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author's note ᝰ.ᐟ 〢 @st6rify giving me so many ideas i swear

₊˚ʚ summary ˚.⋆ֹ ⋮ ❝ changbin coming back home after a gym session with bangchan, feeling so tense and stressed from lifting. As his loving girlfriend, you let him take it out on you. ❞

₊˚ʚ pairings ˚.⋆ֹ ⋮ idol! changbin x girlfriend! reader

₊˚ʚ contains ˚.⋆ֹ ⋮ ꒰ ⌗smut ノ ⌗smut with plot ノ ⌗oral (f! receiving) ノ ⌗fingering ノ ⌗changbin being greedy ノ ⌗dom!changbin ノ ⌗being in a headlock w changbins bicep ノ ⌗fucking you against the window ノ ⌗he fucks the shit out of you tbh, like hard. ꒱

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THE FRONT DOOR, and heavy footsteps thud into the apartment, familiar, but tense. Changbin walks in first, tank top damp with sweat. Chan had followed behind him quietly.

I was curled on the couch in pajamas, my phone resting in my hand. I look up as soon as I hear him enter.

I hear the low rumble of Changbin's voice before I even see him—tight, clipped, and edged with frustration.

"Ugh...my back is killing me," he grumbles to Chan as they kick off their shoes by the door.

Chan responds softly, "Dude, you overdid it again."

The sound of their footsteps grows closer—the creak of the floorboards under Changbin's heavy steps making my heart flutter slightly. He was home... and clearly stressed out after his gym session with Chan.

I hear Changbin groan as he tosses his gym bag onto the floor with a thud.

"I only got 180 today," he mutters, voice thick with annoyance. "Yesterday I did 205... why am I weaker?"

Chan immediately softens, turning to him fully now that they're in the living room.

"Binnie," Chan says gently—using that sweet nickname everyone calls him, "you trained hard yesterday too. Your body's probably just fatigued." He pats Changbin's sweaty shoulder reassuringly.

I immediately stand up, my heart melting at the sight of him—tired, grumpy, and all worked up.

"Binnie... what's the matter, baby?" I ask softly, already walking over. As I walked over, I said a quick hi to Chan with a warm smile before turning to Changbin.

Without hesitation, I cup Changbin's warm cheek with my hand. He flinches slightly and pulls back instinctively.

"Don't... I'm sweaty, baby," he grumbles again, but of course, I don't care.

Chan doesn't need a full second to read the room. He glances at me, then at Changbin's tense shoulders and frown. A soft understanding crosses his face.

Without a word. Chan grabs his bag from the floor and drapes it over his shoulder. "I'm gonna head out," he says quietly—not loud enough to disrupt anything but firm enough for us both to hear. "I need a shower badly."

Changbin barely nods in response, still brooding. Chan doesn't say another word, just slips on his shoes and quietly leaves through the front door with a small click of the lock behind him.

Now that it was just the two of us, I closed the small distance between us.

I steooed right up to Changbin and cupped his face again—this time not letting him pull away. My thumbs gently wiped a bit of sweat from his temples.

"What's wrong?" I asked softly, my voice warm and caring. "What's making you all worked up like this?"

I tilt my head slightly, eyes searching those usually playful dark brown eyes now dull with frustration. There was no judgment—just warmth and open space for him to pour out whatever was weighing on him after gym hell today.

"Talk to me, Binnie," I whisper, soft but firm. "Was it just the weights? Or is something else eating you up?"

Changbin exhales sharply through his nose, but slowly under my touch, he starts to melt.

His shoulders slump a little. The anger in his jawline eases slightly as I kiss one corner of his mouth—a tiny peck meant purely for comfort.

For a second, he just stared at me—his tired eyes flickering with something between guilt and annoyance.

Then finally, "I feel weak," he admitted in a low voice. "I trained so hard yesterday... today I couldn't even match my weight."

He looked down at the floor, shoulders slumping—not from exhaustion this time but shame.

I could feel the weight of his disappointment radiating off him.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug—ignoring the sweat still clinging to his skin. His body stiffened for just half a second before slowly relaxing into me.

"You're not weak," I murmured against his chest, squeezing him gently. "You trained so hard yesterday... your muscles are probably just tired. That's normal."

I kissed his collarbone through the damp fabric of his tank top. Changbin didn't say anything at first... but one hand hesitantly rose and rested on the back of my head, fingers threading lightly through my hair as he held me closer.

Changbin lowered his head slowly, letting it rest against the side of my neck—his breath warm and uneven against my skin.

He didn't speak. Didn't move. Just held me.

For a few quiet seconds, he just stood there with his head tucked into my neck. His arm tightened around me slightly while the hand that was on the back of my head was still cradling me like I was something precious.

The golden light from the setting sun spilled through the window, casting warm streaks across the living room floor. The air grew softer, calmer, as if time slowed down just for the both of us.

We stayed in each other's embrace for several minutes—no words, no movement besides the gentle breathing and occasional small shifts.

I slowly pulled back enough just to look at his face. I whispered softly, "Is there anything I can do?"

Changbin didn't answer. He just pulled me back in and nuzzled his face right back into the curve of my neck.

But the second his lips touched my neck, everything clicked.

It wasn't a rough kiss. It wasn't desperate or hungry.

It was slow... tender... needy. A kiss that said I need you without words.

My breath hitched slightly as he pressed another right below my ear, then one more a little lower on the side of my neck.

He didn't say anything... he didn't have to... because I understood perfectly.

I didn't resist. Didn't pull away. Instead, I tilted my head to the side, offering more of my neck to him, my body going weak in his arms.

And then, softly, I whispered, "Use me."

A pause. Then again—clearer this time:

"I want you to use me... take it out on me. However you need."

My hand slid up his back over the damp fabric of his tank top, reaching to the back of his head.

My fingers gently tangled in the short hair at the nape of his neck. "I can handle it," I whispered softly, my voice low and warm. "Whatever you're feeling... I want it. Take everything out on me."

This wasn't about lust or passion alone. It was about Changbin being overwhelmed... and me offering myself as a safe place for him to release that weight—emotionally, physically... however he needed to vent it out.

Changbin stilled.

He slowly lifted his head, turning to face me fully. He cupped my cheeks gently with both hands, his thumbs brushing softly over my skin.

"Are you sure?" he asked quietly. The roughness in his voice was gone, now replaced by tenderness. "I... I don't want to hurt you."

His jaw tightened slightly as he continued. "The last thing I want is for you to be in pain... especially if it's caused by me."

Changbin's eyes searched mine.

He wanted to let go. Wanted to release the frustration building up in his body and mind... but the thought of me getting hurt? That terrified him. He cared too much. Always.

His hands trembled slightly against my cheeks as he studied my face—looking for hesitation, fear... anything that might tell him I wasn't truly okay with this.

"I trust you," was all I said to let him know that I wanted this too. That it was okay for him to let go and let it out on me.

And then without warning, he kissed me.

Hard.

Not gentle. Not soft. Hungry.

His lips crashed onto mine, fierce and desperate like he'd been starving for this moment all day. One hand slid into my hair while the other stayed on my cheek, holding me in place as his mouth claimed mine with raw intensity.

It was deep, desperate... starving. A kiss full of everything he'd been holding back—the frustration from the gym, the fatigue in his body and soul... and this overwhelming need to feel connected to me.

His mouth moved against mine with raw intensity as he kissed me hard—lips warm and demanding—as if trying to pour every emotion into that single moment.

The kiss deepened, and Changbin began to move.

He walked us backwards step by step, his body guiding mine as he kissed me relentlessly. My lower back gently hit the back of the couch.

Without breaking contact, he shifted down slightly and started kissing my neck again, harder this time. Not just soft pecks anymore... sucking kissed mixed with gentle bites that made me shiver.

I gasped when his lips found a sensitive spot on my neck. I instinctively gripped onto each side of his biceps for balance.

My fingers curled tightly around his strong arms, feeling the firm muscle beneath my fingertips.

Every kiss on my neck sent little sparks through me. I couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as he sucked that spot just below my ear.

"Changbin..." I breathed out shakily, saying his name like a prayer.

It came out quiet but full of emotion—needy and sweet. My hips shifted slightly against him without even thinking. Even though we weren't doing anything else yet... just this closeness was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Changbin growled low in his throat at the sound of his name on my lips. That little whimper seemed to flip a switch in him.

He kissed down from my neck, over my collarbone, then back up again with more pressure this time, leaving faint red marks behind. Not rough enough to hurt, but just enough to know I was claimed by him and only him.

His hands gripped both sides of the couch as he leaned into me deeper, caging me between his body.

And then he kissed me again.

Harder. Deeper. Needier.

His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue sliding against mine in a hungry, messy rhythm. One hand slipped from the couch to tangle back into my hair while his other arm wrapped around my waist—pulling me flush against him as he deepened the kiss even more.

My hands slid down from his biceps to the center of his chest. I pressed my palms flat against him, reaching for more.

"Need to feel you," I murmured between kisses, voice soft and breathly with want. I gently tugged at the hem of his tank top.

In one swift motion, Changbin grabbed the back of his damp tank top and pulled it over his head.

The fabric slid off completely, revealing that sculpted chest—broad shoulders, defined pecs still glistening slightly with sweat.

Fuck... that was hot.

Before I could even admire him properly, he pulled me forward into another kiss.

Our lips crashed together hungrily, tongues interwining as if trying to taste every inch of each other.

My fingers traced the contours of his bare chest, feeling the firmness of his pecs and the defined abs beneath my touch. He groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming down to grip my hips possessively.

The heat radiating from Changbin's skin was intoxicating. A feverish warmth that seemed to pulse in sync with the frantic drumming of my own heart. As his lips crashed against, the kiss shifted from tender to predatory.

There was a desperate, starving quality to the way he moved, a hunger that went far beyond this simple need for physical contact. It was as if he were trying to consume me, to pull my very essence into his lungs with every breath we shared.

His hands, large and calloused, didn't just rest on my hips; they dug in, his fingers bruising the soft flesh of my waist as he anchored me to him. A low, guttural growl vibrated deep in his chest, a sound of pure, unadulterated want that sent a shiver racing down my spine.

He wasn't just kissing me anymore; he was claiming me.

"You have no idea," he rasped against my lips, his voice dropping an octave, sounding thick and heavy with desire. "How long I've been starving for this. For you."

The intensity in his dark eyes was overwhelming. There was a wilderness there, a glint of something primal that made my knees feel weak.

He wasn't holding back, and the realization that he was letting his inhibitions slip, that he was letting me see the raw, unbridled hunger he usually kept tucked behind his composed exterior, made my breath hitch.

"So have me, take what you need."

Without breaking eye contact, his hands slid from my hips, his palms grazing the curve of my thighs before he moved with a sudden, commanding decisiveness. He gripped my waist and, in one fluid motion, spun me around.

He pressed me forward, forcing my torso down, and bent me over the couch. My fingers were digging into the fabric as I braced myself. The sudden change in position left me feeling exposed, my back arched and my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

Then, the weight of him settled behind me.

I felt the heat of his body hovering just inches from my backside, a silent promise of the onslaught to come. The air in the room felt thick, and before I could even catch my breath, he was sinking down, his knees hitting the floor with a soft thud between my legs.

The sensation of him kneeling there, positioned so intimately behind me, made my toes curl. I gripped the edge of the couch so hard that my knuckles turned white, my head hanging low as a wave of anticipation washed over me.

"Changbin..." I whimpered, the sound lost in the quiet of the room.

He didn't answer with words. Instead, his hands reached out, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my silk pajama shorts and underwear. The touch was electric, a sharp contrast to the cool air hitting my skin. He didn't hesitate, his movements purposeful and hungry as he began to tug both pieces of fabric down.

The silk slid over the curve of my hips, a cool, fleeting sensation before the warmth of his hands replaced it. He pulled them down past my thighs, stripping away a barrier between us.

The cool air of the living room hit my bare skin, making me shiver, but the shiver was quickly eclipsed by the sheer heat radiating from him.

I felt his breath, hot and ragged, against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. He was so close, so incredibly close, and the sheer gravity of his presence, a man driven by a hunger that demanded to be satiated, and in that moment, as he hovered there, poised to take everything he craved, I knew there was no turning back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against the swell of my hip, a ghost of touch that made me cry out softly. His hands moved up, his thumbs tracing the line where my thigh met my pelvis, teasing the sensitive skin there. He was playing with his food, prolonging the tension, making the hunger ache in my very bones.

"Everything," he whispered, his voice dark caress against my skin. "I'm taking everything, Y/N. Don't you dare try to run now."

The sensation of his hands roaming over my bare skin was almost too much to bear. Changbin was longer, just touching me; he was worshipping me with ferocity that felt both sacred and sinful.

His large palms slid up the back of my thighs, his thumbs kneading the soft flesh there, working the tension out of my muscles even as he drove my heart rate into the stratosphere.

He began to trail a path of fire along the curve of my hip. His lips, hot and damp, pressed against the swell of my backside, leaving a trail of stinging, sweet kisses that made my body arch instinctively.

He wasn't rushing. He was savoring the taste of me, his tongue darting out to lick the sensitive skin on my hip, a slow, deliberate stroke that made a sharp gasp escape my lips.

"Changbin... please." I choked out, my fingers curled into the couch so tightly.

He was teasing me, playing a cruel, beautiful game of cat and mouse. He would press a hard, lingering kiss to the center of one cheek, only to pull away just as the sensation peaked, leaving me shivering and desperate for the contact to return.

He was a man starving, yes, but he was a man who knew exactly how to make his prey ache for the feast.

The hunger in him was palpable. It was a heavy, driving force that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards. Every time he groaned a low, vibrating sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul, I felt it in my own core.

Unable to stand the tension, the sheer, agonizing anticipation of what was coming next, I twisted my torso, looking back over my shoulder.

The sight nearly stole my breath away from my lungs.

There he was, positioned on his knees between my splayed thighs, his eyes dark and dilated until they were almost entirely black. He looked feral. His hair was mussed, his chest was heaving, and his gaze was fixed on me with a level of desperation that was breathtaking.

He looked like a man who had been wandering a desert and had finally found an oasis, and he intended to drink until he was drowned.

As my eyes traveled down, seeing that he was hovering just inches away from my most sensitive, aching center. A sudden violent wetness flooded between my legs.

The sheer visual of him, my boyfriend, the man who usually held himself with such strength, now reduced to a state of pure desperate need because of me, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

He was so hungry. He looked like he was about to lose his mind, to completely destroy me with the force of his want. The sight of his lips, parted and glistening, poised to descend upon me, made my thighs tremble uncontrollably.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he rasped, his voice sounding like gravel and velvet. He didn't wait for an answer; he could see the truth in the way my hips hitched, the way my skin flushed a deep, beautiful pink.

He reached up, fingers spreading my thighs wide, exposing me completely to the cool air and his burning gaze. The vulnerability of the position was staggering, but the heat of his stare made me feel powerful in some way, even as he prepared to consume me.

"Look at you," he whispered, a dark, triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth before his expression turned back into that intense, starving hunger. "So ready for me, so fucking beautiful."

Then, he leaned in.

The first contact of his tongue was revelation. It wasn't a gentle gaze; it was a firm, demanding stroke that caught me right on the swollen nub of my clit.

A high moan broke from my throat, my head snapping back at the sensation that exploded through my nervous system.

He was relentless. He used his tongue with a rhythmic, punishing precision, swirling and flicking, driving into me with hunger that felt bottomless. He was eating me out as he had never tasted anything so divine, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady.

Every lap of his tongue was a strike against my resolve. He was driving me toward a cliff, and all I could do was cling to the couch and pray he would push me over the edge.

The sheer desperation in his movements, the way he groaned into my skin, the way he seemed to be trying to pull the very essence of me into his mouth made me realize he wasn't just satisfying a need.

He was trying to merge with me, to lose himself in the heat and the wetness of my body, until there was nothing left of us but the sound of our breathing and the frantic, rhythmic pulse of our shared desire.

Every time his tongue swiped against me, he let out this deep, frustrated groan that made my heart race.

"Changbin...fuck," I gasped, my fingers digging into the couch.

He didn't stop. If anything, he got faster. He gripped my thighs harder, his knuckles turning white. He needed this. He needed to lose control, and he was using me to do it.

"Don't talk," he muttered against my skin, his voice sounding thick and messy.

He pulled back for a second, just enough to look up at me. His face was flushed, his eyes were hooded, and he looked absolutely wrecked. A string of saliva connected us for a second before he leaned back in.

"You taste so good," he whispered, his breath hot against my wet skin. "It's the only thing making my head stop spinning."

He pulled back again and started using his fingers. He slid two fingers deep inside me, stretching me out.

"Ah! Shit, Changbin!" I cried out, my hips bucking against his fingers.

"Stay still," he commanded, though his voice was shaky. "Just take it. Let me have it all."

He was being so greedy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was being primal. He was lashing out his hunger, using the sensation of me to drown out the noise in his head.

Every thrust of his fingers and every lick of his tongue felt like he was trying to pull the stress out of his bones and into my body.

"Please... I'm close," I whimpered, my voice breaking. "I'm gonna—"

"Then do it," he growled, his hand sliding up to grab my waist, pulling me even harder against him.

He picked up the pace, his fingers pumping inside me in a way that made my vision go blurry.

Just as the tension was about to snap, Changbin pulled his fingers out of me with a wet, heavy sound. I let out a long, shaky breath, my body trembling so hard it felt like my bones were made of jelly.

"Turn around," he muttered. "I want to see your face when you cum." It wasn't a suggestion; it was a command.

I obeyed his command and turned to face him. My legs felt like they were going to give out, but he held me steady.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark and hungry, looking like he was still starving even after what he'd just done.

"Look at you," he breathed, his hands sliding up to my thighs. "You're so messy for me."

He didn't give me a chance to respond. He leaned forward and buried his face between my legs again. This time, he was even more intense. He used his hands to knead the flesh of my thighs, his fingers digging in deep, almost bruising, as if he was trying to anchor himself to me.

"Oh god, Changbin!" I cried out, my head falling back.

The way he was working on me was so much more direct this time. He was using his tongue in long, heavy strokes, and the way he was gripping my thighs made me feel like he was trying to pull me right into him.

"Please...don't stop," I begged.

I couldn't help it. My hands reached down, searching for him, and finally found his hair. I gripped the dark brown strands, pulling his head closer to me, needing more of that friction, more of that heat.

Every time he felt me tugging on his hair, he seemed to get more desperate, his tongue moving faster and his hands squeezing my thighs even harder.

"You're so fucking perfect," he whispered, his breath hot and wet against me. "Just let me take it all. Let me take everything you have."

I could feel the climax building again, bigger and more violent than the first time. My fingers tightened in his hair, pulling him even harder against me as my hips started to move on their own, searching for the exact spot he was hitting.

The pressure was building so fast that it felt like a physical weight in my stomach. Every time his tongue swiped over my clit, a fresh wave of heat crashed over me.

"Changbin, please... right there!" I gasped, my voice sounding wrecked.

I pulled on his hair again, harder this time, my hips jerking forward. I was right on the edge, teetering on the brink of falling. My whole body felt tight, like a string pulled too far, vibrating with the need to snap.

He heard the desperation in my voice. He groaned, a low, hungry sound, and increased the pressure. He wasn't just licking me now; he was using his tongue to press hard against me, mimicking the rhythm of a heartbeat.

"That's it, baby," he mumbled against my skin, his voice muffled and thick. "Give it to me. Everything."

His hands on my thighs squeezed so hard it almost hurt, but the pain was good; it kept me grounded while my head was spinning. My breath became shallow, short, and frantic.

"I'm... I'm gonna—!"

The world started to blur at the edges. The only thing left was the heat of his mouth and the intense pulsing ache between my legs. I was so close, so incredibly close, and all I could do was cling to him and wait for the explosion.

Then, it happened.

The tension finally snapped, and a massive wave of heat crashed through me. My whole body went rigid, my toes curling and my fingers tightening painfully in his hair. A loud, broken moan ripped from my throat as my hips bucked uncontrollably against his face.

"Changbin! Fuck!"

I felt the pulses of my climax as he kept his tongue working against me; he caught every single drop.

When he finally pulled back, he let out a long, satisfied breath. He looked up at me, his face glistening and covered in me. He looked so proud, so wrecked, and so incredibly satisfied.

"Fuck," he whispered, wiping a bit of me from his lip with his thumb. He looked me dead in the eyes, a dark, hungry smirk on his face. "You always seem to taste better each time."

I could barely breathe, my legs feeling like they were made of water as I tried to stay standing. "You're... You're insane," I managed to say breathlessly, my heart still hammering.

"Yeah," he said, his voice deep and low as he started to stand up, his eyes never leaving mine. "And I'm still hungry."

He didn't even give me a second to recover. He stepped into my space, his hands finding my waist and pulling me flush against his hard chest. He kissed me hungrily again. It was deep and messy, his tongue demanding entry as he swallowed my moans.

His hand slid up, hooking under the hem of my pajama top. He pulled it up and over my head in one quick motion, tossing it somewhere onto the floor.

He hooked his arms under my thighs and lifted me up. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, clinging to him for dear life.

I thought he was taking me to the bedroom, but he was moving too fast, his steps heavy and urgent. Instead of the mattress, he slammed my back against the window.

The shock of the cold glass against my bare back made me gasp, a sharp contrast to the heat of his body.

He didn't wait. He couldn't wait. He was so desperate to just feel something other than the weight of his day, and he was using me to find his peace.

He guided himself to my entrance and pushed in with one long, heavy thrust.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, my head hitting the glass softly as he filled me completely.

He didn't go slow. He started moving right away, his hips slamming into mine with a rhythmic, punishing force. The window rattled slightly with every thrust, the cool glass pressing into my spine while his hot skin pressed into my chest.

"You're so tight," he groaned, his face buried in the crook of my neck. "Fuck, Y/N..."

He was driving into me like he was trying to leave a mark, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me steady against the glass. Every thrust was deep and unyielding, making my head spin all over again.

After a few minutes of heavy, rhythmic slamming, he suddenly slowed down. He pulled out of me just enough to turn me around, his movements rough and impatient.

He pressed my chest and face directly against the cold glass of the window, forcing me to stare out at the city lights while my bare skin felt the chill of the pane.

"Changbin..." I whimpered, my breath fogging up the glass.

He stepped up right behind me, his hard body pinning me against the window. He gripped my hips and drove back into me with a sudden, brutal thrust that made me cry out.

"Smile big for everyone, pretty," he growled in my ear, his voice dark and thick with lust. "The whole world is looking at you getting fucked like this."

He was being so dirty, and it made my insides melt. He leaned over me, his hands roaming my body as he kept up a punishing pace.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "You like all the attention on you, being so seen like this?"

Then, he reached one massive arm around my neck, pulling me into a firm, heavy headlock. The weight of his bicep against my throat and the strength in his arm made me feel so small and completely his.

I loved it. I loved the feeling of being trapped by him, of being completely dominated.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his hips hitting mine with a loud slap every time he frove deep.

He was fucking me so hard that the glass vibrated, his arm tightening around my neck just enough to make me gasp as he pounded into me. He was using every bit of his strength to drive me crazy, and he wasn't stopping until he'd taken every single thing he wanted.

The dirty talk was hitting me so hard that my brain was basically mush. Every time he spoke, a new wave of heat flooded my core, but all I could do was let out tiny, broken whimpers. I wanted to tell him how much he was destroying me, but the words just wouldn't come.

He felt my silence and let out a low, impatient growl. He tightened the headlock, his massive bicep pressing firmly against my neck, forcing my head back onto his chest.

"Answer me," he commanded, his hips slamming into me with force that made my vision shake. "Don't just take it. Tell me how much you love it."

I reached up, my hands trembling as I grabbed his thick arm, trying to find some leverage. "Changbin..." I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn't let up. If anything, he got even more intense, his rhythm becoming faster and more punishing. He pulled my head back just a little more, making me arch my spine.

"Answer me. Y/N..." he groaned, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly tone that made my toes curl. "Tell me you love being my little slut in front of the whole city. Tell me you love how much it hurts when I thrust into you this deep."

He thrust even harder, "Tell me you want me to keep fucking you until you can't even stand anymore."

The words finally broke out of me in a series of loud, uninhibited, pornographic moans. They were messy and raw, echoing against the glass as my body practically vibrated from the friction.

"Yes!" I screamed, the word catching in my throat as he slammed into me again. "Yes, I love it!"

The more he talked, the more desperate I became. The sensation of his massive arm around my neck and the brutal depth of his thrusts was driving me insane.

"Harder!" I begged, my voice cracking. "Please, fuck me harder! Don't stop!"

As he obeyed, driving into with a sudden, violent increase in speed, the sheer intensity of the pleasure became too much to handle. To keep from screaming too loud, or maybe just to ground myself in the sensation, I leaned in and sank my teeth into his bicep.

He let out a sharp, guttural grunt of surprise that turned into a deep, satisfied growl. He loved it. He loved the way I was reacting to him, the way I was literally biting him just to survive the feeling of him filling me up.

"That's it," he rasped, his hips moving like a machine, relentless and heavy. "Take it all. Bite me, scream for me... just don't you dare stop."

After a few more thrusts, Changbin unwrapped his arm from my neck. He didn't let go, though; instead, his large hands slid down and gripped my hips, his fingers digging in as he picked up the pace. He was moving faster now, his breath coming in jagged, hot bursts against my skin.

I turned my head back, desperate for him. My hand found the back of his head, my fingers tangling into his hair as I pulled him closer. He leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a messy, hungry kiss.

Between us, the friction was so intense that a white circle had formed around the base of his cock, glistening against my skin. Thick drops of our mixed liquids were raining down, splashing onto the floor beneath us.

Our moans merged into one continuous, guttural sound, echoing in the quiet apartment. As he kissed his way down my spine, his hands became even more touchy, one hand sliding forward to cup my tit while the other squeezed my ass.

I couldn't take it. I reached down, my fingers finding my clit and rubbing furiously. The combination of his hard thrusts and my own touch sent me over the edge.

"Shit! Changbin! I'm cumming, FUCK!" I cried out, my back arching as the wave of pleasure overwhelmed me.

He let out a low roar and slammed into me one last time, his entire body shuddering as he came, both of us shaking and gasping for air.

We both stayed there for a long moment, frozen against the window, our chests heaving in unison. Changbin's head dropped heavily onto my shoulder, his forehead damped with sweat as he tried to catch his breath.

He didn't pull away; he just stayed buried deep inside me, his heavy weight a warm, comforting pressure against my back.

After a few seconds of just listening to our ragged breathing, he slowly began to pull out. The sensation of him sliding out was so intense that a long, shaky moan escaped both of us. As he fully retreated, the excess of our fluids spilled out, dripping onto the floor beneath us.

He leaned in, pressing soft, tender pecks along my jawline, moving down to the sensitive skin of my collarbone.

"You okay, pretty?" he whispered, his voice still a little raspy. "Did I go too hard?"

He kissed the hollow of my throat, his hands gently smoothing over my hips to soothe the ache he'd left behind.

"Talk to me," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes, his thumb tracing my lower lip.

A small, breathless laugh escaped me as I leaned my head against his chest. "You were perfect," I whispered, my voice still a little shaky. "But how about you? Are you feeling better now, Binnie?"

He pulled me into a tight, warm hug, burying his face in my hair. "So much better now," he breathed, a genuine, relaxed smile tugging at his lips. "Yes, thank you, my love,"

We eventually stumbled into the shower together, the warm water washing away the sweat and the mess of our session. We stood there for a long time, just holding each other under the shower head, before washing each other off and finally crawling into bed, exhausted and blissfully happy.

[chr6mestars]

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✭ . ˙ 𝑘𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑜𝑘𝑗𝑖𝑛 ︴˚ . ˙

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[chr6mestars]

. ౿ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 ── .✦ 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧. 𝐤

authors note ᝰ.ᐟ | recently got a laptop so now i can make words purple hehe ~ also new interest! this is for @st6rify cause she really loves rockstar jin

summary | ❝ where jin is a rock star who barely gets a break, but somehow still makes time for you, his best friend, inviting you over for a chill night at his place. sitting across from you with his guitar, fingers moving easy over the strings, lost in his own little world while you can’t stop staring. ❞

pairings ༄ | rockstar! jin x best friend! reader

contains ༄ | ꒰ smut : : smut with plot : : dry humping : : nipple play : : cowgirl (reverse too) : : p n v (unprotected) : : squirting : : fucking bestie jin cause why not? : : his fingers are the best꒱

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐉𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤. It was only a floor above mine and a couple doors down.

I had gotten a text from him not to long ago.

‘Hey, you free tonight? Been cooped up in the studio for days. Could use some company.’

And I had replied without hesitation-of course I'd come. He never asks often. His schedule would always be packed with rehearsals or interviews taking priority. So when he invited me over, it feels like something special.

When I arrived I paused outside his door for half a second, then as l was about to knock on the door it swings open almost instantly like he’s been waiting. And there he is.

Hair slightly messy from running fingers through it mid-strum, in an oversized band tee that hangs off one shoulder, guitar slung low across his chest even as he steps aside to let's me in without saying a word-just that quiet smile playing on lips.

“Hey,” he says warmly, “glad you came.”

He kicks the door shut behind me and gestures toward the living area where an amp hums softly by an open window and where my favorite spot on couch has already been cleared for my arrival.

Jin’s place is cozy—minimal, but lived-in. Posters of old rock bands line the walls, a drum set tucked in the corner covered with a sheet. The air smells faintly like coffee and cedar.

He walks ahead toward the couch, guitar still cradled like an extension of his body. When he sits down—legs stretched out, one arm draped over the back cushion—he finally plucks a single string and glances at me.

“You want something? I’ve got soda…water…wine.”

I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good.”

He nods and strums softly—a familiar melody from one of their songs—and then just starts playing for real this time. Slow chords flowing into each other effortlessly as if they’re breathing through him.

And there it is again, that quiet intensity on his face when he plays, the way his eyebrows soften slightly or how he bites gently on his lower lip when focusing on transitions.

My heart does a little flip without permission.

I settle onto the couch, tucking one leg beneath me as I watch him. The low light from the floor lamp in the corner casts soft shadows across his face—the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lashes.

Minutes pass in comfortable silence, filled only by the quiet hum of his guitar and the occasional rustle as he shifts to get more comfortable.

I don’t mind not talking. Being with Jin has never required filling every second with words—it’s always been enough just being together. Like two puzzle pieces that fit without forcing.

Sometimes I wonder if he even remembers how rare it is for him to have downtime like this—no managers calling, no fans outside, no cameras following—and yet here we are: me on his couch, him playing songs half-written or just vibing through melodies.

It feels normal. Safe. Ours

I was stretched out on the couch across from him, resting my head against a throw pillow, propping my phone up in one hand as I scroll mindlessly—media, messages from friends—but my attention keeps drifting to him.

And there he was, with eyes half-lidded in concentration or closed entirely when he lets a riff drift into something more abstract. His fingers move so naturally over the strings: calloused from years of practice but graceful all the same.

