#yes this ended up being slightly crack-y but what about it

[kamitv]

▷ Impatience

Sypnosis . What happens when you come home late to them when they’re needy. / Pairings . (Separate) Gojo x f!reader, Geto x f!reader, Toji x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Nanami x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, non-curse au, dirty talk, unprotected sex, established relationships, oral sex f!receiving, dry humping, spitting, etc. / wc . 7.8k

[ MDNI ]

★ Gojo Satoru

“Fuuuuck, I missed you so much today,” He’d groan directly into your mouth, aching cock slipping in between your dripping folds so perfectly, “Missed’ this pussy, fuck.” Gojo whispers against your lips.

You’d let off a whine and your brows would pinch together at your boyfriend’s words, “W-Was only gone f-for an-, ahh, a-an hour longer, ‘Toru,” Your cunt narrowed around his long cock as he continued pushing into you.

To come home to a needy Gojo always ended the same— you laid out on the nearest surface beneath him as he worked his dick inside you and forced you to tell him about your extended day.

“Mhmm, I know,” He’d frown, sharp cerulean eyes boring down into your own so carefully, “Felt like forever though,” Gojo explains, nudging himself in inch by inch and watching how your eyes flicker and your lips part to release a sigh.

“You’re s-so,” Gojo rolls his hips down into you and you moan at the way his cock presses into the depths of your pussy— filling you up so perfectly, “Dramatic,” You finish, words coming out as a breathy moan.

Gojo bit his lower lip to conceal a smile. Oh how he loved watching your face contort into pleasure, he could watch the stress fading out of your eyes and being replaced with lust forever.

“M’not dramatic,” He huffs. The two of you were on your shared living room couch as he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom, needing to be inside you as quickly as possible.

Gojo’s got one hand intertwined with yours, pressing your fingers down into the soft couch cushion as he starts working up that pace of his.

“I missed my girlfriend,” Gojo groans, hips drawing back ever so slowly before he listens closely to the loud squelch of your cunt as his cock pushes back in. Biting his lip yet again, he smirks a bit, “Seems’ like she missed me too.”

Your neck arches a bit and you moan, the sound like music to his ears. “Toru, hahh-, you’re so big,” You mumble out due to the sheer stretch of his cock.

He can’t help but crack a full smile, his mind spinning a bit as your plush walls pulse around his veiny shaft. “Yeahh, but you take me so well every time, pretty girl,” Gojo praises, “Needy lil’ pussy’s always huggin’ my cock juuust right.”

Those lewd words of his make your face twist up but you can’t help but moan yet again as he slams down into you all at once.

“Hah, now tell me what held you up at work again?” Gojo requested amid his thrusts, despite watching you lose your breath.

You whine, “M-My coworker, mmgh-, h-he-“

Gojo’s cock twitched inside you, shifting slightly and purposefully angling into your cervix, “He?”

“M-Mmh-, y-yes Satoru, he!” You cry out, your hand squirming beneath his as Gojo’s larger fingers squeeze yours, “H-He… aagnh, fuck-, he messed up on some-, nngh, paperwork,” You just barely manage out.

The man above you tilts his head, eyes narrowing, and thrusts growing heavier. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, just peers down at you with this look in his eyes.

You’d swear those blue irises of his were glowing with how intently he looked at you. Not that you were allowed much time to dissect that though as Gojo began fucking his cock down into you a bit harsher.

The sloppy sounds of his thrusts echoed throughout the room, all of which were followed by your moans and pleas for him to slow down.

Gojo swiftly moves his free hand in between your body and his, finding your clit without batting an eye and quickly pinching it, “So another man kept you from me?” He eventually breathes out.

He sounded upset, which kinda explains why he’s growing so rough with you— angry cockhead pounding into your cunt so viciously, as if to remind you of who you belong to.

“Toruu,” You whimper, “P-Please-, h-he’s, aah! H-He’s just a c-coworker,” You try your best to explain it to your lover but all your whines go through one ear and out the other.

Gojo rolls his eyes at you, “Yeah, a coworker who took up my girl’s time,” He argues, “Y’know what, call in sick tomorrow.”

“W-What?” You exhale heavily. With eyes as wide as ever, you couldn’t believe your boyfriend right now.

“W-What?” Gojo mocks you before you feel his thick cock shove impossibly deeper inside you, “You fuckin’ heard me. I said call in sick,” He voices out lowly. It was more of a command rather than a request at this point.

An airy little noise of disapproval leaves your throat, “Hhgn… I c-can’t just-“ His thumb swirls over your clit as his dick continues to split you open, your cunt wetting up his cock more and more with each thrust. Then his pelvis clashes down into yours a bit harder and your eyes roll back, “Ohmygod-“

“You can,” Gojo protests, pulling his hips back until he nearly slips out of you. Then he’s drilling right back in such an animalistic way.

“Toru,” You moan sweetly, his pupils dilating even more at the sound.

Even so, he has no plans on changing his mind, “Nah, it seems you forgot how I feel about other guys gettin’ in the way of us,” Gojo grunts. The sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass as he beat his lengthy cock deep into your pussy was so overwhelming.

Your legs began to quicker a little and your back was lifting off the couch, “But h-he’s not-“

“Shut up,” Gojo cuts off. And you do, shutting your mouth obediently and whining instead, “Good girlll,” Gojo praises in that low voice of his. Then he pants and you swear you feel him in your stomach at this point, “Now hurry up ‘nd cum f’me, we gotta make up for lost time.”

★ Geto Suguru

Who allows you to get into your shared home perfectly fine at first, helping you take off your shoes, speaking in such a soft tone to you as he requests the events of your longer day.

You’d answer him honestly and explain how there was an error you had to stay and fix— to which Geto would soothe you with his understanding nature and gentle words.

Yet, the very second you sigh a little too heavily for his liking, he’s dragging you off to the bedroom and offering himself as a stress reliever.

“Suguruuu,” You mewl out, thighs spread over his handsome face with his big hands latched to your legs, fingers pressing into your skin as he aided you.

Those pretty purple-hued eyes of his would gaze right up into yours as you faced him, his tongue delving into your cunt and lapping up your sweetness into his mouth. His deep groans were like heaven against your cunt.

"Use me, princess," Geto groaned just before flattening his tongue against your dripping pussy and lapping it upward so very tenderly that it had you twitching and squirming above him.

You pant heavily, hips grinding over the wet pink muscle below for more friction in such a needy manner. Geto's thick fingers slid up along your body, caressing your tensed skin beneath his touch before he grabbed ahold of your hips and forced you to ride his face faster.

Although you couldn't see it, constantly was your boyfriend lifting his hips into the air as he feasted on your cunt like a man staved, his cock pressing up into the fabric of his sweats and giving himself the slightest bit of friction needed.

A sticky bit of precum was wetting up his boxers where his tip was, his fat cock so very desperate for you. But, he'd force himself to wait, your pleasure was more important at the moment.

Which is why his jaw is dropping a bit and his lips are cupping your pussy as he slurps your juices into his mouth, some slipping out from the corner of his lips and dribbling down his face. Not that he cared of course, especially not when you were above him whining and moaning so beautifully.

"Fuck Sugu-, that f-feels so good-, hhggn... ah!" You whine desperately above him. He's been at it for a minute now but his tongue is so damn skillful and long that you've got no idea how much time has truly passed.

Geto retracts his head only a little bit before spitting a fat glob of saliva up onto your cunt, "What a messy girl you are," He comments, his breath tickling the insides of your thighs, "Drippin' all into my mouth even when I'm not even moving."

Then he's leaning up again, his lips pressing into your sensitive clit and making you jump at the contact. A jolt of pleasure shoots throughout your body as he plants a bunch of messy kisses to your clit before suckling it into his mouth.

The tip of his tongue dashes around the sensitive bud and you reach a hand down, fingers curling into his hair as you roll your hips forward against his face for more.

"Mmmgh," Geto hums against you, "Yeahh, ride my fuckin' face, baby," He encourages, his words making you impossibly wetter as you do just that.

His tongue sinks back down and slithers into your cunt, searing against your plush walls as he moans into you. Your legs begin to close around his head and his fingers dig into your skin, "F-Fuck, m'gonna cum Sugu."

He just nods below you, lidded eyes revealing his zero intent on slowing down or stopping anytime soon. Your taste was so addicting to him, he could eat you out for hours and hours and never get tired.

Geto would have his mouth latched to your pussy until his jaw locked, and even then he'd still keep going. You could squirt on his face, beg him to give you a break, or even try pulling away from him but he'd always drag you back to him, tell you to take it, and request that you wet up his face again and again until he's satisfied.

Even as you cum in his mouth, his dick is throbbing in his sweats, twitching all over the place as it aches to be inside you. When you finally come undone and begin to pant softly above him, that's when he slows down.

"You can give me one more, yeah?" Geto hums with a sly smirk on his face, having yet to move an inch away from your pussy.

You shake your head, "M'tired Sugu..."

He frowns, "C'mon, you can't be tired after one orgasm. I thought we worked on that stamina of yours?" Geto whispers so softly as he turns slightly to kiss the inside of your thighs.

Pouting, "I had a long day..." You explain.

"Uhuh, and I'm trying to relieve you s'more baby," He tells you with an innocent look on his face, "C'mon, gimme a few more 'nd then I'll leave you alone."

"Suguru... you never leave me alone afterward," You huff out as you recall all the past times this exact scenario has played out.

Geto snickers, "That's because I've got a needy ass girl who likes beggin' for my cock afterward."

"I-," Your frown deepens, "I do not..."

"Yeahh ya' do..." He argues, "But it's alright, I like it when you're all needy 'nd start beggin' f'me."

With a slight groan, you shift above him a little, "...Shut up."

He tips his head back against the bed below and smiles, "Shut me up, c'mon. Put that pretty pussy on my mouth again."

Heat rushes to your face as he says that and almost instinctively, you just listen to him and sit right back down on his welcoming mouth.

★ Toji Fushiguro

Oh he hates when you come home late, as if he doesn’t do so himself all the damn time.

But the problem is that he’d be texting you begging-, no, never begging but, telling-, or ordering you to come home. Plethoras of I need you’s & look at what you’re doin’ to me’s followed by roughly five pictures of his thick and aggravatingly hard cock would ping to your phone while you’re in the middle of a meeting you didn’t have to attend.

And yes, you’ve explained this to your impatient partner Toji but does he care? Of course not.

So that’s why when you finally come home, you could barely into the damn house before he’s got that large veiny hand of his wrapped around your throat, tugging you into your household and slamming your body back against the front door to close it.

“Toji-“ You barely even get a chance to speak before he’s shoving his hot tongue into your mouth and shutting you up.

Your fiancé doesn’t care to hear your excuses, you’ve already texted them to him so, he’s grunting into your mouth and his free hand is moving to lock the door you’re up against.

His lips are hot and heavy against you, cologne dizzying your senses, bigger and much bulkier body pressing against you, and his hand limiting your oxygen.

“Told’ you I fuckin’ needed you,” Toji groans into your mouth as he trails a hand down and around your frame, quickly moving to grab a possessive hold of your ass, “Y’know how long I’ve been waitin’?”

You whine as his fingers curl into your ass cheek, squeezing so harshly before moving his lips to your jawline. “T-Toji, please, that meeting was-“

“Don’t care,” He hums so casually as he dips further down and to the side of your neck, sucking eagerly on your skin, “Forty-five fuckin’ minutes I’ve been waitin’ for you.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a big-, baby,” You stammer out as his hand shifts to your hip and he tugs you so that his one larger leg can press in between yours.

Toji scoffs against you and his hand leaves your throat, “I’m a big baby? Says the one who starts cryin’ from jus’ the tip.”

You grit your teeth and your hands go to his broad shoulders, “I do not…” You gasp as his thigh presses up against your clit, “You’re exaggeratin’.”

“Oh am I?” Toji chuckles, pulling his head up so he can look at your face, “Look at’cha now, can’t even handle a couple of kisses without lookin’ all fucked out.”

You frown at the man, “You couldn’t even let me get past the damn door before your hands were all over m-“

He shuts you up by lifting a hand to shove two thick fingers into your mouth, “God, you talk too much.”

A pout pulls at your lower lip as his fingers sink into your throat and press down on the back of your tongue. Your eyes gloss over a little and you gag.

His scared lip pulls up into a smirk, “Look at that fuckin’ pout… Aww, you mad?” Toji taunts.

God, you cannot stand him. Well, you can, that’s why you’ve got an engagement ring on your finger now— but still, he never fails to piss you off. And you’re pretty sure he likes pissing you off. He definitely gets a kick out of seeing you upset.

You move to graze his fingers with your teeth and he raises a brow.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” Toji warns.

You groan against him before letting out a tired sigh and slithering your tongue in between the two fingers lodged in your mouth. He flashes a smile at you.

Then he nods approvingly, “Yeahhh, tha’s it.”

Oh his cock was in pain due to how hard he was. And it doesn’t get any better when you pull your head back a little before pushing forward, sucking on his fingers like the obedient little fiancée he knows you to be.

Toji licks his lips in almost slow motion, “So fuckin’ sexy, doll. Y’know that right?”

You smile against his fingers briefly before you nod, “Mhmm…”

He sighs heavily as he watches you suck on him, cock twitching in his sweatpants every time you throat his fingers and bat those pretty eyes of yours at him.

Then, he practically loses his mind when you pull off with a loud pop before taking his wrist into your hands, spitting on the tip of his fingers, and then taking them right back into your mouth.

Toji groans at the sight, “Nasty lil’ slut,” He huffs out, “Suckin’ on my fingers like it’s my cock… you’re enjoyin’ yourself, huh?”

You smile yet again and nod, “Mmh…”

“Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that ‘nd I’m gonna cum without even seein’ your pussy.” He warns.

That makes you far more eager than he expects it to and you tilt your head to the side and really start sucking on his fingers like they’re his dick.

Then, you pull off for a moment just to speak, “Put three in my mouth,” You request, sticking your tongue out and watching how his lips part and he nearly moans at the request alone.

Toji tips his head back ever so slightly, eyes getting lower as he shifts to hold three fingers to your lips, “You’re so fuckin’ nasty,” He whispers before pushing his digits in and feeling you hum against him, “Gonna make me cum from this, pretty girl…”

You twist your head a bit as you suck on him, running your tongue all in between his fingers, drool escaping out the corner of your lips, and one of your hands suddenly dropping from his wrists. Toji’s eyes flicker when your free hand grabs ahold of his cock through his clothes.

“S-Shit,” He hisses, “God, I love you,” Toji hums as your hand strokes his aching cock through his clothing.

You were all too perfect for him, sucking on his fingers, rubbing your palm against the outline of his clothes— he swears he’s never found himself about to cum from something so simple before.

Your mouth furthers on his fingers and your hand moves to slip into his sweats, making his body jerk forward when you grab his thick cockhead and run your fingers over it so teasingly.

“Fuuuck,” He groans with his jaw going slack, “The hell would I do without you-, mgh,” He grunts deeply as you stroke his tip carefully.

Toji’s hips buck into your touch and he’s trying so hard not to moan— he was really aching for you more than he’d let on.

A messy slick of precum gets all over your hand but it makes it easier for you to start jerking him off, your mouth still latched to his fingers for a moment before you pull off.

Then you kiss him and smile, “C’mon big guy, go ahead ‘nd cum f’me so you can fuck me properly.”

Oh he practically loses his sanity at that, body folding over and toward you as he rests his forehead on your shoulder and finally lets out that sexy moan he’s been keeping in.

You snicker as you jerk him off and you can feel his cock throbbing in your hand, the messy sounds of your fingers sliding along his thick shaft filling the air.

Toji tilts his head and his lips press against your skin but he doesn’t kiss you, just opens his mouth and pants, “M’so close, doll. Don’t stop, d-don’t you fuckin’ stop,” He groans against your neck, breath hot and body tense because of you.

You smile, “You’re so needy Toji…”

His teeth graze your neck for a moment as he nearly sinks them into your skin, “Don’t call me fucking needy.”

“But you are,” You voice out so sensually that it makes his head spin

Toji grunts and you swear you hear a different noise almost escape the back of his throat as your hand squeezes his cock. “M’gonna fuck the shit outta’ you after this,” He huffs, “Gonna make sure you can’t even-, aagh…. walk tomorrow.” He stammers out.

You move to whisper in his ear, “Mhm, I’m sure you will.”

“I’ll show you fuckin’ needy,” Toji utters through gritted teeth, your hand just jerking and jerking— his legs were starting to stiffen because of how good it felt.

“Stop talkin’ ‘nd cum f’me so you can fill me up,” You whisper teasingly.

Toji’s eyes roll back, “I’ll put a baby in you if you keep talkin’ like that.”

“Maybe I want you to,” You giggle.

Then your hand focuses on his leaking tip and he just couldn’t take it anymore, groaning at both your skillful hand and your teasing words before hot and thick ropes of cum are spurting out.

His hands ball into tight fists as he does so and he pants heavily beside you. And his groans were so loud, he was really worked up.

In one quick motion, he lifts his head from your shoulder and presses his lips into yours, “Fuckin’ love you,” Toji grunts into you.

And you’re smiling against him, “Mhm, love’ you too, ya’ big baby.”

Toji scoffs before pulling away from your lips, “Alright, call me a big baby one more time ‘nd see what happens.”

You stare at the man, noticing the slight smirk he has, “…But Toji… you are a big baby— never satisfied ‘til you get what you want.”

“Seems like you’ve got the roles here reversed, doll,” He huffs before pecking your lips one more time, “S’fine tho’, I’ll fix that soon enough.”

★ Choso Kamo

Coming home late to your needy boyfriend Choso is never a bad thing. If anything, you think you stay longer at work on purpose to tease the man.

When you get home wee hours into the night, all the lights in the apartment would be off, there'd be practically no sound throughout the place and you'd wonder if Choso was sleeping.

Of no surprise to you, he isn't when you make your way to the living room and see his legs spread as wide as ever as he watches some show playing on the large TV on the wall across the room from him. You'd carefully make your way around the couch and notice he's got his eyes shut and his head is rested slightly back on the couch.

How cute, he'd fallen asleep waiting for you. So what do you do as his loving girlfriend? Well, you move to straddle him and take a very comfortable seat in his lap, his entire body jolting awake at your presence.

The smell of your perfume would seep into his nose, the feeling of your thighs spread over his would make his body tense, and the way you'd wrap your arms around his neck as he woke up would have him letting out a sigh of relief.

"Hi Cho," You'd greet so lovingly, voice caressing his ear just before you plant a cute lil' kiss near it.

Choso's hands move on instinct, two large pairs of fingers grabbing onto each side of your waist. Then, before he even gets a second to say anything, you're tipping your head down to kiss him on the side of his neck like you always do.

He groans immediately and you feel his cock jump at the sudden kiss. Then he's gripping onto your waist tighter, "Missed' you baby..." Choso tells you in that deep voice of his, the sound making you shift against him.

Your kisses trail up and you find yourself right below his jaw, "Missed you too, Cho."

He inhales sharply as you then lick him before sucking on his skin a little, "Yeah?" Choso teases, sleepily dragging his hands down a bit and grabbing ahold of your hips before squeezing, "You stayed at work longer than normal..."

"I know, I know, m'sorry," You coo as you try to make up for it with the constant kisses to his neck.

And he's so sensitive too, squirming all over the damn place as you do so. You could feel his dick growing beneath you and the feeling encouraged you to get more comfortable in his lap.

Then you lift your face from his neck and meet those low brown eyes of his, "Heard me? I said I'm sorry Cho."

He stares at you for a long moment before cocking his head to the side, "Are you?" Choso asks.

You blink, "Of course I am!"

"Prove it t'me, baby," Choso requests, voice as deep as ever.

You could feel yourself twitching every time he spoke, the look in his eyes and faint touch on your body driving you crazy. "How do you want me to prove it to you Cho, hm?" You ask softly.

Just as his voice made you ache, your voice made the tip of his cock leak. He's lifting his hips up into yours without a second thought and he doesn't miss the way you gasp softly at his clothed cock pressing up into your cunt.

"Ride me," Choso says calmly, "If you're sorry, make it up t'me by makin' me cum."

You smile at the man, "That's it? Choso you're acting like I haven't made you cum without even touching you before..."

He scoffs slightly and leans back into the couch so lazily— a sleepy, but sexy smile spreading across his face as he does so. “You tied me up, that was different, baby.”

Tilting your head, you smile back at him, “Was it?”

“Mhm, ‘nd when I say ride me,” Choso’s hands slither down along your legs before finding a place on your thighs, “I mean jus’ like this.”

You just stare with wide confused eyes, “…What do you mean just like this?”

“Dry hump me,” He explains with a slick smirk on his face.

A pout pulls at your lower lips, “Like a damn teenager Cho? Why can’t we just-“

“Knew you weren’t sorry for stayin’ out later,” Choso huffs out as he turns his head to the side.

Again, you stare at him— trying to figure out if he’s being for real right now or if he’s just teasing. But, based on the aching cock you’re sitting on top of and the way Choso’s fingers are holding your thighs, you get the idea that he’s dead serious.

So, with a sigh, “Fine,” You tell him, earning a quick turn of his head to you.

Choso comforts himself a bit more, slouching back into the couch further and rolling his hips upward to get comfortable. Though, his little movement only causes his dick to press up into your cunt.

The layers in between you and him weren’t really helping how stupidly aroused you both were. With a soft sigh escaping from your lips, you start off slow— gently rocking your hips forward as if to test the waters a bit.

Your boyfriend, Choso, quickly lets out a huff. Nothing could beat that teasing sensation of your clothed cunt rubbing against his aching boner. His eyes lowered and despite a cute lil’ shade of red taking over his features, his fingers grip onto your thighs tightly.

“Yeahh, like that, baby,” He whispers.

You hum sweetly and lean forward, pressing your chest against his as you meet his low gaze, “This’ all you want?”

Choso nods carefully, licking his lips in almost slow motion as you just rock your hips back and forth in such a mesmerizing manner. You had such a good rhythm with your hips, perfectly rolling your cunt in small little circles over his cock and gasping every once in a while.

He soon let out a groan and tips his head back, “Just… keep-, mmgh, keep doin’ that.”

You smile at your all-too-sensitive boyfriend before leaning forward and connecting your lips to his neck, “Choso… Baby,” You whine,” Are you really gonna cum from this?”

He barely even nods at your words, hands slithering further up your body to grab ahold of your waist once more, “F-Feels like you’re actually— fuckin’ me,” His voice was husk already, deep but laced with the faintest whine just as you liked it.

“Yeah?” You utter tauntingly. Then you began bouncing slightly, rutting against his cock with more vigor as he humped up into you reflectively.

“Hahh…. Princess,” He whines, “S-Shit, I… I wanna fuck you.”

You lick a long and almost languid stripe up along his neck, stopping at his jaw and giggling, “So fuck me, Cho.”

All that’s let out from him is a groan before he’s flipping the two of you over, his much larger frame in between your legs as he stares down at you so very hungrily.

Then Choso’s drawing his hips back only a little before he presses down into your clothed pussy, the outline of his dripping cock nudging right in between your folds and making your eyes flutter for a moment.

Choso shakes his head at you, “Why’d you come home s’late?” He mumbles.

You let out the faintest moan as he works up a needy pace of humping his dick against you. “C-Choso-“

“Answer my question,” He breathes out as he leans his face down to your aroused expression, “Hm? Why’d you come home late? Y’know I missed you, right?”

You nod and he rolls his hips down into yours, cock mashing into your cunt and even grazing your clit, “H-Hahhh, I-I know Cho… I just-, mmh! Remember t-that promotion I told you about?”

He stares for a second before shrugging, “Yeah…”

“I needed to show… h-how serious I am about it,” You moan as you explain and your jaw goes a bit slack as he weighs his body down into yours a little and Choso grows a little rougher.

“Is a promotion more important than me?” He huffs out, whispering gently to you.

Your head shakes, “No, of course n-not-“

“I texted you, baby,” Choso cuts off, his face growing closer, “Told you I needed you.”

“Cho-“

“Needed your cunt on me,” He huffs out mindlessly, “Needed this, aagh…” His words are emphasized with a rougher thrust against you.

Your body jerks a bit and you have such a lewd expression on your face— almost as if you were getting fucked for real, “Choso,” You moan as he swipes a hand down and rubs over your clit through your clothes.

“I missed her,” He hums, “Missed’ how she talks to me…” All as he rolls that thumb of his over your clit and continues rutting his cock down against you, “You gonna cum f’me, baby?”

“M-Mhmm,” You whine as your hips lift into his movements.

Choso smiles a little, “C’mon then, give it t’me so I can fuck you for real.”

“Choso…” You murmur as his words go straight to your core, your body hot and aching for sweet release.

He nods and his eyes never once leave yours, “Uhuh, keep sayin’ my name.”

Your back begins to arch off of the couch and he grows faster with the way he humps his cock down into you, “Cho,” You whimper.

