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holdmytesseract · 2 years ago

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A Fresh Page 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Fullfilling Ella's wish turns out to be more difficult than anticipated...

Warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive smut, pregnancy things

Word Count: 4,6k

a/n: Happy New Year, guys! 🥳🍾 What better way to start into 2023, than with a whole new chapter of the Baby Fever AU?! 😍🥳

Big shoutout to @aagn360 for giving me some wonderful ideas for this oneshot! ☺️🥰 I hope you guys love it as much as I do! 😁🧡

Also, I'm very relieved and happy to be back, even if it was just for a short amount of time... ☺️🙈

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel

MASTERLIST °☆• BABY FEVER MASTERLIST

Adding another baby to your family was harder than you anticipated - that much you knew and learned. What sometimes happened within the blink of an eye, on a drunk one-night-stand or the mistake to use no protection - hence, even a broken condom or one forgotten pill could be fatal. Well, not to you, as it seemed.

Ella had been a planned child and everything went super smooth. Within weeks you had found yourself being pregnant. Being the sassy God Loki was, he blamed it on his superior biology of course; boosting his ego. Now, barely six years later, Loki's superior biology seemed to lost its 'super power' - or well, parts of your body seemed to lost its function. Almost a year had passed by now since you and Loki started the mission of giving Ella a sibling, but nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. Every pregnancy test you took, came back negative. With the time passing, Ella got impatient, didn't understand what took her parents so long. "Things like this just take time, sometimes, sweetie." You'd always tell her and try to tame her curiosity and impatience. Needless to say, neither you or Loki understood what exactly was wrong. You were both fine, got thoroughly checked by the best Asgardian doctors. Fate just didn't want it to happen, as it seemed. This all started to take its toll on you. With every negative pregnancy test, you blamed yourself more and more for it - despite the fact that you knew, that it wasn't actually your fault. Loki tried to reassure you and be supportive as best as he could, but it was a disappointment for you nevertheless. That was exactly the situation you were currently facing - again, for the hundredth time.

You stared at the little stick in your hands. Negative. Again. With a sigh, you closed your eyes, trying to prevent the tears from falling. You didn't know why you were still taking tests... It was always the same result. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you inhaled deeply, tried desperately to keep yourself together - but it just wasn't possible. The result weighed you down; the feeling of failure kicking in once again. The tears started to fall in waterfalls, running unbridled down your face. And suddenly was all you wanted to do, shut yourself off; away from the world and sink down this deep dark whole you got sucked into. Not caring about the pregnancy test, which clattered to the bathroom floor, you stormed out of the room, straight into direction bedroom. Burying yourself underneath layers and layers of pillows and blankets, you laid there, crying and crying for hours on no end. You didn't even notice how the main door to your apartment got opened...

Unbeknownst to you, had Loki just returned from an utterly boring meeting. Steve had insisted to discuss that mission this evening and not wait until tomorrow morning - much to Loki's dismay. He actually wanted to spend a nice evening with you today, since Ella was at Thor's for a sleepover with Eisa, but well... Rogers thwarted the God's plans. Closing the main door behind him, green seidr enveloped his body immediately, changing him from a black suit into something casual. Loose grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt. "Y/N?" Loki shouted through the apartment. "Darling, I'm back!" He received no answer. Quirking an eyebrow, he made his way into the living room first, to check if you were there. Nothing. He checked a few other rooms too, noticing that every light was off. The God was already about to just call you, when he entered the bathroom, switching on the light and seeing a little plastic stick laying on the ground. Frowning, he bend down to pick it up - only to realise that it was a pregnancy test. A negative pregnancy test. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and suddenly he had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh no..." Loki mumbled, before he made his way out of the bathroom and straight towards the bedroom.

Cautiously, he stepped inside the spacious room, turning on the lights - but immediately dimming them down. "Y/N?" No answer. His eyes landed on the big pile of blankets and pillows, literally stacked up in the middle of the bed. There was absolutely no mistaking, that you were hiding somewhere in that bundle. The God sighed once again, eyebrows knitted together with sadness.

Slowly he approached the bed. "Y/N, darling... I know what happened..." He started in a soft voice, removing the first 'layer' from the pile. "I-I saw it..." Another layer. "I'm so sorry, my love." And another layer. "I know this is absolutely torturous..." A few pillows. "And not at all fair - not in the slightest." The thick, woollen blanket was the last thing left covering you. Loki would probably never understand how you were still able to breath underneath all those pillows and blankets - and in another situation, he would've laughed about your sweet, childish behaviour to hide underneath cloth, but not in that situation. Absolutely not. Loki wanted to gently pull the blanket away from your body - which was rolled up into a ball, but you only pulled the blanket tighter around you, not intending to let go. All he could hear from you, were the soft whines and whimpers - and his heart shattered for you, started to bleed. The God knew how much this all hurt you mentally, but it never had been that bad before. Yes, it wasn't the first time he found you curled up in a ball of blankets and pillows, but you never refused to be 'found' before. Loki's heart ached, seeing you like that.

