God Your Skater!rafe Drabble Literally Has Me Drooling, Need More Of Him PleasepleasePLEASE

god your skater!rafe drabble literally has me drooling, need more of him pleasepleasePLEASE 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

HI HEY HELLO BABY !!! got your other message about him teaching shy!reader how to skate and ugh. you’re definitely so shy when you two first start dating because you’ve never been with anyone like him… just small smooches from him make you all dizzy and feel the need to hide your face.

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. skater!rafe au f!reader, praise kink, suggestive, short ‘n sweet.

“you’re doing so well, babygirl!”

rafe’s excited praise has you smiling. your noses scrunches up and be places a kiss right on it. naturally you lean into him for more, forgetting that you’re still on his board and could fall right on your butt if it wasn’t for the grip he has on you, guiding you around the neighborhood just like that. he squeezes your waist beneath his hands and tickles you in the process. you giggle into the soft material of his hoodie.

“i like when you praise me,” you murmur.

he peers down at you for a moment while a grin tugs at his lips. you feel his hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans as he speaks, “yeah? it’s easy to praise you when you’re such a good girl.”

he’s laying it on thick.

“rafe,” it comes out as a warning. even though your heart is fluttering, you’re a second away from reminding him that you two are in broad daylight and you don’t need to be a dumb, lovesick mess for everyone to see.

“i know, i know,” you don’t catch him rolling his eyes but you can hear it in his tone, mingling in with the natural playfulness his voice tends to have, “but i think you deserve a— uh, reward when we get back, hm?”

you nearly squeal in the middle of the street, hating but also loving how there’s already a tingle between your thighs.

I don’t feel like I did the best on this collage but ima post it anyways!

DOING THE PRANK WHERE U PRETEND TO GET SOMETHING FROM THE BACK OF THE CAR BUT INTENTIONALLY SMACK YOUR S/O WITH HARRY PLEASE!!!!! would love if u included the comments at the end

cut it out, harry lewis.

summary: harry's been a bit sick of you hopping on tiktok trends, but this one leaves him a little more than baffled.

warnings: none

notes: this trend had me giggling so bad omg 😭😭😭 guys it's been ages (like a month but still) since i last wrote something writer's block was KILLING ME 😀 feel free to send in some prompts or reqs <3

harry had told you to get ready in the next half an hour, that you'd be going on a little date in central london. well, he didn't tell you, rather he sprung the idea up on you after you complained about being bored for the last two days.

it took a lot more than he thought it would've to convince you to leave the house, with harry going as far as telling you that he'd drive. that's how you knew he was being serious.

so as he was getting ready after you, you scrolled through the obsession of your life that was tiktok, laughing every so often and sending some to your friends who had yet to respond to the others that you sent.

stopping on one video that you couldn't stop giggling at, a thought formed in your mind. the tiktok was of a girl who wouldn't stop "accidentally" hotting her boyfriend whilst trying to get things out of the backseat of the car.

it had been ages since you last pulled a joke on harry, yet only the other day he pulled one on you with the help of the boys.

"are you ready yet or are you still laughing at your phone?" harry came back into the bedroom, pulling his navy blue nike hoodie over his shirt.

"i am ready, in fact," you got up, tiptoeing to gently grab a hold of his face, pressing your lips to his. "and the things on my phone will always be funnier than you."

"good joke," he smiled a false smile at you, squeezing your waist before grabbing the keys off of the dresser.

"i still can't believe you're driving. wait, pose with the keys, let me get a photo for your mum."

"don't get too used to this..."

harry walked out before you to put his shoes on, but seeing as you already had yours on, you asked him to unlock the car for you. to him, it seemed you were just eager to leave but really, you had to make sure that there were items in the backseat.

placing one of your tote bags in there, you evenly spread out one of the jellycats that you left in your car and another bag full of spare things. putting the camera at an angle that was able to capture both you and harry, you smiled giddily. soon enough, harry joined you in the driver's side, about to start the car.

"wait!" you called out. "i think i forgot something in the back."

"can't you get it whilst i drive? it's not me you forgot, right?"

"ha ha ha," you rolled your eyes. "no, i might rip it apart by accident."

harry shook his head, nonetheless not starting the car before he looked dead into your camera. he did wonder why you were recording, yet he never actually brought it up.

messing about in the back, deciding which item to use first, you decided on the jellycat.

it was an octopus, one that faith had got you from a trip in florida that she and ethan went to.

