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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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request !

could you write a chris one shot where he teaches the reader how to kiss and make out properly (go into detail heehee🤭)

and like make it all playful and fluffy but like also kinda erotic and steamy (you knowwww😫😫🫧)

First Kiss

P2 P3

pairing: y/n and Chris Sturniolo

summary: you got asked on a date and you are so excited, you're especially excited to tell your best friend Chris. Then reality sets in and you realize you have no idea what you're doing, i mean you haven't even had your first kiss yet....

warnings: very descriptive steamy making out, kind of smutty? cursing

"Yeah sounds good" I smiled up at the blonde boy in front of me. He nodded biting his lip as he stood over at me. "Cool, so i'll see you after the game on Friday?" He asked as he started to turn. I nodded a little bit too eagerly. He smiled before turning and walking away to his car across the parking lot.

I turned around smiling to myself embarrassingly. I just got asked on my first date ever. I could jump for joy. I mean a boy was interested in me. A boy had never shown outward interested in me before this.

I turned towards my car, shaking my head at my giddy self as I got into my car. I couldn't wait to pick and outfit, and do my makeup, and oh my god I need to buy new perfume.

As I pulled off the parking lot I knew there was only one person who I wanted to tell.

"Chris" I sighed setting my bag down in the corner of his room. He looked up at me as he pulled on a sweatshirt. "What?" He asked looking over at me. I smiled before jumping onto his bed. He just watched me as I laied there smiling up at the ceiling.

He walked over to me. "What?" He asked again hitting my foot with his hand to get my attention. I sat up on my elbows looking at him, a smile plastered across my face.

"Oh god, what did you do?" He asked raising his eyebrows. I leaned up pushing him. "Nothing!" I said shaking my head laughing. He looked at me like I was crazy.

"Sam asked me out" I breathed. He just looked at me, blinking. "Okay?" He smiled shaking his head, not understanding my reaction. "Chrisss" I said throwing my hands up shaking my head.

"What?" He laughed sitting down next to me. I sighed leaning back. "It's my first date" I stated looking at him. He shrugged. "Okay" He shook his head. I pushed his shoulder. He put his hand on his shoulder.

"Hey" He glared at me. "You're my best friend you're suppose to be happy for me" I sighed looking at him. He scrunched his face and shrugged. "It's Sam, he runs through girls faster than I can keep up. Wasn't he just dating Kyra?" He asked. I frowned looking down, wishing he would just support me on this.

“Hey, look I’m sorry. Yes y/n that is so exciting” he said putting his hand on my knee. I rolled my eyes and pushed him, he was so unserious.

“You’ve been on dates” I said looking at him. He smiled and nodded. “Yes, I have” he breathed looking at me. I sat up crossing my legs under me.

“How do they normally go?” I questioned looking at my best friend for answers. He looked up. “Uh well I normally take them out, do all that psychological shit that makes them thing that I’m some amazing different guy, like pulling out their chair for them, complementing their choice in jewelry, throw in ‘you have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen’” he chuckled to himself, making me roll my eyes.

“Chris” I said warningly. He chuckled. “What I’m being honest” he said shrugging. I shook my head and placed my hand against my forehead. “Remind me to never believe anything you ever say again” I smiled shaking my head.

“Oh come on, I’m just talking about girls I go out with. I would never lie to you about that shit, you’re my best friend” he sighed pushing me. I looked up at him, putting my hand out in front of me.

“What else?” I asked taking mental notes. He hummed pressing his lips together, looking off. “I drive them back to wherever they came from then we make out and they are lucky if I ever call them again” he shrugged.

My eyes went wide. “On-on the first date? You kiss them on the first date?” I asked leaning forward, not thinking that was something I had to even worry about.

He shrugged nodded. “Yeah why do you think I do all that mind-fucking shit? Because I actually mean it? No” he laughed shaking his head. I closed my eyes trying to erase that sentence from my brain and erase that terrible dating advice.

“Chris” I said holding the bridge of my nose. He chuckled leaning back on his elbows. “What?” He smiled up at me.

“Also remind me to never go on a date with you” I breathed having my head. He rolled his eyes. “You’re so dramatic y/n. I’m speaking for most every guy out there, you’re lucky you have a friend who will be straight up with you and tell you what you’re in for” he said looking at me. I stared down at him, biting my lip.

“You think Sam will do all that?” I asked quietly. He closed his eyes sighing. “I know Sam will do that y/n. He’s my teammate remember?” He said pulling out his phone and scrolling through it.

Worry filled my chest. I’d never kissed anyone. I don’t know how to do that. What if Sam tries to kiss me and I do it wrong and he tells everyone I’m a horrible kisser? Oh god. Oh god.

“Oh my god, what is it now?” Chris groaned looking up at me seeing the worry still plastered on my face. I looked down at him.

“Chris I haven’t kissed anyone” I admitted. He dropped his phone on his chest and looked up at me giving me his full attention.

“What?” He asked loudly. My face turned blood red and I turned away from him. He sat up. “Y/n you’re almost 18 years old you know that right?” He asked pulling my shoulder to get me to face him. I blushed smiling from how awkward I felt. I pushed him away shaking my head.

“Don’t you think I know that Chris?” I said looking at him with wide eyes. “I’ve never been asked out before this, I never had the opportunity” I explained. He just blinked at me.

“Y/n it’s a kiss not a marriage sentence you don’t have to date someone to kiss” he breathed. I rolled my eyes. “I mean not once? Like not drunk at a party? In the parking lot at school? A school dance? Nothing?” He asked attempting to look me in the eyes but I wouldn’t look at him.

“No Chris” I breathed. His mouth fell open. “What?” He asked again blinking at me. I stood up too embarrassed to continue this conversation. He pulled me back down by my arm back next to him.

“No we’re talking about this. Y/n that’s not normal” he said looking at me. I shook my head. “What yes it is. Plenty of people wait for their first kiss” I breathed trying to defend myself. He shook his head.

“Yeah maybe until they hit puberty, but not this long” he said trying not to laugh. I pushed him shaking my head. He was just making me feel worse.

“Okay I get it Chris, I’m a freak okay? I get it” I said looking at him. His eyes went wide and he shook his head. “No, you’re hot. I don’t know how you’ve gone this long without and orgasm let along kissing a boy” he chuckled. I scrunched my nose and shook my head.

“Chris, stop. Don’t say that word it’s gross” I said shaking my head and pushing him. He laughed. “What orgasm?” He said grabbing my arm and saying it louder. My face turned red and I shook my head.

“Listen y/n. I’m trying to help you here. If you can’t talk about it then you won’t be able to do it” he sighed. I looked over at him. “Yes I can, I’ll just kiss him. It can’t be that hard” I sighed, trying to convince myself of this. He raised his eyebrow.

“Oh yeah and immediately try to stick your tongue in his mouth? Your reputation will be ruined” he laughed to himself. I looked over at him. “You’re not suppose to do that? Is that not what making out is?” I asked him quickly realizing how little I knew about this.

His eyes went wide and he placed his hands on his face. “You’re fucked” he said in his hands. Panic filled my body. “What? Chris no. Help me please” I said pulling his hands off his face to get him to look at me.

“How would you like me to help? Do you want me to kiss you?” He joked. I just looked at him. He stopped laughing and looked back at me. “You do?” He asked his eyes wide. I leaned back shrugging letting out a breath.

“Chris I don’t know. You’ve kissed girls before, right?” I asked glancing over at him. He smiled and looked down smiling. “Yes y/n. I’ve kissed girls before” he said trying not to laugh.

I shook my head standing again. “Forget it I just-“ I said but he pulled me back down again. “Y/n stop, I’m sorry okay? I won’t laugh at you anymore” he said pushing down his smile. I sighed looking at him.

“Do you really want me to kiss you?” He asked looking at me. I swallowed. I don’t know? Did I? Would this change things between us? I sighed looking down at my lap.

“Will this change things between us?” I asked looking up at him with a nervous stare. He shook his head. “Kissing doesn’t always have to have feelings behind it. It’s just more fun if it does. It won’t change anything” he said looking at him. I swallowed feeling nerves crawl up my body, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Hey” he breathed noticing my change in energy. I looked up at him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can just forget this conversation ever happened” he shook his head looking at me like he understood what I was feeling. I licked my lips as my mind raced.

“It’s just a friend helping out a friend right?” I asked looking over at him, meeting his gaze. He nodded. “Exactly right” he agreed. I rubbed my hands over my face.

“And I’ll be completely honest with you, I won’t judge you. I’m just here to help” he said holding up his hands. I smiled and shook my head. “Are you any good at it?” I asked. He squinted his face and held his hands up.

“They don’t call me kissin Chris for nothing” he smiled making me bust out in laughter. “No one calls you that” I said shaking my head as I laughed. He smiled and shrugged. “They should” He stated. I rolled my eyes and let silence roll between us.

I glanced over at him and he was looking at me. “Okay” I breathed. He raised his eyebrows. “Okay?” He asked. I nodded. He smiled and scooted closer to me. I looked over him slightly shaking, I didn't realize how nervous I would be. It's just Chris. I trusted him.

"Don't freak out, just follow my lead okay?" He said looking into my eyes. I nodded slowly as I looked it at him as he leaned into me. Oh God, what if my breath smelled bad? What if i'm absoultly horrible at it? What if I'm a lost cause? What if-

My thoughts stopped as Chris pressed his lips against mine and started to kiss me. My eyes went wide as I felt the sensation of my lips against his. I blinked my eyes closed as I kissed him back, just slowly moving our lips against one another.

He pushed his lips against me as I leaned back slightly. He brought his hand up to my cheek, as he pressed our faces together. I tried to match his movements as best as possible while trying to calm down my heart beating out of my chest. I was kissing someone. I was kissing Chris.

He reached down between us to my arms that we laying lip by my sides, me not knowing what the hell to do with my hands. He brought them up to his neck. Getting the memo I wrapped my arms behind his neck as we kissed bringing him closer. He smiled against my lips at my cluelessness, making me smile.

Fuck he was a good kisser. I lifted my head slightly, bumping my teeth with his slightly. He pulled back smiling. "Don't do that" He chuckled leaning back into me before I could respond. I would have been embarrassed if it was with anyone other than Chris, instead I just smiled against him.

He breathed hard through the kiss before reaching down and gripping my hips with his arms before climbing over me. I took a breath in as I felt him slip his tonuge into my mouth. I took a breath in from the new feeling as I kissed him harder. I felt like I was floating. Kissing was amazing.

I leaned my bed up pushing harder against him as he hovered over me on the bed. He pulled back slightly. "Calm down, just follow my lead remember don't be to eager, guys don't like that" He said looking down at me. I nodded waiting for him to kiss me again.

"W-what do I do with my hands?" I breathed looking at him, my arms still wrapped around him. He smiled. "Whatever you want" He breathed. I just looked at him, still feeling my heart beating. "Well what do you like?" I whispered barley audible. He smirked down at me.

"What I like isn't PG" He smiled. I closed my eyes shaking my head. "Chris" I stated. He rolled his eyes before leaning down and catching my lips in between his again. He reached up unlocking my arms before putting one of my hands into his hair and the other one up his shirt.

My lips halted for a brief moment as my nails laid against his bare chest. My hand frozen. He smiled and leaned back. "Y/n you can't be scared of me or this will never work" He chuckled. I looked up at him with wide eyes. "I-I'm not" I stuttered staring up at my best friend. He raised his eyebrows. "You're not?" He asked smiling. I glared at him, before pushing him until he laid next to me, flipping my hair out of the way as I swung my leg over his lap to straddle him.

He looked up at me with wide eyes from the sudden change. "No. I'm not" I stated above him before leaning down and kissing him passionatly. He matched my speed quickly, pushing my knees with his hands until I fully sat against him.

I gasped slightly from being fully pressed against him in a way I never had before, giving him the oppurtunity to push his tonuge into my mouth again. I moaned at the senseation without thinking. I felt him smile against my lips and hum. If I was thinking clearly, I would have been mortified but I couldn't think of anything else but his tonunge moving inside of my mouth.

He leaned up, wrapping his arms around me as we kissed pressing our bodies together. "Hands" he mumbled against my lips, not a split second later my hand was pulling at the strands of his brown hair and my other hand trailed under his shirt, digging my sharp nails down his chest slightly.

He whined against my lips. He whined. I shifted my hips slightly to sit on him more comfortably and his hands immediatly went down to my hips stilling them. "Don't-do that" He said quickly, as if he were in pain. "Why?" I asked looking down at him. He just blinked up at me.

I moved my position slightly, afraid I was hurting him and he hung his head against my shoulder, gripping my hips harder, digging his nails into me. "Fuck, don't do that" He said again. I knew what he was talking about when I felt him grow underneath me. My face went red.

I reached down, lifting his head with my hand. "What's wrong Chris?" I smiled as he just breathed heavily looking up at me. He leaned up kissing me hard. I laughed against his lips as he flipped us over again and hovered over me. He pushed my arms up above my head so that I couldn't touch him.

He pulled apart. "Stop teasing me" He stated looking down at me. I pursed my lips. "I'm not" I stated. He let out a breath letting my arm go and glancing down at me.

"You think you've got it down?" He whispered as he glanced at my lips. I breathed heavily. We just looked at each other silence filling the room. I swallowed.

"No" I whispered before leaning up and kissing him again, his immediatly responding kissing me back just as hard. He moved his mouth kissing down my neck. I leaned my head back, as I sqeezed my legs together to relive some tension that i've never felt before. Chris moved his knee in between mine pushing them apart.

"Don't do that either" He mumbled against my neck. I swallowed as I blinked my eyes closed, reaching down and pushing his shirt up feeling his bare chest underneath with my hands.

"Is this apart of the lesson?" I said breathless. "What lesson?" He said lifting his head. I just looked at him. His eyes went wide.

"Fuck, what are we doing?" he asked taking his hands off of me and leaning up. "I don't know" I said back quickly shaking my head. He just blinked at me before moving off of me and sitting up. I swallowed feeling the now awkward air between us.

I sat up slowly sitting next to him. He just stared down. I looked over at him. "So am I good kisser?" I asked quietly. He glanced over me, his face red. He cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yeah you're great kid" He said standing. I looked down at my lap at the use of the nickname. He turned looking over at me. "Are you going on that date?" He asked making me look up at him. I shrugged.

"I don't know" I said softly. He bit his lip and looked down. "I made this weird didn't I?" Chris asked looking at me. I shook my head standing up. "No, I did. I'm sorry this was a bad idea" I said looking at him. He just stared at me.

"Would you go on a date with me instead?" He asked making my face drop. "What?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows. He shrugged looking away. "Fuck, I don't know y/n. That was hot as fuck how am I suppose to get over that?" He asked. I swallowed feeling my face light up.

"Sam's a dick" Chris breathed, making me smile slightly to myself. I put my hands against my face, laughing slightly. I heard Chris start to laugh across from me too. I sighed looking up at him. He smiled and shrugged looking at me.

"If I say yes, can we do that again?" I asked smiling. He smiled and looked down before nodding. I smiled. "Then yes, I'll go on a date with you" I said walking up to him and kissing him again.

I pulled back. "But if you say my eyes are the prettiest thing you've ever seen I'm walking out and never speaking to you ever again" I said looking at him, making him chuckle and let out a breath.

"But they areee" He said cupping my cheeks. I rolled my eyes and pushed him walking away before I felt him pull me back wrapping his arms around me, turning me back to face him.

"Im kidding I actually hate your eyes they are so boring" He smiled. I shook my head at him. "I hate you" I breathed. "No you don't" He said pressing his lips against mine.

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ghulehunknown · 4 months

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Papa Headcanons: Showering Together 🚿🧼

What happens when things get hot and steamy in the shower with Papa?

WARNING - NSFW, MDNI

Inspired by Heartsforcopia_ on Twitter!

Primo

Lots of lotions and potions in unlabeled bottles on the shelves in his shower, all handmade from the things he grows in his garden

“Do you need help reaching, cara/caro? Let Papa help…” as he touches you in the most sensual way possible

Sometimes he prefers baths so he can just sit and relax after a busy day and invites you so you’re laying against his chest

Claims he has trouble reaching certain spots and needs your help washing, but you’re pretty sure you saw him bend over in the garden no issue earlier

Insists on no funny business as you both wash together but his touches leave you practically begging him to fuck you in the shower

On second thought, he was looking a little wobbly today so maybe shower sex would be dangerous (so you just bang it out in your towels on his bed)

Secondo

He’s got a nice ass shower, like it’s huge with multiple shower heads and lights and a bench

He’ll use the shower head on your sensitive spots to help get you off

Lathers up soap on your chest and pinches your nipples in the suds, kissing you deeply as the water falls over your heads

Watches you lather up, shave, whatever you do in the shower as he does the same, content on just watching the water roll off your frame

You ask him for help shaving your nether regions because you just know he’ll be careful

That’s the perfect excuse for him to go down on you as well while he’s down there

Terzo

Has all the expensive skincare items, and you spend half the time looking at everything and using a little bit of it all

“Oh your [insert preferred body part here] looks sooo dirty I must help you wash it”

Lathers up your entire body, lingering on your sensitive spots

Will NOT keep his hands to himself - he’s touching you, putting soap on you, putting his fingers in certain places and he wants YOU to wash him

Hogs the water on purpose but his caresses keep you warm

He fingers you with the claim that he must clean ALL of you 😫💀 (don’t worry, he knows not to stick soap up there)

He’s too much of a horndog so you fuck in the shower, soggy doggystyle 😈

Copia

You’re pretty much stuck with his 3-in-1 wash for your whole body

You start to question why he’s got a pink razor and think he might be seeing someone else who’s got their stuff in his shower but then he says he just prefers Lady Schick for shaving his balls

Blocks the water flow with his big ass head but he doesn’t mean to leave you cold and shivering, he’s just kinda spatially unaware

When he notices you’re cold he wraps you up in his arms and lets you have the water (where he stands shivering the rest of the time)

“Eh, can I wash your boobies/balls/butt, tesoro? 👉👈” (choose your preferred body part)

Excited to wash your hair, your face, everything because he sees this as more of a bonding experience versus a sexual one

But yeah he still gets really horny and if you don’t fuck in the shower, you for sure are slapping your wet bodies together on the bathroom floor or against his sink, wherever you end up first

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oneawkwardwriter · 1 month

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spencer reid - meddle about

thats all <3

Meddle About

pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k

You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.

Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.

The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.

"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.

"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"

"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"

"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."

At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"

As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."

"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.

As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.

Meet me at midnight.

You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.

Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:

It would only make things more difficult.

Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.

"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.

Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.

"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.

Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."

As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.

When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."

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herzgeist-writes · 7 months

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One Piece Headcanons - Renamed

Characters: Zoro, Law | Trope: Them giving you pet names | Content: for female readers / Wholesome - enveloping you in fluffy teddy bears

A/N: Clearly, you are their kryptonite. Feelings are blossoming towards you and what better way than to give you a 'different' kind of name? This is for the girls out there, who need some red tint on their faces and make their hearts go 'doki doki' ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

My Girl It involuntarily slips out of him, when he’s either extremely proud or confident in your abilities to conqueror anything standing in your way. His chest swells with pride, whenever he sees you take on hordes of marines, kicking their asses without effort. And the way you move, it all makes it seem so easy. A ferocious and passionate woman? Count him in.

“Oi (Y/n)! Are you alright over there?”

He calls out to you while watching you fight five marines at the same time. With one single blow, they bite the dust. You heard the swordsman yell something incohorrently.

“Huh? Did you say something, Zoro?”

“Oh uh, no. Nevermind.”

Tilting your head in question, you shrug it off nonchalantly and proceed in printing those marine fools some more footprints into their behinds. The swordsman chuckles to himself.

“Hm, that’s my girl.”

Sweet thing Is what he calls you when he’s quite playful. Always his first choice when teasingly bickering around with you, sometimes leaving his lips with a hint of sarcasm. It drives you insane - and that’s his goal. How can he resist that pouty face, when you huff at him like that. Naturally, he won’t admit it to anybody, not even you. You are just his sweet thing, end of story.

“Come on, Zoro! Let me try it!”

“No means no, (Y/n). That’s high potent sake. Nothing for a little girl like you. It’s the ‘I’ma split your head the next morning’ kind of alcohol, you don’t want that, trust me.”

Holding out to the mug in his hand, which dodges your failed attempts in grasping it, you blow up your cheeks in annoyance. No chance, (Y/n). The Vice Commander won’t let you taste the ‘demon’s blood’, but your expression changes soon after, for you have a secret weapon. His kryptonite is laid bare.

“You’re just afraid I will beat you in a drinking competition.”

“Oh? Now I wanna see you try. Drink up, buttercup!”

He hands over another mug, sake nearly overflowing from the brim.

“I can taste victory already!”

“Oh sure, sweet thing.”

Though you haven’t even placed your lips onto the rim, to let the brazen liquid flow down your throat, you’re already burning up. It’s the handsome smile he flashes at you, while lulling you in with his raspy voice. To Zoro’s notice, he doesn’t understand, why you’re already glowing so hard. He just called you his sweet thing, so what?

"Sweet thing?"

"I mean, aren't you?"

Oh dear . .

