A Dilf Saying “sweetheart.” 73 Dead. 246 Injured.

The thing is that getting Palestine free is both very difficult but not as difficult as getting South Africa free. South Africa had more resources than Israel does, it could hold out so much longer and still the apartheid was ended by people working tirelessly and boycotting and pushing for divestment and sanctions. These methods will work for freeing Palestine too.

I know it doesn't feel like there have been many successes, but all the politicians are feeling the pressure. Pressure that we are able to sustain and even increase as we come up with new initiatives and convince new people to join.

One of the reasons they're resisting our pressure so strongly is because they know that when we see gains we will push harder, we will continue to push until the stones falling becomes a rock fall and Palestine's freedom is secured. They know if we get a taste of the power we can wield we'll turn that onto freeing Congo too. They know we're unhappy and have been for a long time and their very secure system starts to look a lot less secure when we start mobilising to change things.

I really wish i didn’t live in a ✨yee-haw✨ place

I’m so fuckin pissed, my grease jar broke. Im madder than a wet hen.

Best Friend’s Brother

Sanemi x Fem! Reader + Genya

Warnings: Mentions of eating & Food

NSFW Warnings: manipulation, rough sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, unprotected sex, picture and video taking, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, slapping, tit fucking, shower sex, no preparation, cream pies, ‘face painting’, sending nudes without consent

A/N: I enjoyed writing this one a lot lol. I’m also happy that it’s one of my longer works! Also the way the paragraphs get progressively longer is killing me LMAOO

Word count: 12.3k

“I’m talking to you!” Genya was beginning to lose his patience with you. Your nose was practically pressed to the glass of his window as you watched his big brother work out in the backyard. “Go ahead, ‘m listening.” He rolled his eyes, watching the way your breath fogged the glass.

“No the fuck you aren’t!” He tossed a pillow at you, trying not to laugh as you let out a yelp of surprise. Your face nearly knocked into the glass, “C’mon Genya!” You wailed in frustration as you turned to face him. “Don’t c’mon me! I invited you over to hang out and you’re fucking drooling over my big brother! That’s! Gross!”

“Okay okay! Fine I’m sorry. Tell me what you were saying, I’ll listen this time.” You threw yourself down on Genya’s bed, head tilting back to look at him. He looked away for a second, slightly embarrassed that he had made such a big ordeal over your attention. “What movie do you want to watch, that’s what I was asking you.”

“A movie? It’s such a nice day Genya! Why don’t we go swimming or something? Maybe even invite over Tanjiro and the others.” Genya sighed, eyes trailing over to the sunny summer day that was sitting beyond his bedroom walls. “You know ‘Nemi can’t stand them, hell he barely tolerates you.” You made a noise of shock, as if it was news that Shinazugawa Sanemi couldn’t stand people.

“Oh give it a break. You just want to go swimming so you can drool over him at a close distance.” Genya was by no means oblivious to your crush, he even tried to crack jokes about it despite it making him wildly uncomfortable. “So not true Genya! I’m already wearing a swimsuit, I figured you invited me over to use the pool!”

“You know what, fine. Let’s go swimming.” You leapt off the bed, cheering as he stood. “I’ll wait for you in the kitchen!” With that you disappeared from his room, leaving the younger Shinazugawa brother to try and calm his racing heart. Maybe moving in with his big brother wasn’t the brightest idea when he had a friend like you.

You on the other hand couldn’t be more pleased with his choice. You were slightly heartbroken when you learned the eldest of the Shinazugawa children had bought his own home — albeit very impressed. A few months later he offered Genya to move in with him so he could be closer to campus. That opened up the world of opportunity for you to admire the man from a distance.

Though, the man never really paid you any mind. You were luckier than the others though, he actually somewhat tolerated your nearly constant presence in his home. You peaked through the glass doors that lead to the backyard. Even at your distance you could see the sweat making his skin glisten. “Fuck…” you were shamelessly swooning.

“You ready?” You jumped, turning to see Genya in swim trunks and white shirt. Two towels slung over his shoulder and sunscreen on the other hand. “Yeah!” You pulled at the door handle, sliding the door open and stepping into the hot day. “Yuck.” Your skin was already beginning to feel sticky from the heat. “You wanted to go outside instead of staying in the air conditioning.”

“Oh shush it will be fine when we get in the water.” You began the walk across the large yard towards the in ground pool, you still couldn’t get over the sheer luxury this house held. You glanced over at Sanemi, he was only about twenty feet from the pool’s edge. Headphones sat on his head, the music so loud you could hear it from here.

“Stop it.” Once again you stiffened as Genya called you out. “Genya!” You hissed, head whipping to look at him. “Don’t prove me right by coming out here.” A smile was tugging at his lips anyways. “Fine, fine!” You couldn’t help but begin to laugh as well, eyes lingering only a second longer as the man continued his push-ups.

Genya got himself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs, dropping both towels onto the other. “Aren’t you going to get in?” You’re reaching for the sunscreen, applying some to your face. “I will when I get hot enough, I’m sure that water is still freezing despite the temperature out here.” You shrugged, handing him the bottle once more so you could begin undressing.

You went for your shirt first, tugging it upwards. As your arms raise, Genya finds himself turning red. He didn’t think the bathing suit you were talking about would be that revealing. A simple bikini, two triangles covering your breasts. He swallowed thickly, forcing himself to look away as you got the shirt off. Unknown to him, that caught Sanemi’s attention.

Eyes flicking upwards towards the pool at the sight of your arms raising. He observed for only a moment, looking away before you or Genya caught his smirk. “You sure look hot enough now Gen, you’re all red.” You were absolutely oblivious, undoing the button on your jean shorts. “Yeah maybe you’re right…” he nearly lost his mind as you pulled your shorts off.

Genya wasn’t one to show off skin, unlike his brother. So it actually surprised you a bit when the shirt was being pulled over his head as he made a running leap into the pool. That fully caught Sanemi’s attention now, laughter bubbling out of him at the sight. “What the hell!” You were shocked, shorts pooled at your feet as Genya resurfaced.

“I-I was hot.” He was pushing his hair back, relieved the water wasn’t as cold as he feared. “The fuck was that Genya?” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi’s voice reached you. Your head turned, swallowing thickly as you took him in. He was standing,headphones around his neck, music blaring loud and clear. You wondered how he wasn’t deaf.

You blinked, beads of sweat were slowly dripping down his torso, nothing but a pair of basketball shorts clung to his hips. His chest was heaving slightly, scars littering his skin. That was the most unique thing about both Shinazugawa brothers. A childhood accident left them covered in scars, especially along their faces.

Genya’s scar stretched from his ear all the way to a little after his nose. Sanemi on the other hand had four distinct scars on his face. Three reside on his forehead, the other stretched from his ear to past his nose similar to Genya’s. Sanemi continued to do reckless things with his life, leaving even more scars along his body. You overheard him once saying he was proud of them.

“Like I said, I was hot!” He called back, face turning red again as he caught sight of your fully exposed legs and barely covered ass. “What the fuck is that bathing suit, y/n?” He didn’t intend to ask the question out loud, but it was really just a couple of strings. “Oh! Do you not like it?” You twirled around, head looking downwards as you tried to get an idea of how you looked.

“It-it looks fine! J-just get in the pool!” What he really wanted to say was that you looked fucking sinful, not an ounce of your body left for the Imagination. But that’s not really a best friend thing to say. “I think I’ll run and jump like you did.” You took a few steps back, laughing at the horror passing over his features. “Ready?” Clearly he wasn’t but he couldn’t get the words out fast enough.

Two seconds later you were cannonballing into the pool, spraying him with water. You surfaced again a second later, regretting getting your hair wet just a bit. “It’s not even cold!” You turned to him, laughing as he pushed his hair out of his face for a second time. “Yeah, it’s not.” You began splashing the water around, legs kicking for a moment before you settled on your back.

You felt fully relaxed, body floating easily against the water’s surface. Genya on the other hand was beginning to feel suffocated, water clung and glistened all of your dips and curves. “Fucking help me someone…” he muttered under his breath, thankful your ears were below the water. Your eyes opened a second later when a shadow hovered over you.

You nearly sank as you made direct eye contact with Sanemi. As you straightened, you realized Genya was talking to him. “Are you going to stand there or join us?” Sanemi seemed to be disgusted by the idea for a moment. “I’d have to walk all the way inside to change, at that point I may as well just shower and be done with it.” You blinked, eyes zeroing in on his shorts.

“You’re wearing mesh shorts, that’s nearly the same as swim trunks.” You kicked your way back to the shallow end, somehow floating until you were way over your head. “I’m not wearing underwear though.” You swear in that moment you nearly drowned. “That’s not the sort of thing you should say out loud.” Genya’s nose scrunched at his brother.

“Oh fuck off.” He stretched, muscles flexing and you swear you could explode. He had no right being able to walk around dripping sex appeal like that — in his own home of all places. “Are you going to stand there all day?” Genya tried again, shifting eyes between you and Sanemi. You were doing your best to act unaffected, starting to float again in the shallow end.

Instead of answering, Sanemi took a few steps forward before diving straight in. The waves rocking you made you straighten again, eyes flying wide as the basketball shorts he was wearing floating to the top. “No fucking way.” Genya’s eyes were as wide as yours, laughter bubbled in your chest as you realized what had just happened. Sanemi was completely naked in the pool.

“Are you…serious…” Sanemi emerged a moment later, slicking his hair back. “Would ya look at that…” he moved to grab the shorts, dragging them under the water to step back into them. “Too bad you’re both in here, skinny dipping feels pretty good after working out.” You felt your cheeks get hot, praying it would pass as the sun getting to you.

“Like I said, keep those thoughts to yourself, Aniki.” Genya was trying to keep his composure, all the while he was mentally cursing you for wanting to leave his room. “Oh give me a break, you two are the ones that convinced me to get in.” You didn’t know what came over you, but you decided to send a huge splash of water in his direction. He looked shocked for a moment, Genya was slightly prettified.

After a second of silence, he drew his arm back and pushed it forward. Water hit you just as hard, which caused you to do it back. “A splash fight?! Really?!” Genya tried to shield himself as you and Sanemi engaged in a full on battle. Ten minutes later you were out of breath, yelling that you surrender. “Lame!” Sanemi scoffed, a rare smile on his face as he decided to float on his back.

“You two are like little kids.” Genya was sitting on the pool's edge now, it was a futile attempt to keep himself from getting drowned above the water. But your splashes had soaked him over and over nonetheless. “And you are a party pooper.” You stuck your tongue out at him, swimming over to softly splash at his legs. “Do you mind if I stay over for the weekend? I don’t have classes till Monday and I’m sure Kanao wouldn't mind some alone time with Tanjiro.”

“Yeah that’s fine, knowing you, you already packed clothes.” You smiled, pushing yourself back out towards the middle of the shallow end. “I did, even though I have a whole drawer dedicated to my clothes in your room.” You and Genya were close, so close people were shocked you weren’t dating. That caught Sanemi’s interest, his eyebrow quirked a little but he said nothing.

