Female, Born in the 70s, she/her, witchy witch-like tendencies, lover of books, lifter of heavy things, writes for TF2, Venom, Bayverse TMNT right now, but looking to expand, Din Djarin fan, MCU fan - Welcome, but NO MINORS BE WARNED THERE'S SOME NSFW ON MY PAGE! Masterlist
Folks, friends, y’all…. esk*mo is a slur. I understand a lot of people don’t know that, I don’t want to be a dick about it, but I’ve been seeing it in fics. Wanna write “esk*mo kisses”? Just say “nuzzled noses” or something.
I’m not here to call anybody out, it’s been in multiple fics, I’m not vague posting. This is just a psa. 👍🏻
[Text Description: “Hey! Reminder: Eskimo is a slur. It means ‘snow eaters’ in Cree and is a slur against Inuit . Also don’t use ‘Eskimo kisses’. It’s called Kunik. It is a greeting mostly used for family… Kunik was how I’d greet my mom and grandmother as a small child.” /TD]
Out of everyone, who would go the full nine yards on a date to impress reader? Opening every door possible, being so sweet it rot your teeth, refusing to let you pay a dime, etc.etc...
heheheehehehhehe I GOT u….
dc:
Bruce Wayne has the money to lavish upon you and he’ll happily do it. Cost is no issue and he wants to make sure that you’re absolutely attended to. He’s going to take the time and effort to make sure that you’re the focus of attention and that his only desire is pleasing you.
Tim Drake is endearingly smitten as he compliments how you look, as he opens every door for you, as he cheerfully (shyly) tells you that you can order whatever you want and he’s got tickets for that movie you wanted to see that you mentioned a few weeks ago—it’s so so clear he just wants to impress you
Clark Kent has that sweet boyish charm where every single time that he looks at you, he looks like he’s the luckiest man in the world and he can’t believe his good luck. When he takes you to that Thai food place you’ve mentioned, he acts like he’s hit the jackpot and does everything to guarantee your good graces and a second date
John Stewart is an absolute pro at making you feel attended to, looked after, and accommodating to your every interest; he already knows all your likes and dislikes and when the two of you go out to dinner, he’s got an itinerary planned with everything you like—he’s prepared for this and wants to make sure you know how much he cares
marvel:
Steve Rogers has that gentlemanly quality that just makes you feel butterflies—he wants to make sure that you’re given the time and space for him to really spoil you. He’s a little old fashioned but it shines through how clearly he wants you to feel seen and spoiled—and you clearly appreciate it
T’Challa is regal and poised but when he gives you a look after a sumptuous banquet, the tentative, soft way that he asks if you’ve enjoyed yourself is so endearing to you—he spares no expense to ensure that you’re given the experience of a lifetime
Kurt Wagner wines and dines with the best of them—he has a swinging restaurant to take you to, a classic movie experience in the park, and swing dancing planned for the late evening. Oh, you don’t know how to dance, honey? Don’t worry—he’ll hold you close and guide you through the steps as he romances you the whole night long
Scott Summers is really trying his goddamn best—he’s a little more stiff and takes some time to loosen up but it’s so clear from everything he’s set up—a picnic on the lawn, stargazing at the park; he wants so very badly to make you smile. And you do, and more
extras:
Hellboy is absolutely pulling out all the stops. He’s talking with the BPRD to make sure that that restaurant you’ve mentioned a few times is going to have the nicest view of the city for the two of you to dine on. He might not be able to hold the glass properly but the two of you are having the absolute best time as he watches you with total heart eyes.
Mark Grayson might not know all the expert ways to romance a person, but he’s got his earnest passion and he’s absolutely trying his best to make sure that you’re having a memorable time. Complimenting your looks, talking about how lucky he is to go with you—he’s smitten for certain
Nanami Kento is trying his goddamn best to impress you. To spoil you the entire time and ensure that you’re looked after, gently sharing some of the information about the food or the wine—you don’t even have to want for anything and you’re absolutely taken care of and looking to pay him back afterwards….
had fun with this but that’s all I got……..adios……..
Ooooooo- I saw your Hank McCoy writing. Lovely as always✨ Could I request married Hank x Reader who are expecting their first child and the reader suggests to name the baby Hannah or Henry after Hank?
