gassppp bf rafe dragging reader out of a party theyre at after threatening to fight a girl- who she saw practically eye-fucking him :0
does that make any sense đ
the way i did a little dance while reading this because ABSOLUTELY⌠reader who does not play about her rafey.
content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. 500
f / kook!reader, partying, mentions of drinking & drug use, rafe has met his match, daddy kink, suggestive.
youâre not one to fly off the handle. in fact the first thing people often say about you is how sweet you are. the sweetest girl who loves to party, loves expensive things and being taken care of. thatâs how you won over rafeâs heart. perfect for him in every way, even when your nasty temper does happen to make an appearance.
at first, you donât think much of it when you catch her eyes rake up and down rafeâs form. your vision is bleary due to everything in your system. a few drinks, one or two puffs of rafeâs jointâ the usual. maybe youâre seeing things. actually you must be seeing things; thereâs no way sheâs this fuckin' dumb to salivate over him right in front of you, as you cling to his side and press your glossed lips to his neck.
unbeknownst to you rafe follows your gaze, rolling his eyes when they land on the girl in question. he ducks his head so he can grumble in your ear, squeezing your hip through the material of your pretty party dress in the processâ âignore her, baby.â
âdo you know her?â youâre quick to ask.
rafeâs face twists up, âfuck no.â
âgood.â
everythingâs peachy as it should be until rafe gets up from your sideâ once heâs up, he leans back down and plants a sweet kiss to your lips. one that makes you grab at him for more, expecting him to pull you away with him to a more private room. instead he whispers against your lips, mimicking your poutâ âi gotta go get something, bunny.â
you nod obediently, but donât let go of his hand until you absolutely have to. âbe good,â he mouths to you.
and honestly, that was your plan. to be good. to wait for him like you were meant to. you donât remember getting up from your spot on the sofa, you donât remember stomping over to her in your brand new heels. but you do recall seeing her make a move, eyes glued to your boyfriend as he weaves through the crowded house, ready to follow after him.
there are a few voices surrounding you, calling for rafe âcameron, come get your girl.â that was mere moments before you felt his arms wrap around you, tugging you away while you continued to shout and nearly full on bark like some over territorial puppyâ âiâll kill you, bitch.â
of course you didnât mean it⌠well. a tiny part of you did.
you keep your arms folded against your chest. rafeâs jacket hangs off of your shoulders as you sit in the passenger seat of his truck. frowning so hard that your cheeks hurt. any kind of buzz or high youâve had has completely worn off, but sparks go off when your boyfriend grabs at your thigh with a big warm hand, reassuringly rubbing his palm over your skin. he clears his throat, huffing a laugh through his nose⌠âi meanâ all things considered, that was pretty hot.â
âshut up.â you grit through your teeth, drowning in embarrassment.
ânah,â rafe grins, âiâm serious, baby. youâre justâ just a little protective over your daddy, nothinâ wrong with that.â
you hang off of every word, happy to still have his approval after your stunt. yeah. heâs right. there truly is nothing wrong with that⌠and you intend to show him just how much youâre obsessed with him when you two get back to his place.
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Ion even think that âMeganâs Lawâ lyric only applies to N*cki & her delinquent. The whole rap industry sitting on some âSurviving So-and-Soâ documentaries
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warning: Sex pollen :), noncon/dubcon, some of them are mean on this one, horny desperate men going insane for your hole, not proofread đ
Jus' over here havin thoughts about sex pollen infecting your favorite boy man
Finding yourself in the middle of a botched mission, you desperately try to open the door that separates you from your lover. You can hear him hacking, n coughing on the other side. N'd your sweet soul's nearly crying at the thought of what's happening to him. Is he dying !? Pink gas escapes from under the door and you don't even have the time to react before it suddenly opens.
Captain John Price who tries keep some of his composure. You must commend him for it, really. But you turn around to see if the coast's still clear and that's all it takes for his composure to break. Before you knew it you're being lifted into the air. Back pressed tightly against your Captain's chest while he holds you up with the back if your knees. He's got you in a full nelson :( And all of a sudden there's a knife in his hands. You cry out at the thought of what he could do to you but you're silenced the moment he uses it to rip an opening through your trousers, all the while he's rutting against your ass, cause he's just so pent up. Oh, you have to understand!
His dick is inside of you the moment it's freed. Tries to be considerate about it, gives you a few seconds to adjust before he's drilling into you with wild abandon. Fucks you so deep, there's a bulge in your tummy and spots in your vision. Sinks to the floor with you the moment he cums, holding you close to his chest and trying to come up with a decent enough explanation.
Simon "Ghost" Riley who let's out a loud grunt before falling on top of you. The impact makes your head spin, and it momentarily knocks the wind out of your lungs. His body crushes yours beneath the concrete floor and you don't have time to recover before the feeling of phantom hands start to roam your body. And you can no longer blame it on your fall, because your trousers are being ripped away by rough gloved hands.
Poor, little, you can't even object when he wrestles you into a mating press :( Shoving two of his thick digits inside of you with no warning. He's moving them in a scissoring motion, and you cant help but cry at the dry, and painful insertion. He's so mean!
"Shhh, puppy... 'I need this..." Doesn't even say please! Doesn't even give you a warning before the mushroom tip of his cock is breaching past your entrance. It's definitely way thicker than his fingers, and a lot more harder to get used to. He uses your bunched up knees as leverage to fuck you deeper, n deeper till your pretty eyes roll to the back of your skull.
He sounds like an animal when he cums. Growling pure filth to your ear while he grinds his dick inside you. Ready for a round 2?
Johnny "Soap" Mactavish who doesn't even wait. He was already hard as a fucking rock, hearing your cute voice cry out for him on the other side of the door. But now that it's opened, the only thing in his mind is dicking you down till your addicted to his cock.
Very impatient. You're literally like a ragdoll to him and he jus' manhandles you so you're face down, ass up :(
Shoves his fingers in your mouth while pulling your trousers down. He eats you out like a man starved. Like this was going to be his first, and last meal. Not a moment later and he's bullying your hole with his fat cock. Babbling nonsense about how fucking tight you are and how he's "waited to do this for so long". But he cums, and he cums deep.
The definition of painting your insides white.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick who looks like he's in so much pain. Unlike the other boys he tells you not to get close. He's not right in the head, can't you see that?? But you're sweet. Too sweet, and he wonders if you taste just the same. He's wetting his lips before knows it. He feels terrible. Eye fucking you while you're just trying to get him to talk about what's happening. Is he ok? He's not dying, is he? Tell me where it hurts, please.
You fret over him, and he's never felt such embarrassment in his life before. He feels bad, looking down at the massive tent in his pants. But he feels worse when he's pushing you against the wall. He's tried to hold back. Really, he did. But there's just so much a man like him can take in a situation like this. And he's trying to whisper apologies to you while he hasn't fully lost himself.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, just please....Fffuckâlet me fuck you. Please..."
He's so desperate n'd whiney. As if he's not making your thighs shake and your brain into goo. He's fucking your mouth with his tongue, sturdy hands grabbing hold of your legs and wrapping them around his firm waist.
It's all too much. You're brain moving slower than your mouth can say "slow down". In a second he's got your trousers to the side, and his pants bunched up on his knees. He's shaking so much you're worried he might topple over. But he doesn't. Instead he slams his hips directly into yours. Your mouth opening in a silent scream.
He cums the moment he gets his dick in you. He's just so sensitive, ok :( And he doesn't stop at just one round, not even two. Three and his cum's leaking out of you, staining the floor and both of your thighs. Still moving his hips like a man possessed. Four, you're nearly passed out. And there's a slight bump in your stomach from where you're sure his cock, and cum is.
Head lying limp on your shoulder, you wonder how many times you've cummed already, or if this was even going to end. He smiles at you, so brightly he looks like your Kyle again. But he's kissing the side of your mouth before biting at your lips.
"Jus one more. Jus' one more, I promise..."
a/n: I literally don't know what bought this on. Are the parts where I lost motivation obvious? Yes? Ok. Fuck Some characters parts are longer than others I'm so sorry đ This has been rotting in my drafts for about 2 days. Hope you enjoy this more than I do đ. Eat up, my loves!
Yours, truly,
âdolly
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"business or pleasure?"
pairing: gojo x fem!reader
summary: the gojo clan decides itâs time to secure an heir⌠and youâre the lucky woman selected for the jobâŚ
content: HEAVY breeding, arranged marriage, language, praise, dacryphilia, p->v, fingering, mating press, a lilâ blood (if you squint), pet names, implied multiple rounds, gojo just generally being a menace, no established relationship, reader and gojo literally just met, reader is literally there for the purpose of getting pregnant, positive pregnancy test at the end, ideas of women as baby incubators :x, consent king gojo.
wc: 3.7k
a/n: I HAVE RETURNED!!! Hey!!!!!! Long time no see, babes. I was looking at my account and I havenât posted a fic in *cough* TWO YEARS. There is simply no way thatâs real đ Anyway, Iâve returned with something slightly different: A Gojo fic. Youâre welcome. Mwah. Also, please send messages I miss y'all. happy new year bbs. and remember, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED!
Itâs only your third time in Japan. The first had been to visit family friends when you were eight, the second for a girlsâ trip after you graduated college. You liked it. Tokyo was bright and busy and full of shops and things to do. The countryside always offered beauty and peace. But this third time was different. No shopping, no temples, no amusement parks. You were here for business, not pleasure.Â
You run a finger along the edge of a mahogany bookshelf. Your feet are killing you, a flick of your ankles tossing your heels across the room. Your nose wrinkles when you land on a particular title. The Art of War? Interesting choice⌠You scan the other books, and your brows rise when you find a strange combination of academics, young adult, manga, and high fantasy? A multi-genre reader, thenâŚ
You absentmindedly rub at the arch of your foot, pushing out the ache as best you can. A day so full of stress has left you weary. Your mother hadnât stopped hovering until the moment youâd escaped into your car, a new husband on your arm.Â
You sigh. You could still hear the shower running along with said husband humming loudly to a tune you didnât recognize. At least your groom wasnât shy.Â
A glance toward the bed has your brows raising. Were those⌠squishmallows? One looked like a shark, the other like a⌠sushi? You press your lips together, avoiding a laugh he would surely hear. You make your way to the mattress, sighing when you finally get to sit. You pull the sushi into your arms, hugging the pillow to your chest, but it no longer seemed so funny anymore. You had bigger things to think about. Your legs press together in a mix of anticipation and anxiety. All the way from America youâd come to marry the Gojo heir. It had been a rushed arrangement. Apparently, the Gojo clan had finally put their foot down and decided their heir should finally get to the business of making another heir. Thereâd been a search far and wide for the best match and somehow, theyâd settled on you. An accomplished sorcerer yourself and abilities in your blood that only strengthened those of the Gojo line, youâd been an suitable pick. It didnât hurt that you were young, healthy, and (upon a trip to a renowned fertility clinic) proven to be very fertile.Â
Your parents had been oh-so eager to accept the Gojo clanâs proposition. The Gojo heirâs power hadnât been matched in nearly 400 years. Any and every family would jump at the opportunity to be tied to them, especially through marriage and heirs. You were surprised youâd been chosen considering all of the options there must have been.Â
Satoru seemed⌠fine, you thought. You hadnât had much time to talk with him privately. The first time youâd met had been on a phone call with both of your sets of parents present and the next had been at the altar. At one point in the night heâd asked a waiter to refill your wine glass and heâd been a rather good dancer. Other than that, youâd been pulled apart at all odds and ends until youâd come back here: his apartment.Â
Youâd expected something a little more lavish for your wedding night, especially considering the spectacle that your wedding had been. Ice sculptures, thousand dollar bouquets, and diamond encrusted wedding rings had turned to an elegantly decorated bachelor pad. A glance around revealed a space that was obviously lived in, with odd mixes of $10,000 dollar chairs and⌠squishmallows.
You sink onto the edge of the bed, eyes peeling over the half-moons of your nails and the heavy gems that now sit on the fourth finger of your left hand. They are a weight you feel the pressure of. A pressure to live up to expectations, to produce a much-desired product.Â
A door opens down the hall and you realize the pounding of water and the lilting of a hum has ceased. Your husband is done with his shower.Â
A few seconds later he reveals himself, prancing down the hallway and into his bedroom like itâs just another Tuesday and not his wedding night. A plush blue towel is slung low around his waist and from the rivulets of water running all over his body you judge that he hadnât even taken the time to properly dry off. Not that you mind.
Youâd known your new husband was beautiful but youâd never imagined heâd be so⌠so goddamn seductive.Â
Washboard abs, toned arms, sculpted back, wet hair and icy eyes⌠he was the image of a god.Â
âSorry for making you wait. I really needed that.âÂ
Gojo prods at his temples, eyes squished shut in what looked like a moment of pain. Youâd heard of this problem from the clan. He hadnât worn his blindfold all day for the sake of the wedding. It was no wonder the effects were catching up with him.Â
âNo problem.âÂ
A small smile reveals just a few blinding teeth and you could swear your vision went out for just a moment.Â
âYou hungry?âÂ
You arch a brow. The man had eaten two full plates and practically half the cake not yet an hour ago.Â
âCanât say that I am.âÂ
âHm.âÂ
He nods and you watch as he plucks a stray candy off his bedside table, tossing the wrapper to the floor.Â
âSo, uh-â You watch the butterscotch bulge in his cheek. âYou really wanna do this?âÂ
You glance at your half-naked husband who is practically a walking temptation. You take a breath. Heâs standing so casually, as if this is a normal conversation to be having and not something life-altering.
