i’m sorry i haven’t really been here today , more just a few minutes of being present and then vanishing again. I’m ngl , since last night I’ve been having a hard time and I just...I don’t like saying anything because I dont want to ever bother anyone or let people know when I’m not okay because then I feel like a burden or that it comes across badly or something of the sort. I always try to make it seem like everythings fine and I’m fine. sweats you can see where Vil and i bond there. but i guess i just ? i should apologize. idk. ignore this , it’s stupid.
PAIRING. gojo satoru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro x fem! reader
WARNINGS. angst to fluff, i've had enough of angst angst. cursing, mind you nanami just forgot because of work ok (he would never).
NOTE. i'm trying out new layouts to see which one fits best with the headers. anyways, i'm trying to constantly upload at least once a day now t___t let's hope that works for me since i'm making my thesis now (which will be going at least until the end of this year, or the next year). hope y'all enjoy this though.
𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
It was never his intention to forget a date with you. Gosh, it would be the last thing he wanted to do — you had reminded him a week prior for the booking you've made in the restaurant, and he'd spend every single time reminding you that he's gotten it remembered. You trust him, you do.
But, no. Even the reminders weren't particularly enough and his presence was void when the clock strikes 7 PM. The first ten minutes, you were still positive — maybe he'd run late because of work, or maybe he got caught up in something unavoidable. When the clock strikes 7.30 PM, your first text flew out to him.
You asked him if he was alright or if anything had happened, but Satoru never answered. At 8 PM, your positivity began to waver. Maybe, Satoru isn't coming after all. However, you decided to stay for a little while more in case he showed up last minute.
Sitting there alone was embarrassing, the constant questions from waitress and waiters around to take your order kept on getting delayed with the same answer, "I'm waiting on someone, I'll order in a bit." You don't miss their pitiful smiles and nods.
By 8.30 PM, you saved your pride and ordered something for yourself, eating it alone. This was supposed to be a good day, he'd promised that he'd show up for this date — but his presence was nowhere. And by the next hour, you were inside the cab, your phone ringing.
"Nine-thirty. Our date was at seven," was all you said.
The cab driver spared you a glance from the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road, Satoru was out of breath, shuffling was heard from the other side, "(Name), where are you?" his question was urgent, like he's running.
"In a cab."
"Fuck," he cursed out loud, "baby, I'm so sorry. I was getting ready and I promise you — I promise I was just going to take a quick rest after getting ready so I could just go, and I put on an alarm. But, it never rang, I'm so sorry..."
You kept quiet. He said nothing else, but you could make out the shuffling like he's running. It wouldn't be a surprise if he showed up at your apartment suddenly.
Satoru did indeed show up. Sweating, his brows furrowed, all while the call still connected. The both of you stared at each other, and the call cuts — he hung up and began making his way towards you, his lips trembled lightly as he cups both sides of your face tightly, "I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean for that to happen. I did remember the date. I shouldn't have reste—"
"It happened. Let it go." You sighed out.
He pulled you into a tight embrace, his hand cupping the back of your head, pushing your face into his neck while he mumbled out apologies like some kind of mantra. You were mutely standing there, waiting for the right moment to speak, "Can we please have an actual date? I haven't been able to spend time with you since my appraisal. No more missed dates."
He pulls back, nodding his head, "I promise. Tomorrow? I'll cancel everything, I don't care. I just want you."
And he did just that. A man of his words, Satoru dedicated the whole entire day just for you. He made sure to come by an hour early, waiting for you with a big bouquet in his hand filled with your favorite flowers — and mind you, he had gotten a necklace as an apology for being an ass (and a long handwritten letter saying how sorry he is for missing out on a date that you looked forward to).
"You didn't have to get me these—"
"I didn't, but I wanted to. For my girl."
𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎
First of all, Nanami Kento has never forgotten a single date until today. He's a responsible man who jots down dates in his phone calendar — which, is the main use of his calendar. But, work has been overloaded and he had been partly stressed.
The both of you had planned a date one week before everything piled into his desk. You told him to reschedule the date because he'd be way too exhausted, but Nanami refused saying that he'd absolutely love to spend a date with you despite how busy he is. He'd get everything done before then.
Well, he had failed to done so. And he had appeared right in the restaurant, tie loose, sweat piling on his face two hours after the designated time. But, you were there waiting for him with a patient smile on your face. Nanami couldn't be more guilty, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, burying his face to the top of your head.
"I'm so sorry, I have no excuses."
"You got work," you teased, poking his side. He was squeamish, but he pressed his lips to the top of your head, "I want to say I'm angry, but at the same time, I understand, Kento. Don't be too hard on yourself, 'kay?"
He could just cry right now, shaking his head, "Be mad. Don't forgive me so easil—"
You cut him off, "Now that you're here, why don't we just go on with the date? Let's talk about this later and have fun, yay."
Best believe it when Nanami spends the next few hours worshipping you like a goddess, saying his sorry's even amidst a meal. He stopped by the mart and got you your favorite snacks, a couple of flowers (which were all that's left in the isle), and a big platter of sushi for your nightly snacks (because he knows you get hungry sometimes).
"Massage my legs when we get home, these heels are killing me."
He doesn't say no. He never does when it comes to you, "I will, anything else?"
"Mmm... and I want you to feed me the sushi like I'm a princess while I watch a movie," you proposed.
"Consider that done," he kissed the top of your head.
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
He forgets a lot of dates. He tries not to, but he couldn't help it. This was a life completely the opposite of what he'd expect his life to be — it wasn't that he disliked you. God, he loves you more than anything. He disliked the change that happened so suddenly, but he'd try it if it makes you happy.
Toji isn't a time-remembering kind of guy. You would have to remind him over a date at least three hours before the time so that he would remember, and today — even when you told him three times for each of an hour for three hours, he still forgot.
The last time he forgot a date, you told him that you couldn't constantly be the one waiting. It was fairly tiring for you to be the only one like you're trying in this relationship, you had proposed to separate in a good manner. But, of course, Toji had refused saying he'd show up early next time, he promised. He crossed his heart like a kid and made it up to you.
He bursts into the restaurant one hour late, although you were quite surprised to see him all dressed up. His hair was sticky from... hair oil, and he was wearing a dress shirt, sleeves rolled up messily. Toji looks around for you, and when your eyes meet, he immediately walks up to you, "Sorry."
You raised a brow, "You're dressed up."
"That's why I was late, I was following a damn tutorial on YouTube," he grumbled under his breath, handing you the bouquet he ordered online. A cheap one he could afford, "sorry I'm late. Again. Don't break up with me."
You rolled your eyes. "Your collar is messed up, your sleeves are messed up, your hair's way too oily."
Toji looked away, a faint blush coating his cheeks, "My bad for trying to look nice," he muttered.
You did reach out and fixed his outfit, his hair on the other hand had to be saved at home. Despite the fact that he was late, you appreciate his efforts to look at least... presentable in front of everyone, "You look nice today, I forgot to say."
Toji grumbled, "You couldn't say that at the place? I felt ugly as hell."
hiii, LOVEE your fics btw, can you do one where reader is also a teacher and is kinda reserved and cold and everyone is kind of scared of them, but melissa is completely turned on by them. Melissa also becomes super shy when alone around reader and during open house reader keeps teasing melissa and melissa boldly invites them to her house and things get.. Nasty😛. Also wouldn't mind if you threw in some idk...squirting w/ reader strapping mel🤔😁xx
Open House: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader
god she looks so good in this clip
word count: 7k
warnings: smut 18+, pretty much everything in the request, strap-on usage, (power)bottom!mel, bullying :(
a/n: So sorry this took forever but I hope you like it! I tried my best to make it like the request bc its sooo good and I was so excited to write this one. As of rn requests are open again :)
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Despite the fact that life has not been the kindest to you, you maintained a fairly positive outlook on things as they came your way. You always tried to be reasonable and logical about things, even if it made you seem cynical. Lately however, the stress of work on top of the kids’ germy-selves, was causing many irritated days and ill nights.
The job was especially hard because you weren't as outgoing as some of the other teachers, you were quieter and often kept to yourself. It wasn't because you disliked them or anything, in fact sometimes you would have a casual conversation with one, perhaps even joke a little. This was rare though, and without connection and support from your coworkers you were having a hard time balancing everything on your own.
It didn't help that you lived alone and rarely got to see your friends, so you were often left unable to vent about the stress, all of it piling in on itself within the walls of your brain.
There was a time that you had methods of coping with occasional stress-- friends, parties, or just watching sad movies to actually allow yourself to cry. Now though you didn't have the time or opportunities.
You hated crying, yelling, or reacting negatively to anything really in front of others. You had a reputation, a way you presented yourself that meant you had to stay calm and collected 99% of the time. Of course with your friends you would relax and could have heated rants, but even with them you refused to cry. The vulnerability of it scared you, and you were afraid of looking weak or dramatic.
It wasn't a secret that some of your coworkers disliked you, spoke about you behind closed doors, and straight up avoided you sometimes. This didn't really bother you, well not until recently at least.
You had been having a particularly hard day, and every little thing that went wrong felt like a step closer til you snapped. Fear infiltrated you at the idea of unleashing all this pent up aggression and frustration on someone, let alone one of your coworkers or worse, a kid.
To make things worse, the Open House was this Friday and that meant all the teachers had some time to kill while they waited for the sparse numbers of parents and family to show up. You never wasted an Open House day though, you had a schedule and spent half the day working to improve your classroom and lessons, and the other half meeting with parents that somehow agreed to your insistence on talking. This year though less and less parents were able to agree to a meeting and you knew this would leave lots of time to kill.
You arrived at work on Friday with an eagerness to get ahead on lesson planning, and spend spare time tidying up your classroom and restocking supplies while you waited for the two parents that actually scheduled some time to talk to show up.
On your way in you passed Ms. Schemmenti and flashed her a polite smile as you muttered a quick ‘good morning.’ The redhead seemed to blush for a moment as she returned the sentiment and then stammered out an invitation.
“Hey, um some of us are gonna be playing some poker this afternoon in the library if you wanna join?” she said shyly and you smiled.
“Thank you, but I have some work to get done.” you said with a nod before turning to head to your class.
Light footfalls approached the teacher’s lounge for lunch, planning to quietly grab your lunch and sit in your secluded spot in the back as normal. As you neared the door you heard your name and stopped in your tracks.
