#<- let you put ur hands on me in my skin tight jeans be your teenage dream tonight…. do you get it. do you

[dayurno]

save me kevjean teenage dream… save me….

[kurusick]

Can you please write a smug where Mike takes the readers virginity

♡ was i good?

NSFW!mike schmidt x reader

tags- SMUT/NSFW!!, loss of virginity, mike helps you through it, whimpering and moaning.., riding, neck kisses.., a bit of fluff at the end, MIKE GETS TO CREAM TOO!!!!!!! 😡

an: i am sitting like an evil villain this is a wonderful idea thank you… on another note count how many times i said cock in this lmfao😭

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you had known mike for a while now, moving in next door a few months ago. you walked over and gave him cookies, meeting his little sister and instantly connecting. you started coming over every night, watching abby, cooking dinner, and tidying the house while he was away. you were his personal house wife. he liked that; almost as much as he liked you.

mike had dropped abby off at school, and you had come by to pick up one of the dishes you had used to bring over dinner. you walked in, giving a quick “hey” as you walked to the kitchen. mikes eyes followed you. you were wearing shorts and a tank. you rummaged through the kitchen, bending over in the dishwasher to look for your container. mike was floored. he had never seen you like this, usually wearing jeans and a t shirt. but shorts ? he could clearly see the outline of your pussy. he rested a hand on his mouth, having a mental battle in his head.

“mike i can’t find the dish…” you called, half embarrassed. you swore you had put it in the dishwasher before you left, but it was no where to be found. mike emerged in the kitchen, his hands resting on his crotch. you paid no mind.

you turned to mike, asking a simple “where is it” to which he replied “oven.” you nodded opening the oven door, bending down in-front of him to finally grab the pan. you heard mike audibly sigh, you turned and stood, confused. he was biting his lip and his hand were now gripping his crotch. your eyes grew wide.

“mike-“ you were cut off “i’m sorry i just, those shorts and that shirt- i mean tank, whatever it is it’s just-“ he sighed, half expecting you to yell at him. you did the exact opposite. “i mean.. i could, try? and.. help.” mike blinked in shock. you walked closer to him, moving his hands from his cock and placing one of your own, the other resting on his shoulder. “i.. haven’t done this before.” you blabbed, trying to tear off the bandaid. you were never one to be interested in sex… but sex with mike ? jesus you would cross the ocean to have sex with him.

“i can.. guide you” he whispered, placing his hands on your hips. you nodded and he led you his room, pulling off his pants. you did the same. he sat on the bed, patting his lap. he was rock hard. you climbed ontop of him, knees resting on either side of his thighs. mike took his cock in his hand, lining it up with ur entrance.

“tell me if it hurts, okay?” you nodded, slowly lowering yourself onto him. you felt his tip press against your hole and ur mind half blanked. he wasn’t even inside and it already felt amazing. you lowered yourself more, until the entire head was in. you were panting, half drooling. mike felt so good in you.

“f-fuckk you’re tight.” his breath hitched as you lowered yourself more, his girth stretching you out. you felt so full and he wasn’t even fully inside. mike couldn’t hold on any longer and bucked into you, letting his full length finally be sheathed inside your pussy. you moaned, grabbing his shoulders as your pussy pulsed around him. he was stretching out your cunt so good.

“you ok?” he whispered in ur ear, rubbing circles into your back. you nodded, and mike slowly started to fuck you. his hands were on ur hips, bouncing you up and down. it was slow, but god it felt amazing.

mikes head was burrowed in ur neck, kissing and nipping at any skin his mouth could latch onto. all you could do was whine as mike had his way with you.

“god.. so pretty on my cock.. can’t believe i get to have you first..” you moaned. mike was making you feel so good it was almost unbearable. everything was so hot and the way he was stretching you out made you want to scream. mike removed one of his hands from your hips, placing his thumb on your clit to rub circles. you saw stars. “m-mike..” you whined, feeling your release. mike sucked your neck and replied with a hum, fucking into you faster. your pussy clenched around him and you came, hard.

mike fucked you through it, and your body was starting to feel like jelly. “just a little more okay? just- so close baby… i’m so fucking close” mike mumbled into your neck, whimpering. his thrusts became sloppy as he spewed into your sopping cunt, painting your walls white. you let out a broken moan, feeling his hot seed inside you. you felt so full of him.

you were both panting. mike had pulled back from your neck, looking you in the eye. your stomach felt fuzzy. he still managed to be so cute even when he’d just fucked you.

you smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss, pulling away and breaking the silence.

“was i good?”

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[khazadspoon]

Troublemaker westernmeowmeow here! Invading ur inbox AGAIN... Uhhhh

Perhaps Rowdy/Jesús 🥺👉👈

32. Tease

your wish is my command 🫡 maybe part of the college au we were talking about???

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The blanket is a warm weight over the two of them, a barrier between them and the cool evening breeze. Rowdy wraps his arms around Jesús, the man sitting comfortably between his thighs and leaning back against his chest.

“Comfortable?” He asks, resting his chin on Jesús’ shoulder.

“Very, thank you.”

He hums, lets his hands wander under the cover of the blanket. His fingers run lightly along the inseam of Jesús’ jeans and he grins as Jesús shifts.

“Rowdy..?”

“Yes?”

Jesús sighs heavily and leans back further, his knees falling apart. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” His hands move to Rowdy’s thighs and rest there, tilts his head to the side as Rowdy nudges his cheek with his nose.

“Yup.”

The sigh becomes a quiet chuckle. Rowdy runs his hands up the inside of Jesús’ thighs, grinning against the skin of his throat as Jesús shivers and shifts his hips. Rowdy kisses the skin under his lips as he strokes, feels Jesús fingers curl against his jeans, nips just to hear the way Jesús’ breath catches.

“How’re you doing?” He asks in a low voice.

Jesús makes a small sound and shifts again, puts his hands over Rowdy’s to try and make them move where he wants them. “I’d be doing a lot better if you would- if you would stop teasing me.”

“Aww, where’s the fun in that?”

He slips one hand up under Jesús’ shirt, trailing his fingers over the hair on Jesús’ stomach and up, tracing the line of a scar, still rubbing at his sensitive inner thigh.

Jesús whines in frustration and grabs at Rowdy’s hand, drags it to where he wants it and grinds his hips up with a sigh. “Please, Rowdy, don’t taunt me anymore! We haven’t got all night.”

“Alright, sweetheart, alright…”

He quickly unbuttons Jesús’ jeans, shoves his hand in as best he can and gets to work. His fingers find Jesús’ cock and rub, moving in circles in just the way he’s found out works best. Jesús lets out a breathy moan as he stills, his thighs tensing and hands gripping tight at whatever part of Rowdy he can reach.

“Ah, yes-” Jesús’ feet drag up until he can bend his knees properly, canting his hips as Rowdy works his fingers. “Just a little more.”

Rowdy is so hard it hurts. He loves this part; seeing his partner take what they want, moving him so they can get the most out of it, and Jesús always sounds so pretty when he gets close. Rowdy turns his face to lick and suck at Jesús’ neck, murmuring sweet nothings into the soft skin as Jesús tenses in his arms, cursing as he comes with a shivering moan.

As Jesús gets his breath back, Rowdy slowly strokes his damp fingers over the sensitive nub, another light tease that makes Jesús jolt and laugh breathlessly.

“Rowdy! Stop, stop, it’s too much!” He laughs, reaching up to tug at Rowdy’s hair.

“You really want me to?” Rowdy asks.

A pause, a considering hum interrupted by a broken groan. “Maybe…”

Rowdy nudges his partner’s chin, kisses him softly. “We ain’t got all night, but there’s still a couple of hours to fill. I reckon you can go again soon enough.”

Jesús pulls Rowdy’s hand from his pants and tackles him to the floor. He can go again, it turns out.

[rosekasa]

2 + ladynoir <3

yuki yk u change ur url sm i never recognise u shdjs

implied sexual content ahead!

send me a kiss prompt + lovesquare corner

2. Those kisses that leave them craving for more

“Let me know if it’s too tight,” he tells her.

“Okay.” Ladybug wiggles her fingers, poking out of a neat fold of gauze.

Chat Noir takes hold of them so he can finish with her arm.

Her breath catches.

It's weird, feeling like this around him. Since they started being able to hold their transformations for longer, their invincibility had taken a bit of a hit, meaning that falling off a rooftop during patrol wouldn't necessarily kill them, but would definitely leave them with a nasty concrete burn. He'd changed her bandages for her before, and she'd never felt like this. She didn't when he had the day before yesterday, either. It's strange how much can change in twenty-four hours. She wonders if he feels it, too.

Experimentally, she curls her fingers, pressing his nails into her palm.

His hand falters on her bandages. 

She holds her breath.

Yeah. She thought so. 

He swallows, then continues wrapping.

She watches him. He’s leaning forward, pressing his weight on his knees in front of the bed, hair falling into his face. 

She twists her toes into the carpet fibres, stomach thrumming. She’s only wearing pyjama shorts. His jeans brush up against her ankle. 

They could do it again. They have the room booked until they have to leave for the airport, which isn't for another three hours, and they’re pretty much done with all the prep and briefing they’ve needed to do over the past few days for the mission. She's still not sure how long last night lasted, but she thinks they could make do with what they have. 

No. That's a bad idea on all counts. In three hours he'll be on his way to New York, and the last thing she wants is to give either of them any more pieces to put back together. 

His hand slides away from her fingers to cup the back of her arm. Pulling the bandage around one end, he begins a second layer. 

She closes her eyes and sighs.

"What happened?" he says. "Did that hurt?"

"No, I was just…" She bites her lip. "Thinking about… this. Who's gonna change my bandages when you're gone?”

He snorts. "Learn to do it yourself."

"Fuck off."

He smiles up at her through his hair.

She bites down on her lip, so hard she can feel it in her jaw. 

Gently, she brings her leg closer to him, pressing her knee into his shoulder. The cotton of his shirt is soft on her skin.

His smile fades. 

They hold each other’s gaze for a solid three seconds, before he clears his throat, and looks down at her shin. He locates the surgical spirit on the carpet next to him, and unties the old bandages secured around her calf.

Her pulse plays a drumbeat into her skin.

“So, um.” She fiddles with the bedsheets between her fingers. “Are you excited?”

“For a nine-hour plane journey?” he deadpans.

She laughs a little. “The States. The mission. Getting to work on your own for once.”

He finishes unwrapping her leg and discards the gauze in the waste bin next to him. “Oh. Right.” He uncaps the surgical spirit. “I don’t know. It’s definitely going to be a change from Paris.” 

The sharp odour of antiseptic fills the air. He picks up his cloth, tips in some spirit, and, with a hand around her calf, wipes the dried blood off her shin.

Then, slowly, he begins to massage her calf.

Her entire body tenses.

He does it so easily, like it’s just something that they do, one hand on her leg while the other untangles a strip of gauze. And, well, yeah, she supposes it’s something that they did, but it’s different now. The timeline of their partnership has been split into before last night and after last night and she’s not sure what to do with that.

Tenderly, he begins to wrap her leg. His hair is back in his face, and a surge of affection fills her at the sight.

She’s not sure what to do with that, either. Especially now.

She doesn’t want to be a cliché, doesn’t want to let her hormones do all the thinking for her. She understands oxytocin, and dopamine, and endorphins. She understands what they can make you think. Make you feel. She doesn’t want to become a victim to her own biology after just one night.

The dangerous thing is that she really doesn’t believe she will. That she really believes something more than just a rush of impulsiveness from no costumes and a king sized bed and their last full day together had transpired between them.

But the thing is, it could’ve, and no matter how much she tries to tell herself otherwise, that could’ve still lingers in her brain. They’d talked. They’d laughed. They’d spent the rest of the night cuddling, listening to the rain on the windows behind the curtains. After all that, she doesn’t want it to have just been chemical between them. 

Even if it’d hurt more if it wasn’t.

“Ladybug?” he says. 

“Yeah?” she replies.

“What if I just don’t go?”

She looks down at him. “What?”

He doesn’t look back at her, busy with the bandages. “What if I don’t go?” he repeats. “New York has heroes already. They can find the missing Miraculouses on their own, can’t they?”

She can’t tell if he’s kidding. They’ve been preparing for this for months, discussing it for a year, and he’s never once had any reservations about leading the New York mission. Up until now, he’s done nothing but steadfastly agree that having the jewels scattered around the world are a hazard for Hawk Moth to have more to get his hands on. That, after failing to win side-by-side for five years, they should try doing things separately. Maybe then could they put an end to his reign.

“No, they— of course they can’t,” she says. “They’re not trained like you.”

“Well,” he says. “What if I need more training?”

She blinks at him, stunned. “What’s gotten into you?”

He ties off her bandage, his hands lingering on her leg. “I think you know,” he tells her. “And I think it’s gotten into you, too.”

Her face fills with heat.

He avoids her gaze, looking down at the strips of gauze littered around his lap.