Instead of trying to just pull the woollen blanket away, he decided to leave your 'shell' around you and tried to comfort you, until you decided to come out on your own. "It's hard and not easy, I know, but please..." He placed a hand on your back (He assumed it was your back.) and moved it in a circle, trying to reassure you and give you a comfortable feeling. "Please don't shut yourself out. I'm here for you. You don't have to fight this battle on your own. I am right here with you." Still no answer, only a few more sobs. Loki sighed once again, on the verge of despair. One last try, he thought. He stood up again, rounded the bed and crawled inside on the other side, so that he was facing your back now. The God slid closer and wrapped his arm around you, followed by his chest hitting your back gently, spooning you. "Please, my love, my darling, my queen... Don't carry this burden alone." The God whispered. His deep, soothing voice, combined with the way he held you seemed to break down the walls you had built up around you. In a quick movement, you threw the blanket aside and turned around in your husband's embrace, before you literally threw yourself in his awaiting arms, clinging to him like a monkey to a tree. There was no holding back now. The tears started to fall from your eyes rapidly, wetting Loki's t-shirt as you cried and sobbed in his warm embrace. "There you go, darling." He said in a gentle tone, kissing your head. "Let it all out. I'm here." That was exactly what you did. You cried and cried, while Loki just held you and tried to comfort you.

"I-I'm so sorry..." You whispered after you had calmed down again. The God immediately shook his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Y/N. Nothing." He felt you nod against his chest. "I-I am... I am an emotional wreck." "So? That's no reason to apologise." You scoffed softly, burying your head further into his chest, snuggling even closer. "Thank you for... you know." A soft smile darted over the God's face. "Now that sounds better, my love. Much wiser words coming from that sweet mouth, than unnecessary apologies." You scoffed again, hitting his side slightly. You weren't able to hide the small smile on your face at your husband's cockiness, but you quickly slipped back into seriousness. "I-I, uh, think I must be doing something wrong..." You mumbled sadly, referring of course to the negative test. Loki shook immediately his head and looked down at you with pure love and adoration. "Absolutely not." "It's the only way to explain this, Lokes... I-" "No, darling, stop that, please. It's not your fault. Stop blaming yourself. If there is someone to blame, then obviously me, because I do seem to have a very bad aim." You frowned. "Babe... That's quite a bit ridiculous. How can you claim to have a bad aim, when you can't miss." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why do you, my love, claim that it is your fault, when there's absolutely nothing you can change, because you already do everything possible?" Damn, you thought. He had a point there. Loki was right - and he could see it on your face. "See, darling?" The God said, slightly amused, before he squeezed you gently. "Sometimes these things take time - Thor told me that, too. It's going to happen someday." You nodded against his chest. "Jane told me that, too. Said we should stop worrying and not stress ourselves. She even said I should stop taking tests and just... leave it be." Loki nodded in agreement. "We should stop thinking about it too much." And that was exactly what you did. Well, at least you tried. It wasn't easy sometimes, since you had that itch to just think about it, but in those situations, you were glad Loki was there. He helped you to take your mind off things - and this new strategy seemed to pay off two months later...

You stood in Loki's and your bedroom, getting ready to go on a small shopping trip with Nat. Just as you turned around to reach for your purse and mobile, you suddenly felt from one moment to the other incredibly sick. Your stomach churned, twisted in knots, causing you to throw your things on the bed and storm off towards the bathroom, destination toilet. Luckily, you reached it just in time... You literally threw yourself on the tiled floor and hung now over the bowl, throwing up the delicious vegetable pan you had for lunch. And just like that was the nausea gone again. You felt better. Frowning, you wiped your mouth and washed your hands. What in all the nine realms was- ohhhh... Suddenly realisation hit you, eyes widening. Could it really be? You jumped up and quickly digged up the abandoned pregnancy tests. You more or less yanked the little package open, took the test with shaking hands and waited impatiently for the result to show, pacing up and down the bathroom. You prayed, hoped, that your assumption was right and that it had finally, finally worked out for you and Loki to create a new life after months and months of trying and endless frustration after all the negative tests. "Y/N? Are you ready to go?" You suddenly heard Natasha's voice echoing down the hallway. "Y-Yes, just give me 5 minutes!" "Alright!"

It seemed like those five minutes were refusing to just pass by... It took eternity. After probably another minute or so, you lost your patience and just wanted to see the result. So, you took the little plastic stick clumsily in your hands - and turned it around with full anticipation. Your heart almost stopped at what your eyes saw. Two lines. Two. Lines. Two! That meant... You needed to take a deep breath. Pregnant… You were pregnant! Loki's, your - and especially Ella's wish for another baby had been finally granted! You couldn't help yourself but to let out an excited, rather loud squeak. You jumped up and down, feeling deliriously happy, as a sudden knock on the door interrupted your little private party. "Y/N? Is everything alright?" Natasha. The sheer boundless happiness inside of you took over your system. You had the urge to tell it somebody, scream it out aloud. After all, you were anyway not able to hide your giddiness in front of your best friend. So, you literally ripped open the door and smiled broadly at the visibly confused Black Widow. "Oh Nat, I am more than alright! Perfect! Absolutely fine! Tickety-boo!" Okay... The endorphins were running wild inside your body... "O-Okay... That's, um, great, wonderful..." The woman opposite you was visibly completely confused - especially by your strange choice of words, but your smile even widened. You answered nothing, just held the positive pregnancy test in front of Natasha's face. Her eyes widened as well. "What??? You're... You're pregnant?!" You nodded fastly, literally beaming at your best friend by now. "Oh my! Sweetie, that's amazing!" She pulled you in a big, bone crushing hug. You hugged her back of course, looping your arms around her. "That's wonderful, really. I'm happy for you and Loki - but, don't rush it. Remember, that's 'just' a test, sweetie. Get that checked by a professional, so you can be really sure. I can ask Bruce to do it, if you want." You nodded against her neck. "Thank you so much, Nat; and yeah, I know. I will get this checked as soon as possible, but not by Bruce. Don't take this the wrong way, but Bruce is terrible at keeping secrets. Almost as terrible as Thor and Peter." Your best friend snorted out a laugh at your words. "Yes, I know. You're right. Bruce is probably not the right person for this." After sharing another laugh with Nat, you wiped away a few stray happy tears and went together with the red-haired spy on the planned shopping trip - on which you bought something to surprise little Ella...

