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kissforyouu · 8 months

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97 / jjk

pairing : jungkook x reader

genre : smut , fluff

warning : back riding 🤭 , missionary , NAILS digging into his back , rough sex , masturbation , he watches her , switch!reader , switch!jk , name calling , p*ssy spanking

a/n : BACKKK!! hai :) this was kinda rushed but i hope u liked it 😭😭

unedited.

You want him so bad.

Your eyes stare at him, your boyfriend — God, your amazing hot boyfriend whom you love so so much — who was making himself a cup of coffee. Jungkook was shirtless and only in a pair of sweatpants. He knows that this type of outfit makes you go crazy, and that's exactly what you're feeling right now.

You doubt he did it on purpose though, he's usually shirtless at home and plus, he's been very busy lately. Very busy as in barely finding time for you busy. True, you did find it annoying, very annoying. But you also understood what he's currently going through.

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you watch your boyfriend place a small kiss on your temple before going back to your shared room. He was currently working on a few work matters and busy of course.

You form a pout, staring at the pathway leading to your shared room as your nails tapped on the cushion on the sofa. Your train of thoughts end up on how Jungkook's big broad back looked. His shoulders wide, back muscles and biceps stretching whenever he moved his upper body. Jungkook had a muscular body, everyone knew that, but oh god his back and arms made you want to salivate.

Please you just want to claw your nails onto his back while he ruins your cunt rough.

Without even realising, you had been scratching the sofa with your nails, your mind imagining it's his back. Your thighs were obviously pressed onto eachother, trying to reduce the feeling of the small heat forming between them. Please not now, Jungkook's working!!!! You think.

Your eyes wonder around the room, trying to stop yourself from just getting up and fleeing to your room to beg Jungkook to take time off of work and spend it on you instead. But the pool between your legs just continues to grow.

You give up. You're up on your feet now, making your way to your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open, you see your boyfriend laying on his chest with his computer on the bed. He was shirtless and his back was fully exposed, giving you a perfect opportunity to just go sit on it.

His eyes shift to you, an immediate smile forming on his lips.

You walk inside the room, getting on the bed as you land a big fat kiss on his cheek. Jungkook giggles in return, his adorable bunny smile showing. You continue pecking his cheek over and over again, having a giggling man next to you in return. You move forward to press a few kisses on his temple, hand flying to grasp his hair so you could turn his head to wherever you wanted.

"Hmm? Want something?" Jungkook asks. He knew what was up.

"You." Bold.

Jungkook chuckles, his tongue wetting his lower lip. You look at the exposed mole under his lips as you place a small peck on it.

"Please. I want you."

"Mhm? That bad?"

"Yes, that bad."

"I'm working, baby."

You immediately groan, your shoulders falling down to the bed. But that was until you got an idea.

"No, you don't have to do anything."

"What do you mean?"

"Want to try something new."

Jungkook raises his brow, looking at you, waiting for you to tell him what it was. But you never say anything back, instead sitting up on the bed as you climb over to sit on his back.

"Baby—"

"Shhh."

You run your fingers through his hair a few times, knowing how much is soothes him. He hums, eyes closing to relax onto his touch.

You look at the mirror in front of you, looking at the way his arms flex as he is supporting his body up by his arms. Fuck, your boyfriend is so hot.

You twirl a strand of his hair, leaning down to press a kiss on the nape of his neck. You trail your kisses down his spine, feeling the heat in between your legs pool even more. You sit back on his back, feeling your clit land directly on his back. You feel your pussy clench around literally nothing. Fuck.

Jungkook stays silent watching everything you're doing through the mirror.

You get off of him for a moment to take your shorts off to be left with only your baby blue lace panties.

Jungkook bites his lower lip, eyes glued to the evident wet patch on your panties.

"Fuck, did I make you that wet, baby?" He groans.

"Yes, you did"

You sit back on his back with a small giggle, hands caressing his shoulder blades as you slowly start to circle your clit on his back.

Jungkook feels it, immediately letting out a groan. He looks surprised, but he should know better, you always liked to surprise him.

"Shit, this was what was on your pretty little head? My dirty slut."

"Mmhm"

Your pace was slow, you were taking your time with him. Slow, sensual and teasing. Jungkook's eyes were glued to your body through the mirror. Your breasts were squished in your tight little tube top, bouncing everytime your body slightly moved.

"It feels good..." you sigh, fingers running through Jungkook's hair as your clothed pussy continued to gently grind against your boyfriend's back.

Jungkook's eyes never left your body. He felt dumbfounded. It was so hot, you were so fucking hot and he could not get enough of you. You were bold and you always knew your needs. And you always made sure you had your way one or another. He loved that about you.

"Shit..." you circle your hips on a specific spot, your middle finger slipping inside your soaked panties to touch yourself. You press onto your nub, arching your back so that your crotch is laying fully on his back.

Jungkook's jaw drops at the sight, eyes wide.

"Baby, you're gonna make me go crazy" He breaths out.

Letting out a low chuckle, you jokingly punch the top of his head lightly.

"Don't you have work to do, hmm?"

Before he could answer you, you start circling your middle finger on your nub, slightly tugging onto the skin of your lower lip.

"Ah, fuck."

To Jungkook, your moans sounded angelic. It was his favourite thing to hear, ever. He could literally just get off to the sound of only your moans, he's even confessed that before.

He hums, gulping down his saliva down his throat.

You pull your fingers out, covered in your arousal, you guide them upto his lips. Jungkook happily wraps his lips around your fingers, taking in the taste of your arousal. He devours it, tongue swirling around your fingers to make sure he's gulped down every drop.

Fuck, you swear the sight just made you even wetter.

"You're so good for me, Kook"

He releases your fingers with a pop as you retrieve them back.

Jungkook groans back, already missing the feeling of you in his mouth.

You lean forward to pamper his face with a few more kisses, your hands massaging his shoulders.

Without a warning, Jungkook suddenly flips you over so that your back is pressed onto the bed with his body hovering over you.

You quite literally moan at the sight. He was so big. Big, everywhere. Jungkook's broad shoulders tower over you, his muscular arms caging you between his thighs.

"Pretty..." He murmers, fingers twirling one of your curls around.

"Hm?" You hum.

You spread your legs wide for him to see the clear wet patch on your panties, your clit aching to be touched. Jungkook meanwhile loved every second of your desperate little attitude. He took in everything. The way your hair laid sprawled on the bed, a few curls here and there on your shoulders, your top halfway riled down with almost all of your breasts spilling out and panties oh so obviously drenched.

He bites his lower lip as he looks at the small pout forming on your lips. Jungkook coos, lifting your chin up with his fingers as his hand immediately wraps around your throat. He chokes you, not too hard but definitely hard enough to let you gain pleasure from it.

You let out a small groan, focusing on the tightening feel on your throat. And before you expected it, Jungkook's hand lands a small spank on your pussy. Then another, another, another, another and another. Each spank make you want another more, and honestly, you just wanted him to touch you. You didn't care where but as long as he had his hands on you, you were content with it.

Your breath hitches once you feel him slide your soaked panties to the side, exposing your sweet pussy to the cold air. Jungkook grins, fingers coming in contact with your folds to spread your arousal around.

You whimper, watching him just play with your cunt. He touches you the way he likes. He makes sure to take his time with you, teasingly rubbing you here and there but never fastening his pace nor trying to get you to come.

It's torture in a way, but you didn't care, just needed him to touch you.

His fingers almost enter you. Ane oh god, he's driving you crazy.

Jungkook pulls his fingers away from you heat to lick them clean as he also releases your throat. He spits on palm to land his palm right on top of your glistening pussy to smear it all around again.

Shit. He made you beyond horny.

You run your fingers up and down his chest and torso in the meantime, eyes fixed on his hard boner. Jungkook's hands leave your body for a moment, causing you to whine at the loss - but he gets back to you asap with his cock now sprung out, standing tall and hard.

The sight just made you salivate even more.

You were so ready to sit up and just gobble his cock down, but Jungkook clearly had other plans as he pushes back you back on the bed with a chuckle the moment you sit up on the bed to take his cock into your hands.

"You're so impatient and needy, ____"

You groan - annoyed - but also sort of embarrassed at him pushing you back. It shows how much power he has over you, mentally and physically.

He grabs hold of both your legs and hoists them up, pulling you a bit closer to his body so that your thighs meet his.

Jungkook looks so good like this in this position. Hovering over you, your lower body pressed onto his, cock sprung out and leaking with pre cum.

The corner of his lips curl into a smirk, his hand grabbing his cock to jerk himself a little. You watch him attentively, jaw fallen down which makes Jungkook let out a small snortle.

You both were so so whipped for eachother.

Jungkook sighs at the pleasure, feeling himself harden even more. He passes his thumb over the leaking head, smearing his pre cum around. He gives himself a final pump, letting his cock go with a sigh.

You wait for him to touch you again, patiently, eyes showing eagerness. Jungkook guides his cock to your entrance, making sure to tease you even more by guiding the head of his cock everywhere but your entrance.

You still stay silent, not minding the teasing at all. Again, you just wanted him to touch you. That itself was enough. You really were that needy.

Once Jungkook finally decides to cut the act and push himself in. You gasp, feeling his length in you, stretching your walls out a bit. Fuck, it felt so good, and he wasn't even fully inside yet.

You close your eyes, letting Jungkook take full control over you. His hands caress your ass cheeks, softly pushing himself inside. He's been inside you way too many times, but you never adjust to his size. He's not too big, but he's big enough for you and oh god if he got any bigger than this, you would quite literally split in half.

Once he's fully in, he taps your hips, asking whether you want him to start thrusting inside.

You groan, hand on your tummy.

"Fuck, just fuck me!"

Jungkook laughs, immediately starting to move his hips. His thrusts start animalistic from the start, fucking me with no mercy. He doesn't give me time to get used to his thrusts, but continues to fuck me for his own pleasure. I liked it so much.

He maintained his phase, hands holding your legs apart to make sure they don't close. Your hair was a mess and your arms were thrown over your head, lips in between your teeth as you let Jungkook take full control in fucking you.

Your body was his to love, touch, fuck.

The sounds you made weren't the screaming type of loud, but they certainly weren't inaudible either. It was perfect.

You whine as Jungkook lean down to burry his face in your neck. This way, he can find a better angle and also it was comfortable for him.

"Ah! Ah!" Your moans and the sound of skin slapping echoes through the room. Your nails were digging onto Jungkook's back, scratching it whenever he hits that one spot.

You were so sure that there were marks left by now. You expect to see scratches all over Jungkook's back after. He enjoyed it as well. He enjoyed looking at the marks caused by your nails on his back.

"Kook, you're fucking me so good, baby! Don't stop, don't stop—"

You moan out loud, nails digging onto his muscles more.

"Yeah? Right here?" He circles his hips around this specific spot that made you clench around him repeatedly.

You let out a long moan, eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck! Kook, I'm cumming..!"

Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, moaning with you once he feels your cum coating his cock.

He continues to slam into your pussy, a white string of cum attaching your pussy and the tip of his cock once he pulls out. Jungkook moans at the sight of your swollen pussy, completely ruined and red, glistening with your cum.

Without wasting another second, his hand jerks himself off and spills his load all over your stomach, some even landing on your breast.

His cock hangs low, softening by seconds while you and him catch your breaths.

Jungkook's hair was sticking onto his forehead, his body golden - glistening with sweat.

He huffs, touching his hair to make sure they're parted. Jungkook leans down to place a little kiss on your lips, another, then another.

"Satisfied?"

"Yes."

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starkeyisthelastname · 4 months

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shower sex w Rafe ?

Your muscles were already sore from the previous nights activities, making you stay under the double shower heads a little longer than usual. You were so focused on the hot water running down your back, you didn’t hear the glass door open.

“Boo.” The voice of your boyfriend said from behind you, your eyes darting open at the sudden intrusion. You placed a hand on your startled heart, turning your body to face him. He stepped under the shower head across from you, smirking like the asshole he was.

“You scared me.” You said quietly, glancing over his naked body as he got his short hair wet. He always looked good, his body so sexy. Broad shoulders, a toned stomach, muscular arms and well over 6’0. You felt your pussy getting wet at the thought of him destroying your guts again.

Rafe squinted his eyes at you, letting a small laugh out as he glanced at you. You were tiny compared to him, especially the closer he walked towards you. “Scared you, huh?” He asked, looking down at you. “That why you keep staring at my dick?” He asked.

You shook your head, looking up into cerulean eyes with your own. “Nooo..” You said cutely, trying to talk your way around it even though he had been right. His earlier laugh was nothing compared to the menacing one he let out in your face, backing you against the tile wall.

It wasn’t but 10 minutes later, Rafe had you bouncing on his dick while he held you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, loud moans echoing off the wall as he slammed you back down. “Fuck- Rafe!” You screamed, the position brutal as his cock poked your cervix.

“Can’t get enough of my dick, can you?” Rafe’s breathless groans and dirty words, making you clench down onto his length. “Such a slut for big dick.”

It amazed you how strong he was, plowing into you as he held you with his upper body. His thick girth was hitting your sweet spot over and over, which had you babbling like a cock drunk fool. You more than likely sounded ridiculous, but didn’t have a care in the world as your man’s dick was top tier.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron blurb #obx smut #obx

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billthedrake · 1 month

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(This one is a riff from an idea a reader suggested.)

SIX COORS LATER

Sean Bennett woke up a little groggy. He probably had a couple too many beers last night.

The ex-QB told himself he should be a more responsible man. His wife had just borne their third kid six months ago, fer chrissake. But Sean's job had him on the road every week during the college ball season, put up in one soulless luxury hotel room after another. He'd had an amazing run as an NFL quarterback, with some ups and downs to be sure, and now how had an enviable gig being a sports commentator for college ball. Saturday night, after the broadcast, was his chance to let loose a little.

Only Sean realized he wasn't in a hotel room. The ex-athlete's eyes adjusted to the early morning dimness. He was definitely in a bedroom. Some modern condo or apartment, sparsely decorated. A dude's bedroom.

Just then the sportscaster hunk felt the warmth of another body scoot up next to him, placing a thickly muscled forearm over Sean's still-fit and manscaped upper body.

"Hmmmm," came the deep voice cracking in morning voice. The dude scooted up next to him as Sean tried to remembered any details about the guy but was coming up short. Even on the name. Jason? Justin? Jesse? Jackson? Fuck.

The man felt nice. Probably around Bennett's age. Late 30s with a cross-fit body. A work-hard, play-hard professional. BIG Michigan fan. A very thick uncut cock and a sexual stamina that could go multiple rounds. Funny how those details were coming back to the ex-jock so easily.

Maybe it was that hard thick shaft pressing into Sean's hips and the way the fan's hand was pawing at Sean's hard body, even if in a groggy slowness.

"Hm... you probably should go soon, bro... my girlfriend gets back in town this morning."

Sean nodded, but didn't make a move to slip out of the guy's warm bed. Hell, those powerful arms felt SO good. Bennett enjoyed a man's touch from time to time, but he rarely stayed around for the morning, for the more sobered up experience of this. Just a second longer, he thought.