Love, koala 🐨
Im so sorry it took me so long to get to this! I’m getting back into writing for X-men since the new season dropped for X-Men ‘97!! So pls be patient while I get through my busy inbox 😔
Expecting a New Name
Hank x Pregnant Reader (Married)
Word Count: 1046
The last few months have been…filled with surprises. You and Hank got married a few years ago and never thought you would have kids at first. He felt bringing another mutant child into this world would be cruel and difficult, especially one with his…beastly genes.
You argued the baby would be safe with the X-men, but Hank knew that you knew no mutant was ever truly safe. He also reminded you of the responsibilities you both carried at the X-Mansion as professors, so you reluctantly agreed. Parenthood was just not the ideal path for you two.
So knowing this, you can imagine your surprise when the pregnancy test came back positive.
The test you figured you should take after having irregular morning sicknesses and developing odd appetites. And also since you and Hank have been…a little more active lately.
You were surprised to hear a gentle knock on the door. "My Dear?" You heard your husband call out for you. You had been in there for quite some time, so he was surely worried about you. "I'm um- almost done sweetheart!" You say shakily, frantically looking for a hidden spot to shove the white and blue plastic strip. What was he going to think of your positive test?!?
"Is everything alright?" He cracks opens the door enough to see you, a concerned look written on his face.
His gaze finds you on the floor, looking back up at him with your hand clenched around the pregnancy test. His golden eyes flicker knowingly between you and your balled hand, before deciding to walk inside and kneel on the floor in front of you.
"May I see?" He asks you softly, extending his open hand. You felt your throat form a lump and your lip quiver as you hand it him, anxious to see his reaction.
He sees the positive sign, making his eyes widen in surprise before making their way to you. He sees your nervous expression, making his shocked one soften. He clears his throat before speaking.
"Well, how do you feel?" He sets the test aside, taking your hands in his larger ones.
The pressure behind your eyes threatened to turn to tears. "Is it bad that I want to have kids with you?" You almost choke on your words as they leave your lips.
"Oh my love." He says, hearing the heartache in your broken voice. He pulls you into his chest, his warm embrace overwhelming you with emotion so much you couldn't help but cry.
"You'll make a wonderful mother..” He hums, stroking your hair. “I was so scared I failed to realize what I wanted most…what we wanted most.” His words caught you by surprise, he has wanted kids after all…he was just unsure.
“You’ll make a great father.” You sniffled, looking up from his chest. He gave you a soft smile, reaching his hand to your face to wipe your tears. “We’ll make sure our baby’s safe..” He promises, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
The rest of the months went by, gathering baby clothes, bottles, blankets, diapers, and anything else the baby could need.
You and Hank had gone back and forth on a name during the months, many of the other X-Men suggesting names to you as well. But neither of you quite liked how much of them sounded.
“I want it to mean something,” Hank said, sipping from a cup of coffee. You were both in the kitchen with a couple of others while you made everyone breakfast. “To have sentimental value and significance,” He glances at Logan briefly, hiding his smirk behind his mug.
“Not a basic name like hmm…Logan..” He hums in a teasing tone, earning an annoyed exclamation from Wolverine who was also at the table.
You rolled your eyes at his playful attitude.
“I think I like the name Hannah for a girl..” You offer, flipping the pancakes you were making. You wondered if he’d noticed it was an H name.
Hank sets down his mug and hums in thought. “I think I quite like that…” He says tapping his hand on the table. “I don’t think I’ve met a lot of Hannah’s either.” Scott chimes in.
“What if it’s a boy?” Jean asks curiously, walking past you to make her own cup of coffee.
You smiled, putting the pancakes on a plate. You already knew what you wanted to name the boy, but you haven’t said it yet. You wanted it to be a surprise.
“Hmm I don’t know I guess I’ll have to sleep on that.” You say, putting the plate of pancakes on the table for everyone to eat.
Later that night you watched Hank brush his teeth, getting ready for bed as you were waiting to tell him.
You heard the sink stopped running, the bathroom lights flickering off along with it. He walked to your shared bed before getting underneath the covers.
“What do you think about Henry?”
He paused, propping his head on his hand to look at you. “What do I think about myself?” He jokes with a raised brow, still in the midst of confusion. You snort at his answer before answering him. “No silly, for the baby…”
You watch his face as he looks at you, beginning to understand. “If it’s a boy I want him to be named after his wonderful father…” You look from him to your stomach, smiling as you stroked your thumb along your belly.
When you looked back at him his eyes were glossed over with emotion. “You’d really like that?” He asked softly.
You smiled back at him, resting your hand on his cheek. “You said you wanted the name be significant,” You move your hand placement to the back of his neck.