“Mhm, I’m right here baby,” He coos lovingly, “Act like I’m n’side you, cum just like you would on my cock, princess.”

And just like that, you were cumming, legs closing around your boyfriend as he watches your face and body twist up.

Then he starts kissing your neck and sucking on your skin possessively, “That’s my fuckin’ girl,” He whispers into you.

Then, once your body stills, he leans up and quickly pulls his shirt off, staring down at your wide glossy eyes. A heavy sigh leaves his lips as he drags his hands down and tugs on his drawstring.

“Ready t’see how much my cock missed you?” Choso teases as he tauntingly pulls on the waistband of his sweats.

You just nod, almost dumbly as you peer up at him, “Mhm.”

Then he’s smiling again, “Alright but, don’t start cryin’ when you can’t take it anymore, ‘kay?”

★ Nanami Kento

Okay, he’s literally the reason you come home late.

Because of course, working at the same company as your husband isn’t always the best idea. And yes, everyone knows Nanami hates working overtime.

But, when his pretty wife comes into his office after sending teasing messages for the past hour or so about getting home and taking a soothing bath together— Nanami finds himself straining through his clothes.

You’d walk in with that tight pencil skirt and lowly unbuttoned blouse, a way of dressing you know drives him insane.

Then there’s your voice caressing his ear as you walk around his desk and wrap your arms around his neck, whispering an oh-so-sweet, “Need any help in here, sir?” And you know what that honorific does to him when coming out of your mouth.

It all makes him shift in his seat, moving to lean over and rest his chin on his knuckles as he places his elbow on the armrest of his chair, “Yes but not with anything on this damn screen,” Nanami huffs.

You smile, knowing exactly what he means by that but deciding to play dumb anyway. Then you turn and press your lips into his cheek, “Awh,” You coo, glancing over to the neatly assorted paperwork on his desk, “Then, could it be that pile of work you need help with? It is almost time to go.”

Nanami sighs and lifts his head from his hand, turning to look at you whose eyes are busy elsewhere, “No, not that either,” He hums in that honeyed voice of his.

You turn to face him, your eyelids lowering as you find yourself a bit closer than anticipated, “Then what is it, Ken?” Your question comes off as innocent and you tilt your head.

His eyes narrow at you and he scans your expression momentarily. After which, his gaze meets yours, “You are so beautiful,” Your husband suddenly compliments.

And it never once fails to make your heart swell and a smile brightens up your face, “Thank you, hun,” You say before moving to peck his lips, “But where is this sudden sentiment coming from, hm?”

Nanami leans toward your face a little just as you pull your lips off of his and you find it so very endearing how clear it is what he wants from you. “I can’t compliment my wife?” He asks.

“You can.” Giggling, your hands retract from him as you stand up straight— watching how his expression sinks a little due to the loss of your touch, “But I’m just curious is all…”

Your head turns to that stack of paperwork again and you reach for the paper at the top of the pile, skimming over it as you do so.

Nanami watches, falling deeper in love with your every move and trying his best not to think with his cock and act on impulse— though he’d done it before, lord knows he wanted to bend you over his desk and-

“Ken, I thought we discussed this contract here,” You utter, breaking him from his lewd thoughts.

Nanami shakes his head and clears his throat. Then, he reaches a hand over and grabs a light hold of your free hand, trying to gain your attention, “We probably did but,” You turn and look at him as he lifts your hand to his face and lands a kiss across your knuckles, “Can we please discuss that later?”

You gaze at your husband for a long moment, finally noticing the bulge in his pants. “Oh. Is that what you need my help with?” You emphasize as you place the paper in your hand down and point to his crotch.

Nanami moves to intertwine his fingers with yours, “I know it’s unprofessional but, yes.”

You turn your body to face him and he tries to pull you closer but you don’t move. “Ken… if I handle that now we’ll be here longer than we’d like.”

He nods, “I’m aware.”

Frowning in disappointment at your impatient husband, you let off a sigh and push forward, stepping in between his legs. “I wasn’t aware I married such a needy man.” You tease as you draw your hand away from his.

Nanami quickly sits back in his seat, the chair creaking a bit as he does so. He’s got this almost pained look on his face, as if another second without you would kill him.

“Me? Needy?” Nanami huffs, clearly not aware of the look on his chiseled face.

You smile and begin to get down on your knees, the sight making his cock jump within his pants. “Yes, you.” You scoff, “Who else?”

Your husband parts his thighs further for you and smirks, “Between you and I, I am not the needy one in this relationship.”

You nod slowly as your fingers trail along his muscular thighs, the teasing movements causing his tip to drip so messily against his clothing. “So what do you call this then?” You utter, nodding your chin toward his erection.

Those delicate hands of your trail up to his belt and you begin to undo it so slowly that it pains him not to rush you. “You caused it,” Nanami argues.

You smirk, “That doesn’t answer my question, husband of mine.”

“Well, wife of mine, I don’t have time to answer questions right now,” He mocks, tipping his head to the side and watching you like a hawk as your hands finally near his cock, “M’Too hard to think straight.” He grunts.

And then finally, your hand is tugging his throbbing cock out, your eyes widening at the sight as if you hadn’t seen it a million times before. Nanami loves the way you admire him though, he just watches in awe at how your gaze travels along his thick and lengthy member, your mouth salivating in such a hungry way.

“C’mon, I don’t have all day…” Nanami rushes, to which you glance past his length and up at his face with a pout. “Oh don’t look at me like that, we’ve already been here five minutes past our working hours.”

You snicker and lean your face close to his cock just to push your lips to his weeping and flushed tip, “And whose fault is that?” You whisper before you kiss him.

He inhales sharp enough for you to hear, “Yours,” Nanami groans out to you.

Your lips move to wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue quickly swiping in between his slit and making the man shudder above you. Then, you pull your tongue away and look up at him again, “Mine, he says…” You hum to yourself before tilting your head.

Then you’re trailing kisses down the side of his dick until you get to the base, gently sucking on the underside of his cock where he’s sensitive and earning a deep groan that makes your cunt throb.

“…As if you’re not the one begging me to suck you off,” You huff out.

Nanami lands a heavy hand down on your head as you shift to drag your tongue upward along his length until you get to his pretty pink tip, swiveling your tongue around it and pulling off slightly to spit onto it.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t want to do this,” Nanami argues back to you. Your gaze meets his and he stares at the way you open your mouth slowly, but… not to say something back to him.

Instead, your mouth is closing around his cock before he has time to process— yet another groan leaving his lips and echoing throughout his office. Inch by inch by inch, your mouth furthers down his dick with no problem.

Even as his cock enters your throat and your lips reach his base, you don’t gag or even choke. Nanami’s eyelashes fluttered at the tightness of your throat around him, trying not to groan too much despite it being hard not to when your mouth was so warm and wet around him.

“Fuuck,” He curses deeply, fingers curling into your hair, “I trained this throat well it seems…”

You whine against him and his body twitches. Slowly, you start to lift your head before you work up a pleasureful pace of bobbing your head— sucking on his cock all too well.

Nanami’s free hand grips onto the edge of his armrest as you go to work on him and his eyes begin to lift to his ceiling. Looking down at you with your mouth stuffed full of his cock would only lead him to cum too soon.

The wet sounds slipping from out your mouth as you sucked and licked on his dick filled the air, your eyes lowering as pleasing your husband like this only turned you on more than you already were. The two of you had been teasing one another all day.

Even from earlier that morning when Nanami woke you up by kissing at your neck so lovingly, whispering sweet nothings against your skin in that deep and sexy morning voice of his. He’s had you worked up since then so now, you’re sucking him off like you want him to pass out from it.

And he might because goddamn your mouth is like heaven around him. Your head bobs and twists, your throat opening up to take him in deep every time you push down, and a moan vibrates against him as his hand tugs at your hair every now and then.

Then there’s your tongue, slithering up and down and left and right, slicking against each vein in such a way that tells him you remember every single one.

“Oh fuck,” Nanami curses yet again, hips unconsciously bucking up into your mouth for more, “So good… Your mouth feels s’good on me, love.”

You give his cock one long and hard suck until you pull off with a loud pop, sticking your tongue out for a moment as you move a hand to jerk him off. “Yeah? Couldn’t wait til’ we got home, huh?” You tease.

He just shakes his head at you and watches through lidded eyes as you tap the tip of his fat cock on your tongue, smiling a little as you do so.

He pants, “Hahh… not when I have a perfect cocksleeve of a wife t’help me out…” Nanami says lowly.

And your face twists up at that, eyebrows pinching together slightly and pout pulling at your lower lip, “Ken…” You whisper, your hand tightening around his shaft as you give him quick pulls.

“M’sorry,” Nanami apologizes quickly, making you smile. “I-, aagh… I didn’t mean t-that….” He huffs out, clearly out of it as you jerk him off so perfectly, better than he ever could on his own.

You lean forward and purposefully suck on only his top, tongue lulling around it, in between his slit, pushing saliva out of your mouth and making it all the more messy before you pull him back into your mouth.

Then Nanami moans into the air, “Fuuck, n-no, I meant that…” He corrects, “You suck me off like a goddamn-“

You pull off for a second and smile, “Say it…”

“Whore,” Nanami grunts and you moan as you sink your mouth down onto him again, making his abs tense up beneath his shirt.

Your eyes gloss over as you take him all the way in, closing your throat around his cock and practically sucking the soul out of him. Then your hands sneak down and you cup his balls in your hand, feeling how some of the mixed saliva and precum has slipped down.

Nanami nearly kicks something as you do so, his head flying back as he moans out your name. The sound makes your pussy so unbelievably wet, eyes glancing up to get a good look at your husband who was so close to finishing in your mouth.

Then you see him take a shaky hand and tug at that bright yellow tie of his, yanking it loose and messily unbuttoning some of the buttons on his shirt so that he could breathe properly.

Not that that really helps him escape that damn mouth of yours. As you lift your mouth to breathe, both of your hands move to make up for it, your lips and tongue focusing on his tip all over again.

“Goddamn-,” Nanami’s breath hitches and his eyes begin to roll back, “Y-You’re gonna make me-,” He groans again as you slurp his tip into your mouth sloppily, hands twisting and tugging at his cock so damn deliciously that he actually does accidentally kick his desk in front of him.

There’s a thud that follows but neither of you pay any attention to it. You’re too busy making his head spin with that mouth of yours and Nanami’s trying not to-

Whatever the hell he was trying not to do, he does— abrupt and warm ropes of cum shooting into your mouth. Nanami’s body hunches forward as he does so, almost as if he were trying to escape your mouth for a second.

Your hands only move out of the way though, mouth sinking all the way down on his cock so that you don’t miss a single drop of him.

Nanami’s chanting your name lowly over and over as he cums, small little I love you’s and you’re so perfect’s flowing out his mouth as he does so.

Once he’s done and you finally pull your lips off of his cock, you’ve got a mouth full of cum and you purposefully don’t swallow yet. Looking up at your husband with wet eyelashes and batting them at him, you roll your tongue around in your mouth and show him what a mess he’s made in there.

Nanami practically chokes at the sight before averting his eyes, “Don’t do that…” He hums, “J-Just…. Swallow it.”

Your hands go to his knees and you push up a little to lean toward his face, forcing him to look at you. Then, his eyes fall on your mouth and he watches as you close it and gulp loudly, sticking out your tongue afterward for him with a cute ah sound following.

Nanami shakes his head at you and scoffs, “Nasty slut.” He degrades.

You flash him a smile, and lean up for a kiss, “You know you love me that way,” You murmur as your lips near his.

With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he moves a, still shaky, hand to your jaw and tugs your face to his, “I do. I really do,” Nanami says before kissing you passionately despite his taste on your tongue.

After which, he pulls away and gazes deeply into your eyes. You reciprocate the stare and even smile at him again.

He grins, “Promise I’ll thank you for this properly when we get home.”

You nod, “You better.”

“Mh,” He hums before tilting his head, “Or I could lay you out on this desk and repay you now?”

Blinking, you shrug, “Up to you, Ken.”

He stares for a moment, licking his lips at the thought of being in between your legs. Then, he shakes his head, “Nope, I’ll make you wait ‘til we get home.”

Your eyes go wide, “But-“

Nanami chuckles, “That’s what you get for calling me needy.”

[tosotd-wwe]

McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."

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Rules {Part Three}

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Part Three

You head over to Elijah's place, ready to have a fun night together. But when you don't mind your manners, you end up paying the price.

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6k words - Warnings: salvatore!sibling reader, so smutty, dom!elijah, rough sex, blowjob, choking {the sexy kind and the not so sexy kind}, spanking, doggy, secret affair, lot's of Damon {Stefan will show up in part four}, Elijah being the sexiest middle-part menace he can be, violence, ANGST! angst and more angst ...

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The apartment building Elijah told you to go meet him at was an old, abandoned building in a shady neighborhood. The hallway was dark and littered with trash and graffiti, the carpet stained and torn, the walls cracked. It was so unlike him, you were worried that you got the address wrong, or that this was some sort of trap.

For the first time in a long time, you felt a tiny bit of fear creep into your heart. But it didn't last long. You liked him, a lot, and he seemed to feel the same way about you. It was all going to work out, you were certain of it.

You reached the last door, 117. Your hands shook slightly, and your stomach was doing flips. You weren't used to feeling like this. You were usually in complete control, but this situation with Elijah was spiraling further and further out of your grasp.

You lifted your hand and knocked on the door, a soft sound, and waited, your breath caught in your throat. A minute later the door opened and Elijah was standing before you, a smile on his lips.

"Miss Salvatore," He greeted, his eyes looking you up and down.

You smiled and entered the apartment, which was the polar opposite of the building. The inside was spotless, and looked like it belonged in a magazine. It was a simple apartment, but everything was high end and luxurious.

"This is a nice place," You commented, looking around the main room, and then at the window, which overlooked the street.

"It suits my needs," He hummed, coming up behind you, his hands sliding around your waist.

You leaned into him, his lips ghosting along your neck. You let out a soft moan, your eyes fluttering closed.

"I'm so glad you are here," He whispered against your neck, his breath hot, his tongue lapping at your skin.

You turned around and placed a kiss on his lips, his hands tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Thank you for saving my brother today," You said softly, your hands going to his tie, undoing it slowly. "I know he can be... antagonistic,"

"Yes, he can be," He chuckled, his hands slipping under your dress, and gripping your ass.

"What are your plans for him?" You asked, a hint of concern in your voice, your hands resting on his chest.

"If he minds his manners, so will I," Elijah hummed, his fingers tracing circles along your lower back, and then lower, teasing the edge of your underwear.

"And Elena?" You pressed, trying to ignore the effect his touch was having on you.

Elijah paused, his hand slipping from under your dress, his expression growing serious. "Rule two, darling,"

"Right," You said quietly, averting your gaze.

"Now," He said softly, his finger lifting your chin. "Where were we?"

You smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. You pushed on his chest, slowly guiding him back towards the sofa, his hands gripping your ass.

His legs hit the back of the couch, and you broke the kiss, pushing him to sit. His eyes darkened as he watched you slowly remove your gloves, shawl and then the rest of your clothes.

You climbed onto his lap, straddling him, your naked body pressed against his clothed form. You loved the contrast, it was so hot.

You unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, exposing his muscular chest. His skin was warm and flushed, your hands exploring the expanse.

You kissed his neck, then his collarbone, moving off his lap as you kissed lower. You undid a button, then pressed your lips to his stomach, his muscles twitching, a low groan escaping him.

You knelt in front of him, kissing his erection through the material of his pants. You unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down, freeing his cock. You stroked him slowly, and took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue.

His head fell back, and his hand tangled into your hair, pulling slightly. You moaned and took more of his length into your mouth, working your hand along the shaft.

"You have the sweetest lips," Elijah groaned, watching the way your mouth wrapped around him.

You pulled back, a string of saliva and precum connecting you to him. You licked up his shaft, your eyes locked with his, and then took his entire cock into your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat.

You could tell he was trying to control himself, his breathing was fast and ragged, and his muscles were taut.

You loved hearing him moan, seeing him lose his composure. Sex was one of the few things that could get him to break his stoic facade. He was always such a perfect gentleman and seeing him unravel was a thrill.

He was getting close, you could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, the strained, breathy groans he was making, his hand tightening in your hair.

His phone began to vibrate, and he glanced at it, then dismissed the call. You looked up at him, toying the head of his cock between your lips.

"Don't you need to get that?" You teased, flicking your tongue across the tip.

He shook his head, and his face slowly turned into a grin, his dimples appearing.

"Not right now," He said, his thumb grazing your bottom lip, all swollen and shiny from sucking his cock.

You went back to work, sliding your lips up and down his shaft, your tongue teasing him. Elijah's fingers dug into your scalp, a hiss escaping his lips.

His phone started vibrating again, and he glanced down, his brows furrowing. He picked up his phone and answered it, his eyes fixed on you.

"Yes?" He said, so composed and serious it made you feel like you were doing a bad job.

You took it as a challenge and took his entire length into your mouth, sliding down to the base, then slowly back up. His eyes widened, and he had to bite his lip to keep from making any noise.

"Where?" He asked, his voice sounding strained.

You giggled, and slid your lips down again, bobbing your head quickly, making obscene slurping sounds.

"Yes, I see," He replied, his hand moving from your head, down your back.

He was trying not to react, but you knew how to break him. You moaned, his cock still in your mouth, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through his body.

"No, I'm not available until tomorrow," Elijah said, his jaw clenching.

You kept your pace, and could see the frustration building. Your eyes met his, and you smiled, knowing that you had him just where you wanted him.

"Of course, goodbye," He finished, his hand hanging up the phone and throwing it on the couch.

"Miss-," He started, his tone strained and his chest heaving, Panting and moaning as you sucked his cock.

You let out a soft hum as you watched him unravel. A string of unintelligible curse words fell from his lips, some you swore were in other languages. His eyes screwed shut and his head fell back against the sofa, his hips thrusting forward, and then his release hit him.

He came with a low, strangled groan, and you swallowed every last drop. You continued to lick and suck his cock until his grip loosened and his breathing returned to normal.

You pulled away, his cock slick and shiny, his eyes heavy and his face flush. He looked down at you, swiping his thumb across your lips, then his hand moved to your neck, squeezing gently.

"Good girl," He said softly, his fingers curling around the back of your neck.

You felt your cheeks grow warm from his praise, and a smile played at your lips. The way he looked at you made you feel something deep in your core, something warm and pleasant.

His fingers tangled in your hair and he gently pulled you up and onto his lap. He kissed you softly, his hands moving down your sides, tracing the curve of your waist down to your ass. He grabbed it firmly, squeezing the soft flesh.

He pushed your panties to the side, his fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing you.

"You're so wet, did sucking my cock turn you on?" He murmured, his finger circling your clit, making you shiver.

"Yes," You panted, your hips grinding against his finger.

His fingers moved lower, finding your opening. He teased you, pressing the tip of his finger against you, and then slowly pushing it in.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh as you ground yourself against him, moaning and gasping.

He grabbed the back of your neck with his free hand, pulling you into a kiss, his lips rough and hungry. You kissed him back with the same fervor, your tongues moving together.

He removed his fingers from you, and you let out a soft whimper. Your eyes fluttered open, a pout on your lips, making him chuckle. He brought his hand up and wrapped it around your neck, squeezing gently.

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you," He cooed, his eyes narrowing slightly, the slightest hint of a grin on his lips.

He tightened his grip and you felt the rush of pleasure from the lack of air. Your hips moved slowly, grinding against him, seeking release. You whimpered and dug your nails into his skin.

"You look so beautiful when you're desperate," He whispered, his voice low and raspy.

"Elijah, please," You moaned, your voice breathy and quiet.

"Ride my cock, show me what a good girl you are," He ordered, his grip loosening from around your neck.

You moved up off your knees, planting your feet on either side of him on the sofa, hovering just above him. Your eyes locked with his as you reached between you and grabbed his cock, giving it a few strokes before lining him up with your entrance.

Your breath hitched as you slowly eased down on his cock. His hand squeezed your throat, holding you steady. Your eyes rolled back as he stretched you.

"Look at me," Elijah demanded, his voice low.

You forced your eyes to meet his. His expression was calm, but the fire in his eyes burned so hot you were surprised you didn't combust. You couldn't break eye contact as you began to bounce.

He groaned, enjoying the view of your desperate face as you tried to fuck yourself on his cock. He held you steady by your throat, his thumb brushing back and forth along the side of your neck.

You looked so good in his lap, your breast bouncing, your face contorted with pleasure. He could watch you fuck yourself on his cock all night long, your eyes pleading, begging for more.

His free hand came down and smacked your ass. The sound was loud in the silent apartment, making you yelp. You frowned at him, your hips faltering, but it only made him grin. He smacked your ass again, and this time you moaned.

"You can do better than that, Miss Salvatore," He said, his tone dripping with condescension. 

"Fuck you," You hissed, glaring at him.

"Language," He said firmly, smacking your ass once more, eliciting a squeal.

You began moving faster than any human could, using your vampiric abilities to increase your pace. He watched your eyes close as your pleasure began to build. Your lips were parted slightly, letting out soft squeaks every time you took him all the way.

"That's it," Elijah urged, his hands gripping your waist, helping guide you on his cock.

Your movements started to get more erratic, and you began to pant. You let out a desperate whine, your brows furrowing in concentration, slamming down on him wildly.

He squeezed your throat a little tighter and you fell over the edge, your vision going white. Your nails scraped down his chest, leaving a bloody trail that healed instantly.

Elijah hissed through clenched teeth from the pain and pleasure, your cunt squeezing him like a vice as you came.

He let go of your throat, letting you fall forward, your head resting on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck, planting kisses on his skin. He took your chin, guiding you into a kiss.

He kissed you slowly, then wrapped your legs around his hips and stood up. He carried you down the short hall to the bedroom, then laid you on the bed.

He stood, removing his remaining clothes and admiring how gorgeous you looked in his bed. Your eyes were filled with lust and longing, your lips were swollen from his kisses and you were blushing all the way down your chest.

He leaned down and kissed your breasts, his hands moving under you, lifting you slightly to get better access to them. His tongue swirled around your nipple, his lips sucking it between them, then he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention.

He moved back up and captured your mouth with his, kissing you deeply. His hair ticked your face, and you ran your fingers through it, loving the feeling of it.

He smiled down at you, brushing the hair from your face, and then kissed you again, this time soft and sweet. You returned the kiss, smiling against his lips.

His hands moved down your sides, stopping at your hips. His eyes met yours, a glint of mischief in them, then he quickly flipped you over, making you gasp.

He positioned you on all fours, your head buried in the bed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back and up, exposing your ass to him.

"Mm, that's a nice view," He commented, running his hand over the swell of your ass, giving it a squeeze.

"Are you just going to admire it or are you gonna fuck me?" You asked impatiently, looking back at him, you pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside you again.

He grinned and gave your ass a light smack. He leaned over your, pressing your head into the pillow, his lips grazing your ear.

"Do your brothers know how much of a whore you are?" He taunted, kissing along the back of your neck.

You were offended by his remark, you didn't expect those words to come out of his mouth. You gave him a scathing look and tried to move away from him.

He chuckled and grabbed your hips, pulling you back against him. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging your head back so you were looking up at him.

"My apologies, Miss Salvatore," He said sarcastically, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Is that too crass for you?"

You narrowed your eyes at him, and he leaned down and kissed you. It was a soft kiss, his lips barely brushing against yours, and then he deepened it, his tongue sliding into your mouth.

His hips were pressed into you, his hard cock resting between your ass cheeks. You pushed back against him, grinding against his erection, causing him to groan.

He broke the kiss, his hand still holding your hair, and straightened up. He looked down and guided his cock into you, pushing slowly, his grip on your hair tightening as he eased all the way in.

You let out a breathy moan as he set a slow pace, fucking you with long, deep strokes. You rocked back against him, trying to match his rhythm, but he had you at his complete mercy.

"Faster," You begged, looking back at him, biting your lip.

He gave a small shake of his head, a smirk playing at his lips. He let go of your hair, and you buried your face in the sheets, letting out a muffled whine.

You tried to pick up the pace, pushing back harder, but his hand came down, smacking your ass, causing you to squeal.

"Did I say you could do that?" Elijah chided, his hand caressing the stinging skin.

You turned your head and glared at him, but remained still, letting him fuck you however he wanted. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging in, and his thrusts sped up.

Elijah admired the way your dark hair cascaded down your back, the way the muscles in your shoulders tensed up, and the way the skin of your back shined with sweat. When your bright blue eyes looked at him with such a desperate pleading, he couldn't help but let his control falter a little bit.

He gripped your hips tighter and began to pound into you. He leaned forward, caging you under him, his lips brushing your ear. You panted and moaned, clawing at the sheets as he slammed into your mercilessly.

He kissed the crook of your neck and across your shoulder, then up to your ear, biting down on your earlobe.

