the smallest sniffle out of you had nanami’s fork halting midway to his mouth, eggs hanging off the metal prongs. “what was that?”
you made a soft sound, having just sunk your teeth into your bread, chewing leisurely. you swallowed, head tilting with a quirked brow. “...what was what?” and you sniffled once more, as if handing him more proof of your state (or what he assumed was your state) on a silver platter.
“that.” he set his cutlery down and reached an arm over to where you were sitting next to him, the back of his palm resting against your forehead. “you’re burning up.”
“babe, you know i usually run hot.”
he shook his head, palms cupping your cheek, tilting your face in his hands as though looking for something. “not this warm, no.”
“oh, well...” you shrugged, taking another bite of your sandwich. “i probably just have a little cold then.” oh, how you’d regret those words—the ease with which you’d suggested a cold in your current state.
the word cold seemed to activate something primal in your husband. within minutes, he’d transformed your living room into a sort of medical center to hold you. said something about ‘not taking any chances’ with you and the baby.
digital thermometer, three different flavours of throat lozenges, a bulky humidifier he’d pulled from god knows where. enough vitamin c and zinc to keep you set for weeks.
you were only four months along at this point, but nanami had already transformed into the most devoted, slightly neurotic expectant father. past his usual devotion for you as his wife and into a more hybrid form, to best describe it.
“it’s probably just pregnancy rhinitis. the doctor said it’s common,” you tried to reassure him, but he was already mentally running through protocols.
“we don’t know that. you’re going to rest, and i’m calling in sick.”
“kento, you don’t need to—”
“nope. i’m not leaving you alone while you’re unwell and pregnant.” his tone brooked no argument, already set in his decision. “end of discussion.”
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
“your immune system isn’t as strong as it would usually be since you’re pregnant now,” he explained to you seriously for what felt like the third time, fluffing pillows beneath you with military precision. “anything minor can develop into something major. that’s the last thing we want.”
“I don’t think the sniffles are that serious, kento.”
“sniffles can become bronchitis. bronchitis can become pneumonia. pneumonia can—”
“okay! okay, i get the picture.” you held up your hands in surrender, lips lifting into a small smile. “you have yourself a willing patient, mr. nanami.”
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
within the hour, he’d already called your obstetrician, researched pregnancy-safe remedies for a common cold, and bundled you under your favorite cashmere throw. the man who approached work and life with methodical precision now applied that same intensity to your minor ailment. possible cold—you weren’t entirely sure yet.
“the doctor advised me to keep you hydrated and well-rested. this is the best tea for your throat,” he reported, settling beside you with a steaming mug that emanated the familiar scent of honey-lemon. “also no medications unless absolutely necessary.”
for the next couple of days, you lived like an invalid. a cherished, doted-on invalid, but one nonetheless. instead of going into the office, he worked from home, laptop on the little bed desk you’d gotten ages ago while you snoozed against his chest.
whenever you stirred, he was immediately attentive—checking your temperature with one of those digital thermometers, tsking when it glowed orange on the screen, bringing you more tea, adjusting your position and the airflow of the humidifiers so you could breathe easier. it had turned out to be a cold, though mild.
“you really don’t have to hover,” you protested groggily during one of his temperature checks. “i’m so much better now.”
“you still sound nasally, so no, you’re probably not,” he observed, brow furrowed with concern. “and you’re not eating enough. stay here, i’m gonna make you soup.”
he’d taken to preparing small, frequent meals—bland but nutritious soups, fresh fruit cut into perfect pieces, whole grain toast with honey. everything was measured, planned, optimized for both your recovery and the baby’s needs.
“ken, you’re gonna get sick sticking around like this,” you warned as he climbed back into bed with you as night fell, tugging you into his embrace with familiar ease.
