#Premature Ejaculation Grade

[sttoru]

‘you finally got the results to your recent exams back — all which were passing grades. when breaking the happy news to your boyfriend, he comes up with a way to reward you for your hard work.’

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). fluff & smut. kinda porn with plot, kinda not. soft dom satoru; vanilla, praise, dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v -> unprotected, body worship kinda, spooning position, little bit of breast play, mention of premature ejaculation kinda, creampie, size difference, reader gets called ‘princess, baby, pretty, adorable’. reader wears a short skirt. not beta read because i’m tired.

“oh my god!” you almost drop your phone from the pure shock you just experienced. your hands shake as you look at the unexpected results reflected on the small screen.

satoru, who was minding his business in the kitchen, hurries into the bedroom the moment he hears your shriek. he was prepared to help you out with whatever had caused you to yell so loudly, though was surprisingly met with your beaming smile;

“oh, what got my princess so happy?” he asks with a grin of his own, stepping into the room. his gaze darts from the phone in your hand to your face and back again. satoru chuckles as you suddenly run up to hug him. he joyfully reincorporates the embrace; your happy mood being contagious.

you giggle and babble on about how you passed your two exams and how you ‘didn’t think you’d be able to attain such high grades’. your boyfriend hums and strokes your hair whilst you ramble, kissing the top of your head with a proud expression, “as expected of my smart little girl. i’m super proud of you.”

there goes the praise again — making your heart flutter in ways that no one else had done before. you sigh in content and bury your face into his chest. satoru pulls back after a moment, tenderly cupping your face so he could look into those pretty eyes of yours.

you’re his weakness. he knows you are — he’s always known you are, yet that adorable look on your face whenever you gaze up at him through your eyelashes never gets old.

that same look also makes him want to do unspeakable things to you; things that would have you crying from pure pleasure. you deserve to be shown what a true man would do for you out of love — what a true man like your lover would do to you for your own satisfaction and pleasure.

“i think my pretty girl deserves a reward for doing so well on her exams,” satoru whispers, slender fingers trailing from your jaw to your neck, brushing over your collar bone, “would you like that? a reward just f’you.”

you weren’t born yesterday. you knew exactly what he was indicating. you could tell by his loving yet lustful gaze, his fingers that sensually dragged along your skin and his tongue that darted out to subtly lick his lips. as if he was preparing to devour a five star meal.

which he was.

“f—ngh, satoru!”your legs were wrapped around his head, his mouth and tongue working their magic on your sopping cunt whilst his hands were holding you down by your hips. satoru hadn't wasted a single second after you agreed to his proposal. he instantly lifted your skirt up, pulled your panties down to your ankles and dived right between your legs.

your thighs were clamping down on his head—almost forcing him to continue pleasuring you. not that your lover minded; he'd gladly do this again and again if he could. satoru leaves sloppy kisses all over your pussy, drenching it in not only your own bodily fluids, but his own saliva as well.

“mm, a little needy, aren't ya?” he mutters whilst softly kissing up and down your slit. he was admiring both the sight and the noises — your back arching, hips stuttering and voice shaking with need. the older man certainly did enjoy the view of your cute little face contorting with pleasure each time the top of his tongue teased your clit, “yeah, c'mon - let me see your face while i eat you out.”

you hesitated, however eventually removed your hands that tried (and failed) to hide your flustered expression. satoru lets out an almost inaudible whine at the revelation; his cock begging to be freed from its confines. he wanted to fuck you into oblivion, but today was your day. he longed to satisfy your own desires first.

satoru was nasty with it too. the unmistakeable, erotic and wet noises of him slurping up your juices mingle with your moans and whines. the white locks of his hair brush against the insides of your thighs and right above your clit—tickling you in all the right ways and adding to the pleasure you were receiving.

“fuck,” the older man curses under his breath and the warmth against your pussy makes your lower body twitch. his big hands squeeze around your hips, silently warning you to stay still so he could properly enjoy you, “you're gonna make me cum before i can make you finish.”

his words were true. satoru could get off from simply watching and hearing his girl enjoy herself. he has no shame in admitting that fact; he can't help it when you’re this incredibly gorgeous. he grinds his crotch against the soft mattress whilst his mouth continues to eat you out in a painfully slow yet tender manner.

“t-toru, g'nna cum.” you whimper and try to grind your cunt against his tongue in search for that last push that would send you over the edge. your high-pitched voice sounding so extremely whiny sealed the deal for your boyfriend. he pulls his head away from your tingling cunt - which is a second away from reaching its orgasm - and sits up on his knees.

satoru smirks once he hears your mumbled complaints. one large hand settles on top of your head and gives your scalp a few relaxing rubs whilst the other hastily undoes the zipper of his pants. he tilts his head to the right, glancing down at your squirming form with a lopsided grin, “d’ya want another treat, princess?”

of course, you nod. you were aching for that release that'd been building up in your lower stomach— needing to reach that long awaited climax. your eyes follow satoru's movements as he pulls his pants down. again, as painfully slow as possible.

“just a nod? tha’s all i get?” your partner pouts, nonchalantly revealing his lengthy cock for you to feast your eyes upon. he sighs dramatically before trailing two slender fingers down to your cunt, gathering your slick and using it to coat his tip. the pre-cum mixes with your own fluids and the erotic sight makes your mouth water, “i know for sure that my smart little girl can use her big words to get what she wants — let me hear ‘em.”

whilst you gather your thoughts and words, satoru lays down behind you, helping your body onto its right side. you’re facing the wall and thus couldn’t see that cocky expression he had on. his arms pull your back flush against his chest, positioning your hips the right way and lifting one of your legs up properly.

“p-please, i need to have you inside me. can’t wait any longer, ‘toru.” you manage to beg in the end. the warmth radiating from your lover’s body from behind you only increases your sinful craving. he teases you by kissing your nape whilst his hands get rid of your top—fingers then immediately fondling your tits.

his husky voice whispers a 'good girl' in your ear and that’s all you got as an answer before you felt his cockhead prod at your entrance. satoru hisses at just the slightest of contact—not sure if he could last long this time. he feels like he will explode the moment his tip glides inside your gaping hole.

“so beautiful, can’t believe how lucky i got.” the white-haired man grunts as his lips refuse to leave your skin. from your neck to your shoulders and upper arms — he didn't leave a single inch uncovered. it was almost tortureous: the way he grinded his tip against your pussy as he touches the rest of your body with his hands and mouth.

you whine and rub your hips back in the same rhythm. you were indirectly begging him to put it in already and satoru took notice of it. since you had begged once before, he won't coax you into doing it again.

with a light moan, he slides his throbbing cock all the way up the tight space. the squeal you let out at the sensation of being stretched out to your maximum capacity, made satoru murmur a few more words of praise in your ear.