Hot stuff This man is so TACKY. Zoro isn’t a man of big words, hence he sticks to the silly namings, even when things get ‘steamy’ he prefers to adress you softly and caring. Unless you ask him to get more ‘foward’ with his wording, which by the by only you can unlock in him. After all, he’s the King of Hell and there’s no way he keeps away the more ‘ferocious’ side from you, giving you the whispered spicy nothings you deserve. . . However, that stays behind closed doors, dear (Y/n).

“That’s a nice workout routine you got there. Care to share, hot stuff?”

While you’re on your felt like quadrillionth biceps curl, you nearly let the dumbbell fall to the ground by his rash choice of words. Hot stuff? Heat rises into your head. Is he doing this on purpose?

“D-Don’t tell me you like what you see?”

“I do. Very.”

Screaming internally, you find it way too ambiguous of you. He just means the work out. He just means the work out. Based on your reaction, the green-hair can tell he must have said something to fluster you, and now he is the one, babbling in mere abashment and uncertainty.

“Yeah . . you look hot- I MEAN you look good! Great work out for you. Tones your body nicely- WAIT NO I . .”

Backing up he slowly treads out of the room, rambling about and occassionally stumbling over his own feet, or words in his case. You have to supress a girly giggle as you observe how his face begins to radiate. It’s the first time he ever called you that and something tells you, it won’t be the last. In the distance you can hear:

"Shit! What was that about? Hot stuff? What was I thinking? Damn it, might as well just cut off my tongue."

That drama queen.

Dove You’ve gained his full trust, respect and affection. It’s a sign of his feelings caving in for you. When you hear him say it, the strong and composed swordsman he is, melts by the sight of you. There’s nothing better than calling you his Dove, seeing you take on all kinds of colours in your face, mainly red that is. Besides sake, you get him drunk on a different level. So, KAMPAI, Dove!

The Straw Hats organised one of their famous banquettes once more. Everyone is cheerful and in the mood for good food and head spinning ale. The Vice Commander however is nowhere to be seen, for he usually hangs around the sake barrels most of the time, when events like these are planned. As you take a look at the crows nest, you find your sleepy swordsman staring out the window.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Mhm? Hi, guess so.”

Shifting to the side to give you some space next to him, he stretches his arm out, beckoning you to come over. You comfortably nuzzle against him, soaking in the warmth he emits. This feels . . strange, having such an intimate moment as friends. Perhaps, you hope it could turn out to form into something more? As if he read your mind, he speaks.

“Hey, umm . . this might sound weird, but uh - can I call you Dove?”

“Dove? A weird name indeed, but I take it. What made you think that suits m-“

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by turning your face to his, with his fingers on your jaw, and gently places his lips on yours. Well, that explains why he chose to call you Dove. Butterflies start to flutter around in your stomach and you gaze deeply into his onyx coloured eye.

“I think it’s . . cute.”

“It is.”

Taking a deep breath in, he continues.

"Whenever I feel down, you are the one bringing me up again. You are the wings lifting me up, giving me the ability to soar through the skies, showing me a different angle of the world."

Big words for a man of his usually reserved nature. His arm snakes around your waist from the side and pulls you even closer. Your heart just left out a beat. From now on, you gladly are his Dove.

(Y/n) Did you notice it? Yes! He left out the suffix. You should be honored he decided to grade you a level up. But in all honesty, he took a liking to you and your name. He thinks it to be rather pretty, it would be a shame to destroy the sound of beautifully aligned letters, as if molesting the title of a charming book. You have earned his trust. Interest - is peaked.

Sitting at a bar counter, you enjoy the evening at an inn, where the crew decided to take a break. It wasn't as calm as you excepted it to be, for a overly friendly and slimy man couldn't stop talking, obviously hitting on you.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable around you, dumbass?"

The creep scurries off to the other side of the bar, all the tension in your shoulders crumbling, sighing subsequently in relief.

"Thank you, Captain."

Law gives you a reassuring nod and goes his way again.

"It's my job, (Y/n)."

Almost waiting for him to speak out that '-ya' of his, you tilt your head. Did the loud stir of the bar swallow that small suffix or . . does he deem you worthy of calling you by your normal name now? Your heart skips a beat out of happiness, hoping for the latter.

Sweetheart Teasing is one of his daily routines. Running out of ideas to get you either flustered or bewildered, he saw fit to take it up a notch. His heart races whenever he rolls the ‘sweetheart’ off his tongue, in order to adress you with a hidden sarcastic intent. Over time though, you begin to be his sweetheart. Just by the thought of you growing on him makes him shiver - positively.

"Why do you keep on doing this (Y/n)?"

"What do you mean?"

Innocently nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie, you flutter your puppy eyes up at the now faltering Captain, who furrows his brows at you.

"Baking cookies? We're pirates! Not some sort of- mhm . ."

You stuff his mouth with the tasty and crumbly goodness. Laughing at his fuming face, it's obvious to you he isn't completely opposed to your sweet counter attack. He keeps on chewing.

"Good right?"

Earning a low rumble in response, he averts his gaze and gulps loudly. His stern eyes sway over to the tray, filled with more crunchy cookies and you deny him that 'hungry' wish right away.

"Nope. Those are for the others. That was the only one for you. Besides, I thought you didn't like sweets., let alone dough."

Suddenly he takes a seat next to you, leaning in closer to you. His lips curling mischeviously, face now dangerously near yours.

"Oh how considerate of you, sweetheart."

Hold on, sweetheart? Frozen in place, you stare into those mesmerizing grey orbs, the perfect moment for the doctor to 'shamble' the snack into his hand and make a go for it, which he does without a word, practically sprinting out of the kitchen door.

"H-Halt! I mean wait! Stop right there! Trafalgar you thief!"

Darling He has you trapped in his room and vice versa. There you stand, no chance to escape. (No, he won’t sing it to you.) Besides singing that sweet jazz, that deep sultry voice loves to call you his Darling, when the time has come to playfully show you, that you have affected him. It’s a sweet name, however it bears a hidden, more lecherous intent, depending on how he enhances his words around you. Once or twice you caught him oogling you with those steel eyes, that’s when you realise, he does have a male instict, wanting to ‘court’ you, simply explained.

It's time for your annual classic health check up, no devil fruit voodoo, for he prefers to reserve his power, if not neccessarily needed. Meaning, you'll have to - strip. Oh don't worry, you're still wearing your underwear, nonetheless, you're heart beats out of your chest whenever he inspects your body, writing down your vitals and searching for any anomalies.

"Tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort."

Some touches tickle you, some induce your heart with pumping fuel and others make you go weak in the knees. The last one is new. What makes your position even more difficult now, is the fact that the stethoscope is up next, to check your heart rate.

"Are you nervous?"

"As if I am. It's just . . cold. That metal . . thingy."

"Stethoscope."

"I was about to say that."

His breath grazes along your naked skin, as he keeps on listening to your heart from the front and back. To your sassy comment, he can't help but chuckle lowly and gives your back a gentle glaze of his slim, wrapped in rubber gloves fingers, before moving on.

"Of course you were, darling."

If that doctor puts on that silly stethoscope again, he would have heard that literal jungle drum in your chest. He knows what it does to you, when he plays that extra sultry card on you, all with a hint of mock and sarcasm. Yet, a tiny slip in his voice tells you, he actually enjoys calling you that. - He is torture on two legs, keeping you on your toes.

My heart This is the part where you have defeated him completely. He is addicted to you and your cute reactions of him calling you his heart. Who would have thought a cold and serious man like him could be unintentionally romantic? Though he appears to be lacking the ability to express his emotions thoroughly, it doesn’t mean he can’t slip by and whisper your new title at you by coincidentially meeting in the Polar Tang’s corridors. As long as there is nobody around, snooping about of course. Though uncomfortable to show it in public, he gives it his all to prove his point that he is oh so head over heels for you.

He HAS HAD IT with you and your annoyingly adorable round puffy cheeks, whenever you throw a temper tantrum at his commands you vaguely dare to disobey. You leave him no choice but to:

"Room . ."

"O-oh no. Wait I'll-"

"Shambles."

You'll never get used to that. Finding yourself far off from the others at the harbour, he has warped the both of you to a secluded alley of the adjoining town.

"You. You. You! Just. Just!"

Visibly upset he throws his arms through the air, close to snake his giant palms around your neck to strangle you, however restraining himself with a forceful shake in his hands. Restless he walks up and down the narrow cramped aisle. He comes to a stop before you.

"I BEG you, to stop acting so god damn cute! Your back talk gives me even more reason to just . . to just-"

You shrink away from his intimidating demeanor and apologize with glistening eyes. A white hat on your head takes you aback, for he roughly propped it onto you, now pulling down the tip to restrict your vision and . .

"You idiot . ."

. . kisses you.

"Stop being a bratty crew mate and be mine already, my heart."

#one piece #one piece zoro #one piece roronoa zoro #one piece law #one piece trafalgar law #one piece headcanon #one piece headcanons #zoro x reader #law x reader #fanfiction #fanfiction fluff #fanfic fluff #fluff #headcanon #Renamed

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mikachacha · 7 months

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My oh my (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: You're one of Bada's regular students, she always thought that you're pretty good at dancing and very pretty looking, too. One day she saw you dancing alone and decided to join you, leading into a steamy dance neither could forget.

Warnings: very suggestive theme, language

(A/N: Saw this option winning the poll that I set up and I was itching to write a new story 🥹 Also to atone for my sin of writing Getaway Car earlier 😭🫶)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

You smiled at yourself at the mirror since you were the first one to be there. You're pretty sure that no one would be there until an hour or so, so you had a lot of time to practice this little something you're working on. You began stretching and getting yourself ready so you can begin.

"Okay.. Now we're ready.." you mumbled to yourself after warming up, smiling and connected your phone to the speaker so you can start dancing. You never expected yourself to become interested in dancing but Minah, your best friend, invited you to watch her and her group at JustJerk, you definitely got hooked in. It looked really fun and truth be told, you wanted to keep seeing Bada. She inspired you a lot and you may or may not have a huge crush on her.

You were way too lost in your own little world, dancing to My Oh My by Camilla Cabello that you didn't noticed the door open and Bada has been silently watching you the whole time. Bada couldn't deny that you looked so good dancing oh so sensually to the music. Swaying your hips to the music, your facial expressions matching the mood of the song and just your overall performance drew her in.

"Mind if I join?" Bada asked as the song ended and you could've sworn that you jumped 20 feet off the ground when you heard her speak. Your face was hot and you looked like a tomato when it dawned to you that she was watching you dance.

"Uh y-yeah sure.." you replied timidly, getting all shy when she's around. She smiles at you and stands behind you, watching your face with amusement through the mirror.

"You don't have to be shy around me, Y/N. You did pretty great earlier, so sexy. Mind if I do the male part?" Bada says and it made you blush even more but you nodded nonetheless. Your heart is beating so fast and it felt so hot inside the room all of the sudden even if the ac is on. The effect Bada has on you is insane.

You started the music again and began dancing. Bada did the same, matching your movements. You just let your movements flow with the music, you and Bada were touchy while dancing to the song playing. It felt electric, it felt amazing and you didn't want it to end.

"Fuck.. That was really good, Y/N." Bada praised as the music ended and you grinned, happy that you got a praise from Bada herself. You turned to her, a mischievous smile on your face. Bada cocked her eyebrow as she looks at you, waiting for you to say something.

"If I'm that good, shouldn't I get a reward?" you asked and she chuckles before pushing you against the mirror, pinning your arms above your head and effectively squishing you between the mirror and her body. She smirks, face close to yours.

"Indeed, you should get a reward for that perfomance.. Not only that you have a pretty face, Y/N.. You showed me some moves that are way too seductive for your own good.." Bada speaks and you wanted to melt from her words and from how close your faces are.

"Were you seduced?" you teased. There's no going back now, might as well go all the way in with the flirting. You may score a kiss from Bada and you could pass happily if that happens.

"Definitely, you pretty angel." she smiles and placed a kiss on your lips. It was gentle at first that slowly progressed to passionate kissing. You were full on making out with Bada inside that room and only stopped when you both heard people chattering outside. She lets you go not before stealing a quick kiss before winking.

You shake your head and tried to compose yourself, going at the back and Minah looked at you with a knowing smirk and you looked at her confused.

"You may want to wipe off that lipstick mark near your lips.. We saw everything." Minah whispered and your eyes widened in shock, wiping the said lipstick mark off and mentally kicked yourself for the fact that you made out with Bada and her team saw everything.

"Finally you guys kissed. You don't wanna know how much Bada is simping over you on our group conversations, it's ridiculous.." Cheche butted in which made you and Minah laugh. You're glad that you came early to the studio today.

#bada lee #bada x reader #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader

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plants-are-fun · 4 months

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red

summary: fem reader and Chris have some steamy hanky panky and you have established a real safe word and a fake safe word!

this is my first post ever be nice

warnings: very kinky, NSFW, bdsm-ish? Overstim, pet names, Not proofread, bad grammar and punctuation

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readers pov:

“fuck” Chris mumbles as he pounds into me. To be honest, I’m not sure how I even got into this situation.

We have been friends with benefits for a few months now and what started out as a quick vanilla fuck turned into the most mind blowing, dirty sex I have ever experienced.

a harsh slap comes down on my ass as he takes me from behind. “I asked you a question slut” He says in a tone that I can’t decipher. All I can manage to get out is a whimper, which lead to another slap.

“I said do you like that?” All I let out is a couple of pathetic whimpers as he shoves my face into the pillow.

“yeah you must like that. Your little pussy is clenching around me so good. You must be close huh?” He starts thrusting slower but much harsher as I start to cry. He wraps his hand around my hair and harshly pulls so my back is arched as he leans down to my ear. “You have no excuse to not answer me now that your head is out of the pillows. Do you like what I’m doing to you? Does it feel good?” He whispers.

all I can do is whimper once more and nod my head.

“what a shame. I don’t know if you actually like what I’m doing, so I guess I’ll just do what I want.”

he shoves my head back into the bed, the. Flips me over so he can see my face. Then he quickens his pace so much that I cum on the spot.

my toes curl and I grip the sheets as my orgasm washes over me. He grabs my cheeks and harshly smacks me.

“did you just come? You must not have, because you didn’t ask for permission.” He yells at me as he somehow gets even rougher.

“RED! RED Chris please it’s too much you have to stop it hurts!!” I finally manage to squeak out.

“Oh but baby, you’re clenching against me so much, it must feel so good for you. Plus, I’m not done. You can be a good slut and wait.” He says, flipping me over again.

“Chris please stop. I can’t take it anymore” I sniffle as I start to cry.

my hair is yanked and he smacks my ass and starts to rub my pussy as he continues.

“I let it slide one time because you just came, but I’m obviously too nice to you. What’s my name?”

“SIR!” I scream as I feel my 2nd orgasm approaching.

“That’s right. You don’t get to come any more tonight. I’ll edge you all night if I have to baby” he says.

his hand comes off my clit and his nails dig into my hips as his tip hits my cervix.

I try to struggle. I wiggle away, I try to turn around, I push his hands off of me, I even try to kick him, but to no avail.

“if you keep this up I’ll tie you up and leave a vibrator on you all night until you’re just a mindless fuckdoll.” I clench around him. “Oh would you like that? I bet you would.”.

all I can say is the safe word over and over again. “red.red.red.” With each thrust.

“I love hearing that silly little word, as if it actually does something. Now be quiet.”

it’s going to be a long night.

#christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #bd/sm kink #matt sturniolo #rough cnc #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut #smut

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damn-stark · 8 months

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Chapter 5 Appeasing

Chapter 5 of Sugar

A/N- Such a cute brother and sister relationship, it would be a shame if…

Warning- Swearing, some angst, FLUFF!!, steamy scene, long chapter.

Pairing- Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode- A small part of 2x01

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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“So,” Shoko rolls out slowly and in a teasing tone. “How is it?”

Huh?

You slowly look at her with bewilderment. “How is what?” You probe slowly.

Shoko laughs. “Geto, how is it being with him?”

You blink repeatedly and peer back at the path behind you, at the pond that was no longer visible as you walked down the hill. “Well,” you say as you breathe out. “Since we haven’t been dating long, it’s been good, very good. Suguru is very nice and sweet. We went out on a date the other day.” You glance at her and smile softly. “We went bowling, ate greasy pizza, and talked—”

“Talked huh?” Shoko snickers and nudges you.

You shoot her a pointed gaze and huff out as you gently push her aside. “Yeah. We talked, we got to know each other. And we…kissed…a lot.” You snicker but end up sighing deeply soon thereafter. “There’s only one thing that’s weighing us down…that thing being the fact that Satoru doesn’t know. That’s a real pain in our ass.”

“Surprise him,” Shoko suggests. “He loves surprises.”

You sigh. “Yeah, surprise Satoru, I’m dating your best friend. And your best friend is dating your little sister.” You rub your temple and groan. “Maybe I’ll write it on a cake?” You peek at Shoko, and she chuckles, making you smile and making this stress a bit easier.

“Well once you tell him let me know, I can’t say I’ll jump in a fight,” she jokes. “But I do want to know how he reacts. And if I need to bail you out of anywhere.”

You smile softly at the ground. “Yeah.” You nod. “I’ll let you know.” You proceed to exhale and look at the path ahead with a fading smile.

“So were you planning on not telling me?” Shoko interjects and pulls your attention back to her.

“Huh?”

“Well aren't we girls supposed to tell each other everything?” She explains as she pulls out a cigarette. “Gossip while we do our nails? Or eat ice cream?”

Here you thought she was going to lecture you, scold you for dating her friend. After all she was friends with them first, even if she teases them relentlessly, they’re still her friends, they’re in the same class year too, and when she does go to missions, she goes with them. So you thought she’d be protective of her friends, and were scared of telling her because of it.

“Well,” you scoff softly, and nervously begin to play with your sleeve. “To be honest you kind of scared me too. You’re their friend, I thought you’d be protective of Suguru, so I thought I’d wait to tell you.”

Shoko hums and plops the cigarette in between her lips. “Oh, well, sure they’re my friends,” she says, “but you’re my friend now too. And with Utahime being older, that keeps her away longer now, so I am in need of more girl friends. As you can tell there are a few girls in this damn school, and I can’t tell Geto and your brother everything. Just like I know you can’t possibly tell them everything. So we have to stick together, like you said.”

You sigh with relief. “Well that’s good to know,” you say softly. Plus it does feel good to talk about what went on between Suguru and you a moment ago, you’ve kept it in too long.

“And it’s a big relief,” you continue to say. “I can’t really talk to my other friends anymore since you know they are non-sorcerers, so it’s good that you’re here Shoko Ieiri.”

Said girl smiles and you then hook your arm around hers. “Now,” you add. “What do you want to know?”

Shoko pulls her cigarette out of her mouth and tilts her hand towards you. “Well I do want to know if you can light this for me.”

“Tsk.” However, even with your complaint you proceed to lift your finger and summon fire to light the end of her cigarette. “I do hope that’s not why you want to be closer,” you mumble.

Shoko once again pulls her cigarette to her mouth and shrugs. “What if it was?”

“You’d be an ass, that’s what,” you counter sassily.

Shoko snickers.

“So,” you probe as you throw your arm around her shoulders. “Are you currently pinning on anyone here?”

Shoko drifts her gaze to the side and scoffs. “No. I don’t want to date anyone I live with. You know how painful that'd be? Well perhaps you don’t know, but! It’d be a pain in the ass for me.”

You hum softly and smirk. “Well considering you’re our special doctor wouldn't that be more, I don’t know, easier?” You ask her. “You have to stay here more than anyone, so it’d be easier for you to date someone you live with.”

Shoko shrugs. “Sure,” she says. “But I don’t think I could do it. It’d annoy me. I don’t know how you’re going to do it.”

“Well.” You shrug. “It’s a good thing my brother likes to spend a lot of time with Suguru, right? We’re also in different school years, it keeps us both busy. Plus I don’t mind it much, I think It strengthens our bond…yet if something happens then,” you pause and exhale while you slide your arm off her shoulders to cross them over your chest. “That’d be the real pain. I don’t think I’d be strong enough to face loss like that.”

Shoko stays quiet for a moment before she interjects to assure you. “I wouldn’t worry about that, Geto is strong. Besides, he's always on missions with your brother they look out for one another.”

Yeah, that’s true.

“Plus,” you add and grin at her. “We have you too, doc.”

Shoko smirks and nods. “Exactly!”

You grin brighter and take her arm again to run down the last bit of the hill so you can take her with you to do some training together. However, when you come to the end of the hill, Haibara then crosses your path.

“Oh, y/n there you are,” he says and brings you to a stop with Shoko still beside you. “We’ve been summoned for a mission. Have you seen Nanami?”

You groan and nod stiffly. “Yeah. He should be up the hill with Suguru.”

“Ah,” he says and scratches the back of his head. “I’ll go get him.”

You hum in agreement. “I’ll meet you at the courtyard then,” you let him know, and then watch him as he runs up the hill. Haibara turns as he's running and gives you a brief thumbs up before turning again.

“I don’t understand how he’s always so happy to go to missions,” you point out when he’s out of sight.

“Money?” Shoko suggests, making you snicker.

“That’s true, that’s partially why I do it.” You chuckle.

“What’s the other part?” She asks.

You smirk now. “I get to show off and get stronger.”

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*LATER*

Considering Nanami, Haibara and you are first years, the missions you get sent to aren’t difficult. Well they aren’t supposed to be difficult, but from time to time hard missions slip in because this career isn’t particularly a booming business.

