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bro-atz · 8 months

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absence makes the heart break

in which: san broke your heart when he suddenly left you, and just when you've finally moved on, he reappears in your life in a way you couldn't even fathom in your wildest dreams

pair: san/afab!reader (ft. wooyoung/afab!reader)

word count: 8k

content: a lot of angst, fluff, a lot of smut, break up sex, one last time sex, romantic sex, taboo sex, sofa/couch sex x2???, raw sex x3??? (remember to wrap up irl pls), heart break, opportunistic infidelity, love triangle???, completely consensual!

author's note: tbh i'm definitely evil for writing this, but i'm in my villain era so let's break some hearts hehe... i og just wanted this to be a "the one that got away" trope, and then my fingers just took me on a wildly different journey, so here we are... don't kill me pls and thx ily xoxo thank you choy @chokchokk for the idea hehe

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You and San had been dating for two years— the two of you met right after graduating from college and clicked almost immediately. After one year of dating, he moved into your place, and after two years, things changed suddenly.

You got home from work one day to see all of San’s suitcases by the door. You looked around and saw that pretty much all of his personal belongings were no longer in their spots. You stared at the place in shock— what the fuck was going on? There weren’t any problems in your relationship that you could think of, and San didn’t show any signs that he was unhappy in the relationship. The two of you even talked about having a kid for crying out loud.

“San?” you called out into the apartment. “What’s going on?”

There was no response. You walked around the apartment and looked for him, only to find him in the bedroom. He turned to look at you, and you immediately saw his red, teary eyes. He had been crying.

“Y/N, you’re home early,” he said softly.

“San, what the hell is going on? Why are all of your things by the door?” you asked, your own voice starting to waver.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore… I think we should break up.”

“W-what? San, I don’t understand—”

“I wrote it all in the letter…” San stated as he pointed to the letter on the bed. “I didn’t think you’d come home so soon. I was hoping to slip out while you were at work.”

“Why?!”

“I have to go home for a while. I don’t know how long, and there’s a lot of things I have to work through, so I don’t feel right being in a relationship where I can’t give you the attention you deserve. I’m sorry, Y/N…”

“Sannie, I can help you! That’s what relationships are all about—”

“No, you can’t. You have a life here, Y/N. I can’t just expect you to drop everything just to be with me… Even if we try long distance, I know that you can be there for me, but I won’t be able to be there for you. You deserve to be with someone who can reciprocate, and that person is just not me right now.”

San walked past you and out of the bedroom, but you caught his arm before he could go any further. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as his back faced you.

“San,” you cried. “Don’t do this… Please… I love you so much. Don’t break up with me.”

You hugged San from behind. At first, he was motionless, but he eventually turned in your arms and hugged you back. He hugged you tightly and dropped his head, his lips by your ear. You heard his voice crack slightly as he whispered, “I love you, too, Y/N. I love you so, so, so much…”

“We don’t have to break up,” you mumbled into his chest. You leaned back and looked into his eyes as you said, “Let me be there for you. We’ll go through it together, and I promise I’ll be there for you even if you can’t be there for me. We can make it work! I’ll just come visit you in your hometown every other weekend.”

“But that’s not fair to you, Y/N… You’d be putting in so much effort, and I wouldn’t be able to do that at all. Then, you’d grow to resent me for not putting more effort into our relationship. I’d rather break up with you now because I can’t stand the idea of you breaking up with me because you hate me.”

“I won’t hate you, San. I love you. I will always love you… We don’t know how the future will turn out! I’d rather stay together and be hopeful.”

“Y/N, I have to go, and I don’t know how long I’ll have to be gone for…” He pulled himself out of your embrace. He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears staining your cheeks. “This is how it has to be.”

You place your hands over his and hold onto him. When he moved his hands away from your face, you immediately held onto his shoulders and pulled him, your lips meeting his. Your hand rested on the back of his neck and on his shoulder as you kissed him passionately, tears still rolling down your cheeks. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into him. The two of you kissed and held onto each other desperately as you re-entered the bedroom.

San sat on the bed while you straddled him. You ran your fingers through his hair and clutched his roots as you felt his tongue dive further into your mouth. His fingers slipped under your blouse and held onto your waist, his cold fingers sending goosebumps down your spine. When his nails brushed past the small of your back to move to your bra and unhook it, you moved closer to him, a muffled moan leaving your lungs. San released your lips, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues. The string broke when San moved his head down, his nose brushing against your jaw as he targeted the skin on your neck. You leaned your head backwards as breathy moans escaped your body.

You gripped the collar of San’s sweater and pulled upwards, indicating to San that you wanted him to start stripping. He moved away from you slightly to do so, messing up his hair and revealing a white tank top, which he promptly removed to reveal his defined chest and broad shoulders. Even with his messy hair covering his eyes, you could still see the sorrow in them. His lips were slightly parted as he looked up at you, practically begging you to kiss him; and when you brought your lips to his, he kissed you passionately and desperately, which you loved but at the same time did not want him to do so because it meant that he really was going to leave.

San helped you out of your blouse and pulled your bra off almost immediately so his hands could cup your breasts. He planted his lips on one of your breasts and sucked hard, making you hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his teeth nibbled on your nipple. You gasped loudly when his fingers tugged on your other nipple.

While San got busy with your breasts, turning you on to the max, you unconsciously gyrated your hips on his lap. Your panties were getting incredibly wet, and San was getting harder by the second, making you grind on him even more. San moaned lightly when you pushed your waist against his, his hands moving from your breasts to your ass. He sucked your other breast while slipping his fingers past the waistband of your pants then sliding your pants downwards.

Wordlessly, the two of you removed your pants when you stood up for a brief moment. The second the two of you were completely naked, you straddled him once more, his dick pressing against your clit and stomach. Neither of you said a single word as you held his dick delicately in your hands, adjusting the both of you before sitting down, his cock filling you up. San’s hands held onto your ass as you began to move, his hands assisting you. You moved slowly at first, allowing you to lock lips with the man you loved.

Whimpers, moans, and groans echoed in the room the more you bounced on San’s dick. At some point, he leaned backwards, his back pressing against the bed. Your chest pressed against his as you continued to fuck him, his hips bucking upwards to thrust his penis further and harder into you. You gasped and bit back cries as you felt him rub against your g-spot repeatedly, bringing you to orgasm. Shortly after, you heard San grunt loudly as he slammed your waist against his, his cock trembling inside you as he came. He remained inside you as the two of you rested and caught your breath.

That moment lasted only seconds before San turned you over so that your back was pressed against the bed. He moved your legs upwards so that your calves rested on his shoulders, his dick still deep inside you. He moved slowly and gently at first, and he was still sitting upright. You held your arms out for him, and he lowered himself, your hands immediately moving to hold the back of his neck so you could get yet another taste of his sweet lips. He moved to his elbows while you wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to move faster and harder.

San kept up a slower tempo at first, but he slammed his waist into yours repeatedly, your ass stinging a little because of the impact. The pain immediately subsided the more you kissed him, though, until you felt a tear slip out of your eye. San lips left yours as he moved upwards slightly, the two of you gazing at each other. San’s eyes were also misty from what you saw. More tears slipped out of your eyes the longer you stared at San’s face. He wiped the tears from your eyes, but that didn’t stop you from crying, which made him start crying, too. You felt one of his tears land on your cheek, but before any more could fall, he moved back and sped up his thrusts exponentially, quickly bringing you to orgasm, but you were only able to squirt properly after San came again and pulled out, both your arousal fluid and San’s cum leaking out of your pussy.

With a light exhale, San laid down on the bed next to you. He laid his arm out so you could use his arm as a pillow, his other hand cupping your face and wiping tears from your cheek.

“Angel,” San whispered, making you cry all over again because that was the first time all day he had called you by his nickname for you. “Angel, please don’t cry.”

“How can I not cry when you’re going to leave me?” you whispered while crying. “You’re the love of my life, Sannie. I don’t want to break up. Let’s stay together… You do what you need to do, but still be my love, please…”

“Y/N…”

“Please, San. Please.”

San let out a sad exhale. He sat up and said, “Let’s get cleaned up first, okay?”

You nodded slowly and sat up with his assistance. The two of you went to the bathroom and took a shower together, but while usually you two would indulge in shower sex, you couldn’t bring yourself to even look him in the eye. He scrubbed you and himself down as you stood somewhat motionless. Neither of you said a word.

After toweling off and tossing the soiled sheets into the hamper, you and San got into bed. You held onto him tightly in fear that he was going to leave if you didn’t. He pet your hair and left soft kisses all over your face, but you didn’t respond to that because you knew that was him trying to say goodbye. You moved your head down and pressed it against his chest, not allowing him to kiss your face at that point. He settled for pressing his lips lightly against the top of your head before burying his nose in your hair.

“Angel, how about this,” he said quietly. “I won’t leave until the morning, okay?”

You didn’t want him to leave at all. You remained quiet as you thought about his proposition.

“I’ll stay here tonight and sleep with you, then I’ll leave in the morning.”

If he was going to leave in the morning, maybe you could wake up before him and keep him from leaving by hiding his things or just latching onto him and not letting go.

“Okay,” you accepted. “I love you so much, my San.”

San kissed the top of your head once more before resting his chin on your head and hugging you closer. “I love you, too, my angel… My Y/N.”

You woke up to an extremely cold bed. You immediately sat up and looked around. San was not in the bedroom. You leapt out of bed and ran to the front door to see that all of his suitcases were no longer there.

“San?” you called out into the empty apartment. “San?!”

No response. You ran through the apartment searching for him, but there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere. You fell to your knees and bawled. San really did leave.

Little did you know, San was standing in front of the apartment still. If you had just opened the front door, you would have been able to catch him, but you didn’t know that. San pressed his head against the door as he heard you wailing his name, tears falling rapidly from his eyes, and he continued to cry the whole way back to his hometown.

The following days, weeks, months, you texted San everyday— good morning texts, good night texts, happy holiday, happy birthday, and many, many, many “I love you”s and “I miss you”s; and no matter how much you texted him, you never got a single reply from him. You tried for a year. You even tried to find his hometown so you could get him back by going in person, but you didn’t know where or how to find his hometown. His friends were no help, too. He ghosted them as well. He ghosted everyone.

You wanted to wait for San. You knew that he would come back to you at some point and that you would be able to live your happily ever after with him. But, you didn’t know how long he was going to take. You didn’t know if he ever would show up again.

The thought of growing old and dying alone scared you. You didn’t want to be alone. You wanted someone to love you and be there for you— and that’s when you finally understood what San was saying. You were so lonely without him, and if the two of you were still dating, he still wouldn’t be able to be there for you when you needed him to. So, after one year of waiting for him, you gave up. You couldn’t wait for him any longer; you couldn’t be alone any longer.

You distracted yourself to the best of your ability. You spent more time at work, working well into the night despite the fact that you really didn’t need to. You hung out with your friends often, but you couldn’t keep that up for long because your friends were in their own relationships, and their romantic relationships were more important (and you didn’t blame them because you were the same when you were dating San).

One weekend morning, you went on a walk. Your mind was blank— you spent the entire night before just crying about San and looking at old pictures of the two of you, his favorite movie playing in the background. So, in the morning, you were a zombie. You woke up to see that it was still dark out, but the sun was starting to come up. Your body moved before your mind could process, and you were outside waiting for the sunrise.

You were walking along the sidewalk on a bridge, and you stopped right in the middle of the bridge to look at the horizon. There were a few runners and cyclists and elders out to enjoy the air before the day truly started, and they continued to pass you as you waited for the sun.

A man out on a jog ran past you, only to stop dead in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder and saw you. The sky was bathed in shades of orange and pink, and you looked so beautiful among it. The wind was in your hair, your lips were slightly parted, and you were just staring out at the scenery in front of you while the man stared at the scenery before him.

When you ran your fingers through your hair to brush it back, he saw your eyes. Your eyes were red and puffy, and they were still filled with sadness. You were leaning a little too far over the railing, which also scared the shit out of him. He walked towards you and leaned onto the railing himself, startling you slightly, which made you take a step away from the railing.

“Hi,” he said with a beautiful smile.

“Hi…”

He turned his head and looked at the rising sun. He continued to look into the distance as he spoke.

“The sunrise is gorgeous, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… It is…”

“Did you know sunrises and sunsets are brighter after a rainstorm?”

He looked at you, and you shook your head in response— you didn’t know that. He turned his head back to the sky and looked at the universe with a smile. You stared at his side profile. He was handsome, and he looked so beautiful and radiant in the colors of the sunrise. It was as if the sun rose just for him.

“Rainstorms clear up the sky, so the colors are more vibrant because of the clear sky. Sometimes, it needs to rain so the colors can pop and be more lovely,” he explained. Then, he broke into a wide grin and looked at you again, his eyes turning into crescents. “Nature works in beautiful ways. It’s amazing.”

You were speechless. You stood and stared at the man and took in all of his beauty. Nature did work in beautiful ways because it created the sparkling, lovely person in front of you. His smile got softer as he turned to face you. He held his hand out and introduced himself.

“I’m Jung Wooyoung.”

You took his hand.

“Y/N.”

You fell for Wooyoung. You fell hard. Every single moment with him was bright and happy, and you completely forgot about your heartbreak as you spent more and more time with him. You would go on cute dates like in the park or at the movie theatre— and the two of you would go movie hopping until you got kicked out— or to get ice cream or to an amusement park, but he would also take you to ultra fancy restaurants and rooftop bars and speakeasies. He was such a man of duality, having the cutest and most fun personality while also being a successful president of a company, but you loved it. You loved him.

One year flew by. In that one year, Wooyoung asked you to move in with him, and you did. Living with him was chaotic, but you expected that at the least because Wooyoung was chaotic and unpredictable, but always in a good way. You didn’t know how he was going to surprise you or make you laugh next.

On the second year anniversary of the first time the two of you met, you woke up to Wooyoung shaking you at five in the morning.

“Wooyoung, honey, I love you, but it is too early in the morning for this shit,” you grumbled as you turned in bed and pulled the blanket over your head.

“Please, pumpkin? Sweetie? Cutie? Baby? Lovely?” Wooyoung showered you with all the cute nicknames he had for you as he knelt by the side of the bed and kissed your face all over.

“Ugh, fine,” you complained, but you had the biggest smile on your face. “One of these days, your cute act is not going to work on me.”

“Well, today is not that day. So get up! Get dressed! Let’s go!”

“Get dressed?! At five in the morning?!” you were in complete disbelief.

“Believe me, you’ll be glad you did.”

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you looked at what Wooyoung was wearing. He was wearing the button-up you loved most on him along with the tie and tie clip you got him for his birthday. So, you wore clothes to match his… At five in the fucking morning.

He held your hand as the two of you walked through the city, the streetlights illuminating your path. It was still very dark outside. The two of you walked all the way to a bridge— the bridge where you first met. Your heart raced. And once you saw his friend standing in the middle of the bridge with a camera, you immediately got a sense of what Wooyoung was going to do.

Right at the middle of the bridge as the sun started to rise, Wooyoung got down on one knee. He held your hand. He told you how much he loved you and that he wanted to spend the rest of his life showering you with that love because you were everything to him. You cried. He took out the wedding ring, and you said yes. He kissed you, the sky red, orange, and pink. The pictures of the two of you before the sunrise turned out beautiful and vibrant. Nature really did work in beautiful ways.

You sat on the couch in the living room reading through one of the bridal magazines your friend lent to you. After Wooyoung proposed, he said he wanted to get married sooner rather than later, so you decided to get married on the day you first kissed, which was four months after the first time you met.

“Hi, baby,” Wooyoung greeted you with a kiss when he got home from work.

“Welcome home, honey,” you said in response, Wooyoung’s lips immediately pulling into a wide grin.

“God, I love when you say that. It makes me feel like we’re already married,” he giggled.

Wooyoung set his bag down in the kitchen before immediately joining you on the couch. He hugged your waist and nuzzled his nose into the nook of your neck before his eyes shifted to see the magazine.

“You’d look beautiful in that dress, and that dress, and that one, and that,” Wooyoung said as he flipped through the pages. “Honestly, Y/N, you’re already so beautiful normally. The dress would just be a complete knockout for me. Don’t wear one.”

“What, you want me to marry you naked?” you teased him.

Wooyoung’s face went red— he was definitely imagining it. “No, because I don’t want anyone else looking at you naked. Only me.”

You giggled and kissed his cheek lightly, but that wasn’t enough for your fiancé. He kissed your lips. A passionate kiss. One that made your fingers and toes tingle. His fingers got tangled in your hair as he gripped your roots tightly, his kisses getting more intense with every passing second. He took the magazine out of your hands and tossed it behind him somewhere, your hands free to hold onto his shirt so you could work on the buttons. His shirt fell to the ground, then yours, and your pants and underwear flew off your bodies in record time.

Wooyoung had you pinned to the black leather couch. His lips trailed along your exposed skin, leaving light pink marks in their wake. You sighed pleasurably when Wooyoung kissed your neck, his hands kneading your breasts simultaneously. You felt his knee press between your legs and rub subtly, stimulating your clit. Tiny gasps and moans escaped you the more he played with your body.

While you enjoyed his foreplay, you wanted more from him. Your arms wrapped around his body and pulled him closer, silently telling him to fuck you. There was a slight smirk on Wooyoung’s face as he positioned himself and slowly entered you, making you gasp loudly.

“Shit, you’re so tight, baby…” Wooyoung sharply inhaled as he pushed himself all the way in.

Wooyoung moved slowly at first, the friction between his cock and your cunt making electricity zap through your nerves. He kept moving at that steady pace of his, but his waist hit yours powerfully every time, and you loved it.

“Mmm, f-feels good,” you barely managed to say before biting your lower lip and narrowing your eyes slightly.

“Fuck, baby… You can’t make that kind of sexy face and expect me to stay calm,” Wooyoung grunted.

“T-then go wild, honey. Fuck me… H-harder!”

His hands held onto your waist firmly as his tempo sped up. You clung onto his veiny arms as you head went back, the pleasure insurmountable. You watched his jaw clench the harder he slapped his hips into yours, your entire body lurching every time he thrust into you. You felt yourself nearly your orgasm as he sped up and slowed down almost randomly, your body unable to keep up with the change in pace.

“I’m gonna cum!” you cried.

Wooyoung immediately pulled out and rushed his middle two fingers into you, his fingers curling and running against your G-spot rapidly, bringing you to orgasm intensely and loudly as you screamed his name.

Mere seconds after the high of your orgasm faded, Wooyoung carefully entered you again, and after about two thrusts, he fucked you fast. His hold on your thighs got firmer, and you could hear his breathing get rougher and faster.

“Baby,” Wooyoung said breathlessly. “Can I cum inside?”

“Fill me up, honey,” you pulled him down by his shoulders. You bit his earlobe gently before whispering, “Give me every last drop of you.”

That did it for him. With one final slam, Wooyoung moaned loudly as he released his entire load inside you, his cock twitching as his seed kept filling you. When he pulled out, his cum leaked out of you, and Wooyoung loved to see it.

Seconds later, Wooyoung cleaned you and the couch up before wrapping a throw blankets around the two of you. You sat in his lap and held onto his shoulder while combing your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Meanwhile, he traced patterns along your waist and stomach as he told you, “This, this, this… All this. All for me. No one else gets to see it. Only me.”

He leaned into you and trailed his fingertips from the top of your forehead, down your nose, and to your lips.

“And these are exclusively mine. Forever.”

“I’m all yours forever, honey,” you agreed.

Wooyoung cupped your face and kissed you tenderly. You could feel him smile against your lips, making you smile in the process. He moved away slightly and gazed lovingly at you while whispering, “God, I love you so much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Wooyoung.”

With a final kiss, Wooyoung got off the couch and pulled on his boxers, roaming the apartment in just his boxers. You watched his butt from the couch and bit your lower lip while imagining taking a bite of his ass.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Wooyoung snapped his fingers and gestured to his eyes.

“Sorry,” you said while not really meaning it. “You have a fine ass, babe.”

“I know that,” he replied while smacking his ass.

You laughed and turned away, your eyes landing on the bridal magazine on the ground. You picked it up and opened it back up to the page you left off on. Wooyoung messed around in the kitchen and began to cook dinner while wearing only boxers.

“Honey, if you’re going to cook like that, you might as well just wear an apron and ditch the boxers,” you teased.

“Buy me a “kiss the chef” apron, and maybe I’ll do it.”

You snickered and returned to your magazine as Wooyoung continued to cook.

“By the way, my friends told me that my best man is going to “kidnap me” for the bachelor party. Just wanted to let you know in case he leaves a ransom note for you.”

“Sounds fun,” you laughed. “Oh, wait… Who is your best man, anyway? You never told me.”

“My best friend from college. San.”

You immediately clutched the magazine hard, the pages getting crumpled in your tight grip, and your heart dropped. You must’ve heard him wrong, or maybe someone else shares the same name because, surely, it’s not… San… Like your former lover San…

“I, um… I’ve never met him?”

“Well, we lost contact right after we graduated, then he went to his hometown because he had to take care of some stuff at home, so he’s been there for a while now… Three years, maybe? But, yeah, we made a pact in college to be each other’s’ best man, so he’s my best man for our wedding.”

You nearly tore the magazine in half. The San Wooyoung was talking about was, in fact, the man who was once the love of your life.

“That’s nice… That he kept his promise…” you said slowly, unsure of what to say because your mind was reeling, and not going to lie, you were getting kind of dizzy. “Well, have fun. I mean, when he kidnaps you… For the party— Um, what day is that, again?”

“Next Thursday.”

“Got it…” you nodded; at least you knew when to not be at home.

Wooyoung hummed cheerily in the kitchen as he continued to obliviously make dinner while you sat on the couch, your heart racing, and your mind spinning just remembering the man you loved deeply, the man that got up and left, the man that broke your heart.

You did a good job of avoiding Wooyoung and his groomsmen until the day of the wedding. Wooyoung didn’t expect a thing because your friends would whisk you away in the name of some wedding mishap, but they couldn’t do that for you at the actual wedding itself. You just had to figure out a way to avoid making eye contact with him and avoid being left alone with him.

You stood on the bridal raiser and smoothed out your dress before turning and checking the back of your dress to the best of your ability. You were all alone in the dressing room by that point because your bridesmaids and mother ran out— they were putting the finishing touches on all the small little details (which you didn’t really care about but they cared a whole lot so you gave them your blessing to go do what they needed to do).

Hanging on the mirror in front of you was your veil. You totally forgot about your veil. You picked it up and attempted to put it in your hair by yourself without messing up your hair. You nearly ruined your hair entirely when the door to the room opened and closed suddenly.

“Hey, Woo, I’ve got the rings and—”

You turned to see your fiancé’s best man. The two of you froze. You locked eyes and stared at each other, your heart sinking.

“No way…” you whispered to yourself.

Your fingers went numb, and you dropped the veil. You continued to stare at him as San smiled at you. His smile was still gorgeous, and he still had those beautiful dimples that you loved so fucking much. Your heart clenched as you observed him act as if everything was okay.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s been a while.”

You remained silent.

“You look nice… Very beautiful.”

“Um, thank you…”

San walked towards you slowly. You desperately wanted to move away, but you were frozen in place. He stood right before you and picked up the fallen veil before offering you his hand to help you off the bridal raiser— he seemed to realize that you were stuck up there. You hesitantly placed your hand in his and carefully stepped down from the raiser, only to forget that you were wearing heels. Your heel immediately tipped to the side as you got down, making you fall right into his arms.

San caught you securely and wrapped his arms around you while you tried to get your footing again, the veil falling to the ground once again. Despite the fact that you regained your balance and tried to move away from him, the man still hugged you tightly.

“San,” you choked out, his name foreign on your tongue. “San, let go…”

“Can we please just… let’s stay here a little longer…”

You let out a tiny, sad sigh. You felt awkward with his arms just around you and you standing still, so you (made a huge mistake and) hugged him back lightly at first. You didn’t realize how familiar his hugs would feel after three years of not seeing him and you found yourself sinking into his embrace. You missed his broad shoulders, the way he would press his head gently against yours, the way his fingers would press gently into the small of your back, and the way he smelled. God, he always smelled so wonderful, and that smell brought you back to three years ago when he made you the happiest person alive, bringing tears to your eyes. You did your best to suppress the tears, though, because your goddamn bridal makeup— you couldn’t ruin that.

Your shoulders trembled as you choked back your sobs, and San noticed that. He loosened his arms around you and leaned away slightly to see your face and notice the tears in the corners of your eyes. He cradled your face as he frowned slightly, his trembling thumbs dabbing the tears— he also knew not to mess up your makeup.

“Y/N, don’t cry,” he whispered.

“San…” your voice wavered.

He pressed his lips together, his own eyes starting to water. “Angel, don’t cry,” he said hoarsely.

You thought that him calling you by that nickname would make you upset, but it made your heart flutter. You blinked several times hoping to clear the tears without them rolling down your face as you looked up at San’s face. However, his affectionate gaze brought tears back to your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N… You haven’t changed a bit…”

Your lower lip quivered, and you were about to start crying, but San didn’t want to let that happen. He dried your tears and kissed you immediately. It was a light kiss at first, but you missed him so much, and he with you. You held onto his arms tightly as you kissed him back, unable to get enough of him. And when he moved his hands from your face to around you, you moved your hands to his shoulders and just wanted him to whisk you away right then and there.

The entire world faded. In that moment it was just you and your lost lover. Just him holding you brought you back to your younger self when you and San were in love and happy. You fit so snuggly in his warm embrace as if you were two puzzle pieces meant to be pressed together— you felt so right with him.

Slowly, the kisses got more intense, more frantic. He let go of you to pull his suit jacket off, but he made sure to leave his lips with you. When his hands returned to your waist, you untied his bowtie and began unbuttoning his shirt. By the time San reached for the zipper on your dress, you were nearly done with the buttons, and just as your dress strap fell off your shoulder, someone knocked on the door, completely startling the two of you.

“Baby?” Wooyoung asked, happiness exuding from his voice. “Your mom wants to know if you need help with the veil!”

“N-no! I got it!”

“Okay, see you soon! I love you!”

You were completely pulled out of your daydream with San and came crashing down into the real world, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You pushed San away lightly and put the dress strap back on without making eye contact with him. You turned away from him and walked towards the mirror where your veil laid on the ground. You had to get ready for your wedding.

“San, we can’t be doing this,” you told him without turning around. “It’s too late. I’m getting married, and I’m getting married to your best friend for crying out loud! And I—”

“I know, Y/N, but… I need you to know that I never stopped loving you.”

“San, you lost your chance. I’m in love with Wooyoung, now.”

“Yeah… I made a mistake,” San said— you heard the hurt in his voice. “Leaving you was the biggest mistake I ever made.”

You turned to look at him, your eyes burning as they filled to the brim with tears. “Then why did you do it, San?”

With a heavy exhale, San ran his fingers through his hair and took a seat on one of the couches in the room. He rested his elbows on his knees and clasped his hands together as he stared at the ground.

“For the past three years, all I did was take care of my family. My friends would text me, but I never had the time or energy to respond. I was completely alone… And I knew that if I was still with you, we definitely wouldn’t have lasted because of how inaccessible I was.”

As he talked, you approached him and sat next to him. You, too, looked down at the ground as he continued.

“I never stopped thinking about you. I always wanted to text you back when you texted me saying you missed me, but I was scared… I didn’t want to give either of us false hope. And then, you stopped texting me, so I knew you moved on, and I didn’t want to ruin whatever happiness you had.”

You gingerly placed your hand on his, gripping his hand as you listened to and understood his justification.

“When Wooyoung sent the engagement photos, I was shocked,” he let out a little laugh. “I realized I never told him about you when we were together, and I never got to talk to him about his relationship with you because I distanced myself from everything. I actually told him that I couldn’t be his best man, so he actually hunted me down and wore me down, using our college days against me.”

San moved his hands away from yours and covered his face to let out a shuddering sigh.

“I love you so much, Y/N… I can’t believe I let you go,” he said, nearly sobbing.

Your heart clenched. You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him, hoping that he would stop crying because seeing him cry was too much for you to handle. San hugged you back and sniffled while whispering into your ear, “I’m sorry, Y/N… I wish I never had to leave you… I love you.”

You moved away from him and cupped his face— it was your turn to dry his tears. You smiled sadly at him as you said, “I never stopped loving you, too, San. I’m sorry things turned out this way… I just hope that someday you’ll find someone who can do for you what Wooyoung did for me.”

Innocently, you leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, but San turned his head right at that moment, and your lips briefly reconnected with his. You gazed into his eyes and held your breath— no matter what you said, and no matter how much you loved Wooyoung, you still had deep feelings for San. So, when he kissed your lips lightly again, and then again, and again, you let him. Your Superego begged you to stop, but the Id and your libido had more control over you. When San dropped his head and trailed kisses down your neck, you gasped, your head tilting back in response.

“W-wait, San,” you whispered and moved away slightly. “We can’t do this.”

“Just give me one last time, angel.”

“But—” San cut you off by kissing you, and you immediately caved.

You clung to him and continued to let him kiss your lips until they were raw. Both straps of your dress completely slipped off your shoulder and exposed your bare breasts. San, his lips leaving yours, stood up and helped you out of your wedding dress before delicately draping it over a chair and then doing the same with his dress shirt. He then locked the door and turned most of the lights off before rejoining you and pinning you down on the sofa, the two of you kicking off your shoes before you continued.

You wrapped your arms around him and ran your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. His tongue slipped into your mouth and danced along with your tongue, he pressed his chest against yours, and he held onto your waist and thigh, bringing your thigh up to wrap around his waist. Your pants started getting louder in between the kisses, and you were breathing heavily when San released your lips to remove his pants and underwear.

It had been so long that you forgot San’s size. You couldn’t help but look at him in fear as his stiff, red, throbbing dick rested on your stomach. Meanwhile, he looked at you anxiously.

“I don’t have a condom…” he whispered.

“That’s okay… Cum inside, though. It’ll make it easier to clean up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Sannie. I’m on the pill.”

You said his nickname without giving it a second thought, and hearing yourself say it made your heart hurt all over again, but before you could cry about it, San left you with a mind-blowing kiss. He gently rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your folds slowly, making you wetter so that when he entered you, it wouldn’t be so painful. Yet, he still took you by surprise when he thrust into you, and you did your best to not moan or gasp loudly.

“Does it hurt?” he asked you quietly.

“No,” you breathed out.

“Will you be okay if I start moving?”