“impossible,” he said confidently, arms wrapping around you. “my immune system is excellent. besides, i need to take care of you and the baby.”
he’d said all this while letting you sleep curled up against his chest, breathing in the same air as your sick, congested self for hours on end.
he carried you to bed each night, despite your protests that you could walk perfectly fine. slept there with you throughout the night. in the morning, before you even woke, he’d already have a light breakfast prepped on a tray for you, an accompanying flower there just to see you smile.
“this is so excessive,” you’d told him on day three, watching him sanitize the en-suite bathroom doorknob for the second time that morning.
“incorrect. nothing is excessive when it comes to you two,” he replied matter-of-factly, moving on to wipe down the light switches.
the domesticity of it all made your heart swell, and to see him so set on making sure you were getting better? you could try to take precautions to keep the illness contained to yourself, but...you wouldn’t deny him the pleasure of playing doctor and taking care of you. you weren’t sure he would let you anyway.
by the fourth day, you felt completely normal again. better than normal, actually—all that rest and pampering had left you feeling more energetic than you’d felt in weeks.
“see? i was right,” nanami said with quiet satisfaction once that congested quality had left your voice, your temperature back to normal. “all you needed was some proper care and attention. no sick wives or babies.”
“my hero,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his midsection from behind. “though i think you might’ve been a tad bit overprotective.”
he’d looked so silently pleased with himself and those caretaking abilities that had nursed you right back to health.
which made it all the more amusing when you stirred the next morning to the sound of him trying to muffle a cough in the connecting bath.
“mm, ken?” you called out sweetly from your position on the bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.
“good morning, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice noticeably hoarse. he emerged from the bathroom, hair slightly mussed, looking like he was trying very hard to appear normal. “how are you feeling?”
you eyed him for a moment, already picking up on little tells that betrayed his condition. “better. are you feeling okay?”
“fine.” but even as he said it, he sniffled, then looked annoyed at the betrayal. “perfectly fine. peachy.”
you watched him go through his morning routine, noting how he moved just a fraction slower, how he kept clearing his throat, how he sniffled softly when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
“oh, baby,” you cooed gently, immediately moving to his side. “you’re getting sick.”
“i don’t get sick.” his voice was getting more congested by the hour, but his denial remained absolute. you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him sick during the entire duration of your relationship, so why would he be sick now? “i have an excellent immune system.”
“usually yeah.” you pressed the back of your hand to his forehead, mimicking his own gentle gesture from days before. “you’re crazy warm, baby.”
“i’m not—” he tried to protest, but you were already guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed, standing between his thighs. “i need to get ready for work.”
“ken,” you said softly, taking his face in your hands. “you spent a full three days breathing in my germs and letting me plaster my sick self to your chest. your immune system is strong but...” you made a slight expression, thumbing over his cheekbones, “anyone would get sick after lingering in a hazard zone like that.”
he leaned into the coolness of your touch despite himself, eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. “i’m good,” he insisted, though his voice was getting rougher, taking on a near drowsy tone. “i feel okay.”
yup. sick, alright. beginning stages, but sick all the same. “i’m calling in sick for you. lie down.”
“what?” he perked up, eyes creaking open, head shaking. “absolutely not. i have meetings—”
“—meetings that can wait.” you were already reaching for his phone. “your health comes first. isn’t that what you told me?”
── ⟢ ・⸝⸝
by evening, he was fully congested and running a low fever of 38°c (100.4°F). you guided him to the couch, the big man wrapped in the same cashmere throw he’d had you bundled in, his head angled onto your chest as you spoon fed him soup you’d made.
“this is ludicrous,” he mumbled around the spoon, even as he relaxed into your embrace. “i was so careful. i washed my hands constantly, kept proper distance when possible...”
you hummed, utterly enamored at his behavior despite yourself. hangs around his pregnant wife like a helicopter husband for days --> is surprised when he gets the same cold she had.
“i should be taking care of you. you’re pregnant.”
“yes, pregnant. not physically inept, baby.”
