#no room for anything on his tiny shoulders that are covered up by his hair anyway lol

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The Ripe and The Ruin (Chapter 5)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader, OC x Reader

Word Count: 18.2k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking, Angst, Anxiety, Lying, Sexual Themes, Kissing, Unprotected Sex.

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A new series in collaboration with my talented co-writer @gretavanmoon.

A/N: Hi everyone! Just popping in to let you know that Jules and I will be taking the next two weeks off of writing so that we can enjoy our upcoming Starcatcher shows! This means that there will not be a new chapter next week or the week after. Hopefully this chapter will hold you over until then, and build a little anticipation...

"Like all good fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin."

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

HER POV

Your phone buzzing loudly on the nightstand wakes you in a frenzy, the night sweat making your hair stick to your face. Your eyes pop open to the sound as you roll toward it, reaching for it as quickly as possible. You tap the screen, silencing the alarm that is telling you it’s time to get up and get ready to leave for the airport. You roll back over to find Jake completely out, the sound of the alarm not phasing him in the least. Soft breath is leaving his lips, a faint snore rattling around in his chest as his hand rests softly on the edge of your pillow. 

You admire the softness of his features, how smooth his lips are, and the way his hair is fanning over his face. Your eyes travel over his shoulder and down his body until it disappears beneath the white sheets, the covers hanging low on his waist. You can feel his legs tangled with yours and it almost feels sinful to pull them away. The room is still a little dark, the sun just barely risen as it starts to peek through the curtains in the room. You know that you have an hour until you have to be downstairs with your suitcase, so you make the painful decision to pull yourself away from him. 

You gently untangle your legs from his and slide out of the soft, warm bed, unnoticed. You tiptoe into the bathroom and shut the door behind you, letting out the breath you were holding. You turn on the light and look at yourself in the mirror, seeing your streaked and smudged makeup and your disheveled hair. You take a minute to clean yourself up, running your fingers through your hair and gargling with the hotel mouthwash. You pee and wash your hands, turning off the light and quietly opening the door to sneak back into the room. 

As you walk back towards the bed you see Jake is awake, and leaning up on his elbows. You can tell he had just woken, a panicked look in his tired eyes. You stop just short of the bed, looking at him as he takes in the sight of you in his t-shirt. 

“Morning,” you smile, biting your lips together. 

A deep hum comes from his chest as his face softens, “Mmm, thought you snuck out on me, come get back in bed.”

Maybe five more minutes won’t hurt…

You walk around the front of the bed, watching him pull the sheets back to welcome you back into the warm cloud of luxury linens. 

“I wouldn’t just leave without saying anything,” you pause, “I thought you knew me better than that.”

He pulls you into him, wrapping the blankets around your back as he positions your head on his shoulder, humming deeply as he feels your body on his again. He lets out a content sigh, letting his fingers trace circles into your back. 

“I’d like to think I know you inside and out, now,” he quips. 

“Oh shut up, that's gross, it is seven in the morning,” you laugh, digging your fingers into his ribs. 

He runs his nose along your hairline as he laughs, “Did you sleep okay?”

“Apart from your snoring, yes…” you smile, moving the hair off of his face. 

He furrows his brows, “Snoring? If I was snoring I need to call my surgeon back, he was supposed to fix that.”

“I’m kidding. Kinda, you were snoring a tiny tiny bit when I got up, but I didn’t hear you all night,” you admit. 

“You’re up early…”

“My alarm woke me, we have to be downstairs and ready to get to the airport in like, forty-five minutes,” you say.

“Off to Paris…” he says, letting out a relaxed sigh. His eyes meet yours as a smile pulls across his lips. “You excited?”

“Actually yeah, I haven’t ever been,” you answer, letting your eyes linger on his lips. 

“Well, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it’s kinda shitty and dirty. But if you know the right places to go it can be fun, and the food is pretty good. I can make you a little cheat sheet, we have two days off while we’re there if you want me to show you a few places, oh actually there's this really fantastic restaurant I’m gonna take you to, you’ll love it,” he says, the words flowing out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

“Oh, you’re gonna take me?” you tease. 

“Yeah, I’ve earned another date, right?” he asks, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“I think I’d like that,” you answer, kissing his thumb. “But, in order to do all of that, we have to get to Paris, which means we have to get up and I have to go back to my room and pack.”

“I know, I know. I just…” he pauses, his eyes flicking around your face, as he leans his face towards yours, “I’m glad you gave me another chance. Last night was…”

“I know…Me too,” you whisper, leaning into him. His lips meet yours, soft and warm, effectively quieting every loud thought screaming through your mind. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, pulling it away from your mouth just slightly before releasing it with a pop. His hand grips at your face, the evidence of his arousal pressing against your stomach as you whine. Suddenly it stops, and he pulls his lips from yours as he looks at you. 

“You are…incredible,” he smiles, “That should hold me over for a little while. At least until later.”

“Don’t get greedy on me now, Jake,” you taunt, slipping out of the sheets. 

You grab your dress from the floor and make a show of pulling his white t-shirt over your head. His eyes are trained on you as you stand naked in front of him, your chest bare and your nipples hard as his eyes zero in on them. 

“Come back to bed,” he begs. 

“Nope,” you laugh, pulling your dress over your head and sliding into your boots. “I can give you another kiss though.”

“Mmhm, mhmm, yeah, yeah, just… come over here…” he says, hoping to lure you back into the bed. 

You grab your phone and your purse and sling it over your shoulder as you kneel onto the bed where his perfect and desperately hot body is craving you beneath the sheets. You lean over and press your lips to his one more time as his hand slides up the back of your thigh. Just before it lands where he wants it to, you pull away and smooth out your dress. 

“See you downstairs in thirty?” you ask playfully. 

“Five more minutes,” he barters. 

“Later…” you pause, “Maybe.”

“Temptress,” he growls from his place in the bed.  

You nod and start to head towards the door catching his eyes one more time. “Just for you.”

JAKE POV

One last breath of the sheets that hold the smell of her perfume, and you’re regretfully pulling yourself from the mess of blankets to get ready for the day. Travel days are always a little restful, but at times can be more chaotic than anything. The one thing that will get you through today, though, is knowing that you’ll soon be visiting one of the most romantic cities on earth, with the new flame that’s entered your life in a whirlwind.

You stressfully cram all your things into your suitcase, making a mental note to visit the laundry room at the next hotel. The frantic nature of last night had the thought of packing up your stuff at the very end of your list of things to accomplish; taking care of the woman in your bed seemed to be just a bit more important than making sure you didn’t forget your toothbrush. 

Time is ticking, and you know you have mere minutes before you need to be downstairs. Then, like a flood of bad memories, you remember the texts that Isla sent you last night, rushing back to your already overstimulated brain. 

“Fuck. Fuck!!!” you shout just loudly enough to startle yourself, and you button the button on your jeans before unplugging your phone from the charger, balling the cord up in your fist. You bring up Isla’s text string, seeing all of the “horrible” things she had seen on Danny’s story be read back to you in real time. She always did have an eagle eye, noticing things that happened in the background before she ever really saw what was happening right in front of her. Ironic, really. You run your hand over your face as you hop up to quickly brush your teeth and finish packing. What do you even say? How do you even answer those texts? She isn’t wrong, but… she’s also most definitely not right. 

You have to call her. Let her bitch. Let her yell and scream like she always does, give her a half-assed explanation, and tell her that Josh had you to accompany the new runner on an errand. That’s what you’ll do. Why the anticipation of the phone call is giving you anxiety, you don’t really know. It’s fucked that she makes you feel this way. You wish she would just take the fucking hint, and get out of your house.

You try to shake the thoughts from your mind as you do a one-over of the room, making sure you haven’t left anything behind. Something catches the corner of your eye, a pile of red fabric tucked up underneath the bedskirt. You rush over and pick it up, finding it to be exactly what you suspected, Y/N’s red lace thong. She must have slipped it off in her sleep. You grin to yourself as you get a flashback of last night, seeing her ass and back so perfectly arched for you, the red lace standing out in the shadowy darkness of the room. 

You stuff it in the hidden inside pocket of your jacket, fully ready to give it back to her at the most appropriate time… or maybe not. 

You grab the handle of your suitcase and begin rolling it to the door, pulling your phone out to make the phone call that you’re absolutely dreading. You expect Isla to answer on the first ring, but when she doesn’t, and the third and fourth rings let you know she most likely isn’t going to answer, you feel a ginormous weight lifted directly off your shoulders. You tried. Not your fault she didn’t answer and you were getting directly on a plane. 

You finally make your way out of the lobby and to the vans parked out on the side lot, seeing that most everyone is taking their sweet time getting here this morning. You greet Paul and Danny and Corri, your eyes scanning around to see if you’ll catch a glimpse of Y/N in the bright orange morning sunlight. And of course, just as you lift your suitcase into the back of the van, she’s skirting around the one parked in front, her eyes trained on her phone in her hand. 

You pull your sunglasses over your eyes, watching her preoccupied self lift her heavy bag into the van while still trying to accomplish whatever it is she’s doing on her phone. She hasn’t seen you yet, and you admit you’ve got a little bit of nerves in your stomach. You’re watching how the sun is hitting her hair, how her facial expressions draw up and down as she tries to read through what you know is a million emails, and how she juts her hip out to one side as she tosses her heavy carry-on across her neck.

She’s really, really pretty. And you swear, she doesn’t even know it. 

Suddenly you feel Sam’s hands on your shoulders, shaking you back and forth with force. “Top of the morning, brother! What are you standing there dumbfounded for? Thought Lyla and I would be fighting you for the backseat…”

You get yourself together, blinking rapidly as Sam breaks you from your awe-stricken stare. You hope he didn’t see where your direct line of vision was pointed. 

“Oh, you guys can have it, no big deal,” you reply, hopping into the open door and finding your place in one of the center seats. 

You see Sam’s face turn up in surprised disgust. “Uh, thanks? Are you okay?” 

It’s no secret that the backseat of the van always either belongs to you, or to Sam and Lyla. Just the way it has always been. But today, you’re feeling a little generous. “Yeah, I’m alright I guess. Why?”

Had amazing mind-blowing sex last night… I’m on cloud 9, Sam. 

“Just weird of you to give up your seat so willingly when we normally fistfight for it, that’s all…” Sam replies with suspicion in his voice. 

If I can keep this mood going, you can have the backseat for the rest of tour, I don’t give a fuck.

“Yeah… well don’t get used to it.”

—-

You’d learned the plane ride would thankfully end up being extremely short, and you found yourself seated with Josh and Ty rather than beside Y/N again. You did manage to catch her eyes a handful of times in the airport, though, each time making her fight off a smile while her face turned pink. Keeping things between you a bit of a secret is proving to be a little tedious, but again, it has only been a few days. Sneaking around with her is adding a whole new bit of excitement to your life, something completely unexpected and away from your norm. She’d ended up seated a few rows behind you on the plane, so you’d busied yourself with watching YouTube videos and mindless reel scrolling to pass the time.

Just as you are in the middle of watching someone restring a harp, your phone lights up with a text from her. 

Y/N

9:14AM: Don’t tell me that’s you I hear snoring up there…

You chuckle as you remember her jokes from this morning in bed. 

You

9:15AM: That would be my brother. Sheesh, picking on me again, are you?

Y/N

9:15AM: It’s kinda fun to :) What does your day look like?

9:16AM: I mean, I could look at your itinerary, but I’d rather you just tell me.

Your heart warms at that, for some reason.

You

9:16AM: Heading straight for soundcheck as soon as we land, then some other pre show shit. What about you?

Y/N

9:18AM: Ahhh, that’s probably why I have to get all of the suitcases to your rooms then…

You

9:20AM: Don’t be snooping around in my stuff now…

Y/N

9:21AM: I slept in your shirt last night Jake. Don’t think I need to snoop...

You

9:22AM: You’re right. If I had my way, you’d be wearing my clothes day and night

Just then the pilot comes over the speaker, letting everyone know it’s time to land. Your conversation is cut short, but at least you know that you had been on her mind, too. You want to see what she has to say, want to know what she would have responded with, but for now, it has to wait. As the plane descends, you’re wondering why Isla never texted you back, but you chalk it up to the time difference, and maybe she is wanting to avoid you a little after her outburst last night.

Or maybe she realized she overreacted. Probably not. 

As the morning turns into the chaos of making it to the venue, your mind gets occupied with thoughts of nothing but the show. You go full-force professional, drowning yourself in your work and making sure things are running tightly with the sound of your music. You and your brothers spend the next bit of time doing your duties, and you even take some time to go over a few things with your guitar tech Johnny to check in on the state of your precious babies. 

For the first time in a while, your mind is at complete ease. You’re laughing. You’re smiling. You can almost feel the serotonin coursing through your veins, and the overall calmness settle in over your entire being. A sly look from Josh tells you that he can tell you’re glowing; it must be obvious in your aura that you had a really good night with Y/N. You finally feel like you can exhale completely without the burden of the Isla situation looming over you like a black cloud. 

For the first time in nearly a year, you get the feeling that everything is going to be okay. You feel in charge of your life, and your decisions. None of the bullshit matters. The phone call from Chris yesterday is just the icing on the cake. A brand new air of confidence has overtaken you, and the realization that you’re a grown man who can make your own decisions further outweighs the burden of the woman who is, for lack of a better term, leeching at all the life you have left. 

…That is, until your phone begins buzzing in your pocket. Fuck. Just had to think it.

You remorsefully pull it from your pocket, already knowing that you’re going to find her contact name and photo of the two of you lighting up your screen. You huff in aggravation when you find just that. 

“Gonna go to the restroom, be right back,” you announce to everyone as you quickly slip down the metal stairs and to the bathrooms backstage. You prep yourself, ready to have the conversation that you’ve had so many times before. 

“Hello?” you answer with an intentional sound of breathlessness in your voice, making yourself seem busier than you actually are.

“Jake…” Isla says. 

You push into the bathroom, glancing under the stalls to find that you have the place to yourself. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you say, wandering into the handicapped stall so you can pace in private. 

“What’s up? What’s up?! Did you not get my texts last night? What the fuck is going on, Jake? Where did you go with that girl?” Isla begins to raise her voice. “I saw you two leaving on Danny’s story, you were in a rush, Jake, walking her out the door.”

“Isla, Isla listen to me, will you just let me talk? Damn!” you retaliate. “She is our new runner.”

“Yeah I fuckin’ saw that, Jake. I found her Instagram.” You roll your eyes, because of course she did. 

“Josh needed her to go on an errand to get him something last night, and it was really really late. Dean had to stay back with everyone else because there were some fans hanging around, so I walked her down the street to the store. That’s it.” You know you’re lying. The guilt of hearing yourself say it all out loud hits you in the gut. But there’s no way in hell you’re telling her anything remotely close to the truth. She doesn’t deserve it, really. You don’t owe her shit at this point.

“Ok so why didn’t Josh go by himself? Or why didn’t he go with her, instead of you?” she presses. Here comes the digging. 

“Because he and Ty had had like 5 shots of tequila a piece and they were taking care of each other. He knew he would be feeling like hell this morning, and he was out of his tea or some shit, so he made her a list of things he needed. Fuck, I don’t know, you know how he is. I stayed outside…” 

She stays silent for a second as she runs over your explanation. Ok, maybe this is working. 

“You’re a horrible liar, Jacob. You always have been…” her words are quiet and exhausted, and they hit you like a dagger, for some reason. It isn’t so much what she said, but how she said it. And, for the fact that you know in your heart of hearts that this is probably the very first lie you’ve ever told her. In three years. What else did she think you had lied about?

“I’m not lying, Isla,” your words taste like sour poison in your mouth as you lean your elbow onto the stall wall, resting your forehead on your arm. 

“You might not be lying, but you’re sure as hell not telling me the whole truth. Are you seeing her, Jake?” she asks, her voice rising again. “Because it feels like I need to say something to he–”

“Isla, please! For the love of god! You do not need to say something to her, please stop with that! She was just doing her job!” you feel defensive. 

She scoffs. “Ya know, you’ve changed, Jake. Something isn’t the same with you anymore…”

“Oh, you think?!” you yell, pushing yourself off of the wall. “Isla, open your eyes! We haven’t been good in almost a year, do you not realize that?! We fight, we argue, we can’t stand the sight of each other sometimes! Did you not even notice when I would spend days at a time staying with Sam and Josh?”

She stays quiet, but you feel like the words that you’ve been wanting to say for a while now are finally bubbling to the surface with ease. “I…I’ve tried to break this off countless times, Isla. You can’t tell me you are ignoring that altogether. I’ve asked you multiple times to please find somewhere else to live.”

“You agreed that we would go on a break…”

“God Isla, don’t you remember that night? The night before I left… it was fucking 4AM, neither of us had slept, I was getting on a plane in like two hours… you were crying, I was crying, we were fighting horribly. I couldn’t even get out of my damn house unless I agreed to your terms,” you argued, recounting one of the worst nights of your entire life.

“So you seem to have forgotten that we had sex that night, too, huh?” she spouts. Fuck. You leaned back onto the wall, banging the outside of your fist against it. 

“We slept together before the fight, Isla. Remember?”

“So how are you going to have sex with me, then tell me you want to break up in the same night?” she cries. 

“We’ve gone through that exact scenario like ten times! It’s just… It just happens, I guess…!” you shake your head as the memory floods back. One thing that you and Isla never ever had a problem with was your sex life. Things could be rocky as hell between you, fights and arguments all over the place, but somehow, your bodies always craved each other when your hearts didn’t. It never made any sense. Mad sex happened often, but you never had make-up sex. It was always good, really really good, but toward the end, the love had faded and was replaced solely by your need for physical pleasure. 

Half the time, when you found yourselves wrapped up in one another after a fight, you’d get the realization that the situation was completely unhealthy and an unnatural thing to do, but it was what it was. An endless cycle. She’d throw on her tears, and you’d fall for it. Every. Single. Time. 

Until now. Well, the past couple of months, at least. You’d become so exhausted of your life with her that you could hardly live with yourself anymore. Sure, you still loved her, and still do, in some weird, fucked up way, but practicality and maturity had come into play lately, and you’d decided that if you were going to move forward with your life, you had to make a decision. And your decision didn’t include her. 

“Jake,” her voice gets quiet and solemn again.

“What?” you fuss. 

“Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me?”

Your head falls backward as you let your eyes roll. Of course you remember. 

“Yeah, what about it?” you answer with annoyance. 

“We had too many margaritas on our first date. Decided to walk home, took the scenic route, you were so giddy drunk you told me you loved me, right then and there in the middle of the street. On our first date. And… you didn’t even regret it the next morning,” she recounted that summer night some three-odd years ago.

You close your eyes… if only you knew then…

“Yeah. I remember,” you say, biting your lips. 

“What changed?” Suddenly her tone feels sincere, like she wasn’t completely present for the downfall of your relationship. 

You bite your cheeks in as you pace around the stall, avoiding the dirty tiles as the fluorescent light above you blinks on and off. 

“I dunno, I guess we just… grew apart. Wanting different things… my life did a 180 really, really quickly…” you shy away from adding the part that you really want to say, that she turned into a whole different person than the one you fell in love with in the middle of the street that night. What once was the best thing that ever happened to you has turned into a person who only cares to be seen with you when there are fans taking pictures, or when she can show you off simply for the fame that you’ve acquired, not for the person that you actually are. “I grew up a lot, Isla. I want different things, now. And I’m sorry, I really, really am. How things have worked out…” You feel a lump begin to swell at the back of your throat as you hear her crying on the other end.

“You told me I was it for you…” she says after a few beats, sending your heart straight to your stomach again. 

“I know. I know I did. But–”

“Do you love me at all anymore, Jake? Like, even just a little? Is there any chance that…” she sniffles. 

You hold strong, though swallowing the lump in your throat is harder than you thought it’d be. “I don’t think that there is, Isla… I’m… we’ve been apart for so long now that I…I’ve realized things. Even more clearly than I did before…”

“So you’re just gonna throw everything away, all that we built together…I…I’m not willing to throw everything away, Jake…” Just as her sentence ends, your reception becomes spotty, and you hear her voice cut in and out. 

“Isla, I can’t hear you. Hey…I don’t have good service… I’ll… Hello?” You hold your phone in the air as you watch your two bars go down to none, and the call hangs itself up. 

“Fuck…” you breathe, feeling a flood of emotions taking over you. You hate this. You truly do. You hate lying to her. You hate lying to anyone in general, it’s not who you are. But in your mind, things were so far gone with Isla when you left, and you were so earth-shatteringly pissed off and tired of the back and forth, that you agreed to her “break” with the impression that she wouldn’t speak to you while you were gone. That she wouldn’t make an effort to know your every move, and would try to find herself somewhere else to live, so that way when you returned home, you could have your own space to recollect and cool off without her there. Only then could you finally discuss things like adults, cut your ties, and move on with your lives. 

…But she just didn’t. 

And you didn’t expect to feel so free without her hanging on your every action. 

And you didn’t expect Y/N.

You shove the stall door open, finding none other than your twin sitting cross-legged on the countertop, his chin balanced on his fists. 

“Fuck, Josh, you scared me. How long have you been–”

“Long enough. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, I just…came to make sure you’re okay. You’ve been “peeing” for fifteen minutes, now,” he jokes, hopping off the counter. You both stand and stare at each other for a few seconds, and you can tell that he’s absorbing your pain, a little bit. Letting himself understand the predicament you’re in. “You’re really in a fucked up spot, aren’t you?”

You let out a sigh, turning to lean against the counter beside him. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, I am.” You run your hand through your hair as you turn on the cold water, letting your hands sit underneath the running faucet before patting the icy water onto your eyes. “Guess this guilt trip is what I get for being too good of a person. I could tell Isla that I fucking hate her and I never want to see or hear from her ever again, block her number, and tell her to kick rocks. But…”

“But she still lives with you…” Josh finishes. 

“Yeah. And I’m not home to kick her out onto the street. Not like I would, anyway…” you go on. 

“You still have a soft spot for her, don’t you?” Josh asks, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You shrug, not sure how to answer. “I don’t think it’s a soft spot. It’s… It’s more like, a habit. A normalcy. We’d become so accustomed to each other and our routines and patterns that we just… don’t really know how to separate. Does that make sense?”

Josh nods. “You’re saying ‘we’.

You shake your head as you flip the faucet off. “You know what I mean. This trip, this tour so far, has seriously put things into perspective for me. With my standpoint on things. But, it doesn’t make it any easier to face.”

Josh takes a deep breath as the two of you make your way to the door. “I get it. I get it… I think you should stick with your guns, though. I’ve never seen you so upbeat as you have been today. Not in a long while, at least. It’s like you’re finally free, or something.”

“Or it could be because I got my redemption with Y/N last night…” you counter. 

“OHHHH did you?! Well, it all makes sense now!” he yells a little bit too loudly as you walk back through the hall to the stage. “Means you’re gonna be a fuckin’ animal on stage tonight, then, god damnit.”

The two of you laugh and shove each other’s bodies into the cold block walls, and the phone call with Isla suddenly falls to the very back of your mind, just as quickly as it had come. 

HER POV

“Sure you’ve got all that?” Corri asks as she hands the staff and crew keycards. 

“Yeah, I’ll just make a few trips, it’s no big deal!” you reply as you roll the guys’ suitcases into a corner to hide behind the front desk of the hotel. 

“I’m so sorry, I’d help but I’ve gotta run…” she smiles and waves as she answers her phone, already in a hurry as she rushes back out the door. 

“No worries!” you wave back as you sort out the key cards in your hand. You find the card for your own room first, deciding to go ahead and drop your own things off before worrying about theirs. Once inside, you make quick work of dropping all your bags onto the bed, taking notice of the view outside your window. You have to peek around the corner of the brick building to catch the tiniest glimpse of the Eiffel Tower, but still yet, the actual proximity of it is astounding. You feel a jolt of excitement run through you as you realize you’ll get to visit it soon. You snap a quick photo of it, sending it away to Ruth before heading back downstairs. 

“Okay, Josh, you’re up first, sir. 603, 603…” You take the handle of his suitcase in your hand and make your way to the elevators again.

You make the multiple trips up and down to make sure the belongings are delivered safely. Jake’s things happen to be last up, and you laugh to yourself that it just happened to be that way. “412…” you mutter to yourself as you make your fourth and final trip up the elevators. As you wait for it to ascend, you take a second to look at his luggage, plain black and worn-in around the edges with an old brown leather keychain hanging from the handle. Attached to the keychain is what looks like the stringed remnants of what was once a white knotted bracelet of some kind, but the edges are so frayed and torn up that you can hardly tell if it was a bracelet or just a bunch of woven string. 

The elevator dings, and you pull the last remaining card from your back pocket. You make your way down to room 412, using the card to open the heavy door in front of you. In the others’ rooms, you left the suitcases by the beds, but in Jake’s you take a second to lift it onto the shelf for him, turning it so all he will have to do is unzip, and flip it open. For a second, you contemplate snooping a little, but you’re scared that he would notice. Instead, you walk to the window, pulling the metal ball chain to open the blinds. The window goes from floor to ceiling, and after the blinds are pulled all the way, you can see the Tower in all its beauty, standing broad and proud in its entirety. 

“Wow…” you breathe, pulling the window handle and realizing that it is in fact a sliding door to a small balcony. 

Again, you pull your phone out and set it to a .5 zoom, able to get the entire tower in the frame. You attach the photo to a message to Jake. 

You

11:49AM: Your view of the Eiffel Tower is a lot better than the view from my room, I must say…

You watch your phone for a minute or so before you see his text bubble pop up, sending excitement rolling through your nervous system. 

Jake

11:51AM: So stay in mine tonight

“Oh my god…” you whisper as you feel your face get hot. You’re smiling like a giddy child, realizing that he wants to see you again. You wiggle your fingers above your phone as you decide on how to reply. Could this be becoming a regular thing? You want to lay it on heavy, because why not? 

You

11:53AM: Already wanting round 3 this soon, hm?

Jake

11:54AM: And 4 and 5 and 6

You

11:54AM: You better be careful Jake, wouldn’t want to spoil yourself with too much of a good thing ;)

Jake

11:55AM: Baby haven’t you noticed I’m the overindulgent type?

11:55AM: Spoiling myself is what I do best

You feel your body getting heated as you realize he is really into you. He wants to indulge himself in you. 

You

11:56AM: Didn’t realize I was this craveable to you

Jake

11:57AM: Like I said, hardly a clean thought in days

You slide your phone back into your pocket as you realize you have things to do today, and you can’t be spending your time borderline sexting with your boss. You fan away the redness from your face and close the blinds back up, heading back out into the hall. 

As the door latches behind you, you notice Mia, Lyla, and Ty standing out in the hallway talking. 

“Oh, hey girl!” Lyla says. “Thanks for getting all their stuff in the rooms, you off to fill the rider?” She crosses her arms across her chest as Mia dons a snarky smile, waiting for your answer all the same. 

“Yep! Heading to the venue to get the print-off now, but we have a meeting first. What are you guys gonna do today?” You ask, trying to seem busy with digging around in your shoulder satchel. 

“Mmm, I dunno…” Lyla goes on. “Maybe explore a little bit. Hey, did you manage to get everything for Josh last night? Saw you and Jake slide out of the hotel bar last night, then we never saw you again…” She shrugs her shoulders like she’s innocently asking, but you catch onto her antics quickly. You’d been noticing their suspicions for the past couple of days, and now they are out in full force. She looks to Mia who raises her eyebrows in question, as well. 

“Yeah, you guys just… disappeared. Together.” Mia adds. You hear Ty scoff as he leans his shoulder on the wall. 