"Are you going to come for me?" He whispered.

You nodded, your eyes closed, completely lost in pleasure. You felt it building inside of you, and the way he was groaning, his hot breath on your ear, his chest pressed against your back, it was all too much.

Your body went rigid, your mouth opening in a silent moan. The wave crashed over you, and the tension left your body.

His release followed, a long, low groan escaping his lips. You felt him spill inside of you, his hips stuttering, and his cock pulsing.

He collapsed beside you, his arms draped above his head, he had a big toothy grin on his face that you had never seen before.

"You seem awfully happy," You teased, resting your head on his chest, kissing his collarbone.

"It has been a long time since I've had the opportunity to enjoy myself so thoroughly," He replied, stroking your hair.

"Glad I could help," You teased, smiling up at him.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. His hands moved to your back, rubbing slow circles.

"What was that phone call about?" you asked after a few minutes, looking up at him, your head resting on his chest.

Elijah's body tensed slightly, and his hand moved down your back. "Nothing you need to worry about,"

"If I don't need to worry, why won't you tell me?" you pressed.

"Do I have to remind you of the rules again?" He asked, his tone teasing.

"No," you mumbled, lowering your gaze, a pang of guilt hitting you. "I'm sorry.... It's just.... I don't know," you buried your face in the crook of his neck, the feeling of his arms around you comforting.

You knew you were playing with fire, but in the afterglow of sex, your thoughts came tumbling out of you before you could stop yourself.

"I know we agreed, this was just going to be physical," you said slowly, looking up at him. "And that's okay... I just want...." You paused, biting your lip, and averting your gaze, feeling embarrassed. "I just want to get to know you a bit better,"

His hands went still on your back, and he sat up a bit, looking at you for a moment before he spoke. "Why?"

You shrugged, feeling foolish. "I just do,"

"There is no need to get to know me," Elijah replied, his tone more serious now, his expression unreadable. "Our arrangement has no strings attached, as per the rules."

"Do you really want that?" You mumbled, the question made you feel so vulnerable, you were not sure what he would say.

You held your breath as he looked at you, and then leaned in and kissed your cheek gently, his hand caressing your face.

"I want many things, but I can't have them all," He answered quietly.

For a moment he looked sad, almost remorseful. But you must have imagined it, he was composed once again, the wall he kept around himself now fully in place.

You looked down at his chest, unsure what to say. It felt like your heart was breaking. It was just sex. This wasn't a relationship. You both had rules for a reason. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"But you can stay, if you'd like," He offered, there was a quiet vulnerability to his voice and a strange look in his eyes. You didn't know what it meant.

"I'd like that," You whispered, leaning in to kiss him softly. "But it isn't a good idea,"

"It's not," he agreed, his hands still rubbing your back.

"So, we shouldn't," You said, trying to convince yourself.

"No," He agreed, rolling the two of you over, so you were beneath him. "We shouldn't,"

He kissed you again, slow and sweet. His hands moved down your sides, tracing the curve of your hips.

"We shouldn't," You repeated, your hands sliding down his chest, resting on his stomach.

Neither of you were going to stop, both of you knew it. It wasn't a good idea, and you would regret it later, but right now, all you wanted was him.

The sound of the early morning birds woke you before the sun could. You had fallen asleep next to him, after he had worked every tense bit out of you, your body saitied and relaxed. 

You rolled over to see him fast asleep next to you, his brows slightly furrowed, his lips parted. He seemed to be having an intense dream, perhaps even a nightmare. He mumbled something you couldn't understand and rolled onto his side.

A part of you wanted to wake him, to free him from whatever was haunting him. To kiss away the tension in his brow. To bring him back to a place of peace and comfort. To run your fingers through his hair, and feel him relax in your arms.

But you couldn't. You had work to do.

Carefully pulling away from him and climbing out of bed, you quickly dressed before you tiptoed down the hallway to the living room.

You did your best to be quiet, control your breathing, trying not to let fear overtake you. This was your opportunity, perhaps the only chance you would ever get, but the fear was so strong, your whole body was vibrating.

You glanced towards the bedroom, making sure he hadn't woken, and then walked towards the sofa. Bending down, you searched between the cushions until you found what you were looking for.

The moonstone.

It was surprisingly easy to slip it out of his pocket the night before, you had him so thoroughly distracted with his cock down your throat. Even a man like Elijah was susceptible to lust, and you played him like a fiddle.

Your fingers curled around the stone and you clutched it to your chest, it was smooth and oddly cold. It felt heavy in your palm, more than what it actually weighed.

You were doing the right thing, for your family, for your friends. So why did you feel so guilty?

This would be a betrayal. The rules you set together were important, you had to have rules to protect yourselves, so you could stay neutral. What you were doing wasn't neutral, and if he found out...

You let out a shaky breath and tucked the stone into your bra, before you slowly, and as calmly as you could, walked to the door.

But before you could reach the handle, the floor creaked, and the hair on the back of your neck stood on end.

"Miss Salvatore," Elijah said.

His tone was calm, but you could hear the underlying fury. You swallowed hard, unable to look at him, you stared at the door instead.

"Where are you going?" His voice sounded different. Dark. Dangerous.

You turned slowly to see him standing a few feet away. He was dressed, his suit immaculate as always, and his expression was stoic. The only thing out of place was his hair, which was mussed from sleep.

"Home," you managed to say, your voice sounding more confident than you felt.

"Really?" He asked, taking a step towards you.

Your instincts told you to run, that you were in danger. The predator had caught the prey, and was going to tear you apart. You subtly tried to reach for the door handle behind you, but you saw his dark eyes flicker to your hand.

His face broke out into a smile, his canines flashing, his eyes cold. He closed the distance between the two of you in the blink of an eye. One moment he was across the room, the next, his hands were wrapped around your throat, pinning you to the door.

His face was blank, and yet you could see something dark swirling behind his eyes. He had become an entirely different man than the one you had been with all night.

The pressure he had on your windpipe made your lungs burn. You clawed at his forearms, tears streaming down your cheeks as you gasped for air.

"Elijah," you managed to croak out, but there was no trace of sympathy in his eyes, they were cold, sharp and angry.

"Do you think I'm like one of those boys in the alleyway? That you could use me, and walk away with no consequences?" He growled, his fingers pressing even tighter.

"No-" You tried to choke out, your voice coming out barely more than a whisper. "Please..." You whimpered, feeling dizzy, the edges of your vision going black.

He let you fall to the ground in a heap, your knees hitting the hardwood floor with a painful crack. You took deep, rasping breaths, coughing and gasping. You looked up at him, your whole body trembling.

He was standing there, towering over you, his expression blank. There was nothing on his face that could indicate that he had been tenderly holding you hours earlier. No softness in his gaze.

He just held out his hand expectantly, the look on his face making it clear that you should obey.

Slowly, you pulled the stone from your bra and handed it to him. Your hand shook as you reached out, placing the stone in his palm. He curled his fingers around the stone and tucked it back into his pocket.

Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stared up at him in fear, was he going to torture you? Kill you? You were a fool to think you could ever outsmart him, to ever betray him.

You swallowed hard, and forced yourself to make eye contact. He reached down, his hand gripping your chin roughly, lifting you up, forcing you to your feet.

You felt his eyes searching yours, and the hand on your throat moved up, his thumb brushing your cheek. He brought his face close to yours, his lips ghosting over yours. It was equally intimidating and intimate.

"I thought we had an understanding," he said softly, his lips brushing against yours.

"We do," You whispered, unable to tear your eyes from his.

His thumb traced your lower lip, and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, and you kissed him back, your tears mixing with his, and all you could taste was pain.

Then he released you and stepped away, his arm stretched in the direction of the front door.

"Leave," he said simply, looking away from you. "And if I see you again, I'll kill you,"

You were too shocked to move, and after a moment, he looked back at you, his gaze icy.

"Run along now, Miss Salvatore," he said, the threat clear in his voice.

You took one last look at him, before stumbling your way out the door. You raced out of the building, only stopping to breathe once you made it outside. You leaned against the cool brick of the building, tears streaming down your face, gasping for air, trying to get the taste of him out of your mouth.

The taste of him... the touch of him, his words... You could still feel them all over you, it felt like you would never escape them.

You felt guilt, shame and embarrassment. You were lucky he didn't rip your heart out of your chest. You put yourself in this foolish situation, and you paid the price.

This is what happens when you break the rules.

When you arrived home, all the lights were still on, but the house was eerily quiet. You wandered into the living room and saw Damon sitting on a lounge chair, casually sipping on a glass of bourbon, looking into the fireplace.

He didn't look at you, just continued staring into the flames. "Big night?"

You were not in the mood for a family lecture. You shrugged off your coat and draped it over the couch, running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to smooth it.

"Not really," You said, walking over to the liquor cart, pouring yourself a glass.

Damon looked up at you and he could immediately tell you were upset.

"Did someone hurt you?" He asked, his tone concerned.

"No one can hurt me, Damon," You snapped.

He looked at you, and raised his eyebrow. "You're sure about that?"

You looked away from him, unable to meet his gaze. Your relationship with Elijah was a secret, you weren't supposed to know each other, so you couldn't tell him. You wanted to come home with the moonstone in hand, to prove that you could help, to prove your worth, but you failed.

"Why do you care so much about who I fuck?" You shot back.

Damon laughed and set down his glass, shaking his head.

"I'm your big brother," he said, smiling.

"Stefan is my big brother too, " You said, crossing your arms. "And he minds his business,"

"Yes, well, that's Stefan for you," He said, a hint of bitterness to his voice.

You rolled your eyes and took a long sip of your drink, the vision of Elijah's cold expression flashed in your mind, but you quickly pushed it down. "Where is Stefan anyway?"

"He's on a lovely lakeside getaway with Elena," Damon answered, a hint of annoyance to his voice.

You suppressed the desire to tease him about how he said Elena's name, it was clear that he had feelings for her. When you first met Elena, you feared it was another Katherine situation, but she pleasantly surprised you, and she didn't seem interested in Damon in that way. At least not yet.

"Do you know about the deal she made with Elijah?" he asked.

"Deal?" You asked, your heart jumping a little at the mention of his name.

"In exchange for her staying put and willingly going to the slaughter, he will protect the rest of us from any enemy," Damon practically growled as he said it.

"She should have never made that deal," you said, shaking your head.

"Thank you! I feel like I'm the only one who isn't insane around here," He groaned.

"She should have known better, but what's done is done," You sighed, taking a sip of your drink, wishing it was blood instead.

"You know, if you had been around, you could have talked some sense into her," he muttered, glaring at you.

"Don't," You snapped, giving him a warning look.

"Don't what?"

"Blame me, Damon," You said, your tone firm.

"What have you been doing for the last month? You are gone all the time, and the rest of the time, you are completely checked out," He accused.

You went to argue, to confess, and yet, you couldn't. It was none of his business, and besides, what would you even say? You’ve been fucking Elijah and then tried to steal from him? That you are heartbroken and foolish? That you are a coward?

"You're right, I'm sorry," You said quietly. "I've just been trying to... figure some stuff out,"

He studied you for a moment and then gave a short nod.

"Fine," he said, his voice softer now. "I get it,"

You went over to sit next to him on the sofa. What you needed in that moment was honest affection, someone who wasn't judging or asking questions. Damon wasn't exactly a warm and fuzzy type, but he would hold you when you were sad, and that's all you needed.

"You're a good big brother," You said, leaning against him, resting your head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I've been distant,"

He wrapped his arm around you, and held you against him. "It's ok,"

You both sat in silence for a few moments, and you closed your eyes, trying not to think about the events of the night, the taste of Elijah still lingering on your tongue. The feeling of his hand wrapped around your neck… The fear you had felt.

"So, tell me about the boy," He teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"What?" You asked, your eyes snapping open.

"Oh, come on," He chuckled.

"It's over," You sighed, taking another sip.

"That bad, huh?" He asked.

"It's for the best," You mumbled.

"Do you need me to take care of him?" Damon offered, his voice serious.

"No, he didn't do anything wrong," You sighed, finishing the rest of your drink. "It was just... complicated,"

"I know a little bit about that," Damon mumbled, his mind clearly elsewhere.

"Elena?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up," He whined, pushing you off of him, making you laugh.

You contemplated just going to bed, but you decided to stay up with Damon. He would never admit it, but he was lonely, and so were you. You needed someone to ground you, and the two of you could always find comfort in each other.

"How can I help?' You asked, turning your body to face him, tucking your legs under you.

He raised an eyebrow. "You want to help me?"

"Yes, I need to feel useful," You laughed.

"Well, maybe I have a couple things you could do," He said, his eyes lighting up, which usually meant he had something devious planned.

"What is it?" You asked.

"Just a bit of catering, I’ll leave you in charge of picking out the wine..." He trailed off, looking thoughtful.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I may have a weapon stashed away that could take out an Original," he said, smirking at you.

"From who? How?..." You shook your head, trying to wrap your mind around what he was saying.

"Don't worry about it," He chuckled.

"But, I thought-"

"Yes, yes, the deal Elena made with Elijah. We need a backup plan. I'm not going to wait around for her to be killed," He said, shaking his head.

"What does Stefan think?" You asked.

"What do you think he thinks? He's in denial, of course," He sighed, rolling his eyes.

"So what's your plan? Why does it involve wine?" You asked.

"Because it's a party, silly," he smiled, looking far too excited about murder.

"So, we're going to invite Elijah over, and kill him?"

"Yeah, pretty much," he said casually.

You tried not to think of the way Elijah touched you, his soft, tender kisses. Now all you could see was the look in his eyes when he found out that you betrayed him. The hurt and anger in his eyes... And his threat that you knew he would make good on.

If I see you again, I'll kill you.

"Is it even possible?" You asked, not quite meeting his eyes.

"Possible?" Damon scoffed. "We'll make it happen,"

You gave him a small nod and a smile, trying to show confidence. "Ok..."

He smiled and patted your leg, before standing up.

"Get some sleep, little sister. Tomorrow is a big day, tomorrow we dine with the devil,"

{Part One} {Part Two}{Part Four}{Part Five}

[cry4mina]

Orion’s Belt

(Sana x fem!reader)

Word Count: 7.5k

Fluff/Light Angst/ Smut

Summary: You and your bestfriend Sana take an impromptu vacation after her boyfriend dumps her sparking some interesting interactions and confessions. Tw: friends to lovers, suggestive, sex, drinking, swimming, anxiety on planes, food, thunder storms, cuddling. Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: Halfway proof read! This is a lot different than the others that I've posted and I hope you enjoy it just as much! Thanks to @neoplatinum for listening to me ramble off ideas and pushing me to finish this! Feedback always appreciated and DMs are always open!<3

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“Sana! Are you ready to go? We have a flight to catch!” shouting from the foyer of her penthouse after letting yourself in with the spare key she gave you, patiently waiting for the Queen Femme to gather herself for your impromptu vacation.

“Yes, Y/n! Just give me a second!” flustered at being rushed by you, her best friend, though this entire vacation was her idea, how could she not already be prepared for it? 

Being best friends of about 4 years meant you and Sana did almost everything together and if she needed you, you were present with no hesitation. Sana purchased the tickets, booked the hotel, and sprung it on you two days before you were scheduled to leave, knowing you would agree immediately.

You and Sana met at a coffee shop downtown on a rainy evening in July all those years ago. Enjoying your latte and watching the rain trickle down the window when she caught your attention and told you she liked your shoes with a brilliantly beaming smile that knocked the wind out of you. You ended up talking for hours and have been inseparable ever since.

You have seen every emotion play across her face over the years, knowing her like the back of your hand and always anticipating what she needed or wanted. She loved that about you and always reciprocated the same tenderness and care.

Two massive suitcases emerge from the doorway, followed by Sana looking elegant as ever, wearing a strapless sundress that flowed off her figure perfectly, hues of peach lightly woven in a filigree pattern around the edges of the white fabric, giving her skin an celestial glow. Her hair is down and slightly messy which was not normal for her, but given her emotional state- and how much she had to pack this morning -you understood. She was just not herself today. 

Sana was going to pack last night but found herself laid on the couch on the phone with you, crying and stressing about her now ex boyfriend and how he broke up with her over text message for seemingly no reason, a few days prior. Confused by the action and saddened by the surprise separation, how could she organize a suitcase if she couldn’t even organize her mind?

The boy she had found herself in a relationship with was not someone you liked, in any sense of the word. The way he spoke to her was vile and always figured he was using her for a social status boost. It was hard to watch the relationship develop unevenly, one-sided in the way of Sana trying to make it work and him not caring in the slightest.

Hoping you were wrong, you said nothing to Sana about it. If she wanted the experience of being with him, you weren’t going to try to convince her to leave him, you knew better that to meddle in her business. Just being around for her if it all fell apart and it took 6 short months for the foundation to crack, cascading the rest of the relationship with it. Sana standing in the middle of the ash and smoke, sifting through the pieces of rubble for the parts of her she wanted to keep.

Truthfully, it hurt you knowing she was with him. The way he would ignore her speaking to talk to everyone else and being too emotionally distant and cold with her. Sana deserved better than this rude and callous man and you wished she knew how badly you wanted to give her the world. 

The anger you felt towards him was justified, you could treat her better even if you were hiding the feelings you developed for Sana. It was a difficult task, considering who she was as a person, so supportive, empathetic, kind and always willing to help anyone who needed it. No wonder you fell for her,  especially with how affectionate you were with each other after becoming so close. 

Always cuddling on the couch, holding hands, and leaning on each other. After almost drunkenly making out multiple times, you always assumed there was something there but never asked or acted on it in fear of losing the strong friendship you built with her over time. 

“Okay, okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” huffing through the tense air surrounding her. The inflection of her voice drenched in stress with a hint of sadness as she tried to carry on like nothing was happening, catching the single tear that fell from her alluring eyes as it smoothed over her cheek.

You made an empathetic face at her, holding your arms out knowing she will find her way into them, burying her face in your neck, eyelashes tickling you as she sniffles and sighs, finally allowing herself to partially fall apart in your arms and you were just happy she felt safe enough with you to do so. 

Internally, your veins are screaming white fire as Sana leans into you more. Holding her was like holding the personification of the sun, and you were melting underneath her embrace. Warm tones of amber and sandalwood emanate off of her and fill your nose causing your heart to skip a beat, pulse quickening, as you try to push the clouds away from over her head. 

Hands rubbing the middle of Sana’s smooth back in attempts to comfort her through this time, she regains composure, straightening up while you are wiping the additional tears, a small giggle leaves her lips as she grabs her suitcases and waits for you to open the door for her like you always did. 

“Why was your heart beating so fast? I could feel your pulse in your neck.” chuckling out of puzzlement as you both step out the front door into the warmth of the bright summer sun, immediately throwing her sunglasses on to hide her eyes from the rays and the public. 

“Uh…I’m…angry.” telling a half truth as you try to keep your composure knowing she was watching your body language fly through a few different emotions before settling on calm.

She always knew when you weren’t being honest. Your tells were easy for her to pick up on, even if she never expressed that. The way your eyes would veer away from her, always to the floor, pupils constricting with worry of her finding out the truth. What if Sana already knew what you thought you had tactfully hid from her?

The thought sends a slight chill down your spine, bones cracking as you put your luggage into the car while she climbs into her passenger seat. Seat always adjusted to Sana perfectly, she would grill you if it was ever adjusted to anyone else, no matter who it was. 

Turning the car on and looking over at her, sitting with her feet on the dashboard scrolling through her phone looking for the perfect song. Bluetooth was set up to attach to Sana’s phone first because she loved to play DJ and who were you to deny her any happiness, you wanted to give her any reason to smile even if it was as simple as controlling the music.

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The flight went by quickly, thankfully. Only an hour and 15 minutes of a clenched back and trying to remember how to breathe properly, you weren’t fond of flying. Sana held your hand and checked in with you multiple times through the short flight, she couldn’t stand to see you so anxious in your own skin, but it did bring her great joy to know you’d be willing to face your fears for her. A true testament to how much you loved her and who you were as a person.

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A 2 bedroom villa by the beach was your home for the next week. It was about as big as a 2 bedroom apartment, still fancy and spacious but with a modern twist. Crown moldings, vaulted ceilings, every amenity you could ever imagine in place. 

There was a small metal spiral staircase to the side of the living room, curious about what it was, you pointed it out to Sana.

“What's this lead to?” questioning the warped metal twisting into the ceiling.

“Go find out!” Motioning her hand up the stairs, your head tilts in curiosity, smacking your lips and then running full speed up the stairs as Sana laughs from below, finally following you when she hears you gasp loudly. 

Tongue pinched between her teeth and smile wide as ever, climbing up the stairs to see your face. You are gobsmacked, hands over your mouth and eyes wide with wonder as you’re taking in the loft with a huge skylight with a conversation pit underneath it. 

“I know one of our favorite things to do together is stargazing so when I saw this, I thought it would be perfect for our week long adventure!” eagerly shouted as she threw herself around you, pressing her chest against your back and resting her chin on your shoulder. 

“This is perfect!” placing your hands over hers on your stomach and leaning into her warmth, and knowing you’d be spending the majority of your nights suspended under the stars with Sana talking about life and enjoying each other's company. 

“Alright, let’s go! We have plans!” suddenly heading for the exit, lightly pulling on your arm trying to get you back down the stairs to get ready. 

“Plans?! Where are we going?” Quizzically as you trample down the stairs, Sana pulling you the entire way.

“It’s a surprise! Did you pack that one outfit I told you to?” as she pulls her suitcases into one of the rooms to get settled.

“Yes…should I put i-”

“Yes. Put it on and give me 30 minutes.” Closing the door quickly behind her, giving no time for arguments or rebuttals. 

Glancing at the clock, the time reading 6:33pm, you pull out the outfit requested by Sana and lay it flat on the bed. A bright red crop top, paired with black slacks, and a black blazer. It was a little dressier than what you would normally wear but it was her break up vacation and if she enjoyed you in this outfit, she’d get you in this outfit. 

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Steam rises to the ceiling as you sing to yourself in the shower, washing the travel off of you to get a little more comfortable. You wonder how Sana is doing. It’s only been about 10 minutes since you parted but knowing she was going through a tough time, you couldn’t help but worry a little as she seemed very cheery since you arrived on the island. 

Recalling the first time you and her went stargazing together, it was a cool night in October when she called you unexpectedly. Missing her family immensely, reaching out to you for some comfort. 

Water rushing down your back as you live in the memory of Sana coming over to your apartment with that gloomy look living in her eyes. Dragging her to the patio and telling her to get into the hammock you had set up for yourself a few days prior, for this exact reason. 

Laying closely together, holding her as you asked her questions about her family, what they did for a living, about the special memories she had with them from her childhood. By the end of it she was smiling and giggling recalling them with you.

Silence fell between you as you both relaxed and looked up at the sky when you suddenly pointed up at the shimmering night, singling out a radiant sparkle in the blackness of the sky.

“That’s Venus…do you see those 3 stars in a row? That’s Orion’s belt!” enthusiastically talking about the stars and planets in the sky that you could see. She always loved listening to you speak so passionately about things you loved. 

That was the first night you almost kissed, sober, for the first time. Sana had gotten up to use the bathroom and fell back into the hammock face first, always so clumsy, and was merely a half an inch from your face. 

Feeling the heat of her breath on your skin burnt you as the moment tensed, bones stiffening in the face of your best friend. Pull like magnets in your chests as you inched closer before she forced herself away from you, throwing her hands over her mouth, muttering an apology and basically running inside.

Leaving you to remember the way your chest fell into itself and the ache of wanting to feel her lips on yours. That’s the only time you were almost able to do what no one ever could, get Sana to make the first move. 

Always against it with everyone else, she doesn’t chase. If you want her, show her otherwise you’ll get locked into the friend zone, never to be seen in a romantic light again. A familiar sadness creeped into your stomach. Not chasing her was hard for you, but you were so paranoid about ruining the friendship that you just couldn’t bring yourself to play the game.

A sigh relieves some of the compression in your chest as you dry your hair, hoping this would be the night that you finally got over yourself enough to tell her how you felt about her. It was intimidating to think about, considering you still had a week on this island with her and what if it isn't reciprocated?

Slipping into the outfit laid out on the bed, adjusting it accordingly and stepping into the living room noting that Sana wasn’t out of her room yet, of course. Late to everything, as always.

Placing yourself on the couch and peering at the clock, 6:59pm, patiently waiting for her to emerge and deciding to get a little more comfortable, you laid down and scrolled through your phone, eyes getting heavier as the minutes passed until you finally dozed off. 

—

The door opens lightly and Sana steps out in a long black sleeveless dress, cinched at the waist to show off her figure and a slit all the way up to her upper thigh. Hair tied up in a sophisticated bun and make-up flawless, finally ready to go. 

Hands placed on her hips, shifting her weight to one leg when she sees you asleep on the couch, letting out an eye roll and a small giggle that stirs you awake. 

