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[poppy-metal]

ok OK i need to get back into the mindset to finish this p2 of dilf!Art so i need to talk to you about dilf!Art who uses you for free use but in the sense of coming up behind you with a “m’sorry just need it” before mounting you like a fucking dog and humping the shit out of you

he needs it so bad :((( especially when you're doing household tasks.... acting like a little housewife.... doing the dishes - making food - things you dont even have to do, because he's rich, he has staff, but you like to take care of him sometimes, of his home. makes you feel good. accomplished.

and art - well. hes a simple man. he's always hyped up after time on the court. its just training, exercise. but tennis always gets his blood pumping - especially now that he actually enjoys it again. a day of slamming balls across the court, working his style, perfecting it, he's drenched in sweat. his bones aching. he just wants to take a fucking nap. have dinner with you and his daughter.

when he comes into the kitchen and sees you, half bent at the waist as you rinse a pot, he just. stops and stares. he registers the oven on, and something baking inside it. his tennis bag drops.

you look over your shoulder. smile at the sight of him. flushed and tall next to the kitchen island. "hi," you tell him sweetly. "you're back!"

"im back." he echoes. swallows. puts his hand on the counter next to him with his fingers splayed out. looks behind him into the living room. "where's lily?"

you follow his gaze - "she's upstairs reading. she's halfway through percy jackson. she'll probably talk your ear off about it at dinner."

he blinks and turns back to give you his full attention. his lips are parted. he licks them. "you're cooking." he states. takes one step forward.

tilting your head, you study him. his chest is moving up and down more quickly than normal. his cheeks are pink, which could be from his activity from outside, but his eyes are dark. oh. hes turned on. by you cooking?

"i am." you tell him. "nothing fancy. im not as good as the chef you hired." you shrug. "but i thought something simple might be nice, i dunno."

"it is nice." he's covered most of the space between you now. "you're nice."

you turn back to the sink, biting your bottom lip to hide your giddy smile. being praised by art sends warmth right to your lower belly. its like sinking into a warm bath. you feel the heat of arts body behind you - "i just wanted to make you happy." you tell him softly.

arts arms come up on each side of you, caging you in. you feel his chest brush against your back and you breathe in. his forearm brushes against you as he reaches out and shuts off the running water to the sink. "im very happy." you feel his nose against the back of your neck next, trailing up, up, up, his hips meet your ass next. hes a wall of solid muscle behind you. "you smell so good. how do you always smell so good - "

you tilt your neck, letting him have access to you which he takes full advantage of. nuzzling into your throat. lips at the shell of your ear, tugging it between his teeth. "Its -" you try, fumble and try again. hard to talk in full sentences when art donaldsons hard cock is pressing against the crease of your ass. "its um. warm vanilla."

"mm." he hums. your hips are pinned between the sink and his pelvis. the short sundress you're wearing is already drawing up your thighs as he pushes forward with his body, making you bend. "i wanna tell you how much this means to me, and how much i appreciate you - but I'm distracted by how much i really, really want to fuck you."

you wiggle your butt against him. feel warm wet flood between your legs. "you know," you pant, "you know you can have anything you want - anytime - b-but the food -"

arts hands are already at your thighs, shoving your dress up and up, up around your hips, puddling it around your waist - "I'll be quick." he promises, and you hear the clink of his belt as he yanks it through the loops - the sound of his shorts hitting the ground next. "need to feel you -" you feel him, warm and hard at your inner thigh, "fuck, you're not wearing any panties. you wanted this -"

you cant even deny it. arching back into him as he finds the seam of your pussy, "i always want you." you whine, toes curling when you feel him split you open - parting you and pushing inside slick and easy. "ohhhhh-"

"you're so good." art sounds agonized. his fingers dig into your hips as he starts to thrust - smacking his hips into your ass - quick, hard pounds of his cock. he really fucking - "needed this." he groans. "needed your - fucking tight little pussy. always fucking need it-"

the pain of the counter digging into your hips just adds to the pleasure somehow. feeling completely pinned on arts cock, forced to take what you're given as he takes what he needs from your body. your warm tight body.

"its yours." you moan, soft and worshipful. "whenever you want it - its yours -"

arts teeth are sharp as they dig into the back of your neck. you think briefly of a rabbit caught in the jaws of a predator - your heart beating rapidly as you're held in place - art groans into your flesh like hes wounded. wet slaps filling the kitchen as he fucks you harder.

you tighten around him. know soon he'll be filling you up, pumping you full. you hope dinner will be salvageable. you dont think you give a fuck, though.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Could you please do 14 with art from the comfort prompts? Maybe handjobs while he has his back to the reader if things get spicy 🤭🤭

Anyways, your fics never fail to amaze me! Always look forward to reading them💗💗

I'm getting the sense y'all would like me to write #14 from the comfort prompts with Art Donaldson 🤔

Also thanks, nonnies!!

Warnings: Fluff, handyj's, subby Art Donaldson, praise kink, smattering of dirty talk, established relationship

"In here!" You called out. You listened as Art's footsteps grew closer, and your brows furrowed as you heard him slow just outside.

"It's okay, you can open the door."

Art seemed a little perplexed by how dim the bathroom was, but as he spotted the candles you'd put around your jacuzzi tub and the glass of wine on the side table, it all seemed to fall into place.

"How was your—What are you doing?" You laughed as Art began to strip off.

"What does it look like?"

Your eyes drifted down over his muscled chest, lip drawing between your teeth as he shoved his pants and underwear down around his ankles before kicking them off. You grinned, scooching back against the tub as Art climbed in in front of you. He groaned as he settled in, cradled against you.

"Comfortable?" You teased, brushing your lips against his temple.

"Very."

You curled your arms around his shoulders, closing your eyes as you savored the peace of his body pressed against yours.

"How was practice?"

The question hung in the air for a few moments. Art shifted a little, raising his hands and trailing gently over your bent knees.

"...Art?" You pressed.

"I don't wanna talk about practice."

It wasn't the answer you were hoping for. It wasn't Art's first career slump, likely wouldn't be the last—but you knew better than to remind him of that.

"I wanna talk about you," He added, tipping his head back to get a look at you. "Feel like I've barely seen you the last few days."

"We've been busy."

He craned his neck, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "Tell me about your day."

"It was fine, boring. The usual."

"What's the usual?"

"Art."

"Please?" He urged again, taking your hands in his and intertwining your fingers. He raised one to his lips before resting it over his heart. "I've missed your voice."

You smiled as he snuggled closer, the water swirling around the two of you.

"Well...I woke up around seven. You'd already left, obviously."

"Mm."

"I had breakfast, got dressed, sat down at my desk and worked all day."

"You stop for lunch at least?"

"I didn't have time."

"Baby."

"I know, I know," You sighed. "Things just kept coming up and before I knew it, it was 6:30."

"Explains the wine."

"Yes it does." You untangled one of your hands to reach up, gently combing through his hair. "Want some?"

"Not right now."

"...You're too wound up, you know."

Art sighed heavily, head flopping back against your shoulder again. You took in his closed eyes, his slightly pinched expression.

"You are," You insisted, lowering your hand from his hair. You trailed your nails over his shoulder, down past your joined hands on his chest. "I know you need something to get you going on the court, but having your gut all tight like this makes you all..." You slid your hand beneath the water, trailing along his inner thigh. "Stiff. And not in the fun way."

Art smiled, huffing a laugh. "Is that so?"

"Mhm. You need to relax."

"Any suggestions on how I might do that?"

"Well, I'm no tennis coach..." You curled your fingers around his shaft, smiling as he pulled a stunned breath in. "So my ideas may be a little...Rudimentary."

You stroked him gently, shushing him softly as he whined, pushing up into your touch. You grasped him a little more firmly, moving in long, even strokes as you felt him hardening in your touch. Art turned his head, mouthing at your jaw and neck, anything that he could reach.

"That's it," You murmured, watching a blush spread across his neck as you swiped your thumb across the head of his cock. "Fuck, you're so beautiful Art." You twisted your wrist as he whimpered, and bit your lip as his teeth grazed your skin. "You've been working so hard...You just need someone to take care of you a little, hmm?"

The water sloshed around your legs as Art's hips rolled up into your hand. You could feel his hot breath pushing against your neck, his tongue flickering out to catch a droplet of sweat sliding down your skin.

You were so hot, so slick as his skin shifted and almost seemed to stick against yours. His legs knocked against yours as he reached down, curling his fingers around your forearm. You watched his hips judder, his back arching as he spilled across his abs. You smiled, smearing it into his skin as he sagged back against you. His heart pounded beneath your joined hands, his thumb skating along yours.

"We should get out of the tub," He mumbled.

"Because we're going to get pruney and we're sitting in jizz water?"

Art laughed, tipping his head back to nip at your jaw.

"And because I'd like to return the favor."

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

INDEX

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 21 - More Spontaneous | ‘Ours’

“Do you like the wawa, Teddy girl?” You cooed with a big smile seeing your little girl sitting on the first step into your pool kicking her legs splashing in the warm water. Was having a pool in the north of England the post logical thing? No, but it was fun during the times when you did get to use it.  Teddy was in the cutest frilly floral Zimmerman bikini. It was absolutely adorable. Her skin golden brown shimmering in the sun. You just wanted to eat her chubby little tummy, she was perfect in every way. Her beautiful pout turned up into a smile.  

“Mama! Like wawa!!!” She squealed. You giggled and pressed kisses to her cheek sporadically, keeping her close to you not letting her leave her seat safe on the step.

“I know you do. It’s fun, right? Want to go further out into the wawa with mummy and swim?” You looked at her and pulled her to sit on your knee. She nodded excitedly. You leaned over to the ledge and grabbed her little floaties. You pulled them on her arms and held her in your arms walking further into the pool. She swashed around trying her best to ‘swim.’  “Teddy baby, how did you get so good at swimming? Have you been swimming with daddy?” You asked her fixing your hold of her, rubbing your nose against hers as you bounced her up and down in your arms. 

“Dada best swimmy” She giggled, grabbing your face with her hands. You smiled at her, putting together she was attempting to tell you Trent was the best swimmer. Trent had been going out in your pool with her a lot since the weather turned. You took her to learn how to swim fairly early just for safety but they were having a great time together every time they could outside. They’d stay out there for what felt like hours until they would inevitably come inside and give you a wet cuddle and ask for something to eat. 

“Mama! Mama! Mama! Hungwy! Dada and Teddy Hungwy!” Teddy came in running with a big towel wrapped around her. Her wet feet slapping against the hardwood floors. You heard Trent follow inside sliding the glass doors back closed. 

“Are you? What do you want, Teddy bear? What can I make you for lunch time?” You asked her, scooping her up engulfed in terrycloth. “What about a cheese toastie, baby?”  You cooed. 

“Yeah, baby. That’s exactly what we want. Doesn't that sound yummy, Ted?” Trent cooed coming into the kitchen running his hands over his head. You smiled seeing him come in shirtless, still a little damp, looking drool worthy as his muscles contracted dropping his hands back down.

“Most, dada! Yum!” She squealed, reaching out for him again. You handed Teddy over to him, as if she hadn’t spent enough time with him yet today. They looked on as you began to make their lunch. You turned around to see Trent, beautiful and toned as ever, nuzzling his face into the crook of Teddy’s neck, peppering her with kisses, bouncing her up and down, eliciting all sorts of giggles from her. They were perfect. You pouted as you turned back to the burner. 

“Gonna say thank you to the best mummy, hmm?” Trent asked Teddy, pushing his nose against her cheek as he walked closer to you back around the kitchen island. He moved Teddy to one hip and used his free arm to pull you into him. He wrapped his arm around you pulling you by your stomach back into his chest. 

“Tanks mama.” Teddy cooed, pushing her lips out expecting a kiss. Of course, you gave it to her, pressing your lips to hers with a dramatic ‘Mwah!’ Not to be left out, Trent impatiently waited for his looking at you with his lips pushed out and pursed. You rolled your eyes and cocked your head back awkwardly to press your lips to his. Again, seemed with a ‘Mwah!’

You laid Teddy down for sleep and crawled into your bed exhausted. Trent had a dinner with Adidas down in London but he had planned to come back home later tonight. You wanted to wait up but you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. You had spent the better part of your day sitting out in your back garden by the pool with Teddy. You did absolutely nothing but just being in the sun all day chasing after her had you wiped. It was nearly 3 or 4 am when Trent finally made it back to your house. 

“I’m home, baby.” Trent whispered, crawling into your bed pulling you into him. You hummed his name and pulled yourself tight to him despite being fast asleep, instinctively his hands dropping to your ass underneath your flounce shorts. “Missed you so much.” He purred, wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head. You nuzzled into his neck comforted by his presence.  Until you got a little too comfortable and found yourself on top of him cuddling up to him more and more, unintentionally rolling your hips to get settled. “Wanna wake up for me, baby? Making me so hard, right now.” Trent left out a breathy laugh. You hummed and just settled in your place. He shut his eyes and suppressed his groan. You had no idea you were even turning him on but you were and he was dying. He eventually fell asleep accepting his fate, eager for morning to come so he could too.  

“Good morninggg.” You cooed sleepily kissing his bare chest, happy with where you were waking up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself up him, grinding your body on top of his. “Did you miss me?” You giggled nuzzling your face into the nape of his neck nipping at his sensitive warm skin. 

“Of course, I missed you, beautiful. Happy I’m back with my girl.” he cooed, kissing your hair. You began sucking on his neck as if setting off some sort of starting gun. “Want me to show you how much I missed you?” He whispered in a tone that sent shivers up your spine. He pulled your head out from his neck and held your face above his. He cupped your cheeks rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. You nodded. Your morning was spent in bed tangled between the sheets with him. Giggles filling your room when you finally decided enough was enough. Your daughter would be up soon and you needed to shower.  

“Get away!” You yelped wiggling out of his hold. “T! Let me go!” You giggled trying to break out of his arms tightly wrapped around you restricting you from getting into the shower. 

“Nah! Let me come with you, baby.” He dragged you by the waist in his direction. “Just shower with me. Take this off. C’mon.” He cooed peeling your his t-shirt off over your head. You made it through the shower eventually succumbing to Trent’s puppy dog stare, him joining you, naturally. It took longer than you probably would’ve expected but nevertheless you were finally clean and you had a slightly cheerier disposition the rest of the day thanks to him. 

“Gonna let me finally take you out? You asked me on a date days ago now.” Trent cooed cheekily coming up behind you in the kitchen. He placed his hands beside you on the counter in front of you caging you in, your back to his chest. 

“I did not ask you… You just were taking too long to ask me.” You quipped turning your head to the side to see a little bit of him. You turned your focus back to the fruit you’d been cutting up for Teddy. Trent shook his head and leaned over to rest his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek with a sarcastic hum. “But also, we would need someone to watch Ted and its last minute now.” You cooed with a more realistic note.

“Oh, I am so so so sorry, I took so long.” He kissed your jaw now. “ We’ll figure it out though. C’mon, baby. Let me take you out. You can get dressed up in something pretty… then I can peel it off when we get home, huh?” He whispered the last bit just to you. He moved his hands from the counter onto your stomach pushing your top up a little. Dragging his hands over your bare skin. He moved his lips onto your neck. 

“Mmm maybe.” You teased him pretending to ponder if you’d want to go or not. He squeezed your waist with a hum impatiently awaiting your answer. “I don’t know, really…” You giggled before both of you fell into a fit of laughter as he pressed you for an answer incessantly kissing you all over, pinching and tickling your sides. 