You only hope today's mission is as it was told in your report. It’d be stressing having this turn out to be difficult, you can’t say you’ve fully recovered from that group mission, mentally at least.

Now more than ever you fear what can lurk in the shadows. Now unlike before the tiny hairs on the back of your neck always stand up when you’re out of school, when you’re on a mission. You’re hardly ever alone when you go out just casually, so the fear isn’t suffocating, but when you’re out on missions, even if you have your friends, your fear still crawls up and has a way to make you feel like it’s hard to breathe.

“I still find it pretty impressive that the school has the power to block out entire train stations,” you interject as you walk under the caution tape.

“Well you know it’s not just the school,” Nanami says as he leads the way. “Besides, it’s not hard to lie when people are pretty guilliable. They’ll believe anything.”

You hum in agreement and stretch out your arms upward before you groan in complaint and bend down to squeeze your foot.

“I don’t know why you keep insisting on wearing those boots,” Nanami grumbles, catching you by surprise. “You’re always complaining.”

Aw he’s noticed?!

“I just need to break them in,” you counter and quickly stand back up to catch up at his side.

“That’s what you said last time too,” Haibara points out.

You peer over at him and shoot him a pointed glare. “They’re cute,” you remark to the both of them. “And they’re Chanel.��

“I doubt Chanel had curse killing missions in mind when making those shoes,” Nanami counters. “Next time wear more comfortable boots.”

You grin and throw your arm around his shoulders. “Don’t be such a worrywart my friend. I’ll be fine. Beauty is pain after all.”

Haibara chuckles at your comment and Nanami drifts his gaze to you and groans.

“Not worried,” he mumbles. “It’s just annoying.”

You playfully roll your eyes and peer over at Haibara to share a knowing look. You both know he’s really worried.

“Just focus now,” Nanami adds and makes your arm slide off his shoulders with a gentle push.

You exhale deeply and nod slowly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. We’re looking for a curse that’s messing with the trains here at Shibuya station. Won’t be hard for us!” You exclaim smugly.

“Yes I like the way you think, y/n,” Haibara encourages you. “We’ll make light work of this and get some tapioca drinks after!”

You clap. “Yes! I like that plan. It’s like you read my mind Haibara!” You then proceed to high five each other whilst Nanami jumps down to the train tracks to follow the path that was given to you by your manager. Haibara and you don’t hesitate to follow, but this time, you make sure to wander over in between Nanami and Haibara. It feels safer walking in between them. It gives your mind a calming sense.

“So what are you going to do about Satoru?” Nanami cuts in. “Are you going to keep him in the dark forever?”

Your smile fades and that worry once again makes itself present front and center in your mind. “Well,” you sigh and pull your sleeve over your hand. “No, but I haven’t found the courage to tell him yet.”

“Tell him what?” Haibara questions since he doesn’t know about Suguru and you.

“Geto and y/n are dating,” Nanami just flat out says without even letting you speak. Tsk.

“What?” Haibara asks as he snaps his head to you to look at you with disbelief. “Since when?”

You huff in annoyance. “Since New Years,” you share.

Haibara blinks and stays in disbelief before his lips widen to a smile. “Well that’s good, no? I think we deserve to indulge ourselves in some sort of happiness.”

You can’t help but smile at his comment, but that doesn’t last considering the shadow that casts over you. “Yeah, you’re right, but Satoru doesn’t know yet, so Suguru and I would appreciate it if you pretended not to know. Just until we tell my brother.”

Haibara’s smile fades and his eyes widen with shock again. “What?” He stammers. “Why?”

“Because I don’t know how he’ll react, I need to think of what to say first, I need to test the waters,” you explain desperately. “Just please don’t say a thing. Just for now.”

Haibara scratches the back of his head and looks at you nervously. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it a secret if your brother confronts me about it.”

You shake your head. “He won’t confront you about it if you don’t make it obvious,” you argue. “Just pretend like you don’t know. Like before.”

“Well Geto and you make it obvious,” Nanami points out.

You shoot him a sideeye. “You’re not helping,” you grumble.

Nanami simply shrugs, making you groan before you look over at Haibara to try and assure him with a reassuring look. “We won’t hide it from my brother forever, okay? So don’t worry. Just…pretend like you know nothing.”

Haibara lets out a deep exhale and looks at you nervously. Yet before can assure you Nanami cuts in. “This is the place.”

You had been so focused on other matters that you hadn’t taken note of how dark it is in the tunnel. How eerie it all looks since the walls are tagged, the lights on the walls are dim, and the train is parked in the center before it could even reach its designated spot, making the station's tunnel look haunted almost. Which it kind of is in a way.

“Well this fucker must be hiding well,” you point out as you slowly walk away from your group in search of the damned curse. “I can’t—” you come to an abrupt stop as you then sense it just under the middle of the train.

“Just like we practiced?” You whisper as you creep towards the curse.

Nanami nods in agreement, and Haibara responds, “yes. I’m ready.”

Nanami then proceeds to depart from where he is to get his spot. You look ahead and begin to feel your pounding heart, you feel more chills go up and down your spine. It feels like your throat is only closing up more, but you continue to move forward. You won’t get strong otherwise.

“Little curse, little curse,” you taunt and slowly come to a stop just before you can reach the middle cart. “Where. Are. You,” you say and bend down to look under.

Just like you predicted, the curse is there. It’s an ugly small and red blob with one eye and just two arms.

“Remember no property damage y/n,” Nanami reminds you.

You pout at the curse in response to your reminder, whilst you also hide your hands behind your back. “So you’ve been causing the trouble huh?” You ask it. “Oh well.”

Without warning the curse lunges at you, but you had already been using your technique to summon the air in the tunnel to your hand. So just before the curse can hit you, you twirl the air around your body before you have it wrap around the curse, so you can then whip it over to Haibara.

The curse isn’t weak so as to go down with your air whip like other small curses who get cut in half and die, so all your action does is weaken it some bit.

When it reaches Haibara, he swings his fist and punches the red curse, decreasing the curses strength, so he makes sure to hit towards Nanami.

When the curse reaches Nanami, he just makes one swift swing with his blade and exorcizes the curse once and for all.

However, you aren’t done yet, there’s still one more left. This one is stronger and smarter, it seems since you don’t know where it hides.

Thus you stand up straight, and have your fire lie beneath the surface of your fingertips, making them glow. You then press your fingers against the train's walls and slowly walk down it, hoping to lure the curse out with your cursed techinque.

Alas it takes a while, the curse is well hidden. It’s not until you reach the end of the train that you’re hit with the strong sense that it’s there, lurking somewhere inside the train?

You face the train wall and squint your gaze, you lift your hand to use your fire, but just before you can expel it out you suddenly freeze as you see a pair of wide red eyes begin to take shape on the train's surface. You want to move, react, but you can’t move a muscle, you can’t breathe, you’re stuck remembering how that one curse trapped in you it’s mirror domain.

The curse takes a clearer shape, it’s green, and its long body slowly gets painted on the train's surface.

“Late, late,” it speaks and opens its mouth as it reaches out for you.

You try to move your body so you can at least step away, but you remain stuck there. You watch it as it drags its body out of the train, and feel your memories race faster in your head, numbing every sense.

“Y/N!” You hear Nanami shout.

You gasp and blink as you snap from your stupor at the sound of your name coming out of your friend's mouth. You then manage to throw your hand up and clutch onto the curses skinny neck. Now rather than surprise, along with the fear, you fill with rage, causing a firemade snake to slither out of your palm and wrap around the curses head, before it opens its jaw and sinks its fire made fangs in the curses flesh.

Since your action was sudden and unexpected, born out of fear and anger, you jump back and make the fire-made snake disappear.

The curse swings its claw at you, and tries to float to you, but it stops as it then starts sweating profusely and smoke begins to come out of its head. Instead it begins to claw at its body and looks more confused. But that’s only for a bit because it then looks at you and once again tries to lunge you.

However, this time before you can react, or before it can get you a fist goes through its head, bringing it to a quick stop. You look to your side and find relief in seeing Haibara.

He shoots you a small assuring smile before he pulls his fist out of the curse, causing it to explode and then die.

“Haibara,” you breathe out before you hug him. “Thank you. You saved me.”

Your friend pats your back. “It was a team effort,” he says. “Plus I think you did most of the work, the inside of that thing was hot.”

You pull back and face him to nod. “Yes. It’s an ability I haven’t been able to fully manifest, it only comes out when I’m scared, or angry, sometimes. It’s a fire-made snake; with a single bite it can start to eat away at someone or something's cursed energy while it also boils their blood.”

Haibara looks at you with surprise. “Well that’s impressive.”

You step back and shrug. “I suppose.” You turn and face Nanami as he puts away his blade now that you’re officially done. “I’m sorry, I faltered.”

Nanami lifts his eyes and meets your gaze. “Don’t worry about it,” he assures you, or at least that’s how you understand him to be. “You’re uninjured and the curses are excorized…We’re done here, let’s go get some tapioca drinks before we go home.”

You smile softly and nod in agreement. He’s not one for friendly affection like Haibara or Shoko, but he’s not some emotionless robot either, he cares, he just disguises it by acting all nonchalant most of the time.

“Yay!” You exclaim and feel at ease now.

You proceed to grab Haibara’s arm as you begin to head out. And on your way out of the station you take your phone out and text Suguru first. Usually the first person you text after a mission is Satoru since he tells you to let him know once you’re finished, just so he can know. But this time you forget all about him.

You: Getting some Tapioca drinks on our way home, want one? My treat :)

A few minutes pass and your phone gets an alert, so you quickly check and smile as you see his name. Or the name you put for him. Ha.

Sugar: Sure. I'm fine with what you get. Thanks

You: ;) will be home soon….let’s meet in my room? Can you?

You don’t close your phone this time, you wait anxiously, and feel as if time seems to move slowly. Which is quite painful, but a message then pops in.

Sugar: I can make that work :)

You press your phone against your lips and smile gleefully.

The rest of the way home is a restless one, one message from one person completely got you excited, and awoke a new gush of energy that had been previously drained in that small mission. Once you get past the school barriers you particularly run to your dorm, hoping that Suguru did get to do as you asked, and also hoping that Satoru didn’t run into him. Or doesn’t run into you.

What if your brother is waiting outside your room? Even worse, what if Suguru was waiting in your room and Satoru barged in to wait for you in your room, because he likes to do that shit! He just goes into your room without warning just to annoy you.

Fuck. With that in mind now you actually run. Luckily when you enter your hall the only one you see outside your door is Suguru.

The moment he notices you he pushes himself away from the wall he was leaning on, and slowly begins to smile at you as he watches you walk towards him.

“Hey, you’re here,” you greet him with relief and out of breath.

“I did say, didn't I?” He says.

You offer him a wider smile and once you’re before him the first thing you do is press a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Here,” you interject and hand him his drink. “Your drink, as promised.”

Suguru carefully takes the cup and looks at you with his eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion. “Did you run here?” He asks.

You smirk and turn to open your door. “I was excited to see you.” You flash him a sly grin before you walk in your room. “No, I mean I was excited to see you,” you explain yourself while you walk to the entrance of your room and begin to kick off your boots. “But actually I had this sudden fear that Satoru had found you here.” You giggle nervously. “So I ran.”

Suguru closes the door after him as he hums in comprehension. “I think he went out,” he says. “But that was a while ago. I don’t know. We should be okay though, I just told him to text me when he got home.”

You struggle to take off your left boot, so you put all your force on kicking it off. So when it does pop off you stumble back. Thankfully Suguru is quick and casually catches you, and pushes you back up.

“Thanks, nice catch!” You compliment him before you take his hand, since he quickly slipped off his own shoes, and pull him over to sit on the edge of your bed. “Anyway, sorry am I cutting in between your bromance?” You tease Suguru while you place your drink down on the nightstand. “You can go to him if you want. Wouldn't want you to get all gloomy because you haven’t seen him.”

Suguru scoffs softly and puts his own cup down on the floor after he takes a big drink. “I see him all the time,” he rebuttals. “We’ll be okay.”

You grin and lay on your bed with your legs leaning against the wall and your head hanging off the edge of your bed. Whilst Suguru just leans back on your bed.

“How was your mission?” He asks.

You sigh. “It was short,” you let him know as you rest your hands on your chest. “Not much to it. But I did…” you hesitate and look up at the ceiling. “Freeze up when a curse came out from hiding.” You weren’t going to share your lack of strength and bravery, you want him to just know that you’re okay, that you’re doing better. But you then think about it, and how will this relationship work if you don’t talk about the bad and the good?

You’re not new at this relationship thing. You’ve had a boyfriend before, so it’s because of that past experience that you want a relationship where you can communicate, where you can have that trust in each other to share what pains you, just the same way you share the good. You want to trust him and you want him to trust you. That won’t work if you don’t share.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks right away and leans forward to meet your gaze with concern.

You offer him an assuring smile and nod. “Yeah,” you assure him, but pause nonetheless to sit up and face him better. “I managed to counter attack before it could hurt me,” you continue to say. “And then Haibara exorized it.” You the look down, feeling the sudden need to lay your head on his lap.

Thus before you can continue you shift your body and lay on his lap. “Is this okay?” You make sure to ask considering you’re still getting to know each other's boundaries now that you’re dating.

Suguru smiles brightly. “Of course.”

You smile softly and once again rest your hands on your chest. But now albeit, without having to ask, Suguru scoops up one of your hands to gently cup it and caress it. The simple gesture makes your heart skip a beat and causes you to smile bashfully.

“You just need to breathe,” Suguru tells you as he drifts the conversation back to what you were speaking about. “Remember that you’re not there anymore. You’re safe. When you’re out on missions you can’t afford to take a minute to do much, but just breathe okay? Exhale. Tell yourself once that you aren’t in danger anymore.”

Your smile completely falls and you can’t help your eyes from watering. “And if…I can’t do it?” You share shakily. “If I can’t recollect myself and something gets me? Or worse it ends up hurting Haibara or Nanami? I don’t want to be a burden or the cause of either of their deaths.”

Suguru shakes his head. “That won’t happen,” he says softly. “Because you won’t let it happen. Because you’re strong, because you don’t want to feel that grief, or have them suffer the way you did. That’s why it won’t happen, that’s why you’ll fight through your fear….and as to you. Nanami or Haibara won’t let you get hurt, Satoru would never let you get hurt. I won’t ever let you get hurt or taken again. Never again.”

Your breath catches, and the corner of your lips tug upward to show a soft smile. Suguru lets your hand go to caress your cheek as he offers you a kind smile. You hold his gaze for a moment with awe and gratitude, but only for a moment because you then can’t help yourself or your desire. You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck to embrace him. To feel his warmth, and bask in how safe he makes you feel.

Suguru wraps his arm around you and presses a kiss on the top of your head, making you tilt your head up to meet his soft, but dark eyes that seem to gleam with happiness. You could get lost in them, you almost do, but you then glance down at what you desire before you steal a short kiss from his soft lips.

He smiles softly and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again.

You flash him a bigger smile and nod. “I’m feeling better now.” You then grin and kiss him again.

This time Suguru makes sure to kiss you back, he’s gentle and slow. At first. Through your racing hearts, and caution to make sure the other one was fine with what was going on, Suguru intensifies the kiss like a fuel to a fire; he burns hotter with desire. He parts your lips slowly with his tongue, making your breath hitch, and your racing heart to then pang against your chest before it feels like it just stops.

What is going on you wonder?

You don’t stop, no you can’t, you don’t want to either. You’re entranced by this…this burning heat, by the taste of his mouth, by his nice smell that clings onto every perimeter of him.

Your friends teased you before, but it’s only now that you’re actually giving into a passion they thought they walked into. It’s now, at this moment, that you feel sparks going off. You feel fucking ecstatic, everything is rushing inside you now. Your blood, your heart, your burning desire.

You try to match his heat, you hold onto him tighter and can’t help but slide over to sit on his lap. Suguru pulls back and cups your cheeks. You're afraid he’s going to stop, but he just catches his breath and pulls you in for more.

Time ceases to exist after that, some time passes but you don’t actually pay attention to anything else but Suguru, until you both just end up laying on your bed with you clung around him, and your head snuggled against his neck.

Sure there will be other moments in your relationship that will contradict you, but that doesn’t matter right now because at this very moment you haven’t felt more alive than right now with Suguru.

“You’re very warm,” Suguru points out.

You smile lazily. “It’s a me thing,” you mutter against him. “Albeit I wish it actually worked to keep me warm. I’d never have to wear so many layers.”

“It’s a good thing you know how to wear all those layers.” He says.

You laugh softly. “Don’t feed into my ego. It’s already big enough,” you interject. “Now why don’t we do this again sometime?”

“I can later?” Suguru suggests. “At night. Tomorrow Satoru and I will be gone all day.”

“That works for me,” you whisper. “We can watch a movie too. Eat some ramen.”

“Sounds like a date. I’ll bring the ramen.” He chuckles.

You smile and close your eyes just to rest them. “How romantic,” you mumble.

“Oh, and you provide the candlelight, only you don’t need candles you can just use you.” Suguru teases, making you laugh dryly.

“You’re a comedian now?” You grumble.

He laughs, and you just roll your eyes. You proceed to stay quiet and take advantage of how he makes you feel to sleep without worry.

However you do hear his camera click and you end up opening your eyes before you tilt your head up to look at him.

“Did you just take a picture?” You ask softly with a growing smile.

“Yeah,” he mumbles and looks down at you. “Look.” He tilts his phone down to show you the picture he just took of you embracing him with your eyes closed, and him smiling as he rests his chin on the top of your head.

“That’s so cute!” You exclaim and lift your hand to click the options button to make it his wallpaper. “Cuter. Now you’ll have me everywhere you go.” You snicker.

Suguru laughs softly and then asks, “do you want me to send it to you?”

Before you can answer, your door shakes, before there he is. “Hey, why is it locked? open up!”

Suguru and you both shoot up in a panic and share a horrified look as your hearts sink and your stomachs twist.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whisper and almost throw yourself out of your bed. “Just hold on!” You yell out at Satoru, who once again tries to open the door.

Suguru tip toes over to grab his shoes, and you quickly but quietly rush to the window to open it for Suguru to escape out of.

The door shakes again and your heart skips a beat. Why is he so fucking desprate to get in?!

Suguru doesn’t even put his shoes on, he holds them and rushes to the window. You help speed the progress and push him out, catching Shoko outside her room with a cigarette in her hand. She looks between Suguru and you with no reaction, until she breaks into laughter.

You don’t even react, you quickly pull back in your room, shut the window and then run over to open the door for your brother.

“What took you so long?” He asks as he just welcomes himself in.

“I was sleeping,” you just say the first thing that comes to mind.

Satoru kicks his shoes off and the first thing he does is sit on your bed and pick up your drink from the nightstand. “Oh, Tapioca!” He exclaims and takes a big drink from your cup, causing your eyes to widen as you notice Suguru’s cup still on the floor.

Fuck. Fuck!

You run over and sit on your bed, making sure to cover the cup behind your legs as your brother finishes your drink in one go before he throws himself on your bed.

“Need something?” You ask as you try to play off your nervousness.

Satoru shakes his head stiffly. “Nope. Hey, were you talking to someone just now?” He asks, making you stiffen. “I swear I heard a voice.”

Damn.

“Nope!” You exclaim. “No. Well Shoko…on the phone.”

Satoru snorts. “Why don’t you just hang out like normal people? I swear, it’s a miracle you guys don’t talk on the phone while you’re next to each other.”

You feign a laugh and carefully take the cup behind your legs to tuck it under your bed.

“Have you seen Suguru?” Satoru asks and makes your breath catch.

It’s a good thing he’s looking up or else he definitely would have caught your reaction and known something was up.

“No,” you try to act normal. “Nope, why?”

“Because I haven’t seen him,” he says.

You shrug nonchalantly and lean back on your bed. “If it bothers you, then text him.”

Satoru stays quiet for a moment before he suddenly sits up and whips out his phone. “That’s right!” He exclaims. “He told me to text him.” He turns his phone on and you see him manage to swiftly find Suguru’s contact—“Let’s do that now.” He says.

You try to peek, but he lays back down and moves his hands in a way where you can’t see what he’s typing. Damn!

“Anyway, I’m bored!” He adds after he’s done texting, and throws himself back on the bed. “We should go do something. Are you hungry?”

You lay back beside him and watch the ceiling above your head.

Of course he just came to bother you. You really need to set up boundaries now.

“Sure,” you go along with him not just because you are hungry, but because he already barged and ruined your day with Suguru, so why the hell not. “Sushi? Or?” You ask and tilt your head down to face him

“Yeah,” he says and tilts his head to the side to meet your gaze behind his shades. “I’m down for sushi.”

Shit. At the mere sight of him in this position, you remember your childhood and the way you’d lay down on his bed just like this when you were a scared little girl. And because of that gentle memory you then feel something pang in your chest, hard. It aches in a terrible way. But what is it?

You can’t identify it yet, it’s not clear, but it aches when you look at him. Especially when you’re laying down like this.

Thus you get up and quickly make sure to be on your way. You try to distract yourself from that aching feeling, but it gnaws at you. It keeps you quiet as you walk out of the school grounds just the two of you.

“So how was your mission?” Your brother breaks the silence you couldn’t seem to break. Because everytime you wanted to say something a…lump crawled to your throat, and your stomach twisted, making you nauseous.