You nodded. Hands holding your waist, San moved slowly at first, and every time his hips would slap against yours, you’d let out a little whimper, your heart longing for San despite the fact that he was right there. The closer his upper body got to you, the faster his thrusts got. You bit your finger to keep from crying out loud as the pleasure rapidly increased. San, however, did not want you to bite your finger. He didn’t want you to get hurt. So, he kissed you continuously even with the two of you shifting on the couch with every thrust.

San caressed your hair. You wrapped your arms and legs around his body. You held onto him tightly as his cock rubbed against your G-spot continuously. His kisses were less of a continuous string the closer the two of you got to your climax. His breathing in between each kiss was getting shallower. He was biting back his own groans, the two of you just letting out smaller, sharper breaths as he thrusted into you hard. His waist slammed into yours hard as the two of you came at the same time. San bit his lower lip to suppress his pleasureful groan while you opted to bite the inside of your cheek.

The two of you panted heavily as the high of your orgasms wore off. You both remained stationary as you brought your eyes to meet his. You knew the regret and the guilt would set in later, but in that moment, you just wanted to be with San for as long as humanly possible. You desperately wanted to be able to cuddle with him and whisper sweet nothings to each other as you drifted into a comfortable sleep. But, that could only happen in the past. That could’ve only happen years ago before San left you.

San pulled out slowly and immediately grabbed the tissue box so he could clean you up. You sat up and caressed San’s cheek, willing him to look at you once again. You kissed him softly for a brief, beautiful moment, until you had to return to reality.

“I love you, San.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

He kissed the top of your head gently. Then, you had to tear yourself away from him. You both got dressed quickly. You took one more fleeting glance at him before you turned away from him, the two of you silently acknowledging the situation. You sat in front of the vanity and looked down at your lap as San carefully made his way out of the room. The door closed gently behind you, and a tear slipped out of your eye.

Wooyoung knocked on the door again to check in on you, and you asked him to send your maid of honor and mother. When they saw the disheveled state you were in, they bombarded you with questions, and you lied for every answer like saying you cried reading over your vow to Wooyoung, or that your hair was messed up because the veil refused to work with you. You felt incredibly guilty doing so, but it was truly the best option considering that you were to get married to the man that you love now in the next couple of hours. Luckily, the makeup artist and hair stylist were able to fix you up quickly and get you ready to walk down the aisle.

You were able to go through the rest of the wedding normally, the only thing— the only person— on your mind being Wooyoung. He was completely head over heels when he saw you walk down the aisle in your wedding gown. He vowed to keep you happy and laughing and to make sure you always felt loved, and you cried. Maybe it was because of the vow, maybe because of the guilt, or maybe a mix of the two; but regardless, Wooyoung dried the tears from your face with the beautiful smile that you fell for, the first smile of his you ever saw, on his face.

When Wooyoung was allowed to kiss the bride, and the two of you shared your first kiss as a married couple, you didn’t have to look at San to know that he was smiling and clapping for the two of you with complete sadness in his eyes. You didn’t need to look at him to know that he was hurting because, truth be told, you were hurting a little as well.

You forgot about the speeches at the reception until your father stood up and started talking, and sorrow paralyzed your body. After your father, your maid of honor spoke, and then the best man. You could barely keep your eyes on San as he stood up to speak.

“Wooyoung and I made a pact that we would be each other’s’ best men back when we were in college, but the thing is, I never thought I’d have to hold up my end of the deal.”

Everyone at the wedding party laughed, and you had to force one, especially when San turned to face the bride and groom with a beautiful smile on his face, his dimples as clear as day.

“But, seeing him here today with Y/N and… Seeing how in love the two of them are… I know that this relationship was meant to be, and I know that you’ll always keep her happy and smiling, Wooyoung.”

Your heart twisted into a knot. You covered your mouth as tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. Wooyoung, noticing your tears, held your free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze as he smiled softly at you.

“I know I don’t have to say this, but Wooyoung, cherish Y/N. She is the best thing that has ever happened to you. Give her all of the love in the world because she deserves that and so much more, and Y/N…” San cleared his throat, the smile barely holding up. He made complete eye contact with you as he said, “Wooyoung is the luckiest guy in the world to find someone who loves him so much… I’m happy that you two found each other… And I wish you both a lifetime of happiness.”

He turned away from you and held his champagne flute in the air.

“Cheers!”

San took his seat, and he couldn’t help but look at you from the corner of his eye. Wooyoung had his arm over your shoulder and he was whispering happily to you, the tears on your face disappearing as Wooyoung made you smile and laugh. Wooyoung kissed your cheek and hugged you closer, and San had to look away, his heart breaking, his heart broken.

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ymiko0 · 10 months

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Characters: Nagi × reader

A/n: so I haven't seen a single nagi nsfw alphabet yet, so I decided to make my own:3 ( pls tag me if theres one already I'd love to read it xoxo ) and also sorry for ghosting yall (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`)

Tags: implied fem!reader, cum eating, creampies, breeding, mentions of porn, masturbation, mentions or roleplay, E-sex, riding, missionary, mating press, pegging, mommy kink, somnophilia, toys ( vibrators ), size kink, impact play, orgasm control/edging, unprotected sex, penetration, mentions of threesome, oral, big dick Nagi.

I have a lot to say you see...

Learn the alphabet with me !!

A is for Aftercare ( what're they like after? )

We all know for a fact that Nagi is a big slacker, but hes not that big of an idiot. For aftercare, he wouldn't be able to move much after dumping load after load in you, so he'll prepare a box of tissues in advance so that after the action he would just grab it and clean you up with a tissue and go to sleep with you.

You two will take a bath after.

B is for Body Part ( favorite body part of theirs and yours )

He loves all all of you, from the tips of your hair down to the heel of your feet, but there is one body part that he loves the most, your boobies!! I mean, you can lay on them, sleep on them, grab them, look at them, suck on them, rest his hands on it while he games, everything! What more could he want? And no he does not and absolutely does not care if they're big, small, flat, has stretch marks, scars, or anything, if they are breasts, they. Are. Breasts.

And his, is most probably his hands. So he can grab your boobs. As much as he hates moving his arms around, he loves his hands. He has complete control of them all the time, and he uses it to game too!! I love his hands too

C is for Cum ( anything that has to do with it )

Hes an accidental breeder, his pull out game is shit like he doesnt even try.. he thinks pulling out is such a hassle and the mess is just much more shittier to handle with, so he really just blows his load inside to avoid the mess. With sucking off he wants you to swallow but he also sometimes cums on your face, he thinks you look pretty with his cum on your face, licking off the drops that goes closer to your mouth.

When it comes to your cum tho, oh he gets so pussy drunk when he eats you out. Once he gets a taste of your needy cunt, he will never let go of it until his jaw locks. He'll drink every last drop like a madman, he just loves you that much.

D is for Dirty Secret ( what are they hiding? )

Before he met you and became a couple, he jerks off while watching hentai or porn. He probably has these online friends that sends him porn links that he can jerk off too. He may have shoved all of those actions at the back of his mind, but he really cant help of thinking you roleplaying as one of the actresses/characters he frequently watched.

Yeah and he came on his phone once while having E sex with you I'm sorry

E is for Experience ( do they know what they're doing? )

As I said, he watched a lot of porns before so he knows what hes doing, but when he did do it with you for the first time, he didnt know how to do what he knows he should do, so the first time was kind of awkward. But as time flies by he'll eventually get a grasp of it hes a quick learner after all.

F is for Favorite Position ( how they like to take you )

When he's feeling submissive, he loves it when you ride him on a cowgirl position or a reverse cowgirl. He also loves the face off, good old missionary, and if hes feeling motivated, the mating press self indulgent.

G is for Goofy ( how serious are they )

Hey definitely serious, it's too much of a hassle to make jokes especially when you're taking him so well. But that doesnt mean he'll be a tough nut, at the moment hell say whatever it is in his mind, and that includes puns. Yes I said it, Nagi is a pun guy, fight me.

" gotta preheat your oven 'cause I'm going in raw "

" Nagi what.. "

H is for Hair ( grooming habits )

This lazy prick is inconsistent. He rarely shaves to the point that you'll actually have to shave him yourself ( if you want him trimmed ). But it's okay because you get to stare at his dick:3 ( hes HUNG ) before that, he shaves when he feels like it, I mean taking a bath is a hassle to him so..

I is for Intimacy ( is he romantic in the moment or rough/dirty )

Dont be deceived by his cute face, this hoe is dirty as hell. An innocent look from him could mean a lot of things, since his dirty head is full of dirty thoughts. He'd whisper the most dirtiest things to tour ear when you ride him chest-to-chest.

J is for Jack Off ( do they masturbate often? )

Nagi before he met you probably jerks off atleast 3-4 times a week, depending on his mood because this big baby sometimes ignores his boner because hes too lazy to take care about it.

But after meeting you, he only jerks off when you're not around like, matches on another countries, business trips, or you going somewhere. Why would he deal with his boner when you're there ready to help him?

K is for Kink ( what kinks do they have? )

Oh boy where do I start, whenever i hear Nagi's name, i hear breeding I'm sorry. Pegging too obviously, he deff has a thing with Mommies, oh did I mention he like creampies, I can see him liking somnophilia, dont forget about his size so he has a big thing for size kink ( get it? ), maybe a bit of toys too, mainly vibrators, how many times have I mentioned E-sex already..hmm maybe orgasm control/edging, impact play, and degradation too

L is for location ( where they like to do it )

The number one spot is, obviously, the bedroom. The bed is comfortable and the privacy it provides is also comforting. Second is the bathroom, though not as comfortable as the bedroom, it's much more easier to clean up after while the shower is still running. You two love to do it in reos bathroom apartment too. And lastly, the locker rooms. Self explanatory, it's when hes too impatient to go home and just fuck you right then and there.

M is for Motivation ( what turns them on )

When you wear something just for him, something that shows off the beauty of your boobs right infront of him, and then he'll pounce on you.

Or when you give him that look while sucking his neck, he'll stop whatever he's doing and shift his attention to you.

This might seem weird but, when you cosplay as one of his favorite characters. He thinks that you look so perfect and that he'll actually put effort this time.

N is for No ( absolute turn offs or wont do )

Since Nagi is famously known for being a slacker, he'll definitely make you do most of the work in bed, but if you're feeling tired, he wouldnt hesitate switch positions and give you the loving you need.

Even if impact play is one of his kinks, he wouldnt go that far as much as actually hurting you painfully to the point that you wont like it.

O is for Oral ( do they like giving oral? Are they skillful? )

This bitch gets pussydrunk the second his tounge touches your drooling cunt. He likes receiving head, but not as much as he likes giving head. He loves the taste of you so much that he knows how your pussy works like the back of his hand. The first time, he sloppily ate you out, but given the time, the amount of times hed done it, and his talent, he sure is skilled.

P is for pace ( are they fast or slow? )

I think we all agree to this, Nagi is slow paced, he thinks moving fast is a hassle and that it'll drain his energy.

No energy = no more stamina to fuck you

He loves the way you feel when hes slow too, he can feel every clench, every twitch of your gaping hole while you feel every inch, every vein and every twitch of his wet cock.

Q is for Quickie ( do they prefer fast and hard )

Absolutely not, it's too much of a hassle for him and hed rather jerk off. A quickie doesnt really pique is interest since you cant really enjoy eachother if your in a rush.

R is for Risk ( do they like to try new things )

Hes absolutely down to try new things, as long as both parties agrees then its welcomed with open arms ( and open legs ) he'd sometime soon tell you about the dirty secret he held secret for a long time to see if you're okay with it.

S is for Stamina ( How long do they last? )

Nagi trains regularly. He definitely built up his stamina, in the U-20 match, he stayed longer in the field than chigiri, he stayed there for a full 90 minutes of running and actions so hes definitely gonna last longer than average men. Hell last about 2-3 rounds, maybe even 4-5 if hes feeling very energetic that time. Hes just a cutie patootie yk

T is for Toys ( do they use sex toys to themselves or their lover/s? )

Oh he LOVES vibrators. Any type of vibrator, he loves them all. When he feels a little cheeky, hell put a vibrator against your clit while he fucks you from behind, his slow pace just adding in to the pleasure as he randomly presses buttons on the controller to edge you for a bit.

He'll also live it if you use it on him. Play with his big cock while you put a Hitachi magic wand against his sensitive tip while you stroke him agonizingly slowly.

U is for Unfair ( how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Nagi likes both. He loves it when you tease him in public, putting a hand on his thighs, caressing it, getting dangerously closer to his crotch, but just to pull away. When you stare at his chest when you take off his shirt and your hands start wandering instead of putting it against somewhere he really needs it to be. Oh when you pull out when you ride him while he was on the brink of cumming.

He also loves it when he sees you stiffen up when he put his palm on your bare back when you wear backless dresses to parties. Or the way you shy away when he stares a bit too long at your breasts, taken back by its beauty ( like he doesnt see them everyday ). Or the way you whine and grind on him if he halts his movements when you're just about to get closer to your release.

V is for Volume ( how loud are they )

Nagi is Loud. He does not hold back with his desperate noises at all. He know you love it when he openly expresses that he feels oh so so good. He definitely whimpers, groans, moans, you name it. He moans out your name when he finally cums and let out breathy whimpers after that. He would also whisper some things to your ear too, he says whatevers in his mind and u mean whatever. This man has no shame.

W is for Wild Card ( random sincannon of some sort )

He wants to have a threesome with you and reo, or atleast watch reo fuck you. Hes the closest friend he ever had and did mostly of the things he needed to do, gratitude.

X is for X-ray ( how big he? )

Speaking of big, Nagi is HUNGGG like I'm not even joking. He doesnt know that hes carrying a literal monster inside his pants. It probably has average girth but his Length. I think 8.3 inches would be enough for him, I dont have a ruler rn but he has average girth but hod does he know how to use it. Two moles decorating the underside of his cock, while 2 viens with the hint of blue hue runs down to his pelvis.

Y is for Yearning ( how high is his sex drive? )

Hes above average because most of the time hell be either be napping, or gaming. You two will fuck 3-6 times a week, depending on his mood really.

Z is for Zzzz ( do they sleep after if so how quickly? )

This is nagi who we are talking about. Ofcourse hell sleep after. As I said at the beginning, he'd be pretty spent and exsaughsted after you two fuck. Hell quickly pass out/sleep after he cleans you up or you clean him up. He dowsnt wait for you to sleep tho, he might ask a few questions while cuddling but after that, hell shut down... it'll take like 10 minutes ( minus the cleaning up part ) for him to sleep.

A/n: FINALLY IM FINISHED WOOOOO, This took me a day.. ( I finished this in church help me ) I'm also sorry about the grammatical errors too huhu and typos (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

#blue lock smut #nagi x reader #nagi smut #bllk smut #nagi seishiro imagines #blue lock #nagi seishiro #ymk0》works!

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bucknastysbabe · 3 months

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hii, could you write smt abt aegon ii? 🥹 like kinda perv and loser stepbrother!aegon

YES I CAN! Hope you enjoy, getting back into my Aegon ways a bit! Xoxo

Just like that video! - Aegon II

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Loser perv step-bro Aegon, TW: alcohol abuse, underage (17) sexual moment, cocaine use, fat shaming, modern au, Aeg’s a shit but means well, Lannister reader, and they were step-siblings, lots of banter, pnv!sex, chubby!aeg, begging, family interactions, pseudo Incest and they get off on it, the panties were allowed to be kept

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You had no choice but to come home for college this summer, being a lame freshman. Next year you planned on getting a place off-campus with some of your tennis teammates. You would go back to the mansion this summer, reluctantly.

The stupid mansion your family had inherited over generations. Casterly Rock. Now it was infested with your stepmother's weird fucking offspring, minus Daeron. You liked Daeron. Regardless, the youngest sibling could not protect you from the advances of Alicent's eldest son Aegon.

He was harmless, really. He currently was in a 'gap year' between his junior and senior years. The term gap year was a nice overcoat of gloss. You knew he had a bad coke and alcohol problem and needed to get straightened out. You hadn't seen the fucker since he was absent for most of the holidays in a sober-living program.

You had been home for about three hours now, isolating in your room, watching Hulu, bored as fuck. You had spoken to your father and Alicent while the servants brought up your belongings. Alicent asked politely, "How was nationals? You know we would have come but Daeron was graduating."

"We got our ass kicked, I wish I was there to see Daeron too. Where's his highness?"

Jason grumbled, "Eating the house."

Alicent's face soured slightly at the mention of Aegon. She hummed, "He's just working his program and staying sober until he can finish up school. Mainly mopes around, it'll be good for him to have you here." You nodded, holding your tongue. Jason snorted and said, "Make him get the hell off his ass or something, play tennis, who knows. Dinner's at eight."

It would be a boring summer. Maybe you could call up the Reyne or Tarbeck boys for some fun. You didn't particularly want to hang around your peaked and washed-up fratboy loser of a stepbrother. You remember from when you were younger and excited, your father was marrying into the royal family!

You were met with a toddling Daeron, shy and dreamy Helaena, intense Aemond, and Aegon. Who promptly pointed at your chest and scoffed, "Totally not like the porno huh? That's lame." You stood in abject Lannister horror, planning on his immediate downfall.

Instead, you grew up under the shadows of your strange siblings. Aegon was 4 years your elder and acted like he was still in middle school. He ignored or made fun of his 'stuck-up stepsister.' You had a strange interaction when he was home on a holiday You had just turned seventeen and Aegon was a junior. He was pretty bad off when he first came in with Criston, the guard holding him up.

Aegon was rail-thin, drunk as fuck, and a crying mess. You exchanged a look with Aemond, the other brother making a face of disgust. He whispered to you, "Dumbass is about to get kicked out of school, he's on academic probation right now. Or might I mention his raging alcoholism and cocaine addiction?"

The pair of you watched him get dragged off to your parent's room. You mustered a weak reply, "I knew he was a drunk but not that damn bad." Alicent had put him on Antabuse when he was in high school and then deemed him alright to go to college.

That night you'd gone out with the Westerlings to Lannisport, you had a fake ID yourself. Coming back you managed to score Aegon some blow and a bottle. You don't know why you did. Maybe it was that desire to gain his pointless approval. You did it anyhow, smuggling it into your purse. Criston didn't bat an eye, he thought you were the golden child, soon-to-be salutatorian, and a tennis scholarship to a good school in Oldtown.

You crept down the hall, Aegon had the big room on the corner of the second floor. Knocking on the door, a haggard Aegon moaned, "What? I feel like shit! Fuck off, Cole! Jason! Whoever you are!"

You yell-whispered back, "No dumbass it's me, I have something."

The door opened to a much sicker Aeg, eyes red-rimmed, skinny body trembling under a thick blanket. You gasped "What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have a virus?"

"No. Withdrawals. What did you bring me?" His violet eyes leered at your bodycon dress, making your cheeks heat up. He was handsome, stepbrother or fiend or whatever. You looked around and handed him the baggie and bottle. Aegon's eyes lit up and his smile brightened. He dragged you into his room, smelling of sweat and alcohol.

"Thank fuck, I needed this so bad, gods you are an angel."

You shrugged, standing there as he chugged some of the liquor, sighing in audible relief. He eyed you and asked, "You got a credit card?" Nodding in slight fear you rifled more in the purse and handed him the card. Aegon locked his door and got busy chopping up the coke. You pulled out your wine bottle and sat down, watching him drinking and shakily chopping up the white powder.

You ended up drunk as a skunk, Aegon absolutely cooked and giddy. He was making you laugh, chatting like you were a friend. Going so far as to inquire about your boring life. He seemed at ease, the dark cloud that would hang over Aegon had melted. The blonde looked at you with glassy eyes and hummed, "M'sorry for being a prick, you're not half bad."

"Sure, you're just happy I fueled your problem. Stuck up Lannister isn't that boring."

He laughed a bit, pretty teeth shining. Aegon asked, "Wanna watch this stupid movie? M'wired up right now." You gestured to the remnants of the coke and giggled, "I'd imagine, yeah come on then." You'd drunkenly climbed onto his huge bed, Aegon plopping on the other side, typing the movie into the big ass television.

It was funny, but somewhere along the way, Aegon had inched his way toward you. You had moved closer to him, snuggling into his side. The voice of reason was screeching in your head. Your stepbrother turned his face to yours, murmuring, "You're so fucking pretty you know that? I don't care how fucked up that is, I am fucked up."

You surged forward to meet his plump lips, Aegon's hand holding your cheek as he kissed you. He laughed darkly, nipping at your lip and sliding in a tongue. As the liplock grew more heated- spit-slick lips and tongues sliding against each other, Aegon rolled his frame atop yours, settling between your spread legs. Your dress rucked up to your panties from the movement, drawing a helpless whine from your throat.

This was disgusting, wrong, awful.

You arched into his touches on your hips, groaning into his mouth as you sensually kissed him, growing messier by the second. Aegon rutted a bit against your pussy, softly moaning and squeezing your waist. He murmured in your ear, "Mm, I know you're all wet for me, stepsis." Skinny fingers crawled to the edge of your underwear.

A deep pang of fear struck you, suddenly withdrawing and backing out of Aegon's amorous embrace. You shook your head, heart beating too fast, shame and guilt pounding your head in. The platinum-haired man stared in confusion, stuttering, "W-What the fuck? Are you okay? Hey!"

You shook your head, chest too tight to speak. grabbing the remnants of your debauchery you skittered out of his room, silent tears running down your face. You felt weird, you drew a line in the sand that would not wash away. With fucking Aegon. You could hit yourself.

The rest of the days he was icy. Icy all the way until he was going into rehab and further treatment. You didn't dwell on the experience until now, eyes darting towards his room. You would have to see him eventually. Passing by his door all you could hear was video game noises.

You locked the door to your room, a bit of anxiety peeping through. For the seven's sake, you were an adult now! You would be a polite sibling, Aegon was obviously sick at the time and trying to get well. He'd written you an apology from his sober living place and you wrote back a brief acceptance and gave well wishes. So it couldn't be that bad?

You'd take a nap and deal with your insane family later.

Sitting down at the dinner table, the normal-sized one, you chatted with your mother and Criston about tennis. Jason prepped some sort of penne dish with a salad. The sound of a chair being scooted back alerted everyone to another presence. It was Aegon. He murmured a quiet, "Hey. Nice to see you sis, sorry 'bout nationals."

"Thanks Aegon, how are you doing? Super proud of you."

You tried not to stare at your stepbrother but he had...changed. His hair had grown out to shoulder length and he'd put on weight. Nothing terrible, but it had to range somewhere in 50 pounds (23kg). The big sweatshirt and too-small joggers didn't quite help his case either.

"Yeah, it's not bad, ready to get back to school or do something before I go crazy."

Jason snarked, "A job is always a good idea huh?"

The awkward silence was permeated by an excited Daeron hugging you, still sweaty from soccer practice. You mock gagged and smiled at the little brother, batting him away. Criston hummed, "Dare's already started practicing at King's Landing U." You grinned, "Hell yeah! I'll come boo you when you play Oldtown!"

Things fell into a familiar rhythm besides Aegon scarfing his food up and excusing himself. Alicent called after him, "Where are you going, honey? Come visit with us." Aegon sighed, "I have a headache, sorry."

Your dad shook his dark blonde hair, rolling green eyes. He scoffed, "All Aegon does is eat and play video games. He'll be a fucking cow sooner or later."

You found yourself speaking up, "Would you rather have him chubby and sober or skinny and tweaked out Dad?"

Jason forked some pasta in his mouth, shaking his head. Criston broke the next stage of awkward silence. "Hey, he's almost at a year now. I'd never think I would see the day." Daeron nodded along. Dinner resumed to normal.

You had helped your father clean up, the conversation stunted and awkward. Lannister men had a tendency to never understand a woman, just a family thing. Some of your friends had fathers who didn't suck. Alicent tried and Criston was the occasionally cool uncle. Even if he wasn't related to any of you, just something that came along with being royal.

You spent some more time playing smash bros with Daeron, laughing and catching up after much needed time. It was late and you glanced at your phone. Marq Tarbeck had texted you back. You ignored it, yawning, "Alright Dare, I think it's time to hit the sack." His sleepy purple eyes seemed to agree as he got up, muttering about 'getting his nasty ass in the shower.'

Daeron split ways with you, going to his room nearby, and you up and across the mansion. Your room was also on the second floor- there was no way but to pass Aegon's room. Part of you wanted to check on him, it seemed like your father was hard on him. The other half said fuck it, he doesn't need to be babied. Still, you paused at his door, listening to the vague background noise of the television.

"F-fucking, god, baby," he groaned, muffled.

Your eyes widened in shock. A drawn out moan of your name made you freeze. Aegon rambled, "Knew you'd be so cute taking my dick stepsis. Gods!" His deep voice made you tremble slightly. Your imagination painted an image of Aeg spread out, fisting his cock, thickened thighs flexing. His plump lips would be extra swollen, those cute chubby cheeks blotchy.

Oh Gods. You couldn't. He was having a private moment and you stood outside his door like a weirdo. Then your phone began to ring. A loud buzzing as you frantically switched it off, fucking Tarbeck! With a pitiful whine you tried to book it away to your room.

"Get your ass back here!" came Aegon's whisper-yell.

You paused, hand over your mouth. Fucking fuck, you thought.

"C'mon, get over here, I heard you."

You dramatically groaned and shuffled to Aegon's doorway, eyes downcast, blushing heavily. A finger tilted your chin up, you reluctantly looking at his smug face. Aegon hummed, "Did you want a look-see or just to listen? You're just slumming it now huh? No Reynes or Tarbecks?"

You gritted out, "I was going to check on you, but then I heard my name. Of course I'd be curious to why you were moaning it."

Aegon rolled his eyes, scoffing, "So. Jig's up. I stole your pretty little lace panties to fuck too. Since I'm a man of honesty now."

Arousal laced up your stomach, pussy throbbing at the actual desperation this fucker was giving off. You panted a bit, shouldering him aside. Your panties were indeed on the bed, thoroughly used. Gaping at Aegon he shrugged, basking in the debauchery. Guess being sober didn't change him from being a little pervert.

You muttered, "I can't believe you."

"I tried to fuck you did I not? I remember how eager you were."

Glancing at his lidded eyes and frankly punchable face you kissed the man, gripping at his oversized sweatshirt. Aegon seemed surprised, inhaling sharply before grabbing your ass and returning the kiss with vigor. He murmured, "You aren't running away- hah- this time." He squeezed your ass hard, lips intense against yours.

Pressing yourself to his soft belly he stiffened a bit, apoligizing, "M'not very in shape, too many sweets, cock's the same." You shrugged, pulling his heavier frame atop your own, a thick thigh slotted between your sinewy legs. He groaned softly, hands pulling at your shirt impatiently.

He grunted while shucking off his sweatshirt, elbow about to take you out. You yelped and ducked, Aegon guffawing. "Sorry?" He chuckled. Shaking your head you pulled on his longer hair and resumed the earlier attentions. The blondie rudely unsnapped your bra, shoving you up the bed at the same time.

Pulling away with a snarl you exclaimed "Fucking hell are you going to manhandle me around the bed or kiss me?"

Aegon deadpanned, "Wanna see you naked. Going to do that for me this time? Nice tits by the way, I can say it's like the porno now."

You growled and shoved down your shorts and underwear, somehow turned on by his shithead attitude and stupid grin. Pointing at him you hissed, "Your turn. Those briefs looking a little tight anyways." Aegon snorted, laughing at you again while shimmying his ill-fitting briefs off. His violet eyes greedily roved over you, the shameless perv.

"Happy Lady Lannister?" He asked while gesturing to his hard cock.

"Much better, get over here."

Aegon pulled you by the legs, thick waist keeping your thighs spread, fat cock rudely shoved flush against your embarrasingly wet pussy. He pressed teasing little kisses across your throat, grasping hands all over your tits and ass. You mewled- rutting a bit against him, utterly pinned by his heavier weight.

"Gods- Aegon, you- gods!" you wheedled, shaky hands digging into his shoulders, slipping down to his plush hips and squeezing. He moaned and began to slide against your slit, eyes rolling erotically. Aegon rasped, "Been so fucking long- know you're tighter than I ever dreamed of. Little cocktease."

He took your mouth again, a possessive hand grabbing your chin, lips and tongue domineering and invasive. You were quickly becoming a puddle, whining as you tried to keep up, unable to focus as the bulbous tip of Aegon's thick cock jerked against your needy clit. Your stepbrother groaned raggedly, "Lion? Mewling kitten huh baby sis?" You whined again, jerking against him to claw at his shoulder.

"That's it, lemme see you try."

You huffed in frustration, nipping Aegon's puffy lips, trying to rut back against him. He laughed into your mouth, rough hands planting on your tits, thumbs swiping across your peaked nipples. You cried out into his warm mouth, shivering as Aegon alternated between dizzying little circles with the pad of his thumb or pinching and pulling roughly.

"Ah, mmm, fuck, fuck you, get- get a condom- oh my gods!"

Aegon groaned in annoyance. "We're literally rich, just go get a plan B."

"Get your lazy ass up and grab it!"

"Sound just like your father, gonna call me fat next?"

You stared at him, waiting. Aegon made a whole deal about heaving himself up and ungainly rolling to his side table, rifling through. "You're not even fat, sure are acting like it though, huffing about nothing," you replied. The prince returned with a condom, tearing the packet with his teeth. As he rolled it on the buffoon asked "Is it that bad? Be honest. The weight, I mean."

Alicent had made some weird fucking kids. You glanced around Aegon's body. He looked better than the last time you fooled around, actually healthy in appearence. The man took the brunt around his midsection, wide striped hips and a soft pooch. It appeared there was a slim layer of softness around his thighs, arms, and face. He seemed nervous now, that creeping insecurity.

"You look good. Healthier than being a skeleton. I don't see an issue. Maybe dress a bit snappier?"

He smirked, blushing and cursing, "Oh fuck off, I guess if you deem it alright. Let's fuck, yeah?"

You nodded with a grin, sealing your lips onto his own, wrapping your thighs around him tight. Both of you moaned as he slipped in, stretching your tight pussy out. Gods it felt good, the girth dragging against your sensitive spots. His hips stuttered a bit, hands clamping on your hips as he swore. You goaded Aeg on, digging your heels into his ass and whining his name.

Aegon pecked your mouth one more time, tucking his face into your neck, thighs heavily smacking your hips as he fucked. You yelped at the sudden movements, shivering in delight. Aegon grunted on every thrust, gasping against your neck before sinking his teeth in to grace your delicate skin.

You could do nothing but take his relentless bullying of your sensitive hole, thick tip drilling your sweet spot as he changed angles with a sharp inhale. Goosebumps littered your skin, sweat building between the pair of you. Your whines and his groans made a lurid cacophony, the slapping of flesh and the squelch of your own cunt.

