#yeah I’ve been on an art grind if you couldn’t tell :3

[mrmillipede]

Terezi sketch because she’s my favourite butch trans girlfail teenager

[bubbleteaimagines]

ayoooo ion know if you would want to write this but a threesome with reiner and eren 😳 that’s all i’ve been thinking about for like a week now.

Sex Lessons

Reiner Braun and Eren Jaeger Oneshot

Summary: After hearing Jean tease Eren for being a virgin, you and Reiner step in to fix it

Warnings: Smut, threesome! double penetration, oral, loss of virginity, degrading, really Reiner is the dom if you think about it

Authors Note: yES I will write this bc Inam a slut for eren and reiner <3 thank you for sending this in

you rolled eyes as jean’s obnoxious laugh filled the dinner hall. once again, he and eren were disturbing the peace by going back and forth while everyone else was trying to eat.

this time though, jean said something that stopped eren and quite literally everyone else in their tracks.

“and what do you know jaeger? everyone knows you’re a virgin! bet you’ve never even gone to second base!”

the statement caused eren to freeze in his tracks. slowly, you and reiner winced as you saw a deep blush creep up on his face, eren’s mouth dropping into an ‘o.’

“poor guy,” you frowned at the sight of eren trying to stutter back a comeback, obviously embarrassed. “i think jean may have taken it too far this time.”

“you think?” reiner rose an eyebrow and chuckled.

“that was a dirty move,” bertholdt shook his head. “there was no need to embarrass eren like that.”

“well i say it’s for the best,” ymir scoffed from the table across from you. “finally shut jaeger up, didn’t it?”

“yeah...,” you chewed your lip, watching how eren’s shoulders sagged in defeat and how he suddenly became interested in his lap. “but still.”

you couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy. nobody should be shamed like that, especially not by their nemesis and in front of all their friends.

bertholdt was right, that was a dirty move.

“what are you thinking?” reiner, noticing your frown, placed a gentle hand on your arm.

you sighed. “i just wish we could help, you know? eren’s one of our friends. i hate to see jean get the best of him like that.”

“me too,” reiner agreed. “maybe we could meet up with him after dinner? speak a little words of encouragement?”

“yeah,” you nodded, “yeah we should.”

and so it was decided — as soon as everyone began to clear out, you and reiner put your dishes up and followed behind eren as he walked out.

oddly, he was alone, no mikasa or armin in sight. that’s how you knew he was still sulking over jean’s words.

“hey,” your gentle voice caused eren to glance up, turquoise eyes squinting as he saw you and reiner.

“hi...?” eren trailed off, not sure why you guys were there.

“listen,” reiner decided to explain, “we heard what jean was saying at the table today. and we just wanted to let you know that was totally uncalled for.”

“he shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that,” you continued. “he had no right to speak on your sex life so we just wanted to come and make sure you were okay.”

“huh?!” if anything, eren looked even more embarrassed that you both had heard jean. “i’m not embarrassed! jean may be an idiot but he’s wrong! i-i’m not a virgin!”

you and reiner shared a look. from the way his voice was cracking, you both could tell he lying through his teeth.

“look,” reiner shook his head, “there’s no shame in never having sex before. in my opinion, it’s highly overrated—”

a sharp elbow from you caused reiner to wince and quickly rephrase himself.

“i-i mean...it’s not overrated, but it’s definitely not the most important thing in the world,” reiner corrected. he gave you a sheepish look in response to your glare.

“easy for you to say,” eren scoffed, rolling his eyes. “you guys have been together since we were cadets. everyone knows you two go at it like rabbits.”

“hey—!” both you and reiner protested. “it’s not...we don’t—”

“forget it,” eren shook his head and turned his back to walk away from you guys. “thanks for trying to help you guys, but unless you can convince everyone i’m not lame for still being a virgin then this talk will be no help.”

“eren wait!” you cried out, reaching for his arm to stop him.

“y/n, i said forget it. there’s nothing you can do—”

“but what if we could?” reiner suddenly said, a glint appearing in his eyes. this caused both you and eren to pause and look at him in shock.

“oh yeah?” eren rose an eyebrow. “how?”

“yeah, how?” you asked too, curious.

reiner met your eyes and you could see a plan formulating behind his honey eyes.

“what if we...” reiner bit his lip, looking dead at you. “we if we gave him some lessons, babe?”

“huh?” both you and eren were confused.

“lessons?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. “you mean like—”

“sex lessons?” eren exclaimed, his eyes wide.

“yes,” your jaw hit the floor. “you said it yourself. we can’t convince them. but maybe...maybe we can show them,” reiner smirked, crossing his arms.

you weren’t gonna lie — the idea of giving eren jaeger sex lessons had never in your life crossed your mind. you thought this talk would just be about uplifting eren, but now that the idea was proposed you couldn’t deny it sparked an interest in you.

“reiner...y/n...do you guys hear what you’re saying?” eren gaped at you. “you want to give me sex lessons just to prove jean wrong?”

“only if you’re comfortable with it,” reiner said. “and besides, i can see the way you look at y/n. i know you like her, eren.”

even in the darkness you could see his face become covered in crimson. even you could feel yourself becoming embarrassed.

“e-eren...” something sparked inside of you, a fire igniting in your belly as you stared him. “i-is that...is it true?”

eren avoided your gaze as he answered. “yes...” he hung his head. “i’m sorry reiner. but i-i just couldn’t help it...”

“hey,” reiner chuckled and placed a hand on his shoulders. “no hard feelings. but if you want, this could be your chance to finally have her.”

you shared a glance with reiner and he rose an eyebrow to ask if that would be something you’d want. biting your lip, you shifted in your spot as both males stared at you.

“okay,” a sigh escaped your lips and a small smile grew on your lips. “i’m down if you guys are. so what do you say, eren?”

“i-i...” his turquoise eyes were filled with longing, and a little bit of hope as his pants began to become a little too tight. “i say we do it. why not?”

“great,” reiner clapped his hands together, gently taking your hand and smiling at eren. “then let’s do this then.”

-

the barracks were oddly quiet as the three of you walked back to eren’s room.

since he was a titan shifter, commander erwin had given him his own room, just in case something bad were to happen. in this case, it played out perfectly and it allowed all three of you the privacy you needed.

“a-are you sure about this?” eren asked for probably the 100th time. bless his heart, he looked so nervous as you and reiner stood before him, smiles on your faces.

“just trust us,” you said softly, walking up to gasp his hand.

“we’ll show you what to do,” reiner reassured him.

eren began to relax a bit but then tensed up as you leaned in to press your lips against his. you guys decided to start off with some gentle kissing, just to get eren to relax himself.

while you were busy with eren, reiner decided to go ahead and start shedding some clothes.

“there we go,” you cooed as eren slowly began to melt under your touch, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer.

“see, what wasn’t that bad,” you smiled when you pulled away, staring into eren’s wide eyes.

“y-you’re a really good kisser, y/n,” he compliemented, causing reiner to chuckle.

“that’s not all she can do,” reiner smirked, lifting up the hem of his shirt and then promptly throwing it off. “why don’t you strip so you can see what else her mouths does.”

your mouth dropped slightly while eren blushed again, nodding to reiner’s commands. slowly, he began to strip while you made your way over to your boyfriend.

“was that comment necessary?” you whined as reiner pulled you closer.

“just saying it like it is, babe,” he said, playing with the hem of your skirt. “besides, you know how much i love it when your mouth is wrapped around me. that’s a compliment,” reiner promised, tugging the material down.

grinning, you stepped out of it and then let reiner help you take your shirt off. once you were only in your panties and bra, reiner gestured for eren to come over.

“now this,” he gestured to your body. “is what you call a work of art. treat her right, yeah?”

“y-yeah, absolutely,” eren nodded rapidly, gaping as you unclasped your bra and let it fall to the ground. then, you removed your panties and stood utterly naked between the two men.

“fuck,” reiner looked about ready to drool. “you’re so fucking hot, baby. go on — why don’t you let eren touch you?”

you were eager to comply to with reiner’s request, stepping closer and gently guiding his hands across your body. both you and eren gasped as he came into contact with your skin, you grinding your legs together, desperate for some friction.

“come on, let’s get her on the bed so i can show you how to make her cum all over your fingers,” reiner smirked.

you and eren were all too eager to listen. gently, you crawled on the bed and laid down on your back, spreading you legs open for them to see.

“you see that?” reiner ran his fingers over your pussy which was already slick with arousal. “she’s already wet for us, eren. why don’t you touch her? i’m sure she’s just desperate for it.”

reiner was right — fire was pooling up in your belly as you became more turned on by the minute. there was something about watching eren’s innocent eyes stare at you hungrily, and hearing reiner urge him on that got you hot and bothered.

“um,” eren gently lowered his hands to your pussy, his long fingers hesitantly rubbing where reiner’s fingers just were. “is this...can i..?”

“please,” you eagerly nodded your head, gasping softly as reiner began suck on your tits.

that seemed to be the motivation that eren needed and slowly, he began to insert one of his long fingers inside of you.

you gasped again at the feeling, clenching around eren as his cock throbbed in his boxers at the feeling of your walls.

“more,” you demanded, bucking your hips to indicate that you wanted him to move.

eren complied, and soon he was adding another finger and was pumping his digits in and out of your tight pussy.

almost immediately, pleasure began to roll through your entire body. sure, his fingers weren’t as thick as reiner’s were but they were long, which meant eren could reach spots you didn’t even know existed.

“yes!” you gasped out while eren got the hang of it. reiner turned his attention away from your tits to watch him pleasure you.

“that’s it,” he coached eren, nodding in approval. “fuck her little cunt with your fingers. use your mouth on her clit to make sure she cums.”

leaning down, the bed began to creak under eren’s weight as he situated himself between your legs. you had a moment to be disappointed before eren was fingering you again, this time latching his mouth onto your clit.

“fuck yes!” you cried out as reiner decided to join him and insert his thick digits. “fuck, fuck, fuck! just like that — please.”

reiner knew exactly what you were begging for. and he knew that you wouldn’t last much longer so he and eren decided to quicken their pace, their fingers managing assault that one sweet spot over and over again.

“she’s close,” he warned eren, feeling you clench around his fingers and watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

“i want her to cum on my face,” eren said firmly, keeping his head between your thighs. and sure enough, not even a moment later you were crying out, grabbing at the bedsheets as your orgasm washed over you.

“holy shit,” reiner was amazed as eren licked up every single drop of your sweetness, continuing to lap at your pussy even after you came. “you’re a natural, jaeger!”

“thanks,” eren pulled away, and finally you had a moment of relief as you panted, staring at the two men with your eyes glazed over.

“how you feeling princess?” reiner asked, his cock rock hard after seeing you come undone on eren’s face.

“i...that was amazing,” you said, your eyes wild with lust, “but i need...i need more.”

“of course,” reiner chuckled, already pulling at hems of his boxers. “you’re always a needy slut, aren’t you? aren’t even satisfied with just my cock anymore. now you want you jaeger’s too, don’t you?”

“y-yes,” you moaned out as reiner wrapped a hand around your throat, lightly squeezing it.

“what was that? i don’t think he heard you,” reiner growled. “say it again — say how much you want eren’s cock!”

“eren please!” you cried out, looking directly into his eyes. “i want your cock, so bad. i want you to be buried inside of me.”

“you heard her,” reiner smirked, releasing your throat. “she wants you to fuck her. go ahead and tell the bitch how you want it.”

“i want you on top,” eren said confidently, feeding off of reiner’s arrogance. “now.”

you wasted no time in obeying him, shifting so that eren was underneath you and so that his cock was lined up at your entrance.

reiner smacked your ass that was practically begging to be abused, causing you to yelp and accidentally brush against eren.

“fuck!” the brunette boy moaned loudly. “i can’t wait to be inside of you.”

“then go ahead,” reiner said coolly, giving him the green light. he leaned back on his thighs and after that, you barely had time to think before eren was sinking his cock into you, loud whimpers escaping the both of you.

“fuck, eren!” his name sounded like a prayer coming from your beautiful lips. eren groaned and threw his head back, not believing how good you were squeezing him as he bottomed out.

“f-fuck,” with a little encouragement from you, eren began to thrust his cock into you. you moaned as he filled you beautifully, reiner coming over to gently kiss your neck.

“there’s a good girl,” he whispered in your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine. “take his cock just like you’d take mine.”

“r-reiner,” you gasped out, staring at him with pleading eyes. “i-i n-need you too.”

“i know,” he pressed a kiss on your sweet spot and then grabbed a handful of your hair. “that’s why i’m gonna fuck that sweet little ass of yours.”

your eyes widened as reiner moved away from your neck and positioned himself behind you. gathering your juices, he spread them all over his cock before lining himself up at your tight hole.

“just like we practiced,” reiner grunted, placing a hand on your back as he slowly pushed himself in. “nice and slow.”

your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as reiner sunk into your ass. you felt completely and utterly stuffed. with eren in your pussy and reiner fucking your ass, the pleasure was just too much.

“ah fuck,” reiner let out a beautiful moan, screwing his eyes shut as he bucked his hips. “baby your ass feels so good. fuckkkk.”

“y-yn,” from underneath you, eren was moaning loudly as he continued to pound your pussy. “i...i-i’m close.”

“shit,” both men cursed as they could feel you feel you tightening around them. the coil in your stomach was unraveling. reiner made it no better as reached down to rub circles on your clit.

“cum for us, baby,” he grunted, still pounding your ass. “i wanna see you cum all over jaeger’s cock. then i wanna see that pretty little mouth of yours dripping with his seed.”

a whine left your lips are reiner’s words sent you over the edge. your body stilled, and euphoria clouded your vision as you came all over eren’s cock and reiner’s fingers.

“shit!” not even moments later, eren was pulling out of you as his own orgasm rolled over him and took to cuming in your mouth, just like reiner said.

his hot seed dribbled down your throat as you took him to the hilt, and soon reiner’s thrusts became sloppy as he let out the biggest moan, and then he filled your ass to the brink with your seed.

“god damn,” reiner cursed as he pulled out of you, his dick sensitive. he was pleased to see your ass coated in a thick layer of his cum while eren’s seed dripped down your chin.

to him, this was the hottest thing he had ever witnessed, and eren had to agree.

“holy shit,” the turquoise eyed boy was amazed as everything finally calmed down, reiner scooping you up into his arms to hold you. “that was...”

“not bad for your first time,” reiner chuckled. you were too fucked out to say anything but you offered eren a lazy smile and nodded.

“jean’s never going to be able to top this,” eren said smugly, a little pride filling his chest. he had the honor of you fucking you and then he got to cum down your throat. not to mention he helped you chase two orgasms.

“next time that little horse-faced runt has something to say, y/n and i have your back,” reiner told eren.

“thanks again,” the boy smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. he reach down to pick up all the clothes scattered on the ground, handing reiner his and yours to get dressed.

“no problem,” your boyfriend smirked, putting his boxers on and pulling your shirt over your head. “anytime you need some help, just call us.”

“will do,” eren nodded eagerly, reiner’s words getting all the more excited for the future.

[taestefully-in-luv]

Always You | JJK (Drabble#3)

Summary: You have yet to tell Jungkook your big news and he might not take it so well.

Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader

Genre: Angst!!! Smut!!! And fluff too hehe

Word count: 7.3k (I am SO sorry)

Warnings: sad Jungkook, jealous oc, panic attack, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, cum eating, scratching, marking, overstimulation, mentions of anal (sorry if I forgot any)

Notes: sorry this is long for a drabble! I actually managed to get it down to 7k wooo. Also pls don’t be that mad at oc:) hehe. Make sure to send an ask if you want to chat:) ily guys

Taglist: @seagulljk

© taestefully-in-luv

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The record shop is busier than usual this evening…Yoongi has tried his best to stop by yours and Taehyung’s table to chat but another customer keeps walking in one after the other. You chuckle, waving him off, telling him to work.

“And Jungkook doesn’t know?” Taehyung frowns at you, “Like, this is huge y/n. And you haven’t told him?”

“Not yet, at least.” You admit, bringing your coffee mug to your lips. “I’m going to have to eventually though right…”

“Who else doesn’t know?”

“Everyone knows actually.”

“Oh girl, that’s not good.”

“What do you mean?” you bring the coffee mug back to the table, your fingers strumming the side of the mug.

“You’re telling me he is the last to know? That’s just…not going to sit right with him and you know that.”

Fuck, he’s right. Jungkook is your best friend, your boyfriend, the man you live with, the man you love…and he has no idea you’re about to move to another country. You got accepted to work in Japan for a year and you could not be more excited. But there’s this huge weight on your entire body, the weight equal to one man.

“I know, shit, but I just can’t. He’s going to act so supportive but I know how disappointed he will be. I mean, we just started living together recently you know? Our relationship is going so nicely and I don’t want to ruin that.” You rant, a frown pulling down your lips.

“I finally finished with my last customer.” You hear Yoongi walk up to your little corner of the record shop. “What are we talking about?” he pulls up his chair and sits down.

“y/n still hasn’t told Jungkook about Japan.”

“Still?” Yoongi looks disappointed to say the least. “y/n…”

“Guys, I know!” you throw your hands up, “I’m fucking up.”

“Wait, do the others know that Jungkook doesn’t know?”

“I didn’t necessarily announce that it’s a secret…” you bite your bottom lip, worry filling your body, “And he’s with Jin, Namjoon and Hobi tonight.”

“You should text them and tell them.”

“But it’s not the first time he’s hanging around them since I told them…so maybe I just don’t come up in conversation?” you respond hopefully.

“Yeah, not likely. Jungkook always finds a way to talk about you.” Tae grumbles. “Trust us, we would know.”

“Yeah, he’s right.” Yoongi agrees, “Listen, you need to tell him before he finds out from someone else.”

“I’ll tell him…” you pick up your mug and take a sip, “Tonight.”

~~~~~~

Your apartment is dark and there’s no sign of life—Jungkook must still be out with the guys. You sigh in relief because although you said you would tell him tonight you are already chickening out. You know, you know. A cowards move. But honestly, it’s hard!

Right as you think you’re in the clear, you hear the front door opening from behind you. Jungkook is whistling some tune as he walks in and he lights up when he sees you.

“Baby.” He sings out, walking closer to you. “Hi.” He says before leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Hi, how was your night?” you ask as you slip off your shoes and head towards the bedroom.

“It was nice.” Jungkook continues to whistle, “How was yours? How are Tae and Yoongi? Anything new?”

“No, just the usual.” You shimmy out of your pants and slip off your shirt, leaving you in some panties and a bralette. You walk out of your room and into the bathroom to turn on the shower. The water is cold but is quickly heating up as you turn the knob, you enjoy how hot it’s getting.

“Should I join you?” You hear Jungkook say from behind you. He snakes his arms around your waist and kisses your neck.

“If you want babe.”

“I want you to want me to.” He pouts, “So, I’ll ask again…should I join you?”

You can’t help but giggle, turning around in his grasp and pulling at his shirt.

“Yes, please.” You say as he lifts his arms up for you to lift his shirt off. You eye your boyfriend over, his muscles look so strong and honestly? Did they get bigger? He has been hitting the gym more. His tattoos cover one of his arms and it’s such a sexy sight. You trace your fingers over his body art and he smiles down at you.

“Like what you see?”

“You know I do.” You breathe out and he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra.

“I like what I see too.” He says as your breasts are freed. “God, I love your tits.”

“The water is probably ready.” You smirk, sliding your panties down. Jungkook’s eyes follow your movement, he watches as the panties get dragged down leg by leg.

“Then let’s get in.” He’s taking off his own pants and boxers in one go, leaving him completely naked for you.

The two of you step in the shower, letting the hot water wash over your entire bodies. He lets you go under first as he squirts some shampoo in his palm.

“C’mere.” He commands. You step out from under the water and he massages the shampoo into your scalp, creating a bubbly mess. Then you go back under to rinse, this continues for the conditioner as well and then he’s soon washing your body with body wash, making sure he gets every corner and crevice of your body. Then you do the same for him, he loves when you wash his hair, your nails scratching at his scalp has him groaning.

“Missed you tonight.” He says quietly, “You missed me?”

“When am I not missing you?” you lean up to kiss him. He doesn’t let you lean away though as he leans in further to kiss you deeper. The water dribbles down your faces as you two have your lips moving quickly against one another. He nips at your bottom lip before his tongue tangles with yours, you moan into his mouth and he swallows it.

“Gonna fuck you?” he asks impatiently. His hard cock slipping between your folds as he grinds into you.

“Yes.” You respond breathlessly. “Yes.”

~~~~~~~

You slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and a fresh pair of panties and slide into bed. You find yourself in your boyfriends strong, warm arms. You lay your head down on his chest and listen to his heart beat. It’s racing. Why?

“Jungkook—”

“So anything new?” Jungkook cuts you off, his heart doing a million things.

You’re quiet for a few moments before you speak up again.

“Nope.”

You hear Jungkook sigh out heavily…then he’s moving from beneath you and getting up to turn on the lamp.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure?” You sit up on your elbows, confusion drawn on your face.

“y/n…” you hear him softly warn, “I’m giving you a chance to tell me.”

“Tell you what? I have nothing to tell you?”

That’s the moment you think you can physically see Jungkook’s heart break in his chest. His face falls dramatically as a frown takes over.

“Nothing at all?” he asks quietly and that’s when you know. He knows.

“What are you talking about, Jungkook?” you decide to say instead of the truth and his face twists into a look of disappointment.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” he looks down at his hands, “That you are apparently fucking moving? To japan?”

You feel yourself go pale.

“I—”

“I have known for a few weeks.” Jungkook admits, “I’ve been giving you time to tell me but it came up again tonight…and I just couldn’t wait anymore. But it seems like you were never going to tell me.” He grits out. “Were you?” His voice is pleading now. “y/n, were you just going to leave without saying anything?”

“What? No! Of course not!” you rush to say, “I just—”

“And you told literally everyone else except for me. Why am I the last to know? Shouldn’t I have been the first person you told? Didn’t you want to like, discuss it with me first? Or did you just make the decision immediately that you’re moving there without even considering me?” he sounds so pained, like speaking isn’t something he excels at.

“Jungkook, what do you mean discuss it with you? It’s my decision,”

He looks at you incredulously, his eyes wetting with tears.

“Of course its your decision at the end of the day but we should still have discussed it! We live together, we are planning a future together!” he cries out. “Or were you going to break up with me?”

“What?! Jungkook no—”

“Maybe that would be for the best, you can’t even tell me something like this—”

“Jungkook stop.” You feel your eyes gloss over, and a few tears slide down your face. “Don’t even talk about breaking up.”

“Why not?” He spits out, “You don’t even tell me shit or consider me in the big things in your life.”

“That’s not true…” you cry. “I was just scared. I thought you would be more supportive…”

“The problem isn’t Japan, y/n.” Jungkook states. “It’s the fact that you couldn’t even tell me about it or discuss it with me. We can make this work but you didn’t even give me a chance to try.” Tears prick his eyes as he speaks and you feel yourself go numb. You fucked up, you should have told him…but you don’t think either way would have been easy.

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

“Wait! No…” you grab for his hand and he exhales deeply.

“Let go of me, y/n.”

“No.” you say, your stubbornness taking over. “No.”

“Why not?” he asks, using his other hand to wipe at his face.

“I love you Jungkook, and I’m sorry.”