“but the baby—”
“—is fine. we both are. and you’re going to be fine too, once you stop being so stubborn about being sick.”
he was quiet for a moment, letting you feed him another spoon of soup, throat soothed by the warmth. “...my throat is just a bit sore.”
“there we go.” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “poor baby. i’ll go wash this and get you some tea.”
“i can get it—”
“nanami kento, do not move an inch from that couch. i’m bringing you tea.”
you bustled around the kitchen, preparing his tea exactly how he’d made yours—honey, lemon, a touch of ginger. when you returned, he was huddled in the blanket, looking thoroughly miserable despite his attempts to maintain composure.
“here, sweetheart.” you settled beside him, holding the mug while he sipped. “slowly...don’t burn your tongue.”
and you practically helicopter-wifed him for the rest of the night, masked up just so you could somewhat safely sleep on the pullout in the living room with him. something about having your strong, well-mannered, and usually very collected husband all sniffly and seemingly more cuddly made you a teensy bit giddy. not that you’d tell him that. he was already properly knocked out, soft lips parted with slow breaths.
still very warm since the fever hadn’t broken quite yet—but you were hoping it would by morning. he did have a strong immune system, after all.
you called in sick for him for an additional two days, during which you'd be absolutely insufferable for playing nursemaid.
Pick what you feel drawn to. Choose based on what you feel is right.
Disclaimer: Nothing is set in stone and tarot is not an absolute practice. Don’t take anything too seriously or close to heart. If it doesn’t resonate, pick something else, or just leave it. Don’t listen to anything that may trigger you or stress you out. Take everything said in this PAC with a grain of salt. I don’t condone using tarot for mental health or physical illness. If you are hurting, please seek the help of a professional.
Take care of yourselves 🙏🏾
Pile 1:
Hello my Pile 1s!!! Are you into the dominant type? lol, this feels like someone whose more macho and masculine. They could be into some sort of combat sport, and so they have the body for it. I’m getting like, MMA or boxing, more hand to hand stuff. They may also have a prevalent scar from the sport or just a scar of importance. The scar may be on their face. They could be a homebody, so they dress in more comfortable clothes. I’m getting loose baggy stuff. Like sweatpants and the sort. But they may also have a more formal job so they wear this attire as well. You may see them in the formal attire more than the relaxed attire. They also look a bit rugged. They’re very divine masculine-y lol. Definitely a divine counterpart. They may also look like they’ve had it hard, like you can just see it on their face. They’ve had issues in life and have dealt with some really rough situations, but they made it out. They could also be a bit anxious, more of a worrywart. You’ll see them frowning or with their face scrunched up often. You’ll definitely find them attractive though. They’ll be your type.
They could be Pacific Islander or Australian. Just from the area of Oceania. They may also look like those dark romance protagonists lol. It’s something a bit more specific but it’s all I can think about. This may be someone that already knows you and is just watching you from afar. They lowkey may be plotting on you a bit and just waiting for the right time. They could be older than you, there may be a significant age gap. They also may be taller than you and more advanced in life. This could be someone that you had a sudden ending with and are now getting the opportunity to actually be with. You may know who this person is intuitively. For others, this could be someone you had a false start with and maybe didn’t get to know properly before they (or you) left.
Okay, I said that this person had a more athletic body before, but they care about their health. And the way they look. They take great care of themselves even if it doesn’t seem so off of first glance. Also they will worship the ground you walk on, you’re VERY dear to them and they just want to protect you. They may have wanted to marry you immediately after you met. This is not about their looks but it came through, :( they’re so sweet. They may also have big, expressive eyes. I said they looked a bit rugged before but I also think it’s mixed with a sort of softness. You may only see it when they look at you.
