Dueling Fates.

beautiful in any form (smut)

vision x reader

continuation of the babysitter storyline where single dilf vision and reader continue to explore relations between synthezoids and humans 

porn with plot, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, hickies, vaginal penetration 

2.4k words

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can you maybe do an older!elvis x reader with a daddy kink. Maybe he sees you flirting with another guy and pulls you into another room and has angry sex with you

That’s Alright Mama

a/n: I’m thinking comeback special Elvis? Loved him in that scene. Not proofread. Feel free to leave a tip if you’re able ❤️

warnings: dubious consent, breeding kink, all of the above basically.

Elvis had made you mad to put it simply. You saw the way he looked at girls and you saw the way those girls looked at him. It left you with a bad feeling in your gut and a horrendous taste in your mouth. He was much older than you, you knew he was much more experienced and you could leave him wanting things sometimes. You were trying though, actually trying to be what he wanted. He knew you were innocent when you met, that no other man had laid their hands on you until him. Truth be told, that was part of what attracted him so deeply to you. You were something for him to posses, to own. Something no one had before and no one would have again.

Elvis was 32 and you were just 18, fresh out of high school. You had known each other your whole lives and you always thought Elvis was so cute, and when his career started taking off it was just a wasted dream. You never imagined when you went to visit him with your dad in Memphis he would be absolutely enamored by you. Your dad sensed that attraction between you and Elvis, and he was not happy about it. But, there was nothing he could do. Elvis was the most famous man in the world and there was no way to say no to him. That night, He demanded that your father let you stay longer, said he would give you a ride home. Well, Elvis never took you home and you never went back home either. You had been with him since that day, it was only two months ago but if felt like a lifetime. You were in love, absolutely in love with this man.

But, at this very moment, you were angry with him. He had just bought you a new, nice dress and he was taking you out on a date. Said his baby had to look nice for him, just had to show you off. You were at the restaurant when this woman began to talk his head off, he was too involved in his conversation to notice that you had left and went to the bathroom.

On your way back, a man who had been watching you all night came up to you and began flirting with you. You looked over at your table and saw that she was still there, looking at him with those fuck me eyes. The jealously was like a pit in your stomach, causing you to do something you would’ve never, ever normally done.

“Hey love,” the man walked over to you. He was not bad looking, tall with blonde hair and brown eyes. But, he wasn’t Elvis. You glanced back over to your very handsome boyfriend, and he still seemed to not even notice you were gone.

You smiled sweetly at the blonde in front of you, “hi cutie,” you put on your sweet, southern charm. You knew guys loved that, just couldn’t get enough of it.

“So, what are you doing all alone?” He asked, trying to make conversation with you. You internally rolled your eyes, what did he think? He just saw you coming from the bathroom. You weren’t going to say that though.

“Oh, you know, just walking back to my seat,” you said sweetly, trying to play it dumb. You were hoping that Elvis was watching you now, but you weren’t going to bother turning your head to glance at him.

“You’re here with your dad tonight?” He asked. And it was genuine too, if you had water in your mouth you would’ve spit it out. The question was hilarious and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you could say that,” you snickered in response, already done with the conversation now. The man’s eyes looked scared, but you didn’t think twice of it as you turned around.

But, you were met with Elvis’ very firm chest. You looked up and saw the anger on his face, he had heard what you just said. You couldn’t even bother yourself to care, strutting right past him. That’s what he gets, he knew how jealous of a person you were and it felt good to make him green for once. You were angry at him, livid even. You had been gone for twenty minutes and he just now noticed. It wouldn’t have been a problem if that stupid women wasn’t so goddamn attractive. She was more his age, more appropriate for him to be with due to the press.

He attempted to grab your arm to stop you from walking away from him, “Y/N,” he said in warning. But you weren’t having it, nope not one bit. He had no right to be angry at you when he was blatantly flirting with that girl, unintentionally. At least you were doing it out of spite, not because you actually liked the guy. You walked to the car and he was storming after you, right on your heels. You were just as stubborn as he was and he knew it too.

“Y/N!” He shouted as you finally made it to the car, it felt like an eternity.

“What Elvis? Huh?” You asked angrily.

“What Elvis?” He scoffed in response, “you know damn well what Y/N. Callin’ me your dad? That’s just fuckin’ embarrassing.” He spoke angrily, but he was still as handsome as ever. “Not to mention you were flirtin’ with the guy as if I don’t even exist.”

“Ha,” it was your turn to scoff in response. “You know what’s fucking embarrassing Elvis? Sitting right next your boyfriend while he practically eye fucks a woman, that’s embarrassing.”

“I was not eye fucking her Y/N,” he retorted. “Get in the fucking car.”

“My pleasure, take me home while you’re at it. And I mean my home,” you said, and as soon as you said those words you regretted them. You saw the anger and the sadness on his face.

“You’re not going home Y/N,” he said in response, he wouldn’t take you. Not even if you begged and pleaded, you were his. “You’re going to our home and you’re gonna apologize for being such a brat.”

“Me? Apologize ?” You rhetorically asked, looking over at him. The anger was evident in his deep blue eyes, his tan skin had a red hue. It was like his anger was evident through his skin. “I want an apology Elvis, I did what I did to make you mad. Hell, you acted like I wasn’t even there.”

“Well, Y/N that’s business and you’re gonna have to learn it. You knew what you were getting into when you started dating me,” he said, while driving. You were on your way home to Graceland and his eyes never seemed to look at you. Like he was disgusted with you. “You did what you did to make me mad, and by God you did it. You wanna tell people I’m your dad? Well I’m gonna act like it.”

You had never seen him this mad before, and while it frightened you it also left you feeling excited. You couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen. You kept your mouth shut the rest of the way home, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. You had a mouth on you, both you and Elvis knew it. Normally, he wouldn’t react to it. He was always very level headed, able to keep calm even when you weren’t able to.

You pulled into the house and he parked outside the front, he shut the car off but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look over at you. As your anger leveled off, you felt a pit of nervousness form in your stomach. Maybe he was done with you for good now, you weren’t old enough, mature enough, or level headed enough.

“Get out,” he spoke lowly, “go upstairs, sit on the bed, and wait for me.”

You were no longer excited now. Your breaths quickened, your nerves getting the best of you. You couldn’t even find the words to say yes, so you just did exactly what he asked and got out of the car. You closed the door softly, hoping not to provoke him even more. Your hands were shaking, you wished you didn’t have such a big mouth sometimes. It always messed stuff up. You walked in the house and in a daze found yourself going up the stairs into your shared bedroom.

You sat on the satin sheets, your legs crossed expectantly. Your anger always got the best of you, but when it came down to it you were just a guarded person who didn’t know how to react to situations that left you uncomfortable.

You soon heard his footsteps coming up the stairs, pounding like your heart in your chest. You looked down in your lap, only seeing him out of the peripheral of your vision. You were too scared to look him in the eye. You felt him sit next to you, but you refused to look up and acknowledge him.

“Take your panties off,” he said gruffly. You looked up at him in shock, watching him undo his belt. “Did I stutter?”

You shook your head no and took them off just like he asked. In the back of your head, you knew it would be best for you if you just listened to what he said. He held his belt in his hand and it left fear wracking through your body.

“Bend over the bed, and don’t look at me,” he said in a demanding tone, and you did just what he asked. He walked over to you, massaging your ass as you were bent over. You tried to look back, but his hand was placed at the nape of your neck forcing you to look forward.

"You call me your dad? Huh? I'm gonna punish you like one," he spoke, leaning over you. Your breaths trembled, feeling the fear in your lungs. "Gonna spank you girl, say yes daddy," he demanded, his tone putting fear into you.

