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[cherry-coffees]

Roommates!Caitvi x reader hcs ♡

Caitvi version of my roommate!Caitlyn AU as requested by @chaos1stuff! Take some pure fluff while I cook up some more academic rival!Caitlyn for y'all ;)

roommate!Caitlyn who wakes early every morning without fail. She claims it's because she doesn't like to waste the day by sleeping late, but it's really so she can have some quiet moments with her tea and the sunrise before she has a hectic day of classes and studying and whatever else she has to do in her schedule

roommate!Vi who sleeps late every day. She rolls out of bed with messy hair and a raspy voice, putting on her headphones before doing anything else. She'll just throw on a hoodie and some sweats, barely pausing to brush her teeth before she's out the door and off to her classes or the gym

roommate!Caitlyn who finishes her classes and heads off to the library to study. She has a cute pencil pouch with all of her different colored gel pens and highlighters, and her bag is extremely heavy because she carries around all her books. She's always at the silent floor of the library because "if I wanted to study with noise, I'd just go home and listen to Vi yelling at her video games."

roommate!Vi who does, indeed, love yelling at her video games. Her room features a specific gaming PC that she finally got after wanting it for ages, an ultra-comfortable gaming chair, and good-quality headphones that Caitlyn gifted to her for her birthday (half as a gift for Vi, and half as a gift for herself so Vi wouldn't play her movies so loudly)

roommate!Caitlyn who mothers you just a little bit. She'll make you tea in the mornings if she's still at home when you wake up, give you opinions on which outfits she thinks you look the cutest in, and ask you what happened the second she sees your expression drop. She sits with you quietly until you're ready to talk about what happened, listens when you tell her about your day, then holds you for as long as you need. Her heart breaks a little if she ever sees tears streaming down your cheeks. "Hey, what happened? Don't cry...please don't cry. Whatever it is, I'll fix it for you."

roommate!Vi who gets home from the gym in a happy mood most days. Working out makes her feel good, and she always tries to rope you into her workout sessions in hopes that it'll make you as happy as it makes her. Regardless, she'll set her phone down and play some music when she gets home, rummaging through the fridge to see what she can make. Vi's a good cook, though people may not expect that of her. When you come out of your room to greet her, she twirls you around the kitchen just to make you giggle as she whips up something for you and Caitlyn

roommate!Caitlyn who insists that you, Vi, and her have dinner together every night. She thinks of the three of you as a little family, and therefore, your dinners together as like family dinners. She and Vi will sometimes bicker over whatever they disagree on today, but it's always lighthearted. It usually ends with Vi leaning her chin on her palms and teasing her with a: "you know you love me." Caitlyn, for her part, rolls her eyes instead of saying anything back because she really can't argue with that

roommate!Vi who loves pissing Caitlyn off. You hear a soft knock on the door of your room one night, and when you open it, Vi's standing there with a bottle of black hair dye. "C'mon," she whines, and you can't deny her when she gives you those puppy eyes that always make you go weak for her. "It'll be so funny, and she deserves it for vacuuming the apartment at 8am on a Sunday. She knew I was sleeping!" And, because you're also kind of pissed at Caitlyn for doing that, you're painting Vi's pink hair with the black dye in the bathroom twenty minutes later

roommate!Caitlyn who always surprises you with gifts. Whatever you want, she's already ordered it for same-day delivery to your shared apartment. You're watching TV together one night, and you see expensive sunglasses from a designer brand that you make a passing comment able. It's as simple as: "oh, I like the shape of those." It doesn't matter what you say — there's a wrapped box on your pillow the next morning. You recognize Caitlyn's wrapping because it's all smooth and neat, the corners tucked in perfectly and a navy ribbon that ties it all together. You protest the first few times, citing that you really don't need all the things she's buying you. But Caitlyn just shakes her head. "Nonsense. It's my money, and I can buy whatever I please. If I want to gift you something, then I will." Though, despite how matter-of-fact she is about it, you see the soft smile that graces Caitlyn's features when you try on whatever she's bought you

roommate!Vi who adores touch. She's constantly seeking out physical contact in small ways: throwing an arm around your shoulder when you're watching a movie together, leaning her head on your lap when she gets tired, pulling you into a hug when she's all sweaty after the gym. She laughs when you whine in protest, telling her at least take a shower first. Sometimes, when Vi's past memories get brought up, she gets extra clingy. It's not her fault she's touch-starved. She'll come into your room and stand awkwardly by the doorway until you notice her. When you sigh and open your arms, already knowing what she needs, Vi is more than happy to embrace you to her heart's content. She's muscular and strong when she holds you, but she's like an eager puppy at heart, and the contrast makes her really good at hugging

roommates!Caitvi who start acting weird one day. You catch them mumbling to each other a few times, though they immediately stop and smile when they notice you, asking about your day. They look at each other a little too long sometimes, exchanging thoughts with just glances. You don't understand how they do it. This, combined with their increase in being touchy with each other, leads you to the conclusion that they're in a relationship. They must be trying to figure out how to tell you, is the thought that occurs to you while laying in bed one night. Your heart sinks a little, and you can't fall asleep for a long time after that

roommates!Caitvi who immediately get concerned when you start avoiding them. You come home late most nights, citing various excuses like studying at the library or grabbing coffee with a friend as reasons to why you've been out of the apartment so much. You don't hang out in the common area as much, either, preferring to stay in your room and watch movie on your laptop. It's easier than worrying about if they're making out on the couch or exchanging secret whispers that you never seem to be in on

roommates!Caitvi who corner you one day. After you get home from yet another late night out, they're both sitting at the kitchen table with their arms crossed, both pairs of blue eyes trained on you. "You want to tell us why you've barely talked to either of us the past few weeks?" Caitlyn narrows her eyes. She's not one to be afraid of confrontation. Vi's slightly softer, though her expression mirrors Caitlyn's worry. "If we've done something to upset you, princess, just tell us. You can't avoid us forever."

roommates!Caitvi whose jaws drop when you finally let your thoughts spill from your lips. "Fine!" you huff. "I'm sick of you two pretending you're not hiding something from me! I've seen all of your secret conversations and how touchy you are with each other! Why won't you just tell me you're together? Do you— do you not trust me?"

roommate!Vi who's the first to cut you off. "Woah, woah," she holds both her hands up. "We're not together. Just give us a second to explain, yeah? We have a good explanation for the secrets."

roommate!Caitlyn whose expression immediately softens. "We're not together. Well, we want to be—" she pauses when your face falls. "But we actually just weren't sure how to tell you that we want you, too. That we've fallen for you just as much."

roommates!Caitvi who don't leave your side for the rest of the night. They sandwich you in between them the second you return their confession with your body crumpling in relief. The three of you sleep in Caitlyn's bed that night: the king-sized canopy more than big enough to accommodate them on either side of you. Caitlyn, true to form, wakes up early the next day. But instead of getting up, she pats a sleeping Vi's cheek and brushes some loose hair out of your eyes. Vi, also true to form, wakes up late. Only this time, she pulls you closer into her chest and falls right back asleep. And when Caitlyn wakes you two up with cups of tea and a kiss to each of your foreheads, you've never felt happier.

