warning/tags: MDNI. NSFW. daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, praise, squirting, slow burn? Lucifer x fem!sinner!reader, established relationship, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, slight teasing, dirty talk, freaky, choking, and lowkey shit writing, hella Lucifer glaze, sorry not sorry
a/n: yes, hazbin hotel season 2 is out and i cannot stop thinking about Lucifer Morningstar, his fine self. i seriously went a bit crazy with this, but that last episode with his new song had me FERALL | ᯓ★ 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
When the people of hell ask you what it’s like dating the king of hell, Lucifer, you would first say how you simply didn’t expect it to happen.
Sure, he’s always made you feel a type of way. Your first time seeing him, you knew you’d want to sink your fangs in.
Then you saw his true demon form, and his beautiful pearly white and red wings on the day of that crazy, holy, battle, and before you could stop your mouth from moving.. “Wow..” you sighed, in awe of the king himself. “He’s beautiful.”
Charlie, of course, was already watching you with that crazed, hopeful, look in her eyes and since then she made it her mission to get you guys together.
It isn’t news that Lucifer isn’t fond of sinners, he thinks they’re disgusting and the worst. But you believe in Charlie’s cause. You had a hopeful and beautiful look in your eye as Charlie explained the hotel to you. Lucifer most certainly noticed that, and it made it easier for him to fall for you.
Your relationship with him grew to be extremely passionate, romantic and beautiful.
Who knew the fallen angel, Lucifer, the king of hell, could love so hard.
Coming across Lucifer was like finding a diamond in a gold mine. You truly believe you are the luckiest woman in hell. His loyalty to you is unlike any devotion you’ve seen from others. He genuinely loves you, and you love him.
Actually, he’s OBSESSED with you in every single way, and is always so quick to compliment you, kiss you, touch you, please you.
He’s such a simpp, but you lovee it. You CAN’T have it any other way. Fuck that nonchalant shit, you like what’s yours to be loving you loud and without shame. And that’s exactly the kind of person YOUR king of hell is. Your precious, fallen angel.
And believe it, he’s sooo eager to please HIS precious, little angel.
That’s why when you two are relaxing downstairs with the rest of the gang, and you tug on his coat, looking up at him through your pretty lashes to get his attention, he immediately knows something is up.
His precious girl definitely needs something. You can’t help it or control yourself, stealing quick glances at him while you’re with everyone else still makes you get flashbacks of your last night with Lucifer. You couldn’t take it anymore.
You lean closer and whisper in his ear, “Luci, my love. I need you so bad right now.” He thinks he might just pounce and fuck you right then and there.
Ohhh, FUCK, he’s ready to ruin you.
Subtly and sneakily, watching the others to make sure they don’t interrupt your “spicy convo”, he snakes his hand around your waist and pulls you in a bit closer, locking eyes with you.
He leans in as well, his breath on your ear sending literal shivers down your spine and asks, “You gonna be a good girl for your king, angel?”
You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you, and whisper against his lips, “Anything for you, my king.”
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Yeah, he thinks he might just die.
Actually, YOU think you might die.
He has you wetter than you’ve ever been before, fingering your pretty little pussy with his jaw slacked, and eyes hooded, filled with a deep, dark desire.
He’s hungry for more, breathless, watching you squirm and react to every single touch he blesses you with.
He loves to finger the shit out of you, finger your pussy soo good, and watch you come undone from just that alone, sometimes, and he’s most certainly skilled at it.
“He must have the hands of God.” You think to yourself as your back arches.
It’s not enough, though. He NEEDS more.
He leans down toward your perfectly fucked out face and makes out with you so passionately, letting his tongue feel around in your mouth, letting both of your tongues tangle and swirl around each other. The kiss is HOT, sexy and desperate.
He pulls away from the kiss but still keeps his face very close to yours, his labored breaths hitting your face. You note how he smells like cinnamon bark and vanilla. God, you just wanna devour him.
“Baby,” you whine against his lips.
He curls his fingers and moves them in and out rhythmically. “That feel good, my sweet girl?”
“Mhmm, yess, baby. Fuu- yess, Luci,” You choke out.
He groans at the sound of your voice, he just lovess hearing you moan. You’re so loud and reactive. He can never ever get enough of it, how filthy the sounds are that you make, but how it’s so fucking sexy at the same time. He can’t stand it.
He can’t stop himself from bringing his hand around your throat and continues to finger fuck you at the same time. He brings himself closer to your ear and licks it a little before huskily mumbling in your ear, “Say yes, daddy.”
You gasp and shiver at the sensation of his forked tongue on your ear and his low voice. You might just come right now.
“Mmm. Y-Yess, daddy,” you whimper, desperately. You can’t take it anymore, you’re seriously wet and horny for him, off his skilled ass fingers and his voice.
You moan again while grinding against his hand, “Faster, please, daddy, please. M’gonna come.” The words helplessly spill out from your pretty lips, filled with heat and undeniable desire.
He moans from hearing you beg, letting him know how how dumb you are off his fingers alone.
“Yeah, angel? You love when daddy fingers you like this, hm? My pretty girl.” He muses as he changes his fingers’ tempo, removing them from inside you and bringing his very wet fingers to rub your clit, rubbing it so quickly that you immediately approach your climax.
“Mm, yess, daddy, please keep goingg, just like tha— ah!” You squirt like crazy. All over his hands and his sheets, your slick and wetness is everywhere.
“Woww, look at you,” Lucifer hisses, more than amused. “Look at this mess you made from only my fingers, princess.“
He brings his fingers to your mouth, giving you a knowing, suggestive look and you waste no time on wrapping your yummy lips around his digits, sucking and slurping all over his fingers. Sucking them like they are his hard, delicious cock.
You lick and suck his fingers clean, eagerly, moaning around them, all while looking him in the eye, happy to please your king in any single way.
He moans and literally growls at the sight of you licking his fingers like they’re about to disappear, and he thinks he might lose it.
He knows he’s really done it, though, when he feels your pretty hands paw at his hard on, through his trousers.
He looks at you to find out you’re already hungrily looking at him through your wet lashes and you literally fucking purr, “Your turn, daddy.”
He’s in for a longgg night, baby.