"Y-yes, daddy," your voice came out as shaky as you felt. His belt came down on your ass as soon as the affirmative left your mouth, you let out a squeal in response to the pain.

"Think you can humiliate me like that? Tell people I'm your dad? That shit's embarrassing Y/N," he said, smoothing over the welt that was sure to be made.

"S-sorry," you cried out, you had a bad feeling in your gut.

"Sorry what?" He asked, but he knew the response. He knew what he wanted you to stay.

"Sorry daddy," you said softly and then he smacked your ass with the belt again. It was almost as if he was punishing you for saying what he wanted you to say.

He smacked your ass three more times in succession, five times altogether. Tears were falling down your face from the pain, but you knew you deserved it after the stunt you pulled today.

He backed away from you, letting you turn your face to look at him now. You watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, a darkness in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"Here's what's gonna happen Y/N," he spoke as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing everything to you. You let out a small gasp, the air barely reaching your lungs. He seemed harder and thicker than ever before. He walked over to you, that dark glint still in your eyes. "I'm gonna fuck you and you're not gonna say a word, heard too much out of that fucking mouth tonight," he degraded you. You should've been mad, but it only left a pool of heat collecting in your panties.

You just nodded your head in agreeance, but even if you said no you were sure he would’ve still gone about his business. he lifted you fully on the bed but you were still on your hands and knees. You could feel him rubbing his tip up and down your folds, it left your back shuttering in response. He rammed into you before you could process anything else.

You both gasped as he bottomed out in you, a slight hint of pain as he stretched you. Your eyes were still watery from the belt. It was an overwhelming feeling to be so completely full of someone like this.

“So tight Y/N, made just for me,” he said as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

“So wet for me Y/N, who knew you could be such a slut,” he said confidently. You moaned as his hand reached under you to play with your clit. The pleasure was mind numbing, to be used as a fuck toy like this. It left you feeling in awe of him.

You only managed to let out grunts and moans as Elvis continued to fuck into you, occasionally smacking your ass leaving tears streaming down your face.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, finally make me a daddy,” he said grunting. His hands pushing your upper body down, forcing you ass higher in the air. The new angle caused you to see stars, he was so deep that you completely forgot about the words he grunted. His hips smacking into yours made the air leave your lungs. Your breaths disrupted your moans. Your face was pressed into the sheets, leaving no room for oxygen to enter your lungs.

You looked back at him, his hands firmly pressed into your back. It was a glorious sight to see him like this, his hair messed up. Him so care free as he fucked you.

“You’re mine Y/N, gonna make you so full of me everyone knows it too,” he said as his hips stuttered into yours. You were close and so was he, it was hard not to finish fast like this. Everything was so hard and fast about this, but in a way it was filled with love. It was everything love was about, jealousy and passion.

“Daddy,” you moaned, disobeying him for the first time since he commanded the order. He was too into you to even care, too into reaching you and him to that point. Too into finishing in you and reaching his goal.

“Gonna make you a mama,” he said, reaching under you to play with your clit again and you couldn’t help but gasp and buck your hips into him. The ball seemed to pop in your stomach and you completely let go, your body completely going limp as he continued to fuck into you. He raised your hips up with his hands as he continued his assault.

He thrusted, hard, going the deepest he had ever before. And that’s where he came. You both moaned at the feeling as he collapsed into you, you didn’t even think twice about the repercussions of his actions. You would be anything he wanted you to be, and if one of those things were to be a mother, you would be.

You stayed connected like this for a few minutes, and then he pulled out of you to see the damage he had done. The belt had already left your skin raised, puffy and red. Soon, it would bruise. His fingers lightly traced the marks and you winced in reaction.

“I’m sorry mama,” he whispered, his anger overtook him and he was entirely too hard on you. It left a bad feeling in his gut.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. He saw the cum fall out of you, and he reached his finger and picked it up and shoved it back into you.

“Gotta keep it all, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath. You repeated the events of that night over and over, fucking his love into you and making sure it would stick. He wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. You wanted it too.

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can request 2.“Bend over, I’m not kidding.” with hyunjin please

this has the potential to be very hot and i’m going to ruin it lol

2- bend over, i’m not kidding

dom!hyunjin in this one may cause triggering topics for some of you

hyunjin and you had just been joking around, no “sexier” antics involved. sure, the two of you were playing a more adult version of battleship, and sure, it included taking off an article of clothing whenever one of your ships was sank by your opponent, but it was all in good fun.

until of course hyunjin moved the game board aside with all joking in his eyes now absent. “bend over.” he ordered, a new seriousness in his eyes as he almost pushed you into the new position.

“ha, very funny hyunjin. now pick up the game, we weren’t done.” you just laughed it off, not taking him seriously.

“we’re done playing y/n, now bend over. i’m not fucking kidding.” he pushed you down into the position with a great new force that was totally unknown to you before. eventually with his new show of strength, you found yourself in a new position, bent over on the bed with hyunjin’s dick ready to be thrust into you, given you had even lost your underpants. you suck at battleship. :(

looking behind you, you say hyunjin taking off his pants, which he unfairly had on, because he’s somehow good at this useless game. his already stiff and straight, a small stream of precum already dripping off. damn, he’d been aroused for awhile.

you felt yourself very red as hyunjin slammed into you very hard. your body fit his length, which was quite a feat given not only how big he was but also the added on fact he just kept thrusting into you.

it seemed hyunjin was putting all his fury into fucking you, which was fine with you. seems like no more playing battleship when the two of you could be going at it. hyunjin was so hard right now, and you were practically dripping all over him, the bedsheets already trashed.

eventually, panting, hyunjin pulled out, cumming over your beautiful thighs. “wow.” was all you were reduced to, sweating and leaking unto the mattress undoubtedly. 

through a heavy pant and sweating hair, hyunjin looked over at you with the most serious expression you’ve seen him in, given after sex he was usually giggly and cracking jokes, perfectly soft.  

“next time i tell you to bend over,” he practically growled, “fucking bend over.”

i fucking hate battleship idk whyalso i put growled in for you anon that finds it an absolute turn on

The Photo (M)

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k (I’m sorry)

Warnings: Dom!Yugyeom, situations without obvious consent, bad writing, too much plot I’m sorry I can’t stop

Summary: You and your friend manage to get tickets to see Got7 perform. Even better, you get tickets to meet the band.

A/n: First off, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I love stories with multiple parts. I’m sorry I’ve never written a fic yet that has an actual entire sex scene and I’m sorry I LOVE PLOT. I can’t stand fics that skip right to the meat. I need a little background here. SO I’M SORRY, SUE ME.

You thought buying tickets was the stressful part. Waking up early, setting up any and every machine that could access the internet. You had even enlisted the help of your friends to sit and wait online for the tickets to drop, crossing every finger and toe and wishing upon a star that you or one of your friends would be lucky enough to nab two tickets. Thankfully, to some higher entity, you were lucky enough, and managed to get two tickets to see Got7 live. You were even more than lucky though, you were one of the luckiest, as you managed to get you and your friend VIP package tickets to meet the band, get a signed poster, and a photo with the members. Only a select few tickets had this benefit, and the painful number deducted from your bank account showed you were one of them.

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RIGHT ON THE MONEY joel miller x f!sex worker!reader 2,959 words warnings; age gap, arguing, unprotected sex

 “oh fuck. that’s it, that’s right. god, i love this pussy so fucking much, that’s it.”

 she was lucky she was on her hands and knees so that the bum behind her couldn’t see her face. she was so incredibly bored, and to tell the whole truth, she just couldn’t wait for him to finish so she could get paid and he’d leave. she even felt like she could fall asleep right then and there, if there weren’t ration cards on the line. 

 so instead, she resorted to gripping onto the dirty sheets that were clearly too small for her mattress and whimpered, praying that her acting skills were believable enough to send her customer over the edge. 

 fortunately, she was a better actress than she thought. 