My first time writing a Caitvi x reader sooo hope you guys enjoyed! I wrote this at 2am while doing a sheet mask teehee <3

~Cherry 🍒

[cherryredstars]

Hi! Would it be possible for you to write one where he’s pushing down on her stomach and he can feel himself inside her?

18+ NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Stomach Bulge, Hints of Overstimulation, Squirting, Creampie, Reader Passes Out (Miguel Continues), Somnophilia/CNC, Breeding Kink

Enjoy, loves!

"Miggy! 'S too much!"

Your wobbly sob completely fills the room, but it doesn't look like it even reaches Miguel. His eyes are trained to your fluttering cunt, hypnotized by the way your pretty pussy swallows and flutters around his thick cock. A foamy ring of cream sticks to his base, and he can feel it dripping down his balls as the gravity of his thrusts makes it slowly trickle down. Your skin is soft and dented where his hands eagerly grasp onto your hips to pull your weak body back onto him.

He can see the recoil of your skin as his pelvis rapidly slams against yours with inhuman speed, both of you knowing your thighs will be sore come morning. A thin layer of sweat coats both of your bodies, damp hair sticking to your forehead and cheeks. You've been moaning and crying so prettily for him over the past two hours, painting his cock with your precious cum. You should be fucking bloated from the two loads he pumped into you, but he can see how it seeps out from your hole as his cock slams into your gummy cervix.

But his favorite sight of the whole night, excluding the way your face looks when your eyes roll back as you gush around his dick, is the fucking bulge that raises in your stomach everytime he pushes his cock into your tiny cunt. It has him fucking drooling, desperately speeding his thrusts up so he can watch the way it reappears and disappears. You might be too fucked out to register anything, but Miguel sure as hell doesn't entertain even the idea of letting this go unnoticed.

"Pussy was made t'take thick fucking cock, hm?" He asks, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from the raised skin to look out you.

Your eyes are droopy, mouth dropped open with a series of moans as you weakly nod your head. Your face is completely flushed, and Miguel knows your cockdrunk mind didn't process a word he just said.

"Wanna see baby?"

You answer with another high-pitched keen, your eyes fluttering shut as you desperately grab at the sheets to stabalize yourself against Miguel’s thrusts. Miguel has to pry your hand away from the sheet, his teeth gritted as he takes it and places it over your stomach. You let out a squeal the same time he moans once he presses your hand down with his. You get impossibly tighter around him as he presses the bulge down onto his cock. He can barely move his cock out of you like this, and pleasure spikes through his spine as you twist and turn to get away from the newfound wave of pleasure. Miguel grunts, teeth gritting as he presses harder against your stomach to keep you still.

"Stop running away, not done fucking this pretty pussy."

Your thighs kick out around his shoulders, trying to push his body away from yours as you feel pleasure burning through your body to your twitchy clit. Your whole body is shaking with his rough thrusts, and you try to pull your hand out from under his to take away from the pleasure. Miguel can feel his balls tightening with a release, but he tries to hold it off as soon as possible. Before anything else happens, he wants to know how it feels like to have you milk his cock dry with his bulge glued to your walls.

He shifts, angling his hips up so his tip pokes out your walls and his bulge slams into the palm of your hand. You fucking scream at the feeling, your body spasming before it locks. Miguel moans as your pretty juices spray from your cunt, drenching his stomach and thighs with your squirt. Your body shakes violently as your cunt pulsates around him, and Miguel’s eyes roll back as his cock twitches and thick globs of cum fill your cunt for the third time tonight.

His hips still as his balls empty, his breathing harsh as he slowly eases up the pressure on the bulge of your stomach. You let out a little whimper of relief, your eyelids slowly fluttering closed until your breaths even out, and your body goes limp. Fucking hell. Didn't know it would be that good.

Slowly, Miguel pulls his hips back. He hums as your walls drag over his length as he pulls out. A small pop sounds as his tip escapes, the sunction of your cunt disappearing. It isn't soon after that a combination of your and his release trickles out of your fluttering hole, coating your cunt in more cum. Miguel groans as he wraps a hand around his sticky, still-hard cock. He gentlly pushes his cum back into your hole, fucking you with his tip.

He'll be damned if he doesn't have your stomach bulging with his baby after this.

[chrollohearttags]

time to play the fun little game of ‘which of these 2D freaks will I objectify and sexualize today?

[cherrieguroo]

stephanie lauter rentry graphic — f2u with credits

rq'd by anon !!

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Part 1/3 requests for @simonelliot6713

I hope this is okay :D

To be completely honest I'm not sure what counts as masc and neutral but I did my best!

[032104]

what other types of fics do you guys want to see from me? i’ll continue the private but not secret series for boynextdoor but in the meantime please give me ideas for riize! (⑅˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )

[cherry-jamm]

My requests are once again opened, feel free to send something in

Especially if you're requesting for Baldurs Gate 3 or Batman, please send in bg3 and Batman asks

[cherrysoojins]

🍰 — back

more information !

˗ˋ 🧁 ❫ requests, how to, groups i write for, etc . . .

— request will always be very simple. i am comfortable writing anything within the smut, fluff, angst, comfort, horror, yandere, gore, etc realm. i, however, do take a little while to conjure up ideas and how to write certain things ( my creativity can be very limited sometimes & i often feel like my writing lacks something so i take time whilst writing to make it perfect in my eyes ) so it may take me awhile to actually respond to your requests. but keep in mind, i am more than likely working on it !

𝟮 ┈ ⟡ : requesting anything with ped*philia, rap*, gr*oming, things like that, will result in a block. that’s disgusting, so . . .