Channeled messages:
Your FS loves you guys a LOT. They would move heaven and earth for you guys, they adore y’all. They may have been hurt in past relationships but you guys have healed them and woken them up again. You guys bring them peace. Okay lol, now on to actual looks. Brown eyes, dark hair, they tan easily. Blue or green eyes for some of you. Heavy brows and bushy brows. May permanently have a frown on their face. They’re really sweet lol, could be your boss (ooooo👀) or someone who is a boss in some capacity. They’re like the stereotype of a divine masculine and most likely your guys divine counterpart. I don’t really have much else to say because this person is more straightforward and to the point.
More specific things:
Alien-looking (could be an Aquarius rising), prominent nose, straight hair, “tall, dark, and handsome,” stand-offish, tall, like really big.
That’s all my Pile 1s!!! If you like this reading please consider giving it a like, reblog, and following me for more!!! Take care of yourselves <33333 bye bye!
Pile 2:
Warning: 18+ messages (your fs is an absolute FREAK omg😭😭😭)
Hello my lovely Pile 2s!!! Are some of you queer or questioning? I’m getting that vibe. Your FS may bring you to some realizations about yourself lol (happy pride 🏳️🌈!!!) I feel like I shouldn’t tell you what this person looks like. I’m being urged to be quiet. Some of you may be getting over heartbreak and healing from that. You may be trying to take things slow and piece yourself back together. :((( stay strong Pile 2s!!! You’re doing beautifully. What I can tell you all is that this person will be lovely. This person may wear glasses and work in the tech industry. They may also be something like a private investigator (?) you’ll definitely have a happy marriage.
They could be from a well known country or place. You will find them absolutely attractive. You may meet this person by absolute chance, and they’re also very lucky lol. You’ll find them sexy and seductive, they’re veryyyyy good in that department. They’ll unlock something within you with this aspect of themselves, you’ll explore with them and try new things together. You’ll rely on each other and support each other. Some of you are in the closet unknowingly and this person will pull you right out! 😹😹😹 this is going to be someone that some of you didn’t think that you’d be attracted to in a million years, but you’ll find them to be beautiful and amazing.
This is someone that you will be with for a really long time, before and after marriage. You may be really different from each other but I think it’ll help you two grow together. They may be someone that’s a bit restless and can’t sit still, so they’ll always be on the go and you’ll always be included in that by default lol.
Channeled messages:
I’m still not supposed to say anything about this persons looks because you guys are meant to explore and awaken something with them. I WILL tell you guys about their personality and how they feel about you guys though. They will like you off rip, and will take you with them everywhere. You’re included in everything they do because they love you and literally never wanna leave y’all alone. This person is a free spirit and does whatever they want, whenever they want. I want to say that this persons looks does not match their personality. They look cute but…like I said before, they may #needthat often. LMAOOO omg, if you guys are on the needier end of things then they’ll be even worse than you. They may try to take it or give it wherever or whenever. You guys may do it A LOT. I don’t think you guys will refuse them often unless you’re exhausted because this person is very magical in the sexual department. It may feel transcendent whenever it happens. Getting off of that though, they do everything out of love. It’s like they have so much affection for you built up and they don’t know where to put it so it comes out in sexual ways. They may be very physically affectionate. And a bit possessive (?) which also comes out physically.
(Side note: your FS are very chatty and open, they’re extrovert leaning. It’s not that they don’t want to tell you what they look like, it’s that spirit doesn’t want anything to be said. They hope that when you see them, you’ll fall immediately lol)
More specific things:
I can’t really tell you guys what they look like but I can tell you guys that they’re fun and will be all up ON IT!!! They may give you bedroom eyes a lot, lots of s3xual energy. They may #needthat often idk y’all LMAO. Y’all will literally NEVER be bored when they’re around. I hope y’all enjoy this person thoroughly.
That’s all my Pile 2s!!! If you like this reading please consider giving it a like, reblog, and following me for more!!! Take care of yourselves <33333 bye bye!