Only two days later - after the pregnancy got confirmed by a professional (not Bruce, though), you decided it was time to surprise your daughter.

"Ella?" You addressed the girl, who laid on the soft rug in the living room, colouring. Loki was - as chance would have it, on a mission for a few days in California, so you had Ella all for yourself. "Yes, mommy?" She lifted her head, causing some raven locks to fall into her face. "I've got a surprise for you, sweetheart." Her eyes widened. "A surprise?" You nodded, "Uh.Huh." and brought a wrapped box out from behind your back. "Want to open it?" A smile spread on your face, as you witnessed how the little girl literally jumped up and excitedly ran towards you. "Yes, yes, yes!" You handed your gift over to Ella and watched how she smiled up at you brightly. "Thanks, mommy." "Of course, baby, now open it." Were you more excited than Ella about all this? Probably. She giggled at sat down on the floor, ripping her present open. Her oceanic blue orbs widened once again. "A new doll?" She asked, pure happiness lacing her voice, eyes shining. You nodded. "Yep. Do you like it?" "Yes!" Ella squealed and went immediately to unpack the doll. "But why are you giving me a new doll? It's not my birthday or Christmas." That was it. That was the moment you had waited for. For the curious nature of your daughter to kick in. A sweet smile graced your lips, as you squatted down in front of her, to be on eye-level with her, taking both her small hands in your bigger ones. "Well, you have to practice for your baby sibling, right?" For the third time, you witnessed Ella's eyes widen. "My baby sibling? Does that mean I am finally going to get one?!" You nodded. "Yes, princess. You are going to be a big sister soon." A high-pitched squeal left her lips, as she giggled excitedly - and before you knew it, Ella had thrown herself in your arms, hugging you with her smaller body as tight as possible. "Thank you, mommy! Thank you so much!" You just pulled her closer, burying your face in her hair. Seeing your daughter so happy, caused your heart to slosh over with love and happiness as well. "I have to thank daddy as well!" Ella suddenly exclaimed. "Can I call him?!" A small giggle left your lips, as you shook your head. "I'm afraid you can't, baby, 'cause daddy doesn't know yet." Ella's face scrunched up. "What do you mean he doesn't know yet?" "I haven't told daddy yet about your baby brother or sister." You explained, tugging a loose curl back behind her ear. "Ohhh..." Ella understood, of course. "Why didn't you tell daddy yet?" You began to smile again. "Because I wanted to surprise him together with you. Would you like to do that?" Her eyes started to shine once again. "Yes! I want to surprise daddy!" "Perfect. Then what do you think of this idea..." You leaned forward to whisper the idea you had in mind into her ear - and she was absolutely enthusiastic about it.

From that day on, Ella couldn't wait for her father to come home from the mission, wanting to surprise him so badly. Luckily, she didn't have to wait long. Only a day later, the God returned from the small mission in California...

You and Ella weren't at home, when Loki returned - what he anticipated, because a look on the watch told him, that it was time to pick Ella up from the kindergarten, and that was exactly what you did.

He slipped out of his black boots and placed them neatly beside the main door. With a snap of his fingers, Loki was completely naked; his armour melting off his body. He made his way in all his glory to the bathroom, straight into the shower. Even before he was finished, you returned home with Ella. Noticing immediately that your husband was back, you and the little girl put your plan to surprise him into action. "Daddy's home, Ella, let's go." She nodded and giggled all the while, happy to be the centrepiece of your proposition. Sending Ella into her room to 'play', in order to stick to the plan, you went to the bathroom. Okay, actually you couldn't wait to see Loki and finally have your hands all over him again. With your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage in happiness and excitement, you quietly opened the door and stepped inside.

Loki had his back towards you and stood in front of the sink. The scent of his shower gel and cologne wafted through the air. Home... It smelled like home. The only thing he wore, was a towel, which was wrapped loosely around his hips; his broad, muscular shoulders and back on full display. Your mouth almost started to water at that sight. Was it because he was away for a few days, or - Jesus, were your hormones starting to kick in already? You quickly shook your head, in order to get rid of your quite... sinful thoughts. This isn't about sex now, you reminded yourself. It seemed like he hadn't noticed you, so you sneaked up on him and placed your hands on his sides, before letting them glide over his smooth skin, before they came to rest on his abs. Loki flinched slightly at the sudden, surprising contact, but relaxed immediately, when you pressed your lips on his left shoulder blade, trailing kisses over his back. Loki hummed in appreciation, "Hello, darling." before he turned in your embrace and pressed your body against his still damp chest. Not wasting a second, you pulled him into a passionate, intoxicating kiss; burying your hands in his wet hair, tugging gently. Well, that was actually exactly the thing you wanted to prevent from happening now, but you just couldn't help yourself. Loki was simply irresistible.