 “you like that, girl? you like taking my cock?” he panted, his hips stuttering with his release, leaning over her until his forehead pressed against the valley between her shoulder blades. she sighed as she fell into the mattress, her patience running thin the longer she waited for him to climb off of her. his palms soothed over her ass and she flinched when he chuckled, giving her flesh a few light smacks. “always feel so goddamn good,” he muttered breathlessly, finally rolling off of her, the mattress dipping beside her where he laid. “hope to do this again sometime.”

 her hands found her blanket and she balled the fabric in her fists as she sat up, covering her chest as she reached for her shirt, slipping it over her head. “well, as long as you got cards for me, i’m always here,” she replied as she snatched up her underwear from the floor, stepping back into them and tugging them up her thighs. she turned to the man in her bed and cocked an eyebrow, “i’ll take them now, thank you.”

 he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he sat up to snatch his jeans from the ground, digging into his pockets and pulling out a wad of ration cards, tossing them back onto the bed. she dipped her head in thanks as he redressed himself, rolling his neck while he buttoned his shirt back up, making his way over to the door. she followed close behind, catching the door when he threw it open. he turned around, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk as he ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “see you around.”

 she only pursed her lips and nodded in reply, ready to close the door on him. 

 all up until he turned to stare at something outside her apartment, his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck are you looking at, old man?”

 her heart skipped a couple of beats at this, and she peeked out into the hallway and there he stood. 

 joel fucking miller.

 she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen joel, which was quite remarkable, given the fact he lived literally right next door. she guessed that the last time would have been just a few weeks prior, when her grumpy and, in this case, rightfully annoyed neighbor came knocking on her door one night after her customer had finally left.

 the customer in question from that night was quite a moaner, and really, it was like he wanted the entire building to know what he was doing. he was so loud, and unfortunately, right in her ear, and she swore her eardrums didn’t stop ringing until a few days later.

 it was safe to say that she was especially happy when he finally came, and even more ecstatic when he didn’t hesitate to drop her payment off on the bed and hurry off. she sighed in relief when she closed the door behind him that night, letting her eyelids flutter closed as she leaned back into the door, feeling her muscles ease and relax in her body. 

 that was, until the knocks on her door interrupted her peace.

 the wrinkle in her brow returned deeper than ever, wondering why the fuck her customer would come back. she turned and swung the door open angrily, only for her breath to hitch in her throat when she realized that it wasn’t her customer standing there after all.

 she blinked. joel miller.

 her next door neighbor, the man she’d seen around boston a couple of times, even had a shift with him here and there. they never so much as spoken a word to each other, however, but it certainly didn’t stop her eyes from wandering. he was older than her, at least two or three decades older, but damn it, how could someone have aged so well in the world they lived in now? 

 and there he was standing before her, his eyebrows pinched together, clearly pissed. 

 “you know the walls are thin here, right?” his voice was deep and a little husky, and she flushed, ashamed that it had such an effect on her. “it’d be nice if i could get some sleep.” her eyes widened and her feet shifted beneath her weight, her gaze cowering to the floor below. “i— i’m sorry, i—“ her teeth sunk down into the plush of her bottom lip as she glanced back up at him, “i can make it up to you. what do you want? i can give you some of my ration cards, or i have—“

 “just keep it down,” he interrupted with a grumble, “i don’t care how you get your cards as long as it doesn’t affect my sleeping schedule.” he turned and began to shuffle his feet away and back into his apartment, but something within her didn’t want him to leave, not just yet. so, she practically lunged forward and caught his upper arm with her hand, his breath hitching as he glimpsed from her hand back over to her. 

 “please, let me make it up to you.”

 she was just going to offer him some whiskey or some cards and that was it— full honesty. 

 she couldn’t even remember how one thing led to another, or what came over her and possessed her to creep closer to him, her eyes trained on his lips. 

 she was surprised that he didn’t make any moves to pull away.

 before either of them knew it, their lips were on one another’s and his hands— god, his hands were all over her body, he was practically worshiping her. and for once, she moaned— and not just one of her fake moans she’d emit for the sole purpose of working her customers up in hopes of draining more money from them— no, she moaned at her own will. 

 truth be told, she’d never ever been touched the way joel touched her then. he touched her with a purpose, as if she were a treasure to be sought, to be handled with nothing less than delicacy and respect. joel kissed her with passion, real fervor that was so intoxicating, she felt drunk on it. and when he finally pushed his cock into her and fucked her like none other had before, she actually came, giving her her first real orgasm in she hadn’t even the slightest idea how long. 

 there was no denying that she felt something towards him, felt some sort of connection that she had never felt before. it came so suddenly and all at once that at first, she hadn’t known what to do. but as joel nursed her into her high and she gazed deep into the dark, earthy soils of her irises that were so dark, they seemed to bleed into his pupils, she knew that she was fucked. 

 literally and figuratively. 

 but yet, it was in those ravines of dark umber that she saw something else, something faint but still clearly there. in that little spark of light she seemed to catch in his eyes, she knew— she knew that joel felt something back.

 why else would he be touching her like this, like she was delicate?

 it was because of that glimpse that she was so confused and truthfully, hurt and upset when after that day, he seemed to just never be around. at first, she wondered if he had left boston altogether. he was still her neighbor after all, how could she have not caught him early in the morning or returning back home at midday?

 it was why she decided to stake him out, and it was then that she realized that he hadn’t left boston as she had previously assumed— he was ignoring her.

 it was the reminder of that notion that drove her to mutter his name underneath her breath, ignoring the customer still standing behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the man before her. he glanced away and stepped back into his apartment, hand finding the door to slam it back shut. 

 thank god she was quicker than that. 

 just before the door could slam closed, she smacked her palm into its center and swung it back open, letting it crash into the wall beside it. joel’s eyebrows furrowed at this as he turned, like he was trying to just ignore her presence altogether. when he realized she wasn’t leaving, he turned back to her, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a sigh, and the wrinkle in her brow deepened. “the fuck am i doing here?” she scoffed, shaking her head and crossing her own arms over her chest. “how about we start with the fact that this is the only way i’ve been able to see you for weeks?” she tittered, throwing an arm off to her side, letting it smack back down to her side. 

 “why do you care?” he questioned, and she rolled back onto her heels, teeth gnawing down on the inside of her cheek. she knew why she cared, the question was: how could she explain to him why? what if all this time, she’d just been misreading his touches, that faint spark she saw in his eyes that night? what if there hadn’t been anything there at all, that she was imagining things. 

 but then, why would joel seem somewhat nervous standing before her today?

 joel usually seemed confident, and it showed in his body language that he knew what he was doing. but right now, as he stood there before her, his body didn’t seem to add up to the way he felt. there was something almost insecure in the way he stood— he almost really did seem nervous. 

