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zedwards · 8 months ago

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that which remains unsaid…

workaholic bf x male reader

word count: ~1.0k

genre: angst(?), fluff(?), slice-of-life

author’s note: this was based on plucholy’s accountant/office worker oc. plucholy is an 18+ artist, so minors should NOT interact with his page.

feedback/interactions are appreciated! helps me keep motivation alive ^_^

archie sits at his desk, flipping through various documents piled up on his desk. he pores over the numbers over and over again, wracking his brain to come up with a way to increase the projected profit for the department he manages at work.

he’s been crunching numbers all week trying to balance budgets and get the sales projections to go a certain way that would boost the department’s output, but the prospects are not looking good.

it doesn’t help that a lot is riding on his ability to pull this off, and if he fails to do so, his boss will never let him hear the end of if it. not to mention the board will most definitely be on his…

…his uh…

…his concentration is momentarily interrupted by a gentle knock on his at-home office door. you poke your head in cautiously, your eyes adjusting to the dark room. his face is illuminated by the screen of his laptop, a glare of which can be seen reflected on his glasses.

steeling yourself, you clear your throat before speaking up. “archie…?”

archie glances at you briefly over his glasses before turning back to his documents. he mutters a terse “yeah?” in lieu of a response.

“sorry to bother you, i just wanted to make sure you’re okay and that you’re taking care of yourself… drinking water and all that.”

he doesn’t so much as spare you a glance. “i’ll drink some water when i’m done with this. now is not the time.” he dismisses your concern with little more than a click of his mouse. the cold attitude hurts a little, but you try not to take it personally.

“ah, okay… is there anything i can do for you?”

archie eyes you with some disdain. he lets out a frustrated sigh, letting the arm that was previously propping his head up drop on the desk with perhaps a bit too much force to be considered passive. “don’t you think i’d ask you if i needed something? leave me to my work. i’m trying to meet a deadline.”

okay, that one stings. you know it’s only because he’s stressed about work, but still... you have to repress the urge to sigh. sometimes reminding yourself that it’s just his work-related frustration manifesting itself doesn’t reassure you as much as you’d like it to.

rubbing the back of your neck, your ears burn in embarrassment as you weigh your options. you don’t want to test his patience, but not making sure he’s taking care of himself just isn’t an option. ultimately, you figure if he’s gonna keep working like this, he should at the very least get some food in his system.

“alright then, um… i’m gonna order some takeout, you want anything?”

“no. do what you want.” another curt response. his voice remains sharp, uncaring, and dismissive as he glares back down at his documents.

“okay,” you reluctantly concede. “let me know if you change your mind…”

“i won’t. now leave me alone.”

you wince at his harsh words. if it were anyone else, you would have probably gotten fed up and snapped at them by now. but this is your boyfriend after all. you know him better than to think that pushing the issue would amount to anything other than more frustration for the both of you.

you decide to take the path of least resistance and slowly back out of the room. just before you close the door, however, you poke your head in one more time.

“i love you…” at this, archie pauses. his eyes soften as he sits upright, finally making eye contact with you.

“i love you too, honey. just…” he sucks in a tense breath of air through his teeth. you can see his exposed chest rise and fall almost theatrically beneath his unbuttoned shirt as he sighs. “just leave me alone, alright?”

you give a thoughtful nod, carefully closing the door to make as little noise possible.

archie sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. despite being very cold with you just now, he feels himself soften after the exchange. he takes a moment to re-collect himself, then gets back to work.

archie doesn’t emerge from his office until well past midnight, after you’ve long since retired to bed. he enters the kitchen to make something quick to eat, but stops in his tracks the moment he turns the corner. there, sitting expectantly on the counter, is a box of chinese takeout with a note taped to the side.

"i know you asked me not to, but you know me, always the worrier... i got you your favorite. enjoy :)"

archie sighs. shaking his head at the note with a soft smile creeping up on his face, he takes a seat to eat his food. Archie finishes off his portion and puts the leftovers away in the fridge, and then does a quick sweep of the kitchen to tidy up before he heads off to the bedroom.

sure enough when he enters the bedroom, you've already long since fallen asleep, breathing softly with just your head poking out from under the covers.

he stands there for a moment, unable to tear his eyes away from your peacefully sleeping form. eventually he approaches the bed and begins to silently remove his clothes, careful not to disturb you.

down to just his boxers, he gently slips into bed, not wanting to startle you. once under the covers, archie reaches over to wrap his arms around you, gently pulling you close.

you shift a little in your sleep, unconsciously chasing the warmth of your boyfriend's embrace, at which archie chuckles to himself. nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck from behind, he closes his eyes, and allows himself to drift off, comforted by the all too familiar scent of his beloved.

#male reader #mlm #oc x male reader #damn how do you tag things that dont have a fandom lmao #mlm yearning #oneshot #also #hurt/comfort #i think??#angst

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wordsvomit101 · 9 months ago

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As usual credit to Hiki (@shyanimeboi) for this god sent gift they grace me. The amount of lore drops got me feral, it feels like Christmas, it feels like summer coming.

I won't post all of it since it is best that you go support the original poster at here: Hikifans on X: "Here is part 3 of the story. Sorry it was abit of a long wait, was stuck grinding for satans beginner nightmere candy https://t.co/IStdo8f7Xs #whatinhellisbad" / X (twitter.com)

Anyway here is the ramble

True but I don't lust as much as you girl (no problem with anyone that related to MC, she's just not for me). If I have that much sexual drive in me, for more than 70 guys at that??? I need to check myself out for medical attention, or else I gonna feel dread every time the lust comes (it is surprisingly a thing that I saw people talk about on TikTok)

Ppyong is a deadly combo man, he is cocky but also a masochist. His appearance is so my type too

MC being a freak, as usual, you go sis ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

THE WAY I CHOKE ON MY OWN SPIT- Like wtf do you mean?!!!! Why are you doing this to my fujoshi kokoro??!!! I know you want to do it but how do you want to do it?!! Shibari? Choking? WHat Ishb Ittzdhbjsfbnv?!- *Error*

NAURRRRR ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ MC DON'T TAKE THIS AWAY FROM ME!!!!

ASK HIM!! ASK HIM TO SPILL IT ALL OUT!! I NEED TO KNOW!! TELL HIM TO SPELL IT OUT-

*Error*

So, uh, they show a close-up shot of Juno's chest and he asks if Minhyeok is hard like his and MC is a bad liar, said "probably" and Juno calls her out on it.

And MC actually admitted and said that Minhyeok's chest is actually "wide like this"???

You did??? But then again why am I surprised that she did, they had to be kissing at some point if they stuck together for more than a decade with that amount of tension between them

Ok so Minhyeok played soccer in high school, MC and he are in different classes and they were going to give him back something they lent. But come across Minhyeok changing in the classroom, pretty standard

Yup, he knows, he definitely knows and he is tempting her. Also, apparently, Minhyeok's chest is toned, but flatter than Juno's, his abs also feel different than Juno's...

If you can't tell I'm furiously taking notes right now, someone on the dev team is looking out for my shipper's heart and I wish that person woke up on the right side of the bed every day and had their taxes filled on time, etc.

Woah that has to be some intense session you got there, I awake until 3am before and I still have energy fueling me.

Relatable, highly so, I got deadlines every day during the semester. You think it's fine when you get used to it after 3-4 weeks but then it hits you with a week's worth of exams that you need to finish within that time while maintaining other stuff outside your major, and then combine it with other stuff outside uni (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Too high of a standard girl, if I were him, I would already be too high on coffee and delirium to even see what I'm typing on the computer.

I'm surprised he's only tired, I expected some breakdown but then again, it's Minhyeok. The guy built different

Wait that's so cute!!! Awww (∗˃̶ ᵕ ˂̶∗)

Minhyeok sure is deep in his sleep, cause the slightest noise or outside touch would wake me tf up, I will go straight back to sleep later if it is nothing but if this happens it would me start kicking before I could even think

Built like a campus crush and act like a campus crush. If he has time to be good at sports then he most likely be in one of the SKY universities in Korea. If he also doesn't go to Hagwon then that would be even more crazy

Ok rude, you not even gonna clean the wet chair up??? Even if you're my best friend, I would still drag you back to clean the mess yourself cause ain't no way I'm touching the juice that came out of your bussy

THE TENSION IS REAL BOISSS

I know what you are MC and don't worry I won't judge, just tell me how big the file is compare to others

Ok, that is it, love part 3, they feed me a good amount of lores, and thank you again to the heaven-sent Hiki (@shyanimeboi), please watch the full video on their channel. I couldn't do this without them sharing this with all of us for free at that 🛐🛐🛐

Thank you for reading through my fangirling and good days to everyone!

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok #whb mc #whb ppyong #whb juno #wordsvomit notes

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creepiecreator · 4 months ago

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Dog Day

Here you go @cobra-wives ! It took forever but I still got it done! I definitely gotta post this to my ao3 too if that is okay with you! ______________

John knew that Cobra Kai didn’t have the best reputation thanks to his teaching methods, and thanks to some of his students' behavior. The solution was clear, community service. It would help boost the community's view of his dojo, and it could help his students learn discipline. It seemed like a good idea. He didn’t think they’d have many options at first, but after looking into it more to see what they could do, he realized exactly how many charities around the valley needed volunteers. But only a few would provide what he needed. He needed something that could bring in plenty of positive attention, something that wasn’t controversial for once, and something that involved exercise for the kids. The solution was clear: pet shelters. They were always looking for people to walk and care for the dogs, so they always needed people, and it involved at least some kinds of exercise. Dogs were always well-loved by practically everyone. It seemed perfect. He had ended up selecting one that seemed to be the most desperate for people. It was a little bit of a drive, but he knew the boys he taught could make it out there. Especially since Johnny often drove his friends around, which would make things easier. Really, in his opinion. It was perfect.

So he wasted no time in getting a slot scheduled for the group. Informing each of the boys that they would be heading out to get some out of the box training in by beginning to donate their time to the local humane society. The boys were, understandably, confused. But he wasn’t about to explain jack shit to these kids. They’d understand it once Cobra Kai started to be seen as better than it used to be, and they’d understand the work ethic that got put into them over this down the line.

The day arrived only a week later, John ended up leaning against his car while he waited for the Cobra’s to arrive, keeping a sharp eye on his watch. He had already decided that if they were late whatsoever that they would have to clean up the shelter’s yard after practice and do laps around the building. Luckily for them, however, the cars rolled into the parking lot two minutes before the set deadline. He glanced up once a familiar head of blonde hair popped out of the driver's seat. “You were cutting it close. Mr. Lawrence. Three minutes later and you and your friends would have been on cleaning duty.”

“Sorry Sensei!” Johnny called, genuinely a bit apologetic. “We would have been here sooner if it wasn’t for someone taking forever to get ready-” He glanced towards one of his friends. Bobby Brown. Who rolled his eyes and began to respond. “Hey! I would have been faster if-”

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it is.” John interrupted, giving the group of boys a stern look. “Inside, let’s go.” He started inside without another word, knowing the boys would follow behind him. After so many years of training underneath him in the ways of karate, they were well-trained. He never wanted to have to order them to do something twice, and they knew that well. It made plenty of moments easier than they would have been otherwise. Kreese checked in at the desk, making sure each of the Cobra’s did the same before they were led out to the yard by a member of the shelters staff, the dogs were waiting out in the yard for them, supervised originally by a wimpy looking guy who was wearing a volunteer badge. Once they arrived though, the scrawny little shrimp had left pretty quickly. Probably to go do something else around the shelter. That was good. If he had to deal with a guy like that while training his students, it would probably just add another stressor to his day. He looked like he would be the type to whine about everything. He hated people like that.

