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[wonjuii]

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[babeydollx]

The Fourth Day of Kinkmas: Virginity | Steve Harrington

Warnings: cursing, smut, virginity, oral sex, mentions of sex, some fluff

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Summary: In which Steve and Y/N have their first time together

Author's Note: I'd just like to put out there that, the first part of this fic shows that Y/N feels kinda shameful about being a virgin but seriously.. there is nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about when it comes to being inexperienced. Everyone is ready at different times, some sooner than others but it's okay not to be ready right away 💗

12 Days of Kinkmas Masterlist

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

You were making out with your boyfriend Steve at his place. You were planning on staying the night with him since it was the weekend. You had stayed at your boyfriend's house many times but, this was the first time that your kissing had got this intense and heated. You weren't really sure what to do with yourself since you had never really done anything like this before. Steve knew that you were a little inexperienced but, he doesn't know it to it's full extent.

As the two of you were making out, you pulled away from him before looking away. "I- what's wrong, baby?" Steve asked with a small frown. He could always tell when something was bothering you. "Well it's just.." you sighed before speaking again, "I mean I am unexperienced." You said, sounding almost ashamed. "Well I already knew that you were babe." He said as he tilted his head, trying to figure out what the real thing upsetting you was.

"Yeah you know only a little of the truth though." You said. "What are you talking about?" He asked. "Well..." you felt embarrassed to tell him but you knew that you had to eventually. "It's just.. I'm still a virgin." You said quietly. Steve sat there for a moment in silence which just worried you more. You weren't sure what type of reaction he would have to you telling him this information. He was already super experienced with pretty much all things sexual. You were just scared that if he knew that you were a virgin that that may turn him off of you for good.

"Are you mad?" You finally asked, trying to break the awkward silence. Steve looked over at you with a confused look on his face. "Mad? Why would be mad, baby?" He asked. "Well.. because I'm not a virgin and.. I never told you until now." You said quietly. "Oh sweetheart.." He said with a frown as he took your hands in his own. "Baby that would never upset me. It's completely okay that you're still a virgin and I'd never push you to have sex with me if you weren't ready for it." He said softly. "But you're so experienced and I'm not. I don't even have a shred of experience when it comes to anything sexual other than making out." You said with a frown.

"Well that's okay though. Everyone starts out inexperienced, babe." He said. "And it's totally up to you when you decide to have sex and who you decide to have it with. And if you want to not do it earlier on and wait then that is totally your choice." He said. "Everyone's different baby but, you should never ever be ashamed of yourself because you're a virgin or because you're inexperienced because, it's okay." He said with a small smile. "Well about the being ready part." You said before looking up at him. "I am ready to have sex.. I know I can trust you and I know that you're the one I have been saving myself for." You said.

"Wait, are you sure baby?" He asked. "Because really, it's okay if you aren't ready. You don't need to have sex with me just to make me happy." He said as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "No I'm not just saying it, Steve. I really am ready. I know I am." You said with a smile. "I want to do this with you.." You said softly. He nodded before leaning in and softly kissing you again. The kiss started off gentle and loving but quickly turned into passion and hunger. You tangled your fingers in his brown locks as the two of you made out passionately. Steve broke the kiss so he could stand up before scooping you up into his arms causing you to giggle.

He took you upstairs to his bedroom before laying you down on his bed gently. He began to kiss you again before kissing down your neck, leaving hickies all over your soft skin. As he kissed down your body, he pulled off all your clothes until you were completely naked. He stood up at the end of the bed so he could admire you. "God, you're so gorgeous laying out on my bed like this." He said as he bit his lip. He spread your legs apart so he could get a look at your pussy. You sat up on your elbows watching him, both nervous and eager to see what he would do next.

He got onto the bed and settled his head between your legs before licking a strip up your folds. You gasped and sighed, rested your head back on the soft pillow behind you. He licked up your folds once more before spreading them. Steve looked up at you before diving in, licking and sucking at your clit. You moaned out as he ate you out like he was a starved man. "I- fuck baby.." You moaned as Steve continued to eat you out. As he was eating you out, you felt a knot starting to tighten in your stomach. And before you knew it you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you causing your legs to tremble.

"I- Steve!" You moaned out his name as you came on his tongue. Steve pulled back with a smirk. "Fuck baby, you're so hot.. I can't wait until I get you on my cock." He smirked devilishly. "What are you waiting for." You said as you looked up at him, biting your lip. "Oh baby, I'm gonna have so much fun with you tonight.

Author's note: tysm for reading!

[satrs]

how about A9 and 10 with Ness ^^

to the event

FEATURING; NESS ALEXIS x FEM!READER

୨୧ TAGS; NSFW CONTENT. MDNI! pwp. Somnophila. cunnilingus. oral(f! receiving). mention of overstim.

୨୧ WC; 0.3k

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

You stirr awake by a rush of pleasure running through your body, eyes half asleep as you catch him burried between your legs, one leg thrown over his shoulder as he looked at you with a lovestruck look on his face.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Your response cracked with a moan as his mouth latched onto your clit, harshly sucking the plumb nub. "F-fuck, Ness-"

He hushed you by inserting two of his slender fingers into your aroused heat, a smile plastered on his face as his restless sucking found no end. “Just a little more, mkay? You taste so good, cant stop now", he mumbled into your pussy before curling his fingers up to hit your sweet spot.

You pant, last bit of sleep now leaving your body as your hand tangle into his locs, eagerly pushing his head further into your heat. The vibration of his sounds against your weeping cunt made it hard for you to keep still, thighs shaking in his hold.

His skillful fingers increased their antics, rubing your gushy spot almost in a teasing manner. His eyes shot up at your squeak, eyes shot open whilst your eyebrows knitt in concentraton has you observe the man dipped between your legs.

He was dedicated, too lost in his own head to notice your thighs clasping around his head and cunt gushing around his fingers as you came.

Snapping back from his pleasure-clouded mind, his fingers abandoned your hole, mouth following suit. His eyes sparkled in awe as he watched your juices coat your twitching hole.

“Did you come already?”

He needed no answer by just one look to your fucked out expression, a low growl coming from the pit of his stomach, as his mouth was back on yours, lapping up every last bit of your arousal, painfully hard cock straining against his boxers.

You bit your bottom lip, dwelling in the feeling of his warm tongue making out with your sloppy pussy, heart beating rapidly in your chest once he replaced the cold and empty nothingness in your hole with his tongue, nose bumping into your clit in the process.

"Do it again."

