#can you tell i like whiskey lol

[amekeii]

Criminal Minds Characters as Cocktails pt.2

JASON GIDEON - ABSINTHE absinthe | sugar cube | cold water

ELLE GREENAWAY - SIDECAR cognac | triple sec | lemon juice | orange twist

ALEX BLAKE - CHERRY MANHATTAN rye whiskey | dry vermouth | angostura bitters | maraschino cherry juice

TARA LEWIS - SANGRIA red wine | licor 43 | havana rum | fruits

MATT SIMMONS - YOGURT SOJU lychee soju | yakult | sprite

LUKE ALVEZ - PENICILLINE scotch | honey ginger syrup | lemon juice | candied ginger

PART 1

[writersdrug]

more barman! simon!!!! (ofc you can ignore if it’s too many suggestions lol)

can we see simon flirting with reader a little? especially after he sees she actually got jealous of tabasco!blondie

I feel like he would TOTALLY be a tease flirt.

He likes to get under your skin - not to aggravate you, but he just can't resist making you pout and blush and snap at him. He loves how you're all "tough business" with customers, but with him - your boss - that tough skin turns soft, warm, and easily flushed.

He'll tell you your shirt is inside-out while you're waiting for drinks, laughing when you crane your neck around to look for the tag with a confused expression. Smirks as you whine and complain about him pestering you, grabbing the drinks when he sets them down and storming off to your table.

He doesn't realize it, but he'll find excuses to keep you longer after work (and notices how you're not opposed to spending more time with him outside of your shift). He'll never admit it, but he loves to have you nearby, even if it's because he's assigning you more tasks off the clock. Something like "Price said tomorrow's crowd is gonna be a tough one. Might need ya to stick 'round n' help roll silverware." And you'd happily help, grabbing a sanitized bucket of utensils and a stack of napkins and planting yourself at the bar, chatting his ear off as he carries his shift out.

Pulls the ol' reliable "you're defensive" flirtation move. And you fall for it every time. How can you get out of this one? If you say you're not defensive, then you're being defensive. If you agree with him, then... well, you agree with him. You both yap back and forth like this until you're pulling your hair out, stomping away and telling Simon to kiss your ass (tell him again, and he'd happily do it).

But, what Simon dishes out, he can NOT take.

You'll tell him that his shoelace is untied, twirling a straw in your fingers. The moment he looks down, you shoot the straw wrapper at his head like a blow dart, scampering off and giggling before he can grab you by the strings of your apron. You casually mention that his pub would benefit from a stripper pole on the bar - whether it's for him or for you, he can't decipher, but now he's coughing to hide his groan and desperately trying to think of something other than you on his bartop. You sometimes call him by his title: "Bartender, can I have two whiskey sours?" "Bartender, customer at table four says there's hardly any vodka in their mule." "Bartender, I need you to reach me more napkins on the shelf upstairs. They're too high."

He'll glare at you, staring down over his folded arms, you staring right back with your hands on your hips. (He secretly loves it) He sighs and marches off to get whatever you need, and you smile triumphantly and plant yourself at the bar, waiting for him to return.

He knocks his knuckles against the side of your head when he returns, making you yelp. "Hey! What the fu-"

"'M gettin' you a stepstool, half-pint."

[bratscave]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ — MY LITTLE PRINCESS !

includes. dilf! logan x 23! shy? reader, very lightly implied daddy issues, sexual content! (car pussy eating lol)

You’ve seen Logan here before, countless times, always in that same corner, nursing his drink in solitude. His age should turn you off, it really should but somehow that just got you more intrested, you had been stern on doing something about said-intrest but your fear of talking and interacting with men, held you back.

Tonight, tonight you were going to do it. You were sure of it. With your heart pounding in your chest, you slide off the barstool, your legs feeling a little shaky as you make your way across the room. Each step feels like it takes you all your power, and by the time you reach his table, you’re sure he can hear your heart beating out of your chest.

You pause for a moment, hesitating, before you finally force yourself to speak, "is the seat taken?" your voice was quiet, shaky even, you silently cursed yourself — you had wanted yourself to sound confident, god damn it.

He turns around with a gaze that was so intense, you were sure he was about to fuck you off to go somewhere else, yet he quietly gestured to the seat next to him. You slide into the seat opposite him, your knees brushing logans under the table.

"You're a bit young to be in a place like this," he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly, carrying the weight of all the years he’s lived. There’s a teasing edge to his tone, but also a hint of concern, like he’s trying to figure out what a girl like you is doing in a place like this, with a man like him.

You feel a blush creeping up your neck, but you force yourself to hold his gaze. "Maybe I like being around… older men." Well not the older men around you, him though, very much so. "I'm not that young." you add on, it was true - since when were people in their mid twenties considered, young?

A scoff slips past his lips at your response, though it did pique his intrest. His thumb circled around the glass of his whiskey, you were sure that was at least the fourth one he had, "Not that young, huh? Then how old are you, princess?"

You practically feel yourself grow hotter at the nickname, on it's own 'princess' sounds so endearing, so loving — but with his rough tone, it got this different edge to it. "23," you mumble, obediently at his question.

Logan repeats your age, let's it slip from his tongue losely, makes it hang around the dimly light bar and between you.

"I wonder what your parents would think, princess. If only they knew where their little girl was right now, and who she was with."

You'd actually think he was somewhat concearned if it wasn't for the almost mocking tone in his voice, not like he was making fun of you moreover like he just found this situation and how you were behaving amusing.

The blush intensifies at his comment, you hated how you reacted to him, how your body did too; you didn't want to come of as to shy or inexperienced. that was not the case, well somewhat. Your absent father, certaintly wouldn't care - your mother, maybe but who'd tell her? "I'm not a little girl," you're grown god damn it.

His smirk only grew as you got increasingly red. It was cute.

"Oh, really? You look like a little girl to me, princess. All shy and flustered just from sitting at the same table as me. Can't even look me in my eyes."

Logan leaned a little closer to you, his tone almost advising, "You look like you need someone to take care of you, princess. Someone older. More experienced. Do your little boytoys not take care of you right, hm?"

It takes all your will power to not run off into the sunset, burry yourself a hole and think about what he said for the rest of your life. You manage to answer quietly, "you sound like you want to be that 'someone'"

"smart girl," he snickered, satisfied with your reply.

"I'll admit, I've been watching you for a while. You come here all the time and drink all by yourself. All alone. Always sitting at the same spot, watching others."

You can feel yourself get wetter at just his words, he had been observing you? The you, who looked at him countless times, sure he was not looking back or cared at that either.

Sooner then your mother would be proud of, you were in his car. Well- you and him were in his backseat. The car smelled old, looked old too but you didn't have time to make details out as he kept your legs spread for him, rough big hands patting the skin every now and then, to quietly tell you how good you were.

His tongue was way to busy to talk, licking and sucking with a precision that was applaudible. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Just hours ago, you were too shy to even speak to him, and now here you were, half-naked in the backseat of his car, your body squirming around.

He wasn’t gentle — Logan was thorough, relentless, like he had something to prove. And maybe he did, maybe he wanted to show you exactly what you’d been missing, what it was like to be with a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His stubble scratched against your sensitive skin, adding to the rawness of the experience, making it feel more real.

He was so broad, taking up most of the space in that damn backseat and he was hungry. starved, or at least he ate you out like he was.

Logan would make sure that, for the next few days, you’d feel him in every corner of your body. You would ache, throb in all the right places — all because of him.

[slut4thebroken]

Sweet Dreams

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Tommy Shelby x daughter!reader

Summary | Tommy let’s you try some of his whiskey.

Warnings | Smut, 18+, sexual content, actual incest, technically non con, large age gap (unspecified), breeding/housewife kink, somno, underaged drinking (pretend the legal age is 21 over there lol), kissing, praise, innocence & corruption kink, daddy but not the kink, I want him to take advantage of me so bad😭

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | I shouldn’t even have to say this but this is a work of fiction. Please remember that lmao. Also it’s unspecified but reader is at least 18 so don’t come for me 💀 It’s also unspecified on whether reader is his bio daughter or step daughter so feel free to choose lol.

Ao3 link | <3

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(You can only read this fic if you pinky promise to help me come up with a different title)

You were lying on his chest as he read a story to you, trying to get you to finally fall asleep. But your brain was too awake. When he grabbed his glass from the side table and paused reading to take another sip, you decided to ask him. 

“What’s that, daddy?” You angled your head up to look at his face. 

“It’s whiskey, love.” Your eyes moved between his face and the glass. 

“Can I try some?” You finally asked, making his brows shoot up. 

“This drink isn't for little girls. You’ll have to wait until you’re older.” He chuckled, making you frown. 

“Why can’t I try some now?” You pouted. 

“Because you’re too young, love. Give it a couple years, then I’ll let you have some.” You turned onto your stomach and leaned up to face him better. 

“Please, daddy?” You gave him puppy dog eyes and he stared at you for a moment, then let out a breathy laugh and shook his head. 

“Alright, fine. But just one sip.” You beamed at that and grabbed the glass when he handed it to you. Before tasting it, you decided to sniff it first, noting that it smells like how he sometimes smells. Not able to wait any longer, you took a small sip, then immediately scrunched your face up in disgust. He laughed quietly and you swallowed it, but that only made it worse. 

“It burns!” You whined, coughing lightly. 

“You get used to it, little one.” He said with an amused smile. “Try some more, it should be better this time.” You hesitated, but took another sip. It wasn’t better, it still burned a lot and you could barely take it. “Good girl. Have a little more.” 

“Daddy, it hurts.” 

“I know, love, but if you drink more it’ll stop hurting. Don’t you trust me?” You averted your gaze and bit your lip. After a moment, you brought the glass up to your lips again. “That’s my girl.” He said proudly, making you blush. You coughed again, but he wasn’t wrong, the burn was just barely starting to improve. 

“You’re such a good girl. Drink a little more for me, eh?” You pouted, but nodded and took another sip, this one slightly larger. “There you go… How do you feel, princess?”

“Warm.. n’fuzzy.” That made him laugh quietly. 

“Yeah?” You nodded. “That’s good. Can you do one last thing for daddy?” 

“Mhm.” You could feel yourself getting a little drowsier and you weren’t sure why. 

“Can you finish the rest for me?” You looked at how much was left and whined quietly, but agreed. Figuring it’d be better to get it over with quickly, you chugged the rest, ignoring how much your throat was hurting. “Good girl. You are such a good girl for me, baby.” He took the cup and set it on the side table, along with the book he was reading to you. “Tell me how you feel now.” 

“Mm… sleepy.” You mumbled, making him smile. 

“Don’t try to fight it, love, just go to sleep. It’s past your bedtime anyway.” You let out an incoherent agreement, then laid your head on his chest again, letting him wrap his arm around your shoulders. You weren't so tired that you fell asleep instantly, but you were tired enough where you could barely keep your eyes open. 

Tommy stared down at you as he stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep. You turned more on your stomach and lifted your leg so it was bent and resting over his legs. One of his hands moved down to your bare thigh and rubbed slowly, staying below the hem of your night dress. 

“My sweet girl.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head. You hugged him tighter and he was suddenly very aware of your breasts against his side. “Getting so grown up…” He sighed solemnly. “Thought I told you not to do that? I oughta punish you for disobeying your father.” He suddenly squeezed your thigh and you let out a quiet noise, but didn’t react any other way besides that. 

He kept dragging his hand up and down your thigh, pushing your dress up a little higher each time. For a while, he continued that, waiting until your breathing slowed and you started to fall asleep. He smiled at the sound of your soft snores and brushed your hair away from your face as he looked down at you. Cupping your cheek, he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip— so soft… so kissable. He had to shake his head to get rid of the thought as soon as it appeared. You’re too innocent and pure. He’d never be able to forgive himself if he took that from you. But fuck… 

You smiled a little in your sleep and hugged him tighter, pushing your cunt against his hip as your leg rested on his crotch. He stiffened and bit his lip, trying to control his thoughts and his body. But he couldn’t help it when his hand drifted from your cheek to the strap of your dress. He teased it a little, silently debating if he should… It didn’t take much convincing though. 

Slowly pushing the strap down your arm, he just barely brushed his fingertips on your skin. He continued dragging it down until the nightie was being pulled as well, slowly exposing more of you. He only stopped once it was resting on your waist. 

“Fuck.” He hissed, staring at your young, perky breast and hardened nipple. He lowered his hand so it was holding your hip, then raised the one on your thigh to lightly trace over the soft skin. You just looked so young— so little. Especially when he cupped your breast, completely engulfing it in his hand. He knew that your pussy would be just as little. The thought had him biting his lip to stifle a groan, feeling his cock twitch in his pants under your leg. 

He squeezed and groped you slowly, being extra gentle while he still had the self control to do so. When he moved his attention to your nipple and started rolling it between his fingers, you let out a quiet little sound, just barely audible. 

He placed his palm flat on your chest and slowly snaked it down your body, to the bottom of your dress. Without any hesitation, he snaked his hand back up, taking the fabric with it. He cursed under his breath as more and more of your body was becoming visible.

You were perfect. You looked like innocence personified. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he gently pushed your shoulder to get you to lay on your back, making you whine quietly. 

“I know, sweet girl. It’s okay.” He whispered, kissing your head as he turned on his side to face you. He ran his hand over the soft skin of your tummy and down to your hips, where the plain cotton panties rested. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, almost dreamily. As his hand continued to explore your body, he tugged down the other side of your dress, then moved his head closer and gently kissed your nipple. He took it into his mouth, suckling on the hard bud and moaning quietly against you. The only reaction you gave was a soft sound and a small shift of your body. 

“Are you gonna let daddy see your pretty pussy?” His voice was quiet, but thick with arousal. “Shake your head if you don’t want me to.” He chuckled quietly, as he kissed over your breast, just enjoying having his lips on you. When you didn’t respond, he got up and moved between your legs, settling on his stomach between them. Rough hands were placed on your thighs, prying them apart to give himself more room. 

He leaned down and inhaled deeply, savoring your scent. With a low groan, he started mouthing at your cunt, licking and sucking through the panties just to tease himself. Your hips squirmed a little and a quiet moan left you, making his eyes snap up to your face, but you were still fast asleep. After only a few more seconds, he pulled back so he could move your underwear to the side, exposing your glistening cunt. 

“Do you like when daddy touches you like this? Is that why you’re so wet already?” He asked teasingly, not expecting a response. Using his thumbs, he pulled your folds apart, giving him a better view of your untouched pussy. “My perfect little girl…” He sighed, unable to tear his eyes away. 

He moved his thumbs closer and pulled your hole open a little, imagining how it’d look stretched open on his cock. The thought had him grinding against the bed like a fucking teenager. He desperately wanted to force his fat cock inside, split you open and push it in deep. He wanted you to cry and beg him to stop, to tell him how much he was hurting you. 

He wanted to bury his cock in your torn up, used little pussy, press the tip right up against your cervix and fuck you full of his come. He wanted to give you load after load, not stopping until he fucked a baby into you. Even though, realistically, that could never be allowed to happen, he enjoyed picturing you with a round belly, your breasts swollen with milk. He wanted to keep you at home, safe from the world, to raise all of the babies he fucks into you, cook him dinner every night, drain his balls whenever he needs it. 

“Fuck—” He choked out, suddenly getting on his knees between your legs, opening his pants to free his cock. He stroked himself slowly a few times, gaze dragging all over your body. “See what you fucking to do me?” He hissed, slapping his cock on your clit a few times. Practically holding his breath, he dragged the tip through your folds, covering himself in your slick. He held his cock right up against your entrance, breathing heavily and closing his eyes, shaking his head to convince himself not to do it. 

He’d hate himself for the rest of his life… But would that be worth it to feel you stretched past your limit around his cock? 

“No.” He decided, clearing his throat and opening his eyes again. “No. Not— not yet…” He leaned over your body, keeping his length firmly between your cunt and his stomach, then started grinding slowly. He watched your brows scrunch together a little when you felt the constant rubbing on your clit. 

Dragging his gaze over the rest of your face, he finally settled on your lips. He leaned closer, trying to steady his breathing as his eyes grew heavier until they finally shut, only a second before he pressed his lips to yours. You didn’t kiss back— obviously— but he enjoyed feeling your soft lips against his. Growing needier, his hips sped up as he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth, practically devouring you. 

You let out a muffled sound and started squirming a little, making him pull back. As he panted, he watched your heavy eyes trying to flutter open. 

“Daddy?” You mumbled, voice laced with sleepiness. “What…” You trailed off, unable to get out any other words, and he shushed you softly. 

“Don’t worry, little one. I’m here.. you’re okay.” He murmured, kissing your forehead and cupping your cheek, the movement of his hips never faltering. “Just go back to sleep. You’re safe with daddy.” And you believed him. You stopped trying to open your eyes and relaxed into the bed again. He resumed the kiss, keeping the intensity from before as he pushed his tongue in your mouth and moved his hand from your cheek to your jaw to tilt your head up a little more. 

“Daddy…” You tried to say, voice coming out in a pathetic, muffled whine. He hummed in response, not pulling back to bother with verbally replying. His free hand moved to cup your breast, groping and kneading until you were letting out quiet little sounds into the kiss. You whimpered when he started pinching and pulling on your nipple. 

“Shh… It’s okay, love.” He said softly, only pulling away to speak before immediately diving back into the kiss. His hand strayed from your breast, dragging all over your body, feeling every inch of skin possible. 

He broke away from your lips so he could trail kisses along your jaw, then down your neck. His cock throbbed at the idea of covering you in marks— claiming you so everyone knew who you belonged to. But he knew he couldn’t if he wanted this to happen again. So he continued kissing your skin, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume. Everything about you was absolutely perfect. 

“I can’t wait to feel your cunt.” He whispered into the crook of your neck, his breathing growing more labored. “You’re such a good little girl, aren’t you? And all mine.” He was rambling as he neared his release, far quicker than he would’ve liked. “All fucking mine. You belong to daddy, eh? These perfect tits,” he suckled on your nipples, quickly and eagerly, “belong to daddy. Your pretty little cunt belongs to daddy.” He growled, cock twitching at the thought. “You’re mine.”

He cursed under his breath when he felt his balls tighten up. Lifting himself so he was sitting on his knees, he rapidly fisted his cock, keeping your panties pulled to the side. As soon as the first ropes of come shot out onto your cunt, he let out a low groan at the sight. He grunted and moaned, breathing heavily as he watched all of his come land on your folds. He waited until the last drop beaded on the tip, then dragged his cock through your slit, spreading his arousal. He moved it down toward your hole and just barely pushed his cock forward to get some of it inside.

“Good girl.” He said through a heavy breath, admiring you for another moment before fixing your underwear and night dress, then tucking his cock back in his pants. He stopped again and just stared at you for a few seconds. Your cheeks were a little flushed from the alcohol and probably also the stimulation on your clit, and your lips were just barely parted as you breathed quietly. “Made daddy feel so good.” He whispered as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. You let out an incoherent sound, making him smile. “Sweet dreams, little one.” 

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[lvlyghost]

Cold Nights

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Reader doesn't show up for morning training. Ghost doesn't know what to think.

Word Count: 794

Tw: fluff, angst, mentions of being sick, soldiers being scared of simon lol, ooc simon probably, he calls reader kid, i think that's it🤭

A/N: I'm sick and this came to my mind, I just want simon to take care of me okay???🥹🤧 this is super bad as usual. still hope you like it. pls remember english isn't my first language, corrections are welcome ✨💖

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Ghost doesn't see her at the cafeteria, nor the training room. He's disgruntled. His eyes keep drifting apart from the soldiers in front of him, waiting for the next round of endless push ups he's gonna make them go through.

Why isn't she here?

His body feels restless, pacing back and forth.

Soap doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight from one foot to another.

"Johnny," he calls him. "You're in charge."

"Lt.?" He quirks a brow, not understanding. That's so unlike him.

"Got things to do."

He storms out of the room, the walls rattle when he closes the doors.

It's a cold day. Just like the day before.

Days used to mean nothing to him.

Time.

Until she came along. Three years ago.

That woman... he sighs.

Was it something he said? Didn't they talk about it last night?

Everything was fine.

Or so he thought.

-

"We shouldn't be out here, kid." He mutters. It's freezing, he can see her trembling even beneath her hoodie. Well it was actually his. The hoodie completely swallowing her small form.

"I know, I know!" She laughs. Her cheeks a beautiful shade of pink. "I just... it was too loud inside." That he can agree on. "Is it true?" She asks a few seconds later.

Simon stills. Choosing his next words carefully.

"What?"

"What Soap said." A heartbeat. "About us."

There's a silence that falls between them.

"Those were the words of a drunk man."

"Were they?" her smile is contagious. Damn her and her beautiful soul. "Would you come with me if I asked you to?"

He stares directly at her, trying to find any sign of doubt. He's always mesmerized by her gentle nature. That's something he never knew. Perhaps that's why he was so drawn to her. Longed to be wherever she was. Breathe the same air.

"I'd say that's highly inappropriate." He states. "And that you've had too many shots of whatever poor excuse of a whiskey Johnny made you drink."

"Price called it piss water." She shooks her head. "You're changing the subject!"

Simon chuckles. He really does.

"You've got such power over me no one else could ever have, kid."

And he's doomed.

-

He's trying so hard, going through the events of the night, trying to remember. What happened? Nothing out of line was said. She seemed content when they parted ways, right after he had kissed her good night outside her room. Simon saw the way her eyes lit up with a spark he never saw before. The longing stare. Remembers vividly how she had stopped him, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt pulling him down for another heated kiss.

He walks down the corridor with long strides. Hands balled into fists. He shouldn't be this mad. But that was the effect she had in him.

He tries to cool down. Ghost was scared too. What if she had changed her mind and didn't want anything to do with him? He was messing up his head at the mere thought.

He finally makes it to the room, knocking twice before her soft voice tells him he can come in.

Inside the room, all the curtains were closed, not a single ray of light made it inside apart from the lamp casting shadows around. Furrowing his brows he closes the door behind him with a low click.

"Kid?" He calls her. Immediately rolling on her side she welcomes him, red eyes, stuffy nose and looking disheveled.

"Sorry I missed training." She apologizes. Changing to a sitting position and waits for him to sit next to her.

"What's wrong?" He demands with a soft voice. She's still wearing his hoodie from last night. Rubbing her eyes she gives Simon a tired smile.

"I'm just really sick Simon." She answers, he can hear her hoarse voice now.

"Bloody hell, love." His hand goes straight to her face, caressing her cheek. "Did you go to the infirmary?" Closing her eyes, she rest her head against his hand.

"Mhm. Got some painkillers prescribed. Still feel horrible."

"Good, it'll take some time for you to feel better. You need to rest, okay?". The look he gave her leaves no room for discussion.

"Wasn't planning on leaving my bed you know?" He smiles ever so slightly. "Would you stay with me?" When he doesn't answer right away she adds: "never mind you'll catch whatever this bug is and i don't ..."

"Sweetheart," he interrupts her rambling. "Scoot over."

She looks at him wide-eyed.

"You... you don't," she stutters.

"No, I don't mind at all. If there's anything you need just tell me, copy?" She nods, staring at his blue eyes. "Told you we shouldn't have been outside last night."

"Even if it meant catching a cold, I'm glad we did, Simon."

[n0thingbutlov3]

need you now | 2 |

in which readers true feelings are revealed.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings/tags: angst again (whoops) miscommunication (it’s short dw) fluff, reader is hungover lol, spencer is handsomely disheveled (moans) mentions of blueberry muffins being readers favourite type of muffin (sorry for not being vague but also if you don’t like blueberry muffins??? why) some tears, some swearing, some kissing, suggestiveness at the end of you squint (WHOOPS *evil smirk*) no use of y/n!! wc: 2.1k a/n: call me slim shady because i am back!!! i procrastinated writing this because i was scared everyone was secretly judging my writing and actually hated it and a second part would be a stupid idea but THEN i realised that was a little bit silly so im here B) part one got over 1000 notes (INSANE) all the support has been so so lovely—every note, reblog, and comment means the world to me, thank you!! i hope this part is okayy, feedback is always appreciated :) i hope you enjoy it you choose to read!!! <3 p.s kissing scenes are so difficult to write, i think i done absolutely awful!!!so let’s ignore that…. if you haven’t already and you’d like to, you can read part one here!

Your eyelids twitched as the early morning sun filtered through your bedroom. What was usually a calming wake-up call now felt like being blinded.

You burrowed your face into your pillow, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to dull the throbbing in your head. This is why you didn’t drink often.

Asides from the obvious headache and nausea, you always seemed to wake up with a sense of dread; ‘hangxiety’—a friend had called it once. It was creeping up on you now, and even though you weren’t sure exactly what you had done, you knew it was bad. You flipped onto your back, fixing your gaze to the ceiling as if it could tell you what irreparable mistakes you had made last night.

It couldn’t, of course. The only thing you had realised is that you should probably coat it in a new layer of paint soon.

“How’re you feeling?”

You shot up, eyes widening at the sight of a man in your doorway. A man whose sleepy voice and disheveled hair threatened to make you melt, but a man who should not be in your doorway, nonetheless; Spencer.

Your brain was quick to supply you with information then, your memory coming back in hazy remnants. You were upset so you…called Spencer for the first time in months. Yikes. He didn’t answer so you turned to a bottle of high end whiskey instead—yikes, again—and passed out on your couch, only to wake up to your ex-boyfriend in your apartment. Cue more sobbing, a pathetic attempt at asking—no, more like begging—him to get back together with you, and that was it. Well, mostly. There was also the promise of discussing your breakdown in the morning. The morning, which was now.

What the fuck.

“Like I’ve been napalmed.” You weren’t sure you were just referring to your raging hangover.

That prompted a raspy kind of chuckle from him and Jesus Christ—you really shouldn’t have called, because it was going to be infinitely harder to watch him leave when he inevitably told you you were sad loser who needed to get a grip and move on—except, he’d be a lot nicer than that, wouldn’t he? Because even if things were over between you, he was still the sweetest person you had ever met and he’d never say anything to intentionally hurt you. Maybe things would be easier if he did. If he wasn’t so sickeningly perfect—if he just insulted you in the way you were certain you deserved, then maybe you’d get over him quicker.

“So, I-ah-uber’d breakfast—“

Your inner turmoil came to a screeching halt at those words.

“You uber’d? You?”

He scoffed, a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“The team’s been very into it lately and I always finish my paperwork first so it only makes sense that I—stop laughing! I can uber!”

“Sorry! I just can’t imagine the great Doctor Reid stooping to the levels of a fast food delivery app. Do you ever order to the wrong place?”

“No.” he said, unconvincingly. “Well, only once—“

You were laughing again.

He whined, turning on his heel.

“Just take your aspirin and hurry up!” He grumbled petulantly as he left the room, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

After a quick freshen up and taking the pills placed on your bedside table—as per his request—you padded through to the living room, joining Spencer on the couch.

