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daydreaming-nerd · 6 months

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You Want a Baby? (Bat Boys x Female! Reader)

Based off of multiple resquests... and by all means request more of this shit. My Ruhn asks have been kind dry. Would hate for the frat pack to run a train on the reader...

AN: You guys I spent so much time on this I hope it lives up to expectation because this is my kind of thing.

Summary: It's the perfect storm, you're ovulating, all your mates happen to be home and they all want to see you pregnant with their child.

Warnings: Double penetration, breeding kink, size kink, possessive mates, Over stim, literally so many things I'm probably forgetting

Word count: 3738

It was that time of the month, well not THAT time.

Fae periods were a bitch, that much was true. But fae ovulating? It was a whole different thing. The need to be touched, to be filled, was excruciating. Ever since I had found my mates, three of them to be exact, it was like all those sensations had been heightened. Every time I ovulated, all three of my mates couldn't be present.

The first time Rhysand was meeting with Tarquin leaving only Cassian and Azriel to fuck me senseless. The next time around it was just Azriel to keep me sated. One of the most memorable times was last year when it was just Rhys and Cassian to help. However, I patiently waited for a day when all three mates would be here to take care of me, a day I secretly hoped would be today.

I woke up this morning to an empty bed and a note that said they had all gone to Windhaven to check on the Illyrian camps. I didn’t mind their absence too much until later that afternoon when I felt my body start to sweat with need. I went to the bathroom to strip off my clothes, leaving me only in the black lingerie that Azriel had bought me for solstice last year. I couldn’t help but admire myself, running my hands down my body. It wasn’t until then that I realized what was going on, I was ovulating.

The boys were in Windhaven which meant there was a possibility that they could all be here by tonight. But with the tensions in the Illyrian camps high, I knew it was most likely a long shot. So I spent the day dancing around the townhouse in nothing but my lingerie, loving the feeling of the fresh air on my skin. As the sky got darker I realized my mates weren’t likely to come home.

I made my way upstairs to our oversized bed and tossed myself on top of the covers. I tried to sleep and push all thoughts of Rhysand’s hands, Azriel’s tongue and, Cassian’s cock from my mind. I was unsuccessful, and ended up finding myself writing all over our shared bed, begging for any kind of friction the sheets offer me. That’s how the boys found me, squirming around our bed in nothing but my lingerie.

“Well, what do we have here?” Cassian drawled, leaning against the doorway.

I sat up straight, trying to act like I wasn’t about to reach a hand down my panties just seconds ago.

“I told you both,” Azriel said smugly, walking into the room with Rhysand in tow.

“Told them what?” I ask bringing my knees to my chest in a lame attempt to cover myself.

“I told them that you were ovulating today,” Azriel smirked. “I’ve been tracking your cycle since I got left out last time,” he looked to Cass and Rhys with a death glare.

“We got back from Windhaven a few hours and decided to get a drink at Rita’s,” Rhysand explained, stalling towards where I sat on the bed. “We were talking about you.”

“You were?” I ask, sensing the seriousness in Rhysand’s voice.

“Oh yes we were little one,” Cassian laughs.

“We were talking about how amazing you would look pregnant,” Rhysand explained, his voice like liquid sex.

“R-Really?” I say, not trusting my own voice.

“Yeah,” Cassain answered, taking a step toward me. “We think we're ready for a baby.”

“Only if you’re ready though,” Rhys assured me.

My heart skipped at their words. The idea of carrying any one of their children excited me. I couldn’t lie, I had been thinking about it since my last cycle.

“What do you think, little one? Gonna let us put a baby in you tonight?” Azriel drawled, leaving a kiss on the shell of my ear.

I couldn’t even speak, all the intelligent words leaving my brain. All I could think about was how feral the fae were when trying to conceive. My legs would’ve fallen apart if it wasn’t for my arms holding them together. I nodded my head, still unable to think.

A collective growl filled the room as Azriel grabbed my arms and stood me up in the center of the room, leaving me on display for each of my mates. They closed in on me instantly and I had to crane my neck up to meet each of their gazes. Cassian’s hand slid under the strap of my bra inspecting me thoroughly.

“Which one of you bought her this little set?” Cassian said, slipping the strap of my bra off my shoulder while Rhysand worked on the opposite strap.

“I did,” Azriel said, rubbing circles into my hips as he left open mouth kisses on my shoulders.

“Well thank you Az,” Rhys smirked, unclasping my bra.

My body felt like it was on fire from three sets of hands roaming up and down it. Even if I closed my eyes I could easily tell who touched me where. The sensation of it all had me tossing my head back on Azriel’s chest, trusting him to support my body. He grasped my hips tightly to keep my knees from buckling as Cassian and Rhys stared at my breasts now free of the tight black lingerie.

“Look at those perfect tits Az,” Rhysand drawled.

I felt Azriel’s large hand drift up my torso and to my neck pulling me against his body even more so I could feel his hard cock pressed up against my back. His hand on my throat gently pushed my head to look at him as he said back to Rhysand

“They are perfect,” he smirked, craning his neck down to capture my lips in his.

“And soon they’ll be full of milk,” Cassian pointed out with a smirk, swiping a calloused thumb over my nipple.

Rhysand bends his head down to take one of my aching nipples into his mouth sucking it taut. The gesture catches Cassian’s attention and he leans down to give the same treatment to the other side. The sensation has me arching my back aching to be closer to them. I feel Azriel’s hands grip my hips and yank me against his body again. His hand comes to grip my throat once more as he sticks his tongue down my throat earning a moan from me. I feel Cassian’s lips pull off my tit with a pop as he watches me and Azriel.

“Gods sometimes I forget how tiny she is,” Cassian drawls running his hands up and down my sides. “Look at her with Az she’s like half his size.”

Rhys stops his menstrations on my other breast to see what Cassian is talking about, “She’s practically half all our sizes Cass,” Rhys chuckles.

“Gods I just wanna toss her around like a little doll,” Cassian curses.

“Do it,” Azriel smirks, pulling his lips from mine. “You know how much she loves it.”

Cassian says nothing before picking me up by my hips effortlessly and tossing me onto the bed earning an excited squeal from me.

“Told you,” Azriel beamed with male pride.

Cassian stalked towards me with Rhys and Azriel hot on his heels and I started moving up the oversized bed towards the headboard.

“Oh no you don’t,” he smirks, grabbing my ankles and yanking me down the bed. I wait patiently watching Cassian untie the leathers of his pants, my mouth nearly falling open as his large cock springs out. “Come here baby,” he smiles and I eagerly sit up and lick the tip of his cock.

I looked up at him through my lashes donning my most innocent expression as I took as much of him as I could in my mouth. The rest I pumped with my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Azriel and Rhys fisting their cocks at the sight of me sucking Cassian off.

“Good fucking girl y/n,” Cassain moaned tossing his head back in ecstasy.

I reveled in the salty taste of him, the feeling of every single vein in his cock massaging my tongue. I would never get tired of this, of pleasing my mates. Cassian pulled me off him and pushed my upper half down on the mattress. My panties are ripped off and discarded somewhere in the room. There goes that set.

“Stop Cass, make sure she’s ready, I don’t want to tear her,” Rhysand tells Cassian, the voice of a High Lord making its appearance.

Cassian bends down to inspect my pussy, running a finger through my folds to find me absolutely drenched. “Oh she’s ready alright,” he smiles. “God baby your pussy is so fucking tiny. It’s a miracle you can take us so well.”

“Cass please,” I whine, nearly coming undone at his words.

Cassian starts pushing his cock in me and the stretch has me backing away from him subconsciously. He grabs my hips and pulls me back towards him, pinning me to the mattress. I had been their mate for a while now but every time they entered me I still felt the stretch. Cassian was right, I was half their size, was a miracle I could take them.

Cassian started trusting in me at a fast pace and the sound of our skin slapping filled the room. To my right and left Azriel and Rhys continued to stroke their cocks and as much as I longed to put them both in my mouth, Cassian had me in such a state of pleasure I couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Fuck Cass look at her belly,” Azriel practically moaned. Cassian’s eyes snapped to my stomach where he could see the bulge from his cock thrusting into me. I moaned at the sight.

“Yeah, you like that baby?” He smirks, leaning over to capture my lips in his. His pace speeds up and within seconds he’s cumming inside of me.

Cassian pushes his cock in me a couple of times, his attempt at burying his seed deep inside me. He pulls out soon after and I whine at the sudden emptiness.

“That’s the one that’s gonna get her pregnant,” Cassian beams with male pride, his cock already hardening.

“Pfft, you wish General.” Azriel scoffs positioning himself between my legs.

He pushes in slowly and I cry out at the stretch once more. Each glorious inch of him brings immense pain and pleasure.

“Shhh be a good girl and take it all,” Azriel coos until his hips are flush with mine. “That’s a girl.” he moans as he begins fucking me hard.

My mind goes to mush almost instantly and the moans coming out of my mouth are damn near feral. The need to be fucked and filled by each of my mates runs so deep in my veins. My hands claw and scrape and find Azriel’s forearms as he slams his hips into me, seeking out his own pleasure.

“Az please let me cum, I-I’m so c-close,” I mewl, each word hard to get out.

“Not yet baby, you don’t get to cum until we all have a load in that little pussy,” Rhysand drawls, pumping his cock. “Speaking of, step aside Az I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“No, I’m not done with her yet,” Azriel growls, his possessive side coming out.

“You think I can fit in there with you then?” Rhysand asks.

“Now this I gotta see,” Cassian jests.

The thought of two cocks fucking my pussy at once has my eyes glazing over and my mouth falling open like I’m in some sort of subspace.

“I can take it,” I choke out between Azriel’s thrusts.

“Pick her up Az,” Rhys says, his voice practically dripping with lust.

Azriel doesn’t stop his minstations as he wraps one of his arms around me, lifting me off the bed. My arms wrap around his neck as my forehead bumps his and he stares me down as he fucks me mid-air.

“Good girl,” he rasps, proud of how well I’m taking him.

The next thing I know he’s lying me down again, Rhysand’s warm chest replacing the mattress. His hands wander up and down my sides trying to soothe my nerves as Azriel stops moving.

“Alright little one take a deep breath for me,” Rhys instructs and I can feel him lining his cock up at my entrance.

I do as I’m told, taking the deepest gulp of air possible, excited for what comes next. The second I let my breath go I feel Rhys pushing his cock into me aside Azriel’s. The stretch is more than any I’ve ever felt before but the sounds escaping Rhys and Azriel’s mouths make it so worth it. Once Rhys is brushing my cervix along with Azriel tears prick my eyes and Cassian is kneeling before me in an instant.

“Shhh breathe baby,” Cassian coos, glancing down to where both his brothers' cocks are seated inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re being such a good girl. Just gotta take two more loads and then we’ll let you cum alright?”

All I can muster is a shallow nod as Rhys and Azriel begin thrusting in tandem. The constant feeling of fullness has me feeling numb while feeling everything all at once. I arch my back further and Rhys runs a hand down my hip to hold me in place so that he doesn’t slip out. My eyes glance to Azriel who has his eyes fixated on the bulge in my stomach being made by both his and his High Lord’s cock. All the while, Cassian brushes the sweat and hair away from my brow whispering praises to me.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” Rhys groans, the vibrations of his chest skittering down my back.

“Me too,” Azriel moans and within seconds I feel his sperm coating my walls just like Cassian’s.

Azriel cumming triggers Rhys to cum as well and even though I can still feel Azriel, the load my High Lord put in me is equally as distinct.

“Holy fuck,” Azriel groans pulling out of me inspecting his work. My breaths are so ragged and my vision so blurred that I can barely make out Rhysand’s voice.

“Take her Cass,” he mutters, or so I think. My assumptions are proven right when I feel Cassian’s arms snake around me, pulling me off of Rhys’ cock.

I whimper at the loss of the fullness as Cassian lays me on top of his chest stroking my hair and kissing my brow. My body vibrates and my heart pounds with the need to cum.

“Poor baby, you wanna cum don’t you?” Cassian coos tilting my chin up to meet his gaze. My eyes are glassed over and my face looks fucked out but I’m still able to nod.

“Make her cum Cass, I want us each to get one more load in her before we’re done,” Rhysand says, already fisting his cock.

“Rhys I’m not sure, look at her. I don’t think she can take much more.” Cassian warns, placing me against the pillows and moving down my body.

“Do you want her pregnant or not?” Rhys snaps.

“Of course I do,” Cassian says. “Can you take three more loads baby?” he asks me.

“Of course she can,” Azriel says, his cock already at attention from seeing his fucked out mate.

“I-okay,” I sputter, still vibrating at the need to be touched. At this point, I was practically bucking my hips into Cassian’s face.

“You want me to lick your pretty clit?” Cassian smirks using one arm to pin my hips to the mattress and the other to spread my folds.

“Y-yes,” I beg.

Cassian chuckles, his eyes fixed on my cunt, “Looks like we made quite the mess of her little cunt,” he muses and both Rhysand and Azirel peer down to investigate.

“Shit Cass it’s spilling out,” Azriel curses.

“Don’t worry brother,” Cassian assures him, as he presses two fingers inside me, pushing the cum deep inside me. “She won’t waste it. Will you baby?” He smiles at me.

“No, I w-won’t,” I say, meaning every word my body still shaking.

“Cass lick her little clit or I will, the poor thing is shaking,” Rhys orders Cassian.

Cassian doesn’t waste a moment before lowering his mouth to my pussy and attacking my clit. It only took five kitten licks for me to orgasm harder than ever before. My back arches off the bed and the tension from my body pushes more of my mate’s cum out of my aching hole.

“Ah ah ah,” Cassian says, pushing two fingers into me again. “What did we say about wasting?”

“Cass it’s your turn,” Azriel bites close to spilling his load.

“Spread em’ baby,” Cassian smirks, spreading my legs for me anyway before burying himself inside of me.

“Oh gods Cass!” I cry out as he starts fucking me relentlessly chasing his own release.

“Fuck I love seeing that little bulge,” Cassian grins, placing a hand over where his cock hit my belly.

Seconds later he’s spilling his load into me, a sound coming from his mouth that I’ve never heard before. My vision nearly goes black, the only thing keeping me grounded is Cassian gripping my throat and pulling me up to kiss me as his second orgasm coats my walls.

“Who’s next?” Cassian asks, pulling out of me.

“Me,” Both Rhysand and Azriel say at the same time.

“Back off Az, you got to have her first last time,” Rhys growls.

Whenever I told people I had three mates they would usually joke about how territorial they would get over me. The irony was that my mates almost never had a problem sharing me, but tonight? Well, tonight was just one of those nights. When mates were trying to conceive they were practically feral, I was honestly surprised things had gone so smoothly till now.

“Yeah, and I literally had to share her pussy with you!” Azriel roars.

Cassain drags me up to lay my upper half on his chest so he can run a hand through my hair and whisper praises to me.