“you're doing so good - taking me so well,” his voice was smooth like honey, the same goes for his soft thrusts. the way your pussy grips onto his cock makes him see stars. your boyfriend never gets tired of making love to you because the hypnotising feeling of being inside you doesn't ever get old. it feels like the first time he had stuffed you full of his cock over and over again.

you were feeling light-headed by now; your eyes rolling back as your mouth formed an 'o'-shape—the cockdrunk look satoru loves to see on you. the squelshy 'flop flop flop' noises echo throughout the entire room with every deep thrust of his hips against the plump flesh of your ass.

satoru's long fingers go from playing with your nipples to groping your hips and ass. his eyes gaze downwards, watching as the fat of your bottom ripples after his pace quickens. you were trying your best to keep up, but the overstimulation of all your senses made it hard to match your movements to his.

“aht aht. you've worked hard enough on your exams already, princess. just lay back and allow me to do everything.” satoru (jokingly) scolds you. this was your reward and he didn't want you putting in any effort if your body couldn’t handle it. he wants you to relax like you deserve after a stressful period of exams and assignments. he’ll happily do all the work instead.

“oh, mmh! too good — fuck!” you mewl. your fingers curl around the bedsheets that moved back and forth with your bodies. a bigger hand settles on top of yours — intertwining your fingers and holding onto them tightly. you could feel satoru smiling against the skin of your shoulder as he kisses it, absolutely enjoying your little reactions to his thrusts.

“yeah? am i doing well?” he asks in a teasing tone. he didn’t have to ask that question; he knows he’s doing well judging purely by your bodily reactions. your back arches and your limbs shake uncontrollably, “am i pleasing my baby well enough?”

you can only moan out a couple ‘yes’’s, but that is enough of a confirmation. the older man is on cloud nine as he drags his thick cock in and out of your desperate cunt. every time he pulls out he can feel your pussy try to swallow him back in — it drove him nuts.

“i love how you look whilst i stuff you full of my cock. so innocent, yet so.. lewd at the same time.” satoru comments through another groan, the hand on your hip holding your body still so he could fuck his dick deeper into you. the tip of his cock nearly reaches your cervix due to the angles he uses to move inside you.

your long-awaited and much deserved orgasm was right around the corner. your moans increase in frequency and volume which was enough of a sign for satoru to increase the pleasure. his fingers trail down your hips and to the center between your open legs—thumb putting pressure on your clit.

the extra stimulation has got you biting into the pillow beneath your head, your lower body writhing around as your lover rubs the small bundle of nerves in circles and from side to side. his hand moves fast—its mission being to help you reach that intense orgasm you were chasing after.

satoru is feeling it himself as well. his cock aches and twitches as it gets ready to drain its balls inside your pussy, “cum with me baby—fuck—cum on my cock whilst i dump my load all the way into your tight little cunt.”

that was all the encouragement you needed. your eyes roll back and your body convulses as the waves of pleasure come crashing down all at once. you could feel satoru’s hips desperately push against your ass, filling you completely with both his dick and hot spurts of cum. you could feel the warm essence leavings its evidence in your womb.

the bedsheets underneath your two bodies was drenched in your slick after you calmed down a bit. your boyfriend continues to place comforting kisses all over your naked body, trying to show his appreciation for you in all the ways he could.

“you did so well. you deserved this, princess.” satoru utters softly, the hair clinging onto his forehead. he gently pulls his soft cock out after a minute of making sure that every drop of his cum stayed inside of your cunt. he loves the feeling of fulfilment that it gives him — loves the fact that he filled his girl to the brim.

you smile weakly. you were fucked out: completely and utterly. it felt good and you were satisfied with your reward. it even gave you enough motivation to do well on future exams, “thanks, ‘toru. ‘m feeling sleepy though.”

satoru snickers. you were always so adorable and vulnerable around him after the two of you partake in such activities. he loves it and it makes him want to take care of you.

“you deserve plenty of rest, so go ahead.” your lover smiles gently, kissing the top of your head after you close your eyes. one of his hands hold yours whilst the other rubs your side soothingly, “i won't leave. i'll stay right here with you whilst you sleep. i promise."

satoru knew you needed to hear those words in your vulnerable state. and surely enough, you smile once more and nod. your body falls asleep the moment his strong arms pull you into a loving hug.

his lips attach to your ear in the form a chaste peck. his smooth voice was the last thing you heard as you faded into an unconscious state;

“i love you so much.”

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[yappingwitch]

Say It Ain't So

pairing - Virgin!James Potter x fem!reader

summary - James busts a fat one. Porn with glimpses of plot. Maybe.

warnings - 18+ mdni, smut, awkwardness, James is a desperate virgin in this one, hence the weezer title, premature ejaculation, handjob (m receiving), one sided enemies to ???, slight m sub/f dom dynamics if you squint, legs

wordcount - 1.6k

disclaimer - english is my second language. Don't hesitate to correct me!

You hated James Potter.

Your dislike well-known among your friends, none of them dared to ever mention him anymore, fearing another long-winded rant from you. Remembering when the lot of you would stay up after curfew, sharing gossip and talking about your crushes. All of them gasped when you casually shared your feelings about the headboy after they spent what felt like hours gushing about him. Proceeding to list of every single thing wrong with the guy, making your friends regret ever bringing him up.

Did he have beautiful curly hair you just wanted to run your fingers through? Brilliant hazel eyes in which mischief was ever-present? Pretty plump lips, his slightly crooked, overly confident smirk always on them? Well, yes, you could admit that much. But as soon as he opened his mouth, you couldn’t care less about how pretty it was. He'd always disrupt the lessons, the golden boy having no filter or capability to raise his hand, always yelling the answers out or talking loudly with his posse during dinner, unable to control his volume and barely having to face any consquences for his obnoxious nature.

So when Slughorn, who aside from his quirky nature, you quite liked, decided to pair you both together for the last project of the year, you were fuming. At least internally. Your prideful nature and pureblood customs instilled in you by your parents forced you to keep a blank face, only briefly smiling at the teacher when he uttered your name after James', swallowing your rage.

Shortly after class ended, as you were packing your things after quickly finishing your notes, you suddenly heard one of the old wooden chairs in front of you creak. Looking up at the noise, you saw a certain Gryffindor already staring back, a stupid smirk on his face like always, the air of confidence around him ever-present.

“So…,” James started absent-mindedly going through your notes, but you quickly interrupted whatever he was about to say.

“I’ll take care of the project by myself. Can’t have you messing up my grades,” you simply stated, ripping your notes from his hands, frowning at the way he had smudged the last of your sentence. Ignoring your frown, he loudly exclaimed, “Hey! My grades are stellar.” He tapped his finger against his chest, where his perfect badge was. “They don’t give them away for nothing, you know?”

“I also don’t like you,” you said after a moment of silence, standing up and slinging your bag over your shoulder, quickly walking out.

But he wouldn't let up, following you all the way to the Great Hall, pestering you until you finally snapped right by the Slytherin table.

