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mysicklove · 1 year

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DAY 1 : PET PLAY

With: Izuku Midoriya and Katsuki Bakugou

Word Count: 5.0k

Warnings: sub! izuku and katsuki, gn! reader, collars/leashes, dog ears, reader forces katsuki to bark, reader is purposefully mean to izuku, mlm (they are forced to makeout), hand jobs, slight orgasm control, tons of sappy nicknames

A/N: hi guys!! welcome to day 1!! fun fact, this randomly got posted in the middle of the night some random day in september. fuck tumblr que, idk what happened. but here we are LOL

You'll never get used to it. Having two pro-heros as your dogs. Kneeling at your feet, only in their boxers, silently waiting for their owners command. It was a dopamine rush every time the three of you went into this headspace.

They both had on their designated personally designed collars. The sweet one had a red leather one, that complimented his pleading green eyes perfectly. The brat wore a light pink sparkly collar. He had fumed the first time he saw it, yelling at you to fuck off and refusing to put it on. But after you put a muzzle on him the rest of the night, he shut his mouth. He still gets pissed when you clip it on him, but instead grumbles to himself, not wanting to risk the horrible metal muzzle. Besides, he knows you only do it to get a rise out of him. So on most nights you gave him his usual black spiked collar. Obviously tonight you were feeling more teasing.

The muzzle and a gag lay next to you in case either of them decide to act out. Izuku of course wouldnt ever dare to purposely disobey in this mental state. But he had a huge problem of talking. Dogs arent supposed to talk, so next to you lays a cartoon bone shaped gag, waiting to be put into Izukus mouth.

Tonight the two of them were leashed together, a pretty but simple black leash divided into two different clips. Their section was small, so the two of them were forced to sit shoulder to shoulder with one another to prevent pulling at the leather.

They also wore their puppy ear headbands, just because you were feeling special today. Izuku has green floppy ears, and Katsuki, blonde pointy ones. You also had tails designed for them, but that would involve some…prepping. So the collars, ears, and leash were enough for today.

You sit on the bed, crossed legs, with you wrapped around the end of the leash. You give it a hesitant tug and the two of them collapse forward, Izuku with a small whine and Katsuki with a glare, immediately bringing himself back onto his knees, pulling Izuku with him.

You reach forward to pat the both of them on the head. Izuku preens, looking down with clenched fist and a blushing smile. Katsuki looks away with a huff, but you know thats the best you'll get out of him.

“Look at my boys,” You coo, “You guys are so precious.” You gently pull the leash upward so that the two of them are forced to look up at you.

Izuku beams at you, feeling himself buzz from the praise. “Thank you, Y/N! I want to be good for you today! Even Kacchan says he does too–” You give him a sickly sweet smile, nodding your head and humming at him. He is completely unaware of you trailing your hand toward the gag, waiting for him to finish his rambling so you can shove it on him.

Katsuki’s eyes flicker to your hands immediately and his eyes widen. It doesn't take much for him to realize his situation. The two of them are tied together. That definitely means something, and Izuku hasn't seemed to realize it yet.

The two of them were in this together. If Izuku gets punished, the chances of the metal muzzle coming on are high. “We will be your good-”

Katsuki flings his hand over the others mouth, the force of it pushing Izuku over. The blonde topples forward with him, from the short binding leather. Izuku lands on his back and Katsuki lands on top of him with a groan.

You laugh hysterically and the boys both flush in embarrassment, making eye contact with eachother. Katsuki quickly pulls himself up and Izuku is forced to follow – not that he minded. They sit back on their knees both red in the face, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at eachother.

You pat the blondes hair, and he gulps. “Good boy, Katsuki! Poor Izu almost got gagged, that would be too bad, right puppy?” You smile, turning your gaze to the freckled boy who is nodding his head frantically, hating the gag as much as Katsuki hates the muzzle. It makes his jaw hurt, and the drool is humiliating.

You continue to run your fingers through Katsukis hair as a reward and he unconscioully leans into the touch, still unused to the praise. “I guess we don't need a muzzle today either!” Red eyes widen and he tries not to seem to excited at the thought. He gulps, and looks away, clenching at the thin fabric that fails to cover his leaking cock. You chuckle at him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple. Izukus eyes flicker to you, clutching his fist to hide his obvious jealousy of the affection.

“What should I do with the two of you?” You hum, admiring the leash in your hand. The boys gulp, and Izuku wants nothing more than to speak, so he bites his tongue to keep himself silent. Katsuki grows weary, wondering what type of mood you were in today.

“Should I make the two of you fuck eachother?” Izuku whines, leaning forward to rest his head on your knee, to wordlessly show his disapproval. You chuckle and bring your hand to his curly green hair, and notice that Katsuki is scowling at you, having the same view.

You know they prefer it when you are involved. They always complain its not as fun without you, and besides who would give them orders? What will two dogs do without a owner to command them?

“Alright, I've got an idea.” They peer up at you, Izuku still in your lap. “We are going to do some training!” They both flinch, eyes flickering to each other in a silent agreement. This will most likely be something not so pleasant. “I was thinking we try some obedience exercises? C'mere get on the bed you two.”

Katsuki begins to stand and you yank the leash forward, causing the both of them to fall over, foreheads resting next to the carpet. “I don't remember dogs standing.” The blonde fumes, trying not to yell at you. He hates being dragged around.

Izuku paws at the edge of the bed, glancing back at Katsuki to follow. He rolls his eyes with a grumble, but follows behind, on his hands and knees as well. Izuku sits so close to you, that he is practically in your lap. He seems to be vibrating with excitement, hoping you will be kind to him today. You rub his cheek, and he beams for you, nuzzling into your hand.

Katsuki, dramatically, sits as far away as he can, which isnt far due to the leash attached to Izuku. You smile at him at he gulps. “C'mere Kats,” You say, patting your lap.

He nods hesitantly, and climbs into your lap, looking away when you kiss his cheek. Izuku lets out a small whine and rests his hand on your thigh, obviously jealous of the positioning. “We are gonna play a little game.” Red eyes catch yours. “I am going to give out an order and the both of you are to follow them. Easy right?”

Katsuki pauses for a second. Following commands was what he struggled with the most. His pride always got the better of him. He gulps, but nods.

Izuku on the other hand, is nodding his head with a grin. This was easy for him, and he was always happy to please you. Just a couple of orders and then you will get to touch him. He could do that with his eyes closed.

“Good boys! Now paw.” You set the leash down and hold out both of your hands flat. Izuku rests his hand in yours in an instant, leaning in closer to hopefully get praised. Katsuki glances at you, and then the hand, and silently places his open hand on yours. He looks away while doing it, slightly embarrassed.

“Good job Katsuki!” You praise, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. He grumbles under his breath, but the tips of his ears go pink. Izuku leans forward and waits for you to kiss his own cheek, but you don't make an effort to look at him. He whines for it, and you glance at him, a malicious smile on your face. “Dont be spoiled Izuku,” You coo, pickingup the leash and gently pulling on it, causing the both of them to lean closer.

Izuku slightly pouts, but nods. Katsuki feels uneasy; Izuku always gets praised. Something was going on.

“Alright. Now kiss.” In an instant Izuku is pouncing on the other, and Katsuki topples over at the force of the movement. He lets out an annoyed groan when Izuku's lips lock desperately with his. Izuku on the other hand is moaning into it, slightly dramaticizing the sound to hopefully coax something out of you.

You sit and watch, trying to not laugh at how different the two are in this situation. Izuku seems to be suffocating Katsuki with his tongue, while the blonde is pushing on his chest to force him off. “Alright, enough,” You command, and just like that, Izuku is pulling away, grabbing Katsuki by his collar, and pulling him up with him.

Izuku this time crawls into your lap, practically purring from how content he feels in the position. But to his dismay, you shoo him off, pushing at his chest with a stern glare. “Did I say you can sit there, dog?”

He gulps, hands trembling, and surprised at your tone. Not only that, but you called him, dog. Not puppy, or sweet boy, his usual nicknames that you give him. Did he do something bad?

Katsuki glances at him, kinda feeling a bit bad for him, but not bad enough to say anything. He feels your hand grab at his collar, and force him forward until he is in your lap again, your hand petting his hair. He peesr back at Izuku who was dragged forward, and looking up at Katsuki with hurt eyes. Jealousy, most likely, and maybe confusion of why the blonde gets to sit there and not him.

“Speak, Puppy,” You demand, tapping on Katsukis jaw.

Izuku makes a frantic woofing noise, loud enough that your eyes trail to him. The scarred hand is back on your thigh, and big green eyes peer up at you. Your facial expression doesn't change, but your words cut him like ice. “I didn't ask you to bark, mutt.” You turn back to Katsuki, ignoring the pleading stare from your right. “Speak, Katsuki.”

Bakugou pauses, his face flushed in embarrassment. This is where things got tricky. He would rather die than do something so humiliating. It was one thing to put the ears on and “look” like a dog, but to act like one is some sort of degrading thing. His pride would never let him do something as pathetic as that.

He scowls at his hands, avoiding the burning gaze on the back of his neck. You hum at him, grabbing his chin, and forcing him to look at you. “Katsukiiii,” You purr, hoping to encourage him.

He shakes his head, huffing out, and ignoring your words. The force of your hands on his jaw gets rougher, and the blonde knows you are beginning to lose patience. He can see Izuku begin to squirm uncomfortably, waiting for him.

Your eyes peer into his, and your words come out slow, every syllable seeming to have a command behind it. “C’mon puppy,” You murmur, “bark for me.”

A couple seconds go by and he doesn't make a noise. You sigh and let go of his chin. “Well, I guess nobody gets to cum tonight. How sad, I was so excited to play with you guys.”

Izuku grabs onto Katsuki frantically, eyes wide and pleading. He has been waiting for this all week, no way was he willing to give it up for his childhood friend's pride. They were being treated like dogs for god sake, the first step was giving up your ego for pleasure.

The blonde glares at Izuku, but then glances at you, who is beginning to reach forward and take off his collar. You were being serious, and that fact sent shivers down his spine.

“W-Woof?”

It's quiet, meek and nervous. Izuku covers his mouth to hold back a giggle, watching the other turn a bright shade of pink. “Louder,” You encourage, resting your head in the palm of your hand, growing more and more entertained by the second.

“Woof. Woof,” He tries, but it sounds more robotic, than dog like. He grips at his boxers, and can feel tears of humiliation prick at his eyes.

“Relax, Kats. What do dogs sound like?” You whisper, petting his head, and trying to hold back a coo, because of how tense he looks.

Izuku inches forward to the blonde, nodding at him when the two make eye contact. Katsuki gulps, and takes a deep breath. “Arf! Woof! Woof! Ruff?”

You begin to laugh, and Katsuki wants to curl up in a ball and die. He feels Izuku's hand on hisback, patting it encouragingly, but he doesn't have enough energy to bite back at him. So he lets the green haired boy continue, waiting for your giggling to stop.

You pull at the leash, and the two come forward, looking at you. You dont spare Izuku a glance, focusing solely on Katsuki. “Good boy! You did so well for me!” You praise, giving him a peck on his mouth and ruffling his hair affectionately.

He tries not to let the praise get to him, but the tint of his cheeks say otherwise. “F-Fuck you,” Katsuki mumbles, gripping at your thigh.

Izuku's eyes widen at the spoken words, and his eyes immediately flicker to the gag and muzzle. He also grabs onto your leg, hoping you wont use them. “Ah ah ah,” You tutt, “You know puppies dont speak. I'll forgive it just this once since you are doing so good for me.”

He nods, trying not to roll his eyes. “Now, lets get to the fun stuff. Katsuki definitely deserves a reward for passing his training! Right, Izuku?”

Whenever this is going, Izuku seems to not be involved. He gives you a sheepish glance, clinging closer to you. He was listening to, why isn't he getting a reward? And it didn't make sense, why were you calling him a mutt and dog, just previous to this. Katsuki was the one to get the harsh treatment by you due to his bratty nature, but Izuku didn't do anything wrong.

Red eyes meet green, and Izuku pauses. Then he sighs, and turns to you, nodding meekly. You barely look at him, but smile. “Now, lets get these off of you sweet boy,” You murmur, grabbing onto his boxers and beginning to pull them down. Katsukis eyes slightly widen, but he allows you to, jumping when the cool air kisses his skin.

Izuku stares from the spot behind the two. Watching the way Bakugou's boxers get tossed aside, and how your hand moves onto his thigh. But the only thought that was repeating in his head, was the name you called him. Sweet boy.

It was his. You have never called Katsuki that, because Katsuki isn't sweet. He isn't the docile and obedient one, the sweet one. Why are you calling Katsuki by his named? It didn't make any sense, and Izuku felt himself bite the inside of his cheek.

“Cmon, show Izuku your pretty cock, Katsuki,” You tease, turning him around in your lap, so that his back is touching your chest. The two of them make eye contact, and Katsuki is the first to fume red, hiding his face into your neck while his cock stands proudly on display. Izuku whines, feeling his own pulse against the thin fabric of his briefs.

Your hands travel to Katsukis dick, forming a makeshift hole, and beginning to stroke it up and down. “Lets test how trained you are Izuku.” He perks up at his name, practically vibrating that you finally acknowledged him. “No touching yourself till Katsuki cums. Easy right?” He pauses, frowning slightly. This is what he struggled with the most. How needy he gets.

It's not his fault, but the second he gets into bed with you or Katsuki, he just gets…excited. Constantly thinking about how quickly he can cum, and how many times he can go without falling asleep. His sex drive was high, although he gets too embarrassed to admit it. But you know him well enough by now.