“I think I’m going to dry off, I’m hungry.” You waited until Sanemi’s attention was on the two of you before pulling yourself up and out of the pool. You were fully bent over as you used your leg to hoist yourself onto the pavement. That position alone gave the white haired man a full view of your bikini hiked up your ass. This time, he really couldn’t react. Genya was staring him dead in the eye, as if daring him to say something.

He kept his mouth shut, lips pursed into a thin line. That was the thing Genya never once told you about. Sanemi knew you liked him, knew you wanted him. Unlike Genya, Sanemi wasn’t afraid to do something about it. A conversation the two had only a week prior was still haunting his thoughts.

“So that girl, you sleeping with her?” Genya nearly choked on his soda, losing control of his car on the video game they were playing. “Y/n? No, she's my best friend.” Sanemi scoffed, side eyeing his brother. “Are you just fucking with me?” Genya quickly regained control, eyes narrowing as he focused. “No, I’m not fucking with you.”

“You’re telling me you are best friends with a girl that looks like that? And you haven’t made a single move? What, does she have a partner? Is she gay?” Sanemi couldn’t seem to believe they weren’t anything more. “No, she doesn’t have a partner. And to be honest I never felt the need to ask her about her sexuality.” He jumped as he nearly crashed.

“So I can make a move on her then?” That time Genya did crashed. “Excuse me?!” Sanemi was laughing now, easily winning the race due to Genya’s fatal mistake. “You heard me, Genya. I want her, does that bother you?” Genya set the controller down, turning to glare at Sanemi. “Yeah actually, it does.”

“Oh? So you do like her.” Sanemi set his controller down as well, facing Genya completely. “I never said that… she’s my best friend, Nemi. That would make shit awkward if you went and broke her heart.” Sanemi’s face morphed into one of interest. “You think I just want to fuck her and be done with it?”

“That’s what you do to every fucking girl you sleep with! You have no regard for their feelings! You’re not doing that to her.” Genya turned more to face his brother, this had to be some kind of joke. “So if I told you I wanted to pursue a relationship with her.” Genya groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “No!”

“Then do something about your feelings for her. If you don’t, I will.” Genya froze, eyes widening as his hands dropped to his thighs. “You’re serious?” Sanemi smiled, one that held no warmth in it. Genya couldn’t believe he was actually being serious. There was no way, what was even worse is Genya knew of your little crush on his brother.

“I wouldn’t dare?” A harsh laugh followed. “I see the way she looks at me Genya. If I asked her to strip naked and spread her legs for me, she’d do it without hesitating and you know it.” His heart sunk, Sanemi knew? Genya knew you weren’t exactly subtle with your interest, but he at least thought Sanemi was clueless to it.

“Shut up.” He was getting fed up with this conversation. “Do something about her, Genya. Or I promise you I’m making a move the first chance I get.” He clicked start on a new game, leaving Genya to scramble for his controller and think over what he said.

“Gen, your phone is ringing.” You were laid out against one of the loungers, the sun was beginning to descend at this point. Sanemi on the other hand was starting to push himself out of the pool. Those same basketball shorts slipped dangerously low and you had to suppress a groan. Genya scolded you as he got closer, a sheepish smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s Zenitsu.” Genya picked up the call with a ‘what’s up?’ You decided to lean back, try and soak up the last of the sun before it disappeared for the day. Sanemi on the other hand was sprawled out on his stomach, eyes closed as he tried to take in the last of the sun as well. As if it was taunting you, you could see his tan lines peeking above the waistband of his shorts.

“What the fuck?!” Your head turned to look at a very distraught Genya, only one of Sanemi’s eyes peaked open. “What’s wrong?” You sat up slightly, “that fucking sucks. I’ll be there in like twenty minutes.” You sighed, clearly something went wrong. Genya clicked the phone off and groaned, hands coming up to rub his face. “That doesn’t sound fun.”

“You know the model Zenitsu, Tanjiro and I had to make for our engineering class?” You nodded, it took them weeks to finish. “Well apparently the classroom we were told to put them in got vandalized. Our project was among the casualties.” You gasped, feeling his pain all of a sudden. Genya often ended up crashing in Tanjiro and Zenitsu’s dorm room, too tired to drive home.

“So now we have to fix it. It's due Monday and the professor isn’t extending the deadline.” He was standing now, grabbing his towel. “We can leave in a few minutes.” He started walking and you blinked, “we?”. He froze, turning to look at you. “Aren't you going to come with me?” You gave him a slightly embarrassed grin. “I have to shower and all that. I’d rather not see campus again till Monday.”

Genya wanted to scream, instead he forced a smile on his face. “I guess you’re right. You can just use my bathroom to shower. Hopefully this won't take all night.” You smiled, oblivious to the fake calmness he was giving you. “Sounds good, if you aren’t too tired when you get back, we can watch a movie.” You grabbed your towel, walking past Genya who was staring at Sanemi.

Once you disappeared into the house, he spoke. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her, Aniki.” Sanemi barely acknowledged him, eyes shut still. “If she tries to make a move on me, Genya, I’m not stopping her.” Genya wanted to explode, part of him was tempted to call Zenitsu back and say he didn’t feel good. Naturally that wouldn’t work.

“Is there a reason you even want her? Is it because I want her?” He nearly slapped his hand over his mouth in horror. Sanemi on the other hand began to laugh, eyes opened as he turned himself over. “So you finally admit it! Proud of you little bro!” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Shut up! Don't do anything to her.” He knew this was hopeless. “Why can’t I do anything to a girl I want?”

Genya blinked at him, teeth clenching before he spoke. “Because I want her!” A shit eating grin appeared on Sanemi’s face, Genya continued. “Why the fuck do you even want her so bad!? Is it really because I want her?” Genya was turning a deeper shade of pink with each word, he couldn’t believe he was admitting this out loud.

“There is nothing more thrilling than wanting someone you hypothetically can’t have, Genya. If anything, it makes you want them even more.”

He has a sinking feeling, the moment he left this house, it would never be the same. And there was quite frankly nothing he could do about it. You and Sanemi were your own people after all, what say did he really have in the matter? He took a deep breath, you had said you were hungry. With any luck you were probably sitting in the kitchen this whole time watching him.

He stared at Sanemi for only a moment longer before turning to actually walk away this time. Sanemi knew there was more that he wanted to say, but chose not too. He waited until Genya had disappeared inside the house before laughing. “Sorry Gen, but this opportunity is just to fucking good to pass up.” He settled back on the lounge chair, he’d wait till Genya left and make his move.

“You look upset.” Just as Genya suspected, you were sitting in the kitchen, helping yourself to their fridge. “I’m just annoyed, that’s all.” He smiled as shut the fridge, pizza from your lunch earlier in your hand. “It sucks, but you guys work well together. Hopefully the damage isn’t too time consuming to repair. If you need extra hands just call me.” You took a bite, wondering why Genya was looking at you funny.

You swallowed, “Gen, you look like you just got the news that you’re being shipped out to war. Are you sure nothing is wrong?” You took another bite, staring at him while you chewed. Under your gaze he nearly crumbled. “I’m just annoyed about this, that’s all.” He hoped you’d fall for the lie, he watched your throat bob as you swallowed again.

“It’s fucking annoying, I get that. But the quicker you leave the quicker you’ll be done. Go change!” He held back a groan, that wasn’t exactly the answer he wanted. You on the other hand had goosebumps trailing over your body, it seems the air conditioning was finally getting to you. All you wanted now was a warm shower, get the chlorine off your skin and hair. “Are the towels still in that cabinet?”

He nodded, before walking down the hall towards the staircase. “Yeah, everything is still in that cabinet. I only have men’s body wash though. You can check the guest room though, one of Sanemi’s flings may have left stuff there.” You rolled your eyes, Genya’s feet could be heard walking up the steps. “Okay.” You called back, taking a deep breath to try and cool your nerves.

You’d be in Sanemi’s home without Genya present only once before now, and you two didn’t even see each other for that brief thirty minutes. Now thought? You could be sharing his home for three hours or more. The possibilities were endless…but also unrealistic. It was a Thursday night after all, Sanemi probably had work in the morning. You shook your head, finishing your pizza slice as the back door slid open.

“Genya leave?” You jumped slightly, this was actually your first time alone in his presence. “N-no. He’s upstairs changing.” You mentally cursed yourself for the stutter, fidgeting slightly. “Oh, alright.” You deflated a little as he walked away, disappearing down the hall and up the stairs towards his own bedroom. “This is going to be so boring…” you mumbled as you leaned against the counter, resting your chin in your palm.

After what felt like an eternity, Genya made his way back down the stairs. “It’s all yours, be good.” He grabbed his keys off the counter, sliding them in his hoodie pocket. “Be good?” You raised an eyebrow, straightening to cross your arms in defense. “Yes, I’m leaving you alone with my brother. Be fucking good.” He was trying to seem intimidating like Sanemi, but he was falling a little flat.

“Oh yeah, cause tonight is going to be like one of those pornos. He’ll wait till you're gone, wait till I’m in the shower and catch me by surprise.” You rolled your eyes, giving him an ‘are you serious?’ kind of look. “Knowing Sanemi, you never fucking know. If he’s bored or horny enough, anyone will do.” Ouch. Your eyebrows raised, mouth parting slightly. “Shit I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Oh? Cause it sure sounded like you did. Whatever Genya.” You stormed past him, feelings clearly hurt. “That’s not what I—fuck.” You were already flying up the stairs, leaving him alone with his own guilt. The phone buzzing in his back pocket was a reminder that he couldn’t stay. So, even though he didn’t want to, he made his way to the front door and out of the house. Dread filling him as he unlocked his car.

You on the other hand we’re standing in Genya’s bathroom, staring at yourself in the mirror. “He’s just stressed.” You couldn’t get your lower lip to stop wobbling. Rolling your eyes at your own sensitivity. “Maybe I’ll just take a nap.” The sun had worn you out, but you couldn’t do anything until you showered. Just as you turned to reach for the curtain you flinched.

“That’s right, he only has men’s stuff…” you would have to go check the guest room shower for some women’s products. You held your breath as you made your way out of his room and down the hall towards Sanemi’s. The guest room was just across from his. You were sneaking now, not even sure why but just afraid of being caught. As you reached for the door handle, movement caught your attention.

Sanemi’s door was opened just a bit, enough that you could see inside. You nearly squealed as you realized he had nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. It seems he was about to shower as well. You snapped yourself out of it, head flying back around to push the door open. You began to feel a throb between your legs, suddenly too excited for your own good.

You shook your head, walking into the bathroom of the guest room. “Jack pot!” You laughed softly as women’s shampoo and body wash sat half full on the counter. “I wonder what happened that they’d just leave their shit behind.” You grabbed the two bottles, turning to leave the room and nearly dropping them as a surprised scream left your lips. “What the fuck?!” Sanemi was standing in the doorway with his arms folded, shamelessly taking in your bikini clad body.

“That was cute.” He seemed unaffected by your clear shock, a smirk growing on his lips as his eyes moved up to your chest. “Really skimpy bathing suit you chose…did you wear it just for me?” No way, you were only joking when you said those things to Genya. Were they really about to happen? “Excuse me?” Your voice was steadier than it was in the kitchen ten minutes prior. “You heard me. I want to know if you wore this just for me…”

His hand reached out slightly but he stopped himself, eyes finally meeting yours. “No, I didn’t.” A lie, of course, but you weren’t going to give in that easily. Even though the butterflies in your stomach were telling you to. “I find that hard to believe.” He moved a little closer, only a foot of space separated the two of you now. You took a small step back, bumping into the bathroom countertop.