“Saturday, library, after lunch. No word from you until then,” you almost yelled, your face twisting in anger. Noticing the other Slytherins' snickers, you quickly composed yourself, swallowing your anger. He, oblivious as always, smiled widely, ignoring your state and simply basking in the glory of having won this little duel of words.

Saturday approached faster than you would’ve liked, dreading the obnoxious boy's presence already. But you approached the surprisingly empty library anyway, not one to go back on your word. You frowned slightly, looking around, realizing even the librarian must have taken the day off. Sighing, you called out to James; he was already there, notes and textbooks scattered about. He quickly jumped up from his chair, beaming like always, until his gaze drifted down, his usual aura of self-assurance dwindling a little.

“What are you wearing?” he asked, mouth hanging slightly agape.

You looked down; you were wearing a simple skirt and long-sleeved top, not too different from what you usually wore in your free time. Confused, you lifted your head again, his gaze quickly following, being previously trained on your bare legs. Realizing he had been caught, a blush appeared on his cheeks as he plopped unceremoniously down, coughing awkwardly and focusing on the books laying before him.

“Weirdo,” you stated, disinterest evident, just wanting this project to be over with. But what you saw once you reached the table he was sitting at piqued your interest suddenly. Looking down, a prominent bulge had formed in the front of his pants, straining against the material. A book was quickly tossed over it, but it was too late.

“You’re such a skeeze. Who gets hard from looking at a girl's legs?” you asked, amused, not really expecting an answer, just continuing to stare him down, enjoying watching the high-and-mighty golden boy begin to tremble under your intense gaze.

“..they are your legs,” he mumbled, blush only deepening as his eyes stayed glued to the table.

This made you laugh out loud, gasping for air.

“Are you a virgin or something? Bloody hell,” you huffed out between laughs, a single tear escaping your eye at the comical twist your day had taken.

James didn't reply, groaning in embarrassment and continuing to hold the book tightly over his lap.

“Cat got your tongue?” you said, still smirking but finally having calmed down. “I didn’t even know you were capable of zipping it.”

This seemed to push him over the edge; he picked up his bag and shoved everything in with lightning speed, until suddenly he froze, hearing your next sentence.

“I can help you out if you want,” you said, a mischievous smile adorning your pretty face, putting his own to shame.

All he got out was a quick “huh,” as you pounced, wordlessly pushing him back down onto the chair. He looked up through his glasses, his eyes wide, the cute blush still evident on his face. Fuck.

“You are so pretty,” you whispered aloud before pressing your mouth against his. Short and sweet. It was almost romantic, the way he gently started to move his mouth and the lovestruck look on his face once you pulled away.

He eagerly leaned forward again, knocking his nose against yours before trying again, this time slower, aiming properly while the book he had previously clenched in his lap dropped to the floor with a thud. He opted to instead take hold of your hips, almost moaning at the feeling of the warmth of your skin touching his, slightly poking out from the bottom of your shirt. You, in turn, moved your hand that gripped the curls at the back of his neck slowly down his chest, delicate fingers grasping at the painful bulge in his pants. This made James quickly pull away, a loud moan leaving his now reddened lips as he grasped your wrist, stopping your movement.

“I-” he gasped out. “I-I’m waiting for the right person.”

He regretted talking the second the words left his mouth, seeing you roll your eyes at him, laughing a little at the bizarre turn of events, moving to remove your hand nonetheless.

He quickly went to grasp at your wrist again, pulling it toward his crotch once more, his body moving on its own.

“You need to make up your mind, pretty boy,” you said softly, looking at him amused.

“You know…,” you started after he continued to be silent, he in turn looked up at you through his lashes, blushing, his glasses a little crooked and a dorky smile on his lips, hearing your voice again. “Maybe I’m not the right person… but… I could be your right hand,” you finished, slightly averting your eyes, cringing at your words.

He didn't notice, though, too lost in need for release; he eagerly nodded his head. You laughed a little, removing his grip on your arm and moving to open the Gryffindor's trousers, just enough for you to pull his now hard member out, precum already coating his tip, while pressing another sweet kiss to his lips. Disconnecting from him once more, you lifted your right hand, holding it up to James' face expectantly.

“Spit,” you commanded, and the boy obliged without a second thought.

One long, loud moan left his mouth as your hand slowly moved against his cock, brushing your thumb over the head, gently mixing the precum with his spit, spreading it all over his length. You moved to press kisses to his bobbing throat, his head thrown back in pleasure, as you started to move your hand up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking a small purple spot onto his neck, his gasps and groans only getting louder.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” James repeated over and over like a prayer, lost in pleasure. You lifted your head, stopping your assault on his neck, to look at his scrunched-up face, eyes tightly shut, mouth hanging open. You couldn't help but stare, the glaring noon sun shining in through the stained glass and making his skin almost appear to glow, colors of the rainbow dancing around his face, sweat bullets forming on his forehead like little diamonds. Fuck. He really was—

“Pretty,” you mumbled, pushing James over the edge-a string of curses leaving him as he came undone over your hand, specks of it staining your skirt all the way to your pretty legs, the reason all of this started in the first place.

He continued to gasp, trying to catch his breath and gasping out apologies for the mess. You silently tugged him back into his pants, amused at the wet spot adorning his own lower half.

You wiped your hand on his pants before zipping him up. Wordlessly, you pressed a kiss to his cheek, swiftly turning around, ready to go take a shower after the ordeal.

“Wait,” you paused in your steps, glancing back at James. ���D-do… you… want… to,” he started, before pausing again, finally catching his breath. “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade… with me?”

You glanced ahead, continuing on your path without replying to the desperate boy, only flashing him a quick smirk.

Maybe you didn't hate him after all.

[namazunomegami]

Mélange

Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x gn!reader

Synopsis: Sometimes humans are not above animals. Sometimes they burn to fulfill the same basic needs and not strive for more in the moment. A full belly, safety, procreation. What happens when all three of them need to be satisfied? Tinged with spice. Under the influence of an unknown substance.

CW: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight somnophilia, feral and animalistic Yuta, he has cannibalistic thoughts, licking, lovebites, scratching, biting, slight pain, handjob, premature ejaculation, fingering, Reader can feel Yuta’s ring during fingering, slight dacryphilia if you squint, implied multiple rounds, porn with feelings, good old unprotected sex + creampie, both Reader and Yuta are ultra possessive in their own toxic way <33

WC: 3.6k

Credits: my dearest @notveryrussian for proofreading this mess and doing a bit of rework on the tenses <33 the cannibalcore pics are from pinterest

Song rec: needles and pins by deftones and gibson girl by ethel cain both give a nice vibe to the fic as we slowly transition from Yuta's POV to Reader's POV

A/N: Can't believe I'm posting my first one shot here 🥹 After so many unsuccessful attempts to wrap up multichaptered fics, at least, this one messy smut got finished. My first ever finished fic 🥹 And the first to get completed in a relatively short time. Yes, a week is a short time for me. And happy holidays to y’all, this is gonna be the last fic in this year so expect only shitposts from me from now on lmao.