“If you don't, the two of you dont get to cum for two weeks.”

Two pairs of eyes snap toward you in an instant. A threat like that would practically kill Izuku, and Katsuki also was not in favor of waiting that long. The two of them make a silent agreement, and Izuku slowly places his hands behind his back, clasping them together and waiting. If they dont stray from this position, it will be fine.

You grin at him, but then focus your attention on Katsuki. You open his thighs, slapping him gently when he tries to close them from embarrassment, to give Izuku a full view. One of your hand finds his nipples, and the other wraps around his cock.

Izuku stares at your slow, sensual movements. The way your hand pumps Bakugou, and the way the blonde lets out a shaky breath. He is still tense under Izuku's view, but Izuku assumed he would be. Katsuki got nervous being watched, and you liked to exploit that. You always teased him about how cute he was, even when the blonde scowled at you with a pink face.

Even now, Katsuki seemed to have a pinched brow. He glances at Midoriya, baring his teeth slightly, and then looking away. He probably didn't like how vulnerable he was right now. The only one naked, and getting touched.

Izuku would kill to be in his position.

“There you go. Feeling better now, puppy?” You coo, pressing light kisses onto his neck. He seems to melt at the sweet words, hating how easy it was you to make his heartbeat to pick up. He nods slightly, and finally falls slump against your chest, trying his best to ignore Izuku's ruthless stare.

Your hand rubs over the head, thumbing at the slit, and then moves back down to pump him some more. Your other hand cups his balls, and begins to fondle them gently. His breath begins to pick up from the intense feelings, and his hips begin to rock into your hand. Katsuki’s eyes fall shut, and he rests the back of his head on your shoulder, slightiy tilting his head upward.

And as Katsuki finally begins to relax, Izuku finds himself growing uneasy. He gulps, and glances at his briefs, sighing when he sees the dampening spot from where his cock lay. He was too hard, and the boxers were making him uncomfortable. He wants them off.

But he is not willing to risk it. So he plays with his hands behind his back, and shutters whenever he hears Katsuki moan out. He inches closer to the two of you, just until his knee touches the blondes upper leg.

A drop of pre leaks from the blondes tip, and both Izuku and Katsuki make a noise. Katsuki a groan, and Izuku, a pained whine. He was unbelievably jealous, and every cell in his body screamed at him to touch himself. Make the pain go away. Bakugou gets to feel good, why cant he?

“F-Fuckkkk,” Katsuki groans out, and you laugh, and then tilt his head to to the side, and press your lips onto his. Izuku makes a choked yelp, eyes widening and hands coming undone to grip at your shirt. It's not fair. It's not fair. It's not fair. His cock was weeping by now, begging for any sort of touch, and it hurt.

But you didn't care, and the sloppy noises of you are Bakugou's lips together made him let out a shaky, hurt breath. Katsuki grabs onto the back of your neck, pulling your closer, and opening his mouth to slip his tongue in yours. The hand hasn't stopped its motions and Izuku can hear the slight whimpers the blonde unconsciously lets out. The whimpers that go straight to his trapped dick.

Izuku glances at you, and then his black briefs. You weren't looking, obviously very much distracted with Katsuki, and he could easily touch himself without you knowing. Just a graze of his palm, thats all he needed. Something to ease the intense discomfort. His hand inches from hid thigh, and closer to his cock.

But you seemed to read his mind, pulling away slightly, and peering back at him. Katsuki is panting, and moaning into your neck, while your eyes glance at the scarred hand. “Whatcha doing, mutt? Can't go a couple minutes without touching yourself? You are acting more like a bitch in heat, than a puppy. Isn't that right, Kats?”

Katsuki doesn't really seemed to care, just nodding slightly and bucking his hips into your closed palm. He was only thinking about his own pleasure, but he agrees anyways with a low groan.

Izukus eyes widen and he pulls his hand away in an instant, tears welling up from frustration and your words. He shakes his hand frantically, leaning in closer to hopefully convey how desperate he was. He didn't touch himself; he listened to you.

“No. Keep your hand there, dog,” You scold, and Izuku nods quickly, scrambling to place his hand back onto his thigh. Inches away from his dick.

You nod, and then suddenly, without letting either of the boys know, push Katsuki onto Izuku. Not hard, just enough for the blonde to balance either arms on Izuku's shoulders. His frame casts a shadow on the freckled boy, and he looks up to see Katsukis flushed appearance staring down at him. His ruby eyes are widen slightly in shock, but his mouth is open, and he is panting.

But the worst thing about it all, was that Katsuki's bare cock was meerly inches from his. Your hand remains wrapped around it, and once situated, begins to pump again. It sends Katsuki groaning, and resting his head on Izuku's neck.

Izuku's hand twitches, and he bucks his hips up into the air, just centimeters from touching Katsuki. He feels a drop of pre hit his thigh, and he whimpers, closing his eyes to pretend it doesn't exist. It's not fair. Its not fair. Its not fair.

“Open your eyes Izuku. Look at how pretty Katsuki looks.”

He shakily nods, and tears begin to drip down his face. This was mean. Jacking Katsuki off basically inches away from his own throbbing cock. Izuku didnt deserve this. He knows he didnt deserve this.

He feels Katsukis hot breath on his neck, and he shivers. Green eyes dont leave the lewd sight in front of him, and he feels like he is going insane. His hands begins inches his way toward his bulge, and he gulps, shivering when it comes closer and closer to the spot that will make all the pain go away.

Katsuki, takes notice to this quickly, and pins the hand to his thigh before he could reach it. “Dont you fucking dare,” he hisses into Izukus ear, quite enough so that you dont hear. Red eyes glare up at him, and Izuku looks away.

He feels angry at Katsuki’s words. How mean he was being, when he was getting all the praise and touch. They are supposed to share you, how was this fair? “You don't understand what I'm going through,” Izuku mumbles back, his tearful eyes glaring at him.

“I fucking–” You cover his mouth before he could say anything. Katsukis lidded eyes sneer at him, but they seem to roll back when you thumb at his tip.

“Are you two fighting?” You question, gently squeezing the head a little too hard in warning. Katsuki lets out a whimper, and the both shake their heads frantically, slightly panicked on what you would do if you found out.

You hum, and continue your movements. The blonde sighs out, and you release your hold on his mouth. But, his hand continues to stay on top of Izuku’s, not letting him move.

Midoriya's hand twitches from beneath his, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand on his leg. His eyes widen, and he shivers under the lightness of your touch. It barely grazes the surface, and it sends a lightly ticklish feeling up his spine. It was moving closer to his bulge, an obvious tease, and Izuku feels himself begin to pant. He wants to touch himself so badly. Tears continue to fall down, and he screws his eyes shut with a sniffle.

Katsuki on the other hand, seems to be in heaven. He has a slight grin on his face, and he's moaning out with every stroke. He is approaching his high in a matter of seconds. You take notice to the way his body begins to jerk, and the slight higher pitch in his moans. “Do you want to cum, Katsuki?”

He nods his head slowly, breathing into the crook of Izuku's neck, while the other trembles. “Then beg.”

He sighs, but then immediately begins his frantic words. “I need–” You send a slap to his thigh, and he yelps, turning back to you and scowling.

“Don't be a brat. Beg like a dog,” You scold, tone fierce toward him for the first time tonight. It surprises him, and your eyes travel down toward the leash, threatening to grab it if he doesn't abide.

But Bakugou was already at his limits. He was going to cum any minute now, so he doesn't care about his pride any longer. Tears begin to coat his own eyes, and he flushes with embarrassment. “Woof! Arf! Arf! Woof!! P-Please!”

A tear drop lands on Izuku's face, and his whole body tenses. Katsuki looked…so pretty like this. He needs to readjust his pants, he needs to take off some of the weight. He feels tight, sticky from the amount of pre trapped in the fabric with him. And the noises Katsuki is making, makes his head spin, and sweat bead at his temples.

“Of course Katsuki, good puppy, you can cum all you want.”

You grab onto his cock, and give it a couple more pumps, before directing it toward Izuku's crotch. Within seconds of your premission, Bakugou buries his teeth into Izuku's neck, and moans. Its loud, but muffled by the skin. His whole body trembles, and cum flies out and lands on top of Izuku’s boxers.

Midoriya heaves, eyes widening as he watches Katsuki. He shivers at the feeling of teeth in his neck, and holds back a cry. He feels a dampening feeling land on his clothed cock, and doesnt have to do much guessing what it is.

He glances at the pool of cum stuck on his boxers, and then back to you, and finally breaks down and sobs. “Please touch me! Woof! Woof! I cant–Arf! I'm going insane, owner, owner please please please!” He rambles, voice raw from his cries.. He continues to bark, mewl, make any sound to voice his desperation.

Katsuki comes down from his high when Izuku starts hiccuping. His mind is blank, but the sounds Izuku was making was pitiful, and it bugged him. He glances at you, and you nod. He slowly pulls away from the boy, and sits down next to him. He is exhausted, but very much content, basking in the post orgasm glow.

Then, you move toward Izuku, kissing his cheek while he sobs and pinches the skin of his thighs, probably trying to stop the urge from touching himself. You pet his head, stroking the fake ears, and run your finger under his collar. Then, you grab his hands and pull them away before he could hurt himself. He peers up at you, and sniffles, using the back of his hand to wipe the tears. “Did so well, sweet boy. I'm sorry, that was mean of me wasnt it? Do you want to cum?”

He lets out a meek, “Woof,” and cries into your neck, every part of his body shaking. He nods, and tears begin to stain your shirt. Even through it all, he played the role till the very end.

Your hand travels to the bulge, and he doesn't even get a moment to process it before he is cumming. His body shakes with tremors and he screams into your neck. Katsuki watches with wide eyes as Izuku stains his pants.

It's like you knew this was going to happen. You play with his hair and coo at him, and then turn to motion Katsuki forward. He stares at the trembling boy, but abides, resting his hands on your thigh. Izuku slumps onto you, hiccuping from his sobs, but finally looking content. He buries his face into your neck, practically wagging his tail.

You pat the both of them on the head. “Good job, my adorable little puppies. Now was that so hard?”

They both look up at you, and give you the most pathetic but meaningful glare two dogs could give you.

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k-hotchoisan · 1 year

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and you never invited me? (Wooyoung x fem! Reader)

Synopsis: where you’re sexually frustrated while Wooyoung is on discord with his girlies, so you decide to hide under his blanket and rub one off, thinking to get it over and done with—that is, until Wooyoung catches you.

Word count: 1.7K

Genre/warnings: Masturbation, mentioned porn watching, sexual fantasies, voyeurism (kind of!), Wooyoung catches you masturbating, unprotected sex, creampies, established relationship

A/n: idk where this idea came from but it definitely came from somewhere 🤔

Wooyoung leans back into chair, laughing at his friends on discord as his earpiece tugs slightly taut. He’s online with a couple of his buddies since they invited him to play online games. From time to time, he glances at you to make sure you’re okay and you were mostly stoning, wrapped in his blanket, while scrolling through your phone.

You peek from the screen.

“Not done yet babe?” You ask, fighting the sleep. He passes a glance at you with an apologetic smile. “A little longer okay?”

You nod, as you sink into the blankets a little more, feeling the comforting warmth as well as his scent just floating around you.

It was all good until your thoughts begin running wild when something on your timeline pops up, something that made your toes curl in budding arousal. Wooyoung’s smell only made it worse as it only sucks you in think about him doing that to you. The worst part was that he was just right across you, in his own world as his loud ass, cute ass laughter which echoes in the room.

You glance back at the media in front of you, pushing your thighs together as your pussy begins to soak your panties. Fuck, the thought of Wooyoung’s cock in you never ceases to heat you up, no matter how many times the both of you fuck like rabbits.

Your breathing deepens slightly as you slowly pull the sheets over you. Thankfully the ac was on so you likely wouldn’t suffocate from the heat. You scroll down the nsfw page as your hand slides beneath your pants and panties, already anticipating the slick texture of your pussy from the arousal.

This was even more exciting, considering there was a chance of getting caught by your own boyfriend, who was just seated across you. Propping the phone onto your abdomen, supporting it with your less dominant hand, you continue to scroll as you collect your essence to rub over your clit, biting down moans in the process.

The dopamine rush hits you whenever the pads of your fingers slide over your nub, and you could barely keep your eyes opened from the pleasure. Small whimpers escape your lips as you struggle to keep your voice to the minimum, especially since Wooyoung only had one side of his ear piece in.

As you continue to pleasure yourself, your mind hazes as your breathing quickens, the knot in your stomach forming. You were doing your best to keep your legs spread open so there was minimal movement for Wooyoung to notice. The pleasure was building pretty rapidly, and you made a point to playfully edge yourself little because you didn’t want to come so quick. But no matter, the feeling in your cunt still builds as you begin clenching uselessly, and you feel the orgasm approaching quickly.

You don’t notice that your phone slides off your abdomen and hits the floor with a loud thud, shocking Wooyoung. He doesn’t mute, and walks over as he removes his ear piece to retrieve your phone from the floor and he’s confused at the lump of blanket on his bed.

That is, until he pulls off the blanket, at the exact moment your orgasm hits you as the knot snaps, the feeling flushing through your lower body as your pussy clenches at the air. Your thighs shake, from the pleasure as your eyes roll back and you cry out Wooyoung’s name as softly as you could, over and over, alongside ‘fuck’s and praises to the heavens.

“Fuck”, was the first thing Wooyoung says as he watches you whither and twitch below you. Your eyes regain its line of vision and it lands on Wooyoung, who was standing beside the bed, his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping the blanket.