“It was okay,” you give him a simple answer, a bit too dry for your liking. “Short, thankfully.”

“Yeah?” He asks. “You didn’t text me after,” he points out.

Shit! That’s right!

You clench your fists and mentally groan. It only comes to you now that you were supposed to text him. Shit.

“You do okay? You didn’t have trouble?” He probes before from the corner of your eye you catch him tilting his head down your way.

You swallow back nervously and answer. “Some, but I'm okay.”

Satoru turns his head to look at you better. “Yeah?” He queries with concern.

You look over and meet his gaze to smile and nod. “Yeah.”

This is when it hits you, as you’re looking at his face, answering a question he asked with genuine concern. It’s guilt. That gnawing, that ache. It’s fucking guilt that you feel for lying.

How can you keep lying to him?

No, not lying, hiding the truth. How long can you keep that up?

He who you care for most in this world. He can be annoying, bratty and he pisses you off a lot of the time, but he’s still your brother, he’s your family, the only one who actually cares about you; the only one who ever cared.

After your parents had him, you were a surprise they didn’t want but came to terms with. So you were never their priority, Satoru made you his priority. He and your caretaker Belinda are the only ones who are really ingrained in your brain as good parts of your childhood. Your parents are marked in your brain because they’re bad memories you’ll never be able to get rid of.

So how can you hide the fact that you’re dating Suguru from your brother?

You think of that question all the way to the restaurant. You keep up short conversations, but that question doesn’t leave your mind, or let’s you be yourself.

“Hey,” Satoru snaps you from your stupor whilst he also pokes your hand with his chopstick. “You’ve been unusually quiet,” Satoru continues. “Did something happen? Did Yaga piss you off? Or did you drink too much Tapioca?”

You laugh breathlessly and shake your head. “No, and you drank all my Tapioca.”

Satoru snickers. “Yeah it was good.”

You roll your eyes playfully and then look down at your plate to take your chopsticks off the table. You continue to stay quiet, but this time you begin to debate whether to tell him now or not. He doesn’t look mad, he doesn’t sound it either, it’s just the two of you, so it would be a good chance.

But Suguru isn’t here, you haven’t even let him know that you’re going to tell Satoru. You agreed to tell him together.

But can you really wait a moment longer?

“They’re going to have a rerun of Fight Club next week at the theater near here,” Satoru mentions. “We should go watch it.”

You take a bite from your piece of sushi and glance at him to nod. “Yeah. That sounds cool.” You then glance back at your food and chew what’s in your mouth slowly before you bring up something else.

“Oh, the firemade snake came out today.”

Satoru looks up and raises his eyebrow. “Really? That’s cool, but you need to stop naming it that. Think of calling it something, like…” he trails off to think. “Well…I’ll have to think about that, but something definitely scary. Too bad your name is already taken by you.” He smirks at you.

You feign a laugh and because of his comment you reach over and steal a piece of his sushi. He tries to fight you off with his chopsticks but you lean over and shove it in your mouth. As you sit back you smile at him proudly, but that comes to a quick end as you can’t stop feeling or thinking of your fucking guilt.

“What’s up?” Satoru surprises you by saying. “You’ve been off since we left school.”

Satoru Gojo has never been good at reading people, he spent his life being spoiled and getting looked over, so reading other people’s emotions is one thing he isn’t good at. Albeit you’re the exception, ever since you can remember he’s always known how to read you. He knows when you’re angry, happy. He knows how to make you laugh when you’re upset, he tries to help in the best way he can. He was—is like a third parent after all, so he knows how to read you.

Still he always seems to catch you off guard when he notices if you’re upset. Even more so now.

“I…” you trail off and swallow thickly. You avert your gaze and begin to tap the chopsticks on the plate. “Well….you need to promise you won’t get mad. At anyone.” You slowly lift your gaze and see him begin to look at you confused.

“I can’t swear that, especially when there’s more people involved—”

“Satoru, please,” you cut him off.

Your brother sits back and takes his shades off before he crosses his arms over his chest. “Fine,” he grumbles.

You don’t believe him but you continue to try and finally share the truth. However, you do end up taking some time, which makes your brother impatient.

“Spit it out already.”

Suguru and you wanted to tell him together but you can’t hold back, and maybe this will go over easier if you tell Satoru alone first.

“Su…” you interlace your hands together and slowly meet his blue eyes. “Suguru and I are dating…”

For the first time ever you see Satoru freeze, he doesn’t part his lips, he doesn’t move his arms or blink, he just stares at you blankly. And that only makes you insanely more nervous, but at least now that guilt filled weight that was over your chest is finally off. Yet it still feels like you need to puke.

“Satoru,” you whisper and lean over the table.

Said man finally blinks and slowly unfolds his arms from his chest. He continues to remain quiet and instead he slowly begins to clench his jaw and narrow his gaze to a glare.

“Really?” He whispers and drops his head. “In front of my sushi too…damn.” He rubs his face before he lifts his head and looks at you with that narrowed glare. “I thought I told you he was off limits,” he finally breaks his silence.

Fuck. Your eyes are beginning to sting, you don’t like when he's upset at you.

“I know,” you mutter and sit back to grab the edge of your seat. “But I don’t know…he just snuck up on me…and when he saved me that day I don’t know…something changed.”

“Then it’s just gratitude?” Satoru counters in an upset tone. “That’s all it is. You’re just grateful that he saved you. It won’t work—”

“Satoru,” you cut him off in your defense. “It’s not gratitude, I mean I’m thankful, but there’s so much more as to why I like him. He…he’s kind, he makes me feel safe—”

“I make you feel safe,” Satoru interjects and leans over as he points at himself. “You don’t need him.”

“But you’re my brother, it's different!” You exclaim so you can get your word across. “You’re not going to be with me forever. I want to have a life outside of just killing curses, I don’t want to be lonely, and he fills that void.”

“You’re not alone,” Satoru argues. “You have me, Shoko, Nanami, Haibara.”

You shake your head. “That’s not the same, and you know it,” you don’t give up. “Satoru, he’s good to me, you don’t need to worry, he…” you pause and smile. “He’s like a light. I don’t know if you’ll understand, but he’s like the sun. I didn’t know I had been living in the dark until the day everything shifted with me and him. After that I was no longer in the shadows.”

Satoru sighs deeply and shares a disgusted expression before he props his elbows on the table to drop his head on his hands.

“I’m sorry,” you interject softly. “I know I shouldn’t have, I know you’re mad. You have every right to be…” you trail off and just watch him and let him take his time.

However, he doesn’t need time, it seems he’s gathered all his thoughts. He just doesn’t face you, he drops one arm back to his side and continues to rest his head on the other hand. “You know what this means right?” He asks quietly.

You shake your head. “No,” you whisper.

“That if something happens I’d side with you,” he shares, catching you off guard and making you freeze now.

It was expected, but it’s still a surprise. Something you also don’t want.

“No,” you argue. “I won’t ever ask you to pick sides. He’s your best friend.”

“And you're my sister,” he adds and finally tilts his head up to look at you, making you sit up straight and blink away your tears—“It’s my job to look out for you even when it comes to my friends,” he says. “I’m just looking out for you, y/n. It’s not that I don’t trust Suguru, because I do. More than anyone, but,” he sighs. “I wanted to keep my friends and my family separate for many reasons.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble with tears filling your eyes.

“I’m not mad,” he shares softly. “I’m more mad at myself that I didn’t see it.”

Tears break out of your eyes and crawl down your cheeks. “If you don’t approve, Satoru, I will end things. What you think matters to me,” you admit shakily.

Satoru lifts his head off his chin, and his anger falls but is replaced by a frown. “I can’t do that to you,” he says softly. “If he—god. If he makes you happy then I’ll approve. I won’t resent you or Suguru, just…give me some time to get used to it. So don’t be, I don’t know, lovey dovey together around me.”

You let out a sigh of relief and lean over to take your hand in his. “You mean it?” You make sure.

Satoru sighs and nods stiffly. “Sure.”

More tears stream down your face, but this time they're tears of relief and happiness.

“Please don’t cry,” he grumbles. “That's so weird. People are gonna think I did something to you.”

You can’t help your excitement and basically jump out of your seat to go embrace him. “Thank you,” you whisper. “I love you.”

Satoru lets you hug him for a moment, but he then pulls out of the embrace. “Okay that’s enough. Now let’s go home. I need to talk to Suguru.”

You swallow back nervously and don’t argue, you finish what remains of your food, with some tension now, but quickly finish before heading out. And again you feel nauseous, that’s something that hasn't left, especially now that Satoru is going to speak with Suguru.

You: I told Satoru about us by the way, I couldn’t keep it in, sorry

You close your phone and wait impatiently while you make your way back home in front of your brother. Luckily, Suguru doesn’t take long to respond.

Sugar: oh…well that’s okay. How did he take it?

You quickly text back.

You: He says he’s not mad, but he is upset. I think we just caught him by surprise. He approved though, he wants to talk to you.

While you wait you then text Shoko. You need your girlfriend to gossip with, and well to spy with too. Satoru won’t let you listen in when he talks with his best friend, so you’ll listen in from afar!

You to Shoko: Told Satoru about Suguru and I, we’re on our way home and he’s going to talk to Suguru. Be ready.

As you send that, Suguru texts you back.

Sugar: I expected that much. Well you better wish me luck.

You laugh softly.

You: Oh I’m sure you’ll win.

Shoko texts you back quickly, so you send Suguru his message and read the next.

Shoko: I've been ready. I’ll meet you halfway through the entrance.

You: alright!

Suguru then sends you back a message so you click it quickly.

Sugar: I’m not fighting your brother, he does get a bit hard headed though so let’s hope he doesn’t make things difficult.

You: Yeah, true. Well you know how to talk to him so I’m sure you’ll handle it. If anything happens though just text me.

It seems that Suguru was waiting on his phone because he’s fast with his replies now.

Sugar: I will…you’ll be worth it though

You smile all giddily and quickly type back.

You: You sweet talking me?

Sugar: :)

You grin.

You: Damn you’re making me impatient for later. That’s still happening yeah?

Sugar: Of course. What movie?

You: Any…not like I’ll watch it though.

Sugar: elaborate

You: you know what I mean ;)

Sugar: I want you tell me

Your face burns at his message, and your heart begins to skip a beat.

You: Well you know what? I like the thought of you thinking about it

You smirk and leave it at that as you approach home. And of course as expected when you finally pass the entrance Suguru is already waiting for the both of you.

You would smile but Satoru isn’t in the best mood, it’ll only upset him more, so you just wave at Suguru before you just leave them behind. You don’t even look back, you pick up your pace and without fault Shoko is already where she said she’d be with a smirk on her face, and a cigarette in her mouth.

“So Juliet,” she teases. “How’d it go? You going to drink poison or?”

You roll your eyes and pull the cigarette out of her mouth. “You’re going to give us away. And no!” You laugh. “He said he approved, he just needs to come to terms with it.”

Shoko scoffs. “He acts like Suguru is his ex or something.” She giggles. “Get over what? He needs to get over himself. You’re almost an adult, you can make your own decisions.”

You hook your arm around hers and shrug whilst you walk into the woods to follow the path so as to not get seen by Suguru or Satoru. “I know, but he’s just being protective, that's all.”

Shoko sighs. “I suppose that’s true.”

Since you didn’t wander far, you spot Suguru and Satoru quickly; they’re sitting down on a bench and talking too quietly.

“Let’s get closer,” you whisper and try to step forward, but Shoko grabs your hand and pulls you back.

“Do you want to get caught? Satoru has six eyes, remember? Just use your technique or something?”

You shoot her a pointed look and scoff. “My technique doesn’t work like that. Why don’t you heal me so I can listen better, huh?”

Shoko playfully pushes you before she rebuttals. “Mine doesn’t work like that either. I guess we’re just shit out of luck.”

You pout and throw your arms around her to pout harder. “I just want to hear what they’re saying,” you whine.

Shoko grabs your hands and begins to drag you back towards the dorms without much of a fight. “Just ask your boyfriend later.”

You wait for that later and it doesn’t come until a few hours later. Actually that’s the first thing you ask him when he comes into your room.

“What did Satoru say?”

Suguru lets you pull him in your room, and chuckles softly. “Oh yeah I'm excited to see you too.”

“I saw you earlier,” you quickly brush him off. “Tell me, my nerves have been killing me!” You exclaim while you sit Suguru down next to you and wait.

“He just told me that if it comes to it that he’d pick you,” he shares. “Which I said I understood.”

“Uhuh.”

“And he threatened me—”

You roll your eyes and cut him off. “Empty threats,” you assure him.

“He…” Suguru pauses and meets your gaze with a soft smile. “He said that he trusts me regardless if he’s upset that I’m dating you. And that if it did have to be anyone here, he’s glad it was me.”

You slowly grin and hug Suguru. “That’s good! I'm happy.”

Suguru holds your arms and kisses the top of your head. “He still is mad though, so tomorrow should be fun.” He sighs.

“He’ll get over it,” you assure him. “He loves you too much to stay mad.” You let him know and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I’m happy that he approved. That he said those things to you.”

“Me too,” he says softly before he kisses you on your lips. “Now why don’t we get the water heated, and the movie started.”

“Someone’s eager,” you tease him as you pull away.

“Well you did leave me wondering,” he rebuttals. “I’m curious to know.”

You approach the kettle and turn it on before you look back. “Why don’t you come over here and find out?”

Suguru smiles wider and gets off the bed to close the gap between you by wrapping his arms around your neck and kissing you. You turn around and wrap your arms around him to beam at him as you let him kiss you.

Once again you’ve never felt more alive than now, with him.

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*A COUPLE MONTHS LATER. SPRING*

“Next, the explosion that occurred in Hamamatsu, Shizuoka. Our reporter on the site says it was caused because degradation of gas pipes caused an explosion. Let’s hear from him…”

“That’s where Suguru, Satoru and Shoko went,” you point to the tv as you pick up a piece of food from your plate to take a bite.

“How much do you want to bet they forgot they’re veil,” Nanami points out while he picks up his drink off the table to take a sip

You snicker and shake your head. “I won’t bet because I know for a fact that they did,” you say. “As to who?”

“Satoru,” Nanami, Haibara, and you name at the same, knowing exactly how your brother was.

“Well expect Yaga to be in a grumpy mood,” Nanami says.

You roll your sleeve up and show off the red dragon mark on your right arm that you managed to fully manifest. It took a lot of patience and work, but with help from your learning you managed to have a red dragon wrap around your arm. Now you can tap into it to use your fire technique, which has already proved to be easier and useful!

Albeit it does look like a tattoo so it’s not welcomed in the mundane non-sorcerer eyes. Which sucks ass.

“Do you want to get in trouble,” Nanami scolds you and rolls your sleeve back down.

You groan and pout in defeat. “It’s getting hot wearing sleeves all day,” you complain. “I need to take off my sleeves.”

Nanami sighs. “Well you’ll have to deal with it because you can’t be waving that thing around non-sorcerers,” he spats.

“They’ll think you’re a part of some gang,” Haibara whispers.

You grab your drink and take a long sip. “I basically am.” You say after you swallow.

“What about wraps?” Haibara suggests. “You can wrap your marked arm after missions.”

You meet his gaze across the table and smile. “Yeah, that’d work too. I mean it’d be very repetitive but it would work. Thanks Haibara.” You smile at him.

Said man mirrors your smile. “Of course,” he says.

You then take another bite of your food before you cross your leg over the other and sit back on the chair, causing your long white skirt that you customized to your uniform, to get stuck in between your legs since it does have long slits down the sides, (making it easier for you to move without having to be restricted by a tight skirt!). And since you wear a tight black jumpsuit you unfortunately don’t show any skin, you just get hot now that the weather is getting warmer.

“Anyway,” you interject with a smile. “Can we go shopping after breakfast? There’s some cute clothes I want to get.”

“No,” Nanami answers before Haibara could think of it. “Go alone.”

You groan. “Going alone is so boring! And you guys are already here! Please Nanamin!” You beg and lean over to grab his arm. “Just like an hour?”

Nanami shakes his head. “We went with you last week. we’re going home. All of us, unless you want to go alone.”

Tsk.

You sit back and just pout in defeat. After all there's no way you’re going alone. Unless!

You to Shoko: Shopping me and you, baby? I’m around the store already, I’ll meet you here?

Only a few seconds pass and she answers back.

Shoko: I would love to baby, but thanks to your brother we all got in trouble, so we can’t go out. Only for missions :(

There’s no point asking Suguru either. What a bummer!

You to Sugar: On my way home. :(

You finish the rest of your meal and get an answer back.

Sugar: Why the frown?

You: Cause I have no one to go shopping with, the guys don’t want to, and Shoko and you are in trouble!

You chug the rest of your drink, and get an answer back in the meanwhile.

Sugar: Oh damn that’s rough :(

You scoff.

You: You suck. Texting Naoya Zen’in rn! Maybe he can go shopping with me.

This time you get Suguru to call you. He says he’s not the jealous type, but he always calls or texts back immediately when you make comments like those.

“Helloo!” You greet happily as you get off your seat with the guys trailing behind you. “What is it?”

“Where are you?” Suguru asks.

You chuckle. “Leaving breakfast. We’re on our way home. Why? Jealous, Sugar?” You tease him.

Suguru scoffs. “Good luck with your boy toy.”

You giggle. “Ahah, so you are jealous. That’s better than shopping. You made my day.”

You hear Suguru laugh softly, but you also hear Satoru complaining in the background. Typical.

“Cut her off already. You see each other everyday!”

You roll your eyes and ignore your brother's comment. “I’d ask you about today,” you say. “But I’d rather wait until I see you, however I did hear you guys got in trouble.”

“Yeah,” Suguru scoffs. “Thanks to your brother. Now we can’t go out until next week.”

You smile at the phone. “Damn that’s rough,” you remark teasingly.

“Tsk.”

“Do you want anything while i'm out?” You ask as your assigned assistant manager approaches with the car.

“No,” Suguru answers. “I'm fine. Thanks. So are you going shopping?”

You groan. “No. I don’t want to go alone. I’m going home. Sad. In need of comfort.”

Suguru chuckles. “Well, I’ll be here waiting for you then,” he assures you. “I’m going to the gym with your brother and Shoko. Come when you get home. We can start our training session after, yeah?”

You nod even if he can’t see. “Yeah that sounds good. I’ll see you then. Bye-bye, I…” you pause as you almost let out those three infamous words.

It’s not that you don’t mean them, you do with every fiber in your body, it’s just, perhaps it’s too soon?

“I’ll see you in a bit,” you say instead.

Suguru sighs softly but agrees softly. “Yep, goodbye, Firefly.”

“Tsk.” You complain, and hear him laugh before he ends the call.

Would it be too soon? What if he thinks it is and doesn’t return it?

That’d be terrible….but should you risk it? So he knows how you feel now?

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that-one-anxious-mango · 4 months

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You Understand.

Summary: You feel you must be honest with Austin about something before either of you venture further.

Contents: Fluff Ofc! Mentions of virginity and loss of virginity. Overall just a good ole' fashion comfort fic (our favorite).

Pairing: Austin Butler x Black Reader

A/N: Hi! Long time no see! I'm very happy to be posting the first installment of the new year, and I am very excited for what it brings for all of us. I hope you enjoy.

P.S: Everyone PLEASE feel free to comment, I absolutely love reading them and it helps to motivate me to keep going with the series. Also don't shy, re-blog, like, and share if you care! Much love! * hugs*

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“ I can’t believe you don’t like cotton candy. This almost feels like a crime.” Austin goofed, pointing to the small thing of strawberry cotton candy in his hand.

You snorted, “ I can’t believe you do. It’s all nice and dandy until it deflates or melts on your fingers. After that it’s gross.”

" Plus, I prefer a nice fat funnel cake with all the fixings." You added.

“ You call it gross, and I call it the natural sacrifices one has to make for their favorite fair food. “ He wiggled his eyebrows and took a bite of the sugary confection.

You giggled at how cute he looked and even managed to take out your phone with your free hand to snap a picture of the happy cotton candy boy.

The two of you continued to laugh and joke along the Santa Monica Pier until you came to a comfortable pause of silence.

That’s when your heart sank at the realization that this was the perfect time to tell him what had been on your mind and heart the last couple of days. You’d even consulted your friends beforehand to make sure the time was right. Once they agreed you knew exactly what had to be done.

So right here, right now, you were going to rip the band-aid clean off in hopes it wouldn’t bleed.

“ So….” You swung his hand in yours, “ I hate to put some weight on the mood since I know we’re having such a good time.” You started.

“ Yeah..” Austin replied, tossing his now empty cotton candy paper in a nearby trash.

“ And I can say that these last couple weeks with you have been great, honestly. But I feel like before we continue whatever this is that we’re doing, I need to let you know something because I don’t wanna lead you on.” You said, twisting at the bracelets on your wrist.

“ Uh huh.” He encouraged me, beginning to feel a bit nervous now.

“ As you recall, the other night when you came over to return my copy of The Policeman, upon your departure during our goodbyes things got a little spicy an- “

Austin immediately went to into apology, “Again, I’m really sorry about that I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything I jus-”

Quickly you held a hand up to stop him, “ Please. It’s okay. You apologized more than enough the other night. Just wait a second and hear me out, okay. “

He nodded.

“ As I was saying. Things got a little steamy. Let me just mention again that nothing happened that I didn’t want to. But the thing is….”