“I’m pulling rank, as your High Lord I’m going first,” Rhysand orders, nudging my entrance.

“Fuck off Rhys,” Azriel says continuing to fist his cock.

Rhys pushes his cock inside me with a groan as he bottoms out. My body shudders and on instinct, I move away from him but he grips my hips and brings me down his cock again fucking into me hard.

In my haze my head falls to the side, my cheek grazing Cassian’s abs, the very ones he let me rut on to get off a few weeks ago, and I meet Azriel. He looks glorious, pumping his cock while watching Rhysand fuck my hole. On instinct, I reach my tongue out and lap at the head of his cock catching his immediate attention.

“You wanna suck it baby?” He muses brushing his cock against my lips. I open my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out in response.

I know I’m so fucked out I can barely wrap my lips around him but Rhys pulling rank seemed like a dick move and I wanted to remedy it in any way I could. Azriel pushes his cock into my mouth letting out a guttural moan in the process.

“Good fucking girl,” Azriel moans and it spurs me on to suck him even harder as he fucks my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” Rhys roars cumming into me for the second time tonight. He knows better than to stay seated in me longer than necessary and pulls out as soon as possible. Azriel’s cock follows, his cock leaving my mouth with a bead of saliva dripping from it.

“Are you fucked out my love?” Azriel croons, grabbing my jaw to face him. It’s evident from my hazy eyes that I am.

“One more load sweetheart,” Rhys whispers, pressing a kiss to my brow. “You want a baby in your belly don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” I rasp still unable to form actual words.

“Open,” Azriel orders his grip on my jaw tightening.

Of all my mates Azriel was always the most dominant. I loved to test Rhys and Cassian, but when it came to Az? I knew it was in my best interest to be a good girl.

So just like I had a million times before I opened my mouth nice and wide for him. His hand gripped my jaw, keeping it open before he spit in my mouth.

“Now swallow,” he growled and I followed his orders once again. I opened my mouth to show him I had been a good girl and he rewarded me by pushing his cock inside me.

“What was that about Az?” Cassian laughed stroking my hair.

“Grounding her, if I’m gonna pump a load in her I want her to feel it,” Azriel groans. “We’ve done it before, haven't we baby?” he asks me and I nod enthusiastically.

Rhys wipes the sweat from my brow as Cassian presses a hand down where Azriel’s cock makes a bulge in my belly.

“She’s gonna cum Az,” Cassian informs his brother.

“Fuck I can feel it. Her tiny cunt is squeezing me so tight I can barely fuck her.” Azriel groans. “Ready baby?” Azriel asks me and I nod once more. “1…2…3…Fuckkk,” Azriel moans, spilling his seed into me.

Despite the haze that fills my head I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing I did it. I gave each of my mates two orgasms the evidence dripping from my sore cunt, wait fuck.

“Waste!” is the only word I can get out as I feel all six loads of cum spilling out of me.

“Shh, it’s okay mate,” Azriel coos, pressing a kiss to my brow laying down on the side that wasn’t occupied by Rhys. “Cass plug her up,” Azriel continues.

Without warning, two of Cassian’s fingers slide into my pussy keeping their combined cum from leaking out.

“Get comfortable mate,” Cassian chuckles. “We’re gonna have to sleep like this.”

And sleep I do. With Cassian behind me, my head on Rhys’ chest, and Azriel using my stomach as a pillow I’m out within minutes. I don’t know what the future holds as far as children go, but I’d say this was a good first attempt at conceiving.

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dwaekkicidal · 5 months

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Kiss it Better

˚ʚLee Know x Gn!readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Minho has a rough day at the company and comes home exhausted, craving your loving.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: <1k (~650)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: nothing its just tooth rotting fluff

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: double post because ty for 100 followers :3 also max this is ur fault (AGAIN LMAO) im so weak at the idea of this help

edit: MAX POSTED HER OWN VERSION OF THIS PLEASE GO READ IT

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

Not long after his messages, Minho waddles into your shared apartment. Kicking his shoes off and throwing his keys on the kitchen table without any care. You peak your head out of the bedroom at the sound of the front door closing. When his eyes meet yours, you see the deep scowl on his face, but his eyes soften immediately at the sight of you. You smile softly and make grabby hands at him before ducking back into the room to start the shower for him. In seconds he’s following you and undressing through the doorway, desperate to get his sweaty clothes off.

You wait patiently on the bed and scroll through your phone. It doesn’t take long for him to return in his boxers, towel drying his hair on his way to the bed. Your phone is quickly tossed to the side and you pull him into the bed with you, watching as he throws himself on his stomach and groans into the sheets. You hold back a giggle at the sight and opt to run your hands down his bare back. He shudders but you can see him physically relax when your hands lightly massage his upper arms. He turns his head to the side, looking back at you as much as he could without straining himself.

“You wanna talk about it? Let me take care of you tonight baby..” You whisper out, the softness in your voice making his eyes shutter close as he nods lightly. You swiftly move to straddle his thighs, placing a kiss on the back of his shoulder and trailing down very slowly as he speaks up. He goes on for a while, explaining how the new choreography they were learning was extremely draining, telling you about the argument he got into with one of the members, and whining about the quality of the dinner he had at the cafeteria. He goes into light details about every other little thing that chipped at his happiness for the day while you trail kisses down his bare back. Your soft hands massaging up from his arms to his shoulder blades and you hum in response to every experience he lists, placing extra kisses for each as a reward.

By the time he’s done telling you about his day, he’s all but a puddle underneath you. Eyes shut and muscles completely relaxed. You back away to sit up, softly dragging your nails up and down his back to keep the attention on him. A wide smile spreads on your face as your eyes catch one of the cutest sights you think you’ve ever seen. Soonie lays next to Minho’s face, licking his hand as he softly caresses his baby. Not far away, Doongie and Dori are laying near each other and sleeping against your pillows. You carefully reach for your phone and take a picture, before laying beside your boyfriend and Soonie.

“Feel better?” Your voice startles him, his eyes closed and breathes lighter than normal. He doesn’t bother opening his eyes to respond with a quiet “Mmmg..”

You get up and walk over to your closet to grab a blanket, not wanting to disturb any of them by going under the sheets. You pick the softest one you own before returning. Soonie is gone when you kneel on the bed and you could almost thank him for the chance to be close to Minho.

You lay your head on the empty space left on the pillow and watch as Minho drags himself up to you, shoving his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around you. Your hands trail through his hair, massaging his scalp softly as he drifts off.

The two of you fall asleep like this, tangled in each other. There’s a quiet “Thank you" and "I love you so much.” from Minho as he finally falls asleep. You respond with a soft kiss to his forehead, drifting off shortly after.

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beelmons · 1 year

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Number 30! for the love of fucking god, can you do number 30

plllllleeeaaaaaseeeeeeee

for the smut ask, I do not care who it involves. I just wanna read it.

love youuuuuuuuuu

cw; dry humping, phone sex

For someone who had trouble talking on the phone, you sure seemed to be completely glued to it, but who could blame you? When the person on other side of the line was no other than Spencer Reid.

"I really miss you, you know?" he said into the phone, his tone lowered to not allow his coworkers to hear.

"I miss you, too." you had been apart for almost two weeks, the last case being a lot more complicated than any of the team had expected "Although, there's a very specific part of you I miss the most" you said in a flirty tone.

After two years of dating, he had learned to keep up with your endless teasing, and your even bigger libido.

"Yeah?" you could tell his tone had changed as well "Frustrated without me around?"

"Don't get cocky, Dr. Reid" you tried to fight back "I get by just fine with my hand."

"Oh, I know the delight that your hand can be." he said, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip "But I also know that you like it better when it's mine instead. I know how to touch you better than you do yourself."

You couldn't help the blush that spread through your face and the heat that resonated between your legs, but you weren't about to give him the satisfaction. You weren't going to feed that annoying confidence he had developed since the two of you got together.

"That's a lot of talk from the guy that came within two minutes when we first slept together." you teased him. You could hear his offended smile all the way through the line, even if he hadn't emitted a sound.

"Well, you know, people change, they get better." he tried to argue in his denfense "In fact, I think I've gotten so good I bet I can make you cum without touching you."

Your tongue rolled over your lips in delight; it was safe to say you were intrigued by his ambitious proposal.

"Okay, genius, hit me with what you got." you said, your legs spreading ever so lightly.

"I'm going to need your cooperation for this." he began, his tone seemed softer and his voice lower, and the thought that he might be doing all that while doubling with one of his team members made you feel the more excited "I want you to close your eyes, listen to my voice, and do as I say."

"Yes, yes, you got my full attention, Spencer" you teased as your hand traveled down to land your fingers against your clit, trying to get ahead of his instructions.

"First of all, stop touching yourself, that's cheating." your face heated and you grumbled as you pulled your hand away; on the other side you heard him chuckle "You're so easy to read." he bragged, and it annoyed you a little bit "Okay, now, kneel down on the bed and put one pillow between your legs, use the firmer one, you will thank me later."

You abided by his instructions as you kept the phone to your ear, growling and cussing under your breath the entire time at his cockiness.

"Okay, it's done. Now, will you really get to pleasing me? or is this just an over the phone tutorial for knee pain relief?" you complained with the intention of throwing him off.

Your plan, however, did not succeed. He was fully focused, and he decided to ignore your words.

"Close your eyes." he instructed and you obeyed "Picture me underneath you. My chest is bare and you are caressing it, you can feel the way my skin crawls with pleasure, the pleasure that you're giving me."

As he spoke, you found yourself moving your hands as he described, caressing the fabric of the sheets beneath you. Without thinking, your hips began to roll against the pillow, bringing you a very needed round of friction.

"You can feel me so deep inside you, because baby, you've made me ready to burst." his voice had gotten raspy, and you wondered if he was trying to bring himself some pleasure as well; your voice was being held back, it was a little embarrassing without no one else around "You have never been the quiet type. I love hearing your moans when I fuck you, so amuse me, will you?" he prompted.

Your hips bucked particularly hard against the coushion at that request, and the moan that left you was sinfully loud. "Fuck, Spencer..." you accompanied your pleasure-filled sounds with a mention of his name.

"I'm right here." he groaned and had to swallow back a moan "You have my body all for yourself, I'm yours to use." he added "Fuck me until you cum."

You kept moving at a pace that was pleasurable to you, it had gotten steady, your eyes still tightly shut. You could picture his every word, you could have ever sworn the objects beneath you felt burning hot, just like his body would usually feel when you rode him.

"You feel so good..." you praised him; your cunt was getting uncomfortably wet, and you could feel your stomach beginning to tighten.

"You— shit." he cut himself short thanks to a moan that slipped past his lips; that was the confirmation you needed, he was touching himself on the other end of the line, you could identify the trembling of his voice no matter where you were "Y-You are making me go insane."

"Spencer, I'm— " you groaned, your legs boucing to a point that you could almost feel him inside you, even if he was not physically around.

"Cum for me." he commanded, and you were happy to comply.

Your hands tightly gripped onto the sheets beneath you, and your legs crushed the pillow with intensity as your orgasm ran over you. Your whimper was obnoxiously loud, you wanted to leave it engraved in his mind for the rest of the trip.

You heard him pant faster, even when he was doing his best to keep quiet, and you suddenly heard a muffled groan of pleasure, followed with exhausted quietude.

"Fuck. That was hot." he said after a little while "So? Good enough?" his previous teasing tone had returned.

You were laying face down against the mattress, too tired to move, and his cocky comment caused you to laugh. "I have never been more happy about being proven wrong."

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗 — 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 ‘𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐏’ 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇

↳ summary: "Were you just masturbating?" - Returning from a shower after a gruelling midnight run, you catch Johnny red handed...

↳ pairing: SASRecruit!Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish x f!Reader

↳ [1k] content: – Set during SAS Recruitment Training, so younger Soap! Soap caught masturbating, depreciation, vague allusions to a bit of a power play, spitting, handjob. Something light and silly for me to get used to writing for John <3

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You towel dry your hair roughly with a hand towel, exhaling heavily as you pace down the corridor back to the barracks. A shower had never felt so damn good, the Staff finally releasing you from what could only be described as torture. A run in the middle of the night with a 55lb bergen strapped to your back. Hours of trekking up the mountains in the belting rain.

When you’d finally hobbled back into camp, feet almost numb, you’d noted the clock on the wall reading as 03:00. Needless to say, you could have cried when you entered the shower. In fact, you’d been so relieved by the steaming hot water running over your skin that you stayed behind when Johnny shouted an offer to walk back with you over the stall.

Just five more minutes.

Now you were excited to crawl into bed. The sun was coming up outside, an orange tinge to the sky signalling for the birds to begin their choir. Twisting the door handle to your shared bunk with Johnny, you pause at the resistance that meets you, the door stopping in place despite pushing it forward.

Peering around the door, you note the bundle of khaki fabric strewn haphazardly in the middle of the floor– a standard-issue army t-shirt. One you certainly hadn’t abandoned on the floor when you left for the run.

“Johnny– I’m getting tired of you leaving your shit arou–…”

One quick glance towards Johnny’s bunk has you freezing in place. He’s sat up in bed, the sheet pulled over his body. If it weren’t for the flush on his cheeks, the pinch of his brows and his hands stuffed under the covers, you’d never have figured it out… But–

“Were you just masturbating?” It escapes you before you can swallow the intrusive question, blurted out without thinking. Johnny lets out a painfully awful scoff, rolling his eyes theatrically.

“What’re you talkin’ about?” Johnny speaks, and his voice is strained. His eyebrows pull up when he notes the smirk on your lips, a panicked expression playing on his face. “N-Naw, I wasn’t doin’ anythin’!”

“Mhmm-hm,” you smirk, bending down to grab the t-shirt at your feet. You can feel the Scotsman’s eyes burn a hole into you as you rise, carefully folding his shirt once, twice. Then, approaching the bottom of his bunk, you check the creases; the fabric doubled into a perfect square.

“What’re you doin’, lass?” he questions, watching cautiously as you neatly lay the perfectly folded clothing on the mattress where his feet are. You shrug innocently, smoothing your palm over the material.

“Nothing. Why’re you acting like this? I thought you weren’t up to anything?” You muse, fixing him with a pointed look as you drag your hand over the shape of his shin. Johnny looks like he’s swallowed his tongue, wide-eyed with crimson cheeks.

“N-Nope!” The stutter catches you both off guard, and you can’t help the grin that stretches across your lips. You and Johnny had done thirty-four-hour stints in the mock interrogation, suffered stress positions and headphones playing white noise and babies screaming until your ears buzzed, yet somehow the Scotsman looked far more terrified now.

“Then you won’t mind if I pull back the covers, would you, Johnny?” You murmur, hand creeping further up his body. You pass his knee, fingertips skirting the length of his thigh. In turn, he lets out a shuddering breath, chest lurching with a sudden intake of breath.

“F-Fuck,” he whispers, looking up at you with wide eyes, “Fuck- I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be back so soon….”