 “why do i care?” she reiterated, her vision glossing over with a layer of tears, and she cursed herself for seeming so vulnerable, so weak. but she couldn’t help herself— joel hadn’t escaped her mind one minute since that night weeks ago. tonight, she stood before him, and she feared that it’d be her only chance to tell him how he made her feel. “i care because i— fuck, joel, i feel something for you.”

 the lump at the base of his throat visibly bobbed when he swallowed, clearly taken aback by her admission. she scoffed and rested her hand on her hip, her opposite cupping her forehead as she tore her gaze away from his, trying to sort out her thoughts. she shook her head and blinked away the tears in her vision, although they were still there, evident through the sting in her eye sockets. “and i— i think you felt something that night too.”

 she glanced back up to joel but he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyelids closed as he shook his head towards the floor. he snorted, but it was in his hesitation to reply that seemed to make her feel more convinced that she was right. “that’s crazy.”

 she pursed her lips together and dared to step closer to him, and he blinked up at her, furrowing his brow. she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, the glossy barrier returning to her eyes and burning them. “no it’s not,” she murmured, standing as close before him as he’d let her. “you’re crazy,” he said again, voice firm but yet, still somehow wavering. she dropped her head to catch his gaze again, blinking when she found it, uncertain if a tear had slipped from her eye or not. “what is it? am i crazy? or are you scared?”

 his eyelids narrowed but he didn’t dare speak, now avoiding her gaze altogether.

 she knew it. she fucking knew it. she was right. 

 “are you scared, joel?” she repeated, “are you scared because you think you might have fucking felt something?” 

 he didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. it was in the way he gulped and tried to meet her gaze to prove she was wrong but failing miserably that it was confirmed. she stood a little taller when joel straightened his own posture and looked down at her, the anger he felt before melting away and all he could think to himself was how much he yearned to have her again, just like that night weeks prior. she stepped just a little closer until their breaths were practically one, and for a moment, it was silent, save for the sound of their own uneven breaths. 

 “guess i was right on the money, huh?”

 again, joel didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. instead, he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, the grays on his chin scratching hers when their lips surged into one another but she didn’t care, in fact, she loved it. she was like putty in his hands when he kissed her, her own hands venturing from his shoulders, up his neck, and all the way to his salt and pepper locks of hair, gripping them tight between her fingers. 

 there it was again, that feeling of being touched like she was made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. she could feel joel’s passion through every touch, through every feel of his tongue exploring her mouth. his grip around her waist only tightened when he backed them up and towards his own mattress, spinning them around so that he could gently guide her down into the bed, their lips never once leaving one another’s. his palms soothed up and down her waist, his fingertips sneaking their way beneath her t-shirt, tugging it up, up, up, breaking their lips apart so that he could slip it over her head. she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt as she panted, insinuating that she wanted it off.

 he was quick to discard his shirt, and she made quick work of unbuckling his belt, letting himself do the rest. he pulled her panties down her thighs, skipping past the foreplay, both of them wanting nothing more than to feel each other as much and as deep as possible.

 when joel bottomed out into her with just one snap of his hips, the moan she released was like music to his ears. he threw his head back and squeezed his eyelids shut, a groan slipping past his lips as he pulled back just to bottom out back into her again. he gazed down at her as a stream of tears fell in rivers down either side of her face, his name along with a string of curses spilling from her lips.

 and joel thought to himself that this was the most complete he could remember feeling in years. 

 she reached up for his face and he obliged, letting his body fall down onto hers, their lips finding one another once again. joel’s pace was brutal, just the right mix of hard and deep that had her over the moon. for a moment, the entire world, fucked up as it was, and all it’s infecteds and humans and all living things seemed to melt away, leaving them, just them. 

 for at least a little while, it was just her and joel.

 “oh, joel,” she cried between kisses, his forehead resting against hers as he pounded into her sopping heat faster and faster, and she tightened around him, chasing both of their highs. her elbows rested on either of his shoulders and his fingers tugged at his hair, her hips grinding up into his, seeking even more friction. she wanted him deep, as deep as possible. 

 she was drunk again, drunk on joel.

 “oh fuck, oh, fuck!” she mewled and she clenched around him again, earning a string of grunts and groans from him. “i’m gonna— oh joel, you’re gonna make me come.” he nodded his head against hers, trying to catch his breath enough to speak. his hips dared thrust even harder, droplets of sweat dripping down onto her skin as he sent her tumbling over the edge. his hips stuttered when he came soon after, letting himself go inside of her, letting himself be vulnerable for someone else for the first time in a long time.

 silence fell down over them like a warm blanket as their sweat-slicked chests heaved, both chasing air back into their lungs. joel slid off of her and landed on the spot of the mattress beside her, one hand resting on his stomach, the other sliding behind her head to support it. she turned her head and blinked over at him, her lips curving up into the shape of a crescent moon as she turned herself onto her side, resting her hand on top of his. with the arm stretched behind her head, he drew her in closer until she was nestled into his side, his fingers finding his blanket and draping it over their bodies. 

 “you feeling alright?” he murmured and her smile grew, nodding. “i feel.. wonderful.”

a/n; so that fic i was talking about earlier today… yeah.. finished this sucker all in one sitting while rewatching episode two lol anyways i think i feel kind of good about my writing here, so hopefully you all enjoy<3 and as always, feel free to imagine either pedro’s joel or video game joel

Private Affairs

Pairings: Chan x Reader x Changbin

Genre: Smut/Bodyguard au

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Porn with no plot, pet play, masturbation, pillow humping, threesome, spanking, cum facial,oral, rough sex

“Your dogs can wait outside.” Your distributer spat out.

“They go wherever I go. If you have a problem, big brother, you can ask someone else for your products.” You pursed your lips.

Your brother tsked, not only were you family, but you were quite possibly the only top-rated dealer who hadn’t been caught yet for illegal trafficking of guns and ammunition.

“You know people talk right?” He hissed. You held your glazed face, raising your eyebrows slightly. “They say you’re a whore who fucks her own bodyguards. It’s fucking disgusting.”

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Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell series index

Summary: When you were ten, Taehyung adopted you and gave you a home. Now that you’re eighteen, the sudden change in your scent perplexes and confounds him.

Pairing: wolf hybrid!tae x human!reader (all bts members are hybrids)

Warnings: smut | talk of ownership (reader is tae’s pet human) | daddy long legs syndrome | extensive discussion about the dynamics of consent | will add as i go along

A/N: This is finally done!! When I started this I really didn’t think it would become such a massive fic, both in terms of wc or popularity, and I’m glad it was well-received. if you enjoyed this series, please consider buying me a coffee! 🥰🌺

Final word count: 63k

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 

Chapter 5 - final

Middle of the Night — Yugyeom

A/N: admin japchae back with another smut, this time with a yugyeom smut. I’ve been in a very yugyeom mood so this imagine became a thing. tbh I am super proud of this, and I hope you guys enjoy it bc it is a RIDE

Word Count: 3,585 words Content: kitchen counter sex, a little bit of dom!yugyeom, noona kink, a bit of orgasm denial, some fluff

Yugyeom knows you wake up at 2 AM every night to make yourself a cup of tea. He always wakes up to the sound of your footsteps and listens as you make your way to the kitchen. He has always been so sensitive to your presence ever since Jackson let you stay at the dorm until your new apartment gets set up. All the other members adapted to you quickly—treating you like a sister—but Yugyeom can never find a way to get used to you.

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Finnick Odair (The Hunger Games)

gif imagine + headcanon

☆ imagine finnick getting jealous/protective over you in the arena + finnick kisses you for the first time

Good thing we're allies, right?

Finnick never wanted to harm you

You were a strong fighter but also soft spoken and kind, too kind

This had him worried the second the games were announced, he knew you for years but never acted on his feelings from fear

Losing you to Snow, the thought of you rejecting him because of his past, etc.