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a/n: wow. i must say i had SO much fun writing this. i’ll be honest, i never thought i’d ever end up writing for Lucifer or any character from hazbin, for that matter. but i seriously couldn’t help myself. this is also unexpectedly long. i just love writing for a simpy ass mannn ugh
The sluttiest thing a man can do is gift you your favorite book with his annotations in it so when you read it it'll feel like you're reading it together with his voice running through your head.
(After Momo’s elimination the contestants had a hard time, especially the Japanese contestants. Their sister like relationship for the past two years is put to the test. )
You look at the window, watch the empty courtyard as you’re about to end your day. Suddenly you get a call and hear Ji-eun on the other side, “Sir, I have someone from the survival show that wants to see you.”
“Who? A producer?”
“No, it’s contestant Minatozaki Sana.”
“Hmm… did she say why she wants to see me?”
“No, she just said it’s urgent.”
“Okay… have her come up.”
You hang up the phone and are curious about what's going on. It doesn’t take long for both Ji-eun and Sana to come to your office.
“Welcome Sana, take a seat.”
“Thank you and I’m okay and I'd rather stand. Also, is it possible to talk with just the two of us?”
You nod, signaling Ji-eun to step outside, “Okay. It’s just the two of us. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes, there is.”
“How can I help?”
“I want you to bring Momo back.”
“Sorry?”
“I want Momo to return back to the show.”
“I'm sorry, but it’s out of my control. JYP has the final say.”
“No, I know you can. You’re the one in charge, Nayeon unnie told me.”
Curious by her comment, you ask, “What did Nayeon tell you?”
“She mentioned the relationship between the two of you.”
You’re caught off guard and try to find out more from Sana “Hmm… I see. What about it?”
“I’m willing to do the same.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”
“Are you sure?”
“I am.” Sana undoes her blounce, dropping them and her bra, revealing her small breast.”
Sana stands nervous, her hand placed across her chest. “All of this for Momo?”
“She’s my best friend, I’ll do anything for her, even offer my body.”
Hearing her words makes you smirk. You signal her to come closer, “Come right here and sit on my lap.”
Sana nervously walks towards you and takes a seat on your thigh. “Like this?” she asks nervously.
“Yes.” You look at her and see how nervous she is. You can tell she’s trying so hard to keep herself together. “You’re really pretty.” You hand caress her cheek as you stare at her in the eyes.
“You think so?”
”I do. You have a cute and playful look. I don’t think you want to do this here, in my office right?”
Sana looks around and gives it a thought, realizing what you’re trying to say, “I… I… you’re right.”
”How about coming back to my place? I know you’ll like it.”
She blushes at your smile and constant eye contact, “Okay.” You stand up and button up her blouse before exiting your office. You take the elevator down stairs and say, “I’m going to let them know you’ll be taking the day off.”
Sana nods and stares through the glass, watching trainees exiting from their classes and practice. She asks herself if what she is doing is the right thing.
The two of you arrive at the top floor of the building and grab her hand, leading her through the hallway. She enters through the front door and is surprised by the amount of space you have.
“Want anything to drink?”
“No, I’m okay.”
“Let me show you to the room where you can shower.” Sana shyly nods and follows you to the large bedroom and into the bathroom where she sees the walk in shower. “I’ll leave an extra change of clothes on the bed for when you’re done.
Sana watches as you exit and looks outside the large window. It’s her first time being in a bedroom this nice and so high up. She can tell that deciding to go to you was the right decision.
She walks towards the bathroom and begins to undress. Looking at herself through the mirror her heart begins to beat faster, “Sana, you can do it. You’re doing it for Momo.”
With the towel wrapped around her waist she exits the bathroom and sees a set of new lingerie. It’s something cute, something she would wear and her actual size. “It’s cute.”
You exit from the shower and put on some comfortable shorts and a tank top. You see Sana waiting on the sofa, looking so small and innocent. “Did you see what I left you on the bed?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think?”
“It’s cute, but how did you know it’s my favorite color?”
You give her a warm smile by how curious she looks. You sit down next to her and caress your cheeks, “The more I look at you the more I realize how cute you are.”
Sana blushes at your compliment, causing her to lower her defenses. You scoot in closer, placing her hair on one side before going towards her neck.
Her eyes widen when she feels your lips on her neck, the tingling sensation running through her body. You wait for a response, maybe her pushing you away but instead you get a slight moan.
You continue kissing her neck, then move slowly towards her face. You kiss her mouth and slowly pull away, looking into her eyes. Sana’s face is blushed, lust in her eyes, you can tell she wants this too.
She comes in closer, closing her eyes, signaling you to kiss her again. You go in for another kiss, your lips touching each other. “Do you enjoy me kissing you?”
She doesn’t dare to lift her head up but replies, “I do. It’s my first kiss with a man.”
“Hmm… I thought you had experience.”
Sana nods her head from side to side, “No. I’m not that type of girl.”
“What type of girl are you?”
“Uhmm… I like cute things, my friends, maybe teasing girls a bit but I like guys too. You’re my type.”
“Oh, I’m your type. What type is that?”
Sana hides her face from embarrassment, placing it on your chest. You lift up her chin, “You like someone that can take the lead right?”
You don’t need an answer, her facial expressions give it away. You lift her up and place her on your lap, making it easier for you to kiss. You go in for another but this time you kiss her neck.
Sana moans to the touch of your lips on her neck. She looks up at the ceiling, her brain trying to figure out this new sensation. You leave a trace of wetness and move on to the other side. Your hand slowly moves from the bottom of her top towards her stomach, caressing her. Sana moans even more as she feels your large hand on her frame.
“Ahh… ahh…”
Sana’s breathing gets heavy, an anticipation of what will occur next. You grab her top and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to take it off.”
Sana nods and moans, “okay,” still focusing on your touch. You lift her top and gently toss it onto the floor. “Beautiful” you say as you get a view of Sana’s upper body.
You move your hand towards her breast and gently press your hand against it, rubbing it. Sana moans, “ahh…” feeling your finger rubbing against her bud. You look at her again and notice her expression. You continue to knead her breast as you slowly begin to move your hands against her thighs.
Little by little your hand moves deeper, reaching her inner thighs until you reach the hem of her panties. Sana’s eyes widened but you whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She nods, and continues to have her eyes closed as she feels your finger rub the outline of her lower lips.