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[wonjns]

fashionably — w.jh drabble

♡ wen junhui x male reader // suggestive

model jun leaning all of his body weight on you as he craned his neck downward to encase your chest in an assault of sensual kisses, thanks to the loosened buttons he wasted no time in popping open. his nose rubbing teasingly across your exposed clavicle before his tongue continues working magic on your nipples — drawing a hushed whine from you.

you, utterly confused as to how you once again found yourself in this situation; jun shamelessly claiming you as if you weren’t in a hardly-secluded hallway of the seoul fashion week gathering. you both sported pieces from the same designer this entire week, naturally causing you to be his plus one throughout the plethora of high society showcasing events. yet, regardless of how opulent and profiled these events were, you would consistently end up being dragged off somewhere by the taller male who just couldn’t keep his hands off you.

you tried your best to refute his efforts for the sake of professionalism, but resisting his charms only proved futile each time. especially now, with his long frame towering over you, his broad shoulders trapping you in as your fingers curled into his beautifully platinum dyed locs.

your mind spun as you tried to stay as quiet as possible when his muscular thigh pressed against your erection, jun taking his turn to moan into your skin as you bucked your hips against him. you were desperately hoping that no one could hear you, but it seemed jun couldn’t care less.

“mmph, need to taste you. please..” jun mumbled, slipping his tongue in your mouth before you could interject.

you both hummed as the remnants of the light champagne you were both nursing danced along each of your soft lips. you couldn’t help but melt into him as he hungrily swallowed you whole, your hands sneaking under his own unbuttoned silk shirt to feel along his toned chest. god, he was built too perfect. jun took his time in exploring your mouth, as if he hadn’t already memorized its layout from the first handful of sneaky sessions this week.

the blonde brought a hand to cradle the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him (if it were possible) as the other one teasingly palmed your bulge over your designer slacks. his palm moved against you at the same rhythmic pace as the violins being played in the main hall just around the corner. you broke the kiss to moan again, leaning your head back against the wall. your gaze shot down to the sight of his large hand working you, and the way his legs filled out his own slacks made you secretly praise the designer for constructing them to fit so tight.

“j-jun, we have to be quie- aah..” you interrupted your own whispers with a whimper as jun shifted both hands to grab hold of your ass, firmly grinding your length against his solid cock.

the friction made you speechless, and you fought to keep your eyes from rolling back when he licked your lips, sucking your bottom one between his teeth and gently biting down.

you held eye contact as jun leaned back to take you in, a small smirk being shot in your direction. he thought you looked so sexy like this, risking being caught in public all because of him. jun didn’t care when or where — he would abandon all decorum in a second just to see this view whenever he wanted.

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a/n: sorry y’all, i know it’s not a real fic but i just get so feral seeing the pics from this event and want to pounce on him everytime 🫠 so i just had to bust this out rq. ok back to homework i go—

[tiathecreator]

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[cupidbedsy]

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 | 𝘲𝘩43 ♔

➪ summary: y/n had always loved quinn but she never got the chance to act on her feelings. and then quinn realized his own, and everything changed

➪ warnings: quinn has a bitchy girlfriend, quinn thinking he's not good enough

➪ word count: 5.6k

➪ file type: song based fic

➪ sunny's notes: the first song based fic i'm reposting and it's probably one of my favorites (there's five and i actually can't choose a favorite one). i hope you guys like this one because it deserves to be loved to be honest

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‘you're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset she's going off about something that you said 'cause she doesn't get your humor like I do’

She had just sat down in the living room when she heard voices, more like a voice, outside her door. It really wasn’t her business to know who it was but they were standing outside of her door, so she took it as her duty to know what was going on outside her apartment. 

She walked to the door, abandoning her dinner and computer on the couch. She placed her head against the door, her ear straining to hear anything that was said. It didn’t take long for her to recognize the voice of her friend, Quinn. He sounded lighthearted when he said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Y/n assumed it had been at least a minute or two since Quinn had spoken last, her ear starting to hurt from being pressed against the door for that long. When the man outside her apartment finally spoke again, his tone was much different than before, “I was just making a joke, Chloe.”

There was more silence before she could hear him again, “No you always blow things so out of proportion. It was just a fucking joke you don’t need to get so upset about it. I was listening to you talk and didn’t want to interrupt you.”

Once again silence, and y/n could only assume that Quinn was being yelled at from the other end of the line. She rolled her eyes, she never really liked Chloe, though she only met her once maybe twice. She was always mad about something, and usually, it was because of something stupid. She usually made underlying digs about y/n and her job, stating that she only took it because of the guys and how she wanted to meet someone.

She heard Quinn speak a few more times, mostly mumbling profanities and more thoughts that he wouldn’t even dare to say to her face. It was silent for quite some time after that, not even movement from the man outside as he just stood in front of his door staring at his phone dejectedly. 

Y/n stood up and straightened herself out before opening the door slightly and peeking her head out. Quinn looked in her direction as he heard the door click open and gave her a small smile.

“You okay?”

Quinn only smiled before responding, “Tired of drama.”

She frowned, “Sorry.”

He just shrugged, fiddling with his keys in his pocket. Y/n turned away, looking back at the pot of Mac N Cheese that sat on her stove, ready to offer Quinn to come inside, but when she stuck her head back out into the hallway she noticed that Quinn had already made his way inside his apartment. 

She sighed before stepping back into her entranceway and shutting the door behind her. All she could think about were the three words that she had been wishing to say since she met Quinn.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘i'm in my room, it's a typical tuesday night ‘i'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like ‘and she'll never know your story like I do’

It was a game day for the Canucks meaning that not only was Quinn at Rogers Arena but y/n as well. She was wearing her fleece-lined leggings with a long-sleeve t-shirt, her Canucks cardigan thrown over it. She hadn’t had a chance to wash her hair so she just threw a beanie on top and decided it was good enough.

She had been in her office since the boys had left for the locker room, editing and sending pictures to the social team. She had her earbuds in, not wanting to disturb anyone if they were still at the arena working as well. She was listening to the playlist Quinn had made for her when she found out he played for the Canucks.

When y/n moved in next door to Quinn, he had already been playing with the team for two whole seasons. Quinn had been walking out of the apartment building when he noticed the girl struggling to carry up all of her boxes from the UHaul to her new apartment. He offered to help her, especially since it was a rare day where he didn’t have a game nor did he have practice.

He ended up offering her to have dinner at his place when he realized they were next door neighbors. That night she ended up explaining to him how she got her BA in art and design and got a minor in sports management. He was surprised when she told him she was starting a new job for his team.

『••✎••』

“Yeah, I got my bachelor's in art and design and then I decided to get a minor in sports management just because I was hoping that would boost my chances of getting a job for a sports team, which ended up happening.”