“I love you too, y/n. But I’m mad.” He says, tugging his hand away from you. “I need some space.”

~~~~~

“Space?” Jimin asks with a frown, “Don’t you leave in like a month? Isn’t space the last thing you guys should have?”

“You’d think so. But it’s been 5 days Jimin.” You take a swig of your beer and wince at the bitter flavor. “He’s pissed.”

“And he has every right to be, babe.” Jimin points out, “Full offense but you fucked up.”

“I know…” you tug on your hair, “Last time I gave him space he didn’t talk to me for three months…” you say, worry laced in your voice. “How do I know he won’t disappear on me again?” you choke out, “That would fucking crush me. I need to talk to him.”

“I know where he’s at tonight.” Jimin admits softly, “Should we go?”

You nod your head as Jimin stands up and grabs his keys, he walks towards the front door and glances over at you.

“Coming?”

“Yes.”

You and Jimin pull up to some bar downtown, it’s in a shadier part of town and you wonder how Jungkook ended up in a place like this. You guys get inside and see Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the bar with 3 girls surrounding them. You can’t help the way your chest tightens at the sight. Jimin looks over at you and offers you a soft smile.

“They come here to talk to girls?” you bitterly question.

“Does it look like Jungkook is even sparing one of them a glance? He just came with Tae.” Jimin defends and you roll your eyes, you still can’t help but feel irritated.

Jungkook sits here at the bar with a whiskey, taking sip after sip. He looks tired to say the least, he looks plain tired. He doesn’t even notice you coming up to them, he just takes another sip of his drink.

“Why doesn’t your friend talk?” One of the girls slurs out, “I want to talk to him.”

“Oh him?” Taehyung points at Jungkook, “He has a….y/n.” his eyes widen when he spots you.

“A y/n?” the girl asks, clearly confused.

“Yes, a me.” You say harshly, “His girlfriend.”

Jungkook hears your voice and sighs out, setting his drink down. He slowly turns in his bar stool to face you, his tired face becoming even more tired.

“What are you doing here?” he slurs out. “I said I needed space.”

“So you two are broken up then?” the girl asks, “Don’t call yourself his girlfriend—”

“She is my girlfriend.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I just needed some time to think.”

“Oh? With all these girls around?” you spit out. “This what you do when you need space?” You place your hands on your hips. “Talk to other girls?”

Jungkook looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, he shakes his head with a frown,

“Does it look like I’m talking to them?” he asks you, incredulously.

“It’s been 5 days Jungkook, how much space do you need? Need another three months?” he hears your voice crack as you speak and he feels himself deflate.

“Baby, I wouldn’t—”

“You wouldn’t do that?” You ask, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “You’ve done it before.”

Jungkook stands from his bar stool and walks towards you, grabs your hand and leads you outside.

“Let’s go home.” He says softly, “We can talk.”

Jungkook pulls out his phone and orders an uber. The ride gets here within 5 minutes…you two stay silent the whole ride over to your apartment.

Once the uber pulls up to your apartment, Jungkook takes your hand and interlocks your fingers as you two exit the vehicle.

The walk up to the apartment is only a couple minutes, those are silent as well. He keeps his tight grip on your hand though, never letting go.

“We’re home.” Jungkook whispers when you two get inside. “We should drink some water.”

You nod your head in agreeance, heading towards the kitchen. Jungkook follows behind you, he watches your figure as you stumble forward. He exhales a deep, deep breath and rolls his eyes. You’re a little more tipsy than he first thought and he thought he was sort of drunk.

“y/n…maybe we should just get some sleep…”

“No, you said we were going to talk!” You yell out over your shoulder as you reach for two glasses for water. You grab the pitcher from the fridge and pour you and Jungkook a glass. He comes up behind you, and takes a glass and begins drinking it back slowly.

“I still think we should sleep on it tonight—”

“Oh? You on the couch? And me alone in the room?” you spit out, “That’s how we’re going to ‘sleep’ on it?”

“Alright, you obviously want to talk—”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

“Hey…” Jungkook winces, “You don’t have to cuss at me.” He says softly, “Let’s just talk.”

“How long were you going to go without talking to me, hm?”

“Maybe as long as you didn’t tell me about Japan?” Jungkook snaps. He doesn’t mean to snap, of course. But he’s starting to become frustrated. You look at him with shocked eyes, feeling guilty all of the sudden. Maybe you deserved that.

“Jungkook I said I’m sorry—”

“Maybe sorry isn’t good enough.” He grits out, “You kept something so important from me, and didn’t even think it was something we should discuss together. As a couple…as a team.”

You breathe out, trying to calm yourself, the guilt beginning to eat you alive. As a team?

“I was serious…” he begins, his chest starting to heave. “We can make it work if you’re wanting to go abroad. But y/n you have to actually tell me so we can seriously discuss it.” His pained expression feels like a stab to the gut. “Because I won’t lie to you…this isn’t going to be easy for me. I’m so…” he chokes up, “I’m so attached to you.” He finishes with a hard gulp. His eyes stinging with tears, “I’m so in love with you that I don’t know how I can physically be without you.”

“Jungkook…” you stand here with your own tears threatening to fall. “You can be without—”

“No!” he cries out, “I don’t think so.”

“You’re stronger than you think, baby.” You walk closer to him and he falls forward into your arms, you catch him and try your best to hold him up as he starting sobbing into your neck.

“N-No.” he chokes on his sobs, “P-Please don’t-please don’t…don’t leave me.” He manages to cry out between harsh breaths. “I need you.”

Your heart cracks and breaks into maybe tens of millions of pieces, then those pieces manage to get even more crushed. So, this wasn’t just about you not telling him…this goes deeper than that.

“Baby, I’m not leaving you. I would never leave you. I’m yours forever.” You remind him softly, caressing his back as he continues to weep. “We would make plans to see each other every few months, remember?”

“You—you want to l-leave me.” He cries harder into your shoulder making you screw your eyes shut so your own tears don’t spill over.

“Baby that’s not—”

“Why am I never good enough to make the people I love stay?” he whispers, his quiet sobs taking a toll on his tired body. Your eyes go wide at his comment…this is much, much deeper than you thought.

“Jungkook…” you whisper his name over and over, trying to calm him. Your hand massages his scalp and he continues to cry.

You don’t know what to say at this point…you don’t think any words you can say will work…will comfort him. Only ‘okay I won’t go’ but you can’t…you can’t say that. Because it would be a lie. You’ve already made your decision and that’s that you are going. You’ve already accepted and made the arrangements to fly out, you’ve already been placed in an apartment, everything is already done. And yes, you feel bad. Awful actually but this is something you really want to do, for you. You want this, you need this. And you hope Jungkook will become more understanding. You know he will…he’s just drunk and emotional right now. But you can tell these are his real feelings.

“Do you still love me?” Jungkook chokes out and your face twists into a frown. This is it, you finally cry. His unsureness breaks you.

“What are you talking about?” you let a few tears stream down your face, “I love you more than anything, anyone.” You hug him tighter, your arms becoming sore from how hard you’re holding on to him.

“Then don’t leave.” He begs into your neck and you fall to your knees, bringing him down with you. You feel so fucking conflicted.

“Baby.” You cry out, “Please understand.”

Jungkook shakes as he cries, like he’s beginning to hyperventilate. He tries to speak but only harsh, quick breaths leave his open mouth. He brings his head back and he looks at you panicked, like he can’t breathe.

“Okay, calm down, calm down.” You whisper, rubbing his back. “Breathe, my love. Breathe.”

Jungkook shuts his eyes and shakes his head, he is struggling to find that breath. He continues to breathe out quickly, panic rising.

“In and out, in and out.” You continue to rub his back, “I’m here my love, I’m here.”

Jungkook tries his hardest to take a deep breath but it’s so hard, so fucking hard. He opens his eyes and they scream for you, they are wide and pleading and you feel so fucking heartbroken.

“Come on, in and out…that’s it Jungkook. In and out.” He follows your instructions, trying his best to breathe in and out as steadily as possible. He finally manages to calm down only for him to break down even more…he closes his eyes and starts crying harder this time.

“Jungkook.” Your voice cracks, “Please calm down.” You feel yourself becoming more and more anxious as well.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You whisper out over and over until he’s quieting down. You don’t stop though, you continue to repeat the words until his breathing sounds stable again. You don’t stop caressing his back either, you just continue to do what you can to comfort him.

“I know you do.” Jungkook finally whimpers out. “I know you do. I’m sorry.” He sniffles into your neck. “I’m sorry.” His voice breaks and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Don’t be sorry baby, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, I do.” He says a little more calmly. “I shouldn’t try to make you stay. If you want to go…then that’s what you want and I want to be nothing be supportive of what you want.”

“It’s not because I don’t want to be with you Jungkook. I wish you could just quit your job and come with me, to be honest. But I know I can’t ask you to do that.” You rub his back some more. Jungkook lifts himself off your shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“I know.” He sighs out, “I know. It’s just…it’s just for a year, right?” his big doe eyes bore into yours.

“Just a year babe.” You promise, “And I will see you every few months, and we will talk every day.”

Jungkook nods his head and tries to smile for you but it’s tense and strained and you frown again.

“It’ll be fun when you come to visit me…” you try to lighten the mood. “Imagine all the food we will try and all the sights we will see.”

“Yeah.” Jungkook tries smiling again, this time it’s a little more relaxed.

“And all the sex we will have in a different country?” you playfully wiggle your brows and Jungkook laughs while sniffling.

“I will kiss you in every famous spot in Japan.” Jungkook offers, “And we’re going to take a million pictures. And you will video chat with me every single day, right?”

“Every single day.” You repeat, “And you won’t be alone,” you remind him, “You have the guys, our friends. They’re just as much as family…”

“Yeah, I know.” He sniffles again, “I know.”

“I really am sorry for not telling you first…I was just so scared…I knew you would be disappointed…”

“Baby, I’m not like, entirely disappointed. I am also really happy for you. I’m just a bit sad for selfish reasons.” He admits. “I got so emotional…”

“You don’t think I would ever leave you, right? That you are 100% good enough. You are the love of my life, Jungkook.”

“I’m happy to hear you say that.” He sighs out. “I’m sorry for what I said…I was just…” he begins to get choked up again and you immediately caress his cheek.

“I know. You don’t have to explain…” you whisper. “We’re going to be okay.”

“More than okay.” He smiles at you with his brows pulled together. “Right?”

“Right.” You lean in and your lips meet his. You kiss him over a few times, and he lazily kisses you back.

“Let’s go to bed?” you begin to stand up, taking Jungkook’s heavy body with you.

“Okie.” He nods his head and follows you into the bedroom. “Take my clothes off for me.” He raises his arms above his head and waits patiently.

You chuckle at the sight but agree nonetheless. You walk to him and lift his shirt up, throwing it to the side. Then you are unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, dragging them down his legs. He lifts one leg at a time as you slip them off…you’re dropped to your knees as you take them off his body.

“While I’m down here…maybe I could…” you play with the elastic of his briefs and he can’t help but chuckle.

“We can just go to sleep…” he offers shyly but you can see the outline of his length begin to twitch.

“I just want you to feel good…” you begin pulling the briefs down slowly, his half hard cock making an appearance.

“You always make me feel good.” He admits between a rough breath.

“Good.”

You grab onto his thick thighs and he stumbles backward until he’s gripping the desk in your room, he braces himself, staring down at you with soft eyes.

“Wanna make my baby feel so good.” You say, inching your face closer to his growing member. You haven’t even touched him yet and his cock is twitching uncontrollably. You watch as it gets harder and harder.

“Then make me feel good.” He breathes out, the desperation in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

You finally walk your fingers up his thigh until you’re softly stroking his dick. Your fingers lightly gliding up his growing length. He softly moans out, but he isn’t really, truly whining until you grip his cock and squeeze his head lightly.

“Fuck.” He sighs out, his hands going to your hair. “Love your touch, baby.”

“How about my mouth? Do you love that too?” you ask, as your face gets closer and closer until he is feeling your warm breaths fan over his cock.

“Please.” He begs cutely, “Need you.”

You bring his cock to your lips, you circle his cock over your mouth, your chin, your nose, all over your face. He groans at the view you are giving him, his tip beginning to leak precum. You dart your tongue out to lick him clean and he throws his head back.

“Please.” He begs again and you chuckle darkly.

“So needy.” You say , “Baby so needy.” You finally take his cock in your mouth, you wrap your pretty lips over the head and lightly suck making his eyes roll to the back of his head. He grips your hair tighter as you take him further into your mouth. He’s losing it. Your mouth feels like heaven, the way you lightly suck, the way your tongue drags up and down his length and swirls around the head of his dick, the way you take him further, so deep that he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to bob your head up and down as you start to allow him to access all his pleasure. He groans loudly as you pick up your pace, his hands falling back down to his sides as he finds the desk again and he holds on tightly.

You take him deeper, causing you to choke on his cock and he smirks down at you.

“Having trouble there?” he asks as you continue to gag on his throbbing length, you just moan in response, the vibrations causing him to screw his eyes shut and cry out in pleasure.

You continue to suck on him for who knows how long, your jaw starting to become sore but his whines are enough for you to keep going. Your eyes wet with tears and he is in awe of the sight you allow him.

“I want to come…” he pants out, “But inside you.” He admits between harsh breaths, “But I want to enjoy this for a few more minutes…please.” He begs and you nod your head, you take your mouth off his cock and use your hand to stroke him over and over. You look up at him with your big eyes and he melts. He wants to come so bad, just not like this.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out, then you take his cock and slap it over the flat of your tongue and he basically fucking loses it. You then swallow him whole again, sucking on his dick so deliciously.

“Okay, okay…” Jungkook pants out, “Let me fuck you.” He’s lifting you up by the arms and spinning your body to be up against the desk. He shoves everything to the side and on to the floor as he goes in between your legs.

“Up.” He says, helping you sit on the edge of the desk. His hands scramble to your shorts, he’s quick to unbutton them and drag the zipper down, taking them off you. Leaving you in your shirt and panties. Then he’s ripping off your shirt and bra.

“Let’s see how wet you are first.” He snickers to himself with dark eyes. His fingers rub the outside of your panties and finds them to be very damp.

“Good girl.” He pushes your panties to the side and pushes two fingers inside you immediately causing you to gasp out.

“Let me stretch you a little first.” He moves his fingers inside you as you nod your head frantically in approval. “Good girl.” He repeats and you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers. You wish he would keep his fingers inside you but much to your dismay he’s pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Mm.” he sucks on his fingers and winks at you. “Love this taste. My favorite flavor.” He whispers to you and you blush.

“Gonna fuck you right here, okay?”

“Please Jungkook. Need your cock so bad.”

Jungkook smirks at you before his smile turns soft and he looks at you with eyes full of adoration.

“Need me?”

“Always need you.”

Jungkook nods his head slowly as he grabs a hold of his length, he gets closer to you, his cock brushing against your clit and you close your eyes in pleasure. He rubs his cock over your clit over and over until you’re a moaning mess. He smiles at you again before lining his cock up to your entrance and slowly, very slowly pushes in. Good lord, his cock is entering you so fucking beautifully, the way he brushes against every special spot inside your tight pussy has you arching your back in pleasure.

Jungkook releases a long, harsh breath as he bottoms out, he stays still for a few moments before he’s sliding in and out of you. His thrusts are intentional, every single one has a purpose. They’re hard, fast and rough. You claw at his back, leaving long lines of pink and red down his back which only encourages him to fuck you harder. One of your hands trail up his body until you’re in his hair, you pull on the strands as your wrap your legs around his tiny waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Jungkook lifts you from the desk and lightly slams your bodies into the wall next to the door as he continues to fuck into you. You toss your head to the side, giving Jungkook access to your neck, which he gladly accepts the invitation. He kisses you throat, and sucks into your skin. You whine at how good everything feels. Your bodies roll over the wall until you’re at the entrance of the door and Jungkook carries you over to the hallway, fucking you up against that wall as well as you scream out his name.

“Gonna fuck you on every surface of this apartment.” Jungkook promises you. “So you have a memory of a new spot every time you think of this apartment you will be reminded of how I fucked you.” Your legs begin to sliding down over his ass, and he uses his strong arms to bump you up higher, his cock never leaving your pussy.

He walks you over to the couch and lays you down on it, you’re flat against the sofa as he stays standing, fucking into you faster and harder. His cock is throbbing and aching for release but he endures it, his moans filling the room.

You try your hardest to keep your orgasm at bay, but it’s becoming so difficult as his dick is reaching that spot deep within you that has your body going tense. You try so hard you really do but before you can even warn him you feel your body electrifying with intensity as your orgasm washes over you like a huge wave of warm water. You scream, you cry, you moan out in pleasure. But Jungkook doesn’t stop, he slows down though, giving you a moment to relax.

“This isn’t over.” He warns. “I still have to fuck you from behind, still need your fucking gorgeous ass.” He’s lifting your weak body up and momentarily taking his cock out of you to walk you to the kitchen, his hands make their way into your hair and he guides you to bend over the counter. It’s cold against your breasts and you shiver.

“Spread your cheeks for me baby, give me that view.”

You are still out of breath from your orgasm but you listen to him, you reach behind you and spread your ass apart to show him your used pussy.

“Fucking beautiful. So wet.” He groans. “One of these days you’re going to let me fuck this ass aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen but you nod your head frantically, already loving the idea.

“Words baby.”

“Yes.” You moan out as you feel his cock being shoved back inside you, you choke on air as you feel him start thrusting again. You really fucking gasp when you feel his hand come down on your ass hard.

“Love this ass. So fucking much.” He says, panting. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in it and fuck you.” His words go straight to your pussy. God, you don’t want to come again this quickly but his cock feels so god damn good.

“Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.” He grunts.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

“Next time, baby.” He promises, his thrusts still fucking you with so much purpose. He pulls you by the hair causing you to arch your back even more and he falls in love with this view. He loves your boobs, but he’s definitely an ass man. He will argue he loves both but the way your ass is pushed into his crotch right now…he could honestly lose his mind.

He lifts you up again, by the hair—mostly gently. And he now has your body pushed up against the fridge, your face being smooshed into the cold silver box. Your fingers dragging leaving prints down the fridge as he lifts one of your legs to fuck you at a better angle. You cry out, he’s hitting that spot again and you feel yourself losing all composure.

“I’m gonna come again Jungkook.” You warn him this time between your rough breaths.

“I’ll come with you. But we aren’t done.” He starts thrusting faster, the sound of his skin slapping your skin is honestly pushing you further into your orgasm. You feel the warmth travel through your whole body and you feel the band fucking snap. God, you are coming so hard, creaming around his cock as he slows down his thrusts to come into you, his breathing is so heavy as he starts to come. When he stills his hips he’s releasing a loud, low, guttural moan and you could come again just from the sound.

Jungkook starts whining uncontrollably as he starts to move his hips again, slowly grinding into yours and you wince at the pain, the overstimulation. He cries out, it’s too much for him as well but he doesn’t stop.

“Wanna keep fucking you.” He screws his eyes shut, thrusting into you slowly and carefully. He brings your body closer to his, your back flush against his chest and he walks you over to the breakfast table. He leaves your body, quickly takes his cock out of you and sits down on the chair and orders you to sit in his lap. He gestures towards his cock and smirks.

“Sit.”

“Jungkook…” your eyes slightly wet, “I can’t”

“You can and you will.”

You crawl into his lap and hover over his aching cock, he looks up at you and whimpers.

“hurry.”

You slowly sink down onto his length, the feeling so fucking euphoric. He slams his eyes shut and nods his head.

“Ride me.” He softly commands. You lift yourself up and lower back down again, this angle has you seeing fucking stars. You start to ride his cock a little faster now, slamming down on his hips and he grips your hips helping you rise and sink down on his cock.

“Fuck I am gonna come again.” He says, meeting your thrusts half way. He lifts his hips and fucks you from beneath you. He’s going feral now, losing all control. His cock is so hard, so needy, aching so badly for you, for release. You lean down and start kissing him, nibbling on his lips, nibbling on his jaw, nibbling on his neck. He cries out and thrusts into you so harshly now, you feel your high building and building. You’re going to come soon, but then you’re completely overwhelmed when you feel Jungkook’s fingers on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You scream in pleasure, yelling out his name as he fucks you. The chair threatens to screech backwards as you two fuck so roughly on it.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come.” He yells out, his hot seed shooting inside you as he halts his movements. His fingers still rub your clit quickly and you are pushed over the fucking edge—again. You cry as you come. You grit your teeth as this powerful orgasm hits you. You’re so overwhelmed as your whole body shakes.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” You yell out and Jungkook grins at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath.

“Holy fuck.” You pant out, “Mother of god.”

“Good?” he breathes out heavily, stroking the skin on your cheek. “felt good?”

“It was so fucking good Jungkook.” You whine, your body going week as you collapse on top of him. He’s just as tired as you are but finds the strength to lift you up and carry you to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the edge of the bed and spreads your legs apart. He watches with focused eyes as his cum and your cum spills out of your used hole. He licks his lips and buries his head between your legs, you immediately release a high pitched moan when you feel his tongue cleaning you up.

“Jungkook I can’t.”

He only grunts as he swallows down both of your cum, you roll your eyes so far back into your head that all that is seen is the whites of your eyes.

“So good.” He whispers, lifting himself up and crawling over your body, his lips finding yours in a slow, tender kiss. You open your mouth as you moan, and he takes advantage and slips his tongue in. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you moan in satisfaction.

“We really need to shower. We’re so sweaty.” You laugh, kissing his shoulder.

“Then let’s go.” He says in your ear and you groan, not able to move.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired. You exhausted me.”

Jungkook looks down at you with a cocky grin. He lifts the duvet up and helps you slide underneath, then he is joining you.

“We can shower in the morning, let’s sleep.” He offers you and you smile in approval.

“Even though we’re so gross?” you ask, yawning.

“I’ll love you no matter how gross you are.”

~~~~~~

Waking up to Jungkook’s head buried between your legs has got to be one of your very favorite things. He starts with kissing up your legs, he starts at your ankles, works his way up your calves then finally he’s at your inner thighs. Kissing, nibbling on the soft skin and you mewl at the contact.

“Jungkook…I’m so sore.” You admit shyly, and he looks up at you with big, doe eyes.

“Just my tongue then.” He assures you, as his lips grow closer and closer to your pussy. You throw your head back on the pillow and wait in agony for his tongue to finally find your clit. He takes his time though…he continues to kiss your inner thighs, and caress your skin lovingly.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you t—”

His tongue licks a hard, long strip over your pussy…and when he finds your clit he’s lightly sucking on it causing you to moan out. He licks it over and over, his face getting so wet with your juices and his spit. He eats you out messily, his nose bumping your clit as he licks you, then he travels up until he’s flicking his tongue over your clit quickly. It doesn’t take much for you, you hate to admit, but you feel the rise of your high. The tension growing and growing until its fucking snapping. You come all over his tongue and he smiles into your pussy, letting you ride out your high. He squeezes your thighs with his hands and leans back and watches as you have your eyes closed, and your lips apart. You quietly cry out, your face twisted in pleasure.

“That was fast.” He teases you. “Might be the fastest you’ve ever came.”

“I think I’m still sensitive from last night…” you open your eyes and stare up at him, “You were so amazing.” You tell him breathlessly.

“Me? Baby you’re the one who did amazing. Such a good girl.” He cleans his face with the back of his hand and makes his way next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry for last night.” He sighs out, “I was…”

“It’s okay baby.”

“It’s not okay. I’m not selfish, I promise. I want you to follow your dreams, and I want to be as supportive as I can be.”

“I know.” You say softly. “You did have me worried there for a moment though…” you admit, your eyes sliding to the side. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m abandoning you, Jungkook.”

“I know…Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel responsible for me.” He curses under his breath, “I think this year will be good for both of us.” He tries admitting. “I clearly have abandonment issues.” He tries laughing and you frown. “I think…I have to learn to be my myself too.”

“But Jungkook you won’t be alone, you have our friends.”

“I just mean…be without you.”

“Oh.”

“But you’ll still talk to me every day.” You try to smile but tears fill up your eyes. “We’re going to be a successful long distance relationship story.”

