super horny babymama!reader with babydaddy!suguru tending to her every needs no matter how dire or casual they may be.
thank you for the request pookieeee, i hope you like it <3
you sat there staring at your phone, an unamused look on your face as you read the text from your supposed to be date tonight.
hate to do this, but I gotta cancel last minute…
all you can do is sigh in disappointment, rolling your eyes and tossing your phone onto your bed. You didn’t have the energy to respond, quite literally drained from scrolling on dating apps twenty four seven and having dates canceled. Getting back into the dating life was harder than you thought, especially now since you were single mother. It’s been tough finding someone, wanting a long lasting relationship and a nice guy who’ll also prove that he’s good enough for your kid too.
Even if you can’t find someone for long term at the moment, you were definitely in need for a good fuck. You couldn’t remember the last time you actually had someone in your bed. The built up sexual frustration added to your stress. You were so excited for this day too, even got Shoko to babysit for you after begging and begging. You frowned, heels clicking against the floor, getting a good look at yourself in the mirror, dress hugging you in all the right places and your makeup enhancing your features. It was a complete waste.
Whatever. You’ll just use the time to have some fun for yourself, reaching into your drawer to pull out your vibrator, hoping that it’ll help take some of the edge off. Any longer without cumming and you feel like you might explode. Unfortunately a horrible idea pops into your head the second you reach in your drawer. An idea that involved calling your baby daddy for a quick fuck.
You and suguru were great at co parenting, but getting too close would always make things messy and confusing, but would it really hurt to have him back in your bed again after a few months. The more and more you thought about it the nastier your thoughts became. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew all your sweet spots, what made you tick and how to make you cum within minutes. Your pussy throbbed at the thought, and you broke.
You dialed his number, the phone only ringing twice before you heard his voice on the phone. “Hello?” He answered.
“Hey, Suguru.” You bit your lip.
“Hey, baby. Everything alright?” Despite not being together for a while, he never dropped the nickname despite your comments about it.
“Mmm, yeah. I just…my date canceled on me and I was wondering—”
“Need to me to come over?” He finished your sentence, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Anything for you, baby.”
“Yeah, but…I’m just feeling really fucking horny right now,” you take a deep breath, “and I need you so badly. I’ve been pent up for so fucking long, Sugu,” you whine.
“I know, baby, I know. Just be ready for me when I get there.”
Now twenty minutes later, Geto has you riding his cock, his hands squeezing at your hips. You’re bouncing on him with such intensity, greedily pleasing yourself, using his cock to get off. And he lets you without a care in the world. He watches your pussy cream around him, your pretty tits bouncing in his face, tempting to suck on. “That’s it, ride that dick,” he pants, reaching down and rubbing your clit with his thumb.
“Nnnghh, Sugu,” you cry, lewd moans bouncing off the walls and straight to his ears. “I love your cock…feels so fucking good,” you whimper. Your hips are slamming down harder, eyes rolling back at the pleasure coursing through your veins. Your chest heaves up and down with each breath, falling back on your hands and spreading your legs more, grinding your hips against his cock. “Mmmph,” your teeth catch your lower lip.
“Ohh yes, show off that pretty pussy to me,” he groans, still messily rubbing your clit. He feels your cunt clench down on him, a broken moan escaping his lips. “Fuckkk, I can’t get enough of you.” He bucks his hips up, fucking you back. The sound of your pussy squelching makes his cock throb even harder, your juices gathering at the base of his cock with each lethal thrust.
“Shit, shit, right there!” You moan. As you grow closer to your orgasm, your body grows tired from riding, making it hard to catch your breath. Geto notices how much of you slowed down, brows furrowed in concentration before he pulls you up and holds you against his sweaty chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you tightly as he takes over, plunging his cock into you. “Ohhhh shit. Oh my god you’re so fucking deep, Sugu!” Your nails claw at his shoulders, your moans pouring into his ear.
The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room, his cock thrusting in and out a rough and selfish pace. It’s like he needed your orgasm more than you with the way he was fucking you. He always knew how to do it just right, making your toes curl, leaving you speechless and a drooling mess. “Cum, baby, fucking cum,” he whimpers, gritting his teeth as his movements grow sloppier. “No one else can make you feel this good, huh? Fucking you so deep and raw, making you cum harder and harder round after round,” his sultry voice sends shivers down your spine. “This pussy is mine. Say it.” You can hear the cocky smirk in his voice.
“Ah, yes, it’s yours!” You cry out, biting down on his shoulder as he continuously pounds into you, satisfying your every craving and need to be fucked. He knows exactly how you need it, and puts it down just right. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for you to stay away, and he plays right into each time because he can’t stay away either. He’s there at your every beck and call no matter what.
Your pornographic moans grow only louder, dripping cunt clenching around his thick cock before your body begins shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. “I’m cummingggg!” Your eyes roll back, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips while he fucks you through it.
“Fuck, yes, you feel so good!” His grip on you is bruising, your pussy creaming more than before as his thrusts grow stronger. “Ohh shit, you’re bouta make me fucking cum,” he breathes heavily, quickly making the decision to pull out before he ends up making a rash decision and getting you pregnant again. The warmth of his sticky cum coats your pussy lips, geto making sure to smear it between your folds. “Damn, baby,” he breathily chuckles.
“Oh my god,” you lay there on his chest, trying to catch your breath. “God, I haven’t cum that hard in so long. I feel like I blacked out for a second,” you giggle. His fingers hook under your jaw, pulling you in for a kiss, his tongue sliding against your lips and into your mouth. Your hands travel down his toned stomach, pulling away. “Fuck me again,” you whisper, your hand sliding lower, wrapping around his hard cock. Geto wastes no time, flipping you onto your back, your knees pushed up to your chest.
SYNOPSIS...suguru is your plug, but he’s also your new fuck buddy
INFO...plug!suguru x fem!reader, weed, smoking, being high, high sex, riding, cream pie, praise, spanking, clit stimulation, pet names, not proofread
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
Suguru was known around town as a dealer, selling weed to whoever needed it at the time, making money and getting high. He was also known for being fine as hell, getting girls who claim him to be some sort of sex god. You bought weed from him time to time, walking out to his car to exchange cash or sending it through cash app. Either way, he would get his money some how. But one thing about Suguru is that he took quite a liking to you. He was surprised when you first texted him, asking if he was still out.
When he first met you, he found you sexy. You had this down to earth demeanor, wearing your pajamas when you met him at your front door. He couldn’t help but smile at you, glancing at you every know and then. He even went out of his way to text you himself, asking if you needed more weed or if you were still good just so he could have an excuse to talk to you. The more you saw each other more flirting happened, giving you compliments, ghosting his fingers over your cheek to make you look at him.
It wasn’t until one night he asked if you could smoke with him after he was done selling. You agreed, inviting him over your house. Both of you should’ve expected more than a smoking session was going to happen with the way you were staring at each other, eyes low and red as he licked his lips and passed the blunt to you. “I’m guessing you don’t got a boyfriend, right?” He asked.
“If it wasn’t obvious already, no,” you chuckled, taking a drag. You inhaled the smoke, blowing the excess out. “What about you? You got a girlfriend?” There was a small smirk on your face.
“No,” he shook his head, “not really my thing.” He took the blunt from your hands, holding it between his fingers as he stared at you.
“Why do you always stare at me like that, hm?” You leaned towards him. “What are you thinking about?”
Suguru inhaled the smoke with breaking eye contact with you, blowing the rest of it towards you. “Just thinking about how much I wanna fuck you right now.”
Within minutes both of your clothes were off, heated kisses and swallowed moans as you sank down on his length while he smacked your ass. You pulled away from the kiss, letting out a soft whimper as you moved your hips. “Pussy is so tight and wet for me,” he chuckled.
You gasped, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. He’s been thinking of this moment since he laid eyes on your pretty face. Your pussy feels so good wrapped around his cock, the sexual pleasure mixing with his high made him feel like he was in heaven. “Mmm, fuck!” You moaned, slamming your hips down against his, adjusting to his size. His hand rested on your hip, guiding you up and down his cock.
“That’s it, ride my dick and put on a show for me.” He looked at where you two met, watching the way your pussy swallowed him whole. You leaned back slightly on your hands, spreading your legs wider. “There you fucking go.” You were already creaming around him, biting down on your lip as you felt him press against your g-spot, a shivering feeling of pleasure raking through your body.
You were so turned on, feeling everything multiplied by one hundred, all thanks to the high. Everytime you smoked you got so horny, never failing to touch yourself and fuck yourself stupid, but now suguru was here to help. “Ohh, shit, shit! Sugu—ah!” Your eyes rolled back, unable to slow your movements, so focused on fucking yourself on his cock. “Feels so fucking good!”
“Look at that pretty pussy.” He took a hit from the blunt, his other hand reaching up to rub your neglected clit. He couldn’t stop looking at you, the way your eyes rolled back, the desperation in your eyes everytime you looked at him, almost like you were begging him to make you cum. He could fall in love with you right now if he wanted, already addicted to the way your pussy was gripping his dick and how pretty you sounded when you moaned his name. “Goddamn, baby, you’re fucking me so good,” he breathily spoke.
“Yeah?” You smirked, slamming your hips down on him harder, lewd noises of skin to skin filling your bedroom.