âYou donât?â you ask.
All that gets you is a shit-eating grin.Â
âNever said that.âÂ
You canât help the smirk that crawls across your lips.Â
âWell, we might as well get it over with, no?âÂ
Another flash of pearly whites.Â
âGet it over with, hm?âÂ
You miss his meaning, pulling at a loose thread on the bedspread.Â
âIt shouldnât take much effort. Iâm on so many fertility meds you could probably spit on me and Iâd get pregnant.âÂ
You pick at the thread a little more, biting your lip when you realize itâs one of those strands thatâs infinite.Â
âThat so?âÂ
You jolt when a speck of wetness lands on your cheek. A quick glance reveals a fuzzy blue towel far too close for comfort. A half-naked Gojo is a whole lot closer than heâd been just seconds ago. How is he so quiet?Â
Blue eyes bore into yours, water dripping down white strands and onto your skin. Heâs so damn tall. He has your neck craned all the way back just to meet his gaze.Â
âYes.â You swallow. âIt was part of our prenup.â
Dazed. Youâre absolutely dazed.Â
âWell, we probably shouldnât risk breaking a legally binding contract, hm?âÂ
Closer. Heâs coming closer. Too close.Â
You lean back, scooting yourself up the bed in a feeble attempt to get a little more space, your emotional support sushi tumbling to the floor. He follows right after you.Â
Something primal thrusts through your veins at the sight of a man, sopping wet and smirking, crawling after you, some mix of teasing and pure drive hidden in his eyes. Gojo doesnât stop, not until youâre nearly pressed against the headboard and his arms cage your waist. Close. Too close.Â
Youâd thought he would have dried a bit by now, but water still slicks off his skin and hair, showering you lightly. You shiver and your husband notices. His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you get a breath of the sweetness of butterscotch and mint toothpaste.Â
âYou say stop,â he breathes, âand we stop.â
He leans closer, so close you can smell the eucalyptus and myrrh of his shampoo, the musk of his body wash, the candied sweetness of his breath. Those piercing blue eyes flit to your lips and back up again.Â
A breath, a pause.Â
âStop?â he asks. His eyes are piercing.
You shake your head.Â
âGo.âÂ
Lips, teeth, tongue. All of it hits you at once. For a moment youâre too shocked to respond, but then his weight is leaning on you and his hand is on your waist and his mouth tastes like candy and- and then youâre kissing him back.Â
A heavy hand digs into the flesh of your waist and your hands find a patch of damp white hair to tangle in.Â
He tastes good- too good and when a deft hand guides you down to the mattress you start to think that this whole baby-making business might not be so bad after all.Â
Teeth knock, tongues touch, and you are on the edge of what would have been a particularly throaty moan when he pulls away.Â
His attention shifts elsewhere, kisses trailing down your neck and hands straying to your hips.
âHave you-â a kiss to your collarbone. âDone this before?â
You freeze.
âWhat?âÂ
Gojo raises his head a bit and the most irritating kind of smirk plays on his lips.Â
âDonât know- thought maybe this was a virgin for your super rich husband kinda thing?âÂ
You shove his head back down.
âShut up.â
He chuckles and the sound vibrates against your skin.Â
âOkay, sp no need to go slow thenâŚâÂ
His lips continue their assault, brushing and grazing over your skin until it lifts with goosebumps. Your breaths come a little faster, a little heavier and you gasp when his hand curls beneath the hem of your skirt.
âOh? Whatâs this?â His fingers brush against the garter that rests at the top of your thighs. Your cheeks heat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why had you agreed to wear the damn thing? You reach down, hoping to quickly rid yourself of the scrap of fabric before you can become oven more mortified. Youâre just about to clamp down on it when Gojo catches your wrist. âAh, ah. No need to be so hasty.â Your hand is easily pinned down to the mattress and, for some reason, you donât fight it.Â
Your breath catches when your skirt lifts only for Gojo to dive beneath it without a second thought. You feel his teeth grazing across the skin of your thigh.Â
âGojo-â you breathe, squirming.Â
His head reappears suddenly, another one of those mischievous grins gracing his lips. âSatoru when Iâm about to be inside you, baby.âÂ
He disappears again and you gasp and wiggle when you feel his tongue laving across the inside of your thigh.Â
His teeth graze you again, but this time they clamp down on the garter and you feel it slowly sliding across your skin, down, down, past your knee and eventually to your ankle where Satoru finally yanks it past your foot with a final tug.Â
You stare at him, wide eyed and lustful. That had to have been one of the hottest things youâve ever seen.Â
Satoru plucks the garter from his teeth and dangles it in front of his eyes. Itâs a white, lacy little thing that matches the shade of his hair. Heâs grinning again when he slides it onto his wrist like a braceletâ no, like a trophy.
âThanks for the present.â Heâs still grinning, still staring, his fingers still fiddling with the hem of your skirt. âHow attached are you to this dress?â he asks.Â
You blink, swallowing nervously, unable to break away from his gaze. Itâs too strong, too mesmerizing. âNot⌠attached at all,â you manage. Itâs true. Somebody else picked it out, and youâve only been wearing it for about an hourâ and itâs not like you canât just buy a new one now with access to the Gojo bank accounts.Â
His grin somehow grows even wider. âGood girl. Just what I wanted to hear.âÂ
Thereâs a splitting sound and suddenly your dress is tearing straight down the middle. Itâs slow and controlled and you wonder if heâs practiced at this or if his strength is just that regulated. You find yourself hoping itâs the latter.Â
The dress is ripped from your skin and you see it land somewhere across the room. You hear something shatter along with a thud, but Satoru seems anything but worried, so you ignore it.Â
Youâre bare in just your undergarments, a lacy white set that youâre now half proud of and half embarrassed by.Â
Satoru whistles and his hands settle on your waist. âDamn, baby. Whyâd you keep all this hidden for so long?âÂ
You scoff, your confidence surging. You reach for him, grabbing a scruff of hair at the back of his neck and pulling him close. âYouâre the one taking your sweet time, Toru.âÂ
The sound of the nickname on your lips makes him shiver and you smirk triumphantly.
âHmmâŚâ is all he says as his fingers trail lower, lower, lower, until theyâre dipping beneath the band of your panties. Itâs somewhere between tortuous and ticklish and you squirm. âAh, ah. Hold still for me, now.â He presses one hand to the valley between your breasts, holding you down as his other hand continues lower. When his thumb finds the wet spot on your panties and presses down your back arches and your breath escapes.Â
He chuckles. âLittle needy, arenât you?â His thumb moves a little higher, grazing your clit, and you whimper.Â
With one deft movement he unclasps your bra, tossing it aside. You register for just a moment that your chest is now completely bare, but soon enough his mouth is closing around your nipple and all else is forgotten.Â
âS-Satoru!â you whisper. Your voice feels hoarse, even if it has no reason to be.Â
His thumb continues its assault between your thighs. âSo wet already, babyâŚâ He sounds ecstatic. The grin on his lips makes you whine. âLetâs get these out of the wayâŚâ Before you know it, you hear more tearing and then cold air hits your cunt. You cry out when Satoruâs thumb returns to its ministrations, but this time thereâs no cloth barrier to dull the sensation. Your hands push out and your nails curl into his bare shoulders. You need him closer.
âSatoruâŚâ you breathe. âKiss meâŚâÂ
That shit-eating grin returns, but he follows your command. âAs my wife wishes.âÂ
When lips meet yours itâs hot and messy. Your nails claw down his back and youâre sure youâre leaving marks. If he minds, he certainly doesnât show it.
His thumb continues at your clit as a finger prods at your entrance. When he slides in slowly, you gasp. He murmurs something about you being so sensitive, and proceeds to quickly find that gummy spot inside you that makes you see stars. Before you know it heâs adding a second finger and soon your hips are rocking against his thrusts, meeting his pace as you chase your high.Â
âGod, youâre so wet.â he whispers against your lips. True to his word, heâs been kissing you, never letting up in his attack on your mouth. âBet you taste like fucking heaven.â
You whine, your hips stuttering against his hand. âG-Gonna⌠IâmââÂ
He grins again, and pulls away just enough to meet your gaze. âGo ahead, baby. Cum for me.â Your eyes flutter shut, your head rolling backâ âNuh, uh. Keep those eyes open. Wanna see every second.âÂ
Your breaths flutter and you whimper loudly, the sound bouncing on the walls. Youâre not sure why you listen, why you fight to keep your eyes open, locked on him, but you do. Maybe youâre afraid heâll pull away and leave you wanting⌠or maybe you just want to please him.
You feel your muscles clenching in your stomach, hear the sloppy sounds of Satoruâs fingers thrusting in and out of you, see the gleeful anticipation in his eyes. His thumb rubs a particularly delicious circle around your clit and you feel yourself thrown over the edge.Â
You canât help but be loud. You hold his gaze the whole time, whimpering and whining his name as you gush all over his sheets. Your cunt spasms around his fingers, clenching, holding him inside, desperate to be filled. You hear him panting above you, like watching has somehow taken his breath away.Â
âGood girl,â he whispers and you feel a second wave of pleasure ripple through you.Â
You feel weak by the time your orgasm leaves you. Your muscles are limp and your cunt is so sensitive that you flinch when Satoru removes his fingers. He brushes a tear from the corner of your eye and you watch as he brings his sopping fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices clean. He moans, a deep throaty sound, like itâs the most delicious thing heâs ever tasted. You watch his eyes roll back in his skull, watch his throat bob as he swallows. Your lips part at the sight.Â
His fingers fall from his mouth with a pop and his grin returns.
âJust like I thought,â he says. âHeaven.âÂ
Heâs back on you in a second, licking a stripe from your collarbone to just beneath your ear. His hips slot between your own and a strong hands hook around the backs of your thighs, pressing your knees to your chest. You whimper. You donât think youâve ever felt so completely and utterly exposed.Â
âOn to the main event, yeah?â The twinkle in his eye has your heart racing even faster. His fingers catch the towel that is somehow still wrapped snugly around his waist. With one tug, itâs gone and your mouth is watering in anticipation.Â
Your jaw drops lower, if itâs even possible. Heâs⌠huge. Long and pretty with veins that you know are going to rub just right. His tip is pink and leaking, ready.Â
âSatoru, it wonâtââÂ
His lips connect to your pulse, licking and sucking when you feel him prodding at your entrance. âItâll fit, baby.âÂ
He slides himself through your folds, gathering your juices and torturing you every time his tip bumps your clit. By the time heâs finally lining himself up, youâre practically begging.Â
The first push is heaven. Youâre both moaning when he prods past that first tight ring of muscle and youâre gasping, crying out his name and clawing at his back. He keeps pushing, filling you inch by inch until heâs pressed snugly against your cervix. You thank him aloud when he pauses, giving you a moment to adjust to his size, to the feeling of being filled to the absolute brim. He only kisses the tears from your cheeks.Â
The first thrust has you seeing stars, little white spots clouding your vision. The second has your nails embedding in his skin hard enough to draw blood. He doesnât seem to mind. If anything, it has him moving faster, grunting in your ear and whimpering your name.
âSooo⌠f-ahh-ucking t-tightâŚâ he whispers.Â
A hand slides between your sweaty bodies, a thumb rubbing familiar circles against your swollen clit. You cry out, clenching down like a vice.Â
âF-Fuck, princess.âÂ
His thrusts rock your body and the sound of skin slapping skin echoes in the air. You feel that familiar coil begin to form, to heat at your core. Your muscles tighten and your legs begin to shake.Â
âAtta girl. Cum on my cock, baby.âÂ
You whimper at the praise, at the incessant rubbing of your clit, at the relentless pounding of your cervix. Itâs all too much, too good.Â
âSatoruâŚâ you cry. Your legs burn and ache. Satoru has your knees pressed so tightly to your chest youâre afraid something might snap. It only adds to the tension beginning to unravel at your center. You feel as if youâre burning, as if youâre going to snapâ and then you do. Heat unravels beneath your skin and your mouth falls open in a silent cry. Your legs tremble and your toes curl and you vaguely hear your husband whispering a mix of curses and praises in your ear. Youâre still lost in the sensation when he starts groaning and you feel him flooding your insides with shallow thrusts close to your cervix, filling you with rope after rope of his hot cum. Youâre still panting when you finally regain your mind. Satoruâs still on top of you, completely limp with his head buried in your neck. You curl a hand into his hair, silently holding him close. That was some of the most mind-blowing sex youâve ever had. You smirk. Yeah, maybe this baby-making business wasnât going to be so bad.Â
You shiver when you feel Satoru licking and sucking at your skin. Thereâs a tenderness in the action that makes you pull him closer. He hasnât even pulled out yet, but you can already feel him hardening inside you, ready for another round.Â
âThink it stuck?â he asks. You smirk and answer with a breathy laugh.Â
âDonât know.â Silently, you think that thereâs no way it didnât. You can feel his cum dripping down your thighs and thereâs just so much of it.