"here she is!" you smiled, pulling the jellycat back and purposely hitting it into harry. you did it gently, but not too gentle to the point where he didn't get irritated.

jumping as it made contact with his arm, harry frowned. "ow?" he said, looking at you, but you were too busy dusting off the jellycat.

"hm, actually no." you turned back around to put the stuffed animal back, this time reaching for the tote bag.

luckily, it didn't have anything too sharp in it, so you wouldn't actually hurt harry.

again, you pulled it back with enough force this time slightly jolt harry out of his relaxed position. "are you alright?" he asked, blinking at you.

"huh? what d'you mean?"

"you've just... full on wacked that into me?" he said, more so asked, in shock.

"did i?

"yes?!" you could've sworn you saw his eye twitch, having to restrain your laugh.

"oh," was all you mustered out, looking into the bag as if you actually needed something from it.

harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he waited for you to finish. "can we go now?"

"un, not yet actually," and you turned again to the backseat, this time grabbing the last bag.

pulling it back again, it hit harry in his arm, but this time he grabbed the bag from you, tossing it back in the backseat.

"harry! i needed that," you gasped, again to hide your laugh.

"no you didn't, y/n, unless you were using it to target me again" he mimicked your whiny voice.

you didn't know what had you more speechless, the mimicking or his reaction to your silly little prank.

"i wasn't targeting you..."

harry turned to you, giving you the most dead straight look ever. "cut it out, you hit me in the arm three times."

"maybe you were just too close to me."

"i— what?!"

you both stared at each other; harry with a look of shock and slight irritation and you with a serious look that you couldn't quite hold, bursting out in laughter soon after.

"oh my god!" you managed to say in between laughs. "you should see your face!"

"right, let it out. it's not that funny," harry shook his head at your state.

you leaned forward to grab your phone from where you left it, rewinding the last part where harry three the bag in the back. "oh, this is gold."

"you're a right wind up, you know that?" harry said, refusing to give you the satisfaction of know your trick worked on him.

"oh, i know," you smiled at him. "but you live me regardless."

"unfortunately."

"hey," you pushed a hand in his face, instantly groaning when you felt his tongue poke the same hand. "god, just drive."

words unsaid

pairing: carmy berzatto x reader

summary: after months of flirting and unconfessed feelings, you and carmy get in an argument when a customer gives him her number.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, angst, carmy being completely unaware of everything

After wiping down your stations for the night, you and Carmy headed to the lockers to grab your bags. You both were exhausted after a hectic night.

“You have any plans for the rest of the night?” Carmy asked, curiously. You shrugged, looking over your shoulder at him as you fiddled with your locker. “You mean besides eating leftover pizza and then passing out from exhaustion?” You joked. You heard a small chuckle from Carmy.

He noticed you were tugging at the locker and the door seemed to be stuck. “Here, let me help you with that.” He offered.

You stepped out of the way and let Carmy take a shot at it. He jiggled the handle a few times and then was able to tug it open. “My hero,” you teased, as he walked back to his own locker.

If you had turned around, you would have seen the pink tint on Carmy’s cheeks.

“Anyway, did you want to maybe go grab a drink. I mean, only if you’re okay with postponing your pizza plans. Those sounded important though,” he teased you. You were one of the few people that Carmy would actually joke around with.

You jokingly scoffed at him. “My commitment to my leftover pizza is none of your business, Berzatto,” you responded, trying to maintain a serious tone. Once again, the sound of his soft chuckle met your ears.

“Hey, guys. Our last table wanted to personally thank their chefs.” Richie said, sticking his head around the corner.

Carmy gestured towards the door, politely letting you walk in front of him. Richie guided you both to the booth that currently seated three women. They were the only remaining customers from the dinner service.

Richie quickly introduced you both to them, and then he headed back to help with clean-up.

You noticed that two of the women seemed to be smirking at their other friend. “The food tonight was absolutely amazing.” One of them perked up and complimented you both.

You politely smiled, letting Carmy take the lead since he was the owner. You saw his posture shift as he went into customer service-mode.

“Thank you very much. Thank you for coming to visit us tonight. We’re glad you liked it.” He said, putting on a polite smile.

Carmy didn’t see it, but you noticed the two women quickly raise their eyebrows at their other friend. She then directed her attention to Carmy.

You knew where the conversation was going, and you hated how it tugged at your gut. You felt a heavy weight on your shoulders, and it took a lot for you to fake a smile.

Carmy was an attractive guy, and he was a chef, which was a pretty good recipe for success. You saw customers fawn over him constantly, but it never got easier.