Pile 3:
Hello my amazing, great, and gorgeous Pile 3s!!! I felt the need to tell you guys how amazing y’all are, so maybe your future spouses are like that!!!! You’ll find them to be really beautiful, it doesn’t matter what they identify as. They’ll just be really beautiful and pretty to you. They’re also more feminine, so if this is someone with a masculine identity he may favor his mom. Same for a feminine identity. Some of you may be lesbians here (hello my people!!!!), she’ll kind of be the embodiment of a boss lady. I also heard “Mr/Mrs. Make Shit Happen” lol. This may be someone that is a go getter, always on the move and chasing their dreams. They could also be exploring emotionally when you meet, like dating around and stuff. Some of them may be queerious, so they’re exploring that too 😭😭😭.
This person may also be Australian or from the area of Oceania (you guys may have some messages in pile 2, so check it out). This may be someone that you guys used to know but they moved away. Or someone you guys currently know that’s trying to move closer to you physically. Either way, this person may communicate with you guys soon. If you haven’t met them then get ready cause they’re coming lol. This person may be someone that’s always changing the way they look, very multifaceted. They also may not tell anyone they’re changing their look too, they just do it 😭 (me coded). They like to explore and experiment with their appearance so I’m not getting any set features currently. Aside from that, I feel like you guys already know your FS reallllyyyy well, even if you think you don’t. They may be someone you communicate with regularly, maybe a coworker or close friend. You may not be expecting them but they’re making plans and moves.
Guys pleaseee check pile 2 for messages if you weren’t considering doing so already. You guys could’ve met this person during a one night stand or that type of chance encounter, but the situation in itself was really lucky. Because look at y’all, y’all already know who you’re going to marry. Pile 3s, I realllyyyyy feel like you guys know this person 😭 I’m sorry I keep saying it but it literally feels like there’s no way you guys DON’T. This may be someone you’re doubting romantically, you guys may feel like they’re playing with your heart. This person is coming off as sly and sneaky in their attraction to you. I also hear that they’re someone that may like to play dumb, and you’ve caught them in that so you don’t trust them. Nevertheless, their feelings are genuine and they want to continue actively pursuing you. This person may also be disabled in some way, maybe poor eyesight? Something in that field. I’m also getting a limp or bad leg for some of you. So maybe that’ll help you guys identify them.
Channeled messages:
This person is loud lol. The type to yell across the house when they come home, they’ll be singing your name too. If you want something then they’ll get it, they’ll do everything to keep you comfortable and happy. If you’re happy then they’re happy by default. They may be typical blonde hair and blue eyes. May have a big smile and big white teeth lol. I’m seeing a house, they’ll move you into one. They work hard to buy you nice things and keep you happy. Please show this person some love guys because I think they will really hand you every piece of themselves if you ask for it 😭😭😭. This person might like being outside a lot, might live near a beach or something of the sort. They don’t tan though, they burn. Please tell them to wear sunscreen. All I’m really getting is that they’re happy whenever you’re around. You bring them great joy. <3
More specific things:
Aquarius, tall, strong bone structure, androgynous, comfy fashion, oval face, darkskin (for a lesser portion of you), freckles, moles, “cheeky,” interesting smile.
That’s all my Pile 3s!!! If you like this reading please consider giving it a like, reblog, and following me for more!!! Take care of yourselves <33333 bye bye!
Sunday note:
Hey guys! <3 my first PAC is now done!!! I feel like I didn’t get many physical features for piles 2 and 3 because y’all spirit guides either told me to be quiet about it, or that there wasn’t really a way to define them (because you guys already know them and are in denial lol). I also apologize if I repeat myself a lot in the channeled message portion because I wrote it after I finished all the piles. I kept getting extra messages so I figured I’d include them all in the end. Also, if you’re apart of pile 2 and maybe feeling a bit down, please don’t be! It’s also the pile I chose before I started the reading and I lowkey think it’s beautiful. I also think you guys may subconsciously already know what this person looks like to the T. But maybe it’ll feel different irl idk. I have work in a few hours and wanted to put my first PAC out before then. I hope you guys enjoy/enjoyed it!!! Please consider giving me some feedback in the comments, I love hearing your personal experiences and what you guys have to say. Do my Pile 3s know their person fr? Lmkkkk!!!! Anyways, that’s all from me. I’m sorry, I’m a bit of a chatterbox and can go on for days, let me nap a little before work though.