Quinn raised his eyebrows as he cut up his food, “Oh really? Who are you working for now?”

She swallowed the piece of food in her mouth before wiping her mouth with her napkin, “I’m working for the Vancouver Canucks. I was pretty surprised when they said they wanted me, I mean they are an NHL Team.”

Quinn choked on the water he had been drinking when she said the Canucks, “You’re working for the Canucks?”

She looked at him oddly as he coughed up the water, his eyes watering. She didn’t understand why he was acting like this, “Yeah? Is there a problem that I’m not aware of?”

“Um, I play for the Canucks.”

Her eyes widened, “No fucking way.”

“Yeah, Quinn Hughes, number 43.”

“Oh, that’s a weird coincidence, I guess. I mean how often does stuff like this happen?”

Quinn chuckled, “Not very.”

『••✎••』

Later that night Quinn had taken her phone and made a playlist for her of the songs that always made him feel better before a game or just in the morning when he was on his way to practice. Ever since then, she had listened to that playlist when she needed a pick-me-up, wanting something familiar to her. 

She understood why Quinn liked this music before a game, it was upbeat and productive music for her. She was able to go into work mode when the song played, cleaning her office, editing photos, and adding graphics to them when the social team asked for some extra help.

When she was done she sighed when she saw it was 11. She knew she shouldn’t be driving this late at night but she had no other choice. She walked out into the hallway and walked outside the arena. It was cold in Vancouver, snow was falling on the ground. She wrapped herself tightly in her winter jacket as she made her way to her car but paused when she saw Quinn heading to his own.

He turned when he heard footsteps coming from behind him and waved when he saw who it was, “Hey, y/n/n!”

“Hi Quinny. Didn’t expect you to be staying here this late.” 

The boy shrugged, “Had a lot to talk about tonight, I guess.”

She nodded, “Yeah. Sorry about the loss.”

Quinn just sighed and nodded, “Thanks. Do you want a ride home? I know you hate driving home in the snow, especially when it’s this late- wait what were you doing here this late?”

She blushed but it went unnoticed since her cheeks were already turning a slight shade of pink from the cold, “I was editing photos and doing some stuff for the social team. They like it when I help, which is weird because I didn’t even really go to school for that. Also, why do you know that I don’t like driving home in the snow?”

Now it was Quinn’s turn to blush, “I just remembered I guess.”

The two got in his car, Quinn reassuring her that they could go back in the morning to get her car. The first ten minutes of the ride back to their apartments were silent, the quiet sports channel of the radio playing in the background. When they brought up the Canucks loss from that night, she could tell Quinn got tense since his knuckles turned white as they gripped the steering wheel. 

“You okay?”

Quinn relaxed a little at her voice but his body was still tense a little, “Yeah, just… I feel horrible right now.”

“Did Chloe ever text you? You know, to say something about the loss?”

That was a worse question. Quinn was annoyed at the question and also upset. She hadn’t texted him, in fact, the two hadn’t talked in five days with Chloe being across the country doing a string of photo shoots. He shook his head, “Nah, she’s probably sleeping, it’s like what? Three in the morning there?”

She just nodded her head and moved her head to look out of the window again. She watched as they passed buildings, still mesmerized by the snow and how it fell on the ground and the buildings. She looked back over at the boy to now see a sad look on his face, “I know how you feel, Quinn. And just know, it’s not your fault.”

“But it is though, right? I’m the captain, I’m supposed to make them better, I’m supposed to lead them to victory.”

“You can’t make them play better, Quinny. That’s what practice is for. You’re there to motivate them, inspire them, help them. You can’t make them do anything. Trust me, I know.”

Quinn looked at her in confusion, “You do?”

“Yeah, I was the captain of the girls' hockey team in college.”

“You played hockey?” Quinn asked, a grin making its way onto his face.

She shrugged, “Yeah. I was okay, I guess.”

“Okay? If you were the captain you had to have been more than okay.”

She nodded, “I was captain for only half of a season and then I got injured. Really set me back, especially during senior year. I was supposed to be out for almost the rest of the season. I could’ve played if we made the playoffs but we didn’t. And that was the extent of my hockey career.”

Quinn could see how sad she looked talking about this so he was quick to change the subject. The two were now talking about random nonsense, saying whatever was coming to mind until they reached the doors of their apartments.

“I should not have stayed at work that long. Tomorrow’s going to be a pain in the ass.”

“You’re telling me, I hate back-to-backs. We play well for the first one and then suck ass for the second because of how tired we are.”

“Well, you sucked ass today so maybe you’ll play well tomorrow.”

Quinn laughed at this, shooting her a smile, “Or maybe we’ll suck ass even more.”

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘walk in the streets with you in your worn-out jeans i can't help thinking this is how it ought to be laughing on a park bench thinking to myself hey, isn't this easy?’

It was one of the rare off days that the two of them had and Chloe, as usual, wasn’t around. The two were quick to set up plans with one another and go walking around. When y/n walked out of her apartment she saw Quinn standing outside of his, getting ready to text her, “Hey.”

The boy looked up from his phone and smiled, “Hey.”

Y/n gave Quinn a once over, noticing his pair of worn-out jeans, “You need some new jeans there, Quinner?”

He laughs, “Probably, but I never have time to go shopping.”

She grins, “Well luckily we are going out so we can go get some things. Come on!” She grabs his arm and pulls him to the elevator, the two sneaking glances at one another as they wait for it.

Quinn offered to drive them around, but she immediately said no, wanting to be able to walk around. The boy was amused by her immediate response and nodded, “Okay okay. We can walk, you weirdo.”

“Hey! Thank you for noticing.” She smiles and the two walk around downtown Vancouver for a while, stopping at a clothing store to get new jeans for him.

About an hour later all Quinn could hear was the complaints coming from the girl, “I’m tired. My feet hurt. And ‘m cold.”

“I told you we could’ve taken the car.” He threw an arm around her shoulders, allowing her to lean some of her weight onto him.

“But I wanted to walk- Quinn look!”

He looked over to where y/n was now pointing and noticed the small ice cream shop on the corner, “Ice cream? It’s like 30 degrees out.”

She gave him a look, daring him to argue with her, “So?”

He held his arms up in surrender, lifting his arm from her shoulders leaving her feeling colder than before. His arm felt a little colder too, actually, the whole right side of his body felt colder as she moved away from him. They both looked at each other with awkward smiles on their faces before he ushered her to move forward, “Well come on then.”

She grinned and followed after him, a newfound pep in her step. When they got their ice cream, they made their way over to the park and sat down on one of the benches. Quinn was not fond of this idea, his whole body was cold and with him eating ice cream now, he sure as hell wasn’t getting any warmer.