That being said, Carmy wasn’t technically yours, but he was. He wasn’t your boyfriend by any means, and you weren’t his girlfriend. But, he dropped everything any time you called, and he’d do anything for you.

Your relationship was sometimes flirty, but neither of you had ever taken it further.

“Yeah, the food was really excellent. You’re an amazing chef. I definitely have a reason to come back.” The woman said, coyly.

You forced yourself to bite the inside of your lip, so you could keep your pleasant facade. You noticed their check sitting on the table and decided to use it as your excuse out of there.

“Thank you again for coming,” you said, smiling, grabbing the check, and heading back towards the kitchen. The woman looked like she finally realized you were standing there.

Carmy quickly thanked them again and followed right behind you.

Once the kitchen doors closed behind you, you turned to Carmy. “Being a chef does it every time, Berzatto,” you teased him.

Instead of being met by his usual grin, you saw him tilt his head as he tried to figure out what you were talking about.

“What do you mean?” He finally asked, when he couldn’t figure it out. You waited for a second, almost thinking he was playing dumb. “She was hitting on you, Carmy.” You told him. His eyes widened as he looked at you. “No, she wasn’t,” he argued.

You looked down at the check you were holding, which confirmed your suspicion when you saw a phone number written across the bottom of it.

“Really?” You asked, sliding the check into his hand. Your hand grazed his as you did, which almost made Carmy short circuit. He looked down at the check in his hand and saw the phone number clear as day.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” He asked you. From his perspective, he was asking how he was supposed to let her down and tell her he wasn’t interested. You didn’t take it that way.

“Well, if you’re interested, you call her.” You explained. He was speechless. He stood in front of you, not having a single coherent string of thoughts in mind.

“Wh…what—what do you mean?” He stumbled over his words.

You were practically fuming. You thought that you and Carmy had a thing going on, but he seemed to be pretty interested in asking this girl out.

“Are you interested? Do you want to go on a date with her?” You asked, your tone coming out a little more hostile than you intended. You were just jealous and even more unsure of where your and Carmy’s relationship stood.

“I…I don’t know,” he stammered, taken aback by this whole situation. He was getting love advice from the girl he wanted to be with, but was getting love advice for a different girl.

“Well, you’re the only one who can figure that out,” you huffed and quickly walked away from him. You knew if you continued the conversation for another minute, you’d start crying.

You grabbed your work bag and slammed your locker shut. “Woah, you okay?” Sydney asked from beside you. You hadn’t even noticed she was standing there. You took a deep breath before responding.

“Not really, you wanna go get a drink?” You asked her. She could tell that something had really gotten to you. “Yeah, of course. Is it about Carmy?” she asked, quietly. You just nodded, biting down on your lip and trying not to tear up.

“It’s okay. C’mon, let’s get you out of here,” she said, wrapping her arm around you as the two of you walked out the back door.

Still stunned from the whole encounter, Carmy walked into the office to hopefully clear his head. He sat in there for thirty minutes, continuously replaying his conversation with you in his head. He knew you were mad, but he wasn’t sure why. He was also thrown off by why it seemed like you were encouraging him to go on a date with the other woman.

After wracking his brain for answers, he still had nothing, so he headed towards the back alleyway to smoke a cigarette. He found Richie doing the same thing.

“You okay, cousin?” Richie asked, clearly being able to see how on edge Carmy looked. “Fuck no,” Carmy mumbled.

“Is this about your girl?” Richie asked, having already gotten a text from Sydney that explained what happened. “She’s not my girl, Richie, but I think we’re in a fight, and we’ve never been in a fight before. I just don’t know why she’s mad.” Carmy explained.

“You don’t know why she’s mad?” Richie asked in shock. Carmy looked at him with a confused look and shook his head.

“You two have been flirting and hanging out more and more. Then, you tell her that you maybe want to go on a date with this other girl. You don’t think she’d be hurt by that?” Richie asked him. Carmy didn’t understand why everybody was suddenly an expert on his relationship today and why he was so out of the loop.

“What do you mean, we are just friends.” Carmy argued, not being able to admit anything to the contrary, “wait, how do you know about our conversation?”

“Sydney told me. She’s busy trying to cheer Y/N up because she’s pissed at you.” Richie said, quickly brushing past it, “how does the idea of her going on a date with someone else make you feel, cousin? Like when you watch those customers that stare at her,” he asked.

Carmy hesitated. He knew the answer. “I fuckin’ hate it, but I’m just being protective. We’re friends, and I care about her.” Carmy replied, still in denial.