He lifts his head, eyes bright and sparkling even in the dim light. He grins. âGuess weâd better make sure.âÂ
~
With the rate at which Satoru fucks you itâs no surprise when you get two positive little pink lines a few week later. You tell Satoru by unceremoniously dropping the test in front of him while heâs drinking his morning coffee. He only grins and kisses you before he bends you over the counter, whispering something about needing to show you how appreciative he is when he slides inside you. The next morning you wake to Satoruâs lips on yours, a brand new credit card, and a new car in the driveway, fitted with all of the newest safety features (only the best for his wife and baby, he says). You sigh and smile when you see it. Yeah, this whole baby-making business definitely wasnât so bad.
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Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it
He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all
To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.
You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.
My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning đđ
a most delicious ask iâve been hoarding 𫶠i LOVE all these thoughts iâm sry i didnât get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idkâŚ. but itâs got sum love in it tehe
MDNI this entire blog is 18+
Look, Steve Harrington doesnât have his reputation for nothing, okay?
Heâs a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what heâs doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.
Steve Harrington has stamina.
At least, he certainly thought he didâ but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.
And, god, does he fucking love you.
Youâre a dreamâ all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.
âWell?â You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. âWhatâre you waiting for?â
Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
âCanât let you do my favourite part now, can I?â
You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.
Steve nearly groans at the mere sightâa hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe heâs just too enamoured with you and thatâs enough to make him breathless. Either way, heâs aching.
âGod, baby,â He says, voice gravelly. âJust look at you.â
His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til heâs nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.
âYâso pretty, honey,â He coos.
You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing heâs being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.
âOh, yeah?â You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steveâs breath catches in his throat. âWhich part of meâs so pretty?â
Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, âAll of you,â before he kisses you like heâs starved of the taste of you.
Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he doesâ fuck, heâs going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesnât take a moment.
But youâre so damn hot â and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. Heâs not sure he can wait.
He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steveâs head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.
âFuck,â He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way inâa near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he canât move another inch or heâll lose it. âFuck, baby, you feel so good.â He gasps.
Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.
âCmon, Steve,â you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. âWant you to fuck me,â
He makes another pitiful noise that heâd probably be embarrassed of if he wasnât so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. Itâs lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.
âStevie,â you pout, panting lightly. âCanâtâ canât see you,â You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.
His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally heâd be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.
Instead, heâs the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, âWanna -uh- wanna see your face, babyâ love your pretty face,â
Something tightens up in Steveâs tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so goodâtoo good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.
Then you stutter out a breathy, âI love you, Steve,â and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.
Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.
It takes a moment for you to realise whatâs happenedâ to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. Heâs trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.
The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steveâs only glad heâs hidden his face so you canât see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. Heâs never finished that fast before.
âIâm so sorry, you just feelâ and you saidââ He starts, voice sounding wrecked.
âDonât apologise,â you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve canât help but shiver. He groans loudly.
âDonât apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?â He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.
You canât help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, âI donât think that was even a minute, babe.â
Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. Youâre being way too sweet about this. Steveâs not sure he can ever show his face again.
âIâm banning you from saying âi love youâ in bed,â He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.
âBoo.â You pout, knowing heâs joking completely. Youâre still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. Heâll fuck you just as you need it. âYouâre no fun.â
âI used to have stamina,â He whines. âWhat have you done to me?â
You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. âTurned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, youâll pop a boner.â
From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steveâs breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. âDonât even joke about that!â
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a/n | heavily inspired by that clip of caitlin & gabbie LOL. kind of a blurb
summary: paige gets caught looking at you a certain way on camera while youâre practically fuming during a game.
warning(s): just sexual tension & out of pocket comments, suggestive
pairing: paige bueckers x teammate!reader
The game against NC State was remarkably close, an unexpected challenge for only the second game of the season. As the third quarter dwindled to its final minutes, a sense of frustration began to set in. You found yourself doing everything in your power to gain composure.
The same girl had been targeting you all night, her aggressive play becoming increasingly blatant as the game progressed. Your patience was wearing thin, and when she charged at you once again, a surge of anger propelled you forward, ready to confront her. However, before you could react, Paige, Aubrey, and Ines intervened, stepping in to hold you back before you did something youâd regret.
Geno had benched you, which only added more fuel to the fire. When the other team called a timeout, the rest of the team was sent to the benches, but Paige was quick to run over to you. As soon as the whistle blew, you got out of my seat and jogged over to the referee, determined to explain that he had made the wrong call. He had been the entire game. Your frustration, however, got the better of you, and your words came out heated. The referee was clearly unimpressed with your complaints and wasnât budging.
Paige stepped in front of you, concluding your one-sided heated conversation with the referee. She grabbed your arm with one hand and placed the other on your lower back to guide you away. âCâmere,â she mumbled, steering you back to the bench. You sat down, a little calmer than before but still huffing and puffing that you hadnât gotten to say everything you wanted to.
Paige sat next to you, her entire body turned in your direction as she nearly fell off the seat. This wasnât the first time this had happened, and she knew exactly what to do to get you to calm down. âTalk to me,â she threw out huskily, knowing you had to actually get what you had to say out before resting. You were already on it.
âThat girl has been all over me all night,â you began, words tumbling out in a rush. âDo you know how many fouls Iâve been cheated out of? Itâs like sheâs got it out for me. And the refs are fucking blind to itâthis is bullshit..â
As you rambled on, Paige couldnât tear her eyes away from you. She was perplexed at how you could look so good even while angry. Her eyes darted between yours and your lips the entire time, her lips slightly parted. Though you were loud, she barely heard a word, her ears blocking out all of the trash talk you let flow. Paige was captivated, caught between her desire to comfort you with reassuring words and letting you take her in the locker room after the game, which seemed to intensify with every fiery word you spoke.
Her head rested in one of her hands, and just as you finished speaking you turned to her, catching her lingering gaze on your lips. This out of all things made you crack a smile. âPaige,â you snapped her out of her short daze, her eyes averting back to yours.
âYeah?â she mumbled, sitting up straighter now as she reached her hands behind her head to adjust her ponytail.
Your eyes followed her without your head moving for a moment, your smile only growing bigger as you realized why she was staring at you that way. âWhat?â she questioned, her smile being heard through it, faking her oblivion as she looked at you.
âYouâre so fucking horny, bro.â you shook your head, smiling bright at her as she threw her head back, laughing, but she didnât disagree. What you didnât know, was that your interaction was caught on camera being televisedâand of course screen recorded.
user1. lip readers get on this đ
user2. Paige is down bad CONFIRMED
user3. The way sheâs looking at her omg I physically canât
user4. PAIGE MADISON BUECKERS!?!?
user5. are they dating?
user6. No
user7. I hope so
user8. nooo way this is real LMFAOOO
user9. her eyes shifting between her lips and eyes ohhh sheâs so down bad
user10. FRIENDS DONâT LOOK AT FRIENDS THAT WAY!?!?
user11. wouldnât be surprised if theyâre fucking
user12. these comments are crazy as hell đ
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your porcelain doll
anthony bridgerton x reader, colin bridgerton x reader
synopsis: you needed him to see you
a/n: just go with it đđ it was late and i was high
you had been everything anthony had wanted in a wife. educated and from a high society family, hips perfect for bearing children, he could not have asked for more.
yet anthony neglected you, his wife, his viscountess. he would prefer the promiscuous girls from the opera and brothels, than you, his darling, porcelain doll wife.
when he felt the rare urge to dote on you, perhaps the guilt that had made its monthly appearance, anthony would call you his doll, admiring how perfect you have been in this marriage.
âsweet,â his voice was husky as he brushed back the flutters of your hair. he had surprised you by coming to bed at the same time as you. captured between his arms as your dress began to slip down your body, you smiled weakly. you could smell her perfume on his neck, and you felt nauseous. you had walked away, feeling the burn of his touch on your skin.
in your dreams, anthony bridgerton was the noble viscount that you had been promised. completely and utterly enamored with you, making love to you, worshipping you endlessly.
but when you woke up, finding the space next to you, cold and empty, you knew it was a never ending nightmare. one where the viscount would never love you.
you had been married to the viscount for nearly a year and you had yet to meet his second younger brother, colin bridgerton. you had only heard of the man through anecdotes and stories shared by the bridgerton family.
you loved to be around the bridgerton family, especially the dowager viscountess, violet. when in her and his familyâs presence, anthony treated you like a wife, as if he loved you.
but as anthony grew busier, and you were pushed aside more and more, your time with the bridgertons had been cut in half.
only when you received a letter addressed to the viscount and viscountess, a rare instance, from colin bridgerton, you knew that once again the bridgerton family would reunite.
you knew that daphne and her children would be present, and as much as you loved them all, her children served as your constant reminder that you continue to fail in the one thing that he asked for.
your entrance was welcomed warmly, daphne standing to greet you, and violet offering you the seat beside her. you felt overwhelmed with their love, and you felt starved of any affection or attention. anthony had hardly said two words to you since presenting his brotherâs letter.
as the rest of the bridgertons filed in, you let your eyes wander and try to find the mysterious bridgerton.
you knew it was him, he had been sitting by the piano, lips moving quietly as a finger traced the page. you had heard from eloise and her friend penelope that colin loved to sing, and had a rather good voice. the piano was something that daphne excelled in the most, but you could assume the musical talent ran in the family.
violet had called over her traveler son, âyou must meet your brotherâs wife!â his wife, your identity seemed to disappear the moment you became the viscountess, that even the dowager failed to notice.
your heart pounded in your chest as the strapping man walked towards you. from what you knew, he was closer to your age than anthony was, and had seemingly gotten stronger overseas.
being gone long, colin did not forget his manners. a bow and a kiss to your hand that nearly left you weeping, colin introduced himself and welcomed you into his family.
his eyes strayed and you felt flushed. colin bridgerton had not been the boy that the family told stories of, he had not been the young boy caught in a vicious scandal, at least not as he was now.
you had walked into the drawing room to search for your missing brooch. dinner was finishing up and you had excused yourself early to do your searching. you had pushed the doors open and found colin bridgerton, who had earlier excused himself for breather, sitting with his feet up on the table.
you stepped back, âi apologize, mr. bridgerton-â you pulled away and colin shook his head, âplease, stay. and call me colin, you are family.â he looked at you in a way that felt-
you sat down, finding some solace in the understanding that there was nothing wrong with a woman sharing a conversation with her husbandâs brother. a recently traveled man with many stories to tell.
as colin neared close to you, eyes shining brightly as he went on and on about his travels, you could not stop yourself as you kissed him. a deep kiss that you felt immediate shame for, pulling away until he pulled you back in, his teeth nipping at your lips.
colin had known how anthony treated you, his brother still sent letters whenever he could, and none of them ever had anything to say about you, even when asked. colin could have pushed you away, knowing that it was the right thing to do. but your kiss had been nothing like colin had imagined. better, and it had left with such a rage towards his brother.
anthony could have counted on his fingers how many instances you had embarrassed him. your early excusal had sent him into a quiet rage, leaving early had not been approved by him, and now as he went searching for you to take you to bed, anthony could not find you.
he had heard soft chatter coming from the drawing room. anthony pushed the doors open as soon as he heard the rare sound of your laugh. he found his brother next to you, tangled in a kiss with your hands meshed against his body.
you turned at the sight of the door creaking and you felt immediate shame. the idea of adultery had never crossed your mind, but now as you had committed the act, nonetheless with his own brother, you remembered why you did it in the first place.
his voice broke as the words came out, emotion filled with rage, a quiet rage that floated off of him, ây/n- what is this?â
you felt sick, eyes muddled with tears as you shook your head, âthis marriage is rotten, bitter,â you felt your mouth suddenly dry, âit had consumed me inside and out, not even my womb bears the bastard sons youâve given your many whores, and i hope i never do.â
there, staring at the furious face of his brother, colin could now see the true nature of your relationship. there was an intensity in anthonyâs eyes that made colin fear the worst. he stepped in front of you, eyes blazing at his own brother, âyou do not realize your mistake, colin.â anthony seethed, thoughts rushing through his head.
you looked at your husband, regret filling a pit in your stomach. you would not return to your bed, where you feigned ignorance when he would not come to bed. âanthony, go.â you whispered, you were shaking, and for the first time, it was as if anthony had seen you, you were more than his porcelain doll, to be seen and not heard, to be beautiful and innocent.
the viscount was speechless and he exited the room, a heaviness lingered in the air as your mind rushed to your very few options. colin had seemed to sense your distress, perhaps your shivering like a leaf that tipped him off, ây/n, we will take care of you.â there was reassurance that you hadnât expected- and you remained in awe of colin bridgerton.