You gasped delightedly as he pulled out muffins from a brown paper bag. To be more specific, blueberry muffins; your favourite.

“Did you know that blueberries are good for fighting hangovers? They’re rich in vitamin C, which helps break down and metabolise blood alcohol. Muffins too, they—what? Do I have something on my face—“

“No! No, sorry,” You had been caught staring—ogling, more like. “I just missed…that.”

“What? My incessant rambling?” He was joking, but you could hear the insecure twinge in his voice—the one that told him he was too much. Over the course of your relationship, you had showed him that he didn’t have to think like that around you—that he was never too much; he was perfect in your eyes. You hated that he doubted that now.

“Yes, actually.” You tried to keep your tone light, unserious. But there was nothing unserious about just how badly you had missed the man sitting beside you. How you could hear his voice in your mind when you drove late at night, giving you statistics on accidents. Or how on other late nights, you swore you could feel his hands ghosting over your skin—only to find out it was your imagination.

If he could see how truthful you were being, he didn’t acknowledge it, turning his attention back to the coffee table.

“I’ll, um, save you the facts on how beneficial coffee is for hangovers, anyway.” He smiled awkwardly, shuffling a paper coffee cup to where your muffin sat.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, “for the coffee, not the withholding of information—i’m a real fiend for coffee facts…especially when they’re related to curing hangovers!” You said a little too cheerily, trying to alleviate the awkward tension. Although, that only seemed to make it worse.

Spencer just huffed out a little laugh in response, taking the wrapper off of his muffin.

The rest of breakfast went by in silence. Not the comfortable silence you always seemed to have with Spencer—when you were together, you reminded yourself—but a strained one. The kind of silence that occurs when there’s something left unsaid, and you’re just waiting for someone to spit it out.

Spencer broke first.

“So we should probably talk…about last night.”

You finished the remainder of your coffee, setting the empty cup down before turning your whole body to Spencer, tucking your legs up underneath you.

“Right, yeah…”

A beat passed, Spencer’s eyes darting around your face—assessing you.

For someone who had imagined this conversation in your mind countless times, you certainly weren’t saying much.

“I—uh…was very drunk.”

Something in him shifted, like he was putting up imaginary walls.

“So you didn’t mean…any of it?” His brow furrowed, his nose twitching slightly.

“Well no, but I—“ You what? Meant every word you said and more? You couldn’t just say that. You had just got a small part of Spencer back and you didn’t want to ruin it by coming on too strong.

He waited for you to add something, anything, to show him that maybe, maybe there was a tiny part of you that still wanted him as badly as he wanted you. But you didn’t. You just sat there, playing with the fabric of your—his—t-shirt.

He couldn’t do it.

He was so tired of loving people only for them to leave like he had meant nothing to them. Was that all he was to you? Someone you could call when your inhibitions were lowered, looking for comfort? He would do anything to be back in your life again, but he couldn’t be a person of convenience; someone you only wanted when you were lonely.

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing down the tightness in his throat.

“You were drunk and you got carried away, I get it. I think I better go though—“

“What? No, I—“ You bobbed your mouth like a fish, trying to find the words necessary to keep him here. There were too many of them and yet none at all. None except for three. Three words that you wished you had the courage to say months ago, or weeks ago, or last night. But you never claimed to be a courageous person, and you weren’t about to spill your heart out again only for it to end up in rejection.

Spencer stood, making his way to your bedroom to grab his shoes and coat. He didn’t care about his other clothes, he could buy more—he just needed out before he broke.

You sat dumbfounded on the couch, willing yourself to do something, say something. It was like you were frozen. And you stayed frozen. As Spencer shuffled around your bedroom, as he returned to the living room—completely avoiding your gaze—even as he searched for his keys. You hadn’t realised he had driven over here. He didn’t usually drive unless he had to get somewhere urgently. Were you someone worth seeing urgently to him?

He picked up his keys, heading for your door and only then did you realise how dire the situation was. If he left now you weren’t sure he would ever come back.

“No—wait, Spencer!” You stammered, lunging off the couch to try and stop him. He unlocked the door, moving to leave when you grabbed onto his jacket sleeve.

“Please don’t—I love you!”

“What?”

He turned to face you and you noticed just how wrecked he looked—not at all dissimilar from how you had for the last few months. Had he looked like that the whole time?

You must’ve been staring because when you came back to your senses he was calling your name exasperatedly.

“Do you mean it?”

You were fed up living like this; harbouring so much love for someone and not being able to express it. Even if he didn’t love you back, even if he was over you, you couldn’t go another moment without at least telling him how you felt.

“Yes,” you heaved, “I love you—I never stopped loving you, I was just…” You knitted your brows together, unsure how to phrase what you were feeling.

“I’ve never loved someone the way I love you and that’s…terrifying. I thought the way I felt was wrong, like—when you were on cases, I missed you so much, more than I thought humanely possible and—well, I never wanted to be the kind of girl to base her happiness on another person because that’s how you get hurt. So, I thought the only way to combat that was by…distancing myself. I thought if you weren’t in my life anymore then I’d be able to get a grip and become more independent—“ you huffed, trying to stop the wobble of your voice. “but it didn’t work, because then I was just missing you twice as much, except I couldn’t see you at all—“

“You could’ve answered my messages, we could’ve—“

“So you could return your key? Then things would actually be over. Why do you think I ignored your messages?”

“Why do you think I kept messaging? Angel, I was never going to return that key—at least not willingly—I just wanted to see you, to see if you were doing just as horribly without me as I was without you. You know, I couldn’t even focus on cases—Hotch even suggested I take some time off.”

You frowned, your voice impossibly small. “I’m sorry.”

He took a step toward you, cupping your cheeks in his hands.

“Don’t apologise, you were dealing with your emotions in the best way you knew how. I just wish…” he swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I wish I hadn’t let you go so easily.”

His eyes were shining and—God, you wished you could take it all back. All the pain you had caused him, caused yourself, just because you were too scared to talk about your feelings.

“I wish I hadn’t left.” You blinked away the tears that were threatening to spill from your eyes. “Y’know, I read a book on astrophysics because it reminded me of you. I didn’t understand any of it but I couldn’t put it down. I still—“ you let out a watery chuckle. “still have it in my bedroom somewhere.”

Spencer smiled, swiping under your eye at a tear that must’ve escaped.

“Yeah? Maybe I can read it to you—help you understand it.”

“I’d like that.”

You didn't know much about celestial bodies or the ultimate fate of the universe, but you could've sworn you'd seen the stars pictured in that book in Spencer’s eyes when he looked at you.

“Say it again.” He mumbled, tilting his head down so that your faces were just inches apart.

“I love you.”

And then his lips were on yours, impossibly soft and everything you had been missing since you had broken up. He kissed you like you were the oxygen he needed and all you could do was sigh into him because you knew the feeling.

He leaned back all too soon, resting his forehead against yours.

“Well, I should probably go—“ He smirked, but you cut him off before he could continue his teasing.

“You’re not funny.”

He narrowed his eyes, sucking his teeth.

“I don’t know, I—“

You pressed a firm hand on his chest, bunching the cotton of his t-shirt into a fist.

“Stop. Stay—we can have a pyjama day and maybe for dinner, you can show me just how tech savvy you’ve become and uber us some food—“

He rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut before pressing his lips to yours with more force this time.

“Stop talking.”

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Forbidden Reunion

Summary : You managed to escape from Loki after discovering his lies. Aware that both he and the TVA would be searching for you, you prayed they wouldn't succeed. However, now Loki stood in front of you and he had no intentions of letting you go.

Pairing : Loki Laufeyson x f!Reader

General tags : SMUT, 18+, Dark Fic, Obsessive, Yandere

Trigger Warnings: Strong Language, Violence, Stalking, Non-con, Dubious Consent, Forced Blowjob, Forced Orgasm, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Overstimulation (let me know if I missed any lol)

Word Count: 10k

A/N : Sorry it took me too long to post this, juggling this alongside my other story took some time. But as promised, I'm releasing this one first.

Before you continue, please read TW again. This is a dark!fic and explicit, strictly for readers 18+. Please, DO NOT PROCEED if these themes disturb you. I've warned you, this fic isn't for the faint-hearted.

This took in Loki season 2 based on that shadow play.

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

Exhausted from years of evading both Loki and the TVA. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar, a moment to escape the chaos for years and hoping for a chance encounter. Despite your past with Loki, you were eager to move forward and explore new relationships, you have your own needs, and the more time went on, you knew they could not be sated by yourself anymore.

You could use your power to manipulate them into sleeping with you, but you knew it was wrong, you were sure there was a natural progression you just needed to be patient, and maybe your powers were going to waste being used to keep you hidden from the TVA.

Your mind drifted back to Loki, the god of Mischief and how he lied to you, manipulated you.

Flashback

"I'm sorry to say this, but you have been deceived by him," the TVA agent asserted. You turned your back on her as you attempted to escape, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. You had become separated during the chaotic chase within the TVA headquarters.

"No, I'm not. Loki wouldn't lie to me," you defended him, your voice laced with unwavering belief.

"Is he? Tell me, what did he say to you, the reason he got caught?" the agent probed, her tone challenging.

"He tried to rule Earth and failed," you replied, recalling the events that had led to his capture.

She seemed surprised that you knew. "Yes, and whose fault was that?" she pressed further.

“Yes, I know it was his.” You admitted, frustration seeping into your words, “But it stemmed from his deep-seated need for approval and love, especially from a father who resented him for being adopted." Despite the firmness in your tone, a flicker of doubt shadowed your eyes, making you question whether you were convincing the agent or merely grappling with your own uncertainties.

"Is that the whole story? Or just a part he wants you to believe?" Her words hung heavy in the air.

"He's the trickster god, the silvertongue," she continued, her voice steady, unwavering. "Manipulation is in his nature. Don't fall for his lies."

"Hello? Hey?" You heard a voice bringing you back from your daydream. "Can I buy you a drink?"

You looked up, it was a handsome man who had sat down beside you. You smiled, not wanting to appear rude. "Yes, please," you said.

He smiled, "I'm Mark."

"Y/N," you said.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled.

You returned his smile. You enjoyed his company as you chatted and laughed, his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk, you knew you were making him blush when you teased him, he was sweet, and you knew he liked you.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so at ease with a stranger, the feeling was new and exciting. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you had to say and you felt as if he actually understood what was going on in your life.

"Do you want to come to my place? I've got a bottle of whiskey that needs drinking," he smiled.

"Sure, why not?" you said, downing the rest of your drink. This was your chance to get what you've been craving, and what better way to start than with a handsome man inviting you to his place?

Then someone spilled his drink onto Mark, ruining his white shirt.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" he yelled at the man. "Watch where you're going, asshole." He shouted in frustration.

"Oh, I am so sorry, man, I tripped," the other man said, his voice calmed.

You recognize the voice.

It was Mobius.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe that he had managed to track you down. Paralyzed with fear, you sat there, feeling the color drain from your face as you stared at him in disbelief. If Mobius was here then that meant that Loki wasn't far behind.

Mark was fuming, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone, and you wanted desperately to call out, to warn him not to leave you by yourself, but fear kept your words trapped in your throat.

"Hello, Y/N."

Your name was like poison on his lips.

"Loki," you hissed back, turning around to face him.

He looked exactly the same as the last time you'd seen him, his black hair was neatly styled, his green eyes were piercing, and his face was pale. His expression was serious, his jaw set and his eyes cold, he looked so different from the Loki you had known and fallen in love with.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty with anxiety, and you were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the bar.

"I missed you, pet. I have been worried," his tone was mocking and his smirk didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't lie, Loki," you shot back, glaring at him.

"You know, you've always been so difficult."

"And you're an asshole."

Loki didn't say anything, instead he reached for your wrist and held it tight. "Let me go! You fucking liar, I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me," you shouted, struggling against his grip.

"Little one, don't make a scene." he growled in your ear.

Your eyes pleaded with Mobius, who stood caught between the two of you. "Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation.

Mobius sighed, a mixture of resignation and sadness in his eyes. "I'll leave you be for now then," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned away, leaving you to face Loki's wrath alone.

"How about I give you a choice," he said, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Either you can come home willingly, or I can use my magic to knock you out and bring you home. Which do you prefer?" The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you trapped in a lose-lose situation.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki!" you hissed, your voice laced with defiance as you struggled against his grip. Every fiber of your being screamed resistance, but you knew the sheer force of his magic could easily overpower you.

"Very well then," he purred, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile as he waived his hand, ready to use his magic.

"Wait!" You blurted, holding up your hands to stop him, your voice trembled as the weight of your decision bore down upon you.

"Yes, little one?" he asked, his tone condescending and smug.

"I'll come willingly," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to buy some time.

"But can I go to the bathroom first?" You clung to the hope that a brief moment alone might offer a chance, your mind racing for an escape plan.

"Alright," Loki agreed, his tone oddly accommodating. "Go on, pet." He nodded towards the restroom.

You hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. Your frantic eyes searched for your tempad, only to realize it was gone. "Asshole!" you muttered under your breath, realizing that Loki must have taken it when he grabbed your arm.

You had no escape plan, and Loki was waiting for you. You looked for a way out, but the windows were too small for you to climb through, so you thought it would be best to just run through the door and run far away from the bar.

Gathering your courage, you unlocked the door and burst out, your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Behind you, you could hear Loki's enraged shout, "Y/N!" His voice boomed, fueling your determination to run as far and as fast as you could from the bar.

"Y/N! Y/N!" you could hear him getting closer and closer. His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Y/N, stop now!"

"FUCK OFF!" you screamed, frustration and fear fueling your voice. You cast a desperate glance behind you and saw Loki hot on your heels. "Fuck!" you whispered under your breath.

You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the fear of being caught was overwhelming. "Fuck, no! Not again!" you thought.

You were annoyed by the people "Move! Move! Please!" You screamed at the people that were blocking the road, but they wouldn't move.

"Fuck you!" One guy shouted back at you after you pushed him away.

You couldn't run anymore. You were too slow, and he was gaining on you, and you knew that you couldn't escape him. But you need to keep trying, you couldn't give up. You were running, and running, and running.

The pain was too much, your muscles ached, and your lungs burned. Your vision was blurred, and you couldn't focus. You were tired of running and out of breath, you leaned against a wall and rested, hoping Loki wouldn't see you.

However, your respite was short-lived. In a blink, Loki teleported right in front of you, his expression oddly calm. "Pet, we have been searching for you for a long time, you hid well." He said, his tone icy.

"You can't be fucking serious!" you hissed, "Why did you look for me? I left for a reason, you betrayed my trust. You used me, and I hate you."

"Little one, why are you angry at me?"

"Are you really asking that, you lying snake?" Pushing him away, you shouted, and sprinted away from him once more, your determination fueling your escape.

You didn't make it far, though, before you felt a familiar, freezing hand grasp your arm, tugging you backward and pulling you against a cold, solid form.

"I don't appreciate it you calling me that."

You gasped, and tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't free yourself from him. "I don't care! Let me go!"

He ignored your pleas, then you pulled out a knife from your pocket. You knew he could've easily taken the knife, but instead he let you go, "You think you can hurt me, little one? How adorable." he cooed, his voice silky smooth.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

He laughed again mocking you, "Do you want to try? Do you think you can stab me with that knife, pet?"

You didn't answer, instead you held the knife up, threatening him, "Loki, you don't want to make me angry." You knew that was stupid of you saying that.

He smirked, he wasn't afraid of you, and he wasn't intimidated by you. "You are so cute when you are mad," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes were dark.

"Put the knife down, and we can go home, pet" he offered.

"Fuck you, Loki," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you stood your ground, the knife still clutched tightly in your hand.

He grinned, "Oh, you will soon enough, pet."  He let out a low chuckle and he snapped his finger and the knife flew from your hand to the wall. You watched in horror, you didn’t have anything else on you to defend yourself from him.

He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you.

His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.

"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.

"I won't stop fighting you," you vowed, your voice filled with defiance, glaring at him as he advanced toward you. Desperation fueled your steps as you ran, but he always caught up to you, teleporting right in front of you, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless.

"You can't run forever, pet," he taunted, his eyes dark and menacing, his voice deep and husky. “Eventually, I’ll catch up to you.”

You were getting tired of running. "Come on, pet. Are we playing a game?" He chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the empty street. The bastard was enjoying this twisted cat-and-mouse chase.

"Just stop!" you cried out, your frustration boiling over.

"Why would I stop? This is the most fun I've had in years, darling. I enjoy seeing you run, it's quite entertaining."

"Shut up." You tried to run away again, your breaths ragged. "Quit your magic, and fight fair!" Deep down, you knew if you were in a one-on-one combat with him, without his magic, you could win. "If you win, I'll come willingly."

"That's not how this works, little one," he chided, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.

To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.

"What the fuck is going on?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your voice. How was he everywhere? How was he doing this? Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Loki that surrounded you.

Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?

Loki's chuckle reverberated around you, a haunting sound that sent chills down your spine. Frustration boiled within you, and you screamed in exasperation, "How are you doing that?" Your voice wavered, trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear as you desperately demanded answers.

His grin widened as he continued to toy with your sanity. "Oh, come now, surely you know a trick or two, you being a witch and all," he taunted, the words laced with mocking arrogance.

You took slow steps backward as the three Loki remained in front of you, your resolve mingling with confusion and growing fear. "I'm not a witch, you... asshole," you retorted.

Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.

Fear gripped you, not of him, but of the overwhelming confusion and frustration that clouded your senses. The relentless onslaught of illusions left you feeling disoriented, unable to discern reality from the intricate tricks he was playing.

"Please stop," you pleaded.

"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Your tricks. I'm not stupid, stop," you demanded, your voice growing firmer despite the fear gripping your heart.

The three Loki slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.

Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."

"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Suddenly, Mobius reappeared beside Loki, seemingly out of thin air. "A little over the top, don’t you think, all the shadow play?" he commented, his tone disapproving.

Loki smirked, unrepentant. "I thought it was spot on."

Mobius turned his attention to you, his expression filled with concern. "What are you trying to do to the poor girl?" he asked.

"I'm merely making a point," Loki replied casually, as if discussing the weather and your distress was nothing more than a game.

Mobius shook his head and lightly chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you are. That's why she looks like a frightened rabbit."

"I'm still here? Hello?” They were casually talking like you were invincible, despite being bound to a wall. Their attention shifted to you, and you erupted, "Mobius, what the hell? Arrest him! What are you doing!" Panic and anger laced your words, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't do that. I made a deal with Loki," Mobius responded, his tone regretful yet resolute.

You felt a chill run down your spine. "What fucking deal?" You asked, your voice trembling. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm not going to do anything. But Loki, on the other hand..." he chuckled darkly. "Well, the deal is, we only need you alive. That's all I'm saying. My lips are sealed," Mobius replied with a cryptic smile.

You didn't have a chance to process his words before the Loki closest to you began circling you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Your heartbeat wildly, fear coursing through your veins as he trailed his finger along your arm, his touch light and teasing in suspense.

"What the fuck is the matter with you, let me go!" you shrieked, your panic and anger rising. "Mobius you fucking bitch, you are nothing but a- MMM" abruptly, as the shadow silenced you, turning your pleas into incoherent whispers.

Mobius sighed, shaking his head. "Now you're just showing off," he admonished.

"I can't help it, you bring out the worst in me."

Loki stepped in front of you and leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His fingers trailed along your jaw, his touch feather-light and tantalizing. You were struggling to break free from his hold, but your body remained paralyzed, at his mercy.

Loki, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle at your futile struggles. "Oh, little one," he purred, his tone mocking and condescending. "There's no use in fighting. You won't be able to break free. Trust me."

"Now, be a good girl and remain still," Loki said, his smile cruel and unsettling as he locked eyes with you, a twisted affection glinting in his gaze.

"Loki, take it easy on her. She's just a young girl, after all." Mobius interjected, his voice laced with a hint of compassion, though his eyes conveyed a different story. "Make sure to control your pet, Loki.” Mobius emphasized before vanishing into thin air.

You screamed was incoherent since your mouth was being covered by the shadow, you tried to say "Help!" and "No" but nothing came out.

Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh, darling. Don't try to speak, or scream, or fight. You can't escape, and no one is going to save you. No one will hear you, the only sound you will make is your moans."

Fear gripped you, the uncertainty of Loki's intentions leaving you paralyzed and vulnerable.

He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."

With a snap of his fingers, Loki dispelled the shadow covering your mouth, granting you the ability to speak again. "Get off me, Laufeyson!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with defiance. You strained against your restraints, desperate to escape his grasp. "This is wrong. You're crazy psychopath."

"Oh, pet," he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "We've done far worse together."

Frustration and fear gripped you as you struggled against your bindings, pleading, " Why can't you just leave me alone?"

A dark chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he replied, "You know why."

"Please, just let me go." You pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

Loki's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "I'm afraid I can't do that, love. You belong to me."

"No, I don't! I'm not yours," you protested vehemently. You writhed against the magical restraints, a mixture of anger and fear fueling your struggles. His control over you felt like a violation, and you despised him for it, for using his magic against you in such a cruel manner.

"Oh, pet," Loki purred, his voice dripping with both mockery and desire. "You can fight all you want, but you'll never win, not when it comes to me." He leaned in, his lips grazing your neck in a chilling caress. You whimpered as he sucked on your skin, his teeth scraping lightly.

"Stop. Please," you begged, your voice trembling.

"But why would I stop," he replied, his tone silkier than ever, "when I'm having so much fun?" His words hung in the air, laden with sadistic pleasure.

"I hate you. I will never stop hating you," you spat out, your words laced with a fierce determination, even in the face of your vulnerability.

Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, "You don't truly hate me, little one. You merely pretend to. I see through the façade. I know what lies beneath."

"What the hell are you talking about, Loki?" you shot back.

"Stop being such a brat," he sneered. The shadow binding both your wrists kept you firmly against the wall, his control unyielding. "Do you like being restrained, hmm? Enjoy the feeling of someone else in control, knowing you can't escape, and no one will help you?" His face hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath ghosting over your skin.

“No! Stop that nonsense!” You lied, you were scared, and angry, but you also secretly enjoyed being under his control whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He hummed and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your ear and you felt shivers down your spine. “Fuck, how I miss you.” His voice was deep and commanding, sending tingles of pleasure throughout your body.

"Please, stop. Just leave me alone. Don't do this to me, please."

"Oh, little one. You know I can't do that." He said as his hands roamed all over your body, caressing every inch of you, making you feel so vulnerable. You felt the heat rise between your legs and your heart raced faster.

"I can smell your arousal, pet.” He lightly bit your neck. “Your body betrays you. It craves my touch, just as much as you do," he said, his voice laced with a sinister confidence. "You want me, even if you refuse to admit it."

You met his gaze with defiance, attempting to deny the truth he claimed. "You're delusional," you retorted, your words aimed at rejecting his manipulative influence.

"Am I?" Loki's eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths. "Your heart, your mind, your body—they all long for me, even if you deny it. You can't escape this, no matter how hard you try. I will always find you, even if I have to tear the universe apart to get you back."

Loki was right. Your body was betraying you. The wetness was getting more intense by the minute, you could feel the pleasure building up, but you couldn't let yourself fall into temptation, he had hurt you, lied to you, manipulated you, used you, and now he was going to take you against your will.

You had to fight him.

You had to escape him.

You couldn't let him take you.

Not like this.

But you wanted more, and you knew that Loki would give you everything you wanted and more. You could feel the pleasure building up. You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your breasts. You felt a rush of anger, "What are you doing? You're using your magic to seduce me, aren't you?"

He met your accusation with a knowing grin. "I don't need magic to seduce you.” He countered, “Your body responds to me naturally, so beautifully. It's like a drug, and once I've had a taste, I'm hooked. I can't get enough of you."

You felt his lips on your neck. His kisses were soft and tender. You gasped as his tongue licked your neck, trailing down your collarbone. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as his fingers pinched your nipple.

You felt he smirked and you tried not to moan, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you. But he could read your mind, and he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were feeling. He was inside your head.

"Just stop."

"Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're begging for more. Begging for my cock inside of you. Begging for me." He slammed your back against the wall, and you yelped as you hit it hard.

He had you caged, and your legs were starting to tremble. You didn't know if it was from the force or the intensity of his words. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. His body was pressed against yours. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his body against yours.

He was a good kisser, and he knew what he was doing. You were moaning into the kiss, and you were fighting to keep control. Then you felt his cock growing hard. You gasped and that was when you realized what was going on. In a desperate act of defiance, you bit down hard, drawing blood. You tasted it.

He pulled back momentarily caught off guard. He looked like a maniac, and you had to remind yourself not to be afraid of him. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he wiped the blood away with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like that," he said, his voice low and dark, his grin widening.

You stared at him, and you felt your eyes widen in shock. You felt your heart race. You were still struggling against him, and you tried to pull your hand free from his restraints, but it was useless.

"Oh, pet," he sneered, his tone laced with malice. "I'll make you pay for that defiance."

"What are you planning? Torture me?" you challenged back.

"Torture is such a crude term," he replied, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I prefer 'punish'. After all, you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls must be disciplined."

Your eyes narrowed, a fierce glare aimed his way. "You can't do anything to break me. You can't force me to feel anything. You have no control over me."

He laughed, "Is that so? You know nothing about me, love. Nothing. If I had my way, I would've taken you to my bed, and kept you there, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, naked, helpless, at my mercy. But I can't do that, yet. However, that doesn't mean I can't have fun."

"You're insane. I despise you," you retorted, your words heavy with hatred.

"That's fine," he replied, his tone oddly calm. "I'm used to people hating me. It's just a matter of time before they change their minds. And I'll have you. One way or another, you're mine."

"Go to hell."

"Only if you come with me."

You felt a chill run down your spine, and you couldn't help but shiver. You couldn't stop thinking about the things he had said. About how you were his. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but they were persistent.

You accidentally clenched your pussy at his words, you hoped he didn't notice.

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. "Oh, pet, that's adorable," he taunted, his grin widening with malicious amusement. "Do you like the thought of that, pet?" Loki's eyes glittered with dark intent, sensing the conflict within you, and it only served to fuel his sadistic amusement.

"No!" You denied.

"Then why did you clench your pussy, hmm? Was it because you were imagining me taking you?"

"It was just a reflex," you stammered, attempting to deny the undeniable truth.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a dark, taunting whisper. His smirk widened, and he moved his face closer to yours until there were mere inches between your lips. "You're lying, love."

"I won't let you slip away again," he whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat, making each breath a struggle. His eyes bore into yours. "I will make you mine."

He tightened his grip around your throat and slammed your back against the wall, your head hit the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable. Tears began streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

But this was making you turned on, despite how much you hated Loki, you couldn't deny that he was hot and the way he was being rough with you was making your pussy throb.

"You'll see. It's time to begin your training, pet." He whispered as his hands travelled lower, caressing your inner thigh. "Please, Loki."