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, fem!reader, swearing, a bastard doomed polycule, more of 'why have just one bf when you can two bf's and why have just two bf's when you can have two bf's that are also each other’s bf's???', p in v, double penetration, one (1) single use of daddy, creampie(s), fingering...kind of (fem!receiving), oral sex, face sitting, face fucking, straight up nasty porn w/ zero plot, no use of y/n.
nat’s note: this is a shorter one-shot but i can't not format it like a full fic i have to or i'll get hives. this is also just pure freak nasty gross actually probably the filthiest thing i've ever written that i thought up off too much nyquil pm last night. kisses!
wade gets to whiskin’ (and logan's there too)…
"You're killing me babe," Wade groans lowly, cheek pressed to the slick skin of your inner thigh. "If my balls didn't feel like they just got the shit beat out of them in a back alley I'd be as hard as David Hasselhoff watching David Hasselhoff movies."
His hand is at work between your thighs, thick index finger slipped into your sensitive, puffy pussy.
It should gross you out that he loves doing this so much. It should make your stomach twist with all the unpleasant feelings a normal person might get.
It should, but it doesn't.
The familiar stretch is lost from taking Logan and Wade at the same time, a rare thing in your sex life because of how big they both are. But you were in a mood tonight.
Your pussy still clenches around him, trying in vain to tighten up, not used to feeling so empty.
The subtle pressure of Wade’s finger toes the line between pleasure and the sharp burn of 'almost too much' as it swirls along the sensitive walls of your pussy.
The first time he did it you were too fucked out of your mind to do anything other than ask what the hell he was doing.
"Gotta mix it up babe," was his reply, as easy as anything. "Don't want the baby batter to curdle, if you know what I mean."
Your heart stopped, flames lapping their way up your body as Wade scooped the thin line of come trickling from your abused hole to fuck it back in, back where it belonged.
It was so filthy, so depraved that it made you go liquid between your legs.
Your eyes almost immediately slid over to Logan, ready to see him shaking his head in irritation like he usually did whenever Wade ran his mouth in bed. You found nothing, no deep grimace or raised brow in sight.
There was an unmistakable heat in his gaze that matched your own, the inky black of his pupils blown so wide you could hardly see the hazel of his irises.
The casual raise of his right shoulder when he met your eye was undermined by the way his cock started to harden where it laid against his thigh, effectively tattling on him.
It told you all you needed to know about how he really felt watching Wade between your spread legs. That alone was enough to get you ready to go all over again.
It sort of became a thing after that.
"I'm not even doing anything..." you mumble breathlessly, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't have to baby," Logan purrs from behind you, lips pressed to the top of your head. His hand skimming down the side of your body is enough to make goosebumps pebble along your skin, "Look perfect just like this."
It's been hours now, but they're still going. You're convinced that the two of them are the world's biggest horndogs, just once is never enough.
You lost track of tonight's rounds sometime after number five, not counting mouth and hand stuff of course. And it's starting to catch up to you, you’re tired, spent.
Wade curls his finger just right, brushing against the spot inside you that has a broken whine passing through your grit teeth. Your thighs start to tremble as a smug grin spreads across his face.
"Yeah, there it is," he teases, his voice low. He keeps the tip of his finger snug against that spot, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive nerves. "That's that spot ain't it, gorgeous."
"Wade," you mewl, hands fisting the sheets as you fight to keep still. You're worried too much squirming will make their come start dripping out around Wade's wrist, and you can't have that.
There’s a sudden silence to your right, the heaviness of it pulling at your attention. You shift slightly, catching the faintest rustle of movement from Logan.