My breath hitches slightly as the thought slips in—uninvited, but not unwelcome.

I quickly look back down at my phone, swiping too fast through a story I'm not even reading. My cheeks warm.

God. What is wrong with me?

We've been best friends for years and I'm laying here imagining how his hands would feel on my skin. How I wish those long fingers were trailing down my skin instead of the guitar strings. My mind even went far beyond to think what else were they good at.

I swallow hard and squeeze my thighs together under the blanket draped over me.

I've always know Jin was attractive—stupidly so. The kind of guy who lights up a room just by walking in, and those sharp features fans scream about online.

But seeing him on social media? In interviews where the camera lingers on his smirk, or when he's singing into the mic, hair damped from the sweat on his forehead, playing his guitar so well.

Yeah. I've definitely touched myself to that.

A secret shame I'd never admit out loud—not even under torture. My crush on him has been quiet for years: fleeting glances, lingering heartbeats whenever he touches my waist too long...but nothing serious enough to risk our friendship over.

Until now. Until this moment where my body is betraying me with every strum of his guitar and the memory of how damn good he looked last week in black jeans and an unbuttoned shirt for their latest magazine cover.

I looked up from my phone, watching his hands fly over the strings. They move with such ease that looks like the guitar is almost an extension of him.

After a moment, I clear my throat and say,

"I don't know how you can play that thing." He glances up, eyebrow raised. "It just...looks difficult to play."

Jin laughs, fingers stilling for a moment. "It takes practice," he says simply, like it's just that easy. "You learn where to put your fingers, where to press."

I roll my eyes, "Sure, sure. Practice. Because we all have all the free time in the world to just learn how to play an instrument."

He grins. "You could always try."

Jin looks up from his guitar at me, an eyebrow arched, the hint of a smirk on his lips. "Or," he says, "I could teach you. Your choice."

I meet his gaze, feeling my heart kick up a notch. Was he serious? He's never made that offer before. But there's something in his eyes that looks like a challenge.

I sit up fully on the couch. legs folding beneath me as I say, "So teach me then."

His smirk deepens, and he beckons me over with one hand.

I stand up, the floor cool under my feet. I cross over to where Jin is sitting, feeling suddenly very aware of the quiet in the room.

When I reach him, he pats the cushion next to him, a wordless inutructuction to sit. I obey, letting myself sink onto the couch. Our thighs barely just touching.

He readjusts his grip on the guitar, angling it towards me.

"Here," he says, nodding to the strings. "Put your fingers here, here, and here."

I do as he says, hesitantly placing my fingers where he points. It feels odd, the cool hardness of the strings beneath my fingertips. I glance at him, suddenly self-conscious.

"Like this?" I asked.

He nods, studying my hand intently. "Now press down and strum."

I try to strum, it's an absolute disaster. The notes that come out are discordant and out of tune. I cringe, glancing up.

"It's okay," Jin says, trying not to laugh. "Try again."

I do, but the result's the same: a horrible, jarring note. I look up at him with an embarrassed giggle. "I can't do it," I admit.

Jin chuckles, the sound warm and reassuring, "It's okay," he repeats.

Then he reaches over, placing his hands on top of mine. His fingers are warm, slightly calloused, and God, why do they have to feel good?

"Here," he says, gently adjusting my fingers with his, "like this."

His touch is careful, patient. He guides my hand, positions my just right. And when he finally strums the strings with both of us, the sound is actually good—rich and melodic.

"There you go," he says. looking at me with a soft smile. "You're getting it."

As he helps me strum the tune, I feel his head slowly come to rest against my shoulder. It feels almost too comfortable, too natural. The weight of him warm against me. His hair tickling my neck.

And then—his breath. It's warm and soft, a gentle rhythm that makes goosebumps rise on my skin. I try to focus on the guitar in my lap but all I can think about is him.

As he explains the finger positioning, my frustration rises. "Jin," I interrupt. "I can't do this."

He looks up, confused. "What do you mean? I'm teaching you," he says, oblivious.

"No, that's not what I meant. I just..." My words catch in my throat as I look at him. We're so close. "I can't focus when you're this close to me."

I had whispered it, the words almost lost in the quiet space between us, but Jin heard them. His eyes lock onto mine as he lowers his voice to match, a hint of teasing in his expression.

"Do I make you nervous?" he asks, a whisper that feels intimate. Too intimate for two friends playing a damn guitar.

I met his gaze, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes," I admitted quietly, barely more than a whisper. The truth felt heavy, suddenly filling the narrow space between us. "Extremely."

His gaze flicks from my eyes down to my lips, just briefly, but long enough for me to notice. I feel a flutter low in my stomach as our proximity suddenly feels charged, heavy with unspoken tension.

His hand, still resting atop mine on the guitar, flexes ever so slightly, his thumb grazing my skin in a fleeting touch. I shudder, my heartbeat suddenly loud in my ears.

I swallow hard, trying to find my voice. "We shouldn't—" I start to say, but my words are cut off by his sudden movement.

Jin moves the guitar from his lap, setting it gently on the floor, all without taking his eyes off me.

His body angled towards me, his knee bumping against mine as he leans forward. The air feels thick, heavy with anticipation. His fingers reach out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture is as gentle as it is intimate.

I feel frozen, my body caught between wanting to lean into his touch and wanting to run away. "Jin," I whisper.

He leans in even closer, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of my shirt. His eyes are fixed on mine, dark and intense.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice low, "I'm not just good at teaching people how to play guitar."

He pauses, the implication hanging in the air. I can feel my pulse racing, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "I'm also good at certain...other things."

Jin's eyes never leave mine, studying my reaction closely. He seems to know exactly what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. The air between us crackles with a tension I've never experienced before.

"You're trembling," he whispers, his gaze drifting down to where my hands are clenched nervously in my lap. He reaches out, his fingers trailing lightly over my knuckles. "If you don't like my guitar lessons, then I can think of a few...other things I could teach you."

I hold his gaze, heart pounding in the quiet apartment. I know what he's implying, and God, I want it. But a tiny voice is holding me back, whispering about the risk of ruining the friendship we've nurtured for years.

But then Jin is leaning closer, and I'm losing my damn mind. I slowly leaned back before he could reach me, "This won't ruin anything, right?" I whispered.

Jin stopped mid-lean, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. His eyes searched mine, dark and intense as he processed my words.

"No," he said, his voice a low promise. "No, it won't ruin anything."

He slid a hand up my thigh, fingers grazing the bare skin just above my knee, making me shiver. "In fact," he continued, his breath warm against my cheek, "it might just make things a lot better."

His words sent a thrill through me. The heat of his touch, the quiet promise in his eyes—it was unraveling the last of my hesitation, the last of my sanity.

I found myself nodding, my body moving closer despite my better judgement. "Okay," I whispered, my voice raspy. "Teach me."

A smirk curled at the corner of Jin's lips, like he was just waiting for my permission. He leaned even closer, his hand moving higher on my thigh, his thumb brushing against the inside just enough to tease.

"It's very important you follow directions," he murmured, his gaze dropping to my lips. "It gets… messy otherwise."

I swallowed hard, my breathing shallow as anticipation coiled low in my stomach. "I can follow directions," I managed to whisper.

"Good."

Jin's voice was a throaty purr, his hand now firmly gripping my thigh in a tantalizing grip. His thumb pressed into my skin, tracing small circles that ignited sparks of heat through my body.

His other hand lifted, his fingers slowly tracing the line of my jaw, tilting my chin up towards him. "And remember," he said, his gaze locked onto mine, "if you want me to stop, you just say so. Got it?"

I could only nod, my heart thudding so loud I was sure he could hear it.

"Got it." The word came out as a breathless gasp, and I almost winced—I was already sounding desperate without him even really touching me yet.

Jin seemed to notice my reaction, his smirk softening into something almost tender. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Relax," he said softly. "I'm not going to bite…much."

I tried to take a calming breath, but it caught in my throat as Jin's thumb traced a path along my lip, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and velvety. "You're already shaking," he murmured, the words sending a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand from my thigh, cupping my chin instead, his touch warm and electric.

His gaze darkened. "And we've barely even started."

Jin's gaze never left my face as he leaned in, his head tilting slightly before his lips finally found mine.

It was nothing like the careful, teasing touches from before. This was raw, urgent, like he was trying to make up for all the times he'd held back. He deepened the kiss, pulling me closer until I was straddling his hips, my knees bracketing his hips. The guitar lay forgotten on the floor.

I gasped as he broke the kiss, his breath hot against my neck. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he breathed.

Jin's mouth trailed down my jaw, his breath warm against the sensitive skin of my neck. He found a spot just below my ear that made me shiver, and he lingered there, his tongue tracing a path down to my collarbone.

I groaned softly, my hands fisting in his shirt. I could feel his lips curve into a smile against my skin. "Sensitive," he murmured, and there was something almost smug in his tone.

I tried to retort, but the words were lost in another gasp as he found another sensitive spot, biting down softly. "Jin," I whimpered, my body arching into him.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes darkened with desire. The sight of him, disheveled and hungry for me, made my heart skip a beat. "You're so damn responsive," he murmured.

Jin's hands slid higher, his fingers brushing the underside of my tits through my shirt. I gasped, arching into his touch instinctively. He took advantage of the position, his hands cupping my tits over the fabric, squeezing gently as he kissed me deeply.

His thumbs traced slow circles over my nipples, which hardened under his touch. "You feel incredible," he groaned against my lips, his thumbs pressing more firmly now.

One hand tugged my shirt up just enough to slip inside, his warm palm covering my bare tit. "So soft... so warm." He squeezed, making me whimper into his mouth.

A low whimper escaped my lips as he continued kneading my tit. Jin swallowed each sound hungrily, his pace becoming more urgent.

"That sound," he breathed against my skin, thumb flicking my nipple. "Make it again for me." His other hand gripped my hip, pressing me down harder against the bulge in his pants.

A shiver of pleasure shot down my spine as I began to roll my hips, grinding myself down onto the hard bulge beneath his zipper. The friction was electric, drawing a desperate moan from both of us.

Jin’s head fell back against the sofa, his fingers digging into my waist as he guided my movements, encouraging the delicious pressure. "Fuck... just like that,"

I clung to his chest, my nails lightly digging into his shirt as I moved against him. Jin's hands slipped under my thighs, lifting me slightly and spreading my legs wider over his lap, allowing for deeper, more intense grinding.

"Use me," he panted, his voice hoarse with desire.

I did, rolling my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm as our bodies created delicious friction. The wetness between my thighs grew with each grind, soaking through my thin panties.

Jin groaned loudly, one hand releasing me just long enough to unbuckle his belt with trembling fingers. "Gotta feel you closer," he muttered, tugging me down harder against his hard cock through his jeans.

My hands joined his, working together to quickly unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. Jin lifted his hips slightly to help me push his pants and boxers down just enough to free his thick, hard cock. It sprang out, hot and heavy against my core as I resumed grinding on him.

The feeling of his bare length against my now soaked shorts was overwhelming. I rolled my hips harder, sliding my clothed pussy up and down his shaft, coating him in my arousal.

Jin hissed through his teeth, his hands gripping my ass to guide the rhythm. "So fucking wet," he groaned, watching where our bodies met.

Jin's head fell back against the sofa, exposing his strong neck as he lost himself in the sensations. A deep, desperate moan escaped him as I continued grinding relentlessly against his cock. His hand came up to cover his mouth, muffling the sounds of his heavy breathing and desperate whimpers.

Jin's fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, his knuckles brushing against the damp fabric. "Off," he commanded, his voice rough and desperate. "Need to feel you...skin to skin."

He tugged them down slightly, his eyes pleading as he looked up at me, the need for raw contact overriding everything else. "Please..."

I lifted up just enough to allow him to push my shorts and underwear down my legs completely. They pooled on the floor forgotten as I straddled him once more, my bare pussy pressing directly against his hard cock.

A shiver of pure sensation raced through me at the sudden lack of fabric barrier between us.

I started grinding against him again, my bare pussy sliding up and down his length. The wetness from my arousal coated his cock, making it glisten in the dim light.

Jin's hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me down harder onto him as he let out a loud moan. “Fuck...”

Jin's eyes were glued to where our bodies met, watching intently as the tip of his cock peeked through my folds with every grind.

The sight of his thick head disappearing and reappearing between my wet lips had him biting his lip hard to hold back louder moans.

Jin whimpered desperately, wrapping his strong hands around my hips. He lifted me slightly, freehand finding his slick cock and positioning the tip at my entrance.

"Inside... need to be inside you," he breathed, his hips bucking up once against my wet heat as he guided me down.

The blunt head of his cock nudged against my entrance, teasing, waiting for me.

I gripped his chest tightly, my small body tensing as I slowly sank down onto his thick length. Jin's hands guided me, gripping my waist and pulling me down inch by inch.

His jaw clenched, veins popping in his neck as he held back from thrusting up into me.

"Fuck," Jin whimpered softly, his voice barely audible as I sank down onto his cock. His hands tightened on my waist, his fingers digging into my flesh as he felt my tight pussy stretch around him.

"Y/N..." he gasped, his head falling back against the sofa cushion.

Once fully seated, I paused, allowing him to stretch me completely. Jin's cock throbbed inside me, the sensation driving him wild.

"Move," he growled softly, his hips shifting beneath me. "Ride me... whatever you want, just... move."

I lifted my hips slowly, sliding up his length before sinking back down onto him. The wet, squelching sounds filled the room as I established a rhythm. Jin's hands never left my hips, guiding my movements and occasionally pulling me down harder.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his thighs tensing beneath me as I rode him.

I reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it upward. Jin immediately lifted his arms, allowing me to pull the damp fabric over his head and discard it somewhere behind me.

My hands ran over his sculpted chest and abs, feeling the hard muscles contract under my touch as I continued to grind and ride him. The bare skin contact made everything feel more intimate, more raw.

I leaned forward, pressing kisses along Jin's neck and down to his collarbone. His head fell back, giving me better access as he let out soft, desperate whimpers.

His hands moved to the hem of my shirt, quickly pulling it off and tossing it aside. Without missing a beat, he reached behind me with one hand, expertly unhooking my bra with a flick of his wrist. He pulled it off, freeing my tits and allowing them to bounce slightly with each thrust.

He sat up slightly, leaning forward and catching one in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing against my sensitive peak as he moaned around it. "Fucking love these..."

The other one he pinched with his fingers, rolling and pulling on it while he mouthed the other. I rocked harder, meeting his movements from below.

The sofa creaked under our joined weight, the only sounds being our gasps, his desperate whimpers, and the slick sound of our sex. "Shit..." His hand slipped back to my ass.

I was a moaning mess on top of him, my head thrown back and eyes closed as he played with my breasts and thrust up into me.

Each thrust hit my g-spot perfectly, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. My nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red marks as I held on for dear life. "Jin... fuck..."

"Right there—" I gasped, unable to form proper sentences as his cock pounded into me relentlessly. My walls clenched around him, making him groan loudly against my collarbone.

"You feel so tight, baby," he teased against my neck, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin while he rolled his hips beneath me. His pace increased until I was nothing but a trembling, whimpering mess on his lap.

Suddenly, Jin gripped my hips tightly, stopping my movements. Before I could protest, he quickly flipped us over, settling me back on his lap but facing away from him this time.

His arms wrapped around me, pulling my back flush against his chest as he guided his still hard cock back inside me from behind.

My head lolled back against his shoulder as he settled me on his lap once more, his cock sliding back in with ease. From this angle, it hit even deeper, making me cry out.

"Oh my god—" His lips found my ear, his breath hot as he started moving again, his hands roaming freely over my front, cupping and squeezing my tits.

"That's it, baby," he whispered against my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin as he thrust up into me.

His hands worked my breasts expertly, fingers pinching and pulling at my nipples while rotating them in tight circles. "You feel so good taking me like this..." Another deep thrust made me scream, my head pressing harder against his shoulder.

One of his hands slipped away from my breast, sliding down my stomach and finding my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, teasing me with feather-light touches before applying the perfect amount of pressure.

His fingers moved in a rhythm that made me see stars—slow circles, then quick flicks, all while his cock pounded into me from below.

"C’mon, baby," he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and steady against my skin. "Let me feel you fall apart. I want to hear those pretty little moans get louder as you fall apart on my dick."

"Jin... wait... too much..." I panted, my body trembling because of to much pleasure. I grabbed his wrist, trying to stop his expert fingers from driving me over the edge too soon.

His cock was already hitting every sensitive spot inside me, and his mouth was sucking hard on my neck and shoulder, marking me.

He chuckled darkly against my neck, his fingers pausing their relentless torture of my clit but not removing entirely.

"Too much?" he teased, his hips slowing to a torturous pace. "You can't handle your best friend knowing how to play your body as well as he plays guitar?"

I whimpered, my head falling back against his shoulder as his hips rolled into me, grinding deep enough to make my toes curl.

"I... I can't..." I breathed out, overwhelmed by the dual sensation of him stretching me open and his fingers still resting possessively on my clit. He kissed my jaw softly, a stark contrast to the rough way he was fucking me.

"Shh, baby," he soothed, his hand pressing back down on my clit but moving gently now, circling my nub with a feather-light touch. "Just feel me... feel how good we are together."

"Oh fuck," I whimpered softly, my body tensing as he continued to thrust deep and slow, his fingers working my sensitive clit with expert precision.

"Jin... I'm... I'm gonna..." I panted, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt my orgasm building quickly.

His head dropped to my shoulder, watching his own cock slide in and out of me with a wet, slick sound. He kept rubbing my clit, his fingers moving in perfect sync with his thrusts.

"Look at us," he breathed against my skin, showing me how perfectly we fit together. "You're taking every inch of me." His thumb pressed harder on my swollen bundle of nerves.

I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling his face down to mine as he continued to fuck me slowly from behind. He kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth as he hit a sensitive spot inside me. I moaned loudly against his lips, my entire body shaking with pleasure.

When climax hit, it was explosive—waves of pure ecstasy crashing through my body as his cock throbbed inside me.

But as the pleasure crested, I felt something shift deep within me, a sudden gush of liquid soaking around his cock. "Oh fuck—" he groaned against my lips, feeling me squirt all over him as I came harder than I ever had before.

He immediately understood what was happening, his fingers rubbing my clit furiously as he felt me squirting again and again, coating his cock and balls in my juices.

"Holy shit," he breathed, watching in amazement as I lost complete control, moaning his name over and over.

I held onto his wrist tightly, my nails digging into his skin as he rubbed my clit through my intense orgasm.

"Jin!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the apartment as I felt another wave of pleasure crash over me.

I squirted again, my body convulsing violently as I was overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm of my life.

"I've never seen anything so fucking hot," he groaned, still thrusting slowly through my spasming walls, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

My juices were absolutely coating us both, making the most obscene sounds as his cock slid in and out.

I reached between us, gripping his cock and pulling out of my pussy. My hand moved quickly over his shaft, my fingers slick with my juices.

"I want to see you cum," I panted, stroking him faster. He groaned, his hips bucking into my fist. Within seconds, his hot seed was painting my stomach in thick stripes.

"Shit," he cursed, his head falling back as I continued to milk him dry. His hands gripped my hips tightly, fingers digging into my soft skin as he rode out his orgasm.

When he finally stopped coming, he looked down at my stomach, covered in his white liquid. "What a fucking mess,"

I slowly pushed myself up, swinging a leg over to straddle his thighs as I turned around to face him. His chest heaving beautifully, glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he leaned back against the sofa, struggling to catch his breath.

I placed my hands on his bare chest, feeling his rapid heartbeat hammering beneath my palms.

His hands slowly moved to my thighs, gripping them possessively as he looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. "Come here," he murmured, his voice still hoarse from his earlier cries of pleasure.

I leaned down, my tits brushing against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist. "You're fucking incredible," he said, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer as he nuzzled into my neck.

"We should definitely do this more often," he said, his hands squeezing my ass firmly. "And you should definitely do that ‘magic trick’ like that more often too." He smirked, nipping at my bottom lip. "Didn't know you had it in you to be so loud and messy."

I blushed deeply, burying my face in his neck to hide my embarrassment. "Shut up," I mumbled, feeling my face heat up even more at the reminder of what just happened.

He just laughed, his chest shaking beneath me. "What? It was hot as fuck,"

"Next time I have to see if my tongue can make you do that instead of my fingers," he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he tilted my chin up to look at him.

I felt my core pulse at the mere suggestion, already wanting more even though I was still trembling from before. "Bet I can make you squirt twice."

My face was beet red now, my hands covering my face as I groaned in embarrassment. "Jin!" I whined, knowing full well that he was enjoying my embarrassment far too much.

"I can't believe that even happened." Jin just chuckled, pulling my hands away from my face.

He stood up suddenly, lifting me easily in his strong arms, but then stopped short when we both noticed the state of the room. My juices were literally everywhere—on the floor, on the sofa cushions, even splattered onto his poor guitar that was in the splash zone. “Oh my god, your guitar…I’m so sorry.”

Jin just stared at the splattered finish of his guitar, then burst into laughter. "Don't worry about it," he said dismissively, adjusting his grip on me as he stepped over the mess.

"I can just buy another one. Honestly? I'm probably going to frame this one. A keepsake." He smirked down at my mortified face. "For the memories, babe."

After a shower together, Jin quickly cleaned up the mess in the living room, not wanting to worry about it in the morning. He climbed into bed with me, pulling me into his side with a possessive arm wrapped around my waist.

[chr6mestars]

. ౿ 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 & 𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 ── .✦ 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐧

ᝰ.ᐟ : happy 2 years @st6rify !! i hope you enjoy your gift ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

pairings ༄ husband! nanami x wife! reader (newly weds)

contains ༄ ꒰ fluff : : smut : : smut with plot : : p n v (unprotected) : : oral (f n m receiving) : : nipple play : : begging : : mating press : : pet names (angel/sweetheart) : : nanami being soft until you beg ꒱

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❜

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, barefoot and breathless with excitement.

“Kento! Come on!” I laughed, already wading in up to my ankles. “The water’s perfect! Look how blue it is!”

Behind me, he stood at the shore still adjusting his swim trunks with that quiet composure of his—the kind that made my heart flutter even after months of marriage. But when he saw my bright face turned back toward him, something soft melted in his expression.

A small smile played on his lips as he finally stepped forward, “Alright…I’m coming.”

The second Kento’s foot hit the water, I spun and grabbed his hand again, pulling him deeper with a giggle.

“You’re too slow!” I teased, kicking up spray. The ocean lapped at our thighs—cool and silky against sun-warmed skin.

Kento chuckled low in that deep voice of his—the one that always sent little shivers down my spine and then suddenly he was moving, catching me off guard as he lifted me slightly by the waist before sweeping us both into deeper waves.

I squealed as saltwater rushed over us, clinging to his shoulders while laughter burst from my lips. He held me steady despite the splashy chaos—always so careful with me.

The water swirled around us, glistening under the midday sun as Kento held me close, his strong arms cradling my body like I weighed nothing.

I was still laughing—cheeks flushed, hair damp and sticking to my neck as he pressed a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Got you,” he murmured with quiet satisfaction.

Kento stepped backward, guiding us deeper into the ocean with steady confidence. The water rose higher—up to our hips, then waist—each wave rolling in cool and sudden.

I gasped as a bigger swell crashed against my back, sending ripples down my spine. “Ah! Kento!” I yelped playfully, squeezing his arms tighter.

He chuckled again, the sound rich and warm against my ear, “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly while one hand rubbed slow circles at the small of my back to ease away goosebumps.

Without warning, Kento ducked us both under a passing wave.

Saltwater rushed over our heads in a bubbling rush, the ocean swallowing us for one breathless second. When he brought me back up, I sputtered and blinked seawater from my lashes with wide eyes.

“Kento!” I shrieked between giggles, slapping his chest lightly as waves dripped from my hair down onto my bare shoulders.

Kento’s expression turned mischievous—rare for him, but so incredibly charming when it happened.

Before I could react, he scooped me up fully into his arms, one under my knees and the other supporting my back. With effortless strength, he waded even deeper until water lapped at our collarbones.

I clung to him instinctively as the waves rocked us gently. “You’re going to drown me!” I protested through laughter—but there was no real fear in it. Only trust and joy pulsing between us like tides.

A bigger wave crashed into us sending water spraying everywhere. I instinctively tightened my grip around Kento’s neck, pressing my face against his shoulder as the ocean rocked us.

We both laughed, breathless and bright under the open sky. When the wave passed, he set me back on my feet in waist-deep water.

I cupped seawater with both hands and flung it straight at his chest with a giggly “Payback!”

Kento blinked as droplets rained down on him then that slow smirk returned. “Oh? Is that so?”

Kento shook water from his hair like a big dog before swiping both hands through the water and flicking them at me. I squealed as another spray of cool droplets hit my face.

My competitive streak flared and soon we were full-on splashing each other with childish glee—laughing between taunts and dodging sprays of water.

My hair was dripping, swimsuit clung to my figure, and my whole body thrummed with adrenaline under the sun. This was so silly, so carefree. And with Kento, it felt utterly perfect.

We both went back and forth like that for a while, drenched and grinning like we were kids again. My heart thrummed faster as water dripped down his bare chest.

At one point Kento chased me up the beach, his long strides catching up easily even as I ran giggling into shin-deep waves. He grabbed my hips to stop me from escaping any further, pulling me back against him.

I spun and found him grinning in that adorable way he did, the kind that made my stomach butterflies go wild. We were drenched and breathless from our play in the water, standing there among breaking foam.

Slowly, gently, he pushed damp hair behind my ear. And all teasing melted away as he lowered his face to mine for a soft, sun-warmed kiss.

Kento’s hands found my wet skin, gripping lightly at my slippery thighs. He leaned in, breath warm against my ear.

“Jump,” he whispered.

I obeyed instantly, jumping up and clinging to his shoulders with a startled squeak.

In a seamless move, he caught me under my legs, holding me to his chest with strong, steady arms. My heart pounded from the unexpected move, but I felt so safe in his hold. I laughed breathlessly and buried my face into his neck.

Kento emerged from the water and onto the soft sand, carrying me with ease. His wet feet left imprints as he walked up the shore and toward our beach house patio. The ocean stretched out behind us like a sparkling path of endless blue.

We were both dripping and salt-scented from our playtime in the sea. I nestled into his arms, feeling utterly content—like the world had narrowed to just us in this moment.

Kento carried me right through the opened sliding glass door without stopping. He passed through the comfortable living room and straight to the bedroom, where he laid me down on the crisp, white sheets.

The cool evening breeze rustled through the open windows, stirring the curtains and carrying the scent of the ocean and salt. We were both damp and sand-streaked from our day at the beach, but none of it mattered now that we were alone.

I looked up at him, my heart fluttering as he stood by the edge of the bed, watching me.

His muscular frame hovered over me, one knee pressing gently between my thighs as he lowered his lips to my neck.

His warm mouth sent shivers down my spine, his hands anchoring on either side of my head. The contrast of his knee between me and gentle kisses made my breath hitch.

“Kento...”

Kento’s lips traced tenderly along my jaw, his movements slow and reverent as if savoring every inch of me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with desire but restrained.

He pressed gentle kisses down my neck while his knee remained firmly between my thighs, his body pressing me into the mattress with a delicious weight.

The softness of his kisses travelled lower, his lips brushing over my collarbone as his hand slipped beneath my swimsuit top. His touch was feather-light, almost worshipful, as he teased my nipple between his thumb and finger while maintaining that steady, gentle pressure between my legs.

“Kento,” I gasped, my hips lifting unconsciously against his knee, seeking more friction.

His lips met mine in a soft, lingering kiss before he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me sit up. The cool evening air whispered against my skin as I untied my swimsuit top, the straps sliding off my shoulders and leaving me bare before him.

Kento’s pupils dilated as he took in the sight of my tits, his large hands cupping them gently. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, making them tighten and peak under his touch. He rolled them softly between his fingers, the gentle stimulation making me arch into his hands.

One of my hands, which had been propping me up, moved to the back of Kento’s head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

“More,” I whispered, my voice breathy and needy as I guided his mouth down towards my tits.

Kento gladly obeyed, his lips wrapping around my nipple as his tongue began to lick and suck. His free hand moved to my other tit, squeezing and massaging as he worshipped both peaks with his mouth. The dual sensation made my head fall back, moaning loudly into the evening air.

As Kento continued, my back arched off the bed, pushing my tits further into his mouth. He groaned around my nipple, the vibration sending shocks straight to my core. His knee between my thighs pressed harder, giving me just enough friction to drive me wild with need.

“I need you,” I whined, my voice breaking as I pulled his hair, desperate for more.

Those three words were the signal Kento had been waiting for. He released my nipple with a soft pop and pressed me back onto the bed, covering my body with his own.

Kento kissed me deeply, swallowing my moans and whines as he trailed his lips down my jaw, collarbone, and the valley between my tits. He paused at the edge of my swimsuit bottoms, his lips hovering over the fabric that was hiding what he craved most.

His fingers hooked under the thin strings of my swimsuit bottoms and pulled, ridding me of the last piece of clothing between us. I extended one leg, allowing him to easily remove the bottoms and toss them aside. He began kissing my leg from the ankle, slowly working his way to my center.

Kento’s large hands slipped under my thighs, lifting and spreading my legs as he settled between them. Without hesitation, he pressed his face against me, his warm mouth and tongue immediately going to work. The first long lick had me crying out, my back bowing off the bed.

His tongue circled my clit slowly before dipping lower, tasting me thoroughly. “Kento!” I moaned, my fingers clutching at his hair.

He drank me in like he was starving, his tongue pushing inside while his nose nudged against my clit with each movement.

Kento’s tongue began to move faster, sliding up and down my slit with purpose before focusing on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

His thumbs spread me open wider, giving him better access as he flicked and sucked at my clit with a rhythm that made my legs tremble.

“So sweet,” he mumbled against my skin, his voice vibrating against me.

Kento’s mouth worked magic between my thighs, his tongue lashing at my clit with increasing speed and pressure. His name fell from my lips in broken whines and moans, each sound growing louder and more desperate.

“Kento, please—” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore. The pleasure was overwhelming, clouding my mind completely.

He noticed my desperation, my legs trembling around his head. He flicked his tongue faster, harder against my clit while looking up at me with dark, hooded eyes.

Seeing his face between my thighs, hearing my desperate sounds, was evidently driving him wild. “Cum, sweetheart,”

My orgasm hit suddenly, making me cry out as my thighs clamped around his head. He moaned against my pussy, encouraging the waves of pleasure as he continued to lick and suck through my climax.

Kento pulled back, his mouth glistening, and stood to remove his swimming shorts. I watched, still catching my breath, as he kicked off the last barrier between us.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, my eyes taking in every inch of him—the way his hard length stood thick and ready. Looking up at him, my lips slightly parted.

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my flushed skin. “You don’t have to, angel,” he murmured softly, his voice gentle despite the obvious need straining through him.

But my eyes were already locked on his cock, my tongue peeking out to wet my dry lips hungrily. “I want to,”

Kento's breath hitched as he watched my tongue dart out, his hand falling away from my cheek to grip his length instead. He stepped closer, giving me better access.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, sucking gently as I looked up at him with eager eyes.