The metal door leading back into the shelter shut behind them after a moment, John turning on his heel to face his students. Most looked awkward. Lawrence seemed to be watching one of the labs, Dutch, one of the goofy pit bulls, and god help him, Tommy was completely lost in his own world. That is, they were doing that until John cleared his throat. “Well? The hell are you waiting for? We’re here to volunteer with the dogs. Get to work.” It wasn’t often that he gave such vague instructions. He liked things done a certain way, and that was always his own way. But now, unfortunately, wasn’t the time for such things. So long as some type of exercise was involved that wasn’t like that pansy-ass stuff like ‘Zumba’ or yoga and that shit, it was fine.

After a chorus of “Yes Sensei’s!” The group dispersed into the yard, each ending up with one or two dogs to attend to while John took over the supervisor role. Or at least. That was how it started. He had been just observing the group, walking around some while doing so to make sure they weren’t trying to laze around. Jimmy was playing with one of the smaller mutts, running around the sides of the yard with the dog chasing him, right on his heels looking like it was having the time of its life. Johnny had ended up with the lab he had been eyeing, getting it to jump to try to catch a Frisbee, which looked like…ah, yeah. One of the times he had thrown it, it had hit Bobby directly in the head. Kid had it coming if he wasn’t paying attention. His attention had been about to turn to the others when a white and brown pit bull had ended up wandering over to his side, sitting and simply just…staring at him, mere inches from his leg. So John stared back. Then, the four legged creature just.stuck its paw out and hit his leg.

Now that was odd.

John knelt down beside it, beginning to supply gentle scratches behind her ear. “This what you want?” It was dumb to question a dog, he knew that they couldn’t respond. But he seemed to get an answer anyway, in her own way. Considering how she leaned into it so heavily she almost fell over. He almost chuckled at that, moving to go and check the temporary caller that hung around her neck. Mittsey, huh? Fitting, considering the little white paws. She held his attention for a lot longer than he had intended, as mere moments later he heard Brown’s voice nearby him. “Uh…sensei?”

“Yes, Mr. Lawrence?” He looked over to him, raising one brow as he observed Bobby, Johnny next to him and still leading the dog around using the Frisbee. “I was thinking- if we come back here again and this dog is still here-he’s pretty tough so-” Oh goddammit. John knew exactly where this conversation was going to go. And he had no doubt that Brown had been the mastermind behind this. Or at least he hoped he was. There was a reason why Lawrence was his top student, and Brown was simply just second best. “No. We are not getting a dog for the dojo.” He started immediately, cutting him off. It was best to not let that stupidity go on for long. “I was just-”

“I said no. Mr. Brown. Do I make myself clear?” If he had to say it one more time - luckily the boy at least had the brains to back off at that. He nodded his head. “Yes Sensei!” He was upset, but getting a dog for the dojo was just a plain stupid idea, and John wasn’t about to entertain such ideas. He had turned his attention back to the dog, only to hear the unmistakable voice of Johnny Lawrence. “Sensei…?”

“Now what. This better not be about the damn dojo dog thing again.” He warned, annoyance clearly displayed in his tone as he looked to his top student once more. At least Bobby had actually gone back to working out with the dog he had been working with earlier. That was one less child to deal with. “No, Sensei. It’s just. You’re holding that dog pretty hard, sir.”

Kreese glanced down to the pit bull, she seemed perfectly fine, tongue lolling out of the side of her mouth with the dumbest expression written all over her face. Then he looked back at Johnny. “Her name is Mittsey, Mr. Lawrence. And she’s a damn fighter,” That much he had decided on already. She was a tough dog. Even if she looked about as smart as a chicken without a head was. He had a damn good feeling that she was smarter than she let on. “20 laps around the yard with that lab of yours. Now.” He supposed the look on his face was more than enough to get Johnny to stop questioning him, glaring at the eighteen-year-old until he had started his laps before he went back to giving Mittsey some much deserved attention.

By the end of that day, all the boys were completely tired out thanks to each of the dogs seemingly having boundless energy, Kreese dismissed them when the sun started to show signs of setting soon. It was safe to say that this shelter would have a group of consistent volunteers now. John waited for that red Avanti with five of his students to leave the parking lot before he went back to his own truck to start his way back home. But for once, this was a drive he wouldn’t make alone. The white and brown pit bull shoving her head out the window to enjoy her first tastes of freedom as the two of them headed to their now shared home.

#cobra kai #john kreese #johnny lawrence #bobby brown #karate kid #karate kid tommy #karate kid dutch #karate kid jimmy #karate kid fanfic #karate kid fanfiction

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ghostchems · 2 years ago

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Excuse me chems while I'll be bold requesting from the prompt list you reblogged: quick glances that turn into a longing, admirable gaze + "you love me?" "yeah, i do." "i love you too..." with Copia

about 700 words of cuteness below the cut :')

You can’t help but look at him at any chance you get. It had only been a few weeks since you started as his assistant and you still couldn’t believe it. He was the highest ranking member of the clergy and you were assigned to work side by side with him on a daily basis. His voice was almost mesmerizing, even when he was on the phone just chatting.

You weren’t sure what to expect when working for him after all of the whispers and rumors about the other papas. You were pleasantly surprised. Papa was respectful and sweet. He asked you about your life outside of being his assistant, he asked about your favorite books and movies and foods. He really wanted to get to know you. After he found out what your favorite candy was (sour skittles), you came to work the next day with one of your drawers full of them. The only thing you could do was give him a bag full of reese’s peanut butter cups the next day to call it even.

Sometimes when you would glance at him, you would find him already looking at you. His eyes would widen and he would quickly look away. There were times when it would happen to you, too. You would be looking, he catches you, a quick blush would form on your cheeks and you would turn back to your papers.

After a few more weeks of working together, when he would catch your gaze you would hold it. The two of you would look at each other until you were both smiling and then return to work. It felt unprofessional but if both of you were doing it, did it matter? You started to find yourself daydreaming when you weren’t around him, thinking of him in a way that was definitely unprofessional.

One night, deadlines had the two of you working late. The sun set and you both still had your noses to your desks, offering small updates or asking quick questions of each other as the hours passed. Your eyes start to grow heavy after a while and you sit back, needing a break from trying to make sense of financial statements. You feel a strong hand on your shoulder and nearly jump, a sharp gasp falling from your lips.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry, sorella.” He squeezes your shoulder and you twist around in your chair to look up at him. “I just, eh, wanted to make sure you were still awake.”

“I am getting sleepy but I’m up.” You rub at your eyes. Copia is so close to you now that you can smell his cologne. His grip on your shoulder loosens as he walks in front of you to lean against your desk. He is smiling faintly, his eyes twinkling in the lowlight.

“I have a question for you, cara.”

“Of course, Papa. What is it?”

“You love me?” His question hangs in the air as your mouth drops open. You feel your face flush but the way he’s looking at you right now makes you realize it was true. It wasn’t just a crush – you loved him. You loved the way his eyes would crinkle when he would smile. You loved how he would say goodnight to his rats each night before retiring to his quarters. And more than anything, you loved the way he looked at you.

“Yeah, I do.” You all but whisper, your hands fidgeting in your lap but you’re unable to look away from him. He leans down to you and his gloved hand brushes against your cheek. You suck in a sharp breath. Even through the gloves you can feel how warm he is.

“I love you, too…” Copia hums and leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He said it back. He said it back and your brain completely blanks. When he pulls away, you’re smiling like an idiot and your eyes have lit up in a way he hasn’t seen since you discovered the drawer of sour skittles. “Let us get some rest, si? The, e-eh… papers will still be here in the morning.”

#copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus x reader #popia #popia request

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gojonanami · 10 months ago

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Most wonderful Sab,

I am SO SORRY but I have the most horrible deadline due Thursday, but I PROMISE that after it’s done, I’ll reread chapter four PROPERLY and leave proper commentary!! I want to dedicate, like, two hours to it to properly savour it 😁

But honestly, Sab?? I thought it was so good!!

I loved all the scenes that made up the whole!! I loved the introduction, I loved the sad parting, I love how they called each other and had video calls over food … 🥹🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶 and I love how you tackled this strange limbo period of just before university started with no friends being over and how that left her feeling restless…. And the introduction of Yuta was good!!! Like I was firmly in the Professor Geto camp and I still am, but I thought his introduction made sense!! And him coming late too?? They can be coming in late buddies !! 😆😆😆

And honestly, I thought Professor Geto’s response was super realistic. I feel like the way he behaved would’ve been the way I would’ve behaved. Like the delaying, the procrastinating of feelings, the wish for your partner to have the best of the best, feeling inadequate, work absorbing you… I just feel for Professor Geto 😔😔😣😣 like he just wants the best for his girl, and he wants only the best things in life for her, and if it means letting go of her, he’ll do that just for her 😭😭😭😫😫😫 he’s such a romantic I want to cry 😢😢☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

And I feel like that birthday scene was so memorable?? Like her just wanting him close and him also wanting to be there but just life getting in the way of things and he was so busy getting to her, he didn’t text her (and god, that’s so realistic!!!!!), and then her ending up getting checked on by Yuta (!!!), and then him coming in and having a cake, and the ‘surprise’, and her just wanting him close and not to discuss life and everything… 😩😩❤️❤️ My gosh, so many feelings and emotions, and pent-up emotions, and love, and sadness !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And Professor Geto got her the gift he remembered her wanting??? 🥹🥹🥹💞💞💞💞 our attentive & observant Prince Charming 🫶🫶🫶👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️🤰🤰🤰❤️❤️❤️ Having read part four, I have to agree… the pain makes sense, the pain makes sense. I agree that having a breakup makes sense in their journey. But also, the way you crafted their relationship, their reconciliation later down the line makes sense too!!!!🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️ And I’ll be waiting for it !!! 👰‍♀️👰‍♀️🤰🤰💍💍🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️💘💘😍😍🍯🍯🌙🌙🏝🏝 and for their poodle!!! 🐩🐩🐩 (look, I must admit, I’m super duper duper unhealthily obsessed with dogs and I happen to have a poodle so I’m literally going insane over this detail???? And poodles are so, so cute and I can just imagine Suguru holding a cute black poodle cutie pie!!!)

Sab, thank you so, so, so, so, so, so MUCH for this gift!!! 💘💘��💞💕💕🫶🫶 I’m so, so thankful you wrote it!!! And I’ll be eagerly waiting for part five and for the extra credit fics!!! 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️❤️❤️❤️🫶🫶

you’re completely fine!! good luck with your deadlines babe!! Thank you for leaving this ask, love 💕 Hahaha I’m glad you saw the parallel of yuta coming in late and reader — I was hoping someone would notice that 🥹🫶

honestly same, like if I couldn’t give 100% to my partner, I’d feel too guilty to be with them. but he definitely made a mistake by making his own choice without giving reader much of a choice in the matter.

I know I can’t wait to write them getting back together and even those awkward initial stages of seeing each other will be fun haha — I can’t wait to have them just be together with no impediments 💕 yes the poodle omg I love that for you and for them — prof geto will be too cute with his little black poodle - I can’t wait 😭

thank you so much for this bb — you made my entire day 🥹🫶😭💕 I look forward to your in depth thoughts (you don’t have to of course if you don’t have time, no pressure!)

#sab [asks]#sab [anons]#sab series [prof suguru]#sab [praise]#sab [faves]

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marquez-junky8920 · 3 years ago

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“It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?"

I want this smut about lewis pls ♥️

The idea is; you & lewis are new parents and as he is busy in the factory, and you’re busy at home and it has been a loooooooong time since you had s*x together and gradually getting sexually frustrated 😭 one day when he gets back home and the baby is asleep so as you both telling each other how the day went he suggests taking advantage and doing it saying “It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?"