— how to request is just sending an ask ! so if you conjure up any ideas you want me to write, feel free to send an ask an i’ll get to it !

— groups i write for are very versatile to an extent. girl groups and boy groups are both acceptable to me, i will write for both ! if i know nothing about a group / idol you request, i won’t be able to do your request, unfortunately. however, i like to think i have a good understanding on every popular idol and group right now, especially the ones in my stan list in my about me, so i think i’ll be able to manage !

𝟮 ┈ ⟡ : writing for idols i don’t know about can be kind of tricky in a sense. i can try, but it’s easier not to, you know? it’s just to save me the trouble and stress of having to get to know a certain group and person just to write a small little something for someone. but nonetheless, i still do like following new groups and getting to know other groups so i still might get to learn about them at a later date and save your request !

— i don’t only write for kpop ! i am also open to writing for other fandoms, obey me, jujutsu kaisen, hxh, genshin, honkai, any other video or anime fandom i know of !

[nebularsung]

hi skyee i'm so glad you are back! may i ask... are your requests for chocoryo open?

hello anonnnnn!!!! unfortunately they're not :( i have some requests pending and as i mentioned before i started working, this month, july and august will be kinda busy so i rather not to bite more than i can chew yk i hate to make you wait for your requests, but still i need to do it on my time

[xcherryerim]

Question, when you say u only right for afab of gn!Reader does that apply just to smut or to all your writing?

That’s a really good question actually.

I rarely write non smut stuff just because I feel like I wouldn’t do good writing fluff/angst and what not (even if i tried before).

Also, when writing, I like being able to identify somewhat to reader that’s why I mainly write gender neutral, fem afab, afab readers. (not for selfish reasons tho, is just that i’m not an expert on the joystick department)

Enough yapping tho, to answer your question, If you (or anyone) drops a request and I really get obsessed (as you guys may know i’m terrible at doing request) I’ll write it. I don’t think I mind writing for non gn/fem afab/afab readers.

[satoruhour]

hihi T!! i’m missing so much i’ve been so inactive :( 🍒

hiii cherrryyy! dont worry im also like ... a little inactive here too :") how are u!

[cherry-coffees]

Love, Sweat, and Queers

gym!Caitlyn x pilates princess!reader

cw: 2.6K words | gym AU, meant to be s2 act 2 Caitlyn, hints of sun x moon dynamic, reader is a cute pilates princess, she also works there, Caitlyn does NOT want to be there, then she meets you and it's allll better, Caitlyn/Jayce sibling dynamic, mutual pining, confessions, title is like blood/sweat/tears but WLW VER.

"You can't be serious, Jayce." Caitlyn scoffs at him.

She strides into the gym as if she's annoyed to be in the presence of sweaty strangers and loud machines. Which she is. She has no issue with public gyms, but she just can't understand why she would go to one when she has all the exercise equipment she could ever ask for at the Kiramman manor.

"Oh, relax," Jayce rolls his eyes in response. "I didn't want to go alone. Besides, you need to get out of that house every so often."

"What?" Caitlyn huffs, her posh accent prominent in her indignation. "I get out quite enough, thank you."

Jayce has a point, though, and she knows it. She's been locked up in her office ever since her mother's death — ever since Ambessa had come into the picture. She needs to get out of her office, even if it's to a gym that she has no reason to go to. Now, having broken up with Maddie a few weeks ago, she also needs to be surrounded by people other than the Noxian warlord on her shoulder.

"Cait," Jayce sighs, swinging the main door open and gesturing for her to walk through first. "Just trust me, okay?" And with that, he enters behind her and makes his way up to the front desk.

The front desk where you are sitting.

"Hi," you smile, all bright eyes and cheerful tone. "Go ahead and swipe your membership card on the scanner in front of you."

Jayce swipes his card, returning your smile. "I have a guest with me, today."

"Okay," you nod, typing something into the computer that sits on the desk in front of you. "How many?"

"Just one."

"Perfect," you hum, grabbing the receipt as it prints out and sliding it across the desk along with a pen. "We do have a small fee for each member that brings a guest, so if you'll just sign here. Is she a first time guest?"

Jayce taps Caitlyn's shoulder, motioning her forward from where she had been looking around the building. "Yes, she is."

"Oh, hi," you beam another smile as her eyes lock onto yours for the first time. "I'll just need you to fill out a form so we can make sure we have your information."

"Ah—" Caitlyn's breath catches in her throat. The way you're beaming up at her, so sweetly that it's almost innocent, steals the words from her lips. You're really cute, she notices. "Okay, sure."

You reach under the desk to grab a form before handing it to her over the desk. "Just fill this out and then you're all good to use the gym."

Caitlyn merely nods, forcing herself to not glance back up at you as she answers the questions on the paper. She's done in a minute or two, sliding the form back to you, earning yet another smile. "Perfect, you're all set," you tuck the form into one of the drawers in a cabinet under the desk.

"Thank you—" Caitlyn trails off, lacking your name.

"Of course!" You glance between her and Jayce. "Let me know if you have any questions."

"Yeah," Caitlyn responds, almost dazed as she follow Jayce away from the desk and fully into the gym. The moment Jayce heads off for the leg extension curl up machine, she's right beside him. "Who is that?" she whisper-shouts: enough to be audible in the loud building without being overheard.

"Her?" Jayce sets his water bottle down, stating your name like it's obvious. "She works at the front desk a few nights a week. Don't think she lifts much, but I've seen her doing pilates sometimes."

"Is that so?" Caitlyn murmurs to herself, casting a sidelong glance back at you. She doesn't notice Jayce as he begins to work out, too preoccupied with thoughts of meeting you again. Preferably when you're not checking her into a gym she doesn't want to be at.

Well. She didn't want to be at. That's quickly changing — whether she wants to admit it or not.

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Caitlyn's back at gym the next day.

This time, she's here alone. She strolls in through the main doors with an almost aloof expression: her face betraying none of her nerves. She's all dressed in her expensive navy leggings with a loose, white tank top clinging to her tall stature. She heads straight for the front desk, her eyes locked on you.

You glance up from your phone as she approaches. "Oh, hi! Are you here with Jayce again?"

"Actually, I'm here alone," Caitlyn's icy-blue stare doesn't waver. "I was hoping to get a membership?"