“Don’t stop on my account,” you murmur, maintaining eye contact. His pupils swallow the bright blue of his irises, lips parting when you arch your brow in question. You gonna carry on?

Johnny’s hand moves under the covers, dragging the length of his cock as he groans through gritted teeth. His eyelids flutter, watching you as your hand walks two fingers up the stretch of his chest. He looks so pretty like this, you think, flushed and nervous. Swelling with pride, you note that even the Staff hadn’t been able to make him this flustered.

Riding this high, urged on by your greed, you let go of any inhibition.

“Do you think of me?” You murmur, taking ahold of Johnny’s chin. His eyes nearly pop out of his skull at such an invasive question, his lips pursing when you squeeze his cheeks together.

“Y-Yea,” he admits, his cheeks warming beneath your fingertips. The embarrassment does little to stop him, however, fisting his cock even quicker beneath the bedsheets. “Ssso bonneh, lass-“

Chuckling at how he slurs his words, you pinch his cheeks harder before releasing him. Poor Johnny chokes out a groan, dragging his fist over the length of his cock. You jut out your bottom lip, feigning pity as you glance down at the movement beneath the covers.

“You need help? You seem to be struggling.”

“Hoh, Steamin’ Hell…” Johnny’s eyes roll back into his skull as he chokes on his breath, “Fuck yeah-“

“Yeah?” You muse, tone mocking as you hold your hand before his face, “Help me out then.”

It’s like unlocking a whole different side of him. The usually argumentative, jovial John MacTavish instantly follows your order. He spits into your palm, gazing up at you and murmuring thanks over and over again. He doesn’t even argue when you pull back the duvet, he just groans when the fabric drags over the head of his sensitive cock.

“Mhmm-“ you hum softly, casting your eyes over his throbbing cock as it lays against his abdomen, “You gonna be quiet for me?”

You don’t even give him a moment to answer, taking up his dick and running your slick palm down the length of it. The devastating moan rattles Johnny’s lungs, his back arching from the wall when you brush the pad of your thumb over the weeping head to smear precum over the sensitive tip.

“Yeah,” you smirk, beginning to jerk him off slowly, “That’s what I thought. You always were a gobby one, MacTavish.”

“Hah-… Ah-fuck! I’m sorry-“ he chokes out, jaw slack.

“Yeah, you will be.”

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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ceo jake ‘hangman’ seresin. | headcanons.

￫ c/w: sex, alcohol, smoking and daddy kink.

CEO Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin would spoil you rotten. They say you can’t buy love or happiness with money, but Jake disproves that ridiculous statement frequently.

You don’t need Jake’s money to prove that he loves you, but you have to admit, it is exhilarating when he takes you on his private jet to Paris for the weekend and dines with you onlooking the sparkling Eiffel tower along the river Seine.

You might as well make use of the money Jake spent on you this weekend and show him your reciprocated love, wrapped up in the crisp cotton sheets of his double bed flying home on his private jet.

Your wardrobe is bursting at the hinges with expensive items of clothing. One of a kind pieces Jake got made specially for you and black silk dresses from YSL for galas you routinely attend to.

There are jewelry pieces that only Jake’s love could buy. Jewelry that Jake insists to put on you each morning, ghosting his fingertips over the back of your neck and placing a featherlight kiss there and then to your wrist when he fastens your watch.

However, your perfume selection is limited. There are three dizzying scents and only three that Jake associates you with. When you wear any one of these three, Jake will groan into the crook of your neck and nip at your flesh with his picture perfect teeth.

“There’s my baby. You smell like heaven, my love.”

Jake very much indulges in his own happiness with his own money. His wardrobe that sits next to yours is full of clean cut, expensive suits that are taylor made to fit around his broad shoulders perfectly. There is never a seam out of place.

There are rows of shirts, all varying in style and for all occasions. When Jake buys a new shirt, he likes to imagine what you’d look like wearing it in the morning when you fix him a coffee from your Italian Moka pot.

Jake prides himself most on his cufflinks and watches, and he has a fine selection. After Jake has fastened your jewelry to you, you return the favor. But when you place the final piece, Jake’s class ring that he always wears, you bring his fingers up to your soft lips and place a tender kiss there.

Similar to yourself, Jake’s aftershave selection is whittled down to two. One for the day and one for the night. You’ll find yourself inhaling either one of these familiar scents along his neck when you sit in his lap, lightly tracing your tongue over Jake’s jaw and tasting the expensive fragrance for yourself.

“Oh, Jake. You taste so good, Daddy.”

His shirts always smell like either one of these two particular aftershaves and when Jake isn’t here, you wrap yourself up in his shirts for as long as your day will allow it. You run your hands over the soft material and dip them in between your thighs, daydreaming of Jake being there with you.

Jake got his nickname within the business tycoons as ‘Hangman’, because if you didn’t play by his rules, he would leave you hanging out to dry for the dogs. Jake was very self aware of the presence and almost deadly influence he had.

On some occasions you’d caught Jake at the end of a cutthroat meeting as he brought the lambs to the slaughter. There wasn’t a strand of his hair out of place and his tie was still knotted as perfectly as it was when you tied it this morning.

Jake wore his ever charming yet smug grin on his face, baring his teeth to the world as the vicious business man that he was. There was a freshly lit cigar hanging off his lips and he was talking numbers to his subordinate when he spotted you waiting by the glass door.

He called you over and you offered your praises due to the success of the deal that was just made. The smoke of his cigar clouded your senses and you gave Jake what you thought was, innocent praise.

“They don’t know what hit them, Hangman.”

Jake was quick to dismiss his subordinate and shut down the blinds looking into his office in a flurry. You called him ‘Jake’ everyday, but when you called out his egotistical personality of ‘Hangman’, he’d have you bent over the thick oak of his desk and his fingers stuffed in your mouth to keep you quiet as he pounded into you from behind.

There wasn’t a surface in Jake’s office that you hadn’t fucked on. Your favorite was when you visited him at night with your chosen take out in hand. You’d eat it together in the softly lit room and listen to each other as you disclosed the events of your days.

Jake would pop open a cork of wine that was presumably older than both of you combined. He’d turn off the lights completely and you’d stand with your back pressed tightly against his chest.

His large arms would be wrapped securely around you and you’d both be admiring the dazzling lights of the New York skyline, whilst taking sips of your wine.

You’d never finish the glass. It would always end with your back splayed out on the surface of Jake’s desk and your thighs doubled over. Your neck would hang off the edge and as Jake made you see stars for the third time that night in the dark of his office, you would gaze out upside down at his glass windows and watch the sparkling stars of New York appear in the sky.

￫ a/n: this was so much fun to create and design. i hope you enjoyed it! <3 my main masterlist can be found here! 💌

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yourlocalmerchgirl · 9 months

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Period Pains

Robbie Reyes x f!reader one shot

Summary: Robbie comes home to find you curled up intense cramps and wastes no time taking care of you.

Warnings: soft Robbie concerned Robbie protective Robbie, mentions of blood and pain. Hurt/ comfort theme

Despite having the spirit of vengeance living inside of him, when it came to you, Robbie was the biggest softy. You were his everything, his comfort after late nights working for the rider, his light when he couldn’t see past the darkness. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would be interested in a guy like him, a mechanic by day and a demon that drags the souls of the damned down to hell by night. Robbie thought for sure the night you realized he was the Ghost Rider that it would be over but your love for him never wavered and you’ve done nothing but firmly stand by his side never giving up on him.

So when Robbie returns home to some of the lights on but no sign of you, he begins to panic a little bit. It wasn’t unlike you to fall asleep trying to wait up for him to come home, something he found cute even though he wouldn’t admit it. He becomes a little more frantic calling for you when he makes his way s to your shared bedroom to see blood on the bed sheets and the faint glow of the bathroom light from under the door.

“Cariño, are you in there? Are you ok?”

So help me god if anyone hurt her Robbie, I’ll burn the city down to find them.

“Ro-Robbie please don’t look at the bed, I-I need to clean it” you managed to whine out between strangled sobs.

“You’re scaring me Cariño, can I open the door?”

“Y-yes” you squeaked out, voice horse and barely above a whisper.

Robbie slowly opens the door to find you curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing and covering your face in embarrassment.

Robbie’s features soften as soon as he sees you. Kneeling down next you to he tenderly messages your leg.

“Baby look at me”

You finally pull your head up revealing your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Oh Cariño what’s wrong?”

“I-l wasn’t feeling fell so I went to bed, I woke up doubled over in pain with the most intense cramps I’ve had in a long time.” Tears start streaming down your face again as your trying to get your words out. Letting out a ragged breath you continue. “I unexpectedly started my period and it’s really heavy and I got blood all over your sheecheats.”

“Baby it’s ok” Robbie says as he reaches up to wipe the tears from your cheek,his voice as soft as velvet.

“There’s no need to worry, these things happen, I’m not mad or grossed out”

You lean onto into his warm touch as he cups your face.

“Let’s get you in the shower, that might make you feel better huh?”

You nod your head, relishing in the way his warm skin soothes your face as you do.

Robbie steadies you as he helps you stand. Slowly and tenderly he helps you out of your clothes and then rids himself of his as he starts the water. Robbie climbs in the shower then grabs your hand helping you in as well. There’s so much vulnerability and love in this moment, Robbie is so focused on taking care of you, never turning the moment into anything sexual. He switches places with you, watching as you visibly relax as the water streams down your back. Tilting your head back Robbie helps get your hair completely wet before for lathering some shampoo in his hands before working it through your hair messaging your scalp as he does. You rest your forehead on Robbie’s shoulder as he rinses the shampoo out of your hair.

Then Robbie grabs your loofa lathering it up with you favorite soap and gently rubs it over your body until he’s washed every inch of you, going over a couple places twice when you let out a giggle the first time around.

“Stay here I’ll be right back” Robbie says as he slips into the bedroom once the two of you are dried off.

A few moments later Robbie returns with clothes for you, helping you into your comfy clothes and period underwear.

“Ok now by the time your done drying your hair I’ll have the bed all taken care of.”

“Rooobbie no…”

“Shhhh Cariño” Robbie says kissing your forehead.

“Just let me finish taking care of you, you don’t need anything thing else to worry about”

“Thank you Robbie” you breath out barely above a whisper, taken a back by the love and care Robbie is giving you.

When you climb into bed, Robbie snuggles right up to you placing his large hand on your abdomen, rubbing in soothing circles his forehead resting against the side of your head.

“I love you, Robbie”

“I love you too”

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tranceindia123 · 2 months

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corazondebeskar-reads · 11 months

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a home amongst the stars

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.

Warnings: Explicit content, consensual somnophilia, vaginal fingering, thigh fucking, pre-book with your dentist 'cause this shit is too sweet, soft!Joel, Joel Miller deserves nice things

originally written for kinktober 2023, inspired by the prompts from @absurdthirst

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dividers by @saradika-graphics

When Joel gets home from patrol, the moon hangs low on the horizon, swollen and copper. He stops outside the door, wondering if you saw it before you went to bed.

“Oh wow, honey,” you’d have said, smacking the back of your hand against his chest to get his attention, “Look at her tonight, isn’t she gorgeous?”

The way you’d stop and stare drove him nuts when you first met. Always wastin’ time, not paying attention to your surroundings, all over the fuckin’ moon.

He gets it now, he thinks. The way it’s always beautiful, no matter how many times you see it.

When he gets up to the bedroom, he strips out of his jeans and button-up. You’re sprawled over the side of the bed, twisted with your face smooshed into the pillow and an arm dangling. He slides in behind you, sheets cold from the autumn breeze.

You’re warm. He folds himself around you, pressing a kiss into your hair. The exhaustion fades a little when he feels the sheer heat coming from your cunt, where his hips are pressed close.

The two of you are like specters in the house, the only signs of another person found in a drying coffee cup on the counter or damp towel hanging over the shower.

Joel’s been doing doubles as a favor to one of the men in town whose wife just had a baby. It’s been over a week, and he’s only seen you like this. Fast asleep. He knows you’ve been missing him, and you clearly spent the evening with your fingers stuffed up your cunt until you were worn out.

He’s jealous. He'd jacked off in the shower a couple days ago, but as he watched his cum circle the drain, he knew he had lost the taste for it. His drive wasn’t what it used to be, so it wasn’t like he was achin’ by the end of every day. He’d rather wait until he could bury himself in you.

You snuggle back against him, ass rubbing against his cock. It had wised up to the situation, and you moan softly as he pushes his hips just so, nestling himself between your thighs and against your pussy.

He ran a hand over your arm and slid it down to your hip, smoothing over your soft belly. You’d been in Jackson for two years now, and it had done both of you good, bodies secure enough to hold on to muscle and fat.

He cups a breast and gently rolls your nipple, savoring your soft moan and the press of your hips before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, intent on tugging them down until he could press into you. You loved waking up that way, with him already buried in your cunt.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” you swat at his thigh with a limp hand. “Y’can’t, it’s too close.”

Joel whines, wrinkle between his brows deepening. There was, of course, a downside to your recovered health. Your cycle had started back up about a year ago, and given that neither of you were interested in the life a baby requires and condoms are as common as a carnival, you kept careful watch.

“Just—mmm, just keep doing that.” You twist a little to see him, the way the shadows fall over the creases of his face, smoothing a little when he looks down and sees you smiling at him softly in the moonlight.

He gently rocks back and forth, fully hard now that you’re up and interested. If he angles just right, he can bump the head of his cock against your clit. Even with your panties in the way, you throw your head back and give him all the pretty sounds he wants to hear.

“S’that feel good?” he asks, mouthing at your neck and jaw.

“So good, baby,” you reach around with your free arm and clutch the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

He dips his hand in the front of your underwear and swipes his fingers through your folds. You cry out, and it warps into a desperate whine when he draws his fingers out. He strokes your slick over his cock so it moves with ease between your thighs.

“Please, Joel,” you say, squeezing your legs tight to trap him where you want him.

How can he not oblige? His name on your lips is so sweet. He gives you what you ache for, steady fingers stroking at your clit. You find your peak moments after, crying out for him.

He eases up a little but doesn’t stop—he doesn’t like to finish until he’s pulled two or three out of you, at least. Needs the way your body shakes and clenches and grabs for him when you fall apart. But you’re not having it tonight, whining as your oversensitive bud aches at his touch.

“S-sorry,” you gasp. “It’s too much. I didn’t—ah—didn’t know when we’d have a chance, so I took care of myself tonight.”

He withdraws his hand and wraps it around your hips. “I know, darlin’. You were all soaked when I got here. You know I can’t resist when you’re all wet and waitin’ for me.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but he leans down for a kiss, instead.

He kisses like he fucks—tender and deep. You’ve always marveled at the way his love is so tangible. It overflows out of him, and you yearn to drown in it.

His thrusts are getting a little sharper, a little desperate.

“Fuck, baby, you close?” you say.