“Dada no hurt mama!” Teddy yelled in her high chair looking incredibly concerned as you keeled over and tried to escape Trent.

“Oh, no no, baby. Mummy’s okay, she is just silly.” Trent stopped tickling you momentarily but still tried to maintain his tight hold around you though. He smiled at her. “She’s okay, promise.” He kissed your cheek in a more calm way to try to display it wasn’t as chaotic of a situation as you two had made it out to be.

“No! Teddy girl, help me! Daddy’s attacking me!” You giggled, breaking away from him when he switched his focus off of you. You ran towards her and scooped her up eliciting her own fit of giggles. Trent rolled his head to the side at your theatrics. “Don’t let daddy catch you! Run, Ted!” You yelled, putting her on her feet and running out of the kitchen with her following with a squeal. 

“Nah! C’mere. Going to get you, baby bear!” Trent cooed but gave her a minute to make her way out of the room before he purposefully ran up behind her, making his steps extra loud and grabbed her. He threw her over his shoulder and kissed her little legs flailing in front of him. “Gotcha, Ted. Now, where’d mama go?” He laughed very obviously being able to see you ‘hiding’ behind a pillar in your living room. He jogged over and you let him wrap his free arm around your waist clumsily. 

“Oh no! Ted, daddy caught us.” You feigned disappointment with a smug smile at Trent while Teddy continued her giggles loving the game you’d begun. Trent kissed your forehead with a loud ‘Mwah.’ before dropping Teddy from his shoulders down to his hip before he collapsed backwards onto the couch in your living room. 

“My beautiful, beautiful girls.” Trent cooed, kissing Teddy’s identical pout pulling her tight to him while she outstretched her arms to reach around his neck. You wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled yourself into him, resting on his chest. You kissed his shoulder, swiping your thumb over Teddy’s cheek, admiring her pretty face as she continued to settle her heavy breathing after all the laughter. Trent had managed to convince Tyler to watch Teddy for the night, so you were fairly excited. You two needed a minute alone just to be together and not be parents. Trent was surprising you or so he said. You had no idea where you were going and he wouldn’t tell you which bothered you, more so because it was hard to figure out what to wear. ‘You look good in anything’ wasn’t exactly helpful either. Nevertheless, it was summer so you figured that’d be your guide point. You wore a Prada blue linen skirt with a navy tank top and bag from Bottega and a mule heel. It would have to do and you’d hope Trent would tell you if you’d need to change. 

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” Trent cooed as you popped into the back of an uber. You looked at him with a cheeky yet annoyed smile. 

“Yeah, you did 10 times but you also still haven’t told me if what I’m wearing is okay.” You feigned annoyance and squeezed his bicep teasingly. He rolled his eyes at you. 

“Alright, alright, I won’t tell you again! Sheesh, baby.” He kept a straight face and feigned offense scooting in the back of the car slightly away from you. You pulled at his arm to bring him back but he stayed strong and leaned against the car window now opposite of you..

“Wait… No! You can tell me. Please.” You whined pulling at his arm. “Tell me I’m pretty…” You giggled childishly begging him. He tried to roll his eyes and keep his feigned indignation but he started laughing at you. 

“Oh yeah? Want me to tell you how sexy you are?” He slid over to you quick sliding his hands around your waist pulling you into him. He tucked his face into the crook in your neck placing wet kisses, sucking and biting on your skin. You couldn’t hold back the little laugh as his hands overzealously grabbed at you. “Yeah? You want me now? You just want me to gas you up all the time?” he whispered. He licked your ear nibbling at it as he tried to whisper dirty things to you the driver wouldn’t hear, squeezing you so tight you could barely breath.  

“Okay! Okay! Not anymore! Relax.” You giggled. “Enough, get off of me!” You squirmed in his arms. He pressed one more dramatic wet kiss to your cheek. You loved to pretend you wanted to get away but you both knew you loved when he was like that with you. You loved when he was silly and overly affectionate. You smiled at him and held his hand before you thanked the man and got out to see a restaurant you hadn’t been to in ages. 

“I haven't thought about this place in forever. I didn’t think you’d even remember it, you know.” You sat at dinner dragging your foot up his leg under the table temptingly. “What? We came here… almost 5 years ago, right?” You asked, swooning a little seeing his slightly more grown up face now compared to the one that first took you here..

“Baby… I remember absolutely everything we’ve done. We went erm… day 3 maybe 4 when you first visited because you were so obsessed with me.” Trent teased in a very confident tone, looking at you with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes but he took your hand in his. He pulled it towards him over the table. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. You were begging me to visit you. Get over yourself.” You giggled, removing your hand from his but he was quick to pull it back to him. He softened his gaze on you and you felt butterflies fill your stomach. “It was a good decision though to be fair.” You cooed softly, giving him a gentle smile in return. 

“In my opinion, the best one you’ve ever made.” He said sweetly, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You hummed watching his fingers move over your skin by the candle lit table. 

“Not the yes I gave you?” You asked with a cheeky smile, squeezing his hand. 

“It’s up there but I don't know… seeing you in the stands for the first time, that just was different.  When you decided to come over I feel like I knew we’d get here.” He said earnestly, almost like he was unlocking his chest and opening up his heart to you in real time.  

“You thought we’d be getting married with a baby?” You looked at him a little surprised.

“Well, I hoped that’d be the case. I mean I fell in love with you on that first date.” You rolled your eyes. “Nah, you can believe me or no, but I was absolutely infatuated. It was game over for me. No one would ever compare to you. I wish I wasn’t such a melt about it but you got me. Then the weeks we were apart, all the time on the phone, all the letters and gifts. I don’t think I’d ever written a letter outside of maybe primary school and there I was writing my feelings on cardstock tucking it in with gifts to send you dreaming I could give it to you in person. I knew I loved you and I knew I wanted to be together. I think when I saw you at the match though.” He smiled and shut his eyes. He shook his head for a moment. “I don’t know it sounds mad and I know it’s corny so make your jokes but…” You squeezed his hand once more before you picked it up and kissed the back encouraging him, letting him know you weren't going to poke fun because this wasn’t funny, not one bit.  “I knew I wanted that view for the rest of my career. I knew I wanted to come home to you for the rest of my life, and I was absolutely certain I never wanted anyone else to have you. I wanted that girl up in my box to be mine. ” He picked his gaze that was fixated on your hands up and flicked his eyes at you. He could feel his heart falter a little making eye contact with you. You looked soft and serene, patient. 

“Oh…” You felt tears build behind your eyes so you blinked a few times to fight them back. “T, that's…that’s so sweet. Fuck, I feel like I’m gonna cry.” You whimpered with a pout on your face. One tear tipped over the edge. Trent reached to you with his free hand and wiped his thumb over your cheek to catch it. “I was so scared that night. I was trying to be calm but I had no idea what I was doing. I was so scared that being back together wasn’t going to work but as soon as you wrapped your arms around me in the tunnel, I don’t think I ever wanted to leave, not for the rest of my life. Being embraced by you gave me a sense of home and security I’d never known.” You cooed with glossy eyes. He leaned over and kissed your lips. 

“It’s a forever thing, baby. Can’t leave me, alright? Always remember that. Always gonna take care of you.” Trent spoke sincerely.  

“You know, when I first saw you I thought I was so stupid for imagining you’d be a nice guy.” You sheepishly admitted to him recalling seeing him on the TV on the couch with your dad. 

“You weren’t thinking how sexy I was first?”  He laughed, flashing you a million dollar smile. You rolled your eyes and slapped at him telling him to stop with the jokes. “Yeah? Alright. Well what do you think now?” He asked you, moving his chair to sit closer to you. 

“I think you’re the nicest.” You whispered, cupping his cheek with you hand before you leaned in to kiss him. “And sweetest.” You kissed him again. “Boy I’ve ever met.” You giggled, pulling away from your final kiss.

“Only for you, baby. An absolute sop for you.” He laughed looking away from you recalling how down bad he’d been from day one. 

“I kind of hoped you weren’t a nice person, I think. I remember imagining a walk of shame leaving The Plaza the next morning and instead I ended up with a baby 5 years later.” You let out a breathy laugh. 

“I’m glad it ended up this way though but why’d ya hope for that?” Trent asked you curious why you would’ve wanted him to potentially not be nice to you. 

“I told you that our first night together, I just was so scared you would break my heart. You don’t think someone can possibly be that perfect.” You looked at him seriously. It was humorous but you remember feeling that way. 

You continued staring at his strong arm draped over you, his warm tanned skin looked so soft and rich, a white gold Van Clef Alhambra bracelet dangled off his wrist. He actually might be perfect and you felt a little sick at his flawlessness.

“And yet here I am.” He cooed cheekily with another priceless smile. He squeezed your thigh above your knee. You leaned your head on his shoulder. You outstretched your neck momentarily to kiss the soft skin of his. 

“Here you are, incredibly humble as well.” You teased him. Trent shuffled in his seat and pulled your head off of him. You looked at him confused why he’d move you when that was such a tender moment.  

“Humble but also very sorry about what’s been going on baby. I know it can’t always be perfect but the vibes lately, I never want that again.” He gave you a sympathetic smile that made your heart ache. You could see the hurt behind his eyes.

“Yeah. I agree, T. No, thank you. I feel much better when I’m with you.” You sighed with a pouty smile. 

“I feel really horrible about the necklace so… I did get it fixed up for ya.” You smiled and grabbed for the suede green box he had put on the table but he dragged it back from you before you could reach. You raised your eyebrow and then he bent over in between you two. He came back up holding another box, this one wrapped neatly with the Van Clef & Arpels packaging. Your eyes widened with intrigue. “It’s so you can layer it.” He cooed, naturally peaking your interest as to what it would be. 

“T…” You pouted peeling the paper off to open it. “You didn’t have to…” you got cut off once you opened the box to see a 20 motif Alhambra long necklace with diamonds matching your original necklace. Inside you were screaming and couldn’t wait to tell Winnie and Lauren. It was a extravagant buy. It was expensive to say the least. 

“And this one.” He talked over you before you could finish your sentence. He stacked another Van Clef & Arpel’s box on top of the other. You rolled your eyes with a smirk seeing a very cheeky smile pull on his face. It was beautiful. His dimples deepening. You looked down next to him and saw what was a stupidly large bag for a jewelry store so you sat back folding your arms and let him continue on knowing there was more to come. “And this one.” He placed another box, slightly different in size. You giggled. “This one too. Oh I actually fuck with this the most, I think.” You covered your face with your hands hiding embarrassed by him spoiling you. You shook your head in disapproval but of course you were excited for all these gifts.  Peeking to see how many stacked up

“Thank you.” You moved the boxes. After he placed the final one, maybe 6 boxes in total; a ring, a bracelet, earrings, a watch, a second or you guessed third necklace all stacked. “I love you.” You giggled inspecting the entire jewelry store that laid in front of you. 

“I knowww.” He sillily dragged out in song. He kissed your lips and you pulled away holding his face in your hands. 

“You’re very dumb.” You giggled before kissing him again in return. You shook your head at how ridiculous this was. He accidentally broke a necklace, he didn’t do anything to harm you. If anything, you were probably the one more in the wrong the past few days. You owed him a table full of jewelry.

“I knowwww.” He responded in the same way with a smile. You finished dinner and drove home. Trent was kind enough to carry the Van Clef shopping bag for you. Tyler had offered to take Teddy for the night so to say you were being handsy on the ride home was an understatement. To say you were touchy when you got home was an even bigger understatement. 

“You know you told me a bit ago that you wanted me to try to be more spontaneous…” You cooed walking backwards up the staircase pulling Trent after you. He had a cheeky smirk on his face listening to you intently trying his very best to stay calm despite the palpable tension between you two. You got to the top of the stairs and draped your arms around him. You kissed his neck and he groaned. You made it to your room and you pushed him on to the bed. 

“Wow, so bossy.” Trent smirked again looking up at you. He had his legs spread and he looked delicious. You walked to him, stood in between his legs as you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt pulling it over his head. He hummed with inquiry. He leaned back onto his hands behind him to continue watching you. You stepped back and unzipped your mini skirt and let it pool around your feet. Trent’s eyes widened. 

“I want you to the boss though.” You cooed in a quiet seductive tone. You peeled your top up over you and stood on display for him still in your heels. His jaw slack. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the vision of you. You wore lingerie a lot but this seemed more purposeful. You looked good to be fair. You were in a navy and black Kiki de Montparnase set that just hit right on you. You climbed over top of him and straddled his waist. His hands immediately on you, magnetized. 

“Mmmm baby, you look unreal.” Trent cooed, dipping his head to pressing feather light kisses onto your neck. “Fuck…Did I tell you how good you smell?” He ran his hands down your body, keeping his face nuzzled against your skin. Everything about you was sublime. This was nirvana for Trent. He leaned all the way back onto the mattress to lay down taking you with him. He shifted up the bed and then he heard something fall off of it. He pulled away from you momentarily and peered over the edge, bending awkwardly assuming it had been a phone or something mundane. “What’s going on?” His eyes lit in confusion and excitement identifying the item that had actually fallen. You smirked and pushed your hand against his chest telling him to sit back more and so he listened. 

“You got me Van Clef…” You dragged out the words. “And so I got you this to say I’m sorry.” You giggled while kneeling on the end of the bed after picking up a silicone toy that had fallen. “I’m going to put this here and…” You noticed his eyes gloss over as he watched you intently. Winnie had suggested you do this, naturally it was her idea. You weren't a big toy girl, nothing against it, but here you were sliding a silicone toy inside of you, one part covering your clit, and another bit reaching back to stimulate your other hole. 

“He just doesn’t strike me as like a neon dildo guy.” Winnie spoke to you over a Facetime as you both scrolled online on different sites trying to find something to ‘spice’ up your life. It’s not that you hadn’t messed about with things before or things weren’t going well in the bedroom, you just thought it’d be a little fun to lighten the mood after what had gone on between you two and make him feel good in the process.

“No…” you sighed, having a think about it. Frankly you weren’t that girl either. She laughed and sent you a link to something a bit more quirky in the sci-fi realm of sex toys. You rolled your eyes. “Winnie! I’m trying to be serious here!” You whined at her with a laugh trying to find something you’d actually want to use.

“Y/N, you’re trying to get T to fuck you… it’s not exactly mission impossible is it?” She teased you. “When was the last time you had sex” She asked, genuinely looking at you, taking her eyes off the website she was on.

“This morning…” You giggled embarrassed, hiding your face with your hands. Winnie rolled her eyes. You only proved her point but you were trying to say you were sorry and have fun with him, the last time you had sex wasn’t the point. 

“Are you listening?” You giggled breathily adjusting to the toy inside of you now. 

“I’m really trying, I promise.” Trent laughed and shook his head taken aback by the unexpected turn of your night. 

“and this is for you…” You tossed him your phone with the control app. His jaw slacked as you crawled towards him more. 

“What is happening right now?” He laughed with the most childish giddy smile on his face, just utterly taken aback and riddled with excitement. Usually if you had done these kinds of things before it was a bit more of a joint effort, something you had talked about and decided on together. 

“You told me to surprise you.” You whispered as you worked kisses from the side of his lips down his neck. 