“Trying to run? That’s surprising…” he closed the little distance you had made. “What are you saying…” you clung to the bottles of soap, as if they’d somehow protect you. “Cut the shit, sweetheart. I know you want me. And you may or may not believe it, but I want you too. All these little stunts you pulled worked wonders.” He inches closer and your heart rate picks up.

“W-what are you…” the stutter again, your cheeks got hot. “I’m giving you what you want. Since my little brother is too dense to make a move, I’ll do something about it.” You blinked, clutching the bottles tighter…what did Genya have to do with this? “You’ll do something about it?” He was less than six inches away from you now.

“Sure am, I’m sure you don’t mind.” Five inches away at least, your chest was heaving out of pure shock. “I…I don’t…” he knew he got you, only four inches left, your hands were beginning to shake. “See? You don’t mind at all…I’ll take good care of you.” You 're leaning slightly, the countertop biting into your lower back. “Genya isn’t home, he won’t be home for hours. That means I have you all to myself.”

You held your breath as he closed the distance, two hands planting firmly on the cool countertop. He was leaning down slightly so he was level with you, eyes boring into your own. “So, what will it be?” You blinked at him, throat feeling impossibly dry. “H-huh…?” He smiled, forehead nearly touching yours. “What will it be? What do you want me to do… if you don’t want to do anything, I won’t force you.”

You blinked, weighing your options for only a moment before deciding. Instead of answering verbally, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. You were shocked to hear a noise of surprise leave his lips, but as quickly as he made the noise, he recovered. He pulled away, forehead pressing to yours. After a second he smiled, one that seemed genuine.

His lips pressed to yours again, this time they were more needy. His hands pressed to the counter shifted to your waist. Both coming to you with the strings of your bikini bottom. When his chest bumped the cool plastic of the soap bottles he began to laugh. “Put these down…” his words were muffled against your lips. His hands pulled away from your bottoms reluctantly to try and pry the bottles away from you.

You let them go slowly, unsure of what to do with your hands once they were empty. For all the fantasizing you had done about this moment, you suddenly felt helpless. As the bottles were placed on the counter, his lips returned to yours. This time he didn’t hold back, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Your lips parted, Sanemi’s tongue slipping right in. Shakily, your hands came to rest on his shoulders, all the while he began tugging at your bottoms again.

You flinched slightly as he pushed you further into the countertop. Long fingers coming to squeeze the flesh of your hips before easily lifting you. You gasped as your nearly bare bottom hit the cool stone of the counter. “Better?” His words were muffled against your lips, his whole body straightening now that you were technically the same height.

You mumbled some sort of response, nerves making you too tense to actually relax into the kiss. Sanemi could sense your anxiety, hands running up your thighs to your hips and back again. His lips pulled away from yours reluctantly, instead trailing them along your cheek to just below your ear. He sucked on the skin softly, tongue lapping at the skin once he was satisfied with the bruise that was forming.

“We won’t get anywhere…” he sucked harshly, your pulse going a mile a minute under his lips “if you don’t relax a bit…” though he guessed a cold bathroom while you were already shivering probably wasn’t the best place to start this. Due to his words, you forced yourself to relax a little, arms wrapping around his neck and keeping him close. Luckily for you, he was warm, radiating it at that.

He snaked his arms up your body, both circling to your back and tugging at the string holding your top together. Nimble fingers undid the knot you had tightened, pulling the damp material off your body. You couldn’t help but shake slightly, not only was your chest exposed to Sanemi, but to the air conditioning as well. It was no surprise when your nipples were already hard. Arousal mixed with the cold making them feel almost painful.

“Cute…” he barely pulled away from your skin, white hair brushing your face as he looked down at your chest. His hands came back around, one taking the flimsy top with it to toss to the floor. The other cupped your breast, massaging the flesh. A shaky moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut as you relaxed into his touch. Your whole body leaned into him without you realizing. “Such a good girl, you’re getting the hang of it.”

You felt your arousal start to pool in your gut at his praise. Sanemi noticed the way you were squirming, a smug smile creeping up his face. “You like that? You like being praised.” You could have combusted on the spot, arms tightening ever so slightly as if he’d just stop and walk away from you. “Use your words.” His hands trailed up your sides before taking a breast in each hand. “If you don’t start speaking up, I’ll never know what to do.” You rolled your eyes, “oh please of course you—oh…”

He cut you off completely as his lips suctioned to the column of your neck. Sucking so harshly you actually jumped a bit. “Y-you…you know what I want…” you felt breathless, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. “Do I?” He pulled away with a smile, a bruise was already forming on your skin. He moved a little lower, repeating the same steps. “Oh don’t play dumb. You’re a heartbreaker…” you decided to keep the other part to yourself, now certainly wasn’t the time for cheesy jokes.

“I’m a heartbreaker? You’ve been listening to Genya too much.” He tugged on your nipple, a yelp leaving you as his lips traveled lower. “I’m h-hear often enough to know when you have girls over…” your head fell back, his lips were nearing your chest. “Oh? So you know what you’re in for?” He looked up at you, disappointment filling you as his lips never made it to your chest. “I…I wouldn’t go that far.” You tried to maintain the level of composure you had when his eyes weren’t locked on your face.

“Oh? So you haven’t heard them screaming for me?” You noticed him begin to shift his towel, swallowing thickly as you waited for it to drop. “Oh c’mon now, Genya would turn the TV on full blast to drown anything out.” You're a bit surprised that Sanemi thought you and his younger brother just sat around listening to him blow some random girl’s back out. “Is that so?” He seemed genuinely amused by that revelation. “It is.”

“How cute, Genya is such a pussy.” You blinked, certainly not expecting the conversation to take a turn. Better yet, you didn’t think you’d be having an actual conversation right now. “Instead of playing twenty questions, why don’t we get a move on. I’d like to see what you do to make girls scream so loudly.” You tried to get off the counter but Sanemi’s hands were right back on your waist, keeping you down. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re doing a lot of talking and not enough touching. I think I can give myself a better time by taking a shower.” You didn’t know how you made it through that without cracking, you just wanted to make the man before you absolutely feral. “Oh? You think you're cheeky don’t you? Am I not moving fast enough for you, princess?” Instead of returning to your chest, his hands pulled at the waistband of your bottoms. “I’m trying to be nice, not treat you like a whore.”

He used his free hand to shove them down your bottoms, earning a harsh gasp in response. “But if you want to be treated like one, I’ll fucking treat you like one.” He used his free hand to push you back, head nearly hitting the mirror behind you. This new position gave him better access, two fingers slipping between your folds and circling your clit. “How’s that? Hmm? Better for you?” His words were cold, fingers moving at a dizzying speed.

“Y—yeah…” your head hit the wall, eyes shutting as Sanemi’s finger sent waves of pleasure through you. “Oh? So you wanted to be treated like a stupid slut since the beginning. Probably should have known, especially with the way you were trying to seduce me. Even with Genya watching, how shameful.” He dipped lower, ghosting across your entrance and collecting the arousal on his fingertips. You hands tightened on the counter, one gripping its edge while the other tried to find stability on the smooth sink.

His fingers moved back up, circling your clit with even more fervor than before, a slick squelching noise now accompanying it. “Listen to that, nothing more than a needy bitch in heat.” You groaned, hating his choice of words. Nonetheless you didn’t stop him, allowing him to pull one of the strings keeping the bottoms together. At the sight of your partially exposed flesh he only moved quicker. Fingers abandoning your clit to pull apart the other strings on the opposite side. “You know what? Stand up.” He was dragging you off the countertop before you could even respond.

“What are you…” your bottoms were fully pulled off, discarded off to the side with your top. You were fully bare now, Sanemi’s eyes trailed over your frame, a smirk creeping up his lips. “Turn around.” Once again Sanemi gave you no time to actually respond, hands gripping your waist firmly and turning you to face the counter. You didn’t expect his hand to come up and grip your cheeks as hard as he did, but he forced your face to remain trained on the mirror. A smile creeping up his face before saying “this would be such a cute picture to send to Genya.”

The other hand that was on your waist moved up to squeeze your breast, the smile never faltering as you whined for him. “It’s a damn waste that neither of us have our phones right now. Really this would be cute.” His cheek pressed to the top of your head, after a second of looking over your reflection you realized his towel was slowly but surely slipping off his hips. “We’ll save that for another time.” You yelped as he pressed forward, you could clearly feel his cock through the towel.

“Let’s get a move on before you start running your mouth again.” He smiled at you one last time in the mirror before pressing you forward, not stopping until your breasts were squished against the countertop. You heard rustling behind you, face turning hot as you realised he had dropped to his knees. Sanemi’s breath was ghosting over your fully exposed cunt, two hands coming up to massage the flesh of your ass. “I mean really, I’ve been doing nothing but wasting both our time for the sake of working you up. As if you needed to be…”

You held your breath, waiting to feel his tongue against you. Instead you got a soft kiss pressed to the back of your thigh, then another and another…you could have burst into tears. This wasn’t exactly how you expected this to go. “Sanemi! Fucking come on!” You slammed your hand flat against the counter, forehead pressing into the mirror. “Taking it too far I see…” there was laughter in his voice, laughter that was so infuriating you could scream. Yet before you could open your mouth a second time, his tongue delved between your folds.

“Oh…” you relaxed, only encouraging Sanemi to continue. You whimpered as his hands tightened their grip on your ass, effectively keeping you in place. It seems he was finally calming down a bit with the teasing. Sanemi’s tongue remained focused on your clit, lapping hungrily at the sensitive bud. His nose - surprisingly - was adding to the stimulation due to the angle you were at. “S-Sanemi…” you whined, eyes shutting as you focused on the feeling of his tongue against your pulsing cunt.

For a second it hit you — Sanemi, your best friend’s big brother, had you bent over a bathroom counter while he ate you out. Your best friend’s big brother was fucking eating you out. For some reason that had you gasping, pleasure only intensifying as that realization echoed in your mind. This was really happening. His tongue only moved faster, lips suctioning around your cunt as he began to suck. The feeling made your jolt a little, moans tumbling from your lips as you finally began to feel your orgasm building up. “C-close” your voice was strained, knuckles turning white as you grasped the edge of the counter.

Sanemi’s tongue only worked harder, your legs started to feel like jelly despite most of your weight resting on the counter. He continued to suck, tongue flicking your clit in a rhythm that had tears threatening to well in your eyes. You clenched around nothing, breath hitching in your throat as you finally fell over the edge. As you came, Sanemi pulled away. Leaving you to twitch and clench around nothing as your orgasm fizzled into nothing. It wasn’t even satisfying. “W-what the fuck!” You straighten a little, turning to look at Sanemi on his knees behind you.