You stare at him, still dazed, only thoughts about him fucking you and chasing after your second orgasm. Small whines escape your lips as you press your thighs together, letting the feeling of overstimulation bleed into you before you go in for the next round. Wooyoung was already back at his computer, telling his friends that he has something urgent to attend to, and muting his mic before dedicating his attention all to you—a whining, twitching and moaning mess.

“And you didn’t invite me?” Wooyoung asks, as he climbs into his bed, pulling his slightly stained sweats off him as his hard erection emerges. Fuck. You remember he doesn’t wear underwear. And the fact that it was so prominent only drives your arousal.

“You were busy…”, you trail off, catching small breaths, watching him intently as he grabs and pulls your panties and boxers down in one swift motion, your pulsing cunt just looking so thirsty, as your arousal had already coat your whole cunt. But it wasn’t enough.

Wooyoung sits back for a moment and simply stares at you. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Go on. Continue. I’m not fucking you till you cum since you made me miss your first”, he smirks, his bare cock twitching in excitement.

You sigh in pleasure, not wanting to admit how good it feels to look humiliating in front of Wooyoung, as your fingers begin lightly rubbing your clit once more, your legs spread wide open for Wooyoung to enjoy the show he missed.

Having your juices already overflowing your cunt made it so much easier to masturbate, not to mention the overstimulation from the first orgasm only egged you on. Your fingers move more quickly as you play with your clit in circles, feeling the knot build again, your moans now louder, for Wooyoung to soak in. He starts pumping his cock slowly, and it’s obvious he’s holding himself back as he groans.

The second orgasm nears a lot faster than you thought as you feel the familiar sensation of your cunt about to burst, and the moment the knot snaps, and your second orgasm floods your senses, you cry out even louder.

“Fuck, Wooyoung, this feels so good.”

“Wooyoung, so good. I’m cumming so much for you.”

Speaking of Wooyoung, his eyes look glazed over as he watches your cunt spit out your orgasm and clench the air.

“So fucking beautiful when you’re unwound like this”, he says as inches over to you, taking your hand off your wet and sopping cunt, and sucking off your juices from your fingers. His cock was just resting on your cunt. “Such a good girl.”

“Wooyoung,” you barely managed out. “Need your cock in me, please.”

Wooyoung smiles as he lowers his cock to your entrance and it pushes in so easily thanks to your fluids. Wooyoung’s breath hitch as your warm pussy hits him. His face gets contorted in pleasure when he feels you squeeze around him and his gaze lands on you.

“Doing this on purpose babe?”

You surprise a giggle in playfulness which instantly switches over to pleasure the moment he pulls out mid way and slams his cock right into you.

“We fucked so many times that your pussy only remembers the shape of my cock”, Wooyoung taunts, soaking in the fucked out, blissed expression you gave him. “Of course, my cock is the only one you need-“

His cock pulls out, then two ruts into you.

“-right?”

The arousal climbs through your spine like electricity when the words get processed in your head, and you arch your back, trying to get fit all of Wooyoung into you as much as you could.

“Yours”, you exhale, your arms reaching to wrap around Wooyoung as a thin layer of sweat coats him. “Yours, and only yours.”

“Good girl”, he praises as leans back to get a better angle, his hands smoothing your thighs as he coaxes you to spread them open further before he has them lunged over his shoulder and he starts fucking you relentlessly.

His room doesn’t even exist at that point, the only thing you feel is dick driving so deeply in and out of you, and that’s the only thing you ever wanted to feel.

You wanted to hide your eyes beneath your arm but Wooyoung grabs your arm and pins it above you, doing the same with your other.

“You can’t hide from me, babe”, he teases as he pounds into you again, grunting at the way you’re squeezing him.

“Cumming… so close, Woo. Keep going, please”, you beg, squeezing your thighs as Wooyoung only pushes them apart. His thrusts become more erratic as he feels himself twitch in you, being fueled by your pitched moans.

The knot in your stomach snaps as your third orgasm shakes your body and Wooyoung cums almost instantly the moment your pussy pulses around him, spilling all his load into your cunt.

“Fuck, so good. Your pussy is so fucking amazing babe, fuck”, he moans, still emptying himself into you as he jerks from time to time. Your energy is spent, since you literally came three fucking times. Wooyoung pulls out and grunts at the sensitivity of his cock, his tip and your cunt linked by a thick slick of cum.

He reaches out for a box of tissues and collects his cum cleaning himself up first, albeit a little hastily because he wanted to clean you up quickly, especially since you were already slumped onto his bed, breathing slowly. You flinch slightly as your pussy leaks out his cum, and Wooyoung swallows hard, trying to focus on just cleaning you up, fighting away the thoughts of wanting to keep fucking and cumming into your little tight hole non-stop just to keep the image of his cum in your pussy imprinted into his retinas.

“You okay?” He asks, stroking your hair gently. You nod, meeting his eyes as you smile fondly at him, the oxytocin rushing into you.

“I love you,” you say, now the exhaustion starting to hit you. Wooyoung lightly slaps your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep yet. You need to wash up.”

You groan in laziness, not wanting to leave the comfortable space.

Wooyoung crosses his arms before pulling up his boxers, sticking his hand out to you.

“See, you should have invited me.”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #smut #ateez fic #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung smut #kpop fic #cultofdionysusnet #cult of dionysus

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milkzoro · 11 months

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roronoa zoro being pussy drunk is a thought that nvr leaves my mind <3

-> contents: coochie eating! overstimulation! piss!! (squirting)

♥️♥️♥️ MDNI

zoro loved coming home to you after a long day. full day battles left him drained but the dopamine he received from you was his greatest pleasure. his pretty girl, how he dreamed he would come across his other half.

he saw you relaxed in your shared bed watching some boring documentary, he’s gonna take care of you. ‘my heart, my meal,’ was all he thought. he was ready to devour.

immediately he’s at your side, kissing and smiling against your warm skin. you knew what was coming, it was practically part of his routine at this point.

“zoro~” you mumble, tired eyes looking down at him.

he quickly got to work with your nightwear, helping you remove your sweats.

“needa taste my girl~ ‘m so starved.” he nips and kisses at your hips and lower stomach. he’s getting sloppier and needier with each wet kiss.

he loved to tease you, play with you just a little bit.

as he’s laid between your legs he plays with the elastic of your panties, pulling with his teeth and allowing them to snap against your skin.

one your panties were fully removed, he kissed even more, getting a taste of every available square inch. he loved traveling down from your belly to your thighs, purposefully avoiding your achy cunt.

his strong hands met with yours, holding them tightly before diving in. his tongue swiping between your slick folds, slurping up your sweet juices. you felt his mouth vibrate as he hummed against you, making you arch your back and grind up against his glistening face.

“oh god please-” he begged, he wants you to cum so bad. you moving your hips up and squeezing around his face, soo sexy, he needs your juices drowning him.

he’s so intoxicated from your taste, much more than he has even been with any type of booze.

his hands leave yours for a moment to tie down your trembling legs. he pushes his face down more, devoting all of his attention to your sensitive bud. each of his suckles and kisses were matched with sporadic moans and whispers escaping your lips.

you felt the waves coming, euphoric pounding building in your lower abdomen, you couldn’t help but cry. “zo- t-too much!! haah- fuck baby mm so close!”

zoro’s pace never faltered as he heard your pathetic whines to stop him, he was on a mission.

his tongue drew swift circles around your pretty clit, his spit mixed with your slick made his muscle feel heavenly.

“fuck, hold still y/n, gonna make you squirt. please-” he needed it so bad, the look on your face whenever you pissed on him was like no other. your pretty face whining in pleasure, he needed to drink you up.

“squirt on my face, baby.” he begged again, this time putting two fingers at the entrance of your weeping hole.

the light touch of his digits made you clench at nothing. fuck, you missed his mouth so much. “p-promise i’ll squirt zo~♡ please, p-put em in- ahh!”

zoro did just that, his thick ring and index fingers curled beautifully in you. gifting you a few pumps then carefully pressing against the spongey pad at the hight of your cervix.

he noticed your muffled moans as you held your hands to cover your mouth, but he needed to hear you. as he felt your flood coming, his lovely treat, he pinched the inside of your leg to hear those sweet sounds from you. the pain mixed with the pleasure was too much, you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“zoro!!” you cried out, feeling your walls being broken down at the touch of his skilled fingers. he was satisfied, he removed his digits and quickly latched back onto you with his mouth, milking you of you cum.

your ears rang as pleasure consumed your body, hips and legs quivering as you released everything within you onto his eager face.

open mouth kisses on your pretty cunt as he drank all that he could. peering up at you devilishly as he continued his soft licks.

he kept going.. “zoro!! please!! gonna f-fuck gonna cum again~”

he hummed against your achy clit as he milked you one more time.

he met his eyes back with yours once he finished his meal.

“that’s my girl.”

this was based off real life events, zoro just ate me out.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro smut #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro roronoa x you #one piece smut #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece

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jay-m3 · 6 months

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Open sesame

Scenerio: Them trying to open a door for you

Male reader insert! Warning: Suggestive themes/language, Cursing, unedited

Characters: Valentino, Adam, Alastor, Lucifer, and Vox

Valentino

Satisfaction buzzes through Vals' skin. The warmth of your body next to him added to the dopamine that has coursed through his body.

The hum of the limo that your both in relaxes your spent body. Like a lullaby, making you dazed. It didn't help that Vals' limo has inbuilt L.E.D lights that gave off a purple glow. Along with the music playing in the background. Thankfully, the little quickie was finished in time as the limo parked.

Val looks down at you, breathing out the smoke that he dragged in, making the scene more serene.

"You keep getting better and better with that tongue of yours, cariño. Let's continue this inside."

He grabs your wrist to pull you along while he pulls on the handle-

The door doesn't budge.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries again, anger sizzling through his sated state.

"Este estupido. Unlock the fucking door! I don't have all day!" He yells out to the driver who immediately unlocks the door with an apology.

"I swear to god! I'm going to kill your whole fucking family." Val seeths out quickly getting out and slamming the door on your face, stomping away.

Adam

Adam walks with an arm around your shoulder, slurping on a slurpee. Eyes wondering around as he leans on you to guide him to a store while you talk about the drama between two of his exorcist girls' break up. Usually he's all ears and put in his own input. Might even put himself into the drama when he sees them and 'help' out. He loves his girls, truly but he says the wrong things most times.

Thankfully you're there to actually help him to help them.

"-we should get those matching couple jackets."

He tunes in when he hears you talking about the jackets that you both saw the passing day. The jackets that he was thinking about through the whole walk. He actually digs it, a little flashy but cool.

"Yeah, we should get it in two colors." He shrugs nonchalantly as he pulls away from you to pull the door-

"Shit." He mutters out as he pushes this time-

"What the-" He continues to push and pull the door, "fuck!"

You watch him for a minute, waiting for him to realize on his own but as seconds pass by watching him struggle...

"Adam." He looks over at you to see you pointing at a sign that was taped to the door at eye level with him-

"It's fucking closed!...in heaven?!?!"

Alastor

As you and Alastor walk down the sidewalk, you can't help but side eye him. You've been thinking of how much Alastor was a gentleman.

For example, everytime he greets you, he takes your hand in his and presses a light kiss on top of your hand. Pulls out chairs for you when you're about to sit down. Even now, he is walking on the side of the sidewalk next to the road while you're safe from whatever impact may occur from the streets.

It's not like you hate it but these displays kind of makes you feel that your not giving him enough. Especially as a man, you also want to provide the feelings of safety and worthiness that he has caused inside you.

Why not start now?

"Is something on your mind darling?" Alastor asks as he can feel your gaze on him.

"No. It's nothing. Just-" As Rosie's store stands in front of you both, you quickly maneuver yourself next to Alastor, opening the door so he won't get a chance to do so for you-

"I'm so sorry!" You whisper yelled out, not trying to gain anyone's attention to see that you had hit Alastor with the door.

Lucifer

Today is special for you and Lucifer. Today marks the day of when you two have met each other! So you both decided to go out and have some fun in Lu Lu World.

It was so much fun! It's actually your first time visiting the place and Lucifer hasn't been to the theme park in a while so you both are looking around with awe in your eyes.

Memories of the place, Lucifer easily takes you around the park with non existence passes, getting on every ride without waiting in line.

Of course there are small changes that Lucifer raises an eyebrow at but all in all, Lucifer gives out a proud smile at his work that is giving you so much joy.

"Maybe we should take a break from rides. I want to buy the same shirt that family had on. Oh, and get a funnel cake too." You exclaim, mouth watering at the prospect of the sweet food.

"I know the closest store that provides merchandise and behind it there's food stalls that definitely sells funnel cake, along with candy apple and ice cream. We should also get a bag of pop-" You watch as Lucifer rambles off excitedly, a slight hop in his step as he nears the door of the shop, pushing-

You snort loudly as he slams face first into the door. Apparently, they changed the push doors to pull.

Vox

Vox sighs out a deep breath once he sees the many people waiting for you both outside of the building where he's getting interviewed. It's been a while of being behind screen by other entertainment businesses that isn't owned by him.

Usually he'll decline offers by them, not wanting other businesses use him for clout. But this one, this one happens to be increasing in viewership. Even the parts of hell that his own hasn't reached out. All he needs is a little screen time before 'persuading' them to watch his own shows.

He looks over at you who came with him for appearance. He can't just go in without someone handsomely pretty trailing behind.

"Let's get this over with." He mumbles out as he gets out of the car.