"Shhh, shh." He pressed his finger against your lips, "Save your begging."

“Fuck you!”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "I would love to do that right now, but I think we should save it for later."

"You bastard!" you spat, your anger seething.

"Watch your language, pet," he sneered, his grip tightening as he grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Now, be a good girl and open your mouth." He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket. It was green.

"Hell No! I won't do it. I won't cooperate." You retorted, like who in the world would agree to that?

He sighed. "You know, you really are a stubborn little thing. It's adorable. But, it won't get you anywhere. In fact, it'll just make things worse."

You stared at him. You couldn't believe what was happening. How could he be so cruel? So evil? He chuckled. "I told you. You're not in control here. I am. Now, open your mouth."

“Never.”

"Fine. Then I'll do it for you." He used his magic to force open your mouth, his magic was painful, and it burned. You could barely move. He put the cloth in your mouth and tied it around your head. You tried to scream but couldn't.

"So pretty," he said as he stroked your cheek. "You should be grateful that I'm even letting you use this, instead of forcing you to be silent. And remember, the gag stays on unless I say otherwise. Understand?"

You shook your head mumbling, "Mmff, no."

"That's too bad," he mused, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Because if you try to remove the gag, I'll have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?"

"Nnooo, I don't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible through the gag.

"Good girl," he purred. "You'll get used to it."

With a swift motion, he removed the shadow restraints from your arms, and you immediately attempted to fight back, you tried to hit him, but he easily dodged your blow. His grip iron-strong when he caught your hand. "Careful, pet," he cautioned, his voice a dangerous whisper. "My patience wears thin."

Using his powers, he summoned the shadow to immobilize you once more, pinning you against the wall, this time including your legs. You were rendered utterly helpless, trapped in his web of darkness.

"Now, let's begin," he said, his voice oozing with menace. You remained tied up, gagged, and entirely at his merciless mercy.

He took out a dagger from his belt and cut through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed. "Oh my, that's a nice sight."

You let out a muffled scream, "You don't need clothes. They will only get in the way."

He began kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. "Mmf," You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He cupped your breast and teased your nipple.

"Mmff No..."

He ignored your protests and continued to play with your nipples.

"You like that, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, darling." He whispered into your ear.

"Mmmff." You tried to deny, but he could hear your thoughts.

He smirked. "I bet if I put my fingers inside you right now, they'd slide right in. I bet you're dripping wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?"

"Mmf."

"You don't need to speak, little one," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Just relax. I know what you want."

His hand glided down your thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin, until he slipped his fingers under the hem of your dress and traced the edge of your panties. "And it seems that your body agrees with me," he continued, "It's telling me that it's ready to submit to me."

You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were thinking.

"Come on, pet. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his gaze darkened with hunger and desire.

"There you go. Such a good girl." He praised you.

He slid your panties to the side and his fingers found your pussy, already dripping wet. "Oh, you're so wet, pet. Do you want me that much? Do you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

He slid your panties to the side and cupped your pussy. "Fuck," he muttered as his fingers slipped between your folds, "You're already dripping for me."

You blushed furiously as he rubbed your clit in slow, gentle circles.

"Yes," he said, his voice deepening, "Your body wants me. It wants me to take you and make you mine."

His finger pressed against your entrance and then pushed into you, making you gasp. He curled it and began to massage your G-spot. You bit your lip and moaned, trying not to make too much noise. You tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.

You clenched your fists, struggling to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and the Loki behind you laughed softly. "No. You're not getting away from me."

You whimpered as he thrust another finger into you, stretching you even further. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you gasp and moan under the gagged cloth. His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of you, rubbing your G-spot with each stroke. He kept a steady rhythm, keeping you on the edge.

You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, the sensation driving you mad. The Loki in front of you watched intently as he continued to pleasure you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and amusement as you struggled to keep control. "Oh, little one," he said, "I love seeing you like this. So desperate. So needy. So fucking sexy." His other hand gripped your hips, keeping you in place.

"You're so wet," he murmured, "You're practically begging me to fuck you."

"Mmfff." You tried to ignore him, but he curled his fingers and stroked you just right, and your hips bucked involuntarily. You were quickly approaching your orgasm, and it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

Loki leaned in and nipped at your neck, and you shivered as his breath caressed your skin. "But I won't. Not yet. First, I want to watch you come. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come."

His fingers thrusting into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. You were so close, and you knew that he could sense it. "Ah, yes. That's it. You're doing so well. Now, tell me... do you want to cum?" He pumped them faster, deeper.

You shook your head. You didn't want to come, you tried to resist, but you were too far gone. You felt the pressure building in your core, the pleasure was too much.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Then let's see how long you can last."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. He thrust a third finger into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit. He was fucking you with his fingers, and you were so close. You could feel the heat rising in your belly, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer. You shook your head at him begging him not to make you come.

"Come on pet, don't fight it, just let it happen. Give into the pleasure. Come for me."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. "Yes, that's it," he whispered, "Just a little bit longer, you're so close."

He was relentless, his fingers working your pussy expertly. "Nnnn." You tried to tell him that you weren't going to let him win, but you couldn't speak.

You could feel the pleasure building and you knew that he could sense it. He kept pumping his fingers and rubbing your clit, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers were sliding in and out so easily. You felt the orgasm approaching, the pressure was building, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"You're going to come, whether you want to or not. So, don't fight it, just let it happen."

"Mmmmmm"

"Yes. You can't stop it. I'm going to make you come."

He continued to thrust his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building until you could take it no more. He removed the gagged from your mouth, "Let me hear your moans, pet."

You let out a loud cry, unable to contain it. "That's it. You're so close, I can feel it.” Your back arched and you cried out, his fingers and thumb pushing you over the edge. "Come for me, my sweet. Come for me. Now." He curled his fingers inside you and bit your neck.

You screamed and bucked as the orgasm took you, and he didn't let up. He continued to pump his fingers and rub your clit, pushing you further and further until you couldn't take it anymore. You thrashed about as the pleasure was too much, your orgasm overwhelming your senses.

Your body writhing against his fingers. Your release was so intense that it made your whole body shudder. He held you tightly, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy, drawing out your orgasm.

"There we go," he said, smiling down at you. "Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me, pet."

You were a panting, sweating, mess, and you were exhausted.

He kissed your forehead and pulled his fingers out of you. You were glad the shadow was there restraining you or you would collapse.

After you came down from your high, you realized what just happened. You spat at him, "Fuck you, Loki. You're disgusting."

"Disgusting?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now, why would you say that, little one? Was it not good for you? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Get the fuck away from me." you spat, your voice filled with venom.

He laughed, "You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. I'm not done with you yet."

"You fucking monster," you screamed, "I'm not going to let you touch me."

He grinned and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "Watch your mouth, pet. I don't like hearing you use foul language. Now, since I was so kind to give you such a nice orgasm, will you be a good girl and obey me without any fuss?"

You rolled your eyes. "Like hell I will!"

He smirked in response. "Since I've been rather kind to you," Loki began, his eyes roaming over your body, "I have a proposition for you."

Though you had little desire to hear anything he had to say, your curiosity got the best of you, compelling you to reluctantly listen.

"Do you want me to fuck you here, right now in this alley, or in our room where we will be alone, and no one will interrupt us." He said with a smirk.

Your throat tightened, both options he presented were equally horrifying. But, the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you two here, like this. "Neither.” you choked out.

"That wasn't an option, my sweet."

You glared at him, "You're vile," you hissed

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by your words. "You say the most hurtful things, pet."

"I'm not going to choose," you declared, "I'm not choosing anything. I'd rather die than have sex with you."

He looked amused. "Fine, then I will choose. You have a few seconds to think about it." He said as he took his jacket off, and dropped it to the ground.

"You're going to take me right here? You're an animal."

"It's your fault for refusing. If you choose the other option, I was going to be nice. I'll be rough if you insist."

"If you touch me, I'll kill you." You growled.

He laughed. "Oh, little one. It's not me you have to worry about."

Ignoring your warning, he reached forward, his touch cold against your skin, and ran his thumb along your lower lip. "Shame that I have to punish you. I'm sure you'll be a good girl after today."

You gritted your teeth and move your face away from his touch, "Don't touch me."

He ignored your demand, and began undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out, and started stroking it. You stared at his member and he was already rock hard. You hesitated, not wanting to touch him.

"Are you afraid, my sweet?"

You remained silent, refusing to dignify his question with a response.

He laughed, “There's no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Unless you disobey me."

He moved closer, his proximity suffocating. With a swift, unwelcome touch, he reached out and stroked your cheek. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch away from his caress.

"Relax, darling. This will be pleasurable for the both of us." He said as he grabbed his cock and ran it against your slit.

You felt your wetness seep onto his cock.

"STOP!" you screamed, your voice breaking the tense atmosphere, forcing him to halt his actions and look up at you.

He smiled at you. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"

You nodded frantically, desperation clouding your eyes. "Yes, I do."

"Tell me," he purred, his tone dripping with cruelty, "why should I stop?"

You scrambled for an excuse, your mind racing. "Let's do it in your place then," you stammered, your words rushed. "Please? I don't want anyone to see." Desperation clung to your voice as you pleaded, hoping against hope that he would agree to your request.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, pet. You know that won't work."

He pressed his cock against your pussy again.

You felt his tip slip inside you. "PLEASE! I'll be good, just please stop."

He smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He sighed, "Very well, little one." He swiftly pulled up his pants, adjusted his shirt, and retrieved his jacket, freeing you in the process. You winced as you flexed your arms, the restraints having taken their toll.

With a snap of a finger, he put your clothes back on, and you felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You couldn't believe he stopped. He looked at you. "Remember what I said, pet. You don't speak about this to anyone. I'll know if you do. Understand?"

You nodded.

"Good girl," he affirmed.

"Come," he motioned for you to follow him, and for a moment, you considered fleeing again, knowing full well that it branded you a coward. But the terror of Loki's power held you in check.

You didn't get far before he seized you once more. "Enough!" he bellowed, sending you crashing to the ground. Your body felt numb, the pain overwhelming. You begged through the agony, "Please."

"You brought this on yourself, pet," Loki's tone was icy, disappointment etched in his features. "I was going to take care of you, give everything you desired, and all I asked in return was your love and trust. And you broke it."

"Please, Loki. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.

He shook his head, "No, pet. There is no going back. You have to pay the price for what you've done," he stated firmly, his grip unyielding.

Loki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, "Sweet dreams my pet."

And then, everything faded into darkness.

When you woke up, you were on the bed, naked. The room was dark, and there was no sign of Loki. At least right now your arms and legs weren’t bounded. But still he had kidnapped you. "Fucking asshole!" You cursed inside your head.

Then you heard footsteps approaching outside, you pretended to fall asleep, hoping that he'd leave. "I know you're awake, my sweet." He chuckled, "Did you really think you could trick me, darling? You're such a naughty girl, aren't you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl."

You tried to fool the god of mischief, what an idiot you were. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He sat down next to you and began caressing your body. He ran his hand up and down your legs.

You slapped his hand away, you hated him. How dare he touch you like that! Loki grabbed your wrist, "Don't try to stop me, little one." He threatened, his grip was tight. It hurt. "No, stop." You whimpered. You tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.

"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere." He said as he pinned you down on the bed. "Are you ready to behave now, my sweet?"

You refused to respond, instead, you glared at him.

Loki shook his head and chuckled. "You are so beautiful, my sweet.”

You were getting tired of him calling you sweet and darling. "Shut up, Loki. Don’t fucking call me that, you bastard!"

He gave you a stern look. "Behave."

"Or what?" You challenged.

Loki leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to have to punish you."

You glared up at him. "What, like you haven't already done that?"

Loki smirked, "Don't be a smartass, darling. I can make this a lot worse."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Loki gripped your hair tightly and tugged your head back. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

You looked up at him defiantly. "Do your worst." You then saw him grinned, you realized you had made a big mistake.

"As you wish, little one." Loki said with a wicked grin. He got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. You knew what he was going to do, and it scared you.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside. You were confused at first, until Loki lifted his other hand and started waving it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you don't try to resist."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, I don't want you getting away." Loki smirked. He then started moving his hand up and down your body.

You squirmed and tried to push his hand away, but they felt frozen. "Let me go, you sick bastard!"

Loki gave you a wicked grin. "No, I don't think I will"

Loki forced his lips against yours, you tried to resist, but it was useless. You couldn't move. You tried to turn your head, but it was no use.

Loki forced his tongue into your mouth. He explored every inch of your mouth, tasting you. You could taste his breath. It was sweet, with a hint of mint. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Stop!" You yelled, "Please stop, Loki! I don't want to do this!

Loki ignored you. He kept kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. "I know you like it, darling."

You shook your head. Loki broke the kiss and smiled. "You're such a stubborn little thing, aren't you?"

"Fuck you." You spat.

“Why are you so impatient, my little pet?” Loki laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ll do it in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned with teaching you a lesson."

You glared at him, you were so pissed off. He laughed again, “Such a pretty face, too.” He traced his finger along your jawline.

Then you watched Loki removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. He stroked himself slowly. You felt your body heat up. You couldn't believe it. He was making you hot.

"See something you like?" He grinned.

You blushed. You looked away. It had been awhile since you had sex with him or anyone else. You missed being fucked by him. You needed to feel his cock deep inside of you. But you knew this was wrong, you looked away from him.

"Look at me." He ordered.

You turned and looked at him. You watched as he continued to stroke his cock. "You betrayed me, Y/N." He climbed over you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists with his hands, and pinned them above your head. "You hurt me. You have to be punished."

“You are hurting me too.”

“I don’t think so, pet. Deep down, you want this. You want me to force myself to you, you don’t think I know? I know your deepest darkest desire. The desire you try to deny. The desire for me to make you mine again. You want to be my pet again, don't you?"

He was right. You were afraid to admit it but you missed Loki. But you didn't want to admit it. You shook your head, “No! I don’t have such thing.” You knew it was a lie, deep down you wanted him to use you and force himself on you, forced you into submission, make you his again, like he had done many times before.

"Keep lying to yourself, pet. I know you more than you know yourself. Now, open your mouth and let me fuck it.”  He smirked and moved closer to you. His cock was inches away from your face. You moved your head away, but he grabbed your hair and pulled it. You winced in pain.

"Open up. Open wide and say ahh."

You refused to obey. "Don't be stubborn." You clenched your teeth together. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll fuck your throat. I'll make you gag and choke."

"You're sick."

"Maybe, but so are you, darling."

He grabbed your face, forced your mouth open. You kept them close together, "I'll fucking bite your dick off, I swear."

He was having none of it, he used his magic to make you couldn't move your jaw. Then he shoved his cock inside your mouth and forced his way in. He started to pump his hips and his cock went deep down your throat, hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.

He pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag. You could feel his hard length against your tongue. His precum leaked onto your taste buds, sending shivers down your spine. He kept thrusting in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered.

 You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but he was relentless. His hands gripped your hair tightly, his hips moved faster and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

You felt your body relax, your heart rate quickened, and your clit throbbed. You were getting turned on by this. You whimpered and felt a surge of excitement flow through your body. You couldn't believe it. You were excited at the thought of him taking you, forcing you, fucking you.

You were sick.

"This is all your fault." He said as he looked at you, enjoying the way your throat was stretched around him. "Such a good pet. Take it all, pet."

He grabbed your hair and forced his cock deeper into your mouth. You were struggling to breathe. He moaned louder as he felt his cock going deeper into your throat. He held his cock in your throat, watching you struggle to breathe. "Such a pretty face. I wonder how many people you've sucked off.”

You whimpered, feeling your body reacting to his words.

"Did you plan to suck that guy you were flirting with?" He thrusted his hips. You gagged and tears filled your eyes. "He could never make you feel this good." He moaned. His thrust became harder and deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock.

You cried, your body trembled. You were about to pass out, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and allowed you to breathe. You gasped, sucking in as much air as possible. You couldn't move, you were frozen. He then proceed to grab his cock and stroke it.

"Such a pretty sight, you are. And the view of your lips wrapped around my cock." He said, grinning. "Don't worry, my pet. I'm almost there. You're doing a great job. You're going to be rewarded for being so good for me. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need."

He grabbed your hair and slammed his cock deep again into your throat. Then his hand reached to your pussy. He put his finger in your pussy, you moaned as he touched your pussy. He smirked.  "That's a good girl, you are learning. Now, suck my cock."

You started sucking his cock. He started thrusting his cock deeper and harder into your throat. He moaned as you sucked his cock. He loved feeling your mouth on his cock.

"Mmmphh… stwop.” You tried to beg, but his cock was down your throat.

"Do not talk with your mouth full, darling. That is not polite."

You felt him tighten around your neck. His grip was firm.

"I am going to cum. Do not spit. Swallow every drop, and maybe I will reward you. But only if you're a good girl. Do you understand?"

"Mmmph." You tried to protest, but the god didn't listen. You couldn't do anything except suck his cock. Loki kept fucking your mouth until his seed spilled into your throat, you felt the warm liquid slide down your throat making you choke. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his seed. He pulled out and released your hands.

You coughed, and gasped for air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Loki patted your head.

You glared at him. You wanted him dead.

"Don't be like that, Y/N. You're supposed to be happy. This is what you wanted, remember? We're together again. Just like old times."

You looked away. "That was a long time ago."

Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "But it's not too late. We can have it again. We can have everything. We just have to work together."

"Work together?" You scoffed, "How can we work together? You lied to me!”

“We can talk later, my love. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He stroked his cock, he was still hard even after he came earlier. He spread your legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock, aiming it towards your wet pussy.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until you pass out. Until I cum deep inside of you and make you mine again. Then when you wake up, I'll fuck you again, and again, and again."

You felt him press his cock against your pussy, his head slid between your folds and penetrated you. "No, Loki, please, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that."  He stroked down his hard cock even after he just came, he was hard again. He then forced himself inside of you. You screamed in agony. He was too big.

"Oh, stop your whining." Loki chuckled. "You're such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much."

His cock was big that it stretched your open, he didn’t give you time to adjust. You screamed, "You fucking asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, darling. I'm not a fan of that language." Loki slapped your pussy, it was red and swollen from his previous assault. He kept thrusting his hips, his cock pounded you over and over. Your whole body ached from him.

He was holding your waist down with one hand and pumping his hips in and out of your pussy. He continued to thrust in and out of you. He took his time and made sure he hit the spot that would make you scream and beg for more. He knew what you wanted, he knew your body and what made you tick.

You were biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Why don't you let me hear those beautiful moans, pet?" Loki purred, leaning his face in close to yours. "Don't hold back, you know you want to enjoy this."

"No..."

Loki grinned and snapped his hips hard against yours. "I know what you like, and I know you like this. It's why I keep doing this." He smiled wickedly. Loki picked up the pace. His cock hit the spot inside of you. "It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed, just let it all out."

You bit your lip and gripped his sheets, trying not to make a sound. "Darling, you're so stubborn, you're going to hurt yourself." Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it, causing you to moan and look up at him.

"You're fucking psycho!"

Loki began pounding into you even harder. His hand gripped your throat, and you felt yourself grow weaker. fast. "Loki, please..." Your vision began to fade, and you started gasping for air.  “Stop…” Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you.

He squeezed them together and pounding his cock into you. You screamed and he slapped your pussy again. He fucked you harder than you'd ever been fucked before. You were sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran down your face but he didn't slow down. He kept fucking you harder than before. Your breasts were bouncing wildly as he pounded into you.

You felt him hit a spot inside of you that caused a surge of pleasure to flow through your body.  "That's it, darling." Loki moaned, slamming his hips harder against yours. "Come on, you know you want to."

You felt your orgasm building. You tried to fight the urge, but you couldn't help yourself. He kept pounding into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot.

"Don’t fight it. You can't resist, so just give in." Loki said thrusting harder and harder, until you were both a moaning, writhing mess. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you arched your back. You moaned loudly as he fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn't fight it anymore, you screamed in pleasure, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

"Fuck, yes! Come for me! Milk my cock, pet"

You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Loki didn't stop, he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your body shook uncontrollably. You cried out again, screaming.

"Please, stop." You pleaded, panting.

Loki ignored you, he fucked you harder and harder, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. "I'm going to fill you with my seed. You'll be leaking it out for days. Every time you sit down or move, you'll feel it dripping down your thighs. You'll be mine."

"Please, Loki! No! Pull out!" You begged, trying to push him off of you. But he was too strong. "Why are you doing this to me?" You cried.

"I'm not going to pull out." Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you. "After you betrayed me, this is the least you deserve. I'm going to make you pregnant. You'll have a little monster running around. You won’t ever leave me again.”

"No! Loki, stop!" You sobbed, crying out. "I'll do anything! Please don't cum in me."

"It's too late, pet." Loki ignored your pleas, he continued thrusting hard. He rubbed your clit, "Cum with me, my sweet." He was rubbing it harder, making it hard for you to keep up with his thrusts.

You shook your head. Loki growled. "Now."

You gasped, "No! No!" You cried out, trying to pull away. You couldn't fight it anymore. You moaned loudly. Your whole body spasmed with your orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him.

Loki groaned. You felt him got bigger inside you. He let out a long moan. "Take my cum."  He spilled his hot seed inside you. It filled you, filling you up, some of it spilling out. You could feel it filling your womb, stretching your belly. It was so warm.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, pushing more of his cum into you. "No! Please stop!"

Loki laughed, his cock was still hard and pushed his cock back into your pussy. "Oh, but we're not done yet. I'm not finished with you yet." He pushed himself deeper inside you. He was still coming. "This is just the beginning."

"You're fucking insane."

"Yes, I know." Loki was still pumping his cock in and out of you. "I'm going to train your body. You're going to crave me, my cock, and my cum. And every time you see me, you're going to want me to fuck you. You'll need me."

"No!" You cried.

"Yes, yes, you will. Because I'm the only one who can satisfy you." He was thrusting harder, deeper, his pace increasing.

You were afraid he might never stop. And he never did.

It had felt like hours. You lost count on how many times you had orgasmed. It was too much. The room was spinning, the pain and pleasure becoming too much. You were so sensitive, every touch sending you over the edge.

“Loki, please stop. I’m begging you.” You were exhausted, spent, and sore. You couldn’t take it anymore. But you couldn’t stop him, he was too strong and too weak. He kept fucking you over and over again until you were almost at the point of passing out. But he made sure you never did by using his magic to keep you awake.

"Look at your beautiful, stretched pussy. My seed is already filling you."

You whimpered, you could feel it. You could feel the weight of his cum inside you. He never pull out. He kept coming, and his cock kept spurting more and more. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have so much cum. He was fucking you again and again.

"You'll learn to love me. You'll learn to beg for me. You'll learn to come on command. You'll learn to obey me. You'll learn to pleasure me. You'll learn to worship me. Because that is how we are, my sweet."

It seemed like an eternity, but finally, he was done. He collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His cock remained buried inside your pussy, and you felt him softening inside you. Your pussy ached from the rough pounding he had given you.

"You are mine, my sweet. Now and forever." He said, giving you a possessive look.

You felt his cum slowly trickle out of you. Your belly was still swollen from the amount he had pumped into you. You had never felt so full. It was like you were a water balloon, and he had been filling you with water.

Loki kissed you deeply. You could barely fight him back, you were too weak. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back to check on you later." Loki got up from the bed and walked away.

The door shut. You laid there, stunned and exhausted. You were still trying to process what had happened, but there was one thing you knew for sure. You were trapped. You were his prisoner.

He was not going to let you go. Ever.

"I hate you, Loki." You whispered.

And you knew he heard it.

E/N : I intentionally made her emotion sway back and forth, torn between desiring him yet hating his actions. They're both twisted in their own ways, perhaps that's why they complement each other.

Honestly, I'm not entirely content with how the story is going; I might rewrite or delete it later, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!

Let me know if you enjoy dark fics too! I adore them and plan to write more.

[into-crazy]

hot tub surprise

Negan Smith x Female Reader one shot

Non-apocalyptic AU // The Walking Dead AU

Summary: You sneak over to your older next door neighbor's house and use his hot tub. Hoping that he'll come out and catch you.

Warnings- mature language, alcohol consumption, age gap(reader's over 18, Negan's in his 40s), breaking and entering, NSFW, SMUT, slight masochism, masturbation, degradation, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, ages 18+

Author's Note: There were a few times where I had to stop and take a deep breath to calm down because it got pretty hot lol. But I had a lot of fun writing this one, I hope you guys like it♡

💕divider by @saradika-graphics

There was something you always liked about your next door neighbor, Negan Smith.

Maybe it was because you were into older men. It could be his cocky, devil-may-care personality. Or perhaps it was that deep husk in his voice that always made your pussy throb. But ever since he's moved here you've had your eyes on him.

You are under the impression that perhaps Negan was attracted you too. As he showers you with compliments every time you see him. There have also been a few times where you've caught him staring at you a little too long. And he's always searching for a reason to be able to "accidentally" touch you in some way.

However, he's never actually told you or made some sort of move. Though neither have you.

The reason being that you are still currently living with your parents. One of them is always around which makes it difficult for you to try and flirt with him. You don't want your parents to know that you're attracted to your older neighbor. What would they think if they found out? Certainly they would disapprove. What makes the matter even worse is that Negan is really good friends with your father. So.. double yikes.

Still, you're always looking for the perfect opportunity to make a move on him.

Luckily for you, your parents are going out of town this weekend to celebrate their anniversary. Your father took another day off from work so that they can come back on Monday. That way they have more time to spend alone together. So there had never been a better opportunity for you than now.

Negan's got a hot tub in his backyard. He had it installed last year. On cool, windy nights he's often in there. In nothing but his black swim trunks, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. You know this all too well because you have a perfect view of it from your bedroom window. It would be embarrassing to admit how many times you've looked out of your window to see if he was out there. Not that you're a total stalker. Only staring at him for no more than a few seconds before carrying on with your day. But man, seeing his wet body sure does make everything better. That broad, hairy chest and those toned, tattooed arms glistening from the water. You've certainly fantasized about being with him in that spa plenty of times. Straddling his lap and making out with him until one of you takes it further.

Negan had said that your parents or even the three of you could go over to use it anytime you wanted. Your parents had went together a couple times. You didn't want to feel like a third wheel, so you didn't go when they invited you. There wasn't any way you would go by yourself, as it doesn't seem appropriate. However, now that your parents are going out of town for a while.. perhaps you could make something work with that.

//

Thursday evening.

Your father and Negan are sitting on the patio, having a couple of beers. When Negan asks about weekend plans, your father tells him about their anniversary getaway. How this is their 25th year together and they wanted to do something special. They are going to be staying at a luxury, spa hotel next to the lake. Spending the entirety of their time there relaxing by the water, drinking expensive wine, and getting full body massages.

"That sounds very nice, the two of you will have a great time." Negan offers his thoughts on the matter. "Twenty five years? That's fucking remarkable."