“Such a good girl for me. Keep going, you’re gonna make me cum already—shit!” He bit down on his bottom lip, thumb rubbing your swollen and sensitive clit. You pushed yourself forward, breathing heavily as you leaned down and greedily kissed his lips, still riding him. Suguru squeezed your ass, plush flesh spilling through his fingers. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip before meeting his, messily moving against each other before pulling away. “That’s it, that’s it, don’t stop. Wanna see your pretty face when I cum inside.”
He planted his feet on the bed, meeting your hips, thrusting up into you. “Oh my god! Yes! Yes!” You screamed, hot flashes of pure bliss ran down your spine, sending goosebumps all over your body. You were on the edge of your orgasm, nails raking down his bare chest. “Sugu,” you moaned.
“Cum for me, come on,” he grunted. He repeatedly kept pounding your sweet spot over and over again, your jaw slack as your mind went blank. An orgasm raked through your body, quivering above him as both of your moans filled the room. “Atta fucking girl!” He kept slamming into, his balls slapping against your ass he grew closer to cumming. “Fuck!” Suguru pushed into you harshly, hot spurt of cum coating your gummy walls, spilling out of the sides and down his shaft. You whimpered at the feeling, stealing another kiss from him as he pulled out of your sticky pussy. He landed a quick smack on your ass, chuckling as he came down from his high. “Shit, baby.” He looked up at you, smiling.
You collapsed against his chest, giggling as you both tried to catch your breath. “We should have fucked sooner,” you spoke, running your hand up and down his abdomen.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make up for lost time.” He handed you the blunt, allowing you take a hit. You closed your eyes as you inhaled the smoke and blew it out.
“I’m still horny,” you admitted, a small grin on your face. You kissed down his neck, smirking against his skin. “Wanna go for round two in a minute?” You whispered. “We both don’t have any plans. We could just stay inside all night and fuck.” Your fingers grazed over his semi hard dick, feeling twitch at your touch.
summary: going to the skate park for the first time is a little intimidating when you can barely balance on your board - lucky for you a kind and handsome skater is there to show you the ropes!
word count: 2.6k
content: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, piv, blow jobs, choso is a big softie in this hehe
a/n: the s3 trailer from the other day had me having some choso thoughts for once so here you go!
It took you about two weeks to work up the courage to go to the skatepark.
You’d finally bitten the bullet and bought yourself a skateboard and a whole lot of protective gear, but the thought of actually trying to get on the board in a public place was terrifying.
It was only after your friend pointed out that you weren’t going to get any better just practicing in the privacy of your backyard, that you decided that you needed to face your fears and go.
However, as you made your way into the park, the whole place covered in graffiti and filled with experienced skaters doing tricks and showing off, you figured that you might’ve made a mistake by coming here.
You could barely keep your balance whilst standing still on a skateboard - you’d already had plenty of embarrassing slips practicing in your yard, the board flying out from under you as you tried to push yourself forward.
Seeing that everyone here had so much experience made you want to turn tail and run home.
But you’d come all the way out here now, you’d be a total coward if you gave in to your whims and left. Besides, you really wanted to become a good skater like everyone else here, and you weren’t going to achieve that if you were afraid of even trying in the first place.
Everyone had to start somewhere, all the experienced skaters here must’ve sucked at some point too. You just had to bite the bullet and act like it wasn’t utterly humiliating to fall off your board over and over again in front of all these people.
Even if it still felt like your worst nightmare.
Trying your best to keep your anxiety at bay, you went over to a flat part of the skatepark - an area with lots of smooth open space, likely created with beginners like you in mind so that you could try and get to grips with controlling the board. Fortunately for you, that area was mostly empty, with the majority of skaters over by the ramps and rails.
That made you feel a little better as you put on your helmet and protective pads, but still feeling a bit embarrassed as you noted that hardly any of the other skaters seemed to be wearing any form of protective gear while you were kitted out from head to toe.
It didn’t matter, you weren’t going to be influenced by them to take it off - you didn’t want to break everything when you inevitably fell off your board.
Once you actually got on your board, all your focus was dedicated to that, and your concerns about judgement quickly fell away as you got lost in the frustration of your body not doing what you wanted it to.
All you’d really managed at home was to stand on the board while it was stationary, any attempt to push forward with your foot ended in tragedy in a matter of pushes, and you couldn’t even imagine bringing both feet onto the board while you were in motion. That just seemed like an impossible feat.
But you were here today to try and figure it out, you just needed to be patient.
It was about 15 minutes later that you discovered patience wasn’t one of your virtues, holding back tears as you stared down at the damned board, knees aching despite the pads from the amount of times that you’d fallen straight off the stupid object.
And to make matters worse, just as you were mumbling a bunch of curse words at the board, a shadow loomed over you, stalling you in your tracks as you whipped around to see who had approached.
It was one of the skaters you’d seen when you’d first arrived at the park, a slender man with brown hair tied into two bunches, deep brown eyes and a tattoo crossing the bridge of his nose. He was wearing a big purple hoodie and black cargo pants, his beat up board tucked under his arm as he peered at you.
You froze as you stared back at him.
It was evident that he was a great skater - he’d been doing all sorts of tricks on the rails earlier. Was he here to tell you that you sucked? Maybe he was going to tell you that you shouldn’t be here. If he did you’d have to stand your ground. The skatepark was for everyone.
“Do you want some help?” His kind voice cut sharply through the stream of worries flowing through your mind. Those brown eyes softening as he noted the panic on your face. “It can be hard to get a hang of if you’re figuring it out alone.”
You blinked at him a few times. There was a prideful side of you that wanted to turn down any offer of help, desperate to prove that you were more than capable of figuring things out independently. But you really did need guidance, it wouldn’t hurt to get some pointers from this guy - he seemed nice enough if he was willing to come over here and offer to help without making fun of you.
Besides, he was also very attractive and that played into your decision at least a little.
“If it's not too much trouble?” You responded shyly and he smiled.
“Not at all! I taught all my brothers so teaching you should be a breeze.” He said with a little chuckle. “My name’s Choso, by the way.”
You told him your name in return, feeling a little more at ease than you’d been five minutes ago. If he’d taught his brothers to skate then he obviously had tons of experience, maybe he’d be able to teach you how to stay on the damn thing for more than three seconds.
“What have you got down so far?” Choso asked, gesturing to the board. You imagined that he’d probably already seen plenty of your failed attempts, but didn’t want to hurt your feelings by making any broad assumptions about your skill.
“Not much. Standing still is okay.”
That felt embarrassing to admit because in reality you had absolutely nothing down so far.
“That’s good! Being able to balance is the first hurdle. Getting to grips with movement is always the hard bit, but once it clicks you’ll be capable of basically everything. Have you figured out a leading foot?”
“Leading foot?”
“Yeah, skaters generally have a foot they favor to go in front on the board, while the back leg does the pushing. It's better if you stick to the same foot rather than switching all the time so you don’t confuse yourself.”
“My right should be on the board, I guess?” That definitely felt like the natural answer and Choso nodded encouragingly.
“Perfect, we’re halfway there then.” He said. “From what I could see from over there you almost had it but the positioning of your foot on the board was just a little bit off - you need to keep your foot pointing forward, kinda like how you’d walk...”
Choso spent the next hour or so outlining every beginner skateboarding technique that he could think of, giving you demonstrations where you couldn’t quite understand what he was trying to explain, and then getting you to give it a go yourself. Whenever you didn’t get the hang of something straight away he’d give you a smile and some gentle encouragement to give it another go.
By the time the sun was starting to set you’d not only managed to push forward on your board, but also achieved standing two feet on it while it was moving. You weren’t very good at it yet, but Choso had even managed to teach you the basics of how to turn.
In comparison to how you’d felt arriving at the park, you were practically a pro now, giggling as you rode up and down that flat beginners section, legs feeling a whole lot less shaky than they had earlier.
Choso was positively beaming at you as you stumbled off your board beside him, breathing heavily. Your dismounts could still use some work, but Choso had mentioned that was something that came with time. Skating was mostly just repetition, your body needed to practice the movement over and over again to perfect it.
“I knew you’d be easier to teach than my brothers. Yuji had at least four meltdowns and you didn’t even have one!” He said with a chuckle, gazing down at you.
“I wanted to.” You said with a little pout, considering how close you’d been to snapping the skateboard in half before Choso had come over. “You’re a really good teacher.”
He shrugged. “You’re a good student. It was easy.”
Your heart stuttered a little at his praise. It was getting late, your body was tired and you should probably head home soon. But you didn’t really want your time with Choso to end. He was a comforting presence at your side, and you really wanted to get to know him a little better.
If you just headed off home now without at least getting his number or something you’d be an idiot.
“Do you wanna go and get some food?” You blurted out, panicking at the way surprise seemed to appear on Choso’s handsome face. “I mean- I want to pay you back with something for taking the time to teach me.” You twisted your fingers together nervously.
“You don’t have to pay me back, but I would like to go and get food.”
That’s how the two of you ended up at a cute little taco place just down the road, somewhere that Choso said he’d often go after a long day at the skatepark. You’d figured that he wouldn’t stay long, that he was only really hanging out because he was nice and you’d invited him.
You hadn’t expected to spend hours in that cozy booth together, getting to know everything about the other, giggling at Choso’s endless stories about his younger brothers and all the antics that they’d get into.
Even though you’d just met him, you felt unbelievably at ease with him, able to talk about anything and everything, from skateboarding to your horrible ex-boyfriend that you’d recently broken up with. And it felt like Choso really listened, playing careful attention to everything that you had to say, always following up with questions.