“Ahh… ahh…” she moans to the touch of your fingers. Her panties slowly get wet as her pussy begins to leak. “You’re getting wet” you say as you look at her. She shys away from your comment, but you lift her chin up and say, “There’s nothing to get shy about, it’s normal. It feels good, right?”
Sana’s face is blushed from embarrassment but responds with a soft “yes, I like it…”. “Do you want me to continue?” Again, she nods and you return a smile, “This time let’s get the panties out of the way.” You move your fingers around and pull the panties to the side, giving you a view of your wet pussy.
“Wow, it’s beautiful. Nice and smooth, really nice lips and it’s wet.”
Your fingers hover above her pussy, giving her a warning, “I want you to look at me okay? I want to see your reaction as I touch you.” Sana nods again and you slowly move your fingers, pressing them gently against her lower lips.
”Ahh…” she tries to look away but you stop her, “Don’t look away.” She stops and continues to stare at you. Your fingers trace her lips, making her moan and put her hand on yours, pushing you away, “Ahh… it feels weird.”
You pull your hand away and say, “Look, look how wet you are” showing her your fingers and the thick layer of nectar from her lower mouth. She stares at your fingers, until she sees your lick it clean with your tongue.
”No! Don’t!”
”Why?”
She shys away, “it’s… it’s weird.”
”But it tastes so good, it makes me want to try some more.” You grab her and pick her up, making her suddenly yelp. You walk back to the room she used and place her on her back, “Let’s get these panties off.”
Sana watches as you slide her panties and toss them to the chair nearby. You pull her towards her edge and spread her legs apart, giving you a view of her pussy. “Fuck, so beautiful.”
Sana doesn’t know how to react, everything is going by so fast. All she can do is stare as you get on your knees, with only the back of your head in sight. Suddenly, she feels your hot tongue press against her pussy lips. “Hmm… no. Ahh… ahh…” she tries to close her legs but she can’t.
You gently use your fingers to spread her pussy open. Your heart races as you enjoy Sana’s reaction. Then you see what you were waiting to confirm, her hymen. ”Sana, I heard you were a flirt but I wasn’t expecting you to be a virgin.”
Sana’s face turns completely red, she pushes your hand away and says, “Of course I am. I’m not that type of girl.”
”I just assumed you at least had some experience.”
She covers her face, “No, I don’t. I’ve just touched myself but I’ve never had anything inside.”
”Not even a toy?”
”No. Are you disappointed?”
”No, I’m actually glad.”
”Yeah?”
”Yes, I’m going to be your first.” You stand up and pull your shorts down, revealing your cock. “Ever seen a cock before?”
Sana covers her face again, but moves her fingers slightly apart, “Just in pictures.”
“Want to touch it?”
She closes her fingers together but you see her moving them apart just a bit. You grab her hand and say, “Here, I can see you want to.”
Her hand hovers above your semi hard cock. You look at her staring at it, curious about it even. “Go on grab it with your hand.”
Sana slowly moves her hand, getting closer but also pulling back a bit. You give her some encouragement, “You’re doing such a good job Sana. I know your hand is going to make it feel good.” She smiles and hesitantly grabs your cock with a gentle touch.
“It’s warm and squishy,” she giggles.
“Give it a nice tug.”
“Like this?” Sana giggles when feels your cock react to her cold hands.
“Yes, like that. Keep going back and forth. I’ll tell you when to stop.”
She nods and continues to stroke you. As time passes your cock grows a few more inches in length and girth, making her hand look small. “It’s so big, and it feels really hot now. It’s moving too.”
“It’s happy to see you. That’s why it’s reacting like that.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it wants to play with you too.” You look directly into her eyes and say, “How about it, want to get to know it better?”
Sana stares at you, then looks down and your cock. She realizes what it means and says, “You’ll keep your promise, right?”
“If you’re a good girl, then I will.”
She grabs your hand and places it against her pussy, “Be gentle.”
Hearing her say that makes your heart beat faster, ready for what’s to come. You stare at her as you trace your fingers against her pussy lips, “So soft and wet.” You gently rub it, making her moan slightly, “ahh… ahh…”
With your cock hardened you tease her. You place it against her pelvis to show her your length. “You see this? My cock reaches all the way towards your belly button. Are you ready for this cock?”
The sight of your cock on her body makes her a bit worried, wondering if it’s going to fit inside her. “Is it going to fit inside?”
“Let’s give it a try.”
You press your shaft between her lower lips. You slowly move your hips, making it slide so nicely.
Sana feels the warmth of your shaft, the sighting of her pussy lips spreading even before taking in your cock. Her heart beats faster, the anticipation of her first time with someone so big. She always assumed a male’s cock would be the same but looking at yours it worries her.
“Don’t worry Sana, I’m going to make sure you feel good.”
Her face blushed as she replies “Okay.”
You pull Sana in closer and grab your cock, aligning it towards her entrance. With your gaze directly at her you watch as her expression changes, feeling the tip of your cock spread her pussy apart.
“Ahh… wait…ahh…” Sana groans as she feels the head of your member enter her virgin pussy. You continue to press forward, watching as her tender flesh opens so nicely for you.
You give her a warning, “I’m going to go inside you now, hold my hand.” She nods and interlocks her thin and petite fingers with yours, nervous with what’s to come.
You lean forward, making the weight fall on her frame. Your cock slowly pressing, feeling Sana’s thin barrier. She whines, “Ahhh” tightening her grip on your fingers. Seeing her reaction gets you harder, knowing that you’re about to deflower her with your large cock.
Suddenly, Sana’s eyes widened, “Ahh… ahh… it hurts…” as her back arches. You insert your whole length in one go, spreading her completely open and taking her virginity. ”Fuck… you’re so tight.”
”It… hurts…”
You see tears in her eyes and comfort her by pressing your chest against hers. You kiss her, making her focus her attention on your mouth instead of the sharp pain.
After a few moments you whisper in her ear, “Do you want to continue?” She nods, “Ye… yes. Keep going.”
You pull out slightly, holding your position for a few moments before thrusting yourself back inside. “Ahh!” Sana’s nails dig into your skin as you do this motion repeatedly. You lift yourself slightly, leaving her resting against the bed to get a better view of her upper body. Her small breast jiggles with every thrust, her walls clenching so tight around your cock.
Out of nowhere you hear Sana cry out, “Ahh… my body feels weird. Pull out, I’m going to pee.” Instead, you increase the pace of your thrusting, knowing what this feeling means. With your cock hitting the deepest part of her small womb she spasms uncontrollably.