"Yeah, thanks. We're really looking forward to it." Your father replies before downing the rest of his bottle. "Hey, y/n!" He calls for you from outside.

You poke your head out, briefly locking eyes with Negan and giving him a nod before looking at your father. "Yeah?"

"Could you grab me another beer, sweetheart?"

Negan leans forward, holding his bottle up. "Make that two, would you?"

You go to retrieve them and your father asks Negan if he has anything going on this weekend.

Negan takes the last sip of his beer, taking a second to ponder on it. "Do I have something to do? Uh no, not much." You come back outside with two beers in your hands. Walking over to them you hand your father his beer first as he was closer. "Think I'm gonna spend the weekend drinking and relaxing, myself." You go to give the other bottle to Negan. His hand reaches out to grab it as he keeps talking, "maybe take a dip in the hot tub." His fingers brush over yours as he takes the beverage. You look at him and he gives you a half smirk, "thank you darlin'."

"You're welcome." You smile back at him before turning around to go back inside. God, the tension you've just felt. Also, that pet name definitely made you blush.

Good thing your father was focused on popping opening his bottle and didn't notice the exchange. Because you were certainly burning up after that. Why does Negan keep doing that to you? Surely he must know the effect he has on you. And that mention about his hot tub was certainly a jab at you. Yeah.. he knows. He fucking knows!

//

Friday arrives.

You had work/studies the whole morning. But your parents spent the time getting everything ready for their trip. Making sure that they had their bags packed, and checking to see that things at home will be in order while they're gone. Once the afternoon rolls around, you are in the driveway waving your parents goodbye.

"Have a great time- and drive safe!" You call out just before they drive away.

Finally, you will be home alone for the next few days. Which means you'll have Negan all to yourself.

You've come up with a bold plan. Something risky. You are going to make the first move. Show him how very interested you are in him.

Negan had left his house shortly after the sun had went down. Which wasn't an issue for you, since that would make it much easier for you to carry out your plan.

You picked out the hottest, most revealing bikini that you own and booked it over to Negan's house. Making sure that none of the other neighbors see you before letting yourself in through the backyard gate. It wasn't new to you as you've already been here quite a few times for casual hangouts and such with your parents. But it's now the first time you been over here by yourself. It brings on a surge of adrenaline.

Taking the time you have to set the mood, you start up the spa. Turning on his radio and setting it on low to your local station that plays all the best love songs. After everything seems to be set, you take off your clothes and climb into the large tub. Settling into the water with a sigh. The water is hot and the jets feel amazing on your back. Now you know why Negan loves this thing so much, it's incredible!

Some time goes by before you ultimately hear the sound of a car pulling up front. You get up out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub. On the farthest one, that way you are facing the back door in which you anticipate Negan will come out from. There are lights being turned on inside, confirming that he's home. Your heart pounds faster in your chest when you realize they're getting closer. Then the light above you comes on, the door swings open, and out steps Negan.

The instant his eyes land on you he is visibly shocked. "What the hell- y/n? What are you doing here?"

His eyes travel down your entire body then snap back up to your face. You're wearing the tiniest fucking bikini he's ever seen, it's barely covering anything!

You bite your lip, looking him up and down. He's got on a fitted tshirt with some dark jeans, and his leather jacket folded over his arm. You grin at him before reply, "hi Negan. I hope you don't mind that I came over for a dip, since you said I could anytime." Using one hand to brace yourself on the tub, you lean back and spread your legs. Running the other hand teasing up your thigh. "I'd really like it if you'd join me."

He speaks to you with a mixture of anger and urgency, "damn it y/n, this seriously isn't the-" Something cuts him off.

"Hey, there you are." A woman suddenly steps out of the house looking for Negan. You quickly close your legs, startled by this new woman's presence. Her gaze immediately widens at you before turning towards him, "I'm sorry, who's this?"

This is one of the most embarrassing things that could have ever happened to you. Clearly she saw you flirting lewdly with Negan. You search around desperately for something to cover up, but there's nothing nearby. The lower half of your body is frozen in place and refuses to move. So you sit there awkwardly. Managing to get out, "shit, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't realize you had company."

The woman still stares at Negan, expecting an answer. He sighs, "this is my neighbor. She lives right next door. Look I swear, I didn't know she would come over like this. But I know her parents and we'll find a way to deal with this."

He looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, which crushes you even more. You wish you could just go back to prevent this from happening.

The woman still appears uneasy about the whole situation, and rightfully so. You've just completely interrupted their evening. She motions towards the door, "yeah I think I'm going to go. You obviously have something here you need to take care of and I really don't want to stay for that."

Negan swears under his breath, shaking his head before replying. "Yeah, I understand."

He opens the door so she can go inside and grab her things. As she goes in, he directs his attention towards you. "Stay right there. Don't you go anywhere, young lady."

You give him an apologetic nod and he steps in after the woman. Sinking back into the water as it gives you some form of coverage. This sucks. It seriously does. Now you're worried that he's going to tell your parents about this, fuck! You use the time to come up with something, to beg him not to tell on you.

A minute or so goes by before the opening of the door catches your attention. Negan steps outside. He takes a few steps towards you, then plants his feet and crosses his arms. He looks beyond pissed. "Well then, would you mind telling me what the fuck you think you're doing?"

You tense up, unable to make or hold eye contact with him. Instead choosing to stare down at the water in front of you. "I-I'm really sorry, Negan. I shouldn't have come over like this."

"No you shouldn't have, this is highly inappropriate." He berates you more. "And you know that. What the hell were you thinking?"

Tears start to form in your eyes. You feel like a dog that's being scorned for peeing on the carpet. "I know it is, and I'm so sorry.. But I promise to never do it again. I'll just go home okay. P-Please don't tell my parents about this."

Negan clicks his tongue sharply at that. "Shit I don't know. There's a lot you did that I can't just let go. Breaking into my backyard, using my stuff without asking, wearing practically nothing and then opening your legs in front of me like a fucking slut."

You miss the way his tone changes towards the end of that last sentence. "I sincerely apologize, and especially for ruining your date. I didn't mean to do that. I won't do it ever again."

He exhales heavily. "Look at me."

You muster up enough courage to bring your gaze up towards him. He looks hot when he's mad. And you hate to admit it, but his scolding gives your core a pleasant sensation. It's a strange feeling, you're unsure how to describe it. Your thighs squeeze together as a result of that. Negan seems to have caught on to that as well.

"I guess I don't have to tell your folks about any of this," he starts. "And I won't tell them, if you get back up that ledge and spread those legs again."

"I'm- you want me to do what?" You reply shakily. Not sure whether you heard him correctly or not. But that heavy look in his eyes tell you that he was dead serious.

"I said get back on that Goddamn ledge and spread those pretty fucking legs for me. You want me to keep my mouth shut, don't you?"

A shiver rattles your spine at his words. You nod, "mhm."

He gives a hum. "What are you waiting for, then? Get your ass up there."

You emerge from the water and sit right back where you were before. Doing as you're told and opening your legs. Shame and arousal mix together pleasantly throughout your body when you notice his gaze trailing over every part of your body.

Negan gives a wolf whistle, "Hot damn that is a wonderful sight to see." He is at the other side of the tub now, leaning against it to get a better view. "Now do me a favor and undo those straps, sweetheart. I wanna see it all."

Using your hand you release every strap of your bikini. Starting first with the top, then the bottoms. Letting the articles fall onto the floor behind you. You are now completely naked, your plush breasts and warm cunt on full display before Negan.

He licks his lips, "shit baby, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous." There is a tent at the front of his pants, indicating that he's getting hard from the sight of you. He removes his own clothing, stripping down to his boxers. Then he climbs into the tub, sitting at the opposite end of you. "Go on and touch yourself."

Your fingers move to your clit, drawing circles at a teasing- yet pleasurable pace. Inserting them into your aching hole then bringing them back to smear your wetness around your bud. Releasing moans and whimpers that are music to Negan's ears.

He runs his own hand over his bulge. His breath is getting heavier, "is this how you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?"

"Yes," you nod, admitting that you do.

"Yeah, I bet you think about me every time huh? Thinking about my fingers instead of your own inside you. Sitting that pretty ass on my face while I eat that pussy. Or my cock slamming in and out of you as I fuck you dumb. Is that right baby?"

Your hips stutter as you listen to every filthy word that left his mouth. "God, yes.. I think about you all the time Negan. I want you s-so bad."

A chuckle leaves his lips. "I know you do." He leaves the wall and comes closer to you. His hazel eyes filled with lust. "And you wanna know something? I want you too." Standing directly before you, he places his large palms on your thighs. Gliding them up to your stomach. "I've wanted you for so long, you have no fucking idea how crazy it drove me." He brings his face closer to where his lips are almost touching yours. "And now that I've got you all to myself I'm gonna take my time and enjoy every second of it."

He leans in, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss. Slipping his tongue into your welcoming mouth, you can taste the whiskey that he'd been drinking. The roughness of his beard scratches pleasantly against your soft skin while he devours you. One of his hands caresses your breasts as he trails wet kisses and marks down your neck. Pulling back slightly to look at your breast when he rubs and pinches at your peaked nipple. "You've got some nice tits." He states, taking it into his mouth to suck on the bud.

Your fingers run through his hair while he sucks marks on to your chest. Meanwhile your core is aching for some attention, your hips press against him. "Negan, please."

He chuckles at your neediness. "Look at you squirming for me. Don't worry, I'm gonna give you what you need." Sliding further down your body, he brings his face to your pelvis. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, wasting no more time as he buries his face in your eager cunt. He licks a long strip up your slit towards your clit, letting out a deep groan. "Fuck, your pussy tastes amazing." He laps at you a few more times before his tongue travels upward to lick and suck on your clit. Inserting two of his thick fingers into your dripping entrance, he begins pumping them in and out of you. Skillfully curling them against that spot that immediately gets you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Oh f-fuck, right there- please." You moan, right on the verge of sweet release. Trying hard not to be too loud as to not alert any of the neighbors.

He can feel by the tightening of your walls that you are about to cum. "Go ahead baby, cum all over my face."

His approval was everything you needed. Your orgasm gushes out of you while you let go with a strained cry. Negan laps it up with a satisfied hum. There's a shift in his eyes when he looks up at you, they're darker. Hungrier. Once you come back down from the high you bring your focus to his cock, straining to get out of his drenched boxers. The article sticking to his skin, giving a gorgeous outline of his manhood. You reach down, palming it. The action making him hiss.

"Want something, darlin'?"

You reach under the waistband to fully grasp his hardened member. Stroking it while whispering, "I want this.. want you."

"Good, because I need to feel that pussy around my dick now." He snatches you off from the edge, turning you around and bending you over it. Tugging down the rest of his boxers, he pulls out his cock. He lines himself up with your entrance and slides right in, the intrusion making both of you groan. The water sloshes around more violently as he pounds into you. "Shit you're so fucking tight. Keep sucking me right in" He pants while thrusting into you. You moan in ecstasy, not able to do much but lay there and take his cock. He leans over you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head to the side so he can talk in your ear. "Such a dirty fucking girl you are. I wonder what your old man would think if he found out, hm? That you snuck over here and let me fuck you like the horny little slut that you are."

You let out a loud cry in response, your spongy walls clamping tighter down on him. "I.. I don't know." Was all you manage to mutter out.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips, brushing past your sensitive skin. "Oh you don't? Maybe I should ask him then."

"No!" You nearly scream out loud. "Don't tell him, please!"

His brutal thrusting doesn't falter, slamming into you balls deep every thrust. "I won't if you promise to be a good girl and cum on my cock."

"God yes- yes! I promise to cum all over your cock."

His hand snakes in front of you to rub firmly on your clit. The extra stimulation making your body tremble uncontrollably under him. You are so close to cumming and so is he, but he needs you to let go first. He urges you on, "that's it baby, cum for me."

"Ohh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Your eyes roll back and you finally cum. Cunt squeezing down hard on his cock and milking him of his own orgasm. He pulls out of you just in time to shoot his load all over your back. Releasing a deep groan as he paints your skin with his warm, milky seed.

"Holy shit," Negan laughs breathlessly. The two of you stay there for a few seconds to catch your breaths. He is the first to move, "alright stay right here. I'm gonna get something to clean you up." He exits the spa, going to collect a towel from the towel rack. Stepping back in he uses the article to wipe your pussy and the cum from your back. Making sure you are nice and clear before tossing the soiled cloth on to the floor. He taps you lightly, "all done."

"Thank you," you return coming off the edge and settling down next to him in the relaxing water. Both naked and satisfied.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving you a sweet peck on your lips. "That was fucking incredible."

"Mm, sure was." You sigh contentedly, resting your head on his chest.

His thumb brushes affectionately against your arm. "It looks like I've got you all to myself for the next couple of days."

"What happens after that?"

He gives a half smirk. "We'll figure that out later. But you are mine and I'm not giving you up, that's for damn sure."

You grin widely at his answer.

[shockercoco]

Whiskey

Major John Egan x reader

Warnings - few swear words, flirting, alcohol

Word count - 1418

a/n - it's been sooo long, mainly because I've been focused on doing applications to transfer colleges. I also didn't know who to write about for a while after farleigh, lol. I hope you enjoy :)

“How much longer are you going to be back there?” your friend groans from the other side of the bar. The bar staff requested extra hands since a large number of pilots and crew had arrived, and for some reason you volunteered to help out. 

“I have another hour left, and then I’m finished,” you say as you hand the guy next to her his drink. She just groans in response. “Plus, you said you were planning on ditching me and finding someone to entertain you for the night.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same when I’m doing it alone.”

“You do realize I’m not the only person you know here, right?” You tell her as another uniformed man walks up to the bar.

“Can I get a round of whiskeys and a ginger beer, please?” the man asks before your friend could answer. You nod and get started on his order.

“Ginger beer?” you hear your friend ask in a judgemental yet light tone.

“Don’t worry it’s not for me,” the man lets out a small laugh. You hand him his drinks on a tray, and he thanks you before walking away.

“You may not be the only person I know, but you're the only one I really like. But I’ll leave you alone to do your job and make my way to where that man just went,” your friend nudges her head in his direction. After following him with your eyes you give her a ‘really’ look once you spot the table and she gives you an innocent shrug in return.

The table is surrounded by nothing but higher ups. It also happens to include the inseparable best friends Major John “Bucky” Egan and Major Gale “Buck” Cleven.

“Maybe once you get Major Egan you’ll be able to put in a good word for me with Major Cleven, or if I get to Cleven first, I could put in a good word for you. We could do the whole double date thing. Their names have a nice ring to it don’t you think?” 

“Lower your voice,” you shush her as you glance around for any listening ears. All of the men in the bar know one another in some way, and word travels fast.

“What? You’ve had a crush on the guy for the longest time, and you do nothing about it every time he flies in,” she tells you. “If you ask him out and he turns you down, it's not like you have to see him for long.”

“I’m sorry, have you met me? What makes you think I would ever go up to a guy and ask him out?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I guess I’ll just have to be bold for the both of us. Can I get a shot before I go, I’m going to need some liquid courage to take these men on.”

“Take your shot and go,” you say as you wave her off with your hand after placing her shot down in front of her. She takes her shot and wanders off, but not before giving you a smirk. You just playfully roll your eyes in return.

You don’t realize how much time goes by with the constant swarm of men coming up to the bar, but when you decide to look up at the clock on the wall you notice you only have ten minutes left until you're free. It has pretty much slowed down given the fact that most of the men were already drunk out of their minds, but the room was far from quiet.

“Next time it’ll be me who knocks his ass out,” you hear a voice say as they come up to the bar you currently had your back to.

You turn around confused, planning to question the person, but you freeze a little once you notice Major Eagan infront of you. You feel yourself panic a little given the fact that this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. He must see your confused expression though because he begins to explain himself.

“Sorry not you, I was talking to one of my buddies. He knocked some brit out on the first punch,” he says, but not before quickly adding, “It was well deserved though, the man was a prick.”

You just nod in response, not knowing what to say to that other than, “Can I get you anything, Major?”

“Yes, whiskey please,” he smiles as he leans his uniform covered arms on the bar top.

“You wouldn’t happen to belong to the table that requested all those whiskeys tonight would you?” you ask as you turn around to grab a bottle and glass. You also try to keep your hands steady and your face as neutral as possible.

“Guilty,” he lets out a small laugh as you set his drink in front of him. He doesn’t reach out to touch it, but keeps those blue eyes of his on you. “Got a problem with whiskey?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“Because I could’ve sworn you made a face when I said it,” he tells you, but there’s no attitude behind it. Good observation skills on his part, bad concealing skills on your part. He is a soldier after all.

“Oh, you caught that,” you let out a little laugh as you try to busy yourself with something behind the bar. As much as you would like to keep talking to him – because you would most likely never get the chance again – you kind of wish he would walk away so you could control your sweating. Your friend would probably slap you if you turned this interaction down though.

“Yeah, is there a story behind it or you just don’t like whiskey?” 

“I just don’t like it,” you say, and it’s true. You feel it’s way too strong, especially to be drinking so casually.

“You have one of the best whiskeys sitting on that shelf behind you, and you're telling me you don’t like it?” you’re not looking at him, but you can hear a playful tone in his voice. If only your friend could see you now, wherever she is.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Uh huh,” he replies in a tone that tells you he doesn’t believe you. “When are you able to leave from behind there?” he motions to you behind the bar. 

You take a glance up at the clock at the wall and notice you’re not supposed to leave for another three  minutes. But, then again, a cute guy is standing across from you so who cares?

“Now actually,” you respond.

“Well then pour yourself a glass, and I’ll drink it with you,” he tells you, and you feel your stomach flutter. It also could be that you’re nauseous from being so nervous.

“This sounds an awful lot like peer pressure,” you joke and he lets out a laugh. 

You do as he says and pour yourself a glass because what the hell. He raises his up as a form of cheers, and you do the same before you both tilt your heads back and drink. You pull a face as the liquid burns going down your throat; he just laughs. 

“You really don’t like it,” he says as you set your glass down.

“I prefer sweeter things like wine. You know, the stuff that doesn’t taste like acid,” you say, and he just lets out another laugh at your response.

“Well I’ll remember that for next time,” he says, and you almost drop your guys’ cups, which you just picked up to put away.

“Next time?” you pause before looking up at him.

“Yes. I’m going to be here for a while, and I figured the two of us could do something,” he tells you like it was obvious,” Without any whiskey involved of course.”

“And what makes you think I want to?”

“Because you just spent the past ten minutes having a conversation with me. Oh, and your friend told me to come over here since I helped her get with my buddy Buck,” he gives you a smirk.

Your heart practically slaps the ground, and you feel like you actually might throw up. Part of you isn’t surprised because you were never going to do anything about your crush and your friend knew, and the other part of you is shocked because what happened to girl code?

“Well now I definitely don’t want to,” you tell him, half joking, as you resume cleaning up.

[fraugwinska]

Hello, wait are your requests open? 😅

If yes - i have an idea? :)

Per Charlie's decision everyone goes out for a night out in the town. You stay at the hotel as you weren't feeling well. Thinking the hotel is empty you carelssly leave your room and head to the bar and lounge area. To your surprise it's already occupied - Alastor is drinking whisky and listening to jazz on his old radio. He is already tipsy as he starts slowly dancing with himself. You don't want to interrupt but before you can go back he calls to you and asks if you want to join him. I just really need some tipsy and more relaxed Alastor thay slowly openes up to the reader. Bonus scene: you two fall asleep on the couch and wake up to the whole group staring at you two with the wildests reactions lol

This was such a cute prompt - Thank you for suggesting this, dear Anon! It's a little shorter, but I really like it - hope you do too! :>

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More than words

Thirsty. You are thirsty.

That's the first thought you had when you woke up from your nap. Hell really had eternal suffering, with migraines being just as annoying and painful in hell as they were on earth. You had woken up with pain behind your eyes, and you knew in that exact moment you had to tell Charlie you wouldn't be able to go out tonight, because knowing yourself it would last the whole day and leave you exhausted by the evening.

You peeled yourself out of bed, realizing with relief that the pain and the dull pressure were gone almost completely. One or two glasses of water and a strong espresso, and maybe you were even able to get a good night's sleep. So you threw a cozy, fuzzy cardigan over you and headed to the kitchen. You had expected creepy silence, since it didn't happen often that everyone went out all at once, so you were surprised to hear the faint sounds of pianos, trumpets and drums when you were halfway down the staircase. Maybe Charlie or Husk had left the radio on? Without real reason to you tiptoed the last steps down, peeking around the corner of the corridor leading to the bar. What you saw made you both speech- and breathless.

Alastor, with a glass of whiskey in hand, humming along to Boogie Man by Sid Phillips, eyes closed and dancing just for himself – tipsy, slightly uncoordinated swing steps that might've looked impressive if he wasn't... drunk? At least a bit buzzed, that was for sure.

You watched him in fascination, tapping and twirling, while you contemplated what to do. The only way to the kitchen was through the foyer, which meant you had to pass the bar, ergo Alastor. But you weren't sure how much he would appreciate you catching him in this... state. Yes, you were on good terms, you would even go as far to say you were friends, but that stage of relationship was far too fresh to risk changing it by angering him. You decided that your bathroom sink had to provide the much needed water and fuck the espresso, you turned around to sneak back to your room.

„Oh, I didn't know there was an audience for my show!“

Fuck.

You glanced over your shoulder – Alastor looked you straight in the eye, swaying a bit, grin loose and eyes a little clouded. He sounded more amused than angry, something you didn't expect, but were fucking grateful for.

„Sorry, Al... I didn't think you were home, I just wanted to get some water and head back to my room.“ „Ah,“ Alastor took a sip of his drink, golden brown liquid leaking from the corners of his mouth down to his chin. With careless fingers he wipes it away. „So eager to leave little ol' me hanging...“ He pouted. Alastor, the radio demon pouted. You asked yourself if you might have migraine-incited hallucinations.

„Alastor, are you... okay?“, you ask, carefully turning to him.

„Fantastic dear, just fantastic.“, he muttered, eyeing his now empty glass, „Although drinking in company would certainly be more pleasurable than drinking alone.“

He walked back behind the bar, steps still a little wobbly, and poured himself another, giving you an opportunity. It was the deers crude way of handing you the choice - You could leave now, if you wanted.

Instead, you wrapped the cardigan tighter around yourself, suddenly very aware of your lack of decorum, and with a few steps, you were in front of him, sliding onto one of the stools. Alastor tilted his head at you as you leaned on the counter, both elbows on the slightly sticky surface and face in your hands, sighing.

„Alright tapper, as long as you don't bring my headache back, pour it away.“

----------------------------***----------------------------

„... and wouldn't you believe it, the next time this idiot saw me he just ripped off his whole arm and threw it at me!“

Alastor laughed, loudly and boastfully, slapping his thighs. You joined in with your own laughter, more like a cackle, tongue and restraint loosened by his choice of drink for you – mint julep, apparently one of the only cocktails he knew how to mix, being a favourite from his time in the 1920's. The fresh and cooling drink went easily down your tongue, and both of you had been chatting away for the last hour, mostly Alastor telling you funny anecdotes and you laughing at his stories till your mouth went dry.

While you drank slowly, Alastor rushed every drink down his throat like a parched man. With wonder you watched him, amazed by how much he could take, word unslurred and speech still crisp and transatlantic. The only indicator of his drunkenness: his choice of words became more and more crass. It made you giggle uncontrollably whenever he used profanities that were so unlike him. 

“Can you blame him? That poor man probably didn’t want you to rip it off again - might just do it himself and save the trouble!” “I didn’t even get to the best part, darling - He owned a fucking second hand shop! Ha Ha HA!” He bellowed with laughter,looking more like a mischievous school-boy than a terrifying overlord and you slapped his arm. “Alastor, stop, you’re making this up!” “Absolutely not, it’s the irony that makes the story even more comical.”

You shook your head, stirring the mint leaves in your glass.He was much more easy-going than normal, his cheeks tinted in a pretty shade of red. The biggest difference was his everlasting smile. Tight and wide normally, it had become a loose, content one, playful without the malice it usually carried. He looked even more handsome that way.

“A penny for your thought, cherie.”, he chuckled, arms crossed on the countertop and leaning in closely. The proximity brought the smell of bourbon, warm wood and nutmeg with hints of vetiver. The stronger version of his natural scent. Tasty. The thought shuddered through your mind and you swallowed it quickly with the rest of your own drink. “I just thought about a Chaplin quote that came to mind.” He leaned on his hand, blinking in curiosity, half-lidded eyes telling you to continue - you and him had a thing for his movies, you've watched City Lights together multiple times. “A man's true character comes out when he's drunk.” You mirrored his gesture with a smile of your own, bringing your face even closer to his, which seemed to startle him. “And I gotta say it’s a shame you’re not drunk more often.”

Alastor pulled back, grasping for the whiskey bottle as he avoided your gaze. You were confused - had you offended him? You sat yourself upright, ready to apologize, when he cut you off.

“Better not to reveal this kind of secret to just everyone, my dear. It’s only the ghost of a man long gone, anyways.” He sighed at the bottle in his hands, realizing it was empty. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “Please, you may tell that yourself but I’m not a medium. That man isn’t gone. He's only hiding, deep down in there.”

Foolishly your brain didn’t remind you that Alastor didn’t like to be touched. You reached out, putting your hand flat at his chest, right where his heart would be. As for Alastor, his alcohol-dazed mind couldn’t catch up with what you were doing fast enough. Your palm pressed down, receiving the soothing, soft warmth he always radiated through your sensitive skin, like an old radio that had been left on for too long. His eyes widened, you felt him inhale sharply, yet it took another few seconds for him to react, flinching back.

His barstool wobbled, swinging dangerously, and like in slow-motion he fell backwards, only letting out a small, ulfiltered “Shit!” before he disappeared behind the bar. You jumped up, stuttering “Sorry, sorry, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” while you hurried behind the bar to help him up. He was sprawled out on the floor, almost like a starfish, his chest shaking and an arm thrown over his face. “Alastor, I’m so sorry, are you hurt? Did you hit your head? Fuck, I’m so….”, you stopped abruptly when he burst out laughing. He wheezed, shaking with laughter, and you fell to your knees beside him, relieved and at the same time unnerved. He sat up, still holding his chest with one hand and patting your head with the other.

“Moments like these remind me why I like you so much, darling. Such a blue-eyed, air-headed doe you are.” You met his gaze, ready to banter, but the sad tint in his expression made you decide against that. Instead you shuffled nearer to him, slowly sitting up on your knees, to give him the option to push you away. He didn’t, only watching you closely. You wrapped your arms around his head, pulling him close, his cheek resting on your chest, tight enough he had to hear your heartbeat.

You held him like this until you felt his hands on your back, returning the embrace. HIs breath was warm and heavy on your skin. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was holding back tears. Maybe he was. You just stayed like this, holding him in your arms. Words were unnecessary, unwanted even. Him and you weren’t close enough yet to bring everything he should share into words. But you would be there, whenever that moment came, and for now, this was the right way to express what couldn’t be said. Much more even.