Flashes and shouts all around made you flinch back slightly, not used to the attention. Thankfully, that went all towards Vox as he steps in front of you with a big smile on his screen. You follow behind him as you put on your own smile.

"-no, not really."

You can barely hear Vox and what question that he has answered was probably important for him to even entertain. Plus he doesn't have to continue as he's finally to the door-

He doesn't loose his smile as the door doesn't budge. He tries again-

You notice how he's pulling on the door and the beginning of furrowed eyebrows. So you quickly hook your arm in his and you use your body weight to push him forward, like dominoes, he leans forward until the door opens. Successfully not being noticed by the paparazzi.

#male reader #hazbin hotel #x male reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #hazbin adam

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lexithwrites · 29 days

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ouhh but prompt 10 🫡🥵

yes yes yes — decided on some bartylus for this one (for everyone whose been hoping i write sub regulus, you got your wish)

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

smutty prompts

Barty didn't mean to find it, he really didn't. He had been instructed to clean out their wardrobe since he refused to throw things away—Barty had about a million graphic tees and oversized jeans that he rotated through but Regulus still thought he didn't need the amount he did. The bastard stole his clothes, they basically shared a wardrobe. He had thrown some shirts over his shoulder, finding a couple missing socks as he did so, before seeing a shoebox that he didn't recognise. It was a Converse box, so he assumed it could have been either of theirs, but when he picked it up there was a weight to it that made him pause. Then, he shook it.

That didn't sound like a pair of shoes.

"Are you cleaning the wardrobe out?" Regulus called from the hallway, wandering in with the hoover in his hand. "I can hoover it when you're done, it's probably so dusty and—" he froze in the doorway to their bedroom as Barty stood, rather proudly, holding a large, bright green dildo in his hand. Regulus' eyes widened as he took in the sight—the shoebox opened on the floor, Barty's firm grip on the toy, and the tube leading out of it dangling near his hip. He swallowed. "Where did you get that?"

"It was on the floor," Barty said casually, inspecting the toy with in his hand. "It's pretty big, babe. You ever tried this out?"

"No." Regulus answered a little too quickly. "I...I haven't used it yet."

"Mhmm, I could tell actually, from this—" he flicked the tube with a grin, "it's empty. That's a cum tube."

"Barty—"

"Does someone think about getting creampied?" He tilted his head and Regulus huffed, putting the hoover down and folding his arms.

"And so what? We can't do that until one of us gets sterilised." Barty had offered to get a vasectomy pretty much immediately, but Regulus wanted to wait a couple years before doing something so serious. He kinda wished they'd done it, though, because Barty was right. He did want it. Badly. "It's not a crime to have fantasies."

"You haven't told me this one, baby boy." Barty walked over to him and Regulus felt that familiar rush of dopamine as he looked up at his towering boyfriend. He only liked feeling small when Barty was around, any other time it pissed him off. But there was something about Barty standing over him, holding his chin, throwing him around like a doll...it was fun. "Why don't we give it a shot?"

"I don't even have the cum lube." Regulus lied, his eyes flickering to the bag stuffed into the corner of the wardrobe. Barty tutted.

"No lying." Regulus sighed and pointed, snatching the toy from him and going into the bathroom to wash it incase it was dusty. Barty pulled out the bag—it was filled with more than one type of lube, along with a butt plug and a collar that made his dick ache—and sat on the bed waiting for Regulus to return. "You really could have told me about this, baby."

"I know, I just didn't know how to bring it up. And...didn't want you to feel like I was replacing you." Regulus looked down at him sadly and Barty shook his head.

"Sweetheart, nothing replaces this." He cupped himself through his sweats and squeezed, making Regulus' breath hitch. "And you know it. Come on, let me get you ready." He beckoned with his fingers and Regulus smiled, setting the dildo down on the bedside table and pushing his shorts down. Barty laid back, grinning from ear to ear as his boyfriend took off his clothes and then crawled up his body.

"What are you going to do? When I'm...playing." Regulus blushed.

"I'm gonna watch." Barty shrugged, hoisting Regulus up and smacking his ass. "Just lemme eat first, okay?" His lips were on his clit in a second and Regulus sighed, rolling his head to the side as Barty started to work his magic. He had always been good with his mouth, and Regulus was grateful for it. He'd been with partners that never cared about his pleasure before this, whilst Barty would be happy to just eat Regulus out and not come at all himself.

Regulus wouldn't let that happen, though. Unless he'd been bad.

Barty gripped Regulus' thighs as he straddled his face and started pressing his tongue inside him, eliciting a moan from his boyfriend that made him chuckle. So desperate, it was adorable. Regulus leaned down to grip his hair as he rode his face, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning a little louder. He used to be so quiet in bed, almost silent, but Barty eventually drew all those little whimpers and moans and whines out of him that somehow made the whole experience feel better. He thought about the dildo to the left of him and he pressed down harder, feeling his belly start to get warm.

"Barty, fuck—" he whined and tugged at his boyfriends hair, hoping he knew what he wanted. Barty, who knew Regulus better than himself, hummed and reached up with his hand to rub against Regulus' pussy, pushing two fingers in slowly and curling them. Regulus' eyes rolled back and he nodded. "Yes, yes, yes—"

"Don't cum yet, love." Barty warned, moving back as he finger fucked him, just so he could speak. His lips were shiny and his eyes were glazed over—he loved this almost as much as Regulus did. "I'm just warming you up, you can cum when that toy cums. Got it?"

Regulus pouted but he nodded, rocking his hips down onto Barty's fingers so they went deeper, and allowed himself to be opened up. He was grateful Barty was doing this because he could never do it right himself, it never felt as good and the last thing he wanted was for this toy to hurt him while Barty watched.

Eventually, Regulus had to push himself away with shaky thighs before he came, and he rolled over onto his back to catch his breath. "Put...the lube in...through the base." He panted and Barty got up as well. The toy could be connected to a little tube of white lube, which Barty did, and he squeezed half of the bottle inside before detaching the tube and closing it up with a small cap at the base. Efficient, he thought and glanced over his shoulder.

"Come on, baby. Fuck yourself for me." He encouraged and gave the toy a kiss on the tip before throwing it to Regulus. He caught it with a scoff but turned it over in his hands, thinking about the best place to do this.

"Sit on the bed." He told Barty and clambered onto the floor so the toy had a harder surface to be on. Regulus bit his lip, stroking the toy with his left hand before taking some more lube to coat it. He didn't look up until the toy was placed firmly on the floor, but when he did he choked. Barty was sat, legs spread, with his sweats pushed down just enough for his cock to be free. He was already stroking it, spitting into his hand for lube, and watching Regulus with hungry eyes. "Oh." Regulus breathed, taking a moment to collect himself.

"You can have this later." Barty pointed to his dick before nodding at him. "Go on. I'm waiting for a show, aren't I?"

Regulus grunted at him but kneeled up, hovering over the toy as he braced himself with one hand on the bed frame. It was big, not as big as Barty, but big enough that he had to go slow. He gently pressed himself down onto it and once the tip was inside, he let out a soft sigh. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back before lowering himself halfway down. He could hear the slick sounds of Barty stroking his cock in front of him but he didn't open his eyes just yet, but instead allowed himself to feel the stretch of the toy. He much preferred depth, but this wasn't bad. It still felt good, but he knew it was mostly because Barty was watching his every move.

When Regulus felt comfortable enough, he pressed further until the toy was inside him fully, and he was seated on the base. He shivered, rolling his hips before finally making eye contact with Barty again. He was staring, wide eyed and intrigued, and the speed he was stroking increased just a little.

"How do I look?" Regulus asked, smiling up at him and pushing some hair away from his sweaty forehead.

"Like a whore, bunny." Barty groaned, squeezing his balls with his other hand. "My whore. Go on, bounce." Regulus whimpered and his hips moved on their own. He started to lift himself up then back down again, taking his time before he saw Barty raise his eyebrow and he went faster. Regulus whined and closed his eyes, fumbling around the floor for the remote for the toy.

"Fuck, I wanna cum—" he gasped, holding onto the edge of the bed for support as he fucked himself. Barty was in awe, watching this all happen. He had seen Regulus on top of him plenty of times but it felt like an out of body experience to watch it like this. He could see everything, every inch of the toy going in and how Regulus looked, clenching his fists and his thighs shaking as they worked him up and down. He squeezed the base of his cock in case he came too early, feeling that build inside his lower belly. He groaned and nodded.

"You gotta remember to make the toy cum too, baby. Let it fill you up." He encouraged, stroking just the tip this time. It was the most sensitive part of his cock, and with every twist of his wrist he was bucking into his hand frantically. "Go on baby, make a fuckin' mess for me."

Regulus moaned even louder, and reached down to rub his clit as his orgasm started to build. Shakily, he held the remote and pressed a button and a soft whirring sound started inside him which made him gasp. Barty couldn't see it, but he knew the toy was filling him up just like he would if he could. Without warning, he started to cum as well, coating his hand and stomach with a loud groan as Regulus fucked himself through his orgasm. Barty then watched as Regulus let go of the remote and fell back onto his ass, the toy slipping out and the white lube seeping out of him. Barty stared, and stared...and then looked up at Regulus as he tried to catch his breath.

"I should have put a towel down." Regulus sighed.

#the marauders #mail #smut prompts #regulus black #barty crouch jr #bartylus #portfolio

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scarasimping · 2 years

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kisses with the genshin men

- includes ayato, diluc, itto, tighnari, wanderer

- a/n: cough uhm. im a simp. anyways. tighnari is a little ooc and also kinda suggestive?? not really but a little. everything is just a lot of fluff tbh, enjoy ! if you want me to do this with other characters, please let me know!

AYATO

- oh this man knows he's good. which is really odd, considering he's never kissed anyone before you, always too busy for relationships. apparently the ever-so-talented yashiro commissioner is a very quick learner and became a great kisser in such a short time.

- that and he's just really good at picking up on what makes your knees weak. his thumb brushes against your cheek, hand gripping your hip firmly as he kisses his way up your jaw, to the corner of your mouth, until finally he softly connects your lips together. he holds you like you're the most precious thing in teyvat, slowly walking you backwards until you're sitting on the desk in his office, arms wrapped around his neck and playing with his hair.

- the type to whisper praises in between kisses. small things like "you look stunning today," and "i love you more than anything."

- hold him close to you and tell him how much you missed him while he was working. he'll hum into the kiss approvingly, maybe muttering teasingly how he should be ashamed for keeping his lover waiting for so long. you're really one of the main things that motivates him to get through all the boring meetings and paperwork. coming back to you and getting to kiss you until he's left breathless.

DILUC

- diluc rarely kisses you on the mouth. most of the time, his kisses are in quick and passing moments. a kiss to the forehead or crown of your head, the back of your knuckles, to your jaw. it's not like he wants them to be so quick, he's just very busy and always on the move

- plus, when he is finally able to place his lips on yours, he prefers to savor it - kiss you slowly, deeply, make sure he can pour all of his love into his kiss so you know how much he cares. he's never been one for words, so passionate kisses when he's holding you like you'll disappear if he lets go will have to do.

ITTO

- probably one of the most, if not the most, playful kisser on this list. he just gets so giddy being so close to you, he can't help it.

- absolutely the type to smile into the kiss and playfully bite at your lips.

- also, there's not really any quick casual kisses with him. most of the time, you kiss him first, a quick peck before trying to walk away, but he grabs you by the wrist and kisses you again, deeper, tongue slipping into your mouth.

- one small kiss turns into a make out session with him. you're in public? so what, nothing's gonna stop the arataki itto from loving his amazing partner. (you learned very quickly to kiss him in more secluded areas)

- he'll finally pull away and see you panting, trying to catch your breath, and say some shit like, "what? has the great 'arataki itto' made you at a loss for words?' and then start ranting about how good he is at kissing, you'll have to kiss him again to shut him up.

TIGHNARI

- tighnari never really saw the appeal in kissing. from his standpoint, placing one's lips on another's didn't produce any noticeable chemical reactions that would make it satisfying, aside from the dopamine in your brain increasing, but you can get that from eating good food or engaging in a hobby so why did people like it so much?

- that is, until he met you. past-him would want to die in shame at how present-him could not keep his lips off of you. behind the closed doors of his quarters, tighnari finds himself on top of you, hands on either side of your head holding him up, one knee in between your legs. run your hands through his hair please, play with his ears a little and he's putty in your hands.

- instant k.o. when one of your hands is playing the base of his ears while the other is running through his tail. this usually composed and sarcastic man loses the ability to think when you do that.

- he's desperate in the way that his lips press against yours, giving into his almost carnal desire to devour your mouth with his. there's a little bit of teeth, him biting your lip to ask for permission to take it even further. when you open your mouth for him, his tongue quickly darts inside, running along your muscle as if he's trying to memorize the very shape of it.

- and honestly, he probably is. with how long he has to be away from you during his patrols in the avidya forest, it's no surprise how desperate he is for you when he gets back.

WANDERER

- okay he has his moments where he's the "mean, biting your lip, being aggressive and stuff" type of kisser but also, why would he be kissing you if he didn't care about you deeply.

- he only kisses you behind closed doors, not because he's ashamed, but because he thinks those moments should only be seen by the two of you.

- he kisses you like it'll be the last time he sees you for the rest of eternity. like you'll fade away as soon as your lips leave his. he holds one of your hands while his other one is wrapped around your waist bringing you as close as possible to him. even that's not close enough, judging by how he's basically trying to mold his lips with yours. you're one of the only ones who stayed, treated him like more than a puppet, cared for him despite seeing his flaws.