“Good morning, sleepy head!” shouted at you in a volume you weren’t anticipating. Eyes widening as you take in your surroundings and re-calibrate from the deep sleep you found yourself in moments prior.

Eyes shifting over Sana, your breath is pulled from your body. Blood running blue as all hints of oxygen drained from your lungs, sucked into a vortex of pure bliss as you felt the weight of the love you had for the human in front of you, who was effervescently shining brightly in front of you. 

“Sana,” sleepily escapes your lip, awe breaking through the grogginess of your voice, “You look stunning…wow.” If she was drenched in diamonds the delicacy that was her elegance would refract the same amount of light, glowing with the embodiment of pure love that she willingly gave to those who she felt were worthy.  

Staring without care and mouth hanging open, you couldn’t help but gawk at her. A moth to a flame, eyes glued to her figure. Absolutely trapped in your skin as your body temperature rises, flushing your skin a lovely shade of pink. 

“I could say the same to you…” looking you up and down before batting her eyes at you. Watching you stand, completely engrossed as you stretch again, bones rattling under the stiffness of the slumber you found on the couch. 

Neither of you can take your eyes off each other when heading for the door. The closeness causes a slight tension between the two of you, fingers tingling from nervousness at the close proximity, breathing becomes a little more difficult. 

This was going to be a long night.

—

Arriving at your reservation at the local fancy restaurant, you were unable to focus on anything but Sana. Following every refined movement, from sitting in the chair you pulled out for her, to looking at the menu. You were in the clouds, heart eyes evident, completely oblivious to what was happening around you. 

“Do you know what you’re going to order?” questioned without removing her eyes from the wine menu, tabbing through the selections and settling on the sweetest bottle of rosé she could find. 

“Uh…nope, actually. I was distracted.” dropping your head in shame as you quickly find the entrees, picking the ribeye and closing the menu quickly. Eyes back to Sana but she’s already peering at you making eye contact that blinds you, forcing you to look away from her and noticing the emptiness of the restaurant.

The waiter approaches the table and introduces himself, letting you know what the house specials were before asking about what drinks you were interested in for the evening. This prompts Sana to order the wine she was looking at on the menu. 

“We will take this bottle, please” Sana says pointing at the page, hearing the drag of her finger on the thick paper as she underlines the name with her nail. 

“Oh, before you go, why is it so empty in here? During the summer I would assume it would be busier.” Politely asking, I guess she noticed too. 

“It’s the stormy season so most people wait until right before fall to visit.” smiling and leaning to get the bottle of wine for the two of you. 

“…storms?” whispered from the woman made of living porcelain, showing a crack that misted fear onto her perfect complexion. 

The waiter comes back over, shows both of you the bottle before slicing the foil and uncorking it, pouring Sana a little for a taste test. She swirls the glass lightly and takes a sip before letting out a satisfied hum. The waiter takes the go ahead and fills her glass, doing the same for you moments later and leaving quickly. 

“Thanks for agreeing to come with me on this trip, I’m feeling much better already.” An energy emitting off of her that was abnormal. Was Sana being shy? Sana? Shy? How bizarre. 

“You know I’d do anything to make you feel better.” confidently said back in a tone that was a little flirtier than normal. Allowing the boldness to flow before you could stop yourself. Sighing as if you are ashamed, your arms swing to cover your chest and legs crossed trying to escape the awkwardness.

Sana notices and smirks, “I know you would. I'd do the same for you. I think that’s why our friendship has been so great!” raising her glass to you before she sips it lightly, you do the same back, offering it as a cheer but it was really a muffled cry. 

The smile she lets out as she finishes her sentence was an insult to the injury. The word friend branding your chest and the smile the salt rubbed mercilessly into the wound, stinging a little more than normal tonight considering the way she was looking at you earlier.

Growing somber as the night continues on, throughout the meal and through the ride home you barely said anything, not that Sana minded. Your company was enough but it was weighing on her that you were seemingly bothered by something she couldn’t see. 

“Are you sure you’re okay, Y/n? You seem off since dinner…” worried as she swipes the card to open your hotel door, launching it forward to let you in first. 

“Yeah, I’m okay. I think I’m just tired is all.” a melancholic response from you as you head into your room and close the door lightly behind you before she could ask you anything else. 

Sana stands in the living room by herself in silence, saddened by something she didn’t really understand. Holding her own hands as she gazes down at the floor biting the inside of her cheek, wishing she had the guts to follow you. 

Rain splashing on the windows lightly and a small rumble in the distance, winds howling pushing and pulling the building as it creaks under the force, reminding her of what the waiter said at the restaurant. Stormy season.

“Great.” rolling her eyes at the idea of being in an unfamiliar place and having to deal with the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning. A fear she’s had since she was a child, alive and well in her 20s that you usually helped her through, but you were upset and she wanted to give you space if you needed it. 

“If y/n can face her fear of flying, then I can face this.” Hastily going into her room, changing into something more comfortable and curling up in the bed, scrolling on her phone as the storm rolled in, tapping on the window a sign of the loud clashes that were going to sing through the sky as anytime now. 

—

Closing the door behind you lightly and plopping onto the bed, you run your hands over your face roughly and deeply inhale, followed by an exhale of equal size as you try to shake off the feeling of dread. 

“Friendship” the word locked between your ears, spiraling and echoing through your memories of all the times you thought there was something between you and Sana. 

Sadness wells up in your throat, choking on the indirect rejection slushing through your brain as the rain falls outside. Thunder rolling in the distance, Sana was going to text you when it got bad you already knew. 

Sighing heavily as you stripped off her favorite outfit of yours, throwing it carelessly out of your sights. Reaching for a pair of cozy black sweatpants and a black wife pleaser tank top. 

Not even bothering to remove the comforter off the sheets, you lay face first into the pillow and sigh heavily trying to release the build up of grief you had been carrying for some time, without alerting Sana. 

Dizzy in a sense, hopelessness washed over you when your phone vibrated about 45 minutes later with a text from Sana. 

Satang<3: are you awake? 

Satang<3: this thunder is kinda scary…

A playful grin lay across your face and you start typing but a knock interrupts the attempt.

 Adrenaline flushes your system as you stand and pull the door open, revealing Sana, wearing an oversized t-shirt that covered whatever bottoms she could have on. Anxiety brewed within her about the commotion outside, jumping closer to you as the thunder clapped loudly against itself. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” breathed to you through chattering teeth, eyes wide and pouty as she tried to convince you, not that you needed it. 

Visibly shaken up, she takes a big step forward towards you. Your arms immediately open for her out of habit. Half holding, half guiding her to the right side of the bed and allowing her to crawl in between the silky sheets first. 

Taking your place next to her, you click the TV on and find a channel with a random sitcom on to drown out the noise of the clattering outside, hoping Sana could focus on something other than the storm. 

“Maybe we could go to the beach tomorrow?” said unexpectedly through the sound of the laugh track playing loudly, covering the static of the 

“But you hate the beach.” in awe at what you were suggesting to her.

“But you love the beach.” retorted sarcastically with a grin.

Beaming at you as she playfully smacks your arm, leaving her hand carefully placed on your bicep, a form of physical touch, her love language. She squeezed it tightly as the thunder rolled, creeping closer with every minute. 

Her eyes are recklessly running around the room as the lightning illuminates the sky, droplets pounding on the roof in intense waves as the storm thrashes into the night, leaving you to care for your favorite person. 

 You left your arm up and over her shoulder, pulling her closer to you. She is quick to koala herself around you with her head on your chest, listening to your racing heart, and half smiling as she falls asleep in the safety of your warmth.

—

Waking up to the sound of Sana’s sleep heavy breaths was something you always looked forward to when you found yourself sharing a bed. She was so at peace and calm, it was hard to ignore how exquisitely perfect she was. 

Laying with her face in your neck, her closed eyes softened as her brows furrowed in her sleep, small squeaks leaving her lips, followed by a groan muffled by you, sent your body into system overload. What could she possibly be dreaming about that would cause such a sound to leave her perfectly pink lips? 

Her hand slides up your torso gently, her breath hitching as her fingertips smooth over your ribs, bone by bone. Heartbeat visible in your chest as she rolls onto her back and audibly moans your name.

The way it rolls off her tongue makes you instantly insatiable, clenching your thighs together tightly for some form of relief and trying not to assume what she was dreaming about. The way her hips were rocking was enough for you to put all the pieces of the puzzle together, not assuming but knowing that she was having a wet dream about you.

Sneakily stepping out of the bed and turning to see her lazily thrusting her hips in her sleep and continuing to whimper sparked something in you that was indescribable. Unable to shift your eyes away from Sana as she continued on, wonder if this was a common occurrence for her.

Stepping into the bathroom to try and remember how to breathe, you hold yourself up on the sink and turn the cold water on, splashing it in your face a few times to bring you back down to earth. Was she really thinking about you that way? Was it just a one time thing? It’s not like you could just ask her, that would be weird. 

“Y/n?” breaks your train of thought causing you to freeze instantaneously. Statued by the sink, wondering if she remembers what she was just moaning over. You were sure to never forget it. 

“I’m in the bathroom…I’ll be out in a second.”

Hearing her stretch from the other room, you quickly change into your bathing suit, a simple black 2 piece, and walk back into the bedroom.

Sana was still half asleep until she saw you in that swimsuit in front of her, you had been working out and it was showing. Abs toned, arms on the more muscular side; she silently swooned seeing you in this light. 

  “Do you still want to go to the beach today?” sitting on the bed next to her trying to address her directly but she won’t look you in the eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess. Let me change.” calmly leaving her mouth as she gets up and walks out of the room silently and completely shutting you out of whatever she was feeling. 

Now perplexed at what was happening, you stare at the door she just left through in complete disbelief. She was always so cheery in the morning and to see her not shining, caused a little bit of worry in you. 

Following her out into the living room, only for her to shut the door behind her. A sigh ringing through the air after the door closes, you try to brush it off by going to put together your beach bag. Silently gathering towels for the two of you, bringing a few water bottles and snacks and wishfully hoping you’d be able to help her get out of her head today. 

–

The calmness of the waves washes over the shore, creating a relaxing white noise as you and Sana lay in the lounge chairs, enjoying the stillness of the environment and being able to relax in peace.

Margaritas were the drink of choice today, it was 11am and you were already on your third one. Sana just kept ordering them for the both of you and you were on vacation. Who’s to say you can’t let a little lose and get a little drunk with your best friend?

Sana’s demeanor was still off, but she had more of a bounce in her step after an hour or two. The margaritas slowly revived her affectionate personality that she hid away that morning. 

Back to smacking your arm playfully and smiling back at you with everything you said when she suddenly stands and runs right to the ocean, waves putting up a weak fight pulling her in as she turns around and eggs you on in joining her.

“Come on! The water’s not that cold!” Yelled at you from feet away as you made your way to her. She was a liar, the water was freezing cold on your legs as you scooched closer to her in the water finally making it to the waist deep water Sana was at. 

“So c-cold!” escapes your lips as you try to get used to the frigid waters coating your body when a splash causes a loud gasp to leave your mouth followed by a small giggle from Sana. 

Gawking at her while she laughs at your reaction, you jump over to her and grab her by the waist, playfully wrestling with her in the water. Being sure to handle her with care as you tangle, she drapes her arms around your neck, clinging to you tightly. Her legs soon follow, wrapping themselves around your torso so she’s flush against you, slyly smirking centimeters from your face. 

“Awh, have I made you upset?” oozing seductively from her lips as she slides her arms down your back to toy with the knot holding your top to your chest. 

“You wouldn’t.” challenging the threat she was intimidating you with, drunkenly. 

“Oh but I would.” squinting her eyes at you while she tugged lightly allowing the knot to loosen slightly.

Unmoving as you let her pull the strings, her face so close you can see the mischievous glint in her eyes and smirk elongating as she leans into you further, connecting your lips as one of her hands shimmies up to the back of your neck, continuing to lay soft sweet kisses on your face, making her way to your neck for a light bite. Attempting to repress all the noises your lungs wish to release as your legs clench together. 

“You like this, don’t you? I bet you’ve thought about this before, hm?” whispered into your ear as she felt you tensing underneath her. Teeth tug on your lobes lightly as the question burns in your ears like a form of torture, snapping you back to the reality you were in. 

Sana was drunk, heartbroken, and leaning into you for validation…that’s the only way this could actually be happening right?

“Sana...we can’t do this.” hesitantly stated as she cups your face lovingly, you can’t help but rest your head there affectionately. 

“But…why not?” woefully questioned as she rests her chin on your shoulder, re-tying the knot to secure the top covering you, immediately respecting what you were saying and not crossing the boundary. 

“Because we’ve both had too much to drink and I don’t want it to happen thi-…” unaware of a larger wave coming to crash down on you mid sentence, completely drenching both of you from head to toe. 

Chuckling out of surprise, you look over to find the scowl Sana seared into her visage. Her eyes are bright red, breath stuttering as she sniffles.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” scanning the visible parts of her body for any hint as to why she would be so upset.

“I’m fine, y/n. A lot of salt water in my eyes and I'm just ready to go.” getting out of the water and making her way over to where you had set yourselves up for the morning. 

“You want to leave so quickly?” completely confused by her as she gathered everything silently. Making the choice to let her stew in whatever she was feeling, unsure of how to proceed with this but wanting to improve the sudden change in mood, wrapping yourself in your towel and following her back to the hotel. 

–

It was barely 1pm by the time you got back to the room, surprised that she only wanted to spend a few hours in the sun. Asking her multiple times if she was okay on the way back but she only gave one worded replies that didn’t give you any context to why she was turning within herself and away from you.

Setting all her stuff down by the door before walking straight into her room, not closing the door behind her, taking that as an invitation, you followed her like a lost puppy to the threshold. Sana turns around and halfway glares at you as she starts to try to untie the knot at the base of her neck.

“Can I help you, Y/n?” with a tone that harshly fragmented your heart. Never having spoken to you this way, you were taken aback completely, wondering if the alcohol had something to do with the overwhelming sense of unwelcomeness that creeped into the space, darkening the overall mood and instigating fight, flight or freeze within you.

“Oh…” mournfully uttered as you stepped out of the room that was clouded by whatever seeped from Sana’s consciousness, what could you have done to generate such an irritated response from her? Swiftly marching to the room you both spent the night in, footsteps can be heard swiftly trying to catch up to you.

“Y/n, wait!” as you close and lock the door behind you.

Immediately stripping out of the swimsuit when you heard the door rattle slightly, as the person on the other side of it rested their forehead against it. Hearing the sniffles produced from Sana as you force yourself to not offer comfort to the woman who had just snapped at you for a reason you weren’t aware of. 

–

The clock reads 9:53pm as you lay in the conversation pit under the skylight. Last night might’ve been stormy but tonight was perfect for stargazing and that’s exactly what you planned to do, with or without your best friend.

Laying by yourself and staring straight into the sky, admiring the randomness that was the star's patterns, connecting dots as you see the constellations play out in front of you. God, this sucks alone. Missing Sana at every passing moment.

Was she just drunk earlier or were her actions real? Sana had always flirted with you in her intoxicated states but it had never felt as intense as the moment in the water today. Remembering the taste of her sweet lips in the salty air, you craved them constantly, but was it romantic or was it just a drunken moment she was having? 

She did just go through a breakup and the alcohol wasn’t exactly something that made emotions easier to deal with. Maybe she was trying to seek comfort in you, as messed up as that is to say. Maybe she knew you cared for her romantically and she wanted to push the limits and see how much you really wanted her?

The rattling of the metal staircase pulls you out of the toxic trance you were in, not bothering to look up as you picked a star to fixate on instead of looking at Sana who was standing in the doorway.

“May I come in?” a delicate smile can be heard in her words as she asked where your boundary was. That was more like her. Instead of a verbal response, you simply patted the cushioning next to you without looking at her, summoning her over to you. 

Gracefully sauntering over and laying down next to you, she let out a long sigh almost relaxing into the atmosphere as she looked over at your face. You could feel her eyes burning a hole into your cheeks but refused to look away from the skylight. 

Her hand finds its way to your stomach as she lays on her side, snuggling you with her head on your shoulder. Your heart picks up again, even with not wanting to have the conversation that needed to be had, she still made you feel like pure bliss. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you…I just thought-” cutting herself off, swallowing nervously as she starts to quietly weep into your neck.

Shutting your eyes tightly, you try to hold in the emotions that seemed to be brimming out of both of you rapidly. Your fingers lightly trace her back as her quiet sobs drip from your skin.

“Sana, it’s okay. We weren’t sober, I know you didn-” 

“I just thought you felt the same way.” slicing through the air like a knife, chopping your sentence in half. 

Heart pulsing in your ears as you grow red, feeling your heart pumping forcefully as you try to wrap your mind around what she just uttered. You’re completely immobile as you remember all the small moments that could be seen as romantic. Candle lit dinners, the days spent on the couch, the physical touch that was constant between the two of you…has she always liked you this way? Or were you misunderstanding what she was saying?

“What do you mean by that, Sana?” carefully asking the question that charred the tip of your tongue, leaving the build up of fiery love inside of you, knowing this would alter the state of your friendship forever and possibly change the trajectory of your life. 

Sitting up promptly, to ensure you can hear and see her completely, pulling you up with her.

“Y/n” a sigh breaks the sentence as she braces for what’s to come “…I love you.” 

Patiently waiting for the realization of what she’s saying to roll over your face, she continues. 

“I tried dating other people to get over you because I was worried that if I told you, you wouldn’t feel the same way and it would come between us or that it would end badly. And everyone I dated was nothing compared to you, and just made me want to be with you more…you treat me so well that it puts everyone else to shame,” looking down at the floor and toying with a string sticking out of the cushions that covered the floor. 

“And when we were at the beach, I saw the way you looked at me and the alcohol encouraged me to make a move, and you know I never do that but…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear. I misread the signs I thought you were giving me and -sniff-” continuing on to try to over explain her actions but you were in a complete state of euphoria.

Floating on cloud nine as Sana makes her plea for you to stick around, you reach out around her waist and hoist her into your lap, one leg on either side of your waist. 

Hand raising up to cup her surprised face as you lean into her without a second thought, lips passionately connecting as you show her what you always wanted to say out loud. 

Passionately tangled in a heated make out session, you remove her shirt quickly and trail light kisses down her exposed neck to her collarbone, her hand clenching your hair as she whimpers softly under your curious touch. 

“Y/n, I need you” breathed into your mouth as you effortlessly shift positions so you are on top of her, removing your shirt hastily not wanting the fabric to be between the touch of you and her velour skin. 

Grasping at your pants, trying to remove them quickly she nervously fidgets with the button and you let her panic for a second, enjoying the neediness radiating from her brow, as her half lidded eyes fill with frustration. 

Giggling as you look down at her, she halfway glares at you with a smile. Playfulness of your friendship seeps into the moment and you both welcome it in a moment of unseriousness. 

Reaching down and undoing the button of your pants and hers quickly while smirking at her boldly, she rolls her eyes at the move and unzips your pants, sliding her outstretched hand into your underwear and through your wetness. 

“I can’t wait to taste you” sultry tone ringing in your ears as you allow yourself to succumb to Sana in a way you only dreamed about. 

Reaching up behind you to unclip your bra sneakily before she rolled you over so you were on your back, fingers still circling your clit through the movement, causing a few slight gasps and light moans out of you. 

She removes her hand and discards your pants and panties to leave you completely naked. Squirming underneath her as you watch her remove the rest of her clothing, anticipation high as she kisses down your neck leaving small bites and a trail of marks down your chest. 

Taking her time descending your body and learning every place her touch will drive you mad, she hovers over your pussy and smiles up at you. 

“You know once we do this…there’s no going back, right?” waiting for permission from you to continue on. Even with how eager she was, she wanted to make sure that you knew this was an act of you committing to each other.

“Sana, please…” breathed into the night as your hands covered your face, the want palpable in the air as you tried to scoot closer to her mouth.

“Please what?” tracing her fingers between your hip bones and down your hips to your inner thighs.

The whine you release is guttural,  full of the desire that’s been burning for her for what felt like centuries. Moving your hands from your face, through her hair gripping it heavily as you moan the words she’s been waiting to hear. 

“Sana, please fuck me, I need you.” sighing heavily as she kisses your inner thigh while you beg for her to touch you.

“Good girl” mumbled into your thigh as she parts your lips and finally tastes your slick. Leaving nothing for imagination as she explores your folds. 

Her hands reach up to play with your hardened buds as she devours you. Latching onto your clit and circling it lightly with her tongue, moaning into your core as she sucks. 

Writhing underneath her while she feasts on your desire, directing her head where you want it by her hair as you groan her name senselessly. 

Bliss dripping off you, as you fixate on what she looks like between your legs. The eye contact has you spiraling into a void of pure lust as you start to buck your hips into her mouth, slowly grinding against her lips. 

Feeling her smile into you as finger dancing on the edge of your entrance, seeking permission to fill you the way you always dreamed she would. Not allowing her to thrust into you, but instead you force your hips down into to fuck yourself on her fingers while you still have enough thoughts in your head to do so.

Half laughing at you while you continue to buck your hips into her, moaning uncontrollably as you feel your stomach tighten. 

“You must have been dreaming of this for years…I never knew you wanted this so badly, baby. I’ll show you how it’s supposed to feel” taunting you between the damp sounds coming from your core.

Curling her fingers through your wetness to hit your g-spot perfectly as she lets you control the pace and tempo at which her fingers press it, mouth not letting go of your clit as you fuck yourself against her. 

“I’m -fuck right there- gonna cum.” shakily exhaled between grunts as groans as she starts to pump her fingers inside of you, hips faltering as she does, relentlessly sucking and swirling her tongue on your swollen pussy as you gush into her mouth, screaming her name. 

A light sheen of sweat coating your skin as she lets you ride out your orgasm on her fingers before pulling them out of you slowly, leaving you gasping for more. Making eye contact with you as she licks her digits clean, smiling in almost a predatory way as she comes up to kiss you passionately. 

Tasting yourself on her caused your hips to start rutting against her again, grinding on the memory of her between your legs as you try to maneuver your hands between hers when she swats it away. 

“I’ve waited too long for this, for you…and I’m not finished, my love.” sinking her teeth into your neck roughly before finding herself back where she was about to force another orgasm out of you. 

This was going to be a long night, only hoping for more passionate nights under the stars with your love, Minatozaki Sana.

[accioboobs]

(ELLIE WILLIAMS x FEM!READER!!)

NSFW — Ellie comes home angry from work and decides to take her anger out on you ≽^•⩊•^≼

You hear the door slam shut with enough force to shake the walls a little. It probably would've woken you up too if you weren't already, and you sit up from the couch as your girlfriend storms into the living room. She doesn’t greet you as usual, she doesn’t even look at you, slamming her things down and kicking off her shoes.

You look across the room at the ticking clock, midnight approaching and you realize she is almost an hour late. You clear your throat to get her attention — nothing, so you stand up and wander over.

“Ellie?” You say tentatively, placing your palms flat against her back as she hunches over the windowsill, staring out into the rainy night.

She stiffens at your touch, something unfamiliar. Your hands are what calm her down in most cases, a soft sweep of fingertips down her skin and she’d melt back against you. Not tonight and you frown at her sudden cold behavior.

“Did something happen at work?” You ask quietly, sliding your hands down her sides and around her waist, pressing your nose into the back of her shoulder.

She doesn't say anything, instead she grabs your hands and for a split second you think she’s finally giving into your touch, only for her to free herself from your embrace. Ellie walks away from you, disappearing down the hall to where your bedroom is.

You hesitate, wondering if you should follow or just let her be. You know when Ellie gets mad or upset about something it’s almost impossible to crack through that stubbornness that takes over. Then again, you are also persistent enough to piss her off until she lets it all out in one way or another. So you scamper down the hall and into the bedroom, closing the door behind you cautiously.

You hear the tap running from the en-suite bathroom, so you sit on the edge of the bed and wait for her to come out. The door opens soon after, and you can’t help but be dazed by her attractiveness. Her thick auburn hair is slightly messy as it reaches her collarbones, and her loose white tee falls to her upper thighs, showing off the ends of her plaid boxers. You inhale sharply, grabbing Ellie’s attention as she looks across the room.

“Hey.” She says flatly, running a hand down her face that wears a tired expression.

“Hi.” You say back, “you okay?”

“Yes.” She almost tuts, as if your presence is bothering her and she takes a seat at the opposite side of the bed reaching down to take her slippers off.

“Right.” You hum, “you definitely seem okay.”

You get up and walk across the carpet so you're standing right in front of her. Ellie looks up at you with stormy eyes of green, her dark brows furrowed together. You reach out to cup her jaw, sliding your finger along the tense muscle, then dragging it over her bottom lip.

“Whatever it is that happened,” you say just above a whisper, “you could always take it out on me.”

Ellie’s eyes widen slightly and she shakes her head, “no, i’m not gonna do that, i'm not gonna be an ass when you don’t deserve it—”

“You’re kinda already being an ass.” You scoff, “but I'm suggesting another way for you to let out this — well whatever this is.”

