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[SDV] Bachelors X Taking Farmer's Virginity

Summary: SDV Bachelors (+ RSV! Jio) taking the farmer’s V-Card.

Warning(s): Filth, Male Reader in Alex's part! [Givin' some love to the three dudes that may potentially follow me lol, Virgin! Reader, Virgin! Sebastian + Harvey [I couldn't imagine those two having sex prior to the reader ngl], Harvey being a whiner, Rough Sex, Praise Kink, PetPlay, Masturbation, Anal Sex (With Alex + Male Reader but that's kinda expected ngl), So much more that I may be missing ngl.

Side Note(s): Y’all’s requests were similar, so I decided to bunch ‘em together! Goodness, this fic is long— (Apologies for Jio's part being on a bit of a cliff-hanger. I couldn't have this fic be any longer than it already was 😔)

Elliot

It's obvious, but Elliot would be super gentle during your first time. Especially if he knows that you're a generally shy and anxious person.

Leading up to your first night together, I feel like he'd pull out all the stops to ensure that you're comfortable with him and assured that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear while the two of you are alone, treat you to a meal or two, play piano for you if you wished, and even just cuddle and have you be comfortable with him touching you!

And the second you expressed any discomfort? He's off you within seconds.

But assuming that the farmer wants Elliot as much as he wants you—

I'm going to be playful here and say that you're first time would probably occur in his cabin. The two of you had been hanging out all day, to where you both hadn't even noticed that the sun had already set and it was nighttime!

The mood was romantic and brimmed with a certain tension that made each breath of yours come out slower. Although it'd hitch each step Elliot would take towards you, you didn't make a single move to shy away from him as his fingers interlocked with your own before...you found yourself kissing him.

And well—the rest is history lol.

♡ - "Are you comfortable, my love?" A silly question, you thought. How could you not be comfortable when he had spent the entire day pampering you to the max?

For the entire day, Elliot has been spoiling you to the max.

At the start of the day, before you get up to start your day. He had suddenly pulled you back to his chest and begged for you to relax with him in bed for a little while longer. He got up in your stead, cooked you breakfast, and even went so far as to feed the animals for you! When late noon rolled around, you then attempted to go to the mines, only for Elliot to intervene and tell you that he suddenly wanted to treat you to dinner at the saloon.

You had a mind to question it, trying to think of every possible reason as to why he was suddenly spoiling you outside of him being his usual romantic self. It was only when the both of you had finished your meals did he finally take your hands into his own and sigh.

"Do you...feel comfortable with me?"

The question, admittedly, made your heart sink to your stomach out of fear. All of a sudden, you were going through your memories in search of anything you may have said that may have made Elliot have doubts in whether or not you trusted him! And when you came up empty, you slowly nodded your head. "What's this about?" You asked. "Did I say something? I don't remember—" Elliot interrupted you with a chuckle and a soft smile, that single combination easing your worries quickly. "You didn't say anything, don't worry. It's just...is there a reason you're uncomfortable with me touching you?"

Elliot quickly clarified when he saw how your facial expressions began to fall ever so slightly. "I don't mean it in a bad way, my love. I just want to know your boundaries some more. So I don't accidentally make you uncomfortable in the future." As you looked off to the side, Elliot remained silent and patient for you to find your words. To be frank, he was fine with refraining from touching you for the rest of his life if that's what you needed from him! The love you both had for one another went so much further than just something physical, in his mind? It was the type of love that could only be felt once in your entire lifetime, a love that he wished to experience again and again with only you, no matter the life he lived.

Thus...when you finally gained the courage to look back at him, his breath got caught up in his throat suddenly.

He really hoped that you wouldn't suddenly have any doubts in him because of his question— "I'm a virgin." You blurted out, rather bluntly in fact. Upon doing so, you searched his eyes for any traces of disgust or doubt in your relationship. "Does that...bother y—"

Elliot let out a relieved sigh, putting a hand to his chest. "Ah! I'm so glad it wasn't anything else!" He said, nearly making your eyes widen to the size of the moon itself at how nonchalant he was being about your confession. It was only after a few minutes of silence and Elliot calming himself down did he finally looked back at you with a gentle expression, bringing your hands up to his lips. "My love...how could you ever think such a thing would bother me?" He asked, the question, making you look off to the side.

"I...I didn't want you to think I was boring for not having experience."

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary," He responded. "I'll have to work hard to make your first time a memorable one, I don't intend to make a single misstep."

Which...led to the now, as Elliot gently laid you down on his bed inside his cabin. His eyes never left yours for a single second, even when he began to slowly undress you, starting from your top and moving to your bottom, per your permission. The intense eye contact made you squirm, quiet moans leaving your lips every so often when the writer's hand would graze against bare skin or when he'd press his soft lips against a random part of you. "So wet..." Elliot whispered when he finally slipped off your pants, his eyes soon landing on the center of your underwear, where a large wet patch had already grown.

He had a mind to tease you for your body being so obvious with its want of him, even despite the fact that it didn't have a single clue as to the pleasure that awaited it. "S-Sorry," You murmured, though you admittedly didn't have a clue as to what you were apologizing for exactly. Elliot responded by placing an adoring peck on the inside of your thigh, letting his lips linger for a few seconds while he continued to gently tease and play with the dark center of your underwear. He could feel you twitch whenever his thumb grazed your hard clit, the nub just barely poking against the fabric while the dark patch in the center continued to grow in tune with your rising scent of sex in the air.

He could hardly hold himself back as he felt his cock strain against the zipper of his pants, the delicious agony of waiting only increasing his anticipation of what your cunt would feel like wrapped around his cock. But for now? It wasn't about him, he wanted all the focus to be on you. "Elliot..." You quietly moaned, your hips gently bucking into his hand in search of more of his touch. "...Please—"

His eyes flicked up to your own. "Please?" He parroted teasingly. "So eager...I've barely touched you, my dear. Can't you be patient for a little longer?" He hummed before immediately contradicting his words via sliding your underwear to the side to finally gaze upon your bare cunt. Elliot let out a throaty groan at the sight, strings of your slick still attaching you to your panties while your pussy twitched even more in response to his gaze.

His mouth watered at the thought of what you'd taste like.

However...that could be explored another time. "...Yoba." He murmured to himself.

You squeaked when you felt his thumb part your lower lips, exposing more of your pussy to his lustful gaze. "Don't—Don't stare so much!" You gently scolded the man. "It's embarrassing...just do something. Stop...stop teasing me." Elliot smirked at how truthful you were being with your words, pressing a single kiss to your throbbing clit before he began to rub a finger up and down your sex.

"W-What—"

"You asked me to do something, my love...I am, aren't I?" Elliot said. He placed another kiss against your nub, the lingering taste of you on his lips only making him throb in his pants even harder as he craved even more of you. Every time he kissed you and pulled away...it became harder to do so, until he finally wrapped his lips around your clit entirely, the sound of your moans increasing in volume all of a sudden sounding like a heavenly choir in his ears. "E-Elliot—!" You cried out. "Fuck...!" Your mind was spinning as you felt his tongue swirl around your clit, the feeling of his index finger continuing to tease the entrance into your hole only making you beg and plead with any deity listening to you that he would just stick it in!

Like a wanton beast, your hole craved for something to fill it as it began to clench around nothing in response to something beginning to...tighten, strangely enough, in the pit of your gut. "E-Elliot...!" You whined. "Your finger—" Elliot's lips left your clit with a lewd 'pop'. "What about my finger, dear?" He asked you teasingly. "You're so loud...is my mouth not enough?" He continued. The man had a mind to laugh in your face at how quickly you shook your head, his free hand starting to travel to his pants to give himself some much-needed relief, when you looked at him with the most adorable teary-eyed gaze.

"N-Not enough..." You whined as you shook your head. "Y-Your finger...please—Ah!" He could feel bad about not letting you finish your sentence later, after quickly spitting onto your hole, Elliot had gently sunk his finger into your virgin sex. The burn you slight made you wince a little, but...it was hard to focus too much on it when the pleasure from Elliot resuming his attention to your clit was soooooo much easier to lose your mind over, but...the feeling of Elliot's finger was strange— "Elliot...?" You panted as you looked at him once again.

His brow slowly rose, the sight of a faint blush coating his cheek as he gently rutted himself against his bedsheets, making your hole clench around his finger. "Yes?" He answered dazedly. "It...It doesn't—"

"It doesn't feel good?" He chuckled expectantly. "Be patient." He hummed as he continued to slowly fuck his finger in and out of you, curling his knuckle every now and again as he searched for that spongey spot of pleasure inside of you. And when you suddenly threw your head back to let out a wail of pleasure...he smirked. "It feels good there?" Elliot asked knowingly against your pussy, speeding up his ministrations ever so slightly as you started to grip the sheets underneath you. You felt as if your skin were on fire, every nerve ending inside of you highly focused on the way Elliot finger-fucked your cunt, the lewd squelching and sloppy noises that emitted from your pussy making Elliot groan against your clit and make that strange knot inside of you tighten even further.

"Fuckkkk—!" You screamed to the top of his cabin ceiling, tiny jets of your juices beginning to spurt out of your cunt as Elliot continued to fuck your hole. And when he added another finger into the mix...your noises only heightened in pitch. "You sound so pretty, Y/N..." He laughed breathlessly, a weak moan following right behind his words as he felt himself beginning to close in on his own orgasm. Yet, he willed himself to slow down his thrusts against the bed. All of his cum...he wanted to reserve it for your hole and your hole only. "If you sound like this with just my fingers—" Elliot once again took his lips from your clit, dragging the flat of his tongue up in a long stripe up your cunt before spitting on your clit. "—I wonder what other noises you'll make once I fuck you with my cock."

Your chest heaved up and down even faster at his words, the image of Elliot leaned over you as he pistoned in and out of your pussy with his cock...all with that same adoring blushing face he had now as he'd whisper even more sweet nothings to you, compliment you and so much more...the last thing you saw was your vision suddenly flashing white as the back of your head fell onto the pillow behind you. "Yoba..." You could just barely hear Elliot say as a drawn-out moan left his lips at the sight of your pussy creaming his fingers, a translucent white ring beginning to appear around the ginger's fingers as he fucked you through your first orgasm until he steadily slowed his fingers to a stop.

It took you a few minutes to come back to your senses, your eyes blurry with tears of dizzying pleasure while you were certain you could hear a faint buzzing in the depths of your ears. It wasn't until Elliot gently tapped the side of your thigh that you came back to your senses enough to be able to focus on Elliot now leaning over you, his pupils blown wide in an obvious show of desire.

"Surely you're not tired yet, my love..." He whispered as you felt something long and hard rubbing your stomach. "I haven't even come close to having my fill of you yet..."

Sebastian

Probably more nervous than you tbh.

When the mood is "right". I'm going to go ahead and assume that he probably wouldn't even notice the mood and would just think "Damn, I really want to touch them" while you're just sitting on his bed thinking it was a normal hangout.

And although he'd definitely stop if you expressed being uncomfortable with having sex with him.

Assuming you aren't—

There def wouldn't be a ceremony or certain lead up to it, just a feeling of him wanting to be closer to you that grows stronger and stronger until he finds himself on top of you and kissing your lips, your neck, and undressing you.

Also, for the lols, I'm also headcanoning that he's a one-minute man just because it's his first time.

♡ - He felt like his heart was about to jump straight out of his chest as he looked up at you, his hands already slipped underneath your shirt as the two of you stared at each other, panting from your earlier makeout session, and trying to figure out what to do with the other.

You and Sebastian's hangout started out innocently.

You had texted Sebastian, saying that you were too tired to make it the rest of the way to your house after spending hours within the mine trying to gather more diamonds and gold. The recluse was all too eager to wait for a quiet knock at the door before he rushed out from his room to slowly open the door and let you inside, you left your bag of rare minerals at the doorstep, took a quick shower all before you were back in Sebastian's room, sitting on his bed in the clothes he blended you for the night.

You were supposed to sleep on the floor, the extra mattress already laid out on the floor was proof of that already but...then the two of you began to talk to one another.

Well, Sebastian listened attentively while you went on and on about your love life.

You told him about your previous boyfriends, how they left you shortly after you told them you were a virgin. It was the same sob story time and time again, where they'd berate and insult you for not "having more experience" and that "you were boring for not knowing how to be with a guy already."

Sebastian hadn't wanted to punch a stranger more than he did right now, as you eventually trailed off and looked at your lap as if your past boyfriends' words were beginning to get to you. Something that he quickly stopped by, grabbing your hand tightly. "You're...you're not boring." He murmured. "You're fine the way you are."

You chuckled, unconvinced. "Thanks."

"It's the truth." He insisted with a huff. "So, stop thinking that you're less than anyone else."

"I'm not."

When you looked at Sebastian from the corner of your eye, you blushed at the way his brow slowly rose in doubt. "You are," He said before he let go of your hand to move it to your shoulder. The warmth that radiated from his hand seemed to make your entire body feel ten degrees warmer, your cheeks beginning to flush a light pink color. Both of you sat in silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying each other's company, before you finally gained the courage to look Sebastian in the eyes fully. From there on, you didn't know what was in the air exactly but...you liked it.

Your gaze slowly ran over Sebastian's face, going from how his hair was slightly tousled from possibly being woken up all of a sudden when you had either texted him earlier that night...or perhaps he had taken a quick nap before you had knocked at the door? Then you looked from his eyes to his lips, and back to his eyes again. Your cheeks only got warmer when you saw the look in his eyes, as if you were the most interesting thing in this entire room right now, while his lips were ever so slightly parted as if he were on the verge of saying something to you.

Yet...there was nothing Sebastian wanted to do more than simply be closer to you than he was now.

That single thought drove him to lean closer and closer to you ever so slightly until his lips were onto yours. A sweet yet shy first kiss, one that made both of you gasp in shock at how soft the other's lips were. When Sebastian finally parted from you, he slowly opened his eyes to let out a weak moan at how pretty you were in this moment. He wished he could apologize for kissing you so suddenly, especially after you had talked about how shitty your past boyfriends were!

But, the only words he could come up with were— "Can...can I touch you?"

When you had shyly nodded your head...the rest was history. One that led to where you both were now, your ass gently grazing Sebastian's bulge and eliciting more weak whimpers and moans from him as his hands firmly grasped your thighs, encouraging you to rub against him even more as his teary eyes were glued onto your equally teary ones. His mouth opened and closed as if he were begging to say something but couldn't, too lost in the way your ass rubbed against him as well as the sheer love that bloomed in his chest at the sight of your flushed face.

"So pretty..." Sebastian said absentmindedly as one of his hands slipped underneath your shirt, steadily dragging your shirt up before he eventually cupped your covered breast. "May...May I?"

He wasted no more time when you nodded your head, quickly helping you remove your shirt while you unhooked your bra. You gasped when you suddenly felt Sebastian twitch against you, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of your bare tits. "May I?" You asked a question back to him in regards to his pants and the way he felt as if he were going to break the zipper with how hard he was right now. Sebastian hesitated with his answer, however, you were the first and only girl he had been with.

What if he didn't match up to your expectations? What if you suddenly changed your mind about him, your relationship entirely as soon as you pulled his boxers down? All of these thoughts and more flooded his mind until—until you stopped his racing thoughts with a single hand of your coming to caress the side of his face. "We...don't have to, if you don't want to."

He shook his head. "I-I want to..." He said. "Please." As you nodded your head, you were slow with your actions as you lifted yourself just enough to be able to pull down Sebastian's pants along with his boxers to the middle of his knees.

His cock slapped against his abdomen when it was released, a single bead of pre-cum already present on the angry red tip of his dick as it twitched in response to your gaze. Your already red face only deepened in color as you continued to stare in silence, something that made Sebastian begin to squirm in nervousness underneath you before he tried to cover himself. "You don't have to stare you know—" You quickly grabbed his wrist. "Don't." You heavily gulped. "I like it, I like you." You reassured him before your other hand moved to pull your shorts down, just enough to where you'd be able to sit yourself on Sebastian's cock without anything getting in the way.

And as Sebastian's eyes dragged down from your face to your bare pussy...his breath hitched in his throat at the sight, the feeling of the heat radiating from your sex making his cock twitch even more. "Yoba..." He whispered before his hand slowly traveled to your cunt, stopping just short of it to look you in the eye for permission.

You giggled at how much he asked for permission, as if you weren't eager for him to touch you as he was! When you had nodded your head nonetheless, though, Sebastian began to gently part and play with your cunt. Every nervous touch of elicited soft moans from your throat, each graze of his thumb against your clit making you buck your hips ever so slightly, accidentally grazing Sebastian's dick with your pussy in the process. "S-So pretty..." He whined, the feeling of your pussy briefly touching his dick making his mind spin. "C-Can't wait..." He whispered. "To feel you..."

"Then...then feel me." You whispered.

You could hardly stand the teasing a second more before you had raised your hips up to angle Sebastian's cock to the entrance of your cunt, the feeling of your hands wrapped around his dick making the poor recluse let out a breathless moan as he tried to keep his eyes glued to the sight of you hovering over his cock. "Y-Y/N..." He whispered. "Please—" You weren't so cruel as to tease him for any longer than he had already, more or less, endured. You responded with a quiet laugh before you slowly sank yourself onto his cock.

When you hissed in pain, Sebastian’s hands flew to your hips to try and stop you. “I-I’m fine…” You quickly assured him. You sank yourself down further until you reached the base, the sound of Sebastian’s broken whine making your cunt clench tighter around him. “Yoba…” He whispered. “You feel good,” He said, almost as if he were in reverence at how you felt around his cock.

Though, that was an understatement as to how he truly felt about how your cunt felt wrapped around him. You were warm, tight, and oh so wet. The sight of your blushing face above him as you planted your hands on his chest made his cock jump inside of you. You gasped at the feeling as you steadily began to move, a soft sticky sound emitting from your ass met Sebastian’s stomach as you slowly bounced up and down.

Beneath you, the recluse followed your moving form with hooded eyes, his mouth slightly ajar as gasps and whines escaped his lips, his grip on your waist growing tighter and tighter as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting up into you. But…as beads of sweat began to appear on your skin, creating a thin sheen on your face and chest, each bead of sweat that rolled from your face…down to your neck…and finally between the valley of your breasts—

How could you blame him much for not being able to resist fucking you?

“S-Sorry…!” Was the only word he could muster before he thrust up into you. The force nearly made you fall forward, your fingernails digging into his skin a little as you tried to keep yourself upright in the face of Sebastian suddenly hitting a strange spot inside of you. A spot that made you see stars and made you want to wail out to the ceiling, almost, if you weren’t afraid of waking the nearby animals outside with your howls.

“S-Sebby…!” You cried, trying to stifle your moans by slapping a hand over your mouth.

He clenched his jaw at the sight before he suddenly took one of his hands from your waist to grab at your arm, both tearing your hand from your mouth as well as pulling you to him, your chest pressing into his own as he locked you in via wrapping his arm around your torso. “D-Don’t…don’t hide your sounds. P-Please…” He managed to plead before he threw his head back to let out wails of pleasure of his own.

Your moans from earlier hardly held a candle to how Sebastian sounded now as he began to fuck you in earnest. His moans sounded borderline, as if he were crying out for his goddess to give him mercy despite him being the one moving! Tears of pleasure began to dot his eyeliner, stray tears falling down the sides of his face as his grip around your waist tightened in time with his hips beginning to stutter in their rhythm. “F-Fuck…Y/N…” He just barely managed to crack open an eye to look you in the eyes, pleasure swimming around in his watery orbs as he felt his peak quickly approach him.