You pull out your cock and watch as Sana’s body trembles around the bed. Her hands now free try to grab to whatever is nearest and grasp onto the sheets. She arches her back, turning from side to side as she shows off her pussy.
“No! I can’t hold it anymore!” A stream of liquid squirts out of Sana’s pussy, staining your legs as well as the bedsheets while you continue to watch. After a few seconds she collapses onto the back, her toes curled and heavy breathing.
You stand up and walk past the dresser and grab your phone. You take a photo of Sana with the bed completely wet from her orgasm. Pressing the record camera you say, “Sana, look at the camera.”
Still in a daze she struggles to lift her head, “Ehh?” Seeing the camera she covers her face, “Don’t, please…”
“But you look so beautiful. Don’t you want to record this important moment?” You spread her legs to get a view of her pussy, “Look at this beautiful pussy. Looks so tight after taking this cock and losing her virginity.” You look at your cock and notice it’s covered in Sana’s blood, proof of you taking her virginity.
Your cock gets hard once more after thinking about how you claimed another virgin pussy. Sana looks up after noticing you put the camera away and is startled when she sees your cock hard again in her fluids.
”Look Sana, it’s hard again. Just thinking about you is making my cock hard.”
She blushes, “Really? I’m making you like that? Does it hurt?”
”You are. It does. Just thinking about not finishing myself hurts, but doing it again with you will make it feel better.”
She gives it a thought, knowing that getting on your good size will be helpful later on. “So if I let you put your cock inside me that will make you feel good?”
”Yes.”
Your heart beats faster as you look at Sana’s innocent expression. You can tell she has no sexual experience but can see talent in her.
“Okay. I want to make you feel good too.” She lays on the bed again and spreads her legs apart. Her hand spread her pussy lips apart and says, “Come and make your dick feel good with my pussy.”
Hearing the way she said it throws you over the edge. You immediately align your cock and slam it inside her small entrance. She groans when she feels your large cock reach her small womb.
The sound of heavy breathing and flesh hitting against each other fills the room. You feel a thin layer of sweat on Sana’s body every time your body thrusts. “Am I making you feel good?”
”You are… so good.”
“I’m glad.”
The two of you continue to look at each other as you thrust inside of her. You can tell she’s starting to enjoy it and decide to pull out, “I want you to ride me.”
With you laying on the bed she asks, “What do I do?”
”Mount me, and grab my cock to ride me.”
She gets on top of you and mounts you, grabbing your cock. She struggles to align your cock to her entrance but after a few attempts she hovers against her entrance. “That’s nice. Now slowly lower your body until you reach the base.”
You see the head of your cock disappear as she lowers herself on you. She gasps with every inch she slowly sits on until she reaches midway. You wrap your hands around her waist, “I’m going to help you out a bit” and bring her down.
“Wait… I need to rest a bit…”
After a few moments she places her hands on your chest and slowly begins to move her body back and forth. Little by little you see her increasing the pace until she’s completely riding you. With your hands around her waist you feel her body get hotter, sweat dripping onto yours. “You’re doing such a good job, Sana.”
”Thank you.”
“Now it’s my turn.”
You lift her up slightly and begin to thrust. Sana moans to your cock hitting her womb with each thrust, “Ahh! Ahh!” With every few thrusts you increase the pace and each time her voice gets louder.
After a few minutes her arms give in as she crashes onto your chest. You whisper in her ear, “I enjoyed your pussy so much, thank you.” She responds with a faint smile and you reply, “For doing a good job I’m going to give you a reward.” Before she is able to respond she feels a rush of hot liquid invade her body.
“Hmph! What’s this?”
”Your reward.”
You wrap your arms around her, preventing her from moving as you pump your hot load into her virgin womb. “I’m going to be the first one to breed that pussy of yours.” Her eyes go wide, realizing what you’re doing actually means but collapses before she is able to talk back.
You hold her for a few moments and pull your cock out, causing a popping sound as it comes out of her cunt. As you get up you catch a view of your work, a large load of cum oozing out of Sana.
Sana slowly sits up and sees the mess below. With her index finger she collects a bit of the semi transparent fluid and takes a whiff, “Doesn’t smell like anything.” She then takes a taste, “Not bad, it’s sweet.”
She tries to get up but stumbles and falls back onto the bed and asks, “Where are you going?”
”Going to take a bath. Want to come?”
She looks at you from head to toe, eyeing your muscular body and replies, “I do.”
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Sana returns to the dorms the next day, sore after a long night. Mina and her go to the cafeteria and telling her that everything is going to be okay.
“What do you mean?”
”I can’t tell you but everything is going to be okay.”
Suddenly, a cafeteria lady says, “Keep on going, you two are holding the line” They nod and apologize and continue to get their meal before seating at a table.
With all the constants together she notices Nayeon who is across the table and says, “Nayeon unnie, thanks for the advice.”
Nayeon, confused, tries to ask what Sana was talking about but notices the sudden glow in Sana’s appearance and replies, “Glad to help. Hope everything turns out the way you like.”
with megiumi, you'd been together for over a year and a half. at this point, you spent more nights at the fushiguro house than in your apartment. and toji - well. in his own fucked up way, he'd always had a soft spot for you. and you'd be lying if you said you never entertained one sinful thought or two about him.
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the kitchen was too quiet. darkness swallowed the room whole, settling heavier with every passing second. the only thing breaking the silence was the lazy ticking of the clock hanging somewhere behind you. you stood by the sink with a glass of water in your hands, trying to drown your insomnia one sip at a time.
then the front door unlocked. messily. keys clinked against wood, and the door slammed into the wall, followed by a low irritated grunt that immediately told you whoever walked in was definitely not sober. you carefully made your way toward the hallway and stopped once you saw the familiar broad figure stumbling inside. even under his big ass jacket, toji looked massive.
"are you okay? " you asked softly, careful not to startle him. he didn't even seem aware you were there. "jesus, kid," he scoffed. his voice was rougher than usual, low and gravelly with alcohol. even with only two words, his tongue caught clumsily against his teeth. "you scared the shit out of me." there was a grin hidden underneath it. you could hear it. he kicked off his shoes, tossed his jacket somewhere near the wall, and then started walking past you deeper into the house. barely two steps later, he stumbled.
instinctively, you reached for him before he could hit the floor. warmth, that was the first thing you noticed. the heat radiating off his body. the faded scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes lingering on his clothes. his muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders almost automatically, heavy enough to make your knees threaten to buckle.