You swallow hard as you readjust your stance. “Yeah, Josh gave me a list of things that he needed when he realized he was too intoxicated to make a trip down to the store, Dean stayed back to keep an eye out for you guys and that hoard of people standing by the exit. Jake was sober, so he walked with me. Then we split ways and went to our rooms,” you explain. You don’t really know why you’re lying to them, Jake even said he isn’t worried about getting into trouble… but why are they acting so interested in what you’re doing, anyway? It’s not their business…

Lyla and Mia both look at Ty for confirmation as he ignores the situation and scrolls his phone, giving them a small nod to let them know that yes, that was the story.

“Hm, cute,” Mia says, kicking her shoe into the carpet. “Hero Jake saves the day again. Things will change real quick when I–”

“They went to the store for me, okay?” Ty interrupts her. “I needed Pepto fucking Bismol, BAD, okay? Do you think I wanted to ask Dean for that?? That’s embarrassing as hell and I didn’t care that Jake knew. Fuck! You bitches are so nosy, I swear to god…” Ty scoffs again as he leans back onto the wall. “Can we go get breakfast now before I eat my fucking hand?”

Ty. Your hero. 

Lyla furrows her brow together as she gives you a quick up-down. What is going on? What switched up all of a sudden? Yesterday, everything felt fine with them, now your gut is telling you that they’re indifferent toward you. 

“Yep,” Lyla says. “Let’s go. See you later, Y/N? Meet up for lunch?” They don’t even wait for you to accept the offer before loading into the elevator one by one, leaving you standing in the empty hallway alone. You quickly catch eyes with Ty as the doors begin to close, and you watch as he winks at you, letting you know your suspicions of Mia and Lyla knowing your little secret are real. 

But then again, their suspicions are very real, too.  

—---

A little later, you all load into the van to head to the venue, and you know you will have exactly an hour after this meeting to hit the store and fill the rider before you need to be back for set-up. Your palms break out into a sweat as you realize today is going to be extra-rushed with the addition of the meeting that’s been sprung into the middle of things, but, the new security has arrived, and management wants them to meet with everyone before the show to do formal introductions. 

“Hey, scoot over,” Ty says as he slides into the bench seat beside you, two paper coffee cups in hand. “I got you this, I don’t know what you like, so I just got you what I like,” he says, handing you the second cup. 

“Oh my god, Ty, that’s so nice of you, thank you! You didn’t have to do that,” you gush, giving him a happy pout as you take the cup from his hand. He shrugs you off like it’s no big deal, adjusting himself in the seat as it pulls from the hotel parking lot. You can see why Josh is so taken with Ty, he’s the kind of guy that grabs your attention immediately, his relaxed body language and nonchalant attitude only add to his striking looks. His eyes are a bright green, almost like a peridot, and when he speaks, he hardly makes eye contact, always looking around as if he’s more nervous than he’s leading on. But then, his kindness shows up as confidence, making him all the more intriguing as a person. 

“No big deal, I have two hands,” he laughs, pulling up the hood of his oversized black hoodie. You notice the white emblem on the front of it, a wild looking mess of pine trees and other designs with some type of words intertwined in the branches of the pines. 

You take a sip of the hot coffee, the perfect balance of cream and sugar mixed with the bitter flavor of the drip. “Hey, what’s on your hoodie?” you ask.

His black fingernails yank down on the pocket of the hoodie, stretching out the material so you can get a better look. “Oh, this is my brother’s band. This hoodie is old as fuck…” he motions to the worn-in rips around the cuffs of the sleeves, and the tear in the pocket. 

“Oh, cool! Are they still playing?” you ask.

“They still get together every now and then, but, they’ve mostly moved on with their lives. I used to design the merch and do their visuals and shit. Feels like a lifetime ago…” he goes on, taking a long drink of his coffee.

“That’s really neat, Ty. Do you miss doing that kind of thing?” you ask. 

“Yeah, I do, actually. I went to school for graphic design, worked for a nightclub in college helping out the back of house mix and lights, just fucking around and learning. Their band used to play there a lot, kind of became their House band, I guess. It was wild times, really,” he reminisces, smiling to himself. 

“So you are accustomed to how things work for Josh and the band, then, huh?” you say.

He nods. “Oh yeah. Definitely. Kinda miss it, honestly.”

“Is that how you met Josh?” you feel confident enough to ask. 

He stifles a tight smile. “No. No, we met a long long time ago,” he sings. “Was a different lifetime, back then. Just happened to find him again at the right time…” 

You smile at his story, knowing that now is not the time to press any further on the subject, so you decide to change it. 

“Hey, thanks for… ya know. This morning, in the hall…” you nudge him in the arm and speak quietly as Mia and Lyla are sitting two rows ahead of you. “I–”

“You don’t have to thank me, babe. And you don’t have to explain anything, either,” he keeps his eyes trained straight ahead, speaking just above a whisper as his lips hit the lid of his coffee cup. 

You nod, your mind traveling back to what Mia had said. ‘Things will change real quick…’ What did that even mean? You push it away, instead focusing on your job duties and going over the notes that were sent out in an email this morning. The van pulls into the venue backlot and parks in a corner away from view. 

“Shit,” Paul exclaims from the front seat. “We’ve gotta hurry, or we’re gonna miss this meeting!” Everyone quickly makes their way into the building to gather for directions.

“See you later, ma,” Ty says as he rushes off toward the other van to find Josh. 

“Yeah, thanks again for the coffee!” you answer. As you follow Paul, Wes, and Corri inside, you catch a quick glimpse of Jake grouped with the rest of the guys and their partners, and he flashes you the sweetest glance, holding it for just long enough to make your nerves swim.

A few rushed minutes later, you gather with the rest of management and a few members of the crew in a small room with a large table. “Can’t believe we made it on time,” Corri mumbles as she pulls her laptop from her bag. “That traffic was awful!”

Just then, Dean comes in the door, leading a group of two men and one woman behind him. You take them all in, realizing that these three must be the new security personnel. They all have a professional, focused demeanor, eyes already laser-focused on making eye contact with each person in the room. 

“Morning, everyone! Sorry about throwing this meeting on you at the last minute, but our newest security has arrived a few days ahead of schedule, thankfully, and we wanted to introduce everyone,” Paul stands and addresses the room. “Dean?”

Dean steps forward as the other three stand behind him. “Good morning everyone, as most of you know, the band has asked us to add a few more bodies onto the security team, and luckily we were able to find this excellent outfit to spare their time to come to Europe with us. I just wanna thank Paul and Corri for finding them, and giving me a few extra sets of eyes while I do my job to the best of my ability… and I’m looking forward to working with them. So, Murph, take it away.”

You watch as the youngest of the three steps forward, a handsome, muscular man with a high and tight haircut and chinstrap beard. He’s not very tall, but taller than Dean, and his brown eyes are the first thing you take notice of. His arms are littered with tattoos that perfectly showcase his muscular build, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his shirt.

“Thank you Dean, hello everyone, uh my name’s Murph, I’m the lead of this particularly impressive group of individuals behind me. This is Sasha, and this is Monty. We’re very excited to be joining you all as we travel through Europe. Just a little bit about us, uh, each of us is highly trained in the field of security and guard, each of us has over ten years under our belts in this service. After various full careers, we’ve each trained at the same facility for the past, what, six years now?” he goes on, glancing behind him to his teammates. They nod. 

“Dean will still be your head of operations, but the four of us will work hand-in-hand with the systems and protocols that Dean already has in place for your protection. We will be working closely with venue security to make sure everyone stays on the same page day-of. Our number one priority is safety and risk management, as well as emergency response plans to ensure that safety. We do realize that chaos is the nature of live events such as these shows, and that’s the name of the game, so we pride ourselves in being proactive, and we’ll appreciate your understanding of our protocols.”

Murph stands with his hands clasped together, hanging below his waist. You notice that he makes eye contact with everyone, and his demeanor is competent and experienced. He’s very well spoken but laid back, and he smiles at the end of every sentence. He seems sincere, like every bone in his body was formed to do this job, and he talks about his profession like he was born for it. 

“Anyways, as time passes you’ll notice we are very much ‘no-questions-asked’, and our processes are strict and straight-forward. Uhm, we look forward to being here, and please, we don’t bite, we’re all friendly characters who look forward to meeting each and every one of you on this tour.” On his last word, his eyes land on you, giving you the slightest smirk. 

Oh? Did you see that right? Did your mind make that up? He’s…oh.

Murph steps back in line with his cohorts as Corri follows up. “Thanks, Murph. We’re very excited to have you on board. Guys, any questions, comments?” She addresses the staff. 

One gentleman from management that you aren’t very familiar with speaks up. “So I’m not sure any of us have had security follow us around so closely before… will you be accompanying us everywhere?”

Murph rubs his hand across his nose before he speaks again, leaning his arms down on the back of an empty chair. You watch as his pecs and biceps flex under his tight black t-shirt, sending your heart rate into a frenzy. Fuck, he is HOT. 

“Good question, uhm, it’s not our intention to make you feel like you’re being followed by us, please understand. Dean is only one guy, and while I’m more than positive he does his job extremely well, we’re here to quadruple his efforts. So no, we will not escort every person to every outing, or whatever the case may be, our sights will be set on the band members of course, given their faces will be the ones standing out in the crowds. We’ve been specially trained in crowd and fan control, which again will be our main concerns. But please, if you at any time feel unsafe or want an extra set of eyes in any particular place, we are a phone call away. At all times. Please just know we are simply doing what we’re hired to do,” he finishes.

Your heart is beating fast. Why is your heart beating fast? Like really fast… it needs to stop. Slow down. You realize after a few seconds of staring at his lips and the way his jaw moves that you have absolutely no fucking idea what he just said. Shit. Shittttttt. No. Did he have an accent? He had an accent, you think. Southern, maybe? Don’t know, but there was a little bit of a drawl…

“Ok! Well if no one else has any questions, guess we can all get to it! Busy day today everyone, I’ve emailed you all Murph, Sasha, and Monty’s contact info, please feel free to call or text them if you need anything at all. They will also stay on channel 5 of your walkies,” Paul says as he stands from the table. You shake away your intrusive thoughts that came out of fucking nowhere as everyone around you stands and makes their way to the door.

As you stand, you feel light-headed, like you are dizzy, standing on a rocking boat in the middle of the ocean. Did you just swoon? Over a man you don’t know? His assertiveness, his no-nonsense attitude laced with some type of hospitality you’ve never encountered before… his…muscles…

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, letting the feeling pull you back to reality. As your eyes scan the screen a warm feeling fills your chest, and pushes away the swirling floaty feeling. 

‘Jake Added A Song to Your Shared Playlist: 🐥’

You can’t help the smile pulling across your face, quickly biting your lips together as you tap on the notification. The playlist loads as you scroll to the bottom, seeing the song he added only minutes ago, ‘Thinking About You’ by Beck. 

He’s thinking about you. About last night…

Your brain steers you on autopilot as you walk down the hall, your mind replaying each and every glorious moment from last night on repeat. Every touch, every sound. You let out a sigh as you stop and lean against the cool white brick wall, deciding that if you were going to make your move, it had to be now or never. You quickly type in the song title, smirking a little as you find the song you’re looking for. 

You add ‘Here I Am (Come And Take Me)’ by Al Green to the playlist, hoping you aren’t being too forward with your intentions. There is nothing more that you want than for him to do exactly that.

“Y/N, did you want me to come with you to the market or do you think you’ve got it?” Paul asks, seemingly frazzled and rushing around. 

“Oh, um, I’ve got it!” you answer, trying your best to get back into a professional headspace. 

“Great, let me know!” he smiles, zipping off in the blink of an eye. 

Your phone buzzes in your hand, this time a text is the reason behind your grin. 

Jake

1:07PM: You know, at night they light up the Eiffel Tower…

You

1:08PM: Oh do they?

Jake

1:09PM: Sure do, it’s pretty.

You

1:10PM: Maybe I’ll see it while we’re here…

Jake

1:11PM: Or, you could see it tonight, with me.

You

1:12PM: I’m guessing that invitation is still standing?

Jake

1:13PM: Consider it an open invitation, indefinitely.

You

1:14PM: I’ll keep it in mind. ;)

You shove your phone back into your pocket before he can respond again, making your way towards the greenroom to check on the status of the venue provided items before you head out to the market. Your eyes glance around the hallway, looking for any sign of the new security detail, wanting one more look at the new faces. 

You make it into the greenroom finding everyone hanging around before soundcheck starts. A bluetooth speaker is playing music in the corner that Daniel seems to be in control of, laughing as Sam throws something at him and tells him to change it. You meet eyes with Jake for just a brief second as you make your way over to the food table, looking away from him quickly. You nod your head along to the song playing as you organize the drinks the venue staff brought, making your mental list of items to pick up. You check the time on your phone and know you need to get moving, knowing they will be ready for some food by the time sound check is over. 

You grab your purse from the floor and sling it over your shoulder, catching Jake’s eyes again as they are locked in on you from the couch he is sitting on. An acoustic guitar is slung over his body, his fingers tinkling away at the strings as he attempts to play along with whatever song is playing on the speaker. His eyes don’t leave you though, and you can tell that they haven’t since the second you walked into the room. A tiny smile pulls up the corner of his mouth, his fingers still moving rapidly over the strings. Your eyes flick over to watch them work for just a moment before meeting his eyes again. He lifts his brow as his smile grows and you feel your chest growing warm from just one look. 

Josh breaks the tension by standing up and announcing that it was time for soundcheck. Jake’s eyes finally break away from yours, sitting up and placing the guitar on the couch next to him. You turn away and walk to the other side of the room to check the coolers for ice, finding that thankfully they were already filled. The guys start to make their way out of the room, everything growing quieter as the room empties. You notice that Jake is taking his time to make it to the door, lagging behind until the two of you are the only ones left. You swallow nervously as he walks towards you, both hands in his pockets. 

His eyes meet your purse that is hanging over your shoulder, biting his lips together. “Going somewhere?”

You smile and kick your boot against the floor, “Yeah, this band I work with is sending me on a wild goose chase through Paris for snacks.” 

“And liquor,” he taunts, his eyes locking in on yours. “Definitely don’t forget the liquor.”

“Yeah, I better double check my list, wouldn’t want to make my boss mad,” you say, raising a brow. You know he doesn’t like it when you call him that, but you’re willing to push him a little.  

“Your boss, huh…” he pauses, bringing his hand out of his pocket. He lazily swipes his fingers over his lips before dropping his hand and grabbing yours. 

“Call me your boss again and I will show you what it looks like when I’m mad,” he smirks. 

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you ask, feeling the warmth of his hand as his fingers trail up your arm. Your phone starts to ring in your purse, a call coming at possibly the worst time. 

A hum leaves his chest as he nods his head, “It’s both, but I think you know that, don’t you baby...”

You smirk at him as you pull your phone from your purse, seeing Ruth’s name lighting up the screen. 

“It’s Ruth, I should take this. I’ve had a hard time staying in touch with her with the time difference,” you start, feeling his hand grip into your bicep before letting go. 

“Take it, I gotta run anyway,” he laughs, giving you a sweet smile. “Tell her I say hello, and don’t do me too dirty on the recap,” he finishes with a wink. With that, he is disappearing out of the door with a final look over his shoulder. You stand rooted in place as you slide your finger across the screen, answering the call. 

“Um, he–hello…” you answer, positively frozen, still unable to move. 

“Hello? Y/N?” Ruth says. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m here, I just– I… I’m walking to the store to get some snacks. I just had a little moment there for a second right as you called. I’m good now,” you answer, pushing through the door and heading for the venue exit. 

“Oh, what’s up, you okay? Did I interrupt? Is this a bad time? I just poured a glass of wine and sat down on my couch. I wanted to listen to you yap so I don’t have to think about my own sad miserable life. Did you give the sexy guitar man another shot in the sack or what? Please, feed me, I’m dyin’ over here!”

You laugh as you shake your head clear, “Ruthie, babe, go grab the bottle, because we’ve got a lot of ground to cover and I’ve got twenty-five minutes.”

—

JAKE POV

Josh was right. Josh was so right. 

You feel animalistic on stage tonight, like your comfort level is at an all-time high with no fear or apprehension for what could happen. Sometimes these moods will hit you out of nowhere, like an unexpected bout of giddiness and raw connection to your instrument that you let shine through in your performances. But Josh learned a long, long time ago that nine times out of ten, when you get into these moods, it’s because you had a particularly good night the evening before. 

You know she is watching you. You can feel her eyes on you. Sure, the thousands of other fans in the arena are eyeing you all the same, but the fact that she knows she gets to spend the night in your bed tonight makes your dirty thoughts rush with a little more fervor, and your efforts to show out become a little more pointed. 

You glance to your left and see her standing in the wings, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her tight black jeans, one eyebrow cocked as her expression contorts into a sarcastic look of intrigue. She knows exactly what you’re doing. And you’re not afraid to keep it going. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t overly excited for what your night will hold as soon as you can get her in your bed again. The thoughts are all-encompassing, but you channel them, lasering in on concentrating on the show. 

The amount of times the eye contact with her has happened tonight should be a bit concerning, honestly, but you don’t mind it. You flourish in knowing you’re taking up space in her mind, too. 

The second you catch her singing along to one of your songs out of the corner of your eye, you almost break in half. You hadn’t really talked about your music with her yet. You should have, but…how do you even bring that up? But also, she hadn’t asked, really. But there she was, singing along to Fate of the Faithful. 

Interesting…this one is at the top of your list, too. 

She didn’t see you notice her mumbling the words and nodding her head along, but damned if it didn’t make your dick throb. You smirk, telling yourself you’ve only got two more songs until encore, and you were going to take advantage of that time if it killed you. 

The seconds tick by as you finish out The Archer, and as soon as the lights go down, you kick off the necessary pedals and rip your guitar strap off, shoving your guitar into the trusted hands of your tech. 

The hallways are dark backstage, and the atmosphere almost feels eerie as you can hear your heartbeat in your ears, still half-deaf from the volume of your amps. You’ve got approximately six minutes. Where is she?

You pace the hall to the green room, out of breath and covered in sweat as you search for her, your eyes darting left and right as you pass by staff in the dark, crowded hallways. Where are you, baby? You feel your chest heaving up and down as you maintain your breath, trying to slow it back down when you know that within seconds, it will be picking back up again, if only you could find her…

Suddenly you spot her, keeping her hands busy at a random table. She has her back to you, so you place a strong hand on her shoulder, lightly squeezing but whipping her around to face you. She’s surprised at first, but then her face softens when she realizes it’s you. 

“Jake, what are you—“ You cut her off with a quick ‘shh’, checking your surroundings to make sure there is no one around to watch you take her hand and pull her away, walking fast down the hall until you find a room that will suffice. “Where are we going?” you hear her. 

The jam room. Perfect. 

You burst through the door knowing that there is no chance at all anyone will be in here, but you double check just in case. Your heart is still pounding in your ears; just the feeling of her hand in yours is sending your mind down an unforgivable path. You close and lock the door behind you. Five minutes. 

“Jake!!!” She says your name a little louder now, grabbing your attention for real this time. You grab both of her shoulders, her body stiffening under your touch. You slowly back her against the door, pressing your hips into hers. You hear her gasp, her hands immediately grabbing at your bent elbows. You’re craving her so badly you can hardly stand it, so you push her a little harder, attaching your lips to the sensitive skin of her neck. 

She moans a little giggle into your ear as you feel her body respond to your touch. “You’re crazy, Jake! It’s almost encore—“

“You don’t think I fucking know that, Y/N?” you growl, running your tongue up the side of her neck. “Couldn’t wait another second. Needed to taste you.” You surprise yourself, even, with your own display of need. But she isn’t arguing, in fact, she’s already gripping at the seams of your sweat-soaked jacket. 

“Taste me… taste me?” she purrs, “We definitely don’t have time for that, now, Jacob…”

Four minutes. 

“Huh-uh. Not that. Just like this…” You crash your lips onto hers, her hands now reaching under your jacket and gripping into your skin. This is all you want, to taste her. Kiss her…lose yourself in the rush of her. It’s heated and sloppy, but she’s kissing you back, and you aren’t going to waste one second of this precious time. 

For a second you worry that the marks of her nails scratching against your already blood-stimulated skin will be obvious to the audience, but you really don’t fucking care, at this point. You’re ravenous for her, and from the feel of things, she is for you, too. Her tongue delves deep into your mouth as you pull her hips into you, grinding yourself against her. Her hands drift down to your waistline, her fingertips barely sneaking underneath as she skims the hem.

“Ah ah, baby. Not that far. I’ve gotta go face ten thousand people,” you say, knowing that the situation in your pants is already on its way to being blatantly obvious to the naked eye. She whines into a kiss, her lips still breathlessly pulsing against you. 

Three minutes. 

“Then why’d you pull me back here, huh? You’re a fuckin’ tease…” she says, her words making your situation a million times worse. 

“I’m the tease?” you pant. “Ho ho, you’re sadly mistaken, sweetheart. That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

Her fingers knead into your lower back as you tighten your jaw, her head tilting back against the door.

“Oh, yeah? ‘N why is that?”

“You left me a gift in my hotel room, don’t you remember?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow. 

She shakes her head once. “A gift? I— no…”

“Mhm. You did. You sneaky little thing, probably didn’t even mean to, did you?” you retort. You slyly reach your hand to your chest, nimbly sliding your fingers into the small pocket sewn to the inside of your jacket. Still right where you put it, you pull out the red lace thong, letting it dangle off of your extended middle finger. 

Her face goes stark white. “Oh my god…” she whispers. 

“Mhm. So tell me baby, did you leave it on purpose, or did you just conveniently not even notice you left my room that morning without any panties on?” you press confidently, watching her face turn from ghost white to crimson red. You love it when she blushes. 

She swallows and regains her composure, but you know she’s falling apart just the same as you are. You jut your hips into her again as she stutters over her words. 

Two minutes…

“Answer me, baby…”

“I—I don’t remember, I guess I kicked them to the floor and forgot to—“ she struggles to understand and remember how she could have possibly walked out of your room half naked. “Jake, in your pick pocket? Are you insane? You could have dropped it on stage…”

You smirk again at her underestimation. “No, I wouldn’t have. My fingers are a bit more adept than you think they are, I suppose,” the double entendres obvious in your tone. “I’ll remind you of that, later.” You bite your bottom lip in between your teeth as it starts to hit you that you’ve got to walk back soon. Or run, actually. “Wanted to keep it safe and sound, right here,” you pat your hand against the pocket. “But, here you go, you can have it back. So that I can see it in action again.” You grip her wrist and turn her palm up, flipping her hand to place the thong into her grasp. 

You grab her face and press one more quick, heated kiss to her lips as you feel the time closing in around you. You turn and reach for the door handle, peeking outside to make sure the coast is clear. You begin to make moves to go, before you hear her voice strangled and weak behind you. 

“Jake, wait,” she spouts, pulling your hand to make you face her again. She rolls up the red lace tightly in her hand and yanks you back to her by your lapels. She stuffs the thong back into your pick pocket before shoving you away from her again. 

“Finders keepers.”

——

“Damn if there weren’t some creative signs in the crowd tonight, eh?” Josh pokes his elbow into your shoulder as he sits beside you on the arm of the couch. You wince a laugh as you remember a few of them. 

“Paris is the City of Love!” you cock an eyebrow as you chug an ice cold bottle of water. 

“No, stupid, it’s the City of Lights,” Sam butts in. “Gas street lamps before there was electricity… ya know…”

“Nobody fuckin’ asked you, Samuel,” you wave your hand at him. “No, sorry I didn’t do a full research dissertation on the city of Paris before we got here,” you click your tongue as you stand from the couch and walk toward your backpack.

Danny busts through the door as he begins ripping the silver chainmaille-like overlay from his body. “Jake, I swear to god if you keep singing like that on B stage I might actually be forced to like the idea of your new band,” he says, making your face flame. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever…” you say as you remove your own jacket. 

“He was flat as fuck, what do you mean, Daniel?” Josh yells.

“I’m serious, you sound really good, man. I haven’t heard you sing like that since we were in the garage that one time and Josh got too high and passed out.”

“That happened once, thank you very much. And I woke right back up as soon as I heard him disrespecting my microphone like that,” Josh says. You smirk at the memory as you unzip your bag, pulling a fresh set of wrinkled clothes from it. You decide to keep your mouth shut as you listen to them bicker. 

“Uh, I recall that happening many times, actually…” Sam adds. “Because that one time Mom came barreling into the garage and sat down and listened because she didn’t know who was out here that wasn’t Josh.”

“Yep,” Danny agrees. “Fuck, that was a long time ago. Anyways. Sound good, man.” Danny claps a hand to your shoulder as you purse your lips.

“Thanks,” you reply. You really wish someone would change the subject.

“Hey, did you see Murph and his teammates absolutely fucking patrolling the crowd tonight?” Sam says. “That guy is seriously no nonsense, isn’t he?”

“Shh, he’s literally standing outside the door like the fucking King’s Guard,” Danny whispers as he laughs. 

“Is he really?!” Sam exclaims. “Wow…”

“Hey, we need to initiate them…” Josh adds, flipping an empty water bottle into the air as he picks at the rhinestones on his face. 

“Fuck, yeah we do, don’t we?” you say. “Josh, find us a spot.”

“Already way ahead of you, brother.” He grabs his phone off the couch and pulls up the screen, walking over to show you. “Seven blocks away.”

“Aha, perfect. Let’s do it,” you say as Josh flips through the Google photos and Yelp reviews.

You wonder where Y/N has journeyed off to, most likely somewhere with Wes or Paul. Your mind flashes back to just a little while ago in the jam room, and thankfully, your little heated escape was enough to tide you over long enough to get your head back on straight. 

“Daniel. Go alert the new knight in shining armor that we’re moving in twenty minutes,” Josh says, and Danny responds with a double thumbs-up.

—--

Y/N

11:59PM: Where did you run off to, Mr. Pickpocket?

You smile at your phone as you lean your elbows up on the high-top table of the bar, waiting for Josh to return with your drinks. 

You 

12:00AM: Place called Barracuda’s. You coming?

Y/N

12:01AM: Mmm, might make it. Ty stayed back to help me, again. Why is he so nice to me?

You

12:02AM: He really likes you, from what I hear 🙂

Y/N

12:02AM: You guys talk about me…?

You

12:03AM: Only good things. Don’t worry. See you soon

Just as you wrap up your conversation with her, Josh returns to the table with two cocktails. He pulls the straw from the drink and empties the contents from it into his mouth.

“Thank you,” you say, removing your straw after giving it a little stir, taking a large swig of the rather strong drink.

“She coming out?” he asks under his breath.

You shrug, glancing back to the bar at Lyla and Mia. “Think so, we’ll see.”

“Where did you disappear to before encore? I usually pass you at the urinals,” he says, keeping his voice low. 

“You don’t have to guess, Josh,” you smirk, tilting an eyebrow to him. He laughs, catching the attention of Murph from across the bar and inviting him to come over to your table. 

“Hot and heavy, huh? Listen, you know I was just kidding in the green room earlier. Giving you shit. You really do sound phenomenal,” he says as he takes another sip. 

“Ah, s’alright, I guess,” you shy away, still feeling indifferent about singing in front of a crowd like that. The thought of soon having to do it without the help of your brothers sends a shockwave of nerves through your stomach, but, the comfort comes more and more as the days go on. 

“Murph! My man, how was the night? Everything go accordingly?” Josh changes the subject as soon as Murph joins your table. He leans down, letting out a sigh.

