U My Everything - p.b
⣠paige x grumpy reader: part two here!
⣠wc: 3178
âŁâŁ synopsis: paige's harmless joke is taken a little too personally by her sensitive and grumpy girlfriend; slight angst? but very fluffy by the end! (the song is most relevant for the end part of the fic as it's inspired by KK's 05/31/24 live, can u tell I live for uconn lives?)
âŁâŁâŁ a/n: I'M SORRY, i know y'all chose emily in the poll but I alr finished this one and I've promised myself I would try to release at least one fic a day; emily's will be out very very soon, writing smut for the first time is just very nerve wracking lmao. this is lightly based off the, good morning gorgeous, tiktok trend going around rn; Also, I'm so sorry for the amount of times I use y'all, like, literally, and really because I try to make my dialogue and what not as realistic as possible, but as a Southern Californian they're literally engraved into my vocabulary đđ.
Rolling over in bed half-conscious, your arms reach out, patting around the bed in an attempt to locate your girlfriend's warmth without having to open your eyes. However, to your sheer disappointment, your fingers are met with cold, rumpled sheets on Paige's side of the bed.
Now fully conscious with confusion as to how your girlfriend managed to slip from bed without you realizing, the pounding in your head became all the more severe as you sat up in bed, frustrated that the one person who could comfort you simply with their presence was nowhere to be found.
With your right hand massaging the temple, attempting to soothe the deep ache that had settled into the front portion of your head, your left hand blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone, knowing Paige wouldn't have left you alone in bed without so much as a simple text message. But to your surprise, her name was absent from your list of notifications.
Even more annoyed than before, you forced yourself out of her bed, stumbling your way to her adjacent bathroom, wincing at the sudden intrusion that was fluorescent lighting. By the time you began brushing your teeth, you heard the front door open, hearing Paige call your name as she entered the dorm.
"Bathroom," you yelled out to her, despite your head screaming at you to shut up and crawl back under the safety of Paige's comforter.
"Hey baby," Paige greeted as she entered the bathroom while you spit toothpaste into the sink, coming up behind you to hug your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. As you stood back up to meet her gaze in the mirror's reflection, you saw her tuck her bottom lip into her mouth, clearly trying to hide her shit-eating grin.
"Well don't you look... interesting this morning," she teased, the sarcasm apparent in her low voice. You knew her mocking was all in good fun, the two of you often poking fun at each other for little things. But perhaps it was the headache still waging war in your skull, or the final three midterms you had to take later today, or your remanent annoyance at having to wake up alone, despite her knowing your favorite part of the day was waking up, warm and all loved up in her arms, or perhaps it was the fact that looking in the mirror, you genuinely looked wrecked this morning.
Your curly hair was reduced to nothing but a puff of frizz overnight, sticking out in all directions, your eyebags particularly prominent this morning, combined with the pesky anxiety breakout that had settled into your forehead a few days prior, you just couldn't handle her jokes today.
"Yes, thank you for pointing that out Paige," you shot back, setting your toothbrush back in its cup holder, exiting her hold to wipe your hands on the small towel before pushing past her to get dressed in her room.
Paige followed close behind you, curious as to why you were giving her so much attitude so early in the day, especially over such a harmless statement.
"What's up with you, this is the first time I've even seen you this morning," She questioned from her seat on the unmade bed as you began changing your clothes with your back facing her, which was another thing that struck out to her as odd. After dating for over a year now, the two of you were incredibly comfortable with each other, and it was rare for you to completely turn your back on her, even when changing.
"Nothing, I'm just not in the mood today," you grumbled, tugging your, her, sweatshirt over your head. Heading over to her floor length mirror with your makeup bag and necessary hair products in hand, you settle down on the floor in front of it, convinced to improve your appearance a bit before you head off to your exams today. Still ignoring Paige's presence in the room, you began getting ready.
Hearing her scoff as you started applying your makeup, she got up and began making the bed, intent on ignoring your bratty mood until you fixed it. You knew you were being petty and acting bitchy to your girlfriend, who had technically done nothing wrong, you just couldn't force yourself to drop the attitude. By the time you finished your makeup and smoothed out your slickback, you managed to go the entire twenty minutes without so much as looking at your girlfriend through the mirror, who had now perched herself on her side of the bed, scrolling mindlessly on her phone.
Your headache hadn't subsided yet, but now that you were more awake, you had gotten used to the throbbing sensation. Making your way over to your side of her bed, you collected your phone, headphones, watch, school bag, and other items from your nightstand and around the area to get ready to leave.
"Your heading out already? You still have over an hour before your first class," Paige finally addressed you, putting her phone in her lap to look at you as you packed your things.
"Yeah I'm gonna head to the library early so I can review before my first midterm," You answered, speaking to her normally for the first time in the last hour she had returned.
"But what about breakfast, you're not gonna be able to concentrate and stuff when you're all hangry," she said, only slightly teasing you with her statement.
"I'll just grab something to eat from the coffee shop next to the library, I was gonna stop by and get matcha from there anyways," you responded, a small part inside of you glad that despite your attitude, Paige made sure that you were well taken care of.
"Dude I still don't understand how you drink that stuff, tastes like straight grass," she had dropped her concern and switched back to joking, her automatic setting. "But I guess it's fitting," she continued, "cause yk, cows just love their grass," she sighed, holding back her laughter at what she thought was a brilliant joke.
In her defense, if it was any other morning, you would've joined in on her teasing, either mooing at her in response or poking fun at her in return.
But today, it just ticked you off even further. I mean, you were clearly already in a bad mood, stressed the fuck out, hangry (but Paige didn't need to know she was right), and the sharp pressure in your head was only getting worse. Plus, Paige had already easily finished off her midterm exams two days prior, which meant she didn't truly understand why you were so worked up over your exams. And the worst part, your bloating and exhaustion really did make you feel a little bit like a cow.
âP I'm just not in the mood to deal with you right now," you sighed, exasperation laced in your tone. "I already feel bad enough this morning, I can't handle you piling more onto my plate, I'll see you later," you barely even said goodbye to her properly as you gathered your stuff, put on your shoes, and left her dorm.
The second you closed her door behind you, you could feel the pit forming in your stomach, full of regret and shame. You knew it was unfair to be so rude to Paige when she was just trying to lighten your mood, but your anxiety always caused you to last out at anyone who tried to help you. You made a mental note while walking to your favorite coffee shop to apologize and make it up to her when you saw her in the evening, after the stress from midterm week had diffused and your raging headache calmed down.
***SMALL TIME SKIP***
You were flipping through your study notes and flashcards while listening to one of Paige's playlist on the lowest volume possible when you saw your phone screen light up from next to you. Deciding it would be good to take a quick thirty second break, you reach for your phone and matcha latte at the same time, clicking on the text message you received from Paige.
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From P đ:
I'm so sorry for making fun of you this morning baby, I know you're stressed about your tests today and I had no intentions of making you feel worse with my jokes, I just wanted to cheer you up a bit because I know how bad your anxiety can get. Good luck on your test today killer, i love you đ€.
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Shit, now you really felt bad for snapping at her earlier today. All remnants of your misplaced anger had long since disappeared, now replaced with embarrassment. She was right, your anxiety was hitting you hard today, but that was no excuse for bitching out your girlfriend just for trying to improve your mood. You quickly hearted her message and began typing out a short response, as you knew you needed to apologize in-person for your behaviour.
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To P đ:
Thank you so much P, I'll see you later tonight baby. I love you too đ€
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***SMALL TIME SKIP***
You breathed a sigh of relief as you finally reached the floor of Paige's dorm room, exhausted from your long and mentally tiring day of midterms, but you were finally done, your headache was finally gone, and you now had the weekend to relax and spend time with your girlfriend.
As you reached for your keys in your pocket, you heard the loud commotion of voices that you recognized to be KK, Aubrey, Sarah, Allie, and Paige in the living room. It wasn't uncommon for the girls to be over, as the team always spent hung out together outside of practice, and since you started spending more time at Paige's dorm, you had quickly stocked her near bare kitchen full of snacks, baked goods, and home-cooked meals the girls loved to steal.
You entered the living room greeting everyone as you took off your shoes, making a beeline straight to where Paige was sitting on the couch. You stood in between the space of her legs, wrapping your free arm around her shoulders to lean down and plant a kiss on the top of her head.
"Hey P," you spoke softly, looking down at the small smile that had settled on her face.
"Hey yourself, how were you midterms? Today was your last day right?" She questioned as her fingertips began running up and down the back of your legging covered thigh.
"They were fine, I think I did good on majority of them. My math midterm was a little shaky, but not too bad yk?" You answered her quietly, afraid to pop the little bubble of peace you two had created around yourselves among the chaos of the living room's occupants.
"I," you began, as your hand had made its way to the front of her face as you pushed back a small piece of hair that had escaped out of her bun. "Will you come in the room with me real quick?" You asked her, practically whispering at this point.
"Yeah of course baby," she answered quickly, letting her hand travel up your body to rest at the small of your back as she stood up, leading you past everyone to her bedroom.
"We'll be right back," she announced to the group as the two of walked by. "Oooo, Paige is in trouble," KK sang out as the two of you reached her closed room door, Paige still standing behind you. She turned the knob quickly, gently pushing you into the room first as she turned around to stick her tongue out at KK before she closed the door.
By the time she turned around from the door to face you, she barely had a moment to adjust to your body barreling into her, as you had already dropped your bag off next to her desk. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, being able to sense that you just needed to be held for a minute before speaking.
She lightly rubbed your back and shoulders with her hands, knowing exactly what it was that immediately calmed you down. You stayed silent in her comforting embrace for a few more minutes, having craved her touch all day when you were around campus.
"I'm sorry," you finally spoke up, unburying your head from her chest to look her in the eyes. "I was really rude to you for no reason this morning. My headache when I woke up and all the stress I had was completely unrelated to you, but I still ended up taking it out on you," you sighed before continuing, "I really appreciate the fact that you were trying to cheer me up this morning, even though I was being a total bitch. And you are never a burden or someone who adds more onto my plate, I love you and I'm so sorry I said that to you, I would never want you to feel that way and-" as your eyes began to well up with tears, the last of your apology was cut off by Paige.
"Hey hey it's okay baby," she pulled you slightly away from her as the tears began flowing from your eyes. "I know you," she maintained eye contact as she reassured you, "And I know you would never act like that normally, you are not a bitch. You were just stressed out and not feeling well. I understand, and I promise I'm not mad at you at all," her right hand moved up from your back to your face, wiping the tears streaming down your face.
"Thank you P, I have no idea what I would do without you," you sniffled lightly, your hand coming up to wipe your face as well. "I love you so much, you have no idea," you professed.
"I love you too y/n/n," she whispered as her hands wrapping around your waist as she pulled you into her, leaning down slightly to kiss you. Your hands flew up the moment your lips connected, one cradling her jaw while the other rested on the base of her neck. The kiss was slow and languid, an apology met with forgiveness as your lips moved together.
The loud rumbling of your stomach, interrupted your sweet moment with Paige, forcing the two of you to separate as a giggle slipped out of her.
"Didn't realize a small kiss made you that hungry for me," she smiled, now at peace knowing that you were no longer upset. "Shut up," you smiled back, lightly hitting her chest as you broke away from her. "I am for real hungry though, but I need to shower first," you told her as you moved around the room, grabbing your towel and a fresh pair of pajamas to change into.
"I'm pretty sure Aubrey is ordering Domino's so I'll tell her to add in something for you, and it'll probably be here by the time you get out," she kissed your cheek as you went to exit the room, heading for a quick shower as she remained in her room.
***SMALL TIME SKIP***
As you entered the living room, curls freshly washed, a soft pair of Paige's sweatpants resting low on your hips, and a small off the shoulder sweatshirt over your sleep tank top, you witness KK showing her tik tok live her "hips dance", if it could even be referred to as that.
"Oh wow," Paige commented dryly at the sight while getting up from the couch so she could grab her laptop from the kitchen counter. You moved past her to Aubrey's desk, grabbing a piece of garlic knots from the Domino's box she left partially open (i don't think she actually bought any but I'm craving them so i added it in here). You rested your hip against the table, waving at the live while KK queued up Sexyy Red on her Siri.
Everyone knew you and Paige were a couple, when Paige accidentally hard-launched you by posting a cute couples pic on her main instagram story instead of her close friends. But since then, the two of you kept a private but not secret relationship, very occasionally posting together, but fans often saw candids of the two of you on dates or together in the team's lives or other events.
You licked the remaining cheese and butter off your fingers as you watched Paige, KK, and Aubrey dance in front of the camera to "U My Everything", smiling at their so-called dance moves, especially Paige's.
"Man we go together tell them hoes we go together," Paige sang, before doing her little "attitude now walk" move, making you double over with laughter at her with the other two girls.
You scratched the back of your neck as you continued to watch the girls mess around, too tired from your day to join them, but content just from watching them. As the second chorus approached, Paige walked up to your leaned figure on the desk, grabbing your bare waist and pulling you into her as she sang.
"Bae, I love you, you my everything, I'm your main bitch, fuck a wedding ring," you laughed at her awful singing, but you couldn't deny the blush that rose to your cheeks at the thought of her singing you the lyrics while very clearly in the live's frame. "We both in fast cars and we switchin' lanes, when I'm away from you, you always on my brain," she continued, adding in her sassy facial expressions with the corresponding lyrics.
You couldn't help but laugh at her actions, the pure giddiness coursing through your veins was a complete 180 from your mood this morning, and you couldn't help but think there was nowhere that would make you happier than in her arms.
Thank you for reading all the way through! The recent support has been crazy and I appreciate all of you! Should I make a part two to this with smut so r can properly apologize to p.... đđđ
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I have the feeling that if you would Touch/lick the horns of the obey me! Brothers they would get turned on.....
Now I need headcanon's to that help! đđ
!! Just a little touch | obey me.
Characters: The brothers x gn!reader
CW: none really, maybe a bit suggestive also kinda a bit crack ngl
A/N: I know this took centuries but i've finally done this request > <
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Lucifer
Lucifer was not expecting this today. For the first time in forever, he was allowing someone else to care and groom his wings, he didn't think that a accidental touch of your fingers on his horns would affect him this much.
You're none the wiser to this 'cause Lucifer reacts with nothing a small twitch of his wings. But when you're done with the task in hand, you best believe you're not leaving his room for a while.
Mammon
Unlike Lucifer, Mammon has quite a reaction. You were just innocently cuddling when your hands made contact with his horns while brushing your fingers through his hair. Mammon's relaxed posture instantly stiffens up before he proceeds to turn red in the face, asking you what do you think you're doing?
As he lays back down, still quite flustered, Mammon carefully takes your hand and puts it back on his head, close to his horns, with a mumbled "didn't tell ya to stop"
Leviathan
Oh no, Levi definitely didn't want this to happen. He definitely didn't convince you to cuddle in the bathtub where there is hardly any room between your bodies and he definitely didn't subtly nudge his head in your hands.
When you do brush your hands against his horns, he asks you, in a shaky voice, to do it again which elicits a whimper falling from his lips. You definitely didn't cuddle afterwards.
Satan
Satan almost drops the stack of papers in his hands when he feels you touch his horns. You two had been walking home from a long day at RAD, as much as he wanted to, Satan couldn't entirely focus on what you were chatting about 'cause of how tired he was. All he wanted was to go home and sleep, he missed the way you voiced your curiosity over his horns.
He must have nodded his head to you asking to touch them. Well he's sure his heart is about to burst out of his chest and he probably wasn't going to get much sleep later either.
Asmodeus
Asmo halts his talking, blinking rapidly before a smile stretches over his face. Oh well aren't you just absolutely adorable? Being fascinated by his horns and touching them so delicately, not knowing the thrill that just shot in him.
He can't help it! Your hands are just so soft and he can't help but melt at the affectionate and careful touch. Oh and you're utterly memorizing face as you continue touching his horns, unknowing of the thoughts swirling in his head.
Beelzebub
Beel pauses almost comically when you touch his horns. Retracting your hand, as you quickly begin to apologise for doing that without permission, you feel Beel dip his head more into your hands, "you can touch them", and so you card your hand through his hair, softly feeling the horns.
Beel is thankful for his ability to maintain a poker face, though his cheeks do turn a bit pink, because the feel of your hand is quickly making his current hunger overcome with desire.
Belphegor
Belphie slowly blinks his sleep filled eyes at the touch. Smirking at the way you fumble on being caught, he quickly pulls you down with him in the soft bed and takes your hand to put it back on his head. He must've been too relaxed that his demon form had come out while he was sleeping.
Nevertheless, Belphie doesn't think that he can go back to slumber when you continue to inspect his horns. Yup, he definitely wasn't going back to sleeping.
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clingy
Rafe Cameron x reader
(REQUEST): Hey. I just came across your tumblr and I lovedddd the Billy Hargrove x platonic sister reader it was sooo cute yet so Billy coded đ. I was just wondering if you would write a Rafe x romantic gf reader based upon something along the lines of that they are at a party and Rafe despite being around his friends Topper and Kelce, he's just low key paying attention to the reader. A lil bit of separation anxiety if you catch my drift. Hope this request isn't too much trouble for you to write đđđ
warning(s): sexually suggestive content!
a/n: i'm so glad you liked my billy snippet! your support means the world darling, and fulfilling your request is no trouble at all. i just hope that i did it justice.
Y/N hadnât expected this from Rafe.
After all, Rafe Cameron was hardly the type to be so obvious. Y/N knew from experience that he preferred to keep things to himself, shielding his emotions from potentially prying eyes. He wouldnât dare be caught in such a vulnerable position, yearning for his girl despite her standing only a few feet away from him.