They were talking about the upcoming banquet for the team, “I don’t understand these banquets. I don’t wanna go.”

Quinn whined like a little kid making y/n erupt in laughter. It was easy between them, they didn’t have to force conversation whenever they were together, they worked together so they saw each other almost all of the time, and they understood each other’s lifestyles, each other’s humor. Quinn could always talk to her about hockey which was nice especially when it was a hard game. 

That’s all y/n could think about as they sat on the bench, how easy it was. She didn’t want to be selfish but truly, why was Quinn with her? She had never once heard her ask him how his game went, he always told her that she was busy at a premier or doing whatever she was doing while she was away. She always yelled at him over the phone, she acted possessive, truly she felt bad for Quinn. He deserved better.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘and you've got a smile that can light up this whole town i haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down’

Quinn’s smile was y/n’s favorite thing in the world. It made her smile, it made others smile, it was contagious. Every time she would be taking pictures on the ice and she would see Quinn with a smile plastered on his face she took a picture and usually saw others around him smiling as well. 

Truth be told, it was rare for Quinn to smile, at least a full one. The most she got out of him lately was a small smirk or a tiny side grin when she would make a joke or any time they ran into each other really. She didn’t know if it was him just being him and not wanting to smile or if it was Chloe.

They fought a couple of weeks ago, probably the worst one yet. She had been granted a small leave from the photo shoot so she came back to see Quinn, which shocked him. He had come home late from the game, they had won by a landslide and Quinn had gotten his first win as captain. They went out for drinks, even inviting y/n and some of the wags to go with them. She accepted and made friends with some of the girls, some even joking that she would be one soon. 

『••✎••』

Y/n might have had a little too much to drink, causing Quinn to have to drive her home, as usual. Quinn laughed as she stumbled down the hallway, talking about how she got so many pictures of him from tonight’s game, “I’m sure you did.”

She giggled, “I did! Believe me! They are all on my computer, I should make you my background.”

The boy blushed and shook his head, “Okay. I think you’ve had way too much to drink. Come on, where’s your keys?”

She could only mumble now, becoming increasingly tired as the thought of her bed on the other side of the door plagued her mind, “Pocket.”

Quinn reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the keys, keeping her upright with his arm wrapped around her waist. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside but before they even got a step into the apartment, Quinn’s door opened, “Quinn!”

Quinn looked surprised as he looked at his girlfriend standing in the entryway of his home, “Chloe? What are you doing here?”

“They gave me a break so I thought I would come and surprise you but I see you’re a little busy.”

A heavy glare settled on her face and Quinn looked apologetic, “Let me just get her inside then we will talk.”

Chloe only rolled her eyes and scoffed, walking back into his apartment. Quinn moved y/n to her bed, taking off her shoes and her jacket, “You need anything before I go?”

She shook her head. Quinn smiled at her before patting her calf and walking out of her apartment and into his own. It was only five minutes later that she could hear the screaming from the neighboring home. Y/n groaned at the noise before getting the urge to puke.

She ran into the bathroom and emptied her stomach into the toilet, groaning from the action. She leaned her head against the wall and listened to the sound of the two bickering back and forth. Ten minutes later she still sat there when there was a slam followed by footsteps outside in the hallway. 

She frowned when she heard something being thrown across the room and sighed to herself, wishing she could help him.

『••✎••』

And ever since then, Quinn’s smiles had been slim to nonexistent even when they won a game, or he scored a goal. When they hung out and watched a comedy movie he didn’t smile, just a small upturn of his mouth and that was it. 

Now it was the beginning of November and everyone was buzzing from the incredible start the Canucks had gotten off to. They were currently 8-2-1 going into the game against the Oilers and they were hoping to extend their win streak to four. 

Y/n was walking around in her usual attire in the arena, gathering pictures for later. She had gotten plenty from warm-ups and during the periods, taking a small break during intermissions before heading down to get some in the tunnel. 

Everyone erupted in cheers when the game was over, they had won 6-2. Y/n quickly put her skates on to head out for the stars of the game, trying not to get in anyone’s way as she did her job and they did theirs. She smiled when they announced Quinn as first star of the game, watching as he threw a stick over the boards, capturing the moment he turned around with a grin on his face.

All she could think about was that she was definitely going to use this in a video soon, even if Quinn did kill her for it. 

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night i'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry’

It had been a hard game for Quinn. Not only was it hard for Quinn with it being the Hughesbowl, but it was a hard loss for him and the team. They had done so well in getting back in the game, scoring three in 3rd, but alas it wasn’t enough. 

Quinn was taking it harder than anyone else, claiming that he should’ve done more for the team to win. He hadn’t done much in the game, blaming it on him for not doing enough for them. Before going out with his family he told them he had to do something, going to y/n’s office and knocking on the door. 

He didn’t get an answer, mostly because y/n had already left since she was extremely exhausted from the amount of running back and forth she had to do during the game. Quinn left disappointed, meeting back up with his family for dinner. 

He came back home and stopped in front of her door, “Y/n/n.”

Luckily, she had been right at the door, doing a little bit of cleaning around her apartment. She heard the whisper of her name, it was barely audible. She opened the door and smiled when she saw him, “Hey Quinn. What’s up?”

He didn’t say anything, just motioning with his hand if it was okay that he came inside. She stepped aside and the boy walked in, falling down on the couch. She approached him hesitantly, “Quinn? Are you okay?”

He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, “I’m not good enough am I?”

All the emotions came rushing to Quinn. Being constantly compared to his brothers, being constantly asked about them. Chloe was just using him for his money which he finally recognized a couple of days ago. He kept being told that he was overrated and that he shouldn’t be captain.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed and she walked over to him wrapping him in a hug, “What? Of course, you’re good enough Quinn. Who said that?”

Quinn shook his head, burying it into her shoulder, “I can’t escape it, y/n. Everywhere I go everyone is always comparing me to Jack and I’m so sick of it. It’s like I can’t do anything right. I let the team down, I should’ve done better tonight. Now everyone thinks I’m the worst Hughes and someone said Luke shouldn’t even be looking up to me. And they keep telling me I’m a failure.

Y/n’s heart broke at his confession but it shattered when he said the next words, “And no one loves me anymore, y/n/n. Chloe’s just using me, she never wanted me. God, I’m so stupid, I should’ve seen it coming.”

She rubbed his back and just let him let out all of his feelings. When it was silent for two minutes she pulled away from him and made her look into her eyes, “Listen to me, Quintin.”