“I don't think Miss L/n’s weird, maybe just a little odd.” You heard a familiar voice say though you weren’t quite sure who.
“All I’m saying is she doesn't talk to anyone, she never goes to events that aren't required, and her kids are just like, so behaved it's scary.” A voice you recognized as Mr. Hill’s could be heard. You frowned, and stayed put as you continued to eavesdrop.
“That is true, they must have no freedom in there to be that robotic.” Someone replied and you felt your face grow hot.
“I’m sure she is just strict like me.” Mrs. Howard spoke and you were unsure if this was said in your defense or not.
“One time I saw a kid acting up that wasn't even in her class, and she gave them this intense stare and I swear like magic they immediately stopped misbehaving.” Jacob spoke again and you rolled your eyes at this slightly. You were now right outside the door frame, leaning your back against the wall.
“She's just got like- freaky eyes. I don't know, I wouldn't be surprised if the woman was a witch or something.”
The statement pained you, you didn't realize you had been so cold to your coworkers, let alone so odd that they were afraid of you. You didn't want them to be this fearful of you, and hearing them openly insult you like this only caused frustration to bubble towards the surface from the insecurity and hurt cooking underneath.
Someone had continued on with another rigid sentence inside but you had begun to tune it out as thoughts rushed through your mind, anxieties and various assumptions taking over. You had crossed your arms and were leaning with your back against the wall, failing to notice the figure in front of you walking towards the lounge. Your head was down and only when you heard the approaching steps did you look up.
You were met with the typical self assured and mischievous glint of emerald eyes that Ms. Schemmenti often held. You straightened up, trying your best to act like you weren’t listening in and growing rapidly closer to your breaking point. The anger and self-conscious feelings began to take over, and when you have deprived yourself an outlet for so long, these usually burst from your mind in the form of frustrated tears. You chewed your cheek, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat that was growing higher and higher.
Melissa looked over you how she normally did, to you, it was casual and insignificant. To Melissa though, she was taking in every feature of you, the way your hair was styled, what shoes you decided to wear today, what expression your body language held. She was fascinated by you, she knew very little about you and this only seemed to spur her on more. She desired answers but never had the balls to confront you, she was also never really given the opportunity.
Sure she could tell you were more quiet, reserved, and stoic compared to some of the other teachers, but still she wasn't afraid of you, if anything she admired your coldness. She understood your personality and respected you for it. You were a good teacher, always polite even if it wasn't obvious or overly-so, and always made sure your kids were spoiled with resources. She knew a thing or two about having a hardened persona which allowed her to feel as if she understood you on a different level than the others.
The intimidating woman could hear the conversation emanating from the room and her small smile that had only appeared because of you, slowly faded. Her brows furrowed and she stopped to look at you with a sympathetic gaze.
“Hon, just ignore them-” she started shyly but you just pushed off the wall and walked briskly down the hallway, not responding to her out of fear you wouldn't be able to get anything out clearly. Quick feet led you all the way to the excluded far stairwell, entering it quickly and slamming the door behind you as you sat on the steps and began to cry softly into your hands.
Melissa sighed as she watched you walk away, sadness taking over as she tried to convince herself to push her fear of embarrassment over and chase after you. Soon the sadness switched to anger and she turned her attention to the room of ill-mannered colleagues.
She walked in and they all continued, they paused to mutter greetings but she spoke before they could say a quick hello.
“If you’re gonna gossip, make sure the people you're talking crap about aren't right outside.” she said as her head gestured towards the door and they all grew silent. She didn't say another word as she grabbed her lunch as well as yours from the fridge and exited the room, leaving behind her a silencing energy that caused the others to slink down in their seats and continue their meals in solace.
You sat with your tears as you thought of all the things they said, you wondered if it was all true and you had just been too cocky and lost in your own stressors to notice. A dread fell over you knowing you would have a hard time avoiding all of them. Sure they didn't know you were here, crying as a result of their insults, but it would still be frustrating for you to have to deal with their fake greetings and forced conversations with you.
Melissa walked down the hall, looking into empty rooms she passed to see where you had gone. She soon heard the very faint echoes of your quiet cries and her heart broke as she approached the stairwell. A nervous hand came up to knock before slowly turning the knob.
Quick palms came to wipe the tears from your face, sniffling as you fixed any smudged makeup and cleared your throat.
You tried to hide your face with a stressed hand on your forehead, but Melissa already knew you had finally spilled over the edge. With all her confidence she spoke out softly.
“I brought your lunch, you should eat.” she said kindly and you looked up at her with confused brows. Hesitantly she came to sit beside you on the other side of the steps, her back against the wall to give you more space.
Melissa looked at you with zero judgement which silenced the idea of running to avoid having her see you like this. Instead you sniffled and looked at her with a hardened yet hurt gaze.
“Am I really as heartless as they made me sound?” you asked and she tensed up.
She had never had a real conversation with you before, let alone such an intense one, but she gathered her courage once more and answered.
“No, not in the slightest. They are just jealous assholes.” She said with a smile and you just shook your head.
“I mean I must be fairly hostile to have everyone agree with them. God- and we have to all be here together for another six hours.” You rolled your eyes and rested your head in your hand that was propped on your knee.
Melissa felt herself growing fearful, she was unsure how to calm you down or reassure you, too nervous to think of something to say.
“Not everyone agrees with them.” She said and you looked at her, glistening eyes shining up at her as you looked over her expression, trying to detect deceit.
Her heart thumped loudly as she stared at you and you gave her a small smile. The sadness still weighed heavy on your chest though.
“I know i’m standoffish, strict, and I don't really like talking to people very often, but I never wanted them to be afraid of me. I’m young, and new, I just wanted to be respected.” You sniffled and she talked herself up as she slowly rested a hand on your knee.
“You aren’t scary, they just don't understand what it means to be professionals.” she quipped and you let out a small laugh but soon felt the knot forming once again as you thought about the things done to end up in this position.
You were trying your best with everything that had been handed to you, so what you had grown a little bitter? You felt tears prick your eyes and you looked away, your knee pulling away gently.
“Can you go please?” You said softly and she frowned but respected the request. She got up and grabbed the door knob before turning as she opened it.
“If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me. And for what its worth, I think you’re pretty fucking cool.” She said sweetly and you swore you had never heard Melissa use that tone on any adult before. It comforted you and you felt an intrigue come over you as you watched the radiant woman exit.
That evening you arrived back into the school hallways with determination and a fierce agenda. You had spent the last two hours processing and coping from the horrid day. It came to you that if they were going to say all of these things regardless of really knowing you or not, then you would just give them what they wanted.
Heels clicked down the hall as you held your head high and made your way to your classroom to start on your curriculum adjustments and any leftover grading that needed to be done. You had planned to just follow the motions of the day as normal, not bothering to spend the energy to avoid any of your coworkers like you had done. Just staying focused and getting as much done as you could, if you happened to run into someone, you planned to just mind your own business and not even spare them a glance.
The two parents had called to inform you they wouldn't be attending after all and you took the time to finish your tasks. The anxiety remaining from earlier allowed you to fly through your to do list with ease and you soon found yourself rather bored. You sat quietly at your desk, fidgeting with your pens and doodling on a paper. Tired eyes met the clock on your wall and you let out a huff, still three hours to kill as it was nearing four.
As boredom drove your thoughts, you decided to wander around for a bit. Mindless steps led you to Ms. Schemmenti’s room and you smiled, walking in to the empty class to get a good look at her class decor. You stepped behind her desk to admire the small pictures on it and soon felt a presence behind you.
“If you’re looking for test answers, I keep those in a safe underground.” She spoke out and you turned to look at her.
“Hey, I was just looking at your pictures. I got bored in my room.” you said softly and she walked over.
“Come play with us, Jacob seems clueless so you may be able to strip him for what he’s worth.” she joked sheepishly, her eyes flicking to yours for only a minute before turning away. You frowned at this.
“Maybe. I’ve never been good at card games.” You shrugged and she shook her head dismissively.
“Ah, bull. I bet you’re very good at bluffing.” She smiled, still her emeralds only landed on your focused eyes for a mere moment.
“Is that a baseball bat under your desk?” You asked suddenly and her face grew red as she stammered a reply.
“Um..maybe.” she said and you let out a laugh, your giggle causing warmth to spread through her chest.
“Do you use it on bad students?” You said with a playful tone and she shook her head.
“No, just bad teachers, speaking of..” she said as she went to reach for it. Her hand moving under the desk leaving little time for you to back away, which only caused you to be a few inches apart. Your hand stopped hers gently and you let out a laugh.
“No no no, as much as I would love to see those catty folk get their asses handed to em, I try not to fight back with violence.” You said, your hand remaining on hers for a moment.
“I much rather use my witchy spells and hexes.” You added and her gaze drifted to your hand and she quickly pulled back and looked down. Your brows furrowed and you cleared your throat.
“I was kidding.” You said calmly and she nodded as she stuttered out a reply.
“N-no-- yeah, I figured.” Her cheeks were pink once again and you grew worried. Was she only pretending to be comfortable around you to spare your feelings?
“Melissa..” You said and she hummed but kept her gaze on her room and everything in it but you.
“Are you afraid of me too?” You asked with doubt and she quickly shook her head.
“Why don’t you look at me then?” You continued and her eyes slowly met yours and seemed to darken as they dilated.
“I just- um..” she started but couldn't find the words and so you stepped closer, your faces a few inches apart.
“Don't get all shy on me now, Schemmenti. Looks like you’re the only one I can talk to around here.” You joked and she smiled before taking in a deep breath.
“I am just intrigued by you Y/n. I think you are brave and smart and for some reason I feel very…nervous around you. Okay? There I said it.” She said almost shamefully on the defense and this all caught you off guard and you smiled slowly.
“Really? I make the Melissa Schemmenti nervous?” You beamed and she scoffed.
“Dont get too flattered im sure its just..” she started but couldn't find a good excuse and you stepped closer to tease her some more.
“Just.. just a little what? Intimidation?” you asked and she smirked slightly.
“Im not scared of you.” she said with a tough rise of her chest and chin and you raised a brow.
“Oh yeah? Prove it then.” You said confidently and her cheeks turned a bright red as her eyes darted between yours. There was a clear tension rising like heat between the two of you and it was only a matter of time before one of you broke.
“Okay, my place-- nine o’clock.” she said boldly and with a newfound bravery, like she had remembered just who she was and you smiled softly at her words.