“Cousin, do you really think colleagues go out for drinks after work and get coffee together before work as often as you guys do? You know all her favorite movies, and her favorite flowers, and the words to all her favorite songs. And that big dinner you made for her birthday,” he told Carmy. Hearing all of it like that made Carmy realize how special your relationship was, but he was having trouble admitting it out loud.

“I’m a chef. I make food for people. It’s what I do.” Carmy argued, not even believing his own excuse.

“Yeah, because it’s like your fuckin’ love language, dickhead. How did you not see this?” Richie asked.

Carmy didn’t know what to think. “So are we like together?” He asked, stunned. Richie shook his finger at Carmy.

“Not until you finally grow a pair and actually make a real move. Ask her out to dinner, tell her how you feel, give her some grand gesture.” Richie told him.

Carmy stood still for a moment, processing what he had just heard.

“Where are her and Syd right now? I need a ride.” He told Richie, desperately. Richie quickly grabbed his car keys, and they both headed out the door.

“I know we’re not dating, but I just don’t understand why he didn’t say he wasn’t interested. Like, surely I can’t be imagining all of the flirting and how sweet he’s been.” You rambled to Sydney, taking another sip of your drink. Sydney nodded along.

“Maybe he felt like he was put on the spot because I’ve seen how he looks at you. He really cares about you but just has a shit way of showing it.” Sydney mentioned.

You looked down at the bar, slowly stirring your drink around. The front door of the bar quickly opened, slamming against the wall. Both yours and Sydney’s gaze went right to the loud noise.

You both saw Carmy burst into the restaurant. His eyes searched around until they landed on yours. He rushed towards the end of the bar where you and Sydney were sitting.

He stopped in front of you and caught his breath for a minute. “I am so fucking sorry. You are my everything, and I really fucked it up. And I don’t even know what I was saying.” He started to ramble.

You were shocked to say the least. “Carmy, you wanna go talk outside?” You suggested, assuming some privacy for this conversation was probably a good idea. He quickly nodded and held out his hand to help you down from your seat.

Sydney gave you a reassuring smile, and then you felt Carmy’s hand on the small of your back as he followed you outside. Now that he had a better grasp on your relationship, he felt much more confident, which made him more affectionate. And you loved it.

He rushed in front of you, so he could hold the front door open for you. You both saw Richie waiting outside. “Syd’s inside. Can you give us a minute, cousin?” Carmy asked him. Richie quickly nodded and headed inside to freak out with Sydney that they were so close to getting you two together.

“I didn’t mean any of that earlier. I was just confused, and it felt like you wanted me to ask that girl out. So, I was questioning if you felt the same way I feel about you.” He apologized. He had to stop himself from grabbing your hands. He wanted to, but he wanted to apologize first.

“Enough of what I want. Tell me before I waste anymore of my time. Carmen Berzatto, what do you want? Do you want to be with me?” You asked him. You felt like you were being harsh, but you wanted everything to be out in the open.

“I want to be with you so fuckin’ bad.” He said. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He used his other hand to cup your cheek and close the distance with a kiss.

Richie and Sydney saw the kiss through the window and had to stop themselves from cheering.

You stumbled forward a little since Carmy had pulled you towards him so quickly. He tightened his grip around your waist, while smirking into the kiss. You let your hands rest on his forearms, feeling his biceps flex under your fingertips.

The kiss was rushed, fueled by months of pent up feelings and the fear of losing each other that you both had experienced. Neither of you wanted to let the other go.

His lips tasted like spearmint as they moved effortlessly against yours. There was a loud clap of thunder above you both, and the sky opened up as it started pouring.

You both pulled out of the kiss in shock at the freezing rain that was hitting your skin. You both just grinned at each other, knowing how picture-perfect this moment was.

“You wanna go inside?” He almost had to yell for you to hear him over the rain. You just shook your head. You wanted to enjoy every single second.

He grabbed your hand and spun you around in a circle, watching as the rain droplets flew off the ends of your hair.

You were smiling and giggling. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back into a kiss. “You are perfect,” he mumbled as he kissed you.

He finally pulled out of the kiss when he noticed you shivering. “This is magical, but I’m not gonna let you get sick.” He said, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you back inside where you were met by the smiling faces of Richie and Sydney. They both immediately pulled you into a hug.

“You know how hard we had to work for this to happen because you both wanted to be in denial for months that you’re head over heels for each other.” Sydney teased you both. You just smiled at Carmy, and all you could think about was how the rest of your coworkers were going to freak out when they heard.