They have to leave in three hours. His flight is in five. Her heart feels like it might shatter her ribs and she can’t help but think that they really can’t make do with what they have. Not for this.

“Chat, you’re not—“ She cuts herself off. “You’re not serious about not going, are you?”

“I… I don’t know? Maybe?" He fiddles with some gauze. "I mean, I know I won't get a refund on the ticket, but—"

"Chat."

"Okay," he says. "I know. I know this mission is important. But I just… I hate that we don't know how long it'll take. Will I be gone for a year? Two years? Longer?" He sighs. "I just… I never thought it'd matter before. But after last night I just… I felt something. And I don't want to lose that. Not before we've even had it."

Her heart throbs. 

Maybe it wasn't all just chemical.

She closes her eyes, swallowing the tightness in her throat. "I felt something, too."

"So you get it, right?" he asks. "You get why I don't want to leave?"

She takes in a shaky breath, turning her head to look at the corner of the room. "It's a really important mission, Chat Noir," she says. "We could— we could finally be done with Hawk Moth. Finally."

He deflates. "Yeah. I know."

They’re quiet for a long time, the smell of the surgical spirit still hanging between them. 

She reaches out, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Do you really want to stay?"

He sucks in a deep breath, then touches her hand. "I do," he says.

Neither of them say anything.

Then, he sighs, and lets go of her.

She takes the hint, and takes her hand off his face.

"We should get some dinner," he says quietly. "I hate plane food."

"Right." She plays with her fingers, not looking at him. Then, she glances at the surgical spirit. "Give that to me. I'll put it away."

He caps it, and hands it over.

His fingers brush hers.

A pulse of electricity hits her stomach. Her eyes flick up to his. He's already looking at her.

Slowly, he gets to his feet. She has to lean back as he straightens, has to let him decide how this goes, so when he cups the back of her neck and leans down, she can't even manoeuvre herself to make him kiss her faster.

It's slow. And hard. Her heartbeat is on her tongue, and God, this really can't be all chemical.

They break away quickly, pressing their foreheads together, breathing hard. His hand slides up to thread through her hair. Hers knots itself into the material of his T-Shirt.

She gnaws at her lip. They could do it again. They could do it again. Oxytocin, dopamine, endorphins, it didn't matter. Chemicals didn't make this any less real.

She swallows hard. "We should… we should get dinner."

He nods, eyes closed.

They separate.

[luveline]

hi love i just wanna start by saying ur writing is pure gold and it makes me so happy!!! could i request a steve one where he comes over at night but you're asleep and accidentally wakes you up and feels really bad and then turns into fluff/cuddles

thank you! soft boyfriend steve and sleepy cuddles might be my fave thing in the whole world now after this, fem reader wc:1k

"Hey," Steve says, breathless and rained on standing at your doorstep. 

You blink at him through tired eyes. "Hi." 

"Can I come in?" he asks, amused.

"Of course you can, I'm sorry." You shake yourself, trying to diminish some of the fatigue still clouding your brain. 

Steve steps into your house and out of the rain with a grateful smile, pulling down the hood of his jacket. He takes your face into his cold hand briefly to press a soft kiss into the apple of your cheek, chin ducked towards his chest to get a good look at you. 

"You were sleeping?" he asks, tapping under your chin with his knuckle before pulling back. 

He starts to strip out of his wet outerwear and toes off his shoes at the same time, kicking them haphazardly against the wall. 

You struggle to respond, sleep addled brain distracted by his affection. "Uh, for a bit. I was so tired after work, I was waiting for you and…" 

Steve throws his jacket over the coat rack and bumps your hip with his. "Robin needed a ride home." He's still wearing his Family Video uniform, the plain polo with his bulky name tag and the vest that makes you laugh. His hand is slightly warmer as he catches your fingertips and encourages you back to your room. 

You intertwine your fingers with his and let yourself be pulled along, eyes dry and throat scratchy from your nap being cut short. Steve less than kindly shoves you back into your messy bed as he searches your room for something soft to wear. 

"Why don't you own sweatpants?" he asks, digging through the bottom of your closet for where his clothes sometimes end up. "Ah ha!" 

You watch with half-lidded eyes, curled up like a sad snail as he strips out of his tight jeans. Tired though greedy, you can't help but gaze at his thighs, his naked chest as he changes. 

"My eyes are up here," he calls. 

You snap your gaze to his face and grin sheepishly. "Steve, you can't strip tease me. I'm tired." 

"I wasn't teasing." Finally dressed he climbs over your legs to his self-proclaimed side of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him. You turn on your side to face him. "Just stripping. Not my fault you can't keep your eyes to yourself." 

You huff at him and close your eyes, best pleased when you feel his head dipping towards you, the heat of his nearness putting you at ease. 

"Sorry for waking you up," he murmurs, hand protective over the hill of your shoulder. He smooths his palm down your arm and rubs the skin until his hand has worked under your short sleeve. 

"There are worse things to wake up to," you murmur back, trying to suppress a smile. 

"Yeah?" Steve asks. 

His lips are warm as he presses a slightly open kiss to your skin, the tip of his nose brushing you so lightly it tickles. Goosebumps emerge and he quickly wipes them away with a rougher press of his hand. 

"You need a key." 

Steve slides down onto his back though he uses his elbow to hover over you, the mattress crushed under the point of his arm. "I so do," he agrees excitedly, "d'you ever see Risky Business?" 

"Not so you can turn my home into a brothel! So you don't have to knock." 

"That's a good idea, so I won't have to wake you up," he says, sounding achingly apologetic. Then, in the small silence, "Though I'd hate to enable your laziness." 

"Is that how it is?" you ask. 

"Yeah," he says, working his arm carefully under the breadth of your shoulders, hand coming up around the top of your chest as he pulls your body into his. "That's exactly how it is, baby." 

His other arm comes over your waist. You cover his hand with yours over the bump of your tummy, too tired to be mortified that he's squeezing the softness there. He makes a sound of contentment into your neck and you make the same, happy for about five seconds before you change your mind. 

You turn in the circle of his arms, legs a tangle as you wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Oh," he says, laughing, "somebody missed me." 

"So much," you agree, working your face into the juncture of his neck, his hair brushing your cheek. 

"I missed you too," he says, light and quiet and happy. 

"You smell really nice. And you give the best hugs," you tell him, eyes closed tight, one hand drifting away from his neck and towards the broadness of his back, the ridge of his shoulder blade. You feel for his shapes and planes.

"Normally I'd agree with you, I would," he begins in a familiar tone, about to say something adorable but hiding it behind sarcasm and theatrics. "You're usually right, god bless, but I actually give the second best hugs. You're still taking gold in that sport, baby." 

You melt at his teasing and how his voice grows warmed towards the end, 'baby' a sticky endearment that fills your entire torso with butterflies. 

"Seoul 1988," you comment. 

Steve chuckles and his arms pull you closer, his leg weaving between yours. "That would be sweet. Telling all the nerds down at FV that my girlfriend's an Olympic level athlete. 'Hey, that's awesome, what sport does she do?'" he acts out, his lips touching the crown of your head with each word. "Oh, you know, she cuddles." 

You wrinkle your nose at him. "Awful." 

"You're right. Cuddling doesn't sound very impressive, but saying, like, 'she's really warm and soft, and her hands are never cold, she smells like a flower and you never want to leave' doesn't sound cool either." 

You press your lips to his neck in a terrible excuse for a kiss, ridiculously affectionate but also unbearably tired. "We'll have to have our own Olympics so you can win a few medals too. Best boyfriend, nicest boyfriend, prettiest boyfriend, boyfriend with the nicest hair, the nicest eyes, the biggest-" 

"Alright, that's enough." 

"-heart," you finish, peeking up at him. "Why, what'd you think I was gonna say?" 

Steve glares at you but it quickly dissolves as you begin peppering slow, clumsy kisses up the column of his throat, over his jaw and then, to the corner of his mouth. He turns his face to align your lips properly, giving you a chaste but firm kiss. He pulls back, thinks better, gives you a second and a third, all quick and sweet. 

[myarlert]

YAAY BC jean is always so heavy on the mind for me <3 it’s the way he makes my size kink go haywire n makes me vibrate in my seat 💺💢⭕️💢⭕️ standing at, what, 6’2 / 6’3 and ready to serve u in bed ohmygojdjf. he holds such a special place in my heart <3 thinking abt how he checks in on u every time he just flips u into positions, the low grunts he makes in the heat of the moment making ur tummy flip :( always manages to tower over u n make u feel small no matter what u do and godj does it fuel his ego 🤲🏼

jean k.

— cw; smut, size kink, praise, check ins <3

minors do not interact

just the way he would quicken and slow his thrusts, grunt between them and grip your waist, hips, tits, anywhere where he could reach. how he would let out broken moans whenever you did, then feeding him. ‘you alright baby? can i m-move us around..?’ he would ask, brushing his hand on the side of your face softly, watching and painting a dirty smirk on his face when you nod up at him. changing your position, flipping you over and hoisting you up, pulling your back against his chest. he uses one hand to guide himself back into you, thrusting at that slow and tortuous pace, then wrapping it around your throat lightly, holding you against him. no pressure, nothing of that nature, just letting his thumb rub against your skin. he drifted the other hand down, letting it get wet from the juices that were now absolutely drenching down your thighs, then rubbing tight circles on your clit.

‘’s this feel good? hm? like when i fuck you like this? f-fuck you feel so tight in this position.. can see the way your tummy bulges.. you see that? FUCK.’ grunting as his hips speed back up, giving off that wet clapping that echoes around the room. a nasty moan spills from your lips, and you can just hear jeans smirk when he speaks next, ‘oh fuck yeah you do. look at that fucked out face..’ he’d grab at your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to view his tall stature behind yours, watching as your tits bounce with each thrust, and the way that his whole body is put into those thrusts. you could see the way his muscles tense up at the start of each one. your head rolls back against his shoulder, he slows again, forcing you to groan. ‘you doing alright baby? this isn’t getting to be too much is it?’ and as much as you loved his little check ins, this wasn’t the time. he knows what you want and isn’t giving you the satisfaction. ‘jean if you don’t fuck me right now i’m going to hop off your fucking cock and go fuck my self.’

and that certainly gets him going again.

[venenatd]

last meal; jean kirstein x reader

summary: you and jean are in a relationship, and finally get some private time for a cute picnic date the day before he goes on the mission to marley. it’s v cute but also ur both horny!

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (public/outdoors sex, dracylphilya, size kink, fingering, thigh riding, use of “good girl/baby”, praise kink, female bodied reader, unprotected sex, creampie) some fluff for good measure.

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 3.3k words of unedited content

a/n: i saw a cottage core inspired jean post and this idea immediately popped into my head. i also kept thinking back to the sunset blush scene and it felt destined lmao. i thought it was gonna be shorter but i guess i get carried away lol. pls feel free to send me requests or ideas or give any advice on what you liked!! thanku!<3

Everything is painted with gold. The sun hanging low in the sky, despite the late hour, still warms your skin. You and Jean walk away from the Scout Headquarters, warmth of the evening allowing you to roam without coats. 

He’s in a tight cream shirt, braces holding up darker toned pants. A simple hat sits on his head, shading his eyes from the setting sun. You, a simple sage dress, loose and flowing around your legs. The long grass tickles your flesh, and the two of you laugh as you try running through the field, lifting your limbs stupidly high to jump over the pasture. 

Jean snorts at you, watching you flap around. The orange hue of dusk makes your hair shine, your skin glow beautifully. And as you look up at him, a wide and goofy smile spreading across your face, he can see all the flecks and details of varying colours in your eyes. And it takes his breath away. 

It was the last night before the end. He’s not sure of what, but it feels like the next chapter is to be finished when he closes his eyes tonight. Tomorrow he goes to Marley. Hange ordered all of their team to go relax for the final day at home. “We’ve gone over the plans enough, we know every angle! Go! Shoo!”

Hange was right. Going in and getting Eren home. It was engrained in Jeans brain. The scouts knew everything they were going to before they arrived. So tonight, it’s all about you.

You, with your skirt floating around you as you weave between trees, making your way to the clearing the two of you know so well. It’s where he first admitted feelings, where you first kissed. The others don’t know (or so you both think), and until he’s safe from his last mission, you’re not sure the two of you will ever reveal your affiliation. 

Pulling a blanket from the picnic basket you’ve brought with you, Jean lays it down on the ground. There’s a wide pond in front of you both, some ducks still paddling about. A thin haze floats over the water, the last of the summer heat still encouraging dragonflies and water skippers out. 

The light snacks you’d managed to sneak out from your job in the kitchen were delicious. You’d whipped up some light pastries and desserts from leftover ingredients. Even some strawberries and grapes. Whilst everything was miniscule from lack of provisions, it tasted good enough. 

Dipping the sweet red fruit from the cream and sugar and between your lips, Jean is in heaven. Your hair being pushed by the wind away from your face, the rosiness on your cheeks. The world may end tomorrow, but tonight he’s got all he needs.