Far quicker than he would’ve liked.

But he couldn’t help it, the way you were moaning and how you looked at him as if he were the only one in your entire world…the love he had for you, something that only grew by the moment in combination with the pleasure—there was hardly room for him to feel too embarrassed when he suddenly climaxed, waayyyy before you had even started to reach your peak. The sudden feeling of something hot shooting into your cunt made your eyes widen before you briefly looked behind you and back to Sebastian, his cheeks flushed a deep deep red while his chest heaved up and down as if he had just finished running a marathon.

When you rolled your hips with a gentle chuckle, caressing Sebastian’s cheeks with your hands. It was then that he finally came to with a shocked yet weak gasp. “Y-Y/N…” He said hoarsely. “I-I’m…so—“ You interrupted him with a kiss, the recluse almost immediately moaning softly into the kiss before you slowly pulled away, having to stop Sebastian from chasing your lips by placing a finger against his with a smile. “Don’t apologize.” You said.

“You can make it up to me when you have energy again, okay?”

Sam

Okay, so as much as I headcanon him to be a hound dog in the bedroom.

For your first time? He's toning it down and becoming a total sweetheart during your first time. I'm standing ten toes down when I say that he's gonna follow Sebastian in the department of "being more nervous than you are".

But not because he's never had sex (I low-key can't see him being a virgin. He's too much of a hot rocker blonde). It's simply because he really doesn't want to fuck up y'alls relationship.

He's willing to fist his cock to the thought of you until the end of time if it means that you'll continue to be comfortable with him!

So walk with me here— you're being walked home by Sam after stopping by to eat dinner with the family.

As per the usual, you're joking and laughing with one another until you both arrive at the doorstep of your farmhouse.

When the two of you kiss each other goodbye, there's a certain...pause in the air, you both linger for a while and just before you turn to go inside your house, Sam drops the question.

"Can...Can I sleep with you tonight?"

♡ - And for your sake, you thought he meant it innocently at first!

You hadn't realized it would lead to...this. You felt as if your body was slowly being set on fire, each touch of Sam's hands against your body made you twitch and gasp as you could hardly control your blushing face each time you accidentally made eye contact with the blonde's baby blue eyes. Every second you looked into them...you felt as if you could feel the love he had for you, dancing about on your skin like pleasurable pins and needles.

It made your heart race, you craved more of it and everything he could give you, but...you were nervous, so nervous that you felt like you could pass out at any second— "Wait." You spoke, Sam's hands leaving your body as soon as you uttered out the word.

"Did I move too fast?" He quickly asked. "I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean—"

You blushed. "No, no! It's fine...it's just...I've never—I've never done this before." Sam's eyes widened, thoughts of 'How' and 'Why' flooding his mind as he stared at you like a deer in headlights. In his eyes, since the moment you both met...he thought you were the prettiest person in the entire valley—no, the entire world even! The two of you never brought it up in conversation before, but he assumed that you had plenty of partners in the past! You were sweet and funny, you supported his dreams, and even came to visit him at work whenever you could make the time!

When you asked him if you wanted to date...he felt as if he were the luckiest man alive. But as he blinked, he realized that he was luckier than the luckiest.

After all, he'd be your first time. And with that knowledge, he was determined to impress. “Really?” He nearly stuttered out the word as his eyes grew wide. His hands began to grope and touch every available piece of skin that he could find as his hands traveled down from groping your tits from underneath your shirt to beginning to tug off your skirt along with your underwear. “Yeah…” You moaned as you watched Sam with hazy eyes as he finally pulled your underwear completely off.

His breath hitched at the sight of your bare pussy.

He always knew you were pretty, hell, he had thought that way since the moment you both started talking to each other! But, as he stared at your twitching pussy, the pink inner flesh glistening as a sign of your arousal. His mouth watered as he had a sudden urge to taste it, as if he had suddenly been without water for months and your cunt was his only salvation at having water. “You’re so pretty.” He whispered, taking a finger and starting to lightly trace it over your pussy. He nearly chuckled it the way it twitched and ‘jumped’ as he moved his finger. The sound of your breath hitching every few seconds or you letting out a soft moan when he grazed your clit making him smirk ever so slightly.

He gently touched and pressed at your clit again, his eyes flicking up to check your reactions. You only blushed even more when you caught his gaze. “Ever touched down here before?” He asked. Wordlessly, you nodded your head. “Only a few times…” You managed to voice out.

Those few words only increased his confidence, as well as his eagerness to complete the plans he had for you for your first time. “Wanna show me how you touch yourself?” When you went quiet for a few moments, a quiet part of him feared that he might have pushed you too far, that you were suddenly going to demand that he step away from you and kick you out of your house!

However, when you finally mustered up enough courage to silently take his hand and guide his fingers just above your clit, showing him exactly how you wanted to be touched. He had to will himself not to cum in his pants at the sight. “Shit.” He whispered in awe as he slowly took control, rubbing tight circles just above your clit like you showed him. Testing the waters a little, he pressed down to gauge your reaction. When your thighs twitched and a soft moan left your lips, he added a little more roughness, your moans increasing in pitch in turn.

Sam whispered out praises as he watched your glistening slick begin to ooze out of your tight hole. “Fuuuccckkkk...” He moaned as if he were the one being pleasured right now. “Good girl.” He whispered as his head leaned forward even more, the urge to taste you growing even stronger until—he suddenly dragged his tongue up your pussy. “S-Sam…!” You groaned, your hands flying to his head to grip onto his hair.

Sam grunted when you grabbed his hair, your grip nearly threatening to tug out some of his blonde strands. Yet, he didn’t let the pain stop him from having his fill of your pussy as he lapped away at your cunt like a starved hound. Lewd slurping sounds emitted from your cunt as Sam continued to eat, his finger slowly transitioning from rubbing your clit to gently prodding at your hole while he began to lick at suck and your bud. “Fuckfuckfuck—!" The blonde couldn’t help but whine at your noises, subconsciously beginning to rub himself against your bed as he feasted on your pussy.

Near scalding tears started to trail down from your eyes as you suddenly felt a knot begin to form in the out of your gut, something that Sam keenly tuned into as he felt your cunt begin to twitch even more.

Oh no, he thought. He wouldn’t let your first time be on his fingers, with the way your pussy was practically crying. He knew you wouldn’t be satisfied cumming on just his fingers! As Sam slowly pulled his mouth away from you…his tongue already mourning the loss of your taste as his fingers began to slow down in their gentle prodding. He knew your first time cumming with him had to be on his cock. “S-Sam…?” You breathlessly whispered in confusion as you steadily came down from the fogginess of pleasure, beginning to frown in disappointment as you realized the blonde had stopped in devouring your pussy.

"Why—" Your words were interrupted by your own surprised yelp when Sam had suddenly tugged you closer to the end of the bed before he stood up to tug off his shirt and pull down his pants, revealing his already leaky hard cock that almost looked as if it were painful. It throbbed as Sam angled himself closer to your entrance, his eyes clouded over with lust as he pressed you into a mating press, your knees threatening to touch your shoulders as you hissed at the somewhat uncomfortable position.

“Please,” Sam begged. “Let me fuck you, I-I can’t wait anymore—“ You both moaned in unison when Sam rubbed himself against the folds of your cunt, some of your juices sticking onto his cock and leaving behind a glossy sheen that only made him want to plunge himself inside of you even more. “Please.” He begged again. “I promise to be gentle! I-I’ll do anything, just let me…” Your mouth slightly dropped at how needy he was being, without a single lick of shame as he only rubbed his cock against you even harder, the mushroom tip of his cock beginning to gently hit your clit and thus making you even needier in return.

You answered with a nod of your head. “Okay…” You whispered.” “Fuck me..please—" He didn’t allow you a chance to finish begging as the second he heard your consent, he already started to slowly press his cock into you. Sam groaned at the tightness of your virgin cunt, the way it clenched and throbbed around every single inch as if your very body was just as eager for him as he was for you, was making his mind spin. When you had made a noise of pain however…Sam was all too quick to rush to begin gently rubbing at your still-aching clit. “S-So tight…” He murmured as he looked down to where your cunt was currently ducking him in. “Relax.” He urged you.

You grabbed at his biceps with a hiss. “Can’t…” You whispered. “…Too big.” Sam laughed cockily at your words as he increased the pace of how he rubbed your clit, the feeling of your pussy beginning to loosen up a little allowing him to sink the rest of his dick in until he was finally at the base. The two of you remained still for a time, simply enjoying the feeling of being one with each other as well as looking each other over. Sam thought you looked ethereal.

The way your eyes moved from looking at him to looking somewhere else was so cute. As if you were still embarrassed, even though he was balls deep inside of you! The way your cunt squeezed him as if it didn’t want him to ever leave…the memory of your moans from mere minutes ago and how you begged.

His mouth fell open to let out a whispered yet pleading call of your name as he rolled his hips into you, your eyes suddenly going wide at the amount of pleasure you felt. “Feels good, baby?” Sam snickered as he leaned his head down even further until both of your foreheads were touching one another. You huffed at how cocky and bold he was being. “…You dog.” You murmured.

His eyes widened. “What?”

Your eyebrow rose slightly. “I-I called you a dog.” You repeated, afraid that you had accidentally offended him in some way. “That’s what you’re being! A dog—Shit!” Suddenly Sam had thrust into you once again, with even more force and vigor until he had quickly found a pace in which to fuck you at. Lewd slapping noises filled the bedroom, the sticky sound of your juices sticking onto the front of Sam’s thighs making you clench around him even more as you grabbed his arms in hopes of grounding yourself. “C-Call me that again,” Sam said in between his panting and moaning.

“C-Call you what—Oooohh!”

“T-That…” He stuttered as if he were afraid you’d look at him strangely if he were to recall the word from seconds ago.

Thankfully, you had managed to remember it before you had lost the ability to have a single coherent thought. “A dog—Ah!” That single harsh thrust inside of you was confirmation enough as one of your hands rushed to grab the back of Sam’s head as you tilted your head up, your moans growing even louder as the feeling of a prominent vein along Sam’s cock rubbed the walls of your cunt, drool beginning to dribble down the side of your mouth. “Fuuuucccckkk—!” You whined as the knot from earlier began to make a reappearance. “Y-You dog!” You started to say. “Dirtydirtydirty—Sam!”

A pussy drunk smile crept onto his face, matching the lovesick look in Sam’s eyes as his whines only increased in pitch at the way you referred to him as a dirty dog. And that’s exactly what he was, a dog, for you and only you. “Let’s-Let’s cum together pleasepleaseplease…cum with me.” He begged. Sam pressed an sloppy kiss to your lips before pressing another to your cheek and then to the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around your torso to pull you onto his dick even harder as the sound of his balls violently slapping against your pussy nearly drowned out your shared moans.

His balls began to draw up tighter, his approaching orgasm rushed along even faster as your cunt seemed to ‘milk’ him for his cum. Clenching and unclenching almost as if it were begging for his cum. “Fuck…” The blonde moaned against your ear. “Your cunt is so dirty Y/N—can you feel it? How your pretty pussy is begging for my cum?” He continued dazedly.

You moaned at his words, your face burning hotter in a combination of listening to his words and your orgasm peaking ever closer until—your pussy clamped impossibly tight around him, a hoarse moan tearing from your throat as you threw your head back to let it out to the ceiling. The feeling of your pussy getting so tight to the point it was almost impossible for him to move…sucking him even harder for his cum made Sam shoot ropes of his hot cum with a choked-up yell of your name, his arms hugging you even tighter as he tried to ride out the waves of pleasure without passing out on top of you.

As he stilled against you, the sound of heavy panting the only thing that could be heard within the dark bedroom…you were the first one to come down from your high with a more than satisfied drawn-out sigh. “Yoba…” You whispered as you ran your fingers through Sam’s slightly damp hair, gasping when Sam thrusted inside of you once more before pulling out.

You whined at the loss…only for the heat of lust to be immediately rekindled at the love-struck look in the blonde’s eyes, one that burned more clearly than before. “L-Let’s go again!” He said.

“I want you…again and again and again. Please?”

Alex

At the risk of some people disagreeing with this take—I feel like Alex would definitely have a thing for being the first person to take away your virginity.

While he enjoys friendly competition, he doesn't like it when it comes to you.

Although he's not so immature to be jealous of you having previous partners before meeting him, the idea of them not having fucked you yet both excites him and makes them question if they were crazy!

But to stay focused on the topic of him being your first exciting him? He's definitely pulling out all the stops to make that you not only, never think of fucking anyone else but him for the rest of your life. But to also make you braindead on his dick as a little "gift" from him to you!

If you're going to fuck him, he might as well introduce you to what he's going to regularly do to you during the time you both are together!

♡ - "S-Shit...!" You moaned at the top of your lungs as you gripped Alex's pillow with all the strength your poor brain could get your body to muster up in lieu of you being fucked dumb on Alex's dick.

The steps leading up to this encounter were simple. For the last few months, the two of you had been getting along well and had been flirting heavily with one another constantly! One moment it be the two of you casually playing gridball with one another, laughing and joking in the process while Alex occasionally talked about his goals and aspirations, while another? You'd both be on the beach late at night, giving each other chaste kisses on the cheek.

Therefore...when you had told Alex that you were a virgin—he nearly didn't believe it.

You were so confident with every flirtation you made towards him, meeting every one-liner he'd dish out with one of your own, followed by a lewd word or two! It took Alex having to hear from you that he was your first...everything really, in the romantic sense that is, for him to truly believe what you were saying. Though, it was easy to be that much more of a believer with the way you were going cross-eyed right now as he drilled his cock into your ass, your legs flailing wildly as you had no choice but to take everything that he gave you.

You were usually so confident...so sure of your words and actions, but as Alex smirked in your face, one of his hands pinned both of your wrists down above your head while the other roamed around on your body. He couldn't help but enjoy and maybe even prefer this side of you a little bit more! The side of you that moaned and whined like a slut as your leaky cock slapped your stomach repeatedly. "Guess you really are a virgin, huh?" Alex laughed, speaking more to himself rather than you. "You should see your face...y' can't handle what I'm giving you? You were sooooo confident earlier."

Another fit of laughter shook his chest when he felt your asshole clench tighter in response. "A-Alexxxx...!" You drawled out dumbly. Your vision was unfocused and blurry with unshed tears, the feeling of Alex's girthy cock as he stretched out your hole and stabbed at your prostate repeatedly threatening to make you scream your very lungs out. You would've egged him on sooner if you knew that you were going to be fucked sooooo good, each drag of his veiny cock against your virgin walls making your cock throb and twitch as you all-too quickly began to feel your first orgasm quickly approach.

Alex watched how your moans began to heighten in pitch with every thrust, how your cock leaked more and more of your pre-cum until you could've been mistaken for a faulty faucet. As much as he loved how your mouth was formed into an addicting 'O' shape, the way your cock bobbed up and down every time he plunged into you borderline hypnotic as he struggled between your cock and your face as to what he wanted to focus on...he didn't want the fun to end so soon.

Besides, he intent on making sure that he was the only one you'd be fucking for the rest of your life. Giving you an orgasm in a plain ol' missionary position was something you'd easily forget about!

And with that thought floating around in the forefront of his mind, Alex suddenly pulled out of you just as you teetered the line of your orgasm, cruelly stealing away your pleasure and effectively blue-balling you as he sneered at the way your cockdrunk expression slowly shifted into one of confusion then a look as if you were about to pout and cry at any second. "W-What the fuck, man?!" You loudly shouted to Alex. "I was soooo close, what are you doing—"

"C'mon—" The brunette clicked his tongue before he suddenly grabbed your arm and helped you stand up. In one swift motion, you found yourself hoisted into Alex's arms and your legs tightly wrapped around his waist, your eyes wide as confusion continued to float around inside your head. "—You really didn't think that I'd let you have your first orgasm in a boring position, did you?"

You cocked your brow with a grumble. 'Did it really matter?' You thought. All you knew was that you wanted to be fucked again, as soon as possible, that thought encouraging you to begin rubbing your ass against Alex's cock, the poor thing hanging from its own weight. "Just get back to fucking me, Alex." You pouted.

"Not with that tone, make it sound like you want it." He said.

Your eye twitched with annoyance. "You asshole...just—Fuck!" Without warning, Alex slammed you down onto his cock, knocking every the very breath from your lungs before he swiftly started up a brutal pace as he thrust up into your needy hole. "Y' seriously gonna be a bitch when I'm the one fucking the words outta you?" Alex grunted as his grip around your waist tightened even more, further aiding him in being able to make you take his cock alllll the way down to the base and up again. "If you're gonna act like you don't want me fucking you stupid...then unwrap your legs from around me."

His smirk only grew when you threw your head back instead to let out a symphony of cries, his name mixed in with your moans to create a delicious pattern of you crying out for him to give you more, as well as trying to get him to slow down. Even when the last thing you wanted was for him to slow down. "Alex...!" You hiccuped. "AlexAlexAlex..." You whined. "Yoba—" The brunette brought you down to the base of his dick particularly harshly when he heard you cry out for Yoba, his already present smirk growing even more.

Your throat was beginning to grow sore from all the crying you were doing, your nails threatening to make Alex's shoulders bleed from how you were scratching at them in a futile attempt to ground yourself and keep yourself from going insane because of his girthy dick, the way the tip pushed into your prostate making you see stars behind your eyes while the only word your brain could come with was Alex's name. "G-Gonna cum..." You whined as you shakily managed to lift your head to look at Alex, the way tears dripped down your face in combination with the way you were so red he could've confused you for an apple making Alex's cock throb inside your hole. "L-Let me cum...don't stop...!" You continued.

"Shit." He whispered, jerking your body closer before he slammed your lips to his own. He swallowed up every moan and gasp that tried to escape, his own breath hitching up in his throat as he felt his climax begin to approach. He hissed in pain as your nails dug into him even further, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch your expressions as he felt your asshole tighten around his cock more and more until you screamed into his mouth. Ropes and ropes of your milky white cum shot out from your cock, plastering onto your stomach and chest while some managed to get onto himself as well, when Alex finally released your lips, a single string of spit keeping the two of you together...how could he not praise you for cumming soooo well from how he fucked you??

"Fuck baby, that was a good one wasn't it?" He softly moaned, his pace beginning to stutter. "Next time I'll have to fuck you in front of a mirror...wonder if you'll cum even harder from that..." Your cock gave one last valiant jump at the idea, proof that you were somewhat still listening although you moaned and gasped weakly from building overstimulation. Alex pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before he suddenly stilled against you, a deep groan spilling from his lips, trying his best to keep ahold of his mind as he spilled himself inside of your ass. The warmth of his cum sparking some bit of thought back into your mind as you managed the strength to look back at Alex with a hazy look in your eyes.

"...S-So much." You murmured, feeling some of Alex's cum begin to escape from your asshole. That is, until he pulled out, more of his seed pouring from your gaping hole just as Alex gently laid you back on the bed. "When you don't look as if you're on the verge of passing out at any second—" He stopped briefly to place a kiss on your forehead. "—We can take a bath together." He chuckled. You couldn't help but smile giddily, almost too quickly nodding your head with a laugh.

"Sure."

Harvey

Weirdly clinical about it.

Ngl, I feel like he'd be asking you all sorts of questions as if you were at your yearly physical. Hell, I'll even sprinkle in the idea that he'll be asking whether or not you've had previous partners or not (even though he'd probably already know assuming you two are dating, he'd ask just to make double-sure)

But, as clinical as he is, nothing beats actual experience.

Something that he doesn't have lol so the two of you would be going in completely blind.