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Don't Go Insane
Neighbor!Bang Chan x afab!Reader
â§Genre - Smut
â§Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll)
⧠Masterlist â§
A/N: I have never ever written a fic in this format but it was the only was for my brain to process the ideađThis is a product of those fucking SINFUL photos that Chan took for Nylon Japan. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to get back into writing again so I might suck for a bit, sorry! Hope you enjoy! (not proofread)
You weren't expecting to actually like your new neighbor since your previous one was such a dick but when you meet Chan he's more than kind to you.Â
He always greets you in the hallway, helping you bring your bags up to your place when you get home from shopping and checks in on you when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days
You find yourself going out around the same time that he would usually get home from his morning workout just so you can talk to him. He's so sweet and charming and hot. Oh so hot.Â
He brings you food when he's made too much dinner to fit in his fridge which is code for he wanted an excuse to talk to you and gave you 50% of his meal just to see your face.Â
You invite him in to eat the first time that he brings you food and it quickly turns into spending Sunday nights eating together and laughing at his stories. It's your favorite day of the week now.Â
You drop by his place to ask if he needs anything from the store every time that you go now. He's memorized the pattern of your knock and jumps to his feet every time he hears it.Â
You're in line at the store one day when a magazine catches your eye. Is thatâŚChan!? You grab it, looking through with wide eyes before buying it and nearly forgetting about the rest of your items.Â
You don't tell him that you saw it. He never said what he did for work and yeah he's hot - Oh so hot - but you never thought that this would be his occupation and you defiantly didn't think that this is how you'd find out.
You flip through the magazine all night. Staring at his beautiful chocolate gaze and his perfectly blushed lips. How is he even real?
You may have also stared at his shirtless pics for an hour too long. No one has to know that though.
He brings over a new recipe that he tried this Sunday. Setting up your usual spot on the living room floor when his eyes land on a familiar photo on your side table. It's him. You bought his magazine? He tries to act normal about it but his red ears and blushed cheeks give him away.Â
You catch on when he glances at it for a second time and you internally body slam yourself for forgetting to put it away. You both eat quietly, blushing and trying to find the right thing to say next.Â
âI'm sorry about that.â You speak first and he glances up quickly, straightening himself up with a shy smile. âIt's fine, I'm just embarrassed I guess.â He's shy about being hot?? Why does that make him hotter?
âAre you always the shy type?â Your question was genuine but your tone was suggestive, almost teasing. It creates a shift in his demeanor that makes you shiver. âNot always, no.â
You don't know how it happened. It's all a blur. One second he was talking to you, confident and sweet. He was telling you about the shoot for the magazine when he got to the topic of the shirtless photos. The air around you thickened and the words that started it all slid off your tongue.
âYou look so good it could drive me insane.â You chuckled but his eyes darkened in response.Â
âDo you want me to?â His eyes are on yours, his gaze is heavy and intense. âWhat?â You drop your fork, swallowing hard. âMake you go insane?â
That's how you ended up with his lips on yours. He swallowed each and every strangled moan and replaced it with one of his own. His hands explored your body, fast yet cautious. A gentleman.
He pulls you into his lap, one of his large palms gripping your ass over your leggings and the other cupping your cheek to keep you still for him. He pulls you close, chest to chest. He's been waiting to feel you since the moment he first saw you. He feels like he's dreaming and he prays that he never wakes up.Â
His breathing picks up when you plant sloppy kisses along his jawline. Mind numbing groans and hisses falling from his lips. âYou're gonna make me go insane, fuck.â
His lips feel like heaven against your skin. Soft and all-consuming. He leaves marks along your collar bones, sucking and flicking his tongue over the delicate skin. Your head is spinning as you take him in. This beautiful man that you've been dreaming of for months finally has his hands on you.Â
You grind against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses up into you. The way that he looks up at you with his lip caught between his teeth is intoxicating. âYou're so fucking beautiful.â He smiles at your compliment, blinking a blush away and trying to keep his composure. âTook the words right outta my mouth.â
You pull back, sitting on the shaggy rug and frantically undressing. You're desperate, antsy, absolutely insatiable and Chan isn't too far behind but you could never tell by how composed he looks. How does he have that much self control?
He moves to sit on the couch and watches you as you strip. Taking in every beautiful inch of your body while he makes himself comfortable. You look up at him as he sits, man spreading at the edge of your couch and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock straining against his jeans.Â
Fucking sinful
"Crawl to me, baby. Come here." He beckons you with two fingers that you're dying to be acquainted with. The smile on his face while you follow his order is enough to make you explode already.
He leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you with such soft hunger. So much passion and desire. A promise, like his kiss is asking you to be his. You palm him softly over his jeans earning a soft moan from him. "You want it?â He leans back, resting against the back of your sofa, giving you full access to his zipper and button. âGo ahead, take it, princess."
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you free his cock and his eyes roll back when you fist it confidently. Pumping him at a deliciously slow place. You want to drag this out. You don't ever want this to end.Â
He puts his hand over yours once he gets fed up with your teasing. He loves how your hand feels around him but he needs more of you. He taps his leaking cock against your lips and you allow your spit to dribble down his shaft. "Stick that tongue out. There we go, baby. That's my girl. Look at that.â
He holds your hair back as you slide his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His fingers massage your scalp softly making you hum around him. He's a gentleman, a filthy one.Â
He couldnât wait to switch places with you, falling to his knees so fluidly that you couldnât help but to groan at the sight of him. His gaze never left yours. His eyes were constantly asking for permission to continue and you eagerly granted it every time.
He ate your pussy like a fucking starved man. Lick and sucking the expanse of your cunt like heâd never see you again. Your moans encouraged him as he lapped at you, he wanted - no, needed - you to cum on his tongue. Itâs all that heâs been dreaming of for the last month.Â
He made you cum twice and had to hold back the urge to keep going. Heâs definitely found his new favorite thing.
Nevermind, kissing you is his favorite thing. The way that you sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and biting his bottom lip drives him wild.Â
Youâre seeing stars as soon as he slips into you. His strong arms on either side of your head as he hovers, kissing you softly as you adjust to him. âFuck, youâre a dream come true, ya know that? Iâve dreamt of this, princess.â You can hardly reply once he fills you to the hilt but you try to anyway, moaning out as your vision blurs. âWanted you so bad, Channie.â
That was enough to break him. He snapped his hips into you, giving you everything that you ever wanted, ever needed, from him. He fucks you deep, speeding up gradually just to hear you moan his name a little louder. He wants to be gentle with you but with a cunt that feels this amazing he canât help but want to make you fall apart underneath him.
You always imagined being on top when you finally got to be with Chan but it looks like thatâll have to be another day. The way that his cock is splitting you open makes you feel like you might have to call out of work tomorrow.Â
âLook at me, babygirl. You liked seeing my pictures, huh? Did you touch this pretty cunt while looking at them?â You nod your head with such urgency that youâre positive that you look absolutely pathetic but Chan thinks that itâs cute, heâs in love with how fucked out you look drooling under him. âAll you had to do was ask for the real thing.â He rolls his hips into you and your eyes roll back right after.Â
He holds both of your hands as he slows down a bit, he wants to make love to you. Wants to treat you like the precious gem that he knows that you are but your cunt keeps fucking squeezing around him. He curses under his breath as he tries to compose himself but itâs no use. He watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning when he sees just how perfectly your pussy is taking him. âYouâre gonna make me cum, baby. Youâre too much. Too good.âÂ
Much to his surprise you cave before he does, chanting his name like a prayer while he rocks into you at the perfect angle. You feel dizzy as you unravel under him, nails digging into his strong arms and your legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel grounded.Â
The way that you look cumming on his cock drives him over the edge. He picks up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm while heâs chasing his. The overstimulation draws out your climax causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you harder than the last. âYeah yeah yeah, oh fuck such a pretty girl cumming on my cock like that, that's it baby.â He doesnât even know what heâs saying but he doesnât care heâs so close so so so close.
You forced your eyes open when he pulled out, you needed to watch him stroke himself over the edge and cover your stomach in his cum. You need to take in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow while he moans for you. âOh fuck fuck fuck.â
The giggles that you share after may be Chanâs new favorite part. He cleaned you up and wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your hair as you both talk about what just happened with smiles on your facesÂ
âThis is a bit backwards but uh, can I take you out? Maybe next weekend?â The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blush into his chest, nodding happily and answering with a muffled âyesâ that makes Chan chuckle. âMaybe afterward I can fuck the sense back into ya, since I drove you insane tonight.â
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â°. â silly boyfie things | skz
genre: fluff
pairing: skz x gn!reader
note: i haven't posted headcanons in ages and this was SO much fun to fabricate omg hope you like it đŤśđŤś
â CHAN
he would FIGHT with you over the check after you went out for dinner. like literally FIGHT and not budge when you propose to pay yourself, because you feel bad that he always, always pays for the both of you. you think you smarted him out when you invited him for dinner calling for you to pay but he has his wallet ready the moment you finish your food, telling the waiter the bill is shared and having his money out faster than you can look â it nearly enrages you every time, but he tells you he genuinely enjoys paying, doesn't mind it and wants to do it, so you have no chance other than letting it go (even if reluctantly).
â LINO
he's so annoying he thinks it's PEAK commedy to say "no" to every single favour you ask him only to do it seconds later. OR saying no and waiting, actually not doing said favour and waiting for you to get annoyed until he'd nudge and end up doing it after all. giggles as if he's the funniest mf like he enjoys seeing you being annoyed so much. acts like this in front of friends and in public in general as well, ALSO cringes sm when you show him affection whenever on a get together though the moment the two of you are alone he literally won't be able to keep his hands off you. like he pretends to be so disgusted when you even as much as touch him in public, and the moment you're alone behind closed doors he's slouching onto you like a koala.
â CHANGBIN
omg you can't tell me that he didn't invent the "no you hang up first" đ like you'd be coming to the end of a conversation (often while he's on tour or smth tho he literally needs to hear your voice every single day so he calls you like whenever he has a minute even of free time) and at some point he's like "aight hang up đĽ°" and you play along and hit him with the "no you do đđ" and the quarelling goes back and forth (jokingly on your side, in ALLLL seriousness on his) and at some point you say goodbye for real and hang up AND YOU CAN BET THIS FUCKER CALLS BACK like all pouty and actually slightly upset that you had the audacity to hang up??? and you're like someone has to at some point we can't have an endless phone convo??? and he's like why not do YOU NOT LOVE ME???? yeah you get it.
â HYUNJIN
bro this man NEEDS him to be your lockscreen on your phone. like it's an actual need of his or else he's gonna cease to exist he thinks. like you're obviously his wallpaper (both on his lock AND homescreen) so when he catches a glimpse of your phone and you dare to have just a random pinterest pic as your lockscreen, one you've chosen mindlessly altogether he RIOTSSSS. pouts as if his life is depending on it, clutches his heart as if it's gonna stop any minute, gasps and side-eyes you as if you straight up cheated on him. takes a selfie RIGHT that moment (it takes him a while because he both can't decide whether he wants it to be cute or sexy, and because he wants to look good either way) and sets it as your lockscreen instantly. checks like daily to see if you've changed it (if you did to tease him he LITERALLY is moments from breaking up with you).
â JISUNG
he sends you pics of ugly looking animals with a 'you' attached to the message. like even if it has no resemblence with you altogether. like it'll be a fish, a whale, a bird, a funny looking dog and their all attached with 'you'. and like he finds it so funny even if you never react to it, in fact finds it SO hilarious that at some point he will send you pics of literally ANYTHING he sees ever â like furniture, tools, random fucking street lamps, you name it â with a 'you' attached to it and CACKLES as if he invented comedy himself. the bright side to it, he takes this to the romantic level and shoots pretty pics of flowers and sends them with the same 'you' attached to it, or pics of the sky, or of a particularly bright star. so maybe it's not that annoying after all.
â FELIX
he causes his friends to tease you because he literally can't shut up about you. like every single thing you do he even slightly adores (which is, every single thing period, tbh) is being reported to his friends because he's just so in love with you he has to get the words out or he'll combust :((. like you'd maybe get him a little gift, smth small about stuff he's interested in lately, or these "i saw this and thought of you" gifts and he presents said gift to his friends as if it's an artifact of love itself, and the next time you're over they're going at you, teasing the shit out of you because tbh, they've teased felix so much already for talking their ears off that they need another victim. you basically never stop blushing when around them, hearing constantly just how much your bf talks about you when you're not around (and you'd lie saying you don't like it).
â SEUNGMIN
bro just straight up leaves you on read except when your text contains something of advantage to him đđ. like you haven't seen him in a while and want to catch up a bit? he reads the message and responds like 5 hours later ("we've seen each other yesterday, you can't possibly miss me enough to talk again"). or when you send him random tiktoks or shitposts â opens and reads them and then doesn't ever bother to even leave a like đ. though the moment you hit him with a text like "running to the supermarket, you want anything?" he's responding the same second and you grow salty every time, wondering why you put up texting him in the first place.
â JEONGIN
pretends to be jealous like a LOT. like the first time he'd be actually jealous, going fresh into the relationship with insecurities still gnawing at you and him and when he confesses you reassure him, making sure he understands there will never be an occassion on which he needs to be remotefully jealous, even. and after that he simply pretends to be, for shits and giggles and to piss you off. like you talk to the barista for your order? how could you even look their direction omg. you send a quick text to a friend while out with him? how dare he's not the single most important thing in your life rn. you tell him about a dream that didn't involve him? breaking up with you this very instant. can't stop himself from giggling at his one if a kind humour while watching you grow annoyed every time anew.