“Fuckk. Consider me surprised.” Trent groaned as you palmed over his trousers. He grabbed your face and pulled you into a messy makeout but he was quick to flick his eyes open and over to the phone now in his hands. He turned the toy on and you moaned into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity for his tongue to enter your mouth blending with your own. You pulled away from his kiss and trailed your lips down his neck going to the spot you knew would make him weak. A soft groan left his lips again. You squeezed your thighs together trying to simultaneously bit your own lip to muffle your pleasure as he continued to play with the toy’s controls. You pulled off his trousers and boxers and freed his hard cock already leaking precum from its confinements. You flicked your eyes up at him. There was so much desire in your needy eyes Trent’s breath hitched. Your hand wrapped around the base of his length letting your spit drip from your mouth onto him. You dragged your tongue from the bottom all the way back up to the tip. You circled it before you took his whole cock in your mouth, pushing it all the way back into your throat. You bobbed your head in perfect repetition. Trent losing focus on the app only making the sporadic vibration patterns and interchanging levels that much more of a tease. You could feel yourself dripping down the inside of your thighs as your one hand began to massage his balls. He whimpered and you smirked with your mouth full. Trent wasn’t too pleased about that so he dragged the toy’s to a place that had you almost letting out screams. Your squeal of surprise brought a genuine smile to his face. You shut your eyes in pleasure trying to focus on your task but were incredibly distracted by the pleasure. Your moans around his cock only getting louder as the pressure built in your stomach just as his high was approaching as well. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna make me cum.” Trent’s breath was getting caught in his chest. He ran his fingers through your hair and gently pushed you further down until he filled your mouth with his cum. He stilled and you pulled off of him with a smirk swallowing every bit of his release. He shook his head with a laugh but agile and fit as ever he popped right up pulling you down to the bed before he climbed over top of you. He kissed your neck then down to your chest. He unclipped and peeled off your satin and lace bra before latching his lips to your nipples. He continued playing with the vibrations of the toy edging and edging you over and over again. His index finger and thumb pinched at your free nipple and then he swapped his tongue for his fingers and his fingers for his tongue.  

“T… Please, baby. I need to cum. Please please, baby.” You whined. He had been edging you relentlessly. Just as you got close he’d slow the momentum of the toy’s vibrations or stop it all together. Finally, he sat back looking down at you predatory with the toy and lust burning behind his eyes. You were practically crying begging for it so he let you cum. As fun as it was to push, it was satisfying to see you like that and he wanted you to feel good also. His greedy smile had you weak. 

“You know, as much as I have enjoyed this, and trust me I really did, I’ve had enough. You need something much more suited for you, yeah?” He whispered coming in close to your face while his one hand dropped and removed the toy, placing it god knows where on the bed. You were absolutely drenched. He ran the tip of his cock  through your folds. He slapped it against your wet pussy a couple of times. You whimpered desperately craving him. He pushed inside you easily. Both of you gasping at the feeling. He bottomed out and waited for you to adjust before he began to move in and out. “I love you so much, baby.” He cooed, staring directly into your eyes. He began to move slowly reaching deeper than ever letting you know just how well he knew your body, the feeling was exquisitely perfect. No man could ever know you the way he did. Trent loved fucking you and there was some level of possessiveness that overtook him when he was with you. It turned you on a lot. Right now was no different,  the only thing running through Trent's mind was how he could mark you more as his. A baby… check, marriage…essentially a check, but what about another baby? With two kids surely you’d be more his.

“Oh, fuck, T.” You moaned as your back arched off the mattress taking all of him. He continued to hit the spot you loved that was just for him driving you mad. “Feels so good, baby.” Your hands gripped his biceps, nails leaving crescent shapes in his brown skin as his thrusts increased. 

“We should have another baby.” He whispered in your ear dropping to lay his body on yours slipping his hand in between you two playing with your clit. His fingers moved in precise tight circles. Your pussy squeezed him that much tighter. This was Trent’s heaven right here. You getting turned on more by the thought of him getting you pregnant again. “Make you a mummy of two, please, baby. Let me get you pregnant” He sounded so whiny as you clenched around him. You moaned as another orgasm came fast approaching. Your eyes rolled back. Your pussy began to throb until your high crashed over you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby. Please.” Your brain couldn’t even process what his question even was to begin with. To be fair, if he asked you this with a clear head at dinner you probably would’ve had the same answer. You’d do anything for Trent. 

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum, alright? Doing so good, beautiful. Gonna fill you up.” He grunted as his thrusts became messy and unregulated before he came inside of you, filling you up to the brim. He pulled out and his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. He gently pulled out of you but was quick to push his two fingers along with his leaking cum back inside you for a few moments longer. “Let’s have another baby.” He whispered collapsing to the side of you with a giant grin pulling you into a cuddle. 

“Mmmm okay, T. I want everything with you. Just want to stay here, please.” You cooed resting your head onto his chest, running your hand up his abs. You did want a baby but you’d say anything to cozy up to him in this moment. 

“Keep you forever.” He whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss. You woke up the next morning cuddled up to Trrent. You let him sleep in. Tyler told you he’d be over around 8:00 am. You checked your phone and it was about 7:45 am. You kissed Trent’s forehead and made your way to the en suite of your bedroom quietly to be sure not to wake him. You washed your face and tied your hair up. You pulled on a pair of Trent’s joggers and a tank top. You went down stairs and you sleepily walked into the kitchen turning on the lights of the house gradually on your way. You leaned over the kitchen island, resting on your forearms scrolling through your phone checking emails from your wedding planner confirming and coordinating. Tyler texted he was leaving his with Teddy so you waited impatiently patient for your baby girl to come home. You told him to knock because you knew the doorbell would wake Trent upstairs but you got too excited and decided to meet them outside. A short 15 minutes later you popped outside and watched Tyler holding Teddy walk up the pathway up to your front door. She was clinging to him looking incredibly sleepy but also so comfortable.

“Teddy girl, don’t you want to get home and see mummy?” Tyler cooed, swiping his thumb over her cheek. She nodded her head ‘yes’ but kept her eyes shut tiredly.

“Is that my baby?!?” You cooed in a sweet voice out to them as Tyler kept walking with her. Teddy was quick to lift her head off his shoulder. She whipped around to see you.

“Mama!!!!!” She squealed, eagerly wiggling to get out of his arms, her tiredness vanishing. Tyler laughed and placed her on the ground. “Mama! Mama! Miss!” She ran to you giddily, having to use her arms to help her get up on to each of the steps up to you. 

“Hi, my beautiful girl! Did you have fun?” You asked as you picked her up and held her up on your hip. You kissed her cheek repeatedly. She nodded to answer. “Can we say thank you to Ty for letting you sleep over?” You cooed, picking your head up to look at Tyler. She got out her best effort at it, sounding a bit more like tank than thank but it was the thought that count. 

“Of course. We had the best time, didn’t we?”  Tyler smiled and came to give you a hug. He kissed Teddy goodbye after you two caught up for a bit. You carried her back inside as she cuddled up to you, pushing her face against you emphatically. 

“Did you have a good sleep, Ted?” You asked her softly once back in the house. She told you the cutest sleepiest ‘yeah’ you’d ever heard. “Good, I’m glad, baby. Do you know who is still sleeping upstairs?” She looked at you with a furrowed brow at first but then her eyes widened with excitement. “Daddy is. Should we go wake him up?” You cooed. Teddy gave you another ‘yeah’ only this time with slightly more energy, pulling at your top to get more comfortable on you as you made your way back upstairs.  “Daddy?” You softly sang as you knocked on the door of your bedroom. “I found the cutest, sleepiest girl in the whole world who wants to see you.”

“Oh, my baby bear. C’mere give me a cuddle. I missed you.” Trent yawned, stretching his arms above his head before he reached them out to you,  sitting up back against the headboard. You placed her on the end of the bed on your side and let her crawl over to him. You climbed back into the bed following her. You cuddled up to Trent but got tired and stopped listening despite  the very adorable conversation ensuing. About a half hour must’ve passed when you started to doze a little further off. “Is mummy going back to sleep?” Trent teased squeezing your side. You giggled out a ‘no’ squirming away from his hands. Maybe you were but you weren’t now. “Who’s gonna make us breakfast?” Trent asked Teddy with the presumption it’d be you. 

“Dada!” She yelled to your delight and to his displeasure. You laughed and sat up some. You pulled Teddy into your lap. You smushed your cheek against hers and looked at Trent with a smug smile.

“Yeah, good girl. Dada should make breakfast for us.” You cooed in a teasing tone, holding your smile. Trent rolled his eyes and threw his head to the side less than impressed with Teddy’s response, throwing him into work this morning.

“Alright, anything for my girls. You want to stay with mama or come with me?” Trent pressed a kiss to your lips and then looked at Teddy. She let out another more rambunctious ‘dada.’

“Of course.” You rolled your eyes with a giggle. You’d felt much more secure in your relationship with your daughter but she was the dictionary definition of a daddy’s girl. It was no surprise she wanted to go downstairs with him. She was entertained when he did absolutely nothing. He didn’t even have to say a word and she’d giggle. So the morning alone with him, undivided attention, no training, just them, it was a dream.

“Can you say ‘bye mama we love you’ for me?” Trent asked her, pulling her back from you and squishing her cheeks together with one hand for a kiss before she could answer him. 

“Bye mama!” Teddy yelled loudly. It was early but honestly seeing her excited, happy, talking, it would never get old, it would never feel bothersome, not even the loudest of ‘mamas’. You’d do anything to see her in moods like this. 

“Bye, Teddy girl. Kiss, please.” You asked her, pushing your lips out for her. She leaned in and pressed her pout to yours. “Give one more.” You giggled holding her to you now. ‘Mmmmwah!’ you let out an extra loud sound with the last kiss and then proceeded to kiss her everywhere overzealously squishing her. Her giggles flooding out before they went downstairs.

You looked at Trent apprehensively in the car as he drove. He could sense your nerves. The tension in the car radiating from you was thick in the air. At a stop light Trent sighed and looked at you. He didn’t want to say anything yet, he figured he’d let you have the car ride in peace before he bombarded you with a barrage of support. He picked up your hand and laced his fingers with yours though. He picked them up and brought them to him, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. He rested your hand in his lap now with his. You exhaled and shut your eyes when you saw the signage up ahead for the clinic you promised Trent you’d go and check out. When he parked you sat in the front seat for a moment with your elbows resting on your knees, your head in your hands attempting to compose yourself. Trent came to your side of the car and opened the door for you. He ran his hand up and down your back waiting for you. 

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. You’re strong. We're just making sure you're healthy. Yeah?” You let out a measly ‘yeah’ in response. He kissed your temple. “I’m here the whole time. I’ve got you, baby.” He gave you a soft sympathetic smile when you finally mustered up the courage to look up at his brown puppy dog eyes. 

“Thank you for coming with me.” You shyly said before lacing your hand with his. Your other arm reached across you and wrapped around his bicep. You needed him with you. The times you’d gone to doctors, which was plenty, was always a fairly terrible experience. You were either with your mum who wasn’t all that empathetic, you were going against your will, or you were by yourself. 

“Not doing this alone, beautiful.” He cooed, holding the door open for you. You’d never been here before but even going to the waiting room was giving you ptsd from all your previous experiences at doctors appointments. Probably one of your worst qualities was your ability to pretend you were fine, you avoided medical help purposefully so when you were here, it really hit home that things had probably gone too far. You rested your head on Trents shoulder, doing your best not to cry. His arm was draped around you. The other still holding your hand in your lap. A nurse came out and called your name. Trent stood up with you but gave you a hesitant look to see if you wanted him actually with you in the room. You definitely did so he smiled and walked alongside you.

“I’m sorry we’re even here.” You looked at Trent sitting on an extra stool in the room while you hopped up on the examination table waiting for the attending doctor. He smiled at you once more. He shook his head disapproving of your apology. It wasn’t necessary in his mind. All he wanted was to make sure you were okay. You sat on the table for what felt like hours kicking your legs back and forth anxiously hitting the bench with your heels before Trent rolled over on the stool and put his hand on your knee to stop the annoying noise. “Sorry I’m scared.” You looked at him with a panic threatening to spill over your lash line in the form of tears. He kissed your knee and slid a little closer to you. 

“Do not apologize to me. I know it feels scary, but there's no need to be. I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. We’re here to make sure you are healthy for yourself and for our family, and that beautiful little baby girl we have. It’s all going to be okay, I promise baby.” His voice was low and calm. Incredibly steady and sure. It put your mind at ease until the door opened and your heart began beating wildly in your chest. A knot in your throat immediately forming. 

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A woman asked. You nodded shyly. “Don’t be nervous, hun. It’ll only be a few simple things today so let’s just take a look and we’ll take things as slow as you like, alright?” She cooed sweetly. She performed a physical exam, taking your weight things like that before she reviewed some of your vitals, she took some blood to examine, and then a more psychological evaluation to learn more about your eating behaviors and beliefs. She was kind and gentle the whole time. A few tears definitely were shed though. “Most new moms experience postpartum ‘baby blues’ after childbirth.” The doctor began speaking and Trent was quick to leave his seat to come and be next to you. “I think of course, with your previous medical history, you have had an incredibly amplified response after the birth of your daughter. Additionally, when considering your environment and the high stress social factors you're under, it is quite a storm but the good thing is, storms do pass.” She continued and Trent felt like someone punched him in the stomach. This was his fear. He asked you if he made things worse and you said no but he knew that the environment you had been thrust into, his environment was a driving factor, and the doctor just confirmed it. It was and it wasn’t in your mind. Subconsciously you’d be going to his games absolutely panicked about what you looked like but it never clicked for you that it was something you wanted to do anything other than worry. You wanted to be good for him. It didn’t feel unhealthy and yet it most definitely was. 

“We’re going get you better, baby. Keep you happy and healthy.” Trent cooed trying to distract himself from his current spiral of thoughts as he drove you both home. You felt… okay. It was odd. It was validating to hear from the doctor and have the support of Trent but obviously they weren’t exactly the best things to have confirmed about yourself. 

“I love you, T. Thank you so much for coming with me. I want to be better for you.” You cooed sadly staring out the window not being able to look at him. In a backwards way you felt like you were disappointing him.

“Be better for yourself, alright? Teddy and I will always be there to support you, baby.”  He kissed your cheek at the next light. 

“I honestly don’t even feel like I want to go after everything.” You whispered to Trent laying on his chest. After a long day you had put Teddy down for bed and you decided to cozy up in the cinema for a movie. You had bachelor and bachelorette parties planned by your friends. “I just want to stay with you right here.” You pouted as you continued to whine to him. You weren’t doing things rigidly traditionally but you’d still planned small holidays with your respective friends a month out from the wedding. Yes, a month. Your wedding was in a month and you were getting increasingly more and more anxious about all the things you still needed to get done but ahead of that, holidays.

“Well, baby I think it’s pretty planned but I’ll see you right after. Will go by quick”   He kissed your head but he really was trying to focus on the film you were watching. The idea of going on a hen do with the likes of Lauren, Winnie and a few of your friends sounded like an amazing time but you also just were so terrified something like your night pre-webley would happen again. Both Lauren and Winnie assured you that wouldn’t happen. Trent did as well. He had even gone as far as to call Winnie and talk about making sure you’d be okay.

“They should go without us. We should just have our own holiday right here. Me and you.” You giggled. You propped yourself up on your elbows resting on his chest looking up at him. He gave you a soft sleepy smile. You returned it before you kissed his lips. 