Aegon panted, "Such a tight fuckin' pussy, made for me, s'good."

You arched feebly into his soft stomach, tits rubbing against his own. All you could manage was crying Aegon's name, tightening around him. You begged "Please, Aeg, touch me, touch me please, m'gonna cummm!" He growled in reflex, hips jerking particularly rough into the soft roof of your pussy.

"Yeah baby? Need your clit rubbed so you can come all over my dick? Beg some more, want you to mean it."

He slapped your thigh, smirking with lust blown pupils. Your eyebrows had knit together, the burning coil of ecstasy tightening into a ball. You just really really really needed Aegon to play with your clit. In the most embarrassing mewl you begged again. "Aeeegon, please! It fucking hurts, m'so swollen for you, please stepbrother, lemme cum, it-it'll feel so good!"

You sobbed in frustration, Aegon rumbling, "Mhm, I gotcha, needy little slut for a step sister. Fuck, you're gonna make me blow." His thumb and forefinger pinched and rubbed your flushed bundle of nerves, your stepbrother slapping a hand down on your wailing mouth. His hips stuttered, eyes rolled again as you clamped down on his twitching cock.

He babbled something, frantically swiping your nub until you released in a gush of slick, shivering from head to toe. Aegon made a gutted noise, his full weight baring down as he sloppily fucked himself out, groaning in near agony. He stiffened and whimpered your name, lips hanging agape as his cock emptied into the condom. Your pussy throbbed and twitched as you stared at the ceiling, hand in Aegon's platinum hair.

He groaned softly, "Ffffucking hell Lannister, you little demon."

Aegon groaned and slid out, laying on his back, pudgy belly heaving as he gathered some breath. You were just as limp, trying to formulate a sentence. Aegon tied off the condom and haphazardly threw it into a trash bin. You wrinkled your nose but managed to make the sluggish movements into his soft side. He was much more cuddly with the extra weight and post-orgasm haze.

Aegon wrapped a lazy arm around you, lips slightly curled up. He hummed, "You aren't going to run this time are you?"

"No. I don't think I will. We can tell Dad we're getting you lots of exercise now huh?"

"Just like the porno."

"Shut up."

#read the tw and tags #aegon ii targaryen #hotd fanfic #hotd smut #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii x reader #aegon ii targaryen smut #modern au

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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Say you love me…

Neteyam (20) x Omatikayan fem reader (19)

Tags: @neytirishottie you know I had to come through for you…I love you bae, xoxo🤞🏾😌

🔞minors do not Interact🔞

Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSEEEE, cursing, oral, p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, creampie, soft dom Neteyam, choking, spit.

You and Neteyam sat on the edge of the river bank, talking and laughing as you always did. Neteyam was your very best friend, you two could tell each other anything. The relationship you had with Neteyam was flirty, but strong, making it easier to talk to him about the important topic you dragged him out here for.

“Okay, so listen, I have something to tell youuuuu.” You sung the last syllable, making Neteyam laugh out loud.

“What’s up, y/n?” He asked turning to you, intrigued about the conversation.

“Soooo, you know Na’mook, right?” You ask nodding your head at him as you palmed his huge arm. Neteyam knew Na’mook very well. They were good friends, and he was apart of the hunting party with him.

“Yes, what about him?” He asked staring out into the water, not expecting your next answer.

“He asked me to come with him to the tree of souls, TONIGHT!!!” You screeched in excitement, shaking his arm. His smile fell, and his blood ran cold. He turns to you slowly, and tilted his head in confusion.

“What did you say?” He asked in a calm tone, squinting his eyes at you as he smiled sarcastically. You let him go, and pout.

“Neteyammm, you want me to repeat all of that?” You whine, throwing your head back in frustration.

“What, so you’re going to mate with him?” He asked scooting closer to you, praying to eywa that you answered the question right so that he wouldn’t have to snatch you up.

“I meaaaannnnn, why not? He’s so hot. Let’s just say that if he wanted to, i wouldn’t shoot it down.” You say, smiling at your lap, thinking about the scenario.

Before you knew it, neteyams hand was wrapped around your neck, almost cutting off circulation. You grabbed his arm immediately as your eyes widened.

“Are you fucking serious? Na’mook? And I’m sitting right here?” Neteyam asked with a dark chuckle.

“What the hell is your problem?” You asked with a confused look as you hit his arm, still holding your neck.

“I’ve been asking you to mate with me for the longest, what’s wrong with me?” He asked as he released your neck, hanging his head down in sadness.

“Neteyam, I told you. I love you so much, but I don’t want to ruin our amazing friendship.” You say, looking at the side of his face as you rubbed his back. You could see a smile creeping up on his face, as he let out a soft chuckle. He looked up at you, and nodded.

“You’re right, y/n. I’ll see you later, I’ve got to go.” He explained before standing to his feet swiftly, and walking away. He didn’t even bother turning around as you called his name. He had a plan to make you his, but he had to take care of something first.

Neteyam walked to the common area of the forest, where all of the people where. He saw Na’mook training the younger warriors, and decided to set his plan into action.

“Hey Na’mook! What’s going on?” He says with a smile as he walked closer to him, pounding fists.

“Hey Neteyam, what’s up?” he asked as he put his hands on his hips.

“Listen, my father wanted to know if you could take my spot in the war party tonight? I’ve been feeling alittle sick.” He says sarcastically as he rubbed his stomach.

“Shit…” Na’mook whispered to himself, making Neteyam chuckle under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?” Neteyam asked him, knowing the answer already. Na’mook sighed before speaking

“It’s just that….I was supposed to meet with y/n tonight, at the tree of souls. I was going to ask her to be my mate.” He confessed as he smiled to the ground just thinking about you. Neteyam clenched his fist at Na’mooks response, but kept his cool, nonetheless.

“I mean, there is always tommorow!” Neteyam says with a sarcastic smile as he playful hit Na’mooks shoulder. Na’mook let out a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Na’mook said. Rubbing the back of his head.

“Shit! It’s almost eclipse, I have to go tell her.” he starts to walk away, but Neteyam stops him.

“Bro, don’t even sweat it! I’ll tell her it was my fault.” Neteyam smiles, extending a hand to Na’mook, waiting for him to shake it. Na’mook smiles, and shakes Neteyams hand.

“You know, you’re alright, Neteyam. I appreciate you.” Na’mook nods his head. Neteyams smile widened, as he pulled away from na’mook.

“Oh trust me, it’s the least I could do.” Neteyam says sarcastically as he walks away, trying to hold in his laugh.

You had been waiting for Na’mook for 45 minutes, before you started to worry that he stood you up. You sat with your legs crossed infront of the tree of souls.

“Oh! Great Mother, why can’t I find a decent boy? I really thought Na’mook would be the one.” You look up at the tree with your hands pressed against your chest. You sat there for a few more minutes before you decided to head back to your hut. Before you could start walking, you heard trees rustling in the back ground. You snapped your head at the noise, and grabbed your knife. Out came Neteyam with his hands up, smiling at you.

“Woahhh mighty warrior!! it’s just me.” he laughs walking closer to you. You rolled your eyes and sat back down in front of the tree.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, playing with the moss beneath you. He walks over and takes a seat directly in-front of you.

“I came to see you…” he smiled, tracing your body with his eyes. You stop playing with the moss, and slowly look up at him through your eyebrows before continuing with the moss.

“I told you that Na’mook asked me to come here, so why would you come? You’re lucky he ditched me or you would’ve been watching a porno from the trees.” You say, leaning back on your hands shooting him a sarcastic grin. That statement made him angry. Why would you say that to him, knowing how he felt about you? Were you trying to make him mad, or were you just venting like you always do?

He lets out a small chuckle, looking at the ground, and then back up at you.

“You know i love you right?” He bit his lip, glaring at you. your heart fluttered at those words. You sit up, placing your hands in your lap.

“What is this? Hmm? What are you doing?” You asked with tired eyes, as you looked at him.

“Say you love me…” he says drunkenly as he leaned on his elbows alittle, massaging his cock through his loincloth, watching you get nervous. Your eyes widened at the size of his bulge, before you cleared your throat loudly, looking around the forest.

“Neteyam, what the fuck are you doing?” You smiled sarcastically, still looking around the forest.

“I need you, y/n. I want you so bad, please.” He pleads as he unties his loincloth, tearing it from around his hips. His huge cock sprung out, and hit the bottom of his chest. He gripped it, and started jerking off, staring at you. You couldn’t help but stare at his throbbing cock, jaw on the ground.

“Tell me you love me, y/n! I need to here you say it.” He moaned as he sped up the pace, throwing his head back. You couldn’t take the tension anymore, as much as you didn’t want to ruin the friendship, you couldn’t stop your self from crawling over to him. You stopped in between his legs and sat up. You slapped his hand away, and grabbed his raging cock, taking it all into your mouth with no hesitation. Neteyams eyes widened at the sensation as he gripped your head.

“Fuckkkkk!” he whined as you started to swirl your tongue, humming on him. He bit his lip watching you devour his cock. You bobbed your head and looked up into his eyes. His mouth flew open, as he started twitching in your mouth.

“You’re doing so fucking good…” He grabbed your head with both hands, thrusting your mouth onto his cock. He let out a low growl as he watched you choke on him. When you gagged, your throat would close, and open on his cock, sending him into a moaning fit. His legs started shaking, and his eyes fell shut.

“Get up, get up! Im about to cum!!” he shouts into the night sky. You ignore him, trying to work the orgasm out of him. He tried to pull you off, but he was too weak from the pleasure. All he could do was convulse before shooting his cum into your mouth. He let out a loud gasp as he laid back, catching his breath. You sucked all of his cum up before swallowing. You swiftly took your loincloth off before straddling him. He grabbed your hips, and looked up at you with hungry eyes.

“Can I ride you?” You ask innocently, as you grind on his cock, biting your lip. He groaned at the friction of your wet walls sliding up and down his rock hard shaft. He clenched his jaw at you before lifting you up, and slamming you down onto him. You both moan in unison. He gripped your hips, bouncing you up and down on him. He watched as his cock poked out of your stomach with every thrust, making him hum in pleasure. He grabbed your hand, and pressed it to your stomach so you could feel him.

“You feel that? That’s me deep in your womb…the womb that’s going to carry my children one day.” He grunted as he watched you lose it from those words.

“Ughhh fuck, neteyammm!!” you scream as you start to bounce on him. You flip your hair back, and place your hands on his chest, throwing your head back. He watched you with his mouth opened, shocked at how you were acting right now. His eyes traced down to the source, as he watched his pelvis hit yours with every thrust. He started to fill the familiar knot in his stomach, as he watched you ontop of him.

“You’re so damn pretty like this, makes me wanna cum inside of you right now.” He moaned, scrunching his face up at the pleasure. You lean down to him, as he you kept your momentum on top of him. You kissed his lips sloppily, creating a line of spit connecting you to him when you pulled away.

“Mhmmm so cum in me.” You smile deliriously as you bit your lip. He pulled you down to his shoulder, and held your back, stopping your movements. He immediately started thrusting into you fast, hard, and deeper than ever. You scream from the pleasure as you felt your high approaching quickly.

“Say you love me, y/n!!!” He shouted through gritted teeth, as he thrusted into you hard. You finally say it:

“I LOVE YOU NETEYAMMM” you scream as your legs start to shake, eyes rolling back as you squirt all over him. That was enough to make him come undone. He moaned loudly in your ear as he came inside of you. He slowly pumped in and out of you to push his seed further into your womb. He finally pulls out of you, feeling his access cum leak onto his stomach. He lets you go, throwing his head back in exhaustion. You fall to the side of him, breathing heavy as you look into the sky.

“So are we still friends?” You ask, already knowing the answer, but you wanted to here him say it. He swiftly hovers over you, grabbing your neck.

“Fuck the friendship, you’re mine now…”

Ight hold UP. This might be the best blowjob Scene I have ever written. Like damnnn lil mama…😩

On a more serious note😂…I want to thank y’all for supporting this page. It would be nothing without y’all. Love y’all soooooo much🫶🏽😎

Outtie❤️🖖🏾,

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toji-girl · 3 months

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t. fushiguro

original ask: heyyy, please can we have a one where she’s heavily pregnant. And once they get home after an event she’s gasps just as she remove her dress, because it felt so suffocating. And he gets her, her pyjamas and offers to change her himself. But after stripping her, he tosses the pyjamas out of her reach and makes her sleep all bare though she was resistant. Please please.

tags: pregnant! fem reader + fluff + teasing + oiled up massage + repost from my old blog + I love writing Toji as soft and domestic and so sweet, but also I love asshole Toji just as much but I never write that lmaoo, so for this, he's going to be a little bit of a tease and a good husband, I want him to baby me so bad :( also thank you for being so sweet and kind with your request, xoxo.

"Remind me to never wear that dress or get pregnant again." You told Toji that once you both entered your bedroom's shared space, everything felt swollen and tender as you tried to unzip your dress.

Your husband moved to stand behind you, his tie now loosened as he leaned in to press a kiss to your nape. "You look so good pregnant though." He hummed and helped you remove your dress with a soft gasp, your heavy breasts felt suffocated by the tight material of it.

You sighed and melted into his arms feeling him glide his palms over your back then around to rub your swollen belly. "I think you're saying that because you like the act that leads up to this." You teased and let him help you on the bed so he could undress himself down to his boxers with a chuckle.

"I said that because it's the truth sweetheart, you look sexy all round with my child," Toji replied with a smirk as he kneeled between your legs to help remove the rest of your clothes before moving to grab your pjs for you.

Toji was slow in his movements as his eyes roamed your naked body, the way you carried your child was something that made his heart swell with a warm possessiveness that made him want to claim you again and again, over and over even though you have his last name and his baby.

With your hand in his, you stood slowly ready for him to help you change, ever since your belly had grown it had become an unspoken routine but just as you were going to reach for your shirt he tossed it away with a smirk. "Toji! What are you doing?" You asked with a pout.

He turned you around slowly feeling his eyes drink you in and the way your body changed over the last few months. "I'm appreciatin' my sexy as hell wife, and you keep complaining about your clothes that rub your nipples raw so I'm helping you out, sweetheart." He replied.

Your face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as he kept checking you out. "I can't just sleep naked though!" You huffed as if he hadn't already seen you naked or anything.

Toji chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "You can, you've done it before, remember that's how you ended up pregnant? I think it was when you got back from your girl's night, woke up to my dick in your mouth then you got on top and rode me, something I'll never forget darlin'." He spoke with a low chuckle.

At first, you wanted to protest, that the change in your body was not attractive, it was almost shameful for him to see you like this but with the way he praised you all your worries melted away. "There we go, good girl, now get comfortable for me and I'll be right back."

You watched him exit the room and then moved on top of the mattress to get comfortable on your side with your body pillow between your legs waiting for his return which was only a few minutes. "My baby deserves a massage carrying our baby."

His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as he caught the look on your face. "You don't like it when I'm right, do you?" He teased and kneeled on the bed behind you hearing the pop of a bottle top.

"Sometimes yes, but it wouldn't be fair if I was always right." You shot back teasingly smelling a hint of lavender as Toji poured the oil into his hands before moving to massage your lower back at first.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he worked out the knot in your muscles. "This is why you wanted me naked, wasn't it?" You asked gripping the pillow under you when he hit another tender spot.

Toji leaned down to kiss your cheek. "That and I enjoy seeing you naked, again you're sexy, what can I say?" He hummed and moved his oiled hands up to your shoulders giving them the same attention.

Your face burned again at his praise and when his hands slid down your back to your ass giving both cheeks a squeeze. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." He teased with a chuckle that made you giggle as well.

#tw: pregnancy #Toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #Toji Fushiguro x you #jjk x reader #jjk toji x you #toji x y/n #Toji x you #Toji fluff #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #Toji x reader fluff #Fushiguro Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader

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jiminjamms · 3 months

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sex therapy :: 27. missed me?

chapter tags/warnings: manipulative! naoya. therapist! toji. a very broken marriage (cont.). heavy angst but i am still not gege. infidelity/adultery. corruption. family drama.

word count: 3.0k

notes: i hope everyone has been swell! sending hugs to every corner of the world, and i hope my writing can be your little break from reality. i have also added more chapters to the fic since i cannot wrap up the story in the next few chapters, ha. enjoy! likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated. xoxo

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12:33 PM Toji called 12:33 PM He told me that my daughter collapsed in front of the twins? 12:34 PM And you got into a fight with her? 12:34 PM How did that happen? 12:34 PM Are you with her right now? 12:37 PM Answer me please, I need to make sure she’s fine (Missed Call) 12:38 PM Can you phone me back asap? Thx 12:38 PM I’m still in the office right now, wrapped up the weekly meeting with the operating committee 01:01 PM Hello? 01:01 PM Hey, are you there? (Missed Call) 01:12 PM Toji called again, he gave me a rundown, and I have to say… 01:12 PM I’m very, very disappointed in you

Perhaps the better word would be terrified, but Naoya was truly and genuinely astounded.

How the fuck did this happen?

Naoya could feel his breathing grow shallow and his body turn cold as he read through each message from his Chief Operating Officer once, twice, three times. For a while, he stared at his chat history, his shaking thumb hovering over the screen while his mind went blank.

What started as an argument between just you and him now had your father involved. Not only your father, though—but also Mai, Maki, and now Toji?! How bothersome. Of course, you had to drag everyone into this! The world always had to revolve around you.

Naoya could not think straight as his chauffeur sped him back to the office from Mari’s apartment later that day. Even when he returned to his CEO suite, he could hardly focus on his conversations with department heads or strategy discussions with the Board when Daisuke L/N’s messages haunted him like an omnipresent and malevolent spirit.

‘I’m very, very disappointed in you.’

Goddamnit!

Naoya did not miss how your father was absent from the afternoon’s meetings either (although he was not stupid enough to point that out aloud at work when Naoya himself was involved in why), nor did he miss his own father’s narrowed gaze which seemingly lingered on him longer than usual.

Oh goodness, did he know, too?

No, he couldn’t have. Otherwise, Naobito Zenin would have pulled him to the side by now and given him a long and stern lecture.

Yet, when the early evening arrived, Naoya ultimately decided he must talk to you directly.

Not because he actually cared about your well-being. (Ha, as if.) But because he needed to quash the possibility that the rest of his family, particularly his Board Chairman father, could get a whiff of his quarrel with you before all hell broke loose.

Moments like these warranted him to push aside his dignity before things could worsen.

His greatest fear would be for this recent argument to become a domino effect, as the downfall in this marriage would certainly place him in hot water.

With that, the current Zenin CEO then tapped his phone for your contact.

He needed to check up on you but ended up in voicemail.

So, he dialed once more.

Voicemail.

Again.

Why were you not picking up his calls?

You always found a way to irk him with how ungrateful you could be. Sure, there was no secret that you hated him. He would admit he was rude, belittling, and patronizing, treating you like a trophy to tote around, a doll to splay at his will, and a woman who needed to learn her place. He knew this and you knew this, because he exclusively tolerated this marriage as a means to accelerate his life.

Despite everything, he made sure his wife was well-fed and looked after, only for you to throw a tantrum and now get his extended family involved? Ludicrous. Why not focus on the good things about him? Could you not see how he had attempted to reach you at least thirty times throughout the day? (His ultimate reason admittedly was selfish, but that’s not the point.)

Anywho, since when did you think that ignoring him was acceptable?

In a frustrated fit, Naoya tossed his phone into his desk’s paper heap and huffed.

To set things straight, he had made many sacrifices in his life to get to his seat today, like how—back in the day—he had to watch TV anchors praise his older cousin while sipping champagne in the Maldives with…whatever girlfriend he had been with at the time. Life had been hard, but he at last had everything he should’ve been entitled to since birth. This position, this family, and this company belonged to him, regardless of what stupid fucking traditions dictated.

Unsurprisingly, when Naoya took the helm, everyone scrutinized him. Sure, he might have lacked in a few (or, more accurately, a lot of…) regards since he hadn’t been built into the position the way Toji Zenin had been, but having you as his wife made him look good in family conversations and public discourse.

He just needed a little more time to get people to trust him. Then, once all the pieces clicked into place, he resolved to toss this marriage to the side.

That ‘time,’ he hoped, would be soon.

For now, he just needed to keep you for as long as he sought fit.

Buzz.

Well, speak of the devil.

You must finally be returning his call.

The sky had gone dark in the windows behind him now, but Naoya practically leaped from his seat, scrambling and shoving papers aside to find his phone buried beneath several printed reports. He hated how his hands quivered as he held the device, not that he could control himself at this point, and he snapped the moment he swiped at his screen.

“Where the hell are you?” Naoya hissed, clipped and impatient.

He did not get an immediate response, which infuriated him even more since he taught you to acknowledge him on the phone.

But then, he learned why.

Because instead, Naoya heard a low and harrowing chuckle.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

The end to a marriage, for obvious reasons, would never be as glamorous as the start to one.

Many would dream for years about a wedding, but far fewer would think the same about a separation.

‘I'm going to file for a divorce.’

Admittedly, you were nervous when you announced the decision aloud in a crowded room for many eyes to see and ears to hear.

After all, even if you recognized the need for a change in your matrimony, you feared the consequences. You didn't want to cause your families to grow apart or your fathers to resent you. In addition, Naoya had been such a dominating fixture in your life these past few months, and he had led you to believe your days without him would be meaningless.

However, no longer could you set aside your emotions for his sake, nor would you expend extensive effort to salvage your marriage for other’s desires. Your sole purpose henceforth was to live a satisfied life without sacrificing more than what you already have for a husband who hardly look your way.

As a result, when you acknowledged divorce as the best possible solution to your demise, you were grateful for the emotional support and relieved faces from your worried father, the younger teenagers, and your trusted therapists.

Especially Toji.

“Come with me,” the very man ordered once you stepped into his apartment’s corridor with him.

Everyone else had been brought down to the apartment’s lower level after the earlier discussion in the master bedroom, with Megumi forced to take on the role as host in his father’s absence. The younger Fushiguro might be aloof and sometimes awkward, but word had gotten around that he was a good chef with his aunts nagging at him to prepare dinner.

“C’mon, don’t you want to show us what recipes you have learned on TikTok?”

“...No, not really. Can we just order KFC?”

The other conversation that drifted upward was between your father and the other three therapists, which made sense given that they all used to be colleagues back when Toji had been the CEO.

There was laughter, chatter, and the entire brouhaha brought ease to your nervous heart.

“Ladies first,” Toji said at some point after you had trailed behind him. He had taken you several meters ahead, opening the door to invite you inside. “This is my home office.”

You did not yet see the point in him doing a House Tour 2.0, but you walked in upon his gesture anyway. The hardwood floor beneath you felt warm, your body heating up slightly despite the coolness in the air.

Toji kept his office space as tidy as the rest of his abode. He had a white leather couch situated by the doorway and a workspace configuration to the side with desk lamps, an expensive chair, and a dual monitor setup.

Above his screens, Toji probably had fifteen accolades in cherry wood frames, each to showcase his achievements as countless magazines named him the best leader, the top executive, and the most promising innovator.

What caught your attention, however, was the wall beside his workstation.

There was a corkboard.

At first glance, the tacked-on magazine cutouts and photograph snippings seemed like a messy litter on the brown surface, but thin red strings—which made this look like a detective movie prop—connected one piece to another and suggested an order to the chaos.

“What is this?” you asked, a question not directed to anyone in particular as you neared the corkboard without waiting for Toji’s permission.

Upon closer distance, the vague letterings and images became clear.

The newspaper cover story fastened at the very center read in big bold print: “Zenin Corporation Announces New CEO.”

As the realization dawned that this was what Toji meant to show you, the man’s measured footsteps came up from behind you. He stopped at your side, watching how you inspected each element on the corkboard as though his room was your laboratory and he was your professor.

“The World Economic Forum estimates that more than 5% of global GDP is lost to corruption around the world each year,” he began, crossing his thick arms firmly over his chest. “Many articles you see here had been published online only to be taken down not even a few hours later. I suspect that Naoya this year alone has spent hundreds of thousands, if not millions, bribing the Japanese media to curate the public image he needs.” He then pointed around. “Look for yourself.”

You would have called Toji out for being a total creep if the objective of this collection had not been obvious. With scarlet threads weaving together to reveal an elaborate web of deceit, Toji had been curating an exposé.

There was one photo from your wedding day. Standing at the altar with Naoya, you looked so happy and blissful back then, the vibrant bouquet in your hands a colorful contrast against the pristine white of your Vera Wang wedding gown, your face radiant with a smile oblivious to the heartache that would come.

This publication, you have seen before.

What you did not recognize, however, were the articles dated from nearly a year ago, well before your wedding day, with even more printed five months ago, two months ago, one week ago…

…and reading the titles made you feel sick.

Japanese Hotshot Shares Intimate Kisses with Rumored Girlfriend Photos Reveal Recently Married Executive’s Secret Affair? Exclusive: Zenin Corporation CEO Spotted in Mexico with Alleged Lover

The accompanying pictures had the same two subjects in plain clothes and baseball caps, showing off little skin to reveal their identities to prying busybodies. Yet, upon an immediate glance, you recognized Naoya Zenin as the taller figure and assumed his very precious ladyfriend must be the other.

Photographers had snapped the two embracing each other in a cab’s backseat, sharing a secret kiss after a luxury mall date, and holding hands while stepping into a private plane.

All to say, you were revolted.

The more you mulled on these printouts, the more you could feel visceral disgust build in your chest.

To think you once contemplated saving a marriage with a man like that. Whatever his plan was for him and this woman, did he intend to make you a side character to their romance until the day you would die?

Your gaze darted around, and the photo with the most unobstructed view of their faces placed you on pause.

All of a sudden, a hard lump formed in your throat because, Holy shit, she’s…stunning.

Seeing the woman who your husband had had his sights on immediately unlocked a whole new level of insecurities within you.

No wonder Naoya could not bring himself to be married to you when he had her.

The woman was exquisite, to say the least. Despite the picture’s poor quality, you noticed her bright elegant face, plump pink lips, and long full lashes—precisely the characteristics that would turn heads in a crowded room. In fact, you secretly wished that you possessed her overflowing pulchritude as well.

If she was an angel from your point of view, she must also be in Naoya’s eyes all the more.

You gingerly drew a circle around her with a finger.

“Is she his mistress?”

Why did you even ask that? You already knew the answer. But, you wanted to confirm the facts rather than satisfy your curiosity.

Meanwhile, Toji ran his index finger very slowly over his lower lip.

He answered a while later.

“Yes.” As you had expected. Then, he added, “But she’s also my ex-wife.”

What—

Your jaw dropped to the trenches.

If you thought tonight had been filled with enough revelations, this one really sealed the deal.

His…ex-wife?!

Unlike the man before you, hiding your deepest emotions had never been your forte. Instead, you had gone stiff as your mind reeled in shock.

“She’s…Tsumiki’s mom,” you said quietly at the realization.

Yes, you have heard a lot about her. However, to make the connection between the lady in the picture and the woman who owned currently Naoya’s (and previously Toji’s) devotion stirred awake a thousand emotions.

Anger. Bitterness. Resentment.

Megumi had told you plenty about her before.

‘Treated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dad’s money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughter—my stepsister.’

Her pretty face could only go so far in disguising her dark heart.

With this understanding, you finally grasped Toji’s bitterness when he first met you. How fickle fate had been to him. Comical, even! For his younger cousin to take his succession rights to the clan, his executive position in the company, and—to top everything off—his wife from his family. Only for you (of all eight billion people in the world) to show up at Toji Fushiguro’s office asking for sex therapy?

Now, you comprehended why Toji and Naoya despised each other.

In addition, you understood why Toji and his colleagues had been suspicious of you. Trust takes time to build yet a moment to shatter, and all of them have had this trust broken before. By Naoya, yes.

But also, by her.

“What’s her name?” you had to ask, ignoring the searing ache in your heart.

Your therapist, on the other hand, tried to play off his vexation by shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“Mari,” and also, “She still uses my last name.”

Wow.

The audacity that some people in the world have.

“Here let me help.”

“Hm?”

At first, you did not quite get what Toji was referring to until he started tearing the magazine photos and newspaper stories.

Wordlessly, you gawked at him, both in confusion and astonishment.

“Why—”

Before you could complete the thought, Toji had placed everything into a neat stack and thrust the pile into your hands. “There,” he said with finality. “If you are to file for a divorce, take these to Naoya. See what the bastard has to say. Staying with him any longer would be a fatal flaw.”

Toji had never seen a single interaction between you and his cousin in person, yet he could confidently say your husband was the hamartia in your life. Perhaps the signs had always been obvious. Or perhaps, his recent experience in a toxic marriage allowed Toji to notice the red flags in yours from miles away.

“If you give him too much time, he’ll come up with his offenses,” he went on. “We don’t need to outfight him, though. We simply need to outthink him.”

Something about Toji’s emerald eyes gleamed in a way you had not seen before.

It was a different side to him, one where he planned and strategized, a flickering core of the businessman he used to be.

“Hi.”

You and Toji froze at the sound.

Megumi’s voice had startled you two as the boy peered in from the hallway, waving a phone in his hand—your phone. “Sorry to interrupt but, uh, he called again.”

Interestingly enough, Megumi did not need to explicitly mention a name for you all to know who he referred to. As your screen flickered on, you noticed the numerous missed calls and text messages that had flooded your notifications, all from one particular culprit, no doubt.

Instead of embarrassment, your body surged with aggravation at how your husband suddenly seemed desperate to know your whereabouts.

So now he cared, huh?

Before you could retrace your steps towards the door, however, Toji had already done so. He retrieved the device from his son’s hands and started dialing a number from your phone.

You tried to stop him. “Hey, what are you—”

But Toji dismissed you, pressing your phone to his ear as the call began to ring, and his lips curled into a wicked grin when the other line must have picked up.

“I guess you missed me, kid.”

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shinestarhwaa · 7 months

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hi!! i hope its ok to request sum from ur prompt list <33

name: wooyoung

kink #: 1, 5, 14, 21, 22

line: 49, and 50

au: 69, 55, 56

if its ok can u make woo a sub? i js love sub!idol stuff

please n thank u, ily!!

Hi sweetie! Ofcourse I can, I got u! This was insane to write but I hope u enjoy it , pls lemme know!! Xoxo

GOOD LIL BOY || JUNG WOOYOUNG

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Tags/Warnings: Brother's Best Friend AU, (You're (TXT) Yeonjun's sister), Idol!Wooyoung, established relationship, bratty sub!wooyoung, use of toys, spit play, dirty talk, temperature play (ice), edging, overstimulation, bit of bdsm (handcuffs), mentions of m x m/voyeurism/orgy but no actions!, little bit of namecalling (slut), degrading, pegging

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123

ENJOY!