"Oh!" Your smile feels like beams of warmth, like if the sun itself decided to smile upon Caitlyn. "Sure, I can help you with that! Do you know which plan you'd like? They have different perks, but they also cost differently, and—"

Caitlyn doesn't really hear what you say, too focused on the slight movement of your hair and the change in your expression as you talk. She blinks back into reality when you tilt your head questioningly, as if expecting an answer. "Um," she mumbles. "I'll do the top one."

"Okay," you type something into her computer, and Caitlyn tracks the movement of your fingers tapping across the keys. As the Kiramman heir, she's beyond rich, but she's also classy with it. She wasn't going to spend her money on something she'd never use.

A membership at the gym her now-crush works at, though? She can make an exception.

"Okay, now just a few questions," you click something, then shift your gaze back to her.

When Caitlyn nods, you resume. "Well, I would ask your name, but—" you cut yourself off, cheeks tinging a rosy pink.

"Oh," Caitlyn blinks, suddenly remembering that everyone in Piltover knows her name. Especially now, with her being a commander: earning the legacy passed on to her by the recently deceased Cassandra Kiramman. She takes in your blush with a hint of hope, though she remains her usual composed self. "Yes. Are there any others?"

You rattle off a few more of the usual questions before you motion for her to swipe her card. She does without a second thought, and you can't help but briefly wonder what someone of her status is doing at a public gym in the middle of Piltover. Surely someone of a commander status — especially with her wealth — has more than enough for their own private training areas. Why is she here?

"Thanks," Caitlyn flashes you a smile of her own, and you're a little embarrassed to register how it makes your heart flip. She must give it to all the Piltover citizens, you remind yourself. It's practiced for the public.

"Of course," you maintain your cheerful demeanor. That marks the end of this conversation, or so you think.

Instead, Caitlyn lingers, taking more time in front of the desk than she needs. "So, what do you like to do here?

You look up at her again, surprised that she hasn't disappeared into the depths of the gym yet. "How do I...work out?"

"Um, yeah," she mumbles, scratching at the tiled floor with the tip of her shoe. "It's only my second time here, so I'm looking for recommendations, you know?"

"Right," you consider. "I usually stick to pilates. I know it's a little cliché since it's super popular, but I really like it."

"I don't think it's cliché," Caitlyn's quick to reassure you. Gods, the last thing she needs is you thinking you can't share your hobbies with her. "Maybe I'll try it sometime."

You think for a moment, as if mentally going through your schedule in your head. "I usually do it on Mondays and Thursdays, so I don't know about the other days, but there's usually not as many people wanting to do it those evenings."

Aha.

You just explained what Caityn had wanted to know since she stepped foot in the gym and saw you. Monday and Thursday evenings. Not as specific as she'd have liked, but still far more information than she ever expected to get. She would just have to be sure she caught you at the right time.

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For the next week, you catch sight of Caitlyn coming into the gym nearly every day you're working. She's always dressed in expensive workout clothes with what you're sure is the finest quality fabric, casually gracing your presence at the front desk before heading off to work out. Her tops always exposed her toned arms, and they occasionally lifted from her stomach to showcase her abs, and gods, is the universe trying to kill you by giving you the hottest women to ogle at while you're supposed to be working?

It doesn't take long, though, for you to run into her in a far more casual setting.

You're in one of the gym's studios — off of work today. You lay back on the mats, stretching out your right leg for one of your stretches to cool down from your pilates workout. You roll over to do your next exercise, pushing yourself off the mat, facing the mirror in a side plank. Your gaze is downcast in concentration, so don't notice the hint of navy hair that flashes in the doorway before a familiar face appears.

Caitlyn watches you exercise from just outside the studio door. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of your legs and backside in your leggings. You're wearing a cute, blush pink workout set that hugs all your curves in just the right ways, much to her appreciation. You're a cute little pilates princess, and she loves it.

And oh, how she'd love to run her hands over your body and—

After a minute passes, you lower yourself back onto the mat, happening to glance up at the mirror and catch sight of Caitlyn's reflection. "Hey, Caitlyn," you smile at her in the mirror. "Did you want to use the studio?"

"Oh, no," Caitlyn rushes her words, stepping into the space before letting the door close. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. I was—" she fumbles for a moment before regaining her usual composure. "Would you mind teaching me some stretches? I feel like I need more before I work out."

"Sure," you blink, a little surprised that the Caitlyn Kiramman is not only regularly visiting the gym you work at, but now also asking you for help. "I was just finishing up, anyways."

You sit up straight, crossing your legs on the mat in front of you and turning your back to the side as far as your flexibility will allow you. Caitlyn sets her bag down and joins you on the mat, mirroring your actions. "I like this one for stretching my back, but I also like to do lunges for my legs," you continue to explain.

Caitlyn, meanwhile, continues to hyper fixate on how kind you are to help her with whatever she needs — even when you're not working. She notices how your eyes narrow when you're focused, how you carefully position yourself for the next exercise, how pretty your cheeks look when they're a little flushed.

The next few minutes go by with Caitlyn quickly picking up every stretch you teach her. It's not surprising: she's toned and athletic both from her years of sharpshooting and the training she does now as a commander. She completes the stretches with ease, her body moving languidly like a cat's. And, in return, you can't help but notice how good she looks like this, too.

When you call it, standing to clean the mat with a wipe and roll it back up, Caitlyn stands right along with you. Her dark eyebrows furrow, trying to figure out how she can make this moment with you last even longer. As you bend to pick up your bag and water bottle, you feel a hand on your shoulder.

You turn, eyes widened, to see Caitlyn shifting on her feet. "Hey," she murmurs. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner? If you haven't already eaten, that is."

"You—" You freeze, unsure if this is some kind of joke or misunderstanding. "You want to have dinner with me?"

"Yes, with you," Caitlyn smiles down at you. She's much warmer under that professional, stoic demeanor she always puts up. "I've grown quite fond of you."

"Thank you," you mumble, your eyes darting between hers and your shoes as an act of sudden shyness. "Yeah, dinner sounds nice."

"Take it as my way of asking you out," Caitlyn's long fingers brush yours. You wish she'd hurry up already and just hold your hand, but she's taking her time — that much is clear. Respectful: yet another thing you like about her.

You fluster even more at her comment, almost disbelieving. "Asking me out?"

"Yes," Caitlyn tilts her head, icy eyes imploring yours in curiosity. "You haven't figured that out? I feared I was being too obvious about my infatuation."

This draws a quiet laugh from you, amusement spilling from your lips. Only Caitlyn Kiramman could manage to sound so properly formal and also be so endearingly unsure at the same time. "Well, I was probably too worried about my feelings to notice yours."