- maybe you feel some tears fall from his eyes onto you, but don't mention it or he will leave.

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sokonoi · 1 year

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can u do tr characters when y/n is ovulating and after sex she realizes she yk acted out than usual and is embarrassed ( can u include kazutora, draken, baji etc )

𝐎𝐕𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | MULTI

ft. kazutora, draken, baji, kakucho, rindou.

contents. reader is ovulating!! size kink. fem reader is dominant. unprotected sex. plan-b trips. blowjob. brief arguing. car sex. daddy kink. chocking. praise. embarrassment. degradation/praise. slight d/s undertones. bathroom sex. usage of the word slut & bitch. breeding kink?? enjoy ovulating queens!! no beta reader. masturbation. WHITE MODE SUGGESTED, but do what you want pussy queen

noties : had loads of fun. i hope you like anon<33

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀

You can’t look him in the eye, as vivid flashbacks plague your mind.

Kazutora’s hips were about to give out as you both reached your limits. Your tongue lolled out in ecstasy. “Who’s my fuckin slut?” you say in his ear. His whole body locked and relaxed as he kept thrusting into you. You grasp his chin and point it down to you, “Who’s my fuckin slut?

His cheeks turn red, “m-me?” he responds unsure. “Of course, you are,” you giggle. You are entirely hysterical, the dopamine clouding your mind.

And as you sit at his mother’s table, your legs are like jelly as you rerun the fuck in your mind: in his car, down the street. You try to blink it away, but can’t as white-hot embarrassment floods you. It wasn’t like you.

Later on Kazutora slips beside you. Giving you a look, “Are you ovulating?”

The question takes you by surprise as he stuffs his face full of chips. “Why?”

A playful smirk plays on his lips, “Nothin.”

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍

“I just think it’s funny! How you love smilin’ in other bitches faces!”

Draken throws you a lazy smirk, “Really y/n.”

“You think this is a game?”

Draken laughs, but his laugh is cut short as you grab his balls. “This fuckin cock is mine. Everything that is Draken is mine!”

He gives you the longest stare, “Prove it.”

That’s how you ended up, in the bathroom—with his cock in your mouth. You’ve never sucked this hard. Your tongue swirled around his cock head, as you tried to suck his big dick in. your other hand preoccupied with fondling his balls.

Draken bites down on his lip so hard it bleeds. You can feel him getting ready to come. You pull your hot mouth away from his cock. Looking him dead in his eyes, “Do those other bitches suck you like this.”

No answer. You drag your teeth over his tip.

“No. No, they don’t. Only you,” he mumbles hands covering his eyes. “Good.” you hum. Continuing your ministrations.

The walk to the car was torturously quiet. There was nothing left to be said since you practically sucked the cum out of him. Yet you were shying away from him, as he placed his hand around your shoulder. Draken picks up on it, “Don’t be embarrassed now!”

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈

“Yes!” you cry as your feet curl.

“You love this dick?” Baji breathes huskily in your ear.

“Yes,” you whine as he pounds inside you

Baji’s thrusts are erratic as he pumps into you. You’ve come at least 3 times already as he further pushes his hard cock inside you. Your legs begin to shake under the pressure. “Baji,” you cry

“Yea, sweet girl. I’m right here,” he says gently caressing your cheek.

Baji was expecting you to say: “You couldn’t take it”. And to which he would say yes you can. Yet the scenario didn’t play out like that. “Cum in me,” you whisper seductively. He almost blows his load right then and there. “Want you to put a baby in me!” you mumble as your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Baji’s brain completely shuts off at those words as his fingers gently wrap around your neck. “You want my cum sweet girl?” his thrusts become near pain. You nod to him deliriously.

He erupts inside you almost out of breath. You both don’t understand the magnitude of your decision until you both sit in the car with a Plan B staring back at you. “You wanna explain last night?” Baji questions turning his complete body to you.

Nope,” you say popping the O. He cocks his head to the side confused.

“You were stupid enough to actually cum in me. So don’t flip this on me.”

Baji’s mouth hangs agape, ”You told me too!!’

“Doesn’t mean I was serious!”

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

You’re riding him so good, your mouth hangs open. “Kaku. Kaku. Kaku,” you chant over and over as your ass meets his pelvic bone.

“Yea, keep riding me just like that. Making me so proud,” he praises which makes you further slip into such deep trance.

His hands find the bottom of your ass. Lifting you up with ease, supporting you. He brings you back and forth on his cock. The tip of him hits such a sensitive spot it makes you dizzy.

For support, you place a hand on his chest.

“Yes Daddy,” you yell in a fit of pleasure. Kaku blinks back the surprise before assuming his role. You’ve designated for him. “Daddy huh?”

“Gonna make Daddy proud and cum one more time. I know you can,” he whispers in your ear.

“Yes,” you mumble out.

“Yes, what? Daddy can’t hear you.”

As you lay facing away from Kakucho nothing, but downright shame washes through you. What had gotten into you? Mother Mary you were gonna need all the priests in the world to baptize this sin away.

Kakucho slips in behind you his arms beaconing you to a safe place in his chest. You bury your face there hoping he can’t see you.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Kakucho says simply as he kisses the top of your head. “I suspected you were into it anyway.”

Your lift up your mouth hanging open with pure shock.

𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

He’s busy in another meeting—a pout form on your lips as your panties dampen.

You’ve been waiting for him all day yet nothing. You even walked past with skimpy clothing and all. He still didn’t pull the phone away from his ear. You were hopeless, even a pillow wouldn’t suffice.

You skitter inside his office with nothing on. Your tits bounced with every step. Rindou doesn’t move almost like he’s been frozen in time.

The phone doesn’t leave his ear, however. You can fix that as you climb atop his desk a devilish smirk on your lips. You open your legs revealing the wetness that had formed over a long tortuous day.

Your fingers pulled your pussy lips apart as you slipped in one finger easily then another.

A small moan leaves you as you begin to fuck yourself on his desk. Rindou’s eyes don’t leave from between your legs. He removes the phone from his ear discontinuing the line.

“Oh. It’s like that.”

Rindou wasn’t any stranger to how your ovulation affected him and you. Of anything it made him ecstatic. It made him feral with the need to breed your pretty little womb.

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reitski · 1 year

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𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐮! ♡⋆˙

.｡.:*☆ cute aggression superficially aggressive behaviour caused by seeing something cute, such as a human baby or young animal. when people see something incredibly cute, dopamine is released in the brain. it is the brain’s way of coping with the overwhelming response that occurs when these two powerful brain systems are triggered; to temper the onslaught of positive feelings, in other words, the brain tosses in a dash of aggression. people experiencing cute aggression may grit their teeth, clench their fists, or feel the urge to bite, pinch, and squeeze something they consider cute. ☆*:.｡.

this would definitely explain so much about your boyfriend, shidou ryusei. you started to suspect it when you two went for a walk and saw a fluffy, chubby cat lying on the street. shidou immediately let go of your hand and he started to petting the cat. well, frankly, that was a quite aggressive way of petting. he squeezed the cat's stomach, played with his little ears, caressed it... he was talking about how cute the cat looked. you didn't understand if he was talking to you, the cat or himself. but that doesn't matter, because it was an adorable scene to watch.

and now, after having been with him for multiple years, you can definietly say that your boyfriend, shidou ryusei, experiences cuteness aggression.

you always knew shidou had a tendency to violence. and his love language has a little bit violence as well. you simply didn't mind it, he had no desire to harm after all. his tight hugs, the bites on your shoulder, his never ending kisses... they were all awesome.

then, the more closer you two got, the more aggressive his affection got.

you almost missed his old hugs. they were tight, warm and secure. the new ones on the other hand... they were also tight, warm, secure and tight and even tighter. too much tighter. you feel like your ribs are about to break when he hugged you. shidou would hug you from behind, holding you tightly, kissing your neck, biting your shoulder while his hands wandered and squeezed all over your body.

also, shidou loves jumping on you when he sees you lying on the bed or the couch. he suffocates you under his huge body. he would kiss your face, neck, earlobe... then he pinches your cheeks while he praises your cuteness. he thinks you're cute even when all you do is being exist.

he wants so many kisses before his matches. the sweet kisses from his cute girlfriend causes his brain to release too much dopamine, he says. he wants to feel this exploding, bombing love that has all the other weird adjectives. one time, he bit your cheek just before he ran to the field without saying anything. you watched his play with a big and red teeth mark on your cheek. he was so proud of himself, not from winning the match.

of course, you let him do all these things. you've grown used to his ways of showing affection. his love language of physical touch became just natural as breathing. he adored you from top to bottom.

you held shidou tightly as he lay on your lap after a long and tiring, from being a menace for everyone, day. it was one of those rare times he felt peaceful. just don't be surprised if he suddenly bites your thigh.

idk if anyone remembers me but yeah... i'm here

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willyoubemycherryy · 4 months

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➯𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 𝟝...𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕎𝕖𝕓𝕓 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕓𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕🎀

A/N: I don’t really have any direction for these two so anything after this will probably just be random idk I’m still deciding

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 >>> 𝕟𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣, 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕤, 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗𝕪 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕔𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝕟𝕘𝕝 ^^ <𝟛𝟛𝟛

Mah sweetiebaes (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )♡︎♥︎ @taylormarieee @luvlydeja @b1mb0slvt @missusnora @eleanorbaybars @eymie

.❣︎.

“𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤..𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝒚𝒐𝒖…”

“Don’t look at me”, you groaned as you rolled away to duck back under the blankets.

Embarrassed was an understatement.

The complete details of last night run through your head, making you flush. You could not believe all the ways he had you, made you beg for him, and even cry. If Thomas had asked you for anything crazy last night, you most likely did it and for less than a Scooby snack and that embarrassed you to no end.

On the bright side, you two are officially official. A smile creeps it’s way onto your face because yes he’s yours and you can’t wait for all the cute couple stuff you guys will do together.

….as soon as you move past your current humiliation of facing the man you slut out 4 times a few hours ago.

Huffing out a chuckle, Thomas tugs on the thick blanket hiding you. “Why don’t you want me see you?” Grinning down at your outline, he’s never felt better.

He likes you so much, and you like him back just as much and now you two were dating. You were stunning and charming and funny and you liked him. He was already in a fantastic mood when he woke up next to you, mussed hair with a peacefully sweet expression on your face while you slept. The date couldn’t have went better. You hadn’t left his side the entire night, interested solely in being with him and it such a dopamine rush. Unsurprisingly his father wasn’t fond of you just like John Cena (Johanna) who absolutely loathed you but unlike his mother who he knew would be pestering him about when she’d see more of you.

Then there was everything he did to you after and even before you’d left.

He felt his blood get hot as he remembered how good you were for him, melting like cotton candy under him but you tasted twice as sweet. He’d even managed to temper that mouth you always drove him crazy with.

Before he gets too lost in thought, the sound of you whining brings him back.

“Becauseee…”

“Because what?“ He had a feeling what it was but he’d drag it out to amuse himself.

“…you know.. you-“

“Me? What did I do that was so bad that you won’t even let me look at you?” Leaning down to whisper next to where your ear would be as he moves closer, voice low and flirty as he teased you. Your mouth drops open as you gasp. He was playing dirty.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of your embarrassment, you blurt it out.

“What did you do??? You literally gave me the prostitute treatment!” Thomas laughs at how indignant you sound while you continue.

“You even saw up both of my….holes-“ he cuts you off, grinning.

“Yeah but I did way more than just see, in fact-“

“WHAT EVER!!” You cut him off with a squeal before he can give you the explicit version from his side, kicking him through the cover as he laughs. The sound filling you with adoration as you smile before deciding to come out, whipping the cover over your head as you shift to sit crisscross, naked as the day you were born, facing him.

Hickeys of varying sizes, bite marks, and other marks were blossomed all over your body as Thomas loses his breath looking at you. You really were too pretty.

Leaning over, he kisses your pout. You kiss him back but your still a little miffed.

“If it helps, you’ve also seen me naked”, he says, trying to placate you.

Somehow that manages to make you frown deeper as you look at him.

“But you weren’t upside down naked.”

Well you had him there.

Pulling you into his lap, he smiles up at you sweetly, uttering a soft ‘true’ before peppering you with powder soft kisses. Running your fingers through his curls, you soak up his attentions with a delicate sigh.

The atmosphere was nothing short of dreamy and even time felt slower as you two enjoyed each other’s presence. There probably wasn’t a thing you could say you hated about him. He was just that lovely. Blue eyes, gentle hands, a wonderful smile, creative and sweet.

He made you feel like glitter in the air. Like yoga on a slow summer morning with a fresh mani pedi. Like smiling for no reason with the wind in your hair. He felt like all of those to you.

Wrapping you arms around his neck, you kiss his cheek and rest your forehead on his.

“You’re so handsome, Thomas”, you whisper against his lips. A blush creeps onto his cheeks as he whispers back. “That’s some high praise coming from Aphrodite herself. Thank you, goddess.” The tenderness in his voice makes your heart skip a beat as you look into his eyes, biting your lip.

Shifting atop him, you freeze when you feel that familiar hardness against your ass. Thomas is already two steps ahead of you as he tightens his arms around your waist, burying his face into your chest with a soft groan.

“T-Thomas..”

“I can’t help it with you”, he mumbles, turning his face up again, looking at you through half-lidded heart eyes. You find yourself capturing him in a languid kiss, your lips mold against each other and Thomas gets lost in the push and pull.

Biting his lip as you pull away, you want to go another round but refrain because you two have all day for that. So, feigning casualty, you move off him on shaky legs to grab a shirt and throw it on. Turning back to meet his dumbfounded look with a cheeky smile.