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hi! this was just a quick sunghoon thought idk if you'll be able to write anything with it but i thought i'd share anyway!

but imagine perv!hoon's gf noticed how busy he's been lately so she decides to come into his dorm and clean his room as a surprise. at the same time, hoon is on his way home from a really bad day at work in a not so good mood. while tidying up she finds her missing underwear under his bed. she's wearing headphones and isn't really paying attention to her surroundings so she doesn't notice that hoon has arrived home and is ready to use her as a stress reliever

omg i love this, ofc 🙂‍↕️

not proof read btw. i smashed this as i almost fell asleep in my couch.

You hadn’t seen sunghoon in a while, a while being two days ago. He made it clear to you he was busy on schedules and you respected that but you considered his living conditions as you know he could be messy when he is so busy. So as the good girlfriend you are, you decided to clean his room for him.

You arrived at his dorm and knocked and you didn’t expect an answer so you went to enter the pin on the pin pad and the door swung open, “oh! y/n? sunghoon isn’t home” you were faced with a dressed up jungwon he had a bag on his shoulder seeming to be ready to go out, “hi, oh yeah i know, i just came to clean for him since his room is probably messy” you said rocking on your heels before adding “is it okay if i come in..? or is it not a good time?” you ask him as he shakes his hands in a waving movement “yes yes come in. you’ll be fine on your own right? i’m heading out no one else is home” he said swapping places with you.

you nodded and said your byes to jungwon as he left walking down the hallway.

it was finally time to clean his room and when you walked in it was just as expected. you started to move out his used cups and plates into the kitchen and swept up his floor, his bed had a lot of stuff crowding it so you bent down to clear it out

your hand reaches under his bed pulling out socks, a random ball, more socks and something that feels…Lacey? your hand retracts holding the material “what the…” you say peering down at the baby pink lace panties you lost one night after seeing sunghoon.

unbeknownst to you, someone had came home. sunghoon dropped his keys on the table sighing and kicking his shoes off, today was particularly stressful to him just the frustration of not being able to get things right at work. he made his way to his bedroom as he heard movement he immediately became on guard, he peered into his room and saw you on your knees next to his bed, looking at something he noticed that you didn’t feel his presence so he decided to surprise you, he tiptoed in and leaned over you and spoke “snooping, are we?” he said placing a hand on your cheek from above.

hearing sunghoons voice over you made you jump. you didn’t expect him home as yet “n-not snooping” you mumble standing up and turning to him, he looked visibly tired and annoyed? but not at you. “you stole these?” you say holding the piece of clothing up to him and all he did was chuckle and flash his canine teeth, “i did, gorgeous. but it’s not nice to snoop in peoples room is it?” he asks stepping closer to you as you take a step back but he grabs your hip stopping you from stepping back, you don’t respond to his question but you stare at him, not sure what to say “what? cat got your tongue?” he says smiling as he brushes your bottom lip with his thumb.

“i wasn’t snooping, i was cleaning up for you see?” you say pointing to his now clean room, he looks around and notices your cleaning “hm, what a good girlfriend you are huh? good girlfriends deserve a reward don’t they?” he mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you.

the reward thing was made up, he really just wanted to fuck you because he was so upset about work, but you were so naive you didn’t even bat an eye, you were convinced he was doing this because he was thankful.

sunghoon laid you on the bed as he hovered over you one hand unbuttoning his shirt as the other groped your breasts through your tiny top. “shit take this off” he said pushing your shirt up kind of harshly, but you abided and pulled it over your head leaving your lacy bra on display he admired it, using both hands to knead them he unpinned the bra and slid it off, flinging it somewhere in the room he leaned down and gave your right nipple attention with his mouth, flicking his tongue against the bud, nipping at it making you yelp “ow sunghoon” you say gripping his hair he can only mumble a ‘sorry princess’ against your chest.

sunghoon impatiently pulled your pants down along with his, “turn around for me pretty girl” he said, lightly pushing you so you knew where to turn, you nodded and turned onto your stomach, sunghoon wrapped his muscular arm around your midriff and pulled you up, so you were on your knees spread for him, “look at this pussy..” he said as he tapped your wet cunt with his hand, making you instinctively pushing your legs closed but he shoved them right apart.