Caitlyn blinks once. Then twice. "You like me too?"

There's a moment of quiet after that, both of you just staring at each other in realization. Then, another giggle spills from your lips at the absurdity of it all, and Caitlyn's joining you in her own laughter within moments. "We might be a little dense," you smile, biting your bottom lip in thought.

Caitlyn's gaze traces the movement of your lip between your teeth, wishing she could remove your bite and replace it with hers instead. "Ah, well," she returns your sheepish smile, a hand coming up to tuck strands of navy hair behind her ear. "If being dense got me here, I'll gladly admit to it."

"Me too." You're the one that reaches out this time, taking her hand to lace her fingers with yours. "So, dinner?"

"And maybe dessert," Caitlyn mumbles under her breath as she lets you tug her out of the studio hand-in-hand. She just can't help her intrusive thoughts, sometimes.

But if her intrusive thoughts had landed her a date with you, she'd gladly admit to that, too.

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A week later, when you're spawled out in her silk sheets with pink cheeks and heavy breaths, Caitlyn curls up beside you. Your legs tangle together, and it's a moment of pure bliss after your previously heated moments.

You're just about to drift off into a deep sleep when Caitlyn buries her face in your hair. "So, now that I won you over," she mumbles. "Can you cancel my gym membership?"

"Wha—?" You reel from the sudden request, incredulous how she could talk about such casual things when she had just given you the time of your life. "Your membership?"

"Yes," Caitlyn huffs, and you can feel the puff of breath against your scalp. "I know it's not a big deal, but I hate spending money on things I'll never use, and I only bought it so I could come back and see you, and—"

You lean your head up, pressing your lips to hers in a gentle kiss. When she's sighing against your lips, you pull back to tuck your head back under her chin. "Yes. Now shut up. You're ruining the moment."

The corners of her mouth tug up into a smile. "You just can't admit that you went from a pilates princess to my princess."

"Caitlyn—"

"Right," Caitlyn allows her lips to press against your forehead before her eyes slip shut. "Goodnight, my princess."

Spent ten minutes trying to come up with a title before my women-loving instincts took over. Blood, sweat, and tears MORE LIKE LOVE, SWEAT, AND QUEERS >:)

...im just proud of it okay? :(

ANYWAYS! Just posted my masterlist! This request got me out of writer's block SO hope you lovelies enjoyed!

~Cherry 🍒

[cherryredstars]

omg hold on i love you so much i hope you are well. so i was sleeping peacefully in my bed today and suddenly this came to mind and i found myself on the floor.

it doesn't necessarily have to be sub Miguel, but i NEED NEED NEED a reader who has a sex stamina higher than burj khalifa. so miguel gets frustrated and overstimulated by the time its over, whining and trying to push her off of his lap type of shit because its his 4th or 5th orgasm. BUT HE WON'T, YKNOW WHY? BECAUSE HE IS HORRNY. BECAUSE ITS SEX AND IT IS GOOD SEX LIKE GAD DAYMMM

thank you

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie, A Second of Fingering

Summary: Who is he to deny good sex?

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know how much more he can take. 

He’s surprised that he can even cum still. You’ve been at this for hours, greedily milking his cock and mewling at him. It’s fucking amazing. It’s like some shit his teenage mind would jerk off too. Some bizarre porn video concept. Except, this is real and he’s more of a mess than he thought he would be. 

He started out on top, fucking your desperate pussy until tears flowed from your eyes. He has the scratch marks on his back to prove it, raised and red. But after his second orgasm and your fourth, you still wanted more. But he was so tired, deeply satisfied as cock almost went numb from pleasure. But you looked so sad, giving him that cute little pout that he can never say no to. So, to summarize, his own weakness is to blame for his current situation. 

You’re desperately bouncing on his cock, no signs of slowing down. He’s flat on his back, moaning and groaning as he tries to get a steady grip on your hips. His cock is on fire, overstimulated and tired. It’s creamy with your combined cum, making loud squelches everytime you impale yourself on his dick. You won’t shut up, mouth dropped open as you scream and moan. Miguel is approaching his fifth orgasm, and he doesn’t know if there will be much cum left in him to fill you up with. 

“Fuck, fuck, mi querida, let up. Gonna actually milk me dry if you don’t fucking stop.” Miguel whines, his hand moving to press on your stomach in a weak effort to push you off.

You shake your head and whimper, holding his hand there with both of your own. You use your hold as leverage, still moving up and down on him. Miguel moans out when he can feel where he makes your skin bulge, his orgasm rushing down his spine. You’re whimpering out ‘please’ over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finish. He feels the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, earning a dying groan from him as it triggers his own release. 

His hips buck up weakly, spurting the very last drops of his cum into you. Both of you are panting, Miguel’s cock begging to be freed from your vice grip. You rotate your hips, softly mewling when his cock skims over your g-spot. Miguel protests as you work his cock, trying to hold your hips still to stop you. 

You lean down and kiss him, that hungry look still in your eyes, “So, so good, Miggy. That felt real good.”

Miguel can only hum in agreement weakly, his head thrown back against the sheets as he tries to regain himself. He gasps as you get up, slowly removing yourself off his cock with a soft pop. Miguel’s cock is semi-hard when he hits his stomach, still coated with cum. He can feel it softening further, his cock throbbing from overuse. 

Suddenly, you gasp loudly. It echoes off the walls, a sharp and unexpected noise. Miguel’s head shoots up to see if you’re hurt. 

Miguel groans when he sees and feels what had you gasping. You’re still hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips. Cum fucking flows out of you, finally being able to escape your flooded hole. It’s white and thick, running down your thighs and forming a puddle under you. It splatters on Miguel’s skin, and his cock jumps and hardens at the sight. Miguel lets out a tired sigh, grabbing your hips and stuffing a finger into you. You cry out, face blissed out as he fucks the cum back into you. 

“Fucking minx, you’re insatiable.” He grumbles, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the skin of your thigh. 

You whimper, quickly turning it into a scream as he seats you back onto his raw cock. His cock stings, fighting in protest. His body is tired and he’s sure he only has dry orgasms left in him. But he doesn’t seem to care, especially when you instantly start riding him again. It feels good, so good. Real good. He falls back into his weakness again, whining and cursing. 

He’s just a man after all, and what good man passes up on pornstar-level sex?