Pulling away from him, in order to catch your breath, you immediately noticed the smug smirk on your husband's face and how his blue eyes were hooded with desire. "Mhhh, I'm happy to see you too, my queen." To underline his words, he let his hands wander lower, until they were planted on your ass and bucked his hips, letting them clash into yours. You groaned softly. Yes, he was noticeably happy to see you. It sent a fresh wave of arousal down your spine and so slowly, you feared that you maybe were about to lose focus again. It absolutely didn't help that Loki had lowered his head by now, kissing and nipping down your neck. What was it you wanted to do? Luckily, the God's next words reminded you of your mission and brought you down to reality, causing you to try to get a grip again. "Where's Ella?" "I-In her r-room, I-" You had to cut off your own sentence, as Loki's hand was brushing suddenly the inside of your thighs. "Good. Don't want her to walk in on us..." He said, winking at you, before he dipped his head; lips ghosting over your cleavage. You felt how the willpower to stop this and escape his deadly kisses and touches left you so slowly. Your brain started to go foggy; clouded by lust. When your husband's hand travelled down your chest and brushed your stomach, the clear-headed, reasonable and still present part of your brain reminded you once again of the task ahead. You couldn't just let Ella wait in her room - not even for a quick round. You knew that she would come to look after you, so you did what you had to do and took a step back, slowly getting out of Loki's grasp. "Baby... We can't. Not now." The God looked at you incredulously, blinking, before he almost started to pout. "Why not, my darling wife? I've been away for days, separated from you... I've lusted for your touch day and night; to feel your beautiful body underneath my fingertips again - and now you deny me to quench my thirst?" You almost gave in right then and there at his words, but you beat yourself to stay strong. "I know, Lokes..." You started, wrapping your hands loosely back around his waist. "I've longed for you, too, but Ella has a surprise for you - a surprise that cannot wait..." Loki blinked, before the right corner of his lips curled up into a half smile. "My princess got a surprise for me?" You nodded. "Uh.Huh. I'll go get her - and you put on some clothes. Although, it saddens me to see my incredibly sexy man dressed, but... Tonight I'm all yours, I promise." He smiled even more, the smugness on his face clearly visible. "Alright, my love. I think that is a compromise I am willing to accept." With a last lingering kiss, Loki finally let you go, in order to get Ella...

The little girl waited impatiently for her dad to step out of the bathroom - and when he did, there was no holding back. "Daddy!" She stormed towards him - straight into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Hello, my sweet girl." Loki chuckled, kissing her cheek. "I have a surprise for you!" She excitedly squeaked, unable to hold back a minute longer. "Mommy told me so." Loki said, as she let her down again. "What is it?" "Mommy got me a new t-shirt!" "Ohh, a new t-shirt?" Ella nodded, "Uh.Huh. Look!" and slipped the sweatshirt - which had covered purposefully the t-shirt she wore underneath, over her head. The smile on Loki's face was still present - due to the excitement of his daughter, but when his eyes landed on the new item of clothing, the smile immediately faded, turned into shock and surprise. On the little girl's pink t-shirt stood printed in big letters 'I Am Going To Be A Big Sister!', alongside two elephants - one smaller, the other bigger. Loki's jaw dropped. He was visibly overwhelmed. "Y-You're going to be a big s-sister?" Ella nodded excitedly, rocking back and forth on her feet. "Uh.Huh!" "W-Wow, that's... That's incredible, I-" Before Loki could even finish his sentence, Ella was back in his arms, squeezing him with everything she got. "Thank you, daddy, for giving me a baby sibling!" A light-hearted giggle escaped the God's lips. "Of course, princess. I promised you I would make sure of it, didn't I?" "Yep!" Ella placed a sloppy, wet kiss on his cheek. You watched the scenes from where you leaned against the wall, arms crossed over your chest, wiping away a few stray tears. This moment was just so utterly precious. You feared that your heart was going to explode from all the love. "Mommy also gifted me a new doll to practice for my brother or sister..." "Really? Now that's amazing, isn't it?" The small girl nodded, beaming at her father. "Can I show you?" Loki nodded, smiling broadly as well. "Of course, sweetheart. Go already ahead. I'll be right behind you. Just let me talk to your mother for a minute." "Okay!" She kissed his cheek again, before she stormed off, but not without giving you a hug on her way as well.

Now it was just you and Loki. His oceanic blue eyes were looking at you, filled with tears. "My love..." He started, shaking his head. "Is this true? Are you pregnant?" You just nodded, unable to form words, as the tears started to stream down your face as well. An audible gasp left his lips; the realisation finally kicking in. He bridged the distance between you and him, quickly engulfing you in a hug - which you returned gladly. The two of you stood there for a few moments, just crying happy tears and holding on to each other, before Loki backed up - just enough to press his forehead against yours. "H-How far along are you?" "Six weeks." Loki breathed out happily, the smile on his face getting as wide as it physically could. "I love you." He said, pressing a kiss on your lips, before he sunk on his knees in front of you, pressing his forehead gently against your stomach. "I love you." Loki repeated those three words like a believer a prayer in the church. "I love you." You buried your hands in his raven locks, witnessing how he pressed small kisses into the clothed skin on your stomach - and once again you couldn't stop the tears from falling. "I love you, too, baby... So much." At some points you felt how your knees were giving in and you sunk on the floor in front of Loki. He was quick to 'catch' you and wrap you once again up in a tight hug, crying happy tears alongside you. This new life growing within you meant so much to you and Loki. All the pain and sadness paying off now, getting rewarded by the biggest gift in life. You always felt happy with the life you lived - but you didn't feel so much happiness in a while, like you did right here and now - and so did Loki. A whole new chapter of life; a fresh page in Loki's and your storybook was ready to be discovered - and you've never been more ready to go on this journey with Loki and Ella by your side.