It seems as if a lightbulb goes off in her head as she realizes exactly what you mean, and all that tension she holds suddenly morphs into something different, something that makes your stomach flutter. Her teeth graze your thumb that still plays with her bottom lip, and she takes it into her mouth, sucking momentarily.

“What if I get too rough with you?” Ellie mutters, grabbing your hands and standing up, “you know how I get.”

“Mhm,” you nod, “I'm okay with that.”

“You sure?” Ellie narrows her eyes, searching for an indication of doubt, “you know I’m not gonna stop, once I get going.”

You shrug, wrapping your arms around her neck and leaning up to whisper against her ear, “I want you to fuck me until all that anger is gone.”

She lets out a soft groan as your lips kiss the skin along her jaw, but before you can kiss any further Ellie plants her hands on your shoulders, pushing you down so you’re kneeling against the carpet.

“You wanna be good for me?” Her tone of voice has changed, as she leers over you with that superior sort of look in her eyes.

You nod slowly, and she sighs deeply, as if contemplating what she’s going to do with you.

“You’re gonna make me come first before I even touch you.”

You stare up at her with those wide eyes that drive her wild, nodding desperately as you fumble with the waistband of her boxers. You slide them down her smooth, toned legs, wincing as her hand grabs onto your hair and pushes your face between her thighs. Your tongue glides up and down slowly and you moan at the taste that fills your mouth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” Ellie inhales sharply, twisting your hair into a ponytail and keeping a firm grip as she controls your movements.

You suck on her clit at a steady pace, and she tilts her head back, mouth slightly open as she praises your good work.

“Mm, you like when I fuck your mouth?” She teases, grabbing onto both sides of your head and grinding down against your parted lips, your tongue slipping inside of her, “such a fucking whore, arent you?”

You look up at her and nod, moaning against her and watching her writhe from above as she gets closer and closer to coming. Your tongue laps at her clit again, sucking and licking, faster and faster until she’s pleading with you to make her come.

It’s such a pleasure, seeing how easy it is for her to go from commanding you, to begging for mercy. You feel a sense of pride wash through you as Ellie cries out your name, thighs squeezing around your face as she lets her orgasm ripple through her. You keep eating her out until she pushes you away, your mouth and chin dripping with her come.

“Oh, fuck,” Ellie pants, sitting back on the bed and looking down at you, “god, you’re so good for me aren’t you?”

She reaches out and cups your cheek, staring at you with hazy eyes as she thinks of all the things she's going to do to you. She motions for you to crawl into her lap and she pulls your head back by your hair, kissing and biting at your neck and you whine at her touch. Ellie loves marking you, especially when she’s angry. A sort of possessiveness takes over as she leaves deep red bruises all over your skin.

Her hands slide down your body, fingers dancing across the hem of your shirt. She keeps her lips and teeth on your neck, her warm breath fanning at the skin as her breathing becomes ragged.

“Up.” She instructs, pulling off your shirt.

She takes it in her hands and with a grunt, rips the fabric down the middle. You gasp, feeling yourself frown. You like that shirt a lot and Ellie smirks at your pissed expression as if it’s what she wants.

“I'll buy you another, baby.” She smiles with a sort of arrogance, but it’s hard to be mad at her when you are so turned on.

She reaches around to unhook your bra next, her eyes lighting up now that you're completely naked from the waist up. She usually takes her time with your boobs, but tonight she has other plans, starting with your ripped shirt that she holds in her hand. She takes a piece of the fabric and uses it as a blindfold, tying it tightly to cover your eyes.

“Ellie—” you whimper.

She quickly shushes you, “you trust me, right?”

You nod without a doubt.

“Use your words.” She insists.

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good.” She moves so that now she’s on top of you, pushing your legs apart with her knee and sliding down your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

The sound of your heavy breathing and the light rain against the window is the only thing heard in the dimly lit room, and then the sound of her lips kissing down your body take over, much louder than anything else.

Her kisses aren't slow and gentle, they’re rough and hungry as they press into your skin, across your hip bones, teeth dragging down your thighs.

“So wet, mmh.” She mumbles against the fabric of your underwear before pulling them to the side and burying her face between your legs.

You inhale sharply at the sudden feeling of her tongue on your clit as she lapped quickly, not even easing you into it. She pushes your legs apart, as far as they can go, shaking her head from side to side as she assaults you with her tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You whine, grinding yourself against her mouth as she quickens her pace even more.

Your fingers snake their way into her dark auburn strands, tugging and holding her head in place as you feel yourself get dangerously close. You can’t believe she’s letting you orgasm this soon, usually she likes to drag it out for hoursssss on end until you’re practically begging.

“Gonna come?” Her voice is muffled against you as her tongue slips inside, swirling and lapping at your wetness.

“Yes!” You cry out, thighs starting to shake as that feeling starts to build up in your lower stomach, “keep going baby, oh!”

Just as you’re about to let go you feel her pull away from your throbbing pussy and you let out a frustrated huff, one that makes her laugh in a sort of mocking way.

You hear her crawl over your body, lips kissing the side of your head before leaning down to whisper against your ear, “aw, did you wanna come?”

She can't see your eyes but they narrow in anger and your cheeks flush crimson.

“God, you’re so mean.”

“I'm so mean?” She repeats smugly, “well, if I’m so mean, maybe I shouldn’t fuck you like you wanted.”

“No, please,” you utter so desperately it makes her groan, “I’ll do anything, please just fuck me.”

“Yeah, beg for it you fucking whore.” She says in a strained sort of voice, “you know I love when you beg for it.”

“Mmh, please, please, Ellie, fuck me however you want.” You whine, not caring how pathetic it sounds.

She grabs you by the jaw, leaning down to kiss you swiftly before flipping you over so you’re face down into the bed. She slides your soaked underwear down your legs, her fingers teasing your clit for a few seconds before she pushes herself up from the sheets.

“Don’t move.” She warns quietly and you hear her pad across the room and into the bedside drawer.

The sounds of fumbling and buckles excite your ears and she’s behind you again, pulling your body up so that you’re on all fours. Her palm slides across your ass, gentle and soft before you feel a sting against the skin.

“Ellie!” You yelp in shock, your ass throbbing from the sudden blow she left against it.

“You look so pretty like this.” She hums, her hand rubbing soothing circles over the red mark she left, “such a pretty little slut for me.”

You feel the tip of her strap press against you and you shudder as she slowly teases your entrance. You attempt to move back onto it, only to be punished by another spank to your ass and you cry out, arms giving out so your elbows hold you up.

“Don’t be a brat,” Ellie tuts, squeezing at the tingling skin, “remember, brats don’t get to come.”

“M’sorry.” You whimper.

She slowly pushes the tip into your already sensitive pussy, and then without another word, she rams the whole length into you with ease, given how wet you are.

“Mmmmh, fuck.”

“You want it hard don’t you?” Ellie groans, “God, I can tell how desperate you are for me to fuck you.”

She starts at a steady pace, her hands holding onto your hips, nails digging into the flesh as she pounds into you from behind.

Your moans echo throughout the room, and feeling embarrassed of how loud you’re being, you bury your face into the pillows.

“No.” Ellie says with disapproval, “I wanna hear you.”

She reaches forward and grabs onto your hair, pulling your head up as she continues to fuck into you, her strokes becoming faster and deeper. You swear she thinks that strap is part of her, the way she groans as if she can feel your tight walls squeezing around her. She leans forward, sucking on the skin of your back and no doubt leaving more marks.

“You wanna watch me fuck you?” She taunts against your ear as you almost collapse against the mattress, “you wanna see what that pretty face looks like when I make you come?”

You can barely string a sentence together, your moans taking over but she understands all the same. You can breathe for a second as she stops her thrusting, turning you to face the other way and removing the blindfold from your eyes. She climbs onto the bed behind you so you’re both facing the mirror that hangs on the wall beside your bed, and she pushes you down so your back is arched, giving her all she needs to slide into you again.

“Watch me while I fuck you, baby.” She bites at her bottom lip as you turn your head to the side to stare into the mirror.

She grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back, while her other hand keeps your head pushed down against the sheets, making sure you don’t look away for even a second. She begins hammering into you like never before, the sound of her hips slapping against your ass and both of your moans echoing throughout the bedroom.

You can feel your orgasm approaching once again, your lower stomach throbbing from the impact of her deep inside of you, sliding in and out so aggressively it almost hurts. You squeeze your eyes shut as that feeling of bliss almost takes over, and Ellie lets go of your hair to slap you ass again.

You wince in pain, eyes filling with tears as your already sensitive skin stings even more than before. Your eyes meet in the mirror and hers are glazed over with a type of lust you’d never seen before.

“Did I say you could close your eyes?” She says with a certain anger, “I told you to watch me fuck you.”

You don’t care to apologize, seeing as you are so close to coming and nothing else will matter. Ellie seems to read your thoughts and suddenly stops her thrusting, pulling out of you completely and laying back against the bed, arms behind her head.

You look back in shock, chest heaving and mouth agape as she offers you a smug smile. You want to scream as you can’t stand another moment of this torture she seems to enjoy putting you through.

“What are you doing?” You huff, your throat raw from your moaning, “you said you weren't going to stop, remember?”

Ellie exhales deeply, “well, I’m pretty tired, and you’re being such a brat I don’t think you deserve me to do all the work.”

“Ellie,” you almost sob as you struggle to crawl towards her, “please, I’ll be good I promise, I’ll do whatever you say just please—”

You reach out to cup her jaw but she grabs both your wrists and pins them to your sides. She stares up at you, the moonlight slipping through the blinds and painting her face in a silver light.

“You wanna come?” She says, as if it’s news to her and you almost roll your eyes.

“Yes.” You nod desperately.

“Ride me.” She bucks her hips up and her strap presses against your inner thigh, “you wanna come so bad? Do it yourself.”

Your legs are trembling, and you barely have enough strength to hold yourself up, let alone take her strap on your own, but you don’t argue, knowing she isn’t going to give it to you any other way. So you position yourself in her lap, and lower yourself down until she’s completely buried inside of you.

She leans back, arms behind her head again as you struggle to move up and down. She watches as you whine in desperation with sleepy green eyes that hold no remorse. You plant your hands against her abdomen for some sort of support, nails digging into the skin. She almost feels sorry for you, finally giving in as she bucks her hips upwards to meet you.

“Come for me.” She says, thrusting into you a few more times before you can’t hold it in a second longer, “say my name while you come.”

“Ellie!” You throw your head back as you finally orgasm after what feels like hours, and your entire body goes slack as you collapse against her, your warm breath fanning against her neck.

She reaches down to cup the back of your head, planting small kisses against your hair and shushing you as you recover from her torture.

“Sh, you’re okay, I’ve gotchu.”

She runs her hands down your back and slides them around your waist to pull you in close. You feel her hips move and her strap slips out of you slowly, covered in your come. Normally she’d make you suck it clean but after tonight she wants to make sure you’re okay.

“Was that good?” She asks, almost seeming shy.

You smile against her skin, leaning up to kiss her softly, “mhm.”

She looks relieved, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and sighing deeply.

“I'm glad.”

“Do you feel better now?” You ask, drawing circles down her arms with the tip of your finger.

She closes her eyes at your touch and nods slowly, “you always make me feel better.” She stays quiet for a minute, “you promise you’re okay? I didn't hurt you or anything?”

“Mm-mm.” you shake your head, “I told you, I trust you.”

“I know, but sometimes it scares me how rough I can get, I want you to feel safe.” An expression of worry sweeps across her features, “you know that, right?”

“Yes, Ellie,” you reassure gently, “and I do.”

She smiles up at you, spending the rest of the night kissing over the marks she left on you and praising you for how good you were for her.

[luvzpagie]

DEAD TO ME!

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may 15, 2019

“are you serious paige, you want to reschedule again?” your face was contoured with confusion and irritation, your girlfriend had been putting you off for a couple weeks now.

“i’m sorry baby, i just been busy with basketball and shit” paige sighs, leaning back into the gym wall behind her.

“but i’ve been planning this for so long” you cross your arms, you were beyond fed up with the excuses paige gave you.

“and plus you know i move in a week, i wanna spend as much time as you.” you whined.

paige looks down at her phone, smiling at whatever was the screen.

everyone had her attention but you, and it hurt. you were obviously the last thing on her mind, you just didn’t understand it.

“i’m so sick of being your last priority!” your voice slightly raised, catching the few people around you attention.

paige scratches at the her neck awkwardly, looking up from her phone. “can you not yell? people are staring” she talks in a low tone.

“the fuck? so me yelling is what you care about right now?” your voice cracking, as tears begin to well up in your eyes. you quickly pack up your things.

“y/n- baby please” paige grabs at ur hand trying to stop you.

“no i’m done with you, fuck you paige.” you spat at her, your voice filled with anger and hurt. you snatch you hand away from her storming out of the gymnasium.

leaving her there to soak in what just happened.

august 6 2020

it’s been a year since you broken up with paige. you almost forget her, enjoying your “new” life in cali. but the way things ended wonders in your head, you cringe at it.

“hellooo, earth to y/n”

you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as your best friend evelyn called out for you, swatting her hand in your face.

“did you even hear what i said” she sassed while passing you a box of your belongings.

“yes ev.” you sigh.

“jeez, no need for the sass” you roll your eyes as you walk her past her to the elevator.

it dings as the doors, a few seconds past waiting for it to get you the level your dorm was on.

as you leave the elevator, you walk to your room.

“ev where’s the room keys?” you watch the girl pat herself down, searching for them.

“shit! i left downstairs!” she yelp, she quickly rushed down to get them.

you put the last bit of clothes away in the mini dresser, you fall back onto your bed sighing from exhaustion.

“finally”

“i’m so glad we getting to share a dorm!” ev clapped, you smiled, it was so long since you had seen her. you felt a sense of peace knowing you guys were together again.

the dorm goes quiet for a while, leaving you in your thoughts again.

“you hungry?” you squint your eyes at ev.

“how’d you know?” the curly head girl looks almost as if your dumb. “im your best friend duhh! i know everything”

“okay weirdo”

“cmon!” she said grabbing her keys off the desk.

august 8 2020

it’s been two days since you’ve moved in, it was the first meeting of your cheer team. you nervous yet excited, hoping to make good friends.

one problem— you were lost, completely unaware of this new place. you try to look around searching for where dance room was.

“where the hell is it” you mumble to yourself. you flatten out the clothes you were wearing, trying to make you look less pathetic.

“yo, are you supposed to over here?” a kinda raspy voice spoke, it sounded familiar yet you couldn’t make out who.

“i’m not even sure, i’m looking for the dance room” you chuckled. “you apart of the cheer team or somethin?” the unknown person said.

“yeah, do you know where that is-” your eyes widened as you turn around, heart dropping at the tall figure in front of you. you were stunned, no words could come out of your mouth.

you were not prepared to see her.

“y/n?”

[maxillness]

Light || Mentor!MW2 x F2 Driver!Reader

Warnings: 18+, age gap, drivers room sex, fingering, oral (F), hair pulling, (kinda) mean Mark

Wordcount: 1.5k

This kinda (doesn’t) make sense, but god do it love this 😭🫶

Tag list: @e-nonsense @babyprofessorsharkpalace

There were ups and down of having the Mark Webber as a mentor

The ups? He was good, and he mentored perfectly, she could never have gotten this far in her career without him

The downs? He was attractive

Everything about him is attractive. His hands, his arms, his voice, his face, his body. Everything

And she could barely stand it anymore. If she didn’t do anything about it soon, she would surely combust

She listened when he talked, but she didn’t really listen. Her subconscious picked up on his words, but she never remembered their conversations

She was to focus on watching him. And, yeah, sure, she was good, and she knew it was because of him, but she never remembered why she got so good

He was the only thing launched on her brain

Mark, Mark, Mark

She could barely pushed the thoughts aside on the track, but she managed, and she always got a podium, not always p1, but podium

After a very beautiful p1 finish, a reporter wanted to talk to her about having Mark as a mentor

“Now, we’ve talked about the pros of having Mark as a mentor, is there any cons?” He asked before taking the mic closer to her

She nervously giggled before answering “Yeah. There is. Just one thought” She swallowed the spit pooling in her mouth before speaking again “He’s extremely attractive. Like, extremely” She searched for other words

“It makes it difficult to focus when he’s around. That’s how attractive he is” They both giggled in sync before the reporter spoke up

“That, we can agree on. Thank you, Y/N. Have a nice day” He smiled before she walked away

She ended up in her drivers room. She was exhausted as she laid on the small couch, almost drifting off into slumber

A knock on the door startled her awake. She sat up, trying to look like she didn’t just almost fall asleep

“Come in” Her voice almost cracked as she spoke up

“Hey, can we talk for a minute?” It was Mark who stood in the door way, his hand holding on to the door knob

“Sure. Of course” She scooted to her right to make space for him on the left as he closed the door behind him

“Look…” He sat down on the couch beside her, tilting his body slightly towards her “I’ll give you everything I have. I’ll teach you everything I know” He sighed before speaking again “But I feel like there’s things you’re not telling me”

Shit. She had forgotten all about the interview earlier

“And I know I’m not supposed to know everything, but-“

“I promise I’ll do better. But, there are just things I can’t tell you” She lowered her head, avoiding his eyes

“I know, I know. I will always hold you close, but I will learn to let you go if we can’t communicate

“I promise… I’ll do better, Mark” She never said his name, so it quite startled him when she did

“I will soften every edge. I’ll hold the world to it’s best” She hated when he spoke that way

“With every heartbeat I have left, I will do better, but can we please, take this conversation another time? I’m exhausted” She really was, but she was scared what the out come was gonna be

“Of course” He sighed, but didn’t move out of his spot “I just want to know one thing” She didn’t answer, but her eyes told him to speak “Was it true what you said earlier?”

“Yes” She answered without thinking. She didn’t meet his eyes, but he tried to meet hers

“Thank you for being honest” She felt a ‘but’ coming when his large hand went to her upper thigh “But…” There it was “I wish you would have told me face to face”

She looked up at him. She sighed before speaking “I can’t” Her voice broke slightly as she spoke

“Yes you can” He scooted closer, his hand trailing upwards in the progress

She felt it in her stomach before she felt it on her cheeks. He could do things to her just by talking, so what could he do if it progressed further?

“Mark-“ Her sentence was cut short by a yelp when he pulled her into in lap, both his hands now on the back of her thighs as hers was on his shoulders

“Tell me” His voice was soft, even with his accent. His eyes was as equally soft

Was this all an act to get her to talk? Would he push her away after she told him? She couldn’t possibly tell him “I can’t-“

She was cut off yet again, but this time with his soft lips against her own. He pulled away when she didn’t kiss him back

“Tell me” His voice was now stern. She only whimpered low, shaking her head slightly

He kissed her again, now rougher. She kissed back this time, her hands now at the back of his head

“Tell me” His words were muffled against her lips. She only answered with a hum that sounded negative

His hands went over her ass and up to her waist in a quick motion. He quickly flipped them over, so now she was sitting in the couch and he was down on his knees in front of her

She had whined at the loss of contact from his lips. His hands went to their waistband of her sweats

“Tell me” His pupils were blown wide, almost covering that beauty of a green colour. She whined at his words, but she didn’t answer, not even shaking her head no

“Fine, guess I’ll have to get it out of you another way” He hooked his fingers into the waist band

She bucked her hips, allowing him to pull down both the sweats and her panties in one pull

“Mark- the door-“ She quickly looked over at the door and then back down at him when he spread her legs wider and pulled her closer to the edge

“It’s locked. Don’t worry, darling” He mouthed opened kisses at her skin on her inner thighs

“You planned this?” She scoffed, trying to hide the whimper trying to escape her “You sick son of-“ She moaned when his tongue went trough her folds

One of her hands went to his hair with a tight grip, making him groan. Her breath shuttered as his tongue went over her clit

Her back arched off of the couch as her other hand grabbed the edge of the couch, her knuckles turning white

His tongue flicked her clit over and over again, making her moans lewd and pornographic

Two of his fingers teased her entrance, making her whimper. He entered just with his fingertips, making her grind down on him, wanting him further into her

His hand that wasn’t inside her, pushed down onto her lower abdomen, pushing her into the couch, stopping her grinding

“Please, I need it. Please” She almost cried begging for his fingers

“Tell me” She tried pushing his face back into her, but with no luck “It’s not that hard. You’ve said it once, you can say it again” God, was his accent hot

He slid his fingers further into her, drawing out a mixture between a moan and a whine. He curled his fingers, barely grazing the spongy part inside her

“Come on, darling. I can tease you as long as I can. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want” She couldn’t see him from the way her eyes were shut closed, but she could hear the smirk in his voice

His thrusted his fingers in and out of her with a slow pace, wanting to hear her beg for it, only for her to be denied

“Mark- please. Faster, please. I’m begging you” Tears were starting to fill in the corners of her eyes

He chuckled slightly, biting light marks into her thighs “Not until you tell me” He liked over the marks, soothing the stinging sensation “Be a good girl and tell me”

She whimpered, feeling him slow down his pace, if that was even possible. She opened her eyes, looking down at him, debating if it was worth it

“Fuck” She whimpered low “You’re so fucking attractive it hurts” She threw her head back against the couch, closing her eyes as he sped up his fingers

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned, curling his fingers, making her rapidly clench around him

“Fuck, I’m gonna come” She managed to get words out between her moans

“Come for me, darling” Her thighs shook, and after a few thrusts of his fingers, she came around him

He slowed the pace of his fingers down, kissing her thighs softly, pulling her down from her high

He pulled his fingers out of her before standing up to tower over her. Her eyes trailed down his body, eyes landing on his very obvious boner

“Let me take care of you” Her hands went to his belt buckle, but he took her wrists before she could touch him

“Not now” He bend down, kissing her softly “Come to my room tonight, and I’ll let you do whatever. Okay?” She nodded “Good girl”

He stayed until she had gotten her sweats back on. He kissed her softly again before leaving the room

[spaceyrosie]

for you, i would ruin myself

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader, hints of Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss Summary: Hotch is a busy man and he truly tried his best to be there for his children, until one day they got into a serious accident, leaving his daughter to be seriously injured. Warnings: heavy angst, sadness, reader got seriously hurt, descriptive injuries, blood, mentions of death, Haley's death, Hotch really tried his best, cliffhanger Author's note: I've been wanting to write for Aaron Hotchner for a while now and have finally gotten the time and inspiration to do so. I don't know if I should make a second part. Word count: 2.1k

“Dad! Hurry or Jack’s going to eat the cake all by himself!” you hollered from the living room.

Jack giggled “No I’m not,” his hand reaching out for the cookies they baked together that afternoon.

It was a peaceful day, one you have wished for a while now. Your dad’s job made it challenging for him to be home during the weekends, but today is one of the days he has taken the day off to celebrate your birthday.

“I’m coming!” Aaron replied walking to the living room to his children.

He had asked you a few weeks prior if you wanted a party for your birthday but you replied only wanting a small and quiet birthday with him and Jack. “I just want to celebrate the moment with the people I love the most, but I don’t get to do that these days.”

Aaron understands that reference, he has been travelling for work a lot in the past months. This is your first birthday since Haley passed, and it’s hard to celebrate without her.

Pulling Jack to his lap, they both sang Happy Birthday before you blew out the candles. Jack cheered, “We eat the cake and cookies now, Daddy? Please,” Giving his best pout, Aaron laughed.

“At least let y/n cut the cake first,” he chuckled while ruffling his son's hair.

As you are about to slice into the cake, they hear the dreaded ringtone from his work phone. Grimacing slightly, he picked up the call and lifted Jack from his lap before walking to the kitchen, “Hotchner. Yes, JJ?”

You tried not to let your emotions down, you knew this was part of his job. But, your fingers trembled as you sliced the cake before handing a plate to Jack. Your dad is still talking on the phone in the kitchen and judging by how his voice lowered, you know what’s about to come.

You tried to bite back the tears that were threatening to fall - will there be a time when your dad can make more time for his own family?

He walks back into the room, face pulled into a frown. He knelt before you, gaze heavy, “I’m so sorry, honey.” He started. “We got pulled into a case. I got to fly to Arizona.”

His apology lingered in the air. You nod, not really trusting your voice at the moment. You swallowed down your disappointment before forcing out a smile. 

“It’s alright, dad.” Your reply was short. You couldn’t let him see the cracks behind your smile. He carried enough burdens, with the weight of his job and being a single parent of two, you couldn’t add your disappointment to his plate.

He frowns not convinced, “Really, me and Jack will just watch Star Wars after this.” Who you are trying to convince, him or yourself, you are not sure.

He looks into your eyes, “I’ll make it up to you, honey,” he whispers, his hand cupping your cheek. You savour this moment - when was the last time Dad held you?

“We’ll be fine, Dad,” You turned away, breaking the contact, and he took the cue to grab his go-bag. Your eyes are misting up but you quickly wipe the tears away not wanting Jack or your dad to see it.