“Text me the address.” you nodded and she bit her lip as she watched you move around her and exit her classroom. The redhead hid the shocked expression well, but she stood in silence for a few moments contemplating what she had just gotten herself into.
The next few hours couldn't pass quickly enough. You were still too annoyed to hang out with the others so you stayed in your room and worked on future lesson plans. Eyes constantly flicking to the clock hoping it was almost time to leave.
When the hour finally hit you scrambled to pack your things and lock up your classroom, walking out briskly towards your car. A few feet in front of you down the hall you saw teachers quickly exiting the library, a particular redhead doing so faster than the others and you smiled. A few of them turned and saw you and their heads fell low and they shamefully walked by, you flashed them dagger-like glares to bring some humor to yourself and laughed silently at the way they skittered off.
When you arrived home you took a quick shower and put on a more comfortable but sexy outfit. You hoped you weren't misreading Melissa’s invitation and continued to fix your hair and makeup as you worried about the night's intentions.
Before you knew it you were arriving at the address she provided with the familiar sudden rush of nerves to your brain. You dusted yourself off as you got out of the car and muttered small affirmations as you made your way to the door. Three soft knocks were placed and a few seconds later the door was being opened.
There Melissa stood, a striking dress that hugged her curves casually but noticeably clung to her and you felt your face flush at the sight. You hadn't seen her in something so gorgeous before, her legs and chest on display caused a ripple through your body.
“Well dont just stand there hot stuff come on in.” she laughed and you shook your thoughts away and stepped inside.
She took your purse to hang for you as you gawked at the interior of her home, staring at the family pictures on the wall and her fitting decor.
“Wow you really do have a large fam-” you were cut off by the redhead suddenly pressing you against the door by your waist and her lips meeting yours with force.
Once you realized what was happening you immediately sunk into the kiss, your arms draping over her shoulders as you pressed up into her. You let out a soft moan and she pulled away, the both of you smirking at one another with ideas flooding your minds.
“Proof enough for ya?” she smiled and you scoffed, your hands moving slowly down her body to her waist, pushing her away so you could move off the door and turn her back against it now.
She let out a shudder and you smiled. Your eyes admiring every inch and detail of her face from this proximity, taking note of her eyes darkening once more.
“Hmm, not quite. I think I have a better idea on how you can prove your… tolerance for me.” you grinned with a glint of lust in your eyes and she raised a brow at your choice of words. Your hand snaked to cup her jaw and pull her in for a deep kiss.
Your tongue invaded her mouth with a skilful motion and she groaned into it earning a squeeze to her hip. After a few passionate minutes you pulled away and grabbed your bag, turning to look at her with seduction. She was still in awe and you blushed at her sudden shyness that had made its way outside the walls of your classroom.
“Dont worry, what's in here is way better than potions and crystals.” You laughed and she smirked, grabbing your wrist to drag you to her bedroom.
Once within the walls of her dark and cozy bedroom you felt the nerves dissipate slowly and you set your bag down on a chair before your lips hurriedly met hers once again. She backed you to the edge of the bed and pushed you to sit down before lifting the hem of her skirt and straddling you, deepening the kiss herself. You were enjoying this side of Melissa, one that was confident and unafraid to lead the way, it was what you imagined she was like. However, you had other plans for your night together.
Still you allowed her to lead for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of her breasts pressed against yours and her thick thighs gripped on either side of your lap. Her hips slowly ground into you as the kissing grew more intense and you tangled your hand in her hair, suavely moving it to her shoulder so you could unzip the back of her dress. She continued to move her mouth in perfect sync with yours and didn't protest your motions, instead her hands came to the buttons of your blouse and began to undo them.
You shimmied her dress to pile at her hips and she shrugged your top off, her mouth instantly moving to the space of your collarbones, and down your chest. You leaned your head back and brought your hands to tangle in her hair. As her lips grew closer to your clothed breasts you brought your hands to her jaw and brought her lips back to yours.
“Melissa,” you spoke softly and she pulled away, a slight fear evident in her eyes. This puzzled you and your original statement was queued.
“What’s wrong?” you asked and she smirked, shaking her head.
“Nothing, I was just worried you were going to stop.” she said softly, her eyes not meeting yours.
“I was going to ask you to stand up and get undressed.” You said plainly and her eyes snapped to yours, a flash of mischief in her pupils.
She did as she was told, her core heated at your presence and orders. Her mind was racing with dozens of questions. They were all trying to find out what it was about you that got to her, set her heart in a frenzy and her center on fire. She could hardly speak clearly around you and here she was getting naked for you. Maybe the rumours were true.
As she got undressed you watched and slid your skirt off and to the ground, both of you were left in your undergarments and you stood up, your body a few inches from hers. Heavy eyes glazed over her figure, tracing her curves and committing them to memory with fervor. Tentative and gentle fingers traced over her hips, up the sides of her stomach, and to her bra straps. You watched as her breathing grew heavier and you paused a moment.
“Will you hand me my bag?” You asked nicely and she nodded with furrowed brows.
Manicured hands brushed yours as she handed it over and you brought your hand to brush her hair back. An endearing smile met your eyes and you gestured to the bed.
“Why don’t you get comfortable.” you instructed and she nodded slowly before moving to sit on the end of the bed. You let out a small laugh.
“That’s your idea of comfort?” you asked and she looked down with pink cheeks and a bashful smile.
“I’m not sure what to do, I’ve never been on this side of things.” she admitted and your heart felt for her.
“I’m not here to boss you around unless you want me to. Just tell me what you want Melissa.” You said simply and she felt her tensed muscles relax slightly at the reassurance.
“What’s in there?” she asked and you smirked as you reached into your bag and pulled out a box, reaching in to hold up your simple strap on. Her eyes went wide before a small smirk grew on her face.
“What? Never seen one of these before?” You joked and she rolled her eyes.
Of course Melissa had been with other women, in college and a few drunken nights during the first few years of her divorced life, but she always took the lead and never used toys. She just never thought to nor found someone she wanted to give the time to try them with. She always imagined she wouldn't be on the receiving end of it for her first introduction to the device. However as she looked up at you she wanted nothing more than to have you use it.
“Put it on for me.” she asked and your smile faded.
“We gotta get you warmed up first baby.” You laughed and walked to stand over her. Your hand moved to cup her cheek but she stopped you, moving your hand down to the waistband of her panties.
You were now the one with heavy breaths, watching as she continued your hand into her underwear and allowed your fingers to cup her center and feel how wet she had grown in these few minutes. A shuddered breath was sucked in as you bit your lip at the feeling. She smiled up at you through her lashes and you smirked.
“Fuck you’re so wet for me already huh?” you whispered and she nodded. You slid two fingers into her with ease and she buckled forward at the sudden motion, a moan escaping her lips as she grabbed onto your arm to brace herself.
You felt your skin grow hot at the delightful feeling of her womanhood around your fingers. Knowing now she was indeed ready for you.
“Please, I don't want to wait anymore.” she almost whined out as her flushed face met yours.
You nodded gently and stepped back, your hand pulling from out of her with a gasp escaping her lips. The redhead watched as you brought your finger to your lips and sucked her slick off and a visible chill went up her spine. You removed your underwear slowly, her eyes meeting your glistening core before snapping back to your gaze, her mouth filling with saliva.
You slipped on the toy and tightened it into place with ease. Unintentionally making it clear to Melissa that this wasn't new for you. That revelation was evident on her face when you looked back up and you moved closer to her to stroke her cheek sweetly.
“You’re the only one okay?” you assured the redhead and she smiled, returning the sentiment before pulling you down to meet her lips.
The atmosphere grew hot and intense as your mouths moved aggressively and soft moans escaped her mouth. The erotic tension grew heavier and suddenly she pulled away and stood up.
“Everything okay?” you began to question with worry but she was grabbing your hand and moving to get on the bed fully. You followed and allowed her to position you, your back against the pillows as you watched her reach to remove her bra.
Quick hands met hers and you insisted with a smirk. Her skin was soft beneath your hands and you undid the clasp before slowly peeling the bra away and allowing her breasts to be exposed. It was hard to resist the large grin that was prickling at your mouth and you just admired her as your hands slid down to tug at her panties too.
“You’re so beautiful Melissa. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.” you complimented and this time she didn't look away in a shy fit, instead she smirked and her eyes traded in for the dark green once more.
She kicked her panties to the side and came to straddle you once more, this time pausing as she hovered over your silicone member. Strong hands came to grab her hips and support her and she looked at you before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.
“You ready babygirl?” you whispered into the kiss and she nodded, not pulling her lips from yours as she lined herself up and allowed her hips to slide down over the tip. The first inch pushing into her opening.
Her chest paused as she held her breath and moved to go further but your grip on her hips wouldn't allow her. She pulled away and looked at you with a confused glare.
“Slow and steady.” You smirked and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
“Just fuck me Y/n. Please.” she almost begged and you couldn't deny her.
Your hands pushed her to take it all in and she gasped, a guttural moan escaping her throat as her head rested on your shoulder. She let out hushed italian words as she got used to your size. Your hands stayed firmly on her hips as your mouth found her shoulder and kissed along her neck, careful to not leave any visible marks.
After a few moments her hips began to roll and you smirked as you guided them. She picked her head up and met your lips, moaning into them as she began to ride your length. You skin grew sticky from the heat boiling your blood. The redhead was an absolute vision, her large hips around your waist, breasts pressing into yours, and your length disappearing into her as she moved. Her skin was dewy and her expressions were erotic. There was no way you would ever forget this moment or find a woman to live up to it.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” she moaned and began to pick up the pace of her hips. Her nipples brushed against your clothed bra and created a delightful friction, drawing her closer to her peak.
Your hands moved her hips harder and faster and the moans escaping her mouth sent ripples to your heated core. The friction of the strap pleasing you slowly but surely as well. You continued to kiss her and moved to her neck again, then down to her breasts. A hand left her hip to cup her and bring her nipple to your mouth, sucking on it with hunger.
Light licks swirled the bud and she moaned and gripped you to her by your hair. You brought the bud between your teeth gently and she let out a whine that spurred you on more. Her movements grew faster and you could feel her slick on your thighs. She was growing closer to her release so you moved your other hand to rub her clit but she stopped you, moving the one hand back put pushing it to grab firmly on her ass. You squeezed her flesh and she moaned out and picked up the speed of her movements, the bed now moving slightly as she chased her release.