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lorebite · 3 years ago

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K not gonna lie really want anything where Jason is a complete simp and it leads to some…interesting sexual scenarios 😈

It's like you read my mind. 😍

Also, sorry for taking so long to respond. I simply had to turn this idea into a full fic. I had a field day working on it. So, thank you for being patient while I got really carried away.

Now, without further ado, let's have 4.5k words of Jason being an unabashed simp. 😈

sickly devotion || Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. cursing, suggestive content (making out, mentions of voyeurism, cunnilingus, unprotected sex (p in v), edging, creampie, switch Jason), praise and pet names galore, roommates to lovers.

“What the hell?” Jason muttered through gritted teeth as he unloaded the fresh laundry, fingers wringing in a fully stained, fully pink button down shirt that looked like it might belong to him. His new white button down shirt. “You gotta be fucking with me. Jesus.”

He rummaged through the remaining heap of warm clothes in the washing machine in search of the culprit. And there he found it beneath the pile, a magenta bra in the midst of the wash. He wrinkled his nose as he picked it up by a strap, a grimace set deep on his face as if he was holding a dead rat by the tail. Oh, you were so dead when he got his hands on you.

He whipped his head to the soft wriggling of your key in the lock. You were back from your morning run. He tilted his shoulder to the side, catching a better look of the living room and the front door that was closing behind your back.

“(Y/N)?” His voice came louder and more irritated than he had intended but you were already making your way to the kitchen and it gave him no time to chew over his tone. He could hear the tired drags of your steps as they neared.

“What’s up?” Came your voice before you did. Cheeks flushed and skin coated in sweat. Your soaked t-shirt was already halfway down your arms as you stopped inside the door frame, eyes blown wide at the sour turn of his mood.

“The fuck is this?” Jason tossed the bra at your face. You caught it as you threw your t-shirt in the laundry basket.

His eyes caught your form before he could stop himself. You were in your sports bra, your sweatpants hanging criminally low below your waist. And your chest was still heaving from the run, your hair a mess beyond saving. He swallowed, his anger ebbing for an instance before you opened your mouth.

“It’s a fucking bra. What else?” You cocked an unamused brow at him, until your eyes fell on the sorry state of the pink shirt crumpled in Jason’s fist. You sucked your lips into your mouth, though the crinkle of your eyes betrayed the laugh budding in your throat. “Oh, shit. My bad.”

“Damn straight it is!” Jason thrust a pointer finger in your direction. “You have any idea how much this shit costs?”

“Look, I’m sorry. Alright?” You lifted your palms in surrender but the way your voice waned into a laugh towards the end added insult to the injury. Jason’s eyebrows twitched as they furrowed deeper.

“Damn, Jason. I didn’t give you shit for it when you pissed all over my new panties with your jeans. All cos you think blue goes with grey. I’ll give you my fucking shirt.”

You were out of the kitchen before he could yap at you again, his eyes following your retreating form as his mouth fell close wordlessly. He scoffed upon your return and the white shirt held in your hands that was in a dire need of ironing. “Feel free to wash it when you like,” you flung it at him and it hit his chest softly before he caught it. “It doesn’t smell bad or anything but it’s covered in my perfume.”

Now he had to resist burying his face in the shirt and taking a whiff of it. But he didn’t even have to. Your scent was already lingering in its lines and it drifted to his nose. It smelled faint and sweet, like when you’ve worn your perfume for more than a few hours. He knew it because he’d smelled it on you when you fell asleep on his shoulder once. He’d caught it on your wrist as he lifted your arm to press a kiss to the back of your hand.

“This your boyfriend’s?” He waved the article in the air, raising a questioning brow. He hoped he didn’t sound too curious for his own sake.

“Nah, my dad’s. He could survive without one more shirt. So, I stole it from him.” You winked and Jason’s heart sank into his soles. His lips struggled against a toothy smile at the fact that you were probably, likely, single. Well, it had been a while since you brought any guy to your shared apartment but it never hurt to make sure.

Oh, how he hated it when you did. At first, he walked right out the door upon returning from work if he heard your giggles from the hallway, without coming in to even say hello. He couldn’t bear the sight of you cozying up to another man and he thinks that was when the pieces began to fall into place for him, his undeniable attraction that formed before he could even realize and the pang of jealousy that roused from the thought of you sharing your touch with someone other than him.

So, he only thought that not being around you during those specific times would help ease that green feeling in his chest. But he soon learned otherwise. His mind would be consumed with your face and how it looked as you indulged in another man’s body. How your back would arch as you came undone under someone else. He wanted to be the man who made you cum, whose body you used for your own pleasure. He wanted to be the voice that moaned your name.

Then there were times he stayed because he couldn’t run away from you forever. And he was forced to listen to you through the walls in the middle of the night; your faint moans, the creaking of your small bed, and the unmistakable distinct wet noises that passed through the thin veil between your bedrooms. It didn’t take long for him to let a hand beneath the waist of his pants to touch himself, pushing his head back against his pillow as he, too joined the chorus of pleasure.