It was nice, and as the server gently prompted you to leave so that they could close up the restaurant, you found yourself feeling a little disappointed that the evening had to end.
So you didn’t even hesitate when Choso invited you back to his place, letting him crash his lips against yours as the two of you sat on the couch of his little apartment. He tasted sweet, his lips soft and comforting against yours, and you desperately wanted more.
Hands tangling in his hoodie, you tugged at it until he got the hint and pulled it off, helping you remove your own shirt as he pushed you down onto the sofa, climbing on top of you and planting a few more kisses to your lips before shifting his attention down.
He left a hot trail of kisses down your neck all the way to your breasts, a soft sigh of relief leaving your mouth as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking it between his lips while one of his hands played with the other, rolling the bud gently through his long fingers.
You bucked your hips up against him, desperate for friction even through your clothes, grinding against the bulge that had formed in his cargo pants. He groaned against your chest, cock hardening a little as you tugged at his brown hair, trying anything that you could to pull him closer to you.
He released your nipple with a soft pop as your hand snaked down his trousers, gripping his hardened cock firmly and giving it a few pumps. “F-fuck-” He gasped, brown eyes looking at you with reverence.
His hands went to the top of his cargo pants, pulling them down and allowing his cock to spring out, already leaking with precum. Clearly not wanting to be the only one naked, he tugged at the waist of your trousers, encouraging you to shimmy out of them and your panties, leaving you bare before him.
Wanting to do something for him after how much he’d done for you today, you were pushing him to sit back on the sofa as you dropped to your knees between his legs, gripping his cock and leaning forward, licking the tip enticingly.
Choso dropped his head back against the couch, letting out a deep groan as you licked at his length, teasing his tip for a few moments before wrapping your lips around him. You worked yourself down his cock easily, hollowing your cheeks and moving forward until your nose was pressed against his pelvis.
The tip of his cock was pressed against the back of your throat, and the man before you couldn’t seem to hold back high-pitched whines as you started to bob your head up and down his length, your tongue swirling against the sensitive skin, enjoying the way that his cock was twitching so desperately inside you.
It didn’t take him long to cum, with Choso spluttering out a warning just before it happened, giving you the chance to move back rather than having him cum in your mouth. But you wanted to prove how grateful you were, so there was no way in hell that you were letting him finish anywhere but inside you.
He watched you with awe as you swallowed his load, blinking up at him with big eyes as you moved back, wiping cum from the side of your mouth.
“Shit- sorry, you didn’t have to-”
You silenced him with a kiss, climbing onto his lap with your legs positioned either side of his thighs. Reaching beneath you, you carefully positioned his still hard cock against your entrance, letting out a moan as you sank down onto him, enjoying the feeling of him stretching you out as he filled you up.
“Fuck. You’re so tight.” He gasped at the feeling of you wrapped around him, leaning forward and capturing your lips once more as you started to bounce yourself on his length, using what strength you had left after your day of skating to make both of you feel good.
Choso moved his own hips up in tandem, bucking them to meet you each time you brought yourself down on him, his tip brushing up against your sweet spot with each thrust. His hands were positioned firmly on your hips, helping you keep your movements going as the strength in your legs started to falter, pulling you down on his cock over and over again.
“O-oh Choso.” You whined as he hit a particularly deep spot, your fingers digging desperately into his shoulders as you tried to hold on, the need for release building in your gut as you buried your face in his soft hair.
He let out a little grunt as he increased his pace a little. “You feel so good.” He panted out between groans, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as your nails drew blood from his shoulders, your body teetering desperately on the edge.
“Ah- C-Cho I’m gonna c-cum.” You whined desperately, letting out a high-pitched cry of his name as your orgasm ripped through you, body shaking as you came undone on his length, with Choso spilling into you just moments later.
You kissed him hard as you came down from your highs, making out nice and slow in that blissful afterglow of sex, only pulling back when his cum started to cool against your thighs. He gave you a soft smile as you pulled yourself off him, his brown eyes twinkling.
“Want me to teach you more skateboarding?” He asked, and you broke out into a big smile.
“God, yes.”
a/n: had to watch a skateboarding tips video to write this hehe I'm sorry to any skaters if I'm talking shit at any point
Modern-day college AU where Sokka’s down bad for his best friend, who’s trying to move on from a loser ex. When the opportunity arises to show her just how lame that guy really was compared to what else is out there (aka him), can he get out of his own goofy way to make it happen?
Alternatively: When your ex tells you you’ll never find anyone who can do it like him and your best friend bets you he can do it better than your ex, what’s a girl to do but accept the challenge?
First person POV. OK so to be honest, I was originally going to write this as a Bucky Barnes thing but after writing the Zuko post and then re-reading my first draft for this, I couldn’t stop seeing Sokka as the guy. So, here we are. (I did change a LOT to make this more suitable for Sokka. Bucky Barnes is a much more serious character lol).
Tags/warnings? friends-to-lovers, p in v sex
word count: 6.8k
The excessive sex scene radiating off of Sokka’s TV had me rolling my eyes. “Performative bullshit,” I chastised under my breath.
“What’s wrong, too boring for you?” Sokka teased from across the couch.
Glaring up at his slouched stature, I thought how he couldn’t recognize a rhetorical statement if his life depended on it.
“I just think it’s gratuitous…” I explained awkwardly, “and unrealistic.”
“How is it unrealistic? They’re just having sex.” He countered, seemingly oblivious to how little I wanted to be talking about sex with him.
“Yeah, but…” I bit my lip as the beautiful actress on screen scrunched her face from the below-screen action she was supposedly receiving. “Women don’t usually…I mean, I don’t know of any guys who willingly—"
“Are you saying that I lost all those brain cells listening to you complain about Jet and he wasn’t even good in bed?” His voice pitched with bitter amusement.
“What braincells?” I retorted though I wasn’t entirely sure of if I was defending myself or Jet or both.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment as the actors, now both on screen, simulated perfectly timed orgasms under an artificially untwisted bedsheet.
“What braincells?” Sokka puffed up his chest in mock defense, “I’ve won all but one science fair I’ve ever entered! If they hadn’t disqualified me for being too cutting edge and killed my spirit, I could be curing ailments we’ve never even heard of, saving the polar bears!”
“Didn’t your school stop having science fairs after junior high?”
My newly found grin faded with a sigh as the couple on the screen continued their exaggerated moans and humping. I didn’t miss my ex per se, but it would be nice to feel wanted like that once in a while. Sokka noticed my focus back on the TV and scoffed.
“It’s not that impressive,” he denounced, “nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Oh, I’m sure you’ve seen all of this during your late-night internet time, but that doesn’t make it common.” Irritation and humiliation heated my face.
“Which part isn’t common?” He seemed genuinely puzzled, only agitating me more.
I shut my eyes for a moment, was Sokka really capable of talking about this in a mature manner? Was I?
“Some women can’t…you know.” I finally let out meekly. His eyes widened with understanding.
“Sounds like a skill issue to me.” Sokka waved off, annoyingly nonchalant. “His.”
“Or maybe something’s wrong with me.” I echoed an old argument swimming around in my memory.
“Ohhhhmigoddddd nothing’s wrong with you. Jet’s just a loser!” Sokka’s head dropped dramatically to the back of the couch. Turns out he was not capable of talking about this in a mature manner.
“As if you could do any better.” I shot back; apparently neither was I.
Sokka blinked up at the ceiling, and I slammed my eyes back shut. What could have possessed me to say something like that? Why would I say something like that and why was I still defending my ex?
“What did you say?”
I could feel him staring at me, but refused to look over. I blurted out a curt “Nothing” before swiping the sofa pillow out from under my head to bury my face in. Perhaps suffocation could end this weird, annoying nightmare.
“I bet I could make you feel better than that idiot could even dream.” He muttered.
Thankfully, the pillow my face was currently buried in hid my jaw dropped response. But I could still feel the air changing around us. I could feel a strange curiosity start to bubble in my stomach. I was suddenly aware of how close my legs were to to his arm and how he could easily spread them if he wanted to.
“You wish.” I cracked, hoping my curiosity and unease didn’t come through.
“You’re right, you probably couldn’t handle me anyways.” The dispassionate bragging was exaggerated by him stretching his hands out in front of his face. I peeked over the the edge of the pillow. He wasn’t being serious. Of course he wasn’t. He couldn’t be. Whew.
“Excuse me?” I threw the pillow onto the floor in mock offense and propped myself on my elbows to stare across the couch at him.
But then there was a strange, electric energy in the air around us. Between us.
“I’m just saying…” he slid reached his hand out to graze my ankle. “If a PG-13 movie’s too extreme for you…” He slid his hand up my leg.
My brain went blank. His hand was big and warm and calloused, leaving a tingly trail along my skin. I could only focus on where it was, where it could be.
“If you don’t believe me…” his voice pitched with suggestion as his hand reached the top of my knee. “Why don’t you come find out.”
This is usually the part where I would respond with words. I knew that. But my mouth was dry and my body was on fire.
“What’s wrong? Scared all of a sudden?” Sokka’s eyes glinted with mischief. He never did quite know when to stop taunting someone, especially me.
“Of you? Please!” My instincts returned to me, albeit weakly. I guess I never knew when to stop with him either.
“Oh yeah?” The side of his mouth twitched with excitement.
“Yeah.” I breathed. My heart skipped. I felt bare despite still being fully clothed in a hoodie and shorts.