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Please! I need the part 2 of âCaptain Price opens a package, thinking itâs intel, but itâs a sex pollen.â I'm on my kneesss pleaseee it was so good! đâĽď¸
Anyways, I'm your new follower đ, and some of the stories you write is just so damn goodđ (Sorry for bad grammar's, English isn't really my first language, uwu)
im sorry but idk what a part two even looks like. i know a lot of people have asked for it but its... just some couch sex?? idk i'll try.
Laswell clicked the door shut behind her, and part of you wished she had locked it. Gaz was sure to tell the rest of the team, but you could do without an audience. What would they even see if they barged in here?
The captain had let his cock loose from the confines of his pants, and they were sliding down his thick, muscular ass with every selfish thrust. He was rubbing himself like a naughty dog against your clothed pussy, begging for entrance with every forward movement. Your shirt was pulled down, revealing your breasts, and now they were covered in pink marks from the roughness of his beard as he moved his mouth across you.
Feeling him take each nipple and suck it so gently into his mouth, pulling it in like delicious nectar through a straw, drinking you although you were dry, tasting you even though you had no flavor. It was too much, but he couldn't stop.
You felt a little wrong to be enjoying your commanding officer so much. His humping was making your body respond even as it waited for your guilty conscience to catch up.
"Cap... oh, my fucking God... No, Captain. We shouldn't..." you tried to protest on his behalf, knowing he was being controlled by the powder.
"Corporal," he spoke with his mouth full of your flesh, "I can stop... now. It'll give you... enough time... to run..."
His bright pink eyes flashed up at you in warning and he used both his arms to pin you on either side of your head, forcing you to look at him, the intensity of which went right to your rapidly-melting core.
Suddenly, in a moment of lucidity, he looked you right in your eyes and finished his sentence,
"But that will not be bloody true for long."
As if warning you, he rubbed his hardness up and over your belly, letting it ruck up your shirt, and you felt its incredible heat. It was like a long, steel brand. His skin was smooth, but it was scalding and swollen with his blood. The huge tip left a wet trail of desire wherever it went.
"It's okay, Captain. You can have me if you --"
There mere suggestion of your consent was all he needed to let the dam burst and the river run free. His need crashed from him with an explosive force. He all but ripped your clothes from you, nearly hurting you in the process, making your ankles ache from the sudden pressure as he shucked your pants and boots away in one go.
Your panties were torn from you, sturdy though they were. The fabric made a whining, popping noise as the elastic split. Air rushed across uncovered skin, and your body doubled down on its plans to produce as much natural lubrication as possible. It seemed to know you'd need it.
He didn't touch you. Not with his hands. There was no preparation of any kind. Price fed himself into you like a hand into a glove, a body part in need of sudden and immediate warmth. He took control of your head again, pinning you in that same furious way, and you had a singular view of his face, twisted in a sort of sublime agony as he sank himself into you for the first time.
The pressure was almost unimaginable. Your body was making a lurid, wet, slicking noise as his cock forced you in half. You tried to allow him in, tried to relax, but there was little you could do. He was immense and heavy. It felt like a fist on a strong arm, like a forge hammer, hot and searing. The only thing more tormenting was his voice purring darkly in your ear.
"Fuck, you're warm..."
He pulled himself out of you inch by inch, leaving a terrible hollow where you were once whole.
"Wet for me. So wet. How?"
Back in. And in. And in. It seemed to go forever in and it made you wonder how deep you were.
"It feels so good to have you 'round me, love..."
When the rosy head of him found the end of your wet hole, it sort of... settled there. Locked in, like a key into a tumbler, and each fold of you a lifted pin, fitting him as if you were crafted for it.
"Thought 'bout how you'd feel. Sometimes... dreamt it."
You felt your body give away your surprise. He was too gone to notice it, but not you. You would have been able to feel the planets shift an inch to the left if they dared. You could feel everything. Each and every pore and hair and breath was awake and alive and living in the rawest possible way. Could he have really been thinking of you like you were thinking of him?
"Bloody fuckin' hell. So tight. Too tight."
He was right. It was too tight. He was squeezing himself in with each of these aching, crazed thrusts, shoving himself inside of you hungrily, all the way up to your pounding heart, it seemed. You felt yourself slipping around him like hot oil, running down his shaft and matting the coarse, dark hair that cradled his root.
"John..."
You used his name in place of his title, and he noticed. Noticed it like a hawk notices a hare. Right in your ear, up against your cheek, he responded, too quickly, too much teeth,
"Yes, love. Yes. Yes? Tell me."
He was grunting now, clearly on the edge of his pleasure. You aimed to take him over it, to plunge him into blinding darkness. You whispered, and each word hit its mark like the straight shaft of an arrow, striking into the target one after the other, tearing through the bullseyes like they were nothing but air.
"You're gonna make me come, John."
Again, that unearthly snarl came from his chest, the one you'd never heard before come from the mouth of a man. It was a cry and a scream and a prayer and a plea and had he not been pinning you down prone with his own prostrated body, he would have been growling it from his knees. He commanded you as he worshiped you,
"Give it to me. Give it to me. Give. It. To. Me."
Your body listened before you could even register his words.
From the bones in your hips, you felt your muscles tighten along his iron rod like a fist, closing in on him knuckle by knuckle, and each closure brought you closer to that brink where the darkness turned to blinding white light. You could feel the sparkle of it, that peppery gunpowder flash and then...
"Holy fuck, love..." He stared at you as if you were the sun lighting up his whole life. Like he'd seen you before, all sherbet pink and blazing orange, in the dawn, in the mornings, cutting over the horizon.
Price had come in you. You felt it. It slid along the cleft of your ass and soaked into the fabric of the couch. He didn't mind it. You couldn't. His body was still thrusting as hard and as heavy as before, fucking up into you as if he hadn't just filled you with his thick, hot cream.
"I can't... " he gasped, wrenching his eyes shut, "I can't stop..."
"It's okay, John..."
"I can't bloody stop, love. I'm... fuck, I'm sorry..."
"I'm okay. It's okay," you whispered to him, trying to soothe him.
You pet the hair back over his brow and he leaned into your touch like a cat, purring for more of it. You laced your fingers through his hair and held him tight at his scalp, turning his head so that you could talk to him right into his ear,
"Fuck me how you need to, Captain."
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caught with them (; â hashira men
Authorâs Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. đ Update: some are def steamier than others. đ
caught with them (; â hashira men
Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader
Word Count: ~1,500
CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader
Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.
~faqs~
âDaddy!â
Initially confused
Gyomei didnât realize you were into that đ
And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps đ
âG-gyomei,â you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful itâs his back facing the living room doorway
âHm?â he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms
âMydadâshere,â you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix
đłđąđľ
#Gyomei is no longer confused
âOh dear,â he mutters, mortification clear in his voice
Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums
Meanwhile, your poor dadâs like: đŤ đŤ đŤ
âWell donât just stand there!â you shriek, âGo make yourself tea or something!â
Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea đ
âDaddy!â
And thatâs when Obanai remembers đł
âPlease tell me whatâs happening isnât what I think is happening.âđ
âYou thought you knew what his desperation sounded like
âEspecially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips
âBut this definitely takes the cake đĽ´
âUnfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,â you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, âWeâll be ready shortly.â
Newsflash: your dad could care less about when youâll be ready for lunch
In fact, heâd much prefer to cancel lunch altogether
Who needs lunch when their appetiteâs just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?
As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanaiâs lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips
âWeâll revisit this later,â you promise, âWith the door closed.â
Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he canât resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor
âDessert? Sounds good to me.â đ
âDaddy!â
Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, âDaddy? Would you like to call me daddy?â
âKyo-â đ
Yk when yk what you should say, but you canât seem to say it? đŹ
Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment đ
âSweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!â lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, âIf you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,â sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertopâs edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin
âKyyyo-â đđđ
âCall me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-â
âSo uh,â finally your dad sputters, âHow about you guys text me when youâre finished?â
Kyojuroâs eyes = wider than saucers đł
âI AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.â <â 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut
âThat was hot,â you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, âMaybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.â đ
âClearly!â he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, âI would have stopped immediately had I known!â
âIâm sorry, I short circuited.â đ
âI hope he forgives us.â đ
You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, âHeâll survive.â đ
Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, âBut I may not.â đĽş
âOh hush,â you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, âLetâs shower and get dressed. My poor dadâs patiently waiting.â
âDaddy!â
âWhoâre you calling daddy?â Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, âListen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.â
âSanemi,â you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror
âI asked you a question,â he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, âWhoâre you calling daddy? Whoâs fucking your slutty hole? Whoâs bringing you closer and closer to your climax?â
âIwascallingmydad, daddy,â you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemiâs thrusts
He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror
âYou WHAT?!!!â
You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, âWe invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in⌠and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently thatâs what I do when I panic!â
âOh so this is MY fault?â đ
âThe fuck?â đ
âThatâs what Iâm saying! You got me horny, bitch, youâre always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!â đ
âWell donât apologize for that!â
âFine! Iâm not sorry!â đ¤
âSo do I get to cum, orâŚ?â đ
âYouâre fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?â
âI mean dinnerâs obviously off the table, so-â
âFuckâs sake! Okay! Iâll make you cum!â đ¤Ź
âGood!â
âGreat! Better brace yourself princess,â Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, âBecause youâre my cocksleeve for tonight.â
âDonât even ask đ
âPorn isnât realistic
âSo why should my fanfiction be? đ
âDaddy!â
#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu
âUh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,â he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him
âGiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-â
Disclaimer: youâre panicking â not cumming đ
#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu
âShit, youâre incredible,â he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, âFeels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?â
#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742
You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, âDad, how about I call you in ten minutes?â
Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuuâs face
â ď¸ESCAPEâ ď¸RETREATâ ď¸WITHDRAWâ ď¸
But he canât move đ, bc he just came inside of you đ, and apparently thereâs an audience đ
#talk about a mess #pun intended
âYou do that honey!â *your dad frantically nods* âYou do whatever you need to do!â *your dad frantically flees*
âŚ
âŚ
âMurder or suicide?â Giyuu asks quietly
âWhat?â đ§
âOne of us is a dead man,â he answers solemnly, âBut Iâll let you decide who.â
*big sigh* âNeither you nor my dad has to die.â
âI disagree.â đ
âDaddy!â
âThe fuck?â 𤨠âIs your dad here?â 𤨠âAre you into that?â đ¤¨
The fact that Tengen hasnât stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate đ
âWell?â he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, âWhich one is it?â
âThe fact that you donât seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,â you mutter
Meanwhile, youâre frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position
âThe fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,â he retorts, âAnd quit fidgeting,â tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, âLess wriggling, more cumming.â
The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen đ
Is he that pussydrunk?
Nah
#he just doesnât give af
#well
#sort of
âTengen.â
âHm?â he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, âYou gonna cum for me?â
âYou do know my dad was here?â breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, âR-right?â
âI know,â he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, âI was certainly surprised,â tone amused and patient, âBut I figured heâd leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,â nonchalant as ever, âNo point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.â
âIâm not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn đ¤ đ
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MISSED OPPORTUNITIES - maddy perez
summary: you can paired up with maddy for a project, little do you know thereâs some lingering feelings in the air.
words: 3.8k
warnings: 18+, riding, g!p reader, reader being oblivious, rue, elliot & reader talk abt pegging and b*ssy đ
notes: might be ooc maddy or bad dialogue, havenât wrote for my baby in a while! sorry!
navigation. request.
"Maddy and Y/N."
Maddy didn't exactly know you, but yes, she's seen you. She had noticed you from a distance, watching as you'd come to school on your skateboard nearly every day, and on the days you didn't, you'd gotten a ride from Elliot.
Then you'd proceed to come into fifth period with baggy pants, a beanie on your head, and a nonchalant attitude.
Maddy wondered what it would be like to strike up a conversation with you. But, Maddy couldn't gather the courage to approach you, fearing rejection or awkwardness.
Maddy often found herself stealing glances at you during class, watching you bop your head to the music playing through your earphones.
Maddy couldn't help but wonder what kind of music you were listening to and if you'd ever consider sharing your playlist with her.
You take your wired airpod out of your ear, making sure you heard your teacher correctly. You glance around the classroom, catching Maddy's eye. She quickly looks away, blushing slightly.
"So! Now to go over your assignment." You lean back in your chair, listening to the instructions your teacher is giving. "As we all know, spring break is coming up, and I'm sure many of you have exciting plans. Although, the school wants to do something fun to celebrate the break. We thought it would be a great idea for you guys to come up with an event-type fundraiser for the school. It could be anything from a bake sale to a talent show, as long as it's creative and engaging."
Your teacher pauses, scanning the room for reactions. "Then, once you finish your assignment, the school will vote for the best event idea, and we will make it happen during spring break. This way, you will not only have a chance to showcase your creativity but also contribute to the school community in a meaningful way. So, let's brainstorm and come up with some amazing event ideas that will make this spring break even more memorable!"
Your teacher claps, encouraging the class to get up and start sharing their event ideas with their partner. The class gets up, except for you. You hesitate for a moment, feeling a bit unsure about Maddy being your partner.
Now, you didn't know Maddy personally, but you had heard some rumors about her, and you knew her boyfriend, Nate, a dickhead who'd often cause trouble. One time, Nate chased you with her truck, nearly running you over as you frantically tried to escape on your skateboard.