However, that didnât seem to stop him tonight as he watched Y/N from across the room, his eyes tracing her swaying hips as she threw her head back in drunken delight. Even in her state of intoxication, Y/N had felt Rafeâs eyes on her ever since theyâd arrived at one of Topperâs infamous ragers. Heâd long abandoned his conversation with Top and Kelce in favour of taking her in between shots of hard liquor, his fingers itching to find the small of Y/Nâs back.
âYo, you good man?â Kelce smiled, patting him jovially on his shoulder. Rafe turned to meet his friend's eyes, heat rising to his cheeks. He did his best to blame it on the alcohol.
"Yeah. Yeah man, 'm alright."
The words fell effortlessly from his lips, but Rafe wasn't even sure that he believed them. He wasn't used to this tightness gripping his chest, his body aching for the feeling of Y/Nâs soft skin against his.
"He's fine, Kelce," Topper smirked over the rim of his drink. "Our boy here's just feelin' a little pussy-whipped. Aren't you, Cameron?"
Rafe's face hardened as the two boys laughed, his jaw clenching. "Fuck off, Top."
"Hey man!" Topper put his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling as he spoke. "No need to get all embarrassed. Just didn't know getting with Y/N would make you so soft, that's all."
Rafe gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to lose his temper. Y/N always hated when he thought with his fists and not his head, and he reckoned she wouldn't be pleased to watch him throw his best friend into the nearest wall.
Instead Rafe chose to stand with a slurred whatever, man, opting to leave Kelce and Topper behind in favour of the only person who could keep him calm.
"Hey," Y/N said softly, looking up as Rafeâs presence loomed over her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile as she felt Rafe's hands admire her figure from behind, shuddering as they found their way around her waist. Rafe pulled her close to his front, swaying with Y/N as she continued to dance on unsteady feet. "Got bored of Top already, huh?" She nodded over to where his idiotic friends were now busy offering shots to any girls unfortunate enough to cross their paths.
"Nah," Rafe said, his voice low and gravelly from the alcohol. "Just missed you, kid."
Y/N turned, resting her head on her boyfriend's chest, and Rafe brought his hand up to cup the nape of her neck. God, he'd been craving this all night. Y/N's weight against his chest, the addictive smell of her perfumeâjust her presence had a way of pacifying him like nothing else could.
Finally Rafe felt himself relax, his face buried in Y/N's hair.
"That so?" Y/N whispered into the sensitive skin of his neck. Rafe chuckled, using his free hand to move a few strands of hair from her face.
"What're you playin' at, hm?"
"Nothin'." He found himself lost in the sickly sweet tone of her voice, pooling like honey in his ears. "Just surprised. Didn't think the Big Bad Rafe Cameron would miss little ole me."
Y/N whimpered suddenly as Rafe's grip tightened around the back of her neck, his hair brushing against her cheek as he leant down to her height.
âWhy don't we get out of here then, kid." Goosebumps broke out over Y/Nâs arms as Rafe spoke, low and steady. "Let me show you just how much I missed you."
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can u write about y/n doing that one tiktok trend where she tells Matt/Chris to get out of the room while she changes and heâs all shocked n stuff đđ
matt:
matt would be so disconcerted, not believing that you want him to get out of your shared bedroom so you can change after so many times seeing you naked, he would think he did something wrong and that you were feeling insecure, being a lost puppy đđ
- here's a small blurb of it -
Y/N stood at the foot of the bed, rummaging through the closet for a fresh change of clothes. Matt was sprawled on the bed, his laptop propped up on a pillow as he half-heartedly worked on answering some emails. Every few minutes, he'd glance up at her, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched her move around the room.
"Hey, honey?" Y/N called out, trying to keep her tone casual. "Could you step out of the room for a minute? I need to get changed."
Matt's eyes shot up from the screen, his expression instantly transforming into one of confusion. His brows furrowed, and his mouth opened slightly as if to ask a question, but no words came out. He just stared at her, blinking a few times as if trying to process what she'd said.
"Wait, what?" He finally managed to utter, sitting up straighter on the bed. "You want me to leave the room? Why?"
Y/N suppressed a grin, keeping her face as neutral as possible.
"I just need some privacy, that's all."
Matt looked even more bewildered.
"But... I've seen you naked like a million times, babe. We live together. Why do you need privacy now?" His eyes were wide, resembling those of a lost puppy. He looked genuinely hurt, and Y/N felt a pang of guilt for a moment, but she pressed on with the prank.
"I don't know, Matt." She said, her voice deliberately casual. "I just feel like I need some space right now."
Matt's confusion deepened, and he swung his legs off the bed, standing up but not moving towards the door. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes fixed on her with a mix of worry and sadness.
"Are you... are you feeling insecure about something? Because you're so pretty, Y/N. You're perfect. You don't need to feel that way."
The earnestness in his voice made Y/N's heart melt a little. She bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"It's not that, Matt. I just... I don't know, I need some time to myself."
Matt took a step closer, his expression pleading.
"But why now? Did I do something to make you feel uncomfortable? Because I swear, I think you're the most beautiful person in the world. You don't need to hide from me."
Y/N could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and she almost caved in. Almost. But she wanted to see just how far she could take this.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong." She said softly. "I just... I just need a moment."
Matt looked utterly defeated. He took another step towards the door, his shoulders slumping.
"Okay, if that's what you want." He said quietly.
Y/N watched as he reluctantly reached for the doorknob, his movements slow and hesitant. She could see the hurt in his eyes, and it was too much for her to bear. Just as he was about to turn the knob, she burst out laughing.
"Matt, wait!" She called, unable to keep the amusement out of her voice. "I'm just messing with you!"
Matt froze, turning to look at her with a mix of confusion and relief.
"What?"
"I'm pranking you." Y/N admitted, still giggling. "I just wanted to see how you'd react."
The confusion on Matt's face slowly gave way to a look of realization, and then he started to laugh. He let go of the doorknob and walked back to her, shaking his head.
"You little brat." He said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "You really had me worried there."
Y/N grinned up at him, her arms looping around his neck.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You just looked so lost and confused."
chris:
chris would for sure be confused and upset, I feel he would question you and be a little brat when you insist, rolling his eyes to you and acting like you were crazy LMAO
- here's a small blurb for it -
Y/N stood in front of the closet, rifling through hangers as she searched for something to wear. Chris was sprawled out on their bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hands, glancing up occasionally to watch her.
Y/N pulled a dress from the closet and held it up, examining it critically. After a moment, she turned to Chris, a playful glint in her eye.
"Hey, babe, can you step out for a minute? I need to get changed."
Chris's head snapped up, his eyes widening in disbelief.
"What?" His voice was a mixture of confusion and amusement. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah." Y/N said, trying to keep a straight face. "I need some privacy."
Chris blocked his phone screen, throwing it to the side above the mattress as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood up, towering over her with his broad frame.
"Privacy?" He repeated, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "We've been together for how long now? And you suddenly need privacy?" His voice sounded high-pitched.
Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Yes, Chris. I just... I need a minute to myself."
Chris stepped closer, his presence commanding and gentle all at once.
"Are you feeling okay?" He placed a hand on her cheek, tilting her head up so he could look into her eyes. "Did something happen?"
"No, nothing happened." Y/N replied, her resolve starting to waver under his intense gaze. She knew he could be bossy, but he was also incredibly gentle, which made her expect his reaction eagerly. "I just... I thought it might be nice to have a little space."
Chris let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
"Space? In our bedroom? While you're changing?" He shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You know Iâve seen it all before, right? And that all of it is mine." He gestured for her body with his hands.
"Yes, I know." Y/N said, finally letting a giggle escape. "But, you know, sometimes a girl needs a little mystery."
Chris's eyes sparkled with amusement as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.
"Mystery, huh?" His voice was low, teasing. "Alright, I'll play along."
Y/N felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady beat of his heart against her cheek.
"Thank you." She murmured, her face pressed against his chest.
Chris kissed the top of her head before stepping back.
"Okay, I'll step out. But only for a minute." He said, pointing a finger at her playfully. "I expect you to be dressed when I get back."
"Yes, sir." Y/N replied with a mock salute, trying to keep a straight face.
Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he walked to the door. He paused in the doorway, turning back to look at her.
"You're really something, you know that?"
"I do." Y/N said, grinning. "Now go, I need to get changed."
Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in his gaze.
"Alright, alright. I'm going." He stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Y/N waited a few seconds before she burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room. She could picture Chris standing just outside the door, probably shaking his head at her antics. She quickly slipped out of her current outfit and into the dress she had chosen, adjusting it in the mirror.
A few minutes later, she opened the door to find Chris leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
"Done?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Done." Y/N confirmed, stepping aside to let him back in.
Chris walked in, his eyes immediately scanning her outfit.
"You look beautiful." He said, his voice sincere.
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Public sex with oscar, other people getting off on it without them knowing or like them getting caught or maybe even oscar cuming in yn secretly in front of everyone, just anything voyeur with oscar please đ
People would never ever guess the things that you and Oscar got up to behind closed doors, and even sometimes open ones. Oscar always got off on the idea of people seeing what he does to you, showing them how well he knows your body. They never question it when his driverâs room door is conveniently left unlocked whilst you celebrate his race, or when he licks his fingers after his hand comes up from below the table at dinner.
Sure they notice how affectionate he is, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind. But theyâve never heard the filthy words he whispers to you about how easy it would be to lift up your little skirt and stuff you full. Or so you thought.
Lando is the first to notice, given the amount of time he spends around you both. He notices the way Oscar often has a hand on you, leaning in too often to whisper something discreetly in your ear. It was at dinner that the truth first came together. Oscarâs hand had been under the table for a while, him eating his dessert with just one hand. You however, hadnât eaten an ounce of yours. When Lando looked over to you he noticed how flushed you were, how your eyelids fluttered and how your lips seemed more tempting you than the dessert.
His eyes trailed over you, following them down to where Oscarâs hand seemingly rested on your legs. From his vantage point he could see the way Oscarâs arm was flexing rhythmically, his hand moving ever so slightly. His eyes widened as he realised what his shy teammate was doing. He wonât lie and say the thought didnât have him straining against his jeans slightly, especially when he spotted how calmly Oscar was watching him. Oscar winked at his teammate, a finger coming to his lips in a shh-ing motion. Lando swallowed dryly, nodding as he continued to glance all night, especially when Oscar licked his fingers clean.
Oscar had continued his public acts, often finding himself two fingers deep inside you as you struggled to stay quiet. But he loved the busy clubs, when the drivers booked a VIP booth and no one paid any attention to anything other than alcohol. After the end of his first season in Formula One he was itching to celebrate, aching to get you alone. Once Oscar realised this was unlikely to happen, heâs formed a plan. A plan that culminated in this moment, you on his lap in a club, whilst some other occupants of the grid watched on.
Lando again had been the first to notice, your cheeks flushing at Oscarâs words. âImagine being stuffed full in this club, nobody would know how deep I am inside you baby.â He cooed in your ear, large hands sliding up and down your exposed legs. It took George and Fernando arriving with more shots for you to agree, firm in your decision that everyone else was preoccupied.
You wriggled in Oscarâs lap, finding a comfortable position that didnât look too suspicious. You hovered over him as he slipped his member out of his jeans. He bit back a groan as you slid yourself down, your warm walls encasing him. âSo fucking tight arenât you?â He whispered in your ear, âSuch a slut for me.â You whimper lightly, burying your head in his neck as you start a subtle grinding motion against him.
âThatâs it, use me where anyone could see you. Do you like that idea?â Oscar coos, âThat anyone here could look over and see how needy and desperate you are.â His hands squeeze your hips as he rolls you against him, groaning in your ear at the feeling if you wrapped around him. Oscarâs grateful for the booming music, grateful that no-one can hear you moaning for him. You hear Oscar chuckle lightly from your position, looking up at him in confusion. âDonât stop sweetheart, but we have a small audience.â Oscar tells you, your heart stopping at his words.
He smirks at the way your walls clench around him before beckoning the audience member over. You hear someone sit next to the pair of you behind the table, Oscar greeting him with a nod. âTook you a while to notice this time mate.â Oscar says, your ears barely picking up the scoff of your new admirer.
âKeeping her hidden thatâs why Oscar, you know I like to see her face. See what you do to her.â Landoâs voice causes a flush to overtake you, your hips grinding harder against Oscar. He groans once more, head tilting back at the feeling of you on top of him. âOh sheâs getting you good this time isnât she?â Lando laughs, licking his lips as he watches you move.
âYou have no idea,â Oscar smirks, âSheâs an angel.â He tells his teammate. You whine into his neck as Oscarâs hand wraps in your hair. He tugs lightly, your face emerging from its hiding spot. âI want you to look at Lando baby, he likes your pretty little face.â Oscar mutters, stroking your cheek gently as he grinds his cock into you. Once you make eye contact with Lando your pace increases, joined now by Oscarâs thumb on your clit. Your moan of his name catches the attention of another driver, the warmth of his body emanating from behind you.
âRoped Lando into your little kink too have you?â
The American accent of Logan fills your ears, a soft smile spreading over your lips at the familiar audience member. âItâs hot isnât it Lando? The way sheâd do anything for him. You should see them behind closed doors, absolutely filthy.â Logan muses, hand resting on your hip as he helps you move over his best friend.
âYou really should come watch Lando, she loves the extra pair of eyes.â Oscar tells his teammate, âYou think sheâs dirty now? Wait âtil you see her on all fours with my dick in her mouth. Itâs art.â You canât help but moan at his words, squirming at the way the three men discuss you. Itâs when Lando smiles at the thought of watching you both in private, nodding at Oscarâs proposal, that you tumble over the edge.
Your legs quake and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your walls clench around Oscar as he bites his lip, stifling the loud moan threatening to spill out. You attempt to hide your face once more but Lando holds your head still, studying your face as you cum for his teammate. Oscar grinds into you deeper, the rhythmic clenching driving him to his own orgasm. He shoots his load inside you, whimpering in sensitivity as Logan continues to move your hips.
The pair of you come down with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks, before eventually leaving the club. Trailed by Logan and Lando for a night youâll never forget.
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pretty little wife | sorry, baby
joel miller x f!reader one shot collection
series masterlist | main masterlist | ao3 | âškofi âš
summary: 4k words. Joel is stressed and busy with a big project at work lately. His pretty little wife makes it all better.
warnings: 18+ MDNI! no apocalypse au, pre-established relationship/dynamic, sub/dom relationship, free use kink, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship (!! yes), unprotected piv, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names for reader, sir kink making a reappearance, bit of fluff mixed in, mention of food/eating, @ GOD WHY ISNT THIS ME
a/n: I'M BACK. these two sick lovebirds are back đ i needed something sweet to write while working on smother so here's some cute domestic sucking and fucking from my favorite couple MWAH
reminder i have no taglist anymore, follow @beardedjoel-updates to hear about my new fics!
Gonna be late again. Sorry baby.
Joelâs hurried text had pinged your phone a few hours ago, and you reassured him it was no problem, of course. You know that his company is contracting on a huge project in downtown Austin right now, and it required a lot of Joelâs attention. Heâd been giving so much you were surprised that he had anything left in the tank when he came home to you. But by god, so many nights he sure did, coming home in a frenzy to fuck you, taste you, finding you where you were when he arrived home - cleaning up dishes from dinner, the shower, already curled up in bed with a book on one particularly late night.
You relished in him releasing everything into you - the stress of his day instantly melting with a simple touch of his lips to yours, drinking in your curves and soft skin with rough hands and frenzied yet controlled movements. It always seemed like the more stressed he was, the more he couldnât get his cock in you fast enough, the more relentless he was in the ways he took care of you. Heâd leave you spent, dripping, and aching, letting you talk softly about your day as he stroked your hair afterwards, all sweetness and hushed tones until you two fell asleep.
You peer into the living room from the kitchen to see Joel walking in, looking generally askew and you frown. When his shoes are yanked off and placed in the closet he looks up to see you leaning on the doorframe, lips full and pouting, finger sticking up with a patch of cookie dough stuck to it to taste test. You stand in a long, threadbare t-shirt of his and pink cotton panties, just what Joel had set out for you this morning, and he makes sure to thank his past self for such a wise choice this morning. Youâd laughed at the lack of bra or any kind of pants, knowing it was no accident youâd ended up dressed without any bottoms on today. You aim to please, and the look Joel gives you whenever he sees you exactly how he envisioned you for the day always makes your heart soar a little higher.Â
He finds his way to the couch, sprawling out and giving you an exhausted look. You stick the errant finger into your mouth, sucking the sweet, sugary cookie dough off and licking your lips. Joelâs expression changes quickly, his interest clearly sparked, but the wearisome look doesnât leave his eyes.Â
âBaby?â you ask, your brows furrowing further with worry. This wasnât your husband, this wasnât Joel, and you always hate to see him have a tough day. It makes your heart ache when he works too hard, gives too much of himself and winds up burnt out. You certainly donât mind making it all better for him, thatâs what youâre here for, after all, but it pains you nonetheless.