He moans and presses his lips against yours again, licking in like he can take some of you for himself and keep it. He spills between your thighs, leaking onto the sheet, and holds you close against him.

When he’s spent, he keeps you close but lets you roll over to face him. You lean up and press a kiss between his brows. The line there is carved deep, you know you’ll never be able to smooth it out. Decades of worry have done more than you can fix. But it always softens a little, like he remembers to relax when you kiss it.

“You see the moon tonight, darlin’? It’s real pretty.”

You light up, eyes sleepy but bright, and scooch out of his grasp to pad over to the window. He follows you and wraps his arms around your chest while you raise the blinds.

“Oh, wow,” you breathe, reaching up to hold onto his arm with both hands, “wouldja look at that?”

He understands completely.

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lou-struck · 11 months

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Just a Little Sip Sip

Atsumu Miya x reader

Fluffftober Day 9: Obligatory Pumpkin Spice Fic.

WC: 1.5k

~Your thirst for a morning coffee is what pulls you and Atsumu out of bed on a cloudy morning.

It’s a sleepy Saturday morning. You wake up to cloudy skies and a pleasant coolness in your darkened bedroom.

You honestly could sleep more, but it’s just one of those days where you wake up and cannot stand the taste of your own mouth.

Atsumu is next to you; his limbs are tangled up tenderly with your own in a gluttonous embrace. His Dyed blond hair falls gently into his face as its other half is smushed into the pillow. You see just a bit of his naturally darker roots peeking out. He has been meaning to get a touch-up, but between Volleyball and you, he has been far too busy to care.

As carefully as you can, you try to slip out of the pretzel you have become a part of and watch in amusement as his sleepy brows furrow and his long limbs stretch across the expanse of the mattress, chasing you and your warmth longingly.

He murmurs sweet gibberish into the pillow before settling back into the sheets. His outstretched arms are unconsciously wide enough for you to slip between should you return to him.

As much as you want to, that stale taste on your tongue is terrible. And your waking brain is hit with a craving perfect for this cloudy fall morning.

You need a nice hot cup of coffee.

But first… nature calls.

Your hands smell like cinnamon-toasted marshmallows or whatever else your foaming hand soap was supposed to smell like. Giving your hands a shake, you air dry the remaining droplets of water from your skin.

Your hard-bottomed slippers scrape slightly across the carpeted bedroom floor as you leave the master bathroom. You see from the doorway that Atsumu is now sitting up against the headboard.

“Ya left me,” he pouts, sitting upwards and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His arms are open, and he looks at you expectantly to come back to bed. You exhale in amusement and fall into his embrace, laying down on top of the tousled sheets. With you in his arms, he looks content, his fingers gently scratching your back to lull you back to the wonderfully sleepy feeling. “Come on, baby, let’s lay in a bit longer.”

As heavenly as his honeyed suggestion sounds, your craving for caffeine is gnawing at your very soul. “Can’t,” you murmur into his chest. “Need Coffee.”

His bottom lip juts out in a pout, and he hugs you closer. “Five more minutes.”

Your body just seems to sink into him. He’s warm, comfortable, and that shampoo you bought him smells too damn good. But as competitive as Atsumu is, you are more so. And know just what to say to get the two of you out of bed before noon.

“If we go right now, I’ll buy you one of those breakfast sandwiches you like.” you hum, lazily reaching your left arm up to toy with a few messy strands of his hair. He leans into the touch as he reflects on your offer.

It’s his stomach that answers for him. Rumbling with more energy than either of you has shown all morning.

“That sound good?” you tease, sitting up and rolling ungracefully out of his embrace and to the edge of the bed.

“Yer not jus gonna get one of those Spicy Pumpkin Drinks are ya?” he asks, twisting his legs over to the edge of the bed and giving you a playful little grin that tells you he already knows the answer to his pointed question.

“Of course not,” you say, “I was also planning on getting a bagel with cream cheese.” You duck into your closet and slip on some warm clothes for your coffee date. You start to walk down the hall and hear the amusing sound of Astumu frantically rushing about the room, trying to grab his slides and jacket so he won’t be left behind. “Hey, don’t leave without me,” he calls.

“Then hurry up Tsumu.” you tease, toying with the doorknob. You would never ditch him, but it is certainly fun to tease him.

The air is chilly as you step out of the car, and although the double glass doors of the coffee shop are shut, you can still smell the heavenly scent of ground coffee beans wafting through the air.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Atsumu says, rushing in front of you to open the door. “I got this.”

He pushes it open widely for you as the cozy smell intensifies.

“You didn’t need to do that for me, Tsumu.” you beam, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on his slightly chapped lips. You make a mental note to buy him another tube of chapstick since he keeps losing his.

“But I did.” he grins, a pink blush taking over his skin. “Cus I love ya and want to treat ya right.”

“You already do,” you murmur tenderly as you take his hand and walk across the threshold into the coffee shop. The lighting inside is warm, just like the air, and you can detect the smell of seasoned nutmeg and pumpkin spice walking through the air.

It just screams fall, and even the smell of it is feeding your cravings.

“What are you gonna get Tsumu?” you ask, eying the long and beautifully crafted cafe menu. “Something with Honey?”

“M’ gonna just get a coffee,” he says confidently. “I don’t need all that extra stuff.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he smiles, crossing his arms confidently and puffing out his chest.

Here we go again…

Atsumu saw a video about flavor notes in coffee the other day and has decided to just get a regular dark roast. Which is not a problem in itself since coffee is meant to be enjoyed and customized to fit the drinker’s pallet. But since Atsumu is one hundred percent a cream-and-sugar kind of guy, so you know this won’t go well.

You get up to the counter and greet the barista with a sleepy smile. She looks much more awake than you do, and you secretly wonder how many cups of coffee she has had this morning.

You place your food and drink orders and go wait by the pickup counter for it to be ready.

With only a few weeks left to enjoy an obligatory Pumpkin Spiced beverage, you watch eagerly as the barista makes your drink with almost robotic precision. How many has she had to make these past couple months?

“Y/n,” another barista calls after a few minutes. Your PSL and Atsumu’s Black coffee are ready and your pastries are warm and toasty. You grab them and bring them over to your cute little corner booth next to the shop’s electric fireplace.

“This looks so good.” you say looking into your glass and admiring the little flakes of spice that swirl through the mixture. It’s fragrant, it’s beautiful, but most importantly its caffeinated.

You raise the glass to your lips and take a deep swig, savoring the sweet bitterness of the caffeine.

Looking across the table with lidded eyes, you see Atsumu raise his mug to his lips as well as taking a small sip of his coffee and trying to fight the grimace at the dark roasted bitterness.

“Do you like it, Tsumu?”

He coughs slightly before looking up at you with watery eyes. “It’s good.” he lies, taking another sip of his drink. His whole body shudders in an attempt to hide his true feelings.

“Would you like to try mine?” you ask, holding out your drink for him to take. The creaminess tempts him, and the promise of something less bitter on his tongue wins him over easily.

“I’ll try it, but i know you just want me to give ya an indirect kiss.” he winks at you. Still lying like a lying liar.

He sips it, and his eyes practically double in size as he goes in for another. Just as he is about to take another deep swig, you gently pry it out of his hands.

“Careful, that’s my drink.” you tease, gently wiping a bit of foam from his lip with the pad of your thumb. “This one is mine. You already have a drink.”

“Yea, but I just want to make sure it’s safe, ya know?” he says, completely ignoring his coffee and reaching for yours again. “It could be poisoned.”

“Then I guess I’ll just die happy,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“C’mon babe.” he pleads. “Just another little sip.”

“No.”

“Jus a little sip sip.”

“Atsumu.” you sigh, pretending to be bored of his antics and hiding your self-satisfied smirk.

“Yes, baby?” he smiles innocently. Knowing that the game is up.

“Let’s go get you another drink.” you laugh. “This time, something that you’ll actually want to drink.”

His shoulders slump in relief, and he gives you a heart-stopping smile. “Thank god.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @planetonet @eussstasss

#x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #msby atsumu #atsumu miya #miya atsumu x reader #Atsumu Miya x reader #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x reader #flufftober 2023

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 4 months

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Ruined [a Jay x Frankie fic]

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Fandom: Triple Frontier

Ship: Frankie Morales x Jay ‘Lady’ Ray (OFC) **Series masterlist**

Warnings: Cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, fighting, fellatio, ruined orgasm, implied more sex. Typical Jay and Frankie banter.

Words: 1,574

Summary: Jay's leg is injured, and she's struggling to orgasm. Frankie tries to help her but ends up with the short end of the stick. Or does he?

”That’s it, that’s the spot...!”

Jay is writhing under Frankie’s tongue, uninjured leg struggling against the sheets, the other with the bandage around the thigh resting over Frankie’s shoulder. He’s working her clit with broad strokes of his tongue, two fingers knuckle deep inside her pussy, massaging that spongy spot that’s making her good leg twitch.

”Oh God...”

He loves that he can conjure these sounds out of her, loves how her body reacts. Loves her, how turned on she is, how wet her pussy is, how good she smells. The way she tenses up just before her climax, her head thrown back, hands fisting into his hair when she wails, pussy squeezing his fingers, thigh muscles twitching. It’s glorious every time. It never gets old.

Tonight, however, that high doesn’t come. Jay keeps teetering on the edge, moaning and moving against Frankie’s mouth, but even when he sucks her clit in between his lips, and pushes his fingers against her spot, nothing happens.

”Almost,” she keens, but she doesn’t get there. After a couple more climbs that result in nothing, he senses a change in her. He glances up, seeking eye contact, but her eyes are pressed shut, and there’s an annoyed line between her brows. He doubles his efforts, nearly spraining his tongue in the process, but it doesn’t help: Jay has stopped moaning, and is just breathing heavily. Her pussy tightens, and she hisses.

”Fuck, Frankie, stop.”

He stops immediately, pulling out his drenched fingers and placing his hand gently on her good thigh.

”Jay?”

A frustrated sigh. ”I’m good, I mean, it’s my leg.”

”We can try another position,” he suggests softly, but Jay shakes her head.

”It’s not going to help. My fucking clit is going to fall off.”

”Painkillers? A break?”

”Fuck!” She sits up quickly, grimacing at the strain in her injured leg.

”Careful,” Frankie asks, but Jay’s already moving towards the edge of the bed.

”I’m so fucking tired of this!”

”Where are you going?”

She doesn’t answer, but starts half limping, half hopping on one leg out of the bedroom, stark naked. If it wasn’t going to cost him his balls, Frankie would’ve laughed, because it looked quite funny. But he doesn’t laugh, only gets up, adjusts his hard cock in his underwear with a scowl, and follows her.

Jay’s reached the bathroom, and is splashing water in her face. Wearing a sympathetic face, Frankie leans against the doorframe and waits for her to say something. She wipes her face dry, throws the towel to the side, and then meets his gaze. He sees the frustration in her, knows her well enough to recognize her temper immediately, but he remains unphazed.

”What?” she barks.

”You okay?”

”No, I’m fucking not okay.”

”How can I help?”

”Stop being so fucking helpful all the time, because you can’t help with this!”

Frankie rolls his eyes. ”Yeah, sure, I’ll just leave you here, naked and in pain, and let you figure it out on your own.”

That shut her up. She wasn’t expecting that. Frankie steps into the bathroom.

”We’re a team,” he reminds her practically. ”Whatever difficulties one of us has, we face them together. Okay?”

She’s glaring at him in a way that she only does when she knows that he’s right. He can’t keep from smiling.

”Don’t tease me,” she warns him, but lets him lean in for a light kiss.

”I wouldn’t dare, baby.”

He lets her taste herself, her rich salty-earthy flavor that he loves so much, and her hands come to his chest, fingers digging into the flesh slightly.

”Frankie,” she murmurs against his lips, ”it’s just so hard for me to cum.”

”I know, baby,” he soothes her, passing his hand over her short-cropped hair. ”It’s okay, baby. We don’t need to do that.”

”But I fucking want to do that!” she exclaims, taking a step back. Forgetting she only has one good leg, she wobbles, and has to grab Frankie’s arms to stay upright.

”Fuck,” she spits. ”See? Fucking useless piece of shit leg.”

”Cursing at it won’t make it better,” Frankie sighs.

”Yeah? Will it make it worse?” Jay’s stare is challenging him to contradict her. He shakes his head, sighs, and then lifts her up.

”Hey!”

”Calm the fuck down,” he tells her as he marches her back to the bedroom. He feels like throwing her onto the bed, but lays her gently on it instead.

”Now,” he tells her sternly, before she can protest, ”you’re going to suck my cock, because at least one of us is cumming tonight.”

She stares at him in shocked silence for a moment before shooting up and drawing a deep breath.

”How fucking dare you? I know your dick is big but how the fuck do you have the balls to say that to me? I am fucking struggling here, and all you’re thinking about is getting off? Fuck you!”

”You’ve said it yourself many times: you don’t always need to cum when we have sex,” he tells her smugly.

”And you’re quoting me back at me when I’m mad at you?” Jay raises her voice. ”What a fucking convenient thing to say!”

”You’re mad at me?”

”Can’t you fucking tell? Fuck yeah I’m mad at you!”

”Good,” Frankie states. ”It’s better you’re mad at me than at yourself.” He sits down next to her. ”I can take it. But you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself because of what happened to you, baby.”

She stares at him, dumbfounded for once, before a chagrined smile spreads on her face.

”You asshole.”

”I know. Sorry.” He has the decency to look ashamed, but only for a moment. Instead, he takes Jay’s hand and raises it up to his lips for a kiss.

”Talk to me, baby.”

She sighs deeply. Now that the immediate anger is out of her system, she can take a moment to choose her words.

”I’m in pain,” she mutters, telling him what he already knows. ”I’m bored, I have too much energy, I’m stressed, and it’s hard for me to orgasm. And I don’t know what to do about any of it.”

”I don’t either,” he admits, ”But I’m sure some of those things will get better with time. You haven’t been home for barely two weeks.”

She scoffs, but he can see that she knows he’s right.

”I know,” she tells him, to his surprise. ”It’s just... hard.”

”I know, baby.”

Jay leans against him, one arm going around his middle. She feels softer now, more relaxed. The line between her brows in gone, and she only looks tired.

”Thank you,” she says quietly. ”I know I’m a bitch to be with right now. I appreciate your patience.”

”It’s not a problem,” he promises her, because it truly is not. ”I love you, Jay. I’ll do anything for you.

”I love you too.”

”Now,” she purrs, nuzzling his neck as her hand slides over his thigh to his crotch. ”About that dick-sucking...?”

”Yeah?” he hums. He had gone mostly flaccid during their talk, but now his cock jumps eagerly against her hand. Jay rubs it gently through the underwear, teeth grazing Frankie’s neck.

”You don’t have to...” he reminds her with a soft groan.

”I want to.”

She makes him lie down and take his underwear off before positioning herself so that she can comfortably suck him off.

”Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he lets her know when she takes his entire length down her throat, before pulling back, spittle hanging from her lips as she gasps for air. She does it again, bobs her head to move her mouth up and down his length, one firm hand around the root, the other fondling his balls.

”God, oh shit, Jay, baby, I’m so close,” he whines when his balls start to tighten, the pull in his groin as tight as a bowstring. ”Fuck, fuck, fuck, ah – ah!”

She reads his signs correctly. The second before the string breaks, she stops, releasing him to cum with no further stimulation, his high broken, his orgasm ruined.

”Fuck,” he gasps, running his hands through his hair in frustration. ”Fuck, Jay, what the fuck?”

”That’s what it feels like?” she shrugs, but she’s smirking like only she can. ”More or less.”

”Vete a la mierda...” He’d laugh at her balls if it wasn’t for how frustrated he feels. ”That could’ve been such a good one.”

”Shit happens.”

He grabs her hand and pulls her down next to him. Her innocent smile isn’t convincing, but she accepts his kiss.

”You’re a terror,” he tells her seriously.

”Just now you told me nothing’s a problem when it comes to me being problematic.”

”Are you quoting me back at me...?”

”I would never, I’m not that petty.”

”Of course.”

They smile at each other, secure in their knowledge of each other.

”Frankie?”

”Jay.”

”Wanna have another go at it?”

He raises a brow to let her know she needs to elaborate.

”Making me cum.”

”You think you can?”

”I don’t know, but I kinda feel I owe you a proper orgasm.”

”Feeling bad now, are we?” he teases her, and Jay slaps his arm playfully.

”I just happen to like being creampied. And since you just came, you’re going to have to work for it.”

His cock twitches at the thought.

”Lie on your side,” he tells her. ”I’ll grab the wand.”

#frankie morales #jay and frankie #frankie morales x ofc #triple frontier fanfic #my fic

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 2 years

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Melody : Otona Blue

February Filth Fest Special

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: i'm such a baby for these two i had to write more.i was giggling like crazy while writing this. happy(now late) valentines <3

"Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days?" -Otona Blue

✫彡wordcount: 7k

(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: smut w plot, yandere, story extension

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: ONLY FOR THIS CHAPTER ; the smut hinted at in 'Otona Blue's main story (you don't have to read that story to understand but i'd really appreciate it because it's my all time favorite), build up and plot because i love them sm but also lots of smut like so much smut, emotional vulnerability, yandere tendencies, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior) — first time together, hickeys, making out, dry humping, hand&blow job, throat fvck, spit as lube, spit in general, cum eating, masturbation, fingering&cunilingus, literally so needy, discussing saftey and consent&contraceptive(YAY!), cream pie, praise, multiple orgasms, crying very very briefly — after care and short epilogue — there is definitely typos i'm sorry

ヾ(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs: Close by Han Jisung - "You, who's shining among countless people. You became clearer bit by bit and now I can only see you."

Kiss Me Until My Lips Fall Off by Lebanon Hanover - "I've tried everything to block out the pain, but it just seems to haunt me in every possible way. Kiss me until my lips fall off."

You're All I Want by Cigarettes After Sex - "We fucked so hot it left me faded. For all you are, you're all I want. There is no other love, it's only yours."

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

Otona Blue tags: @thatswhywerefever

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"You look fancy." Kai mentions as he pauses at Hiyyih's open door. You chose to get ready there, because she had many more shades of makeup than you did (and as you said twelve times, definitely not because you were nervous for your date with Yeosang and needed her to calm your nerves).

It was a simple one, that you had planned. Just to go down to the instrumental store a little outside of town and pick out some new sheet music, maybe spend some time learning it together.

"Fancy? Hiyyih, I'm not supposed to be fancy!"

She looks up from her phone and gives Kai a death stare. "I've been spending the past two hours getting her to calm down, look at what you did. You went and sent her into a spiral!" He chuckles as he comes into the room, sitting at the double bench next to you and inspecting you closer in the mirror.

"Where are you going?"He asks, taking a small sip of his drink.

"Yeosang and I have a date," you state proudly, wiping away the dark shade of lipstick and picking up the shoebox filled of you and Hiyyihs shared collection.

"No shit! Since when?" He's slightly shocked, to say the least. When he approached Yeosang undercover, he seemed like a shut-in. "Damn, Hiyyih was right. When does that ever happen? Ow!" He slaps her foot away as she kicks him, leaning into you and cowering from his little sister.

"It's our second date," you smile fondly, looking over at the clock on the pastel wall. "And he'll be here in like ten minutes?! Oh, no, no. Hiyyih, I can't do it! I should call and canc-"

"Not on my watch!" She stands up, snatching the box and dumping it on the bed in her place. "You will not cancel your date with Kang Yeosang because you can't find the right shade of lipstick! That man is in love with you, and I won't let you ruin this for me."

"For you?" You ask with kitted eyebrows.

"Yes for me! I have to live vicariously through you, so get your cute dress out of the top of my closet before I beat you silly."

Kai laughs, standing to get said dress for you. You take a sip of the smoothie he leaves behind sneakily and offer it up to Hiyyih, who holds back a laugh and turns back to the pile of makeup. You set it back where he left it and fix up your hair one last time as he turns around with the dress. "Think it still fits? When was the last time you wore it, might have outgrown it by now."

"Psh," you chuckle, taking it and laying it next to the pile as he turns to face away. "You know your track shorts from twelfth grade and they still fit?"

"Yeah?"

"This dress is my track shorts. It always fits, it's my fashion soulmate. Zip me up?" He help you zip it the rest of the way and makes you do a twirl for the both of them. "See? S'Like my glass slipper, but it's a dress I got from the Goodwill."

The three of you let out a laugh, and Hiyyih slaps a gloss into your hands. It's a pretty pink, and it goes well with both your dress and your complexion. "This one."

"Are you s-"

"Yup!"She pushes you to sit at the bench and leans over one of your shoulders, Kai hunching over the other as the watch you apply the gloss. "Jesus, feel like a beauty pageant princess with over bearing parents."

"You are, now chop-chop. We've got four minutes 'till noon and that psycho will probably be right on time." You go to scold her for calling him a psycho when your phone dings with a special message tone. You yell, and so does she. Kai looks on in confusion as the two of you grab each other.

"Oh my god!" He comes to the realization, rolling his eyes slightly. "He has his own ringtone? I don't even have my own ringtone!" He swipes up the phone and unlocks it with the same password you've had since middle school. "Yeo," he sing-songs, "blue heart emoji. Wow. He gets a heart emoji, I'm kind of hurt, (Y/n)."

"Don't be dick," Hiyyih yells at the same time you ask what he said.

"I'm a few minutes away, he said. With a blushing smiley face." The two of you freak out, Hiyyih scrambling to the dresser and grabbing the necklace she placed out for you as you grab at Kai's sleeves and mumble incoherently.

"It's just a smiley face, damn!"

"You don't get it," she speaks as she drapes the jewelry over your neck. "It's not just a smiley face. When was the last time you sent someone a blushing smile emoji unironically?"

He thinks for a moment as he picks up a handful of makeup and drops it back in the box. "When I was trying to flirt with - oh my god! He's totally in love with you! My baby's growing up so fast," he fakes a pout, yelping as you smack his shoulder.

You unscrew the cap of the gloss and apply it with a shaking hand, smacking your lips lightly and smiling at your reflection. "See? Looks perfect! Right, Kai?"

He nods, sipping his drink as he inspects you."I think you look great. He's going to be on his knees,(Y/n)."

"You think so?"

"Know so!" The siblings chime, and Hiyyih messes with you hair mindlessly trying to fix it even though it's as perfect as can be.

You give her a big smile in the reflection and thank her. The smile is replaced with a look of terror as the door bell rings. Kai, funnily enough, is the first one to dash out of Bahiyyihs room and to the door.

"Hey!" You hear him greet as you whisper-yell at her to kill him after you leave. "C'mon in. Yeosang, right? She'll be right out."

You can feel your heart beating in your throat. You don't know why you're so nervous. It's just Yeosang. You've known him for almost five months. You've already been on a date with him. Two, if you counted the one time he came over and burnt made homemade pizza with you.

"You got this, sister. You don't have to be so nervous," she shakes you by your shoulders and tells you to, "snap out of it."

When you round the corner with Hiyyih, he doesn't even notice that she's there. All his attention is on you. He hasn't seen you for a few days and by God he missed you. You look so pretty and soft and you've clearly done yourself up to impress him.

"Hi."

"You look nice."You say as you take in his shaggy mullet, straightened down his neck. He has on a few dainty necklaces and a ring on his thick middle finger.

"You too, Petal." You hear Hiyyih squeak from her spot beside Kai, and your look over yours shoulder and give her a side-eye.

"We'll be on our way!" You grab Yeosang by his hand and all but drag him out of the Huening residence. You mumble a sorry about their weird behavior and pull him along as he laughs.

You had successfully completed your trip to the musical supply shop and made your way back to his apartment, now sitting down at the table with him as he flips through the book of songs.

"What about that one, do you know it? I've heard it a few times." You stop him at a particular song, tapping on the title.

"No, I haven't. Should I learn it?"

"I bet it would be beautiful," you smile at the thought, and he asks you to go and grab his violin from his bedroom. You've only been to his apartment thrice before, and it somehow means something to you that he trusts you to go into the place which is most him.

You grab the case from the chair in-front of his small desk and smile down at the picture he has of you and himself, taken by Soobin. It was taken after the concert, and he couldn't help himself but place the fond memory somewhere he could easily see it.

"Here you go," you snap it open and slide it in-front of him, besides the book. He offers you a smile and a forehead kiss, giggling as you pout when he pulls away.

"Will you warm up my fingers?" He asks shyly, but he knows you will. It's become a sort of tradition between the two of you. You take up his hand in both of yours and rub his highest knuckle gently.

"What did you think of the store?" You make small talk as you go from finger to finger, crouching beside his chair to get a good grip.

"I liked it. They have a lot. I don't think I've seen so much sheet music in my whole life. And for so many-sorry." He stops himself from ranting as he sees your growing smile.

You look up from his finger with a bit of wide eyes, "oh, my bad. My bad. That was just cute. I barely see you get so excited."

"Cute?"

"Mhm. You're so passionate about music. It's so... endearing? And not like, in the 'that's a weird little quirk that's not weird enough to call it weird but I need to let you know I find it strange way', in the 'oh, wow he's so interested in this and it's so refreshing to see someone st-"

He stops you with a quick kiss, smiling into your lips. He pulls away, leans back into his seat with a small smirk. "What was that for?"

"Just cute." He mimics your words form before and you drop his hand dramatically. He eyes you in his peripherals as he pretends to read over the notes.

"Yeo," you pout, leaning closer to him. "You can't just tease me like that."

"Can't I?"

"No, you can't! Give me a real kiss, Babe." The nickname slips past your lips before you have a chance to stop yourself. "Sorry, was that ok-"

He slips off his chair and falls ontop of you, wrapping his arms around you head and pulling you into his chest while you laugh. "Yeo!"

"Oh, Petal," he hums happily, "you have no idea how long I've waited for that!" He grabs your face between his hands and pulls you in to give you an aggressive forehead kiss, making it a point to make a smooching sound as he pulls away.

"Can I have a real kiss, then?"

It's small, almost fleeting. But his lips are so soft and warm against yours. You don't find yourself minding as he pulls away, leaning his forehead against yours. "My beautiful flower."

The next kiss is feverish, much like the one you shared in the library. Softly animalistic in the way your lips mesh together gently, but with the intent to devour one another. The way his tongue pokes out and slides against your lips is new, but you don't mind. You open up your mouth and let him in, moving your head slowly and wrapping your fingers up in his hair as he explores everything his tongue can reach. He moans into the kiss.

This feeling... this feeling. What even is it? He doesn't know and he can't bring himself to care as you maneuver into his lap and bring yourself closer. Just like how it always is: he's filled with a peace he's only ever know when he's with you. But as you start to moan back, that peace is mixed into a pot full of passion.

When you pull away to finally breath, you see the glaze in his eye. It's the darkest and most noticeable it's ever been. And he doesn't bother to blink it away or try to hide it from you. He looks right at you, letting you get a good look at how much you affect him.

"Is it too soon to say I love you?"

"No," you hum, tracing the collar of his sweater.

"I love you," he mumbles as you scoot away from him and stand slowly, leaving him on his knees below you. He looks up and follows your movements as you turn and walk away, making it a point to sway your hips as you look over your shoulder on the way to his bed room. He trips over himself as scrambles to his feet, all but running after you.

You've settled yourself on his bed, facing away as you move your hair out of the way of the tall zipper on your back. "Will you, Yeo?"

"Oh, Petal..." He crawls on the bed and comes up behind you, his hot breath fanning over you. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Im sure. I'm really, really sure." He leaves a short kiss on the back of your neck, reveling in the way you lean closer to his touch as he plants his hand on either of your shoulders. "I wan... I wanna go further. Do you?"

"God, yes, I do." He slides one of his hands to the zipper and slides it down slowly, breath catching in his throat as it rolls past your bra and exposes it. He pulls it as far as it will go and then leans back as you let it pool around your thighs.

"Here," he softly pulls you up and out do the dress, laying you on his soft sheets. He pushes it off the bed and climbs over you, taking in every little detail and committing it to memory.

"You're so beautiful," he admits lowly. He's never seen someone so precious. He would scoop you up and keep you in his pocket if he could. "Could you- can you say it again?"

"Wh- Babe? So you liked it? That's okay?"

"Yes, yes," he whispers, holding you closer. "It's okay, it's so okay, Petal."

"Babe?" You test it out, grinning into his sweater. He purrs contentedly, stroking his hand up and down your side.

You stay there for a moment, basking in each others hold until you whisper. "Can I... Can I give you a hickey?" He grabs onto your hips in shock, looking down at you to see you staring at his neck like a sort of predator.

"What?" He needs to make sure he hears you correctly. There's no way you just out and said that... right?

"Please, Yeo. I want to give you a hickey."Yeosang has officially lost his self control, opening gawking at you as he bites his lip and thanks God he chose to transfer to your class all those months ago.

"You wan- You want to give me a hickey?"You nod, dragging your hands around his hips and caressing the small of his back. "You drive me crazy, Angel. You know that?"

You smirk up at him with a new found confidence. No body has ever shown so much unfiltered love and admiration towards you. Yeosang is the first who's ever loved you enough to stand up for you (besides they Huenings, but they stood up for everyone). He's the first person you've felt so deeply about. And you want to show him off to the world.

He straddles over you, knees on either side of your thighs and hands on the pillow besides your head. Your hands grab the edge of his sweater and you look up at him. "You can give me one, too."

He all but tears his top from his body, leaning back as he throws it to give you a view of his toned body. "Can I touch you?" You ask, nervous now that he's finally in front of you, now that it's so real.