Thing was, Jackson or Justin or whoever wasn't letting go. His kisses traveled up Sean's neck, finding that sensitive trigger spot right behind Bennett's ear, the one that makes the ex-athlete wanna put out. Just like he'd found it so effortlessly last night.

"Yes," Sean hissed. It was only then that he was aware of his own cock, a shank of morning wood that jerked excitedly, now awake. And Jackson's hand was drifting down those washboard abs, over the trimmed light fur to finally touch that QB bone.

"You fuckin' horndog," the guy muttered with a clear lust. Then after he kissed that spot again, he added with a louder voice, "Turn over."

The two had fucked three times the previous night, twice in one go and once waking up at 3 in the morning. But they hadn't done this position. Without ceremony Jackson was crawling on top of Sean's prostrate body, kissing along the shoulder blades and then back at the neck. Sean could feel the guy's hard, hairier muscle on his back and that thick wedge of uncut dick press into his surprisingly wet ass cleft.

The top took a second to enjoy that mounting position before he reached down to guide his fat dong into place. "God, you're still wet with my cum," he said. His voice was clearer now, fully awake.

Sean blushed. He'd been a little drunk when he agreed to come back to Jackson's place, and he wished he was drunk now. At least his hole was loosened up, fully, for this thick tool. The first time Bennett had been shafted by a large cock was a mindblowing experience, but now he got excited by girth even more than length. And Jackson brought he girth.

It was now four solid inches inside him. The hunk was clearly excited, kissing Sean some more. "Bro... I used to jack off so much thinking about doing this to you," he said.

Then, all of a sudden, the top powered the rest of that fat prick into Sean's guts.

"FUCK!" Bennett exclaimed. Not in pain but definitely uncomfortable and surprised.

"You got this, bro," Jackson urged. Sean could tell from the edge in his voice he was eager just to start fucking, and that scared the ex-QB. "You took me like a pro last night."

"Give me a sec, OK?" Bennett pleaded.

"Yeah," came the reply. But a second later, Jackson was reaching over for something. The hand came back, right to Sean's face and it was the smell that made him recognize the poppers.

"Come on, bro," came the guy's voice. Urging Sean to sniff the fumes. "I need to pound one off real bad, and I don't got a lot of time."

One of these days Sean Bennett would learn self-respect. Today, he sniffed the amyl, one nostril then the other.

The heat hit his body just at the right time. Jackson liked to fuck hard and fast, using his whole muscled body. That thick tool was plunging in and out of Sean's guts and felt INTENSE. Only now it was intense in a good way, making the ex-jock's insides buzz.

"Fuck, that cunt is so squishy, man," Jackson hissed.

Indeed, they could both hear the sloshy slick sounds of each inward thrust and Sean could feel excess cum dripping down between his legs, and over his ball sac. Just that tickling trickle made Bennett rock hard against the guy's bedsheets. The bottom didn't know how much was the amount of cum Jackson had shot inside him last night and how much was the girth of the cock forcing the load out with each shove.

"Bro... you're milking it right out of me man... Gonna milk my load right out into that hot ass of yours.... oh SHIT!"

The heaving body went rigid on top of him, and Sean knew he was getting loaded up for the fourth time in 12 hours. He knew when the poppers wore off, he'd regret this. He'd gone cold turkey actually a few years back, and even when he started fooling with guys again, he told himself it would be more of an occasional thing.

And now he felt about 210 pounds of masculine dude rest the full body weight on his stretched out body. Jackson felt heavy, but Sean didn't want the guy to break body contact not yet. That fat dong was still jerking inside him, undoubtedly still shooting some dribbles deep up in him.

Finally the guy shifted on top of him but didn't push himself off. Instead, Jackson reached around to find Bennett's tool. Still rock hard and still leaking so much he didn't need lube.

"Aw fuck!" Sean gasped as he felt the hand stroke his prick. Combined with that very stuffed, very loaded feeling, the very touch of Jackson's hand was magic.

Sean heard a soft chuckle in his ear as the top leaned forward and jerked Sean with determined strokes. The dude had a great touch, for sure.

"Come on, bro," he urged. "You wanna..."

"Yeah," Sean replied. He wanted to. He wanted to let this hot stud play him like a violin. It was the opposite of sex with his wife, when he did all the work. Now, the QB was the penetrated one, passively worked over by a man who knew what he was doing.

The pissslit stung just a second once the cum barreled out, it was that kind of orgasm.

"Nice!" Jackson hissed and kissed Sean's neck once more. "Let it out, buddy."

Sean did. Maybe because he hadn't shot load for load with Jackson's orgasms, and he was behind in the count. Maybe because he loved his mounted position more than he wanted to admit.

He'd barely had time to come down from the high of his cum when that hand withdrew and that thick dong finally retreated from his clenched asshole, but not before dragging some of that fresh deposit with it.

Sean felt a pat to his rump and felt the bed shift as Jackson slid off the bed. His host walked over and undid the bedroom curtains, letting in the dawn light.

Slowly Bennett turned on his side to get a good look. He was embarrassed to realize he could barely remember what Jackson looked like. But he was getting a good look now. About 6-foot-even, handsome more than cute, thinning brown hair, blue eyes. Back in the day, Bennett liked the thrill of fucking around with big-league athletes and coaches, then he went through a phase of being into regular guys... fans, married men, guy next door types. Jackson was in a different league, with an incredible body yet still carried himself like a regular dude.

"God, you're hot," Sean said before his mind could censor what his libido was thinking.

That made Jackson paused and turn toward the NFL star. He let out a little laugh and smiled, "Man, you're a trip," he said.

From the new angle, Sean could see that hard muscle beneath the brown body fur, rounded and ripped, and just how thick and heavy that dong was, even soft, swaying beneath a large nutsac. If this dude wanted to go for round five...

"Your girlfriend is probably on her way," Sean said instead, injecting reality as he sat up in bed. He knew he had a great body, but could see in the way Jackson's eyes swept over his form that the top was definitely starstruck himself.

"Yeah," he said with a little sadness. "Her flight lands around 7."

Sean nodded. He wasn't gonna make trouble for this dude. He slid out of bed and felt proud as Jackson just watched, staring like a wolf circling the hen house.

As Sean got dressed, his host slipped on some gym shorts and walked out to the kitchen to make some coffee.

The ex-QB knew this was gonna be one hell of a walk of shame. Still suited up from the night before. His cohost and work buddy Curt Collins ould probably razz him for going home with one of those dudes from their bar outing.

But even as the regrets were sinking in, the sex had been worth it. Sean made sure he looked presentable and that he had everything. Then he walked to find Jackson shirtless and hunky as hell, drinking his coffee and scrolling through his phone.

The guy looked up with that look again. The look of a man who'd had his bucket list fantasy satisfied in the biggest way.

"She's in an uber now," he said. "You good, man?" he asked. Maybe worried Sean was freaking out some.

"Yeah," Bennett replied. "I'm good."

It was Jackson who seemed shy now. "Well..." he started. Then he picked up a folded scrap of paper and handed it to Sean. "In case you're back in town," he added. "It's my Google number, just be discreet."

"I usually don't," Sean said, taking the paper nonetheless.

"I get it," Jackson said. "Shoot your shot, right?"

That made Sean laugh. This guy was just a normal dude. He stuffed the paper into his suit pocket.

"A final kiss at least?" Jackson asked.

Sean smiled and stepped up. The dude was a few inches shorter but their heights matched well. Their kiss was soft and surprisingly sensual.

"I taste like stale beer," Sean apologized.

"Yeah you do," Jackson said with a smile. "It's cool though. You're a good kisser. We didn't do enough last night."

They kissed again.

"Fuck!" Jackson finally hissed. Sean knew why.

"All right," the athlete said. "Take care."

Sean was in the Uber back to his hotel before he pulled out the folded paper. The handwriting was simple and masculine, more neat than a scrawl. "Matt," it read. The phone number.

So that was his name, Sean thought.

He didn't know the next time he'd be in this city. Probably once next season, though maybe his travels would bring him here again. Maybe Matt would want to come to Ft. Lauderdale, or even Miami.

Doofus, he thought to himself. What the fuck was wrong with him? Sean took another look at that piece of paper then picked up his phone.

"Hey, great to meet you. SB." was all his message said. He typed it, looked it over, and hit Send.

No reply immediately. Matt was probably showering up, or washing the sheets. Maybe the girlfriend was already home.

Instead a text came in. Collins. "Tell me you had as much fun as I did last night." Sean couldn't remember who his buddy and colleague had chatted up. Maybe one of Matt's buddies. Hell, THAT could have been Jackson. Or Jason. Whatever.

"Probably more," he typed back with a grin. "What happens in Austin stays in Austin, right?"

"Right-O," Curt typed. "They grow 'em big down here in Texas dont they buddy?"

Sean smiled. His hole ached to think of Matt's huge dong. "They sure do man."

He'd find a way, any excuse, to come back before next year. Somehow.

He slid his phone in his pocket and shut his eyes just to rest them. He'd need a major nap on the plane ride for sure.

#drakestories

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hellsburners · 10 months

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best mistake

summary: you're new york's hero: spider-man. your roommate peter is the brains behind it all and the love of your life and he doesn't even know it. pairing: tasm!peter parker x male reader word count: 1.6k warnings: unprotected s3x, blowjobs, casual hooking up. a/n: i'm back? (based on this amazing prompt)

masterlist | more peter parker

Peter hears a loud thud from his window. It was dark outside, the clock on his desk reading past midnight, the city more quiet.

He peers on the glass, a dark figure resting its head on the pane. He gently lifts the window, your body slumping on his arms, your face bruised and bloody. He carries you to the bed, your suit all tattered and dirtied. Peter runs to the bathroom to get a basin of warm water and a towel.

He takes his time to wipe the blood from your face, gently wiping it on your soft skin, and brushing your hair away from your face. His eyes wander to your face, a familiar one, a face he’s seen ever since he was a kid, but now much older.

He takes the medical kit under his bed, gently moving you so he can remove your ruined suit. His calloused skater hands brush your chest with the damp cloth, scrubbing away the dried blood crusting your wounds. He applied a salve on some of the cuts to prevent infection, the bigger gashes he stitched.

The two of you have been doing this for eight years now. You, the web-slinger, protector of the city, while Peter, the brains behind your crusade. He came up with the idea of making the web-shooters, his bio-engineer degree with your experience as a research scientist in aerophysics helped hand-in-hand in keeping the city safe.

You turned in your sleep, groaning from the pain. “Hey, easy up tiger your wounds are still fresh,” he said, helping you prop yourself up on his bed.

“How long have I passed out?” you said, noticing your suit was pulled down to your waist.

“Just a couple of minutes,” he said. “Saw you on the TV.”

“Yeah, that Electro guy short-circuited my web-shooters,”

“About that, I sketched up a new prototype that could be resistant to his attacks,” he said, gesturing at his messy table with his new creation. “I also made some tweaks on the web fluid, I increased the tensile strength so they can withstand greater velocities.”

Peter’s eyes glimmered as he talked about the new shooters. Your mouth lifted into a smile as he continued to ramble. “What do you think?” he said, “Did you even listen?”

“Yeah—increased tensile strength blah blah,” you uttered. “How’s the job hunt by the way?”

“Terrible. I did sell some pictures to the bugle,” he said. “Jameson gave me $350.”

“$350? That’s not even enough for groceries and the electricity bill.”

“Well it’s better than nothing,” he said, taking his glasses off. “I saw Gwen earlier.”

Oh. Peter’s high school ex. You diverted your gaze away from his, finding the city lights outside the window was a distraction. You felt your chest tighten, your heartbeat much louder.

For the fifteen years you’ve known Peter Parker, you’ve also fallen in love with him. The two of you have shared some casual encounters here and there but you knew it was never serious. So the idea of him meeting his greatest love made you uncomfortable.

Peter noticed the way your attention left his, your eyes hooded as you stared far away. He noticed your hand clutch on the sheets, your jaw clenched. “She got engaged recently,” your muscles relaxing. Oh, you said. “Yeah, to some rich socialite from the Upper East Side.”

“Good for her,” you whispered.

“Have you thought about something like that?”

“Marrying a rich man?” you chuckled.

“No, just marrying,” he uttered, the corner of his lips lifting north. His fingers trace your skin, drawing circles. You let him.

“Not at all. I guess I’m gonna be broke my whole life,” you try to get up, your back betraying you. You stagger for a bit, your hand finding Peter’s shoulder for stabilization. He stands as well, his large hands around your bare waist.

Your breaths were close—too close. You could feel his heat, his warm musky scent, his brown eyes set on yours. He bends his spine so he can reach your face closer, his pink lips hovering off yours.

You pull back, clearing your throat in the process. “I’m gonna go get a drink.”

“Yeah, sure,” he coughs.

You walk to the kitchen, holding onto your wounded torso. Peter’s eyes dropped to your underwear-clad ass, his cheeks blushed from the shame. Stop ogling your best friend Peter.

You find the fridge bare of any beverage, you turn your head back to see Peter staring at your ass, his face absent of any expression.

“Stop staring at my ass!” you shouted, throwing a kitchen cloth at him. “Plus, where’s all the beer.”

“I was not!” he shouted back. “And I think I drank all of it.”

You let out a sigh. You found a can of Coke on the bottom shelf of the fridge. You jumped to sit on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling off the linoleum countertop. The liquid sizzles as you chug it, the brown syrupy consistency dripping from the side of your mouth to your bare chest.

Fuck it. Peter walks to the kitchen, joining you. “If you want to seduce me you could just say it.”

“Seduce you?” you laughed. “And why would I do that?”

Your legs wrap around his waist. He takes the can from your hand, drinking the rest of it before placing it on the counter. “Because you’re like that, always making sure I can see that ass around,” he whispers to your neck.

Your head falls back from his kisses, your hands spread behind you for stability. He pulls your underwear off, your erection pointing north. He licks a strip underneath, you shudder from the sudden sensation.

He wrapped his long fingers around it, stroking it with his saliva, the only thing you could let out was a moan. He lifted you up the counter so your legs were mounted on his shoulders. He takes his digits inside his mouth, lubing it before pressing it into your hole.

“Fuck,” you moaned.

“Feel good, huh?” he said. His fingers curl up inside you, teasing your sensitive spot. Your body winces from the sensation, your legs automatically closing on his head. He strokes your erection again, simultaneously stimulating your prostate. The combined sensation made your legs weak, and your arms almost collapsing. “To be honest, you’re the only one I do this to, Spidey.”

“Liar,” you let out a groan. “I know you kicked yourself over and over for not bagging Gwen.”

His grip on your cock tightened, his fingers went deeper. “Aw, are you jealous of her?”

“You lost your virginity to me asshole,” you whimper. “I get to ride that dick, not her.”

“Ride?” he chuckles. He pulls back, his hands wet with spit. “Go at it then. Ride me.”

The two of you were in his bed now. Peter sitting on the bed as you sucked him off. His hand found your head, running it through your hair. “Fuck baby,” he moans.

Your head bobs on his tip, your tongue licking around his head as you take him in. Your free hand was stroking his length, it was long enough that it was actually difficult to take him all in your throat.

“Fuck the blowjob, just ride me please,” he whimpers.