“By the way, bleach should take care of that for you.” You nodded at the pink shirt he was still holding in his hand before leaving the kitchen again. This time with no promise of coming back.

Jason took the chance to lift your shirt to his nose, sucking in a generous gulp of your scent. His ears perked up to the sound of the shower starting in the bathroom and an insistent heat crawled up his neck. He kicked himself mentally for how reactive he’s become to you.

He didn’t wash the shirt. Cos that wasn’t necessary, he thought. Cos I was lazy and that sure as hell wasn’t necessary. He stared his reflection down as he did the buttons, as if the face looking back at him was threatening to defy him.

The shirt was a pretty nice fit for him. A little tight but nice nonetheless. Though he was now very conscious of the way the sleeves dug into his biceps, bringing out the toned curve of them. And the buttons were gaping slightly on his chest.

It made him weirdly, embarrassedly, giddy when he pushed his arms through the sleeves, picturing the times your arms had been in them, the soft cotton caressing your skin. And now he was wearing this shirt, enfolded inside your fading perfume. An embrace of some sort. It made warmth roar boundlessly in the pit of his stomach, threatening to travel lower if he gave his thoughts any more reign.

He took in a breath and popped the cap off his cologne, spraying the length of his neck. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows as he walked out of his bedroom and to the kitchen. You joined him shortly after, hands scrunching a towel into your damp hair.

One look at you and Jason’s heart almost gave. You were wearing what you usually wore, a tank top and a pair of shorts. But he had to peel his eyes off your tight top and the small bumps of your nipples poking through the thin fabric. Out of sheer fucking respect because clearly, you trusted him enough to go commando around him.

“Want some coffee?” Jason asked as he turned his back to you to switch on the coffee machine.

He was too aware of the sounds you were making; the way the wooden chair groaned as you sat at the table, the little content sigh you heaved as you stretched your arms, or the soft drumming of your fingers on the tabletop as you hummed your response.

He nodded and added two spoons of grounded coffee to the machine, jamming the cheap plastic kettle in place as it began to buzz loudly. He could feel the weight of your gaze on him. It made the back of his neck tingle, raking a hand through his fringe. But he stopped himself immediately, remembering he had spent a good while styling it earlier and muttered a curse under his breath.

He felt light on his feet, knees barely able to carry his weight as he returned to you with a pair of steaming coffee mugs, catching your eyes immediately. He rammed into the corner of the table and he pushed out his arms in an attempt to save himself as they instead, spilled onto the tiled floor

“Shit.” He spat.

“Need a hand?”

You were joking. He knew you were joking because he heard your giggle. But his mind, like a bear trap snapping its jaws close on a prey, trapped him under a vision that he’d curse himself for now. But one he’d be alone with tonight in his bed, and he’d only have his own hands to release himself between, fueled by the ghost of your touch, your mouth, and your skin.

Oh, he wasn’t fooling himself. He’s thought of all the possibilities that he could have his way with you. Or every possibility that you could have your way with him. And sometimes, maybe more times he cared to admit, he indulged the thought of you taking the initiative; shutting him up with your lips when he’s nagging your ears, shoving him against the wall as you walked past him in the tiny hallway of your apartment, or sneaking a hand up his shirt when you’re watching a movie together.

He knew if you did any of those things, if you decided to stand from your seat and mount him right here and now, he wouldn’t stop you. And it scared him how much he was willing to give up control. But it was the kind of scary that swirled into something warm and pleasant in his heart… in his cock… Fuck! Coffee. Breakfast. Snap the fuck out of it, Jason.

Your face poked through his hazed vision. Your brows were high on your forehead, eyes locked onto him expectantly. Did you ask him a question? Shit.

“Huh?” His eyes fluttered absentmindedly.

You opened your mouth to retort, lines of irritation darkening on your face as you readied a snide remark to spit at him before a skeptical look swept across your features and you thought against it.

“Where the hell’s your head, Jason?”

“Right here.” He tapped his temple, a crooked smile curling his lips. He couldn’t believe himself now. He had no hope that you would.

“Is something going on?”

“What? No. ‘Course, not. Nothing’s going on.” He hid behind his mug as he sipped his coffee, not avoiding your eyes in an attempt to punctuate his empty lie.

“Sure,” you nodded slowly. Resting a palm on his idle forearm, you gave his feverish skin a gentle squeeze. Jason gave you a shifty glance from the corner of his eyes. Your voice dipped lower as you continued, “you know, I was just saying that you look really good in my shirt.”

He coughed on his last gulp of coffee, his ears lost on the huff of laughter that rumbled in your chest as you patted his back. You gave him a paper towel to wipe his mouth.

“Christ, man. Chill, will you?” You scoffed amusedly. “I was just messing with you.”

“Fuck’s sake, (Y/N).” He whined, rubbing a hand down his face.

Whether you meant what you said or not didn’t matter. He dug himself a hole since putting on this stupid shirt and the more time he spent around you, the more you spoke, pushed him closer and closer to falling down that hole.

“Seriously, are you okay?”

“No.” He finally gave. “No, I’m fucking not.”

“Do you… wanna talk about it?”

You sounded genuinely concerned, voice blank of the pointed teasing element it had only moments ago. He nodded curtly, heart beginning to pound against his rib cage.