“Think so, you tell me! Everything felt stout on our end, no hiccups or miscomms…” he shrugs his shoulders as he nods.

“Excellent! No yeah, Dean looked a lot more at ease tonight, so we really appreciate it,” Josh agrees as he places a harsh pat on Murph’s shoulder. 

You extend your hand to him, realizing that you had not yet had a formal introduction. “I’m Jake, nice to finally meet you,” you say as he shakes your hand. “Really appreciate you coming on board on such short notice with us.”

Murph stands back up and swivels his head, clapping his hands across his biceps. “Absolutely, man. We’re thankful to be here. This is my third tour of Europe, actually. Was in this very bar not a year ago,” he laughs, and you can feel a natural sincerity radiating from him. 

“Really!” you exclaim as you watch him step behind Josh and move to the wall side of the table. 

“Sorry, I like to be able to see the door. Yeah! Love it over here, feels so much different than home, but. Traveling the world is what I know best,” he explains. 

“Guess we’ve got that in common, huh?” you say, sipping your drink. 

Just then Dean joins your table, sharing quick hellos with everyone. 

“Sounds like the evening went smoothly for you, Dean?” you ask.

“It did, Mr. Jake. These guys know their shit. I’m really happy about the additions,” Dean says. “That first night here with the runner still has me feeling guilty, I’m not gonna lie.”

“What happened?” Murph perks up. “If you don’t mind…”

“Of course not,” Dean begins to explain. “She left late one night for an errand, decided to stop for a late dinner in a pub, some jackass decided to make her his main goal of the evening, if you catch me. Got a little too close for comfort, she hadn’t gotten my contact yet, so Jake here went and found her kind of caught up in the ropes of a very uncomfortable situation that could have gone awry. I should have been there, but. All ended well. She was shaken up, from what I could tell.” Dean shakes his head at the memory. 

You nod in agreement. “She was, but, all good. Glad we made the decision to add you guys on to the team.”

Murph nods as he finds Sasha and Monty in the corner, nodding their way as he hand signals something to them.

“That’s what we’re here for. Here to help,” he says.

“You coming to see the Tower with us tomorrow?” Josh asks. 

Murph gives him a sarcastic grin. “Kinda have to, don’t I?”

“Well shit, Murph, if you don’t like us just say it,” you tease, playfully slamming your palm on the table.

Just then a loud ruckus erupts from the bar as you notice Danny and Sam yelling and laughing with Mia and Lyla. Dean steps away to continue his patrol. 

Josh leans back across the table. “Murph, let us get you a shot. What’s your poison?”

Murph raises his hand as he politely declines. “Ah, I appreciate it, man, but no thanks. I only allow myself one beer for the whole night, and it’s been gone five minutes.”

“Ahh, not even one?” you press. “Come on…”

“Thanks gents, but I’ve got a job to do. You may be off work but my job is just starting,” Murph says, glancing at his watch. “Nice to finally meet you guys, I’ll pop back over in a bit.” He pats you both on the shoulders and drifts off again into the sea of people. 

It’s quiet for a second as you and Josh sip at your drinks. “He passes,” Josh says. 

“Yup. Flying colors.”

Just then you watch as Y/N pokes through the door, Corri and Paul on her tail. The two of you are quickly becoming accustomed to finding each other’s eyes in a crowd, as you are the very first person she sees when she walks in. Your stomach falls to your feet as you take her in… hair a mess from the busyness of the night, but still just as gorgeous as ever.

You step to the bar to order another round, adding on one Tito’s and sprite for her. Extra lime. After the bartender brings your drinks back to you, you step back over with Josh, waiting for her drink to be delivered to her. When she finally gets it, you watch as she shoots you a disapproving but playful glare from across the crowd, shaking her head and rolling her eyes as she sips it anyway. 

“Talk to Isla any more after that big blow up?” Josh asks.

“No. Not at all,” you mumble. “Thank god.”

“Hm. Maybe she caught on finally.”

“Doubt it,” you disagree, feeling that strange guilty twinge in your gut again. 

A while later, you and Josh are mingling with the other guys and some of the crew as you feel the night becoming heavy and the liquor swirling in your bloodstream. Spirits are high, and you really like to think that the added security has put everyone a little more at ease, knowing that letting loose and relaxing feels easier now.

You split from Josh and find a seat at the bar next to Danny and Murph, interrupting their conversation about some TV show they are both binging. You try to listen in, but your attention is pulled away as you catch sight of Y/N finally making her way through the crowd, stopping and giving quick hellos to everyone as she walks by. You can tell her drink has been refilled, and her eyes pop to you every few seconds as she gets nearer. 

“Hey guys,” she finally says as she approaches you. Danny turns back around and stands from his seat, offering it to her.

“How’s it going?” you ask, patting the seat cover for her to join you and Murph.

“Good, the drinks here are really strong,” she laughs as she takes her seat, pulling the lime from the side of her glass and bringing it between her teeth. You watch as she licks her lips, hoping that you’ll be able to taste it on her later.

HER POV

You rest your chin on your fist as you listen to Jake and Murph talk. You know you must look positively enamored hanging on every word that flows between the two of them. You decide right then and there that you could listen to Jake talk forever, but even more you could watch Murph talk forever. Something about the two of them interacting has your blood pumping a little harder, and your skin growing warm. Jake’s eyes flick over to yours every couple of seconds, a small barely noticeable smile turning the corners of his mouth as he continues with his conversation. You really don’t have anything to add to it, but you are happy to be here, listening to them talk. 

Jake’s hand moves from his lap, his fingers gliding up and down your leg sending a chill up your spine. He moves them back to his own leg, touching you just enough to let you know he still wants you here, next to him. You grab your drink and take a sip from the tiny black straw, letting the lime flavored bubbles sweep over your tongue.  

You feel your purse start to buzz next to you, quickly pulling you from your blissful bubble. As you fish it out of your bag you see that Wes is calling, and you know it has to be important since he is still at the venue. 

“Hey, I’m gonna go take this, I’ll be right back, okay?” you say, turning towards Jake. 

His eyes glance to the screen, “Well, here, why don’t I just come with you.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. It will only be a second. Promise. Stay, you guys keep talking,” you offer. 

He purses his lips together and nods his head, his eyes telling you that he will be waiting for you.

You scurry out the door of the bar as you answer the call, finding a fairly crowded patio with space heaters. “Hey Wes, what’s up?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you, I know you’re out, but do you know where the second venue cooler went? It’s not in the greenroom or the jam room.”

You furrow your brow, vaguely remembering watching it walk out the door today. “I think that Jeremy from sound might have taken it back with his crew. I would also check the rigging crew room, stuff always seems to find its way in there,” you answer. 

You can hear him making his way around the venue, likely doing his final sign offs before they leave. 

“Ah! Here it is! Thanks so much, Y/N! Enjoy your day off tomorrow!” he says. 

“No problem, you too! Call me if you need anything!” you offer. 

“Will do, bye!”

You let out a sigh, happy that you were able to help him locate an item that definitely falls under your responsibility. You put your phone in your back pocket and turn around to head back inside, only to find that Murph is standing at the door with his eyes on you turning his hat from front to back on his head.

You straighten your shoulders a little as you walk towards him, feeling confident thanks to the alcohol in your system. 

“You didn’t need to follow me out here, you know…”

You see him smirk a little and lick his lips before he speaks, “Actually, I did.”

You look around at the people near you before turning back to him, “I don’t think anyone out here is really a threat, do you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “I’ve been in this exact bar once, don’t care for a repeat of what happened last time I was here.”

“And that was?”

“A story for another time,” he winks. 

“Well, I don’t know what they told you, but I’m really not as fragile as they think I am,” you add. 

He grabs the door handle and motions for you to walk through, “That’s not something I’m willing to take a chance on. I don’t think women should have to go anywhere alone, especially pretty ones.”

You feel your heart pound in your chest at his admission, and you can barely feel yourself moving through the doorway. 

“Pretty, huh?” you smile, looking back at him over your shoulder. A smile is on his own face as he nods gently. 

“Very,” he confirms, causing your face to blush bright red just as you step up to the table. 

Jake takes in the sight of you with a questioning look, letting his eyes flick over to Murph then back to you. Murph returns to his seat looking completely unphased, as if he didn't just openly flirt with you.

“All good?” Jake asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear. 

You let your hand land on his thigh as your head leans into his lips, “Yeah, perfect.”

His eyes linger on you for a touch longer than usual, his hand brushing yours as it sits on his leg. He leans over letting his lips brush your ear, “I think I’m ready to head back…”

“Are you?” you taunt. 

“You joining me?” he asks.

“Is this my formal invitation?” you answer. 

“Meet me up front in five,” he replies. 

He turns back to the group talking, announcing that he is going to head back to the hotel but no one takes him up on his offer to leave.

“Would you like me to walk you, brother?” Murph asks, “I’m more than happy to.”

“I’ll grab Dean, but thanks man. Appreciate it,” Jake answers, giving him a courteous nod. 

He slides out of his seat and bids everyone a good evening, giving you a special look that tells you he will be waiting for you. 

You know it will look suspicious, but you also know that you should make your getaway before the others come back to the table. You wait a few minutes and tell Josh and Murph that you are also going to head out for the night, neither of them really putting the pieces together, or so you think. 

As you walk through the front door you see Jake, finishing out the last drag of a blunt, blowing the smoke up to the sky. 

“Hey beautiful,” his voice is gravely and deep as you step up to him. 

He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours as the two of you begin to walk back in the direction of your hotel. 

“Remember the first time you walked me back to the hotel?” you ask, calling on the memory of just a few short nights ago. 

“Sure do, kissed you in that restaurant and I’ve been a goner since,” he laughs, “Took everything in me not to kiss you again at your door.”

“You could’ve, you know, if you wanted to,” you tease. 

“I think things turned out okay, hmm?” he growls, gripping your hand a little tighter. 

The two of you make the short walk back to the hotel, dashing into the elevator before you’re seen by prying eyes. He presses the button for his floor, letting the elevator climb until the doors spring open with a ding. 

He starts to lead you to his room, stopping short and turning around, “Actually, I’m gonna grab something from the vending machine. Would you like anything?”

“Ummmm…No, I think I’m okay, just ready to take these shoes off,” you giggle. 

He hands you his room key, and nods for you to go ahead, “Just flip the latch for me, yeah?”

You nod and head down the hallway, watching him over your shoulder as he disappears around a corner. 

You tap his keycard to the door and step inside, finding it exactly how you left it. You toss your things onto the small chair in the corner, walking over to the window to take in the stunning view. He was right, it is pretty at night.

A minute or two later you hear him sliding into the room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. His arms are full as he deposits everything onto the dresser, taking in the room for the first time since he’d arrived in Paris. 

“S’nice room,” he mutters, walking over towards you. His hands slide around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. His gaze finds the tower, lit and sparkling in the night. “Gonna take you there tomorrow.”

“Oh, are you?” you ask. 

“Mhmm, if you’ll let me,” he pauses, “Gotta see it the right way.”

“What exactly is the right way?” you tease. 

“With me. Obviously,” he goads.

You spin in his arms, facing him now. “Obviously.”

His hand slides up your body, coming to rest at the side of your neck as he leans forward pressing his lips to yours. Your arms circle him, deepening the kiss as you pull him closer letting your tongue slide against his. He tastes of alcohol and tobacco, a flavor you are becoming more and more fond of with each passing day. He backs you up against the window, placing his palms against the glass to box you in. His mouth never leaves yours, hot and desperate as his knee moves to part your legs. Your hands grip into his waist as you pull him closer, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. 

It’s not long until you are pushing his shirt off of his arms and tugging on the waistband of his pants, his hands undressing you in much the same fashion. Your bare ass is pressed to the glass window, only your bra left and his boxers. Deciding not to give the people of Paris a show, you push away from the window and walk him backwards to the bed, your lips still locked with his. 

A growl leaves his chest as you push him backwards, crawling across the bed over top of him. His hands find the clasp of your bra, unfastening it and quickly pulling it from your arms. His head cranes upward to take your nipple into his mouth, his hands pressing your hips down into his groin. His thumbs massage circles into the crease of your hips as you start to roll them against him, feeling his hot tongue lapping at your chest. 

“Can’t believe you played that whole show with my thong in your pocket,” you whine.

He pulls his mouth away from you, “Mmm, my good luck charm.” 

“You’re depraved,” you tease, feeling his length fully hard beneath his boxers. You roll your hips over him, eliciting a groan from his chest.

“Fuck, baby… Been hard for you all fuckin’ night.”

“Yeah? You want me, Jake?” you ask, delivering a harder roll into his groin. 

“Yeah I fucking want you,” he says, flipping the two of you over until you’re settled on your back. “And I didn’t like you being all flushed when you came back into the bar tonight, the fucks’ all that about, huh?” he pauses, giving you a playful raise of his brow.

So he did pick up on it.

“Why? Are you feeling a little territorial? A little jealous?” you tease. 

“No, I’m not a jealous man, but I like being the one to make you blush,” he pauses, dropping his lips to your neck, “And the one to make you whine and scream,” he nips at your skin, “And the one to leave you flustered and breathless.”

“So do it then, Jacob,” you counter. 

He raises his brow at you again, giving you a playful smirk as he pushes up off the bed and kicks his boxers to the floor. He looks around the room for his suitcase before stopping at looking at you sprawled out on his bed. 

“You on the pill or the shot or anything?” he asks. 

“I’m on the pill,” you answer. “You don’t need to–”

“Thank fuck,” he growls moving back towards the bed. He runs his hand up your bare leg letting his lips meet yours again. You reach between you, grabbing his length as it hangs between the two of you. He is fully hard and warm to the touch, his blood pumping furiously as your fingers feel his pulse in his veins. 

“I want you like this,” he breathes, lowering his hips as you position the tip of his cock to your entrance. He fists himself at the base, taking over control from you as you move your arms to rest over your head. You stare up at him, brow furrowed in concentration as he swipes his tip through your wetness.

“God, fuck, you’re so hot sometimes I can’t stand it.”

“You’re one to talk, I have to watch you on stage every night,” you tease, bucking your hips up. 

“Patience, I’m getting there,” he says, teasing you with the tip as he presses in just slightly. “You like watching me on stage, baby?”

He presses in a little further, the unshielded warmth of his bare cock making your head spin. 

“So sexy,” you whine, “So sweaty.”

“Feels fuckin’ good up there, but feels better, here,” he says, pressing in completely. He stops for a moment, letting you adjust to him, both of you reveling in the feeling of each other without the barrier of a condom. 

“So much fuckin’ better here,” he breathes. 

You open your legs further to allow his hips room to move as he pulls back with a groan. He slams his hips back into you, his eyes locked in on yours. He hooks his hand under your knee and pulls your leg up around his hip. “Keep it there for me, okay?”

You nod as he starts to move his hips at a consistent pace, bracing himself on one hand as the other hand grips into the flesh of your ass. He uses it as leverage to pull you into each thrust, hitting you harder and deeper with every stroke. 

“You’re sinfully wet sweetheart,” he growls, his skin slapping into yours. “Almost feels too good.”

“So warm, so fuckin’ tight,” he continues, “Look out the window, look at that pretty view while I look at mine.”

You turn your head as he instructs, seeing a slightly obstructed view of the tower from the window. You can feel his eyes on you, studying you with every perfectly delivered thrust of his hips. 

“Fuck, Jake…” you whine, tightening around him. 

“Oh Jesus, fuck me, do that again,” he begs, a hot breath against your chest. 

You twist your hips as you clench around him, earning a groan from his chest.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he pants. “Actually, flip over, face the window, want you to see it all.”

He pulls out of you and you flip to your stomach, feeling his hands as they grip into your hips to pull you up on all fours. 

“Yeah, baby, goddamn just like this, arch your back a little.” He pauses, running his fingers up your spine. “Yeah, yeah, good girl.”

You feel him press back into you, this angle much deeper and gives him more leverage. He uses it to his advantage as he slams into the back of you, the tinkling of the coins around his neck echoing through the room. You feel a drop of sweat as it drips from his face, sliding over the curve of your ass. You turn to look back at him, a sweating mess of pure sex. His skin is flushed pink and his hair is stuck to his neck as he grazes your cervix with each stroke of his hips. You can feel yourself getting close, and you’re sure he can feel the fluttering as you clench around him. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, breathless. 

“So good baby, I’m so close, I need it,” you whine.

“Head forward, look at the pretty view, baby,” he says, pushing your face forward and grabbing a fist full of your hair. He grips into your roots pulling your head back as a groan leaves his chest. He feels impossibly hard inside of you, twitching and jerking as his hips start to falter. 

“Gonna fuckin’ cum, baby,” he warns, “Perfect pussy so warm and tight, begging for me. Cum, baby, cum on my cock, want to feel you.”

His hand reaches around, his fingers swirling against your clit before circling the opening where his cock is buried inside you. “Stretched so perfect around me, goddamn, wet and fuckin’ perfect. You feel that? You feel your perfect pussy stretched out for my cock?”

His words send you tumbling head first into your orgasm, his name echoing around the room as it falls from your lips. Your arms feel weak as your upper half collapses down to the bed, his hips still drilling into you at a brutal pace. 

“Fuck me, you’re so gorgeous, feel so fuckin’ good when you cum for me sweetheart,” he pants. 

You squeeze him one more time, and it pushes him to the brink. You lift your head to turn and look at him, but he stops you, pushing your head back down. 

“Head down, baby,” he growls. 

Suddenly his hips stop and he pulls himself out of you, stroking his cock furiously as he lets go. It’s your name on his lips as his hot ropes of cum paint your back, in several forceful spurts. His breathing starts to even out, and you feel his hand as it grips into your ass, delivering a playful smack. 

“You look so fucking hot like this,” he mumbles. “Actually, stay like that, hold on.”

You feel him step off the bed, rifling around in his coat pocket. You see his feet come into view as he steps up to the side of the bed. Your eyes travel up to look at him, feeling his warm cum sliding further and further down your back. 

“Let me take a picture, beautiful. For me, won’t show your face, promise. You’re just stunning like this,” he asks. 

You look at him for a second, and you can tell he’s telling the truth, so with a sly grin you nod and give him your approval. 

“Fuck, yeah just stay like that,” he says, pushing your hair to the side as his cum slides down the hollow of your spine. 

You hear the camera on his phone as he takes a few pictures, quickly tossing it to the nightstand before tapping your ass and telling you you can lower yourself down to the bed. 

“Let me get a towel, be right back,” he says, letting his thumb brush across your lips. 

Seconds later you feel a warm towel on your back, wiping away his release. It feels nice, being taken care of like this, his gentle touch so vastly different from the man he was just five minutes ago. He cleans you up and returns the towel to the bathroom, giving you the chance to slide beneath the sheets. As he steps out of the bathroom he grabs a few things from the dresser and crawls into the bed next to you. You pull the sheets back for him as he moves towards the middle, pulling you into his side as you both lean against the headboard. 

He hands you a bottle of water, twisting the lid for you as you accept it from his hands. 

“Well thank you,” you blush. 

“I knew we would want these,” he laughs, twisting the lid of his own bottle. He takes a long drink and lets out a relaxed sigh, reaching over to his nightstand again to grab something else. He presents a bag of peanut M&M’s, tearing the yellow package and pouring a few into his hand. He holds it out to you nodding for you to take some. 

“And here I was thinking that the M&M’s on the rider were for Sam,” you giggle, grabbing a few.

“Those would be for me,”  he winks, tossing the rest into his mouth. “But he’s been known to partake.”

“Noted,” you smile. 

He hands you a few more, shaking the bag into his palm, “Saw you singing along tonight, you think you’ve got a favorite so far?”

You can tell he is trying to seem casual when he asks, but you know he is dying to know what you think of his music. 

“Which one was I singing along with?” you ask.

“Fate of the Faithful, I believe. S’good one, good taste,” he laughs, nudging you with his elbow. 

“Oh, yeah, I like that one. That’s when you switch to that small black guitar,” you answer. 

“You notice’ that?” he asks, as if the moment is insignificant. 

“Of course,” you answer, turning to look at him, “Notice everything you do, if we’re being honest.”

“Can I be honest?” he asks, bringing his water to his lips. 

“Sure,” you answer, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“I think you’re gorgeous, and I think you’re smart, and funny, and I’m really, really into you, Y/N.”

Just as you open your mouth to speak, a knock sounds at the door. Both of you snap your heads in its direction, Jake pulling the sheets off of him and jumping out of the bed. He grabs his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, quickly tossing you your own clothes as he rushes over to the door. You sit up in the bed, pulling your shirt over your head as he looks through the peephole. 

He rushes back over to the bed muttering curses under his breath as he looks at you, “Hey, I– I need you to– ahh, fuck, I need you to go in the bathroom for a minute,” he says, reaching his hand out to you to grasp yours. He helps you up from the bed, grabbing your water and ushering you into the bathroom with your arm full of clothes. 

“Just give me a few minutes, it’s Sam. I’m gonna kick him out, I just need a minute, okay? I’m sorry. Only a second, I swear,” he pleads, kissing your cheek and shutting the bathroom door before you have time to protest. 

Half a second later you hear the door open, and Sam’s booming voice as he walks into the room. The sound is muffled by the bathroom door but you can still hear them talking clear as day. Your heart is pounding as you hide in the dark bathroom, trying to silently redress yourself. 

“Why’d you leave so early?” Sam asks. 

“Dunno, just tired after the show I guess,” Jake answers, doing his best to sound genuine. 

“Oh, did I wake you up?” he asks. 

“Was just getting in bed actually,” Jake responds.

“Well I won’t keep you long, I just– I wanted to talk to you. I probably have had too much to drink– I just, you know I listen to you so I was hoping I could vent to you a little,” he says, tapping his hand on the wall. 

“Yeah, sure, what’s going on? You okay?” Jake asks. 

You feel guilty listening in on their conversation, but what else were you supposed to do?

“It’s Lyla, man, something is weird. She’s just acting so…strange. I’ve tried to talk to her about it the past few nights but she's just kinda shutting me out. I don’t know. Have you talked to her lately?” he asks. 

“No, no, I haven’t actually. Suppose that’s weird now that I think about it. Her or Mia actually.” 

“She’s just been on her phone a lot lately, texting, and taking calls at weird times. I don’t know, it’s probably nothing, just– it’s got me wiggin’ out kinda,” he pauses, “I gotta pee, hold on.”

“Wait! Sam, hold on uh, do you think maybe it’s um, just the time difference from the US? Maybe it’s normal time there, huh?” you can hear the panic in his voice, he is stalling giving you time to hide. You step into the shower, pulling the curtain closed as silently as possible, knowing that this is absolutely the last place you would ever want to be found. 

“Yeah, guess it could be,” Sam answers, twisting the bathroom door knob and turning on the light. You hold your breath as he steps up to the toilet, clamping your eyes shut as you grip your arms to your chest. 

This is the worst possible situation you could have ever found yourself in.

“I don’t know, I mean, what’s the time difference from here to home? You having to stay up late to deal with that shit or get up early or whatever? How’s all that going, actually? You two get it figured out? Hardly seen you on your phone lately,” Sam says, flushing the toilet as he finishes peeing. 

His question strikes you as odd, but you chalk it up to work and let it pass. You’re more worried about Sam leaving the bathroom without noticing you in the shower. He washes his hands and turns off the light, and you finally release the breath you held the entire time he was in the bathroom. Safe.

“Yeah, actually I have just been enjoying my time here. Don’t want to be on my phone. Occupying my mind and time with other more interesting things,” Jake answers, and you feel your chest grow warm. 

“Yeah, I bet it’s a nice break. I know you’ve been going through this shit for a while. I’ve heard all about it from Lyla.”

What? What shit?

“If you ever wanna talk about it, you know I’m here,” Sam offers.

“Nothing to talk about, really,” Jake says. 

“You sure about that? Lyla’s phone has been blowing up lately.” 

“Yeah. Positive. Nothing to talk about,” he answers firmly, his voice growing louder as the two of them move closer to the door. 

You feel a sinking feeling wash over you. You can tell Jake is lying, not only to Sam, but also to you. 

“Well, if you hear anything from Lyla let me know. Hey, what you getting into tomorrow?” he asks. 

“I think I’m just gonna go sight-seeing a little. Have a few spots I want to check out,” he answers.  

“Lyla is of course dragging me out to god knows where, maybe we can meet up for drinks or something?”

“Yeah, brother, sounds good. Call me if you need me, okay?” Jake says, opening the hotel room door. 

“I will. Night.”

“Night, Sammy boy,” he answers, shutting the door and locking it behind him. 

You hear the bathroom door fly open, and the overhead light flickers on as he pulls the shower curtain open. 

“Baby–” he pauses, reaching his hand out to you to help you out of the shower. He can tell your demeanor has changed, his face dropping as he realizes what all you just overheard. “You okay? How much did you hear?”

“All of it, Jake,” you answer. “What was he talking about? Is…is there something that I should know?”

His face drops again, his eyes flicking to yours as he searches them. He swallows nervously and takes a deep breath, licking his lips as he shakes his head. 

“Nothing, he was just talking about— just work stuff. No, there’s nothing. It’s nothing.”

“You promise?” you ask, begging for the truth. 

“I promise,” he pauses, pulling you out of the bathroom. “Nothing you need to worry about. Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

You nod your head and follow him back to the bed, stripping out of your clothes again and crawling into the bed. He slides in next to you, pulling you into his chest as he turns off the lamp, kissing your head as he settles into his pillow. As you lie sleepless in the bed, you can’t help the looming feeling that something isn’t right. 

Your eyes switch over to the glistening and glittering lights on the Eiffel Tower, a little blurred from the curtain hanging across the window. Jake’s already deep breathing beside you, and you begin to replay everything you heard Sam say in the bathroom. 

‘You two…time difference…been going through this shit for a while?’

What shit? 

You get real with yourself for a second, taking a page from Ruth’s book. 

You and Jake are not an item. There’s never been a line drawn in the sand, there’s never been a conversation about anything pertaining to that subject at all, really. Your stomach turns at the thought of him actually having someone waiting for him at home. From the way Sam made it sound, and the verbiage he had used, it almost sounded like exactly that. 

Hell, you hardly know Jake from Adam aside from sharing some music and surface-level conversation. You don’t know a thing about his history, home life, or much about his past at all. Neither of you ever even asked the other if you were single. 

Shit… could he…? 

But the words he said just a second before Sam knocked on the door suddenly break through your manic thoughts. He’s really into you, thinks you’re gorgeous and smart… Why would he say those things if he isn’t looking for something more?

You admit to yourself that your stance on this…relationship so far has been nothing but someone to flirt with and sleep with, spend your free time and learn about one another. Not really ever once have you thought past anything but casualness. But, had he? A full-on relationship is the furthest thing from your plans. You didn’t come here looking for that.

The thoughts swimming in your mind make you physically shake your head to scatter them. You can still feel the tiniest burning sensation on your back from his release, and you can smell the scent of his cologne and sweat still heavy on your skin. 

Could this explain why Mia and Lyla have been acting so strangely, and why Jake wanted to hide you in the shower so quickly? The sleepiness begins to overtake your body, your eyes flashing with bright bursting colors as your body relaxes against his. 

Jake wouldn’t lie. 

Would he?

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[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 14: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should relax by spending his afternoon shopping ..

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He trots down the mossy cobblestone walkway, gazing around in awe as he approaches the central hub of the small city. Tiny shops and stalls and carts are woven through the few clusters of taller buildings, with a modest crowd bustling back and forth between them. Despite much of the land being cleared for structures and pathways, it's still lush with greenery wherever it can be, every blank stone wall or street corner dotted with trailing vines and flowering fruit trees.