“Oh yeah? What do you want to do on our holiday?” He hummed, switching his focus from the screen to you. Your angelic smile was more captivating than any silver screen. He kept his cheeky smile, one of his hands sliding down from the small of your back to your ass, the other picking up your chin. 

“Could just be us, stay in bed the whole time. I’d get to kiss you whenever I want.” You cooed nuzzling into his hand holding your face. He shook his head at how silly you sounded. 

“Baby, that’s literally us now. Every off day I have, we spend extra time in bed. You genuinely kiss me whenever you want anyway. That’s not exactly a holiday is it?” He cooed tilting his head looking for your recognition. You just smiled shyly. “If we’re going on holiday, skipping a stag do mind you, I’ve got rules.” You then tilted your head to the side looking at him with inquiry. “Rule one… need you by my side the whole time.” He began mapping out his ruled for Trent and Y/N’s fictional holiday at home. You hummed in agreement wrapping your arms around him and pulling yourself tighter to his warm body. ‘Second, most importantly, no clothes, none, if you’re with me, you’re without these.” He snapped the strap of your tank top back down on your shoulder. “You don’t need any of this” He spoke a bit softer now. 

“Rule three…” You cooed, interrupting him to fill in another mandate. He smiled at your interjection “You fuck me all day, every day.” You whispered in his ear coming to nibble on his earlobe. He let out a breathy chuckle. He squeezed you tighter to him, dropping his hand to join the other kneading the fat of your ass. 

“I can do that. What about at night? Anything you want every night from me?” He teased cheekily kissing your cheek. You pulled back and straddled his lap. You shrugged innocently. “I think I will fuck you all night too, yeah? Just to keep things balance, you know? What do ya think, baby?” He cooed with a cheeky smirk. You nodded. He pulled you by waist and wrapped his arms around your back in a bear hug aggressively tight to him. He rolled side to side bringing you with him. “Love you so much. So so much.” He grunted muffled into your hair. You could barely breath thats how tight he squished you. You giggled and attempted to wiggle away at first but you gave up knowing you could never out strength him. You laid limp and let him man handle you until he got tired and pulled your face to kiss your lips. 

“Get up!” Trent said fairly harshly as he slapped your ass while you laid half asleep still in bed. The morning light barely was even coming through your windows. You didn’t even know what time it was, that’s how early it was, you couldn’t even have a guess. 

“You’re in off-season. Go back to bed, you psycho.” You retorted with a groan, nuzzling further into your pillows. You pulled the covers up to cover you more but Trent was quick to fight you on it, holding the other end tight. 

“Nah, let’s go. We’re going to work out.” He said picking up your arm from beside you and pulling you. Your body slid along the mattress but you were dead weight. After you had gone to the clinic to meet the doctor she had discussed getting more into fitness for strength and stress relief. Creating a new and healthier relationship with working out aside from using it solely as a tool to lose weight. Trent’s eyes lit up because he knew this was something he could help with. 

“We’re not doing anything. You can go do that.” You grumbled trying to wrangle your hand free from him. This was something he was good at. He wanted to be involved and if there was one place he knew he would feel comfortable assisting in, it would be in a gym.  

“Come on! Gonna make you a real buff ting” He laughed using a bit of slang he probably wouldn’t use day to day but it applied and was funny. He was trying to be light and fun and not say ‘get out of bed, you’ve had a terrible month and you were told by a doctor you have to work out because you were getting widely unhealthy.’ He was far nicer than that though. He loved you too much. 

“I don’t want to be a buff ting.” You rebutted. He smirked at your American pronunciation of a very British phrase. You rolled your eyes unamused with his fascination with your accent. 

“Not having it, I’ll bring you down just like this. Nothing’s stopping me from just carrying you as is to the gym with me now so if you want to wear one of your cute little workout sets you better get up on your own.” He quipped tapping at your ass covered by the blankets. 

“You just want me in a cute little workout set.” You cocked your head to the side to look at him. He looked beautiful. He hadn’t put a top on yet. His shorts hung low with a pair of white crew socks on. Frankly, you just wanted to pull him back into bed and do some cardio there. 

“I do. I really do.” He cooed running his hand down your back over your butt, not without slapping your ass once more. You whined but he continued dragging his touch down the back of your legs. He got to your ankle and pulled, dragging your body physically down the bed. 

“T!!!” You wiggled helplessly. “Okay! Okay!” You fell into giggles. “I’m going! You're so annoying. Just let me change into the silly set you want to see and then we can go.” You looked at him with a stupid smile on your face and his face pulled into a smug grin letting go of you. He stood with his hands on his hips waiting purposefully impatiently and more than happily watched you peel your t-shirt off and struggle to pull a sports bra over your head.

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Since the topic of body hcs and body hair hcs overall...may I ask what do you think survivors smell like? I've seen some people differ and I just wanna know your thoughts ;w;

Also, we've gotta be honest. They *will* stink at times, specially after matches. But hey that's only but natural so *shrugs*.

They definitely smell more distinct than I think we'd be used to in general, yeah. And I DON'T think most of them smell unique enough to say how they're different from others, specifically, but there are a few things to consider, if we're looking at it a little more realistically:

More regular cleanliness was becoming normal in the 1800s, when most of the survivors were from, but the actual frequency of bathing varied by class and career. Showering daily still was not common until the 1900s, though. Even without any concerns about water supply in the manor, I would imagine most of them average a full clean-up maybe twice a week? A little more for those who get into actual filth on their days off. (looking at Emma, since she digs in the dirt and spend a lot of time outside.)

Deodorent was not invented until 1888, and didn't become popular until the 1930s or so. And most early deodorents didn't come with much in the way of additional scents, rather they just killed bacteria that caused excess body odors. Most of the people in the manor would not have used this, except perhaps the latest arrivals like Frederick and Alice. Instead, before deodorant, people took steps like shaving their underarms to prevent more sweat and bad scents, and used products like perfume and talcum powder to freshen up and get rid of odors.

Fancier soaps were around in the 1800s, but were used sparingly and economically. The lower class especially would have made their own ashen lye soap to bathe and wash their clothes. (Which, if you've never smelled unscented lye soap, is not pleasant to the nose imo. It's a bit of a pungent chemical smell, mixed with the scent of whatever the soap base was, which was usually lard and olive oil.) More expensive soaps could have been made from things like almond oil, coconut oil, or goat's milk, plus herbs or extracts for something much better smelling.

There's not a ton of hard labor to do in the manor, which would keep some people from working up so much of a sweat, but there's not likely an AC there. On the plus side, I don't imagine there's too much weather fluctuation in the manor for the sake of keeping the passage of time as confusing as possible, which also means it's not getting too hot. Most of the temperature changes you experience would be on the maps. I also don't think a lot of the Hunters would sweat! Any of those who have been dead and were brought back probably don't perspire anymore, though they may have the slightest hint of something off about them.

In short...yeah there's definitely more BO than we're used to in most modern settings. Most of the people in the manor are going to smell pretty natural--which won't always be offensive to the nose, mind you, since they say the smell of someone who's right for you will smell GOOD--plus some talcum/baby power or perfume scents to 'soften the blow' a bit. (Though it wasn't really in fashion to DROWN yourself in perfume by most of these peoples' time, so I think only a few people might lay it on too thick. Mary or Vera, for instance.)

And some people probably maintain very small scent hints about their professions or lives before the manor, just to distinguish them up close. Luchino has a touch of carbolic acid on his clothes, from sterilizing tools in the lab. Norton still smells of coal and minerals, just a touch. Victor smells a bit like sun-heated dog due to walking around outside all day with Wick, and Ithaqua like snowy pine trees from his years wandering and guarding winter woods. You get the idea.

I won't say who I think smells the worst or the best because that;s just too subjective--especially since I've revealed I don't like the smell of lye which is probably what most of them would have used LOL. But I'm definitely not one to say 'let's fully suspend our disbelief and say Naib smells freshly showered and uses Old Spice 😜'.

[cidnangarlond]

have not actively watched nor cared about doctor who for a very long time but I had a nice dream related to it so I've been thrown off a little

[frogchiro]

I-I just can't stop thinking about Captain MacTavish and his stupidly large, uncut cock and full, low hanging breeder balls :((

He's just,, so much man you get me? He's large, and bulky, well developed muscles moving and flexing beneath a layer of fat, thick, slightly tanned skin and a thick layer of dark hair all over his chest, tummy and happy trail and he's fucking proud of it.

Captain MacTavish isn't afraid to strut and parade himself like a prized stallion, showing off in front of all the soldiers but especially in front of you, like that one time in some backwater safe house.

It was a real shit hole, barely holding together but it was better than nothing and poor little you had almost cried out of relief when you set the heavy backpack with your technical equipment down on the dusty floor, Captain MacTavish, Captain Price and Gaz following shortly after. Except there was one tiny problem; there was a very limited amount of warm water supply so either you shower all together or someone will get an ice cold bath, and with the raging snow storm outside, the rapidly declining temperature and only a shitty old fireplace to keep you 'warm' the answer was obvious.

While you were given the 'courtesy' of having a flimsy old curtain hung to protect your modesty, to be honest you kinda resigned from it since it was basically see-through anyway.

So now you were all naked, your poor soft body sore from all the running and carrying heavy equipment and to top it all off you were surrounded by equally naked, powerful men too :(( While Soap, Price and Gaz made a half-assed promise to not look, they obviously did just that; sneaking glances at your soft tits and broad hips, thick thighs all nice and bitable looking- but the worst of all was Captain MacTavish :((

He wasn't even trying to be subtle, he was shameless in fact. Soap was standing the closest to you and he made use of that position, flexing his burly body and turning you you could see his half-hard cock hanging between his powerful legs, balls hanging full and swollen form all the backed up sperm; fighting always made adrenaline and testosterone run hot through his veins and the close proximity and scent of a pretty young thing like you?? If Soap was a worse man he'd bend you over right there and then and stuff his fat cock inside your poor cunt, tip right against your cervix and all and maybe, just maybe his cock drooled a nice amount of precum while smirking like a wolf at your flustered squeak and the annoyed, jealous groans of the men around him :((

[reobsessed]

Unfamiliar Waters

Pairing: Tav X Astarion, Reader X Astarion. Gender neutral. Content: Bathing, kissing, hair washing, fluff, comfort, slight conflict that gets resolved immediately, no sex, minor mention of torture. 1500 Words. Summary: You were in dire need of a bath after a harrowing fight outside the inn you were staying at. Unfortunately you find the tub already occupied by Astarion. In an attempt to bond with and get him out of there, you offer to wash his hair. Another short Astarion fic I started a while ago. Wanted to do something fluffy and intimate without any sex. Thanks again to Suri for edits and help with lines and the title!

You flung open the wooden doors, uncaring as wood chipped against lavender painted walls. Just as you were halfway through discarding your shirt, an indignant cry caught you off guard.

“What in the sweet hells, do you mind?!” The towel and toiletries fell from your hands. You’d never been very perceptive and today was no exception. Already fully submerged in the tub was Astarion; chest bare slumped over the side, a dripping copy of the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette in hand.

“Astarion?! I haven’t seen you in hours, is this where you’ve been?” You spluttered. “We really could have used your help. There was a fight right outside the inn. There’s absolutely no way you didn’t hear the commotion.”

“Some of us take pride in our appearances and besides, I needed time away from that festering group of ingrates.” As if to emphasise his point he shuddered. “You know, you could all learn a lot from me, starting with regular bathing.”

“And how exactly are any of us meant to bathe when you’re in the bathroom four hours every day?”

“Oh I don’t know, Baldur’s Gate has plenty of scenic rivers and lakes. I’m sure the bear has no problem leading each of you to nature’s finest bathhouse.”

You rubbed your temples with a freehand. As much as you loved this man, he could really start to grate on your nerves after a while. You scooped up your belongings and made your way over to him, arranging your towel neatly on the floor beside you.

He looked up from the paper disinterestedly. “As much as I love your company, dear, I hope you’re not planning on joining me. I hardly think this,” he gestured disapprovingly at the tub, “can fit us both.”

“Astarion, if there’s anything I can do to cut this exceedingly long bath short, I would be more than happy to assist.”

His eyes widened momentarily. How stupid of you, you hadn’t considered the implications of what you’d said. 

“No, no, that's quite alright. I’ve still got my hair to wash and that’ll take at least another half an hour.”

Perching yourself on the edge of the tub beside him, you began rolling up your sleeves.

“Then allow me.” You smirked.

He flung the sodden paper to the floor and stared at you dumbfounded. “You mean you- wash my hair. I’m sitting here naked, dripping and gorgeous and all you want to do is ‘wash my hair’?”

“Couples do things for each other. Things outside of sex and combat, I might add,” you sniped back. Using your fingers, you began combing through his dampened locks.

“Without the sex, I suppose that leaves only the one thing we do together then.”

“That’s true.” His body tensed. “No, no wait- '' Flustered, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against the back of his head. A feeble gesture, intended to soothe him and buy you enough time to explain.

“Just kidding,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you knew it wasn’t genuine.

“I like doing other things with you,” you mumbled into his curls. “I don’t care about the sex.” You relaxed your hold, allowing him to turn around to face you. Delicately, you reached out and wiped a stray piece of hair from his forehead. As you did so, his unnaturally pale cheeks took on a darker hue, perhaps from the heat or from your touch, you weren’t sure.

He cleared his throat and turned away again. “I see then. Well, this is as good a time as any to try something new.” 

“Really?!” your head perked up. “I’m so excited, haven’t washed anyone else's hair since I left home.” You began swirling a hand in the tepid water, carefully choosing a spot faraway from where Astarion sat. “Did you and your siblings ever do this for each other? Like my family did,” you asked without thinking.

He shot you an incredulous glare, which soon contorted into sarcastic glee. “Oh, of course we did! And then in between our torture sessions we’d paint each others’ nails! What good fun it was.” His smile dropped and he fell backwards into the bath, splashing you in the process.

You scratched the back of your head. “Sorry I-”

He waved his hand dismissively. “Leave it, my love. No use dwelling on all that now.” You nodded your head in agreement, not that he could see you. “Come now, we don’t have all day.” 

You hummed in agreement, looking over the various bottles that sat on a shelf beside the bath. Astarion was a very particular man and you didn’t wish to upset him by, god’s forbid, using the wrong fragrance. You gestured towards the selection of shampoo. “What’s your poison?”

“Hmm, I think today I‘m in the mood for jasmine- no wait- night orchid and ginseng- actually, that honey shampoo sounds positively delicious.”

“Might net you some unwanted attention from our camp bear,” you joked, hands sifting through the knots in his hair.

“Fair point. Alright then, I think I’d like to try that raspberry one, the one you got from that dear little market stall.” 

The same one you liked to use.

With a gentle firmness you cupped the sides of his head. You hoped it was enough to stop him from turning around and seeing the pure glee etched onto your face.

“Alright, I need to get it wet, lean back,” you instructed, as you scooped up a handful of water.

He did as he was told and reclined backwards, eyes closed and squinted, anticipating the stream of water. Doing this for your brothers and sisters had been easy. Hells, you could get away with lobbing them in the river and they’d be just fine. Astarion, on the other hand, required a more delicate touch (even if he’d never admit to it) and you were more than happy to cater towards him.

With slow precision you poured the cooling water over his scalp, immediately pushing back any stray drops that threatened to drip down into his eyes. 