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

Minors do not interact or else I'm gonna go apeshit, also a seperate warning for heavy dark content as usual. If there's anything mentioned in the tags that you're not comfortable with, this is not your fic.

Many sorcerers envy the title of special grade. Yuta thinks these people deserve a separate Naraka in Hell. They don’t realize the immense responsibility, they can’t fathom the challenges, the danger of the missions. The threat those curses pose. They only care about the power he carries.

During today’s mission, Yuta realized he’s not entirely an unstoppable force. Even someone like him is weak to certain fighting styles, he can’t counter everything with his wide range of copied techniques. This curse’s grade was well deserved. Whenever the katana slashed deep into it’s skin, a strange kind of gas was emitted from the wounds. Though he eventually exorcised the curse, he did breathe in the weird, sweet-smelling substance. The scent was hard to resist, it felt like the perfect mixture of all his favorite smells, inviting and comforting. However, he trusted his body to withstand the temptation, reinforced to near perfection with cursed energy and the usage of reversed cursed technique.

There was no problem until he finished reporting back to the higher ups and was on the way home. Maybe it was just the fatigue, the late summer heat, the humidity of the night but something made him feel weird. Almost sick. A thin veil of sweat glistened on his skin, his cheeks, ears and upper body were flushed. His chest was heaving, a burning, aching sensation tormented him between his legs, throbbing with a synced rhythm to his heartbeat. All his thoughts narrowed down to one single, inherently primal thing. A need. A hunger.

Shame and confusion swelled inside his chest. How can he lose his composure? How can he want it so badly? If he wasn’t so wired for monogamy, he would have fucked anyone who moved. And with every passing minute the feeling was getting worse. Descending slowly to the brink of madness. Hell, he was close to wheezing and growling like a rabid dog. He already had no patience to find the right key to the door. He could break that shit, he definitely could. He had no idea why, but he could stop himself from doing that. Maybe the insane price to get it fixed.

But the comfort of his home isn’t helping him. He can’t calm down, he can’t unwind. On the contrary, everything intensifies the strange urge in him to act territorial. But it’s only natural when he grew up feeling like he didn’t have anything he could call his own, whether it’s a material possession or a person. Every comprehensible thought vanished from his head. Leaving only the instincts. The need to claim. He immediately goes to the bedroom, not even bothering to have a quick shower or a light meal.

He gazes at your sleeping form, unknowing and peaceful. Innocent and vulnerable like a newborn lamb and he’s… he wouldn’t compare himself to a wolf, he’s a more vicious predator than that, all starved and keen on capturing its prey. Your limbs are thrown in every direction on the mattress, a thin, silk blanket barely concealing your body, but you’re hugging a some of it to your chest. Like you’re missing him, finding solace in the way the material is touching you. The windows are wide open, hoping that the night air can cool you down.

Yuta caught himself almost drooling at the sight. He can’t stop himself, he can’t fight the shameless thoughts plaguing him. The need, the want is stronger than what he deems right in the moment. His steps are quiet, that part of the floor that normally creaks is now completely silent. He looms over you, like a sinful, ungodly spirit, your very own kanashibari that’s bound to you. His weight is pressing down on the mattress ever so slightly, caging your form between his arms. He breathes in the smell of your freshly showered skin. A mixture of heady vanilla, milk and honey. He mindlessly licks a stripe up your thigh, wanting to taste you, to bite you, to tear out a big chunk of your flesh with his teeth to satisfy this torturous hunger he feels for you. More than anything he wants to devour you. Completely. Have you all for himself. The thought alone makes his dick so hard it’s outright painful.

He ascends towards your hips, leaving soft yet wet kisses that make you twitch in your sleep. Yuta swears that he’s more sensitive to all stimuli, his senses are working at their maximum capacity. He’s able to feel every morsel, every particle of you. The soft peach fuzz, the bumps, the ridges of your stretch marks, their pearl-like glistening texture flowing on the surface of your skin like a river. The material of your shorts, loose and thin, he can feel the seams on the band of your underwear through the fabric. Where the bones bend, where flesh folds. Your smell. Not just from the shower gel and the laundry detergent but your natural scent, so strong he believes it’s some kind of weird pheromone that’s driving him wild. To the point he almost considers nudging his nose between your legs, just like dogs do when they smell blood there.

Maybe it’s not entirely wrong to claim you this way. He can spare you from this more primal side of him, you won’t get to see it and despise him for it. It’s enough if he deals with the shame alone, self-deprecation is his ultimate talent afterall. But that can wait until after he finished soothing this excruciating itch. Because now the last remnant of his resolve goes out the window.

He pulls up your shirt all the way up to your chest. His shirt to be exact. It makes his heart flutter, a piece of him enveloping you, makes the boundaries between your sense of selves blend and blur. The thought of you using his stuff as your own feels so right, so promising.

He practically glues his face to the expanse of your stomach. The flesh is so soft between his teeth, feels so good to bite on it, so easy to suck on it until the skin turns a deep purple.

And maybe… maybe he can lower his crotch onto your knees. Just a little. Just for a little friction…

You stir, opening your eyes slowly, tiredness and confusion are still heavy on your expression. And then you feel teeth nipping at your stomach, fingers digging into the dips of your hips firmly, some wetness here and there along your leg.

Your first response is fear.

You start to squirm and fuss, kicking your legs up in the air, not even thinking about who’s doing this to you until Yuta grips your shoulders and pushes you back into the sheets, keeping you still by the weight of his own body, shushing you. You can feel his nails penetrating the skin, branding the crescent Moon itself into your flesh.

“It’s me, don’t panic.”

You’d recognize this voice anywhere, but you blinked a few times just to clear your vision. The striking white of his coat is easy to spot, even in the dimly lit darkness of the room.

“Yuta…?”

Your voice is an ode, a blessing. Even when it’s hoarse and faint after waking up. He bends down and kisses your temple, nuzzling into your hairline, breathing in your scent. His body feels oddly warm, almost overly so, radiating through you. Through your spine, to the very center of your being and that’s when you notice that you’re a little bit… hot and bothered. What has he done to you while you were asleep?

“I’m so sorry…” he whispers an apology. But his voice is just… it’s like his mind is not entirely here. Something is hurting him and he’s trying to conceal it. Barely. You can hear his voice is hitched from the deep breath he takes, in a futile affort to calm himself. “Have you been sleeping for long?”

He asks you for the sake of it, there’s no genuine interest behind it. Even if you were sleeping for hours, it wouldn’t stop him. He couldn’t stop. He genuinely feels like he’ll die if he can’t get it out of his system. He snuggles his face into the crook of your neck, listening to the rhythm of life coursing through your veins. The thought of puncturing your jugular with his teeth is so irresistible. He must do it… It’ll drive him insane if he won’t.

“N-not really.” your answer is weak, all your strength is used to move your arm freely, trying to locate your phone on the bedside table. The light coming from the screen almost blinds you as you’re checking the time. “I went to bed about… half an hour ago.”