Sokka’s determined smirk fell into something different, maybe more pensive. His eyes dropped towards my body and then to where his hand rested. I inhaled sharply as his hand started to drift from the top of my knee towards the inside. Maybe his hand trembled with earnest as he continued to trail it lower down my inner thigh or maybe it was just my imagination. When he’d reached about mid-way, I clamped my legs shut. For the first time since this strange turn in our conversation, we really looked at each other. His blue eyes searched my face, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to find what he was looking for. I was too preoccupied with the feeling of his fingers still lightly curled against my leg. Between my legs. His hand took up far more space than I would have expected. My brain crackled with a desire I couldn’t quite name. A desire quelled by instinct.
Suddenly, Sokka jerked his hand out from between my thighs and let out a haughty laugh, saving me from my trance.
“Yeahhhhh you’re clearly not ready for,” he spread his arms out with a dramatic muscle-flexing pose, “all of this.”
I rolled my eyes and pretended not to see the crack of disappointment in his face. Or how impressive his muscles actually were.
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We had agreed that day didn’t mean anything, just a silly joke that went too far. But that agreement was promptly followed by radio silence. For the next two weeks, I was barely functioning on autopilot. I couldn’t focus in class or on homework. At nights, I laid in bed and fought the urge to think about Sokka before inevitably giving up and allowing that moment play on repeat. Absentmindedly, I would place my own hand between my thighs, where his had been, and a fuzzy static in my brain would appear. Then I would berate myself for going against our agreement. Then I would worry endlessly if our friendship hadn’t already been ruined.
I opened my phone to our messages countless times, closed them, re-opened them. Started typing something, closed it again.
“Ugh!” I groaned out to an empty bedroom. What was happening to me? This was just Sokka!
A notification chimed on my phone, and I scooped it up with an embarrassing quickness.
[Katara, 10:22 pm]: hey we’re all at mcgee’s pub. just let us know when you’re on yoru way!
Another groan, I had completely forgotten about Toph’s birthday. Energized by my aversion to being late, which I already was, I picked myself up off my bed and threw on whatever stood out from my closet first. A quick brush through my hair to hide any bed head and quick makeup. And then…a blue pendant necklace Sokka had given me for my last birthday. Realistically, Katara and Sokka gave everyone necklaces as presents—it was common in their culture, I was told. I felt the cool, blue stone in between my fingers as the memory of his hand between my legs started to sizzle my brain again. I didn’t wear it. He had just been playing around anyways, I reasoned with myself.
McGee’s pub was built and furnished with thick wood, one of the oldest buildings in our college town. Dimly lit and crowded, finding my friends seemed impossible until I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I whipped my head towards Sokka’s easy smile. He leaned in close.
“Come on, everyone’s this way.”
His cheek grazed mine and the warmth of his breath expanded over my skin. He grabbed my hand, and I meant to follow his lead with confused, bated breath.
“Are you okay?” He leaned back towards me, after feeling the tug of my hand not moving with him.
I stared up at him and nodded, not trusting myself to talk yet. He made a strange expression before tugging at my hand to follow him. His larger frame parted the crowds of people before us with ease, unknowingly giving me space to catch my breath. Then our hands separated the second we caught a glimpse of our friends. I wasn’t sure who let go first.
Finally, we returned to normalcy. The group drank, laughed, shouted over the music, and I felt the weight of the last two weeks dissipate out of me. Things were okay. Two weeks ago was just a fluke, just a stupid joke gone too far. Observing Sokka now, I was sure of it. His same goofy antics that incurred rounds of laughs or eyerolls had just been employed differently then. He had surprised me; but he had been as serious then as he was now, challenging Toph to arm wrestling before backing out. At least, that’s what I thought until I found myself in the bathroom with Toph.
“Why are you and Sokka being so weird tonight?” she asked bluntly, leaning against a useless mirror.
“What?” I asked, washing my hands.
“What?” she mimicked, “you know what! He’s been staring at you and flexing his stupid boy muscles all night.”
I blushed, grateful for a moment that Toph couldn’t see my embarrassment. Not stopping to wonder how Toph could know if someone was flexing.
“I don’t know what you’re—”
“Oh come on, everyone knows you two had a moment, or whatever Katara was blabbering on about.” He had told them about that? The confused static returned.
“Come on, out with it! It’s my birthday and you can’t keep secrets from a birthday girl.” She demanded.
“I…I don’t know.” I finally admitted. “One second, we were just watching a movie and then the next…”
“You boned?”
“What? No!”
“Then whaaaat?” Toph’s impatience was feeling less and less like friendly curiosity and more like meddling.
“Nothing happened, we were just joking around.” I crossed my arms. “We’re…friends.” Toph may not have been able to see my gesture, but I know she heard the uncertainty in my voice.
“Sure, whatever.” She shrugged, “does he know that?”
I stared at the row of dinged up sinks along the wall before walking us both back out to the group. The crowd was still difficult to move through, maybe even rowdier, it seemed a new party had squeezed in towards the bar. We elbowed our way back and almost arrived unscathed until the crowd shifted in a way that catapulted me forwards. I probably would have continued the domino tumble if it hadn’t been Sokka I was pushed into. Face pressed into his surprisingly firm chest, I resented how little time I was given to appreciate the moment. Sokka’s chest reverberated with a laugh before he used those same big hands that had been driving me crazy to grip my waist and stand me back upright.
“You good?” Despite standing so close, I could barely hear him.
“Yeah, sorry!” I practically screamed in his direction. His hands were on my waist, and I couldn’t trust myself to lean close towards his face.
Then he bent down to whisper in my ear, “Don’t apologize, I liked it.” His lips brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
When his hands left my body, I refused to make eye contact with the rest of the group who were exchanging their own curious glances. The static in my brain and the memory of warmth between my legs, now joined by the feeling of his hands along my waist proved to be a more powerful concoction than the beer in my hand, and I needed fresh air if I hoped to survive this night with unembarrassed. I waited for the analog clock on the opposite wall to count down two minutes, avoiding suspicion, before I excused myself for a step outside. It helped that Sokka had been momentarily pulled away by a separate group of friends.
“Are you alright? Do you want someone to stand outside with you?” Katara furrowed her brows with concern.
“No I’m fine.” I wouldn’t be able to hear the next morning, but I was fine. “I just need a second, I’ll be right back.”
Outside, the cool night air suppressed the crowd of voices and stench of body odor. I took a sigh of relief and leaned against the outer wall, ignoring the bouncer while feeling comforted by his presence. Thoughts sloshed against the beer inside of me as I recalled what Toph had said about how Sokka had been looking at me and then how he held me for that split second. He had said that two weeks ago hadn’t meant anything, just a stupid joke. I wasn’t sure if the disappointment I had felt was from him or myself.
“Heeeey, babe.”
I barely had time to register his voice before I felt Jet’s hands slide around my waist, pulling me against him.
“Been a while, you don’t answer your phone anymore?” He pressed a liquor-punctuated kiss against my cheek. I felt him stumble into me. I wondered if my faith in the bouncer’s presence was naïve.
“We broke up.” I grumbled, pushing his chest away. Thankfully, he stepped back.
“No, I know.” He leaned his hand against the wall beside my head. “But since it’s such a nice night and you’re out here all alone, looking adorable, just thought maybe I’d give you another chance.”
I crossed my arms to contain the rage bubbling inside of me.
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes over towards the bouncer who, astonishingly, still wasn’t acknowledging our presence.
“C’mon, babe. How long has it been?” He leaned his head back down against my ear, “I know you must be feening for it.”
My grip around myself tightened. The familiar feeling of wanting to crawl inside of myself was coming back in full force. That I could even stomach being around this creep for the four months of our relationship was beyond me now.
“C’mon, you know no one else is gonna make you feel as good as I can.” He teased a hand back around my waist. I felt my skin crawl with disgust where he grazed between my shirt and the seam of my shorts. But his words sparked a renewed sense of confidence. Jokes or not, hadn’t Sokka argued the exact opposite?
“Actually,” I yanked his wrist off my waist, “I don’t know that.” A perplexed smile tugged at my face, as I too wondered just what I might do next.
“Huh?” Jet’s face fell into irritated confusion.
“Good night, Jet.” I punctuated each word before returning to the bar. In a turn of events, I was relieved by the stuffy crowd that was oblivious to the mistake I almost made.
I pushed my way through with more confidence this time and lit up when I saw the back of Sokka’s ponytail. The dizzying static that had started to accompany his image now exhilarated me.
“Hey,” I placed my hand on his bicep, unabashedly admiring it. I relished in his surprise before reclaiming my spot beside him.
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When the empty streets finally rescued us from that crowded pub, it was well past one in the morning. We were all hugging our goodbyes when Sokka offered to walk me back to my place.
“Since it’s late and all.” He explained.
I nodded with excitement and this time, I gleamed back into our friends’ curious glances. Our walk back started easy, jokes carried over from earlier in the night. When our conversation lulled, I thought back to a particular part of the night and wondered how much I should share.
“Jet was there tonight,” I tried to sound casual, and not acknowledge Sokka’s tensing up. Evidently alcohol and finesse don’t mix. “He, uh, propositioned me.”
“He propositioned you? What year is it?” Sokka’s humor came out forced, and I gave him pity chuckle.
“I just mean, he came onto me. Said no one could do it better than him.” I hoped my physical air quotes could help relay that I hadn’t bought it. Sokka rolled his eyes. “Made me think of how you kind of said the exact opposite.” My hope for a clever segue had landed flat on its face. He smirked, though.