His hands reach over, noticing the drip of cream collecting on the corner of your lips. Swiping his thumb along your cheek, he notes “you’ve got a lil..”

Jean looks at you, his eyes locking on yours, still gently cupping your face in his hands. Warm pupils flick down. His brows scrunch together for a moment, before he moves forward. His other hand comes up to your face, and he is so gentle when he kisses you. It’s as if he may break you if he goes too far.

The soft plush of his lips on yours, slowly pulling you in is intoxicating. He leans back on his forearms, pulling you over him, not letting you leave his mouth. You knock into his hat, it flopping off behind him as you lower your chest over his.

A hand reaches to his chestnut hair. It’s grown long over the last few years. You play with tendrils, the two of you lazily kissing. It’s soft and easy. You’re breathing into one another your chest resting on his as you move a leg to intertwine with his. 

Shifting yourself slightly, you rest directly above his thigh. Jeans hand comes to the back of your neck, making sure you don’t split the contact he so desperately needs. Your nails slide softly against his scalp, twisting into his hair with more want. 

The man, your man, underneath you curls forward, leg lifting and chest pushing up into you. Your crotch bumps against his thigh. A delightful little gasp erupts from you. If Jean wasn’t tongue deep in your mouth he could have even missed it. But he is, and he didn’t. 

He’s tempted to see how far he can take this, maybe make another first here. You’ve had sex, and plenty of it. Although for the most part it’s been rushed, the nature of your jobs only allowing for quickies. You both lived in shared rooms, and the lack of privacy was definitely a roadblock in his attempts to please you.

This clearing, in the outside meadows by headquarters, is maybe an ironic place for the privacy you both so need. Putting any doubt out of his mind, Jean lifts his muscular thigh, achieving another gasp into his mouth from you. You grind against it slowly, tentatively.

“No need to be shy, baby girl” he smiles into the kiss.

Cheeks rosy, you roll your hips along his leg. Jeans body rises further, leaning back casually on one hand, the other gripping the flesh between your waist and hip. He breaks the kiss that has been going on so long, wanting to take in all the ways your face displays pleasure. 

Your eyebrows knit together slightly. Your lips are wet with saliva, slightly parted as you give off little mewls each time your clothed cunt is brushed along his cotton pants. 

There’s a sweet and tender feeling building in your lower stomach. You can feel how wet you’re getting, the slow and methodical undulations generating a heat between your thighs. 

“Jean, plea-”

“You want more?” he’s quick to answer. Your head jumps and up and down, past the point of playing shy. 

His long fingers meet with your jaw once more, lightly skimming your features. He’s noting it all down in his head. Maybe he’ll even make a drawing of you. You pause in your ministrations, and a low tutting comes from the man. “No, no. Keep riding. Get yourself ready.” 

A delicious smile emerges on your face, and you bear down on his thigh. You take your hands on each leg, gripping onto the thickly built muscle underneath the cloth. A couple of fingers miss their mark, and you can feel how hard Jean is getting. Eyes flash between his crotch and his face, and he can sense how eager you are to please him. 

His touch moves from your jaw down, one finger slowly running along the centre of your throat. Jeans hand dips, slowly dragging his fingernails across each collar bone, down to the valley of your chest. Your breath hitches, and he moves away again. You shift your hand in response, moving it towards the joint between his thigh and pelvis, allowing your fingers to brush his clothed balls.

Wherever his fingers move leaves a tingling in their wake. They push towards your shoulder, teasing the fabric from each one. Your dress pools a little, allowing him to make his way back, this time taking your breast in his hand. Thumb brushes against your puffy buds, and a finger meets it to squeeze lightly.

Jean fully lifts off the blanket, sat up straight. He makes quick work of your dress, pulling it down and pushing it up. He grabs at your legs, going between light caresses and tight grasps, not knowing which to settle with. Finally he finds purchase in your ass, guiding you back and forth over his thigh.

You moan into his mouth, fully succumbing to the wetness surely dampening through your panties, the feeling of his fingers twisting and teasing your pert nipples. He raises his fingers from your chest, using his thumb on your lower lip to apply gentle pressure. 

Breaking the trail of saliva that connects you both, he pushes an index finger between your lips. You’re all too eager to suck on it, eyes looking dutifully at him. He inhales sharply between his teeth. His cock is so hard, so desperate to fuck into you. Jean wants it to be slow and beautiful, but he simply needs to have you. He wants you close to him before he leaves and doesn’t know if he’ll come back. And close means being inside you, hearing you in your purest form. 

The dusky pink settling on his cheeks could be the sun, low in the sky, filling the meadow with rich hues. 

Your moans could not be interpreted so wholesomely.

Fingers wet with your spit, he moves his hand between your legs, under the skirt. Pushing your panties to the side he lets you ride his palm for a moment. Teasing yourself, teasing your clit on his strong hand. He goes deeper, fingers sliding through your folds. He slips through your folds, resting at your entrance, before allowing your hips to rise and him to push knuckle deep inside you.

You reddened lips form a perfect ‘o’, and the bliss on your face is one he will remember forever. His thumb moves to your clit. Still on top of him, Jean watches you fuck yourself on his fingers. He kisses your neck, your chest. Taking your nipples and sucking, biting, nibbling. 

Your walls are closing in on him, before gently relaxing and he can tell you’re close. 

“Don’t be shy” Jean reissues his earlier statement. But now it’s far huskier, far more commanding. “I want to hear you, y/n. I want to hear you cum.” 

You’re watching his face, the words - orders - tumble from his lips. They make you flutter around his fingers. You murmur out tiny please’s. 

“What did I say? Louder, y/n.”

You moan against his neck, “please.”

Jean pulls your hair, making you extend your neck, forcing you to look up to the hues of pink and orange. “Louder.”

You’re so close. “Jean, p- please!” 

“Good girl.”

With that he’s flicking his thumb over your clit, fucking his fingers up into your cunt. The sounds of liquid and wetness only add to the noises of you cumming. Pussy clenching around his fingers, hips giving way and as your legs start to burn and shake. Jean holds you up, working you through your orgasm. He wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart, moaning his name. And then whining curses as you become oversensitive. Yet your gummy walls still suck him in, begging for more.

Leaving your tight walls, he brings the fingers to his lips. You taste tarte and sweet. Better than strawberries any day.

Your breaths are heavy as he twists the two of you, resting you with your back on the blanket. You are radiant. A green halo of grass above you, the dusting of pink on your cheeks, your lips kiss-swollen.

Jean pushes your skirt up, eyes trained on yours as you rest on your elbows. Your eyes follow his movements. How his tongue wets his lips before he drags them on your inner thigh. How his fingers dig in to pull you closer towards him. 

He pulls off your sodden panties, kissing into your hips, your belly. Jean is slow and deliberate. As much as he wants to be deep within you, he’s never had the chance to enjoy you this slowly before. 

He rises, kissing your breasts as they spill from the top of your dress. His tongue paints saliva on your lips before slipping between them. The kiss is intense. It’s deep and sloppy and so needy. 

Your hand reaches to his shoulders, thumb slipping underneath his braces pulling them off. Hands slip under his shirt, and he quickly helps you pull it off. His muscles are firm and taught, the amount of work his body has been through over the years evident underneath your fingers. You trail fingertips over stripes of knotted flesh, kissing each mark and scar after your hands move onto the next one. 

“You’re beautiful, Jean”

Jeans cheeks go rosy and he smiles so bashfully that it breaks you apart. The lopsided grin makes you pull him back into you, teeth bumping together as you giggle into the kiss. 

He unbuttons his pants, pushing them far enough down his thighs to allow more friction as he grinds into you. Jean is noticeably straining his underwear, his member long and hard. You move your hand down to cup him, squeezing gently through the cotton. You tug on his cock, leaving him stuttering into your mouth. Holding him just tightly enough, he ruts his hips into your hand, little sighs escaping his mouth into your hair. 

Tucking your hand under the fabric, you pull out his dick. It makes your hand look smaller, Jean’s member long and hard. The pink tip is slick with precum, and your thumb brushes his head slightly, earning a little hiss. 

You go from light little touches to harsher ones. Fingers brushing against the veins on his length, before you wrap around him again. He’s whining in your ear, “you like playing with my cock? Seeing what you do to me?” 

With hooded eyelids you look at his contorting face and whisper “yes, yes. I want to please you, I want to make you feel good.” 

“Such a good girl for me.”

Taking his member, you push the tip against the heat between your legs. Teasing your clit with his head, he looks down to watch you work. Precum lightly sheens over your folds, and fuck, Jean can’t wait to add to it. 

“I w-want you so bad Jean.” 

“You have all of me.” 

You hold him against your entrance, the tip of him just resting at your little hole. Pulling him in a little, he pushes against the first tight ring. It’s always intense letting Jean fuck you, making you so full. You rock your hips up, letting him slip out a little, before grinding back down. It pulls him into you so sensually. He moans unashamedly as you control the pleasure you both receive. 

Repeating the action, you lift again, pushing him out, and again tightening your stomach muscles to curl and bring him deeper inside you. His golden eyes are trained on where you’re conjoined. 

He’s halfway inside you, stretching your tight walls so much already. Jean sits back, moving his tongue around inside his mouth before letting a ball of spit fall where his cock rests inside of you. Spreading it on his length, he helps you the rest of the way. Letting your eyes widen and gasp of surprise (how are you always surprised by the feeling?) as he fully sheaths himself inside you. 

“God, you’re so tight,” he holds himself above you, head falling back as he inhales slowly.

Jean allows you a moment to breath, before he pulls back out, quickly snapping his hips back to yours. Moans tumble out of your mouth as he fucks into you. Lashes fluttering and your tits bouncing in rhythm, you are a sight for the sorest of eyes.

“You’re so pretty for me, all splayed out on my cock.” 

He pushes your legs apart, watching his length disappear inside you. Watching how one hand twists your own nipple, the other feebly trying to grab onto his wrist. He’s splitting you apart on his dick, the feeling of being so fucking full taking over. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm, but he builds another, the tightening in your core unmistakable. 

“J- Jean,” you hiccup, so overwhelmed by him. “You’re s- so big” 

“You’re taking me so well, y/n.” 

He lowers himself against your chest, bringing his knees upwards and closer to your ass. You curl up around him, holding your legs further up. Jean quickly renegotiates the position, pulling your legs around him whilst you hold under your knees. You can feel him so deep inside you this way, pulled into a ball underneath him. Jean wants to be impossibly close, and this new angle is punishing on your pussy. He can feel how wet you are between you, how much you enjoy the intensity of his cock working in and out. 

His forehead presses against yours, his hand snaking between you two. From his new angle, he can hit that sweet spot inside you so easily. His length sweeps against it, and hits into your furthest wall. He lets out curses as he feels your cunt tighten each time, mixing with the moans and mewls from you. You lock eyes with him, big doe eyes pricking. 

“Pl- please, I’m so close, Jean.”

Fat tears roll over your cheek, trailing to your temple. Everything feels too much. Him inside of you, the wet squelching between you. His strong fingers rubbing over your clit again and again. You let out a sob, followed by a moan. It’s a combination of knowing this is the last night, feeling how fucking intense his cock is inside you, hearing how much Jean needs you. He kisses your cheeks, tasting the salt, not faltering as he continues to pummel into you. 

“You’re doing so good, baby.”

His balls slap against your skin. 

“You can do it.” 

His teeth bite at the flesh of your breast, pull at your nipples.

“I want to hear you.”

His fingers play and roll with your clit, feeling the way you tighten around his cock.

“Please cum for me, y/n.”

Your back arches off the blanket, the night sky soaking up the moans. The lewd noises in between you both are all consuming, the slap of slick and wetness only adding to your full body sensation. 

His fingers keep moving on your clit, and Jean grunts each time your pussy spasms around his cock. He keeps pace, fucking you raw and with need. He loves to see your delicate face scrunched up, eyes rolling back and mouth unable to close. 

And with the tightening of your walls around him, Jean’s close. “Where do you want me?” 

“I want,” you inhale sharply, as his cock drives back into you, “you inside me- I- I need you Jean. Please.”

“You’re so good, baby, you’re so good.” He’s getting quicker, making you writhe beneath him in your overstimulated state. “I’ll give you what you want, okay? I’m going to cum inside your pretty pussy.” 

Jeans fingers are going to bruise you. He's holding onto you so tight, never wanting to let you go. It’ll be something to remember him by. Movements are starting to stammer, the sweat evident by the sheen forming across his shoulders and face. You tuck a tendril of his honey hair behind his ear. “I love you”, you whisper amongst the moans. And with that he pushes deep enough to make you cry out, feeling the hot ropes of cum painting your walls. 

Your man rests inside you for a moment, gathering his breath as he leaves languid kisses against your breasts, your jaw, your lips. He pulls out, seeing his cum drip from your pussy. Using his fingers he pushes the white around your folds, earning a sharp his when he brushes past your clit. Finally, he brings his fingers to your lips, and you put out a delicate tongue. 