âCâmon over here, little wife,â Joel murmurs, running a hand down his weary face. When he pulls it away, he gazes at you with heavy lids before propping his hands behind his head.Â
You saunter over to him, standing next to where he lays and reaching down to graze your fingers over his stretched bicep, trailing it inwards towards his face. He hums, fluttering his eyes closed for a brief moment and enjoying the way your gentle fingers work across his cheekbones and through his beard.Â
His hand slowly moves from behind his head to curve around your waist, drawing you nearer, the front of your knees hitting the side of the couch cushions now. His silent signals are obvious to you at this point, so you donât waste a moment swinging your leg around his body, tucking it in between his thigh and the back of the couch, settling in to straddle him. A hand runs gently down his chest as you tilt your head, studying his face in concern.Â
âWhatâs my husband need from me?â you ask quietly, letting your other hand bury itself in his curls, scratching at his scalp.Â
Joel lets out a pleasured groan, nearly shuddering at the feeling. âFuck, baby.â You feel his body shift underneath you, already squirming with the sensation of your fingers doing their work on him. âMake me feel good.âÂ
âLetâs get you more comfortable, then,â you coo, fingers already moving on the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of the top few to let his chest breathe a little bit. You take only a beat to admire the top of his chest poking out, curls of hair sticking out wild and messy before getting to work. You slither down his body, giving yourself enough room to undo his belt before pulling it out of its loops and tossing it aside.Â
âLift, please,â you say, keeping up your gentle, soothing tone as Joelâs hips lift off the couch and allow you the space to pull down his dress pants, wriggling them down to his ankles and then over his feet. âNow thatâs better, isnât it?â
âMmm,â Joel answers, a pleasant little hum from the back of his throat. You can feel how your ministrations have already gotten him hard as it brushes against your center when you settle back on top of his hips. A brief tease of your hips swirling on his sends Joelâs twitching, a sly little smile flashing on his lips. But youâre gone an instant later, moving down the couch and settling next to his feet, sitting crossed legged to face them before taking one into your lap.Â
âWhatâs this, now?â Joel asks, a slight tiredness to his voice now.Â
âEver heard of a foot rub?â you reply with a lifted brow. He chuckles and you watch his body rumble with the sound.Â
âGivinâ me mouth today, are we?â he asks playfully, the tired laughter still fading off as he speaks.Â
âI could,â you retort, pursing your lips and looking up from his feet to find his eyes peeking open, looking down at your delicate, innocuous smile with a plethora of hidden meaning behind it.Â
âSuch a dirty girlâŠâ he murmurs, neatly cut off by the groan he lets out when you press in on one of his arches with your thumb.
âSee? I know what you need, baby,â you coo, working your fingers into the tender spots on his foot, being sure to use just the right amount of pressure. You prop his foot in your lap, letting it hang there as you gently rotate his ankle, loosening everything up.Â
âChrist,â he breathes out as you start on the other foot. His breathing is a little labored, pain and pleasure mixing together as you continue to help his weary soles. You work each foot until he sighs contentedly, a good sign that your work is finished.Â
At least on his feet, that is. You run your hands teasingly up his thighs, settling them on his hips as you work your way back up his body, hips straddling his again. You lean down and brush your lips against his neck, peering up to watch Joelâs eyes flutter shut as he sighs again. The sound is music to your ears, anytime your husband makes that content, soft little sound you think youâve reached heaven. You suck and flick little patches all over his neck, starting a slow, steady grind of your hips.Â
âOh, pretty girl,â Joel starts, landing a firm hand along your hip. âI canât today⊠Iâm so fuckinâ beat. You know Iâd give anything to fuck my cock into youâŠâ He murmurs the words with a hint of frustration. You know this is hitting Joel harder than heâs letting on, seeing as his singularly focused task most days is to find a way to get himself inside of you.
âWho said anything about you fucking me?â you ask slyly, hands hooking into the sides of his briefs. You watch as Joelâs eyes pop open and look at you mischievously. âYou said to make you feel good, so thatâs what Iâm doing, my darling.â You keep your tone even and calming as you continue with your teasing, deft fingers playing under his waistband.Â
Joelâs smirk grows and he reaches a hand up to gently pet the back of your head before pulling you to his face, kissing you deeply. âGood girl,â he says as he pulls away, the words falling right onto your own lips. âDoinâ as youâre told.â
You slink lower, getting to the spot you know excites him the most, straddling lower on his legs to bring your mouth down to his clothed cock. You plant small kisses along the obvious bulge and Joel reacts immediately with a small hiss through his teeth. You kiss and lick and suck, letting the fabric tamp enough of the pleasure to drive him crazy.Â
âGod damn itâŠâ he grunts quietly, hips shifting as they spasm up towards your mouth when you suck another spot on the fabric, taking your sweet time, only a small form of torture for Joel. âYou tryna make me ask you to pull my cock out and get your pretty mouth on it? Cause you know, once Iâm not dead on mâfeet I might have to punish you âf thatâs the case.â His words tumble out slow and thick with his accent - that Southern drawl always comes out more when heâs tired and mumbling.
Your mouth curls deviously and you lick your lips. âWouldnât dream of it,â you reply in a low lilt.Â
âMhmâŠâ Joel teases, but you heed his warning anyhow, tugging his briefs down to free his cock, nearly enraged as it throbs and drips precum from the way youâd already been working on it. Your tongue finds the salty fluid at his head, lapping it with just the tip of your tongue and swirling it around. You start to practically nuzzle it, catching his cock in the corners of your lips, letting your tongue get a few tiny kitten licks on his shaft as you rub it along your cheeks. The smooth skin glides along your face and you start to get messier with it, letting his cock start to spread his precum and your saliva along your cheeks as you let the flat of your tongue run along it.
Joel lets out a loud, long groan, fingers gripping deep into the couch cushion. He can barely contain himself as your tongue licks a thick stripe up underneath his length, tracing the most prominent vein. His hips stutter forward as he gives himself to the moment.Â
âGod damn, honeyâŠâ he whimpers quietly, eyes shutting in the bliss of the moment.
Your hands rub his thighs gently, kneading into them as you start to bob your head on his cock, taking a little more each time until heâs at the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag, a little noise coming out of you, sending Joelâs hand flying to the back of your head, his gaze watching the way his cock disappears inside of your warm mouth.
âThatâs it, choke on it like I like, pretty girlâŠâ Joel mumbles, eyes rolling back a little as his cock fills your mouth. âMy pretty wifeâŠâ he whispers with a reverence and respect, despite the degrading way heâs about to fuck your mouth.
You move with a little more urgency, your mouth stuffed and aching already, one hand coming up to grip the base of Joelâs cock and stroking there while your mouth works on him. Joelâs hand pushes down on your head, sending you a little further and you sputter, spit flying all around his cock and lap but it doesnât deter you. His hips start to move of their own accord into you, matching the rhythm of your mouth pumping on him. Your body gets hot and desperate for him, your praise loving nature alight just by seeing how much he loves the way you pleasure him. Your thighs wriggle as your cunt aches and drips now, begging you for relief that you know will have to wait.
âGod, fuck,â he cries out, âNeeded thisâŠâ Joel seems to be practically revived, a new energy filling his weary body as he grunts and pants, his cock sliding in and out of your mouth in faster strokes now. You can sense how close he is, you know your husbandâs body like the back of your hand now, his balls tightening and cock getting even harder on your tongue.
He grunts with the effort of sitting forward, yanking your head off of his cock and swiftly sliding his hands to your waist, hauling your entire body upwards so that your hips are above his.Â
âNeed this needy little cunt, look how soaked you are,â Joel coos with a genuine pity for you as he sees the wet stain on your panties.. His fingers tear your underwear to the side, giving enough room for his cock to position itself at your weeping entrance, giving you no time to even process it before he forces your hips to bear down on him.
You cry out in a long, wanting moan as he fills you up, the stretch of him burning in that familiar way that you love and crave so much. Joel is an addiction - your husband the one thing in life you could never get enough of, never filling you enough, never fucking you full and deep enough times that youâre fulfilled. He never fails to leave you satisfied, of course, but youâre always wanting more in the next moment, practically wishing you could live just like this - his cock stuffing you and stretching your pussy to its limits, sending that pain you live for deep inside of you until it turns to the most blinding pleasure. Gratitude overtakes you as you sink down completely, whispering out a fervent thank you as you feel yourself clench around him, eyes shut and head thrown back. Joel reaches to your chin, pulling your head to look down at him.Â
âWhat was that?â he asks teasingly, rutting his hips up into your as he speaks. You shudder again, pussy clenching around him as you feel his length pressing against your walls.
âT-thank you,â you breathe out. âThank you, sirâŠâ Youâre unable to say anything else, only look at him with half-lidded eyes and cry out wantonly when he pushes all the way in again, seating himself inside of you only to lift your hips up and do it all over again.
âYeah⊠knew beinâ stuffed full of my cock would make you my polite girl again,â Joel says arrogantly, sending a fresh wave of arousal right between your legs, gushing around his girth. You nod, blinking down at him, rolling your hips and chasing your pleasure. You lean down a little closer to Joel, bringing your chest more flush with his, the change in angle devastating the both of you.Â
âSo fuckinâ full of me,â Joel whispers in your ear, taking it upon himself to bend his legs and start fucking up into you. You moan in his ear, tears springing to your eyes as you feel him close to your cervix, each deep thrust sinfully delicious and bordering on painful in the way that makes your skin tingle in the best way. You want to be used, you want him as deep as he can possibly go, to feel you entirely wrapped around him.
Joel grunts, hot breath fanning next to your ear as he holds you close. Your bodies are intermingling with sweat now, your ass slapping down onto his thighs reverberating through the quiet living room. Itâs just this - the two of you, your shared breath, your intertwined bodies, nothing else matters or even registers to you now. Joelâs hips shift the slightest bit in angle and you cry out, your g-spot now overstimulated with attention as Joelâs cock pounds into you harder, brushing the spongy spot with each new movement into you.
You pant, clutching onto him and digging your manicured nails into his shoulder, scratching them along to his neck where you hang on for dear life.
âFuckâŠâ you murmur, feeling your body tensing, legs like jello as they shake on either side of Joelâs thighs. âLet me come, p-please, sir,â you whimper, holding back with every ounce of strength you have as the tingling warmth spreads, heat in your belly threatening to burst at any second.
âHang on fâme, baby, fuck, n-not yet,â Joel replies in a huff, clearly close to that high himself. âWanna fill you up right when youâre cominâ so pretty fâme.â
You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood, holding back as your body screams at you with need. This wasnât the first time Joel had you hold back your climax, and it certainly wouldnât be the last, but it never got any easier. You whimper, nearing a sob as Joel thrusts into you, your hips rolling and stuttering into his movements. âPlease⊠sirâŠâ you cry.
Joel grunts out a stern no and continues to slam his hips into yours, growing harsher by the second. Youâre a whimpering wreck, your body nearly about to betray you as Joel hits your g-spot again. Tears leak from your eyes with the psychological effort of holding back, but you know itâll be worth it. It always is.
âNow,â Joel says simply, âCome for me, little doll,â he adds, finishing the sentence with a grunt as you start to lose control, feeling like a dam inside of you is bursting, all the pleasure rolling over you in dazzling waves. You flutter around Joelâs cock almost as hard as you ever have, squeezing his length as he lets out a small whimper himself. Your breathy moans right in his ear send goosebumps along his whole body despite how stifling the air is surrounding you two.
âFuckâŠâ he moans, his hips jerking a few times before he starts to spill himself into you. You continue to shake, pulling every last drop from him as you ride out your own high, Joelâs name rolling off your tongue as you moan.
âGod, yeahâŠâ you whimper out, finally collapsing onto Joelâs chest as his legs go limp underneath you. You both lay in silence, chests heaving and small smiles on your faces. Joel strokes the back of your head and your smile grows. Neither of you seem set on moving, the combination of both of your climaxes a slick mess between the two of you as you settle into a more steady rhythm of breathing.
âMmmâŠâ Joel mumbles out the noise. âHowâs my pretty little wife today, hm?â he asks quietly, fingers tracing down your cheeks to your lips.
âYouâre late to ask,â you tease him with a laugh, typically hearing that question before anything else when he gets home. He uses his free hand to squeeze your ass cheek in warning at your bratiness and you grin. âBut better now,â you answer in the familiar response to your favorite question from him.
âThought so,â Joel says wryly, giving you ass a lazy pat before kissing the side of your head. Heâs quiet for a few moments before lifting your hips off of his, your body immediately missing the sweet fullness of him as you both sit up. Joel brings your legs over his and you rest your head on his shoulder, feeling like the most natural fit in the world.Â
ââM sorry about all this, baby - all the late nights and beinâ stressed and probably beinâ a grouch,â Joel says, his voice laden with guilt. He circles on your bare thigh with his fingers and you shudder a little, snuggling further into him. One of your hands wraps around his cheek, turning his head to meet your eye line and you give him a soft smile.
âYou think you just now started being a grouch?â you joke, knowing youâre pushing your limits on how much bratiness Joel will tolerate in one day before things escalate.
He growls deep in his throat and you giggle softly, scratching your fingers through his hair. âThin ice, babyâŠâ he murmurs.
âI love my grumpy husband,â you say sweetly, fingers moving down to run through his rough beard. âItâs okay though, Joel. Promise. I just miss you, but this busy and crazy time will pass like it always does, right? In the mean time...â you lower your voice, a finger trailing from his cheek to his neck and down his chest. âWe can just do that anytime you need it.âÂ
Joel chuckles, giving your entire body a squeeze against him. âThatâs my good girl. Always ready fâme.â You smile into his chest at his praise before he continues. âWeâll do somethinâ this weekend, the two of us anâ spend some time together, mkay? Make up for all this bullshit.â
You feel your heart squeeze inside your chest and your stomach flutter a little at the idea. Joel has typically been pretty good about planning dates over the years, but you know that itâs been hard with his extra workload lately, so youâve been missing the romantic evenings heâd plan for you two. Youâd tried to ask about planning one yourself, and Joel shut you down immediately in the sweetest way possible, claiming the responsibility fully for himself to do that for you.
âOoh, yes please,â you reply excitedly, hugging him close. Â
ââS a date then,â Joel confirms, leaning his head back onto the couch while you stay resting on his shoulder. You both fall into a comfortable quiet again, Joelâs breathing steadying as he dozes off.Â
âDo you want a cookie?â you ask into the silence, sitting up. Joelâs eyes creak open from where heâd been resting them and he glances down at you with furrowed brows.Â
âThat sâposed to be some kind of euphemism, darlinâ?â he asks groggily. You laugh, throwing your head back a little and shuffling yourself to sit up on the edge of the couch.Â
âCould be,â you giggle, âReal cookies this time, though. You can even sneak one before dinner.âÂ
Joel perks up a little, eyes opening a bit more. âChocolate chip?â he asks, a boyish glint in his gaze.Â
âOf course,â you nod, and Joel smiles tiredly, sitting up to join you on the edge of the couch.Â
âYou know youâre the best wife?â Joel says, nudging you with his shoulder and leaning over for a quick peck on your cheek before standing up and pulling his pants back on. He moans and groans while he twists his back and stretches his arms over his head for a few moments, and you know his knees must be flaring up as they do when heâs more stressed.
âJust one,â you warn Joel as you see him making his way to the kitchen trying to look like some kind of master sleuther on the hunt for fresh baked cookies. âIâm making dinner soon.â
âYeah, yeah,â Joel tosses over his shoulder at you before disappearing around the corner. When you make your way to the kitchen, you watch him take a bite off of a cookie from the cooling rack and you stand with crossed arms, admiring him. His eyes look you up and down with a similar appreciation, landing between your legs where he sees your underwear completely soaked and stained from your recent rendezvous. He smirks as he chews, stepping towards you.Â
âAnâ donât you dare think about changing your underwear,â he says in a low rumble, eyes flicking all over your face as he gets close to read if youâre going to keep up your bratty streak today. Instead, you give him a docile little upturn of your lips - heâs been through enough today - and brush past him to start working on dinner.Â
âWouldnât dream of it.â
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nsfw, aventurine x afab!reader, porn w plot, aventurine is ass obsessed! fingering, backshots. a lot of it. itâs all back shots.
this was heavily inspired by @hitomisuzuya !! i wouldâve used a different game but i literally only know how to play blackjack because of roblox 21 đ i also havenât finished the tbz quests so im going off what i know and pure bullshit
how you ended up as a secretary to one of the ten stonehearts beats you. you try not to think about it too much, but the things aventurine ropes you in around different planets always confuse you! youâre just supposed to make sure he checks some stuff off a list, why are you out and about in the world like this? it doesnât help that whenever you try to stop him, he just sweet-talks his way out of it!
you canât even recall the name of this place, but aventurine thinks youâve been working too hard ! so, to âbuild moraleâ, he asks you to escort him to the casino near the lobby. youâre about to protest but he oh so rudely waves you off ! he insists you come with him anyways.
âall you have to do is sit pretty, relax and keep your eyes on me.â
the way the words slip from his lips send a shiver straight down into your core. but you canât think like that! this is your boss! so you clear your throat and tell him youâll be ready in a 20 minutes, much to his satisfaction. youâre stepping into the bathroom, face flushed as you think that his words had a little more meaning than just looking at him.
now you know Aventurine is an amazing gambler, but it never ceases to amaze you watching him. heâs in his element, never hesitating to bet or accept the next game. you sir quaintly beside him, sipping on your drink as you lose yourself to the noise in the music. itâs the grating voice of an unknown man saying something to that brings you back to your universe.
your boss takes notice of this though and stretches his arm out in front of you.
âthe doll is off limits.â the nickname catches you off guard but what really sets you off is the tone of his voice. what once was warm and playful is now an icy cold.
âoh,come on. how about a round of blackjack? best of three? winner gets the lady.â
a few people gather to watch the interaction as you csn feel the tension pick up. the two men never break eye contact as they size each other up. who does this man think he is? heâs about to tell him off, but aventurine feels your nimble fingers on his arm. he breaks the gaze to meet yours. his eyes are so beautiful, and you give him a small nod to let him know to go ahead. you trust him. so he turns back to the man and with a sly smile, heâs pulling off his gold-rimmed glasses to focus on the table.