“Yeahhhh, I just know I could lap circles around that guy.” Sokka gloated in a way that set me off-balance again.
Had he just been joking before? Maybe I imagined what he’d said when his hands were on my waist. Maybe it had just been the liquid courage after all. My mental retreat hadn’t gone unnoticed.
“How are you feeling though?” He side-eyed me, “after seeing him again?”
My walking slowed, as I mentally chewed on the question. I hated being near him again, my stomach had lurched at his touch. I hated him for touching me, tainting the static feeling that Sokka had left. “It felt great walking away from him.” I concluded out loud.
I was so pleased with my answer, I almost didn’t notice Sokka had stopped a few paces behind me. My apartment. The static started to return.
“Oh! Thanks for walking me back.” I said, struggling to think of a cool way to invite him up.
“Don’t mention it.” He waved off the verbal gratitude. “Dangerous streets out here, you know,” and then he made a show of looking around before leaning in with a hand on the side of his mouth, like he was about to tell me a secret. “Lots of ugly ex-boyfriends lurking about.” He whispered.
My inner tension burst into a less-than-graceful laugh. With my eyes squeezed shut, I didn’t notice him beaming down at me. After composing myself, I looked up at him and realized my hand had landed on the side of his arm. His skin was soft under my palms, and I didn’t want to let go. He seemed to notice as well.
“Do you want to—"
“You should go up before it gets too late.” He suggested dutifully, “I don’t know about you, but I had a lot tonight.”
“Yeah…” I wanted to protest, but my mind was out of options and, as if on his command, the exhaustion of the night took hold of me. “Thanks for walking me home, get yourself back safe.”
“Goodnight.” A swift yet surprisingly gentle kiss on my cheek punctuated his farewell. My heart swelled and the static coursed through my whole body this time.
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This time it was only two days in between seeing each other.
I arrived at Sokka’s donning a hopefully casual summer dress and what I was sure was the perfect plan. Small talk first, segue seamlessly into talking about the night at McGee’s, flirtatiously hint that I had been thinking about what would have happened if he’d come upstairs, make up for that lost opportunity.
I hadn’t prepared for the party-sized fruit dish in the middle of his kitchen island or his uncharacteristically doting demeanor. He offered me three different beverages, offered to make more food in case the fruit dish wasn’t substantial enough, and even nervously suggested we ditch the whole thing and go out to a nice restaurant. Unnerved by his overwhelming hospitality and unable to find a proper segue, I blurted out a crude question.
“What would you do if I said I wanted to find out?” I asked tentatively, staring down at the grape bowl in between us.
“Find out what?” A knowing smile started to creep across his face.
“Last time, you said…that you could do it better than him. What if I was ready now?”
His expression fell and for a moment, I worried I’d misread the entire situation.
“Well, that depends,” he plopped a grape in his mouth and held it inside his cheek. “What would I get out of it?”
A blank stare was the only response I could muster. He chewed on his grape pensively before stalking towards me.
“Well,” he swallowed the grape, “if I’m making you feel incredible,” the last word came out with a hollow flourish, “but you’re just be thinking about him the whole time. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” His matter-of-fact tone came out strained.
My insides clamored with objection but when I opened my mouth, no words came out. He stopped just before our bodies could touch, inspecting my face once again for an answer I couldn’t articulate.
“What do you want?” I deferred timidly.
He closed the gap between us and lowered his face down towards mine. My body was practically twitching with impatience. His lips brushed against mine as he whispered, “say my name.”
“Huh?” My mostly-lowered eyelids shot back up and I caught the closest glimpse of his still half-opened blue eyes I had ever had.
He raised the back of his knuckle to gently glide down the side of my arm as he continued. “I want to hear you say my name…” goosebumps lay in the wake of downward trail across my skin. My heartrate quickened as his hand dropped past my fingertips onto my outer thigh. “When it feels like you’re about to explode,” he opened his palm to trace over the front of my thigh and then in between my legs again, finally. “I need to know…” his finger tips brushed up against my clit and my breath caught in my throat. I felt his lips smile against mine, “that you know exactly who’s doing that for you.”
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I caught his lips in mine and slid my hands up over his broad chest. He kissed me back eagerly. With his free hand, he turned our bodies so my lower half was pressed against the kitchen island, then he increased his pressure on my clit. My hands found their way up against the back of his neck. Even from over the fabric of my underwear, my core was already fluttering from the sensation. I separated my legs more to give him better access, but a whimper escaped me when he pulled his hand away instead. Disappointment fled just as quickly. In one swift motion, he scooped both of my legs up around either side of him. My grip around his neck instinctively tightened and he broke our kiss to kiss down my jaw and suck on my neck and, I suspected, make sure he wasn’t going to run us into anything on his walk towards his bedroom.
His firm mattress greeted my back as he lowered me down on it. His hands slid up over my hips, and he pulled my soaked panties off with ease. When he paused to look down at my body, I realized this time I didn’t just feel bare—I actually was bare. Before the usual wave of insecurities could trickle in, he lowered himself over me and I was engulfed by his scent. Like a cedar forest. His kiss was surprisingly tender this time. He massaged my bruised lips with his before parting them with his tongue. I again reached up to caress the back of his head, but this time, I tugged gently at his ponytail. His soft hair tickled my face as it fell, and I giggled despite myself. He smiled with me before resting his forehead against mine. As we gazed into each other’s eyes, I knew this moment meant more than its catalyst. The enormity of it terrified me. I lifted my chin up to kiss him again, as an excuse to break eye contact.
My back arched and my head dropped back into his mattress, all conducted by his featherlight touch. He circled and flicked my clit, orchestrating all types of tremors across my body and under my skin. A bundle of pleasure was inflating against the confines of my core, and my already shallow breaths were growing more panicked.
“S-Sokka,” I stammered, accidentally egging him on. “Sokka, it’s—it’s too much.” I whimpered.
He slowed down for a moment, allowing me to heave air back into my lungs.
Weak and desperate for a break, I released my balled-up chunk of bedsheet and raised my hand to his waist. I started to trace down his still-shirted abs towards his belt buckle, but his hand, with two specific fingers lifted away from my skin, caught my wrist. My eyes fluttered open with confusion.
Wordlessly, Sokka placed my open palm atop his shoulder, before slipping his own hand back down. This time, he only lightly grazed my twitching clit before sliding two fingers inside of me. His fingers were, in fact, deeper than Jet’s…anything, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan. He pressed his face into my still-clothed bosom and started to thrust his fingers in and out of me. Slowly at first. My body welcomed this new sensation. Hips rocked against the rhythm of his hand and then a third finger joined, and I jolted with approval. And then his pace quickened. And not long after that, I was sent back to squirming and moaning under him. His fingers reached a spot I’d only ever heard about, and once my “Oh god, right there” moan confirmed it for him, he set steady aim for it. His warm breath was still against my chest, almost dampening the fabric of shirt. His every movement was overwhelming me. When my legs started twitching, he sped up his pace even faster. Frantic, deep plunges into my core; that bundle of pleasure was again threatening to explode.
“Sokka, I—I can’t.” I begged, “too—much—" My throat was tired from so much heavy breathing.
This time, he didn’t slow down, though. He merely lifted his head up to be level with mine again.
“Just—relax—” he whispered through his own jagged breaths. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
I came on his hand with a profusion of nonsensical words, some sounding enough like his name to satisfy him. When he kissed me, I was too weak to kiss him back properly. And when he left to grab paper towels to clean me off, I half-wondered if he even would come back. A bitter expectation from a different time. But return he did, and with warmed, wet paper towels, even.
After he laid next to me and gathered me back in his arms, staying awake to consider the implications of what just happened proved impossible. I dozed off to the drum of his heartbeat.
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Weeks followed, and I only grew more familiar with Sokka’s bedroom. It became routine for me to go home with him any time the larger group hung out, after our respective classes let out on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. Then again on Saturdays, and often Sundays depending on our Monday schedules. It wasn’t just sex—well technically it was never fully sex, Sokka still wouldn’t let me touch him. But we still watched movies, joked around and teased each other, and tried to study together, which was expectedly what he most liked to interrupt.
I knew from personal experience and hearing women around me complain, that my situation with Sokka was unique. A man who only focused on a woman’s pleasure without expecting—without even allowing anything in return? A unicorn if there ever was one. But as lucky as it sounded, it irked me Even an earth-shattering orgasm can feel hollow if you’re alone in it. I had tried twice already to ask about what we were doing, only to be met with deflection. Slowly, confusion seeped back into me until one day, I just couldn’t take it anymore.
Another movie flashed from Sokka’s TV, an action film this time. Woods and hunting guns in cabins deluged my senses. Sokka laughed when I quickly spun to face him, avoiding a particularly graphic knife fight scene.
“What’re you laughing at?” I asked pointedly.
“Nothing,” he poked my cheek, “you’re cute.”
I glared up at him before burrowing my head back into his chest. The remainder of the movie may have blared in the background; but I was sleeping safe and peaceful in a lover’s arms.
“You didn’t like when the bear attacked?” Sokka grilled, later in bed.
“I don’t even remember there being a bear.”
“Right, you were sleeping. Mistake number one, sleeping when a bear’s on the loose.” He pointed his index finger in the air.
“No, mistake number one was agreeing to watch an action movie before bed.” I groaned.
He was already onto his next bit, fake roaring and growling. He shook his head up dramatically before landing it just next to the crook of my neck. His fake biting, embellished with grunts and tickled me into surprised laughter.