It was your birthday, after all, you are supposed to feel happy, right? Right?

Standing by the door, he crouched down to hug you before pulling away to speak to you, “Happy birthday, honey. I’ll be back soon.”

You watched him walk out the door, knowing he would not be coming home anytime soon.

The next time Hotch dissapoints you was during the end of school year.

The ticking clock felt like a curse, each second mocking his fading hope. Hotch cursed when he saw the time - 3 hours until 7.00 pm.

Looking at the evidence board, he pinched his eyebrows together, the pins and photos taunting him with a case and the fact that he will be disappointing his daughter, again. 

He felt a buzz from his pocket notifying a text from you.

I’m getting ready for the show. See you there!

He didn’t get to reply to the text as Morgan notified him the tactical team was ready to go to the unsub’s place. Pulling on his vest, it felt tight against his chest, burned with frustration and anxiety about the situation. He gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as he led the team to the location provided.

Emily sat beside him noticing his tense posture, “You alright, Hotch?”

He doesn’t want his emotions to cloud his judgment while being in the field. Shifting his gaze into a stoic focus, he said, “Yeah, just ready to wrap the case after we catch the unsub.”

Emily was not convinced as her gaze cut through his stoic mask with her head tilted to the side and eyebrow arched. Hotch sighs, “Y/N’s recital… it’s tonight. Her solo. And I won’t be there.”

She winced, the weight of his unspoken pain echoing in the silence of the car.

“I promised to be there but I know even if we get this guy on time, by the time we arrive in Quantico, the show is finished.”

You squinted through the glare of the spotlights where a sea face blurred in your vision. Your eyes, desperate with searching, landed on Aunt Jessica’s sympathetic gaze, followed by the emptiness of the reserved seat beside her. She waved when you both locked eyes and gave you an apologetic look when your eyes lingered on the empty seat next to her.

The audience applauded after your fingers hit the last note, but all you can hear is the deafening silence inside your head. Flashes of should’ve, would’ve echoed in your head, as the seat next to Aunt Jess remained empty even until you took the final bow.

The case dragged on as Hotch and Prentiss interrogate the unsub into a confession. By the time the team puts their reports in, it's almost midnight.

Hotch tiptoed into the living room, the house quiet. Your bedroom door flicked open and you felt your dad’s presence.

“I'm sorry, honey.” His voice rasped, each word carving deeper into your disappointment.

“I-” You started, voice thick with unshed tears “I- I understand, Dad.” The lie tasted bitter in your mouth.

When he remained quiet, you continued, “It's part of the job, right.” You whispered, voice cracking at the end.

Hotch swallowed his guilt, he'll never get to see her perform on stage. “Honey, I-” He puts a hand on your shoulder to offer some sort of comfort. But, the both of you know nothing can take back his action. “I really tried to be there, y/n,” He said instead.

Still looking away from him, you took a shuddered breath before sighing, “I just…” you whispered, “I wished you were there.”

Silence consumed the room as they both weighed their words in.

Somehow, too many disappointments led him to situations he regrets.

Hotch frowned deepened when the traffic slows during the drive back to Quantico. 

“Traffic’s unusual at this hour,” Prentiss muttered on his side.

Hotch grunted not in the mood. The team got called in for a case over the weekend, and they just finished wrapping it up. Despite it being local, he is still pissed to be working on his day off.

Sirens wailed behind their SUV, and he glanced in the rear mirror where an ambulance was passing through the traffic. The traffic moved slowly and they passed by a few police cars parked by the roadside trying to control the traffic where an accident had happened.

Amidst the flashing lights, he saw it - a black sedan crumpled beyond recognition. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the plates before he pulled to a sudden stop by the roadside.

“Hotch? Why did we stop?”

She followed his gaze to the plate numbers before realisation dawned on her. Not caring to answer her, he jumped out of the SUV before running towards the scene. The smell of gasoline overwhelms his nostrils as his eyes wildly look around the crash site. An officer pulled in front of him, “Sir, please step back.”

“My family!” His roar cut through the atmosphere as he tried to shove past the officer. “Let me through! That’s my family!”

“Aaron!” A familiar voice hollered and he spotted Jessica’s wild curls from a distance. Jessica stumbled toward him, her face smudged with soot and blood stained her shirt. Dread fills his chest as he takes in the condition she is in.

“Jess!” His voice, usually calm and composed, cracked as he pulled her into a crushing embrace. “What’s happened? Where’s Jack?” He threw many questions. “Jess, tell me what happened! Oh my God, where’s y/n?” Aaron could feel the thumping in his chest.

Jess was crying, “I’m sorry, Aaron. I’m really sorry,” she choked out and he almost lost his mind when he heard those words from her.

Then a small figure emerge from the chaos, “Daddy!” Jack’s familiar voice brought some peace to his racing heart. Running towards the boy, who was being attended by a paramedic, he crouched down to console his son’s terrified sobs, “Hey, buddy. Oh Jack, ohh,” Jack was crying, a deep gash etched across his forehead.

His gaze, frantic and desperate, scoured the scene before he landed on a stretcher with you lying on top. He felt his heart drop when he saw your face, pale with a brutal gash mirroring the one on Jack’s head.

“y/n!” The name ripped from his throat as he nearly scrambled to run towards you.

“y/n! Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Aaron begged as he stood by your side. 

“Sir, please step aside so we can help her,” One of the paramedics told him.

He begged, “P-please, she’s my daughter,” Tears were streaming down his face, “Y/n, I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here,” He sobbed trying to take hold of your hand. It felt cold to his touch, you have lost too much blood, causing your body temperature to drop.

You stirred before your eyes fluttered open, “D- dad?” your voice croaked.

Gripping your hand tightly, “I’m here, honey. Dad’s here,” Aaron assured.

Gaze unfocused as your eyes stared ahead, “D- dad, you’re h-here?” You try to reach out. Aaron tried to smooth out the hair out of your face, his face coming into your view.

“I’m here, y/n.” He assured again.

“Dad… it hurts...” You cried, and Hotch felt like his heart had been stabbed. Your whole body was on fire and your breathing hurt. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, mingling with the blood smearing your face.

“I know, sweetheart, I know. But you’re going to be okay. They are going to help you, okay.” His reassurances trembled, knowing he should not make any promises given the condition you are in.

Before you could reply, your eyes fluttered shut before your grip slackened in his. He panicked, calling out your name, “Wake up y/n,” His calloused hand cupped your cheeks, a silent plea etched in his words.

“Don’t do this, honey. Open your eyes, y/n.” His voice, usually strong and steady, cracked as he choked back a sob.

“Step aside, sir.” One of the paramedics immediately rushed.

Right in front of him, he saw another paramedic insert a breathing tube into his daughter’s mouth to help you breathe. Aaron saw his world turned dark when the monitor connecting to your chest beeped rapidly, signalling the heart's struggle to beat rhythmically. 

Hotch felt like he failed you.

He failed to protect you.

He failed to be the father you need.

“We are going to be taking your daughter to Georgetown University Hospital, sir,” The paramedic informed as the stretcher was wheeled into the ambulance. “She’s not stable, you can follow us in your vehicle,” He said sympathetically.

His fingers dug into the cold metal of the stretcher, refusing to let go. "I have to be with her," his voice rough with desperation. "Please, just let me hold her hand."

The paramedic's gaze softened, but his hands stayed firm. "She's losing too much blood, sir. Every minute counts. You'll be with her soon, I promise."

Aaron nodded and released his grip, a sob escaping his throat. Images flickered behind his eyes: empty birthday chairs, unanswered phone calls, a whispered promise to come home. How many times had he failed to be there? How many moments had slipped through his fingers, swallowed by the demands of work?

Haley’s pained voice, etched in his memory, morphed into y/n’s bloodied face.

How many times have you needed him but he wasn’t there?

How many times did he leave his family for work?

His knees buckled as he watched the ambulance drive into the night, flashing sirens blurring into the smoked air. His hands trembled on his side unable to control the weight of guilt inside him.

Emily’s voice cut through the fog, “Hotch,” No amount of words can offer him any comfort in that moment. She tried, nevertheless, “She’s strong, Aaron.” 

He hopes so.

He really hopes that you’ll be okay.

[yolelejiju]

The Longest Walk Home

After a night out partying with Suguru and Satoru, you naively make the choice to let Suguru walk your inebriated self home.

This is an old fic and was posted before on AO3.

TW : NONCON, Somnophilia, Suffocation, minor blood mention (you get a scratch)

CW: dry humping, drinking, public/exhibitionism, situational humiliation, creepy geto

Word Count: 3,890

Disclaimer: I don’t condone noncon acts or taking advantage of people. I just like to write fucked up men.

It’s not that you didn’t like partying, but that you rarely had the time to. So when you finally did get the opportunity, you’d sometimes go a bit overboard.

Tonight, Satoru and Suguru persuaded you to tag along to some random party. Satoru always felt that you were too serious and needed to “take it easy” but he felt that way about everyone and everything. Suguru often sticks up for you when Satoru would tease you. Knowing he would be at the party allowed you to comfortably say yes.

Tonight was going to be a good night.

Checking yourself out in the mirror, you looked back, making sure your dress hugged your curves well. You rarely dressed up, but if you’re going to be seen by dozens of people, you might as well look hot.

You were feeling your outfit and was eager to see if your boys liked it.

You exited the bathroom with an exaggerated model strut. Your anxiety tells you to hit various dramatic poses to make showing off your slightly slutty ensemble less awkward.

Satoru and Suguru both sit on your bed, appreciating your little fashion show.

“So, what do you guys think?” Despite your attempt to hide your nervousness, your voice cracked toward the end of your sentence.

Satoru leaned back into his hands and spread his legs wide with. You could hear his grin stretching across his face. You were expecting a bigger reaction from them, but all you got was… a thumbs up… from Satoru....

That goblin of a man always found a way to get under your skin in a matter of seconds

“A thumbs up? That’s it?!" you blurted out.

“Can you turn around for us real quick?”

You awkwardly followed his order, showing off the back of your dress. You opted to wear a thong so no panty lines would show. You prayed they wouldn’t say anything about it. Your thighs and ass were on the larger side, so too much movement caused the dress to rup up a bit. Despite it's the size, it was like the only piece of “party” clothing you owned.

“I think-" Suguru attempted to break the silence before being interrupted by Satoru

“I love it!”

“As do I” Geto chimed

Making sure this validating moment turned sour quick, of course Satoru followed with

“It makes me want to fuck you”

He doesn’t even flinch as he lets these rancid words tumble from his mouth. Immediately becoming self-conscious by his crude response, you wrapped your arms around your chest and shifted to run back into the bathroom.

You wanted to look nice, but are you sure this is the attention you craved?

Before you get far, you hear Suguru sigh as he stands up.

“You don’t have to change y/n, ignore Satoru” he places his hands on your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze. He pulls your dress strap into place before giving you a light tap on the side of your face. “Come on, let’s do some shots then head of over”

By the time you got to the party, the shots already had you giggly, annoying, and clingy. Not drunk enough to not be as annoying as Satoru, though.

“Stop being so meaaaan, I’m sorry for earlier,” Gojo whines while pulling you by your waist to his side.

You had been giving him the silent treatment all night. You refuse to acknowledge his antics, so you pull away from him, making your way to the drinks.

You were quick to lose track of how much you drank. What was this? Your third cup? Fourth? Who knows?

All you know is right now, all you want to do is let loose and dance. You squeeze through the crowd and make your way to the dance floor. Moving with no shame, swaying and gyrating your hips in circular motions. It’s when you got lower with your gyrations and you felt a hand press onto the arch of your back.

You immediately stood up straight and got pulled back into the warm embrace of a towering man. You had to crane your neck and arch your back to look up at whose hands were on you. Luckily, you were greeted by none other than your crescent eyed, raven-haired friend Suguru.

“You really seem to be enjoying yourself!” the warmth of his breath tickling your ears.

“Mmmm, I am” your words slurred and your giggles were back. You felt him pull you even closer. He felt so welcoming, and so warm, his arms so strong. He nuzzled the crevice of your neck, letting his hair cascade over your collar bones and his breath tickles you. All the stimulations makes you squirm in his arm and your giggles return.

“Stop tickling me” you whine as he sways your body with his from side to side

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to tickle you” as he squeezes you again and gives your neck a light kiss.

“Let me dance with you,” he whispers into your ear before landing another kiss on your neck.

Your chest rises as you let out a heavy exhale. The reaction of your body tells says to keep going. He peppers the kisses from your shoulder to your jaw. There are marks along your neckline after he sucks. He presses his pelvis against you, feeding into his desperation for any friction. You're barely in control of your dancing. It's him causing your hips to sway.

He’s rolling his hips into you from behind as his hands rub up and down your sides, stopping his hand at your ribs just under your breast. The room feels so much hotter with his hands on your body.

You could feel his erection grow as your dancing progressed. With one hand gripping your waist, he uses the other to tilt your chin. Bringing his face to yours for a deep kiss. His lips smell like alcohol, but taste so sweet.

You let out a small yelp when he harshly bites, then sucks your lower lip. Your responses are pushing to keep going further and further.

One of his hands finally leaves your waist and cups your breast. He massages your breast, squeezing harshly with his entire palm. H just rolling into you anymore, he’s now humping you shamelessly in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

With each thrust, his tent in his pants pushes your dress up further and further. A slight brush burn forming on the skin cheeks from the coarseness of his jeans. He hoicks you away from him and spins your body so that it could press your chest up against his. His hands creep up the back of your thighs and sneakily slide under the curve of your ass his thumbs rubs small circles as he lifts you up to kiss you more easily. You’re on the tips of your toes with your arms wrapped around his neck.

The two of you desperately and shamelessly making out despite the discomfort of the surrounding people. As soon as he felt your tongue enter his mouth, the strings that were preventing him from fucking you on that dance floor were breaking. He knows he’s getting too excited, but that doesn’t stop him from using both his hands to firmly grope, then spread your ass cheeks.

He slides his hand down further, hoping to feel the wetness between your legs. With his palm pressing into the lower part of your ass, his finger glides past your perineum, then slides between your folds.

Before you could fully enjoy the first circle his finger drew on your clit, someone threw you back into reality.

“Your asshole was showing, so I wanted to save whatever decency you had left”

It’s Nanami’s hand.

He looks at you with a face mixed with exhaustion and disdain. Geto releases his grip from your bottom and pulls his face back to make eye contact with Kento, who so rudely just cockblocked him. He cleans off his fingers before giving Nanami his faux apology.

“ Sorry Kento, we’ll be sure not to have too much fun next time”

Nanami rolled his eyes, then disappeared back into the crowd to presumably track down Gojo. His words rock in your mind and you felt an onset of shame and embarrassment.

You felt so ashamed of letting yourself get felt up in front of dozens of people, let alone many of them being your friends. You couldn’t allow yourself to think too much, so you found your way back to the jungle juice and downed some more.

“You alright? You’re gonna get yourself sick” You look into the annoyingly beautiful blue eyes of your lease favorite member of the three blind mice, Satoru Gojo.

A man who seems to be very where.

You let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I’m fine” your voice shakes a bit as you tell that lie

“I saw you and Suguru on the dance floor, seemed like the two of you were….getting a frisky”

You don’t even have to turn to look at Gojo to know he has the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Oh, my god, shut up Satoru”

You pivot to look at Satoru you notice that there’s two of him. Your legs aren’t working as hard anymore to keep you up, leaving you in a losing battle with maintaining your balance.

“You seem pretty fucked up, so let’s get you outta here” Gojo can see you’re way too drunk. At this rate, you’re going to end up somewhere drowning in your own vomit.

He wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates you through the crowd. As he guided you through the crowd, he spotted a multiple attractive girls. He was originally planning to hand you off to Nanami but, so he felt so relieved when he spotted Suguru.

“Keep an eye on her, I can’t get my turn with her if she’s dead” Gojo pushes you it Geto's chest before running off to catch the attention of some innocent girls.

You fall into Suguru's warmth once again, wrapping your arms around his waist and nuzzling yourself between his pectorals. A big, childlike smile extends across your face.

“I always wanted to do this”

He can’t get over just how cute you can be. Smiling warmly, he wraps his arms around you.

“Come on y/n let’s get outta here”

……………………………………………………………………………………

Suguru was a strong man, but with both of you under the influence, getting you home was a bitch.

You were far worse off than him. Couldn’t walk straight, let alone stand up on your own. You put almost all of your weight onto him when you clung to his arm.

When he arrives at your apartment complex and realized the elevator was down, he felt so defeated. They warned it would take about 3 hours to fix.

There was no way he was going to walk up 9 flights of stairs this drunk.

Well...

Maybe, maybe if the girl he’s in love with has herself drunk out of her mind, grappling and feeling all over him. Then he would consider. He would do anything for you and maybe even to you.

Three of the nine flights of stairs had you both beat, but it wasn’t like the two of you could sleep outside on some stairs.

It was cold and dark in the stairwell. The cement was unforgiving. The worst best part was there was no surveillance. This had been an ongoing issue. The cameras at your complex worked half the time and there were none in this stairwell.

Geto noticed on the fifth flight of stairs that you were almost completely out of strength. After the first two flights, you went from walking to crawling on all fours like an infant.

He walked behind you as you crept your way up the stairs, unknowingly showcasing your dampened panties and whole ass. Your dress has hiked itself up to your waist and your breast spilled out of your top.

God, you already got him half hard in the club, but the version of you he is seeing right now has him about to cum at any moment.

You looked so slutty with your swollen lip, smudged lipstick, and streaking mascara.

When you tried to stand up again to walk upright, you slipped off the edge of a stair and fell backward into him.

“I’m so-so sorry sir” your slurred apology was adorable.

“It’s fine, just get back up, and let’s keep walking”

He held you against his chest. His arms were both wrapped around your midriff and your back pressed against his chest. He told himself he did this to prevent you from falling forward or backward.

This had nothing to do with the extra friction his dick was getting with every single step, every squirm of yours. From time to time, he’d press his erection into the back of you to see if you would give him any reaction. You never complained, only letting out a small whine.

Now that he knew he could get away with that, he wanted to go a step further. He slid one of his hands up your chest and groped your breast, lightly.

You maintained the same reaction. It honestly didn’t seem like you even knew anything was happening.

After some time, he realized you weren’t even trying to walk anymore. He heard a low snore from you before he realized passed out in his arms.

He shook you to see if you’d wake. The most you gave him was your lashes fluttering a bit. He called your name and got no response from you.

He decided he’d let you down east, slowly dropping your body down onto the landing of the eighth floor. Your upper body pressed against the landing whilst your lower body hung off the side lying on top of the stairs.

You were fast asleep. As if your face wasn’t pressed against cold concrete and your body was exposed to the harsh weather.

Kneeling beside your face, he brushed his hand against your cheek, admiring your precious resting features. He leans down and gives a gentle kiss on your temple.

Suguru scans the area once more to be sure there’s no camera around. He shuffles back a few stairs to look at your cunt at the best angle. He presses his face between your legs, taking in your scent and giving kitten licks to your pussy.

He grips your ass cheeks with both hands. Squeezing, spreading, and jiggling the cheeks independently. He pulls back from your body to take care of his painful erection. Pushing his pants just below his balls, letting his heavy dick slap against his stomach. Shifted to put his legs at your sides. Straddling your upper legs. He slid your underwear down. Admiring the string of your arousal connecting your pussy to the gusset.

To be sure you were still sleeping peacefully, he checked again. He looked back.

Going with his first senses, he pressed his tip into your entrance. His dick wouldn’t go in. He would try to push into your pussy just for it to slide up against your anus. He considered, but he’d rather save that for the next time you get shitfaced drunk. Your pretty asshole was seducing him, but he needed to feel the grip of your cunt first.

Hoping to stretch you out, he forced his finger inside of you. Pushing just his middle finger in and out of your hole. Taking his hand out briefly to taste you before shoving both his pointer and middle finger in this time. You let out a low whine and it went straight to his dick.

He didn’t know if this groan was from pleasure or pain, but he knew just your voice could get him off.

Reminiscing on the times you’d call, he’d have himself on mute pretending to listen to your complaints on life when really he was getting off, fantasizing about you using your mouth to suck him off instead of bitching about work. You didn't even care about how short his responses were. You would drone on and on. He would cum all over his abdomen because of your daily rants.

He waited a long to get a taste of your pussy. Pulling out his fingers and pressing his tip against your entrance again. He hesitated just as he watched the mushroom head spread your lips. He thought about the times you’d go out on dates with various guys.

Who else got to use your pussy?

Letting his frustrations boil over, he pulled his hips back and shoved in his full length in one stroke.

You didn’t wake up, but your brows furrowed, your nose scrunched, and a whimper escaped your lips.

You felt so fucking good to him. Your pussy felt like it was made for him as it sucked in his enormous cock.

Had you known how wet your unconscious body got for him, you would’ve been ashamed. Were you truly so desperate to be fucked that your pussy juices were dripping down your legs with basic teasing?

His thrust started slow yet deep. He didn’t want your knees or face to get scraped on the concrete, so he held himself back as long as he could.

He almost forgot that he was fucking you in a public space. He didn’t have time to drag it out. Before anyone could catch him violating a drunk girl's body, he needed to cum.

He l picked up the pace, gripping your waist more tightly with his left hand as he pulled your hips into him. His right hand crawled under your body to grip your right breast. His knuckle scraped along the concrete as he fucked into you from behind. Your body would slide forward with his thrust, but he’d use his grip on your right breast to pull you right back into him.

As he fucked into you, your pussy sang beautifully for him. He’d never forget every squelch it produced, and how the lips spread when he pushed himself in, seeing how your little pussy struggled to accommodate his size.

The brush of his hands gripping your breast and rubbing against the concrete was becoming too much. He snatched his hand back, wiping off some of the blood onto the back of your dress before pushing it up a bit more so he could get a better view of the fat on your back shaking when he fucked into you.

He spread your ass cheek with his right hand. Adoring the sight of your asshole. He shoved his thumb inside, sinking his thumb in when he pulled his hips away from you and pulling his thumb out when he pushed his dick deep inside of you.

You let out low moans after he began playing with your asshole.

He started thrusting faster as your body reacted to the new stimulation. Your pussy started hugging him tighter. The squelches got louder. Anyone who passed by in the halls would hear the slapping of your skin connecting. Part of him almost hoped someone would catch him. So they’d know that he owns your pussy.

Your pussy belonged to Suguru Geto

He forgot about the pain you were enduring from the rubbing of your skin and the concrete until felt your core grip him differently.

The breaking of your flesh on the concrete stairs woke you up. The burn of your lower body and the broken skin was slowly bringing you back to sobriety.

He was too close to stop now, but he couldn’t have you wake up and realize your so-called best friend was fucking you in an apartment stairwell. His thrust slowed when he saw your hands move

Out of panic, he pulled your dress up, locking in your arms and blocking your view. You could only see the darkness of your clothing. Nothing behind or in front of you. You did not know where you were and barely understood what was happening.

Your breast swayed as your body twisted and squirmed as you tried to escape the dress. The scars from your brush burn speckled with blood.

He grabbed the opening of the dress and pulled it back as he would your hair. One hand held the bottom part of your dress that had gathered at your shoulders down and the other pulled on the opening closest to your head. He started fucking so deeply that his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix. Taking full advantage of the dress's stretchiness. He yanked it back further and harder, causing your back and neck to arch painfully. Because of the amount of elasticity of the dress and the flexibility of your body, he could hold both ends of the dress in one hand.

Your pussy started squeezing him even tighter as your panic doubled. You couldn’t see, and with the strength he was using to pull back on your dress, you could barely breathe. Every inhale just sucked the cloth into your dry mouth and the band of the dress at the base of your neck was crushing your windpipe.

This is the best pussy he’s ever felt. He just knew you were the one for him. No other cunt gripped, pulsed, sucked, and was wet as yours.

His orgasm was coming sooner than he wanted it to as he heard your moans get louder. He felt your pussy pulse around him and suck him in. Your own body betrayed you when he changed the angle of his hips. Thrusting up into your g-spot. His abuse of the spongy sensitive area sent you over the edge. Your legs elongated and shook as your orgasm shot through you. You felt a burst of liquid shoot out of you as your vision no longer saw the darkness of your dress but the light of your orgasm.

The mix of his now wet abdomen with your moans, coughing and choking sent him over the edge. His last thrust was hard, sending your whole body forward, stealing the last of your wind, arching your back until he heard pops.

He plowed his dick deep into your cunt, emptying his balls. A guttural noise left his throat as he did his last thrust, fucking his seed deep into you.

He felt remorseful and felt even worse when he pushed your head forward, your covered face flat to the ground as he pulled his softening cock out and tucked himself with one hand back into his pants.

Kissing you on the back of your head as the best aftercare he could offer at the moment. Afterward, he knotted the excess cloth off the end of the dress, buying as much time as possible before you could see again.