Thank you in advance 💙

Too Long

'Hey love, time to get up.' you heard Lewis' soft voice interrupt your slumber while his long fingers rubbed the length of your bare back. Turning your head to the side, you huffed out a breath and looked at the clock.

6:56am

'Do you have to leave already?' you said, a small pout on your face as you looked up at him dressed in his Mercedes gear. He had a meeting today to go over some new improvements for the start of the season and you were scheduled to stay home with your newborn, Samuel. You and Lewis had decided to have a baby together, and Samuel was now about 4 months old. Parenthood was definitely not easy, but it was the best experience of a lifetime. The only downside to it was that between Lewis being so busy and you being so occupied with a newborn, sex was rarely a topic of conversation recently. You have both been so exhausted that you hadn't had sex with each other since Samuel's birth.

'Yeah, I have to be there for 7:30. I changed Sammy already and fed him for you. He's sitting in his moving chair. He's run over my toes about 5 times, so beware.' he chuckled, kissing your lips.

'He likes a challenge. Just like his daddy.' you giggled, nipping at his bottom lip and watching an internal battle happen in his mind. He couldn't afford to miss this meeting but god did he want to touch you again. Touch you, caress your body, and kiss every stretch mark and freckle that he could find.

'You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.' he grunted, running his hand underneath the covers and feeling the curve of your hip.

'Then do it. You have time.' you bit your lip, feeling goosebumps rise against your body at his feather light touch.

'No I don't. Baby, I have to go.' he sighed, watching as you sat up on the bed with the covers pooling around your hips.

'Go to your meeting then. I'll be here when you get back.' you said, smiling at him as you kissed his lips.

'I'm sorry love. I really want to, I'm just strapped for time.'

'Lewis, it's okay, I promise. I understand.' you said, kissing him once more before getting dressed and following him out into the living room to see Sammy.

'Good morning my handsome.' you cooed at him, watching his small hands grab at you from his chair.

'I will see you guys in a couple hours. I should be home by the time you put him down for his nap after lunch.'

'Okay. Love you honey.'

'I love you too.'

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For once, Lewis' meeting didn't go past the deadline and he was on his way home when he said he would be. You had just put Sammy down for a nap and shut his door when you heard the front door open and close. Turning the corner and seeing your husband standing at the door, you put your finger to your lips to signal him to be quiet and he nodded. You jogged up to him and threw your arms around his neck to hug him, his soft lips against the skin of your neck.

'How was it?' you whispered, going to kiss his lips.

'It sucked.' he said shortly.

'Oh? Why's that?' you asked, making him some coffee in the kitchen. He always loved having a warm cup of coffee when he got home from a long and tough day of meetings.

'We made improvements, but we're still missing something. Something with the engine and we can't figure it out. It's exhausting to pitch ideas to the team only to have them shoot them down.' he sighed, rubbing his hands on his face as he leaned on the counter next to you.

'I'm sorry baby. Have you talked to Toto about it? Maybe see if you can bounce some ideas off of him instead?' you asked softly.

'No, I haven't tried that. I should do that.' he said, watching your nimble fingers grip his coffee cup as you handed it to him.

'Thank you, my love.' he said, his accent making your knees slightly weak.

'Have I ever told you how much I love your accent?' you giggled, kissing his lips before he took a sip of his coffee.

'Mm... A few times. In fact, I specifically remember that you once told me you love it when I dirty talk in your ear as I'm fucking you.' he said, his eyes getting even darker than normal when he saw your jaw drop at his boldness. Normally he wasn't that forward.

'I do miss that.' you sighed, watching his eyes scrape up and down your body before he nodded his head at you.

'How was your day?'

'It was alright. Sammy has been a little fussy today, so it took me forever to get him down for a nap. And then when I was making lunch, I went to grab a plate out of the cabinet and dropped it on the counter. It shattered in my hand and I cut my thumb pretty bad.'

'You're why we can't have nice things.' he chuckled, taking another sip of his coffee and throwing you a flirty look.

'Oh and you thought it ended there? No no, it gets better. As soon as I gave Sammy the first bite of his food, he dirtied his diaper and as I'm changing him, he shits all over me and the wall. So I had to clean myself and the wall before I could finish changing him. So in total, I've shattered glass and been yelled at and shit on today. Literally.'

'But you're still a good mom.' he said, reassuring you when he felt a twinge of your insecurity come out. You smiled at your feet before looking bashfully up at him.

'You think so?'

'I know so baby. You are a fabulous mother. And an even better wife.' he groaned, setting you on the counter in front of him and standing in between your legs. His lips went to your neck and you slowly felt his tongue works its way into the mix. Rolling your head to the side, you whimpered when he took the skin at the base of your neck between his teeth.

'Mm... I miss that noise.' he chuckled, snaking his hands down to the small of your back. 'It's been a long day, why don't we help each other out?' he lilted just above a whisper. That sounded like music to your ears.

'I'm not going to say no.' you giggled when he scooped you off of the counter and carried you to the bedroom. He softly shut the bedroom door behind him with his foot and carefully laid you on the mattress, his eyes going to how your hair splayed along the white sheets.

'You are so fucking stunning.' he said in awe, shaking his head lightly as he looked down at you.

'You're not too bad yourself there, king.' you said lowly, your voice sending a shiver down his spine. Theses past 4 months, he felt like he's hardly had time to spend just alone with you. And now that he had that time, he was effected by things now that wouldn't have effected him as much before.

'You think so?' he nodded lightly, leaning back over you.

'Yeah.'

'Yeah?' he chuckled, listening to you try and hold in your laughs when he nibbled lightly at the sweet spot on your neck. His hands traced under your shirt and you felt his thumbs run just below your breasts. He quickly removed your t-shirt and your yoga pants - although he was sad to see the pants go because of how good they made your ass look. With you laying naked in front of him, he had to take a moment to think of which part of you he wanted to start with. Thinking quickly, he started with your sensitive breasts. His tongue seemed to run over the smooth skin like it was candy and he groaned when he felt your nipple in his mouth for the first time in a long time. Your back arched desperately into his touch as your hand went to his hair.

Delicious sounds continued to fall from your lips as his head slowly moved down your body, taking his time to run his lips around your inner thighs and your sex. Just as he was about to kiss your clit, he stripped himself of his clothes and you saw his want for you very clearly displayed.

'I can't wait any longer. I want you so bad.' he said, moving onto the bed in a rush and pushing you further up before turning you onto your stomach. Excitement coursed through your veins as you felt his searing touch go further up your back and then tracing back down to the top of your ass. He ran himself through your folds briefly before pushing inside you and wasting no time at all. His movements were quick, yet inhumanely precise. It felt like he was rearranging your insides, but after almost 5 months of not feeling him inside you, it felt amazing.

'Fuck, I missed this pussy.' he groaned out, a twinge going straight between your legs at his filthy words. Your breasts were bouncing underneath you as you stood up on your arms, looking over your shoulder at him to see his head thrown back in a silent moan.

'Harder baby.' you whined, listening to a growl resonate from deep within him as he grabbed your hair and increased his hips effortlessly.

'Oh fuck..' you moaned out, feeling him in your stomach repeatedly. 'Just like that, ahhh!' you whined loudly.

'Mm... You like it rough, don't you? My dirty little girl.' he groaned, slapping your ass and taking a rough hold of it in his hand.

'Yes! Yes, oh god yes.' you rambled, words seeming to avoid you like the plague at the moment.

'Cum for me baby. Let me see you fall apart again.' he grunted, feeling his own release get closer and closer with each thrust he gave.

'Oh god I'm cumming!' you moaned, falling against the mattress below you as you came undone for him. After not having an orgasm for so long, this felt like you were both in heaven and hell all at once. Your body convulsed against him, small chants of his name falling from your lips as he slammed into you one last time before releasing into you with an animalistic groan.

'I love you.' he sighed against your back, kissing your spine before pulling out and falling next to you on the bed.

'I love you too.' you said, still slightly in a daze from your powerful orgasm. Your thighs were still shaking when his hand gently caressed the skin there.

'You know... We do have some more time before Sammy wakes up. We could take round 2 to the shower.'

'That's where we conceived the first one.' you chuckled as he snorted out a laugh.

'Well if we conceive number 2, then so be it. I'm sure Sammy wouldn't mind a brother or sister.'

'Then let's get busy, daddy.' you giggled and squealed as he chased you to the bathroom.

END

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softjakehoon · 3 years ago

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My Roommate Who Uses an XL Condom pt. 1

pairing: Jay/Reader

includes: slight edging, deep throat, cum in mouth, rough sex, breeding kink, roommate sex

warning: this is a written smut, if you don’t like reading stuff like this, scroll down for your sake please it’s not that complicated, thank you.

also, this was inspired by a manga called "Joushi no Asoko wa XL size" and it's the part about the xl condom thingy, which would be on the second part though. and of course, our y'n being a product reviewer. the rest are based on my imagination.

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You've been searching for a part-time job for a couple of hours now, but most of the jobs available are full-time shifts. You're in your fourth year in college and you're pretty much occupied with all of the school works and activities that's why you resigned from your previous customer service job. You have no choice but to choose a job that will allow you to manage your own time. It's not like you wanted to do this out of boredom. You have to support yourself to afford your tuition fees and daily expenses. Your parents are both senior citizens so you had to work right after you turned 18.

"Product reviewer? No way, this sounds too good to be true."

One-week deadline per product.

Flexible work schedule.

Salary offer $1000 per review.

You didn't hesitate to submit your application. You have to get this job or you won't be able to pay rent. You don't even have anything to eat for this week. You sighed at your current situation. You went to the shower room to clean up before going to bed.

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You woke up around 8 am, starving. You went to the kitchen to find something to eat. You were surprised to see the fridge full of actual food to eat.

"Am I dreaming? How is the fridge full of food when it was empty last night?" You grabbed a tub of marinated beef and began cooking.

"Fuck, when was the last time I ate meat? I've only been eating ramen and junk food lately. No wonder I feel like shit." You laughed at your own misery. You were cut off by the sound of the door opening. You don't remember inviting anyone over to your apartment. You don't have a roommate as well so you started to feel nervous.

"Who is it?" You shouted while chewing on the meat you wrapped with lettuce.

You turned your head around to see a man around your age wearing all black and a frown on his face.

"Who are you?" He asked you back.

"I asked you a question first. Why do you have a key to my apartment?" This time, you went to speak to him up close. You're near-sighted so you wanted to see him up close.

"I'm Jay. I moved in last night. Are you my roommate?" He kept his cold expression.

He's handsome as fuck, but cold as hell. You thought to yourself. Too bad.

"Oh, that must be why the fridge is full this morning. Fuck, sorry I cooked the beef bulgogi just now. I will pay you back once I get paid from my job." You looked down from embarrassment.

"That's alright." He didn't even bother to ask your name and went to his room. You didn't want to bug him about it since you still owe him a tub of beef so you just shrugged your shoulder and finished your breakfast.

While eating, you checked on your email for updates.

"Holy fuck." Your jaw dropped upon reading an email. It was from the company you applied to last night. You got the job, and you're starting today.

You signed the contract immediately and submitted all the needed requirements. Your first product will arrive in the afternoon so you couldn't help but be excited while washing the dishes.

After doing the dishes, you decided to do the laundry. You've been going braless in the apartment when you were still alone but you have a male roommate now so you can't do that anymore. You needed to wash them.

"Fuck, I ran out of shorts as well? What have I been doing all this time to forget doing my laundry?"

You decided to wear an oversized almost see-through white shirt and black underwear.

While you were putting your clothes in the front load washing machine, you heard him pretending to cough.

You dropped the clothes upon hearing that and looked around to see him piercing you with his eyes staring straight at your body.

"What do you think are you doing?" He said, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm doing my laundry. Are you blind?" You looked to your side, afraid of meeting his eyes.