“Sokka!” I pushed against his chest futilely.
He lifted his head up again with a beastlike shake before nibbling the other side of my neck.
“Okay, okay, you caught me!” I squealed. When he lifted his head up yet again with victory grunts, I shoved him over onto his back and straddled him.
“Haha! Should’ve killed me.” I gloated. Excitement flared in his eyes, and I lowered head to imitate his prior behavior. Except when I nibbled on his neck, I heard an unmistakable hum. I tilted my head up just slightly to see his flushed cheeks, before lowering my lips down to his neck again. This time, I sucked on it slowly. My hips pressed down into his, and enjoying the very noticeable bulge underneath me. I had felt it pressed against me many times at this point, it was hard to hide, really; but had never been allowed to indulge in him for myself. I scraped the skin of his neck gently before rubbing myself cautiously against him. I barely had time to enjoy it before his hands flew up to constrain my hips
“Sokka…” After weeks, whining was no longer beneath me.
I propped myself up on his chest and pouted down out him. He returned a strained expression. I searched his blue eyes and his long, tanned features for any clues as to what he was thinking. But a mind reader, I was not. I traced a thumb across his cheek, and he tilted his head away just enough to break contact. Disappointment broke across my face, simultaneously.
“Look, I’m not going to force you or anything…but can you at least tell me why?” I pleaded.
“Why what?” His tone was flat and curt, he refused to look at me.
I looked down at the mountain ridge that was still straining up against my hips.
“There’s clearly some part of you that wants…” I was starting to feel hopeless again.
I pulled one of his hands off my hip and kissed the open palm before sighing into it. How could he be so in tune with my body yet still so oblivious at the same time?
“I want to feel like we’re sharing this time. Like it’s not just about me, it’s for both of us.”
Something must have actually reached him, because Sokka’s eyebrows raised with surprise.
“Sokka, please don’t shut me out.” My voice trembled, “I’m in your bed more nights than my own nowadays. But you still won’t really talk to me—”
“Fine!” He exhaled before I could finish. Then he lifted himself up against his headboard. His hand on my hip raised to my waist to steady me. “You really want to do this?”
“I gave a quick nod, afraid anymore words would be too many.
His face relaxed into a soft expression I recognized from the times I caught him watching me fall sleep. He cupped my cheek in his big palm, and my heart fluttered. With another deep sigh, he pressed his forehead against mine, before whispering.
“Of course I want you. Every time you walk through my door, I want to carry you to my bed and never let you leave.” He retreated his forehead from mine to look at me with a peculiar sadness. “You say you want this time to be about both of us, but it can’t be.”
“But why not?” I griped.
“Because the only reason you’re here at all is because of Jet.” There was no malice or accusation in his voice, he stated it as if it were a fact. “And you’re clearly still in love with him, even if you won’t admit it to me or to yourself.”
I jerked back with surprise but before I had time to object, Sokka had started talking again.
“Look it’s fine. I get it, he was your…first.” His eyes darted to the side with that last word.
“I’m not still in love with him.” I said plainly.
“Well, you’re still texting him constantly.” This time, accusation did lace through his words.
“No?” My brows furrowed, “No. He’s texting me! I haven’t actually talked to him in weeks! Probably since that one night I told you about, at the bar.” I could feel a different heat building up inside me. “And he’s not the only reason I started coming over here. I mean yes, I guess he’s who we were talking about that first kind-of-time but trust me, if I wanted to be with Jet—I would be.”
Sokka’s look of disappointment showed he didn’t really believe me.
“I can prove it!” I stretched over to snatch my phone from his bedside table. Frantically, I opened the messages from Jet, walls of one-line texts asking if I was up, where I was, why I wasn’t answering, unanswered attempts at flirting, spanning across the nearly four months since we’d broken up. “I haven’t responded to anything.” I shoved my phone in Sokka’s face insistently. I even dragged one dramatic swipe down to speed scroll up through the barrage of one-sided messages.
Sokka’s mouth fell open but he didn’t speak just yet. “But if you’re not still into him…” Sokka warily lifted his own finger to scroll up just enough to hit one of the last breakup texts I’d sent, pleading with Jet to just leave me alone. “Why not just block him? I’ve been seeing his name light up your phone practically every night….”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment, “I…hadn’t thought about that.” I admitted. “I mean, he’s annoying, but it’s not like he’s threatening me or anything.”
A look of incredulous confusion spread across his face. Then he locked my phone and tossed it carelessly onto the side of the bed. We beamed at each other before he pulled me into a deep kiss. His hands gripped back onto my hips, and this time, he pressed me back down against his re-hardening bulge.
“So you love me, huh?” I teased before nipping at his bottom lip. “Are you gonna show me?”
“I thought you didn’t want it to be all about you anymore.” He teased back, his hands slid up my body, taking my shirt with them.
“I mean…some things can still be about me.” I brought his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. “As long as some things are about you, too.”
We made out heavily while I grinded my hips back and forth against him. Separated by at least three articles of clothing, I was growing needy.
I returned to kissing his neck, tracing my hands down his broad chest and abs. I was suddenly very grateful for all the gym time that took him away from me. I leaned my weight onto where my mouth was connected to the curve of his neck and lifted myself to my knees so I could unbutton his pants. Excitement buzzed through me when he also lifted his hips so I could slide them off. Impatient and worried that this moment might just be a dream, I hooked my hands on his briefs to pull them both down at the same time.
As I ran my hand up his shaft, felt the warm heat of him under taut skin, I only grew more and more desperate to feel him where I’d been needing him most. I finally started to feel brave enough to start kissing down his chest, but he gripped my waist stopping me again.
“But you said—” I started to pout.
“I know, and trust me, I want that too. But you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He eased me over on my back and sat back on his haunches to slide my panties off as well as fully push his own pants down, since I’d only had the patience to push them down to his knees
Two entirely naked people for, surprisingly, the first time. Fear caught back in my throat. Even though I knew Sokka, part of me wondered if maybe he too, would completely change after sex. Once he was no longer ‘chasing.’ But he wasn’t staring down at me as if I was something to be devoured. His expression was much softer.
As he leaned in between my legs, pushing them apart, and pressed gave my clit a playful flick before slipping his finger inside of me. I inhaled sharply at the welcomed sensation. Sokka seemed to be testing something and whatever it was, he seemed satisfied. He licked his finger before lowering himself back down over me. My breath hitched when I felt his dick rest over my slit.
He kissed me with a surprising tenderness, his hips started made a shallow movement, dragging his dick back against my dripping cunt. And then he pulled back further so his tip dropped to the mattress in between my legs. Partially to prove to him and myself that I was ready, I reached down to hold him and align it with me.
That first stretch almost knocked the wind out of me. My entire insides were scrambling to adjust to his size. He started with slow, deep thrusts, each had my ligaments twitching. The more he moved, the more gluttonous I became. Mindlessly, my hips started undulating to match his rhythm. But then he started moving faster.
“Hey, look at me,” he breathed.
My eyes fluttered open to see his gentle blue eyes gazing down at me. His smile was strained and excited. He planted a soft kiss on my lips, which I only partially felt as it coincided with the height of a thrust. Then he pulled his head back and propped himself up on his knees and lifting my hips stay aligned with his. This new angle had his dick aimed towards the front of my body and, more specifically, at my G-Spot. My body jerked, and I screamed out his name in surprise. Up until then, I had been enjoying the overwhelming but still slow-paced rise of pleasure. But I was rapidly on the brink now, and he knew it. His arms were curled around each of my legs, holding against his quickening pace, causing a furor of sensations to vibrate from my core. My orgasm hit me before I could even understand it. Sokka let my hips drop back to the mattress, but he didn’t slow his pace. I could feel muscles spasming against every thrust. I could hear myself calling out Sokka’s name, and I could hear him groan sweet nothings against my skin. But all I could really focus on was his cock continuing to split me open.
My orgasm-induced meditative state was disrupted by Sokka’s sudden change of pace. One particularly deep, hard thrust jolted me back. He lifted himself up so he could press apply pressure on my clit, which rubbed with the rhythm of his quickening, arhythmic thrusts. Our first time was breathless and quivering, with clothes and bedsheets strewn all over the place. Much better than any movie.
synopsis . Your sweetheart of a boyfriend becomes a different person during sex. content . afab!reader, established relationship, slight body worship, praise, dirty talk, pet names, creampie, etc.
author's note: our (yes our) man has finally been animated, ngh. this is a revised repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar that’s why. banner art from "hachisuka's family kotoriboko"
Higuruma’s the kinda guy that has no idea how the hell he pulled you so every time your eyes linger on him a little bit too long, he gets nervous as fuck. Sweat will trickle down the back of his neck and he gulps loudly enough for you to hear it, to which you start smiling at him.
Those wide-set eyes of his carefully drag back over to you and he notices the way you’re staring at his nose. You always gush about how much you love that part of his face and ever since then he can’t control the twitch beneath his slacks as he replays exactly why you love his nose so much in his head.
And hey, it’s no help that you’re sitting right on top of him right now. Your manicured nails that he paid for grazing all over his skin, touching his neck, his jawline, and soon his face too. Then you lean in and kiss the bridge of his nose so softly that it makes him grunt.
“You’re so perfect Hiromi,” You’d hush out to him in that tone you know drives him craze.