âokay,letâs play.â
the first round is quick and easy. aventurine wins, 20 to 18. second one, the unknown man hits a break. it doesnât take long for him to close it in, ending with a perfect hand. the man groans and asks for a rematch. aventurine is quick to decline though, saying your time was well spent. he turns to you and offers his hand so the two of you can leave, and you take it without a second thought.
the way back up was void of aventurines usual teasing. his eyebrows are furrowed and the look on his face is still strong, so you decide to keep your questions to yourself until you reach the room.
when you do confront him about it, he tells you that even the best gamblers know not to play with their most important prizes. the gravity of the statement doesnât hit you until he has you pressed up against the door as he closes the gap between the two of you. his lips find yours as you instinctively move your hands up towards his neck.
he kisses just like he talks, smooth and fluid. your mouths meld perfectly together as he draws you closer to the warmth of his body. his hands reach down to grip the curve of your ass, and the squeal you make gives him access to dip his tongue further into your mouth. youâre moaning around his tongue and heâs groaning back in response while you move your hand up to grab a fistful of his hair.
aventurines outfit is expensive. you hate when it gets dirty for any reason as much as he does, but neither of you cares too much in the moment. youâre fully naked seated in his lap, while his fingers skillfully pump in and out of you. his other hand softly grinds you against him. you can feel his bulge pressing against you from behind while your slick is soaking up his gloves and heâs hissing at the mere thought of being inside you right now.
lips find the crook of your neck once more. your neck is littered with red and purple marks of possession as he speeds up his pace. you can feel it coming, and you move your hand to grip his wrist as a warning. your moans and cries become more erratic as you grip his hair once again and he groans into your skin right as you feel your orgasm crashing down. youâre shaking so much and he wraps his arms around you to hold you in place while he coos in your ear.
itâs all so wrong. watching your boss undress like this has to violate a lot of work ethics but you just canât seem to look away. the piercing gaze he has over you sends heat between your legs. heâs moving to place his back against the headboard as he gestures for you to come closer. heâs twirling his finger, and you take the hint to throw your leg over his. you gasp at how hard he feels against you.
the way heâs stretching your tight hole almost has you doubling over. the noise he lets out is almost sinful as heâs gripping the fat of your hips to drag you down to the base of his cock. he doesnât fail to let out a string of curses as you slowly start to bounce up and down on him. the way your ass is slapping against his skin is so fucking mesmerizing and he just canât drag himself to look away. youâre lost in the pleasure, playing with your tits as you try to distract yourself from the burning feeling in your thighs. your pace is starting to falter, but it doesnât go unnoticed by aventurine. he flattens his large hand against your back and pushes you flat down on the bed. heâs adjusting himself behind you and sliding right back into you without a warning.
you canât even think straight like this! heâs fucking into you, no, pounding into you so hard youâre worried heâll break the frame of the bed! you canât even raise your head! your face is planted in the pristine sheets as your eyes roll back from the sheer pleasure. same can be said for the man above you though, because he doesnât shift once! his palm connects with your ass once again and you twitch up at the sensation. he just loves the way your ass is jiggling and he canât get enough! the words of praise heâs whispering so softly at you while heâs so violently rutting into you are making your pretty head spin so hard that you canât even warn him that youâre about to cum! itâs the way your night writhes and the white ring around the base of his cock that starts to give it away.
by the time youâre awake again, youâre already cleaned up and under the blankets. you flush as the memories of the previous night flood back into your mind. you put your hands in your face as the man behind you starts to laugh. he drapes his arm over you and drags you close, peppering soft kisses all over your already red face as you meekly try to push him away. you donât want him to stop though, you just love being the object of his affection!
a/n: first hsr oneđ«Łi just love aven so much lmfao
thanks for reading !đ©”
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So, could you do task force 141 + König and whomever youâd like, how they would react to you kissing their cheeks as a dare or something? Idk my brain just thought of this
I love this itâs so cute đâ€ïž
Simon âGhostâ Riley:
He short circuits honestly
Heâs sitting there stuck in place, processing what happened
In the short second your lips made contact with the fabric of his mask, everything in his brain went silent
All the chaos, all the worries, all the voices, everything went silent like coming into the eye of a hurricane, there was peace for a moment
On the outside though? Heâs deadpanned đ¶
You almost feel like youâre in trouble but then he finally blinks and looks at you, you couldnât detect any anger or resentment so you beamed at him and went about your merry way
As heâs watching you walk away, that kiss is all heâs thinking about. Heâs wondering what it wouldâve felt like if he didnât have the stupid mask on, how soft your lips must be, if it was a little wet or not, he knows the feeling of your lips would be seared there for the rest of his life
Heâs thinking about that moment of quiet, that moment of peace, and heâs suddenly questioning himself, almost talking himself up to give it a try, to pursue that peace that you gave him, that peace that he could have with you
John âSoapâ MacTavish:
Donât think youâre getting away lightly
As soon as your lips made contact with his cheek, his face went red hot and his eyes were glimmering
He looked up at you with a huge grin going from ear to ear
âWhatâs that for?â He laughed, when you shrugged with a cheeky smile, he melted,
âDare you to do it again.â He winked,
You stepped in to meet his challenge but before you could even get close, he kissed your cheek instead
Now itâs your turn to be a blushing mess, and Johnny finds that the look suits you quite well
John Price:
Heâs been hearing about the date floating around for a while now and brushed it off
At least until you came into his office under the guise of turning in paperwork, when he heard stifled laughter coming from the hallway
You handed him your papers and leaned in to give him a quick peck on the cheek, your lips were so soft as they made contact with his skin, it sent lightning up his spine
He looked at you with disapproval and you felt the cold sweat bead on your forehead
He motions for you to come in close and you do as youâre told, leaning in, bent at the waist, waiting for him to speak. His face was close to your ear, the hairs on his cheek tickling your skin as he leaned in,
âNext time you feel like doing that, donât hide behind a dare, love.â He sat back with a knowing glint in his eyes, âThatâll be all, sergeant.â
Kyle âGazâ Gerrick:
Oof sweetheart, he already knows about the dare thatâs been circulating on base, heâs been waiting
And then he sees you walking towards him like the cat that got the cream
He already knows and heâs a little smug about it smh
What isnât prepared for is how his brain fires on all cylinders the moment your lips pressed against his cheek
It was like a jolt of electricity shot straight through him, like something in him came alive
Heâs not one to be rendered speechless too often but heâs dumbstruck
He had a plan of pulling you back in so he could return the kiss but he was stuck in place, slack-jawed with his hand slowly coming to rest on the spot you kissed
Heâll get you back eventually, right now he just needs to process what just happened
König:
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He appreciated that you didnât lift his hood so you could kiss him but in that moment he wished it wasnât there
He felt the warmth of your skin through the fabric and he mourned not feeling the soft skin of your lips against his cheek
It felt like going outside and feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin, breathing the fresh spring air and sitting on a blanket in the park
He started imagining you there, sitting in the park among the flowers, your eyes closed in bliss as you take in the warmth of the sun and breathing the freshness of the air
He wasnât on an army base in god knows where, he was sitting there in that park with you, mesmerized by your smile, holding your hand in his
He was snapped back to reality when you waved your hand in his face, apologies pouring from your lips
He can barely process the words as he leans in and repeats the action, pressing his clothed lips against your cheek
He canât help the satisfaction when he sees you short circuiting as much as he was
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NEEDD someone to write more about simp!miles and how he finally asks reader out. I love him w the trope friends to lovers i definitely feel like he would try to ask his s/o out and fail to so many timesđđ
Jitters.
Simp!Miles Morales x Gn!Reader
âOh my god youâre clueless.â
THIS WAS LIKE FIVE MINUTES ADTER MY CALL FOR POST LMFAOOO OKAY BBY I GOT U âŒïž
2 + 1 Trope? Got that DOWN baby.
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The first time Miles had ever met you, it had been the most bland, unimportant, nothing-burger of a day heâd ever been privy to living.
The weight of his classmates gazes settled uncomfortably, but familiarly, onto his back. The whispers they shared with one another having him strain to hear over the beating of his own finicky heart.
A boring, low effort slide show casted on a lazily erased white board was barely keeping him from falling asleep.
And yet his foot wouldnât stop tapping, the nerves alighting something within him like sparks near a gas leak. The way his heart was beating wasnât just from the whispers flown around he knows werenât about him. (He couldnât help it, what if they are?)
There was something else, like an anticipation boiling his blood vessels. Spidey-sense through the roof and heart rate accelerating.
He stanced his feet, twisting them slowly to shoot out of his seat when ready, as if a crazed, murderous version of him was going to burst the the door at any moments notice.
The handle twisted, his vision honed in, ears sharp-tuned to every movement the muse terry figure made.
And as the door swung open, the breath he was holding left him. Exasperation and amazement at the person in front of him, the harmless, beauty of a person.
âAh. Mx.[Last Name], Pleasure of you to join us,â His Teacher snarked, adding a hasty âfinallyâ to the end under his breath.
Miles shot the man a dirty look before focusing back onto you, as seemingly everyone had.
You caught peopleâs attention from the get-go, aura leaking something trusting, something good. Like out of everyone in the world he could talk to, he knows youâd listen in earnest.
You made eye contact with him, your eyes glistening against the light of the projector, he almost sighed.
You looked away again, addressing your Teacher. âSorry Sir, I didnât exactly know where to go.â You politely laughed it off, disrespect to authority wasnât exactly something you wanted on your track record the moment you got to this place.
âItâsââ He dragged a hand down his face whilst you shuffled in your spot. âItâs fine. Just go sit next to uh.-â
Miles say up a little straighter, a silent competition with the other people in his class crawling for your attention.
âMiles. Morales raise your hand.â
He felt almost smug as he did Small huffs of disappointment coming from his undeserving peers. You smiled at him, waltzing over with a confidence he could only dream, and sat in the chair beside him. He watched you unpack your stuff as the professor drawled on, and when you caught his watchful eye, you waved.
He blushed. The whispers definitely werenât about him now.
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One.
You were putting you books in your locker when a small tap was placed upon your shoulder.
Catching your attention, you stuffed the remaining books inside carelessly and turned to face the subject of curiosity.
The boy you had sat next to your first date stood shuffling foot to foot before you. Nervously scratching his neck and kicking his Jordans.
âHey I- Uhh.â He coughed, scared his voice would crack in front of you, he almost cringed at the thought. âIâm Miles-â
âMorales. I remember you.â You smiled sweetly up at him, you did remember him. It was no lie, he was kind of hard to forget. âOh, you do?â
âI mean, you were the only one in that class willing to sit next to a stranger. And you were pretty nice about it too.â
âUhuh, yeah, thatâs me.â Only one willing? With a person like you showing up? The entire room was glaring at him.
âThanks for that, by the way.â
You closed your locker and turned back to him.
âYeah, no problem. It was no big deal, really.â He rushed out, your presence alone making him nervous.
âAnyways I-,â he cleared his throat again. âI was wondering if youâd yâknow..â He looked at you through his thick eyelashes, god he was pretty. âIâdâŠ?â
âWannahangoutsometime.â
You stumped for a moment, trying to figure out what heâd just said before laughing lightly. He swears he saw heaven the second youâd smiled at him.
âYeah we can hang out, right now actually!â
Grabbing his arm and walking with him as you chatted. His breathing stuttered, unprepared for your misunderstanding of his intentions, but okay with the outcome. Having your arm linked with his, pulling him wherever you wanted to go like some puppy. Giggling and whispering to him something he couldnât pay attention to over the sweetened sound of your voice. He was pretty damn okay with it.
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Two.
It had been around three months since you had met Miles. And although you hated the thought, you only had your mean professor to thank. So, kudos to him.
You were into the boy, no doubt. His charming personality additional to the kind of dorky thing he had going on, you loved it. A month after the initial meeting, he had finally got the courage to ask you to hang out with him. It was probably the most adorable thing youâd ever seen watching him stumble upon his words.
Now you sat with him on the rooftop of his apartment building.
A picnic blanket had been laid for the both of you by Miles himself, and his mother had made snacks.
You had just met his mother, Rio. The sweetest woman youâd probably ever met. And by the way Miles and Rio interacted, you could only think how good of a man he was.
You can always tell the intentions of a man, by his treatment of his mother.
âYour ma is really nice.â
âYou think? Sheâs kinda protective of me.â He turned to look at you through his peripheral, leaving enough space it wasnât obvious. âI think itâs cute, she cares for you, yâknow?â You shifted yourself to face him, the Sundown light glittering against his smooth skin. He looked beautiful here, you thought. He looks beautiful everywhere.
âYeah, I know.â
âGood, âs always good to know youâre loved.â
Milesâ heart stuttered in his chest, sucking in a quick breath and turning himself to face you.
âMhmm.â
You looked up at him, leaning on your hand, drifting closer to him subconsciously.
He let himself drift as well, your voices quieting without either knowledge.
âMiles?â Your soft words questioned him, doey eyes gazing up at him, heart on your sleeve.
âI wannaââ His sentence was cut off, a blaring siren sounding in his head, nerves.
âI think I might..ââ
He huffed, mad at himself for being unable to speak.
âDo you want- Holy shit.â
You laughed, leaning back, a genuine glee in your eye.
âDo I want holy shit?-â You giggled, he felt his heart flutter along with his disappointment (once more).
â-Not really, no.â You kept giggling, the serenity of your moment with Miles and his fumbling an apparent treat to you. He buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. Only furthering your hysteria, âLeave me alone.â He dragged the âloneâ dramatically before flopping back against the blankets. Huffing and staring up at you from his spot. The smile on your face was a quick fix for his soured mood, not that it was that sour in the first place. But knowing a moment of undeniable spark like that, had you smiling and giggling after, even if it led to nothing. Had his hopes and his pulse rate rising.
â
Miles was head over heels for you. He was smitten, a total and complete dog for your affection. Sitting at home sulking when you werenât there to hang out with him. Making you add his steam solely so he can play games with you.
A puppy of a man, god he wasnât even ashamed.
âDude, you just needâa ask âem out already.â Hobie served no help to his ever growing dilemma with you, but did serve to humiliate his seemingly non-existed romantic experience. âIâm *trying, man. They just keeps misunderstanding.â âAre they taking the hint?â âWhat hint?â He looked up from his slouched spot in his gaming chair. Spinning the thing in circles idly. âYou havenât given âem a hint?â Hobie blanched at Miles, like it was some obvious mistake.
âWhat. Hint.â
âOh my god, Miles.â
â
He still didnât get it, Hobie had explained his way of âhintingâ to someone he liked them. Through slight touches and subtle looks, a wink here and there. But not a cringey wink (Miles would argue theyâre all cringey.), the ones where you feel like youâre part of a secret. This would be helpful to him, sure. If had hadnât done everything with you already, except the winking, that is.
He did touch you, he did catch your eye when everyone else around looked away. He kissed your forehead and held your hand. You seemed borderline allergic to walking without you arm linked through his. All of thereâs things that Hobie said were couple things, heâd already nailed. So why couldnât you just.. date each other?
âI donât know, itâs not like that.â
âBut it is,â Hobie pointed to the centre of Mileâsâ forehead and flicked. âYou guys are quite literally already dating.â âNo, not really?â
âOh my god youâre clueless.â
Hobie sighed, jumping off the bed and stretching his arms above his head. Miles grumbling a pouted âam not..â, Hobie settled him a look, taking a deep breath and continuing.
âMiles, mate, You both go to each other for comfort. You cry to each other, you find solace in one another. You touch and cuddle and sleep in the same bed.â He took another breath, seemingly needing a lot, âThe only things youâre missing, are kissing each other for real. And calling each other your partners.â
âAnd if they end up saying no?â
âThen iâll smash my guitar.â
Miles paused, considering the severity.
âOkay, okay iâll do it.â
âThank fuck.ââ
â
+one
Miles had spent the better of an entire afternoon hyping himself up (and subsequently psyching himself out), before he finally had managed to make it your door and knock.
He was beyond nervous, the jitters in his bones crawling under his skin like spiders. Worse than normal, he observed.
A shuffle from inside your apartment had brought him back down to Earth. Everything suddenly becoming very real to him as you opened the door grumpily.
âOh iâm sorry, did I wake you?â
âOh, Miles!â Your pout had almost instantly been lifted, a smile grazing your face sleepily, it was so late, he shouldnât have come.
âIâm so sorry- Itâs late. I shouldââ
âNo!â
âNo?â
It was your turn to get bashful, twisting the hem of your shirt in your hands nervously. âStay Miles.â
He softened, posture relaxing at your tone.
âDonât want you running away again.â
That caught his attention. âWha-â âI was wondering when youâd finally show up outtaâ the blue.â You glanced down to his lips then back. The amber in his eyes haunting your dreams, in such a welcomed way.
Miles couldnât take it, with the way you spoke, so soft and fragile. To the things you were saying, confident and headstrong. He couldnât fucking take it.
His hands shot up to your face, caressing the curves of your cheeks and slope of your jaw. The trails of hair behind your ears his fingers just grazed. He brought himself down to your height once more, standing on your porch step. Like some sappy rom-com.
âTell me to stop.â He was near breathless. You didnât, you didnât say a thing. You simply carded your deft hands over thick curls, and pulled him down to meet you. His eyes fluttered closed and lips met yours. He felt like crying.
Like after the months of pining for you. For trying and trying for your love, for your affection, that everything in his life had only ever led to this one point. And everything farther was his happy ending. The spiders under his skin stopped crawling, settling into the crooks of his bones and finding home. He wasnât shaking. He was still.
And as you pulled away to breathe, ogling up at him with nothing but love to give he smiled and laughed just like you did.
ITS FUCKING 3 AM I GENUINELY HAVENT SLEPT THIS IS SO CUTE
(he is âŹïž)
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Hi again !! I wanted to know if one day you could write a one-shot based off of this prompt:
âBut I wanted to do that with you! You could have asked me!"