Kento's head fell back, a deep moan escaping his chest as I took him in. “Fuck, sweetheart...” he whispered, his hand tangling in my hair.

“Just like that...shit.” He began to move his hips slowly, thrusting in and out of my mouth with careful precision.

His movements remained slow and gentle, his hand in my hair guiding rather than forcing. He watched me with loving care, his face soft with affection despite the obvious pleasure written all over him.

“So good,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “Look at you...”

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder, my tongue swirling around his shaft as he moved in and out of my mouth.

Kento’s breathing grew heavier, but he kept his thrusts shallow and controlled, never pushing me beyond what I could handle. “Such a good girl,” he praised, fingers gently massaging my scalp.

His soft praise filled the air between us, making my heart swell even as my lips stretched around him. He was being so careful, so tender—it made me desperate to give him everything. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate him, swallowing around his tip.

A choked groan escaped him as I took him deeper, his hips jerking forward just slightly before he caught himself, pulling back. “Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice strained.

“Don’t wanna choke you.” He let me set the pace, his hand releasing gentle pressure when he felt I needed to pull back. “Take your time...I’m right here.”

That was simply Kento—his gentle nature had always been his most defining trait, even before we were married.

He would let me set the pace, checking in constantly, making sure I was never in pain, only pleasure.

He approached intimacy with the same careful reverence like how he did everything else in our relationship.

During sex, he saw himself as my caretaker, ensuring every touch served my pleasure without causing any pain, making me feel safe and cherished.

I continued to suck him off, my head bobbing slowly as I took him deeper with each pass. Kento’s fingers gently carded through my hair, his touch soothing rather than demanding.

He let out soft moans and whispers of encouragement, “That’s it...just like that...”

His hips began to move slightly in sync with my movements, but he was careful not to force himself deeper than I could handle. “You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he praised, his voice low and tender. “Take what you want from me...”

I could feel it in the way his breathing became ragged, in the way his hands trembled slightly in my hair, in the way his hips made tiny, involuntary thrusts forward.

He was close—so close—and he was trying so hard to hold back for my sake. The veins along his shaft were more pronounced, his tip leaking precum onto my tongue.

I paused for a moment, looking up at him through my lashes, noticing the strain on his face, the way his jaw was clenched tightly. I knew he was trying to hold back, trying to give me time to pull back if I wanted to.

I slid my mouth back down, taking him deep until my nose pressed against his pelvis, and hummed around him. Kento’s whole body shuddered. “Y/N—” His thighs trembled, hips stuttering. “Sweetheart, I’m close... you can pull back if—” But I didn't stop. I wanted him to cum.

I wrapped my hand around the base of his length, squeezing gently as I continued to suck and hum, showing him I wanted him to finish.

Kento let out a strangled groan, his hands flying to my head, gripping my hair tightly but not pulling. “Fuck... fuck, angel—”

With a final deep throat and suck, I felt his body tense up. He let out a loud, deep groan as he came hard, filling my mouth with his warm release. I swallowed eagerly, taking everything he gave me as he pulsed inside my throat.

“Y/N!” He cried out, his body shaking.

He stayed buried deep in my throat, still twitching as I swallowed around him, milking every last drop. He was breathing heavily, his hands gently petting my hair now instead of gripping tightly.

“Fuck...” He pulled out slowly, watching as his release dripped from my lips.

I looked up at him, my mouth shiny and wet from sucking him off. I started planting soft kisses along his muscular abs, my hands roaming his defined pecs.

“Kento?” I looked up at him through my eyelashes, biting my lip shyly. “Can I...ride you?”

Kento's eyes softened even further, his already gentle expression melting into pure adoration. “Yes, angel,” he whispered.

He laid on the bed, letting me straddle him, his softening cock already twitching back to life at the sight of me on top of him.

“You can have anything you want.” He held onto me, looking up at me with so much love it made my chest ache.

I positioned myself over him, slowly sinking down onto his length. He was still sensitive from his orgasm, but he let out a soft moan as I took him in, his hands resting on my hips—not guiding, just holding, ready to support me if I needed it.

“Easy, sweetheart...take your time.” He was already hard again, ready to serve my pleasure.

I whined softly as I lowered myself onto him, feeling his thickness stretch me open. “Kento...too big...” I complained softly, even though I loved the feeling of being filled by him. I started to move slowly, whining and moaning as I rode him at a slow pace.

“Too big, too big...” I whined, bouncing slowly on his lap, my small hands gripping his pecs for support.

“Stretches me open too much...” I moaned, feeling his huge length slide in and out of me, hitting all the right spots.

“K-Kento~” I whimpered, rolling my hips in a slow circle as I sank down on him completely. His swollen head pressed against my cervix, making my eyes roll back.

The friction was intense, wet and slick, and I could hear the obscene sounds of us fucking. I was dripping down his shaft, pooling on his abs.

“So—so much...”

Kento’s hands slid up to my waist, his fingers digging in gently as he watched me ride him with those sweet, needy whimpers.

He could feel every inch of his cock being squeezed by my tight walls, each movement making me gasp and moan. “Look at you taking it so perfectly...”

“Mmngh—ahh—” I moaned out, my head falling back, hair cascading down. “So good,” I whined, feeling my sensitive clit grind against his hard abs with each bounce. I reached down and started playing with my clit, moaning louder.

Kento’s eyes locked onto my bouncing tits and the sight of me playing with my clit. He let out a deep groan, his hands sliding back to grab my ass.

“Fuck, look at you—” he groaned, as he watched his wet, shiny dick disappear inside me over and over.

“So pretty...riding me like this...touching yourself for me...fuck, sweetheart...” His grip on my ass tightened, but he still didn’t start thrusting, letting me maintain control.

His voice was low and rough with desire, “You like that big dick inside you?”

I just nodded, leaning down to bury my face in his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin as I continued to bounce on his dick.

My moans were muffled against his neck, my hands roaming his chest and shoulders. The only response he got was the squeeze of my pussy around him and the wet sounds of our bodies meeting.

Kento let out a deep groan, his hands gripping my ass tighter. He could feel my small body shaking against him, my soft moans and kisses driving him wild. He lifted his hips slightly to meet my bounces, “Mmm... sweetheart...”

“I can’t...Kento…” I panted against his neck, my hips stuttering. “Need more...need you to fuck me…” I whined desperately, my body shaking with the need for him to take control.

Kento didn’t hesitate, his hands gripping my ass firmly as he started pumping into me. He pulled me down over his length with each thrust, setting a steady rhythm.

I gasped and moaned against his neck, my nails digging into his shoulders. After a few minutes, I nodded shakily against his skin. “M-more... faster, please...” I whimpered.

Kento wrapped one arm around my back, keeping me close to his chest, while the other gripped my waist tightly. He started thrusting harder, his hips snapping up into me as he pounded into my tight pussy. My tits pressed against his chest, our bodies slapping together.

“Yes...yes...like that...” I chanted, I sat up and my head fell back, hair flying everywhere. My hands on his chest, holding on for dear life as he fucked into me mercilessly.

My legs shook, barely able to keep up with his pace. “Harder...Kento!” I screamed.

Kento suddenly flipped us over, putting me on my back on the bed. He grabbed my legs and pulled them over his shoulders, placing me in the mating press position. He loomed over me, his huge body covering mine. He snapped his hips forward, driving his massive cock deep into me with brutal force.

He started fucking me like an animal, the headboard slamming against the wall with each snap of his hips. His balls slapped against my ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

He grabbed my throat and squeezed, not enough to hurt but enough to assert dominance.

“You wanted more...harder...” he growled, his voice rough with exertion and dominance. “Look at you now, sweetheart... begging for it like a little slut... ‘faster Kento, harder Kento, give it to me Kento’...” He laughed darkly, pounding into me without mercy.

“You gonna take it all, sweetheart? Every fucking inch of my dick?” He demanded, his voice guttural and possessive as he continued to pound into me relentlessly.

I whimpered and nodded frantically, my eyes rolling back. “Yes! Yes, I’ll take it all! Please, don’t stop!”

Kento wrapped his arms around my legs, holding them up as he leaned forward, his chest pressing against them. He started fucking me even harder, his massive dick hitting my deepest spots. I gripped onto his biceps, my nails digging in as I moaned loudly.

My nails dragged across his biceps, leaving red trails down his skin as I held on. “There we go...” Kento groaned, looking down at the marks I left on him.

“Mark me up, angel. Claim me while I claim you.” He surged forward, his thrusts becoming erratic as his cock swollen inside me. “Fuck...gonna fill this greedy pussy up...”

Kento released my legs, allowing them to wrap around his back as he leaned forward, his lips crashing against mine in a brutal, claiming kiss. He continued to thrust wildly into me, his massive cock slamming against my sensitive spots with each movement.

Our bodies slapped together violently, the sound of wet skin meeting skin mixing with our desperate moans and kisses. I could feel him thickening and swelling inside me, getting ready to come.

“Right there...right there...” I whined into his mouth, my legs squeezing around him.

As Kento continued to pound into me, I clung to him desperately, my arms wrapped around his back and my legs locked around his waist. My nails dug deep into his muscular back, leaving red trails and semes as I held on, pulling him closer as he fucked me mercilessly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Kento growled against my lips, his thrusts becoming even more aggressive. He wrapped his massive arms around my waist, pulling me down hard onto his cock as he came inside me with a gut-wrenching roar.

“Kento!” I moaned loudly as I felt his hot, sticky cum filling me up, dripping down onto the bedsheets.

“Fuck...oh god, Kento!” I whined, my nails still digging into his back as my own orgasm crashed over me.

Kento collapsed onto me, his face burying into my neck as he emptied his massive load into my pussy. He didn’t pull out, just stayed deep inside me as we both trembled and panted against each other’s skin.

After a few moments, Kento slowly pulled out of me, his softening dick slipping out with a wet sound. A few seconds later, more of his cum started shooting out, landing on my stomach and pussy in thick ropes.

He watched lazily as it dripped down my skin. “Holy shit...”

Kento looked down at me with a dazed expression, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “That was... fucking incredible,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back slightly. “Best sex of my life,”

I giggled softly, feeling absolutely wrecked and satisfied. Kento looked at me with hooded eyes before suddenly shaking his head.

“Still can’t believe I’m married to a goddess,” he murmured, tracing my lips with his thumb.

I reached up and tugged his arm gently, pulling him down on top of me. His lips met mine in a long, slow kiss—soft and tender after the rough fuck he just gave me.

Our hearts beat together against each other’s chests, and everything just felt...right. He lifted his head slightly, his forehead resting against mine, and we just breathed each other in.

“This is perfect,” I whispered against his lips, feeling content and happy in a way I never had before.

Kento hummed softly in agreement, pressing another gentle kiss to my mouth before settling his face back into the crook of my neck. “I love you,”

[chr6mestars]

. ౿ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 ── .✦ 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧. 𝐤

༄ a/n :: wrote this for my friend cause she loves jean especially art student! jean hehe ^^ (couldn’t find the artist @ to the fanart but credits to them)

༄ pairings :: art student! jean x fem! reader

༄ ꒰ fluff.ᐟ smut.ᐟ smut with plot.ᐟ p n v (unprotected).ᐟ jean gets freaky.ᐟ riding.ᐟ fingering.ᐟ wow how sweet jean paints u and then fucks u.ᐟ pet names (sweetheart, baby).ᐟ college au.ᐟ꒱

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❜

“𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞!” 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝, stumbling slightly as Jean guided me forward by the hand.

Jean chuckled at my impatience. “Almost there, sweetheart. Just a few more steps.” He gently led me forward, guiding me every step of the way.

“You’re doing great,” he reassured me, his touch warm and comforting. “We’re almost at the studio.”

Jean opened the door with a soft creak, leading me into the quiet warmth of his studio.

“We’re in,” Jean murmured, guiding me across the threshold. I heard the soft creak of the studio door closing behind us, sealing us in a world that was entirely his.

The air was thick with the scent of paint and turpentine—familiar, comforting.

“Okay...now hold still,” he said gently, his fingers moving to untie the blindfold.

It slipped away slowly…light flooded my vision—but not as much as what I saw.

A massive canvas on the easel—me.

I was sitting at that little corner table of our favorite coffee shop, sunlight catching the rim of my mug and glinting in my hair. My lips were parted mid-laugh at something he’d said. Carefree. Loved. Seen.

“Oh…Jean…” I breathed, stepping closer in awe.

He watched my face carefully as I approached the canvas, studying my expression as I drank in the sight.

There were hundreds of tiny details in the painting he’d captured that I’d missed—the crinkle of my eyes in mid-laugh, the way the sun caught in my hair.

“Do you...like it?” he asked softly, his voice betraying a hint of nervousness. Did he really think I wouldn’t love it?

I reached out, my fingertips gently tracing the rough texture of the canvas and the paint that covered it. It felt like a tangible version of Jean’s memory—a moment frozen in time, immortalized and given form.

The way my hair fell across my face, the soft smile on my lips, the way my fingers curled around the handle of the mug of coffee…

“It’s incredible...” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat.

Jean approached me from behind, his arms encircling my waist. His chin came to rest on my shoulder as he watched me take in the painting.

His breath was warm against my neck, the familiar scent of him surrounding me in a cocoon of familiarity.

I leaned back into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of his chest against my back.

“You don’t know how many hours I spent working on this,” he murmured. “I just... I wanted to capture you exactly as I see you. Beautiful. Alive. Mine.”

My heart ached with affection for this man. I turned my head to look at him, our faces inches apart. He was watching me intently, his gaze soft and filled with adoration.

“It’s the most incredible thing anyone has ever done for me,” I whispered, my eyes flitting back to the canvas.

He chuckled softly, ducking his head to press a tender kiss to my neck. “I would do anything for you,” he murmured against my skin. “Anything.”

I turned in his arms, facing him fully, and reached up to cup his face. My thumbs traced the sharp line of his jaw—his faint stubble tickling my fingertips.

“You’re so talented,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “And so you.”

He smiled and leaned into my touch. “You’re my muse,” he said simply. “Everything beautiful about me comes from you.”

My heart swelled to bursting. To be someone’s muse, to be someone’s everything, was more than I could have hoped for.

I pressed myself closer to him, winding my arms around his waist, my face buried in the crook of his neck. He held me tightly, his lips finding my temple, my cheek, my jaw.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words warm against my skin. “So goddamn much.”

I melted into his touch, my heart swelling with every word, every kiss. I pulled back just enough so I could meet his gaze, my eyes glimmering up at him.

“I love you more,” I said softly, feeling his hands tighten around me.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in soft, gentle pecks. My eyes fluttered closed, my heart skipping in beat with every touch.

He kissed me like he was worshiping me—slowly, reverently, savoring every moment. His hand came up to cup my jaw, tilting my head back just a bit so he could capture my lips more fully.

I could feel the love radiating off of him in waves, the adoration in every movement. I clutched the back of his shirt, anchoring myself in him.

I felt his smile beneath my lips—the subtle lift of his mouth as he kissed me. It made my heart ache with tenderness.

His thumb traced the line of my jaw, drawing me closer as he angled my head to deepen the kiss. I felt his joy in the subtle hum that rumbled from his chest.

My hands slid up to his hair, my fingers brushing through his ash-brown strands. He pulled me tightly against him, his arms wrapping around my waist like he was afraid to let go.

Jean took a step back, our lips parting reluctantly. “Come,” His hand found mine, his fingers lacing through mine with ease.

He led me toward his bedroom door, pulling me gently along. My heart beat wildly in my chest, the anticipation of what was to come almost unbearable.

Jean pushed open the door, revealing a simple but tidy room. The moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft glow across the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still clasped around mine. He tugged me gently forward, guiding me to straddle his lap.

I settled onto his lap, my knees on either side of him. His hands came to rest on my thighs, his fingers idly tracing small circles on the denim of my jeans.

Jean’s gaze was fixed on me. I reached up, my fingertips grazing the line of his jaw, tracing the faint stubble there.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice low and reverent. His hands slid higher on my thighs, pulling me gently closer until our hips aligned.

I leaned in, pressing my forehead to his. “So are you.” My breath ghosted over his lips as I spoke.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest—warm, intimate—and he closed the small distance between us with a slow, deep kiss that made my toes curl.

Our lips moved together, the kiss turning from soft to insistent, our tongues meeting in a dance as old as time.

Jean’s hands slid beneath my shirt, his palms hot against my bare skin. They moved up my sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. “Jean...” I whispered against his mouth, my fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

Jean’s fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, pushing it up and over my head in one swift motion. It fell to the floor, forgotten, as his hands roamed over my skin.

His mouth found my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he trailed kisses down the curve of my throat. I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders as he found that one spot that made me shiver.

His fingers traced the delicate curve of my spine, hooking gently under the strap before easing it free. The soft click of the clasp gave way, and I let my arms fall slightly, letting the straps slip off my shoulders and fell into the narrow space between us.

He didn’t stop after he unclamped my bra. His mouth just moved lower, leaving burning trails of kisses in his wake. His lips found the valley between my tits, his teeth scraping gently over the sensitive skin.

I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling him closer. My hips arched against him involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

His hands cupped my bare breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples with a teasing slowness that made me gasp. He leaned back just enough to watch my reaction, his dark eyes hungry as he rolled one peaked bud between his fingers, then the other, pulling and tugging.

My breath hitched as his mouth closed around my other nipple, his tongue swirling in wet, maddening circles. One hand slid down my stomach, fingers hooking into my waistband impatiently. “These are in the way,” he murmured against my skin, already reaching for the button.

I pushed off his chest, standing before him. My hips swaying as I turned away from him—my ass now fully facing him. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I hooked my thumbs into my waistband, shimmying out of my pants and underwear in one fluid, deliberate motion. They pooled at my feet, and I stepped free, kicking them aside.

He groaned low in his throat as I bent over slightly, pretending to stretch. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back so he could press a kiss to the curve of my ass.

“Fuck,” he muttered, “you know I love this view.” Another kiss, this time with a small bite.

“C’mere,” he commanded, voice rough, pulling me backward until I was straddling his lap again, my back flush against his chest. His hands roamed immediately—up my stomach, over my ribs, and cupped my bare tits possessively.

I arched into his touch, head falling back onto his shoulder as he played with my tits—pinching, rolling, teasing my nipples until they were stiff peaks. “Look at these,” he murmured against my neck, “they’re so fucking perfect.”

His palms slid down from my tits, trailing fire over my stomach before landing on my thighs. He squeezed, thumbs inching inward, pushing my legs apart inch by agonizing inch.

“Wider,” he commanded, voice rough against my ear. I obeyed, spreading my legs until I felt his hardness pressing against my entrance, still caged by his pants.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as his fingers traced along my inner thigh, so close but not touching where I needed most.

“Jean...” I breathed, my voice trembling. His touch was maddeningly slow, teasing circles that inched higher, brushing the soaked curls between my legs.

“Please...” I moaned, my hips rocking slightly, chasing his hand.

He rested his head against my shoulder, his hot breath fanning across my skin as he watched my face like a starving man at a feast.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his fingers finally parting my folds, finding my swollen clit. “All wet and needy for me. Such a pretty little thing.” His thumb circled slowly, a torturous, light pressure.

My eyes fluttered shut, a soft cry escaping as his thumb found that perfect spot, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. My head fell back against his shoulder, completely limp in his arms.

Every flick of his finger sent sparks shooting down my spine, my hips rocking against his hand helplessly. “Oh god, Jean—” I gasped, my voice thin and breathless.

“That’s it,” he encouraged softly, his other hand coming up to hold me against him, keeping me still for his slow torture.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Let me see you fall apart.” His thumb pressed harder, faster, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he worked me.

“Jean!” I cried out, my nails digging into his forearm as he added a finger, then another, slowly pushing them inside me.

He looked over my shoulder, watching as his long fingers disappeared into my tight heat. A low, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured, curling his fingers slightly, pressing against that sweet spot inside me. “So goddamn tight, sweetheart.”

I followed his gaze, looking down between my legs, and nearly came right then. His artist fingers pumped in and out of me. It was so fucking dirty and hot—the same hands that created beautiful paintings were now buried deep inside my pussy.

“Fuck, Jean...” I whined, my thighs trembling around his hand. “Your fingers—they’re so deep—” Another sob escaped me as he added a third finger, stretching me deliciously.

“You like watching them fill you up?” he asked, his voice a dark purr against my ear. He curled them again, hitting that spot that made my vision whiten.

My head shot to the side, cheek pressing against his as I watched it happen—the shallow dip of his knuckles, the obscene glisten clinging to his skin on the pull-out, how wet I made him.

I grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers deeper, fucking myself on his hand. He let me, going passive, letting me control the pace and depth. It felt surreal—like he’d disappeared, leaving just his fingers inside me while an invisible observer watched.

“That’s it, take what you need,” he whispered, his body still behind me, but his mind seemingly stepped back.

He pressed soft, worshipful kisses along my neck and shoulder, his stubble scratching pleasantly against my skin. He remained completely passive, letting me hump myself on his buried fingers like a desperate animal.

“Use them, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing my pulse point. “Ride my hand however you want.” My hips snapped back, fucking myself brutally on his still fingers.

Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breathing ragged as I chased my high. The wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of me filled the room, mixed with my broken moans. I felt like a mess—a needy, shameless slut fucking herself on her boyfriend’s hand.

“I’m—I’m gonna—!” I sobbed.

My walls clenched around his fingers desperately as the orgasm ripped through me. I collapsed against him, a trembling, whimpering mess, dripping wetness coating his hand as I rode out the waves.

“Jean...Jean...” I kept repeating his name like a prayer.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he whispered, lips against my damp temple as I shuddered through the aftershocks.

His fingers stayed inside me, feeling my pussy pulse and milk them greedily. “You did so well. Such a good girl for me.” He held me tight, letting me melt into him, a boneless, sobbing heap.

He slowly withdrew his fingers, the obscene pop sound making me shiver. Without a word, he guided his glistening fingers to my lips, pressing them against my mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he commanded softly. I opened obediently, sucking my own essence off his long, talented fingers, swirling my tongue around them.

He let out a low groan against my ear, feeling how much of my wetness had soaked through his pants, dampening the fabric between my thighs. I was literally dripping down onto him, his lap now soaked from how wrecked I was.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice thick with want. “You ruined my fucking pants and I don't even care.”

His cock ached, straining painfully against the wet fabric now—but he didn’t move yet, just let me ride out the last waves while still half-limp in his arms.

“Look at what you did to me,” he chuckled darkly, pressing his hardness harder against my ass. I could feel how wet I made him through the fabric, his cock outlined perfectly against my skin.

I rose slowly, Jean’s hungry eyes following every inch of my body as I unbuckled his belt. Pants and boxers came off in one pull, his thick cock springing free—already impossibly hard, glistening at the tip.

I settled back onto his lap, positioning the swollen head right between my slick folds. “Fuck—”

“Sweetheart, fuck...” he groaned as I started slowly jerking him off with my hand while my pussy lips slid along his length. I wasn’t even taking him inside yet, just using my hand and my wet pussy to tease his cock.

He loved when I took control like this—it drove him wild knowing I was using his cock for my pleasure. His hands gripped my hips loosely, letting me set the pace as I rubbed myself along his length, coating him in my juices.

“Use me, baby,” he groaned, his voice low and thick with desire. “Fuck my cock with your hand and your pretty pussy. I'm not going anywhere.”

I moaned softly, loving his dirty talk. My hand moved faster, twisting and pumping his length while my pussy lips clung to him, sliding up and down. I was so wet, his dick was completely coated in my arousal.

I jerked him off faster, my hand moving up and down his length with skill. He threw his head back, letting out low, dirty growls.

“Shit, baby—you jerk my dick so good.” I knew I did. I’d practiced on him countless times, learning what he liked.

His hips bucked up slightly, fucking my hand passively as I jerked him off expertly. Precum started leaking out, mixing with my pussy juices coating his cock.

“Your hand feels amazing, but fuck—your pussy feels even better.” I smirked, knowing exactly what I was doing to him.

He felt his climax building rapidly—too rapidly. The combination of my hand and pussy lips, the wet sounds, the way I was using him...he was losing control.

“Baby...fuck...I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained. His abs tensed, his balls drawing up tight.

I jerked him off faster, my hand flying up and down his length as my pussy lips clenched around the tip. I knew he was close, and I wanted to make him come undone.

“That’s it...fuck...right there...” he choked out, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck!” He came hard, shooting load after load into my hand and all over the floor beneath us.

I kept jerking him off through his orgasm, using his cum to lube up his cock even more as I continued grinding my pussy lips against him. “Baby...stop...too sensitive...”

“Mmm, look at how much cum there is,” I purred, spreading his cum over his cock and balls with my hand. “You came so hard for me, baby.”

He lays back, panting and spent, his cock still hard but now incredibly sensitive. “Too much...fuck...”

I climbed off his lap slowly, turning to face him now that the intense handjob was over. God, he looked so sexy like this—completely ravished and chest heaving.

I lowered myself slowly until I was sitting fully on his dick again, earning a weak whimper from him. “Baby, I just came...it’s too sensitive...” he protested weakly, but he didn’t stop me.

I leaned down, pressing my bare chest against his still-shirted one, feeling his heartbeat racing against mine. “Shhh, just let me ride you soft...”

I kissed him softly, my tongue sliding against his as my hands moved down to the hem of his shirt. I started pushing it up. I wanted him completely bare, wanted to feel every inch of his skin against mine. He broke the kiss just long enough for me to pull his shirt off over his head, then captured my mouth again.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered between kisses.

He moaned into my kiss snd deepened it, his arms instinctively wrapping around me to hold me close. His hands slid down to grip my ass as I started rocking gently on his sensitive dick.

His hands roamed over my back possessively, feeling every curve before sliding up to tangle in my hair. He deepened the kiss, exploring my mouth with hungry strokes.

I whimpered against him, my hips slowly rolling in a gentle rhythm on his softening but still hard dick.

I broke the kiss to start placing open-mouthed kisses down his neck, sucking and biting gently. I marked him everywhere—his jaw, his collarbone, his chest. He groaned and tilted his head back to give me better access, his hands squeezing my ass as I rode him gently.

I sucked bruises into his skin, marking what was mine. My teeth scraped over his Adam’s apple, his chest, his abs—everywhere I could reach.

“You’re mine,” I whispered against his skin, sucking a particularly dark mark right over his pounding heart.

He shivered underneath me, already getting hard again despite the sensitivity. “Yours, baby. Always yours.”

I slid one hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his hardening cock. I positioned him at my entrance, feeling the head press against my wetness.

He broke off a moan as I started to slowly sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch back inside me. His hands gripped my hips tightly.

“Oh God—Jean—” I cried out, my walls clenching around him as I bottomed out completely.

He groaned beneath me, his chest heaving. “Ride me, baby,” he commanded, his hands already guiding my hips.

I started moving—slow at first, grinding down on him while crying out every time he hit that perfect spot inside me.

I held onto his chest for leverage, my nails digging into his pecs as I rode him hard and fast. My pussy was so wet and messy from earlier, making lewd, slapping noises as I bounced up and down on his dick.

“Jean…fuck!” He felt so good, so deep—fucking me perfectly.

He watched his cock disappear into my greedy pussy over and over again, fucking me in that perfect view only he got. The sight of himself buried inside me made him groan loudly.

“So fucking sexy,” he praised, watching himself slide in and out. “Take all of it, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.” His hands gripped my ass, helping lift me up and down.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from where we were joined, mesmerized by the wet, glistening sight of his cock fucking in and out of me.

“That’s it...fuck...look at how deep you take me.” I was whimpering and crying out with each thrust. His gaze darted between my bouncing tits and his disappearing cock.

He reached up, one hand cupping the back of my head, bringing my lips down to his urgently. The kiss was desperate and possessive.

At the same time, our bare chests pressed together—my tits smashed against his, nipples rubbing and pebbling against his skin.

The full-body contact made him groan into my mouth, his cock somehow getting even harder inside me.

Between hungry kisses, I moaned softly, “Harder, Jean…” The words were almost whispered against his lips, but he heard them clearly.

He knew exactly what those words meant. His eyes darkened with understanding and lust.

His arms locked around my back, holding me down tight against him as he suddenly took complete control.

He started fucking the absolute shit out of me, his hips bucking up violently while holding me in place.

He was no longer letting me ride—he was pounding into me from below, using my body for his pleasure. I screamed out, my nails scratching down his chest.

“That’s right,” he growled against my lips, kissing me messily. “Take it, sweetheart...take my fucking dick. You asked for it hard, didn’t you?” He slammed into me over and over, his massive length hitting me in the exact right spot every single time.

He sat up abruptly, wrapping both arms around my ass and back to keep me in place. He continued fucking me senseless like this, his powerful thighs lifting me up and down his dick in a brutal pace.

I was wrapped around him completely, my tits bouncing in his face as he pounded me. “Jean!”

“Mmm, that’s it sweetheart,” he grunted against my ear, kissing my neck while never slowing down. His pace was relentless, inhuman almost.

“Scream my name.” He was holding all my weight easily, muscles bulging as he used me for pure pleasure.

“Fuck, my perfect girl...taking every fucking inch. Crying my name. You’re so good for me.” Each thrust made me see stars.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he destroyed my pussy. I looked down at him between my shaking tits—his handsome face buried in my neck and chest, kissing and marking every inch of me while he fucked me senseless.

He looked up, finding my dazed, open mouth. Without hesitation, he captured my lips in a heated kiss, biting and sucking on them while continuing to pound into me. I moaned into his mouth, feeling his huge dick hit that perfect spot inside me over and over.

His massive length kissed my cervix perfectly each time, sending waves of pleasure and slight pain through me. He was hitting me in the most primal way possible.

“Jean...oh God...” I whimpered into his lips, my body starting to shake uncontrollably.

Our breaths mingled heavily, our faces so close that our noses brushed against each other. We were staring into each other's eyes intensely as he fucked me mercilessly.

The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming—our foreheads pressed together, lips parted and panting against each other's mouth.

“This would make such a beautiful painting,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with lust and emotion.

He was watching my face contort with pleasure, my mouth hang open, eyes glazed over. “The way I’m fucking you right now... the way you’re taking it...”

“The way you look at me...like I’m everything.” He groaned, his pace getting just a little rougher. “I'd paint us like this—me buried inside you, holding you up, our faces so close. Your tits bouncing, your eyes fucked out. Me looking at you like you're my entire world.” He kissed me softly.

“It would be my masterpiece.”

I couldn’t even form words anymore—just a continuous stream of helpless moans and whimpers. The thought of him capturing this moment on canvas, preserving this intimate act as art...it made me even hotter, my pussy clenching and gushing around his cock.

“Mmm, yes,” he encouraged, feeling me tighten. “That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“The thought of me painting this...of immortalizing the way I fuck you, the way you take my dick.” He thrust deep and grinded his hips against mine.

“Maybe I’ll hang it in a gallery. Let the whole world see how I own this pussy.” He growled, biting my lip and sucking it into his mouth.