Gods, how was it possible for such a man to be so beautiful and how was it that such a man had chosen you as his partner? Your hands stopped and your gaze lingered, as you took in his picturesque features.

An eyelash heavy with steam peeled open, giving you an inquisitive look.

“Enjoying the show, darling?” A thick, humid heat bloomed across your cheeks. “By all means, keep admiring me.”

“Shut up and close your eyes!” You grabbed the bottle from the side and began lathering it in your hands. The familiar fragrance filled your nostrils and despite having grown accustomed to having it as your own scent, you were looking forward to how it smelt on him.

You rubbed the foam through your fingers, fully enveloping his hair in a thick mousse. As your nails dragged across his scalp you heard him moan. 

“That feels positively wonderful.”

“Oh yeah, like this?” you asked, repeating the same motions as before. He mmm-ed softly, sinking further into your hold. You paused for a second, this might be the most satisfied sound you’d ever heard coming from his lips, not a bad thing of course, given his past experiences. 

His eyes were open again, staring up at you, face awash with bliss. 

“Itching for a taste are we?” he goaded lightly.

There was no use dignifying that with a response. You brought your lips down upon his, his head still clasped in your hands. It was brief and sweet, reminiscent of those first kisses you’d once shared with young lovers. Unthinkable that such innocent yearning could be reclaimed so late in life. 

Reluctantly you broke the kiss and pulled away.

“I do rather like that, you know…”

“I know and so do I.” You beamed. “Okay now can you please hurry up so I can have a bath,” you pleaded, peppering his mouth with more kisses.

“Always so demanding,” came his curt reply (the audacity). Nonetheless, he complied and finished up. 

A deep sigh of relief escaped your lips after finally lowering yourself into freshly ran water. About halfway through wetting your hair, a freezing pair of hands on your shoulders caught you off guard.

“Astarion!” you shrieked. The little rogue had snuck up behind you.

“Oh, do be quiet, and don’t splash me. Wouldn’t do to get me wet again.” You watched as he rifled through the shampoo bottles disapprovingly. “We must go to the market together again soon, darling, just the two of us. I know just the product that’s perfect for your hair type, might do something about that helmet musk too.”

You opted to ignore that last dig, instead choosing to relish in the satisfaction of a warm bath and your lover threading his fingers through your hair. “I’d like that,” you hummed happily. 

A contented silence descended over the room. You felt at peace and when you saw him hovering above you with that serene grin on his face, you knew he felt the same.

[reidssluttywaist]

Spencer's lap.

In which you grind against your boyfriend.

fem!reader, season 2 Spencer, +16.

tags: dry humping, a little bit of dirtytalk.

a/n: guys this is so bad I've never written smut before but i had this idea while rewatching season 2 and tried something, this must have a bunch of mistakes and it's not proofread at all, also if anyone wants to rewrite this better please message me lol.

You never thought you'd have to sit for a physics class ever again since you left high school, and here you are, a half hour into your boyfriend explaining very throughly to you how he can make a rocket with 'physics magic', he also made you swear you would never tell his tricks to anybody, 'cause a magician never shares his secrets, right?!

Except you didn't get sleepy like you did in high school, you never paid that much attention to physics since now, the way Spencer's smile explains every detail, the giggle he lets out as he rumbles about different facts of all the physics laws, you're amazed by how happy he is, how his brain is extraordinary.

Hearing his humbles is better than any music you could think of, and paired with the soft sound of the rain falling outside Spencer's place, you feel so cozy and safe.

You and Spencer have been together for a couple of months now, he is your first real boyfriend, both of you are inexperienced in every single part of being in a relationship, sometimes the feeling of love you feel towards him overwhelms you, almost leaving you out of breath, you can't believe how good it is to love somebody, how god it is to love Spencer.

"Wow, that one might be your best! Look how high it went" you said after his most recent "rocket" made its way to the ceiling, Spencer smiling so big and laughing, making you laugh as well.

"Did you see that? I think I've perfected my measurements it's so high!!" Spencer says with a high-pitched voice, too excited to contain himself.

"The only bad thing about this is that you have to clean this mess up" You make a sad face, looking at the place that has little bits of water splashed all over.

"Nah, it's fine! It'll dry out soon enough" he says pretending that he doesn't care about the mess, except he does.

"C'mon, I'll help you clean and make us some dinner after, ok?!" You get up from your side of the couch, and hold Spencer's hand, trying to pull him up.

"I don't wanna get up now, it can wait," He says seriously, you can almost believe him.

You try pushing him up again, but this time he pulls you against him, being more successful than you do you end up falling onto him, sitting on his lap facing him.

"I said it can wait, I can clean up later, ok? I wanna spend some time with you now." He said holding your waist and looking at you.

You've never been on his lap before, you guys make out now and then, but never in that suggestive of a position, and Spencer never makes the first move like that, you feel your stomach filling with butterflies.

"You look so good with your glasses on" You blurt it out looking at him, analyzing his face as he looks at you.

"Can I kiss you?" Spencer says, you don't need words to respond as you press your lips onto his, starting a gentle kiss.

You'll never get accustomed to kissing Spencer, his soft lips, he's so gentle almost like he's afraid you'll run away if he makes any sudden moves, little does he know you won't, you'd never run away from him you feel like you could never get enough from him.

The kiss was now way more intense, your tongue exploring his, his grip on your waist a lot tighter now, one of his hands let go of your waist and made its way to the back of your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Spencer's mouth, making his body shiver under you.

Your hips start slightly moving over Spencer's thigh, the light friction making you want more.

Spencer was breathing heavily, and you could also feel him growing against your leg, he pulled you harder against him, adjusting your cunt to be right on top of his cock, applying pressure to your hips, you moan again, and you could feel yourself get wetter by the second.

"Spence, wanna feel you." You say in between kisses, making him whimper and push you harder against him.

"Fuck" he swears under his breath, both of his hands going to the waistband of the sweatpants you were wearing. "That okay?" he asks.

"Yes, please." You've never agreed to something so fast in your life, helping him take your pants away, after a few seconds of struggling you were back to kissing him like your life depended on it.

"C-can I take yours?" you whisper, almost scared to say it, he agrees by guiding your hand to his waistband, also helping you take his pants now, you were both only with underwear now, not even bothering to take your tops off, you went back to humping him, your thin underwear fabric soaked.

Spencer's shaky hands made their way onto your shirt, both of them massing your breasts, making noises come out of your mouth and the man under you groan.

"N-need more, Spence." You say grinding your hips harder against him, and bring your hands to his underwear pushing it down just enough so his cock is free.

You start to use your hands on him, slow up and down movements just enough so he can't even keep his eyes open.

"Want your pussy, please, wanna feel you" Spencer mumbles taking your hands off his cock, his hand going to your panties and ripping them out.

That made you gasp, making your pussy even more wet.

Spencer positioned you on his cock, which was resting on his stomach, you started moving your hips up and down, both of you moaning even louder now.

"You feel so warm, baby, you're so wet for me," He says, looking at where your bodies are rubbing against each other, he looks mesmerized by this sight, mouth slightly opened as he applies more pressure to your hips, making you shiver.

Spencer never dirty talked like that before, you could see the blush on his cheeks as he did, this new side of him making your mind blurry and a not start to form on your stomach.

"I'm so close," he says, biting his lips as you try to move even harder for him.

"N-eed more, please, your fingers," you say and he immediately knows what you mean, taking one of his hands out of your hips and bringing it to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit with ease, start moving it in circles making you let out a loud moan.

"Fuck" You let out, not able to keep your eyes open.

"Can you cum for me? Please baby wanna see your pretty face as you fuck yourself on me." Spencer says, that added with his movements in your clit make your mind fuzzy, you felt the heat on your stomach spread to your legs and your body starts to shake, releasing all the tension you were feeling.

"Oh, you're so pretty like that, so pretty when you cum for me," Spencer says, helping you ride out your climax, you were so sensitive by the recent orgasms but you started to move your hips harder and faster on Spencer's cock.

He bites his lips and you feel him grip your ass, his glasses were blurry and it was so hot that he didn't take him out.

He groaned when you felt his dick twit under you, you helped him through his orgasm, kissing him when you were both done, his hands when to your back caressing it, slowly moving up and down.

"That was so good" He whispers to you.

"A dirty talker, huh?! Who would've thought?" you joke, making him laugh.

"Most men are dirty talkers so it's not that uncommon" he rumbles.

He switched up to nerdy Spencer again, making you smile.

You spend a couple more minutes just talking before getting up, you make sure to point all that he must buy you a new pair of panties to pay for the one he ripped, he agrees, saying he would buy more than one because "you'll never know what might happen, right?"

[mygnolia]

sunghoon when you’re sick

pairing: sunghoon x gn!reader headcannons!

cw: cursing, mentions of chicken noodle soup (the food not the song), married life, getting sick/colds, hoonie my bae

wc: 1k

- okay so i feel like because he’s on the ice a lot

- he’s cold

- like in en-o-clock ep 20 behind he said it had been a while since he was on the ice so he was cold but that just means whenever he’s performing he’s not cold or not that cold at least

- and he’s acclimated to ice rink temperatures right?

- (and self projecting here but i myself am very cold all the time and it takes me a long time to get warm but i never get hot-?)

- so i feel like maybe one day its raining

- or the heater is broken and you have to suffer

- and you’re both on the bed, scrolling through your phones, but you’re shivering

- but sunghoon’s used to it

- only issue? he is not a raging furnace

- he’s a block of ice

- “sunghoon i’m cold.”

- “y/n, i can’t help you.” he’s just honest w/ everything atp

- “yes you can! cuddle me.” and you’d forcibly grab his arm and tangle urself with him

- you come to the very shocking realization that sunghoon is literally colder than the temperature outside.

- you pull away IMMEDIATELY and scowl at him

- he shrugs as if to tell you “i told you so.”

- he’s not offended he just accepted that he will never be warm

- man knows you’re just trying not to become the ice cube that he is

- omg sunghoon emotional brick and ice cube look at my…shape skills go

- so you’d go back to becoming one with the blankets but it doesn’t work and you’re like “hoonie :((“

- “yes dear.” sunghoon rolls his eyes, looking over at your covered figure nonetheless abd adjusts your blankets for you

- “can we cuddle, the blankets aren’t working :((“

- sunghoon probably gets an eye workout with how many times he rolls his eyes

- but he… L words u…so “okay. come here.” and he puts his phone down on the nightstand and gives you a hug

- internally he would laugh at your antics but he knows you’re just cold and he obviously wants to help but

- mans literally -2 degrees in body heat idk what to tell u

- but after a while you warm up the blankets EVENTUALLY get hotter

- u probs fell asleep and your body heat increased so you’re warm now

- he falls asleep too

- u end up with a COLD and he’s fine btw

- through the coughs and sniffles you blame him for not being your personal fireplace

- he goes “we slept together???? and you cuddled me??? for three hours??? fyi you could have gotten more blankets”

- ‘why can’t this man just spoonfeed u chicken noodle soup like a good bf’

- “can i at least have a kiss?” you pout at him underneath your blankets, even though the heater is in perfect working condition, and sunghoon feels himself falling harder for you everyday

- you are just so DAMN!!! CUTE!!! he can only handle so much until he says fuck it and puts a ring on ur finger

- omg married life with sunghoon or wtv…. NOT blushing

- “no. i’m going to get sick if I kiss you too.”

- “I AM SO SICK OF U!” /j

- ur stupid play on words makes him laugh and he gives in w/ a small peck :>

- even though ur hating him for not being cute and cuddly he just can’t get sick

- he has a competition coming up! sunghoon can’t be under the weather when he’s already under ur spell >:

- “take your medicine goddamnit” but it’s lovingly scolding you as he pushes the weirdly cherry flavored liquid down and follows up with a cup of warm water

- always has tissues on hand

- you’re in the car? tissues. you’re in the kitchen? no babe don’t use the paper towels to blow your nose it’s too rough on your skin

- if you want to cuddle he will say no

- I MEAN EVERY OTHER TIME HE JUST SITS THERE AND LETS U DO WHATEVER U WANT

- “guess this is my life now”

- “i can’t believe you won’t cuddle with me :(“

- “i cant believe you got sick despite hugging me and still having three blankets.” NO CHILL

- sunghoon simultaneously makes fun of you but will take care of you

- if he’s not home expect a sticky note or a voicemail

- “ahh, sorry for ringing your phone so early, i hope you’re getting your sleep <33 just wanted to call and make sure you drink the water in the bottle next to you, i warmed it this morning before i left for practice, and there’s some food in the fridge that jay brought over yesterday. hope you feel better soon i love you”

- alexa play fighting bleeding losing…no matter what i do by txt

- yeah he’s so sweet he’d stop the teasing bc he knows you hate being sick and doesn’t want to make it worse for you

- sometimes you wake up and you literally can’t breathe??

- breathing through nose era when!! /j

- you’d try to get your work done, hoon alr called sick days off for u but you have nothing to do at home so you get your laptop

- “Hi honey,” Sunghoon greets from the doorway, quickly kicking off his shoes and entering your bedroom. “I brought you some tea, Heeseung said it would help you since his mom gave it to him. Do you want some right now?” You nod, coughing with the quick and unexpected movement of your head.

- Sunghoon comes back with a steaming cup of warm golden tea, and blows on the top before letting you take a sip. “Be careful, it’s hot.” And you dismiss his words before you’re hissing at your burned tongue.

- u don’t catch a break huh

- you finish the cup of tea by the end of the night and sunghoon comes to give u a little forehead kith before telling you to sleep

- tmr u wake up and you can BREATHE again

- which gods did this why do you finally feel like a functioning human being

- ANYWAYS THOUGH!! Sunghoon’s competition is in two hours you don’t have time to waste hello?

- Outfit with hoodie, giant puffer jacket, and a turtleneck, and the thickest pants known to mankind

- driving to the rink where he’s competing and watching him with a giant lovesick grin without him knowing you’re there

- you give him a hug when he’s done

- happy at first and loves to see you, but wants to make sure you’re okay

- You both go home and he’s like “half of that outfit is mine.”

- yeah. he’s not wrong. anyways.

- celebratory dinner! he kisses you many many times thanking you for coming out to see him

- happy to finally cuddle again, holding you close now they you’ve recovered

- he got sick the next day.

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f for sunghoon. thank you.

[latenightdaydreams]

Please write about curvy reader with her 3 inches dick husband, Konig is reader's neighbor then helps her what's real sex feel like with his 10 inches cock😩

Can you imagine to difference😮‍💨 I'd want to cuck my husband🤭🤭🩷🩷

Let Me Love You Right (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, cheating

2.9k word count

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You’ve been married to Chris for eight years now, you both got married young and he’s your first and only. To say sex has been lack-luster… would be kind. You both waited for marriage, Chris’s idea. That meant you fell in love with him FOR him. You try to remind yourself that every day since finding out Chris only has a 3-inch cock.

Every time you have sex, you lie there looking at the ceiling while Chris moans loudly and gets off in six minutes. He doesn’t know where the clit is either and his finger game is weak. He just isn’t good in bed. The fact you catch him staring at a very slender woman online adds to it all, you’re a thick and curvy woman. He makes you feel rejected so it’s hard to enjoy anything with him. At some point you began to question if maybe you’re truly asexual because you became so turned off to sex and to him.