I tried to do something with this myself but failed miserably đ
This is my current oldest request, apologies for taking so long to get through these. Okay here goes nothing:
Five Senses
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: You catch Joel sneaking off to do something in the middle of the night and curiosity gets the best of you.
Warnings: language, m!masturbation, smut (18+ MDNI), some descriptions of violence and gore, angst, yearning
WC: idk I wrote it on my phone - maybe 2K?
The fire was out by the time you woke. Was it time for your turn on watch? It had to have been. So why didn't Joel wake you?
Slowly, you rolled onto your back and looked around, your eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness surrounding you. The woods were quiet. Not a single twig snapped, no leaves rustled nor bird sang. Even the wind was still. The loudest thing was your heavy breathing and your heart beating in your ears.
Where was he?
Panic gripped you then. Did something happen? He never strayed too far out, especially when the weather was fair. It brought out infected, easily the biggest downfall of living in the wilderness during summer.
"Joel?" you whispered into the dark abyss, sitting up in your sleeping bag in the process. You strained your ears, flared your nostrils, using all your available senses when sight was questionable, just like he taught you that first week after you ran into each other. It was years ago, now, but you remembered it like it was yesterday.
He saved you. He didn't know who you were, he didn't have to answer your screams of terror, but he did. Just when your arms were growing weak from holding the infected above you, it's snapping jaw so close you had to push back into the dirt to keep it from grazing you, there was a loud explosion. Then you were covered in wet, dead brains and pieces of bone, but you were alive.
He hauled the carcass off you and you furiously began to wipe the carnage from your face, worried it would still somehow get into your bloodstream.
"Here," he had said, handing you a used blue washcloth. You snatched it and whispered your gratitude, wiping off your face more throughly so you could stand and get a good look at your savior.
At the time, you chalked it up to adrenaline, but you felt like you fell in love the moment you first locked eyes. Those deep, beautiful brown eyes that could look right through you, that gazed at you with so much concern when he patched you up after scuffles with raiders, that glared at you when you fucked up and almost gave away your position, that squinted when he laughed at something you said over the fire.
It took a few weeks, maybe a month, but you eventually determined adrenaline wasn't to blame. You were hopelessly in love with Joel Miller, and you never once had the courage to tell him. Never once tried to kiss him, tried to do anything except stare at him when his back was turned, allowing your eyes to greedily take in his broad shoulders and thick, curly, tuggable hair.
He never looked at you like that. God, you wished he would, but he was far too focused. His only concern was survival. Sometimes you wondered how he was able to function properly on so little sleep. Sleep was his only luxury, and he rarely allowed himself to relish in it. It didn't matter how many times you told him you could keep watch the whole night, or on the rare occasions he found you a cabin or shed, he refused to let his guard down.
So where was he now?
Slowly, you stood, your right hand brushing against your handgun which was tucked into your leg holster. You took a steadying breath, trying to quiet yourself so you could listen to your surroundings. Pay attention, stay alert, step lightly.
That was when you first heard it. Panting, or gasping, somewhere to your right. Oh, god, what if he was hurt? What if something happened and you were sleeping, leaving him to bleed out, or worse?
You pulled out your gun and gripped it with both hands, aiming it at the ground as you quickly made your way towards the noise, your heart slamming against your ribs, fear squeezing your throat, but you stayed focused. You had to. For him.
But as you got closer, when it sounded like he was just on the other side of a thick tree trunk, you realized you were very wrong. Your feet became rooted to the ground as you listened to the unmistakable sound of skin against skin, of fabric rustling rhythmically together, and you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your cunt throb when you heard his soft groans and you knew you should have left, you should have given him privacy, but you didn't. You couldn't. You ached for him for so long and not one time had you ever seen this side to him. He never so much as flirted with you, even just innocently, so you weren't willing to let this moment pass you by.
The clouds finally parted and the moon shined down, trickling through the thick forest. Opening your eyes, you could now see his shadow reflecting on the forest floor. You could see how fast his fist worked himself over, you could hear how eager he was for release, you could practically smell his sweat from where you were standing.
But then something happened.
He groaned again, but that time he groaned your name.
You were certain of it, unless you were in a dream and your mind was playing tricks on you.
He groaned your name.
Before common decency had a chance to catch up, you spoke, interrupting him.
"Joel?"
The sounds ceased. It was deathly quiet, and you feared you made a huge mistake. What were you thinking?
He said your name again, but it was a question. No breathy moans slipped from his mouth this time.
"What's wrong?"
He came around the tree appearing put together, and if it weren't for the flush in his cheeks and the tightness of his jeans, you might have convinced yourself it was all a mirage.
"Nothing. W-what are you doing?"
His eyes flickered around in shame, looking everywhere but at you.
"What did you hear?" he finally asked softly.
"I heard enough."
He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh.
"Listen-" he began, but you cut him off.
"I wanted to do that with you. You could have asked me."
His eyes popped back open in shock and it felt like time stood still. Oh, fucking hell, what were you doing?!
"What?"
Well, there was no going back now. You reholstered your gun and took a tentative step forward.
"You said my name," you told him, voice barely above a whisper. You could see him swallow as you inched closer.
"I did."
"Were you thinking... of me?" you squeaked. Slowly, he nodded, and that time if he felt any shame, he didn't show it. "I think about you, too," you confessed, taking another step closer.
"You do?"
You nodded, biting your lower lip nervously as you continued to advance. "All the time."
"Fuck," he groaned, then quickly closed the remaining distance between you. He grabbed your face with both hands, cupping your jaw, and smashed his mouth hungrily against yours.
When he swiped his tongue across your lower lip, you could have melted into the ground right then and there. Was this really happening?
His tongue slid past your lips, exploring your mouth with his jaw pried open as if he were trying to swallow you whole. And you would let him, if that's what he wanted. You trusted him with your life, you craved his touch, dreamt about the taste of his lips, and fantasized about what he would do to quell the constant ache between your legs.
Joel walked you backwards, back towards camp. Your eyes were closed and you refused to remove yourself from his mouth, so you relied on your ears and feet to guide you through sound and touch, but you knew it didn't matter. Joel had you, and he never let anything bad happen. He wouldn't allow it.
He eased you down onto his sleeping bag before he finally broke the kiss, both your chests heaving from the effort to drag in much needed air as you each worked on removing your clothes as quickly as possible. You knew Joel so well by now that he wouldn't want you to be too exposed, just in case, so you only focused on your lower half, and he did the same.
"Are you sure?" he asked when he was kneeling between your legs, poised to enter you. You spread your legs wider and nodded. You wanted to tell him you'd been waiting for so long, that you couldn't stand another second without him, but when you felt that delicious sting between your legs when he first pressed forward, your mind went blank.
"So tight," he gritted out, fingers digging mercilessly into your hips, no doubt leaving circular bruises you would cherish for days.
You cried out his name when he finally fully sheathed himself inside you, only to have him clamp his palm over your mouth.
"Gotta be quiet," he reminded you, but his voice was tender and his breath was ragged and you had a feeling his warning was for you both.
When you nodded, he slid his hand away and groaned quietly as he shifted his weight slightly on top of you before slowly pulling almost all the way out. His eyes flicked up to meet yours so he could watch your face contort when he slammed back in, something animalistic coming alive inside him at the way your back arched and your jaw hung open, a silent scream on your lips every time he rolled his hips and stretched you open, molding you to him.
Your senses came alive as he fucked steadily into you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every forceful thrust. Every grunt sounded like a melody, every greedy stroke of his fingers left a firey trail. When he could tell you were both getting close, his mouth crashed over yours again and you tasted the metallic flavor of his blood from where he had bit down too hard on his lip.
"I'm gonna find someplace for us," he whispered, voice trembling from the way your walls squeezed around him. "Someplace we can live. Someplace safe."
You nodded your head deliriously, too focused on the steady rise of your orgasm, your stomach tensing each time his cock brushed up against one particular spot that made it difficult to breathe.
"Then you can be as loud as you want," he continued, mouth dipping to bite and suck on your neck. Your fingers twisted in the fabric of his flannel, the worn material begging to be torn under your grip. "Just me and you. I'll take care of you. Won't let anythin' bad happen."
You nodded again, tears pricking your eyes.
"Would you like that?" he asked, his words muffled by your skin as he continued to lick and kiss and suck on the column of your throat, leaving more marks to serve as a reminder that night happened, that what you had was real.
"Yes," you moaned, "oh, god, yes, Joel, it's all I've ever wanted."
You thought you heard him whimper but then his hips began to snap roughly against you, sending shockwaves through your body with each devastating stroke.
"Joel, I think I'm gonna-" you gasped and cut yourself off, your vision blurring for a moment before his hand pressed firmly over your mouth once again, capturing your cries while your body tensed and slowly began to relax underneath him. Not until your eyes reopened did he remove his hand to be replaced with his mouth. You bent your legs so your knees were pressed against the sides of his ribs, holding him close, your tongue licking feverishly behind his teeth.
At the last moment, he yanked his hips back and spilled his seed all over the inside of your thighs, keeping his mouth pressed firmly against yours until he was done painting your skin milky white.
"All this time?" he panted, gazing down at you while you both took a few moments to recover. "All these years?"
You nodded and brushed some of his hair away from his sweaty forehead. "From the first day."
His eyes slid closed in disbelief. "Why didn't you tell me? We wasted so much time."
You smiled and sighed, breathing in the cool night air. It was going to rain soon, you could smell it.
"All we have is time."
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hi marissa! first, i hope you have a wonderful time with your family!!
second, could i request âi might have had a few shotsâ with max, where reader drunk calls him after a breakup? thank youu đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
i feel like i took some creative liberties with this one! i wasn't sure if you meant reader and max breakup or reader calls max after breaking up with someone else - so i went with the latter and couldn't resist making them idiots in loveđ. after writing the danny ric angst, i needed to heal my own heart lol i truly hope you love it, liyah! thank you for always being so kind, it was a pleasure to write for you!
wc: 1.8k
warnings: cursing (most likely), a little bit of angst, mentions of drinking/reader being drunk
Getting ahold of Max Verstappen was nearly impossible â his use of the custom âDo Not Disturbâ function was impressive. He had custom settings for everything: a work setting, a setting for when he was streaming, a race day setting, but his most prized was his sleep setting.
Once local time hit 10pm, Max Verstappen was unreachable to everyone. Well, almost everyone. His family, Christian, and you were the only exceptions, which aggravated Daniel to no end. âIâm your best friend, too!â, heâd claimed. But it wasnât the same.
Max wasnât secretly in love with Daniel. Heâd take your calls anytime, day or night.
It was nearing midnight â Jimmy and Sassy were sound asleep at the foot of his bed and heâd been watching some legal drama you recommended. He hated it, but for you heâd watch it forever and take notes just to have another thing to talk to you about.
At this point, the show had practically put him to sleep, but the loud chime of his phone and your contact picture lighting up the screen jolted him awake.
âMaxie?â You yelled into the speaker. âMaxieee, are you there?â
âIâm here, liefje,â he chuckled. âWhat are you doing up so late?â
âThâgirls made me go out,â you whined. âSaid I needed to dance and drink the night away.â
âAnd did you?â Max teased - by the sound of your voice, it was obvious you had taken their advice.
You giggled and the sound made Maxâs heart clench in his chest. âI mightâve had a few shots, but donât tell anyone. Itâs a secret. Can you keep a secret, Max?â
His heart clenched now for a different reason â he was the best at keeping secrets. Heâd been in love with you for over a year and the only living souls who knew were his cats. And probably Danny, though he'd had the sense to never bring it up.
âFor you, I would do anything,â Max declared. In your drunken state, you failed to recognize the full extent of the meaning behind his words.
âPerfect!â You hiccupped, stumbling slightly before your friend caught your arm.
It was silent for a moment â Max waited for you to say something else but only heard your breathing through the speaker. âIs everything ok? Why did you call?â
âWell, no. Wanna go home but everyone else wants to stay out. Can you come get me, Maxie? Itâs cold outside.â
âAre you alone?â He asked frantically, jumping out of bed and throwing a sweatshirt on in record time. He shoved his feet into his shoes so quickly that his ankle rolled â his trainer would be pissed when it came time for tomorrowâs workout.
âNo, Nat and Peter are outside with me. Theyâre good friends. But not as good as you!â
Max breathed a sigh of relief â grateful that your closest friend and her boyfriend were watching over you. Unfortunately, the relief didnât keep his stomach from twisting at âgood friendâ.
âIâll be there in ten minutes, ok?â
You shouted thank you gleefully and hung up â he could picture you jumping up and down in excitement, youâd probably fall over unless Nat and Peter were close enough to catch you.
Minutes later, he pulled up alongside the club and heâd barely made it out of his car before you were jumping into his arms.
âI knew I could count on you, Maxie.â
He gently put you in the passenger seat, buckling you in and grabbing a jacket from his backseat to drape over you. Once you were comfortable, content, and ready to go, he turned to your friends to thank them for waiting with you.
âThanks for staying with her until I could get here.â
âNo problem at all,â Nat smiled. âWe all thought she deserved a night out after the week sheâs had, but I think sheâd rather just be with you.â
Max blushed, unintentionally ignoring that your friend had just let slip youâd had a terrible week and heâd had no idea. He thanked them once again, and slipped into his car to find you half asleep and cuddling his jacket.
He thought youâd be out like a light in moments and turned the radio down, content to sit in silence until he got to his place. Heâd rather die than wake you up to find your keys when you looked so peaceful.
âCan I tell you another secret, Maxie?â You murmured, startling him when you broke the still silence in his car.
âSure, Y/N.â
âAlec dumped me. And Iâm not even sad about it.â
Your latest boyfriend â youâd been dating for a couple of months. Max wondered why you had called him instead of Alec, but he didnât want to ask since he didnât particularly like talking about your boyfriends, even if they were nice. As far as he could tell, Alec was one of the nice ones.
âIâm sorry. Is that why your friends wanted you to go out?â
âThey thought Iâd be devastated,â you said bewildered. âAnd I havenât even cried! You know me, Maxie, Iâm a crier. I had to pretend to be upset when I told them.â
Max laughed at that, looking at you as you laughed along with him. His dimple and shining eyes caused your heart to skip a beat, and your smile slowly disappeared.
Suddenly, you had a horrified look on your face. You knew why you hadnât cried â it was because you didnât really care that much about Alec. Sure, he was sweet, kind, and attractive, but something was missing. When he broke up with you, he was so gracious, telling you that he thought the world of you but that it would never work because you were clearly in love with someone else. Youâd protested â told him the only constant male presence in your life was Max, your best friend. Heâd just smiled at you and said âI knowâ, leaving you perplexed when he left the coffee shop you had met up at. Until now, you had no idea what he meant.
You turned away from Max, shocked at the revelation of your feelings, staring out the window until he got to his apartment.
âI thought youâd be asleep,â he explained when he saw your confused face. âDidnât want to rifle through your bag for your keys or wake you up. The spare bedroom has fresh sheets anyway.â
You nodded, practically catapulting yourself out of the car and into his building. The speed at which you trekked up to his place was impressive, especially in the shoes youâd chosen for the evening, and Max began to sweat. Had he done something wrong? Were you pissed he didnât take you home?
When he unlocked his door, you ran straight to the guest bathroom and shut yourself in. Max was disoriented â you didnât seem that drunk, and truthfully you were only ever quiet when you were asleep.
While you were in the bathroom, Max put a change of clothes and spare toiletries on your bed, slipping out when he heard the sink stop running.
You smiled when you saw the pile Max had left on your bed, suddenly feeling very ashamed for abruptly ignoring him. The TV was on in the living room and after changing, taking off your makeup, and brushing your teeth, you felt slightly more sober and a lot more guilty.
âMax?â you whispered, slinking into the living room to sit beside him on the couch. âCan I tell you one more secret?â
âOf course, you can always tell me anything.â
âAlec broke up with me because he thinks Iâm in love with someone else.â
âWell, thatâs crazy,â Max scoffs. âHe must not want to tell you the real reason or didnât have one so he made that up. I mean, what guys do you know that heâs even met? Peter? Another one of your friendsâ boyfriends? You donât even have that many close guy friends except me and - â
Max cuts himself off, slowly turning to face you. He doesnât think heâs breathing, blood rushing in his ears and a tightness starts to spread throughout his chest.
You have a sad smile on your face and your eyes are downcast, playing with the sleeves of the hoodie Max had given you.
âI donât think I even realized until tonight,â you whispered. âLooking at you in the car, watching you laugh, how you were the only person I wanted to call and you dropped everything to come get me. It just kind of hit me â who Alec meant, why none of my relationships have ever worked out.â
Max scoots away from you, and suddenly itâs painful to breathe. Thereâs an ache in your chest that almost burns â Â like someoneâs waving a lighter back and forth over your heart, each time leaving the flame against you a little longer.
âYouâre drunk, Y/N, you donât know what youâre saying. Please, please donât do this.â
When you look at his face, see the panic thatâs masking heartache, you realize that heâs not moving away from you because he doesnât feel the same.
Heâs moving away because he does, and for how long, you donât know â but the flame licks higher and higher until the burning reaches your throat when you understand that he thinks youâre too far gone to understand your own feelings.
âMax, Iâm not â â
He cuts you off, reaching out to cup your face with his hand. âIn the morning. If you wake up, and you still want to have this conversation, I will listen.â
You nod and stand up from the couch, leaving him sitting under the glow of the television. The apartment feels colder as you walk towards the guest room, and when you stop to look back at him, his head is in his hands and it terrifies you. Max was the one person in this world that you could never lose â it would shatter you.