“Yeah,” he smiles for you and you believe in it, “We will be.”

~~~~~~

“So fucking does solve all problems.” Jimin comments playfully, taking a sip of his wine. You hit his shoulder with your fist and smile slyly.

“Something like that.”

“I’m glad you guys worked it out though…” Jimin looks at you more seriously, “I hope you learned your lesson not to keep things from him again.”

“Yes dad.” You roll your eyes. “I learned, I learned.” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“Ew, save the daddy talk for Jungkook.”

You quirk a brow at him, “I don’t call Jungkook daddy.” You laugh. “But I might if he asked me to.”

Jimin’s face twists into a look of amusement. He doesn’t even look disgusted, just proud. Classic Jimin.

“So, are you all packed?”

“Getting there.”

“You guys will be fine, you know?” Jimin looks at you with a soft, assuring smile.

“Trust me, I know.”

[keyheartsia-dorm]

*Sighs*

I’m bored let’s do a lore dump

It’s a Map~

Oh Yeah I mentioned a Sprinkle of Final Fantasy and KH but I haven’t talked about that Aspect of my Canon At all have I? Well truth be told it’s cause I’m focusing on getting the more Basic Aspects of my Oc’s Before I get into that but Guess who made this Baby on a Whim!

So this is the Map of the Isle of Light well the Main Island at least there are other Littler Bits of land Yet to surface I̶t̶’̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶ ̶A̶d̶d̶ ̶o̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶L̶a̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶h̶a̶ oh yeah did I mention it’s a FLOATING ISLAND!! Yeah P Sick right? Okay so I’ll go into the Island’s History and it’s Area’s but it may have some Spoilers I guess you could say but honestly I wouldn’t wait on me making a full fledged...Anything outta the Story I’ve made like I’ll sum it up (not here but like in general) but comics are hard Videos are hard Fics are hard maybe not individually but this is more of a Anime Series then an Anime movie if you feel me without further ado...Stuff

Oh god this was longer then expected

Some General Background

So The Isle of Light was Originally the Black Forest A Place of Freedom and Expression for all who lead lives who Needed to hide Such and Some Such was The Coven of the Black Forest made up of 3 sisters (not biologically also there was a 4th) they all found comfort and love with each other one being the Princess of the Kingdom nearby (The 4th and Littlest one) She had a fiancé who was Mad with a Lust for power and Control over things he Didn’t need power and control over He Treated the Littlest one Cruelly when the other 3 Decided enough was enough when he did...SOMETHING to Part of the Forest so Horrible it turned Dead and Cruel (Subtle Subtle Hint Hint Wink) When all 3 Of them saw the Ruin They went so mad they turned to Darkness and fought him and all his Manmade monstrosities there when the Princess Arrived there was so much Dark energy everywhere it was Bad like Real Bad So with her friends now monsters she Fought them with a heavy heart her heart broke so much she fell afterwards immediately Unintentionally Sending her Kingdom to somewhere nobody knows where she is though...That’s an even bigger question BUT the story would live on as a Weilder of the key blade who slayed 3 evil witches...(Oh yeah did I mention Crowley knows And that’s Why He Let the Girls Attend because he thought they might be the Black Forest Coven Reincarnated And the Prophecy that when they Awakened the “Keys to their Hearts once more” They’d Free The Princess From her Mirror Prison Oh Yeah also the princess DID Die But her Reincarnation Goes inside a Mirror and is trapped there when she turns 17 and Doesn’t leave until she dIES ALSO ITS HIS OLDEST DAUGHTER THIS TIME ALSO YES HE HAS 2 DAUGHTERS...Okay lemme just calm down..Also yeah she thought of the Princess System) but After a Wish got safe haven for all Keyblade Weilders (I have KH Oc’s other then these don’t ask Longer story they live and basically founded Fortana Haven) I guess the Isle of Light Rose from the Shadow Realm to be just that oh yeah also the Isle of light is literally that kingdom if ya didn’t know

Fortana Haven

(Some Love Nikki BGs for Visualization if I’m Wrong about this from being from Love Nikki Correct me pls and if this is your art sorry and I’ll take it down)

Okay this Place Basically a Modern Fairytale Everything is so Rustic~ but they Have Cafe’s and Stuff~ They’re still very much in Development as a City..or town..or whatever Boss of everything Locket Clover (An OG KH OC) Runs Everything Wonderfully she welcomes everything with open arms and If you wanna run a shop or want a Building for a particular Thing or Activity she’s Pretty open to the idea unless it’s Incredibly Dumb But she will make you get The Wood and Supplies and The Bricks and the Brick Stick Sauce or whatever it’s called she might get give you help constructing but dang is she a firm believer in “DIY” but I like how she’s Determined to Have a Good Balance between Industrial and Rural In fact there is a Mall (God knows how it got there) And that’s pretty much all there is for your Juicy Capitalism Fix She Runs “Hope Stir” Workshop according to Her boyfriend Ephmer It was always Called a workshop but for the longest time she did EVERYTHING Subtle Farmwork And Animal Husbandry ACTUAL Workshop things all cause she wanted to help every Weilder she knew out and made sure they had a place for food and such She is a bit of a Moneyholic but when you’ve been doing what she’s been doing I bet you’d be too overall While it doesn’t have much History yet Fortana Haven (4-Tana is how you say it btw) Is truly well a Haven

The Crowned Castle

(More Pics for Visuals I don’t think this is from love Nikki but if this is your artwork same applies I’m not gonna be the guy who Claims just cause it’s on google it belongs to everybody or something even though yeah I did find it on google)

The...Crown of the Isle of Light Before We came to the Isle for the first time Apparently Everyone In Fortana thought it was Haunted! Which..Fair enough Before we Placed the Princess Medals (Okay QUICK SUMMARY OF THIS BIT Okay so in the KH Mobile game there’s Medals and I wanted them to be in my story basically They’re Memories formed into powers when all my Oc’s Met the Princess’s Of Heart They Each got a Medal Representing them and then the Medals Restored the Castle I left out some details but basically that’s it) This Castle is the BOMB There’s Cool Pretty Princess Room’s And a Bedroom JUST FOR SLUMBER PARTIES!! And it’s just a good Place to Vibe and Hang out with your friends (I’m sorry I’m about to Lore Dumb all over this place) The Princess’s Fiancé Made a Crown for her before she could put it on he put some of his Subconscious in it poor Eden When she wanted to get stronger for Malleus (Malleus is her adoptive big brother and she was upset cause she felt she wasn’t good enough ran away to get power and found the crown) It really did almost completely overtake her I shudder thinking about it “Kachow”...Ew (The fiancé said that a lot ok) a lotta bad stuff happened here but as selfish as this may sound I feel like I earned my spot here and I wanna keep sharing it with my friends

The Matteria Deadland

(Also Imagine some Pointy Mountains and some Lite Mech debris)

Man What to say... So Much Happened here as well probably Tragedy I can’t comprehend there is a few good places about this place though Diane likes to Scavange around Here for Interesting Debris Eden doesn’t like the Air around here but she says she finds Interesting Jewels here and Latte says the same thing so there is good to be found here We all come here every so often to try to help..Anything grow but they don’t call this deadland for nothing but still ya can’t give up hope! I wanna grow some beautiful Lillies here one day! Also hey! Also pretty cool name (Matter-RI-a is how you say it btw) All the sadness that happened here it actually did make the land rich in Metal if nothing else there’s even a whole Cavern we found in the mountains...it almost killed us but we found it

Opal Cove

(also these are Gacha Backgrounds)

Is this Place an Actual Cove? Idk

Is this Place super cool and pretty? Yeah

Is this one of my favorite places in this whole Isle? FRICK YEAH

okay I love a lot about this Isle but Opal Cove!!

Our mermaid friend Mitella I guess “Runs” the Place Our KINDA merman Friend Skye also spends a whole lotta time here Basically it’s a Giant Pool and rumor has it...It’s endless Water...CAUSE IT IS SOMEHOW CAUSE I KNOW weird thing is the Sand it’s at the end of the Isle so there’s not really a beach just...Sand Near Water Odd The Coral Near the Bottom or well “Bottom” Is SO PRETTY it’s like Crystals in the morning the light shines its SO DANG PRETTY I’m glad Mitella is a Sea Witch Or else we couldn’t go so deep underwater it’s SOOO worth it!! She does NOT let a lotta people at once though Heck she doesn’t like Skye that much from what I can tell but she makes an Exception for ~friends~ So...BE NICE TO OUR CUTE MITELLA I’m glad we have a Convient Place for Blitzball practice and also Swimming around with pretty Mermaid Tails (New Nix Mermaid Action Fashion Doll only 25.99! Get it for your Child or they’ll cry!! Also a 5 dollar Boy doll take his Shirt off! That’s it!) Hyde Mi And Skye are kinda an Iconic Trio Mi Also Teaches how to swim with a mermaid tail better for the Weilders who wanna go to Atlantica Hey Mermaids gotta eat so get a Swim Lesson! (And also a transforming Mermaid Doll!)

Bianco Nero Forest

Well tbh I have the least to say because it’s Appeal is simple ADVENTURE AND MYSTERY! Lots can happen in Bianco Nero it’s Basically the Base foundation of the whole Isle! Presumably cause it’s the Black Forest or was at least though it can be dangerous it’s the only place heartless are know to appear in the whole isle (So where you’ll grind In the Video Game that’ll definitely happen :Says the girl who can’t commit to a single comic) They drop all sortsa cool stuff! Heck you can FIND Cool stuff just...Around so..Yeah!!

It’s 2 am maybe I’ll edit this later thanks for reading sorry I got obviously tired by the end goodbye my dearests~ (Seriously y’all deserve like a reward for reading this dumpster fire) I was inspired by those maps in those scholastic books like the Rainbow Fairies I think it was called (Anyone remember those?) that had lil maps in the beginning and also the map’s stickers all on PicsArt

[vocalyunho]

B{oyfriend}est friend

pairing — WooSan x reader (fem)

genre — light angst, smutty smut

word count — 4.5k

warnings — threesome, acts of handjob, blowjob and fingering, overstimulation, explicit sex, a full course meal with a side of cookie all in all.

A/N: So uhm 👉🏼👈🏼 if you think I gave more attention to San, it’s because I involved untold feelings that were kept inside from both San and the reader for many years and that helped make the situation more complicated and heated, so yeah 🌱

San and you have been childhood friends since you were sooo little. You used to live next to each other and go to school together and even though you weren’t in the same school in middle school anymore you’d still meet on some week days and of course on weekends.

San was, also, actually your first kiss. It didn’t mean anything back then...because you just did it to “get it over with”, but it did later. You were kids and many other classmates of yours would go on platonic relationships and give tiny pecks to each other and that made you feel bad. You didn’t have a “boyfriend” to give kisses on your cheeks and lips and you really wanted to know how that felt. So when you said that to San one afternoon, while you were on the playground, he grabbed your cheeks and brought his face so close to yours that you could hear your heart beating in your ears. You still remember how he kept looking at your eyes with his adorable, little, nervous smile and told you “I can be your first kiss if you want to and that’ll be fair because you will be mine too”. And when you nodded he touched your lips for 2 or maybe 3 seconds and then parted again.

This is just a memory of the thousands you have of him and you being together as just friends. But later when you were in high school and still good friends you started having mixed feelings. At first, you’d be happy if he told you he had found a girl he likes and a second later you’d feel jealousy starting to burn your insides. Just the thought of a girl making him feel complete and touching him in places he wanted her the most, made your mind go dizzy.

Even though he had some girlfriends before and even though you knew he was the high school’s heartthrob, you just couldn’t imagine someone else being his favourite girl. But this was only how you felt in high school, you had a tiny crush on him back then, or is this just what you thought it was? Was it only in high school or?

yes! this was only in high school!

You’re both college students now, living in your own apartments and acting like adults as much as you can. You’re studying on the same university, just different departments. He’s an art major and you’re a psychology one, currently both on your second year of studying.

San is, also, the one who made you meet your current boyfriend. Wooyoung and you have been together for about 7 months now and he makes you really happy. He’s kind, respectful, smart and a beast whenever and wherever he needs to be, but you still feel kind of incomplete and that makes you feel guilty, because Wooyoung is so nice and deserves only the best. You really like him, but your mind keeps going back to San and whenever he’s around, your mind doesn’t know who to give more attention to. San is your childhood best friend and also Wooyoung’s closest friend since college started and Wooyoung is your boyfriend that you honestly like, but fuck, you feel like you need them both.

The way San behaves doesn’t help a lot either...he’s being really touchy, he always was, but lately it’s just really weird. He even touches you, hugs you and plays around when Wooyoung is there which he didn’t use to do. He tells you to talk to him whenever you seem down to him, he asks you if you’ve eaten every day and it feels like...he’s taking care of you...a lot. You love this attention from him, but this attention makes you feel things that shouldn’t be welcome, but instead they really are.

Wooyoung, on the other hand, has you in the centre of the world. He takes care of you and you of him, he asks your opinion about everything important to him, you talk every difficulty out and he, for sure, makes you feel good during sex. There hasn’t been a single session in which you haven’t screamed his name, except for the ones where you, both, really had to be quiet. However, sometimes it feels like he notices the way San behaves around you, but doesn’t do anything to stop it...at least, that’s what you assume because neither have San’s actions changed a bit nor Wooyoung has said anything to you.

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Lately, Fridays have been movie nights for Wooyoung, San, Ame and you. You’ve been rewatching all Harry Potter movies together, while eating every unhealthy food you can think of and having fun, but tonight Ame isn’t here. She had to attend a family dinner and left the three of you alone. So far everything has been great and of course you haven’t made San feel like he’s third wheeling even if Wooyoung has tried kissing you and touching you throughout the entire movie. You’re glad San is sitting on the couch closer to the tv, because he can’t hear you whispering to Wooyoung to stop being touchy in front of his friend.

Maybe he’s had enough of your scolding, because now he’s sitting on the other side of the couch and is not snuggling up to you, eyes stuck on the tv screen.

“wait, we haven’t ordered anything and the movie is almost over”, San speaks as he turns his head towards you.

“shit, we forgot with all the chips we got”, you say glancing first at San and then your boyfriend, but Wooyoung doesn’t even try to look at you.

well, this is worrying.

“Maybe we can order when the movie’s over, don’t you dare leave without eating, San” you chuckle on the last part looking at him and he does the same.

“okay, that’s enough!”, Wooyoung speaks as he stands up.

“you two have been flirting in front of me for MONTHS and I’ve tried brushing it off, thinking that this is how you normally act around each other, but I’ve had ENOUGH”.

“what are you talking about, Wooyoung?” San asks, already standing up too.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re being touchy with her all the time, you spend a lot of time with her everyday, you eye her up and down non stop...WE GET IT, YOU WANNA FUCK HER”.

He screamed the last part and San took a step back, looking taken aback.

“Wooyoung stop...non of this is true...why are you being like this, now?” at this point, you’re afraid they’ll fight, so you stand up too.

“it’s true” you hear San speak, looking back and forth Wooyoung and you.

“I wanna fuck her, but I have never tried it because I respect both of you and your relationship”

“San, what are you saying?” you’re so confused, what’s happening right now?

“I’m sorry, Y/N” his face is full of guilt.

San, your best friend, just admitted to Wooyoung, your boyfriend that he wants to fuck you? This will not end well at all, but this is your chance and you need to grab it before it slips away.

“I don’t know if this is a game you’re playing with me right now guys, but if it is please stop it before I fuck you both”

They snapped their heads towards you so quick.

“WHAT?”

“you heard me San, you heard me both”

“are you serious?”

“never been more before”

“I mean...if San’s okay with that...” Wooyoung speaks softly all of a sudden, but you both heard him well. He was mad a minute ago, but seems chill now.

You didn’t expect him to be open to that so quickly, you thought he’d be after a little convincing, but does that turn him on for him to agree to something like that so fast?

“I-I’d love to-” San says.

“okay but I’m not taking anyone without a condom on”

“let’s take care of that later”

Wooyoung took your hand and guided you to the bedroom in a second.

San must be following you both because when Wooyoung pinned you to the wall, you could see San behind him staring at you. He attacked your neck so fast that your eyes closed instinctively and your hands stuck on the wall trying to hold on it, but failing.

“listen, San” Wooyoung started saying between kisses “you’re only allowed to fuck her however she wants you to, buddy”

He’s sucking and biting under your ear making your knees weaker and weaker with each bite until a soft moan leaves your lips. If he keeps this pace, you’ll fall on your knees any time, but he knows you too well to let that happen. So, he lets his arms get a hold of your thighs, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist.

San found the armchair in the corner of the room and sat down, probably waiting for the right moment to take his part in the game, but you can see him looking at you with lust in his eyes.

Wooyoung still has you pinned against the wall, his lips travelling from your neck to your lips where he plants sloppy kisses that echo in the room. He’s licking and biting on your lower lip all the time and you thought he just did it for access in your mouth but he already is inside it and hasn’t stopped biting your lip. The moment he squeezed your ass you knew exactly what he was doing. He’s trying to make you moan against him, to let San know how good he’s making you feel without even being inside you yet and probably to turn him on even more. Of course you’ll play along with that...having your boyfriend and best friend being turned on only for you is your dream that’s slowly coming true.

You let your head fall back a little, hitting the wall as you do and a breathy moan with a pinch of a high-pitched meowl comes out of your throat in waves.

“we haven’t even done anything yet, but you’re already doing so well, baby” Wooyoung breathes against your lips.

“I know” you reassure him.

He turns his body and throws you both on the bed with you on top. This is your chance to make him and San go feral, so your hand flies down to his pants, pulling the sweatpants down just enough to reveal his grey underwear and growing bulge. You start grinding against him, up and down with a little pressure to make him feel your core on his member, but you won’t stick to that.

You climb off him and slide down to where his knees rest, as your hand pulls down his underwear. You take him in your hand, stroking him lightly and his eyes shut close in an instant.

“Wooyoungie...I just want a little pre-cum to make my movements easier, can you do that for me?” you speak with innocence.

“I hope so” his voice is caught in his throat.

You could just spit in your hand or use some lube, but that would take all the fun away, so you start pumping him faster and faster until broken moans leave his lips. You have no idea what San could be doing in the corner of the room, but you can’t check right now...not until Wooyoung starts dripping.

“will you...let me fuck you in my favourite position after this?” he says heaving through his nose.

“maybe yes, but later”

Transparent liquid starts dripping from his tip and it’s not much, but enough to spread it all over his member with your hand and make the noises more squeaky and sloppy. You ask more pressure now and especially on his tip as you go up and this can easily get him going but tonight’s a special night, so you stay on his base and bring your lips close to his tip licking around it.

The moment he felt your lips on him, he flinched and held him up on his elbows to see your every action. You took him in your mouth, up to where you can and started blowing him fast until whines left his throat.

“fuuuck that’s it” his head has dropped back, making his Adam’s apple more visible than before.

You bob your head quick, letting your mind get filled with his beautiful sounds and just a second later he becomes more vocal.

“I-I’ll come-” and with two more blows he’s come, but you were ready for that so you parted and turned his member to his stomach to come over himself.

He is loud and all blissed out, but your attention has turned to San now who’s taken his member in his hands, stroking himself with furrowed eyebrows.

“nonono, tonight I’ll help with that” you say motioning for him to come on the bed and he does.

“wait...are you sure? is this okay?”

“yes, Sannie...tonight everything’s fine”, you say helping him on the bed.

He’s already taken off his pants and his underwear is down enough to let his member stick out and

okay this is a big boy.

He’s bigger than Wooyoung, that’s for sure and you kind of expected that in all honesty...but you still don’t know if he’s good.

You hesitate a little because all of this is surreal...you never thought something like this would happen and especially with both your boyfriend and best friend in one room, but you finally grab him from his base and give him a stroke all the way up to his tip.

He sighs loudly and you take your attention from his dick to his eyes as you approach him with your mouth. He follows your eyes just as slowly and the sexual tension that always existed between you has reached the final level now. You haven’t even touched him, but a “fuck” leaves his lips as you still look at each other.

You lick long stripes from the base to his tip, hearing his breath hitch and you can’t help but let a smile appear on your lips. You take him all in once, feeling him in the back of your throat and you start bobbing your head slowly as your hand pumps the part that can’t fit in your mouth. You’d stop everything you were doing if you weren’t so dedicated to make him come, the moment he left out the first noice.

fuck, his voice is raspy.

You were not expecting that. San is usually vocal when he speaks and his voice is quite high...so it must be deeper only in bed. You have to make him feel really good to hear his voice more, so you move faster and faster letting the sloppy sounds echo in the room. San starts hissing and his legs tremble from the stimulation on his member, his moans all husky and deep.

“i-if you only knew how g-good this feels Y/N-“

You could just cum by the way he said your name.

When he becomes louder, you know he’s close so you let your hands do the last part and he comes in tiny spurts that land on his stomach and legs.

Your arms hurt and the position made your knees burn so you flop down between the two boys, San still coming down from this hell of a suck and Wooyoung watching closely your every action on San’s dick. You can’t help but notice that Wooyoung is erected again... so this indeed turns him on.

Suddenly, Wooyoung stands up moving to the night stand and taking out two condoms, giving one to San and tearing up the other one.

“let’s get the game going” he says as he slides the condom on his length.

He holds himself above you, looking lovingly at you.

“San take her pants off, please and I’ll take the rest off” he says and attacks your lips as San is slowly moving to your lower body.

Wooyoung licks your lips as his hands reach the hem of your shirt pulling it up and breaking the session just to take it off. He does the same with your bra, leaving your lips alone to give attention to your breasts. He starts sucking and biting here and there and you’ve gotten so sensitive now that tiny moans leave your throat. If only San came to swallow all of them with his lips...

San is on your left, stood up and looking closely everything that’s going on in front of him, with the corner of your eye you can see that he’s erected again too and with your head you motion for him to come closer. When he does, you grab a fistful of his shirt and collide your lips. Wooyoung is traveling down your body with his lips while San’s are on yours on a slow and gradually sloppy kiss. The moment Wooyoung reaches your panties and slides them down, you leave a hum fill San’s mouth that made him twitch.

“you’re better than I thought you’d be” he says.

“I hope you are, too” you smile against him.

“oh, you bet I am”.

“Wooyoung mate, can you leave this to me?” He’s still looking at you and you know exactly what he’s talking about.

Wooyoung pulls away while San moves to the end of the bed, letting his body down enough to face your core. He kisses up your left thigh, slowly getting closer to where you need him the most and the moment he licks a stripe up your clit, an unintentional cry leaves your mouth. He licks and kisses one after the other as his hand moves to your entrance letting two fingers slip inside you with not too much, but enough force to make you whimper. He starts moving his fingers in and out in a slow but gradually fast pace, your eyes roll on the back of your head and your back arches from the bed when he adds a third finger. He lets them rest inside you and starts drawing circles making your voice get caught in your throat and your legs shake from the stimulation.

“p-please-“

“fuck”

This was Wooyoung who’s stroking himself next to San, his eyes stuck on your face and his ears filled with your noises.

“I-I don’t wanna come just yet, p-please” you try your best to get the words out and in an instant he stops.

Your heart is racing and you can hear a light tapping in your ears from the effort not to come on his fingers.

“can I...do it the way I like it?” Wooyoung asks.

“of course, baby”

He takes his remaining clothing off and gets between your legs as his hands wrap around your waist to lift your hips off the bed and on his thighs. Wooyoung loves it when your lower body is on him, when both of you are putting effort to move and feel good and especially when he can hold you close to him feeling your waist on his fingers.

He’s in your entrance but doesn’t push in just yet, he’s brushing his tip on you wetting himself with your silk but you need him right now so...you grab him and guide him to your entrance, pushing down to get him all in.

This is the first time you made him bottom out in the first push, it hurts, but the feeling of being full outreaches the pain. He keeps you still and his hands tighten around your waist as he pulls out and thrusts hard. A muffled cry leaves your lips, but he doesn’t stop and keeps a fast pace going. He’s hissing and the moment he slows down you push down on him making a loud moan leave his and your lips.

Your entire body is bouncing, fucking yourself on his dick hard, your voice comes out in throaty moans and he seems like he’s close, being more vocal now but you need to get him off. Your pussy clenched around him when he hit your g-spot, making him twitch inside you and his head fell forward from the overstimulation and need of release.

You’re both snapping your hips on each other. Wooyoung is thrusting quick, sighing heavily each time trying to make you both reach your climax. Sweat has formed on your forehead and you’re sure you felt some drops from Wooyoung drop on your stomach, but you like it.

“fuck, don’t stop...I’m close-”

You keep going, pushing down faster and faster, his grip on your waist tightens and when he comes loud and broken moans come out of him. You always loved how vocal he is during sex, it reassures you that you make him feel good and just that is enough to send you to heaven. You keep clenching as tiny cries leave your lips and you let your colours spill out as he pulls out, his condom full of his white liquid.

“you’re so good, baby”

He flops down next to you, your breaths out of control but your mind now is full of San, who’s still standing and his eyes were stuck on how Wooyoung disappeared inside you all this time.

“so” you look at him.

“can you, uhm- come here- no, wait I’ll bring you here” he speaks fast.

“no, it’s fine I can move”.

You slowly stand up with effort, wondering why he wants you to leave the bed, but when see the mirror behind him, you already feel yourself clench around thin air.

“I-”

“you wanna see yourself fucking me”

“y-yeah...if that’s okay with you”

“only if you fuck me hard”

He looks taken aback but doesn’t hesitate to attack your lips as he gets on top of you. The mirror is on your right, which means that if you stay like that you’ll both be able to see your fucked out faces in some minutes. He feels different now though...this entire time he was a little hesitant and insecure about what was happening, but now even the way he’s kissing you is different. He’s more confident and his hands are on a tight grip on your thighs, squeezing them hard. He’s breathing loudly against you, like he’s putting his all in the kiss because he’ll never get to kiss you again and now...you’re kind of afraid about that too.

You moan against him, not knowing what turns him on but you’re willing to try different things in order to find out. You place your hands where his jaw and neck connect, trying to deepen the kiss and maybe make it more personal, showing him that you really enjoy all of this and he bites your lip hard. His tongue slides inside you and so does his member.

You hadn’t even realised he had positioned himself in your entrance, but that doesn’t matter now. He pushed just halfway in and he, for sure, is bigger than Wooyoung but not wider than him.

“all in” you reassure him and return your lips on his instantly.

He pushes once again, making you whimper, but swallowing all your noises with his lips. He starts thrusting and both his tongue and dick are playing games inside you while his hands are probably marking your thighs with the strong hold. It’s not easy for him to move as fast or hard he wants with his lips connected to yours, you know that. So, you break the kiss to let him do as he wants freely.

“tonight’s your chance San, fuck me hard”

He looks at you as he straightens his body and starts pumping in and out of you fast, so fast that you don’t even try to hold on to something. You just let yourself bounce, your mouth open agape on a silent scream and your hands on each side of your face, resting there. He suddenly stops and you’re afraid something happened, but when he moved your legs over his shoulders and hit a completely new spot, all thoughts were gone and only stars were left in your mind.