After spending a good 25 minutes trying to orient himself at the city map directory, he finally finds his way onto one of the primary shopping streets, eager to spend the afternoon lazily strolling about, trying to ignore his physical aches and just take in all the sights as he hunts for interesting items....

...A few hours (and multiple snack breaks) later, the streets begin to glow with a hazy warmth as lanterns are lit, marking the nearing sunset. Possibly because of the fight yesterday, he's felt shakier, more easily startled than usual, and suddenly realizes an urgent need to be safely inside his room at the inn before nightfall. He wanted to stay out longer, see the lights and the crowds, fascinating scenes of city nightlife he's never been exposed to before.. but, his nerves are impossible to ignore.

Begrudgingly preparing to slink off towards the inn in a sweaty anxious panic, he stops in the doorway, resolving to at LEAST buy himself ONE nice item before he leaves. He doesn't have much money, sure, but it'd be a shame to simply look around all day and not get anything. All travelers need to collect their souvenirs, right? But.. What should he get?

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Additional Information (feel free to skip this part, it's just extra context for people who are interested lol)

just for record (in case it influences what people think he should buy), this is the adventurer's current inventory contents:

small journal + pencil to document his travels (and a few colored pencils for sketching plants or doodling)

a basic travel guide booklet

a simple map of the area

a small glass lantern case you can put candles in

fire starting materials

basic matches

first aid kid (a few bandages, simple antibacterial balm, some dried herbs that can be used for minor issues like stomach aches or nausea)

one metal cup, one metal bowl/plate thing, one metal fork/spoon, a cooking knife, and one metal pot for cooking over the fire

a basic toiletry bag (toothbrush, herbal mixture toothpaste type thing, bar of soap, one towel, a rag, a few disposable paper napkins, moisturizing oil, hair brush, a tiny cracked mirror)

three bottles of various spice mixes for flavoring the plain/bland food he usually forages on the road (+ plain salt)

a glass jar of berries

a container of plain dried oats

a container of dried beans

half a loaf of stale bread

one carrot he found

a bag of dried fruit

about 15 coins (maybe equivalent to $45 USD in our world money lol)

a basic fishing kit (simple lures, hooks, string)

two containers of canned fish just as a back up in case he ever can't find fresher food for the cat

a cheesy fairytale romance novel about people going on a grand heroic journey, to help give him inspiration to continue on his own travels and be the ultimate Super Cool Adventurer Hero

an old folded up letter from his family

a fabric pouch of cool shiny rocks + other trinkets he's collected

one change of underwear, one change of socks, + winter gloves

foldable saw

some twine/string

a basic sewing kit (2 needles, one spool of thread, a thimble)

lawyer's business card (from boat party)

lawyer's fancy expensive giant scarf (also from party)

1 lunchbox of vegetable dumplings (from Innkeeper)

2 canteens of water

a small dagger for cutting rope, vines, multipurpose anything

a little tin of mint & rose flavored candies for when his mouth gets dry

a box of cubed dried chicken as cat treats

a box of fancy tea

one large rope

a roll of fabrics (one thick blanket for padding when sleeping on the ground, some basic tent fabric to make shelter from, a few spare fabric scraps, 2 cloth napkin/towel things, two cloth sacks for extra carrying capacity if needed)

1 pouch of dried meat

5 candles

Innkeeper's hand-drawn map to her brother's hideout

and of course, the Mysterious Egg in a little wooden box

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[suguann]

FUCK IT, I WANT YOU—JJK MEN. * ˚ ✦

✎. jjk men who are infatuated with you. | wc. 2.4k+

tags. fem!reader, bsf sister, cockwarming, slightly rough sex, best friends to lovers, exhibitionism, breast f*cking, domestic nanami, pet names, praise, mild dark content, dubcon, stepcest, stuckage

featuring. gojo, higuruma, nanami, geto, sukuna

an. banner is from hare kon okawari | masterlist

↬ GOJO

He shouldn’t even entertain the thought of wanting you—somewhere in the world, there’s a book of rules that says you shouldn’t develop a crush on your best friend’s little sister. 

It doesn’t stop him from letting you talk him into shopping (as if he’d ever tell you no) and watching you try on tiny, flowy sundresses that make his jaw ache, how he’s just on the side of too-weak for those low-scooped tops you’re always wearing whenever he’s at your house. 

At first, Gojo wonders if you do it on purpose—the bashful smiles and bumping shoulders if he’s close by—but you’re painfully shy for that to be the case. It’s why a smirk tugs at his mouth after leaving love bites across your chest when he finally gets you alone in his room so that he might see the adorable little face you make as you try to cover them up afterward. 

He has you perched in his lap on the bed with an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you rooted on his cock buried deep inside the hot-wet heat between your legs. His mouth sucks marks into your skin wherever he can reach, deep groans rumbling in his chest every time your pussy clenches down on him—a sweet reminder that he hasn’t let you move for a while.

“Toru, not there,” you squeak, fingers knotting in the hair at his nape to gently pull him away. “People will see.” 

But he doesn’t listen as he rolls a nipple between his fingers, mesmerized by the sight of it pebbling into a tight peak—your thighs shaking around him when he pinches too hard.

“So fucking pretty,” he growls, biting his lip as he finally looks up at you. “Just let me play with them a bit more, and then I’ll fuck you. I promise.”

A white lie, but he’s done and said worse, and this isn’t that. This is him savoring a victory he never knew he had until you fluttered those long lashes and asked for a kiss.

You’re gasping and writhing, unable to do anything except sit there while he overstimulates you with his mouth and fingers. When he finally rolls you over onto your back, you’ve already cum twice, but that doesn’t stop him, greedy hips churning against yours and stealing another.

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, loving how you quiver underneath him, your soft socks slipping where they try to rest around his waist. “You’re so sensitive, huh, baby?” he rasps, nosing the soft swell of your breast as he crowds you underneath him. 

You mewl out a broken version of his name, hot pants against his neck that make you sound so desperate—not really answering him as your nails bite into his shoulders—and he can’t get over the way you look right now, how you sound. He’ll never be able to go back to pretending that you’re Geto’s annoying little sister (as if he ever thought you were) as Gojo watches drool trail from the side of your mouth from how good he’s fucking you. 

“Do you know how filthy you look right now?” he grits between his teeth. “Been thinking about this for so long—fuck—can’t believe I finally get to have you.”

↬ HIGURUMA

It’s an accident the first time it happens. 

You’re at the beach, playing with him in the water, when a wave hits you and washes your bikini top away. You squeal, and because he’s your best friend and has always looked out for you, he doesn’t realize right away he used his hands to shield your bare breasts from everyone else on the beach—eyes round when Higuruma does.

It’s innocent—his intent—yet alarm bells are ringing in his ears.

He expects you to shove him away—you don’t. Instead, you give him a sweet smile with a soft, muttered thank you and let him carry you back to the towels. 

He’s still reeling at how you fit perfectly in his palms, skin against skin in a way he’s only ever shamefully imagined alone with his fist around his dick. It has him shifting his trunks uncomfortably, and he wants—no, needs (a definite need) more.

Higuruma spreads you out on your towel under the canopy of the large beach umbrella, the shirt he gave you pushed up and held out of the way under your chin as you watch him. His shoulders block out anybody from really seeing how he’s teasing your nipples into his mouth—your fingers digging into the hair at his nape to keep him there. 

He never thought he’d get this far after years of watching you dance around the periphery of his life without ever really being his. How seeing you like this—whimpering his name under your breath, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks, and grinding onto his thigh pressed up between yours—only ever existed in a fantasy or two. 

There’s nothing to do but watch as the lines of an eight-year friendship crumble into the sand with your soft squeaks of more, and his low groans fuck, and he can’t bring himself to feel anything other than a small flame doused in kerosene. 

If this is the sacrifice for holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your sweat-slick skin, he’ll gladly burn.

He’d keep you like this forever if he could, and the way you look at him, pleading with your eyes, makes him think you’d let him if he asked (or maybe he wouldn’t have to).

He releases your nipple and smiles when your shirt falls from your teeth with a whine, your foot stomping against the towel in a way that’s too fucking cute.

“Why’d you stop?”

All the blood and heat in his body rush to his dick at how needy you sound—for him, all for him—and his breath fans across your spit-slick skin shakily, pent up and overflowing with nerves he’s held onto for as long as he can remember. “Sweetheart, you have to be quiet.”

You nod eagerly, your grip tightening in his hair to bring him back towards you. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be quiet. Just please don’t stop.”

Never. 

When your leg brushes the tent in his trunks, it feels like his eyes roll into the back of his head from the contact. He greedily takes your tight, sensitive peak back into his mouth again—hardly paying attention to the wanton moans you fail to suppress as you continue grinding onto his thigh.

↬ NANAMI

Nanami stares at you more often than usual after you have his son—at how your chest fills out every top you wear, and your hips become the perfect place for his hands—a strange new obsession that develops overnight without a manual or an off switch.

One day, you’re his beautiful wife. The next, you’re his beautiful wife holding his baby, and suddenly, he’s seeing the world through a clear lens, and he can’t stop looking.

His hands are always on you just to curb the constant ache that never really fades, brushing hair out of your face, massaging your lower back, shamelessly letting them wander too close to the underside of your breasts whenever he can. Sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, and sometimes it’s all he can think to do.

Some days, after a stressful work day, he’ll lay atop your chest and pepper kisses against whatever skin he can reach, wandering, eager hands getting their fill until he falls asleep. On other days, he stays up long enough—baby tucked away in his crib and the monitor softly humming on the coffee table—to peel your clothes out of the way to get the full picture.

“Just like that, darling,” he groans, watching where you’re kneeled between his legs, unable to take his eyes off the way his leaky tip peeks out from between your soft, bare breasts. 

You stick out your tongue to lick away the pearl of white drooling out of his slit, only to spit it back onto his cock to help aid your up and down movements. It has him throbbing at how messy it is, liquid-hot heat pooling in his stomach at how good it feels. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, and he’s torn on whether or not to stop you or let you keep going.

“How does it feel?” you peer up at him through long lashes like you don’t already know what you’re doing to him.

“‘Good, darling. So fucking good—fuck, keep going—pretty little wife on her knees for me,” he curses, hips shuddering when he thrusts up, watching his length disappear and reappear again and again.

The delicate smile that adorns your lips makes his heart flutter, and balls draw up to his body. “Yeah? You gonna cum, Kento?”

“I don’t—I, fuck, yes.” He’d much rather finish with his face buried in your tits, but he’s already too far gone to pull away, to shove you down onto the couch.

You hum softly. “I want you to cum on me. Please.”

That’s his final undoing, groaning at the thought of him marking those cute tits that take up his every spare thought, cumming unexpectedly in a rush of white-hot pleasure before he can stop it. His cock jerks until viscous streaks of white paint your chest, and it makes everything sticky and sloppy, sending a weak burst of liquid pleasure rushing up his spine before he slumps against the couch with a satisfied sigh. 

↬ GETO

He loves it when you’re like this. Soft and pliant beneath him, eyelashes spiked with tears.

He doesn’t know where to look—can’t decide between the smattering of possessive marks littering the inside of your thighs or the ones that travel across your chest. 

A decision easily made for him when he presses the tip of his sensitive cock back into your fluttering cunt, unable to tear his eyes away from how your breasts bounce with every one of his harsh, desperate thrusts. His thumb smooths over a peaked nipple—bitten raw and pinched tight—and he curses under his breath at the feel of you clenching on him like a vice.

You tell him how good he feels under a hitched breath, and his chest tightens because he can’t remember the last time someone used an adjective like that to describe him. Good. It’s weird how such a simple word can make Geto’s head spin and make him feel like anything other than the man he is outside your bed.

He ducks his head down to suck another little bruise right above your nipple, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, knowing that he’ll be the only one that’ll know it exists. 

“Prettiest fucking girl I know,” he breathes harshly, already close. “I wish you could see how perfect you look.”

Geto slips his fingers between you, playing over the tiny, sensitive bud at the peak of your thighs.

“Oh.” A soft sigh.

“Maybe I should take a picture, huh? Would you let me? So I can look at you like this,” —he thrusts deep, making sure you’ll be able to feel him afterward— “all damn day, every fucking day.”

And like a tightrope snapping loose, you fall apart around him, practically choking his cock, and he fills up your cunt for the second time that night.

↬ SUKUNA

You're cleaning the apartment you share with your step-brother until it's spotless because the guy you’ve kind of had a crush on since the start of the semester is coming over today to study, and the butterflies in your belly tell you today is the day he’s finally going to ask you out. 

What you don’t anticipate—between throwing away Sukuna’s collection of energy drinks on the coffee table and doing a load of laundry—is the possibility of getting stuck in the too-small dryer while reaching for a sock or that your brother would be the one to find you bent over with your shorts riding up your legs.

You suppress a groan at the sound of Sukuna's patronizing voice behind you. "What do we have here?"

"Don't just stand there, idiot," you hiss. "Help me."

He chuckles in that mean, condescending way that always sets your teeth on edge. "You're really bossy for someone with their ass hanging out of a dryer. Maybe I should leave you here and wait for Mick—”

“His name’s Mitch—”

“—to find you."

"No!" you say almost too loudly, wincing as your voice echoes around the dryer. With a small sigh, your head hanging, you add, "Please help me."

"That's better." 

It's quiet for a moment, and you start fidgeting again to free yourself until you feel a pair of large hands palming your hips, and you can't stop the squeak that escapes the back of your throat—not expecting the terrible-hot-wrongness of it to feel so good.

A feeling stirs in your belly that you’d tucked away long ago, and only returning to under the safety of the baby blue twinkle string lights in your room—hand in your sleep shorts and teeth digging an imprint into the palm of your hand to hold back the name you only chant in your head.

“You’re s-supposed to be helping,” your voice wavers, dizzy with what’s transpiring in that cramped laundry room.

He huffs a soft laugh behind you, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine where your shirt rode up. “Give me a minute.”

It's embarrassing when you feel wetness pooling in the seat of your underwear, heat rushing from the roots of your hair and down to your toes when his hands travel over the swell of your ass in your tiny shorts. 

You're almost compelled to tell him you’ll get out on your own because it’s the right thing to do—to put a stop to something that shouldn’t happen except in cheap porn. Then his hand comes down against your backside, hard, and every single thought in your head scrambles like an egg on hot pavement.

You whimper, the force of his slap jolting you further into the dryer, sweaty hands scrambling against the metal walls to keep your face from crashing into it.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to do that,” he breathes before tugging the crotch of your shorts and panties out of the way, and you feel something wet and slick drip against your cunt. "Maybe I'll just keep you here for a bit. What do you say, sis?"

His thumb runs along your slit and presses inside you.

“Ah. W-wai—”

“Shh. Just—fuck, so fucking tight—just let me enjoy this pussy, huh?” And quieter, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

You shiver and swallow around the words threatening to escape: me, too.

[angelltheninth]

Wedding Night with Honkai Star Rail Men

Pairing: Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luka, Sampo, Luocha, Welt x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, wedding night, gentle sex, using a tie, kissing, wedding fluff, breeding kink

A/N: Adding my martial arts man Luka because I really, really like his style.

Blade wouldn't have the patience to wait until the party is over with, he'd sneak you out into the room you rented as soon as he can. Would get himself hard while waiting for you to strip, he doesn't think he'd have enough control to keep your dress intact. The man has been pent up since your first dance, he needs to get that frustration out, and preferably inside of you. Will gladly go all night long, if you can keep up he'll keep you coming on his cock and fingers until dawn. Not only that but he will keep you full all night, every time he sees cum dripping out he'll give you more, breed you until he feels his seed take hold.

Dan Heng starts with kisses, it's what he knows will keep him in check until the clothes come off. Fuck, he's so hard already just from seeing you stripping. How did he gets so lucky? It's almost not fair to him. He is a tiny bit scared of losing control of himself once he gets his cock wet, which are fears that are almost confirmed for him. The first thrust is rough and deep, his eyes glowing, his claws tearing into the pillow, his need to come inside you overtaking his mind, the feeling of your pussy clouding his senses. It's only when you stroke his cheek and pull him into a kiss that he comes back to you. He should never be sorry for his true nature shining though, you married all of him, you want all of him, you love all of him and you'll show him that.

Gepard is a nervous mess when once he enters the bedroom. He was fine before but now he feels this immense pressure. Even with your hand on his cock he has a little trouble getting into it. This is your wedding night, you'll remember it for the rest of your life, he needs to make it good. His nervousness is evident in his kisses and his shaky hands roaming your body, his blush. You try to ease his worries by taking the lead, positioning his cock and sliding yourself onto it slowly. You show him how good he feels, like always, there's no need for him to do anything special, he is already special to you.

Jing Yuan starts the night off slowly. You've got all night so where's the rush. He wants to kiss, memorize and touch every part of your back, from head to toe, front to back until you're covered with the reminders of his devotion. Only after marking you to his liking will he let you touch his hard cock, and don't think he'll leave you high and dry while you're doing it. His fingers have been inching to touch your clit from the moment you sat next to him. Good thing he had the self control not to, he doesn't want to embarrass his new wife. But within these four walls he can touch you, he can put your legs over his shoulder, go tongue, fingers and balls deep into your newlywed cunt all he wants and listen to your cries for more until your voice gives out and you have to resort to pulling on his hair.

Luka teases you a lot during the wedding, whispering about the things he'll do to you once you're alone with him. You've gotten used to him saying these things a long time ago but now they seem more intimate, which makes them more embarrassing. Luckily he is the kind of man to put his money where his mouth is, or put his mouth on you is more accurate, your back against the door, legs around his head, his cold fingers in your pussy until you're getting his whole face wet as you come. How did he land a hottie like you huh? And now you're telling him you're his wife, that he can call you his wife while fucking his cock into you? He really lucked out in life.

Sampo lets you know right away that he has no plans on sleeping on your wedding night so you best get as much sleep as possible on the night before. You can already feel him, hard and pulsing and ready, as he sits you on top of him, your dress bunched up under his gloved fingers. Don't take it off, he wants to have sex like this, at least for the first round. How sexy is it that he gets to have his bride, his wife riding his cock in her wedding dress? He can cum all over you and it wouldn't be that noticeable. There will be time to come inside you too, but let him have this one fantasy, he's been dreaming about it since your engagement.

Luocha wants to make sure that the wedding night sex goes on for a long as possible. There's a lot of foreplay, he wants to get you really sensitive, really responsive to his touches. He can't seem to keep his mouth off your clit even if you're sucking on his cock at the same time, he's licking it, kissing it, sucking on it, talking against it until all he needs to do is breathe against you and your back is arching. But see, he hasn't come yet, not once. Because this night, he wants it to be about you. His thrusting, the way he angles your ass upwards and your head down, he keeps hitting you in the same spot to make stars dance in front of your eyes, to keep you coming and begging for the relief in the form of his cum splashing and filling your insides.

Welt gets a tiny bit cheeky on your wedding night. He's pulling away from your kisses, touching you for a second too little, grinding you against his cock and then pushing you away. His tie if around your wrists, keeping you from taking the pleasure, making you beg for it. You know you'll do it, it's just a matter of time now. So he's playing a little hard to get, consider it payback for you doing it to him for all these years. His cock feeling you up is all that can calm you down when you're on the verge of crying. No way will he let you cry on your wedding night.

[va1entinesg4l]

you’re my fucking star

pairing: charles leclerc x model!reader

summary: what happens when Charles meets his celebrity crush?

warning: tiny bit of fluff, f! receiving, slight breeding kink

Charles always had his eye on you. Even during his teenage years, watching you grow up to be a model. In interviews, he’s mentioned having a crush on you, how he’d wish to meet you. He’s been to a few shows to watch you, you were absolutely stunning. He’s even bought a few magazines that has you on the cover.

He was staring again, a Nova Cora crêpe satin dress made by Vivienne Westwood hugging your curves perfectly, your hair flowing down your shoulders, your smile lighting the room up. He takes notice of every single detail about you.

The party was at the Mclaren driver’s house and you were invited. Lando and you had been childhood best friends and he always invited you to watch his races which to everyone’s surprise, they figured you were both dating which made Charles’s blood boil.

“You alright, mate?” Charles snaps out of his trance when he heard Carlos’s voice, turning around to see him handing a glass of champagne.

“M’ fine.” Charles grumps as he downs his champagne, keeping his sharp gaze on you when Lando comes from behind, placing a palm on your back.

Carlos shrugs at his grumpiness before heading off for another glass of champagne. Charles was left in his thoughts, wondering if he should make a move.

You could feel Charles’s gaze burning a hole through you, little did he know. Lando knew that he had a thing for you but he never says anything about it. You excuse yourself from the conversation as you head to the restroom and Charles took that opportunity to follow you.

Your heart slightly jumps when you see Charles leaning against the wall, straightening his back when he sees you come out of the bathroom.

He clears his throat, “Sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you. I was just-”

“Following me?”

Charles’s cheek burn with embarrassment, quickly denying the fact that he was following and watching you. You smile at his expression, ‘cute’ you thought.

“I just need to use to restroom as well.” What a shit lie, Charles. He mentally curses in French, making you giggle. “At the women’s bathroom?”

“N-No, I um. I wanted to ask if you’d join me for dinner tomorrow night.” Charles was nervous, it might seem a little rushed, considering he followed you to the bathroom just to ask you out, he could’ve waited till the night ended but he didn’t.

Your heart flutters in surprise and so did your answer.

“I’d love to, Charles.” Charles couldn’t help but let out a sheepish smile, his heart feeling giddy.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night then.” He smiles before you give him a nod, walking back to the crowd as he watches the way your body moves.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

It was the night you were having dinner with Charles. You liked Charles, more than you expected. Those sneaky glances he gave when he thought you wouldn’t notice, those nice gestures he made whenever he tried to impress you.

You felt the same way he did, ever since he made his debut in formula 2. The first time you actually met him was when Lando won his first podium, everyone was rushing to take pictures of him, bumping into each other when you bumped into Charles, a digital camera of yours that you dearly loved slipping from your hands.

It broke and Charles couldn’t help but feel bad. You shrugged it off saying it was fine but Charles insisted on buying a new one for you, which he did.

He left it for you in the Mclaren garage, a small apology note that wrote,

‘sorry for breaking your camera, hope this one fills new memories, C.L.’

Reading that note instantly made you fell for him. You never told anyone, not even Lando.

You arrive at the restaurant Charles insisted on going, walking inside as you glance around to look for him. There he was.

The sight of him wearing a suit with those glasses made your clit throb, you kept a straight face before walking over to him. He sees you and his smile beams, he gets up from his seat, pulling your chair out for you to sit.

You smile, giving him a small thanks as he sits down as well.

“tu es magnifique..” you look beautiful. He mutters, his gaze taking every inch of you, his heart pounding in his chest.

“tu es beau toi-même.” you look handsome yourself. Charles stops, looking at you in surprise. He didn’t expect you to speak French. “You speak French?” He grins.

You laugh softly with a nod, shrugging. “You could say that.”

Charles lets out another grin, the love of his life a gorgeous woman who spoke French as well, you have him on a tight leash.

This is going to be a long night.

You were glad dinner went well with Charles tonight. You both spoke about your dreams, your hobbies, your careers, anything to know about each other. You listened to him explain about his love for driving, how it’s because of his late father.

You were both on the way back to his apartment, the ride silent as the soft music plays through the radio.

Charles sneaks a glance when he notices the way you bit your lip, the way your thighs were clenched. Blood rushing straight to his cock. He keeps his attention to the road, his mind filled with the thoughts of fucking you.

He parked his car in the driveway, opening the car door for you as he leads you inside his apartment. It was comfy, there were pictures of him hung up on the wall. His trophies arranged nicely on the cabinet.

He watches the way your hips move and he swallows hard, trying his best not to bend you over the couch and fuck you.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He asks and you shake your head, “I’m alright, thanks.”

Your breathing becomes shaky when you face Charles, his body moving towards yours as he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and you swore you felt his hard cock pressed against your clothed pussy.

“Charles..” you whisper, your breath hitting his.

“Hm?” his eyes find yours, his fingers sliding down your back, goosebumps starting to form on your skin. He’s wanted this for years, to touch you, to taste you.

“Fuck me, Charles.”

That’s all he wanted to hear. He lifts you up, your legs wrapped around his waist before he lays you down on the couch, pulling your legs apart before he starts kissing the insides of your thighs.

His nose nudges your clothed pussy before he rips your panties off, sucking on your clit.

You throw your head back, letting out pornographic moans as he continues to lick your pussy.

“So fucking sweet.” He murmurs, sucking harder which makes you clamp your thighs around his head but his hands keeps a firm grip on them to hold you down.

You were a whimpering mess, so close to coming. Charles then slides in two fingers and you moan, gripping his hair tighter before he groans. He could feel you clenching around his fingers and it only takes five seconds for you to cum when he whispers.

“Come for me, jolie fille.” pretty girl. And you do, your cum dripping down his fingers and he licks them clean, groaning at how sweet you taste. “So sweet, baby.”

Charles then undos his pants, letting it drop to the floor. His cock hard, the tip red and swollen before he slides inside of your slick, wet pussy. “Charles!” you gasp, shutting your eyes as he starts to fucks you.

“You’re so fucking tight, mon ange.” my angel. He pants out, his glasses fogging up made him look hotter and you lean in, smashing your lips against his, his tongue slipping in to taste you.

You both were close to coming, the sound of your skins slapping filled the room. Charles couldn’t take it anymore as he whimpers out.

“Cum for me, baby.” You let out a cry of pleasure, arching your back as you finally cum. His cum shooting inside of you, loading your pussy up.

He kisses your forehead gently before holding you in his arms, both your breaths heavy when he whispers.

“I think I’m in love.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

hope you guys enjoyed it!!

[osachiyo]

my sunshine ・ gojo satoru ─── f!reader . daddy gojo (literally) approx 0.6k ᘎᘏ cw none !

everyone knew satoru had the biggest sweet tooth, and apparently his daughter took after him in that aspect.

"wan' that, daddy!" the cute 3 year old girl pouted, peering up at her father from below, stubby little finger pointing at the cookie-jar oh so neatly placed on top of the counter.

"you want the cookies, princess?" satoru asked, making her nod with a small 'mhm!' so damn cutely that almost made him fold. almost.

"but, buuut mommy said no cookies 'till dinner, remember?" satoru pouted, kneeling to be at the same height as his tiny girl, who only slouched her shoulders in disappointment− before looking up at the snow haired man again− shoving her hand into his face with only her pointer finger up, "jus' one, I pwooomise!"

he only chuckled in response, large hand reaching to ruffle her fluffy hair− which was parted into two cute pigtails, various clips and bows decorating it. "alright, fine. juuuuust one, okay sweet girl?" his voice was anything but strict− plump lips curled into the biggest grin. she only beamed up at him, giggling and squealing as he hoists her up and sits her on top of the marble counter, her legs swinging back and forth in sheer excitement.

satoru reached for the jar, carefully opening the lid before taking out two cookies; one of his precious sweet tooth of a daughter, and one for himself. he handed one of them to her, before making a 'zip' motion on his lips− indicating for her to keep quiet about this. she gladly took the cookie with her grabby little hands rosey lips parting to let out a little 'thwank you!' before nodding, agreeing to keep this a secret between her and daddy.