"I'm so hard right now, you know?" Wooyoung whispered in your ear from behind. ''Wooyoung, please, I'm trying to order coffee here, and you shouldn't say stuff like that out loud, remember who you are,'' you muttered, struggling to maintain a straight face. ''I taste better than coffee,'' he grinned, ''you love tasting me.'' ''Wooyoung, Yeonjun would kill you if he heard you say such things. So would your boss. So stop saying these things in public.''

Wooyoung leaned his head on your shoulder and sighed, making you roll your eyes. He was so impatient sometimes. You finally got your coffee and sat down. You were still halfway when he had slurped up the entire frappucino already.

''Jeez, chill out Woo.'' ''Y/N, I swear to God that I'm gonna burst right out of my pants.'' ''But how? Why?'' you sighed as you took another sip. ''Because you're hot and I can't get last night's conversation out of my head.''

You laughed and finished your coffee. ''Oh really?'' ''Yes. Really. I can only think about you shoving that big dil-'' ''Wooyoung, you have to stop. Now.'' you warned him. He rolled his eyes and threw away your empty cups. ''We're going home.''

The two of you walked down the street, the sky a midnight blue color. You got a few looks from people, making you wonder if it's his erection straining against his jeans, him being recogized as Ateez's Wooyoung or both.

Soon enough you entered your apartment and you had hardly taken off your coats when Wooyoung pushed you against the wall. ''What the hell do you think you're doing?'' you asked, raising your left eyebrow.

''You're gonna give it to me, tonight,'' he breathed out as he left wet kisses down your neck. ''Excuse me?'' ''What we talked about yesterday. We're gonna do this now. Tonight.'' You moaned softly at the feeling of your boyfriends' lips and tongue on your neck.

"Give it to me, please, just for tonight,'' he moaned into your ear. You bit your lip, he was seducing you and you were giving in. Even in the moments you were in power over him he had control. You were wrapped around his finger. So you'd have to do your best to overpower him.

"Oh I'll give it to you alright."

You took him by the wrist and pulled him into your kitchen. He struggled to take off his shoes as you kissed him intensely and full of passion and discarded your clothes. When he was butt-naked he hopped on the kitchen island, spreading his legs and showing off his stiff cock.

His eyes were glued on the black lingerie and tall black heels you had on. Your hardened nipples showed off in the lacy bra, making his cock twitch. "Sit still. Wait here," you ordered, and Wooyoung made sure to obey you - to your surprise.

You left to gather some toys from your room and came back to the kitchen. You took a blindfold from the little box and put it on his delicate face. After that you took his wrists and cuffed them on his back. "God...What are you going to do to me?"

"Nasty things."

He heard the noise of you rummaging through the fridge - or was it the freezer? Suddenly he heard the familiar noise of ice cubes being pushed out a holder. "Fuck," he muttered, "you're gonna ice me?"

You grinned and took an ice cube between your fingers. Very gently, slowly, you slid it over his bottom lip. A drop of very cold water fell down his chin as the ice melted.

You moved it down, along his jawline, down his neck and onto his chest, grazing his hard nipple. He winced and gasped at the ice cold feeling, cock twitching again. Wooyoung tried to move his hands, but he couldn't. He's have to take whatever you give to him.

"S-so cold," he moaned as it touched and circled his other nipple. More droplets decorated his tan skin as you moved it down over his torso, slowly reaching his crotch. The ice gave him goosebumps once you ran it over his shaft, onto the tip of his cock.

"Y/N!" He cried out, trying to move and resist the cold ice, but you hold him still as much as you could, moving the ice around. Water dripped down his shaft onto his balls and down to his ass.

Suddenly he felt the ice slide down his ass, to his puckering hole. He tried to close his legs, annoying you as he didn't obey you like he should. "Wooyoung." "P-Please it's so cold," he whined, but he wasn't really saying no, his cock was dripping with pre-cum.

You guided him, flipping him over. You smirked at his position, on his knees, ass down and face up. You ran the ice cube over his ass, grazing his hole and all the way down to his balls.

"Y/N," he whined, body trembling and shaking in front of you. You took a smaller vibrator out of the box, lubing it up and inserting it into your boyfriend's hole. He cried out and whined at the sensation.

"Gosh, you," you smirked, "you're such a little naughty slut, aren't you? What would your friends say if they knew you loved it in your ass? What would they say if they saw you with your ass up on my kitchen island?" You mocked him.

He whined and bucked his hips into nothing, needy to be inside something, to be inside you. "O-Oh God I don't k-know," he mumbled. "They'd tease you so much... What would San think... or your leader, hm? And what would Yeonjun think?" You smirked. His eyes widened at that name, hole clenching around the vibrator.

"Y/N! Please!" He moaned loudly. You loved to embarrass him like this, use him like this and tame him like the brat he is. "Please what, Youngie?" "P-Please don't say these things," he whined, but he was lying. So you kept going on.

"And your fans...What would they say if they knew you showed your ass off to me... liked to take it roughly? Like to be pushed around after acting like a brat all day? You love to be fucked right," you smirked.

"O-Oh God! I-I love it!" He moaned when you took his dick into your hands, pumping it quickly. "K-keep going! I'm cumming!" He moaned loudly. You quickly stopped everything, pulling out the vibrator as well, cutting off his orgasm. "N-No, please," he whined. You waited for his adrenaline to calm down before you pumped his cock and inserted the vibrator again, putting it on the highest setting.

"What if your members walked in on us? Hm?" You started, "What if they all walked in on us? You'd fucking like that... being watched by them... or do you want them to join you? You want them to touch you too? Would you like their cocks inside your ass baby?"

"O-Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned as his breath was picking up. "You want them to watch me fuck you? I could always ask, sweetie, I could ask if they wanted to come and watch how you unravel for me. Do you think they'll get hard? And embarrassed? And then take their pants off and show you their hard cocks?"

His cock twitched in your hand and you let go again, pulling out the vibrator and yet again stopping his orgasm. "Please, please!" He begged loudly, all choked up. "Do you wanna cum, prince?" "Yes, yes, yes I wanna cum, please let me cum this time, please, pretty please? I've been taking it so well!"

"Hm, fine, you've been doing well... So well for me, bet you'd wanna do well for your members too," you smirked, inserting the vibrator for the third time and pumping his cock roughly again, just the way he liked it.

"I-I'd be so good!" "I bet you would, San would have tamed you in a matter of seconds. And you would listen to Hongjoong right? Would you listen to Seonghwa as he used your body? And Yunho?"

"Oh my God, oh my God!" He moaned, nearly screaming. "Yeosang would be so pretty right? He's take care of you... and I bet you'd like to be split open by Mingi... and have Jongho's hands on you..."

Before you knew it he was cumming all over the grey marble countertop. "Oh my baby," you cooed as you watched his cum drizzle down his cock. You palmed his balls and massaged them, somehow keeping him cumming and cumming. "Y/N!" He cried out over overstimulation.

Smirking, you took the vibrator out for the last time, turning it off. He panted loudly and clenched around nothing, eager for something to fill him up.

You rolled him back and he sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the counter. You wiped the cum off the counter and put it in your mouth, letting it mix with your saliva. You took Wooyoung's chin in his hand and instantly he opened up for you to spit into his mouth. "Swallow," you ordered him. He nodded and swallowed it down, breathing heavily.

"My good lil boy," you winked, "it's time to fuck you now, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes please fuck me," he panted. He got off the counter and bend over the dining table. "Wow, I didn't even have to ask," you smirked as you put the strap-on panties on, with the biggest dildo of your collection attached to it. He truly was a sizequeen.

You had bought these panties just last week, and you were excited to have them on as they came with a remote and a vibrator inside to stimulate your clit. You handed him the remote, trusting him with it.

You lubed up the toy and slid it into his ass, making him whine loudly. You had one hand on his cuffed wrists and one on his squishy ass. He yelped and whined as you thrusted into him, fucking him roughly and deeply. Tears formed in his eyes as result of the overstimulation and sensitivity from his previous orgasm.

"Please! Please, oh God, that's so good, fucking me so good!"

Suddenly the vibrator inside your panties got turned on, making you moan out loud. "Oh fuck baby!" You moaned as you rocked into your boyfriend.

"Y-You like that hm? It feels good right?" "Fuck, yes, you're making me feel so good Wooyoung!" You moaned. He turned the vibrator up to it's highest setting, your hips bucking and jerking forward, fucking into his prostate.

"You're gonna make me cum again, you're gonna make me cum, I'm cumming, c-cumming, fucking cumming!" He moaned loudly as his cum spilled from his cock.

The sensation in your pussy got bigger, wilder and took over your body, thrusts getting sloppy as you came for him, cumming in your panties as you fucked Wooyoung through his orgasm.

He turned off the vibrator as you rode out your orgasms, panting loudly. You pulled out of him and removed the panties, uncuffing Wooyoung and taking off his blindfold. You took him in your arms, leaning against the dining table. "My good lil boy..."

"You're not gonna tell my friends I like to get fucked in my ass by my girlfriend," he grinned. "I might just." ''You will not!'' You laughed and stroked his hair. ''You want me to.''

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pappydaddy · 1 year

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when i'm eighty (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!pogue!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: y/n is exhausted and jj neglected the bike's gas tank. who knew it would lead to such a proclamation.

warnings: tears (exhausted) | karen situation mentioned | the lovely realities of a retail job

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Sure, Pogue life was fun and relatively carefree, and Y/N wouldn’t trade her life for anything, but it did have its downfalls. Like when you see something you really like and you pick up extra shifts and work your ass off for it, but a Kook just has to ask their parents for it and boom - they have one they barely use or care for. Or when you accidentally spend too much money grocery shopping so now you have to pinch your pennies until next pay in two weeks. Or, like for Y/N right now, you have to work all day, every day because your crappy minimum wage job is severely understaffed and, even though they treat you horribly, you offer to pick up more shifts.

Y/N, right now, wasn’t too pleased with her status as a Pogue. Not when she is standing here, bored out of her mind and swaying on her feet as the middle aged Kook rambled on and on about something. Y/N wasn’t too sure what she was complaining about, truthfully, she stopped listening after the woman called her an incompetent child - which was the very first thing that came out of her pink smeared lips.

All she could actually focus on was how heavy her eyelids were, or how much she wanted to cut her feet off or just rip them right from her body. Or the dull ache that nestled itself right in the dip of her spine. Or how much she wishes she could just smash her kneecaps because, at this point, they were so tired and sore they were basically numb. It had been five days straight of her leaving school the second it was over and having her boyfriend, JJ, drive her to her work (a small hardware store), and then working to close.

She was exhausted, but she was falling behind on her road to buying a reliable car. Not the heap of rusted metal that has been sitting in her driveway for the past few months - completely broken. Luckily, because the owners did not want the possibility of being sued, they refused to let her work this weekend. That meant, once this woman was done with her tantrum, Y/N could get out of there and sleep for the foreseeable future. Well, at least until JJ had to get up for his shift delivering groceries tomorrow afternoon. She just hoped today wasn’t the one day JJ was late to pick her up.

“Mark my words, because you all know nothing, I will never come back here,” The lady slammed her hand against the counter Y/N stood at, the newly hired cashier shaking slightly behind her. “And I will be in contact with your manager and owner for reimbursement for any bills that come from this.” She sneered, gesturing to the empty bottle of antifreeze that was specifically made for diesel engines. That she put in her Land Rover.

“You have a nice night, the owner and manager will both be in after nine tomorrow morning.” Y/N drawled like a robot, ignoring the huff and snarky comment the woman made towards her for her lack of respect. There was no way in hell Y/N was apologising to her when Y/N and the manager were the ones who told the woman and her husband not to get that antifreeze, but her husband just wouldn’t listen.

“And I am telling them about your horrible behaviour towards me-”

“Ma’am,” Their night manager appeared from one of the aisles, looking annoyed. The clock had ticked by to read five minutes after close, meaning this woman was standing there ranting for over ten minutes. “We closed five minutes ago, if you have an issue, you can call and discuss this with our head manager and the owner tomorrow, but now you need to leave unless you want to front the money to pay us the overtime you are causing us because we won’t get paid.” He told her, pointing her towards the exit.

She scoffed. “Of course I won’t pay you people to be incompetent at your jobs. I mean, how hard is it to sell people items? If anything, I should be getting money for you people for the damages you caused to my expensive Land Rover-”

“Again, ma’am, you will have to bring that up with the people with more power than me,” The manager looked completely exhausted and annoyed with this woman. He grabbed the empty bottle from where she left it. “Now, you can either leave on your own or I will be contacting the authorities and they will remove you from the premises and you will be banned.”

He held out the empty bottle just before she snatched it, her nose turned up as she scoffed, turning on her heel and leaving out the door. “Okay, you two go, I will lock everything up.” He waved them off. Smiling thankfully, Y/N grabbed her thin sweater (which was JJ’s) and her empty plastic bottle of water, tossing it in the recycling bin.

“Thank you, Gerry. Have fun tomorrow.” She waved bye to him as the new cashier trailed quietly behind her. Pulling the hoodie over her head, she left through the same door the woman had, seeing her fancy silver audi sitting in the parking lot. From inside, she could see her phone pressed to her ear as she yelled.

“Hey, sweets,” JJ greeted her, pushing off from the wall he leaned on. Y/N smiled, saying a quick ‘see you’ to the quiet girl as she bounded over towards her mother’s car. Her feet not moving, she held her arms open for JJ, signalling she wanted a hug. JJ complied, striding the short distance to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Naturally, her arms rested on his shoulders, enjoying the relief and comfort his hug brought her. It was like every ache in her body left and the weight that was crushing her lifted. “Long night?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She hummed. “Long week.” She corrected him, snuggling into his chest. He laughed lightly, not wanting to jostle her as she clung to him.

“As much as I would love to stay here hugging, we should really get you some food then to bed.” JJ started to pull away. Whining, she released him, the growling and uncomfortable feeling in her stomach too persistent to ignore, but her face remained planted into his chest.

“Carry me to the bike?” Her voice was muffled as she spoke.

“Sorry, sweets, the bike needs gas and I don’t get paid until next week.” He informed her, hands on her shoulders and pulling her face from his chest, just enough for him to see her face. Instantly, he was met by a pout and a whine from her.

She blinked at him, puppy dog eyes in full effect. “But I’m too tired to walk, JJ.” She told him. And looking at her, he could see she was. The eye Bags under her eyes were so deep that the concealer couldn’t even hide them. Her shoulder drooped so much it looked like she was lugging a bookbag that weighed fifty tons on them. And, not to mention, the way her eyes blinked lazily, looking a second away from closing in slumber.

Aside from her appearance, he could tell over the past few days she was completely exhausted. The way she kept falling asleep on his shoulder at lunch or as they skipped their respective classes in favour of cuddles. She only skipped classes when she wasn’t sleeping properly or she was bored. The way she was extra clingy (like right now). Or how she nearly face-planted into her breakfast this morning. “I know, Sweets. But the bike didn’t even have enough gas to drive here.”

Sighing, tears welled in her eyes. A mixture of exhaustion and stress filled her, creating tears. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked you to waste all that gas driving me here and back home.” She weeped, sniffling as she blinked frantically.

JJ, nearly shitting himself at the sight of tears, jumped out of his skin in fright. “No, no, Sweets. Don’t cry,” He shushed, wrapping her up in his arms so tight her eyes could pop out of their sockets (not really because he would never hurt her). She sniffled into his sweater, tears hitting his sweater. “I didn’t waste gas driving you. I can never waste anything when it comes to you. I let the tank get that low, it’s my fault. I thought I had enough but John B hit a pothole the other day and I needed to go help him change the tire, that’s where the gas went. It’s all John B's fault for being on the mainland and driving like an idiot.” He rocked them from side to side until the tears slowed and the sniffles seemed to quiet down.

“John B made you drive all the way to the mainland to help him change the tire?” She asked, pulling her face from his chest, but his arms didn’t let go over her, keeping her pressed to him. Her eyes were watery and puffy, a red tinge to the whites of her eyes. Her face was puffy and blotchy, trails of dried tears running down her cheeks.

JJ nodded, moving his arms to grip her face, thumbs lightly rubbing the tear streaks. “Yeah. And the idiot also decided to take everything except the jack out of the van so we had to go get a lug nut wrench which ate up more gas.”

“He never learns his lesson, does he?” She laughed. It was wet, her mouth thick from the tears still.

“No, he doesn’t,” He whispered, his voice low as he stared at her. “Now, let’s get you home before you fall asleep standing here,” He stepped back, putting distance between them. She watched with furrowed brows as he turned his back to her, crouching down, practically kneeling on the sidewalk in front of the store. “Hop up.” He told her, arms to his side, stuck towards her slightly, waiting for her to climb onto his back.

“JJ,” She exclaimed. “You’re not going to be able to carry me all the way to John B’s!”

“Yeah I can. I’m eighteen, not eighty,” He told her, pointing to his back. Sighing, she knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. On top of that, he would find another way to carry her. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she hopped onto his back. His hands instantly gripped the bottom of her thighs, securing her there and he stood up to his full height. She let out a small squeal at the sudden change in height, kicking her feet slightly at the feeling of them not being on the ground. It always took her a second to get used to being held on his back. “And even when I’m eighty, I am sure as hell gonna still give you piggy back rides.”

“Sure, we’ll revisit that when you are hunched over because you gave me so many piggy back rides now.” She laughed, her arms lazily moving to rest closer to his neck, her chin resting on her bicep as he started to walk towards John B’s.

“Why do you think I am in such great shape? I am training to carry you around my whole life.”

“If that’s the case, might want to lay off the weed and the booze.” She poked him in the pectoral teasingly. He squeezed her thigh playfully back, laughing as she pressed a kiss to his cheek the best she could before resting her head back on her arm, letting the pattern of JJ’s gate relax her, her eyes growing heavier by the second. She really did hope that when they were eighty, they didn’t lose any of their playfulness - no matter if JJ could carry her or not.

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Love Me Hard, Touch Me Deep

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: given scotty's skittish nature, her stance on talking about anything remotely sexual was in no way surprising. when a drinking game makes you privy to the extent of her inexperience, you reassure her, letting her know you're ready when she is. things ensue when she suddenly informs you that she is.

word count: 10.1k

contains: smut (18+), masturbation, light teasing, fingering, use of toys (dildo, vibrator), tribbing, oral (scotty's a munch), praise!kink, first-time sex, servicebottom!scotty, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, semi possessive!scotty, crying, squirting, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @yvxmpire @generallysapphic @ventingfanfics @mbakuetshurisprincess @quintessencewrites

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: my first time writing scotty smut, who's excited? she's long as hell for absolutely no reason, but i had a blast. i feel like i should say this even though it should be obvious, but i’m not mentally sound so... yeah. consider this an unofficial pt. 2 to go easy on me. same reader, same scotty. at least that's how i imagined it, but both parts can be standalones. that gif kinda does something to me a little bit idk. this is also a combination of a few different requests i got, so if you see something you sent in, just know i saw your stuff! i just couldn't choose. anywho, hope youse enjoy this filth <333

Soft snores and a head on your chest greeted you as you opened your eyes. Scotty was wrapped around your body like a koala in a tree. She'd slept that way the entire night, breathing in all of you as she dreamt. It was adorable, and waking her seemed cruel. But you had to get to work, the manager at your new job was in no way as lenient as your last. She held you tight, nuzzling closer and you sighed before patting her head. “Babe, you gotta get up or we'll both be late for work.”

Scotty stirred only slightly, but her eyes refused to open. Fighting your smile was impossible. It heated your heart seeing her so comfortable with you, in your bed and in your space. Four months ago you would've never thought this possible. Four months ago you had to console Scotty every other day.

You leaned down, kissing her cheek gently as you rubbed your hands up and down her sides. A quiet whine escaped her and you grinned, she would be awake soon.

Unsticking yourself from her had proven to be a difficult task in the past, when she slept, Scotty clung to you for dear life. It was difficult, but it was doable. Resisting fingers peeled away from your abdomen as you rolled her on her back. You straddled her, knees digging into your mattress on either side of her waist.

Your lips connected with her cheek again, teeth grazing her warm neck, moving lower and lower with each peck. The heat raying off her skin pulled you in closer, warming your insides as you pulled her shirt up, revealing her stomach. Wet lips licked and sucked at her skin, and she shuddered beneath your touch.

Scotty moaned above you, tugging on your hair and halting your descent.

“Good morning.” Her groggy voice was honey coating you, thick and smooth. The thump between your thighs picked up when she pulled you up to her lips, kissing you long and deep. “Sorry about my morning breath, I just needed to kiss you.”

You kissed her again and she giggled. “Morning breath be damned. You can have these lips whenever you want.”

“Yeah?” Another kiss, this one lingering a little.

“Mhmm,” And another. “I have another pair of lips dying to become acquainted with you too.”

When you pulled away, you watched her eyes bolden, just as you’d hoped they would and your laugh was immediate. Scotty cleared her throat awkwardly with a blush, pressing her back against the headboard. “D-Don’t you have to shower? Don’t want to um, be late.”

You mirrored her, sitting up to let the covers fall from your body as you rose to your feet. Eyes were on you as you stretched, wanting eyes. Intense and firey, just as they were the day you met.

You glanced over your shoulder at her, and there they were; big brown eyes studying your hips intently. You’d slept only in your underwear and a tank top, just as you always did when she spent the night. Miles of skin exposed to the air and to your girlfriend, and it was evident she loved the sight of you.

“Do you want to join me?” You gestured to the bathroom, mind trailing to the steaming water that would soon be embracing you. You hadn't experienced any trouble with it since Scotty worked her magic, but she made it a point to check every time she was over.

You were facing her now, and you smirked. Her eyes were locked on your braless boobs in your top, staring unabashedly at your hard nipples. “Did you hear me? Or were you too busy checking me out like usual?”

“What?” She questioned with a swallow.

“Do you want to join me in the shower?”

She flushed at your question, shying away as if she wasn't drooling over your ass only seconds ago. “Oh um, that's alright. You go ahead without me. I’ll have a shower after you.”

“Or you could just join me, babe.” She shook her head again, insisting on letting you enjoy your shower alone. This was a routine, and you knew not to push, you knew when to accept defeat.

Despite her being well acquainted with your bed, and her newfound security in your relationship, seeing you fully naked still made Scotty uneasy. Apologies were issued each time she accidentally caught sight of you in your underwear, and she always offered to leave the room.

You would protest, but she did it anyway, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. It was more endearing than anything. She had not been open about her sexual history, and you never pried. When Scotty was ready, she'd come to you, and you made sure you left room for her to know that, for her to understand time was on her side in that regard.

Seeing her flush at the sight of your bare skin turned you on more than it should though. The thought made your pussy pulse as you stepped into the shower. Before you could stop them, fingers hovered over your heat, pushing through your sticky folds as the warm water adorned you. You rubbed your clit with your thumb, wincing when the shower steam brushed the sensitive nub.

Gentle pumps lubricated your digits as two entered your hole with ease and you flung your head back. In and out, you circled your clit, then pushed back inside the tight space.

“Fuck.” Eyes shut, and back flush against the shower wall, your volume increased as your thrusts gained speed. Bliss consumed you, toying with your impending orgasm. You bucked into yourself, nudging your g-spot with a sharp cry. A long exhale anchored you and your toes began to curl as you slowly climbed a ladder of ecstasy.

All thoughts ran to Scotty as you pleasured yourself. Scotty in her flannels. Scotty wearing only a sports bra and sweats as she fixed your garbage disposal. The way she gripped your thigh on the tube, firm and tight, aware you belonged to her only. “Shit, oh fuck…”

Your slick mingled with the water as you rode your own digits, tweaking and pulling on your right nipple. Scotty was very protective of you. She was quick to yell at a stranger for bumping into you on the street that one time. He was bigger, taller; he towered over her thin frame. But she refused to relent, insistent on defending your honor. Discovering that side of her got you all hot and bothered, the images of her all in his face slipping into your fantasies as you massaged your leaking pussy.

Your profane screams filled the bathroom, ringing in your ears and making you wetter. Fingers scissored your hole, nice and wide and you bit your lip. You imagined Scotty’s fingers working you, imagined her hungry lips nibbling on your earlobe as she whispered dirty words to you.

Your pussy clenched around your digits tight and you dove deeper into yourself. Reaching for the shower head, you propped a leg up on the tub’s edge and brought it to your center. Powerful streams of steaming water met your pulsating clit and your legs wobbled. “Oh yes! Mmm fuck!”

The water was harsh against your cunt, flowing heavy and steady. It felt so good you got lost in the feeling.

“Oh, Scotty.” Shallow breaths huffed her name again and again, chest bouncing under water droplets. You wanted her mouth on you, needed her tongue inside of you. Wet thrusts brought your orgasm closer, taking you higher each time you brushed your special spot. The visual in your mind of your girlfriend's mouth on your cunt, sucking passionately, was the last thing you saw before the stars and sparkles appeared behind your lids.

The showerhead fell from your grip as you came with a scream you knew she heard. An intense orgasm coursed through your quaking body, filling you to the brim. Cum trickled down the inside of your thigh, nice and warm like the water and you smiled. You were floating, thoughts still buzzing with all the sexy things your girlfriend did as you rode it out. You steadied your breathing, squeezing your nipple one last time before retrieving the hose and beginning your shower.

“Scotty, baby can you hand me a towel?” Your head poked out the bathroom door and she was on her feet within seconds. As she approached, you allowed the door to creek open just enough for her to catch a glimpse of your wet skin and identically pierced nipples.

Eyelashes batted innocently at her as she handed you the fluffy cloth. Scotty was having a hard time ripping her eyes away from your droplet-drenched figure, her eyes fanned you up and down before she cleared her throat. “Uh sorry. I can wait in the living room until you're dressed.”

Slowly, the cracked door widened to showcase you in all your nude glory, purple towel bunched in your hands.

“If that's what you wanna do.” Soft and sultry were your words, evidently sucking the air from her lungs as she stammered. Scotty had not met your gaze once, eyes locked on your chest, falling lower with each breath. You began drying your skin in front of her with a smirk, pretending to be oblivious to your effect on her.

When you exited the bathroom, your shoulder brushed hers and you swore you felt each muscle in her arm tense. Damp curls hung around your neck as you bent over to lotion your legs, giving her a full view of your ass and folds. She was staring, her watchful gaze was one you were accustomed to, even with your back turned. You were wet again, and she was aware of it.

A soft moan climbed your throat as you slathered the lotion on your chest and on your breasts, and you watched the sound shock her entire body through the mirror.

Scotty shook her head behind you, desperate for the action to do away with the image of your naked body. “Gonna get off- I mean get in the shower. I’m gonna take a s-shower now.”

You smiled at her, wearing not a fragment of shame, and nodded. “Okay, babe. Have fun.”

You imagine her slamming her back against the door once it closed, chest heaving anxiously from what she'd just witnessed. Once dressed, you slicked your hair into a low puff and moved to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from your bedroom, fully clothed, a shy smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, babe. Made you coffee, and lunch.” You shoved her lunchbox and thermos toward her and she beamed. She pulled you in for a kiss, tongues dancing and sparks flying. Her whimper was adorable when you grabbed her hands, placing them on your hips. “I like when you touch me here.”

She huffed, clearly flustered, but she pulled you in anyway, fingers indenting your flesh. “Mhmm.”

You pulled away, getting lost in her eyes and she blushed. “We should get going. I'm already late.”

“I have to give Dean a ride.” The two of you shuffled out the front door just as Dean was exiting his and he rolled his eyes.

“God, I was starting to think I’d have to take the bus. And you know I can't do that anymore.” He stated simply, shoving himself between the two of you as he often did and grabbing your hands.

You spared a glance at your girlfriend, confused and she chuckled. “He got banned for a month.”

“Banned from the bus?”

Dean tugged the both of you down the stairwell as he spoke. “Yeah, I joked about wanting to wank the guy next to me off and I guess he told the driver. Now I can't get on for a month.”

His words stopped you in your tracks, and you gawked at him. “What? It's not like I did it. Anyway, you two coming over tomorrow night? Me and Freddie are having a thing.”

“You're always having a thing.” Scotty retorted, stealing the words right from your mouth.

“Oh come on, you two can keep your tits out of each other's mouths for one night to hang with friends right? Don't think I didn't hear you this morning. Oh, Scotty! Yes, Scotty! It was kinda hot, I can't lie, I listened through the walls. Obviously.”

Your smile dissipated and you found Scotty's eyes. She fumbled for her keys, unlocking her van frantically. Usually, you harbored no shame about pleasuring yourself to the thought of your girlfriend, she was hot, and your body reacted to said hotness. But you were aware of how wary the idea of sex made her, and having Dean bring it up so casually made your cheeks heat.

“Oh don't tell me you two are one of those kiss-and-don't-tell pairs. Babe if you didn't want to tell on yourselves, you wouldn't be so–”

Scotty cut him off, and you noted the twinge of annoyance in her voice. “We’ll be there Dean.”

“Oh good!” He climbed into the van and you waited for the door to shut before you approached her.

Her eyes fixed on her work boots, fiddling away with those fingers. “I'm sorry.”

“And what are you apologizing for?”

She looked at you, eyes brimming with remorse. “Dean doesn��t really have a filter as I'm sure you know by now. Sorry if he made you feel–”

“Baby, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong, Dean’s gonna be Dean, let's face it. It's fine.” You kissed her cheek and she relaxed a little.

Scotty grabbed your fingers, lacing them with hers and you beamed. “Sorry he thought we were…”

“Do I have to ban you from saying that word? I want it out of your vocabulary. You aren't sorry.” You scolded and she giggled.

“Okay, okay. You sure you don't want a ride?”

You shook your head before kissing her hand. “You aren't driving all the way across the city to drop me off at work Vivienne. Now go.”

Her giddy little smile made you melt as she strutted to the van. “Wait!” She ran back, smacking her lips to yours and you laughed into the kiss. “Okay, bye! Love you, have a good day.”

“Bye baby, love you too.”

•••

Coming home after a long day called for two things: a glass of wine and your vibrator. After changing into some comfy clothes, you retrieved the already open bottle of Chardonnay, filling the glass all the way to the top. You took a big swig, trotting back to your room and ridding your body of your shorts. Cool air hit your already-wet lips as you brought the fully charged vibrator to your yearning clit.