“You really think mouthing off to me was going to get you what you wanted?” His lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, he stood, towel falling off as he stood. Your annoyance faded as his cock came into full view, he was massive, at least by your standards. Maybe eight or nine inches in length, but he was girthy, so much so you questioned if it would actually fit. He certainly had something to be proud of, the smug smirk on his face only fueled your certainty. “Oh? You want it don’t you?” You nodded without an ounce of shame, you wanted to do absolutely everything to it and you wanted him to do absolutely everything with it.

Something about that nod gave Sanemi new motivation, you just looked so innocent all of a sudden. You yelped as his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you off the counter and straight to his chest. “I’m certainly not done yet, but I’d rather not continue this in the guest bathroom.” You nodded, you assumed he was implying to move this to his bedroom. Instead he reached forward and grabbed the two soap bottles you had originally come for. “Hold these.” You did as you were told, not expecting him to turn you around to face him once you did.

He said nothing, instead crouching down slightly to hook his arms under your ass and lift you. “S-Sanemi?!” You were suddenly over his shoulder, face staring at his back with both soap bottles still clutched in your arms. “Don’t worry, there for later.” He backed out of the doorway before turning. Luckily for you he thought ahead as to not smack your skull into something. You figured it would be a short walk, the pulsing between your legs becoming more persistent with each step he took. However, he made his way past his bedroom, going further down the hall.

You couldn’t imagine where he was taking you until he passed through the doorway. You landed on a plush bed a second later, blinking up at him only to gasp. “G-Genya‘d room?!” You used your hands to push yourself up, of all places…he wanted to fuck you in Genya’s bed. “What sort of sadistic shit are you into?!” He was still silent, smiling down at you with that same cocky grin. One that sent a chill down your spine as your needs only grew stronger. After a moment, Sanemi’s eyes left yours, noticing your phone on the nightstand. “Perfect.” His words had a drawl to them, one that made you swallow and squeeze your thighs shut.

“What are you…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence, your phone was in his hand and after a second you heard the familiar click of your camera. Your hands shot up to cover your breasts, a shocked expression settling on your features. “Oh don’t be so shy, it’s your phone after all.” He had a point, but you didn’t budge. “They’re just gifts for Genya.” He clicked again as you gasped, “you wouldn’t!” You leaned forward completely, looking up at him through your lashes as he groaned. “Just like that, I think Genya would love this angle.” He chuckled as you reached for your phone, not even realising how close you had come to his erection.

As your eyes lowered, another picture snapped. A second later your phone was tossed by the pillows, Sanemi’s hands cupped your cheeks to pull your face closer to his as he bent down. His kiss was far more hungry than the previous ones were, slowly pushing you back against the mattress as he crawled on top of you. The warmth of his body made you forget all about the goosebumps that were running across your skin, arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him flush against you. You let out a shaky moan when his cock pressed against your abdomen. As badly as you wanted him, you still were hesitant to know if he’d even fit.

“I’m sure Genya has lube somewhere.” He spoke against your lips, making you wonder how he had read your mind. “He’d know…” you whined as he pulled away just enough for you to catch your breath. “He’d know? What do you not want him to know?” He was being sarcastic, “do you want him to know?” You blinked up at him, watching him shift his weight so he was on his knees. Your waist was caged between his muscular thighs. “You think I’m going to hide? It’s my home, my choice. Genya was too much of a coward to do shit about it.” Your eyes trailed lower once more, his cock looked irritated now, the tip oozing with precum.

“Open your mouth.” A million thoughts ran through your mind as you did as he said. What didn’t cross your mind, however, was him spitting in your mouth. Yet again you drew another laugh from Sanemi as you jumped, swallowing before he even asked you too. “Good girl, especially when your mouth is occupied.” He seemed conflicted for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first. “Squeeze your tits together.” Obedient as ever, you did it with no hesitation. “Shit, yeah I think I’ll go with this option first.” You blinked, Sanemi’s hand pushed on your forehead so your head was laying flat, hands still squeezing your breasts together.

“Spread them.” You kept your grip tight and spread them like he asked. It still caught you by surprise when he spit, coating your sternum in the slick substance. “Squeeze them together again.” A lazy grin appeared on his face as you looked at him, eyes wide with anticipation for what he’d do next. Truly he didn’t understand how Genya lasted so long. He finally stopped neglecting his cock, spitting for a third time in his hand before wrapping it around his tip.

“I think you’ll look cute in white.” You whined, watching him toy with himself until his cheeks turned red all the way to the tips of his ears. After what felt like an eternity, he positioned himself between your breasts, pushing forward slowly. “Oh…” a gasp left him, one that made your clit pulse with arousal. He was absolutely shameless, eyes focusing on his cock thrusting in and out between your breasts. The tip coming dangerously close to your mouth as you had lifted your head to watch him. “I’ve been…ha….waiting to try this… with the right person…” his head fell forward, thighs twitching as a majority of his weight rested on them.

“But honestly… none of them excited me…” his thrusts were steady now, moaning as you stuck your tongue out to ghost his head each time he thrusted forward. “You though? Fuck. You have endless possibilities.” The compliment drew a whiny moan from your lips, only fueling Sanemi to move quicker. “You really are something else…shit… I couldn’t believe my fucking eyes when he brought you home.” His cheeks were flushed, eyes lidded and lips shiny with his own saliva. He looked ready to burst, eyes trained on yours to gauge your every reaction.

“I was amazed that someone like you found any sort of interest in my little brother…ha…” he stopped talking, falling forward so both hands rested on either side of your head. His thrusts were sloppier, he was close. That realization caused praises to leave your lips, he must be more sensitive because of the pent up lust. “Come on…cum for me Sanemi…” you squeezed your breasts together just a little tighter, earning a groan in response. “You’re close…I can tell…cum for me please. I want it so bad.” You drew out your words, voice deepening slightly to a more sultry tone. “Shit.” His hips stuttered and your eyes closed instinctively, white ropes painting your face as he came.

Only a little landed on your tongue and lips, as if he purposely meant to cover your cheeks in white. “D-don’t touch anything…” your hands froze halfway to your face, aiming to wipe your eyes. After a second you heard the familiar clicks of your phone’s camera. “Really…” you began to laugh, after a moment Sanemi said you could move. You wiped your eyes as Sanemi shifted his weight off of you. Unknown to you he was searching for his contact, sending himself every picture he had taken so far. “Good to know…” he said it more so to himself, pleased that his little trick to unlock phones without the need for a passcode still worked.

“What?” You were sitting up now, Sanemi was standing at the side of Genya’s bed, tossing your phone to the side. “Nothing.” A yelp left your lips as he grabbed both ankles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. “We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.” You were flat on your back again, a bit disappointed that he didn’t seem interested in switching positions at all. “I would hope not…” you suppress a smirk, watching his eyes widen as you mouthed off back to him. “What did I say about talking like that? You don’t want to have another unsatisfying orgasm now, do you?” He lowered, bending over you so your lips were centimeters apart.

“N-no I don’t want that…” you swallowed, debating on moving your head forward to meet his lips. “Good.” Sanemi closed the distance instead, one hand cupping your face while the other guided your legs around his waist. You followed quickly, ankles crossing to keep yourself secure. Sanemi’s hand moved to his already hardening cock again, pumping himself a few times and grimacing slightly at the stickiness. You tensed a bit when you felt his head press to yojt entrance, his lips parting from yours. “You’re not a virgin, right?” He didn’t care either way, but he wanted to at least be prepared to walk you through this if it was your first time.

You shook your head, you had a fair share of hookups and relationships, nothing like Sanemi though. Experience wise you felt you may as well be a virgin when comparing yourself to him. “Okay, good…” he smiled, kissing you again but this time it was a little sweeter. That eased your nerves a bit, but still, his size was nothing like you have had before. That’s what was worrying you. Especially the lack of preparation, nothing more than his tongue had toyed with your entrance so far. “I want to see how much you can handle…don’t worry… I’ll go slow.” There it was, that more sadistic side shining through.

When Sanemi felt you shake slightly, he toned it down, lips pressing to your ear. “I promise, just say the word and I’ll stop if it’s too much.” You nodded, arms coming to wrap around his neck as you waited for him to move. Sanemi’s lips pressed to yours again, hand still wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into you. You whimpered against his lips, the stretch burned but it was bearable. At least you thought it was until he began telling you to breathe. You forced air back into your lungs, as you exhaled he pushed further. “Oh my fucking…” your head pressed further into Genya’s mattress, nails raking up Sanemi’s back.

He was only half way in, your walks stretching to accommodate his size. “You’re doing so well.” His voice was hoarse, you were gripping him like a vice, so warm and wet, he was beginning to see stars. “A-am I?” You wailed, not meaning to cry out as loud as you did. “You are…” he pushed further, just a bit more and he’d bottom out. You didn’t even realize tears were sliding down your cheeks, not until Sanemi began kissing them away. After a moment you realized his hips were pressed to the back of your thighs, he had bottomed out. “Not so bad…right?” He was laughing softly, hands moving to push your legs further to your chest. “I’m going to move.” As much as he wanted to wait until you were ready, he just couldn’t help himself.

You gasped as he pulled out half way, moving his lips right back in a second later. The more he moved, the more you realized how full you felt. “Oh…oh…” your nails dragged along his shoulders, body being pressed further into the mattress as all his weight resided on you. Sanemi was nothing compared to anyone you had before, he wasn’t even comparable to any of them. “Feels fucking good…doesn’t it?” He was panting softly, hips finding a steady rhythm as your walls pulsed around him. “You’re everything I could have hoped for and more.” He loved watching your face morph with the praise he gave you. You yelped as his cock brushed your cervix, he was focusing more so on speed rather than depth.

“Tell me how good you feel, y/n. I want to know how well I’m fucking you.” He was focused on your face, your heaving chest and the way your tits bounced each time he bottomed out. “I-I feel…” you gasped, eyes going blurry for a moment as he brushed the spot that had you seeing stars. “So..good.” Your words were slightly slurred, nails only digging further into his skin as if it would keep you grounded in reality. “Sanemi~” you were starting to lose yourself, not holding back on any noises you made. There was no one else around to hear them after all. “Yeah? Keep going, I want to hear more.” He switched positions, your arms falling from his shoulders as he straightened.

Your legs remained around his waist, but now you were fully exposed as he towered over you. He let go of one leg, so you replaced his arm with your own to keep it up. All the while he bottomed out completely, not moving as he reached for something you couldn’t see. “You look so hot.” He smiled as you waited to hear the clicks from your camera, instead you heard the small ding of a video starting to record. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what you looked like, you hadn’t even bothered to wipe his cum off the rest of your face. Tears and cum were streaking your face just like you imagined, but the video he was taking was more so focused on where he disappeared inside of you.

He began thrusting again, now instead of speed he was focusing on how deep he hit with each thrust. Sanemi smirked as the video caught your hand tightening in Genya’s comforter, scrunching the material harshly as you cried out. Each thrust shook the bed now, tears rushing down your cheeks as you felt as if you were about to burst, “tell me y/n, I’m waiting to hear how good I fuck your tight cunt.” You wailed, walls clenching sporadically as you tried to fulfil his request. You thought of all the things you could say that you knew got men going in the past, but half the time you barely meant any of those words. Sanemi however was a different story, so it only made sense when the words you spoke next tumbled from your lips.