“ahh, that’s it”

He’s thrusting hard making all your cries sound broken, but his own groans are loud and clear. He’s putting all of his effort to this moment, you can tell that and you can’t keep your eyes open for much but you can see him looking in the mirror and mumbling something that you can’t make out. The overstimulation is unbearable, but this is your only chance to feel him inside you without the guilt eating you alive later. The sweat on his forehead, the muscles on his arms that keep you steady, his hair that’s all over his eyes...fuck he’s so beautiful and he’s yours only for tonight...

“I-I’ll come” he growls and breaks your train of thought.

“wait for me-e”

And in a couple more thrusts, he’s filling the condom with his hot liquid as you cum for the second time this night. He trembled as he came but then stiffened up and your legs feel numb just like your mouth that’s still open, but what’s more important is the situation in front of you. You just came because and with your childhood best friend...the friend that was your first kiss when you were just kids, the friend that spent so many nights and days in your house, playing around with you, helping you or listening to you, the friend that was your crush in high school but never got the guts to let him know...the friend that just said he loves you?

“what”

“I...love you Y/N, I’m sorry” he’s breathing fast in your ear.

“I-”

“no, don’t say anything please...I don’t wanna hurt more”

“San, what ar-”

“I’ve never tried anything like this before” Wooyoung speaks from the bed as he’s come down now.

“me neither” San says slowly getting up from you.

“y-yeah me neither”

What did just happen? No, what did he just SAY?

You thought this would only be an experience, a one night thing and that everything will be back to normal tomorrow...well, as normal as things can be after all this...because there’s no way everything will be the same now that your boyfriend saw your best friend fucking you and vice versa.

But...just 3 words made the situation even worse. How will you face Wooyoung and San after hearing this and especially how will San face you both after saying this? You’ll either find out or you’ll both let this go like it never happened...

[bearpillowmonster]

Xenoblade Definitive Nonspoiler Review (Gameplay)

The combat is pretty simple but it gets better after the first little bit. If I were to add something to it, it would be to push the analog stick in a certain direction at certain points for more damage. It already has you pressing B at the beginning of the battle, just more of that. 

Some moves are more effective from "the side" or "behind" but your enemies move so frequently (unless you topple them) that you may be on the side when picking the move but that doesn't mean you will be by the time Shulk hits it. Same goes with Monado arts, there's that one move that you use when an enemy is inflicted with Break so that you topple them and it takes so long to activate that the break effect wears off before you even get to use it. Same with the Daze. I've felt so cheated so many times by that alone, I could keep going though. So many moves wasted.

Enemies can topple you, rendering you helpless and if they choose to use a special move right after then you're screwed because your party members are more than likely toppled too. That mechanic is stupid, I get that enemies can do what you do to them but it's not satisfying. 

You can play as a good variety of characters and they all have different weapons and move sets. Also your health auto-replenishes after a battle so healing is just during battles as certain characters moves. There’s an affinity system, so any NPC (and Playable characters for that matter) with a name can get put into the affinity log. You can also trade with them which is pretty cool especially considering you might need a specific item but don’t have the money to buy it (you will have the money) but relationship points are nice too, it kind of reminds me of the villagers in Minecraft but it puts you in the world a bit better.

The day and night cycle initially stressed me out but you can just change it if need be in the menu which is really handy because sometimes NPCs or a mob is only there during day or night.

But the quirk for playable characters is that reaching certain levels unlocks a “heart to heart” scene and if you know me, then you know I’m into that cheesy goodness. You see where they are on the map but it’s not like “Should I do this one with Fiora or Reyn or...?” They’re already set up for specific characters and have to be unlocked after certain main story events and relationship levels. Coming on top of that is that characters getting discouraged in battle, it doesn’t happen often but when it does, you can encourage them and that’s really cool because it improves stats.

Seems like even if a party member is in your reserves (you can only have 3 to fight with, the rest are interchangeable) then they still get the exp so you don't have to worry about grinding up a specific character, they're all pretty even. The one thing that doesn't improve is affinity, you need to have them in your party to improve that. All in all, it really just comes down to your level, who you have in your party, and luck, if you can't beat a battle, just switch around your party.

Sometimes you use a Monado art only for the boss to use a special move right after (which a Monado art would've come in handy with dodging that) but then you have to rely on using your teammates. You can't switch characters in battle and can only use links when they're available but whenever there's a special move coming, you can warn a party member and you can pick the move that you think most appropriate. A lot of time I heal or revive party members only for them to be killed straight after, or another party member already heals them, so it didn't matter if I used the move but it still counted. You can choose to have the party members stay near you and such but most of the time, I had worse things to worry about. Plus sometimes the enemy can just change targets in the middle of a special move, so if you used shield bullet, you better hope it's on the right person. Despite all this complaining, somehow the gameplay felt like just enough to make the grinding not as bad as it could’ve been because you know there’s a lot of it.

With the affinity system, it says a character’s “likes” and “dislikes” so you can increase relationships between characters by giving gifts from your spoils. And accept as many side quests as you can because chances are that they’re just clearing out specific monsters that will be in your way anyway. I’ve finished more side quests unintentionally than intentional. Plus, accepting missions can increase relationship, specifically with Reyn because he likes to help people.

Speaking of monsters, this game can be compared to Monster Hunter, there are so many different varieties and drops you can get, I take out certain ones just to put them in my index because they look cool. The one thing about the Monster Hunter games is that they lack any motivation or story and this game has plenty. The chests stay in place even if you die. I actually left some at Eryth Sea and came back multiple times and they were still there after most of the story (we’ll call it an experiment but the truth of the matter is that new enemies spawned and I couldn’t beat them at the time)

QUESTS I have a small complaint about the quest system. So you can set a side quest as active, except for the Colony 6 items, but in order to see where the location is, you have to be in that area. So imagine there’s one in Colony 6 for example, you’re in Colony 9, it’ll tell you it’s there but not where you should teleport. You teleport somewhere in Colony 6 and then it tells you where the side quest is. Why couldn’t I just go there directly?

Another small gripe, it auto saves but you can also manually save but if you die it doesn’t load the most recent one, it automatically goes to the auto save but you can manually load your manual save and it’ll be right where you left it but the enemies still respawn. It’s confusing because with auto save, I’ll find chests from the battle I just failed in, so did I still get the exp?

Normally with open worlds, you end up exploring all the parts but even if you count side-quests, that doesn't account for the vastness, I was surprised at just how much you can explore. I wanted to dip my toes in earlier but I realized "We're already past that section!" (story-wise) it just keeps expanding. Luckily, it's like Skyrim and you can fast travel and go back and do stuff you might've missed. It kind of justifies that it holds your hand trying to navigate you but I'm not complaining.

The side quests don't offer much, just kind of a time filler but I wanted to get the full experience so I played all of the Alcamoth as well as Colony 9 quests that I could get, to see if I got anything special (both day and night), yeah there's nothing special, I'm not sure if it does anything if you beat every side quest in the whole game but there's a ton. I worked on Colony 9's affinity a bunch so that I could unlock more, but I finished all the quests so what you need to do is talk to all villagers with a name and trade, I could never get to 5 stars so I quit and I’d rather be playing missions instead of hunting down villagers all day. Why did I try it though? For Desiree, she has a quest and I was interested in it, it even involves Dorothy. You'd think I'd be super buff and stuff for finishing everything in those two areas but no, not really, it certainly helped but I was very under leveled at various points, a habit that I have with RPGs because I hate grinding.

[multifandomficsx]

Snowman (Loki X reader)

Loki x reader (18+) 

warnings: Smut,Smut,Smut, thigh riding, Loki is kinky

hey guys, this is a new Loki oneshot please show it some love. you can also find it here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/SamHartwell and https://www.quotev.com/samhartwell my fics and stories get post there first so if you want to read the new chapter first then I suggest following me there as well!!! anywho enjoy!

Loki had a flair for the dramatic so when his current girlfriend of a year told him that she'd be performing at Jazz at Lincoln Center he had to make an appearance. She had recently dropped a Christmas album and it had been widely received by Jazz critics all over the country and it was only natural that she had scored a gig at one of the most prestigious performance centers in NYC. 

He watched the snow fall outside as they were only a few weeks out from Christmas. A black coffee from Starbucks was the only thing keeping his hands warm from the frigid cold. The lights strung up in the trees really made everything picturesque and perfect and the way the snow clings to the trees created intricate works of art. 

(Y/N) had made close friends with Thor and the rest of the avengers. Loki couldn't help but brag about her to every single one of them and the fact that they were all here tonight to see her made him glow with pride. Although (Y/N) offered free seats, Tony bought the tickets for everyone anyways. 

"I'm so excited to see (Y/N) perform tonight! Her album has so many bops." Natasha said as she took off her coat and scarf.

" My Brother here sure knows how to pick the best maidens." Thor laughed as he slapped his brother on the back. 

Loki chuckled softly before shrugging. " I guess so" 

Thor pulled him aside from the group under the guise of going to coat check to grab something he forgot in his jacket. 

" Oh come on, that's all you can say? You're quieter than usual tonight brother. All you do is talk about her. What's going on?" Thor asked 

" I don't have to tell you anything." 

" Loki stop, is something happening between you and Lady (Y/N)?" 

  He sighed and pulled a small box out of his pocket. 

"Oh Odin, You're going to ask her to marry you? Why didn't you say something! That is great news!" He yelled in excitement.

" You oaf be quiet. Yes. But lately we haven't been seeing each other that often because she's off either in the studio or doing press shoots and I feel like I'm... not good enough for her."

" She loves you Loki, you can see it in her eyes every time she looks at you. You two are made for each other. Just ask (y/n) and everything will be-"

"Just ask me what?" She asked from behind both of them. 

Both whipped around to find (y/n) standing there in a gorgeous floor length dress that sparkled green. It complemented her body perfectly and she had a dark red makeup look to pull everything together. 

" Are you both gonna stand there with your mouths open or are you gonna say anything." She laughed.

That laugh. The one that rang like church bells in his ears and sounded like the purest thing in the world.

"You're absolutely stunning my queen." Loki said before going up to her and planting a prolonged kiss on her red tinted lips. Her hands tangled in his tie before she pulled away from him.

" Mmm Loki, you're really trying it tonight." She said giggling with a smirk on her face. " I had to see you before the show even if I'm breaking a few rules." "Well I am truly honored." 

"(Y/N)! What are you doing out here! Come backstage we have to make sure your mic is leveled." Her manager barreled out of the stage door. " And who is this? You know you're not supposed to talk to the public unless it's coordinated. We can't have a press scandal." 

" Josh this is Loki my boyfriend." 

"Oh the boyfriend. Well Loki, nice to meet you. (Y/N) we have to go backstage and make sure everything is going according to plan. Maybe have a drink before we start." 

"Ahh yeah. Sure. Sorry baby I'll see you after the show." She said before planting a kiss on his cheek and leaving.

Time skip

"Alright I have one song left for you and it's not on the regular album so you all haven't heard it yet. It will be on the deluxe re-release so hang tight. This song was actually the first one I wrote but I scraped it because it went through so many rewrites. It was originally called reindeer but it was just the worst thing I think I've written..." 

She had the crowd laughing and wrapped around her finger. Loki smiled at her but she didn't seem to acknowledge him once. He wanted to be apart of this and be there for her. 

"This one is called Snowman." 

The band started up into a smooth jazz/pop tune.

"Don't cry snowman, not in front of me Who will catch your tears if you can't catch me, darlin'? If you can't catch me, darlin'? Don't cry, snowman, don't leave me this way A puddle of water can't hold me close, baby Can't hold me close, baby I want you to know that I'm never leaving Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas baby My snowman and me My snowman and me Baby Don't cry, snowman, don't you fear the sun Who'll carry me without legs to run, honey? Without legs to run, honey? Don't cry, snowman, don't you shed a tear Who'll hear my secrets if you don't have ears, baby? If you don't have ears, baby? I want you to know that I'm never leaving 'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'till death we'll be freezing Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons So come on let's go Let's go below zero and hide from the sun I'll love you forever where we'll have some fun Yes, let's hit the North Pole and live happily Please don't cry no tears now, it's Christmas baby My snowman and me My snowman and me Baby"

(Y/N) smiled softly at Loki as she finished the song and wished the crowd a good night.

All he could think about was the way she sang every phrase and the passion that came out of her voice. The way she pressed up against the mic stand and sang closely and intimately with the mic. The way her eyes closed and nose scrunched up as her voice soared.

She came out pretty quickly after the show was over and ran straight to Loki capturing him a large hug.

" I thought you had some press interviews to do after the show?" 

"I canceled those, I missed you." She said whispering the last part suggesting at something else.

" I missed you too my dove," he fiddled with the ring in his pocket " um (y/n) you know I love you and-" 

"Yes."

"What?"

"I said yes. I will marry you Loki." 

"How did you know?" 

"I found the ring a few weeks ago I was just waiting for you to ask me." 

"Bloody Brilliant. You never cease to amaze me." He said before leaning in. 

"Now let's get out of here before I take you in a broom closet."

(Y/N) blushed fiercely before retaliating " Actually I might like that." Now it was Loki's turn to flush before ushering her out of the concert hall.

As soon as the door closed behind them their hands were all over each other's bodies and somehow in the process (Y/N) had been pinned up against the wall. She called out his name as if it was the only word in her vocabulary begging for him to continue.

The kiss was sloppy and needy but passionate and loving. His hands ran from her thighs up to her hips where his Icy fingertips latched on, seemingly holding on as if his life depended on it. He loved the feeling of her skin, smooth and soft to hold. Her hands tangled in his hair lightly tugging at it while slowing grinding into him knowing it drove Loki absolutely mad. Breaking the kiss he pressed his nose against her neck breathing heavily, ghosting his lips over the delicate skin there.

" If you keep doing that you'll have to pay for it." 

"Then make me pay."

He growled in response before hoisting her up wrapping her legs around his waist and carrying her into the bedroom as if it were nothing. She landed on the bed with a thud and Loki came not to long after giving her no time to Recuperate.

"What am I gonna do with you? For the past 3 months I've barely seen you and tonight you're practically begging for me." 

"Loki I'm yours."

He wouldn't admit it but that phrase gave him shivers and made his cock harder than it's ever been.

" you are mine. Not that managers, not The presses. Mine. And only mine."

"Only yours, my king."

His mouth crashed into hers with a fury she hadn't seen since the day they first had sex. She melted into him flinging her arms around his neck before sliding her tongue across his bottom lip. He pulled away causing her to whine.

" I'm in control tonight, you don't get to call the shots."

His lips then attacked her neck knowing exactly where to kiss, suck, bite and lick to have her squirming. Her dress has slid off in the process of getting her to the bedroom and was discarded somewhere in the hallway. The collarbone was always the way to get her submissive and boy she just fell into a pool of whimpers as he got to it. With a smooth unclasping the bra was gone. (Y/N) shivered at the sudden cold air and moved to press up against Loki as a heat source. But sooner or later his shirt came off and her hand ran over his fit upper body. He was perfectly lean in all the right places and muscular in all the others.

In one swift movement he put her on top as he sat with his back against the headboard. (Y/N) fit perfectly straddled in his lap.

" I want you to get yourself off on my thigh." He said starkly causing her to blush a deep red. " It seems like the only fitting punishment and after I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't even think about anyone else."

(Y/N) just nodded and made quick work of her panties and straddling over his thigh. The moment she started rocking her hips was the moment of no return. Embarrassed of how turned on she was getting the friction between his pants and her womanhood was heavenly. He watched her as she became unraveled above him. They way she threw her head back in pleasure and the soft moans and whimpers kept him hard. She suddenly felt pressure build in her lower abdomen and she knew her release was coming.

"Loki, I'm gonna..." she whines as her pace quickened. 

"You're gonna what doll? Say it."

" I'm gonna cum." She said basically screaming with pleasure.

Her toes curl and her body jerked and right before she could reach her high Loki flipped them back over.

"You thought you were going to cum before I let you? No, no. You'll cum when I tell you." He said before removing his pants and boxers.

" I want to hear your cries," he snarls, breath shallow, " I want to hear every ravished whisper."

She felt his thickness against her thigh and she bit her lip in excitement. He rubs his length between your thighs and along your very wet slit before pressing at her entrance. (Y/N) let out a surprised moan as she felt him stretching her open. Loki grips onto her hips, easing himself inside as she moans longingly, burying her face into his chest.

"Please," was all she could muster as he squeezed around him.

"My pleasure," he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in hard.

She yelps loudly, gripping onto the sheets with white knuckles. He does it again picking up speed, rattling her and the bed. His grunts turn into pants and heaving breathes. Her eyes have rolled into the back of her head as she cries out enraptured whispering his name when she's not screaming it. Her eyes flutter close as she grasps onto anything that seems like a good anchoring point.

"Open your eyes (Y/N)" he demanded before one hand grabbed your chin and turned her head back toward him.

She met his eyes watching his expression as he drove into her, making her body spasm and shake as the lightning started to return. Writhing beneath him, he came down on (Y/N), kissing her heatedly as her fingers claws mercilessly at his back. She felt him twitch and shudder inside her and they were both approaching their climactic high.

"Cum for me." And that was all (Y/N) needed to let go. Screaming in pleasure, he moans into her neck, his head dipping and nuzzling between her breasts as he released inside her.

(Y/N) whimpered, holding onto the back of his head and neck.

"I missed you." She finally said again repeating what was said earlier.

[thegizka]

Her Name

Kirito works part-time at the Dicey Cafe to help cover the costs of attending college and gaming. He's usually good at remembering repeat customers, but for some reason, he can't seem to get this girl's name.

Written for Writer's Month 2019 Day 3: Coffee Shop AU.

Note: I do not own any aspect of Sword Art Online.

Read it on Ao3.

The first time he met her, she ordered a flat white.  It was an annoying drink to make.  Getting the right texture of the milk was tricky, but she had a cute smile, and when she thanked him, he felt like she meant it.  She took her drink and left the cafe and his thoughts.  He hadn’t bothered to ask for her name.

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The next time he met her, she ordered a London Fog.  It was late.  He had been counting down the last half hour before close, debating whether to sneak in a few hours of sleep or power through his programming project and hope for the best.  When she slipped into the quiet cafe, bulging school bag slung over one shoulder, she had that desperate look in her fatigued brown eyes that meant she was also firmly entrenched in the finals slog.

“Late night?” he asked as he began steaming her milk.

“Psychology paper,” she admitted, smiling tiredly.  “I figured I’d need some caffeine to get me to the end of it.”

“And you’re going with tea?  A few shots of espresso would be more effective.”

She chuckled.  It was a refreshing sound.

“I only need fuel for a few hours.  I do plan on sleeping at some point tonight.”

“Well good luck with the paper,” he said, firmly fitting a lid onto her to-go cup.

“Thanks Kirito.”  She gave him a smile as she left.  It threw him off a little to hear her say his name.  She must have picked it up from his nametag.

When he trudged into his room that night, he remembered he’d left his nametag on his desk, but he was already resignedly thinking of that programming project and didn’t have the mental capacity to wonder how she’d known his name.

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The third time he met her, the next semester was well underway.  It was a slow Tuesday afternoon, and Kirito was hoping he’d get to go home early when she entered with a whirl of energy in the form of a short, purple-haired girl.  They both carried a few shopping bags and were chatting as though enjoying a day free of homework and worries.

“Okay Yuuki, pick whatever you want.  I’ll treat.”

“You mean it?”  The purple-haired girl’s eyes lit up.  “Even if I pick one of everything?”

This led to another round of giggles.  Kirito prayed she was joking.

Yuuki ordered a chocolatey frappuccino with whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, and extra chocolate blended into it.  Her friend ordered an iced macchiato.  They were too busy chatting together for Kirito to have a chance to ask her name.  When they left, it felt like they took all of the energy with them.

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The fourth time he met her, she came in during a rush.  As the weather warmed, the Dicey Cafe had gotten busier.  They were also running a buy-one-get-one special for their more popular iced espresso drinks, which had really drummed up business amongst the college crowd.

Kirito barely had enough time to look up and register she was there between making drinks.  His coworker Klein was manning the register while he fulfilled the orders, so he didn’t get the chance to ask her name and write it on her cup.  He was working through the line of drinks so quickly that by the time he’d called a name with a finished order, he’d already be looking at the next one.  So he didn’t notice when it was finally her turn or when she picked up her iced cinnamon latte, and by the time he glanced up and saw her leaving, he had already made a handful of other drinks, had called a handful of other names, and could not remember what hers had been.

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The fifth time he met her, he didn’t know it was her.  He had been playing Sword Art Online, a new VRMMORPG that was taking up the majority of his free time.  He usually preferred grinding levels and advancing skills on his own, and he’d be lying if he said his reputation as the mysterious Black Swordsman didn’t make him a little proud.  But periodically he’d take time to explore the open world and enjoy the game design amongst the more mundane tasks like shopping and eating.

He was studying the menu at a tavern in a small town in one of the upper levels when she entered wearing a simple brown cloak.  She took a seat at a table in a far corner and ordered hot tea, settling in as though waiting for someone.  Kirito barely gave her a glance.  It was a bit unusual that she kept her cloak on and hood up, but towns were safe spaces, so whatever shady behavior she might be engaged in couldn’t affect him much.

By the time his food arrived, two men in similar brown cloaks had joined her, ordering their own drinks.  They discussed something in low voices.  A few papers were pulled out and consulted.  It was obvious they were trying to plan something, even though they were attempting to be discreet.

They got up to leave while he was debating what to try for dessert.  Eating virtual food was a strange sensation.  His nerve impulses indicated taste, texture, and a sense of being full, but as soon as he logged off, he knew he’d be hungry after playing nonstop for several hours.  It was an amazing development in virtual reality, but he wondered about potential long-term effects of such sensory stimulation.  He’d have to ask his programming professors how much research had been done about it.

She lingered behind her companions a moment, talking to the server.  He thought he felt her eyes on him, but when he looked up she was pushing through the door.  Kirito caught a glimpse of a white and red uniform and brown hair.  Something familiar tugged at his memory, but he couldn’t identify what it was.

When the server stopped at his table, Kirito was ready to order, but paused when a plate of tiramisu was set in front of him.

“The Lightning Flash sends her regards,” the server said with a smile, depositing a neatly folded piece of paper on his napkin before turning away.  Confused and a little suspicious, Kirito carefully picked it up and read the note.

It’s the closest thing I’ve found to the delicious espresso from the Dicey Cafe.  You’ll have to let me know if you agree next time I stop by.  ~Asuna

Asuna…  The name sounded a little familiar, but he couldn’t connect it to a face.  Obviously it was someone who knew him in the real world.  How else would she know where he worked?

Honestly, he knew more about the Lightning Flash than her real identity.  She was as notorious as he was, skilled with a rapier and known for incredibly fast multi-hit combos.  He hadn’t seen her in action--he hadn’t been sure she was even a girl until a moment ago--but he respected the abilities she must have to earn such a reputation.  It made him doubly curious to figure out who she was.

When he knew, he’d have to tell her that the tiramisu was, in fact, delicious.

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The sixth time he met her, it was a few days before the end of the semester.  Several students had already moved back home for the summer.  Kirito had plans to continue working at the Dicey Cafe since he was living with his aunt and cousin Suguha only short bus ride away.  It would be good to earn some extra pocket cash without having to balance work with school.  He had his eye on a new VRMMORPG, Alfheim Online, which would be released in a month and a half, and he wanted to upgrade his dive system.

She ordered an iced white mocha with an extra shot.

“So?” she asked expectantly before he could request her name to write on her cup.

“So...what?”

“The tiramisu.  What did you think?”

Kirito’s brain momentarily short-circuited as the pieces fell into place.

“Asuna?”

“Yes?” she asked, a little confused.

“You’re the Lightning Flash?’

“Surprised?”  She grinned.

“Maybe a little,” he chuckled nervously.  She looked more like the preppy rich type, not a gamer.  The amount of time she must spend playing to reach her skill level was disproportionate to his impression of her.

“Well I suspected you were the Black Swordsman from the start,” she declared proudly, sticking a straw through the lid of her drink.  “There’s something about your loner attitude that seemed just right.”

“What?”  He was at a loss for words.  He wasn’t sure Klein even knew his in-game persona.  How had she figured it out?  And what did she mean by “loner attitude”?

“We should team up sometime.  I’ve been thinking of leaving my guild.  There are too many rules and strategy meetings, though it is convenient to have a lot of allies for these upper level dungeons.  I wouldn’t mind doing more side-quests and challenges, though.  That’s how you learned to dual-wield, right?”

“You sure know a lot about my gameplay.”

“I guess you could say I’m a fan of sorts.”

Was he imagining a slight blush on her cheeks?  He must be.  It seemed too unlikely to be real.

“You’d better accept my party request when I send it,” she declared as she turned to go.  “Otherwise I’ll challenge you to a match and beat you for standing me up.”

“What?  That seems a bit extreme.”

She flashed him a dangerous smile, and for a moment he saw a cunning and confidence befitting her in-game reputation.

“See you later Kirito.”

“Yeah, bye Asuna.”

Asuna...  Finally, he knew her name.

[iampikachuhearmeroar]

y’know i think the whole reason i haven’t been bothered to start dating is bc over the years, i’ve just become comfortable with being on my own all the time. like I don’t feel the pressure to always have a partner and I feel like if I ever start dating at any point..... I don’t feel like i’d easily forget who i am and just make myself 1000% like that person. like obvs i have absolutely no idea whether that’d happen or not.