He slightly smiled at the name, “You are no failure, Quinn. Believe me. You have been doing amazing this season, both personally and leading the team. You have led this team to 16 victories this season. And you led them to overtime twice and only lost one of them.”

“Yeah but I still lost them 8 games.”

“You couldn’t have done anything more than what you did, Quinn. You know what your guys’ record was last year through 25 games? 10-12-3. You won 6 more games this year. You have more goals at this point in the season than you did in the entire year last year, Quinn. Who cares that people, who are nobodies to you, are comparing you to Jack? You two have different experiences, you play two different positions, you play for two different teams. You do so much for Luke, I promise you. That kid will look up to you no matter what.”

Quinn’s eyes glistened with tears at her words, and the best thing was that he believed her and that was all that she could ask for. He nodded his head when she was done and slowly unwrapped himself from her, missing the embrace immediately.

She didn’t want him to be sad, or at least leave while sad, so she said the only thing that came to mind, “If it makes you feel any better. I think you’re the best looking Hughes.”

Quinn laughed loudly, wiping the tears from his eyes that were threatening to fall, “Thanks y/n/n.”

“Any time, you want some ice cream?” He only nodded and she got up to get it.

The two spent the next hour and a half eating ice cream on her couch watching a movie, before falling asleep on each other. 

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘and I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams think I know where you belong think I know it's with me’

It was a late night for both Quinn and y/n. The two were hanging out in her apartment after Quinn’s practice. They hadn’t had a game that night so they were on her couch watching whatever hockey game was on at that moment.

Y/n was sitting on her laptop editing some photos from the previous game, switching in between tabs quickly. Quinn was in the kitchen making dinner for the two of them after he offered. She could hear the sizzling from the pan and called out, “What the hell are you making over there?”

Quinn looked down to see the noodles and furrowed his eyebrows, “Noodles!”

“I thought you were cooking up a mean meal, but noodles? I let you into my house and allow you to make me dinner and you make me noodles?”

She walked into the kitchen with her laptop and sat down at the counter. Quinn looked over at her, offended, “Hey you said you didn’t care.”

She giggled, “I know. So Chef Quinn, what kind of noodles are you making?”

“Fettuccine.”

“Oh, so you’re making me fancy noodles. I’ll forgive you.”

“Why thank you m’lady. Whatcha doing over there?” 

Quinn walked around the counter to look at her laptop, “Are you looking at pictures of my teammates?”

“If we’re being honest here, they are my main models.”

“And I thought I was your favorite.” He placed a hand to his chest before going back to check on the fettuccine.

“You are, I finished yours already. See there’s a folder that’s called ‘Captain Quintin’.” She spun her computer around and showed him, “Awe you love me.”

She shrugged, a blush rising to her cheeks, “Maybe…”

“You want to listen to some music?”

She nodded and pulled up Spotify on her computer, “What’s your favorite song?”

“And why do you want to know?”

She looked up at him with a deadpan face, “Are you shitting me?”

He smiled, “No.” He took the laptop and typed in his favorite song and added it to the queue, and then a few more after that.

“What’s your favorite?”

“And why do you want to know?”

“So I can add it!”

“It’s You Belong with Me.”

Quinn quirked an eyebrow but said nothing, making sure that the song played first. When it came on, y/n immediately started singing it and Quinn looked over at her with a smile. He could get used to this.

When dinner was done, she took her computer back to the living room and sat it down before walking back into the kitchen to sit down at the counter once more, making sure they could both see the TV.

Halfway through eating, Quinn looked over at her, “What’s your dream?”

She finished the piece of fettuccine she was eating and looked at him, “What do you mean?”

“Like what’s your main dream for life.”

She shrugged, “I don’t know. I really like my job so probably keeping that job is part of it. I want to have two or four kids. And I want them close in age or at least two of them are. Like the oldest would be close in age and the youngest would be close in age.”

“Why two or four? Why not three?”

“Because I had two older brothers and they were both like 8 years older than me and I always felt left out. I don’t want my kids to feel like that. I mean not that you are like that with Jack and Luke but at least you guys are close in age right? You guys like the same thing, hell you do the same thing for a living.”

Quinn nods, understanding what she was saying, “Yeah, I see that.”

“What about you? What is your dream, Quinn Hughes?”

He looked flustered, “I want to keep playing hockey, of course. I want kids but I don’t know how many. And I want a good partner. I want someone who understands that I have to travel a lot for work and how much pressure it is. I need someone who understands hockey and likes it. Chloe understands it, which is nice.”

She nods and smiles but saddened by the fact he still was with Chloe. She wasn’t good for him and she thought he was slowly starting to understand that. They continued to eat in silence, negative thoughts chewing away at both Quinn's and y/n’s minds.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? been here all along so, why can't you see? you belong with me’

Y/n stepped into the hallway, taking out the trash that had been overflowing in her garbage can for the past two days. She took a couple steps and saw Quinn stepping out of his apartment, “Hey.”

She noticed his tux he was wearing, he was fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves when she spoke, “Hi.”

The two stood in an awkward silence before Quinn asked, “Are you going tonight?”

It wasn’t that she forgot the banquet was tonight, it was more of the fact that she didn’t want to spend an entire night looking at Chloe wrapped around Quinn. She shook her head, “Nah, I’ve got some work to do.”

He nodded, confused a little since she had said earlier in the week that she planned on going. He shrugged it off as just a simple plan change and frowned when he looked her in the eyes, “Wish you were.”

She smiled and nodded, “I’m sorry to leave you to the wolves, Quinner.”

“You should be, it’s heartbreaking to know that my favorite person isn’t going to be there. How will I survive this evening?”

“You won’t, trust me.” She patted him on the back before going to walk to the garbage chute, “Here, I’ll just take it downstairs, I’m going that way anyways.”

She went to protest but Quinn was already taking it out of her hands and walking away, “Thank you.”

He waved her off, shooting her a smile, “Anytime.”

She walked back into her apartment and walked into her room, staring at the dress that hung on the back of her closet. She didn’t want to go, but after the comment that Quinn made she had a change of heart. She didn’t take long putting her makeup on, curling her hair as fast as possible. She threw on her dress and raced out the door, driving to the venue as quickly as she could.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘standing by and waiting at your backdoor all this time how could you not know, baby? you belong with me have you ever thought just maybe you belong with me?’

Walking into the venue, y/n was nervous. She knew little to no people there mostly because her friends had already said they weren’t going or were going to be later than she was. She only knew a few guys on the team, including Quinn, and their wives or girlfriends.

She waved at some of the guys she walked past, lots of people making a clearing for her because of how she looked. Some of the guys that were single looked at her with a wide gaze, trying to decide if she was single or not. 