“Or maybe,” he purred against my mouth, “I’ll show it to my art professor. He’ll see my masterpiece—me nailing my girl to my dick—and give me the highest grade.”

The dirty, arrogant words pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my whole body shaking and convulsing as pleasure overwhelmed me.

My pussy clenched tightly around his cock, gushing juice all over him as I screamed out, my orgasm hitting me like a truck.

“FUCK! JEAN!”

As soon as my body tensed and my eyes rolled back, he knew I was coming. He caught me quickly, pulling me back down onto his dick as he kept thrusting. He used my body for his own release, his pace getting erratic and messy as he filled me with his hot cum.

“Ah, fuck!” He groaned, bottoming out inside me and holding still as he came hard. His arms wrapped tightly around my back, pinning me to his chest as he emptied his balls into my convulsing pussy.

“Take it all, sweetheart...” He buried his face in my neck, biting down gently as he filled me up.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us panting and sweaty. His softening cock was still inside me, leaking cum out around the edges.

He pressed gentle kisses to my neck, shoulder, and between the valley of my tits. His hands stroking my back soothingly as we came down from our highs.

When he finally pulled out carefully, a flood of our combined juices spilled out of me, landing on the sheets beneath us.

He cradled me against his chest, both of us still breathing heavily. “You’re fucking incredible,” he whispered, kissing my forehead. “My perfect muse.” He pulled me more comfortably against his body. “I’m definitely painting this scene tomorrow.”

I giggled, slapping his chest playfully. “You better not show it to anyone though,” I warned, giving him a look. He just laughed, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured against my skin, hand sliding possessively down to rest on the curve of my thigh.

Jean smirked against my skin, his hand sliding down to grip my thigh possessively. “Even though I’d love to show everyone how I destroy this pussy,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied.

“I’d rather keep it to myself. I’ll just jerk off to it. Probably use my own cum as paint—make it even more real. My actual seed on the canvas, capturing how I ruin you.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

I shook my head, laughing breathlessly and slapping his chest again. “You freak,” I said fondly, but there was no mistaking how turned on I still was by his words. He just grinned, that arrogant, handsome smile that made my stomach flip.

“The best kind of freak,” he corrected, kissing me deeply. “Yours.”

We kissed deeply, slowly, savoring each other. It wasn't frantic or desperate anymore—just tender and intimate. He pulled me completely against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

I snuggled in, feeling safe and cherished. His other hand idly traced patterns on my back as we both drifted toward sleep, sticky and satisfied.

[chr6mestars]

◟♯ . JUJUTSU KAISEN . !

fluff 「ᢉ𐭩」 smut 「.ᐟ」 angst 「✦」

𝜗𝜚 ┈ 𝑡𝑜𝑗𝑖 𝑓𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑜 ｡

naughty valentine 「.ᐟ」 ⋮

𝜗𝜚 ┈ 𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖 ｡

soft waves & ur body 「.ᐟ」 ⋮

[chr6mestars]

౿ 𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ── .✦ 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐟

༄ a/n :: it’s awfully been a while so sorry i’ve had bad writers block, ZERO motivation, and no ideas of what to write BUT peep out the new layout AND ALSO HAII @st6rify this is my valentine’s day gift from me to you! surprise hehe!! >O< Happy Valentine’s Day!! ♡

༄ parings :: toji x fem! reader

༄ ꒰ p in v (unprotected).ᐟ oral (f & m receiving).ᐟ toji being a massive eater.ᐟ ex toji.ᐟ toji knowing you’ll still let him hit after the break up.ᐟ smut with plot.ᐟ gets soft at the end.ᐟ ꒱

༄ fanart by muffin_art_m on insta

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ❜ 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ❜

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, save for the faint hum of the city outside. The living room was dimly lit, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the floor.

A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the coffee table, its deep red hue mirroring the bitterness lingering in my chest.

𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆’𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚.

Once a date circled in pink hearts on the calendar, now just another reminder of what—or rather, who—was missing.

The breakup hadn’t been messy, just...inevitable. Toji had always been a hurricane—wild, unpredictable, leaving destruction in his wake without a second thought. And me? I’ve been the fool who stood in the eye of the storm, believing I could weather it.

The wineglass pressed cool against my lips as I took another sip, the rich flavor doing little to numb the ache.

Just as the clock struck midnight, a sharp knock echoed through the apartment.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Frowning, I set the glass down and padded to the door. Looking through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat as I saw who was standing outside.

Toji.

Of course, he was here.

I opened the door, staring at him with an annoyed look on my face. “…What are you doing here?”

Toji stood before me, looking as annoyingly attractive as always. His messy black hair disheveled, his strong jawline set in a stubborn line, his intense emerald eyes fixated on me. He held out a bouquet of my favorite flowers.

I snatched the bouquet from his hands—though it didn’t mean he was forgiven.

My glare sharpened. “You better have a good reason why you’re—”

Before I could finish, Toji growled, “Shut up,” and yanked me forward by the waist, crashing his lips against mine in a searing kiss.

The flowers tumbled to the floor, forgotten.

His mouth was demanding, relentless, swallowing my gasp of protest as his hands tangled in my hair. And damn him—because despite everything, my body remembered him instantly, melting into the heat of his touch.

As I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, Toji hoisted me up like I weighed nothing. My legs coiled around his waist tightly, the thin material of my nightgown riding up with the motion, leaving me exposed.

Toji’s hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, making me shudder. His grip was firm, possessive, as he kicked the door shut and walked towards the bedroom.

My heart slammed against my ribcage, a mix of anger and desire coursing through me. I should have pushed him away, should have told him to leave. But there was a part of me—a traitorous, desperate part—that had missed this.

As he carried me towards the bedroom, I couldn’t help but press my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him.

We stumbled into the bedroom, Toji kicking the door closed behind him. The room was bathed in shadows, the only light coming in was the moon shining through the nearby window.

He reached the bed and tossed me onto it, my body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. Within moments, he was on top of me, his weight settling against me, pinning me in place.

His eyes were dark with hunger as he looked down at me, his gaze roaming over my body.

The nightgown I wore was short and thin, leaving very little to the imagination. I watched as his gaze lingered on my exposed thighs.

His hands started to rover over me, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.

I let out a soft gasp as his fingers skimmed the edge of the nightgown, the touch feather-light, yet somehow searing.

He shifted, his mouth trailing down the column of my neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands pushed the fabric of the nightgown up, up, exposing more and more of my skin.

I arched my back slightly, a silent plea for more. His hands on me felt like electric sparks, igniting a wildfire under my skin.

“Toji...” His name escaped my lips on a whisper, desperate and needy.

Toji leaned a bit closer, bringing his face just inches from mine. His voice was rough, his breath hot on my lips, as he whispered, “I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

His hand came up to cup my chin, tilting my face up so that I met his gaze head-on. There was a look in his eyes I couldn’t quite place—something between guilt and raw desire.

I tried to look away, to cling to my anger, but it was melting away under the heat of his touch.

His grip tightened slightly, fingers pressing into my cheeks as he held my face in place. His lips curled into that cocky smirk I hated—loved—so much.

“Forgive me, doll?” he murmured, voice dripping with that arrogant charm that always made my stomach flip.

The nickname was a low blow, one he knew would get to me. And sure enough, despite myself, a shiver ran down my spine. I tried to maintain my stern expression, but it was cracking already.

His thumb brushed against my lower lip, a silent demand to open for him. I wanted to resist, but I felt my resolve crumble. My lips parted slightly, allowing his thumb to slip inside.

A low hiss escaped Toji’s throat, his eyes darkened impossibly further. The sight of me, obediently taking his thumb into my mouth, seemed to please him immensely.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. His gaze never wavered from mine, watching my every reaction.

His words sent another thrill through me, fueling the fire growing in my veins. I obeyed, swirling my tongue around his thumb, taking it deeper into my mouth. My eyes closed shut, a soft moan escaping me.

“That’s it, doll,” Toji whispered, his voice was ragged with need. “Just like that, you’re doing so good for me. So obedient, so perfect.”

I could feel him shift on top of me, pressing closer, the heat of his body seeping through our clothes.

The moment his thumb left my lips, Toji crashed his mouth against mine again—no teasing this time, just raw, desperate heat. His kiss was relentless, teeth nipping at my lower lip before his tongue swept in, claiming every inch.

One hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back as the other gripped my thigh, dragging me flush against him. I could feel every hard line of his body, the way his hips rolled against mine—already seeking friction, already needing.

“Missed this,” he growled between kisses, his voice rough. “Missed you.”

And damn him—because I had too.

I couldn’t deny it, even as my brain screamed at me to resist. His kisses made my head spin and my body thrum, the memories and feelings of all those nights together flooding back in a wave of heat.

I hated how much I wanted this, hated how easily I melted under his touch. “Toji...” I whispered against his lips, my voice betraying my need for him, “Please...”

A low, possessive sound rumbled in his chest, his grip on me tightening. He was always rougher, more demanding when he had me like this—underneath him.

“Please what, doll?” he asked, his mouth moving down my neck, biting and sucking at my skin. “Use that pretty little mouth and ask me nicely.”

He wanted to hear me beg, the bastard. And goddamnit, I was close to it.

It took everything not to let out the needy whine that was building in my throat. “You know what I want,” I said instead, my voice cracking a bit.

He lifted his head, those damnable green eyes flickering with victory.

“Oh, I do know, doll,” he teased, his voice low and silky. His eyes gleamed with an arrogant satisfaction, as if he already knew he had me right where he wanted me. “But I want to hear you say it. You know how much I love hearing you say it.”

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, whispering, “Beg.”

My breath hitched in my throat. I hated how he could always reduce me to a quivering mess. Damn him.

“Please...” I whispered, my voice shaky with need. His smirk widened, his hand gripping my jaw, forcing me to look at him.

He looked far too pleased with himself, but there was also a heat in his eyes that made my stomach somersault. “Please what? Be specific, doll.”

“Please,” I repeated, my words coming out in a breathy gasp,

“Fuck me Toji.”

Toji’s eyes darkened with lust, his grip on me tightening further. “Such a polite little thing when you want something, aren’t you?” he murmured, his mouth brushing against my neck.

His lips crashed back onto mine, swallowing my moans as his hands slid beneath the hem of my nightgown. In one rough motion, he yanked it up and over my head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.

The sudden cool air against my bare skin made me shiver—but not for long. Toji’s calloused palms were already roaming, tracing every curve, every dip like he was relearning me.

“Fuck, missed this,” he growled against my mouth, his hips grinding down, letting me feel exactly how much he’d missed me.

And then his hands were everywhere—gripping my waist, palming my tits, tugging at my hair—each touch possessive, claiming. Like he was determined to remind me exactly who I belonged to.

His thumb brushed over my nipple, sending a jolt straight to my core, and I arched against him, desperate for more. “Toji—”

He silenced me with another bruising kiss, his other hand sliding between us, fingers hooking into the waistband of my underwear. “Need these off too,” he muttered, already tugging them down my legs.

The fabric snagged briefly before giving way, and he tossed them aside like they were an afterthought. Toji’s gaze burned over me—naked, trembling, completely at his mercy.

His cock strained against the front of his sweatpants, thick and heavy, and I reached for him instinctively.

“Patience,” he warned, catching my wrist.

He smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief and hunger as he captured my wrist, stopping me from reaching for his throbbing cock.

Instead, he turned his attention back to my body, his hands roaming over every inch of my skin like a starving man.

He leaned down and now his mouth was everywhere—kissing, sucking, biting gently at my neck, my collarbone, my tits. Each mark made me gasp and writhe beneath him. He was branding me, claiming me, making sure I’d feel him everywhere tomorrow.

He moved lower, his lips pressing hot kisses to my stomach, my hips, the insides of my thighs. His hands spread me open roughly, fingers digging into my flesh as he buried his face between my legs without warning.

A muffled groan vibrated against my pussy as he inhaled deeply. I cried out loudly, gripping the sheets beneath me as he devoured me like a man who was starved.

His tongue delved deep, exploring every fold with relentless hunger. The sound of his mouthwatering, slurping, and sucking filled the room as he ate me out like a man possessed. His face was buried so deep between my thighs that only his messy black hair was visible.

Toji was feasting. His tongue flicked, lapped, and sucked like he had zero plans of stopping anytime soon. One hand gripped my inner thigh hard enough to bruise while his thumb found my clit, rubbing relentless circles.

“Fuck—toji, I can’t—” I bucked against his face, but he just growled and held me down tighter.

He ignored my pleas, his mouth working faster, tongue thrusting deeper. His fingers spread me wider, giving him better access to my dripping pussy. The wet sounds of his eating echoed through the room mixed with my broken moans and whimpers.

Lost in bliss, I reached down blindly, grabbing a handful of his messy hair and pushing it back from his face.

Toji looked up at me through heavy-lidded eyes, his mouth shiny with my juices, cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on my clit. The sight was obscene and incredibly hot.

He didn’t break eye contact as two thick fingers slid inside me without warning, curling up perfectly against that spongy spot.

His tongue kept working my clit in relentless circles while his fingers pumped in and out like he was drilling me open.

The dual pleasure had me screaming, my thighs clamping around his head, but he just growled and pushed deeper, harder.

My thighs trembled violently, toes curling as pressure built unbearably in my belly. My walls started fluttering around his fingers and my hips couldn't help but buck up into his face.

Toji pulled back just enough, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark with command. “Don’t fucking cum till I tell you,”

“P-please...” I whimpered, writhing as he continued to eat me out with brutal intensity. His fingers thrust harder, tongue swirling faster, pushing me right up to that edge and holding me there. My legs shook uncontrollably, hands fisting the sheets.

“Please what?” he growled against my pussy, not slowing down for a second. His thumb pressed extra hard on my clit, rubbing punishing circles. “Can’t understand you when you're sobbing.”

The humiliation had fresh tears streaming down my face as I shook my head desperately. “I—I need to—”

“No.” He shoved three fingers inside, stretching me obscenely.

“Such a desperate little thing,” he murmured against my pussy, finally slowing his fingers and tongue. He looked up at me with dark eyes filled with satisfaction and dominance. “Look at you begging so prettily.” His thumb circled my clit gently this time.

“Go ahead then.”

“Oh fuck—” I gasped, my body convulsing as I came hard on his fingers and tongue. White fluid gushed out around his thick digits, coating them completely. Toji groaned in pleasure at the taste and sight, licking up every drop greedily like a starving man.

Toji groaned in satisfaction, licking his lips clean. “That’s my girl.”

He smeared some of my wetness across my chest, spreading it over my tits before immediately leaning down to suck and lick it off.

His mouth was just as hungry and skilled on my tits as it had been on my pussy, biting and sucking hard enough to leave marks.

My hands found their way into his hair, pulling his mouth off my tit with a wet pop.

Our eyes met—his dark and possessive, mine probably looking completely wrecked.

He didn’t fight it, just watched me with that intense gaze before leaning in and capturing my lips in a deep, filthy kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue and it made me whimper against his mouth.

I tugged at his hoodie and shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. Toji sat up just long enough to yank both over his head, revealing his sculpted torso—hard muscle, defined abs, the V-line leading right to his waistband.

He didn’t even let the silence last a second before crashing back down onto me, our bare chests pressing together.

“Toji,” I whined, my fingers digging into his biceps as I squirmed beneath him. My thighs wrapped around his waist on instinct, pulling him closer. “Need it so badly—” I tugged desperately at his sweatpants, voice breaking. “Please, I can’t wait anymore...”

His eyes darkened at my desperation, and with one rough motion he shoved down the fabric.

“Say it clearer,” he demanded, voice rough. “Tell me exactly what you need, doll.”

“Your cock,” I whined, fingers scraping down his biceps.

He laughed roughly, the sound making my pussy clench. “Then suck it like the desperate little slut you are,” he ordered, pulling his thick cock out of his sweats. It slapped against his abs, hard and leaking at the tip.

In one swift move, he flipped us over. Now I was straddling his lap, hovering above his thick cock while he lay’s back against the pillows.

I wasted no time leaning down to attack his neck and chest with eager kisses and sharp bites. My teeth sank into his pecs, my lips latched onto his abs, marking him everywhere like he had me.

“Fuck—” he groaned when my teeth sank into his pec, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest.

He grabbed my chin roughly, stopping my descent down his body. His eyes bored into mine, full of command and lust.

“Be a good girl and put that pretty fucking mouth where it exactly belongs,” he ordered, his thumb pressing against my bottom lip.

He released my face, leaning back onto his elbows to watch with hungry eyes as I grabbed his cock. I wasted no time, immediately wrapping my lips around the head and taking him deep.

My mouth was stretched obscenely around his thick length, saliva already dripping down as I bobbed up and down.

My jaw ached as I took him deeper, his tip hitting the back of my throat. He was so thick, my lips could barely stretch around him. I gagged softly, eyes watering but I didn't stop, my head moving up and down in a swift motion.

“Fuck,” he hissed out a breath, watching intently as my mouth slid up and down his shaft. “Such a good fucking girl…”

“Look at you taking it so perfectly...that pretty mouth was made for sucking my cock,” he muttered, his hips slowly thrusting up to meet my mouth.

One hand snaked down to tangle in my hair, applying just enough pressure to guide my movements without being too forceful.

I picked up the pace, my head moving faster as I sucked him harder. Wet, gagging sounds filled the room with each thrust into my throat. Toji’s breath hitched, his abs tensing as he watched me eagerly.

“Phone,” he suddenly demanded, voice strained. “Get my phone out of my pocket.”

I reached into his pocket, grabbing his phone and handing it to him without stopping my movements. He quickly unlocked it with one hand, finding the camera app and opening it.

The moment he pressed record, his other hand gripped the back of my head firmly, taking control of my movements. “That’s it,”

“Fucking take it deeper,” he growled, pushing my head down further as he started recording. My nose pressed against his pelvis as I gagged around his length.

He held me there for a moment before pulling me back up slowly. “Look at the camera while you suck my cock.”

I forced my eyes open, blurry with tears and lust, meeting the camera lens. My reflection showed a desperate, drool-covered mess with his cock shoved down my throat.

Each thrust made my tits jiggle, my nipples hard and sensitive. He fucked my face harder now, the phone capturing every obscene detail—the wet sounds, my swollen lips, the way my throat bulged. “Perfect.”

Suddenly, he lost control, his hand gripping my head tightly as he started face-fucking me brutally. His hips snapped forward rapidly, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each forceful thrust. Tears streamed down my face, saliva dripping down my chin and onto my tits.

He panted heavily, his abs flexing with each powerful thrust. He looked over at the mirror, seeing my reflection. My tits bouncing with each face-fucking, my body being pushed back slightly with each snap of his hips. He pulled the phone over, capturing the lewd sight.

The camera captured the raw, animalistic scene—my face flushed red, mouth stuffed with his thick cock, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He angled the phone to show both our reflections in the mirror—the contrast of his muscular body fucking my small frame mercilessly. “Shit...”

He dropped the phone onto the sheets, both hands now gripping my head as he completely lost himself. His hips drilled forward, his cock fucking my throat like a piston. I could barely breathe, just make desperate muffled noises around his shaft.

“Mmmph—mmmphhh!” I gagged, trying to stay still as he used me.

“That’s it, baby—”

“Take every fucking inch—gag on it, choke on it, fucking love it,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming more desperate. “Look at you—such a desperate little slut for my cock. Can’t even form words anymore, can you? Just making those pretty little gagging sounds.” His fingers tightened in my hair, using me however he wanted.

He groaned louder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he felt his climax approaching. “Gonna fuckin’—nngh—ruin that pretty mouth,” he warned, his grip on my head becoming almost painful.

His cock throbbed noticeably in my throat, pre-cum leaking down my esophagus. “Swallow it, doll—swallow every fucking drop.”

With a final brutal thrust deep into my throat, he came hard. His entire body shuddered as he held my head in place, his cock pulsing as it filled my stomach with his hot seed. I coughed and choked around his length, feeling his cum hit the back of my throat directly.

“Shit.” he hissed, slowly pulling his sensitive dick out of my face. A thick string of saliva and cum connected his tip to my swollen lips. He panted heavily, watching me spit and cough, his cum dribbling out of my mouth and onto my chest.

“Look at that fucking mess,” he muttered, watching his cum run down my tits. He reached down, smearing it across my skin with his fingers. “Such a dirty little slut. Taking my load like that.”

He brought his two fingers to my mouth, pushing them past my lips. “Clean me off,” he ordered gruffly. I wrapped my tongue around them, sucking and licking his fingers clean of his own cum, making obscene slurping noises. “Atta girl,”

I moaned softly around his fingers, swirling my tongue around them desperately, not wanting him to pull away. My eyes looked up at him pleadingly, wanting more.

He smirked down at me, feeling my desperate tongue work his digits. “Already greedy for me again, huh?”

I crawled over him slowly. I straddled his lap, my pussy already dripping wet and aching for him. I looked into his eyes with a hungry expression, “Need more,” I whimpered softly. “Please...”

He growled low in his throat, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he helped me position myself over his already hardening cock again.

“Fucking needy little thing,” he muttered, slapping my ass lightly. “Ride it then. Take what you need.”

I reached between us, grabbing his thick length and guiding it to my entrance. I rubbed the head of his cock against my clit, making myself shiver with need.

“Mmm—” I moaned softly, then slowly began to sink down onto him. “Fuck.”

I placed my hands flat against his broad chest, feeling his muscles tense beneath my palms as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I gasped as inch after inch disappeared inside me, stretching me around his thick cock.

“So—so big,” I whimpered, pausing once I’d taken him completely. My thighs trembled slightly, adjusting to his size.

My nails dug into his skin as I felt every inch stretching me out. My head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream as his thickness filled me completely.

I rolled my hips experimentally, feeling how perfectly he fit inside me. “So full,” I whimpered.

His eyes darkened with lust as he watched me impale myself on his length. “Move,” he commanded hoarsely, his hands gripping my hips tightly to encourage movement.

“Fucking ride me like you mean it.” His fingers dug into my soft flesh possessively. “Use my cock.”

I began to bounce on his cock with small, desperate movements, my tits bouncing with each movement. I moaned softly, loving how deep he went inside me this way.

“Feels so good,” I whimpered, finding a rhythm that made his cock hit my deepest spots perfectly.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he watched his cock disappear inside you repeatedly. “Fuck, fucking love those sounds,” he groaned, his hands lifting to squeeze my bouncing tits.

“Use that tight pussy—ride me harder.” He slapped my ass sharply, encouraging faster movements.

I threw my head back, crying out loudly as his slap stung my ass. I began to ride him faster, harder, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

My inner walls clenched around his thick length with each bounce, making wet slapping sounds as our bodies collided.

“That’s it—fuck, just like that,” he praised, his fingers digging into my tits painfully.

He sat up slightly, wrapping his free arm around my waist to pull me down harder onto his thrusting hips. His mouth latched onto one of my bouncing nipples, sucking harshly as he pounded up into me.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin as leverage to slam myself down harder onto his cock.

“Ah—mmph—fuck yes—” I cried out, my muscles burning but I didn't care. I needed this. Needed him.

His cock hit deeper with each thrust now, and his teeth scraped against my sensitive nipple.

I suddenly cupped his face, pulling him up for a messy, desperate kiss. Our teeth clattered together, tongues tangling roughly as I poured all my need and desire into the kiss. I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss to pant against his mouth.

“Harder—fuck me harder,” I demanded, wrapping my arms around his neck for support.

He looked into my eyes, his intense gaze locking with mine. No words were exchanged. He simply nodded once, understanding clear in his expression. He wrapped his strong arms securely around my back, holding me steady against his pounding rhythm.

“Ah, ah, ah!” I cried out repeatedly with each powerful thrust. His cock slammed into my deepest spots, making me see stars. “F-Fuck, yes, yes!” I chanted, holding onto him tightly.

His thick shaft stretched my hole wide, the head of his dick kissing my cervix with each brutal thrust. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room, along with our sweaty skin slapping together loudly.

He suddenly grabbed my hips tightly and rolled us over, taking control again. He hovered over me, his muscular arms holding his weight above me as he pounded into me from above.

His strong thighs pushed my legs back and wide, giving him deeper access. He was back between my legs.

I gripped his forearms tightly, my head thrown back into the pillow as I took his rough thrusts. My eyes rolled back every time his thick cock slammed home.

“Oh god—oh god!” My hands moved restlessly over his sweaty chest and arms, touching everything I could reach.

His eyes darkened with pure lust as he watched my body writhe beneath him. My full tits bouncing with each impact, my hair wild and messy, mouth open in silent cries.

He spread my legs wider, watching his thick length disappear inside me over and over again. “So fucking beautiful,”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss that made my toes curl. I immediately tangled my hands in his messy hair, holding him close as he kissed me like his life depended on it.

His strong back dipped lower, giving him even better leverage to pound into me at a new angle that made his cock hit a whole new spot.

I whimpered against his lips, “Deeper—faster, please!” My nails scraped his scalp as I pulled him closer. The new angle had his thick cock hitting my deepest, most sensitive spots perfectly.

I was practically seeing stars with each brutal thrust now. “Faster, Toji, faster!” I cried into his mouth.

“Fuck, doll.” He growled against my lips before snapping his hips back and snapping them forward again brutally fast.

He grabbed the headboard tightly, using it as leverage to fuck me senseless. The bed frame began to bang rhythmically against the wall with each powerful thrust.

“Is this what you wanted? Answer me.” Slam.

His other hand suddenly wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly as he leaned down to bite my bottom lip.

“You want me to fuck you stupid, baby? Make you forget your own name?” Slam. His thumb pressed against my windpipe.

I nodded frantically, my eyes rolled back completely. “Yes, yes, yes!” I chanted, completely lost in the pleasure. My legs locked around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

He tightened his grip on my throat and the headboard, completely taking control. He fucked me like an animal, no rhythm, just pure raw fucking.

Loud, pornographic moans filled the room as he let go of my throat to grip the headboard with both hands.

His thrusts were brutal and uncontrollable now. My nails dug into his back, leaving red scratches as I held on for dear life.

The room filled with the sounds of wet slapping flesh, the headboard banging against the wall, and my loud, desperate moans.

He spread my legs impossibly wide, watching his massive length disappearing inside me over and over again. His balls slapped against my ass with each brutal snap of his hips.

He suddenly leaned down, capturing my lips in a messy, Pulling back slightly, he gasped against my mouth, “Where do you want it hmm? Tell me where to cum.”

“Inside,” I breathed against his lips, my legs shaking uncontrollably around his waist. “Want to feel you—all of it.” My scratched marks burned across his back, red lines marring his muscular skin.

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?”

“Yes,” I nodded fervently, my inner walls clenching tightly around his thick shaft. “Please— please, Toji.” I buried my face in his neck, whispering hoarsely, “Breed me. Fill me with your cum.” My dirty words pushed him over the edge.

He wrapped his powerful arms tightly around me, burying his face in my neck as he let out a primal roar. His massive cock throbbed deep inside me before exploding with what felt like gallons of hot, thick cum.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“OH FUCK, I’M—I’M—” I lost all coherence, my whole body convulsing as I squirted uncontrollably all over his heavy balls and the sheets beneath us.

“AH! AH! FUCK! TOJI!” I moaned into his ear. My teeth sunk into his shoulder as his cock pulsed and throbbed unreleased into me.

We were both completely undone, reduced to moaning, shaking messes wrapped tightly around each other. His massive body shook with aftershocks, his released buried deep inside me. My legs were still locked around his waist, my scratches raw down his back.

He stayed buried deep inside me, his cock still twitching and releasing the last few spurts even after the main explosion. My walls continued milking him, small orgasmic waves making me gush around his length. Our sweat-slicked bodies were completely stuck together, breathing raggedly into each other’s necks.

“Too much...” I whimpered against his neck, my body still convulsing around his massive cock.

I could feel him throbbing inside me, still releasing small amounts of cum. My squirting had slowed down but hadn’t stopped completely.

He just held me tighter, his hips making small circles to keep his softening cock buried deep. “Fuck, you’re still squirting doll...” He pulled back slightly to look at my face, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Look at this mess...” He murmured, pulling back slightly to look at the wet spot underneath us. The sheets completely drenched. “You soaked everything...”

He buried his face back in my neck, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, I love it.”

My thighs trembled uncontrollably, still sticky and full from his cum pooling inside me. “I can’t— I can’t feel my legs,” I giggled breathlessly against his shoulder, running my fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

He chuckled darkly, his arms tightening around my waist possessively. “Good. Stay like this.”

We lay entwined in the messy sheets, both panting and breathless. Toji’s weight was comforting and familiar, and his strong body pressed against mine felt like home.

He shifted, lifting his torso up slightly to look down at me. His gaze was softer now, devoid of the arrogant cockiness from before. He pushed a lock of hair away from my face and spoke.

His thumb traced my bottom lip, the touch gentle. “I’m sorry, doll,” he said, his voice gruff but sincere. “For being a complete jackass. For taking you for granted. For not realizing what I had until I lost it.”

He continued, his eyes searching mine, “I promise I’ll be better. Not just for me, but for us.”

There was a rawness in his voice, a vulnerability that was rare for him. He was laying himself bare, apologizing not just for his past behavior, but for everything that had led us astray.

His thumb brushed my cheek, wiping away sweat—or maybe tears, I wasn’t even sure anymore.

“No more stupid shit. No more walking away.” A pause, then his lips quirking slightly. “...Unless you’re into that. Then I can make exceptions.”

I swatted his shoulder, but my laugh was watery.

Toji caught my wrist, kissing my palm. “I mean it,” he said, gaze locking onto mine. “You’re stuck with me forever.

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a kiss softer than any he’d given me before. It was like a promise, a vow sealing our new beginning.

When he pulled away, a cocky grin curled his lips as he asked, “Will you be my Valentine?”

I couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped me as I nodded, my heart feeling lighter than it had in months.

“Yes,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ll be your Valentine.”

Toji brought a hand up to wrap it around the nape of my neck, tugging me in for another kiss. This time it was softer, less desperate, more affectionate.

He pulled me closer, guiding me to lie down fully on top of him. His other hand slid down my back, fingers tracing the dip at the base of my spine as he nuzzled into my hair.

We were tangled up in each other, a mess of limbs and sheets, and it felt so right.

[chr6mestars]

⋆.˚ 𝐒𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 ᝰ.ᐟ

i just know he’s an overprotective person i feel it in my bones :3

fluff.ᐟ robert stands up for you.ᐟ robert takes care of you.ᐟ robert x drunk! reader.ᐟ kissing.ᐟ z-team being assholes.ᐟ

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤, feeling slightly stressed and looking to unwind.

I, the newest member of the group, had been with them for just a few months and was already feeling like the odd one out.

As we walked into the bar, everyone’s eyes immediately sought out the drink selection and they quickly ordered a round of shots, passing them around the table.

“Bottoms up, newbie!” Sonar grinned, sliding a shot toward me with a wink. The others laughed—Flambae clinked his glass, Invisigal already downed hers—and I hesitated just a second too long.

“Come on, Y/N,” Coupé teased. “Gotta keep up with the Z-Team tradition.”

One shot turned into three. Then five.