" 's so yummy, daddy!" she squealed, letting out the cutest fucking giggle known to mankind− in his words. he grinned, taking a moment to truly admire her− admire the sweet little bundle of joy that you, his woman, the love of his life had gifted him and he couldn't thank you enough.

he watched as his sweet girl happily munched on the sweet treat, her chubby little cheeks now stuffed with the chocolate chip cookie. god, he'd give her the goddamn world. he smiled softly to himself before taking a bite of his cookie, eyes sparkling at the taste. "you're right, baby. it's very yummy," he said with a mouthful of cookie, glancing at her with this cerulean blues, "mommy's the best baker out there, eh?" she nodded in agreement, before also speaking with a mouthful of cookie, "uh-huh! she's also the best mommy everrrrrrr! but she'd be better if she let me eat more cookies, y'know?"

satoru cackled at that− she really did take after him.

bonus :

"I'm home!" you yelled out softly, taking your shoes off and neatly placing them to the shoe-rack. you walked over to the kitchen in order to put the groceries in their designated spot when you noticed the cookie-jar.... missing.

you sighed, placing the groceries down on the counter before looking for your precious daughter and husband− and the missing cookie jar. and you found the both of them right as you walked into the spacious living-room, a children's playing on the tv, your eyes softening at the sight of gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer to exist, with his baby girl in his arms, snuggled up so comfortably into his chest as the fuzzy blanket covering them slowly started to slide off.

a smile tugged at your lips, walking over to them when something hit your foot− looking down, you saw the completely empty cookie jar laying on the floor, abandoned after they were done devouring each and every one of the cookies, most likely. you rolled your eyes with a huffed out laugh, walking closer to them before noticing the small cookie crumbs on their adorable faces. you shook your head with a defeated smile, like father like daughter, huh?

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[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: The birth of his first child changes everything for the rough around the edges military man. A small glimpse into his life now as a father.

Word Count: 3 k

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of being pregnant, just sweetness.

Heavy eyes blinking, trying to adjust to the darkness flooding the room, Simon drifted back into consciousness. Intaking a full, deep breath, he filled lungs with the calm air around the bedroom as he came back into his body from out of sleep. Turning his head towards the nightstand besides the bed, sight searching he finally found his target. Bright red numbers glared back at him from the cheap alarm clock sitting on the top as they cut through the night to tell him the time: it was still the middle of the night.

He was no stranger to insomnia and had made peace with it long ago. It was just a part of his routine now, though these days it seemed to benefit him more than hinder as his life was changing. Another deep breath he inhaled as he rubbed his bare chest with his hand, itching a place between his pectorals; he was completely awake now. 

Turning back over, a muted smile spread across his lips as he caught your form laying next to him in the bed under the covers. Your body was faced towards him, head buried in your pillow with the covers pulled up to your chest, your hair laying haphazardly around your face like a veil. Gentle eyes watched your shoulders move ever so slightly up and down with the slow, steady pattern of your breathing. He always looked on you as if you were the only reason he knew what love was.

Because you were.

A rushing swell of emotion filled his heart as he looked upon the best fucking thing that ever had happened to him resting so peacefully. It made the hardened military man happy to know that he could create an environment where you felt safe enough to sleep so deeply, not a worry on your mind because you knew he would be there if anything happened. With careful fingers, Simon reached across the minuscule distance to tenderly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and out of your eyes.

You did not even stir as he grazed those rough fingertips across your delicate cheek; the past couple of weeks had been a whirlwind of excitement and chaos and even though he knew you wouldn’t change a second of it, it still left you exhausted. Even more careful, he leaned his face in and gave your temple a quick peck, letting his lips linger against your silky skin a moment to breath in your scent before rolling back over to get out of bed. 

Each step was strategic to be certain that you didn’t wake; you needed to rest and he wasn’t about to disrupt that. He had just made it out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind him when he heard a rustling and the beginnings of a small cry coming from the other room. Quickly and silently he moved through the hall of your mid-sized flat, over to the other bedroom where the door stood slightly ajar.

“Shhh… hey now,” Simon whispered quiet words of comfort as he moved into the room and towards the crib that was situated against the far wall where a tiny bundle that lay inside was just stirring from sleep. Again his heartstrings were plucked as he peered over the railing to what lay inside, his gaze falling upon a little girl- his little girl.

Scooping the infant up into his protective arms, his skin still nice and warm from sleep, he brought her up and cradled her snugly against his bare chest. “Let’s let your mum sleep, yeah?” he smiled down at his daughter. “You’ve taken a lot out of her the past several days, luv, but don’t worry, dad’s gotcha.”

Soon it’d be time to feed the little one and Simon would have to bring her to you, but right now all he wanted was to sit with the only other being in his life that had a permanent place in his heart. Grabbing her a blanket, they both moved over towards the rocking chair where he gingerly took a seat while making sure he had her secure in his embrace. There he sat, the tiny babe curled up on his bare chest under her blanket as he rocked them both back and forth.

One large hand on her back while the other cradled under her bottom for support, Simon delicately stroked his sweet girl’s back to sooth her sad whimpers. Slow, even caresses helped her to relax in his arms and a low hum that vibrated through his chest from some tune soothed her the rest of the way down. It wasn’t long before the motion of the chair and his tender touch lulled her back into a calm and he leaned down to place a kiss to the top of that small head as she let out a quiet coo like a dove. 

“See? I told ya; dad has ya, princess,” he murmured against the few strands of hair that covered her head. 

His touch was so gentle with her, so painstakingly careful as if he were afraid that one wrong move and he would break her. Those hands had touched so much death, dealt so much too, and he worried that he could never hold something so precious within their grasp without destroying it or tainting it in some way. And each touch of his hand had to be with a heart full of love for the little girl; that was the only way.

Anxious thoughts secretly kept him up at night for months before she was born, worries that somehow he would turn out to be just like his father, that he would somehow look at this tiny thing and transform into a monster. But the minute he heard that cry as she took her first breath in this world, all those fears seemed to evaporate into thin air; he was completely smitten with her and knew he would do anything to protect her. She would want for nothing, not as long as he was around.

Moving the baby off his chest and into his hands, he cradled her so that he could look into her face. So much of himself he saw in her tiny features it nearly brought him to tears: she had his nose, a halo of wispy blonde hair, his amber eyes. As he looked down at his little girl, so small and fragile, his could feel his heart nearly burst at the seams with all the love her had for her; his heart was so full of her that he could hardly call it his own anymore. It was like someone had taken the best parts of him and the best parts of you and made a perfect doll that he would get to cherish for her whole life.

How could something as pure as this come from a part of him? It was like magic, that somehow out of all the chaos and loss and struggle he had endured over his entire life she came, like a being made out of starlight that would always help him find his way out of the darkness. She was his miracle that came without warning, that he never knew he needed until he had her.

“I can’t believe you’re mine, princess,” he whispered lovingly to her calm, sleeping face as she snuggled into his hands. “Even when your mum told me she was pregnant with ya, I couldn’ believe I played a part in making something so damn wonderful. I mean, me with a kid? It seemed such a crazy thing. No one would have believed it, especially me, but now that you’re here I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Ya deserve everythin’ in this world, luv, and I promise I will work my whole life to give it to ya.”

Wherever life took him, whatever he had to do, there would be nothing that would stop him from giving everything he had to this little slice of heaven he created here with you. This was the only thing he could ever want now and it all started when a girl with a smile that could rival the sun took a chance on a man that felt like he had died long ago. You brought him back from the brink and now he had an abundance of reasons to keep on living. 

In the middle of his chaos were you and his child and that was enough.

Picking up his daughter, her little legs scrunching up against her tummy, he brought her face to his lips and kissed her chubby cheeks before he rested her back over his heart. “I love ya, my little princess,” he said, “and I always will.”

***Over a year later***

A little chubby-cheeked girl sat on the floor of the living room playing with her toys, her wispy blonde hair tied up into mini pigtails on top of her head. It was getting late, but she couldn’t go to bed just yet…there was one more thing that waited for her to end the day. Joyfully she babbled away to herself in her own little world as she went about stacking and destroying a set of blocks until the sound of the front door opening caught her attention.

Immediately those autumn-colored eyes shot straight up as her sparcely-toothed smile lit up her entire face and spread from ear to ear for the person who had just walked in came into her view. 

“Dada, dada,” she babbled excitedly as she struggled to her roly-poly short legs to toddle towards the sound. Her tiny arms reached up towards the figure, hands clasping together open and close repeatedly as a nonverbal request for the tall, hulking man currently setting down his things before crossing the floor to come and pick her up.

“ ‘ello sweetpea,” Simon’s gruff voice greeted her while a smile to match her own hit his lips the moment he caught sight of her. Quickly he bent down and scooped the child up into his arms, holding her in his full embrace. Instantly she wrapped her own short limbs around his neck and held him with all her tiny might as if transferring all her love into him.

“Tiss, dada, tiss,” she bounced up and down in his embrace and he was more than ready to oblige, kissing those rosy, flushed cheeks over and over to make her squeal excitedly with laughter. That didn’t take much since her favorite person in the entire world was home and that made her so giddy she couldn’t stand still.  

“How’s my princess today, hmmm? Did ya run mum ragged?”

Oh boy did she have a lot to tell her father about the goings on of her day, rambling on in her limited vocabulary as Simon listened attentively, nodding along as she spoke animatedly about how she saw a dah-ug (dog) today when she went with you in the tawr (car) to the staur (store); from the moment she said her first word, which could have been nothing else than ‘dada’, she had to share her entire day with him and he was more than thrilled to hear it all every single time. 

God, the way that little girl looked at him like he set the stars made all the stressors of even the most miserable day instantly melt away. He was her whole world in more ways than one. Who knew something so small and fragile could have the most significant impact on his life? Who could have ever know that when she came that he would get such a wonderful gift to cherish?

As she finished up her tirade, his eyeline was drawn over to you as you slowly and carefully moved up off your place on the floor and onto your feet to come stand beside him and your daughter. One of those big, strong arms meant for you latched around your waist and pulled you towards him where his lips were waiting to place a kiss to your own; both of his girls safe in his protective grasp. 

This, this was home.

“Was she good today?” he asked as your mouths parted. 

There was mischief in your eyes, your mouth tightening to not give you away by spreading into a smile. “Oh she was an absolutely…terror,” you picked, laughing as you watched that pronounced scowl furrow his brow and instantly cloud his features as his eyes narrowed. No one was to talk bad about his little girl and how dare you even try to suggest that she was anything other than perfect. 

Turning back to his daughter, he situated her better upon his hip. “Mums lyin’ on ya, ain’t she?” he asked, ignoring your smirk and eye roll as he gave her another slew of kisses across her face that sent her squealing again. “I know my sweet Anna would neva be anythin’ other than a perfect princess.”

“Pincess,” Anna repeated through her giggles as she patted her chest. “Dada pincess.”

A phrase she heard so often from him throughout her short year and some change on this earth that she already recited it perfectly and Simon’s heart nearly burst at the seams every time she uttered it because she was and would always be his sweet princess, the one who came to save him, the one he would move heaven and hell for without a single qualm. 

“That’s right, ya are dad’s princess,” he smiled as he had to swallow back the lump of emotion in his throat. 

The way she could always immediately and consistently break down those walls that he had kept up for so many years was a thing of magic. There was no possible way for her to know the amount of struggling it took for him to become this gentle after all he had endured, how he had to burn himself nearly whole and rise anew from the ashes, but by God he would do it all again just for her and for you. 

Silently you watched the two of them interact, the love pouring out of Simon like a fountain, and your breath hitched as you realized how lucky you all were. He held on to that little girl the same as he always had: as if she were the most sacred thing in the whole entire world and to him in his world she was just that. Breaking you out of your thoughts, he pulled you back in for another quick kiss; there were things to get done as it was already getting late. 

“You ready for a bath?” he asked Anna and she happily nodded back.

“Baff, baff,” she repeated. 

She was probably the only kid in the world that looked forward to bath time and bed because that was the time she got to spend with the person she was always missing the most. There was only a few more days till the weekend when Simon could spend more time with her, but for now these little moments were just enough to get them both through.

The sounds of splashing and laughter wafted from the bathroom as you took a tired seat on the sofa: Simon’s low gravely, subdued chuckling being accentuated with Anna’s light, higher pitched squeals of glee. There was no better sound in the whole world than the two of them together and you prayed that no matter how old you got or how your memories faded, that the music of them would remain something locked up tight that you would always be able to recall.  

“ ‘ere she comes,” Simon called out to you as a naked baby wrapped in just a towel toddled her way over to you and jumped into your arms to tell you ‘noo nie mum’ (goodnight mum) before that burly man came after her, scooping her up and whisking her away to get dressed so that she could start to get sleepy.

Picking out a pair of pink footie pajamas with little flowers on them, he grabbed her blanket and a picture book off the shelf, making sure the lights were low before making his way with Anna in his arms to the rocking chair in the corner of her room. 

Back and forth, back and forth, he slowly moved them as he read aloud about a very very hungry caterpillar, letting her chubby fingers glide over the pages as he laid out the story just as he had done countless nights before until her little head began to bob and her eyes flutter. 

Setting the book down he held her against his chest, letting the rhythmic beating of his heart along with the rocking of their bodies in the chair to lull her into deep sleep. It seemed like only yesterday she was able to hold her in just his hands and now she was big enough to lay across almost the entirety of his chest. 

"You're growin' up so fast princess," he whispered so softly it was barely audible. "I wish I could just stop time for a bit."

It stung his heart how sad it was that time seemed to be slipping through his fingers like sand through a sieve, but in the same breath he had to remark on how wonderful and breathtaking it was to see all the best of him and you reflected in the amazing little girl she was growing in to. 

As he laid her down into her bed, he gently moved the fine strands of hair off her warm forehead to place a delicate kiss to her temple. “Sweet dreams, my sweet princess,” he whispered against her skin as her chest rose and fell at a slow pace while she drifted off into dreamland. “Remember, dad’s always here to keep ya safe.”

With quiet, easy steps he walked out of her bedroom and closed the door, another day that made it all worth waking up for. Sauntering back into the living room after having changed his clothes, he took his place beside you on the couch, pulling you into his arms and against his chest; he could always shower later, time spent with you both was far more important than all that.  

“I think I’m gettin’ the hang of this,” Simon smiled against your lips, letting them linger over the soft flesh a moment more. “We did pretty fuckin’ good with our little girl, didn’t we luv?” 

 You turned your head and held his soft gaze. "We sure did," you agreed. 

Taking his hand and placing it to the back of your head, he brought your face to his to rest your forehead against one another. "It was all because of ya that I have all this fuckin' happiness," he said with eyes closed as he breathed you in. "Ya both gave me a life I never thought I deserved."

"You deserve it all, Simon. Every once of it."

Leaning in the miniscule distance between your mouths, you met his lips with your own and he embraced them back as if to say 'thank you'. 

“Think we can do it again?” you asked, breaking the kiss gently.

Simon lowered his gaze and moved his hand to your abdomen, cupping over the small swell of your belly and giving it a loving rub. You had just barely started to show as this second little surprise still had some time in the making, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t excited to see what this next chapter would bring. Was it a little sooner than expected? Sure, but Simon knew now that there was nothing the two of you couldn’t face together or that he would do for the ones he loved. 

“Aye, I think we’ll manage just fine, luv.”

[lovedazai]

BIGGEST LIE I EVER SAID . . . you finally pick up one of chuuya’s drunk phone calls.

ft. chuuya + f!reader, exes to lovers, implied blackout, taking care of hungover chuu, making up / out, 2.5k w.c.

chuuya is more used to loneliness than he’d ever admit. it came with the nature of his ability and his line of work, but it had only taken a few months with you to completely change his world, years of defense mechanisms overwritten by your soft touches and sweet words. now that it’s over, he can’t find it in himself to break his newfound habits, stubbornly clinging to their familiarity and basking in the fleeting warmth of the embers of your relationship.

even now that he goes to his favorite bar alone, he still covers the seat next to him with his jacket. it’s the one to his right; he always chose the seat closest to the door between the two of you, just in case.

he can still imagine the lipstick mark that would be left on his glass when you’d steal a sip, and he takes one pretending he’s pressing his mouth around it. he frowns as he swallows; was there anything left that wouldn’t remind him of you?

he downs the rest of what’s left in his glass, licking the stray scarlet drop that curls onto his bottom lip. his gloved hand is numb to the chill of the wine bottle as he pours himself another; it’s the last of it. today was hard, dozens of his men needlessly dying due to one subordinate’s laziness. all he wants is to hold you and let you make him forget all about his shitty day; you would’ve threaded your fingers through his hair and rubbed his scalp, letting his tension melt away off his shoulders, and then, he would’ve kissed you until it was all out of his system. instead, he’ll stumble home and spend the rest of his night in his empty penthouse, stress sitting in a tight knot in his stomach, mixed with the queasiness of too much alcohol and the ache of longing for you that never seems to go away.

god, he fucking misses you.

he pulls his phone from his pocket with one hand, the other still carefully cradling his wine glass. he lazily presses on your contact, still saved to his favorites. his eyes trail over your photo: it’s from when he brought you out to shizuoka. your hair is windblown and knotted from the motorcycle ride there, but you’re beaming at him, cheeks dimpled and eyes closed. his black jacket is draped over your shoulders, a stark contrast to the gold and peach of the setting sun behind you.

his thumb hovers over the call button. he only does this when he’s just drunk enough to ignore how bad of an idea it actually is, and to hear the sweet sound of your voice through your mailbox. it’s always after midnight when he calls, when he knows it’s too late for you to be awake and you won’t pick up. 

good. he hopes you’re sleeping well. 

he finally presses down on the call button, listening to the line ring. the leather of his glove is smooth against the glass as his finger traces the curve of his cup.

one…

he counts the buzz of the rings in his head. it always took five.

two…

he thrums his fingers against the bar’s dark wooden counter in a lazy rhythm. he wonders if you’re wearing that cute pajama set he loved so much tonight, with those tiny shorts that drove him crazy. maybe you fell asleep with your light on again, the way you used to when you’d wait for him to come home.

thrー

“hello?”

everything stops: his fingers, his thoughts, his heartbeat. he pulls the phone away from his ear, making sure this is actually happening, and he wasn’t hearing your voice in some alcohol-induced hallucination.

“...chuuya?” it’s muffled, and when he brings the phone back up, he can hear your sheets ruffle as you sit up in bed, your voice slurred in a sleepy rasp. “is everything okay?”

the room feels like it’s tilting, the dim lights of the bar haloing and growing fuzzy. he thinks he’s saying something, but he isn’t sure what. he feels sick, like his stomach is twisting itself and trying to crawl up his throat; he’s about to spill his guts out. 

then he wakes up.

he only opens his eyes slightly before he squeezes them shut again. everything is too bright, and his head pounds in that special way that means he’s hungover or just used corruption. he groans, rolling over and burying his face into his pillow. it feels softer than he remembers, brain feeling like it’s full of static, disoriented and half awake. he swears the sheets smell just like the perfume you used to wear.

you.

he forces his eyes back open, lifting his head. that’s your dresser in the corner. these are your sheets, and there’s you, sitting on the other edge of the bed, typing on your phone. your hair is pulled back, and he can see your profile perfectly, just as gorgeous as he remembered. you see him move from the corner of your eye, looking up and meeting his groggy gaze.

“you’re up,” you stretch over to your nightstand, handing him the bottle of water there. it’s cold, small beads of condensation dripping down the sides. “finally. drink this.”

he downs half of the bottle in one go, the chill coating and soothing his aching throat. his voice is still raspy when he speaks, deeper than usual. “what am i doin’ here?”

“you don’t remember?” you tilt your head, smiling teasingly. “i guess you haven’t changed much. you’re still a lightweight.”

“gimme a break,” he grumbles into the mouth of the water bottle, taking another big sip. he’d let you get away with poking fun at him when he felt so shitty just this once. he tells himself it’s only because your cheeky smile looked so pretty in the daylight flitting through your curtains. “i was wasted.”

“i know,” you get up from the bed, moving toward your closet and shuffling around. he watches the way your legs strain as you reach on your tiptoes for something. you are wearing those shorts he loved so much, and he tries not to stare too obviously at the way they ride up your thighs.“i’m the one who picked you up when you were half unconscious.”

he hears you sigh and the soft sound of fabric as you push shirts around until you finally pull something off a hanger.

“here,” you’re holding a white button-down, and he recognizes it immediately; he has identical ones, pressed and dry-cleaned, lined in his closet. “you’ll feel better after you take a shower.”

“you kept this?” he pinches the fabric between his fingers; silky smooth, just how he liked it. your eyes widen, hand stiffening as you grip the shirt a little tighter. “thought you said you were gonna burn all my stuff.”

“whatever,” you sigh, rolling your eyes and tossing the shirt into his lap. “it was too expensive to get rid of. you already know where the towels are.”

he does know. his favorite part of his days was coming to your place after work, and he still remembers how warm he felt when you gave him a key so he could sleep next to you on nights when mafia work ran into the early hours of the morning.

he moves sluggishly when he gets out of your bed. he grabs a towel from the little shelf in your bathroom before he turns the water on, waiting for it to get warm and looking over your counter; you still have that expensive face mask he bought for you on an overseas mission, and he remembers how he’d stood between your legs as you sat on the counter, hands smoothing the curve of your hips as you brushed it onto his skin.

he takes his time in the shower, scrubbing himself clean lazily, muscles fatigued and sore. the white tea scent of your body wash soothes him the same way it would when he’d bury his face against your neck before he fell into another dreamless sleep.

when he comes out, dried off and dressed, you’re in front of the stove, the familiar smell of miso soup lingering through the hallway. he nearly wraps his arms around your waist out of the familiarity of it all, but clenches his fists at his sides to stop himself.

there’s a bouquet of flowers in the center of your small dining room table, a bundle of camellias and baby’s breath resting mockingly in a vase filled halfway with water. he glares at them as he sits down, thinking about what asshole could’ve bought them for you. did he write you poems on the card like chuuya did? he’d bet his own money he didn’t.

“by the way, those fell out of your jacket pocket,” you break the silence, nodding your chin towards the table; it's his cigarettes, one of the corners of the cardboard box bent. “you’re smoking again?”

“yeah,” he crosses his arms, fingers digging into his biceps. “i needed a new stress reliever. guess you found one too, huh?”

“what?”

“the flowers,” he mumbles. “is he treatin’ you good?”

you turn away from him and back towards the stove, but he can picture the look on your face when you speak, voice soft and tinged with a smile. “i bought those for myself.”

“oh,” he sits up a little straighter, sulk faltering as he clears his throat. “they’re nice.”

your socked feet are quiet as you approach the table. your hands are carefully cupped around the warm bowl of soup, and his eyes catch on your freshly painted nails. you must’ve gotten them done recently, and he tries not to think about how you used to love showing them off to him, or how nice it would feel when you’d drag them up and down his skin until the hair on his arms rose. you place it in front of him, full of steaming broth, kombu, and tofu floating serenely around slices of green onion.

he catches glances at you as you join him at the table, slurping his soup quietly. he didn’t think he could ever feel so unnatural around you, but tension clouds the air, awkward and uneasy. he stares into his bowl, like it could tell him what to say to fix this when you break the silence again. “do you remember what you said to me last night?”

he cringes; the last thing he remembers is that final glass of wine and your pretty voice on the other end of the line. he sighs through his nose, almost scared to hear your answer. “what did i say?”

“you said you missed me,” you brush your finger across the lone, pale pink flower petal that fell onto your table, tracing the curve of it, not meeting his eyes. “you asked me to pick you up and take you back home.”

you knew what he really meant: take me back to your apartment. it’s barely half the size of his penthouse, but it always felt like more of a home than his place ever did. there were signs of life dotted everywhere he looked, from your sink of dishes from last night’s dinner to your favorite candle in your living room, nearly burnt down to the bottom.

“you call a lot,” you finally look at him, voice quiet. “you don’t think i notice?”

“i know you do,” he whispers. “i only call so much ‘cause i miss you.”

you blink stubbornly, eyes watering. your lips tremble as you press them together, trying and failing to hold yourself together. he doesn’t hesitate to cup your cheeks between his palms, like it was an instinct.

“c’mon,” he sighs. “don’t do that. you know how much it breaks my heart.”

“i miss you too,” your voice shakes. “i really, really miss you, chuuya,” you melt against his chest the same way you always used to, arms wrapping around his shoulders and your forehead pushing against his neck. “i just want to stay like this for a few minutes,” you whisper pleadingly, words warm against his skin.

he could almost laugh; he’d stay with you for the rest of his life in your little dining room, holding you against him. he’d break the world in two for you if you asked him to.

“you’re still the best thing that ever happened to me,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder, and his heart flutters when you don’t push him away. he holds your waist, rubbing his thumbs against the small of your back. his cheek rests against your hair, and he inhales deeply. “i mean it.”

he isn’t ready to let you go when you lift your head off his shoulder all too soon, arms still solid around your waist when he feels your lips brush against his. you pull away just as quickly, but he cups your jaw before you can get too far. you fall back into each other like you were never apart, shakily exhaling in relief as your lips slot into perfect place against his own. chuuya loves you with every part of himself, and once he started, it was ingrained in him forever; loving you became a fundamental part of who he was.

you practically crawl into his lap, seating yourself on his thigh and wrapping your arms tighter around his shoulders. his tongue traces along your bottom lip, and the noise you make drives him fucking crazy; his breath stutters as you whimper against his mouth and melt between his hands. he caresses your sides with a tenderness only reserved for you, trailing down to the plush of your ass from muscle memory alone.

the edge of the table presses into his side, painfully prodding at the edge of his ribs, but all he can feel is your soft lips, parted and pliant against his, and the tip of your nails, scratching against his scalp and down his nape.

this is what he meant when he said he wanted to come back home.

“i won’t fuck it up this time,” he pulls back to look into your eyes. “it’s you and me. got it?”

you nod, cheeks wet against his palms, lips curled upward as you press a kiss to the slope of his nose.

“there’s that smile,” he grins, thumb stroking beneath your dewy lashes. “i missed it.”

“i missed you,” you press your hand against his the toned skin of his chest, feeling the heavy pound of his heart beneath your palms. “i’ve wanted to kiss you like that again for so long.”

“oh yeah?” he smirks, nose brushing against yours. “you stay up at night thinking about me or something?”

your fingertips are warm against his cheek as you shove his face away, scoffing as you slide off his lap.

“where do you think you’re going, baby?” he tugs you back, kissing the corner of your mouth. “don’t think i’m lettin’ you go again.”

BSD MASTERLIST

[sage-green-matcha]

Can you do one in a treehouse with experienced ethan and fully virgin reader smut pls

(only if u want to)

PICTURE ME IN THE TREES - ETHAN LANDRY 🌬️

Losing your virginity with Ethan in your childhood treehouse <3

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! P in V sex, sweet Ethan!

A/n: I love this request sm! Hope you enjoy my love 🫶

<3

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Ethan’s hand was softly intertwined with yours, your shoulder slightly bumping into him with each step.

Dead leaves crunched under your feet, the smell of autumn filling your nose.

You had started going on evening walks with Ethan, just something small to appreciate each other.

“I didn’t know you had a treehouse” Ethan covered his eyes from the sun, looking up into the tiny house that was surrounded by forest.

“Yea, It was my little hideout when I was younger” You took his hand closer as you walked towards the forest, ending up in front of the tall, fragile ladder.

“Ladies first” His eyes were slightly scared, but you knew this ladder could hold anyone up. Your hands grabbed onto the broken wood, careful to not get any splinters on your hands.

Your knees hit the old wood, stepping inside while Ethan followed. Memories of your time spent here rushed into your brain.