Sleep never came to you â tossing and turning in the plush pillows that you picked out because Max wanted you as comfortable as possible in his space. When the sun came up, you crept out of bed and didnât stop until you were in front of Maxâs door. You knocked twice, rocking back on forth on the balls of your feet.
The door opened within seconds â Maxâs tired eyes showed that he got about as much sleep as you did.
âItâs morning,â you whispered.
âIt is.â
âItâs morning and I still love you.â
He smiled at you, so big and so bright, it rivaled the Mediterranean summer sun. You wanted this moment captured forever â painted perfectly in a portrait done by the most highly esteemed artist in the world.
You threw your arms around his neck, sacrificing seeing the beauty of him to feel him in your arms. His soft breaths tickled your skin, and your giggles made him squeeze you even tighter.
âYou donât know how many mornings Iâve spent waiting to hear you say that.â
âYouâll never have to live through another one again, Max.â
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Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)
Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).
Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.
Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him đ)
aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces
poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)
CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort
You were miserable to say the least; you couldnât remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.
The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if youâd accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.
The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulusâ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldnât handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it.Â
Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that youâve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy.Â
It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.
So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.
Youâd kicked them both out of the Maraudersâ dorm room after some time â Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.
You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.
Youâd counted puffskeins, youâd had a warm glass of milk, youâd taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remusâ jumper and no pants), and youâd tried every position imaginable to no avail.Â
You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.
Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remusâ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.
âYou should have seen the look on Filchâs face- oh! Hi Y/N!â James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.
âOh, Trouble.â He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.
You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Siriusâ chest.
âUhm...â James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like âare you seeing this right now?â. âI think youâve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.â He said with a nervous laugh.
âNo, sheâs quite alright.â Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm.Â
James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasnât.
âHe helps, sometimes.â Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if heâd found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remusâ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.
âBut...your brother?â James asked, still befuddled over this development. âDoesnât she usually go to Junior for things like this?â
Sirius scoffed. âJuniorâs solution to almost anything is fire or murder.â
âOr both.â You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.
âBesides, Bartyâs an only child.â Regulus said flippantly.
âWhatâs that got to do with it?â James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness.Â
Regulusâ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under Jamesâ skin.
âLet me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying sheâd rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?â
âHe didnât cry.â Lily laughed at the same time as James answered âSiriusââ without any hesitation.
âWhat?â Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt Jamesâ feelings.
âOh, all the time, every time, actually.â James said readily.Â
âHe got snot on so many of my favourite band-teeâs, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.â Sirius commented.
âAnd why do you think you cried into Siriusâ arms?â Regulus continued.
âWell...because heâs my best mate.â James said simply.
âYou may think thatâs the reason, but youâre wrong. Itâs because Sirius is an older brother.â
James scoffed at that. âPlease, that has nothing to do with it!â
âHave you ever cried in Remusâ arms?â
âNo, but-â
âPettigrewâs?â
James grimaced but answered honestly. âNo.â
âNo. Because theyâre not older brothers.â Regulus said definitively.
âThat actually makes sense...â Lily mused aloud.Â
âYou say that like youâre surprised, Evans. I know youâre not used to good ideaâs coming out of menâs mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.â Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head.Â
Much to Jamesâ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face.Â
âTosser.â James grumbled.Â
âWould you guys shut up.â Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you.Â
Regulus couldnât even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Siriusâ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content.Â
âSo... all big brothers know how to do that?â James asked incredulously.
âI doubt it.â Sirius commented quietly.
âOnly ones who know what itâs like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.â Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.
Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James.Â
âIâll write to mum.â James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.
âAbout what?â Remus asked finally.
âY/N staying with us.â James said simply.
Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didnât have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didnât owe Regulus anything.Â
But Sirius spoke first.
âShe should be with her big brother, Reggie.â Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.
And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Siriusâ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?
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đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: fluff, suggestive with toji, mentions of his hard dick, toji smells your panties after taking them off you, mentions of smoking with stoner!choso, cuddles with choso and sukuna, back massage with toji, confessions, jealousy towards a stuffed bear, toji calls ya mama, sukuna teases you and calls you pet, true form!sukuna, plenty of kisses, they are all soft for you how can they not be your wonderful babes, established relationship
đ«đđȘđźđđŹđđđ đđČ @akumuprincess I'm so sorry to hear that you're having a shit dayđđ„ș I've recently been imagining really often about the jjk men holding you (me, us, the reader, everyone idk how to textđ) after a hard day, because I've had it pretty rough the last few weeks and just imagine them hugging you and holding you close while stroking your back or hair! I feel like Toru would drown you in little kisses all over your face while caressing your hair and cooing sweet nothings at you. Suguru would have you sit in his lap, holding you as close as possible, letting you talk about your worries and frustrations, humming and stroking your skin softly until you relax under his touch. Toji I feel like would give you a relaxing massage and then let you bury yourself in his huge chest while you lie on top of him! I think even our mean king of curses would be softer if you've had a rough day, letting you be more affectionate and clingy, he'd still bully you about it, but wouldn't let you go off his grasp, trapping you in the bed with him hoping it'll make you feel better. They'd be just so gentle and sweet aah, I really hope you feel better by the end of the day, I'm sending you hugs and kisses đ«¶đ»đ«¶đ»
Oreo; thank you for this cute idea! Iâve been thinking about choso a little too much! Toji has a little sexual tension to it, but he does his best to behave. After writing this I realizing that sukuna in true form would give wonder massages
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Gently, slowly trailing kisses up the side of your face, to the middle of your forehead, down the length of your nose. Cupping your other cheek, lovingly kissing you. Slowly swiping his thumb along your cheek.
Pulling away, âLetâs cuddle on the balcony, look out at the smoke nâ watch the stars try to be as beautiful as you.â Kissing your cheek.
Squeezing Chosoâs slim, sculpted waist, hard underneath your squishy thighs. âDonât let me go.â Slipping your fingers into his soft hair, freeing it. Lightly dragging your nails along his head.
Choso half open, eyes are blood shot, full of admiration and love for you. The way he looks at you has you forgetting the rest of the room. When he smiles down at you, âNever dream of it love dove. I'm yourâs forever.â there is only him.
He stands up, holding up the bong for your to carry before picking up his black rolling tray from his bedside. Kissing where his tattoo stretches into his cheek. âI can't believe I get to be yourâs.â He flicks on the fairy lights strung along the balconyâs ceiling.
A soft kiss on your forehead and the last of the tension is melting from your body. âWho else could I hope to belong too but a perfect Angel.â Stepping out into the cool autumn air. Sitting down on the sofa looking out at the tree line.
You slip your hair out of his hair, kissing his forehead. Turning around in his lap, grabbing the tray from him, setting it down the bong down. âLean back for a moment love dove let me make sure your cozy in a blanket. Don't want you to get a chill.â Resting on Chosoâs warm, broad bare chest.
He grabs the neatly folded blanket next to you, spreading the blanket over your lap. âThank you handsome, youâre wonderful I love you.â He squeezes your soft side, his gentle large hands comforting. Youâve never felt so secure in yourself or in a relationship before Choso.
âI love you too love dove. Youâre my everything.â Another kiss, and you want countless more. Closing your eyes enjoying his soft lips on your temple.
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âIâll be good but I canât promise that my cock wonât be hard.â Sliding your underwear off, holding the messy part to his nose, taking a deep breath. âIâll use this lace piece to jerk off when you take a nap.â Looking into your eyes, âMissed ya mama.â Tossing your underwear behind him.
Running your his hard, âI missed you too, couldnât wait to get home when I got your text. And how is that behaving?â He stands up, leaning over you, kissing your forehead. Grabbing your hips and squeezing. Tojiâs loving, gentle kiss and his warm large hands on your soft body is everything you need.
âI couldâve licked âem clean like I wanted.â Kissing your cheek, sliding his hands up your waist. âLay down on ya stomach beautiful.â You stretch out on the bed, turning your head to the side. The smell of his conditioner clinging to the pillow.
After three weeks had started to fade from the large black sweater he lasted wore and from his side of the bed. It didnât feel like home without him.
Closing your eyes. âIf ya fall asleep then Iâll clean ya up n tuck ya n, Iâll be smokinâ on the balcony watchinâ tv if ya need me.â Straddling your ass, making himself comfortable. His hard dick resting on your cheeks. âIf ya take a nap after we can order some take out get in the shower together whilst we are waiting.â
Toji leans over kissing both your shoulders, slowly smearing lotion up your back with his large warm hands. âIâll wash ya up, give you one of my shirts spray ya in my cologne.â Relaxing your shoulders, not realizing how youâve been tensing up throughout the day. He works on the tight pinch between your shoulder blades with one hand.
Lifting your head, âWill you take my make up off?â Your head hits the pillow, holding it up being too much effort. Closing your eye, smiling at Tojiâs heavy sigh, picturing his pout.
Kissing the top of your head. âLucky I love you.â Focusing on the knot between your shoulders. Gently messaging up towards your neck, letting out a soft sigh when his large fingers wrap around your neck, gently kneading.
âThank you handsome, I love you too.â Wiggling your cheeks, he lifts his hips up. Grabbing more lotion pouring some on your back. Smearing it towards your sides, squeezing.
You are admired, beautiful and loved laying on your shared bed with pouty Toji giving you a message. âTeasin me with your beautiful ass how is that fair?â Gently messaging your lower back finding the knots there. âNow stay still, lemme take care of ya mama.â
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âYou sure you want me? That giant Teddy Bear of yourâs seems to be-oh!â Sukuna intentionally stumbles forward onto you. Calculating his fall onto you to involve shoving your stuffed animal off the bed.
Caging you in between two of his large hands, grabbing your hips. Nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing you into the bed. Sukuna lightly bites making your squirm. âDidnât look like you needed me since you picked the bear.â Leaning away, cupping your cheek, the mouth on his hand giving you a soft kiss.
His cheeks flushing pink. âWithout a thought of coming to see if you could cuddle me.â He glances down at your lips when you smile for the first time since coming home. Letting go of your face, grabbing waist, lifting you off the bed.
Sukuna lays down, setting you down on his lap. He is shirtless like always, part of the population is seeing him traversing around town half naked. âThe great, powerful, handsome sukuna is,â siding your hand down his bare chest enjoying the warmth of his hard pecs.
âIs what? Spit it out pet.â He gently slips his fingers underneath your chin to tilt your head up to admire your face. Sliding both his hands down your thighs, squeezing them. Heâs been getting handiser, unable to keep to himself.
You love it, the softer he gets for you the more you fall for him.
All four of his hands comforting, warm, and big. One of the mouths on his hands peppering kisses along your side. âJealous of a teddy bear blushing pink because he doesn't know how to handle the feelings he has for one measly little brat.â The mouth across his abs vanishes, you lay down, resting your head on his chest.
âYou know people are scared to breathe in my presence.â His chest rumbles when he speaks. Kissing his chest, the resting your heard, the heart pounding of his vessel pounding faster.
âBack in my day, ok old man.â Sitting up, kissing his cheek, whatever happened earlier today no longer matters for the moment. All that your concerned with is the beautiful monster beneath you. âI love you.â
Sukuna smirks, âI know ya do pet. What else would explain your baffling behavior. When you first saw me and smiled I knew you were a dumbass.â He pinches your nose shut wiggling your head, gently flicking your forehead.
Grabbing his wrist and biting his finger. Letting go when his hand on your thigh bites back. âI'm your dumbass! I wonder if I'll get to hear you say it back.â
He leans in and softly whispers, âI love you.â Leaning back his expression indifferent, crimson eyes cold which his cheeks are redder than. âNow don't think about trying to hear those stupid words from anyone else.â
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OKAY, GREAT. SOOOOOOJRNDNEJE LIKE JEALOUS EDDIE? (I've been on a jealous binge lately đ) you and steve have been getting close recently and he's been flirting with you.. (GASP! but you're dating Eddie đŠ.) And you always roll your eyes at it pushing him away from you while you laugh not thinking much of it. but then eddie overhears steve talking about you in a"The things I would do to her man, to bad Eddie got her before me." and he's like had enough so smutty time!!! and he js marks you up and everything for stevie to seeee.
Always Forver (E.Munson x F!Reader)
Warnings: smut, jealous sex, marking, biting, praise, hair pulling
Word Count: 1,305
Notes: I'm gonna be completely honest, idk how to really write Eddie's character so please pray that I don't fuck this up! I'm also deeply sorry for the extremely long delay, I haven't been motivated to write much, AND I don't remember the names of Steve's friends from season 1 so I chose random names.
Notes (2x): I'm back from hiatus! I've been working hard these past couple of months but I am back now! Also, I will be posting a story soon AAAHHHH I'll be sure to post info of it here and where you can read it if you're interested!
You've never thought anything of it, the way Steve treated you; how he touched you, spoke to you, cared for you. You thought he was just being the good friend that he is. You never paid any attention to the words he said to you, his flirtatious nature is almost natural to him and a part of who he is, so you thought he was just being himself. You'd brush off his words and lightly push him away with a chuckle each time.
"Babe, I just don't like the way he openly flirts you. He knows we're dating; he just doesn't care." Eddie sulked as he watched you take a shot.
The two of you were attending a party; a party your good ol' friend Steve was throwing.
You caressed his face and wrapped one of his curls around your finger, "It's nothing, he's like that to everyone. His words have no weight." You then gave him a smile and kissed his cheek before walking off. You walked past Steve and gave him little wave before meeting up with Nancy and Robin.
Eddie let out a little huff and shrugged the weary feeling off. He trusts you, and if you say that Steve's words mean absolutely nothing, then they mean absolutely nothing.
He walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer when he overheard something he wish he didn't.
"Did you see how her ass just looked in that skirt?" James asked, eyes trained on the shape of your ass in your baby pink skirt. "The things I'd do just to get a taste." Nick sighed.
"What about you, Steve? You're pretty close to her, you never wanted to get between her legs?" he continued, focus now on Steve.
"Trust me, I have. Still do." he answered. Steve sighed and slowly shook his head, "The things I'd do to her, man. Too bad Munson got her before I could."
Eddie got tense at the words that spilled out from their lips. Those disgusting words that were all targeted at you. He closed the fridge door and made his way to you. He took your hand in his and led you to the bathroom.
"Uh-"
You couldn't get a word out before his lips were on yours and your back against the door. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You don't know what had gotten into him, but you weren't complaining.
Eddie pulled away and moved you to the sink, he made you face the mirror pushed you against the porcelain. He grabbed and groped your ass, sighing to himself, "Hate to say it, but he was right. Your ass looks amazing in this skirt."
"Who- Who said that?" you asked, "Doesn't matter." he grunted. You were lost in the thought of someone other than your boyfriend would say that about you. But now you have an idea as to why he's acting the way he is.
He lifted the back of your skirt up and rubbed your lower back, "Now, be good girl and be as loud as possible."
"What-"
With one, harsh thrust his cock was in you and you were bent over, your face practically touching the mirror. Eddie's thrusts were rough and hard. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to draw any attention to the bathroom and not wanting people to hear the noises you'd make for this man.
Eddie pulled and tugged at your hair, pulling you close to him, "Make some noise." he grunted. His voice was husky, and his scent intoxicating. You wanted to moan, to scream but you also didn't want any attention from anyone outside. But it was starting to get difficult to not make any noise.
You whimpered and whined whenever you felt the tip of his cock brush against your cervix. "Louder baby," he sighed, the feeling of your pussy tightening around his cock sent shivers throughout his body. "Just let it out, don't think about anyone else but the two of us."
Broken moans fell from your lips as you gripped the porcelain sink and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You pushed all of your worries to the side and listened to Eddie's words.
He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look in the mirror, "Good job princess, such a good girl," he smiled, locking eyes with you. "Such a pretty girl."
Eddie's eyes moved down to your neck and shoulder, which were exposed by the top you were wearing. A lightbulb switched on in his head and he slowly moved his mouth towards the most exposed spots.
He licked, nipped and kissed at your neck, testing the waters before even daring to bite into your beautiful skin. "Do it," you breathed. Eddie looked up and his eyes locked with yours again, "Do it, I want you to."
That was all he needed in order to continue.
He sunk his teeth in your soft skin, earning a hiss and moan from you in return.
Eddie left bite marks and hickeys all over your neck, and down your collarbone.
He hasn't done it before, but this just unlocked a whole new world for him that he will continue to do.
Eddie grabbed and groped your tits as he felt him dick twitch, he was so close to cumming and he can tell you were too. The way your moans went up an octave or two, the way you gripped the edge of the sink, the way your pretty eyes rolled back, the way your mouth fell open.
Eddie's hands made their way under your shirt and bra, he pinched and played with your nipples, the sensation sending goosebumps throughout your body and to your core.
You were so close, and you just wanted to cum.
You just wanted to cum for him and show him you're his good girl.
"E-Eddie..." you stuttered, "Hm?" he hummed, his pace getting faster and his hands gripping at your tits. "I'm so close, please," you didn't know what you were begging for; he was giving you everything you wanted.
Eddie brought one of his hands down and between your legs, he played with your clit, stimulating it.
You moaned and moaned; you were sure someone out there could hear you over the music. The bathroom smelled like sex, pure and raw sex.
You came and creamed all over Eddie's cock, you were sensitive to every movement right now. Eddie came inside of you, painting your walls white with his nut. When he slowly pulled his cock out of you, his nut was dripping out of you.
It was definitely a sight he loved to see. He used his fingers push the cum back inside of you and he pulled your panties back up.
"Try not to let anymore drip out of you, 'kay?" he asked, smiling.
You gave him a nod and he kissed the top of your head, forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and hands. He can't do much aftercare here, but that doesn't mean he won't show his love after fucking you.
Eddie took your hand and lead you out of the bathroom and back to the party. "You can go back to what you were doing my love."
You chuckled at his actions and walked back to Nancy and Robin; walking by Steve on your way to them.
