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Forty-Two - You're My Biggest Wish.

warnings: pure smut, degrading names, dirty talk etc

wc: 6.4k

playlist: keep on loving you - cas / affection - between friends / lana del rey - cinnamon girl

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“Is this everything?” you ask, your voice reverberates through your living room that is now filled with brown closed boxes. Your hands are on your hips, turning to face Hyunjin who has made himself comfortable. Leaning against your doorframe as if he always belonged there. He looks good in your apartment; you note to yourself.

He hums back, an answer that you take as a yes if the soft smile that adorns his pretty face anything to go. His blonde hair is pushed back, revealing the burden of prior days in his features. Your own eyes soften at him, your heartstrings tug towards him. Begs you to take care of your soul. You ignore it. Just for a fleeting respite, you know when this storm of emotions passes by, you’ll end up in his arms anyways. You wonder when did this sly cocoon of a game even started, a push and pull between you and yourself, trying to resist him only to end up on your knees for him.

“What?” Hyunjin asks with a tilting smile when your stare lingers, his voice echoes against the walls of your heart, pulling beats out of it just for him with ease. A subtle fragrance of something akin to love floats in the air surrounding you, waving itself into the playful raise of his brows, it has you running away from it, an endless yearn to flee from his gaze as you shake your head.

“Nothing.”

Warmth cradles you in Hyunjin’s hands when he reaches for you, a longing that seems to be lastingly cemented on the palm of his hand when he touches yours. You look at him in question.

“Thank you for letting me and Hannie stay.” His voice is small, in complete contrast to the way he towers over you.

“You already thanked me like ten times Jinnie.”

“I feel like it’s not enough.”

“It is more than enough. If there’s anything else, I could do for you then please tell me.” The familiar softness of your voice pulls you to his heart, you sit in the middle and spread your angelic wings and take all the space. Have his heart tighten around you and nothing else. He finds himself in a rare state of being at a loss of words. So instead, he leans down, and his lips graze the skin of your cheek placing a kiss there.

“Thank you, baby.” He whispers right into your cheek, knits his promise.

When he pulls back, your eyes are wide with loving sparkles and your cheeks pinked in his golden effect. It has him smiling, only at you who manages to stroke his ego beautifully each time.

Oh, how do you manage to bloom into the prettiest flower just under his gaze.

Your momentary bliss is interrupted by the steps of Hanuel running towards you with an excited bounce, he scurries through the maze of boxes and a thrilled beam stretches into his face, he looks so much like Hyunjin when he smiles, resembles the sun in an alike way and your heart tightens at the sight. You barely could handle one. Let alone have another copy of him.

“Noona!” he exclaims in calling for you, bringing attention to the box of the console you forgot to hide in between his short arms, he hugs it to his chest as if it was as precious as he looks.

“Can I play with this please? I’ve wanted a ps5 for a while.” He jumps up and down, glee echoing in his voice that has you smiling along. You open your mouth to reply, your words hold onto the tip of your tongue when Hyunjin talks milliseconds before you.

“Hannie you can’t just go around and snoop through people’s places.” He scolds.

“But Hyung,” Hanuel pouts, pure and childish in the way his brows knit together in disappointment.

“it’s okay Hannie,” you kneel in front of the smaller kid, a reassuring hand ruffles his black strands.

“I actually bought it for you so yes you can play with it whenever you want.” Hanuel eyes widen, an even bigger smile takes place on his face and his excitement has you giggling at the happiness dripping from his innocence.

“Hyung! Noona said it’s mine.” He boosts, turning to Hyunjin with giddiness evident in the way he won’t stop jumping and then in a swift moment he has his arms around you, throwing his small body into your embrace.

“Thank you so much Noona!” he says sweetly, and you’re taken back, eyes wide in shock and hands frozen awkwardly mid-air. have not expected that yet still manage to pat his back in time before he’s hurrying out the room to turn on his new ps5.

“What was that?” Hyunjin asks with narrowed eyes, displeasure all over his face and you only smile bashfully at him.

“A gift?” you reply with a tilt of your head, he shouldn’t find it that endearing.

“I can’t accept that we’re giving it back.”

“Please don’t. Hannie has been through a lot he deserves it.” You sway on your feet, a trying task to win his affection and approval for your impulsive acts “Besides, Felix told me that the only reason you started working was so you could buy it for him. And now with everything that’s going on with your mom you can’t pay the hospital bills and buy him that.” You continue before he interjects again.

“Y/N…” Hyunjin sighs, shoulders slumped, and his eyes betray an unsubdued vanquish. He always hated being at the weaker end of things. Grew up with a pride as big as him and you soften at him. Closing the small distance between you when your warm palms envelope his cheeks in increasing comfort.

“I wanted to do it, so I did it, you don’t have to repay me. Just take it okay?” your tone is sweet, hanging over his head like a cloud of alleviation.

“it’s too much,” he replies, shaking his head stubbornly and you huff.

“You don’t see me repaying you when you take care of me.”

“That’s different.” He counteracts with another shake of his head.

“Why? Just because I used money doesn’t make it any different. It’s just my own way of taking care of you.” Hyunjin keeps quiet for a moment, contemplating your words with clear hesitation clinging to his eyes as they look into yours. You jut out your bottom lip in a pout, batting your lashes at him in attempts to end this discussion and Hyunjin is immediately weakened, rolls his eyes just so he won’t have himself melting at your feet.

“Fine.” He grumbles and you smile.

Your tired body stumbles in the dark living room in search of the kitchen and hopefully a glass of water to quench your thirst, almost tripping over a box on your way you barely make it alive or at least that’s what it feels like when you see Hyunjin standing there. Grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his upper body bare, he’s shirtless. His necklace nestles perfectly against his pale skin, catches light from the moon stealing the flickers of shine all to himself. He looks ethereal and suddenly the sleep clinging to your lashes is gone in a blink.

He pauses amid drinking his glass of water, looking your way with tired eyes, dark circles adorning the under of his eyes, his hair is a mess atop his head, falling in unkempt blonde strands over his face. Yet the sight still manages to send your heart into the deep end. The air feels heavy in your lungs when you try to breathe it in.

“Hey,” he speaks first, voice softer than your dimly lit kitchen. And as he glances at you, his gaze seems to cut through the air with an almost tangible sharpness through the clearness of the glass between his fingers, appreciative and enticing as they trail over your figure. It burns you and his tiredness abandons his body at the vision of you in your white lace night dress.

“Hi,” you clear your throat hoping to dissipate the tension that’s melting on your skin, you felt it start to bubble up from the heat instead. “Can’t sleep?” he asks when you dawdle past him and head for the fridge, your powdery scent lingers in the air and he closes his eyes for a moment, sucking a deep breath in, feels it swirl around and hug his body in a warm embrace of you.

“Yeah,” you take one of the bottled waters, uncapping the lid to take a sip. The cold liquid fills you up with satisfaction. A trickle of water drips down the side of your mouth and Hyunjin watches it, eyes growing hooded. His eyes flicked to your plush, pink lips then scanned their way back into your wide, gleaming eyes. He licks his own, and brings your attention to them, you feel them calling for you. Your hand tightens around the water bottle.

“Why are you awake? I thought you went to sleep hours ago?” your voice is soft, leaning your shoulders on the fridge behind you, its coldness makes you shiver. Hyunjin only shrugs in silence, with clear intentions not to chat with you, he places his empty glass on the kitchen island and makes his way to you as if a magnetic pull is drawing him in.

“Were you thinking of me baby? Is that why you can’t sleep?” you blink at him, surprise overtaking your features at his sudden smugness that he wears in the smirk on his lips, he consumes your form with a dark assessment. A chill run across your spine, leaving you unsure if it’s the proximity of Hyunjin’s naked body or the cold of the fridge.

“Maybe.” Your voice no more above a hushed whisper, he looms over you, gaze turning serious, and a glint lingers there, dressing itself as raw attractiveness, he’s enraptured by your beauty.

His knuckles brush over your cheeks and satisfaction takes him when your dark lashes flutter, leaning into his touch and flapping your wings across the honeyed swipes of his affection. With a cup to your jaw, he’s asserting his dominance over you leaving you with no choice but to sway frailly under him.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, voice hoarse. you almost think you imagined it. You think your inner desires are speaking to you, whispering your wishes back to you, your wishes that you had ever since you were seventeen. But the brush of his nose against yours tells you otherwise.

“Yes.” You whisper back, right into the growing garden of love between you two. Your voice waters every blooming rose and Hyunjin finds himself melting once again, in the folds of your existence. His eyes dart all over your face as if he also can’t believe the word that came out of his mouth. As if you ever had a choice. He brushes his lips against yours and it has a shiver running down your spine. Arching your exposed back from the coldness of the fridge and into him. His hands are on your jaw, caressing it softly and then his pillowy tinted lips are on your softer ones.

It's dizzying, your head is spinning, and your senses are overwhelmed by the sweet taste of his. Your inclination takes over, pushes you to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you. Closer, closer, closer... you need to become one with him. The press of your breasts into him has him groaning against your plush lips. In response his tongue glides across your bottom lip begging for something deeper, for you to take him deeper. You open your mouth with a gasp, your hands are in the soft strands of his, tangling your fingers in them and spreading your delicate love in his roots. His tongue licks into your mouth, enlisting soft whines from your pink lips, his hands find solace on your waist while your tongue fights to keep up with the rhythm of his.

He pulls back with a gasp, desperate for air he wishes he didn’t need, lips plump and eyes darkening. You chase after him, your longing has you on your knees and you’re a slave to your ever-growing love. Pressing pleading chaste kisses to his lips, he breaths out a chuckle against you, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, your body growing hot when he dives back into you with a newfound fervor. You tilt your head, and his hands travel down leaving a scrooching fire behind, sets your body alight with vigorous lust.

The intensity of the heat and passion of your shared kiss rendered you weak, has your legs shaking. When his hands reach the back of your thigh, his short nails digging into the plump flesh of them you can’t fight back against your need for him anymore, they betray you just like they’re not your own emotions and instead submitting to Hyunjin, transforming themselves into a sweet moan that tumbles out of your lips and into his. Swallowed by him and right into the lap of the monster he’s been trying so hard to keep at bay. Something snaps in him, his kisses quickly turning bruising, like the broken dreams you both built in your imagination when you were teenagers.

You’re unable to stand anymore, growing weaker and Hyunjin notices, tapping the back of your thighs, you jump, and he catches you like he always does, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he walks you to the closest counter, placing you atop of it and rests his forehead against yours. In attempts to regain his sanity back, the same one you seem to steal ever since he first saw you. You keep yours open, like a wanderer who finally found their home, they flit over his features, counting his lashes and your thumb brushes over his mole in softness that only you are capable of providing.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the longest time.” He speaks first, standing between your legs and hands on the silky skin of your thighs. His hands are everywhere but nowhere close enough. You make it obvious by the way your ankle nudges his back, urging him forward and he comes so easily. Wonders how it is so easy for you to crawl into his skin, the sight of you. Hair tousled and swollen lips are enough to have his cock thickening up in the space of his boxers. He holds himself back, tugs on the leash of his desires and sits still. Dares his thumb that is brushing the inner of your thigh to not inch upwards.

“Me too,” you smile like you didn’t just have him by his heart, your eyes are like a dangerous weapon you aim carelessly at him, his own expression softens. Melting into unyielding affection for you.

“You’re so pretty.” He says it like it’s a spoken fact that you should have memorized by now, doesn’t understand the way your cheeks color in splashes of light pink and the way the intense emotions in your eyes have dwindled into the look of a broken girl you tried so hard to protect. It hits you out of nowhere, the void that has managed to suck the life out of everything in you is there again. You didn’t know someone could look at you with so much love and not reproach.

“Remember when we talked a while back about being scared of...” you speak after a moment, threading your fingers with his as if you were teenagers again and you reached for him for the first time. Feels electricity spreads through his limbs at your touch. warm and loving as you wave your other hand around in futile tries to describe whatever you guys have “...us?” you finally settle with, Hyunjin’s playful smile is teasing at you and you shove at his chest, ignoring the feel of his bare skin on your palm.

“I remember baby, what about it?” you pretend his endearment doesn’t affect you, like your heart isn’t dissolving at soft brush of his thumb. You pretend like his touch is not sending waves of arousal to your underwear.

“You never told me what you’re scared of.”

“I think I’m most scared of you leaving.” There are contradicting emotions in his inky eyes, vulnerability dressed in pain you caused, and you almost see it, the flashes of your past in his gaze, the day you left is fresh in there.

“Why do you think I’m gonna leave?” you ask with a squeeze to his warm hand, you feel a pang in your chest right where your heart is when he looks down, avoiding your eyes like it’s painful to look at you.

“I know I’m not good with these things,” your free hand cradles his jaw, softly as you smile at him encouragingly, reminding him you both are different, that despite the similarity that encompasses you, the striking differences are still here.

“I know the first time we failed I’ve treated you poorly. I was bad at showing you how much I loved you. I made you feel alone.” He confesses endlessly like all his sins are the only reason you ended up falling apart. As if you weren’t an accomplice in this crime, as if you didn’t stand on the grave of your love and looked down at it with an oldening stare. The truth stays logged in your throat, your eyes never leave his, a smile on your face and a pool of emotions rose-colored shimmer in the flickers of color in your eyes.

“I’m just scared of the past repeating itself. Of making the same mistakes.” You don’t have the heart to tell him that you know how this story ends. You don’t tell him about how you know time unravels, rewinds only to place the same fractures on your hearts. Were you selfish or too broken for the glimmering light they call hope? You’re not sure.

However, when Hyunjin leans into the warm embrace of your palm, turns his head to place a tender kiss there nestling another whisper of love that will only haunt you when he turns his back to you one day, you think it’s both.

“You won’t make the same mistakes Jinnie, I see you trying.” you smile in hope of reflecting the same tenderness.

“What if I’m not trying hard enough?” He questions, tone frail and laced in a rare display of insecurity that has you aching.

“You don’t need to try harder than you already are. Just you, is more than enough for me.”

But I’m not enough.

I’m not worth it.

Are the words you swallow down, lodging them in an endless poetry of broken promises and salty tears that you’re sure you’ll read to him someday just not tonight.

“I need to try harder because there’s no one else for me,” he confesses to you, eyes melting into yours in delicacy that wraps around your heart, calling for you and you respond right back by a brush of your thumb on his cheek. He closes his eyes momentarily as if he’s savoring your touch, drinks up all the love you’re dripping and asks for more. When he opens them again, they’re a shimmering pool of everything he had ever felt for you, it seeps into your being.

“you’re my biggest wish Y/N.” you feel it taking over you, the need to run and hide. The need to run away from him. An overwhelming fear attacks you at the fact that you know there’s no one else for you as well. Destiny is cruel, linking you to him, drawing him onto your body, soul, perfectly so no one else can keep up, the emptiness you feel won’t ever be filled by anyone other than Hwang Hyunjin. Perhaps that’s why you were speechless, running away from all the words you wanna say like a coward and instead you entwine his necklace between your fingers, tugging him towards you and into a soft kiss that you hope is enough to convey your feelings.

He kisses back just as tenderly, drowning you in affection, it has you choking on him. Your lips melt into one another, desperate to find new ways to connect, new ways bring back what once has died.

“Take me, Hyunjin.” You mumble against his lips, your breath mingling together. He moves to back away and your grip on the back of his neck tighten. Holding him in place, feeling like you might fall apart if he’s not next you if he’s not all over you.

He shakes his head at you in dismiss, faux denial that almost makes you want to whine.

“I can’t. I want to do this the right way” he’s breathing heavily. An evidence of his overflowing want for you and maybe that’s why his rejection doesn’t hurt you but fuels you to push him further into the abyss but you’ll be there to catch him “I’m already yours so why should we wait?” you repeat his own words to him, it has his eyes darkening so obviously drowning in lust and feeding off the tension building around you two.

Your hand reaches for his, circling his thin wrist and guiding him to where you need him most. He watches with growing anticipation as you trail his hand down your body and in between your legs, both of your chest heaving as you press his hand over your clothed sex, his thumb presses over your clit that is covered by the lace of your panties, now destroyed with your excitation and your eyes flutter at the contact, lips falling open in need of more.

Hyunjin is fascinated by you, watches you in complete ecstasy as he feels white hot flames licking at his cock “you’re so wet angel.” He whispers the words right atop of your lips, kisses them into you and you almost lose it. Bucking into his hand, chasing after his touch.

“All for you.” You mumble back, spreading tempting kisses all over his face, over his lips and then his chin “please take me.”

Hyunjin is all but a strong man. At least not when it comes to you, if only you knew the amount of control and power you had on him. It doesn’t feel like something a mere human should be able to do to him. Has him questioning who you are roaming this earth right next to him. A flutter of your lashes is enough for Hyunjin to be a goner. His hands grip the roots of your hair pulling hard enough to earn a sweet gasp from you, pretty pleading eyes looking up at him has him hardening painfully so in his pants.