“I wanna cum just like this first.” she said exasperated and you smirked, not thinking twice to obey.
“You can cum like this as many times as you want, baby.” you mitered into the flesh of her breasts and she smiled, gripping your hair as she felt her orgasm approaching.
“I’m so close, sweetie.” she whined and you finally moved your other hand from her chest to grab her hips. Lifting her slightly to help with the tension on her knees, and to bring her down harder on your shaft. She let out a deep moan at the new force and you smirked.
“Come on Melissa, release yourself on me.” your voice let out seductively in her ear.
The warmth of your breath and her hips being brought down onto you caused her coil to snap and she let out a loud moan as she began to convulse slightly around you. She rode out her orgasm and your lips met hers, kissing her deeply. Your tongue massaged hers with skill and she moaned erotically into the wet kisses.
“God that was, amazing Miss L/n.” she joked and you smiled.
Your hand moved to cup her center and her hips jerked at your cool fingers. She was still around you and you wanted to coax her to a second orgasm quickly so it was just as intense as the last. Her hand gripped your wrist but didn't use much force to push it away.
“Ah, I'm still sensitive.” she whined and you nodded as you bit your lip.
“Good.” Your fingers moved in a circle over her clit and she wrapped her arms around you to scratch her nails into your back. Her mouth coming to your shoulder to kiss the flesh in distraction.
She let out a slight wince as you rubbed slowly but harder against her sensitive bud and you paused, moving your other hand off her hip to pull her head up from your shoulder.
“Are you okay? I think you can give me another Mel.” you nodded and she looked as if this was a foreign concept. She hardly would get one in the past and now she was preparing for the unknown.
“I don’t know, i-it hurts.” she spoke softly as if a sudden embarrassment was falling over her and you smiled.
“Does this hurt, or feel good?” you asked as you rubbed her clit gently in slow circles and watched as her eyes fell shut. You could feel her hips twitch beneath you as the sensitivity grew and you smirked at the sight.
“Both. I don't know if I can-” she started and you interrupted.
“Move your hips again, let the pleasure and tension spread throughout your whole body.” You spoke into her ear and she shuddered as she did what she was told.
Her hips rocked into you, causing your hand to rub against her clit harder and she let out the familiar whine. Nails dug into your arms and you found her lips, kissing her softly to help combat the intense feeling in her lower half. She moaned into it sweetly and you relished in the sounds.
She began to rock her hips once more and it was clear she was beginning to get used to the over-stimulation of her core and wanted more. You admired her above you, red hair glowing in the lamp light, reflecting on her dampening skin. Her breasts moving slightly with her motions and her eyes opening to meet yours.
“I feel close again, hon. Fuck-” she moaned and you smiled.
“Use me like a toy Mel. I’m not going anywhere.” Desperation and pleasure laced your words and she moaned and nodded. The instructions were taken seriously and the woman stopped holding back, moving her hips up and down faster.
You stared in awe as she rode you with force, her breasts bouncing with her as she allowed you deeper and deeper inside her. A tight grip came to her ass to help move her forward while your other hand rubbed her clit with an increasing speed to match her movements. This pushed her closer to her climax and she pressed her lips to yours.
“It feels so good, hon, I’m almost there.”
You admired her taking charge again and placed a few marks to her boobs, where they would be hidden before taking her nipples into your mouth once again.
The combined stimulations were edging Melissa to a release she hadn't experienced before and this only made her more desperate to feel it. Her hips moved hard and she felt her skin begin to grow hot and her muscles tense.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby.” she moaned out and you pinched her nipple between your lips as your fingers moved quicker and she threw her head back.
Loud, velvety moans left her lips and her gaze remained on the ceiling as rode out the high. Her body released fully and you nearly came with her as you watched her finish all over you. The scent of her fluids dripping around you spurred you on and you continued to rub her clit, as she shook around you. The glistening between her thighs and on you was caught by the sheet beneath you and you finally pulled your hand away as she calmed her motions and moved to kiss you again. Her breasts pressed against yours, her thighs hugged you as well as she held you tightly and kissed you with newfound intensity. You were surrounded by her warmth in the moment.
“You okay babygirl?” you whispered and she pulled her lips away, her forehead resting against yours as she nodded.
Her chest moved as she tried to catch her breath.
“Yeah, that was crazy. I've never felt like that before.” she laughed and you giggled with her, placing a peck to her pink cheek.
“You certainly have the proof now.” You spoke as you looked down at the wet spot and she followed your gaze.
Her hands quickly cupped over her mouth and she shut her eyes.
“Oh my God.” She spoke in her normal voice that you hardly heard when alone with her. You could see the embarrassment rising to her face as you grabbed her hands and cupped her cheek.
“Hey, it’s okay. Melissa-- that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” You said in a serious tone and she reluctantly looked at you.
“A horrible night to do that for the first time.” She said with an annoyed despair and you giggled, your hands wrapping around her waist.
“Melissa, this is normal. I’m sorry no one has gotten that outta you.” you said softly and she looked into your eyes deeply before nodding.
You kissed her cheek as your thumb stroked her other before moving your hands to her hips. You began to lift her off and she helped, slowly sliding your member out and swinging her leg over. The room was sticky and your makeup was slightly smudged along with hers but she had never looked more gorgeous. Cool hands slid to her neck to pull her in for a deep kiss, one full of care and appreciation more so than lust.
“You’ve never been more beautiful than in this moment.” You said softly, your eyes glued to hers. She could see in your pupils the integrity behind your statement, and how they didn't shift to her nude form but instead remained innocent and on her.
“And to think I could have missed this.” She scoffed and you smiled, “Thank God those assholes were talking trash.” she added and you feigned shock.
“What!? You're crediting those nerds with our… relations.” You exclaimed with a grin and she shook her head and let out a laugh.
“No of course not, it would have happened eventually.” she joked and you raised a brow as you stood to remove the toy and she watched hungrily.
“Oh yeah? Brave Ms. Schemmenti was gonna make the move?” you poked and she stood to meet your lips.
“Maybe. I did today, didn't I?.” she questioned with her lips hovering over yours and you felt your breaths slow.
“I suppose, it was more of an order. Either way it worked.” You laughed and brought her in for a kiss. Her arms slinked to remove your bra and you moved to put her hair up for her before doing the same
“Come on, let's get ya cleaned up.” She smirked, leading you into the bathroom to prepare a bath, your hands unable to leave each other's skin the whole night.
synopsis: There have been tales of barmaids giving their customers pretty eyes for a higher tip. You were never part of those barmaids, in fact you doubt the strategy would fail on most of your patrons anyway. But one handsome traveler has you feeling generous and the way he thanks you doesn't leave you regretting it at all.
warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, premature orgasms, Dunk cumming in his pants, plus size reader, afab reader
word count: 2.9k
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Dividers by me
It had been a slow day. Not many people had come through, causing your parents to leave the remaining hours of work at their Inn to you. A responsibility you took on gladly and not for the first time. Rarely anything ever happened in the place where you were born and raised anyway. The few people that had come in to drink where already drunk enough to be of little trouble. Swaying to the point of almost falling over whenever one of them did stand up. Some even fighting gravities call while remaining in their sitting position.
And yet the moment you are close to losing your mind from the dullness of it all, the wind sweeps someone in that you are sure would be able to lift the fog that wraps around your mind and causes you to simply go through the motions.
The man, who has to duck to fit through the door frame, gives a wordless nod and thin lipped smile and seats himself at an empty table. The chair all but disappearing underneath his form. Subconsciously you run your palms over your apron to smooth out the fabric and then stroll over to him. "What can I do you for, handsome stranger?"
The blond man looks up at you with faint surprise glimmering in his eyes. Certainly not used to the way you address him.
"I'll have a cup of ale and whatever you have left from supper." His voice is quieter than you'd ever expected from a man his size, but it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine nonetheless. Only on a closer look you notice the pink tint of his cheeks.
Returning moments later and setting a cup and two plates down with a soft "I thought you might appreciate the extra portion."
The strangers eyes raise from the table for the first time when he thanks you. There is a glint of recognition in those blue depths followed by a fresh rush of blood to his cheeks. Now clearly visible even in the low light provided by the fireplace.
One thought enters his mind when he looks at you then, before he can even begin to think to stop it. One that makes his ears burn. He wouldn't have to be scared to break you with a simple touch.
When you turn away, he quickly shakes off the thought, busying himself with his meal instead. Listening as the wind outside whipped around and rattled the brittle doors. The sounds quickly devolve into a gentle patter on the roof and soon becomes a heavy downpour.
By the time you carry the empty plates away, you couldn't be more glad to be inside and by a warm fire. The blond man on the other hand puts some coin on the table and stands up.
"You have somewhere to stay for the night?" You try to inquire nonchalantly as you go to pick the silver from the table.
"Was planning on making camp not far outside the village." He awkwardly points to the door behind him, the old wood still visibly shaking from the weather.
"What is your name, stranger?" You ask in return, watching the neutral expression on the mans face shift to one of barely hidden confusion.
"D-Dunk… My name is Dunk." He answers gruffly nonetheless. Clearing is throat.
You hum, taking in his name and the hunch of his shoulders to make himself smaller. "No one should sleep out in weather like that, Dunk. Would you take a room upstairs if I offered it?"
"That is an honourable offer, but I have no coin to spare to offer for it in return." Large hands go to fidget with a cloak that looks like it has seen better days a long time ago.
And you know your parents wouldn't be happy about it, but you just smirk at him. "It isn't a good room. You can keep whatever coin you have."
It's unbeknownst to even you where the insistence to have Dunk, a complete stranger, stay comes from. Yet the spark between your thighs when he reciprocates the smirk with a tentative smile of his own is an indicator as to what that reason might be.
"I mean it. You might catch death if you stay out there tonight." Your feet take you closer to him just the tiniest bit with a mind of their own. Looking at him silently for a moment longer before he concedes with a deep sigh. Following you up the stairs.
"Should you need anything, my room is just down the hall." And with one last shared smile and nod you leave Dunk to his own devices. To close the tavern for the night and to lay your own head to rest. To hopefully forget the handsome man down the hall.
At least until a knock comes from across the room. Almost too quiet to pierce the silence, as if hoping to go unheard.
Graceful as you can in the face of the exhaustion from the day catching up quickly, you pad over to reveal Dunk standing like he had before. Face red, shoulders hunched, fingers picking at each other.