Essentially the blind leading the blind, shrew style.

♡ - "Are...are you really sure you want your first time to be with me?" Harvey asked for the umpteenth time as he struggled to unhook your bra.

You had half a mind to start laughing at how nervous he was, the usually calm and collected doctor nearly blushing his way into a nosebleed at the fact he was going to see and feel the same pair of tits he had been feeling for two years up to this point, back when you two were still just "doctor and patient"! When you had told him you were a virgin (something that he already knew when he talked about your health during your physicals), and that you had no experience outside of using a dildo from time to time, Harvey wasted no time to reassure you by telling you that he was a virgin as well.

Every move he made, every stumble or stutter in his words...it made his earlier statement that much more clear.

Not that you minded much, of course. "Are—Are you sure I'm doing this right? It won't come off—" You giggled at the way he fumbled with your bra, deciding to give him a little mercy via unhooking the piece of clothing for him before tossing it somewhere in the room to be forgotten. At the sight of your bare breasts however, the poor doctor could almost shame himself for the way his cock immediately started to strain against his boxers at the sight of your bare tits. The way they softly rose and fell per your breath, your nipples, and the traces of birthmarks here and there.

Everything about you was utterly breathtaking, and he almost cursed at himself for making him endure without this sight for so long under the guise of wanting to retain his professionalism. Yet, when you had placed that kiss on his cheek earlier tonight...asked if he wanted to come home with you, all thoughts of professionalism flew out the window without a second thought— "You're so cute, Harvey." You complimented him.

His eyes darted back up to your face. "Me?" He asked as if you had spoken another language all of a sudden.

You nodded your head. "You act as if you're too nervous to touch me," You said teasingly.

You were right, he thought. He was too nervous; everything felt like it had happened in a single blur. One moment he was at his office, enjoying every kiss you placed on his cheek, the next he was walking you back to your farm, and then before he even realized it? He was in your bed! Looking at you with all the awe that he could possibly hold in his brown gaze, while his heart felt as if it was going to thump straight out of his chest. "It's...It's all happening so soon." Harvey finally admitted after taking a few much-needed moments to catch his breath. You flinched ever so slightly, suddenly scared that you had accidentally made the man of your dreams uncomfortable.

You then scooted back ever so slightly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"Nononono!" He interrupted you. "You're not making me uncomfortable, I just..." He trailed off, searching for his next words as he slowly reached forward to take one of your hands into his own. "...I wanna do this, just—just let me go at my pace..." Harvey began to gently rub his thumbs over the top of your hand, the poor doctor giving you the sweetest puppy eyes, leaving you no choice but to agree, even though you never had a mind to disagree in the first place. You then placed your free hand onto the top of his own. "We'll go as slow as you need." You reassured him.

After your words, the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes to bask in each other's words.

In comparison to your slow and steady breaths, Harvey's breath was as quick as a hummingbird's heartbeat, only just beginning to slow down as he continued to sit still and hold your hand until he finally found the courage to initiate a kiss to your lips. Although featherlight, hardly a hint of force behind the act, as Harvey steadily scooted himself closer to you, grabbed your arms with his hands as he further settled into the kiss...you could almost feel the hunger behind that innocent peck on the lips. With how shy Harvey was in the moment, you weren't so oblivious as to not have noticed the ways Harvey looked at you prior to this moment.

You saw how, whenever you'd visit the clinic with a low v-neck, his eyes would struggle to stay on your face. Or when he'd examine an injury, his hands would linger in certain areas of your body, or how he'd seem a little more red in the face than normal while performing such exams. "...May I touch you more?" Harvey whispered against your lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to look you in the eye to better focus on your answer.

When you muttered out an eager yet whispered 'Yes'. Harvey's hands were already moving to slink a finger down into your still-present underwear. Gently prodding and touching the area just above your sex while you slowly found the courage to touch him in turn, your hand placed itself on his chest, letting it linger for but a moment before it slid down to his boxers. When your hand grazed over his bulge, Harvey pulled himself back all of a sudden, his eyes hooded as he looked at you. "Y/N..." He murmured, trying to keep his mind unfogged long enough to be able to gently begin grazing the tip of his thumb over your clit.

You felt yourself getting wetter as you responded to the light touches. But, your gaze was focused on how a small dark patch began to appear on Harvey’s boxers as you continued to tease and play with him, especially when you began to rub your palm back and forth over his covered cock. “Don’t…tease.” He whispered, the sound of his begging so cute that you just wanted to hear it again and again and again. But, with Harvey being more nervous than you were…you’d give him a break.

You watched how Harvey’s eyes fluttered when you slipped your hand into his boxers, his cock throbbing so much in response to your touch that you thought it might’ve been painful! However, the doctor looked anything but in pain. “Want me to ride you?” You offered.

Harvey's eyes snapped open a little more. "I haven't prepared you fully—" You quietly hushed him as you tugged off his boxers, his painfully hard cock slapping against his stomach. "Do I really need to be? I wanna feel you." You murmured quietly, trying to coax him along with your plan via enticing him by peppering kisses along his collarbone. Quiet moans left his lips, his head looking off to the side as if he were struggling between keeping his mind out of the lustful or simply going along with your idea! It wasn't that bad of a plan—no.

Quickly, Harvey stopped you by grabbing your chin between his index and thumb, gently lifting your head to look at him. "No." He whispered. "I...I don't want to hurt you—Oh..." You ripped his words of warning away when your hand came to gently stroke Harvey's cock. You'd oblige him this time, but...if you couldn't have your fun immediately, you'd gladly take it another way by making the doctor cum first before you! "Guess I'll have to have fun some other way, huh?" You giggled. You pressed another kiss to his collarbone and then his chin, before moving to spit on the tip of Harvey's dick.

He shuddered at the sight as his head slowly looked down to see your ministrations on him, the way you gently stroked him up and down, lewd slick noises beginning to emit from your actions, he couldn't help the way his cock began to ooze more pre-cum at what you were doing! It was borderline hypnotic, the pleasure from your hand alone making his mind already wander as to what your pussy must've felt like in comparison!

Heaven. Pure heaven.

"So vocal, Harvey~" You praised him as more moans fell from his lips. "This feels good?" He weakly nodded his head, struggling to keep his eyes open and focused on you. "W-What about...you?"

"Im fine," You smiled. "Your voice alone is enough to get me off—" Were your last words before you dipped your head to lick at Harvey's cock, the feeling of your tongue swirling around his cockhead...the feeling of your spit dripping down the length of him and down to his balls, drove him to nearly want to cry from how good he felt. "S-Sensitive...feels so hood..." Harvey whined, struggling to keep his hips from jerking up into your mouth.

You hummed around his dick, the feeling of your hum reverberating around his dick making his head fall back before he couldn't hold himself back from his lips forming into an 'O' shape, his eyes screwing shut even tighter as tears began to bead hois eye line. "F-Fuck...!" He whimpered. "Y/N...h-honey, I—Feels sooooo good." You felt yourself getting wetter at the sounds of his whines, unable to stop yourself from bucking into the bed, much less your groans that only furthered Harvey along to his approaching orgasm. In the throes of his pleasure, however, he couldn't help but feel bad about the fact that he couldn't pleasure you the same way you were pleasuring him!

Too many times had he dreamt about your cunt, about what your juices would taste like on his tongue and the sounds you'd make while he ate you out, about whether or not you'd teach him exactly how you wanted to touch. "C-Cumming...please—" You briefly took your mouth off of him with a dirty 'pop' to look him in the eye with a smirk. "Where do you wanna cum baby? My mouth or my face?" You smirked before you sank your lips back onto him.

"Y-Your mouth..." You moaned at his words, feeling his cock jump in your mouth as you decided to encourage him even more by massaging his balls. Harvey cracked open his eyes to look at you, his face contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved up and down from his impending climax, and his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. "C-Cumming...!" Harvey said breathlessly to the air before you felt ropes of hot cum shoot from his cock, spilling into your mouth and threatening to overflow from you with how much there was.

You let Harvey's cock continue to twitch and throb inside your mouth, letting him ride out his drawn out orgasm as his cock grew soft in your mouth. "Y/N..." He moaned. "L-Let me rest," He said. "I can—"

"You're so sweet, Harvey," You praised once you had gulped down his essence and took your lips from him, wiping your mouth with the back of your arm. "You don't have to pay me back~ I loved every second." Harvey blushed even fiercer at your words, although you said otherwise...as soon as he recovered his strength, he swore that he would pay you back via an orgasm of your own.

Shane

Calm outwardly but excited as all hell inwardly.

The moment you tell him that you've never had sex before, he's having flashbacks of all the sex moves he's done throughout the years to figure out which one he wants you to experience first.

Spoiler: he's definitely encouraging you to ride him so he can warm you up to the saucier moves in the future

Also, since Shane used to play gridball— I'm going to headcanon that the man used to be a player in his heyday.

Definitely popular with the ladies as all jocks are and knows how to use his fingers and tongue for a nasty combo move.

But all in all? He'd try his best to contain his excitement, for as eager as he is to finally be with you intimately, he doesn't want to scare you or potentially ruin your first time with him!

♡ - "Yoba...your cunt is tasty."

You groaned as Shane murmured that filthy compliment into your cunt as he ate you out, your thighs pinned to your stomach while your legs were thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into a mean position where you had no choice but to endure every single second of his tongue alternating between lapping away at your juices and flicking your click. All the while, his fingers plunged in and out of your sopping pussy.

When you had told Shane that you were a virgin, despite his otherwise calm reaction to it, you could've sworn that you saw hearts appear in the depths of his eyes! He all too quickly rushed you away from the saloon, where you both had a date, and back to your farmhouse, where the two of you wouldn't be disturbed. And, before you know it? You were thrown on the bed, your pants tossed somewhere else in the room, before you felt Shane dive into your pussy. "Shannneeee—" You moaned at the top of your lungs as your hands weakly pushed at his shoulders, trying to get some type of break from being tongue-fucked brainless.

The local drunk's plan was simple, and had become even clearer in his mind when he finally had you alone and alllll to himself.

As much as he wanted to fuck you on his cock, after all...you were such an innocent thing and a sick part of him wanted to break you in via making you take all his girthy dick down to the base. Throughout the walk home, he asked what you had and hadn't done, and you hadn't even so much as allowed yourself to feel what a dildo felt like inside of you! All you knew was how to rub your needy, aching little clit!

The least he could do was introduce you to what it felt like to cum multiple times on a man's tongue, allow you to be so far up in the clouds of pleasure before he gave you his dick. "S-Shane!" You cried out again, snapping him from his thoughts before he took his tongue away from your clit to look at you, a dirty smirk plastered on his face as he continued to fuck your cunt with his fingers. "Sorry, babe...wasn't listenin'. What is it?" He smirked, the sight of him cocking his head to the side making your cunt clench even tighter around his fingers.

"C-Close...!" You whined. "Feels weird...l-like something's coming!"

He rolled his eyes at your words before he dived back into his meal, focusing his tongue on licking the folds of your cunt, starting from your clit and back down to your needy hole. He hardly noticed your whines and moans growing higher and higher in pitch, how your hands suddenly squeezed his shoulders like a vice before— you suddenly gushed on his face. The sudden spurt of your warm juices tore him from his hungry trance of your pussy, his head shooting up from your sex as he marveled at the sight of you squirting. When you had finally stopped...your pussy clenching and unclenching rapidly as your breath seemed to get choked-up in your throat while your chest heaved up and down...Shane pressed a deep, lingering kiss to your inner thigh with a smirk. "Gooooodddd fucking girl." Shane praised you.

You sleepily raised your head, tears of pleasure flowing down your face as you looked at Shane with a pleasure-drunk expression. "F-Fuck..." You whispered breathlessly. "F-Feel so good...Shane—"

"Clearly," Shane smirked. "Didn't think y' were a squirter." He said as he gently began to graze your still-throbbing clit with his thumb, eliciting a squeaky whine from your throat. "Sensitive—Ah..." The thought grew louder and louder in his mind, the memory of you squirting on his face seconds prior making his cock throb harder than it ever had in his entire life. As much as he wanted to fuck you...to test whether or not you'd squirt just as hard or harder on his fat dick next...he had to taste you, just one more time before he gave you a little reprieve. "Wanna see if you can squirt again for me, baby?"

Your eyes grew wide. "Don't—Don't think I can..." You moaned. "Too—Fuck!" He interrupted you via licking a fat stripe up your cunt, tearing the words straight from your throat before he had begun sucking your clit like he had from earlier, his fingers once again plunging into your pussy with a purpose before you had resumed screaming your poor lungs out. "Yeahhhhh" Shane moaned into your pussy as little jets of your juices spurted from your cunt as you quickly felt your orgasm began to peak once again.

Your legs began to kick and flail as, yet again, the knot in the pit of your gut grew impossibly, almost painfully tight in the wake of your orgasm. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck—!" You wailed as you shoved at your lover. "S-Shane...!" You whined. Shane groaned against your pussy as he continued to thrust his tongue in and out of your cunt, his fingers slipping from your pussy to begin rubbing tight figure eight's into your clit as he could feel your orgasm approaching upon his tongue. Your pussy clenched and unclenched around him, your grip upon his shoulders began to get weaker and weaker and your wails of pleasure, a mixture of wanting him to go faster and wishing for him to go slower, beginning to turn into pitiful soft moans as you begged for something you already had.

Him.

And he'd continue to fuck your cunt for as long you continued to cry out his name like a mantra. "Keep going...please...k-keep going—don't stop!" You whined as your juices began to flow down Shane's chin, mixing in with his stubble as he urged for you to cum on his face once more. "Won't stop—" He mouthed into your pussy. "Won't ever stop...cum around my tongue baby...you've got it." His praise was all you needed to let go as you threw your head back to let out a soundless scream, your cunt spurting out of your juices once more around and into Shane's mouth as he drank all of your essence down, nary leaving a single drop as black dots began to fill your vision from the force of your orgasm.

You could hardly hold onto your consiousness for a second longer until Shane gave you mercy and took his face from your aching cunt, once he had his fill. "That was a good one...maybe better than the last—" He licked his mouth like a dog would like his chops after a meal, staring at your gaping pussy for a few moments longer before his eyes darted up to your face. He would've had a mind to let you have a break, especially with the way he saw how you were struggling to stay awake right now!

But...when one of your hands shakily came to rest on his shoulder, silently begging him for more as you dared to egg him on via smirking at him. How could he resist the way his cock twitched painfully now?

"K-Keep going...fuck my pussy," You begged. "Just like you fucked my pussy with y-your mouth and fingers...!"

Bonus! Jio

Okay, as much as I LOUDLY believe otherwise—

Canon-wise, the man is a virgin through and through. 😔

He's never been interested in anyone romantically before or sexually, and coupled with his lifestyle as a ninja, plus Belinda shooing him away from the topic of romance?

It sets the stage for him not to have the opportunity to gain any experience in the world of horizontal tango.

That being said, though—HE'S NOT STUPID???

I feel like for his and your first time, he's really in tune as to what makes you feel good. He'll listen in on what makes you moan the loudest, what makes you say his name the sweetest etc. etc.

Therefore, with how well he fucks you with his cock and how good he angles it to your most pleasurable spots, it'll have you swearing up and down that he's not a virgin.

And who managed to have sex with him before you did

♡ - "Fuucckkkk—!" You drawled out, completely and utterly cockdrunk as you were fucked against the wall of your home, your front pressed against the wall while Jio pulled your ass onto his cock.

The tension between the two of you had grown to a breaking point finally.

A point where the two of you could hardly ignore the chemistry between each other any longer before you—well...Jio had finally decided to do something about it, per your constant teasing and the way you'd lay out breadcrumbs that you wanted to get to know him wayyyyy better than you did currently. Even if you were a virgin...the heat of your lust made you blind to the fact that you didn't know a single clue about what to do with a man. Much less how to please a cock, however, despite Jio sharing the fact that he was a virgin himself...he assured you plenty that he was fine with taking the reins.

But, with how loudly he was making you scream...you had your doubts as to whether or not he was truly a virgin himself.

Jio tsked as he listened to your unabashed moans, his fingers beginning to grip your waist even tighter. "So loud," He said, almost as if he were reprimanding your cries, though you knew it was the opposite. "Even as you're being fucked in the cabin where anyone of the cult could come in...you still have no shame?" The elf chuckled when you clenched even tighter around his dick in response.

"C-Can't..." You whined, your nails threatening to make scratch marks into the wood as your mind barely help onto being able to formulate a single coherent sentence. "Y' feel too good..." You drawled out. You gasped when you felt Jio's dick throb inside of you, the two prominent veins along the side of his dick dragging against your walls, adding onto the pleasure that you already felt besides the way the tip of his cock pressed into your g-spot repeatedly without fail. "Y-You sure y' a virgin?" You asked dumbly.

He rolled his eyes in response, deciding to not give you an answer as he pressed his front to your back, rolling his hips into your dripping cunt even deeper as even more whines left your throat. Jio wouldn't repeat himself twice; it was already embarrassing enough that he admitted such a thing to you! But...thankfully, he wasn't stupid, he knew how to listen and adjust per the situation, and according to the noises you made...it told him to not stop. As his hands trailed up and down your body, his fingers eventually coming to dance around your cunt, teasingly poking at your clit. He chuckled next to your ear when he heard you whine in frustration.

"J-Just...touch me." You begged.

"Have patience," Jio said despite the fact he touched you anyway, his index and middle finger slowly rubbing your clit up and down as he groaned at the sound of your delicious moans, every whimper and whine you made in response to the way he fucked you, making him throb even harder inside of you. "You should learn to indulge in the wait, the build-up before your climax Y/N..." The elf gently whispered to you as his thrusts slowed down even more, tears beginning to burn your eyeline as the fact that you'd have to wait even longer for your orgasm settled deep within you.

In the back of your mind, however, you already knew that it had to have been some type of 'get-back' for the fact that you've always teased him prior to now! "Accidentally" pushing yourself back against him when the two of you were too close to one another, dropping seductive hints when the two of you were alone, and he happened to pay a visit—you saw the way he looked at you as if you were a meal he wanted to devour but couldn't on par of his loyalties to his cult.

"We have all night together Y/N...enough time for me to get back at you for all the teasing you did to me."

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Love's Second Chance: A Holiday Reunion - Chapter 5

Summary: After their date, Y/N takes Negan back home with her where the two of them try to get lost in one another, but have to tackle some obstacles along the way.

Characters: Negan Smith, the reader (OC), Elizabeth, Joel Miller (Mentions), Tommy Miller (mentions), etc.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60501985/chapters/155078377

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, Oral, Angst, Uncomfortable Situations, Unprotected P in V, etc.

Notes: There is no Joel in this chapter, but he is talked about quite a bit. Thanks to those that are reading the story and also a big thank you to those that comment! It means a lot!

Walking up to the front door of her home had Y/N trembling. It was no doubt a combination of things. The revealing dress that she was wearing likely didn’t help since it had started snowing again and it was freezing. But what also added to her nervousness was the reminder that Joel was the only man she had ever slept with. Continuously that lingered in her mind.

“Careful,” she instructed Negan, her fingers hooking tighter with his knowing that the snow was incredibly slippery as they made their way up to the door. Once she moved up the steps and pulled her keys from the jacket she had on, she realized just how much she really was shaking. Getting the key in the door was hard so she had to focus herself. By the time she pushed the door open, she felt a little resistance from Negan when she headed into the house. Gazing back over her shoulder, she noticed something in Negan’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I need you to let me know you really want me to come inside,” Negan responded, his chiseled jawline flexing when he looked to their hands.