His breath is warm against the crown of your skill, his strong chest still plastered to your back—but he's too quiet, too still. You tilt your head just enough to peek at him out of the corner of your eye, and the sight alone is almost enough to make you come on the spot.
Logan is leaning against the headboard lazily, arm that isn't circled around your waist snaking down his own with the hard length of his cock in his hand.
Your mouth waters at the sight of him, red and leaking pre-come all over his knuckles each time he twists his fist over the thick head. Your hips grind down unconsciously, a needy moan falling from your parted lips. The wet sound of it has your cheeks burning, eyes fixed on the way his heavy balls bounce with each rough tug, still so full.
"Fuck, that's it," Wade murmurs, slipping a second finger inside you while he presses a shit-eating grin to the soft skin of your lower stomach. "You like it when daddy jerks off while I'm knuckle deep in you?"
"Watch it," Logan mutters warningly, tone gone low and dark as spilled ink. His hand doesn't slow, the loose grip of his fist slipping up and down his dripping cock in time with the slick squelch of your pussy.
Your hips buck up against Wade’s hand, a loud whine tearing from your chest at the dirtiness of this whole thing. The familiar heat starts to stir in your belly, your pussy drooling more mess over his wrist the longer he plays with you.
Wade barely muffles his chuckle against your hip, dropping a quick kiss there before pulling his soaked fingers from your velvety warmth. You whine at the loss, but he doesn’t pay it any mind.
You’ll both get what you want soon enough.
"Alright, we should all know the drill by now people," he announces to you and Logan with a loud clap, pulling away from between your thighs to roll flat onto his back.
“Time to hop on the saddle, John Wayne,” he finishes, giving your ass a loving tap.
Logan snorts into your hair, dropping his cock to grab your hips and gently manhandle you until you’re situated directly over Wade’s face while Logan kneels in front of you. The jut of his cock bobbing inches away from your mouth.
Wade’s greedy fingers pry your swollen lips apart to watch the way his and Logan’s come starts to seep out from you, falling to drip onto his bare chest. He blows over the wet length of you, the cool air from his mouth has your hips twitching down in search of any friction you can get.
“Not so fast,” he scolds lightly, grinding his knuckle against the wet seam of you. Your nails dig crescent moons into his scarred shoulders, threatening to break the skin.
“You’ve gotta savor this moment, hot stuff,” he says slowly, leaning up to press a kiss directly over your throbbing clit. “You got the best seat in the house, don’t take it for granted–”
"Enough," Logan grunts, heavy hands falling on your shoulders to push you down on Wade's face, fully closing the gap. "Quit runnin' your damn mouth and make our girl feel good, red."
Wade's hands tighten their hold on your thighs, his hips bucking up off the mattress like he can't help it. His surprised moan rumbles against your clit, loud and shameless.
You cry out at the first drag of his tongue over your aching pussy, hot and wet as it slides through your dripping slit. You pitch forward, too caught up in pleasure to think clearly as you take Logan’s cock into your mouth. You take him all the way down to the root in one swift move, burying your nose in the dark hair surrounding the base.
"Fuck," Logan bites out, eyes twisting shut as he feels your warm throat enveloping him. He takes your hair in his fist gently, just holding it as you swallow around him.
Your hands move to rest on his thick thighs, nails scratching over the hair scattered along his skin. His breath shutters in his chest, his hips rolling forward ever so slightly, chasing the tight heat of your mouth.
The mix of your tongue tracing along the sensitive vein on the underside of his cock and the low, wet sounds of Wade devouring you has him pulsing in your mouth.
Your thighs shake on either side of Wade's head, the steady grip of his hands the only thing that keeps you from collapsing into a boneless heap on the mattress.
Your hips twitch the tiniest bit, rocking forward enough to grind your clit over the slope of his nose. He groans under you, squeezing the meat of your thighs in encouragement as he swirls his tongue through the mess dripping from your hole.