“I was preparing it you dick,” you said. “I can’t fit all that without some lube.”

You straddle his legs, aligning his tip against your hole. Your hands find his broad shoulders for support. The two of you moan from the contact. You hole slowly taking his length in. Peter shuddered from the warmth enveloping his erection. He cursed, he could cum from this alone.

You looked beautiful, Peter thought. Your hips moving against his sex, your eyes lidded, and your mouth agape, the sweetest moans leaving your lips. It was a sight he could look at forever. He takes your faces to his lips pressing them together. You let out soft whimpers, Peter blushes from the sounds.

“It’s too fucking big,” you groan.

“You can take it, baby, please, do it for me,” Peter moans.

He was a mess, you thought. All sweaty and red. He didn’t have the enhanced stamina you had. Your hands fall on his toned abdomen, your fingers finding the ridges underneath his shirt. You moved your hips up and down his length, your brows furrowing from the amount of pressure on your behind.

Peter stroked your erection as you continued riding him. His mouth was agape as your eyes locked on each other. You pulled him to you, your arms around his head as you quickened your pace. Your hips gyrated on his cock with such swiftness Peter’s cock felt like it was being bombarded with so much stimuli he could combust into flames.

“Shit, I’m close–”

“Me too, Peter,” you moan. “Cum in me.”

“You sure?” he said. You nod against the whimpers.

Peter rocks his hips against your ass, gripping onto the mounds of flesh. Your body draws out the pleasure from him as you move your hips. He could let out curses, pleading for release. From the same beat of your movement, the two of you let out your climax, your own release covering his torso as he filled you.

You lay in bed catching your breath. “This was probably bad for your stitches,” he said, his brown hair drenched.

“Yeah, I think I tore it again,” you breathed heavily.

It was probably a mistake. For you to continue this charade with Peter. To exchange bodily pleasure knowing your heart beat only for him, but it was a mistake you were ready to commit over and over again.

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ipegchangbin · 1 year

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— sex chocolates & sub ! minho 💗

🏷️ dom!gn!reader, sub!minho, petname “pretty,” aphrodisiacs (sex chocolates), oral fixation, breast play, slight overstimulation.

minho looked up at you through heavy eyelids. he took in the view of your stunning figure from under only to be trapped in a deep kiss.

his lips and yours still have the lingering bittersweet taste of the fancy chocolates.

as his lips pressed harder against yours, his eager tongue swiped across your mouth. the kitten licks from his end prompted you to do the same. your tongues danced together, in such sync that it made your heads spin too fast, but he savored every single bit of it.

the taste of the cocoa delicacy couldn’t leave his mouth. neither could he take the wonderful aroma of the sandalwood scented candle. your touches felt fiery, as if a fever rushed through his system.

“sensitive, pretty?” you asked him.

minho blinked in rapid succession, attempting to focus, but failing miserably at the sight of your warm smile.

“oh, i feel sensitive too,” you giggled, giving him goosebumps.

it’s true, every single little sense in your system suddenly felt ten times worse. the fabric of his shirt felt too much but he started salivating at the feeling of your skin against his. it was difficult for him to describe, but you understood: he could tell by the deep gasps escaping your throat that you enjoyed the feeling of his body writhing under you. you enjoyed the sounds he was making too, moans that he could not be aware of due to his fixation on pleasure.

but too many words are too boring to describe how fucking amazing you both felt.

you undid his shirt faster than ever. he took your top off too, throwing it aggressively on the floor before lifting your hips to help you out of your pants. he took his off, too, but immediately succumbed to his hazy headspace the moment you held his waist.

“pretty boy’s getting eager.” you traced your fingers up his sides, watching him arch his back until his bare chest was up against yours. “gonna put this beautiful body to use, yeah pretty?”

“mhmm,” minho practically whined. begging through hushed exhales and watery eyes, he lowered his head to stare at your chest.

the idea that popped in his head caused him to blush so much that his cheeks were hot. it didn’t help that your hands trailed down his muscles, the underside of his chest, and his broad shoulders — he didn’t realize that he was mirroring the movements on you.

“kiss please?” he begged, so you kissed him. “another?” he asked, so you answered. he didn’t seem satisfied even if he was reeling in the taste of your luscious lips mixed with the bitter aftertaste of the sweets. he drooled mindlessly as he continued to stare at your upper torso.

minho traced an index finger from your neck down to your chest. “can…i…suck, please?”

that alone nearly drove you insane, but you kept it together.

and like any sane person, you wordlessly traced a finger from his chest up to his neck, before holding him by the nape and shoving his head right onto your nipple.

he immediately latched his lips onto you. it almost felt like instinct, especially with his arms soon wrapping around your upper half in a desperate attempt to support you and himself.

silently thanking you, he flicked your nipples with his tongue, dragged kisses around each nipple and even going across your chest. he left love bite after love bite on the surrounding skin, whining every time you chuckled at the sensation.

“pretty, that’s enough.”

you ruffled his hair and then pulled, making him look up at you, showing the mess he made with pink plump lips and an endlessly salivating tongue. you pulled his head up all the way to kiss his open mouth, tasting everything, never minding how your teeth clashed sometimes.

the second your mouth pulled away, though, he chased it, only to be held back by your hand on his scalp. he pouted.

“can’t i return the favor?”

minho nodded but hesitated slightly. he really wanted it, but he wanted to feel something more.

“aw, my pretty boy always wants something in his mouth.” two of your fingers made its way up to tap his lips. the featherlight touch felt like a thousand kisses from heaven.

“how about you suck on these while i taste you?”

without a second thought, minho opened his mouth and circled his tongue around your fingers. he started sucking, kissing, and playing with your digits as you did the same to his chest. you bit down more harshly than he did, the red marks on your skin looking like nothing compared to the purple near-bruises on his. he felt tempted to bite down too, but he restricted himself with a delicious, soothingly sweet moan.

at this point, minho was leaking, his bare cock thumping angrily against your thigh. the feeling alone made him want to release, but he held it in anticipation. it didn’t matter if you denied the orgasm or abused him until his limit, he wouldn’t mind. he couldn’t care less about his own dick.

he cared more about your lips on his.

“fuck, y/n, so fucking good,” his shaky voice vibrated against your fingers and sent tingles down your spine. “i’m gonna cum, please, help me—”

he came all over your lower half, jutting his hips up against your thighs that sat on his lap. you bit on his left nipple, prompting him to release every single drop.

after the entire scene, he still felt sensitive. minho wanted more, so did you, but everything was overwhelming. dizzy, he continued to suck on your neck as you both calmed down.

“what’s sweeter, me or the chocolates?”

minho popped his mouth off your skin to face you. his mind was purely hazed by now, all offered for you to use. his eyes were filled with lust and hunger, a romance that was laced with a dark and bitter flavor that you’ve never seen before.

he wanted you to take the bites, though: savor him well and eat him whole.

“you’re…sweeter than the chocolates.”

#sub!skz #skz smut #sub!minho #sub!lee know #dom!reader #releasing vault stuff for filler content because i am SO not ready to post fics yet #💬 z is writimg #q; this is scheduled

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21wanderer · 6 months

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Final Goal

Body a day - #30: Pecs

The final entry in @max-the-many's challenge.

“Paul? Why?” those were Lucas’s last words before he collapsed on the floor, his hand still pressed against his throat, his gaze becoming vacant. I chuckle, “you really haven’t figured out yet? I’m not Paul,” I pinch my cheek and pull, making my face distort grotesquely as Paul’s face detaches from my own underneath. I let go and Paul’s face snaps back in place, restoring my disguise. There’s a brief expression of soul-crushing horror on Lucas’s face, but then it disappears as the sparks in his eyes fade.

“Paul was a really nice disguise, as was your other friend, Stefan, but they were just the means to an end,” I say gloatingly to the unconscious hunk on the floor, kneeling to stay level with him, “you were always my final goal!”

There’s no response, Lucas seems to be well on his way in the conversion, soon he’ll be ready to wear.

“All it took was a couple of bodysuits to get close to you, your friends will become part of my collection, but you – you are the crown jewel.”

I begin to undress, taking off Paul’s bike leathers, his undersuit and the rest of his motorcycle equipment.

I place my hands on Paul’s forehead and begin to push it backwards, causing his mouth to expand for my own head to poke through it. Feeling the air on my original face feels strange and weirdly unfamiliar, but I’m not staying like this for long, once I’m inside Lucas, I’ll never take him off again.

Slowly I squeeze out of Paul’s skin, struggling to get my body out of his. It isn’t exactly a graceful transition as I clumsily pull out of Lucas’s biker friend, then again nobody is going to know.

I let go of Paul’s skin, letting it collapse on the floor as I eye up my new possession: Lucas Wilson.

He’s ready. I lift up the hollowed-out skinsuit, that used to be Lucas. I was aroused and excited with making this my new permanent body, but I wanted to savour the moment. I strip Lucas, pulling off his clothes piece by piece, placing them in a neat little pile, smelling them as I remove them – it’s a musk, I can’t wait to make my own.

Stripped naked like myself, I admire Lucas’s beautiful and sculpted body, those gorgeous muscles, especially those pecs. And they are all mine!

I carry the Lucas-suit into his bedroom, technically it’s my bedroom now – almost. I place it on the bed, even when deflated and visibly hollow, this body still looks amazing.

I run my fingers gently across his impressive chest, his defined abs, (they aren’t exactly rock-hard, but they will be, once I’m inside,) his well-endowed… his thick thighs and calves. I also run my fingers down his massive arms, from his broad shoulders, to his toned biceps and triceps and big hands. Finally I run my fingers across his angelic, handsome face, distorted by the lack of a skull, but still beautiful. I’m insatiable and feel like I’m about to burst with excitement, I can’t delay this any further.

I grab Lucas and stretching his mouth wide open, I begin to slither in. It’s always such an indescribably arousing feeling to pull on a bodysuit. It’s warm, smooth and squishy inside, and I slid my feet in like I had done a few times before taking my time to get the toes in. I pull Lucas up around my legs, his muscular legs now back to life. I slip his ass over mine and I slip my own meat into his; and like pulling it on like a condom, it springs to life, perfectly reflecting how aroused I am.

I pull Lucas’s mouth further up my torso, making my flat and featureless stomach disappear, and be replace with Lucas’s sculpted abs. I keep pulling, so that I can get the pecs almost in place, then I plunge my hands into Lucas’s impressive arms. Stretching out Lucas’s mouth wide enough to pass my shoulders, I finally get the upper torso into place. Running Lucas’s finger across my wide shoulders, muscular arms and perfect pecs, I smile to myself, before I flex hard, the muscles respond flawlessly. They are ready to serve their new master. I look at my reflection, seeing my face one final time, I must admit, that this pristine body suits me, but I want it all. I then stretch Lucas’s mouth one final time to stretch it over my head, then I let go with a snap. It’s dark for a moment, but I soon open my eyes and see the room again through new eyes.

The second-to-last thing I have to do is to push Lucas’s facial features into place. Staring insatiably as my handsome features fall into place, the facial massage has done it’s trick, I pull a few faces, it’s perfect. “Looking good, Lucas, looking really good,” I say to the stud in the mirror with my new voice.

I rub my new pecs, I’ve dreamt of rubbing hands my hands all over them since I first saw them on Lucas’s social media, and now they’re all mine! I twist the nipples, each placed on a big slab of muscle. My muscles!

Finally I inject myself with another syringe, I am making this process irreversible. I am Lucas, now and forever. I have never tried this injection before, but it feels like I’m bubbling inside, binding with my new skin, I can feel my senses sharpen and I feel ‘more real’ than ever.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I laugh, a fiendish laughter expressing my sheer delight of my accomplishment. I rub my nether regions, not able to contain myself any longer and a chill rushes through me, down my spine as I climax satisfyingly. Not bothering to clean up the stains right now, and done with what would only be the first of many sessions of self-gratification, I walk out of the bedroom, where I left the Paul-bodysuit. I smirk to myself, then I grab Paul’s motorcycle leathers, the ones I arrived in, and begin pulling them on my naked body. I’m now bigger and stronger than Paul, so the suit is going to get tested to see if it can contain my new muscular frame. I had no reason to worry, the suit is a perfect fit. It looks even better on Lucas me, than on Paul. Lucas doesn’t have a lot of motorcycle gear, but I’ll make sure to change that, in the hallway I find Lucas’s own motorcycle boots and gloves, well, my motorcycle boots and gloves, both several sizes bigger than what I wore before, but now they fit perfectly on my feet and hands. Riding a motorcycle as Paul was incredible, but going as Lucas is going to be many times better, but it’s going to have to be a short ride for now, there’s so much else I have to do - to put this new body to the test. Pecs and everything!

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mitsuyeaah · 1 year

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work my magic.

— shuji hanma x gn! reader

cw: fluff (i think), sexual tension??

a/n: his hands inspired me to write this oops

“what are you up to, doll?” shuji plopped beside you on the couch. you were mindlessly stretching your upper body here and there, a dull pain making its way throughout your back and shoulders from sitting too long all afternoon. “nothing much… my shoulders and back feel so stiff from all that sitting.” you groaned, turning your body to your boyfriend and slung an arm over his stomach.

an office job was fine for the most part but you didn’t fancy how you sat on your chair and in front of a computer for hours on end, causing your muscles to stiffen up.

shuji let out a soft sigh and ‘tsked’, “i keep telling you to take 5 minute breaks and walk around the office for a bit. your back is always hurting.” he looked down at you with his golden eyes, a hint of concern washing over his face.

before you could say anything, your boyfriend sat up and turned to face you, “okay, lie on your stomach.” he instructed, earning a curious expression from you. you lifted a brow at his strange request, “why?”

he sighed playfully rolled his eyes, “just trust me.” there was a slight glint of enthusiasm in his eyes. despite being suspicious, nonetheless, you got on your stomach as shuji stood up from the couch to give you some space to settle down.

you placed a pillow underneath your chest, hugging it as you waited for him to do whatever he wanted to do.

“i’ve been watching these massaging youtube videos because you’re always complaining about your sore body.” he spoke from behind you, sitting back down on the couch to straddle your legs.

your chest warmed at the thought of shuji going out of his way to learn how to properly massage because of your sore muscles, “you did it for me?” you piped up, head slightly craning back to look at him.

“no, i did it for me.” he replied flatly, earning a slight chuckle from you. “i’m kidding. now, let me work my magic. it’s not as good as professionals but i’ll try my best.” shuji leaned forward, placing his palms on your upper back.

“its okay, as long as it’s your hands, i know it’s going to be good.” you mumbled against the pillow, closing your eyes at his hands working through your back.

that sentence shouldn’t have affected shuji more than it did.

shuji mainly focused on your upper back and shoulders, kneading through the tight muscles there, earning a loud groan from you, “that feels so good.” his hands were big enough to cover much of the areas he needed to focus on and it worked wonders.

the way he used shorter, circular strokes with the right amount of pressure had your eyes almost rolling back, you could also feel your muscles loosening under his touch. his hands felt so good that you just had to let out a sound.

shuji slightly stiffened at the sound you made but continued working on your back, brushing off the weird feeling he was getting. he swallowed thickly, there was no way he was about to be turned on from this.