He knew it would take your wasted ass a decent amount of time to get out, so his anxieties about getting caught subsided.

He took a few steps back to snap a shot of your used cum stuffed pussy. Considering if he should brag about his night to Gojo or keep this all to himself.

Suguru swiftly exited the building, running down two flights of stairs to the hallways of the apartment, just to exit through the now working elevator.

After all that transpired, your body was tired, and you passed back out. At sunrise, you awoke to the rays warming your torso and a scarred-up body.

[winchesterwild78]

Please Don't Go

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings/Theme: Language, a little angst, fluff

A/N: A short little story featuring our favorite green eyed hunter. Story idea from a reblog by @jackles010378. I couldn’t help writing this. The pictures were too good not to write about. 😂

All work is my own, please do not copy or take it. Feel free to like and reblog. 

*Requests are open*

Minors DNI 18+

Dean Winchester was a force to be reckoned with. He was tough, grumpy, and was known for being a bed hopper. He would roll into town on a hunt, find the bustiest, loosest women he could find and bed them. Then he would be gone. A trail of heartbreak in his wake.

When you met the boys, you were all hunting the same monster and decided to work together. By the end of the hunt you and Dean definitely had some sexual tension. You however, refused his advances. 

Sam laughed as Dean’s jaw hit the ground. “Come on sweetheart, let’s blow off some steam together.” “I’ll pass. Thanks though, Dean.” You sat at the table sipping the beer you had. Dean was frustrated. “Well boys, it was good working with ya. I’m heading to bed. Keep my number in case you need help with another case. See ya.”

You got up and headed towards your room. Getting about halfway across the parking lot you hear Dean, “Hey, Y/N, wait up.” Stopping you turned towards him, “Yes, Dean. How can I help you?” “Are you seriously not going to blow off some steam with me?” You got right near his face, lips inches from each other. You could feel his hot breath mixing with yours. The smell of beer, whiskey and mint filling your nose. 

Your lips ghosted over his, “No, I’m not.” You smirked and walked away. Dean standing in the parking lot, lips quivering and body aching for your touch. He groans, runs his hands through his hair and walks to his room.

The three of you had an adjoining room. You left your side unlocked, and opened as you jumped in the shower. The bathroom door was slightly open.You knew what you were doing.

Dean unlocked their side when he entered the room, determined to break down your walls. He’d never been rejected before and it was driving him wild, you were driving him wild. 

He wanted you more than he’d wanted anyone else. Dean had no idea what it was about you. Maybe it was the thrill of your rejection, or it could be because you were in the life, or perhaps it was the way you looked, cutting off a vamp's head and then got covered in blood. Whatever it was, he knew he wanted you. He wanted you for more than a night, he just had to figure out how to prove that to you. 

When he unlocked the adjourning door he saw your side was unlocked. He called your name as he stepped into the room. Dean heard the shower running and you singing. God her voice sounds like an angel. I shouldn’t be here. She’s showering, but the door was open. Oh shit! The bathroom door is cracked. 

Dean swallowed hard. “Hey sweetheart, are you in here?” He called loudly. You heard him and you smirked. “No, Dean. The shower is just on and the radio is playing. What do you want?” You turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel. Dean looked through the crack and saw your naked body. His member twitched against his zipper. 

You stepped into the room, with the towel wrapped around you. Dean smirked and ran his fingers through his hair, “I just wanted to talk, but I’ll let you get changed.” “Dean, come back in 5 minutes and we’ll talk.” Dean nodded and walked out. 

That conversation is what led you to where you were today. Three years later and you were still hunting with the Winchesters. The difference, you finally gave into Dean and the two of you have been inseparable ever since. Sure you’ve had your ups and downs, but you’ve always found a way to work it out. 

You love Dean. He is the love of your life. You know he loves you too, but he hasn’t said it yet. Well, not using those three words, but you know he does. He shows you in the little things he does. 

When you’re not feeling well, he brings you your favorite soup, when it’s that time of the month he brings you chocolate and rubs your back, when you cry he holds you tight. Dean might not be able to say he loves you, but he definitely shows you. 

Sam came into the bunker and told you and Dean he caught a case. The three of you loaded up and headed towards Jody and the girls. Sam told you there was a rash of killings and disappearances near Jody and they needed help. It was an all hands on deck situation. 

Dean drove, Sammy rode shotgun, and you sat in the back reading a book. You would glance up and catch Dean’s eye in the rearview mirror. He’d smirk and you’d smile. After a few hours Dean was pulling up to Jody’s house. She came out and greeted the three of you. She offered her spare room and sofa, but you and Dean would feel more comfortable in a hotel. Especially since the girls were there. You didn’t want to traumatize them if they walked in on you and Dean. 

The hunt was harder than expected. You got hurt and Dean was pissed. “What the hell were you thinking, Y/N?! You could have been killed!” “I was thinking about saving that girl. She was terrified and needed help, Dean! You would have done the same thing if you were in that room.” “It was a trap! You were just too blind to see it was. That was incredibly stupid!” 

Sam, Jody and the girls whipped their heads and looked at Dean, then back at you. “Excuse me?! Are you calling me stupid?” “Well if the shoe fits.” He said. You gasped, “I can’t believe you said that, Dean.” Sam stepped in, “Hey, guys, come on. Don’t do this. You’re going to say something you’ll regret.” 

“Stay out of it Sammy.” Dean hissed. Sam, Jody and the girls decided to go inside, leaving you and Dean outside to work out your latest argument. You looked at Dean and he looked at you. Tears filled your eyes. 

“This was a mistake.” “You damn right it was, sweetheart. You should have listened to me. Maybe next time you will and you won’t make a stupid mistake.” Your breath hitched as the tears fell. You felt the rain start and could hear the sound of thunder in the distance. You knew a storm was coming, and not just in the sky, but in your heart. 

“Dean, I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but this, (you motioned between the two of you) isn’t going to work if you don’t trust me to make decisions. I have never questioned your actions on a hunt, but you always question mine.” “Yeah, when your actions are reckless and could get you killed.” 

It started to rain harder. “Let’s go inside, sweetheart. We are getting soaked.” Dean reached for your hand and you pulled away, “No, goodbye, Dean.” You took one last look at Dean and started to walk away. Tears streaming down your face.

Dean yelled for you to stop and come back. You kept walking. He stood there watching you walk away.

Walking into Jody’s house, Sam and Jody looked at Dean who was soaked. “Where’s Y/N?,” Sam asked. Dean couldn’t answer, his heart was shattered. “Dean! Where is Y/N?!” Sam yelled. “She left me.” Jody looked at Dean and shook him, “Go after her! That woman loves you and she brings out the best in you, you’d be a fool to lose her. Go get her now!” 

Dean got up and ran outside. Standing outside he froze, you were walking back up the driveway. When you saw Dean you stopped. Dean stood staring at you, regret and love filling his eyes. You were soaked and your hair was sticking to your face. Dean saw the hurt in your eyes and his heart clenched. The two of you looked in each other’s eyes, saying things your mouth couldn’t. 

You ran to Dean, throwing your arms around him. He pulled you into his arms and your legs wrapped around his waist. His lips crashed on yours, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I love you.” “I love you too, Dean, so much.” After that night, the two of you made two promises to each other, the first was to always talk things out, and the second was to always find time to kiss in the rain. 

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[mysticallystilinski]

imagining needy!stiles being extra clingy while high

CW ! 18 + SMUT ( illegal substance use [under 21], hints of void!stiles peeking through, p in v intercourse w/o use of condom, dirty talk, pet names )

the blunt was thrown out, the roach of course. nothing else was left to smoke, as you and stiles finished the weed. sitting in his room, stiles spoke across from where you were sitting. he was on the bed, while you were positioned comfortably on the chair. y/n, come here he spoke softly.

your eyes flickered from the ground, up to his brown orbs. like magic, his words helped you gravitate towards him. it was weird to walk while high, a kind of floaty feeling.

stiles patted the spot next to him on the bed, immediately pulling your hand in to sit. his hands were warm, not too hot but just right. your fingers interlinked perfectly, like fate. zoning out, you felt stiles pull your chin up to look at him. you know’ you’re so pretty baby, he groaned out.

your immediate response was blushing, but before your cheeks were flushed you were pulled into a harsh kiss. stiles fingers interlocked with your soft hair. you understood that this sudden confidence came from the effects of intoxication. but were you upset about it, definitely not.

gripping on tighter to your hair, stiles slipped his tongue into your mouth marking his way throughout. you felt his kisses get sloppier as your hands trailed their way across his back. stiles moaned into the kiss as scratches went in circles above the thin layer of flannel.

abruptly you pulled away from the kiss. stiles, can you take off my shirt please? his red eyes were prominent as he stared down at you as if you were some sort of prey. it made you feel frightened, but also turned on. a slip of void coming out from beneath his shell.

his eyes never left your sight as he harshly grabbed the ends of your shirt, and grasped it from over your entire body. stiles, what’s wrong? you were concerned, he had never acted that rough before. without comment, he pushed your back onto the bed, and slyly made his way on top of you.

it had been odd that he was acting this way. even though it had been months after the void had left, there still was traces hidden in the cracks of his demeanor.

with a smirk, stiles unbuttoned his flannel, and threw it to the side. revealing a toned chest, your hands practically forced themselves onto his body. his head was slightly tilted as you made your way further down his stomach, to his jeans. unbuttoning them, you made a gaze up at stiles with a sort of passion. the high had never been wiped out.

through his boxers you felt a hard boner, making you even more excited for what to happen next. a mix of marijuana and stiles was enough to have you horny for days. stiles moved from his position to kick off the rest of his jeans, while in the act removing his boxers also. you were left in only a bra, your panties, and short-shorts on.

stiles figure hovered above you, causing a sort of heat to come between your thighs. you clenched your legs, and of course he noticed. what do you think you’re doing?, he questioned. he fully knew what you were doing, and what your intentions were.

he placed his rough hands on top of your knee-caps, practically forcing open your legs to get in between them. feeling his hard - on, your eyes closed in a bliss of exhilaration. do you feel me baby, void practically whimpered out as he took your panties to the side and slipped in.

your mind wandered other places, the ways he could take you and the things he could make you feel practically pulsed through your veins. yes — mhm’ i could feel you so deep. your words seemed to have excited the boy even more because his thrusts began to inch deeper.

harder and faster was an understatement, it was the most blissful moment you could’ve ever experienced. void hit all the right spots, much rougher than stiles could ever be, especially in this state, intoxicated by lust and passion. stiles managed to grab both of your legs, hurling them over his shoulders in an effort to go deeper.

opening your eyes, you saw stiles with his head back, sweat dripping down his neck. his hair was a mess, and his eyes were completely shut. little whimpers of fuck’ and m’ so good eluded from his mouth. you could tell he was enjoying it by the way his cock was twitching so deep inside of you. no doubt

undoubtedly, you were enjoying the void a little too much. your hands traced their way from his chest, to his neck forcing him to look at you. sti’ — you make me feel so good. those words were what caused him to crash. his orgasm approached as his mouth widened, thrusts getting sloppier, and streams of cum shooting inside you deep.

he didn’t pull out quite yet, still giving a few more thrusts he managed to make you have a heat filled orgasm. clenching around him, giving him all that you got, you screamt his name echoing throughout the empty house. your eyes opened once again to see him staring at you in a practical awe.

his doe eyes looked down upon you, giving you hints of lust. his cock still deep inside you, you felt him practically throbbing. giving him a look of confusion, he sighed, and laughed.

you know i can’t help it y/n, the weed makes me horny

[luv4ikeuu]

Coaster Crush - Jake Sim

— ೄྀ࿐summary: your friends convince you to ride the disco pang pang. not only do you face your fear, but you see a cute boy in the process. ˊˎ-

word count: 1.7k

warnings: nothing really, if there is smth lmk!

note: if you don't know what the disco pang pang is maybe search it up before reading so you can kinda understand what's going on

The fresh nightly breeze nipped at your skin as you walked through the crowds of people in the amusement park. The bright, flashing lights of the different rides beckoned from every direction, promising an evening full of fun. The sweet, sugary scent of cotton candy and the savory aroma of pretzels wafted through the air, mixed with the sounds of excited screaming, loud pop music, and laughter.

"Guys!" Hanni exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm. "How about the Disco Pang Pang?" Danielle's eyes lit up, squealing with excitement. "Oh my god! Yes, let's do it!"

You hesitated. You've always been a bit of a scaredy cat when it came to rides. Never going near the ones you deemed unsafe, the Disco Pang Pang being no exception. With its lack of seatbelts, and only a lousy rail and your own strength (or lack there of) to keep you grounded, the idea didn't seem too thrilling for you. "I don't know, guys." You muttered. Your voice laced with uncertainty as you eyed the spinning contraption.

Hanni and Danielle let out a groan. "Don't be such a buzzkill, Y/nnie!" Hanni teased, her tone light and playful. She's right, you'd hate to ruin the night for them, but.. just look at the thing!

"I'm not!" You protested. "It's just.. it doesn't exactly look the safest." Danielle rolled her eyes before pulling you towards the rides entrance.

You anxiously waited in line, observing the riders as their bodies jerked and jumped in every direction. You watched as a girl went stumbling around in the middle, looking for her seat. The operators cheeky comments only added to your uneasiness. "C'mon someone help her!" He shouted.

Poor girl.

"Maybe I'll sit this one out." You suggested, your voice slightly trembling. "Absolutely not!" Hanni declined. Her arms folded on her chest. "You have to get on it. It won't be fun without you!" Danielle chimed in with a pout to her lips. "Besides, maybe you'll find your soulmate." Hanni added with a sly smirk and a shimmy to her shoulders. You laughed, your face flushing with embarrassment. "Oh shut up!" You smiled.

You've seen the viral videos, the operator maneuvers the poor girl into the handsome strangers arms. The outcome? Well, it's usually awkward. Fun, but very, very awkward.

The ride came to a stop, the previous riders stumbled off, dizzy and giggling. "Our turn!" Danielle squealed, her eyes shining with excitement. She hastily boarded the ride, pulling you along with her.

There was no chickening out now.

As you sat down, your mind flooded with worst-case scenarios. What if you end up hurting someone? What if you fall and crack your head open? What if you fly out!? So many things could go wrong, you couldn't believe you let your friends talk you into this so easily!

Your worries momentarily faded as a group of three attractive men stepped onto the ride. The one in the back caught your attention first, with his thick eyebrows and sharp nose, his pale skin radiant under the bright neon lights. The middle one flashed a charming smile, his eyes big like a bambi. While both men were undeniably handsome, your gaze kept drifting to the boy in the front. He had boyish grin that spread ear to ear. Sparkling eyes that held a playful charm, similar to one of a mischievous puppy.

"Oh they're cute!" Hanni whispered, nudging you with her elbow. "Hanni stop!" You whispered back, trying to hide your own fascination.

The trio scanned their surrounding, looking for an empty spot big enough to fit the three of them. Finally, they settled on the other side of the disc, directly across from you.

Your eyes met his, and for a brief moment, you felt the world around you disappear. The rides music and the peoples laughter turned into background noise as you locked eyes, you exchanged a small bow before forcing yourself to look away.

"Cute!" Hanni whispers, snatching you out of your thoughts, "Oh, he's so your type!" Danielle adds, her voice barely audible over the loud music. You were quick to hush them, your face flushing with embarrassment.

Well.. they're definitely not wrong.

The rides music swelled, signaling the start of your ride. Just then, the operators voice boomed through the speakers, his enthusiastic demeanor infectious. "Alright everyone, you ready?" He asked, his tone playful. The crowd responded with a few murmurs, to which he chuckled. "Oh, tough crowd tonight." The laughter that followed calmed your nerves a bit as you found yourself smiling along with everyone else.

The operator continued, "Welcome aboard the Disco Pang Pang! As you can see, there are no seatbelts, but we do have railing for you to hold onto. So make sure you're holding on tight!" He lowered his tone dramatically, "I won't be going easy on you." His voice was full of mischief, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was being serious, or just being funny.

The operators pointing finger caught you off guard, your eyes widening in surprise when he looked you directly in the eyes. "You!" He exclaimed.

"What's your name?" He asked with a warm smile, easing your nerves.

"Y/n!"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He said with a wink. "And how old are you, Ms. Y/n?" He asked, his smile saying he had a plan up his sleeve.

Before you could answer Danielle jumped to your defense, "Hey, don't you think it's a bit rude to ask a lady her age?" The crowd snickered at her cheeky comment. "Oh, very sorry ma'am." He chuckled, his smile unwavering.

Your voice was barely audible over the music when you finally replied, "I just turned twenty!" The operators eyes lit up, "Well, happy late birthday!" He exclaimed, his smile wide and genuine. "I'm guessing those are your friends, correct?" He asked as he gestured towards Hanni and Danielle. You nodded, laughing.

"Are you single ma'am?" Hanni's bubbly voice jumped in. "Single and ready to mingle!" The crowd hollered a whooped at Hanni's remark, the operator chuckled along. "That's what I like to hear!"

With a mischievous glint in his eye, the operator searched for his next victim, his gaze scanning the ride until it landed on a new target. "And you, sir? What's your name?" he asked, his brow raised with curiosity. You followed his gaze, and you found yourself looking at the same handsome stranger who had caught your attention earlier.

He responded swiftly, voice calm and confident. "I'm Jake!" He shouted back. Is that an accent on him?

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-one!" Jake replied, his charming smile on full display. The operators smirk grew wider. "Single?" He asked, his tone cheeky. Jake only nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Well would you look at that? Looks like I've found my victims!" His smirk infectious, yet slightly menacing, hinting at the chaos that was yet to come. With the flick of a switch the ride roared to life. The music swelled, drowning out the chatter and nervous laughter.

As the ride began to spin, you felt a sense of ease, the gentle spin lulled you into a false sense of security. But before you knew it, it span faster, the lights around you blurred into vibrant streaks. Your hair whipped around your face, the wind swooshing in your ears. The rides jerky movements sent your body bouncing up and down, your stomach getting that weird feeling with each jolt. Hanni's laughter and Danielle's shrieks of delight mingled with the music, creating a chaotic symphony.

Your hair whipped around is every direction, covering your vision, so you instinctively lifted your a hand from the railing to brush it aside. But in that split second, the ride lurched forward, making you lose your grip on the railing. Sending you stumbling toward the middle of the floor.

Now you're the poor girl.

Your attempts to get back to your seat were useless due to the operator expertly controlling the ride to prevent you from going anywhere. With every wobbly step you took, he'd only jerked the ride again, sending you stumbling around like a chicken without its head.

"Go towards the handsome fella! He'll help you!" He teased, his voice cutting through the sounds of screams and laughter. Jake held an arm out, ready to catch you, "Come on! I've got you!"

You shook your head no. Your shyness held you back, unwilling to go to the arms of the handsome stranger in front of you.

"Ah don't be shy! He won't bite.. not unless you want him to" The operator chuckled. With that, he tilted the ride with violent jolts, sending you tumbling towards Jake, your body colliding with his.

Your attempts to scoot away from him were useless, every lurch of the ride making you fall right back into his embrace. His strong arm wrapped around your waist.

You both laughed nervously, your face inches apart, your hearts racing in perfect sync. The rides merciless jolts threatened to break Jake's grip, and you felt yourself slipping away, stomach lurching with each jump. "You're not holding her tight enough, Jake! She's slipping away!"

The ride spun faster, and Jake's grip tightened. You felt a rush of excitement mixed with embarrassment as the operator continued to taunt you. "Look at that! You're so cute together!"

Your heart raced with adrenaline, your laughter filling the air as you thought about the absurdity of it all. Jake's chuckle was warm and gentle, his breath caressing your skin as he held you securely against his body, his embrace surprisingly comforting despite being a stranger.

The rides chaotic motions eventually slowed down, the ride finally coming to a stop. The silence was palpable, the only sound being your ragged breaths and Jake's gentle laughter.

"That's a wrap folks!" The operator announced, cutting through the silence. "It looks like we've got a new couple on our hands." The crowd erupted into cheers and applause. You could hear Hanni's and Danielle's hollering, and even Jake's friends whistling.

Jake's eyes locked onto yours, a shy smile spreading across his face. His gaze making you feel like you were the only two people on earth. "Nice to meet you," he said, his voice low and husky, his words barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat as you smiled back, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Nice to meet you too."

[d1s1ntegrated]

shigaraki x reader oneshot

includes: angst, pent up feelings, tomura being emo af, reader being soft, pretty sfw just some kissin :3

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tomura isn't good with his emotions.

he's clingy, angsty, childish. he wants to win everything and he ignores whatever makes him human.

so when he realizes that having you around makes him feel things, he feels sick. he wonders if he's cursed, he wonders if his past is finally coming to haunt him. they way you laugh at his jokes, the softness to your voice when you speak with him, the scent of your hair as you walk past him. he's so fucking angry with you, he's so confused and hurt and doesn't understand why.

he sits across the room from you and stares. he can't peel his eyes from you. he ignores you when you ask if he's feeling alright, he just gets up and storms off. when you knock on his door a few minutes later, he slowly cracks the door and rolls his eyes. it's the last thing he needs, to see you when all he wants to do is forget you exist.

"shiggy, are you okay? you've been staring off all night. did one of us do something?" you ask him in that same pleasantly soft voice, and it hurts his head.

"i'm fine." he avoids your eyes, but stares daggers into your socks. he picks at his nails from his sides and shrugs. you can hear everyone else from the other room, laughing and yelling at each other, and wonder if you should just go back out and give tomura his space.

"i can leave, if you want. you don't seem to want company. i didn't mean to bother." you propose, but he looks you dead in the eyes now, and in the smallest voice, replies,

"don't."

"okay." you nod and close the door behind you.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask, and he shakes his head.

"just shut up and sit." he points to his messy bed, before shoving his piles of clothes off and fixing the duvet slightly. good enough.

"...okay." you comply, and sit. you go to speak but he cuts you off.

"y/n, do you think I'm sick?" he asks, and you look at him.

"what? that's the last thing i expected you to ask." you blink at him, confused.

"aren't you scared of me?" he asks another equally as odd question. you frown.

"if i was, do you think I'd be here?" he grits his teeth.

"yes, because you're reckless and impulsive and an idiot and i hate that." he starts, his tone annoyed.

"i mean you aren't wrong, but wh-" you try to reply, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not finished. don't cut me off." he snaps, but you nod and let him continue,

"i hate that you don't care. i hate that you laugh. i hate how you clean me up and you care for us and you're always here. every time i walk out the door i expect to come back and you're gone, but you're. always. here. you just don't leave! what is wrong with you, y/n, for you to be so stupid and naive, to care for people like us. like me. you're too soft. you're too...good. to be here." his voice cracks at the end, but his words are sharp as he speaks.

you stand and face him. his breathing is heavy, his hands shaking at his sides.

"im no better than you." your answer is simple, but it gets him to look you in the eye.

"why do you stay?" he is quieter now, like what he said before drained him.

you reach out and grab his gloved hand. he doesn't protest, but he winces. you squeeze his hand twice for reassurance, and you feel his hand untense slightly.

"because i want to." he looks to your hand touching his.

"why are you touching me?" he asks shakily.

"because i want to." you rub his hand with your thumb, feeling the roughness of his palm and the soft material of the glove.

"you aren't afraid?" he asks, his sanguine eyes blown wide from the contact. its not a new thing for you to touch him, but you don't do it often. usually only to path him up, or shove him playfully. never this...intimately.

you bring yourself closer to him and brush a strand of his soft hair out of his face. he shivers at the contact and clenches his jaw.

"are you?" you ask, and he scoffs.

"it feels like slow torture." he answers, and you're close enough to feel his breath on you.

"why's that?" you look up at him, your voice low, as if you're keeping a secret.

"because i know it's gonna end." he admits. your eyebrows raise, and you lock eyes.

"it doesn't have to, tomura." the sound of you saying his name makes him swallow hard.

"don't. don't say things like that, it pisses me off, i know it's a lie, i know you'll leave eventually and i don't want to deal with that." he pleads, his hand shaking in yours. you shake your head.

"i'm not leaving. i'm not afraid of you." you whisper now, but you release his hand and just hold your gaze on him.

"y/n. don't." he hushes, as if someone's watching. but the door is closed, everyone else is drinking and shouting still, too distracted with themselves to notice either of them are gone.

"i don't think you're a monster." you say, and it's enough for him to stop caring. his anger for you, his disdain for your stubbornness, his frustrations, all fizzle out into force, and he presses himself against you, his rough lips meet yours hastily, messily. he throws all of his preconceptions out the window as he grabs your face and kisses you. the tension that stood the few inches between you before, is swallowed up in the moment, and neither of you care. the air is heavy, your mind spinning. he tastes like sour apples and smoke, and suddenly it's all you can focus on. he smells subtly of the ocean, and you feel like you're drowning. you refuse to pull away, instead, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and allow him to consume you. his kisses are hungry, desperate even, and uncoordinated. your teeth clash together and you laugh, but he still doesn't pull away. his hands move down to wrap around your waist, his fingers trailing down your sides and grabbing and tugging whatever he can.

finally, you both pull away for a breath, and you meet his eyes. they're wide, unsure. he opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words, so you answer his unasked question before he finds the words.