[chrollohearttags]

think I’ll start reverb again this weekend and maybe another long fic for EJ 🌚

[guppiechuu]

sweet like cherry pie 𓂃⋆⭒˚🍒｡⭒ s.j.

boyfriend!jake x virgin!reader

length: 3.7k

contains: female!reader, fluff, utterly devoted jake, sweet relationship stuff, seriously so sweet I got toothaches writing this, date night, whiny jake, talks you through it, so gentle with you, but can hardly contain himself, consent checks

warnings: smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy!), praise, dirty-talk, loss of virginity, oral sex, p in v penetration, lots of kissing, mutual orgasm, that pie is creamed guys

synopsis: Jake is perfectly fine waiting as long as you need to take your relationship to the next step. He's never doubted for a second that you're the one for him. So when you finally approach him with the very simple request, "will you have sex with me?", he just about loses his mind. But not before he makes sure you lose yours first ;)

⤷ chuu's 💌 ── .✦ this was so freaking fun to write and made my heart literally flutter the entire time. GOD. I LOVE JAKE. anyways. enjoy <333

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Jake loved everything about you.

The smell of your shampoo in his room when you got out of the shower. Finding your lost hair ties amongst his dirty laundry. The sound of you mumbling to yourself in your sleep.

He loved you, and he loved being your boyfriend. Doing all the boyfriend things he was meant to. Silly, stupid things like opening doors and giving you a steady hand as you leaned down to put your shoes on.

He loved the feeling of you on his arm, or that excited skip in your step when he picked you up. Your crinkled eyes when he said something funny. Even the way you grumbled in the morning before you had your coffee, he just couldn’t get enough of it.

Being your boyfriend meant Jake had responsibilities, ones that he took very seriously. To care for you, to keep you safe, to make sure you were happy, these things mattered a lot to him, and he took care in demonstrating just how much.

This kind of love and respect extended to your sex life as well.

Jake knew you were a virgin. Of course, he knew. He knew everything about you: your favorite foods, your guilty pleasures, all the words to your favorite songs. He knew that you’d had a few short-term relationships before him and that you hadn’t had sex with any of them.

They just weren’t right, you’d explained early on. None of them made you feel important, or special. You knew you wouldn’t sleep with any of them. You wanted to feel desired and respected, that someone had truly earned their right to your body.

Jake liked the way you’d said that—so matter of fact and confident. He liked that you knew yourself well enough to wait. Sex was important to you, and there was nothing that Jake wanted more than to prove he was worthy.

Despite your inexperience, you had a sexual appetite that rivaled his at times. You were a kisser — a sat-on-the-counter-with-him-between-your-legs, grabbing-him-by-the-collar kisser. You liked to pull him in close, dragging your hips against his as you slid your tongue into his mouth.

You’d pant and grind against each other until, eventually, you’d pull away, hand to your chest, face blushing bright red. It drove him crazy.

But Jake was patient, and utterly devoted to you. If you wanted to wait, he would wait. Hell, if you wanted a ring on your finger first, he had no objections. He had a design picked out halfway through your second date.

It was real for him, realer than anything had ever been in his life. He was ready to remain very patient and very devoted for a long time, right until you were ready to trust him with this part of yourself.

It just so happened that, on the most random of late afternoons at his place, you were ready.

——

At first, Jake thought he was hallucinating.

The way you looked at him—open, sure, no sense of hesitation—it knocked the breath from his chest.

"What did you say?" He breathed.

You blushed. Your face—your sweet, adorable, beautiful face—turned several shades redder.

"Don't make me say it again," You whined, fingers fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater.

"Please, baby?" He insisted, inching closer to you. "I need to know that I heard you right because if I didn't—if you didn't just say what I think you just said, I'm officially going crazy."

You laughed. "Jake. Will you please, pretty please, have sex with me tonight?"

Jake looked like you'd smacked him straight across the face.

You tried insisting that it didn't have to be a big deal. That all you really wanted was to be with him, to take the next step in your relationship together because, damn it, Jake Sim was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

You didn't need roses or candles, just the feeling of having him close. For real this time.

And in typical Jake fashion, he wasn't having any of it.

He leapt up from the couch, running his hands through his hair a few times as he paced back and forth. "Right," He murmured. "Right, right, right."

Then, he took off down the hall, disappearing into his room.

"Where are you going!?" You called after him.

"Phone! Restaurant! Taking you out and buying you the nicest fucking dinner you've ever had in your life!"

You got all done up. Jake fucking loved it. Watching you in the bathroom mirror, bent forward as you put your makeup on, it drove him wild. He couldn't keep his hands off you, stopping to kiss you every time he came into the room. Hell, coming in just to kiss you.

He felt like he was dreaming. Like this was one, long, unending delusion that he'd somehow slipped into. He put a finger to his pulse, checking to make sure he hadn't accidentally died and ended up in some kind of amazingly strange afterlife.

But, nope. His heart thrummed against his finger, and his beautiful, perfect, way out of his league girlfriend was in the bathroom, putting her hair up to go out.

And she wanted him to fuck her.

Good god.

Jake beamed all night long, getting your car door and pulling your chair out for you as you sat down at your table. You giggled. He was always a gentleman, but now he was really dialing it up—insisting that you order whatever you wanted, refilling your wine glass the moment it was empty, complimenting the way you looked.

"Your makeup looks so good, baby," He said cheerfully. "I like the sparkly stuff on your eyes."

You laughed. "I wear it like this every day."

He shrugged, giving you that dopey grin. "Well, you look beautiful. Gorgeous. I love you."

"I love you, too, Jake."

Whether it was the wine, or the candlelight, or the way Jake's knee brushed up against yours as you ate, you could hardly contain yourself the whole drive home.

Jake tried to keep a steady eye on the road, but the way your hands were roaming up and down his chest, fingers playing with the buttons of his jacket, he found it nearly impossible to focus.

You barely made it through the front door before his lips were on yours, hands scrambling for your waist. You giggled against his mouth, pulling him through the door by the collar and slamming the door shut behind you.

He groaned frustratedly into your mouth, dizzy with the knowledge that he was about to have you completely to himself, that you trusted him enough for this. He could hardly think straight as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his room.

Your moans grew softer as he laid you down, your hands nervously fidgeting with his shirt. He pulled back, taking in the sight of you—your cheeks flushed all pink, your lips swollen from kissing him. Your eyes darted around his face nervously, not quite sure where to look.