The piece of paper she had burned a hole through her pocket as she walked. It took Quinn five minutes to notice that she was there, having turned around and locked eyes with her. His eyebrows raised in amusement, a grin making its way onto his face.

He waved bye to the group he was talking to and started to make his way over to the girl. He only got a few steps before Chloe took him by the arm, “Hey Quinn. I’m surprised you didn’t see me yet. You look so hot tonight.”

Quinn just smiled awkwardly before pulling away and continuing his previous path to the girl. Chloe looked at the two in shock and scoffed, walking away from the growing crowd. When he stood right in front of her he smiled, “I can’t believe you’re here.”

She nodded, “Yeah I had a change of heart.”

The boy couldn’t really make out any words, starstruck by how beautiful she looked. The only thing he could do was reach into his pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper. He straightened it out and showed it to her and she grinned, tears making their way into her eyes as she pulled out her own.

Everyone gasped in awe as they read the signs, both of them saying ‘I Love You’. He pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her cheek, “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I remember everything about you, y/n/n."

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

‘you belong with me’

It had been a long night, the game had lasted longer than everyone had expected. The two now always drove to and from work together when they could. Quinn would stay after the game until she was ready to go and vice versa.

Right now, they were laying in Quinn’s bed in his apartment, Quinn watching as she edited pictures from tonight's game. He had an arm wrapped around her as she laid her head on his chest, her knees brought up so she could lay her computer on them.

He smiled when she kept getting pictures of him and he went to say something, “How many pictures of me do you have?”

She smiled, “You’re my boyfriend now, you are going to have a lot of pictures of you taken. Plus, I don’t think the fans would mine, I’m doing god’s work, Quinn.”

“What are you trying to say there? Do you think I’m cute?”

A blush rushed to her cheeks, “No, like I said. I’m just doing the fans a favor.” 

Quinn shut her laptop, placing it on the nightstand, “I think you’re doing yourself a favor.”

She hid her face in his chest, “Maybe.”

He laughed and wrapped both of his arms around her, tightening his hold, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[gloryhrs]

━━ ⟡ 𝓑𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, ichigo k.

━━ ✭ male reader, y/n has locs!, shy and cute ichigo ;(.

Ichigo adored everything about you, he treasured the way you make his heart race every time you embraced, kissed, or held hands with him, everything about you makes him happy to know that you’re his boyfriend. He loved your shoulder-length h/c locs that were always placed in a new hairstyle every day, those stunning doe eyes that he could stare into for decades, the way the sunlight made your dark skin glow, those plump two-toned lips that he wanted to kiss oh so desperately, & what he adored the most was your kindness and generosity towards everyone, especially towards his dad and little sisters.

“y/n-san, your hair looked great today! i love the jewelry!” Orihime clapped her hands together whilst her eyes gleamed from joy at the golden and beaded jewelry in your hair. “Thank you, Ori!” You smiled and replied to the excited ginger-haired girl, once you waved your goodbyes and separated from her you proceeded to walk as your eyes caught the presence of the Kurosaki who was walking your way with an annoyed expression on his face. “ICHIGO!” You jogged to your grim boyfriend whose aggravated look disappeared when he saw you.

“Y/n? Your hair looks amazing.” Ichigo’s cheeks turned pink when you kissed his cheek, once he got another glance of your hair his eyes widened when he saw the orange and black beaded jewelry in your hair, which he gifted you for your birthday. “Do you mind if i?” ichigo gestured his hand towards your hair, with a slight nod he slowly reached out to the fresh h/c locs, Damn, this must’ve taken him forever Ichigo’s eyes softened once he saw your relaxed face. you hummed slightly when his fingers brushed against your scalp, “You know, you could’ve called me if you needed help. I wasn’t busy yesterday.” Your boyfriend continued to brush his fingers through your scalp without caring about the oil he was getting on them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to be a bother.” You buried your face into his chest to the point where you heard his heartbeat thumping, feeling one of his arms wrap around your waist made you sigh in relief. “You could never be a bother to me, I’ll do anything for you.”Ichigo spoke and removed his hand from your hair to engulf you in a tight and loving hug. “Do you wanna come to my house or yours?” Ichigo felt his face starting to heat up at the question, “Let’s go to mine." You looked up and smiled brightly at him which showed the f/c braces you paid for with your own hard-earned money, which made Ichigo smile back.

The faded sound of the television was the only thing ichigo could hear as he constantly rubbed circles on your back and waist, once you both finished up your homework you immediately dragged him to the couch. Ichigo loves moments like these, when you both sit in complete silence holding onto you like you could turn into dust if he let go. “Stop trying to stay awake, you can sleep now.” Ichigo looked down at you and watched how you ichigo to keep your eyes open.

“Aw, i really love you, Ichigo.” You felt yourself drifting away into a deep slumber in the embrace of your loving and caring boyfriend who smiled at your now snoring state. “i love you more, Y/n.”

© gloryhrs, 091122. — notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)

[pervysenpaix]

Wetter| Mirio Togata X BlackFem!Reader

Hi friends, this is my first part for my 1k collaborative event. Other pieces can be found here, as well as the other writers participating in the event.

Summary: Wolf!Mirio headed to his favorite stream for an afternoon swim, imagine his surprise when he finds a pretty black fairy peering over his shoulder… and she’s naked ?

Warning (18+) NSFW Content- Minors Do Not Interact

TW: Blood, Oral Sex, Casual Sex, Fantasy AU

I do not own MHA, MHA characters or anything associated with the brand. Never proofread.

DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT

© pervysenpaix 2022

Waves of heat from the early morning sun pelted Mirio’s back, making him pant and sweat profusely. It was HOT. Even though he’d shed his clothes somewhere in the woods after shifting, the heat was still unbearable. Wolf-hybrids typically ran hot, and he knew that if he didn’t get some relief quickly, he’d probably pass out. So, he decided to go to his favorite spot for a swim.

It was a nice little bubbling brook, complete with a small waterfall and shaded by large trees. Surrounded by pretty flowers, large mushroom and gorgeous butterflies. It was like something out of a fairytale.

Along the way he saw Tamaki’s fairy friend. Well, half fairy if you’re being technical, but judging by the way she smelled right now you wouldn’t be able to tell. Must be her frenzy again, he thought as he waved her down. He tried to chat with her for a bit, but she was a little weirded out about his naked body. Mirio didn’t really understand because nudity was normal within the shifter communities, but her and Tamaki were shy about it. She told him that she hadn’t seen the reclusive wolf and she was going to look for him. So, Mirio sent his regards and headed towards the stream.