All of those things haunted his mind

Finnick did what he could and decided to protect you from a healthy distance, not wanting Snow to see how important you are to him

That specific choice didn't unfold smoothly

Finnick slowly lost his temper

Whenever someone else, especially another male tribute, tried to help you - he couldn't stop himself from puffing his chest in annoyance and dominance

It didn't help that you had no idea of the whole plan plutarch had created

Finnick needed to keep you safe and tied to his side, literally - after you got seriously injured, he lectured you and ordered you to stay close at all times

And despite saving you, Finnick still had to deal with your anxiety and terror

"How do I know I can trust you?" You asked, breathing heavily on the ground after the hot, thick blood-rain poured down.

He only scoffed lightly, dropping his trident and gripped your hand, pulling you up and guiding you to the water

He's oddly silent when doing so, you half expected him to say something cocky or ridiculous but no - he only focused on cleaning you off, careful not to touch you too much, obviously respecting your body

Finnick eventually broke the silence with a low hum, almost as if he's amused to see how you innocently melted into his touch, leaning against him for support

"Good thing we're allies, right?"

You don't have to look at him to see the smirk on his face. You don't care though, he's right - you fell into his arms so easily, him being a true ally is a blessing

Honey, I would've killed you hours ago if I didn't care. But I do — I'm not going to leave you here to die.

Finnick is naturally protective so it's no surprise when he risked his own life to save yours, no hesitation whatsoever

The poisonous fog had burned your neck, arms, hands - this caused you to be slower, tagging behind them with little to no energy

You tried telling him to just run, to get himself and the others to safety, you'd be fine in the end - the pain would only last temporarily for you

For Finnick? That pain would be permanent if he lost you, especially if he knew the chance of you surviving was high

"Stop! Just fucking go!"

You didn't necessarily say you don't give a shit about me Finnick but he knew all too well why you screamed at him with so much agony, not only from the fog but from the inside, you're hurting

Finnick earned a few burns during the attempt to save you - he did, almost effortlessly and silently. He kept his pained groans to himself, he can't let you hear his discomfort and risk you feeling guilty

Finnick was the one to hold you under the water first, apologizing constantly whenever you screamed and cried

He took care of himself last

You stared at him with confusion, anger, guilt - too much to handle and pick apart

"You need to stop looking at me like I'm some hurt dog in the road. You don't care- stop acting like it. I don't want your pity."

Finnick washed away his burns with a grunt, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before turning to face you

"Honey, I would've killed you hours ago if I didn't care. But I do — I'm not going to leave you here to die."

Finnick held your gaze like it was a challenge, he needed you to understand what he was trying to say without revealing too much

He's willing to die for you, if it means you'll get home safely and somehow take a lead into the revolution that's planned

Finnick is scared to death of losing you. He'd rather lose everything else, even himself, before losing you

Please stay, I don't want you going with him

Finnick isn't one to beg

So when he said please to you, it was shocking to say the least

He had a weird feeling about the male tribute offering to team up with you, the plan to meet up at the tree now unsettling

"Is there a problem here, Finnick? She can decide for herself."

He ignored the words and silently pushed himself in front of you, his hand brushing against your stomach to keep you in place

"She's staying with me."

Time was ticking and you sighed, wanting this to be over with so you tried walking past Finnick after the guy left, assuming you'd follow behind him soon

The blonde with troubled eyes held onto your wrist, asking you begging to stay

"Please stay, I don't want you going with him."

Finnick let out a breath of relief when you nodded and walked towards him instead, he immediately held your hand and left the open area, looking back to find the male tribute glaring with ill intentions

He ended up taking the life of that tribute mercilessly but quickly, thanking his instincts on reading people correctly

Don't ever scare me like that again

The last minutes of the game. Everyone is on edge, no one knows what to do when the canon goes off more than once

Katniss screams for Peeta while Finnick screams out for you, tears threatening to spill and cover his cheeks

His heart pounds so hard against his ribcage that it almost hurts

When Katniss finds her lover, Finnick begins to feel nauseous. With no sign of you and no way to hear you, he can't keep his calm composure for much longer

He runs through the deep forest, raising his voice and scanning the area until he stops on your figure, shaking and weakly moving away from someone he cannot recognize, they aren't breathing anymore, Finnick can tell it's your first kill

All you did before was hide it out

He sprints over to you, bending down to cradle you in his arms, forcefully having to hold you down when you start flailing around in a panicked state, your mind making you think he was someone else

Most of his words are muffled by the ringing in your ears but his eyes hold so much concern and love so it's not hard to guess that his words were comforting

The only thing you can hear at the end of his small rant full of anxiety is simple yet holds so much depth after it's spoken

"... Don't ever scare me like that again."

Finnick kissed you immediately after forcing those words out in a hoarse voice and held you close, pulling away to rub your bloodied cheek, wiping it with his thumb before kissing you again with more tenderness, to show you he truly meant it and that it wasn't just the heat of the moment

I don't want to forget it

After the games were over and time allowed everyone alive to heal and mourn - Finnick is glued to your side, often concerned about your hidden thoughts and feelings, part of him is.. insecure

Katniss tried pulling the same thing, saying and doing whatever to stay alive, he thinks of that possibility with you - if you meant everything in the end because he most certainly did with all his heart

"Maybe we should just try to forget it. Move on some how.. staying here mentally won't do us any good. And I-"

"I don't want to forget it."

It was at the moment both of you knew how strongly you loved each other. He always fought against your anxiety and habit of pushing him away and you always gave him reassurance and comfort

Finnick will forever love and protect you, games or not - he is there, always

I love you

Finnick usually held you at night but tonight you held him, running your fingers through his hair while he rested on top of you, eyes closing slowly, low hums leaving his mouth

He didn't like to cry in front of you, he felt too exposed and weak - tonight he had no energy for that thinking process and let himself sigh out shakily, kissing your collarbone and neck lovingly

After everything, all the nightmares and fights, Finnick loves you more than he ever imagined, you're his life and he loves you unapologetically, unconditionally

"I love you."

Three Little Words - Adrian Chase x Reader

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A/N: hi hello i'm back with whatever the hell this is. if i've said this once i've said it a thousand times but i don't really like this i just feel like i should probably post it bc i haven't posted anything in a couple days and if i don't post i'll lose motivation so :') here you go. enjoy.

Summary: There's three things in life that Adrian Chase is really, really fucking good at: crime fighting, D&D and running away from his feelings.

Warnings: afab!reader (i tried to keep it as GN as possible though), SMUT, language, unprotected piv sex, cockwarming

Word Count: 5.6k

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Adrian wasn't sure when it happened, or how he had allowed it to happen. At first he thought he was seriously ill. He assumed the butterflies in his stomach when you were around (not to mention the ache in his heart when you weren't) was a sign of a serious, underlying health condition.

It scared him, and he spent weeks trying to figure out what was going on with his body and his mind and his heart, ignoring any and all internet articles that told him what he most definitely didn't want to hear.

He wasn't in love, that he was sure of.

....Or was he? No! He was ill. He had to be. There was no other explanation for the strange things he had been feeling.

Chris, however, thought otherwise.

"I think I might have a heart condition or something." Adrian told Chris, both of them sat on the couch in Chris' trailer. He had seen you earlier in the day (though he was certain that you hadn't seen him), and everything he had been feeling came crashing down on him all at once from just the short glimpse he had managed to catch of you. The butterflies, the tingles, the aches, the urge to just run over to you and pull you into his arms to let everyone know that you were his and he was yours. Of course that didn't happen, and instead he ended up on his best friend's doorstep, seeking whatever comfort Chris would offer.

"Dude, why would you have a heart condition?" Chris asked, bringing the beer bottle to his lips, taking a swig.

Adrian shrugged, "I don't know man, but there's something seriously wrong with me."