“Is this the part where you tell me you are a vampire now and you can’t come in without me inviting you first?” she teased him, enjoying the way that his thumb swept over the back of her hand. A smirk tugged at his handsome features and she wondered if she had done something wrong.

“No, I just…” Negan paused, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when he shook his head. “I don’t want you to think that I only asked you out because I wanted to have sex with you. I don’t want you to think you have to have sex with me because you feel guilty for things either. I really did just want to spend time with you because I missed you.”

Turning to face Negan fully, she reached for his other hand and politely urged him into the house. Moving forward, she reached out to cup his face in her palms tenderly. Hushing him, she braced her weight against him when she got him to lower down to meet her in a kiss.

“I want you here. Not because I feel guilty, not because I just want a one-night stand or think you do,” she assured him with his eyelids getting heavy and his lips parting. Nuzzling his nose in against hers had her addicted to the feeling of someone so desperate to be near her. “I just want you here.”

“Yes ma’am,” Negan licked his lips, stepping back to close the door for her and lock it. Turning on his heel, Negan moved slowly until he was standing before her. His beautiful hazel eyes were locked on hers with his long eyelashes fluttering. Stroking his fingers down over the side of her face had her eyes coming to a tight close and he sighed. “I should have called you. I should have been part of your life and I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You’re here now,” she whispered, reaching up to place her hand in over his, caressing over it.

Fluttering her eyes to an open, she curled her fingers loosely around his wrist and led him toward the stairs. Taking their time, she moved up the stairs heading for her bedroom. Once inside, she allowed him to follow her and she closed the door behind them. Negan stood at the center of the room, his breathing loud as he closely watched her every move. Stroking her fingers over the center of his chest had Negan’s long eyelashes fluttering. It was hard to imagine, but Negan looked incredibly vulnerable right now standing in front of her.

Pushing her fingers underneath the material of his suit jacket had it falling down his arms. The jacket got to his wrists and he had to help her get it off him. Tossing it to the floor, Negan swallowed down hard and felt her plucking apart the remaining buttons of his black, button-down shirt. Untucking the shirt from his pants, she lowered her hands down over the lower part of his abdomen allowing them to flatten against the warmth of his flesh. Negan’s body was so vastly different than Joel’s and it would take some getting used to. Sliding her palms up had her fingers teasing through the dark curls of hair over Negan’s torso. The touch had his abdomen sinking in repeatedly with his deep breaths until she reached his chest. Starting to kiss faintly at the center of his chest had a low rumble of a moan falling from his throat.

At the same time, Negan was helping her work her jacket from her body getting it to fall at their feet with his. There was a desire burning deep within him with every delicate kiss she pressed over his chest. Working with her, they managed to get his shirt off and to the ground as well. What surprised him was how she looked at him. How she took all of him in. Touching his body, learning his tattoos and cherishing him like he was a work of art.

“I feel like a teenager again,” Negan whispered lifting his hands just enough to let them settle against her hips. It had her chuckling against his flesh as she started peppering her kisses over his collarbone toward his shoulders to where his freckles were. The wet kisses against his shoulder had Negan’s eyes coming to a close while he enjoyed her pampering his body. “I’m shaking.”

“We were just out in the snow,” she found it cute that he was insisting that she was making him nervous. Tipping her head back, she looked up at him and saw him smirk. Shaking his head, he lowered down to steal a kiss from her lips.

“No, I’m not shaking because I’m cold,” Negan assured her with a snicker, nipping faintly at her bottom lip. “You fucking do this to me. You always did this to me. I’ve missed you so fucking much and the idea of us finally doing this…I’m kinda fucking nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” she found amusement in that, drawing small shapes down over his body. “You’re the celebrity. If anyone should be nervous, it’s me.”

“Right now I just feel like a boy all over again. In love with a girl that is capable of holding my whole heart in her hand,” Negan reached for one of her hands to bring it up for him to deposit a kiss over the back of it.

Hearing the way he spoke took her breath away. Tipping in, she took her time to pepper small, wet kisses over his chest. Negan wasn’t kidding when he said he was trembling. It was obvious, but she found herself drawn to it. Pressing her fingers against his lower abdomen, she put enough pressure into it to have him back stepping. The back of his knees hit the bed causing him to lower down onto the edge of it. Having his big eyes watching her with him breathing loudly sent chills down her spine. A rush flooded her veins when she brazenly reached behind her to drag the zipper down in her dress. Stepping out of her shoes, she swallowed down hard with the way that Negan had his eyes locked on her. Awe filled them with him pressing his hands at his side to help brace himself.

Doubts did fill her mind at the idea of all of this as the material parted. Afterall, Joel was really the only man she had been with her whole life. She could be terrible with sex and not really know it. Plus, she hadn’t had much practice. In the last few years she had only been with Joel a few times. So she didn’t know if she’d continue to be this brave. Lowering the material down her body had her standing before Negan in only her black panties.

A tremoring breath escaped his lips and he wiggled his finger to urge her closer to him. Hooking his arm around her waist, Negan helped her crawl in over his lap. The warmth of his chest pressed against hers with him palming his large hands up over the lengths of her back, “You take my breath away.”

Hearing that took hers away when he claimed her lips with his again. Instead of just jumping right into things, they took their time caressing over each other’s bodies. Touching each other and getting used to the other all over again. A fire ran through her veins while she stroked at Negan’s scalp with his lips kissing up and over her jawline back toward her neck.

A wet sound fell from Negan’s lips when she shakily moved from his lap to slide down to her knees before him. Keeping her eyes hooked on his, she felt his thumb sweeping over her bottom lip and she kissed at the pad of his thumb. First she took her time getting his belt undone before working open his pants. Kissing at the area right above the hemline of his pants had him sucking in a sharp breath of air. Stroking his fingers through her hair, Negan was amazed with the way she was with him. Rushing things was not something they were doing here. She was pampering his body, cherishing him like he was a gift that had been given to her.

Hooking her fingers into his pants, she used a bit of strength to get them down his hips. Helping her, Negan lifted up so she could get the material of his dark slacks and his boxer briefs down his long slender body. A smacking sound followed with his erection hitting his lower abdomen. Carefully she set his clothes beside her on the floor and he swallowed down hard.

“You are so gorgeous,” she swept her fingers down over Negan’s leg evoking a tight groan from him. Crawling closer to him had his chest rising and falling.

Anticipation flooded his veins as he licked his lips to wet them. Urging his knees apart, she rest herself between them. Palming up over his thighs had him humming out. It was like she was taking her time to learn all of him again. Sweeping her fingers in over his injured knee took his breath away. Delicately she dragged her fingers across the scarring that was done from his surgeries that he had. Usually he was pretty sensitive about that area because it was the one part of his body that he wasn’t comfortable with. Swallowing down hard, he watched as she lowered her head to press faint kisses over his scars. The tenderness in the way she touched him and kissed at his body had Negan tremoring beneath her touch. Most people he wouldn’t be comfortable with doing this, but she genuinely seemed to care for him. And it drew him to her even more.

Having her looking up at him from where she was had chills flooding throughout his body. Other than Lucille, when people were with him they typically looked at him a certain way. It was either excitement with the fact they were hooking up with a celebrity where they only cared about the moment, not him or they just looked at him like he was something to be won. But in her eyes, he saw someone who actually seemed to care. There was an empathy for him that not a lot of people had. But it wasn’t in a way that was meant to make him feel bad. She just didn’t like seeing him hurt.

Palming over the side of her face had her turning into his touch to place a loving kiss over the center of his hand. Broken breaths fell from his lips. It had been so long since someone’s touch had been genuine where the person seemed to actually care for him.

As her kisses started to press over his thighs, he felt the warmth of them growing closer to his center and he let out a tremoring breath. Brushing his thumb against her cheek, he urged her to look up at him breaking the contact of her kisses from his flesh, “You don’t have to do this.”

“I want to,” she slurred palming in over the length of Negan’s shaft triggering him to close his eyes tightly. Groaning out, he felt her kisses following the movement and it had him caressing in over her shoulders. It was very sensual with what she was doing. She wasn’t out to prove something. It was just her cherishing his body and pampering him. Dragging her tongue along the length of his shaft had his thighs flexing and a sharp breath escaping him.

A low rumble of a moan fell from his throat when she curled her fingers around the base of his erection. Getting up further on her knees, she led his cock to her lips. Gentle kisses pressed over his manhood and his hips slid in closer to her. Watching her made him breathless. Reaching the tip, her lips parted taking him in. The warmth of her mouth surrounding his sensitive flesh drew out a deep raspy moan from his throat. Hearing that was a gift in itself. It made her want to do this all the more. Caressing over her shoulders and down over the center of her back, he wanted to relax her. Show her his appreciation. At first, her motions were slow. Dropping her head down slightly, taking her time then to pull back and drag her tongue against his erection. Each movement allowed her to take more of him into her mouth. And he was loving it.

Licking his lips, Negan stroked his fingers against the back of her neck. Now he understood the whole comment about everything feeling like the first time. Because this felt exactly like that. Whispering praises to her while she pleasured him only enticed her more. Sweeping her hair from her face, Negan was desperate to watch her. It looked like she enjoyed herself with every bob her head made over his length.

Taking a breath, she pulled her lips not too far away from his cock having his hips arch up toward her. With a smile, she teased kisses at the wet tip. Her tongue slightly dragging out against the soft, velvety skin. Varying between wet kisses and sweeps of her tongue over his body had him tensing up beneath her.

“Your cock is perfect,” she slurred against the tip of it, her eyes locking with his. Teasing her tongue across the patch of skin where the shaft and tip met had him locking up. His eyes closed and he shook. “I haven’t completely forgotten what you liked.”

Sliding his hand up over the side of her neck, Negan dragged his thumb along her jawline and smiled, “So much time has passed, but it feels like fucking yesterday. You are as fucking perfect as you’ve always been.”

Gentle strokes over his body continued, but he knew that in this moment, he didn’t need her to keep pampering him. So he reached for her, being careful in the way that he helped her up from her knees. Standing up, Negan made her gasp when he picked her up in his arms. Surprised filled her eyes at how easily he did it. Showing the strength that he had when he lowered her down at the center of the bed.

Suddenly this all started to feel real again. For a while it just felt like a blast from her past, a memory she had long forgotten but as Negan reached for the hemline of her panties she felt anxious before him. For the last however many years she had been only Joel’s. Yet here she was with someone completely new, someone who knew her just as much as Joel did in the past.

“Negan,” she stopped him before he could tug at the material, having him looking to her. “I know I’m not what I used to be. I’m sure I was cuter when we were younger.”

“No,” Negan hushed her, shaking his head when he started dragging the material down her legs. Getting them from her feet, Negan dropped them beside the bed and gave her a weak smile. Caressing at her lower legs, Negan realized that she was starting to get nervous. Doing his best to calm her, he allowed his touch to raise higher up toward her thighs. Shifting his weight over her, Negan did his best to urge her legs apart. Lowering himself down, he started peppering kisses at the inside of her thigh. Lifting his eyes, he flashed another smile seeing that her pupils were dilated with lust for him. “You are perfect. You’ve always been perfect. Then. Now…”

Hooking his arms under her knees, he pulled her in closer to him allowing his kisses to grow nearer to her core. At first, it was just delicate kisses over her flesh with him still caressing over her thighs. In this position she could comfortably watch him when his tongue pressed out to drag a line down over the length of her sex. Involuntarily her hips arched up toward him and he hummed out. Each kiss over her body grew stronger with the flicks of his tongue following suit. When he started suckling at her flesh, it made her moan out. Grasping tightly to the comforter beneath her, she balled the material up and cooed. Everything felt different with Negan’s short beard against her flesh, but it was a feeling that she very much enjoyed. This was a strong contrast from what she was used to with Joel. Negan seemed so focused and delicate. Working her up to feeling good and Joel was rough and eager to get her body worked up immediately.

Lifting her head, she watched Negan as he pleasured her. It seemed like he was enjoying it with the faint moans vibrating against her flesh. Crying out his name, she felt the strong strokes of his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves before it was followed by a slurping sound. As Negan’s right hand found its way between her thighs, she mewled out when his fingers thrust back into her body. With his long slender digits pumping away inside of her damp heat and his mouth focusing on matching that pleasure she felt the room spinning around her.

Licking her lips, she muttered his name feeling Negan hitting that same spot that he had been doing before. Starting to shake against him had him humming out. A euphoric sensation started building at the pit of her stomach with the way he was pleasuring her.

“Negan,” she stammered his name with his moan following and his fingers pulling from her body. It had her squeezing so tightly to the comforter that her knuckles were changing color. At the rate her heart was pounding in her chest she knew that this orgasm was harder than the one she had at the restaurant. Instead of stopping, Negan just buried his head back between her thighs to continue pleasuring her and it had her rocking her hips against his movements. “Fuck Negan…”

“Just enjoy it,” Negan instructed slurring against her flesh going back to work. Dropping one of her hands down, she sank it into his hair and panted. It had been so long since someone focused on her like this and it was driving her mad with desire for Negan.

That was until she heard the sound of something that had even Negan lifting his head up from where he was between her thighs. Dragging his thumb over his bottom lip, Negan cleared his throat and turned to look at her, “Is someone here?”

“The house is just noisy,” she tried to insist only to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. Panicked, she started tugging at the comforters and sheets. Pushing at Negan’s head she had him crawling beneath the material resting his head against her lower abdomen. Just in time she managed to get the blankets to her shoulders when her door pushed open revealing Elizabeth at the door. “Elizabeth. What are you doing here?”

“Sorry mom, I just…” Elizabeth paused holding tightly to the door seeing that her mother looked different. “I was at my friend’s house, but there was a game that I wanted to grab for us to play. It’s in my room. I didn’t want you to think that someone was breaking in or anything.”

“Oh, okay,” Y/N didn’t know how to react. Truthfully? She was freaking the fuck out on the inside. This was never a place she wanted to find herself in around her children.

“Mom,” Elizabeth tipped her head to the side, her dark eyes narrowing. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine,” Y/N alerted her daughter desperately wanting her to leave the room. Discomfort flooded her veins knowing that underneath the blanket and sheet was a completely naked Negan. Hiding him was hard because Negan was a big guy, but she just hoped that Elizabeth didn’t catch on. “Have a good night honey.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Elizabeth was unsure of how to respond to the way her mother was acting. Right now Y/N wished that her daughter wasn’t so perceptive.

“Nothing is wrong. I’m just…really tired,” Y/N lied knowing that by the expression over her daughter’s face that Elizabeth was suspicious. “Just call me in the morning and tell me how everything was. Okay?”

“You have someone in there with you, don’t you?” Elizabeth stepped forward immediately making things all the more awkward. Negan buried his nose in against her abdomen trying to remain still, but Elizabeth wasn’t dumb. “I don’t understand. Who are you with? I know it’s not dad because I just saw him right before I came here.”

“Honey, this isn’t really the best time to be questioning things,” Y/N attempted to stop her daughter from the upcoming lecture that she knew was coming. Elizabeth’s eyes fell to the clothes that were at the center of the room and Y/N started to panic. “I’m sorry. Okay? I didn’t think you’d be home. And I just…”

“After the other night with the four of us as a family, you’re doing this?” Elizabeth snapped at her mother causing Y/N to tense up. “I thought we were working on becoming a family again. The four of us. Yet, you’re here sleeping with someone other than dad?”

“Can you give me a few minutes and then we can talk? Because this is starting to feel really inappropriate,” Y/N asked of her daughter who simply folder her arms out in front of her chest with her chocolate brown eyes giving Y/N what looked like a death glare. “I don’t feel like that’s fair Elizabeth. Your dad dated someone else for years and you didn’t act like this. Just because your dad is single right now doesn’t mean…”

“You’re not dad,” Elizabeth interrupted her mother and it had a warmth flooding throughout Y/N’s veins. It was both demeaning that her daughter was lecturing her about having a life outside of Joel and embarrassing that Negan was in here to hear it all. “I know how you’ve felt about dad for a very long time. After everything with dad trying, inviting you over to the event…you’re doing this to him? To us?”

“I’m not cheating on your father Elizabeth,” Y/N pled with her daughter not understanding why it was leading to this. “We’ve been divorced for three years and separated for four. Your father had plenty of time to make a move and he didn’t. We’re not together Elizabeth and me finding comfort with someone else isn’t me trying to hurt you. Or anyone for that matter.”

“Who is it?” Elizabeth seemed furious eyeballing the bed to look over the shape that was beneath the blankets. “Is it Uncle Tommy? He’s been acting really weird and it would explain why he is running away at all hours of the night.”

“I adopted your Uncle Tommy when I was eighteen. Do you know how weird that would be?” Y/N scoffed, pulling the comforter in closer to her body feeling even more uneasy with Elizabeth stepping toward the bed. “Please honey, just give me a minute to get dressed and come out to talk to you.”

“I’m not a baby mom. I’m seventeen. Come on Uncle Tommy,” Elizabeth demanded who she assumed to be with her mom to come out. “Show yourself.”

“It’s not your Uncle Tommy! And I don’t even understand why you would begin to think that I have anything going on with him,” Y/N was disgusted at the idea of just seeing Tommy in that way because to her he was almost like her own child.

“Who else do you know that’s a man,” Elizabeth was furious in the way that she was talking. “Tommy, show your face before I start hitting.”

“Please don’t start hitting,” a rumble of a voice muttered from beneath the blankets and it shocked Elizabeth who stumbled back realizing that the voice was in fact not Uncle Tommy. “I’ll show my face if you promise not to start hitting.”

Carefully adjusting his body, Negan pulled the blankets and the sheets down far enough to reveal his head and his shoulders to Y/N’s daughter after he crawled up beside Y/N on the bed. Negan’s hair was a mess with a flush of color in his face. Curling his fingers tighter around the comforter, Negan cleared his throat and nodded his head. Looking to Y/N, Negan knew that there was fear in her eyes when Elizabeth saw what she did.

“Hello,” Negan broke the silence feigning a smile, his dimples big when the color drained completely from Elizabeth’s face seeing her celebrity crush there before her in her mother’s bed. “It’s nice to meet you Elizabeth, I heard a lot about you. All good things. Your mother loves you very much.”

“You’re fucking Negan Smith? How is Negan Smith even here right now?” Elizabeth snapped noticing the lost expression flooding into her mother’s features. It made things weird because Elizabeth wasn’t even acknowledging what Negan had said to her. “I have to be dreaming. This can’t be real because there is no logical explanation that explains why Negan Smith is in your bedroom right now.”

“I can answer a few of those,” Negan somewhat waved his hand about drawing Elizabeth’s attention back to him. “We’re not necessarily…fucking.”

Negan looked to see that Y/N buried herself under the covers to hide her embarrassment from her daughter and it had her groaning out, “I’m in this bedroom because I came home to visit my mother for the holidays. I ran into your mother the other day and we agreed to have dinner. You’re not dreaming and I’m very sorry this is the way that we met. I wanted to meet you at some point soon, but this really wasn’t the way that I was expecting.”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Elizabeth was embarrassed with having her meltdown in front of the town celebrity who was attempting to be exceedingly kind to her. “You slept with Negan Smith knowing how I felt about things? Do you know how weird that’s going to be telling people considering all my friends know that I have the biggest crush on him? You never even acted like you felt a certain way toward him mom.”