"okay - yeah, you should probably sit down," you muttered, struggling under even a fraction of his weight. "whatever you say, doll." your entire body reacted to that voice. sticky, slow, honey-drunk. this wasn't the cold, monotone toji you knew. something about hearing him like this sent heat curling low in your stomach, and you hated yourself a little for it. you shouldn't feel like this. you managed to guide him toward one of the bar stools by the kitchen island, sitting him down as carefully as you could.
you grabbed a clean glass, filled it with cold water, then placed it in front of him. "drink", you whispered. "you'll thank me in the morning." you turned to leave. a large hand wrapped around your wrist before you could take a second step. you froze. when you looked back at him, you could still feel it - that stare.
even in the dark. silence stretched between you. his hand stayed firm around your wrist while his eyes dragged slowly across your face, like he was trying to memorise something he shouldn't. predator-like. intense enough to send chills crawling down your spine. "mr fushiguro?" you asked carefully. "call me toji", he let go of your wrist, but the warmth of his hand lingered on your skin long after. "you've been dating my son for over a year," he muttered, leaning back slightly in the chair. "still calling me mr fushiguro."
something about his tone caught you off guard. not annoyed. wlmost... wounded. your heart skipped stupidly hard at the sound of it, and suddenly your mind started spiralling into places it absolutely shouldn't. you shoved the thoughts away immediately. you were overthinking this. you had to be. "okay then," you whispered. "toji. do you need anything else?"
"stay", quiet. it was so quiet you almost thought you imagined it. but it didn't sound like a request. it sounded like an order. and somehow, against all common sense, you stayed. maybe it was curiosity. maybe fear. maybe it was that ugly little spark of excitement still burning low in your stomach. you sat down on the stool beside him, pressing your knees together tightly. your pulse was everywhere now. it came out of nowhere - this unbearable awareness of him. at first, the conversation was harmless. small talk. awkward, painfully normal questions.
how's school?
how are your parents?
everything going okay lately?
like he was trying to kill time. your answers stayed short and simple, sometimes only one word long. but then something shifted. he started talking about megumi as a kid. about the stupid things he used to do. about what life became after his wife died. and somewhere in the middle of it all, he looked at you and said the following:
"you know...out of all the girls megumi's brought home, you're my favourite." he said it so casually. like it meant nothing. like it meant everything. his eyes stayed locked on yours, heavy and unwavering even through the dark. "well", you laughed nervously, "good to know... i guess?" the words came out clumsier than you intended. your brain was scrambling for anything to say.
toji suddenly dragged a hand down his face with a low growl. "you make this really fucking difficult." your stomach dropped. "what?" he let out another quiet curse under his breath. "shouldn't have been drinking," he muttered, standing up too quickly. "i think i should go sleep this off." he started walking away. before you could think better of it, your hand grabbed the hem of his black shirt. he stopped instantly. then slowly looked back at you over his shoulder.
there it was again. that look. only this time, the hunger inside it was obvious. sharp enough to cut. towering over you, he gave you his full attention in a way that made your heartbeat feel dangerous. "what did you mean?" you asked more quietly this time. you suddenly felt drunk too. like you were seconds away from making a decision that could ruin everything. but it was already too late to step back now. "let it go", he sighed. he turned fully toward you, placing one large hand on top of your head. it should've felt condescending. instead, it felt terrifyingly gentle.
"let it go before it turns into something ugly."
"what kind of ugly?" you already knew. some part of you did. but you needed to hear him say it. "the kind you can't take back," his hand slid down from your hair to your cheek. you didn't pull away. if anything, you leaned into it. his touch was warm. simple. and somehow more intimate than it should've been. "what if it wouldn't be a mistake?" you whispered, stepping closer. you didn't know where the sudden confidence came from. maybe it had always been there. waiting. and now it was leading you willingly straight into the devil's arms.
"fuck," he muttered under his breath. quiet but still loud enough to make goosebumps ripple across your skin. heat pooled low in your stomach so suddenly it almost made you dizzy. you knew this was wrong. if someone had asked whether you wanted to rewind time, you probably would've said yes. but if they asked whether you wanted him to continue, that answer wouldn't change.
"don't look at me like that," toji said softly. his eyes had adjusted to the dark by now. enough to see the way your wide eyes clung to him - pulling every last ounce of restraint out of his body. "like what?" you asked innocently. a lie. your voice dripped with provocation, and you both knew it. you stepped closer again until there wasn't an inch left between you. your breath tangled with his. warm. dangerous.
"fucking brat," he growled. he dipped his head lower, close enough that you could feel the hesitation in the way he paused. even drunk, he was still trying to hold himself back. you weren't. impulse got the better of you long before common sense ever had a chance. you rose onto your toes and brushed your lips against his. barely a kiss. just enough to ruin everything. the second you realised what you'd done, toji's hand slid around the back of your neck and pulled you back in hard. your lips crashed against his.
the rush that hit you afterward felt poisonous - hot adrenaline flooding your veins so fast it stole the air from your lungs. your heartbeat turned violent as he kissed you like he'd been starving for it. it didn't take long before your back hit the kitchen island. his body pressed against yours, all heat and muscle and hunger, while your mouths moved against each other in messy desperation. you grabbed his face instinctively, letting out the softest sound when his hands slid down to your ass. possessive. firm, like he already knew you weren't going anywhere.
"you little fucking devil," he breathed against your mouth before lifting you effortlessly. a second later, you were sitting on the edge of the counter. his lips left yours only to trail lower - to your jaw, your throat, the sensitive skin beneath your ear. wet kisses mixed with sharp little bites that made your body twitch beneath him. oddly enough, he was gentler than you expected. careful, like he didn't want to leave evidence behind.
"jeez-" your breath hitched when his hand slipped underneath your sleep shirt. every nerve in your body lit up at once. within minutes, both your shirts were somewhere on the kitchen floor, forgotten completely. bare skin dragged against bare skin, the friction driving you insane. "you're so soft," toji murmured against your ear. one rough hand cupped your chest while his thumb brushed over your nipple slowly enough to make your thighs tense. "and you look way too fuckin' sweet for this." his voice dropped lower. "almost makes me feel bad ruining you with myself."