“Are you gonna stop acting like a slut if I fuck you?” he jeers, grows amazed at the way you preen under his words, head nodding as if you’re on the verge of death and he’s your only salvation. He rewards you with a quirk of his lips, a brush of his thumb on your inner thigh “go wait for me in your room.” You’re quick to listen, jumping off the counter and hurrying across the kitchen.

Hyunjin doesn’t take long to find you, it left you slightly swaying in excitement like you’re a prey that’s hiding in innocence that is nowhere near real, and when Hyunjin is by your door, the hallway light illuminates his lithe figure. A nervousness mixes with your excitement, leaves your stomach sinking and your fingers clutching the silk of your sheets. It’s a different setting with a similar scene and reversed roles when he walks towards you, eyes heavy and feral and by the time he’s in front of you, you feel breathless.

Your underwear sticks uncomfortably with wetness. Hyunjin’s fingers graze your chin, dragging your attention to him. You look up with wide eyes, soft and fond while his are alight with pure lust for you. He leans down, squeezes himself in your space and takes your lips in a short kiss, too sweet and pure. A juxtaposition to his darkening desires.

“Lie down.” He whispers and you follow with eagerness to please. Obvious in the way you climb up the bed and fall backwards on one of your pillows. Your hair sprawled around you and your night dress rising to give him a glimpse of your lace panties is enough to have him drunk on his desire for you.

Hyunjin stares down at you with a look full of adoration and mix of want. A desire to destroy you, devour you, his hands itch and he follows. A trifling victim to your existence.

Hooking his leg over you, he cups your cheek sweetly, a swipe of candied devotion has you closing your eyes, ashamed to be witnessed in the acts of wanting him, needing him. His hand trails down, brushing over your lips, chin until they’re wrapping around your throat and lets the weight of his hand rest there, not yet adding pressure.

The glazing of your eyes when you open them has him smirking in something akin to winning a prize, you inflate his ego.

“You like it?” he asks, and you don’t answer. Can’t find your voice until his fingers start to slightly press against your throat, just enough to have you struggling for a breath.

“Answer.” His eyes narrow and you gasp softly, a symphony he only wishes to be good enough to play again.

“Yes.”

“Who knew you were this naughty?” he growls, teases his thumb with a swipe on the heart of your throat and you whimper, squirming under his gaze.

“Hyunjin,” you plea, voice doused in desperation and Hyunjin only chuckles darkly, finds himself constantly amazed by the way you always fall apart so easily “mhm?” he looms over you, tilts his head in faux wonder as his grip on your throat relents and he places a bruising kiss there instead.

“Please don’t tease me.” Your eyes are pleading, crumbling in a way that you hope is enough to convey your need. In a way that you hanker is enough to feed his ego just so he’ll spare you. Hyunjin only smiles at you, mean and cruel as his thumb strokes over your cheek.

“didn’t you just tell me you’re mine?” you nod incessantly, yearning for his approval.

“Then be a good girl for me and take it, mhm?” your head lolls to the side in defeat, your whole chest enveloped with warmth at the brush of his lips against yours and it’s soon replaced with his index and middle finger, prodding your bottom lip.

“Open.” His voice drips in dominance, your eyes blink at him obediently before you’re opening your mouth and taking his fingers inside. Hyunjin swallows thickly, eyes lidded as he stares at you, feels the way your tongue swirls around his digits.

“Fuck look at you.” You stare back at him, unrelenting and he almost lets himself deviate at your extant.

“Wish that was my cock in your mouth yeah?” his eyes hover over your lips, filled to the brim with lust and voice breathy, low, and more than anything validating when he sounds as needy as you are. You close your eyes in bliss, moaning around his fingers as the images of what he said flash in your mind. It has you tripping over the edge, your core drips completely soaking the fabric of your panties.

Hyunjin doesn’t say anything as he takes his fingers out, your pouty lips and glazed eyes call for him and he follows as if he’s under a spell. Pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth and he swallows every sweet sound. Pines for another part of you to keep inside of him.

He leans back, watches in satisfaction the way you surrender yourself to him, fully.

He bunches the rest of very little fabric of your night dress and rid it all the way up exposing the lacy material that’s dripping with the mess of your cunt.

He moves to take your panties off, takes his sweet time to slide the fabric down your smooth legs. You’re spreading your legs for him almost shamelessly, pathetic in your need for him and he’s all but drunk on his ego when he looks at the mess on your puffy pussy. His brushes his thumb between your folds, his eyes imploring naughtily into yours.

“How bad do you want it?” His smirk is almost evil, entranced by you and the way your expression falls, eyebrows dropping and the way your eyes fill prettily with tears, resembles the moon and Hyunjin is nothing but a follower.

“S-so bad,” you whimper, voice on the edge of broken and Hyunjin only tsks, causing your heart to sink.

“Say it like you mean it.” He’s stern and you whine.

“Hyunjin please,” your tears trail over your cheeks like rain on his heart, in the sweetest way, he wonders what is this addicting sugary fondness that covers everything you do under his watching eyes. His heart is in his throat when he leans over you, wishing to repay your sweetness while pressing kisses that are nowhere close, to your tears.

“Shh come on, I know you can do it.”

“Please fuck me,” you writhe under him, your entire body prickles in heat “please I want you so bad.” Hyunjin rewards you with a soft smile, a loving kiss pressing to your cheek “good girl.” His breath tickles you, heart swelling in your chest and the need to please him takes over, driving you right into complete submission. It has you melting on your sheets when his digits finally sink into your warm, wet pussy. Your mouth falls open in a moan, hips rutting against his fingers for more.

You feel it all the over your body, in your veins and running alongside your blood is nothing but a need for him, a longing for the boy you had loved ever since you were sixteen and even now, moons later you’re only ever plunged deeper into this love. Like he had stolen you away and locked you up.

Hyunjin watches you like a hawk, burns the vision of you under him behind his eyelids, wishes to see you every time he closes his eyes. He draws his fingers back, eyeing the way in which your pussy grips them before pushing his fingers forward, your back arches off the bad, mouth spilling sweet mewls and whines. It has his own mouth agape, high on your voice.

“can’t wait to feel you on my cock.” He mummers, absentmindedly and eyes focused on your cunt. He adds a third finger just to see it slowly stretch around his fingers, just to feel you fall apart and thrust your hips forward, wildly in uncontrollable need that takes over you and for him, only ever for him. It’s the telltale of your approaching orgasm, chasing after it. But Hyunjin is a selfish asshole that swears to break you over and over again. Your high is ruthlessly ripped away from you, leaving you with a cry of frustration, more hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

His gaze is dark upon you, heavy and lidded as he brings his fingers to his mouth, closing his pinked lips around them in vaunt. Your tears are marring your eyesight, chest heaving, and you whimper when he moans as if to savor your taste. The sound has you soaking your sheets.

“Please, Hyunjin...”

He stays quiet, his own patience wearing thinner and thinner the more you cry, His expression serious and hungry as he unties the drawstring to his grey sweatpants. He’s impatient, needing you close, so he quickly frees his cock from the shackles of his boxers. He hovers over you, his palm rests next your head, using the other to guide his length between your folds, using you to wet his cock.

Your mouth falls open in mewl, hips bucking and hole clenching in anticipation “Please,” you whimpered pathetically, your arms locking behind his neck. Your touch burns him and sets his heart on fire. He stills, as if he’s captivated by you. His mind was swirling with only the image of you, the smell of you engulfs him. The air is stagnant, the lust surrounding you deepens, fades into love that dances between you two. A dance of temptation to watch which one of you two will fall first.

And it’s always him.

When he takes your lips into his he feels like a prisoner who has been deprived of the light for so long, a yearning so deep in his soul that suddenly devours him whole and snaps when he sinks himself into you, let himself drown in you and you welcome him like he’s coming back home. Right where he belongs, the feeling of your wet walls that swallow him whole has him breaking your kiss, throwing his head back with pleasurable groan as his hips drive into you.

“Fuck waited so long for this,” he slurs, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and onto you. You who’s nothing but a withering mess under him, you who’s sobbing uncontrollably into his skin and manicured nails digging crescent into his back, leaving yourself all over him.

Hyunjin basks in your kitten like whimpers, in the way you look, your tears that are only ever for him, the clenching of your walls around him has tipping over the edge of insanity. Losing himself in the existence of you, he begins to thrust into you faster, harder, deeper.

“J-Jinnie,” It has your eyes rolling back, mouth agape as your moans are buried within the sheets when you bury your head into your shoulder, drooling all over the silk. The sensation almost too good, pleasure rakes over your body and Hyunjin finds himself following you once again, lost in the waves of your pleasure, he grabs your hand to center himself, entwining his fingers with yours “yeah? Feels good?” his whispers dances along the side of your face, dipping to your neck to litter bruising kisses. Promises of marks for you to remember this night for a little while.

You could only nod, incapable of making a coherent sentence and Hyunjin snaps his hips forward, forces his cock deep inside you “so fucking warm this fucking cunt is mine yeah?” he groans, grinding his pelvis against yours and you cry out, back arching impossibly higher into him, the fabric of your night dress burns your skin “yes! Yes!” his filthy words travel deep inside your core, and warmth spreads inside you, a familiar knot starts to form in your stomach. He looks down at your flushed face, with your mouth heavy and your eyes wet, he finds himself wishing once again he had his phone to take a picture of this specific moment, a picture of you being wrecked by him so he could jerk off to it later.

How does he still want you so badly when he’s inside of you?

You mewl when he grinds you into you, right in your sweet spot, it has your walls clenching around him tighter as your orgasm approaches “you’re gonna cum for me pretty? Mhm?” He rasped out, listening to how wet you were. You don’t answer him, your swollen lips are busy spilling endless pretty sounds that add fuel to his fire, drilling into you just to hear you again and again. He fucked into you like you’ve unlocked a different part of him.

“g-gonna c-cum Jinnie.” You whimper, a buzz reached every inch of you, your muscles tensing, and your stomach tightens.

“Cum all over me baby. All over my cock.” He growls with a bated breath, hips stuttering as his own orgasm approaches him like a tempest, colors explode behind his eyelids and your voice rings in his ears as he fucks you through your orgasm and through his. You felt your cunt gushing around him while he spilled himself into you to complete the process of tainting you, he’s got all of you now.

You close your eyes, overpowered by the exhaustion of your body that you don’t get to linger in because Hyunjin is all over you again, in the throbbing between your legs, the skipping beats of your heart and his lips on yours. Capturing them in a sweet kiss, fond, that renders you breathless when he pulls back to stare at you, his hand squeezes yours with dripping affection.

“I love you.” His own words take him by surprise, had jumped from his heart right to his mouth and spilled right into your face without his permission. A complete betrayal. That sends him into panic, all the pages he had written about doing this the right way rips itself in front of him. They stare at him in defeat.

You fall into a similar surprise, the words echo in your ears and travel down to your chest, has your heart stopping for a mere minute as if you had gone dead for a moment. A moment when those words had come out of his mouth. Your silence makes his stomach twist in sick knots, eyebrows furrowing as he asses you in a tentative dance of your eye contact.

“You don’t have to say anything back. It just slipped i- “

“I love you too, Hyunjin.” Your tears come back like a rain flood, descending gently upon your cheeks, and stabbing at his heart painfully, his thumbs wipe at them gently, a hesitant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as if his reality and dreams interweave leaving him in a daze. A hue of greying clouds separates and there’s only you.

There’s only you and he’s not entailed to keep looking for you everywhere he goes. You’re here, you never left.

“You do?” he asks, yearning. Hope comes in and takes over every glint in his eyes and your tears somehow multiply, spreading their salty pain through your already aching soul. The graveyard that you had in your heart blooms into lilies instead. Resembles the upcoming spring, the peaches in his scent that clings to your body now, and the warm tinges of pink on his cheeks.

A sense of fatality gripped you, and you pray like a hopeless tragedy for more time. Just a little more time.

“There’s not a day that goes by without me loving you, Hyunjin.”

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Eddie is high. He isn't sure he's ever been as high as he currently is, though he just wants to get even more high.

The stress of the Upside Down, being charged for murder, almost dying, being arrested only to be released because he isn't being charged for muder, everyone still thinking he's a murderer, but with the added twist of thinking he caused the earthquake/Vecna opening the gates, having to go back to fight Vecna again…

Eddie hasn't been able to relax at all, which is why he's currently getting stoned out of his mind. He's pointedly ignoring the concern Steve has been aiming at him, trying to act like he can't hear him when he repeatedly asks if it's safe for Eddie to be having that much, or mixing what he is.

He risks glancing over at him. He ends up staring. Which isn't surprising, Steve has always been magnetic to Eddie. He currently sees no reason to pretend like he isn't staring though, offering a smile when Steve catches him. Eddie smiles wider when Steve blushes. It's sweet, a pretty look on him.

He's reaching out without meaning too, surprising himself when he spots his hand brushing Steves cheek. His skin is smoother than he expected. Steve looks frozen, confused. But Eddie has already started touching him, doesn't see any reason to stop now.

"You're really pretty," Eddies voice is hushed.

His fingers trace the growing pink on his cheeks, following the blush up his cheekbones until he's cupping his cheek. Gently rubs his thumb across his cheek, feeling the warmth. It matches the lovely warmth in his chest.

"So, so… so pretty. Pretty boy." Eddie moves his hands to his hair, gently brushing his fingers through it so he doesn't mess it up. It looks great, it's soft, losing none of its bounce under the attention. "You're perfect, huh. Perfect, pretty boy."

"Ok," Steve clears his throat. "You've definitely had enough. I thought you had a better tolerance than this."

"Nooo," Eddie whines when Steve gets up, starts putting his weed and shit back where he'd pulled it out from, packing it up neatly.

"Stevie, come back, I was having a moment."

Steve barks out a laugh, looking round at him with a raised eyebrow. "Sure, yeah, you were."

"Please come back?" Eddie gives him best attempt at puppy dog eyes, tilting his head a little and outstretching his arms, making grabby hands at him. "I jus' wanna cuddle."

Steve sighs, trying to act like it's a chore. But, as soon as he's within range, Eddie grabs him and yanks him down. He yelps, landing half in Eddies lap, flushing. Eddie just wraps his arms around him, humming happily, gently rubbing Steves back.

"Needy," Steve mutters. He doesn't sound as angry as he aims for and, even if he did, it's immediately undermined by how he relaxes. How he curls up more against Eddie, tucking his face into his neck.

"This is nice," Eddie smiles. "We should do this more."

"What, cuddle?"

"Noooo, hang out! You're like, super cool now, Stevie. Not like high school, like actually cool. It's so great to- to, like, see that!"

"Thanks Eddie."

They stay like that for the rest of the night- even when Steve gets up to put a movie on, goes straight back to that spot and lets Eddie pull him back down. He just hopes that Eddie doesn't regret being so physically affectionate once he sobers up.

But, when morning does come, Eddie flushes when he realizes that they're still curled up together on the couch. That they'd fallen asleep like that and, not only have they ended up more tangled up together, but Steve has somehow ended up completely on top of him.

When Steve yawns, lifts his head, he beams at him. He looks so bright and happy. It makes Eddies heart skip a beat, both with the almost painful amount of affection but also with hope- that maybe Steve, at the very least, wants to be close friends.

Although, Eddie slowly realizes, that doesn't explain the blush. He's seen people drape themselves all over Steve and he never blushes or get embarrassed. Maybe there is hope after all.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ficlet #fluffifc

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eiightysixbaby · 7 months

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wrapped in red

jonathan byers x fem!reader

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18+ only - sickeningly sweet fluff (I’m not kidding it’s disgusting don’t say I didn’t warn you), they’re just so in love, unprotected p in v, creampie. this is not proofread I wrote it so fast so if u see any mistakes mind ur business.

“Tilt it a little to the left…”

Jonathan’s arm reaches back up to the star on top of the tree, fingers gently pushing it in the appropriate direction. The ladder creaks as he shifts his weight on it, the wooden steps groaning under his socked feet.

“Okay, now just ever so slightly forward,” you direct, motioning towards yourself with a curl of your finger. He follows your instruction, looking at you for approval.

You frown, backing up further to really get a good look at the whole tree. Your face scrunches in dissatisfaction. “I don’t know, it just doesn’t look quite right…” you tilt your head, thinking.

He climbs down from his perch, walking towards you and standing directly behind you as his arms snake around your waist to hold you against him. “Looks pretty,” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose in your hair as he plants a kiss to the side of your head. “Doesn’t have to be completely perfect, it looks great no matter what.”

“Are you sure?” you turn to him, pouting.