You never talked to Nate nor even looked his way, but he had always given you menacing looks whenever you crossed paths, along with the rest of the football team. It was tiring, annoying, and made you feel constantly on edge whenever you were near them.
You're knocked out of your thoughts when Maddy appears in front of your sight, a slight smile on her lips. "Y/N, right?" You nod, sitting up in your seat. "Yeah..." Maddy chuckles and nods, her smile widening.
"Were you gonna keep thinking about the great depression or come over to my desk so we can discuss this project?" You crack a smile at Maddy's playful comment and quickly gather your belongings, making your way over to her desk.
-
You're at Maddy's house. It's been a week since you've been working on the project together. Maddy had a completely different personality from her boyfriend. She was inviting but at the same time closed off, she'd open up about her interests and passions but rarely talked about her personal life or emotions.
You move to the edge of the bed, taking your notebook with you. "So...uh, so far we have a spring dance, a photography exhibit, and a...twerk party? Did you add that one?"
Maddy giggles, hiding her face behind her hands. "No, that one was all you," she says, her laughter contagious. "I swear I didn't write that." You can't help but smile at Maddy's infectious laughter. It's refreshing to see her so carefree and playful, even if she still keeps certain aspects of herself guarded.
Maddy crawls to the edge of the bed, leaning in to read the notebook. You hold in your breath, her being so close to you, sending a rush of warmth through your body. "You can add karaoke, that sounds fun," Maddy suggests, you nod, taking the pencil from behind your ear and jotting down her suggestion in the notebook.
Maddy bites down on her lip, watching you with a smile. "What...?" You whisper, confused and intrigued by her sudden change in demeanor. She leans in closer, her eyes dancing across your face.
"Do you always ride your skateboard to school? I've been meaning to ask." You feel a flutter of excitement at Maddy's interest in your daily routine. "Yeah, I've been skateboarding to school for a while now. I have a car, but it's more fun, to be honest," you reply, fiddling with the pencil in your hands.
Maddy's eyes fall to your skateboard propped on her wall before falling back on you. "You look hot when you ride it too." Her compliment catches you off guard, and a blush creeps up on your cheeks. "Thanks, Maddy," you say with a shy smile.
"We can take a break," Maddy suggests, taking the notebook out of your lap and setting it aside. You lay back against Maddy's bed, and she does the same, turning her head towards you.
"Any more ideas?" You ask, turning your head towards her. Maddy smiles, "Girl, what part of a break don't you understand?" You chuckle at Maddy's response, your face heating up. "Sorry."
"It's okay," Maddy reassures you, her eyes twinkling with amusement. You turn on your side, propping your head up with your hand. Maddy does the same, jokingly mocking you. "You know, I was thinking we should totally have a secret handshake. Something so ridiculous, only we'd get it."
You laugh at Maddy's suggestion, imagining the two of you coming up with a silly secret handshake. "Like what?"
Maddy sits up, sitting on her feet. You sit up as well, sitting criss-cross apple sauce. Maddy softly takes your hand, "We could dap up..." She moves your hand to the side and starts doing a series of intricate hand movements, "then do a link our pinkies...and seal it with a kiss."
You watch in awe as Maddy effortlessly demonstrates the complex sequence of hand movements. The idea of sealing the secret handshake with a kiss makes you blush, feeling as if you were floating on cloud nine.
"Ready?" Maddy asks, her eyes filled with excitement. You nod eagerly, beginning the intricate hand movements. As you mirror Maddy's movements, your fingers fumble at first, but with each repetition, you start to gain confidence and precision, sealing it with a kiss every time.
"Maddy!" Someone shouts from behind, interrupting your secret handshake. Startled, you quickly break away, turning around to see Maddy's mom at the door. "Dinners ready."
You exchange a sheepish glance with Maddy. "I should probably get going." You say to Maddy, glancing at her door, her mom now gone. Maddy nods understandingly, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Yeah, I guess we can finish practicing our handshake later," she says with a small smile.
You reluctantly leave, and you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the next time you see Maddy.
-
You lean against Rue's locker, watching the students pass by in the bustling hallway. Thoughts of Maddy replay in your mind making you smile to yourself. Maybe there's something more between you two than just friendship.
But your smile fades, remembering Nate Jacobs. We're they still together? How bad would it be if you did try to pursue Maddy?
Regardless of the bad thoughts running through your head, you can't deny the growing connection you feel towards her, leaving you torn between taking a chance or playing it safe.
You take out your airpod, glancing between Elliot and Rue. "Guys...am I attractive?" Elliot and Rue stop their conversation, exchanging puzzled looks. "Yes," Elliot simply says.
"I'd say so, yes," Rue adds, nodding her head.
Their affirmations boost your confidence, but a part of you still questions if their opinions are biased. Nevertheless, their words provide a small glimmer of hope that pursuing something with Maddy might not be as complicated as you initially thought.
"Let's say...there's this girl, right?" They both nod, and you continue. "And...she's like...giving... I want you, but I don't know if you want me vibes, you know?" Elliot raises an eyebrow while Rue stares at you, waiting for you to elaborate.
"Like! I know she likes likes me, but I don't know how to let her know I like like her." You pause for a moment, trying to find the right words to convey your dilemma. "It's like we're both playing this game and we're afraid to make the first move because we don't want to get rejected or ruin our friendship."
Rue shrugs. "Sounds like you both need a little push," she suggests. "Maybe stop being a little bitch and make a move?" You chuckle nervously at Rue's straightforward advice, appreciating her bluntness. "I guess you're right," you reply.
Elliot puts his hands on his hips. "But are you not curious as to who she's talking about?" Elliot asks Rue, raising an eyebrow.
"It's probably BB." You grimace, "That's not funny, Rue." Elliot tilts his head, confused. "BB? Like, the vape addict, BB?" Rue nods at Elliot, confirming his suspicions.
"You're gross..." He mutters, frowning at you. You make a blank face, "It's not BB, bro."
Elliot puts a hand over his heart. "Oh, thank god." "Who is it then?" Elliot asks, his curiosity piqued. You pause for a moment, debating whether or not to reveal the truth. "Uh..."
Just then, Maddy walks up to you, smiling slightly. "Hey, Y/N." You smile, giving the girl a small wave. "Hey, Rue and Elliot," Maddy adds, earning tight-lipped smiles and nods from the two.
Maddy then holds out her hand, and you're surprised she'd wanna do the handshake in front of Elliot and Rue. You quickly glance at them before reluctantly taking Maddy's hand and reciprocating the handshake, indeed ending it with a kiss.
While you release your grip, you notice a flicker of confusion in Elliot's eyes, but he remains silent. Rue, on the other hand, seems unfazed and continues to observe the interaction with a calm expression.
"Walk me to class?" Maddy asks. You hesitate for a moment, aware of the potential consequences of being seen together, but ultimately decide to go along with it. "Sure," you respond, offering her a small smile as the two of you start walking towards her class.
As expected, Nate Jacobs passed the two of you without acknowledging your presence. He keeps his gaze straight ahead, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. You turn around to see if he's still watching, but he's already disappeared into the crowd of students. You feel a sense of relief, grateful that he didn't make a scene or confront you about being with Maddy.
-
Elliot takes a hit of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air. Rue lets out a sigh. "I can't believe a community service event won against your and Maddy's spring dance."
You shrug. "I don't really care. I still got the A." Elliot nods. "So, do you and Maddy still talk? Or have you been talking during the break?"
You hum, "Yeah, we'll Facetime a bit and hang out every now and then." Elliot raises an eyebrow. "Interesting. Are you two just friends, or is there something more going on?"
"Just friends." You confirm. Rue cuts in, "Because you're a little bitchhhh..." You roll your eyes at Rue's comment. "Aren't you the one who nearly skipped town with Jules?"
"Yeah, well, that's different. Jules and I have a deeper connection," Rue retorts defensively. You shake your head, not wanting to get into an argument with Rue. "Whatever."
You glance at Elliot, hoping to change the subject. "So, Elliot, what about you? Are you seeing anyone special?" Elliot chuckles and shakes his head. "Nope, just enjoying the single life for now."
"I think he secretly wants to have a threesome with Jules and me." You and Elliot burst into laughter at Rue's comment, finding it amusing but also slightly uncomfortable. "I think you and Jules want me to want to have a threesome with you guys so you can feel good about yourselves."
Rue raises an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, is that what you think? You're totally wrong."
"What if we had a threesome?" Elliot suggests, jokingly. Rue laughs. "Yeah, and we just pegged Elliot the entire time." Elliot joins in on the laughter but quickly interjects, "Woah, woah! Why me?"
Rue smirks mischievously. "Well, you did bring up the idea, didn't you? It's only fair that you take the spotlight." Elliot's face turns slightly red as he stammers, "I-I was just kidding! I didn't actually mean it!"
You grimace, "Enough about pegging! I just got reminded of Silento."
"Silento? What does he have to do with this conversation?" Rue asks, raising an eyebrow.
Elliot mouths, "Bussy," and Rue frowns, fake gagging.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket, distracting you from the strange conversation. You quickly pull it out to see a message from Maddy, smiling at the message.
maddy - wyd
"Maddy just texted me, what am I doing?" Rue lets out a dramatic gasp. "She's a wyd warrior? Brace yourself, Y/N." You chuckle at Rue's dramatic reaction.
you - nm, u?
maddy - home alone and extremely bored
maddy - you wanna come over?
"Holy shit." Elliot is nearly breaking his neck to look at your phone screen. "Maddy wants you to come over? She def wants to fuck." You raise an eyebrow at Elliot's assumption and shake your head.
"No she doesn't." You look at Elliot who stares at you with a raised eyebrow. "She doesn't!"
Rue joins in, "Then she would've asked for Cassie. Not you." Elliot nods in agreement. "And she's home alone."
You consider their points for a moment, realizing that they may have a valid argument. Anyway, you still believe that Maddy's intention is simply to alleviate her boredom. "Well, maybe she just feels more comfortable hanging out with me," you suggest.
"Why are you plotting your own downfall?" Rue raises an eyebrow, questioning your reasoning. Elliot chimes in, "If Maddy wanted company, she could have invited anyone else. It seems weird that she specifically asked for you."
you - omw
You get up from the bed and say, "See you guys later."
Rue yells after you, "Don't be a little bitch!"
-
"Why are your parents out?" You ask Maddy, plopping down on her bed. Maddy shrugs and replies, "They went out for dinner. My dad finally found a job."
You raise an eyebrow at Maddy's response and ask, "So why did you specifically want me to come over tonight?" Maddy hesitates for a moment before saying, "I just thought it would be nice to have some company."
You sense there's something more to Maddy's invitation, but you decide not to push further. Instead, you lean back on her bed and let out a contented sigh. Maddy sits on her feet before lying down beside you.
"You smell like cigarettes." You glance at Maddy, slightly surprised by her comment. "Oh, sorry about that," you say, realizing that the faint smell of cigarettes must have clung to your clothes from earlier. "I was hanging out with some friends earlier, and they were smoking."
Maddy stares at your face, and you feel yourself becoming self-conscious under her gaze. "I am so jealous of your eyebrows," her thumb begins, tracing the shape of your brow.
"They're so perfectly arched," she continues, a small smile playing on her lips. You feel a blush creeping up your cheeks as you thank her for the compliment, appreciating her attention to detail.
Maddy's eyes leave your eyebrows and fall to your lips. You notice a flicker of curiosity in her gaze as she leans in slightly. You clench your jaw, frozen in place, you were nervous as fuck. Your heart pounds in your chest, unsure of what might happen next.
Maddy pauses for a moment, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. Sensing your unease, she leans back slightly, giving you space.
Shit...did you just blow it? You watch Maddy's reaction, you try to gather your thoughts and find the right words to salvage the moment. The silence hangs heavy in the air, and you swallow hard, feeling the weight of the missed opportunity.
-
"No fucking way," Elliot mumbles as you finish your sentence. He shakes his head in disbelief. "You fumbled badly."
You run a hand down your face, "I know." Elliot pats you on the back, "Have fun dealing with that one. I gotta get to class."
You narrow your eyes, "Since when did you start going to class?"
Elliot chuckles, "Since I realized that I might not be getting my diploma." You give him a playful shove, "Well, good luck with that. Maybe I'll see you at graduation."
Elliot raises an eyebrow, "Don't hold your breath." He turns and walks away, leaving you alone to ponder the consequences of your missed kiss with Maddy.
You lean against your locker, scrolling through your playlists before landing on the one you made for Maddy. Well, she didn't know you did because you hadn't shown her yet.
You press play, and the familiar melodies fill your ears, but suddenly your headphones get snatched from your ear. You lift your head to see one of the footballers, Tyler, smirking down at you. "Who the hell still wears wires?"
You roll your eyes, annoyed by Tyler's interruption, reaching out to grab them back. Tyler chuckles and shrugs, moving them before you can reach them. "You should upgrade to wireless, man. It's the future," he says with a teasing tone.
"You're so fucking annoying." You mumble, exasperated by Tyler's teasing. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Tyler's smirk fades as he hears your response, his playful demeanor turning more serious.
He leans in closer, his voice lowering as he confronts you. "You better watch your mouth, or you'll regret it."