At the push of a button, the device buzzed on, splashing your slick all over your inner thighs. The wand slid up and down your achy cunt, making you whine from the strong vibrations. You only needed a quick release, Scotty would be over soon. Scotty. For the second time that day, you conjured her likeness in your mind to help yourself get off. Thinking about how she gawked at your naked body that morning made you moan, loud and long. You craved her touch. “Mmm.”

You upped the speed, switching the bright pink toy to its highest setting, making your sore clit tremble.

You were coming soon after, creating a large mess in your sheets and all over your vibrator. Bringing the toy to your lips, you sucked it off like always. That’s when you saw her. Scotty was watching you from the doorway, biting her lip and eyeing you hungrily. It made your heart jump, the thought that she could be so stealthy in the dark. You held her stare, swirling your tongue around the head of your vibrator. Your juices tasted amazing in your mouth and you turned it back on. If she wanted to watch, you would give her a show.

You couldn't help but cry out when the pulse pressed back onto your clit. It felt amazing, but it was too soon. You ground into it, hips shaking all the while as your second climax approached rapidly. Gone were your plans of prolonging the spill. This one was fast and hard, and you groaned, finding her eyes in the dark again.

“I know you're there baby.” You called out between shaky breaths.

Scotty shuffled, debating if she should enter the room or bolt. When your bedroom light flicked on, you got her answer. She strode in, head hanging, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry.”

“What did we say about that word? I'm not mad at you babe if that's what you're thinking.”

Hopeful eyes flicked to yours as you scooted down the bed to join her. “You're not?”

“No.” You shook your head, kissing her cheek softly and she sighed.

“It's just, I came in and all the lights were out and I figured you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you. I was just gonna crawl in beside you, but then you weren't asleep, you were… and I didn't want to interrupt, but then I couldn't look away and I felt bad for watching and I know you said not to apologize, but I'm sorry babe, I am. I invaded your privacy and that’s not okay.”

You were smiling before you could stop yourself and she looked puzzled. “I like an audience sometimes.”

Her eyebrows shot up and you shrugged. Pulling her in for a hug. The tension left her body when she entered your embrace, molding into you perfectly.

“We can talk about it, if you want. Or we can just watch Tv until we fall asleep.”

“Tv. I don't think I'm ready to, to um…”

You gripped her hands. “And that's alright. Go make some popcorn while I get cleaned up?”

Scotty nodded, hopping onto her feet and darting to the kitchen. You shook your head at her cuteness, smiling as you stripped your sheets.

•••

“Okay, okay. Take a shot if you've ever been walked in on.”

Freddie butted in, “Full sex or just like, a wank?”

“Both.” Dean confirmed and everyone in the room took a shot. Everyone but your girlfriend who sat smiling shyly next to you on the floor.

The room erupted into laughter and you huffed a small one of your own. “If you've ever walked in on someone?”

Scotty was zoned out, and you nudged her playfully to take her shot, just to see her flush nervously. It was priceless, but she downed it like a pro. That was new.

Freddie pointed to you to ask a question as he poured everyone a third shot. “Um… take a shot if you’ve done it in a public place.”

Laughter again, followed by winces and coughs. Once again, everyone’s shot glass was empty, except for Scotty’s. She seemed unbothered most of the night, ignoring all the shots you were downing next to her, while she hadn't moved past her first one. A lot of your suspicions were being confirmed as the game trudged on. "This one's for the ladies! You guys ever done it up the butt? Because I tried it and I have to say, not that bad."

A chorus of cackles broke out as you eyed Scotty fiddling with her shoe laces, laughing smiling faintly to herself.

You knew she was inexperienced, but the questions let you know the extent. It was all very cute, the way she encouraged everyone and laughed along with the group.

“Take a shot if you've had sex with someone in the past twenty-four hours.” Dean beamed, and you knew instantly his question was intended for Scotty and yourself. Neither of you drank, you glanced at her and she blushed.

Dean’s eyes moved to the two of you and he scoffed. “You're not playing the game right. You're supposed to drink.”

“Only if you've done the thing,” Scotty responded harshly, but no one other than you picked up on it.

“Yeah. And you two have, you can't lie. I heard you.” Every pair of eyes in the room were on you at his confession.

You sat up on your knees, needing to shift the subject. “Well, you heard wrong. Next question.”

“No, he didn't because I heard it too.” Freddie was notorious for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. “If you two weren't fucking, what was all that? And now that it's being mentioned, Scotty's taken only one shot, while her lovely girlfriend has taken them all. And now neither of them has taken this one. What is that about?”

Scotty shifted next to you, you could tell she was getting antsy. “Are we gonna continue the game or what?”

“Hmm, no. I'm definitely pissed right now and I've decided this thing,” Freddie’s fingers gestured between you and Scotty. “Is more interesting than this game.”

Everyone remained silent as he paced around. You were very close to grabbing your girlfriend and leaving the flat entirely.

“Moans and screams coming from your place every morning, including today, and yet neither of you drank. Were you just wanking or…”

“And if I was?”

He tapped his chin with a laugh. “Then I’d have to ask what we're all thinking. Have you two even had sex?”

You found Scotty's gaze, her eyes darting around the room frantically. She opened her mouth to speak, but you squeezed her hand, trying to let her know she didn't have to reply. It was clear everyone else had already figured out the answer though, and all you wanted to do was soothe her.

“Oh my god! You haven't, have ya? How long have you been together now?”

Dean chimed in, “Four months in two weeks. As your matchmaker, I must know your anniversary.” He wasn't helping.

“Four months and you haven't shagged? What are you waiting for? Is Scotty a virgin or something?” His question was meant to be rhetorical, but realization soon sank in. The silence in the room was louder than ever and you watched everyone come to the same conclusion as Freddie.

He chuckled mischievously. “Bloody hell. Well I'm not surprised because obviously, but wow I just–”

“Will you shut the fuck up, Freddie? You don't have to be a dick every day of your goddamn life you know.”

Your outburst startled Scotty, fueled by alcohol and anger. That was the first time all night that you noticed she was uncomfortable, the first time you’d seen her ashamed of all the things she hadn't done. The look lasted only but a second, but you caught it, and you despised that she was made to feel that way.

“I'm just saying four months is really really long, especially for people in a relationship. I shagged Dean first night I met him.”

“That's true,” Dean interjected and you rolled your eyes.

You huffed furiously, seeing only red. All attempts at suppressing your urge to strangle the blonde boy in front of you were failing. “And I'm just saying, you should be more worried about that diagnosis you got a few days ago. Chlamydia was it?”

A universal gasp hugged the room and his sly little smirk disappeared immediately. “Yeah, that's what I fucking thought you fucking dickhead.”

“He also had crabs last month. I keep telling him he can't shag everyone, he never listens.” Dean's statement was the icing on top and you wore a smirk of your own.

You grabbed Scotty’s hand, pulled her to her feet, and headed to the door. “We’re leaving. Freddie, fuck you. I hope you get hit by a truck.”

Once the two of you were in the hallway, Scotty stood against the wall as you paced in frustration. She tracked your steps, face scrunched in an unreadable way.

“I really hate that prick.”

“Are you going to break up with me now that you know I’ve never been with a woman?” She was close to tears. Drying them as frequently as you did let you know when to expect them. You were at her side in seconds, rubbing her back as you tried to calm her.

“Baby what? Break up with you? Are you mad? Sorry but you're kinda stuck with me, if you haven't noticed.” You bumped her shoulder.

She sniffled before letting out a giggle. “It's not like I don't want to. I do, especially with you. I really, really do. I just–”

“Oh do you? You really do?” You smirked and she blushed.

“Stop. I'm being serious. I'm just super nervous I'll do it wrong. And I don't wanna disappoint you. You're used to experienced women I'm sure, but all you have now is me.”

“Vivienne Scott, what have I told you about talking down about yourself? I won't let you say one more bad word about my favorite person, so you need to stop.”

“Sorry.”

“There's that word again,” You glared at her and she reacted with a shy smile. “And as for your inexperience, I don't care. I'm ready when you are. If you decide you want to, we'll go slow, as slow as you like. If you decide you never want to have sex, that works for me too. I love you so fucking much, nothing else matters baby. All I need is you, all I want is you and your perfect self.”

You kissed her and she smiled into it, delighted by your reassuring words. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely my love. There's nothing wrong with you, and I will kill Freddie with my bare fucking hands for making you feel that way.”

Her smile grew, eyes twinkling happily in front of you. “And I'll help you hide the body.”

A laugh erupted at her remark, because she was clearly serious; she always found new ways to surprise you.

•••

Grace and Frankie played on the screen as you lay cuddled up with Scotty in your bed. She was snuggled into your chest, stuck to you like glue as you rubbed her back lovingly. The day after your anniversary had been a relaxing one, with you two lounging around your place for most of it. Tonight though, she seemed particularly fidgety, climbing atop you and nuzzling her head under your chin.

“You good?” You asked, looking down at her body on yours, and she only hummed. “You're so cute.”

A few minutes ticked by before she squirmed again, rubbing her face into your cleavage. Scotty was touchy, but not this touchy. Her behavior raised your brow as you questioned her again. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Just had a long day.” An inadequate response, seeing as you’d spent the entire day with her, but you let it go. Most days were long for her, and maybe encapsulating you was a newly discovered way of dealing with that. You shifted your attention back to the Tv, laughing as the episode stretched on.

Soft lips placed little pecks along your jaw, lowering to your neck and you sighed. Letting your eyes flicker shut allowed for better enjoyment of her mouth on your skin, basking in this rare spurt of initiative. “If you wanna kiss, Scotty, all you had to do was say so.”

She sat up, holding your face between her palms. “I want to kiss.”

You grinned and pulled her in by her throat. “Come here.”

Starving lips crashed onto each other, meshing and sucking as tongues wrestled. Scotty was sitting up on your lap now, yanking your face closer as if she wanted to swallow you. She slung her arms around your neck, scooting closer so her crotch was pressed up against your stomach as she wrapped her legs around you.

The kiss grew hot and heavy, and she moaned desperately into your mouth. It wasn't unusual, considering you'd had many heated make-out sessions prior. You pulled away, wet lips connecting with her throat, nibbling slightly. She whined directly into your ear, and you felt it slither inside you. An excited tongue licked your neck before teeth nipped your lobe.

“Oh!” The action jarred you, but you moaned all the same. Scotty had never displayed such feverish behavior before, she seemed on edge, wound up — and she called on you in her time of need. Her hips bucked into your abdomen and you froze.

Fingers found your hair and she tugged on your curls, lips ghosting over yours as she blew her words into your mouth. “I’m ready.”

“What?” Your heartbeat raced with your flying pulse when she spoke.

She enjoyed kissing your neck, so you threw your head back, allowing her to gain better access. “Want to do more than kiss.”

You found her eyes abruptly, searching her face for any signs of hesitation. “Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to. Kissing is enough for me, I promise.”

“Yes. I'm sure, I want you.”

You nodded, crashing your lips to hers. It was a hard kiss, a hungry kiss, and you could tell she loved it. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“Wanna make you feel good.”

You kissed her again, loving the feeling of her eager lips on yours. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes.” Her reply was quick as she reached for the hem of your tank top.

You giggled, pulling it over your head to help her speed up the process, and your boobs fell free moments later. Scotty was in awe at the sight of them, reaching hesitantly to cup the one on the left. “Can I?”

You gave her permission, pulling her hand the rest of the way with a grin. She traced the star shape of the jewelry there, still holding back. “I love these.”

You shuddered when the pads of two fingers brushed your nipple and you let a moan slip. Her eyes sparkled at the sound, prideful being the one to cause it. A soft pinch to your left evoked another cry, and she reached for the right, repeating her action. Scotty’s legs were still tight around your waist, core still pressed up against your stomach and you felt her sticky wetness leaking through her underwear.

She dipped her head, eyes still trained on yours as she pulled a bud into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it. Light sucks on your delicate breast overwhelmed you. You were unaware of how much you missed that feeling as the blissful sensation rushed through you.

“Does that feel good?” Her tongue swirled around your erect nipple and your fingers dug into her scalp with each lick. Your response was a hum, encouraging her to keep going. Scotty switched to the other, sucking hard and leaving her spit all over your breast. It was heavenly; Scotty was extremely good at what she was doing.

Each of your whimpers amped her up, and you could tell she was enjoying herself. You grabbed her left hand, dragging it down to your center and her fingers hovered over your throbbing heat.

“You feel that baby?” Her mouth hung open, eyes dazed and twinkling. “That's where I want you, right… here. Are you okay with that?” She nodded and you guided her hand up and down your clothed clit. Scotty's head hit your shoulder with a jagged exhale. Rushed, shallow breaths escaped you as her hand continued. You needed her now, and you were going to have her.

“Sit up for a second.” She got off you with a groan and you smiled, pulling your panties to your ankles and kicking them across the room.

You sat back on the bed, sprawling your legs and exposing your cunt fully to Scotty for the first time. Her little whine at the image made you smirk, begging you to continue. “Gonna show you how I touch myself thinking of you.”

Skilled fingers dipped into your wetness, sliding directly over your clit. The contact made you whimper and you kept going. Rubbing circles on your soaked bud increased your moans gradually. You locked eyes with your girlfriend who was salivating at the sight of you: legs open and fingers in your pussy.

“See how wet I am for you Scotty?” You threw your head back as you huffed her name and attacked your clit ferociously. The notion of her just simply watching you dampened your glistening folds even more.

You beckoned her forward with your free hand, breaking her out of her trance. You reached for her hand, shoving two of her fingers into your mouth. Feeling your warm tongue around her digits made her entire body shiver. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, barely able to hold your seductive gaze as you continued.

When her fingertips brushed your clit, she all about melted. “Do you feel how wet I am for you Scotty?”

She nodded, and you let her fingers replace your own. Scotty’s pace was slower than yours, less practiced, but still able to make you thrash.

“Is this good?” The hope in her voice was adorable, turning you on even more.

“Fuck baby that's perfect. Just like that.”

She arranged herself between your legs, digits massaging your sensitive clit with precision. Her determination and focus were sexy on their own, but when coupled with the desire to please you, they were transcendent. Her lips peppered kisses on your stomach and she massaged your dripping pussy, your grunts fueling her. “Shit, keep going. That’s it!”

Fingertips brushed your entrance and when you jumped, she halted, nervous eyes darting around wildly. “No, no. It's okay, that was good. Need your fingers inside me.”

Once again, you assisted her digits, allowing her to sink two deep into your hole. She created a quick pace for herself, it was nice, but not quite what you needed.

“Like this?”

“No, let me show you,” You positioned her hand where you needed it most. “There you go, keep doing it like that, fuck!”

She caught onto your preferred tempo rather quickly and her thrusts were unstoppable, making you scream your throat raw. Wails mixed with the sloshing sounds her digits created as they pumped and stretched you over and over, dragging you closer to the edge. “So good at it babe, perfect!”

When she bumped your g-spot hard and firm, curses flew out of you this way and that. Your eyes stayed open long enough to catch the satisfied smirk on her face. Scotty loved what she was doing to you, reveled in the way your body responded to her.

Her other hand found your clit again, recreating the rhythm you’d taught her and she swiped two fingers around in a circle, pressing in every few seconds. You had no sense of self, simply only craving a release. Each stroke, each pump, had you clutching your silk pillows as Scotty built you up to knock you down.

“Baby, I'm so close! Make me come please!”

Her thrusts picked up, slamming into your pussy harder than before and your cries were endless.

“I love being the one to make you feel this good.” She bit her lip, watching your pierced nipples bounce as she spoke. You entranced her and she wasn't afraid to show it.

With one last thrust, you bucked into her fingers and your orgasm crashed onto you like a wave, wiping you out and pulling you all the way under. “Mmm Scotty! Yes, you make me feel amazing!”

Her fingers were soon coated in your cum, spilling out of you in thick streams. The climax was your most intense yet and you knew it had everything to do with the emotions wrapped up in the sex, the emotions you had wrapped up in your girlfriend.

She was still inside you, still rubbing your clit as your heaving muscles clamped around her digits. It was too much and not enough all at once, and your lack of energy prohibited you from letting her know. All you could muster were pleading whines as she continued fucking you through your orgasm, smearing your cum everywhere.

“B-Baby I–” Dry lips helped you utter shaky words and her eyes were on your face immediately.

“You want me to stop?” She quizzed and you nodded.

Scotty slid her fingers out of you gently as ever, examining them and the sticky cum coating them. She wanted to suck them, her curiosity about the taste clear as day and you giggled at her bashfulness.

Fighting your exhaustion, you pushed yourself forward and out of the pillows, inching toward her. You guided her fingers through her lips and she let you. She moaned when your flavor hit her taste buds, slamming her eyes shut to enjoy it fully.

“Well?” You awaited her final conclusion with a smirk and she matched it.

Her immediate giggle afterward was too cute. “I like it.”

“Yeah? You want more?” Her nod was frantic and giddy. You eased back onto the mattress, finally coming down from your climax and needing her all over again. Your legs flew open once more, feeling your hot release rolling out down your pussy lips. Ankles gripped in your fists exposed every inch of the mess she helped create and once again, Scotty was mesmerized by the sight of you. “Come taste me, baby.”

She leaned in to kiss you deeply before descending to your cunt.

Silky lips placed a kiss on your tired clit with a hum, the vibrations traveling up your outstretched legs. Soon her tongue was on your wet flesh and you shrieked. Scotty's mouth wrapped around your clit like a starved animal, slurping ravenously. Her tongue, magic materialized. “Oh god, fuck! Yes, Scotty, you're doing that so well!”

She hummed again devouring your pussy fully with each slurp and your moans boomed out of you uncontrollably. Your fingers were in her hair, messing it up even more as her tongue fucked you. She seemed particularly fond of your clit, refusing to leave it unattended for too long. “You taste so good, babe.”

Her words caused you to grind harder into her face, smudging your juices all over her. For it to be her first time eating pussy, she was shockingly skilled, knowing exactly where to focus her attention. A velvet tongue entered your hole, and your back sprung up. You pulled at your nipples with each of her thrusts, spiking your pleasure upward. “Good girl, my good girl. So good at eating my pussy baby.”

Not once had she come up for air, fully immersed in every bit of your folds. You were close again, humping her mouth and tongue. “Oh fuck, how are you so good at that?”

Your head flew back and she pulled you closer by your hips, drilling her face impossibly deeper into your heated wetness. Scotty’s own moans were driving you insane; she was getting off on the act of consuming your cunt. The way her hips bucked and jerked into the mattress confirmed that.

“I’ll do anything to please you.”

God, she knew exactly what to say to rev you up. Her words were enough to knock you straight into your second orgasm. You came with shaking legs and a scream of her name, but she refused to remove her mouth from your core.

She sucked you still, grunting and gulping despite your squirming. Each lick caused you to shudder above her as she lost herself in your depths. When she shoved a finger inside, you bit down on your cheek until it bled. Pleasure thrummed in your veins, even though your body needed her to stop, your brain refused to let her and you felt another release underway.

“Scotty wait please…” Wiggling from her grasp was useless; she refused to relent, slurping harder, licking deeper.

“Mine.” It came out muffled, and it floated up to your ears. A sleepy smile formed on your lips as your third orgasm of the night washed over you. It didn't hit you as hard as the first two, but it made you loopy all the same. Finally, she removed her face from between your quivering thighs, face soaked in three loads of cum.

You could barely see her through slanted eyes, but your slick reflected under the lights. She kissed your lips, tender and slow, and you sucked her tongue. Your own juices were on you now and you understood her refusal to let up. “You look so gorgeous with my cum on your face.”

“I do?” Her pretty eyes studied your spent figure curiously and you nodded. “I got a little carried away, you taste so good.”

“It's okay baby. You did amazing for me, you were perfect.” You huffed an exhale, watching her try to hide her blush.

It dawned on you that Scotty still had her clothes on and you frowned. “Take everything off. Your turn.”

“You sure you're not too tired? We don't have to focus on me.”

You shook your head, resisting the sleep threatening to whisk you away. There was no way you'd be going to bed without having made Scotty come at least twice.

She pulled her shirt off while you yanked on her underwear. Scotty stood, leaving you alone on the bed for seconds that felt like forever as she stripped. Once her underwear was off, she was left only in her sports bra as she climbed toward you.

“You want this on or off?” You questioned and she shrugged, so you pulled it over her head.

She was stark naked above you and looking as sheepish as ever. You flipped her so you were on top then you kissed her lips. “You're stunning.”

Your lips pecked her chest, slowly moving towards her nipple. It was in your mouth soon after and your fingers found her clit. Her cry was immediate as you massaged her drenched folds. “Can I touch you here, Scotty? Is this okay?”

Her approval came before you could blink and you continued. “Fuck, you're this wet for me pretty girl?”

“Yes, always.” You quirked your eyebrow at her confession. Always.

Her nipple was back in your mouth again as you worked her soft clit with the pads of your fingers. Scotty's whines filled the room, bouncing off your walls and ringing in both your ears. Her chest heaved under you, causing your teeth to grip lightly on her nipple to steady her.

“Aghh!” Her whimpers came hushed and shallow, and your pace picked up, thrashing around in her wetness. “More, I need more.”

You kissed her neck swiftly, then her lips, fingers still working her. “What do you need, angel?”

“Your, your mouth.” A devious grin plastered on your lips as you placed her legs on your shoulders before diving into her midsts. You almost passed out at the taste of her, head going loopy as you licked her throbbing bud. You spit on her already leaking cunt, rubbing it in with your tongue and she moaned.

“Feelsogood!” Her words jumbled together as she shouted. Languid licks to her clit had her legs shuddering from their place on your shoulders as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.

She was a moaning mess as your mouth continued its attack on her gorgeous pussy, slurping up everything she secreted. “Are you gonna come for me, angel?”

Her babbles were intended to be an answer, but you needed her to respond with words.

“Say it. Tell me you're going to come for me, be a good girl and come for me.”

Scotty nodded, eyes shut when your tongue grazed her tight hole. She wasn't ready for that yet, and you knew it. “I'm going to come for you!”

Your fingers flicked her clit again and again until it was swollen, and she tensed. “That's it, baby, there you go, go on and come for me.”

Her screech was thunderous, startling even herself. You kissed her ankle and watched her toes curl, her entire body trembling as you lowered her legs back onto the bed with care.

Weak arms pulled you down onto a sweaty chest, kissing you with the utmost passion.

“Thank you.” She managed and you kissed her forehead sweetly.

“You deserve it.”

While Scotty was recovering from her first orgasm with you, you reached over to your nightstand, pulling out a few things you’d had handy for a while. Nothing too extreme: two dildos, the bigger one of the two obviously for you, your vibrator, and some lube.

She watched you intently as you laid everything out, eyes going wide at the larger toy. Familiarity flashed in her eyes when she saw your trusty pink vibrator and you grinned. “Wanna try it?”

Scotty shook her head, “Wanna watch you again.”

“So bad.” You positioned yourself in front of her, getting comfortable, allowing your pussy to bloom like a flower for your girlfriend. The toy was buzzing within seconds and you slithered it through your cum drenched lips.

“Oooh, fuck…” The words dragged out of you as the tip brushed your most sensitive, swollen spot. The ache was magnificent as you let it tread through your wetness. Scotty's eyes were glued to you, watching the tremors work you, small splashes flicking into the air. Her breast was cupped in her hand and she slowly tugged on her nipples. Fingers found her own clit and she winced, gaze never leaving you.

Her confidence in pleasuring herself to the sight of you only made you hornier as you upped the setting and you began to twitch breathlessly. “Yeah baby, play with your pussy for me. I like that.”

She followed your instructions, kneading her tits and stroking her clit. “Gonna come just from looking at you, shit.”

And you weren't lying, you felt your climax in your bones, building up and preparing to spill. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” Scotty questioned, peering at you through slitted eyes. Her fingers were working overtime to bring about her release, and you could tell she was not new to the deed.

You nodded, slinging your head back. “Yeah.”

Before she could respond, your scream jumped out of you and the vibrator fell from your palm onto the cover. You let your body tumble to the edge of the bed, gasping for air as you heard Scotty cry out seconds later. She came down to join you, just as sweaty, just as breathless and she gripped your side.

“You touch yourself like that often Vivienne?”

She tried hiding her face in your bare chest, but you wouldn't allow it, tickling her until she answered. “Sometimes. When I'm thinking about you.”

“Ah. I see. Well, you looked absolutely stunning showing off for me like that.” You pecked her lips and she giggled. Scotty sat up, grabbing the dildos curiously, but her focus could not be ripped from the big one.

“You put this inside you?!”

Your laugh settled your post-orgasm high. “I want you to put it inside me.”

“Really?” The glimmer in her eyes announced her excitement at your request. You kicked the lube towards her, too tired to move from your spot and she clapped giddily.

She lathered the lube onto the toy and positioned it at your slit, moving in slowly. “Is that good for you?”

“Oh fuck! Just a little faster angel.” Scotty nodded, thrusting it in and out at a quicker speed and your mewls carried. Your entire pussy was sore, but you just couldn't get enough of her. Lust was the only thing keeping you going.

The way it moved captured her attention, and she refused to tear her eyes from your dripping hole stretched around the dildo. She nudged that special spot, leaning down to kiss you, eating your whimper in the process. Your squishing picked up with her movement and her thumb found your clit. You loved the way she was learning your body and what you liked, it made you clench around the thick toy, bucking onto it slightly.

“So good at it babe, perfect.” She hummed at your praise, fucking into you with longer and deeper strokes.

You wailed loudly, meeting each thrust, both nipples in hand.

“Want you to be mine. All mine” She bit her lip, still assaulting your clit as you struggled for words.

Her possessive tone would be the thing to do you in, you were sure of it. “Mmm, fuck baby I’m yours!”

“You promise? Please promise.” Slam after slam on your g-spot and you were close to tears.

All you saw was white behind your eyes, pussy clamping tight around the toy buried deep inside you as you came hard and swift. “Yesyesyesyesyes! I'm yours, Scotty! All yours!”

She slid it out of you with a soft pop and a squish, pulling on strings of cum oozing out of you.

“I wanna try it.” She admitted timidly and you forced yourself to sit up.

You grabbed the smaller yellow one, holding it out for her. “This one's for you.”

Scotty shook her head, “No. I want this one. I can handle it.”

“Baby I don't know, don't want you in too much pain.”

“It's okay.” She reassured, and you smiled.

•••

“I won't hurt you, angel, I'll never hurt you. I’ll go slow.” Your dildo was at Scotty’s eager entrance — ready to intrude. Copious amounts of lube dripped from it as the tip pushed through her tight hole, brushing her walls. Her eyes were shut, and she squeezed your hand. You were still a tad hesitant about it, but she insisted.

It entered her with surprising ease and you couldn't fight your grin. “So proud of you, you're doing amazing. Are you okay?”

Frantic nods answered your question and she urged you to move. She adjusted quite well to the size and you pushed in deeper. Scotty was writhing desperately as you fucked her at a reasonable tempo. Her body reacted well to you and your encouraging touches. You pressed a wet kiss to her waist as the thrusts grew rapid, endless moans egging you on. “Don’t stop!”

“This good for you pretty girl?” Your lips were on her stomach, licking and pecking to soothe and she squirmed.

“Mhmm.” You looked up at her drooling mouth; Scotty was on cloud nine, relishing in the sensation of being wide open for you and you alone. She ground into the dildo, her wet cunt meeting every last one of your pumps. A greedy little thing, and responsive too, crying out each time your knuckle would nudge her swollen clit in the process of you fucking her.

When she hissed in pain, you slowed down, not wanting to hurt her. “Easy baby, easy.”

Scotty’s wetness sloshed and splashed all over your comforter and you loved the image of everything seeping out of her pretty, puffy pussy. It made your own clit twitch as you pressed it up against the bed.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby. Say it, tell me your pussy is pretty.” Strokes dug deep, making her cream all around the base.

She groaned, unable to say the words, bucking into the toy harder instead. You were having none of it. Scotty needed to praise herself, you needed her to believe the things you said to her. “If you wanna come, you gotta say it. Isn't your pussy pretty?”

She bobbed her head, shutting her eyes tight as her back shot off the bed. “I-It is, it's p-pretty.”

“What's pretty, angel? I need to hear it.” Her clit jumped and you giggled.

“My p-pussy.”

“Oh yes it is, look at how well you’re taking this big thing, the prettiest ever. All stretched out for me.” You lowered your mouth to her clit, sucking faintly on the bud as the toy pushed up against her bundle of nerves and her cry was the loudest you’d ever heard.

“Baby I-I can’t.” She was shaking and you needed to calm her. You slowed your pace, whispering encouragements into her tummy as you kissed it. She came quickly, begging you to remove the dildo, and you obliged without a beat of hesitation. It was a lot for her, but she handled it fantastically, and your pride buzzed inside your sternum.

You kissed your way up her body lovingly until you reached her lips. “I love you so much you know that? God, you’re so perfect. Do you know how well you did for me?”

She bustled beneath your song of praise, finally opening her eyes to look at you. “I love you. I just want to make you happy.”

A weak smile greeted you and you kissed her tenderly. “You think you can give me just one more tonight angel?”

Scotty was anxious to please, so she agreed wholeheartedly.

“I’ll do all the work.” You spread her legs, slinging your right leg over her left, scooting closer until your clits kissed. The two of you grunted in unison at the sudden connection. Scotty rolled her hips impatiently, and you chuckled as you copied her movements. Cum glazed both your pussies as you ground into her, mixing your multiple releases. The squelching noises created by your colliding cunts rivaled your moans and mewls. You looked down at where you two were connected, stripes of slick meshing to create more.

Scotty rested her tired head against your shoulder, opening her mouth to pull your nipple between her lips. When you gasped, she hummed around it, bucking into you harder. You steadied her hips, rocking against her delicate bud with force. The impact buzzed through your body, blurring your vision with each grind. Your screams floated up to the ceiling, clinging to the walls as Scotty's piled on top. At this point, the entire building was aware of the fantastic sex you two were having, and neither of you cared.

You felt hot tears sting your chest, rolling between your boobs as Scotty cried from the all-consuming ecstasy. She looked at you, eyes boring holes into your soul as you rode her pussy. “I love you.”

You reached back for your vibrator, licking it a little before slipping it between both of your sopping cunts. Scotty yelled when you switched it on, shaking her head vigorously.

“Too much, too much!” But she leaned into the feeling anyway, pleasure close to rendering her unconscious as she wept.

“I know angel, fuck! J-Just one more. Can you do that for m-me?” Your breathing turned hysterical, and you moved the vibrator in tandem with your thrusts only slightly. Scotty was evidently overwhelmed, she was barely hanging on, only trying to make you proud of her. And you were proud, exceedingly so.