He dips his fingers right into the hollow dips between your ribs, he kneads the skin in a way that has his nails slightly scratching you. And then you realize that you’re almost entirely topless.

He traps your earlobe with his teeth, sucking on the soft tissue.

“Y-Yuta…” your voice is more reprimanding that you want it to be. But your patience is starting to run thin. You want to know what the fuck is wrong with him, he never did anything like this before. Even if he’s horny as hell he would ask for your permission because that’s the way he is.

Instead of giving you an answer he bites your neck. Hard. It hurts, it makes you yelp. Shit, that’s gonna leave a mark. And he growls, just like a wild animal.

You squirm, you jolt, trying to get away from the source of your pain with a prolonged hiss. Only one hand of his is enough to stop you from fussing while the other fondles your chest. Your nipple is caught between his fingers, he twists it slightly. You can’t see it getting red, hard and swollen. His moves are awkward and tactless, but somehow they help with soothing the sharp pain in your neck. Your tensed body eases up a little.

He kicks the inner side of your knee with his own, creating a little space in between them, then forces your legs apart with one smooth movement. As he tries to settle right under your core, you feel him brushing the apex of your thigh.

He’s so painfully hard.

You’re sure he can read the instinctual reactions of your body. The rush of adrenaline, your pulse, how your heart is almost breaking your ribs with every beat. You’re getting more and more aware of your surroundings because you have no idea what will happen to you. He pins your wrists down on the bed. He doesn’t want you to escape.

What has gotten into him? Where’s your shy and gentle man, your sweet little angel? The one who needs so much guidance, who gets so awkward about his lack of experience compared to you. The one you need to encourage to talk about what he likes since you won’t judge him for it. Well, angels shouldn’t be benevolent and sweet, right? They’re the soldiers of god after all. And the depth of his psyche is still very much a mystery to you…

“I don’t want to hurt you… I just need you.”

He has no control over his own thoughts, everything on his mind gets blabbered out. Not just that he needs you, but that he wants to fuck you (he rarely uses that word so you’re even more baffled), that he wants to eat you up, bite for bite, digest you so nobody else can have you.

It sounds devoted yet utterly terrifying.

“You’re-“

He’s scary. Well, you knew this prior to crawling into his life. What people thought about him, one rumor more unhinged than the other and you have no idea how much truth there was to them. Everyone has some sort of admiration, respect for him or repulsion of him. You just tend to forget sometimes, how malicious his cursed energy feels, how his eyes never reflect the light, looking outright dead. But it’s all so contradictory to his personality… you know that you’re dear to him, he’s willing to risk everything for his friends, he’s so starved for connection, to carve himself a place within people’s hearts. You blamed the whole phenomenon on Rika. And you took pride in yourself, for taming a monster.

“I feel so…” he suspires, trying his best to contain himself. “… weird.”

And he’s a kind monster indeed, even now, controlling his impulses as he humps your thigh like a feral dog.

“I don’t know if I’m able to hold back, so I need to know….”

His voice is desperate, almost a plea. He’s afraid of himself too. With the last bit of his sanity, he wants to make sure that it’s alright for you, whatever he has in store for you.

You don’t protest.

His lips crash into yours in a violent, hungry kiss. Your teeth clang together, he shoves his entire tongue in your mouth. He grabs the hem of your shorts, peeling off anything that covers you below the waist. You hear the fabric tear. It’s the same with his own clothes too, in a few blinks of your eyes he’s already stark naked.

He takes your hand, pulls it towards him, you can feel him in your palm. So hot, hard and swollen to the touch. He closes your fingers around him and his hips start moving back and forth, fucking himself into your grip. You smear the precum along his length with your fingertips, squeezing lightly when you feel the base. It has him moaning, breathily, more vocal than he usually is. He’s so sensitive, his pace quickens and his voice is thinner, almost like a whimper.

And he groans. Unexpectedly. It bursts deep from his throat. You feel his cum pooling in your palm. Though you may be surprised, you don’t make a big deal about it. You search for tissues on the bedside table to clean your hand like nothing happened.

“Feelin’ okay?”

Your voice is calming, tender, it warms his heart but the mere sight of his cum on your hand makes the blood rush to his dick again.

You sit up to caress his face. You open your mouth to question him, but he won’t let you start your aftercare routine.

“It’s… not enough.”

He grabs your thigh, hooking your leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to your naked core. Your back falls onto the mattress again.

“I’ll take care of you.”

It’s a promise, you’re sure of it.

His fingertips sink into your folds, relief ripples through him when he finds them already wet. He goes all out on you, his thumb circles your clit and two fingers dip in at your entrance, waiting to loosen you up so they can be pushed inside. His nails gently caress your inner thigh, it’s a tickling sensation, goosebumps dot your skin, a sigh dies on your lips. Treating it as a sign, his fingers start stretching your walls. They curl and curl inside you to the point of the cold band of his ring touching your folds, your essence soiling the stainless metal. The symbol of the haunting spirit of his first love. Childish love that it is, unserious, all just a game. The promises… the word forever holds no weight. Or maybe it does but they have no idea how hard it is to maintain those vows.

Can you ever compare to Rika in his eyes? Have the same effect over him? You don’t dare to talk about it just yet. No, the nature of your relationship is not the same. Childhood love is not like adult love, you just want some reassurance. You want to feel important.

And your reassurance is soaking that wretched finger with your juices. Make that wretched ring yours. He spreads his fingers inside you, scissoring you apart, eagerly working to prepare you. You’re holding onto the sheets and the pillows desperately, your body feels so volatile you might as well float away.

When he pulls out you feel hollow, incomplete. But he won’t keep you waiting long. The head of his cock feels like salvation. Scorching hot and wet with the mixed arousal. And he completes you with one smooth thrust. You’re whole, fulfilled, a merged existence worth suffering over. He’s throbbing deep within your walls, pulsating through your nerves. You can’t tell if the noise coming out of him is a moan, a whine, or a growl, you only know that it’s bordering on bestial. Filled with need, an ache, coupled with something beyond your comprehension.

He drills into you, there’s so much strength and resilience in him, it almost makes you scared. But something else also swells inside your chest. An unknown kind of excitement, a thrill, it makes you feverish, wired. The dissonance between his absolutely feral state and the fact that he’d never hurt you. Or maybe he would, in a way that you’d like it. Nobody could bite through your throat with such force that your windpipe breaks, only him, him and no one else.

He holds you at the back of your pelvic bone, lifts you up in an utterly perfect angle. You mewl him that it feels so good, so perfect, so raw. You love this feeling so much. You get completely lost and immersed in it.

“…it?”

His voice is faint yet his broken self-worth shines through it. Poor soul… You didn’t pay attention to his most important desire. He’s a parasite living off of your kind words, but nothing can make him as blissful as knowing you love him, despite everything he despises about himself. And you’ll feed him. Prove it to him that he matters more than the things he does to you.