“So…breakfast?”

Thomas shakes his head, chuckling.

“Seriously?” He asks, eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Yes. I’m hungry and I wanna show you my fancy orange juice.”

Wow. How could he turn that down?

“Alright, I’ll bite. What are you making?” The way he’s looking at you makes you nervous but you ignore it in the name of playing nice.

“What do you want?”

The silence that came after your question had your nerves suddenly on edge as your boyfriend stared you down before beckoning you with two fingers.

“Come here”. He says lightly, and you, unsuspecting of foul play, move to stand between his legs.

Thomas waves you down so you nervously bend until his face is right in front of yours and he’s grinning all the while before he speaks.

“I want you.”

Dropping your head on his shoulder, you suck in a breath to not smile.

“You do have me”, you know that’s not what he meant but it’ll have to work.

“I don’t have you on top of my tongue though. I want that juice.” Gasping you push off him and bat his hands away. You bite your lip in an attempt to not smile but it doesn’t work as you grab his hands and try to pull him to his feet.

“Well you’ll have to wait because we’re getting breakfast-“, you cut him off when he goes to open his mouth, “the kind you CHEW you freak of nature!” You huff out as Thomas finally takes mercy on you and gets up, looking down at you fondly.

“Okay breakfast, but not in bed, it is. Lead the way angel.” Brushing your hair back, he drops his hand to your cheek then flicking the underside of your chin.

Fuck he’s hot.

Clearing your throat, you turn with his other hand in yours as you walk to the kitchen. Listing all the breakfast foods you know how to make, seating him at the island as you pour him some of your fancy orange juice. To him, you looked so cute as you gave him the full rundown of your hospitality while he sipped overdressed juice that came from a glass bottle.

“-actually everything I make tastes good”, you pause and look at him and smile when he’s already looking at you because of course he was.

“You’re definitely right about that”, he says with a teasing quirk of his eyebrow, smirking at the cute scandalized giggle you let out.

“Thomas-!”

Resting his head against his hand, he decides to be good.

“I’ll have whatever your having, pretty.”

Your cheeks start to feel warm at the look he levels you with so you turn to grab your ingredients and stuff before reaching over him to grab your phone to play music. The minute you decided on a song, a stinging slap to your ass stops you, the burn making your blood warm.

“Excuse you?“

Thomas nods at you with a smirk.

“Yes, pretty?” Biting the inside of your cheek, you snap back at him.

“Would you mind keeping your hands and feet inside the ride until I’m finished?”

“I’ll see what I can do”, he replies back without missing a beat and you grin at each other before continuing. Hitting play on your song as you begin to cook.

“We’re having breakfast sandwiches.” You announce, ignoring the way he watches your bare legs and everything else that peeks out underneath your oversized shirt, he hums.

“That’s perfect. You don’t have any plans today right?“ He asks because he doesn’t want to leave you and you feel the same.

“Nope”, you say. Popping the ‘P’ before asking if he needed to be anywhere else today.

“No, so you’re stuck with me.” He jokes and you laugh softly.

“Boy, aren’t you lucky?” And looking at you as you move around, happy and content, you seem to glow.

Sighing, he looks at you lovingly and whispers,

“Yes. I think I finally am…”

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gasolinerainbowpuddles · 6 months

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𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 · · · · 𝙸𝙸. 𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 ║ ⓒⓗⓐⓟⓣⓔⓡⓔⓓ

𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 || 𝚗 𝚊 𝚟 𝚒 𝚐 𝚊 𝚝 𝚒 𝚘 𝚗 || 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | CHAPTER CONTENT: fluff, flirting, pining, internalized negative talk | WORD COUNT: 8k

| CHAPTER SUMMARY: When Miller Contracting ends up in a bind, Joel wonders if you might be the solution to their problem.

Joel overheard it somewhere near the cracker and chip aisle. He’d been here enough over the past few weeks to recognize disembodied voices of some of the staff or to see you helping Mrs. Baker load up her car time and again, the latter of which he repeatedly swore to himself wasn’t completely intentional. He told himself he just kept the same scheduled date and time with Jordan because it was easier that way. It had absolutely nothing to do with the little dopamine hit his brain got whenever he saw you or got to talk to you in passing when he came in to buy lemonade.

“No, what I’m saying is that we don’t have time for this kind of shit when somebody already called out sick for their shift,” the store manager’s voice came drifting around the corner. All the sickly sweet customer service had been drained from his tone, and Joel imagined this was what he sounded like most of the time. Your typical run of the mill asshole who acted too big for his britches and could use a swift kick in the ass to knock him down a peg or two.

“Sorry, it’s just Mrs. Baker comes every week, and she’s a really good customer. I’m sorry that Robert had to ring up a few more people on his own, but I loaded up her car as fast as I could.” There was that sweet voice he’d become way too eager to hear every week - not that he sought it out or anything. Except the kindness usually found in it had deflated into a mildly panicked rush of explanation.

“However you wanna play your ‘I’m just so sweet’ schtick is up to you, but not when we’re swamped with customers,” Jeremy snaps. “Now get over to produce and straighten it up. It’s a fucking mess over there!”

The heavy stomp of feet fades towards the opposite end of the store. Joel peers from behind the endcap and confirms his suspicions that it had indeed been you on the receiving end of that prick’s badgering. Your head was still fixed on Jeremy’s retreating form. Fists clenching and unclenching at your side. Shoulders hunched and tight, raised so high they're practically touching your ears. Then all at once your body slumps into an accepted defeat, and you let out a long, tired sigh.

“He always that much of an asshole to you?”

You whip around in comic speed, hands flying to your chest in surprise at Joel’s appearance. Your eyes had gone the size of dinner plates, and you sucked in a deep breath like you were squashing a genuine shriek of surprise.

“Oh, didn’t mean t’scare ya,” he quickly allays, taking a step back and raising an apologetic hand of surrender.

“N-No, you’re fine. I just didn’t hear you.” You shake your head and fix your face with a soft smile. “Sorry about that.”

“He talk to all the employees like that?” Joel presses again.

“Like what?”

“Like he hasn’t had his ass beat enough times to talk nice to people?”

The surprised giggle busts from your chest like a swarm of butterflies, and Joel can’t help but grin even if the response is a little different than what he’d been expecting. He chalks it up to the leftover nerves of being startled a few moments prior. “Oh, sorry. Yeah, he’s just- we’re one person short, so he just sort of gets that way sometimes when he’s stressed. Just a bad day kinda thing.”

It’s bothersome how dismissive you seem about someone talking down to you, and if that weren’t bad enough, you actually sounded like you were defending that asshole a little bit.

“S’not really a reason to give somebody a tongue lashing like that - especially not a lady.”

He clocks the tight smirk that curves your mouth. “Well, thanks for the sentiment, and I’m - again - I’m so sorry you had to overhear that. It’s definitely not the customer experience we want to offer here, and I apologize that your visit with us was impacted negatively. I assure you it won’t happen again.”

“You always apologize this much for stuff that’s not your fault?” He wouldn’t usually be so blunt, but that was at least the fourth time you’d said sorry in half as many minutes.

Your smirk fades into dust. “What?”

“S’just, I mean– he shouldn’t be talkin’ to employees like that, is all. I couldn’t imagine talkin’ to any of my crew that way. Bein’ in a bad mood ain’t much of a reason to chew somebody out like that.”

“You manage a grocery store, too?” “Besides, it doesn’t make for good business runnin’ it like that.”

You both talk over each other, and Joel lets out a soft chuckle.

“Oh, sorr–” You clamp your mouth shut before you can finish the dreaded word. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You gesture for him to continue with what he was saying.

“You didn’t interrupt. We were just talkin’ at the same time. And, uh no, can’t say I’ve got the chops to manage a grocery store, but I do alright with my construction crew. I’m a contractor.”

Recognition dawns on your face. “Oh! Right! Miller Contracting, right?”

“Joel Miller of Miller Contracting, the one and only,” he confirms with a little wink.

Christ he needed to get a grip. Settling so easily into this sort of light, flirty exchange with you might not have been a conscious choice, but the last thing he wanted was end up being another creep hitting on you in the middle of your job when you didn’t have much choice but to stand there and engage. He was sure there was no short list of men who found all sorts of stupid things to ask for help with while you were just trying to get through your shift.

That small little grin was creeping back onto your features, and he tried very hard not to stare.

“Yeah, I didn’t recognize you without your car underneath you.”

“Well I guess we gotta work on the ‘outside the truck’ branding then.”

You glance over his shoulder to the produce section. Right. You had work to do, and he was holding you up.

“Well, uh… wish I could say I remember your name, but in all fairness I don’t think you got your name and number slapped on the side of your car for me to use as a cheat.”

“Well, I don’t think my name and number would be super visible on my bike frame, but maybe I can work out some kinda sign or something and zip tie it on there.”

You look amused, but Joel feels like an asshole. He’d seen you on a bike a million times and riding in a car approximately zero times. You probably didn’t even own a car if he had to guess. He thinks about all the unseasonable rain this past summer and wonders what you do to get to and from work on those days. Certainly not ride your bike in the pouring rain. Hopefully you caught a ride with somebody or did one of those rideshare things Sarah was always talking about.

“Oh, m’sorry abou–I didn’t mean for that to sound–”

“You always apologize for things that aren’t your fault?” Your small grin spreads into a wide smile, and Joel breathes a little sigh of relief that he hadn’t made a complete ass of himself. He’s further relieved when you refresh his memory on your name and the street you live on.

“Right. Your dad and brother live there, too. Right?”

Your face pulls tight for a second before returning to something more neutral. “That’s us,” you confirm in a brighter tone than your body language tells.

“Well, I’ll let ya get back to it.” He points his thumb behind him towards your waiting work. “It was nice talkin’ to ya. Hopefully won’t be under the same circumstances next time,” he adds with a searching glance for Jeremy.

“Yeah, definitely. It was good talking to you, Joel.” You dip your head and walk off towards produce. Joel rolls his eyes at his fumbling social skills. Since when did he get to feeling like a nervous teenager just talking to somebody in a grocery store? What was more innocuous than talking to somebody in the middle of a grocery store?

He shook his head at his awkwardness and headed to the drinks. By the time he made it back to his truck, he was going to be late no matter how many red lights he managed to avoid. Maybe he should push Jordan’s next appointment back a little next time. Just in case.

You hadn’t meant to laugh, but it came out before you could stop it. After all, Jeremy’s soft toothed bite was a drop in the bucket of what you’d lived with your entire life. Sure, you’d been a bit nervous in the moment, but that was more Pavlovian response to a man being upset with you than any actual fear being present. Jeremy was an asshole most of the time, but it didn’t grate you like it did a lot of the other employees. You suppose you could thank your father for that built in function of desensitization to acerbic men.

You’d been seeing Joel crop up on a regular basis every week now, and it had sort of become something to look forward to. He was easy on the eyes and always polite. It was nice having that sort of certainty in a shift. Today had been the most you’d talked to him since he started showing up every week. You weren’t entirely sure if he was seeking you out the way you sought him out, but it didn’t much matter as long as you got that little boost of encouragement mid shift.

He was a captivating person, making these small microexpressions you couldn’t quite pin. You’d spent your entire life tuned into the tiniest of shifts in mood or body language so you could be prepared to keep it from changing into something unpleasant. Managing the mood of the room was always how you’d looked at it. It had become a useful tool once you started working after your mom skipped town. Yet another unintended gift from your father.

You were still trying to figure out where Joel's mind had gone to after you corrected him about not having a car of your own. It almost looked like concern, but that didn’t make a lot of sense in the context of the conversation. And then he’d gone and apologized, but you weren’t sure why. You hadn’t taken any offense to his assumption that you had a car. Most people had to have a car to get hired these days because even the bus wasn’t considered “reliable transportation.” It was a giant middle finger to anybody unfortunate enough to not have the option of a personal vehicle.

Your thoughts drifted like they often did as to who that second lemonade was for. At first you’d deluded yourself into imagining that he got two for himself, but he’d just buy the bigger size if that was the case, right? It was sort of around lunchtime when he came every week, so maybe that’s when his girlfriend was available for a little work visit. Well, you assumed girlfriend. He didn’t wear a ring. Then again, he was a contractor. Sometimes they didn’t wear jewelry when they were working for safety reasons, right?

Dissatisfied with your meandering considerations, you focused your attention onto something more certain: how absolutely and insanely handsome he was, especially up close.

The whole contracting thing made perfect sense considering he was in pretty good shape for someone in his… 40s? 50s? He had enough grays sprinkled in his curly brown hair and patchy beard. He had a sort of authority about him that spoke to knowledge earned through experience while at the same time holding an air of confidence in someone who was comfortable with themselves.

He gave you the feeling that wherever he led, you’d be safe to follow. The unassuming, kind way he held conversation had you transfixed on the spot every time. There never seemed to be anything he was going after, no specific outcome or response he was seeking, and it had you chatting back and forth in an organic, instinctive sort of way that was foreign enough to make you feel out of sorts. It was rare that you were talking to someone without following the prompts or silent directions they laid out. And if carrying yourself in talk with someone without outside pressures wasn’t enough to manage, you had to force yourself to not stare at him.

The span of his shoulders was the stuff of wet dreams. They were the sort of shoulders you imagined gave rise to the phrase “weight of the world on your shoulders” because if any could support it they’d be his. His pronounced, curved nose winded down towards rounded, pink lips. His eyes crinkled whenever he smiled, and you had never thought the idea of fainting couches was actually a thing until he graced you with one of those Joel Miller smiles.