It was really dusty, but it was nice. Your mom had it built for you, with a full bed and bookshelf. Ripped posters hung from the walls, string lights surrounding the ceiling.

“This is surprisingly nice” His eyes twinkled once you turned the string lights on, the warm hue making him feel warm inside.

You made your way over to the bed, shaking off the small amount of dirt that was on the throw blanket. Ethan sat next to you, his curly head of hair on your shoulder while he played with the rings on your finger.

“It’s so nice in here”

“Yea…my little self loved it in here. But I haven’t come up in ages”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Why not?”

“The divorce was messy, it reminded me too much of my mom so I avoided it at all costs. What a waste though, I could’ve cleaned this place up and used it for something else.”

His lips brushed against your neck, sending a tingling sensation down your spine. Your skin was sensitive to his touch, even the slightest brush made you melt.

“Ethan…” You smiled, turning your head towards him. “What?” He knew what he was doing, and it wasn’t a horrible idea.

Just by the way you looked inside the small house made him realize how much you missed it. The only reason you stopped loving it was because of bad memories. If he gave you a good one…maybe you’ll love it again.

You pushed yourself closer to Ethan, his lips now sucking on your neck. You felt nervous, anxiety bubbling up in your tummy.

You weren’t very experienced, scratch that…you lacked it. You remember watching a video of how to please yourself, but you never felt anything so you gave up.

You moved yourself down to his lips, soft and sweet as he took your face into his hands.

You made it clear to Ethan that you wanted to take things slow. He respected that, and he knew it would make your first time that much more special.

“I like you a lot, Y/n”

“I know”

Your whispers traveled around the cold room, the sound of wet kisses on skin mixing with your voice.

His large hands grabbed at your skin, desperate to taste the flavor of your lips.

Gently, his hand ran up your shirt, his warm skin on your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” Your brain screamed, trying not to show how flustered you were getting. You nodded your head, but it wasn’t enough for Ethan. He needed to make sure you were definitely okay with it, definitely comfortable.

“Tell me”

“Yes,” You gulped, Ethan, pulling the fabric off your torso. Your nipples hardened under your bra, cold air brushing against your skin.

Ethan slipped his shirt off, a kiss placed roughly on your puffy lips. You took your hands to his chest, tracing his slightly toned skin. “You’re so touchy” You looked up to give him a small glare.

His hands held onto your hips as you closed your eyes, Ethan spreading apart your naked legs. Your core glistened in front of him, his cock hard at the sight.

“Ready?”

“Mhm”

You took a deep breath as you felt his cock stretch out your walls. “It hurts Eth” you mumbled, face slightly pained under him. “I know baby, I know. I’m sorry” He whispered sweet things in your ear as you took all of him, the feeling being good yet bad at the same time.

Ethan could barely breathe. Your cunt was so tight, milking his cock perfectly. He swore he could’ve busted right there.

Slowly, he pulled back his hips before thrusting back Into you, your pussy getting used to the feeling. The feeling of pain quickly dissolved as he thrusted, pleasure radiating all over your body.

He kept a slow and steady pace, but he was desperate for more. He didn’t know it, but you were too. Through broken words, your mumbled, Ethan was surprised. “Faster” He didn’t think twice, thrusting and pushing his hips into you in faster movements.

He didn’t go any harder, and you were glad. You probably would’ve melted right there.

A layer of sweat formed on your face, small moans and whimpers fell from your lips.

Sounds of skin slapping filled your ears, you were so overwhelmed, feeling yourself float in your senses.

You let out a small whimper as he touched your clit, applying hard pressure to your sensitive bud. You tensed up your legs, your chest rising up and down quickly.

You felt yourself go stupid on his cock, whispering words you never thought you’d be admitting. “What’s that sweetheart?” You gulped as he went inside you harder, seconds away from his release.

“I’m all yours, I’m all…yours” Your eyes rolled back, legs shaking as you felt a tight knot in your stomach stretch, so close to snapping.

Moans fell from your lips, your legs aching from Ethan’s harsh thrusts. But you couldn’t complain, it felt too good for you to feel the pain in the moment.

Ethan groaned in your ear, rubbing your clit faster as he noticed your breathing becoming uneven. Your back arched as you felt that tie snap, legs shaking as cum oozed from your hole, covering Ethan’s veiny cock.

Quickly, he pulled out of you, strings of cum being shot onto your stomach. You were too fucked out to care, your lips parted while you rolled to your side, trying to catch your breath.

He placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your skin. His lips made marks and kisses on your legs, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

He brushed the sweaty hair out of your face, kissing you softly. You didn’t say anything, instead burying your face into his chest, legs to your stomach while he hugged you.

[enchantedbarnes]

Uncle Buck

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Single Aunt!Reader

Summary: You take your nephew to a Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson Q&A event. The mischievous 8-year-old asks if he can get in line to ask a question. Against your better judgement you agree and let him go up by himself.

Word Count: 626

Masterlist: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six

A/N: I had no intention to write anything on this account but here we are. Excuse the mess.

A young boy - 8 years old, dark hair and eyes full of mischief - walks up to the microphone.

"Hi, I have a question for Bucky..." He asks shyly.

The moderator nods, "What's your question for him, little man?"

The boy looks over at the seats nearby behind him and smirks, turning back to the stage with some more confidence this time.

"Will you marry my Aunt?"

The crowd let's out collective gasps, giggles, and awws. There's some cheering and a loud "OW OWWWW."

You inhale quickly and choke on your own air supply, trying to compose yourself. "BENJAMIN!!!"

You're horrified and shrink down in your seat while pulling your hood up over your head for added cover.

While you contemplate the fastest way to snatch the little traitor and get out of there as swiftly as possible you hear Sam's loud laugh echo through the room.

"I assume that was your Aunt and you're Benjamin?" Bucky asks while smirking.

Tiny traitor nods while grinning ear to ear. "I'm Benji, Auntie's name is Y/n and she thinks you're sooo handsome," he exaggerates with an eye roll, "and she's super fun and pretty and you'd be the coolest unc--"

Exit plan secured you jump out of your seat and rush over to cover his mouth and pull him back from the mic. Your hood still up and head ducked down.

"You said you were asking about the mechanics of his arm, you tiny little punk," you mutter at him but the microphone still picks up what you said.

While you have him secured in a headlock you quickly speak into the mic, avoiding all eye contact. "I apologize, I've never met this child before... I'm going to return him to the proper authorities immediately."

Picking your nephew up as quickly as you can, you toss him over your shoulder. His fit of giggles exploding while he tries yelling out again, "But he hasn't answered yet!"

"He's free later tonight, Aunt Y/n!" Sam shouts while you retreat to the back of the conference room towards the exit. "Your future family seems nice," he jokes while nudging Bucky's arm.

Benji tries to shout back across the room, "SHE IS FREE TOO!! EVERY NIGHT!!"

You shove the exit door open, "You're so dead. On my pick up days for school I will be blasting every embarrassing song I can find with the windows down. I'm going to start saving now and I will be buying every ad space available in your future yearbooks and I will be plastering them with your baby photos. And not the cute ones." Like this kid ever took a photo that wasn't cute.

***

The two of you walk around a food truck area set up outside the conference space. Benji is happily eating a pretzel you only bought so your sister wouldn't kill you for neglecting her child. You grab a seat at a small table to people-watch while he finishes up his undeserved treat.

You let your hood down, setting your vibrant and wild hair free. The color is easy to pick out in a crowd.

Benji is explaining in great detail the plot to a video game he has been playing with his friends and how one level keeps tripping them up.

The chair next to you slides back, "Is this seat open?" A deep voice asks.

Benji grins, "Yes!"

You already know who it is, but you're still startled when you look over and see none other than Bucky Barnes sitting with you and the small trouble matchmaker.

"So... is the potential cool Uncle position still available?" He smirks, hand on his chin looking over at both of you.

This little punk might be getting free pretzels and ice cream for life.

Alright folks! By popular demand, here is part 2!

Uncle Buck Returns

[sweetenerobert]

toy story

8.1k | action figure!joel miller x male reader

summary: contemplating throwing out your favorite toy, he comes to life and makes your last night before you leave for college memorable

warnings: MDNI 18+, agalmatophilia, strong language, slight possessive joel, childhood friends to lovers (if you squint) no mention of age besides reader leaving for college, l-word drops, pet names (mostly doll and baby), spanking, dirty talking joel, no description of reader, but joel lifts you (1), oral (m!giving/m!receiving) rimming, spit as lube, unprotected p in a, creampie,

inspired by this post , also huge thanks to @strang3lov3 new tattoo for this fucking idea, i love you so much and thank you for letting me rant to you about this idea that been in my drafts for FUCKING MONTHS

thanks to @minispidey for beta, love you <333

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Moonlight piercing through the cotton curtains of your childhood bedroom, dust dancing through the luminescent shards from your window. Two boxes stacked on each other in the corner of your room, your closet’s life ripped away from the clothes once hung in the small confined space. 

Wiping the sweat that littered your forehead as you huffed a breath, you lay down on the small circular rug that riddled the floor, staring at the ceiling light. You were getting ready to leave for college, and packing up your life seemed more stressful than lifting weights off your shoulders. 

Constant choices about what to throw away or bring with you kept swimming in your brain, and overthinking two simple decisions kept making your head spin, mostly ending with you sitting silently thinking about your answer. This wasn’t one of those situations; you had just finished packing and felt like you deserved a break.

Alone in your childhood home while your parents had picked up late shifts and your siblings were out, the silence was deafening, but you preferred the quiet. It gave you time to process everything. Seeing the stars tapped onto your ceiling made you smirk as you glanced around your bare room.

Eyes catching an object underneath the bed, you turned your body to understand the object better. It was your old lumberjack action figure when you were a kid; it must’ve fallen off the shelf over your window. You don’t remember if it came with a name or you made it up, but you called him Joel. 

That name stuck with you until now, even when you were a kid, when you introduced Joel to your friends as they commented on it. Being a “weird name,” you didn’t care; you loved the name. 

Attempting to grab him from the bed, you realize that it would be easier to grab Joel from your bed. You were quickly climbing up on your bed and scrambling to the side, quickly sliding your hand down the crack of the wall and your bed. Tips of your fingers grazing the fake axe on the back of the action figure, biting your lip as your nail pulls the toy closer towards the wall, retracting your head a few feet up as you see it closer to the wall.

The action figure is in your grasp, sliding your knuckles up on the cold wall while your palm touches the cotton sheets wrapped around your mattress. The toy is now in your hand, and you notice how it’s looked the same after all the years. A couple of tiny patches of color are missing from his plastic hair, and his face and plastic beard stay the same. Joel’s clothes are dusty, balls of lint cover his pants and shirt, and his boots are dustier than anything. You quickly blow a puff of air, trying to clean him off the best you can.

“Hey, Joel. How ya been?’ 

Did I use to talk to this thing? Man, I was a weird kid. 

Joel was your therapist before you even knew what therapy was — telling him about how you finally could spell Wednesday without misspelling it, How you passed each spelling/vocabulary test, and how the boys at school were bullying you. Joel always listened to you; he was your toy, and he didn’t care as long as he was there to protect you – metaphorically.

Loving Joel was easy—he was your first crush—but trying to explain that to a toy was difficult. Bringing Joel with you to live in your college dorm seemed like a hard decision. Glancing at the tiny trash can next to your bed, you glance back at Joel and discard him in the trash bin. 

Wiping your hands on your pants, you looked at the bags and boxes that had cluttered the corner of your room and huffed a breath in annoyance as you decided it would be wise to have your life packed away downstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize how much you hated your fucking stairs. You were leaning on the top of the stairs – on the handrail, catching your breath. Your bedroom was in your field of view; you would’ve crawled into your room if your knees hadn’t creaked with each movement. 

One of the main things you wouldn’t miss about your house would be the stairs that killed you slowly with each trip up and down the wooden stairwell. 

Slowly getting up from the floor, your feet trudged towards your bedroom door. You were pushing the gateway of your bedroom, earning a creak from its hinges. Your eyes glanced down towards the dark chocolate wood floor with each step into your room. “Finally, I’m ready to lay down in my –” You started to pick your head up, glancing at the figure sitting on your night, playing with a pink eraser he must’ve found in the trash bin.

“– bed.”

"Doll, what's up with you throwin' me away?"

W-what? That one question kept flying around in your head. Not, who is this? Not, what is happening? Just a simple question: What kept spinning around your head?

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was sitting in front of you. It wasn’t a dream, not your imagination; it was real life. Your action figure — your lumberjack, Joel in the flesh? 

He looked real, too real. His hair's curls looked fluffy, and his skin's wrinkles looked defined. His clothes looked like he’d gotten them from a store, with wrinkles littering his shirt and jeans and his boots rubbing against the wood. Your childhood toy was in front of you, alive and in the flesh.

“Too stunned to speak, doll?” 

Shaking your head from the thoughts swimming around you, you look at the male before you. “What?”

“Got my answer. Can’t believe I rendered my doll speechless.”

Joel’s build shocked you as he stood up from his position; his shoulders were broad, his biceps bulging from his flannel – you knew he rolled his sleeves up. Vein’s threatening to burst from his arms and hands. Your former action figure who walked in front of you felt menacing, like his aura made you cower in fear, but instead of fear, it was astonishment. That something you wished for years ago finally came true.

“How is this possible? How are you real?” You quivered. 

“The better question better be, “Why would I throw out such a precious toy?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, doll, y’think I’m stupid or somethin’; I knew y’threw me out. Half m’foot was in the trash can when I started growing.” 

The answer was plain and simple: you didn’t want to bring him with you to college or leave him to give to someone else, so you thought just about getting rid of him would be. Clearly, Joel’s surprise appearance made things more complicated than they should. “I didn’t throw you out,” You quickly spat out. “You fell in there by accident.”

Joel’s tall figure stood tall in front of you, his once plastic hand – now turned flesh and genuine, his thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip. Your body was shuddering against his touch. “Y’know your body betrays you, sweetheart.”

“Just be honest; it doesn't hurt me, jus’ your pride.”

“J-Joel, listen —”

“Ah, now you know I exist; you were treating me like some hallucination,” Joel announced, backing up, sticking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. 

“You’re aware that this could very well be a hallucination,” You shrugged.

“Slap yourself, then.” 

“Huh?” 

“Slap. Yourself. In. The face. Then.” Joel enunciated. 

“N-No! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed. 

“Okay, fine, then. You’ll never know if this is a hallucination then.” 

Groaning, you quickly connected your palm against your cheek, the skin on your palm and face stink earning a wince that you suck from your teeth.”Happy, now?”

“Blessed. I’m pretty sure you have many questions, which aren’t important, because we need to figger out why you threw me out?”

“I told you, I didn’t–”

“Doll, I’m not stupid. I saw you put me in there, now don’t bullshit me.”

The skin on your palm and cheek had been itchy to the point you wanted to scratch your palm and face simultaneously, resulting in you rubbing your knuckles on your face. But you didn’t even want to answer Joel—your childhood toy. Hurting your friend's feelings was something you never wanted to do; imagine how Joel would feel knowing the boy who had played with him since he was a kid didn’t want to take him to college with him.

But it was something that you had to say, something that you would dread telling anyone you love.

Deciding to rip the band-aid faster than slow, you take a breath, look at Joel’s once painted-on brown eyes, and see a soul behind his real-like eyes. “I didn’t want to take you to college with me, and giving you away seemed way too hard even to think about. So I threw you away.”

Joel looked shocked by your confession. He thought he was ready to hear what you had to say, but Joel wasn’t; he was more perplexed than anything. Moving from where he stood before you, he stumbles on the mattress and sits down to collect his thoughts. Joel’s head hangs as you sit down next to him. It was reminiscent of when you were younger and would watch movies in your living room, having Joel sit next to you while you imagined him laughing or getting mad at a character like you were.

For once, the silence in the room was deafening, and you didn’t like it; you didn’t know what Joel would say, which terrified you.

“Joel? Are you okay?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah,” He snuffled. “Was just thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

“What was it?’

“Joel, when I’m older, I’m taking you everywhere with me, no matter what. You're going to be with me during college, and even when I get the big boy job like my daddy does, you’ll always be there.”

The action figure you played with your whole childhood quoted what you told him in those peak years of being a kid and had nothing to worry about.

“I said that, I'm guessing?”

Joel nods. “You were always a happy kid, no matter what happened, always smiling.” You chuckle at Joel’s statement. It made a smile appear as you remembered that he was always there with you. But, you had to face the fact that you weren't a kid anymore; those promises you made to a toy — a mere plaything- weren't something you thought about as a hormonal teenager. 

Shaking your head, you snap your head at Joel. “Joel, I was a kid back then. I didn't know that growing up would be so different than what I thought.”

“I- I can't be that same kid again. I wish I could trust me, I wish I could, but I can't.”

“It’s a shame,” Joel starts. “I would’ve loved t’see you grow up.”

“I mean, you technically did, right?”

Joel chuckles, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” 

The cicadas appeared to disrupt the silence in the room when you didn't know what to say to Joel. You hated breaking your best friend’s heart, but being honest was something Joel wanted other than being lied to. “Do you want a hug?” 

“I would love that,” Joel’s southern drawl appeared as you wrapped your arms around Joel, and his arms wrapped you around in a bear hug. 

Hugging Joel felt weird but right – a seemingly impossible wish you fulfilled. You begged to be able to hug Joel, have him hold you in his arms, and melt together, being safe in each other’s arms. “M’gonna miss ya when you’re gone,” Joel grumbles against your head. As you hugged Joel, questions began to swim in your mind as you squeezed his waist; it felt like you were hugging an actual human. The way his body resisted against the tight hold on him, his body felt warm against yours. 

“Okay, wait a second,” you announce, releasing yourself from Joel’s grip and standing before him.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asks, resting one hand on his knee and his forearm on the other knee. You watch at the skin around his wrist, and the watch starts to bend as if he were human.

Questions were floating in your head; you didn’t know where to start, but you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. “How did this happen? How are you walking like this?” 

“I’ve always done it, just done it when everyone isn’t home.”

Perplexity rode your face as Joel’s answer made you think about more questions you wanted to spit out. “So, you’ve always been able to walk around and be so human-like?”

“Yeppers.”

“So, you heard everything?”

Joel nods.

“Everything?” 

“If you’re referring to the times I’ve heard and seen you jerk off and get fucked in here, then yes, everything,” Joel mocked. 

Heat rose to your face. Joel had seen everything, the most vulnerable parts of your body. Things that you wouldn’t admit to if your family asked about it.  “Even when–” 

“Not when you were a kid, I’gave you your privacy. Scout’s honor.”

“But, you’re not a scout but a lumberjack.” 

Joel shrugs. “You’re point?”

“My point is–” You exhale a breath as a hand slides down your face. “If ya wonderin’ of anythin’ sex-related–” Joel interjected.

One question swam around your mind in that topic Joel mentioned. “Can you fuck?” You question, crossing your arms. Joel’s chuckle sent chills picking at your “tough-guy” demeanor. That nervous feeling rose, making you worried about his answer. “If I tell you the truth, will you mind?”

Reflexically shaking your head, you waited for Joel’s answer. “Yes, doll. I can.” Without thinking, you asked Joel. “How?” Joel answered by pointing at you. “You’ve done some pretty interesting things, doll.” 

Moving your head as you eye roll at the “man” before you. “I’m scared to ask, but–”

“You’re interested if I had fucked anythin’?” 

“Honestly? Yeah.” You don’t know how to feel about Joel’s confession. On the one hand, you were intrigued by what Joel had done; on the other hand, it made you feel like you were stepping into a zone you weren’t comfortable with entering. “Wow, my old toy, fucking other toys? I’m guessing.” 

Joel chuckles. “Y’know your sister’s Barbie doll? Fucked her, Ken watched.”

A grimace appeared on your face as Joel's sudden statement made you feel like the cold rushed in from your bedroom. “Wow,” you started. “Wait, Barbie and Ken can become real, like you?” Joel nodded at your answer.

“Huh, well. You learn something new every day.” 

“Blame yourself, doll. I learned everything from you.”

Confusion rode your face, trying to act innocent like you had no reason behind Joel’s actions. “What do you mean?” You shrug.

Joel stands up, his hands draped by the stitched pockets of his jeans, his boots slowly connecting with the hardwood floors, causing you to walk backward at your leisurely pace. You and Joel were working in tandem—with each step he took, you took a step back. You felt slightly intimidated. In the back of your head, you never thought you would feel unnerved by a toy—a toy you never would’ve expected to come to life. 

That rush of cold flew through your back when you connected with the side of your closet, bringing your hands to the wall; that cold sensation connected with your hand. Joel’s looming figure had been present before you, his hand outstretched beside your head. Joel slowly moves his head toward your head; you feel his warm breath against you, causing your spine to chill — mentally blaming the wall. 

“C’mon, doll. You know exactly what I mean.” Joel’s voice made your breath hitch as you felt his mustache tickle against your neck. “I know what you want, your likes, know what you like to be called,” You feel Joel’s realistic fingers on your chin as he picks your head up to look into his eyes; you watch as he backs up from your ear. 

His soft but calloused hand was on your chin, slowly dragging his hand against the fabric of your shirt as you watched the wrinkles in your shirt flatten under the path his hand was sliding down your torso. You watched as the wrinkles disappeared, only to reaper after Joel’s hand moved from its position. Joel’s hand was slow but not too slow, like a snail’s pace, slow to the point where you felt each goosebump underneath his hand — under your shirt.

Joel’s hand had stopped on your waist, while his other hand was above your head as he leaned closer to your eyes. Bracing for the impact of Joel’s lips on yours, you close your eyes. 

The feeling of plump, soft lips against yours sent shivers traveling down your spine as you felt the grip on your waist was getting tighter — rougher. Your hands travel from the wall into Joel’s soft curls. You wanted Joel in the moment; you craved him — yearned for him. Memories of you dreaming of kissing Joel had finally come true; you didn't expect the kiss to feel so passionate, an end-of-the-world kiss — one that stopped the world from spinning.

The feeling of silk had flown through your fingers as you contorted your hands with Joel’s hair. Joel’s hands slid from your waist onto your ass — squeezing lightly, you gasped against his lips. 

Your heart skipping a beat seemed impossible, but Joel’s kisses begged to differ. Your hands slipped from Joel’s hair onto his face, and you felt his defined jawline and patchy beard; you felt soft but coarse underneath your palms, which was something you couldn’t imagine. Reminiscent of when your fingertips would travel against the painted beard, always wondering what it looked/felt like, at this moment, you can. 

Joel’s big hands leave an imprint on your ass; slowly, his hands start sliding down toward your inner thigh, bending his back closer to you so the connection of your lips doesn't break. “Jump,” Joel grumbles against your lips. You push your feet off the ground as Joel’s strength lifts you, chuckling against his lips, wrapping your legs around Joel’s waist; you feel his hands under your thighs, gripping into you with passion; you think his nails may leave crescent moons into your skin. 

Cold drywall leaves your back as Joel slowly turns you both around so your bed can face your back. With each step, your and Joel’s noses keep bumping into each other as your faces keep moving side to side from your passionate kiss. Joel’s mouth leaves yours as his lips trail down your jawline, lightly sucking. Your hands return to Joel's hair as his lips end on your neck.  

Lips on your neck, sucking, biting, Joel marking you with his lips, your moans kept escaping your lips as your fingers flowed through Joel’s hair like water. “Y’like that, baby?” Joel growled. You hiss through your teeth before answering. “Fuck, yes. I love it, Joel.”

Quickly turning his body, Joel sits on the edge of your bed. Your knees indent your mattress as you feel sitting down. His lips return to yours as Joel wraps his arms against the midsection of your back, melting your bodies together. Your hands make their way from Joel’s head onto his broad shoulders. Thinking the flannel was warming his skin, you wanted to get rid of it. 

Backing slightly away, you slip your hands down his hardened chest; you start to fumble with the first button. Quickly unbuttoning the first one, you were on your way to the next one; Joel took notice of your hands and broke the kiss to look at what you were doing. “What are ya doing, doll?”

“Trying to get this flannel off you,” You grumble, popping the second button off. 

“Lemme help.” 

Joel moves his arms from your waist onto his flannel, smiling at you as you watch him pop the buttons out the loops. You watch as your childhood crush takes off his flannel and throws it over your shoulder, chest hair littering his chest. You slowly bring your hand onto his chest—above where his heart should be — but you don't feel a bump vibrate against your hand. You remember that Joel isn't human, which somewhat shatters your heart. 

Joel notices your saddened eyes; he places his hand over yours and looks deep into your eyes, his brown eyes piercing into your soul. “J’so ya know, I may not have a heart, but my love f’you is more important than anything else in this goddamn world. You're one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

“I don't want to live in a world where I don't see your smile every day; it's a reminder t’myself that no matter what, my love for you is the most real thing for me.”

You smirk at Joel’s confession, quickly smashing your lips against his. The tears brimming your tear ducts, trickling down from your eyes, wiping your eyes as you back up and look at Joel. “You are such a softie, you know that?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Joel quickly pushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your midsection and moving your arms around his neck. 

Feeling Joel’s smile against your lips, you're quickly surprised when you feel Joel stand up and, in one motion, spin you both around so your back is on your mattress. You can’t help but smile gleefully as he backs up from you — sliding your shirt up and planting kisses trailing from your chest to your navel. His thick fingers grab the waistband of your pants as he slides them down. “Lift your hips, doll.” You do as Joel commands; he slides your pants off your thighs and throws them in the corner where your hamper used to reside, leaving your underwear on, your cock hard and covered by your underwear. 

“Look a’that, y’hard f’me already, doll?” You chuckle at Joel; you gasp as you feel his lips press the tip of your hard-covered cock. With each kiss brought against the tip and the shaft of your cock, it feels like heaven to you, bringing you absolute bliss against your skin. You get your foot against Joel’s shoulder as your other one hangs off the edge of the bed, arching your back in pleasure as Joel’s mouth moves down your thigh. 

Joel looks up at you and smiles as he kisses your leg. Noticing the wet spot appears on your underwear. Pre-cum slowly escaping the slit of your cock. “Let’s get these underwear off you.” You didn't need Joel to tell you to lift your hips reflectively. You lifted your pelvis, and he slid the underwear off you. Your hard throbbing cock slaps against your navel, a line of pre-cum connects with your stomach. “God, you’re s’fuckin’ perfect, baby.” 

Standing up from his position, he softly presses his lips against yours, bringing his hand into the bend of your knee, his other hand holding the side of your face. Joel’s tongue licked your bottom lip, awaiting your mouth to open. Slightly parting your lips, Joel slips his tongue into your mouth, causing you to smile at Joel’s eagerness. 

“How do you feel?” Joel questions against your lips.

“Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You answer, bearing your teeth. “How about I make you feel even fuckin’ better.” Joel’s question came out as a statement, causing you to question his meaning. Without warning, Joel backs up from your face and laps his tongue on the shaft of your cock, making a moan escape from your mouth, sliding his tongue slowly up the head of your cock, moans escaping your mouth. “F-fuck, Joel,” You breathe. 

“Y’like that, baby?” 

You breathe out an answer as Joel starts playing the slit of your cock with his tongue. “Yes.” 

“Makin’ sure that you deserve somethin’. You’re too precious to be mistreated.”

Joel must've heard all the times you would complain to your best friend about how one guy seemed great but lacked something when it came to sex. Joel was showing what you’ve been craving for a guy to reciprocate when you pleasured them, but he wasn't expecting anything back; he was just glad to pleasure his boy first. 