but I just feel like i won’t.... like i would’ve if I’d started dating much much earlier, like in high school, for example.... where i ended up posting a “im so lonely and sick of being single” etc type status at one point.... partly bc i was really lonely at 16 and also bc well... as a joke bc everyone had to post at least one of those statuses during high school lmao.

then there’s also me not just throwing myself at any chance to get fucked by creepy guys like “let me give you sex lessons in the back of my car” guy or bar creeper weasel mcfuck guy..... all because of the pressure that those fucking creepy dudes were giving me bc i kept refusing their advances.... and i also refused to just fuck anyone bc that’s just what you’re supposed to do in your late teens (sex lessons guy) and well into your 20s (bar creeper weasel mcfuck guy) apparently. but no. i have my fucking standards. and those creeps didn’t fucking meet them. so i had every fucking right to continually reject them and stay single.

and besides the point, im just so used to being on my own now that if someone came in to be my partner; they’d have to be fucking okay with me being me.... and except that i won’t give myself up entirely to become exactly like them or whatever. I know who I am (mostly) and why should I fucking sacrifice that for some stupid ass dude????

and also now, i will never take the dumbass line of “oh I’ll fix this dude bc he’s so broken and that’ll fix me too!!!” like i thought when i was depressed and anxious in 2011 and had a really bad and kind of obsessive crush on one of the hella popular dudes in my year at catholic school. because i now know that love doesn’t fix people fully. and if any dude pulls that act on me, im happy to fucking leave as soon possible. because it’s his job to fix himself through therapy with a fucking professional therapist; and not some random woman that they pick up off of a dating app’s responsibility.... to pick up his broken pieces and build him up and all that bullshit that shitty dudes I know share on fb all the time.

anyway yeah. my point is that im happy on my own now bc im so used to being single.... that if I ever started dating I wouldn’t forget who I am and think that I have to completely change myself for the sake of the other person and become exactly like them; like I would’ve when I was younger. and that i also just feel comfortable being single now and that it’d be so strange to have a partner that likes me lmao.... but they’d have to accept me as i am bc I’ve accepted who i am and I won’t change (mostly) for anyone, other than for myself.

like yes I know you change in relationships... and that you learn different things about yourself and other people during the time you spent in those relationships. and I also know that you learn skills like negotiation and compromise etc in relationships. but you also learn 1,000 things about yourself when you don’t date too early...... and don’t fall into the pressure of “hook up culture” that’s so hardly pushed on people from 18-25, bc of tinder becoming huge in the 2010s. you learn 1000 things from all the different people you reject because you realise that you have standards; and that those said people don’t meet them (even if they seem ridiculous to other people). you learn that you’ve kept yourself safe from people that don’t give a fuck about you. you also learn relationship skills in this process as well.

like I learnt from my stalker in 2012, that I could do far better than him and all of his abusive/controlling behaviours and tendencies.... and his constant habit of painting me as a weak and defenceless woman that he had to save & protect all the time. on his side however, i was basically his manic pixie dream girl who had to fix him instead. I learnt from him that neither of those archetypes were desirable to base a relationship on. after all, i was on the road to fix myself.... and if I’d let this bs get to an actual relationship..... i knew it would’ve damn near killed me, and not him.

i knew that “I’ll give you sex lessons in the back of my car” dude was a cunt in 2014...... bc not only did he not care about my sexual safety and not accept any of my refusals for his said “sex lessons”..... he did not respect that i wanted to be called by my either of my names, and not the names that he deemed to be “much easier and more respectful” to have..... because they were both typical white girl names (Gwen or Alannah instead of gwladys or ilona). and then, obviously, he was one of the many guys that were angry at me bc i refused to lose my virginity by 15 like “normal people”. I knew that a decent dude would accept that I wanted to be called by MY ACTUAL FUCKING NAME/S and not ones suggested by them so they could deem me “more socially acceptable” to them. I knew that a respectful dude wouldn’t give me the “you should’ve fucked someone by the time you were 15!!” etc etc lecture that this fuckwad gave me.

I learnt from bar creeper weasel mcfuck in 2017, that again, I could do far better.... but also that his behaviours were fucking creepy and not normal. because surely no honest & decent man would try to confiscate/steal etc a fucking grown woman’s phone in a bar/pub just because she keeps refusing his kisses/grindings on the dancefloor????? and also feels the need to escape his shitty behaviour???? and also because he was angry at her bc she rang someone else to take her home.... instead of wanting to go back to his place???? like a decent dude would accept those choices, right???

I knew by this time that his behaviour of constantly separating me from my friends so that they couldn’t see/hear his disgusting comments and behaviour was manipulative as fuck.... as much as his overly forceful tendency that night; to try and get me to smile and try to control my behaviour to make it look like I was “having fun” on his terms, and not mine..... with comments like: “why the fuck don’t you fucking smile??? why the fuck don’t you look like you’re having a good time??? fucking smile for me bitch!” I knew by 22, that this was toxic fucking behaviour and not a behaviour that I wanted in lover/partner. I knew that if I couldn’t tolerate this treatment during that entire night... then I couldn’t tolerate it for an entire relationship.

I knew in literally the first 3 minutes of talking to him.... where I was supposed to let him look at my phone over my shoulder all the time... while I was banned from looking at his phone except from adding him on fb..... and that he expected me not to be offended by demeaning comments about me doing an arts degree.... but I was then supposed to wholly support him wanting to “study fashion” when he literally dressed like he’d rolled out of a fucking dumpster in the 2000s..... and literally fucking smelt like it as well.... and other troubling shit that I’ve written whole novel-length posts about on this hellsite about him lmao. but you get my point. I knew in these few first minutes to an hour, that he was not someone that I’d like to sleep with/have a relationship with etc etc. we just didn’t fucking mesh. he disgusted me. and I infuriated him by just existing and wanting to leave him behind without a “girl to score with” that night.

I knew I deserved better than him, despite his godawful comments and behaviour and his ultimate belief that I’d stoop so low to go home with him that night and fuck him.... and let him treat me like shit (bc i was scared of him that whole night tbh) for the whole time he did so, was fucking laughable. no. I will not fuck you, man who thinks it’s attractive to tell a woman that “I just can’t help but grab your pussy in that dress!!! bc you’re soooo sexy in that dress! it’s your fault you’re so sexy in that dress!!! fucking kiss me! why the fuck won’t you kiss me???!”. i knew deep down in myself that I could do so much fucking better than him and that i should never go home with a dude that treats me like im 16 and not 22 (at the time). I knew that I would never feel or be safe around this guy, with the way he wanted to confiscate/steal my phone from me and practically leave me completely stranded with him all night... to enforce some monitoring of my behaviour on his watch only, and not mine.

so. to conclude. don’t listen to anyone who tells you that the only way you learn about life is when you’re in a long-lasting & hopefully wholly healthy long-term relationship.... or when you have a long term slutty phase whereby you just date anyone for the sake of dating anyone so that you can fuck around with no strings attached...... or just by being in shitty relationships/shitty situationships; just because you feel like you have to be in them because everyone around you are relationships or going through their 20s slutty phases/situationship phases.

because you learn just as much about yourself and your expectations and standards in partners...... by the way of the people that you reject, and their treatment of you when you constantly rebuff them. you realise your worth and the treatment that you really deserve from the shittiest people..... who try their godawful manipulative tactics on you in the first few hours that you’ve met them physically or talked to them online.

[jj-lynn21]

You will remember things that we never said ch 5

Warning: SMUT, angst, fluff

ch 1,  ch 2,  ch 3, ch 4  ch 6  ch 7

Axel sits down to work on a new guitar tat on Mick’s right forearm.

“I’m kind of surprised Steph isn’t here praising you while you do this,” Mick chuckled.

“She’s hung out here a few times,” Axel carefully traces the outline of the tat.

“You two worked things out after that fight last weekend?” Mick prods.

“We’re good.” Axel starts in with the ink.

 “You fuck her yet?” Axel grinds deeper and wipes the blood from Mick’s arm with a clean alcohol pad. “Fuck Axel watch it there. I guess that’s a no. She looks tight as fuck. Probably a virgin. You ask her that yet.”

Axel glares at him pull the needle from Mick’s skin. “She’s not a virgin, she’s tight as fuck and we didn’t have sex. Now do you want me to finish this tat or not?”

“Yeah Axel, that’s why I came here.” Mick stared out the window. “Just don’t grind my arm again.”

“Don’t give me reason to then.” Axel goes back to work adding a little color how Mick wanted it. “She is coming to my place after the show Friday. Maybe I should offer to pick her up early since I’m assuming the rest of her friends will be at your show.”

“I think you should definitely do that Axel.” Mick grins.

Axel grins as he works on Mick’s tat for two hours. When he was done Mick told him what a great job he did before leaving.

Axel texts Stephanie.

         Axel:

         What’s up?

         Stephanie:

         Just studying. How’s work?

         Axel:

         Just put a new tat on a real dick.

         Can I pick you up at 8pm Friday?

         Stephanie:

         Sure 😊

        Axel:

        Cool, love you.

        Stephanie:

        😊 love you.

The rest of the week seems to move at a snail’s pace for them both. On Wednesday when Stephanie is coming out of the art building Axel is waiting in his truck.

She gets in shutting the door before looking at Axel. “This is a nice surprise.”

Axel nodded. He parked in a secluded parking area. “Come here.”

Stephanie moves closer. Axel pulls her to straddle his lap as soon as she is closes enough. He brings her face down kissing her hard. Attacking her mouth with his. She holds his biceps. He moves his hands down her bod. His lips move to the back of her neck and up to her ear he whispers, “I need to fuck you so bad Stephanie. I want to work my lips down your body. Spent time lingering over your tits.  Nip at your sensitive areola. You’d love that baby, wouldn’t you? You have been thinking about me going down on that pussy?”

“Yes,” She murmurs “You want to go to my dorm right now, Axel?”

He looks up at Stephanie with a grin, “I do but I don’t think that’s the best idea.” He leans his head down in the cleavage of her shirt. A hand moves up to caress her right breast as Axel drags his tongue between them both.

Stephani whimpers. “Why Axel?”

Axel looks up at her. “Your roommate isn’t my biggest fan.”

“Why is that Axel?” She ran her hands along the nap of his neck. “What happened to give her the idea you were such a bad guy for me?”

He shakes his head. “Fuck Stephanie. I am a bad guy.”

She leans away from Axel but puts her hand on his cheek. “You’re not Axel. Everyone makes bad decisions sometimes but that doesn’t make them bad. Tell me what happened?”

“I fucked her girlfriend.” Axel looked down closing his eyes. “Do you really want to hear this Stephanie?”

She moved off him to sit on the passenger side. “Well, since you said that so bluntly, I think I really need to hear the rest of the story. You couldn't have possibly taken advantage of some girl. Tell me you didn’t Axel?” She looked to him like her heart was breaking.

Axel looked straight ahead. “I was a different person five years ago. And her girl, Lisa, was bisexual. I thought that was fucking cool. I was doing cocaine and pills, anything to escape on the weekends. Derick has never put up with that shit. He kicked my ass out which is why I have my own apartment so maybe it was a good thing. Fuck, I was so reckless. And she was so willing. She wasn’t shy like you Stephanie…”

Stephanie bit here lip as she looked at his profile.

Axel didn’t want to see her reaction until he was finished. “Stephanie, I didn’t even know what I was doing then. I swear I love you and I hope this doesn’t destroy us. I’m sure you will hear some version of this from Bella so I might as well confess what I remember. I was always so fucked up for shows. I barely remember performing. Lisa was always there with Bella. The three of us even had a night together that I don’t have a memory of other than waking the next morning with Lisa between us. It was so fucked. 

The only time I gave Lisa any attention was when I was fucked up and wanted to fuck her, and she was the same, I think. I can’t even fucking remember if she even tried to talk to me when we were not completely out of it. I don’t do that shit anymore. Last weekend I drank to much and Todd and Derick were pissed. I’m sorry I thought you were fucking that other guy Stephanie.”

“Axel, we’re past that I hope.” Stephanie reaches to take his hand. “Where’s Lisa now?”

Axel looks over at her. His eyes glistening with tears he is holding back. The pain of what he is recalling on his face. “There is no way anyone especially Bella should forgive me, but I tried to talk to her about moving past this shit. I woke in the ER one morning. The pain was intense, I had a few broken ribs and a broken arm. The police came in to talk to me. I didn’t remember shit. Derick told me later I rolled my car. Lisa went to live with her Mom in California. I went to rehab. Bella has never forgiven me for taking her girl away. And I don’t blame her even if I have changed.”

“Sounds like Lisa wasn’t a hundred percent Bella’s girl to begin with.” Stephanie laid on his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her. “It was another life Axel. I don’t feel that’s you anymore. I understand why you said no drinking tonight. Its best we both make the decision to be together for the first time with a clear head.”

Axel looks at her stunned, “You still want to fuck me?”

Stephanie smiled, “Not right at this moment but yes Axel I’ll still spend the night with you tomorrow. You say you’re a bad guy,” She grins. “Maybe I’m a bad girl.”

Axel chuckles, “Trust me Stephanie, you’re not a bad girl at all. The type of bad girl I thought I liked would have fucked me the first time I had her alone.” He pulls her in closer for a lingering yet gentle kiss. “The type of bad girl the old me would have wanted would have fucked me in this truck and knew exactly how to get me off with her hands and mouth.”

Stephanie looked down, “I’m sorry I’m so inexperienced Axel. Maybe you still want a girl like that?”

Axel tilts her head back up, “No, I want to teach you everything you don’t know. I want you to cum when we have sex. I know you don’t know true pleasure, but I want to show you how many ways we can satisfy each other. Will you let me show you?”

“Yes,” Stephanie murmurs.

“That’s my good girl,” He smiles a little. “I should get you back to your dorm. You need to try to get some studying done so I can have you the rest of the weekend. If you want me that long?”

Stephanie giggled, “We’ll see.” She sat up and snapped her seatbelt.

“You’re going to fucking destroy me.” He pulled up to her build.  “Come here.”

She undid her seat belt before leaning over to him. He took her face in his hands to kiss her.

Stephanie takes a breath as he pulls back. “I think its you who will destroy me.” She giggled.

His eyes fall over her. His blank look returns to his face. “I think that was established the first time your roommate saw you look at me.”

Stephanie rolls her eyes at him before getting out of the truck. “See you Friday night.”

Axel nods and takes off.

She buckles down on her work. She reads ten chapters in her history book. She finishes a project for English. And she Attempts to completely translate and memorize a section in her Canterbury tales literature book. The wind whips outside breaking her concentration. She glances at the clock seeing its three in the morning. As soon as her head hits the pillow, she is out cold.

Stephanie and Bella come out of their bedrooms at the same time in the morning.

“Breakfast?” Stephanie asked her.

Bella twisted her mouth in contemplation.  “Yeah, I should probably eat and get some…”

Both say at the same time, “coffee.” They laugh and head out to the student union

“What’s your plans tonight, babe?” Bella asked.

“I need to get ahead of my studies like I’ve been planning to do since classes started.” Stephanie sipped her coffee.

“Albre, I and Ryan are going to a movie.” Bella swished her spoon around her soup. “You should come with. You can’t possible need to study all night again.”

“I can and I will,” Stephanie laughs. “Besides I think Ryan has a crush on me. I wouldn’t want to lead him on.”

Bella rolled her eyes “Of course he does. Your hot as fuck. You have options. Don’t let Axel tie you down for a one-night stand.”

“I just might,” Stephanie blushes. “But truly I don’t feel Axel is someone we should talk about with each other. I’m free to make my own choices. And you are free to think how you want.”

“Fucking charming asshole.” Bella grumbles under her breath.

“Not listening,” Stephanie sings. “I hope you have a good time at the movies and the Dark Breed show tomorrow night.”

Stephanie buys a sub from The Cooler before heading back to the dorm with Bella. It’s a silent uncomfortable walk but Stephanie does think trying to talk to her roommate about Axel or even telling her Axel told Stephanie what happened wouldn’t change Bella’s opinion. So, the silence persists. They go to separate rooms when they get back to their dorm. Stephanie gets ahead by a few chapters in most of her books. She starts on a term-paper while eating the sub she had gotten in the morning.

When she wakes to the dorm door opening and three people laugh obviously wasted, she opens her door a crack. Ryan, Bella and Albre head into Bella’s room.  within a few minutes she hears the three of them moaning and gasping loudly. She bites her lip and puts some music on her headphones. It doesn’t help since the headphones she has her mom bought her. They only let you hear things loud enough not to bother a child’s eardrums. Stephanie thought they were better than nothing when she received them but, in this moment, they are not cutting it. She calls Axel.

Axel answers his phone on the third ring. “Hey, Stephanie. What’s wrong?” He audibly yawns.

“They’re…They three of them. They’re so loud Axel.” Stephanie whines.

Axel can hear Bella and others. “You’re not in the room with them, are you?”

“No, Axel.” She pulls her knees up to her chin. “Its Bella, Albre and Ryan.”

He keeps his voice whispery. “I’m going to take your mind off them until its quiet. Will you do what I tell you so you can get some well-deserved rest my pretty girl?”

“Ok,” she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“If I’m going help my girl, you need to say Yes, clearly.” Axel’s voice is low, clear and full of authority. 

Stephanie is willing to do anything to take her mind away from her friends fucking in the other room. Plus, she’s embarrassed that it’s making her aroused. “Yes.”

“Put your phone on speaker and lay it on the table with the volume loud so you can hear me.” Axel purred. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” Stephanie answers.

“I have some really good surprises for my girl.” Axel teases. “But I’m not telling you. Can you handle thinking about all the possibilities of what I can teach you?”

“Not sure I can Axel.” She relaxes her legs down on the bed. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“Ooh Stephanie you have no idea how much I look forward to touching your body.” Axel groans. “Fuck, I get hard thinking about you. My lips against your neck almost like two of your fingers. Do it Stephanie, I want you to run your fingers down the side your neck, between your breasts. You know how that feels when my lips do it. Close your eyes and run those fingers over your hardening nipples. How’s that feel?”

Stephanie whines, “Not as good as your lips.”

“Just use your imagination Stephanie.” Axel moans. “Like me imaginary your hand is around my cock right now. I love how small your hands are. But really, I love how every part of you tastes as my lips move down. If you have anything coving that sweet pussy of yours take it off. Fuck I want my tongue in the sweetness. Stephanie you with me?”

“Yes, Axel.” He could hear her breathing heavier. “I’m naked for you.”

“Such a good girl.” He cooed. “Open those legs Stephanie. Open them wide.”

“Yes, Axel.” She was biting her lip as her fingers traced her belly button. She imagined Axels hand moving down her pelvis.

“I think you know what to do but I still want to walk you through it until you cum with me” He groaned again as he worked himself up. “Fuck, I want you to cum with me so bad Stephanie. Slide your hand down as I like to do. Real slow circles on your clit. So wet aren’t you Stephanie. Just listening to my voice. Don’t go fast. Stroke yourself slowly.”

“Oh Axel,” She moans. “I need more.”

“Stephanie go ahead and move those fingers how you need. Oh damn,” Axel moaned. “You need to go faster? Oh, yes faster…Oh fff..”

“Yes, Axel.” She whimpers, “I’ve got it. You’ve got me. Oh oh OH OH…”

“fuck…oh, damn Stephanie, you got me so close mmm” Axel pants. “Cum with me my pretty girl…fuck…FUCKKK.”

“YES AXEL I’M CUMIMG,” She screams out not realizing those in the other room had silenced. “OH YES…I LOVE YOU.”

Axel was breathless after cumming on his sheets. “I love you to Stephanie. You think you can sleep now?”

“Yes, I’m good.” Stephanie said breathless. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He was smiling. “You get some rest. I need to change my sheets. See you tomorrow. Bye for now.”

“Bye Axel,” She hung up. Pulled the sheet up over her and went to sleep feeling better than she did an hour ago

[ive-got-99-problems]

In The Woods (Rocket x OC)

Max, the hunters, and the characters in the town, the rest belong to Marvel! <3

The art is also done by me.

------ Chapter 15, Intimacy (Sexual Content) ------ Rocket sat on her bed, his eyes wide and mouth-watering as he watched her strip. Her soft flesh becoming more and more exposed as she slid off her shirt and jeans, her cheeks red as she slowly teased her bra straps down off her shoulders. Rocket's breathing quickened as he watched, his cock hard in his boxers, already leaking precum onto the soft fabric.

"I've," she paused, looking at the ground, "Never done this before."

Rocket swallowed thick, finding it hard to talk, "That's ok, I uh, I haven't done this for a long time."

She looked at him shyly, "I don't want to disappoint you."

He felt a sharp pain in his chest, "Oh Max," he whispered, ushering her to come closer to him. She sat on her knees before him, his hands caressing her face as he stared into her bright green eyes, "You'd never disappoint me, I love you."

Max smiled and pushed into his hand, "I love you too, Rocket."

He smiled before pressing a kiss onto her forehead, "I'll try to be as gentle as I can and if you want me to stop just tell me and I will."

"Ok," she responded as she got onto the bed, Rocket climbing on top of her and straddling her waist as he leaned down to kiss her.

Max moaned into the kiss as Rocket cupped her cheeks, his claws resting against her jaw before slowly trailing down her neck. He pulled away and started to kiss down her cheeks, then onto her neck, and then her chest. He looked up at her, waiting for her to give him an indication to continue.

"Rocket, please," she whispered, her cheeks flushed red.

"Please what, Max?"

"I," she breathed, "I want more, please."

He smiled and placed a kiss onto her breast before pushing her bra down to expose her plump breasts. He stared down at them, his mouth watering as her nipples hardened in the cool air. He reached down and placed his hands on them, filling his hands as much as he could before starting to knead them. His cock twitched as he heard her moan, her eyes fluttering shut as her head fell back.

"Rocket," she purred as she gripped the sheets.

Rocket let out a shaky breath, he wasn't going to last long, he could tell. He was already grinding his hips against her belly, a soft growl admitting from the back of his throat as he rocked his hips against her. Max ran her hands over his belly and chest, his fur caressing her fingers as she ran then down and pulled at his jeans. Rocket stood and began to take off his jeans while Max pulled off her bra and tossed it to the floor. Rocket hesitated when he got to his boxers, nervous at how Max will react to seeing his cock.

"Rocket, you ok?" She questioned as she rested her hands on his hips, thumbs placed in the waistband of his boxers but not daring to pull it down yet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine, just a little nervous if I'm bein' honest," he laughed nervously.

She smiled and kissed his cheek, "I'm glad I'm not the only one, don't worry, I'm not going to judge."

Rocket bit his lip, his shoulders tensing as she began to slowly pull down his boxers, "O-Ok..."

His cock bounced out and slapped his belly, it was wet with precum and the tip glistened as more emerged from its confinements. Max blushed as she stared at it, it was human, a part of her thanked his creator for it as she ran her hand over it. Rocket gasped and thrust his hips into her hand.

"F-Fuck, sorry, I, it's, uh, it's been a while, l-like I said earlier," he muttered, his hands gripping the sheets as she ran her finger over his slit, he hissed in pleasure at the contact.

She smiled, "It's alright, Rocket, this night is as much about you as it is for me."

She began to move her hand up and down his cock, occasionally stopping at his head so she could play with the slit.

Rocket whimpered, "Max, fuck, stop," he gasped, "I'm so close, you need to stop."

Max pulled away reluctantly, watching in satisfaction as Rocket gasped for air.

"Fuck, Maxie, you sure you're a virgin?" He panted.

Her cheeks darkened from the compliment, "I'm pretty sure."

He chuckled before pulling her into a kiss, "I uh, better get started."

She tensed as he pushed her back, his hands on her thighs, pushing them open so he could look at her clothed womanhood. She bit her lip, her panties were plain, nothing cute or sexy about them. Her mind raised with what Rocket would think, what if her privates grossed him out, they seemed normal to her but maybe she was wrong.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, causing Rocket to look up, "I'm sorry their so, you know, plain."

Rocket scuffed, "Why're you apologizin'? They're perfect," he purred before pulling them off.

He stared down at her womanhood, it was perfect, just the right amount of hair for him. He licked his lips hungrily before looking up at Max, her hands covering her face as she looked away.

"Maxie," he whispered, "You're perfect," he began to kiss her thigh, "So beautiful," he kissed her womanhood, causing her to gasp, "And sweet," his tongue began to delve into her, "And fuck, you taste so good."

Max moaned as she arched her back, one hand covering her mouth as the other gripped his fur. Rocket pulled away so he could grasp her hand that covered her mouth.

"No, Maxie, don't do that, I want to hear you," he whispered before going back to licking her.

He moaned against her clit as he lapped up her juices, she tasted and smelled so much better than he ever imagined. She was so sweet, he couldn't stop licking over her hole, trying to get as much of her juices as possible. His tongue probed her as his left hand held onto hers, squeezing it tightly as she started to rock her hips.

"Fuck, Rocket!" Max gasped as she pushed up against him.

Rocket chuckled before reluctantly pulling away, licking his lips clean of her juices, "Are you ready for more?"

She panted as she stared at him, "Yes, fuck yes, Rocket, please, give it to me."

He shivered as he heard her whisper such filthy things to him, "Fuck, alright, I'll go slow," he murmured as he grabbed his cock and ran the tip over her soaking wet pussy. "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

She nodded, "Yes, I," she paused as she looked away from him, "I used to think about you when I did it."

Rocket moaned at the thought of her fingering while thinking about him. He wondered when she had done it if she had done it in the shower or waited until late at night to do it. God, the thought of her touching herself in the next room over to him while he slept made his cock twitch.

"Fuck, Maxie, that's.... Holy shit... I'm uh, I'm glad I'm not the only one."

She could've came right then just from his words, the thought of him touching himself to the thought of her caused her to shiver. He pushed his cockhead slowly into her hole, she gasped as he stretched her.

"Shh, shh, it's ok Max, the pain will go away soon," he soothed before pushing in more.

Max bit her lip as he stretched her, he may have been average in length but he was quite large in girth. Once he was fully in her she let out a sigh of relief, Rocket kissed her belly and rubbed her hip as he praised her for doing so well. It was so hard not to move, she was so tight and warm he had to control himself from thrusting into her without abandon.

"Rocket, you can move now," she whispered, her hand tightening onto his.

"Alright Maxie, alright, just tell me if anything hurts," he replied before slowly pulling out before pushing back in.

Max whimpered, closing her eyes as a mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through her. She ground her hips against him, tightening her walls as she tried to chase the pleasure. Rocket gasped as she tightened around him, his hand gripping her hip as he quickened his pace.

Max whimpered as her head fell back, "Fuck, Rocket, Rocket please!"

He whimpered, "Max, fuck, Maxie, you feel so fucking good."

She wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him even closer, now nothing but pleasure coursing through her veins. Rocket was so close, he was embarrassed about how close he was. He needed her to cum, he reached down and ran his fingers over her clit, rubbing it hard and fast as he pounded into her.

"Fuck, Rocket!" She cried out as her back arched, "Fuck, fuck, Rocket, please, oh god, please!"

"Fuck, Max, I'm close!"

Max tightened her legs even tighter around him, keeping him from pulling out, "Fuck, Rocket, please, please, please baby, give it to me, please, cum inside of me!"