“Again, I hate to speak for your mother,” Negan began, his hazel eyes empathetic drawing Elizabeth to look to him “But your mother and I dated long before her and your father did. Kind of. So I don’t think she did this to make you feel bad. It’s just we had something between us when we were younger. And she probably didn’t want to tell you about it because she was married to your father and didn’t want to make things weird. I’m also very honored that I’m your celebrity crush, but you are…kind of too young for me honey. And considering how I feel about your mother…”

“How do you feel about my mother?” Elizabeth blurt out and Negan’s hazel eyes got wide. Looking to Y/N who lowered the blankets slightly to him, Negan simply shrugged and cleared his throat.

“I don’t really know yet. I just know that I spent most of my early life in love with your mother. I went a lot of years without her in my life and now that I’m here for the holiday I’d like to spend as much time as I can with her,” Negan was honest with Elizabeth who seemed to be between the stages of shocked, embarrassed and angry all at the same time. “I’d also like to continue to be in your mother’s life somehow because I missed her.”

“How? You’re a famous baseball player,” Elizabeth reminded Negan who gave a simple nod and then tipped his head from side to side.

“Yes and no. I have one more season left,” Negan declared, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “I’m really sorry if finding us here like this upset you, but I promise you this wasn’t anything negative or of ill intent. I care about your mother and I’d like to be able to talk to you in better situations so we can get to know one another better.”

“Elizabeth!” someone was calling out from downstairs and Y/N assumed that it was her friend that she had come with. Hopefully that friend didn’t follow her upstairs.

“I’ll be right down,” Elizabeth called out, a rush of heat flooding into her tanned flesh. It looked like there was so much she wanted to say but didn’t know what to say. Swallowing down hard, Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders and took a step back. “Whatever this is, I’ll come back tomorrow and we can talk about it. Preferably with you two dressed.”

“I don’t know if he will still be here tomorrow morning,” Y/N reasoned with her daughter, but Negan held his hand out and nodded.

“I’ll stay,” Negan agreed to the talk that Elizabeth asked for. “We can talk about whatever you want tomorrow. I promise.”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth looked between both her mother and Negan, her eyes forcing themselves to look down at the ground. “I’m sorry for barging in. If I would have known you were with someone, I would have never done that.”

And with that, Elizabeth backstepped out of the bedroom and quickly took off down the stairs. When they heard the door open and shut, Y/N dropped her head back. An overwhelmed sound followed and she looked to Negan with pure embarrassment flooding her features.

“I am so sorry,” she apologized to Negan who laid in beside her looking up at the ceiling. “That had to be so weird and I would completely understand if you wanted to leave right now. I will come up with a good excuse for things tomorrow and…”

“I don’t want to leave,” Negan interrupted her, the lines in his forehead growing as he spoke. “Unless you want me to leave?”

“God no,” she shook her head, sliding in beside Negan with their heads touching. Her breathing was loud and she thought about the things that her daughter said. “Am I a bad mom for not telling her about us when we were younger?”

“Why would that make you a bad mom?” Negan’s nose wrinkled. “Mothers and fathers don’t tell their children about the people that they screwed around with before…or after their parents. She’ll be jealous and maybe embarrassed for a while, but she will understand it eventually.”

“You didn’t sign up for this,” she pointed out to Negan who simply shrugged. This was the last way she would have liked Elizabeth and Negan to meet.

“Life is always throwing surprises at you,” Negan suggested reaching for her to allow her to rest her head over the center of his chest to get comfortable. “I can tell that she’s daddy’s little girl by the way that she talks.”

“Yeah. The children both love him,” she stated with a long sigh cuddling her face in against Negan’s chest. “And I don’t mind that they love him. It’s better that they do. Joel is a good father. He always was. He loved them a lot. I let them have that. They just got really mad at me when we got separated. When Joel started dating someone they didn’t put up much of a fight. Kind of just dealt with it. Yet the moment I might be with someone else…”

“Explosion of emotions,” Negan teased releasing a long exhale with his fingers caressing over her shoulders. “Who was Joel dating?”

“Tess Servopoulos,” she stated hearing Negan choke out at her answer. “You remember her?”

“Scary Tess?” Negan’s eyebrows were arched as he looked toward Y/N. “Ball busting Tess? The girl that was a year or two older than us that had no problem kicking a guy in the balls if he looked at her the wrong way?”

“Might have been before my time,” she was amused at Negan’s reaction to who Joel was dating. “You didn’t like her?”

“I never pissed her off, so she was fine with me,” Negan informed her with a dramatic expression and he shook his head. “Joel still has his balls after they broke up? That woman had some serious rage issues when we were younger. If I was putting together a hit team, I think I would have gotten her on my team.”

“She didn’t seem that bad,” Y/N laughed at how dramatic Negan was being with the way he was talking. “Joel really liked her. At least I thought they did when they were together.”

“That is so hard to picture because Joel hated her when we were in high school,” Negan thought back realizing that Y/N was younger than him and Joel. “Fuck. I can’t believe that Joel dated scary Tess. I almost want to ask him about it.”

“I’m going to be getting an earful eventually about what Elizabeth saw here tonight from him. So maybe if you are still around you can talk to him then,” she was being sarcastic as her fingers played with the dark curls of hair over Negan’s chest. “If I were you, I’d probably run right now. I have so much baggage and you’ve already seen parts of it.”

“I like your parts,” Negan spoke softly, letting out a boisterous laugh when she poked him in the side. “But it’s a good thing you aren’t me because I don’t wanna run away. I’m willing to deal with what I have to in order to be around you again.”

“You are something else,” she found herself in awe of him, bracing her hand over his chest so she could balance herself enough to lean in over Negan to meet him in a lingering kiss between the two of them. “Well now that the moment we were building up to is over, I have some pie that I made earlier. Would you like to have some?”

“I was just eating some pie,” Negan snickered only to have her playfully hit him in the stomach again. His raspy laugh grew louder this time and he shook his head. “Yes, I would love some of the pie that you made.”

Carefully getting up from the bed, Negan watched her head over toward her dresser to grab a t-shirt and some pajama pants. Pulling on his black boxer briefs, Negan then reached for his dress shirt to pull it over his arms. Leaving it unbuttoned, he stopped at the bottom of the bed hearing her huff when she turned to face him.

“It’s not fair, how are you still so fucking hot like that?” she questioned getting another laugh from Negan who reached for her to wrap her up in his arms. “It’s like, you’re even more fuckable like that.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Negan hummed kissing her multiple times. Leaning back, his eyes locked with hers and he made an overwhelmed expression. “I think your daughter walking in on us might have been worse than my father walking in on us that one time. I was scared she was about to start beating the shit outta me.”

“I could honestly see it,” she agreed with Negan, patting him at the center of his chest. Leading him down to the kitchen, she watched as he walked over toward the corner of the cabinets where Joel had been earlier bracing his hands on the counter. “What kind of pie would you like? I have eggnog pumpkin, pecan, chocolate silk and cinnamon apple.”

“Why don’t you get a piece of each and we will share them all?” Negan suggested with her giving him an impressed expression. Doing what he asked, she warmed the ones that were necessary and laid them out across the island in her kitchen. Grabbing both of them some milk and forks, she moved in beside Negan and saw him eyeing over the pies. “I love that you still bake. We started that together.”

“I know,” she saw him take some of the cinnamon apple pie, humming out when he swallowed it down and gave a thumbs up. “Do you still bake?”

“Fuck yeah I do. I’m an amazing cook and baker,” Negan didn’t shy from showing off when he went for the eggnog pumpkin pie next. “We should bake something together. The two of us. Not that you need any more sweets with all that you have, but I think that would be fun.”

“If you want to,” she wasn’t going to deny him the opportunity to cook something with her. She liked spending time with him and she wasn’t ready to stop yet. Grabbing some of the pumpkin for herself, she saw Negan take a bite of the pecan. “What do you like best so far?”

Considering his answer, Negan went for a larger bite of the chocolate silk. Holding it up to her lips, he allowed her to take the bite. A surprised sound fell from her lips when Negan’s lips covered hers, his tongue forcefully brushing out against hers.

“Wow,” she snickered watching him wipe his thumb across his bottom lip to collect the remainder of the pie from his lips. “That was different.”

“Chocolate silk,” Negan pointed to the piece of pie that was before her and it had her face flushing over with warmth. Nudging her playfully with his hip, Negan gave her a wink and then went for another bite of the chocolate silk. “You’re cute. You know that?”

“It’s been a long time since someone called me cute,” she retorted with Negan taking a sip of his milk. “But thank you. You’re pretty cute too.”

“I know,” Negan snorted after it made her laugh. Things were much more relaxed with Negan than she was used to. Here he was standing almost completely shirtless at the center of her kitchen in his boxer briefs and they were just eating sweets together. “This has been an interesting night. It went a way I didn’t think it would, but I’ve enjoyed it.”

“I feel like you’re just trying to be nice,” she suggested assuming things had to be awkward from the start. “You started the night off with my angry ex-husband and then ended it with my daughter. If anything, this night has been awkward at best.”

“I can handle Joel. I always could. And I could also handle your daughter who has a crush on me,” Negan stressed, placing his hand in over the center of his chest after setting his milk back down on the counter. “I have had lots of fun tonight. And not just because we fucked around. The night is still young though and I did promise your daughter that I would be here tomorrow. So, we have a lot of the night left together.”

“I’m just waiting for my son to make an appearance now,” she joked, poking at the pie that was in front of her.

“And if that happens, I’ll happily meet your son,” Negan snickered, moving forward to nuzzle his nose in against the side of her neck before playfully pressing kisses against her flesh. “I like kids. I always wanted kids. Life just didn’t work out for me the way I planned.”

Turning toward Negan after setting her fork down, she felt his hands settling in over her hips. Stroking her fingers over his exposed chest had her questioning things. This was all really too good to be true. Everything just felt…relaxed and nice. It wasn’t something that she was used to. At least not for a very long time.

“Let’s clean this up and make some cupcakes?” Negan suggested with a huff, tipping down to deposit another kiss over her forehead. Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped her face in his rough palms and led her to stare into his hazel eyes. “I need you to loosen up and relax. We’re here. I’m happy to be here. So let’s keep taking a trip down memory fucking lane. Let’s bake some cupcakes. And talk.”

“If that’s what you want to do,” she wasn’t going to fight him on this whole thing. Spending time with him sounded nice. It was the most laid back things had been in her life for a long time. And one thing she wasn’t feeling was lonely. Which was a nice thing. After giving her a wink, Negan collected the dishes that they had and headed over toward the sink. Without having to be asked, Negan was doing the dishes. Cleaning them and then putting them into the dishwasher. That alone was a huge difference between Negan and Joel. In all her years being with Joel, Joel was never the type to immediately clean up and if he did the dishes, it was only because she nagged him long enough to do it. “What kind of cupcakes do you want?”

“You have me in a chocolate mood,” Negan responded with a pondering expression when he looked over his shoulder at her. Turning on his heel, he braced his hands against the counter stretching out his lengthy abdomen leaving her a nice view of the v-line that led to the top of his boxer briefs. “Do you have candy canes?”

“Of course,” she moved around the kitchen to pull out the box of candy canes that she had bought not long before. Extending his hand out, Negan grabbed the box and gave her a thumbs up. “Chocolate cupcakes with a peppermint frosting?”

“Right up my alley,” Negan gave her a wink, setting the box down. Amusement flooded her veins seeing Negan opening the cabinets to see what was where. Instead of just asking, he was getting comfortable with her kitchen and it charmed her. As he set out what they needed with utensils and bowls, she went for the ingredients that they would need from the pantry and refrigerator. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” she looked over her shoulder to see that Negan was looking down at the gingerbread family that she had done with Joel and the children. “Oh, we did that the other day when I made fresh gingerbread cookies. Elizabeth wanted us to keep it. So it’s being displayed in the kitchen.”

“The sad thing is that I immediately knew this was Joel. His style hasn’t changed much since high school,” Negan snickered, waving his finger about at the gingerbread cookie that Joel had made. Stealing one final glance, Negan went back to preparing things. When they both returned to the island in her kitchen, she gave him a once over and smirked. “What?”

“I’m just not used to this whole thing. It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do this with someone,” she mused working with Negan to grab what they would need for the cupcakes first. Heading over to the stove, she turned it on and came back to see Negan was already preparing the ingredients. “My children like to help with the decorating, but never the baking process. Well, they did when they were children. But that’s it really.”

“Tell me about them,” Negan directed her to talk about her family and he saw her take a moment to think about things.

“Well, you met Elizabeth tonight. Daddy’s little girl to the core. Joel has called her Ellie her whole life, but she has gotten to the age where she wants to be called Liz. She plays softball at her school. She’s got a hell of a throw on her. She likes the girly things, but she’s also into sports and video games,” she rambled on about her daughter and Negan would glance over at her every so often to show that he was listening while they worked together. “She’s also incredibly smart. Way smarter than me and her father ever were. I see her going places. I worry sometimes about her since she’s so close to the age I was when I got pregnant, but she’s really not like that. She has crushes, but no boyfriend or anything. I think her future means more to her. And she’s a really good sister to her little brother. Peter is a typical teenage boy. Loves video games, sports, being silly. He plays baseball too. I think it’s more so to get his father’s attention, but he’s trying. And he’s attempting to learn the guitar too like Joel.”

“So Ellie is Joel’s favorite,” Negan commented which had her shaking her head. “It sounds like it.”

“I don’t know if she’s Joel’s favorite. I think she just has a strong bond with him since she was his first,” she thought aloud hating to think that Joel had a favorite. “Peter is just desperate for something to cling onto with his dad. We split when Peter was nine and he misses the family aspect of things. Joel is always so busy with things that Peter doesn’t really get the attention that he wants.”

“And why did the two of you get divorced?” Negan was curious throwing caution to the wind since she might get upset with that question. “You don’t have to answer that question.”

“Uh, you’re fine,” she felt heat flooding into her face. There was the thought that she shouldn’t focus so much on Joel, but Negan seemed to be genuinely curious. “I’d love to blame one thing, but I don’t know if I can. Joel’s parents died right after graduation for him. Immediately Tommy was the thing that he worried about. He made the decision to stay home and take care of Tommy instead of letting him go into foster care. Which meant he had to give up his full ride to school on that scholarship. It meant he gave up focusing on football and music. Which you know how much those two things meant to him.”

“I think everyone did,” Negan agreed with her from what he remembered when they were younger. Joel was so good at football that many of the people in town thought he would become a big football player. “I think he always planned to get famous with football so he could become a singer. Which I think was his real passion. Unless I was wrong.”

“I think he loved them both,” Y/N didn’t know if he loved one or the other more. The music just stuck with him more. “I think he was happy he had two things he was good at. That way he always had a fallback.”

Talking about Joel would have probably pissed Joel off. Especially since he seemed so irritated about her spending time with Negan.

“Joel adopted Tommy. Took on his father’s company and started working immediately. And then Elizabeth happened. It wasn’t on purpose. I was taking the pill, but it just happened. My parents wanted me to get an abortion because they expected more from me, but I couldn’t. They kicked me out and wanted nothing to do with me. So that was another person that Joel had to take into his home. I think he figured once Tommy was eighteen, he would be able to have the chance to finally make something of himself. I just don’t think he thought he would be a father by then. Everything was really good. I adopted Tommy too. We were a family. It was rough, but we were doing it. By the time Tommy turned eighteen, I was pregnant with Peter and I think life just got so busy. Tommy wanted to go off into the army because he wanted to change the world. It was a lot of stress. Joel tried to go to a community college, but it just didn’t work. So he kept being a contractor running his father’s business.”

Biting down on her bottom lip, she paused and noticed that Negan looked to her wondering if she was okay, “I think I was just the only one that realized life wasn’t going to be what I wanted it to be. I gave up the things I wanted, he did the same, but I adjusted to it and he didn’t. I got a degree, accepted the first job that would take me. Money was money. Joel was miserable. He knew what he was capable of having and life didn’t allow him that. So we fought. A lot. I was happy. He wasn’t in the last few years. And it wore pretty heavy on me. I think the more he let it linger, the more he realized what he lost. I think he was really happy for a while. It’s just toward the end of our marriage that he started showing signs of being miserable. At least, I think that’s what it was.”

“You had big dreams too though,” Negan reminded her of what she wanted when she was younger noticing that she didn’t seem to focus on herself as much as she did Joel. “You wanted to travel. I remember you always had your camera out and you wanted to be a journalist. More than anything you wanted out of here. So if anyone understood what he was going through, it was you.”

“I suppose so,” she didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t wrong. More than anything she dreamt of getting away from here when she was younger. She wanted to be more than what she was, but once she was a mother she had to change her way of thinking. “Joel was a really good father throughout though. He kept that he was miserable from the children really good.”

“Hmm…” Negan breathed out loudly, reaching for the mixer once they had put all the ingredients together to make the chocolate cupcakes. “I take it sex wasn’t very good with Joel?”

“Negan,” she laughed with him tipping his head to the side.

“I’m just saying. You seemed really shocked by the way I could make you orgasm tonight which tells me that you’ve never orgasmed like that before,” Negan recalled back to the two previous moments earlier tonight. “It’s okay if Joel wasn’t good at sex.”

“Joel was good at sex,” she corrected Negan who smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “The orgasms were good, but that…”

“You didn’t know you were a squirter,” Negan blurt out having her chuckle at his outwardness. “It takes time and dedication. Focus to make a girl squirt and not all of them do. Some of them are scared to do it because they think it’s something bad, but it’s not.”

“I can see the ego never left you,” she smacked Negan on the ass when he turned on the mixer. Moving around him, she got what they needed for the frosting and started to prepare what she could now. Once he was done, Negan helped her lay out the cupcake wrappers before she poured in the mixture. “What about your life? You’ve gotten to see the world. What was it like? As exciting as we pictured when we were kids?”

“It depends,” Negan answered with a sigh. “If Lucille was with me, it was nice. If I was alone, it was lonely. And it’s not really like I could enjoy it. I was working when I was travelling. So a lot of the world that I saw was hotels and flying.”

“Yeah, but I saw from the stuff Elizabeth would pull up that you got that car that you dreamt of having since we were kids. Lots of cars. A big house and everything you could ever dream of,” she elbowed him playfully thinking that those were things he would be proud of. Instead, Negan swallowed hard and looked down at her with sadness in his eyes. “All the money in the world can’t be too bad.”

“All the money in the world and I still couldn’t save my wife from dying of cancer,” Negan countered having the color drain from her face realizing what she said was incredibly awful when he put it that way. “I’m not trying to be a dick with that answer. I’m sorry if it came out that way, I just…what good is money if you lose the love of your life anyways? I have all the money I could ever want, but no one to spend it with. You can’t imagine the kind of loneliness…” Negan paused, his thick eyebrows furrowing with a shake of his head. “Never mind. You understand the loneliness just fine. Just a different kind. I’m sorry for that.”

“Broken recognizes broken I guess,” she breathed out, grabbing the cupcakes to put them in the oven. Setting the timer, she turned to him and could see that he was going through so many emotions just considering what to say next. “I’m sorry I said that Negan. It’s just when you’re one of the little people, the idea of having lots of money and getting to do anything sounds really good.”

“I understand that. I’m sorry,” Negan cleared his throat and nodded his head. His lips parted and he shrugged his shoulders. “Just from where I’m standing, I think Joel is a moron. Because more than anything, Lucille and I would have loved to have children. We tried, but she was sick for a long time. And we never had any. So it’s crazy to me. I would have loved having his life. He has everything I don’t.”

“Had. Not has,” she corrected his statement feeling a sense of sadness behind it. “I wasn’t what he wanted.”

“He’s an idiot,” Negan noted, stepping forward to palm in over the side of her face. “He had everything I wanted when I was younger and he let it slip through his fingers.”