"less talking", you breathed shakily, rolling your hips against him, "more touching." a dark grin flashed across his face before he lowered himself to your chest without another word. his tongue brushed over your nipple slowly - almost unbearably gentle at first. the pleasure hit so hard it felt unreal. then came the bite. you gasped softly, only for him to soothe it instantly with another slow drag of his tongue.
"careful", he murmured against your skin, amused. "you really want to wake the whole house up?" the sound of his voice alone was enough to make your stomach tighten. "wouldn't want everyone knowing how desperate you are for some older guy in your boyfriend's kitchen." the words should've embarrassed you. instead, they only made you wetter. you bit down hard on your bottom lip to swallow the next sound threatening to leave your throat.
toji's free hand slid beneath the waistband of your pyjama shorts. the second his fingers brushed against the soaked skin between your thighs, your entire body jerked toward him instinctively. "there she is," he whispered, forehead resting against yours. "look how fucking wet you are for me." you couldn't even answer. not when he was touching you like that. talking to you like that.
"all shaky", he continued, voice low and tauntingly slow. "all needy already" your hands moved clumsily toward his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle while he watched with hooded eyes. he didn't stop you. didn't help either. just rested his forehead against yours and watched you struggle until two of his fingers pressed teasingly against your clit.
your breath caught violently in your throat. still, you kept going. finally, your hand was wrapped around him. the weight of him alone made your pulse jump. when your fingers slid slowly from base to tip, realisation hit you instantly. oh. this was going to be a problem. you repeated the motion once more, slower this time, and a rough sound finally slipped from toji's throat.
he didn't wait. his fingers slipped away from your aching clit only to push deeper, sliding one finger inside you without warning. the second he curled it upward, pressing perfectly against that spot just behind your pelvic bone, your entire body melted for him. he knew exactly what he was doing. exactly where to touch you. exactly how to ruin you.
a second finger followed quickly after the first, stretching you slowly while his lips ghosted along your neck between kisses and soft bites. your grip around his cock loosened for half a second, and he immediately growled against your skin. "focus, doll," he muttered. "keep doing that pretty thing you started."
"y-yeah- ngh... s-sorry-fuck-" your words dissolved into shaky breaths. his fingers sped up little by little, thrusting deeper and rougher, and the pressure building low in your stomach started turning unbearable. different from anything you'd ever felt before. bigger, hotter, too much in the best possible way. your moans slipped out before you could stop them. your eyes watered from the overwhelming pleasure, tears gathering at your lashes while your body slowly fell apart beneath his hands. you were becoming a complete mess for him, and you didn't even know how to stop it anymore.
one of your hands shot toward his wrist instinctively, your fingers wrapping around it tightly. "n-no-" the word 'barely' made it out. your body trembled violently while the pressure inside you climbed higher and higher. "toji-shit-please-" before you could finish the sentence, it hit. your orgasm tore through you so suddenly it felt like your lungs stopped working. warmth spilt everywhere, soaking through your shorts and across toji's hand while your entire body shook uncontrollably beneath him.
for a second, all you could feel was humiliation. heat rushed into your face immediately, tears slipping free while you struggled to catch your breath. toji only exhaled softly. "it's okay," he murmured, pressing a kiss against your temple. "easy, doll face. ain't nothing wrong with you." his voice carried that smug edge again. "happens when somebody actually knows how to touch you."
your stomach tightened embarrassingly hard at that. "look at you," he whispered. one hand caught your chin gently, tilting your head downward. even through the darkness, you could see the mess between your thighs. your soaked shorts. his hand glistened as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your body. then - without breaking eye contact - he licked them clean. slowly. like he wanted you to watch every second of it.
a rough groan left his throat afterward. "you taste so fucking good." another kiss landed against your forehead afterward, strangely soft compared to everything else. "if i had it my way," he murmured against your ear, teeth catching lightly against your earlobe, "i'd have you like this every night. all fucked out in my bed. crying on my fingers like a sweet little thing."
another wave of heat rolled through you instantly. the embarrassment faded almost as quickly as it came, replaced by that dizzy ache of wanting him all over again. "don't say stuff like that," you whispered weakly. "especially if you don't mean it." toji laughed softly under his breath while tugging your shorts down your legs.
"oh, sweetheart," he muttered. "i mean every fucking word I say to you." his hands spread your thighs wider." if i could," he continued slowly, mouth brushing against your jaw, "i'd make you mine and deal with the consequences later." another kiss. "wouldn't let another man touch you." another. "and you'd never have another boring orgasm again."
the way he spoke felt intoxicating. low. slow. sticky like syrup poured directly into your bloodstream. his mouth wandered everywhere it could reach - your throat, your jaw, your chest - while his hands held your legs apart like he already owned you. then you felt it. the tip of his cock dragging slowly through your soaked folds. a broken sound escaped your throat immediately. you leant back against the counter for support, palms flat against the cold surface while your body instinctively positioned itself for him. ready.
"tell me how bad you want it," toji murmured. cocky, teasing like he already knew the answer. "tell me how badly you want me to fuck you right here." "so bad", you breathed instantly. your hand slipped between your bodies, guiding him toward your entrance. the tip slid inside easily, and your breath caught violently in your chest. your eyes never left his.
"you're fuckin' tight," he groaned. "don't even know if this greedy little cunt can take all of me." he thrust forward slowly, forcing another few inches inside you. your head tipped back immediately. every movement of his hips against yours made your thoughts blur more and more. "fuck - look at you," he breathed roughly. one hand tangled into your hair, forcing your gaze downward so you could watch his cock disappear into you inch by inch.
"so desperate for it" his words pushed you closer to the edge of losing yourself completely. after a few more slow thrusts, he finally pushed all the way in. the stretch burnt. a dull ache spread deep inside you when he hit your cervix, tears slipping helplessly down your cheeks from the overwhelming intensity of it. still, the thought of him stopping felt unbearable.nevery touch. every breath. every sound he pulled from you dragged you deeper into him until nothing else existed anymore.
you let him use you exactly how he wanted. and the worst part? nou loved it. "shit- ngh- toji..."
"yes, doll?"