When he pulled away, he did it gently, a soft and thankful smile on his lips. “I think the bar has run dry, my dear.” He stood up, offering you his hand to help you up. You took it, and he left your hand in his as you stood face to face. “How about a warm nightcap to end our day?” ----------------------------***----------------------------

“... You are seeing this too, right? I’m not trippin’?!” “Shhhh! Don’t wake them up.” Charlie hissed at Angel, her eyes round like saucers, staring over the backrest, as did the others. “How can this creep still smile even when he’s sleeping?!”, Vaggie whispered loudly. Angel gave her a sly smile. “You’d smile too if a hot girl slept in your lap like that.” Husk groaned, pulling a paw over his face. “It’s too late and I’m too sober for this shit.” “SSSSSSSHHHHHH! Leave them alone, go! Go to bed, quietly, all of you!”, Charlie shushed them again, shooing them away from the sofa.

She quickly ran to the nearest cabinet, pulling out a thick blanket which she carefully draped over your and Alastors body. She took a few heartbeats to internalize what she everyone saw when they came home.

You looked like a couple. Of course Charlie knew you weren’t. Alastor - half-laying, half-sitting asleep on the sofa - had his arm around you, his head resting on the top of your head. You were serenely slumbering while nuzzled against his chest, legs pulled up and looking like you were mended to his side. You, too, were smiling. On the cofffee table in front of the sofa were two cups of what looked and smelled like hot milk with honey, the porcelain still faintly warm to the touch and the liquid barely touched. She suppressed the squeal she wanted to squeal.

After she was done, she quietly took a few steps back, scanning that you were both still fast asleep, then she took Vaggie’s hand and together they headed to their own room. Charlie knew you weren’t a couple. But she also knew that was only a matter of when you would become one, not if.

[itsphoenix0724]

Promises (Rhysand x Reader)

Summary: You don't argue with your husband often, and never anything as serious as this. However, some things may be too hard to come back from.

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of Rhys' trauma from under the mountain

Word Count: 1.7k

Part 2

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing for Rhys, but I apologize; this isn't the happiest thing! This takes place during ACOMAF, and I tried to keep it canon accurate. I may have diverged a little though! I really just needed to get some angst out from first week of school stress lol. If you ever want to interact with me my requests are open! As always constructive criticism is very welcome! I tried to makes this a realistic portrayl of real feelings and emotions. I hope you all enjoy even if it stamps on your heart a bit <3

You’re sitting at the dinner table in the Townhouse, nursing a glass of wine, when you feel your Husband’s power rumble into your bones. It normally feels comforting to you, but now all it does is further the knot of anxiety growing in your stomach.

It’s been a long week. 

It was the first time that Rhys had called in his bargain with Feyre. You’ll always be eternally grateful for what Feyre did for your family, for your court, and the entirety of Prythian. It still didn’t stop the ugly jealousy that clawed at your insides at Rhys spending the week away from you with her. Especially after you learned about the dancing. You knew why it had to happen, you really did. He had explained everything to you in the tearful reunion after he returned from under the mountain. 

You hope Amarantha burned in whatever hell she crawled out from. 

“How was your first week,” you take another gulp of wine, trying to drown the spiders crawling up your throat. 

“I think she’s making some progress. Tamlin isn’t even teaching her how to read! Can you believe that? Even after he saw it almost kill her and his supposedly beloved emissary.” He rubbed out the crease forming between his eyebrows, maneuvering around the kitchen as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. “She was paper thin and so so pale.” he shook his head as he knocked back the liquor. 

“You didn’t come home the whole time.” You tried your best to keep the venom tamped down in your voice, you weren’t even really angry just confused. Judging by the way the muscles in his back tensed your endeavor had not been successful. 

You knew he would have to call in this bargain eventually you just didn’t expect him to ignore you the entire time she was here. He could’ve taken you with him, you had even expressed interest in meeting Feyre. You had wanted to thank her personally for everything she did to you and extend an olive branch for her time in your court. Rhys had shut down the idea immediately because he thought she might have been overwhelmed. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” he turned around and looked at you from his spot leaning against the counter. You didn’t look at him, staring straight at the grooves on the table. You sensed the defensive tone immediately. Rhys almost looks like a cat with all the hair raised on its back. Feline eyes sizing you up like he’s about to pounce on you.

“I just don’t understand why you couldn’t have come home to even sleep. When I tried to reach you mind to mind your shields were up.” Your nails dig into the wood, leaving crescent marks in the pine. Rhys doesn’t have an answer for that when you meet his eyes. It almost looks like he’s looking through you instead of at you. 

“I didn’t want to leave her alone in case she tried to jump out a window.” He says the answer matter-of-factly. It’s the same tone you heard him use during the conferences he held with the citizens. He wasn’t exactly brushing you off, but it didn’t feel like he was listening to you either. 

“Why couldn’t you have just told me that?” Your voice cracked. You have been married to Rhys for almost one hundred years. You could tell when he was being shifty, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something from you. Judging from that regretful look in his eye you were correct. 

“I thought you would react poorly. Clearly, I was correct.” The clipped tone is enough to send a white-hot bolt of anger through your body. 

“Do not blame your poor communication skills on me Rhysand.” The glare you fixed him with could have brought the monster that lurks in the bottom of the library to its knees, but Rhys just met your eyes with a steeled look of his own. 

“She needed help. She was begging somebody to come rescue her. She was withering away in the Spring Court! You know how many times I’ve been pulled from bed because she’s vomiting during the night-” Rhys sounded exasperated. But you were tired, so tired. 

“You’ve barely come to bed since you’ve been back.” Your voice was hardly more than a whisper, but the deafening silence that followed your words made it sound like an explosion. You knew it was a low blow. Rhys sometimes couldn’t stomach sleeping in your bed after what Amarantha did to him. After he was startled awake one night a bolt of his power shot your sleeping form out of the bed because, in his nightmare-filled haze, he had mistaken you for her. He had felt awful, and now mostly slept in one of the guest rooms in fear that he would cause serious damage to you. You had tried to convince him, but he knew how powerful he could be, so you relented. 

“You don’t get to throw that in my face right now.” The growl that came from your husband sounded like cold black death. “She needs to be trained. She needs help-” all the pent-up emotion started to boil over inside you. Your airway got smaller, white noise was sounding through your head, and your eyes couldn’t focus on a spot infront of you. 

“I DO NOT CARE WHAT FEYRE NEEDS!” the boom in your voice surprised even you. Rhys took a step back, you rarely even raised your voice, let alone yelled at him. His eyes widened, but his flood of emotions quickly matched yours. 

“SHE SAVED ME! I PROMISED TO KEEP HER SAFE!” The way Rhy’s voice ricocheted off the walls made you flinch. The pure night-kissed power had stolen the warmth from the room and all the air from your lungs. 

“You made promises to me too. Do you remember that?” your voice echoed out with calm fury as you slipped your ring off your finger and held it up to the light. “Do you remember the promises you made to me when you put this ring on my finger?” You didn’t even know where the rage was coming from, You weren’t angry, but it grabbed ahold like cold unforgiving ocean waves and kept pulling you farther into the eye of the hurricane. “You pledged to me your undying loyalty, your faithfulness, your honesty.” That last word coated your tongue in acid. 

It burned you and Rhys as it left your mouth. 

“Do you truly believe I have been unfaithful to you?” his voice grated out like shards of glass. However, in your current state, it seemed more condescending than questioning. 

“I believe you are not being honest with me. I have been married to you for practically 100 years, and have known you even longer. Do you think I don’t know when you’re not telling me something?”  You shot up from your seat and slammed your wedding ring on the table. His violet shield slipped for just a moment to see the hurt flash in his eyes. You haven’t taken that ring off since he gave it to you. 

“You are being irrational.” Rhys tried to step towards you, but you only backed away from him, shaking your head as tears welled up in your eyes. 

“Why are you being so secretive about Feyre? She is engaged Rhys-you took her from her wedding. If she truly needed help why not bring her to Velaris? Why not let her meet me? Why not let her be happy with Tamlin?” The questions kept pouring out but the protective growl Rhysand made at your last statement had you recoiling. He had given himself away. He obviously knew it too, as he tried to step towards you. The tears kept pouring out as you shook your head. “You need to tell me what’s going on. Right now.” Rhys finally hung his head in defeat as he slumped into one of the chairs. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands as he stared at your trembling figure from the other side of the table. 

“She is my mate.” Your eyes widened in horror. It felt like the dinner you made earlier tonight was going to make another appearance on your kitchen floor. “She is my mate and I don’t know what to do.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know what to do?” Your voice was shaking with scarcely contained fury as you stormed up to the table. “I am your wife. I am your people’s queen. What more is there to think about? I thought you loved me.” A new wave of tears washed over you, and you swear you could hear your heart breaking. It was so loud. You wonder if Rhys could hear it too. 

“Of course I love you!” he looked at you with desperation and pleading in his eyes. “It’s just more complicated.” You shook your head at him as your sobs finally flowed out of your body. 

“It shouldn’t be complicated,” you heaved out through the tears “You promised to choose me every day. If you can’t do that I can’t be here.” You turn from the table and march up the stairs. You distantly hear Rhys get up and follow you to your room as you shove clothes inside a bag. 

“What are you doing? You’re not leaving, are you?” His eyes widened in horror as he tried to grab the items out of your hands. “Darling-”

“Do not call me that right now.” You manage to sniff out the words behind the tears. “I just can’t be here if you cannot choose me. There shouldn’t even be a question.” 

“Where will you go?” He at least had it in him to sound concerned about your well-being. 

“I don’t know, anywhere but here.” You shoved the last thing in your suitcase and winnowed away without another word. You left Rhysand in your house, with your ring sitting on the table. He found himself sitting at the kitchen table for the rest of the night, nursing a bottle of whisky and running over the cool sapphire with the pad of his thumb. He didn’t know if you were ever coming back. He didn’t know where you went. 

What the fuck had he done?

[darkbluekies]

Now that you mentioned drunk Silas, I would like to know what would happen if he came home drunk, lol

And I really like your work

Like literally to die for

Drunk off of you

mafia!yandere OC x fem!reader

Summary: Silas comes home drunk and has a need for you

Warnings: nsfw, possessive behavior

Word count: 0.8k

A/N: my very first sexual scene that I managed to complete!! I really liked it but I'm very nervous to show it so don't be surprised if I become a coward and take it down later</3

Silas fumbles through the door late at night. He grunts sluggishly. You wake up when he accidentally drops his keys on the floor. Quickly, you sit up and look at his dark shadow. 

“Oh, sorry”, he mumbles drunkenly. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Where have you been?” you ask quietly. 

“Nowhere, don’t worry about it, darling.” 

You know better than to ask questions about his whereabouts. You should consider yourself lucky that he isn’t covered in blood as usual.

He drags himself over to the bed and lies on top of your legs, hugging them. Silas presses his cheek against your knees while sighing out. By the way his fingertips dig into the covers, you can already tell just what type of drunk he is tonight. 

“Touch me”, he mumbles with his eyes closed. “Run your fingers through my hair.”

You listen. Carefully, you touch his black strands and let your fingers massage his scalp. Silas breathes out and relaxes. He snuggles closer to your legs and smile. 

“I love you”, he whispers. 

You can’t bring yourself to say it back. Telling a mafia leader that you love him will lock you into a prison you will never get out of, you know that. Better to keep those words to yourself … for now. Instead, you touch his hair again, which seem to be the only answer he needs. Silas opens his dark eyes and looks up at your face. The lustful sparkle makes you gulp. You damn the butterflies that hatch in your stomach. 

“I want you”, he says calmly, surely. “I want to feel you.”

You don’t answer. If you do, you’ll start to babble. Silas lifts himself up and crawls closer to you, until you can feel his whiskey-filled breath on your face. He glances down at your lips before meeting your eyes. The way his black eyes burn with lust intrigue you. 

“Will you let me?” he asks softly. 

You nod. Silas doesn’t waste a second before pressing his lips to yours. He breathes in your air until your lungs burn. His tongue corrupts your mouth with a taste of expensive whiskey. You can feel his fingers dig into the side of your throat and jaw. He wants you closer.

Silas’s every movement is careful — as careful as a wasted person can manage. Your bare body press against his much warmer. Silas wraps his muscular arms around your waist, holding you close. He wants you pressed up against him — be one with him. 

“Doing okay?” he breathes out and pulls back to look at you. 

You nod. Silas smiles lazily and dives into you. For a moment you’re certain that you can see sounds and hear colors. Suddenly you can feel every single fiber in your body. You hide your face down in Silas’s shoulder, trying to come back to reality. Silas chuckles and runs his hand down your back. 

“You flatter me, darling”, he smirks. “Do you need a moment?”

You nod against his shoulder, feeling more flustered than you’ve ever been. Silas laughs lovingly and kisses your cheek. You can feel how he draws circles on your back while whispering sweet affirmations in your ear. 

He takes your hands as he starts to move, squeezing them harshly. You're not sure if he does it to soothe you or himself. In reality, he feels as overwhelmed as you. There's nothing he likes more than to be filled with you. You, you and only you. His darling. His sweetheart. His reason to live. His. Silas loves to call you his. You're his and no one else's, will never ever be. He's the only one allowed to be inside of you, and the very thought of it makes his brain jump. He wants to show you off and brag to the world and at the same time keep you all to himself. 

You don’t know what to do with your body, you can’t control it. Silas grabs your hands and holds them above you in an attempt to stretch you out and keep you on the mattress.

“Feeling good?” he whispers in your ear and you nod quickly. “Good.”

He continues to talk and talk and talk, until his words turn darker and darker. From sweet nothings like ‘you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me’, ‘you’re doing so good’ to husky promises of ‘I will never let you go’ and ‘you’re mine only’. The more the alcohol leaves his body, the drunkness of you enters — and that’s much more dangerous than any kind of drug. Despite his words turning more and more possessive, his body language stays the same.

Maybe that’s why you can’t seem to hate him. Despite his actions, he will always be sweet to you. But even if he wasn’t, he said it himself: he will never let you go, you’re his only.

[dixons-sunshine]

hi!! i absolutely adore your writing, could i request daryl and gn!reader celebrating the reader’s birthday (fluff please)? it’s my birthday and i’m a very guilty lover of self-indulgent fics 💗

Happy Birthday, Bug | Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: Happy birthday, my love! I’m sorry this is so rushed and not my best work, and probably not what you had in mind, but I hope you like this! (Also, I feel like Daryl is a bit ooc in this, but I’m rolling with it lol.)

“Daryl, where are you taking me? We’ve been walking forever,” Your voice rung out through the air. To say you were confused about the archer’s behaviour would be an understatement. Having been together since the fall of the farm, you had slowly but surely started chipping away at his walls, worming your way into his heart and soul. Due to that, you could read the huntsman quite well.

However, at that particular moment, as you followed Daryl deeper into a part of the prison that you had yet to explore since it had been cleared out, you realized that there were still moments where you just couldn’t decipher what was going on in his complex mind.

“Jus’ follow me, Bug,” Daryl chuckled, his crossbow lifted in front of him in case the two of you encountered any threats that could potentially be lurking in the shadows. “Promise we’re almost there.”

“Yeah, that’s what you said ten minutes ago,” you mumbled, grimacing at the pain that shot through your elbow when you accidentally hit it against the side of the wall when you and Daryl took yet another turn.

Daryl heard the slight hiss that left your mouth, and he shot you a concerned look over your shoulder. “Y’alright?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him with a small nod. “I’d feel even better if I knew where we were going and why I was dragged out of our cell at...” You checked your watch, one of the few items that somehow still worked after all that time. “Eight in the morning, when I was asleep after getting back from my watch shift.”

Daryl simply turned his head, not trusting his face to remain neutral, and he was correct in his mistrust; a small smile spread across his face. You didn’t even realize what made this particular day so special. That just added to the element of surprise. “S’a surprise,” he mused, taking another turn down a corridor. The surprise was set up quite a bit away from the main part of the prison, due to the fact that Daryl didn’t want anyone, especially not the newest additions to the group—the Woodbury residents—interrupting what he hoped would be a good moment.

“Wha—” Your response to his words were cut off when the archer came to an abrupt stop. You collided against his back, nearly falling flat on your behind. You would have, had it not been for the fact that Daryl turned around caught you just in time. You sent him a grateful smile, although a tinge of playfulness was laced in it. “Is my surprise being in the arms of the man I love? Because if it is, I can tell you that you didn’t have to go through all of this. I gladly would’ve let you hold me if you just asked.”

Daryl rolled his eyes affectionately and stepped away, before walking to stand behind your back. “Nah, s’not yer surprise.” He covered your eyes with his hands, ignoring your sounds of protests as he slowly and carefully led you a few steps further, guiding you down a final turn, right to your surprise. “This is.”

His hands fell away from your eyes, and you gasped at the sight in front of you; rose petals littered the ground, leading up to a table that held two bowls of what you assumed to be some sort of stew, a bottle of whiskey resting in the middle, and the scene was illuminated by a few candles surrounding the table.

“Happy Birthday, Bug,” Daryl whispered in your ear from behind, his hands rubbing up and down your arms in a soothing manner.

A surprised laugh escaped your chest, and you shook your head at yourself for forgetting what day it was. However, in your defense, with everything going on, it was a bit hard to keep track of the days, so you were pleasantly surprised to know that Daryl had done so. You turned to him in surprise. “How’d you know it was my birthday?” you questioned, still amazed by the effort your partner had put into his surprise for you, one you greatly appreciated.

Daryl shrugged nonchalantly. “Beth’s been keepin’ track’a the days in that diary of hers. Asked her to tell me when yer birthday was comin’ up, so that I could do somethin’ special for you.” Unbidden, a look of insecurity flashed through his eyes. Did you hate the surprise? “M’sorry this ain’t exactly like those movies. I asked Carol to help me set this up, and we did the best we could with the things we could find. I wanted this to be at night, like the movies, but I have to keep watch tonight, so I figured—”

You cut Daryl’s rambling off by pressing a soft, tender kiss on his lips. When you pulled back, you gave him a big smile. “It’s perfect,” you reassured him softly, your hands gently cupping his cheeks. “It’s absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

Daryl smiled bashfully. “Ain’t nothin’.” Suddenly remembering something, he reached into his pocket and pulled something out, and you gasped at the object in his hands—it was a bracelet with little bees and fireflies as the charms, and the sentiment, the callback to the nickname he so affectionately called you, made you tear up. “I, uh... I got this for ya.”

You pulled Daryl in for a hug, one that took the archer off guard, but he reciprocated nonetheless. “Thank you,” you whispered, nuzzling your face into his chest.

Daryl rested his chin on top of your head, his heart swelling with love for you. “‘Course,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on top of your head. “I love ya, Bug.”

“And I love you, Daryl. I love you so much.”

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Hello, dears ❤ I do apologize for the lack of content lately (Moving to Germany and getting everything settled, on top of writer´s block and taking German lessons is the culprit, I swear 😂) BUT, I finally got around to writing that scene where Reader has to serve Alcina tea while wearing a remote control vibrator 👀This was written with Sasha in mind (if you can´t tell lol) and I do hope some of you will enjoy! ❤

TW: Slight degradation

Word count: 2,054

The castle clock hadn't yet made it to nine when you found yourself waiting dutifully outside of your employer´s office. You had known better than to enter the large room at a time other than exactly when she requested you to. Being early at Castle Dimitrescu was considered just as much of an offense as being late, with just as dire consequences depending on the Countess´mood. So, you stood there, quietly, obediently, waiting for the old steel bells in the clocktower to strike nine. You had made a point to make sure that everything placed on the silver tray in your hands was precisely as she liked it, your uniform had been freshly pressed, your hair as neatly done as you could get it, and the small toy she had commanded you to wear nestled deep within your core was - while albeit, a little uncomfortable - nice and securely settled in. 

The sound of the first bell had almost made you jump, nearly knocking the antique silver teapot over in turn. You rolled your eyes at yourself and straightened out your vest. You were admittedly more nervous than you´d expected to be - but also excited. Your arousal already beginning to pool, pulsing against the firmness of the toy. Your heart all but a flutter as the final bell finally struck, forcing a slight flush across your cheeks. With a short exhale you knocked softly on the large door. 

“You may enter, pet.” 

Her voice was warm, aged - like a finely distilled whiskey. The sound of it alone brought an even deeper heat to your cheeks, and you knew right then and there that this wasn't going to be easy. Not a single drop spilled, she had said. Not a single one. 

And she had meant it. 

You entered quickly and without pause, eyes adjusting to the bright morning sun as it shown brilliantly into the normally darkened room. Luminous rays of warmth basking the Countess in a dusting of cladden gold. 

“Right on time, pet. As always.” She smirked, looking up at you over the rim of her reading glasses - her desk covered in a mess of invoices and letters for the day ahead. You cleared your throat. 

“Of course, my lady.”

“I do believe that's how you prefer me, Countess, is it not?”

She carefully placed the paper she had been reading on top of the others before allowing the smirk on her lips to curl a little deeper. “Mh, obedient little thing, hm? So eager to please.”

You swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. <i>Fuck, she wasn’t going to make this easy, was she?</i> Still, you smirked a little in turn, walking closer to the desk, your stride slightly staggered. 

She chuckled. “Feeling rather cheeky this morning, I see.” 

At this you only grinned, placing the serving tray on the one empty spot on her desk and raised the teapot in your hands. “Tea?”

She chuckled again and nodded, leaning back into her chair - with one perfectly shaped eyebrow arched in your direction as her gaze raked you over, watching you. She was absolutely stunning in the fresh morning light - nearly evanescent. Her raven locked hair perfectly styled and a tight fitted, white collared shirt in place of her normal everyday dress. It was cuffed at her forearms and hugged her body quite exquisitely. In that moment, you were certain the small toy that remained in your core was already sufficiently drenched, its presence becoming ever more noticeable as you began to set out the tea.   

“I'm assuming you haven’t forgotten our deal?” 

She traced her fingers down your arm and your core immediately clenched, forcing you to adjust your stance. 

“O-of course not, my lady.” 

“Not a <i>single drop</i>.. Or there will be consequences.” 

You nodded. “Yes, my lady.” 

She smirked. 

“Though, something tells me you'd rather enjoy that.” The chuckle that now danced darkly across her lips was dripping in desire, much like the juices that had already begun to drip from your core. And the sight of the small black remote appearing casually between her fingers only fueled that.

Gods, she was not playing fair and she knew-

“Mph-!” 

You let out an embarrassingly needy moan the moment you felt the warm, abrupt vibration deep inside you, your knees almost immediately buckling. 

Fuck. Why had you agreed to this again??

Because you loved it, that's why. You loved the effect she had on you and just how needy she could get you. You loved how aroused you already were, knowing just how much higher she'd eventually take you. With your core soaking wet and absolutely aching for her. 

And this, she knew. 

“Mh.. you look a little flushed, my pet. Is the tea too hot for you?” 

Oh, that devilish smirk as she leaned back into her chair even more, eyes bright with a teasing glint while she idly allowed the remote to dance between two fingers. You cursed softly under your breath before straightening your back, teapot still in hand. 

“Quite the contrary, my lady. The only thing too hot in this room, is you.” You replied with a smug smile, making her chuckle. 

“Always with that silver tongue of yours.” 

“Last I checked you quite enjoyed my tong-” 

Another wave of pleasure erupted in your core, this time even stronger than the last. Your hands held firm around the warm metal as you moaned needlessly, wantingly, the slacks of your uniform growing more soaked by the second. You were panting by the time the vibration was cut short, which only brought forth another chuckle. 

“That I do, pet. Though, it does have the tendency to get you into trouble, no?” 

You cursed again, this time wiping the sweat from your brow before rising back to your full height. Every inch of your body now screaming for more, for release. For her fingers to replace the all too small toy that resided deep within you. You took a steadying breath and smiled, holding the steaming water over her cup. 

“I s-suppose it does, my lady. How would you like your tea this morning?” 

You tried your hardest to remain focused, but your eyes were locked on the tiny remote in her hand. Watching it's every movement, waiting for any indication that she was about to press it. That was until she cleared her throat, bringing your attention swiftly back to her. 

“Eyes on me.” She ordered. 

You nodded. “Yes, my lady. Sorry.” 

You straightened out your vest again, teapot in hand. Your cheeks a deep crimson and your underwear nearly completely soaked through. She watched you intently, a scorching gaze that never wavered and only made the heated place between your legs throb relentlessly. Her lips parting ever so slightly before she spoke, legs coming to cross in front of her. 

“Two cubes of sugar this morning, pet. And a generous pour from my flask.” 

“As you wish, my lady.” 

“Oh, and one of those intricate designs of yours I love so much.” She smirked. “Expertly executed, of course.” 

You swallowed and gave her a nod. “O-of course. Any specific design in mind?” 

“Mh.. surprise me.” She replied with a wink. 

You nodded again and moved a little closer to her desk, a slight tremor to your hand as you reached for the small silver tongs for her sugar. One small clink into the cup and then another, breathing a sigh of relief as you moved onto the flask. Though the moment the dark crimson liquid began to pour from the opening your whole body jerked in pleasure. The vibration, albeit a much softer one, was still plenty enough to send a wave of ecstasy across your body. 

You bit your bottom lip, nearly hard enough to draw blood. Your legs trembling as it became harder and harder to focus on anything other than the deep ache in your core. You moved your hand slowly, thighs clenched shut as you continued to pour the dark liquid into the cup before capping it off and shakily placing it back on the tray. A staggered exhale as the toy swiftly shut off again. 

“Very good, pet. Continue.” 

You nodded through a whimper and shifted from one foot to another, your desire now trickling down your inner thigh - your uniform becoming ever more stifling. You could only imagine how flushed your face was, if the rest of you held any indication, that was. Your entire body felt as if it set a flame. As if you were the match and Alcina the strike. You straightened your back once more, this time a little more wobbly and picked up the teapot. 

The look on your Mistress's face was entirely unfair. Smug, and knowing. Nostrils slightly flared as she could undoubtedly smell just how aroused you were - how utterly drenched. You steadied your hands, keeping them both firmly on the now cooling metal as you slowly began to tip it. The warm aroma of Alcina’s favorite tea wafting through the air. A predator’s gaze encased in swirls of steam as she watched you - intensely. A swift flash of crimson in her smile as she pressed the little black button yet again. 

“F-fu-” 

“Language. You're doing so good.” 

“Mmmph-” 

A muffled whimper as your teeth sank hard into your bottom lip, thighs clenched even more than before. You did your best to hold yourself steady. With the only thing working in your favor being the master of your craft - the ability to serve to no end. 

Especially when it came to Alcina. 

Your legs shook, body trembled. Core aching in a way that you had never experienced before. You so badly wanted to come for her, to feel the exquisite release of pleasure that only she could give you. But still, you held strong. Feeling the simple fabric of your slacks grow wetter by the second as you dutifully fill her cup with warm tea. Leaving just enough room for the foam at the top. 