Cleaning him with your mouth, he sits back, sighing softly. How can you be this good? And you like him? Jean thinks he is the luckiest man on earth. He adjusts your dress for comfortability, before dipping next to you. Your heads are lightly touching, your hair intertwined with his. Staring up at the sky as the last colour leaves it in its inkiness, he holds you close. He presses his final kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you too.” 

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

[traekenimagines]

Hunting Season, Part Twenty: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: For Hunting Season part twenty. Maybe some public sex and being caught? And Theo sees it but continues. + lots of dirty talk. Ps: I love all your works, and I'm loving Hunting Season

Request from Anon: hi! for hunting season part 20 the reader begging and orgasm denial. love your work, you are so so talented

Request from Anon: heyy this is for hunting season part 20! could have daddy kink, spanking, restraints, maybe he could catch her masturbating and punishes her for it or something? ooh and lots of dirty talk hehe. i know this imagine is gonna be soooo good, ur amazing xx

Request from Anon: For hunting season part 20 maybe theo uses a toy on the reader?

Request from Anon: hi! if you still need another kink for hunting season part 20, maybe a praise kink??

Request from Anon: hi!! can i request for humiliation in hunting season part 20!! xx

Request from Anon: heyy saw it was the last day for hunting season part 20, so excited! sorry if this is really unhelpful but the only other thing i could think of to suggest is that theo calls the reader a lot of names? like pet names i guess, but if it’s going to be filthy then maybe they can be a little more degrading 😅 sorry if this doesn’t help much! xx

So it’s finally here! For anyone who doesn’t know, in celebration of reaching Part Twenty, I asked for multiple requests to come up with a pretty filthy imagine, and you guys definitely helped out so thank you! Hope this is okay for you lovelies, and enjoy x 

It was supposed to be a work dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Meeting up with her colleagues at the end of the week, each bringing their respective partners, all of whom were behaving impeccably. Y/N’s, on the other hand, was not, and she squirmed under his touch as she felt his hand on her thigh.

Theo’s hand slid further up Y/N’s leg, under her dress, and she felt a wetness growing between her legs. She looked at him, at how he didn’t look at her, feigning interest in the conversation going on between her colleagues, using his other hand to sip from the glass of wine in front of him. That hand slid further up, and Y/N bit back a moan as he cupped her through her underwear, her heart beating rapidly.

She clutched the edge of the table as Theo pushed aside the material, swiping up her centre.

“Y/N, you okay?” One of her colleagues looked at her, no doubt seeing the tension in her face.

“Yeah, baby, is something wrong?” Theo looked at her now, pushing his finger inside of her as he spoke. Y/N glared at him, knowing that if she opened her mouth, words would be swallowed by the sounds of her moans. A small smile graced Theo’s face as he continued to pump his finger in and out of her.

She was on the edge, and couldn’t speak as she felt her release build. Questions of concern were repeated by her colleagues as Theo continued to finger her, but they faded into the background, as Theo put his hand on her shoulder. “Are you not feeling well?”

Y/N shook her head, Theo’s finger still inside of her. She finally managed to speak through gritted teeth. “Must have been something I ate.”

“You know what, guys,” Theo turned to the group, “I think I’ll just take her home.” He slid his finger out of her and Y/N watched as he wiped her wetness on his jeans. She noted the smirk on his face as he did so, fully aware of his intentions. She stood, Theo’s arm around her shoulder. “Good night, guys.”

Theo intertwined his fingers with hers as they left the restaurant, Y/N still with the overwhelming need to release. “What the hell was that?” she whispered viciously into Theo’s ear. The chimera only smirked, leading her out of the door. He still didn’t answer as he took her around to the back of the restaurant, the alleyway providing the perfect setting for his intentions.

Y/N’s anger was replaced with excitement when he slammed her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head.

“I think you know perfectly well what that was.” His nose trailed up the column of her throat, and Y/N moaned as Theo pressed his crotch against hers. “Who the fuck do you think you are, in that fucking dress, with your legs so fucking bare? Your friends in there think you’re so fucking perfect, but I bet they’d have a field day if they knew how much of a fucking, filthy slut you are. If they knew how so fucking easy it is to make you squeal like that, so fucking easy to make you come. Is that what you want, Y/N? Do you want me to make you come?” He reached under her dress and pulled apart her panties, the material soaked through.

Y/N could feel her wetness dripping down her legs as she nodded fervently. Her hands flew to Theo’s jeans, unbuttoning them as fast as she could. God, she needed him, needed him inside of her, fucking her until she couldn’t walk. She pulled his cock out of his boxers, and Theo smirked. “How much do you want this?”

“So fucking much. I want your cock in me all the time. I want it here and I want it now.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, jumping and wrapping her legs around Theo’s waist. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”

Y/N couldn’t breathe when Theo entered her, pushing her back against the wall of the alleyway. His movements were almost violent, his words obscene. “You’re such a good little slut, such a good fuck. You feel so fucking good around my cock, Y/N, so fucking good.” Y/N could only moan in response, feeling every inch of him inside of her, her head hitting the wall with every thrust.

“You know there are people watching us, Y/N.” Theo grabbed her chin, turning her head. Sure enough, down the end of the alley, a couple had stopped to look at the pair. Y/N imagined they were horrified, but she didn’t care. Not as Theo continued fucking her. “Watch them, Y/N. Watch them watch us fuck. I know you like people to know that you’re mine, that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you like this.”

Y/N did as she was told, her inner walls clenching around Theo as she came. She placed her head on his shoulder as she did so, listening to his praise as his own movements became sloppy. His cock hardened inside of her, and when Y/N climbed off him, she trailed a finger through his release that was sliding down her leg. She put it in her mouth, licking the taste of him away. Theo smirked. “I think that’s enough for now.”

As he would find out when they got home, Y/N had other plans.

Theo was in the shower, and all she could think about was how naked he was in there, how his cock would be swinging between his legs when it should have been inside her. She was dressed in one of his shirts, nothing more, waiting for him in the hope that when he saw her he would want to fuck her again. But the thought of him in there made the waiting harder, and she couldn’t help it when her fingers wandered to her core.

Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she began to pleasure herself, imagining that Theo was on top of her, fucking her like only he could. Y/N’s eyes closed as she continued, his name escaping her lips. She didn’t hear the door open, eyes snapping open when Theo spoke. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She looked up, saw him standing there in nothing but a towel, saw the stern look on his face and knew the route the evening was going to take. Tonight, Theo would control her every move, would take her in the ways he wanted to, would punish her for pleasuring herself.

“I- ”

“You were what?” Theo walked over to the bed. “You were fucking yourself when you know that I’m the only one who’s allowed to do that to you? I should have known you were disobedient. I tell you time and time again that the only person you’re allowed to come for is me, and that you shouldn’t do it for anyone else. But you will, and you do, because,” he grabbed the lapels of the shirt she was wearing, tearing it open and revealing her nakedness, “like I said before, you’re a fucking slut.”

Y/N’s core throbbed as Theo pulled the shirt the rest of the way off her, leaving her naked. “You’re a fucking slut and you need to be punished for breaking Daddy’s rules.” He removed the towel from his waist, and Y/N’s eyes fell to his cock. Theo followed her gaze.

“Beg me for it. Beg me to punish you, to fuck you with my cock.”

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me, punish me for being such a bad girl. Daddy I need your cock in me again. I always need it. I need you to come inside of me, all over me, wherever you want. Please Daddy.”

Theo grabbed her chin. “Oh I will, but first, we’re going to have some fun.” He let go. “Get up.”

Y/N was quick to do so, watching Theo as he laid back on the bed. She squirmed as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping at it until it stood upright. She knew what to do, had done it plenty of times, and when Theo nodded at her, she climbed on top of him, her head positioned above his cock, her ass – and her ever-growing arousal – hovering above his face.

She heard a drawer open, and caught a glimpse of an object that Theo pulled out from the bedside table. She knew what it was, and felt her core only throb in response before Theo spoke. “You want my cock so badly, why don’t you suck it?”

Y/N lowered her head, her mouth enveloping Theo’s cock. As she took it, she felt Theo’s hand on her ass, fingers slipping between her cheeks and absentmindedly playing with her core. “Such a wet, pretty little thing.” He hissed as Y/N worked at him. “I could do so many things with this, like this, for example.” Y/N’s moans were muffled around Theo’s cock as he pushed the dildo inside of her. “You wanted other things to fuck you, sweetheart, well now you’re getting them.”

With every bob of her head, Theo pushed the dildo inside of Y/N. She could feel her release building, only intensified by the sharp stings that hit her skin every so often as Theo spanked her. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet. You looked so fucking good from this angle, sucking my cock while I hit you for being the slut you are.” He hissed again, and Y/N knew what was coming. “You’re making Daddy come, princess, with that filthy little mouth of yours.” Y/N swallowed everything that Theo shot up into her mouth, savouring the taste of him as she felt herself arrive at the edge of her orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m coming.” Theo removed the dildo, throwing it on the floor, before hitting her ass again.

“Don’t you dare fucking come, you hear me? You’re being punished, and you don’t get to come until I say. So you fucking hold it, or I won’t fuck you anymore. Now get off me, lie down, and spread your legs like a good girl.” Trying her best to hold it in, Y/N climbed off Theo, following his every instruction.

He walked over to where he had thrown his clothes, removing the belt from his jeans, and Y/N was doing everything she could not to come at the sight of his cock. She knew the drill, and said nothing as Theo walked back over to her, grabbing her wrists in one hand and using the belt to tie them together. “You’re doing so well, baby, holding it in for me. It almost makes me regret wanting to punish you. But this is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s what I want.”

“Well, let’s see just how long you can hold it.”

Y/N squirmed as Theo lowered his head between her legs, licking a stripe up her core before diving in. She felt his nose nudge against her folds as he mouthed at her, eating her as if he had been starved. His tongue was nothing more than a miracle, she decided, as he rolled her clit between it, his fingers leaving bruises as he held her legs apart. She couldn’t touch him, couldn’t hold his head in place, so only spoke words of obscenity. “Fuck, Daddy, your tongue is so fucking good. I’m so fucking wet for you Daddy, please.” It was getting harder to hold it in, and Y/N was aware that it was obvious as Theo removed his mouth from her centre, his lips covered with her essence.

“You really want to fucking come, don’t you? That’s all you ever want to do, isn’t it?” Y/N nodded as Theo climbed on top of her, his cock positioned at her entrance. “Well, I think you’ve been punished enough. Maybe it’s time for me to finally fuck you. What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I’ll be good. I just want your cock inside of me, I just want to come on it, please.”

Theo slapped her core. “That’s enough begging, Y/N. Now keep quiet before I change my mind.”

Y/N fell apart when Theo entered her. He was violent in his thrusts, his forehead pressed against hers as he fucked her. She was in her ecstasy but he was too, telling her as much. “You feel so good on my cock, Y/N. You’re coming, aren’t you? I can feel it, I knew it wouldn’t be long. Go on then, sweetheart, come. Come all over me.”

It was all the permission Y/N needed. She screamed as she finally let go, as she pulsed around Theo’s cock. It seemed to last for an age, and she didn’t even register that Theo’s movements had lost their ferocity until he came inside of her, the product of their releases mingling inside of her.

When it was over, when Y/N felt tender, delicate, broken in the best way, Theo lost his sternness, and gently kissed her forehead. He slid out of her slowly, and instantly Y/N missed him.

But she knew it wouldn’t be for long.

It never was.

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[havin-a-wee]

could u ever do a smutty one where h and y/n had a fling in the best or are just each others occasional hook ups but when h has a date y/n gets like really upset and he finds out so he makes it up to her and confesses his feelings saying stuff like „y're my best girl, y'know that petal?“🥺👉🏻👈🏻 love ur writing beyond words, have an amazing day :))))

Date Night

warnings: unprotected sex

word count: 1.6k

to whoever sent in this ask im so so so sorry it literally took me like two months to answer it i feel so bad but i like how it turned out so i hope this makes up for it!

You shouldn’t be crying. You really shouldn’t. Yet tears are spilling down your face as you break down in choppy sobs, your chest heaving and your cheeks hot.

You have no right to be jealous, and you know that. You and Harry are only friends with benefits, and nothing else. He is allowed to be on a date right now, and it’s not his fault that you’ve managed to fall in love with him throughout the course of your relationship. You met through a mutual friend, began hanging out and then later started hooking up. And while he sees you as his best friend who he just happens to fuck sometimes, you see him as so much more. And you wish that maybe it could be different between you. That maybe he does reciprocate your feelings and if you just told him how you feel he’d tell you he feels the same way.

But as far as you know, there is no chance of that happening. Especially considering the fact that he’s currently at a restaurant with some hot blonde girl he met last week.