You've been fantasizing about him for months, not that you would ever admit that out loud. Lusting after your senior before you were even friends? It was strange, sure- but you couldn't help it. Yeosang had burrowed his way into your mind since you handed him his book that very first day.

"Yes, touch me..." he looks down, eyes dark as they track your every move. "Touch me, please. Don't make me wait any longer, Petal." He's been wanting this for months. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud. Ever since he switched classes and accidentally sat in your seat. Chasing after your junior? Doing anything for her? Threatening people to stay away from her before you'd even kissed? He knew it was unhealthy. But he didn't care.

He really didn't care as your hands finally made contact with his stomach and roamed up slowly, avoiding his nipples and gently scratching down his shoulders. "You're so pretty, Yeosang."

The sound of his name falling past your lips makes him hold back a shiver, smiling down at you. "My pretty boy," you speak lowly, like you didn't even mean for him to hear it. But he did. And it lit the sparks in his stomach fully ablaze.

"Your pretty boy?"

"Huh?"

"I'm your pretty boy?"You can feel your face heating up, but you don't let it deter you as you lean up and wrap your arms around him and feel his smooth back. "Am I?" He asks, voice tight.

"Yes. My pretty boy...all mine." You claim before pulling him back down with you and latching your lips onto his neck.

He lets out a sigh, melting onto you and propping himself up on his forearms as he elbows give out. "God, oh my god." His voice is frenzied, wavering as he reaches his fingers out and catches your head in them.

You detach from his jugular with a little wet pop, smiling in bliss as you see the small mark that's forming from just the small amount of work you did. "More, Baby," he whispers into the pillow, breathing heavily as he tries to control himself. "Want more."

You comply, leaving opened mouth kisses all over the side of his neck and latching onto a spot just below his ear when he lets out a small moan. He tests the waters with a small grind down on your core, and when you moan against his neck and wrap your legs around his hips, he doesn't dare stop. You suck and suck away at his smooth skin, nibbling gently. He moans quietly into the pillow,rolling his hips lightly into yours as his blood rushes down.

Your tender biting makes his brain fuzzy, and he can't help but sigh contentedly as you continue rubbing up his back as you leave your marks. His heart is racing out of his chest, and he's shocked you haven't heard it with how close to his pulse you are. Your hands settle just above his hips, smirking as you slide one between you and dip your finger tips just into his jeans. "Fuck, fuck, please."

"Take them off, Babe," You whisper as you breath heavily onto his neck. The way your hot breath hits the cool saliva on his neck and the new nick name, it all makes his body feel light. He hurries away from you and stands up, unbuttoning his pants and kicking them away to get back to you as quickly as possible.

You smile at his eagerness, sitting up with your legs folded under you. He joins you again, copying your stance right infront of you as he smiles at you. He cups your cheeks and smooshes them together as he leans in and kisses you. Short and sweet.

"I want you so badly."

Your skin heats up at his confession, sucking in a breath before you even think of responding. "You got me."

He turns and hangs his legs off the side of the bed, then grabs you and leads you to sit on his lap, grinning up at you. "I got you," he says- like he can't believe it. "My flower, I got you." He laughs in disbelief, kissing down your jaw. "All mine." He licks a stripe up from you collar bone, making you shiver. "All fucking mine."

He wraps his lips on your skin and sucks harshly. You whine, grabbing onto his hands as they rest on your thighs at either side of him. His lips keep their suction as he parts his teeth, swirling his tongue around on your hot skin.

"Ah, Yeo!" You grind your hips down on him, groaning as the small button on his boxers grazes over your covered clit. You continue to mumble, drifting into meaningless nonsense as he slides his hands and grabs your ass through the fabric of your panties. His touch only serves to make you more and more worked up, grabbing his shoulders and digging your nails into them. He groans into your neck, pulling away to lean his head back in ecstasy while you swirl your hips on his covered cock.

You take the opportunity and weave you lips into his, smiling as you swallow up all of his small moans. You steady yourself with one hand on his shoulder as the other reaches between you. You take the button between your thumb and index, pulling away to look at him.

He says nothing, only nods and bites his lip as you slide the button undone. It's a bit strange to you, unfamiliar as you take him out and glance down. You never did anything like this with your past partners. But they weren't Yeosang. And you wanted to spend as much time as much time as you can with him. You want to be as close as possible. You want to become one with him.

When he notices your unsure of what to do, he takes your hand and brings it up to his mouth, letting spit dribble into your palm as you watch intently. He holds the back of your hand and wraps both of your hands around his girth.

He openly shivers at the feeling, and you can't help the small smile the tugs at your lips as you watch him closely. He mumbles under his breath, and you can't quite catch it. You lean forward and connect your foreheads, kissing his lips gently and pulling away quickly to get his attention.

He opens his eye and moans at the sight of you, hand tightening around yours over his dick. He keeps one hand planted firmly just behind him to keep him upright as you lick your lips.

"Just like this, Baby. Okay?" You nod with a small smile and lean into his hand as he wraps it in you hair.

You continue just how he showed you, sliding your hand over him with just as much pressure he left you with. His chest rises and falls heavily, eyes dropping as he keeps his gaze on you.

"So good," he praises, fueling the fire in your gut as he strums his thumb across your jaw. You break your eye contact and look down, getting a good view of him as your hand slides up and down slickly. He's big, but not intimidatingly so. He has a long, thick vein on the side of it which branches out. Your hands slows as you inspect it, feeling his breaths against your face.

You withdraw your hands and he watches your thumb run over it. "Oh my - God!" Your mouth waters at the sight of him twitching, cunt leaking as you hear his moans. You haven't been this worked up in your life.

"Can... I can- uh."

"What, Petal?" He asks softly.

"I want to suck you."Your low eyes meet his, wide once again.

"O-okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah- yes, Baby, yes."

You slip off of his lap and kneel between his legs, reaching up and grabbing the elastic band of his boxers. He lifts his hips and his heart swells at the way you look at him as you throw them to join your dress. He leans back on his hands, watching as your tongue falls from your lips. You leave a fat kitten lick from the middle of his length to his leaking tip. He bites back a moan as you swirl your tongue.

"Yeosang," you look up and ask, "do you want to be rough with me?"

"Are you sure?"

You nod enthusiastically. "We can start slow, and if it's too much," you think for a moment, "if it's too much I'll hit you a few times. Is that... is that okay? I want to make you feel good, Babe. You can be rough, I can take it for you."

"I don't deserve you, Petal." He scoots to the very edge of the bed and wraps both of his hands in your hair, pulling you up gently to give you a long kiss. "Too good to me." He lowers you back down to your knees and smiles sweetly before he speaks, "open up, Baby."

You drop your jaw as far as it will go, flattening your tongue as he inches his way inside of you. He moans as the warmth of your mouth envelops him, pulling you further and further onto his cock. You grab onto his knees and look up through your lashes to watch his lips part with a sigh.

"Doing so good. So good, Baby." You gag around him and he stops, sliding one hand down to your jaw and massaging gently. When your breathing even out he asks, "ready?"

You tap on his leg gently, following his lead as he buries his cock in the depths of your throat. He sighs deeply, committing the view to memory. "Fuck, Baby."

The tip of your nose presses against his smooth pelvis. Your lips stretched out around the base of him. One hand dipped in your panties, toying with yourself. Closing your eyes only to snap them back open and focus on him.

You must be a God. You have to be. You are.

His God.

"Look so pretty. My pretty girl."You swallow around him and he nearly ascends. "Oh, fuck!" He holds onto your hair tightly as you twirl your tongue around as much as you can. He uses it as leverage to pull your head back just a small bit, before slamming his tip to the back of your throat. You sputter around him, moaning and gagging and making a mess.

He continues to buck his hips into your warm, wet mouth, nearly panting as he uses his hand wrapped up in your hair to pull you closer. Your spit slide down your chin, soaking his underwear and making his shiver.

When your close your mouth just a fraction of an inch, the edges of your teeth scrape against his veins and he has you pull you away frantically.

You swallow thickly, rubbing his thigh. "Why'd you stop?"Your rasp, soothing the indents on his thighs.

"Gonna cum," he moans with eyes closed, mouth parted.

"Can I taste it?"

"Fuck, oh my God!" His arms give out as your words float around his mind, laying flat and moaning loudly as you wrap your hand around him. He feels like he could cry as you take his tip and suck it like it's the sweetest lollipop in the world.

"Ah- Oh, fuck!" He has a death grip on the sheets as you work him with one hand and slide the other up his clenching stomach. "Oh, please," he whispers, teetering on the edge of pure bliss. "Baby, please, don't stop. Don't stop! Fuck!"

It feels like he's died and gone to heaven as you continuously swallow up his release, moaning as the warmth settles in your belly. A string of broken curses leaves his mouth as he's dunked into a tank of pure pleasure. He needs you more than he needs oxygen. He doesn't bother to pull you away until it physically hurts.

"Fuck, Petal..." he huffs out, guiding you up and wrapping his big arms around you to pull you flat against his heaving chest. "So good." He feels almost numb, floating on a cloud of peace that only you can provide. It's the welcome feeling you always offer him, but it's multiplied by a hundred. Any doubt, any worry, any voice nagging in the back of his head- all of it is gone as you kiss him and let him taste himself on your swollen lips.

"I love you." He prays, eyes closed: that he will never have to live another day without you.

"I love you, Yeosang." Your voice is slightly hoarse, raw with both emotion and dryness, and your words make his heart skip multiple beats. He opens his eyes and sees yours right above him.

It's the first time you ever said that to him. He said it everyday. All day. Ever since he confessed to you. And to hear his words returned in earnest makes every thought fly away from his mind. He flips your positions and pulls you to the edge of the bed, reversing your roles from just a moment ago. He kneels in front of you like you are a precious, breathtaking, art.

"Please, please, let me make you cum, Baby. Let me eat you out, please!" He seems more desperate than you are, grabbing the little lace edge of your panties and begging for you to let him tear them away.

"Ye-" the second a single sound of confrontation falls past your lips, he has the garment thrown far away and has his mouth wrapped around your weeping cunt.

He dives right in, eyes closed in pure joy as your slick coats his tongue. He swallows it down like he's dying of thirst, with his mouth wide open, scooping up as much as he can with his tongue.

"Holy shit, Yeo!" He steadies himself by lifting the back of your thighs onto his shoulders, letting your legs dangle on his back as he pulls you inhumanly close. "D-don't stop, please!"

He would never dare. He hums into you and it brings you to a mumbling mess. He forces his eyes open as he places a finger at your entrance, watching for any signs of discomfort as he presses them in slowly. But all his finds is unfiltered pleasure as your back arches up and you throw your head to the side.

He moves it in and out slowly, giving it a few good moments before his middle finger joins it. When his palm connects to your dripping core, he can feel you clench around them. He curls them inside of you, smirking against you as your arms spread out beside you, one gripping at his pillow and the other at the end of his blanket.

When he spreads his fingers out inside of you, you nearly faint. Holding back a scream and looking for anything to hold onto as your hips jerk. Your fingertips find his pillow and bring it to your face, screaming into it to muffle yourself for the sake of his neighbors. He laughs against your cunt, pulling away with heavy breaths to speak, "is it that good, Petal?"

"Yeah," you groan from below the pillow, "so fucking good, Yeosang." His cock twitches to life between his folded legs as he hears your muffled praise. He knows exactly what you said, but he asks anyways, "what? Does it feel good, Baby?"

"Yes! Please, keep going, Babe! It feels so good, s' so good, I love it!" Content with the praise you've flooded him with, he slips his mouth lower. The tip of his tongue joins his eager fingers and his nose rests against your clit, making you moan every time he moves his head on the slightest.

You mind is gone by the time you realize. He's about to be the first man to ever make you cum. Wether its because you're so emotionally attached to him, or the way he's so feral to please you, you have no idea.

"Yeo!" You cry out, legs gaining a mind of their own and wrapping around his head. He doesn't complain, nor would he if he could. He only leans closer and looks up to watch your chest rise and fall violently as your reach your peak.

When he gets the first taste of it, he hums contentedly and it breaks the wall holding you back. You cum, and you cum hard. You subconsciously toss the pillow away from your face to get more oxygen and you meet his eyes- it feels like you cum again before it's even over as you see his eyes peeking out from being buried in your pussy. His pupils have completed taken over his brown eyes. His beautiful, shaggy blonde hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat. His hands dig into your thighs, the cold metal of his ring brings you back to Earth as you're tempted to float away.

You suck in a small breath and slump onto his bed, completely fucked out. His fingers leave you with lewd noise, and you can barely watch as he sucks them clean without combusting. When he's had his fill from there, he turns his attention back to your cunt as it drips slick onto his knees and slides to the floor. He kitten licks as gently as he can, holding your hips still as they twitch and writhe.

"Yeo, s'too much!" He pulls away with a small smile and climbs over you, "taste so good, Petal. I could get addicted if we aren't careful."

He scoots you up so that you lay in the middle of his bed, albeit sideways and with your feet dangling off the side. You swallow thickly, biting your lip as you look between you and see how hard he is. You know you want to keep going, and it's clear he does as well. But you can't take it just yet. So you grab onto his neck gently and bring him down to your face, face burning hot as you stick out your tongue and lap at his chin, cleaning up your own arousal.

He has to catch himself from falling straight onto you, making both of you laugh lightly.

"You want me to clean you up, Babe? I made such a mess on your face, m'sorry." No, you aren't. That was the best orgasm you've ever experienced. You can still feel your clit buzzing between your legs.

He hums in response, wrapping his arms around your head and letting you lick his chin, his jaw, his cheeks, his nose.

You smile up at him with your mission accomplished and push his hair back out of his face."Want you to fuck me now."

Again, he finds himself shell shocked. He wants nothing more than to oblige and fuck you silly. But he asks first, "are you on the pill?"

You stretch out your arm and show him the little bump on the inside of your bicep, "implant. Do you want to use a condom anyways?"

"No, do you?"

"Fuck, no. I want to feel you as close as possible."

"Good Jes- Baby, dotn talk like that, we'll never leave this room if you keep this up." He slides his hands to your thighs and spreads them, pumping his cock a few short times before he inches his way into you.

"Tell me of you want to stop," he whispers as he holds your hands at your hips, slowly sinking into you and stretching you out deliciously.

"Don't," you moan, licking your legs around him, "don't you dare stop." When his hips finally collide with yours, you both can't help the pornographic moans that rip though you.

You fit together so perfectly. Like no body has ever fit together before, like you must be the first to be so undeniably perfect for each other. Your warm, gummy walls hug him so beautifully, he fears he might go mad without you after feeling you so intimately. The tip of his cock rests right up on a spot that makes you feel dizzy. It feels so right. And so, so, so good. "Give me more, Babe."

He starts a languid, almost massaging pace, grinning like an idiot as he rests his head besides yours. "Why're you looking at me like that," you manage to ask between your deep breaths.