“So good, you’re doing so good…better than any guy I’ve ever fucked. They don’t even come close…” you moaned as his other hand left your leg, letting it fall limply to the side as he pinched your clit. “Is that so? I better fucking be.” He groaned as you sputtered around him, you were so close that you didn’t even realize it. “Gonna cum for me? Come on now, cum on my cock.” His thrusts began picking up in speed, still hitting just a deep with each thrust. “Gonna cum…” your words were slurred, barely eligible, and Sanemi loved ever fucking second of it. You felt like you were going to burst, your orgasm building in a way you had never felt before. With each pinch on your clit perfectly timed with each thrust, you were gasping for breath as it finally hit you.

Much to Sanemi’s delight, he caught you squirting all over him and Genya’s bed on camera. The sight alone was enough to make him feel weak in the knees, there was something so special about you. Something that made it feel like it was his very first time doing any of this to a woman. “Fuck…look at you making a mess.” His hips never slowed, even when you clenched so tightly he couldn’t barely move for a moment. If it wasn’t for the mess you made causing him to slip in and out with ease, he probably would have faltered. At this point you weren’t even sure what you were saying, incoherent noises and words tumbling from your lips. Ironically they only made Sanemi move quicker.

“Look at you, all sorts of cock drunk because of me.” He stopped recording a second later, tossing your phone to the side to focus on chasing his own orgasm. You rode out your orgasm, quickly becoming overstimulated but too lost to even try and vocalize it. “I’m going…I’m going to get you fucking pregnant.” That woke you up a bit, eyes widening considerably. “Fill you up nice and full…ha…yeah I bet Genya would fucking love that.” He kept thrusting, nearly pushing you further up the bed as he moved. “How fucking shameful. You fuck your best friend’s older brother…and he knocks you up.”

You wailed some sort of response, the idea of Sanemi getting you pregnant was getting you in the mood for another round even though the current one wasn’t finished yet. “You fucking freak, you like the idea don’t you.” He could feel his cock twitching between your walls, he was close. “I-I do…” you weren’t even embarrassed, the overstimulation was quickly changing from pain to pleasure, shockwaves of your orgasm still making your walls convulse. “Cum inside of me, please Sanemi…” for a moment he wished he had kept recording, those words were what threw him over the edge. You flinched as he buried himself, pressing against your cervix almost painfully as he spilled inside of you.

His hips rocked slowly now, breathless gasps slipping past his lips. Silence fell over the two of you as Sanemi caught his breath, flushed face looking at your own. “Everything you hoped it would be?” He began to chuckle as you sleepily nodded. “I need a shower.” Sanemi nearly collapsed on top of you at that, “yeah, I think we do.” He pulled out of you slowly, frowning slightly as his release began to leak out of you. “I’ll go…get the shower started.” You flinched slightly, not realizing how sore you were until you stood. “I’ll be right there.” He winked at you, making your cheeks feel hot as you grabbed both soap bottles and scurried off to Genya’s bathroom.

Sanemi waited until the shower turned on, reaching for your phone once more to send himself the video he had taken. Shortly after he saw it was delivered, he deleted all the messages. He smiled to himself, tossing your phone onto Genya’s bed once more before heading towards the bathroom. You were already in the shower at that point, relieved to finally be rinsing the chlorine out of your hair. “Mind if I join.” An attempt to be cheeky, you only rolled your eyes, pushing the curtain aside to allow him in. You shifted forward in an attempt to allow him room under the water, instead he pulled you back to him. “I don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” You shivered despite the hot water cascading down your frame.

“Is that so?” You smiled as you repeated a line from earlier. “I’m not done with you yet either, Sanemi.” You turned in his arms, pressing yourself to his chest and getting on your tiptoes to try and kiss him. Just as he leaned forward to meet you, you returned to your normal height. Waiting for his eyes to reopen before falling to your knees. “I think you deserve this… but I’d also like a redo. Since you so kindly left me hanging earlier.” He wasn’t even hard yet, so you began placing soft kissing along his shaft. Your tongue slowly circled around his tip, you realized after a moment that you were tasting the bitter mix of your cum mixed with his. After a few seconds he began to twitch to life, within a minute he was fully hard. “What did I tell you… you do wonderful things to me, pretty girl.”

You smiled at the praise, hand wrapping around his base to properly start sucking him off. Sanemi realized after a moment he was itching to have your phone again, he wanted to capture every single one of your firsts as if they wouldn’t happen again. He was by no means afraid of Genya’s reaction, he wasn’t even going to keep it a secret. “Oh my fucking…” he gasped as you took him half way, jaw slack and cheeks warm as you swallowed around him. He seemed awestruck that you even managed to fit that much in. The sore jaw would be worth it every time if you could see that shocked look in his eyes. Your tongue struggled to swirl around him, instead you relied on bobbing your head back and forth. Your tongue glides along the underside of his cock with each movement of your head.

“You’re so good at this…there is no way you let another guy experience this…” a pang of jealousy hit Sanemi, the idea of you on your knees for any other man made him furious. What made it worse, was the idea of Genya experiencing this. “Ain’t no fucking way…” Sanemi’s back hit cool tiles, leaving you to move forward as result. You moaned around him as two hands came to bury in your wet hair, massaging your scalp as a way to encourage you to keep going. This time you could actually feel him twitching, still sensitive from his orgasm only a few minutes prior. You used your fist to pump the rest of him, keeping it in rhythm with your mouth. You wanted to properly taste him this time, having already rinsed your face off before he joined you.

“Fuck…” was the only warning you received from him, cum shooting down your throat as he came in record time. He wasn’t even slightly embarrassed, no one had gotten him to come that quickly before and he wasn’t found to try and extend it. You pulled off of him with a pop as he began softening in your mouth, licking your lips as you did. “Was that okay?” Sanemi helped you up, pulling you to his chest and running his hands up your back. “Fucking perfect.” He missed the top of your head, slowly straightening off the tiles to guide you both under the hot water. “I still have to repay you for the shitty job I did the first time.” He mumbled against the top of your head. “That can wait for another time.” You didn’t want to wait, but you were certain he was feeling as tired as you were.

“No, it can’t. How about this…you wash your hair, I’ll get to work.” This time he was the one falling to his knees, your face feeling warm despite the steam filling the bathroom. “O-okay.” You reached for the bottles you had set on the small ledge, dumping some of the contents into your palm as Sanemi massaged your thighs. After a moment of staring you yelped, a harsh smack to your ass making you jolt forward against his face. “Get to scrubbing.” He licked along your outer lips, sucking on the tender flesh until you listened to what he told you to do. The moment you began working the soap into your scalp, his tongue slipped between slick folds. Just as you had tasted before, Sanemi was now tasting the mix of your cum with his own.

You tried to hold your breath, hoping they would keep the noises from spilling out. You were struggling to keep your focus on your hair, massaging your scalp with less and less effort as pleasure racked your already sensitive clit. “Easy there…” Sanemi’s hands squeezed the plush of your thighs, trying to keep you stable as you began to sway under his touch. “Eh…’m trying…” your adrenaline was wearing off on you at the worst moment. Suds began slipping down your back, forcing you off balance even more as you leaned back to rinse the soap out. Each flick of Sanemi’s tongue had you jolting, you were already feeling the build up of your third orgasm. “S…s…Nemi…” you whined, the hot water paired with his tongue was surprisingly soothing.

“I got you…” he returned as quickly as he left, lips sucking eagerly on your abused clit. It was hitting the point that Sanemi was the one nearly supporting all of your weight, tired muscles starting to whine in protest but he paid them no mind. You clenched around nothing, silently praying he’d add a finger or two. That was the only part of him you had yet to feel, and even though you were certain they’d be nothing compared to his cock…you still wanted it. “…more…” you whined softly, eyes shutting as you hoped he’d keep you stable. “So needy…” he knew what you wanted of course, but if he let go of one of your thighs you may fall. So instead he started sucking, between each motion he’d tell you there was always time for more later.

As you came for a third time, you doubled over, hands burying in Sanemi’s hair as your legs threatened to fully give out. “So tired…” you mumbled as he stood, hands running up your body in order to support you until he was fully standing with you pressed to his chest. “I can see that…let’s clean up and get you to bed.” You nodded feebly, eyes opening slowly to at least try and help Sanemi clean. It made sense to you why he made you wash your hair first, he must have known you were going to crash. Each orgasm took more and more out of you, leaving you a mumbling puddle in Sanemi’s arms. You barely remembered the rest of the shower, the next thing you knew you were being wrapped in a warm towel.

The cool tile of the countertop underneath you was the only thing that jarred you enough to make you open your eyes fully. You watched as Sanemi dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist before looking at you. “Let’s dry your hair a bit, I don’t want you getting cold because of wet hair in an air conditioned room.” There was something so soft and intimate about Sanemi towel drying your hair, doing his best to wrap the towel around it and keep it secure. “Good for now.” He kissed your forehead, guiding your arms over his shoulders as he picked you up. “You sure it’s okay…” your voice was muffled as your face squished to his shoulder.

“Of course it is.” You didn’t need to open your eyes to know you were being carried back towards Sanemi’s room. Part of you wanted to laugh at the fact that he chose his little brother’s room to fuck you. How fucked up is that? You were far too tired to be concerned about all of that now, that was an issue for when you woke up. The last things you remember were Sanemi’s hands pulling your towel off, tucking you under his soft sheets and kissing your temple. “I’ll be back in a second.” You mumbled some sort of okay before giving in to your body’s needs.

Sanemi on the other hand was making his way down the hall back to Genya’s room, grabbing your phone before turning to head back. He fully intended on leaving Genya’s room in a slightly dishevelled state, smug satisfaction filling him as he entered his room and locked the door. Before Sanemi gave in to sleep, there was something he absolutely needed to do. He set your phone on his nightstand, reaching for his own after the fact. Tapping the screen revealed all the messages “you” had sent him. His eyes eagerly took in everything he had taken, he decided it would be best to send the video first.

Genya set his tool down as his phone buzzed, Sanemi’s contact lighting up the screen. He’d only been gone for about two hours at this point, his stomach dropped as he slid open the message

Nemi: Here's some jerk off material for ya.

Attached to the text was a video file, one that made Genya’s stomach drop. “I’ll be right back, Zenitsu, Tanjiro.” He was standing up and walking out the door before they could even respond. His hands were shaking, eyes locked on the blurry thumbnail to the video attached. Without even clicking play, he could already tell it was someone’s body. “No fucking way, no… I knew I should have never left you alone with him.”

Genya pushed the men’s room door open, storming down to the furthest stall. He was absolutely livid and he hadn’t even seen the video's context. For all he fucking knew, it could be some random girl he invited over. Then again that was just wishful thinking. He took a deep breath, making sure his volume was low before he clicked play. It was exactly as he feared, you were flat on your back, legs pressed to your chest. He was frozen, watching the video play out, your face was only visible for a moment but it was clearly covered in something. The majority of the video was focused on where his brother kept disappearing and reappearing inside of you.

He was horrified, the low volume only granted him some of the noises you were making, but it was unmistakably your voice. Your voice screaming his brother’s name. The video itself was only about a minute long, “please for fuck sake at least be wearing protection.” He watched Sanemi’s dick pull out nearly half way, sure enough there was no sign of a condom. His older brother had fucked his best friend…raw. He could have thrown up at the thought. Yet he still watched the video in full, dick shamelessly twitching to life.