My head spun as Punch Up shouted another round.

Laughter got sharper, voices louder—jokes started landing like slaps. Malevola leaned in: “Wow, you’re adorable when you’re wasted.” Prism snorted.

“Just one more,” Invisigal cut in, already filling my glass.

I hesitated, smiling awkwardly. “I don’t think I can drink anoth—”

Invisigal pushed the glass up to my lips. “Don’t be a downer, Y/N.”

Laughter followed. I didn’t want to seem uptight, so I raised the glass and downed it. Bitter warmth burned my throat. My vision blurred at the edges, the room spinning with the pulsing music and neon lights.

It was all fun until it wasn’t.

Until the teasing started getting sharper.

Until “newbie” turned from playful to mocking.

“How sad, she can’t even handle her drinks.” Coupé spoke.

Invisigal up snickered. “She’s lucky we even invited her.”

My cheeks burned—not from the alcohol, but from humiliation. The laughter stung worse than the liquor.

From across the table, Robert’s jaw tightened. He’d been quiet most of the night, sipping his drink, watching the dynamic unfold. When he saw how my smile faded, that was it.

“Enough,” his voice cut through the noise like a blade.

The laughter faltered.

“What?” Invisigal scoffed. “We’re just messing around—”

“No,” Robert said, eyes narrowing. “You’re not. You’re ganging up on her.”

“You all think this is funny, but it’s pathetic. Real mature guys. Silence. The team shifted uncomfortably.

Robert stood, tossing a few bills on the table. “She’s done for the night. I’ll make sure she gets home.”

He pulled off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders. “You good?” he asked softly.

I nodded shakily. But I wasn’t good. I felt lonely. I felt hurt because how much their jokes had really stung. All I was trying to do was fit in.

Robert’s gaze swept over them, jaw set in anger.

“You should all be ashamed,” he said, his voice low and firm. “You think it’s funny to make someone feel small?”

“Robert we were all joking around sharing a few laughs, calm down.” Invisigal chuckled.

“Of course you think that’s funny because you’re a bunch of immature assholes who don’t know how to be a team.” Robert responded.

His eyes darkened as he continued, “You think you can just gang up on someone and call it a joke? It’s not. It’s pathetic. And honestly, it’s sad.”

He stepped back, guiding me toward the door, but not before adding one last line that cut through the silence like glass. “I hope you all are thinking right now whether you want to be part of a team that lifts each other up…or just a pack of cowards who kick someone when they’re trying their best to belong.”

He continues “I swear—if anything happens like this again, I will cut every single one of you off.”

Robert slid an arm around my waist, steady and sure, as I stumbled slightly on wobbly legs. “Come on,” he murmured, voice softer now. “Let’s get you out of here.”

I leaned into him—my head spinning, eyes stinging with unshed tears—and he gently lifted my arm over his shoulder, supporting me like I was something fragile worth protecting.

We stepped out into the cool night air, the noise of the bar fading behind us. Neon lights blurred into streaks as we walked towards his car.

“You okay?” he asked again, glancing down at me.

I swallowed hard. “Just…embarrassed.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said firmly. “They’re the ones who should be ashamed.”

As he opened the passenger door and helped me in, pulling my seatbelt across like I was someone precious—he didn’t look angry anymore.

He looked…tender.

Robert settled into the driver’s seat, starting the engine smoothly. The interior of the car was warm and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the bar we'd just left.

He turned to face me, his expression still concerned. “Where do you live?” he asked softly.

I rattled off the address, the words feeling thick on my tongue. The alcohol had left my head fuzzy. As Robert entered the location into his navigation, he glanced over at me again.

“You sure you’re alright?”

I nodded, my eyes slipping closed for a moment as I leaned against the window. The hum of the car’s engine and the sound of Robert’s steady breaths were almost soothing.

“Just…tired,” I murmured.

And it was true—not just from the alcohol, but from the adrenaline crash and the emotional turmoil of the evening. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and forget this night ever happened.

Robert must have noticed the exhaustion in my voice, because his driving became even more careful—he took each turn gently, avoiding any bumps in the road.

He kept quiet, letting the silence wrap around us like a balm, understanding that what I needed most was rest.

The streetlights cast a soft glow over his face as he focused on the road, the only sound was the rhythmic thump of the wipers against the occasional raindrop.

As the miles ticked by, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

Without realizing it, my head slid further down the window, my breathing slowly evening out.

Just as I started to doze off, a small part of me was aware of Robert’s gaze flicking over to me every few moments. Checking on me. Making sure I was really alright.

It should’ve been disconcerting, having someone watch me sleep, but somehow with him…it made me feel safe. Like I could let go, knowing he would keep watch.

It felt like mere seconds before the car came to a gentle stop, jolting me slightly from my half asleep state. Blinking against the streetlights, I recognized we were inside my apartment building garage.

Robert unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to me. “We’re here. Think you can make it inside?”

I nodded, fumbling with the seatbelt before pushing the door open. The cool air hit my face as I tried to step out—legs wobbly, head spinning.

I made it two steps before my knees buckled.

I fell forward onto the floor with a soft thud, more startled than hurt.

“Shit. Y/N!” Robert’s voice was sharp with panic.

The next second, he was out of the car and sprinting around to me, dropping to his knees beside me. “Hey—hey! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

I groaned slightly, blinking up at him under the dim glow of the garage. “M’fine… just… gravity hates me,” I slurred weakly.

He let out a breath—half-laugh, half-relief—and carefully slid an arm under my legs, scooping me.

“C’mon,” he murmured. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

Robert easily carried me over to the elevator, my body feeling light in his arms. I didn’t protest—I was too tired both physically and emotionally to do anything more than loop an arm around his neck for support.

He set the elevator to head up to my floor, then turned to me with a small smile. “Floor?” His voice was still tinged with worry.

I tried to focus on speaking clearly, but my tongue felt heavy in my mouth. “Mfffthh... third,” I managed.

Robert hummed in acknowledgment, hitting the correct button.

We waited in comfortable silence as the elevator ascended. I let my head loll against Robert’s chest, eyes fluttering shut again.

When the elevator lurched to a stop and the doors opened, I reluctantly picked my head up.

I could feel myself swaying slightly as I dug into my pocket, fingers feeling clumsy as I pulled out my apartment key.

Robert noticed me struggling, and gently took the key from my fumbling grip.

Robert took the key with a nod, shifting to hold me more comfortably in his arms before walking over to my apartment door.

There was a soft click as he inserted the key into the lock, turning it with a quiet twist. I felt a pang of embarrassment, realizing how vulnerable I must look—being carried into my own home by a coworker after a drunken night out.

But he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his hold on me only tightened as he pushed the door open, guiding us inside.

Robert stepped carefully into the dark apartment, gently shifting me in his arms as he reached out with one hand, feeling along the wall for a light switch.

After a second, his fingers found it.

Click.

Soft light flooded the living room from two floor lamps in opposite corners, casting a warm glow over everything.

It looked…homey. Pictures of me and family on the walls, a cozy couch covered in blankets, a bookshelf packed with plants and little trinkets.

Robert carefully set me down on the soft couch, adjusting a pillow behind my head to make sure I was comfortable.

The room spun again, and I closed my eyes, trying to will the world to stead itself.

“Let me get you some water,” he said softly, voice warm with concern.

He disappeared into the kitchen—fumbling slightly as he opened cabinets, clearly not knowing where anything was. But he didn’t complain.

After a moment, I heard the tap run and then his footsteps returning.

He came back with a glass of water. “Here,” he said gently, offering me the glass. “Drink at least half. It’ll help tomorrow.”

I tried to sit up, only to wobble dangerously, nearly dumping the water on myself.

Robert reacted instantly, steadying me with one strong hand, the other taking the glass from me before it could spill.

“Easy,” he said, guiding me gently into a sitting position. “Take it slow.”

I winced at my own clumsiness, feeling foolish. But he just held the glass to my lips, helping me drink without any judgment in his eyes.

Just patience and care.

The water felt cool against my dry throat, the steady pressure of Robert’s hand against mine grounding me. When I’d had enough, he eased the glass back, placing it on the coffee table within easy reach.

I leaned back against the couch, feeling a bit steadier now. The room still spun a little, but not nearly as badly now.

I looked up at Robert, feeling a wave of gratitude and embarrassment. He’s seeing me at my most vulnerable, and instead of mocking me...he helped.

“Thanks,” I murmured.

He smiled, that small but reassuring smile that made his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. “Don’t mention it. You just rest.”

But before he could get up, I reached out and caught his sleeve, stopping him.

“Robert?”

He turned back, eyes questioning. “Yeah?”

“Stay,” I said quietly, the words out of my mouth before I had fully realized what I was saying.

He paused, his eyes softening impossibly. “You sure?”

I nodded. For some reason, the thought of being alone right now made me feel lonely. Vulnerable. But having him here, even just for a bit longer it felt comforting.

Robert nodded, understanding flashing in his eyes.

He sat back down on the couch, positioned close enough that I could feel his warmth but still giving me just enough space to breathe. The cushions dipped under his weight, a solid, reassuring presence.

His arm stretched out along the back of the couch, almost but not quite touching me.

Before I could second-guess myself, I let my head tilt sideways, resting it gently against his lap.

My cheek rested against the soft fabric of his jeans, the warmth from his legs gently seeping into me.

My eyes drifted shut, and I let out a sigh—a mix of exhaustion and relief.

He didn’t stiffen or pull away. Instead, his hand moved almost involuntarily, fingers gently threading through my hair in a soothing rhythm.

The silence settled over us again, broken only by the soft rustle of fingers through hair. My eyelids felt heavy, and I felt myself sinking into the safety of the moment.

Then, before I could stop myself, a question slipped out. “Why’d you stand up for me against the team?”

Robert's fingers paused for just a moment, then resumed their gentle rhythm. When he spoke, his voice was soft, thoughtful.

“Because it was the right thing to do.”

I shifted, turning my body so I was lying fully on the couch now, head still resting in his lap. My eyes opened, gaze meeting his.

The position felt intimate, more so than before, but I was too exhausted to care. “But why did you do it?” I repeated, voice drowsy.

He considered the question for a moment, his fingers still lightly playing with my hair.

“Because I care,” he said finally, as if it was that simple.

Those two words seemed to echo in the room, their genuine simplicity washing over me like a wave.

A small part of me wanted to laugh it off, to make a joke out of the moment. But the sincerity in his eyes and the steady motion of his hand in my hair made it impossible.

“You barely know me,” I pointed out softly. “How can you care about someone you barely know?”

Robert exhaled, his thumb brushing lightly against my temple. “You’d be surprised,” he murmured.

His gaze flickered away for a second before meeting mine again. “I saw how hard you were trying to fit in with everyone. And then I watched how they treated you.” His voice tightened slightly.

“I just...couldn’t stand it.”

The raw honesty in his words sent a shiver through me—because no one had ever really seen that before.

Not the effort, not the loneliness, not the way I’d been grasping at belonging like it was something I could earn if I just tried hard enough.

I swallowed thickly. “They were just joking,” I mumbled weakly, an old defense reflex kicking in.

Robert’s fingers stilled in my hair again. His expression turned sharp—not angry at me, but for me. “No,” he said firmly. “Jokes don’t make people feel like shit.”

A beat passed before he added quietly, “You deserve better than that.”

Robert’s voice dropped to a near whisper, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone.

“During the few months you’ve been with us...” He hesitated for half a second, then exhaled. “You grew on me faster than anyone else ever has.”

His fingers stilled in my hair, holding eye contact like it was suddenly vital that I understood every word.

“It wasn’t just tonight—I noticed you from day one.” He confessed.

“I told myself it was nothing,” he admitted quietly, “but seeing them mess with you tonight? That burned straight through all my damn excuses.”

The air thickened with unspoken words. Robert’s eyes searched mine, vulnerability flashing briefly before he spoke again.

“I’ve liked you since the beginning.”

There it was—the confession laid bare. A truth he seemed to be wrestling with.

“But I’m scared you won’t believe me,” he murmured, “because you’re drunk right now, and probably think I’m just saying shit to say it.”

Robert hesitated for a breath, then slowly leaned down—his movements careful, giving me every chance to pull away.

His lips brushed against mine, soft and questioning. A spark flickered to life between us.

But before he could deepen the kiss, I whispered his name against his mouth— “Robert...”

The sound tore through him like a gunshot. He jerked back instantly.

“Shit—I shouldn’t have done that.” he blurted out, voice rough with guilt as he sat up straight. “I’m sorry.”

Before he could pull back any further, my hand shot up, softly grabbing the front of his button-up shirt.

The sudden motion caught him off guard, a hint of surprise crossing his face as I drew him back down to me.

We were close enough now that I could see the faint freckles on his face.

“Don’t apologize,” I whispered against his mouth.

Then I kissed him.

His breath hitched as my lips met his again—firmer this time, surer. His stubble scratched faintly against my palm where I cupped his cheek.

Robert inhaled sharply. For a split second, he tensed under my touch—afraid I wasn’t thinking straight, worried he was taking advantage.

But as I tugged him closer, his tension melted away.

A smile played across his lips mid-kiss, both a relief and an answer to his earlier doubts.

His hand found my waist, pulling me in, deepening the kiss without needing any more encouragement.

All I could feel was the heat of a his body, the rough scratch of his stubble, the taste of his breath.

We broke apart only for brief, desperate breaths before diving back together, more urgently each time. His hand tightened around my waist, pulling me closer still.

God, why did it feel this right? Why did being with him feel this natural?

Robert shifted, effortlessly lifting me up and settling me on his lap. His hands spread wide on my back, holding me steady as I hovered over him—close enough that our noses brushed.

Breathless, I framed his face between my hands, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones.

His eyes darkened, fixated on me like I was the only thing that mattered.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured softly.

“You’re just being nice,” I whispered back, running a thumb over his lower lip.

His lips parted slightly at my touch, but he didn’t break eye contact.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he said quietly. “Everything is full honesty when it comes to you.”

A shiver ran down my spine at the sincerity in his eyes. It was like he was laying himself bare in front of me.

I leaned in again, capturing his lips with mine—this time slower, deeper.

Our noses brushed as our mouths moved together. The sound of rain against the window mingled with the soft smacking of skin as our kiss quickly grew heated.

The kiss was unhurried now—wet smacks of lips parting and reconnecting, breaths shared between us in small gasps when we came up for air.

At some point the lights flickered and died. The room plunged into semi-darkness, leaving only the soft glow of the moon streaming through my apartment window.

In the new ambient lighting, everything felt even more intimate.

His fingers traced lines down my spine, sending ripples of heat through me. I moaned softly against his mouth, arching against the touch involuntarily.

The night outside might’ve shut down, but in that moment, all I could focus on was his body under mine, the heat of his skin, the way he tasted on my tongue.

His lips traveled to my neck, hot against my skin. I gasped softly, nails digging lightly into his scalp as I tilted my head back, arching into it.

He took his time, leaving an open-mouthed trail of kisses along my neck, nipping softly in spots. I shivered, breath unsteady as I tangled my fingers into his hair.

God, just the feel of him, the taste of him... it was setting my nerves on fire. And he definitely knew.

A low moan slipped from me, Robert’s name on my lips like a whisper and a prayer all at once.

“Robert...”

His hands tightened at the sound of it, almost bruising in their grip. I could feel the reaction ripple through his body.

He lifted his head from my neck, eyes dark under the moonlight.

Then he crushed his mouth back against mine, devouring me.

In one fluid motion, he stood, supporting my weight with ease as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.

Robert carried me effortlessly through the apartment. He opened the bedroom door with ease and close it with his foot, the latch clicking shut.

With the rest of the world out of reach, it was just us. Just the quiet sound of breaths, the press of bodies.

[chr6mestars]

⋆.˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 ᝰ.ᐟ

this man brought me out of retirement so hello i’m back lol

smut .ᐟ p in v .ᐟ making him late for work .ᐟ fingering .ᐟ

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets.

The city hums faintly beyond the window—early birds chirping, a distant siren wailing.

Robert groans softly, blinking against the light as he swings his legs off the edge of your bed.

He rubs his face. His button up is slung over a chair, pants throw on the floor, and shoes left by the door. His shift starts in twenty.

My voice is soft, still thick with sleep, as I shift under the sheets and blink at his silhouette.

“Leaving already?” I murmur, reaching out to trace a lazy line down his bare back.

Robert freezes—just for a second—then turns his head towards me, eyes warm but guilty.

“Gotta go,” he says quietly. “Early call.”

He slips on his pants, movements economical even in the half light. They hug his lean frame just right, the fabric falling in a rumpled line to his ankles.

Yanking his button down from the chair, he shrugs it on, concealing the scars lining his arms, shoulders, chest.

His back is turned to me. I can see the massive claw-mark scar across his back.

He sits on the edge of the bed, fingers moving deftly as he buttons up his shirt.

Behind him, I rise and wrap my arms around his neck, nuzzling into the soft space between his shoulder and neck.

“Just five more minutes,” I murmur against his skin, the words warm and soft.

Robert looks back at me, an affectionate sigh escaping his lips. “You say that every morning,” he says lowly. “And every morning I end up late.”

I grin against his skin, my lips tracing a soft line up his neck. “What’s five more minutes going to cost you?”

A low rumble escapes his chest, his head tilting back, exposing more of his throat to my mouth.

“A written warning, for one,” he mutters.

“Just a warning?” let my teeth graze the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling the muscles tense under my hands.

Robert lets out a low groan, eyes fluttering shut against the sensations I’m stirring in him.

“Y/N…” he breathes, his voice hoarse.

“You’re killing me...” Robert whispers, his fingers pausing on the last button.

My lips trail higher, brushing the edge of his jaw. “Then let me.”

A beat passes—his breath hitches—before he turns in my arms, pulling me onto his lap with a suddenness that steals my breath. His mouth crashes into mine, hot and desperate, like he’s been holding back for years instead of minutes.

The shirt stays half-buttoned. The clock keeps ticking.

He didn’t care.

It was just five more minutes.

I pressed myself closer to him, my fingers sliding into his hair. His hands are all over me, exploring and hungry, pushing the thin straps of my nightgown down.

His mouth moves down, leaving a trail of kisses over my neck, my chest, his stubble rough against my skin in a way that sends delightful shivers through me.

“Fuck,” he mutters against my collarbone. “The things you do to me...I’m never making it to work.”

He stands in one smooth motion, lifting me like I weight nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays me down gently on the bed, his body coming down on top of mine.

The sheets are still warm from our bodies, our mingled scents lingering in the air. His body pins me down, trapping me just where I want to be.

“I should’ve called in sick,” he murmurs, his mouth finding my neck again.

I wrap my arms around him, my fingers tracing idle patterns across his back, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric of his shirt. He shudders under my touch, his breath hot against my collarbone.

His hands are everywhere, roaming and greedy, as if trying to memorize every curve, every dip of my body.

I arch into him, my body seeking more, my mouth finding his ear. “God, I want you,” I whisper.

A low growl escapes him. He captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing inside, desperate.

His hips rock against mine, and I can feel his arousal straining through his pants, his self-control fraying rapidly.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, his hands sliding over my thighs, pushing the edge of the nightgown higher. Closer.

“Then let me be the last thing you feel,” I whisper, my fingers finding the buttons of his half-buttoned shirt.

I undo the remaining buttons of his shirt with trembling fingers, exposing the expanse of his bare chest to my touch.

My hands splay across his chest, tracing the familiar ridges of his muscles and scars, the ones I know so well, before sliding down towards his belt.

I can feel the heat radiating off him, the quick, ragged breaths he’s trying to contain.

He watches me, his eyes following the path of my fingers over his skin, his breath coming in soft pants. His jaw is clenched, his body rigid with barely contained control, but he doesn't move, letting me take the lead, letting me explore, like he's at my mercy.

The power of it is thrilling, to see this strong, capable man undone by my touch, trembling at the edge of restraint.

I look up at him through my lashes, fingers teasing the button of his pants. “Still think you should go to work?” I whisper, tugging slightly.

A low growl rumbles in his chest. His hands fist my thighs.

“Maybe,” he breathes—but he doesn’t stop me.

My fingers slip the button through the clasp, pulling down the zipper. His eyes darken, the pupils blown wide as I work his pants over his hips, down his thighs.

His hands move to help me, kicking them off impatiently, and then he's back on me, his weight pressing me into the mattress.

He captures my mouth again, his tongue delving deep, his skin against mine setting me alight, making the room spin.

“You’re gonna make me late,” he mutters between kisses, voice rough with need.

I slide my hand down his stomach, lower—brushing just where he aches.

“Then be late,” I whisper, squeezing softly.

He growls, hips bucking into my touch. “Y/N—fuck—”

He hooks his finger under the hem of my shorts—and in one smooth tug, he pulls them down, taking my underwear with them.

My breath hitches as he tosses them aside, his hands gliding back up my thighs, spreading me open beneath him.

His eyes burn into mine—dark, hungry—like I'm the only thing keeping him grounded.

His fingers trail slowly—maddeningly—up the inside of my thigh, feather-light, until one finger finally brushes through my folds.

A whimper escapes me, sharp and soft.

He smirks, watching me unravel under his touch. “So sensitive,” he murmurs, circling my clit with just the pad of his thumb.

I arch into him, breathless. “Robert—”

His breath is hot and ragged against my ear, his touch torturously light, barely enough to satisfy the growing need inside me.

“Is this what you wanted?” he whispers, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. “To keep me right here, just where you want me?”

I gasp, my hands gripping his forearm, desperate for something to anchor me.

“Please,” I manage, breathless.

He chuckles low, the sound sending tremors through me. “Please what, sweetheart?”

“You know what,” I whimper, hips bucking slightly under his maddening touch.

He grins, dark and knowing, before sliding a single finger inside me—slow, deep—drawing out a sharp cry.

“Like that?” he murmurs, adding another finger, curling them just right.

My back arches off the bed. “God—yes—”

His fingers move with a rhythm that feels too good to be fair, curling deep, thumb pressing just where I need it.

I'm trembling beneath him, breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coils tight in my stomach.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rough with desire. “Coming apart for me.”

My hips roll against his hand, chasing the edge.

“Shut up—” I pant.

He smirks and leans down until his lips brush my ear—warm breath sending sparks through me.

“Not a chance.”

He slowly withdraws his fingers, leaving me gasping at the loss—until I feel him position himself at my entrance, thick and hot.

One hand braces beside my head, the other guiding himself as he pushes inside with a slow, deliberate thrust.

I moan, arching into him as he fills me completely, stretching me in the best way.

“God… you feel so good,” he growls against my neck, hips pausing to let me adjust—before starting to move.

His thrusts begin slow and deep, each one dragging against my walls with a wet sound that fills the room.

With every push, he hits that sweet spot inside me, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, wanting him deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight...” He groans, speeding up his thrusts slightly.

One hand moves to grip my thigh possessively as he pulls it higher around his waist. The other hand finds its way into my hair, tilting my head back to kiss me messily.

His kisses are sloppy and demanding, matching the rhythm of his hips. He swallows my moans, his tongue exploring my mouth with the same intensity he's using to fuck me.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room along with our heavy breathing and wet noises.

His pace quickens further, the bed frame creaking with each vigorous thrust. He breaks away from the kiss, his forehead pressing against mine as he looks intense.

“You like that?” he grunts, snapping his hips particularly hard, making me jolt and whimper.

His eyes burn into mine, pupils dilated with lust. “Is this what you wanted?” he pants out roughly, his voice low and husky.

“Me being late for work just so I could fuck you?” He punctuates his words with sharp, deep thrusts, hitting my cervix each time.

His lips hover just above mine, close enough to feel his warm breath but not enough to actually kiss. He smirks slightly as I tilt my chin up, trying to catch his lips with mine.

“Mmm, so needy,” he teases, pulling back just out of reach before resuming his punishing pace.

His movements become even more frantic, his hips slamming into me at a rapid pace. The sound of wet, slapping skin fills the room as he takes complete control. I wrap my arms around him tightly, digging my nails into his back and moaning loudly into his neck.

“Ahh... fuck, Robert... right there...” I moan, my voice breaking as he hits that perfect spot deep inside me. My nails rake down his back, leaving red marks as I hold onto him desperately.

“Don’t stop... please don’t stop...” I beg between moans.

Hearing me beg turns him on so much that he finally captures my mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. His tongue pushes inside, tasting me as he continues to fuck me hard and fast.

His fingers tighten around my thigh, holding me in place as he pounds into me with increasing intensity.

The headboard slams against the wall with each thrust, echoing through the room.

He breaks away from the kiss, gasping for air as he looks down at where we’re joined.

“Look at how stretched you are around my cock,” he groans, watching himself disappear inside me over and over.

“You take me so fucking well...” His dirty talk sends tingles down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge. I feel my walls start to flutter around him.

As I arch my back, throwing my head back, Robert seizes the opportunity. He wraps his strong arms around my back, pulling me even closer as he continues to thrust deep inside me.

In this position, he’s able to hit that perfect spot with every stroke. “Fuck yes,”

He kisses a trail up to my chest, his eyes locked with mine as he fucks me deeply and steadily. He wants me to watch him, to see how deeply he’s claiming me. With each thrust, he emphasizes his point, making sure I feel every inch of him.

The sight of him between my legs, his muscular body moving over me, is so incredibly sexy. He groans as I tug on his hair gently, clearly enjoying how into it I am.

His movements become more urgent as he feels me getting closer. The wet sounds of sex fill the room along with our heavy breathing and moans.

He buries his face in my neck, thrusting deeper and faster as he fucks me through my orgasm. “That’s it, baby... cum for me...”

I scream out his name, my nails digging into his scalp as I pull his face harder against my neck. “Fuck…fuck, i’m cumming...” my walls clamp down around him, milking his length as I ride out my climax. Feeling me come undone around him sends Robert over the edge.

“Shit, shit...” he pants against my neck, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated as he chases his own release. My orgasm squeezes him tightly, making his cock throb inside me.

Our breaths slowly sync back to reality, tangled in the aftermath—skin slick, hearts pounding together.

He collapses beside me with a groan, one arm still draped over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll vanish.

After a long moment of quiet—the only sound our breathing and the distant city waking up—he pushes up on one elbow and looks at me. Sweat-damp hair clings to his forehead. Eyes soft now, no longer frantic with need.

He then slips out of bed, grabbing a clean washcloth from the bathroom shelf. Wetting it under warm water, he returns—gentle as he cleans me with quiet tenderness that makes my chest ache.

He slips on fresh boxers, pants, a crisp button-down. With every article of clothing, the distance grows between us—like watching him slip away piece by piece.

I watch from the bed, still bare under the covers, the sheets twisted around my legs.

He fastens the last button of his shirt and glances back at me, his eyes softening at the sight of me in bed.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says quietly. “You know I hate leaving.”

I sit up a little, gathering the sheets around me.

“Then don’t. Just call in.”

His eyes trail across me—hair tousled, skin flushed—drinking me in like he's trying to commit this moment to memory.

A beat passes, and then he sighs, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. “I wish I could, baby. But the team needs me.”

He leans down, kissing me softly—a promise and an apology all rolled into one. When he pulls back, his eyes hold the same words his mouth won't say.

“I’ll be home soon,” he whispers. “I promise.”

He gives me one last look—lingering, heavy—before turning toward the door. The click of the latch echoes softly in the quiet apartment.

[chr6mestars]

❝ ⌗ ﹒ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘 ! ໒꒱ ❞

you guys will never guess how i came up with this one-shot (i was doing laundry lol)

smut .ᐟ dry humping.ᐟ smut with plot .ᐟ cloud x fem! reader .ᐟ cloud touches you .ᐟ you jerk him off .ᐟ college au .ᐟ

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, clutching my basket with a mixture of eagerness and reluctance.

It was laundry day, and the thought of folding and sorting clothes in a public space was less than appealing.

As I entered the laundry room, I was surprised to find Cloud, the campus heartthrob, sorting through his laundry.

He looked up, acknowledging my presence with a polite nod. “Hey,” he said with a small smile.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his spiky blond hair framed his face, giving him an air of effortless coolness.

I returned his smile, trying to act nonchalant despite the fluttering of my heart.

“Hey yourself,” I retorted, setting my basket down next to an empty washer. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

Cloud shrugged, his expression remaining neutral. “Laundry has to get done eventually,” he said, continuing to sort through his pile of clothes.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he lifted a pile of clothes. Damn, he was even hotter up close. I mentally chided myself, reminding myself not to drool.

“I guess you have a point there,” I replied, trying to sound casual. I started to unload my basket into an empty washer, sneaking glances at Cloud every now and then.

The silence between us was oddly comfortable, broken only by the hum of the washers and dryers. I couldn’t help but wonder if he found the quiet moment as strangely soothing as I did.

Cloud seemed lost in his own thoughts as he sorted his clothes, his brow furrowed slightly.

I couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers gracefully sifted through the fabric, and I found myself admiring his hands.

Those hands could probably do wonders in other. I mentally shook myself, trying to push those thoughts away.

Focus, damn it.

As if sensing my gaze, Cloud looked up and caught me staring. I quickly averted my eyes, pretending to be intensely focused on selecting the right laundry detergent.

A smirk played at the corner of his mouth. “See something you like?” he teased, his voice low and amused.

I could feel my cheeks heating up at his words, but I tried to play it off with a nonchalant smirk of my own. “Just admiring the view,” I said, trying to keep my tone lighthearted.

Cloud chuckled, clearly amused by my attempt at nonchalance. He leaned against the edge of a dryer, folding his arms across his chest.

I couldn't resist the urge to tease him. “You know, you’d make a great housewife,” I said with a cheeky grin, watching for his reaction.

Cloud raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my playful comment. “Oh yeah?” he said, a smirk spreading across his face. “And why’d that?”

“Well, you’re clearly meticulous with your laundry,” I replied, gesturing to the way he had neatly folded his clothes into separate piles. “And it seems like you’re the type to keep things in order.”

Cloud chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “So you’re saying I’m a control freak?” he asked, his tone teasing.

I shrugged, unable to hide the playful glint in my eyes. “More like you just like things a certain way. It’s not a bad thing,” I said, leaning back against the washer. “In fact, I kind of find it endearing.”

Cloud raised an eyebrow. “Really? You find my controlling tendencies endearing?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

I shrugged nonchalantly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I’m a pretty honest person,” I said, meeting his gaze. “And if I’m being honest, I find you attractive.”

Cloud’s expression remained cool, but I could see the hint of surprise in his eyes. “Is that so?” he said, his tone nonchalant.

He pushed himself off the dryer and took a step closer to me, a sly smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

I rolled my eyes, trying to sound unimpressed. “But I bet you’ve heard that a million times from every girl on campus,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.

Cloud took another step forward, standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “Yeah, but what you say matters more,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

I could feel my heart beating faster at his words, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “You mean to tell me you don’t get tired of girls fawning over you?” I quipped, trying to sound unimpressed.

Cloud’s smirk grew wider as he took another step closer, closing the distance between us. “I guess,” he said, tilting his head to the side. “But I can make an exception for you.”