Your thoughts are put to a halt when your phone rings, and you pick it up to see none other than Harry himself calling. And as much as you want to decline the call, Harry would never decline yours no matter what, so with a hefty sigh you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi”

“Hey petal, the date was a bust, all she wanted t’talk about was m’money.” Harry laughs weakly over the phone, and you smile at the news that it didn’t work out. You shouldn’t be happy about it, and it does make you feel guilty because Harry deserves happiness. You just wish he could find that happiness with you.

Lost in your own train of thought, you forget that you’re supposed to be suppressing your tears. Another salty droplet rolls down your cheek and your sniffle.

Suddenly, Harry begins talking again, and that’s when you realize your mistake. “Petal? Y’okay? Sounds like y’crying.” His voice immediately switches from joking to sympathetic and worried, and you can imagine how he looks right now, creased forehead and wide eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You wipe the tear off your cheek with the sleeve of your hoodie, clearing your throat to try and hide the sound of your throat that's sore from crying.

“No y’not y/n, I know what y’crying sounds like. M’already going in the direction of y’house so m’coming over and staying till’ y’tell me what's wrong.”

The tone of his voice tells you there’s no changing his mind, so you sigh and murmur an “okay” before hanging up the phone.

It took about five minutes for Harry to knock on the door. During that time, you went into your bathroom and attempted to hide the red, puffy skin that had overtaken your cheeks. It didn’t really work, and you were still trying to hide it when you heard him knock. So with a disappointed sigh, you slump over to the door and open it.

Harry steps in quickly, placing his coat on a hanger and then turning back to you.

“What’s wrong pet, hmm?” He places his ringed hand on your cheek, thumb running over the skin that's been reddened from your tears.

And despite the years you’ve spent hiding your feelings, despite the hours you’ve had to listen to Harry retell stories about his hookups, despite the yearning you’ve felt for your best friend since you met him, this was your breaking point. Tear after tear after tear. They flow uncontrollably down your face and all you can manage to do is look up at Harry. He pulls you into him, placing one hand behind your head and one around your waist.

And you just cry into Harry’s shoulder.

You don’t know how long you’ve been standing there, but Harry eventually brings you couch, and as soon as he sits you both down you curl up into his warm chest.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s wrong? Y’don’t ‘ave to, just hate seeing yeh cry.”

Finally, you pick up your head from where it’s tucked into his torso.

It might be the daze you’re in from the emotions swirling through your head. It might be the glass of wine you downed earlier to help drown out the feeling of jealousy. It might be all the pent up frustration from years of pining for someone you could never have. Or it might have been none of those things. Whatever it was, there was something inside of you that snapped. Like a damn collapsing and letting the water topple over and flood everything. The barrier you spent so long building broke in two, allowing all of those emotions to spill out.

“I love you Harry.” His eyes snapped open, and his mouth moved to speak, but you cut him off. “And not just as a friend. I’ve always loved you, and I know that if you don’t feel the same way, things will be awkward, but I don’t care anymore. Seeing you excited to go out with another girl hurt, because all I’ve wanted for so long was for that girl to be me.”

He stares at you. There was a second where you debated getting up and running out of the house, afraid of what his response would be. But just before you could put that plan into action, his lips collided with yours.

Your mouth meld perfectly, soft lips biting and nipping at each other. His tongue slips past your parted lips and twirls around your own. You’re breathless by the time he disconnects, the feeling that you had been longing for sent your mind spinning.

“Y’don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he pants, green irises staring deeply into yours. Without another word, you lean in and kiss him again, this time with more vigor than before. Much to your dismay, he separates the two of you again, however he keeps his arms tangled around your body and holds you close.

“Y're my best girl, y'know that petal? None of those silly girls could ever replace you.”

As your lips touch for the third time, it’s clear that both of you have been waiting for this moment for a long time. You savor the feeling, taking short moments to pause and soak in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Slowly, his hand creeps down the small of your back, but you can tell he’s hesitant to move it down further. But you want this, so you remove the hand that’s stroking his hair and place it on his, moving his hand down to your ass manually. He pulls his lips away, looking into your eyes for a sign of confirmation. You realize what he’s looking for, so you nod vigorously in response.

Quickly, he lifts himself off the couch, placing you on your back and positioning himself on top of you.

“H- please, I want you to make love to me,” you whine. His expression fills with hunger and he reaches to unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off quickly and tossing them to the ground. You can see the bulge pressed up against his boxers, and you reach out to palm him through the thin material.

“Fuck petal, y’gonna be the death o’me, y’know that?”

Harry dives into kiss you, using one of his hands to pull down your soft pajama shorts along with your panties. “Harry-”

“I gotchu petal, I gotchu, don’t worry.”

You assist him in pulling off his boxers, his large erection springing out. He’s huge, but you can’t say you didn’t expect it. The precome on his tip is calling for you to lick it, but you just want him to be inside of you, so you make a mental note to do that sometime soon. He grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. “M’gonna go slow alright?”

You hum your approval, and he responds by pushing the head inside your tight, soaking hole. Even with just an inch inside, you know it’s going to be a stretch, so you take a deep breath and hold onto his shoulders.

Inch by inch, he pushes himself inside of you. Harry stills for a minute, sensing the discomfort in your demeanor. Luckily, it doesn’t take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to kick in, and soon enough you are moaning out for him to move.

He takes your instructions swiftly, pulling almost all the way out of you until quickly thrusting himself fully back in. “Fuck!”

Your cries are muffled when he leans down to kiss you, his hips continuing to rock as he pushes his length into you.

The air is hot, filled with moans and the smell of sex. You haven’t ever felt this good in your life, especially when he thrusts in extra deep and hits that special spot inside of you. “Harry- god,”

“Sweet girl, am I makin’ yeh feel good?”

“Mhm..”

“Tell me petal, who makes y’feel like this?”

“Harry! Only Harry,”

“Good girl.”

He slams into you, speeding up his thrusts and colliding his hips with yours. Both of you are groaning messes, caught up in the moment and unable to form any coherent sentences. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, and you know you’re close too by the way your stomach and pussy are clenching. He can feel it too, hitting deeper inside of you to bring you to your climax.

“God Y/N, I love you so fuckin much.”

That was all it took for your orgasm to come crashing down, coursing through your body with strength and fervor. The feeling of you squeezing as you came sent Harry over the edge, his milky cum shooting into your pussy and covering the soft walls.

You don’t know if this means you’re dating or not, or where his head is at. All you know is that you love him, and he loves you. And that’s enough for you.

[joshscurlyhair]

☽ 𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 - 𝕛𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽ [𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥]

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: oral, unprotected sex, dirty talk

Word count: 1k

You had the whole house to yourself tonight for a bit until Jake was home later on tonight. You changed into your comfortable pjs and started to microwave some popcorn for a movie you were gonna put on.

You started to scroll on ur phone waiting for the popcorn to be done. You then felt your phone buzz in your hands and looked at the top of your phone and saw Jake texted you:

Jake:

“Wyd?”

Me:

“Gonna put on a movie”

Jake:

“Well get comfortable baby because I’m gonna fuck you so hard later 😏”

Your cheeks instantly started to flush and get red reading that text from Jake

BEEP BEEP

You opened the microwave door and poured your popcorn into a bowl. You then made your way to the couch and set up your movie putting it on flicking through Netflix finally putting on a movie.

Halfway throughout the movie you were already done with your popcorn with eyes fully focused on the movie playing as thoughts wander in my head:

I wonder how long it took them to shoot this movie?

That actress looks familiar what other movie is she from?

You then screamed as a hand covered your mouth suddenly. Jakes head then pops in the corner of your eye. You yanked Jakes hand away from your mouth, “Jake! Don’t do that again! I almost had a heart attack” you say with a hand over your chest. “Sorry babe” Jake says as he chuckles a bit

“Come here baby now” Jake says gently bringing you towards the kitchen. You follow him knowing where this is going now. He then lifts you up and places you on the kitchen table as you gasp. You look at Jake in the eyes and see his eyes full of seduction and hunger.

He traces his finger across your thighs then rips your panties completely off and places his head in between your legs eating you out as he moans tasting your juices. “You taste so good babe”

You tilted your head back and bit your lip from the pleasure Jake was giving you. Jake starts to flick his tongue in between your folds faster now. You breath starts to hitch and you let out a little moan. Jake then inserts his whole tongue into your entrance tongue fucking you as he watched you watching your expressions change. You then let out a louder moan, “Jake oh my-“

Jake then stopped and got up teasing you as you let out a whine wanting more. Jake was rock hard through his pants, showing the outline of his cock. You bit your lip staring at it as it jolts under his pants. “Don’t just stare at it, suck on it babe”

I went on my knees unbuckling then unzipping Jakes black jeans. He was rock hard under his boxers as you saw a little precum stain. You slowly pull his boxers down as it sprung up hitting your face, Jake hisses. You place your hand on his shaft and slowly start to circle your tongue around his tip, “Yes yes babe” Jake moaned. You smirk looking up at him then began to take him whole into your throat seeing Jake open his mouth wide letting out a loud moan, “Fuck Y/N”

You then began to do your magic with your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on him rhythmically as he put his hand at the back of your head making you go deeper and deeper down his dick. Jake was now a moaning mess seeing your pretty lips on his cock.

“Fuck, I’m about to fuck the shit out of you now baby girl” Jake says immediately placing you on the kitchen counter again and slamming his cock into your pussy. Your mouth opens wide shocked feeing his big dick in you. “Uhhh fuck you feel so fucking tight” he groans and starts to motion his hips back and forth as you felt a knot in your stomach.

You start to moan with stroke he did. “I’m gonna go faster until you fucking cum, you better yell my name and let everyone know who fucks you good” Jake says with dark eyes. Jake now got faster and faster slamming his cock into your pussy as slaps of skin were heard throughout the house. “Oh my god Jake yes yes right there” You moan loudly.

You now started to cream on Jakes dick. “Fuck baby your cream feels so good around my cock” Jake says looking down seeing the creamy mess. Jake continued his pace and you started to feel the knot in your stomach grow and grow now and Jakes breathing started to get heavier. “Mmm fuck Y/N” You moan more and more you were now a moaning mess, “Oh my god Jake just like that I’m gonna cu-“ You were then cut off by Jakes loud moan as you felt a warm liquid inside you, you instantly released your cum onto his dick seeing it drip out.

You both look at the mess of cum and let out one last breath. “Babygirl, you’re so fuckin sexy” Jake says leaning in and kissing your lips. You continue to let out some heavy breathes from what just happened.

Holy shit

[doyumacy]

hello oh my god i love ur works and i was wondering if you are accepting requests jdnnsns if so, could i requesf a haechan fwb w lots of nipple aucking oh shit bye.

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ɴɪᴘᴘʟᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴏʀᴀʟ ᴍ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx) ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ.

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pt 2. here 

It’s been five hours since Donghyuck received that message, and five minutes since you have been standing outside your dorm, hesitant to knock.

Once you finally do, the door opens within 3 seconds, you don’t get a chance to react before you're pulled inside and shoved against the door, a pair of lips immediately plastering itself against yours.

You're taken aback, obviously, but this isn’t the first time so there’s no reason to be alarmed.

You kiss back, leaning towards Donghyuck, hands going up to wrap around his shoulders. When he pulls away, you're both panting, staring at each other intensely.

“I missed you.” Donghyuck says.

You blink. "It's been only 3 days."

Donghyuck breaks the distance, pulling you towards the bed. “I had a rough day today.” He says, kissing your neck. You squirm, trying to hold back a moan.

He is peppering your skin with light kisses before climbing on top of you, hovering over him.

“Make me feel better?” Donghyuck asks gently, hand going up to cradle your face.

You and Donghyuck aren't dating, in fact, you've known Donghyuck for around 5 years. You are what everyone calls 'best friends' but one night everything changed: you two were at a party and ended up getting wasted and eventually got horny. It didn't take you two long before going to his car and fucking in the back to then continue in his dorm.

You nod in response, immediately leaning up to connect your lips to his.

The kiss goes from soft and gentle, to a more hungry and passionate one. Donghyuck shifts his hips downwards, crotch rubbing against yours. You let out a moan that you were trying to keep in.

His hand goes from beside your head to your body, trailing down from your chest to your shirt, removing your turtleneck sweater.

You rut his hips against Donghyuck eliciting a groan from the taller.

Once your turtleneck sweater is gone, Donghyuck puts a hand on you and his palm is meeting with the fabric of your bra. He pauses, pulling away from the kiss slightly and smiles at you. “Went shopping?”

You bite your lip nodding. “I knew you'd like it.”

He bites your lip, pulling it away with his teeth. "I love it."

You lean forward so he can help you to take off your bra, and once it's gone, he places his hands on your breasts. "Fuck, I love these. They're so pretty."

You shiver, Donghyuck gives gentle kisses on them.

Every time you fuck it’s never rushed or rough, always slow and passionate, and it just makes the sex way better.