“Fuck…” he couldn’t get over how cute your whines sounded. The video ended abruptly, leaving Genya to stare at himself through the black screen. Genya stayed still, once Sanemi saw he had read the texts, there were a series of pictures waiting for him when he closed the video. He couldn’t breathe, not when he was staring at such lewd photos of you. He swallowed, not knowing what to do with himself, especially when he was being suffocated in such a small bathroom stall. He had to simply ignore the persistent twitch between his legs.

Genya: didn’t I fucking tell you to stay away?

Nemi: You did, I didn’t listen.

Genya: fucking clearly.

Nemi: notice anything about those pictures? The video maybe?

Genya: the fact that you fucked my best friend raw??

Nemi: look closer.

After a moment of studying, Genya realized.

Genya: you fucked her on my bed?????

Nemi: on your bed…in the guest bathroom…in your shower. Probably in my own bed too once she wakes up.

Genya clicked off his phone, contemplating if it would be worth throwing it against the wall. He decided against it, shoving his phone in his hoodie pocket and storming out of the bathroom stall. He was livid for a few reasons, ironically the picture and video weren’t even the main reason. The main reason was the fact that he was incredibly turned on. How was he supposed to focus on the stupid fucking project when he was painfully hard.

“I’m going to fucking kill both of them.” He swallowed, making his way to the row of sinks. He braced himself on the counter, one image in particular was haunting him, your face covered in his big brother’s cum. He turned on the skin a moment after, cold water pouring from the faucet. Genya would spend another ten minutes in the bathroom, splashing his face with cold water in hopes of calming down. His pride was already hurt, there was no way he was getting off alone in a bathroom stall.

Sanemi on the other hand was comfortable under his blankets, pulling you to his chest. Sure it was a dirty move doing such a thing to his little brother, but he knew Genya well enough that the younger boy would just take it. It was cruel really, but at the moment Sanemi couldn’t care less. Not when he finally had you in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

How I wanna chew on him.🥰🥰

@chamomiletealeaf babe, Here’s a lovely picture for you!!!🥰🥺

if I found him like this I'd get a little nasty 😛

ⓘ You can Bite your Friends.

Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

porn star dancing - s.r.

spencer reid x fem bau reader

she wraps those hands around that pole, and she licks those lips and off we go…

warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI!! slight violence, mentions of a made up bau case, jealousy, dom!spencer, sub!reader, pole dancing, lap dance, grinding, kissing

based on porn star dancing by my darkest days

part two.

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

It has been an absolute whirlwind the last 4 months.

This was the first case having Spencer back in his full capacity. Emily had him stay behind with Penn for the first few cases once he was approved to return to the BAU, just to give him time to adjust before putting him out in the field again. He's changed since going to prison, but you couldn't blame him. You had no idea what he'd gone through on the inside, as there had been clear orders from higher up that while his investigation was going on the team couldn't visit him. You wrote him a letter every week he was locked up, to which they all remained unanswered. You couldn't be sure they were even reaching him, but they were never sent back as undelivered so you could only assume they reached him.

However you knew whatever occurred couldn't have been good, watching as a darkness had taken over your previously sweet and goofy best friend. Spencer seemed more withdrawn, more... angry. Despite all of that, your feelings for him have only seemed to triple since he's returned. But he's done a complete 180, he's quicker to lash out at anyone— especially you. You couldn't understand why he was so angry with you. He refused to talk to you more than absolutely necessary, which didn't help your already confused feelings. You had tried multiple times to get him to open up, which usually ended with him snapping at you to drop it and leaving the room.

You had been madly in love with the man for years, something he never picked up on. Despite how good of a profiler he was, as Emily so eloquently put it— his IQ of 187 was slashed to 60 when a pretty girl so much as looked at him. You had planned on telling him how you felt before he was locked up, but the universe was not on your side. The timing was never right, or your worries he didn't feel the same kept you from expressing how much you loved him. Spencer was your best friend, had been since you joined the team right after Gideon left. As much as you knew he should know about your feelings, you didn't want to ruin that special bond you had. But since he's returned it's like you don't exist to him. It hurt, and you knew from overhearing his conversations with Emily or Penn that he went through hell while locked up. So you decided to try and give him time and space, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for you. Patience was never one of your strong suits. You just wanted to hold him, comfort him— take away all that darkness the clouded his once bright eyes.

The current case has brought the team to Jefferson, Texas where a man was killing strippers and leaving their tortured corpses at local lovers lane. It was pretty brutal, and for Spencer's first case back in the field you had hoped he could handle it. As much as you wanted to give him the space he deserved, you were only human. So you had tried to make conversation with him on the jet, and again at the precinct but he kept blowing you off. You still couldn't wrap your head around why he suddenly hated you so much. But you tried to look past it and focus on the case at hand. Your feelings would have to wait, especially when people's lives were at stake.

There were 4 victims, and so far the only thing connecting them was their appearance and occupation at the few strip clubs in town. Besides the profile we had built, we didn't have many suspects to go off. He was a white male, late 20's-30's that frequented the local strip clubs. That made up for about half the town. He most likely had a previous criminal record, starting as a peeping tom before escalating to more heinous crimes. Due to his extensive torture of his victims, it was clear that the victims were surrogates for someone in the unsub's life. Your guess was his mother was a stripper, as he specifically sought out that occupation in his victims. The rage he showed these women was horrifying, and the way he dumped their bodies told the team he wanted to humiliate them. Being found naked and posed provocatively in a lover's lane was clearly a message. But the amount of dead ends and lack of sleep has made the entire team exhausted. Arriving back at the station the next morning, Prentiss seemed to have a new sense of purpose as she gathered everyone in the small conference room at the station where we had set up for the time being.

You were seated next to Spencer, a little surprised that the male didn't immediately get up and move once you took the empty seat next to him. Maybe that was progress? It was the closest you've been able to get to him in weeks, as he actively avoided you. But you tried not to put too much thought into it, as you didn't want to be let down once again. Turning your focus back to your unit chief, blowing on the cup of hot coffee in your hands. Prentiss looked somewhat hopeful as she addressed everyone, curious as to if she'd found a lead over the previous night.

"So, I know we've been at a dead end the past couple of days. But after thinking things through last night... I have an idea."

Prentiss crosses her arms over her chest, leaning against one of the desks.

"After discussing it in length last night with Rossi, we think we should send in some agents to go undercover at the club."

No one said anything, but you couldn't help but think it was a good idea. That is until the next words left Prentiss' mouth.

"y/l/n, we're sending you in."

You nearly spit out the coffee that you had just sipped, your eyes widening in shock.

"You mean... as a stripper?"

Prentiss nodded, to which a wolf whistle sounded in the room. You quickly shot a glare Alvez's way, to which he just wiggled his eyebrows in response. You felt Spencer tense up beside you, but you couldn't look at him. Why would he care anyway?

"W-Why me? I mean I'm not..."

Your words trail off, not wanting to finish that sentence. You? Sexy? That's not a word you would've used to describe yourself. As you had never felt very confident about your body, so it is quite the shock that you would be chosen for something like this. Strippers required some ounce of confidence to do that job...

"You fit his type... appearance and age wise. You're really the only one we could send it for this."

Emily explained, which did make sense. You were the youngest on the team, and unfortunately did fit the physical description of what the unsub seemed to like. Minus the occupation of course. While you had gone undercover before, it was never as this central of a role. It made you nervous, not wanting to let the team or anyone else down.

"This is unethical, how can we even be sure the unsub will fall for it? She’s never gone undercover like that before Prentiss.”

Spencer's voice was harsh, causing you to wince slightly. His words hurt, now knowing just how little he thought of you. How he expected that you couldn't be convincing enough to get the unsub under your thumb. You don't understand how or why prison turned him so cruel, made him despise you but that was no reason for him to treat you so terribly. You decided right then you'd prove to him just how capable you really are, how you will make Spencer Reid regret those words.

"No - I can do it."

Your tone is firm as you throw a glare his way, Prentiss beaming at you. Spencer's eyes were dark as he glared back, his jaw tense. He could be angry all he wanted, it wasn't his decision to make.

"Perfect, it's settled. Reid and Alvez we'll have you go into the club as well. Just to pose as customers. The rest of us will be posted outside the club. y/l/n, let's get you over to there to brief you for the night."

You quickly get up and follow Prentiss, leaving the conference room. Alvez whooped again as you both left the room, smacking his hand in a high five on the way out.

"Alright, give us a show y/l/n!"

You couldn't help the smirk from formed on your lips as you followed Prentiss out of the station.  A plan beginning to form in your head, oh you'd give them a show alright.

You'd spent the remainder of the day at the club, meeting with a few of the other dancers there to get an idea of what the hell you were going to be doing. Despite the brave face you put on in front of the team, you were terrified. But if it meant getting one bad guy off the streets you'd happily shake your ass on stage. It honestly was a bit funny trying to watch you spin on the pole at first, thankful that only Emily saw you make a complete fool of yourself. But you eventually got the hang of it, it wasn't perfect but all you needed was enough to catch the unsub's attention and keep it.

However knowing Spencer would be there, just adds a whole other thrill to this experience. Even though he clearly didn't want anything to do with you, that didn't stop you from wanting to put on a show for him. Not only to prove to him just how capable you were of going undercover and catching this asshole. But to make him see exactly what he was missing out on, what he had been all these years. You ended up letting Luke in on your plan, who happily agreed to help in any way you needed. Once Reid had gone away you'd become extremely close friends, nothing more though. He had his eye on a certain tech goddess. Luke and Penn were really the only ones who got you through those terrible 3 months.

While you hadn't spoken to her since the decision was made, Penelope seemed to know your thoughts the moment Emily filled her in on the undercover detail. She was the first person you had ever told about your feelings for Spencer, which she thankfully kept to herself. But knowing Penn, she had to be involved in the choice of your outfit. A black lacy number with some deep violet pumps. They got you a lavender silk cover up to wear in the meantime, so at least you could try and feel more comfortable until the time came. You didn't exactly love the idea of all your coworkers seeing that much of your body, but it was for the greater good.

The women you had been working with all day were so kind, extremely willing to take you under their wing. Especially knowing you could help catch the bastard that had been hunting down their friends. They gave you as much advice as they could, even showing you how to give a proper lap dance. While you'd had plenty of sexual encounters before, that was something you'd never done. The closer it got to 11 PM, the more nervous you felt. Staring at yourself in the vanity mirror you almost couldn't believe the transformation you'd gone through in just a few hours. You looked... hot. Your hair was done in curls that cascaded down your back, simple winged liner and red lipstick with fluttery lashes.

It was more than you usually did for yourself, but you liked it. Not to mention the 'outfit' (if you could even call it that) hugged and accentuated all your curves. The girls even let you pick out the song you were dancing to. Porn Star Dancing... it definitely fit the situation. The girls were chatting excitedly to each other, nerves twisting in your stomach the later it got. Adjusting your hair to cover the ear piece, thankful that you would still able to be hear what was going on with the team. Hearing Spencer and Luke in your ear not long later, letting Emily know they were in positions and ready. There was a shot glass sitting in front of you, haven already taken one shot in an attempt to calm your nerves. You took one more with a grimace, the vodka sliding down your throat with a slight burn.