“ah, right there! it feels good there.” you let out a moan as his hands curled around your shoulders, pressing on them while placing some of his weight down on you. “right here?” shuji whispered, placing his hands on where your shoulders met your neck.

“mhm, ah, that’s it, shuji.” you moaned in content as he applied pressure on that certain spot. his throat bobbed at the sounds that came out of you, ears reddening at your praise. this was supposed to be nothing but an innocent massage but why is he getting worked up?

he continued massaging your taut muscles as you let out sighs of content and occasional praises here and there at how amazing his hands felt. shuji’s mind raced, different kinds of thoughts clouded his mind.

fuck, he was turned on.

“you know… these hands can make you feel good somewhere else.” he broke the silence, his voice dropping down an octave lower as his hands slowly made it’s way down.

if you weren’t pinned down on your stomach right now, you would’ve smacked him already, playfully, of course.

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artificial-transmutations · 9 months

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Transformation Letter: Aster

Hello I'm Aster I'm a 26 year old Omega male that's 5'9 and on the heavier side, but I want to do something special for my boyfriend Moris who's a 21 year old Alpha male that's 6'1 and pretty skinny. I want to surprise Moris hoping you can help us get more into our roles as a 5'4 slender Omega and a 6'7 Alpha Daddy. Hope you can help me with this surprise. Oh and for physical description Aster is 5'9 large male with black medium length hair in half ponytail and Moris is 6'1 skinny male with long black hair pulled back into ponytail.

How sweet! You want to deepen your relationship with your sweatheart! Let's see how that goes.

What a pleasant surprise would that be if it really works! Sure, your boyfriend Moris has all the right mindset for being an Alpha, and while the two of you try to act out this fantasy in the bedroom a lot, his skinny build doesn't really fit his behavior.

So, without him knowing, you have sent that letter and hope that whoever is behind this Transformation Letter initiative can improve that aspect of your relationship.

It is your anniversary, some weeks later and you have come to the conclusion that, probably, the whole thing has been a scam. However, as you are preparing dinner for Moris, you suddenly feel a strange sense of vertigo. Looking down on the stove you notice that it seems to be somewhat farther away than before.

What is going on?! Is everything getting smaller or...? No! You are getting taller! But this is wrong! If anything, you wanted to get smaller, as it is fitting for your Omega role.

Still, the growth persists. You are slowly getting taller, centimeter by centimeter. As you look down on yourself, your clothes reveal that this is not the only change by far. Your clean and youthful skin matures before your very eyes, with more and more small black hairs breaking through.

Your somewhat heavy belly, however, seems to shrink away. No, that's not right. It doesn't *shrink* so much as it *redistributes* itself. Some of the fat is becoming muscle, while other layers stay fat but slowly flow from the singular point of your unfit belly all over your body.

You roll your shoulders. Your shirt is quickly getting uncomfortable. Not only is it not long enough to cover your upper body anymore, but it is also not wide enough to have room for your expanding shoulders and chest. With some difficulties, you discard the clothes, only to be amazed by what you find underneath: You are gaining a toned and well-built six-pack and pecs, both covered by a padding of fat and a layer of hair!

It is hard to tell, but you feel like your legs are changing as well. The skin has taken on a slightly darker shade, and your thighs and calves become more muscular.

Meanwhile, a nice coating of black body hair has spread all over your chest, shoulders, and arms. As you feel your face, it has also changed considerably. You are growing a thick, bushy beard that feels surprisingly soft to the touch.

With the changes to your face, it seems like the last thing that is happening to your head is a change in perspective. Why should Moris have all the fun being the Alpha Daddy? You feel new urges erupting in your mind that are hard to suppress: Your libido goes through the roof, and with it, a dominant side in you that you never knew awakes, like a wild animal, unable to be put back to sleep again.

The transformation continues, and suddenly, the front of your jeans explodes, as your cock and balls grow into an impressive piece of manhood. Your underwear doesn't even survive the process and disintegrates, leaving you naked and exposed in your new body.

You quickly get out of your jeans, mainly because it is getting really painful and marvel at the sight of your new cock and balls: It is a big, veiny, and uncut monster that hangs heavily between your legs, and your balls are two round, heavy orbs that are covered in the same dark and coarse hair as the rest of your body.

Finally, you seem to have reached a size that feels appropriate to you and a harness forms over your massive chest, and you begin to realize that the transformation is finished. Your fat cock is half-hard (as it will be more or less constantly from now on) and is dripping with precum. You can't wait for Moris to come home. Even though it isn't what you had in mind, you can hardly wait to dominate his twink ass that he surely has by now.

As if on cue, the apartment door opens. However, instead of Moris as you knew him or Moris as you expected him to be (a small and slender Omega, which is what you originally wanted to become yourself), you see an equally built giant of a man.

The two of you look at each other for a moment. It is not only that this man Moris has become is as big as you. He is also just as hairy, just as mature, and just as muscular. His hair color is just as black dotted with silver as yours. In fact, Moris is now a splitting mirror image of yourself. BOTH of you have become a huge hairy muscle daddy, with the dominant mind to go along with!

The moment is broken and the two of you begin to make out heavily, your fat cocks rubbing together in anticipation. It looks like you are going to need to find some Omega bitch boy to play with!

#TransformationLetter #male transformation #muscle transformation

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billthedrake · 7 months

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BIRD IN THE HAND (PART FOUR)

Paul Ricciardi didn't cook but he was used to clean up duty at his house. So it was natural to offer now. It had been weird, in a good way, to see his little brother come out and have his first real relationship, at 48. John was clearly head over heels for Cole, and even over dinner they'd trade glances in a honeymoon kind of way.

Paul was happy for John, but damnit even seeing that 20-something hottie made him pine for some hot guy-on-guy sex. It was an itch he hadn't scratched the last seven months. Maybe it was for the best, but Paul hadn't been exaggerating when he'd told John seven months ago that no one could live up to Cole's hotness. The FBI deputy director had gone through withdrawals from being cut off from Cole Walker's ass. He was still going through them.

"Let me get this, Paul," John said as he walked into the kitchen with the empty beer glasses and picking up a spare dish towel and slinging it over his meaty shoulder. John always had the more jacked body, but lately, it was like he'd gone hog wild with his workouts. His little bro was the opposite of little - not overly musclebound but definitely big all over.

"Nah, man," Paul objected. "I told ya, I got this."

John smirked, and Paul thought it was just because his brother was playing some etiquette game. But the younger agent leaned in and whispered, "Bro... Cole's back in the bedroom right now... if you're interested."

Paul gulped. His immediate reaction was to think it was a trap. "Come on, John," he objected, but already his face was flushing read.

John held his brother's gaze steady and gave a friendly nod. "Seriously, Paul, the stud's craving some Head Honcho time."

"Head Honcho?" Paul asked with a surprised chuckle.

John flashed a grin. "His nickname for you, bro." He patted Paul's shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze. "He's in total heat tonight. If you're not gonna go fuck him, I will."

Paul felt hot and his throat felt tight. "No, no... I wanna," came the reply out of his mouth. He took one more good look at his brother's face. He didn't want to mess their relationship up, but he also didn't want to pass on what was being offered. "If you give the OK, John."

"Have at it, Tiger... trust me," he said. Already he was starting the water in the sink and rinsing the dishes.

Paul didn't rush back to the bedroom, but he walked briskly, already unbuttoning his button-down shirt. As he rounded the corner he could see the kid... 24 now and still collegiate and youthful. Amazing ex-soccer body that had only been honed by steady gym time since his Georgetown days, a classic bubble ass that had to be half genetics and half dedicated work.

Cole Walker clearly knew what drew the Ricciardi brothers to him like a moth to flame.

"Hey," the jocky dude said dreamily as he stretched face down on the bed and looked back. Cole's voice was alluringly deep.

God, it was almost like the seven months had never happened and Paul was boning up for a quickie. But if anything the FBI man wanted the kid more badly now. He untucked his shirt and undid his belt. "I take it you're OK with this, too."

Cole nodded. "John and I have talked a lot about it. We want this," Cole replied. "I want this." He turned to face forward and slightly arched his back before hiking that round, smooth muscular ass up.

Goddamn, Paul's throat went dry. Hurriedly he stripped the rest of his clothes off and climbed up onto the bed, on top of Cole's taut, fit shorter body. The kid felt warm and the skin of his younger muscle felt dry against Paul's hairy chest. The law man kissed excitedly along Cole's strong neck and pawed at the hottie's arms and upper body.

This was all the foreplay the kid was gonna get though. The lube was out already and Paul helped himself. A seven month dry spell - at least outside of his marriage - was about to end.

"God fucking damn," he growled as he pressed inside that warm, snug ass. Cole was still tight but the kid took Paul's fat tool more readily than before in. John had broken the younger stud in, and that idea excited Paul. He barreled his tool all the way in.

"Fuck yeah," Cole hissed. "Fuck me, sir."

Paul did just that, with a few hard, deep shoves before working up to a faster fuck. "YOu missed Daddy's cock, boy?" His hips were working extra hard to pile drive the kid, making up for lost time.

Cole shook his head no. "John's my Daddy now. You're Uncle Paul."

Jesus, fuck, the kid was pervy, more than Paul ever dreamed. "Christ," he muttered, but mostly his reaction was to go wild on Cole's ass. Heavy, full-body thrusts in and out. A fuck that made the mattress bounce in time. Cole loved it but the whimpers were on the cusp of pleas to stop. They only made the lawman fuck harder.

"UNNNF!" Paul hissed as he came, all too soon. He'd probably lasted two minutes inside Cole's hole. He paused and caught his breath before he pulled out. His prick felt slimy wet and instinctively he knew he'd blown a double-heavy load just then. He patted Cole's perfect, alabaster-pale rump and slid off to the side. "Um, you cum, buddy?" he asked. He'd never been concerned about Cole Walker's orgasms before, but he knew the kid would get off on the hard sex and what he'd just delivered had ranked up there for a pile driving fuck.

Cole turned on his side, his ripped, taut body twisting for Paul's still hungry gaze. That ex-jock bone was still rigid. "Nah, Uncle Paul... but that's cool. I'm hoping your brother finishes me off."

"Damn," Paul hissed. He was used to being the in-charge one, but he realized he was over his head here. He placed his hand behind Cole's neck, taking a second to sink into those eyes and take in that cute face. And like that, Paul was kissing him. Maybe it was against the ground rules, but John hadn't actually set any. He'd just sent Paul back to the bedroom.

And Cole was getting into the kiss too. Half of it was the kid hadn't gotten off, but it was a slow affectionate kiss. He had a smile when they finally broke it.

"You should have your brother give you some lessons," Cole said, matter of factly. "He's a really good kisser."

"You guys planned this," Paul observed.

Cole shrugged. "If we hadn't, you would have tried to fuck me anyway."

The words stung Paul, but he realized Cole was right. And he realized Cole wasn't offended. They kissed again. The hottie's fist was wrapped around the lawman's fat cock, which was rock hard again. Slowly stroking as they made out.

"Why don't you go get John?" Cole said at last.

Paul got off the bed and started to pick up his clothes. "Come on, Uncle Paul... Daddy knows you've fucked me. No need to be shy."

Jesus, this kid...

In for a pound, thought Ricciardi as he dropped his underwear and padded into the hall in his birthday suit. He felt a lot self conscious walking into the living area of the condo, naked and with a good shank of hardon. But John didn't bat an eye other than to flash a grin.

"The kid's ready for ya," Paul announced. Then, "you weren't kidding about him being in heat."

John's chest puffed some as he stood up. He clearly had a thick boner in his jeans. "You glad you took me up on the offer, Paul?"

His big brother nodded dumbly. "Like you wouldn't believe. And I'm gonna go for seconds unless you guys say no."

"Not gonna happen," John smirked. He stepped up to his naked older brother. The man he'd looked up to for year, the man whose success still inspired him and fed some healthy sibling rivalry.

Both Ricciardi men were nervous but it was like they new this was inevitable. Paul's hands gripped John's waist and he gently pulled him close. There was a soft growl from both as their lips connected and their mouths opened. Then, toe to toe, they stood, French kissing for the first time.

"That was fucking nice," Paul Ricciardi grunted as they broke off.

"It was," John admitted. "Glad you went it it brother."

The incest was intense but surprisingly didn't freak Paul out. "Cole says you should give me kissing lessons."

John laughed. For all that he strived to be Paul Ricciardi in bed, it was always good to be reminded of the areas where he had the edge over his big brother. "I can do that," he smirked. "In the meatime, please tell me you're gonna join us."

Paul gulped and nodded. That hot feeling and dry throat were coming back now. "I'm gonna join you guys."

Paul saw the excited look in Cole's face as he got back onto the bed. He didn't want to freak John out but he claimed another kiss of the hottie while his brother stripped down, less impatiently than he had before. Maybe Paul would have to learn some sexual control from his little brother too.

Maybe that kiss went on too long because John was now kissing up the other side.

"Oh FUCK guys," Cole whimpered now that Paul's mouth had moved to his neck. Clearly he was living out a major fantasy, and the dual foreplay was as hot as the fucking. Almost.

It was John's turn to claim a kiss, his body now flexing and showing some more intense sexual excitement. Maybe he wasn't completely patient.

"He treat ya good buddy?" John finally asked in a whisper.

"So good, Daddy," Cole muttered.

Paul looked up, watching at close quarters this intimate conversation. It was almost like he wasn't there but some hired escort who'd done his job and left.

John grinned into his younger boyfriend's face. Yes, the 24 year age gap was tough to navigate. They still got the cold shoulder from some family and friends because of it. But here, here in their shared master bed, it felt right. "What did you decide on the rubber, buddy?" His voice got tight as he asked.

Cole blushed red and seemed shy as he looked over at Paul. "Uncle Paul felt so good, Daddy... I just let him in raw."

John nodded excitedly, like he was expecting that answer. "Gonna let Daddy have a taste?"

Cole turned back to his boyfriend. "Yes sir," he replied.

Deep down, Paul knew what was happening and knew what was going to happen. But he watched, transfixed and immobile as John kissed his way down that taut chest and those six pack abs, around the kid's groin, before nudging Cole to lift his legs up.

"Oh DAMN!" the FBI man hissed as his little brother started rimming Cole's recently fucked hole. Lube and cum notwithstanding. And John wasn't hesitant, he really began rimming excitedly and munching at Cole's tender pucker.

"Push it out, buddy," John finally urged. "Push it out for Daddy."

Cole got a concerted look on his face but it was only from the enthusiastic moans coming from John that let Paul know his brother was tasting his cum.

John was like a man on a mission as his jacked agent body climbed up hurriedly to meet Cole's kiss. As they reconnected and began snowballing Paul Ricciardi's load, John kicked the ex-jock's legs apart and began fucking, wildly.

The kid was beside himself, clinging to John's strong, heaving body and having his deep anal orgasm as they shared their cummy kiss.

Only then did John pull up, his head now a few inches from Cole's face as he kept fucking. "I know it's tough buddy, but Daddy needs to get off still... you gonna be my brave little man for Daddy? Gonna hang in there?"