Your hands move to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off him and tossing it to the floor along with yours. You stare for a split second, at Donghyuck's broad shoulders and toned arms. He's beautiful.

Donghyuck connects his lips against to yours and it’s a mess of tongues. He takes your hand in his and puts it on his body, letting you run your palm down his chest and abs. He lets out a groan, feeling your soft caresses on his body. Your hand goes lower, to the waistband of Donghyuck's sweatpants and he can hear you gasp once your hand slipped in, palming his erection.

Donghyuck groans and ruts his crotch against your hand. He returns the favour to you, palming his erection over your jeans. You shudders, holding back a moan.

He traces his tongue around your left nipple, barely touching it, and just building up to the act. His tracing circle gets tighter and tighter until he is finally giving proper attention to the nipple. You moan arching your back so he could have more access to your nipples.

Tonguing your nipple, and then blowing gently on it, waiting for it to stiffen. The pace he is going out is making you tremble with the need for more, everything is just so slow. Donghyuck takes his sweet time, licking, sucking, then blowing, keeping his eyes focused on the task. When you start to breathe more heavily, he encloses his lips over the nub and sucks hard. Your back arches again, as Donghyuck sucks now your right nipple, pulling it away with his teeth to harden it further, then goes back to sucking it again, and biting. You close your eyes groaning and shift your legs and rubbing them together to create some friction to appease the itch to his cock, which had been straining against the zipper of his jeans.

You move your hands down, trying to reach your pussy and give yourself some form of relief, when Donghyuck stops completely. He grabs both of your wrists angling away from your body and over your head, he holds onto them with one hand. Donghyuck with the other hand free, he brings it down to pinch the abused left right. It throbs, its puffed red and wet appearance an aching sight, and you can't help but moan when he presses the pad of his index finger right over the tip, pressing down hard.

Your legs keep shifting, and that is when Donghyuck's knees come between your legs to stop any form of friction from happening. You try to push yourself down, to get any form of contact other than that on your chest, but Donghyuck won't touch him.

Donghyuck alternates between the two nipples, sucking one and pinching the other, pressing the red angry tip with the pad of his fingers, then he grabs and squeezes around your right nipple, gathering the flesh towards his mouth and bit down hard. You scream, your sensitized nipple aching and the burn is pleasure that bordered on pain.

“Hyuck! S-stop, no more... fuck!”

Donghyuck smirks around one nipple, and presses two fingers inside your mouth. You, in your persistent need for release, just suck on the fingers obediently, when Donghyuck pulls them out, coats them with your saliva and rubs them on the abused nipple.

Donghyuck kisses your lips and his fingers go up to unbutton your jeans and unzip it agonisingly slowly. He pulls the restraining fabric off your legs, leaving you bare with just your matching underwear.

He sits up and pulls off his own sweatpants before going back to you on the bed.

You decide to take charge this time, pushing him onto his back and climbing over him. You move downwards, till your face is aligned with his hips. You slowly kiss the line above Donghyuck's boxers slowly, trailing down the v line. You pull down his boxers bit by bit, kissing every inch of exposed skin. Once you reach low enough, you pull off Donghyuck's boxers entirely, freeing his erection.

You start by kissing the tip, trailing down his member slowly. Donghyuck lets out a sigh, hand slowly reaching down to curl itself into your hair.

Without warning, you take his entire length into your mouth, head bobbing up and down. Taken aback, Donghyuck yanks on your hair and lets out a loud moan. You look up at Donghyuck with his member still in your mouth, only to find him staring back at you.

“Fucking shit,” Donghyuck lets out an even louder moan.

He stops you, feeling himself almost reaching his point. Donghyuck pulls you up in a messy kiss, you laying flat against his body. His hands slips from your waist to your panties, slipping underneath to cup your ass. You groan into the kiss, hand gripping his shoulder.

Donghyuck breaks the kiss, reaching forward to his bedside table for the condom. He passes it to you and you wrap his cock. He then flips over so you are under him again. He pulls your panties boxers off, discarding it on the floor beside the bed.

“Ready?” He looks up at you for permission before carrying on. You nod and he inserts his first finger into you.

You gasp and grab at the sheets. He starts moving his finger at a steady pace, you moan in return, gripping at the sheets harder.

“Ah... fuck Hyuck,” Donghyuck inserts a second finger without warning, making your back arch.

You moan shamelessly as Donghyuck continues moving his fingers and stretching you out. When Donghyuck inserts the third finger, you start to see stars. You let out the loudest moan you have let out thus far, quickly biting your lip to shut himself.

Donghyuck pauses, he looks up to your distressed expression. “What are you doing? Don’t stop.” You whine.

He smirks, going to kiss you shortly. “Let me hear them.” He whispers into your ear, watching you squirm below him.

When Donghyuck moves his fingers again, you don’t hold back, but you try to keep your volume to a minimum in case you disturb the neighbours.

Once Donghyuck feels that you're ready, he pulls his fingers out. You mewl at the loss of contact and arch up, hoping for some sort of contact with him. Donghyuck climbs over you, so that he’s hovering over you, both faces aligned with each other.

Donghyuck aligns his member with your entrance and takes you in an open mouth kiss to distract you before he slides in. You moan out mid-kiss, back arching, leaning up towards him.

"Fuck, I've been fucking you daily, why are you still so tight?" He hisses.

He chooses that moment to thrust his hips forward, catching you off guard.

“Fuck! Hyu-“

Donghyuck then picks up his pace, thrusting in and out in.

“Fuck, baby,” Donghyuck moans out, burying his face in your neck. He presses his lips to your collarbone, kissing and sucking at a certain spot, making you gasp out, there's too many things going on at once. You wrap a hand around his back, gripping at this back.

Donghyuck quicks his pace. “Donghyuck. Hyuck.Hyuck." You chant his name out in pleasure, squeezing your eyes shut in pleasure, feeling warmth pooling in your stomach. You're close, you can tell Donghyuck's close too with the way his hips start to go faster, god bless his stamina.

Donghyuck comes first, shooting into the condom whilst inside you. That made you tip over the edge.

Donghyuck pulls out and pecks you on the cheek before he gets up to clean. You're too tired to move, staying in the same position trying to catch your breath.

He grabs a towel afterwards, cleaning himself up and you before putting on his boxers and going back to bed beside you, handing you one of his shirts. You put it on and sit on the bed. "Can we order something to eat? I'm starving." You say.

Donghyuck grimaces. "I actually have plans with the guys in half an hour..."

"Yeah... right. Then I should go," you get up from the bed looking for your clothes.

"But see you tomorrow?" Donghyuck looks at you.

"Sure."

He looks at you getting dressed and after you're ready, you grab your backpack and turn to Donghyuck who pouts and pulls you by the belt hoop of your jeans. He wraps his arms around your waist. “No goodbye kiss?”

You give in to Donghyuck's pout, lean down and cup his face before planting a kiss on his lips. You break the kiss walking to the door.

“I’ll call you?” He calls out from where he is standing.

You nod and wave goodbye before leaving his dorm. Once you're out the door, you lean against the wall, clutching your chest.

It hurts.

[perhapsthanatos]

04:42 am with jaehyun ♡

nct’s jaehyun x fem!reader (inspired by a personal experience)

alternate title: just when icarus plummets

genre: angst. non idol au. party!au.

word count: 600~

playlist: the less i know the better by tame impala, lobby by everett bird & *sobs quietly* by mom jeans.

warnings: mentions of other members (not a warning). post partying. mentions of alcohol & alcohol consumption. cursing. mentions of hickies and lipstick stains. talks shit about the conrad (a hotel), but this is fiction, im sure the conrad isnt actually shit. y/n is very mysterious. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: ok i know i said that u should expect a vampire!au :( & ugh another party burb (which came out later than expected, so sorry) :( i just miss experiencing fun shit w fellow idiots & people watching w friends while wasted :( ill warn u rn that this is not my best work, so tread lightly! also big thanks to @fullsunfluff for helping me out w the title & the plot, shes really cool pls check her out or else i will make sure u step on something wet with your white socks on in the next couple of hours (not a threat, a promise)! ALSO TO HELP UR IMAGINATION HERE YOU GO

it was an eventful cheap beer and rotgut liquor type of night, being constantly surrounded by jaded movements of the seemingly uncaring crowds. coaxed by johnny and his other friends to attend another one of their shitty house parties, jaehyun never knew what was to come of it. he honestly just thought that it was just gonna be another one of those nights, playing beer pong and staying in his little circle of popular and exclusive friends. but holy fuck, he really did underestimate how heavy he would feel afterwards, and not by the alcohol.

now, he clumsily stumbles back to his hotel holding his own hand with his body badly bruised from vertigo, out alone in the cold drizzling rain. his heart bleeds out furiously as if he’d just been stabbed.

somewhere in the middle of the night, he met a girl. it wouldn’t sound surprising due to the sheer amount of charm he effortlessly carries with him constantly, but only god knows that he is absolutely terrible at love. he is so bad at it, that it almost seemed like an actual curse for a hopeless romantic like him. but to be fair, as soon as he saw you, his first thought was that you were way too good to be true or just too good to become his anyway.

being with you (even if it was for just a couple hours) was like a one time high in all the best ways.

in a black skin-tight dress, you and jaehyun magically hit it off very well as if you were friends for the longest time and not strangers. you were an enigma, a beauty, a grace. he only seemed to be getting helplessly pulled into your orbit more and more. that was until you were gone in the snap of a finger (maybe even quicker).

to be blunt, he didn’t know what the fuck happened. did you guys just lose each other in the crowds? was there a miscommunication? were you doing this on purpose? were you nothing but a mere fraction of his imagination? was he too gone to notice? when he asked people around, why did no one have answers to you?

finally reaching the lobby of the conrad hotel he was staying in, he does a small walk of shame. employees and guests only stare at him in pity as he reaches the elevators to retreat to his room.

unlocking the door after a few attempts, he manages to get in. he takes off his damp coat to throw it off somewhere and he catches a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror.

fucking hell.

he looks like a mess. his hair and clothes were disheveled and the gloom under his eyes are so dark, you could almost brew tea with them. but there was one thing that stood out to him.

there was a certain hue of red that stained his skin. it looked like some sort of sick and twisted masterpiece. it was on his lips and scattered all around his neck. his head subconsciously plays of supercut of how it got there, and again, all his thoughts travel back to you, the visions replaying over and over.

the pristine hotel room is off-putting. after being wasted and having such a messy night himself, the room looks too clean, making it hard to look at. it feels as if though he doesn’t belong.

but as uninviting the room may be, he still walks over to the desk to grab his notebook and a pen. he won't allow himself to not remember you when he is sober. he flips open to the first blank page he finds and hastily scribbles his every thought surrounding you, letting his mind become restless as it shows him versions of you in different dimensions until dawn breaks.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)

[thai-with-booty]