You paused gathering your words right in your brain…

“ I guess I’m trying to figure out a way to say this without sounding completely vulgar.” You rub your now sun-kissed arm as if you're trying to brush the nerves out of your body.

Austin’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “ Oh. Uh, well. I mean..just say it. Honesty is the best policy and I’m sure I can handle it.”

“ Yeah? “

“ Yeah.” He quickly replied, curious to see what you’d spun in your mind so obscene that you felt like you couldn’t speak.

You cleared your throat, “Okay. Fine. Here it goes..”

“ With the way that you kissed me that night with your lips, clung your hands onto the edges of my hips, and the sounds I had to suppress from the deepest part of my being when your hand accidentally brushed against my…lower half. I had half the mind to offer for you to stay the night at my place just so that we could “ accidentally” keep touching each other in many, many different places all night. “ You divulged.

At your confession Austin's eyebrows shot up and he could feel his body begin to heat the same way it did that spoken of night, you could tell this by the soft peony color that collected on the surface of his cheeks and the way he looked away to watch the wheel turn on the Ferris wheel.

You did your best to hide the shy twisted grin on your lips that came from knowing that you’d made him blush.

When he turned back you could see the cheesiest smile play on his lips , “ I see. Well thank you for your honesty..it’s much appreciated.”

“ You’re welcome.” You gulped, “ So, with that being said I want you to know that while I’m not opposed to us taking our-”

“ Relationship.” Austin offered up.

It was your turn to raise your eyebrows at him. You hadn’t expected him to so casually throw out the R in this conversation. But remembering the words of your friends ringing in your mind you decided to play it cool and test the waters, “ Right. Well, let me just say that no one has asked me to be their girlfriend yet so….”

“ I’m working on it. “ He said, you noticed the small bit to his lips and willed yourself to try and keep your mind focused.

“ We’ll see.” You casually replied before continuing with your intended statement, “ But something you should know is….”

You found the words getting stuck in your throat, but when you looked his gentle smile you found the courage to keep going.

“ You should know that I am a virgin.” You confessed, “ And it is by choice.”

“ AND, before you say anything. NO! It’s not because I couldn’t have had sex with someone or because people weren’t interested. Or because something’s wrong with me. But because I believe that sex is an intimate exchange of love between two people and I want my first time to be with someone I love and I know is in love with me.” You affirmed.

“ If that’s something that bothers you or you think it’s weird or whatever, then this is where we should just call this now so we can both leave this…thing…while still being friends.” You finished, looking out toward the pier in an act to distract yourself from how hard you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

It was silent for a moment after you finished, and with each passing moment you were preparing yourself for the age old speech every man gave when he couldn’t get what he wanted from a woman.

It’s not you, it’s me.

When really they wanted to say: “ It’s not me, it’s you and the fact you won’t put out.”

Eventually his voice broke out among the chatters of people and whirl of the wind, “ Well, again. Thank you for being honest with me. I really do appreciate it.” Austin began.

“ No problem.” You nodded, arms folded across your chest, as you still tried your best to hide your absolutely nerve ridden body.

“ As far as your…confession goes, I want you to know that you being a-

“ Virgin.” You quickly interjected, “ I’m a virgin.”

A laugh was stifled from Austin, “ Yes, a virgin. You being a virgin doesn’t bother me any at all.”

You quickly quirked an eyebrow at him, “ Really? “

“ Truly.” He smiled, “ Your choice that you’ve made for your body is entirely your own. And I respect and admire your decision.”

“ Admire? “

That’s a first.

“ Yeah. I admire your reasoning behind your choice. Especially since I felt like when it was my time I didn’t exactly lose mine the way one should have. I was younger and shy. Felt the peer pressure from some people my age, so I just went ahead and did it to say I did it.” He opened up.

You were stunned a bit at his honesty. No guy you’d ever come across had opened up to you like this, especially about something so intimate. All it did was make you grow more curious to continue exploring just what kind of species of man you were dealing with.

You shook your head, “ God, I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can tell you from experience I know what that’s like and it’s hard.”

Growing up around the people you did, all through middle school and high school you were ridiculed about being a “ prude “ or a “ prissy princess who thinks she’s better than everyone “ all because you kept your virginity to yourself.

He smiled, “ Thank you. But don’t go feeling too bad. I eventually had the chance to actually make love to someone and have it mean something. Which is all I can ever wish for you and anyone else.”

You nodded, “ Right. Well thanks for being so cool about it. Lord knows you’re the first guy this conversation has ever actually gone pleasant with. I appreciate your understanding.”

Austin didn’t hesitate, “ Of course. You gotta know that I’m not in this for something as simple as sex. As people we both could walk out into the world and find that anywhere.”

“ I’m here because as cliche as it may sound, I’ve never met anyone like you before. And I really enjoy spending time with you and picking your brain. And if one day AFTER I ask you officially to be my girlfriend, you decide you wanna take things up a notch that's fine. If not, that's fine too because that's not the most important thing going on here.” He reached out to regrasp your hand in his and give it a tight squeeze.

You look over directly at him to hold the gaze from his eyes and couldn’t help but catch that familiar feeling that made you all warm and gooey.

It was then you could confirm that you REALLY liked him, like truly were infatuated with the man before you.

“ Well, I guess we’ll just have to see what happens, huh? “ You said.

“ I guess.” Austin smiled.

“ Good.” You whispered.

“ Great.” He replied, making you both bust into a fit of giggles.

“ Since we have that settled. “ Austin abruptly stopped in front of the ring toss stand, “ I believe I promised you, young lady. A stuffed cow, and I see the most handsome one hanging from this booth.” He pointed to the adorable white and blue spotted cow plush hanging from the stall.

You couldn’t stop the shrill that invaded your voice, “ Oh My Gosh! Austin, he's adorable.”

“ I know. He’ll look even cuter in your arms. C’mon honey let’s go.” He happily ushered the two of you over to the booth and into your future together.

#daysofourlove #austin butler x reader #austin butler x black reader #austin butler fanfic #austin butler imagine #themangowrites #austin butler

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porchlightfairy · 1 year

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Meet Me at Skull Rock

Pairing: Steddie x reader

Word count: 2k+

Summary: You and Steve are out of weed so you meet with Eddie to get some. However, he’s running late and Steve is horny.

Content: blowjobs, smut, eddie bribing for a blowjob (I am really bad at this)

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It was the weekend and Steve’s parents were out of town. Which meant you could smoke at his house without the worry of getting caught. By the time they would return the smell would be gone and they would not be suspicious about it at all.

However, Steve was out of weed. This meant that you needed to buy some and the only person you knew to buy from was Eddie Munson from high school. Steve usually got his weed from out of town but with both of you low on cash combined Eddie was the way to go.

You knew he had a little crush on you and would sell it to you cheap. So you worked your charm and asked him to meet you at Skull Rock to make the exchange. Steve didn’t like the idea of you going alone so he drove there and held your hand the entire way. You two got there first.

“You would think somebody desperate for business would be a little courteous of his customers,” Steve mutters.

You elbow him in the side, “Maybe he’s getting the stuff now. You don’t know what he’s doing.”

“Oh right, it is a weekday, he must be just getting out of school,” He says with a sarcastic tone.

“Knock it off, Steve.” You roll your eyes and lean your shoulder against the large boulder.

Steve looks around for a moment, “Remember when I took you here for the first time.” He leans against you and whispers in your ear.

You giggle, his breath tickles your ear, “Yeah, you wanted to show me something cool. Come to find out that thing was your tongue.”

Steve laughs and turns you around by your waist, “Well you liked it enough to stay around, didn’t you?”

You try to suppress your smile but Steve looks down at you with a smirk on his face. You kiss him gingerly and hold the sides of his face. He moans into the kiss and grabs your belt loops holding you close to him. You almost get lost in the steamy make-out before you realize where you are. “Mm, Steve, we shouldn’t be doing this right now.” You separate from the kiss.

Steve whines and kisses down your neck. “He’s not here yet. It’ll take him a few minutes to get here.”

“And a few minutes is enough time?” You cock an eyebrow.

Steve pauses and looks to the side, “Enough until after we score?”

“Sure.” You slip out of his grasp and walk around the rock, “He’ll be here soon. You think you can keep it together until then?”

He comes up behind you and nuzzles against your shoulder, “I’ll try my best but I don’t know.” He kisses your cheek, “You might need to take care of me.” You feel him press against your backside. The bulge in his pants rests against your butt. You roll your eyes playfully as you rock side to side waiting for Eddie.

A few more minutes passed and Steve was getting restless. You sit underneath the rock as Steve stands against it checking his watch. “Fucking bastard,” He mumbles.

You swat his leg, “Stop it. He’s coming.”

“Oh yeah, how do we know that? He could be halfway to Timbuktu.” Steve kicks up some dirt.

“You know what I think?” You stand up, pull Steve under the boulder, and pin him against the wall, “I think you’re just pent up. Is that it?” You slide down on your knees and look up at him, “Is that what you want?”

He licks his lips, “Mhm.” You unbuckle his belt, then unbutton his pants. He hisses as the cool air tickles his thighs when you pull down his pants. You trace your hand over his dick print, “C’mon babe~ I can’t wait any longer.”

“Always so impatient.” You proceed to pull out his cock and slide your tongue on the underside to the slit in the head. Steve moans out and juts his hips. You proceed to press the head of his cock against your lips before pushing it further past. He throws his head back as he feels your wet mouth. He grips the rock behind him to hold himself steady. He moans and whimpers as he thrusts into your mouth gently.

He doesn’t force his cock down your throat. Steve was gentle, he just couldn’t help that he was feeling so good. He licks his lips, “Fuck babe, god~” You look up at him and hum around his cock. With what you couldn’t fit in your mouth your hand moved up and down, collecting your saliva and spreading it up and down his shaft.

He groans and rests his hands on the top of his head. You pick up your speed as you taste the precum on your tongue. Steve’s breath hitches, “Shit~ I’m gonna cum.” He puts his hands on the back of your head as he thrusts into you. Your jaw goes slack and you look up at him. His eyes are squeezed tight and his face contorts as he grows closer to his orgasm. You wait for a moment before you catch something moving in your peripheral.

Your eyes shift and you catch Eddie standing in the open, staring at you. You choke and pull off of Steve, coughing. He whimpers at the loss and then looks at you. He follows your line of sight and finally notices Eddie as well. “Jesus Christ man!” He faces away from him and quickly puts himself away, pulling up his pants, “What were you doing just standing there, pervert.”

“I just got here! Sorry, you couldn’t keep it in your pants, literally.” Eddie straightens out his jacket.

You stand up and wipe your mouth. Your face feels like it's on fire. “Sorry, you had to see that…” You clear your throat, “You have the stuff?” Steve stands next to you, his face red with embarrassment.

“That I do.” He bites his lip, “However, I’ve got a new deal for you.”

Your eyes widen at the statement, “Oh? And what is that?”

“First, was it good?” He asks, looking directly at Steve.

“What?!” Steve looks at him offended, “Why the hell are you asking that?”

“I just want to know. You did look like you were enjoying yourself.”

“You are such a fucking freak, you know that.” Steve sneers, “Yeah it was. Happy now? Now, what’s the new deal?”

Eddie licks his lips and looks over at you, “I could give it to you for free if you give me what you gave him.”

“What?! No way! Absolutely not! We’re done here.” Steve grabs your hand but you don’t move.

“That’s it?” You ask.

“That’s it?!” Steve stares at you in shock, “Is that really what you want to say right now?”

“That’s all I want.” Eddie says, “Steve’s face really sold it. Especially when you stopped.”

Steve’s face got red again. You squeeze his hand and turn him to face you, “Hey, listen, this sounds like a good deal to me. I should do it, right?”

“Are you being serious right now? Or are you so horny you can’t think straight?” He frowns, “I can’t believe you're thinking about doing this.”

“Steve, it’s just a blowjob. I do it, we get to smoke, and you can fuck me later. Unless you think Eddie will have tainted me and I am no good anymore.” You let go of his hand.

He snatches it back quickly, “You wouldn’t be… I wouldn’t think that.” He leans down and kisses you, pressing his lips hard against yours, “Do what you want.” He steps away, “Go fucking crazy, I guess.”

Eddie claps his hands together, “Fantastic.” He steps under the rock and leans against the wall.

You proceed to unbuckle his pants and pull them down with his underwear. You spit into your hand before grabbing hold of his cock. He moans as you move your hand up and down. You twirl your tongue around the head and over the slit. “Oh, shit~” His cock jumps at the sensation.

Slowly, you put the head in your mouth and sink lower and lower. Eddie’s dick was girthier than Steve’s. With your mouth full, there were still some inches left. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, he gently thrusts into your mouth. You pull off taking in a breath before hollowing your cheeks and letting him face fuck you.

He grabs the back of your head and thrusts deeper into your mouth. You feel the tip hit the back of your throat once and you place your hand on his stomach to slow him down. “Try not to kill her, jeez.” Steve folds his arms.

“Don’t need a backseat blowjob right now.” Eddie chimes back. He then looks down at you, “Sorry about that. You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this.”

You could think about how long it’s been. He was a sophomore when you were a freshman. You shared a class together and he would not leave you alone. He would shamelessly flirt with you and ask you out. However, you would decline as Steve was the boy you had your sights on. Eddie backed off after you got together but it didn’t deter him from being the way he was around you.

You pull off his cock but stop at the tip, sucking gently. He cries out and thrusts with the rhythm of your sucking. “No wonder you looked like you were in bliss, Steve. She’s taking me to heaven.”

You look over at Steve to see him tapping his finger on his crossed arm. He was starting to get into his head. You pull off of Eddie’s cock, “Steve, let me finish you off.” He snaps out of his thoughts and looks at you. You beckon him over, “C’mere.”

He obeys and approaches you and Eddie under the rock. You yank him by the belt and undress his lower half. You put his cock in your mouth and with a free hand, you pump Eddie’s cock.

“Didn’t think you’d be in a situation like this, hm?” Eddie moans, “Getting fucked with the freak.”

Steve’s not listening. You are sucking him off and bringing him back to the edge where he was minutes ago. He moans out and you feel Eddie’s cock jump at the sound. You hum around Steve before pulling off and switching to Eddie’s cock.

Eddie’s knees buckled, “Oh shit~ mmph~!” He grabs Steve’s shoulder to keep himself upright. Steve doesn’t object feeling himself getting closer and closer. You remove Eddie’s cock from your mouth, “Move.”

They obeyed and moved so they were on either side of you. You spit in your left hand and begin to jerk them both off. You open your mouth nice and wide then stick out your tongue. With such a lewd face they couldn’t resist. They cum at the same time, pouring their cum into your mouth. You swallow and stand up dusting the dirt off your jeans.

After the boys pull up their pants, you walk over to Steve and kiss him gently. He holds the sides of your face until you pull apart. You then look at Eddie, “C’mere.” He looks taken aback before stepping forward, “It’s aftercare, for what we can get right now.” You grab his face and kiss him gently.

When you separate he leans in for more but stops himself, “Sorry.” He clears his throat and goes through his jacket and holds out a bag. “The weed. A deal’s a deal.”

You take the bag from him, “Thank you. Guess we’ll see you around.” Steve slings his arm over your shoulder, “Bye Eddie.”

“Bye.” Eddie waves as you leave. That was the hottest thing he ever experienced. He’s upset he didn’t take more advantage of it. Maybe next time, he could slide into your pussy, and as he fucks you, your sucking Steve’s cock. He licks his lips at the thought then wanders off to his van to head home.

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enchantedsoulofmine · 1 year

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Sleepover ‘fun’

Chris Evans x Wife!reader

I got a request from a lovely anon and here it is- Girl could you do one where Chris+Reader are having a family dinner at their house and his fam is sleeping over but he's horny af and haven't had "funny activities" in a while?

Sorry Anon, I’m a little late but I have my exams😭

Warnings: steamyyy

Note: English is not my first language

‘Chris’ you squealed,dropping the spatula on the counter as a hard slap landed on your cheek. You turned around and saw your husband leaning against the counter with a smug look plastered on his face.

‘What?’ he asked innocently with a goofy smile. You just rolled your eyes smiling to yourself.

Chris had been horny rather on top of horniness since this morning. You both have been extremely busy from the past few days and haven’t had a steamy session in a while. Chris was craving your ‘sweet mound’. You wanted him as well but was resisting as Chris’ family was on the way for a get together.

‘They’ll be late’ Chris scoffed, wrapping his muscular arms on your waist,pulling you backwards so that your back came in contact with his chest.

The bell rang making Chris whine and you smirk. ‘Yes, very late’ you giggled, going to open the door.

‘Hey guys!’ You greeted them with a smile, hugging Lisa,who hugged you back, placing a kiss on your cheek. ‘Ma!’ Chris came from behind and hugged his mom tightly. ‘Scott’ Chris laughed and hugged his brother with a laugh. You guys welcomed them inside and Dodger ran towards his favourite people.

‘Dodger’ Carly remarked, petting the fluff ball.

‘Shanna was busy today’ Lisa spoke softly, ‘no problem we’ll Face Time her’ Chris added, closing the door.

‘Is that my favourite lasagna’ Lisa beamed, ‘yes it is’ you smiled at her. Lisa was such a mother figure to you, she was sweet and loved you like she loved Chris. ‘Oh dear’ Lisa cried and hugged you, caressing your hair.

The oven tinged, ruining the sweet moment. You excused yourself and went to the kitchen. You turned around and gasped loudly when you saw Chris in front of your face, ‘you scared me’ you breathed out.

‘Sorry love’ Chris apologised with a soft smile. You shook your head and opened the refrigerator to keep the chocolate cake you prepared.

When you closed the door, you were pulled towards the narrow pantry by your husband. ‘Can we have a quickie?’ He pleaded, ‘Chris— you were cut off when Chris cupped your throbbing mound. ‘Stop it’ you giggled trying to remove his hand, ‘Chris’ Scott called out and it seemed like he came inside the kitchen.

You both hurriedly went out of the pantry and Scott landed his eyes on you both mischievously. ‘Guys’ Scott narrowed his eyes, ‘Scott, let’s go outside’ Chris took a hold of his shoulders and took him out before he could say anything, while you stood there blushing.

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It was soon dinner time and the Evans fam was setting the dining table. ‘God, this cake smells so damn god Y/n’ Scott grunted, ‘thanks Scott’ you smiled at him.

‘Your cunt tastes more sweeter’ Chris whispered huskily in your ear, which made you shudder.

All of you had dinner and chatted for a while until each of you started yawning. ‘Okay guys gonna go to sleep, good night’ Scott yawned again, rubbing his eyes.

‘Good night Scott’ you and Chris said unison, ‘Scott, room to the left you know right’ Chris asked, ‘yeah I do,I’ve been here loads of time’ Scott remarked and went upstairs.

‘We’re gonna go to sleep as well Chris’ Lisa said, getting up. ‘Goodnight Ma, night Carly’ Chris said and waved at them, ‘night baby’ Lisa kissed his hair, ‘good night guys’ you smiled at them, ‘good night lovely’ Lisa kissed your hair and went upstairs, Carly following her.

You leaned forward to get the remote to switch off the T.V, unknowingly giving your husband a view of your ass.

You shut the Tv off and was about to get up when Chris pulled you by your arm, which made you yelp but Chris covered your mouth. You were sitting on Chris’ lap and Chris was holding you tightly.

‘Feel how hard you made me love’ Chris took your hand and placed it on his groin. You felt Chris’ cock hardened and twitch, before you looked up at your husband.

‘Gotta make me get rid of it right?’ Chris asked, lust in eyes. ‘Sure Mr. Evans but not here, in our bedroom maybe’ you smirked kissing him softly.

‘You’re in for a long night Mrs Evans’ he picked you up from your waist and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

‘Gladly’ you smashed your lips against his and he started kissing you passionately.

He was right, it was indeed a long night.

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The next day you woke up sore but jittery. Despite Chris’ attempt to have a shower sex, you went downstairs after getting fresh.

Chris soon came downstairs with a poker face while you were making some coffee.

Soon everyone came down and helped you prepare breakfast.

Scott was done with his breakfast and was going upstairs, when he turned around.

‘Guys, next time try to be a little quiet’ he smirked.

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hunzzzzz · 2 months

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Fight for you - Chapter 3 : The exes

Kendall Roy x original female character

TW : SMUT !!! Read at your own risk 😩🤚🏽

A/N : okay so this is really long 11k+ words I’m sorry. I was gonna write it in 2 parts but it just needed to be all together !! Please let me know what you think! Some constructive criticism!

I woke up the next morning, with a smile on my face, which faded as quick as it came. The consequences of my decisions dawning upon me. I stuck my tongue down Kendall Roys throat. I groaned, cradling my head in my hands, how could I have been so reckless? Allowing myself to get swooped up by his sweet words in his vulnerable state. This is a future scandal just bubbling beneath the surface, ready to erupt any second. I had worked too hard, to get to the position which I’m in now at waystar, and to jeopardise that over this man was not worth it. And with that I cut off the wings of the butterflies, not allowing myself to get lost in them again. Think with your head, not your vagina.

I had managed to successfully avoid him all morning, the distance was necessary, my mind goes to mush when he's close, all logic flies out the window. At around lunch time, I heard a light tap on my door, my heart skipped a beat as my mind went to Kendall, but to my luck it was Steve. Myself and Steve had gotten close over the years, I considered him my closest friend at Waystar. We oversaw many projects together, bounced ideas off of each other. We had synergy, he was the only person in the entire department who didn't see me as the enemy. He wasn't trying to stab me in the back at any given chance, instead we wholeheartedly supported each other.