“Sure, let’s talk about it,” he turned his chair, so now he was completely facing you, knee knocking into yours. “This is gonna make things real awkward between us, but I just can’t anymore. I fucking can’t. I want you, okay? I want you so fucking bad. I can’t stop thinking about you in ways that I know I shouldn’t. But, fuck! I want you to absolutely ruin me. More than you’ve already had. Consume me exactly how you consumed my fucking brain. So, I can get this out of my system and move on with my fucking life.”

A deafening silence blanketed the air as Jason searched your face for any flicker of emotion, chest heaving as he slumped in his chair. Your mouth had fallen agape, for once since he’s known you, you were at a loss for words. You closed your lips and swallowed, brows drawing close.

“Give me a second to think.”

Jason nodded, biting his lip. The aftershock of his outburst suddenly weighing on him, realizing what he had just said. His impatience grew as your silence dragged on. You were staring at him, eyes shifting back and forth as if the answer you were looking for was written somewhere on the lines of his face. He could see the gears turning in your head. He wished you’d throw logic out the window and use your abysmal impulses on him just this once.

“You’re absolutely batshit, you know that?” You finally spoke and he scoffed.

Your palm sat on his cheek, thumb tracing feathery streaks on his lips. A shadow of a smirk crept on his face as he opened his mouth and hooked your digit between his teeth, his tongue curling and uncurling around it as he sucked on it soundly, cheeks hollowing, eyes never once leaving yours. A shock of heat tickled its way down to your pussy and you had to pull away before you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore.

Your finger slipped out of his mouth with a wet pop, lips curling down into a disappointed pout. “I didn’t say you could – mrph!”

Your lips were on his before he could finish the rest of his words, a fistful of his collar crumbled in your hand as you pulled his face to yours. Your mouth moved unforgiving and fast, teeth nipping the plump skin of his pink lips. He gasped as your tongue found his, your warm breath becoming one with his own.

You stood without breaking away and straddled him where he sat. His hands found purchase on your thighs as you lowered yourself onto his front and he moaned when you landed firmly on his crotch. You withdrew your lips for an instance to only press them back on his neck, feeling the strong thumps of his pulse against your tongue, and the low moan vibrating in the back of his throat. His fingers teased the leg of your shorts as your teeth roamed along the length of his neck, leaving bold marks in their wake. You dropped a hand to his waist to fumble with his belt.

“I have to… I have to be at work in a bit.” He managed between hurried gulps of air.

You leaned back, hooking a finger in the gap in his shirt where his buttons had pulled the fabric to reveal a small bit of his skin. He hissed as your cold finger brushed against him.

“Work can wait. I can’t. And sure as hell, neither can you.”

“But – fuck!” He arched his back as you pressed a hand down on his crotch, feeling the firm bulge poking your palm through the rough fabric of his pants.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

But he couldn’t. Not when your lips returned to his neck, traveling farther down as you undid his buttons, claiming more of his skin under your kisses. Not when you rolled your hips against his and he was almost certain that you could feel his hard cock between your thighs. Not when he knew for how long he’s been craving for you in quiet. He couldn’t. He wanted this. He wanted you.

“Don’t. Please don’t.” He choked out.

Your fingers hooked in his belt and popped it open with ease, pulling down the zipper and untucking his shirt. Jason helped you unbutton and shrug it off on the floor. You pulled back to look at him, palms resting on his heaving broad chest. You smirked as you bit your lip, caressing his smooth skin gingerly, catching the blooming wash of pink across his cheeks.

“I love this look on you.” You whispered.

A lopsided smile curved Jason’s lips as he tilted his head. “Yeah? You can have even more, baby. Just gotta ask.”

He tugged at the waist of his pants, cueing you to stand up and pull them down for him, and your legs were around him once again. His hands crawled beneath your shirt, feeling the skin of your back with the soft pads of his fingers as he peered up at you.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, claiming your lips with a kiss. “God, I just… can I take these off?” He pulled at the hem of your top for emphasis.

You smiled, raising your arms, and he lifted the article above and over your head. Abandoning the top with one hand, he trailed the finger of another along the curve of your breast, drawing a gentle line to your nipple. He traced slow circles around it, knotting the breath in your throat.

“Shit,” he grinned, biting his lip. “You’re way prettier than my mind could’ve come up with.”

He leaned into your chest, lips pressing onto the swell of your breast in an open-mouthed kiss, tongue gliding across your skin fervently. You moaned as his lips cupped around your nipple, sucking the nub between his teeth. He whined, his fingers digging into your back as you squirmed, moving his face to your other nipple. He lowered one hand to tug at your shorts and you let him pull them down along with your panties.

His finger danced across your torso, traveling lower to your mound, he lightly flicked your clit before making his way farther down, until his hand was hovering dangerously close to your folds. He felt your entrance with the tip of his finger, collecting a dab of your slick before sliding the wetness back to your clit. You shuddered, releasing a wavering breath as you gripped Jason’s shoulders for balance. He raised his finger to his mouth, darting out his tongue to swipe at its length for a taste of your arousal. He leaned his head back, moaning as he sucked his finger. Eyes returning to yours, his jaw was clenched, brows drawn close.

“Fuck, (Y/N)! Get up. Get the fuck up.”

However, he didn’t give you time to react of your own accord, lifting you by the hips himself and sitting you down on the edge of the dining table.

“Lie down for me. Come on.” He patted your thigh as he pushed your legs apart.

You leaned back on your elbows to have a view of his face as he nestled himself against your weeping pussy, hoisting your legs over his shoulders. Trailing his lips along your inner thigh, he peppered the skin with wet kisses until his mouth wrapped around your clit. You bucked into his face upon the sensation coursing through your body, moaning as you pushed your head back.