Come to think of it, the man explained a lot of idioms and metaphors that hadn’t really made much sense to you until you’d met him. A sight for sore eyes. Take your breath away. Go weak in the knees. Head over heels. You were sure there’d be more the longer you knew him. He was the sort of person who demanded something more than plain speech. He had something innately poetic and beautiful about him, and you felt yourself wanting to know as much as he’d let you know.

Whatever you’d yet to learn about him, one thing was certain: Joel Miller was a bright spot in your otherwise pathetic life.

“C’mon now, Jennifer. This is gonna put us in a hell of a spot,” Joel groans into the receiver.

Loud sniffles and a hiccup come through the other end. “I-I can’t s-s-see him! I’m already m-moving out this w-weekend. It’s over. He f-fucking broke my heart, Joel! I c-can’t d-deal with this! HE BROKE M-MY FUCK-FUCKING HEART!”

Joel scrubs a hand over his face. Jennifer had been a great secretary/sometimes personal assistant over the past seven years. He didn’t think too much of it when Corey started working for them a couple years ago and hit it off with her. It wasn’t long before he was turning a bit of a blind eye when they were getting a little too cozy in the office. It was happening more frequently as they were clearly going out of their way to see one another, but it wasn’t affecting anyone’s work so he let it slide. Besides, he didn’t want to be the grumpy boss dumping water all over the flame of young love.

About a year ago when Corey proposed, Joel and Tommy felt pretty good about their decision to not intervene on the budding relationship for the sake of professionalism or whatever else. Now, listening to Jennifer sobbing and quitting over the phone after she’d found out Corey had been cheating on her for a few months? Yeah, Joel is second guessing every time he maybe should’ve hit the brakes a little harder.

“Listen, Jennifer,” he pleads. “I know it’s fucked up, and I’m not makin’ excuses for him. I have every mind to kick his ass myself, but the thing is right now that you are the only thing keepin’ these books and calls and appointments together. If you quit right now, me ‘n Tommy are gonna be royally fucked.”

She lets out a new round of sobs, and Joel winces at his poor choice of words. “Listen, Jennifer, we can’t do this without yo–”

“I’m s-sorry, Joel, but you’re gonna h-have to,” she chokes out before the line goes dead.

Great. Perfect. The time of year when they catch up on all this shit, and now Corey had to go be a fucking moron about everything and wet his dick in someone who most definitely was not his fiance. Joel had tried calling Jennifer back multiple times to talk her into not quitting, but she shut him down every time. The only thing left to do was try to salvage what he could of everything she’d left behind. The phones were ringing way more than usual, and it took everything in Joel’s power to not find Corey every day and wring his neck for causing such a massive disruption.

Joel wasn’t a total stranger to all this stuff, but he hadn’t been in the throes of it for nearly a decade. Jennifer was at the helm for all this stuff for nearly 7 years, and Sarah had done most of the job before Jennifer came along. He'd taken it for granted, not having to worry about much of anything when it came to administrative stuff, and it was coming back to bite him in the ass.

Around the week and a half mark since Jennifer quit, Joel had finally moved all the files and calendars into his home office. Most of the time he felt ready to light a match and not look back. His main focus was keeping payroll uninterrupted, staying on top of current project accounts, and following up with payments and client satisfaction.

He missed a weekly appointment with Jordan because of all this hubbub, which meant he also missed a week getting to see you. He’s tired and on edge now, but at least he has a chance of getting to see you. Mrs. Baker is fiddling with her trunk, and he isn’t sure if she just arrived or is on her way out. When she shuffles towards the driver’s seat, Joel safely assumes you’d already loaded up her car and headed back inside. “Hey there, Mrs. Baker,” he greets with as much warmth as he can muster.

“Hi, sweet boy,” she calls back. She frowns a little as if she can tell something is off, and she says as much to him. He explains the main points of his current predicament but makes sure to leave out all the details of the stripclubs and the hidden dating apps. “Aw, well that’s a shame,” Mrs. Baker tuts. “We’d be better off if there were more youth like the sweet girl who helps me with these groceries.”

“That I agree with ya on one hundred percent, ma’am.”

“Such a sweet girl. Reminds me so much of my granddaughter. You know, Ruthie? Sweet girl. Always so helpful and looking for ways to be helpful. Smart as a whip, too. Seems a little sad sometimes, but what do I know.” Joel isn’t sure if she means her granddaughter or you, but he doesn’t get the chance to ask. “Anyway, you take care now, and tell that brother of yours I said hello.”

Joel promises to do just that and heads into the cold store. Much to his delight, he doesn’t have to venture very far inside before he spots you. You spot him, too, and he swears you look happy to see him. “Hey there. Met the President of your Fan Club out in the parking lot again.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Mrs. Baker is the President of everybody’s Fan Club, I think.”

“Tell that to Sandra Bigsby from when we were about 6 or 7. Mrs. Baker couldn’t stand her. We didn’t much care for her, but it was always sorta funny to see an adult show so much dislike for a kid.”

“Oh, you know Mrs. Baker? Or, well, I guess you’ve known her your whole life?”

“Yeah, pretty close to. Went to the same church growin’ up. She and my folks were friendly.”

“Well that says something, doesn’t it? That she still remembers you all these years later?”

“Yeah, I s’pose it does,” Joel admits with a faint blush. “And, uh, she’s pretty vocal about how nice of a person you are and helpful as all get out, so there’s that, too. You know, if we’re talkin’ about her stamp of approval meanin’ somethin’.”

Your face softens into a bittersweet corner tug of the mouth, like you hadn’t heard anyone say they were proud of you for a very long time. “She’s a very nice lady,” is all you mumble in return.

“That she is,” he agrees. “And, uh, you know, good judge of character ‘n all.” The thought had already started formulating in Joel’s head: would you be somebody that could help with a few phone calls and appointments until he found a replacement for Jennifer? “It’s actually sorta funny that she’d be talkin’ about how helpful ‘n smart you are because I’m actually lookin’ for a bit of help with something right now.”

You pause and turn your attention to him fully, brow pinched in curiosity.

“Well, you know the whole Miller Contracting business. We’re actually in a bit of a bind at the moment with secretary type help. Had our girl quit outta the blue on us, so I’ve been tryna do my regular stuff on top of all the stuff she managed.”

“Oh no, that sounds awful. I’m so sorry.”

The sincerity in your voice made Joel’s chest feel tight. “Yeah, it’s been about two weeks now, and I’m about ready to pull my hair out to be honest with ya.”

“No, I’m sure it’s a lot to deal with.”

“Yeah, that’s sorta where I was goin’ with this,” he presses. “I wouldn’t suppose– I mean, I know you work real hard here ‘n all, but if you were lookin’ for somethin’ like some extra hours, I mean….”

You tilt your head and purse your lips. “I just work at the grocery store. I don’t have any skills for office work or anything,” you breathe in a self-deprecating laugh. “I’ve never done any stuff like that, really. I don’t have any experience, I guess is what I should say.”

“I mean, yeah, some of it is using computer programs and whatnot, but a lot of it is just picking up a phone and followin’ up with clients and appointments. I’m sure you know how to use a phone.” Joel scratches the back of his neck and looks off to the right to displace some of the jittery nerves he seemed to get whenever he had to hold conversation with you.

“How do you even know I’d be helpful?” You ask this like it’s a genuine question, as if you can’t fathom a scenario in which you’d possess the capabilities to do something more than what you currently do. It makes Joel feel sad for a passing moment knowing that Mrs. Baker must’ve been talking about you and not her granddaughter Ruthie when she’d said all those things: sweet girl, always so helpful, always looking for ways to be helpful, smart as a whip, seems a little sad sometimes.

If anything, it strengthened his resolve to talk you into it. “I trust Mrs. Baker, and so do you. So, if she says I’m a nice young man or whatever, and you believe that to be true, then you also gotta accept that she vouches for you as somebody that could really help me out right now.”

Something about this seems to land with you. It occurs to Joel that asking you to place the trust in someone else’s view of you is easier than trusting your own beliefs and judgments. Seems a little sad sometimes echoes again as he watches you consider his request.

“I mean, is it–I can’t cut my hours here,” you say like you’re talking yourself through it aloud. “And I don’t have a car, so if the office is – I don’t know where the office is, so if it’s kinda far off then I wouldn’t be able to get there.”

“No no, no need to cut hours,” Joel assures. “And I actually just moved all of it to my home office so I could work on it after hours, so it ain’t too far from your house.”

“Oh?” You perk up at that. “That’s actually, yeah. That could actually work, I think.”

“And I ain’t lookin’ to short ya or anything on pay. It ain’t like a personal favor or somethin’. I would pay you right,” he rushes to explain. He was glad you didn’t think it was creepy or unprofessional he was asking you to work out of his house. You didn’t seem too put off by it at all. In fact, you seemed to have rooted in something that made you almost excited about it. The tentative hope that bubbled up in you gave him a strong urge to say or do something that would give him the opportunity to do it again. And again. And again.

“No, of course not. I know you wouldn’t do that, Joel.”

God, the way his name rolled off your tongue was like butter sliding down a hot biscuit.

“So, you need me a couple days a week or ….?”

“Ah, well, yeah I’m willin’ to take up as much of your time as you can give me, if I’m bein’ honest.”

The easy smile that spreads across your features makes Joel feel like his brain just shut off and restarted. He blinks a few times and smiles back, a loose goofy thing he hoped didn’t make him look like too much of a dope. He gets himself together enough to exchange information with you and get a rough schedule for your help over the next couple of weeks. He apologizes in advance for his training abilities, but you just laughed it off and tell him it’ll be fine.

He had a feeling you were right.

You felt like you were flying the entire bike ride home. Not only were you going to have a secret stream of income that your father couldn’t touch, you were going to be spending more time with Joel Miller. The man who every time you talked to him it felt like you were slipping into a cozy warm bath. This type of thing was what the Kenzies of the world experienced, not you.

You tamper down your floaty feelings of happiness in case your dad was already home. The last thing you wanted was to rouse his suspicions about anything. You breathe a sigh of relief when you don't see his car in the driveway. It’s all a giddy blur getting inside and plopping down starfish onto your bed. You open your ancient slide screen phone and scroll down until you find Kenzie’s text thread.

You: how’s the job stuff going? miss u at the store :(

Kenzie: omg same :( but its going so good! ive already met so many ppl

You: I knew you’d hit it off right away typical kenzie lol

Kenzie: omg stop haha is jeremy being a tool still

You: the same so yes

Kenzie: ugh hes the worst istg

You: actually wish you’d been there the other day when he was being so loud getting on my ass that a customer overheard him

Kenzie: omg did they complain

You: no they just made sure I was okay it wasn’t like awful or anything just more awkward than anything Jeremy had always walked away

You: *already

Kenzie: was this customer a boy lol

You: no not a boy

Kenzie: aw booooo tomato tomato i thought u were gonna tell me a night in shining armor came to ur rescue

You: all I said was not a boy ;)

Kenzie: oohhhh a MAN?

You: lol yes Joel Miller

Kenzie: uuummmm mr lemonade hottie?!??!!

Kenzie: 👁️🫦👁️

You: ha ha yes

Kenzie: omg i would hav e died hes so hot

You: he was very nice :)

Kenzie: yeah ok and hot

You: I mean yeah duh

Kenzie: 💀

You: actually he offered me like a side hustle thing today

Kenzie: 👀

Kenzie: um explain pls bc that sounds kinda sus

You: 🙄 the secretary at his contractor business quit I guess so he needs some help with phonecalls and stuff until he can hire somebody else

Kenzie: ummm he could just hire u 🤨

You: I don’t have the experience for that no way

Kenzie: u could learn in like 2 secs

You: yeah I guess we’ll find out soon

Kenzie: when do u start

You: next Tuesday

Kenzie: ok when he offers u the job pls let me be there when u quit in jeremys face bc i wanna see it

You: yeah okay kenzie 😐

Kenzie: look at us out here becoming business professionals omg love that

You: you’re crazy lol

Kenzie: i know 💃

You laugh to yourself and let the phone slide beside you on the mattress. It felt nice to finally have something good to share with somebody.

The agonizing wait for Tuesday finally passes. You have the day off, and Joel shifted his schedule around to dedicate the entire day to showing you the ropes. You waited for your dad to leave for work and then biked over to Joel’s.

“Mornin’,” he greets warmly.

“Hey, how’s it going,” you return.

“Bit better now that I got somebody else to help with this clusterfuck.” He stills for a moment like maybe he shouldn’t be speaking to a quasi employee with such coarse language.

You wave a dismissive hand in his direction as he gestures for you to come inside. “I’m not going to tell you how to talk in your own home, Joel.”

And what a home it is. The space is muted but cozy, all earth tones like things grow and flourish here. Like the stories the walls hold are those of good times passed and good times to come. It makes your heart ache in such a distinct way, longing for something you don’t even know.

“It’s a bit of a mess, sorry,” he apologizes.

“It’s really nice here, actually.”

He offers you coffee, which you politely decline. He shows you his makeshift setup in his home office, and you spend the first few hours together just familiarizing yourself with the basics of the operation. You listen intently, categorizing and organizing every bit of information he shares. You’re determined to prove yourself, even if this isn’t a long-term thing. You watch his eyes squint when he’s explaining something more detailed. You watch the way his large hands grip so delicately around the mug of coffee, voided pitch black and bitter for a man who conveys neither attribute himself. You watch how his lips purse and flatten as he takes the time to explain things to you, pausing every now and then to make sure you’re understanding what he’s saying.