“Oh Yuta, my sweet…” the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you open your arms and he crashes into your embrace like a lost, lonely puppy. You hug him tightly, brushing through his locks with a free hand. The sweat makes the strands stick together. “Of course I love you, don’t be silly.”

He might as well have been a puppy in his previous life. And now your words eased his guilt about his temporary condition. He gained your forgiveness.

What he does next is much more instinctual. He folds you in half, where your knees bend, is pressed right against his traps, your heels graze the middle of his back. Now his thrusts have weight, uncovering spots that even you had no idea that existed inside of you. Tears of joy prickle in your eyes, calling upon whatever deity’s name you can think of, off the top of your head. You can swear his pace increases at the sight. It’s so intense a broken cry erupts from your throat.

He thrusts right into a sweet spot, which has you melting and trembling. Please is the only word your lips can form. At this point, you couldn’t care less about the lewd sounds of your skin slapping together or the squelching noises that make the whole act sloppy, shameless and primal, you only want to reach  your peak, and you’re not far from it as you’re clenching around him with a rhythm that you have no control over.

It crashes, it ruptures, sudden, sharp and hot like an electric spark. A scream empties your lungs, but Yuta muffles it with sealing his mouth onto yours. You feel yourself getting filled as you’re convulsing around his length.

After he fucks you through your orgasm you feel yourself shaking, your whole body is limp, numb, drifting slowly to sleep. You’re both soaked in sweat, your bodies stick together but there’s a need to bond further in each other’s embrace. You plant a kiss between his locks, praising him, telling him you love him. Satisfaction clouds your mind, like a soft, pillowy pink mist.

However, his cock is still not soft.

“I have no idea what has gotten into you.” you tell him, marveling, as you’re still catching on your breath. “I like it though, but you owe me an explanation.”

He handles you gently, like you’re some precious thing, made from glass, fragile. Your body is like a ragdoll’s, he has you lying on your stomach, lazily, flatly, you might as well fuse together with the mattress. Calloused fingers are drawing nonfigurative shapes on your shoulder blades.

“I’ll tell you right after we finish.”

Your blood runs cold for a moment.

“Again? Yuta, for the love of god I’m exhausted.” you whine.

He apologetically kisses your spine.

“Just this one, okay? Please? I’ll do all the work, I’ll make it quick. You only need to relax, you can sleep even.”

You want to tell him that sounds a little bit creepy, but you don’t have the strength to talk. He kisses the two shallow dimples right above your tailbone. His gaze lingers on your folds, admiring how red and swollen you are.

“If you manage to make me cum again, you deserve a fucking award.” you comment, face nuzzled into the pillow, your voice is obviously snarky.

You can feel teeth sinking into the flesh of your asscheek. The mark that is burning on your neck found it’s pair. He presses down your overly sensitive clit with his thumb, balancing the pain out with pleasure. But it gets overstimulated so easily, you feel the need to bite the pillow.

You brace yourself with a deep breath through your nose. You’re going to pay him back next time, you promise yourself that you’ll make a begging, crying mess out of him, and the thought makes you chuckle.

[actuallysaiyan]

The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity) Chapter Two: A Little More Touch Me

Chapter Two: A Little More Touch Me

warnings: making out, mentions of death, trauma, heavy petting, premature ejaculation pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: you meet up with Kento once more and invite him to your dorm on the night that holiday break starts. after an intense game of Two Truths And A Lie, things get a little handsy. you eventually have to comfort him after he gets a little too excited. a/n: Chapter title is in reference to the song "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" by Fall Out Boy.

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For a few weeks after the kiss, Nanami was avoiding you a little. He would say hi to you if you were to outright greet him, but he never really approached you. So you decided to give him a little room. You worried a little that maybe you had been too forward with him during that first hangout.

Your classes were going well. Slowly, you found yourself competing with Kento for the top spot in terms of grades. Your projects went well, and you even began to make friends. Things were going really smoothly. In a few more weeks, it was time for the first holiday leave of the semester. You were excited to go home.

Everything seemed to be going so well. You were thrilled at the prospect of having some time off to focus on spending time with your parents. Then the inevitable happened. They called to tell you they’d be staying somewhere else for the holiday.

So you were going to be stuck in your dorm for the holiday. You’d be alone. With your plans crushed, you decided to make the best of it. You’d be spending the majority of your time in the dorm, then maybe you’d try to go out and do a little shopping at some point. You wanted to make yourself feel a little better, even though you knew things would be bleak.

Everyone is getting ready to leave for the holiday, and you notice that only a handful of students are staying. One of them happens to be Nanami Kento. Your heart soars at the thought of spending even just a little time with him. Ever since that night, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind.

You approach him, a shy look on your face. Kento looks away, blushing a little. Then, when you’re face-to-face, he offers you a bashful smile.

“Staying here for the holiday?” you ask.

He nods, “Yeah. You?”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but my folks are headed out on vacation. So I can’t go home.”

Nanami finds himself feeling sad for you. He knows what it’s like to not have a place to go for the holidays. He hasn’t talked to his parents in a long time. Ever since he attended Jujutsu Tech, he had managed to keep them at a safe distance. They had understood, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss them, and they didn’t miss him. Nanami just couldn’t find the courage to contact them after years of not talking to them.

“M-maybe we can keep each other company.”

Your heart skips a beat at his suggestion. You flash him the sweetest smile, nodding your head.

“I’d love that.”

Nanami scratches the back of his head nervously, “You busy right now?”

You shake your head, “Nope. Wanna come by my dorm? We can watch anime, get some take-out.”

Nanami smiles and he offers you his hand. For the first time in weeks, he was showing you that he still wanted to be around you. And you were enjoying every moment of being with him.

Once inside your dorm room, you and Kento decide to watch some anime together. Then you take the time to order a pizza, memorizing the toppings he enjoys. It’s like you two have been friends for ages instead of just a few weeks.

When the pizza gets there, you and Kento sit at the table. The topics of conversation seem to flow very easily between the two of you. But neither of you talk about the kissing. It’s something that seems to be a little taboo to mention right now.

Eventually, you suggest playing a little game to break the ice even more.

“Two truths and a lie. You tell three stories; two of them true and one of them a lie.”

Kento smirks. “Alright, I think I can enjoy this.”

You begin to think about what you’re going to tell him. This had been a game you had played in one of your clubs in high school. He seems to be thinking about it just as hard as you. Then you take another sip of your soda before you look at him.

“You first.” You offer, and he shakes his head.

“Not ready. You go first.”

You sigh but you smirk playfully. Then you scratch your chin, making a big show of considering it.

“Okay, so first, I used to work in a bank. It’s why I’m studying business and finance.”

Kento studies your features, “A bank, huh? Yeah okay…I could see it.”

“Secondly, my parents are high school sweethearts, and they had me very young. My mom was only nineteen when she gave birth to me.”