The man I cant resist takes it all

I've checked my phone an embarrassing number of times so far this morning. Each time I jab the keypad to illuminate my screen, my heart drops a little when I see no notification. "Lek, you have got to relax" I tell myself out loud. You have the whole weekend in Bangkok, he will message, he cant resist you as much as you cant resist him. I've showered and am groomed to perfection, smooth everywhere, just for you. I thought of your tongue this morning as I slid my soapy hand between my legs, gliding over my silky smooth pussy. The very thought made me tingle, made my nipples stiffen and a warm sensation spread between my thighs. Being so turned on and horny this morning is a naughty little secret that serves as a constant reminder of you and what's to come. Well what's to come if today comes off. God it better, I'm aching so badly for you. As I pick up the ipad and lay down on the the bed, my phone double beeps. Instantly my stomach flips with excitement as I grab my phone. '1 New Message from James. ‘We're on, get ur sexy ass over here in an hour 😉' As I jump off the bed to change, my hands shake a little. After 4 years of knowing you, you still have this effect on me, it's crazy. Nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do, turned me on the way you do. I love it and hate it all at once. Love how giddy you make me feel, yet hate the weird power you've got over me. How my resolve slowly weakened and I let you back into my life. I vowed I'd never cheat on my husband, but with you it's somehow different. There's so much between us, it's like it doesn't count. And so here I am again, can't get enough of you. Reaching for the box on top of my wardrobe I've already decided what I'm wearing. A new sexy bra and crotchless panties, giving you full access to every inch of me.  I slide the panties over my hips, inspecting my reflection as I do. It's so exposing and for a moment I wonder if it's too much but thinking of your reaction, I smile. I slip a black silky dressing gown on, the silk brushing against my nipples making me shiver. Selecting a bottle of lube, a vibrator and my plug, I quickly sliding the box back on top of the wardrobe. I lay back on the bed, my hand resting over the slit in my panties. So wet from my excitement of seeing you. It's a relief, the constant stimulation becomes almost too much to bare after a while, I'm desperate to have you satisfy me properly. Picking up my plug tail I pump a generous amount of lube onto it and spread my legs. While you were always big, somehow you seem so much thicker than before. If you were enough to take my breath away everytime you filled my pussy, how the fuck was I going to manage you taking my ass? Turns out I was worrying about nothing. I can't deny those first few minutes weren't uncomfortable, painful even but you were so slow and gentle and my body soon relaxed to accommodate you. The sensation sent me wild, giving you all of me, your groans at how tight it felt and your gasp as I pushed back onto you, taking every inch of your perfect cock. It sent a thundering orgasm through my body which made you cum so hard inside me, I swear I felt every pulse, every drop of your hot load. It was so animalistic, so delicious, and well, since then it's been on my mind a lot. I hold the plug just over my most intimate place and gently apply pressure, it slowly begins to slide into me. I can't help but enjoy the sensation and play with it for a moment, teasing myself before gently pushing it all the way into me. I know you love finding it in me, signalling that I want it. Allowing my ass to relax, ready to take you and god am I going to let you take me. I'm confident enough now to know I like it a little harder, like you owning me in the ultimate way. I run my finger up over my wet slit to my clit, so sensitive I can barely touch it. I really hope you go down on me. I'll last seconds with your tongue flicking over my swollen clit. Fuck you're good at it, just thinking about the way your suck and nip at it when licking my pussy is almost enough to make me cum there and then. Picking up the ipad I open my favourite porn site and tap to find something to pass the time. My tastes have got a little more specific since you came back into my life. I pick something with anal and squirting in the title and hit play. This is doing nothing for my desperation to cum but it's not long before I hear the door open and the keys jangle as you lock it behind you. I can barely breathe I'm so excited. "Lek?" Putting the ipad down I leave my room and make my way to ur place, we get no words out as you see a glimpse of what's under my gown and push me hard against the wall. Kissing me your hands grab at my ass pulling me into you. You're hard already, I can feel your cock straining against your jeans. I need you right now and take your hand to lead you to the bedroom. As we step into the bedroom you pull me close from behind, your lips roughly on my neck, hands squeezing my tits. I push my ass back against your cock moaning. Your hand drops to my hip, sliding closer to the lace of my panties. Moving down over the front, feeling the material part under your fingers to reveal my silky smooth pussy, already so wet. I inhale sharply, I've been longing for your touch and am desperate to have your fingers inside me. I part my legs allowing you easier access as your middle finger slides between my lips, expertly finding my clit. My whimper makes you bite at my neck harder. You push your cock against my ass as I try hard to stop myself cuming too fast. "James, not yet please!" I beg you as I get pushed hard forward onto the bed and roughly flipped over. Laying back you drop to your knees pushing my thighs apart. The crotchless panties allowing you a full view of my glistening pussy, so ready for you. We lock eyes and I know what's coming. My breathing is fast, heart pounding as you pull the lace apart further and begin to gently flick your tongue over me, circling my clit. It's driving me wild as I close my eyes and grip the bed sheets trying to control myself. I feel your finger teasing me, not quite inside me but so close. Trying so hard to push myself onto you, desperate to have your fingers inside me. Finally you give in and push a finger hard into me, I moan as you pump in and out, my pussy so wet. Quickly you add a second, I'm going to cum and you know it as you nip at my most sensitive parts. You hand reaching to pinch my exposed nipples. I have to bite my hand to stop a scream escaping. Then you feel it, my pussy gripping tight around your fingers as an orgasm starts to rip through me. I buck my hips against your touch as the surge keeps coming. You keep going, teasing every last bit from me as my body finally relaxes and I throw my arm over my face. My cheeks burning, you can make me cum so fast it's embarrassing. Now it's my turn. Standing up you lean forward, your body pressed against mine and kiss me. Making me taste my pussy on your lips. I wrap my legs around you pulling you against me tighter and push myself up, "Lay down". You unbuckle your belt and ease your jeans down, your boxers follow and your thick cock springs free. I smile licking my lips, your eyes fixed on me. Positioning myself between your legs I run my tongue up the length of you as you groan. Your cock twitching at my touch as I grip you and take you in my mouth. Eagerly licking and sucking your delicious cock, relishing the taste of you. My hand works up and down your shaft as my tongue swirls over your swollen head. Your eyes are closed as you bite your lip. Moving my hand I take you as deep in my throat as I can, so deep I gag at your size. My hand massages your balls, I'm ready for more. Your eyes open as I stop and you move up the bed slightly, leaning back on the pillows. I climb onto you, your cock resting between my thighs, against my pussy. As you pull me forward to kiss me, I grind my wetness up and down the underside of your cock, it feels so good. Your hands on my ass cheeks encouraging me. Lifting myself off you, my hand reaches to guide your cock, I need you inside me now. Staring deep into your eyes, the tip of your cock resting against my aching pussy I gently start to ease myself into you. I hope the sensation I get when I take your cock never goes, the deliciously burning sting at you being that bit too big for me. Feeling every fibre in me stretching for you, every nerve on fire desperate to be filled, properly, like nobody else has ever done. Your hands are on my hips trying to push me down onto you faster and harder but I managed to resist you and take my time, teasing us both. Until nudging my knee away with your thigh makes me take your whole length in one. I scream out but it doesn't stop you as you thrust up into me. It feels so intense, you're ball deep inside me and we both need it so bad as we thrust together. You unhook my bra, my exposed nipples not enough for you, your hands squeeze at my tits, teeth biting against my flushed neck. My pussy is getting wetter with every thrust we make in unison. Your hand reaches around to feel the plug in my ass and as I close my eyes you slide it from me. As my eyes open and stare at you a naughty smirk falls over your face, I can feel your finger massaging my ass and very slowly you push one inside me. I can't take this anymore, my pussy desperately aching to cum down your cock and the tip of your finger teasing my ass is too much to take. "Look at me" you demand, that's all it takes. I start to cum and hard, pushing myself right down into you, my pussy squeezing around your girth so tightly, a gush of my juices escaping from deep inside me as I cry out. My breathing quickened and skin burning you don't let up as you continue to pound into me. "Stop!" I have to cry out, lifting myself off you slightly. You barely give me any time to compose myself before you order me to turn around, all fours. I've got goosebumps as I wait on all fours for what's going to come next. I can hear the squirt of the lube bottle and then feel you. Rubbing the head of your cock up and down my wet slit. From ass to pussy and back, I have no idea where I'm going to feel you. You stop over my ass, gently pressing against me, I'm barely breathing. Slowly you push into me, I can hear the pounding of my own heartbeat in my ears. I know it'll only feel this way for a moment but you're so big and it takes my body time to relax around you. Your hand reaches around to gently massage my pussy and as the feelings of pleasure take over I start to push back onto you, letting you know I'm ready. I love hearing your groans, telling me how tight it feels, letting you own me. It doesn't take long before your thrusts become harder, your hands move to my shoulders, pulling me onto your cock harder and deeper. Making my waist drop and my ass move towards you even more. With no warning you pull fully from me and thrust back into my pussy, I whimper at the sudden change of sensation. I barely have time to adjust before your cock pulls from me sharply and you plunge into my ass. I scream out but it only seems to drive you on more and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't in ecstasy right now. Every nerve in my body is on end, your full balls slap against me. I reach for my vibrator, my big one that feels most similar to you. 'Do it' you urge. No lube required as I push it into my soaking pussy, "Fuck" I gasp, I've never felt so full in my life and I know you can feel it too. The way you're fucking me has become more animalistic, your breathing is hard and fast. You usually take my lead when you're in my ass but you've become lost in your own pleasure. I fuck myself hard with my toy, tears fill my eyes I'm so overcome. "Please cum, I can't take it" I beg you, but like a flag to a bull it makes you reach around and take my toy in your own hand. You fuck my pussy and ass in unison and tell me not to cum. "Please?!" I beg you, as tears fall down my burning cheeks. "Don't" you growl at me. But I can't stop and as you plunge into me again I cry out "Sorry!" and my body starts to convulse around you. You can feel my orgasm in my ass and along with me you start to cum, if even possible your cock seems to pulse thicker inside me, filling me with your hot sticky load. Our orgasms not allowing the others any reprieve as they last and last. Finally our bodies relax, each of us occasionally shuddering as the ghost of our pleasure still throbs through us. You pull me up to kiss me, your cock still in my ass, wiping the tears from my cheek you murmur, "Good girl"

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

COMING HOME

Jackson “Jax” Teller x Reader

Anon #1 asked: Jax teller x reader a smuuuuttttttt one pleaseeeee

Anon #2 asked: Oh yay! Bc I really wanted to request something, although if you're not comfortable writing it I totally understand. I wanted to request Jax Teller x reader where the reader is being mistreated (how ever ur comfortable writing that) by a boyfriend and she escapes to the club house where Jax is there late one night, and he ends up taking care of her and comforting her. She tells him she broke things off & he ends up telling her how he feels and it's really fluffy? Or some variation of this.

Warnings: NSFW, smut.

Word Count: 2.3k

Author comments: First time writing for Jax and I don't know what the fuck I did. The story of my life. This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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When you want to realize, you're stopping dead the wheels of the car in front of the Teller Morrow workshop. Your eyes are filled with tears, running down your cheeks and getting mixed with the blood on your face. It hurts a lot, even the smallest movement you make with your face. There's a gap under your left eye, product of a hit that Larry gave you with one of his golden rings. He also broke your lower lip by a similar punch. You know that tomorrow it's going to be worst. But you can't handle it anymore. Every night is the same shit. Alcohol, drugs and take out his anger with you. 

The main door of the clubhouse gets opened. You stand close to your car, with a hand supported on the hood. Your cry stops for a second, watching Jax giving some slow steps towards you somewhat confused. When he notices the blood, he runs faster than never almost colliding with your body. Cupping your cheeks into his hands, the man has a quick look of your face, clicking his tongue before taking off his jacket to place it on your shoulders. You haven't noticed that you're wearing nothing but a long shirt. No pants, no shoes. Nothing. Jax lifts you up between his arms, letting you get a little relaxed knowing that you're already safe.

“What happened?” He asks without looking at you, and his jaw tightening.

You just shrug your shoulders in silence, while he leaves you over his bed. You're not trying to protect your boyfriend, you don't want to see him again after all the pain he provoked you. But seems pretty obvious what happened and why you ran away from your house. Jax have always been so kind and gentle with you, that you thought he was the one who could protect you. You met him almost six years ago, just by a coincidence, and you started to be friends since the first moment you impressed him talking about his bike. And of course, he never liked Larry, knowing the piece of trash he is.

“I'm sor—sorry. I didn't know whe—where to go”.

“Home. You're at home, okay?” He replies, leaning towards the mattress with a knee nailed in to leave a kiss on your forehead. “I'll be back in a second, don' move”.

You simply nod, trying to clean your tears and staining the back of your hands with some blood. Not much after, he comes back from the bathroom carrying some cotton, alcohol and stitches to fix you up. It hurts. The hydrogen peroxide in contact with your skin itches too much. And you're ashamed because of Jax is seeing you falling into pieces, even when he warned you about that guy and what he could do.

“I will leave by morning. Just… please, let me stay tonight”. You beg desperate, pulling away from him your gaze as soon as he finishes of putting the stitches. 

“You can stay here all the time you need. There are enough empty dorms. And I will take care of you, so Samcro will too”. Lifting up your face by two fingers under your chin, he forces you to look at him. “I'm gonna give you some clothes, so you can take a shower, okay?”

Helping you to get up from his bed, Jax lets you go barely a few seconds. Enough time to find another shirt and a pair of sweatpants. You take it from his hands, almost caressing it ephemerally, before walk into the bathroom closing the door behind your steps. The warm water finally relax your body, falling all around you from your hair to your toes. You know that the nightmare has ended and that your, now, ex-boyfriend is not going to bother you anymore. Although you can't help but feel somewhat restless, wrapping your body with a towel and sitting on the toilet, having a deep, deep breath. 

When you're ready, wearing the clothes that Jax gave you and having a last look in the mirror of your bruised face, you walk out of the bathroom. The man hangs up a call before you can hear anything he's talking about.

“Better?”

“Yes… Thank you”.

“This has to end, (Y/N)”.

You nod licking your lips, standing up close to the bed.

“Tomorrow Chibs, Happy and I will go with you to pick up your things. You can stay here, if you feel safe”. He sentences, knowing that you don't have any option, even if it's the best one. “I can't… see you again like that”.

“I'm sorry, Jax…” You say again, sitting slowly by his side.

“I'm being serious”.

“I know”.

“I told you”. 

Seems like he's getting desperate, rubbing his face with both hands and pulling away the short hair back to his nape. You can't help but hug him, wrapping his shoulders with both arms as you sink your face on his neck. It feels good. His smell is enough to make you lost all the fears that were running through your body, knowing that everything is going to get better. 

“That asshole doesn't deserve you. You're much more than a one-night-stand. You have to know it”. He mutters holding you a little more tightly.