"Fucking love you." He states simply, letting go of your hands to caress your jaw. "And you feel so good." He kisses your shoulder, rolling his hips. "Can't believe I've got you all to myself." He draws out and pushes back in quicker, making you grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in deeply. "I'm so fucking lucky."

He stops as he sees your tears welling up. "Did I hurt you?"

"No! God, fuck," you wipe the wetness away aggressively, going back to holding him quickly. "I'm just so happy. I love you. I do." The tears you had just wiped away come back to mess with you. Yeosang wipes them away, cursing them for blurring your beautiful eyes. The kiss is soft. Almost ghostly in the way your lips graze together. "Keep going."

You wrap your arms around his back and latch on- legs and arms now keeping him close as he resets a tender pace. "Feels so good," you mumble against his lips, smiling as his forehead rests against yours. "Love it, love your cock."

He can only moan in response, lifting your shoulders gently to wrap his arms around them. Your chest presses against his, nipples pressed together and making the both of you groan at the friction. "Faster, Sangie." Before he even has a moment to register the new nickname, his hips respond for him, picking up the pace and building up a rhythm until his all but pounding into you. "Fuck, ye-yeah!"

He groans into your neck, eyeing the forming hickey. The next noise that comes from him makes your lists clench around him. He growls. "My Petal." "My girl," he speaks softer. "My fucking girl."

"M' gonna cum, Sang."

"Wait for me, Angel. Can you?" He looks up and you swear you see the Devil behind his lustful eyes.

He must be a Devil. He has to be. He is.

Your Devil.

"Yes, yes, I- ah!" Your hands find their rightful place on his shoulders, digging into the indents you've already left and making him hiss. You bite your lip, closing your eyes as your orgasm gets closer and closer with the way he's fucking you to another universe.

"Let me hear you, Baby."

"C-" Whatever words on your tongue fall short, cut by your loud moans as he reaches down and swirls on of his fingers around your sensitive clit.

"I can't, Yeo! I'm goi- fuck! I'm gonna cum, please, please," you grab at his head wildly, bringing his face right up to yours, "cum inside me. I want it! Want it so bad, Sangie!"

His unoccupied hand grabs yours and that's all you need to gush around him, cunt clenching and unclenching. Pulsing around him, trying to pull him inside you and make him apart of you. He releases deep inside of you, whimpering and closing his eyes as you cradle his face. You both stay there for what feels like hours, but in reality must have been only a few minutes.

When he pulls away, your legs fall limp and you groan at the ache in your hips. The warmth of his cum dripping out of you makes you shiver in his arms as he curls up next to you. You place your hand over his which rests on your sweaty stomach, "I love you."

"I love you... was I too rough?" He rubs circles on your hip bone gently, reveling in the way he can see his handprint in your skin.

"No, perfect." You lean into his warmth as your adrenaline settles. "Never," you laugh, "never been with some one so good. I feel fucking faded."

He laughs with you, sharing the sentiment and telling you that that's probably the hardest he's ever came. You laugh again, smiling over at him. He leans forward and leaves a quick peck on your lips, acting shyly like he wasn't just balls deep inside of you.

He rubs your hip, leaning in and kissing your neck before you pull his head away by his mullet. "If you get hard again, you're on your own. I love you, but I also love my ability to walk."

He chuckles, nodding. "Told you I'd get addicted, Petal."

"Have a good shower, Baby?" He asks as he hears your padded footsteps behind him.

"Your water pressure is amazing, I might have to move in." You toss fix up your wet hair as you sit across from him at the small table.

The sun is setting behind him through the cracked blinds, casting shadows on him. "Well, I'm not complaining but one Mingi gets home, he's be pissed I've found a new roommate."

He slides you a pair of chopsticks with a smile and takes in your appearance as you eat. You're wearing one of his orchestra shirts as a night gown, towel across your shoulders to catch the drips from your hair. You fumble a bit to get your chopsticks situated and take a big bite of the food he prepared. You look at home. Like you truly belong here infront of him. And you do.

"I love you, Petal."

You smile, swallow you food quickly and speaking as you gather up another bite, "so you've said." You offer him the bite, hand under the chopsticks as you hold it out. He leans in and takes it as you speak, "I love you too, Yeo."

Even if you don't... he'll make it so.

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An Unlikely Encounter

Jake Kiszka x f!reader

Warnings: mentions of vomit/retching, trauma relating to past relationships, profanity, drinking, jealousy, fluffy Jake, angsty Jake

18+, MINORS DNI

TAGLIST: @torniturntomyarrow, @ignite-my-fire, @hollyco

A/N: Thank you all so much for bearing with me whilst I find my groove again! It’s been nice to come back to this after a bit of a break, so as always I hope that you enjoy. ☺️

Chapter 7

You didn’t know how long you’d been in the bathroom, time seemed to pass by unnoticed as you sat in a heap on the cold tile. At one point you remember dry heaving as your body tried to expel every memory, every thought, every single piece of you that rattled around in your bones. You’d cried enough tears over this man to fill the Thames. All the hurt that was bubbling away silently under the surface, now expelling for all to see.

Why was he so intent on ruining your life?

Would it ever end?

You feel a pair of arms circle around your waist, the comforting presence anchoring you in your moment of utter weakness.

“Baby! Baby, what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

You choke on your sobs, not able to respond. Feeling the bile rising once again in your throat, you crawl to the toilet just in time. Reaching up to flush, you slump down against the porcelain, your head in your hands.

“He won’t ever just let me live, will he?” You gasp for air between each wracking sob.

“Who? Tell me right fucking now!” Jake glared, nostrils flaring.

When you don’t respond, he grabs your phone from the sink. He scrolls for a second, then turns back to you.

“Who called you?”

You shake your head back and forth, tears streaming down your face and neck, splashing onto the floor in small, salty puddles.

“Y/N, tell me now.” Jake crawls back towards you, holding you by your shoulders.

“Connor.”

Jake exhales sharply, standing and taking your phone with him out of the bathroom.

“Jake, no!” You plead, trying desperately to move yourself off the floor. Another roll of nausea hits you and you double over, leaning over the toilet bowl once more.

You hear shouting coming from the hall, but the deafening sounds of your rising blood pressure hissing in your ears muffles any detail. Exhaustion crashes over you, hitting you like a freight train. You lean back onto the tile, feeling the world slowly fizzle away into nothingness as the sounds of Jake cursing and screaming slowly dissipate into darkness.

When you wake, you’re tangled in Jake’s soft sheets. You shift your head to the side and spot a bottle of water on the nightstand. Lifting yourself up slowly, you unscrew the cap and take a long sip from the bottle. Realising it’s now morning, you sit yourself up in bed, re-adjusting your eyes to the brightness creeping through the gaps in the blinds.

“Good morning, how are you feeling?”

Jake is perched on an armchair in the corner of the room. He sets the book he’s been reading down to one side and climbs into bed next to you, pulling you onto his chest.

“Better, I think.” You sigh, the trauma of last night creeping back in. “Jake, what happened when I blacked out?”

“I got his number from Kat, called him. He wasn’t expecting it at all. Told him if he ever tried to contact you again I’d fucking kill him.”

“Jake, you can’t! Please, don’t get involved. You’re risking your reputation, the life you’ve built!”

“I’m not letting some scumbag waste of fucking air, piece of shit upset the girl I lo-… my girlfriend!”

“Don’t threaten him, please. I’d love nothing more than to watch you knock ten barrels of shit out of him, but just think for one goddamn second.”

“I’ll speak to Josh, I’m sure we can sort something out that’s… legal. I’m so sorry baby, you don’t deserve this.” He places a soft kiss to your forehead.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, causing you both to flinch. Before you get the chance to move, he’s reaching over.

“It’s Kat.”

“Jake, you don’t need to screen my phone. I’m a big girl.”

“Baby, I know. But your reaction last night scared me, I don’t want you to have to go through that again.”

You peer down at your phone at the text from Kat.

Kat: You up for a visit? Sam and I would love to see you.

You: Please. :)

Kat: Be there in 15!

“Kat and Sam are coming over, hope that’s ok?”

“Yeah of course, I’ll go down and start a pot of coffee.” He smiles and runs his hand gently over the top of your head, pulling you forward slightly once he reaches your crown and nuzzles his forehead against yours. His hair, still slightly damp from the shower you presume he took whilst you were still sleeping, tickles lightly against your cheeks. You breathe him in for a minute whilst you share this deeply intimate moment together, taking in the intoxicating scent of his shampoo. It was earthy on the surface, but with hints of eucalyptus and mint catching you by surprise the longer you inhaled. His eyes find yours and take you hostage, illuminated like the afternoon sun shining through a glass of whiskey. You follow every crease and crinkle of his face, each one a lasting memory bound by happiness, joy, and sorrow. You silently vow to always stop and appreciate moments like these, enveloped in Jake whilst time seems to slow around you. You lean forward and place a soft kiss to the bridge of his nose, feeling it scrunch under your lips as he fights back a smile.

“Keep that up and I’ll never make it downstairs.”

“Go, go. I need to freshen up.” You playfully push him backwards, giving him a wink. You walk into the bathroom and take a quick shower, washing away the trauma from the night before. You dry yourself off and pull on some comfy lounge leggings, then snoop around in Jake’s closet until you find something suitable. Tucked at the back, a long sleeve Paul McCartney ‘Live in Austin’ t-shirt catches your attention. You grab it from the hanger and slip it over your head, then throw your hair into two messy french braids. As you begin to make your way down the stairs, the doorbell chimes. You open the door and are met with a pair of arms frantically pulling you in for a hug.

“There’s my Songbird!” Kat coos into your ear.

“So everyone is calling me songbird now?” You giggle, extending one arm out to beckon Sam into the hug. He excitedly joins in, throwing his arms over the both of you and squeezing so hard you think he might crack a rib.

“Nah, my nickname for you is Sil.” He winks.

“Sil?”

“Yeah, sister-in-law.”

You widen your eyes, eliciting a sharp belly laugh from Sam. Jake comes screeching around the corner, glaring at his younger brother.

“Coffee is ready, get the fuck in and stop causing trouble.”

You all pile into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island and nursing a cup of coffee each.

“How are you doing?” Kat asks, placing her hand onto your arm.

“Yeah, ok. In fact, I’d almost forgotten.” You give her a small smile.

“I’m sorry, I had to ask.”

“It’s fine, I just wish he’d leave me be. It’s like I can’t ever be happy.”

“Fuck him! Don’t let him control your happiness.”

“Yeah” Jake interjects “What is it you said to me the night you got here? They haven’t stolen our happiness, because we’re right here. It’s you and me, nothing is going to ruin that.”

Your eyes well up at the tenderness of Jake’s words. Blinking them back, you take a sip of your coffee to distract yourself.

“So… what I want to know is, why does everyone call you songbird?” Sam quirks his eyebrow and gives you a devious smile.

You freeze up, the subject being one that you found difficult to talk about. Your passion for music was overwhelming, you’d been singing since you could speak and knew all the words to your favourite Spice Girls songs long before you could read. What you hadn’t been blessed with was confidence, especially not as an adult. Those years of performing for your family members were way behind you, your crippling stage fright and fear of judgement ripping your dreams viciously from your hands.

“You’ve never heard her sing?”

“Katrina!” You glare.

“What? It’s true, you’re amazing!”

“Wait… so Josh has heard you sing but I haven’t?” Jake furrows his brow, the cogs evidently turning in his mind as he mulls the information over.

You sigh, feeling exasperated. “Yes, but only because I was doing it absentmindedly on FaceTime one evening.”

“Do you FaceTime my brother often?”

“Jake… he’s like my best friend.” You throw your hands up, feeling frustrated at how quickly the conversation seems to be escalating.

Jake laughs under his breath and stands from his seat, then leaves the room without saying a word.

“What the fuck?” Kat shakes her head, looking utterly bewildered.

Sam looks at you, awkwardly biting his lip.

“You had to go there, Sam.” You bury your head in your hands.

“Hey, I had no idea this would happen. I’ll go talk to him.”

“Don’t wind him up even further, please.”

Sam walks out after Jake, but quickly returns. He sits back at the island and grits his teeth.

“Oh god, what?”

“He’s… uh. He’s screaming at Josh.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You push yourself back from the table and march up to Jake’s office, where you find him hurling abuse at his twin down the phone. You rip the phone from Jake’s grasp and hang up, slamming it down onto the desk.

“What in the ever loving FUCK is your problem?!” You screech, your tolerance for the situation evaporating into thin air before you. Your nostrils flare as Jake looks up at you from his chair, stunned by your out-of-character behaviour.

“Josh is my friend. When you weren’t available, he talked to me. It was nice, it was comforting. I don’t sing in front of anyone. Not even my parents anymore. That day I must have felt so comfortable that I forgot my surroundings and when he pointed it out, I was so embarrassed. You guys are in a famous band, Josh is one of the most talented vocalists of an entire generation, I do not have enough confidence in my little toe to do that on purpose. So will you quit acting like a fucking child!.” You feel like you could explode any minute, the fire of your rage engulfing you in its flames. Jake’s face drops and he rises, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back softly. You struggle against him, but it’s no use. Just his touch alone extinguishes your fury, until the dull embers flicker weakly around you.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I reacted out of jealousy, it was stupid. I had no idea.” He soothes you until your body stops shaking, then holds you at arms lengths to look at your face. “I’ve never seen you that angry before, kinda scared me.”

“It’s a… touchy subject. That’s a very vulnerable part of my life that I rarely share.”

“Well, if you ever feel ready to talk to me about it, I’m all ears. I want to know everything about you.”

“Maybe one day. But I will give you some context, he doesn’t just call me songbird because I can sing. I was singing along one of my favourite Fleetwood Mac songs.”

“Ah, Songbird. Makes sense.” He pushes a stray strand of hair that didn’t quite make it into your braid behind your ear, caressing your cheek as he does. “I love my shirt on you, by the way.” He whispers.

“Are you guys done killing each other, or do we need to go?” Sam shouts from behind the door.

“We’re done.” You shout, shooting Jake a grin.

Kat and Sam spent most of the day with you and Jake, drinking coffee and reminiscing. It felt like the world was right again, with your boyfriend, best friend, and Sam by your side. Giggles filled the air as you recounted all of the memories you’d shared together, the atmosphere sickly sweet with nostalgia. As the day turned to night and the moon made its appearance, hanging in the sky like the most perfect opal necklace, you bid your goodbyes to the two of them. Kat enveloped you in a tight embrace, kissing your cheek as she pulled away.

“I love you, gorgeous girl.”

“I love you too, Kitkat.” You beamed.

As you close the door behind them and turn around, you come face to face with Jake. He wore an expression that you couldn’t quite read, prompting you to quirk your eyebrow.

“I umm… have a surprise for you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, come with me.”