"Dunk… The hour has grown late." You rasp, voice half gone from the dozing state you had previously been fallen to.
"I know, but sleep wouldn't find me. And I feel I haven't thanked you near sufficiently." He mutters a gruff reply.
"On the contrary. You have thanked me more than enough." You insist, holding onto the door frame to keep yourself upright.
But Dunk continues despite it, remembering the broken fence he had seen on his way in. "If there is anything I can do to repay your favour. Something in need of fixing…"
His eyes pick up from the floor then. The sight of wooden floorboards changing for soft, glowing skin and a nightgown that does little to hide any of the full body beneath it. Blue eyes roaming over the outlines of thick thighs, bountiful curves and... He quickly looks to the side. The effect much more visible in his nether regions than he would have preferred under your watchful gaze which takes in his form as well.
The air grows thicker until it barely fills your lungs anymore. Shallow breaths giving way to a tension that physically pulls you towards him.
"There might be one thing." You murmur, eyes falling half close and fingers finding their way into his shirt. Not yet tugging him close, but playing with it. Holding onto it as you stand up on your tiptoes, slow enough for him to pull away should he wish to.
But Dunk doesn't pull away. Instead he draws closer as well. Lips barely meet before you pull him into your room. Eager but shy tongues dart out taste ale and remnants of what had been served for supper on their counterpart as they share in the passionate embrace.
Curious hands exploring the foreign body in front, and not unpleasantly surprised to find how well you fit into his hands. The large, damp palms sending impulses of warmth through your hips which he encircles more wholly than anyone had before. An involuntary squeeze to the plush flesh from his hardly contained strength elicits a soft hum. The delicate noise being swallowed by the feather light lip lock.
Only for a moment you break the kiss when you lower yourself onto the bed with Dunk kneeling between your legs. Only one moment your hands leave his muscular chest in favour of abandoning your nightgown and baring yourself entirely to the pads of his fingers, to the touch of his mouth. Arching into the slow, gentle attention of his hands wandering up your sides and his lips finding the crook of your neck. The right amount of delicious pressure in every caress to keep you as close to him as possible.
You run your hand up his back as he sucks at your collar bones, breath hitching and settling into a ragged panting rhythm when he nips at the hardened pearls atop your breasts. Grazing the sensitive flesh with his teeth just once before his explorations take him further down. Through the valley between your breasts over the expanse of your soft stomach. Pressing a low moan into the smooth skin as your hand squeezes his shoulder on its way into his hair. A shot of hot hunger pooling like liquid between your thighs when he teasingly bites at the surplus padding of your middle. Tugging at the dirty blond strands while the man lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Fingers digging into the skin to surely leave some marks in the flesh spilling out between the thick digits.
Brushing a few hairs away from his forehead, Dunk's blue eyes shoot up to meet yours. Taking in every little whimper and flinch in your muscles as he closes his mouth around the bundle of nerves there. Feather light, almost more a quick kiss than anything else, but still enough to make an uncontrolled whispered curse to fall from your lungs. "F-Fuck…"
Dunk answers with another empathetic hum pressed to the heated flesh, feeling the muscles in your legs tense when he begins to suck harshly at the bud. Eyelids fluttering as the taste hits his tongue.
The movement of which comes in unpractised, but nevertheless lively movements against your core. Flicking steadily against it. Just enough to send jolts of stimulation through you, but still leave you so grounded to feel the way he presses closer. Parting your legs further to spear you open on the thick muscle. Plunging it in and out of your walls repeatedly while his nose insistently nudges against the bundle of nerves. Driven by the need evoked by the sensation of the coarse fabric of his pants which rubs against his own evidence of need as Dunk, accompanied by desperate sounds which perfectly mix with your moans, grinds himself against thin air in desperate search of relief. A relief he certainly doesn't think to find so soon.
The heat in your lower stomach coils ever tighter still when a broken whine vibrates against your heat and then with an unforeseen suddenness it all stops. Your eyes lower to see Dunk looking down his body, eyes widened and lips parted in something akin to shock and mortification. Following his gaze, the low light falling upon the growing wet spot where his release soaks into the crotch of his pants.
With your juices still soaking into his chin, but not letting go of your body just yet, Dunk opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water in search of something to say. However his mind comes up with nothing. Ever more so when your hand in his hair moves to massage his scalp. Soothing him at least enough to close his eyes and lean up into the caress like an oversized cat.
A coo escaping you before you can fight it at the tears of humiliation stinging in his heavy lidded eyes. "It is alright. This needn't be the end of things."
Your hand leaves his hair to come to rest underneath his chin still damp chin. Angling him up to align with your core again, leading his lips back to where you still want him most. The sight of his stained pants only having heightened that want.
"You don't mind… this?" His eyes motion in the direction of his crotch for just a moment.
"Mind it?" You giggle weakly, tracing your thumb over his cheek. "No, you will find that I do not mind it in the slightest."
Temptingly your legs twitch apart slightly more to reveal that your core had only grown wetter since Dunk had revealed the reason for stopping his advances.
The physical proof of reassurance, has him dive back in so fast, he pulls a breathless gasp from your lungs as your hand flies back to his hair and your squishy thighs squeeze shut around the head that keeps them apart.
The ministrations leave you to tumble over the edge before you can warn the man between your legs. Toes curling upwards, inner walls fluttering uncontrollably as a high pitched cry tumbles past the bottom lip you bite to keep from screaming out.
Dunk holds you securely through every last spasm of the hips before sitting back on his haunches. Chest heaving as much as yours when he wipes the remaining juices from his face. But even as the last waves of your peak wash away, a glaring hunger for more begins to burn through your veins.
One look downwards reveals that the man before you feels the same. The front of his pants already straining into a tented form. Leaning into the palm brushing against his cheek before dropping to his chin once more to pull him off the floor and onto the bed. Halting for a moment, lips only a hairs breadth from each other to revel in the crackling of energy in the air all around.
Eyes alternate between gazing into each other and glancing at the other's lips, which tingle at the proximity. Bringing with it a delicious tension to bask in.
Only for a moment before calloused hands roam your skin once more.
"I want you… Inside me…" You breathily appeal to him. Leaning forward to run one of your own hands over Dunks midriff, feeling the muscles beneath tense under an agreeing whimper. Dunk tries to muster up more of an answer but the right so far has left his mind subdued in a deep fog which deepens with every touch that wanders beneath his clothes.
Clothes that now come off one by one. With careful, though impatiently shaking hands, his shirt joins your nightdress. Pants half way down his thighs, his length barely revealed, when the last of the patience you tried to hold onto flies out the window. Moving to quickly to straddle his lap, his hands already finding your sides again to steady you as you hover over the hardness aligned with your entrance.
With a deep breath you impale yourself on him, every inch stretching your inner walls and flooding you with a need burning brighter than before.
"Seven, fuck. So tight." Dunk's grip involuntarily tightens to keep himself from simply slamming his hips up into you, noticeably strained.
"So deep…" You take a moment to get used to the stuffed feeling and then pull yourself up until only his tip is left inside. Only to bury him inside fully once more.
A steady stream of skin slapping against skin fills the room as soon as your body adjusts. In and out with each deep exhale. His blue eyes glimmering as they are glued to yours. Refusing to close even when his mouth finds the valley between your breasts. Peppering the sweat slicked skin with attention, the salty taste spreading on his tongue which traces invisible patterns on the perspiration. Laving the mounds with equal affection, leaving behind fingerprints and spit slickened areolas. Keening cries becoming a steady stream of noise over the quiet hums from the man underneath you when you lead one hand between your thighs to rub tight circles where he had just nosed at.
With the thumb following each move of the movements of the bundle of nerves, your hips settle into a faster, undulating rhythm as a second climax crests in both your cores. Bodies faltering on every roll of the hip.
"Dunk, I…" A whine cuts off the sentence rather harshly and is met by one right back.
"I am too."
He can feel you are close by the fluttering of your walls around him and he is right in front of you. The previous relief still staining his pants having done nothing to slow his drive, which now has him thrusting up into you. Pulling you down onto his lap with every stroke, the wet slapping overshadowing any other sound.
Your forehead weakly drops to his shoulder, lips ghosting hot, open mouthed kisses over the expanse until your lips helplessly part around a string of moans. A grunt from below meets a high pitched squeal like your lips meet for a final time and then, for a small moment, there is nothing but tense silence in the small room.
Not even the rain from before dares to whip against the window to interrupt the panting breaths billowing against burning skin while shudders of gratification rock your bodies against each other. Prolonging stimulation to the point of oversensitivity. Dunk's hand withdraws from your aching heat as soon as your climax crashes over you, to hold you steady by the juncture of the hip. But in the face of what had transpired, even something so simple as soothing circles being rubbed into the pillowy flesh proves too much.
"Dunk…" You whisper his name weakly, barely another thought on your mind.
The addressed man hums in acknowledgement, using the leverage of the balancing hold to lay you on the bed and settle beside you. The bed barely big enough to hold the two of you comfortably even as you both test on your sides.
"Do you still believe to not have thanked me enough?" You chuckle, sharing in a quiet whine as Dunk pulls his now half hard, equally sensitive cock out of your entrance. Watching as your leg twitches in response to the sudden empty sensation. The half joke turning his head to the side shyly.
"N-no… I do not." He mutters under his breath. The interest with which he inspects the pillow between your bodies all too amusing.
With a lazy hand you slowly, but insistently pick his chin up to meet your gaze.
"If you stay until the sun has risen, I could imagine thanking you bach before you are on your merry way."
Synopsis: Riddle is not a pussy. Unfortunately, he eats his own words because of his own cockiness.
Warning! Porn no plot, eiffel tower position, pegging, facefucking, blowjob, anal sex, hair pulling, hint of cunnilingus, jealousy if you squint, jackhammer(?)
Riddle was a man of his word. He wouldn't cower from a simple bet.
“Come on, Riddle, don't be shy. Silver's waiting.” Your whispered words along with the ghostly touches on his back made him shiver. His grey eyes looked up slowly at the knight before him, the angry red cock in front of him making him even more embarrassed.
How exactly did he end up in this position?
It started with a small banter between the two of you. The housewarden was too easy to tease that he ended up saying something out of the blue.
“Don't you dare look down on me! I am not easy to fluster!”
And that sounded more like a challenge to you. Silver just happened to walk past you, giving you the bright idea of stringing him along this scheme of yours.