Everything else seemed to fall away. It was like the world began and ended with his bedroom, everyone beyond it ceasing to exist. All that mattered in that moment was you.

He leaned down. "Hey," He said softly, brushing his fingers against your cheek. "You okay?"

You nodded, biting your lip. Your voice was small as you replied. "I'm nervous," You whispered, looking up at him with those big, round eyes of yours.

His heart felt like it was melting inside his chest. "You can change your mind," He said, matching the volume of your voice.

You shook your head. "No, I want to."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm." You gazed up at him determinedly, still chewing anxiously at your bottom lip.

God, he fucking loved you. You were so cute, so sweet, exactly the kind of girl he always felt like he'd never deserve. You smiled, and he felt his mind go to mush. You laughed, and the rest of the world seemed to go quiet.

Jake took his time. Kissing you slowly, rubbing soothing circles on your hip with his thumb. You sighed into his touch, marveling at the way even the lightest brush of his fingers made your stomach tighten with desire. Long overdue desire.

"Gonna take this off, baby," He said, pushing your dress up your legs.

You'd been naked around him plenty of times—changing out of your swimsuit, getting out of the shower, sharing the shower on the rare instances that you both woke up late for work—but this felt different.

Your body temperature seemed to go up several degrees as he pulled your dress over your head, tossing it to the floor.

"Mmm," He murmured, bending down to kiss the skin on your chest. "You're so beautiful."

His kisses were feather-soft, brushing against your collarbones, your shoulders, your jaw.

He was always telling you how perfect you were, how pretty you looked, how smart you were—but he was all of those things and more. You admired him as he moved down your body, strands of dark hair falling over his face.

"I love you," You said suddenly, prompting him to look up.

"I love you, too, baby."

"No," You insisted, reaching down to grab his face and haul him back up to you. "I love you. I don't ever wanna be away from you. Like, ever."

He grinned. "Good. Because you're never getting rid of me."

"Wouldn't dream of it," You said breathily, tensing as his hand lowered between your legs.

His breath hitched and he froze, biting his lower lip.

"What is it?" You asked, heart quickening at the feeling of his fingers against your underwear.

"Mmm." He shook his head, dropping it onto your chest.

"You can say it, what is it?"

"You're so wet," He whined, voice muffled against your skin. "Fuck, baby. Fuck."

"Will that mess things up?" You asked, unsure. You didn't think being too wet was a problem, but what did you know? All of your knowlege had been based off of explicit movie scenes and poorly written internet blog porn.

"No," He gasped, looking up at you with wide eyes. "No, baby, you're perfect. So perfect, wanna taste you. Can I?" He asked.

Your stomach twisted with nerves, but he was so needy, staring at you with his lip between his teeth. You could've said no, and Jake would have moved on, no questions asked. But something about the look on his face, the way he was waiting so diligently for your answer, all movement paused until he heard what you had to say...

"Yeah," You nodded sheepishly.

He let out a deep groan, coming up to kiss you again before hooking his fingers over your underwear and pulling them down your legs.

It was a foreign feeling, having him so close to this part of your body. You were still nervous, a little self-conscious, but it was hard to stay that way with Jake talking like you were the most perfect thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"God, what am I gonna do," He muttered anxiously, lips tickling the inside of your thigh. "I'm not gonna last a fucking second. Jesus Christ, baby."

You giggled as his mouth brushed your skin again, sending shivers up your body.

"So sensitive," He teased, pressing his mouth to your inner thigh and nibbling gently with his teeth. "I'm gonna kiss you, baby. Tell me what feels good."

"Okay," You said breathlessly.

You ached painfully for him, overwhelmed by the feeling of his breath on your core, his fingers digging into your thighs. He pushed his face between your legs, making contact with his full, pouty lips, and you gasped, your entire body tensing.

"Okay?" He asked, glancing up at you.

You nodded, sitting up on your elbows to watch in wonder as he opened his mouth against your cunt, dragging his tongue between your folds like you were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted.

"Oh, Jake," You whined, letting your head fall against your shoulder as your brows furrowed.

He responded with a hum, the sound vibrating against your skin as he pushed his mouth further onto you. It was, by far, the most erotic thing you'd ever experienced.

Jake had an incredible voice. Hearing it always put you at ease, no matter the kind of day you'd had or what mood you were in. But feeling it? Feeling the shiver of his voice against your sensitive skin?

Your legs trembled with how badly you wanted more.

It was overwhelming. His sloppy kisses, the soft swipes of his tongue, the way he moaned into you like this was the only thing he'd ever wanted in his life—it left you speechless.

You could hardly make any noise at all, too consumed in the feeling of him curling his tongue against you. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. Hotter than getting to watch him work out. Hotter than his voice first thing in the morning. Hotter than all the times he'd confronted rude or handsy men at bars.

This was sexy. The way his hair fell against your skin, his face disappearing into your cunt. The bunch of muscles around his shoulder blades, tensed as he leaned in for more, more, more.

Jake, who had no way of knowing just how unraveled your thoughts were becoming, looked up from between your legs, a concerned expression on his face.

"You okay?" He asked, kissing the inside of your knee.

You nodded eagerly, pushing your hips up towards his mouth. You needed more. You needed to grind into his tongue until you were shaking.

The little action sent Jake over the edge, like gasoline on an already lit fire. He went in again, his tentative demeanor from before disappearing.

You moaned, arching your back as his tongue swirled around your clit, dipping into the well of your pussy with a delcious "mmmm" that reverberated up your body.

"Jake," You cried, hips grinding down on his tongue. "Can you come here? I'm ready, really. Want you now."

He stilled your hips with his hand, holding them in place so he could drag another wet stripe up your cunt. "Not yet," He cooed, kissing you sloppily. "It'll be better this way, trust me."

You struggled to see how anything could get better than this, until your stomach clenched violently at the feeling of his lips massaging your clit. You stuttered, looking down to see your legs shaking around his head.

Your body bucked upwards, hips chasing the feeling that was building in your lower abdomen. Jake's face was slick, your arousal mixing with his saliva as it dripped down his chin. He drank in the taste of you, dick hard beneath his jeans at how whiny you were, twitching under his tongue like you could barely take it anymore.

Every touch made you shiver, each puppy-lick to your clit caused your voice to rise an octave. He devoured you, savouring the knowledge that no one, no one, had ever given you this feeling before.