The words sent a thrill coursing through me, and I couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction at the fact that I somehow managed to stand out from the sea of admirers he had on campus.

My gaze raked over him, taking in the sight of him from head to toe. It was almost surreal, knowing that out of every girl on campus, somehow I was the one who had managed to capture Cloud Strife’s attention.

I looked up at him, a smirk playing on my lips. “And what makes me so special?” I asked, feigning nonchalance.

Cloud leaned in closer, his face mere inches from mine. “You’re different,” he said, his voice a low velvet murmur. “You’re not like the others. You don’t fawn over me or try to impress me. You’re just... genuine.”

Cloud’s arms landed on either side of me, trapping me against the washer. I could feel the heat radiating off him as he caged me in, his body so tantalizingly close to mine.

I couldn’t help but tease him a little, my hands trailing up his chest. “Oh, tell me more,” I purred, enjoying the feel of his muscles under my fingertips. “It turns me on.”

Cloud looked down at me, his smirk growing wider. “Oh yeah?” he repeated, his voice low and gravelly. His gaze drifted down to my lips, taking his time.

It was obvious what he wanted, and I could feel the tension building between us. I leaned in closer, my eyes locked on his, daring him to make the first move.

But Cloud was nothing if not a tease, and he loved to take his time. He let his gaze wander over my face, his eyes lingering on my lips. “You’re tempting me,” he growled, his hands gripping the edge of the washer a little tighter.

I moved closer, our faces just millimeters away from each other, my arms encircling his neck. I could feel his ragged breaths on my skin, the heat and intensity of the moment growing with every passing second.

I looked up at him through my lashes, a sultry smile playing on my lips. “Then do something about it,” I whispered, daring him to take the plunge.

With those words, it was as if a switch had flipped in Cloud’s mind. He needed no further encouragement. In one fluid motion, he crushed his lips against mine, his hands gripping my waist as he pulled me flush against him.

The kiss started off hungry and possessive, his tongue demanding entrance as he tasted me, exploring my mouth like a man starved.

My fingers tangled in his spiky blond hair, clutching tightly as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing me against the washer.

His hands roamed over my body, as if he couldn’t get close enough to me. I could feel the heat pooling between my thighs as he kissed me senseless, his touch setting my senses ablaze.

Just as our kiss was reaching its peak, the shrill sound of the dryer alarm pierced through the haze of our passion, jolting us back to reality.

Reluctantly, Cloud pulled away, his eyes still clouded with desire. “Looks like my clothes are done,” he murmured, reluctantly stepping back from me.

Just as Cloud attempted to step away to tend to his clothes, my hand shot out and caught his wrist, pulling him back towards me. “Looks like it’ll have to wait,” I murmured against his lips before crashing them back against mine.

He chuckled softly between kisses, clearly enjoying the way I took control. With my arms wrapped around his neck, I pulled him closer, our bodies melding together as our tongues continued to explore each other's mouths.

In one swift motion, Cloud swept me off my feet and hoisted me onto the top of the washer, his hands gripping my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs.

I gasped at the sensation of his hands on my thighs, my heart fluttering as he pressed me against the cold surface of the washer. His lips moved to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the sensitive skin, making me shiver with desire.

A soft moan escaped my lips as Cloud’s mouth found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. My fingers tangled in his hair, my back arching up towards him as he kissed and sucked at my skin.

I let my head fall back, exposing more of my neck to him. My fingers pressed harder into his hair, silently urging him on.

I was losing control as the pleasure washed over me, and my moans grew louder, more needier with every touch and kiss.

“Cloud…” I gasped, his name falling from my lips in a heady mix of pleasure and need. His touch was like fire, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

“Please,” I pleaded, my body arching against him, desperate for more.

Cloud leaned even closer, his body pressing against mine as he ground his hips into me. With the height of the washer just right, I could feel every inch of his desire for me as he moved against me.

My hands slid down his back, my fingers digging into his skin as he sent bolts of pleasure through me.

His name spilled again from my lips, a breathless, needy prayer. “Cloud...please. I need you.”

Cloud’s movements became more urgent, his breath hot on my neck as he continued to grind against me.

The friction was building, and I could feel the wet spot growing in my shorts. He knew exactly what he was doing, teasing me with every roll of his hips.

“Fuck...” I whimpered, my legs shaking as Cloud continued to dry hump me against the washer.

My hands gripped his back tightly, nails digging in as waves of pleasure crashed over me. The sounds of our bodies rubbing together filled the room along with my whimpers.

“Cloud...please...”

Cloud’s smirk grew more wicked as he felt my desperation. He knew he had me right where he wanted me, a whimpering mess of need.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes...” I gasped out, my hips bucking against him involuntarily. The sensation was too much, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

Cloud’s hips moved faster now, grinding harder against my sensitive spot through our clothes. My whimpers turned into desperate cries for relief.

“Touch me,” I rasped, grabbing his hand from the washer and bringing it between my legs.

I guided his palm to press against my core, needing the pressure. His fingertips hit my sensitive nub through my shorts, making me moan loudly.

“Fuck,” Cloud breathed out, watching me bring his hand inside my shorts.

I leaned my head back, mouth open in a silent moan as his fingers pressed against my bare pussy. I was so wet that my arousal coated his fingertips immediately.

His eyes darkened as he watched me spread my legs wider to give his hand more room. His fingers spread my lower lips, gathering my wetness.

He found that sensitive spot easily, making me whimper and buck against his hand. He watched my body closely, seeing my breasts rise and fall quickly with each shallow breath.

“Cloud...” I moaned loudly, too far gone to care about being quiet anymore.

His fingers were driving me crazy, rubbing my clit perfectly. I arched my back, pressing my pussy harder against his hand. “Right there...” I gasped out.

I couldn't believe how fast this had escalated. One moment I was doing laundry, the next I was a moaning, writhing mess with Cloud’s fingers inside my shorts, playing with my pussy. I guess being honest about finding Cloud attractive had its consequences.

As Cloud continued to rub my clit expertly, I reached down desperately and grabbed the hem of his sweats. I needed to feel him, hard and ready against my palm. My fingers hooked into the waistband.

“Need to…feel you...” I whimpered again.

I slid my hand into his sweats and boxers, slowly wrapping my fingers around his hard length. He let out a soft whimper as I touched him, his hips jerking forward against my hand. He was big, even bigger than I imagined through his clothes.

I started to slowly stroke him, feeling his hardness and length in my hand. Cloud’s breathing became heavier, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“Fuck... if you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out. His hips moved forward slightly, encouraging my movements.

I picked up the pace, squeezing his length firmly as I moved my hand up and down. His whimpers and groans grew louder, mixing with my own moans as he continued to play with my pussy.

“Your hand feels so fucking good around my dick,” he panted.

Suddenly, Cloud grabbed my hand, stilling my movements. “Stop,” he breathed out, but didn’t remove my hand. Instead, he guided it faster himself, using my hand to jerk off.

“Close... too close,” he warned, his hips bucking slightly. Then...

“Hey Cloud, you here?”

“Shit,” Zack muttered, freezing in the doorway.

He saw Cloud quickly remove my hand from his sweats and then yanking his hand out of my shorts.

“Did I interrupt something?” He asked slowly, eyes widening slightly. He wasn't stupid—he’d heard noises before walking in.

“Nope, just talking,” Cloud replied casually, trying to play it cool. He adjusted himself quickly, hoping Zack didn't notice the obvious bulge in his sweats.

I straightened myself out as well, trying to act normal despite the fact that my pussy was throbbing and wet.

“Right... well, umm, you told me to remind you that you gotta study for that test tomorrow,” Zack said, running a hand through his hair awkwardly.

He glanced between Cloud and me, clearly trying to gauge if he should leave or stay.

“Yeah, I’m almost done with the laundry. I’ll be up soon to study,” Cloud replied, his voice steady despite the obvious tension in the room.

Zack chuckled, nodding before turning to leave. “Alright, see ya dude. Bye Y/N,” he called over his shoulder before exiting the laundry room.

The moment the door closed behind him, Cloud turned back to me, his earlier composure gone.

Cloud chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Looks like the laundry can’t wait,” he agreed, stepping closer to me. His eyes dropped to my lips before meeting mine again.

I smirked, trying to play it cool despite the lingering arousal. “And sounds like studying awaits your arrival upstairs,” I teased.

“Finishing what we started is more important than any test right now,” Cloud said with a smirk.

I shook my head, trying to maintain some semblance of rationality despite the desire burning in Cloud’s eyes and the throbbing need between my own legs. “You need to study, Cloud. That test isn't going to pass itself.”

[chr6mestars]

❝ ⌗ ﹒ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! ໒꒱ ❞

i wanted to write a full angst one shot cause why not ^^

cloud breaks ur heart .ᐟ angst .ᐟ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 as Cloud and I walked into the crowded bar.

We had been invited to celebrate the grand opening of Seventh Heaven, the new bar proudly owned by Tifa.

Tifa, beaming with excitement, noticed us as we stepped in. “You guys made it!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up even more at our presence.

Tifa rushed over from behind the counter and enveloped both Cloud and I in a warm hug. I returned the embrace, grinning widely as I said, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Tifa pulled back, her smile bright and infectious. “Please make yourselves comfortable,” she insisted, gesturing towards the various tables available.

Cloud led me to an empty table near the back, and we settled in, taking in the lively atmosphere of the bar.

My gaze briefly flickered over to Cloud, noticing the way his eyes would occasionally drift towards Tifa as if drawn by an invisible string.

I nudged Cloud gently, tilting my head curiously. “You’re awfully quiet tonight. Something on your mind?” I asked, my tone tinged with concern.

Cloud looked up, his blue eyes meeting mine. He seemed lost in thought for a moment before he shook his head slightly.

“No, everything’s fine,” he replied, his expression unreadable. I nodded, though a nagging suspicion tugged at the back of my mind.

Later, the friend group gathered around a large table, laughter bouncing between them as stories and jokes flew freely. I joined in when I could, smiling at Barret’s exaggerated tales and Marlene’s playful teasing.

Beneath the table, my fingers gently intertwined with Cloud’s. His hand was warm—but he didn’t squeeze back. He didn’t pull away either. He just…stayed there. Distant. Like his mind was somewhere else entirely.

I followed his line of sight.

Tifa was laughing across the table—head thrown back in joy—and Cloud’s eyes were locked on her like she was the only light in a dark sky.

My smile faltered, but no one noticed. Not yet.

The conversation went on, but my thoughts drifted. I tried again, my fingers brushing against Cloud’s knuckles, gently seeking his attention. But he continued to stare across the table, completely oblivious to the touch.

A pang of hurt pierced my heart. It was subtle, but it was there. The sting of being overlooked by the person you care about, the one you thought cared about you equally.

I swallowed down the unwelcome feeling and tried to focus on the conversation around me, but my thoughts kept circling back to Cloud.

“Yo, Cloud! You plannin’ to stare a hole through Tifa all night or you actually gonna answer the question?” Barret boomed with a smirk, slapping the table.

Cloud jolted slightly, blinking as if waking up. “Huh?”

Laughter erupted around the table. Even Tifa glanced over, chuckling. “You zoned out again,” I said softly.

He rubbed his neck sheepishly. “Sorry…just tired.”

But I knew it wasn’t fatigue.

It was something else—something that had nothing to do with me.

“You into Tifa or something?” Barret joked, raising his glass with a grin.

The table went quiet for half a second—just long enough for the words to land like a stone in water.

My breath caught. All I could see was Cloud’s expression—the flicker in his eyes, the way he didn’t immediately deny it. He glanced at me, then away.

“Barret...” Tifa said lightly from across the table, cheeks pink.

But no one apologized. No one corrected him.

And suddenly, the noise of the celebration felt too loud, too suffocating. I let go of Cloud’s hand from underneath the table.

I stood up slowly. “I... need some air.”

I didn’t wait for a response. I excused myself and walked briskly away from the table, the laughter and chatter fading into the background.

The cool night air hit me as I stepped outside.

I sank onto the steps outside, the cool wood grounding me as I pulled my knees to my chest. The muffled sounds of laughter still drifted from inside, but out here, everything was quiet—too quiet.

My hands trembled slightly as I replayed it all. Cloud’s distant stare, Barret’s careless joke, Tifa’s easy smile when she looked at Cloud.

I wasn’t imagining it.

I knew I wasn’t going insane. Tonight had ripped away any illusion I’d been holding onto. Something lingered between them—something unspoken but undeniable. And worse? Everyone else saw it too… except maybe me.

A bitter laugh escaped me. How could I not have noticed before?

The door creaked open behind me.

“Y/N?” Cloud’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

I stayed silent, my gaze remaining fixed on the ground below. I heard Cloud sigh behind me.

“Y/N, come back inside. You’ll catch a cold out here.”

His footsteps echoed on the porch as he took a few steps closer, waiting for a response.

I couldn’t keep the hurt from lacing my words. “You didn’t even deny it,” I said, my voice cold.

Silence fell like a heavy blanket around us. I heard Cloud’s sharp intake of breath, knew he was staring at my back. I refused to turn. I didn’t want to see the truth in his eyes, even though I already knew.

“Y/N...” He whispered silently.

I tensed. I wanted him to say something, anything—deny it all, shout at me for suspecting anything, tell me I was being ridiculous and paranoid.

Anything but this heavy silence that confirmed everything.

I clenched my jaw. He was choosing his words carefully, probably trying to think of a way to let me down gently.

Anger flickered within me, but I quickly smothered it with determination.

“Just say it, Cloud,” I said quietly. “Get it over with.”

He was quiet for a long moment, and when he finally spoke, his voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear him.

“There’s...something I need to tell you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, the worst-case scenario playing out in my head.

This was it.

He was going to tell me everything I already suspected, to my face. I steeled myself, preparing for the inevitable heartbreak.

“I’m listening.” I tried to sound brave.

He exhaled shakily, the silence stretching between us like a chasm. Then, quietly—too quietly,

“Tifa is who I truly want.”

The words didn’t yell. They didn’t need to. They slipped in like a knife and twisted deep. I flinched, but didn’t turn around. Couldn’t.

A beat passed before he added, voice rough with regret.

“I’m sorry.”

Then softer, broken.

“...Sorry for wasting your time.”

My breath caught in disbelief that he could call this—us—a waste.

I stood slowly, turning to face him under the dim porch light.

“Was it really all just...nothing to you?”

“No, no, no, it... it was something—to me, it was.” He stumbled over the words, his expression torn.

I crossed my arms defensively, trying to keep my composure. “But not enough, right?”

Cloud ran a hand through his hair, frustration creeping into his features. “It’s not that. I can’t...I can’t keep pretending like Tifa doesn’t hold my heart.”

His words stung, and I swallowed hard.

“So, what? I was just...placeholder until you realized it was her all along?”

“No.” The protest was immediate, strong. “That’s not… that’s not what I meant.”

He sounded panicked, and despite myself, despite the hurt, my heart ached for him. I hated how sorry he looked, hated that I still cared so damn much.

“Then what?” I bit out. “What did you mean?”

He rubbed his face, the guilt and frustration coming off him in waves. “I thought... I thought dating you would make it go away. I thought it would make me forget her, move on. But I can’t.”

My heart sank. It was worse than I thought—he’d been using me as a substitute, trying to force himself to forget her.

He continued, his voice cracking slightly. “And I realize now how that’s not fair to you. Leading you on like this... it’s not right.”

“So I was just a distraction,” I interrupted, my voice growing sharper. “That’s what this was, wasn’t it? Just a way to distract yourself from her.”

He shook his head vehemently, eyes pleading. “No, that’s not...”

“Then what was it like?!” I snapped, the hurt finally overflowing.

My voice trembled, raw and ragged, as tears burned behind my eyes—but I refused to let them fall.

“We kissed, many times.” I whispered at first, then louder, sharper—like each word was a wound reopening. “We said I love you... over and over.”

A broken laugh escaped me. “We even fucked, Cloud! For crying out loud—I let you have all of me!”

My fists clenched at my sides. “You looked me in the eyes and said you’d never been sure about anything...but you were sure about us.”

I stepped closer, voice cracking like thin ice.

“So please don’t stand here telling me it’s her you want…when you were the one who made me believe I was the one.”

He recoiled at that, guilt etched deep into his face. “Y/N...” He reached out, but I took a step back. I couldn’t bear his touch, not now.

“Don’t.” I snapped, a tear finally escaping down my cheek. I angrily wiped it away.

His eyes glistened with pain, but he dropped his hand. “I never meant to hurt you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Well, you did a damn good job, then. Congratulations.”

The dam burst. Anger, heartbreak, everything spilled over as I shouted, “Why couldn’t you just tell me?!”

My voice shook with hurt. “Why did you have to throw it all away now?!”

He looked wretched, like every word punched him in the gut. “I tried! I really did,” he whispered, the words thick with regret.

“Bullshit.” The word was harsher, louder than I meant. “If you’d tried, you would’ve figured it out sooner rather than leading me on for months.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t protest. We both knew it was true. He'd had time—months—to sort through his feelings.

Instead, he’d allowed me to fall for him, fall for us...while he was still in love with someone else.

I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to pull myself together. “You want Tifa?” My voice was quieter now—broken, but firm. “Then go.”

“But before you walk away... I need you to be honest with yourself.” My eyes locked onto his. “Not with me. Not with Tifa. With you.”

I took a breath, sharp and cold.

“Me or her? And don’t lie this time—because if it’s really her, then fine. But don’t ever tell me I meant something… if all along, she had your heart.”

Cloud looked down, his shoulders tense. The silence stretched, heavy with everything left unsaid.

Then, barely above a whisper.

“...it’s Tifa.”

He didn’t look up as he said it. But he didn’t apologize again either.

And somehow…that made it worse.

I nodded, my chest tight. “I figured.”

Deep down, I think I had known the answer all along. I just hoped… hoped he would change his mind. After all we’d been through, everything he’d said, I had hoped he’d choose me.

“I don’t know why I even asked,” I said quietly, my voice hollow.

He finally met my gaze, his eyes swimming with guilt and pain. “I still care about you, Y/N.” His voice was rough, regret threading through every word.

I looked away, biting back the fresh wave of hurt. I didn’t want his pity, his guilt.

“Let’s not end it like this,” he pleaded quietly. “We don’t have to be strangers. We can still be...friends.”

I shook my head slowly, the weight of finality settling in my chest.

“...I don’t think we can.”

My voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried everything—the love, the loss, the quiet understanding that some things can’t go back to being simple once they’ve broken.

Friends? Maybe one day.

But not now. Not when his name still catches in my throat like a sob.

“It’s better off this way,” I repeated softly, more to myself than to him, trying to convince myself that I could let him go.

“We can’t simply go back to being friends.” I met his eyes, pain echoing in my own. “Not when feelings were involved. It would just...mess us up more.”

Cloud visibly flinched, pain flashing across his face. But he nodded, accepting it. He looked like he wanted to say something, do something, but he held back, hands clenched tightly at his sides.

“Okay,” he said finally, voice thick with remorse.

There was so much we could’ve said, should’ve said.

But instead...we stood in silence, two people who once fit together like puzzle pieces now standing awkwardly apart, the gap between us as wide and cold as the night air.

I took a step closer, my eyes never leaving his. I knew this was probably a terrible idea but I couldn’t help myself.

The urge to feel him one last time, to hold onto something of the past.. it was too strong.

His breath hitched when I neared, the air suddenly crackling with tension.

Closer and closer, until we were almost touching.

My gaze flickered to his lips, to the slight part in them. It would be so easy to bridge the gap, to kiss him one last time.

He looked down at me. His breath caught as I leaned in close. So close that I could feel the warmth of him, the way his pulse quickened beneath his skin.

For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.

I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

It was soft. Sad. Final.

No passion, no hunger—just memory and goodbye tangled together in one fleeting touch.

Before he could fully wrap his arms around my waist, I pulled away, too soon…but not before tasting the salt of unshed tears—mine or his, I wasn’t sure.

“Goodbye, Cloud.” I whispered.

I turned and walked away because if I looked back…I might never leave at all.

His heart hammered against his chest, the ghost of my kiss still on his lips.

He watched me walk away, my silhouette fading into the night. The pain in his chest was like a vise tightening with each step I took away from him.

He wanted to call out, to catch my wrist and turn me around and tell me that he was stupid, that he was so stupidly wrong, and he needed me, but his voice stuck in his throat.

All he could do was stare after me, the enormity of his mistake sinking in like a lead weight.

Little did I know… he wasn’t choosing tifa.

He just wanted me to believe that because there was another reason.

The real reason why he let me go.

[chr6mestars]

𓂃⟡ ݁ ꒰ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ꒱ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ .

@st6rify this is ur birthday gift from me to you hope you enjoy ur self insert story LOL >ᴗ<

smut .ᐟ dry humping .ᐟ f receiving .ᐟ unprotected sex .ᐟ p in v .ᐟ smut with plot .ᐟ no use of Y/N .ᐟ nsfw content .ᐟ

𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, my body heavy with exhaustion.

I had just finished another long shift at work and all I wanted was to collapse into my bed and sleep for a week. But as I closed the door behind me, I was taken aback by the sight before me.

The lights were dimmed low, and there was a warm glow coming from the kitchen. Confused, I padded softly into the room.

As I entered the kitchen, my heart skipped a beat. Aizawa was there, standing by the counter.

The room was softly decorated with streamers and candles, and the counters were lined with my favorite foods.

It was clear he had put a lot of effort into preparing a special meal for me—and it was then that I realized why.

It was my birthday.

Aizawa looked up as I entered, his expression serious as always. “You’re home,” he said simply. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

He wasn’t the type for grand gestures, but the fact that he had taken the time to prepare all my favorite foods meant more than anything he could have bought me.

“You did all this for me?” I asked, still trying to process the sight before me. He nodded silently, his expression softening just a bit.

“Happy birthday,” he said gruffly, his voice betraying a hint of warmth that I knew he reserved for me alone.

I stepped closer to him, the exhaustion from work suddenly forgotten. Being in his presence always had that effect on me—it was like all my worries and stress melted away.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble, y’know,” I said, reaching out to touch his arm.

He shrugged, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s a special occasion,” he said. “You deserve to be celebrated.”

He reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

The warmth in his gaze made my breath catch. In that quiet moment, with candles flickering and the scent of home-cooked food between us, it wasn’t just gratitude blooming in my chest—it was something deeper. Slower.

I stepped closer, closing the space he’d left between us. “You’re full of surprises,” I whispered, heart pounding.

He didn’t look away. “Only for you.”

I reached up, my fingers gently tracing the rough edge of his jaw, the faint stubble catching against my skin. My thumb brushed his cheek, and for a moment, he just leaned into the touch—eyes closing like he was savoring it.

Then, slow and deliberate, he caught the back of my hand in his larger one. He turned over carefully and pressed a soft kiss right into its center.

The warmth of it sent a jolt through me—so tender, so unlike anything he’d ever done before. His lips lingered just a second too long before lifting to meet my eyes again. Wordless. Burning with something quiet but fierce.

He brought my hand to rest over his heart-steady drumming beneath fabric.

I felt the steady beat of his heart in my palm, the warmth of it seeping through his shirt and into my skin. He was so different like this, all guard stripped away—and the intensity of it was almost too much to take.

“You shouldn’t be so sweet,” I said, voice hoarse, “I might get used to it.”

His eyes darkened. “You deserve sweet,” he said roughly.

My heart skipped a beat.

It was moments like this that made me forget how closed off he could be for days, even weeks at a time. When he was in his own head, distant and untouchable.

But right now, it was like I was seeing a glimpse into the part of him that he kept hidden away. The part of him that was tender.

The part of him that was mine.

He tilted his head slightly, the space between us growing smaller by the second. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, and I found myself reaching up—needing to feel his lips on mine before my mind went completely haywire.

The kiss was slow, and achingly tender—a stark contrast to the intensity that had built up between us earlier.

His hand slid from my waist up to my back, pulling me flush against him like he couldn’t bear to separate us even for a moment.

He pulled away then, the loss of his touch making me want to whine. But before my mind could start to protest, he nodded his head in the direction of the counter, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“Take a look,” he said simply.

I turned, and my heart swelled. Every dish on the counter was my favorite, cooked expertly, beautifully plated.

I flit from plate to plate, tasting a bite here and there, savoring each flavor to the fullest.

I could feel Aizawa come up behind me, the weight of his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

I leaned back into him, enjoying the warmth of his touch. He could be so stoic sometimes, but moments like this made it all worth it.

“So what do you think, huh?” he muttered softly.

I hummed in content, the food on my tongue and the feeling of his arms around me making me feel all cozy.

“It's perfect,” I murmured, as I leaned back against him. His scent was familiar that it had become my comfort scent.

He let out a huff of amusement, his chest rumbling against my back. I could practically feel his smirk against my cheek. “Not a single complaint?” he teased.

I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. “Not a single complaint,” I confirmed, my voice soft.

He chuckled, his breath warm on my ear. “Good.”

His arms tightened around me for a moment, and I felt him nuzzle his face into the crook of my neck, his stubble scratching lightly at my skin. I felt his lips brush against my pulse point before he pulled away.

I giggled softly, turning my head slightly as his lips brushed my neck.

At first, I didn’t think much of it—just Aizawa being uncharacteristically affectionate, enjoying the quiet closeness.

Maybe he just wanted to be near me.

But then the warmth of his breath lingered a second too long...and the slow, deliberate kiss along my pulse wasn’t something you did out of mere tenderness.

My breath hitched.

Oh.

Oh.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as his lips brushed against my neck—and the sensation of it was only heightened by the closeness of his body against mine.

I found myself leaning back into him, seeking more of his touch. He felt it too, his grip on me tightening as a low, rumbling hum vibrated against my back.

Aizawa pressed another kiss to my neck, a little harder this time, followed by a teasing nip. It sent a jolt of heat straight through me, my grip on the counter tightening involuntarily.

His breath was warm against my skin, his chest rising and falling evenly as he held me against him.

He was doing it on purpose, I knew he was... but I couldn’t find a reason to complain.

In fact, I found myself tilting my head to the side a tad, giving him more access, a quiet invitation.

Aizawa responded instantly, taking advantage of the exposed skin, his lips wandering further down, his kisses growing more insistent.

A soft gasp escaped me as he found a particularly sensitive spot just below my pulse point, and he lingered there for a moment, kissing and gently biting.

His hands roamed over my waist, my hips, as he pressed me against him, his touch possessive.

I could feel the muscles of his chest against my back, the warm, solid presence of him surrounding me completely. It was intoxicating.

I gasped as his lips moved down my neck, his hands holding me in place as he nibbled and kissed. My fingers clenched the edge of the counter, breath coming faster. And then—without thinking—it slipped out.

“Shota,” I breathed.

Aizawa's hands gripped my hips tightly as he began to grind against me, his hard length pressing against me through our clothing.

I moaned softly, arching my back to press against him harder.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder.

“Mmph,” I whimpered as Aizawa’s lips found my neck, sucking and kissing.

His hips moved faster, grinding against my ass, creating friction that made my legs weaken.

His large hands roamed my body possessively, one sneaking up to grope my breast while the other one on the counter, trapping me.

“Shota... ah... m-more,” I begged, my hands reaching back to grab onto his hip for support as he continued to dry hump me against the counter.

His kisses became more aggressive, leaving marks on my neck.

Aizawa gently pushed me down onto the countertop, my chest pressing against the cold surface.

He stood behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he continued to grind against me from behind.

The new angle allowed him to press even harder, his erection rubbing directly against my clit through our clothes.

“Shota... fuck... right there...” I gasped loudly as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

His hands spread my hips apart wider, giving him better access. He started moving faster, dry-fucking me hard against the countertop.

One hand left my hip to unbuckle his pants, freeing his hard length.

Aizawa quickly unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down along with my underwear, leaving me bare from the waist down.

His hands gripped my ass roughly as he continued to grind against me, his bare cock sliding between my folds without entering.

“Fuck...” he groaned loudly.

“Shit...” I panted, watching over my shoulder as Aizawa watched his length slide easily between my thighs, his pre-cum acting as lubricant.

He spread my cheeks wider, watching himself slide back and forth. His pace picked up, his hips moving faster like he was actually inside me.

My body wracked with shivers, inner muscles tightening.

The dinner was now forgotten as Aizawa’s need to taste me became overwhelming.

He suddenly pulled away from grinding against me and turned me around, picking me up and placing me on the countertop.

Without warning or hesitation, he buried his face between my thighs, tongue immediately finding my clit.

“Ah! Shota!” I cried out loudly, immediately grabbing his hair as he ate me out aggressively over the counter where our dinner was meant to be consumed.

He sucked hard on my clit, tongue flicking rapidly, like he was starving for my taste.

He sucked, licked, and nibbled like a man possessed, his large hands spreading my thighs wider apart on the countertop.

The sounds of his hungry eating mixed with my moans and whimpers filled the room.

Suddenly, he added two fingers inside me without warning, curving them upwards instantly.

His fingers pumped in and out aggressively while his tongue worked my clit mercilessly.

The combination of his fingers curling inside me and his tongue flicking rapidly over my sensitive bundle of nerves had me seeing stars.

I was already close to coming apart when he suddenly— “Shota!”

I screamed his name loudly as I came hard against his mouth, body convulsing and thighs shaking uncontrollably.

He kept eating me out through my orgasm, drawing it out and making me squirm and moan weakly.

Only when my orgasm subsided, he pull his fingers out and stand up, his face glistening with my juices.

He didn’t even give me a chance to recover before he was kissing me harshly, making me taste myself on his tongue.

His hands roughly grabbed my thighs and lifted me up suddenly.

“Mmph,” I whimpered against his kisses as he carried me towards the bedroom.

His hard length poked and teased my entrance with each step he took, making me moan softly and wrap my legs around his waist tightly.

He smirked against my neck, knowing he was teasing me.

“Shota...don’t tease,” I whined softly. He chuckled hearing my whine.

Aizawa gently placed me on the bed instead of throwing me, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and tossing it to the side.

He crawled on top of me slowly, his muscled body making my legs spread wider apart involuntarily. His length rested heavily on my lower stomach.

His large hands slowly reached the hem of my shirt, his fingers brushing against my sensitive skin as he lifted it off over my head.

He tossed it aside, leaving us both completely naked. He took a moment to just look at me, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my naked body spread beneath him.

He leaned down and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body possessively.

His cock finally slid between my folds, teasing my entrance without pushing inside yet.

I whimpered into the kiss, my hips lifting slightly trying to get him inside me faster but he held back kissing me harder instead.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down my neck, sucking and biting gently.

“Shota... please,” I begged, my hips lifting again trying to get him inside me. He smirked against my skin, knowing exactly what I wanted.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groaned against my neck, his cock sliding easily through my folds.

The tip kept catching on my entrance but he wouldn't push inside yet. Instead, he reached down and gripped himself, giving his length a few pumps through my wetness.

“Please,” I begged again, my fingers gripping his hair tightly. He pulled back to look at me, his pupils dilated with arousal.

“Say it again,” he ordered gruffly. I knew what he wanted so I complied.

“Fuck me, Shota... please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” he whispered darkly, finally pushing inside me with one smooth thrust.