“That’s it, pretty girl. You’re doing so fucking good.” Jason’s muffled voice vibrated against you, crackling over the obscene wet noises of his mouth. “Give me your hand.”

He took your hovering hand and set it down on the crown of his head. Your fingers buried in his hair, tugging at the roots as his tongue lapped at your clit in a rhythmic pattern. He slid a finger into your folds, expertly hooking onto that sweet spot deep within you, gradually building you up. He pumped his finger faster as your breaths grew more shallow and rapid, moaning into your pussy as your walls began tightening around his finger.

“Come on, baby. Cum on my face.” He sucked your clit, harsher and more bruising. “I know you can do it.” Your nails scratched at his head and he groaned, the resonance rippling through you. “Look at me. Attagirl. Attagirl.”

You arched your back as the jolt of your orgasm scorched through your body, a loud moan scratching the walls of your throat. Jason’s hands gripped your thighs tightly, his mouth riding you through your climax before eventually slowing down. He planted gentle kisses to your thighs as you came down from your high. You lowered your hand from his hair to his chin and lifted his head, until he met your eyes.

“You did a great job, gorgeous.” You smiled, swiping a finger across his glistening lips, wet from your arousal. He grinned, the small hollows of his cheeks dipping deeper, eyes lighting up.

“Will you fuck me now?” He poked out his tongue, gliding it across your pussy in a long upward streak. The tightening heat returned to your core immediately. “Please, fuck me,” he whined. “Use me, baby. Take what you need from me.”

You weren’t planning to wait long enough for him to start begging for you. You would’ve obliged regardless. But the way his words were roiled with such neediness, his round eyes looking up at you with plea. The way he was sat on his knees before you, patiently waiting for your answer, to say that you were going to fuck him even though he already knew it himself. Of course, you would. Objection was out of the way.

“Jesus. Get up here.”

And he did. He followed you with no further words. Quickly climbing over the edge of the table, meeting your lips with his own before laying down. “Get on top of me.” He took your hand and pulled you over himself.

You propped yourself on your knees, sat inches above Jason’s throbbing cock. He held your thighs firmly as you leveled yourself with him, his fingers denting in your skin.

“Think I can get used to seeing you like this.” He chuckled. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

You smiled down at him, lowering yourself slowly. He gasped as the tip of his cock nudged into your entrance. You could tell he was struggling to not thrust himself all the way inside you, squirming as you let yourself get used to his size on your own time. He groaned when you finally mounted him.

“Oh, baby,” he moaned. “Oh, you feel so good.”

You began sliding up and down, measured, deliberate, and calculated. Jason’s iron grip on your thighs eased to help you move more comfortably. In a way, he was trying to prompt you to speed up and you obeyed for a while until Jason’s brows knitted close and his moans rose in pitch, then you slowed down. He grumbled, frustrated, sinking his nails in your thighs. You hissed and pushed down his hips as he bucked them into you, slapping his thigh lightly.

“Watch yourself.” You spat.

Jason’s eyes widened at the sudden shift in your tone. Your hands weaved around his neck as you began moving again. Your fingers pressed on his throat, crushed his whimpers before they could make it out. He curled his hands around your wrists, holding you in place as you loosened your grip.

He breathed fast and shallow, moaning as you picked up your pace, squirming under you. A string of curses slipped off his tongue, face contorting as his orgasm threatened to take over and you slowed down once again, rousing a long whine out of him.

His eyes found yours, hooded and dark as he gritted his teeth. Before you could decipher the look on his face, the intention behind it, Jason had moved and pinned you beneath him, your wrists inside his fist. You gasped as he glared down at you, his disheveled fringe dangling over your face, tickling your nose.

“I oughta teach you a fucking lesson,” he said through teeth as he took his length onto his free hand, leveling himself with your entrance. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard until you’re begging for me to stop.” He thrust into you without warning and you hissed. “And then I’ll make you cum on my fucking cock. You hear me, baby? Nod your fucking head.”

You nodded vigorously.

“Good girl.”

His pace was relentless even as he first began, pounding into you over and over, reaching deep within you. Leaving as fast as he brimmed you. The dining table creaked under your weights, fusing with the sound of skin against skin and the wet noises of your pussy, joining the grunts and moans that filled the small kitchen.

The heat burned deep in your core, coiling like a rubber band, winding tighter and tighter, begging to come undone inside you. Jason was truly adamant to get you off on his cock alone.

Your walls fluttered as your swelling arousal flitted into the first shock of your orgasm. Jason groaned. He could feel it, too. He wasn’t much far behind himself. Your nails scratched the skin of his back as your pleasure enfolded you, and finally sent him propelling over the edge as well.

Jason rest his forehead against yours as he calmed down, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Lifting himself, he pulled your hands with him, rubbing gentle circles over your wrists, kissing them softly.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He let your arms down on his chest, thumbs still caressing your skin. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sat yourself up, smiling. “I actually liked that.”

“Oh, you did now?” He teased. You rolled your eyes and he gave a short laugh. “Look,” he sighed. “I know I said I just… wanted to get this out of my system but I have to ask; is this… can we do this again? Doesn’t have to be a regular thing if—”

“I’m down.” You cut him off.

“Yeah?” His crooked smile returned to his lips. “I fucking love to hear that.”

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