In the end, Riddle was on all fours with you slowly thrusting into him as he held onto Silver, who was in front of him. His mind was already blanking out with your cock pressing into his sweet spot. It doesn't help that Silver's cock was right in front of him.
“Hn—! Please, slo-slow down!” He really tried to maintain some sort of composure. The position was too embarrassing for him—can you at least spare him some decorum!
Your hips halted at his words, a sly smirk spreading across your face. “Sure, but you need to get that mouth to work.”
“What could you possi—” His words were cut off when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and shoved his mouth onto Silver's erection. The sudden action caused both to whimper and groan.
Satisfied with yourself, you began to move your hips once again at a rapid pace, wanting to see Riddle completely crumble. The moans coming from him were muffled as he tried to at least give Silver a decent blowjob—jaw already straining from how big he was.
“Rid— Oh sevens, your mouth feels so good.” Silver, who was too quiet for your liking, began to ramble about your partner's heavenly mouth. His hand rested on Riddle's head to encourage him as his hips bucked into the redhead's mouth.
Riddle whined at every thrust into his mouth, the knight's cock almost hitting the back of his throat from how deep he was thrusting. A slight pang of jealousy bubbled in you at the sight. It was your idea to bring Silver along; however, Riddle seems to have forgotten about you.
In retaliation, you grabbed onto his hips before slamming him onto your cock. The action caused Riddle to choke around Silver, his hands finding purchase on the knight's thighs. You continued to jackhammer into him, wanting the housewarden to focus on you as well.
Your harsh thrusts seemed to have ignited something in Silver—his hands holding onto Riddle's as he thrust deeper into his mouth, almost facefucking him at this point.
Getting pounded from both ends made Riddle dizzy; he didn't know who to focus on when both were giving him so much pleasure. “Mmhp! M-more! Close! So so so so close. I'm co-coming!” His words were muffled as he tried to warn the two of you. Silver wasn't too far either, his own climax nearing its peak.
When Silver felt that snap, he quickly thrust deeply into Riddle's mouth and pulled you into a searing kiss. His tongue shoved into your throat as he stayed deep in the redhead's mouth, his cum coating every surface of it. Despite your shock at the sudden kiss, your hips didn't stop from moving, determined to make Riddle come from your cock.
“Fuck! Oh my go—! Yes, tha-thank you…” The two of you didn't even realize Riddle had come violently beneath you. Thank yous and moans spilled from his lips as he pushed back onto your cock, trying to savour every bit of pleasure.
The shorter man collapsed after squirting the last drops of his release onto the sheets. He was utterly spent. Riddle may have endurance, but he certainly was not prepared to handle two at the same time.
You quickly took a look at Silver, who hurriedly attended to Riddle, whispering praise and running his hand through his red hair. “My queen, are you tired? Surely, you still have some stamina left.” Upon hearing your words, Riddle instantly crawled towards you, his hand spreading your legs to situate himself on.
“Of course, I could never leave you unsatisfied, my rose.” You had already removed the strap-on, making it easy for Riddle to go down on you. His tongue slowly dragging along your wet folds, a pleased hum sending vibrations to your neglected cunt.
Silver was astonished to see Riddle act so obediently and eagerly. It almost didn't register to him that you were beckoning him to come closer.
“Silver, I'm sure you know Riddle feels quite empty by now. Be a dear and help him.”
The knight's eyes traveled down Riddle's puckered hole, clenching around nothing at the thought of Silver fucking him. He hesitated for a moment, but seeing Riddle pushed his hips closer, that was enough reason for Silver to throw away any rational thought he had.
Quickly grabbing hold of his hips, Silver thrust without a warning, causing Riddle to moan into your pussy.
“Fuc—!”
Riddle was in for a long night. You and Silver make one hell of a team.
a/n: sorry Karina (derogatory) makes an appearance in this, but it's for the plot LOL
tags: Reiner Braun x F!reader, modern au, quiet sex, overbearing mother-in-law, established relationship, teasing, oral m and f!receiving(69 position), Reiner is a tad smug in this, smut
Kinktober day two: quiet sex/keeping quiet for anon
Meeting your future mother-in-law wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the extended weekend, agreeing nonetheless since it was important to your fiancé. You'd heard sparing things about her throughout your relationship with Reiner, all of it sounding glossed over or fluffed up to not seem as bad. Reiner wasn't close with his mother, not in your eyes at least, but you understood why he wanted you to meet her before tying the knot.
Engaged for just over a month now, and dating Reiner for two years, it was surprising that you hadn't met Karina before now and you were starting to see why. Her smiled was forced and so was her excitement when she opened the door to see you standing beside her son. Reiner introduced you, followed by the title of fiancée and Karina was doing an impeccable job of not imploding where she stood. She must've know you two were dating, having dinner prepared with enough for three but surely not expecting to welcome someone else into the family. You tried not to let it get to you, understanding this was all unexpected for her and might've reacted differently to meeting you if she knew you were engaged to her son beforehand and not just dating him.
Reiner sat at the head of the small table, Karina sitting across from you and picking at her food as the silence carried on. Not wanting to be the one to break the uncomfortable tension, you glanced at Reiner hoping he understood your implication with a simple look.
"So Mom, how have things been?"
"Oh things have been normal, run of the mill, nothing exciting." Forcing that cheeriness in her voice, smiling at Reiner but not even glancing your way. Your earlier conclusions of her behavior being due to shock were slowly shifting to Karina having jealousy towards you.
"That's good, I'm glad you've doing okay." Reiner doing his absolute best to convey his reassurance to his mom, but you already knew it wouldn't work.
"I'd appreciate it more if I were up to date on what's going on in your life."
And there it was.
Karina sat back in her chair folding her hands in her lap and finally looking at you for an uncomfortably long second and then back to her son. Reiner was mid chew, blankly staring at his mom, trying to think of a way to quickly neutralize where this conversation was bound to go.
"I know the engagement is a surprise and believe me I would've told you right after but we had to dive into planning."
Which wasn't a lie. Weddings take so much planning and preparation that if you decided to wait there was no chance of knowing if everything would get done within a certain time frame.
"I expected to meet your girlfriend, not your fiancée Reiner."
"Mom, please. Let's not get into this." Setting his fork down and sighing exasperated as he tipped his head over to Karina. "We're both here with you having dinner, let's enjoy that."
"Fine. Are you still planning to stay the night?"
Immediately you snapped your head over to Reiner, seeing he'd obviously left out some important information when telling you about meeting his mom. As of right now, the last thing you wanted was to stay any longer than you had too, but getting the sense that Reiner already agreed and forgot to tell you, that went out the window.
"Um."
"You said you would Reiner, am I going to be disappointed tonight as well?"
Jesus Christ this was too much, especially for first time meetings with someone who was about to become family to you. As understanding as you tried to be towards Karina, you just couldn't. She was using her feelings and emotions against Reiner to get her way and it deeply bugged you that Reiner seemed to be giving in.
"We'll stay the night. Sound good sweetheart?" Reaching across the table to take your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and engagement ring. Feeling pressured and like you had no choice to agree, you smiled and nodded.
"Sounds good. Thank you for letting us Ms.Braun."
Karina barely smiled and returned to her food, giving you a chance to throw the dirtiest look to fiancé and watching the remorse coming over him.
~
"I seriously thought I told you."
Reiner pleaded with you in the bathroom while brushing your teeth, running the toothbrush so hard against your gums they might've been bleeding. You were insanely annoyed with him and with his mother, not planning on spending the night in his childhood bedroom, which by the way took some insane convincing to let Karina be "okay" with.
"Reiner please." Spitting the toothpaste into the sink and rinsing out your mouth and shutting the faucet off, turning to him crossed beyond belief. "You've been repeating that for the last thirty minutes."
Pushing past him to head back into the bedroom, huffing at the duffle bag that had been conveniently packed. Honestly, you did believe Reiner was under the impression he told you, packing an overnight bag for both of you, but it didn't negate the fact that you were still annoyed. Your first impressions of Karina didn't make you, under any circumstances, want to stay the night at her house.
"I know but I feel like you were ambushed and I never meant for that to happen." Joining beside you as you rummaged through the over night back, looking for a pair of socks since it was damn near freezing.
"I mean I kinda was but I'm not blaming you nor am I mad at you."
"But you're upset."
"Yes because your mother didn't exactly leave a great impression on me Reiner, so why would I want to stay the night here?" Snapping at him finally, clenching the socks in your hand and plopping down on the bed, sighing dramatically.
"Part of the reason why you and her haven't met until now."
Oh because that's going to make you feel better.
Instead of saying anything else, you pulled the socks over your feet and looked up at Reiner. You didn't mean to snap at him, given he wasn't the entire source of your irritation at the moment but he seemed to understand with the sympathetic look on his face. Sitting beside you after a moment, pulling you into his side with an arm, he kisses the top of your head.
"I deal with my mother in doses. She's not exactly in my life or out of my life, I know that's already complicated but that's just how it is with me and her. Underneath it all she's still my mom and I wanted her to at least meet the woman I'm going to be marrying."
Softening in the slightest, finally getting a better idea of the relationship between Karina and Reiner, you nodded against his chest. It sucked that it had to be that way for them, knowing Reiner probably wished his relationship with her wasn't complicated at all and they were just mother and son.
"Yea." Interlocking your hand with the one hanging off of your shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."
"No I deserved it, shouldn't have been so overbearing about what I thought I told you." Pressing another kiss to the side of your head. "I just hate seeing you upset."
"I know." Turning to face him, taking his cheeks between your hand and squeezing them gently until his lips puckered, pecking a small kiss. "And I'll always appreciate your concern."
Wrapping both of his arms around you, Reiner fell onto the bed with you and chuckled, pressing small kisses to your face.
Eventually you both settled into the full sized mattress, Reiner pressed up against your back with an arm slung over your middle. It wasn't the worst that it could be, but with his size, he took up nearly the entire bed, leaving you almost no room to move around.
Somehow you drifted off to sleep, though not for very long. Not being used to the mattress and with your fiancé invading your personal space because there wasn't any other option, you woke up sweating a little. Reiner snored softly behind you, keeping you tight to his chest, preventing you from moving. Unsure of why you woke up, you shifted to get comfortable again, slotting yourself like a puzzle piece against Reiner.