He stood in front of you, "I'm not. In fact I'm very much pleased of what I'm seeing right now." You gulped when he touched your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" You're starting to get nervous, or turned on. You don't know anymore. Is it because you haven't had sex for so long now? Fuck, you know you can't have sex with your roommate. You know damn well how it would end since your ex was also your roommate before.

"I'm making you look at my face. Ever since we met you've been avoiding my gaze." He smirked at you, turning you on even more.

"T-that's because you look scary, dude. Geez, get your hands off me or I will punch your face so I won't have any reason to look at it." You tried to push him away only for him to corner you on the wall with his arms locking you in.

"Don't call me that. Or I will kiss you right now." You knew he wasn't bluffing. But for some reason, you wanted to kiss him as well. So you called him that.

"Stop playing around, dude. Can't you see I'm busy doing someth-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. It stayed still for a short moment as if he was trying to see how you would react. But when he sensed you closing your eyes, he began to move his lips along with yours.

It was a sweet and passionate kiss as if he knew you all his life. It felt so good, you couldn't help but pull his hair, making the kiss deeper. His right hand holding your face along with your jaw, his left hand holding your waist, keeping you close to his body. You could feel your core starting to get wet from the heat that you're feeling, making you rub your thighs together. Taking the hint, Jay placed his knee in the middle and closed the distance between your body. You're now grinding on his thighs, desperately looking for friction and release.

"Are we just gonna kiss all day or are you going to fuck me?" You pulled away from the kiss and chased your breath.

"I thought you said you're busy." He smirked again.

"Well now I'm not." You kissed him again, this time with so much lust and desire. Jay is incredibly handsome, he's tall and has a nice body as well. Normally, you don't hang out with guys like him because you know they're always into pretty girls, but you don't want to think about it for now.

"Relax, baby. I'll get you nice and ready first." He grabbed your breasts as soon as he removed your shirt, sucking on your nipples while his right hand palming your core.

"I guess I don't even need to. You're soaking wet already. Is this all for me, babe?" He removed your last piece of clothing and slipped two fingers inside you.

"Fuck, Jay. Shut up already and put it in.” You can't help but moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you.

“Stop bossing me around, brat.” There was a sudden change in his aura, his fingers thrusting in and out of you now roughly.

“Damn it, I wanna cum on your cock, please. Fuck me already.” You begged. You’re about to reach your climax under his touch. All of a sudden, he removed his fingers making you bite your lips in frustration.

“What the hell? Why did you sto-” You were cut off when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pushing you down on your knees. He immediately removed his belt and tied your hands with it. You stared at him with your puppy eyes while waiting for him to remove his clothes.

He pumped his cock a couple of times before squeezing your cheeks, a sign for you to open your mouth. You were taken aback by the size of his cock in your tiny mouth. You can’t even touch him to support yourself, so he was holding you by your hair and fucking your mouth as he wants.

“See, this is what your mouth is for. It’s not for you to talk back, or be a brat. This mouth is meant for my cock.” Tears pooled in your eyes as the tip of his dick hits your throat every time he would thrust. You were able to get rid of your gag reflex, thanks to your ex.

“Fuck, how are you so good at this? I fucking love your mouth. You’ve got no gag reflex? Fucking insane, ahh.” He’s growling at this point. You can tell he’s close as the veins in his dick are getting more prominent and it’s twitching inside your mouth.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” After a couple of thrusts, he came down your throat. You gladly swallowed his cum, making sure nothing goes to waste.

“Shit, brat. You better remember how I taste.” He said, untying your hands from his belt. He helped you to stand, kissing you while placing you on top of the counter.

He took no time in aligning himself into your core. He gathered your wetness using the tip of his dick and finally pushed it in. You can definitely feel the stretch but the pleasure goes beyond the pain at this point. You were moaning softly against his ear.

“Fuck, you feel so tight around me.” His thrust getting steady and rougher each time.

“You feel so good, Jay. I’m gonna cum.” You’re finally getting the release he denied you earlier.

“That’s right, cum on my cock.” You moaned in response. Your walls tightening around him even more, making him meet his nearing climax for the second time.

“Cum with me, Jay. Come inside me, please.” You were on birth control anyway. You were on an injectable contraceptive and it’s still in effect ‘til now. You will probably need to ask him if he’s fucking around later on but you really wanted to have his cum inside you. Hearing you beg for his cum was music to his ears. After easing you from your high with a couple of thrusts, he came right after. You felt his dick twitch inside you, his cum spreading heat in your walls. He pulled out seconds after, making his cum leak out of you.

Jay swore he took a mental image of it in his mind. You looked so hot, all fucked out because of him. You, on the other hand, waited for him to help you get off the counter.

Which he didn’t do. He put on his clothes and went straight to the bathroom to clean himself.

“What a jerk. Did he just leave me here after all that?” You tried not to feel too disappointed. Still, it made you feel angry. He could’ve at least helped you. “I’m never having sex with you again, asshole.” You said just enough for him to hear you in the bathroom.

Author’s note: Jay’s point of view will be on the second part. He’s a gentleman pls.

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strandnreyes · 2 years ago

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Ten Random Lines

thanks for the tag @rmd-writes @welcometololaland and @liminalmemories21 !!

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten some people.

ONE: sweet nothing

“What?” Carlos hums against his ear, unable to resist the urge to nip at his jaw.

TK presses back instinctively and says, “If they can hear me laugh then they would definitely hear me when you make me scre—”

Carlos clamps a hand down over TK’s mouth. “Say that a little louder, why don’t you?”

TWO: as if you were a mythical thing

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” he says quietly and then closes his mouth, like he didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Carlos takes them off, it feels too personal to have TK see him like that when he doesn’t know where they stand anymore. “They’re just for reading.”

TK nods, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side as he lingers at the edge of the blanket. “I saw you come down here. Can I sit?”

THREE: secret moments in a crowded room

TK barely pays attention as the presenter goes through the nominees for the only reason he’s even here, but the polite claps and pasted grins from those around him as a different group makes their way to the stage makes it pretty obvious that the film announced wasn’t theirs.

He can’t say he’s all that disappointed if he’s being honest. He might not be going home as an Oscar winner, but he’s going home with an Oscar winner and there’s an allure to that that’s unbeatable.

FOUR: to live for the hope of it all

“We still have the other flare. There’s still…” he turns around. “I’ll go—”

“TK, don’t.” Carlos’ hollow voice stops TK in his tracks. “It’s gone. It’s over.”

“Carlos.”

FIVE: one single thread

“Is it bad that I don’t want to go back tomorrow?” He asks, tipping his head against the side of the couch as he watches Carlos also put away his things.

“You like teaching,” he reminds him.

“I like spending time with you more,” TK counteracts, poking his thigh with his toe and basking in the way he shakes his head and flushes. “C’mere.”

SIX: yours for the weekend

“I sound like an asshole for being upset that everyone inside is happy,” he laughs humorlessly.

“No you don’t.” Calros bumps their shoulders together but the contact is gone way too soon. “You sound like someone who misses his friends.”

TK bounces his leg and stares at the crack in the concrete under his feet before whispering, “They’re not the only ones I miss.”

SEVEN: pushing deadlines

“Are you sure this is okay?”

Carlos nods. “They think I’m about to have a one night stand with you, so yes. It’s okay.”

TK smiles, stepping in closer now that he knows he’s allowed. “Does that mean I get to kiss you?”

EIGHT: haunted by the ghost of you

“Look, TK hasn’t told me what happened between you two-”

“Oh,” Carlos laments. “We don’t have to—”

“But,” Owen barrels on, ignoring his protests. “I know my son, and sometimes he does things and says things that he doesn’t really mean.”

NINE: pushing boundaries

“You drive me crazy,” Carlos says breathlessly. “Sitting there, chewing on the end of your pen while I’m trying to work.”

TK’s smirk says he knows exactly what he was doing. “Oh, sorry.” His eyes twinkle. “Am I distracting you? Because I can let you get back to it,” he suggests, making a move to stand up.

Carlos’ hands force him back down, kissing the words ‘shut up’ into the skin of his neck.

TEN: the one he’s walking to

Carlos turns his head just slightly to the left to press his lips against his temple. “Are you ready to get out of here?” he murmurs into his ear.

“Ditching our own party?” TK teases in a way that indicates he isn’t all that opposed to the idea.

“I can’t help it. My husband looks damn good in his tux.”

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

#my fics #my 2k challenge #sebastian stan smut #smut #sebastian stan #mob au #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan reader #sebastian stan reader insert #sebastian stan reader inserts #sebastian stan fanfiction

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bodycountgame · 3 years ago

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hello nell! my birthday is almost coming up and i was wondering what is the ROs default present for an mc? like would they go all out and buy something expensive or would they go DIY?

oooo happy almost birthday!! here are my random thoughts about birthday gifting xoxo

adegoke

likes to plan activities, create memories. would just plan, like, a whole day from start to finish to try and get as close to their perfect day as he could.

arthur

usually goes for something classy, but with a nod to sentimentality – just a little hint so that they can’t be totally sure if it’s just coincidence. also loves extravagant travel-based gifts – surprise trips and weekends away and stuff.

atticus

hates gift giving, generally just like texts them a few weeks before like “hey what do you want for your birthday” and if they say nothing then he’ll just spend days like GOD what does THAT mean and eventually just get them something very middle of the road in the hope that it both is a gift (if they were lying and actually Did want one) or a non-gift (if they were telling the truth and really didn't want anything).

avery

generally just goes for a single good quality item that she knows they need, but is still kind of a fancy indulgence? like a really nice perfume/cologne if she knows they’re running low, or like nice new shoes or w/e. if she’s really into someone she’d like cook them a fancy dinner and plan a nice evening – when she does for something that’s taken time, you know she’s really in it.

charlie

would get them a few, smaller things that are based on inside jokes or things that had come up in conversation before – often ridiculous and kitsch and totally useless haha. also totally the sort of person who would supplement his gifting with handmade coupons (i.e. redeem this coupon to burn one (1) item from my wardrobe etc)

ellis

it’s hard to say how ellis would approach gifting, because i think it’d be so personal to whoever they were with? they’d certainly put A Lot of thought into it and what was important to their SO and then try to get/do something that they’d really cherish. ellis also argues fiercely that the card is the best part of any gift, so they love writing a nice, long message in a card haha

florrie

goes really all out for birthdays. gift giving is really important to florrie – it’s an opportunity for her to pour all of her love and care for a person and everything that she knows about them and try to show them how she feels. goes way over the top, if anything.

griffin

doesn’t go super hard on birthdays and he’ll probably forget until the last minute and then be like OH FUCK as he’s driving home the night before or whatever. expect pretty cliched gift-based items, definitely no card, but he’ll probably think of something fun and spontaneous to do that covers him.

imogen

looks out for the perfect thing, like, all year round that she can pick up and save for a birthday/gift-giving holiday. expect something vintage and unique and incredibly thoughtful – i just always imagine imogen as the sort of gift giver where the other person unwraps it and does that little gasp that people do when they’ve just been really caught by surprise by the thoughtfulness of a gift?

nyra

remembers all the things that they have wanted to do over the year and she shot down and then picks her favourites to actually do as a fun lil surprise birthday date. her parents also send gifts if they approve of her SO, so there’s that too.

rowan

definitely errs more on the side of experience-based gifting, but would totally get them a little something silly to open in the morning and make them a special breakfast in bed. she’d also definitely make them wear a party hat and/or badge all day and probably also get them a dumb thomas the tank engine card that plays a song when they open it.

syd

early on they’d be doing like. covert gifting hahaha – they’d totally think of great gifts and just get them and like plant them around like they were things that had always been there because they don’t want to go through the Serious Gift Giving process. otherwise totally pretend they forgot and are like :/ oh shit sorry well I guess we can order in dinner or whatever. later on, once they’ve eased up a bit, they’d be very into gift giving, actually. they hate their own birthday, though, so good luck ever getting it out of them.

vinh

definitely goes handmade. it’d probably seem like they forgot at first cause they wouldn’t mention it until the Exact Right Time when they’d got everything just right. vinh is terrible at working to a deadline so that might be at like 11:59 when they wake them up to be like ok hi sorry i didn’t forget i just wasn’t ready but here!!!