“And what more significance is there than the man that I love…” You go to pull him in for a kiss, but it was as if his lips were already there.
If he could pour all from the love he had for you in his heart into your lips, Hank would’ve done so in this moment.
“Henry and Hannah it is..” He smiles before pulling you in one last time.
Tags: Bay!tmnt x reader, fake dating, touch starvation, the foot clan are creeps, not proofread
The main reason ‘fake dating’ would come up in the first place is to fool the foot clan. Now that they’re aware of the boys’ existence, they’re keeping track of anyone and everyone that could possibly be involved with the four brothers. Get them to think there’s someone special to one of the turtles, and once they try taking you away, the boys have an opportunity to locate the foot clan’s new base of operations.
ᥫ᭡—————————————————————Leo
Thinks this plan is the most juvenile, cliche thing he’s ever thought up. That won’t stop him from stepping up and offering to be the one to ‘date’ you, though. His plan, his responsibility. Besides, this one involves the possibility of you getting targeted and probably hurt, too. He needs to have control over the situation from the inside, and he can’t do that if one of his brothers is gonna be the one to ‘date’ you.
Is so incredibly awkward with what fake dating actually entails. Forget the touchy bits, he can’t get over having to make it obvious he’s heading to your place. He’s a ninja, he moves in the shadows, he’d never slip up and let himself be tailed. His pride gets in the way of a lot of things, and carrying out the very mission he came up with is one of those. You’re more likely to get fed up than all shy and nervous if you fake date Leo.
Once that particular hurdle is cleared though. Watch. Your. Feelings. By god can Leo do something if he puts his mind to it. His charm is turned up to the maximum, even when he’s being a little nervous about it. This fake dating schtick needs buildup to work. Leo is a master of buildup. He ends up getting so good at it he almost fools you. Key word: almost. With how much he texts you to debrief after every late night in your apartment or on a roof you couldn’t possibly misconstrue his actions as being anything other than performed. He practically sends you a three page document every time- going over the likelihood he was tailed, the plan for next time to lure the foot out, and how you could improve your act (you get incredibly ticked off over time with that last one. Who does he think he is?)
Leo would probably awaken a ton of urges through your little fake dating act. He’s no doubt stupidly touch starved, as are all of them, really, but he subconsciously gets addicted to the contact. It has to be very obvious, unmistakeable contact so the soldiers creeping on the two of you and using their binoculars to peer through your tiny apartment window will get the message. Leo starts to touch you casually without realising, even while you’re down at the lair. Hand on your shoulder, on your waist to move you out of the way, on your face to brush off a stray eyelash without asking. At your apartment he’s getting a kickkk out of having you in his lap, backing you into walls, feeling you touch him and hold his hand. Leo’s getting spoiled.
Is a massive fan of looming over you. Even if you’re tall, he’s finding a way to loom. Seeing you embarrassed and unable to brush off the fake dating stuff the way you’ve brushed off so many other things on so many other missions gives him some weird satisfaction. He’s a bit of a weirdo like that, but it pushes the two of you a step closer to dating for reals.
Cheek kisses. For literally the longest time. From an angle it looks like he’s actually kissing you so the two of you were banking on that being enough. Alas, it isn’t. The first kiss the two of you have is right in front of the window, but it doesn't feel fake at all.
ᥫ᭡—————————————————————Mikey
He was nominated for this one! Mikey is the best at putting people at ease and lightening the mood, and his brothers decide by majority that he’s going to be the one to ‘date’ you. Leo is probably most likely to step down if he believes Mikey can do a better job and make you more comfortable than he can. Mikey is ecstatic, he’s already planning extravagant ways to fool the foot and thinking up matching fits to really sell the image.
Mikey gets shy when he does actually have to follow through, though. He’s completely fine with everything until he gets too caught up and turns around and finds his face inches from yours; that silly goofy grin falters and you can see his eyes get all wide. Expect him to back away and hastily call ‘time out, time out, time out’ when he gets too flustered. It serves to make you nervous too, so now both of you are an awkward, bumbling mess. Mikey never quite gets over that particular habit.
He ends up being a little too obvious if that’s possible. “Come here,” and he’s dragging you over to the window or a more visible place to repeat that cute little action you just did so the people tailing you can spot it. This turns into him doing it for everything. You hold his hand; he’s pulling you to the window and letting go of you just so you have to do it again in the soldiers’ line of sight. Maybe it’s a subconscious thing; Mikey wants you to repeat it, and this is just a perfect excuse. His reasoning is that he’s totally acing the mission. Though, from an outside perspective he might as well lean out of the window waving your intertwined hands yelling “we’re dating!” Not the most subtle but the tangerine turtle has good intentions.