Higuruma is left slouching further back into the couch and spreading his legs further apart with a not-so-subtle roll of his hips upwards against you. “Please. That’s all you, sweetheart.” He tries to play it off as if he’s not complete putty in your hands but lord knows when you start trailing your touch down his breath his hitching in his throat.
You smile—a sight he can never get enough of, truly. “Take the compliment, Hiro. I’m bein’ serious…” Your fingers are wrapping around his tie now and his eyelids are all low on you.
Still trying to play it off, this time with a chuckle, he hums. “…Thank you, love.” He’s such a gentleman too, all easygoing and relaxed for you.
Which says a lot considering the kind of man he becomes while he’s fucking you.
Higuruma isn’t exactly mean, nor is he much of a talker during sex but… His cock damn sure says a lot as he later fucks up into you just to hear those sweet praises you give him.
You just love complimenting your man and he loves being complimented—honestly the perfect match for each other.
Every moan of his name that leaves your lips only drive him deeper and deeper inside you. He’s so stupidly in love with you and most times it shows through sex instead of words. Despite how he’ll have you bouncing up and down on his left curved cock for hours, this is the most passion you’ll get from the overworked man.
And when he does open his mouth to speak, your cunt is fluttering around his thick head. Whispering a crisply husk utterance of, “Fuck. Ride me, love. Ride me juuus’ like that. Y-Yeahhh. Shit. Love these fuckin’ hips, don’t stop movin’ ‘em.”
Your moaning grows louder by the second and he’s guiding you up and down his dick, eyes rolling to the back of his head with every perfect slam of your ass down onto him. His groans are so deep that they practically bounce off of the walls of your living room, leading you to clamp around him tighter than before.
Higuruma especially loves your nails for some reason. He can’t get enough of how they feel ghosting his skin every time you move your arms or whenever you move to grab ahold of his face and lean down to kiss him. That’s why he’s always paying for them (even though he secretly loves spoiling you too).
Then, when you get a bit more confident and slip your hands down to hold onto his arms, he groans again. His grip on your hips would tighten and there’s just one wet plop after another while you ride him in earnest.
Which is what prompts filthy words to pour out of his mouth like, “Uhuh, fuck yourself on my cock, pretty girl. C’mon, you can do it. Make yourself feel good. Use me baby, use me.”
Again, he’s not much of a talker but sometimes you cause the words to just spill from his lips. While he’s spewing filth out to you, you’re getting closer and closer to a messy release. It’s right as you’re about to cum that he demands you look him in the eyes (no matter the position) so that he can watch them gloss over as you cum all around his girthy cock.
You look so fucking gorgeous when you come undone too—it’s a sight Higuruma simply can’t get enough of. Half the time, he ends up fucking his cum up into you just because of that look alone. You wouldn’t even be able to move or run from his deep thrusts, feeling every inch of his carry against your walls until his cum is fucked all the way in to the point that it’s dribbling out of you.
It’s messy but, he loves it. He loves you. And even after sex, he still doesn’t understand how the hell he’s managed to bag a beautiful woman such as yourself…
brothers best friend!jean kirstein helps you out after your vibrator broke ❤︎ mdni.
a brief yet unexpected knock came through your door, causing you to sit up in your bed, jean— your brother's best friend— walked in with your favourite drink in hand. “strawberry milk?” he raised his hand with a smile on his face.
usually you’d give him that crooked grin of yours and thank him, sometimes even hugging him tightly that would take his breath away, literally. except this time he was met with your sulky expression that didn't falter one bit, his brows creased in confusion.
“what do you want, jean?” the words came out sharper than intended.
“no thank you?” he placed the strawberry milk by your desk, pressing his back against the door and closing it shut, you spun your head away from him.
he grumbled, not liking how you were peculiarly silent, a rather unbearable contrast from your usual energetic nature. “bunny you know its not nice to be rude to guests.” he crossed his arms, watching.
“well you’re my brothers friend so you’re not really a guest anymore. barging in whenever you want like its your second home!” you spat in irritation.
his expression twisted in grimace. “woah— whats this about bunny? whats gotten you so worked up?”
thats when he saw how you hugged your legs, your brown skin growing flushed as if you were hiding something.
“bunny?” his voice was low, as he steadily approached your bed, gauging your reaction before sitting at the edge of your white bed.
“you can tell me anything you know..” he muttered, peering his gaze towards you. “if its your brother being an ass—“
“no, its not him.” you shook your head, ears growing warmer as you buried your face to your knees.
he blinked,. “okay.. is it university that's bothering you?” he continued to question you further.
you groaned, your hands grabbing a fistful of your curls in annoyance. “no its not fucking uni, or my brother or anyone or anything at all. its me.”
certainly surprised by your outburst, he shuffled closer. “well if you don’t wanna tell me—“
“im horny.” you blurted out.
the room stilled. jeans lips parted in surprise as he stared at you. there was a pregnant, awkward silence that made you regret speaking all together.
“okay—“ “—its because my vibrator broke and my fingers can’t do the work and my new vibrator wont come in for another two weeks.”
assuming it was all the pent up frustration, your mouth unexpectedly blurted out these words. you hadn’t even thought of it.
you watched jeans cheeks warm at your words, scratching the back of his neck as he tilted his gaze away. “uh— okay. damn.”
you swallowed, embarrassed superseded that frustration entirely. “i dont know why i said that jean. im so fucking sorry.” you looked away.
“uh.. d’you need help?” there was clear reluctance in his tone yet he still looked at you, making you swallow in anticipation.
“um.. won’t that be weird? like you’re my brothers friend and stuff..” you toyed with the rings in your finger.
“i think we are way past weird, don’t you think bunny?”
that nickname sent a straight pulse of heat into your cunt despite him calling you that ever since you were both in middle school, but this time it felt more intimate. intentional.
you bit your lower lip, finally looking at him. “can we?” you needed it, you knew you’d never be able to forget about his offer especially if you said no.
he didnt respond, simply he stood up from the bed, walking towards you and gently pushed you down the white sheets, caging you between his defined arms.
his pupils dilated, he dropped his head down to your ears
“tell me when to stop, m’kay?” he whispered to your ears, even though you doubted he’d make you cum like your vibrator did, but his words sent a rush of heat around your body, like it was a promise something great is waiting for you.
you nodded, “mhm.” watching him lift his head and brought his lips to yours, you accepted his kiss by parting your mouth and your eyes closed shut. your hands trailing on his shoulders before finding the nape of his neck, pushing him towards you deepening the kiss, swallowing his groans.
he peeled away, his hands already resting by your hips while his thumb working gentle strokes. “strawberry? seriously?” he licked his bottom lips, tasting the soft lip balm that transferred onto your plump lips.
he continued to trail kisses down your jaw to your neck, pulling down your sweatpants with one hand as his teeth gently nibbled on your skin, earning breathy whimpers from you.
he sat between your legs, spreading them as he peeled off your wet underwear, watching the slick wetness stick between your folds and throbbing in need.
“fuck you’re so wet.” he muttered, eyes fixated on your wet cunt. words sent shivers down your spine.
thick digits worked between your folds, caressing back and forth as your breath hitched. his finger collected your lubricant and spreading it to your clit, gently circling his finger around the sensitive bud.
“youre so pretty bunny.. shit.” he quietly gasped on how your pussy responded to his fingers, your hips tilting to meet his finger.
“mffp.. that feels so good.. jean..” you panted, without his hands faltering, he unbuckled his pants with his other hand, revealing his hard, red cock that he stroked gently a few times while circling your clit.
“dont have a condom..” jean muttered, halting his movements as he looked at you.
“i take birth control.. just.. please..” you pleaded, yet a part of him felt like he couldn’t take the risk.
“i can still make you feel good, okay bunny?” he moved his hand away from your cunt and spread your legs.
you groaned, cunt squeezing around nothing. you were growing agitated at the loss of pleasure. “jeaaan..”
he let out a sigh that almost sounded like a chuckle. “patience, patience.” he grabbed his length, gliding it between your folds instead of squeezing it through your vagina.
you gasped, knees jolting. “thats it..” he affirmed, quite breathless as he continued to move his hips as he slid his length against your folds, hitting your sensitive clit perfectly every single time without you growing sensitive.
“i need your cock.. please… please jean..” you cried out, his grip tightened on your hips, trying to hold onto whatever composure he had left.
“keep the noise down bunny, you’re too loud.”
the sounds of squelching wetness was pornographic, at the sight made his cock throb and leak incessantly. he wasn’t even in you.
your pelvis lifted in attempt to ‘accidentally’ make him slide his cock in you yet he pressed down your hips. “bad girl.” he muttered, hips moving.
before you could protest, you felt your stomach growing warm. “i—im close!!” you gasped, tilting your head back onto the sheets as your lips parted in pleasure.
“fuck.. me too.” he hissed. “come for me, bunny..”
white liquid pleasure escaped your cunt as your thighs trembled, squeezing your legs around him, sticky arousal trickling down your folds before his own orgasm came through, splattering all over your stomach.
he let out muffled moans as he bit his lower lip, sweat trickling down his temple as he pulled his soft length away from your folds, pulling his pants up.
“made a mess. ‘m sorry bunny..”
he turned his gaze to you, your breaths were ragged. he slid his arms around your waist and trapping you with his weight, nuzzling his face on your collarbone.
“you did me a big favour..” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. a gentle chuckle escaped his mouth. “promise you'll be be a little nicer to me next time, bunny?”
you hummed in response. “as long as you can replace my vibrator.”
his body froze, cheeks turning warm and holding you tighter. “don’t say stuff like that.” his voice muffled against your skin, embarrassed.