By the time the vibration came to a halt within your aching walls, you were a panting, shaking mess. Hair a muss and beads of sweat dripping down your all too heated face. You honestly weren't sure how much more you could take. If the heartbeat that throbbed so strongly in your core had anything to say about it, you'd likely come the moment she pressed that button again. An act that would surely get you punished. A punishment that would surely be worth it. 

Your hands trembled as you placed the teapot back onto the tray, breath erratic as you looked up to catch her gaze. 

And that smirked. That damned smirk. 

“So dutiful, pet.” She said coyly. “You never do disappoint, do you?” 

Her tongue skated over her bottom lip and wetted it, making you groan. She chuckled yet again. 

“Almost there now. Just one more step.” 

You nodded and quickly added the foamed cream to the top of her cup. She wanted something intricate, she had said, so you knew you couldn't get away with your usual simple heart. And your mind was far too fogged to think of anything creative at the moment. So, you picked up your small metal tool and got to work, brow furrowed as you tried to concentrate. An act that was all the more difficult when the Countess rose from her seat, remote in hand. Her scent even more intoxicating than usual. Her mere proximity fueling the ever throbbing pulse between your legs. 

“I don't think you've ever smelt so aroused before, my pet.” She whispered, leaning in so her bosom was directly eye level. The ebb and flow of her chest, her warm breath across your ear, it was almost all too much. 

You took a deep breath and steadied. 

“A-and whose fault is that?” You replied quietly. 

“Oh. I'm well aware of my affect on you, dear.” She chuckled, leaning in even further. “One could say I revel in it.” 

You whimpered but held your hand steady, intent on finishing the work at hand. You were almost finished as it was, with one or two lines left to g- 

“Mmmph-!” 

There it was again, that all encompassing heat. That warm vibration engulfing your core just as you'd finished the final line on the crest of House Dimitrescu in her cup. She looked down at it, proud and knowing, and leaned her body against yours. You turned fully in her arms, wanting to feel every inch of her against you. 

“Such a good, obedient pet.” Words whispered against your lips before she took your mouth in hers, kissing you deeply. Large hands roaming over your body before resting on the hem of your pants to unbutton them. “Such a shame it'll have to go to waste, hm?”  

She kissed you again before you could even reply. The soaked fabric of your slacks and underwear quickly discarded to the floor as her thigh came to rest between your legs. You moaned, whimpered, clawed at her back as you begged for release. The toy in your core now at its highest vibration as she pressed her thigh against your clit. 

“F-fuck.. Alcina.. please.” 

Her only response was a soft growl and the subtle rock of her thigh, moving deliciously against your most sensitive areas. A prickling heat that built slowly across your body with each movement. With tears streaming down your face and your nails digging into her skin. 

“P-please.. I need to.. I need to come for you.” 

She growled into your swollen lips and pushed her thigh into you even harder, forcing you to cry out. 

“Be a good slut and come for me then.” She hissed.

The next moments that came were all but a blur. Waves of unrelenting pleasure crashing over you as your whole body trembled and shook. As your desire shot out from your core and soaked the soft skin of Alcina's thigh. You weren't even sure how many orgasms she’d given you, or just how long she’d kept you there. With a cold cup of tea resting next to you on the desk as your chest heaved in pants. The silhouette of her leaning over you as you felt yourself begin to fade. Body limp as the darkness swiftly took over you, with the small toy still nestled deep within your core.  

[captainfern]

Heyyyy Captain.... Gaz + Price x reader combo? 😏

I can take them (not in a fight)

2 Man Show

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader x Captain John Price

["2 Man Show" by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - your boyfriend gaz decides to share you with his captain lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.9k • warnings - fem!reader, established relationship (with gaz), threesome, protected piv, anal, orgasm denial like once, implied sub!reader, implied dom!gaz, possessive!gaz, praise, degradation, strong language

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It came to Gaz in a dream, really. The thought of sharing you, his beautiful girlfriend, with his captain was enough for him to startle awake with his cock throbbing within his boxers. Guiltily, he spared a look at your sleeping form beside him. God, what was he thinking?

He told you, of course. You were his girlfriend, and he loved and trusted you more than anything. And, well, he expected you to be weirded out, and probably scold him for even suggesting it.

He didn't expect you to think it was a good idea.

You all but dared him to tell Captain Price– Gaz was so nervous, he had no idea why he was going through with it. But, over a few drinks one night, he let the idea slip from his lips and waited with a grimace for Price's verdict, the older man cocking his head to the side in confusion.

"You want to share your girlfriend?" Price has asked, circling his finger around the rim of his whiskey glass.

"For a night," Gaz had replied. "Nothing more than that. She's still mine, captain."

Price hummed, a twinkle in his eye. "Right..."

It turned into more than just one night, actually.

Initial contact was timid– after Price agreed, the three of you spent a few days over the next week just getting comfortable with one another. Even more, Gaz made sure Price was kept in line. Usually it was the other way around on the battlefield, but this time, Gaz ensured Price followed his rules, and that you were comfortable the entire time.

Then came the day you were really fucked. Like, really. No talking or discussing of likes or dislikes. No experimental strokes of fingers or shy massages of hands. No stroking or sucking Price or your boyfriend's cock to make up for the painful hard-ons you gave them while they mapped your body with their eyes.

No, you were really fucked. In a good way, too.

You knew it was going to be in a good way when Gaz tossed Price a condom as you lay on the bed, your slick running down your thighs with Price's head between them. Gaz had been spending the last five or so minutes groping at your tits. The condom hit Price in the head, and he grunted, pulling away from you, his lower face glistening.

"What's this for?" Price grunted, picking up the foil packet with disgust, as though it was already used.

Gaz sneered, pulling you up the bed until you were sitting in his lap. He kissed down your neck, his hands travelling from your tits to your hips, then splitting off– one hand dipping down to your cunt, and the other smoothing down your backside.

"You're not fucking her without a condom," Gaz told him, his fingers finding the shiny pink plug that was sitting inside you, drumming against it. You whined, the feeling of it vibrating inside you making your core clench around nothing. His other hand pushed a finger against your puffy clit, pressing lightly. He kissed your neck again, and then threw another glance at Price. "You want her cunt, yeah? Then put it on."

Price smiled, as though surprised. Gaz's tone was stern.

"I'm clean," Price said, already pulling his cock out of his boxers and ridding himself of them. He fisted his cock, hard and curving slightly towards his abdomen, where a trail of dark hair dipped from navel to the base of his cock. "If that's what you're worried about. I'd never–"

"That's not what I'm worried about," Gaz interrupted, finger circling your clit. You mewled softly against him, feeling the stickiness of your arousal sticking from your bare thighs to his. With his other hand, Gaz was still pressing at the plug in your arse, gently tugging and pushing. You shuddered, and he smiled into your neck, eyes on Price. "We have a deal. You don't come inside her, remember? The only one who gets to come in this pretty pussy is me."

You cried out as he pinched your clit, the sensation throbbing through your entire core. Tears blurred your vision as his finger sped up, and his other fingers curled around the plug and began to pull– slowly, almost too slowly.

Price scoffed. "So you expect me to–?"

"Put the fucking condom on or I'll fill her cunt and arse with my cum and make you lick up the mess." Gaz seethed, biting down on your neck and sucking as he circled your clit and finally pulled the plug the rest of the way out. You moaned, feeling the lube leak out of you and onto his lap, the feeling enough to draw goosebumps along your bare skin.

"Careful." Price growled, and shuffled up the bed. He situated himself in front of you, eyes on where your legs were spread and Gaz was playing with your clit. He licked his lips, still tasting you there.

When you were just about to fall over the edge of bliss, Price's burning gaze on you, Gaz removed his fingers. You whined, your clit throbbing painfully, your arousal dripping down your spread thighs. You dropped your head back onto Gaz's shoulder as he tossed the plug to the side and proceeded to line his cock up with your arsehole. You whined again when you felt the blunt head of him smear through the lube between your arsecheeks.

Price ripped the condom open with his teeth, spitting the torn material away before rolling the condom down his cock. He did it with a slight frown, a low dip in his brow that made him all the hotter– to you, anyway. Gaz clearly didn't like his captain's expression.

"You should be grateful you're even getting to fuck this pretty pussy at all, captain," Gaz said as he massaged your hip with one hand, the other still holding the base of his cock as he pressed his tip against you. "You're lucky I'm even sharing."

You let out a low hum when Price shuffled even further towards you, his chest now right against yours. He gently took hold of your jaw and angled your face to his, pressing his mouth to yours and shoving his tongue inside. You moaned, your hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer, your tongue meeting his. You could faintly feel Gaz's lips skimming across your shoulder.

"Yeah, I am lucky, aren't I?" Price mumbled against your lips as he dragged the head of his cock through your slick folds. You moaned into his mouth, and he caught it with his tongue, pressing it against yours and kissing you deeply again. He rutted his cock between your legs, smearing the length with your arousal, nudging the tip back up against your swollen clit. When he moved out of the kiss, he smiled down at you. "Aren't I lucky, sweetheart?"

He squeezed your jaw. You nodded, lips parted but no words escaping. He chuckled lowly, and Gaz did too. The men exchanged a glance with one another before looking back at you– eyes hungry, desperate. You looked a picture, didn't you? So pretty. So good for them.

You had one cock running along the wet folds of your cunt, and another pressing at the wet rim of muscle of your arse. It was nearly sensory overload, especially with their eyes on you and Price's hand on your face, and Gaz's on your hip.

"Feel so good that you can't even speak, hm?" Gaz muttered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the lobe. "Haven't even taken our cocks yet and you've gone all dumb?"

Price rumbled out a breathy chuckle. "Good little slut, already so fucking wet, too. Can feel how wet you are, sweetheart."

The tip of his cock prodded at your dripping cunt, and he shifted his hips upwards, slowly pushing himself inside. Gaz mimicked his captain's actions with his mouth to your neck, mumbling against the skin as he slowly inched his cock into your arsehole.

You cried out, breathless as the air was knocked from your lungs, your lower half essentially being split open in two different directions. One of your hands grabbed at Price's shoulder in an attempt to stabilise yourself, while your other hand moved to the side to grab Gaz's. Gaz linked his fingers with yours as he bottomed out and you released another low-pitched moan.

Price groaned, head falling forward and his forehead pressing to yours once his cock was nestled inside you, your slick walls clutching him tightly, his tip brushing up against the opening of your cervix.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good," he breathed, leaning down to drag his lips over yours. It wasn't really a kiss, since the two of you simply swapped a bit of spit in a mess of tongue and teeth, but when he pulled away, you were panting. He hummed, eyes roaming down your body. "And god, you're gorgeous. Taking me so well, aren't you?"

Behind you, Gaz snapped his hips and thrusted his cock deeper. It caught you by surprise, your eyes widening and back arching against him. You moaned loudly, followed by a whimper of his name, your head rolling back to rest on his shoulder.

Gaz smiled. "Taking us so well, baby. M'gonna move now, is that okay? You think you can handle it?"

You were nodding, eyes closed, focused on the feel of both your holes being stretched open.

You heard Gaz chuckle, and maybe Price did too– you weren't totally sure. But, it took mere seconds before both men were dragging their cocks out of you, and then pushing back in at the same time.

You mewled out, again and again, as they set a pace that worked for them. In and out, in and out, over and over again and forcing a constant stream of moans, whimpers and whines from your lips. Your mind was spinning, hazy as Price's cock hit the plug of your womb, your legs trembling where they were spread. Your eyes were rolling, eyelids fluttering as Gaz bucked up into you, the warmth of his chest against your back comforting.

The two men were making noise, too. Your boyfriend usually did– he wanted you to know how good you made him feel, and he wasn't shy about it. This time, even with his captain present, he wasn't timid.

Gaz moaned and stuttered into the sweat-slick skin of your neck, puffing hard each time his hips slapped against your arse, and his cock reached in as far as it could go. He whispered your name, a string of whimpers, warm in your ear. He praised you, too, making your clit throb in time with the racing of your heart. "That's a good girl, baby, fuck. You're doing so well, taking me so well. Hm? You like having two cocks stretch you open? Yeah? You like me and the captain filling these tight little holes? Of course you do, baby, 'cause you're such a good girl, aren't you? Making me so proud."

You didn't know what to expect with Price. You assumed he'd be the grunting and groaning type which, well, you weren't wrong. But, he talked to you too. A mix of degradation and praise that matched his rank perfectly and made your mind go blank.

Price groaned and grunted, one large hand still on your hip, pulling you back down onto his cock with his other hand groping up and down your side. His fat cock stretched your cunt open, arousal leaking around it and onto the sheets below. His tip hit your g-spot again and again, making your lower belly fizzle with an oncoming orgasm. When Gaz wasn't whispering to you, Price was, his words were sending you into a spin. "Look at how this tight cunt takes my cock, eh, sweetheart? Such a good fucking whore for my cock. Yeah, fucking hell, that's it, take it, take it. F-fuck, so fucking tight."

You moaned out both of their names in a sobbed symphony, matching the tempo of their thrusts– skin slapping, bed creaking– and their grunts and whispers. Your orgasm brewed in the pit of your tummy, and your legs were beginning to tremble, your lower spine building a layer of sweat.

God, what number was this? You had basically lost count. You'd come the first time when Gaz had his mouth on your cunt, his fingers in your arse and Price's hands around your tits. You'd come the second time when Gaz pushed the pretty pink plug into you and Price had his fingers swiping against your clit. You'd come a third time grinding yourself against the bulge in Gaz's boxers while sucking Price's cock. Or, hold on, maybe you came twice? Then you came again with Price's mouth on you, tongue stuffed inside your sopping hole, overstimulated clit swollen and slick. Or did you come twice there too?

It didn't matter, because your next one was about to hit like a fucking freight train, and you couldn't do anything about it. Not when you were sandwiched between two men as they stuffed you full of their cocks.

You felt so full, both cocks a bulging presence in your lower body, creating tremors in your legs and a heartbeat in your clit. Your mind swam, vision blurring at the edges as you clutched onto them, breathing hard. Your orgasm was building hard.

"Gaz..." You breathed, calling out to him first, your fingers squeezing around his. He dragged his nose up your neck and then placed kisses down your jaw. You moaned, and then followed up with a whimpered, "Price." Price put both hands on your hips, squeezing gently, rubbing circles along the dips.

Gaz was one octave off whimpering in your ear, his moans drawing into a higher pitch. He was close. You wondered if he'd beg to come like he does when in a particularly subby mood, as you often joked. He didn't find the joke funny when the post-nut clarity hit. It often ended up with you bent over some piece of furniture somewhere in the house to show you that he was not, in fact, in a subby mood.

"Holy shit, I'm close," Gaz said, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm, turning sloppy. "You gonna come, baby?"

"Mhm..." You couldn't answer with words. But you didn't need to. Your body reacted, tightening around the both of them as your orgasm grew tight, and then, with a desperate sob of both their names, it snapped.

You came hard, your clit pulsing and your cunt spasming around Price's cock. You felt yourself gush around him, warm liquid dribbling out of you as he fucked you through your orgasm, droplets running down the curves of your thighs. Price groaned, mouth dropping open, feeling the way your cunt milked his cock.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Price hissed, thrusts speeding up as he chased his own high. You whimpered, holding onto his shoulder tighter as he bounced you back onto his and Gaz's cocks, your body lax and sweat-slick, shining in the soft overhead light.

"Good girl, good girl, I love you," Gaz chanted through a moan, before he was attaching his mouth to your shoulder and biting gently. He came inside you with a groan, and you felt his cum fill you– the strange, but warm sensation making you whimper. He licked over the indents of his teeth on your skin. "Good girl, baby."

He left his cock inside you as Price continued his movements, thrusting up into your slick cunt with grunts of your name falling from his lips. His head dropped, his mouth opened, and he snapped his hips one last time until he was buried to the hilt inside you, coming into the condom. Unlike Gaz, Price pulled out straight away, pulling off and then tying the condom before tossing it into the bin in the corner of the room. But, he was back to the bed in an instant when Gaz was lying you down and slowly pulling out. He disappeared into the bathroom for just a moment.

Gaz's cum seeped out of you. Price hummed as he watched it, and then proceeded to drag two fingers through it before pushing them gently into your arsehole. You whimpered and he shushed you, kissing your face as he plugged you full of your boyfriend's cum.

"You alright?" He whispered as Gaz returned with a damp cloth and began carefully dabbing it against your thoroughly abused holes. You grimaced with overstimulation.

"I'm alright, yeah." You breathed, and allowed the captain to wrap his arms around you. He placed a kiss to the top of your head, a content hum rumbling in his chest.

After Gaz had cleaned you up, he slotted himself behind you and wrapped his arms around your body, pushing Price's away. You smiled to yourself as Price huffed and Gaz pinned your body to his, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"Get your own girlfriend." Gaz quipped, curling your body against his as Price lay on your other side.

"But I like your girlfriend."

"Too bad."

"I thought you said you were willing to share?" Price countered, and you were laughing now at their immaturity.

Gaz just grumbled something into your neck. Price just shook his head with a rueful smile.

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this is the first time i've written protected piv on this page

ik i'm as disgusted as you are smh

[madamechrissy]

But Darling, just Kiss me slow

ᰔ ෆ The four times you try to confess your feelings to Nanami Kento, and the one that works ᰔ ෆ

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Emo Nanami Kento x Tsundere Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Cunnilingus, fingering, blow jobs, first time, explicit sex, cumming, little bit of hair pulling, dirty talk.

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 13k+ (One shot)

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ You have tried to tell Nanami Kento over the years that you love him, all starting with one day in fifth grade, where you bravely hand him a pretty pink construction paper decked with a love poem. But emo Nanami rejects it! Your little heart is crushed, but you stay in love, with middle school Nanami, High school Nanami, and you try again. Again. And again. But your hard exterior makes things difficult. Finally, you all meet in college, and Nanami begs for a shot at you, so you reminisce about those times. Don't worry, Nanami will make it up to you <3

A/N- This is part adorable cuteness, part smut, and part emotional tearjerker. This was an anon request for a Tsundere x Nanami and it went hella long lol. I hope you all enjoy.

Current day

There were four times you tried to tell Nanami Kento your feelings, and they all failed miserably. Now you're now in a room alone with him at a college party, he'd come with his friends, you'd come with a date who had stood you up, but somehow he had pulled you in this room when he saw how upset you were. You can’t even handle being this close to him, it’s driving you insane.

“What do you care!?” You cross your arms and look away, 

“You're clearly upset. Why not just let someone comfort you?” His voice is so husky, deep… and also calm, so soothing. He looks so different from high school, the emo boy you fell for, the one who never knew. He's manlier now. He's got slicked back hair, his cheekbones are even more defined, like they needed to be. You struggle as you turn to leave.

“And that should be you, why?” You scoff, and as you put your hand on the doorknob, Nanami’s hand comes atop yours, his strong chest against your back, and you inhale his scent, that sandalwood clean scent that drives you insane.

“You let no one in, though. You never have.” You turn to him then, tears in your eyes, and he’s so, so close…

“I tried to, you know, to let you in.” Nanami’s lips part, and his pretty hazel eyes blink, those long blond lashes casting shadows along his cheeks.

“I know there were a couple of times you opened a bit. But then, you would just… would run off, run away.”

“Because it was unwanted.” You’re whispering, the alcohol is thrumming through you, Nanami’s presence is pulling at you, heating up everything.

“Unwanted? No, darling. Not unwanted.”

“Don’t call me that. Not your darling.” You look down, at his perfectly tied cheetah print tie, the one that stands out in a sea of men wearing jeans and polos. You hate how badly you’d love it to wrap around your wrists.

Fuck.

“Why not, is darling too personal for you?” His tone changes, and even his mood has altered. “Does it scare you?”

You glare up at him. “Nothing scares me.”

“Bet this does.” He caresses your face, so gently, and your breath hitches, as he leans down, and you can nearly taste the whiskey on his breath. You feel heat pooling in your lower tummy, a deep need in your core. God, how long had you wanted Nanami Kento? How long would you want him? “Nothing to say, darling?”

“I… what are you doing? Is this some game, get the Ice Princess to crack?” That’s been your nickname since middle school, Ice Princess, because apparently you were cold, rarely smiled, and showed no emotions.

Little did they know you were a wreck inside.

“I’ve seen your smile. It’s gorgeous.” You get flustered then, shaking your head, only for him to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at the tall handsome man in front of you.

“You said it was pretty once or twice. I figured you didn’t mean it.” His brows draw low together.

“I mean everything I say.”

“Everything?”

He rolls his eyes, sighing and leaning even closer, so tall over you, so big… it just makes it worse, this need. “Not things when I was a kid.”

“Yeah?”

“Is that what it’s been? SIlly things I said when I didn’t know girls didn’t have cooties?”

“No, Nanami. Things you said long after you knew. But yeah, elementary was the first time I tried.”

“Your version of trying is damned confusing. You’re just a brat.” You laugh a bit, shaking your head as he just gets closer. “The guy didn’t deserve you anyway.”

You bite your lower lip at that, looking at him. “You shouldn’t say things like that, when you don’t mean them.”

“Oh, I mean it.”

“Well… Who deserves me, Nanami?”

“I could show you.” Your heart pounds in your chest.

The first time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings- Grade 5- 11 years old.

“Kenn! Kenn!” You eagerly call out to him, running up and waving around a note you’d written him. He blushes, brushing his hair out of his face as you come up, bubbly, you were bubbly then.

“It’s Kento. Not Kenn. What… is this?” He mumbles, slinging his backpack on his shoulders and shutting his locker. You look down then, getting nervous, biting your lip as you realize how cute he looks today, your little heart racing.

“Um… jus read ittt!” You have a little speech issue, but Kento once called it cute, and he then became your love. Your true love.

“Okay…” He opens the bright pink cardstock, peering at it, and then he turns just as pink. “What… what is this?”

Your classmates came around then, and though Nanami was rather popular, you certainly were not. You start panicking, fiddling with the sleeves of your jacket then, looking down nervously at your feet. Nanami’s mouth is wide open, and he looks at you in surprise, then back at the card.

“What is it, Kento, show me!” One of his friends comes over, slinging their arm over Nanami’s little shoulders. He shuts it though, handing it back to you, and your heart shatters.

“What’d she write to you! Probably some kissy kissy-” Nanami cuts his friends off with a hand.

“Nothing. Just a drawing.” You feel tears forming behind your eyes, and he smiles a little, quirking his lips up at the corner. “It was good, keep practicing.”

You step back, hand crumpling the paper, scowling then running over to toss it in the trash can, the poem and drawing you had worked on all night long, trying to make it as pretty as you could. Because Nanami was pretty. But no… He ends up following you, you don’t dare turn around.

“Go away, Kento!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t wanna have them see.” He says softly, putting a hand on your shoulder, and you just sniffle, turning. “Don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying! I don’t c-cry. Ever!”

“I’m sorry… I just don’t feel that way. You’re just my friend.” You’re crushed, as the boy you’ve doodled in all your diaries, notebooks and journals turned down your love letter.

“Your friend.”

“Yeah but um… it was a really sweet poem.”

You’re bright red, a mix of embarrassed, angry and… something else. “Stop it. You’re just saying it.”

“I’m not-I’m sorry.” You just turn and glare through crying eyes, and Nanami’s little face falls, as he watches you wipe at it with your gloved hands, his eyes dropping. “Hey, don’t cry, please.”

He was being sweet, and that made it all worse! And now he saw you cry. Ugh! “I’m not crying.” You wipe your face so rough it’s reddened, scowling at ‘your love’ in front of the fifth grade class doors. “And- it was a joke! A joke.”

He frowns a bit, looking down at the crumpled love note in the waste bin. “It was just a joke?” You nod stiffly. “Ah. Okay.” He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yep. A joke. As if.”

“Well, see you in class?”

“I don’t care. Go away.” He stays a moment longer, lingering as if to say something, and when he is gone, you turn and leave school, walking home early. You couldn’t face him, you were so embarrassed. Of course he didn’t like you. You weren’t popular.

You come home to the chaos that was your parents arguing, and start to take care of your little brothers, struggling to push aside the silly idea that Nanami could be your boyfriend. Well, you wouldn’t try again, you would just watch him from afar, with the popular girls.

Being eleven was hard.

Current day

Kento sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, just like that day back in fifth grade. “I was eleven, darling.”

“Don’t call me darling. And I know. But, it was why I…”

“Push everyone away?”

“No, there are lots of reasons for that. Please, you’re too close, Nanami I can’t think right now-”

“Can’t think why?”

“You know why.” You can’t handle it, how good he feels near you, how much he makes you feel, that longing eating you alive.

“But I was only eleven. I thought you were cute and sweet. Then.” His voice is soft, as you two stand alone in the room, the party outside full force.

“Then?” You tease a bit, smiling just a bit finally. He sighs, wiping a hand over his face in frustration.

“Now you’re gorgeous and frankly rather bratty. And hard to understand.” You laugh a bit at that, running your hands down his chest over his dress shirt, and he tenses a bit, making you pull back.

“Sorry, I know you don’t want that.” He yanks you against him, scowling now, and you struggle to breathe at the proximity.

“You know that you’re wrong. Don’t pull away, you always do.”

“Why would you want that, Ken?”

“You’re still the only one that calls me that.”

“And you hate it.”

“I don’t.” You sigh, putting your hands back on his chest, feeling how toned he was, his heart beating erratically on your palm, forcing your eyes back to his handsome face, the soft light of the room casting shadows on the planes of his face. “Why would I hate you finally looking at me like this again?”

“You didn’t like it then.”

Nanami’s hazel eyes involuntarily roll in the back of his head. “Oh god, let me guess, another story? Middle school?”

You just nod, and you remember…

2nd time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings - Grade 8- age 14

It was the pep rally, and you just hated those, sneaking down under the bleachers, it smells like smoke, Axe body spray, love spell and sweat. You grimace, but you’re hidden out in the field, far away from the noise rally. You lay out your hoodie and dig through your backpack for your gameboy advance, lighting up the Pokemon game you’d made enough money to snatch up.

“Hey…” You look up, pausing the glitchy little Pikachu, and you see him there, Nanami Kento. The boy you never lost the crush over, no it just got worse, didn’t it? And here he was, looking so cute in his oversized black hoodie, his blond hair cut just so that it fell in front of one of his hazel eyes.

“What’re you doing here?” You murmur, starting your game again, tensing when he sits on the grass next to you.

“I don’t like all the noise. Too much.” You look at him then, as he’s so close to you, leaning over and looking at your game. “I haven’t seen those in a while.”

“Well, it’s what I could afford.” Nanami pauses then, frowning as he looks at you, in your torn up jeans and old sneakers.

“You buy your own things?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“No, it’s… really cool actually. So young.” You flush at the odd praise, softening just a bit with a little upturn of your lips. “You smile still?”