A tremoring exhale fell from her lips when Negan lowered down again to bring their lips together in what was a fervent kiss. His thumb swept over her jawline when they parted and he looked to the timer that she had set.

“Do you still have a camera?” Negan’s question surprised her and made her smile. “You do, don’t you?”

“I have one. It’s not the best considering my situation, but I take it with me to special events with the children. I just haven’t really played with it too much,” she responded with a shrug of her shoulders knowing that she used to carry a camera with her everywhere. “Why?”

“Go get it,” Negan instructed, moving over toward the other bowl that he had grabbed. “I’ll start the frosting. You go get the camera and come back down.”

��Fine,” she did as he told her, heading up the stairs and leaving him alone in the kitchen. Going to her room in search of her camera, she hoped that it was charged. When she found her camera bag, she pulled out the camera and headed downstairs with it. Turning it on, she was thankful when she saw that there was power to it and that she had a memory card. “Here it is.”

“Not too shabby,” Negan reached out for the camera to look it over. Adjusting a few things, Negan lifted the camera and took a photo of her causing her to groan out. “What?”

“I look like shit,” she frowned and he immediately shook his head. It felt strange having Negan taking photos of her. “I do.”

“You could never look like shit,” Negan avowed with a huff, allowing her to take the camera away from him. Wrinkling his nose, Negan gave a wink before going back to work on the frosting. Hearing the sound of the camera made him smile. Stealing a quick look at her, he could tell that she seemed happy while she started snapping photos of him. Stopping what he was doing, he turned toward her and rubbed his hands together. “I want you to start using that again. Whenever you can, take that camera out and take photos. That was the thing that made you so happy when we were younger. Writing and taking photos. Start doing the things that make you happy.”

“Smile for me,” she ordered of him, lifting her camera up. Expectantly waiting for him Negan flashed her one of the biggest, cheesiest smiles that he could give. Taking the photo had her giggling, but she immediately shook her head afterwards. “A real smile.”

“What? That wasn’t real enough for you,” Negan snickered, stepping forward to loosely hook his arm around her waist to pull her in against him. “I thought you liked me as I was. Cute. Charming. Silly. That was a genuine smile.”

“You’re right, you are cute all the time,” she agreed with him, keeping a tight hold of her camera in one hand. With the other she dragged her thumb across Negan’s bottom lip. Kissing at the pad of her finger had her breathing loudly. “I think you know what your smile is capable of though.”

“I don’t think you know what you’re capable of,” Negan slurred with a long sigh, his eyes narrowing when he stepped back. Doing as she asked of him originally, he allowed her to take a photo, but then he got serious. And even though he wasn’t smiling, she seemed to enjoy getting a few close up photos of him. Resting at the corner of the kitchen cabinets, Negan stretched his hands out and placed them on the counter. Modeling for her was no big deal. He was used to people taking photos of him. “I know you had to change your life and alter what your childhood dreams were. But that didn’t mean you had to give up the things that made you happy. You should have kept writing and taking photos.”

“I wish it was that easy,” she stammered, lowering the camera down. Sure, it sounded good, but life never really gave her that chance.

“It is that easy,” Negan contended, biting down on his bottom lip. The lines in his forehead grew with him shaking his head. “Someone in your life should have been here telling you all along that you needed to have things that made you happy. They should have been cheering you on to do these things. Telling you to make time for yourself as well as others.”

“You know,” she began, stuttering back on her words when she lowered the camera down completely. Guilt started eating away at her with a lump growing in her throat. “You really shouldn’t be as nice to me as you are being Negan. I don’t deserve it. You know that, right?”

“Says who?” Negan tipped his head to the side, waiting on her answer.

“You don’t have to keep acting like this. I fucked up when I did what I did. I ruined our friendship all those years ago. I broke your heart,” she recollected provoking a long sigh from him. Setting her camera aside, she realized her thoughts were eating away at her. After everything he said to her at the sports bar, she couldn’t help but think she was a piece of shit for how things went down. “You shouldn’t be this good to me with what I did to you.”

“Apparently I missed the rulebook I guess,” Negan shrugged, pushing forward to move before her. Looking up at him with big eyes, she felt sad. Sad to know that he carried all those negative and hurt feelings with him for so long. Shuddering, she looked down to see that Negan’s fingers were hooking with hers when he reached out for them. “Here’s the thing. You feel fucking guilty. And I understand that. But I wouldn’t give up the life that I was given with Lucille. I loved her, very fucking much.”

“I know,” she breathed, squeezing her fingers firmly around his. Closing the distance between them, Negan wanted her to keep her eyes on his.

“You can’t blame yourself for something that was meant to happen. I loved my wife. I wish I could have had more time with her, but the world didn’t allow me that. And I know that you would never give up the life that you had with your children,” Negan emphasized his words showing her that he understood that their lives went in different ways. “What was meant to happen, did. I can’t be mad at that.”

“But I should have talked to you. You were the biggest part of my life and I just…” she started, but Negan hushed her, lowering his head down to press his forehead against hers.

“Listen. I don’t care about the past. We both made mistakes,” Negan admitted, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. “I just know how miserable I was without you in my life. I know I should have been here for you every step of the way. You were part of what made me whole. Part of what made me, me. What happened between us was just as much my fault as it was yours. But what I know? I don’t want to lose you from my life again.”

Everything he said took her breath away. In only a few hours, it felt like they were back to what they were when they were younger. And she still didn’t think she deserved that, but Negan didn’t seem to care. Hovering his lips over hers, it felt like he was about to kiss her again but was interrupted by the sound of the timer going off for the cupcakes.

“Fuck,” Negan hummed, looking toward the stove. Motioning him to wait, she grabbed something to get the cupcakes out of the oven. Setting them out to cool, she turned the oven off and returned back to Negan.

Grabbing the sides of his opened button down, she tugged slightly at them getting a smile over his handsome lips. And there were those gorgeous dimples that got her every time. Using her strength, she lowered him down to her to bring his lips to hers. Shivers ran down her spine with Negan laughing against her lips. Maybe she should have stopped things. Hell, this was just their first day back to spending time together, but it didn’t matter. Right now, everything felt right in the world with him kissing her. It had been a long time since she felt this good.

“Follow me,” Negan instructed, moving around her keeping his fingers linked with hers. Heading for the stairs had a breath catching in her throat.

“What about the cupcakes?” she knew that they were right in the middle of making them. Her heart skipped a beat when Negan looked back at her with an amused smirk.

“They need time to cool anyways,” Negan hushed her taking her into her bedroom. Closing the door, Negan locked it behind him this time while she stood waiting. Turning on his heel, Negan started to shimmy out of the shirt that he was wearing. “Just so no one can surprise us this time.”

Breathing loudly, she watched as the material dropped to Negan’s wrists. Unhurriedly, he got the shirt off and dropped it to the ground. Stepping forward, Negan reached for the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing. Noticing the way she grew nervous made him smile.

“Everything will be okay,” Negan promised her, starting to lift the material. Once it got right under her breasts, she shakily lifted her arms to let him pull it from her. Dropping her t-shirt beside them on the floor, Negan dragged his tongue out across his bottom lip. Stealing another glance at her naked form took his breath away. “I think you’re perfect.”

Words were hard to form. The warmth of Negan’s fingertips started at her lower abdomen. His caress was slow, building up the sensation as they traced up over her ribs. Just the way Negan looked at her made her feel like the only person in the world. It was obvious what he was doing to her. There was no hiding it from him.

“Now you’re the one shaking,” Negan pointed out, closing the distance between them. Warmth radiated from his body before hers. Curling his arm around her, Negan’s fingers settled at the small of her back tracing over her skin. With how close they were she felt the curls of hair over his chest tickling at her flesh.

Caressing up over her back, between her shoulders and down again, Negan let his fingers hook into her panties. Pushing them down, he let them drop to her ankles. Covering her bottom with the warmth of his hands, he tested the flesh in his palms and hummed out. It had her eyelashes fluttering to a close, her lips parting and a soft sight escaped them.

Using his strength, Negan picked her up in his arms and carried her over toward the center of the bed. Laying her down, he was careful in the way he moved her. Watching his every movement, her pupils dilated with desire with him pushing his fingers into the hemline of his boxer briefs. Getting the material down his body had her lips parting. Even though she knew his body from when they were younger, it was so much different now. Crawling in over her, Negan heard the nervous sound that fell from her parted lips.

“You don’t have to be nervous with me,” Negan assured her, resting himself comfortably between her thighs. Tracing his rough fingertips over her shoulders had a smile tugging at his handsome features. Following his finger’s movements, Negan deposited soft, gentle kisses over her shoulder toward her collar bone. The sound of her breathing grew louder with his kisses sliding in over her neck and then over her jawline. Right now his aim was to make her feel comfortable. Meeting her bottom lip, Negan pressed delicate kisses over it. It had her eyes slamming shut with a whimper falling from her throat. Bracing himself on his arms as they rest at her sides, Negan’s kisses were passionate and focused. Meticulous in the way he was comforting her. “I would never hurt you.”

“Negan,” she pressed her hand in over the center of his chest suddenly feeling very self-conscious about herself. Maybe she shouldn’t have been so honest, but she felt like this needed to be put out there. “I’ve only been with Joel. I might not be any good at this because he’s the only man I’ve been with.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” he interrupted with another charming smile, trying to calm her instead of having her panic. “I don’t care how many people you’ve been with. I know how I feel about you. All I need to know is that you want this.”

“I do,” she whispered without second guessing things. More than anything she knew in that moment that she wanted to be with him. “I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Nothing with you could disappoint me,” Negan professed, once again taking her breath away. Just with his words alone he had her hooked. Starting to press kisses over her jawline, Negan knew that he wanted to focus on her. Relax her enough so she could stop worrying about things. Gradually his kisses led to her lips. Each caress of his lips over hers was filled with so much passion behind it that it had her pulse leaping in her throat. Soft bucking motions of his hips against hers had her tremoring beneath him. “I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.”

Stroking her hand down over the side of Negan’s face had his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Just having her touch him with that tenderness could affect him that much. Nibbling at her bottom lip, Negan balanced his weight on his left arm. Dropping his right hand, he palmed in over her warmth triggering a moan to fall from her. Caressing at her body, Negan wanted to make sure that she was still okay with this before reaching between them.

Whimpering out, she felt the tip of his manhood at her entrance. Instead of rushing it, Negan got comfortable again over her. Hooking his fingers with hers, Negan pressed her left hand down against the bed. Locking their eyes, he wanted to watch everything when he pushed his hips forward. Tipping her head back, she purred out but didn’t close her eyes. She wanted to be connected with Negan in this moment. The expression he gave her as he slowly sank into her was unlike anything she had seen from him. They both moaned in unison with just that small amount of him entering her. Bracing himself, Negan knew that he was going to be a mess if he didn’t hold himself together.

Allowing her to get comfortable, Negan curled his hands under her shoulders bringing them closer. Starting to kiss her as he began to roll his hips, Negan took his time with her. Not wanting to rush this. This was a moment he waited most of his life for. He wanted it to last. He wanted to remember it. The way she looked. The way she felt. How she panted his name softly with every move he made.

This was all very romantic. Something she wouldn’t have imagined with Negan’s personality or the kind of man that he was, but she liked it. It was close contact. His chest pressed against hers. The base of his erection grinding against her clitoris adding to the friction of his thrusts. It was a full, stretching sensation that she enjoyed very much. Sinking her fingers into his damp hair, she loved the way he praised her and said exactly what she wanted to hear in a moment of being made love to.

Kissing him took away all the worries and the fears she had in that moment. What he was doing not only made her body feel good, but it made her mind feel that way too. Scratching lightly over his shoulders and down his back led to her fingers squeezing at his bottom. Having the muscles flexing and relaxing beneath her touch with every roll forward of his hips turned her on more than it should of.

“This is everything I’ve wanted for so fucking long,” Negan whispered, his lips hovering over hers. Muted moans were escaping him causing her to tremor beneath him. There was a fire building up inside of her with his steady movements. “You are so beautiful.”

Crying out, she kissed at Negan’s collarbone, nipping faintly at the skin with her hips arching up toward him. It surprised her how easily her body was reacting to this. Everything felt so good. Even before he started this she was sensitive from their earlier moments, so when her first orgasm hit her it didn’t surprise her how much it affected her body. Burying his head against the side of her neck, Negan moaned enjoying the way that she felt. Pressing her hand to his lower abdomen had him waiting for her, his breathing uneven.

“Are you okay?” Negan confirmed with her when she opened her eyes and caressed her palms up his long abdomen toward his chest.

“More than okay,” she alerted him, getting a weak smile from him. Every part of her was enjoying this. It was both physically and mentally rewarding.

Rolling onto his side, Negan brought her with him hooking her leg over his hip. Having him spooning her like this was so much more intimate than she thought tonight would be but she wasn’t complaining. This way she could kiss him and focus on him. Touch him and cherish the moment.

This time she reached between them to grab his rigid length in her grasp. Lifting her hips in closer to his, she led his body to hers. Sinking her hips down had her warmth taking him in. His lips parted, his hazel eyes dropping to look down to watch their bodies connecting.

Thrust after thrust felt incredible. Their breathing matched each other. Their hands caressing and touching each other’s bodies. This was about learning each other all over again. This time more than they had when they were younger.

“Negan,” she purred his name, pressing her forehead to his. Muted moans vibrated against her lips. It was a thrilling sensation with his fingers digging into her hips helping their movements. Kisses were pressed against her lips while Negan praised her again and again. It was everything someone would want for their first time with someone.

Pushing her hand slightly into Negan’s chest had him rolling onto his back with the pressure. With his body pulling from hers, it had her whimpering out with the aching emptiness that followed. Licking his lips, Negan watched her close as she crawled in over him. First her hands started at his hips, caressing up over them toward the center of his chest.

“You have no idea how many nights I dreamt about this when we were younger,” Negan slurred, wincing when her warmth hovered over his aching erection. “I feel like a teenage boy all over again.”

“Everything about you is perfect,” she assured him, lowering in closer to him with her mouth just hanging in over his. Leading his hand between them, she helped him lead his cock back to her body. Lowering her hips down had her sinking down over his length. Clutching tightly to Negan, her eyes slammed close and she tremored with the moan that followed from him. Pulling her hips forward and then dropping them back again had her cries growing louder and more frequent. More than anything she wanted this close contact with him. Negan’s mouth was peppering her neck with kisses, his hands caressing her body in awe. It was obvious that Negan cherished her body and it made her feel good in so many ways.

“Fuck,” Negan lifted his head watching her movements over him with the small amount of room that was left between their bodies.

“You feel so good inside of me,” she purred against his lips having him moan. Unlike Joel, Negan was a very verbal lover. His moans could be heard, he praised her with everything that she did. His hands caressed at her sides, over her bottom and up her back.

Hovering her lips over his, she enjoyed taking in the facial expressions he was making while she worked her hips over his length. Everything about this made her feel good and it wasn’t just about the sex. It was feeling seen. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Grunting out, Negan pulled himself up into a seated position, wrapping his arms around her waist to help bring her hips over him. His mouth pressed kisses at her jawline, nipping slightly at her skin. Moaning out, Negan enjoyed how her nails bit at his back not trying to hurt him, but to show how much she enjoyed what was happening.

“I’m going to come,” his groan vibrated against her lips leading her to use the strength she had to start riding him harder.

There was something in the way that Negan tipped his head back to look at her that absolutely took her breath away. Palming in over the side of her face, Negan brought her to kiss him. Her body was tremoring over him with her leading herself to another orgasm. Crying out against his lips, she felt him tensing beneath her, his moans letting her know his orgasm was approaching. Hearing Negan slur out her name had her eyes slamming shut. Winces escaped his throat with the throbbing of his cock inside of her, the twitching alerting her that his release followed soon after. Their movements continued through his orgasm, their eyes locked. Her body was weak, aching in the best of ways. By the grumble of his raspy moan and his head falling in against the side of her neck she knew that she had milked him completely of his orgasm. In his arms she stayed, liking the way it felt with Negan pressing kisses at the side of her neck. Cuddling her head in against his shoulder, she wrapped her arms tighter around him with their breathing still loud and uneven.

“You were worth every minute of the wait it took for us to get here,” Negan hummed, his head tipping back while she stroked her fingers through his damp, dark hair. It made her smile and they kissed a few times.

“That was a lot of minutes,” she pointed out tipping her head back to stare down at Negan who shook his head and smiled. “I’m not sure I was worth that.”

“You were,” Negan assured her, nipping at her bottom lip and dragging his tongue faintly against her flesh. “You’re perfect.”

Perfect was not something she would have used to describe herself, but she liked hearing it. For a while they laid in bed with her tracing out shapes over his chest and lower abdomen. Talking about things they still hadn’t caught up on. Something inside of her reminded her that so many people would have killed to be in the position she was in. Laying in the arms of Negan Smith. The big-time baseball player that so many people knew. But to her? This was the man that was her childhood best friend. The man that saw all of her and still remembered the little details. Things that people in her life now didn’t even know.

Everything about this was flawless. And she knew that. Negan made love to her. He made her feel special. And this was the most comfortable she had been with anyone in a very long time. The only problem was knowing that she was having these feelings about Negan while still having the feelings that she did for Joel. Then again, she felt pretty crazy thinking about Joel in a moment like this. Joel and Negan were so vastly different. Both perfect in their own ways. But she shouldn’t have been thinking about Joel right now. Yet, she couldn’t stop herself from making comparisons between the two and that worried her.

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alikwrites · 1 month ago

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a (hopefully) comprehensive catalogue of balth's whiteboard throughout lolilo

along with my guesses as to the artist/author

episode 5: popcorn

starting off strong with something i can't read. we get the best shot of it after peter sits down on the couch at the end to read, and the camera gets adjusted up and over slightly

"___ A DESK" and then maybe someone has signed their name below it? would love some help with this one. is this balthazar actually using his own whiteboard (something which will become increasingly rare) to leave notes for himself? unclear

more under the cut!

episode 9: vacuuming

you can see this while ben vacuums. a bit fuzzy but looks like a little moon and stars doodle. i feel like any one of the flatmates could've drawn this. balth is staying up late tossing and turning according to the lyrics of running mad, ben is up late editing, peter is up late partying, and freddie could potentially be up studying as well. could be a little nighttime doodle. who knows

episode 13: town

this combined with the next one is interesting. now i have no idea what's going on here, i'll admit. i can't even decide if it's words or drawings. i think it maybe says "___ is a cool ___" ??? my best guess is that it's something drunkenly written by one of the flatmates after getting home, because you don't get a peek at it until after they get back. could have been ben...or maybe it was peter......put a pin in that

episode 14: rules

this one is the reason i did this to begin with. i was going back through lolilo to figure out in which episode this appears on balth's whiteboard, and i discovered that the whiteboard gets a ton of use by the flatmates!