#ch: adegoke #ch: arthur #ch: atticus #ch: avery #ch: charlie #ch: florrie #ch: ellis #ch: griff #ch: imogen #ch: nyra #ch: syd #ch: rowan #ch: vinh

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perfectarmony · 2 years ago

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Unless Nadia is going to be TCL's big bad in S3, I've seen enough of her this season. She's taking up too much screen time. What do you think? Tx.

Hey Anon, and sorry for the delay!

I also have been wondering about Nadia's future in s3 for a while now 👀 and the truth is - I haven't come up with a definitive answer.

Despite knowing that Eva was working on a new project since a little before TCL stopped filming, my heart dropped when I saw Deadline's tweet announcing that she had a new role. I immediately gasped, and freaked myself out before even reading the headline properly - long story short, it's a movie that has no impact on TCL, and I don't think they would kill Nadia just now.

Anyway, I like her as a character on her own - so I wouldn't mind watching her thrive with La Habana and Fast Lane.

What I would want to see in that case though is her - not her relationship to Kamdar or Arman - but really her as Nadia. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I guess the love triangle might be why you're getting tired of her?

If they go down that route - kill Kamdar and let her take over his empire - they would still have to keep her story tied to Arman and Thony's business in some way. So unless they work with/for her and becomes their ''bank'', or she is indeed pregnant (do not freak out, it most likely won't happen but since it's still a possibly, I have to put it here), the big bad theory could also make sense!

She surely would make an interesting villain, but what I can't wrap my head around is : how do we get there? I can't picture her putting Arman or Thony in danger on purpose, so what could change?

Too much power?

Will she realize that Arman just used her to get rid of Kamdar, and that's her last straw? She's now willing to help, but still doesn't know that the FBI is involved, that Arman only charmed her to get the key card, and I'm not sure she'll take it well when she realizes that he more or less used her...

Or she loses everything after all when Kamdar dies and feels betrayed because Arman didn't mention Garrett? I mean how is the FBI supposed to just close their eyes when she takes over?

And of course, what would then make Arman turn on her?

Honestly anon, I don't know how the season is going to end for Nadia - but I'm pretty sure she'll agree with Thony's plan, and will work with her in the 2 hour finale. I can't see her going to prison either because someone else already has that privilege 🤧 so right now, I guess I'll just let the show surprise me 😏

#the cleaning lady #TCL spoilers #Asks

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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Burnout

Pairing: Dream / Clay x gn!reader

Summary: Working nonstop leaves Clay officially exhausted. Too bad he doesn’t know when to call it quits. Luckily for him, you do.

Warnings: depictions of anxiety + exhaustion + burnout

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: this was inspired by some of my own personal experiences. please get some rest if you need it. i hope you enjoy!

Clay awoke to the sound of meowing in his ear and a paw prodding at his cheek.

Letting out a small groan, he shifted, vaguely aware that his cheek was pressed against something cold. He reached up in front of his face, his fingertips meeting soft fur. He blinked an eye open, his hand rubbing at his bleary vision. Little by little, the fogginess slowly parted to reveal Patches’ olive green eyes peering back at him. The moment his gaze met hers, she meowed, swiping at his face again.

“Stop,” he croaked, surprising himself by how dry his mouth was. Almost immediately, Patches took a step back, meowing once more at him before hopping off the table and vanishing from his line of sight.

He raised a hand to his throat, swallowing uncomfortably. Slowly, he lifted his head from the desk, taking in the sight of his desk set-up. While his monitor was dark, it was his laptop that was lighting up the cluttered mess that had become his studio. Off to his right sat his green water bottle.

Right. His water bottle had been empty for—

His eyes darted to the clock, squinting. The numbers 1:47 AM flashed back at him.

—six hours.

When did I knock out? he wondered to himself, rubbing at his temples. Two hours ago? He shook his head. Well, doesn’t matter, now. Gotta finish the new plug-in.

He reached over, nudging his mouse with his elbow. The moment his cursor moved, his monitor came to life, light flooding the dimness of his room. He squinted, shielding his eyes from the glaring brightness of the screen with the back of his hand.

His code was still open, the line having cut off in the middle, the open bracket hanging wide, waiting to be completed and closed.

He grimaced, the gears already whirring in his head as he stared at the ticking clock on his screen. He needed to have the plug-in coded by tomorrow—or, well, today—so he could send it off to George for their scheduled test run. Not to mention the video he was only halfway finished editing he wanted to upload in two days’ time.

He dragged a hand over his face, a low groan rumbling in his chest. Just then, there was another low growl, this time coming from his stomach. He glanced downward at his hoodie pocket, something sharp digging at his insides.

Well, first, it seemed like he would need some food.

He pushed back his chair and pushed himself onto his feet, wincing at the way his muscles ached. They were definitely sore from not having been used in god knows how long, now. With another sigh, he turned, pushing the door open to his studio before climbing the stairs.

It only took a few moments for him to find the kitchen. He fumbled with the light switch for a second before the room was suddenly flooded with light. He winced, slapping a hand over his eyes. “Oh god,” he muttered, his throat feeling raw, “it’s so bright.”

A few seconds later, he peeked through his fingers and lowered his hand, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the brightness. As soon as he could see clearly once more, he dragged himself over to the cabinet, pulling the door open to peer inside. Empty space stared back at him, and he frowned. We forgot to go grocery shopping.

A snack-size bag of chips and two cups of instant ramen stared back at him, almost tauntingly. After staring for another moment, he found himself pulling out one of the two cups, eyeing it dubiously before shrugging. It’ll do. Flipping open the kettle, he quickly filled it with some water before setting it to boil. As he waited, he grabbed a pair of chopsticks and tore open the cup cover, fishing out the flavour packet and tearing it open with his teeth. Just as he was pouring the flavour powder in, he heard a voice behind him.

“Clay?”

He froze, then felt something in his chest soften. He turned, mustering what energy he had to send you a smile. “Hi, [Y/N].” At the sight of your bleary eyes, his smile drooped. “You’re still awake?”

You yawned, holding a hand over your mouth. “Mhm. Hungry. I’m just grabbing a snack, that’s all.”

Behind him, the kettle whistled. He quickly removed the top, then turned back to send you a knowing look. “Me too.”

You strolled over to the cabinet he had looked through earlier, frowning as you let out a sigh. “I’ll go grocery shopping this weekend,” you murmured, reaching for the chips. “Anything you want?”

He cast a glance at the chips in your hand. “More chips?” he offered softly. “I dunno. I haven’t really thought about it.”

You bobbed your head and pulled the bag open, immediately sticking a chip in your mouth. Clay let the sound of chips crunching fill the air as he poured the boiling water into his noodle cup, stirring absentmindedly as you quickly finished the bag. After a few moments, he eagerly raised his chopsticks to his lips, a whirlwind of flavour filling his mouth. The noodles didn’t particularly help with the dryness of his mouth or his tiredness, but at least he wasn’t hungry anymore.

The two of you ate in silence for a while. At one point, you finished the chips and threw out the bag, but he wasn’t quite paying attention. He felt his toes curl beneath him as he shifted in an effort to keep himself awake, but he could still feel the exhaustion pulling at his ankles. He wished he was asleep, he really did.

Just then, you spoke up. “Are you okay?”

He blinked, snapping out of his tired daze. “Yeah,” he mumbled in between chews. “I’m just a bit tired.”

You pursed your lips, leaning back against the counter as you eyed him up and down. “You look more than just ‘a bit tired’, Clay.”

He swallowed, averting his gaze from yours as he focused on shoveling more noodles in his mouth. His eyelids burned, weighed down by bricks made of exhaustion. “You think so?”

You didn’t answer, only staring at him for a few moments longer as he finished the cup of ramen. He didn’t even have the strength to think about the tension pervading the air. As soon as he was finished, he set the cup down, ignoring how heavy his arm felt. He felt your eyes on his as he rinsed out the empty container before tossing it in the recycling bin. He turned, your gaze locking onto his. Irritation prickled up his spine at your expression.

“What?” he said, his tone coming out harsher than he intended. A flicker of guilt ran through him, but it quickly dissolved into weariness once more. Whatever. He was tired. It didn’t matter. Right?

To his surprise, you didn’t flinch like he thought you would. Instead, you took a small step toward him, your hand reaching up and forward tentatively. Your fingers brushed against his cheekbone, and the moment your palm met his skin, he nearly melted into your touch. How long had it been since his shoulders felt so loose? He couldn’t recall.

“Clay,” you murmured, your thumb brushing over his cheek, “will you come to bed with me?”

His breath hitched. Sleeping? Now? He couldn’t afford it—even a single lick of sleep would throw him off entirely. He needed to finish his code and finish editing that video for the day after. He couldn’t just sleep, now.

He sent you a smile, hoping it didn’t look as sad as it felt. “Sorry, love, but I have a bit more work I have left to do.”

You blinked, your lips curling downward. Your frown bit into him harder than he would have liked. Slowly, you pulled your hand back from his cheek, something disappointing flashing in your gaze. “Okay,” you said quietly, turning to walk out of the kitchen. “Please go to sleep soon, though, alright?”

He nodded, but the action didn’t fully register in his head as he watched you disappear from his line of sight. Already, he missed your warmth against his face, and he had half the mind to change his mind and go to bed with you right then and there.

But the deadline hanging over his head wrapped a fraction tighter around his throat, whispering into his ear like a menace. “You don’t have time.”

Indeed, he didn’t.

Shutting the kitchen lights off, he slipped back down the stairs once more, striding back into his studio. He collapsed into his chair with a grunt, shaking his mouse as his monitor came back to life. He cracked his knuckles once before settling his hands back on the keyboard, focusing his attention back on the open bracket once more.

He wasn’t sure how much time he spent typing, opening and closing Google as he ran into bug after bug. The longer he stared at the screen, the more his brain felt like it was slowly getting the life sucked out of it. He had only completed another dozen lines of code or two when something tore him out of his focus.

“Clay.”

His thoughts came to a jarring halt in his head. He turned, spotting you leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed over your chest. A concerned expression was plastered to your face, and he nearly fell out of his chair. “[Y/N]? Why are you still up?” His eyebrows knit together. “I thought you went to bed.”

“I sent George a text,” you said abruptly, your eyes scanning his face with a wary look, “and he said he doesn’t mind doing the test run another day.”

Clay’s mouth fell open, a wave of shock rolling over him. You... what? Swallowing, he closed it, shaking his head slightly. Just because he didn’t need to finish the code didn’t mean he still didn’t have any work to do. “I still have to finish the video—”

“You can finish that another day, too,” you suddenly said, your eyes not leaving his. He saw your fingers curl into your pyjamas. “You know your fans will love it no matter when it comes out.”

Something welled up inside of him, something hard and cold that dug straight through his bones. “B-But...”

You simply tilted your head at him, a weary look crossing your face. “But what, Clay? Is there anything else?”

He paused for a moment, a pebble of shame dropping into his stomach as he shook his head. “No,” he admitted quietly. His heart burned uncomfortably between his lungs. “But I could always get a head start on—“

“Clay,” you said sharply, not missing the way he jumped, “don’t you see what you’re doing to yourself?” You lowered your arms and your voice grew quiet, something pained flitting across your features. “This is killing you.”