“Hope i'm not interrupting”, he grinned, strolling in and plonking down on the chair in front of my desk.

“Not at all.” I smiled, shutting my laptop. “What's up?”

“Lunch at our spot?” He asked, holding his hands together. “I’m starving, and I fear if I eat the cafeteria food one more time this week, I might die from malnutrition or food poisoning or maybe even a combination of both.”

Feeling my stomach rumble, I agreed, and decided to ignore Kendall's message requesting to meet him for lunch. I needed a distraction, to rid myself of him living in my mind rent free. We made our way to a little cafe tucked away in a quiet street, only a 10 minute walk from work. We got our regular order and sat down.

“So what's up with you.” he smirked. “I hear you're entangled with Kendall Roy?”

“Oh god. So that's spread." I groaned, this is exactly what I was afraid of when he showed up on the 9th floor yesterday unannounced. “He's actually insufferable.” I felt guilty for lying, but what else was I supposed to say, admit that I indulged in a steamy makeout with the COO of our company the night before, over my dead body. “He's so invested in my project, it was so random, I think he's just trying to prove something to his father.” I shrugged nonchalantly trying to ignore my rapid heartbeat.

“Mhm, invested in the project or invested in you?” he questioned, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Please, I wouldn't go near him with a 10 foot pole. Trust me.” Another lie.

“Yeah good, I thought maybe you were going through a midlife crisis. He's bad news, don't get caught up in it.” He warned me. After my previous relationship almost ended me, Steve had grown quite protective of me like an older brother I never had.

“I appreciate the concern. Thank you, but I promise you that will never happen. I'm just keeping my head down, working on this project with him. The sooner it's done, the sooner he'll be off my back.” I reassured Steve, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Okay, okay good. You know I worry about you." I nodded appreciating his advice. “But now that I have you here, I need a favour.”

“No, absolutely not. Whatever fight you have going on with Catherine this time. I'm not getting involved, last time-” I began defensively crossing my arms over my chest not wanting to get involved in whatever tiff he and his girlfriend –who I had grown to adore over the years– had going on.

“Jesus woman, will you let me finish.” He cut me off rolling his eyes. “I was going to ask if you would accompany me to the Waystar charity Gala tonight.” He finished looking up at me with his beaming eyes. “Please, Catherine’s not in the city this week and I need a pretty lady on my arm if I'm going to beg for donations.” He pleaded.

“Fuck no. I hate those events. Sorry Steve but it's a hard pass.” I said, my voice firm.

“Please Harper, I’ll owe you one. Lunch on me for the next year.'' I sighed, agreeing to go, seeing as he was so desperate. It's the least I could do to repay him for the endless favours he had done for me. Staying late at the office helping pick up my slack, covering for me when I took time off work because my relationship hit the rocks.

We made our way back to work, after an hour of much needed catching up on office drama. Walking through the lobby of the main building still giggling. “Yup and now she’s pregnant, and she's keeping it.” Steve chuckled.

I threw my head back laughing as I clutched onto his arm, almost losing my balance. “Oh my god, shut up. I'm gonna pee.” I said in between giggles, the large coke I had for lunch catching up to me. “We need to stop talking before someone hears us.”

I straightened myself up as I saw a familiar face approaching. “What's so funny.” Kendall asked, his eyes fixated to my hand on Steve's arm, which I immediately dropped. His eyes flashing with anger, possibly even jealousy? Steve wasn't unattractive, he was a conventionally good looking guy, he was tall with broad shoulders. I know the women on the 9th floor swoon over him, running to make copies for him with the snap of his fingers, waiting by the door with his coffee in hand every morning. But to me he was just Steve, the guy who burps in my face after inhaling a burger or comes to me with his endless relationship problems.

“Nothing.” I quickly said, sobering up from my lunch high, trying to sound professional.

“Uh-huh.” he didn't seem convinced, he finally looked over to Steve plastering on a fake smile. “Hi, Kendall Roy.” He stuck out his hand.

“The man himself, Steve Murphy. Pleasure to meet you.” Steve put on a fake smile matching Kendalls, giving him a firm handshake, a silent standoff. The tension in the lobby was heavy between both men who disapproved of each other, both for their own reasons.

Kendall finally released from the handshake and turned to me pressing his lips together before speaking. “Could I grab you for a second Harper,” as if I had a choice in the matter, so much for trying to avoid him today.

“Yeah sure, Steve go ahead, I’ll meet you up there.” Steve furrowed his brows, but didn’t press any further though he wanted to, giving a curt nod and with that he left.

Kendall guided me to a quiet corner, his hand on the small of my back, I swatted his hand away weary of the people standing by. The last thing I needed was more rumours going around about me. People were just beginning to forget that I was the sad, pathetic woman whose fiance had an affair with her best friend. He stood across me, his face hard, jaw clenched, not saying a word

“Can I help you with something?” I asked, deciding to cut through the tension.

“I thought you didn't go out for lunch? Fucking- with your, uh endless piles of work and what not?” he questioned crossing his arms together, eyes burning into mine.

“First of all not that it's even any of your business but I had some free time today. And secondly I couldn't say no to Steve, I owed him one.” I shrugged, putting on a front, even though he had caught me in my lie.

“Uh-huh. You owed him one?” he questioned, brows raised. Like this was an interrogation and I was some kind of criminal on the loose.

“Dont worry about it.” I sighed just wanting to be done with this already. “Okay if that is all, then I really have to get back.” I tried to step past him to leave, but he blocked my way, forcing me to stay put.

“No, actually I did want to ask you something.” He cleared his throat, a flash of nervousness breaking through his hard eyes. “I was wondering if you would accompany me to the charity gala tonight?”

“Oh.” I stared at him blankly. “Oh- actually uhm, I'm already going with someone else.” I made a mental note in my head to thank Steve and give him a massive kiss on the cheek, for saving me from having to be Kendall's date.

“Who?” he asked, as he shook his head in disbelief. “Is it that fucking- uh, stewart guy?

“It's Steve and like I said it’s none of your business.” I leaned in to whisper in his ear, before making my exit. “But I'll see you there.” I smiled over my shoulder, leaving him standing in the lobby, dumbfounded.

The rest of the day flew by, as I powered through work, knowing I had to leave early to prepare for the gala. On the way home I stopped by a boutique, deciding to splurge on a dress. I had to dress to impress if I was going to help Steve land some donations tonight. Picking out a dress took more time than I had intended, I wanted to look good tonight, not for anyone in particular. Though the thought of Kendall kept creeping its way into my mind, which gown would he like? I wondered if he preferred red or black. No this is not about him, I tried to convince myself that I wanted to look good, feel sexy, for myself and not for the approval of anybody else.

I rushed home cutting it close to 7 pm, I quickly showered and began getting ready. I decided to straighten my thick black hair which was a mistake as I was running short on time, Steve was picking me up at 8. I could already hear him complaining about my tardiness. I finished doing my makeup, adding a deep red lipstick. I slipped into my gown adjusting myself in the mirror. I had decided on wearing a black satin gown, with a deep plunge neckline. I can't remember the last time I put in this much effort for an event, or a person. I hated myself for caring so much about it. I heard my phone dinging alerting me that Steve had arrived.

Steve : Uber. Downstairs. Now. Hurry.

I hurriedly grabbed my valentino clutch, which I had thrifted when I first moved to the city, throwing my phone, cigarettes and lipstick in before scurrying out the door. I made my way out of the lobby and hopped into the uber greeting steve.

“God could you have taken any longer.” he sighed dramatically, checking the time. “It's 8:05, what time did we agree on?”

“Calm your tits, the dinosaurs can wait 5 more minutes.” I rolled my eyes, checking my makeup in my compact mirror.

Steve finally looked over, taking in my appearance. “You clean up well. It's almost like an episode of catfish, you went from 0 to 100 in the span of a couple hours.” he chuckled. “Who are you looking this good for?” he smirked.

“Your dad.” I smirked, laughing when I saw Steve scrunch his face in disgust.” No you’re right, I should've pulled up in sweats and glasses, that would really attract all the 70 year old men into emptying their pockets for you.” I retorted.

“Oh so you did all this for me?” He smiled, clutching a hand over his heart, wiping away a fake tear. “That's so kind of you. How can I ever repay you?”

“Shut up.” I swatted his arm. “Drinks are on you.”

We shortly arrived at the venue, it was bustling with people who were much more important than me, people who could step on me and nobody would even protest, because among them I was the floor they walked on. I looked around at the sea of women wearing designer dresses from fendi to dior as they clutched an arm around men almost triple their age. Steve immediately began mingling, or as he called it networking, dragging me along with him. He grabbed us 2 complimentary champagnes from the wait staff as he began speaking to an older gentleman.

“Mr Monroe, glad you could join us tonight. Where's the Mrs?” Steve greeted him as they shook hands.

“Oh you know Mrs Monroe, she was in the Bahamas last and now I'm hearing she's in Milan for fashion week. She won't rest until she bleeds me dry from all I’m worth.” He forced a tight smile. “And who's your lovely date here?” He asked, glancing over at me before dropping his eyes down to my chest, lingering there for a moment. The urge to vomit all over him was so strong, but instead I brought my hand to shake his instead.

“This is my dear friend Harper, Harper Aly.” Steve introduced me as the older man grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss it, with no consent whatsoever. My stomach churned at the thought of this married man assaulting my hand with his mouth. I quickly pulled my hand back to my side, forcing a laugh as Steve continued talking business.

This continued for another hour, we moved through the crowd of prehistoric men, buttering them up as they objectified me, raked their eyes up and down my body as they licked their crusty lips. I was on my 4th glass of champagne, but I needed something stronger if I was going to make it through the night. Steve handed me his card as I made my way over to the bar. I waved a hand to the bartender trying to get his attention, but he was preoccupied serving the other 100 people gathered around. I found myself glancing around, hoping to see a familiar set of brown eyes. I was acting like a lovestruck teenager at prom hoping to lock eyes with her crush.

“What can I get ya princess?” I turned to put a face to the voice, shocked when I realised who it was. “Yes, take it in.”

“Oh uhm it's okay thank you. I got it.” I smirked, flashing Steve’s card.

“Roman fuck off and stop harassing the donor’s,” said the red head beside him. “Hi, Siobhan Roy.” She smiled politely, pushing past the shorter man to greet me.

“Oh hello, lovely to meet you. Harper Aly.” I smiled, clasping her hand, awkwardly shifting on my feet, feeling intimidated under her icy blue eyes.

“So what brings a fine piece of arm candy like yourself here tonight? Let me guess your sugar daddy promised you a new Birkin?” He smirked, as his eyes raked over my dress.

“Actually I'm here for work. And that is quite inappropriate coming from the co-COO of the company I work for.” I grimaced, not even trying to hide my disgust.

“Oh my god Roman, you're disgusting. Go hit on Gerri or something. I'm sorry about him, he has some deep rooted mommy issues.” Siobhan apologised for her brother.

“Fuck off, Shiv.” He snapped pushing past her to lean over the bar.'' Hey! Yoohoo bartender! Over here! Roman Roy here!” He yelled, getting the bartender's attention, as he frantically rushed over. “2 whiskey on the rocks and …..” he looked over at me, ushering me to order what I wanted.

“Oh no, its okay i can get my own-”

“Just fucking tell him what you want or you’re fired.” He said cutting me off with a devilish grin, I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

“two gin and tonics, please and make it a double.” I reluctantly answered.

“See now, was that so hard.” He smirked. “Two gin and tonics for the lady and make it fucking quick, I don’t have all night.” He demanded as the bartender nodded and instantly began concocting our drinks.

“You can put away daddy’s card princess, I got this.” He said, his voice was low as he leaned into my ear. I looked around trying to find his sister who seemed to have him on a leash but she was engaged in a conversation with someone else. “Are you scared? I don’t bite.” He chuckled with dark eyes. “But no promises.”

“No I'm not scared, sorry if my repulsion has been misconstrued.” I replied with a scowl setting on my face.

“Ouch.” He chuckled. “Don't forget, I still own the company you’re at the bottom of princess.”

“Own? That's interesting, because last I checked you’re not Logan Roy. You're just a sad little boy fighting for daddy's attention. Begging him to notice you, oh please daddy, please let me take over." I mocked pleading with my hands together

“Dont fucking turn me on right now.” He joked, biting his lip.

“Oh my god you're so repulsive.” I laughed.

“Hey Rome, have you seen Kendall?” A brunette asked, cutting into our conversation.

“I dont fucking know maybe- have you checked the bathrooms? He's probably there snorting lines?” He shrugged casually.

“Rome. I'm serious.” She said, pressing her lips into a straight line. She finally caught my eye, brushing off Roman’s crude words, forcing a smile, silently looking over to him to introduce us.

“Uh yea sure- Rava, Harper Aly from waystar, I don’t know what the fuck she does there- I’m guessing janitor by her looks. Harper, Rava Roy, my brother's estranged wife.” He said flatly, before grabbing his drinks, throwing two hundred dollar bills on the counter, and with that he was gone— leaving me alone with kendall's wife? I stood there gobsmacked, processing the nuclear bomb Roman had just dropped on me. Kendall was married. Kendall was married when he kissed me on the roof.

I quickly excused myself, not wanting to seem rude to the woman whose husband I had been sneaking around with, behind her back. I grabbed Steve and I’s drinks from the counter, chugging them both down as I made my way through the hall. I passed a waiter discarding my empty glasses on the tray and grabbing 2 glasses of god knows what, before downing them. Feeling the alcohol burn down my throat, hoping it would bring me some solace. My mind was the aftermath of Hiroshima. I couldn't think straight, or even walk straight for that matter. How could I have been so fucking stupid, tears pricked at my eyes, as I rapidly blinked trying to fight them back. How could I have trusted so blindly, again. At last I spotted Steve sitting down at our table, I made my way over to him trying to swallow back the lump in my throat. Not wanting to raise concern and a million questions he would ask. I slumped down in the seat beside him.

“Hey, what took you so long? He asked, looking up from his phone. “And where's our drinks?” He frowned.

“Oh shit, yea- uh, the line at the bar was too long.” I muttered keeping my eyes glued to the table.

“What's wrong?” He asked, shit he knew me too well and could sense that something was wrong. “Did you see someone?” He studied the slight tremble in my voice, my flushed skin, my lips curled into a frown.

“No, nothing.” I shook my head vigorously, trying to seem convincing. “I'm just tired.” I offered him a weak smile, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight slur in my voice. He just stared at me, contemplating whether to push it or not but ultimately decided against it.

“Okay but just a heads up-,” he began, before getting interrupted by the screeching of a mic, as everyone rushed to be seated, the speeches were starting soon.

“What? I didn't hear you?” I slurred, looking up at him with heavy eyelids, at this point I’m sure he knew I was quite intoxicated as I propped my head up against my hand, trying to accommodate my dense head, now facing the consequences of trying to drown my sorrows in liquor.

He shook his head, disregarding it muttering something about it not being important. The wait staff made their way around to serve wine. I insisted they fill my glass to the brim, thanking them through batted lashes. I heard Steve mumbling something about bringing some water to one of the waiters.

“I think you should slow down.” He said, eyeing me as I continued to sip my wine. I chose to ignore him, until he forcefully took my half empty glass off me, handing it off to a passing waiter, cutting me off before I could protest. “Look I don’t know what’s going on with you or why you decided to get to this level of drunk at a work event. But we need to make it through to the end of the night.” He scolded, as he handed me a glass of water. “You can have more wine after dinner.”

“Whatever dad.” I rolled my eyes but still sipped on the water.

The speeches dragged on, but I wasn't listening to a single word of it, instead my mind was heavy, weighed down by concrete thoughts of one of one man and his betrayal. How he had manipulated me, how he had convinced me he was good, different. How I let myself believe him so easily. Had I learned nothing? I continued to berate myself. I snapped out of my thoughts, as the last speaker made his way onto the stage, and there he was. The very man responsible for my mental anguish. His eyes met mine, twinkling under the spotlight as he spoke. I couldn't take it anymore, I got up mumbling to Steve that I was going to the bathroom. I stumbled my way out of the long hall, ignoring the questioning looks I was receiving.

I made my way to the bathroom, slumping over the sink, collecting my thoughts, as I stared into the mirror taking in my pathetic reflection. God, I was so embarrassing, letting Kendall affect me like this. Letting him slither his way into my life like black mould, silent but deadly. The realisation hit me hard - I was the other woman. I let him sweep me off my feet, like a fucking idiot, but maybe that was his plan all along. A challenge in his eyes, he found a wounded bird, nurtured it back to life only to shoot it down in the end for his own enjoyment. I scoffed at myself, spending more than I could afford on a gown for him, a fact I wouldn't even admit to myself let alone another soul. The anger simmered in me like a pressure cooker, ready to blow any second. My self pity was quickly replaced by foul, hot fury. Fuck him.

With newfound determination, I left the bathroom, determined to rid myself of Kendall's toxic presence. Yet, fate had other plans for me. As I made my way back towards the hall I collided with a broad set of shoulders.

“Oh- I'm so sorry-” I began to apologise but the words got cut off in my throat when I locked eyes with the attacker, my fucking ex-fiancé, Will. This was officially too much for one night. Without another word I turned on my feet and fled in the other direction, I needed to get away from him. What was he even doing here in the first place? I knew I was eventually going to bump into him one day, it was inevitable, but just why tonight? When I was barely hanging on by a thread. This must have been the heads up Steve was trying to give me.

“Harper please- just listen,” he pleaded, grabbing my wrist in a bruising grip, but I couldn't bear to hear it. The mere sight of him was enough to make me sick to my stomach. “Let me explain, you at least owe me that much.”

“Let you fucking explain yourself Will? No, you lost that privilege when you ended up in bed with my fucking maid of honour.” I snapped, trying to keep my composure, digging my nails into his skin, trying to claw him off me. “I don’t owe you shit. So please kindly, fuck off out of my life forever.” Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me breakdown.

“Harper, just listen- I'm ready to take my part of the blame.” His eyes were hard, nothing about them was apologetic as he tightened his grip around me. “But it took 2 people to breakdown this relationship-”

“Yeah, you and my fucking so called bestfriend.'' I spat, the endless liquid poison I had consumed amplifying my rage. My words seemed to cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of those around us. “Will I’m being so fucking serious, if you don’t get your fucking hands off me I’m going to fucking scream and make a scene right here, right now.”

“Everything okay here?” A voice boomed emerging from the depths of hell, before I could erupt. Of-fucking-course Kendall made his way over to join the party, just what was missing. “She said let go.” Kendall commanded, clasping a firm hand on Wills back, the noise echoed through the lobby, his presence adding fuel to the fire.

Will's eyes hardened as he pushed my arm out of his grasp, I tumbled back from the force, Kendall quickly steadied me bringing a hand to my waist, as Will sulked his way back into the hall. I ripped Kendall’s arm off me with a huff and began making my way outside, almost tripping, ignoring his calls from behind. I was beginning to get a tension headache, it was all too much now. My ex-fiance cornered me and tried to tell me I was to blame for his affair and to pile on top of that Kendall, my boss had involved me in an affair, while failing to mention he was married. The cold air nipped at my skin as I continued pacing, with no direction, but I couldn't stay there for a second longer. I felt suffocated with my thoughts.

“Harper, wait. Are you okay?” Kendall called out from behind me, jogging to catch up.

“Leave me alone Kendall.” I shouted picking up my pace, but it was hard to do so in my heels. He's the last person I wanted to see right now. I was a couple blocks away from the venue now.

“Just wait up- fuck. What's wrong?” He asked, concern etched on his face. I was so sick of people asking me that. No I’m fucking not fine, my life is falling apart at a rate so fast that I can’t even pick up the pieces and try to repair it. Each time I attempted to pick up one piece, three more came crashing down.

He grabbed my aching wrist, that had just been assaulted by Will in an attempt to stop me. I flinched sucking in a sharp breath and he immediately let go. “Did he hurt you?” His eyes were two angry black points, his fists clenched by his side as he watched me try to soothe the pain away, rubbing my wrist with my good hand.

“Did he fucking hurt me? What about you kendall?” I lashed out, jabbing my finger in his chest. “What about you? Oh but of course you would never hurt me right? Because you’ve convinced me that you're such a great guy, always coming to my rescue. Is that what you want to hear?” He shook his head trying to understand where my aggression was coming from, how long did he think he could keep up the lie for? How long did he think he could keep this from me? “Fuck off and have a nice life with your wife.” I turned around and took off again, not wanting to hear whatever explanation he was going to pull out of his ass.

“Harper- I can explain.” I heard his footsteps still following me, from a distance. The audacity he had to continue following me after I had caught him red handed. What was it with men tonight trying to explain all their fuck ups to me. First Will and now kendall.

“That's great, go tell your wife.”

“Harper please- just fuck- just wait a second.” He persisted, running ahead of me and planting himself in front of me, towering over me. “My wife and I-”

“Kendall, I don't want to hear it. And I honestly don't care what you have to say. Nothing is going to change the fact that you're married. There's nothing for you to explain. So please just go.” I said exasperated, letting out a deep breath, closing my eyes not wanting to even look at his face. Bitter tears escaped from the corners of my eyes as my lips quivered. I hated myself for crying, I didn’t want him to think I was hurt by him, it was tears of frustration encouraged by my drunken mind. “This was all a mistake. You were such a mistake.”