That was it, that was what finally broke him. He cried out her name as he came deep within her, his seed covering her pulsating walls. The feeling of his fingers on her clit and becoming full of his seed was enough for her to cum as well. Her walls tightening onto Rocket's oversensitive cock as she cums, she cries his name over and over again until she finally reaches her end.

They panted as their afterglows washed over them, Rocket's head resting on her belly as she unwrapped her legs from around him. Rocket's fur was wet with sweat and cum, he pulled out of her slowly and watched as his cum slipped from her. He shivered as he watched, cock twitching as the rest of his seed dripped onto the sheets. He looked up at Max, she was laying on the pillow with her arm draped over her forehead. Rocket smiled as he watched her chest slowly rise and fall, sweat glistening off of her breasts in the light of the lamp.

He crawled up to her and placed a kiss on her cheek, "You alright?"

She hummed and smiled as she looked up at him, "Yeah, I'm ok, what about you?"

He chuckled, "I'm fine, you were amazing."

"So were you," she whispered before leaning up to kiss him, "I love you, Rocket."

He smiled, "I love you too, Max."

She petted the fur on his cheek before sitting up and hopping off the bed, "Alright, I gotta go take a leak, I'll be back though."

Rocket chuckled as he rested his head on her pillow, "I'll be here."

[iamwhelmed]

Honeymoon Due

Summary: Marinette accomplishes her dreams-- being a designer, owning her own boutique, and even marrying Adrien Agreste! What she’d always wanted just didn’t exactly happen the way she wanted it to...

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“Loveless Marriage” wasn’t anything Marinette expected for herself. No, far from it. She imagined that she’d walk down the aisle in a fancy gown she made all by herself and he’d cry when he saw her, that she’d spend her time chasing her dreams, that her husband would support her wholeheartedly and love her with such ferocity that the world could feel it-- like her parents. To be fair, she got most of that. Her wedding dress was, in fact, a Marinette original, a sweetheart neckline that fell like silk over her shoulders and trailed behind her like a queen’s cape. White as snow, fit her body as though Tikki had magiced it out of the thin air. Modest in length but short enough to see her pointed kitten heels. She ran her own boutique, and her customers adored her every creation. She was fairly known locally, and had refused several offers to expand because she simply wasn’t ready. Her husband certainly supported her with everything he had, which was a large sum of inheritance and all the words of affirmation she could handle-- Adrien was always an amazing friend.

He just wasn’t a good husband, not in the emotional sense.

He did all the things husbands should do, like help with chores, work with her as a team (they were really efficient with taxes), and he never, ever forgot a birthday or anniversary. But love? Well, Marinette had doubts when he’d proposed. Nobody else seemed to, and if Nino nor Alya thought that maybe (just maybe) he wasn’t in love with her, then clearly she was just overthinking things, right? Tikki, who was never, with all her years of experience, lacking in advice,  always seemed to get quiet when Marinette mused aloud to her about the whole thing. “I think he loves you, Marinette,” she’d said once. “Just you wait, I bet he’s gonna sweep you off your feet!” Adrien didn’t cry when she walked down the aisle.

Well, he had swept her off her feet in the sense that she was still madly in love with him. The...intimacy… that came with marriage, though? Marinette, five months married, was ashamed to say their honeymoon was spent exploring the beauties of the world’s most touristy locations (Niagara Falls, the Leaning Tower, several century-old cathedrals…) and less breaking in a bed. Aside from sleeping. Which was the only thing they did together in a bed. She hadn’t had the heart to complain to Alya yet, not when she’d gone as far as helping her through the very stressful, very experimental process of helping her find Wifey lingerie. Adrien had never seen it, and to be honest she was considering throwing the set (a white lace bodice, strung up with panties that were certainly not meant to be worn so much as they were meant to be taken off and thrown across a room, tucked neatly in a drawer, under a few sleeping shirts so he’d never find it) away before something awkward inevitably happened. Knowing her, that time was approaching with teeth-grinding intensity. She could feel the sharp, hungry nails of impending embarrassment clawing down her back.

The kissing--er, Adrien kissed her cheek, and when his lips neared her mouth, he pecked and moved smooth as ice away from her. It killed her when he did that, because she knew it was for the paparazzi, that it was for appearances so everybody thought they were a happy married couple. She’d thought to herself, a few days into their vacation, if perhaps he was just shy, being as sheltered as he had been most of his life; those thoughts (hopes, excuses, whatever you wanna call them…) were dashed when they moved into their sleek uptown apartment and he still didn’t touch her. The idea that he wasn’t interested in sex crossed her mind, but that thought also… diminished… when she found several lewd Ladybug cosplayers saved on his computer whilst she searched for a work file he needed her to print. She’d blushed, and vaguely wondered if she should make her own cosplay and see if he had a crush on her alter ego, but brushed the thought away as the conflict of revealing her identity immediately clashed.

Maybe just… Ladybug-inspired lingerie, then?

Her whole body grew red hot and she threw her head uselessly against the desk a handful of times.

She’d known, honestly, for a long time. Adrien hadn’t ever touched her out on dates or kissed her, even if he did hold her hand. He had never loved her, not really, he was settling and they both knew it; he just didn’t know that she knew it. If Gabriel’s investment in their wedding meant anything, she had a running theory on her husband’s intentions. It was a formality, for him to get married, and all the better if the art of design stuck in the family. She wouldn’t be surprised if Gabriel started pushing for grandchildren soon, especially since her well-meaning parents were already getting antsy. She hadn’t broached the subject with Adrien, but considering their marital bed was far from active or explored, she figured that topic was best left alone.

She loved him, truly, she did. There was no other man she wanted so badly, no man who meant so much to her that she’d be willing to subject herself to months of affectionless, almost fake domesticity, but she had to wonder if her limit was fast approaching. She could only pretend to be happy for so long before it broke her. Being in an unrequited love was one thing, but constantly subjecting herself to a situation where her heart was as open as it bloody well could have been and receiving nothing for it… even Ladybug couldn’t stand to be an accessory for so long.

She sighed and dropped her bag on the floor, exhausted from the patterns she’d spent all day laboring over and the mental toll overthinking her hopeless marriage had taken. Adrien wouldn’t be home for at least three more hours, and Chat Noir was expecting her in ten minutes. Ladybug was surprisingly desperate to get away from her comfy apartment with her Model-Extraordinaire-Husband and get a breath of fresh air with her flirty kitty. She missed the muffled voice from the other side of their bedroom door as she pushed it open.

Upon flicking the switch, she found Chat Noir himself standing brazenly in the middle of the bedroom, looking for all the world like a cat with a half-eaten bird in its mouth. They both froze.

Moments ticked by, wide green eyes pointedly staring into slanted, confused blue ones.

She sighed. “Chat Noir, what are you doing in my house?”

“Y-Your house? O-Oh, yes, I, well, uh…” He tugged at the collar of his suit, which exposed the already-visible skin on his chest even more than usual, what with his half-open zipper. The unsatisfied, mistreated wife of a clueless, sexless model flared within her at the sight, but she pushed the inner singing voice down. Chat grinned at her, slipping into his typical composure as easy as one slips into a worn pair of jeans. “I was coming to check in on you, Princess. Heard you got married!”

Marinette scoffed, and immediately Chat’s face fell. “Legally, I guess. Yeah.”

“Marinette?”

She crossed the room and plopped down on the king-sized mattress she and Adrien slept side-by-side in every night, let her shoulders sag. No use pretending she was a happy-go-lucky successful designer with a perfect husband when she knew Chat Noir could keep a secret. Besides, he was her best friend, her kitty, her partner-- the man she damn well would have ended up with had Adrien not been in the picture. She knew it, she was sure Chat knew it, not that he knew she was Ladybug or that the other guy in the picture was Adrien. “You know what it’s like… to be in love…” she squeezed her eyes shut, tried to breath and keep the budding threat of tears at bay. “To not be loved back.”

“Princess,” something in Chat’s voice had bristled, like he was offended on behalf of her husband. “I certainly hope you’re not going around falling for other men!”

“Other than my husband?” She said it with air quotes. “No, I love him. Only him. Always have.”

“But you’re married? Clearly it’s mutual, right?”

Something in Chat’s voiced begged her to say “yes”, to tell him that she was just being dramatic because Adrien hadn’t left a note this morning when he left-- which he had. She couldn’t. A broken sob hit her chest and she leaned forward into her hands. “You’d think!” Her body shook, and she felt so horrible not like Ladybug right then. “I’m an ornament, Chat! I was an easy solution. I don’t know, maybe his dad wanted him to get married? He knew me? Knew I loved him? Knew I wouldn’t say no?” She shook her head and exhaled, hating the way her lungs stuttered. “I love him so much! But I’m not his wife! I’m his friend! That’s all I’ve ever been to him! I’ll bet he’s still in love with that other girl, the one he kept mentioning when we were, like, fourteen.” She snorted. “Can’t blame him, that’s how long I’ve loved him, so…”

The bed sprung, and she knew that if she turned, she would find Chat Noir haphazardly lazing on the bed next to her. “What makes you say that?” His words came out soft, softer than she’d heard out of him in a long while. Soft like he was talking to Ladybug. “I woulda thought he was a good partner.”

“Partner, yes. Husband, no.” She wiped away her tears and took a few deep breaths. It would be okay. She would calm down, she’d get used to this “marriage”. Maybe. Hopefully. Heaven knew it was all she’d ever wanted, just not as she’d dreamed. “Adrien is… amazing. He’s sweet, and gentle, and he’s understanding. I can always lean on him,” She chanced a glance at her partner, who was eyeing her from the side with what she could only assume was pity. Hurt, maybe, probably for her. Chat was good like that, a loyal, loving, empathetic kitty. The thought warmed her heart. A part of her wondered what would have happened if she knew Chat under the mask, if she would have married him instead, if he would have cried when she walked down the aisle (the honeymoon certainly would have been… wilder). She wondered if it wasn’t too late to tell him that she was Ladybug, see where things took them.

Would Adrien be relieved if they had an open marriage? Would he take a deep sigh and ease up his bones and tell her how glad he was that he wouldn’t have to pretend out of the public eye anymore? She scrunched her nose; that didn’t sound like Adrien. Then she snorted, because who was she kidding? She’d never want to be with anybody but Adrien, no matter how tempting the promise of her minou could be. “But I don’t think he loves me.”

Chat opened his mouth to respond, and she stopped him. “Not like that.”

He relented and fell silent again, leaning back on the bed in such a leisurely stretch, she’d have thought it was his bed. Marinette shook her head and tried to keep the tears that were making a second comeback away. “I think he married me because his dad wanted him to, and I think Adrien trusted me enough to not do something crazy like divorce him and take half his savings. Like I said,” she shrugged. “We’re friends. But I’ve always wanted more. I thought I could have that, that things would change after we got married.”

“What did you want to change?” Chat was gazing up at her from his now comfortable position on her and Adrien’s bed, head pressed against the fluffy mattress and the red comforter. His green eyes were gazing into her, in search of something and she wasn’t sure what. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him.

“Us. I’d like to go on dates and cuddle on the couch. I’d like to not be a married virgin!” Chat’s face went the tingest red behind his mask, and her face was levels redder. She turned away from him again and crossed her arms over her chest, like she was adding another layer to her already-covered chest. Suddenly, any loving thoughts of an identity reveal flew far, far away; it would be better if Chat Noir never knew His Lady said something so embarrassing. “I’d like to kiss him, you know? Like an actual wife, like we,” she shut her eyes “love each other.”

She felt his claws, leather and tough, slipping around her arm, cupping the skin near her shoulder and warming it. He was sitting up, she assumed, because she could feel the bed creak under his shuffle. “How do you know it’s because he doesn’t love you?”

“What other reason could there be, Chat?”

His thumb ran in circles, small and simple, around her skin. The claw of his finger lightly grazed the muscle and tickled, and part of her hoped he wouldn’t break skin. She wasn��t sure how she’d explain that mark to Adrien (if he noticed). “You said you’re friends. Maybe he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable? Maybe he already feels like you’re doing him a favor?” The thumb stopped, and the claw was digging not uncomfortably into her arm; he’d break the skin and leave a mark, she knew, but Chat’s caress was the closest she’d gotten to physical affection in months. She wasn’t about to squander the little solace for a husband who would probably be happy for her, or not care, or not ask any questions at all. “Maybe… he wants to kiss you. Maybe he’s thought about it a lot. Maybe, he just didn’t want you to think all of it was fake?”

Marinette snickered and raised her free hand to wipe a tear that had built against her will in her eye. “I doubt it. Besides, I don’t want to force him into--”

Chat turned her head by the chin and kissed her, unabashedly, passionately.

Chat kissed the way he did all things-- no plan, no cares, only feeling. She was swept off her feet in momentary bliss, fingers itching at the comforter as they ached to pull at his hair. He had one hand cupping her jaw, and he was tipping her up to meet his lips and bite at her until they parted and he could set his tongue to work just as well. She let him, and she wasn’t sure why. Maybe she was touch-starved, maybe her confidence had taken a bit of a nosedive in the last half a year, or maybe her less-than-platonic feelings for Chat ran a lot deeper than she thought they did; but she kissed him. She moaned and let him grab at her waist and pull her closer. She let him press her down into the mattress and climb on top of her, and if his hands went places they shouldn’t have, she wouldn’t have noticed in the flight of it all.

Right there, on the bed she shared with the boy of her dreams, she was going to break her marital bed in-- without her husband. It should have felt wrong, she should have screamed and slapped him and (for pete sake yelled at him about fraternizing with a civilian which was COMPLETELY unethical) she should have told him not to come visit her again. But she didn’t. She should have hated herself and Chat should have been long gone already and she should have been screaming to Tikki about her infidelity. But she didn’t; no, something about being there with Chat felt leagues right above anything else she’d ever done. Better than opening up her boutique. Better than stopping an akuma. Better than baking her first perfect macaroon. Chat’s fingers in her hair, his body pressed against hers with no space between to speak of, his lips trailing from her lips to her neck where he was biting and kissing and doing everything she’d ever dreamt Chat would do to Ladybug if she’d given him the greenlight-- all of it felt universally right, like fate had brought them here, like Chat was always supposed to be the one.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t still love Adrien-- she did, oh part of her wanted this to be him so, so very badly, but even Ladybug knew when she’d been beat. If Adrien truly was her friend, if he didn’t want to play the role of “lover” that came with the “husband” title, then this had to be fair game.

Chat paused in his ministrations, lips sucking off her skin with a “pop”. He chuckled, low and deep and it stirred her and spurned her further. “Never did get over that crush you had on me, huh?”

“W-what?” It took her a few seconds to register that he meant the weredad incident. Oh. She grimaced and playfully slapped his shoulder. “Don’t let it get to your head, you mangy cat!”

He laughed, wholeheartedly, face digging into her neck and the mattress beneath as fits had their way with his body. Marinette nearly fell into hysterics just hearing and feeling him squirming atop her. She raised a hand to her mouth and stifled the sound that escaped. “I-It’s hard n-not to, P-Princess!” He pulled up and over her, caging her in on the bed with his limbs, green eyes glaring into her with a warm, familiar glow. The mirth was plain on his face, like he knew something she didn’t. She wondered what that would be, but dared not ask. He smirked: “It’s already certainly gone to one head.”

Her face grew three shades hotter. She reached up, grabbed a pillow, and smacked him.

He laughed even harder, pulling back to sit on his knees, but still kept his hands straddling her hips, nails creeping over the band of her jeans. “I should p-probably give Ladybug a call! Let her know I can’t make it to patrol tonight!”

Oh yeah, patrol… that thing she was supposed to go on.

Marinette pretended to be none the wiser as Chat whipped out his staff and dialed in Ladybug’s number. To no surprise, Ladybug did not pick up. Chat raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off nonetheless. “Hello, My Lady. Just wanted to let you know that this cat won’t be an outdoor cat tonight.” Marinette rolled her eyes, but smiled to herself at the voicemail she’d get later, and the memories she was yet to make, but would inevitably still be fresh next time she transformed. Chat’s face grew sly in a way she hadn’t really seen him get before. She wondered if it was his smolder face. As much as she hated to say it, for fear of adding to his ego, it worked. “You see, I’ve been a terrible housecat as of late. My poor wife has been feeling neglected, and I wouldn’t be much of a husband if I didn’t, at the very least, lick the bowl clean.”

Wait. Wait, wait-- what?

“Plagg, claws in.”

Chat Noir shut the call down seconds before a green light, gradient and laser-like in movement, emanated from the stray cat at the foot of her bed. She squeaked and reached up to shield her eyes, balling up on the bed in a fetal position as if her knees could cover her eyes, give her another layer.

Chat laughed. “C’mon, Princess. Open your eyes.” He reached over and pried her hands away from her squeezed eyes, holding them delicately as she struggled with the impending doom of seeing Chat without the mask. That made this too real, made cheating on Adrien so much more real! “Marinette, it’s okay,” he brought her hands to his face and pressed a kiss to either knuckle. “Would I ever lie to you?”

Appealing to her trust in him-- low blow. Despite the reservations she had (of which she had MANY), she let her eyes part, let them readjust from the blur.

There, sitting in front of her, was a very flushed, very cocky, Adrien Agreste. She couldn’t help herself, she gasped. His face drew closer, eyes lidded the way she’d seen Chat Noir’s narrow a million times. This time, this time felt so different. It was Adrien, his hair (oh, his hair was so Chat Noir right then it wasn’t even FUNNY), his eyes, with Chat’s smile and husky purr. Her breath caught in her throat as he pressed a kiss to her wrist and watched her reaction as he did it. She flushed. “So, Princess… would you have any interest in putting that wedding dress back on? I never got the chance to fully admire it.”

Admire it he did, with minimal damage, surprisingly. It was clear Chat Noir wanted to tear the damn thing off of her, but Adrien was still gentle and sweet and most importantly knew better. He did the next best thing, though, which meant she would need to replace the zipper if she were to wear it again for vow renewals. The bed that had been untouched for months was a feather-covered, duvet-sulking mess. Whatever makeup she’d been wearing before she started crying on Chat’s shoulder had almost certainly been smeared or smudged or wiped off as she cried into Adrien’s shoulder. He had lips imprinted all over him, but the one he seemed the most proud of was the one at the corner of his lip where he was grinning like a cat who caught a canary. The whole posture looked smug, actually. He sat up against the headrest, one arm propping up his high-held head, and the other running soothing circles into her shoulder where she laid at his chest. She pouted at him, mad that he wasn’t even winded after the stunts he pulled… she was still catching her breath! “Sure you got fed, kitty? You look like you’re about to paw at the cabinets again.”

“I said I’d lick the bowl clean, Princess, never said I’d be full after.”

She went red again, which seemed ridiculous after the sheer gymnastics they’d both performed minutes earlier. “How?”

“Hm?”

“How are you not even a little tired after that?”

Adrien titterted. “That’s what happens when you let a man with month's worth of fantasies jump your bones. I’m not even halfway through my list yet.”

“What part of I am your wife did the wedding not get through to you?”

To her surprise, Adrien’s smile grew soft, full of love; he leaned back down to capture her between both arms and hold her to his chest. This was the Adrien she’d always known, the gentle smile, the quiet voice that still sounded like bells. He pressed his forehead to hers. “The part where you wanted me to do everything I wanted to do. I’m not used to that,” he brushed their noses together. “I’m not used to being loved by a wife, but I want to be.”

She nuzzled into his chest and stuck her face in the crook of his neck. He ran a hand through her hair, still heavily mussed from its time pressed to the pillows. “The girl I mentioned, back when we were fourteen…”

“Ladybug.”

“Yeah,” he huffed, somewhat sheepishly. “You weren’t, um, wrong about me still holding out for Ladybug but--”

Marinette yawned, “That’s fine.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t have to waste money making the” she yawned again “lingerie, I’ll just put on the suit.”

“What?!” Adrien pulled away to look down at his wife, but found she was fast asleep, and that she would stay that way until the sun came up. So Adrien lay there, wide awake, contemplating the likelihood of him being that inconceivably lucky.

[alitheamateur]

The Grind- Chapter 13

431 days. A tragus piercing. A black pencil tattoo permanently etched at the highest point of my right ribcage, and shadow roots in my sandy hair thanks to Becca, my new hairstylist recommended my latest friend, Tia. All things refreshed and renewed in the life of Liv Elliott. Single Liv Elliott. Okay, nearly all. One thing most certainly, and sorely remained the same. My beating heart was still smashed like a steel mallet had turned loose on it. Sure, the festering emotional cut of our breakup was beginning to mend with time. But, we all know with a healing cut, comes a forever scar. Not a scar representing a victorious battle, or a valiant effort. But one of sheer, naïve stupidity.  I choked on a daily spoonful of utter confusion wondering where the road took such a drastic detour towards that killer cliff we had so recklessly plunged from. I constantly fought the burning urge to scratch and claw my way back up the side of that treacherous mountain to find my way back to the earliest road. The road with Colton as my copilot. 

I so graciously allowed myself 2 weeks to hide away. Flounder in tears, Rocky Road, and maybe even a drunken bonfire of most photographic evidence that Colton ever existed. I avoided mascara all together, concluding that some point of my day would inevitably lead to a blubbering breakdown as I hid in the office bathroom. I rearranged the entire span of my apartment, hopeful maybe the new positions of furniture would confuse the ghosts of him that all too often appeared laid out comfortably on the couch, ankles crossed during a Sunday nap. Or slumbering face down with one hand under a pillow and the other stretched out toward the opposite side of the bed, lips loose in sleeping breathes. I couldn’t outrun the flashbacks no matter the effort. Even still, he haunts me on a Saturday morning at The Grind, or on a Tuesday night at my place with takeout from the B-rated Chinese joint down the street. However now, the sickness of utmost sadness, overcome with a rancorous flood of anger instead. Mostly with Colton, rightfully so. But myself as well. The foolish, undignified way I had just fallen under his potent spell, I might as well have just dropped to my knees and waved the white flag the second he introduced himself. And yet, the unsolved mystery remained. HE had said he loved me first. Sure, I felt it near the moment he kissed me after our run through the city that morning, but I chose to bury the words for another time. Colton on the other hand, had no problem spouting off his revelation to me. Nor did he stutter on the admittance of apparently “thinking with his dick” when it came to the matter of our meeting that fateful morning either. One thing I was able to confirm, was the son of a bitch clearly suffered a severe case of habitual word vomit.

The Pilot for me was a bit of a safe haven in a war zone, it being a place I could hide from the demons a bit. My new title at the paper requiring me to cover all things fighting within a 100-mile radius on the other hand, posed a bit of an issue. Thank the holy heavens I had avoided the press conference for his first match following our demise, due to the short, paid hiatus I took to visit Westfield. A taste of nostalgia and familiarity seemed like suitable therapy for a maimed heart, and maybe a good caudle from my parents. An attempted one, at least.

Tony and Elizabeth, said parents, were good parents in general. I won’t take that away from their accomplishments. But when basketball gracefully bowed out of my life, their involvement followed suit. Dad & I always had ball as that bonding clue to hold us tightly together. Saturday mornings following Friday night games always began with film, 150 free throws out back on the handcrafted mock court he’d constructed for me, ending at Al’s Diner for pancakes. That first fateful Saturday after my knee surgery, we tried to replay the film and retreat to Al’s, but when the conversing concerning if I’d pass the current scoring record at Westfield High, or whether I would commit to University of Louisville or SIU no longer applied, we drifted. When the “basketball dad” shadow from the sticker he peeled from the rear window of his pickup truck faded, a hefty portion of the pride he held for his daughter did too.

As far as a closeness with mom, there truly wasn’t much. She preformed the expected team mom duties by hosting bake sale fundraisers, and chaperoning homecoming dances. But that dependable shoulder never pushed much further in the emotional realm of a relationship with me. My dad & I had always held a special closeness, leaving her to feel somewhat shoved to the proverbial back burner. I was never much for the “foofy” tea parties, or pageant queen aspirations she had, which no doubt drove the wedge deeper between the two of us. But, when I moved so far away, it seemed distance, and time had healed some wounds in our connection. When I arrived at the simple square, two story siding home on Lake Lane, my first friend in life, our Collie, Indiana nearly mounted to hood of my car to get to me. No doubt, his name sake my dads favorite action movie character, and my home-state.

“Hey Indy, you sweet boy! I’ve missed you, ya’ big guy!” I rumpled the cashmere like white coat around his neck.

Mom galloped out the red front door first, dad following suit at a slightly slower pace.

“Liv, honey! Oh, we’re so glad you’re here! We’ve missed you,” my mom squealed towards me with open arms.

“We really have missed you, kid. Look at ya’!” Dad persisted with the ever annoying greeting of ruffling the top of my head like some socially incoherent teenage boy.

They probably did miss me, I’m sure. But, apparently not enough to ever offer a visit with me since moving my things to the city of Pittsburgh. No matter what bitterness flowered, as I dragged deeper into adulthood, I had resolved that you only got one set of parents, and the importance of appreciating the ones you did get was dire. So, I decided to nurse some long dwelling resentment and go into this visit with a forgiving heart.

“I missed you guys, too. Things still look exactly the same around here.” I inventoried those familiar, award-winning rose bushes my mother grew in the landscape, and with attached garage door open, I was able to see dads tool shop sanctuary in exactly the shape I had left it. Not a hammer out of place.

“Let’s get you inside, sweetie. Dinner will be done soon, & I’m sure we have some catching up to do.” Mom placed her hands over my upper arms, guiding me into I’m sure a spotless house, while dad unloaded my suitcase from the back hatch of my SUV.

 Steaks cooked to perfection courtesy of Tony Elliott, self-proclaimed grilled master, were served in the newly remodeled dining room, and the 3 of us sat in the same assumingly designated spots that we had for all my childhood years. I did miss a motherly, prepared with love, home cooked dinner so I wasted no amount of time scarfing down the contents of her delicious spread.

“How are things with the promotion, Livvy? They aren’t taking advantage of ya’, I hope?” Dad dropped his fork gently to his plate, taking a sip of his tea.

“Things are good, dad. Ryan, my boss, really does treat me excellently. He’s always super complimentary of my work.” I assured.

“Sounds like a nice guy. Maybe someone has a little crush?” Elizabeth winked while sorting through the last few sprigs of lettuce in her salad bowl.

“Ha! No thanks, mom. He’s an awesome guy, but I’d never see him like that. Plus, I could never date my boss, you know that.” I scoffed all too quickly.

Alright, you fraidy-cat. Get to it, here! Tell them. About him.

“Plus, I think I need a little break from men these days.”

“A break? Meaning there’s been some boys around since you moved?” Mom was the first to chime in, while my dad sat idly by, trying to appear casually at ease. But, I knew he was hearing every syllable of the exchange between his wife and I.

“Just one guy, mom. Well, there was one guy.” My attention never left the chopped, leftover chunks of food on my white porcelain plate. “Remember the first piece I did on Mixed Martial Arts? My first front page?”

“Liv, don’t be ridiculous. Yes, it’s laminated and framed in the living room. Go on..” she answered, leaning on her hand as an elbow rested on the table for a blinking second, before she retracted it, minding her usual manners.