Paul had intended for a round two, but unable to resist tugging at his boner, watching this scene tripped his wires. Another load spurted out. And once it happened, Paul committed to stroking out the orgasm, most of the cum landing on his own chest and belly as he watched.

His dick was still oozing as John entered his own orgasm. He gave a few deep, wordless cries and a few hard pounding thrusts. Then his body clenched still and unloaded, and John kissed Cole tightly.

The couple finally had a softer peck before John turned to Paul.

"Love ya, too, brother."

"Goddamn, John," Paul hissed as he moved to kiss his kid brother, who was now well in his middle age, like Paul.

Cole was waiting patiently for his own Paul Ricciardi make out time. The seasoned law enforcement man obliged.

The three alternated for a few minutes, until Cole slipped off to go shower.

"He's something else, isn't he?" John said, his chest still rising and falling with heavy breaths as he looked over at his naked brother. For all they'd shared this was something special.

Paul looked at John, unable to resist admiring how goddamn handsome and hunky the other Ricciardi was. "John, what the hell just happened?" he asked.

John scooted in, reaching over to pull Paul's waist toward him. For all that had just gone down, this felt as intimate and naughty as any of it. "Paul, I thought you were the smart one in the family. I'm pretty sure you know."

Paul shook his head. "I guess I'm 'Uncle Paul' from now on out, huh?"

John smirked. He loved feeling Paul's hairy bulk against his own sweaty, muscular body that was covered with some of Cole's recent seed. "You have a say in the matter," John clarified. "But the kid would be thrilled."

Paul smirked. "In that case, 'Uncle Paul' it is," he muttered, bringing in his mouth closer to John's. "Now... how bout those lessons you promised.?"

THE END

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Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 6

Bow Chicka Bow Bow

Lucifer teases you throughout the day before giving you what you asked for.

Smut

Your eyes lit up as you rushed forward, your arms wrapping around his form and nestling your head against his chest, “That’s amazing!”

He chuckled as he rested his hands on your back, “I know! I’ve been dying to tell you but I wanted to keep it a surprise until my room was done.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

You peered up at him, “ That’s what you and Charlie have been talking about? And to think, Alastor tried to get me to make a deal with him for that!” You laughed.

Lucifer stiffened and pulled you away from him, his hands gripping your shoulders as his yellow eyes bore into you, “he tried to do what.”

“He tried to get me to make a deal with him in exchange for what you had been talking about. When I declined he warned me about the friendships I was making,” you explained. You hadn’t told anyone else this as you were a little embarrassed at how badly you wanted to know their secret. As you spoke Lucifer’s eyes sharpened. You gulped. Were you not supposed to say that?

“Oh that piece of shit,” He growled and started off to the door, practically flying off the bed. “I’ll show that radio creep who he’s fucking with.”

You jolted after him, grabbing his hand, “Woah, Dear, it’s okay!” Look, you and Alastor didn’t get along that well but you didn’t want him dead!

He tried to yank his hand away but you held firm. He was clearly holding back as he could have easily thrown you to the other side of Hell, “No it isn’t! He tried to steal my lover’s soul! That isn’t something he gets to do and get away with!”

Your mind pushed away what he was saying. You had more important things to deal with right now, like stopping this father from destroying one of his daughter’s friends. You were tempted to let go of his hand and let him go forward with his plan but the image of Charlie’s distraught face flashed in your mind and your grip tightened.

You looked at him sternly, “how are you going to explain killing him to Charlie?”

He paused, whatever he was going to say dying in his throat. You continued, “yeah sure, he tried to take my soul but Charlie believes in redemption. Do you really think killing him would do any good?”

Lucifer was quiet for a while before he sighed, his muscles relaxing as he no longer fought your grip. You tugged him towards you, dragging him into a hug. He returned the hug, grumbling something about “that stupid fucking deer” . You softly chuckled as you gently kissed his cheek. As the two of you stood, rocking slightly in each other's embrace, it finally clicked what he had said.

Lover.

He called you his lover .

Your cheeks heated as you thought about it more. Yeah, the two of you made out and were lovey dovey with each other but he considered the two of you as lovers. You had hoped he would but you never wanted to bring it up, you were too scared he’d laugh at you. You knew he would never do that but that didn’t stop your fear from festering inside you.

“Lover?” You whispered to him, holding him tighter.

“Mhm,” he hummed proudly. He titled his head to make eye contact with you, faint hunger sparkled in his eyes as his eyes began trailing down your face.

Your heart picked up speed and Lucifer grinned, he could hear and feel as your heart pounded in your chest. One of his hands held the back of your head as he moved his mouth to the crook of your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, heat blooming throughout your body. You could feel his lips turn up in a smile as his tongue slid out and began gently tracing your collarbone. You moved your hand to your mouth as Lucifer moved you against the wall, his tongue continuing to explore your upper torso.

Once Lucifer got his fill he began to press gentle, hungry kisses along your neck, your eyes rolled with pleasure. Your free hand gripped the back of his vest and his kisses turned to biting. He nestled his head against your neck, biting down harder than previously. You sharply inhaled as he sucked on your skin, his teeth still buried in your neck as the two of you slid down against the wall and landed on the floor. Your hands clawed at his clothes back, you could feel Lucifer smile against you.

He pulled back, licking his lips as he looked at you. You were breathless as you panted, your mind fuzzy. He smirked at you and wiped his mouth of any saliva that had fallen down his chin. He eyed you with half-lidded eyes as he.. Stood up?

Lucifer rested his hands on his hips as he looked down at you, puffing out his chest slightly. “Well, it seems like it is time for bed,” he said nonchalantly, looking at his non-existent watch.

You stared at him, shocked. No way he was going to leave you like this. “Wh- what? You’re.. Going to bed?” You stammered. You were a mess on the floor, your heart still pounding in your ears.

He shrugged, “Yeah, why not?” He said, his yellow eyes staring smugly at you.

You sputtered out some noises that were supposed to be words but nothing made sense. He leaned over and moved his hand under your chin, making you look at him.

“Don’t worry, Darling. We will continue this tomorrow,” he said with a sharp smile. He kissed your head softly, “Goodnight, dear. Rest well, you’ll need it.”

You practically melted into the floor as he let go and walked over to the door. He grabbed the handle, the door creaking as it opened. Lucifer gave you one final grin as he walked out, the door clicking behind him.

You barely slept last night, despite being warned. How were you supposed to sleep after that? He can’t just make you a mess, desperate for more, and then leave you!

Well, you guess he can, considering that is exactly what he did. All you did last night was shake with anticipation and desire, your mind wide awake even as you tried to fall asleep. It was futile, though, as you knew you already were fully awake and had no chance of falling asleep. When your alarm clock rang you were quick to turn it off. You both did and didn’t want it to be morning.

On one hand, you really wanted to see what Lucifer had planned. On the other, you had barely slept and you had a feeling the fallen angel was going to destroy you. You sighed and rubbed your tired eyes as you slung your legs over the side of the bed. You pushed yourself off the bed and walked over to your bathroom. You felt pretty good today, other than being sleep deprived and you were tired of feeling useless, no more off days.

You showered, the warm water waking you up, and brushed your teeth. You looked at yourself in the mirror and flexed your wings. Your torn wing looked better than it did yesterday, in a few more days you’d be able to fly. Maybe you could get flying lessons from Lucifer. Once you were dry enough you tugged on your clean uniform and walked out your room.

You covered your mouth as you yawned, walking into the kitchen bumping into Lucifer.

“Shit!” You exclaimed before apologizing, “Sorry, didn’t see you there.”

“Ha ha,” He dryly laughed, “haven’t heard that one before.”

“That’s not- I didn’t-” You stammered before giving up, “Why are you in here?”

“I’m here to help you!” He smiled. He was still not wearing his overcoat with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his dark forearms that laid underneath. His hat was also missing which allowed his slicked back blonde hair to be seen.

“What?”

“I didn’t think it was that hard of a concept to grasp,” he teased. “I’m here to help you make breakfast.”

“No no, I got that,” You roll your eyes playfully. “I meant, why are you helping me? This is my job, I can handle it.”

“Oh, I’m well aware, I’ve tasted your cooking before.” He responded with a grin, “I’m just making sure you don’t get too tired! I don’t want you exhausted before tonight.”

Your face felt like the surface of the Sun as you just merely nodded. Words were not working for you. You walked over to this week’s schedule. Seems this morning you were making a relatively easy breakfast; waffles topped with blueberries, strawberries and whipped cream with a side of chocolate scones and bacon. Easy enough.

“Alright, well, if you’re helping me this morning can you start on the bacon?” You asked as you reached for the all-purpose flour and salt.

He nodded and grabbed the bacon out of the fridge, setting the package on the counter next to the stove. Lucifer bent down and grabbed a frying pan from one of the lower cabinets before straightening his back and setting it atop a burner. You turned away and grabbed the other ingredients for the waffles and you could hear the pieces of pork begin to sizzle against the hot pan.

Eventually you had the batter and poured a small portion of it into a waffle iron. Lucifer had finished the bacon and you asked him to start on the scones, and he agreed. While the first waffle cooked you went to the fridge and grabbed the berries before running them under the faucet. The light on the waffle maker flashed green and you set the berries down and carefully placed the first waffle onto a plate you had set next to it.

You continued to make the waffles and Lucifer grabbed the cocoa powder, baking powder and other needed ingredients for the scones. You watched as he combined the dry ingredients before adding the butter. It was mesmerizing to watch him work around the kitchen. You may have been the hotel chef, but damn. The efficiency and grace of this man made you almost not notice the flashing green light. You mumbled an “oh shit” before plating another waffle.

The two of you finished up breakfast fairly quickly since there were two of you and Lucifer helped you set the table. You set out the plates and glasses as he neatly placed the utensils. Once everything was set up you leaned out the dining room doors.

“Breakfast!” You called. You could hear the conversations quiet down and grow once more, this time accompanied by the echoing of footsteps.

As the group got closer you could make out their conversation.

“I’m starved!” You heard Angel complain.

“Would ya’ quit your whining? You’re about to eat,” Husk said in his usual gruff tone, a small smile forming on his lips.

You held open the door for them as they entered, flashing them a smile. Charlie was towards the back of the group. She stopped next to you, her eyes were glossy like she was about to start crying. You closed the door to the dining room so you could talk to her.

“Are you-” You were cut off as she hugged you, sniffling.

She pulled away and wiped her eyes, “I’m just- I’m just so happy to have extra help around here. I know I have the other helping but you came to me and offered . And, it just means so much to me.” She gave you another quick hug.

You smiled warmly at her, patting her back, “I’m glad you’ve allowed me to help you achieve your dream.”

Charlie shifted in your embrace, sniffling once more, “What if- What if this doesn’t work?”

You pulled her away and held her shoulders gently, “Charlie, you have worked so hard on this hotel, there is no way it won’t work!”

She opens her mouth to say something but you cut her off, “And even if it doesn’t, even if Heaven doesn’t allow sinners to be redeemed, it will still make Hell a better place. And I am so proud of you.”

As you spoke her eyes welled with tears once more and embraced you for the third time. Ever since you started dating Lucifer, you felt way closer to Charlie, as if she were your child as well. Of course, you’d never force her to view you that way. You hoped you weren’t making Charlie uncomfortable or making her feel like you were wrecking their already broken family more. But by the way she confided in you and how we reacted to your help, you figured things would be alright.

You gave her a quick squeeze before letting her go and opening the doors. Everyone else was eating, except Lucifer, who had been quietly looking for you. He found your eyes and then looked at Charlie, who was wiping away her tears once more as she sat down. Lucifer walked up to you.

“Is everything alright?” Lucifer asked, worry coating his every word.

You nodded, “She was thanking me for working here.”

His eyes now held pride as he smiled, “That’s my girl.” He turned to look over at her, admiration and joy flowed over every inch of his being.

The pride Lucifer held for his daughter was adorable. He was so proud of her, even if he was bad at showing it. You set a hand on one of his shoulders, smiling at him. He placed one of his own hands on yours, squeezing your hand as he continued to watch his daughter and her friends chat over breakfast.

The rest of the day went by uneventfully. Well, it was other than the teasing Lucifer did to you. As you were cleaning the dishes from breakfast he came up behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. He’d kiss your neck softly, mumbling words you couldn’t quite understand into your skin and when you’d ask him to repeat what he said he'd just grin at you, saying something like “you’ll find out later.” Which, while hot, would be quite ominous if you didn’t have a general idea of what he was going to do.

You couldn’t think about it for long, otherwise you’d turn into mush and wouldn’t be able to perform your job. Your face basically never stopped burning as the day progressed. You avoided everyone, especially Angel. He’d know exactly what was up if he took one good look at you. You were never lonely, though, as Lucifer would be right there, smiling at you.

At one point the two of you were in your room, sitting on your bed. You quietly hoped and wished he’d hurry up and do what he said he would. However, any time you hinted at it, he’d look at you and feign ignorance and then laugh as you’d get flustered.

“I know it’s hard for you to wait, my darling,” he’d coo, placing a hand on your cheek as he grinned. “After dinner, wouldn’t want anyone to hear.”

Finally, after hours of waiting, dinner came and went without any problems. Once everyone finished up and you said your goodnights as they walked out the door. You closed the dining room doors, your entire body heating up as Lucifer smirked knowingly at you. You felt his gaze on you as you did your best to clean up in a quick manner. You just wanted to be done as fast as possible, you wanted to be out of the kitchen. Worst part was Lucifer didn’t even help, he just watched as he leaned against the wall, his smug grin never wavering.

You’d never cleaned the kitchen faster than you had that night. Once the plates and glasses were in the correct cabinets and the utensils in their drawers, Lucifer walked over and tugged you through a portal. The place was unfamiliar as you looked around. There was a lavish bed, a small table on either side. A few shelves lined the wall, various ducks occupying them. There was also a workbench against one of the walls, a family portrait of Lucifer, Charlie and who you assumed to be Charlie’s mother hung above it. There was a window on the other side, you had to be in the hotel still as you could see the city from a nearby window.

“Welcome to my room,” Lucifer said, answering your question.

Ah, that explained the ducks and photo. You were snapped back into reality as Lucifer pressed you against the wall. He nibbled on your neck before moving his head up.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered, his eyes sincere and they locked onto yours.

You nodded, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He wasted no further time as he pressed his lips against yours, your tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. His clawed hands began to unbutton your uniform and it was clear it was taking a lot in him to not tear it off of you. He eventually got it off, leaving your chest exposed to him. He broke away from the kiss and picked you up, laying you on his plush, comfortable bed. He grinned down at you as he stood at the end of the bed. His fingers trailed down your chest and to your waist, his claws tugging at the waistband of your pants. Lucifer gingerly unzipped your pants before pulling them off of you along with your underwear, grinning down at what laid before him.

With a swift motion he was shirtless, revealing his thin form that was faintly muscular. He crawled on top of you, his eyes hungry as he locked eyes with you. As his hips neared yours, you could feel the bulge of his pants grow and you couldn’t help yourself from thrusting your hips upwards against it. Lucifer sharply inhaled before lowering his mouth against your chest, running his tongue along every crevice he could reach, memorizing how each and every part of you tasted.