"i'm close-p-please... please don't stop..." the words barely came out coherently. your lip was split from how hard you'd been biting it to stay quiet, your eyes glassy and unfocused while he fucked harder into you.
"that's my good girl," he groaned against your mouth. "now cum for me like you mean it."
An Open Letter to the Governments Enforcing Online Censorship Laws:
I don’t usually get political on here. But I’m angry. And I’m scared.
What’s happening right now in the UK and Australia? It’s not just about "protecting kids" from NSFW content. It’s about control. It’s about censorship disguised as morality. And it terrifies me for what’s coming next because it always comes next.
They say it’s to keep minors safe. But censorship never stops at its first excuse. Give a government an inch, and it swallows miles. That’s not a theory. It’s history. And history doesn’t just repeat. It escalates.
As someone who creates dark, explicit fiction, this feels personal. This is my warning bell. The stories I write, the ones people try to silence aren’t just "fucked up smut." They’re lifelines. They’re therapy. They’re how people process pain, explore the shadows, reclaim power, or just survive another goddamn day. Dark content can be grotesque, yes, but it can also be honest, raw, human. It makes you feel. It makes you face what others ignore. That’s why they’re afraid of it.
And let’s stop pretending this is really about the kids.
If it were, the Epstein files would be public. The names would be prosecuted. Grooming gangs wouldn’t be swept under the rug for political convenience. The child protection system wouldn’t be a funnel of unchecked abuse. If they cared about children, they'd fix what’s broken. But they don’t. Because this was never about children. It’s about sanitizing the internet into a dead, glossy facade that makes governments and corporations feel clean.
What enrages me more than the laws themselves are the people applauding them. The ones nodding along, chanting “think of the children” while blindly handing over their freedoms like it’s some righteous offering. It's cowardice dressed up as virtue.
This doesn’t end with porn bans. It never does. First they silence desire. Then dissent. Then everything else that makes art and freedom, dangerous.
You may not care now. But you will, when it’s your voice they smother next.
TL;dr Reblog this if you believe in freedom of expression. Say nothing and watch it get stripped away.
Warnings:18+, dirty talk,sex in the kitchen, jealous
Life in the bunker was never simple, but it was the closest thing to a home you had ever known. Lately, though, there had been a tension in the air—something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Dean had been acting differently, quieter and more distant, but you couldn’t understand why. You weren’t dating, but you had always been close, and his sudden change in behavior left you feeling uneasy.
You’d been spending more time with Sam lately, discussing research for an upcoming hunt. Sam was easy to talk to, and the hours spent in the library together felt like a natural way to pass the time. But you’d noticed Dean watching from the sidelines, his eyes narrowing whenever you and Sam shared a laugh or got too close.
You only see sam as your brother you never had nothing else.
It wasn’t until one evening, after you and Sam finished up, that you finally confronted Dean. You found him in the kitchen, nursing a beer, the tension radiating off him in waves.
“Hey, Dean,” you began, trying to sound casual as you approached him. “You’ve been quiet lately. Everything okay?”
Dean didn’t look up at first, his jaw tightening as he took a long swig from his bottle. When he finally met your gaze, his eyes were darker than usual, shadowed with something you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, but his tone was clipped, the words sharp enough to cut.
You frowned, not buying it for a second. “Come on, Dean. Talk to me. Did I do something to upset you?”
He scoffed, setting the bottle down with more force than necessary. “You? Upset me? No, why would you think that?” His voice was laced with sarcasm, but underneath it, you could hear the anger, the frustration he was barely keeping in check.
“Dean,” you said more firmly, stepping closer. “What’s going on? You’ve been distant and cold, and I don’t understand why. If I did something, tell me.”
He finally cracked, the emotions he’d been holding back spilling over. “Why don’t you ask Sam?” he snapped, his eyes flashing with jealousy. “Seems like you two have been pretty damn close lately.”
In the dim glow of the bunker's kitchen, you stood your ground, taken aback by Dean's sudden outburst. "Sam? What are you talking about, Dean? , Sammy is like a brother to me"
Dean pushed away from the counter, his chair screeching loudly against the floor. "Yeah, that's the problem, isn't it? He's your brother. Not your boyfriend, not your lover. But you sure as hell spend enough time with him to make people talk."
You blinked, confused. "People? Who's been talking, Dean? And why does it matter? Sam and I are looking brother and sister. We hunt together, we live together. Of course we spend time together."
Dean's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and pain. "Family, huh? Is that what you call it when you two are laughing together, leaning in close, sharing secrets? It sure as hell doesn't look like family to me.
Jealous.dean Winchester is jealous of his own brother.
You crossed your arms, feeling a spark of anger yourself. "You're jealous, aren't you? This is about you being jealous of Sam." It was the only thing that made sense, the only explanation for Dean's sudden change in behavior.
Dean scoffed, but you could see the truth in his eyes. "I'm not jealous, y/n. I just don't like seeing you get close to someone else. Not like that."
You took a deep breath, trying to understand where Dean was coming from. "Dean, Sam and I are close. We've been through hell together, just like you and I have. But it's not like that. It's not romantic. You know that."
Dean looked away, his jaw tight. "I know. I know it's not like that. But it feels like that. And I can't stand it. I can't stand seeing you with him, laughing, sharing things with him that you don't share with me."
You uncrossed your arms, taking a step closer to Dean. "Dean, talk to me. What's really going on here? This isn't just about Sam, is it?"
Dean hesitated, then shook his head. "No, it's not. It's about us, y/n. It's about you and me, and the fact that things have been... different. You've been different. And I don't know what to do about it."
You reached out, placing a hand on Dean's arm. "Different how, Dean? Talk to me."
Dean looked down at your hand, then back up at you. "You've been pulling away, y/n. You've been distant, and I don't know why. And then I see you with Sam, and it's like... it's like you're closer to him than you are to me. And I can't handle that, y/n. I can't handle feeling like I'm losing you."
You felt a pang of guilt, realizing that Dean was right. You had been pulling away, but not for the reasons he thought. "Dean, it's not like that. I promise you. I've just been... confused. About a lot of things. About us, about my place here, about what I want."
Dean's eyes searched yours, looking for the truth. "What do you want, y/n? Tell me."
You took a deep breath, knowing that you had to be honest with him. "I want... I want things to go back to the way they were, before all this confusion. I want us to be close again, like we used to be. But I also want... I want to explore this, whatever this is between us. I want to see where it goes."