Chris scoffed at this. He couldn't help himself. After everything Adrian had just told him, it was obvious what was troubling him, and Chris had a feeling that he knew exactly what was going on, he was just refusing to admit it. Ever the expert at ignoring and running away from his feelings. "Yeah, there's something seriously wrong with you, alright..." He mumbled, rolling his eyes.

Adrian sighed, "See? I knew it. I knew you'd notice too! I'm paler than usual and my heart keeps doing this weird thing where it feels like it's gonna jump right out of my chest. I think I have a serious condition. I should probably see a doctor. I'm seriously ill."

"Dude. You're not seriously ill."

"....I'm not?"

"No. But what you are is seriously fucking stupid." Chris got up, throwing his empty bottle into the bin as he made his way over to the fridge. "You're in love, asshole."

He almost crashed the Vigilante-mobile three times that night.

Honestly, it was a miracle that he had made it home without being pulled over (or dying, actually). His mind was racing with thoughts of you and love and how he could have possibly allowed it to happen. He had no interest in paying attention to the road.

Instead, he thought about the night he met you.

It was late, and you were alone in the bar, knocking back beer after beer like your life depended on it. Adrian had no idea why you were there, and he didn't care to ask. He just bought himself a beer, sat down next to you and the two of you fell into easy conversation.

You kept smiling at him and laughing at his shitty jokes and laughing at the serious things he said that he would never admit were serious because he never wanted to see your smile leave your lips. It made him forget about the shitty day he'd had. Made him forget about Chris' dad and the butterfly mission and everything else that had been troubling him.

An hour later, you were resting your head on his shoulder, slurring out, "Hey.... Do you-... Do you wanna come home with me? You're really pretty and i think you'd look really nice in my apartment."

He agreed. Of course he agreed, and by the time both of you left the bar he was just as drunk as you (it didn't take long for him to catch up to you after the day he'd had).

When you were around halfway back to your apartment, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you stumbled through the streets, you learned each other's names. In the elevator of your apartment building, after you hooked your fingers around his belt loops and pulled his body close to yours, he found out what your lips tasted like.

You didn't have sex that night.

Instead, you stumbled into your apartment, attached at the lips with your hands in his hair and his on your hips, and as soon as your back hit the bed you were out for the count. Adrian couldn't even find it in himself to be disappointed because you looked so fucking cute when you slept.

The two of you laughed about it the next morning as he fucked you before breakfast, lazy and slow, like you were lovers experiencing your only moment of peace together on a blissful Sunday morning. It hurt his heart when he left your apartment, but he left with your number and a request that he called you as soon as he had the chance because you liked him and you wanted to see him again.

So, he did just that.

In fact, he called you the next afternoon and within hours you were in his apartment. He left you alone in his room for a moment while he made you a cup of coffee, and when he came back he found you sat on the floor, a box in your hand.

"You play D&D?" You asked, glancing between Adrian and the boxed set in front of you.

Adrian wanted to crumple to the floor and die on the spot. "Yeah..." He grimaced before continuing, "It was a long time ago, though. I... I kinda don't play anymore."

"Oh. That's a shame. I've never played. I was hoping you could teach me." You shrugged, a pout on your lips.

It took every inch of willpower in his body for him to not get hard right there and then.

"O-oh? I mean... I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all, actually. In fact, I would love to teach you. I got bullied a lot in high school because I didn't hit puberty until my mid twenties and I spent almost all of my time in my parents' basement playing D&D with my brother and his weird friends.... But you didn't need to know that. And I should probably stop talking now and... just teach you how to play D&D." He smiled sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck, but you didn't laugh or bat an eyelid at his rambling. You just nodded and grinned at him.

He spent the next hour helping you create a character, and then the two of you spent the hours after that playing. He tried to be as animated as possible, using any and all voices and facial expressions to keep you entertained. You smiled and laughed along with him, but eventually the laughter died down and when he looked over to make sure everything was okay on your part he realised that you were staring at his lips. But it was okay, because he was staring at your lips, too.

He had the best sex of his life that night.

A few weeks passed before he found himself at your door again, dressed in his Vigilante suit, the mask pulled over his face and a wound to his side. He wasn't sure why he came to you first. You had no idea about his secret life as the crime fighting hero. Maybe it was because your place was closer, or maybe he just wanted to see you again, to fall asleep in your arms after the stressful night he'd had.

He banged his fist against your door a few times before leaning himself against the wall, his hand clutching his side, feeling the hot, sticky liquid coat his glove.

You looked so cute when you opened the door in your pyjamas, a look of fear and confusion on your features as you stared as the masked figure standing across from you with his back against the wall, a steak knife in your hand.

He couldn't help but be concerned, though. Your self defence skills clearly weren't up to scratch.

"Who the fuck are you? Why are you here?" You asked, holding the small knife up in front of you.

"Oh, now you're asking who I am? You're supposed to ask that before you answer the door. Seriously, (Y/N), I can't believe you even opened your door at 2 in the morning without asking who's there or even looking through the peephole. Sure, you had enough sense to bring a knife, but I have a bigger knife. And I have guns. Imagine if I was here to hurt you or kidnap you. You'd be done for. Your mind is the greatest weapon you have when it comes to self defence. You have to think tactically and on your feet, and this," He pointed at you, "is a piss poor effort. You really need to be more street smart. In fact, I'll teach you. We can start tomorrow. I'll get you-..."

You scoffed, lowering your knife, "Well I'm sorry for not being fully prepared for a bastard in a mask to turn up at my door this late at night."

"Apology accepted, I guess. But I still expect you to be more prepared in future. You never know who's creeping around these days."

"Dude, you're the one creeping around. Now I won't ask again. Who the fuck are you, and why are you here?" You knew that voice, the way he stood, the way he rambled on, the way he used his hands when he spoke.

"Well..." He started, "I'm here because I'm bleeding out, obviously. And I really don't wanna go to the hospital because... y'know, super heroic secret identity reasons. So I thought I'd just.. come to the nearest apartment and ask for help."

"But my apartment isn't the nearest. I live on the second floor."

Adrian breathed out a laugh, "Yeah, you're telling me. Did you know the elevator's broken? I had to walk up two flights of stairs to get to here."

"Dude, I live here, obviously I know the elevator's broken. I just-..." You sighed. Deep down, you knew the masked figure at your door was Adrian all along, you were just hoping you were wrong. "Adrian, I know it's you under there."

Adrian wasn't sure whether to be relieved that you had figured him out so quickly. I mean, what else did he expect? He knew you were anything but stupid, and that he would've had to come clean to you at some point during the night when explaining how he knew which door was yours and how he knew your name. But what it really that obvious? When he gave it a moment of thought he decided that yes, it probably was that obvious.

You reached up and tugged at the mask, silently asking for permission to remove it, which he granted with a nod. When you pulled the mask over his head, he greeted you with a grin that honestly looked more like a grimace. "Surprise...?"

You let him into your apartment and patched him up as well as you could while you listened to him explain everything, something he was incredibly grateful for. It wasn't often that sweet-busboys-turned-masked-vigilantes could show up outside of someone's door and be treated with such care and kindness.

He had the second best sex of his life that night, made bittersweet by his injury and the fact that you broke down in tears shortly after, telling him that you needed time to think about him and everything you had learned about him and what he did over the last couple of hours.

So really, he had the best sad sex of his life that night.

As he drove his car home from Chris', occasionally swerving into the wrong lane or missing his turns or narrowly avoiding other cars on the road, he realised that it all made sense, and he couldn't deny it any longer.

He was completely, hopelessly and utterly in love with you.