You couldn't see it, but Eddie could.
Steve's face changed from, admiration and lust to surprise and disgust.
Surprise: He didn't think you were the type to be into that.
Disgust: It was Eddie's lips that were on you.
He scoffed and his eyes trailed down your body and to your ass. That's when he saw something dripping down your thigh.
If he wasn't as disgusted before, he's definitely disgusted now.
Guess he never had a chance after all.
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Vegas and the consequences | MV1
Max Verstappen x driver!reader
Summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas..
warnings: SMUT, This is nasty, getting watched, threesome ;) Unexpected dom> sub switch :o Squirting , Safe word (also used), After care
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A/n: This is the Vegas Part to this. Also, I wasnât a fan in 2021 soâŠYeah I think Vegas wasnât even a track until 2023?đ This is so long, I donât know how that happened tbh
English is not my first language, I barely proof read and Iâm insecure abt my Smut writing.
-Vegas 2021-
Vegas was famous for their busy streets, casinos and partyâs. But also for Formula one.
Max had won again, barely a second before you. You werenât mad, because it was simply Max. Of course, winning and the feeling that came rushing with it was amazing, yet you loved seeing him happy. And P2 wasnât bad.
He also had this battle going on with Lewis, which seemed really interesting but intense for everyone.
Maxâs arm was firmly placed around you, his hand squeezing your waist from time to time. He was talking to Daniel and you looked around a little, talking to him from time to time.
Your eyes met dark brown ones. His eyebrows raised and a questioning but teasing look on his face. You rolled your eyes at him and turned back to Max and Daniel, who hadnât noticed the encounter.
You excused yourself to the bathroom. You were washing your hands when Lily, Alex Albonâs girlfriend, came out of a stall and greeted you.
She looked over at you while washing her hands, and you could feel that there was something burning on her tongue âLily, just ask whatever it isâ You chuckle
âThat obvious?â You nod and she blushed a little âWhatâs this whole thing with Hamilton? I mean, him and max okay, but you and him?â You raised an eyebrow.
âWhat do you mean, Me and him?â
âYouâve been looking over at him a few times now. And so did he. He kept looking for you in the roomâ
âDid he say that?â
âNo but it was obvious. George pointed it out to me and Alex.â
You nod âI donât think he was staring at me tho. I was a little confused at his looks but Iâm pretty sure he was looking at Maxâ You chuckle.
âMh..I donât knowâ You rolled your eyes in a playful manner âCome on, letâs go party. We still have a Redbull 1-2 to celebrateâ She smiled.
You were clinging onto Max, getting needier the more alcohol got into your system. He was aware of it and shortly afterwards, he excused you and him from the party. It wasnât a secret what you guys were up to.
Multiple drivers have walked in on you, either in bathrooms, your car or other places you werenât supposed to be. The thought made you chuckle.
The uber drive was quiet but you didnât need to say anything for Max to understand you. He knew you like the back of his hand. The squirming you had been doing the whole time was telling him everything he needed to know.
The moment the hotel door closed behind you, your back met the cold wall next to it and Maxâs hands were all over you âSo needy hm? My pretty girlâ He hummed at you.
You gazed into his eyes and pulled him into a kiss âShut up Verstappenâ His eyebrows shot up and he pulled away âOh? Bratty much today, arenât we?â
You shake your head âWould never do thatâ You smirked, making him almost threw you on the bed. His tall frame was towering over you.
âDress off. Nowâ His eyes bore into you and send a shiver down your spine. You took off your dress and laid back, underwear still on.
You popped yourself up on your elbows âYou gonna do something or you just gonna stare, Maxie?â He chuckled darkly while setting two cameras up, having an angle from the foot of the bed and the side, filming the whole room behind it too.
âNot only a brat but also impatientâHis fingertips brushed along your legs. You head falls backwards âMaxie, pleaseâ
He chuckled again, now leaning over you âYou want me?â You nod âSo bad, pleaseâ His hands slowly rubbed your sides, making their way downward.
âDonât think you deserve it yet, love. â You tilt your head at him âGo onâ He whispered while looking into your eyes. He leaned back into his knees.
You sat up, tugging at the hem of his shirt, throwing it across the room. Next were his jeans. If there was a record for opening Jeans, you would win, Max was sure of that.
The way you were secure in every move you made, making him even harder. Your hands brushed his cock and he moaned âShitâ
You pulled down his Jeans alongside his boxers. You whined, not being able to get them off completely due to his kneeling position on the bed âMaxâ You whined.
âYes pretty girl?â He looked down at you âOffâ You tugged at his Pants and underwear. He decided he had tortured you enough on it and swiftly pushed them off and then off the bed.
Your soft hands immediately find his cock.He hissed at the contact, loving how your hands feel on him.
You licked up his shaft and hummed. Maxâs hands found their way into your hair. He combed through your hair while you happily sucked him off.
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder at his bright red tip âFuck-fuck-fuuuuck, Schatjeâ You smiled as good as you could, knowing you were driving him closer to the edge.
One of your hands find his balls, squeezing them âGood god, Schatjeâ His breathing was getting uneven and heavy âWill you let me cum in your pretty mouth?â You nodded as good as you could in your current position, making his eyes roll backward.
âIâm cumming already-God, you fuuuuckâ He spilled inside your mouth, which you gladly swallowed. You held your tongue out to him âOh even swallowed? Such a good girlâ He smirked at you.
He hovered over you again, his right hand ghosting over your clothed pussy. Your mouth opened with a silent moan. He kept teasing you, gently biting your neck, already knowing your pr manager will have his head, yet for now itâs worth it.
You saw movement from the corner of your eye and looked to the door of the hotel room. There stood Lewis, not even surprised âMaxieâ You breathed.
âMh?â He hummed, not stopped his abuse on your neck âLewisâ His head snapped up âWhat did you say?â His voice and body tensed.
You nodded towards the door, which made max turn around âHamilton. Enjoying the view?â Max teased.
âYou on your knees? Yeah, absolutelyâ He shut the door behind him, making you gulp. Now you were thinking about what Lily had said earlier. He wasnât looking for you, or max. He was looking for both of you.
Max raised his eyebrows as Lewis stepped closer. His eyes quickly wandered over your form and went back to Max âWhyâd you keep teasing the poor baby, hm? Just look at her, worship herâ
âYou think Iâm not worshipping her?â He sounded offended âMh, I donât know Verstappen, do you?â Lewis eyes darkened while Max just stared at him.
You whined, making both men look at you âAm I getting ignored now, I was goodâ You almost pouted âYeah Verstappen, do somethingâ Lewis said darkly.
Max didnât know what to say or do. His head was empty and confused. Lewis chuckled âLook at that Baby, I made him dumb, hm? Not such a big mouth anymore when youâre off the track?â
Max gulped as Lewis let his hands wander over his chest, eyes never leaving yours. You clenched your thighs together, making Lewis chuckle âYou like when I touch him, sweetheart?â You nodded.
âYou want to feel good?â You nod again âWords.â
âYesâ Lewis smiled proudly âYou heard her, didnât you Max?â He nodded, still stunned.
Your back arched as soon as his mouth was on you. Lewis combed through his hair with his fingers, the other hand reaching your waist, holding it down.
Never in a thousand years you wouldâve thought youâd end up in this situation, especially not with Lewis Hamilton.
Youâd seen the possibility of it happening with Charles, but not Lewis.
You grabbed Lewis wrist, needing something to hold on. Maxâs Nose met your clit while he pushed his tongue into you. You let out a high pitched moan.
Lewis chuckled and let his hand wander to your throat, leaning his face close to yours âHe makin you feel good, sweetheart?â
You nod and your eyes roll into the back of your head when Max pushed two of his fingers into you. Lewis smiled and pressed his lips onto yours. You moan into his mouth, all the hands on you making you feel crazy.
âLewâ He hummed âNeed more, please, please, pleaseâ He chuckled but pulled Max off you. Both of you releasing a sound of disapproval. He hushed you.
âWhat you want, baby?â You look at him confused âThink you can even take me, hm?â Your eyes flicker to max, who glares at Lewis.
The brit gripped your throat thighter âAnswer me, pretty girl.â You shrug âIâve never seen youâ
He smirks but looks at max âYou want me to take care of your girl, hm? Or you wanna fuck her with me?â
Lewis has never seen Max so dumbfounded. The tall man just backed off the bed and let Lewis take over. You focused on Max, not being used to Max backing down so easily.
You didnât know why heâd do it. If it was linked to the rivalry the two shared on track? You couldnât continue your train of thoughts because Lewis was running his hand over your body, his cold rings making you shiver.
He had removed everything except his boxers. Jokes on him, they werenât doing anything to hide him.(Not that he wanted that)
You pulled down his boxers and pulled him to you on the bed. His head now resting against the headboard, his left hand finding its way into your hair.
Your fingers slowly wander over the obvious bulge in his underwear. His jaw clenched and his grip in your hair tightened âBaby, come onâ He breathed.
You happily obligated and pulled his boxers down. His cock rested against his stomach, your eyes widened. He wasnât that much longer than Max, yet he was more thick than max. You let out a breath and Lewis cradled your head.
You took him in your mouth and sucked his hesd âOh jeez, babyâ You hummed and his head fell back against the headboard. You wrapped your hand around the part that didnât fit in your mouth.
His fingers tighten around your hair and his eyes gaze at you so softly, it makes you wanna suck him the whole night.
His moaning was music to your ears. You sped up your actions, which Lewis shot his eyes open to âOh my goodness, baby. Shit-Holy jesusâ
You chuckled âYou gonna cum in my mouth?â He nodded âYeah baby, shitâ The way his eyes rolled into the back of his head made your thighs clench together.
He came down your throat, which you also swallowed. He smirked at you but his head snapped to his right when you heard a whine. One that definitely didnât come from you.
Lewis makes a âcome hereâ motion with two fingers towards max âImpatient much huh? You wanna cum?â
Max nods and Lewis turns to you âSweetheart, do you have toys?â You nod âCan you get them all for me?â You nod again and run to the bathroom. You had put them in a locked cabinet, not fond of the idea that your mother or other people would find them.
When you can back into the room, Max was tied to the bed with all four limbs. Youâd never expect to see your max in that position.
You stood dumbfounded in the doorway while Lewis checked the restraints and looked up at you âGot them all, sweet thing?â You nodded, walking towards him with the box and handing it to him.
He placed it next to Max, examining each toy carefully. His smile widened when he pulled out a magic wand. You raised your eyebrows, not sure of his intentions.
âCan you tell me a number up till 10?â He asked, still focused on the toy in his hand âYeah..â You thought for a moment.
â6â Lewis chuckledâOkay, seems like itâs gonna be a hell of a night for you, Verstappen. Your girl just told me she wants you to cum 6 timesâ
âAre yo out of your mind, how am I-â Lewis cut him off âShush before I make it moreâ
Your eyes were wide, and hands fidgeting with each other. This wasnât unwelcome but a complete new experience for you.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked more quiet then intended. Lewis looked at you and his eyes softened at your state âCome here baby, Iâll explain.â He patted the side next to him.
You crawled over to him and sat between Maxâs legs with lewis. Lewis let Maxâs cock down onto his stomach before looking at the tall man.
âYou know the traffic light system, Max?â He nods âGood. What colour is it right now?â
âGreenâ Lewis nods at him and turns the wand on. Max hissed at the new vibration surrounding his cock.
Lewis turned to you âDid he use the wand on you, honey?â You nod âWords?â
âHe didâ âHow?â âHeld it on my clit, and my titsâ
You say blushing, not used to being so vocal about your sex life to someone else than max.
âThen you know how it feels, yeah?â âYesâ Lewis hummed and turned the wand up âMax wanted to cum, right?â âHe didâ
âWe should let him, right?â You nod eagerly and Lewis smiles at your reaction âAnd what about you baby? You wanna cum too?â
You look down shyly âNuh uh. Donât turn all shy on me now. Tell me, do you wanna cum? Do you want me to make you cum?â
âYesâ Lewis smirks before turning the wand up to its highest setting.
He gets up from the bed and sits in a nearby armchair âCome here, babyâ He pats his lap. Your eyes were fixed on the way Max was whining and squirming, tears forming in his eyes.
âHeâs just feeling good, sweetheart. Come here so I can make you feel goodâ His eyes followed you. Your legs straddled his and you gasped when his fingers went through your slit.
âTime to make you finally cum, hm? You took such good care of us, you deserve itâ
You nod breathless âWhat you need, my fingers? My mouth? my cock?â Lewis smiled up at you âwant your cock,please-â
He pulled you down by the throat, capturing your lips with his âNo need to ask twiceâ You felt his tip at your entrance and grabbed his shoulders.
âBreath, sweetheart.â You didnât even notice you were holding your breath.
You slowly sunk down on him, the pain slowly turning into welcomed pleasure. He found your g-spot pretty easily,scary easily.
âRight there? Yeah?â You nod eagerly âFuck-Oh my god, Lewisâ Your nails were probably drawing blood from him by now but you didnât care.
The only thing you cared about was the pleasure that Lewis was providing you with. His hand slipped between you, rubbing your clit gently.
âOh my god. Iâm gonna cum already-fuckâ He smirked âYou can cum whenever you want, sweet thing. Come on, make a mess on my cockâ
Hot white pleasure filled your body, arms tightening around his neck and eyes shut close.
The hands gently stroking your sides grounded you âYou back, baby?â You hummed and looked at the man under you âLook at the mess you made, huh?â You looked down at yourself and him âIâm sorry-Oh no-â
He hushed you with a kiss âNothing to worry about. That was hot, sweetheart. Your goodâ You relax and let your head fall to his shoulder. You slowly begin to grind on him.
What are you doing?â âYou didnât cum yetâ âI donât have toâ âPleaseâ You held his face in your hands âYou want my cum that bad?â You nod âWork for it thenâ
You hiss at the overstimulation but it wasnât unbearable. Lewis noticed and pulled you back âColour?â âStill greenâ He nodded âTell me if it changesâ You nod and continue your work on him.
A strangled moan made you turn around. You completely forgot Max was still there. And according to the mess on his stomach he had cum already one or two times.
You gasped and looked back at lewis âRelax baby. Iâll know when he canât anymore. Back to us, hm?â
You nod and start bouncing on him. It didnât take him long to tumble over the edge with the way you clenched around him and the sight of Max on the bed.
âShit, Iâm cumming. Oh dear godâ He pulled you flush against him and groaned into you neck. He slowly relaxed his grip on you and the only sound filling the room was vibrations and Max.
Max was close again, having seen how his girlfriend squirted on his rival, and make him cum too.
Before he knew it, he came for the fourth time that night. The pain was now creeping up on him and the pleasure leaving him.
Lewis went into the bathroom, quickly cleaned you up and pulled a hoodie over your head. He sat you down in the armchair with a fluffy blanket, eyes always checking Max.
He knew the dutch man was on his breaking point, yet to proud for his own good.
Lewis sat on the armrest of the armchair and stroked your head, eyes already closed.
Max was squirming and crying but not giving up. When the dutch man let out a sound more of pain than pleasure, your eyes shot open and Lewis removed the magic wand in an instant.
âSweetheart, can you bring me that towel?â Lewis pointed at a towel he had placed aside for max. You grabbed it and gave it to him. You watched them with glossy eyes, just wanna holding Max and be close to him.
Lewis also cleaned Max up and signaled you to lay downâ Come cuddle with him, babyâ You laid down on Maxâs chest and let his arms tighten around you.
The cameras were long forgotten, but remembered when lewis walked towards them and turned them off.
He laid down behind you, letting his arm fall over you and Max.
Holy moly this was..fun to write? Had a writers block when she undressed Lewis đ Buz hey, I finally finished it. Donât be all to harsh on me, I donât write smut that often so it could be a little cringey đđđ
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relaxing - sunghoon hc
paring: bf!sunghoon x gf!afab!reader
genre: smut
warnings: smut, fluff, smoking weed, true love, curvy reader, Protected sex, fingering, hair pulling, shot gunning
word count: 4k
summary: You and Sunghoon spend a rainy weekend in his basement smoking and relaxing to the sound of the rain, which leads to a night of high love making.
a/n: i got some requests in my inbox but i was already writing this so ill write for those and post them either later today or tomorrow because i wont have plans :3 also sunghoon is my bias but ive never wrote something for him which is shocking đ
The sound of the rain was what set the mood, the millions of drops pattering against the high windows of Sunghoon's basement sounding through the atmosphere. You laid on your back against the soft cushions of the couch, your eyes closed in a peaceful state as you waited patiently for your boyfriend.
"Alright, babe, we've got weed, video games, and movies; what do you want to do?" Sunghoon spoke cheerfully, closing the basement door behind him as he bounded down the wooden stairs.
"Hm, how about we go for a walk?" Giggling, your body bounced lightly as Sunghoon sat on the opposite end of the couch, lifting your sock clad feet onto his lap.
"Yeah, and catch a cold while we're at it too," He chuckled, rubbing your calf before taking in your appearance.Â
You were dressed in a simple pair of grey leggings, which make your ass look great, and a worn v-cut graphic-tee with the Pepsi logo across the chest. Even when you dressed so simple, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he often wondered what he did to have someone so wonderful, other than Jake, in his life.
You opened your dazzling brown eyes, locking your gaze with his. "Why are you looking at me like that, silly?" You giggled, sticking your tongue out as you propped your head on a couch pillow.
"Just thinking about of amazing you are, dork." He countered, squeezing your leg lovingly as he watched your cheeks get a little warm.
"Gosh, you're too much for me," You sighed, covering your face with your hands before peeking out between your fingers, "Let's get high."
Sunghoon smiled, taking his signature white headphones from around his neck and placing them on the coffee table on front of them. "Shot gunning?"