"tell your boyfriend if he says he's got beef / that I'm a vegetarian and i ain't fucking scared of him" from don't trust me by 3oh!3. this is interesting to me for two reasons: 1) rules happens the morning after town, so in between balthazar and peter yelling at each other and the flat gathering to decide on the rules, someone has erased what was there last night and written something new and 2) considering the context around the prior night's fight, in which the owner of the whiteboard was involved, isn't this a bizarre thing to write? it's kind of uncomfortably on the nose lol

so here's my best guess, based on what little information there is to go off of and total conjecture: balthazar erased the drunken message from last night because he's already uncomfortable about last night and trying to act like it never happened and maybe even because it was left there by peter, and ben wrote the song lyrics because he's trying to joke around and lighten the mood, and at this point he's operating from a "sunshine is the best disinfectant" standpoint when it comes to uncomfortable stuff. I DON'T KNOW

i'll add the disclaimer that obviously none of the whiteboard stuff necessarily has to be commenting on or indicative of anything and could very well be something that was thrown up there randomly by cast or crew throughout the filming of lolilo and just so happened to appear in a shot. but it's fun to speculate

episode 15: flat

HOWSIT. seen right before ben enters balth's room to give a tour and introduce paige to the viewers. i feel like either ben wrote this, because he makes a point to call it out before entering, or balthazar wrote this to get rid of the song lyrics lmao

episode 20: hummus

i ❤️ hummus

definitely a ben one imo. seen in the wrap-up shot as balth finishes his last hummus meal

episode 25: fffriends

just a lil guy! probably supposed to be balthazar? the hair? this can be seen throughout the entire vlog. purely headcanon but i like to think freddie drew this. she's potentially kinda artsy, she has all those cute prints on the walls of her bedroom. ben could have drawn it too, i guess, but i feel like his general vibe does not, uh. telegraph artistic prowess, we'll say. when it comes to drawing, anyway. but maybe that's rude of me to assume!

extra episode: fellowship

can be seen at various points, but is most clear during this shot as ben lists out the rules to true american. maybe freddie drew this, maybe ben, but i feel like it has to be someone who ships pedrazar because, out of all the symbols you could choose from lotr, this is arwen's evenstar necklace that she gifts to aragorn. and remember, peter = arwen and balth = aragorn per the headbands >:)

episode 34: lines

a nice little treble clef. visible over balthazar and peter's shoulders as they sit at the table. could've been anyone's drawing really, although maybe balth is most likely because it's a tricky symbol if you're not super familiar with it. probably not ben i'd wager, given that in balthazar's interview he says "g plus" when he means g sharp

episode 51: initiated

a big gap in whiteboard art, because chicken and stay need to happen. you get a few shots of the whiteboard in between 34 and 51, but it's always blank. unfortunately, in this shot, i once again cannot decipher it. please someone help me. does it say "'ello 'ello 'ello" maybe?? i don't know. spotted over peter and freddie's shoulders while peter writes his sonnet with john's help. almost certainly written by ben, who at this point is giving his best performance of "everything's fine and i'm not wracked by guilt every second of every day" and almost certainly not written by balthazar, who is spending most of his time in the tent or at least away from his flatmates

episode 54: classified information

can be seen when the friend group gathers to tell balthazar about the rules hiatus. a lightbulb, i think. is it meant to symbolize someone having an "aha" moment..?..but who? or perhaps it represents the light in the darkness that the rules hiatus is supposed to bring? i'm way too deep in this lol i need someone to pull me out and smack me around

episode 56: balthday

unsurprisingly, the whiteboard reads "happy birthday balth" or "balthy" and there have been so many characters at the flat during the days leading up to this party that the possibilities as to the artist are endless. maybe rosa, who has strong opinions about decor? or bea, who's always had a bit of artistic flair to her video editing style?

probably visible in several shots, but i grabbed it from when ben is razzing rosa

episode 79: feathers

another big jump. balth's whiteboard is visible but blank while he's not living at the flat. but now that he's back it's got this stylized little heart, which kind of looks like it could be made up of two bass clefs facing each other? that could be a reach though. either way, my personal belief is that this is peter's artistic debut upon the whiteboard. or balth could've thrown it up there too, but i think we can all agree it definitely wasn't ben, who's having a real tough time at the start of this video

anyway that's it! lmk if i missed any and please feel free to dan brown these whiteboards with me

#i almost included all the times when a) you can see the whiteboard but it's blank and b) when balth's door is open and you can't see it but #decided that was going too far and i am technically at work rn so #nmtd #lolilo #mine

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mariacallous · 3 months ago

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We are witnessing a constitutional system on the brink. The crisis started on Saturday, when James E. Boasberg, the chief judge of the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia, issued an order that could hardly have been clearer: he told the Trump Administration to halt the imminent deportation of immigrants alleged to be Venezuelan gang members.

“You shall inform your clients of this immediately, and that any plane containing these folks that is going to take off or is in the air needs to be returned to the United States—but those people need to be returned to the United States,” Boasberg instructed the Justice Department lawyer Drew Ensign over Zoom, a hearing called so hurriedly that the judge, away for the weekend without having packed his robes, apologized at the start for his informal dress.

“However that’s accomplished, whether turning around a plane or not embarking anyone on the plane . . . I leave to you,” Boasberg said. “But this is something that you need to make sure is complied with immediately.”

Federal judges are accustomed to being obeyed, but there is a new Administration in town, and it is dangerously and deliberately testing the limits of judicial power. As Boasberg was speaking, the planes were in the air; authorities had them continue on to El Salvador, which had agreed to jail the Venezuelans for a reported six million dollars.

“Oopsie . . . Too late,” the Salvadoran President, Nayib Bukele, posted on X the next morning, along with a laughing-tears emoji and a screenshot of a New York Post story about Boasberg’s order. Bukele was quickly retweeted by, among other Administration officials, Secretary of State Marco Rubio.

President Donald Trump on Tuesday demanded the judge’s impeachment, calling him “a Radical Left Lunatic.” At which point the Chief Justice of the United States, John Roberts, weighed in. “For more than two centuries, it has been established that impeachment is not an appropriate response to disagreement concerning a judicial decision,” Roberts wrote in a rare public statement. “The normal appellate review process exists for that purpose.”

There’s been talk for weeks now of an impending constitutional crisis. The term is imprecise, but there’s broad agreement that it covers the spectacle of a President outright refusing to comply with a court order. And here we are—although the Administration asserts otherwise. Now comes an uncomfortable question: Are courts—lacking, as Alexander Hamilton observed, “influence over either the sword or the purse”—capable of doing anything much in response?

J.G.G. v. Donald J. Trump, the case before Boasberg, places the questions of judicial authority front and center. It also goes to the question of fundamental fairness. At issue is whether the government, invoking wartime powers at a moment when the country is not at war, can, on authorities’ bare assertion, with no judicial review, take individuals who have been convicted of no crime and deport them to serve hard time in the prisons of another country. The case, even before the possibility of defying court orders arose, encapsulated some of the most dangerous legal tendencies of the Trump Administration: a hyper-aggressive conception of Presidential power combined with an eagerness to stretch statutory language beyond any reasonable bounds.

Trump has been threatening for months to use the Alien Enemies Act, of 1798, to expel Venezuelans who the Administration says belong to the Tren de Aragua gang, without the bother of going through legal proceedings. The law has been invoked just three times—during the War of 1812 and the First and Second World Wars—and you don’t have to be a diehard textualist to understand that it doesn’t apply in the current circumstances: it applies only when “there is a declared war between the United States and any foreign nation” or “any invasion or predatory incursion is perpetrated,” again, “by any foreign nation.”

Given how far afield Trump’s actions stray from the law, it was no surprise that Boasberg was willing to grant a temporary restraining order Saturday to keep the status quo in place. What was shocking was the Trump Administration’s willingness to so flagrantly violate his order. The Georgetown University law professor Marty Lederman, a Justice Department official during Democratic Administrations, wrote that he couldn’t recall “any historical precedent where executive branch officials have embarked on such an audacious action to anticipatorily stymie the proper functioning of a federal court—let alone to do so in the midst of a judicial hearing.”

So Boasberg—this time in robes—summoned the lawyers to an emergency hearing on Monday, to find out what had happened. What ensued was one of the most extraordinary exchanges I’ve witnessed in years of covering the courts. Boasberg, displaying remarkable forbearance, asked basic, seemingly innocuous questions, only to be met with stonewalling from the Justice Department.

“How many planes departed the United States at any point on Saturday carrying any people being deported solely on the basis of the proclamation?” Boasberg asked.

“Those are operational issues, and I am not at liberty to provide or authorized to provide any information on how many flights left,” Deputy Associate Attorney General Abhishek Kambli responded. (The answer, from reporters tracking the flights, appears to be three.) “The information that I am authorized to provide is that no planes took off from the United States after the written order came through.”

Boasberg was incredulous that the department was refusing to provide the information—even to Boasberg himself, in private. “Why are you showing up today and not having answers to why you can’t even disclose it?” he asked. “Maybe those answers are classified. . . . Maybe those answers are not classified, but they shouldn’t be for the public. Fine also. But you are telling me . . . you can’t even tell me which of those applies?”

That was just the start. Kambli contended that the Administration hadn’t violated Boasberg’s oral instructions, because it was only bound by the written order issued shortly afterward, which did not specify that planes had to be turned around.

No self-respecting judge would stand for that. When the jury returns a guilty verdict and the judge instructs the marshals to take the defendant into custody, the marshals don’t tell him or her to put it in writing. The notion that the Justice Department didn’t have to comply with what Boasberg said was, as Boasberg put it, “a heck of a stretch.”

Kambli also argued that Boasberg’s authority over the planes disappeared once they left U.S. airspace—a particularly cynical position because, as Boasberg tartly noted, the Administration knew, when it chose to have the planes take off, that Boasberg had scheduled a hearing at the exact same time to determine the fate of the detainees onboard.

Boasberg ordered the Justice Department to provide more explanation for why it wouldn’t explain itself. “I will memorialize this in a written order, since apparently my oral orders don’t seem to carry much weight,” he noted. When, on Tuesday, the department balked again at providing such “sensitive information” while Boasberg’s order to halt the deportations is on appeal, Boasberg gave it another twenty-four hours to come up with answers, to be submitted under seal and directly to him.

Just before its latest refusal, the Justice Department made an extraordinary request: that the Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit not only reverse Boasberg’s order but remove him from the case, because, it said, he had engaged in “highly unusual and improper procedures.” (I can confidently predict that this is not going to happen.)

The larger question of what powers Boasberg may have here is knotty, especially now that the detainees are imprisoned in a foreign country. “We will ask the judge to order the government to get these individuals back,” Lee Gelernt, a lawyer for the A.C.L.U. and the lead attorney on the case, said after the hearing. “There’s a very serious question about whether a federal judge can ever order a foreign government to do something, and the answer is generally no, but here I think we’re in a very different situation.” El Salvador, he said, is acting less like a foreign sovereign than like “a private prison holding these individuals, and it appears that the U.S. is paying for it.” (The A.C.L.U.’s co-counsel in the case is the public-interest group Democracy Forward, where my daughter is a lawyer.)

But the Administration is clearly spoiling for a fight. (It picked an unlikely target. Boasberg, a Yale Law School housemate of Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh’s, is a former homicide prosecutor and so well respected as a judge that he was tapped by the Chief Justice to serve on the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Court.) “We’re not stopping,” Thomas Homan, Trump’s border czar, proclaimed ahead of Monday’s hearing. “I don’t care what the judges think.” Stephen Miller, a deputy White House chief of staff, tweeted at day’s end, “The President’s cabinet must be able to spend all their energies focused solely on delivering . . . for Americans—not spending untold hours trying to answer the insane edicts of radical rogue judges usurping core Article II powers. These judges are bulldozing our democracy.”

The White House press secretary, Karoline Leavitt, appeared on Fox News on Monday evening to underscore the supposed dangers of Boasberg’s intervention: “If we live in a country where the will of the American people is subverted by a single judge in a single court, we no longer live in a democracy.” Let me fix that for her. If we live in a country where judges’ orders can be ignored by an Administration bent on amassing unchecked power, we no longer live in a democracy.

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setaflow · 17 days ago

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20 Questions, Writing Edition

Tagged by @bubble-bones (writing this from my main this time since it encompasses more than my CP2077 work)-- thank you for thinking of me!

Tagging @ghostoffuturespast @emofthechoir @trashcatsnark @holybatgirlz @callmeguacamole if you want to give it a whirl!

How many works do you have on AO3?

11, dating back to around 2015-- 3 Cyberpunk 2077 fics, 2 Red Dead Redemption 2 fics, 2 Rick and Morty (post S2 only) fics, 2 Fallout 4 fics, 1 Stranger Things (post S2 only) fic, and 1 RDR2/Buzzfeed Unsolved crossover fic. The writing bug really only hits me in waves and I'm a slow writer with heavy word count, which is a combination that tends to lead to low output, unfortunately 😔

I have some Ass Creed fics that live exclusively on my old ff.net account, but those are from like 2013 and they have NOT aged well.

What's your total AO3 word count?

647K, roughly. Over 70% of those words are tied up in 2 fics alone lol. (Add another +/- 225k for my ff.net stuff I didn't carry over to AO3).

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Belief is the Irrational Now Between Rising and Falling (Stranger Things)

The Perplexing Downfall of the van der Linde Gang (RDR2/Buzzfeed Unsolved)

R.I.P. to my Youth (Rick and Morty)

Structure (Rick and Morty)

The Glorious Second Life of Holly Monroe (RDR2)

What fandoms do you write for?

The real answer is "whatever I'm massively hyperfixating on at the time", which for the past 4 years running has been CP2077 exclusively. In a more general sense, I tend to write mostly for story-driven video games with themes that I feel I have a story I can use explore and build on.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I didn't use to-- I really get uncomfortable responding to praise, since I've built a somewhat middling view of my own writing-- but I've come around to it more as I've gotten older. I don't always respond timely, but I try to give the genuine comments that aren't just "love it when update pls" a reply if I can. It's a way to build community, and I acknowledge that.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When I eventually finish Rain in the Desert seven years from now, probably that, but won't lie it's mostly by virtue of subject material. I have a tacked-on epilogue that's really gonna pluck at my own heartstrings, but a lot of it is thanks in part to the Mikoshi endings being very angsty in their own right.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Since Irrational Now is the only multichap fic I've ever actually FINISHED, probably that. Even if everything else in my bibliography was completed, it'd probably still take the prize; it was always intended to be whump with a happy ending and writing that happy ending was the reason the final chapter took seven months to come out lol.

Do you get hate on fics?

Once on ff.net, from a well-known spam flamer in the Ass Creed sphere. When they hit my fic, that was how I know I'd made it lmao.

Do you write smut?

I'm a very vocal non-romance writer and the one time I did write romance (not even smut) made me want to claw my eyes out (and, looking back, was almost exclusively to help a 16-year-old Seta's fic get hits). I'm not a huge smut reader, never mind writer, so I leave it to the professionals.

Do you write crossovers?

I HAVE, but in general I don't. If I like a piece of media well enough to want to explore fic for it, I find it's usually because the world itself is the biggest hook, so diluting that via a crossover isn't something that hugely appeals to me.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I haven't been made aware of it.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd be open to it!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I have beta'd and assisted with giving ideas and thoughts to some of my IRL friends on their works. Doesn't really count, but it's the closest related thing I can point to.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I guess I have to throw my hat into the Johnny Silverhand & V camp even though I'm not a SilverV shipper in the traditional sense. I think their relationship is so dynamic and can so easily be taken in different directions, which is something I really enjoy when occasionally browsing the Archive looking for different work. I suppose I also do really enjoy RDR2's Charthur from a narrative standpoint-- I just think the two really compliment each other, and it's probably my favorite RDR2 ship even if I don't actively read it.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The fact that I never finished Glorious Second Life haunts me. It's 36 chapters deep and my writing notes put it at another 35 to go. I had every last narrative plot point planned out to the last detail. The ending that I had for it was so haunting and lyrical that it still keeps me up at night-- maybe one day I'll pick it up again, but ngl the workload needed to finish it is probably my biggest deterrent

What are you writing strengths?

I have a pretty good way with metaphors; even in some of my older pieces I'll usually find one or two I really still like. I'm fairly decent on descriptions (you'll find I'm the ultimate purple prose apologist, whoopsie), and I tend to get positive notes for keeping true to characterization.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I cannot write a well thought-out sexual/romantic element to save my life, nor have I really cared to learn how to. Sometimes my dialogue can be hit and miss, particularly on rereads. And my works are LONG. Way too long, and at this point I kinda understand if it's something about my works that people just don't want to deal with.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I've done it in multiple ways and I try to base it on context for the source material. If it's a sentence or two in a whole other language, I'll probably add a blurb in my author's notes with the translation at the bottom. In Glorious Second Life I have entire stretches of dialogue solely in Italian, so I'll add parenthesis translations in-fic for a character speaking non-English in a conversation that's primarily English, and then italicize a conversation fully in another language to designate another language is being used. If I use non-English words where I think the meaning can me intuited on its own, then usually I won't bother adding a translation at all and will just let it be.

I also prefer to use the aspect of reader immersion of, if a character has no means to translate a piece of dialogue-- i.e., if a POV character is speaking with someone who is French that occasionally inserts some French expressions into their conversations, and your POV character doesn't know French-- then you shouldn't include a translation directly into the piece itself, since your POV character wouldn't know what was being said either. I just think it's funner if the reader doesn't immediately have all the answers given to them in the work and does some digging on their own, or at least waits until they hit your end-of-chapter authors notes.

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Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have two different answers for this. Rain in the Desert will always be my baby and continues to be a labor of love that I've very proud of despite it's occasional lumps. In terms solely of audience reaction, Structure takes the cake-- someone made a fucking TVTropes page for an unfinished fic I made like 7 years ago. THAT takes dedication, and I'm forever honored, if not slightly confused, by it.

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cloudygremlin · 9 months ago

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Calling on God

Premise: Y/N (undescribed) is a sorcerer at the Metropolitan Jujutsu High. She teases Gojo about having kids and Gojo follows through on her joke.

Rating: Mature

Author Notes: Reposting cause I found out I had my tumblr HIDDEN. Gojo/YN. NSFW. Light restraint, P in V. Y/N is whipped. ONE BED TROPE. Use of "good girl". Wearing his shirt. My Gojo is a bisexual king.

(thank you @voloslobotomyservice )

It was quiet, in an eerie way. The school’s halls, normally filled with the loud reverberation of cursed technique being practiced nearby, the yelling of the students or simply the overwhelming and heady feeling of cursed energy harbored by all the sorcerers, were absent now. All asleep in their beds and unbothered. And why would anyone be worried? This was the only place one could relax their guard behind the protection of Master Tengen’s barrier.

Y/N yawned as she shrugged off the oddity of liminal space, dropping her report in the drop box outside the office of the admins. The only reason she’d be here so late, knowing if she went home before… she’d never remember to bring it back.

“Ugh my feet are killing me too~” she begrudged, lightly hitting her head against the wall next to the box before straightening back up and heading back the way she came. But each step hurt. Boots rubbed every curve and bone in her feet the wrong way. She barely made it to and back to the elevator before admitting defeat. Dragging her feet, she slowly trudged out of the elevator on the bottom floor towards the common area. Spying the nearest couch, she kicked her shoes off before entering the conversation pit and flopping down. The normally uncomfortable furniture, more appearance focused than functional, was oddly welcoming as she sank in. She was doomed if she thought she would be getting back up. The thought of putting any sort of footwear back on painful. Instead, she rested her head back, staring at the ceiling as she looked back at the thoughts of that day.

“Oh Gojo~” Y/N cooed, leaning over the railing of the walkway to get his attention as one student seemingly launched another. “What do you think of my new nails?”

Gojo, not caring too much about being the most responsible teacher, quickly turned his back on the moment to greet her and sauntered over to where she was. “Well now, let’s take a look-“

Y/N held her hand out, showing off the precisely curated almond shaped nails with a combination of the magnetic cat eye gel and the dewy reflective drops. The overall affect being that of what she felt like if rain drops contained star light. Another fun and whimsical set like all the others she’d gotten before.