“That’s a good girl,” Logan praises gruffly, his hips speeding up. “Shut him up, baby. Make him fuckin’ eat it.”
You squeeze your eyes shut, dragging your pussy along Wade’s mouth faster. You moan desperately around your mouthful, brain going hazy around the edges.
The frantic pace you set only makes their come leak from you faster, dripping down Wade’s face faster than he can keep up, and there's just so much.
A steady, thick stream of it that feels almost never ending thanks to Logan coming like he busted a pipe and absolutely flooding your insides every single time.
Wade doesn’t seem deterred in the slightest though, swirling his tongue along you with a new sense of urgency. His hands grip your hips tighter, his blunt nails digging into your skin deliciously as he slurps and sucks with unbridled enthusiasm, chasing every drop of come.
He’s sloppy with it, come sliding down his cheeks and chin in thin rivers of white.
Logan’s rough breath hitches above you, his fingers tightening in your hair as you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks just the way he likes. His growl sends a thrill down your spine.
"C'mon, Wilson," Logan grunts, his hips speeding up. When you peer up at him, you can see the goading smile that just barely tugs the corner of his mouth up.
“Spitters are quitters, you know that."
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a/n : this is probably so shitty, i wrote in a rush so…
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"don’t touch it," you warned, without even turning around. "i’m serious, minho. if you stir the rice before it’s ready—"
"you’ll disown me?" he guessed, hovering suspiciously close to the pot.
"no," you said, glancing over your shoulder with narrowed eyes. "worse. i’ll let my abuelita handle you."
he immediately backed off, spoon still in hand. “not the abuelita threat.”
"then keep your hands to yourself."
doongie, sitting like royalty on top of the fridge, let out a smug meow, clearly on your side.
you smirked and stirred the arroz con pollo yourself, the scent of garlic, peppers, and tomato swirling around the kitchen like a hug. the cats were scattered around the apartment—dori batting at your slipper, and soonie lounging by the window.
minho leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you like you were the main event on a cooking show. “you know,” he said, “you’re dangerously hot when you cook.”
you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “you say that every time i’m near a stove.”
"it’s always true."
you tried not to grin as you moved to chop cilantro. "you’re just trying to get out of helping."
"me?" he said dramatically. "i offered to fry the plátanos and got banned after one oil pop incident."
"you screamed like a soap opera."
“i thought i was dying!”
you turned to look at him, hand on your hip. "are you gonna be a good assistant or just roast yourself all night?"
"both," he said proudly, slipping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. "but mostly just be your number one fan."
you relaxed into his touch, stirring lazily as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “smells like heaven.”
“smells like memories,” you said quietly. “feels like home.”
"you are my home," he murmured.
your chest ached in the best way. you turned your head and kissed his cheek.
he tightened his grip on your waist. "and if your rice tastes even half as good as it smells, i might propose."
"you don’t even have a ring."
"i’ll use a plantain slice."
you snorted. “romantic.”
suddenly, dori launched himself from the counter and made a beeline for your sock. minho tried (and failed) to block him.
“this house,” he muttered, chasing after him with zero authority, “is just vibes and violence.”
"and culture," you added, holding in a laugh.
after you plated everything—rice, juicy chicken, crispy golden plátanos—you both sat cross-legged on the living room rug, cats circling like mini food inspectors.
"you know what i love about this?" you asked, mouth half-full.
"the food?"
"yes, but also this. just… us. my culture, your cats, our mess of a little life."
he nodded, chewing. “it’s chaotic. but it’s ours.”
you leaned into him, plate balanced in one hand. “you fit here.”
“you make it easy.”
he kissed your temple, soft and sure. doongie pawed at your plantain and got gently swatted away.
you laughed again. "we should cook together more often."
"we should never let the cats in the kitchen again."
"fair."
and just like that—over rice, love, and a house full of cat hair—you felt it. rooted. held. home.
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a/n: i’m so sorry if this is bad, i really tried </3 @chiikawaluver