“Positive. It’s a beautiful tree, cause it’s ours.” He believes that, he really does, but he also knows he couldn’t have gotten that star to look any straighter if he tried.

Not that he minds. Your attention to detail only makes him love you even more.

You ponder this over, eventually deciding he’s right. It is a beautiful tree. “Yeah, it’s ours,” you say, a smile creeping up on your face. “Now we can get started on the ornaments,” you say, changing your tune as you beam at him.

He melts at the way your eyes light up, finding it so cute how excited you get for the holidays. You squirm out of his grasp, giving him a kiss before you start sifting through the first box of ornaments. Shiny red baubles are plucked from the box, and he watches as you place each one on the tree with careful consideration. You coo at an ornament Joyce had given you, one that Jonathan made as a craft project as a kid. There’s clumps of dried glue that could only be the product of a child’s eager hands squeezing the bottle too hard, and you laugh as you hold it up for him to see.

“What’re you laughing for? That was my magnum opus,” he grins at you, walking to where you are and wrapping his arms around you once more.

His eyes hold nothing but affection when they meet yours, his smile so sweet.

“Babe,” you giggle, “we’re never going to get this done if you don’t let me go,” you wriggle in his grip, pretending like you’re so inconvenienced. He knows you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

“Maybe I just want to hold you a little bit longer,” he muses, leaning down to catch your lips in a kiss.

“What’s gotten into you?” you ask, smiling against his lips.

“Just can’t believe we finally have our own place together. That this is my life now,” he says, tilting his head in the direction of the tree.

You set his homemade ornament down, bringing your hands up to his face to cup his cheeks. “Feels weird, right?” you ask him, humming softly when he brushes his nose against yours.

“Yeah, but in the best way,” he assures, his eyes half-lidded as he leans in for another kiss, lips ghosting over yours until you’re the one fully closing the distance; impatient.

His hands move to the small of your back, pressing you entirely against him as he deepens the kiss. His mouth moves against yours so tenderly, yet you can feel the need behind it all.

“Jonathan…” you breathe, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes.

It’s all you need to say. He doesn’t need anything else before he’s walking you back to the loveseat that sits in the corner of the room. He’s barely sat down when you’re straddling his lap, knees on either side of his hips, pressing into the cushion. Big hands find their way to the hem of your sweater, your arms raising as he tugs the garment off of you. His mouth finds the curve of your breasts, kissing the swells of flesh where they sit in your bra.

Head thrown back, you moan up to the ceiling, his lips sucking softly on your delicate skin. He’s getting hard, you can feel it, and you’re desperate to have him. You grind down on him, eliciting a muttered curse from under his breath. Your fingers undo the button on his pants, working the zipper down right after as his mouth seeks out your own. One, two, three quick kisses are pressed to your lips before you’re shifting, undressing from the waist down and watching as he does the same. You straddle his bare thighs, taking in the sight of his cock that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of. It’s already leaking for you, ready and waiting.

“Please,” he murmurs, kissing your jawline and up to your earlobe. “Need you.”

Gripping the base of him gently, you line him up with your entrance before you sink slowly down onto him. Gasping when his tip parts your folds, spreading you open. His fingers dig into your hips, not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he has no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

You whine, high pitched and pretty once every inch of him is concealed inside you, your brain already fuzzy with ecstasy. His face is lit up by the glow from the lights on the tree, his eyes studying your face intently, catching every change of expression. Everything about the moment is soft and sweet, your body bouncing slowly on his lap, arousal dripping from you and coating him completely.

He buries his face in your neck, lips kissing the skin between his heavy breaths. “You’re so perfect, god I love you so much,” he says quietly, making you moan as his cock hits the perfect spot. The words don’t even really need to be spoken, the love is simply felt. It hangs in the air, inviting and welcome. Yet he says them anyways, and you’d certainly never complain. “Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” he continues, his hands firmly squeezing your ass as you continue to rock your hips.

The more you start to unravel, the more he takes control, fucking up into you so slowly — savoring every single second. Nothing is fast, nothing is rough, it’s not even vulgar. That can wait, for another time and another day. Fingers stroke your cheek gently, his lips curling into a smile at the way your mouth opens in a silent moan.

“So pretty, you’re so so pretty,” he says, punctuating his sentence with another deep thrust. “Prettiest fucking girl,” he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Can’t get enough of you,” another kiss, lingering this time, his tongue slipping past your lips.

You accept it gladly, whining into his open mouth as your tongues swirl around each other. You pull away briefly. “I love—” you start to say, but then he’s chasing your lips, begging for more. “Love you too—” you gasp as his hips start to move just a bit faster. “So much, Jonathan.”

Your forehead rests on his, your mouth hung open as you moan for him. He loves your pretty sounds, loves the way you tense up around his cock when the pad of his finger starts to rub circles on your clit. He can’t tear his eyes away, watching the way your chest heaves with your ragged breaths and how your eyebrows furrow in pure pleasure. He’s more than ready to cum, he just needs to make sure you are, too. Your noises get even higher in pitch, airier as you dangle on the edge of your release.

“Come on, sweet girl, cum for me,” he coos, impossibly delicate in your ear and it’s all you need to unravel.

The second your walls start fluttering around him, he’s spilling his load into you, moaning your name over and over like a mantra as you squeeze every drop from him. Your body goes slack, leaning into him once you’ve completely ridden out your high. Instantly his hands wrap around your back, holding you as close to him as he possibly can. He sits warm and still inside of you, and you welcome the feeling of being so full. You don’t want to move, don’t want to be completely out of this moment quite yet.

As if reading your mind, he pulls the blanket out from behind him, where it was resting over the back of the chair. He wraps it around you, letting you slump fully against him, your eyes heavy with impending sleep. You both look out the window, watching as the snow falls silently to the ground, adding to the blanket of white that already rests there.

“I love this life with you,” Jonathan murmurs into your hair, his lips smushed to the top of your head.

A pleased hum leaves your body, snuggling closer to him. He doesn’t need you to say anything back, he already knows how you feel.

You’re certain life has never been better than this, as you listen to Jonathan’s breathing and the quiet ticking of the clock on the mantle. Tomorrow, your home will be filled with your friends. Laughter and joy will radiate off of the walls that already harbor so much love. You will welcome them in to the space that is yours, yours with Jonathan, and they will leave and it will still be yours. There’s no rush to finish the tree, the rest of the ornaments can wait till the morning. None of this is going anywhere, it will all be here for you when you wake. Your eyes shut as your head rests against Jonathan’s chest.

Right before you drift into sleep, you think about that star. How it kept moving a little to the left or a little to the right, as if its crookedness could ever take away from the perfection that is this home. That is this life, with Jonathan.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x fem!reader #jonathan byers smut #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers fanfic #jonathan byers fanfiction

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thus-spoke-lo · 1 year

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Worth the Wait || Sanji Vinsmoke x f!reader || NSFW [minors DNI]

CW: bratty afab!reader (no pronouns used for reader); soft dom/sub undertones; teasing; light spanking; begging; vaginal intercourse WC: 2.7k AO3 Link

A cook’s job was never done—certainly not aboard the Sunny, and definitely not after a dinner as lavish as the one that had been served this evening, where Sanji managed outdo himself yet again, to the surprise of absolutely no one. He let out an extended sigh as he examined the mess in the kitchen before rolling up his shirtsleeves, ready to dive into returning his kitchen to its normal splendor. He kept his head down, diligently scrubbing each plate to a sparkling sheen, struggling to pretend not to notice that you were still lingering in the dining room. He glanced up every now and again to watch you dragging your feet across the floor, arms crossed tightly over your chest, loudly huffing and puffing to attract his attention. Everything in him told him to set the pots and pans aside—they could surely wait a little while longer—and fall to his knees to give you all the attention you so clearly needed, to take you right there on the hardwood floors, worshipping every inch of you like you so rightfully deserved.

There was something awfully charming though, Sanji thought, at the sight of you restlessly trying to catch his eye, not wanting to say out loud all the filthy things you wanted him to do you, hoping that your displays of impatience would be enough to lure him away from his duties. He hated to admit that it was working, and he cleared his throat as he set a clean dish to the side, realizing he was gripping it so tightly it might break under his grasp. He felt his cock twitching in his slacks, and took a deep breath to try to calm himself—he couldn’t give into you all of the time, he told himself, lest he spoil you with his affection.

You had clearly had enough waiting around for the moment, however, and Sanji turned to see you sauntering into the kitchen, your skirted hips swinging with every step. Without a word, you hopped up on his sparkling, freshly-cleaned counter, swinging your bare legs and batting your lashes at him, your expression begging him to set down the dishrags for if only for a moment. He felt his eye twitch as you settled yourself on the just-scrubbed surface, but he quickly softened at the sight of you and how your pretty skirt laid so softly on your plush thighs.

“My love, I’m almost done,” he said as he made his way over to you. “Just a little longer, okay?”

“But I miss you, Sanji,” you pouted, tilting your head.

He set his hands on your knees and pushed them apart so he could slot himself between them. “Well I’m right here, sweet thing, no need to miss me.”

“No, I mean I miss you, miss you.”

He smirked and took ahold of your wrist, guiding your hand down to the bulge in the front of his trousers. “You miss me or you miss this?”

You beamed at him sweetly as you pressed your palm into him, feeling him pulse under your touch. “Can’t it be both?”

Sanji exhaled sharply, feeling all the air push out of his lungs as you gently massaged him. “I’m all yours in just a little while, my sweet, just let me finish cleaning up first.”

You looked at him with a soul-crushing sadness in your eyes, one that made his heart ache but his cock ache more, as you slowly dragged your hand away from his clothed cock. “But Sanji, I’ve been so lonely all day.”

“I know I’ve been neglecting you, my pet,” he cooed, lovingly stroking your cheek with his thumb, “but I’ll be done soon, I promise. Just wait a little longer.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him into you, your fingers gripping his tie to hold him in place. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?”

Sanji almost choked on his tongue when he felt the warm heat of your cunt pressing against his midsection. “M-my love, what are you doing?”

You leaned up and kissed along his jaw, nipping at his neck. “Just trying to change your mind, handsome.”

“Mmm, you really are impatient aren’t you, my little minx?” he groaned, the softness of your lips sending jolts of pleasure down his spine. You were becoming a pleasant distraction from the clutter in the kitchen, and it took every ounce of composure he possessed not to bend you over the counter and fuck you amongst the dirty dishes.

“Just a bit,” you whispered, your warm breath like heaven against his skin. “Can’t the dishes wait just a little longer, love? Don’t you want to make me feel good?”

“Oh my darling,” he groaned as he wrapped one lithe arm around your waist, his hand snaking its way up the back of your shirt. “You know that’s all I want in life is to fuck you into a state of exquisite ecstasy whenever you wish. But—”

“But? But what?” you interrupted.

“But,” he continued, his voice low and heavy with lust, “the more you whine, the longer I’ll just have to make you wait.”

You leaned back, gasping in mock surprise. “Sanji. Are you telling me you can resist me?”

He sighed, smiling softly as he raised an eyebrow at you. “I do spoil you, don’t I, my sweet? Giving you this cock whenever you want?”

“You certainly do,” you purred, running your finger up the length of his arm.

He paused and chewed on his lower lip for a moment. “Well, perhaps it’s time I taught you some patience then.”

“What do you mean?”

He wrenched himself out of your wicked grasp, and leaned against the counter behind him, crossing his arms. “Get up. Go stand at the end of the table over there.”

“But—”

“No ‘buts,’ go hike up your skirt and bend over the table, and wait there for me like a good pet.”

You stared at him, mouth agape, eyebrows raised high. Sanji was as shocked as you at the words that came out of his mouth; he couldn’t remember a time where he’d so much as denied you a kiss, let alone kept you from pleasuring yourself on his cock, but something stirred in him as he ordered you out of the kitchen. If giving into your every whim and desire was fun, surely making you wait until you were desperate and needy and insatiable for him would make things even more exciting. His heart thrummed in his chest as he watched you traipse leisurely out of the kitchen, slowly pulling up your skirt inch by torturous inch as you moved, exposing more and more of your luscious ass as you walked. You arrived at the end of the dining table closest to the kitchen, and exaggeratedly leaned forward, placing your palms flat on the surface.

“Like this?” you inquired, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Watch your tone, darling,” Sanji growled, “or there’ll be consequences.”

You grinned mischievously. “Sounds like fun.”

“Maybe for me.” He smirked, walking back over to the sink. “I want to see those legs spread, too.”

Your shoes squeaked against the wood floor as you shuffled your legs apart. “Better?”

“That’s much better.” He picked up a plate and his dishrag, and tried to return his attention to cleaning, despite the raging erection that strained the fabric of his pants. “Now, you be good and wait there for me.”

He steeled himself as he resumed his duties, telling himself over and over again he was doing what was best for you, his voracious little vixen. You could both stand to learn the lesson of delayed gratification, and he reminded himself that the longer he made you stand there, the longer he made you pose for him in agonized silence with your pussy on display, ready and waiting, the more and more ravenous your hunger would be when he was finally ready to give you exactly what you desired.

“Sanji…”

“Hm? What’s that?” He slowed his dish-drying to a near-halt as he glanced up at you, his poor, pathetic darling. “Did you want something?”

“You know what I want,” you murmured, winding your hips as you spoke.

He quickly lowered his gaze back to the counter. “Then do as you’re told and you’ll have it.”

“But—can’t you hurry up?”

“The more you whine,” he said firmly, “the slower I’ll go.”

“Fine,” you grumbled, extending the word out into multiple syllables to show your frustration.

He chuckled to himself as he listened to you grouse and whimper some more before you finally quieted yourself, finally seeming to accept that no matter how much you stamped your feet and demanded his affection, you simply weren’t going to receive it until Sanji had decided it was time. He refused to look at you, knowing he would leap over the counter at the sight of you suffering and rush to provide you whatever it was you wanted and needed to relieve yourself of the ache you so clearly felt in your core. He was reaching the bottom of his well of patience, his need for you becoming ever more maddening, a roiling fire burning deep within him that only you could quench.

Sanji finally allowed himself a peek at you while he finished the last of the dishes, setting them aside to dry. You were near-silent, your breathing steady, as you held yourself in position and looked down at the table. He felt himself swell at the sight of you, so compliant and so docile for him; he reached down and palmed himself through his trousers at the spectacle of your submission, wondering just how far he could push you, just what you’d be willing to do for him in the pursuit of pleasure. Tonight, however, was not the night for exploring boundaries, as he was nearly feverish with his desire for you and wanted nothing more than to finally give you what you’d both been longing for.

“You did so well, love,” he cooed as he walked towards you. “So patient for me.”

You laughed quietly, your gaze still on the table. “Did I have much of a choice?”

He sidled up behind you, laying one warm hand on your ass cheek, your skin cool to the touch. “You are being such a brat tonight, my sweet. Something gotten into you?”

“No,” you murmured as you swayed your hips back and forth. “Just need you so much, Sanji. It’s not fair you made me wait.”

“Oh? It’s not fair, huh?” He bit his lip, gazing down at the perfection that was your lush backside. “I’ll show you what’s fair.”

Sanji steadied himself, running his hand over the tantalizing curve of your ass, before winding up and landing a sharp swat on your left cheek, feeling your skin ripple under his palm.

You kicked your leg up at the sting, almost grazing him. “Sanji, that hurt!”

“What? You gonna whine about it?” he challenged, sinking his fingers into the meat of your hips, so hard he could almost see the bruises blooming.

You whipped your head around to look at him, and his heart nearly thumped out of his ribcage at the sight of your lust-blown eyes: you were enjoying every moment of this. “What if I do?”

“Oh yeah?” He landed another sharp swat on your right cheek, then alternated one more on each, feeling himself throbbing with every smack, nearly drooling at how your body quaked under his firm hand. “Had enough?”

You pushed yourself back against him, started to grind desperately against his clothed erection. “Sanji, please, I can’t take this anymore, won’t you please fuck me?”

He leaned over you, his chest pressed against you, pinning you down to the table. “I want you to beg for it.”

“Please Sanji, won’t you fuck me?” You started to quake under him, your chest heaving as tears started to well in your eyes. “I was so good and I waited and I waited just like you told me, and now I want you to fuck me.”

“Again,” he rumbled into your ear, letting more of his mass settle on you, until you were completely flat against the table. “Like you mean it.”

“Please, Sanji, I need your cock in me so bad,” you keened through staccato breaths, body writhing rhythmically under his weight. “Just please, please take me, I can’t stand it anymore. I need you so fucking much, don’t make me wait anymore.”

He kissed the nape of your neck, ran his fingers softly over your hip and up your side. “Well since you asked so nicely, how could I say no?”

He stood up and hastily undressed, finally freeing his aching cock from the confines of his slacks. He palmed his length with one hand, watching the head swell, as he dragged two fingers up the length of your slit. A depraved moan escaped him as he felt the copious slick drenching his fingertips; he was almost taken aback but just how well you had responded to him, how absolutely soaked you were from his perverse punishment.