"You ready y/l/n?"

Prentiss asked over the headset, noticing as the other girls had slowly filed out onto the stage leaving you alone in the dressing room.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You replied, standing up and slipping the silk robe off of you. Double checking yourself in the mirror, before unwrapping a lollipop and slipping it in your mouth. The girls had suggested it, sucking on candy, seemed to drive customers wild. You could use all the extra help you could get. Leaving the dressing room behind you made it to the curtains, taking a peek out to gage your surroundings. You could see Luke from the limited view, sitting up near the bar. The one you desperately craved to see wasn't in your line of sight, not yet anyway. Hearing the intro music for the song play you step out onto the stage. Walking in time with the beat, the other girls having taken the sides of the stage. Which put you front and center. You can do this. Taking a deep breath, wrapping your hands around the cool metal of the pole.

Kelly won't kiss my friend Kassandra.

Jessica won't play ball.

Mandy won't share her friend Miranda,

Doesn't anybody live at all?

You could feel the hungry gazes on you already, attempting to calm your nerves. The familiar lyrics of the song continued as you slowly twisted yourself around the pole. Your eyes scanning the audience of men, until they landed on him. He was sitting in the front row, dressed in a flannel shirt, white tank and jeans, much different then the Spencer you were used to. But he was playing a part too, a hick in a strip club. His eyes were unreadable in the darkness, but his body language told you he was tense. Feeling adrenaline shoot through you as his gaze followed your every move, feeling your confidence beginning to increase.

Amanda won't leave me empty-handed,

Got her number from a bathroom stall.

Brandy just got way too much baggage,

And that shit just gets old...

You could see the bills flying at the stage already, greedily grabbing some from a man with a beer belly who was closest to you. Stuffing them in your bra before continuing to spin around the pole as the music got to its chorus.

But I got a girl who can put on a show...

The dollar decides how far you can go with her...

You're utilizing all the moves the girls had taught you earlier, sliding your back down the pole until you reached the ground. Now on your hands and knees, crawling across the stage. Tossing your hair back, arching your back in the process. The men were flocking to the stage with bills clutched in their fists. You're quick to finish sucking on the lollipop before discarding it in one of the hungry men's mouth with a wink. You gladly let one of the other dancers take over as you rose to your feet once more, sliding some more money into the waistband of your panties.

She wraps those hands around that pole,

She licks those lips and off we go.

And she takes it off nice and slow,

'Cause that's porn star dancing...

You had a few goals here, the main one being getting the unsub's attention. The other was making Spencer Reid regret his recent actions over the past month. If his shitty behavior continued after tonight, you were done. As much as the thought of him no longer in your life hurt, you knew it wasn’t fair to yourself to keep pursuing something that had no end in sight. Using the multiple poles on the stage to your advantage, working your way to the stairs leading down from the stage. Another dancer following behind you, quickly finding the lap of a male in the front row. Prentiss told you to mingle with the guests, give a lap dance if you were comfortable doing so. However, there was only one lap you had intended to sit on tonight.

She don't play nice, she makes me beg.

And she drops that dress around her legs.

And I'm sitting right by the stage,

For this porn star dancing...

Many men had come up to you while you made your way over to him. One landing a slap on your ass in the process, sliding you a twenty dollar bill afterwards. While the unwelcome touches and all these eyes on you made you uncomfortable, his heated gaze was all you could focus on about in this moment. By the time you had finally reached him, you could tell he was done for. Spencer’s hazel eyes were full blown onyx, greedily drinking in the sight of you. Swinging your leg over him, climbing easily onto his lap. Your red lips went to his ear, teeth gently grazing along the lobe.

"Play along Dr. Reid."

Your freshly manicured nails dragged down his chest, hips grinding onto him almost too easily. His large hands found you hips, holding them still.

"What do you think you're doing?"

His tone was stern, and yet you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quickly removing one of the hands from your hips to suck on his middle finger instead. Feeling the bulge growing beneath you from your actions, which is exactly the reaction you had hoped for.

"Giving a paying customer a lap dance..."

You reply once you had removed his finger from your mouth. Giving him another sultry look before switching around so your back was to him. His hands immediately started roaming your figure, as you continued to grind yourself against him as the song continued to play. Leaning your head back against his shoulder, feeling his breath tickling the skin of your cheek. Grabbing his roaming hands and bringing them to rest on your thighs. Spencer’s large hands felt hot against your skin, nearly moaning as they traveled up higher. Feeling how hard he was beneath you made feel more confident, knowing you had to stop this before it went too far.

As much as you didn’t want to, you stood back up between his legs, turning to face him once more. Your fingers aggressively grab the curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. The hungry look simmering in his eyes made you nearly clench your thighs together. But you stopped yourself, despite the growing heat between your thighs. Spencer doesn't have the control here... you do. Your lips are once again drawn to his ear, pressing a kiss on the way there, leaving a lipstick stain behind. You could feel his pulse racing under your lips, pride filling your chest knowing that you had this much of an effect on him.

"Now be a good boy and pay me for that dance."

He wordlessly pulls out a $50 dollar bill, much to your surprise. He's quick to slide it right between your breasts, his fingers lingering there a little longer than necessary. His touch made you shiver, but you didn’t let your confidence waver, he didn’t have the upper hand here. Spencer’s jaw was clenched, the bulge straining against his jeans. Another giggle slipping past your lips at how worked up you had gotten him. Only to leave him hanging. Good. He deserves to know how it feels to feel rejected and shoved aside. Blowing him a kiss you make your way back towards the stage, feeling his eyes following you the whole way. You resume dancing as the song changes, your eyes meeting Luke's as he gives you a small round of applause from his place at the bar. His eyes were wide, and he looked surprised but also very proud. Honestly you had surprised even yourself with your actions, not knowing you had it in you.

An almost unrecognizable confidence continues to fill you as you continue dancing, using the pole behind you to your advantage. You can tell Spencer is still watching you, without even having to look over at him. Feeling his gaze burning holes through your, the feeling exhilarating. But you were here to do your job, you try to remind yourself as you glance around the room in search of anyone suspicious. You hadn't noticed him right away, but besides Spencer he was the only one gazing at you with such a wicked look in their eyes. It gave you the chills, but not in the way you were feeling moments before. There was an underlying violence in his stare, in his whole stance. This had to be him, you could feel it in your gut. While your back is turned away from the crowd of males, you're quick to whisper into your mic.

"Man in the black jacket, AC/DC shirt, cowboy hat. Front row. He's right by you Reid."

As you turn back around you notice Luke moving from his position at the bar, getting closer to the stage as you hear voices in the headset asking to get a close up on him. You meet the man's eyes once more, a smile on your lips as he gets up towards the stage. He's coming right for you, playing directly into your hands. The male leans on the edge of the stage now, nearest to you. He beckons you over with his index finger, pulling out a wad of cash as you sink gracefully down to your knees, crawling over to him. Feeling his hot, stale breath on your face you try not make a face of disgust.

"What's your name sugar? You must be new."

His harsh eyes rake in your figure as you push your arms together, purposefully accentuating your breasts. Fluttering your lashes, pulling out all the physical stops to keep his attention focused on you. He had a thick southern accent, but it didn't sound the rest of the folks you'd heard since arriving here. From what you could gather he didn't seem like a local, but could easily blend in with the clientele that frequented this establishment. 

"Lola."

You reply quickly, the name inspired by one of your favorite childhood characters. Lola Bunny. Hearing Prentiss in your ear, encouraging you further. You could see Luke and Spencer behind him, subtly moving closer, both making sure to keep a close eye on the male in front of you. 

"That's a pretty name, how much for a private dance from ya?"

The question made your stomach drop immediately, knowing just what would happen if he got you alone. But the team wouldn't let it get that far, right? You hear Prentiss in your ear then, '$150 for a private dance. Just try to keep him talking.' He was attractive, you could admit that. That must have been why so many women were willing to be alone with him. But there was something off, your instincts warning you to stay far away.

"$150, do I get to know your name handsome?"

He chuckles, fingers reaching out to graze your arm. Goosebumps breaking out across your skin, but not in the way he thinks. You keep the flirty smile on your face, keeping your composure despite the way your stomach turned the more he looked at you. 

"It's Jarek. How long until I can get that dance Lola?"

The way he said your fake name made the bile rise in your throat, but you quickly swallow it down. Leaning in towards him, your lips right by his ear. Judging by how much Spencer liked it when you did this, you knew it had to get him riled.

"Private dances start at 12:30... meet you in room 3."

Grabbing the cowboy hat off his head, setting it on your own before returning to your feet and walking off the stage, heading back toward the dressing rooms. Breathing a sigh of relief as soon as you know the male can no longer see you. The nausea subsiding the moment you were out of view of his wicked gaze.  

"Good job y/l/n, we'll get that room ready. You gonna be okay to get a dance started?"

Once you were out of sight and in the dressing room, you're quick to remove the hat. Setting it on the vanity table and wrapping the silk robe around your frame.

"Yes. How long will I have to..."

You trailed off, taking your lower lip between your teeth. Waiting to hear Prentiss respond, nervously fiddling with the tie of the robe. 

"Hopefully not long. Garcia is working on that name, since it's not so common we're hoping to find something before it'll get too far. Alvez, Reid, one of you ask the bartender about that guy. See if he's a regular or a drifter."

You nearly collapse on the chaise lounge, your feet already sore from the heels. Taking them off immediately, rubbing your feet and removing the money from your undergarments. You hear the beads in the doorframe move, alerting you that you're no longer alone. Glancing up to find none other then Spencer, his chest heaving as if he's run a marathon. You look at him questioningly, removing your earpiece and mic for the time being.

"You're not supposed to be back here Reid..."

You trail off, your voice nearly a whisper as he stalks towards you. Getting up slowly, trying to put some distance between the two of you. Walking until your back is flush against the bathroom door that's connected to the dressing room. Spencer doesn't stop though, not until your chests are touching, his large hand leaning against the door next to your head. He had that same desire reflecting in his eyes, the kind that makes you nearly tremble beneath him. A predator having found and caught his prey. 

"That was quite a show angel..."

His voice is rough, almost angry as his other hand is now trailing down your side, fire licking your skin with each touch. It slips underneath the silk robe, grasping your thigh causing you to whimper slightly. Mentally cursed yourself for the slip up, seeing a small smirk tugging on his lips. 

"I w-was just doing my job Reid."

You tried to sound confident, but all that previous confidence disappeared the moment he started touching you. Both of you knowing who was in charge now. He chuckled humorously, his fingertips tracing the skin of your thigh before lifting it up to wrap around his hip.

"Teasing me... was that your job love?"

Biting you lip, attempting to look anywhere but his beautiful face. Spencer wouldn't allow it, his hand leaving your thigh to keep your gazes level with each other. His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen them, the dominance he was exuding making you completely compliant under his rough hands. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties, thanking the lord that they were dark enough to hide your arousal. At least for now. This wasn't the sweet, innocent Spencer that you had fallen in love with all those years ago. That version of him seemed long gone, and yet you couldn't find it in yourself to care when he was touching you like this. But you wanted to push him a little more though, desperate for more of a reaction. Keeping your gaze locked on his, just like he had wanted. 