I gasped loudly at the sudden intrusion, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely. He gave me a moment to adjust before he started moving.

He pulled out slowly, only to thrust back in harder. I moaned loudly, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper.

He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust making the bed creak loudly and my breasts bounce with the force.

“Shota...fuck...” I panted as he pounded into me deeply. He was like an animal, his hips slapping against mine roughly.

He was too big, too strong, too deep.

He managed to hit spots no one else ever had.

He suddenly grabbed my thighs and threw my legs over his shoulders.

“Shit!”

“Now look at me while I fuck you like this,” he growled, his hands tightening on my thighs as he started thrusting even harder and deeper.

The new angle made me see stars with each hit to my spot. My hands flew to his biceps for support as I cried out loudly.

“Fuck, you’re taking my cock so well,” he groaned, watching his length disappear inside me.

He spread my thighs wider, going even deeper. My moans were getting louder, echoing throughout the room.

“Such a good girl, Nat,” he praised, his voice strained from holding back.

“Look at how well you're taking my big dick. You're such a good fucking girl.” He leaned down and bit my neck hard, marking it.

“So fucking good for me.”

I was a moaning mess beneath him, my body writhing and whimpering with each deep thrust.

“Faster...” I whined, my hips meeting his thrusts desperately. “Oh fuck, Shota... faster!”

He then placed his hands on either side of my head and began to pound into me mercilessly fast.

The bed shook violently with each thrust. He growled, grabbing both of my hands and putting them onto his shoulders.

“Hold onto me,” he ordered gruffly.

He continued to pound into me at a brutal pace, his hips slapping against mine loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he muttered, his eyes glued to where his length disappeared inside me.

“Shota...!” I cried out loudly as he hit a sensitive spot deep inside.

He must have found my sweet spot because each thrust now made me moan loudly and throw my head back.

He took advantage of that and went even faster, the bed creaking loudly beneath us.

“Holy fuck...!” I screamed as he hit that spot over and over again.

“Shit, Shota! Right there! Oh my fuck, right there!” I was a whimpering mess, my hands gripping his shoulders tightly as I begged him to keep hitting that spot.

He snarled, his hips moving like a piston as he fucked that spot relentlessly.

“Take it... take my cock right there,” he growled out between thrusts.

My legs shook violently as pleasure overwhelmed me completely—tears pricked at the corners of my eyes from the intensity.

He leaned down, his lips crashing onto mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, mimicking the movements of his hips.

I moaned into his mouth, my body trembling beneath him as he continued to fuck me deeply and roughly.

The kiss was brutal and messy, teeth clashing and tongues tangled together aggressively.

His hands left the bedsheets to grip my face tightly as he kissed me deeply while pounding into me mercilessly.

The combination of the intense kissing and his cock hitting my sweet spot over and over was too much.

When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected our mouths briefly before breaking. We were both panting heavily, our foreheads touching as we caught our breaths.

The room was filled with the sounds of our loud moans, the creaking bed, and wet squelching noises from where we were connected.

He captured my lips again, his kisses growing more aggressive. He pushed deeper inside me, making me cry out into his mouth.

My nails dug into his back, scratching down his muscles. He groaned at the sting, breaking the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

His teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder as he hammered into me one last time, hitting that spot perfectly.

I screamed his name, “SHOTA!”—my nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood as I came violently around his cock.

He followed immediately after, filling me with his release completely.

We both collapsed against each other, sweat-soaked and trembling from the intensity of our climaxes.

His cock was still buried deep inside me, twitching with aftershocks as he kissed my neck gently now—soothing the bite mark he’d left earlier.

My legs were shaking uncontrollably around his hips.

He lifted his head slowly. He looked into my eyes.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me softly. His gentle kisses made my heart swell with love.

[chr6mestars]

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fluff 「ᢉ𐭩」 smut 「.ᐟ」 angst 「✦」

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[chr6mestars]

❝ ⌗ ﹒ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐎 ! ໒꒱ ❞

writing the angst part was honestly my favorite part of this story ngl

smut .ᐟ angst .ᐟ unprotected sex .ᐟ zack x fem! reader .ᐟ

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫, I’ve built a quiet life in Kalm, far from Shinra, far from SOLDIER, far from him.

I was tidying up the dusty stacks of books in the corner of the small bookstore, the wooden floorboards creaking softly underfoot.

A group of customers wandered in and out, their quiet footsteps and murmured conversations the only sounds breaking the peaceful atmosphere.

As she stepped back over to the counter, my coworker, an older woman with a friendly smile, stopped by for a quick chat. “Slow day, huh?”.

“Yeah, it’s been a bit quiet today,” I replied, leaning against the counter. “Maybe people are too busy gearing up for the Chocobo racing season.”

The older woman chuckled. “Or maybe they just prefer the thrill of gambling over a good book.”

I chuckled along with her, my thoughts briefly drifting to some of the more questionable life choices the folks in town were known for.

“Or that, too,” I said with a nod.

Just as we finished our conversation, the doorbell jingled, signaling the arrival of another customer.

I turned to greet the newcomer, the familiar words rolling off my tongue, “Hi, welcome in. Let me know if you need anything.”

But as I looked up, the world seemed to stop. Standing there, just inside the door, was a face I hadn’t seen in years—a face I’d thought I’d never see again.

It was him.

“Zack.”

“Y/N.”

That voice—warm, rough around the edges, still somehow him—sent a jolt through me.

“Long time no see,” he said, and there it was. That lopsided chuckle, the one that used to make my chest tighten even back in Midgar.

I froze.

He was taller, somehow more solid than I remembered—if that was possible. His hair had grown out, wilder now—the two stubborn spikes had merged into one flopping over his forehead. And then I saw it, a thin x-shaped scar across his left jaw like a secret he hadn’t told anyone yet.

My breath caught.

Everything came rushing back—the late-night talks after training, the way he’d sneak into my place without anyone noticing, how he’d hold me like there was no tomorrow.

Looking at him here in front of me…he was...different, but still undeniably him?

I was struggling to put words to the thoughts suddenly swirling through my head. There was so much I wanted to say, but the only thing that came out was a strangled, “You look different.”

Worst thing to say to someone after you haven’t seen them for four years by the way

He chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, a few years will do that, I guess,” he said simply, his eyes still fixed on mine.

We stood there for a moment in a daze, both of us taking stock of each other. The memories were there, a whole history that stretched between us, tangled and bittersweet.

His gaze was steady. “You look good,” he said finally, those blue eyes lingering on my face like he was committing it to memory.

I shook myself from my daze, clearing my throat.

“What are you doing in Kalm,” I said, voice soft but cautious, “if you don’t mind me asking?”

My heart pounded as I waited for his answer. Because if Zack was here—if he’d come back—then maybe this wasn’t just chance. Maybe it meant something.

Zack shrugged, still watching me. “Just passing through. Needed a break from the city.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And you chose to take a break here, of all places?”

He smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Kalm’s quiet,” he said simply. “I needed quiet.”

I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You used to hate quiet.”

He huffed a laugh, the sound low and familiar. “Yeah, well, believe it or not, I’ve done a little growing up since then.”

There was a slight edge in his voice, defensiveness hidden behind that smirk. I was used to that from him.

“Oh, really,” I said sarcastically, “and what happened to the reckless SOLDIER who used to pull off crazy stunts for the thrill?”

He rolled his eyes, the corner of his mouth tugging upward slightly. “Come on, we were just kids having fun. We weren't that reckless.”

I couldn't help the scoff that escaped my mouth. “We almost got ourselves killed multiple times. I think that qualifies as pretty risky.”

“Okay, okay,” he said with a laugh, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “I admit it. I may have had some... questionable life choices.”

His smile softened as he looked at me, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

“But I’m here now,” he added quietly. “And somehow... you still remember all of it.”

I felt a pang in my chest at his words, the memories flooding back harder than before. Of course I remembered. How could I forget?

“Of course I remember,” I said, my voice coming out more hoarse than I intended. “It left quite a mark, y’know.”

He nodded, his expression sobering slightly.

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

A moment of silence fell between us, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. I could see him sorting through his thoughts, just like I was doing myself.

“Y/N, could you give me a hand with these shelves over here?” my coworker asked, her voice cutting through the quiet tension like a blade.

I blinked, startled—then forced a small nod. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, in a minute.”

Zack’s eyes flickered toward the sound before returning to me, that familiar half-smile tugging at his lips again. “Duty calls?”

“Looks like it,” I murmured, not quite able to meet his gaze just then. The spell was broken—for now—but the air still hummed between us.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then,” Zack said softly, already turning toward the door.

I watched him take a step—and something in me snapped.

“Zack… wait.”

He stopped. Turned back.

My pulse thudded in my ears. Where did that come from?

“...Would you want to join me for dinner? I'm meeting some friends later.” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Could use a familiar face.”

“Yeah,” he said gently. “I’d like that.”

“Okay... good,” I said, my heart still pounding but with a different kind of anticipation now. “I’ll meet you by the Mako Tank at 7.”

His smile grew wider. “See you then.”

And with that, he was out the door, leaving me standing there with the memories and this new, strange feeling...hope.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on forever. Customers came and went, my coworker and I went through the usual motions—but it was all white noise, background static.

By the time I finally closed up shop, my nerves were starting to set in. It was ridiculous. He was joining me to a celebration dinner, not the end of the world.

I got home and went through the motions of getting ready, my mind still whirling.

A shower, to wash off the day's grunge. Then a light touch of makeup—some lipstick, just enough blush and mascara to look polished, not overdone.

Finally, a dress that hugged my curves in all the right ways. I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror.

This was stupid. It was just a casual dinner. But somehow... I couldn’t shake the flutter of nerves in my stomach.

I slipped on a pair of low heels, and stepped outside.

As I walked toward the Mako Tank, my pulse kept time with each footfall.

And then I saw him—dressed down in casual clothes but still somehow glowing with that SOLDIER charm.

“Right on time,” he said with a grin as our eyes met again.

I smiled back, softly.

“Yeah… wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.”

He fell into step beside me, the evening breeze lifting his hair a little. I caught a whiff of his cologne—subtle, familiar, still making my heart do funny things.

Neither of us spoke for a bit, but the silence wasn't heavy. It was... oddly comfortable. Like no time had passed at all.

“You look nice,” he finally said quietly. “Dressed up just for me, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, playfully shoving his arm.

“It’s a dinner,” I quipped. “I have to look decent.”

He laughed, nudging me back. “Decent? You look damn near perfect.”

I smirked, glancing sideways at him. “Careful, Zack. That almost sounded sincere.”

He grinned, hands behind his head like old times. “What can I say? Some things don’t change.”

We walked on as the sun dipped below Kalm, painting the sky in soft hues of amber and rose—two ghosts from Midgar pretending they didn’t miss each other.

But we did.

And deep down…

I think we both knew.

We arrived at the chosen venue, and I braced myself for the onslaught.

“Y/N, you made it!” one friend shouted as we approached.

Another chimed in, eyeing me with an approving gaze. “Girl, you look hot in that dress, seriously.”

I laughed awkwardly, tugging at my dress. “Okay, okay—enough.”

“Guys, this is Zack,” I said, gesturing to him. “Zack, these is Aria and Selene.”

Selene, ever the flirt, appraised Zack with a raised eyebrow. “Zack, huh? You’re even better-looking than the way Y/N described you.”

Aria swatted her lightly, her gaze more curious than anything.

I shot them a warning glare, but Zack just chuckled.

“Y/N talked about me, huh?” he said, that cocky grin tugging at his lips again. “All good things, I hope.”

The girls smirked, exchanging amused glances.

Aria leaned in, a sly smile on her lips. “Oh, definitely.”

Selene gave me a little wink. “All very good things.”

I could feel myself blushing, which only seemed to amuse them more.

“Alright, alright, knock it off,” I said with a laugh, rolling my eyes.

But the teasing was light-hearted, and Zack seemed to take it all in stride.

“No, no, keep going,” he said, feigning innocence. “I’m dying to hear more about these ‘good things’.”

Selene and Aria laughed, clearly warming up to him already.

“Oh, don’t worry,” Aria said, still smirking. “We have plenty to share.”

I shot the girls a stern look, and they finally relented with wide grins.

“Alright, alright,” Selene said, hands held up in surrender.

I shook my head, smiling despite myself. I looked around, scanning the area. “Where’s Lila and Kai?”

“Lila’s running late—something to do about the cake,” Aria said with a roll of her eyes. “And Kai’s... well, you know how he is.”

As if on cue, Kai came walking in through the door. “I’m here! And so is the wine!”

Zack blinked. “That guy always like this?”

I laughed under my breath. “Unfortunately.”

Kai walked over, his eyes catching me first.

“Y/N, darling, you look absolutely divine tonight.” he exclaimed, spotting me and immediately kissing my hand with a flourish.

I chuckled, used to his antics by now. “You’re late, as usual.”

Kai feigned hurt, clutching his chest. “Fashionably late, darling. You know I have my image to maintain.”

“Hey everyone!” Lila chirped as she arrived, arms full of a beautifully decorated cake. “Sorry we’re late—baking is drama.”

Kai swooped in to help her with the cake, dramatically setting it down like it was treasure.

Aria and Selene guided us to the long wooden table nestled under string lights behind the restaurant. Laughter buzzed in the air as everyone found their seats.

I ended up wedged between Aria and Selene, across from Zack—who now had Lila on one side and Lila’s sister, Ivy, on the other.

Our eyes met again over the flicker of candlelight.

And just like that—surrounded by friends, warmth, and noise—I felt something old settle gently into place.

The evening unfolded like a soft, familiar dream.

We laughed, drank, shared stories from the past, and teased one another relentlessly.

Zack fit into the group like he’d been there all along, his quiet charm an unexpected addition to the usual banter.

But through it all, I found my gaze drifting back to him—Zack. His smile, his laugh.

Nothing had changed and I adored it.

Aria and Selene, always observant, picked up on my glances and my distracted smile.

They leaned in, teasing whispers in my ears.

“I just know the sex is gonna be good when you go home tonight,” Aria murmured.

Selene chimed in with a sly smirk. “You look like you want to unwrap all his clothes.”

I sputtered, cheeks flushing. “Knock it off, you two.”

Despite my protests, Aria and Selene kept going, their knowing grins growing wider.

“Oh, come on,” Aria said, nudging me conspiratorially. “We can see right through you. You’re practically undressing him with your eyes.”

Selene, ever the instigator, laughed outright. “She’s right. I’ve never seen you this distracted by a guy before.“

Aria lowered her voice again, barely above a whisper. “He’s got that whole ‘mysterious soldier with scars’ thing going on. Honestly? Reunion sex is legendary. You’re in for a good night.”

I covered my face with one hand, but I couldn’t hide the heat burning in my cheeks—or the tiny smile tugging at my lips.

“Stop,” I hissed between fingers, peaking through to glare at them.

Aria and Selene were like dogs with a bone, clearly enjoying this.

Aria leaned in, her eyes flickering mischievously over at Zack's table. “I bet he’s got a lot of stamina. It’s that SOLDIER training...”

Selene stifled a giggle, her gaze lingering on Zack’s muscular frame. “Definitely. Can you even imagine what he’s like in the—”

“Enough!” I laughed, cutting her off. “You’re both terrible.”

Selene leaned dangerously close, a wicked grin on her face.

“Girl,” she whispered, her voice laced with mischief, “you need to get yourself laid. This is the perfect opportunity—he’s right in front of you. And it's been years. Imagine how much hotter it'll be because of that—”

I shoved her lightly, cheeks flushed. “Oh my god, stop”

But my protest only seemed to make her bolder.

“Just picture it. All that tension, built up over years…”She glanced at Zack, then back at me. “And you can finally… release it.”

Aria chimed in, her eyes sparkling with amused delight. “Come on, Y/N. When’s the last time you had some good—”

My face continue burning. “Enough! Will you both stop it??”

They burst into quiet laughter, shoulders shaking, clearly proud of themselves.

I shook my head, trying to hide my smile behind a hand. “You’re both awful.”

But I was laughing—really laughing—and even as I glanced across the table at Zack, who was watching me with a curious little half-smile… I couldn’t help but wonder if they weren’t wrong.

Dinner unfolded in a blur of warm chatter, clinking glasses, and laughter that rang under the soft glow of string lights. Kai, ever the dramatic flirt, leaned across the table with a smirk.

“Y/N,” he said smoothly, wiggling his eyebrows. “Wanna skip dessert here and come to my place after this? I've got wine… music… mood lighting…”

Aria snorted into her drink. “Oh please, Kai. She’s not falling for that line again.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help grinning. “Last time your ‘mood lighting’ was just one flickering lantern and you tried to play Loveless: The Musical.”

“Hey, the lantern was ambient!” Kai protested, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense. “And the musical was supposed to set the mood!”

Selene let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, the mood of ‘let’s get this night over with as quickly as possible.’”

“You have no sense of romance,” Kai said indignantly, turning away with a dramatic huff. Everyone chuckled, even Zack, that small half-smile of his growing wider.

I glanced at Zack—his eyes were on me, warm and knowing.

And just like that, the laughter around me softened into background noise.

Kai kept rambling about his failed romance tactics, but all I could think was…

I’m not going home with Kai.

I’m going home with a memory—one that just walked back into my life.

After the dinner, I found myself sitting with Zack, in a quiet pocket of the outdoor venue, a few steps away from the group. The night air was cool on my skin, the sounds of nearby crickets almost melodic.

The sounds of laughter and chatter carried through the air, but now it felt distant—like we were in our own little bubble.

We sat in silence for a while, just breathing in the night. A gentle breeze tousled his hair a little. I found myself staring.

Eventually, he turned to catch me watching him. His mouth quirked in a little grin.

“You’re staring.”

I blushed, but didnt look away. “Just… thinking.”

He shifted, turning towards me. “About…?”

There were so many things I wanted to say. That I missed him. That I thought about him all the time. That seeing him here felt like a dream I didn't want to end.

But I settled on, “Nothing.”

His smile softened, something unreadable in his expression.

Zack leaned back a bit, his arm resting atop the back of the rattan couch. He glanced over at the group, where Kai was loudly recounting some exaggerated story.

Then he looked back at me, eyebrow raised. “So you and Kai...something going on there?”

I blinked, surprised by the question. “Kai? No. He’s just... Kai.”

Zack raised an eyebrow, a half-smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Just... Kai?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “He flirts with everyone.”

“Everyone, huh?” Zack said, his tone nonchalant but his eyes still searching mine. “But he flirts with you most.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the way that statement made something twist uncomfortably in my stomach. “He’s harmless. It’s just how he is.”

Zack hummed quietly, leaning back even more—his arm still casually resting on the back of the couch. It almost felt like a subtle barrier.

“Harmless,” he repeated softly. “Still…”

I waited for him to continue, the word hanging between us. Still…

I finally prompted, “Still what?”

He shrugged, his gaze still on mine. “Just seems like you could do better.”

I turned to him, my voice soft but teasing—maybe even a little daring.

“Are you... jealous?”

The word hung in the air like a spark waiting to catch fire.

Zack didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away.

Instead, he let out a slow breath and gave me that crooked, infuriatingly charming half-smile—the one that used to make me melt back in Midgar.

And quietly, almost too low for me to hear

“Would it be wrong if I was?”

Shock flickered through me like lightning. Was he serious?

My heart thumped wildly in my chest. I tried to keep my voice steady. “You have no reason to be.”

He leaned an inch closer. “No?”

I swallowed hard. “Absolutely none.”

His smile turned wolfish, his voice dropping to a rougher gravel. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

The word came out softer than I meant it to—barely more than a breath. But in the stillness of that moment, under the hush of night and distant laughter, it echoed like a confession.

There was no one else.

There never really had been.

Just him. Just Zack.

“Good.”

The word rumbled from his chest, low and satisfied, like he’d just won something.

Then his fingers—slow, deliberate—drifted from the back of the couch to rest on my bare shoulder. A spark ran through me at his touch. The first real contact after all this time.

His thumb brushed gently against my skin as he let it trail up, beneath the curve of my neck, into my hair. His eyes followed every movement.

“...Still soft,” he murmured, voice rough with memory and something deeper now. “Just like I remember.”

My breath caught because god, no one else had touched me like that before. Not with that kind of reverence.

I stayed perfectly still, every nerve alight under his fingertips. The world had narrowed to that single point of contact—his hand in my hair, his breath warm against the quiet space between us.

“Zack...” His name slipped out like a warning. Or maybe a plea.

Just as the moment thickened Zack’s fingers still tangled gently in my hair, a voice cut through the quiet.

“You’re that mercenary, Zack Fair, right?”

We both startled.

Zack pulled back slightly, his hand slipping down to rest at his side. His expression shifted—just for a second—from something tender to guarded. Professional.

“Yeah that’s me,” Zack said slowly, flashing that easy grin again—the one he used when he wanted the world to think nothing ever shook him.

The guy broke into a grin, looking at Zack like he’d just seen a celebrity.

“Man, I thought I recognized you,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve seen you in the papers—you’re a damn good fighter.”

Zack shrugged, all false modesty. “Just doing my job.”

The guy gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. “But seriously, man. Thank you. The people appreciate what you do—helping the helpless, keeping the country safe, all that jazz,” he said with a chuckle.

Zack’s expression softened a bit. “Just doing what’s right.”

The guy smiled. “You’re a hero, man. We need more folks like you around.”

The guy walked away, leaving us alone again. I looked back at Zack, a small laugh escaping me.

Zack raised an eyebrow, pretending to be affronted. “What?”

“So you’re a mercenary now?” I asked, shaking my head. “What happened to being a SOLDIER?”

Zack leaned back, fingers idly tracing the edge of the couch cushion. His smile was quiet—tired, even.

“SOLDIER died the day I realized Shinra wasn’t about protecting people,” he said softly. “It was about control. Power.” He looked at me then, eyes sharp with memory. “I wasn’t gonna be their puppet.”

A beat passed.

“So... I left.”

I stared at him and saw it all. The scars weren’t just on his face. They were in his choices, his silence, the way he carried himself now.

And yet… he still helped people.

I let out a soft chuckle, my fingertips resting on his arm. “Mercenary life looks good on you.”

His gaze flicked down to my hand, then back up. “Feels a hell of a lot freer, that’s for sure,” he said, that half-smile tugging at his mouth again.

It was my turn to tease, leaning slightly closer. “And a lot sexier.”

His eyes darkened a little, just for a second. “Yeah? You like the rough edges, huh?”

I blushed, pushing his arm playfully. “Oh, shut up,” I muttered, trying to hide my smile.

He just laughed, that low, rough sound that still made my heart skip a beat. “You love it,” he said, cocky as ever.

As the group gathered around the table, singing “Happy Birthday” to Selene—off-key and loud—I stood with them, a candlelit cake glowing in the center.

But my eyes weren’t on Selene.

They were on Zack.

Zack stood slightly apart, hands in his pockets, smiling that soft, crooked smile as he sang along—not loud or showy, just there. Present.

And suddenly I remembered. Every birthday. Every shooting star.

Every wish had been for him. It was always him.

Not fame. Not fortune. Not safety.

Just him.

Once the clapping died down, I leaned slightly towards Zack, trying to appear casual.

“Wanna get out of here?” I whispered. “I’m not really big on cake.”

Zack’s eyes fixed on mine. “Whatever you want. I’ll follow your lead.”

I nodded, trying to ignore the warmth his words stirred in my chest. And then, without thinking, I grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go.”

We weaved through the crowd, saying our goodbyes. Selene was pouting, saying I was leaving so early, but then she yelled a suggestive “have fun, you two!” that made my cheeks redden.

Zack just chuckled, giving her a mock salute as we left the venue.

The night air was cool, a welcome change from the stuffy warmth of the party. Zack strolled beside me with his confident, easy stride.

We walked for a bit, the sounds of crickets and the far-off city noise the only things to break the quiet.

Eventually, he glanced over. “So, where to?”

I shrugged, a strange mixture of nerves and excitement buzzing in me. “Dunno. Just felt like getting out of there.”

He smirked, like he knew there was more to it than that but didn’t push. “Fair enough.”

We took another few steps, then he said, “Want to hear something stupid?”

I looked over at him, curious at his sudden statement. “Sure. Hit me.”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, the smirk on his face growing. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

My own smirk tugged at my lips. “Oh, this should be good.”

He shot me a mock-glare. “I’m serious. No laughing.”

I raised my hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Swear I won’t laugh.”

He cleared his throat, a faux-serious expression on his face. “Alright, here goes.”

And then he told the most outrageous story—a story involving a Chocobo race, a stolen materia, and a goose chase in the middle of the night to find a lost moogle.

I tried desperately to keep a straight face, but as the story went on, I couldn’t help the giggles that slipped out.

He stopped mid-sentence, looking at me with that half-smile. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

Zack stopped walking, looking at me with a mixture of mock-hurt and amusement on his face as I doubled over with laughter.

“Y’know, you could at least try to hide it. I told you that in confidence,” he protested, grinning.

I clutched my stomach, gasping for air. “I tried! I really did, but—oh god. You’re just...ridiculous, you know that?”

As I tried to catch my breath, Zack’s chuckle rumbled from his chest. Acting offended, he stepped closer, grabbing both my hands and placing them firmly on his shoulders.

“Ridiculous, huh? Me?” He feigned a frown, his eyes sparkling. “How rude.”

I shook my head, still fighting off giggles. “Sorry, sorry,” I said, holding onto his shoulders to steady myself. “You're just…you’re unbelievable.”

He raised an eyebrow, that half-smile of his back in full force. “In a good way or a bad way?”

I gave his shoulders a playful squeeze. “Both, I’d say. In the best, most infuriatingly ridiculous way.”

He let out a laugh at that, a real one that sent another wave of butterflies through me. “I’ll take it.”

We stood there for a moment, my hands still on his shoulders. The air hummed between us, filled with laughter and a thousand unsaid things.

I slowly laced my fingers behind his neck, the motion natural—like it had always belonged there.

We just stood like that, beneath the soft spill of moonlight and quiet stars. No words needed. The warmth of him, the way he looked at me… it said everything.

The quiet moment shattered as Zack’s words cut through the silence. “Y/N. Why did you run from us?”

I stiffened, my fingers tightening at the back of his neck. “What?”

“Us,” he said, voice low but edged with something raw. “You left Midgar after things ended—no word, no trace. I looked for you.”

His hands stayed at my waist, but the warmth had turned urgent now—like he was holding me in place before I could vanish again.

“I needed to go,” I whispered, avoiding his eyes.

“That’s not an answer.”

“Then what do you want me to say?” I shot back. He didn’t flinch at my biting tone, just let the words hang in the air.

My voice cracked, the truth spilling out before I could stop it.

“That I was upset?” I whispered, finally meeting his eyes. “That you chose Shinra—SOLDIER—over us? That every time I needed you... you were gone? Too busy being a hero to answer my calls, to reply, to care?”

I swallowed hard, fingers still tangled at his neck—but now they felt like anchors holding me over a cliff.

“You were always running toward something,” I said softly. “And I was just... tired of chasing.”

His shoulders deflated—just a fraction—at my words.

His fingers tightened briefly on my waist. “I never meant…”

I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Never meant for what? To hurt me?”

“Zack,” I said, voice trembling with something raw and fierce. “You ran from us.”

I pulled my hands from his neck, stepping back just enough to break the contact.

“You think I left first? No. You did—every time you walked away for a mission, every time Shinra called and you answered without even looking at me.”

My breath hitched. “I was always second place.”

“The day I left SOLDIER.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That should’ve been your sign. To leave with me.”

The words tasted like acid on my tongue, the hurt and anger churning in the pit of my stomach like a storm.

“But you didn’t,” I whispered. “You stayed. You chose Shinra, over and over. And you didn't even look back.”

“What was I supposed to do?!” Zack snapped back, a hint of desperation in his voice. “Leave Shinra just to be with you? Being SOLDIER was my chance to protect you—to be stronger.”

His eyes shone in the starlight, reflecting a thousand unsaid things. “All I ever wanted... was to protect you. To make the world safer so you wouldn’t have to be afraid.”

He stepped closer again, jaw tight. “My dream wasn’t above you—it was for us. And if anything ever happened to you while I stood by doing nothing...” He trailed off.

“I couldn’t live with that.”

“Being a hero was always second,” he said quietly. “You were always first.”

I shook my head, arms wrapping around myself like a shield.

“It didn’t feel like that.” My voice cracked. “It felt like I was begging for scraps of your time. Like loving you meant sharing you with the world.”

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall.

“You say I was first... but every time, Zack—every single time—you walked away in that uniform and left me standing there wondering if you’d even come back.”

I looked up at him, raw and aching.

“And when it mattered most... you chose Shinra over me.”

The dam broke, all the anger and hurt and frustration rushing out.

“What’s the point of this?!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in frustration. “Why are you here? What are you trying to get out of this, Zack?!”

My voice rose with every word, my heart beating fast in my chest—a mix of pain and desperation I could hardly contain.

“You can’t just show up after four years and act like everything’s fine!”

“You can’t touch me like you still have the right to, laugh with my friends, make me feel...this...” I gestured between us, voice trembling. “When you left me behind!”

Tears finally spilled over—hot and unrelenting.

“So tell me,” I whispered, broken but fierce. “What do you want from me?”

He caught my face with both hands, his touch gentle despite the urgency in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice raw. “For everything. For the man I was—for choosing the wrong things when I should've chosen you.”

His thumbs brushed away my tears, his eyes locked on mine.

“If I could go back,” He shook his head softly. “I’d undo it all—in a heartbeat. Every mission, every order... every second I spent chasing Shinra's approval instead of holding onto you.”

A quiet breath. A confession in the dark.

“I would choose you,” he whispered fiercely. “Every time.”

“For the past four years,” Zack said, still holding my face—so tender it hurt. “I searched everywhere for you. I wanted to find you, to tell you how much I regretted how things ended.”

He let out a small exhale, the pain in his eyes mirrored in my own.

“To make you understand... I never stopped thinking about you. Not for a single day.”

“There wasn’t a sunrise I saw that didn’t make me wonder if you were watching it too,” he whispered, voice thick. “No city I passed through where I didn’t look for your face in the crowd.”

He rested his forehead gently against mine.

“I kept your scarf all this time,” he admitted, rough and quiet. “Stupid, right? But it was all I had. All that was left of us.”

“You asked me why I’m here,” he murmured, so close I could almost lose myself in his eyes. “I’m here because I’m tired of missing you. I’m here because I want... no, because I have to make up for lost time.”

One of his thumbs stroked along my cheek, as if trying to memorize the feel of me.

“You said I don’t have the right to touch you like this,” he added quietly. “But damn it all—I can’t stop.”

“Damn the world,” he muttered, his grip on me just a touch more possessive. “All I want... is to touch you like this.”

He gently brushed his nose against mine, his gaze burning into me.

“To kiss you once more...”

His thumb traced my lower lip, a silent question in his eyes. A plea.

His hand slid from my cheek to the base of my neck, fingers warm against my skin.

“To hear you call my name one more time,” he breathed, and I swear I felt it on my lips.