Then one day, your new neighbor moved in. You were sitting on your couch sipping coffee as you watched a moving truck pull in. You thought nothing of it and went on with your day. Your husband left for work so you decided to go outside and water your garden. You haven’t worked the last three years; you both have been trying for a baby, but nothing has happened yet. You’ve learned how to fill your time with small hobbies.

You got dressed in comfortable clothes and went outside. You turned the water on and began to pull the hose. As you pulled, it got stuck. Assuming you were outside alone, you began to curse the water hose, bending over to fix it and struggling. Just then you heard the sexiest Austrian accent from behind you.

König was about to go on a walk when he saw you leave your house, wearing tight black biker shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Your body was…perfection. He stood watching your breast bounce slightly with every step you take. Your hips sway so gracefully side to side. He picked the right house to move into. Hearing your struggle snapped him out of his lustful day dreams and began to approach you.

“Do you need help? Miss?”

He looked down at you, his eyes traveling over the curve of your plump ass. Imagining how soft it would feel to squeeze. When you turned to face him, his eyes dropped to your breast. Again, his mind went to imagining his hands squeezing them. He’s a man with big hands, and your breasts look like the perfect size to fill them.

As you turn your eyes meet the most beautiful sleepy pale blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man towered over you as if you were a tiny ant. His body is massive and solid looking. His blonde hair was shining in the bright morning sun. His face is handsome, rugged, with some scarring. You felt yourself get turned on for the first time in years.

“N- no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You caught his eyes wandering over your body.

“I’m König, I just moved in next door.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m y/n.” You put your hand in his, it looked so small. “The accent, are you German?”

“Austrian.” His thin lips pulled into a small smirk.

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled from embracement.

“It’s okay, the accents sound similar.” He chuckled as well.

You both stood there for a while just letting your eyes drink the other in. You could cut the tension with a knife. His blue eyes returned to yours and he gave you a small smile. The rest was history. Everyday after your husband leaves for work, you’d see each other. Drink coffee together, he’d help you garden, just talking about your personal lives. Nothing sexual. That was until today.

Sitting at his kitchen table with him as you sip your coffee and chat just like you both always seemed to do. Today was different though, you both being more outwardly flirty with one another.

“Your husband is a lucky man Maus, I’d love a curvy housewife.” His eyes travel down to your cleavage before back up to your eyes.

His comment makes you blush, you playfully nudge his arm. “Yeah right.”

“No really, I bet he is all over you.”

“Not really,” you tap your nails on the mug in your hands.

“No?” König tilts his head, he’s aware that he’s prying but he can’t fathom a man having you and not being obsessed.

“Nope…” You look into his eyes. You debate on whether or not you want to disclose all of your marital issues to him or keep it light.

“May I ask why?” His eyes drop to your fingers tapping. He reaches his hand out and grabs your off the mug, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. “You can talk to me.”

“Promise you won’t judge or laugh?”

“Promise, Maus. You have my word.”

“So, when we dated, we never did anything sexual past kissing. Like traditional and all.”

König nods his head along, listening to your words as he sips on his own mug of coffee. His eyes follow your lips as you speak.

“When we actually… you know…fucked,” You and König chuckle, “He pulled it out and was incredibly small.”

König raises his eyebrow with curiosity, “Small?”

“Small,” you nod, “like three inches small.”

König sat with his jaw dropped looking at you in disbelief. Three inches? He’s bigger than that when soft. No way three inches can get past how thick you are…

“And how was that?” His hand squeezes yours slightly.

“Terrible. I didn’t feel anything. I’m pretty sure I’m still a virgin because it barely went in…” You chuckle slightly at how embarrassing this is. “We’ve been trying for a baby for YEARS now and nothing because I just have no sex drive. On top of all of this, I catch him gawking at skinny women constantly. Women that look nothing like me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you’ve been ranting. König still caresses your hand with his thumb.

“I think you’re beautiful. Perfect just the way you are.” He says in a soft and tender voice. “I also think it’s a shame he doesn’t please you sexually.”

You give him a warm smile before your eyes move to your hand in his. You look at the drastic size difference between both of your hands before looking back up to him.

“Why don’t you leave? Find someone new? Someone compatible?” König means himself.

“He’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t you think you deserve romance? Passion?”

You can feel your face getting hot as he asks you this. You do want it. He is the reason the spark of desire was reignited in your life to begin with, but you can’t just tell him this. You can’t just have sex with your neighbor.

All the while you are inside your head, König looks at you. He takes in your features, the way you rest your head in your palm, how soft your lips look.

“Maus?”

“Hm?” You look up after being lost in thought. “Oh, I guess. I actually had a period of thinking I was asexual because I just didn’t have that desire or drive.”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“No,” you look back down at your hand in his.

A short period of time passes before König speaks up, “Do you find me attractive?”

Your eyes shot up to his shocked he was so forward. You hesitate for a while because you’re still married. Saying the truth might open up pandora's box, but you feel stuck, stagnant.

“I do…” you respond meekly.

“I think you’re attractive too.” König lets that linger in the air before continuing. “I desire you, and I think you feel the same.”

König tightened his hand around yours. He reached out with his other hand and caressed your face. You both look at each other for a while before you speak up.

“I do.” You lean into his hand that caresses your face.

“I don’t mean to cross lines, but I think I could love you better than your husband. I could appreciate your body better. I could fuck you better.”

His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair and grasp firmly. He tilts your head back slightly as his eyes roam down the curves of your jawline and neck. You felt a heat rush over your body.

König stands and walks closer to you, leaning in and kissing your neck tenderly. The warm sensation of his lips sends a chill down your spine. You don’t stop him even though you know you should. This would break your husband, but you don’t care.

Kissing up your neck to your ear he whispers, “Let me worship you, bitte.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

You’re still worried that it’s a you problem. What if you just don’t like sexual encounters?

König chuckled, “I can make you cum. Don’t worry.”

Your cheeks go hot as you laugh nervously. He pulls away and gently pulls you by your hand, “Komm mit mir”

You stand and follow him through his house to his bedroom, his bed a massive king size bed. The bedsheets are a dark gray color with a black comforter. He gently guides you to the room and lays you on the bed. Leaning over you, his lips find yours as you share a deep passionate kiss. His lips made yours actually tingle; you’ve never felt that before. His hands begin to trace the curve of your waist to your hip before moving up to your breast and squeezing.

König breaks the kiss and moves off of the bed. He gently takes your shoes off your feet and places them neatly by the bed. His eyes traveled over your body before pulling his shirt off to expose his physique to you. He can see the desire in your eyes, causing him to smile.

As he went to reach for the waistband of your leggings, you stopped him.

“What if you don’t like how I look?”

“I’ll love it, trust me.” He reassures you in a low soft tone.

Nodding your head, you let go of his hands and let him take them off. His eyes glide over your juicy thighs and the light blue cotton panties you’re wearing. Your legs are a little stubbly, you weren’t expecting to do this. You feel slightly embarrassed by the hair, but König doesn’t seem to mind as he glides his hands up your legs once they’re bare. His lips kissing from your calf up to your soft thighs; once there he begins to nibble on the soft flesh.

“Mien Gott, you’re so soft.” He whispers as he rests his kisses on your thighs more.

“I’m sorry I didn’t shave-”

“It’s natural. I don’t mind hair Maus.” He smirks.

You relax back on the bed as his hands go up to the elastic band of your underwear and pull it off. His eyes falling on the small bush between your legs as he smiles. He can’t wait to bury his face in it.

“Are you okay?” König asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” You look down at him as he begins to spread your legs apart. Your heart beat is pounding and, in this moment, you begin to think about the life you wanted to build with Chris but then, oh god. You drop your head back on the bed.

König sticks his tongue out and begins to lightly flick over your clit. Instantly your legs begin to tremble and you moan loudly. Your hands find his hair and comb your fingers through it. You can’t believe oral sex can be this good. König stops licking your clit to suck it.

“No, no, please lick it.” You look down again, begging in a pathetic voice.

König nods and goes back to flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit. You had a long morning of sweating so your natural musk is strong and König is savoring the smell. Listening to your loud moans he slowly moves his finger to your pussy and teases the entrance. Slowly slipping his finger in your gasp. He loves the reactions you’re giving. It’s insane to think you’ve gone your whole life without feeling this pleasure.

“König,” you moan out loudly as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you quickly, your back arching. A new sensation consumes you as you scream out, your body trembling. König closed his eyes, smirking, and enjoying hearing you orgasm.

He pulls back and moves his finger once you relax. You prop yourself on your elbows and look at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Take your shirt off, Liebling.” König’s voice dripping with lust.

You sit up and pull your shirt over your head before reaching behind you to take your bra off. König watches eagerly to see your breast for the first time. Watching them full and heavy, come out from your bra makes his mouth water even more. He can’t believe how perfect you are.

König begins to pull down his jeans and you watch, jaw dropping once you see the outline of his erection. He pulles his boxer briefs down completely and you see his hard cock full for the first time. Not only is it thick but it's long. You can’t help but to stare and König notices.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“How…how big are you?”

“Uh, ten inches, I think. A little over. But don’t worry, I won’t push you.”

“Ten?”

König laughs and walks to the bed and lays beside you. He moves his body so that you’re resting close to him while he is on his side. He leans down and kisses your breast, slowly making his way to your nipple to suck on it while he is lifting your leg up with one hand, and moving his cock to rub your pussy with the other.

“Are you ready?”

“I am.” Your voice is weak with pleasure of him touching you.

Moving his mouth from your nipple he begins to kiss your lips. He rests your leg over his body to keep your legs spread as he wraps that arm underneath the back of your head. He breaks the kiss to look at you as the other hand still on his cock slowly pushes into your slick tight cunt. König’s breath goes shaky from the pleasure it’s giving him. He slides his hand up your leg and holds it up for a better angle.

You look back at him and your hands grasp whatever they can find, his pillow and his forearm. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan out his name. His cock pushing deep inside of you like you’ve never felt before. Your walls clench tightly around his fat cock as you feel stuffed for the first time ever.

König begins to thrust into you quickly, his eyes traveling to watch your breast bounce with the motion. Panting hard as his body begins to glisten with sweat. Your sweet moans and sopping wet cunt driving him to his breaking point.

“Y/n,” König moans as he leans down to kiss your lips.

You move your hand from his forearm to his jaw eagerly pressing his lips into yours harder. Moaning into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and begins to circle around every corner of your mouth.

You feel the same overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you know you’re about to cum. You try to turn your head to let out moans but König moves his hand from your leg to your face to keep you kissing him, his tongue dancing with yours as you begin to orgasm.

Without warning König pulls out and steps off the bed. Your body is still trying to calm down. You look at him as he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He rests your legs over his shoulders as his hands grasp your hips. He slips his cock back into your needy pussy and begins to thrust as hard as he can.

Your back arches and you reach out grabbing the bed sheets as you loudly moan König’s name. König has sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks down at you not being able to handle his cock.

“You can take it, Maus, I’m going to cum.”

“Please, cum. Please fuck your cock is so- big.” You moan now looking up at him. Your face contorted from the pleasure.

“Beg for it more.”

“Please cum, please cum in my tight little pussy.”

“Oh, fuck ja, mehr!”

“Please cum in me.” You whimper out as his thrust picks up even more, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room.

König listens to you beg, watching your eyes glaze over with a lustful look. He nods his head as you beg him to fill your precious little pussy full of his cum. He does.

“Y/n! Fuck!” König moans out, dropping his head back as his cock throbs deep inside of you.

.

.

“Hey sweetie, did you have a good day today?” Chris asks as he walks to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, I did.” You sit still thinking about König, excited for tomorrow.

“Did you do something different with your skincare routine? You look like you’re glowing.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it.”

“Oh, I will.” You smile, holding your secret.

[atsumou]

EPITOME OF SIN

— zhongli x f! reader x neuvillette

18+ MDNI; explicit smut, unprotected sex, cuckolding, masturbation (m), neuvillette being horny and overwhelmed and zhongli being a lil menace, pet name (my sweet girl). divider: cafekitsune.

word count: ~1k or less

notes: not proofread! advance apologies for any typos. idk how long i’ve had this drafted but yeah!! i got around to finally finishing it hehe.

neuvillette always saw himself as a calm, and collected man; lilac gaze mirroring the cerulean tranquil waters of the weeping willow of the lake—he was never the one to unnecessarily raise his voice nor show the expression of anger. at least that’s what his lover, you, had said to him from one’s astute observation.

so why was the chief justice the complete opposite right this very moment? heart thrumming against his chest like the speed of the harsh winds in loch urania; blood boiling like hot vermillion lava from the volcanos of natlan, neuvillette seethed at the wickedly sinful sight in front of him—teeth clenched, nails digging into the poor azure fabric of the sofa beneath him. your lover was painted crimson red, not knowing if it stemmed from anger, embarrassment, or lust.

anger, because neuvillette didn’t know why he had agreed to such an insane proposal. though, insane was an understatement. he surveyed your sweat-covered naked body, rocking back and forth, back and forth from the forceful thrusts of another man—the geo archon. rex lapis, morax, deus auri, the usurper of the element of stone. he should be the only man sheathed beyond your walls so intimately; he should be the one pulling those saccharine moans from your soft lips; he should be the sole reason for your immense pleasure.

embarrassment, because neuvillette was too turned on at the sight before him to admit—though, his cock pushing against the navy slacks he donned was more than a telling sign. he was ashamed, felt absolutely filthy for getting aroused at such an outlandish sight. there were so many things wrong here and yet neuvillette had the audacity to be horny; he would give himself the heaviest sentence in the history of fontaine, for heaven’s sake. the iudex could feel his skin prickle, diminutive sharp kisses shooting all over his heated skin, fingers wanting to claw at the unbearable itch it left behind. he felt feverish but he couldn’t take his lilac gaze away from tracing your bare body—the way it responded to the heavenly pleasure zhongli gave.

lust, because at the end of the day—dragon or not—neuvillette’s body responded the same way as a human’s body would when exposed to a sexual stimuli. the chief justice practically gawked at his dear lover and zhongli on the bed; mouth slightly parted, tongue ever so lightly swiping at his bottom lip in effort to satiate his growing thirst. all neuvillette could hear were your dulcet moans reverberating throughout his cerulean-walled quarters, the way your pretty eyes rolled back in pure bliss; brows knitted in full concentration on your impending orgasm. oh, neuvillette wanted to be desperately inside you but all he could do was sit there.

sit there and watch as zhongli sinfully fucked you with enough drive to vex your lover. outside, the people in the court of fontaine begin to scramble for shelter at the first signs of water droplets beginning to fall from the azure sky; grey clouds looming over the nation of many waters as it prepares for a downpour. “hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry.” zhongli brazenly teases with a strained voice, his amber eyes glowing like gold, piercing right through neuvillette. the latter lets out a firm sigh, nails digging further into the softness of the seat.