This makes Kento laugh: “High school sweethearts is the right term. Damn, nineteen?!”

You nod, “Yup! And lastly, I was in a commercial when I was a little baby.”

Kento considers all the things you’ve just said. He wants to almost believe you aren’t lying at all, but you don’t seem the type to lie about the game. He doesn’t know enough about you to truly figure out the lie, so he’s going to guess.

“I call bullshit on the last thing. There’s no way you were in a commercial.”

You laugh, “Nope! That’s not the lie. My parents weren’t high school sweethearts. They met in college.”

Kento’s eyes widened, “What commercial?!”

You go over to grab your laptop, and you pull up the video. It’s a commercial for baby food, and Kento finds himself so endeared by the way you were so cute then. Not to say you aren’t cute now, but it’s much different.

“You’re turn,” you say as you begin eating another piece of pizza. 

Kento considers it all very carefully. He knows that he has to keep his Jujutsu life under wraps, but maybe it couldn’t hurt for you to know a bit more about his past. He knows what he’s about to say might make you feel pity for him, and he doesn’t necessarily want to use it to his advantage, but he does want you to know more about him. Even the ugly parts need to be known.

“First, my star sign is Cancer. My birthday is July 3rd.”

You smile and say, “I can see it. You are moody and brooding.”

Kento frowns, “Hey! I’m not ‘moody’ nor am I ‘brooding’. I am just a loner…”

You reach over to squeeze his hand, “Sorry, please continue.”

Nanami looks over at you and sighs, “Blond isn’t my natural hair color. I dye it.”

“Oooh, rebellious. I like it.”

Then Nanami swallows hard. He had been considering this last one for a long time. He knows it could go sour. It could make him feel terrible to even speak about it. He looks at you and he feels his heart aching.

“My best friend died at seventeen.”

You nearly choke on your soda. Was this true? Surely that had to be the lie. You weren’t sure because you didn’t think his hair was dyed. So maybe his star sign was something else.

“W-what?” you manage to spit out.

Nanami looks down at his hands on his lap, “Which one is the lie? Isn’t that the game?”

You look away, your bottom lip trembling. This was starting to become serious. Because of the way he was acting and talking, you had to know that the third thing he said was the truth.

“D-did he really die? Your best friend?”

Nanami gasps at the way you just ignored the directives of the game. You looked inside of him, seeing his true emotions. You notice the quiver in his bottom lip. You watch as he wants to be completely swallowed up by the ground.

“H-he did. He died when he was seventeen.”

You don’t know what to say. How could someone go through something like that and continue on through life? You reach over and give his hand a careful squeeze.

“We can stop the game now,” you offer.

Kento nods shakily, “Probably for the best.”

After a few moments of silence, you get up to clean the kitchenette. Then you guide him over to the couch, wrapping him up in a blanket. Nanami feels the warmth coming from you. Something about these little actions is calming him down.

Then you both look at each other. There’s an electricity in the air, tinged with sadness. He reaches out for you, pulling you in closer. He holds you tightly, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’ve been my first friend since then.” He finally says: “Well, my first close friend since Yu.”

You blink away tears. “I’m here for you, Kento. I promise.”

He shudders in your embrace. He’s not sure what’s coming over him. A myriad of emotions seem to be attacking him, making him feel weak for you. Then he looks at you with tear-filled eyes. You slowly close the gap, kissing his lips so softly. Kento pushes himself closer, cupping your face.

“I’m sorry for dropping that bomb on you,” he whispers.

You smile sweetly. “It’s okay, honey. You’re allowed to talk to me about that stuff if you want to.”

Then Kento resumes kissing you. It’s less sloppy than the last time. You can tell he was taking his cues from you. This time, he seems confident enough to take the lead. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, and you gladly part them.

He lets out a cute moan when your tongues touch. You don’t know if he’s using this type of emotion and release to try and forget about the pain, but you won’t judge him for it. You’ll allow him to do this if it means he’ll feel better afterwards.

His hands begin to wander; he’s caressing you so tenderly and tentatively. You allow your hands to rest on his chest, gently rubbing. You begin to feel the physique that seems to be underneath all that dark clothing.

“You taste so good,” he says timidly when you pull away.

“Yeah? Not just like pizza?”

He chuckles. “Better than pizza.”

This causes you to kiss him deeply. You guide one of his hands to your breast, making him gasp. It’s so cute to know that he’s a complete virgin. You know you want to show him how to navigate this rocky road. You want to show him how to properly have a good time sexually. Your first time had been with someone more experienced than yourself, and they had taught you all the right things.

Then you feel his other hand join the first one, and he’s kneading your breasts. You pull away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his. You can tell he’s learned some of this from porn, and you place your own hands on his.

“Gentler,” you whisper. “Softer.”

“S-sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re learning. You can take your time, we’re not in a rush.”

Kento feels a renewed sense of confidence. He uses your words of wisdom and goes slower and more gently. You begin to feel aroused, and you pant and moan at the way he’s massaging your tits. He’s going to become a natural in no time if you keep guiding him like this.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the couch. You look up at him, and a smirk spreads on his face. He leans in to kiss you, laying his weight on top of you. It’s all so needy and a little desperate, but not unwanted. Kento kisses you with a heated passion.

“Mmmm, fuck you smell good.”

Just his words alone could make you melt into a puddle of mush. You don’t remember the last time you enjoyed a make-out session quite like this one. Nanami finally gains enough courage to begin grinding against you, and immediately you feel his erection against your thigh. Your eyes nearly bulge out when you feel just how thick his cock is.

“I want you so badly,” he whispers. 

“I want you too,” you nip at his bottom lip. “Let’s keep taking it slow, honey.”

Kento grunts softly as he grinds against you again. You move in tandem with him, enjoying the way this feels. Your body is heating up from the friction, and you can see the way there’s a dusting of pink on Kento’s cheeks and the tops of his ears from how aroused he is.

He’s trying to ignore the pleasure building in the pit of his tummy, and he’s certainly trying his best to ignore the way his balls are drawing up so fast. Nothing could ruin this moment for him. He’s whimpering and moaning your name as you two continue kissing in a hungry way and moving your bodies in the most perfect way.

“I—I—hnng fuck this feels so good,”

You nod your head, moaning his name as you grind against him a little harder. Kento whines as his cock begins to throb, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut to hold off the inevitable. A few more thrusts from your hips and he’s a goner.

“Shit! W-wait, I—”

He cries out as he begins to cum. Shot after shot of his cum begins to fill the front of his boxers. His hips stutter and he’s got the sexiest ‘O’ face you’ve ever seen. His cheeks are still a little pink as he slowly comes down from the high.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He curses as he gets up.

You’re quick to get up and you gather him up in your arms. You press the softest kiss to his lips.

“Listen to me, Ken. I’m not mad.”

He’s relieved to hear your words, but he’s still so fucking mortified. He wants to leave. He can’t bring himself to look into your eyes right now. 