His thumb rubbed along the underside of my jaw now, slow and reverent.

“To feel you beneath me, just the way we used to. To wake up next to you, and know I’m right where I belong.”

My breath caught in my throat, my heart slamming against my ribs.

I trembled, the weight of his words crashing over me like a wave.

“You don’t get to say that,” I whispered, shaky and raw. “Not after everything.”

But my hands crept up to grip the front of his jacket like they remembered what they’d missed. Like they refused to let go again.

He leaned in until his lips hovered just above mine, voice rough with emotion.

“Then punish me,” he murmured. “Yell at me, push me away…but don’t tell me you don’t feel this too.”

A beat.

And then softer…

“…Please.”

I felt the weight of all that pain, my heart breaking in spite of myself.

He wasn’t just a ghost from my past. He was a shadow of what might’ve been. And I couldn’t ignore the part of me that ached knowing what if.

My hands tugged him minutely closer, the space between us almost painful now.

“I hate you,” I whispered, the words as much a plea as they were a curse. “…I hate you so damn much.”

I let out a shaky breath, my grip tightening on his jacket.

“I hate you for making me miss you this much.”

And then, before I could stop myself, before the fear could catch up, I pulled him down and kissed him. Hard. Desperate. Aching with everything we'd lost and everything we still were.

He groaned into the kiss—like he’d been waiting years—and deepened it instantly, one hand tangling in my hair while the other pulled me flush against him.

The world blurred.

There was only Zack.

Only us.

Zack kissed me like he needed me to breathe—deep and desperate, like he was trying to drown in me.

His hands roamed everywhere, and I gasped when his lips moved to my throat, kissing, biting, nipping, like he was trying to remember every single inch of me.

He whispered my name against my skin like a prayer.

He yearned for me. It was in the way his hands skimmed over my body, like he was trying to commit it to memory. The way he kissed me—as if every touch was a silent apology.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and hungry, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed my cheek.

“Four years,” he whispered, voice raw. “I’ve ached for you. Every night… I’d lie awake and wonder where you were. If you were safe. If you ever thought of me.”

His breath hitched. The strongest man I’d ever known looked broken by the truth.

“I didn’t want a hero’s life without you in it.”

He pressed his forehead to mine again, whispering against my lips:

“I missed you, Y/N. Not just your touch—but your laugh... your voice... the way you used to look at me like I was worth something.”

He kissed me once more, soft this time, aching with devotion.

We stumbled into my apartment, kissing as if we’d never stop. Zack kicked the door shut behind us, then lifted me up, pinning me to the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist, holding us close.

He kissed me like a starving man, his lips and teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He tasted like home, and nothing had ever made me so weak.

“God, I missed you,” he gasped, hands gripping my thighs as he pressed into me, rocking into my body like he couldn't get close enough. “I missed you so damn much.”

I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping tightly as my hips arched into his.

“Shut up,” I managed, voice breaking mid-moan.“and kiss me.”

He obeyed, capturing my lips in a scorching kiss that stole my breath. His tongue slid against mine, tasting and devouring.

He groaned into the kiss, grip on my thighs tightening as he pulled me impossibly closer. His weight against me, his body pressing me into the wall… it was dizzying.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. He nipped at my bottom lip, and I couldn't help the moan that slipped out.

He hoisted me higher, still kissing me as he carried me down the hall without breaking stride. We stumbled into my bedroom, and he kicked the door shut behind us. Moonlight spilled through the curtained window, casting a silvery glow over everything.

I was thrown onto the bed—a small, breathless gasp leaving me as I bounced. He was on me again in an instant, pinning me down and kissing a line down the side of my neck.

I arched up into him, body burning at every point of contact. God, he felt so good—the solid weight of him on top of me, his hands and lips everywhere, the way he groaned when I tugged at his hair.

He gripped my hip, fingers digging into my skin as his mouth found the hollow of my throat. He nipped along my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in his wake.

I reached for his blazer, sliding it off his shoulders. He let me, watching me with a heated gaze.

He started to unbutton his shirt, but I stopped his hands.

“No.” I said, softly. “Let me.”

His eyes darkened. He dropped his hands, letting me take over.

I stood up from the bed and took my time unbuttoning the shirt, savoring the way his chest slowly exposed itself to me.

I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, taking in each new inch of skin. I ran my fingertips over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, the scars scattered like constellations across his skin.

He shivered under my touch, letting out a quiet sound at the back of his throat. I could feel his heartbeat under my fingers—quicker than ever.

When I finally reached the last button, I pushed the shirt off his shoulders. His gaze never left my face as he shrugged it off, his breathing heavy.

I traced my hands over his torso, exploring every dip and curve. He had the body of a fighter—muscles honed by years of battle. There were scars too, white lines and scattered marks that told of the fights he'd been in.

I let my fingers trail over the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. I could’ve spent hours just mapping out the ridges and planes of him, the way his body was a work of art.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to his shoulder. His breath hitched at the contact, and he shivered again as I continued my slow exploration.

My mouth moved to his collarbone, then up to his neck. His pulse fluttered beneath my lips, and he let out a low groan.

I took my time, mapping out every inch of him with hands and lips. He was so hot and solid and real, and the way he reacted to my touch was intoxicating.

Every little sound he made, every time he tensed or shivered under me... it was addictive. It made my head spin, this feeling of having him at my mercy.

I trailed kisses across his chest, pressing my lips over the steady beat of his heart. I lingered there, just feeling the thump of it against my skin.

As I wrapped my arms around his neck, it was like all the years between us fell away. I stared up at him, my expression filled with the ache of missing him.

He leaned down, his eyes searching my face. He saw everything there—the love, the hope, the pain of our separation. Then, gently, he kissed me. Softly. Tenderly. Like he was afraid I would disappear again.

He reached for the zipper of my dress, his fingers tracing the contour of my spine as he found the end and slowly unzipped it. I shivered at the sensation, goosebumps rising on my skin.

He broke the kiss long enough to nudge the fabric off my shoulders and slide the dress off me, leaving me in just my strapless bra and underwear.

He took in every inch of me with darkened eyes, and I could've swore I heard him whisper “beautiful” under his breath.

I slowly sat on the edge of the bed, my hands fumbling with his belt. Every touch was like electricity, every movement deliberate and slow.

He hunched down over me, one hand cupping my chin as he pulled me into a kiss. It was heated, desperate, filled with so much need it made my head spin.

I unhooked the belt and pulled it off, my fingers trailing along the edge of his pants.

He stepped out of his jeans, the muscles in his legs tense. His hair was now a mess from my fingers, and his lips were stained red with my lipstick.

I slowly crawled backwards onto the bed, my heart in my throat. He followed me, prowling toward me like a predator stalking his prey.

His gaze was dark, filled with hunger. He crawled onto the bed, covering my body with his own.

He was over me now, his arms on either side of me, fingers digging into the sheets. His breathing was ragged, and his body was heat. I could feel every tense line and plane of him pressed against me, and his eyes were almost black as they raked over me.

I reached up to drag his mouth back down to mine, needing as much of him as I could get. He groaned into the kiss, nipping at my bottom lip before delving deeper.

He broke the kiss just long enough to pant the words.

“I need you.”

His hands gripped the hem of my underwear, his eyes darkened even further. I lifted my hips in silent permission, my breath catching in my throat as he slowly pulled them down my legs.

I felt exposed, vulnerable. But the way he was looking at me… like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

I reached up to drag his mouth back down to mine, desperate for more.

He leaned back just long enough to pull off his boxers, his gaze fixed on me the entire time. I felt every nerve in my body catch fire, and I bit back a moan as my hips arched involuntarily, pressing up against him.

He let out a low, breathy chuckle. “Impatient, are we?”

I glared at him. “I hate you.”

He leaned down again, lips brushing against my ear as he murmured, “No you don’t.”

Zack captured my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding and dominating. I moaned into his mouth, my legs wrapping around his hips as he thrust into me without hesitation. The sensation was overwhelming, and I cried out, breaking the kiss to bury my face against his neck.

He started moving with a steady, powerful rhythm, his hands gripping my thighs as he lifted me up higher. The angle was deep and intense, making my eyes roll back as I clung to him.

“Fuck...” I breathed out, my nails digging into his back.

Zack’s hips snapped forward, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids. He pulled back slightly and looked at me with a smirk.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” He thrust hard and deep again, and again, each movement punctuated by my moans and his low chuckles.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, watching me intently. My breasts bounced slightly with each thrust, my hair wild and spread out on the pillow.

He knew he was hitting my deepest point when my mouth would drop open in a silent cry.

“Here?” He withdrew almost all the way and slammed back in, making my body jerk.

“Or here?” Zack asked with a smirk, pulling out before pushing back in at a different angle. This time, he was hitting a different spot entirely, and it felt even deeper.

I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the pillow. “Fuck, Zack!”

Zack knew every inch of my body better than I did. Four years apart hadn't changed that. He knew exactly where to touch, where to kiss, where to bite and suck to make me lose my mind. He remembered every sensitive spot, every moan-inducing angle.

The bed creaked loudly with each snap of his hips against mine. He suddenly broke the rhythm, one hand still gripping my thigh while the other moved to my back.

With a deft motion, he unclipped my bra with ease—something he’d done countless times before. “Let’s free these,”

He pulled back slightly, giving him the leverage to tug my bra free entirely. My breasts bounced free, and he immediately captured one in his mouth while continuing to thrust into me slowly.

His large hands kneaded both breasts roughly while his lips wrapped around my nipples sucking hard making me whine loud.

I writhed underneath him, my hands grasping at his hair and shoulders. The sensation of his mouth on my breasts combined with his slow, deep thrusts was driving me wild.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, my hips bucking up to meet his. He pulled off my breast with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to my nipple.

Zack’s rhythm became erratic as he felt my walls tightening around him. He captured my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing my moans as we both reached our climax. His tongue tangled with mine urgently while his hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself deep inside me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Zack groaned loudly against my mouth as he came, his hot release filling me up completely.

I moaned just as loudly, my legs wrapping around his waist tightly as I rode out my own intense orgasm. “Zack, oh god, Zack!”

As they both came down from their high, Zack collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. He pressed soft kisses to my neck and shoulder before resting his forehead against mine.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he whispered breathlessly, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

I cupped his face with both my hands, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks as I looked into his eyes. “I missed you more,” I whispered. Zack’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he broke out into a soft smile.

I couldn’t help but giggle softly, my fingers brushing through his hair. “I miss when you had those two strands of hair that always fell into your eyes,” I teased gently, remembering the younger version of him that I had fallen in love with.

Zack’s heart skipped a beat at my words and the gentle laughter that followed. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine once more as he whispered softly, “I’ll grow them back just for you. Every single strand.” His lips hovered mere millimeters from mine, inviting another kiss.

I shook my head with a smile, tracing his jawline with my fingers. “I love this Zack though,” I murmured, running my hands through his long hair.

“The older, more muscular Zack with the same handsome face I fell in love with.” I leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips.

Zack wrapped his arms around me tightly, holding me close as he kissed me back deeply. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me again.

I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, a nostalgic smile playing on my lips as memories of our younger selves flooded back.

“I love you more,” I said softly, my voice trembling with emotion and nostalgia. It felt like we were back in Zack’s room at Shinra Headquarters again.

Zack’s arms tightening around me like he was afraid to let go. “God, I missed hearing you say that,” he choked out, pressing his forehead against mine.

Zack never intended to let me go again. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling my scent deeply as he held me close.

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❝ ⌗ ﹒ 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 ! ໒꒱ ❞

lowkey bunsss and rushed so im very sorry T-T

smut .ᐟ f receiving .ᐟ unprotected sex .ᐟ p in v .ᐟ noctis x fem! reader .ᐟ

𝐀𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤, glaring at the pile of anatomy notes before me, I felt my eyelids growing heavier by the second. My head was pounding from hours of staring at the text, and my body ached for sleep.

The dorm door creaked open, and I lifted my head just enough to see Noctis walk in, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was tired.

His bag hit his bed with a thud, and he exhaled heavily before flopping onto the mattress, only halfway. One leg still dangled off the edge, lazy as ever.

I swallowed a yawn, squinting at him through sleep-deprived eyes. “You done with class?” My voice came out rough from disuse—or maybe from sheer exhaustion.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed nonchalantly, looking up at the ceiling.

I shifted my focus back to my notes and textbook, trying to force my brain to process all the medical jargon. It was a futile effort—my eyes kept going in and out of focus.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Noctis sit up on his bed, his gaze heavy on me. Ignoring him, I continued to stare at my notes, willing the information to make sense in my exhausted state.

After a moment of silence, Noctis’ voice cut through the air. “Still studying?”

I let out a sigh, the sound halfway between a laugh and a groan. “Yeah, and I’m making it harder than it needs to be, it seems.” I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair.

Noctis pushed himself off his bed, walking closer to where I sat. He leaned his back against my desk, looking down at the mess of notes and open textbooks on my table. His eyes flicked over the pages before settling back on me.

“Human anatomy?” he asked, a smug edge in his tone. “Come on, that’s easy.”

I raised a tired eyebrow at his nonchalance. “Easy for you, maybe.” I gestured to the array of notes and diagrams scattered across my desk. “I’m drowning in terms and functions I can’t remember.”

Noctis smirked, clearly amused by my struggle. “You’re overthinking it.”

I sighed, rubbing my temples in frustration. “Maybe,” I conceded, “But if I could just see it visualized in front of me, I think I could actually get something done.”

Noctis chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you saying you need a model?” he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

I rolled my eyes, already dreading where this was headed. “No, not like that.”

Noctis leaned in closer, a smug expression on his face. “Well,” he began, “You’re studying a male human body, and there so happens to be a male right here.” He gestured to himself.

"Lemme help you out.”

Without a second thought, Noctis pulled his shirt over his head, revealing sculpted muscles and defined abs. He tossed the shirt carelessly in the direction of his bed.

Noctis leaned back against the desk, folding his arms across his bare chest. His smirk hadn’t diminished, and he looked like he was enjoying this far too much. He glanced down at the open textbook, then back at me.

“Where shall we start?” he repeated.

As I delved into my notes, my focus intense, Noctis simply stood there, letting me work. I pointed at various body parts, listing their functions and characteristics as I circled them with a pen.

I refused to touch him in any way, and his smirk only deepened. It was like he was enjoying watching me work, but also the fact that I was being completely oblivious to the effect his toplessness was having on me at the time.

I tried my best to remain stoic, to maintain my professional demeanour, but damn, it wasn't easy. Every time I glanced up, the view of those rock-hard abs was almost hypnotizing.

I had to make a conscious effort to keep my breathing deep and even, to keep my hands from gripping something other than my pen.

The urge to run a finger over his muscle ripples was overwhelming, but I pushed it aside, determined to finish my study session.

Finally, I finished listing the last of the body parts, my hand cramping slightly from the constant writing. I let out a sigh and looked up at Noctis, stating, “All done.”

Noctis smirked in response, and without warning, grabbed my hand. “Now let’s test your knowledge,” he said, positioning my hand on his bicep. “See if you can remember.”

My breath hitched as his fingers guided mine over the defined curve of his bicep, warm under my touch. “Go on,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Name it.”

I swallowed hard, my pulse betraying me as I forced out the term from memory. “Biceps brachii” My words trailed off as his grip shifted my hand lower, skimming over the firm plane of his abdomen.

“Correct,” he hummed, clearly enjoying this far too much. His thumb pressed lightly against my wrist—just enough to feel my racing heartbeat. “Next?”

His fingers lingered, sliding my palm up to the broad slope of his shoulder—deliberate, unhurried. “Deltoid,” I breathed out, barely above a whisper.

Noctis let out a low chuckle. “Good.” His hand didn’t stop guiding mine downward, tracing the ridges of his collarbone next.

“Clavicle,” I managed before biting my lip as his fingers laced with mine completely, pulling them flush against the steady beat beneath his ribs. His heartbeat matched mine now—wild and off-rhythm.

Noctis tilted his head slightly toward where our hands rested over warmth and muscle and life pulsing under skin that suddenly felt too hot to bear.

The intensity in the room thickened as his hands moved ours lower, over the flat planes of his stomach, the muscles shifting with each breath.

I knew I was in trouble when I couldn’t name what I was touching at first—my mind was just too distracted by the sensation. His fingers intertwined with mine, the heat emanating from his skin, the quiet, intimate space between us.

When I finally spoke, it was barely above a whisper. “I can’t... I don't know…” I stumbled out.

Noctis smirked. “Try again.”

I took a shuddery breath, trying to concentrate, to pull myself together. “Rectus abdominis,” I managed, but my voice cracked slightly.

“Hmm...” Noctis hummed, still guiding our hands over the ridges of his abs, the movements slow, almost lazy now.

His eyes never left my face, tracking my every reaction, his smirk widening as my pulse raced. “That’s right.”

His smirk deepened as my fingers trembled against his skin, the textbook completely forgotten. “You missed one,” he murmured, deliberately moving my hand lower—just above the waistband of his sweats.

My breath caught. “That's—that’s not on the quiz.”

Noctis laughed low in his throat, all confidence and amusement and something far more dangerous than anatomy notes between us now.

“Extra credit, then.”

He left my hand there, resting against where the muscles tapered into the vee of his hips, a silent invitation. “Come on,” he murmured. “You were doing so well.”

This time, my voice was barely there at all. “Internal oblique.”

Noctis nodded, his fingers gently guiding mine again, tracing the ridges as if they were as familiar as lines of a map. “And?” He prompted.

“And... external oblique,” I breathed out, my eyes darting up to his.

Noctis smiled, a cocky, satisfied grin. “A+” He let my hand fall back to my side, a mix of relief and disappointment flooding me as the contact ended. I glanced down at my fingers, as if to make sure they still even worked.

Noctis leaned back against the desk once more, his smirk morphing into an actual smile, a rare and genuine expression. “You passed”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice sounding surprisingly shaky in the now-quiet room.

Noctis nodded, his hand still lingering on my waist as he looked at me from under his eyelashes. “No problem,” he replied, his gaze roaming unabashedly from my eyes down to my lips.

The proximity was suddenly overwhelming, the room too warm, too small. His touch was like fire, even through the fabric of my shirt.

Noctis leaned in, his movements slow, almost lazy, closing the gap between us inch by inch.

My brain was foggy and slow, too consumed by the adrenaline rush and the proximity to even think straight. Even so, I couldn’t resist tilting my chin upward, meeting him halfway. His breath was warm against my skin as his hand on my waist tightened, pulling us closer together.

My hands found purchase on the firm planes of his chest, his name a whispered curse on my lips.

“Noctis…”

The sound of his name on my lips seemed to snap the tension, and he bridged the last remaining distance, his mouth capturing mine in a searing kiss.

One hand fisted in the back of my hair, the other gripping my waist possessively. His tongue swiped against my lower lip, demanding entrance.

I parted for him, a soft gasp escaping me as he deepened the kiss, his grip holding me there—like a drowning man finding an anchor.

His hands started to wander, running up the sides of my ribcage, fingertips grazing the edge of my bra through the thin fabric of my shirt. He swallowed my gasp as he pressed the length of his body against me, his thigh sliding between mine.

I moaned into his mouth as he continued his assault, his touch becoming more demanding—more determined. His hands moved from my waist to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up slowly.

“Off,” he murmured against my lips, his tone brooking no argument.

I complied, my fingers finding the hem of my shirt and helping him to pull it up and over my head. The air was cool against my heated skin, but it didn’t matter—not when his hands were immediately back on me, tracing the contours of my body.

Noctis captured my mouth in another kiss, this one even more passionate and intense than before. His tongue explored, his teeth nipped at my lower lip, and my knees almost buckled beneath me.

Noctis hoisted me up effortlessly, my back hitting the cool, hard surface of the desk. Papers went flying as he swept his arm across, clearing a space for my body.

My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, his hands gripping my thighs tightly as he deepened our kiss.

His lips never left mine as he ground against me, the hard length of him pressing against my core. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging into his hair as I pulled him closer. He tasted like sin and desire, and I was drowning in it.

Noctis broke the kiss only to trail his lips down my neck, sucking and biting gently. His hands released my thighs to roam up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin fabric of my bra. My head fell back, giving him more room as I gasped and arched into his touch.

A soft whimper escaped my lips as he sucked hard enough to leave a mark on my neck. His hands were now firmly on my breasts, squeezing gently through the fabric.

The sensation made my legs tighten around him instinctively. He growled low in his throat at the sound, nipping at my pulse point.

“N-Noctis” I moaned, my voice trembling as he kneaded my flesh and pinched my sensitive peaks through my bra.

My whimpers filled the room, mixing with the sound of his wet kisses on my neck. “F-Fuck”

Noctis' lips left a trail of fire down my chest, over my stomach, until he was on his knees between my legs. His eyes met mine as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, slowly pulling them down my thighs.

He pushed my legs wider apart, his hands resting on my inner thighs as he looked up at me with a hungry gaze.

Without warning, he buried his face between my legs, his warm breath hitting my sensitive core. I cried out loudly, my hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

His tongue flicked out, licking a long stripe up my slit before focusing on my clit. He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves while his fingers dug into my thighs.

“Oh god, oh fuck, Noctis!” I was a mess of moans and whimpers, my hips bucking involuntarily against his face.

He added a finger inside me, then two, pumping them in time with his tongue's movements. The dual sensation was overwhelmingly pleasurable.

I grabbed his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed him harder against my pussy. My moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” I begged, my hips grinding shamelessly against his face.

My head fell back, my mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure as he ate me out like his life depended on it. My thighs trembled on either side of his head, my core tightening around his fingers as he curled them just right.

With a final, hard suck on my clit, he sent me over the edge. I came undone, my body shaking violently as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

My hands gripped his hair tightly enough to hurt as I rode out my orgasm, throwing my head back even further. “FUCK!”

I pulled his head back, breaking the seal between his mouth and my pussy. His eyes were indeed glossy with desire and satisfaction, his lips shiny with my wetness.

Before he could react, I pulled him up by his hair and crashed my lips against his again. “Mmmph,”

Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, tongues sliding against each other as I slowly reached into his sweats. My hand wrapped around his hard length, making him groan into my mouth. He hovered over me, arms bracketing my thighs, letting me explore and stroke him through his sweats.

“Fuck,” he hissed against my lips, his hips bucking slightly into my hand.

His eyes were dark with lust as he watched me stroke him slowly through the fabric of his sweats. I could feel how hot and hard he was, and it made my pussy throb with need.

He looked back up at me. Our noses brushed against each other, our breaths mingling as I finally pulled his cock out of his sweats.

He was thick and hard, the tip already glistening with precum. I stroked him slowly, my thumb spreading the wetness around his head.

“Baby...” he breathed, his voice shaking with restraint.

His arms trembled as he held himself above me, giving me full control. I wrapped both hands around him, stroking faster now that there was no fabric in the way.

“Shit... like that...”

His forehead pressed against mine, his mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’ as I jerked him off.

His eyebrows were scrunched together in pleasure, little sounds escaping his throat that I’d never heard before—needy, desperate noises that made my core ache. “Y/N...”

I looked him up and down. His broad shoulders were bunched with tension, muscles flexing every time my hands moved down his length.

His abs were tight and defined, leading down to that ‘V’ that made girls drool. His eyes were darkly handsome, his lips red and puffy from making out. “Fuck,”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. Noctis, my roommate—who I’d known for months and never once thought about in a sexual way—was hard as steel in my hands, his face contorted with pleasure because of me. His hair was messy from my fingers running through it during our kisses.

His hips jerked involuntarily as I tightened my grip and started twisting my wrists on the upstroke. A strangled moan escaped him, his forehead pressing harder against mine so our noses were almost touching.

Pre-cum leaked more profusely from his tip, coating my hands. “Stop...”

“Stop?” I teased, slowing down my strokes to almost nothing. My thumbs traced patterns on his sensitive head, knowing full well what that word really meant.

“You don’t like this?” I batted my eyelashes innocently, watching his eyes darken even more with lust and frustration.

“You know what I meant,” he gritted out, his hips twitching for more friction. “You jacking me off like this... it feels too good. You’re gonna make me cum in two seconds.” His eyes dropped down to watch my hands again.

“Shit!” He lurched forward suddenly, his abs tightening as his release hit him without warning.

He came hard, hot strings of cum shooting onto my stomach, coating my hands a second later. His eyes screwed shut, mouth open in a silent cry.

His body shook with aftershocks, his length pulsing in my hands as he emptied himself onto me. His forehead stayed pressed against mine, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. As he came down from his high, he opened his eyes to find me staring at him with wide, shocked eyes.

He looked down at my shocked expression, noticing how I was staring at him like I’d never seen him before. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face.

He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. “I need you,” he murmured against my mouth.

I pulled him closer without breaking the kiss, my legs wrapping around his hips to line him up with my entrance.

I was so wet that I knew he’d slide in easily. “Then take me,” I demanded, breaking the kiss to look into his eyes. “If you’re gonna fuck me, fuck me.”

His pupils dilated with desire at my commanding tone. Without another word, he grabbed my thighs and lifted them higher around his waist, positioning himself perfectly at my entrance.

In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside me to the hilt, making us both groan loudly as he stretched me open.

I moaned loudly as he filled me completely. He held still inside me, giving my body time to adjust to his size. His hands squeezed my thighs possessively as he watched my face intently, taking in every reaction. The head of his cock pressed against that sweet spot inside me already.

Once he could tell I was adjusted to him, he started moving slowly at first—deep, steady thrusts that hit my cervix with every stroke.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in slowly. “You’re so tight.”

His slow movements quickly grew faster and harder. His hips snapped against mine, making my breasts bounce and my legs shake.

“Take my dick, baby,” he growled, his hands gripping my thighs harder. “Take it all.”

He lifted one of my legs higher over his shoulder, changing the angle and hitting a spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.

He started pounding into me relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room.

He leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss as he continued to fuck me senseless. His tongue mimicked the movements of his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth in sync with his cock inside me.

“Mmmphh...!” I moaned into the kiss, my legs shaking violently as he hit that spot over and over.

My nails dug into his back, scratching him hard as I held on for dear life. “A-Ahhn... N-Noctis! Right there! Don’t stop”

Noctis buried his face in my neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin as he held onto the edge of the desk and slammed into me mercilessly.

I held onto the back of his head, holding him in place as I moaned his name like a prayer. “N-Noctis!”

I couldn’t believe that studying the human anatomy with Noctis had led to this. I never expected that learning about bones and muscles would end with Noctis’ thick dick stretching out my pussy.

He lifted his head up briefly, looking at me with dark, hungry eyes. “You like that?” he growled, slamming into me even harder. “You like how deep I’m in?”

With one hand still gripping the desk, Noctis used his other hand to roughly pull down my bra, exposing my breast.

He immediately captured my hard nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting as he continued to pound into me. I was a mess, completely lost in pleasure.

“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he groaned against my nipple before switching to the other one.

His hips moved faster, his cock slamming into me with brutal force. The desk shook violently under us, threatening to collapse from the intensity.

The desk slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust, leaving dents in the drywall. Noctis was fucking me so hard that the entire room shook. The wet sounds of our coupling filling the air alongside my desperate moans and his grunts of pleasure.

Noctis’ grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white as he let out a low whimper, his hips moving faster and faster.

“Fuck, your pussy feels so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

“Oh my god, right there! Yes, yes, YES! Don’t stop!” I screamed, my orgasm building rapidly. My pussy tightened around his cock as I got closer and closer to the edge. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Where do you want it?” he whispered harshly against my neck, not slowing down his brutal pace.

I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the wall as I clenched around him desperately. “Inside!” I cried out.

Noctis growled possessively at my answer, his hips moving faster and harder than before. “You want my cum inside this pretty little pussy?” he asked gruffly.

I nodded frantically, unable to form words as my orgasm crashed over me. “Yes!”

As I screamed through my orgasm, my nails dug into Noctis’ back, leaving deep scratches as pleasure overwhelmed me completely.

The desk slammed against the wall one final time before Noctis threw his head back with a loud groan, “Take it all like a good girl..”

Noctis’ head fell into the crook of my neck as he emptied himself inside me deeply. His hot seed filled my womb rapidly, overflowing and spilling down onto the floor. His body covered mine, trying to catch his breath.

I kissed along his sweaty face and neck gently, coming down from my high slowly. My legs wrapped around his waist loosely, keeping him close.

“Mmm... Noctis,” I murmured against his skin, nuzzling into him affectionately. He hummed softly in response, nuzzling back.

Noctis chuckled softly against my neck, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Didn’t know helping you study the human anatomy would end with me fucking you senseless on the desk,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

He pulled back slightly to look at me, a smirk playing on his lips as he rested his forehead against mine. “Though I have to admit, this is definitely the most... hands-on way to learn about human anatomy.”

His hand slid down to gently squeeze my ass. “How about again but I bend you over the desk instead?” He asked teasingly.

Noctis laughed as I pushed him back playfully, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You wish,” I retorted, smiling back at him.

“Unfortunately, I have a test tomorrow morning, so I need to get some rest.” I sighed, stretching my arms above my head.

Noctis walked between my thighs slowly, his hands resting on the desk on either side of my hips. He leaned in close, kissing me deeply and slowly, trying to tempt me to change my mind. His tongue slid against mine persuasively as he pressed gentle kisses along my jaw and neck.

“Mmm...” I moaned softly into the kiss, my hands sliding up his bare chest. But then I remembered the massive test awaiting me tomorrow and forced myself to pull back with a regretful sigh.

“Noctis, I mean it,”

“Please?” He whined softly, kissing me again slowly and deeply, his hands sliding up my thighs possessively.

“Just one more time.” His voice was low and pleading against my lips, his body pressing between my thighs temptingly.

Before I knew it, I was bent over the desk with Noctis behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he slammed into me from behind hard and fast.

“NOCTIS!” I screamed out his name, my hands trying to grip the edge of the desk tightly as he fucked me mercilessly.

The next morning, I walked into the classroom. My mind replaying the intense memories from last night. The human anatomy test was a breeze—muscle memory kicking in thanks to Noctis' thorough “study session.”

After submitting my test and receiving confirmation that I had passed the class, I walked back to our shared dorm room with a triumphant smile.

As I entered, I saw Noctis sitting at his desk, focused on his laptop. I closed the door behind me and announced proudly, “I passed.”

Noctis immediately got up from his seat and walked over to me, his arms wrapping around my waist possessively. “I’m guessing our intense ‘study session’ last night really paid off,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and smug.

I smiled mischievously and replied, “I’m guessing so.” Noctis chuckled softly before his arms tightened around my waist and he whispered huskily in my ear, “Now that I’m thinking about it, I have another ‘lesson’ I need to teach you...”

“Oh yeah?” I asked playfully, already feeling myself getting aroused from his tone alone.

“What subject is this?” I asked. His hands slid down to squeeze my ass firmly.

“Human reproduction,” he replied gruffly, pressing his growing erection against me.

Noctis didn’t waste any time. He picked me up effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to his bed.

With a hungry kiss, he laid me down gently before climbing on top of me, ready to give me another intense lesson.