“Rava and I are separated.” He sighed, my eyes snapped open. “We've been separated for months.”

“That doesn't mean anything to me. You don't mean anything to me.” I said, looking away from him, crossing my arms over my chest shivering, as the wind picked up. I felt him gently place his blazer around my shoulders. “It doesn't matter if you're separated, Kendall, you still should have told me.” l said, wiping at my eyes with the back of my hands.

“I thought you knew. Everybody knows.” He exhaled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair.

“It doesn't matter, because whatever this thing between us is, or was. It's done.” I sniffled, looking up at him with flaming eyes. His face was crumpled up like a used tissue, as the blood drained from his face, he stood still for a second.

“Do you really mean that?” His voice was heavy with regret. “Or are you just pushing me away because you're afraid?”

“Ofcourse I’m fucking afraid, I’m fucking terrified. Kendall in what world do we make it out of this on top? You are still my boss, this can't happen. Think about what people will say if they find out. Any accomplishment I've ever made will only be seen as because I was sleeping with the boss." I strained to explain, my voice cracking. “I've worked too hard to get to where I am. I've scraped my way up from the bottom. So I can't have this tarnish my reputation. Us even speaking right now is inappropriate, anyone could see this and report it to HR.” I didn't expect him to understand my predicament at all, he comes from money, I don't. We live in different worlds. His is full of private jet rides, maids, chefs, his biggest worry is trying to take over his father’s company. My world is subway rides, living off of cheap coffee and struggling to make rent each month.

“Harper, you don't have to worry about any of that, I promise you. I'll take care of you. I am HR, everything goes through me.” He argued softly grabbing my hands, his soft eyes boring into mine, the street lights illuminating them to appear a lighter haze colour. “If you want this, I can make it work. We can make it work.” Could we make it work? If he and his wife are separated, it still won’t be easy. Their lives will still remain entangled until they officially divorce. Will they even get divorced, what if they reconcile? The thoughts swirled in my head as I weighed out the pros and cons.

“I need another drink.” I muttered taking in his words.

“Alright, let's get you another drink then. Lets ditch this gala, I can't stand to be around those people anymore.” He smirked victoriously, leaning in to meet my lips.

“Not here.” I pressed my hands on his firm chest, even though I so desperately wanted him, the anger now simmering down in me. “And we can't be seen together in public. I don't need another scandal.”

“Okay.” He thought for a moment, I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to find a way to keep me close to him. “Let's go back to my place, my chef can make us something to eat, since we're missing dinner.” I pressed my lips together, conflicted. Despite the allure of food and drinks, my heart pounded with uncertainty. The idea of returning to his place filled me with a sense of unease, a nagging voice of caution whispering in the back of my mind. Everything was happening so quickly, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to dive headfirst into the unknown. My stomach churned with hunger, a reminder of the alcohol swirling in my system, clouding my judgement. Food did sound appealing, but the thought of being alone with Kendall in the intimate setting of his home made me shift uncomfortably. It felt like too much, too soon. As I hesitated, my mind drifted back to our kiss, replaying the moment over and over again in my mind, as it burned in my core. I longed for his touch, for the warmth of his embrace, despite the complications and risks.

“I also have a fully stocked bar.” He added, and all my nervous thoughts seemed to melt away. It was the final push I needed, the reassurance that I could drown my doubts in a haze of alcohol, numbing myself to the reality of our situation.

“Lead the way.” I nodded with a tentative smile

“My driver is around back.” He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and leading me to the car. He opened the door for me, “Ladies first.”

“You are so cringe.” I laughed sliding in, before he sat next to me, shutting the door behind him. He was pressed up beside me, arm now around my waist, hand resting on my hip, his knee squished against mine. He put the partition up.

He turned to me, his gaze lingering on the silk gown that clung to my curves. "You look beautiful," he remarked, his voice soft and sincere. "The gown suits you perfectly."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks at his compliment, a warmth spreading through me despite my efforts to remain composed. "Thank you," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes softened as he continued to study me, his gaze filled with a mixture of admiration and something else, something I couldn't quite place. "I've been wanting to tell you that all night, from the minute you stepped foot into the hall." He confessed. "When I was making my speech, I could barely focus seeing you sat there, looking like- like a fucking godess."

“So why didn't you say it to me before?” I pouted, hearing the words I had been longing to hear all night. Not from the million other people there, but from him.

“Because I knew I wouldn't be able to control myself if you were standing in front of me in that hall.” His voice was low, in my ear sending waves of heat down my spine, aching in between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to control myself. He brought a hand to my jaw cradling it, “you're so fucking perfect.” He whispered, before crashing his lips into mine, the kiss was deep yet rough. He sucked my bottom lip as I let out a low moan, his hands roaming around my body like they had a fucking free pass, he squeezed my ass, earning another moan from me. The mixture of alcohol and lust in my system gave me the sudden confidence to pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, battling with his tongue for dominance.

“Kendall-” I breathed against his lips. “Your driver- he’s- he’s gonna hear….” I trailed off as he began kissing down my neck, nipping and biting my sensitive skin, only stopping when the car was parked in front of his apartment building. He stepped out offering me a hand, which I accepted, trying to calm my thrashing heart.

We made our way into the elevator. “God, this fucking dress. Who did you wear it for?” He wrapped his arms around me, his hands resting on my ass, backing me up against the wall.

“I wore it for you. Nice lipstick.” I giggled, sticking my index finger in my mouth and sucking it, letting release slowly with a pop. He watched me intensely letting out a low groan. I gently grazed my wet finger against his swollen cherry stained lips, attempting to fade away the remainder of my lipstick.

“Fuck.” He sighed, his eyes were dark. “You have no idea what you're doing to me right now.”

He lead me out of the elevator, unlocking the door to his penthouse, leaning down to place a peck on my lips. He guided me to the kitchen. I was in awe of the size of it, covered in shining black marble, not a speck of dust in sight. Across from the kitchen, the sitting room had floor to ceiling glass windows wrapping around the entire length of the apartment. I stood there admiring the view for a minute.

“Shit I sent the chefs home tonight because I had intended to stay out for dinner.” Kendall sighed leaning against the counter, shooting me an apologetic look.

“It's okay. There was talk of a fully stocked bar no? Or was that a lie too?” I pouted, knowing that I needed something to calm the nerves in the pit of my stomach.

“Yes, that I do have.” He laughed walking to the small bar area in the corner of the kitchen. There were endless shelves stocked with every type of spirit. Brands I couldn’t even pronounce, brands that I never even gave a second glance to in the liquor store, because I knew they were not in my price range. There was freshly cut lemons and limes, an ice bucket, a mini fridge stocked with mixers. So this is what heaven looks like. I climbed up over the counter, Kendall supporting my hips up to help lift me, I landed ungracefully on the other side with a thud. “What are you doing?” Kendall chuckled looking down at me amused.

I picked myself up, throwing a dish towel over my shoulder. “What can I get you?” I beamed at him.

“Fuck me, hottest fucking bartender ever.” He said with a crooked smile taking a seat on one of the barstools. “I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. When's your shift done sweetheart?”

“Sorry I don't date customers.” I winked, turning around to shovel some ice into a glass, grabbing one of the many bottles of expensive whiskey he had and pouring it in. I plonked a slice of lemon in it for a garnish. “And viola, here you are sir, your whiskey on the rocks.”

“Add it to my tab.” He smiled while taking a sip. ”And what will the beautiful lady be drinking?”

“Hmmm I’ve been drinking gin tonight, but why not spice it up with some whiskey.” I made myself a drink identical to Kendalls, taking a sip to admire my hard work and almost gagged as the corrosive liquid burned down my throat. “That is fucking horrible, how are you drinking it.” I gagged again, thinking it was a good idea to smell it and let it burn my nose too.

“Hey don't blame the drink, blame the bartender.” He shrugged. “Add some mixer, there's coke in the mini fridge.”

The coke made it a bit more bearable, but it still tasted like nail polish remover. I climbed over the bar again to seat myself on the barstool beside him. Taking another sip of my drink, scrunching my nose in disgust. “I don't know why you and your brother like this so much.”

“Oh so you met Roman?” He cocked an eyebrow. “I'm so sorry you had to go through that.”

“Yea he's- uh interesting to say the least.” Thinking back to the gala, I remembered Steve. “Oh shit, the gala- I ditched my date- fuck. One second.” I frantically pulled my phone out seeing the endless messages from Steve asking if I was okay, and where I had gone. I let him know that I had a run in with Will and was back home safe and sound, before turning my attention back to Kendall who had a quizzical look on his face.

“So this date of yours, was it the guy who was harassing you?” He furrowed his brows, as he gripped his glass, the veins in his forearm almost bursting.

“Fuck no, my date was Steve. The guy outside….” I trailed off trying to put into less vulgar terms. “...was my ex-fiance.” I grimaced and tilted my head back and downed the remainder of my whiskey. Kendall watched mouth agape, reaching over bringing the bottle of whiskey and coke from the counter, realising this was a difficult conversation for me. “I don't even know what he was doing there.” I ran a hand through my hair, propping my elbow on the counter and resting my head against it. Kendall refilled my glass, which I thanked him for.

“Let me see your wrist.” He demanded, holding his hand out, gently inspecting the redness around my skin, he brought it to his lips kissing all over. I crossed my legs trying to stop the ache that had reawoken between my legs. He massaged my delicate wrist, I wished he would sooth my throbbing core like that. “Did he hurt you anywhere else?” There was darkness in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, but his touch was so soft, making me want him all the more.

I shook my head, taking another gulp of my drink. “Not physically at least, so it's fine.” I waved it off, not waiting to dwell on Will's malignant existence any longer. “So uh, how much money did you raise tonight?” I cleared my throat changing the topic.

“No fucking clue.” He chuckled, as he refilled his drink. “My family is gonna be pissed that I ditched. You're a bad influence on me.” He teased.

“Me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “If anything you're a bad influence on me. You made me ditch poor Steve.”

“Uh-huh, well you shouldn't have gone with him in the first place.” He huffed frustrated. “If you went with me, I would have made sure no one came within a 10 metre radius of you, your glass would have never been empty, and nobody would dare let their eyes linger on you for more than a second if you were on my arm.” His cockiness was reappearing, except instead of my usual repulsion, it turned me on and I hated it. Hearing him talk like this was sweet music to my ears, making my insides dance.

“I'll keep that in mind for next time.” I felt my cheeks flush, partially from the alcohol but also from his possessiveness over me.

“So there’s gonna be a next time huh?” he grinned from ear to ear.

We continued chatting about general stuff like work, what our interests were, how life was going. Kendall getting deep and telling me about his family, his childhood, his goals in life. He pried, trying to get to know more about me and I reluctantly gave him a few short responses about my personal life. We ended up on the sofa, comfortably sat next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another. I leaned back in the seat resting my eyes, as the room began to spin slightly. Kendall took another swig from the bottle, we had long ditched our glasses on the counter. The conversation drifted back to our exes, I was too drunk to even hold back this time, as was Kendall.

He handed the bottle back to me. “Yea- being married fucking sucks so much.” He said throwing his arms up exasperated. “I fucking married the wrong person. But at the time, I was like fuck yea this feels fucking right.”

“Yeah- I like- really and I mean like really really dodged a bullet there. Like I’m like- not even mad about it. Fuck getting married.” I slurred, agreeing with him.

“100 fucking percent fuck marriage, it ruined me.”

“But like, you’re still uh married? Why? Just like get a fucking divorce?”

“It’s complicated. I want to and so does she, but it’s just- pass me the fucking bottle.” He closed his eyes, taking another gulp, not even phased by it. “But it’s just fucking hard.”

“What like- don’t tell me you’re still- like in love with her.” I asked, letting out an overly dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes.

“No- no, I mean- I do love her. I’m always gonna have love for her. I’ve known her for 15 fucking years. But I don’t know- I want her to be happy.” He sighed undoing his bow tie and collar. “But we are getting a divorce, that is definitely fucking happening.”

“Mhmm.”

“And fucking what about Bill? What’s his deal?”

“Ugh him again.” I laughed, not even bothering to correct Kendall. “I think you have a crush on him, you bring him up more than me.”

“Come on, you just heard about my failed marriage, stop being so fucking cagey.”

“Pass me the fucking bottle.” He handed it over to me and I took a swing of it, hissing as it made its way down my oesophagus. “Fine, what about him? We were together since I was like 19 or maybe 20 I think. Or actually maybe 18? I don’t know- I like met him in college. But I used to be a fucking idiot back then- like I’m talking crackhead level stupid. I made so many bad decisions he was definitely the fucking worst one.” I continued rambling. “It was good at first you know, he said what I wanted to hear, did what I asked of him.” I hiccuped between words, reliving my past relationship. “But at the same time like- it wasn’t?”

Yeah- for sure.” He nodded, leaning back against the sofa with his hands resting behind his head, looking over at me, his eyes barely open. “Young love, I think college is the real thing to blame. You know? That’s where I met Rava and you met what’s his face.”

“You’re so fucking right.” I gasped, his words making complete sense in my barely functioning brain. “Like college romance needs to be banned. Like stop fucking around and open like a book or something.” We continued talking about everything and anything, coming up with our own philosophies that were so illogical but they made sense to us. Between us we shared one singular brain cell, after consuming an unhealthy amount of whiskey.

Wanting to put my feet up on the sofa, I attempted to unbuckle the straps of my heels, but failed miserably. I let out an exasperated sigh, lying back on the sofa and stretching my legs, bringing my feet to rest in his lap. “Can you get these off please.” I whined almost knocking over the bottle of whiskey which I had carelessly left on his white sofa. He picked it up and placed it on the coffee table.

“Fuck- why is there so many fucking buckles.” He grumbled as he attempted to undo the singular buckle, concentrating like he was deactivating a bomb. He gave up and brought it up to his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth, letting my aching foot free, his hot breath on my skin sent an electric shock up my leg. He did the same with the other foot. Before looking over to me with a sinister grin and started tickling me.

“KENDALL stop.” I shrieked sitting up, thrashing and kicking away his hands. Attempting to get my revenge I brought my fingers to his neck tickling him, as he squirmed under me, I was practically straddling him. He grabbed both my hands in his, realising the compromising position we were in, feeling him hardening under me, I grabbed his neck, closing the gap between us. He kissed me back with hunger, like he had been deprived of food and water for years. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His touch was more rough now, as his hands gripped and caressed my ass, kneading it like fine dough. He pulled me closer to the pine scent of his body, a cigarette smoked not so long ago lingering on his shirt. I began subconsciously grinding my hips against the tent in his pants, trying desperately to create some friction to soothe my throbbing centre. His warm hands slid under the skirt of my dress, rubbing them up and down my thighs, inching them higher each time. His fingers were getting dangerously close to my soaking panties, my breath hitched. Feeling my body tense against his, he pulled away, resting his forehead against mine.

“Kendall ….” I said breathless, looking down, feeling embarrassment wash over me. “I- I haven’t done this in a while. Like in a really, really long time actually.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay baby.” He released my thighs, bringing his hands out from under my dress and cradled my chin, making me meet his gaze. Hearing the sweet nickname fall from his mouth turned me on even more.

“I’m just nervous.”

“Why? You don’t have to be nervous, I'll take care of you.” He pressed his lips to my temple.

“I’ve only been intimate with like one person.” I said shyly.

“You’re so fucking innocent baby.” He brushed my hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “We don’t have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just tell me to stop.” His voice is rich, frail, as he empathised. He pulled my body into an adorning embrace, holding me like I was made of glass

“No-no I want this. I want you. Can we just take it slow.” Yet the realisation was prominent, that there would be no going back, once I went through with it. But at that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly, I didn’t care, I just wanted him.

His gaze relaxed moderately as he soothed his hands up and down my back, almost as if to assure himself of the words he had just heard. His lips met mine again, he got up from the sofa, hoisting me up, I instinctively wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to his room. The anticipation of what was to come overwhelmed me, my heart beating out of my chest. He gently placed me on the bed, lying me down on my back as he hovered over me, lips not leaving mine once. I traced his firm chest with my fingertips, drawing him into me. He began kissing down my neck, smiling against my skin as I let out a soft moan. Leaving a trail of kisses down to my cleavage. My dress shielded my breasts, nipples already hard through the fabric.

He brought his delicate hands to the straps of my dress. “Can I take this off?” I nodded, no longer capable of getting any words out, my mind foggy with lust.

“So beautiful, so fucking perfect baby.” He pulled down my dress, admiring my exposed breasts, the cold air quickly replaced by his wet mouth as he sucked on my nipple, twirling his tongue around, cupping my other breast, squeezing it tight. Swapping over to the other, placing sloppy kisses, pushing it deeper in his mouth savouring every inch of skin. My hands tugged at his hair as pleasure took over me.

“Kendall.” I gasped as he bit and nipped at my scorching skin. His free hand moved down from my hip to caress my inner thigh, ghosting over my panties. “Kendall please.” I begged, so needy for his touch, spreading my legs wider for him, grinding my hips up.

He unlatched his mouth from my breast. “Is this okay?” He locked eyes with me as his hand rubbed up and down over the soaked fabric.

“Yes- yes. I- it’s perfect.” I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Suspense bubbled in me, he was going so painfully slow. He slid my panties to the side, gently and languildy his fingers expertly teased the swollen nub of my clit, rubbing soothing circles.

“Your so fucking wet baby. How does that feel?” He cooed, my mind couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. It felt so good, I hadn’t been touched like this in so long, I was so deprived. “Does it feel good?”

“So good.” I sighed. “Feels so good Ken-“ the words got cut off in my throat as he moved his digits towards my slit.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” He was enjoying this, a lazy smile playing at his lips as he watched me squirm. His eyes burned into mine, seeing me so needy for him, so desperate for his touch. “You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Come on, use your words.” I should've known that he would make me beg, I should've known that he would be so good to me.

“Yes, please- please just-“ He pushed his middle finger inside my tight cunt. “Just like that.” I cried out as he pumped a finger in and out of me. My mind felt hazy, he added another finger, stretching me out, pumping faster now, curling his fingers as I let out a string of moans. I whined my disappointment as he removed his fingers from me, missing the fullness.

“I need to taste you, let me taste you.” He pleaded, getting on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He hiked my dress up to my waist, hooking his fingers under my panties and pulling them down my legs, revealing my smooth freshly shaven pussy. I sat up feeling self conscious. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay, I’m gonna take care of you.” He murmured, pressing a hand down on my chest to lay me back down. “Let me take care of you.” He began kissing up my inner thigh, gripping his hands firmly around my hips holding me in place. He worked his way closer and closer, eventually leaning in ever so slowly and licked all the way up my slit, tasting me. My eyes fluttered shut as he placed his hot mouth on my clit, sucking it like a pacifier, the fuzz of his stubble tickling me lightly. I could feel the pressure building up inside me, I ran my hands through this hair grasping it softly as he continued lapping his tongue up and down my slit greedily, fucking me with his tongue. His tongue travelled lower and lower, gently grazing over my tight rosebud.

“Have you ever had your ass eaten?” He looked up at me.

“No.” I squirmed, he sensed my uneasiness.

“Do you want to feel good, baby?” He asked circling his tongue around my wrinkled rosebud again, it felt fucking good, sending shivers up my spine.

“Yes, please- please make me feel good.” I begged between gasps. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, to give himself more access as continued to worship my tight pink bud. The sensation felt different, unlike anything I had experienced before but it felt so good. His index finger rubbed soothing circles around my pink hole.

“Do you trust me?”

I looked down at him, seeing his face buried between my thighs. “Yes- yess fuck I do Kendall.” I panted.

He opened his mouth letting a string of spit fall down and pool down on my rosebud and slid his finger into my tight hole. “Just relax baby.” He murmured.

“Kendall.” I whimpered at the foreign sensation, it hurt so good. My quivering walls grasped his finger tightly at first adjusting to the intrusion, but soon his finger glided deep in my ass. I was grinding my hips against him, my aching cunt deprived of his attention. I needed him everywhere all at once. He brought his face back to my dripping pussy, devouring me, sucking every crease, crevice and fold before latching onto my clit again. He alternated between fast and slow flicks of affection, using his free hand to pump 2 digits in my dripping wet cunt.

Hearing the sounds of his wet tongue on me continued building up the pressure in my lower abdomen, getting tighter and tighter. My senses heightened and my hands desperately fisted the bed sheets, sweat sheening my brow. “You're so close aren't you sweet girl? Cum on my face.” His dirty talk, sending me over the edge, my back arching into him.

“Oh fuck- Kendall.” I choked out throwing my head back, eyes rolling to the back of my head. My mind exploded in a white, pleasure filled haze as the sensations from his relentless assault on my clit and his finger plunged in my forbidden orifice all while simultaneously pumping 2 digits in my cunt. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, grinding my hips against his face, I rode out my high. Legs trembling, my ass spasmed clenching around his finger as he continued to fuck me though my orgasm, he hummed in satisfaction against my clit. He removed his hands from me, placing one final tender kiss on my sensitive clit, making me jump.

He brought his face back up to my crimson cheeks and eyes glossy. He caressed my face as I panted for air, my chest heaving. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, stroking my hair, as I came down back to Earth. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, making me taste myself against his lips.