“Ja—”

Before you can say anything else, not even a word, he lifts up your chin colliding your lips with his. Your heart jumps, racing faster than you could think. And it takes you some seconds to react, but you kiss him back. Slowly. So slowly, enjoying the taste of beer and cigars, while his nervous hands holds your hips wanting you closer if it's possible. When his tongue finds yours looks like an explosion inside your mouth. You were desiring it since you met him, and seems like he was feeling the same way. 

“Stay with me”.

One of his hands cups your cheek, tangling the tiptoes in some bristles close to you ear. His nose touching yours, eyes closed, drinking each other's breaths. 

“I want you to stay with me, lemme' make it up to you”. 

The mutter colliding in your lips makes you nod in silence. Running down his callous hands by your sides, Jax lifts up the Reaper Crew shirt to throw it somewhere, enjoying the views of your bristling nipples calling him. He leans forward to them catching one between his lips and the other with two fingers. One being bitten, the other being pinched. And a soft moan growing in your mouth. He knows exactly what to do, wetting it with his saliva and touring your skin with the tip of his tongue. His free hand travels down right to the waistband of your sweatpants, going under it to lightly touch your beaten clit needed for any kind of caresses. For Jax feels so good find you so wet, only for him. Something that he has been wanting so fucking bad since a long time ago. He curves his finger inside your pussy, slowly, trying to learn every single inch of it and its tightness. 

Your hips moving unconsciously looking for more friction when you feel how he is getting harder every second you're on top of him, gasping and begging for more whispering. After taking off his shirt, the man bites your lower lip, pulling away his finger from you just to make you lay down above the mattress. He finally undresses you, being exposed to his blue eyes getting darker and watching how he licks his lips.

“Touch you as I would do it”.

You don't say nothing, opening your legs for the SOA' president and placing them to both sides of his body kneeled on the bed. He's going to remember it his whole life, looking how he follows every move your right hand does. It goes down by your stomach before continuing for the pelvis. You can feel the heat that emanates from your thighs, when you dig a finger in your pussy. Yes, it's wetted like never before. And you start to jerk yourself off, maintaining his lustful gaze, somewhat faster than he did before. The first moan appears when you see him rubbing the lump on his crotch, so needed to feel it inside you.

“Fuck, Jackson…”

“You like it?”

“Yes… Yes…” You try to nod, going a little bit deeper, almost arching your back. “Can you… Can you… Hm… I want a second finger, please…”

“You got it, baby”. He answers hardening his tone.

And you step in another one, containing yourself of gasping too loud, not knowing if someone else is in the clubhouse. You pound your hot pussy imagining that is his cock, spreading more your legs to let Jax sees how much you want him. Your palm almost hitting your entrance, intensifying the uncontrollably sounds your vocals chords utter. You want a third one and a fourth one thrusting you, to compensate that it's not his hand, nor his dick, burning in pleasure and desire.

Jax frees himself of the jeans, showing you that huge erection with some veins marked in, making your mouth watering by imagine how it could feel pressing it to your throat and filling you completely till drown you. His long fingers moving his own sensitive skin from top to bottom, as fast as you're fingering your pussy. 

“Put a third one, baby”. He asks you licking his lower lip, not being able to raise the look of your hand.

You obey as the good girl you are, screaming out his name when you push it harder into you. You can't help but intensify the erratic move, provoking him to do the same. You're about to come, squeezing your legs over the sheets, when the older grabs your forearm to pull it away making you growl somewhat upset. 

“Lemme' taste you”.

You can't talk. You just nod in silence, watching how he lies down between your legs, putting his arms under them but nailing his hands on your abdomen. His tongue goes slow from your back entrance to the other, tasting and drinking your fluids until he reach your swollen clit. His beard gives you some tickles every time it touches your thighs. Jax gently bite that sensitive part of your body, tangling your wetted fingers in the blonde bristles.

“Cum in my mouth, (Y/N)”

Even if it's a petition, it finally sounds like a command, thrusting two fingers decorated by two gold rings under his tongue. Into you. 

“Fuck, Jax!” You cry out, pushing his face closer among your legs.

His tongue feels delicious, moving so fast around your entrance that you can't handle it for much more, while his fingers completes the next level of pleasure you have never felt before. Arching your back at the exact moment your anatomy shakes because of his mouth, he presses his nose against your skin touring your pussy to taste your cum. He can assure that he has never tried something better.

And the man doesn't let you any time to recover yourself, when he's already helping you to sit up.

“All in fours, my love”. He whispers close to your lips, before leaving a smooth kiss on them.

You do, turning your body to support your weight on your palms and knees. Chest resting above the pillow, spreaded legs and waist raised up. Positioning his body not fully naked among your thighs, Jax guides his dick all over your ass and pussy to tease you a little. You can hear the sound of a spittle, feeling it colliding to your entrances, and the saliva running down to the bed, knowing he's gonna fuck you without having to ask for it.

So he does. Nailing his hands on your hips almost hurting you, he digs his cock among your folds, making you scream with broken voice. Far away stayed the slow moves to make you feel loved, pounding you so hard that the headboard collides with the wall. Your moans getting tangled with his guttural growls wandering around the dorm. His lower abdomen hitting your ass once and again, resting your forehead on the pillow, as he goes deep into it. You want more. You couldn't be tired of his thrusts, being satisfied for the first time in years. 

Jax is so big. More than he wants to hide under his typical jeans. And it feel so good when you find yourself close to the edge again. The orgasm finds you some hard pounds after, crying loud his full name and making him smirk proud of it. 

“I want to cum in that delicious mouth yours, baby… Can I, uh?”

It's pretty fun how he has been giving you orders the whole time, to now ask you for something. How could you even say ‘no’? You raise a hand back to his chest, making him know that you want it too. Quickly, Jax pulls out his throbbing erection, jacking himself off while you lie on your back and he practically sits on your breasts. Taking your nape with his free hand, he lifts up your head until his red glans is above your open lips ready to receive his cum. You step out your tongue at the moment he finally fills your mouth with his hot seed, right to your throat. Jax has to slightly lean his neck back, cursing himself for not being able to see your face. But he does when you swallow his juices, before sucking his cock. Stealing him a loud moan, you press your wall with his glans, tasting the most sweet than bitter fluids on it, licking his skin with your tongue and wetting it with your saliva.

“Good girl, take it all”.

Leaving it there until an arcade appears, you feel one of his hands touching your pussy again, soaking it with your jizz before lying by your side. Then, he brings his fingers to your mouth, enjoying the way you have to lick them so calm and slow that you could make him fall into the ecstasy again. His lips finds yours, with that mix of alcohol and your delicious cums on your tongues.

Jax takes the advantage of get full undressed, before getting comfy close to you, with tired and short kisses traveling all around your face.

“Will you lemme take care of you?”

You nod in silence, trying to catch back your breathe and placing a shaky leg surrounding his waist. He caresses it with his right hand, putting the left arm under your neck to hold you closer.

“I love you, (Y/N)”. He mutters into your lips, drawing a goofy smile on the corner of your lips.

“I love you, Jax”.

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Ah!! My bad!! Didn't know you couldn't write controversial stuff!! I'll be happy to resend the ask!))May I have Enji, Bakugo, and Deku with a very punk S/O?-Anarchy anon

Bakugou:

• He thinks its very entertaining.

• V e r y

• He likes what you wear 🥺🥺

• He thinks they suit you

• they match your skin

• and your body

• thigh highs?? Yes.

• skirts??? He loves it

• tight jeans?? Baby pop the duck off

• studded collar? Y e s

• all your bracelets? Shits dope as duck

• Listen I know his parents literally work in fashion- but he did not inherit the genes needed to be good at it

• so you're gonna have to help hi

• and your make up blows him away

• You teach him how to do eyeliner

• bc we all know he abuses the power

• so you sit him down and you show him how you do yours

• and then you give him an extra eyeliner pen and he copies each step

• Now his eyeliner is sharp as fuck

• its great

• he'll help you dye your hair

• which you love because the feeling of him playing with you hair or running his fingers through it to even out the dyed strands feels like heaven

• you've fallen asleep from it before

• he thinks its funny

• bc here you are

• big scary punk babe

• falling asleep bc he's playing w your fucking hair

• HE LOVES YOUR ATTITUDE

• There just this ion give a fuck attitude that punks have

• and he lives for it

• except when it comes to school

• or anything else productive

• so basically just when you're dealing with other people

• bc he's absolutely on your ass about grades

• he'll come w you to get new piercings

• stick n pokes are a no go tho

• seriously he'll flip lmaoo

Deku-

• Bro you and Dekj are literally the opposite

• he's ✨🧚‍♀️🥰😍💋💫❣❣

• a fucking bottom

• and youre 🤬👺😈💢♠️⛓💉🩸🗡

• its very amusing to see a babey decked out in black and blue and purple with crazy fucking hair, screamjng profanities at some bitch who had the misfortune of messing w ur bf

• and then a broccoli boy w green hair panicked and trying to pull you away from the fight

• :)

• he's enamored with your makeup tho

• heavy eyeliner?? Yes

• blush??? Yes.

• eyeliner in places thats not your fucking eye? Yes.

• Black lipstick? Yes.

• Babey wants to try and to it 🥺

• its harder than he thinks

• he's looking at the best he just made on your eyelids and he's like 😓

• he likes to try on your jewelry too!!

• just chill with it throughout the day

• like he'll walk into class one day wearing your spiked choker and no one bats an eye

• bc they just know

• its a deku thing

• or he'll come in wearing your cool hand chain things on days they don't have to train

• or your bracelets!

• also?? He sees your coping method of piercings

• and that you do them yourself

• and he'll watch as you do it like 🥰🥰

• he'll make sure its all safe tho!!!

• just because you're punk doesn't mean you can't be safe!!!!

• he likes to see all your cool pins :(

• he'll steal those too

• @ arthur making a fist meme pin

• your favorite one

• he SNATCHES

• HE JUST TAKES IT

• AND YOURE LOOKING FOR IT

• UNTIL ONE DAY YOU SEE IT ON HIS MOTHER FUCKING BACKPACK

• n your like sir??????

• whomst??

• you can't take it from him tho 😔

• he's just too cute and he'd be sad if you took it

• he'll sometimes pick your outfit to go out

• or he'll have you style something he can wear so he looks 😤😤 too

• and its a vibe

Enji:

• You'd never think

• THE Enji Todoroki

• would end up

• w someone

• like

• you

• He's a very composed man

• He dresses well, expensive designer brands

• he's always put together and well-mannered (for the most part)

• and then there's you

• the fucking gremlin from hell that runs on caffeine and energy drinks that looks like a hottopic advertisement

• Its awesome tbh

• Shouto LOVES you

• Bc you're in your late 20's- Early 30's and you fr just living not giving a shit

• Not acting like his mother

• knowing you have like 0 authority over him

• just fucking vibing

• And somehow you managed to snag his dad??

• youre the embodiment of ill marry your date and make you my stepson bitch

• he's like yo, I see you

• Enji lowkey (highkey he just doesn't think its obvious) finds it hot

• that you dress the way you too

• and your attitude

• it just does things to him

• he just really really likes the vibe

• theres an excitement of finally just letting go and saying fuck it after a long day of being composed

• and it appeals to him

• I feel like lowkey part of the punk vibe is making/thrifting/mismatching clothes and just good hard as fuck

• like

• I got these pants from Walmart, this shirt from 7/11 that I cut up and I found these shoes behind the dumpster of an Arby's so here we fucking go

• so when he buys you fancy and expensive punk shit you're like 😤😤😤

• but also like 👁👁

• bc get that bread sis

• mans just watches you kill your hair with bleach and hair dye

• "Would you like me to call and schedule and appointment with Fuyumis hair stylist?" He asks with confusion

"No!! We're fucking shit up is what we're doing. We HAVE to do it this way!!!!"

"Okay, would you like help? I can try the best I'm able to,"

"Aw bby, help is for the week."

• you end up needing help to get the back lmaoooo

• you do your own haircuts

• bc like I said

• fucking shit up

• thats the vibe

• m u l l e t

• PLEASE

• or you know the girls that cut lil bits of their hair so short it looks like lil horns??

• please do that

• I promise he'll get rlly soft about it

• "I believe it suits you," he'll say softly, running his fingers through the ends of your hair

"Thanks, I fucked it up and went for it."

• he tends not to curse as much

• so

• :)

• you'll curse for him

• some shit goes wrong? You're right next to him?

• get ready for the storm bb

• "oh you mother fucking cu-"

• he honestly doesn't mind the mouth

• bc like I said before

• its refreshing for him to know he can come home and not be expected to be composed

• He will absolutely be willing to pay for whatever tattoos you want

• and honestly just take him up on it bc tattoos are expensive like

• 3 letters is like 150 bruh

• but!! Piercings are done at home!

• unless they're in your mouth :)

• tongue piercing or that peircing above your teeth

• he won't let you do shit like that at home

• when you did get them he helped you take care of them

• but esr piercings are free game

• overall he's very very supportive in the way you dress and act all around• he really doesn't mind at all