“your brothers going to kill me if he finds out.”
you huffed, watching him tilt his head upwards to look into your eyes properly. “he won’t. and im a grown woman so i can do whatever.” you furrowed your brows.
“i know, i know.” he paused, looking at your lips that grew dry after intimacy. “just.. keep it a secret?”
a hesitant yet soft smile made its way to your face. “yeah.”
he thought he put you to sleep… turns out you just like tiktok.
→ black!f reader | fluff |
the room is quiet except for the soft glow of your phone lighting up the blankets.
you’re trying so hard not to laugh out loud, shoulders shaking as another tiktok plays. connie had just finished giving you the best dick of your life like he always does and you did fall asleep… but then you randomly woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep.
so now you’re stuck scrolling, giggling into the pillow trying not to wake him.
next to you, connie shifts in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over.
you think he’s still asleep.
he’s not.
one eye cracks open, squinting at the light hitting his face.
“baby… why aren’t you asleep?” he asks, voice confused.
you pause the video, turning toward him. “i couldn’t sleep.”
he slowly pushes himself up, hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep as he stares at you like you just personally betrayed him.
“couldn’t sleep?” he repeats.
you nod, already smiling because you know that look.
he frowns.
like… really frowns.
his brows pull together, lips pushing into a pout.
“…i didn’t do a good job?” he asks quietly.
you blink. “what?”
he sits up more now, looking genuinely stressed.
“i didn’t fuck you good?” he says, offended. “cause usually you be knocked out. now you wide awake laughing at tiktoks like i ain’t just put in work.”
he sits up more now, blanket sliding down his chest, looking genuinely concerned.
“like be honest,” he says, rubbing his face. “i thought i put you to sleep.”
you stare at him for half a second before bursting into laughter.
“connie—”
“nah i’m serious,” he interrupts, pouting now. “usually you be sleep right after. you laughing and shit like i ain’t just put in work.”
you laugh harder, grabbing his arm. “baby, relax!”
he flops back onto the pillow dramatically, staring at the ceiling like his life just fell apart. “damn. i’m losing my touch.”
“you are so dramatic,” you giggle, scooting closer to him.
he side-eyes you suspiciously. “so… i did put it down on you?”
you roll your eyes, poking his cheek. “yes, you did.”
his pout disappears instantly.
“aight,” he nods seriously. “just checking.”
you shake your head, still smiling, and he pulls you against his chest, wrapping an arm around you like he’s reclaiming property.
“put the phone down,” he mumbles, already half asleep again. “come here.”
you rest your head against him, his heartbeat slow and warm under your ear.
there’s silence for like… five seconds.
then—
“…can i eat it?” he adds sleepily.
you snort so loud you almost fall off him. “go to sleep, connie.”
he hums, unfazed, squeezing you tighter. “worth a try.”
you laugh into his chest.
“love you,” he mumbles, words slurring as sleep pulls him under again.
and within seconds, he’s knocked out.
you glance at your phone one last time before switching it off, the room going dark except for the faint streetlight slipping through the curtains.
this time, wrapped up in him, you fall asleep too.
mdni. smut. veryyy angsty. masochistic, humiliation kink, slight overstimulation, dry humping. p v grinding. lots of self deprecation. blood and blood smearing! domf!reader is a scout in this and you’re mean asf to sub!reiner when you find out he’s a titan. please do not read if uncomfortable.
i envisioned s4 reiner when writing, though this takes place s1-s2
the blade trembles in your grip, piercing your palm as you ball your fist tighter. your breath hitches, a jagged broken sound in your quiet stone-walled room.
you weren't on the wall when reiner braun transformed into the armored titan.
you didn't see the lightning or the steam, but you heard every detail from armin, who looked as if he was still piecing everything together as he spoke. the burnt-crisp of the world you thought you knew, and hated to know, crumbled to ash as the words left his lips.
so when you catch reiner’s broad silhouette in your barracks that night, stuttering through a fragmented story of walls, warriors, duties—you didn’t want to hear it. you didn’t understand any of what he was saying, but you knew you hated titans, and you promised years before you even knew him you would destroy them all. as a soldier, you were determined to—you needed—to eradicate them all to restore mankind. and the monster that destroyed shiganshina was currently weeping in your barracks, pressing your hands to his heavy beating chest.
that was the duty at hand. the only duty that mattered and right in front of you.
you bring him down easily. he's much stronger but nowhere near as skilled in combat as you. you straddle him, pinning him to the cold floor boards.
you have your blade inches near his neck, ready to avenge the lives you swore to protect when you became a scout.
tears brim your eyelids. you bite your lip hard to try and suppress the sob in your throat. you clench the blade tighter, the warmth of blood from your palm seeping out slowly as stark whiteness appears in your knuckles.
he shifts his neck, eyes averting from the blade and to the darkness under your cot.
“look at me,” you demand, tasting a salty tear as you opened your mouth.
his hazel eyes quickly meet your gaze. he doesn't fight or squirm.
"i hate you," you mutter through gritted teeth. you grimace at the thought of him lifting his hurt soldiers over his shoulders, the tears he shed over your many fallen friends, the gleam in his eyes when you told him you wanted to be captain one day. “you are no soldier,” you whisper.
that's when you feel him underneath you, poking at your heat. your underwear dampens at your center, betraying you in your fit of deserved rage. a bitter coldness runs through your veins.
it was all too familiar—the game you two played.
back when reiner cried to you about almost dying in the hands of a titan again, he rushed to your barracks, looking for a distraction so loud it would drown out the ringing in his ears, thrusting into you as squelches of your wet pussy quieted the noise in his head. and when you got your ass handed to you on the field, you came to his barracks, using him as a punching bag you could bleed on, aggressively riding him as he moaned and whimpered beneath your hand over his mouth, beretholt next to him in oblivious slumber just a few feet away.
now here he lay, on the cold floorboards, just merely pitiful.
"say it again," he whispers, voice thick and broken.
you swallow, knowing what this does to him. you say it again, slower, voice shaken with the weight of his betrayal.
tears well his eyes, falling in the same predictable pattern they always did when you had him like this. he nudges his hips upwards, a slight, begging bend of his pelvis, just desperate to hide his shame in your walls.
you hate him. you loathe him right now. yet when his body twitches against yours, your grip of the blade almost loosens.
"you are a monster, reiner," your hips rock slowly forward and back, feeling all of him through his trousers. you regain control of the blade, drawing it to his skin.
you can feel his adam's apple rise and fall against the blade. he bites his lower lip, a whimper desperately hanging off his tongue as he rolls his eyes back in ecstasy.
"you think you deserve to feel this?" you seethe, still rocking your hips in a deliberate, punishing grind. your center aches as his rigid length pushes hard through his damp trousers.
"no…" he moans, hot tears trailing his cheeks to wet his hairs, his hips hitching higher anyway to chase the blade, to reach your core. “i don’t de—deserve this.”
he tilts his chin back further, a voluntary offer that presses his skin harder into the steel. his hands remain clenched into fists against the floorboards. you grind even harder, precise with each thrust, trying to ignore the heavy shudder that goes through your thighs and spine when the fabric touches your clit just right. your underwear is drenched. you swallow down the ball of shame in your throat, your own tear trickling past your cheek to your neck. the blood seeping from your palm, drips to his collarbone.
reiner’s cheeks are flushed beet red, forehead glistening in sweat. his heavy legs behind you twitch and jolt behind you with every thrust. you would look to make sure he wasn’t attempting to fight back, but under your touch, you knew him far too well. far more here, in the quietness of your barracks than out there, it seems.
“you’re so pathetic. stay fucking still,” you hiss, slowing down your pace as you felt the wave pick up in your stomach.
“i-i feel so close,” he chokes out, voice breaking. his hand slams against the floor. “f-fuck please…end me.”
with the blade or the ruin, you briefly ponder.
you abandon the slow tortuous grind, picking up an aggressive rocking that’s precise. you’re both moaning messes as you push the steel to his neck, finally drawing a fine line of crimson. you continue forcing the aching heat of your center rotate against his length.
the climax hits you both like a painful blow.
reiner arches off the floorboards, a loud deep groan tearing from his chest as he releases warm spillage in his trousers. before the sound can echo off the wall, you drop the blade, snapping your palm over his mouth.
you choke back a ragged sob, collapsing forward until your forehead rest against his chest. your knees tremble against the floor as your hips continue riding, ignoring your soaked, throbbing core that’s had enough. your hand stays clamped around his lips, pinning him as his tremors slow down. your blood, smeared from your palm rubs off onto his lips and chin, leaving a painted stain across his stubble.
you both lay there, sound of heavy breaths fill the room. he lies perfectly still beneath you, mouth still sealed against your palm. tears spill from your eyes, drenching his shirt. you hit his chest once, in hopes of removing the constant aching in your heart. but you still feel it. he doesn’t move, hands still fisted to the floorboards, but you hear his sniffles.
you pull your hand back from his mouth, a breath escaping his lips immediately.
“i’m sorry,” he chokes.
the words hit your chest shamelessly. you open your lips, trying to place words before they slip, but like this world that leaves you with no clear answers, you can’t.
you lift your head to look at him. his eyes tells you he needs a response, but your eyes instead avert to the crimson line across his neck. you trace it delicately with your finger. he doesn’t wince. but he finally lifts his hands, covering his face as the sound of cries echoed through, muffled by his fingers.
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