An hour later you were awake again, but for entirely different reasons than the first, taking a moment to realize why you were having trouble staying asleep until you felt something poking against your ass. Of all the times he had to pop a boner, it had to be now. Paying absolutely no attention to it, you tugged the comforter up to your chin and shut your eyes.
"I know you're awake."
Deep raspy words breathed against the shell of your ear, snapping your eyes open and trying not to sigh too loudly. Any other time or place, you be turning over and indulging him, but not here. Not in his childhood bedroom with Karina's room right down the same hallway, breakfast in the morning was going to be awkward enough.
"Go back to sleep." Hissing your whisper to emphasis you were not engaging in any sexual activities while staying over at his mom's house. Reiner whined, huffing against your ear and kissing it softly, moving his hand splayed over your stomach to brush across your tits.
"Can't, not with you up against me like this."
Not like you had any other option at this point.
Refusing to engage further, you shut your eyes again and pretended Reiner wasn't subtly grinding against you and giving little huffs that could be mistaken for moans. Fuck, you really wish the circumstances were different because an ache between your legs had started to get stronger. Maybe if both of you were really quiet.
Honestly, that was ridiculous for you to even think, knowing good and well neither of you were silent and all for being absolutely vocal in the bedroom.
Ignoring Reiner lasted for maybe two more minutes and then you were turning over and climbing on top of him, straddling his waist. You didn't even give him a chance to say any kind of smart remark, pressing your lips together and relaxing against his body. His hands ran up your sides and back down, settling on your ass and grinding you against his painfully hard cock practically poking through his sleep pants. You sighed softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving in completely as you rock your hips back and forth.
"God I need you so badly." Muttering against your lips, squeezing your ass cheeks in his hands.
"You say that every time." Teasing him as if it bothered you, which it didn't, only reassured you of his absolute want for you.
"Because I mean it every time." Pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and sitting up against the pillows, sucking through his teeth and groaning as he moved you faster over his lap.
"If we're going to do this, we have to be quiet." Stopping him momentarily, needing him to know you were serious and not wanting to get caught in the act or face the scrutiny from his mother in the morning.
"Okay." Smiling into the next kiss, sitting up more on an elbow and tracing along your body with his other hand, dragging the old t-shirt with him, teasing that he was going to slip it off. You weren't wearing anything other than that and some panties, and the socks of course.
"I'm serious Reiner." Reminding him, because you felt like he didn't really listen to you the first time.
"I'll be quiet sweetheart." Kissing your cheek and the your lips, morphing into that super soft and sweet look, allowing you to take his word this time.
Pleased at his further reassurance, you resumed the unhurried, lazy make out session, parting his lips and dipping your tongue past, all while he ran his hand up and down your back, below the waistband of your thong and over the globes of your ass. The atmosphere intensifying between you two with the moonlight seeping in from behind the curtain, casted a gentle glow over your bodies.
Reiner quickly became more insistent when your t-shirt was tossed aside, running his big hands up your stomach to eventually cup your tits, sighing as if they were the most beautiful things, and knowing him that statement was probably true. Sitting up on his lap, still directly over his cock, you let him admire you, trace your curves as if seeking them to memory.
"Fuck, look at you. How'd I get so lucky?" Breathlessly asking, looking dazed and nothing short of in love. Leaning forward, pressing your bare chest against his and grasping his chin, you shrugged.
"Might have something to do with your insistence." Invoking the memory of how you and him met, watching his lips curl bashfully and a faint blush color his cheeks.
"Prettiest woman in the whole world happens to work in the same building as me, I wasn't going to let an opportunity like that slip from my fingers."
A flutter ran through your chest at his love sick words, embracing his unending devotion to you, giving him a deep and loving kiss. Reiner chuckled against you, sneaking his hand down to your panties and easily slipping them off and tossing them away, leaving you bare on top of him.
"Turn around for me?" Abruptly breaking the kiss, giving your ass a gentle squeeze.
"For what?" Questioning him playfully, arching your back like a cat, running your nails across his pectoral.
"Well since we have to be quiet and that's a damn near impossible task, I figured if we keep our mouths busy, we won't run into possibly waking up my mom."
Ah. Now you understood what he wanted. Reiner had a clever way of putting it, like he does with just about anything.
"You just want your dick sucked." Sitting up again and sliding down his chest until your chin rested above his belly button, fluttering those pretty eyes at him.
Instead of playing dumb or letting you get away with avoiding his suggestion, Reiner pulled back up by the arm and pressed his forehead to yours.
"I do yes, but I also would like your pretty pussy in my face too." His voice had dropped an octave, even with him speaking above a whisper, quickly making you wetter than you were a few seconds ago. "So, turn around for me and let me keep my promise to be quiet."
You loved how authoritative and sweet he sounded, bobbing your head and pushing him back, giving you enough room to face away from him. Reiner was already ahead of you in slipping his sleep pants off, helping him take them all the way off and discarding them to the floor. His dick bounced against his stomach, eyeing it as you carefully swung your other leg over him, scooting back until he stopped you.
"Fuck, you're so wet already." Using his thumbs to pull your ass cheeks apart, opening your cunt and letting the cool breeze hit against it. You knew better than to respond, knowing he wouldn't let you by swiping a flat tongue over your slit and killing the words on the tip of your tongue, so you didn't. Instead grasping the base of his cock and tapped it against your lips, peaking your tongue out and letting the pre-cum drip down, licking it into your mouth and humming.
Teasingly blowing a bit of air onto your pussy, you hissed, twisting your hand around the thick base of his cock as retaliation, deciding to take some into your mouth before he ripped a moan from you and blew it all.
Carefully suctioning around the tip, Reiner cursed, silencing any other potential noises by burying his face into your pussy, drinking in the juices already dripping from your hole, smearing it over his mouth and chin. You shuttered against him, moaning softly with half his cock down your throat, wasting no time on your end.
At this angle, it was a bit of a challenge to take him down all the way, but you tried, using your hand to massage the saliva rolling down his shaft, pumping to the speed your head bobbed.
Reiner grunting into you, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep you spread, tracing his tongue around your entrance, dipping it in and out, shuddering to your taste and how it could get him drunk. He did his best to keep still as you worked your way down, constantly having to squint his eyes so he wouldn't burst out an unnecessarily loud moan, even though he wanted too. You worshipped his cock, like how he worshipped your pussy and he couldn't have asked for more.
Feeling as there was no rush, your pace varied as you took him down, quietly humming and moaning just to watch the way his leg twitched, or how his fingers pulled and kneaded against your flesh as his tongue ran over every inch of your pussy. You oddly felt relaxed in this position, arching your back a bit more to change the angle and not realizing how much Reiner appreciated that until he flicked his tongue across your clit, gasping with a mouth full of cock.
"Feel good?" Whispering in the most taunting manner, doing it again and earning the same reaction. Not coming off to answer him, you relaxed your jaw even more, moving your hand out of the way and taking him down to the base, listening to the 'oh fuck' against your folds and sucking in a sharp breath.
"Trying to think of how I'm going to fuck you in the quietest way poss- shit."
Laughing to yourself at the way his sentence ended so quickly, giving his balls another squeeze and feeling the new wave of desperation come over Reiner. Keeping his cock in your throat, fondling his balls had the man's legs twitching over and over again, tensing up and flexing the muscles.
Reiner found your clit again, giving it more attention and hearing you choke, unwrapping one arm from around your thigh and teasing a finger.
"Reiner, fuck." Hoarsely whispering as you quickly came off, tightly grabbing the base and stroking up and down, doing something you think was the equivalent of slowly pushing one of his thick fingers inside of you. He playfully bit your ass cheek and angled the finger up, pumping it in and out.
"Don't get too distracted baby."
Oh his smugness was going to be the death of him one day, you swore.
Tightening your hand around his cock, you moved it up around the tip, pumping it only around there and hearing his best efforts to not fall apart. Reiner must've took this as a challenge, shoving a second finger inside you and rolling his tongue around your clit, turning you into a mess that wished you could cry out a declare how good he was making you feel.
"Fuck I just want you inside of me, I can't." Pleading after a moment, pumping the head of his cock tight and fast, hoping it would be enough to get him to give in.
"Can't turn down an offer like that now can I?" Ripping his fingers out and swinging your leg over him, turning you over on your back as he got out from under you. He kept you towards the foot of the bed, wedging himself between your legs and gliding his cock between your throbbing cunt. Reiner fisted the comforter by either side of your head, teasing you still and grabbing you for another kiss, smearing your juices all over your lips, wanting you to taste yourself. His blonde hair threaded between your fingers as you tugged at the back of his head, so needy for him.
"Stop teasing and fuck me." Demanding into his mouth, pulling him off but keeping a tight hold around his hair. His canines flashed in the moonlight, aligning himself finally and not sparing any second at pushing his hips forward.
Instantly you slapped your hand over your own mouth, the stretch from his thick cock almost thwarting all of your efforts. Reiner bit down on his bottom lip to keep himself quiet, staring down between where your bodies met, measuring the speed his hips continued to push forward.
It felt like forever until he bottomed out, falling on top of you and burying his face into your neck, pulling out and pushing back in, over and over until a rhythm began. You kept him buried into your skin with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, doing the same as him and burying yourself there. The urge to speed up, fuck into your with abandon accompanied by the unmistakable slapping of skin on skin was evident in the way Reiner held back, shivering against you and mumbling into your flesh.
"C'mon baby, give me a little more." Whispering into his ear, combing the back of his hair that was turning slick with sweat. Reiner came off of your neck then, sitting back on his knees, inhaling heavy breaths as he held your legs apart at the knees.
Taking a moment to pause, nearly pulling all the way out of you, he slammed back in with no warning, throwing his head back and watching him swallow thickly through your bleary vision. You were amazed you silenced the reaction so well, looking up to the ceiling as his thick cock slammed in and out of you as he still held your legs apart.
"Fuck you feel so fucking good, god dammit." Sounding so winded and as if he lost a battle, Reiner kept slamming into you, finally fixating on the way your tits bounced with each thrust.
"So do you, fuck I want more." Raising your arms over your head and grabbing onto what little comforter was above you, looking at Reiner with the biggest pleading eyes you could come up with.
"You want more? Tell me baby."
"I just want you to fuck me till I can't walk, till I can't do anything other than moan your name." Hearing your voice squeak as keeping it at a whisper was damn near impossible at this point, the pleasure feeling so good from the way his cock split you open repeatedly. Reiner groaned quietly, fucked into you a little faster until stopping, pulling out completely.