"I'm not leaving still. if that wasn't confirmation enough, we can do that again, if you aren't sure" you smile as you say it, and he nods.

"i might need to double check" he smirks, and you allow him to pull you back in, smiling to yourself as his lips plant back onto yours.

if this is how it feels to be sick, tomura never wants to recover.

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my first one-shot! be nice i lowkey suck at proof reading :3 but anyways ye enjoy some soft angsty tomu and reader, and lmk if yall want either MORE of this or others!

also im working on a full-blown fic!

i won't go into detail, but its online to irl, slow burn, kinda not enemies but two angry ppl to lovers, and its obv shiggy x reader. :) ill prob post at least snippets here, and prob on my ao3 once i have a few chapters ready to go. so stay tuned!!

thanks yall <3

[horeformilfs]

Sorry to bug ya but I was wondering if you’d mind a Alcina x ex umbrella experiment s/o

Like there super snuggly because “this touch doesn’t hurt what!!”

If you want to add some Demi fam in there I am not opposed because it’s cute

Only if you wanna

A Family's Embrace

Dimitrescu Family x Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Panic Attack, PTSD, Nightmares

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The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the wind against the ancient walls of Castle Dimitrescu. Y/N sat by the window, staring out at the endless stretch of darkness that cloaked the land. The room was warm, a stark contrast to the cold void outside, but inside, Y/N felt a chill that had nothing to do with the weather.

Alcina had taken Y/N in under Mother Miranda's request. What was once a dark, twisted experiment of the Umbrella Corporation had somehow found refuge in the imposing, yet oddly comforting embrace of the castle and its inhabitants. Lady Alcina Dimitrescu and her daughters had taken to Y/N almost immediately, showering them with a kind of warmth Y/N had never known. Yet, despite this new-found sanctuary, there was a barrier Y/N couldn't seem to break down.

"Y/N," Alcina's voice, smooth and deep, echoed from the doorway. Y/N turned slightly, catching sight of the towering figure of Alcina, her presence filling the room with a mix of elegance and power.

"Yes, Lady Dimitrescu?" Y/N replied, their voice barely above a whisper.

Alcina's crimson lips curved into a gentle smile as she crossed the room, her steps almost silent. "How many times must I tell you, dear? Call me Alcina." She reached out, intending to place a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder, but Y/N flinched away, pulling back instinctively.

A flicker of frustration crossed Alcina's face, but she quickly masked it. "Y/N, why do you shy away from me? Have I done something to make you uncomfortable?" Her voice was still gentle, but there was an edge to it now, a hint of impatience.

Y/N looked down, their hands trembling slightly. "It's not that, Alcina. I just... I don't want to." Their voice broke at the end, and they clenched their fists, trying to steady themselves.

Alcina's patience was wearing thin. "Not want to? You barely speak to me, you avoid my touch, and yet you never explain why. Do you not trust me? After everything I've done for you?" Her voice rose with each word, the calm exterior cracking to reveal the storm beneath.

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest, the pressure of Alcina's words weighing heavily on them. "It's not about trust," they whispered, tears beginning to blur their vision. "I just can't..."

Alcina's temper snapped. "Can't what, Y/N? Can't let anyone in? Can't accept that someone might actually care for you?" She loomed over Y/N, her shadow engulfing them. "I have given you everything, and yet you give me nothing in return!"

The words hit Y/N like a physical blow. They stood, shaking, their mind a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion. "I'm sorry," they choked out, before turning and fleeing the room, leaving Alcina standing there, her anger giving way to a painful realization. 

Hours passed, and Alcina found herself pacing the halls of the castle, her mind replaying the confrontation over and over. She had always prided herself on her composure, but something about Y/N brought out a raw, unfiltered emotion she couldn't control.

Determined to make things right, she made her way to Y/N's room. She knocked softly, then opened the door, finding Y/N curled up on the bed, their face buried in their knees.

"Y/N," she said softly, the anger gone from her voice. "Please, talk to me."

Y/N looked into Alcina's eyes, seeing the sincerity and the pain reflected there. It was a moment of understanding, a fragile bridge being built between their two wounded souls. But the past held a tighter grip than Y/N had realized.

"I can't," Y/N whispered, the words heavy with regret. "I'm sorry, Alcina. I just can't let you in."

Alcina's hand froze, the warmth of her touch lingering in the air between them. A mixture of hurt and frustration flashed across her face. "Y/N, you don't have to do this alone. I want to help you, but you need to let me."

Y/N shook their head, tears streaming down their cheeks. "I'm broken, Alcina. And no matter how much you care, I can't change that. I don't know how to let anyone in without breaking even more."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and shattered hopes. Alcina slowly pulled back, standing tall once more, her expression unreadable. "I understand," she said quietly, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her emotions. "I won't force you. But know this, Y/N: I am here for you, whenever you're ready."

Y/N nodded, unable to find the words to respond. They watched as Alcina left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hallway, leaving Y/N alone with their thoughts and fears.

The night seemed even darker now, the cold seeping back in as Y/N curled up on the bed once more. They knew Alcina's love was genuine, but the chains of the past were still too strong. And so, they lay there, wrapped in a cocoon of their own making, waiting for a dawn that felt so far away. 

Weeks passed in a tense stalemate. Every attempt Alcina made to offer comfort was met with the same response—Y/N flinching away, retreating further into their shell. Alcina tried to be patient, but the constant rejection gnawed at her. She wanted to break through, to help, but Y/N's walls remained impenetrable.

One night, a storm raged outside the castle, the wind howling and rain lashing against the stone walls. Y/N lay in bed, tossing and turning as memories of the experiments flooded their mind. In their nightmares, they were back in the sterile, cold labs of Umbrella, the pain and fear suffocating them.

A loud crack of thunder shook the castle, jolting Y/N awake. Heart pounding, drenched in sweat, they couldn't catch their breath. Panic seized them, and they bolted out of bed, the need to escape overwhelming their thoughts. Barefoot and in their nightclothes, they ran through the corridors, the storm's fury mirrored in their frantic pace.

They found themselves in the courtyard, the rain drenching them instantly, but they didn't stop. Lightning illuminated the path as they made their way to Alcina's wing of the castle. The wind howled, the storm's ferocity making the journey treacherous, but Y/N didn't care. They needed Alcina.

Reaching her door, they pounded frantically, their fists a blur against the heavy wood. "Alcina! Please!" they cried, their voice barely audible over the storm's roar.

The door swung open, and Alcina stood there, her eyes wide with shock. "Y/N?" She pulled them inside, closing the door against the storm's rage. Y/N stood before her, drenched and trembling, their eyes wild with fear.

"What's wrong?" Alcina asked, her voice gentle but firm, trying to anchor Y/N in the present.

"I... I can't breathe," Y/N gasped, clutching at their chest. "The nightmares... I can't..." Their words trailed off into sobs, their body shaking uncontrollably.

Alcina's heart ached at the sight. She wanted nothing more than to hold Y/N, to offer the physical comfort she knew they needed. But she held back, respecting their boundaries. Instead, she knelt down to their level, her eyes meeting theirs.

"Y/N, look at me," she said softly. "You're safe here. Focus on my voice."

Y/N's eyes darted around the room, their breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Alcina spoke again, her voice steady and calm. "In and out, Y/N. Breathe with me. In... and out..."

Slowly, Y/N tried to match Alcina's rhythm. The world narrowed to the sound of her voice, a lifeline in the storm of their mind. "That's it. You're doing great," Alcina encouraged, her eyes never leaving theirs.

Minutes passed, each one feeling like an eternity, but gradually, Y/N's breathing steadied. Their sobs subsided, leaving them exhausted and still shivering from the rain and the aftermath of their panic attack.

Alcina rose gracefully, her movements slow and deliberate. "Let's get you out of these wet clothes," she suggested. "I have something dry you can wear."

Y/N nodded weakly, too drained to argue. Alcina retrieved a robe from her wardrobe and handed it to them. She turned her back, giving Y/N privacy to change. Once they were in dry clothes, Alcina led them to a chair by the fireplace, where the warmth began to seep back into their bones.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Alcina asked, sitting across from them, maintaining a respectful distance.

Y/N shook their head, their eyes downcast. "It was the same as always. The labs, the experiments... I couldn't escape."

Alcina's expression softened. "I'm sorry you have to go through this, Draga. I wish I could take away your pain."

"I know," Y/N whispered, their voice barely audible. "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away. It's not that I don't trust you. I just... I don't know how to accept help."

Alcina nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "Healing takes time. And it's okay to take things at your own pace. Just know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and they looked at Alcina, seeing the unwavering support and care in her gaze. "Thank you," they said, their voice breaking. "I don't deserve your kindness."

Alcina shook her head gently. "Everyone deserves kindness, Draga Mae . Especially you."

For a moment, the room was silent, the storm outside a distant roar. Y/N took a deep breath, feeling a small measure of peace for the first time in what felt like forever. They still had a long way to go, but with Alcina by their side, maybe, just maybe, they could start to believe in the possibility of healing.

As the fire crackled and the storm raged on, Y/N felt a fragile hope begin to take root, nurtured by the warmth of Alcina's unwavering support. It wasn't a solution, but it was a step. And in that moment, it was enough. 

As the night slowly passed, Alcina stayed awake with Y/N, the storm outside gradually subsiding. The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Alcina kept a watchful eye on Y/N, who sat wrapped in a blanket, still trembling slightly from the ordeal.

After around two hours, Y/N, drained and needing sleep, gently curled into Alcina's side. Alcina hesitated for a moment, then softly rested her hand on Y/N's back. Y/N flinched but didn't pull away, a small but significant step.

"Draga," Alcina murmured, her voice gentle, "would it be alright if I held you?"

Y/N hesitated, their mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The fear and trauma were still there, but so was Alcina's unwavering patience and care. Finally, they nodded, their voice barely a whisper. "Yes."

With utmost care, Alcina took Y/N and pulled them into her lap, wrapping her arms around them securely. Her touch was firm but gentle, a protective embrace that sought to shield rather than confine. It took a while for Y/N to relax, their body stiff and tense. Alcina remained still, her warmth a steady presence against Y/N's fears.

Gradually, Y/N's breathing slowed, and the tension began to melt away. They snuggled closer into Alcina's embrace, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. "It's actually not bad," Y/N mumbled, their voice muffled against Alcina's chest.

Alcina smiled softly, her heart swelling with a mix of relief and tenderness. "I'm glad," she whispered, her hand gently stroking Y/N's hair. "Rest now, sweetheart. You're safe."

As Y/N and Alcina settled into their embrace, the tranquility of the moment was interrupted by a soft knock at the door. Alcina glanced towards it, a hint of curiosity in her eyes, before rising to answer.

"Come in," she called out, her voice carrying a warmth that invited entry.

The door creaked open, revealing Daniela, Cassandra, and Bela standing in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and determination.

"We wanted to stay with you tonight, Mother," Daniela spoke up, her voice surprisingly gentle compared to her usual playful tone.

Y/N's heart sank at the sight of the three daughters, realizing they were intruding on what was meant to be a private moment. They began to untangle themselves from Alcina's embrace, intending to make a quick exit, but Bela's voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Where do you think you're going, little one?" Bela asked, her tone softer than usual, a hint of warmth in her gaze.

Y/N hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "I... I was just going to leave, so you could have time together," they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.

Cassandra stepped forward, her expression earnest. "No, we want you to stay," she said firmly, her eyes meeting Y/N's with unwavering sincerity.

Y/N's heart swelled at the unexpected invitation, but they couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place. "It's really okay, I don't want to intrude," they protested, their gaze flickering between the three sisters.

Bela approached them, her movements graceful yet purposeful. "Nonsense, little one," she said gently, reaching out to take Y/N's hand. "You're not intruding. You're part of our family now."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes at the simple, yet profound words. They nodded, their voice catching in their throat. "Thank you," they whispered, overwhelmed by the acceptance they found in the Dimitrescu sisters.

With a soft smile, Bela led Y/N back towards the bed, where Daniela had already curled up in Alcina's lap. Cassandra and Bela made room for Y/N to join them, and soon they were surrounded by the comforting presence of the Dimitrescu family.

As they settled in, Y/N felt a sense of belonging wash over them, a feeling they hadn't experienced in a long time. Bela's arm draped around them, offering a sense of security they had longed for. When tears threatened to spill once more, Bela gently brushed them away, her touch tender and reassuring.

"It's okay, little one," Bela whispered, her voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. "You're safe here with us."

And in that moment, as the storm raged outside and the fire crackled softly, Y/N knew they had found a home, not just within the walls of Castle Dimitrescu, but within the hearts of its inhabitants. And as they nestled closer into the embrace of their newfound family, they allowed themselves to believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find healing and happiness in the warmth of their love.

[worldsaparted]

makeout session with daniel larusso ?? where it's very sweet and soft and passionate yet heated and heavy at the same time ?? if you're okay with it of course —♡

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storage room - daniel larusso

as senior year nearly came to an end, every class became pointless. y/n sat in her own class, sighing in complete and utter boredom as she leaned her head against her arm, tapping her pencil with the other.

mr. wilson loved to go on rants about his own personal life, and he was doing so now - it was around 43 minutes into that where y/n’s view shifted from him to daniel who discreetly yet purposely walked past her classroom window. her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. ‘what?’ she mouthed, watching him point to the indoor hallways.

he fixed his hair, attempting to act natural as he walked by, and he then pulled out a piece of paper that he clearly had just put together. y/n’s eyes scanned the paper, her eyes squinted as she studied it. “meet me.” she read it aloud, in a small whisper under her breath and gave a tilt of her head before reluctantly nodding to daniel who held his hands together as if begging.

“mr wilson?”

so within five minutes, y/n was out of her classroom due to her terrible “period cramps” that she couldn’t seem to get rid of. she held her class books, glancing around in search for daniel and as she watched down the hallway - she was caught off guard by the storage room door cracking open, and she gave an awkward glance over just in case it was a staff member.

thankfully, it wasn’t. daniel fully opened it and held his hand out, pulling her in and shutting the door behind her. his eyes lit up at the sight of her, and y/n gave a quick smile before speaking up. “what happen-”

her question was cut off by daniel’s parted lips against hers, he helped her remove her backpack and placed it by his before continuing to kiss her, gently yet continuously. his lips unable to leave hers.

daniel’s hands met her waist, rubbing her sides as he kissed her, sighing against her lips in pure content. “i missed you.” he admitted, smiling into the kiss and he let out a soft groan once her hand met the back of his head to play with his hair.

y/n wanted to respond, but really - she couldn’t seem to do anything but kiss him back. her insides turned at the way his hands travelled her body, and the way his teeth bit her lower lip in order to give himself an entrance to her mouth.

daniel slipped his tongue in without any hesitation at all, and he was pleasantly surprised to feel hers clash with his own.

something about them nearly finishing their senior year together intensified everything. they were about to go out into the real world together, and nothing excited the two more than the thought of living with one another, being with one another.

he muttered casual i love you’s against her lips throughout the kiss that she reciprocated, and at one point - he did pull back. his hair was now disheveled, and her lipstick was slightly smeared against his lips - though still, they admired one another. daniel fixed her hair, pushing a strand back behind her ear. a smile crept onto his lips, and her face burned at the sight of him gazing at her like so.

this time, y/n leaned in. she pressed a desperate open mouthed kiss against his lips and daniel sighed into it, his hands grabbing her waist firmly before they travelled down to her ass, softly rubbing her and smiling as he did so.

y/n kept her hands firmly around his neck, keeping herself as close as she could. it was heavy, rough kisses that came from both of them, unable to really control the way they felt now. daniel took his left hand off of her to then slip under her blouse, and caress her back until his hand stopped at her bra clip. after a few seconds, his hands continued to roam under her shirt, and y/n’s lips left his to kiss a trail against his jawline, softly.

daniel groaned in pleasure, and he muttered the smallest, “don’t stop.” under his breath, and to that - y/n only continued, making her way down to his neck. he leaned down for her to get a better position. she was pinned against the shelves, and his head hung just over her shoulder, leaning against hers.

she kissed him tenderly, leaving small marks for him and only him to find. daniel wanted nothing more than to be at his house with her, or in his car - but they were stuck here and at that fact, he cursed himself.

he began to kiss her head, making his way down to the back of her neck, and he nibbled there, his hands rubbing her waist firmly, holding her against him.

soon, their kisses were cut off by the sounds of the school bell ringing, and they had both pulled away, groaning and staring at the door before slowly meeting eyes again.

“can i take you back to mine?” daniel asked, breathless. he earned a quick nod from his girlfriend, and immediately, he grabbed their bags, his hand clinging onto hers as he pulled her out of the room, ignoring the glances from their peers.

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A wave of relief washed over you as the final class of the day comes to an end. You couldn't wait to head back home, curl up in your cozy bed and watch "The Princess Diaries" again. Just as you about to call a cab, a loud honk from your side snapped you out of your thoughts. Curious, you turned to see who had been honking at you, and to your surprise, it was none other than your friend, Jake.

"Y/N! get in." he exclaimed, gesturing for you to get in the car. With a lighthearted chuckle, you obliged his request and hopped into the car. "Thanks my money-saver hero." you joked, grateful for his offer to give you a ride home. He chuckled at your comment. "Don't wanna let you waste your money when you have me."

A warm smile spread across your face as you realized how much of a life saver he was. Without him, your life must be difficult. Relieved, you brushed away those thoughts and turned your attention to the scenery outside, watching the world pass by through the car window.

"Jake." you called out, catching his attention. He kept his focus on the road but turned his head slightly in your direction.

"Yes, princess?" he replied.

"Don't take me home yet." you asserted. Before he could asked you 'why so sudden?', you quickly replied. "I want to go to the beach."

It took him seconds to process what you had just said, his eyes widening in surprise "You want to go... to the beach?" he repeated, even though the answer was obvious. "Yes." you confirmed.

"Why so sudden?" finally, the sentence came out of his mouth.

"Nothing. Just craving for the sea breeze." you replied.

"At this hour?" he looked at you, still not fully convinced. You nodded, like what you had just said was no sort of jokes. "Okay then, can't argue with you. But don't come crying to me when you feel cold and ask me to take off my jacket for you," he teased, his charming smile engraved on his face. Despite the initial desire to wipe that smile off his face, you couldn't help but be captive by it.

You always adore Jake's smile. You swear no one has the most beautiful smile than his. That's why you developed a crush on him the very first day of college. He seems to have that charming smile on his face, no matter if he's greeting someone, helping out, or even when others speak ill of him. You use to tell yourself that it was just a mere slight crush, but your feelings kept growing stronger. However, nowadays, you consider him just a friend. You love him, but only as a dear friend.

"Sorry for the bad news princess, but we have to make a quick stop at a gas station. My car's run out of oil." Jake said, waking you from your thoughts.

"Your car is sucks. You should buy a new one." you replied.

"Hey! Don't you dare talk bad about Layla. Besides, I don't want to buy a new car. No car is better than my Layla." He protested, clearly defensive about his beloved car.

"You named your car?" You asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah. My lovely Layla." he exclaimed, placing a tender kiss on the steering wheel.

You glad your feelings for him have long faded. You couldn't imagine being stuck with such a weirdo. "Gross." you said as you mockingly pretended to vomit.

Minutes passed by without none of you spoke, until you two finally arrived at the gas station. After refueling the car, Jake started the engine, ready to hit the road once more when suddenly, he halted. Confused, you were about to question him 'what happened' but before you could utter a word, he cut you off. "I suddenly craving for some snacks." he said with a sheepish smile, something you rarely seen on him. You hated to admit it but did you just find him cute?

"Okay..." you replied, still somewhat baffled. With a blink of an eye, Jake darted into the store, his speed leaving you surprised. "I'll be quick, promise!" he called out before disappearing inside.

. . . 🌺

"You promised to be quick." you stated with your arm crossed, as he get into the car. "Sorry princess, the store has many kind of snacks!! They all looked so delicious so i..."

You sighed in frustration and said, "It's okay. Just... you broke your promised." As you spoke, a pout began to form on your lips. You couldn't stand it when people didn’t keep their promises, no matter how small they were.

"Don't...! Pout!" Jake stated. He just broke a promised and now he's yelling at you? Sensing the swift in your mood, he quickly apologized. "S-sorry. I don't mean to yell at you it just some sort of reflexed."

"You're weird." you chuckled, unable to stay mad at his foolishness. He soon joined in your laughter, relieved to see you smile again.

"I got you something," he said, handing you an ice cream.

"OMG! Thanks! I thought you only got some for yourself." you exclaimed, genuinely surprised that he had bought ice cream for you too. "But how did you know my favorite flavor? I don't remember telling you what it was." you asked curiously.

He answered with a slight shrug, "Umm..nothing just thought the flavor taste good."

You resisted the urge to question him further, not wanting to ruin the mood. However it looked kinda suspicious. How on Earth did he know about your favorite flavor?

. . .🌺

"Wake up princess, we've arrived at your choosen destination." Jake voice rings on your ear, reminding you why the hell you want to go to the beach at this hour when you could be enjoying the comfort of your soft, warm bed right now! Regrets are pointless now that you had already reached the beach.

The coolness of the night wakes you up from sleepiness. You slowly opened your eyes and when you fully opened it, you were shocked to see the scenery in front of you. Without hesitation, you quickly removed your shoes and stockings, eager to experience the feeling of the sand against your bare feet.

"Jake!!!" you cried out, excitement lacing your voice. "Come here! It's real sand!! Actual sand!!".

This side of you was making Jake's heart flutter. He wish he could capture this moment and frame it in his head, but he knew that doing so, would simply remind him of the day he realized you had feelings for him. At that time, he was prepared to return those feelings, but things were just not meant to be. He blame himself for not realizing it sooner. He was a stupid to let you go when he had the chances.

"Jake!!"you called him again, noticing that he was passing out.

"Coming!!" he replied, waving at you as a sign that he heard you.

Soon, Jake finally joined you. The two of you thoroughly enjoyed yourselves playing on the beach, but all good things come to an end and soon enough, it was time to bring this playful hour to an end.

As you took a break by the shoreline, gazing out at the vast sea, you started speaking up. "You know," you began, "I've always dreamed of visiting the beach when I was younger. There's something calming about watching the waves softly crash against the shore."

"Umm, so that's why you begging me to take you to the beach when I can just rest at home right now?" he queried, a hint of playfulness in his tone. You didn't reply, allowing the tranquility and stillness of the moment to envelope you, enjoying the simplicity of the silent atmosphere.

After spending hours of running and playing at the beach, the sudden drowsiness start to get into you. Without a second thought, you leaned your head against Jake's shoulder, seeking out a momentary place to rest. The unexpected contact made him flinch in surprise. It feels weird but he didn't push you away. In fact, he secretly relished the sudden intimacy between you two.

"Princess," he called, gently waking you up, "It's time to head home."

You murmured in agreement, still slightly groggy from sleep. However, before you could stand up, he spoke up again.

"But wait," he said, a solemn expression on his face. Your curiosity piqued as you looked at him, wondering what was on his mind.

He took a deep breath and confessed, "I need to confess something. I don't care if you rejected it but I want you to know, that I like you Y/N. I've liked you ever since the first day at college. My heart has been drawn to you from the start, and when I found out that you had feelings for me, I was prepared to return your feelings as well."

"That day was one of the worst days of my life, filled with regret and self-blame. I should have confessed sooner, I should have realized it sooner... I was stupid Y/N. I was stupid." His voice trembled, filled with both regret and remorse.

" Sorry if this is too sudden. Just... pretend like you don't hear anything. I don't want to ruin our friendship because of thi-"

Before he finish his sentences, you suddenly leaned in and kissed him. Jake was startled at first, but he quickly responded to the kiss, his arms instinctively encircling your waist and pulling you closer. This was unexpected, and against everything you had promised yourself as you found yourself giving into the moment, letting your guard down and surrendering to the desires.

You pull away, taking a moment to catch your breath as you confess, "I like you too Jake. I like you since the first day of college. Even though you're such a weirdo, I will always been drawn to you. I like you."

Jake was overcome with happiness, both because he had finally confessed his feelings and also receiving your own confession in return. He couldn't help but smile as he opened his arms, inviting you for an embrace. "Come here."

You happily accepted his invitations as you hugged him back, "So, now.. what are we?" you asked with a curious expression.

"Everything you wanted us to be Princess. It's up to you."

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a/n . . . this is supposed to be a scenario but it become muuuchh longer than i expected it to be😔 but hey, it come out pretty well (i guess?) thanks to my honey lily for giving me ideas for this fic. love for you🤍. As always, taglist are open for my upcoming fic! :)