“Oh, now those are best yet,” Gojo hummed in appreciation, hand on his chin as he inspected them despite the blind fold. “I don’t know Y/N, I’m not sure you’re topping this design any time soon.”

At this point, the student not in combat had hopped over to get a look too, leaning over with stars in her eyes.

“Where do you get nail like that around here?” The ginger haired girl gushed, clearly over with the two fighting boys in the background.

Y/N pulled her hand back to appreciate them again, watching the way they caught the bright afternoon light. “Oh, I go into Tokyo for these since I don’t live here at the school.” She corrected with a smile. It was nice to see another girl on campus, her graduating class being the one and only time in a decade that sex diversity had happened so strongly on campus.

“But then what are you doing here? Who is this?” The girl asked, consecutively, before turning back to Gojo.

“Oh, she’s just one of the many sorcerers who report here when there is a job to do. Only the teachers and administrators live on campus, really.” He mused, turning back to the boys just long enough to see they hadn’t seriously maimed each other before turning his attention back to the girls. “Actually, she graduated with me.”

“Yup! It’s true- but Shoko is nose deep in her job and not big on fashion. Utahime is at Kyoto, and Meimei…” Y/N made a face and shuttered, not willing to continue the thought around the students. “So, I rely on Gojo to appreciate these things.” She wiggled her nails in emphasis.

Gojo simply hummed again in agreement.

“Which means, uh.. what’s your name?”

“Nobara Kugisaki!” The girl proclaimed, puffing out her chest confidently. “The best first year this class.”

Y/N looked from her to the boys, one of which was currently being chased by a pair of shikigami wolves, and back to her. She did not comment on the fact that she had known Megumi for most of his life. “Well, well. Nobara, you’re gonna have to do us all a favor and find Gojo-sensei here a girl okay?”

Gojo immediately tried to cut in. He attempted to push Y/N off the railing, but she quickly dodged him to keep the girl’s attention. “He’s getting far too old, and we need to pass the 6-eye down to someone. You got that? Give all the clients his number.”

She winked and bounced off just in time to avoid the impending wave of Limitless, a silent threat as Gojo chuckled nervously.

“Oh well it looks like its time for Y/N here to head out, we’ll be seeing you.” He waved as he nudged the young Nobara away. Nobara herself was cackling it this new information about her sensei.

“Or at least an egg donor if he’s gay!” Y/N yelled out lastly before stepping into a slip stream of cursed energy to avoid a last wave of Limitless. Effectively vanishing into the air of the training ground to head out on her mission.

“God I’m pathetic” Y/N muttered, sighing as she sunk further into the couch. “Absolutely whipped like everyone else.”

It was promptly after that moment that she went off the decimate a near by abandoned building. A facility for the sick a long time ago, left to rot. It wasn’t too bad of a job. But it had been tedious. Every floor and wing a mess of low- and higher-grade spirits that had gone unknown for too long due to the lack of trespassers. She had tried her best to go through one by one, to leave the building intact. She hated paperwork after all… But by the 3rd wing she was more than over it. The sun had already been setting and there was no end in sight. So she had stepped back out the front doors of the building, took one look back, and with all her frustrated affection with Gojo spat out an energy ball at the building as if it was a bad taste in her mouth. The aftermath of frustration and unresolved feelings. Buried deep down for nearly a decade. Cause she knew him. Hated that she knew his deep-down dislike of that sort of attention these days. Something that he matured into and had only made her appreciate him more.

“I need to get over this.” She uttered out lastly, blinking at the ceiling till it drifted off with the ebb and flow of sleep. A wave that won as her eye lids became too heavy. The quiet halls soon replaced with an endless see of green rolling in the summer breeze…

“You’re heavier than you look,” a voice said, soft but heavy simultaneously.

Y/N rolled her head towards it in the grass, the soft blades tickling her face in the warmth of the afternoon. She was comfortable here, a lazy afternoon exactly what she needed. “I’m trying to nap here-.”

The voice distant yet near, chuckled in her ear. As if the grass itself spoke to her. “Heh, that’s okay, just sleep yah?”

“Mhmkay” She whispered out, too comfortable to question the all too familiar voice.

The world gently rocked. A back-and-forth motion, lulling and soothing. It was easy to drift off again as the grass caressed her face. It was sweet. That is, till the world rocked too far in one direction and had her spilling with a soft thud onto a bed.

A bed?

“Okay, I’m gonna give you one of my shirts. What you’re wearing, as cute as it is on you, doesn’t look comfortable to sleep in.”

Y/N blinked, the first sense hitting her being smell. The heady smell of an expensive cologne, specifically. Cologne and… fabric softener? Then it was touch. Fabric so soft she wanted to melt into it. It bunched under he hands and caressed her face as she slowly opened her eyes to the dark room.

Ah, and then it was sight. A bright blue, like two stars, shining in the night as something white is handed to her. Blearily, she pushed herself up from the bed with a heavy head.

“Come on, put this on, you’re almost there.” The same voice from the grass.

She accepted the shirt, registering the pale hand that had offered it but not much beyond that. Nodding, she started to unzip her top to change.

“Woah- okay. I’ll just… turn around.”

She didn’t look to see what the voice meant. Y/N was sleepy, and there was a comfy bed waiting for her. And God did she want to be out of her working clothes. She fumbled through the motions till she felt the relief of the cool night air on her skin as she dumbed her pants, top, and bra to the floor in favor of the far-too large shirt. Spilling the material over her head, it fell into a pool at her thighs due to its size. And the sheets? They were nice. She couldn’t wait a second longer to turn back to them and crawl into the bed. Large fluffy pillows were here. And the comforter was both light weight and fluffy. Y/N tucked herself in without hesitation only to bask in the heaven of the bed she was in.

“I assume you’re decent-“ the voice asked, still soft as if trying not to disturb her too much.

She responded, or at least attempted to. It was more of an incoherent muttering as she buried her face into the crisp pillow.

“Okay, well this is a big bed and there is more than enough room to share, yah?” It continued. Large hands gently prodded their way beneath her side, slowly coaxing her further over on to the bed, till a dip in the mattress signaled another body joining her. Seemingly settled, the hands retreated, but not before soothing her back and patting her shoulder gently.

“You get some sleep now, okay?”

“Okai-“ she whispered into the pillow. The gentle lull of sleep now like a sweet cool breeze on a summer night.

There were birds. So, so, many birds. Much more than normal outside her place in the city. With a groan, she felt her limbs slowly wake as she stretched her legs, torso arching too-

Y/N gasped as she felt the full of her stomach meet the skin of another. Startled, she flew into alert as she looked up to be met with familiar halo of white. Gojo- sleeping with a soft pout, long lashes fluttering against his cheeks. His arms were loosely draped across her, one slightly tucked under the shirt that had bunched well above her ribs. Y/N’s felt a twist her gut as she registered the intimacy of it all. Unwilling to wake him, confused, she slowly lowered her head back to what seemed to be his bicep that had become her place of rest.

“Mmm~”

He hummed above her, having woken up, pout opening into a wide yawn as his hand ghosted up further on her back. The action caused her to gasp and yawn simultaneously, unable to control it as her body pressed further into his. This time though, Gojo bumped a thigh up higher between her thighs where she had tucked her own.

“Gojo-“

“I normally don’t sleep in this late, but I think I could get used to this” He said, voice sultry and teasing as always. But, with something else? Something more intimate than she’d ever heard from him before. The hand that had been ghosting up the bare skin of her back slid back down, fleetingly touching curves before resting on top of her thigh. The bicep beneath her flexed as his other arm curled round to enclose her shoulders.

If she hadn’t just woken up from the deep dead of sleep, her thoughts would be racing. Her pulse certainly was with how hot her face felt. But thoughts turned to mush as she bunched her fingers in the soft cotton of his tee.

“So why haven’t you?” There is silence as he considers her question, thumbs rubbing small circles in her shoulder and thigh. He still had even opened his eyes.

“So many responsibilities, too little time?” He answers after a moment, in complete seriousness.

Y/N couldn’t help but note the disappoint in that statement. Knowing all too well the weight that rested on his shoulders. Instead of dwelling on the reasons for all that weight, she pulled herself up to nudge her nose to his.

“It’s- it’s okay,” she whispered as he finally opened his eyes. It was hard to see those brilliant blue eyes so early. Something she rarely saw as it was. But she wanted to see him. Always, to see him. Someone only Nanami, Shoko, and Y/N knew. “We’ll make time now. If you want…”

“I’d like that” he whispered back as his breath ghosted against her lips, nudging back and bumping his forehead to her own. “Plus, apparently I’m getting too old too-“

“Oh. My. God.” She hissed in embarrassment, turning her face only for Gojo to nudge his nose against her cheek and turn his attention to her ear.

“What? Did you not want my attention?”

Gojo punctuated that by using his hand to hold her thigh in place as he pressed his own against her clothed sex.

“Don’t remind me how pathetic that was, please.” She rushed, unable to help as a slight whimper worked its way out as his breath tickled her ear and the thick muscle of thigh rubbed against her in the best way.

“I don’t know, it was rather cute. Would be cuter if you hadn’t done it in front of my students”

Gojo pulled away, leaning over her so she was forced to face him again. “Cuter, if you had been with me like this.”

He ran his hand further down her thigh, hiking it up on his hips before pressing himself in. She gasped at the pressure; lids heavy as Y/N rolled her hips up to meet him. The sweet drag of her sex on his thigh sinful.

“Yeah… definitely like this.” He finished, leaning in to capture her mouth before she could respond.

His lips were softer than she could have imagined, unable to help herself as she rose up to meet him. His kisses were more precise than expected, slow and sweet as he coaxed her head to tilt just so-. Y/N couldn’t help but sigh. And all the while he ground that thigh down, forcing her to ride him. And she did. Up and down, down and up again. She dragged herself up and down him till she felt the small high or an orgasm flicker inside her. She came quickly with a gasp against him, a hand threatening to tear his shirt as the other slid up to his hair to hold him to her as she vibrated with sensation.

“Gods yes~” she whimpered as the acute climax pulsed through her like a wave.

“You know you call on god a lot with me.” Gojo noted with a cluck, breaking the kiss with a soft suck to her bottom lip and a ‘pop’. “Satoru is fine though.”

“Try insufferable” Y/N panted, chest heaving as she flicked her sight between his eyes and the kiss swollen, wet, lower lip of his.

As if to tease her more, or subconsciously noticing her attention, he sucked his lower lip in and rolled it in his teeth to taste her.

“Trust me, I plan to be.” Gojo declared. He reached down between them, fingers toeing the edge of her panties before diving down to press against the soaked gusset of them and rubbing up against her lower lips. Reaching the apex, clit still sensitive, he rubbed against her with middle fingers in slow circles.

“Satoruu…”

“Yeah, that’s it. Say my name- come on.”

Y/N groaned as he continued, writhing beneath him as he slowly increased the pace.

“Satoru its sens-“ She gasped then, legs twitching. “Wah-WAIT.”

She let go of his hair to cover her mouth, eyes watering as he tortured her over sensitive clit immediately after getting her off on his thigh.

“Ohhh? Sorry baby. Is it too much? You going to cry?” He taunted, words harsh but tone endearing. A devilish juxta positioning.

“Here, I’ll relent-“

And he let up before the feelings become too much, only to hook his fingers in the band a loop through each leg. In a show of strength, a blur, her panties were torn from her and left her exposed from the ribs down. “Its okay, I’m feeling impatient to feel you wrapped around me.”

Panties tossed somewhere else, Gojo returned to her to rub his fingers up her pussy once, twice, before sinking two digits inside slowly till he was knuckle deep.

“Yeah-, fuck yeah. Been wanting to feel you like this for so long-“ He whispered, the two of them both diving to kiss each other as he slowly rocked those fingers inside.

And he was relentless, taking no time to find the spot against her upper wall that had her keening for him the most. Curling his finger just so- so that he could drag the pads of them against as he pumped them in and out. The only sound in the room that of sloppy kisses and the wet movement of him inside her.

Gojo broke away to kiss down her jaw, wet open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he searched for and tested each spot that garnered more reactions. Sucking against her pulse point as he rubbed a slow circle inside her tight heat before receding again to move lower.

“That’s it baby.” Gojo whispered to her chest, using his nose to push her shirt up the last of the way to expose her breasts. “I can feel how much you like it. Feel how you squeeze my fingers. Gonna squeeze my dick this good yah?” He peered up for Y/N’s response, watching her with a heady look as he licked his way up the underside of her breast to suck her nipple into his mouth.

Y/N could only nod dumbly, breath hitching as his second knuckles caught against her tight entrance with each thrust. Gojo unrelentingly assaulted her nipple till her breaths were ragged.

“Good.” He said, popping off one slightly purpled nipple before switching to the second.

As devilishly as before, his soft coos were conjoined with cruelty. Sucking in the second nipple to lavish it, he pressed his thumb to her clit. If she was in her right mind, she’d be impressed. But Y/N could only mewl for him as he thrust his finger in slow circles while simultaneously rubbing her clit. The hand clutching his shirt was trapped under him, pressed between their bodies as her other dug into the sheets. Her hips rocked to his hand, grinding out a rhythm till that coil tightened just this side of too much. Rocking, rocking, till she couldn’t take no more. Coiled all the way to her chest where Gojo was keen on sucking out her soul from her. All the way to her throat till she arched into him, breast bouncing up against the bunched-up tee. Till her lips fell open in a silent scream before the gush of release rocked though her and over his hand.

“There you go- I got you I got you, come on baby I got you-“

Y/N shook again with her release, jolting in her pinned beneath him.

“S-sa-sato- SAT-“

Gojo crashed his lips into hers again, tongue fucking her. Effectively silenced as he quickened his pace inside her with quick movement of biceps. Quickening until she was attempting to run from him, lurching away as he worked her release out of her till she couldn’t stand to be touched anymore.

“F-FUCK.” She finally ground out, pushing him away. Struggling to worm out of his grasp. Trying to ignore the way he chuckled darkly.

“Fuck that was hot.” Gojo rushed, slipping out his finger with a wet squelch before bringing them to lips as he watched her intently. Making sure that she was watching as he dipped those very fingers into his mouth before closing his eyes and humming in approval.

“Yeah, fucking amazing.” He rushed, pulling them out with a ‘pop’.

“Fucking evil is more like it” Y/N gasped out, heart beating in her chest against her ribs and threatening to escape. She could only close her eyes, drag her hand out from under him to run it through the sheets. Grounding herself on the soft material of what was likely designer.

They were probably ruined now.

“Have to say, those nails were definitely worth it.” Gojo pondered, sitting back to look down at his chest.

Y/N opened her eyes to see what he meant, met with the deep holes gouged into the cotton. Practically ripped down the middle. Her gaze continued down, down to the blue briefs with the distinct bulge. Briefs that were now soaked.

“It’s okay, they can be washed.” Gojo said, following her gaze as she gulped.

But that wasn’t what had her gulping. No, it was the size of the bulge and what was waiting for her there.

“You still gonna squeeze me good, right~” He teased, finger trailing down his torso and along the edge of his briefs. He ran them across the hem twice, before hooking the hem and pulling them down slowly. Watching her watch him, and the way he slowly revealed himself till the thick length of him finally sprung free.

“Y-yes?” She whimpered, still observing his dick as he stepped off the bed and out of his briefs.

“Hey-“

“Yeah?”

“My eye’s are up here Y/N” Gojo teased, lifting the destroyed tee over his head. He tossed it to the side too, with a wink, before crawling back over her with the grace of a tiger mid hunt. “Lets see the rest of you.”

Y/N nodded meekly, lifting her own tee only for him to slam his hand down one her wrists and forcing the material to remain there. It effectively trapped her hands above her head, vulnerable to him as he slowly lowered himself down while kneeing her thighs apart.

“Sorry, would love to see what those claws could do to my back but- gotta stay appropriate on school grounds. But we can still have fun like this, yah?”

“Yeah-“ she swallowed, fighting the urge to struggle against the restraints

“Good girl.”

Gojo adjusted so that his hand encapsuled her own, fingers tangle with hers as he settled himself against her. Gentle again as he used the other hand to hook under her knee to open her up for him. He expertly rubbed his dick up her slit one, twice, before rolling his hips forward with his head to her sex and slowly pressing it. He was velvet to her, a thick and soft caress and her lip wobbled at the tight fit.

“That’s it-“ He cooed, more to himself, as he slipped in till he was half way before pulling back to lean back up above her. If she wasn’t already a mess, it wouldn’t have gone in so smoothly. But all it took was a roll of his hips and he was sinking in. In till felt himself slide all the way, her thighs meeting his hips. Toes curling as she unconsciously opened her thighs further for him.

They breathed, both gasping as he bottomed out. Searching each other’s eyes as he rested so deep inside her. Gojo’s head tilting as studied the way her tongue flicked out just behind her lips, her bottom lip wobbling with the smallest movement, the way her breast bounced with every gasp. Watched as her as he pulled himself out to swiftly press back in. Press the air from her lungs as her eyes rolled back. It was all she could do too. Fingers tangled in his tight grip, toes curling as he squeezed inside her over, and over, and over.

It was everything. Each thrust a punch to her lungs as she gasped for him. Gulping for air the only thing she could sanely manage. Gojo dragging himself against her expertly, canting his hips till his was pressing her deepest spot. The one that had her seeing stars as her cunt fluttered around him.

“So-so good Satoru.” She whispered, barely audible above the soft squelches.

“Yah? Does that feel good?”

“Ye-yes yes yes.” She panted, holding his hand as if her life depended on top.

“Yah- you make such a pretty mess you know. Such a pretty little mess for me~”

Gojo quickened his pace, hips meeting hers now with wet slaps. Each slap a meeting of thick muscle against the round fat of her ass. Each one almost enough to bounce her off the mattress.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He bit out with a gasp.

“Go-“ stars already beginning to gather behind her eyes.

“That’s not my name.” Gojo snapped his attention down. Eyes boring into hers as his hips punctuated each word. “Look at me and say my name”

“Sa-to, Sa-sato-Satoru!”

Y/N’s eye widened, unable to look away as his crystalline ones bore into hers. Unable to control the way his stare brought that coil creeping back up on her. A white-hot flame threatening to sear through her.

“Just like that, watch me. Watch me fuck my name into you.”

“Y-yeah, yeah yeah yeah. Please Satoru plea-“

It was all she could take. A damn inside her breaking as her body lifts from the mattress to meet his, Thigh shaking around his hips as her vision went white. White except for his stare. Blue boring down into hers. A beautiful crystal sky that crashed down to her earth as she screamed his name.

“F, fuck-“ she was squeezing him so hard, practically milking him for all he had. He could barely contain himself as her last orgasm took him down with her. His hips stilled, buried inside her has he convulsed. Unable to maintain eye contact as his eyes squeezed tight and he spilled himself inside her.

They stayed like that for a while, panting and coming down from their respective highs. Gojo collapsed on top of her, grumbling something about not want to work as he snuggled into the crook of her neck. It was lost on deaf ears as Y/N tried to bring herself down to earth. Room tilting just slightly, far too dehydrated and in a calorie deficit by now.

She tilted her vision to the rest of the room, finally taking in the rich wood of the expensive bed frame. Across from her more matching furniture with the familiar modern yet mid century style. A trash bin next to his dresser and clothes hamper nearby.

A singular trash bin, with a familiar white tee shirt hanging over the edge.

“Satoru…”

“Yah?”

“You’re too fucking much.”

“You love it,” he cooed, slipping her shirt over her wrist to nonchalantly toss it behind him to the clothes hamper.

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