“My darling,” he whispered hoarsely, “if I’m not mistaken, I’d say you enjoyed being made to wait for me, hm?”

No words formed, only a fervent nod of your head and a soft whimper, as you slowly moved your hips from side to side, tempting him, practically calling him home to the heaven between your legs. He ran the pulsing head of his cock along your folds, coating himself in your wetness, before eagerly plunging into you, pushing himself inside as far as he could, groaning obscenely at the feeling of the sweet warmth surrounding him. Sanji was a man who loved to take his time with you, to make love to you and bathe you in pleasure, drown you in tenderness until you were a beautiful mess spread open on his mattress—but this was not the time for softness. He gripped your hips and pulled you against him, making sure you could feel every pulse and throb of his length, before sinking himself into you again and again with a wild intensity.

“Is this what you wanted, my sweet?” he growled, nearly delirious from the sensation of your walls fluttering around him with every impassioned thrust.

“So good,” you murmured repeatedly, barely audible over the lewd sounds of Sanji’s cock driving into your wet cunt over and over. You rocked yourself against him, your sweet whimpers slowly becoming loud, wanton moans, as he felt your body start to tense under his grasp, your muscles tightening and legs quaking. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Fuck yes, cum for me sweetheart,” he groaned, the thought of you taking your pleasure from him making him throb powerfully. He felt a strong clench around his length as you let out a euphoric sob, and you came in profound, pulsating spasms, your body twisting and bucking under him as you wailed. The hypnotic pulsing of your cunt around him was pulling him closer and closer to reaching his own pleasure. His hips snapped against you, his pace becoming more and more erratic and frenzied, unable to control how much he wanted—no needed—to cum in you after how long he’d waited, how long he’d stood there in the kitchen, his cock aching and an all-consuming fire burning away in his core, as he watched you become so magnificently needy for him. He dug his fingers into your soft flesh and panted, ecstasy in every breath, and let out a deep groan as sparks of pleasure rocketed through his body. With a great shudder, he poured himself into you, filing you entirely, pushing himself deeper into you until he felt it dripping out of your quivering cunt, coating both of you in a sticky mess of your mingled juices.

He collapsed on top of you, nuzzling against your neck as he tried to pull in lungfuls of air. “You alright, my love? Was I too rough with you?”

“Mm, no,” you uttered through labored breaths. “That was fun, I liked it.”

He grinned into the soft skin of your shoulder, feeling his softened cock twitch to life again at the possibilities. “Would you say it was worth the wait?”

“Always,” you sighed.

#i didn't quite make it in time for his birthday but almost ;)#sanji smut #sanji x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #blackleg sanji x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #lo writes

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livfastdieyoung69 · 5 months

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Can I have Edge x Fem reader with the prompt “Come lie with me, Let me hold you” + stomach kisses?

THE ADORATION BETWEEN LOVERS

It wasn’t often that y/n and Adam weren’t running the roads with the rest of the WWF roster, but with y/n’s recent injury caused from some barbed wire and many other things out of a pretty intense hardcore match and Christian, Adam’s very lovely tag team partner, also being out from a rough injury, the unlikely was actually happening.

But of course, Adam was as restless as he always is and had to leave y/n all to themselves, stuck in bed, to go to the gym. Usually his inability to stay in the same place for more than a couple hours was nice, because y/n had the same short attention span and gratefully went on all of his adventures with him, no complaints.

This situation, however, sucked. Forced to sit in bed- of course, they would love to lie in bed if they didn’t have to, but they had no other choice- and watch whatever shitty cable show was on tv sucked.

“Honey, I’m home!” Adam called, quickly making his way towards the bedroom and peaking through the door with a beaming smile.

“Took you long enough.” Y/n muttered, obviously quite annoyed.

“Don’t be mad at me! Y’know I can’t sit still.” His hand moved to nudge their thigh as he spoke, still pouting. A small smile graced y/n’s face, hand moving to grab his in a soft hold before he could take it away.

“M’not mad, just come lay with me. Let me hold you for a little bit, hm?” Adam didn’t respond with words, only carefully tumbled over them so as to not hurt them even further and to his side of the bed, before snuggling into their side and resting his head on their chest. “How was the gym?” He sighed at the question, relishing in the comfort of them before answering.

“It was alright. Just couldn’t stop thinking about you and Christian, how long ‘till you’ll be able to get back on the road again.” Adam mumbled into the, scooching farther down in search of a more comfy spot. Y/n giggled at him, pushing his hair away from his face as he settled in.

“Well, Christian should be back real soon, he wasn’t hurt too bad, thank god. And so will I, as soon as my stitches heal up.” At the mention of their injury, Adam looked down to the bandage right under his chin. His hand moved to grace their other hip in what could be considered a tickle if he had done it any firmer.

“Pretty gnarly, hm?” Noticing his attention focused down on the white fabric stretched around the stitches, taking up quite a lot of their lower abdomen up. Adam let out a soft laugh before quickly agreeing.

“Yeah, definitely. You’re pretty gnarly so nothing unexpected.”

“Hell yeah I am, baby.” Y/n said back, quite proud of their recklessness in the ring (and most of the times sometimes out of it). A nice silence took over, conversation no longer as the TV quietly took y/n’s attention but Adam continued looking down at their bandage.

“It doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asked after a while, looking up to them.

“Just a little bit. Nothin’ to worry over.” They muttered, still watching the TV, but now their hand moved to brush at his hair. A very pleasing, and welcomed kiss meets y/n’s abdomen, making them look down in surprise to find Adam staring back up, an audacious grin covering his face from ear to ear.

“Did a kiss make it any better?”

“Mmm…I can’t tell, think I could use a few more.” Adam instantly went back to work, pressing even more lovely kisses to their abdomen as carefully as he possibly could, the making it quite a bit harder.

Y/n's laughter filled the room, a sweet melody that seemed to drown out the worries and pain that lingered from the recent injuries. Adam continued showering their bandaged abdomen with gentle kisses, each one carrying an unspoken promise of care and affection.

"You're so silly." Y/n chuckled, the warmth of Adam's kisses actually working, easing at least some of the discomfort they had felt. "I appreciate the effort."

Adam looked up with the mischievous glint in his eyes, which seemed to be there quite often. "Well, I aim to please, my love."

The room fell into a comfortable silence, the TV once again background noise to the tender moments shared between them. Adam finally settled, resting his head on y/n's chest once more, fingers tracing absentminded patterns on their side, and they do the same to his back.

"I miss being on the road with you and Christian." Adam confessed, his voice a soft murmur against their skin.

Y/n sighed, fingers running through Adam's hair as they spoke, "I miss it too. But we'll be back out there soon. Doin’ what we love, with who we love."

Adam lifted his head to meet their gaze, a genuine smile playing on his lips. "Promise?"

Y/n nodded, the love in their eyes matching the affection reflected in Adam's. "Promise, baby."

I didn’t even mean to finish this, but shit was just flowing so I went with it! This request was cute as hell so thank you, this was so much fun to write <33 didn’t read it back tho so prolly a couple mistakes oopsies, sorry

#edge x reader #edge and christian #cant help but mention christian in everything #adam copeland #adam copeland x reader #liv writes;*!#two in two days?? who am i??

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fandomwriterstuff · 2 years

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To be the object of one’s affection

Steve harrington x fem!reader

2k words

fluff all fluff

Part 2 of to love and be loved

There’s nothing sweeter than my baby

I’d never want once from the cherry tree

Cause my baby’s sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissing me

Steve wondered what got him through the day before he met you. It wasn’t even Friday yet and every day you came in to chat with him. Every day your presence, or just the mere thought of you, helped him get through his work with a smile on his face.

When he woke up and thought about how he was a deadbeat former popular kid with a shitty part time job, he thought about how he wouldn’t have had a chance with you otherwise. He thought about your sweet smiles directed only at him, your scent wafting through the stale air of Family Video, your worn sneakers slapping on the ground (a sound he’d memorized at this point). Everything about you helped get him through the day.

Especially when his former high school friends came through to get movies and he had to keep up a stilted conversation with them. He knew they were talking behind his back and he didn’t want to care. He didn’t want it to affect him. But then again… maybe he didn’t deserve the chance you were giving him. His thoughts turned sour and dark. Maybe you were wrong to like him, maybe he wasn’t worth it.

But then you would walk in (finally Friday, and he had the early shift), and you would smile that pretty smile at him. He was resting his chin in his hand when you walked in and he sighed at the paperwork he was looking at before he heard the telltale sound of your shoes coming up to the counter.

“Hey, handsome,” your voice was soft, more timid than usual, and Steve looked up to see you. He was struck, he always was when he saw you. Your hair was perfect, not a stray piece out of place even in the summer humidity. Your clothes perfectly complimented your complexion and your eyes glittered like stars on a cloudless night. The sight of you nearly brought him to his knees, and he thought to himself: how have I attracted the attention of this goddess?

“Hey pretty girl,” Steve moved away from his paperwork to lean his elbows on the counter and bring himself closer to you. You mirrored him, elbows leaning on the counter and noses only a few inches apart. “What brings you into Family Video today?” He asked, gazing over at you with nothing but affection in his eyes.

“Just came to see you,” you breathed the words and his brittle heart nearly melted at the thought that you’d come to see him every day this week. “And make sure we’re still on for tonight.”

“Definitely,” Steve murmured, fingers itching to grasp yours. They were only a few centimeters away. He indulged himself a little, letting his thumb brush over your knuckles before pulling away to stand at his full height. “I would never miss out on a date with a girl as pretty and kind as you,” you flushed under his attention, eyelashes kissing your cheeks as you looked down, and he felt a soft sort of pride. He wanted to make you feel wanted, to tell you how pretty and smart and kind you were. He wanted you to know he held you in the highest possible regard.

“Then I’ll see you later,” you beamed at him and blew him a kiss. Before you turned around he mimed catching it and tucking it into his pocket for later. He was rewarded with your giggles and a little wave before you left him alone again.

“That was adorable. I want to throw up,” Robin fake gagged as she walked through the door for the afternoon shift.

Steve scoffed and stuck his tongue out at his best friend before going back to the paperwork in front of him.

“You’re just jealous because I have a date and you’re still pining,” he teased and Robin whacked him on the arm with a tape.

“Rude.” She was only answered with Steve’s laughs, nothing could ruin this day for him.

When he picked you up, you’d changed from before and this time you had a shiny lipgloss on. The night was warm but he knew it would get cool later, which was why he was wearing a light jacket (to give it to you later when the night air chilled your skin).

“You look beautiful,” Steve was trying to ignore his nerves, but once you were both in the car and he was sitting next to the most beautiful creature on the earth… well he couldn’t be blamed for feeling nervous. You were just so good.

“Thank you, Steve,” you ran your hands down your skirt-clad thighs and knotted your fingers together. In an instant he realized that maybe you were just as nervous as him. “You look as handsome as ever,” your words were quiet and Steve smiled over at you before pulling out and making his way to the ice cream parlour.

He let you pick the music from his collection of tapes and (though his heart was pounding against his rib cage) he reached over with his free hand to link his fingers with yours. It had been quite some time since Steve held hands with a girl and his heart was warmed by the feeling of you squeezing his hand in excitement when you arrived.

You got the same thing as him: vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles, claiming you had to try his favorite in order to see if it was really better than movies.

“Movie starts at dusk, maybe we should head over?” Steve wondered aloud, licking his ice cream thoughtfully as the two of you sat across from each other on one of those shitty wooden bench tables.

“You won’t mind eating ice cream in your car?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“I wouldn’t want to miss the beginning of the movie,” he smiled and nodded towards his car. “Come on, I have napkins in the glove compartment, just in case.”

You smiled and bounced over to his car, the whole ride very carefully eating your ice cream and trying not to drip it anywhere. It was endearing, Steve thought as he ate his one-handed while driving.

“I love Indiana Jones,” you admitted once you’d parked and Steve had set a little blanket on the grass and the two of you were seated shoulder to shoulder. Were it colder, the two of you would have stayed in the car but without the center console in the way, Steve could be as close as he wanted. That meant he could brush his fingers down your arm and sit comfortably with his arm around your waist.

“I’ve only seen the first one,” Steve spoke quietly, not wanting to be louder than the movie audio. You gasped dramatically, and Steve chuckled at your antics.

“You’re going to love Temple of Doom. It’s a prequel to Raiders of the Lost Ark. And I hear they’re going to film a third!” You were so excited that Steve couldn’t help but feel the same. He did really enjoy the adventures of Indiana Jones, and the action and adventure were tempered by romance and history. A great combo for a date.

When the movie started you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder, though Steve’s heart could barely take it. It was rabbit-fast as the heat of your body mixed with his, your perfume filling his nose. The fabric of your shirt was soft under his fingers, and Steve absentmindedly drew patterns over it as the movie played on.

His time to shine came when the intermission between movies started and you excused yourself to use the restroom. He sipped on the soda you’d been sharing, and when you came back there was a slight breeze.

Sitting back down beside Steve, you rubbed your hands up and down your goosebumped arms.

“Probably should have planned for the weather, huh?” You asked with a self-deprecating smile.

“Here,” Steve shrugged out of his now-warm jacket and helped you slide your arms into the sleeves. He was wearing a long sleeve shirt underneath so he wouldn’t be cold either. “Better?” He asked, and you got caught staring into his eyes, pleased with the soft adoration you saw there.

“Much,” you snuggled into the warmth, inhaling the scent of him and tucking yourself back into his side. It would be a few minutes until the second film started and you filled it with small talk, asking Steve about his friends and work and what he’d been up to since high school other than scooping ice cream and selling movies. Steve answered each of your questions, full of wonder at the fact that you seemed to actually care about what he was saying.

The arm that was wrapped around your shoulders reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear and Steve’s heart stuttered when you looked up at him, the moonlight illuminating your glowing skin.

“Steve, are you going to kiss me, or not?” You asked, trying to be mischievous, but the words came out breathy and soft.

“Only if you want me to,” he leaned in, nose barely brushing against yours and fingers cupping your jaw, the gentle pressure making your eyes flutter shut.

“I would like that,” you whispered and without any more hesitation, Steve’s lips were on yours. He was a gentle and giving kisser, you thought, though not at all tentative. He knew what he was doing. In the minutes that passed, with the cover of his car protecting you from prying eyes, Steve kissed you senseless. He was a fast learner and picked up on what you liked most and what had your lips parting and cheeks reddening. He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger as he leaned back and smiled at you. You were slow to open your eyes, having just been on the receiving end of Steve’s skillful kisses and gentle hands.

“Wow,” you breathed once you’d blinked a few times and caught your breath.

“I could kiss you all day,” Steve murmured with heavy-lidded eyes. He brushed his thumb over the curve of your jaw and got lost in your eyes.

“I would let you,” you replied, timid but happy. “But you have to pay attention to Temple of Doom since you’ve never seen it,” you giggled and Steve pouted.

“But we’ve just kissed for the first time and it was magical and I want to do it some more,” he pleaded with soft eyes, but you only smiled and tucked yourself back into his side.

“The movie is starting, Steve. Better pay attention. There will be a quiz,” you joked and he chuckled. Though you quieted when he wrapped his arm around you again and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You were a little shocked but very pleased with how touchy and sweet Steve was, and couldn’t have imagined your first date going any better.

Steve’s heart finally stopped pounding and he relaxed a few minutes into the second movie, finding himself engaged and interested in what was happening on the screen. Though part of his attention was always on you: fingers drawing shapes on your waist or pressing kisses to the side of your head or squeezing you when something scary or gross happened on screen.

“Steve?” Your voice was soft as the two of you packed up and you fell into the passenger seat with a yawn.

He hummed a response as he buckled up and looked over at you.

Your eyes were a little glazed over with fatigue but you had a happy curve to your lips that hold him you’d enjoyed his company.

“I’d like to go out with you again,” you reached over to hold his hand and smiled up at him. And honestly how was he supposed to resist falling for you when you looked so angelic?

“I would love to take you out again,” he replied, excited at the prospect of having someone caring and thoughtful in his life. Someone who listened to him. Someone who respected him. Someone like you.

#Steve harrington #x reader #Steve harrington x reader #stranger things #season 4 #fluff

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larrydoinglaundry · 2 years

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I've been tagged by @neondiamond & @stylesthebrave and possibly some others to share a snippet!

I'm tagging @brightgolden @larrysballetslippers @louloubabys1992 @thebreadvansstuff @wabadabadaba @larrieblr

This is from the only project I'm currently writing, aka LIAW sequel. It doesn't have a name yet, so.

If you don't want ANY spoilers, you can skip! But this one doesn't exactly spoil anything major, it's from the beginning and is mostly just setting the tone. All mistakes are mine, this has not been beta-read yet.