“I was with one of the competitors. Like, in a relationship for several months actually. Colton, the fighter who I was working one-on-one with.”

There, at least he’s out in the open now. The dirty secret is out.

“Was, meaning not anymore then?” Dad finally broke his cold silence.

“Not anymore, no. We haven’t been together for a while now. But, I….. I uh, I didn’t handle the split so well. Which is part of my reason for coming to see you guys.”

My mind spun like a tilt-or-whirl trying to sort through what needed to be said, and what I should leave out. They didn’t need to know how harshly he’d spoken to me, nor the pathetic amount of sick days I’d used to wallow in my tear-stained sheets and overindulge on snack-packs.

“It sounds like things were serious, honey. Frankly, I’m a little hurt you never told us about him.” My mom had taken an overbearing interest in me when I started dating in high school. Boys were something she saw as her forte, I assume. Dad and I had basketball, now she and I could have boys, and relationships. So, the lack of sharing about my now ex-boyfriend seemed to perturb her.

“It was serious, mom. Yeah. I loved him. I was in love with him. Case in point, why I didn’t handle our breakup with much dignity.”

“What happened, Liv? Anything I should be concerned about,” dad inquired in the ultimate “dad” tone of voice.

“It just didn’t work, guys. It’s done, and life goes on. Nothing more, okay?”

Life goes on, huh? Let’s practice what we preach, dear.

“Losing a love is hard, sweet pea. But you’re a strong, successful young lady, and you’ll recover just fine. I know it!” Mom smiled.

I admired her A+ efforts for the “mother bear” sermon. It’s what I needed, truly. No matter how I wanted to tell her I needed those little chats years ago. I needed that reassurance back when I thought life hated me, and some karmic attack had been yielded on my life. Recently though, she had been heartily trying with our relationship. Both of them had. And although the repairs were long overdue, and far from complete, I was thankful nonetheless.

 I hadn’t been back to my stomping grounds since I’d left slightly over three years prior, so I had my fair share of hellos to exchange, most importantly being my childhood best friend, and the shooting guard to my point guard, Sara. She hadn’t spread her wings from our small town, instead chose the “marry my perfect high school sweetheart and have the most painfully adorable twin boys on the planet” lifestyle, which suited her beautifully.  She met up with me at the local dairy freeze for a greasy order of cheese fries after ending the work day at her parents’ dental practice where she was employed as a hygienist. Sitting alone at the wooden picnic table carved with an array of heart enclosed initials of couples I knew never made it past junior year prom, I felt strangely foreign in the little town now. Distant, or homesick. Every hardware store clerk or mail carrier knowing about the family pet you had to put down because all news travelled like an unruly forest fire in Westfield, now seemed displeasing rather than endearing. I basked in a bit of big-headed pride realizing I had maybe outgrown this little corner of the world, and home suddenly felt eastbound. Whether that had anything to do with my recent ex had yet to be determined.

Sara arrived right on time, going straight for the counter to order her favorite Dr. Pepper ice cream float as she put it “first things first.” The girl may have been the only person in the whole population of 2,000 whom I held in trusting regard, so she was kept up to date through a hefty amount of text messages about the tumultuous romance of Liv and Colton. We exchanged a squealing hug before diving right into the heavy matter.

“How are you? First off, you look freakin’ amazing. The big city looks good on you, Elliott,” Sara flopped into her seat, pulling off her pink labcoat.

“Shut up, you liar. The bags under eyes have bags, Sara. I’ve been a sloppy, sobbing, bitchy, pathetic mess for going on two months now. Like, who am I and will it end?!” I felt so light being able to genuinely come out in the open with all the emotion I was dealing with. A crucial missing piece to my life in the Burgh was a real, true friend such as Sara. Someone to take shoe shopping, and call drunk at 3 a.m. when you’re well into a half of bottle of Pinot and can’t keep from hysterically bawling over the ghastly way your boyfriend spoke to you.  A woman needs the Lavern to her Shirley to share life with.  

“It’s called love, honey. Welcome to the party,” she sucked vigorously through the straw of her float. “We’ve been waiting for you to show up.” I appreciated her gracious attempt to lighten the mood.

“Well if this is what it’s all about, I won’t be coming back.” I spoke mumbled chewing on a fry.

“It doesn’t always turn out this bad, babe. You just fell really, really hard. Which means getting over it will probably be equally as difficult. As much as I hate to see you like this…”

“Easy for you to say, Sara. You practically married Prince Harry or something. Can’t I just borrow yours sometime?” I clowned.

Her husband was truly the best of the best, and he’d been that way since the beginning. So, I always harbored some envy of sorts toward the seeming perfection of their relationship.

“In all honesty, Sare, I don’t know that I’m going to have the same feelings for whoever comes along like I did Colton. I’m not going to be irrational enough to say I’ll never love again, because I know that’s just silly and overdramatic. I’m just not sure it’ll be as raging and romantic, ya’ know what I mean?”

Just as she was about to hit me with some bogus line probably directly from an article she’d read in Cosmopolitan, a familiar voice intruded.

“My God, am I having a flashback right now?” Our varsity head coach Eric Gibson yelled from the open window of his parked car.

The guy was a true, unadulterated saint. He’d pulled me from the 8th grade roster to dress up for him on JV, so I lost count on how many games we’d competed in together. He shed nearly as many tears as my own father had when I collided with that player from Carson County causing me to close out my chapter as a ball player. He quickly locked the doors to his vehicle with two beeps of the horn, and made his way eagerly to us.

“Coach, how are you?” I stood to meet his incoming hug. With Sara still residing in Indiana I’m sure their paths crossed frequently in town.

“I’m doing fine, Liv. Shocked to see you here, girl! Are you back in Westfield?” He patted Sara with a coy hand to the shoulder, and we returned ourselves after the exchange of greetings.

“Oh, no no. Just here for a visit. I finally got the chance to take a little vacation from work, so I thought I’d come check in on Sara, and my parents.”

“Yeah, you’re a real superstar here, you know that? Everyone had a field day when your article made the front page for your paper. It was the talk of the town!”  

I blushed vividly at his statement. “Thanks, coach. It’s really nothing though.”

His mouth opened wide in defense. “It most certainly is something, Liv. It’s a huge accomplishment! Don’t be so modest. Hard work deserves to be recognized, and I know you’re no stranger to working hard in everything you do.” He paused to nudge my shoulder that grazed his. “ You’re talented, Elliott. And scrappy as hell when need be! Those big shots at that newspaper better just stay outta your way.”

Suddenly, there it was. The switch of undignified pity had self-destructed. Leave it to Coach to set me straight as he always did. I was scrappy as hell! The 4 games I’d been ejected from back in school clear evidence. It was time to exercise that same fearlessness and grit to scratch myself to the surface again, leaving behind this lonely, moldy grave Colton had dug for me. He may have outweighed me by an easy sixty pounds, and could’ve snapped me in half in the concern of strength. But mentally? It’d have to be ruled a no contest.

That night, back to square one in the little town in Indiana, over cheese fries & cheap milkshakes, with an out-and-out smack reminder courtesy of coach Gibson, I awoke. The sleepwalking, gray way of life a thing of the past. I excused myself from the parade of self-pity I had long been the grand marshal for.

“Maybe she’ll take your word for it, Coach. I’ve been trying to get that very same thing through that thick head of hers.” Sara interjected, slurping the last traces of whipped cream from her glass.

“Okay, okay, you two. Lay off before it all goes to my head.” I shook with a chuckle, and decided then and there, that I was going to find peace and satisfaction in life when I got back to Pittsburgh, someway, somehow, no matter what. I wanted my heart back from him. The heart he clearly had no use for any longer.

TAGS: @torialeysha @eap1935

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Good Wood // E.D.

Hey guys! So this fic is a lil something special because I didn’t write it, my roommate did! Alicia @un--beau--jour wanted to try her hand at fanfiction and asked that I post it here for all of ya’ll to read. I am very proud of my roommate wife and hope you love her as much as I do. Enjoy <3

You slump into your seat, exhausted from the strenuous walk to your last class of the day. Sighing, you greet your classmates with brief smiles and take out your sketchpad from your bag. This is 3D art. You initially thought you’d be making intricate sculptures and expressing yourself through your masterpieces. But alas, this three-hour class consisted more of sitting through bland powerpoint presentations about shapeless, abstract art than creating anything of value.

In truth, it wasn’t all that terrible. There was one thing you did look forward to.

You hear a weak ‘hello’ from the doorway. Slyly, you shift your gaze from your sketchpad to observe the new arrival.  

Ethan walks in shyly, avoiding eye contact and sitting on top of a clay-stained desk at the front of the room. He sported a bit of scruff, dark hair and a never-ending supply of crisp black t-shirts. His long legs stretched in front of him as he took a somewhat awkward position on the desk. He crossed his arms and began announcing the class’s next project.

This was your professor.

He was on the cusp of 30, but didn’t look a second over 22. This was his first year teaching, and it was fairly obvious. Despite his shy demeanor, you sensed that he had another side to him. Perhaps a more assertive side, but for now he was playing it safe.

“For your next assignment, you guys will be working with wood”

This statement elicits an immature chuckle from yourself and your classmates. Ethan goes on.

“Today, I’ll be demonstrating some of the equipment available for the project in the woodshop.”

He motions behind him. Everyone begins to gather as he walks into the wood studio. I’d always been curious about the room’s extension and the strange machines within it. The shop smells of wood (no shit) and oil. Ethan rolls up his sleeves and runs his hand through his short hair. He slips on a pair of protective goggles and walks over to the first machine.

“Alright guys, this is the wood saw. You need to be very careful with all the machines in here, especially this one.”

Ethan painfully guides us through every single apparatus in the large studio. We discuss our ideas for our sculptures, the possibilities available to us, and the techniques needed to reach our results. After 3 hours of this, I’d feel comfortable calling myself a pro.

I hang back a bit while everyone else is leaving, eager to ask Ethan to approve my idea. I describe it to him and show him several sketches in my pad. He doesn’t say much, but nods his head attentively as I go on.

“Yeah. I think thats a possibility.” He says, “You might need to stay a few hours more once we get into it. There might be a few extra steps, but I like what you’ve come up with Y/N”

He smirks. “Just don’t get too ambitious with it, you might just impress me”

I look up at him, a bit shocked by the sudden flattery.

“Oh okay.” I chuckle faintly. “Thanks, Mr. Dolan, see you Thursday then.”

I finally head out, maybe blushing because of his words or perhaps because his eyes did not leave my back as I walked through the door.

It’s Thursday and for once, I’ve been looking forward to coming to class. Everyone is buzzing with anticipation to try out all the intimidating machines for the first time. We venture into the wood shop, led by Ethan. The class picks out our protective gear. I get left with the large, science lab goggles. Very hot.

I begin working on my piece; shaving the wood pieces, struggling with the saw and getting covered in wood glue. Everyone has left by now. It’s just Ethan and I left in the large studio. When I get in a creative groove, I don’t want to stop. As I am maneuvering my piece through the wood saw, Ethan walks up from behind me.

“Looking good Y/N!” He says.

“Oh. My piece? Thanks! I’m kind of having trouble with the saw though, could you show me how to cut it this way?” I respond tentatively.

He nods his head and I angle my piece to show him my current technique.

“It’s just not cutting the way I want it to,” I say.

He nods again, and steps closer to me. Ethan reaches over to angle my piece, I feel his body heat radiating from behind me as his chest brushes my back very slightly.

“You want to move it here, so you can cut in a curve” He points.

My breath jumps as he turns on the switch to activate the saw. Then, I feel his hands guiding mine as he shows me the technique. His fingers are rough and dry. This isn’t surprising seeing that he spends a lot of time working with wood. I’ve seen him working the grain, I’ll admit that his artistry is something to behold.

The saw buzzes loudly, I can hear him mumble something under his breath, but the noise muffles his words. He turns the switch off and smiles at me.

“See? Now you can do it yourself.” He says.

I want to answer with a ‘thank you’ but he moves his hand to the small of my back. I lose my ability to utter anything comprehensible. I can still feel his warm breath on my neck, and think that if it were anybody else, I’d be seriously creeped out. I can’t deny that his closeness has gotten me a bit hot and bothered. But why hasn’t he moved?, I shout in my head. Slowly, I shift my gaze to his. What has felt like a minute only really lasted a couple seconds.

“Here” He finally speaks, “Let me show you something that will help you with your sculpture.”

Intrigued, I follow him into the large supply closet. Considering how much he seems changed when it’s just the two of us. His demeanor is more confident, less awkward and more playful. I don’t mind it.

He points to several bits, which I can use to shave the wood down and create flow, he explains. Interested, I step closer to the tall shelf and reach to the top to pick one that sticks out to me.

“Careful!” He says, “Some of them are pretty sharp, I wouldn’t want it to fall on you or anything” Ethan chuckles. “It wouldn’t be pretty.”

I smirk in agreement. I gingerly reach up to pluck it from off the shelf. Ethan comes over to me and goes on to explain what I can use it for. Without lifting the metal piece from my hand, he touches my fingers as he describes its use.

“I think this is a good fit”, he says.

I look up. It is in this moment that I realize that his face is a mere inch from mine. He looks up too. His eyes meet mine and my stomach flips. I feel a rush of tingles climb up my chest as he steps just a bit closer. Our noses touch and I can hear his breathing accelerate.

Suddenly, my lips meet his and he responds immediately. I drop the bit and it clatters to the ground with an awkward ‘clink’. Ethan takes this as a cue and wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me into the kiss. His lips feel as rough as his hands. Despite this, I deepen the embrace and fold my arms behind his neck. I slowly work my hand up to his nape and grab a gentle handful of his soft hair, pulling it slightly. This evokes a soft groan from him and his hand hold me even more firmly against him.

We pull away, both breathing hard.

“Oh”, I say. “I think I’ve been wanting to do that for a while”

“No shit Y/N, I have too” Ethan pauses.

“Yeah”, I chuckle. “Your flirting dropped some hints for me. It’s not like I couldn’t tell”

The sexual tension had been boiling between us for some time now. It was exhilarating to see it was reciprocated. I snake my hand up to his neck again, and pull him back to me.

“Shall we continue?” I question.

Ethan responds by kissing me hard and walking us to the nearest wall. He moves his hand from my waist to my ass, gently massaging my backside. His hands travel from my ass to under my thighs, grabbing my leg and lifting it up as we continue our embrace. I could feel him getting harder as we went on with our session, I teasingly grind my hips against his, eager to feel him fully.

“Shiit” I hear him whisper under his breath.

I slip my hands under his shirt, aching to touch his warm skin. He reciprocates by cupping my breast with his free hand, still holding my thigh up against his hip. I continue, gliding my fingers down his spine only to feel him shiver under me.

He presses me harder into the wall, which elicits a soft ‘oof’ from me. Ethan moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, nuzzling into the crook of it and gingerly biting the skin. I can still feel his hardening cock under his pants, and decide it’s time to do something about it. My hand travels downwards, grabbing him with purpose. He groans deeply, guiding his hips into my hand as I rub him. He continues to kiss my neck as I unbutton his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Mm, why are you torturing me Y/N?” he moans into my ear.

“It’s more fun that way”, I tease.

Once I have him undone, I slide them down mid-thigh. I take a moment to admire his surprisingly toned legs, which had been hiding under his modest clothing for too long. His erection looks nearly painful as I pull down his boxers, a droplet of precum sliding down the length of it. I lick the tip of him, running circles around the head with my tongue. Ethan grabs my hair and pushes me into him. I look up at him. His eyes are closed and his lips parted. I stand back against the wall to face him.

“You’re not gonna keep going?”, he inquires.

“I think you’re far too eager to even bother”, I answer.

“Huh. For one of my students you’re not very respectful, are you? I am your professor after all.”

“Don’t remind me” I give him a coy smile, “But I don’t think you care much about that right now.”

He doesn’t disagree. I begin to stroke him, which certainly prevents further questioning. Ethan leans up to my ear and whispers in a low voice, “You’re not wrong. I want you now, and don’t make me beg for it Y/N”. I pull him in with an answer, “I don’t intend to, Mr. Dolan”. I take his hand and guide it down to my aching pussy. My wetness greets him and he groans in approval, “I think you’re ready for me too”, he moans. A rough finger circles my clit and I twitch with bliss. He glides a finger inside me, and then two, pumping them slowly at a delicious rhythm.

Ethan places one hand on the wall behind me and lifts my leg up again. Without much warning he pushes into me gently at first, and then with more intent. His cock throbs as he fills me. I feel him accelerate, moaning consistently as he thrusts. I run my hands up and down his back, scratching the skin with my nails. I can sense him panting into my neck, his hot breath reminding me of earlier. Ethan somehow presses me harder into the wall, uttering a “Fuck” under his breath. A warm, tingling sensation climbs from my stomach into my chest, I know I’m becoming undone. I start rubbing my clit, eagerly awaiting release. Ethan grabs my hand and throws it against the wall.

“Let me.” he says, as he replaces my hand with his.

His strength keeps me firmly hoisted up as he continues to pump in and out of me.

“I’m getting close” he mutters, his voice deep and raspy.

“Me too”, I manage to utter back.

Ethan moans loudly, “Shiit I’m gonna cum”. He presses his strong fingers into my thigh, curls the other hand into the wall and finishes inside me. It doesn’t take long for me to join him. I climax hard while digging my nails into his back. I manage a weak, high-pitched ‘fuck’ as I ride my high out.

He pulls out of me, still panting and visibly sweating.

“You killed my back Y/N” he says, and lifts his shirt and turns his back to me to show me the marks. Short, but deep scratches line his spine.

“Damn. I’m sorry! I got into it.” I respond.

He shakes his head and laughs, “Yeah, but it was worth it”.

I pull my panties back up and shift my skirt, agreeing with him in the process. Ethan proceeds to dress himself too and brushes his hair out of his face. He offers me a kiss and tells me that he could be up for this again.

“I wouldn’t mind” I blush, “But you cannot tell anybody about this okay?”

“I had no intention to, you know I could lose my job over this.” He answers.

“True, but it certainly was nice”

“Yeah, I have to say you did impress me after all” He laughs.

Very clever, I think. I could get used to extra wood shop hours.

[thatlesbiannudistcult-stories]

Finding Goddess (Chapter 13)

Breakfast was always best when it was eaten with Carol. Not because she was the best cook or anything, but for the simple reason that Katherine was being served by her surrogate mommy! Seeing the older woman roam around the kitchen, pulling various things out of the fridge and cupboards and mixing them together over a hot stove turned her on in more ways than one. Especially since Carol did it wearing nothing but an apron. Seeing her breasts jiggle against the cloth like they were trying to break free while the raven-headed woman's bare butt peaked out adorably from behind was unbelievably sexy. Katherine couldn't imagine anything more mom-like if she tried!

It was enough to make her sigh as she stepped out of the apartment and into her car. She didn't want to go to work. She wanted to stay with her naked mommy, have some more fun with her, marvel at her beautiful body, just for a little while longer. Fate robbed her of the opportunity to spend any quality time with her biological mother; why couldn't she spend all the time she wanted to with her sexy fake mother? Speaking of which, said sexy fake mother was exiting the apartment, no doubt to head out for work herself. She looked the part; her hair was neatly combed, her face was done up, and she had her purse and her briefcase in her hands. The only thing she didn't have were her clothes. She had walked outside stark naked! Katherine completely blanched. What is she...how did...her naked problem! It must be kicking in again! "Mom, Carol, wait!" Katherine shouted as she flung her door open. It was too late. Carol had already slammed her own shut and was pulling out of her building's meager parking lot. Katherine had to act fast! She was parked on the other side of the street opposite her lover's place. If she ran quick enough, maybe, just maybe she could slam into Carol's car and get her attention. Unfortunately, she wasn't quick enough. By the time the black girl's foot hit the sidewalk, Carol was already on the road and zooming away, her car rapidly disappearing over the horizon. Putting more and more distance between her and her clothes. Katherine had to admit, the idea of Carol driving around town and going to work in the buff was really hot! Who knows just how many people's days she would make stepping into the office bouncing breasts first? But...more likely than not, she would just get arrested if she did that. And fired! And Katherine couldn't let that happen, not to her mommy! She whipped out her phone and began texting furiously. She had to tell Carol, had to warn her! Calling her would be better, but knowing the nudist woman, she wouldn't answer it in the car. She was too responsible like that. So Katy did the next best thing: she spammed her girlfriend with messages! 'mom ur naked' 'get dressed' 'hurry' 'gr8 ass btw' Hopefully, the constant stream of alerts would get Carol's attention before she got out of her car and exposed herself to everyone. Because if they didn't... Katherine jumped. She thought she heard a loud screech off in the distance. It sounded like some kind of screaming machine. Or some kind of screaming person. She couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both; a screaming robot person. That would be something. The roaring hum of rolling tires and panicked machinery grew louder as a familiar-looking car suddenly appeared and started to zoom its way in her direction. But before Katherine could utter a sigh of relief over her message to Carol coming through, she was forced to jump back as the car came to a very sudden and very dangerous halt, spinning a near 180 degrees on the road as a certain someone slammed on the brakes a little too hard. SCRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! The tires screamed as they grinded on the pavement, no doubt leaving rubber skids marks behind. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The tires' screams turned into Carol's as she flew out of her car in a mad panic, nearly knocking Katherine over as she blazed past her, naked and barefoot as the day she was born. Katherine was amazed the apartment building didn't get itself a new Carol-shaped window. *** The blush didn't fade from either Carol's face or her body. Not while she dressed herself. Not while she got back in her car. Not while she drove to work. Not while she entered the building, rode the elevator, and walked into the office. And it still didn't fade as gravity all but kicked her into her chair with a steel-toed boot. It still burned her every inch of skin, making her look and feel like a lobster in a pot of boiling water. Red, hot, cramped, and ready to blow up at a moment's notice. She thought she was going to get better, but she wasn't. She was getting worse. The thought to put her clothes on didn't cross her mind at all this morning. If Katherine hadn't been there, if Katherine hadn't warned her in time, if Carol's phone had been muted...she would never have realized that she had gone to work butt-naked until it was too late! Waiting out whatever condition was afflicting her wasn't going to do it. Carol had to...had to...had to do something to put an end to it! Because if she didn't, then she'd... "Hey, Carol! Working hard, or hardly working?" Carol stifled both a groan and the urge to bang her head on her desk. A talk with the office clown was the last thing she needed right now. "Not now, Harold," she mumbled. "I'm not having the best day right now." "Sorry to hear that," said her well-meaning co-worker. "What's been going on? Anything I can do to help?" "No there isn't. And I don't wanna talk about it," Carol muttered, too tired and surly to think up a proper excuse. Harold looked like he had more to say, but before he could so much as get another word in, a new voice suddenly spoke up. "Um, Miss...Connors is it?" Carol looked up to see who else decided it was their goddess-given duty to aggravate her and once more resisted the urge to bang her head on the her desk. Of all the people who had to approach her at this bitter hour, it had to be none other than the new intern. The cute, innocent-looking, bespectacled one she nearly bumped into yesterday, and who put all kinds of dirty thoughts into her head. "Yes?" she snapped, not bothering to hide her annoyance. She regretted it immediately when she saw the girl wilt behind the stacks of papers and folders she was holding. "I-I've been told to pass this onto you," the intern stammered. "Elaine Cassidy will be coming in today. They want you to speak to her about her work-in-progress." The blood finally drained from Carol's face. "Elaine...Cassidy? Oh Goddess, no..." The intern wasn't done talking. "And, since they don't know when she'll be here, they want you stationed in Writer's Room 3 for the day so she can have her meeting with you as soon as she gets here." Carol didn't bang her head on her desk, but she did lower her head onto it, burying it in her arms if only to give herself the illusion that she was actually hiding. Because the Goddess only knew how much she really needed to hide! She couldn't see the intern's face, but she was certain the poor girl was likely confused. "And, uh...they suggested you read over her manuscript while you wait for her. To review what you think needs to be revised and all." "Noooooooooooo," Carol moaned into her arms, really wanting to cry right now. "Um, that's all I had to say, so...bye!" said the intern. The rapid padding of her feet indicated she was scurrying away as fast as she could. No doubt she wasn't very comfortable speaking to Carol either. "Goddess damn son of a..." Carol muttered as she pushed herself up, pausing only to meet the baffled gaze of Harold. "Why are you looking at me like that? And what are you still doing here?" "Elaine...Cassidy?" he said. "Is she by any chance related to Jay Elliot Cassidy?" "Yes. She's the daughter of our company's bestselling author," said Carol. "And honestly, that's the only reason she's given the time of day here." "I take it she's a difficult person to work with?" "Difficult, annoying, immature, unprofessional, and very pretentious," said Carol giving her head a rub to soothe the headache that was starting to make itself known. "She thinks she's the Goddess' gift to writing, but she's not. She's terrible! She feels the need to describe every goddesss-damn little thing and action. She spent five whole pages describing a woman putting groceries away! Five pages! Of 'she put this in the fridge and that in the fridge and this in the fridge.' And three whole paragraphs talking about how handsome a man's chin was! I have never read anything more grueling and tedious in my life! And if you try to tell her what's wrong, she gets snippy and accuses you of just not getting her 'art!' It's just...AGGGHHHHH!" "Sounds...difficult," said Harold unhelpfully. "Any idea why they're having you talk to her?" "No clue at all," said Carol. "Maybe I'm the only person here she'll kind of sort of listen to? Or maybe this whole universe just hates me? I don't know!" "I see," said Harold. "By the way, what is this goddess you keep mentioning?" Carol raised an eyebrow worryingly. "G-goddess?" "Yeah, you keep saying 'goddess.' Often wherever most people would say 'god.' Is this some kind of new expression going around? Or did you convert to a new religion?" "I...haven't converted to anything," stammered Carol, who was starting to feel awfully hot again. Hot...and sweaty. "I...I have to go to the Writer's Room right now." "Yeah, I guess you should," said Harold. "Good luck! May the Goddess, whoever she is, be with you for your meeting with Miss Cassidy!" Carol grumbled at his quip as she grabbed her things and got a move on, though she couldn't help but wish it would actually be true. Goddess knew she could really use a...goddess. *** It was called the Writer's Room not because it was where people went to write, but because it was typically where writers would go to talk business with the good people of the Trilo Publishing Company. It and its sister rooms were cozy little places that offered plenty of privacy not found in the rest of the office, making them especially ideal for an author to learn from a copy editor like Carol why their book was trash and why they were trash for writing it. That's what Carol wanted to tell Elaine the second the little bitch set foot inside anyway. Going over her text like she had been for the past 30 minutes was darkening the mother's already foul mood. 