He stared at you, the light of his monitor making your face glow in the dimness of his studio. As much as he tried, he couldn’t think of another rational justification for staying up. He had no other immediate tasks, no other projects he needed to work on in this moment. He had no reason to stay awake any longer.

And yet, deep down, something anxious and angry thrashed in his gut. Sleeping now just felt wrong. It was almost as though it was a crime, as though he would somehow fail if he didn’t keep working. After all, if he didn’t keep working, then what kind of creator was he?

But the longer he stared at you, taking in the sight of your pleading eyes and worried frown, he felt something else overtake him entirely. A different kind of sinking feeling settled over his shoulders, and he swallowed.

“[Y/N],” he said honestly, suddenly feeling vulnerable and very, very sad, “I’m tired.”

Your gaze softened, and he almost wanted to cry. “I know,” you said, soft and sincere.

With quiet steps, you made your way over to him, stopping just in front of him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against your stomach as he let out a shaky breath. You didn’t move, simply raising a hand to pat his head. For a few moments, he simply leaned against you, feeling his eyes sting and burn with a mixture of fatigue and sadness. Was he really that tired?

“You put too much responsibility on your own shoulders, Clay,” you murmured, your hand leaving his head. “You’re allowed to be your own person. You’re allowed to spend time to yourself. You’re allowed to take care of yourself—you need to.”

You pulled back slightly, and he raised his head. His lungs felt like they had tied themselves into a knot in his chest, but the moment his eyes met yours, he could suddenly breathe clearly again.

“Please,” you said, “come to bed with me.”

He blinked. Then, he nodded. “Okay.”

He didn’t miss the smile that stretched across your face as you reached over to save his code, turning off his monitor. As soon as the studio filled with darkness, you slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of his chair and up the stairs. He didn’t remember walking into the bathroom, but you were suddenly shoving his toothbrush in his hand.

“I’ll wait for you in our room,” you said, “okay?”

He nodded again, still too dazed to fully comprehend anything. He only half remembered brushing his teeth, spitting out the toothpaste as he rinsed out his mouth in the sink. Before he knew it, he was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, his eyelids already drooping. You were sitting on the bed, your legs curled beneath you and the blankets pulled back for him.

The moment he stepped inside, you lifted your chin, tilting your head at him. “You done?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but cut himself off with a yawn. Wiping at his blurring vision, he nodded. “Mhm.”

The pleased grin you sent him made his heart swell with affection. “Perfect.” You patted the space in front of you. “C’mere.”

Without an ounce of hesitation, he walked forward and climbed onto the bed, settling his head back against the pillow as you pulled the sheets up over him. After a few seconds of shifting, he finally settled down, his shoulders sagging as he let the tightness seep out of his body and into the bed.

“Comfy?” you asked softly, your voice washing over him like a soothing melody.

He shifted his head slightly, his legs curling further into the warm blankets. “Very.”

He could only imagine the soft smile on your face, a fond look filling your eyes. “When’s the last time you slept before four o’clock?”

He thought for a moment. If he had the energy, he would have shrugged. “Can’t remember. Must have been a month ago, or something.”

He could hear the frown in your voice. “That’s not healthy, Clay.”

He exhaled sharply through his nose, feeling his lips curl slightly. “Probably.”

There was a slight pause, then he felt your hand in his hair. In an instant, he had melted into putty on the mattress, tilting his head slightly toward you. “You can only run on sheer passion for so long,” you murmured, dragging your fingers through his hair. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed. “People need rest. And good food. And warm hugs. And love.”

He blinked, slow and lazy. “Love?” he repeated.

You hummed. “Yeah.” Dipping your head, you pressed a kiss beside his ear, whispering, “Lots and lots of love.”

He nodded ever so subtly, his head sinking further and further into his pillow. “Love,” he whispered back, caught in a dreamlike haze.

Your fingers scratched against his scalp, and he let out a tiny sigh. “You still with me?”

“Mm,” he mumbled, “not really.”

Your hand stilled for a moment, then carried on. “Good. Go to sleep, Clay.” He could hear the soft smile in your voice. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He said something back, or at least he thought he did, but he had drifted too far to care at that point.

This was nice. He missed this.

That night, Clay fell asleep with your hands in his hair and a smile on his face—feeling warm, safe, and oh-so loved.

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asfeline · 3 years ago

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🄲🄾🄻🄻🄴🄰🄶🅄🄴 🄶🄾🄹🄾 🅇 🄵🄴🄼! 🅁🄴🄰🄳🄴🅁

Please be aware of the tags before reading ⚠️

Smut !!

Summary : Gojo is a frustrated colleague and you take care of him

Tags : office sex, voyeurism, unprotected-sex

Credit : rennca_ on Twitter

You were checking your computer very unmotivated after seeing the message at the top of your emails.

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐋/𝐍, 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐗𝐗𝐗 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐫. 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟓. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝟓, 𝟗 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐗𝐘𝐙 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨@𝐲𝐲𝐲𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞.𝐜𝐨𝐦

You looked at the top of your screen and the calendar showed you June 5. You sighed. You had put off the date long enough. You rolled your eyes; you definitely didn't want to meet that famous Gojo Satoru whose reputation was pursuing him as a womanizer. You printed the necessary papers, took your phone and looked at the time, 17:49.

Well, I'll go quickly and go home, you thought. You salivated at the thought of your pizza waiting in your freezer. For once you could go home early and enjoy a quiet evening. You grabbed your bag and took a good stretch.

You headed for the elevator. Which floor again? You consulted your company's website and looked for his name in the contacts. His picture appeared first. Womanizer... you could see why all the women were behind. With that piercing blue gaze, and the peculiar color of his platinum hair, even you had to admit that he was more than attractive. Even on his profile, which was supposed to be professional, you could see that he had a little smile on his face, the photographer was certainly a pretty woman. You chased your thoughts and slid on his profile to see his office number: 711.

So, 7th floor, you clicked on the button that indicated the right number.

Once there you looked at the arrows indicating in which direction you should go. The one on the left indicated his office only.

-Son of... you whistled through your teeth; you have an office all to yourself... pfff... you muttered jealously.

His office must have been gigantic. And from where you were, you could see his door, framed by two large windows. You raised your eyebrows admiring the fact that his office was made of glass and that it certainly overlooked an extraordinary view.

You walked over and a few feet before the door, a desk was on your right.

You could read "Secretary" on the silver plate in the middle of the cabinet, but without the owner at her post. You thought about whether you could leave the documents here and go.

-Shit, thinking about the deadline that was today. You couldn’t leave not knowing if he saw them or not, plus you needed to discuss some points with him. Well, never mind let’s see if he’s here, you approached the door which was slightly opened.

Yes! you thought, that means he was still here, you put your hand to open it when you heard muffled sounds coming from inside. You reached out to see what was going on, to see if he was in a meeting with someone but the sounds were more and more like grunts. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips.

It's not what I think it is, right? you thought.

You reached out even closer and heard the moans of a man and those of a woman, whose mouth must have been currently occupied by the "slurp" sounds you could hear.

This was the worst... you thought. How could you interrupt this moment? You definitely weren't going to wait for him to finish his business, nor were you going to go in without being announced, embarrassing them. This is not the place to do that. You bit your lip at the thought, you weren't the one who could talk. You massaged your temple, thinking

-Shit, can you go faster or not?... he moaned from within.

Well, you had to get up the courage, otherwise you would never have made it home. You knocked twice.

-Mr. Gojo? Y/N L/N here, I'm supposed to drop off files for the updates Mr. Nanami requested. Can I leave them on the desk outside for you? you asked.

You heard a sharp muffled noise.

-No, bring them in here, he answered.

What? you thought.

-I need to see the files Mrs. L/N. Come in! he continued.

-What?! said the female voice inside.

You heard several gesticulations in the office before a young woman, slightly taller than you, came out, red with embarrassment. She put her hair back in place and walked towards her desk.

-Oh, and Miss Suwaga? The young woman turned around. Stay at your post, I've sent you the last of the appointments for the week. Finish this and you can go home.

She breathed and went back to her office with a quick step. You swallowed. You didn't know where to put yourself.

-Come in... he said in a deep voice.

You took the files clutched in your hands close to your pounding chest and closed the door behind you. He was sitting in the direction of his large bay window; you could see him from three-quarters. From there you could see that his shirt was down to one button, his hair was partially pulled back. He turned around in his chair to face you.

-Sorry for the wait, I was ... busy, he said, winking at you.

You looked at him and shrugged.

-Next time maybe try to make sure you're alone? you say dryly.

He slumped back in his large chair and crossed his arms behind his head.

-Oh? And the idea of being surprised? he asked you. Isn't that something that excites you?

A wave of electricity shot through your body, ending in your panties. Yes, it is. You had experienced it not long ago.

-I think the topic is off the table for our meeting, you answered him trying to face him. I'll cut to the chase. I'm here to drop this off, you handed him the documents. I need to discuss with you the importance of points 5, 9 and 14, if possible.

-5 June huh?... he said gently.

-Pardon?

He tapped his watch. You raised an eyebrow.

-Fortunately, that my activities saved you then.

You frowned your eyes trying to understand what he was getting at. He smiled.

-Usually I'm out by 5:30, and it would have been too late for you. Knowing Kento, he sent you these documents easily a week in advance... why did you wait so long to deliver them to me?

You couldn't tell him that you didn't want to meet him, that was not very professional...

-I'm on the right date, the rest doesn't matter.

-I'm not so sure about that thought but whatever. So, points 5, 9 and 14... he looked at them and typed some things on his computer. You discussed their implementation and every time you spoke, he looked at you intensely, in a way that made your whole back shiver. You didn't know if he was making you uncomfortable or if it was because of the excitement that was starting to build up in your body. You had to leave before you got to the end of that thought.

-I think we have everything, don't you? you asked, cutting off his gaze.

He tilted his head to the side looking you up and down.

-I have a few more things I'd like to go over with you, he said.

-Is this about our meeting? You asked.

He looked up at the ceiling, thinking.

-More or less, he continued.

-I'm listening then, you answered.

He tilted his head to the side, facing the glass that separated his office from the hallway. His secretary was still at her post, looking exasperated. He smirked.

-I must tell you something, he began. As you can imagine, you stopped me in a crucial moment, and you see I'm both frustrated because I'm currently very tight in my pants.

You widened your eyes.

-But at the same time, I'd like to thank you because it really wasn't incredible, what was going on I mean. He smiled at you, not taking his eyes off you.

-Shall I say “you are welcome”? you said in a playful tone.

His smile did not leave his lips, his tongue passing slowly between them. He rested his elbows on his desk, resting his head on his hands, staring at you. Your legs closed as if by automatic.

-I'd like to be the one to tell you "you're welcome", if you can follow what I'm getting at. I have the impression that you are not indifferent to me, right?

You pinched your lips.

-Well... he continued

He got up from his desk, walking around, you followed him with your eyes. He sat down on the edge, facing you, his legs level with your chest, which was quickening with your breathing. You didn't really know what to say, but to be honest, yes, it had an effect on you. More than you'd like to admit.

-Your face answers for you, baby, I almost don't need you to answer me, he says. I want to hear your beautiful voice...

-Gojo...

-Yes, he cut you off, I want to hear you shout that name, my pretty, under my movements.

The electricity that was flowing through you was really starting to burn, it was making you hot now.

-With your secretary outside? I'm having trouble...

-Oh? so if she's not there... is that a yes? But you see she has to work; she won't bother us... he says with a growing smile.

You swallow, what were you doing? Your pizza was waiting for you, your quiet evening. But deep down, you wanted to see if his reputation was based on anything real.

-Maybe, you say. But if you promise to contain your moaning, maybe I can get past it.