Three words to sum up how it all goes careening off the rails: touch starved Mikey. Again, like Leo, he’s getting too comfortable with the increased touchiness. Is it really fake dating when he kisses your forehead as a ‘hello’ even when there’s no one there to fool? The same goes for petnames; they slip into everyday conversation, though with a lot more intent than the actions. Playing a game with his brothers means Mikey is throwing an arm around you and waggling his (nonexistent) eyebrows as he says “we can be a team, right babe?” and shoves a controller into your hands. Will absolutely use the fake dating thing as a way to pair the two of you up for everything.
Mikey starts hankering after your touch. He’s always joking around, but when things get a little too serious as you both put on an act for the foot soldiers Mikey stops kidding. His earnest, honest feelings shine through and he acts like he really likes you, enough to make you wonder if this whole fake dating thing isn’t entirely fake after all.
Mikey is too shy to properly kiss you to make it convincing, the most he can bring himself to do is kiss nearrrr your mouth and pray it looks real enough. You have your arms around his neck and he has his hands on your waist, like clockwork he leans in to slowly plant a kiss next to your mouth and you can feel his heart hammering hard through his plastron. It never drops in pace, no matter how many times he does it. You think he’d pass out if he properly kissed you.
ᥫ᭡—————————————————————Raph
Surprisingly the most casual of the brothers. He’s all for teasing and being playful, so fake dating is easy peasy. Raph is the least likely to be trusted with the task of ‘dating’ you, purely because he’s very emotionally volatile and there’s always a risk of things not working out right. However, he ends up doing a pretty good job, even by Leo’s standards. Make no mistake, Raph is super gruff and awkward about it, but the two of you ease into it and it gets reallll simple with time.
Raph does this arm-swing+pivot-in-a-circle combo when he’s embarrassed and awkward, like he’s attempting to be all casual about it but he just isn’t. If you grab his hand and show that you’re making an effort to really get this mission to succeed, he’s going to be incredibly reassured and will do the same for you. He gets super serious when he’s discussing the plan with you down in the lair. You will end up getting embarrassed. That’s when his evil, teasing side kicks in. Don’t worry, Raph makes up for it by being the most casual about the rest of the arrangement. You’ll feel comfortable in a way you wouldn’t with his other brothers.
He’s got no problem pulling you onto his lap where the two of you are easily viewable on a rooftop or through your apartment window; this is all for the mission, even though he is a little shy. Most of his confidence comes from knowing that if the foot soldiers tracking the two of you try anything, he’ll be able to protect you. 10/10 bodyguard over fake boyfriend. Raph pulls his phone out and gives it to you so you can do whatever you want on it to pass the time, because it’s not like he uses it for much and you can’t reach your phone with him holding you. He’s got the ‘cut up fruit on a plate instead of apologising’ kind of affection but he’s got this stuff down.
The king of touch starvation followed closely by Donnie. This man trails behind you like a lost puppy after you’ve established the fake dating thing. Leans his face into your hand and kisses the swell of your palm under your thumb oh so tenderly. He’s so egregiously weak for your touch, even if it’s all fake. Let him have this, just this once. Pretend you don’t notice him relishing getting to grab you and squish you to his chest until you’re both laughing. It's for the mission ofc.
Raph would’ve straight up kissed you had you not shied away the first time his face got super close to yours. He resorts to pecking the tip of your nose. Anytime you guys need to fake a kiss, he kisses your nose and affectionately noogies you as though trying to cancel out the intimacy of the former action. Every time without fail.
In private Raph muses over the kisses a billion times over and mentally analyses the look on your face, whether or not you shrank away in embarrassment or fear and if he could get away with doing that more often with you. His feelings go allll over the place. Raph is 50/50: worried you don’t want to be doing this with him and not particularly paying much attention to it because it’s just for a mission. He views it the same as training or patrols, just another task to do. And then he proceeds to over analyse it again. Real muddle of emotions he is. Expect him to get too caught up in the act while he’s at your apartment and end up actually kissing you.