“such a wet cunt… pretty pussy on a very pretty girl” he said chuckling as he spit on your cunt, making you grow even wetter, his hot spit slid down your cunt brushing your clit and dripped onto the bed in a string almost, “please hoon..” you say arching your back more aching for any form of pleasure, “such a cock hungry slut aren’t you? since you want it so bad why don’t you beg for it?” he says pulling you up by your hair.

yes, it was degrading to beg, but god his cock was so good you didn’t think twice before speaking, “please.. want your cock so bad… want to milk your cock” you say feeling his erection flush on your back, twitching with every word that exited your mouth,

“gotta work harder than that princess” you whined at his words, sunghoon understood your strain he too, felt frustrated and only wanted to cum, but seeing you beg and work for it was his favorite thing, how could he pass up on it? “hoon please, wanna feel you stretch my cunt out, want you to cum on my pussy and make a mess” you say whining, pushing back to give his erection friction.

sunghoon was sold, “you know your way around words don’t you?” he said letting go of your hair and you land on the bed he pushes your arch down so more of your cunt is exposed, he gathers up some of your wetness onto the head of his cock and prods your begging hole.

his tip giving you a good enough stretch “oh my god” you say in a moan, clenching and unclenching on him as he entered, making him hiss from the squeeze “pussy sucking me in so good” he says as he pushes in the final length, and he starts to thrust, his thrusts build up to a fast and hard pace not exactly giving you time to recover but you weren’t complaining

sunghoon easily flipped you onto your back “had to see this pretty face” he said as he inserted his cock back in “s-shit” you said biting your thumb as he thrusted into you, your tits moving at the same pace of his thrusts sunghoon could have came at the sight below him.

sunghoon snaked his hands and pinned yours above your head he leaned down to kiss you, aggressively shoving his tongue in your mouth saliva spilling down both of your chins as you try to match his pace but getting shocked every time his head hits a certain part in your cunt, “hoon… gonna cum, gonna cum” you say chanting as you feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter “gonna cum pretty? hold it for me?” he said peering down at you, faking sympathy, he just wanted to make you hold your cum “no.. can’t hold it” you say writhing against his hands that held yours firm above your head “hold it” he said sternly he let go of your hands, your hands immediately wrapped around his neck and pulled him as close as possible bucking your hips up into his oncoming thrusts clenching around him “please hoon… i need to cum please..” you say begging into his ear making him even harder if possible.

“fuck, cum” he says as he kisses your neck and you waste no time, you cum around his cock and clench like crazy bringing him to his own edge, he swiftly pulls out and shoots his hot cum onto your soaked cunt, he jolts at very spurt, collapsing onto you “was i too rough? i’m sorry” he says kissing your chest, you were breathing heavily but you shook your head “no i liked it” you mumbled as he smiled against your skin.

he sat up and looked at your puffy cunt, painted in his cum, “can i take a pic? it looks so good” you nodded shyly as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket that laid on the floor, he snapped pictures and filmed a video of him running his fingers through your wetness, mixing it with his cum and shoving it in, making you whine, “all done, let’s get you cleaned up” he says patting your thigh as he leaves to get a wet cloth.

once he returns he wipes his cum off of you, “hey did you steal my panties? i don’t remember leaving them here?” you say sitting up looking at him, he shakes his head no, “no i didn’t! why would you put those allegations on your boyfriend?” he scoffs as he swiftly shoves your blue panties you just took off under his bed with his foot “panty stealer!” you say shoving his arm as he laughs.

heian era!sukuna fucking his pretty little wife for the first time the night of your marriage. he's being so slow and caring, it's so strange to both of you. but he's worried, he's worried he's going to break you, and he doesn't want to break you this soon.

you weren't a gift from a village or an arranged marriage of some sort for temporary mercy from the king of curses. no, sukuna picked you himself. so why would he break something he cherished so much? he’s watching your every move, groaning about how pretty you look, but it’s painful how slow he’s going.

“fuck, can't do this anymore, my wife, i need t' fuck you properly,” he growls, folding you in half as he presses your legs up, adjusting himself before slamming his hips down into you. he can't help himself, you're just so hot and tight and wet, and the way your nails drag down his back as you choke out his name...it's addicting.

even so, he's still trying so hard not to fuck you too hard, too deep, but he's getting carried away, and he genuinely can't help himself. but his hips stutter when you slap his back, hissing at him to 'stop acting like a big baby and fuck you like a real husband would.' that gets a chuckle out of him, and he presses a gentle kiss against your cheek, the last gentle and sweet gestured you'd be getting for a while.

"my pretty wife wants to get treated like my personal whore? mm, fine, but if you end up carrying my heir before planned, it's your fault, brat."