Your eyes rolled back and you bucked your hips against his once more. Lucifer chuckled as he lifted his head from his exploration, “So needy..”

You melted from his words and he continued exploring. His tongue retreated back into his mouth and was replaced by his teeth as they pierced your skin and you couldn’t stop the moan from escaping your mouth. Your noises only fed into his hunger for you as he traveled back up your body, leaving a trail of bites in his wake. Your fingers dug into his back as he continued.

Lucifer pulled away from your body, peering down and smiling at his artwork. His eyes flicked back up to you as he slowly began to unzip his own pants. Your eyes darted back and forth to his hand and his eyes until he was finally fully revealed.

Lucifer grabbed your waist firmly as he lined himself up before thrusting in harshly. You screamed his name as he pounded you into his mattress. He was hitting every pleasurable spot inside you and you were mush in his hands as he went in and out. The bed rocked with each powerful thrust Lucifer’s hips did against yours. You could feel yourself near climax already.

He continued to fuck you into oblivion, soft grunts and moans escaping his lips, which only aided in pushing you over the edge as your muscles tensed and finished. But Lucifer wasn’t done as he continued to rock the bed with you, his pace quickening randomly to break the rhythm he had going to catch you off guard. His name was all you could say in between moans and screams of pleasure. It wasn’t long until you neared a second climax as Lucifer’s movements became desperate. He thrusted quicker and with each sound of skin against skin you drew nearer. Lucifer let out a loud moan as warmth bloomed in your stomach as the two of you finished.

Lucifer looked at you lovingly as he panted. Sweat coated both of your bodies as Lucifer carefully pulled out. Lucifer leaned forward carefully, kissing you gently on the lips before he retreated to the bathroom. You caught your breath and you could hear water start running as Lucifer started the bath. While his exhaustion had weakened him, his weak state was well strong enough to carry you to the bathroom, in which he gently set you in the warm water. He slid into the tub as well and sat next to you as one of his arms wrapped around you.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence in the bath, the warm water easing your muscles and washing off the sweat. Lucifer clung to your side, never once moving without somehow touching you. As the water peacefully lapped at the side of the tub, you rested your head on Lucifer’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

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Hercules x (fem) reader

Author’s note: Er… I noticed the phones the god had and thought of Hercules tattoos..🫨🫢 so now y/n has a modern phone in ancient times.

“Did it hurt?”

Tattoos.

Hercules had returned to Thebes, his hometown, completing his twelve labors, after some years had passed with a red fire like tattoo that went from across his torso from his right shoulder to the lower left side of his abdomen.

“Not for me, I have a high tolerance to pain.”

Smiling Hercules gladly showed his tattoo to his childhood crush as she slowly made her way over to the now tall and muscular who was known as one time as Alcides feeling his muscles and getting a close up of his tattoo.

“Well, I think they look…”

Between the muscles, the red hair, with the design of the tattoo (Name) couldn’t help but smile and fangirl inside. Hercules could pick up on the fact that she liked his supposed make over and couldn’t help but blush a little as he did like the attention that stroked his tiny ego a bit.

“…Amazing. How far does the tattoo go?”

“Hm, pardon?”

Due to the excitement Hercules’ childhood crush kindly asked a personal question, that surprised Hercules at first but he quickly got over his shock and answered her question.

“The tattoo stops at my hips. However, the more labors I use the more my tattoos spread…”

Kindly lifting his lion fur kilt exposing his upper thigh making (Name) eyes widen in surprise, eyes not taking off Hercules well toned thigh as he pointed to his upper thigh.

“…I think it stops here. I think. I’m not sure.”

“Hmm… interesting-“

“Hey! If you two are going to be doing that get a room!”

Both Heracles and (Name) kindly jumped a bit at hearing a voice unexpectedly and even worse at recognizing it to be Castor. From behind a tree, a sly smile and pretending to cover his eyes knowing full well the two weren’t doing anything naughty.

But it did look like it from Castor’s point of view.

“We weren’t doing anything! I was just showing (Name) my tattoos.”

The nervous tone in Heracles’ voice made Castor all the more convinced Heracles was shy about being caught. Add in the fact, that (Name) also stuttered over her words just made Castor all the more convinced the two could have been one step from something.

Maybe.

“Nothing goes better together than tattoos and muscles.”

- Unknown.

“How did you do that?”

“I think it was this-Ah!”

A few weeks later, Heracles returned to (Name) back in Thebes to show her a strange device. A device that seemingly captured moments, a cellular phone in modern times. After pressing the screen and capturing Heracles looking at the device in a confused manner the two were surprised.

“Oh, look. That’s me.”

Going from confused to a bright smile Heracles looked at himself on the screen with (Name) also smiling as well. Thinking to herself how wonderful it was to capture moments.

“Okay! Stand right there and pose.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah, yeah. Right there.”

Before long the two were taking pictures all over Thebes, most were relaxed and fun pictures. Some were sneaky pictures of Heracles muscles and tattoos.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day, why wouldn’t one capture the loveliness of Heracles smile , muscles and tattoos. While (Name) thought she was sneaky taking the pictures Heracles was aware she was taking pictures and of course made sure to pose when she asked him to do so.

Weeks later.

“It went thru? Oh, Hello (Name)! I can see you!”

“You can?! I can see you too!”

A sweet moment as the two were able to see each other thru two way communication, using the same device Heracles gave her weeks ago. The two talked back and forth, catching up what happened to the in the following.

Ares would catch Hercules sometimes talking on the phone with a smile on his face while seemingly vacuuming the wall, Ares was beyond confused until he realized that Hercules was talking to his crush…

Which seemed to happen a lot.

Hercules vacuuming the wall one day, or the ceiling,walking around his home, changing a completely fine light bulb.

Completely normal.

“You changed your wallpaper again?”

“I did. Isn’t she pretty?”

Not one for shying away Hercules kindly showed off his new wallpaper of him and (Name). Making an “awe” sound Ares smiled at the cute photo, then once the phone received a video call from a familiar woman and wasting no time Hercules quickly snatched his phone away and began talking to the woman on the phone with a smile.

Minding his own business Ares kindly made his way to the door to leave until Ares heard (Name)’s, “What are you wearing.” Proceeded by Hercules becoming flustered as he quickly changed the video call to a phone call. Face as red as his hair Hercules kindly pushed Ares out of the room, Ares’ face was also red.

Hercules tried to come up with an excuse but Ares was able to get the message.

“She wants to see my tattoos-“

“I’ll come back in a hour?”

“An hour is fine.”

❄️Rukia-Writes❄️

#Heracles x reader #ror x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #record of ragnarok x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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Are you open about yandere prince?👉👈 If so then I have these thoughts about yandere sunshine prince got caught killing someone by their favorite knight!reader.

[Tw: Gore and Violence]

Air knocks out your chest as you fall on uneven ground. The blade at your throat is replaced by an extended hand as your attacker bellows a hearty laugh at your tempory defeat.

"I believe that counts as a point for me, Cap."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as he flexes his muscles to a crowd that wasn't even there. Being referred to as captain is still a new horizon for you. After a long string of disappearance, including the well respected and adored former captain, the storm seemed to be in the clear for now. Pain carried by all, each day was cherished in the kindgom for their loses and the reality that anyone could be next.

The first celebration since the tragedy was your anointment as captain of the royal guard. As the prince's former personal guard and a protector of the royal family since your youth, the choice was unanimous. Little did you know that your captain had written a letter of recommendation prior to his disappearance. He always knew you had the strength for the job, he just wish you had the heart. If only he could see you now.

"I suppose you're right, but you seem to be forgetting something."

"And what might that be~ Captain."

You grab the solider's hand, but instead of using it to right yourself, you pull him towards you as you drive your heel directly into his knee. You roll out of the way as he stumbles forward from the disruption in balance and pain, still holding onto his arm as he crashes to the ground beside you. You stand up and pin the limb to his back, redirecting your hand to his elbow as you shoot it upwards.

"That's a measly one to my eleven."

You press down on his arm harder.

"Ow- ow- ow- I give, I give!"

"Make that twelve."

A whistle sounds from the castle wall.

"Whooo, yeah! That's the knight I know and love!"

The crown prince hopes over the short wall separating the training grounds and the main path to the castle, half skipping and half sprinting over to you. You shield your eyes from the brightness of his smile, letting the solider go who then bows before your future king.

"Good evening, my highness."

The prince doesn't seem to notice him, throwing his arms in the air as he laughs. "That was amazing, Y/n! Let me to reward you for your efforts with a hug." He puckers his lips." Maybe a kiss too?"

"I'm good on both. Aren't you supposed to be with your guard?" If there was one person who opposed your promotion, it was the prince. In public he put on a brave face, but in private he cried and begged you not to leave him, and even went behind your back to the king with no success. From what you've heard, he's been placed with four guards already and the week had just begun. His upper lip twitches.

"You're so funny, Y/n. You are the only guard I'll need. Which is why I'm here!"

"Right. I think training is over for now." You turn to the solider. "Would you like me to get you something for your arm?"

He grins, blinking back tears as he raises his arm in triumph. "This? This is nothing. C'mon Cap, let's go one more round for all the marbles. I was this close to wiping the floor with you. I'll even buy you a drink if ya win."

"Don't get too cocky." You lightly punch his shoulder, the begins of a smile on your face. The prince's falls.

Why?

"Besides, you already owe me a dozen."

The solider winces as he holds up his injured arm. "It's an honor to be at your side, Captain."

You take it. "Likewise. I'll go get you that ice."

With a simple shake, you drop the man's hand as you march towards the castle. Time feels like a crawl for the prince as he watches your fingers part. The soldier's tighten around yours at the last second before he lets go. He sighs as you fade into the distance, mumbling to himself.

"Hate to see them go.... but love to-"

The eyes burning a hole in the back of his head cause him to hold his tongue. He corrects himself. "The captain.... they're something special aren't they?

The prince doesn't reply. He can't. The blood rushes to his head, his hands tremble. Why- Why did you do that for him? Why did you smile? In all your years together, those were rare. The light at the end of a tunnel, given out to this- worthless piece of garbage like a cheap carnival prize. You abandoned him, and now this. It hurts. It hurts so much that he can't breath.

"Your highness? If I may speak.."

"What is it."

His tone catches him off guard, but the solider continues anyway. "Do you think... Do you think I have a shot with them? I know this is inappropriate, but you've known them the longest so...."

It hurts. He's going to die.

The prince grins.

"I'll let you, if you beat me first."

You tie the rag around the solid block of ice as you exit the castle. Your light steps grow heavier as you near the wall. It not like you hated the prince. While you wouldn't admit it aloud, he was one of the first people you could truly classify as a friend. It's just that you have so much more freedom now. A permanent place on the field rather than the faux paradise he tried to build for you both. Maybe someday, when danger and fear was only an afterthought, you'd treat him to a date in the kindgom.

"Prince?"

The field is empty. Surely you haven't been gone that long that they'd up and leave you, not to mention the prince would rather die than depart from your side. You hop over the wall just as he had, the area as deserted as an actual battlefield. Looking at the ground, you find footsteps leading away from the area to a wall behind the castle. The footsteps dissipate as you follow. Switching from two pairs of feet, to one, to large streaks through the soil like someone's been dragged. Blood seeps into the trail and collects along the pebbles in the earth. You ready your blade as you near the scene; a squelch and familiar scream the kickoff for a sight even your wildest nightmares were unable to conjure.

The solider, your ally, flung across the floor, eyes vacant and pale skin dyed red. His body was covered in stab wounds, but none of them fatal. Precisely darted in odd places to avoid any arteries or important organs, as if his assailant wanted to prolong his suffering as long as possible. The contents of your stomach rise to your throat as your eyes land on his right arm. The same he used to lift you up and shake your hand in solitary. His fingers were bent and twisted in bizarre angles, a combination from being stomped on and mangled by someone's own two hands. His ring fingers is almost completely torn off.

As another stab tears through his body, your brain finally registers that his attacker is still there, on top of him. As if things couldn't get any worse - he was still alive.

"R....u"

Eyes shoot in your direction. The dagger falls to the ground followed by a quickness of breath. Ever so faint, a voice calls out.

"Y-Y/n?...."

The prince jumps off the solider, kicking away the knife like he's next on the chopping block. Like he's afraid. He sobs, curling against the wall and hugging himself as he whimpers.

"H-h-he tried to kill me, Y/n! I had to! I had to..."

The prince buries his face in his hands. You want to be him. To hold onto anyone hope of him being that same, ball of sunshine that woke up an hour before you just to be able to start the day at your side, but that look on his face. It was the same one he wore when his father caught him eating dessert before he finished his meals.

You rush forward.

"Y/n?"

Your body acts before your brain. You punch the prince square in the jaw as he reaches for you. He hits his head against the wall as you pick up the solider and sprint towards the infirmary, praying to whatever god there was that were was still time. A genuine sob bubbles in the prince's chest as you run off, but he can't help but laugh.

"Y/n.... always the hero. I would've been happy being the prince trapped away in the tower... if it meant having you."

He sticks in fingers in his mouth, swabbing the inside of his bloody cheek that his teeth tore through. He spreads the mixture of blood and saliva on his tongue, fluids he'd spill at any moment for you. Whether his or another's."

"Guess I'm the villain now... I'll play along if it means that in the end we'll be together forever."

#Knight reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere blurb #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere prince #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #yandere x darling #yandere drabble

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patheticbabie · 1 year

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Jason Todd headcanons

back again with my own jason headcanons. I'll get round to posting for others. Also requests are always open, so don't be shy.

• Jay takes in strays, especially if they're babies. He doesn't mind taking in babies, he's got really good fatherly instincts

• Everyone always makes up an excuse to come over to his place, because they don't wanna admit that they love his cooking

• Has a protective mother hen vibe. He's the mother of every friend group, especially towards Roy and Kyle

• Will always text good morning and good night, doesn't matter where he is. His day isn't complete if he doesn't send a text

• In his free time he likes to game, believe it or not he's got over 100 hours on animal crossing

• Although he's got amazing detective skills, he sucks at murder mystery games and movies

• His fave movie genre are rom coms, he even has a top 10 list with his fave movies. His all time fave is 10 things I hate about you and Romeo + Juliet

• Family game night? He's super competitive. There is no such thing as friendship and family during those nights

• He likes feeling wanted within his family, so if Cass asks him if he can accompany her to ballet lessons, or with her and Steph during shopping trips? He's dropping everything to be there

• Will never admit it, but he does love when Dick calls him little wing and he secretly loves his hugs

• Even though he constantly bullies Tim, he will always come by and give him a new cup of coffee and a snack

• If he comes across a stray puppy in the alley? Best believe he's taking the puppy home, and asking Damian to come over to help out

• Every Saturday, he likes to come over and him and Alfred will spend the day cooking new recipes, and then serving it for dinner

• Will act smug and say "yep, Alfred and I cooked this"

• He loves loves compliments. Go on inflate his ego, he deserves all the compliments

• This man is a downright flirt. You're his s/o patrolling with him or you're a villain? Best believe he'll corner you and do the hands above your head trick and lean in close enough to kiss you

• The type to jam the comms by asking the dumbest questions "what type of cheese is your fave? Because mine is parmesan? You could put that shit on anything"

• Also "who's your top 5 rom com leading ladies, and why?"