Wrapping his mouth slowly around the tip of your cock, Joel slowly goes down the shaft of your length, causing you to moan and white knuckle your sheets as you throw your head back — arching your back and snapping your eyes shut in pleasure. 

His pace was slow but patient. Joel wanted to make you feel something you rarely experienced — over the moon. Wrapping his hands around the shaft of your cock, his fingers would let go for a moment before wrapping.

Dragging your fingers into Joel’s curls, you slowly push his head down, hoping he could speed up. “Fuck, Joel. Can you go faster, please?”

“I can do ya one better, doll.”

As Joel’s mouth felt warm around your cock, he started to go faster as you gasped in pleasure; you felt Joel’s hand slide from your thigh as he slowly began to tease your hole. The skin of your taint felt sensitive with each stroke of Joel’s finger teasing you; each swipe, each light prodding made your body shiver in anticipation. Your cock has never been in overdrive as much as this — Joel was slowly rising you towards your peak. Your cock twitches in Joel’s mouth showing the throbbing pain that was threatening to shoot out. 

Slowly and agonizing, Joel slides his mouth off your cock, swallowing his spit; Joel wipes the reminder off his lips with the back of his hand, glances at you, and chuckles as Joel strokes your cock. “Y’close, doll?”

“Yes,” You whimper. “So fuckin’ close. It hurts so much. Can I cum yet, Joel?”

A chuckle left his throat, a sly smirk appearing on his face as he stared at you. Joel stops pumping your cock — landing on your stomach, precum leaking from the slit. “Not yet, doll. We haven't had our fun yet.”

Lifting your legs, Joel slides his head down deeper in between your thighs. He laps his tongue against your aching hole; a shaky moan escapes your lips as you hold your legs up so Joel can get better access to your hole. His hands are planted on your inner thighs as he keeps his tongue against your taint. 

Joel’s tongue felt like magic against you, showing you things you’ve never felt before — things you’ve only imagined happening. His tongue sliding up and down, in and out of your hole, made you want to cum by how much Joel was treating you. 

His plump lips planting kisses against your taint made your toes curl — the bones could pop out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs, your moans escaping from you with each movement of Joel’s lips and tongue was giving you pleasure. 

That sensation of something feeling pushed inside you came rushing in as you let go of one of your thighs, gripped the sheets below you, and threatened to rip them up. You look down at Joel, looking up at you with a smirk on his face; you notice what is being pushed inside you; Joel’s thick middle finger has taken a turn to please you. 

“Y’like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Mhmm,” You whimper, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, and biting your lip. 

“I told ya, I know what you like, basically what you’ve been yearnin’ for.” 

“But, you gotta let me know if it’s too much for you, baby. I can't read minds yet.”

“It’s it too much?” Joel questioned.

You shake your head to deny Joel’s question. “It’s just right, it’s so fuckin’ right,” You grit your teeth. 

Sliding another finger in, Joel’s pace had gone faster. You knew Joel was trying to test your limit; you never knew your limit; you were glad to try to figure it out with someone you trusted. 

“Look at that; your hole wraps around m’fingers; it keeps sucking me in no matter how hard I try to pull out.”

Sudden movements from your hips as you kept raising your hips and bringing them back down. Gritting your teeth, tiny whimpers left through your teeth. Pleasure flowed through your entire body — a new goal you never knew you could reach.

Joel would never admit this, but him being the reason whimpers were leaving your mouth, you squirming because of his fingers and mouth, he was fucking over the moon to be the first person ever to make you feel this way. 

“J-Joel?” You breathed.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I please suck your cock?” 

Joel was conflicted by your question; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, he wasn’t expecting anything in return, but he wanted to know what that perfect mouth of yours felt around his cock. 

Slipping his fingers outside your hole, aching for more, Joel smirks at you and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes, you can, doll.” As you sit up, you notice the length that resided in his jeans; your eyes almost pop from their sockets from what you have just seen. You’d never seen anything that big in porn, yes, but never in real life. 

Noticing your astonishment, Joel looked at his jeans and then back up at you. “Is this size good enough, sweetheart?” You nod your head. Sliding your back against the mattress, you slid so your knees hit the wood below you. Watching the eagerness flood Joel’s eyes made you feel that excitement swimming in your stomach. The button of his jeans popped above you, and hearing the zipper going down, you watched as Joel’s cock popped out from its restraints.

Joel’s throbbing cock bounced in front of you, precum leaking from the slit of Joel’s cock. In your eyes, Joel’s cock looked more realistic than plastic. You wouldn’t lie; you were a curious kid; you had removed Joel’s clothes before and only noticed a blob on where his dick was now. The veins traveled up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the mushroom tip of his cock. The happy trail from Joel’s tummy showed up his pubic hair that rested above the shaft of his cock. Your mouth went dry in anticipation. It was the first you had seen a dick this big and thick before and so close to your face. 

“You alright, doll?”

Shooting your eyes up at Joel, you can tell a bit of worry on his face. “Yeah, I-I’m fine. Just never seen a dick this big before,” You admitted. Bending down so his face is in front of you, softly placing his hand against your cheek in reassurance. “We can take it slow if you want to.” You nodded at Joel’s words as he planted his lips against your forehead and stood straight. Dragging Joel’s jeans down as your knuckles brushed up against the hair on Joel’s thighs, gravity stopping Joel’s jeans when they stop at his ankles, your hand wraps the shaft of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around the tip of Joel’s cock, and you hear him exhale in pleasure. 

Slowly pushing your head down the shaft of Joel’s cock, lips wrapped tight, you feel the veins trace the skin of your lips as the head of Joel’s cock press into the back of your throat. A groan of pleasure escapes Joel’s lips as you back your head up. You push your head forward and back leisurely, and you can tell the pace makes Joel go crazy. His member in your mouth kept throbbing against the roof of your mouth. Suddenly, your pace went a little faster; you looked up and noticed Joel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands were in tight fists, his knuckles threatening to pop out from his hand. The taste of salt fell upon your tongue as you backed your head up from Joel’s cock. A line of spit mixed with precum connecting from your mouth to the tip of Joel’s cock was made apparent, eventually dropping onto the ground below you as you wrapped your hand around Joel’s cock and started pumping his shaft.

The moans escaping Joel’s lips were music to your ears as your moans were to Joel. “Fuck, baby. Y’so good at that. Those boys are so fuckin’ stupid.” His southern drawl causes summersaults in your stomach. Sliding your mouth back onto Joel’s cock, a deep moan escapes his lips as your lips were at a quick pace, your hands planted on Joel’s thighs, the hair on his thighs pressed up against your hand as the tip of Joel’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat.

Moans, grunts, whines, and whimpers were all escaping from Joel’s lips, his hands holding onto your head as his hips humped into your head, his cock pressing deeper – causing you to gag a couple of times. Your nose kept poking into where Joel’s pubic hair rested; the scent was intoxicating, causing your cock to leak with precum below you. 

Suddenly, Joel held your head – your throat grasping around his cock, causing you to gag more. Slobber escaping your mouth as with each inhale through your nose – resting on Joel’s hairy patch made it impossible to exhale without gagging. Your palms were getting sweaty against Joel’s meaty thighs, the hair on his legs feeling nonexistent against your slippery hands.

His hands slide your head back, and lines of spit connect from his cock to your top and bottom lips. Deep inhales and exhales leave your body as you watch Joel slightly shudder. His cock glistened in your spit, throbbing. Sweat littered Joel’s hairy chest and forehead; you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat from your excessive breathing. Your forehead felt heavy with sweat as you looked up at Joel; he slid his hand up his forehead, pushing the curls that had stuck to his forehead. “Fuck, sorry, baby. Y’mouth is so fuckin’ addictin’.” 

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet, Joel,” You spoke, disregarding his apology. Quickly eager to show Joel what you meant, you pick up his cock and slide your tongue on the underside of Joel’s shaft. Lapping your tongue against his veins, you could hear Joel praise you from above. “So fuckin’ perfect, who wouldn’t want to treat you right?”

Bringing your tongue slowly down to make Joel squirm, you feel his body Joel a little bit as you are still holding his cock in your hand; you place your mouth around his ball sack and lightly suck on one of them. “OH, FUCK!” Joel groaned. Joel’s body felt like jelly – incapable of holding himself up; Joel hadn’t felt this level of pleasure before, from anything he’s ever fucked before. “You like that, baby?” You asked. “Yes,” Joel gritted his teeth. “God, I love it s’much.” Backing your mouth up, you stroke Joel’s cock and watch Joel hold his head back and moans escaping his lips. Bending down, Joel places his hands between the fold of your armpits and picks you up from your knees. 

Planting his lips against yours, the kiss you shared between the two of you felt hungry, Lips mashing against each other, teeth clashing against each other. Joel’s arms holding you tightly against his torso. Joel was fucking starving for you as his lips were latching against your cheeks, jawline, against the skin of your neck. That feeling of Joel’s teeth against your neck made you know Joel was marking you as his. Your nails drag against Joel’s soft curls as you enjoy Joel’s mouth, bringing his head up back against your lips. Sweat from Joel’s chest was seeping through your shirt. You wanted to take it off to feel Joel’s skin against yours. Backing your head away from Joel’s, his head following suit as he watches you attempt to take your shirt off.

Holding the hem of your shirt, Joel helps you slide your shirt off your head, wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck, him wrapping his arms against your lower back. The warmth of each other’s bodies radiated against each other. Your cocks rubbed against each other; the warmth you both shared was hot enough to blow the roof off your bedroom. This experience felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. 

Backing his head away from your lips, you notice a look of dominance in Joel’s eyes, which darken as he opens his mouth to speak. “Get on that bed, so I can fuck you the way you, a good boy like you should be fucked.”

“But, what if I’ve been a bad boy?” You tease. 

Leaning his head toward your ear. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”

“Get on that fuckin’ bed,” Joel commanded. You listened to Joel, letting your arms go from around his neck, your knees bent on the bed, as you pushed yourself to land your head where your pillow rested, your back collided with the soft cloud-like material. You watched Joel climb on the bed, stopping as he was positioned right between your legs. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

Compiling to what Joel commanded, your ankle rested on Joel’s broad shoulder. A line of spit leaves Joel’s mouth and connects to the tip of his cock, rubbing the spit to lube up his cock. Slowly leaning over you, one next to your head, fingers spread apart. Joel moves his hand from the tip to his shaft as he starts to tease you – making you shudder in anticipation. 

Moving his cock to poke your hole makes you yearn for him every slight push into you. Hisses escaped your gritted teeth as you craved to feel good. “Joel, can you please fuck me?”

“Nuh uh, bad boys don’t get to beg,” Joel grinned.

Joel had let go of his length and placed his other hand next to the other side of your head. His hips were grinding into you, making you gasp and make your spine chill. Joel’s cock kept rubbing up against your sensitive tip, making you physically shudder and making your cock feel like it was about to burst. “I can tell how much you love this. M’cock grinding up against yours before I get you pregnant.” Your breath hitched as Joel’s voice made you want him more – you’ve never wanted anyone this bad before. 

“Joel, please. I need you.”

“How bad do you need me, sweetheart?” Joel growled into your ear. 

“So fuckin’ much, it's unbearable.”

“Well then, are you going to be my good boy?’

Nodding your head, you shut your eyes and licked your lips in anticipation. You notice that your ankle comes off Joel’s shoulder and collides with the mattress. You feel his lips press against yours briefly as you open your eyes and see Joel’s brown orbs looking into yours before he opens his mouth to speak. “Well, I can’t keep my good boy waitin’.” Looking in between your bodies, Joel adjusts his cock; you feel it press into you for a split second. He looks back up to you, “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I am,” You answer. 

Joel slowly pushes in, and you feel the tip agonizingly stretch you out. Your moans rattle the walls next to you both. “Does it hurt, baby?” You shake your head, denying Joel’s question. His shaft is halfway in before he pulls out fast. You gasp before breathing heavily. “Damn, baby. Y’so fuckin’ tight,” Joel commented. Once again, Joel slides his cock into you, making your moans more intense than before. Halfway in, Joel rocks his hips back and forth slowly into you. Your eyes snapped shut intensely, straining your eyelids. The pain was starting to feel good, too good.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Opening your eyes, you notice the concern in Joel’s eyes. He looked so sweet, caring, and compassionate; you’ve always seen him like that growing up. “Yes, Joel. It’s okay,” You smile. Leaning down to kiss you, Joel’s hips still rocking into your hole, moans exiting your mouth and entering Joel’s. Feeling Joel slowly stretch you out felt indescribable; it felt good, but you did want Joel to go faster. “Joel,” You moan against Joel’s mouth. “Yes, baby?” 

Joel backs up to hear you properly. Before you could get a word out to Joel, one push further in, and you feel the base of Joel’s cock clap into you, which echoes throughout the room. Joel realizes what this means; a sly grin appears on Joel’s lips. “Hold that thought, doll,” Joel commanded.

His pace was faster and rougher. Claps rang throughout the room with each thrust, like an audience applauding at the end of a play. Your hands gripped the sheets or ran your hand down Joel’s back while Joel had his hand on the headboard. It felt like Joel had read your mind at that moment, knowing that you wanted more and that he would give it to you. “I can tell y’wanted this before you even said it, baby. Could hear ya screamin’ at me to fuck you harder.’

“Y’wanted this, didn’t ya?” Joel grunted. 

“God, yes, Joel. I’ve wanted something like this for so long, begging for it. This feels fucking amazing.”

“I’can say the same about this boy pussy of yours, grippin’ onto me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go, and I don’t think I want it to.” You bring your hands up to Joel’s back and dig your nails into his sleek skin; an exhale leaves Joel’s mouth as the pain settles in, but it subsides. 

“Mark me, baby. Make me yours.” 

Your nails drag down Joel’s back until you reach the small of Joel’s back. Joel bows his head, grabs your chin, and smashes his lips against yours, but his thrusts stop. You don’t feel anything warm inside you, so you know he didn’t cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Joel lifts you for a second so you can get up from the sheets below you. Noticing Joel starts to lay himself down, you quickly move your hands on the mattress to keep yourself from crashing into Joel. You still feel Joel’s cock inside you as his hips start to lift up and down. 

That time when you complained about only being in one position with a guy, Joel did hear you and was giving you something you wanted. 

“Sorry for the sudden stop, wanted to fuck you more.”

Backing your head up, you watched as Joel bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his arms tight around your lower back. Your nails dug into the soft material under your sweaty palms; you could feel the fibers begin to tear a bit. “You like this, don’t ya, baby? Being fucked like the sluts I’ve seen you watch on your phone.”

“Craving to be them, wanting someone to fuck you till you can’t feel your legs no more, huh?”

“Yes.” You whined. 

“Wantin’ someone as strong and big as those guys you watch to be able to fill your sweet, tight, boy pussy with hot cum.”

Nodding your head. “Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m here. I’m gonna satisfy your needs, your aches, your cravings for you to be filled with cum. If anyone else tries. I’ll gladly show them who can treat you better and fuck you in front of them, understood, baby.”

“Mhmm.” 

Joel’s hand connects with your ass, a hard smack against it; a cry leaves your mouth. “I need a fuckin’ yes, boy.”

“Yes, Joel, yes.” You whined.

You felt something move from inside you. You see, Joel looks to wear your cock, but he’s looking in between you both. “You feel my cock twitchin’ inside you, doll? You want me to cum inside you?”  “Yes,” You quickly answer and nod. “You’re leakin’ all over my stomach, baby; you wanna cum too?” 

You whimper out an answer. “Then, I better give my boy what he wants.”

Joel slides his cock out of you and lays you on your stomach as he comes up from behind you and slowly teases you. You feel his cock glide between the bends of your ass cheeks, feelings his balls press into them. “Damn, your ass is achin’ f’me right now. I will give you what you deserve, boy.” 

That feeling of being stretched out came back as you rested your forehead on the bed. Joel’s hands dug into your skin; each push of his length made your moans push out of you more. It was like your body was in heat — Joel’s heat. He was an animal in heat when it came to you. Nodding your head, you felt Joel’s hand on your throat and his lips against your ear — his mustache tickling it. “I’m so –thrust–  close to – cummin’ inside this tight ass of yours, baby. Do you want my cum to swim inside you?”

“Yes, Joel. I fuckin’ do.” 

“Then let me give you what you deserve.” Backing his head up, Joel dug into your skin like he was kneading dough; his thrusts were rough, almost splitting you in half. You could feel his cock throb inside you as you felt your shaft pulsating. You knew you were about to cum. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby. I don’t wanna stop after I cum in you.” “Joel, I’m so close. Keep going.”

“Fuck,” Joel growled. “I love it when you beg like that.”

His pace was going faster, and it felt the tip of your cock felt like it was going to explode with your cum. “Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna cum.” 

“Fuck, baby. Me too.’

“Here it comes,” Joel gritted his teeth. 

With one final push, you feel your cum shoot out onto the sheets below you, and you also feel Joel’s cum swim inside you. Light breaths are escaping both of you as you feel Joel slide his cock out of you; a squelching sound is heard as Joel’s cock finally dislodges from your hole. A sigh of relief exits Joel’s mouth as he connects his back to the bed. Turning your neck, you see Joel — soft cock against his stomach as you see his chest dip and rise from the breaths he’s taking.

Picking yourself up from your position, you lay down next to Joel, your head resting on his sweaty, hairy chest. Joel’s arm wraps around you as he pulls you closer to him. 

“So, was that everything you’ve ever wanted?” Joel questioned. 

Nodding your head against his chest. “Yeah, and better than what I could imagine.”

Joel chuckles at your statement, and you join him. Once the laughter dies down, a realization hits him like a bag of bricks. “Y’know, for a moment, I forgot that you’re running off to college without me. Followin’ those dreams and gettin’ your degree.”

“Joel,” You start.

“Havin’ a life, a career, findin’ someone who will love you as much as I do.”

“Joel,” You repeat. 

“Havin’ kids of your own, playin’ with their own action figures or dolls, and I’ll be at the bottom of some —”

“JOEL.” 

Joel jumped at your sudden outburst; he was looking at you instead of the ceiling. He saw you staring at him; he felt frightened but safe simultaneously. You suddenly straddle his lap, his hands on your waist, molding his hands onto you. “You’re coming with me to college.” 

“W-what?” Joel smiled. “When did you come to that decision?” 

“When you gave the most beautiful profession of love when I was on your lap, it made me realize something.” Joel awaited your realization, but he couldn’t lie; you sitting naked on his lap like that, faces inches away from each other, he was starting to get horny again. “I know you can never be real, but that’s okay; it sucks that we won’t grow old together, but you’ll always be there for me, and if I do meet someone, you’ll always be the first person I’ve ever loved, Joel.”

A smile appeared on Joel’s face; you couldn’t tell if sweat or a tear was falling from Joel’s eye when he quickly rolled you on your back and was inches away from you. His smell was intoxicating; the sweat mixed with lust made your cock twitch like crazy. “You’re such a softie, y’know that?” Joel quoted. 

“Only for you, sweetheart,” You quoted. 

“Now, how do you feel about one more round?” Joel questioned. 

“Well, everyone will be out for a while.”

“Should I take my time?”

“Joel, fuckin’ show me a good time.” 

“Okay, my good boy, lemme show you a good time,” Joel states, kissing your lips. Feeling the love from Joel’s kisses, you realize you didn’t need anyone to love you as much as Joel did, and you were fine with that. You didn’t care that he wasn’t real; he felt he was real to you, and that’s all you need.

[natalievoncatte]

The palm-print panel was cool under Lena’s touch. She pressed her hand to the rectangular plate next to her front door and waited for the brief moment it needed to scan her skin. The door unlocked with a meaty thump and she pushed it open with her other hand, absently checking her phone as she stepped inside. As the system scanned her biometrics, it detected stress and dimmed the lights, automatically turned on the television to an abstract screen saver with cool tones, and began to play an arrangement for a violins to soothe her nerves.

She kicked off her heels and walked barefoot into the kitchen, where she skipped the countertop wine cellar and pulled out the half-empty box of Trader Joe’s vintage that she’d taken a liking to thanks to Kara. She pours herself half a tumbler full as a silent fuck you to her mother and took a swig, then walked out into her living room to sit down in the gloom for a few minutes and think.

Supergirl was sitting on her couch, head flopped back over the back so that her hair fanned out across the white leather. She sat splayed with her knees apart and legs out, arms resting on her thighs. Lena wasn’t sure if she was awake.

As she drew closer, she caught a small gasp. Supergirl had a black eye, and there were scrapes on her cheeks and the backs of her hands, the blood barely crusted. Both her hands and her face were bruised and she had a tiny split in her lip.

Lena placed the wine on the table, nerves jangling when the bottom rattled against the pale marble from the shaking of her hand. Her heart raced as she drew closer. Supergirl had taken off her cape and draped it over the couch. It was none the worse for wear but was covered in scorch marks.

Suoergirl’s broad chest heaved once and she let out a long, pained sigh.

“Hi.”

“Hello, Supergirl.”

She let out a little laugh, wincing. “Do we need be so formal?”

“I don’t have anything else to call you,” Lena said, coolly. “Mind if I ask why you’re in my apartment?”

“You don’t lock the balcony doors. You should.”

Lena sighed and folded her arms. “I said why, not how.”

Supergirl didn’t look at her.

“I just got the snot beaten out of me. Everything hurts.”

“I didn’t think that was possible.”

How was it possible? Curiosity tugged at her, but concern shot through it, making her fidget with her hands. Lena hated fidgeting. It made her look weak, and she could still remember the pain when Lillian cracked the ruler across her knuckles to break the habit.

“Can I have some wine?”

Lena swallowed hard.

“Sure,” she said.

She went to the kitchen and poured. When she returned to the living room, Supergirl was sitting up, hunched forward and leaning on he knees. Lena started a little at the sight. Sitting that way displayed the wide, muscular set of her shoulders and arms, especially her meaty biceps. Her back was a rare sight -she wore a cape, after all- and just as exquisitely muscled.

She was looking at her hands, at the damage to her muscles. Lena offered the glass and she took it. Her fingers were warm when they brushed against Lena’s, strangely soft.

Supergirl took a long pull of wine and smacked her lips, then winced.

“It’s times like this I wish I could get drunk.”

“You can’t?”

“Not on wine and not for very long.”

“Interesting.”

“So I have a problem,” Supergirl said. She was still looking at her hands.

“And that is?”

“I have to call off work tomorrow. These will heal, and I’ll look exactly the same. I don’t get scars anymore. But they’ll be visible for a day or so.”

“I see.”

“But I have to get brunch with someone, and they’ll be able to tell. Concealer won’t do much for this.” She touched her eye, wincing.

“Wait here,” said Lena.

She came back a moment later with some wash clothes soaked in cold water on a tray. Hands still shaking a little as she placed it on the table. Tenderly, she took one of the washcloths and dabbed the back of Supergirl’s hands, cleaning away the grime and dried blood from the abrasions.

Supergirl sighed. “That feels good. Thank you.”

“May I?” said Lena.

Supergirl hesitated, doubt flashing deep within the endless depths of her blue eyes, but she turned to Lena and tilted up her chin. With shaking fingers, Lena cupped Supergirl’s face gently and used a fresh cloth to clean and cool the cut on her lip. Supergirl closed her eyes and sighed.

Lena’s eyes wandered up, to the small mark above her eye.

“You don’t scar. Did you get that on Krypton?”

“Yes. I slipped and fell when I was a little girl. You should have seen me. I bled all over.”

“Must be nice, not getting hurt anymore. Not feeling pain.”

“I still feel it.”

Lena paused.

“I feel every bullet and blow and bomb blast just like anyone would,” said Supergirl. Just because it doesn’t harm me doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt me.”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” said Supergirl.

She opened her eyes -eye- and looked at Lena reverently, one pretty blue eye glittering while the other remained bruised shut. She smiled a lopsided, honest smile, looked at Lena in a dreamy, almost adoring way that-

Wait.

“Oh my God,” Lena breathed.

“Hi,” said Kara.

“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Lena whispered. “Oh my God, what happened, how did this happen to you? You’re hurt!”

“I had a tough time with a very determined alien and had to worry about civilians,” said Kara. “It happens.”

Lena’s pulse raced and her breath quickened. Her gaze darted, searching and noticing every detail. She was so beautiful, and she was so Kara.

“Why now?” said Lena. “Why this time?”

“I don’t know.”

Lena bit her lip, and the tiny gesture had a noticeable impact on Kara. Her eyes widened and her gaze fell to Lena’s bottom lip, then flicked back up.

“So your brunch,” said Lena. “That was with me.”

“Yeah. I thought about cancelling but I can’t. I needed to see you now.”

Lena shifted closer on the couch, until they were hip to hip.

“Why?”

“Because I just got punched in the head by an alien with big stupid bone spurs coming out of his fist and I need to see you. I won, by the way. It was really cool. I ripped a fire hydrant out of the ground and hit him with it.”

Lena looked her up and down. Her jaw began to quiver.

“Oh God. Is it worse than it looks? Are you hurt worse than you look, Kara? Are you…”

Kara shook her head, then winced. “No. Not that bad, promise. I just…” she sighed. “I’m tired of going to lay on a sunbed and going back to my empty apartment and spend a sick day napping on the couch.”

Lena let out a slow breath. “So you came to see me.”

“Yuuup,” Kara said, slowly.

Lena shifted awkwardly in her seat. Kara slowly reached over with her now clean hand and curled her fingers around Lena’s chin.

“Lena?” she whispered. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara turned and leaned into her, pressing the slightest, lightest kiss to Lena’s lips, not a quick peck but something slow and soft, warm and inviting.

“Ow,” Kara muttered.

“Kara,” Lena whispered.

“I have any idea. Since I can’t make brunch… how about breakfast?”

Lena leaned against her, gently draping her arms around her as they fell back into the soft cushions together.

“Okay.”

[cursingtoji]

could you do sukuna and 27 for the clichés event? 👉👈

❛ 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❜ ┊ no one touches Sukuna's favorite

plus "Stay" ⊱ king of curses!Sukuna x fem maid!reader, blood, violence, reader is hurt, wc. 1k, The Clichés ™;

Sukuna wasn’t known for being gentle, he was mean and arrogant, sometimes serving him was not easy either, if anything was the hardest job someone can have, serving the king of curses.

Yet, against all odds, he took a liking on you, just another server.

He longed for the touch of your soft hands on his body when you applied herbs on his wounds, or when you dressed him. After a while he assigned you as the only one that didn't need permission to get in his chambers for your daily tasks.

That night you were just finishing setting his futons, as you did every night. Sukuna knew your schedule, the initial idea of a schedule was for him not having to find anyone inside his private room, but since he knew it was going to be you he even went in earlier to catch you there.

And there you were, you back turned to the door, and when you heard him coming in you bowed respectfully and kept your head low.

Sukuna didn't realize at first due to the hair covering your face, but once he noticed a strange shadow on your face he took one long step, grabbed your jaw firmly but not roughly, and brought your black eye and bruised face to the moonlight.

“Who did this to you?” he inspected it. Often having a whole bunch of bruises himself, he knew that should be fresh, like it happened earlier that day or last night.

"L-Lord Sukuna, do not worry about this" you smiled and attempted to turn your head away from him but he didn't let you, not when such a beautiful face has been broken like that, to the point there was a tiny red spot in the white of your eye, indicating a broken blood vessel.

"I asked you a question" he pressed.

"There was an accident and—"

"Give me a name, woman" he was fuming, and as your lord you knew there was no escape. Sukuna always gets what he wants.

"The c-chief of the maids" you murmured.