You wiped her flowing tears, caressing her face with the utmost love and compassion.

She nodded, pushing into the pink toy harder and screaming louder. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you so much.”

When you turned up the setting she squirted onto your pussy, and the act made you do the same. Everything was soaked: your legs, the bed, your vibrator. She delivered a voice-cracking scream before falling backward and you collapsed on top of her, chests heaving rapidly. Spasming bodies exhaled loudly, attempting to rediscover coherence. Both your eyes flickered to the Tv as the Are You Still Watching screen popped up on your Netflix, and a string of laughter erupted from you. You pulled her face in, kissing her for the hundredth time and she kissed you back.

You stayed that way for a while, stacked on top of each other, admiring the other's fucked out features. Neither of you wanted to move.

“Too tired to change the sheets and clean up. Let’s sleep on the couch.” She nodded in agreement and you climbed off the drenched bed exhaustedly. Scotty grabbed pillows and a cozy blanket before placing her hand in yours and letting you lead her to the living room.

Once you were snuggled and swaddled, you kissed her cheek and she giggled. “You did so good, baby. You said you’d be nervous, but you did amazing.”

“You made me feel comfortable.” She shrugged and you pulled her closer, planting yet another kiss on her face, then her head.

She nestled into you with a sigh. “I love you.”

“I love you so much Scotty, so so much.” You cooed into her ear and your words were enough to send her to dreamland.

•••

Impatient lips on your naked chest pulled you out of your sleep and you moaned on command. When your eyes opened, you were met with hot lips indulging in your bare nipples. Your body was still extremely weak from the night’s activities and your stomach fluttered just from the thought.

Sex with Scotty had been more amazing than you could've hoped, and when her fingers brushed your folds, you were pulled back into the memories of just how intense it all was.

“Angel, what are you doing?” You hummed, allowing her to continue defiling you.

She looked up at you, letting your nipple go. “Something I wanted to do, but we didn't get a chance to last night.”

“Really? What's that?”

She groaned, growing skittish as she always did. Scotty had a hard time articulating her words sometimes, especially when it involved anything sexual, and you always caught wind of her struggles. You never pushed, but this time was different than the ones prior.

“You have to tell me what you want Scotty. I need to learn what you like.”

She blushed before opening her mouth, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Her sentence sparked a thrill in you, those words foreign and illicit coming from her lips, and they absolutely electrified your system. “That's what you want?”

“Yes.”

You nodded in approval, allowing her to settle under you before you mounted her, positioning your needy cunt over her mouth. Hovering instead of sitting seemed more appropriate; it was her first time and you refused to overwhelm her.

That precaution was tossed out the window instantaneously as your girlfriend yanked your lower half down flat against her mouth, tongue darting directly into your hole. “Oh my god!”

It was only, you glanced at the clock on the wall, seven in the morning and you were already being devoured entirely. She fucked you with her tongue, licking your walls and sending you to new heights. Your neck craned backward as you cried her name, her little hums of approval letting you know she loved the sound of it falling from your lips.

Her tongue in your hole made your body jerk, and you gripped the couch’s arm for support. Scotty kneaded your ass as she ate you out, moaning along with you.

You felt frail on top of her, bones and pussy still aching terribly. But she was enjoying herself, and you be damned if you put a stop to that. Your clit pulsed with every lick and you cursed, pressing harder into her face.

“You're too good at that, oh fuck!” She smiled against your cunt, and you shook your head at her recently unveiled cocky-ness.

That familiar buzz started climbing your insides, clawing its way up and you knew you were close. “Close baby.”

Sucking and smacking echoed throughout your quiet loft as your girlfriend demolished and consumed your leaking pussy, juices rolling down her face like tears.

“Tell me you're mine again.” If her tone was any indication, this was a command more so than a kind request. It was the hottest thing she'd ever said, and it made your head spin uncontrollably. Scotty was sexiest when she was confident.

You looked down at her, gripping and grinding into her face harshly. “Fuck baby, I'm yours! I belong to you!”

Her hungry moans of enjoyment rocketed through your core, setting your climax free with a long throaty babble. “Scotty!”

She sucked on your clit still, ignoring your whining and your cum dribbling out of you. You had no choice but to ride your orgasm out with her tongue deep inside you, it was clear she had no plans to let you go.

“Baby, b-baby p-please!” You bucked into her mouth involuntarily, your body's only defense against the unyielding sensation.

Eventually, she let go of your hips, freeing you to slide down her chest and sit in her lap as she licked her lips. She blushed when she met your eye line and your smile broke free.

“You really like doing that, huh?”

A nod was all you were awarded and you grinned.

Your eyes studied her expression, filling with concern as you watched her intently. "How are you feeling? I know last night was a lot. Are you okay baby? Not in any pain?"

"A little sore, but I feel good. Really good. Loved being with you like... like that." Her smile was soft and genuine, so you nodded.

“Join me in the shower?” You requested breathlessly.

Her head bobbed. “Sure.”

Of course, the first time she agreed to join you would be after the first time you had sex, it was poetic really, everything about her was. This was no new discovery, you'd always known Scotty was something comprised of pretty words and big feelings. It's what you loved most about her.

You made her strip the bed and throw in a load of laundry before bathing under the warm water. Your legs wobbled as you stepped into the tub, but she steadied you, climbing in right behind you.

She kissed your neck, your shoulder blades, lowering her lips to your hips, and sucked. Steamy water blurred your vision as you watched her kneel before you. Scotty lifted your shaky leg onto the side of the tub and got in between. At first glance, it looked as though she was attempting to wash your cum-streaked legs, but she never moved for the soap, or the washcloth. Instead, she kissed your inner thigh, making her way back to your weary cunt.

“Can I?” Doe eyes peered up at your dazed expression, you’d unintentionally created a monster, but how could you deny her? It would be cruel to even think about it.

“You're insatiable, oh my god.” Fingers laced in her hair, pushing her mouth where it yearned to be as you pressed into the shower wall — her name nefariously profane on your tongue.

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papurgaatika · 3 months

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Knead Me, Need You

Pairing: Massage Therapist! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Summary: you were overworked, overstressed, and long overdue to get a massage. You just didn’t realize that getting one would come with a very good-looking massage therapist or the thoughts that filled your mind every time he touched you Tags: no outbreak AU, massage therapist! Joel, no reader desc. Gentle Joel, dirty thoughts, Joel is a tease, the reader is pent up as HELL, mentions of fingering, no actual sex, LOTS of sexual tension, pet names (darlin’ and sweetheart are used), Appreciation for Joel's arms, 18+ Word count: 2.7k

A/N: I very desperately need to get a massage and woke up from a dream about it so there’s that!! Also a huge lovely shoutout and thank you to my wonderful beta readers (@joelsdagger @carlynkurin and my lovely Laur) who have saved me from making the weirdest grammar mistakes and also fuel me with comments such as “IM (S)CREAMING” yall are real ones xoxo

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!! 🇵🇸

You hate your job. Okay, that wasn’t true. You don't hate your job, you just hate the commute. And sitting at your desk all day. And the fact that you always decide that heels look better with your outfits. So you didn't really hate your job, you loved being in charge, but your back was paying the price for it. Everyone in your life has heard you complain about your back hurting at least once. Some of your coworkers had found you with a stash of the stick-on heating patches in your desk and that led to the office pitching in to get you a certificate to one of the nicest spas in the area for your birthday.

You weren’t sure if you would use it, you barely had time to sit down and fully wash your face. How were you supposed to relax for a full hour and a half with some stranger touching you? The answer came to you one Saturday when you rolled out of bed and could barely stand because of a crick in your lower back. A groan falls from your lips before you throw yourself back onto your bed and grab your phone, making quick work of dialing the number on the back of the voucher. You let out a sigh of relief when the receptionist tells you they have availability later in the afternoon, and you tell her you’d take the appointment. You’re just about to hang up before her voice comes through your speaker again “Oh, and just to let you know, your therapist will be male, is that okay?”

You freeze for a second. On one hand, you didn’t love the idea of some random man touching you, especially considering it was a full-body massage. But on the other hand, you really didn't have a choice, your back was going to give out if you waited any longer. You mumbled out a quick “That’s fine, thank you!” before hanging up and making your way up to change your clothes. You decide to opt for something more casual, before grabbing your keys and wallet and heading out of the house.

This place was fancy. Like much fancier than you had expected and suddenly your outfit felt too casual and you missed your heels. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you filled out the forms they gave you. No, you haven’t had a massage before, yes you wanted to focus specifically on your back, and you weren’t sure how much pressure you wanted. You hand the clipboard back to the receptionist with a smile and she lets you know that he’s just about finished with his last client and he’ll come back for you in just a few minutes. Your knee is bouncing of its own accord, nerves finally kicking in. You are about to be naked in front of a man who is then going to rub his hands into you. Taking a deep breath, you remind yourself that it’s his job. He does this all day, five days a week. You keep reminding yourself that it’s just a massage, you’ll be okay. You finally start to believe that, nerves dissipating and your heart settling back to its resting rate, and then you see him.

He’s all broad shoulders and a kind smile walking out to the main area, before turning in your direction, and your mind blanks for a minute to fully take in how attractive this man is. His arms were gorgeous and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. His t-shirt was pulled tightly over his bicep, riding up just enough to let you see a peek of skin that was untouched from the Texas sun. His arms were thick, the muscles defined and prominent, veins standing out against the smooth skin. You were enraptured watching his arms move as he signed off on some papers and grabbed the clipboard with your forms on it. Images of his thick fingers in unspeakable positions flooded your mind; tugging at your hair while his other hand was on your hip, dragging over your lips and pushing them into your mouth, letting them curl into your aching cunt while he holds you down.

You were lost in your thoughts until his voice was saying your name and pulling you out of your depravity. You smile at him shyly and stand up to shake his hand “I’m Joel, and I'll be your masseuse for today, it’s a pleasure to meet you darlin’.” if you thought that he was attractive before, hearing that accent made you weak in the knees. The slow drawl of his words was smooth like honey and sent butterflies straight to your core. He takes the paperwork from the receptionist and gives it a quick scan before tutting at you lightly. “Overworkin’ yourself? Don’t worry, I'll take good care of you today.” You feel your face start to heat up as you follow him back through the halls into his room. You stepped inside to be met with a dim warm light, and soft music playing through a speaker.

“So is this your first time coming in for a massage?” he asks, half leaning against the door.

“Is it that obvious?” you half laugh, heat rising in the back of your neck. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes locked on his. He laughed softly with a shake of his head and you think you might die on the spot. It’s so unfortunate that he’s so hot.

“No, darlin’ it said it on one of those forms they had you fill out, I just wanted to go over how it all works with you.” you nod and look up at the man, waiting for him to go on, “I know it said you wanted to focus on your back, do you mind goin’ a little bit into why?”

You sigh and press a hand into your lower back, “So I sit at work a lot, and granted my posture isn’t great, but I woke up this morning and it was worse than it had ever been” You tell him about your job, about being overworked, about your stupid half hour commute. He keeps his eyes locked on yours, only dropping to flick over your waist for a moment, and then back onto yours.

He lets you explain where exactly you were hurting before he glances at his watch and lets you know that you should get started sooner rather than later. “Just go ahead and get dressed down to your comfort level and then just lay down with your face in the cradle sweetheart. I’ll knock before coming back in and then we can get started.” You smile and give him a nod, taking a deep breath once the door shuts after him. You make haste to strip down and fold your clothes leaving them in a little pile on a shelf, leaving your panties on much too aware of the wetness that was pooling into them. You grab your phone and lay down on the table, scrolling through your email and replying to a few new ones from your coworkers, knowing fully well that they can barely get things done without you.

A knock on the door breaks you out of your thoughts and you let out a small noise of acknowledgment that you were ready, slightly hesitant. You watch as Joel opens the door and steps in, eyes immediately flicking to your phone. “Can’t have that out darlin’, this is your time to relax” he says gently, grabbing your phone and setting it down on the shelf next to your clothes. “I’m sure work can wait.'' He shoots you a wink and your face feels flushed. You let your face fall into the cradle, eyes shutting before you feel his hands grazing your body over the sheet slowly. He’s barely touching you, his touch is feather-light, so why do you feel like your body is on fire? His fingers make small circles on your scalp as his thumbs press gently into the base of your neck. Your eyelids flutter softly, the pressure he was applying immediately melting away your stress. His fingers work on your neck, not pressing too hard but not so soft that it wouldn’t help at all. You feel him work in the same place for a few minutes to get rid of a knot, likely from staring down at your phone or hunching over your computer all day, before he takes his hands away.

“Alright sweetheart I'm gonna move the sheet and start on your back, if that’s alright,” you nod into the face rest, letting out a deep breath when his hands hit your skin. You figured his hands would be as strong as the rest of him looks but he was surprisingly gentle and warm. The smell of roses and sandalwood fills your nose as his hands press softly between your shoulder blades. You let out a soft sigh when his fingers dig into your skin “That pressure alright darlin’?”

You manage to mumble out a weak “yes” and let your eyes fall shut again. You don't know why he’s doing this to you, why this man is making you all hot and bothered while he just does his job, but he is. His hands feel like heaven on your lower back, fingers creating circles to try and get a particularly nasty knot out right above your tailbone. A sound leaves your mouth, a little too close to a whimper for your liking and you feel the blood rush to your face but Joel doesn’t even mention it.

“You're real tense sweetheart, it’s a wonder you didn't have to come in before today” he mutters as his fingers work their way back up your spine. A trail of goosebumps follows after his touch as your back almost arches into his hands. Almost. You catch yourself at the last moment, sparing yourself from what would be the most embarrassing experience of your life and would also likely get you banned from the spa, which would truly be painful because lord, did Joel know how to use his hands on you. His fingers were soft yet somehow held just the right amount of strength in them to work your pain away, the way the heels of his palms would dig into your skin when he focused on a specific area, he was just too good at this and it was making you a little bit crazy.

Your eyes were still shut, your body more relaxed than it had ever been when you heard him tell you to flip over so he could work on your legs. In your half-asleep state, you seem to have forgotten that moving too fast will not only make your head spin but will also make the sheet covering you drop. You managed to catch it and pull it over your chest, eyes wide and staring at him. “Oh my god I'm so sorry-” you start but he cuts you off with a shake of his head before clearing his throat.

“‘s alright sweetheart” his eyes flick down to where you were clutching the sheet. Your breasts were spilling out of the top almost obscenely, a small sheen of sweat from the warmth of the table (and his hands) covering your skin. “Just lay back down, ‘m gonna work on those legs now.” He turns to grab the oil again, and you weren’t certain because of the dim lighting in the room, but you could have sworn there was a light blush dusting his cheeks. You lay down with your head in the rest, still clutching the sheet at your chest before he takes it out of your hands and brings it over your chest fully, leaving just your collarbone and neck exposed. He moves to a corner before picking up a bolster to put under your knees to prop them up slightly.

You let your eyes fall shut as you feel his hands skim your calf. You bite back a gasp when his hands, god his hands are huge, encompass your ankle and bring it up out of the sheet, bending it at your knee slightly. You wet your lips with your tongue and find your mouth drier than it had ever been as he moves your leg into a good position for him, your calf almost grazing his chest. You feel yourself clench around nothing and feel your panties dampen at the closeness of him. He lets your foot down, tucking the sheet under your hip so that it doesn't slip out from under you, and you can feel your heartbeat everywhere. His fingers were so strong yet so gentle on your calf, rubbing out the tightness in your legs. As his fingers made their way further up your leg you felt like you were on fire. His hands were pressing into the muscles, nails softly tracing against your inner thigh and it made you feel weak. You couldn’t get the image of those same fingers the ones that were trying to help you relax, rubbing circles over your clit or digging into your hips as he held you in place, out of your mind. It was filthy really, how pent-up you were. How depraved the thoughts you were having about this man, this stranger, were, but you couldn’t help the wetness pooling between your legs from growing. He presses into a specifically sore spot, dragging something between a yelp and moan from your lips. “I'm so sorry-” your words were quiet, barely audible over the light music he had playing in the room. “Don't worry about it sweetheart, just means I’m doing my job right” he was fucking with you. He had to know what he was doing to you. Had to know that while he was working on the muscles of your legs, you wanted those strong fingers inside of you, talking you through orgasm after orgasm with that sweet southern voice.

You close your eyes again, trying to stabilize your heart rate and keep it from pounding out of your chest “Alright sweetheart, I'm gonna wipe you off and then I’m sorry to say, but we are done for the session” You nod your head before feeling the warmth of a hot towel wipe against your legs, attempting to brush the idea of him wiping you up after pumping you full of his cum out of your mind. You take a few deep breaths before he turns the lights up slowly, letting you adjust to the change. “Alright, I'm gonna step out and grab you some water. I’ll meet you up by the front darlin’” You smile at him and say thank you before moving to change into your clothes, knees slightly wobbly from just thinking about him. Your panties are embarrassingly wet when you stand up, and you press your face into your hands trying to shake this out of your system.

You manage to step out of the room without having your knees give out, eyes still slightly blurry from being half asleep through the whole appointment, and walk back out to the reception. You blink a few times, adjusting to the much brighter lighting, and see Joel waiting for you with a cup of water. “Pleasure working on ya sweetheart, I hope I’ll see you again soon” You take the water and say your thank you to him before watching him walk back into the backroom, and oh my god was his butt always that cute?

You turn back to the receptionist with a smile, when she asks how the session went. “Good, yeah no everything was amazing” You bite on the inside of your cheek softly, the ghost of his fingers still on your skin. You get checked out, making sure to give him a hell of a tip and book another session with him in a few weeks. You take his card and twirl it around your fingers as you sit in your car. Joel Miller- Licensed Massage Therapist- Austin, TX. It was going to be a long hard few weeks without seeing him, but you had some ideas on how to keep yourself, and that dull ache in the pit of your stomach occupied, and every single one of them included thinking about Joel Miller and his fingers.

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Chosen For Pleasure (VII)

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“call me as soon as you land so I know you made it safely.” Stella says giving me one last hug.

“I will.” I said squeezing her.

I was boarding my flight to California to see my mom. I thought that Jensen would have at least said goodbye, but he was really busy and I understood that. It wasn’t a terribly long flight to Santa Cruz, I kept my mind occupied with a book. As soon as I got off the plane I saw a familiar face waiting for me. I smiled dropping my bag and ran to hug my mother.

“look at you, you look so different.” my mom said placing a hand to my cheek.

“mom it hasn’t been that long.” I laughed.

“I know, I just mean you look happier, you’re glowing different.” she smiles.

I returned her grin grabbing my stuff and following her to the car.

“Richard is so excited to meet you.”

“you look happier too mom.”

I pulled out my phone to text Stella as I had promised. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing I had a missed called from Jensen. I quickly dialed him.

“thought you forgot about me for some surfer dude already.” He joked as he answered.

“a surfer dude? nah that’s not really my type, I prefer the uptight actors turned businessmen.” I shot back.

“woah woah I am not uptight.”

“just a little.”

��not at all.” He defended.

“whatever you say Ackles.”

there was a moment of silence.

“I uh wanted to tell you to have a good time with your mom, I meant to call but I’ve been trying to negotiate this deal for a new property but uh she’s not biting.”

“she?” I said hesitantly.

“the seller, she’s kind of stubborn, reminds me of someone else I know.”

“I am not stubborn.” I defended quickly.

“just a little.” He laughs mocking me from just seconds earlier.

“okay maybe a little.” I laughed.

His laughter grew too.

“but I can admit my flaws.” I huffed.

“yeah I think I’ll save that conversation for another time, but hey I gotta go, meeting in five minutes.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”

“Say hi to your mom for me.” He said before hanging up the phone.

I could feel the smile on my face get just a bit bigger. He was trying.

Before I knew it we were pulling in to the driveway of my mom’s house. A man stood there waving at me. I watched my mom hop out wrapping her arms around Richard. He leaned down kissing her lips. I was really happy for her. I got out of the car walking to him.

“I’m so happy to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Richard.” He said pulling me in for a hug.

I was nine when my father passed, I remembered him fondly. He was warm and kind. Richard kind of reminds me of him. I could tell I was going to like him. Once I got settled we had dinner, my mom and Richard were telling me the story of how they met. They looked so happy. So in love.

I thought back to Jensen. I wasn’t sure where we stood, we’re we dating, we’re we truly just friends with benefits?I was trying to be patient like Jared said but it was really hard when I felt like he was holding a lot back. I found the more I was with him, the harder it was getting to stay away. I was falling in love with him, and that scared the hell out of me.

Nightfall had come quickly. I said goodnight to my mom and Richard, settling down for the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen. I pulled out my phone sending him a text.

:california is boring without you… but lately everywhere is boring with you.

I bit my lip waiting for a reply. When it didn’t come right away I started to overthink. Was I getting too close? Was that too clingy? I saw the chat bubbles pop up as he typed a reply.

:having dinner with the seller tonight, hoping to finish deal.

:oh, like just you and her?

:don’t worry about it.

I sighed setting my phone on the night stand. Once again he pushes away when I try to get close. My phone buzzed on the side table prompting me to pick it up. I saw it was Jensen calling. I didn’t bother to answer. He told me not to worry, so I wasn’t.

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I awoke to the warm California sun shining in to my eyes. I checked my phone seeing three missed calls from Jensen. I sighed about to redial him when my mom burst in to the room.

“get dressed, we’re going to the country club for breakfast, they have the best mimosas you’ve ever tasted!”

I laughed at her antics.

Jensen could wait. I needed a drink.

I threw on a simple sundress meeting my mom in the car. I took in the beautiful sights as she drove. I had never been to a country club before, but this place was pretty nice. We sat down ordering two mimosas.

“so, tell me about this guy.” my mom smiled sipping her drink.

Of course she wanted to talk about Jensen.

“what do you want to know?” I asked taking large gulps of mine.

Damn these were good.

“I don’t know, everything.”

I scoffed choking back a laugh. So would I.

“Uh there’s not much to know, he’s kind of closed off.” I said before chewing my bottom lip.

“what do you mean darling?”

“I mean, it’s complicated mama, one minute everything’s great and the next he shuts down. It’s like he’s afraid of me getting too close, so he pushes me away.”

I sighed chugging the rest of my drink. I definitely needed this.

“maybe he is, did I ever tell you that your dad was engaged when I met him?”

“no, what happened!?”

“long story short she ended up cheating on him, he was broken, he couldn’t trust anyone, not even me. It took awhile to break down his walls, but I knew your dad was special, so I kept trying. If you think this Jensen is worth it keep trying.”

I was quiet as I took in her words.

“I think I’m going to need another one of these.” I laughed holding up my empty glass.

A waiter brought me another mimosa. I took a big sip pulling out my phone to call Jensen back. Suddenly a text came through making me choke on my drink.

:might want to go easy on those mimosas, don’t want a repeat of last time you drank.

“holy shit.”

“what’s a matter honey?”

“It’s Jensen, he’s here.” I choked.

At my words Jensen walked up in his usual suit and tie attire.

“what? how?” I asked sitting my drink down.

I could see my mom smirk as she looked up at him.

“Ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jensen Ackles.” he said shaking my mother’s hand.

“nice to meet you.” she said.

she looked between me and Jensen.

“I’ll give you a minute.”

I watched her walk away before turning to him.

“what are you doing here?” I asked picking up my drink again sipping it.

“you didn’t answer my calls, I thought something happened to you.”

“no Jensen that was called me ignoring you.” I said rolling my eyes.

“okay I deserved that.”

“how was your dinner?” I sassed.

“very productive and professional, I closed the deal.” He said laughing at my jealousy.

“well then congratulations I guess.”

“and I’m here to take you out to celebrate.”

“wait what?”

“just come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said offering his hand.

“where too?”

“It’s a surprise.” He laughed.

“I think I met my quota on surprises. Plus I can’t just leave my mom.” I spoke.

“of course you can…” she said popping up out of nowhere.

“of course you can.” Jensen repeated once again extending his hand.

I looked between him and my mother heaving a sigh as I grabbed his hand.

“I promise to have her back before dinner.” Jensen said winking at my mom.

He led me out to a rental car, I was surprised to see Cole waiting with the door open.

“you brought Cole too?” I asked giving Cole a smile.

“Ms. (L/N).” He said nodding his head as I climbed in the backseat.

“I mean he does work for me.” Jensen laughed.

“Poor Cole.” I smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes at my teasing.

Cole started to drive. It was quiet as Jensen rested a hand on my knee. I can’t believe he came all this way to see me.

“Jensen why did you come here?” I asked biting my lip.

“Ouch you’re not happy to see me? Is it the surfer dude? It is isn’t it?” He jokes turning towards me.

“you know I’m always happy to see you, I’m just surprised is all.”

“I told you to celebrate.” He said not meeting my eyes.

“you came all this way to celebrate.?” I asked not believing him.

“yeah, a good thing happened to me and I wanted to share that with you.” He said simply.

I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.” I said smiling.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He smirked.

I playfully slapped his chest. I looked out the window as the car stopped.

“a dock?” I questioned.

“come on.” He smiled pulling me out of the car.

I saw a big yacht docked in the water.

“we’re going on that?” I asked smiling.

“yep.” He said pulling me onboard.

He pulled me on deck letting me look around. I had never been on a boat before so this was a new experience for me. Jensen disappeared down in the cabin, trading his suit and tie for just a pair of board shorts.

I swallowed looking at his toned chest. I had seen him naked already but somehow it still always got me flustered. He smirked at me before going to the wheel.

“wait you’re sailing this thing? I laughed coming to stand beside him.

“yep, and you’re going to help me.” He smiled starting to depart from the dock.

“I don’t think you want me to help, I mean do you want to crash?” I joked.

“It’s okay, it’s a private bay, can’t crash into the water.” He said.

The boat picked up speed as he sailed further and further into the bay. I felt so at peace as the wind blew through my hair. I couldn’t fight the smile that I donned. I noticed Jensen watching me intently.

“come on, you’re taking the wheel.” Jensen said pulling me in front of him.

“no I can’t.” I laughed nervously.

“I got you don’t worry.” He said placing a soft kiss to my neck.

He put his hands on top of mine, showing me how to sail the ship.

“Jensen don’t let go.” I laughed.

“I have too, you’ll be fine.”

Jensen moved his hands settling them around my waist as he held me against him.

“Oh my gosh I’m doing it!”

He laughed pecking my cheek. He took the wheel again slowing the boat to a stop. I walked to the edge looking at the beautifully calm water. Jensen came to my side, climbing over the railing and standing over the edge.

“what are you doing?”

“swimming.” He said jumping off in to the water below.

He submerged only for a second before popping back up.

“well what are you waiting for?” He asked calling up to me.

“you’re crazy.” I yelled.

“please for me?” He called smiling.

I bit my lip, finally letting my secret slip.

“don’t laugh, but I can’t swim.” I said my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

He didn’t laugh.

“Don’t worry I got you.” He said for the second time today.

I sighed shaking my head before pulling my sundress over my head so I was just in my bra and underwear. I nervously looked at the water.

Was I really doing this?

I closed my eyes jumping in feet first. In an instant my body was engulfed in the cool water. I panicked momentarily before I felt warm hands go to my waist. Jensen smiled as he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we floated in the water.

“see you’re okay.” He said holding me up.

“you’re crazy.” I laughed my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“Me? You’re the one jumping in to the ocean when you don’t know how to swim.” He joked giving me a wink.

“I find that my logic usually goes out the window with you Mr. Ackles.” I whispered.

“is this more?” He asked bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.

“huh?”

“At Jared’s you told me that you needed more, is this more?” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was really concerned what my answer would be.

I thought back to that day. I didn’t think he was really listening to me, but it turns out I was very wrong.

“so much more.” I smiled wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.

I pulled back to see him staring at me.

“what is it?” I asked feeling a blush come to my cheeks.

“I just like seeing you smile.” He whispered looking in my eyes.

I swallowed nervously as his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. He leaned in resting his forehead against mine. I could hear his breathing become shaky. He gulped as he moved his lips a little closer. I parted mine waiting and desperate for the contact but he quickly pulled away looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry I can’t, just not right now.” He said turning his face away from me.

I grabbed his chin quickly making him face me again.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” I said running a hand across the back of his neck.

I could see behind his eyes that someone really hurt him, it killed me to not know.

“what was her name?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t answer just swallowed nervously.

“who did this to you? who made you feel like this?” I asked getting emotional.

“It’s in the past now. Come on it’s getting late, we should start heading back. He said swimming over to the ladder at the side of the boat.

He helped me on, pushing me up so I could pull myself out of the water. He pulled himself up with ease going back to the wheel. I sighed pulling my sundress back on. Jensen was silent as he sailed us back to the dock. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, leaving a trail of kisses on his back up to his neck. Once we docked the boat Jensen turned around in my arms pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.

We stood there a minute in each others embrace.

“thank you for this, and for not making fun of my inability to swim.” I said offering him a smile.

He chuckled a little. He opened his mouth to reply but his phone ringing caught him off guard. He quickly answered, eyebrows furrowing with worry at whoever was talking.

“yeah, okay I’ll be right there.” He spoke before hanging up.

“everything okay?” I asked concerned.

“yeah just something came up at work.” He said grabbing my hand.

“come on Cole can drop you back at your moms house.”

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“are you sure you can’t stay one more day sweetheart?” my mom asked as she hugged me for what seemed like the millionth time.

“I wish I could mama.” I said giving her a kiss on her cheek.

I pulled away wrapping my arms around Richard.

“take care of her for me won’t you?” I whispered in his ear.

“of course darling.”

I gave my mother one last hug before boarding my plane. It was another quiet plane ride. I was exhausted and just ready to be home. I was surprised to find Cole standing in the airport holding a sign with my name on it.

“did you think I wouldn’t recognize you Cole?” I asked laughing.

“Mr. Ackles requests your presence at his estate.” Cole said taking my bag from me and leading me out to his car.

“Is everything okay, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss anything Ms. (L/N).”

“Is Jensen okay?” I panicked.

“He’s a little preoccupied I’m afraid.”

I got sick with nerves as we drove to his house. Everything seemed fine when he left. I jumped out of the car before Cole could bring it to a complete stop, running inside.

“Jensen?” I called.

I was relieved to see him sitting on the stairs, hunched over with something in his lap. I walked over closer to him.

“Jensen?” I said placing a hand on his arm.

He quickly shrugged it off, standing up and glaring at me.

“what’s going on?”

“you tell me.” He growled dropping a newspaper at my feet.

I picked it up, shocked to see Jensen and I on the front page. We were standing on the yacht wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t just that but under the picture was my name printed clearly.