“I… sometimes. When I want to!” He smirks at you, and you feel the blush overtaking your face. He gently touches an ear, making you jump a bit.

“Your ears are all red. Too warm?” You nod, looking back at your game then, and Nanami surprises you by pulling out his system, one of the newer DS models, and he leans close, showing you his Pokemon game.

“Oh you play games too?” You ask curiously, and he nods, as you lean forward and he shows you. “Oh that’s so cool!”

“Think it’s the nicest you’ve been in a while to me. Did I just have to show you my games?” You sigh, shaking your head.

“I was stupid at eleven. I’m sorry I wrote that.”

“Sorry why? It was cute.”

You’re bright red now. “I know I’m not cute.”

Nanami Kento sighs, as you both play your games together, and you keep stealing little glances at him, at his sharp jaw, gosh he was just so much cuter than any of the other boys. And where a lot of them would be rude or pick on you some, call you ‘Ice Princess’ Nanami never did. Even when you were mean, but you were only a little mean because you were trying so hard…

Not to say it.

That you were still in love with Nanami Kento.

“You’re really cute. To me. I think so.” He says softly, brows furrowing together as he looks down at his game. And you gasp, your mouth agape, looking at the boy you’ve liked for so long.

“Y-you think I’m cute?” He looks at you then, giving a shy nod. And you’re bright red again.

“You blush a lot around me.”

“I-I… do not.” He smiles again, and you put your game down, hands sweaty, watching everyone across the field. “You’re really popular, Nanami.”

“Don’t want to be, it’s annoying. Wish they’d leave me alone.” Your heart beats even faster when he’s so close to you, and you feel him picking something out of your hair. You tense. “Bobby pin. Want me to fix it?”

You nod, and he places the bobby pin back in its place, in your often too wild hair that you hardly had time to brush back. You had too much to always do, your mom was just gone now mentally, and your dad was barely around. You were honestly so exhausted between them and school.

“You look kind of tired.” He mentions, and you cover your face.

“That means I look bad huh.”

“No, just tired. You always do lately.”

“Yeah I don’t get much sleep. My house… I don’t wanna talk about it, it just gets me- never mind.”

“Upset?”

“I don’t cry anymore, Nanami.” Nanami leans too close then, and his lips are an inch from yours, making you gasp. “Nanami…”

“Ken, didn’t you call me Ken?” You nod, it’s all you can manage, as him being so close makes you tremble, thinking wild, like that he’d kiss you.

No way.

“You didn’t like it. You yelled at me.”

“I was kind of a jerk.”

“Yeah you were.” He laughs a bit, and he’s still so close, as you feel the breeze blowing leaves around you both, the sunlight hitting his face, like it’s some romantic movie you’d been watching.

“And you’re kind of… mean.”

“Yeah… I know.”

You both sit there, until you take a shaky breath, hesitantly running your fingers down the strings of his hoodie, and he leans a little closer. You can smell him, like something sweet, some baked goods or something yummy, something just very Nanami Kento.

“Ken?” He hums, looking at you, intensely, too intense. “This will sound silly, stupid even. But I want a first kiss. Could you-is that dumb? Don’t laugh or anything, please. I think I’m the only girl who hasn’t had one in my grade.”

Kento pauses, his eyes going to your lips, blush heating up his high cheekbones as he opens his mouth, then shuts it, clearing his throat. “You want me to be your first kiss, are you sure?”

You just nod. “It doesn’t have to be a big deal, but I really wanna try and I hate all these boys.”

“You hate me.”

“No, Ken, I don’t.”

He looks around nervously, and then cups your face, his hand has the most elegant fingers, under those long sleeves of his hoodie. You brush the hair that’s always over one side of his face back, and he exhales, letting you taste his breath. Your palms are so sweaty, your mind whirling, was this a dream?

“Have you kissed before, Ken?”

“Y-yeah. A bit. I’ll show you.” You nod, eagerly, then he captures your little lips in his, pressing a bit, nervously, and you gasp at it. Your hands tentatively go to his shoulders, fingers clutching the soft thick cotton, and he pulls back then. “I could show you a little more if you want.”

“Um…” Your voice is hoarse, blood thrumming through your veins, as you realize that you’ve got it even worse than before. “Yeah, that would be okay.”

He smiles a little, and then kisses you again, pressing a little more, his hand resting on your thigh, burning through the layer of denim. You sigh into the kiss, and then cry out in surprise as his tongue darts along your lower lip. He exhales, hand now pressing just a bit, squeezing your leg slightly, and swirling his tongue in your mouth. You freeze.

“You’re supposed to move it back.” He says softly, and you just nod, leaning forward, hands on his chest now, and your tongue meets his, awkward, saliva dripping and making you so flustered, but he tastes good, he feels right. You’re internally screaming, because here you are kissing Nanami. And your first kiss.

It’s perfect.

“Oh, what do we have here! Smooching!” You hear Nanami’s friends then in the distance, and he breaks apart from you, and you see his eyes for a moment flicker back to your lips.

“Oh man, with her? Kento…”

“Are you going out with her!?”

“She’s hot but she’s so poor.”

“I should go.” You feel tears prick your eyes, and you stand up then, Nanami helps you gather your things, and your fingers touch. You look up at him, and he looks so upset, but he doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t do anything.

Please say something.

“Okay. Um… see you later.” He says, and your heart crushes. He leaves with his friends, ignoring them and walking ahead, and you touch your lips, still tingling from his special kisses. But you were just poor right. And Nanami wasn’t, no his family was super wealthy in fact. It made sense.

“ ‘sorry for her’ ” You could swear you heard it in the distance, and at that moment you knew, you could not let your guard down.

You couldn’t be embarrassed again.

You’d push him away. And ignore the gnawing in your heart, ignore the kiss that had made you feel so much, the kiss you just read in books, the kiss you watched in movies. But that was for you. For him it was nothing.

Current Day

“I never said that, actually. I said that I didn’t feel sorry for you.” You blink at that, as you all now sit on the bed, his hard thigh against yours. You shake your head, and he grimaces.

“Either way, you still left and…”

“I should have told them to fuck off.”

“Nah. It was just a kiss.”

“Your first kiss.”

You’re bright red at that. “Yeah. It was.”

“So… did you like it though?” You’re blushing just like that day, covering your face for a moment.

“I think I need a drink to answer that.” Kento takes your hand, and leads you out of the room, into the throngs of party goers.

“I’ll make you one, darling.” You flush as girls come up to him, but men come up to you too, you both just navigate, his hand on yours.

“Aren’t you nervous, to hold my hand? What will people think?” Your voice is calm but underneath you’re panicking.

“You mean… will they think I have melted the gorgeous Ice Princess’ heart?” You laugh softly. Fuck he makes you feel good. Hadn’t he always, when you let your guard down a bit. “Here, love.”

“Thanks, Nanami.” You sip the yummy concoction, and his hand is brazen as it slides down the small of your back. “Don’t confuse me please.”

“You confuse the living shit out of me. You have been for as long as I remember.” He says, clearly exasperated, rubbing the bridge of his perfect nose. “Can I just maybe get a shot?”

“A shot? Of what, whiskey?”

“Brat.” Your brows raise, batting your lashes in confusion. But as he says that word, brat, it does something to you, something that makes you have to shift your thighs, uncomfortable being straight up wet from a word.

“A shot at me!?”

“I’ve been trying for a little while now. You make things… difficult.”

“Me, difficult?”

“Why is this surprising, how many boys are always trying to date you, shit how many do you go on dates with. I’ve seen you out.”

“You almost sound jealous.”

“Maybe I am.” His grip on your back tightens, but fuck it feels so good, the warmth from his big hand on you.

“I’ve gone on dates only because you wouldn’t ever.” You pause, hand on your mouth then, and Nanami exhales, leaning against you, moving your hips to sway to the beat.

“Let me guess, another memory of something that little jerk teenage Ken did.” You snort then, grinning up at him, and watching desire reflect in his eyes. “You’re just so gorgeous with that grin.”

“Sweet talker.” He just hums, leaning close again, and you ache to nudge closer, to meet his lips, so bad it makes your nipples taut. His eyes hone in on them, and he smirks so sexy you can’t take it.

“You like it.” You huff a bit. “Dance with me.”

“I suck at dancing. Remember?” He shakes his head, and you sip on your drink, then take his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

“I remember you doing just fine. Wasn’t it a winter formal? You were going with that pretentious dick.”

“Mahito, yeah. He was such a dick. Didn’t you go with Utahime?”

“Yeah, you know she dates Shoko now.”

“She does! I love that.” You smile a bit. “Shoko and her were really some of my first friends at school.”

“Wasn’t I your friend?” Your eyes meet, and his big hands are on your hips, you sigh at that, tilting your head, feeling the heat emanating from his body as you roll against him.

“Were you my friend, Ken?”

“Yes. I was. Maybe not the best… But, I wanted to be.”

The third time you tried to tell Nanami how you feel- Grade 10- age 16

At age sixteen, guys did ask you out, and you got picked on less, but you never forgot what they used to say, when your speech wasn’t the best, when you wore really old worn out clothes. Now your grandparents had gotten involved at home, and you had a part time job, so you went to thrift stores and got the nicest clothes so cheap, but they were still not what others wore.

But things were better.

You were a little less exhausted, now that your grandparents came over to help with your brothers often, and you could focus more on your studies. Someone named Mahito had asked you out, a blue haired wild kid, and for some reason you said yes, could have to do with the fact that you saw Nanami holding hands with a pretty brunette and kissing her in the halls.

Yeah, you still have it bad for Nanami, what’s it been, six years? You can only hope it goes away when you all finally have no school together. Because every guy paled in comparison to him, not that you’d ever let him know it. No, far from it, as he walks by you in the hall and gives you a little smile, you ignore it, and turn, shutting your locker.

“Hey Ice Princess.” Mahito says, and you nearly jump.

“Shit you snuck up on me!”

“Mmm, it’s fun watching those tits bounce as a reaction.” You flush then, covering your now ample breasts with your books. It’d been quite the talk of the school, your late blossoming. “Don’t hide ‘em, sweetheart. Are you excited for tonight?”

“Um yeah. Am I meeting you here?”

“I’ll pick you up on my bike.” He swipes his phone closed, then looks at you and smiles, a toothy grin that should be charming but just… is not.

“Oh, I haven’t ridden on a motorcycle.”

“It’ll be fun. You’ll see.” He leans in and plants a kiss on your cheek, as Nanami walks back by, now alone. “Can I get a kiss?”

“Um. Sure.” You close your eyes, leaning forward then, to plant a kiss on Mahito, just a little peck. It’s not horrible, it’s not bad even, but it’s not him. It’s not Nanami Kento’s sweet lips.

You still remember it like it was yesterday, the way he’d held your face. As Mahito deepens the kiss, you pull back, but he’s got your hair in his hand, gripping it, and his tongue is in your mouth, his other hand running down your hip. You’d had a few kisses now, but nothing too far, and you’re in school on top of it, so you pull away more firmly, clearing your throat.

“You’re so hot, babe.” Mahito whispers, grinning at you. And you just smile a little, Mahito was sort of your boyfriend now, wasn’t he…

“Thanks. I’ll see ya tonight!”

“Sounds good.”

He pinches your ass before he runs off giggling, and you feel a wave of unease at it. It’s what boyfriends did, huh? You wipe your mouth then, and freeze when Nanami is there, and he is just openly staring over at you. You flush under his gaze, walking past him, and freezing when he says your name.

“What?”

“You really like that dude?” You look up at him, brows lowered, his gaze stern, almost as if he were mad.

“What’s it matter to you, Nanami?”

“Didn’t seem like you enjoyed that… display.” He sounds disgusted as he speaks. It surprises you.

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not.”

“Why would you say that? Of course it matters. You can’t just date someone to date them-”

“And why do you date Utahime?”

He turns a little pink. “Um. She’s smart, funny, and pretty.”

Your. Heart. Shatters.

He was right, of course she was.

You just stand there, emotion hitting, when didn’t Nanami’s words bring you to tears? Him being so sweet and sincere about another girl, as you’re just entertaining someone to ignore the emptiness he leaves behind. Just existing. It’s not like Nanami had been anything but nice to you, but it was almost like he felt sorry, like those words you’d heard.

“Yeah, she really is.” You whisper, and Kento frowns as he looks at you. “I’m clearly annoying you. I’ll go.”

“I never said that. Did I… have I done something wrong? You’ve been avoiding me for years since-”

“Since you had to kiss me.”

Nanami blinks in confusion. “That bad of a kiss?”

“No, I just knew you did it because you felt sorry.”

Now his face grows serious, that stupidly sharp jawline locking and tensing as his gaze takes you in. “What?”

“It’s all good. At least I get kissed for different reasons.”

“Reasons like he just thinks you’re hot?”

“Better than not thinking I am.” Nanami glares now, as you all pace next to each other in the halls, and out of the school. “Why are you following me!?”

“Because you’re wrong.”

“About what, Nanami?” You turn to him right in front of the convenience store, the sidewalk is crazy busy this time of day. People walk all around you both.

“I think you’re hot. Very hot.” You blush, looking down nervously, sliding your hair behind your ear. “I thought you were pretty then too.”

“Why say this now?”

“When do you even talk to me?”

“I don’t want to embarrass you in front of your friends.”

“Yeah, not friends with them now.”

You just sigh, your heart aching. “That’s good, they sucked Nanami.”

You’re sitting at the bench in front of a store now, and Nanami sits down next to you. “They did suck. They weren’t nice to you.”

“Understatement.” His hand brushes your hair back, and you both pause, staring at each other, your heart hammering in your chest. “What are you doing, Ken?”

“Wow, you called me that again. It’s been a long time.”

“Yeah well.” His long fingers delicately hold your chin, forcing you to look up at him, the sunlight is creating a warm glow from behind him. “Ken… what are you doing, you’re with ‘Hime. And she’s my friend.”

“Hime and me… it’s different. She’s-” He trails off. “I can’t say exactly, but let’s just say she has another partner.”

“Like some open thing?” He shrugs, nodding. “Freaky Kento.”

He snorts at that, letting your chin go, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know about freaky but all right.”

“I’m not a side piece.”

“I didn’t say that. At all. And I didn’t ask you out, either.”

At that you freeze, backing off and standing, nearly stumbling on your steps, and Nanami curses, running his hand through his silky locks, standing and opening his mouth as if to correct himself. But you hold up your hand, and turn, walking away, rolling your eyes as he follows you.

“Go away!”

“You always do this. Always.”

“Because you’re mean!” You shout the words right near your house, and Nanami glares then, taking you by your wrist, you hate how good his hand feels, the warmth of his touch, his everything.

“I’m mean? You’re cold, and uncaring, you just glare at me and say nothing. All I do is wave, smile, try to talk, and because you think I kissed you for that reason, you’re mad at me? Maybe you are some Ice Princess. Or even worse.”

You gasp, the hurt washing over you, until tears prick your stupid eyes. Nanami falters, and he takes you by your shoulders, and you shake him off. “Y’know, you never once called me that.”

“I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have… I just-”

“Let me go.”

“I’m just frustrated, I’m sorry. I know somewhere in there is a sweet person. The one who wrote me that note.”

You can barely see with the tears that are starting. “The note you didn’t want. The note that I threw out.”

“Where is that girl, though?” He whispers, and he’s close, too close. “Why are you covering her up and being… this!?”

“This!? Just… I have to go.” You turn and run into your house, as his words hit you hard.

You ignore him, ignore the need to be near him, the tears in your damn eyes from how bad you want him. You ignore him shouting for you. Don't see him smacking himself in the head and pulling his own hair. No, you're in your bed now, crying. Over Nanami. Again.

He had every right to call you that, he did. But somehow it hurt so much coming from his perfect lips.

Current Day

“Hime told me she liked girls then, and I was trying to kind of keep it under wraps until she was ready.” Nanami spins you in a little circle, and it all dawns on you slowly, as the flickering lights of the party make you heady, as it causes flashes of Nanami’s handsome face in front of you.

“Oh that makes sense. I never thought about that. But I know you wouldn’t have been one to cheat or anything. You’re not like that.” He smiles a bit, your back is against him now, his hands on your hips, as you roll against him. His breath is hot on your neck as he bends low, exhaling.

“You sure do know how to dance. Really well, darling.” You giggle a bit, and he tenses. “Did you giggle!?”

“I do that sometimes. A lot actually. My life was hard growing up and… well I put on a hell of a facade of a tough girl.”

“You beat up most of the boys.”

“Sure did.”

You giggle again, but it’s cut off in a gasp as Nanami’s big hand is on your soft tummy, pressing just a bit, moving with you to the beat of the music. Your head leans back against his hard chest, desire coursing through your entire body now, because this was Nanami Kento touching you.

No other guy had done a damn thing for you. You always tried to take care of yourself, too, but you could never, ever…

“You feel really good pressed against me.” He whispers, so seductive, and you’re trembling now in his hold, shivers down your spine at his tone, at feeling him, every bit of him hard against you.

“You feel good on me too.” He kisses your neck, and your head tilts to the side, giving him more access. “Mnh…”

“Oh my…” He grips you so tight, you look back at him, and see it there, that desire in his gaze, matching your own. But how?

“What is it, Ken?”

“You sound like that from a kiss on the neck, I’ve gotta wonder what you sound like if I kiss other places.” His hand trails down, as you all sway in the middle of the crowded dance floor, and you stifle your cry just barely at it.

“Other places…” It reminds you of that day. On the rooftop.

“So many places. Every inch.”

“Nanami… I can’t handle a one night stand with you. I have way too many stupid feelings, it’ll wreck me. I’d rather just…” You pull away, turning to him, hands on his shoulders now. “I’d rather stay friends than do that.”

“One night stand, you think I do those?” You shrug, looking at his tie, even when he clears his throat, even when he tilts up your chin. “Look at me, darling.”

Fuck.

You look, and it’s your undoing, because all those years you loved him, and he’s even more handsome, even more sweet, even more perfect. “I don’t know if you do or not, but you’re very fucking hot. So.”

“And so are you. Do you?”

“No, not that there’s anything wrong with it. Just not my thing.” He hums a bit at that, pulling you back against him, rolling your body on his to the heady rhythm of the reverb song blaring. “So what, a two night stand?”

“I don’t see me letting you out of bed once I get you. Imagine, shutting up this bratty mouth? I’d probably tie you up and keep you in bed.” You stutter at that, knees nearly giving out.

“I… wha… huh…” He smirks, so handsome you can’t take it.

“Come to my place. Let’s get out of here.”

“No date first?”

“Date after. Lots of dates. Unless you have some last memory you really resent me over.”

“Oh I do.”

He rolls his eyes, yanking you by your hand then. “Okay you can tell me as we go to my place.”

“Y-your place? Is that your car?” He smiles, opening the door of the sleek gold sports car out front, and he even buckles your seatbelt, leaning far too close, god you just want to kiss him. “Ken…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“You’re being so nice.”

He rests a hand on your thigh, smiling at you, and it lights up his usually serious features, making him breathtaking in the moonlight. “I have always wanted to be, you’re just so prickly. Like a cute hedgehog.”

“Hedgehog!” You smack at his arm playfully, and he just chuckles, revving up the fancy car, leaning close to you then.

“If I gotta hear another story you gotta kiss me.” You lick your lower lip, your heart hammers, your mind racing with all the what ifs, with all the fears, with all the doubt. And then your mouths meet, and it’s like all the moments of your life that you felt something, good or bad, are all rolled into this.

He kisses you deeply, those tingles through your lips, that heat in your body, and your hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer, his tongue stroking yours. His tongue takes over your mouth, and he’s moaning into it softly, it’s just perfect, everything about it, the wind tousling both of your hair with his tops down. His big hands on your waist, taking it over.

“Holy fuck.” You murmur as he leans back, and he’s not smiling then, his eyes look drunk, his lips glossy from you. His hand slides up your shirt, cupping your breast over your top and kneading it, making you whine. “Kenn…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” You gasp, in shock as you study him, flushing as your nipple grows taut against his hand. He moans at it, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, only thin silk a barrier. “You’re so beautiful. You always have been, you know. Even when you kicked dirt at me and scowled.”

You laugh a bit at that, and he kisses you again, then your laugh turns to a soft whimper, he moans at it. “Making me whine like a lil bitch.”

He grins. “I like you soft and sweet. Would you be that way for me?” You pull him by his tie and nod then, kissing him deeply, drinking in the feel of him. “Bet you taste sweet.”

You suck in a breath at that, at the way he holds you, at his tone, at his seductive words eating at you. Imagining those lips all over your skin drives you insane. “Kinda feel like I’m dreaming.”

“Same here, you’re being so nice to me.”

“I am nice, I just… was hurt.” He kisses you softly again, but this time on your forehead, and your eyelashes flutter closed, soaking in his very existence, enveloping you entirely.

“I don’t want you to hurt. Darling if you just knew how I-” Several partygoers shout both your names, waving at you too, and some make stupid gestures and kissy faces, and you both laugh.

“Ay, you dating her, Kento?” Nanami’s friend shouts, and you tense, ready for the blow, the one you always get, every time. But Nanami slides his hand down to cover yours, and your breath quickens, as if time slows then.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks you then, loud enough for everyone around you, and you turn bright red in the dark evening.

“Yeah… I will.” You manage, and you hear a bunch of your friends and others going insane, you look back at them and just grin.

“He melted the Ice Princess!”

“Not completely yet.” Nanami winks, and then finally starts to drive and you get even more giddy, covering your mouth with your hands, eyes bright. Nanami smirks over at you, his hand back on your bare thigh, burning it. “I should have done that in middle school.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Time wasted being stubborn. Mainly you.”

“Hey!” You shove at his arm a bit, but then you end up shutting your eyes, tilting your head back and just enjoying the drive, the wind, Nanami.

“So, gonna regale me with the last tale of evil emo Kento?” You snort at that, and see that wind blowing through those sleek blond locks, tracing your fingertips down the sharp jawline.

“I sure will. We’ve got one more.” He sighs, and you remember.

The fourth time you tried to tell Nanami your feelings- Senior year- Age 18

You peek over at Nanami Kento, with his long blond hair over one hazel eye, casually drawing in his notebooks as several girls stood around him. You roll your eyes a bit, it was ridiculous the fan club he had, sure he was handsome, sure he was perfect, sure you would do anything to be with-

Shit.

He smiles just a bit as he talks to them, and you watch on out of your peripherals, pretending to pay no attention, but your eyes keep drifting over to him, until Nanami catches your gaze. You take a breath, sticking your tongue out then, and he just smirks a bit at you, calm as ever.

Now you all are in Senior year of high school, and you were eighteen, and you may or may not be going to prom alone, because the few boyfriends you’d had ended up being assholes. Mahito was a handsy mess at Winter Formal in Sophomore year, then you had the unfortunate experience of dating Naoya Zenin, who made Mahito seem decent.

That was bad.

He’d treated you terribly, honestly, and you just had stayed so you could keep Nanami off your mind, so it wouldn’t hurt as bad when you saw him hanging out with all those girls. Utahime had broken up with him and had tried to encourage you to talk to him, to tell him, as had your other good friend Shoko, but you couldn’t.

How could you?

You had barely talked to him, aside from him waving and smiling every day to you, and you just looked away, sadly. You couldn’t handle a fourth rejection from him, your heart is fragile enough. Things are much better at home than they were, but you still have tons of responsibility, and you still were so in love with him that it hurt to look at his stupid face.

Stupidly handsome.

Stupidly hot.

Stupid Nanami.

Why does he have to be so casual as you’re always internally losing it? At least you’re almost done, one month left, and you’ll never have to see him again. He’ll be moved on living his fancy life with some fancy woman in a fancy car, and you’ll be… well…

Who needs men anyway? You certainly didn’t.

“Hey pretty… wanna go to the dance?” Your classmate Haibara comes up then, he is one of Nanami’s very sweet friends that you actually like. But not like that.

You blink, mouth opening, as Nanami and the girls turn to watch this unfold. “I… um…” You peek over at Nanami, who just watches you curiously, and you ache at the thought of him saying it, saying no, go with me.

But he just watches you instead, calmly.

He’s always so calm.

Doesn’t he know he drives you crazy?

“Um… Are you sure? I can’t dance.” You mumble, and hear a little snickering of the girls next to Nanami. Nanami stands up then, and they are all quiet, as he casually walks over to another part of the classroom, hands in his pockets.

“That’s okay! You’re just… really pretty and I’d love to go.” You sigh, Haibara’s big brown eyes are adorable, and you don’t wanna upset him.

But…

“Um, can I think about it?” He looks a little crestfallen and you curse yourself over this. Why couldn’t you just go with him? What is wrong with you? He’s sweet and kind and not a dick.

But he’s not Nanami.

“Can I give you my number?” You nod, shyly, and smile a little. He gasps then, mouth wide open, and the girls next to you also gasp. “You smiled!”

“I… what!? Um, so what.” You cross your arms around your books then, standing up. Haibara is now bright red.

“It’s just really pretty.” You see Nanami turn towards you then, and your gazes lock for a moment, as Haibara hands you his number on a little note. You take it and give another little upturn of your lips, and Nanami’s gaze burns through you.

“Okay… I gotta go. See you later though.” You hop up and run out then, into the hallway, and you hear someone shouting your name but you ignore them, running up the stairs to the rooftop of the school, the one place you get any peace, get any solace whatsoever.

You were so hopeless.

Who were you waiting for, Nanami Kento?

Yeah okay.

As if he’d ever look at you like that.

The rooftop is peaceful, as the sun is hidden behind fluffy clouds, and little birds fly by, making you exhale, trying to focus. Here, in your little spot, you could just drop this tough girl act for a while, and it was absolutely an act, you were raised to be tough. You had to be strong no matter what.

But things were better with your grandparents, and you could maybe loosen up, could maybe open up.

But in all this time, only one person had made you want to drop your barrier, and he just made you put it right back up. And you’re still hopeless for him, and you don’t know when it will stop. Grade School, Middle School, High School, it never went away, it wasn’t fleeting, you wish it was.

“Hey, this spot taken?” You hear his deep voice, the timbre had gotten even huskier now as he’s grown up. You peek over at him, in his dark blue shirt and slacks, his muscles pronounced in the rolled up sleeves. Nanami had gone from skinny to buff and broad slowly but surely, and it just made him even hotter.

“Yep, taken. By my friend. Casper. Say Hi.”

Nanami snorts in laughter then, coming to sit next to you on the rooftop, and you shove at his hard body. “What, can’t I sit next to Casper?”

“You’re on Casper!” He scooches then, and you grin, you can’t help it. “Casper’s crushed, you dick!”

“Oh no, I… killed him! Oh look he’s fine.” Nanami points over at nothing, and you can’t stop the fit of laughs that take over you. They only die off a bit when he’s smiling at you, his seductive eyes glazed over, something unfamiliar to you. “You do have a pretty smile, Haibara is right.”