“Ahh- just what I needed.” Mirio sighed, wading through the stream until the water was at his waist. Which was pretty high considering he’s like 6’8. Closing his eyes, he dove underneath swimming a short distance before resurfacing and spotting what looked like a woman … and she was naked. Now that’s something you don’t see every day, he thought, shaking the water from his damp hair and rubbing at his blurry eyes to make sure he was seeing clearly.

He was. And she was gorgeous.

Brown skin that shimmered in the morning sun. Long, braided locs that swept against her hips and thighs. Perfect facial features that would put most women to shame. Topping it all off with translucent blue wings. Oh wow, she’s beautiful! Maybe I should go talk to her?, he thought, gaze locked on your figure as you moved out of view. What a shame, it was a pretty show, and he’s not necessarily ready for it to be over with.

Wolf eyes squinting, homing in on her silhouette that was masked as she moved further under the waterfall. Mirio dove and was standing in front of you with just three long strides. Although the waterfall’s pressure wasn’t bad, it was still pretty loud so it was be hard to hear someone approaching if you didn’t have very good hearing. Thank god Mirio was a wolf because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be able to hear your singing. Fluffy blonde ears twitching, and tail wagging as he moved closer. Bewitched by the stunning figure with the mesmerizing voice.

“That’s a pretty song” Big, sparkly, eyes snapped open leaving the blonde wolf awestruck. You were even prettier up close, and you smelled even better. “O-oh! Haha, you scared me” Laughter bubbled from your chest and your wings fluttered nervously. Blinking up at him with long, wispy lashes that kissed your cheek with each glance. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself” he smiled, revealing his sharp white canines making the little fairy gasp and back up. Alarmed by your reaction, Mirio threw his hands up and shook his head. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna hurt you, I just thought you were pretty!” Your smile returned at his words, “Aww, thank you! I think you’re pretty too.” This comment had his fluffy tail wagging, splashing water up between them.

“That’s sweet, I’m Mirio.” He extended his large hand, palm up and you placed yours in his. “I’m (Y/N), Nice to meet you.” Instead of shaking it, the blonde man brought your hand up to his mouth and kissed it. “The pleasure is all mines” he winked, drawing out another giggle. “I’ve never met a wolf before, I didn’t think you’d be this nice”. Tossing your wet braids over your shoulder as you gazed up at the taller man, giving him a clear view of your full breast and budding nipples. Thank god for cold water. He cleared his throat, “Some of us aren’t, but I think I’m pretty okay. I know tons of fairies”.

“Really?!” you exclaimed, “Maybe you can help me. I was looking for my cousin. She’s only half fairy, but she probably looks like me.” Gesturing towards your face and skin, “I’ve never met her, but I believe she’s called ___”. A large smile stretched across his face, “Wow! I do know her, you actually just missed her. She was headed to my best bro Tamaki’s house”. The butterflied that erupted in his stomach at your excited squeal were unmatched. “REALLY? Would you take me to her?” Your hands flew to his arms and gripped his huge biceps. The muscle tensed under your cool touch, it felt nice. Grinning, he nodded, “Of course I will, little fairy.” He petted your head and let his hand slide down your shoulder. So tiny, the thought had his dick twitching. Don’t get the wrong idea, he’s not some creepy predator, and he actually wants to help BUT it’d be impossible to deny how attractive you were to him.

Overjoyed, you stepped forward to give him a hug but winced and lost your balance. Luckily, Mirio caught your waist and pulled you against his chest , “Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?” Nodding, you stared up at him. This handsome man. This huge handsome man that could probably end you without even thinking about it, was gently holding you flush against him with a look of concern that was semi masked by his bright smile.

“Heh, not really.” You blinked, trying to ignore how warm his hands felt on your waist. “I hurt my self. I’ve been flying for 2 days straight, and I was tired. So, I stopped to rest on a tree, but fell off. DIdn’t have time to catch myself and cut my leg”. Still holding you waist, Mirio stepped back to see the long scratch that went up from your knee to you inner thigh. It wasn’t fatal, but it still seemed painful. “I get it” he paused for a second, glancing at your cerulean wings, “You’re a water fairy and you were trying to heal yourself”.

“How’d you know?” Genuinely confused because you knew absolutely nothing about humans or hybrids. Been told to stay away from them your whole life because they’d swallow a little fairy, like you, up whole. “I told you I know lots of fairies! My ex-girlfriend Neijire is a water fairy.” The thought made your heart thump and cheeks burn for some reason. “O-oh that’s cool. Well, yeah I tried to heal myself, but I’m too weak from exhaustion right now”.

This was concerning. Mirio is the kind of guy that goes out of his way to help people, and the thought of you struggling alone in these woods didn’t sit well with him. Feeling conflicted because he knew that he could heal her, but he didn’t want to come off creepy. A lot of people had to him that he could be a little overzealous, borderline inappropriate when it came to socialization. He’s a big guy, with an even bigger personality. Some people were put off by this. Especially since he was always naked. Non-wolves found this weird. Its not his fault though. His wolf DNA in conjunction with his massive size led to him overheating often. Clothes were more of an inconvenience, than a necessity; if he was going to shift he’d lose them anyway. His nudity didn’t seem to bother you, heck you were naked yourself. Never making an attempt to cover yourself up as you conversated with him like you’d known eachother forever. He liked that. Even your bubbly personality matched up with his. Definitely his type of girl.

“I can help you”.

💦💥

Mirio’s home wasn’t very far from the waterfall. About a thirty minute walk. Could’ve gotten their in ten minutes, but he took the scenic route. He’d insisted on carrying you bridal style the whole way. You didn’t protest, it felt nice to have strong arms around you while you held onto his neck. Chatting along the way about family, friends, and life in general. By the time you’d made it to his house, the two of you felt like old friends.

“I’m just gonna sit you down right here, little one” he says, laying you down on his living room floor .He kneels in front of you running his finger over the jagged line. “How bad does is hurt?” he murmers, noticing how you flinched as his hand went higher. “Not very much” you respond, smiling up at him bashfully. He smirks, “then why are you squirming, little one?” Calloused fingers graze the tips of your wings, making you shiver. Before you could respond, there was a loud thud followed by a growl.

“What was that?” you inquired, looking to where the sound came from. Mirio lifted his head sniffing the air. A faint pink shadow dusted is cheeks and his ears twitched as he focused on the sound. “Seems like Tamaki is in a rut, and ____ is in a frenzy. I guess they’re … helping eachother out” he smirked. Another bump and it cause some items to fall off a nearby shelf, making you jump and grip unto his shoulders, pulling him down on top of you.