Sukuna didn't let go of your face immediately, he studied the fear in your eyes, having a weird gut feeling on seeing you like that. He brushed your hair away from your face and struggled slightly to let go of you.

Once he did, you found yourself trembling in the middle of the room, not sure if you should follow your lord or finish setting the bed so you wouldn't be punished again.

You opted for the latter, not sure what Sukuna's reaction would be if you interrupted his business, but after you did what you had to do you could only report back to your master.

The hallways of the Ryomen residence were quiet and dark, as you got closer to the single lighted up room a strong scent of iron filled the air. You pushed the door and the first thing you saw was the stain of a bloodied palm that had been dragged on the wall. Maybe you got a bit insensitive over the years of working for Sukuna but the first thing you thought was how troublesome it would be to clean that up. Your eyes were unable to find the body that did that — even though you had an idea — due to Sukuna's bloodied torso showing up in front of you, massive shoulders that didn't need to be too close to block your entire view.

"Lord Sukuna, are you hurt?" you placed your hands on his hot skin looking for any wounds.

"It offends me that you think an employee could hurt me" he gently turned you around leading you to his bathing room, where he knew a hot bath awaited for him.

Before he went inside the tub, you made him sit on a stool and dipped a cloth on the hot water using it to clean the blood off his body, Sukuna observed silently, not being over the bruise on your face, even after "dealing" with who caused it.

After he was cleaned you threw the cloth away and moved to leave the room, yet he called you back.

"Stay" he ordered, when you turned around he was undoing the clothes that covered his lower half, you turned back flustered. Even though you have been his personal maid for a few months, you only entered his bath room when he rang the bell and left when he dismissed you.

"Come closer" he called while sitting at the edge of his ofuro, now with a towel wrapped around his waist as he reached for the jars where the healing herbs and oils were kept to treat infection and inflammations.

"I thought you weren't hurt, sir" your voice was of concern.

"It's not for me" he mixed the contents on his palm and used a finger to spread it on your bruised cheek and nose. The scent made your eye water, "It'll dry in a few seconds" he ran a thumb under your eye, preventing a tear from running down and ruining the medicine.

"Thank you, lord Sukuna" even while sitting he still hovered over you.

"I want you to quit" he demanded.

"What?!" your breath hitched, this job was everything you had.

"Quit being my maid and become my wife" no words left your open mouth as you scanned his face for any signs of insincerity.

"Me? But sir, what would the rest of the staff think?"

"I don't care, I'll fire them all if you want" he rubbed your chin, "Kill them if I must…" Sukuna observed your eyes widened, but a certain gleam in them made him wonder if you truly wanted that "I won't take no for an answer" he brings you closer and you smile, tilting your head.

Truly, Sukuna always get what he wants, even if that is making a wife out of his servant.

See also: bodyguard!Nanami

[idyllicidols]

Cheat Day.

Another request. I forgot if the person wanted to stay anonymous so I'll leave them out to be safe. Something different with it being third person, but it felt needed with the content.

TW: gangbang

***

Wonyoung was always expected to be perfect. Her days were filled with endless rehearsals, rigorous diets, and sleepless nights. She yearned for a life of freedom, where she could make mistakes and be herself. Her long awaited day off was under commencement–and mistakes were definitely going to be made.

Three of her most dedicated fans, handpicked by the dollesque idol herself, received a private DM from an unknown account with a time and address. They were apprehensive about the message, but the never before seen photos piqued their curiosity.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the city outside. Wonyoung, clad in a silk robe, stood before them, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She took mental notes on each one as they introduced themselves.

"Donghyun." She recognized him as a man who had been to nearly every concert and fan meet–his loud screams often heard over all the other fan chants. The messy haired boyish man looked like he just got off work. A disheveled suit with his tie loosely knit. Now that he was in such a private setting, he looked at her with an innocent admiration.

"Minsoo." The hottest of the bunch. His right arm covered in tattoos, his hair perfectly sculpted, but not greasy. He gazed upon her as if he already knew what she had planned. If the other two failed, she could depend on him for a good time.

"Junho." A recognized community member. Almost her whole fandom and group members knew of him. Her most dedicated fan. At every event, making sure to capture her in the perfect light. His fancams were the most popular, some even doing better than official recordings. A casual friendship had grown, and this was her way of showing her appreciation.

Her voice was steady and confident as she spoke, "Tonight, I'm not an idol. I'm not a performer. I'm yours, to do with as you please."

Junho and Donghyun exchanged astonished glances, their minds racing with the implications of her statement. They couldn't believe the woman they had idolized for so long would offer herself so freely. But Minsoo smirked expectedly.

Junho spoke up, "Wonyoung, we can't take advantage of you like this. You're an idol, and we're just fans."

Wonyoung's expression turned determined. "You can't deny me this. I've been living this life..always holding back, always being the perfect idol. Tonight, I want to be something else."

Donghyun joined in, "But you could ruin your reputation."

Wonyoung's voice hardened, "I don't care about my reputation. I want this. I want to be used, to be fucked."

She looked to Minsoo, her eyes pleading. She was right, she knew she could depend on him to get things rolling.

"If you're sure, Wonyoung, we can't deny you anything."

With a sultry smile, Wonyoung nodded, "I'm sure."

Minsoo undressed her slowly, untying the knot to her robe. She let it fall off her shoulders, the light from the window acted as a spotlight to her perfectly slender naked body. She was a tiny, delicate thing, but one with fire burning within her. The other two watched in awe as his hands roamed her body while his tongue explored her mouth.

He easily lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his kisses trailed down from one pair of lips to her other. His hands were rough, their movements urgent and demanding.

"You cucks going to just watch or join in?" Minsoo aggressively berated the other two men into action.

Donghyun was the next to act, seizing this rare opportunity, kissing and touching wherever he pleased. Wonyoung moaned in pleasure as the two men grasped at her body. But she couldn't help but feel bad for Junho.

"Join us sweetie…" She called out to him. "... You can record this too if you like, just make sure you keep it to yourself…" flashing a sly smile.

That was all it took. Junho set up his camera, then joined in on the fun. He knew he would never get a chance like this again, and wasn't going to miss out.

Without another word, the three men moved in unison, Minsoo between her legs, Donghyun and Junho each taking one of her breasts in their hands and began to fondle them gently. Their thumbs brushed over her already sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her head falling back as she felt a sudden rush of pleasure wash over her.

"Is that good, baby?" Junho asked, his voice filled with concern and desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, it's so good."

As the men continued to pleasure her breasts, their hands moved in a rhythmic pattern that had her on the edge of ecstasy. Minsoo was gifted at his craft, his tongue danced against her wet folds.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building with each pass. Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she felt the pleasure growing, spreading throughout her body until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

And then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and she was left feeling empty and wanting.

"Please," she begged, her voice pleading. "I need more."

Minsoo smirked, knowing he had Wonyoung right where he wanted. He spread her legs wider, revealing her sensitive, throbbing clit to his waiting mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hands clawed at the sheets as pleasure washed over her once more.

Minsoo began to suck on her clit, his tongue moving in rhythmic, deliberate motions that had her body convulsing in pleasure. Then the final nail in the coffin, his middle and ring fingers dug into her wet quivering pussy. Squelching sounds echoed out with his fingertips constantly brushing her g-spot.

"You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed out, her voice strained and desperate.

Her body tensed; involuntarily trying to fight off the pressure that was overwhelming her system. But the other two held her down as they continued to explore her body. The pressure built in her stomach had nowhere else to go, a stream of sticky clear fluid shot out of her, her strongest orgasm in months taking over.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pleasure. "It feels so good."

An orgasm that intense should've left her helpless, but this was her only night of escape. Her animalistic desires insatiable, she rose from the sheets, her thin body covered in sweat.

"I'm gonna ride your fucking cock."

Wonyoung demanded as she pushed Junho on his back. He watched as the idol he's fantasized about so many times slowly lowered her mess of pussy onto his cock. It was better than he could ever dream, so tight and so warm, he never could have imagined how good she felt.

"You're so tight." Junho cried out.

He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it got even better, she planted her feet and started bouncing up and down. Her sopping wet pussy glided easily-massaging his shaft with her moist caverns. She screamed in ecstasy, the first real cock inside of her in months felt better than any toy–it was a living thing, with its heat radiating inside of her.

It was hard to know who was having a better time - Wonyoung finally letting loose or Junho feeling the tight walls of his dream girl squeezing his cock. She was lost in ecstasy, the feelings of hands on her body almost forgettable.

Minsoo was there to give her a stark reminder. Wonyoung gasped when a strong force pushed her forward, making her turn around in surprise. Then she felt something hard pressed against her asshole, the tight ring on her virgin hole clenched in resistance.

"What are you – AH!" Wonyoung cried out before she could finish her question. A predictable result. There were three men and she had an accompanying hole for each. But what she didn't expect was for it to happen right off the bat. No preparation; no fingers or toys - just Minsoo's hard, massive cock breaking past her defenses in one fell swoop. Drool started leaking from her mouth, the intense feeling of getting fucked from both ends beyond her wildest dreams. Cries of pain filled the room, Wonyoung stretched out further than she ever thought possible. You would think she begged for them to stop, that the pain was too much to bear...

"Fuck me harder!" She screamed out, the pain of being fully engulfed by cock reminding her that she was alive–washing away months of the stressful idol life.

It was a sight to behold, Minsoo aggressively fucked the blabbering idol. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with relentless force. It was a stark contrast to Junho, feebly thrusting upwards trying to keep pace. Wonyoung moaned, her head flailing as she felt her insides being stretched and filled. But soon they got in sync, fucking and stretching out Wonyoung's body at perfect intervals.

"Is this what you want, you filthy whore?" Minsoo growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she gasped, "Fuck me."

"Hey Donghyun, why don't you keep her quiet before the neighbors complain."

Donghyun was like a perfect little pet, listening to everything anyone told him. As he stood up and pressed his cock against her lips there was no hesitation. Wonyoung opened up her lips and sucked like it was a popsicle. Now she was truly filled, a cock in each orifice, her body being used for greedy desires. It was only right, she worked so hard to stay fit, it would be a shame to keep it hidden away and locked up.

Donghyun was perfectly content standing there while she sucked and licked. Wonyoung however was not, grabbing the back of his thighs and taking him deep in her throat–a jolt of pleasure blasting through him every time she let a muffled moan vibrate against his cock. Actions spoke louder than words, her desires clearly obvious. His hands tangled in her long hair, thrusting his hips, fucking her face with the intensity she craved.

As the men continued their relentless onslaught, Wonyoung felt her body being torn apart, her mind filled with pleasure and pain. She could feel the cocks pounding into her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her moans and cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as the men continued to use her.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

Wonyoung was in no place to protest, a cock in her throat keeping her from replying. Nor did she want to, wanting nothing more than the feeling of hot cum filling her up.

"That's it," Minsoo grunted, "Take it all."

Minsoo was the first to concede–a thick stream of hot cum painting her insides. He slid out from behind her, her gaping ass leaking down to the sheets. He grabbed Donghyun, pulling him away. Wounyoung heaved in relief, finally able to breathe without a cock pounding her throat.

"Clean up my mess." Minsoo demanded. Wounyoung's relief was short-lived–opening up her mouth, happily sucking the cock that just took her anal virginity. Donghyun stared at her asshole with intrigue, kneeling down behind her. She smiled in response, feeling him pressed against her puckered hole. While her mouth was amazing, Donghyun longed to fuck something much tighter, and there was nothing tighter than Wounyoung's ass.

Junho had surprising stamina, his fingers biting into her sensitive flesh as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Wonyoung writhed above him, her body on fire with pain and pleasure. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy and ass growing unbearable.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, "Oh, God, I'm going to...ahhh!"

Her body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles contracting as she was filled to the brim. That set off a chain sequence–her contracting body milking every shaft inside of her. Luckily for her, all the fans were just as insatiable as she was–knowing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She was tossed around like a ragdoll, her tiny body fucked in every position possible, her tight holes nothing but a dumping ground for cum. They were like a well oiled machine, switching positions and holes, making sure that she always experienced something new. The only time one of her holes wasn't being fucked was when they needed to recover. Donghyun and Junho grew bolder as the night went on, fucking her with a ferocity that almost matched Minsoo.

The men continued their assault, their grunts and groans filling the air as they emptied themselves into her. Wonyoung's cries echoed in the room, a plethora of hands and tongues covering every inch of skin–three cocks stuffed in her holes, giving her everything she could ever ask for. She was reduced to nothing more than a living, breathing, screaming orgasm.

The sun was starting to rise, and the men pulled out, their spent cocks dripping with cum. They stepped back, leaving Wonyoung sprawled on the bed, her body covered in sweat, her mouth, pussy, and asshole leaking with cum.

Donghyun was the first to leave, he had to return to work within the hour. Junho turned sheepishly shy, embarrassed at how he lost control fucking his bias, collecting his camera. She smiled at him knowing he would forever cherish that footage. Donghyun and Junho bowed when they left. Forever grateful for this experience their faces flushed with pleasure, their hearts filled with gratitude. They had experienced something that most could only dream of.

Minsoo stuck behind, his fingers buried inside Wonyoung until she forced him to leave. She thanked him for starting things right, pulling him in for one final kiss before he left.

Wonyoung laid there, panting and trembling, her body sore and aching. Forget dance practice, she would be lucky if she was even able to walk. But as she stared up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but smile - she had found a release she had been longing for, a release that would fuel her performances, her passion, and her life. She couldn't wait for her next day off.

[satorusugurugurl]

i love ur work sosososisoso much <33 thank y for sharing ur writing ahh!!! could i request a satosugu fic where toru gets punished by sugu and reader??! maybe for like.. getting off alone or flirting w someone else?

Summary: You and Geto went to a local bookstore, leaving Gojo to fend for himself at home. It’s not like the two of you didn’t invite your boyfriend to join you on your outing. But shopping for books, of all things, didn’t spark his interest. But as the boredom of being alone settles in his bones, he decides to do the only thing that sounds remotely fun. Beating his meat.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Word Count: 2,876

Warning: Masturbation, cursing, oral sex, degrading, edging, smut, creampies, holy

A/N: Anon thank you so so much for the sweet words! I'm glad you're enjoying my stories! ❤️❤️❤️🥹This gave me brain worms and I just had to write it! Two of my weaknesses are SatoSugu x Reader and masturbation.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

”Are you positive you don’t want to come with us?” Suguru questioned, cocking an eyebrow at his white-haired boyfriend. “We were thinking about stopping for lunch after.”

”Nah.” Satoru is leaning against the wall, watching as you tie your tennis shoes. “The idea of a crowded bookstore makes my skin crawl. Plus, that's you guys’ thing. Books and reading.” He shrugged his shoulders lazily.

You hooked your arm through Suguru’s, leaning your head against his upper arm. “Okay, do you want us to bring you anything home?”

”Nope, have a good time. I’ll see you when you get back.” He waved his partners off with a smile before heading back to the living room to enjoy his Sunday afternoon.

The first hour was fun, trashy reality television, and the cupcakes you had made the previous day. Thirty minutes later, he groaned, flipping through Netflix to try to find something, anything to watch. Two hours into being alone, all by himself, Satoru groaned as he started to regret his decision to stay behind.

The apartment was so quiet and lonely with you or Suguru there. The room wasn’t as bright and full of the life it usually radiated. Jeez, was this what his life had been like before the three of you had gotten together two years ago? He was so used to going on dates, cooking food, and just existing in each other's presence now. What had he used to do in his tiny dorm when he was alone?

He would eat take-out, play on his phone, and jerk off to porn videos on Twitter.

Satoru sat up straight, a grin slowly tugging at his mouth. Yeah, he used to jerk off constantly. Since you three got together, he didn’t need to please himself. Seeing as either you were sucking him off, or Suguru was giving him a handy in the shower. It was like heaven, being able to experience pleasure with the two of you.

But thinking about wrapping his hand around his cock, going at his own pace, had him throbbing with excitement. You and Suguru wouldn’t be back for a bit. When you two shopped for books, you shopped—going down each aisle, flipping through pages, geeking out over your favorite series. He had plenty of time to jerk off and recover in case things got heated once his two partners returned home.

Leaning back onto the couch, Satoru turned the television to some random movie on Netflix. Mostly for background noise, and if you two were to come home in the middle of his solo session, this might cover him until he could readjust himself. With his eyes on the screen, Satoru slowly began rubbing his cock through his gray sweatpants. Up and down, just warming himself up.

Gojo was surprised that he was as hard as he was already. Was it the excitement of possibly getting caught or just that he hadn’t pleased himself in so long? Whatever the case, maybe he could care less. All that he could focus on with the warmth that was beginning to settle in his groin as he pushed his sweats down to his upper thigh to free his cock.

It was so hard, standing at attention with a slight twitch. “Oooh fuck.” Satoru pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “Fuck, I’m so hard.” He spit into his hand before wrapping his bare palm around his shaft.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, coating his length with spit. He squeezed himself harder with each stroke. He was imagining it as you or Suguru’s hand. Both are so warm but different. Suguru’s hand was larger, more calloused. Y/N’s hand was smaller, more delicate, and her manicured nails always looked o pretty around his cock. The faster he moved his hand, the more the television sounded like white noise as his mind swam around his two partners.

Satoru found himself mimicking the movements you and Suguru would do. He gripped himself tight, like Suguru, stroking fast and hard. When he reached his tip, his pointer finger would tease his slit that beaded thick droplets of pe-cum, as your smaller hand would do so gracefully. Imagining his two partners worshiping his cock, was better jerk-off material than any porn video.

“Mmm, ooh fuck me.” Satoru’s hand squeezed his thick length hard, his hand moving faster. “That’s it, Y/N, just like that, Sugu.” Looking at his cock through his lashes, he gritted his teeth. His tip was leaking pre-cum, his balls were tightening as he felt himself getting closer and closer to cumming. “I’m so fucking close, so close, don’t stop.”

Grabbing his shirt, he placed the hem of it between his teeth. The last thing he wanted was to get cum all over it. Having a new shirt on when you two got back would be hard to explain, seeing as he stayed home alone. It would be much better to paint his stomach. It would be easier to clean up that way.

“Nnngh, fuck.” Satoru’s muffled moans grew louder, his cock twitching harder under each stroke of his hand. “Fuck yes, fuck yes.” The familiar burning coil in his abdomen tightened, and he never heard the door unlock. “Fuck, gonna cum—“ And tightened as his partners called his names. “Gonna cum, gonna cum!” And tightened before it snapped as Y/N and Suguru walked into the living room. “Cumming fuck! Fuck!”

Satoru jerked his wrist frantically. Ropes of hot cum coat his hand, stomach, and chest. His pace finally began to slow as his cock started to soften in his hand, his white seed shining under the sunlight flooding the room. Fuck, he didn’t realize how much he missed jerking off. Especially since he had the two hottest people starring in his dirty mind.

In the afterglow, Satoru lazily looked towards the end table in search of a tissue. To his horror, he found the two of you watching him. Your jaw dropped, cheeks flushed, as Suguru ran a hand over his mouth, dark eyes glued to the cum on his stomach. The three of you basked in the silence before Satoru quickly wiped at his cum.

“W-Welcome home!” He shouted, doing everything he could to avoid eye contact with either of you. “I didn’t hear you guys come in.”

Suguru chuckled darkly, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah? Maybe that’s because we were too busy listening to you cumming.” All attempts to finish cleaning himself came to a halt at Suguru’s words.

”I well, I gu—“

”There’s no denying it, Toru.” You joined in; faux sadness etched onto your features. “We caught you red-handed.” Your pout was adorable as you looked up at Suguru. “This is why he didn’t want to come with us Sugu.”

“Mhmm,” Suguru gently stroked your Y/H/C, “and to think we felt so bad for not including him. We stood in line for forty minutes at the cafe to get him the chocolate cake they're famous for.” Gojo swallowed as you lifted a bag with the cafe's name to emphasize Suguru’s words.

Slowly getting up on noodle legs from his orgasm, Satoru started walking towards you both. “It wasn’t like that. I just got bored. It’s not like I plotted to stay here to jerk off without the two of you.” The annoyance on both of your faces made him cringe. “I appreciate you guys thinking of me!” His hands reached for the bag, only for you to yank it away. “Oh, come on!” Satoru Gojo pouted, his eyes darting between you and Suguru.

“Huh, funny you did cum, on yourself.” Suguru barked out a laugh at your words. “And you didn’t even let me lick it off. I think that’s what hurt the most.”

”Y/N has a point, Satoru. You cleaned it all off right in front of her.” Suguru took the bag from you and placed it on the breakfast bar. “You know how much she loves our cum. My poor Princess.” You sniffled as Suguru pulled you tight against his side. ”Satoru has been a very bad boy, hasn’t he Y/N?”

”He has.”

Gojo ran both his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I’m sorry, guys. Is there any way that I can make it up to you?” Instant regret settled over him like cold rain. Both you and Suguru’s eyes darkened as sinister smirks tugged at your mouths. “Oh, oh fuck, please wait, have mercy.” He held both hands up, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop you from pouncing on him like a spider monkey.

Hours later, the automatic timer on the living room light came on. Illuminating the lewd scene in front of Satoru. You were facing him. Your back firmly pressed against Suguru’s chest as you rocked back and forth on his cock. Suguru’s hair was falling out of its bun, dark strands sticking out here and there, clinging to his skin. His lips were against the crook of your neck, biting and sucking at your skin. His actions made you whimper softly as you rode him faster.

Satoru wanted to join in, to get onto the floor and drag his tongue up Sugurus length, all the way to your clit. He hated being in the recliner across from you, his hand jerking at his cock. Fuck, you guys didn’t even let him get completely naked. He still had his sweats on and spit-damp shirt clenched between his teeth. He understood this was a punishment for jerking off and getting caught. He had to watch you two, and he'd already cum three times. But this was getting to be just cruel at this point. He wanted to join in!

Instead, you watched him, smirking at the flush dusting his cheeks and neck. The tears that formed in his oh-so-pretty blue eyes, and the way he fisted his cock to another orgasm. Arching your back, you gasped, Suguru’s tip hitting your G-spot as he bit your shoulder. Your arm reached over your head, fingers fisting in his hair. The sight of you getting closer to the edge made Satoru want to join in even more. If he could just get his lips around your clit, he knew you would squirt all over his face.

”Guys, pwease!” The cloth muffled Satoru’s words in his mouth. “I wanna help!”

You chuckled in between soft moans. “Sugu~nngh oh shit,” You watched as Suguru reached a hand around your waist, palming your thigh. “He wants to help~!” You laughed breathlessly as Suguru hummed, his voice vibrating against your sensitive skin

”Satoru,” your white-haired boyfriend perked up, “you wanted to jerk off so bad when we were gone. So you’re going to keep jerking off until we say otherwise. Dirty man whores don’t get rewarded.” Suguru’s hand, which Satoru wished was around his cock, slowly slid up to your clit. “Good fuckin’ sluts, like our sweet Y/N here, they get what they ask for.” You whined, your hand tugging at his hair. “Mmm fuck, baby tell me what my good girl wants~ yeah, be a good example to Satoru?”

”I wanna cum Sugu.” You whimpered, turning your head to face him.

He grinned, pressing a heated kiss to your lips. “You wanna cum?” You nodded your head, kissing him harder. “Go ahead, sweet girl, cum for me, Y/N.” His fingers rubbed circles around your cock. “That’s it; I feel you clenching cum on. Let it out, princess.” His gaze darted down, watching as you squirted hard.

“No, no, no,” Satoru whined like a spoiled brat. “I wanted to taste her cum!”

You were trembling, still coming down from your orgasm. Once you could form words, you tilted your head to the side. “See why we were so disappointed in you?” Suguru slowed his pace, his still-hard cock gently sliding into you. “I wanted to clean you up, but you used a tissue. I think I’ll clean up my mess the same way slut.” Suguru groaned, his cock twitching at your dirty fucking words.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll clean it up!”

”Oh, will you?”

”Yes.”

”And how will you clean up Y/N‘s cum Satoru?” Suguru asked as you slowly began rocking back and forth on his cock.

The two of you watched as your partner stood, his cum coated chest and stomach heaving as he looked to the floor. There was a dark, needy look in his eyes, one a person would only see in a feral animal. You didn’t know what to expect. For him to grab tissues to clean it, like he had done to himself. Him dropping to his knees was something you nor Suguru had anticipated. With bated breath, you watched Satoru slowly slide onto his stomach, his eyes on yours as he stuck his tongue out.

“Holy fuckin’ shit.” Suguru’s cock throbbed harder inside of you as he watched Satoru lick and suck at your cum off the floor. Like some kind of desperate animal. Never once did he break eye contact. His tongue and lips kept moving, cleaning Y/N's essence off the floor in the most vulgar way. “T-That, fuck, Y/N wh—“

“Such a good boy.” You finished for Suguru. Your tight cunt twitched at the sight. “Cleaning up my cum like the horny dog you are.”

Satoru sat on his knees. If he had a tail, it would be wagging at your praises. “Yeah? I did good. Am I forgiven? Do I get to join in now? Please!” He watched Suguru’s face scrunch up as Y/N bounced faster and harder onto his cock.

”Hmm, Suguru, what do you think?” You asked, feeling another orgasm coming close as Suguru's hands gripped your hips, thrusting up into you.

”Let that dirty slut help. I wanna watch him lick your clit like he just did to the floor.”

Before you could change your mind, Satoru leaped into action. He was positioning himself between both of your legs. His tongue immediately went to work, sucking and lapping at your clit like a madman. The sudden added friction had you rocking faster, trying to feel more of his mouth on your sensitive sex. While Geto slammed up into you, chasing his release while driving you to your own.

Watching you both with lust-filled eyes, Satoru started jerking his cock once more. Fat and hard tugged as he took your clit in between his lips, suckling the bud as hard as he possibly could. That was all you needed to send you tumbling over the edge. You screamed so loud you were sure the neighbors would file a noise complaint against you again. Not that you cared as you felt Suguru’s chest heave as he buried his cock inside of you as he filled you to the brim with cum.

Thank fuck Suguru had been right against your g-spot. Because Satoru was bleed to have you squirt in his face. The sweet, tangy taste of you flooded his mouth. He sucked at your lips, tasting both your sweetness and Suguru’s slightly salty bitterness. Like a well-crafted treat just for him. The taste of you both combined had his hand stroking his dick, desperate to cum for the fourth time that day.

In the afterglow, Suguru grunted, kicking Satoru’s thigh with his foot. “Idiot, don’t forget what we just told you.” His best friend slowly smirked as you stuck your tongue out in between pants. “Don’t waste your cum.”

Not needing to be told twice, Satoru jumped to his feet, stroking his cock in front of your face. Only his hand was swatted away, replaced with Suguru’s. The sudden change of hand and pace had Satoru whimpering like the horny fucking dog he was.

“That’s it, Satoru,” Suguru purred, stroking faster, “cum on her face like a good boy.”

That sent your white-haired boyfriend right over the edge. Tears ran down his cheeks as he watched his load, which would most likely be his last for today, spurt over your tongue, chin, and the tip of your nose. You looked so pretty, cock drunk, glazed in his cum. It had him crying out in pained pleasure.

When the last waves of his orgasm faded, Satoru stumbled. Both you and Geto grabbed his arms, slowly easing him to rest on the couch next to the two of you. He gasped, his eyes shut, in post-orgasm bliss. You couldn’t help but smile, gently stroking his hair. Suguru kept himself inside of you, kissing your neck lovingly and putting the footrest up. You and your boyfriend relaxed in the silence until Satoru’s soft snores could be heard.

It's a perfect way for you to end a wonderful Sunday.