“so the paparazzi caught us..?” I asked trying to understand the situation.

“It was a private bay they shouldn’t have been able to, unless of course someone tipped them off.” He said glaring at me.

Did he seriously think I would do something like that?

“Jensen you can’t be serious, I didn’t even know where we were going how could I have possibly done that?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know (y/n) how did they get all that information in the paper huh? How did they know I introduced you to the cast? How did they know I won’t kiss you huh? How did they know about our arrangement? HOW DID THEY KNOW?” He yelled in my face.

I shrunk back as he raised his voice. I never did well with people raising their voice at me, but when he did it, it felt like knives going into my chest.

“I don’t know but I didn’t say anything Jensen I swear.” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks.

“God I’m so stupid. You’re just like her. Fuck.” Jensen growls grabbing a vase of flowers angrily hurling it against the wall.

The vase shatters on impact making me jump.

“Jensen please you have to believe me.” I begged reaching my hand out but he stopped me.

“you’re just like her.” He said the hurt evident in his eyes.

“Jensen I have no clue what you’re talking about because you don’t tell me ANYTHING. I’ve tried to be understanding but this is crazy. I would never sell you out to some sleazy journalist.” I yelled feeling my emotions on overload.

“I think you should leave.” He said sitting back on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.

I could feel my heart breaking.

“I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered desperately wiping some tears that fell.

He glances up at me quickly before glancing back down.

“well you shouldn’t, this was never a relationship.” He huffed.

“If I walk out that door I’m not coming back.” I said taking a shaky breath, the tears flowing like a waterfall.

He didn’t respond, just continued to stare at the floor. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.

I left.

I left without another word, without looking back.

I left.

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Supposed To Be Like This

Pairing: Reader x Javier Pena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, this is passionate smut and sex, unprotected sex, p in v, swear words, verbal fighting

Summary: The only rule was to never catch any feelings for one another, but both of you break that rule

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"Can't you get it through your head I don't want you Y/N." His words like poison to your ears a lump forming in your throat. "I can't fucking stand you."

"I know that's not true." You bit back refusing to believe any words he told you. "You don't mean any of that."

"It is one hundred percent the truth." He spat as his blue eyes looked deep into yours.

"Stop playing these games and admit the real truth." Your voice well above a normal tone now as you felt yourself becoming more upset.

"I don't know what else I have to say to you." He rolled his eyes as he paced around throwing his hands up. "I don't fucking want to be with you."

"Don't believe you." Sniffling as you tried to stand your ground on his true feelings for you. "I know exactly how you feel about me."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He scoffed in disbelief as he looked your figure up and down. "Do you hear yourself?"

"Do you hear yourself?" Repeating his question back to him making him quiet down his shoulders tensing.

"Can't you see I don't want to be with you Y/N." His tone hushed and calmer making your lower lip tremble.

"Stop lying to yourself Javi." Feeling a tear roll down your cheek his eyes watching the liquid fall to the ground. "You and I both know the truth."

"Your delusional." No matter how harsh his words were you weren't backing down on this matter.

His cheeks were starting to turn a shade of red, and you knew he was becoming overwhelmed. He never wanted to admit to himself that he was falling for his co worker and best friend. No matter how much his heart and mind were telling him to tell you the truth.

It was supposed to just be a short fling nothing serious. Next thing you know the two of you are around each other more than you expected. In fact the two of you depended on one another, and felt lost and empty when the other wasn't there.

The sex was absolutely mind blowing you could feel it all the way in your toes. There was never a moment when you two weren't trying to touch each other in some way. Sneaking off to empty rooms to have your way with each other.

Everyone at work was constantly questioning both of you, and were suspicious something more was going on. Of course both of you denied what everyone else was gossiping about. They even teased the two of you saying you were secret lovers.

Both of you standing there looking at each other silently pushing the other to talk. The only sounds that could be heard was his heavy breathing, and your heart pounding in your chest.

"This wasn't supposed to happen like this." He finally spoke as he sat down on the bed hands in his lap. "None of this was supposed to happen."

"You think I was prepared for any of this to happen?" Your question rhetorical as you stepped in front of him now. "But I can't hide it from you."

"We both agreed no feelings and no attachments." Reminding not only you but himself on the rules you set in place.

"I guess I broke the number one rule we made." Confessing to him feeling his hands moving up and down your hips. "You did too."

"We should have never done this." Grabbing one of your hands looking at your fingers as he softly kissed your knuckles. "But I don't regret any of it."

"I'm sorry cariño." He spoke as he lifted his head to look up at you hands grabbed your hips pulling your body towards him so you belly button was aligned with his nose. "I was being a dick."

"Yes you were." You agreed making him smile as you felt him press his forehead against your stomach holding you close. "I'm sorry too."

"For what?" He quizzically looked at you scrunching his eyebrows in confusion.

"For forcing you to confess your true feelings for me." Looking down ashamed not wanting him to see you tearing up again. "I was wrong for pushing you like that."

"No you weren't." His words surprised you as he looked at him his eyes glued to yours. "I needed you to push me."

"Do you hate me?" Timidly asking him as you felt the tears threatening to spill a look of panic washed over him seeing you become distraught.

"God no of course I don't hate you." A hand reached up to caress your cheek moving to your jaw cupping it in his hand leaning into his touch.

Staring down at him as you felt him pressing his lips to your stomach. Tangling your hands in his hair as he slowly lifted the sides of your shirt so he could feel your skin. A tingle running up your spine with such a soft touch.

Standing up his eyes locked on yours as he grabbed your hands in his. Turning you around so your back was facing the bed. Laying down so he was on top of you his mouth attaching to your lips.

His kisses were slow and sensual a passion surging through his body into yours. It felt like the world was slowly turning, and you never wanted it to end. The air was thick and heavy with lust.

Your hands wrapping around his back to be sure to keep him close to you. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you felt him gently grinding his front against yours. A whimper leaving your lips when you felt his hardening erection press into you.

"God I want you so badly sweetheart." Whispering in your ear as a hand reached to grab your thigh rubbing the skin up and down.

"Then take me." Looking directly into his eyes as your chest was heaving up and down already out of breathe.

"You drive me crazy." He mumbled he he sat up lifting his shirt off his body your eyes moving down his toned body.

Leaning on your elbows as you watched him pulling his pants off. Biting your lower lip as you felt a wet spot forming in your panties. Squeezing your thighs together trying to ease the pressure between your legs.

Lifting yourself up pulling your shirt off tossing it to the side. Reaching back. To unclasp your bra exposing your breasts the cold air hitting them your nipples becoming erect. His eyes roamed your figure up and down licking his lips as he did.

"You are so beautiful cariño." Shaking his head in disbelief that you were actually his.

"Oh shut up." You shook your head with a smile making him smirk at you.

"I've never seen a more beautiful woman than you." His voice soothing every insecurity you've ever had knowing he wasn't lying when he said this.

Leaning forward his lips attached to your collarbones kissing the flesh making you lean your head back. Biting your bottom lip to the point you almost drew blood.

His kisses moved to your chest sucking on both nipples leaving behind a string of saliva. Swirling his tongue around the hardened nub until he softly bit down on it making you giggle as you swatted his shoulder.

Moving further down under the breast making you moan as you wrapped your hand around his neck. It was like he was paying attention to your body, and wanting to hit all your sweet and soft spots.

"Oh god Javi." Whispering as his kisses moved down to your stomach moving his tongue along your flesh.

“Say my name again cariño.” Loving the way his name dripped from your lips.

“Javi.” Saying his name much more sensually.

Looking up at you his hands gripped your shorts slowly pulling them down your legs. Spreading your legs apart he kissed the insides of your thighs getting closer to where you wanted him to touch you the most.

"Fuck you're dripping." He groaned as he looked between your legs to see exactly how wet you were for him.

Laying down fully on your back as he stripped you of your panties. Letting your senses take over you as he pressed a firm kiss against your folds.

A hand reaching down to grip his hair as he placed his tongue to your clit, and swirled it around making your hips jolt.

"Still so delicious for me." He growled as he spread your folds apart to get a closer look at you making your cheeks feel like they were on fire. "I have to have you now."

Sitting up on his knees he grabbed your ankles pulling them apart. Stroking his cock a few times maintaining eye contact with you the whole time watching as your body writhed on the bed silently begging him.

"Please fuck me Javier." Whining as you reached out to grab him a grin appearing on his face.

"I'm not just gonna fuck you." His tone soft and sensual as he rubbed your upper thighs. "I'm gonna make love to you."

Leaning forward grabbing the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your soaked entrance. Mouth hanging open as he watched you grind your hips up and down motivating him to push in.

"Fuuuck me." Moaning as he slowly pressed all the way inside of you breathing heavily as you adjusted around him.

"Know how to take me so well sweetheart." His eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort, and he found none. "God you feel so good."

"Move Javi please." Hearing the use of his call sign has him rutting his hips back, and pushing forward again.

"Pussy driving me crazy." He groaned as he leaned forward on his hands on either side of your face. "This pussy is all mine cariño."

Giggling at his possessive words as you moved your hands from his arms to his thighs. Feeling your body move against the bed with every thrust that he made. His body sweating on top of yours trapping you in his heat.

"Just like that." Crying out as you felt his tip ran into your sweet spot his motions never ceasing. "Oh god just like that."

"I love hearing you beg for my cock." Smirking down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck kissing and sucking on it until blood was rising to the surface.

The grip he had on your hips had you feeling pain, but it was also heightening the pleasure. Feeling your skin burn as he hold onto a section of flesh.

It had your toes curling making your pussy clench around Javier’s cock. This experience was so much more intimate and passionate than anytime before.

Feeling his cock twitching inside of you knowing he's close. He was trying to hold himself back and wanted to wait until you felt your release.

It was a matter of seconds before your body was going to explode in ecstasy. Whimpers and moans slipping past your lips unable to control yourself anymore.

"Cum all over my cock sweetheart." Saying as he pulled out and drilled all the way in making you scream as you gripped his back dragging your nails down leaving marks.

"Wanna watch that pretty face come undone." His cheeks were red and a bead of sweat was forming on his forehead. "It's my cock that's making you feel so good."

Leaning up his hands pushed against your inner knees keeping them open as he snapped his hips into yours. Feeling his cock all the way in your stomach.

Watching as your breasts moved back and forth a hand reaching down to grab one, and pinch the nipple making you gasp.

"Could stay like this all day." Grunting as he looked down to where you two were connected.

Following his eyes as you looked down watching as his thick cock disappeared inside of you. Seeing your juices coating him as he pulled out making a squishing noise.

"Javi." Crying out his name as you felt a coil in your stomach making you snap as you arched your back.

"Fuckin a baby." He groaned as he snapped his cock deep inside staying there as he coated your walls with his cum.

His body laying limp on top of yours before giving your forehead a quick kiss. Rolling over so he was laying next to you both of you out of breathe.

"I'm sorry." He shakily spoke as you turned to look at him a tear running down his cheek. "God I'm so sorry."

"What I said before." He started to say as he took a gulp watching his Adam's apple bob. "I didn't mean any of it."

"I know you didn't." Nodding your head fully believing he was being a dick on purpose.

"I just wanted to say-." The words stuck in bud throat but you knew what he was wanting to say.

"Javi I know." Turning your body so it was facing him as you placed a hand on top of his sweaty chest. "I love you too.

"I love you so much Y/N." Turning to face you grabbing your face placing his soft lips on yours.

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jiminjamms · 6 months

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sex therapy :: 22. little dark age

chapter tags/warnings: megumi is very mean but he's very uwu in the end. dad! toji. angsty! megumi. family drama. mentions of death. classism. strong language.

word count: 4.2k

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The next morning, you woke up alone in Toji’s bed.

Sunlight filtered into the room through the lace curtains, the brash beams softened into a gentle glow, a cinnamon and honeysuckle candle flickering in the corner.

While you could be disappointed that Toji’s warm presence was not beside you, this was your chance to stretch out on the mattress and rub at your eyes, feeling the crisp sheets against your skin.

With your mind growing more alert, memories from last night made their way back into your mind: how Toji touched you, kissed you, fucked you, made you feel so sexy. Only he could make you feel like he was the luckiest man alive. That you were the only girl in the world.

Like an idiot, you curled into a smiling and giggling ball, kicking your feet in a flustered bout.

Even with six months of marriage under your belt, it was actually…weird, to remember sex as something enjoyable and fun, rather than an obligatory action.

Sure, Toji might view last night as normal given his abundant sexual endeavors in the past. But this was totally a different thing for you. Naoya had never bothered with ‘unnecessary acts’ like aftercare, after all.

Hell, he could not even care to look at you most nights.

Several weeks back, you would have been racked with guilt.

However, you have recently discovered a renewed sense of self-worth, a belief in your own agency and right to pursue happiness outside your tattered marriage. This was the realization that, if Naoya Zenin could feel like he could do whatever he wanted, you could too.

You could do better.

Toji had said so himself.

Not to mention, with Toji, you were heard.

You were understood.

With him, you were special.

Keeping these thoughts in mind, you practically hopped toward the bathroom and washed up, then skipped down to the lower level to search for him. Looking for him didn’t take long when the kitchen bustled the sounds of cupboards being opened then closed, the clatter of metal forks against porcelain plates.

You rushed in that direction, unconsciously smiling at how thoughtful Toji was to be preparing breakfast. He must be anticipating you to be awake soon (and how surprised he would be to see that you had risen from your slumber already!).

So you can imagine how disappointed you were when you turned into the kitchen doorway, ready to implode from giddiness, and Toji was not the person you saw.

Rather, you found Toji’s son.

Megumi did not even notice you at first.

He leaned over the kitchen island, his upper body shifted onto the one forearm that rested casually on the counter’s surface, his free hand swiping at his phone. His gaze was locked onto the device which was why he had not sensed your presence, instead occupied with reading his friends’ texts and chuckling to himself as he scrolled through the messages.

Megumi looked like a completely different person now that he wasn’t clearly pissed off.

The contrast was like night and day.

His morning appearance was remarkably neat. With the abundant lighting, his tall and fair features became clear, with sparkling dark eyes that glimmered like the evening sky. He had taken off his rings and been wrapped snugly in a baggy brown pajama set.

For once, he looked…soft and sweet, and when he laughed heartily at his screen, everything in his smile was a reminder that this young man was nothing but a kid in the end.

Briefly, you did not want to believe that this was the same anguished teenager you had encountered last night. All over, you searched for one singular flaw. A loose strand. A crack in his lips. A budding, rosy pimple. But, with Megumi, there was nothing.

How could this possibly be the same person who accused you of being a demon, who lashed at his father for thinking with his dick rather than his head? As you wondered how your plain presence could turn such an innocent boy into someone filled with contempt, your heart filled with chagrin.

“Yuuji, this bumbling idiot,” he snickered quietly at a video from his friends. As he pressed replay, he brutally stabbed an apple slice with his fork and popped that bit into his mouth. “If your older brother hasn’t already, Nobara is definitely going to whoop your ass.”

Still chuckling, he shifted his weight, leaning from one arm to another, and that…was when he spotted you.

Quickly, his grin fell flat.

“Oh,” you heard him mumble.

Even a half-brained goldfish could tell Megumi was horribly disappointed to see you here. He straightened up a bit, chalking up the invisible and seemingly impenetrable wall that you recognized from last night.

Megumi didn’t want to smile. He didn’t want to be your friend. For all he cared, you only stopped by for a few hours in his life, and he had no obligation or expectations to ever see you again.

So, with that, the atmosphere became thick and awkward.

Horribly awkward.

“H-Hey,” you uttered, unsure of what else to say as the gloomy teenager turned around toward the refrigerator and effectively ignored your presence.

He did a terrific job in avoiding your gaze as he reached for an orange juice carton and a new glass, pouring himself a drink in silence once he returned to the kitchen island. Since you were older, you shouldn't feel humiliated by how you were being treated like a fly on the wall by an eighteen-year-old.

Yet, you were.

Megumi made you feel irrelevant and insignificant, as though all idiosyncrasies that made you feel helpless in your marriage came to haunt you through him.

He could hardly bother to glance in your direction even as he downed his drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did. Then, once his glass sat empty, he treated himself to another cup.

All in silence.

When Megumi finally decided that, fine, he could not simply pretend you didn’t exist forever, he turned to face you and asked, “Why are you still here?”

The question caught you unprepared, leaving you frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

Although Megumi didn’t roll his eyes on the spot (which probably demanded great self-control from himself), he leveled a piercing stare that bore right into yours. For a moment, his looks resembled his father’s greatly, but the intensity in his indigo eyes was nearly palpable, like a spear that grazed along your throat.

Instantly, your mouth dried at the scrutiny, his look disapproving and judgeful.

Perhaps you should head to the water cooler, hoping to rehydrate yourself and avoid his direct line of sight in the process. He left you unsettled with how he examined you with narrowed eyes, likely sending death wishes your way.

“I’m here because—”

You paused.

Here because your father and I fucked last night in the bathroom two doors down from you.

No. In times like these, honesty was not the best policy. Knowing this, you felt more exposed than ever in Megumi’s presence and tugged at your shirt collar to cover the dark marks on your neck, but the teenager had already seen them all.

“Unbelievable,” he scoffed, his eyelid twitching with irritation.

Megumi slammed his glass down in exasperation (which, to your amazement, did not shatter despite the force), and he stormed into the next room over.

His signs were clear that he would rather not spend another minute talking to you, but you persistently trailed behind him. There was still a lot to understand about him. At the very least, you would like to sort things out.

On the other hand, he wanted to avoid all that, escaping into the library. Even with your goal for conversation, you had to slow down in awe to admire the newly discovered space. A grand brick fireplace occupied the wall opposite the entrance, a magnificent woodblock painting hanging above the mantel as plush beanbag chairs encircled the hearth. Shelves crafted from dark cherry wood lined the rest of the vicinity's perimeter, showcasing not only an impressive literary collection but also antique figurines and framed family photos.

“Leave me alone,” Megumi deadpanned amidst your amazement. "My dad's busy on a call in his home office upstairs, but that doesn't mean you should be following me now."

He could never let up on you, could he?

“Well, no one ever said I was following you.”

“Yes, you totally are. Why else are you tailing me here?”

You shrugged. “Because this is a nice apartment, and I’m just exploring.”

“Well, I’m sure you live in a very nice place too, given who your husband is.”

A small part of you was still amazed at how publicized your life was given your ties to the Zenin Corporation’s CEO, but you had been growing accustomed to the attention in recent weeks.

“I like the aesthetics here, though. Drawing inspiration for my own place.”

“Whatever,” he grumbled in finality but did not miss how you stopped at one particular framed photo. Immediately, he rushed to your side, the proximity introducing you to his grapefruit fragrance that was accompanied by ambery cedar notes. Forcefully, he swung his sleeve in front of your face and hampered your view. “Nuh-uh! Don’t be nosy.”

“I’m not being nosy!” you protested. “That was your baby picture—”

“Yes, exactly. So, you are nosy,” said a Megumi trying to hide his embarrassment. “You’re a dreadfully nosy, horribly pushy, and appallingly insistent old snooper.”

“Old snooper?!”

Sure, you weren’t a high schooler anymore, but that didn’t mean you were old.

“Control yourself,” Megumi went on, ignoring how offended you have become. “You’re victimizing us all.”

While Megumi’s original mission was to slink away and enjoy his personal space, he now decided that he had to monitor your every movement instead, worried about what other awfully cute childhood photos you might come across if left alone. Knowing there was no use in arguing with a stubborn teenager, you took your gaze away from the photos and spotted a large maroon pennant plastered above the doorway.

“Oh, Harvard?” you asked,

“Yes, my dad completed his college degree there. Double major in economics in psychology,” he stated matter-of-factly, not that you were surprised. “That, and I’ll be starting school there this fall.”

“Oh, congratulations!" you praised (and questioned why Harvard would accept a cynic like him) before using this chance to make some meaningful conversation. "My husband also went to school in the United States as well. He could give advice about starting university in a foreign country. He went to—”

“Yes, Yale.”

Wow. Just how many hours did Megumi Fushiguro spend on Naoya Zenin's Wikipedia page? Obsessed much.

Creepy, even.

“Well, look who’s the snooper now,” you teased the boy, jokingly pointing out how he seemed to know more about you than you knew about him.

But perhaps, that was a terrible idea.

Megumi stopped, falling quiet as he turned back slowly to face you. His lips were pressed, as though he internally debated what charged and hateful thing to say next.

How dare you involve yourself in his matters? How dare you use his words against him? Arrogance was never a classy trait. So, how dare you challenge Megumi, an incoming freshman at one of the best universities in the world, while you were a sidepiece in Japan’s aristocracy.

You braced yourself, expecting a barrage of insults, until he asked, “Are you feeling better since yesterday night?”

Caught off guard, you froze, not sure if you heard him right.

Meanwhile, Megumi did not meet your gaze. He almost appeared ashamed to do so, regarding the nearby bookshelf instead, his long fingers running over the wooden engravings.

The room, once filled with apprehension, now held a rare glimmer—a shred of kindness that left you realizing how complex the teenager was.

To respect his space, you stayed put from where you stood, the library growing quiet while waiting for your answer.

“I am better, thank you for asking.”

While Megumi tilted his chin forward in thought, he still did not glance your way. He stayed silent for a long while, sucking on his teeth.

“Sorry,” the boy spoke up again. With his head hung low, he took in a deep breath through his nostrils before admitting, “I know I'm a complete asshole sometimes.”

This, naturally, was the last thing expected from the younger Fushiguro. Observing him from your position, you noticed how his features softened as he thumbed through the shelved pages of one book.

Was this real?

Five minutes ago, this was Angsty Megumi. The don’t-bother-me Megumi. The hated-your-fucking-guts Megumi.

Yet suddenly, he began apologizing. While Toji presumably had some influence in bringing about this change, Megumi appeared to mean what he said given his idle fidgeting.

The easier—and frankly, more childish—comeback was to make a scene and accuse him back. After all, Megumi’s slander and actions had torn a hundred gashes at your fragile heart, but you knew better than to hold grudges at your age. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Another silence, this break twice as long as the last. He continued to drill his stare into something far less interesting, but only because he seemed hesitant to speak more. His lips parted and then closed as he visibly fought with himself regarding his next words.

“This doesn’t mean I trust you, though.”

Oh. Just when you thought you advanced two steps ahead, you had merely been circling around square one. Right, you should have expected that because this was only the first time you two were holding some semblance of a civil dialogue. But, despite all this internal rationalization, that didn’t make your disappointment any less.

“That…is fair,” you replied, trying to mask the rejection in your tone though the defeatedness still bled through.

“Look,” Megumi started quietly.

He sighed and ran a hand down his dark hair. When he finally turned to you again, gone was the outright scorn that once dwelled in his eyes, replaced by a countenance far more sad. His lips pursed into a strained line, his forehead marked with concern, and brows furrowed ever so slightly.

“I don’t know what your intentions are. Just…please don’t hurt my dad.”

Your chest tightened.

Megumi could judge you for all he wanted, but you felt unfairly blamed. He had said something similar last night. What could you—a young and inexperienced housewife to the Zenin family, yourself with no real power—possibly do to hurt Toji?

“I don’t know what you mean.”

The boy stared at his feet, rocking on his heels. “Dad’s been through a lot. All to protect me. But, as an unfortunate result, he had made several awful decisions in the past to the point I feel like I am the one watching out for him instead. Ever since my mother passed away, he had been a mess.”

Ever since his mother passed away.

While you were aware that Toji had an ongoing affair with ‘Tsumiki’s mom,’ you had not stopped before to think about Toji’s other past wife who must be Megumi’s mom, much less wrap your head around the possibility that the latter no longer existed in this world.

Not that you were to blame.

Toji, who preferred to keep many private matters to himself, didn’t mention his first wife in conversations before, her premature death being a likely reason.

This might be rude, but you had to ask, “What happened to your mother?”

Megumi had expected the question, putting on a front to seem tough and act as though the past didn’t bother him. Yet, pain flashed visibly across his face.

“Involved in an accident many years ago. She was an event coordinator and traveled to Canada to visit a vendor when she crossed an intersection, and then…”

He paused.

Even though you had an inkling about what he was to do next, adrenaline coursed through as Megumi raised his outstretched fingers and collided them to create the letter T.

“Boom. Gone.”

Your heart sank.

How come no one had ever mentioned this to you before?

While you could understand why Toji did not want to discuss this traumatic event, the other therapists never brought up their leader's tragic history either. Therefore, the realization wrecked you—to think about how a young woman’s life could vanish from an unpredictable freak accident, leaving behind a husband who could never tell his wife that he loved her one last time and a son who could never feel his mother’s tender affection again.

“That’s horrendous,” was the most appropriate reaction you could conjure to sum up your thousand thoughts. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know…”

Your voice trailed off.

Despite the time to process, you still didn’t know the proper verbiage. Only now were you scratching the surface regarding who Toji and Megumi Fushiguro truly were, and you could only wonder what else there was to know about them.

“Don’t say sorry to me.” Noticing your loss for words, Megumi had interjected. “I don’t remember much about my mom since I was seven when she passed, so not that I really care anyway.”

A lie. The teenager tried to seem unbothered, but his voice wavered. Even Megumi himself must have noticed how he began choking up a little, turning away to distract his sadness.

“My dad, though…” Megumi continued, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand the rest. “He truly loved my mom.” After propping his elbow against a nearby shelf, he rested his head on his palm and sighed. “He had given up everything just to be with her.”

Both warmth and sadness shone through like he was retelling a bittersweet story of star-crossed lovers—two people deeply in love yet destined to be apart.

“I see.”

“Dad has not been the same since,” the boy continued to explain. “He slept around a bunch and got charmed by some pretty lady. Blinded, my dad got married to her and life had been a living hell afterward—treated me like a bag of shit, spent all my dad’s money on her shopping sprees every weekend, and even neglected her own daughter—my stepsister—which forced my dad to raise her instead.” In the end, Megumi huffed loudly in exasperation and seethed in anger, his hands balled into fists that turned his knuckles white. “A fucking bitch.”

He’s talking about Tsumiki’s mom, you realized.

“They’ve gotten divorced, no?” you inquired, referring to Toji and his second wife.

“Thank all the Shinto gods, they did! About several months ago, yes. Would have taken their marriage certificate into my own hands if they hadn’t by now!” Megumi exclaimed, extending his hands out to rip an imaginary piece of paper for illustrative purposes. “That…That whore did my father really dirty during the years they were together. No, the craziest shit is that she continues to bother my dad all the fucking time.” Scoffing, he threw his arms into the air. “She’s got a new shiny boy toy, so why is she still trying to bother the ex-husband that she placed the divorce papers in front of?”

His eyes slid to observe you, as though he attempted to read through your thoughts or elicit some reaction. Therefore, when you did not, Megumi simply continued.

“I am this close,” he leaned forward, bringing his thumb and index closer just about together, “ this close to placing a restraining order on that lunatic. For my sake, for my stepsister Tsumiki’s sake, and for my father’s sake.” Then, he dropped his hands down in one long sigh. “Therefore, I hope you can understand why I have trust issues.”

With this newfound information, you finally understood why Megumi had been so hostile to you during your first few encounters with him. He had a good reason to be. With all these years gone by, he hadn’t seen anything good come out of his father’s escapades ever since his mother’s passing, and Megumi was desperate and determined to protect what he had left.

Like you, Megumi knew that Toji deserved none of this.

Toji did not deserve to agonize alone after his first wife’s untimely death, he did not deserve to be taken advantage of by his second wife who sought opportunity in his heart’s emptiness, and he did not deserve the suffering of having no one by his side to comfort him during these times.

Seriously, how could you possibly be complaining about bad sex to a man whose lowest lows tortured him far beyond your comprehension? Juxtaposing your therapist’s tragedy—from loss to grief to betrayal—against yours made your problems seem minuscule compared to the vast amount in his. Even though Toji suffered through many colossal heartaches, he still lived, smiled, and gave each day his all, living through the halcyon days of sunshine.

Meanwhile, Megumi stared at the ring that was already on your finger. “Are you going to marry my dad?"

Spit nearly catapulted past your mouth.

“What?” you blurted, dumbfounded.

“I don’t want another stepmother,” Megumi clarified, assuming that the answer to his question would be yes. “I just want a mother.” He crossed his arms and hugged himself, the loneliness evident in his orotund voice. “I…want to know what having a mom feels like again.”

You could feel and see, for the first time since you two met, the vulnerability that resided within Megumi. A side that would only come out whenever he thought about his childhood, which must have been filled with love, joy, and beautiful memories.

Seeing this made your heart tear with sympathy.

Because, in him, you saw a reflection of yourself.

“Back when I was in high school, my mother passed away after a long battle with kidney cancer,” you divulged, recognizing and validating his sorrow. "The immediate years after were extremely difficult for me because I had known my mother for so long in my life, and I sought a presence that could replace hers. My father, like yours, recognized my struggles and took it upon himself to fill my mother's shoes. Still, my mother cannot ever be replaced, and I similarly do not think I can completely substitute your mother either. But there is one thing for you to know: that my very last goal would be to hurt you and those you care about, Megumi.”

Words, you knew, did have the capabilities to mend the rift alone, so you took slow steps toward him. In the closed distance, the desolation in his eyes became more vivid, the ever-present struggle between his confused emotions and the barriers he fortified to protect himself and those he loved.

Without saying more, you tugged at his arm and pulled him into an embrace.

Beneath your hands, you could feel his shock.

He resisted at first, a subtle rigidity in his frame.

Gradually, however, those tense muscles in his body softened as he sunk in the warmth you provided him. His shoulders seemed to lower along with his guard, and he leaned into the hug. Not every issue may have been resolved, but at that moment, you found a common ground with Megumi that replaced the once-charged disagreements with a consolation transcending words.

“I only know a small part of your story, but I want to be here for you,” you whispered, voice a soothing murmur.

Megumi did not respond immediately, but his grip on your shirt tightened as if acknowledging the shared vulnerability. There was warmth from his body that assuaged your broken and throbbing heart, and with great sincerity, you hoped that he could at least get the same comfort from you. Like a little child, he rested his head by your neck and let out a deep breath.

“Thank you for talking to me.”

With a sad smile, you patted his back. “Of course.”

Even the room seemed to exhale in relief, releasing the lingering tension that had gripped the vicinity.

The peace and serenity were only interrupted when a holler thundered from the upper floor.

“Boy!” Toji, who must be done with his call now, boomed. “I told you to clean the bathroom, already! Mopping and scrubbing today!”