“please, don’t hold yourself back, monsieur. we’re all here to have fun, aren’t we?” the dark-haired man continues before repositioning your naked body. zhongli hauls you up like a ragdoll, both arms secured behind your back with his hand while the other makes its way to the strands on your head. he faced you towards neuvillette—who sat there with blown pupils, holding onto the last piece of his sanity and reputation—before pounding into you again; balls slapping against your soaked entrance with every forceful thrust.

letting out a sweet whimper, you stare starry-eyed at your lover as his hand wanders down to the apex of his legs. zhongli clicks his tongue as he feels you clenching around his hard cock, and holds you against his sweaty chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. “o-oh god!” you moan out as his tip kisses the saccharine spot within your velvety walls, shocks of icy pleasure caressing your spine. if it wasn’t for zhongli’s hold, you would have fallen onto the mattress from the sheer strength of his thrusts and the pleasure alone. the divine man behind you growls, lips situated dangerously close to your ear, “yeah . . ? that’s right i’m your god.” zhongli growls, loud enough for the hydro sovereign to hear, his tone unrecognisable—it was a far cry from the usual smoothness of his voice.

the ivory-haired man mirrored zhongli’s growls yet it didn’t contain the same carnal hunger as the latter, no, it was pure rage. white, hot anger seethed from neuvillette’s sitting figure as zhongli spoke that very sentence, what a disgrace. the chief justice sat there, every fibre of his body tingling and burning with silent chaos—like the calm before a thunderous storm, serene yet brimming with such force. you vigorously nod at zhongli’s retort, even going as far as trying to form your own coherent reply only to come out in a twist of saccharine moans.

there was no hiding the rapid rise and fall of neuvillette’s chest despite the expensive layers of cerulean fabric he donned. the sensation was too overwhelming for him, pressure uncomfortably pressed on every dip and curve of his body to the point where he couldn’t feel anything—no, he could feel everything. everything at once and it drove the iudex absolutely insane. the jealousy, the lust, the embarrassment, it weaved its way down to his very core. neuvillette didn’t know what he wanted to do, all your lover knew was that he needed a release. now.

neuvillette uncomfortably shuffled atop the plush of the cerulean sofa, delicate hands moving as fast as the lightnings that scattered throughout inazuman waters. it was beyond shameful to be acting this way, his fingers fumbling the metal zipper of his slacks. before you knew it, your’s and zhongli’s moans were accompanied by neuvillette’s sinful ones—he didn’t hold back, almost as if he had completely let go of himself, his reputation, his standing with the lord of geo. the iudex of fontaine was reduced to nothing but a common whore, shamelessly filling the walls of his own quarters with brazen moans beyond his control.

it was a sight to see. too bad the intense jolting of your naked body from zhongli’s forceful thrusts were getting in the way from being able to properly see your lover’s fucked out expression but the desperate strokes of his hand was enough for you—enough to let you know that neuvillette somewhat found pleasure in this despite the bizarreness of it. he moaned and grunted your name into the heights of the ceiling like there was no tomorrow; you’ve never seen him like this before—always the modest sighs and grunts whenever you had sex with him but nothing more. neuvillette’s body was feverish, millions of tiny prickles spreading like wildfire as he stroked and stroked at his hard cock, hoping to finally reach that sweet release with you.

you moaned, a messy mix of both their names, earning a sharp hiss from the two males as they sucked in a sharp breath. “i-i’m close. . fuck . . !” “that’s it my sweet girl. show your lover how good i’ll make you cum.” zhongli whispers, licking a long stripe up the side of your sweaty neck, golden gaze locked onto neuvillette’s, taunting him. if it weren’t for the pleasure he was chasing this very moment, neuvillette wouldn’t have thought twice before pulling you off the archon but his legs were trembling with icy bliss, unable to even take a few steps.

as if on cue, you clamp your walls around zhongli’s cock, letting out a lewd sound before cumming. your naked body hardened with pleasure, teeth gritting and digits curling as waves of bliss ran through your veins. you couldn’t even hear zhongli’s velvety praises as you came, the next thing you knew was that your moans became muffled—your face harshly coming into contact with the ivory sheets beneath as zhongli pushed your head down to sinfully arch your back even more. he gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out and fisting his cock above your exhausted form, shooting endless ropes of hot cum onto your back as he moaned your name.

to his dismay, neuvillette was the last to cum which meant you and zhongli were able to see his current state in all its glory—all flushed and sweaty from desperately fisting his cock, moaning your name out with such need like he was a dragon in heat. hot cum coated his pale fingers, he sat there, cock still hard and catching his breath. neuvillette had his eyes solely on you, like a quiet predator sizing up it’s main course for the night. maybe neuvillette should show the lord of geo how to actually fuck you dirty until you and him were the epitome of sin.

[lightseoul]

cw. gn!reader, worker!reader, prohero!katsuki, aged-up (25), pining lmao (if you look extra closely)

“You’re late.”

At the sound of the pro-hero’s all-too-familiar gruff voice, you freeze, ass barely touching the chair you were about to sit on.

From where he sits across from you, Bakugou is now scowling.

Great, you think to yourself. Twenty seconds in and you’ve already triggered the beast.

“Sorry,” you say with the most apologetic smile you can muster. “Something urgent came up.”

At that, his scowl deepens, and his eyes seem to search for something as they flicker over your features. You feel yourself getting warm under the intensity of his gaze.

Three years of working under him and it still flusters you—being studied so blatantly by the #2 Pro-Hero, Bakugou Katsuki.

“What possibly could’ve been more urgent than an important meeting with your fucking boss?”

You internally scoff at his tactlessness, though you manage to seem unfazed on the outside. At the very least, the three years of being the HR head of the Dynamight agency have taught you how to deal with a certain someone.

Bakugou’s eye twitches so minutely, probably out of annoyance brought by the feigned innocence written all over your face.

You could lie and let the conversation move forward. But you’re feeling a little reckless, still reeling from that damned phone call you had a few minutes ago.

So you tell him the truth.

“I just got dumped over the phone.”

You expected a disinterested harrumph in response, not a choking fit over the ice-cold water he just downed.

You jump on your feet, circling the table to—supposedly—gently pat his back. Before you do so, though, you hesitate, hand awkwardly frozen mid-air, wondering for a second if touching any part of your boss’s body could put you in HR danger.

Once you gathered practically everyone in the restaurant’s attention and Bakugou has stopped coughing, you hesitantly circle back and sit on your chair.

“Are you okay?” you ask, as he wipes his mouth angrily with his napkin.

“‘m fine,” he croaks, not meeting your gaze for a moment before finally looking you in the eye.

He looks like he has something to say, but his words never come. His mouth merely opens and closes ever so slightly, you could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at it.

Why are you staring?

“Great,” you shoot him a smile, grabbing one of the menus and thumbing through the decidedly sticky pages.

A pause.

“...You could’ve canceled, you know.”

At the sound of his uncharacteristically quiet voice, you look up, surprised.

“What?”

He sighs, probably irritated by your confusion. “You could’ve canceled the meeting,” he explains, “I would’ve understood.”

You can’t help but smile at him, the feeling of gratitude blooming in your chest. At the sight of it, he looks away, solemn.

“A commitment is a commitment,” you reply. “We already blocked off the hour to meet with the restaurant owner, and I don’t want to waste your precious time off patrol.”

“...Even though you just got dumped?”

Your heart throbs painfully at the mention of what just happened to you, but you quickly school your expression into a neutral one.

“Especially because I just got dumped.”

He chuckles. “What, you the type to throw yourself into work when life gets extra shitty?”

You playfully roll your eyes at his jab. “Don’t act like you don’t do that yourself, Bakugou-san.”

“I wasn’t,” he defends, smirking as he leans back against his seat. “Was just curious.”

Before you can even register what he just said, a waiter suddenly appears to your right, startling the both of you.

Bakugou then proceeds to order for himself, and as he does so, you study his face despite yourself, heart weirdly thrumming at the implications of what was just said.

“Make sure to have the report ready by 5 PM tomorrow,” he says, breaking the silence as you walk towards where he parked his car. “‘m planning to stop by the office to read it before the night shift starts.”

“Got it.”

Before you know it, you’ve already arrived. Despite yourself, your heart sinks at the thought of going home. Whether it’s because you literally just got dumped unceremoniously or because the surprisingly pleasant meeting is coming to an end, you don’t know.

Bakugou turns to face you, a hand in his pocket and the other fiddling with his keys. “You sure you don’t need a ride?”

You nod. “The bus station is just a few blocks away.”

A silence falls upon you.

Again—there’s that serious look on his face as he studies you so intensely, it almost feels like scrutinizing. You’ve always felt vulnerable under Bakugou’s sharp gaze, but today it’s been extra piercing.

Finally accepting that it’s the end of the day and it’s time to go home, you nod again—more cheerfully this time—before you turn to leave.

You’re about a few feet away from him when he calls your name.

“For what it’s worth,” he semi-shouts, “it’s that dumbass’ loss.”

tagging. @katsukis1wife @rinalou @loverboyrin @brunnetteiwik @beabe19

[ketaundkrawall]

Licky ☽｡⋆ Joost Klein

Summary: Joost knows you reposted that edit.

Warnings: smut, unprotected piv (wrap it before you tap it), female masturbation, voyeurism (blink and you’ll miss it), sub!reader, fluffy ending, cuddles with Joost okay I need that 🥺, no use of Y/N, afab!reader

WC: 1.3k

A/N: so here it is, my second fic 🥹 hope you guys like it lmao. Also this man and THIS FUCKING EDIT have a chokehold on me 👹 Also I will probably do a part two of Keta und Krawall :p

18+ under the cut!

Sundays at home were the best. And they were even better when your boyfriend was at home and not somewhere out on tour.

Joosts head was resting on your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your torso as you listened to his slow, steady breathing.

It was still very early, the sounds of birds chirping outside and the soft tapping of the rain against the window had a calming effect on you.

Giving up on sleep, you turn to grab your phone and open TikTok. Turning the volume down, so you wouldn’t wake your sleeping boyfriend, you start to scroll through your For-You-Page.

Liking some trends people were doing and watching tons of those little John videos with his galvanized steel wood veneers, you soon got bored.

Just as you scrolled again, you thought it was just a simple edit of some actor you liked, your eyes widened.

That wasn’t some actor. It was your boyfriend who was flashing before your eyes on your phone screen. And he looked absolutely stunning.

Biting your lip softly you clicked the little save button in the corner before watching the edit a few times more.

Joost was stirring on your chest slightly, opening his eyes slowly. As he looked up at you they were still heavy with sleep.

A soft sigh escaped your lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you sorry.”

Shaking his head he softly looked up at you. “You didn’t m’en meisje (My girl).”

The nickname made you smile. You loved when he talked Dutch.

“Good.” Leaning forward you pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “Let’s take a shower.”

Getting out of bed you watched him stretch and pulling the covers off himself. He was only wearing some boxers to bed and they didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Wanna take a picture?” He grinned as he got up. Snapping out of your daydream you rolled your eyes. “I don’t need a picture. Having you home is enough for me right now.” A soft smile played around your lips as you wrapped your arms around his middle looking up.

His arms wrapped around you, finding the small of your back and pulling you slightly closer into a loving hug. “Ik hou van jou (I love you).” He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

Being with him for quite some time now, you understood some Dutch. Not everything, you still needed some help and practice. But hearing that sentence almost everyday, you knew what he said.

“I love you too.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple before pulling away. Taking your hand he pulled you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Few moments later both of you were naked and standing under warm flow of the water. A few kisses were shared every now and then.

You were just so happy Joost was home again.

Later that day, Joost was running some errands, you cuddled up onto the couch and opened TikTok again. That fucking edit didn’t leave your head the whole day. Clicking on your saved videos you clicked on the one you saved.

Groaning you closed your phone and covered your face with your hands. Starring at the ceiling for what felt like hours your hand slowly found its way down your body.

You could already feel yourself getting wet.

Soon enough your fingers brushed over your already soaked panties. The thought of Joost touching you made you moan softly as you pushed the fabric out of the way.

Imagining it were his fingers circling your clit you arched into your touch, your other hand finding your throat, squeezing it softly.

Being so lost in your own pleasure you didn’t notice the door open.

Leaning against the wall Joost watched your fingers pump in and out of your pretty little pussy, grinning to himself. His jeans instantly tightening.

“Enjoying yourself I see?”

You insanely froze in your position on the couch, eyes widening in shock as you looked into your boyfriend’s blue eyes which were clouded with lust.

“I-“ Your throat suddenly felt very dry.

Closing your legs you were quick to get up. As you tried to walk past him he held you back by your arm.

Leaning down he kissed just right under your ear. “I want you to get naked and wait for me on the bed, got it?”

A gulp and a nod. “J-ja (Yes).”

You had no idea what would happen next but you did as you were told. Walking into your shared bedroom you were quick to take off all your clothes. Sitting on the edge, you waited for Joost.

After 5 minutes or so he finally walked in, eyeing your naked figure up and down. “Schitterend (Stunning).” He mumbled.

Blushing you looked down at your hands. As you heard his belt snapping open you looked up again and there he stood butt naked and absolutely ravishing.

“Open your mouth.” He whispered and grabbed your jaw softly. “Wanna feel your pretty lips around me.”

With a desperate whine you did as you were told. Holding your head in place Joost softly pushed himself in the wet and waiting warmth of your mouth, groaning in the process. “Fuck that’s my good girl. Making me feel so good.”

You could basically feel your pussy dripping with need at his words. Looking up at him through your lashes you wrapped one hand around his shaft and started to bop your head up and down his length, working the rest that didn’t fit with your hand.

Eyes watering your gaze met his. He softly pulled you off his hard dick. “Lay on your back. Need to fuck that pussy now.”

“Fuck yes please I need you so bad!” You whined as you laid down. In no time he was on top of you, teasing your entrance with his tip.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you looked deeply into his eyes. “Ik hou van jou (I love you).” You whispered and brushed some hair out of his eyes.

Leaning down he captured your lips into a sweet and passionate kiss before pushing himself all the way inside you, making you moan into the kiss.

Pulling away, Joost started to kiss down your jaw while fucking inside of you. His hands found your breast, pinching your pebbled nipples and making you arch more into his touch.

Grinning against your skin his hand wandered further down your body, rubbing right circles on your swollen clit.

“Look at mijn mooi meisje (My beautiful girl).” Joost whispered. “So good for me. So close.”

Your foggy mind couldn’t really comprehend what he just said so you just nodded, a soft “close” coming across your lips.

Your boyfriend gave you a cheeky grin. “Cum mijn hart (my heart).”

That’s was all it took for you to come undone unter him. Squeezing his cock tight, as your slick coated it.

His thrusts got slower as his hips stuttered. “Fuck, here it comes.” He said releasing everything he had, painting your walls with his cum.

A warmth spread across through your abdomen, making you shiver.

Giving you another kiss he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss of contact.

Laying down beside you he pulled the covers over you, pulling you into his side.

“That was amazing.” You said and looked up at him. “I missed you.”

Joost smiled down at you. “I missed you too.”

Pressing a small kiss to his chest, he takes your left hand in his, playing with your fingers.

“Jij bent de liefde van mijn leven.”

Your head turned to look at him. “What does that mean?”

Kissing the tips of your fingers Joost gaze softened. “It means you are the love of my life.”

“Really?” Your cheeks flushed. He gave you a nod.

“Oh and you reposted that video by the way. I saw it on TikTok.”

-

A/N: thanks again for reading to the end :p also my requests are open so pls don’t hold yourself back ✨

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hii lovely!! I'm not sure if it's alright but just hear me out. maybe a fic stalker theo completely obsessed w reader, maybe kinda dubcon but if not i totally understand !!

Very convenient timing considering I just read Haunting Adeline this weekend. I kinda used one of the parts in it for the instigation, but I hope this works!

Fuck Off

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Warnings: DUB/NONCON PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF, oral(female receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, cussing, stalking.