You clear your throat, looking to the side, running a hand through your hair. “Um… thanks, Ken.”

“I’m Ken again! It’s only been two years.” You glare and he holds his hands up. “You’re like an angry little Maltese.”

“A Maltese!”

“I’d say chihuahua but they’re not as cute. That’s a compliment.”

“Shut it.” You cover your smile with your hands then, and he shocks you, lowering them, taking them into his own. His big hands swallow your tiny ones, and his warm touch makes your tummy clench, makes you feel things you’ve never felt. “What are you…”

He eases back, sighing. “Haibara really has had it bad for you all year. As much as I don’t want you to be with someone-”

“Wha-!?”

“He’s a great dude. He’s way better than those assholes you dated. He would never hurt you, I promise.”

“Wait, back track, you don’t want me to date, why? Because you like me all miserable and feisty?”

He scoffs, leaning close then, an arm casually draped on one of his knees, the other long leg sticking out under him. “You are so smart in class, but I think when it comes to me you’re clueless.”

“Clueless. Nanami I’ve tried to… you know what, just go.”

He laughs, but it’s a dark, humorless one. “And here she goes again. Pushes me away. Runs away.”

“Yep. That’s what I’m good at, right, being the Ice Princess.”

“Will you just-” He yanks you then, against his chest, shocking you. Your throat goes dry, your lips parted, and you can’t take it, how bad you want to kiss him, how bad you have been since middle school. His full lips are all glossy as he wets them with his tongue, and you can’t focus anymore. “Shut up.”

“Shut up? You shut up!”

“Immature.”

“Meanie.”

“You’re mean!”

You stick out your tongue again and he glares. “See, childish. Maybe you should learn what these are used for, darling.”

“Darling!? Oh I’m not one of your darlings.”

“You’re right, you’re a brat.”

“Me!?”

“You.”

“Oh just go, Nanami, to your fanclub. I’ll think about Haibara, he doesn’t need you to come be nice to convince me. I’m sure he asked because he’s shy-”

“He didn’t ask me. And I didn’t come for that.” His voice is tense, as he grips you tightly, and you can barely move, as his hands cup your face, so big now, they swallow it whole.

“What did you come for then, Nanami Kento?” You whisper, struggling to maintain any sense of composure, fuck you’d do anything for him when he looks at you like that.

“I don’t know, impulse, the fact that I’ll not see you again maybe. Maybe that makes me sad.” You falter, sucking in a breath, and your hands rest on his hard chest then, palms splaying over the expanse of his chest. He exhales, leaning closer, until you taste his breath on yours, until you whine out from the back of your throat.

“Mnh… “ His nostrils flare, and his eyes get hungry. “You’d never be with someone like me.”

“Says who? You?” You just nod. “When you make that sexy little sound in the back of your throat… I want to… just…” He leans so close, his hands sliding down the contours of your body, and it lights up for him, every nerve ending, every bit of you reacts to his touch.

“Kento…” It’s just a whisper, and you’re pressing forward, your breasts against his chest, and he moans softly, he moans, fuck.

You don’t know what you’re doing, you haven't gotten very far and… Your mind is mush now. You feel something between your thighs, an ache, that you’d felt some before but this was insane, and you can’t take it. Like it’s calling out for his touch, like nothing could make it better.

“You just want to do what, Ken?”

“Kiss you places…” His hands pause on your hips, thumbs pressing in your pelvis, against your pleated skirt. “Places that bring that sound out.”

“Fuck…” Is all you manage to whisper out of your lips, and then he’s kissing you, Nanami Kento, on top of the roof of your school, and you’re falling into it, eager, as your tongues dance, and your fingers are in his silky hair, as he eagerly pulls you onto his lap. “Ah! Kenn, I…”

“Fuck.” Nanami’s cheeks are flushed, his eyes hungry, and he moans when he presses you down against his lap, and you gasp when you feel something between his thighs, brushing against you, just your panties the barrier from his slacks. Your eyes shoot up to his.

“K-Ken…” He moans, kissing you again, hands sliding down to grip your ass over your skirt, you’re grinding, shamelessly on his lap, feeling his hardness press against the growing wet spot in your panties.

“Darling… you’re so… ohmy…” He’s groaning as he grips you, and your mouths meet again, tongues fighting and playing in equal parts. You just want to tell him then, tell him that you love him. But he pauses, holding you still, shutting his eyes then and tilting his head back. You cling to his shoulders desperately, kissing up the side of his neck then.

“Please, please, please.” You don’t even know what you’re asking, you can’t even function, all you can think of is this, of his touch, his lips, his…

“Darling, if we go further… have you done…”

“N-no. Not much. Yet.” You bite out the words, and it’s like Nanami has unleashed something in you, something primal, and he stills your movements with his firm grip, shaking his head.

“I’ll fuck you right here. We need to stop.” You gasp at that, and shocked eyes meet his, pupils blown out.

“I… you’ll… um… you want to?”

“Of course I want to. Can you not… tell?” He huffs then, flushed cheeks, and you just bury your face against his neck. “You’re a virgin, yeah?”

“Yeah. I am. You’re not.”

“No. That should be special, someone you love.”

I do love you, stupid.

“Did you love your first?”

“No.”

“So…”

“You should have a special first time. Not on some rooftop, with someone who you basically hate.”

“I don’t hate you! Ugh!”

“You want me. I see that. I feel it.” Your legs tremble, squeezing his thick, strong thighs then, and he pulls your hair back looking up at you. “But you don’t even really like me.”

“You’re stupid. Stupid. Why can’t you see!?” He blinks then, exhaling and pushing up, rubbing his hard length against your slit, and you cover your mouth to muffle your loud cry.

“You’ve always been mad at me. Why!? Why, when you feel like this?” He kisses down your throat, his hands sliding up under your skirt now, and you whimper, desire rushing you.

“You made me this way.” You manage, and you sniffle then, trying to hide your emotions he always brings out.

“How? How… I…”

The bell starts ringing. Loud. School is over. You both tense, and you can’t believe the position you’re in, nor how badly you want to stay. Nanami’s pocket is buzzing, so you ease off, and he grimaces, pulling you back.

“Don’t go… please…”

“You’re right this is insane.” You struggle to write yourself, embarrassed as you feel the hot sticky mess of your underwear he’d made while you’re on his thigh, and he groans, gripping you hard while he reads the phone. His face tenses up.

“It’s Haibara. I’m a shit friend.” He rubs his hand over his face, and you stand then, turning away.

“You ever wonder what kind of friend you were to me, Ken?”

“I… have… darling, don’t-”

“We’ll forget this. Don’t want you to feel bad for your friend.” Nanami is grabbing at your wrist, and you’re turning away, again. You always are, aren’t you?

“Maybe I feel bad for… I don’t know, I think I led you on.”

“Led me on!?”

“Fuck not like that. Like… maybe I made you think things-”

“What, that I could be good enough for you?” You look at him, and tears stream down your face, for the first time in two years, since he last caused this. He looks crestfallen, trying to cup your face, but you smack his hands off.

“I never said that, never meant that. Please… you don’t-”

“Led me on, huh.”

“As if… in the past, like when we kissed, I don’t know if I made anything clear or was confusing. Please just stay, just listen. I’m not good at this.”

“Don’t bother. We’ll forget it.” You wipe a thumb across your lips, and they still tingle, you still ache, and his hazel gaze hones in on it. “I hope you have fun at prom, Nanami, I’m sure you’re going with someone beautiful.”

“Will you just-”

“And I hope you do well in college. I wish you all the best. Because Nanami Kento… I never hated you. The farthest from it.” You blink back tears, leaning up, kissing his cheek then.

“Don’t run away.” His voice is soft, and you want to stay, fuck you want to stay so damn bad. You love him. You always will.

“Kenn, you’re the best person I’ve ever met.” He looks at you now, confused expression on his handsome face. “Fuck if you don’t deserve better than me. Ice princess. Maltese.” You smirk, but he doesn’t follow it. “And you’re not a bad friend, Haibara is lucky, all your friends are lucky. You’re the sweetest, kindest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to know.”

You leave then, and as he runs after you, as you shut the door behind you to the stairs, you know you’ve done the right thing, letting him go. You love him enough not to want to damage him, ruin him. But now, you know how it feels to desire him in more ways than you ever had, and you’re not sure you’ll ever get over him.

Current Day

“You’re the one that left, darling. And left when… yeah, that was rough.” His voice is a little hoarse as he speaks of last year.

“I know. That one was on me. I thought you deserved better.” You whisper, as you all pull up to Kento’s place, you expect some dorm, but it’s some gorgeous fancy apartment building.

“You should think highly of yourself.”

“You live here!?”

“I’m really good at saving money.” You laugh a bit, softly.

“You’d hate my dorm.”

“I’ll fuck you in that little bed too.” You flush, and soon he’s opened your door, and he’s picked you up in his arms, your legs wrapped around his narrow hips, and your lips kiss up his neck as he carries you inside the fancy building, and up the elevator, and you couldn’t get your hands off each other as you stumble into his apartment.

It’s beautiful, minimalist and clean, and the scent of him all over it, something warm and comforting, something you missed in the last year without him. As Kento kisses down your throat, and your arms wrap around his neck, you faintly notice walls painted in shades of cream and white, a cozy couch and a nice TV, but you’re too busy being kissed senseless to really look.

Nanami and you are stumbling as you both kick off your shoes at the door, and he’s smiling against your mouth, as you nearly trip, clinging to him. “Ken-”

“Shh, darling, I got you.” He murmurs, his hands sliding up your back, sliding up the fabric of your silky top. He gets it off you, and you gasp when his hands cup your breasts, your nipples pebbling against his palms. “You’re so fucking beautiful, oh my god.”

You tremble under his praise, as he turns and presses you against the wall, hands on your lush breasts, thumbs brushing the peaks. “Kenn… that feels so good, mnh…”

“I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make up for being a stupid emo boy.” You giggle then, and he smiles at the sound.

“You were sweet, I just… I was a Maltese.” You both laugh, but then the mood turns more serious, as he’s kissing down your body, unzipping your skirt, and it falls in a pool down your ankles. “K-Ken?”

“Yes, darling?” He’s running a hand down your soft tummy, and then he finds your lacy panties, which had a growing wet spot, damp and sticky. You hiss as he caresses your clit with his firm fingertip over the fabric.

“I’m a… um… still…” Kento’s fingers dip under the elastic band of your panties then, as his lidded hazel eyes drinking you in, lips parted, then you gasp when he slides a fingertip in, just to the knuckle.

“You’re so tight… darling…” He’s got one hand braced on the wall next to you, and you’re slick around his thick digit, sliding in and crooking up just do, building pressure in your tummy. “Are you still-”

“Yeah, I am. A virgin. Is that okay?” He exhales then, bending down further, maneuvering his elbow just so, and now his finger sinks deeper, and you’re clinging to his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles of his shoulders under your fingers.

“I was your first kiss, now I get to be your first lover?” You feel that emotion behind your eyes, in the back of your throat, nodding eagerly.

“What if I don’t know what to do?” You whisper nervously, then he hits a spot that makes you see stars. “Oh! Kenn…”

“We’ll take our time. I’ve wanted you for so long.” You gulp at that, as you lift a leg up and wrap his thigh, and you hear it, the squelching wetness of your greedy little cunt in the quiet apartment. “I’ll make it perfect.”

“You’re always perfect. Mmm…” Your eyes shut for a moment, head falling back, as he’s kissing down between your bare breasts, sliding his finger in and out of your tiny entrance.

“No. Not always.”

“Neither was I.”

“Let me make that up. Each time I fucked up. I’ll get you off four times at least.” You squeak at that, and he smirks at you.

“That’s a lot though!”

“Darling, that’s nothing.” He’s on his knees then, and your legs are trembling, when he slides off your panties and bares your glistening cunt for his vision. You feel his hot breath against it, as it’s drooling wetness out down your lips. “It’s so pretty, fuck… let me just-”

“Kento!” You scream out as he’s got your leg on his shoulder, parting the lips of your pussy, his nose brushing your clit as his lips tease your entrance, making you shake violently as pleasure rushes through you.

“This scent… so sweet.” He moans, and then he’s sliding his tongue up your slit, and you can’t take it, you’re barely able to stand, as Nanami Kento is on his knees, tasting you.

“Mmnph!” You’re reduced to sounds, when he finds your little clit with his hot, soft tongue, swirling in a little circle. You’re gushing all over his handsome face, clinging to his shoulders, trying not to fall.

“You taste so exquisite, darling. I knew you would.” He latches his mouth around your clit then, sucking the tiny little bud into his mouth, and the pressure builds, goosebumps all over your skin, and you feel something about to burst.

“Ohmygod… s’good I-ah! Kennn!” You’re screaming out, as you gush all over his face, and he’s just drinking you, he’s lapping it all up as you ride out your orgasm, it makes your mind fuzzy, your body thrums from it, and your cunt is just throbbing around nothing. “Oh my god! Holy Fuck…”

“One.” He smacks a kiss on your pussy, looking up with a smirk, and you giggle, making him grin wide. “For when I didn’t take your pretty pink note.”

“I totally forgive you. The drawing wasn’t ah- that- mmm- good.” He’s slurping up the arousal that’s seeping out of your little cunt, laughing, tickling it, before he plants a sloppy kiss on it.

“Let’s get the other three taken care of, hmm darling?” You nod, weakly, and he’s standing again, and you flush as you see his face, shimmering with your wetness. You swipe a bit at his chin, then he pulls you against him. “Taste yourself.”

You kiss him, tasting the honeyed arousal, and you moan at it, as he returns that moan, and you devour each other’s mouths. “Nothing could be better. Dreaming.”

“We’re just beginning, darling girl. Taste how yummy you are?” You nod, shyly then, and he chuckles a bit, popping a kiss on your lower lip. “Let’s take this to my bed, so eager I haven’t even gotten there.”

“I’d say she was eager.” You giggle again as he leads you to the bedroom, and it’s immaculately clean and sleek, like Nanami himself. You begin to unbutton his shirt with trembling hands, and he has to help you, and when you see his body?

Every inch of him was chiseled to perfection, broad shoulders and thick arms full of muscle, which bunch and move as he slides it off his arms. Your mouth goes dry, putting one of your tiny hands on his chest, pectoral muscles ridiculous, trailing down the ridges of his abdomen, cut like a diamond. All the way to the soft trail of dark blond hair under his belly button.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Nanami Kento.” You whisper, and you see his cheeks tinge a little red, making your heart ache. “A man like you still blushes?”

“I’m still the shy emo boy deep inside.” You grin, shaking your head, and he exhales and his lips are parted. “You’re so gorgeous. I want to make you smile every day, forever.”

You’re crying as you smile now. “Forever…”

“Is that… shit… too much?”

“No. No. It’s… I love you. I have always loved you.” You’re just sobbing, and he holds your face so gently, so carefully, emotions mirrored in the hazel depths of his gaze now. “I was such a little mean brat.”

“You really were.” You smack at him, and he laughs, then kisses you, and your back is on his bed now, his hot body heavy on top of you. “I love you too.”

“You what!?” He sighs, kissing up your neck, big hands sliding down your every single curve.

“I love you. I didn’t know in elementary school like you. But… I started having a crush in middle school.”

You gasp at the confession, your heart racing, as your body reacts to his sure touches. “Middle school… my first kiss.”

“Your lips tasted so sweet, like honey.” He kisses your lips then, and emotions flood you, as you’re crying against the kiss, as your hands slide down his hard body so eagerly, until you find him, and he groans at your touch. “Darling…”

“Holy fuck you’re huge.” He laughs at that, and leans up, still in his boxers but you could feel how thick and long he was. “Will that fit?”

“I’ll make sure you’re very ready. I promise. Now… middle school…” He’s sliding two fingers in now, and you hiss at the stretch, clinging to his arms, manicured nails digging into perfect skin.

“Na-na-mii!” He watches you, as he holds himself up with one arm, sliding down your body a bit, nipping at the flesh over your rib, and starts scissoring his fingers in you, until you’re nearly blinded. “Ohmygod-fuck!”

“You’re so, so tight… ridiculously tight. We need to work her up.” He leans up and kisses your nose, your forehead, so sweet while his fingers pump into you, and you’re screaming as the pressure keeps building. “That pretty face when you cum, I need to see it again.”

With each stroke, you felt the pressure building, a coil tightening in your lower belly, and your hips began to move with his rhythm, your body begging for more, more, more. The pleasure threatens to consume you, and your moans grow louder, as it builds and builds.

“Let go, darling. You can do it.” At that you cried out, your climax hitting so hard, you’ve soaked him down to his arm, and Nanami holds you through it, his thick fingers slowing. “That’s it, such a good girl.”

“Good girl oh my-fuck!” The aftershocks are hitting, and you can feel your walls fluttering around his thick fingers.

“Can’t wait to feel that around my cock, fuck…” He pulls out his fingers, sucking on them then, eyes closing like you’re the best meal. “So delicious.”

“Kento, I need you, please. Please.” He’s on you in a moment, as you yank down his boxers, and you see him then, his thick, pretty cock, the pink tip drooling pearly white precum at the tip. “Oh my god.”

“See anything you like? Ah-fuck!” You’re smearing precum along the tip then, and feel his cock twitch in your hand, he’s so hot, thick and hard. Your cunt throbs in need of him, even though he’s so huge you worry for a moment.

“Should I… suck it?” His eyes widen then, his mouth dropping open. “I mean I don’t know how but I am a quick study.”

“If you do that I won’t make it. I have wanted you so long and I want this to be good for you.” His concern touches your heart, but…

“Just a taste?” He laughs a bit, then nods, and you sit up, getting on your hands and knees, tongue reaching out to lap up that precum, he’s groaning, hand pulling at your hair then, and the pain mixed with his yummy cock makes your cunt impossibly wetter.

“Darling.” He’s making this little sound in the back of his throat, as his cock slides deeper in your mouth, and though you don’t really know what to do, you just lick around until he’s twitching in your mouth. You continue to suck, moaning then, but he yanks you off by your hair. “You sure you haven't!?”

“I have read a lot of hentai, Nanami.” You peek up at him, kissing the tip, then you’re thrown on your back, and he’s between your thighs, as you giggle.

“You’re so bratty.” He kisses you, tasting himself, and then your legs wrap his narrow hips, and he’s pressing at your entrance, hot and insistent. You struggle to focus on staying on this earth when he’s sliding the tip up and down, and you both cling to each other, as he showers you with kisses.

Your cunt is getting so sloppy now, it’s so wet it’s slippery, and he’s sliding against your aching little hole now, pressing just a bit, and then your eyes lock, and your hands slide up to his shoulders. You’re biting your lower lip, your eyes glazed over with lust, his heavy lidded, mouth just barely open. And the look in his eyes? It’s not just lust it’s-

“Love. Love you. Love you Ken.” You say softly, and he leans down on his elbows, kissing you so deeply.

“I love you, darling, don’t you know how long I have? I have two more to make up for huh?” You smile.

“No, you don’t really. We were just young. And I was stubborn.”

“And I was a fool. Are you ready, darling? I want you to be absolutely sure, we can wait if-”

“I’m ready, so ready Ken. Please.” He slides in then, just a bit, and his fat tip gently bullies into your soaking little entrance. You cry out when he pushes more, and it burns so much, so much pressure. “Ah- ngh… shit shit shit.”

“Shit, are you all-right- ah I… darling you feel too good. Oh fuck.” He’s tense as he just sits there, halfway in, letting you adjust. And he pulls out a bit, then pushes in even deeper, making tears prick your eyes. “Darling, try to breathe.”

“S’much to- you’re too big- I- Ken-” He shushes you, pulling out again, sliding a hand between your bodies and finding your swollen clit, it twitches under the touch of his two fingers. “Mmmnh!”

“Focus on this. Please, darling, try to… you’re so-” He speaks through gritted teeth, rolling his fingers, and you grow wetter around the thick cock that’s currently stretching you out. You struggle to focus on it, shutting your eyes then, resting your forehead on his chest, then you moan, as he pulls out again, pushing in even deeper somehow.

“Ngh! Ken! It’s so deep!” Kento kisses you as he works your clit, just staying there inside you, and you start feeling so good, as your walls flutter around his thick cock, and you taste his sweet lips.

“I’m not in fully yet.” You gasp, and he laughs, blushing a bit.

“How much more!?”

“Not much. I want you to cum first from this…” He’s running his fingers in circles, and he fucks you gently, shallow thrusts, and your eyes roll back involuntarily at how good he feels inside you. The stretch, the pressure, him over you, so handsome as he watches your every expression. “Now, like a good girl.”

“Oh my fucking… cumming, cumming!” You’re screaming out as you grip the sheets beneath you now, your hips arching up while he presses in even more, you’ve never felt anything like it, like how good it is, your legs shake around his hips. You’re just falling apart under his hazel gaze.

“Perfect girl.” He whispers, pulling his fingers off your clit then, and you blanch just a bit when you see them. He looks too, then he clears his throat, rubbing them on his own thigh.

“Oh no I’m so sorry!”

“Shush. It’s natural, darling.” You bury your face in his chest again. “Ah-ah, look at me.” You do as he says, eager to please Nanami Kento. “It’s just the first time, and it doesn’t bother me. Okay?”

“Y-yes. Thank you. Th-thank…you…” He moans, kissing you now, and then he’s all the way in, bottoming out in your little pussy, hitting your cervix, and you feel like you could cum again, and you begin to feel it build all over. He’s sweaty as he starts fucking into you now, hips snapping, skin smacking.

“Hear how wet I have you.” His voice is husky, deep, and you’re whimpering under him, just a fucking mess. You can hear your sloppy cunt sucking his cock in with each stroke, and you start seeing stars when he hits that spot, as his hands grip your waist tightly. “Do you, darling?”

“I hear it. I-mnh-hear it.” You whisper your answer, and he lifts one of your legs up then, sliding it up over his arm. You tense just a bit as the angle shifts, getting impossibly deeper.

“Are you ready to be fucked senseless, sweet girl?” He asks it so softly, like he’s taking you on a damn date, and your eyes widen as you nod, then he slams into you, hard, and you cry out. “Can you take it?”

“Y-yes, please, s’good Ken.” You’re a mumbling mess while he starts fucking you deep, splitting you in half, you can feel him in your stomach, fuck you feel him in your throat, and you can’t help the cries as your sloppy cunt is soaking his cock.

“Perfect little pussy. Perfect.” He moans over you, one big hand wrapping one of your plush thighs, lifting it even higher, and then he’s fucking into you, over and over, bruising your cervix, his balls smacking your ass, pelvis smacking your clit. You feel heat washing over you, your eyebrows drawing together, face screwing up.

“S’good, Ken. S’good.” You’re barely able to speak, and his head tilts back as he moans, eyes fluttering shut for a moment, pressing in so deep you can’t stand it, then you’re cumming again, spasming around his thick length and he’s grunting, teeth gritted together as your hips buck up.

“Oh my fucking-darling…” You’re barely able to mumble back, as he fucks you into the bed, his thick cock stretching your little hole out, as that creamy ring of your cum starts showing on his cock, and he looks down at the sight, groaning. “You’ve cum four times- ha- forgive- me?”

“Already did. Already mnhhh Ken!” You’re clinging to him now, as he pushes your leg up over his shoulder, and it hurts, the stretch, his tip that keeps smashing into your cervix, that keeps rubbing on that spot.

“One more, then, forgive me for… not… taking you to-prom. Please.” Your eyes are watery, and you cry softly, nodding, as he rolls his hips and hits your spot, and you feel like you’re coming apart at the seams.

“F-forgive you. Forgive you.” 

“Good. Would’ve fucked you on prom night. Forgive me for that one.” You giggle, but your laugh cuts of quick as he fucks you intense, raising both your legs up now, cock slippery with all your cum, and your eyes roll back, you’re literally drooling, your mouth and your cunt.

“Forgive. You. Ken.” You speak through each thrust, as his big hands cup your face, and he’s got your thighs on your breasts, smushing you and filling you to the brim with his cock.

“Let me cum in this sweet pussy. Let me fill you. Fill you so much- ah- you’ll be dripping for days.” You just meekly nod, you have no clue anymore of anything, it’s all faded, but Kento on you, in you, around you. It’s all him. “Ask me for it, darling. Ask me to fill you.”

“Cum in me. Please. Please. Ken-ngh-please!” You’re begging, feeling no shame for it, none at all, not when he starts jerking his hips, and his rythym falters, and he’s just looking at you, with those hazel eyes you’ve loved forever.

“Can you take it all, darling? Be… a good girl… for me please…” You nod, and then he’s slammed his lips into you, and he’s pumping you full, velvety hot ropes of white cum that paint your insides, filling you up with his hot cum, making you cum all over again. “Yes, darling, let me feel you-fuck.”

You’re crying out your orgasm against his lips, and he pumps more of his cum so deep in you, until you’re both oversensitive, trembling messes. His cum is sliding out around his thick length, mixed with your arousal, both drooling out of your little cunt that’s stretched by him so. You look at each other, then, breathing erratic, hearts racing in the quietness of his room.

“So perfect. You’re so perfect.” He says softly, easing out, and you hiss a bit at it, at how sore you are, the emptiness. “Are you all right, darling? I’m sorry it hurt.”

“No it was perfect, Ken. So perfect.” You’re crying, and he’s wiping your tears gently from your cheeks, resting his forehead on yours, as you cling to him.

“First kiss, first to make love to you. First to feel this pretty pussy cum all over me, to watch that beautiful face.” He keeps kissing you over and over.

“First love, Nanami Kento. My first love.” He sighs, studying you carefully, hands soft as they run down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’re my first love.” You start crying again.

“You always make me a sappy baby.” He grins then, chuckling. “Your first love, are you sure? When did you know?”

“The rooftop is when I knew a million percent. God, when you were on my lap in that skirt, and I tasted your lips again… I had wondered, was it just as I remembered in middle school? It was. It was even better. Then I knew there was no one else. But… you’re a little brat.”

You laugh through your tears, kissing his chin then, the little cleft in it that you find so damn attractive, then his lower lip, nipping it. “I was so scared. I didn’t know if I’d ever be good enough.”

“You’re too hard on yourself. You’re amazing, even when you’re all angry and sticking your tongue out at me.” You and him both laugh at that, then he’s helping clean you up, being so careful with you it shatters your heart. “Will you stay with me tonight? And maybe lots of nights?”

“I’d love to. Do I get to sleep in your hoodie!?”

“You know I can’t fit into it anymore. So it’s yours.” You giggle, and soon you’re in one of his old black shirts and a hoodie, and he laughs as he zips it up, it’s huge on you. “You look way too good in that.”

You shove your hair in front of your face. “I’m Kento- not Ken-”

“You little brat!” You squeal, and he’s got you over his shoulder, smacking your bare ass. “Time for a lesson.”

And that was the fifth, and final time that you tried to tell Nanami Kento your feelings. And this time, it worked, and guess what? He felt the same.

On ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/57995971