The pieces all fit together perfectly. It was the reason he felt like he was going to burst with excitement every time you looked at him. It was the reason why he had been so reckless in the weeks you weren't speaking, so willing to risk his life (because what did he have to lose?). The reason why your smiling face flashed across his mind right before he fell to the ground on that field surrounded by dead bodies and dead butterflies.

The reason why he felt like crying when he woke up in a hospital room and saw you sleeping in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed.

You were there because Chris had answered one of your many calls. He didn't want to lie to you, and he figured you already knew about Adrian's identity anyway, so he told you everything. Naturally, you rushed to the hospital, and you never left his side.

When you woke up, you cried and peppered his face with kisses and told him that you cared about him and that you were so worried about him when he wasn't answering your calls.

"I'm not asking you to stop being Vigilante. I would never ask you to do that. I'm just... All I'm asking is that you be more careful. I don't wanna end up having to sit next to your hospital bed for three days straight again. And I don't wanna have to patch you up every couple of days. So please, just be more careful, okay?" You asked, his hand in yours.

He nodded in understanding, but after a moment he glanced up at you with those doe eyes, "....But if I do get injured you'll patch me up, right? Honestly, I don't think I can afford anymore hospital bills and you said yourself that-..."

"Yes, dumbass." You ran your fingers through his hair gently, "I'll patch you up."

"Thank god for that, because sometimes I pick fights with guys a lot bigger than me, or they're smaller than me but they have a weapon so..." He went on explaining, and you just listened to him, glad that he was safe and alive and back by your side.

So yeah. Adrian Chase was in love, and he had no idea how to deal with it.

The weeks following his realisation consisted of him swallowing down 'I love you' left, right and centre. He couldn't begin to count the amount of times he had gotten so close to saying it, to just biting the bullet and laying all of his cards on the table for you to either indulge him or shut him out. The suspense was killing him. He wanted you to know. Needed you to know, even. Yet that small voice at the back of his mind told him to keep it to himself, that you didn't love him back.

But everything you did made him want to get down on his knees and confess his undying love.

Your shoes at his door, walking into your apartment to see you wearing his hoodie that you had proclaimed your favourite, dancing around your kitchen to Britney Spears at 3am. Even the mundane things, like how you would both stand at the sink taking it in turns to wash and dry the dishes, had him literally swallowing down an 'I love you'.

If he was going to tell you, he wanted it to be romantic. In his head he planned to tell you at some fancy restaurant, or on a drive home with the windows open and his hand on your thigh. Any quiet, serene moment between the two of you would have been perfect.

He was balls deep inside of you when it happened, though. Far from ideal, in his opinion.

Adrian was on top of you, grunting and growling with his face nuzzled into your neck as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders while you moaned out his name along with praises, telling him how good he felt and how well he takes care of you.

When he came, he came hard. Panting, moaning and grunting against your neck. And then-

"Oh fffuck... I fucking love you."

You stilled underneath him, eyes wide, breathing shakily, trying to figure out whether you had heard him right or whether your imagination was playing tricks on you.

It was only when he came down from the high that he realised what he'd said, and that you hadn't said anything to him in at least a minute.

He pushed himself up slowly, "Shit. Shit. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck. I'm so... I'm so sorry. Fuck. I didn't..." He trailed off. He couldn't tell you that he didn't mean it because holy fuck, he meant it. But then would telling you that he meant it make things worse for him since he had literally told you he loved you while blowing his load inside of you?

So, he did what he did best when he found himself in a situation he saw no way out of.

He slipped his cock out of you and climbed off the bed, quickly putting his clothes back on as he gathered them from your bedroom floor. He had barely even pulled his jeans up before he was pulling your bedroom door open, leaving you laid on your bed, stunned with his spend leaking down your thighs.

You got up after a moment, pulling a shirt on and following him, "Adrian, please don't go! Can we just talk? Please?" But by the time you had made it to the front door, he had already closed it behind him. You brought your hands up to your hair, gripping it tightly, resisting the urge to rip it out then and there.

He had just told you he loved you and then... left? You wanted to scream, to break down, to bash your head on the wall and knock yourself out. Instead, you leant against your door and took a deep breath.

Adrian, on the other hand, was running away from his feelings. No, he literally ran home. As soon as he got out of your apartment building, passing your neighbours and pulling his jacket on as he walked quickly, he ran. Away from your apartment, away from you, away from his feelings. Away from everything.

He didn't see you for weeks after that.

It wasn't that he didn't want to see you. He missed you, and everytime you called he had to fight the urge to pick up the phone just to hear your voice greet him, even just for a few seconds. It was more like he was too embarrassed to see you. He feared what you would say to him. Would you be angry at him for walking out? Would you grill him about why he told you he loved you in that particular moment? He had no idea how you would respond if he was to sit down and talk to you, so he simply avoided you.

Two weeks later, he came home and found the door of his apartment unlocked. He was on guard immediately, reaching into the pocket of his Fennel Fields uniform and grabbing the small knife he carried with him at all times (he bought one for you too... fuck, even knives were reminding him of you).

Adrian pushed the door open slowly, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of an intruder or an attacker. He didn't find one. Instead, to his shock, he found you laid on his couch, bare-legged and wearing only his hoodie.

You sat up straight away, "H-hey. I'm sorry for coming here uninvited. I just... You weren't answered my texts or calls and I got worried, so I asked Chris for your spare key." You shrugged. You figured that there was no way Adrian would let you in willingly. He had done nothing but ignore you for two weeks, so you had no choice but to turn to Chris. He gave up the spare key to Adrian's apartment almost immediately (he honestly seemed a little confused as to why he had it in the first place).

Adrian shook his head, "N-no... No, it's okay. This is fine. You just... I didn't expect to..." He looked down, realising he still had the knife in his hand. "Oh, shit." He dropped the knife, jumping back when it almost fell right on his foot. "I forgot I had that in my hand. I wasn't planning on stabbing you, by the way. I just got it out just in case it wasn't you. Not that I knew it was you. So maybe I was planning on using it. But I wouldn't have been planning to use it if I knew you were here beforehand." He breathed out an awkward laugh, following it up with a quiet, "Sorry."

He didn't know whether to curse Chris or thank him. He was being forced to face his feelings, but he wasn't sure that he would have ever gathered the courage to do it if you weren't right there on his couch.

You smiled at him, "Don't be sorry. I'm the one being kinda creepy. Sneaking in here uninvited. If you stabbed me, I wouldn't be angry. Well, I probably would be angry. But I'd understand."

Adrian nodded, a small smile on his lips, "Yeah."

The two of you just stared at each other in silence for a moment, until you sat up on your knees and patted the spot next to you. "Why don't you come sit?"

"This... This isn't one of those interventions, is it? Because I swear I've only killed half as many people as I used to since the whole butterfly thing. In fact, I would go as far to say that i've been slacking recently, and-..."

"No. This isn't about... whatever the hell you're talking about. Just come sit. Please." You were practically batting your eyelashes at him.

Who was he to resist when you were sitting there looking all pretty in his clothes?

Adrian almost tripped over his feet as he made his way over, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wasn't sure what to say or do, mostly because he wasn't sure what you wanted to say or do.

You didn't let his awkward demeanour deter you.

Slowly, you reached over, your fingertips brushing against the back of his neck. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, basically moaning when your hand found it's way into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently. "I've missed you, Adrian."

At first, you were angry at him for just walking out like he did. He had told you that he loved you. Sure, he chose a... weird moment to tell you, to say the least, but you were confident that he meant it. But soon your anger turned to sadness, and your sadness turned to longing. You just wanted to see him again, to ask him about that night. To tell him that you loved him too. He didn't make that so easy, though. Now that you were in his apartment, sat next to him, touching him, things felt right again.