You take his outstretched hand and follow him up the stairs, stopping just shy of his office door. You pick up a sweet aroma, a beautifully warm fragrance that wraps around you like a cosy, cashmere jumper. As Jake turns the handle of the door, the intensity of the scent engulfs you, further amplified now that the barrier of the closed door had been removed. It was a woody scent, with notes of freshly cut cedar, but with the radiance of saffron peeking through, as well as the amber that was akin to an embrace by a cherished loved one. Your eyes slowly adjust to the dimly lit room, the flicker of what had to be at least 15 candles providing the only source of illumination.

“So this is where you ran off to earlier…” you breathe.

There is a plush throw spread out in the middle of the room, which Jake guides you over to sit down on. He picks up his acoustic guitar from its stand and joins you, sitting cross-legged in the space opposite. He lets a puff of air out, clearly trying to decide what to say.

“So, you know I told you about the song I was writing for you? It’s not quite finished yet, I’m getting some help from an old friend to put it together. But whilst it’s in the works, and after what you told me earlier, I thought I owed it to you to show you some of my own vulnerability.” He smiles sheepishly.

“Jake, you don’t owe me anything.”

“I owe you everything.”

He takes in a shaky breath, steadying the guitar on his lap.

“Ok, here goes nothing.”

His hands move across the fretboard as he begins to play a song that you recognise almost instantly. The soft melody of the acoustic rings through the room, capturing your heart within the first few chords. You feel a blush creep over your cheeks as you watch his fingers plucking delicately at the strings, his brow furrowed as he concentrates. What happens next is something that throws you completely off guard, as Jake takes in a breath and begins to sing the lyrics to you.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help

Falling in love with you

You don’t realise you’re crying until you feel the warmth of your tears streaming down your face. Jake cycles through the entire song without breaking eye contact, his gaze filled with adoration. You find yourself suspended in time as he sings the heartfelt lyrics to you in his velvety rasp. The sound of his voice cuts through you like a warm knife slicing into butter, melting away your edges until the world around you feels wonderfully blurred. He wasn’t just singing to you, he was speaking to your very soul in the most intimate way he knew how.

As he nears the end of the song, you feel a rush of emotion, compelling you to act on impulse. You squeeze your eyes shut and join him in the last verse, letting your feelings carry your voice from your diaphragm and out into the space surrounding you both.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help

Falling in love with you

You watch as the man before you crumbles, his tears rolling down onto his guitar. You both sit there for a few moments, the silence of your emotions louder than any sound you could possibly make.

“I can’t believe you sang for me.” He whispers, his lip wobbling as he tries to steady his voice.

“I could say the same. Jake, that was beautiful.”

“It’s true, I meant every word. I love you. I think I’ve known for a while. I haven’t ever felt this way for someone, never this strongly. I was too scared to tell you before, I did what I do best and channel it into music. You don’t need to say anything, but I just wanted you to know how I feel about you.”

“I love you too.”

You rise up to meet him in the centre, his hands finding your face. He cups it gently, pulling you in and kissing you. You mirror his actions, slipping your hands up to cradle his cheeks. Your lips move against his in a way they never have before, as if speaking your love for one another into existence has transformed such a simple act of affection into something much deeper. It was almost as if your souls tied together in that very moment, binding you for eternity. You could taste the saltiness of his tears through the kiss, but you didn’t mind at all. You knew the tears that were shed were born of undying love for you, which made them all the more sweeter.

“As if you could get any more perfect, you were hiding the voice of an angel in there too.” He stifles a giggle, the tears still falling as he sniffles. You lift your thumb from his cheek and dab underneath his eyes, then you feel the palm of his hand resting on top of your heart.

“It’s yours.” You smile down at his hand and watch as the droplets roll from your lashes, landing on his knuckles.

He brings your hand down from his cheek and presses it to his chest. “It’s yours, too.”

You spend the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, completely oblivious the outside world. As far as you were concerned, you and Jake were the only two people that existed inside of that moment. No one else mattered. You retreated to his bedroom after a while and fell asleep wrapped tightly in his arms, listening to the sound of his soft breaths.

When you woke, the space next to you was empty. It didn’t take long for the door to creak open, revealing Jake carrying a tray with two lattes and an assortment of pastries.

“Good morning, my love. How did you sleep?” He places the tray onto the foot of the bed, bending down to place a kiss to the top of your head.

“Really well, best sleep I’ve had since I’ve been here.”

“Good. Me too, actually.”

You sip on your coffee, savouring the flavour. “Hazelnut syrup?” You wink.

“Well, it is your favourite. I believe these are also your favourite.” He smirks, handing you a chocolate twist from the tray.

“It is, you know me too well.” You take a bite into your pastry, rolling your eyes back at the taste. Jake chuckles, then reaches over to grab a danish.

“That isn’t your favourite though.”

“Oh yeah, what’s mine then?” He shoots you a playful smile.

“Maple pecan twist.”

“Ding ding, we have a winner.”

“Knew it!” You giggle, patting yourself on your shoulder.

Jake leans over and brings his thumb to your face, wiping it underneath your bottom lip to brush away a stray flake of pastry. His face is inches from yours, the scent of his coffee and the raspberry jam from his danish lingering on his lips. You close the gap, kissing him softly.

“As much as I’d love to stay here and do this all day, I have to go to the studio today. That ok?”

“Of course, I’ll text Kat and see what she’s up to. I’m assuming Sam and the rest of the guys are coming with?”

“Ah, no actually.”

You give him a puzzled look, raising your eyebrow slightly.

“Y’know I mentioned my old friend that is helping me with the song I’m writing for you? Well, he and I have this… project.”

“Project?”

“Yeah, like a side thing. I’ll never leave Greta, but it’s another creative outlet for me. I’m really enjoying it, actually.”

“Ok baby, I’m excited to hear all about it sometime.”

He nods, leaning over once more to place a kiss to your lips. “I’ll be gone pretty much all day, but feel free to do whatever. I’ve left a key by the door for you.”

“Have fun!”

“Thanks beautiful, I’ll see you later. We can get takeout or something? I love you.”

“Sounds great, I love you too.”

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

Once you’re showered and ready for the day, you plop yourself back down onto Jake’s bed and open your phone.

You: Morningggg, are you and Sam busy today?

Kat: Good morning baby g, Sam’s taking me out on a hike with Rose today. Why what’s up?

You: That sounds fun! Jake’s gone to the studio for the day so I was just checking. Hope you both have a great time!

Kat: You’re more than welcome to join us, you know that!

You: Nooo, spend some quality time together. You see me all the time. Take loads of pics for me!

Letting your phone fall down onto the bed, you try to think of ways to busy yourself for the day. You pick your phone back up, ready to Google things to do in the area, when your phone begins to buzz.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Songbird.”

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Joshua?”

“My spidey senses were tingling. So, what do you want to do today?”

“You’re so weird!” You snort, giggles erupting from your chest.

“I prefer the term eccentric. Anyway, you didn’t answer me.”

“I have no idea, what does one do in Nashville?”

“What doesn’t one do in Nashville?” He scoffs.

“That’s not very helpful.”

“I’ll be there in 10.” With that, he hangs the phone up. Your throw your head into your hands, quietly chucking to yourself. This was Josh’s world, you were all just living in it.

True to his word, he was standing outside his white Jeep in the driveway of Jake’s house exactly ten minutes later. It was a fairly warm day for March, evident in Josh’s chosen attire. He was clad in a sand-coloured linen jumpsuit, the short sleeves showcasing his toned arms. His hair was freshly buzzed at the sides, and he wore a dark pair of oversized sunglasses.

“I don’t remember ordering a diva.” You wink.

“Dahling, yew shud alwayes acspect dat wen igt cahms ta yaahs truhly.” He waves his hand at you.

“Damn, and here I thought Elle was in retirement.”

“Nevuh.” He wiggles his finger, then walks over to the passenger side of the car and opens the door.

You slide into your seat and buckle up as Josh takes his spot on the drivers side.

“May I ask where you’re taking me?”

He tilts his head down, peering at you over the tops of his sunglasses perched low on the bridge of his nose. “No, you may not.”

As he begins to reverse out of the driveway, a song comes on over the speakers that you know well. Josh smirks and taps his fingers on the wheel, then turns to you and begins to sing along.

Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down

He extends his right arm out to you, the left planted firmly on the wheel. He balls his fist up, handing you a metaphorical microphone. You decide to play along and begin to sing with him.

It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it

But listen carefully to the sound of your lonelieness

Like a heartbeats drives you mad

By the end of the song, you’re both screeching the lyrics passionately at each other. As it draws to a close, you both begin to giggle.

“I know I’m laughing, but you have an incredible voice, Y/N. You really are a songbird.”

You bury your face in your hands as it turns a violent shade of crimson.

“Hey, none of that! Learn how to take a compliment.”

“Pshhh, that’s rich! I’ve seen you with fans when they call you beautiful.”

“We aren’t talking about me. Seriously though, you should open for us sometime.”

“You’re joking! I can’t sing in front of my closest friends, let alone to a whole arena!”

“You can’t gatekeep that gift! Imagine if I didn’t share mine with the world, there’d be no Greta Van Fleet.”

“You’re so humble.”

“Stop deflecting. We’ll talk about this later, I’m not letting it go.”

Josh’s hand winds around the wheel as he finds a space to park, then hops out and opens your door. He holds his arm out to you and you jump out down onto the gravel, taking it in yours.

“I hope you have your shopping shoes on, cos we’re going thrifting.”

You spend the day going in and out of stores, laughing as Josh tries on the ugliest items from each place you visit. Spending time with Josh has quickly become your favourite past time. You feel like you’ve known him all your life, like two kindred spirits. In your twenty eight years on this earth, only Kat had held such a special place in your heart, but now Josh and Jake were firmly cemented within its walls too. As day turned to dusk, you’re both fed and watered and ready to head back home after a day of fun. As you begin to make your way back to the car, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Jake: Hey baby, I’m really sorry but I’m going to be back later than anticipated. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way home, but don’t feel like you have to wait up. I love you.”

“Everything ok?” Josh asks.

“Yeah, Jake’s just gunna be back later than planned. Sounds like he’s been held up at the studio.”

“Well, if you feel like it, there’s a really cool place just a few blocks from here that I think you’d like.”

“Sure, why the hell not?”

A few moments later, you find yourself at the door of a magenta painted building. You walk in and take a seat at one of the booths, quickly approached by what has to be the most beautiful drag queen you’ve ever seen in your life.

“What’ll it be dolls?”

“Two salty dogs and two tequila shots, please.”

The queen nods and saunters off towards the bar.

“Josh, what the fuck is a salty dog?”

“Only the best drink in the world.”

Shortly after, your drinks are placed on the table in front of you. Josh slides a tequila shot your way, lifting his up and clinking the glass with yours.

“Cheers, my dear.”

“Cheers.”

You knock them back in unison, Josh now scooching the peachy coloured concoction over to you. The glass is rimmed with what you assume is salt, with a rosemary garnish atop. You bring it to your lips, taking a sip.

“Ok, I’ll give you that. It’s good.”

“Am I ever wrong?”

You roll your eyes, opting to not fight him on this one. After a few rounds, you’re both feeling significantly buzzed and very giggly. The sound of music coming to life at the farther end of the venue piques your interest, causing your head to whip around and follow the direction. You spot one of the drag queens stood up on the small stage in the corner, singing along with a mic in hand.

“Joshua Michael Kiszka, I know you didn’t bring me here because you knew there would be karaoke.”

He scoffs, feigning ignorance and throwing his hands up. “You think I purposely suggested this place because I know they have Karaoke nights every Thursday?”

“You little shit.”

He slides another shot over to you. “Be a good girl and drink up, I’ve already queued us a song. Liquid courage.”

You want to argue, but his choice of wording catches you off guard. Be a good girl? You squirm in your seat, feeling momentarily flustered. You knock the shot back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your heart is thundering in your chest, but knowing Josh will be up there with you seems to calm your nerves ever so slightly. After a few songs pass, you hear the pickup of the mic squeak into life.

“Josh and Y/N, you’re up!”

Your head snaps over to Josh, a pleading look in your eyes. “Josh, I don’t think I can.”

“Of course you can, mama. I’ll be right there with you.”

He holds his hand out to you and you reluctantly take it. His thumb rubs across your knuckles, instantly soothing you from the fire raging within your bones. You both make your way up to the stage and are handed a mic each. You can feel your hands shaking as you grip onto it for dear life.

“Y/N, you can do this. I know you can.”

The song begins and you look over to the screen, which reads Take Me Home, Country Roads by John Denver. You let Josh take the first few lines, watching how effortlessly the lyrics roll off his tongue. You decide to come in two lines in, harmonising with him.

Life is old there, older than the trees

Younger than the mountains, growin’ like a breeze

Country roads, take me home

To the place, I belong

Josh then quietens, letting you take the lead for the last two lines of the chorus by yourself.

West Virginia, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

You sing through the rest of the song together, and you find yourself actually enjoying the experience. You immerse yourself fully, letting the music carry you through. By the end of the song, you finally realise that an entire crowd has gathered to watch you. Some even have their phones out, recording the moment. Josh turns to you, clapping furiously.

“Brava, Songbird! You were breathtaking!” He pulls you in for a hug and you squeeze him hard, utterly thankful for the opportunity.

“As were you. Have I told you I love you?”

He pulls back, giving you a look you can’t quite place. “I love you more.”

Suddenly, the crowd begins to shriek Josh’s name.

“I think it’s time we go, I’ve been compromised!” He chuckles.

You stop to greet a few fans, then make your way back to the car. Thankfully, Josh seems sober enough to drive, or you’d have suggested an Uber. You sit in the passenger seat, jiggling your leg along to the music blasting through the car speakers when you feel your phone buzz.

5 missed calls and 3 texts from Jake. Whoops.

You look at the time, which shows 12:18am.

Shit.

As you pull into the drive, you spot Jake standing in the doorway.

“Hey baby, sorry I didn’t notice your calls. How long have you been home?”

“Uhh, around an hour. Go on in, I need to speak to Josh.”

You nod, then turn back to face Josh. “Bye, Joshy. I had so much fun tonight, thanks for keeping me company.”

“My pleasure, Songbird.”

You head inside, shutting the door behind you. As you begin to take your shoes off, you catch snippets of their muffled conversation. You know you shouldn’t listen in, but once you hear your name you can’t help yourself. You press your ear to the door, straining to hear.

“Are you fucking kidding me Josh? Again?!”

“What do you mean again?”

“Guess you haven’t seen all the videos you’ve been tagged in on Instagram then? Or should I say we. You took her to a karaoke bar?!”

“In case you didn’t hear, she had a great time! I’m slowing breaking down her walls, you know how she struggles with her confidence!”

“What is this Josh? What’s your motive here?”

“My motive?!”

“Yeah, your motive. I’m in a good place with her right now, I even- fuck. I told her I loved her last night!”

“Yeah, well I love her too!” Josh raises his voice.

“Not in the same way!” Jake raises his higher, now shouting out into the night.

You hear Josh take an exasperated breath, then he pauses for a moment.

“Yes brother… in the same way.”

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