Putting it under a cut just in case.

Midsummer’s quite minimal compared to other holidays such as Christmas, and the decorations mostly consist of flower bouquets and small birch trees or their branches in vases. The decoration and beauty come from the milieu itself; the rousing flames of the bonfires, golden beams of midnight sun painting the reflections of the lakes, and the dew of the dawn.

That’s all it really needs, but Harry likes simple flower bouquets and crowns to really lure out the spirit of the summer.

Everything about the holiday makes his heart long for love.

It was never a huge thing back at home, even though he was aware of the fest. Spending his first Nordic Midsummer gazing at a bonfire with a girl he liked at the age of 15, made him realize he would always be romanticizing the hell out of this specific holiday.

“Harry?” Maria calls out from somewhere behind him.

His undying attention on the flower he’s currently wrapping around the wire, Harry doesn’t look up. “Mm?”

“I know you’d rather make the crowns but could you lend me a helping hand with the benches?”

“Of course. Give me a second.”

Harry tapes the wrapped flower on the wire and sets the crown on the bench next to him. Getting up, he wipes his fingers on his shorts and makes his way to where Maria is. She is, much to his displeasure, dragging around a large wooden bench all on her own like she just didn't have patience to wait another second. Harry tuts, “You shouldn’t work so much.”

“I’m not dying, Harry.”

“You almost were!”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic,” Maria scoffs, though it’s dripping with affection she’s only ever storing for him. “My radiation therapy ended months ago. I’m healthy as a horse.”

Rolling his eyes, Harry grabs the other end of the bench, though he’s pretty sure he could carry it on his own if he just found the balance. He has a feeling Maria doesn’t want to just watch from the sidelines, though. “Where do you want it?”

“Somewhere closer to the beach where you can see the bonfire.”

“Alright.”

Insisting he’d be the one to walk backwards, Harry tries to peers over his shoulders so he wouldn’t trip onto anything. Despite his traitorous balance and Maria’s understandably weakened physique, they somehow manage to drag the bench onto the beach.

"Thank you, darling. I'll manage from here."

Harry wants to argue but if there's something he knows about Maria, it's to not even try to argue with her.

"Okay. Just tell me if you need anything," Harry says with a small smile, making his way back to his crafting project. It keeps him distracted enough from the flood of emotions that's been building up inside of him for about a week now.

It's not too long until he sees Maria from the corner of his eye, just standing by the other end of the bench. "Why the long face? It's your favorite holiday."

Harry shrugs. "Just tired."

Maria's scoff sounds almost obnoxious but Harry knows it's only because she knows he's lying. He wonders why does he even bother trying to make shit up, there's no way she is buying any of it. He's always been a terrible liar anyway.

She sits on the bench next to him with a heavy sigh. "You know I don't buy it."

The corner of Harry's mouth curls up. "I know. Wouldn't expect any less."

Even in the midst of battling breast cancer, she would always worry for Harry. Was always calling him, asking how he’s doing and if the yearning for Louis is getting any better. Harry didn’t want her to do any of that, not when she had her own shit to deal with, something that was much more serious than his broken heart.

For the past ten years she has been Harry’s other mother, grandmother more like. She has always been there for him, no matter what he was dealing with. Whether it was ‘just’ a crush who didn’t like him back, or the love of his life who left him.

Harry wanted to return the favor but it was impossible for him to leave Manchester during the semester and every time he called her to send love and strength, she would somehow flip the conversation to him, swearing to him that she’s doing alright.

"What's going on then?" she asks after observing him for several seconds.

Harry shrugs again. "I don't know."

The silence on Maria's end makes Harry glance towards her. He sees her cocked eyebrow, so he vigorously adds, "I really don't!"

"Yes, you do. You just don't wanna say."

“I don’t wanna complain about the same things over and over again,” Harry murmurs, grabbing yet another flower and starts to wrap it around the wire.

“Well. Sometimes you gotta. Until they’re truly out of your system.”

“And then I’m only going to overload your system.”

Maria snorts. “Honey, I’ve been an uncertified therapist before you were even born. I know how to keep my system running.”

Harry smiles the smallest bit, reaching for the flower tape to attach the flower. The smile quickly dies out, as everything he has tried to more or less ignore, floods into his mind.

"I just… There’s just a lot going on. Having to say goodbye to this place, having to find a new job, having a bit of a crisis over wasting so many years studying something I never wanted to in the first place… Having to start a new life all alone.”

“Mm. I imagine it’s a lot. I remember what it was like," Maria offers for reassurance. "You always talked about moving to London though, you were very excited about it.”

“I know and I am excited about it, I just– I imagined it’d happen differently. Sarah and I were supposed to do it together but now she’s moving in with Mitch. In here. Niall’s going home to Ireland, he has a girl there. And it’s all great, don’t get me wrong but… With everything changing, I just feel alone. Like everyone has someone to share it all with except me.”

#liaw #fic snippets

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— just the two of us

request: I almost read all of your jujutsu kaisen writings and I love it. Your writing is really good! I do not know if a request about a fics🥞 about satoru gojo who is really in love and not very possessive with an oblivious reader. It will be fun to see Satoru try to flirt with her and she doesn't get it🤣

pairings: gojo x oblivious! reader

notes: THIS IDEA IS SO CUTEEE I absolutely loved every second of writing it! thank you for the request and I hope you like this! 🥞 breakfast has been served!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: none, other than this is unedited and written humorously rather than seriously~

masterlist !

Gojo doesn’t know whether he’s lucky – or completely cursed – over the fact you’ve got no idea he’s so in love with you.

It’s a bright sunny morning, perfect for outdoor training, and he walks with you all the way to school with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. You stretch your arms out in the sky to bask in the morning glow and warmth of the sun, sleeves pushed up to your forearms to “get that vitamin D.”

Satoru snickers at your statement, because you’d totally be getting a different kind of Vitamin D if only you’d notice him. Sometimes he wonders, if maybe you’d inherited the Six Eyes instead of him, would you finally be able to see him – or would you still remain unaware?

He doesn’t even know where it began. A year ago, Yaga introduced you as the newest staff member. You’d been so fidgety and nervous then, unsure of what to do and worried if maybe the kids wouldn’t love. They did, of course, how could they not. Not only were you extremely fun to be with, you’re also caring, fretting and even crying whenever one of the students got injured over a mission.

Shoko reminds you all the time that this should be normal for you by now, but you always cry every time, sobbing that they’re still only kids and should be out having fun.

Yeah, maybe that’s where it began. Your kindness struck a chord in Satoru’s heart, and before he knew it, he was falling for you. Hard. Next thing you know, he shows up five minutes before you leave for work, mock-saluting you before inviting you to breakfast. He does this every damn day, and you still don’t get a single thing.

“That café was really good,” you muse, fingers stretching outwards and giggling as the sun peeks through the spaces. Satoru sighs beside you, wanting nothing more than to slip his fingers through those softer ones. “We should go back there sometime. Maybe even take the kids with us this weekend so we can all have breakfast together!”

Satoru masks a snicker with a cough. It reminds him of the time Megumi called you mom and dad by accident, to which you happily responded with before tackling the boy in hugs, while the strongest jujutsu sorcerer only flushed in embarrassment.

Him being him though, Satoru played it off cool, flipping his hair before striking a pose. “Huh, a dad?” he smirks, “The only person who gets to call me daddy would be no one else but Y/N.”

The raven haired first year student immediately recoils in disgust. Meanwhile, the innuendo flies straight through you, and you peer up at him innocently with your head tilted to the side. “Daddy? Why would I call you my dad? My father is still alive and well, and I don’t see you marrying my mom or anything,” Just as Megumi nearly howls in laughter – another evidence that you’re really something else to get the usually stoic boy to lose his composure like that – you snap your fingers, the light bulb above your head practically shining. “Oh, I get it! You prefer younger women and you want them to call you that! Kind of like the hype for onii-chan nowadays.”

Hopeless, Satoru wants to say, you’re absolutely, utterly hopeless.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” Satoru shrugs nonchalantly, sending a smirk your way. It usually drives everyone crazy, but you only smile back up at him in the same way you smile with everyone, and he tries his best to not show his shoulders are deflating. Nevertheless, he doesn’t give up. “How about you and I go out somewhere this weekend? The movies, perhaps?”

Say yes, say yes – please say yes.

Really though, he’s waiting for that ‘no’ already. Satoru knows you always go out of town during the weekends to visit your family in the countryside, only coming back on Monday the next week with a basket of fruits and traditional goods that isn’t so easy to find in the city.

But then you clasp your hands together in excitement, lashes fluttering delicately as you beam up at him. “Really? You’d like to go to the movies with me?”

“Of course I would,” Satoru tries not to stutter, hiding the fact that he’s completely taken aback. He’s the Gojo Satoru for heaven’s sake, he shouldn’t be this affected by anyone’s presence. “What makes you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“Oh, nothing, I just thought you were busy. This Saturday, then?”

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, it’s actually happening – his mind was barely functioning at this point, and he even slapped his cheeks to snap him back to life. “I thought there was a fly,” he lied with a chuckle, “But yeah, Saturday. I’ll pick you up?”

“Yeah, sure!”

Satoru wouldn’t stop smiling the whole way to the school. Even when Yuuji had face planted into the ground and Megumi sprained his ankle from training, he wasn’t able to get rid of the ridiculously big smile that stretched across his lips. He’s floating in cloud nine, flowers erupting from his ears and heart-shaped emojis bursting in his background.

“Well, you look creepy,” Shoko commented in the faculty room the moment you excused yourself, “Did you land a date with her or something?”

“That I did,” he stated proudly, even banging his fist on his chest like a deranged form of King Kong.

“I can only hope Y/N makes it out alive,” Nanami announces from behind the newspaper he’s reading, legs crossed over another before he peeks above the paper, narrowed eyes dead set on the blindfolded man. “Don’t be too wild with her, Satoru. She’s a gentle soul despite being a sorcerer – I humbly suggest you don’t mess with her feelings.”

“Are you kidding me? She’s the one messing with my feelings by being so fucking cute all the time!”

“Who’s cute?”

Shoko nearly spits out her coffee the moment you enter, glancing around the room and sitting down next to a shock-still Satoru. Nanami only huffs in his seat with a shake of his head. It doesn’t take long before Satoru regains his confidence and recovers from his shock – he’s turned to you with his torso completely facing your way.

You bask in the attention, mimicking the gesture until your faces are mere inches from one another. The fact you’re so responsive and attentive to him yet still painfully naïve strikes a mental war of himself debating whether he wants to kiss you or knock your head upside down. Satoru chooses neither options as he leans closer, his smile growing wider when you don’t pull away, and he doesn’t stop moving until his lips are right beside the shell of your ear.

“You’re cute.”

Shoko shudders at the same time Nanami just gives up on everything, folding his paper and lying that he’s got someplace to go with Ichiji. Satoru patiently waits for your reaction; for you to crumble this time around.

You’re silent for a moment, brows almost right across each other when you register his words. Satoru ends up holding his breath for your next words, wondering: is this it? will she finally understand what I feel for her now?

Even Shoko ends up sitting at the edge of her seat, silently watching the exchange with interest barely hidden in her sparkling eyes. Satoru watches as your lips open, his eyes transfixed on the way the soft flesh moves. They tilt upwards, revealing a set of a wide smile – the smile he can never get enough of. “Thank you!” you giggle at his compliment, “You and Shoko are very cute too! And the kids too, especially Toge! Not that I’m saying he’s my favourite—”

“He’s definitely your favourite student,” snorts Shoko who is ignoring the way Satoru turns completely gray beside you.

It turns out you still haven’t figured it out after all.

“The kids this – the kids that,” the tall, lanky man whines, his head falling back on the back of the leather couch. He looks so utterly defeated you can’t help but lean over him to check if he’s okay, but Satoru pouts and hides his face under his uniform instead. “Why can it never be just the two of us?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

This time, you’ve kneeled on the couch to hover him. You even pluck one side of his blindfold off to see how he’s doing, and suddenly thankful you can’t see the way his cheeks are absolutely flaming right now.

“Nothing,” he assures, his smile hidden behind his shirt. You look absolutely adorable hovering over him like that – eyes wide and lips pouty – what he wouldn’t give to kiss those lips right now, but it isn’t the right time, and Satoru just needs to find a better way to tell you how he feels. “It’s nothing.”

It’s absolutely not nothing.

Saturday couldn’t come faster.

Satoru finds himself willing time to go faster. Once the awaited day finally comes, he wastes no time in choosing his best outfit; an oversized black shirt tucked into black skinny jeans before styling his hair up the way he likes.

He winks at his reflection in the mirror, going ooh and aah at how hot he looks. It’s another reason why he can’t comprehend why you don’t like him yet, when, uhm, he knows he looks damn good? He’s pretty funny too – and his strength and power is already a no-brainer. Satoru can’t wrap his head around any possible reason why you wouldn’t like him; it’s basically a life or death mission at this point.

With that end goal in his mind and a spritz of perfume later, Satoru sashays out his apartment. Even though it’s already dark outside and he spent the whole day walking back and forth in his room trying to come up with ways to confess to you, he acts coolly all the way to your apartment.

This time around, he’s more than confident. He’s going to have you wrapped around his pretty little finger, “Wow,” is the first thing he says, pulling his blindfold down just to look at you.

Satoru feels blessed in that exact moment to witness how the heavens took their time with you, creating only the best out of the best and birthing the most magnificent person ever. Suddenly, he grows an urge to run to the countryside and thank your parents for going funky one night and creating you, because you’re an absolutely magnificent gift and it really baffles him how you’re real.

“Wow,” he repeats again, and you chuckle when he shakes his head. “You look beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you look him up and down, smiling in satisfaction. “You look very handsome yourself.”

Satoru’s been called handsome a million times before that it’s gotten too much in his head already, but hearing it come from your lips hits different. If he was excited before, it’s nothing compared to what he feels now when you loop your arm through his, dangling off his arm like you were a lover.

He knows it’s not real and this is probably just a friendly date for you – something he intends to clear up later – but it doesn’t stop him from puffing his chest up a bit, almost as if bragging to everyone around you that he was the one you’re with, and that he was the one you’re going to the movies with.

All your babbles about everything goes straight into one ear and out the other. He wants to listen to you, he really does, but he’s so intoxicated with your voice that he just ends up nodding at everything you say; his attention mostly on how sweet you sound and smell.

His feelings only intensify a hundred times more when you finally make it to the theatre. Not only is it dark, but you’re sitting right next to him, arms and thighs brushing against each other. He takes note of every little movement you make, smiling to himself when you don’t pull away from his thigh flush against yours.

In this close proximity, your perfume overwhelms his senses. He finds himself leaning closer just to get a little more taste of it, his arm resting on the armrest beside him and placing his cheek on his open palm.

He doesn’t even know what the movie is about. All he can see, hear, feel and recognize is you – nothing and no one but you. Just as he wanted, it’s just the two of you.

Satoru reaches out to the bowl of popcorn in his lap to distract himself from the need of kissing you already. He was so smug that he’s on this date with you; now he feels like the world is laughing and mocking at him because you’re so close yet so far away. The last thing he wants is to say something weird and have you running for the hills. It’s clear you don’t like him, after all.

You end up reaching for it the same time he does, making your fingers brush. It sends a jolt of electricity down his spine and he immediately retracts it.

Looking up at him with an apologetic smile, Satoru knows he’s messed up. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, raising your hands in surrender with a nervous chuckle. “I should’ve gotten my own bowl instead.”

Satoru stares at you through his blindfold. You’re close enough that he can count your lashes – both top and bottom row – and he’s so stupefied at this point that he just says the first thing that comes to his mind; absolutely anything just to get your attention. “Cold,” he shows you his hand, “I’m cold.”

“Oh,” you nod and slip your fingers through his. Satoru nearly gasps at how electrifying the sensation is from having your smaller, softer fingers collide with his, your hands fitting perfectly in his bigger, calloused ones. Then, you close your intertwined hands and smush your cheek with it to transfer your heat – completely unaware that Satoru feels like he’s floating in his own Infinite Void right now. “Feel warmer now?”

“Yes,” he replies. “Extremely.”

Something beast-like wakes within him after that. Now that he knows you don’t mind touching him at all, Satoru can’t help but want to take out all his playing cards and just go fuck it. So he does – and he might regret, he might not – who cares? It’s just the two of you, and you’re the only one he ever cares about this much that he’d pretty much let you do anything at this point.

“You know,” Satoru begins, shifting until your joined hands are resting on top of his chest. His heart is just about ready to burst through its confines at this moment, but he holds back. It’s now or never. “Shoko and Nanami are annoyed that I talk about you all the time.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. “Really? Do you talk badly about me or something?”