You still had a lot to talk about, and you knew how you were going to make him talk, but you were just happy to bask in his company for now.

Adrian glanced over at you, "I-I missed you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He breathed out.

He was purring under your touch, and you were inching towards him slowly, until you were close enough to use the hand in his hair to turn his head towards yours, pressing your lips against his in a gentle kiss.

What started out slow and gentle soon turned hungry and desperate. He had forgotten just how much he had missed you in the time he'd been away from you. Your lips on his were enough to send him dizzy, and you soon found yourself being pulled on to his lap, straddling him.

Your fingers worked at the buttons of his red shirt, while his hands slipped under the hoodie, caressing your thighs and working their way up to his hips. He let out a gutteral groan when he realised that you weren't wearing underwear.

Your wetness pressed against the rough denim of his black jeans was enough to get him rock hard (then again, it didn't exactly take much to get Adrian excited).

You pulled the shirt down his shoulders, running your hands down his bare, toned chest until your fingers came across the button of his jeans. "I want you, Adrian. Can I...?"

"God, yes. Fuck. Holy shit. Yes." He wasted no time in helping you. You sat up on your knees while he pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, already rosy red and swollen and glistening with pre-cum, ready to take you.

Adrian hadn't touched himself once since the night he left you. Everytime he tried, all he thought about was you, and then he found himself too sad to even think about making himself cum. So now, he was desperately horny, ready to fuck you into next week before you eventually made him talk about feelings and love and all that other shit he would rather avoid.

You slid down on to his cock, and he threw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a low moan from the back of his throat. "Ffffuck..." The grip he had on on your hips tightened, bruising and harsh as Adrian resisted the urge to thrust into you at a punishing pace.

You let out a breathless moan at the feeling of his cock stretching your walls, delicious and slightly painful but it sends you dizzy and you started to consider maybe just fucking him right there and saving everything else for later. But then you remembered who you were dealing with. So, you rolled your hips once, smirking as he all but lost his mind underneath you, and then you settled down into his lap, his cock twitching inside of you as you cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you.

He looked up at you with wide, doe eyes. His lips parted in confusion and his eyebrows furrowed. "I-... Fuck... What...? What are you doing? I thought we were-... Fuck. Fuck, please."

"Adrian..."

"Fuck. Oh, fuck..." He tried to thrust up into you, his feet planted firmly on the ground and his thighs straining, but you tightened your knees against him. "God... Fuck, I need you. Please-..."

"Adrian, we should talk."

"Talk? Fuck, you wanna talk now?" His voice cracked. "Fuck, fuck. Okay. I can talk. M-my name is Adrian Chase, also known as the crime fighting hero Vigilante. I'm 30 years old. I work at Fennel Fields. My Facebook password is Eaglylovesvig420. Remember to capitalise the E, that's very important. I'm-..."

You giggled, cutting him off. "Not quite what I was looking for, but good effort. I already know your Facebook password, though."

"....You do?"

"Yeah. You mumble in your sleep. It's adorable, actually." You leant down and pressed a kiss to his nose. He looked so fucking cute, and it was taking all of your strength and willpower to hold your hips in place, to not just give him exactly what he wanted.

"W-what did you wanna talk about then?" You were clenched around his cock so good, squeezing him just right. It was driving him insane how good you felt, and how little you were doing about it.

You weren't sure if he was playing dumb or if he was genuinely clueless. "Us, Adrian. We need to talk about us."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "Us? What's there to talk about? We're fine. Never been better, actually. We're perfect. Wait-... Fuck, you're not breaking up with me, are you?" He asked, panic in his eyes.

"You've been avoiding me for two weeks. Dude, I thought you broke up with me."

"Oh... Sorry? That's my bad. I was just... I got busy." He wasn't exactly sure what to say about that. How to explain to you that he panicked and figured the best way to deal with his feelings was to run away.

"Did you mean it?" You asked, running your thumb across his cheek.

"M-mean what?"

"When you said you loved me. Did you mean it?"

Silence. Then, a quiet, "Yeah." Followed by more silence, until he broke. "I know I said it at a really bad time since we were having sex and it probably just came across as me telling you that I loved you because you let me come inside of you, which felt fucking amazing, by the way, thank you for that. But I promise it wasn't just the sex and that I did really mean it and you can ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm in love with you. I'm being serious, even ask Eagly."

You smiled down at him. It was so funny to you how quickly he lost his mind, how easy it was to get him to talk about anything when you were sat in his lap, his cock buried deep inside of you. He hadn't realised that you were weaponising sex against him as a means to get a confession, and if he did realise, then he didn't care.

"Adrian?"

"Huh?" He was looking up at you with wide eyes, so sincere as he waited with baited breath for your response to his confession.

"I love you too."

"....Oh."

"Did you seriously think I didn't love you?"

"I-I don't know... I'm not good with feelings. You probably know that. I kinda ran away from my own feelings. Like... literally ran away. I ran home." He admitted sheepishly, but that made you laugh so his embarrassment soon subsided.

"Well, I love you. And I'm here now, and I'm not planning on going anywhere, even if you try to run away from me again. So..." You spread your knees apart, smiling at the hopeful look in his eyes, "I think you should fuck me good now."

He wasted no time.

One hand on your hip in a tight grip, the other on the back of your neck, holding you up as he snapped his hips up, fucking you at a brutal pace. You balanced yourself, hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back as you let out a broken moan.

You couldn't even think straight as he drilled into you, your mind completely flooded with Adrian and his cock and how good he was making you feel.

When you glanced down at him, he looked how you felt. His hair disheveled, glasses on the end of his nose, his face sweaty and flushed a dark red. His teeth grazed over his bottom lip as he focused on the way his cock disappeared inside of you over and over again.

The gasps and moans in the quiet room were soon interrupted by his voice. He couldn't help it, he had a dirty mouth when he was inside of you.

"Fuckkk... Always feels so fucking good. Love fucking you like this. You look so beautiful... Looking down at me while you take my cock like a good slut. Fuck... My little slut. The slut that I'm in love with. Ffffuck. I'm so in love with you. Tell me you love me." He growled.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. I love you." You whined out, breathless.

Adrian couldn't help but grin. He was fucking you like a wild animal, in love and unashamed of his feelings. The need to hold himself back, to hide how he really felt about you, was gone. He was yours, he belonged to you completely. He was yours to kiss and hug and hold and fall asleep next to every night. And the best part? You loved him, too. You were his, too.

"Say it again."

"I love you. I love you. Fuck. Oh, Fuck. I'm so in love with you."

That was enough to send him over the edge.

His hips stilled, stuttering up occasionally, and his body writhed under you as came inside of you. His lips parted, eyes squeezed closed and panting while rope after rope of his hot cum coated your walls.

Adrian's grip on the back of your neck loosened, and you collapsed against his chest, his cock softening inside of you. You nuzzled your nose into his neck, whimpering as you tried to catch your breath, peppering gentle kisses over his soft, sweaty skin.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He never wanted to let go of you or be apart from you again. "I love you..." He breathed out.

It was crazy to him how easy it was to say those three little words now that he had finally faced his own feelings.

You lifted your head up and gave him the biggest grin, leaning down to press your lips against his, mumbling a barely audible, "I love you too." Against the corner of his mouth before resting your head on his shoulder again.

A few moments of silence, and then...

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Please don't tell anyone my Facebook password. I have some serious progress on Farmville, and I know that if Chris ever found out he'd-..."

Your giggle cut him off and you shook your head, "Don't worry. Your secret's safe with me."

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