• Once Dick heard him giggle while wearing his red hood helmet, and he has never let him live since then

Jay: do you think my helmet makes my head look big?

You: is that serious question? Because the answer I'd give you isn't one you'd like

• He is petty as hell!! Eat the cookie he was saving? He'll mess up your apartment by slowly stealing one item at a time

• His fave thing to do after patrol is to snuggle up next to you, head on your chest as you play with his hair

• He loves when you have your head on his lap while he reads or watches tv

• He wears glasses when he's at home, and it's hard keeping your hands to yourself when he's wearing them

• He has a few tattoos, one on his chest with the R for Robin, and half a sleeve on his upper arm

• Has both ears pierced

• He lives for your massages, especially after taking a beating during patrol. He'll be on the bed, muscles tense as you work his shoulders while kissing his neck

• The type to text "this reminded me of you" if he's away on a mission

• As soon as he comes home from a mission, don't expect to leave the apartment, he's gonna show you how much he missed you

• Loves pet names: baby, babe, darling, sweetheart, love, princess, pretty, petal

• If he's had a hard day, always make sure you have his fave food ready, and hold him close to you

• Jason's love language is touch and words of affirmation. Sometimes he gets in his head and overthinks. Be there to remind him how important he is to you, and why he deserves to be loved

• His fave way to spend weekends is by sleeping in, or waking you up with his head between your thighs, or leaving kisses down your neck asking if you wanted a little morning workout

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine #jason todd hc #red hood headcanon #red hood imagine #jason todd x you #red hood x you #candice writes

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redriotinggg · 5 months

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Straw Hats reunion on Sabaody except SanUso are a couple and Sanji came back as a transwoman (shoutout Iva!). [read on ao3]

Usopp sees Sanji and his heart stops beating. He had imagined a million ways their reunion might go, and this was one of them, but he never thought it would ever become a reality. It's Sanji, beautiful as ever. The same but so different. Usopp looks at Sanji and is mesmerized by her shiny, long blonde hair as it cascades over her shoulders. He's enchanted by her artful makeup and the way her goatee has filled out, now complimented by some hair on her upper lip. Those lips, so full and tinted with a rouge gloss that stains the cigarette clenched between her teeth. She's got on a suit just like usual and her legs are long like usual but now she's got curvy hips and--Usopp chokes--boobs!! Sanji is so beautiful and looks so happy and Usopp cannot contain his joy or lust upon seeing her exist as her true self.

Speaking of lust, Sanji absolutely loses it when she sees Usopp. She's overwhelmed by the way Usopp is looking at her. She hadn't expected disgust from her boyfriend because he is sunshine incarnate and knew she was trans before she'd admit it to herself. But to have him look at her with such obvious pride drives her crazy. If that wasn't enough, she has to deal with the fact that the past two years have been extremely kind to Usopp. Her boyfriend is fucking hot now. He was adorable before, but now he is sexy, with his biceps and pecs and abs and back and smile and confidence and-

Sanji wakes up with a groan, squinting against the harsh sunlight. Warmth floods her chest at the sound of a familiar chuckle.

"Well, nice to see you, too."

Sanji realizes she's now lying down on the grassy deck of the Sunny. She groans again, realizing that she probably passed out--possibly from blood loss. Someone has got their arms around her, holding her up. Not just anyone. It's the object of her affection and the reason for her current state.

Sanji closes her eyes, squeezing them tight. Her body shakes as Usopp laughs.

"Oh, not so nice to see me after all?"

"More like it's too nice. If I look at you I'll definitely pass out again," Sanji admits. A moment later, she takes a chance to peek anyway. She gets an eyeful of Usopp's thick, muscled chest and shuts them again. Nope, nope! She can't handle it. She rests her head on that chest, relishing the way her whole body moves with his as he laughs again. Her wraps his arms around her and she feels safe.

"Nice to know that that part of you hasn't changed," Usopp teases. The softness of his voice as he utters his next words has Sanji's heart beating wildly in her chest. "But so much of you has changed. And I'd love to see it. Will you let me?"

"You can look at me if my eyes are closed," Sanji tries to argue.

"Yeah, but it's not the same. Please, Sanji? For me? I've waited two long years to be with you again."

Damn it all. Damn, Usopp and his sweet words. Damn, Sanji for being so weak for Usopp and double damn the sniper for being unshamed to use that fact to his advantage. Sanji loves him so much.

Using all of her courage and finding all of her self-control, Sanji opens her eyes and finds Usopp's.

Usopp's eyes have the same joyful, curious sparkle they always have and Sanji blushes as they look at her with wonder and amazement. Usopp runs his hand over her hair oh-so-gently, appreciating its feel and length. Sanji still has half of her face hidden, but now, her long bangs fall over her right eye. She is perfect in every way and Usopp doesn't know what to do with all the love pent up to bursting from inside him.

He also doesn't know what to do about the embarrassment that fills him as Sanji sits up and gazes at him just as intently. Her hands run over all the muscles he worked hard to obtain during their time away. She twirls her fingers through his long, curly hair and brushes them over his soul patch. She smiles at him and he can do nothing but smile back.

"You're so beautiful," the lovers say in unison. They laugh together, and unable to wait any longer, they finally seal their reunion with a kiss.

"Get a room!" Zoro and Nami yell from the sidelines. The navigator scoffs and the swordsman rolls his eye when they're met with two middle fingers courtesy of the couple still engaged in a lip lock.

They'll let it slide this time. It's a celebration, after all.

#sanuso #usosan #sansopp #transfem sanji #usopp #black leg sanji #god usopp #sabaody #one piece #I CARE THEM SO MUCH #i wrote this in a 15 minute frenzy I need to go lay down #red's writing #red's fic

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megalony · 8 months

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Worst Nightmare

It's taken me a lot longer than it should, but this is finally a Jonah Hauer-King imagine. It's partly based on a request so I hope everyone likes it, comments are always amazing on my Jonah fics, enjoy.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez-blog @jonesyaddiction @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @hellsdragon @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod @ceres27 @avyannadawn @noonenuts @sleepylunarwolf @coverupps @justagirlthatlovedtoread

@jonahhauer-kingg @melaninjoys @luna2034 @mystiqueprincess @fangirl-tothemax @musicistheway @wandamaximoffbae @notagreekgal28 @ellietalenfwlers

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Summary: (Y/n) is head over heels for her brother's best friend, Jonah. Who happens to be a big flirt with her. And when a pool party goes wrong, he's there to save the day, more specifically, save her.

Enjoy.

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"I don't know about this," (Y/n) rubbed her hands up and down her arms that were crossed over her chest as if for protection.

This didn't feel like such a good idea now that they were here. She wanted to go home. She wanted to turn around and head back and just leave her brother here, this was more his scene than hers anyway.

But it was as if he could sense the unease rattling through her because he slung his arm around her shoulders, reeled her into his side like he was pulling her under his wing, and smiled. Tyler wasn't letting her leave that easily, she had been invited here too and there was no reason for her to turn and leave before they had even gone inside. He wasn't letting his little sister chicken out of having a good time today.

"Come on, you'll have fun I'll make sure of it." Tyler didn't give her room to argue, he pulled her along and into the house ahead of them.

One of his friends was throwing a pool party since the day was blistering hot and the sky was as blue as the ocean it reflected. (Y/n) didn't know many of her brother's friends very well but they knew of her and always extended an invitation her way. It felt rude not to come along until she was standing on the doorstep, regretting every decision she ever made.

She let herself shrink into Tyler's side as they passed through the house towards the kitchen where most of the noise and hustle was coming from.

"Alright, I will get us something safe to drink, you wait here."

He was gone before (Y/n) could plead to tag along with him like his little shadow that all his friends knew her to be since she had been young. It was hard to get (Y/n) to do stuff on her own so Tyler always went along with her. He never used to enjoy her company until she grew up a bit more and then they started to get along much better. Now, he actually invited her out with him and enjoyed tagging along with her when she needed some support.

(Y/n) kept her nails punctured into her upper arms and her elbows pushed down into her stomach to try and relieve some of the nervous tension that started to rattle through her.

This was a bad idea. This was a-

"I was hoping you'd be here," The sultry voice that murmured into her ear made a shiver course down (Y/n)'s spine right to her toes.

She could feel goosebumps flooding over her skin when a tall, lean chest cosied up to her back and a pair of arms planted down on the counter in front of her, caging her in. She took a second to try and take a deep breath before moving. Her eyes trailed along the bare arms caged around her, following the rigid, tensed muscles and the veins popping to the surface from the heat.

Her body was slow and cautious when she turned in his arms until her back was resting uncomfortably against the counter and her eyes had something new to stare at.

His chest filled her view for a few seconds until she could find the courage to trail her gaze up further and look into those dark green eyes that haunted her in her sleep.

He looked different.

It wasn't just because all he was wearing was a pair of shorts; Jonah had been to (Y/n)'s home so many times growing up that she had seen him running round in just his pants and socks more times than she would care to admit. He looked older today. (Y/n) had seen him just a few weeks ago and she was always talking to him on the phone, they had talked only three days ago. But hearing his voice and actually seeing him were two completely different things.

He'd had his hair cut, his curls were trimmed down to short strands that were just starting to crimp up and he was starting to grow a beard. (Y/n) was so used to his boyish looks that seeing him look more his age was a startling difference. But it was something that made her chest flutter and she knew why.

"Why, have you missed me?" She could barely speak when he was this close and when he grinned and leaned closer, (Y/n) knew there was a high chance she might pass out.

"I've missed that pretty face, three weeks is a long time, honey." With his height, Jonah had to flex his arms and lean down so he was almost level with her eyes that could barely keep focus on him. He smiled curiously, watching her gaze flick from his head, down to his chin and then loop over his chest before she tried to meet his gaze again.

He knew she had a thing for the chain around his neck.

"Tyler brought me along, he didn't say you would be here,"

(Y/n) wouldn't have put up a fight if she knew Jonah was going to be here. She would go anywhere her brother asked if he told her his best friend would also be there.

Jonah was a flirt. He wasn't exactly a tease with her, at least not until recently, but he was always trying out his pick up lines on her or blowing her kisses or calling her pet names. He used to do it to wind Tyler up. Tyler didn't like his friends 'messing' with his little sister and it always annoyed him when Jonah gave (Y/n) attention and teased her.

Something inside (Y/n) told her that Jonah was doing it for her more than to wind up her brother, that deep down, he actually liked her the way she had fallen so hard and fast for him.

(Y/n) loved everything about Jonah, from his endearing personality to his flirtatious remarks and his winning smile. She loved the sound of his voice and the songs he let her listen to before anyone else. She loved the way he stuck up for his friends, and for her, and how he would do absolutely anything to make her smile.

"I turned up last minute… figured if Tyler was here, he'd bring you and then I'd get to see my best girl."

"Best girl, but not your only girl?" She didn't know what made her bold enough to try and taunt him back but the moment she did, Jonah's smile turned into a smirk.

She audibly gasped when his hands moved from the counter to grab her hips suddenly and tightly. He took two steps closer so their chests were merged together and she could feel the heat radiating off of him. Oh God, what was he doing to her? He knew what effect he had on her, he had to.

"You're the only one for me,"

His lips were hot and wet against her forehead and his fingers squeezed her hips through her shorts before his touch was gone and he added two feet of space between them. (Y/n) thought for a moment that he was playing a game with her, that he was teasing or taunting her again, but she realised he moved because Tyler was coming back.

"Mate, you made it! Brilliant," Tyler handed a glass of juice over to (Y/n) and thankfully didn't notice the slight shake in her system.

(Y/n) had never acted on her feelings for Jonah or mentioned them to him because she didn't know how Tyler would react. It wouldn't be fair for her to tell Jonah in case he didn't feel the same or they tried to date and it didn't work. It would ruin his friendship with Tyler and make things awkward and that wasn't fair.

And Jonah wouldn't do or say anything to (Y/n) yet, not until he had talked to Tyler because his best friend had warned him away from his little sister, just like he had everyone else. But Tyler never thought Jonah saw something more to (Y/n), he thought Jonah saw her as a sibling, but he saw her as something much different, much more important.

"Let's head out into the sunshine,"

(Y/n) let her brother lead them through the sea of people and towards the open patio doors but she tilted her head back when she felt a hand on her hip. All Jonah did was raise a brow and smile before his eyes darted back to look in front of them.

He was playing with fire.

Both Jonah's hands found themselves on (Y/n)'s hips and he swerved her left and right, helping her dodge people passing them by. And when they came to a stop near some chairs, he squeezed her hips before his touch was gone and he moved round to sit with Tyler.

(Y/n) sat down on one of the plastic chairs and shuffled it a bit further back, away from the water.

She kept her eyes on Jonah for a while as he sat and grabbed a bottle of beer. He spread his legs out and leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching over with his hands between his parted legs and something about his look made him seem so butch and tense and it was thrilling.

When the conversation shifted and (Y/n) zoned out of it, she looked down at what she was wearing and slung her bag from her shoulder. She had worn her swimsuit for a reason; that reason being to get a tan in the sun.

(Y/n) didn't swim, not since an incident at the beach when she was little, on holiday with Tyler and their parents. Water didn't agree with (Y/n) anymore and even a bath made her feel uneasy. The most she would do was sit on the edge of the pool and dangle her legs in the water, that was as close as (Y/n) got. But she wanted to look the part and try to fit in with everyone else who was walking around in their trunks and bathing suits.

She stood up from the chair and slowly pulled up her thin cotton shirt and placed it down on the floor beneath the chair next to her bag. She shimmied her shorts down her legs and kicked them beneath the chair but when she raised her head, she caught someone staring.

The look in Jonah's eyes was almost dark and he had stopped talking mid-sentence, tightening his hand around his beer bottle when he noticed what (Y/n) was doing.

His eyes followed her hands that pulled at her bra so it covered her cleavage a bit better. The two piece was baby blue and white stripes in vertical lines and it was small enough to show Jonah a lot more of her skin than he was used to.

He looked back in front of him at Tyler but his eyes couldn’t help but look back over at (Y/n) until he couldn’t bring it in himself to look away from her when her attire started to distract him. The swimsuit (Y/n) was wearing showed off her curves as well as her legs and the way her arms were hugging her frame showed she was shy but that only made his heart beat faster. She looked so delicate, so lovely like that.

She made the music and all the voices drown out into background static and drew in his full attention.

And there was something about the way she pulled a book out from her bag that made him grin and chuckle to himself. Of course she would want to sunbathe with a book. She wouldn't want to sit and engage everyone else in conversation or listen or dance along with the music that was blasting out. As long as the boys were close by, (Y/n) would be fine with her book in hand.

"You look lovely, by the way."

Lifting her eyes, (Y/n) let her gaze settle on Jonah who was suddenly sat in the seat next to her which he shuffled closer until their bare knees bumped together.