Megumi groaned at the command and peeled away from your touch. “I’m going to do that soon!” he shouted into the void, hoping that his voice somehow made its way back to his father.

“That’s what you said an hour ago!”

“Okay, yeah, he’s right,” Megumi conceded, huffing. He stepped back, a faint blush dusting across his pale cheeks.

“I’ll be back,” he muttered shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just some chores to do. Sorry.”

Toji must be lucky to have such a good son like him.

“No worries.”

With Megumi rushing out to obey his father’s commands, you found the library now all yours. You were smiling ear to ear, your entire body much lighter now that you had resolved many misunderstandings with Megumi. As you waited for his return, you scanned the room in search of something to help you pass the time, your gaze fell upon the Harvard pennant again, this time also noticing the framed document that hung beneath the banner.

“What is this?” you mumbled to yourself.

Yes, as Megumi had pointed out about you earlier, you were incredibly ‘nosy.’ In your defense, this was your chance to learn more about the Fushiguros, a family whose past you just began to uncover through the conversations earlier.

Besides, what harm could be done from just some innocent curiosity?

You approached the piece slowly, unable to comprehend the English print quickly when your first language was Japanese. Yet, with just enough foreign language reading skills, you figured that this document was in fact a Harvard University diploma. Impressed, you admired the gold embossed letters, the university's iconic emblem, and the dark ink that conferred the degree to…

Toji…Zenin.

What?

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It Ain't About Pity

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus-sized fem!reader

Summary: Dean Winchester has eyes for the reader. She has no idea. When he finally figures out why she’s been dieting, he isn’t pleased.

Words: 6200+

Warnings/Tags: 18+ NSFW / cursing / body image issues / low self-esteem / curvy reader with negative thoughts / oral (fem receiving) / fingering (fem receiving) / unprotected P in V sex / dirty talk / praise kink if you squint / breeding kink if you squint / hair pulling / rough sex / Dean being a soft Dom / lil bit of angst / fluffy fluff at the end

A/N: Heyyoooo. Who wants to read random Dean smut on a Wednesday morning? Me, apparently...lol

Anyway, unbetaed. Any and all mistakes are mine. Please read the warnings/tags on this one. Most of this is porn so minors, stay away! As always, comments, likes, and reblogs are super appreciated. Enjoy! xoxo

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You ignore your sore muscles, burning lungs, and the uncomfortable bouncing of your breasts as you sprint the last half mile back to the bunker. Clearing your mind of anything but a warm shower, you push yourself to near exhaustion. Deep breaths, you were almost there. Icy air fills your lungs. Your skin itches and sweat drips into your eyes, making it harder to see as you turn the corner. The front entrance was right there. So close. Picturing something with teeth is biting at your heels, you groan and finish the last several yards, coming to a fast stop right in front of the metal door. Your chest aches painfully as you attempt to wipe the sweat off your face.

Trying to slow your rapid breathing you stretch your torso, even though all you want to do is bend over or drop to the ground. The shower was calling your name as you practically force yourself to take a few minutes to stretch your arms and shoulders. Once it feels like you wouldn’t pass out, you begin to stretch your legs, bending at the waist to touch your toes. You turn your head as the sound of metal grinding breaks through the morning silence. Turning around, you brush messy, damp hair out of your face as Dean stares at you from the doorway. Barefoot, he wears a fitted plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He must have just woken up as his sandy-brown hair was still mussed on one side like he had slept on it all night. Ignoring the intense desire to run your hands through it, you straighten and laughed at the pinched look on his face.

“Good morning..What’s with the face? You look like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Dean squints at you. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumbles, “It’s six o’clock in the morning and it’s damn near freezing outside. What the hell are you doing out here?”

Morning sun starts to peek through the trees and bright golden light paints the snow. It was cold. Little puffs of air slip past your lips and goosebumps break out on your sweat-damp skin. You smile as Dean sticks his hands between his armpits, grimacing at you. God, he was handsome, even now, no..especially now. Your heart races in your chest as he looks you up and down.

“Come inside and put some damn clothes on. Running in nothing but leggings and a t-shirt...You’re an insane woman, you know that?”

Dean had turned around to head inside and you follow him, rolling your eyes as he nags you. Closing the door behind you, you take the steps downstairs two at a time and make a beeline for the kitchen where the smell of coffee greets you. Standing at the counter, you pour yourself a cup and add a splash of your favorite creamer, not noticing when Dean walks in behind you. You don’t see the way his eyes travel the length of your body as you make yourself busy. You don’t see the way he grits his teeth when you reach up to grab a cup or how his eyes linger on your ass. You have no idea how much Dean loves it when you wear yoga pants. You have no idea how much he loves your curves and how desperately he wants to touch you. How he pictures kneeling in front of you, slowly peeling your tight pants off your curvy body. Picturing how he would reach around and cup your ass before discarding your panties and diving into your sweet pussy.

Closing his eyes, Dean forces the dirty thoughts out of his head before you looked up and noticed the very obvious situation in his pants. He takes a seat at the small table as you turn back around.

“Do you want a cup?”

Dean’s eyes widen at the question and you gave him a confused look as he stares at you. His lips part slightly, forming a small O. He asks, “I-uh, a what?”

Gesturing to the coffee pot you clarify, “I just meant..do you want a cup of coffee?..”

Dean’s face relaxes and he chuckles before looking away awkwardly. “OH. Um..nah. No thanks. I’m just gonna stay down here and make some breakfast. You better go get first dibs in the bathroom if you want any hot water. Sammy will be up any minute and you know how long he takes with his hair.”

Nodding, you grab a bottle of water before heading for the door and silently wonder what was up with him. You had never seen Dean flighty or nervous before but lately he had been around you. You contemplate why as you walk down the hall to your room to grab clean clothes. You didn’t think you had said or done anything to him to cause his weird change in behavior. You thought back, trying to remember if there had been a conversation or something to explain it but come up with nothing. Sighing, you step into your bedroom and set your coffee cup down on the desk. The small space was mostly dark, lit only by the small lamp by the bed. Chugging the water, you set the bottle down before rummaging around in the small dresser. You grab a pair of clean socks, panties, jeans, and your favorite shirt, which you had stolen from Dean. It read ‘Led Zeppelin’ across the chest and was faded and soft from probably a hundred washes. You smile looking down at it and run a hand over the soft material.

Clothes in hand, you rush to the bathroom as noises stir from Sam’s room across the hall. Dean wasn’t joking about the hair thing and you had to wash the sweat smell off your body.

Thirty minutes later you emerge from the bathroom feeling much better. Looping back around to grab your coffee, you head back to the kitchen to grab a snack and get to work. Dean was still there, now eating a plate of eggs and bacon at the table. He smiles as you walk in and top off your coffee.

“You hungry? I made food..bacon and eggs. Breakfast of champions.”

Your stomach growls as he speaks. It smelled amazing and you seriously missed bacon. You had been on this stupid diet for a month now and wanted to eat some real food...but you couldn't. Grimacing, you take another long sip of coffee, hoping it would stave off the hunger and grab a red apple from the bowl on the counter.

Shaking your head, you force a smile and say, “No, I’m not really hungry..thanks though.”

Dean stares at you, knowing you were lying as he just heard the sounds your stomach had made. He narrows his eyes on you as he begins to realize why. You fidget as his jaw clenches. With a sigh, Dean silently puts his fork down before wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Looking you in the eyes he says, “Getting up to run for an hour everyday..barely eating. You haven’t even touched the Oreos I bought you and they’re your favorite. Why are you dieting, Y/N?”

Heat creeps up your cheeks and you quickly look away from his piercing green eyes. Staring into your cup, you tried to ignore the embarrassment as Dean stares at you. An awkward silence stretches on for a long, tense moment. Finally, you open your mouth to say something, anything really, when Sam walks in.

Looking up, you breathe out a sigh of relief and greet him. “Sam! Hey, good morning. Dean made breakfast and coffee. I’m gonna hit the books.”

You could hug the younger Winchester, you're so relieved. You didn’t want to discuss your weight or body issues with Dean. Not now, not ever. Sam greets you and smiles as you walk past both him and his brother, heading to the library for a long morning and afternoon of research.

Hours fly by as you stare at the laptop screen and scribble notes down. Although you didn’t have a case lined up, you had been doing some extra research into werewolves and another possible way to kill them. Engrossed in a forum article, you didn’t see Dean walk in with two plates until he sets them down on the table beside you. Startled, you jump and pull out your headphones and look up at Dean. He had showered at some point and was dressed in his usual jeans, flannel, t-shirt, and boots, hair showered and perfectly in place. His eyes were hard, challenging, and you realize why as you look down. Your stomach growls as you stare down at the two slices of pizza with your combination of favorite toppings. Silently, Dean sits down next to you.

“Lunch time, sweetheart. I think you’ve been staring at that screen long enough.”

Dean was tense. Sitting rigid in his seat, his mouth thins into a firm line as his eyes stay intensely fixed on you. Suddenly, you felt like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Looking away from him, you glance at the food he brought you and grimace. You should have known he wouldn’t let this morning’s conversation go.

Swallowing, you shake your head. “Dean, thank you but–” You were cut off mid-sentence as Dean spins, his chair scraping against the floor noisily. Facing you, he reaches over and grabs the arms of the chair you were sitting in and turns you to sit in front of him.

Facing him, your mouth drops open as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and asks, “Y/N, why are you trying so hard to lose weight?”

Embarrassment makes your neck and cheeks color as Dean stares at you, his face only inches away from yours. You were trapped by his eyes, caged in by his body. Your breath comes out fast and uneven. You couldn’t tell him the truth, how you hated the extra weight you carried. How you hated feeling undesirable and awkward. You desperately wanted to feel pretty, wanted to look in the mirror and be proud of what you saw. You were so tired of staring back and seeing your gapless thighs, soft tummy, and too-large breasts. You wanted a hunter’s body, a lithe, thin frame with muscles. Not stretch marks and boobs that would bounce painfully when you ran. A small voice, hidden in the back of your thoughts, reminds you how you wanted to look like one of the women Dean would go home with...

No, you couldn’t tell him any of that.

Taking a deep breath, you reply slowly, “I’m trying to eat better and exercise a little. There's nothing wrong with trying to be healthy.”

Dean’s eyes blaze and you tense as he bites out, “That’s crap and you know it! There’s a difference between being healthy and starving yourself. You haven’t eaten any real food in weeks. You’ve been pushing yourself every day you..you look like you're about to pass out every time you come back inside from running like a bat out of hell for an hour, sometimes two! So I'm gonna ask you again, why are you trying so hard to lose weight?”

Fight or flight was kicking in and you desperately wanted to run away. You couldn’t look at Dean’s face anymore without wanting to cry. Your head hurt and your stomach growled. You were so damn hungry and being cornered and pushed to answer questions you didn’t want to answer was starting to piss you off.

Straightening, you argue, “You know what Dean, it really doesn’t matter what I do with my body because it doesn’t concern you–” Pointing a finger at him your voice got louder as you grew angrier. “–It’s mine. Not yours, mine! I can shove as much food in my face as I want or eat as little as I want. It’s my choice and I'm way too hungry and too tired for you to be in my face like this. Not everyone can have a perfect body while eating cheeseburgers and drinking beer all day!”

Breathing heavily, your eyes widen as you realize what you had let slip out.

Perfect body.

Shit.

Gritting your teeth, you try to back away. Your face is red hot now from embarrassment as Dean’s face slowly changes from a shocked expression to a smug one. His full lips spread into an impish smile and his grip on your chair tightens.

Leaning forward another inch, he murmurs, “So..you think my body is perfect?"

He was too damn close. Your head swims from the smell of him, an intoxicating blend of musky man, whiskey, and clean soap. Leaning back, you shake your head, prepared to lie once again.

You couldn’t think with him so close. “I–no. That’s not what I meant. It’s just that..that I have to work harder than you guys..It's like I gain five pounds just by looking at something with sugar or carbs. I hate the way I–” You stop rambling, afraid to say too much and see the inevitable pity in Dean’s eyes when you call yourself fat.

The light in Dean’s eyes fades, his smile once again morphing into a serious line. “Hate the way you..what? Look? ‘Cause, guess what sweetheart, there’s absolutely nothin’ wrong with the way you look.”

Your bottom lip trembles slightly and you close your eyes as Dean reaches up to cup your cheek. You can’t help but lean into his touch, enjoying the feel of his skin on yours. His hands roughly calloused and large. A small sigh escapes your lips as his thumb brushes over your skin.

His voice goes deeper, turning gravely as he says, “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Inside and out…especially, out. If you knew the dirty thoughts I have of you whenever you walk around in those tight pants or a pair of short shorts..you would probably slap me.”

Eyes flying open, you meet his stare and suck in a sharp breath. Dean’s eyes were a dark shade of green now and in them was an emotion you recognized but had never seen from him. Desire. Your faces were so close together now. You could smell the mint toothpaste and whiskey on his breath, could see the gold flecks in his irises and the black of his pupils dilating as you stared at each other. Silence thick with tension draws on but this time, you don’t want Sam to interrupt. Your mind screams at you to run, to flee. You were imagining things, Dean couldn’t want you, not in the way you wanted him. He was so far out of your league it wasn’t even funny, but..but your heart was telling you to lean in. To close the gap between you and end this torture. You wanted to finally know what his kiss would taste like.

Making a choice, you speak. Quiet but firm, stating, ”I wouldn’t slap you.”

The tension lasts for about three heated seconds as Dean stares at you, searching your eyes for something before he moves. Faster than you thought possible, he manages to stand, picking you up out of your chair like you weighed nothing, and sets you on the edge of the table. Pushing the forgotten plates of pizza away, Dean straightens in front of you.

Staring down at your chest he murmurs, “I love it when you wear my clothes..but I’d prefer to take them off you.”

He reaches out then, fingers at the hem of your– his shirt, he pauses for a moment. Looking into your eyes, he asks without saying, is this okay?

You're at eye level with his chest and notice how his pulse pounds rapidly in his neck. Biting your lip, you lean forward and softly kiss him there, thinking, yes, this is more than okay. You smile hearing Dean’s sharp intake of breath and then he’s moving. Your shirt is pulled off and tossed aside somewhere. His rough hands are sliding down your arms and then they’re on your waist. Straightening, you push aside the need to cover up or suck in. A soft curse leaves Dean’s mouth. You’re not wearing a bra.

Biting your lip, you look up at Dean and study his face as his eyes travel over your bare chest. His hands move slowly, moving from your waist up your ribcage to caress the side of your breasts. He takes his time as you hold your breath in anticipation, almost afraid that if you move, Dean will disappear like in a dream. Thankfully, this isn't a dream. His large hands slide to the front of your breasts and spread wide. He squeezes, gently, and moves his thumb to trace over your hard nipples. He sucks in a breath at the breathy sound that leaves your mouth. You're sensitive there and it feels like every nerve ending in your body comes alive at the small touch. Your belly dips and heat pools between your legs as Dean groans and lightly pinches you pert nipples. You moan quietly as firey lust shoots through your body. He’s barely touched you, hasn’t even kissed you yet, and you feel about ready to explode.

“You’re gorgeous, Y/N. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I can’t wait to taste you sweetheart.”

His words make your stomach flip. Stroking your sensitive flesh, you moan as Dean leans forward and finally seals his lips to yours. The kiss isn’t soft or sweet; he devours you. His tongue darts into your open mouth and you lean into him, needing more, wanting more. His mouth and hands are making you light headed and dizzy. Lust overwhelms you as your panties quickly go from damp to uncomfortably wet. A scrambled thought occurs to you, you need to not be the only one without clothes on.

Your hands reach out, desperate and clumsy, to yank on Dean’s shirt. He helps you pull it off and you’re able to manage unbuttoning his jeans and start on the zipper before he backs away, fly halfway open. You stare at him, greedy eyes taking in his body for the first time. You were right. He was perfect.

You whine softly as he pulls away and Dean chuckles. “I’m going to taste you, remember?”

Your eyes widen as he steps forward and spreads open your thighs with his large hands. Your socks are pulled off and then he’s going to the waistband of your jeans. He makes quick work of the button and zipper and then he’s lifting you up and sliding them off.

It’s like you’re in a fever dream as you sit on top of the table in the library wearing nothing but cotton underwear in front of Dean Winchester. You just barely resist pinching yourself. When Dean kneels on the floor in front of you, you finally lose some of your newfound confidence and attempt to close your legs. You didn’t realize he wanted to taste you like that. Heat creeps up, staining your cheeks with color once again. Uncertainty floods you. A man had never done this for you before, never even offered. You figured they just didn't like it because it was gross. You're about to say something when Dean's hands on your thighs stops you. The intensely dark look he gives you as he spreads your legs open once again would be permanently burned into your memory.

There would be no argument.

He moves in closer between your thighs and his hands move up the bare, smooth skin of your legs, up to your underwear. His fingers come up and push the thin material aside before the tip of his finger brushes your dripping center. You squirm as he touches you. Making a noise in the back of his throat, Dean pushes one finger in, stroking and curling inside of you slowly, letting your body adjust to the pressure. You whine and shut your eyes as pleasure slams into you.

Groaning, he bites out, “Fuck baby..you’re soaked.”

Suddenly, Dean pulls out the digit that was inside you and brings it to his mouth. Your breath stutters as he closes his eyes and sucks it clean, moaning as he does so. It’s the most erotic thing you had ever seen. Pulling the clean finger out from between his lips, Dean reaches out to pull your underwear off. Eager and needy, you try to help by lifting your butt and soon you’re completely naked on the table.

Breathing heavy, Dean pulls your hips forward until you're just barely sitting on the edge. Taking one of your legs, he kisses your inner thigh before bending it at the knee and placing it on his shoulder. His hand goes to your other leg and opens you up wider for him. Your hands grip the wood hard as Dean leans in and buries his nose in the soft, tamed curls above your center. He inhales you, groaning, before his mouth finally moves down. He places a soft kiss on your inner thigh, so close, before finally, his tongue darts out to lick at your folds.

It feels so good, you take in a shuddering breath as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. The feel of Dean's tongue on you is pure bliss as he takes his time licking your folds clean and dipping his tongue inside of you. You moan, louder now, and lean back. When Dean looks up at you, your face is angled up, eyes squeezed shut and teeth biting down on your lip to keep quiet. He stops and waits for you to look back down at him.

Voice guttural he commands, "Eyes on me sweetheart. I want to see your face when I make you cum with my mouth."

A spike of hot lust shoots through you at his words. Nodding, you stare down at him as he leans back in and this time, places his lips around your clit and sucks. It's euphoric. A strangled cry escapes your lips and your hands reach out to grip at Dean's hair. He moans against you and sucks in again before his tongue is caressing and flicking at the sensitive bundle of nerves. Need takes over, making your body react without conscious thought or permission. Gripping the soft strands of his hair, you pull hard and grind yourself against his face until spots dot your vision. Moaning nonsensical words, curses, mumbled praise and pleading.

You beg him not to stop, beg him for more. You whine when Dean pulls away but it's not for long. He brings a long finger up to his mouth, sucking on it for a second before he places it at your dripping center. Using your wetness, he slicks it even more before sliding it into you slowly. You practically howl as he crooks the digit, long and thick, inside you, brushing against your g-spot.

"Oh, fuck! De–Dean..please. I–I need more. Please." Your words are breathy and soft but they sound loud as they echo off the walls in the library.

You're not used to asking for what you want because sex has never been like this before. It was always in a bed with the light off, you on the bottom trying not to crush the guy. This was unlike anything you had experienced before. The way Dean touched you, made you feel anything but chubby or awkward.

He groans as he moves in close and suctions his lips around your clit again. As his tongue darts out to flick you and his finger begins to move faster inside you, white hot pleasure consumes your body. Tears streaming down your face, you loose control as Dean brings you closer to orgasm. It wasn't pretty or soft like in the movies. Your body shakes as your muscles twitch above him. For the first time, you weren’t thinking of how your tummy rolls looked or how your breasts swayed while Dean worked you over. The only thing on your mind was focusing on the pleasure he gave you. The loud squelching sounds of him finger fucking your wet pussy was something out of a porno.

Against your pussy lips, Dean growls out, "Fuck yeah, sweetheart. Ride my face and cum on my tongue for me. I need to taste your sweetness baby girl. You're so pretty, so perfect. Even better than I imagined."

Moving the hand that had been cupping your ass, Dean reaches up and softly rubs one of your hard nipples. The light touch on your sensitive flesh pushes you over the edge and you cry out, losing yourself to white hot bliss and cum hard against his mouth. Holding you tightly to him, Dean moans licking and swallowing the pleasure that floods from you against his tongue. He holds you, savoring your taste until your hands loosen in his hair and your body finally relaxes.

Biting your lip, you look down at his face with bleary, tear stained vision. Dean pulls back to kiss your thighs. When he looks up at you, eyes still dark and shining with desire, you blush at seeing his full lips, nose, and chin slick with your wetness. His thumb comes up to wipe at his mouth and you gasp as he slides it between his lips. The groan he makes is deep and needy and suddenly you wanted more than just his tongue and fingers on you.

Tugging gently on his hair, you say, “Dean..I’m clean and uh..on the pill.”

Dean smiles devilishly up at you before saying, “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

Swallowing, you lick your lips, nervous, before whispering what you wanted. “I want you inside me. I–I want all of you.”

With a hunter's grace, Dean moves fast. Wasting no time, he jumps to his feet and unzips his pants the rest of the way before pulling them down with his boxer briefs. Your eyes go wide as his cock springs free. He was long and thick, weeping at the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. He was perfect. Better than you had imagined, alone at night in bed. Dean steps forward, a look of tension on his face.

“I should be doing this in a bed, not here..on a hard table. You deserve candles and flowers and all that crap…But, I–I just can’t wait, Y/N. Fuck, I can’t wait, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, ready to argue when he steps into your body and places the head of his cock at your entrance. Your breath catches in your throat as he groans, brushing the tip against your wet folds, coating himself in your slick. His eyes stare down at your mouth before traveling up to focus on your eyes, “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so warm and soft. I need you, Y/N.”

Impossibly, his words cause hot lust to flood through you again. “Dean, I don’t need candles or flowers, I need you. Just you. I’m yours.”

A look of peace passes over Dean’s face before he pushes himself inside you. Your mouth drops open as he bottoms out and a quick pinching pain turns into a pleasant fullness. You moan and rest your forehead against Dean’s as he closes his eyes and starts to move slowly. He breathes in and out roughly as you squirm against him, aching for more friction.

You whine, not caring how needy and high pitched your voice sounds. “Dean..pl–please, I need more.”

He doesn't move any faster but his hands reach up to touch you. One hand stays on the curve of your waist as the other travels up the length of your neck. Turning your chin up and to the side a bit, Dean’s mouth dips. He places his lips on your throat and kisses you there, eliciting a moan, before moving his lips down to the space of your collarbone.

Goosebumps break out on your skin as he groans, “You've got me feelin' like a teenager, Y/N. I’m trying not to cum too fast..but..oh fuck, you feel like heaven sweetheart.”

Smiling, you wrap your arms around Dean’s neck and kiss his stubbled cheek. You would give him the time he needed but it was slowly killing you to do so. After a moment, Dean finally takes a deep breath and lifts his head. Staring into your eyes, he begins to move, pumping in and out of you at an even, slow pace. Your eyes flutter closed for a minute, overwhelmed by Dean’s presence and the sensations you were experiencing. Rough hands move over your heated skin, caressing places you had never let a man touch before.

Dean was murmuring sweet, dirty words as he explored your body. “You’re so damned beautiful baby girl. Fuck…so soft. Your curves are so pretty. I love the way you feel around me, love your perfect tits and ass. Love your narrow waist and those gorgeous legs.” You gasp as he runs a hand over your belly, before gently pushing you down to lay flat against the table.

“Fuck baby. I should have told you before now. Shouldn’t have let you starve yourself to try and get rid of these perfect curves. Promise me you’ll stop. Promise me you’ll start eating real food again.”

You suck in a breath, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes once again. Your heart warms at Dean’s words. Picking up the pace, his rhythm becomes more erratic. Moving your hips with his thrusts, you moan as the angle changes and Dean’s cock brushes over the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your pussy pulses violently around Dean’s cock.

Stuttering out a breath, Dean gasps and bites out, “You’re perfect, Y/N. I–I don’t want you to–Fuck, please don’t change sweetheart...you take my cock so good.”

Your hand squeezes his on your waist. You nod, tears in your eyes and reply, “Okay, Dean. I–I’ll start eating again just please, fuck me. I need more, baby.”

Dean curses and then really begins to move. You hold onto him as he pistons inside of you like a man deprived. You cry out as his cock brushes against your g-spot over and over again. Surprised that another climax was starting to build again, you reach down to rub at your raw clit. The library was filled with the sounds of mixed, labored breathing, curses, and the wet sounds of sex. A drop of sweat drips from Dean’s hairline, down his chiseled jaw, before falling onto your flushed skin. Lying back on the table, your breasts bounce and shake violently in tandem with Dean’s pounding rhythm.

Your thoughts race as he looses himself in your body. You love this man, had been in love with him for years. You had always admired how real and honest Dean was. Had fantasized countless times what this moment between you would be like, never believing it would actually happen...and this, this was far better than any fantasy you had dreamt up. The way Dean gave you pleasure wasn’t romantic or slow like you had pictured. He gave all of himself to you. Holding nothing back he lost himself, working you over fast and hard, like the way he drove his car or killed monsters.

Gritting his teeth, Dean bit out, “Fuck yes, Y/N. Rub yourself sweetheart, cum on my cock like a good girl. I want you to make me cum inside you.”

His words set fire to what was left of your control. Rubbing your clit, faster, your fingers messy and careless, you stare up into Dean’s eyes. You squeal when he reaches out and grabs a section of your Y/H/C hair which was spread out on the table behind you. Giving it a little tug, he doesn’t pull hard as your climax climbs higher and higher. You couldn’t breathe. When Dean’s other hand spreads across your chest and rubs a thumb across your nipples, you explode around him, screaming his name as the orgasm slams into you. Dean yells, losing control as he pumps into you faster and rougher until finally, he shutters and slows with his own release. You breathe together, labored and slow, as he spills inside you. You sigh in relief, enjoying the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls like it was salve to a burn.

Releasing your hair, Dean leans forward on his elbows above you. Taking deep breaths, he turns this head and kisses your cheek and jaw before finally moving to your lips. His lips claim yours lazy and slow, his tongue sweeping out to taste you. You sigh into his mouth, boneless and content as your mutual breathing slows. Reaching out, Dean brushes a strand of sweat slicked hair from your face.

A pained look crosses over his eyes, “Did I hurt you, sweet girl? I don’t know what made me grab your hair like that..I’m sor–” You cut him off with a finger to his lips.

Smiling, you shake your head in response. “Don't apologize, Dean. I loved it.”

You wanted to thank him for making you feel beautiful, for giving you the best sex of your life, but the words wouldn’t come. Dread fills you suddenly, sinking into the pit of your stomach like a stone. What if this was a one time thing? What if Dean just saw you as an easy fuck and wouldn’t want to touch you again? Seeing the change in your face, Dean pulls you up slowly and hugs you to him, his softening cock still inside you.

Concerned, he asks, “Hey, what is it? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

How could you tell him your fears after that? He never showed any interest in you before. Never asked you out or flirted with you like you would expect him to if he was interested. Oh god..what if all this was because he pitied you? Your mood sours as the thought forces its way through your rapidly waning bliss. You try to pull away, needing to find your clothes. Dean was asking you what was wrong, what he did. Asking if he hurt you and you couldn’t stand it.

Shaking your head as unshed tears of embarrassment blurs your vision, you push at his chest. Upset, you demand, “Was..was all this because you felt sorry for me? This, us–doesn’t make sense Dean. Look at you and then look at me. Why would a man who looks like you want a dorky, chubby woman who is ten times out of his league. I–I don’t get it. Fuck. I should go. Where are my–” Dean interrupts your rambling as you look around in a panic for your clothes.

Beautiful, angry, green eyes meet yours as Dean cups your face. “Stop it. Just stop okay? You know damn well none of that is true, Y/N. Fuck. Don’t even say it. This, us, isn’t some pity fuck or friends with benefits deal–” You gape at him, trying to look away as emotion creeps up your throat, making it harder to breathe.

Dean forces you to look at him and with eyes full of emotion, he continues, “Look at me, Y/N. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I've dreamt of your body and making you mine for years..I just didn’t have the balls to act on my feelings. I’m no good for you darlin’. I hurt people and I’m terrified of hurting you, but I can’t hold back anymore. Not now. Not after this. I love you, Y/N. I love you so damn much that my chest aches when I see you. It wakes me up at night after having nightmares about you getting hurt or worse..I–I’m so in love with you, baby girl. The way you walk, how your hips sway, making me so fuckin' hard all the time. The way you talk, all breathy and innocent, like you have no idea what you do to me. That cute thing you do with a pencil when you're reading and concentrating really hard. I love you. I love the way you smile, how pretty your Y/E/C eyes shine when I make you laugh. I love the happy body wiggle you do when you eat a damn Oreo and the sexy as fuck sound you make after taking a drink–” Your eyes widen as his cock twitches inside you.

Looking down at where you were still connected, Dean groans and moves his hands to your waist. “Fuck baby. I love every damn thing about you, whether you like it or not. So..are you gonna let me take you up to my room for round two or are you gonna tell me to fuck off?”

You stare at him, shocked silent for a full ten seconds before you reach up and wipe away the unshed tears from your eyes. Taking a shaking breath you answer him with a shy smile. “Take me upstairs Winchester. I..I love you too and it’s damn cold down here..I think you should warm me up in the shower.”

At your confession, the widest, happiest smile you had ever seen spreads across Dean’s face. He finally pulls out of then, slowly making both of you groan. His cum drips down your thighs. Dean bites his lip, staring at it for a second before looking back into your eyes. In a husky voice he states, “I hate to wash it away but I’ll be happy to warm you up in the shower, sweetheart.”

Pulling up his underwear and jeans, Dean quickly tucks himself into his pants before bending to pick you up off the table. You giggle and then squeal in surprise as he lifts like you weigh nothing and props you upside down on his shoulder, ass in the air, face staring down at the floor.

Yelling, you curse and demand, “Dean! Shit! Put me down!”

Of course, he answers by swatting your bare ass and heading for the stairs before he stops and turns back around, picking up one of the plates of cold pizza.

In a stern voice he states, "You're eating this first...gonna need more than an apple in your system for what I've got planned."

The sound of your uncontrollable laughter fills the bunker as he carries you up the stairs, discarded clothes forgotten.

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