If watching wasn’t distracting enough, his shoulders would bump into yours every now and again when he’d lean forward to point out something on the laptop screen. His knees would knock against yours or a thigh would rub when he’d reach across you for a second to tap a few keys on the far end from him. The smell of him was intoxicating when he rested an arm along the back of your chair to lean in and explain something on the screen. It was a heady almost floral – no, citrus – sort of scent, mixed with an earthy bit of coffee and moss and woodwork.

The programs themselves seemed straightforward enough, but navigating and manipulating them was where the struggle would lie. Despite his hesitance at training you on all this, he had an amazing knack for adjusting his communication closer and closer each time to what was most comprehensible to you. It felt intimate in a way, his ability and desire to modify himself just so that it might be an easier undertaking for you.

By the time you get to lunch, you feel almost dizzy in the space with him. When he excuses himself for a minute to take a call from Tommy, you take the first deep breath you’ve had in a long time. You busy yourself with something so he doesn’t return to find you being lazy. You look over Jennifer’s physical calendar books and contacts. She has such legible, neat handwriting. Different bits of information are written in different colored inks – a sort of profiling system, you think.

At the bottom of each contact’s field on the page, there’s a small purple note. It’s always something random written there, no discernible pattern other than tidbits of personal information one might use to individualize an interaction. Factoids about a birthday or a vacation spot with a year next to it. Little snippets like do not call after 2 pm! or observes both Christmas and Hanukkah. Reminders like friends of the family and send copy to wife.

Besides all the helpful Purple Prompts – what you deemed them to yourself after reading the 6th or 7th one – the account overviews are also immaculately organized. The dread of getting anywhere near close to this level of competency starts to creep up on you and pull down. You push it away and focus again.

“Yeah, those are her handwritten things,” Joel announces as he walks through the door. “I haven’t gone over those much if I’m bein’ honest. Mostly just been tryna keep all the digital stuff goin’.”

“She’s very tidy,” you note.

“Definitely had all our ducks in a row,” he agrees. “That’s the downside, I guess, of havin’ somebody so damn good at their job. When they leave, it takes multiple people to do a poor imitation of ‘em.”

You grimace slightly at his remark, which prompts him to hastily add, “Not that you’re a poor imitation of anybody! I just meant it– you know– listen, you’re doin’ great.” He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it even more than it already was. Bits of silver catch in the light when he tilts his head. There was something so attractive about a man who wasn’t afraid to let his grays come through. Not holing himself up in the bathroom every week for 20 minutes with a bottle of Just For Men and a beer while he painted away any traces of wisdom and experience.

“Do I have somethin’ in my hair?” he worries as he runs his hand through it again. You realize you’re staring.

“Oh, no! It looks great!” you squeak out in embarrassment. “You look great. Very handsome.” Your eyes bug out in shock at the casual compliment word vomit. You turn in your chair quickly and busy yourself with the laptop. Joel just chuckles softly and settles into his chair next to you.

“Wow, brown nosin’ the boss already, huh?” he teases. “You better watch out before I start fishin’ for compliments.”

“I wasn’t–I didn’t mean to–I’m sorry,” you stutter.

“Hey now, I’m just kiddin’. It’s good for an old man like me to have his ego boosted every now and then, right?”

You snort and shake your head but keep your eyes glued to the laptop screen where you’re busy doing a whole bunch of nothing. “You’re not even old.”

“Okay, now you’re really just butterin’ me up.”

“No, I swear. You don’t look old. To me.” Your face feels like it’s a million degrees and counting.

“Oh? Can I get that in writing?” he laughs. “Would come in handy to show Sarah the next time she gives me grief for my creaky knees.”

“Oh yeah, that’s your daughter, right? The one who did all this before Jennifer?”

“That’s the one, yep,” he confirms. “Little shit gives me a hard time any chance she gets. Between her ‘n Tommy I’m tempted to say it’s borderline bullying.”

You giggle at his tellings of family and downtime and home life. It sounds nice. “Oh come on, you can’t be that old.”

A glint of amusement dances in his eyes, mouth tugging up in one corner. “Go on. Give me your best guess.”

You scoff and get a little nervous. You don’t want to offend him. Truth is, it wouldn’t matter if he was old. He was kind and sweet and drop dead gorgeous. He motions for you to wager your guess. “Um. I dunno. Um. Fourty…. three?”

He tuts and leans back as if to take in all your audacity at guessing so low. “Oh c’mon now, give me a real guess.”

“That was a real— ugh, okay. Um. I mean. I dunno, fifty six?”

“Now you’re just gettin’ wild with it,” he busts out in a deep laugh.

You fidget your hands in your lap, fingers picking at imaginary pieces of dead skin hanging off of them. You’d never really been good at telling people’s ages, and this felt like a test you were failing somehow. “Well, I don’t know! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. It was stupid.”

“Aw, don’t say that, sweetheart. You’re not stupid, not one bit. I’m just teasin’ you. I’m comin’ up on 50 in a coupla weeks, actually.”

Sweetheart. It had poured from his mouth like a thick nectar, burning a sugary halo into your ear.

“Oh, happy birthday!” you say in a way-too-breathy-to-be-appropriate voice.

He waves you off but thanks you anyway. “See, you sorta had it. Just in between the first and the second number, yeah? You weren’t too far off. No need to feel bad or anything like that. And certainly no reason to feel stupid.”

“Okay, gotcha,” you agree quickly in the hopes that he’ll stop complimenting you.

“Besides, you’re what? Twenty… er, twenty?” he offers weakly.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes at his ridiculous guess.

“Hey now, it’s different for ladies,” he protests with an impish smile.

“I’m the ripe old age of twenty three,” you hum with a shrug. "Twenty four in a few months."

“Christ, you’re makin’ me feel ancient now. Sarah was already born by the time I was twenty three.”

“No, I think that’s just a generation thing. My parents had us young, too.” Your stomach clenches at the conversational transition to your family. If Joel notices your odd change in posture or behavior, he doesn’t say anything.

“Hm, maybe. Maybe so,” he agrees. “Well, it’s due time for a little break. You don’t have to stay in here – unless you feel more comfortable doin’ that.”

You realize you didn’t pack anything to eat. “Um, I think I’ll actually just, uh, head back home for a little bit if that’s okay. I forgot to pack anything to eat like a moron,” you huff in self-directed impatience.

“You ain’t dumb. Quit sayin’ that. It’s worse than you apologizin’ all the time,” he gently chides. “Just come on down to the kitchen with me, and I’ll make you a sandwich or somethin’.”

Your mouth hangs open for a moment in surprise at his earnest appeal for you to not tear yourself down. It was a far cry from your usual day to day. “Okay, but only if you’re sure?”

He lobs one of those devastating smiles your way. “Very sure. Let’s go.”

He hasn’t made somebody else a sandwich since Sarah was probably in her late teens. He’s overthinking it now: how do you fold the ham so it sits right? What angle does the cheese go? He assembles it in the most presentable way he can manage, but he doubts you’d have any complaints. You don’t seem like the type to complain, even if it might be warranted. Even if you might want to.

At first it just read as polite and good home training, but the more he’s around you the more he feels like it’s just a veneer. Not that you wouldn’t be kind and considerate of your own accord, but the inclination to do so feels very much forced at times, like there’s some small voice in your ear constantly dictating which move should come next. Sometimes you get flustered at some perceived wrongdoing on your part, all imagined, and Joel just hopes he isn’t unconsciously doing something to make you feel so nervous.

It’d hit him like a lead cloud when you came into his home and looked around as if it was some sort of breathtaking sanctuary. He felt the waves of immediate, riveted comfort rolling off you. And then that small smile of yours when you’d said it’s nice here, actually, the one that plays so timid on your mouth like you’ve taken a lot of nerve to speak whatever words fell from your lips. He couldn’t help but soften and drink it in.

He tried so, so hard to not stare at you while he was trying to go over the basics of the company and its workings. Every unintentional bump or glide against you felt like a scorching surge of electricity straight through him. And your face when you were concentrating, how you’d sometimes nibble on your lower lip when you were listening really hard to something he was saying. He’d had to look away a few times when his cock started kicking against his thigh in appreciation.

But then you’d gone and done that thing again where you talk down to yourself. Sorry this, stupid that. He hoped he wasn’t making you feel that way. He wanted to see that same smile that softened your face when you’d first arrived. He kept lunchtime light on conversation, letting you take the lead on it. Turns out you’re a bit like himself in that you don’t feel the need to fill every moment of silence with something. The comfortable silence felt nice, though. It wasn't often he could just sit with somebody and enjoy solitude together. It was a different sort of peace to have that with someone.

Eventually he spoke up, though, not wanting to give an impression that he didn’t want to talk to you. You seemed more relaxed now, and it warmed his blood to think he might’ve had something to do with that. You’re agreeable, as always, when he mentions pay at first might just be an under the table situation until he figures out if he needs to - or is capable of - adding another employee to the roster. You seem perfectly fine with his cash offer. In fact, he thinks you seem to be relieved in a way. He’s not sure what to make of that, but he doesn’t spend too much time on it. Not when you’re sitting across from him smiling about something and laughing under your breath as you tell him some random little tidbit.

Every morsel feels like a feast, but you? You’ve made a glutton out of him. He might be able to drink you until he’s sick, but he doesn’t think he could ever drink enough of you to be satisfied.

You hope and pray that baking Joel a cake for his birthday isn’t too weird. Now that you’re standing in front of his door, the same door you’ve frequented over the past few weeks since you started, you sort of wish you hadn’t done a lemonade flavor cake. It felt sort of personal but in a forced way. You should’ve just went with chocolate or something and made it less pushy and awkward.

But you forget all about that when he opens the door for you and erupts into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen when he spots the confection. He grabs it up like he’s elated and eager and over the moon at your silly little gesture. Your eyes flit to where his band t-shirt flexes against the bulge of his bicep and tugs across his chest. Your eyes wander down to the curvature and fit of his jeans against his hips and thighs as you follow behind him into the kitchen. The denim clings and pulls as he bends towards the counter to set the cake down. You can feel the heat on your chest creeping up your neck.

“This is just– thank you,” he says in earnest.

You smile back at him and shrug. “Just thought I’d brown nose the boss some more, you know?”

His whole face lights up at your gentle teasing. “Well, it’s working.”

“Would it undo it if I said I didn’t want to put candles on there because I didn’t want to risk burning the house down? Fifty is a lot, you know.”

He breaks into a deep belly laugh at that. “Sarah would give you a gold star for that one.”

He grabs you up into a loose, friendly hug. Your hand shoots to his chest and snakes up in a fraction of a second. He pulls back, still smiling, and rubs your back. “Thank you. Really.”

“It’s nothing,” you insist.

You both pull away from one another and eat a slice of cake.

It’s nearly the end of the month, and Joel has a growing funny feeling lodged in his chest. Once he thought it, he couldn’t unthink it. Once it crossed his mind, it had boomeranged back and rooted itself firmly into place and exploded. You look like you belong here in his home. It melded around you as if you’d always been a part of it - were meant to be here - and what was worse was every time you were here it felt like a missing piece had come back to fill the empty space left behind.

He wishes he could blame it on that hug when you’d brought him cake for his birthday, when your hand grazed across his chest and left a blazing fire in its place. But, no, it had started before that, and it was only getting worse. He listens to you now taking on a sometimes alright sometimes difficult client. They were behind schedule on starting a project for him. He was a repeat customer, but he was no nonsense about things.

“No, of course, Mr. Dillard. And I hate that all this is going on when I know it’s probably a tough time for you, too,” you say softly into the landline in his home office.

There’s some gruff sound on the other end.

“Oh, I apologize. I just– Joel had mentioned about Duke passing last year, and I know the first anniversary of something like that can be so difficult.”

Joel’s head cocks to attention at that. He hadn’t said any such thing. He leans in closer to listen to whatever it is that you’re concocting. There’s a long pause and then softer speaking.

“Oh, of course. I’m sorry if I shouldn’t have said anything– Oh– no, right —”

Another pause and a muted voice. You nod your head and purse your lips in agreement and faux understanding even though Mr. Dillard can’t see it.

“He mentioned it when I told him you were on my list of clients to call next. He has a memory I would kill for, I swear. And he’s always had a soft spot for dogs– oh my god, don’t tell him I said that, though. He might kill me if I’m going around telling everyone he loves fluffy puppies,” you giggle.

He hears what sounds like gentle laughter over the receiver before more unintelligible comments.

“No, and we appreciate how wonderful everyone is being about it. We’ve certainly been trying to put on a brave face, you know. She feels terrible about having to exit like that, but we keep telling her she absolutely should be focused on her health right now.”

More garbled conversation on the other end.

“Well I’m not at liberty to say, but I cannot express how much that means to us that you’re asking after her. I just know she appreciates all the support with how fast everything happened. Yeah. MMmhhhmmm. Yes, your thoughts and prayers mean so much to us, and I will definitely let her know that you are thinking about her.”

Joel’s jaw would’ve been on the floor if possible. Mr. Dillard was okay for the most part, but god could he be a jerk if you caught him in the wrong mood. Here you were pulling some story outta your ass that had him doing a 180º and asking after Jennifer’s health after her brisk departure.

“Okay, now. I’ll be back in touch very soon, Mr. Dillard. Alright. You take care now. Buh-bye.”

You set the receiver down and scribble a few quick notes in purple ink. He doesn’t remember when he’d bought a purple pen. Had you bought that to just keep up with Jennifer’s established system?

“You’re amazing,” he laughs – an incredulous tone.

You knock him out with one of those bright smiles of yours.

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