If he hadn't worked to turn you onto your side, you might've killed him, looking back as he grabbed one of your legs and held it, sliding his cock back inside you. He didn't even build up to a pace, going in hard and faster, kissing your cervix and making it impossible to keep your head up. Your body trembled from the overwhelming ecstasy he brought thrusting into you, feeling tears well in your eyes as you bit down on your knuckles to keep quiet.
"Look at me," Hearing him distantly ask, suddenly grabbed by the chin so gently and blinking to look at him. "Look at me while I fuck you yea?"
And god you almost came right there, holding eye contact with him, watching your ankle bounce over his shoulder and the sweat glistens on his body. Reiner broke away from your eyes and moaned looking down where his dick moved in and out of your rapidly, slightly changing the angle and pressing against that spot deep inside you, unable to catch yourself before squeaking out a broken moan. But Reiner caught it with barely enough time, placing his hand over your mouth and deciding it was the perfect time to go faster.
Bending your leg back more, pressing his hand harder against your mouth, you let out quiet moans and whimpers against his palm, the tears that had been welling in your waterline threatening to spill over. Reiner only removed his hand to play with you clit, giving you enough warning to not give away what was going on, heaving with each breath and rolling your eyes back.
"Fuck Reiner, fuck oh my god."
Drinking in the praise that left you in a croak, creating tight circles around your clit and watching you fall apart, hearing his name moaned over and over as quietly as you could.
There was no holding back the tears, letting them roll down your cheeks, so overcome with pleasure you barely noticed, until Reiner grabbed your chin again.
"Just feel so good, I don't know if I can stay this quiet anymore."
"I'm sorry about that baby." Cooing affectionally in a condescending tone, gathering the tears rolling down your cheek on his tongue and kissing over your eye, leaning into you more and holding your leg behind your knee, bending it back to your chest while still fucking into from the side. It was virtually impossible to warn him you were about to cum, grabbing onto his biceps and digging your nails into his skin until crescent marks formed. He moaned, once he felt you cum, breaking this rhythm and turned sporadic, aiming to cross that finish line.
Two or three more deep thrusts were given until he went completely still, feeling his dick pulse inside you, painting your walls. Reiner dared not move until he felt like he had finished, slowly and carefully pulling out, watching how his cum dripped out of your entrance, taking your leg off his shoulder. You lay there motionless for a second, depleted of energy and wondering how the hell you were going to get back to your spot in bed.
Reiner carefully headed to the bathroom, wetting a rag and coming back to clean you up, pulling you by the arms to sit up and helping you put the t-shirt back on.
"I didn't think you'd actually take me asking you to fuck me till I can't walk seriously, how am I going to explain this if your mom notices?" Asking as you lay back on your side, Reiner climbing in from behind you, pulling you back into his chest.
"That's a problem for when we wake up."
Groaning disapprovingly, yanking the comforter back under your chin, you huffed to how his chuckle vibrated against your back. Reiner gracefully bent over to kiss your cheek, laying his head on the pillow and pulling you back even more somehow.
"Maybe sleep will help."
"God you better fucking hope so."
Hearing him laugh again and sigh, placing one last kiss to the back of your head, throwing his arm back over your middle and whispering 'goodnight, love you angel', already half way asleep to respond but knowing he already knew you felt the same.
Warnings: Pure fluff, Floyd fucking Leech, during relationship, most likely ooc but wtv I'm trying.
Azul Ashengrotto
When he first tasted your cooking he immediately wanted you to work at the mostro lounge. What's there not to love about you? Your smart, talented, beautiful, elegant, graceful, creative (Yes YOU dear reader),etc.
If you don't want to work at the lounge and join in on his money grubbing schemes that's fine! Just expect him to complain and try to form a contract
"Ahh my dearest most beautiful pearl in the sea, are you positive you don't want to work at the lounge for extra cash with me?"
If you want to work at the lounge that would make him so happy to have another employee! He'd always find ways to sneak you a quick kiss before getting back to work.
When you make food from your original home and feed it to him, he swears he falls in love with you even more. As you know fried chicken is his favorite food so if you make him that? Your getting a few kisses and extra cuddles (maybe extra payment-)
"My pearl this food is so delectable, I should put it on the mostro lounge menu. You wouldn't mind right?"
In the end Azul loves your cooking but loves you even more🫶
Floyd Leech
This. Piece. Of. Shit.
He would beg you to make his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert every single day. He can't help it! Your cooking is just to absolutely die for!
"Come onnnn Shrimpy pleaseeeee pretty pretty pleaseeee just one more snack?"
Floyd adores you he really does but he also adores the snacks you sneak him in class and during his shifts at the lounge.
"Awwwww! Thank you Shrimpy~ Your the best!"
He's a sweetheart when it comes to your cooking. When you introduce him to food from your original home he can have mixed opinions on it depending on his mood.
When he's in a good mood he's much more compliant to try it.
When he's in a bored mood he'll be much more reluctant.
When he's just pissed off he won't even spare a glance at the food. Give him a kiss to settle him down
Floyd does hope at some point you'll be willing to work at the lounge so he isn't bored. Shifts can get real boring sometimes especially when service is slow, barely anybody's there, and when people don't order enough.
In the end Floyd loves you but loves your snacks more-
Jade Leech
Out of everyone he's the calmest one and takes a moment between bites to enjoy your food.
Jade is always so polite in his opinion of food. He'll never be too harsh with you especially with your cooking knowing it's the closest thing to home you have.
"Beloved? May I ask for the recipe on how to make this? It's quite nice and I enjoy it dearly."
Jade actually encouraged you to work at the lounge because "people will kill and mutilate each other for even the smallest bite of your food."
If you were ever to stress cook he'd donate some of the food to Floyd and Azul. Sometimes he'd sell it at the lounge as a limited edition item.
Please make Jade lots of food😭 He eats a LOT and since he has a bigger appetite he needs more food or food that can fill him up easier.
I'll fill him up all right-
When you first introduced him to the food back at your home he was very willing to try it actually especially if it has mushrooms! Make him some special mushroom soup from your home and you'll have Jade asking for more anytime he can.
If you decide to share your recipes with Azul, and he decides to put them on the menu congratulations you got a job without having to be interviewed! Just know that Jade is so proud!
In the end Jade loves your cooking and encourages you to continue.
A/N- This was requested by @cachinhosmasnaodourados and this was so fun to write for! Jade is actually my favorite character so to be able to write for him like this makes me really happy!
being his girl best friend was all you ever been and you wanted to keep it that way. however, his current girlfriend did not feel the same way.
you knew that your friendship with heeseung was never gonna be taken well by romantic partners, some may understand but in the back of your mind, there was an expectation that some partners were against it.
which leads us to current day, night to be specific. heeseung was entering your apartment door with a spare key he has, a frustrated look on his face, calling out to you.
he knew it was stupid, wrong even. to come to you when you were the exact reason why he had an argument with his girlfriend.
"she's just so hardheaded" plopping down onto your bed after slamming the door, not caring if it echoes loudly throughout the apartment. "at this point, i should just record myself saying you're just a friend and replay it to her every time she accuses us of dating or having a thing"
it was hard to find a way to comfort him just because this has happened so many times, you tried to play both sides, understanding both sides, or being the peacemaker when you know you're the villain in her mind.
"i keep explaining to her that we're platonic and that we don't do anything that warrants an accusation of cheating"
which was true, you and heeseung knew where the boundaries were and where the line starts and ends.
"should i break up with her?" heeseung tended to ask you that question a lot and you always told him it was not your position to do so. telling him it was his relationship and whatnot.
"can you imagine yourself living a life without her?" you ask
"i can't imagine a life without you" there it was, he always said some variation of that. how he could live without a lover but not without you.
to an outsider that basically sounded like a confession, and maybe it was but you always saw it as a platonic need.
"you should really go back and talk to her... you can't keep losing girlfriends because of me, i am starting to feel way too bad"
he just shakes his head and snuggles further into your warm clean sheets, tossing his phone to the side before making sure it's on silent, "she just doesn't get it, okay?"
"you know what she said to me earlier?" he continues, not letting you answer, "she said if i really respected her, she wouldn't have to ask me to cut you off"
he further then tell you how his girlfriend argues that guys and girls can't be best friends without one of them secretly wanting to sleep with the other. "i swear she was playing the victim card"
by next week he's already back at your place, seeking comfort, assurance, all that same stuff you tell him every single time he comes over for this reason.
"i'm tired of being your love doctor, man" you stare at the same man that you have but only this time, he's gotten himself drunk and currently barely coherent.
"then be my girlfriend, y/n" he slurs, you almost don't catch it. he continues to speak anyway, "put an end to this and just be mine".
you didn't know what to say, this isn't how night like this went. even the times where he has gotten drunk before. he had never confessed anything like that, never expressed romantic feelings, drunk and/or sober.
"i'm sorry?" you kept telling yourself that he was drunk, not in the right mind, clearly sh!tfaced. heeseung just stares back at you, waiting for a reaction, and you, waiting for him to say it was a joke or prank but after a long time of silence, nothing comes.
"you can't say sh!t like that, heeseung" but the smirk on his face does not go away, he's still looking at you like trying to convince you that what he said was serious. "i mean it"
now he was removing the blanket off him and scooting closer to you, almost in a crawling motion. eyes on you and clearly had something in mind. "i never really realized how perfect you are for me"
his fingers reach and take hold on your ankles and caresses the skin there. before whenever this did happen, you thought nothing about it. however now, you're second guessing his intentions here. "heeseung?"
he justs hums and keeps his eyes on the prize.
your lips.
"what are you doing?" he has gotten closer now, face to face, resting his forehead on yours.
"what does it look like i am doing?"
this is wrong, it should not be happening.
that's why you had to scoot back just a bit and keeping your hand on his chest to create distance. "no, heeseung... we can't"
"why not? everyone is basically shipping us together?"
"you have a girlfriend..." he scoffs at that, looks down and shakes his head before looking back at you. "plus you're drunk"
"so, if i was sober, you'd kiss me?" you almost wanna say yes but you just laugh it off, nudge him back down to lay and tuck him in. the whole time, he's just looking at you, hand on your wrist, the other on your waist.
"shut up and sleep now, heeseung..."
"that wasn't a no"
was it cheating? you weren't sure. did you feel guilty, hell yeah. but did you want to kiss him and maybe something more? ...yeah.