"This isn't some Disney show, dude. Can I just have my headphones back?" You ask, trying to diffuse the tension. Tyler's eyes narrow as he considers your request, his grip on your headphones tightening. "Maybe I'll give them back if you apologize," he proposes, a hint of superiority in his voice.
"Nah, man. I can always buy another pair." You say, attempting to walk away from the escalating situation. But before you can take a step, Tyler slams you back against the locker, throwing your headphones on the ground before stomping on them.
"Why? They're right there." He smirks, pointing at the broken headphones. He pats your shoulder before walking away, leaving you stunned and seething with anger. You stand there, anger boiling inside you.
He was a dickhead who obviously craved attention because he lacks it at home.
"What the hell happened to you?" You turn around to see Maddy approaching with a concerned look on her face. You take a deep breath, "Nothing, but I'm about to leave school."
Maddy's concern deepens as she notices the anger in your voice. "Are you sure you're okay? You hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether or not to confide in her about Tyler's actions. You nod, picking up your broken headphones.
"You wanna come with?" Maddy hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She finally nods and says, "Yeah, I'll come with you." You smile gratefully at her.
-
The sun has now set, and you're in your car in a secluded area. Maddy smiles, the last song on the playlist you made from her finishing. "Send me that now!"
You laugh, "I will, swear."
You feel a sense of relief knowing that Maddy enjoyed the playlist you made for her. You meet Maddy's gaze, and your heart swells with gratitude for her presence and the connection you share.
Rue's words echo in your mind, "Don't be a little bitch."
You take a deep breath, letting Rue's words motivate you to push through any fear or hesitation. You softly place a hand on Maddy's cheek, pulling her into a gentle kiss. Maddy sinks in the kiss, leaning forward to deepen the kiss.
The kiss deepens, and you can feel Maddy's nails lightly graze the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Without hesitating, you pull the Latina into your lap with slightly shaking hands.
You pull away in a desperate need for air, but Maddy takes this as a chance to attack your neck, nipping and sucking on your sensitive skin, while grinding in your lap.
You let out a low groan, grasping her hips tightly as you surrender to the energy between you. Maddy's lips trail to your neck, to your jaw, and then back in an intense kiss, her hands roaming over your body.
The kiss becomes messy, her tongue sliding against yours, making your head swim with lust. Your hands lift her skirt up, feeling the heat and smoothness of her thighs beneath your fingertips.
Maddy's breath hitches, pulling away from the kiss. You think you've done something wrong, but then you see the hunger in her eyes and the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. She leans in close, whispering in your ear, "I wanna ride you so bad."
Heat pools in your lower abdomen as you imagine Maddy straddling you, her body pressed against yours, moving in sync with your every touch. You bring Maddy into another kiss, she begins to grind on your hard-on, her movements becoming more urgent and desperate.
You lift Maddy up slightly, pulling down your pants with one hand while supporting her with the other. You reach back into her skirt, moving her underwear aside, before sliding into her wetness.Â
Maddy moans softly, her nails digging into your shoulder as she begins to move her hips in rhythm with your thrusts.
The eye contact is strong, fueling the intensity between you both. Maddy's gasps become louder, her body arching against yours in, "Mm..fuck! You feel so good, baby."
You let out a small groan, throwing your head back against your seat as the pleasure builds. Maddy's moans fill the confined space of the car, encouraging you to increase the pace, lost in the passionate moment.
Your hands grip her waist tighter, guiding her movements as the desire between you escalates. The car rocks with each thrust, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the enclosed space. The intensity reaches its peak, and with one final gasp, Maddy explodes into a state of euphoria, holding onto you tightly.
"Y/N!!" You hold onto her, her body trembling in your arms as she catches her breath. You gently stroke her hair, whispering words of comfort and affection as you both bask in the afterglow.
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â bestfriend!ot5âs reaction to you offering to help with their boner âĄ
pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate)
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: almost 3k oops đ
warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyunâs, some alcohol in junâs, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao
a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up đŤ˘
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yeonjun: this is the moment heâs been waiting for, yâall
itâs just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjunâs living room floor, until itâs not. youâve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyuâs latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. itâs not like youâve never talked about that stuff with jun before; youâre best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe itâs because youâve been drinking, maybe itâs because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe itâs the way heâs looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and heâs in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.
âi could do better.â
yeonjunâs eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. âi mean.. from what iâve been told. just saying.â you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju youâd been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.
âis that an offer?â
itâs your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, heâs not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, youâd miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasnât even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush youâve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. youâve gotta be cool about this.
âwell⌠do you want it to be?â
your best friendâs hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isnât exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that heâs groaning out as you swallow around him â your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3
soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working
he didnât mean for you to see, he really didnât. you werenât supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when itâs the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasnât been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?
your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as youâd originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadnât heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very⌠compromising position.
âsoob, they didnât have the- oh, fuck.â
rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice heâs acting faster than youâve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasnât the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.
youâre in the same boat â what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which youâre very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing iâve ever seen and i want it in my-
wait, what? you donât even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. âi-iâm so sorry, i swear i didnât- i was just trying to- i thought youâd still be a while, i- itâs been so long since i-â he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now sheâs gonna think iâm some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.
âsoob.. do you want help?â
letâs just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasnât exactly on soobinâs bingo card, either. but heâll be damned if he doesnât pay you back for it right after. <3
beomgyu: *laughs in your face* đď¸đđď¸ switch-up
um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- youâre just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that heâs bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that heâd had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to âtake it back!â as he cackles mercilessly after claiming âat least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, youâre just an all-around lost cause.â
âyou donât even know what youâre talking about!!!â you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. âi get bitches too!â you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds âthat is EXACTLY what someone who canât get bitches would say.â you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. âyouâre literally wrong. iâve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.â but youâre mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyuâs shit-eating grin grows with each word.
âyouâre kinda proving my point, here, babe.â you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? âyouâre so cocky,â you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as itâs clear youâre finished with your little murder attempt. âyeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.â
thatâs it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, âi bet your âmonster cockâ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.â another laughâ until he realizes youâre serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you donât miss the way his fists clench around the blanket heâs leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- âyeah?â
you were right; beomgyuâs cock has never gotten head as good as what youâre giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldnât mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3
taehyun: âif⌠you want toâ he definitely wants to
taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyunâs computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. âŚâŚ.yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasnât able to do much, which frustrated him to no end â not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesnât help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.
he didnât mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fastâ you were excited to see him :(â but itâs the last straw of the day for taehyun. he canât work out properly, his job isnât paying him during the off-time, heâs had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now heâll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. âshit, tae, iâm so sorry-â
âgod, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?â
the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. âiâm.. iâm sorry..â you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. âfuck,â he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. âiâm sorry, i didnât mean to snap at you like that. youâre not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please donât cry.. iâll pay for the monitor. it wasnât your fault.â heâs murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. youâre shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. âno, no, itâs okay; i know you didnât mean to snap. iâm still sorry though. let me help pay for itâŚ. i know youâve been stressed, tyunnie.â you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.
youâre nervous about your next words. you really hope youâve been reading the room right this last week. âlet me help you..?â
his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. âhelp.. me?â do you mean what he thinks you mean??? âthe weather still sucks. thereâs not much you can do, sweetheart.â he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. âno, tyun⌠let me help you here.â you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.
who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3
huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit
kai wasnât kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasnât exactly what youâd had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didnât think youâd find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. âkai, really? this is what you meant by âtoo busyâ..?â he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesnât turn around. ây/n! yeah, sorry- iâm just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!â
you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyuâs protests of self-defense piercing through your best friendâs headset. âi think youâll need a hearing aid after this..â you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving â although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldnât care less about them yourself. donât get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friendsâ especially with kai â but you werenât exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.
selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening⌠youâve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that youâd have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured youâd try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. youâd worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing heâd definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so heâd be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. âhyuka, want me to get you some water? i donât think you need any more of these.â you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadnât heard what you said. âhyuka..â this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; âbrieflyâ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. âh-huh?â
âsome water?â you repeat innocently. âo-oh, uh, yeah..â
when you come back, to say youâre shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you donât realize youâre standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans âiâm so sorry y/n, please donât think iâm gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, weâre in the middle of a battle and my score is-â wordlessly, youâre sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. âwhat- fuck, w-what are you-â
âcan i help you? you can keep playing your game,â you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, âfuck- are you sure?â
you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu canât hear the way youâre making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3
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bloody stones
pairing: astarion x gn!reader, astarion x gn!tav
summary: you nearly die and astarion still can't bring himself to be honest with you.
word count: 4,018
a/n: first time trying to write for astarion (or just bg3 in general) & i'm not sure it came out how i wanted it to, BUT i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless <333 i kind of wrote this to be like a background for a future thing i think... but no promises bc i am anything if not inconsistent đ
warnings: descriptions of blood & injury, canon typical violence, mentions of past abuse. lmk if i should add more!
You were fairly certain you had never been as close to death as you currently were. Even while trapped inside of the nautiloid ship, you had felt like you would make it out. Granted, that might have been because you thought Laeâzel was going to kill you if you died, but still. Even then, on a ship that was actively crashing from hundreds of miles in the sky, youâd thought youâd make it out.
That hope is nowhere to be found as Zârell drives her ax into your lower leg. You have been injured in battle dozens of times but this is the first time your injury has ever made you fall to your knees within three seconds of receiving it. There is next to no pain at first, but then she pulls her ax from your leg, and it feels like⌠well, like your leg was just split open.
Blood gushes down your leg, and you canât stand up again, but by the grace of one of the gods, you manage to block her next attack. Her ax meets the blade of your sword with a loud clang that you can hear over the sounds of other blades clashing and spells being conjured. Anger blazes in Zârellâs eyes and she surges her weapon further with as much strength as she can muster. You met her with the same effort, but youâre losing so much blood so fast. Youâre not nearly as strong as she is.
A noise that is somewhere between a cry and a grunt falls from your lips. But you are certain this is it. Youâll die here. In Moonrise Towers with a parasite wiggling within your skull. Youâll die in a blighted land and your friends will go on without you. If they survive, that is. You can feel your arms wobbling, about to give out. Her ax will come down on your neck and youâll sit here choking on your own blood until you die. Maybe sheâll dig the Illithid parasite out of your skull and consume it just as your Dream Guardian had urged you to do so many times before. You doubt Zârell would have qualms about it though - if fact, she might just keep you alive while she digs around in your skull. She seems like the type.
But then thereâs an arrow embedded in Zârellâs neck. And now sheâs the one choking on her blood, her weapon faltering. You donât have time to be grateful, not when sheâs determined to make a killing blow and take you out with her. It takes all of your effort to roll out of the way, her ax bouncing off of the bloody stone floor where your head had just been seconds previous. Your head is spinning from the movement, and your leg feels like dead weight, but you manage to draw your dagger and shove it deep into the disciples stomach.
Zârell falls to her knees. Then forward, onto her face. Dead.Â
Hands are underneath your arms, dragging you away from the rest of the battle before you even have time to process that you arenât dead. You have half a mind to kick and struggle, but when you try to push the hands off of your body you stop your fighting. You know these hands.
âAstarion,â you choke out, tilting your head upwards to see him above you, carefully dragging you behind a turned over table. You can feel a trail of blood being left by your leg; for a moment you wonder if Astarion had smelled your blood before he saw it.
âDonât talk,â Astarion scolds, propping your back against the table. Blood is splattered on his face and armor, his bow slung across his body. Your eyes shift to his quiver where only three arrows remain. If you werenât so busy trying not to pass out from blood loss, you might have told him you were right when youâd told him this morning he needed more arrows. But you can hardly convince yourself to breathe, let alone make a joke.
Astarionâs face is twisted into an expression you donât think youâve ever seen him wear before. There is determination there as he examines your wound, cursing beneath his breath. Thereâs concern too. But something else dances in his crimson eyes that makes you tilt your head to the side curiously.Â
Fear.
Astarion is scared.Â
âHow bad?â you force out, leaning your head back against the overturned table. Your eyes lock on the ceiling of Moonrise. This had been a temple once. Briefly, as you fight to keep your eyes open, you decide that it mightâve even been beautiful.
âNot terrible,â Astarion lies. You know itâs a lie, and he knows you know that, too. You mightâve looked at him, tried to assure him you would be okay if you believed it. But youâre not quite sure that you do, so you keep your eyes on the ceiling, listening to the sounds of battle slowing down behind you.
Astarion stops talking after that. Your silence and sudden interest in the ceiling is enough to make Astarion certain his heart will start beating again just so it can race in fear. But his hands are quick in grabbing a healing potion from your belt and helping you get it down. Theyâre faster still as he shuffles through his discarded back for cloth to press to your wound.Â
Blood quickly soaks the white cloth and Astarionâs hands, but the vampire doesnât mind. He canât be bothered to think about how potent your blood smells, how easy it would be to just take some for himself. He is certain that if youâd been bleeding out in front of him like this when you first met that he wouldâve taken every last drop of blood that he could get. But right now⌠Astarion wasnât sure he had ever wanted to puke at the sight of blood more.