ᥫ᭡———————————————————Donnie
Donnie thinks this whole thing is very slightly stupid. But he too is sometimes stupid and that leads him to go along with it. Either he pulled the short straw or there was heavy peer pressuring from his siblings to ‘date’ you for this one; I don’t see him involving himself in a plan like this beyond being support. However, you’re a good friend so this can’t hurt! He’s interested in the trial and error aspect of fake dating too. This whole thing is basically just a social sciences experiment. Leo backs off because he trusts Donnie to calculate things like how long you’d need to ‘date’ to ensure the foot clan would be confident in the legitimacy of your ‘relationship’.
Makes it super obvious, but in trying not to make it obvious. “No, just sit there and look pretty and they’ll buy it, I promise. Turn a bit. More to the left. Perfect! Are the candles too much?” You end up getting fed up like two minutes in because him being nervous is making you nervous. You grab his face and snap him out of it. “Donnie! You’re stressing me out!”
He’s a ball of nerves but keeps things resolutely professional. He schedules out an abundance of fake dates and sends you a list of potential activities that aren’t too demanding but will work in your favour. Honestly once the two of you get into the swing of things it gets pretty fun; you devise games and place bets on who can play the most convincing partner. Be prepared to be hounded with all sorts of tracking devices in preparation. He tries to reassure you the emergency buttons are just in case, but follows that up with “well to be accurate you are bait, so…”
He chills out with time, however, his touch starvation kicks in and shoots his nervousness back up. Is he kissing the top of your head too much? Should he stop holding your hand, or should he hold your hand more? Is it wrong for him to knock his nose to yours and tell you to kiss him on the cheek for the foot soldiers no doubt watching you from the rooftop across the street? Please keep fidgeting with his fingers and sitting in his lap. Your pupils dilated 35% when you looked at him. Have you always been so soft?
He’s also the most likely to do accidental boyfriend stuff when the two of you aren’t faking. He carries your bags, pulls you casually into his chest out of the way of Raph and Mikey when they’re bantering, takes care of you when you feel sick and rubs your back. Like Leo, watch your feelings!! Donnie doesn’t let extremely touchy habits stray into interactions outside the ones where you have the enemy as an audience, but he does get a bit more comfortable with joking around with you. If anything fake dating him will make you two closer friends.
His way of faking kisses when the two of you are on a ‘date’ is to kiss your forehead, or between your eyes. He turns his back to the general direction he knows you’re being watched from and smooches your forehead and pinches your cheek gently afterwards to get you to smile at him, which relieves his own anxiety. You actually commenting on anything related to touching (asking if you can hug him, mentioning how warm he is) will take him out if the fake touching itself hasn’t already. He’ll sooo let it slip that he wants to kiss you for real.
𑣲A/N really short this time but I need to clear out my drafts good lord. Long Leo fic in the works!
Taglist: @symbiosae, @hatothespanishpigeon
Leonardo was pacing his bedroom, hands planted firmly on his head in distress.
You were his friend. This was supposed to be a mission. There weren't supposed to be feelings…
Leonardo let out a frustrated growl, throwing his hands away from his head, letting them swing down to his sides.
He could hear Donnie's voice echoing in his mind, "Just be mindful that feelings can and will develop with repeated intimate contact. The contact will eventually become second nature to both of you and this could potentially move into being very real for one or both of you."
How wrong he'd been when he'd denied all of Donnie's research on the matters of the heart. There was no way Leo would ever allow business to mix with pleasure. Specifically when it was a mission that could cost your life if he fucked up.
He was so sure. He'd denied vehemently that anything would ever come of it. He was positive.
Put up walls. Was intentional in where he placed his hands. His lips. His body. Your body.
Your body against his.
"Fuck."
Leo had stopped pacing as his mind wandered back to the kiss you'd shared at the window. The look on your face as he tried to pull back. The way your lips chased his.
The moment you let a small whimpering moan escape when he'd caved and went back for more.
"aaaaAAAAHHHGG!"
How was he supposed to continue this little charade now? How could he tell his brothers? How could he tell you? How could he even face you?
This has been in the back of my mind for a while now. So I figured I’d try getting it out. While this doesn’t mean I’m “back” back, it doesn’t mean the few good folk on here shouldn’t (hopefully) enjoy this. For the foreseeable future I don’t feel like I’ll be taking request but you can maybe catch my own doings here and there.
But on with the show.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
You feel you’ll go out of your mind at this rate.
All the staring.
The quiet little gestures.
His passive resistance.
You’ve remained glued to your spot for so long. Hoping that maybe somewhere between weeks in the months of the years you’ve known him, that he’d crack.
Leonardo doesn’t crack easily you’ve gathered.