“No,” he nearly groans in frustration, “You’re really pretty and cool. You’re amazing during missions, too, when you fight, it’s like I’m witnessing a warrior princess. So cool.”

This makes you laugh until the person sitting behind you rudely shushes you. You bow your head in apology, turning to Satoru with a softer smile this time; one that looks reserved and private compared to your big grins. “Oh, no,” he closes his eyes even behind his blindfold, “Don’t smile at me like that. I don’t think I’ll still be cool if I end up stuttering over my words.”

“Satoru!” you whisper-hiss, although your chest is filled with so much giddiness too that you’ve both forgotten about the movie; unaware that the entire theatre was crying over the main character’s friend’s death. “What are you going on about?”

He wants to laugh so damn hard. He thought confessing his feelings for you would end up in a pitiful heartbreak that you’d be weirded out and push him away. For a moment, he forgets it’s you, and that nothing is ever difficult or painful with you – other than, of course, you being oblivious, but that isn’t something he can’t fix. He’ll get you on the train one way or another.

“I have a confession.”

“Yeah?”

“I was practicing how to ask you out for a whole hour in the mirror,” Satoru whispers, careful to not ruin the melancholic mood of theatre. It doesn’t even surprise him that his world is filled with nothing but sunshine even if the world around you has descended into grief and loneliness. “I also called Nanami on first date tips.”

“Nanami?” you echo with a gasp, “Why Nanami?”

“Because he’s married, that’s why. Mans know some tips for sure.”

“Wait, so,” you chuckle nervously, and Satoru waits, waits for you to pull away or push him back – anything that would indicate discomfort. He’s patient the whole time, watching carefully as you only squeeze his hand and gesture to the both of you with your free one. “This is a date? Our first date?”

“Only if you want to be,” Satoru shrugs, grimacing afterwards at how sappy he sounds. “Well, I actually consider this our first date and I’ve been waiting for this for like forever now, so I sure as hell hope you want this too. I didn’t dress myself up today only to come back home crying.”

Satoru’s heart – if possible – only beats crazier and sings the syllables of your name when you start laughing harder to the point you have to muffle it by burying yourself in his bicep. He feels like his muscles and nerves could erupt at any moment. It’s crazy – absolutely insane – how you have him wrapped around your finger like this. He doesn’t complain though; he never will.

“I’m glad,” you mumble through his shirt, your erratic heartbeat matching kiss when you take the first tentative step of kissing his jaw.

Satoru stiffens underneath you, a low growl ripping from his throat. He’s feral, wild, drunk at the sight and scent of you. You make him feel like he’s fluctuating between dimensions, all the planets just crashing on one another until the stardust is left in your eyes because what else could be an explanation for what he’s feeling other than a supernova collision of hearts?

“You always make me feel so happy when you’re around that I still can’t believe you feel the same way. I was so worried that maybe you wouldn’t get my hints.”

Satoru groans, “What the hell? How long have you liked me?”

“I guess when you started bringing flowers to Megumi randomly just to piss him off.”

Satoru wants to rip his hair out. That was just a few weeks after you’ve started working with him, meaning you both have liked each other this whole time and he’s been suffering and feeling stupid just for nothing?

“God, Y/N,” he mutters to himself, “You really do know how to make a man go crazy, huh?”

That innocent smile on your face lets him know that as usual, you’re oblivious of everything. Satoru is right; he still can’t decide whether he wants to whack you in the head upside down. With a sigh, he ends up choosing the latter, nearly falling over his seat when you let out a surprised yelp at the feeling of his lips on yours.

It doesn’t take long before you grab onto his shirt and cling to dear life, laughter bubbling through your lips as you kiss. The sound is so precious he wants to bottle it up and keep it treasure for the rest of his life, but Satoru doesn’t rush anything.

With you and only with you is he ever capable of feeling like it’s just the two of you in a world filled with chaos and destruction.

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oedein · 3 years

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DEAL WITH IT.

pairing: bucky barnes x male reader.

warnings: SMUT. sub reader. unprotected sex, overstim, light degradation, pet names.

word count: 3.9k

A/N: lol sorry for making bucky so mean ;(

Standing in the bedroom of your shared bedroom with Bucky, the two of you were trying to find outfits for tonight.

Tony had invited all of the avengers to party to celebrate your latest mission with the squad ending flawlessly. As part of the team, you were going. Bucky was quite averse to the idea of staying out for the night at first, but after a few hours of you practically begging him, he finally caved. — It's not that Bucky wouldn't have gone at all; he would've most likely just tucked himself away in a corner during the whole night and minded his own very boring business. If it wasn't for you accompanying him, helping him loosen up and actually enjoy himself.

After spending a fair amount of time getting ready both physically and mentally, you arrived at the party without any further hindrance.

Bucky kept close to you, his shoulder bumping into yours every time you stopped to greet someone. An hour of just strolling around endlessly made you jittery, feet bouncing off the floor every time you stopped walking. The sound of your suits rubbing up against each other built up a mild frustration within you, making you grit your teeth. You decided to link your arms together as a result instead of walking around like you were gonna merge. The two of you were usually shy about showing affection in public, especially around the other Avengers, but something about tonight tempted you into being more physical with him. You ended up catching up with a friend for quite some time as you were on the way to a bar, making Bucky rather restless. Excusing yourself, you nudged into his side and turned to whisper in his ear. "Hey, 'might want to go there alone for now. I'll be there in a bit." Bucky nodded and pulled his arm away from yours, starting to walk away from you. You watched as he went to sit down on a stool in a far corner, ordering his drink in peace. Your eyes kept flickering over to Bucky as your friend spoke, silently watching as he brushed his hair out of his face and cracked his knuckles. The way he tilted his head back and sighed in frustration as his bangs fell into his face again made you chuckle quietly. You followed every minute movement he did, biting your lip. When he scratched his beard, squinted when someone was too loud, or the way he would look over at you, eyes scanning you up and down made you lose your sense of surrounding, only fixating on him. The friend from earlier was still talking but caught on to you zoning out pretty quickly. Not wanting to bother you further or waste time, they excused themselves and nodded towards your boyfriend, "Go catch up with him; we'll talk more later!" You would apologise countless times for being so out of it before your attention turned back to Bucky, your gazes connecting. "Buck, buck, buck!" You called out playfully, humming as you walked up to him. He turned the stool around as he heard your voice, giving you a slight nod in acknowledgement. You beamed up at him, taking the opportunity to move closer, nestling between his spread legs and leaning your back up against him.

Bucky leaned forward to rest his chin on your shoulder instead of just sitting straight, giving you a soft nuzzle. As the bartender approached, you quickly added, 'I'll have whatever he's having.' craning your neck to the side and giving Bucky a wink. You could feel his chest rumble as a chuckle built up, the sweet sound escaping from his lips and lingering around you. You awkwardly wrapped an arm around him and turned, lips hovering over each other for a few seconds before they connected. A quick yet deep kiss. You hummed in discontent once he pulled away from you, placing a lasting kiss on your cheek instead. Bucky glanced at you, watching as you nuzzled your cheek into his chin and kept your arm around his shoulder before you leaned back into him. "You look so good in that suit, Buck. Giving me so many bad thoughts..." you purred into his ear, watching as he suddenly turned in his seat. "And it's so hard to have all these thoughts with so many people around. I can't do anything about it." A string of tsks left you, and you shook your head playfully, turning to look for a drop of shock on his face. To your surprise, he was staring straight ahead, gaze almost burning holes into the wall. You couldn't make out any emotions on his features, only noticing his visibly clenched jaw. A pang of satisfaction ran through you — the plan you wanted to set into motion earlier was seemingly starting to work. Bucky's attention returned to you, and he moved his hands to your waist, pushing you so that you would turn to face him. His eyes fixed on you as he leaned in closer, your noses almost touching.

"No." A single word left his lips, taunting you. The confidence from mere seconds ago crawled back inside, being replaced by a newfound annoyance of your boyfriend. You looked directly at him, letting out a huff in response. A smirk crept up over your features, and you placed an arm on his waist, "Aw, come on," you emphasised the last word, dragging it out as you nudged him with your shoulder, "you know you want it." You brought your hand up, dragging it against his crotch before it slinked under his chin, tilting his head down. Moving in for a kiss as he jerked back from the contact, you gave his bottom lip a tug before you pulled away. You heard a quiet 'fuck you.' escape his lips, making you giggle in return. You made sure to finish up your drinks before you got up, deciding to walk outside to chill off. The cold air bit at your reddened cheeks, making you shiver and press further into Bucky as you walked. Your hands curled up into fists, shaking from the chill winds dancing around you before Bucky eveloped them in his. The silent walk fell short as you stopped, turning to stand in front of him. You wriggled your hands free from his grip and placed them on his tie, playfully tugging on it. You reached down to his pants, fingers resting on his belt before you dragged your nails against the leather. You felt his muscles flex underneath his shirt, reacting every time your fingers would brush up against his abdomen. Bucky remained silent, watching as you pushed up against him, grinding your crotch against his, desperate for any reaction. Your eyes met, staring down each other, awaiting your next moves. Your shared warmth was soon gone, with Bucky almost peeling you off of him, moving his hand under your chin and tilting it up.

He ran his metal arm down your body until he stopped at your crotch, copying your actions. Before you could react, he pulled away, shaking his head at you dismissively. The trip home was unbearably quiet, Bucky shutting down any advances you made, resorting to a painful silent treatment. Once you got to your apartment, Bucky ushered you inside and closed the door with an unexpected intensity that made you jump in surprise. Discarding your outerwear, the two of you began walking inside before you were stopped in your track, almost falling over as a result. Bucky was close behind you as his hand found its way to your pants, hooking a finger around your belt and pulling your back towards him. You yelped in surprise, stumbling back a few steps before you hit Bucky's chest with a soft thump. A sigh escaped him before he spoke, voice low and gruff. "I don't appreciate that type of behaviour. Especially not in front of others." His free hand found its way up to your face, fingers wrapping around your jaw firmly, turning you to face him. "Whatever you were trying to gain back there is not going to happen." He noticed a change in your posture, the way you almost cringed into yourself as you listened to his harsh words. As soon as you were about to speak up, Bucky was cutting you off in an instant. "Hm? D'you really think you deserve any of those things?" His words were laced in disappointment, watching as you desperately racked your brain to try and come up with a confident reply. "Aw, poor boy... not a single word, huh?" Bucky brought his knee up between your legs and pushed them apart, the fingers around your belt pulling you further into him. He grinded up against your backside, listening to your mewls. "Where did all that confidence from earlier go?" He huffed out a chuckle, hot breath fanning against your cheek. A satisfied smirk washed over his features as you shuddered in response. "Be good for once and sit down." He mumbled, giving you a slight push towards the living room sofa. You gasped at the sudden movement, stumbling forward and catching yourself on the armrest before you sat down, anticipating Bucky's next move. He followed close behind, eyes never leaving your frame. The growing silence broke as Bucky reached out with two fingers in front of your face. He was towering over you, fully taking advantage of the angle he was at. "Open your mouth." You obliged eagerly, faster than he could finish the sentence. Leaning forward, you let your tongue lay flat against your lower lip and tilted your head back. You looked up at him proudly, expecting to hear praises; instead, you were met by his harsh silence again. Bucky watched as you wrapped your lips around his digits, fluttering your eyelashes at him as your gazes met. You could sense how impatient he was getting, so you started sucking on his fingers, coating them in your saliva. The muffled moans you let out against Bucky's fingers made his cock twitch in his pants, his bulge visibly growing. A string of saliva followed his fingers as he pulled away from your mouth, drool pooling up at the corners of your mouth threatening to spill out as well. Bucky slid down on the sofa next to you, pulling you up on his lap with his free hand once he settled. You rested your legs in between his before he began tugging down your pants and underwear. You followed suit, struggling before your shirt came off fully. Bucky discarded the clothes on the floor before he moved your legs on either side of him. Your member sprung free, plopping up against your belly, making you shudder as the cold air hit your sensitive tip. You looked down, watching as some of your precum ended up leaking on your stomach. Bucky brought his lubed up fingers in front of him and spat on them as well before he lifted your hips slightly. He moved his hand to spread your cheeks, letting a slick finger circle your entrance. He spent a good few minutes riling you up, the seemingly endless teasing never ending. "Hah- Mm.." You tried to moan out in disappointment as he stopped moving, but the noise got stuck in your throat, leaving you even more frustrated. "Please, Buck.. please touch me." You leaned your head against his shoulder, drawing out a lengthy whine into his ear. "I don't think you deserve any of that, though, do you?" He tutted at your words and stopped moving his hand, "Dumb brats don't get their way. They have to deal with what they get." You huffed out in protest as he spoke, "M'not a dumb brat!" You gave his chest a light slap, laying your hand flat against it. Bucky hummed in response and turned your head to face him, "You sure are acting like one right now." As he finished scolding you, he started moving his fingers again —this time pushing his slick digits into you, slowly stretching you out. The sudden contact made you jolt forward, and your hands gripped onto his shirt tightly, knuckles almost turning white. Bucky watched you slowly unravel in front of him as he started to increase his pace. You threw your head back, whining loudly every time his fingers brushed against your prostate, threatening your body to climax early. He moved his cold, metal arm from your waist and wrapped it around your cock, starting to pump it with a steady pace. The added pressure made you keel over, laying your head against his chest as he kept pumping his fingers into you. The second you tried to show that you were close, he would suddenly stop and pull his fingers out, watching as your frustration grew. Tears began forming in your eyes from the teasing, spilling over as you looked at him, making you feel pure defeat. Bucky smirked, pleased with the state he had put you in. He leaned forward, placing small kisses on your cheek until he reached your lips, capturing them in a deep, salty kiss. You kissed him back, sniffling softly as he pulled away from you. He bucked up against you and nodded to the free space on the sofa, motioning for you to lie down. Once you had switched positions, you watched as Bucky moved to get up. You frantically reached out for him, not expecting him to walk away from you like this. He looked down at you and tsked, lifting his index finger and shaking it at you. "Come on, you gotta be more patient than that." He sounded disappointed again, making you wince at your sudden reaction. You curled into the leather sofa, hands at either side of your face. "You can't seriously believe that I'm done with you right now. Not when you're behaving like that." His voice echoed through the room as he walked out to get something. You felt the sofa dip as he returned and nestled between your legs. The familiar sound of a belt jingling piqued your interest, making you look over. Bucky came back with a bottle of lube in his hand, ready to prep both of you. He undid his pants and let his cock spring free, looking over to see you staring at him through heavy lids. A low groan snapped you out of it, your eyes following his hands, watching as he stroked his cock and lubed it up. Cars driving outside the apartment illuminated the room through your windows, letting you see all of Bucky for a few seconds, taking in the sight in front of you greedily. The way he threw his head back and the way his hand would occasionally twitch as he pumped himself was intoxicating. Bucky pulled his hand away from his cock and reached out for your waist, pulling you up on his lap before he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed himself in, getting all of his cock to fill you up, growling as you squirmed. His thrusts started out slow and steady, your moans spurring him on. He brought your legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as his thrusts turned harsher, almost feral. The room's silence was replaced by the sound of your erratic moans and skin slapping against skin. "Hands up over your head." Bucky suddenly huffed out, never ceasing his ruthless pounding. When you didn't respond, he decided to lean forward, bending your legs until he was close enough to your face. You gasped as his position switched, his cock pushing even deeper inside of you. His hand pinned yours above your head, holding onto your wrists tightly as he kept rutting into you. A loud whine escaped you as you tried glancing down at your neglected cock, wanting to relieve the pressure building up in your abdomen. Bucky noticed your shifting attention, tutting at you as he leaned back up, grabbing onto your hips. "Why don't you be a good whore and cum without touching yourself, hm?" It was more of an order than a question, and you bitterly agreed, trying to relax your arms as Bucky kept fucking you into the sofa like a toy. The assault on your prostate resumed, sending waves of pleasure through your body, cock twitching impatiently the closer you got. After the first time you came, you tried to sit up, expecting him to finish up as well. But you got pulled down into the cushions again, being stared down by an annoyed Bucky. He shook his head at you and kept thrusting. "Isn't this what you wanted?" He spoke through gritted teeth, trying to steady himself as much as he possibly could with you clenched around him. You nodded frantically and quickly moved your hands down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, hoping he wouldn't complain. Luckily he didn't, being too preoccupied with fucking you senseless and milking you dry. Drilling into you like it was the only thing he knew how to do. His hips snapped into yours aggressively, cock burying itself deeper in your ass, prodding at your prostate without mercy. After what felt like an eternity of being relentlessly pounded into and being brought to climax several times, you suddenly broke. "Hah, too much..." You moaned out, back arching off the couch and pushing you into Bucky. "It hurts, pl-ease!" Bucky ignored your cries, his pace increasing any time you started whining. He watched your cock twitch as he found your sweet spot again, moaning as you clenched around his shaft. You felt the familiar pressure build up in your abdomen again, pushing yourself off the couch with your elbows as you came for the nth time. Your red, sensitive tip rubbed up against your stomach, making you hiss and whine. Bucky suddenly slowed down, watching for your reaction. He heard you breathe out in relief, beginning to tear up and moving your hands to cover your face. A low chuckle escaped him, and he started thrusting into you again, reaching out for your cock as well. He pressed his palm against your tip, wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing. You gasped, letting out a string of curse words and cries, the overstimulation completely taking over your body. "I can't do... it, please." You managed to choke out in between sobs and broken moans. Clenching around his cock, you looked at him through your blurred vision, tears rolling down your burning cheeks. Your hands flew down and grabbed onto Bucky, digging your nails into his forearm, begging him for mercy. Bucky grunted from the pain of your grip and started to pump your cock in retaliation, your sharp cries making him shiver. He began thrusting into you again, the mixture of pleasure and pain making you roll your eyes back, mouth hanging open. He dragged a finger over your stomach, coating his hand with your cum before he spread it on your member, revelling in the way your shaking body reacted to him. His free arm grabbed onto your waist, angling you on him before he began drilling into you again, prodding at your prostate again. Your eyes found his, watching as his face suddenly twisted. Bucky's grip on your cock never relaxed; instead, he started to pump your shaft faster as his thrusts became sloppy and erratic. Bucky looked down, watching your fucked out face, before he leaned over you, releasing into you with a loud groan. He snapped his hips up, pushing to stay deep inside of you. You felt his cock twitch, his release making you shiver and cry out in relief. It pushed you to release for the last time, hips snapping up into the air as pain wracked your body, cock painting your torso and covering you in cum. Bucky thrust into you one last time before he pulled out, trying to steady his breath before he wriggled his arm out of your grip and tucked his cock back into his pants. He watched as your body shook, not being able to calm down fully. His suit and shirt came off, and he kneeled down on the floor next to you, wiping both of you off carefully with his shirt. He let it fall to the floor, scooting over to you and placing his cold hand on your cheek, stroking away tears that rolled down your face. A pang of guilt surged through his body as you looked down at him, eyes puffy and wet. You turned and flashed him a sad smile, breathing heavily into your shoulder. His hand reached out behind your head, grabbing onto a blanket that he luckily had placed on the sofa before, bunching it up in his arms as he got up. Bucky returned to the couch and bent over you, helping you sit up. He wrapped his arms around you securely, making an attempt to prop you up against the backrest. You laid limp in his arms, still trying to catch your breath through quiet tears. You watched as he pulled out the blanket, spreading it out and wrapping it around your shaking body, hushing your cries. "You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you." He whispered soothingly and rubbed your back,