Astarion isnât sure heâs ever felt a panic quite like this before. Perhaps when heâd woken up in a coffin six feet underground. Maybe when heâd realized he was a slave to an evil vampire lord. But other than that? No, Astarion had never felt fear like this. Fear that clutches him by the throat, makes his hands start to tremble. Fear that wonât let him focus on the battle coming to end. Not even to see if his companions - his friends - had survived. All he knows is you, your blood coating his hands, and terror coursing through his entire being.
Heâs so consumed by his fear that he doesnât notice youâve finally passed out. Nor does he hear Shadowheart approach until sheâs shoving Astarion away from you, her hands immediately coming to rest above the gash in your leg. She starts to mutter the words of a healing spell and even Astarion can tell that sheâs completely spent, that sheâs using her last bit of magic and strength to coax your skin back together.
âWake them up,â Shadowheart hisses, her eyes still locked on your leg. âWake them up now, Astarion!â
The near crack in Shadowheartâs voice stirs Astarion from his fear driven stupor. His hands are on your face immediately, your name falling from his lips once, twice. His fingers find the pulsepoint at your neck, and Astarion doesnât dare to move until he feels it. Itâs faint, but it is there.
But your eyes are still closed, and no matter how hard Astarion tries, you will not wake up. Youâre still breathing, but itâs hard and labored, and Astarion is certain that if he looks away from you for even a moment you will be gone for good. He didnât know much, but Astarion did know that a world without you was not one he was willing to return to.
By the grace of⌠something, Shadowheart manages to mend the skin of your leg. Sheâs exhausted and can hardly stand by the time sheâs finished, but she does it. Youâre still out cold, and Astarion is not sure whether to start crying or to find something else to kill to distract himself.
âItâs the blood loss,â Wyll assures him quickly, hauling Shadowheart up from the ground with her arm over his shoulders. âTheyâll live. But we need to move them. Now.â
The Blade of Frontiers does not waste another moment, leading Shadowheart across the main floor of Moonrise Towers, down into the basement. Astarion doesnât hesitate to do the same with you, his blood coated hands holding you so, so carefully.
When you wake up, youâre pretty sure youâre dead. You didnât know what you expected the afterlife to hold, but it certainly was not a stone floor and the smell of mildew. For a second you think that maybe you could be somewhere else (somewhere where you are not dead) but you canât think very clearly right now. All you can feel is a distant throbbing in your head and a bone deep cold. Your leg⌠You could feel your leg. That was good, considering the last thing you could recall before passing out was taking Zârellâs ax to your shin.
And Astarion. You remembered his familiar grip, pulling you to safety. You remembered his crimson eyes, the fear youâd seen in them. But that was it. You didnât remember passing out or how light you had felt while blood seeped from your leg. For a moment, it troubles you that you canât remember. But if this was truly your eternal resting place⌠maybe it was a good thing you couldnât remember. Youâre not sure that it's really something youâd enjoy dwelling on for the rest of eternity.
Youâre not sure how long you lay there. You donât move your body, and your eyes keep falling closed every once in a while. You feel lightheaded, yet impossibly heavy at the same time. All you can bring yourself to do is stare at the ceiling. Maybe there is a god here, because youâre gifted the memory of doing the very same thing before passing out the first time. And this ceiling looks remarkably similar to the one in Moonrise Towers.
That voice, too. The one you can hear in the distance - almost as if they are shouting for you from the other room. The voice is so similar toâŚ
âAstarion?â You breathe out, your eyes finally shifting away from the ceiling. They fall instead to the person beside you. At first, theyâre just a jumble of white curls and red eyes. But then your vision clears and so does your hearing. Astarionâs repeating your name, asking if you can hear him. All you can do is nod. At least you know youâre alive, though. Or at least, youâre pretty sure. Your brain is still foggy. The lingering effects of blood loss? Or perhaps one too many healing potions?
You somehow manage to force yourself into a sitting position. Astarionâs right hand splays against your lower back carefully, his left one hovering in front of your body to catch you if you fold in on yourself. When you straighten your back, the room spins so fast youâre certain that Galeâs cast a spell to make it do that. Your hands grip Astarionâs left arm to keep from falling over.
âEasy, easy,â Astarion says softly. Youâre not certain of many things right now, but you are certain that you have never heard Astarion use that tone before. One so gentle, so soft. Even when heâd told you of Cazador and the scar that tainted his back.Â
âIâm okay,â you reply after a moment. Your hands still grip his arm but neither of you seem to mind it. âIâm okay, promise.â The sentiment is just as much for yourself as it is for Astarion.
Astarion only hums in reply. His eyes are flickering over your face. Like heâs taking you in for the first time - or perhaps even the last. His hand on your back is a welcome weight and the feeling of his forearm under your fingertips keeps you grounded. This is real. You are here.
You are alive.
âHoly shit,â you curse. Your eyes widen and your breathing slowly begins to pick up. Youâd been so close to dying, to bleeding out in a cursed land so far from home. Youâd never thought youâd be one to care so much about something like this, but the fear that you couldâve died is gripping you by the throat, pinning you beneath its clutches.Â
Astarion notices this. Of course he notices. He notices everything about you. The way your eyes crinkle when you laugh. How you shift your weight from foot to foot when unsure about something. How your hands flex when youâre growing frustrated. So of course he notices your breathing picking up, your grip on his arms becoming just slightly tighter.
âYouâre okay, youâre okay. You need to breathe, love.â He says your name softly then, still in that foreign tone of his. The hand at your back comes up to cup your face, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. âBreathe,â his voice is firmer now, one youâre used to from him. Maybe itâs that tone of his that compels you to listen. Maybe itâs his hand cradling your face like you might slip away as soon as he lets you go. Or maybe itâs the fact that his eyes are still swimming with that fear youâd seen before you lost consciousness.
It takes a few moments, but you manage to even out your breathing. Those invisible claws at your neck retract, fading into the shadows of the room. The basement of Moonrise Towers, you realize. That was why the ceiling looked similar to the one upstairs.Â
Everything returns to you then. The battle, Ketheric, the ax, the amount of blood youâd lost. Astarionâs arrow in Zârellâs neck.
âYou killed her,â you say, as if Astarion had not killed dozens of other enemies during your travels. âNice aim.â
Astarion visibly deflates as soon as the joke leaves your lips. Your lips quirk into the smallest of smiles despite yourself. But then Astarion retracts his hand from your face, and that small smile falls away slowly. Astarion pretends not to notice it. You pretend like you donât either; your attention shifts to your right leg, studying the skin exposed by the large tear in your pants. You make a mental note to find new pants.
Your hand trembles slightly as you remove it from Astarionâs arm and bring it down on your leg. Gingerly, you pull the ruined fabric back more and take in where the wound should have been. Instead, your skin looks near perfect. There is a thin scar from where Shadowheartâs healing had knitted the skin together but that is the only indication that your flesh had been torn apart that very same day.
âFor a woman who worshiped the Lady of Loss, Shadowheart was rather good at keeping me - us from losing you.â
Your eyes shift to Astarionâs at his slip. You try to not let your face fall when he pulls his arm from beneath your other hand. He leans back in the chair that matches the table youâre laid out on top of, crossing his arms and screwing his face into that expression youâve grown to recognize as a mask. A flash of hurt floods through you. Selfishly, you wonder how much more you will need to do to prove yourself before Astarion finally, finally trusts you.
âShadowheart is a good healer,â you say instead of what you want to say. You want to comment on him being scared. You want to point out that he had literally saved your life. You want to tell him that that is not something you just do for someone youâre looking at with sheer indifference. âI think youâre the only one who doubts her.â Your own tone has changed. Despite the hurt in your heart, your tone is sharp.
âI do not doubt her, my dear. I donât trust her. There is a difference,â Astarion replies with a wave of his hand. You donât like this game. You hate this game. Why must he insist on playing it?
âDo you trust anyone, Astarion?â
If you were anyone else, Astarion wouldâve had a quick retort. Or if youâd said it with anger in your voice. But youâre you and the question comes out with far less frustration than you had wanted it to. Instead, you sound sad. Hurt. And somehow, seeing you look like this is almost as bad as watching you bleed out. He predicts your next words before you say them, but he still winces at them all the same.
âDo you trust me?â
Your question hangs in the air between the two of you. Maybe itâs the lack of blood in your system that makes you say it. You never would have dared to ask something so vulnerable just a few feet from the rest of your companions normally. Maybe itâs the fact that you had almost died. Almost died with so many unsaid words swimming through your mind. Maybe thatâs why you say it. Or maybe youâre just tired of not knowing what Astarion is truly thinking and feeling.
âYou know I care for you,â Astarion replies after a moment. And you do know - how could you not when youâd seen his fear at the prospect of losing you with your own two eyes. How could you not know that he cared for you when he was so gentle every time he took your blood? How could you not know that he cared for you when he had sat beside you on sleepless nights?Â
But that was not what your question was.Â
âThatâs not what I asked.â You intend to sound firm still. You fail, though, and you sound every bit as hurt and frustrated as you feel. âWhy not?â Why didnât he trust you? Or better, why did he not trust you enough? He trusted you enough to tell you about Cazador and what his former master had done to him. But he didnât trust you enough to be honest about his emotions - especially his emotions towards you. Why? Why?
You watch as Astarion shifts in his seat. At first, you think heâs going to get up and walk away from you. Instead, he shifts forward, and his left hand finds yours. Your eyes fall to where your skin meets, they watch as Astarion holds your hand on top of his gently. His own attention is drawn to it, watching carefully as his other hand fidgets with your fingers.
âI thought you were going to die.â
His confession is soft, heartfelt. You might even be able to convince yourself he sounds like he might cry. But when he looks up to meet your eyes again, his crimson eyes are clear of tears. But there is pain there. Pain and torment and that fear.Â
âI thought you were going to die and I would⌠And I would have to live with -â He gestures to himself with his hand that had been fidgeting with your fingers. âThis.â
Your eyebrows knit together at his words, but you say nothing. You had long since learned that when Astarion was on the verge of opening up, it was best to let him get the words out on his own. Pressuring him had never gotten you anywhere. Well, except for right now. Every other time it had been entirely fruitless.Â
âYou have shown a kindness to me that I am unfamiliar with. With Cazador⌠His version of kindness was letting me eat instead of starving. But it always had a price. Always,â he canât look at you anymore, instead looking intently at your hand in his. âYour kindness - I am learning - comes freely.â
âYou are waiting for the other boot to drop,â You say, understanding what he is trying to tell you without directly saying it. When he nods, you swallow thickly. Words seem to fail you as you search desperately for the right thing to say. But there are no words that feel good enough.
Astarion also seems to be at a loss for words. Carefully, you place your hand not holding his under his chin and tilt his face upwards, so that your eyes meet once more. Your hand slides to cup his cheek, and your heart swells when you feel him press into your touch gently.Â
âI am not him.â
Astarionâs eyes close at your words. He doesnât move, doesnât say anything, doesnât do anything except sit there for a long moment. So long that you think he isnât going to reply. But then he turns his head, and he kisses the palm of your hand. Then where your hand meets your wrist. Then the inside of your wrist. As he places the third kiss to your skin, you let your hand fall away and watch as he picks it up with his free hand.
He doesnât say it, but you know he understands. He knows you are not Cazador. And you donât say it, but he knows you understand. You know he is trying. And neither of you say it, but both of you see those three words swimming in each otherâs eyes. But you both know theyâre there.
âThank you,â you say after a long minute. âFor not letting me die. Not that I expected you to, butâŚâ
But you knew he wouldnât have saved you a few weeks ago.Â
âI mean it. Thank you.â
The fear in Astarionâs eyes finally melts away and that smirk of his falls onto his lips. But this was not his mask - no, this was his real joy. His real happiness at your not being dead and at being able to let a joke slip past his lips knowing you didnât expect anything because of it.
âI can think of a few ways you could show that gratitude,â he says suggestively. A smile of your own spreads across your face, despite the color that floods it, too. Weakly, you shove his hands off of yours and roll your eyes at him. âYou are welcome. Iâll save you a thousand times over if it means I get to see your smile once more.â
âOh, donât get soft on me now,â You say through your grin. But youâd like nothing more. A soft Astarion meant a healed one, a safe one. If that meant you were subjected to a few sappy lines here and there, you wouldnât mind it.
âHard to be soft with you around.â
âAstarion,â You hiss, realizing the joke youâve walked yourself right into. For a second you debate getting off of the table and smacking him over the head, but when you shift your leg just slightly, that dizziness returns and has you gripping the edge of the table.Â
Astarion is on his feet within a moment, noticing the change in you as soon as it happens. His hand has returned to your back, steadying you as the room starts to spin again. With your head a little clearer now, you recognize the feeling as similar to what you feel when Astarion drinks from you. With how strongly youâre feeling it⌠you donât want to think about how much blood you must have lost.
âRest. Please,â Astarion says in that soft voice again. And truly, who are you to deny him when heâs being so gentle? You let him coax you onto the table, onto the soft pile of fabrics you hadnât realized had been under your head until just now. You want to stay conscious, to talk to Astarion more, but as soon as youâve settled back down, you realize just how tired you are.
When you stir hours later, youâre tucked into your bedroll within your tent. And Astarion is sitting not far from you, reading. You donât say anything as sleep overtakes you again, but youâre pretty certain you could get used to waking up to the sight of Astarion.
And Astarionâs pretty certain he wouldnât mind it either.
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