When it seemed like you could take no more—your hips shaking, your voice cracking under the weight of your moans—he pulled away.

You watched him with a dazed expression on your face, sweaty and already spent. His stomach twisted protectively at the sight of you, the ache of his erection the very last thing on his mind. All he wanted was to make you feel good. To get you over the edge.

To feel you cum around his cock.

He pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor where your dress lay, forgotten about. He trailed his hand up the side of your body as he crawled over you, admiring the way your muscles tensed under his touch.

You hastily reached for his buckle, pulling the clasp apart and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tightened, still half-disbelieving that this was really happening. The rest of your clothes were discarded as he settled between your legs, the heat of your bodies spreading like fire.

You pulled him in, hands on either side of his face. His mouth tasted bittersweet, still hot from being buried between your thighs. Your pussy clenched desperately, missing the feeling of his lips, aching for something to fill it.

"Gonna go slow, okay?" Jake said, his voice wavering slightly. His heart was pounding in his chest at the heat between your legs. "You ready?"

You'd never been more ready for anything in your life. "Stay right here," You said, your lips barely hovering over his.

He nodded as he lined himself up, the slick warmth of your entrance sending a mind-numbing shiver through his body.

You hardly blinked. You watched, lip trapped between your teeth, as Jake's brows furrowed, his mouth falling open.

You gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed himself inside of you. It hurt, but not like you expected. It stretched you, slipping deeper inside as you leaked around him, the sensation reaching all the way up to the base of your stomach.

Jake's breath hitched, his whines getting trapped in his throat as he fit all the way inside you.

"Fuck," He breathed, eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't move. If he did, he'd lose it. If he moved even an inch, he'd lose all self-control. And once he started to fuck you, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop.

Unfortunately for him, you had plans of your own.

You twisted under him, pushing your hips up in an effort to get him to satisfy the burning desire that had tangled itself up in your lower abdomen.

Jake moaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as you slid against him, your cunt sucking him in even deeper.

"Babe," He growled, trying to get a hold on himself. "Give me— just a second. Need a second or m'gonna fuck you," He said through gritted teeth.

"Do it," You murmured against his mouth, dragging your fingers over his skin.

"Won't be able to stop," He whined, kissing you again.

You didn't care. You needed to feel him moving inside you or you were going to scream.

Slowly, carefully, he started to move, ignoring the stars that were bouncing around the edges of his vision. His body was tense, barely controlled, as he pressed himself all the way down on you.

To take his mind off how unbearably good you felt, he turned his attention back to you, kissing your neck and sucking harshly at your skin to alleviate some of the pressure building in his stomach.

"Jake," You moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. Your breath heaved unevenly.

He pulled away. "You okay?"

You nodded, stuttering. "Y-yeah, don't..."

"Don't what, baby?"

"Don't stop."

Jake practically fell apart right then and there. He collapsed into you, driving his hips so hard that the bed began to rock beneath you. You arched your back as he filled you up, your throat exposed for him to drag his tongue across and mark up as he wished.

Mine, mine, mine, he thought, digging his teeth into your skin. "Jake, can you..." You bit your lip, squeezing your legs tighter around him. "Can you t-talk to me?" He obliged, kissing you furiously as words tumbled from his mouth onto your lips. "You feel so good, baby, so fucking good. Jesus—I could come right now. Taking it so good, baby. Wanna stay like this forever. Wanna drown in you."

His words were like a drug, injected directly into your bloodstream. The way he touched you, like you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his hands on, how he praised you for being so good for him, it all made the tension in your stomach threaten to spill over.

"I'm close, Jake," You said against his mouth, tilting your head to bite his lower lip.

He groaned.

"You feel so good," You echoed, watching desperately as he bit his lip, brows furrowed. "You're so big— I didn't think you'd fit at first."

"Mmm, knew it would," He said, reaching a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. "Knew you'd take me perfectly. Such a good girl. So wet for me—I hardly had to touch you and you were soaked."

You moaned, grinding your hips against his hand. A tightness formed in your abdomen, rising up like a wave threatening to crash over your entire body.

Jake talked you through it, relishing in every rough stroke you took from him, drinking in the sound of your pretty voice as it called his name, begging to finish.

"Please, fuck, please, Jake," You cried.

"That's it, baby, just like that. Do I make you feel good?"

"Yes," You whined desperately.

"You wanna come?"

"Yes," You repeated.

His breath shuddered, his muscles going tense under your hands. "Cum with me, baby. I'm right here."

You bucked your hips into his, muscles aching with how tense you were, as the nerves in your stomach unwound entirely. He whimpered as he stuttered into you, fingers pressed into your waist so hard it ached.

"Fuck! Fuck— y/n, god, oh my god."

His whiny moans fell against your lips, cock twitching inside of you as he shuddered through his orgasm. You gasped into his mouth, the feeling of him finishing spurring your own climax.

He held you through it, kissing the length of your neck as your body shook, his name falling from your lips. Your body slow beneath his, cum dripping onto his thighs as your pussy clenched around him.

"That's it. Good job, y/n. So pretty. So pretty. Could watch you cum on me forever."

You whined, face buried in his neck as the last of it rolled over you. He leaned his head down to look at you, his pupils blown, expression equal parts concerned and exhausted.

"Jake..." You mumbled, pressing a hand to your face.

He pulled back, eyes darting over your face hesitantly. “Yeah? You okay? Did I hurt you?”

"That was… the best thing that has ever happened to me. In my whole life." Your eyes were bright, skin flushed and glowing with satisfaction and affection for your boyfriend. “If I’d have known— Fuck, that was good, baby.”

He released the breath he'd been holding and laughed. "Good, I was worried for a second."

You looked up at him, pursing your lips. "Was it for you? Good, I mean."

Jake widened his eyes. "Was it... Babe, today is the best day of my life."

He cleaned you up after, carrying you to the shower and covering your face in a smattering of happy kisses. He washed your hair, and your shoulders, and your neck, admiring all the marks he'd left behind.

He was tender with your lower body, kissing your cheeks gently as the water rained down his chest, forming little rivers that lined his muscles. You'd never felt so tired and so rewarded at the same time.

You fell asleep curled into his chest, the sound of your breath slow and steady. Jake kept his arms wrapped around you protectively, a new feeling taking root at the very base of his heart. The very core of his being.

He loved you more than he'd loved anyone or anything in his entire life. And he was going to spend the rest of his days proving it.

[star-born]

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