'First she pulled out the milk and she put that in the fridge. Then she pulled out the juice and she put that in the fridge. Then she pulled out the bananas and she put those in the fridge...' "For fuck's sake, you don't put bananas in the fridge!" she roared, resisting her every urge to hurl the computer monitor at the wall. "This idiot knows nothing! How much longer does this go for? Goddess...did she jot down her grocery list during a bad case of writer's block or what? No, I doubt she's ever had to go grocery-shopping in her life. Damn it, my daughters wrote more engaging shit in first grade!" Carol took an angry sip of her coffee, all the while secretly wishing it was wine. Being drunk was the only thing that would make reading this crap bearable. Her wish intensified the moment the bitter-tasting liquid hit her lips. "Gah! Too hot! Too hot!" she sputtered, hastily stowing the mug on the edge of her desk. "Looks like it's going to be another rotten day," she grumbled, dropping her head despondently into her hand. It was bad enough she'd have to talk to someone as irritating as Elaine, but did the wait have to be so grueling too? She scrolled ahead into the document. Maybe there was a better, more engaging passage later on. Stories tended to be a lot more iffy on the early parts after all. Perhaps Elaine found her voice on page 100 or so? 'Like a billion rays of brilliant gilded sunshine did his hair flutter and fly in the breeze, twirling like the spinning whirlpools that were likely spinning somewhere in the azul-coloured ocean from which the waves crashed on the beach they were both standing on like two tall statues standing in the dawn. She loved his hair. She loved that about him. She would jump in and dive in it if she could, she would paddle, swim, and kick in it like it was the cerulean ocean that was meeting the beach they were both standing on, she would wear it on her body like a new dress bought at the store. That was how much she loved his hair. That was how much she loved Jones, but which she could never find the lexemes or vocables to inform him of that emotion she felt. Just like how she loved his chin. It was magnificently square, it kind of reminded her of a big rock and it...' "Ohhhhh Goooooooodeeeeesssssssss," Carol groaned, rubbing her head. This hurt so much that she swore her brain was trying to break out of her skull just to be free of this madness. Reading this text couldn't be good for anybody's health, and she was expected to pore over it for possibly HOURS? "I can't do this," she breathed as she minimized the document on the computer screen. "I need to read something better. Something more engaging. Something..." Her eyes fell down to her purse, where the Scripture of Zenriah was peering out at her like a mischievous kitten just begging to be petted. "Something...erotic," she whispered before snatching it up in her greedy hands. *** And so the Goddess could love and be loved eternally as ever She desired, but nay, the same could not be said of Her wives. For though they ever basked in the love of their Goddess, never could they sing they their love for Her as ever as they wished. Every hour of every day and every hour of every night rang with the hymn of Zenriah and a hundred scores of Her wives, and yet in those times were hundred scores more who could not sing with Her. It was in those periods of silence where new songs would have to be sung in ways never sung to the Goddess before. Arnessi yearned for her Goddess in Her hours of absence, so she took to wallowing and bathing in the clay from which all Womankind was made. She let it drip and she let it seep upon her form until it enwombed her from toe tip to hair tip, and then she let it seep within her woman. For Arnessi knew that the Goddess had once touched these pools of creation and in doing so, mayhap She was touching her once more. In her singing and her bucking and her blossoming, Arnessi learned she too could shape the clay like the Goddess had before. By embracing it with her arms and kneading it in her hands, by smothering it in her chest, and enclosing it in her bloom, Arnessi was able to create a still being in the image of Zenriah. Enraptured by her creation, Arnessi sought to create more. Statue after statue of the Goddess did she create, each more beautiful and more perfect than the last. More came to look upon what Arnessi had made and like her, they too were struck with love by the image of their Goddess. And so they joined Arnessi in her creation. Through smothering of lips and licking of tongues and of blooming of flowers and quaking of yoni, they sent ripples through the lakes of mud, they pushed rock and stone, they reshaped earth, erected mountains, split canyons, sprinkled dust, and cooled lava. When they were done, they made the first and greatest sculpture in all the history of Womankind. A home fit for a Goddess, Her Wives, Her consorts, and Her children. She made the Temple of Zenriah. And so she became known as Arnessi the Builder... ... The Goddess and the fire. For Kinuse, these were the only passions that mattered. When with the fire, she yearned for the Goddess. When with the Goddess, she yearned for the fire. For though Woman was a creature prone to dripping and flowing and running as water dripped and flowed and ran, was she not also fire given physical form? Did Woman not dance as fire danced? Did Woman not warm as fire warmed? Did Woman not tremble in the throes of passion as fire trembled? Did Woman not lick the petals of her being as fire licked? When Kinuse did not lay with Zenriah, when Kinuse did not lay with Woman, then Kinuse did lay with fire. And she loved it in all the ways that she loved Goddess and Woman! If fire could love Kinuse as Woman loved her, then could it not love the Goddess as Woman loved Her as well? So Kinuse bathed in only the purest of oils, shorn of the blood of fallen trees and leviathans. She spread it across her flesh, soaked it into her hair, and let it flow into the valleys of her posterior and of her labia until it became that of another skin over her form. And then she set herself aflame. Wreathed in fire and ensconced in flame and embroiled in light and emanating of heat, Kinuse presented herself to the Goddess in all her fiery glory and she began to dance. She thrust her breasts into the air, she twirled her hair round in circles, she splayed her legs and kicked them skyward to show her Goddess the glowing embers of her womanhood. And she burned all throughout. From her hair and from her hand and from her feet and from her nips, the flames danced and they dazzled and cast wondrous shadows all around Kinuse as the sun sank and the moon rose. All looked upon Kinuse as she danced with stars in their eyes, enchanted by the lights that never illuminated their nights in all the centuries they had lived through before. And none were more delighted than Zenriah. No longer able to contain Herself, the Goddess took to a lioness stalking her prey and pounced upon Her fiery lover with a hunger never known before. Licking the rosebud of the Goddess with her tongue and her hands and her breasts and her body and her flames, Kinuse proved that Woman was indeed a creature of fire as much as she was a being of water. For four days she burned until finally the Goddess' pleasure quenched her with a wave of infinite love, and with it went Kinuse's wakefulness. She laid happily in the pool of her Beloved's loving essence, completely unburned and unscorched by a force fatal to lesser beings made not by divine hands. ... And so Kinuse the Unburned became a holy flame to illuminate the Goddess's Temple and Her growing city forevermore. ... Enamored by the flowers, Lila... *** "Hey, old lady! Old ladyyyyyy? Wake up! I'm right here! HellOOOOOOO? Is anyone home?" Old lady? Looking up from her book with an indignant scowl, Carol growled: "Who are you calling—" Oh. It was her. She recognized that bleached blond hair and that snooty glare any day of the week. It was Elaine Cassidy, looking like she always did: like she owned the place and that the world revolved around her. Just seeing her made Carol want to wretch. Sadly, that was just another one of many things Carol couldn't do thanks to the demands of life and especially of her job. The only thing she could do was put on her biggest fake smile and pretend that everything was just dandy right now. No matter how much it hurt her soul or her face. "Oh, Miss Cassidy, what a pleasure it is to <>see</i> you a...see you a..." Her voice trailed off. Her fake smile flickered and a cold chill fell over her whole body. Not a metaphorical chill used to illustrate a sudden sense of unease, but a very literal chill that blew all over her skin from the office's air conditioning, causing goose bumps to rise over nearly every inch of her exposed flesh. It hit all the parts of her that it normally did, like her face and her neck and her hands. And it hit all the parts of her that it normally didn't as well. Like her shoulders, her back, her stomach, her thighs, her feet, and especially her breasts. I didn't. She looked down. To her horror, it turned out she very much did! Caroline Connors was sitting at the desk, in her workplace, before a very important client for her company. And she was completely naked!

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“Tailor-made Just for You” (Renji Abarai)

Renji Abarai. _____ _____ knew his body better than anyone else. After all, she was his tailor. And he kept her busy. It seemed that she saw Renji all the time. From ripped sleeves during training to shredded shihakushos from battle, she’d seen it all. Some days she wondered if Renji were the busiest soul reaper in the Seireitei. Whenever he would mention a new mission coming up she would order material for a new shihakusho, work on it while he was away, and have it ready for a final fitting on his return because the word “mission” meant his clothes were not making it home intact.

 For over a year, Renji had been going to ____ to tailor-make his shihakushos. He went to her because she was the best and everyone in the Seireitei knew it. However, once he’d gotten to know her, he began looking forward to his appointments with her for a different reason. She was lovely and funny, and made him look and feel like a million kan. It only took him three months to completely fall in love with her. But, it took him six more months before he worked up the courage to ask her out to dinner.

 Since then, Renji and _____ had been a casual couple. They usually spent their evenings with a group of his friends, eating dinner and hanging out. She was his “plus one” wherever he went socially. He was content to be casual and get to know her outside of her shop while letting her get comfortable in his world. It also didn’t hurt that she loved making clothes for him, and she had a true gift for fashion. They were, hands down, the best dressed couple in the Seireitei.

 His favorite evenings with her were when they were alone. She would invite him for dinner and they would cuddle up to watch a movie. They would fall asleep on the couch and he always got breakfast and a smooch before they both left for work the next morning.

 Last night had been a night they spent alone. It had also been the first time Renji had kissed her…really kissed her – none of the sweet pecks and smooches they’d exchanged for the last three months. He’d branded her with that first passionate kiss. Between his skill with that glorious mouth of his and the way she felt about him…she knew without a doubt that her heart belonged to him. And, she was terrified.

 Renji arrived at _____’s house for dinner. He was still walking on clouds after the soul-searing kiss they’d shared last night. So when she met him at the door looking like she had been crying, alarms went off in his head and his stomach dropped. He followed her further into the house. “Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?” He feared someone had died because _____ wasn’t a woman who cried easily.

 She stopped in the living room, lifted his latest, tattered shihakusho and looked at him with teary eyes, “This is what’s wrong. This is what happens.”

 Renji looked baffled. Why the hell is she crying over a ripped shihakusho? “O – K.” He reached for her, but she pulled a step away. His look darkened; something was very wrong. “Tell me what’s got you so upset, _____.”

 Her face was a mask of emotional misery, “Last night!” Shook her head, “That kiss…what I feel…”

 Seeing her struggle was like being slowly sliced open a millimeter at a time. He had a sneaking suspicion of what was bothering her and he wasn’t going to let her escape this relationship, not without a fight. Time to lay it on the line. His eyes bored into hers and he closed the distance between them without touching her, “I love you, _____, I have for a long time.”

 It was like an explosion had gone off in her head. His words echoing over and over, beating at the door to her heart. She shook her head again, “I’m terrified, Renji. Terrified that one day this,” dropped the shihakusho on the floor, “will be all that makes it back from one of your missions.”

 Renji had guessed correctly. He tilted her chin up to make her face him. “I won’t lie and say that that will never happen. But, I can promise you that I plan on being around for a very long time. My only goal has always been to get stronger and that’s what I’ve done.” The backs of his fingers stroked along her jaw, “_____, no one is promised a tomorrow.” He dropped a soft kiss on her lips, “All I know is that I want you to be with me when all those tomorrows come.” His eyes held hers. “I promise you this – whether it’s only for a day or for a millennium, I will love you to my last breath.”

 The shimmer of her tears shone like diamonds as they spilled down her cheeks. Renji enfolded her in his arms – this time she didn’t pull away. She leaned into him, her face buried against his chest, her hands clutching his shirt. He heard her mumble something against him.

 “What?” He asked.

 She leaned back, lifted her face, and spoke around a sniffle, “I said ‘I love you, Renji’!” The smile that dawned on his face was so bright she felt like a fist was squeezing her heart.

 He leaned in for a kiss and she shifted just a bit to make him miss. “I – I need to wash my face. I’m all snotty and icky.”

 “I don’t care.”

 “I do!” She pulled an impressive evasive maneuver that wiggled her right out of his grasp and had her on her way to the bathroom.

 He laughed and followed her. A memory of their first picnic in the park rose up in his mind. He had chased her that day too. She had squealed like a little girl when he caught her and tickled her neck with nibbling kisses. They had talked for hours that day about everything and nothing.

 He leaned in the bathroom doorway as she blew her nose and then washed her face. “You’re beautiful when you cry.” His gaze settled on her butt as she bent over the sink, “And when you bend over.”

 “Oh yeah, snotty nose, puffy eyes, blotchy skin – every woman in the Seireitei is grinding her teeth in envy.”

 He chuckled. “So, what movie do you want to pretend to watch tonight?”

 She turned around and lifted her dress up and over her head then let it fall on the floor. Her bra and panties were simple, white lace. His eyebrows reached for the sky. “No movie tonight, just –” Renji moved so fast she never got to finish the sentence. His lips were on hers, hot and hungry, his hands lifting her easily.

 He carried her into her bedroom, put her on the bed, and then stripped off his shirt so fast she heard two stitches pop as it whipped over his head. She giggled when he got tangled in his jeans, but that choked off when his underwear hit the floor. Two words sprang to mind: Wow. Huge. He stood still and let her look her fill. The heat in her gaze stoked his desire even more. “Oh, my stars…” She was on her knees, reaching for him. “Renji Abarai, you are one extremely gorgeous man.” All those muscles…those beautiful, hard muscles. From top to bottom, Renji was a living, breathing work of art. And he was hers – all hers.

 He smiled at her then sucked in a breath like he’d been burned when her hands gently stroked his erection. She pressed a kiss just below his belly button and felt him twitch in her hands before she grinned up at him, “I see the carpet matches the drapes.”

 Renji laughed as he leaned forward, forcing _____ to move back. He crawled onto the bed with her, trying to get her where he wanted her. She was having none of that. She pulled his supporting arm out from under him, sending him onto his back with a little “whuff”. “Ladies first, Lt. Abarai.”

 “My thoughts exactly,” his nimble fingers released her bra in one quick movement, “I can’t wait to taste you.” The bra was flung blindly over the side of the bed with one hand as two fingers on the other hand hooked the lacy fringe of her panties.

 She scooted her lower body out of his reach. “I meant I get to taste you first.” She kissed the palm of his hand. “From the first day I saw you, I’ve wanted you.” Her fingers began to trace the tattoos on his arms, following them to his chest. “You have no idea how many times my fingers have ached to trace your ink; to learn the shape of your muscles, to feel your strength, to know that no one gets to touch you like I do.” She leaned over him, lips lowering to kiss and lick the tattoos on his chest.

 Renji shivered. He couldn’t speak, emotion had clogged his throat. What she just said – what she was doing with that sexy mouth…if she went any lower…

 She kissed her way down his chiseled abs. The moment she passed below his belly button, his hips lifted in anticipation of her reaching her goal. She chuckled against his lower belly, a mere inch from the tip of his erection. Shifting, she put herself between his legs facing him – better access for her, better visual for him. Her eyes held his, “Every time I knelt before you during your alterations, I thought about this...” Her lips skimmed down his shaft. He gripped the sheets and chewed his lip. She rubbed her cheek on him all the way back up, “…how it would feel as you slid past my lips…”

 Renji’s face was a study in sweet agony. He still couldn’t speak thanks to _____’s seductive words scattering his thoughts. Her touch was nearly unbearable, overloading nerve endings that were screaming for attention. Then, her mouth, slick and warm, pulled him in. His hips rose. A guttural groan. He had to see…

 Mistake! Seeing her lips around him as she slowly worked her mouth up and down, tongue exploring just as slow – he nearly came right then. “Fuck…” it was a huff of breath as he threw his head back onto the pillows to focus on anything that would keep his control in check for longer than a few more heartbeats. She hummed against him – a happy sound that vibrated and made his legs shake.

 Lightning flashed, painting the room silver-white. Renji began counting…1…2…3…thunder rolled. _____’s tongue rolled over him and he moaned. Her hands were stroking where her mouth couldn’t reach. The gentle sound of rain mingled with his heavy breaths.

 A double, blinking flash…1…2…thunder rolled. She held him still using the underside of her tongue along with her lips to rub over the head of his cock. Her focus narrowed to just below the tip in the one spot that drove him crazy with pleasure. He was squirming despite her hold on him. Wild, frenzied, his brain was short-circuiting and all he knew was that he needed to touch her. He tried to sit up but only managed to get halfway. He leaned on one elbow, the other hand reached for her. His hand found purchase on the back of her neck, a handful of hair pushed out of the way. He had to see…

 A blinding flash, the room went bright white, burning afterimages of her over him…1…thunder rolled. She took him back into her mouth. Watching every move she made, he gasped, panted. Sucking hard and fast like trying to guzzle her favorite drink through a straw – he was sliding back and forth in her mouth, over that oh-so-wicked tongue that kept his sweet spot stimulated. His legs were trembling to the rhythm of her sucking. He was bucking, jerking, ragged breaths all saying the same thing: his control was about to shatter.

 The room lit up as a peal of thunder shook the house. Renji came with an incoherent shout, half growl, half yell. _____ took his essence with ease, making sure he was finished before gently releasing him. She nearly giggled when he went dead-weight and didn’t respond to his name. She peeled the hair away from his face, brushed the backs of her fingers over his cheek…nothing, not even a twitch.

 Another clap of thunder rattled the windows. The power went out. _____ sighed and groped in the dark for the candle on the nightstand. She spent a few minutes lighting candles around the room before taking one into the bathroom for a quick clean up. A few gulps of water and a swish of mouthwash took her less than a minute.

 Upon her return, she crawled back into bed to wrap herself around Renji who seemed to still be recovering. She stroked his face and planted a few soft kisses across his forehead. Feeling her hands on him and her skin against his, Renji finally opened his eyes. She was grinning at him, “Did you pass out?”

 “Maybe, a little.” He stroked her face, “I have never had anyone do what you just did to me.”

 “You’re telling me no one has ever given you oral before?”

 “No, babe, I mean no none has ever done it like you. Holy shit, that was amazing.” He kissed her, tasted mint. “Why do you taste minty? How long was I out?” He looked around, “What’s with all the candles?”

 She snickered. “Mouthwash. Long enough. And the power went out.”

 He nuzzled her neck, a chuckle rumbling in her ear before his voice turned sultry. “Mmmm – making love by candlelight. Perfect.” His lips trailed along her jaw to her chin. A slight tilt of her head and he kissed under her chin then down her throat. She pulled the hairband out of his hair letting it spill free. The silky strands slipped through her fingers as he moved lower. Turning her onto her back, the candlelight made her skin glow. “_____, you are so beautiful.” His hands were large and her breasts were a pleasant handful. His mouth was warm as he covered a nipple. She sighed and began to arch into him. He sucked and a jolt of sharp pleasure shot straight down her body. He moved to the other one, not leaving until he got the same result.

 Renji’s hair dragged over her skin as he kissed her stomach, swirled his tongue around her belly button and then sank lower. _____ was starting to writhe under him and he hadn’t even taken her panties off. “Such pretty panties, maybe I should leave them on you.”

 She looked down at his teasing grin. “Pull them off, rip them off, cut them off. I don’t care as long as they are off. The only thing I want on me tonight is you.” He laughed, a wicked glint in his eyes as they peered at her through his long bangs.

 He kissed and licked across the edge of her panties from one hip to the other. A finger hooked in the middle of the lacy fringe and dragged them down, his lips following. She lifted her butt so he could pull them off. They were quickly whipped down her legs and tossed aside. He dragged two pillows down to stuff them under her lower back and butt before settling between her legs, easing them over his shoulders as he got comfortable. He planned to be there for a while.

 She was eager for his touch, fidgeting, wishing he would finally put his mouth where she needed it most. But, Renji occupied himself with kissing her hip, above her pubic bone, the crease where her thigh met her pelvis. His hands were busy on her skin: rubbing, kneading, distracting her as he moved from spot to spot. She tried to move into his touch, but the constant shift in sensations gave her no chance to focus. He could smell her arousal and hear frustration her moans. Watching her claw the sheets made him smile against her skin. “Baby, you smell so good. Can I taste you?”

 Her voice broke on a hoarse plea, “Yes, Renji, please!”

 She expected him to dive right in, but even in this he was still going so slow. He licked a fleshy outer lip, giving it a sucking kiss. She bucked a bit. He repeated the action on the other one. She growled, a sound that damn near bordered on annoyance. Renji swallowed a snicker. He licked lightly over her slit, skimming outside, making sure he didn’t push in any further. A tremor ran through her legs. She whined, begging without words.

 “Look at me, _____.”  His voice was a bit husky.

 Propped on the pillows, she was on display with Renji hovering over her. The sight of his broad shoulders dwarfing her spread legs made her feel small and delicate. It also sent a fresh wave of heat to pool inches from where his mouth was poised. His hair was cascading over one shoulder to pool on her belly, right where a knot of need had formed. She reached for him, her hand threading into his hair, a light scrape of her nails across his scalp. He pressed a kiss to her wrist before dropping his lips to her tender flesh. She let out a small gasp as she watched his lips press and spread against her. A moan followed when she saw and felt his tongue slide over her clit and then down to taste her. He hummed, she trembled. His little groan of pleasure – she tasted like heaven.

 Renji’s eyes never left hers. But, she wasn’t looking back, she was watching his mouth. He made a show of it, long drags up with his tongue before sliding the back of it over her. His lips kissing and gently pulling at her had her panting. Gripping his hair seemed to excite him more. He sped up, his tongue flicking fast at her clit had her legs echoing the rhythm. Her fogged mind managed one thought: How the hell can he move his tongue so fast?!

 Just when she though she couldn’t take anymore, he stopped. One hand crept around her hip. Two fingers spread her folds a bit wider and pulled up to expose the little bundle of nerves. Soft and slow he licked. Her back arched. “Oh my god, Renji…” she hissed. Sharp and intense at first, the pleasure reached a whole new level. Then his lips encased that sensitive nub, his tongue worked magic she never knew existed. There was nothing to compare it to, nothing had ever felt this good in her life.

 Renji watched _____’s face. She looked like she was in pain, but the moans, mewls, and shuttering breath told a different story. He could feel her whole body pull taut and her legs were shaking. She’d let go of his hair to dig into the pillows under her, a white-knuckled grip. Any minute now, she’s gonna snap…

 Like a stray thread in a tapestry that had been plucked, she completely unraveled. A deep groan tore free as she lost all control. Her body was rocking, her voice was filling the room, moans had given way to cries of pleasure that carried his name. And Renji was enjoying every second of it.

 He waited until he felt her relax before he indulged in her taste. He was well on the way to addiction, his thoughts consumed with one word: more.

 She slowly regained her scattered senses and realized that Renji was still camped out. She met his gaze, quirked a brow, “Enjoying yourself down there?”

 He lifted his head and grinned, “You taste so amazing.” He stood up on his knees, wiped a thumb across his bottom lip and licked it clean, “I couldn’t help myself.” He pulled the pillows from underneath her and tossed them by the headboard. He sat down, legs folded and crossed. “C’mere.”

 _____ shifted onto her knees and crawled into Renji’s lap. He put a hand on her hip to guide her, the other holding his shaft so that it entered her smoothly. They both groaned as their bodies slid together as one, chests pressing together, arms circling each other. He gritted against her lips, “Ungh…you’re so tight…”

 She sucked his bottom lip, both her hands framing his face as she went completely still. She tilted his head just a bit to allow her to slant her mouth over his. He let her take over, mirroring her motions. The more she kissed him, the wilder she got. Nipping, whimpering, her tongue and lips consuming them both in a kiss of fire. He could feel her inner muscles flexing on him and he growled into her mouth. His hands gripped her butt and started pumping her against him. That broke the kiss. Her head fell back and she moaned, “Oh, Renji, yessss…” Her hands moved to his shoulders to steady herself as she rode him. Moments later, he felt her clamp down, muscles squeezing him as an orgasm washed over her. He held her steady until the last waves passed.

 Lips on her neck, he felt the steady beat of her pulse. She brought her face back to his. Fingers wove into his hair, nails dragging, moving to hold the back of his head. He shivered. Eyes soft, full of raw emotion, she spoke, “I love you, Renji.”

 Something primal stirred in him. One arm around her waist secured her as he swept her under him. Her head landed near the edge of the bed. His kiss was feral as if he couldn’t contain the wild feelings she’d stirred in him. His hands grabbed the edge of the mattress using it to get leverage to surge hard into her. The first thrust made her gasp and her eyes fly wide. The onslaught that followed drove her to into a frenzy. She clawed at his back, toes curling as he raked himself over every sweet spot inside her. His teeth scraped her neck, her collarbone, her jaw. Grunts and the stutter of his breath near her ear sent a tickling shiver down her back. She clung to him, desperate to live in the moment as long as possible.

 Her hitching breaths and moans were punctuated by one word at a time, “More,” grunted on a deep drive. “Yes!” That wonderful long slide of him on the retreat and return. She managed to string together, “P – Please, d – don’t stop!” a moment before a wail of release crawled up her throat. Her orgasm hit like a bomb had gone off – a sudden rush of emotions and sensations all gathering in, then exploding out with a shockwave.

 Her body was demanding him to follow her. The tight, unrelenting spasms inside her gripped him and he couldn’t hold back. His climax pulled a garbled cry from his chest, somewhere between a curse and a roar.

 Renji’s head laid on her shoulder, face pressed to her neck. The only sound in the room was their heavy breaths slowly returning to normal. Aftershocks sent tremoring pulses from her inner muscles to his sensitized flesh drawing little gasps and sighs from them both. Her hand on the back of his neck was rubbing, soothing. His hand traced her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm. He lifted her free hand to his lips, enjoying the softness of her skin. He marveled at how small her hand was compared to his, yet so strong despite its size. Years of working with her hands around sharp objects had left a number of tiny scars all over them. He called them her mini battle badges; shears instead of swords, needles instead of kido. It always made her giggle when he would dramatize her tailor mishaps as if they were battles.

 Renji slipped free of her body, replacing the loss of connection with a deep, loving kiss. _____ was a bit startled when he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. She heard something fall in the sink, a muttered curse, then running water. When he returned he had a warm washrag in his hand. She put her hand out to accept it. “Ah, thank you.”

 “I got this.” Was all he said before cleaning her up. Her cheeks flamed bright pink. He couldn’t hold back a laugh, “All we just did with each other and this is what makes you blush?” Short on comebacks at the moment, she stuck her tongue out at him. He leaned over and sucked on it, getting a surprised squeak in return. “What? I thought it was an offer.” She giggled and admired his perfect ass as he returned the washrag to the sink in the bathroom.

 Back in the bed, he settled next to her, drawing a cover up over them before curling into her. He stroked her face, her hair, her neck, her back. Her hands were just as busy on his skin. Relaxing, their touches were comforting, loving. Slow kisses and soft sighs lulled them closer and closer to slumber.

 Before they could give in to sleep, Renji looked into _____’s lovely eyes. “I love you, _____ _____, with all my heart.”

 His words were reflected in the emotion in his eyes. She smiled at him. “I love you, Renji Abarai, with all my heart.”

 A sweet kiss filled with love sealed the unspoken promise of forever.