Dean's eyes widened in surprise, but you could see the hope in them too. "You... you want to explore this? With me?"
You nodded, giving him a small smile. "Yes, Dean. With you. If you still want that too."
Dean's face broke into a grin, the first genuine smile you'd seen from him in days. "I do, baby. I really do."
The tension in the room seemed to dissipate, replaced by a new energy, a new understanding between you and Dean. You took a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "Dean, I... I think I should kiss you now."
Dean's grin widened, and he took a step closer to you. "I think you should too, baby."
You reached up, cupping Dean's face in your hands, and pulled him down into a kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, becoming more passionate, more intense. Dean's hands went to your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat building between you.
You broke away, gasping for breath. "Dean, we should... we should take this to my room. Or yours. Not here, in the kitchen."
Dean chuckled, his voice low and husky. "You sure about that, baby? I kind of like the idea of bending you over the counter."
You felt a shiver run down your spine, your body responding to Dean's words. "Dean, we shouldn't. Not here. Not like this."
Dean's hands tightened on your waist, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin. "Why not, Why can't we? It's just you and me here. No one's going to walk in on us. No one's going to judge us."
You bit your lip, considering Dean's words. He was right, after all. It was just the two of you here. And the thought of it, of you and Dean together, right here in the kitchen, was suddenly incredibly appealing.
"Fuck it," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do this here."
Dean grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "That's my girl."
He spun you around, pushing you up against the counter. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you moaned, arching your back to grind against him. Dean's hands went to your breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, his thumbs brushing against your nipples. You gasped, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
"Dean, yes," you moaned, pushing back against him. "More."
Dean chuckled, his breath hot on your ear. "You like that, my little slut? You like me touching you like this?"
"Yes," you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder. "I love it."
Dean's hands moved to your waist, lifting your shirt up and over your head. He tossed it aside, his hands going back to your breasts, now bare. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, his desire for you evident. You reached back, your hand finding his cock through his jeans, and squeezed. Dean groaned, his hips jerking forward.
"Fuck, baby," he growled. "You're playing with fire, you know that?"
You smiled, squeezing him again. "I like fire, Dean. I like the way it burns."
Dean's hands moved to your jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down over your hips. You wiggled out of them, stepping out of them completely. You were now standing in the kitchen, in nothing but your underwear, with Dean behind you, his hands roaming your body.
You could feel his desire, his need for you, and it fueled your own. You reached back, your hand finding his hair and pulling him down into a kiss. It was deep and passionate, a kiss filled with all the pent-up desire and longing between you and Dean.
When you finally broke away, you were both breathless. "Dean, I need you," you whispered. "I need you inside me."
Dean groaned, his hands moving to your underwear, pushing them down over your hips. You stepped out of them, turning to face Dean. He was looking at you with a hunger in his eyes, a hunger that you felt reflected in your own body.
"Dean, please," you begged, reaching for his jeans and unbuttoning them. You pushed them down over his hips, his boxers going with them. His cock sprang free, hard and ready, and you wrapped your hand around it, stroking it gently.
Dean groaned, his head falling back. "Fuck, baby,ahhh,Your hand feels so good."
You smiled, pumping him slowly. "It's going to feel even better when I put my mouth on it."
Dean's eyes snapped open, meeting yours. "You don't have to do that, baby. I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come around me."
You bit your lip, considering Dean's words. The thought of sucking him off was tempting, but the thought of him inside you was even more so. "Okay," you said, turning back around and bending over the counter.
Dean groaned, his hands going to your hips. "Fuck, y/n. You look so fucking hot like that."
You wiggled your ass, smiling. "You like that, huh? You like seeing me like this?"
Dean groaned again, his hands squeezing your ass. "Fuck yes, I do."
You could feel his cock pressing against you, and you pushed back against him, wanting to feel more. Dean got the hint, his hands moving to guide his cock to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you.
You moaned, the sensation of him inside you overwhelming. "Dean, yes," you gasped. "Fuck me, please."
Dean didn't need to be told twice. He started to move, his hips slamming against you, his cock sliding in and out of you with ease. You moaned with each thrust, the pleasure building inside you with each movement.
"Dean, yes," you moaned. "Fuck me harder. Faster."
Dean obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. You could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the sound of your moans and Dean's grunts filling the kitchen.
"Fuck, baby" Dean groaned. "You feel so fucking good. I could fuck you all day."
You moaned, the thought of it sending a shiver down your spine. "Yes, Dean. All day. I want to feel you inside me all day."
Dean's hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them, pinching your nipples. The added stimulation sent jolts of pleasure through your body, and you could feel your orgasm building.
"Dean, I'm close," you gasped. "I'm going to come."
Dean's thrusts became more urgent, more insistent. "Come for me, my little slut" he growled. "Come all over my cock."
His words sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing through you like a wave. You cried out, your body convulsing with pleasure. Dean groaned, his cock pulsing inside you as he came too, filling you with his hot seed.
You both stood there for a moment, panting, trying to catch your breath. Dean's hands were still on your breasts, his fingers tracing circles on your skin. You could feel his cock softening inside you, and you squeezed your muscles, making him groan.
"Fuck, y/n," he said, his voice soft. "That was... that was incredible."
You smiled, turning to face him. "It was, wasn't it?"
Dean leaned down, kissing you softly. "I love you, y/n. I love you so fucking much."
You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. "I love you too, Dean. More than anything."
You both stood there for a moment, just holding each other, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. It was a moment of pure connection, a moment of love and intimacy that you both cherished.
But eventually, reality set in, and you both started to laugh. "We just had sex in the kitchen," you said, still giggling.
Dean grinned. "Yeah, we did. And it was fucking hot."
You shook your head, still smiling. "We should probably clean up, though. Before someone walks in on us."
Dean nodded, but he didn't move. Instead, he just looked at you, his eyes filled with love and desire. "You know what, baby I think we should do this again. Soon."
You laughed, kissing him softly. "I think that can be arranged, Dean. I think that can be arranged."
And with that, you both set about cleaning up the kitchen, your hearts filled with love and your bodies filled with the memory of your passionate encounter. It was a moment that you both would cherish, a moment that would stay with you for the rest of your lives. It was a moment of pure connection, a moment of love and intimacy that you both would always remember.