"Shot gunning."
Shot gunning was your preferred way of getting high, ever since meeting Sunghoon that is. The first time you had tried weed, which actually was with Sunghoon, you inhaled too hard and ended up choking on your own breath. Sunghoon insisted that you didn't have to smoke just because he did it, but you insisted on trying it which led to him teaching you a different way of achieving the high without having to touch the blunt herself.
Once everything was set up Sunghoon took the blunt between his finger and thumb before striking the lighter in his other hand, bringing the small flame to the tip and watching it light up. He put the lighter away and took the first hit, breathing deeply and closing his eyes before exhaling, the smoke bellowing out of his parted lips and nose. A few seconds passed before he opened his eyes again, turning his head towards you.
"Ready?"
He watched as you bit your lower lip and nodded, sitting yourself up on the couch before kneeling next to him, their faces level with each other as your eyes stayed locked.
"I need to hear you say you're ready, beautiful."
You felt your face heat up and your heart swell, you always loved how caring he was about making sure you weren't feeling pressured. "I'm ready, Hoonie."
A small smile graced his lips before he brought the blunt up again, taking another slow drag and putting the blunt down, holding his breath. You parted your plump lips and Sunghoon did the same before blowing the smoke into your mouth. The smoke filled your lungs as you breathed in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut before exhaling the same way, feeling your nerves begin to calm. As you opened your eyes your gaze locked with Sunghoon, who had a goofy smirk on his face.
"I never get tired of seeing that." He grinned, his heart nearly skipping a beat at the half-lidded stare you were giving him. The glow of the various lava lamps he had in the basement illuminated your face in a way that made it seem like you belonged in a pin-up poster, too perfect to be sitting in front of him right now.
"I never get tired of being shot gunned by you." You wistfully replied, a small smile tugging at your lips before another wave of heat rose to your cheeks. "Do you mind if I try something?" Your voice came out small, your gaze averting to the floor as you processed what you were going to do.
"Yeah- I mean, no, go for it," Sunghoon stuttered slightly, an embarrassed smile taking over the proud grin he had.
At his approval, you maneuvered your leg across his thighs before kneeling in front of him, straddling his waist as you sat in his lap. The new, and better, position allowed them both to be able to face each other without having to break their necks to face each other or Sunghoon to turn away to flick the ashes off.
"I-I just thought this would be easier," You spoke lightly, your hands picking nervously at each other in your lap. Sure, you had been dating for nearly a year, but that didn't stop your nerves from spiking each time you went out on a limb.
Sunghoon felt his cheeks set themselves on fire at the new position, having so much more to worry about than getting a cramp in his neck or side. "Y-Yeah, no, this is great, way better than before, actually." He smiled softly, his left hand resting on your hip lovingly as comfort.
After taking a moment to settle themselves, they began the process again; Sunghoon breathing in the smoke before blowing it into your mouth, allowing you to take in the high as well. He watched as you tilted your head back, sighing the smoke out into the air above them to avoid blowing it back into Sunghoon's face.
Sunghoon tracked your movement, his eyes trailing along your neck, taking in your smooth skin, before delving lower into what the cut of your t-shirt allowed him to see. He took in the details of your collarbones, just slightly protruding out, and the view of your breasts, which were slightly elevated due to the bra you wore. He wouldn't consider himself a person who gets horny while high, but with the view that was given to him in this very moment he could make an exception.
Thus, the process continued, rotating until the blunt was nothing but ash, leaving you and Sunghoon in a haze of smoke and lust as they grew closer to each other; you sat comfortably in Sunghoon's lap as he held onto your hips, his hands casually gripping your curves. Your foreheads rested on each-others, your noses slightly bumping as you relished in the high together, needing nothing but each other and the constant downpour of the rain.
"Sunghoon..." You breathed, your eyes staying closed as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck lovingly.
Sunghoon hummed, not feeling the need to use words as he steadily continued to trace patterns on your skin.
"Can I wear your hoodie?" Your voice was small and calm as you placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting your head back to open your eyes.
Sunghoon felt his eyebrows furrow as he opened his eyes, meeting his girlfriend's blown-wide pupils. "Are you sure you won't get too hot?" He mused, stilling his thumbs against your sides.
You huffed lightly, a cute pout on your lips, "It's always pretty cold in here, besides; I'll just take off my shirt, see?" As if to prove your point, or rather claim, you reached for the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor behind you, leaving you in a simple black bra, goosebumps immediately rising against your skin from the change in temperature.
Sunghoon felt a stir in his lower stomach, his eyes quickly flicking to your breasts that rested in the cups of your bra, your chest moving in tune with the breaths you were taking. "Y-You didn't have to, you know?" He gaped, scanning over the new flesh that lacked all the marks he now wanted to make.
"I know," You smirked, bringing your face to his ear, "I could feel that you've been staring for a while now, I just wanted to give you a better view." You murmured seductively before nibbling at his earlobe, causing his grip to tighten on your hips with a gasp.
"In that case you're gonna have to help me now." Sunghoon moaned, his hips lifting slightly to rub against your core easily through your leggings.
Your movements were slow and languid, trailing kisses from his jaw to his lips, catching them in a deep kiss as you moved herself closer to be directly in his lap. Sunghoon allowed his hands to move from your hips to your waist, caressing the soft, plump skin he was met with, the warmth welcoming his hands.
Moments like this were quite possibly his favorite; the slow, lethargic kisses they both shared, even when they were both sober. He loved the feel of you pressed against him, no insecurities or worried clouding your judgement as you allowed yourself to be free and be comfortable with him, which only made you hotter.
"So, what do you say?" You finally spoke as their lips parted, ghosting against each other, "Can I?" You gazed at him with a fire of seductive confidence behind your eyes, the look only fueling the desire Sunghoon had to take you right in that moment.
He was practically rendered breathless from staring at you, almost forgetting to answer your awaiting question. "Definitely."
You engulfed his lips into a slow, yet heated kiss; lips smacking and tongues clashing in an instant of lust before they both broke away, a new spark igniting within the both of them. You took a second to stare at each other, breathing heavily before they broke into frantic movements.
Sunghoon shifted sporadically, pulling the hoodie up at any angle he could, nearly getting it stuck on his head and glasses as you frantically struggled to get your bra off, trying your best to keep your balance as Sunghoon wiggled and jerked, muttering and cursing here and there. The red death trap finally released its hold on Sunghoon, and he was met with the glorious sight of you dangling your bra on your finger, using your other hand to muffle your bubbling giggles.
"I'm glad you find me funny." He readjusted his glasses and took your hand away from your mouth, leaning himself forward to place a kiss on your lips.
"And I'm glad you don't mind me crushing you," You giggled again, nuzzling your nose against his own, causing him to blush before sucking his teeth at you.
"You could never." He murmured, kissing your cheek, then neck, before following up with another kiss on your lips, "You're perfect, besides, more cushion for the pushin'." As he said this he moved his hands to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze and earning himself a squeak of surprise.
"God, you're a dork." You sighed blissfully as moved his hands to your chest, massaging your breasts while he worked on decorating your neck in red. You felt the texture of his tongue run along a particularly sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver and his lips to curl into a smile before he sucked on the portion of skin.
"As long as I'm your dork, I'm okay with that."
He continued to litter your neck and chest with open-mouthed kisses, pinching your nipples teasingly before rolling them between his forefinger and thumb, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you gently tugged at his hair. Moving his head lower, he placed a few kisses at the top of your breasts before taking your right nipple into his mouth, licking tentatively at the hardening bud, still twisting at the unoccupied one.
You whimpered lightly, tilting your head back faintly as you held the back of his head, grinding down on the hardening bulge in his jeans for much needed friction. You felt him groan against your skin, lifting his hips to press into your core as you continued to grind onto him.
Without a moment to spare, Sunghoon moved on to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the right while he used his right hand to travel down your side, reaching the hem of the leggings. Before he could move any further, he felt you hand grab his, lifting it away from your hip.
"Nuh uh, shirt off first, you gotta finish this level before moving on, Hoonie," You taunted breathlessly, a small smirk grazing your lips as he released your breast with a small pop.
"Oh, I love when you speak video game," He groaned softly, flashing you a smile as he leaned away from you, reaching behind him to pull off his t-shirt and toss it off the side of the couch. "Now, pants?"
"Pants." You nodded, pushing yourself off of his lap to stand, allowing him to do the same.
Sunghoon's hands eagerly went to his belt buckle, rushing to undo the buckle and get the slightly tighter pants off of him, while you turned your back to him; bending over to give him a show as you pulled your leggings off, grinning as you heard Sunghoon groan.
"Leggings on you are a weapon to me, babe." He huffed in success as he finally pushed off his jeans, kicking them off in a pile behind him before coming face to face with you again.
You stared at each other for a heartbeat before Sunghoon chuckled, "Should we take off our underwear too before we go back to sitting?"
You thought for a second before huffing out a laugh, "Yeah, we probably should."
After taking off their underwear they resumed the previous position on the couch, kissing passionately as you hovered over his hardened cock, brushing against it every now and again with your wet cunt causing Sunghoon to shiver. He slid his hand between both of their bodies, using his finger to delve between your lower lips, feeling your wetness collect on his fingers. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body shiver in excitement as his finger prodded at your slit before slowly sliding into your pussy; pumping a few times before he added a second, feeling your walls stretch around him.
"Sunghoon..." You moaned softly once you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his as he continued to finger you, feeling the digits slightly curl inside of you. You gasped, shortly realizing what he was searching for as he picked up the pace, his thumb starting to rub small circles on your clit.
"Almost..." He murmured, keeping his eyes on your face as he curled his fingers again.
You inhaled sharply, tilting your head back as a loud moan escaped your lips. "Sunghoon!"
"There we go." Sunghoon grinned as he continued to thrust his fingers into your warmth, feeling your juices coat his digits as you hovered above his lap. He felt your walls clench as your hips bucked into his hand, moving his thumb faster across the sensitive bud of nerves; watching as your lips stayed parted to accommodate for the moans spilling out, eyelashes resting against the tops of your cheeks.
Your entire being exuded bliss, borderline pornographic as Sunghoon felt himself grow harder at the sight, if that was even possible at this point.
"H-Hoonie, I'm close-" You whimpered, your fingers finding their way into his hair as you leaned your head into his shoulder, tugging at the black strands while moaning into his skin, feeling the knot tighten within your abdomen.
"Come on baby, cum for me," He moaned, feeling your thighs begin to shake as your moans became constant.
As he pressed his fingers into your g-spot you let out a loud moan, shaking as your walls pulsed and convulsed around his fingers. Sunghoon continued to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, easing you down from your climax as he felt you panting against his neck, leaving small kisses against the warmth of his skin.
After a moment you sat up once again, gazing into his eyes with nothing but pure love and admiration before pulling him into a slow kiss. "Now it's your turn," You murmured against his lips, a smile growing on your own as you reached for the signature hoodie that started all of this. You easily slid the article over your body, feeling the slightly scratchy fabric of the inside envelope you in warmth and the scent of Sunghoon before digging around in the front pocket to take out a condom he usually had stashed there for 'safe keeping'.
Sunghoon was breathless as he took in the heavenly sight before him; his girlfriend with your slightly messed up hair and flustered face wearing his hoodie, his hoodie, slightly large over your frame with nothing underneath as you held out a condom. Sure, you had worn his hoodie numerous times before, but this was a sight unlike any other, and boy was he enjoying it. He was snapped out of his trance once he felt your hand wrap around his cock, pumping it gingerly as he shivered, not realizing how touch deprived he felt. "F-Fuck," He breathed, rutting his hips into your hand subconsciously.
You gasped lightly, the sound of his moan shooting directly to your core as you continued to pump him a bit faster, collecting the drops of precum that leaked out of the tip with your thumb and spreading it around.
"I-If you keep it up we're gonna have to wait fifteen minutes to do this again." He whimpered out a laugh, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop your movements with a serious look. You nodded, chewing your lower lip before tearing open the packet, taking the lubricated condom between your fingers before moving off of his lap a bit to slide it along his dick; the rubber coating him almost like a second skin.
Moving yourself closer to him once again, you took his length in your hand to line him up with your slit, feeling the tip rub slightly against your pussy lips with a small moan. "Ready?"
Sunghoon nodded up at you, his hands holding your hips for support as you hovered above him, so close yet still so far.
"I need to hear you say you're ready, handsome," You breathed, a light of playfulness shining behind your eyes.
"I'm ready, baby," He practically groaned, making a mental note to get back at you for making him wait.
Nodding, you slowly slid yourself down on his cock, feeling his girth stretch your walls slightly as you continued to go down on him; a moan escaping both of your lips once your pelvises met.
Sunghoon bit his lip, fighting the urge to press your to his body and fuck you relentlessly as he felt you clench around him. You let out a small breath before steadying yourself against his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips until only the head was inside of you before sinking down once again, a rush of pleasure coursing through your like electricity.
You continued the motion, speeding up once you heard Sunghoon's soft groan of pleasure; his hands helping you rise and fall against his cock at a steady pace. Opening your eyes, you looked at Sunghoon, watching as his stare was focused on his lap; watching as your pussy slid along his cock with ease. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes, getting lost in the chocolate brown pools surrounded by the rim of his glasses; their breaths mingling together.
Within a heartbeat their lips smashed together, soft moans and whimpers escaping the both of them as you rode him faster, feeling his fingers squeeze against your hips as he pulled you into him. He pulled you down he thrusted his hips up out of instinct, moaning at the deeper contact he was able to reach.
"Fuck! R-Right there Sunghoon!" You mewled, gripping his shoulders tighter as you bounced, feeling his cock press against your g-spot as he thrusted into you again.
"Go-od you're so tight," He panted as he pulled you harder against him, feeling your walls clench and throb around him, feeling a familiar knot slowly begin to form in the pit of his stomach. "Hold on."
"W-Wha-" You started before you were suddenly pushed to the side, laying on your back while Sunghoon hovered over you, hiking your legs onto his hips and resting himself on his forearms for balance. He pushed himself deeper inside of your dripping pussy, causing you to moan out in pleasure at the new, and better, angle. "Oh, God!"
Sunghoon started out with a few slow thrusts before picking up speed, the sound of your moans and the lewdness of your skin slapping together filling the basement.
"You're so perfect, writhing under me like that, god you're perfect." He murmured against your ear, his words enunciated by his thrusts.
Your hands tangled themselves throughout his black locks, tugging harshly as you squeezed your legs around his hips. Moaning loudly, Sunghoon snapped his hips into yours with a near animalistic growl as he fucked you deeper, compensating for the speed.
"Hoon! Sunghoon, I-" You whimpered, your head pressing into the couch as you arched your body into his, feeling him continuously graze your g-spot with ease.
He sat up, much to your displeasure as your hands fell from his hair and took a moment to take in your position; your body bouncing against each of his thrusts as the hoodie rose up against your stomach, your breasts bouncing underneath the fabric freely while your face was wrapped in an expression of pure pleasure, eyes screwed shut and plump lips open to compensate for the moans that spilled out. He slid a hand down to your clit, rubbing the nub in quick circles in time with his thrusts, cursing when your pussy clenched around his cock once more.
"I know, cum for me beautiful, just for me," He moaned, putting off his own climax to get you to reach your climax first; a gentleman as always.
You felt the pressure in your stomach tighten before snapping completely, your eyes squeezing shut as you came against his cock. You came with a high-pitched moan of his name, your back arching slightly as he continued to thrust inside of you, helping you ride out your climax.
"I- fuck, I'll never get tired of seeing that," Sunghoon grunted, leaning over your body again as his own thrusts began to grow faster and sloppier, burying his head within the crook of your neck, sucking at your supple skin. "God you feel so good."
"G-Go on baby, cum, it's your turn," You moaned, holding him close to you as you raked your nails across his shoulders, bracing yourself against his relentless thrusts.
Sunghoon gave a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered, spilling his seed inside of the condom with a loud moan into your neck. He continued to thrust slowly, riding out his high as you whispered words of comfort, lightly running your fingers across his scalp as he panted heavily.
After a few moments of comforting silence Sunghoon slowly pulled out of you, going to dispose of the used condom before walking back to the couch; pulling on his once discarded boxers and t-shirt with a small smile on his lips. "Come on cutie, let's get you situated," He hummed, swiftly picking up your panties before dangling them in front of you.
"My legs feel like gel-o," You moaned, covering your face with your hands, the sleeves of his hoodie over them like mitts.
"Alright, you get recovery time but remember what they taught us in health class-"
"Yeah, yeah, STI's and all that," You interrupted, snatching the underwear from him as you slid them up your legs, "Cuddle while I recover, Mr. Health Enforcer?"
Chuckling lightly, Sunghoon nodded and sat on the couch, laying back on the opposite end before your maneuvered yourself on top of him; resting your head on his chest while your legs entwined.
"You know," He started, allowing his hands to move to your lower back lovingly, "You look really hot when you have my hoodie on, especially like that."
"I bet that's just the high talking." You murmured, closing your eyes to focus on the beat of his heart through his shirt.
"No, never. You always look hot to me, the hoodie just made it better because its mine, and you're mine, so it's a double whammy." He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to find the right words to say. "You're not hot, actually, you're beautiful, more beautiful than words can describe, and a photo can capture. I love you because you're just, so... Indescribable."
You felt tears prick at your eyes as your heart swelled at his words, snuggling yourself closer to him with a small smile, "And I love you because you're so describable; so real, tangible, there. There are so many words to describe you I'd have to learn all the languages to use them all, and even then I'd be missing some. Every word comes so close yet so far to describing you yet they're all so valid because you're you, you're here, you're real."
Sunghoon squeezed you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
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