He hardly moves. He doesn’t allow his eyes to betray him. His hands remain within eyesight, but it’s in the subtle clench of his knuckles. The way his hands ball up and quickly stretch exposing the veins.
While he smiles sweetly, almost submissively at the sound of your voice. You know he doesn’t show this to just anybody. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury but god dammit, you can see that he wants to drink you in.
You’re liquor to him, addicting and burning.
You’re oil to him, never quite mixed with the water he floats upon.
You’re pornography to him, a hidden treasure for when he’s too far gone.
So why does it ache so much to open your mouth? To make a move. To peel back that layer of protection he’s been so steadfast in building.
Because he could still reject.
He could push away your pulling aura.
So when you stand next to him during the group picture April insisted on taking. Feeling the cold of his skin so close to your arm. Your little hairs sticking out to somehow feel something of his. You don’t think, don’t linger on the possibility of rejection. Because when your pinky reaches for his palm, gently caressing his hand, begging for permission you somehow only whisper in your mind…
You hold back the gasp as his own finger wraps around yours.
It’s tentative and charged with electricity.
He’s a knife.
You chance a look at him from the corner of your eye and watch his throat bob. The tension in his broad shoulders, the shakiness of his irises. The fight to turn and stare right back at you, to cut you with his blue eyes and inquire if his fantasies have become fact for once.
When you feel an arm around your shoulders as everyone screams cheese, it takes your entire will to muster your designer smile. Leo seems to do the same, a defeated retreat from the prize.
You still feel him weeks later. The way the top of his hand rubbed against your own.
What you’d give to have that palm right now between your legs, trying to rush the blood to your brain and drowning you in the ecstasy he could give. You wonder if he’s done the same? Have you driven him insane all these months? Made him question every waking moment of his life?
Are his pretty beaten hands wrapped around himself right now?
Is he begin for you?
Is he dying for you?
Somehow this all comes to fruition one evening. Another night with your friends. Celebrating another big win.
You get sent to the supply closet to get something (because at this point you forgot what) and as you rummage through a box, that tiny bulb swinging around you like a halo. You feel that rush when the door opens.
A hand reaching and gripping the back of your neck and pulling.
Lips.
At the shell of your ear.
You gasp.
Leo feels mortification sink deep.
But before he allows the logical side to quick in, you grip the fabric of his pant leg.
“Don’t-“ you hold him there, silently begging him.
Leo let’s out a breath he’s been holding since his feet took him to you.
Several heartbeats pass, tension building and swirling around both your souls. Somewhere between bravery and madness you grab those hands press those palms around you.
And hold on for dear life.
Presses you against himself like a security blanket. Greedily inhales and exhales you. You’re shaking but god Leo is shaking worse.
He slides down you, comes to his knees and watches you turn around his embrace and watch him as he lets his vices win this time.
It’s the way those eyes look up at you, apologetically, fascinated, tormented.
His stomach drops when you cup his face, fear overwritten his features.
He looks weak, he knows it.
But to you? To you he’s the most beautiful creature. Gentle features, eyes as blue as the sky. Lips surprisingly warm, hesitant and yet needy. He’s kissing back just as your hands run across his cheeks and neck. Lips molding, desperation kicking in because now he’s had a taste. Now he knows what paradise tastes like.
His hands fall to your hips, gripping as he leans up more, still tall enough on his knees for your comfort. When he feels your moan, captures it inside his throat; he knows he’s done for.
Weakened by you.
Overwhelmed by you.
He can hear himself panting, the blood inside his veins pumping. How your sounds pick up the more he kisses you back.
You smile against the corner of his mouth as he grabs your waist and stands up with you in his arms. The contents inside the supply closet rattle to the ground but his hold is bruising and the prospect of his hand marked on your flesh make you euphoric.
Leo’s tongue and yours.
His nails digging into your rear, yours at his neck.
His teeth meet your bottom lip.
He’s hard and rubbing against the spot of your underwear.
You should stop, lead him into something more understandable.
But the greedy little creature inside of you chants ‘more!’ Just as he moans into your mouth for the twentieth time. A sound hitches in the back of your throat when you feel something warm gush and connect with your wetness.
You’re doing this to him.
You’re causing this.
He’s cumming for YOU.
That desperate point of no return is there, the two of your skating down it. His kissing is erratic and out of sync because his eyes are going wide.
His locked to your own blown out pupils.
He wants to apologize, to stop but your hips just rubbed up against him just as you start to cum. His name seeping out of your wet parten lips.