I regained some composure bringing my shaky hands up and palming at his hardness through his pants. “Fuck.” He groaned burying his head into my neck. I hastily undid his belt buckle, he helped me shimmy his trousers and boxers off, his cock sprung out bouncing against his stomach. I wriggled out from under him, flipping us over to straddle him, rubbing my wetness against his dick. “Fucking so good baby.” He sat up, undoing my zipper with a quick motion of his fingers and tossing my dress over his shoulder. I was fully exposed now, I felt so naked, so bare in front of him as I covered my face with my hands, feeling so small. He brought my hands down, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You just came on my face, don't get shy on me now.” He smirked.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, and threw it on the ground. Bringing my fingers to his thick cock, a few veins ran up his shaft, the swollen pink head dripping with precum at the sight of me. I started pumping him, locking eyes with him as I spat down on his cock for some lubrication, he hissed grabbing my hips tightly. A surge of courage took over me, pushing him down on the bed, I lifted my hips hovering over his cock, I grabbed it rubbing it up and down my slit, he gaped up at me. I lined it up against my entrance, ready to lower myself on him, he held my hips in place stopping me.“You want to ride me? Are you sure Harper? You don't have to.” His eyes grew with concern.

“No, I want to Kendall, I want to ride you. Just- please- just let me ….let me make you feel good.” I whined, he sighed agreeing, keeping his eyes on me as I lowered myself down on him, he was so much bigger than Will, so much thicker, I could only take him a little at a time. Soft moans left my mouth as I was half way down his cock, his firm grip on my hips being the only thing keeping me up right, stopping me from crumbling down, as the sensation of his thick cock mixed with the alcohol pulsing through my blood was making me feel lightheaded.

“You're doing so good.” He groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes. “So good baby, taking my cock so well.” He let me work at my own pace as his breathing quickened slightly. “I know you can take me, all of me.” I lifted up off him again, and sank back down, taking all of him, the stretch was far too intense. He was so deep in me, I could feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my whimpers, silent tears streaming down my face, as I clawed at his chest. My lips unintentionally curled into a slight frown. “Fuck- are you okay Harper.”

“Fuck- yeah I’m fine you’re just- just a lot to take.” I whimpered, looking down at him through heavy eyelids, trying to adjust to his length and girth, but I could barely move at this angle without feeling the sting of pain. He swiftly flipped us over, cock still engulfed deep in me as my head crashed onto the soft pillows.

“It’s okay baby, let me take care of you.” He murmured, between soft kisses on my trembling lips. “I’ll be so gentle.” He reassured me, showering my face with kisses, his thumb wiping away stray tears from my cheeks. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” I breathed in a shallow breath, wrapping my arms around the nape of his neck.

He pulled out of me, sinking back in me ever so slowly. “Fuck your so tight.” He hissed. I cried out, feeling so full again. His balls rested against my core with his cock sheathed all the way in, I took in slow, shallow breaths, attempting to soothe the burning away. I could feel each inch of him, each ridge, each curve of his meaty cock inside me. “You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good.” He groaned in my ear, his voice was strained, like he was holding himself back for me. He pulled all the way out again and plunged back in a few more times, letting my walls accommodate him. Careful not to thrust, taking his time, being so patient, so gentle just like he promised.

“Kendall, please.” I moaned, dragging my nails down his back, the pain melted away, pleasure overtaking me as the tip of his cock, hit a spot deep in me, igniting a fire that only he could put out. My walls were practically pulsing around him now, begging for more.

“What is it baby?” He asked, searching my eyes.

“Fuck me.” I rasped, my eyes fluttering shut. After gaining my approval he sighed in relief and thrusted his cock in me roughly, at a brutal pace. My eyes flew open, I gasped digging my nails into his biceps. His fingers dug into my hips as I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing to feel him deeper, quivering under him. “Feels so good Ken.” I moaned in his mouth, at some point our lips must have entangled again. His eyes never leaving mine, praises of encouragement falling from his lips.

“You look so good taking my cock, sweet girl.” Overwhelmed, my body trembled with each thrust, stretching me out, the waves of pleasure flooding me whole, coursing through me. Broken breaths paired with his name fell from my lips, parted slightly.

His cock dwelled deeper in me, my taut muscles milking his cock. “Listen to the sounds you're making, baby.” The sounds my cunt made each time he pumped in, they were so sinful, so wet. “You’re so wet for me baby.” Hearing the word baby fall from his lips made me even wetter.

“Mhmm.” I let out a string of embarrassingly loud moans, not being able to find a singular word in the English language to describe the euphoric feeling. He jerked faster, his cock throbbing in me, twitching pulsating, muffled moans scattering his breath. His sizeable dick sliding into my wetness with ease now, like he fucking owned it.

My breasts bounced under him, as he fucked me mercilessly his cock splitting me inch by inch, it felt so good I was seeing stars. He pressed his face to my chest, placing sweet kisses, tasting my salty skin, kissing back up my neck. “I need more.” I moaned, as he continued pounding into me. He released one of his hands from my hips and brought it to my touch starved clit, rubbing aggressive circles. I was in complete bliss as I felt my orgasm build. “Don't stop.” I begged. His balls slammed against me with each thrust.

“Ken I’m-”

“Fuck- me too,” sweat beaded across his forehead, as his skin flushed pink. “Cum for me baby, you've been so good, you deserve it. You're so fucking good for me.” Hearing his praise sent me over the edge again, as I let out incoherent moans and gasps. He groaned as I dug my nails into him, drawing blood. He drew back, balancing on his knees, grabbing my ankles and throwing them over his shoulders, he fucked me relentlessly, with harsh thrusts as I rode out my high clenching around his unforgiving cock. I practically sobbed feeling each curve of his cock as he buried himself deeper into me, tears pricking my eyes. He let out a haggard breath before pulling out and releasing on my stomach, collapsing on me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. I ran my hands through his hair soothing him as his chest heaved against mine.

“Fuck.” He rolled off me to lay beside me, he cradled my jaw, pressing a tender kiss on my lips. “You're fucking amazing.” He got up leaving the room and returned in his boxers carrying a damp towel. He gently grazed my skin, cleaning up his mess. He was doing exactly what he said he would, taking care of me. He dabbed the towel over my abused cunt, I winced feeling the soreness his girth left behind. “Sorry. Do you need anything?” His eyes softened.

“Water please.” I rasped, smiling as he scurried off. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, not even the man who claimed to love me. I retrieved my panties bunched up on the ground, sliding them on before throwing on Kendall’s button down. He returned with a cold bottle of water, leading me back to the bed, he drew the comforter back, pulling me under with him. I winced again coming in contact with the mattress. I pressed the water bottle between my legs, trying to soothe the stinging.

Kendall’s brows furrowed in concern, he wrapped an arm around my waist, turning to face me. “Fuck- sorry, was I too rough?” He asked with apologetic eyes.

“No, no you were perfect.” I let out a small laugh, seeing him get so worried about me. “She’s just out of practice.” I said gesturing down to my core.

“Is there anything I can do?” He glanced down at the water bottle. “To uh, help her I guess.”

“She’ll be fine, don’t worry.” I reassured him, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Uh, okay so thank you for the lovely evening, but I like- have to get going now.” I sighed, slithering off the bed, trying to keep my weight off my pelvis. I stood up, my legs still wobbling from the aftershocks of the not one but two ground shattering orgasms I received.

“What? No, you don’t have to leave. Stay.” Kendall sat up on the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips pulling me into him from behind, his cheek resting on my ass, before I could leave.

“I can’t, Kendall we both have work in the morning and I certainly can’t fucking wear last night's dress in.” I argued, trying to wriggle out of his grip.

“I wouldn’t mind it if you showed up to work everyday in that dress.” I felt him smiling against me.

“Kendall seriously…” He pulled me down onto his lap gently placing a hand between my legs, cupping around my soreness, relieving some weight off it. My back was pressed against his firm chest, as he rested his chin on my shoulder, wrapping his other arm around my waist.

“It’s Saturday tomorrow.” His chuckle vibrated through my entire body. “Please just stay, you're drunk and walking like Bambi. Just let me take care of you Harper.” How could I say no to his sweet words? I begrudgingly agreed and got back under the covers with him, he kept his arms around me, holding me close.

“You’re impossible.” I rolled my eyes.

“I always get what I want.” He smirked.

“Oh I need to go get-" I shifted taking his arm off my waist

“What? What do you need? I'll get it.” He cut me off. “You stay here and rest.” His tone was stern.

“My phone.” I said sheepishly.

And without another word he rushed off again, returning moments later with my clutch in one hand and an ice pack in the other. He put it between my legs holding it in place, I closed my heavy eyelids sighing in relief. “You're so good to me Ken” I whispered resting my head on his chest before dozing off.

“You deserve it and so much more baby.”

Chapter 4 and onwards

#kendall roy x oc #kendall roy #succession #logan roy #roman roy #shiv roy #i can fix him #sucession #fight for you #kendall roy fanfiction #enemies to lovers #slow burn #ao3 fanfic

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this with rlc fuck. just imagine getting home after a night out with some of the boys from the team. you've had a little too much to drink and started to get really flirty with mason, ruben seeing red and dragging you home to remind you who you belong to.

Daaamn 🥵 this request got stuck in my brain from the very first moment I received it! Now it’s finally here! Enjoy it!

“I only have eyes for you.”

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: Going out with Ruben’s teammates and their girls might just become your favourite thing to do, seen how the night is going to end.

Warnings: it gets kind of steamy at the end (SMUT)

gif credits to @azpiiicueta

“You ready babygirl?” your boyfriend Ruben asked you, as he watched you struggling to fasten your necklace.

“Yeah, I am…” you said, growing annoyed at the piece of jewelry around your neck.

Ruben’s full lips slightly curved up in a sweet grin upon hearing your voice; in two strides he was behind you, his hands gently hovering over yours.

“May I?”

“Thank you,” you sighed, glad that your man was there to save the day, as he always did, “this thing here was driving me nuts!” you told him as you adjusted the necklace perfectly, right in the middle of your dress’ plunging neckline.

“You wanna know what’s driving me nuts? You are. I’ll have to keep an eye on you tonight,” he growled, lowering his head to kiss the top of your naked shoulder, while his hands grazed the smooth skin of your arms, “this dress looks amazing on you…”

“Easy there tiger,” you snickered, bending your head backwards enough to rest it on his chest, “I only have eyes for you, you know that right?”

“I know that,” he assured you, “but it’s my teammates we’re going out with, and I’m kinda jealous to share you with them.”

“You won’t have to share me with them,” you smiled at him as you applied your perfume on your neck right below your ear, earning a glare from Ruben, that inhaled pretty much all of the fragrance, “I’m just gonna have some fun with the girls while you boys talk about the same old football techniques…”

“Yeah if you don’t suffocate me first that is…” he coughed.

As soon as you stepped inside the packed club, Ruben quickly took your hand in his, slightly tightening his hold as he looked at you in a silent question; he wanted to know if you were okay. His usual, careful self made an appearance as it did every time you went out with his friends, but you were just as quick in reassuring him that you were more than fine. After all, you were with him.

You made a beeline to the booth your friends were in with Ruben right in front of you, guiding you by your still entwined hands.

“Rubes!” Mason shouted as he hugged your boyfriend, as he always did to greet him, “You guys are finally here! Hey Y/N!” he smiled as he moved to hug you, and you could feel Ruben tense by the way he was fiddling with your fingers.

“Hey Mase, it’s so good to see you!” you smiled, trying to wind your man up a little, “Oh my God hi!” you shouted as you spotted the rest of your girl friends sitting right behind Mason.

You left Ruben standing there, talking with Mason, while you sat down with the best part of your group of friends.

“It was about time!” Sophia hugged you, “It’s been so long since we last had a proper night out!”

“Blame it on the guys,” you playfully rolled your eyes at her, “and on their busy schedule!”

“You’re right!” she giggled, “It’s time we start going out even when they can’t!”

“Oh yeah girl! I’d drink to that!” you and the rest of the girls laughed at her suggestion.

“I have the impression that Ruben is not gonna like that idea though…” Andrea said, as she kept looking behind you, “It’s like he can’t take his eyes off of you girl!”

“Let him watch all he wants,” you smirked, “I wore this dress for a reason!”

“God you’re such a tease!” the keeper’s girlfriend chuckled at your antics, right before she stood up from her seat, “By the way, are we drinking or??”

“We so are!” you and Sophia nodded your head in excitement as you both followed her to the bar.

You could feel Ruben’s eyes on you even from afar, and that made you feel so powerful; your plan was working, and you were sure that with a little help from some alcohol in your system your night was going to be one that you would enjoy for sure.

The only problem was that one shot turned into two, then into three, then to one drink, two drinks… it was always like that when you girls went out together. Alcohol was a must during your nights out.

As you were waiting for them to come back from the toilet, you were startled by Mason’s presence. He stood right beside you at the bar, ordering some drinks for his teammates.

“Hey,” he shouted, “are you enjoying yourself??” he smiled at you as he lowered his head to speak in your ear.

“I am!” you smiled at him, glancing over his shoulder and immediately spotting Ruben, the look on his face enough to let you know that he wasn’t completely okay with you being that close to Chelsea’s number nineteen, “What about you? Are you boys having fun?” you asked him, leaning your hand on his shoulder as you moved closer to him.

“We are,” he beamed at you, “I only hope you girls aren’t having too much to drink, or else my poor friends are gonna have a handful with you three!”

“Is that what you think??” you half smiled at him, touching his arm as you once again looked at your boyfriend, the same boyfriend that was walking to where you were standing, “You’re so cute when you worry for your friends, but you don’t have to, we don’t get drunk that easily!”

“Oh is that why you’re this flirty tonight??” Mason chuckled as he knew you were acting like that because of the one too many drinks you had, “I don’t think Ruben will be too happy about that…” he laughed as he felt Ruben’s presence behind him, “Is that so Rubes??”

“Oh it’s definitely so.” the club was full of people, and the music was blasting through the speakers, but even in your slightly intoxicated state you could hear the roughness in Ruben’s voice.

“Babyyy!” you shouted, throwing your arms around your man’s neck, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Not too much.” he growled in your ear, while his hands grasped your hips in a possessive way, in a delicious way, “But you are, I see.”

“I am,” you smirked at him, “I think partying with your mates is kinda growing on me!”

“Is it?” he asked, “You wanna know what I think?”

“Of course I do baby…”

“I’m only gonna tell you this once.” Ruben talked directly in your ear, his voice low, the lowest you’ve ever heard, “We’re gonna go home now. We’re gonna go home ‘cause I think you had too much to drink, and that made you forget who you should be flirting with and who not.”

“Are you gonna remind me then?”

“Oh you can count on it.”

“Who told you to take that dress off?” Ruben tilted his head to the side upon seeing you strut towards him with just your lace thong on.

“I thought it was okay to do so,” you looked up at him through your lashes once you were standing closely in front of him, “I mean, it looked like you wanted it off when we were in the car earlier…”

“I wanted the dress off, I still do.” he stated, “But I wanted to be the one to undress you.”

“I’m pretty sure I can undress myself.” you shrugged, crossing your arms over your naked chest and making Ruben gulp at the sight of your boobs, “I can take care of myself too, if that was the matter tonight.”

“I’m sure of that.” you were defying him, and that made Ruben’s blood boil in a good way, “That’s not the point. The point is,” he started as he grabbed your crossed arms with his hand, pushing you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, “I’m not sure you can take care of yourself when you’re drunk. I mean, you don’t even know who you’re flirting with.”

“Is this about Mason?” you teased him some more, as the alcohol that was left in your body was making you feel confident enough to provoke him; in all honesty, you wanted him to have his way with you tonight. And you were going to do everything in your power to have him where you wanted.

“No.”

“Are you sure?” you smirked at him, while his hold on your arms slightly tightened.

“I am.” he said firmly, “This is about you, and the way you so easily forgot who you were out with. But don’t worry,” he lowered his lips to the shell of your ear, “you’re going to remember that very soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

In a matter of seconds, you landed with your back on the sheets, pushed by Ruben’s hand. Your breathing was already laboured, as you were growing impatient.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ruben asked you as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, keeping his eyes on you.

“Oh that’s easy, because I want you.”

“You do huh?” he smirked, now fully naked and on his knees right between your thighs, “I want you too.. I wanna fuck you so bad, and so hard that I’m gonna make you scream my name.”

“Please Rubes,” you were a whiny mess already, just by hearing his words, “please baby…”

“I didn’t even touch you, and you already beg for me.” he chuckled, a flash of sudden sweetness and adoration appeared in his eyes as he lowered his face enough to kiss you.

Needless to say, that kiss was messy. Ruben poured all of his jealousy into it, while you put the need you felt for him, the need you had been feeling all day long. Your lips, your tongues, your instincts fought for dominance, as neither of you wanted to surrender to the other.

“You want me to fuck you?” Ruben whispered breathlessly against your lips.

“Yes please baby…”

“Good. I wanna hear you scream my name.” he said as his lips trailed from your face to your neck, gently biting your sensitive skin.

“Make me.”

“I’m starting to have enough of this attitude,” he growled as you felt him move your thong to the side, slowly guiding his dick to your entrance and sliding it into you, “I think I’ll have to fuck it out of you, what do you say? Hm?” he breathed as he could already feel you contract around him.

“Fuck Ruben!” you whimpered, his actions completely unexpected as he started fucking you without a warning.

“Oh yeah I’m planning on doing that love,” he smirked as he took your chin between his fingers, while his slow movements were enough to turn you into a moaning mess below him, “But I can’t hear you say my name. You know I wanna hear that.”

“Rubenn…” you moaned while your nails scratched his lower back, “oh fuck me!”

“Yes baby, I’m fucking you,” he groaned as his movements got faster, the feel of you around him was making him feel lightheaded paired with the jealousy he was still feeling, “I am. Not Mason.”

You didn’t know where that came from, but you couldn’t help yourself as the next words left your mouth.

“What a shame he isn’t.” you bit your lower lip as soon as you saw him looking directly into your eyes, his gaze burning, fire was flooding his usually brown orbs making them look of a warmer colour. His hips stopped suddenly.

“What did you just say?”

It was a dangerous game and you knew that, but this was all it was, a game. A game Ruben was willing to play with you, more than willing actually.

“I said it’s a shame he isn’t fucking me.”

“You think so?” he said licking his lips, and when he saw you nodding your head he caught on to your act, “You don’t really think that don’t you? You purposely wound me up, didn’t you?”

“Maybe I did…” you sighed, feeling as he started to move again.

“Maybe you did huh?” he hummed, “You’re such a tease…”

He started to pound into you, punctuating everything he said with one of his thrusts.

“Firstly, you wore that dress, and you knew that was going to drive me crazy.”

“Then you didn’t even glance at me all night long.”

“Oh and what about the way you danced with the girls?”

“But the highlight of the night was the way you hit on Mason, I was so fucking jealous!”

His pace quickened once again, and you couldn’t find any words. All you could do was moan as you clung to his muscly arms for dear life.

“I did look at you Ruben…”

“Oh you did??” he was breathless, and he was breathtaking: the little droplets of sweat on his forehead and the fierce look in his eyes made your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucked you, hard. “Oh no. Don’t do that. I want you to look at me right now. Look at me.” he growled, hooking his forefinger around your necklace and making you stare directly into his eyes.

“Rubes fuck I’m so close!” you whimpered, growing sensitive at his change of pace.

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to cum and I want you to look at me while you do, can you do that?” he rasped, his voice low and full of desire, a clear signal that he was just as close as you were, “Can you do that baby?”

He leaned his forehead against yours, guiding his hips against you, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you. His soft moans were like music to your ears, a perfect opposition to the loud music you listened to all night long.

You simply nodded your head as Ruben sighed, he didn’t need to restrain himself anymore and he felt his body combust as soon as you placed your hands on his sculpted lower abdomen, right beside his v-lines.

“Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum,” you moaned, as the feeling of his tensed muscles under your fingertips was letting you feel the strength of his hips even more, “oh God Ruben!”

“Look at me.” he ordered you as he pushed into you faster and faster, chasing his own high while he made sure to make yours last as long as he could.

As soon as you locked your eyes on him, he was a goner. He was fucked. Throughly fucked. He fell right into your trap, but he swore that being trapped had never felt this good.

“Look at me.” it was you this time asking him to look at you as he reached his high, and the look that he tried to hide behind his eyelids was one you were sure you’d die for: in his eyes there was fire, there was lust, love, all the possessiveness he felt was right there, in his deep brown eyes.

“Fuck baby…” he sighed as he rested his body on top of yours, relaxing under your touch.

“You know I love you right?” you smiled as you kissed his temple.

“Hm hm” he hummed.

“And you know what I said was true? That I only have eyes for you?”

“I do…” he murmured.

“I didn’t mean to make you jealous-” you were interrupted by your boyfriend’s head snapping to look at you, “okay I didn’t mean to make you this jealous, I’m sorry.”

“You know that I love you right?” he asked this time.

“I do.” you smiled at him, running your nails at the base of his neck.

“And you know I only have eyes for you?”

“Hm hm.” you chuckled as he was making fun of you by saying those things, even if he was deadly serious and you knew that.

“Okay, so, next time you want me to fuck you just say it.” he smirked, as he knew that would wind you up, “I promise I’m not gonna say no.”

“Fuck you Ruben!” you whined.

“You just did, babe.”

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