"Thank you," She kept her thumb pinned on her page while her other hand moved to brush her hair behind her ear. "You look handsome yourself,"

"Hm, do I indeed? So, I was thinking-"

His hand reached out to hold her knee and (Y/n) let herself sit up a bit straighter as if it would calm down her furious heart and help her concentrate. What was he pondering? What was he about to ask her? If the look in his eyes and the way he was biting down on his lower lip was anything to go by, (Y/n) guessed it would be something good.

“Jonah, come on we’re gonna do a drinks challenge then we can jump in the pool.” Tyler ticked his head to the side and waved his hand towards his friend, begging him to come and join them. (Y/n) hadn't even realised her brother had moved back near the patio until his voice broke her from her thoughts.

"I guess the thought will wait a while, honey." His eyes darted to check Tyler wasn't looking before he leaned over and pecked (Y/n)'s temple. No one else would pay any attention to the little token of affection but Tyler might. It was a good job he wasn't looking.

(Y/n) let her eyes follow Jonah for a while and she put her book down to watch him and three other guys- including Tyler- mess around with a ping pong challenge that involved downing some shots. They were going to be drunk by the end of the afternoon and (Y/n) was going to be responsible for getting her brother back home in one piece, and probably Jonah too.

When Jonah downed his first shot and sent a wink in her direction, (Y/n) finally let her gaze fall back to her book, although she wasn't in the mood for reading. All she wanted to do was think and find out what Jonah had been ready to ask her. She wanted to know what his thought had been about.

One chapter was all (Y/n) could manage to consume before she was rereading the same line over and over again and it burned into her mind making her furious. She should be able to read a book that captured her attention, but one guy was stealing her mind away from her and consuming every thought she had.

She put the book back in her bag and leaned forward in her chair, wondering what to do with herself.

Maybe it would be worth a trip into the kitchen to see what other drinks they had available here. The juice Tyler had picked was crap and diluted, and (Y/n) would be able to walk past the guys, specifically Jonah, to get to the kitchen.

She kicked off her shoes and padded around the edge of the vast pool that was frightening even to look at. There was no shallow end, just endless depths on either side verging from left to right. It was a death trap to her.

Jonah's eyes were on her the moment she moved from her chair and she could feel his gaze clinging to her every move. (Y/n) tried not to let her breathing run away without her and control the way her heart was thudding harshly in her chest the closer she got to the ping pong table. But she barely got close to Jonah before he was reaching out for her.

She thought he was going to take her hand or ruffle her hair or do some little trick to wind her up and then smile at her with that coy grin that let him get away with murder. (Y/n) wasn't expecting Jonah's arm to reel around her waist and tug her into his chest. He pulled her back into his chest and leaned his chin over her shoulder while she turned to jelly in his hands, just waiting for him to move and mould her however he wanted.

"Come here, give me some good luck."

His left arm stayed curved around her bare waist and (Y/n) swallowed down a groan when his fingertips started to graze up and down her side, tickling her. While his right hand moved to grab the ping pong ball which he bounced expertly into the cup on the opposite end of the table.

A round of cheering exploded from the people gathered round but all (Y/n) could hear was Jonah's deep chuckle in her ear and the feel of his lips hovering over her skin.

"Thank you," He murmured whilst pressing a delicate peck to the side of her head before he let her go.

She didn't want to move but it would be rude to try and stay wrapped up in his arms when people were watching and her brother was close by downing his drink. So (Y/n) nodded silently and smiled up at him before she ventured into the kitchen on wobbling legs.

What was he doing to her?

She could feel his eyes on her the moment she walked back out onto the patio with a different drink in hand, still non-alcoholic as she was driving them home later. (Y/n) smiled to herself when Jonah's gaze lingered on her and she knew if her brother wasn't looking, Jonah would have reached out towards her to touch her somewhere, somehow.

She was only a few feet away from her chair when a voice stopped her in her tracks and brought her out of her thoughts.

"Fancy a dip?"

It was Jamie, one of the guys Tyler was friends with. (Y/n) didn't know him very well but she knew enough to know that Jonah didn't like him and if he didn't like Jamie, (Y/n) was going to be very wary of him. Jonah liked everybody, he was a kind soul, a warm-hearted person that people were always magnetised to. It took a lot for Jonah to dislike someone so anyone he didn't get along with, (Y/n) took note and stayed cautious.

When he pointed to the pool behind her, (Y/n) tried to smile and shook her head. No way was she going in there.

"I'm good, thanks,"

"Waiting for J to join you?" He motioned over towards Jonah and the rest of the guys who were still messing around and joking loud enough for (Y/n) to hear their cackles of laughter. It didn't matter if Jonah was in the pool or not, she wouldn't join them. She might sit on the edge and let her legs fall in the water if Jonah beckoned her over, but that was it.

"I don't wanna swim yet," (Y/n) kept her arms close to her chest, obscuring his scrutinising gaze over her while she tried to walk past him.

"Oh come on, just a little dip with me? I'm not that bad, am I?"

A gasp flew past her lips when his hands moved out to grab her hips and he pulled her closer until the cup in her hand spilled over them both and ice cold coke fizzed and stuck to both their chests. (Y/n) dropped the cup but the plastic didn't make much of an echo against the floor with the music booming around the garden. And nobody was paying enough attention to see that she was panicked and fighting him to get off her.

His fingertips were calloused and grabby on her hips and he held her far too tight considering he barely knew her more than to just say hello to in passing. And (Y/n) could smell the beer on his breath when he leaned closer like he was either going to tell her a secret or kiss her, both of which were unappealing.

"Get off-"

"Join me for a little paddle, won't you?"

His fingertips were bruising her sides and his arms were strong, yanking her back into him when she fought to get him off. The only thing (Y/n) could think to say was 'fuck off' which she tried to shout loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear and help get the message through to Jamie. She wanted help.

Frowning, Jonah set down the drink in his hand and snapped his head to look out across the garden. He knew that distant voice, he knew that pitch and the worry that came along with it.

His skin started to pale and his body tensed when he narrowed his eyes and realised who was stood with (Y/n)- or rather grabbing at (Y/n).

Who did Jamie think he was to start grabbing her like that? What the Hell was he doing? He got far too bold when he'd had even just one drink and Jonah did not like the way he acted around any of his girl friends and Jonah hated his attitude. He was smug and rude and careless and an overall idiot, but it made Jonah's blood boil to see him anywhere near (Y/n); his girl.

"Jamie back off!" His voice boomed across the garden and caused all eyes to divert his way instead of over at (Y/n) where the problem was.

Jonah slammed his bottle down on the table so hard the plastic cups toppled and shook but he paid them no mind. His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he stormed around the table, aiming for (Y/n) but he couldn't get close enough in time. His heart stopped in his chest when he watched Jamie smirk in such a cruel, evil way with malicious intent hiding behind his eyes.

He pushed her.

His hands which had previously been grabbing at her hips and very close to pulling at her bikini switched to clench around her upper arms before he gave (Y/n) a very harsh, violent shove. He put all of his weight into his arms and forced her back so hard and fast that she had no time to do anything but scream before the water engulfed her.

"Fuck!" Jonah’s feet skidded against the tiles like the rubber screeching on a tyre as he pushed people out the way so he could bolt closer to the pool. His desperate shouts reached (Y/n)'s mind before the water was pumping through her ears and the gurgling chlorine and bubbles overwhelmed every one of her senses.

She couldn't open her eyes. The moment her feet left the floor and her body started to tilt, (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed as fast as she could and coiled her arms to her chest like she was about to fall into a coffin. Her eyes burned from the chlorine, it felt like she had cried all of her tears into the pool and her eyes were sore and broken even though they were closed as tightly as possible.

The water clawed its way up her nose and burned the back of her throat and the few bubbles that managed to get into her lungs felt like stones setting in her body. It was invading her at every possible angle, weighing her down and pulling at her like arms wrapping around her, dragging her down towards the bottom of the pool. Water loved her, it always had and it loved her so much it wanted to keep her in its depths forever.

As if a switch had gone off in her mind, (Y/n) kicked her legs out wildly and started to flap her arms like a bird in the sky. It was like trying to drive a submarine, her body wasn't going the way she wanted it to because she didn't know what she was doing. She wanted to go up but the water was saying no.

She can't swim. She can't swim.

That was the only thought Jonah could process in his mind before his arms stretched out and he dived into the pool two seconds after her.

The stark cold water shocked his system and sent his limbs shaking as his lungs froze and tensed at the sudden change in temperature. It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the chlorine and to see anything but a haze of baby blue and streaks of white. But once his eyes adjusted, he was frantic. Jonah’s arms waded through the water as his knees came up to his stomach and his eyes scanned round for (Y/n).

When his eyes landed on her he rolled forward like he was doing a flip in the water before he propelled himself down just a few more feet before he reached her. His hands hastily grabbed at her forearms that he was sure had been moving when he dived in but now they were still and motionless. He wanted to shake her but he didn't have the time.

He curved himself closer until he was pressed up behind her and he could hook his arm securely around her waist, keeping her pinned behind his elbow so they were merged together.

Once he broke through the surface of the water, Jonah tilted backwards and pulled (Y/n) up to keep her above the surface. He shook his head to rid the water from his hair, eyes and ears before his eyes darted around the pool. There was a crowd, the exact opposite of what he wanted and needed right now and he noticed the music was still playing, at least a handful of people didn't realise there was a situation going on here.

It took a second for Jonah to reach the edge of the pool and when he did, he clamped his left elbow down on the side and pushed his legs up to lift him and (Y/n) higher. He bent his wrist at an odd angle to push (Y/n) up enough to shuffle her onto the ground so he could wrench himself up and crawl on his knees to be beside her again.

Water surrounded them in a puddle that slowly started leaking back into the pool and every inch of him was cascading with water like he was a block of ice melting in the midday sun.

"(Y/n)? Come on honey. Shit!"

Jonah rubbed his thumb over (Y/n)’s cheek and nudged her chin before he growled like an animal. He shifted her so she was lying on her side facing away from him and firmly but rather roughly hit the base of his hand between her shoulder blades. Trying to force the water up and out of her lungs because it was clear she had inhaled it. She wasn’t used to being under the water and she couldn’t hold her breath for that long either.

"You gotta breathe now honey," He moved her head so her chin was tilted down onto her chest so when she did cough up the water, she didn’t swallow or choke on it again. After a quick circular rubbing motion on her back, he went back to hitting her back to try and get her breathing just as he heard Tyler begin to yell.

"What the fuck is going on?!"

A sigh of utter relief left his lips when the water started to push and splutter down (Y/n)'s lips and chin, causing Jonah to hang his head and breathe deep. His hands planted down on the concrete either side of her head and he hovered over her, not caring about the droplets of water falling down onto her. All he cared about was that she was breathing.

"Honey… hey, hey calm down. Breathe for me, deep breath in… and out, like me."

He tried to labour and slow his breaths so she could start to copy him, her chest was repeatedly convulsing and quaking as she couldn’t take in a proper breath. And he leaned his weight onto his right hand so his left hand could rub slow circles on her back to make sure her lungs were starting up properly again.

“There we go.” Jonah whispered quietly with a relieved smile on his wet lips. He slowly and gently took (Y/n)’s weight and helped her to sit up before he sat back on his heels and wiped the water off his face.

A burst of violent trembling set in (Y/n)'s body and she barely managed to move her arms out in front of her. She didn't think, she couldn't think, she couldn't do anything other than grab at Jonah's arm that had been resting on his lap. She coiled his arm into her chest and let her weight fall forward until she was leaning against his chest.

The combination of his burning skin mixed with the cold water dripping off him was an enticing mix that had (Y/n) shivering for a whole other reason. She nuzzled her face into his chest and dug her fingertips into his bicep as she felt his other arm curve around her back.

He pulled her closer and tilted his head down to press his damp lips against her wet hair that now smelt of chlorine.

"Why was she in the pool?" Tyler hit his hand out against Jonah's shoulder to gain his attention as he leaned forward on his knees, looking between his best friend and his sister. He had gone inside for two minutes to get a drink and came back outside to shouting and to find his sister had been at the bottom of the pool when she couldn't even swim.

(Y/n) could feel how her brother's question lit a spark inside Jonah, as if he had forgotten all about why she was in the pool. Too focused on diving in after her and getting her back out to remember why she was there in the first place.

"Jonah-"

She couldn't say anything and her hands that were tightly clamped down on his bicep didn't do anything to stop him from ripping away from her. His hand squeezed her hip and he pressed a rush kiss to her temple before he stood up and turned towards the cause of all of this.

Jamie. Within seconds, Jonah had his fingers dug into Jamie's shoulders and ran him backwards until he was jammed up into the fence. Splinters poked into his back and his feet barely managed to stay on the floor with the force Jonah knocked him back with and he barely had time to groan.

"You bastard," Jonah sneered the words at him and rammed him into the fence again to get his full attention. "Why would you do that to her, hm? Who gave you permission to touch her like that or shove her into the fucking pool because I sure as Hell didn't."

"It was a joke-"

"I'm not laughing. Or did you miss the part where I had to stop her from drowning?"

Jonah had never liked Jamie's sense of humour or his cynical ways and this just proved he had been right about him all along. No way was Jonah letting Jamie anywhere near (Y/n) after this little stunt. He didn't know where Jamie got the nerve or the impression that he could grab any girl he wanted and try to hurt her and throwing her in the pool meant he deserved some kind of punishment.

"What are you, her keeper? She's fine, she didn't drown."

"What I am to her is none of your concern, but what I am to you, is your worst fucking nightmare." With a swift move, Jonah brought his knee up until it rocketed into Jamie's groan and sent him down on his knees with a scream.

He would have done more, Jonah would have lifted him back up and punched him or even threw him in the pool for a taste of his own medicine. But he didn't. He stopped short when a pair of soaking wet, trembling arms wrapped around his torso and a delicate chin perched in the crook of his elbow, stopping him from leaning down to grab Jamie who was still writhing in agony.

"I'm okay, d-don't waste your energy on him, please?" (Y/n) could feel his muscles tensing and his arm twitching against her chest with the urge to lunge down and grab Jamie, but he relented and stood up straight. He would leave matters as they were, but only because she had asked him to.

Jonah turned his arm that was within (Y/n)'s grip and took one of her hands in his, holding as tight as possible while his other hand cupped the back of her head so he could kiss her temple.

When he started to walk away, (Y/n) followed at his side and kept up with his long strides while his arm stayed in her grasp.

The look on his face was furious, (Y/n) had never seen him look so dark and dangerous before. His eyes were almost black, his lips were snarling and his jaw was tightly locked. It made everyone move out of his way the moment he got close and he didn't care that he was leaving a water trail behind them, he wanted out of this whole situation.

"Jonah, it's alright-"

"No it's not!" (Y/n) stumbled back a step and froze in the corner of the empty kitchen they had been walking through. "He hurt you, that's not okay-"

"But you got me out, you stopped him,"

"You wanna know why?"

His free hand cupped her jaw, tilted her head up towards him and his lips smothered hers in less than a second. He swallowed her shocked gasp and any breath she tried to take. He devoured her lips like they were something sacred he had been searching for his entire life. She could feel his teeth nipping at her lip and his tongue pushed to explore her mouth while his fingers dug into her chin lovingly and possessively.

"That's why. I want you to be mine."

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