"Good boy, taking it all so well." Watching as you reached out a hand shakily, he took it in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Your breathing began to even out, eyes following Bucky's as his arms went under your legs and around you, scooting you over into his lap. He hugged your body closely, moving his head to kiss away the tears staining your cheeks. His right hand made its way up to your face, cupping your cheek and tucking your head under his chin. A loud hiss left you as your inner thigh brushed up against your still sensitive member, causing you to twitch and tense up. "Still hurts..." A quiet whine left you as you mumbled against the fabric, arching your back awkwardly. "...I'm all messy." Bucky grimaced and gave your side a gentle squeeze in an attempt to shift your focus. "I know, I know. It's gonna be hurting for a while, but you need to try to relax." He sighed deeply and peered down at you, "I'm not leaving until you can get up on your own." You hummed in response, snuggling into his lap, trying to stop shaking. A sudden feeling of anxiety bubbled up as you felt Bucky move until you realised that he was just trying to lay down with you on top of him. Your legs moved around, trying to find a comfortable position before you finally settled, hands grabbing onto the blanket and bringing it up to your face. Bucky brought his hand up from your waist and placed it on the back of your head, fingers massaging your scalp. He watched closely as your eyelids fluttered shut, making him sigh in relief. "I love you," His voice was soft and loving, barely above a whisper. "Such a good and patient boy, huh? Always holding out for me." He was finally praising you, making your stomach bubble up with pride. You lifted up a finger silently in acknowledgement and wiggled it around, listening to Bucky's soft chuckles in response as your mind began to cloud, leading you into a well-deserved slumber, your body ceasing its trembling.

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landinoandco · 3 years

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Our Love is a Game

Lando Norris x Reader

Request from @jamieeboulos

Warnings: pinch of fluff, cute ending because they are the best

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It all started with a phone number, an innocent exchange that would subsequently change the world you knew; mostly for the better. When you had met Lando, as far as you were concerned you had just met a 21 year old who lived in London and had a passion for cars. How wrong you were. It was only when things started to get serious that he sat you down and explained everything that came with being a formula one driver; more importantly the fandom that he was involved in.

You had always been a private person and admittedly this piece of information almost broke your relationship but after some time to think you had decided that he was worth it all. You both decided it was a better idea to keep your relationship as quiet as possible - you took every precaution to make sure you stayed a stranger to the fans.

For the past 2 years, you thought you had managed to stay clear of the cameras, the photos and the twitch streams but it wasn’t until a fan-made compilation caused your world to spiral out of control.

You and Lando were out for a run, it was a part of your morning routine - a great way to start the day and it was time that you two could escape the motor sport world and act like a normal couple without worrying about who might be watching. It was time you both valued and appreciated. On this particular morning, Lando had decided to add to his Instagram story, a short video of his morning adventures - the mist still hanging around the trees as you ran under a heavily graffitied bridge, the early birds song chirping animatedly. At the time you didn’t think much of it as you were too busy tying your hair back up to notice.

It wasn’t until you got home and looked at his story that your heart stopped, rushing over to the kitchen island you placed your phone down and ran your fingers through your hair. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment but in the corner of his video - the last millisecond before it ended - there was a flash of a purple top (the purple top you had been wearing) and a swish of brown hair as you chucked it back up into a ponytail.

“Lando.” You called out, trying to keep your voice as calm as you could. You didn’t know why it had affected you so much - or why you were so desperate to keep your identity a secret. It wasn’t like you wanted to hide your relationship; you were the happiest you ever had been, everyday was exciting and offered new prospects - it was more that you were so used to being in this bubble with Lando, the idea of it bursting seemed rather unappealing. Usually you didn’t care for how others saw you but seeing some of the words that people used to describe him, it would be enough to trouble even the thickest of skins.

Lando’s close proximity broke your thoughts as he stared down at your phone, pausing on the flash of brown and purple. “I am so sorry, love.” He almost whispered, his eyes widening at his carelessness. He picked your phone up to take a closer look.

“It will be alright, won’t it? I mean, it’s a blink and you’ll miss it.” You had said, more to reassure yourself than Lando. He didn’t answer, anxiety building in the pit of his stomach because he knew exactly what he had started.

The fan-made compilation didn’t go viral until a few hours later - as it turns out that flash of purple was the perfect cherry on top of an unappetising cake. Lando was sat on stream - not that this was out of the ordinary and Max had decided to join him, leaving you alone to rewatch Friends for the umpteenth time.

The pair were sat reacting to videos on YouTube when a clip of a seal swimming into a shoal of fish started playing - the amusing part was that they kept quickly dispersing away from the seal in question. Unsurprisingly, they laughed and Lando spluttered: “This is me trying to find a girlfriend.” What the fans didn’t know was the apparent irony of that sentence and this was what caused the major meltdown; whilst Lando and Max were busy crying with laughter - that chat had filled up with the same link and references to the video you would be redirected through.

Max was the first to stop laughing, tapping Lando on the shoulder as he pointed at the chat. Hundreds of the same message filled the screen: “That’s not what this compilation shows.” “Lando, what are you hiding from us?” “Lando and Max laughing knowing very well he has a girlfriend.”

“Chat what on earth are you waffling on about.” Max chuckled uneasily, looking at Lando out of the corner of his eye. Lando sat with a forced smile, his nostrils flaring as he continued through the comments. He could only let out a tense laugh as he swallowed thickly - his throat feeling suddenly dry. You were still sitting, completely engrossed and unaware that Lando Norris was now trending on twitter.

Max had come up with an excuse to end the stream not long after, Lando uncharacteristically quiet. His thoughts were with you in the other room, had you seen it? Did you know? How would you react? He felt as though he had lost all control, like he had failed you entirely - all he wanted to do was protect you yet he was the one to screw it up.

“Hey,” Max nudged his shoulder, “It was bound to happen at some point. Let’s go and see if she’s seen it - if not then -” He took a deep breath, “We will watch it together. We need to know what we are working with here.” Lando nodded, unable to reply, his body went into automatic pilot mode and too quickly he was standing facing you.

Pausing the tv, you looked at Lando - his jaw tightened and facial expressions set as though he had just seen a ghost. “Is everything ok?” You asked apprehensively.

“There’s something you need to see.” Max reached for his phone, pushing Lando onto the sofa. You offered your arm to Lando, pulling him into a hug. Max pulled up the video and pressed play. A tense atmosphere held the room hostage - breath restricted and gazes fixed onto the tiny screen in front of you.

It started with a clip from this year’s Goodwood - Lando preparing to drive his last hill climb - you remembered it well, a McLaren hat placed on your head mainly to cover your identity; knowing that there would be more than a few fans around. The clip moved to 3 separate stills - all of you in your McLaren hat. One with your back to the camera, you hand placed around Lando’s waist, the other two a side profile as you spoke to Max.

The reaction was immediate, you slapped your hand to your mouth, Lando looked horror-struck and Max was watching you carefully.

The video moved on, this time a clip from the quadrant video where Niran trains like Lando for 24 hours - Lando and Niran were in the kitchen preparing to eat their breakfast when once again the video moved to stills. This time they were of your reflection in the oven - holding the camera. You had thought at the time, if you were behind the camera it would stop every chance of you accidentally being caught on camera. Apparently not.

The video had moved on again, this time to stills of Lando arriving on track - of course there was no way for you to get on track without being photographed and you were fine with that because you would just arrive after Lando either with Jon or Charlotte. Photos of you arriving with Jon and Charlotte flashed up - with them you were just another member of staff but put with those other stills and it really did yell out that you and Lando were romantically involved. Finally the flash of purple from Lando’s story. The game was up.

“Oh my-” You stuttered as the video came to an end. Fortunately your Instagram hadn’t been shown but judged by how skilled you knew the fans to be - it would only be a matter of time. “I feel sick.” You admitted, wiping your hands across your face. Lando still hadn’t said a word, staring blankly at the floor. Max was the first to come up with something logical, turning to you and Lando.

“It will blow over.” He started, “The fans will soon lose interest and move onto the next big headline. We just need to ignore anything we see regarding the subject.” He moved his attention to you. “Maybe avoid social media for a few days. Let everyone cool down -” Sensing your means to interrupt, he held his hand up. “I know you shouldn’t have to and I know none of this is fair but unfortunately people have no boundaries and believe because it’s on social media it is their business. If they were in our situation, I’m pretty sure they would be the first to complain. Let’s just go along with it for now. It will give you time to think about what to do next.”

Lando cleared his throat, pulling you closer into him. “I’ve failed you. All I wanted to do was protect you.” At this, Max got up and left.

Shaking your head, you pressed your lips to his forehead. “You could never. Think about how long we kept it secret for. Besides, until we announce or admit anything - it isn’t confirmed.” You offered, trying to soothe his worries. He nodded, still not convinced.

“Our love is like a game and it’s not a game I enjoy playing.” He croaked, lacing your fingers together.

“I know, Lando, I know. Let’s let everything calm down and then we can think about what our next step is.”

Weeks later and it was the night before you were due to leave for your summer holiday. You would be spending it with Lando and some of his friends and family. Due to the current pandemic, it had been so long since you had been away - even if it was a bigger group of you going; you were still looking forward to spending that quality time with Lando.

Max had decided to take himself and Tom off to the streaming room - leaving you and Lando to sort out the remaining items you needed for your time away.

“I have a present for you.” He said suddenly, his hands behind his back. You beamed, taking a step closer to him. He shook his head, “If you want it - “ He pointed at his lips.

Rolling your eyes, you pecked his lips then held out your hands like a child. Lando chuckled, “Close your eyes.” Hands still outstretched and eyes closed, you waited for Lando to present you with your surprise. He grasped your left wrist and attached something to it - “No peeking.” He added. A moment or two later, he dropped his hold of your wrist and said: “You can open them now.” You could hear the smile on his lips. You opened your eyes and looked straight to your wrist - he had given you a pink watch. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him, his eyes twinkled as he then pointed to the orange watch on his wrist.

“Watches?” You asked, confusion laced your tone.

Nodding, he said, “We all have matching watches but in different colours - they are for our holiday away.”

You gave him a lopsided grin and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love it. Thank you.”

In the streaming room, Max was having to ignore the majority of the comments because they were all asking the same thing: “Who was the girl from the compilation.” He was trying his hardest to keep moving off the topic, instead showing off the watches - it had been his idea, blue for him, orange for Lando, a child’s watch for Tom and a pink watch for you. He had listed off all of the colours and said who they belonged to: “And then pink-” He paused, mentally face palming. He looked over to Tom for assistance - he hadn’t meant to say pink at all. “And pink is for someone.” He cursed his poor excuse but as if by magic - Lando walked through the door.

Distracting the stream from his slip up.

Croatia was a dream come true, the hot summer sun on your back and the time to just relax and recharge. Days spent with Lando sunbathing on the boat or stuck in a tense game of Uno. Not being the only female was brilliant as well - as they got to go off and not feel guilty about leaving you on your own.

Currently, you and Lando were standing in each other's arms - the afternoon drawing into the evening as the sun began to set. You had your arms around his neck and his arms were around your waist, sighing contentedly you broke the silence: “This is nice.” He pressed his lips into your hair, a sign that he agreed with your statement. In that moment, it was just you and him - everyone seemed to disappear from around you and all worries vanished. It was the simple yet affectionate moments that had always meant the most to you. You felt as though you could relax every muscle in your body, listening to his steady heartbeat - you wished for this moment to never end, to forever be in his arms and to not worry about who sees you there.

Ever since that compilation had been made, the thought had been on your mind a lot. Were you ready to go public with Lando? At the end of the day you were both happy and surely that was the most important thing.

Later that night, you were sitting eating your meal when a phone was handed to you, displayed on it was a picture of you and Lando - in each other’s arms.

Instantly you knew what this meant, looking at Lando you were met with the same expression. He did as well.

You and Lando had decided it was time to announce your relationship, there was no point sneaking around anymore if people knew and were looking out for you. You had agreed that the best way to do it was if you joined him in a stream, that way they got to know you a bit more for who you were.

“Is it ok to feel as nervous as I am?” You asked him, pulling up a chair beside him. He was setting up the stream, two mugs of tea placed in front of you. It seemed completely unnatural to sit facing the camera.

“I mean, this is kind of a big deal so yes I would say, it’s completely natural for you to feel nervous.” He reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb over the back of it. Nodding, you took a deep breath.

“Ok. I’m ready.” You said, your heart beating at a million miles an hour. The corners of his lips turned up, leaning in to leave you a kiss on the lips.

“I love you and I’m so proud of you.” He admitted quietly, as though you were the only person in the world, his eyes flickered with complete adoration.

“I love you too. Now, shall we start it?”

Lando went to press the start stream button but paused. He turned back to face you, his eyes wide and offered an apologetic smile.

“What did you do?” You asked, a smile toying at your lips as you had an idea of what it might have been.

“Stream, meet my girlfriend.”

He had already started it...

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xandria · 3 years

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

— includes : Bokuto, Hinata, Tendou

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵

♡ this man is too pure, does it just to be close to you ♡ innocent and wholesome, that’s how it always starts anyways ♡ he promises he only has pure intentions when he approaches you ♡ “wanna be as close as we can” 🥺 ♡ he whines it out like a justifiable reason as he slides your panties to the side ♡ you want to believe him, you want to trust he'll behave ♡ 100% does not behave though, honestly, this is your fault, you know better ♡ you know how quickly he comes undone buried in your tight, wet heat ♡ not that he cares though, he's positively shameless ♡ he definitely wants to do it in a dark room with friends because he can ♡ gets off on the idea that he’s balls deep in you and no one in the room knows ♡ but you know better, so why the hell did you agree to this? ♡ oh, that's right

- ♥ -

His strained gasp sounds off in your ear, shaky and stifled, caught in his throat as you clench around him. With his lips pressed to your ear, you are going absolutely insane with each subtle noise he makes, each stuttering breath from the way you affect him going straight to your cunt and making you soak around him.