He grunted. So that was his kink? Being heard? Found out?

-Can you? he asked.

-It depends on how well my partner do, you said confidently.

-Confident huh, he said in a hoarse voice. He got up and went to lock the door, turning his secretary's head in your direction.

He signaled her to continue working through the glass.

When he turned around, he could see you starting to unbutton your dress, revealing your black lacy lingerie underneath. You easily let it fall to your feet and found yourself in front of him wearing only your underwear and semi-opaque tights.

He looked you up and down and swallowed. Perfect was the word on his lips. His erection already present since the beginning of your meeting was growing and soon would not be able to hold in his pants become too tight.

You infiltrated a finger on each side of your tights to remove it.

-No, wait! He unexpectedly shouted. I want to do it.

He licked his lips.

-Fuck, you are gorgeous, and I’m picky guy.

He took your head and dipped his tongue in your mouth making you moaned. He took you by the legs, wrapping them around his waist, your almost naked skin touching his exposed chest. You moaned at the contact of his erection on your clothed pussy. He opened his eyes to see your face, focused on your kiss. Oh, he was going to enjoy it. He pinned you down on the desk, his hands sliding down your legs. He got up from you, you opened your eyes slowly to see a semi-god in front of you taking off his shirt, your legs still wrapped around him, your hips starting little movements to rub against him. He smiled.

-Hun, hun, baby, putting his hand on your panties.

He rubbed his fingers against your pussy that only wanted him inside you. You shivered at the thought.

-You are not allowed to move without my permission. I give the orders in my office.

You swallowed and nodded.

-Good girl, he said in a deep voice.

He continued his caresses along your legs, stopping on your thighs and clutching them. He looked at you and smiled widely. You returned his gaze intrigued at what was going on in his head when you felt him suddenly pull on your tights, ripping them off completely, creating two gaping holes on your legs.

-Hey! but before you could continue, he pressed his mouth against yours.

You both moaned in your kiss. His hand slipped under your pantyhose, touching your skin, pinching you then caressing you, leaving little red marks behind. He pulled his hand out and came off from your lips, admiring you panting. He returned his gaze to your pussy, still hidden under too many layers, before tearing off the part of the pantyhose that prevented him from having access to it.

-Ah! you couldn't help but exclaim at the realization that your tights were completely ruined under his attack. Fuck... you felt his warm breath next to your panties, making you even wetter than before. Satoru... please~ you moaned.

-Hmmm, eager I see, he said while shifting your panties to the side having full access to your cunt.

He licked in one go; your pussy completely wet under his movements. He let out an animal growl.

-Tasty, he mumbled before nibbling one of your vaginal lips.

-Urgh! ~ you groaned. More! you begged, putting your hands on his head, in his silver hair.

-What did I say? He said stopping his movements. I give the orders here.

He raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer from you, you nodded slowly, wanting only one thing, that he makes a mess of you.

He returned his attention to your cunt which was just asking for his tongue. He licked one wall, then another, forcing you to gasp under the pleasure of his movements. He finally introduced his long tongue deep into you, making you widen your eyes, and a few tears of pleasure came to the edge of your eyes.

Under his erratic movements, he grunted. He was taking more and more pleasure; his boxers were so tight. He only wanted to take you on his desk until you couldn't walk anymore. He continued to move his tongue back and forth, before concentrating on your clit, biting it tenderly and sucking it repeatedly.

-Ah-ah-ah ~~, you moaned, tongue out. My god… fuck! uh-uh-uh…

He accelerated his movements understanding by your moaning louder and louder that he was doing things right, obviously. He withdrew from your pussy and licked all of your body slowly going up, until he reached your breast.

He easily inserted two long fingers inside you, while licking the contours of your chest. He lifted your bra with his other hand and sucked around your nipple. His fingers quickened the movements, feeling your hips trembling as if you were begging to him to go further. He circled around your clit, making you moaned of pleasure. He nibbled on your nipple before taking more of your breast into his mouth, leaving behind the sucking noises that were getting you off even more. Your pussy tightened at his movements, you felt yourself coming. You couldn't help but cry out in pleasure as he applied pressure to your sensitive spot.

-Hmmm, there yes…yess…ah-ah-ah~~ you moaned so loudly that you knew that the secretary had heard you, making you tighten even more around her fingers. You felt your orgasm coming, making all your legs and body shake.

-OH MY GOD! ~~ you screamed, letting the wave of pleasure take over.

He placed his lips on yours, still fingering you, with his fucking long finger, right through your orgasm. Your walls were clinching around his movements. His name was on your lips, and it was making him so fucking horny. He withdrew from you, letting you breathless on the desk. He let down his pants and started to palpate his dick under his boxer. He was so hard it was painful. You stood up on your elbows, watching him slowly undress before seeing what was waiting for you under his boxers.

-Want that? He asked.

You nodded.

-Ye-yess, I want it… you salivated.

-Suck it then, he ordered removing entirely his boxer, letting free his thick dick, moistened by his precum, decorated by long blue veins. You rolled your tongue over your lips at the thought of having him in your mouth.

You got down from the desk, walking towards him, once facing him you got down on your knees, gently licking his chest. He watched you descend on him, and you never left his sight.

-Mmmh, he moaned, yeah.

You took his cock in your hands, slowly starting to jack him off. You gave a few licks on the top, sucking on his precum which made him tilt his head back. His eyes met those of his secretary who had been looking in your direction for a few minutes now. She could make out your legs, but you were hidden behind the door. Gojo motioned for her to take note, imitating a pen and notebook with his hand, she glared back at him, red. She took her bag, turned around, he let out a laugh. she left the office.

He concentrated on you, who had just started to pump him, rolling your tongue along his member.

-Fuck, you're good, he said in a deep voice.

You took him deeper into your mouth, his tip touching the entrance to your throat. Your heat and wetness turned him on. He took your head and pushed it even deeper into him, holding you firmly. Tears gathered along your eyes and began to roll down. His cock was much too long for you. He pulled out before he pushed in.

-Oh fuck! Yeah!

He accelerated his movements with his hips fucking your mouth hardly. With each coming and going, his cock was pushing more and more into your throat, forcing you to gap on him. He grabbed your head even more, a few more strokes and he'd be able to get himself all the way into your mouth. The thought was already making him want to release himself into you. His movements accelerated and your mouth noises became louder and louder, your saliva and his precum mixing together. He took you out of his mouth, you were completely crying.

What a sight, he thought. You wrapped your hand around him while your jaw readjusted and jerked him off at a rapid pace.

-FUCK yes! Keep it up and I'll cum on you! Shit! UH~~ yes!

He was literally screaming with pleasure. The sun rays were shining through his hair, giving you a wonderful show, this man was the definition of beauty. You took it back into your mouth, pumping it at a steady pace, you felt him shaking, with each of your strokes. His head snapped back, pleasure taking over.

-Holy shit.... I'm gonna... huh-huh~~ cum... fuck!

You sucked his cock completely before diving back on top of him to take him completely, your nose touching his hair, the same color as those on top of his head. You felt him blocking you where you were, with his hands on your head, and his hips took over, moving back and forth at an almost hellish pace in your mouth. Your throat was now completely filled with him.

-Cumming! Huh! ~~ AH!

With one last thrust inside your mouth, he released his cum which went straight into throat, without you being able to do anything. His eyes completely closed, his head still back, his hands on your head and his hips still making little dry movements, as if to make sure you wouldn't let any drop out. He slowly came down from his cloud before watching you swallow the sperm; he had just released into you.

-Fuck that was amazing .... he moaned.

It had been a long time since he had felt so much pleasure from a blow job. Where have you been all this time?

You fell on your hands trying to catch your breath. He laughed at the sight. Confident not long ago, yet you were now on all fours in front of him, and clearly, he wasn't done with you. He took your arm, forcing you to stand up, he pushed his lips on you.

-Incredible, however now this will go into you.

You looked down, seeing that his cock was getting harder. How? In few seconds only… How?

You gasped when he lifted you, kissing you again and bringing you to his chair, next to the bay window, the last rays of sunlight caressing your skin.

-Honey… he said quietly, seeing you shining.

-Sit on me now, I'll take you in that position.

you nodded and placed a leg on each side before taking his cock in your hands, placing it at your entrance. You were soaked with excitement and the touch of his tip on your pussy made you moan.

You rubbed yourself against him, lubricating him before sitting on him, pulling him in more and more.

-Good girl, I'm not quite there yet," he said, watching your two limbs slowly connect. I want to be fully inside you before I let you see the 7th heaven...

You nodded and continued your descent into him, moving up and down to take him even more. You leaned on his head, forcing him to face your breasts still trapped in your bra. He left your slowly descending hips before pulling your bra down leaving your breasts exposed. He sucked on one before grunting, feeling almost entirely inside you. He thrust his hip into you before sneaking your hips into contact.

-Fuck, he steadied himself. Fuck, so tight…

Your eyes were completely closed at the thought of having him inside you. He lowered his head, seeing your juices sliding down your thighs and onto him. He licked his mouth and began to circle his hips so you could feel him all the way inside you. He saw your tongue fall out of your mouth, oh yes you liked that.

He was touching your sensitive points without any effort.

-Move. Now, he ordered.

You lifted yourself up before falling back on top of him, allowing him to see a bulge forming a few inches below your belly button.

He watched you make your moves, hypnotized by the appearance and disappearance of this bump. When was the last time he had faced his partner? For a long time now, he always took them from behind, avoiding meeting their eyes. Yet you, he wanted to see you get off on him. Your movements accelerated on him, your hands went down on his shoulders, your head tilted back. He felt that you were losing your balance, so he grabbed your hips, and started to move in you at a ferrous pace.

-AH! ~~ fuck ye-yessss! You cried.

He was hitting your cervix so easily. He was hammering in you, and you were just a ball of nerve under his contact. With each thrust, he left slap noises that made you so excited. His groans were also growing louder. Your tightness was taking him so good, applying pressure all around his dick.

-God dammit, he moaned, so, so good… ~~

He sped up and sucked on your other tit. You took back his head in your arm, pressing him completely against your chest. Your hands traveled his hair, as he was pounding inside of you. He pinched his lips, not knowing what sounds could still come out of his mouth. You were just a hot mess crying his name, cries that echo throughout his office.

-Huh… I’m cumming… Satoru… harder….

-Fuck… he groaned.

He accelerated his movements, but the chair preventing him from being completely free he got up, you in his arms the legs rolled up around him.

His cadence was animal, he was going to make you cum, and you couldn't take it anymore. He squeezed himself so hard that his cock was part of you. He was coming and going inside you, expanding you again and again, your walls were still adapting. Your pleasure juices were falling on the floor leaving drops gathering more and more on his immaculate marble. His thrusts were more brutal, you felt him coming and you only wanted one thing, his pleasure in you.

-Fuck! he shouted. He took almost all of himself out of you before forcing his hips back into you. I'm gonna fucking cum! In you… shit! ~~

-Ye-ess! inside me! yes! yes! fuck! harder! you screamed.

-You like that, huh! don't you? When I go deep inside you!

He pushed himself deep inside.

-Yes-yess! God, that's the best! Satoru! I love your cock! I love it! URGH! ~~

-ROHH! damn it! He shouted, his rhythm was unbearable.

You came with a loud scream almost falling backwards, but Gojo picked you up by your lower back. You let him do what he wanted with you, not having any energy left, he continued to piston up in your oversensitive pussy, all your nerves were on fire. How does he to still be standing, carrying you and hammering like that??

He was chasing his orgasm. His cock was getting deeper and deeper into you, with one last thrust he went deeper, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

-Fuck!! he roared. YEAH~~.... fuck!

He let himself in even after a few minutes making sure his cum stayed inside you, even when you went home.