Mirio has excellent self-control. He’s not the type of go to get thrown into a rut over any sweet smell, but you were definitely testing his resolve. Inhaling deeply when his nose pressed against your neck. Growling lowly when you whimpered and squirmed beneath him. “Settle down, little one. Wouldn’t want to start something, would we?” He nipped at your ear and pulled himself up to regard you, amused at how your eyes darkened and lips curled up at the implication. Are you a dirty little fairy, y/n? he pondered, eyes trailing down your nude body. He could smell the arousal pooling between your legs and he raised a brow.

“Is your frenzy getting close, sweetheart?” he asks, brushing his knuckles over your sensitive wings. “In two weeks” you respond, eyes never leaving his. Not even when you felt something hardening against your leg. Leaning forward, he brushed the tips of your noses together. “If you stay, then maybe I can help you”.

“How ?”

Mirio chuckled, holding your hips down while pressed your lips together. Biting down on your bottom lip and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Enjoying the you tasted. Enjoying the way you moaned. The heady aroma of your arousal filled his senses, making his chest rumble a purring sound that had you gushing slick down your thighs. Two fingers slid up your thighs, picking up the trail of wetness that seeped down. “For me?” he asked, holding up two fingers coated with the glittery liquid and sticking them in his mouth. Nodding, you watched him suck on his fingers like it was his last meal. Completely lost in the moment until he shifted and pressed down on your wound with his claws.

Mirio jumped back when you yelped, brows furrowed and moth agape when he saw the blood on his hand. “I’m sorry! I completely forgot about this.” Embarrassedly shaking his head and looking away from you. “S’okay” Pushing up on your elbows, you place your hand on his cheek and smiled, “didn’t you say you could help me?” Which time? He thought, nodding as he pushed you back down on the fur rug. “Do you know much about wolf hybrids?” He paused, closing his eyes as he licked the blood off his hand and continuing after you shook your head. “Our saliva has healing properties; I can lick you and make it all better.”

Mirio held your leg up by the ankle, and began running his fat tongue over the wound. Like the rest of him, his tongue was hot and heavy against your flesh. Swirling circles on laceration and swallowing the mixture of blood and slick that clung to your thighs as he moved it. Grunting when he reached the top of the tear, but unable to stop because you tasted so damn good.

Fairy juices spilled from your core, leaving your cute cunt nice and sparkly. “My my, what a pretty little pussy you have, little fairy”. Blowing a stream of cool air against your folds and holding your hips down to keep you still. “The better to p-please you with , Mr. Wolf.” His cock twitched. “s’that so?” Claws extended, he tapped your inner thighs, “think you can handle it?” The blonde wolf pressed down harder, watching as you wince, but bit your lip. A clear indication that you didn’t mind a little pain. “I can take it”.

Mirio’s whole mouth covered your cunt. Long tongue sliding between both holes. Lips closing around your folds. Nose rubbing against your clit. Nails biting your plump thighs. There was so much going on. Your mind was empty. Barely maintaining lucidity as he worked you with his mouth. He lifted your ass off the ground for a better angle to plunge his tongue inside your core.

“M-Mirio~” you moaned his name, gripping his blonde hair and rolling your hips against his mouth. Steady growling, his hands snaked around your back to graze his claws over the sensitive apex of your wings. Overcome with pleasure, your back arch and you screaming his name. Wailing while your body spasmed with aftershocks of your orgasm.

Hazily, you reach down for his face and he pulls up just enough to lock eyes while his tongue continuously flicked over your bud. “P-please fuck me, Mirio” you stammered, making him chuckle. A glob a spit and slick fell to your core, accompanied by two thick fingers. He kissed your clit and rested his head on your thigh, staring into your eyes as he scissored his fingers in your cunt. “I don’t know if this little pussy can take me just yet. Let’s get you wetter”.

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❛ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬 ❜

✰ INCLUDING nahoya aka smiley + souta aka angry

✰ GENRE + WARNINGS: fluff/crack + language

✰ A/N: yes cause we love our blasian kings !!

⤷ Y’all know that song that’s trending in tokyo rev tiktok? the one that goes “that’s my potna dem”? yeah that’s those two “song”. Those two be hitting the dance out of nowhere + taught toman how to do it now mikey and baji are ADDICTED to it

⤷ Those two listen to a lot of young nudy + tay-k, well smiley listens to them more than angry. angry is more on the solange + sza side

⤷ The artist they both listen to is atl rappers, their fav would have to be young thug, if not 21 savage

⤷ FIGHTS, these two get into fights ALL THE DAMN TIME and it’s usually for the stupidest reasons

⤷ Y’all usually catch them having matching icons on social media

⤷ Smiley once had a “lightskin” phase and named all of socials “dareallightskin.smiley” and it was…tragic. If Smiley is bothering Angry, Angry brings up that tragic past to annoy him. Trust me, Smiley hates that phase and I mean HATE IT

⤷ Smiley once wanted to try loc his hair and let it grow out but he got lazy halfway through his hair

⤷ Each and every time Smiley is rapping to a song, he always pointing some damn finger guns like he in the music video itself. All in the house with AirPods in rapping to some Young Nudy

⤷ Those two are HUGE 2Pac fans, 2Pac everything is in their room, they love him so much and if they ever hear 2Pac fans, chile…

⤷ Smiley the TikTok king !! Smiley knows all the songs and TikTok dances and he hits them each and every time + he add some of his own moves to add some spice

⤷ When Smiley hit that woo walk it goes crazyyyyy, yall would think that lil boy Pop Smoke son or sumn

⤷ Surprisingly enough, Angry’s pain tolerance is higher than Smiley. He realized that when both of them were getting matching tattoos and he just sat there like it’s nothing. Smiley was being a baby about it

⤷ Back on the music thing, like I said Angry is a MAJOR sza stan, he know all the songs and even be hitting the notes himself

⤷ Yes Angry can sing, it’s canon idc. Angry’s singing voice is so pretty and he’ll remind you of a soft version of Brent Faiyaz

⤷ Angry usually suggests that SZA is played in the ramen shop and Smiley most of the time disagree cause he wanna feel hype while cooking. So just as a compromise, they take turns with the playlist but Smiley agrees to play old school music instead (NWA, Ice Cube

⤷ Thise two got the BEST drip out of everyone in Toman. Like real life, nobody doin it like the Kawata twins. Smiley’s fashion is streetwear + a collection of single Jordan 1’s, Angry’s is more on the soft boy side, large sweater of polo t’s + baggy pants. If not then Angry is more of a matching set type person

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✰ sorry if I gave more Smiley headcannons than angry btw 😭😭

✰ hope you guys enjoyed <33

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

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