Your muscles ache from the tension of trying to stay still, and the way his breath comes out ragged and unsteady let's you know he's in the same shape. Luckily, his labored breathing can't be heard over the movie playing in front of you, and no one can see underneath the blanket, where your dress is hiked up to your waist, Bokuto's shorts pushed down slightly, and every inch of his cock stuffed inside you. His hot breath on the back of your neck, the way his lips graze the shell of your ear, his taught chest and chiseled arms embracing you tightly, it is taking everything within you not to jerk your hips violently. You can tell by the way his heavy pants in your ear get louder, and his roaming hands become more grabby that your little 'cuddling season' is getting very dangerous very quickly.

You freeze when Bokuto moves slightly to adjust his position laying on the couch. At least, that's what you hope it looked like from above the blanket, because beneath it, he just angled his hips to pull back an inch and then push forward, sighing deeply through his nose as he presses the head of his cock as far as it will go. You inhale sharply, wincing when it makes a louder noise than you wished for, then relaxing after a few moments of no one noticing. Only when his tip is hugged tightly to your cervix does he settle back into stillness. You want to turn and glare at him, but the lethal grip his biceps have around your waist keeps you stationary in his arms as his large palms roam your sides.

"Kou," you whisper in a warning tone that he doesn't register. He simply buries his face in your hair and hums happily in response, pleased that you are calling out to him. You look up to assess the potential risk around you. Atsumu is the most likely to notice first, as he is sitting on the couch right beside you, but he also seems the most distracted, idly chatting with Hinata during the movie. Ok, you figure, if you can just keep Bokuto in check, maybe you can keep from-

Your breath catches in your throat, thoughts interrupted, when bokuto's hands suddenly slide underneath your shirt, palming your breasts. Teasing your nipples with his fingers, he pinches your sensitive buds, and whether it be involuntary or as revenge for his teasing, your hips jerk back into him, and your walls squeeze his cock tightly, something you immediately regret.

His head falls back and he sighs in pleasure a little too loudly.

A few of your friend's eyes are now on you, specifically Atsumu's, who's staring hard at the two of you with rightful suspicion, before he says a phrase that you and Bokuto, unfortunately, know all too well.

"Hands check!" At the order of the blonde, you and Bokuto raise your hands from under the blanket to show that they aren't up to anything nefarious, and your friends, satisfied, return their attention to the movie.

Thank god they didn’t ask y'all to stand up.

Some time passes and you start to get hopeful, Bokuto seemingly behaving himself as he lays still on the couch behind you. Your friends start to leave one by one, and you actually think for a moment that you'll get out of this scandalous situation with the entirety of your dignity intact. That is, until another guest exits, leaving only Atsumu and Sakusa left, and you feel sudden suspicion and dread at how your boyfriend starts glancing between them and the door. You are moments away from giving Bo a small reminder of patience when he opens his mouth to address the remaining guests.

“Okay guys, I’ll be completely honest, I’m balls deep in y/n right now and getting pretty into it, so, if you wouldn’t mind heading out!”

The small, lingering moment of silence after your boyfriend's announcement rings loudly in your head, and you will yourself to be less aware of your friend's deadpan stares.

“...Really, Bokuto? Really?” Atsumu’s jeers, and then starts laughing.

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Sakusa regards you, apologizing on behalf of the two fools in the room.

“...It’s fine...“ You mumble from behind your hands, burning red with embarrassment.

You can just feel the beefy man behind you beam with excitement as he watches your friends stand and leave. He’s on you the second the door is closed, moaning lowly in your ear,

“M’fucking dying to finish what I started,”

♡ needs it for naps 🥺 ♡ this pretty boy isn’t often tuckered out, but when he is ♡ he still wants to be close to you sooo bad ♡ just needs to hold you and feel you wrapped around him ♡ so he’ll crawl into bed, pulling you into his grip ♡ burying his face in your hair and his cock in your cunt <3 ♡ and just, pass out like that ♡ heaven for him, sometimes inconvenient for you. ♡ don’t even think of trying to move though, this is his sacred time ♡ even if you could escape his beefy grip, ♡ he’s a light sleeper :) and grumpy when waken from naps :) ♡ oh, and he takes it real personally if you ruin his precious cockwarming naps

- ♥ -

You knew you should’ve said no… you’ve got groceries to get and a meeting to catch, but, when your tanned, beefy, exhausted-looking boyfriend walked through the door with heavy steps and spotted you on the couch with those tired hooded eyes, you just couldn’t resist what came next.

When he crawled over to you with that lazy smile, a husky “hey there, pretty puppy” falling from his lips, when he wraps his strong arms around your torso and pulls you in, and especially when he grinds lazily against your ass, moaning a few praises before pulling your panties to the side and stuffing himself inside. Every single time, he hums happily at the way you have to adjust, twitching and whimpering in his grip, before relaxing into his form, and every single time, he is asleep within moments.

A while later, you try to glance at the clock, your movements limited by the big spoon embrace he has you trapped in, and you just know it’s probably time to get up.

But… the soft hum of your boyfriend’s warm breath is on your neck, coming out in steady huffs, his nose nuzzled up to the skin behind your ear, and fuck. You thought you had stronger will power than this.

With his warm embrace, the way his heartbeat thuds rhythmically against your back, his taught chest rising and falling with his peaceful sleep… Honestly, nothing would have made you get out of this heavenly embrace, except maybe, the burden of responsibilities, or maybe the ache of your hips from being wrapped up with your knees toward your chest for so long. You try to shift your hips to a more comfortable angle, and he twitches inside of you, reminding you of how positively filled you are right now.

You huff, from sensation and frustration, and when the wall of muscle behind you doesn’t wake, you try your luck again. You push your legs against his thighs, trying to break free from the curled position his legs had pushed you in. You manage to free yourself some wiggle room, and you hopefully start to squirm your way out of his arms, when a sudden grip on your wrist catches your attention.

“What’re you doing?” His tired voice grumbles out, almost innocently, but you know better, you’ve been caught.

“I was… I have-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his now hardening cock deeper into you.

“You were what, baby? I thought you were being my cocksleeve,” he coos out the degradation with such dripping affection you almost feel guilty for waking him up from his nap. He leans in with a sigh, placing soft and sweet kisses on the skin of your neck, right below your jaw. “You’re so perfect as my little cocksleeve…”

“Shoyo,” You sigh in pleasure and relief, your eyes fluttering closed at his soft touches and warm praises, mistakenly taking his kind demeanor as a sign you were in the clear. You gasp in shock when he flips you over on your stomach in a mere moment.

“But, you woke me, so” He says, his sudden tone almost alarmingly dismissive as he sits up from you, leaving you whining at the loss of his warm chest on your back. He grips your hips in his large hands with vigor, “Now I have to punish you, okay?”

“S-Sho! Wait!” Your fingers grasp at the sheets as you tense. “Can’t,” is all he gives you, running a rough palm down your spine to squeeze your ass harshly.

“You’re my puppy, aren’t you? That means you’ll let me use you when I need you, right?”

♡ he does it to tease himself, and you ♡ can you tell this man is a masochist AND a sadist? ♡ can you tell this man has an orgasm denial kink AND an edging kink? ♡ ok anyways ♡ he’s fucking wild so he finds it hottest in really risky situations ♡ catch him pushing your skirt up and telling you to be quiet in the corner of a crowed train <3 ♡ or how about on the balcony of a crowded party? ♡ a sea of dancing people behind him, a night sky of city lights and passing cars in front of you ♡ he’ll hold you in place while spilling filth into your ears ♡ after all, as long as you stay still ♡ he just looks like a good caring boyfriend, hugging his girlfriend on the balcony <3

- ♥ -

Music and muffled voices pound dully through the glass of the closed balcony doors, colored lights flash in your periphery, mostly blocked by Tendou’s looming frame behind you as the cold wall of the balcony is pressed tight against your chest. Your fingers white-knuckle the railing in tight fists, attempting to ground yourself, as the painful stretch of your boyfriend's cock threatens to do you in. He's only halfway in you, and your head is spinning as he barely pushes more of himself inside.

Your hips jerk forward to escape the harsh stretch of his cock, but the tense tightness of your cunt won't allow you any reprieve, only succeeding to suction him in tighter as you pull forward.

“S-Shit, you better stop fucking doing that, sweet girl.” His long fingers have a mean grip on your hips, your skirt bunched in his knuckles, and you can practically feel purple forming beneath his fingertips.

He waits for you to still and then sinks farther into you. You twitch again, and he reprimands you with a harsh warning squeeze to your thigh, leaving the flesh tender and aching.

“Better listen to me pretty thing, or I’ll have to pull out and leave you an empty mess on this balcony.”

“No! Satori, please,” you pant, the muscles of your thighs and ass trembling from trying not to push back into his agonizingly still hips.

His long, curved, perfect cock is slowly driving inch by inch into your wet heat, dragging his pronounced head against your sweet spot at a speed so slow you could choke.

You whine and grab desperately at his hands, the one on the railing and the one digging painfully into your hip.

“I said, stay still angel, or this whole party will see how fucking desperate you are for me," he moans lowly, voice deep and taunting, a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your cheek. He fists the flesh of your hip harder, despite you keeping yours just as still as his, and you whimper.

"Don't get us caught, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he practically growls in your ear, his killer grip on the balcony making the veins in his hands protrude. The throbbing of your bruised hip under his large grip and the dripping lust from his voice is too much, your knees shake and a deep, broken whine leaves your throat. Tendou shivers, releasing his hand on your side to wrap his strong arm across your waist, trapping you against him. He moans into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Fuck, unless, that's what you want, huh? You just tightened around me, does getting caught stuffed full of my cock turn you on, slut?” He's growling in your ear and you whimper, your head falling back to his shoulder, tender walls fluttering around his cock. He leans down and groans against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to trap you in a tighter hug against the balcony and finally push his cock into you to the hilt. His lips smile against the side of your throat as you gasp.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? You’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My dirty little whore,” You quiver around him as he grunts in your ear, his aching cock twitching against your cervix.

You can tell by the way his voice shakes and grows huskier, and the way he tightens his arm around your waist, fingertips digging forcefully into your soft flesh, that he is just as weak and trembling with pleasure as you are.

“I should just fuck you right here on this balcony, shouldn’t I? Let everyone below us, everyone at this party see how good I fuck you, show them how hard I make you cum, yeah?” He’s practically panting in your ear, his cock painfully still, and painfully hard, straining in your tight, gummy walls.

“I’ll spread you open and show the whole world you’re mine, you want that?” His iron restraint has held up until now, his hips jutting forward in a moment of weakness, jolting you into the cold balcony and making you cry out his name.

“Yes, please! Tori! I’m yours!”

The pleased, sadistic chuckle that tumbles from his throat is low and vibrates you to your soaking core.

“That’s my fucking girl,”

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sweetleaf-cafe · 3 years

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Floyd Crush/Relationship Headcanons

First off, if you've attracted this chaotic eel, good luck.

Once he's decided he's into you, or even before he realizes it, he's going to be extremely obvious.

Floyd will straight up attach himself to you.

Say goodbye to your personal space!

(Though if you were really uncomfortable, he would back off, a bit.)

He can and will squeeze you whenever you're in the vicinity, and if you're not, he'll probably just chase you down and do it anyways.

And if he surprises you or manages to get some sort of rise out of you while doing it?

Then it'll be extra fun in his book!... And you can expect it to become even more of an occurrence.

"Found you, Shrimpy! Lemme squeeze you~!"

When he squeezes you, he's still very firm in his grip, but usually not bone-crushing.

(It wouldn't be any fun if he broke his favorite Shrimpy.)

Well, unless he were very excited or if his mood was at some sort of extreme.

If so, you'll have to be quick to remind him that he's not trying to kill you, and if you don't, R.I.P. you.

Also, he doesn't particularly care where he squeezes you.

You could be giving a presentation in front of the entire school, and that wouldn't stop him.

He would just run up, pick you up, and run right off the stage or wherever you are with you in tow.

(Que Jade chasing after Floyd while Azul tries to get the chaos at the assembly under control.)

If Floyd wants his squeezes, he's getting his squeezes.

Overall though, as long as he isn't murdering you or you aren't super shy or easily embarrassed, hugs from Floyd are very fluffy!

Physical affection from Floyd is certainly not limited to squeezes though.

He loves draping himself on you like a freaking coat.

Only he's very heavy and chances are, you will topple under his weight.

If you do, will he bother to move from this position?

Nah

He's comfortable enough as is, as for you?

Pray you aren't in some sort of public space or a hallway.

Hope you can get comfy quick, because who knows how long you're going to be there?

And that's not the end of it, not by a long shot.

He'll also rest his head, arms, or whatever's most comfortable on your head.

If you're somehow taller than Floyd, then DOESN'T MATTER.

He'll just have you sit down first.

Or he'll even just straight up grab a box, stand on it, and rest himself on top of your head.

But if he can't do that, then your shoulders are pretty comfy too, right? :D

"Shrimpy! I'm tired.... lemme use you as a pillow!"

Overall, even before an official relationship starts, Floyd is already very physically affectionate with you.

And he will want your attention, like, all the time.

Whenever he can, he'll be looking for his favorite shrimpy.

Time spent together is spent doing all sorts of stuff, but Floyd is always going to looking to make it FUN.

He wants to play with Shrimpy!

Which somehow always ends with him chasing you around.

If he doesn't find whatever it is that you're doing interesting, he has absolutely no issue trying to find some way of distracting you from it.

What he'll do will certainly vary, but he'll often poke and prod you while complaining till he has your attention.

Or if he's really wanting your immediate attention, he'll just pick you up and carry you off to do whatever it is he wants to do.

At that point, good luck trying to get anything done.

And he'll also get rather possessive.

Does not like it at all if your friends get too close or they flirt with you.

Well, he doesn't like it if anyone pulls something like that if it's not him.

If someone gets a bit too close for comfort, Floyd will squeeze you, all the while sending a death glare towards the offender.

From there, he would be even clingier for the rest of the day, or even longer, depending on how you interacted with them.

And hid mood would also be rather foul.

If you were to ask him about it, he would be honest with you.

"They got too close to my Shrimpy."

If you ask him about since when you've been his Shrimpy, he'll shrug it off.

"Since I decided it."

He'll want a lot of cuddles from you, and somewhere along the line, he'll probably just trap you in his arms and stay like that until his mood shifts.

"I just wanna stay like this."

Floyd is also one to be very vocal about his love for you.

When he's not ranting to Azul and Jade about how adorable he thinks you are, he'll be telling it to your face.

He has absolutely no shame when it comes to this.

What he says will also differ.

Sometimes, it's remarks about how cute he thinks you are.

"Shrimpy is the cutest when they're jumping around like that~"

To other more upfront remarks.

"Because I wuv my Shrimpy~!"

Either way, he's very good about letting you know just the way he feels about you.

It's honestly endearing.

While many of these aren't said in super serious situations, he certainly means every word.

And if you're easily flustered, then he'll definitely notice that.

Once he does, prepare yourself, because you're in for one heck of a ride.

He'll be even more vocal about it, because he thinks that it's adorable when your face turns all red like that~

Throughout all this, eventually, Floyd will just decide he wants to make it official.

He's already aware that you two are essentially in a relationship, and the idea of being able to take it up a notch makes him feel all happy inside.

(The idea likely first being presented by Jade and Azul.)

If you think he's going to wait to tell you, YOU'RE WRONG.

The moment he decides this, he'll just barrel through to find you.

Once he does, he'll pick you up and twirl you around, seemingly happier than ever.

"Shrimpy! I was looking for you all over the place~! So I like you, I want you to stay with me, and I want to date you."

He'll be very upfront with it, not really leaving any room for interpretation.

And from there, he'll also tell you about all the little and big things he loves about you, already in a really great mood.

Should you accept, he'll legit start beaming.

That mood will certainly last awhile, so you can expect most people nearby to be breathing a sigh of relief.

They did not want to be around if things went awry.

Now that you're officially in a romantic relationship, somehow, he'll be even more affectionate.

He'll want kisses from you all the time.

And is not afraid to bug you for them.

"Shrimpy, I wanna kiss~!"

He loves it when you pepper his face with kisses, and any sort of affection you give him, he'll return it three-fold.

Whenever you kiss him, depending on his mood, it can go many different ways.

Still, a lot of the time, he'll be hungry for more.

So it's best to not kiss him a whole lot unless you're looking for a full-on make out session.

As for his erratic mood swings, you'll have to deal with that.

Sometimes, when his mood is sour, you'll be able to brighten it up with a kiss or something cute like that.

However, much of the time, he'll likely just get annoyed with you and will just want to be left alone.

Should you persist, it likely wouldn't really end well. When it comes to this, it's really best to just give him space when asks for it.

Once he's feeling better, he'll be sure to find you and hang out with you more, and will give you an apology if things didn't go so well.

Overall, things with Floyd are always a rollercoaster of emotions and will bring more than enough chaos in your life.

So once again, good luck with our eel boi!

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