18+ Minors DNI

You've had a stalker for a few months now. They would leave gifts outside your dorm to begin with. Then they started showing up in your dorm. The gifts were sweet and tailor specifically to your likes and wants, which you couldn't decide if that made it creepier or not.

The gifts weren't the only thing you got from your stalker. They would also send you texts from an unknown number. They weren't threatening or anything that suggested harm to you. Maybe creepy since they'd talk about what you were doing in that moment, even when you were completely alone. Sometimes they were sweet, sometimes they were sexual. And you hated to admit it, but they knew exactly how to talk dirty to you, they could get you worked up so easily. It freaked you out but you weren't in danger. Right?

You were sitting in your bed reading, unwinding from the hectic day you just had when your phone went off for a text notification. It startled you out of your little world and you opened the message.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are when you're reading?”

Your stalker again.

“A few times.” You replied. At this point, you've given up ignoring them since they'll just keep messaging you until you respond.

“I'll tell you a million more times. You should be reminded every day how beautiful you are.”

“You already do that.”

“Maybe next time I say it, I can say it while my cock's buried deep inside you.”

“Pervert.”

“Only for you. You know you drive me insane. You make me so hard just sitting there. Especially since I know the filth you're reading. You're not so innocent yourself, bella.”

You looked at your phone for a moment before looking around. You did read dirty books, but only in your dorm. Another ping from your phone drew your attention back to it.

“You won't find me, amore mio. You should know this by now.”

“Fuck off.” You replied, angry at him for how he's treating your privacy.

“Careful, principessa. If you say that again, I'm gonna come fuck that little pussy of yours.”

You scoffed, disgusted by his words. Would he really come do it? No. Was part of you also curious if he would and wanted to see who he was? Yeah. That's why you couldn't stop yourself from replying.

“Fuck off.”

“You're in for it now, cara mia.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to your book. Your eyes felt heavy after a while and you put the book aside to fall asleep.

The next day, you got up and headed for the showers, getting ready for the day. You stripped and got under the hot water of the shower, relaxing for a moment before starting your shower routine.

You always got an eerie feeling of someone watching you or being right there when you closed your eyes while rinsing the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair. This time, though, when you opened your eyes after rinsing out the conditioner, there was someone right in front of you. You knew him, of course, everyone did. Theodore Nott.

You screamed and backed away from him, hitting the shower wall while you covered your body as best as you could.

“Get the fuck out!” You yelled.

“I'm not going anywhere, cara mia.” He smiled. You noticed he was fully clothed as he stepped towards you, drenching his clothes from the shower.

“You? You're the fucking creep that's been stalking me?” You made the connection after hearing him call you the same pet name as your stalker.

“If you recall that little conversation last night, I told you I'd come fuck you if you told me to ‘fuck off’ again, which you did.” He took another step closer, his shoes nearly touching your toes. “And I don't make empty threat, principessa.”

“I could scream right now and someone will come in and stop you.” You threatened, hoping to deter him.

“I'm hurt you think I'm so stupid. I put a silencing charm on the room and looking charm on the door so no one could come in and you can't get out.” He said as he brushed a strand of your wet hair from your face.

You flinched from his touch, closing your eyes. “What are you gonna do to me?” You whisper.

“I'm gonna make you feel so, so good, bella.” He said and moved to kneel in front of you.

As soon as his knees hit the tile, you pushed him out of the way and ran out of the shower, trying not to slip.

“I already told you, you cant get out, cara mia.” He called out to you.

You ignored him and tried the door to the bathroom. Wouldn't even budge. You didn't have your wand on you either since you were showering. Hands wrapped around your waist and you fought against him, kicking back to hit him, which just ended up making you both fall to the ground. He was much quicker than you, propping you on your knees so your face was down and ass up for him while he held your hands behind your back. You couldn't see him from this angle, but felt his tongue flick your clit, making you moan.

“You act like you don't want me, but your soaking, cara mia.” He said before licking and sucking at your clit.

Your words died in your throat, replaced by a moan leaving your mouth instead.

“Your body knows what it wants, amore mio.” He licked up to your entrance, prodding his tongue inside.

“Fuck.” You moaned, eyes rolling back before closing.

He moaned against you and kept his onslaught of pleasure on your pussy until you came.

“That's my good girl. That's what I wanted.” He said as he helped ride out your high.

“To force yourself on me?” You asked as you caught your breath once the orgasm faded.

“To make you feel good, principessa.” He shuffled behind you a bit as he kept a hand holding yours down still. You could hear the sound of his pants being undone.

“I think there could've been another way to fuck me that didn't involve stalking and harassing me.” It probably wasn't a smart move to mouth off to your stalker, but you were so angry. You pulled your hands out of his grip and tried taking off, but he just grabbed your legs, making you fall back on your stomach.

“I think you like this, though. I see how soaked you are from this.” He pulled you back onto your knees and held onto both your wrists with both of his hands. His cock teased your entrance, coating it in your arousal.

“You think I like you forcing yourself on me?” You said, hissing from how sensitive you were when he nudged your clit.

“You haven't told me to stop.” He said before thrusting into you, immediately bottoming out and making you cry out. “You're practically dripping from how wet you are for me, cara mia.”

You couldn't even deny that, maybe you were crazy, but you were embarrassingly wet from all this.

He started thrusting in and out of you, his grip on your wrists tight, bruises will probably form later from all of this.

“Not even trying to fight back anymore. You finally accepting that you're enjoying this?” He asked, letting go of your wrists to grab your hips. “Or maybe I got you too cockdrunk on me. Is that it? Am I making you feel so good you can't talk?” His voice was condesending.

“Fuck off.” You said, clawing at the floor to grip something.

“You love testing me, principessa. I don't mind. I'm happy to put you in your place each time.” He said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “You can stop acting like you hate this. I can feel you clenching my cock like you can't get enough of it.”

“As if.” You said between moans. He was hitting you so deep and fast, it had another orgasm building quickly.

“Keep talking like that and next time I'll have to punish you, amore mio.” He said, moving a hand from your hip to grip your hair. “How about you be a good girl instead and cum on my cock for me, yeah?”

“Fuck, shit!” You cried out, so close to cumming.

“Scream my name when you cum. Wanna hear how it sounds from those pretty lips.” He groaned, he was getting close himself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, principessa.”

You came around him, trembling as his name fell from your lips over and over.

“That's the most beautiful sound I've ever fucking heard. Shit!” He said before moaning, his hips stilling as he came inside you, filling your pussy with his cum.

He pulled out as you both caught your breaths and stood back up, quickly redoing his pants before pulling out his wand and undoing the spells. He left the bathroom without another word to you as you slowly got up and went back to the shower to scrub the filth of what you'd done off of you.

And hopefully convince yourself that you didn't enjoy that.

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SLOW DOWN -m. sturniolo

PAIRING; bf!matt + gf!reader

CW; smut. m!receiving. oral. semi voyeurism. sub!matt but also matt praises you? they don't fuck, but they probably will later!

AUTHORS NOTE; had to write this twice because tumblr hates me, but shoutout anon who recommended this because ts was so fun to write. ik you said quickie and TECHNICALLY its not a quickie, but i still hope you enjoy it ;)

music filled the car as the two of you continued your adventure for the day. matt needed to run errands and you happily tagged along, wanting any sort of time with your boyfriend. matt quietly hummed whatever song he had put on the radio as you looked over at him, turning the wheel to guide the both of you into the car wash parking lot.

god did he look good today, well he did everyday, but today was different. his hair fell perfectly on his forehead so that he could just barely see through it. his tee shirt fit snug around his biceps in a way that drove you insane. his fingers, adorned with rings, gripped the steering wheel just right that it made you want to drag him into the backseat at that moment to fuck him. 

your legs instinctively squeezed together as he rode up to the payment machine. he reached half his body out the car to fiddle with the buttons as his shirt rode up on him, his happy trail visible to your hungry eyes. you forced yourself to look away because at that point, you were eye fucking him. the car shifts as he sits back down, completely oblivious to the thoughts in your head at that moment. he drove the car forward before putting it in neutral and letting the car wash do its thing. 

“which scent did you pick this time? tropical?” you asked, trying to get your head out of the gutter for a moment. 

“yeah, i dont know why the fuck the one last time smelled so chemically, that was not ocean breeze.” matt emphasized the word ‘not’, a smile forming on his face

“i could have told you that baby, but you wanted to see the blue bubbles so.” you trailed off, facial expression matching his as you reached over to ruffle his hair.

the nozzles outside began spraying water and white foam over the top of the car as he blindly tried to fix his hair. his body fully turned towards you as he reached over to cup your cheek, the touch immediately making you turn a light shade of red.

“with all the running around we’ve been doing today, i’ve had barely any time to kiss you.” matt spoke, eyes darting to your lips. 

you wordless answered back as you leaned over to connect your lips. his hand pushed into your hair as he softly deepened the kiss. the two of your lips moving slowly together as the car inched through the building. matts tongue brushed your bottom lip, as if he was asking for permission to enter. you parted your lips as his tongue began to explore your mouth like hes never kissed you before. your hands raked through his hair as a soft noise was emitted from him. fingers getting tangled in his hair as you lightly pulled, the same noise coming from him again.

“please baby.” he gasped against your lips, the sound of his voice in that manner making you more wet by the second.

one hand left his hair as it reached down to lay upon his lap, nails brushing against the, very noticeable, hard dick in his pants. “you want me to touch you?” you asked, voice filled to the brim with lust.

“yes, please baby, please.” he begged, that was enough to send you over the edge. you made quick work with unzipping his jeans and tugging them, and his boxers, down just enough for his aching cock to spring free.

you looked from his dick, to making eye contact with him, and then back to his dick. your mouth was watering at this point, but you still asked, “what do you want me to do, sweet boy?”

“mouth, please, i want to feel your mouth.” his hips bucked up, begging for just a taste of some sort of friction provided by you. 

and who were you to deny that of him when he asked so sweetly? you lowered your head down, licking one stripe from the base to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around him.

he moaned lowly as a hand flew back to the back of your head to guide you. you turned your head to look up at him as you saw the car getting darker, thick bubbles coating the windows. the thought of someone being able to know what's going on crept into the back of your mind, but it was only an incentive to keep going. you bobbed your head up and down, taking his dick as far as you could in your throat.

“feel so good baby, you’re doing so good for me, just like that.” he grunted, hand pushing the back of your head faster now, being careful to not hurt you or make you gag.

as you sucked, you let your tongue start to graze the top of his tip, knowing it was his favorite when you did that. you knew exactly what to do to make him feel so good. you felt him shift underneath you as his hips began to buck up into your mouth, causing you to take him deeper.

lewd, wet noises took over the once music filled car as you helped him chase his orgasm. as seconds passed, you took his dick as deep as you could as his hips stuttered forward, your nose now touching his pelvis.

“fuck sweetheart, im cumming.” he groaned out, warm liquid began shooting in spurts down the back of your throat. your head now slowly bobbing to allow him to ride out his high, after a moment he began to whimper, desperately attempting to pull your head off of his overstimulated dick.

you sat up as you looked over at him, his cheeks were beat read and his hair was all sorts of messed up now. you locked eyes with him as you licked your lips, gathering all remnants of him off your lips. he pulled his pants up and fixed himself before turning back to you.

“that was fucking inc-” he tried to speak as the car jolted to a stop, reaching the outside of the car wash just in time. 

“mhm.” you agreed, you didn't know what he was going to say, but you could imagine. a small smirk appeared on your face.

he shifted the car back into drive as his foot pressed the gas, his hand reaching over to rest on your inner thigh. heat still radiating from your soaking wet pussy, aching to be touched. “it's been a long day, how about we head home and i can help you out, darling.” he spoke, turning to catch your face turn red yet again as he sped the car up, racing to your shared home.

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[t-tomuras]

Best friends older brother Choso finding you in the kitchen getting a glass of water in the middle of the night in nothing but your underwear and his oversized knit sweater you thought you stole from Yuuji (bc what younger sibling doesn’t take the eldest’s clothes) to sleep in. Staying the night because it was ‘already so late’ and that they’ll give you a ride to uni in the morning.

Catching you standing on your tiptoes to reach a glass cup in the cupboard stored too tall this time around and he gets a nice view of the cheeky pair you wear and his throat goes dry.

Already feeling like a fuckin creep for how he feels about you, the lewd thoughts he lets pass because he knows it’s natural at the very least. Your his little brothers best friend, basically family at this point with how often you visit and spend time with Yuuji. Never gone so far as to needing to lock himself away in the guest bathroom to stroke his hard cock to the scene that plays in his minds eye.

Of him being the kind man you know him as and reaching the cup for you. Fingers brushing over yours, pelvis pressing you into the rounded edge of the counter top while one hand grips firmly at your hip. Thinks of how maybe you’ll make that cute little gasp that always happens when you’re startled or surprised the moment you feel him against you.

Will you look up at him with those pleading eyes that every man in this house is weak to? So willing to give you everything you want even if you don’t really ask for it? Would you want him the way he wants you? Long lashes fluttering closed when Choso uses the hand at your hip to grind the fat of your ass against his rigid length.

He thinks of how maybe you’ll lean forward until your forearms rest against the countertop, standing on your tiptoes again so he could feel more of you through his baggy joggers and the thin cotton covering your warm slit.

Fuck it’s gotta be tighter than the grip of his fist right now. He’d want to go slower than the quick and frenzied pace he has now, the one that causes the rest of his body to warm and a light sheen of sweat to collect on the nap of his neck and temple. Biting his lip hard to keep from groaning and altering you to his presence in the bathroom.

Imagining your sweet calls of his name, breathy sighs laced with pleasure. You’d sound so cute he knows it, you already sound so sinful when you say his name in innocent situations.

“Choso Choso Choso” fuck you’d probably pitch when he’d rut his hips to nudge at your clit after pushing the band of his sleepwear down and your panties to the side. Slick clicking because he knows he can make you feel good, he already takes care of you as much as he can. Or fuck if you let him slip inside and feel that divine heat like he imagines now. Fevered ruts nearly lifting you off your feet because he’ll have to angle himself to take you comfortably. He’s sick from the thought of a sweet keen of “chos-oh” at the feel of him. What he can do for you.

So close, almost there. Just a little more.

Before you knock at the door, and you sound just as innocent as you always do. As the fantasy that plays in his head does before it shatters but still he pumps his cock in his fist, “Choso? That you? Everything okay?”

Fuck, no? Everything’s not okay because you’re so close. Just outside the door, within arms reach, and his sacs already tightening with the need to cum. He’s almost there he can’t fucking stop now even with you standing outside.

“Yeah,” it’s a husk through grit teeth, panting breath and he’s almost there. Close close close fuck.

“Are you sure? You sound like you’re sick..” You’re so sweet, do you know that? So caring always, he knows it. His younger brother keeps good people. A talent for it obviously when he found you, when he brought you to him. The way you smile, the way you shine, everything. He’s euphoric, he’s painting his tight fist in pearly ropes with a relieved sigh to the thought of you.

Head lolling back against the door behind him as his hips stutter through the pleasure Choso knows pales in comparison to what you could offer. But it’s relief for now.

Collecting himself to tuck away his spent cock and open the faucet for the sound of running water to fill the space and hopefully put you at ease.

“Yeah, I’m alright, just fine,” he’d say perfect but that’d only be if he could be with you