"Well if you didn't enjoy yourself I could've given Alvez a dance instead...."

The moment the words left your mouth you knew you were done for. The brunette grabbing your hips, lifting you up as he crashed his lips onto yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers tangling in his curls as you hold him closer. The kiss was angry, urgent and yet... loving at the same time. It was something you had waited years for, since you had started at the BAU. Letting yourself grind your hips into his, earning you a delicious groan as he broke your lips apart. One of his hands managed to slip between your bodies, grabbing at your clothed breast. You couldn't stop the whine that left you, his large hands feeling every inch of skin he could reach. His eyes stayed locked onto yours, the hunger in them turning you into putty in his hands.

"Fuck, you feel so good angel."

The curse word sounded so foreign coming from him, and yet it only encouraged you more. Lifting your hips again, desperately wanting to feel more of him. Spencer let out a groan, which turned from one of pleasure into one of annoyance. You could tell he didn't want to stop, giving you a look as if to say behave. Spencer gently sets you back on your feet before clicking his earpiece back on. Your lipstick was smeared across his lips from the urgency of the kiss, smirking at the sight. He looked utterly wrecked already, but you couldn't imagine that you looked much better. 

"I'm with her, she's safe. Does she really have to be alone with him? This doesn't seem like a good idea."

The concern in his tone made your heart flutter, hands tracing the little bit of skin exposed by the collar of his shirt. His expression was hard to read, watching you carefully as he spoke to Prentiss. As much as you didn't want to leave your little bubble, you both still had a job to do. The reality of that was starting to set in again. 

"Understood. I'll get her prepped."

He switched off his mic again, tilting your chin up to give you another kiss. This one was more gentle, a flicker of the soft Spencer you knew. He pulled away too soon for your liking, a small pout forming on your swollen lips.

"Come on love, you owe a sleaze ball a dance."

His tone was laced with jealousy, something you'd never expected from Spencer up until this moment. He stepped back from you, leaving just enough room for you to scoot past him. But not enough so your bodies brushed against each other again. You wanted nothing more than to let him ravage your against that bathroom door, but it wasn't the time or place for that. With a small sigh you sat back down at the vanity, glancing at yourself in the reflection. Your own lipstick was smeared across your lips, hair tousled. You quickly grab a makeup wipe, removing the lipstick and opting for a clear lip gloss instead. The male was leaning against the door that you were previously pressed against, those hazel pools never leaving you. Turning around in your seat, grabbing a fresh makeup wipe and motioning him towards you.

"Come here Spence, I gotta clean you up too."

He followed your instructions, kneeling himself in between your open legs. You were now face to face, his height no longer towering over you. Gently pressing the wipe to his mouth, cleaning up the evidence of your heated exchange moments before. His previously tense features relaxed, the most you've seen since he's returned. A small smile gracing your features, happy to have been the reason for his relaxed state. 

"We need to talk... once this is over."

He mumbled against the wipe, his hands resting on your thighs. Nodding in response, biting your lower lip as you finished cleaning him up. It was hard to think straight when he was touching you, but you needed to focus. You had to have a clear head going into this.

"What did Emily tell you?"

You threw the wipe into the trash bin, attempting to tame his curls that you had messed up moments before. His gaze had softened, the anger and urgency had subsided for the moment. The tender look he was giving you made your heart swell, desperately wishing you could stay here with him. 

"They need you to provoke him, Garcia found him. From his current record and history... we think he's our guy. Unfortunately besides your hunch, we don't have enough to arrest him right now. We need more."

While it was relieving to hear you were correct... the thought of being alone with this guy made the nausea come rushing back. Spencer must have seen the look of panic cross your features, as he's quick to pull your into his arms.

"You'll be safe, we'll be on the other side of that wall. The team has cameras set up, the room is bugged. I'll be there if anything happens okay?"

His lips are at your ear as you bury your face into his neck, breathing him in. He smelled like coffee, cinnamon and books... completely Spencer. His scent, his touch was comforting but it wasn't enough to stop your heart from racing at what you were about to do. Give a potential serial killer a lap dance... you'd have anyone beat in a game of 2 truths and a lie.

"He's waiting... Let's get this over with."

You reluctantly pull away from his embrace, pulling the heels back on with a sigh. Spencer helps you to your feet, choosing to leave the silk robe on. Gives you something to work with, or stall with. Spencer grabbing the cowboy hat and setting it back on your head, leading you down the hall that leads to the private rooms. There are two entrances, one for the customers and one for the dancers. Once you reach the door with the number 3 and you feel like you could pass out. Spencer's hand on the small of your back being the only thing keeping you grounded. He slips a bracelet on your wrist, clasping it gently. You glance at him questioningly, eyes searching his. He dips his head down to your ear, whispering despite the loud bass around you.

"It's an emergency button. Press the back and hold it if you need us to come in there. But we'll be listening and watching okay?"

Letting out a sigh, you nod as he presses a kiss to your temple and a smack on your ass before entering the room next to you. The tenderness and erotic nature of both actions have your head reeling as you open the door. The room was lit just like the rest, color changing lights illuminating the male sitting in the chair. His eyes were guarded, a dangerous glint in them as he undressed you with his gaze.

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Dinner’s In The Oven

Dinner’s In The Oven

Tony Stark X Pregnant!Reader

Prompt(s) from anonymous: Tony x reader where tony is super busy working on new designs in his lab and the reader hints at being pregnant but tony is too busy and oblivious until he puts the pieces together?? Thanks love!

Note(s): This is so freaking cute!! After that clip in the beginning of Infinity War, I know that Tony would be so excited to have a child with the love of his life. I tried to make it fluffy, haha. Enjoy, dearies!

Warning(s): Fluff.

Word Count: 1,105.

(y/n) bit their lip and looked down at the test in their hand for the fifth time. They worried that perhaps they’d read the sign wrong, but nope, there it was, still as clear as day. Positive, it told them.

Without a doubt, as told by the three other discorded tests, (y/n) was pregnant.

J.A.R.V.I.S., ever vigilant, picked up on (y/n)’s anxiety. He knew the way they paced and bit at their lip when something was bothering them. Knowing that Sir would appreciate him stepping in, he said, “(y/n), it would be a good idea to infirm Sir. I believe he would be quite overjoyed at the news.”

A smile managed to grace their lips. Grateful, because J.A.R.V.I.S. knew them so well. “Yeah? I certainly wasn’t going to keep it from him. Any idea how to tell him? He’s down in his lab working right now. Almost nothing can tear him from that.”

“In everything that he does, you are his primary reason. I recommend walking down and sitting him down for a talk. He’d listen.”

(y/n) rolled their eyes but knew that the AI had a point. With a word of thanks, they headed for the elevator. Just the minute ride down to the lab was enough to work up their nerves again. Seeing Tony, however, running from hologram to hologram, soothed every fear that plagued their heart. 

“Hey (y/n)!” Tony called, sparing them a glance before he rushed over to another hologram. There was a fiery spark in his eye. It seemed he was going hard at his current project. 

“Hey honey. What are you working on?”

The grin on Tony’s face widened. “Nanotech! It’s going to be the next step in advancing the Iron Man technology.”

(y/n) hummed as they leaned against the closest worktable. Their stomach brushed against it’s surface, and just the thought of the baby growing inside them brought butterflies swarming again. Good butterflies, though, they knew.

“When can you take a brief break? I’d hate to tear you away from something urgent.”

Tony waved his hand in dismissal. “I can take a break in like, five minutes. I just have to finish polishing the design. Hey, do you know what we’re having for dinner tonight?”

A flicker of an idea formed. Tony liked puzzles, right? And he was obviously still obsessed with working, running around as he talked. If they just dropped a few clues, he’d get it eventually. (y/n) smirked to themselves as they pretended to think over dinner ideas. 

“Uh, I don’t know, but we should make something nice and big. You know, I’ve been so hungry recently. It’s almost like I’m eating for two, haha!”

“You have been eating a lot recently,” Tony mused. “You’ve also been eating some weird combinations, but hey, who am I to argue? Some people are eating pineapples on pizza of all things. Wicked souls!” He tisked, albeit teasingly. 

“I have been eating some weird stuff, huh? Some things just taste good together, you know? Sometimes they make me nauseous though. It’s been happening to me randomly throughout the day.”

That wasn’t a lie. The random bouts of sickness were what had drawn (y/n) to take the pregnancy test anyways. Tony was convinced that it was food poisoning from the combinations. He argued that some foods just weren’t meant to go together. Pregnancy made much more sense, however.

Tony chuckled as he typed away on one of the various computers around the room. “It’s almost like you’re pregnant, (y/n)!” “Seems like it, huh?” They laughed, knowing that he was mere millimeters from the truth. “Could you imagine that, Tony? Waiting to becoming a father, picking out names while we wait, designing a baby room. You’d be so excited when they’d arrive, to have them follow you around the tower.”

Tony hummed, thoughtfully, as he closed down two holograms. He wondered towards the next few to close them too. (y/n) could spot the fond smile that tugged at his cheeks. “Have I told you about those daydreams that often?” 

“Perhaps,” (y/n) said. They furrowed their brows, suddenly doubting something. They glanced over towards their husband as he finished closing down every hologram. “You’d be excited if that were to become a reality… right?”

“Of course!” Tony said, sounding only slightly offended. Finally, he brought (y/n) in for a hug and peppered their face with kisses he meant to give them as soon as they’d come down. (y/n) giggled when he nosed into the juncture of their neck, pressing more kisses where he could. 

(y/n) ran a hand through his hair. Well, it was either now or never. Willing their hands not to shake, they pulled his forehead to theirs and pressed a kiss to his lips. When they both parted they whispered, “So what if I told you I had a bun in the oven for dinner tonight?”

Tony blinked. Then blinked again. A gigantic smile spread over his face as everything just seemed to click.

“Wait… for real? Like, for real for real?”

“Yes!” (y/n) laughed. Tears welled up in their eyes as it finally hit them. They were pregnant. They were going to have a family with Tony. A beautiful child made by the two of them. It was real and happening and no longer a daydream they told each other about. 

(y/n) squealed as Tony picked them up and twirled them around the room. He pressed more and more kisses to (y/n)’s lips, who reciprocated likewise and wrapped their arms around his neck. He was rubbing his hands over (y/n)’s stomach, compulsively, as though he were in a trance. His brown eyes were wide with both disbelief and utter excitement.

“When did you find out?”

“Just a few minutes ago. J.A.R.V.I.S. said I should just come down.”

Tony purred as he placed another kiss on (y/n)’s lips. “I knew I could always count on him. Would you like a celebratory dinner, my darling? Take-out, movies, and cuddling on the couch while we look up names?”

“Tony Stark, that sounds wonderful.”

The inventor picked up his pregnant spouse without hesitation. J.A.R.V.I.S. ordered the take-out as the happy couple settled in for a night of research and cuddles. In eight short but torturously long months, all those daydreams were going to come true. For the both of them, it was most definitely a dream come true. 

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