After many minutes he slowly pulled out and slumped back in his chair, you still in his arms. His office was completely dark, as night had fallen. You were slowly catching your breath. You began to remove your pantyhose completely torn off under your partner's hands.

-I don't think it's going to do me much good anymore... you say softly.

He laughed.

-Sorry about that, but I was getting too excited.

-Mmmh... you put your panties back on and slowly buttoned up your dress. You took your bag and pointed to the documents on his desk. Don't forget to fill out the last few items.

He turned to you.

-It takes only a few seconds to do that," he laughed.

-What? You said surprised.

-Yes... I didn't really need all your advice, but an excuse for you to stay. He winked at you, like it worked.

You sighed and picked up your bag.

-Well, Gojo Satoru, it was… nice to meet you, you said as you tapped on the folds of your dress.

-Likewise, likewise… he said closing the buckle of his pants. Can't wait to see the next updates... he snickered.

-Good evening, you answered him turning your back and waving.

-Oh and Y/N ! You turned to him. You are welcome, he said putting his vest on.

You smiled and turned back.

You left his office closing behind you. Ah, his secretary had left. You blushed at the thought that she must have heard you.

You exhaled thinking about your pizza. It’s going to be for another day.

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Haikyuu Boys Walking In On You Dancing (smexy edition)

Lineup: Tsukishima Kei, Azumane Asahi, Kozume Kenma, Yamamoto Taketora and Oikawa Tōru.

Warning: cursing, one mention of alcohol, and suggestive smexy content

A/Note: So yes two in a day, I was extra motivated y’all don’t question it. It’s probably because it’s been so long. The songs are just what I like to listen to, m sorry.

Tsukishima Kei

♬♩♪♩ Sean Paul – She Doesn’t Mind ♩♪♩♬

Tsukishima was looking for his bluetooth headphones everywhere because he was positive he had left them on the couch, in the living room. However, they seemed to have grown legs and walked elsewhere, he joked to himself. “Y/N! Shorty! Have you seen my headphones?” he called loudly but no response. He walked through the house shouting your name but you were nowhere to be found. Tsukishima glanced at the clock on the wall; it read 4:30PM. He considered maybe you had been outside, possibly reading a book which you often did.

He was right; there you were blanket laid on the grass with the long-forgotten book and you standing up dancing with his headphones. You hadn’t seen him yet and he had considered stopping you but he just couldn’t. Kei stood at the door admiring the way your hips rolled and body moved. He wondered what you were listening to make you dance this way, so beautifully, so erotically. Tsukishima wasn’t much of a dancer but he’d love to be body to body with you right now. He had clearly gotten a bit too excited and the tent in his pants was proof. His cheeks burned red in embarrassment, you still dancing, unaware of his presence.

He quietly crept up behind you gently clasping his hands around your waist. You jumped a bit, immediately lowering the headphones. “I was looking for those you know,” he whispered lowly in your ear. “I- I’m sorry you can have them back now,” you apolgise trying to turn around. He held your body still, pressing his closer to yours. Then you felt it, the hardness pressed against your back, “But I want something else now. Hmmmm. Care to help me with it shortcake?” he asked his hands finding his way below your shirt, caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples. “K- Kei we’re outside. S-someone could see,” you tried reasoning.

“Really… Hmm you didn’t seem to mind a few seconds ago. So unless you want the neighbors to get a perfect view of your body being wrecked which I’m sure they wouldn’t mind get your ass on the bed upstairs right now,” he said biting your ear, eliciting a whimper from you. “I- y-yes sir,” you reply, pulling yourself from his grasp to go upstairs, he followed closely behind.

Azumane Asahi

♬♩♪♩ Bailando – Enrique Iglesias ♩♪♩♬

Asahi was busy at work in his office; with a tight deadline and 3 designs to perfect every waking hour was spent working. But he’s been staring at the blank page for the past 20 minutes with no breakthrough and it’s not because he couldn’t come up with anything, he just couldn’t concentrate. Why? Because right now you were just outside his door in the living room blasting music. It’s not like you meant to disturb him or had forgotten either, he just didn’t tell you.

He knows you’d insist on staying up to ungodly hours with him as he finished his designs so he told you he’d be in bed shortly, he just had some papers to sign. He hoped you would go to sleep but nope. Asahi wanted to leave you to your music he truly did, he knew you were happiest when you’re dancing and enjoying yourself but he wanted to enjoy it with you. The faster he finished the faster he could come and be with you, so he decided to tell you.

“Hey-,” the words died in his throat as his eyes landed on you. Asahi considered retreating to his office right now but he couldn’t move. You hadn’t heard him and he was kind of glad you didn’t. Your hips swayed to the beat, moving in just the right way, his eyes didn’t leave you. Your clothes hugged your body just right even if they were just sleepwear. Was that really what you wore to sleep he thought? If he had noticed all this sooner he was sure your nights would end a much different way. Asahi’s face flushed red; he cursed himself for thinking such inappropriate thoughts.

Your hands trailed up your body that was moving to the music as you finally turned to see him. “Oh! Hey, honey. I didn’t see you there,” you paused the music and walked up to him. “I- I wanted you to turn down the music. I- mean if that’s alright,” he said scratching his neck. “Yeah yeah. I’m sorry honey. Lemme do that and you can get back to your work,” you pulled his hand to your lips placing a kiss on them, and walking back to the speaker. “W-wait could you umm maybe help me with something. It's fine if you can’t,” he waved his hands in front of him. You look down to find a very turned-on Asahi and chuckled, “Mmmm Of course honey. Maybe next time you can join me dancing. I didn’t know you liked it so much.” Asahi hid his face in his hands as he followed you to the bedroom.

Kenma Kozume

♬♩♪♩ LUV – Tory Lanez ♩♪♩♬

Kenma was busy working a TikTok Livestream because his followers and subscribers have been bombarding his inbox with messages to get one. He was currently in the process of making sure everything was in order as people started popping in and saying hi. You were in the bedroom trying to strike up some inspiration but instead, you got so caught up in the music. Meanwhile, Kenma was telling them about his day but the chat was blowing up with questions so he had skipped over to answer them.

About an hour had passed and he was getting a bit hungry so he decided to headed over to the kitchen, phone in hand to get some apple pie from the fridge. Everyone started commenting typical Kodzuken, a couple people suggested that he ask you if you wanted any. His fan base was very familiar with your presence and often asked for ideas where he would interact with you. The community loved seeing the softer side of Kenma that came out when you were around. His phone was turned to face you so everyone could see you when he entered.

Not even five seconds after he opened the door he closed it. “Hey guys, ummm I need to go. I’ll come back later. Kodzuken out,” he quickly ended the stream and turned off his phone. “Hey, baby. Are you ok?” you peeked out from the door one side of your bluetooth earbuds still in. His face was tinted pink as he pushed you into the room, “I- Kitten … umm my fan base just saw… they … well how you were dancing and I-,” you stopped him pulling him to lay his head on your lap. “I’m sorry baby, but it’s nothing special. Was I bad?” You ask while stroking his hair but he sat straight up. “No! I mean no, you weren’t bad. It was just,” he played with his fingers, “It was just really seductive and it's that’s not really for my fan base to see. “

“Oh? Then who is it for then? Hmmm,” you asked in a teasing manner. He was embarrassed but still confidently answered, “For me ok. It’s for me now stop teasing me ok,” he pouted turning away from you. You giggled, “I’m sorry but maybe you want me to continue. For you alone that is?” He thought about it but then his stomach growled, “Ok I do but maybe eat some apple pie with me first?” You nodded and you both headed to the kitchen but don’t think he forgot about your suggestion.

Yamamoto Taketora

♬♩♪♩ Fast Wine – Machel Montano ♩♪♩♬

Today had gone by pretty slow, and you spent it watching movies and just spending time with Yamamoto. But now it was a bit later and you were feeling some creative juices flowing so you decided to put that to use you grabbed your stuff and set it up at the kitchen counter. He decided to up Kenma’s offer to play some games. About two hours had gone by and your shoulder was getting pretty sore. The playlist was pretty upbeat and just as you had gotten up a dance-worthy song had begun to play. You thought maybe it’d be a good warm-up.

You were swaying your body to the beat and getting in the rhythm. Your hips moved freely as you dragged your hand over your body and fit your dancing to the nature of the song. What you didn't know, is as soon as you started to dance Taketora was coming to get some snacks and check up on you. But his plans changed when he saw you dancing, he froze. If he went back now he’d definitely have to take a cold shower and he saw no difference if he stayed. So he decided to enjoy it for a bit. His cheeks were lightly dusted pink and the situation in his pants was only getting harder.

He felt weird just standing there, kind of like he was being a creep so he decided to quickly run to the kitchen and run back as the song came to a close. “H-hey baby. Just getting a snack and heading back,” he said hurriedly. “Oh ok. Did you enjoy the view?” you quirked your eyebrow smirking at him. “W-what? I didn’t see anything just you baby always se- I mean beautiful as ever,” he turned away from you and opened the fridge. You slowly walk up behind him, and start climbing your fingers up his arms, “Really nothing? I guess that’s too bad, I wanted to know what you thought. Guess I just have to assume it was terrible.”

“Wait! Baby your dancing is really amazing and sexy! How could you say it’s bad!” he shouted covering his face in realisation of what he just said. You burst out in a fit of laughter, it was so easy to get him to admit things, “Babe I’m sorry but I’m glad you like it. I didn’t know how much you saw I only caught you down to the end. But I’m glad you like it I but I do see that your little friend down there liked it much more.” You pointed down to his crotch which he covered while flushing bright red. “I’m sorry I- umm I’ll take care of it,” he apologised turning to leave. “How about we both have a shower and I can fix it for you hmm,” you held his hand and whispered in his ear. “Y-yes p-please. Thank you,” he looked down blushing as you led him to the bathroom.

Oikawa Tōru

♬♩♪♩ Hips Don’t Lie – Shakira ♩♪♩♬

Oikawa was gone for practice and you decided it’d be fun to catch up with your friends because it had been a while. You were on a video call and you guys had started talking about music and gotten into a bit of details about dancing. So now you and all your friends were showing their wining and grinding skills. This was a rather normal occurrence because in all honestly things always got wild between you guys. Put the three of you in a club and all eyes would be on you in no time. It was always a surprise how a couple shots could go such a long way.

You were going off to this song, all the seductive movements, hands dragging over the dips of your body and your hips moving at just the right tempo. Tōru had forgotten his water bottle and came back only to find you dancing. Turned on was an understatement but his time in Brazil gave him experience in more than one way and he was going to use that. This man was not shy but he did wait for the right moment to jump in. He came up behind you resting his hands on your waist, guiding your movement with his. “Hey cutie, moving that beautiful body of yours I see,” he whispered in your ear gently biting it. “You startled me,” you smiled still dancing as you put your arms back against his chest and dragged your body down his, slowly coming back up.

He started placing kisses on your neck, “Mmmm m sorry, fuck I’m not gonna make it to practice baby.” He twirled you away from his body only to bring you back and dip you. He smiled and pulled you up for a kiss. Suddenly, whistles and claps erupted, “Shit- I forgot I was talking to them.” He chuckled as they asked where they can find themselves an Oikawa Tōru. “Well ladies there’s only one and I don’t think Y/N-chan is sharing,” giving them a wink.

“Well, I don’t know you cause a lot more problems than fix them,” you joke as he clutched his chest. “How rude Y/N-chan! Maybe I’ll take your friends up on their offer then,” he crossed his arms and pouted childishly. “You’re not going anywhere, you’re all mine mister, and now what’s that about not going to practice. What did you have in mind?” you asked ending the call with your friends. He didn’t reply, just grabbed you by the waist and placed you on his lap, earning a small squeak from you.

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