“I’m not mad. It can happen to anyone. If anything, I am so flattered.”

Kento scoffs, “Shut up. It’s embarrassing.”

You kiss him again, “Baby, it’s okay.”

You offer him something to get changed into, and he finally relents and agrees to it. You find some baggy sweatpants in your room and you hand them to him along with a washcloth. He scurries to the bathroom, cursing himself.

You sit on the couch, adjusting the pillows and blankets to make a cute little cuddle pile. Then you grab some water and wait for him to return. Kento eventually does return to you after cleaning himself up and changing. And of course, a lengthy pep talk in the mirror.

He sits next to you, leaving some space. You hand him the bottle of water. He takes a few sips and then places the bottle down on the coffee table. You slowly scooch over towards him, smiling sweetly. Then you take his hand in yours, and he doesn’t pull away.

“Stay the night? We can snuggle and watch anime.”

Kento laughs, “Alright, alright. I’ll stay.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. You have so many questions to ask him, but for right now, you just want to bask in this feeling. Kento rests his head on yours, thankful for the silence.

[sextoyreview]

Types of Male Toys: How Much Do You Know?

Male toys, or adult products and sex toys, are not only a supplement and expansion of traditional sexual methods, but also an effective tool for men to explore themselves, enjoy private pleasures, and enhance emotional communication between partners. This article will explore the various types of male toys in depth, analyze the cultural significance behind them, and how they promote men's physical and mental health and emotional development.

Main types of male toys

Vibration toys

Vibration toys are the most basic and popular type of male toys. They use built-in motors to generate vibrations of different frequencies and intensities to simulate or enhance sexual stimulation and help users achieve higher sexual pleasure. This type of toys includes but is not limited to vibrators (although often regarded as female toys, they can also be used by men), prostate massagers (designed specifically for men, which stimulate the prostate area to bring unique pleasure), and multi-functional vibration rings. The diversity of vibration toys meets the preferences and needs of different men, and can add unlimited fun whether it is enjoyed alone or in interaction with partners.

Simulation toys

Simulation toys, such as simulated vaginas and simulated mouths, are designed to simulate the real sense of human contact and provide users with a more realistic sexual experience. These toys are usually made of environmentally friendly materials such as high-grade silicone or TPE. They are soft to the touch, elastic, and finely designed. They can simulate skin texture, temperature, and even moisture, making users feel as if they are in a real sex scene. Simulation toys are not only suitable for single men to release sexual pressure, but also a good helper for partners to increase interest and explore new experiences.

Sexy costumes and props

Sexy costumes and props are a special category of male toys. They do not act directly on sexual organs, but stimulate users' sexual fantasies and enhance emotional involvement and immersion in sex by changing their appearance and adding role-playing elements. From simple blindfolds and handcuffs to complex role-playing costumes and masks, to various sexy accessories such as feathers and whips, these props add more playfulness and interactivity to sex, making sex an adventure full of creativity and imagination.

Smart and high-tech toys

With the advancement of technology, smart and high-tech elements have also begun to be integrated into male toys. This type of toy not only has the functions of traditional toys, but also incorporates advanced technologies such as Bluetooth connection, APP control, and smart sensing, making the user experience more personalized and convenient. For example, some prostate massagers can adjust the vibration mode and intensity through mobile phone APP, and even automatically adjust according to the user's physical reaction; while some smart sexy underwear can be remotely controlled, allowing partners to share passionate moments even if they are in different places.

Educational and training toys

Educational and training toys are an emerging field in recent years. They aim to help men improve their sexual ability and sexual health through scientific methods. This type of toys includes but is not limited to penis exercisers (promoting blood circulation in the penis and enhancing erection hardness through specific designs), delay rings (reducing sensitivity and prolonging sexual intercourse through physical compression), and auxiliary treatment products for sexual dysfunctions such as premature ejaculation and impotence. The emergence of educational and training toys reflects people's increasing attention to sexual health issues and their positive attitude towards improving sex life through scientific and technological means.

The significance and value of male toys

Promoting sexual health and mental health

Male toys provide men with a safe and private space where they can freely explore their sexual needs and preferences, thereby reducing sexual repression and improving sexual satisfaction. In addition, by using male toys, men can also learn to better control their physical reactions, enhance self-confidence and sexual ability, and promote mental health.

Enhance emotional communication between partners

In a relationship, male toys can be used as a medium to enhance emotional communication. Exploring new ways of sex and sharing the experience of using toys together can not only increase the intimacy and trust between the two parties, but also stimulate more sexual fantasies and creativity, making sex life more colorful.

Promote the popularization of sex education

The popularity of male toys has also promoted the popularization of sex education to a certain extent. It makes people aware of the importance of sexual health, encourages people to face up to their sexual needs, and seek scientific and reasonable solutions. At the same time, the diversity of male toys also reflects the diversity of sexual orientation and sexual preferences, which helps to break gender stereotypes and promote the openness and tolerance of sexual culture.

Several suggestions for choosing and using male toys

Understand your own needs

When choosing male toys, you must first clarify your needs and purposes. Is it for sexual health and pleasure? Or for physical and mental relaxation and decompression? After clarifying the needs, choose according to your actual situation and preferences.

Focus on quality and safety

No matter what type of male toys, you should pay attention to their quality and safety. Choose regular brands and products with quality assurance, and avoid using toys made of inferior materials to avoid causing harm to the body. At the same time, attention should be paid to cleaning and maintenance during use to ensure the hygiene and safety of the toys.

Keep an open mind

Many people may still have prejudices or misunderstandings about the field of male toys. However, with the progress of society and the openness of ideas, we should look at them with a more tolerant and understanding attitude. Male toys are a way to explore oneself and enjoy life, and should not be labeled with any negative labels.

Respect personal choice

Finally, we must respect everyone's choice and privacy. No matter what type of male toys are used, it is a manifestation of personal freedom and rights. We should treat the choices of others with equality and respect, and avoid judging or interfering with other people's lifestyles.

Conclusion

As part of sexual culture, male toys are changing people's sexual lifestyle and sexual concepts with their unique charm and unlimited potential. They are not only auxiliary tools for sex, but also a way for men to explore themselves, enjoy life, and enhance emotions.

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Yurei should get some titfucks from Rei. The guy got himself an A somehow.

“…..m-miss Rei you really don’t have to..my grades are always good, a-and I don’t need a rewa- a-ahh-!! Mnghhh!!”

Rei rolls her eyes as her juicy chest wraps around Yurei’s fat cock, to say she likes him would be an understatement!, what can she say? She loves the spooky ones! Though as she pumps his cock she notices something…weird…

“A-are you seriously about to cum already? I just started!!”

Yurei’s cock is throbbing and leaking quite a bit of pre cum!! Seems he may prematurely ejaculate!!

Rei decides to test this out and pushes her tits up and down his throbbing member much much faster! In just a few seconds Yurei splatters her face with his hot sweet load!! Making her angry and even more horny!!

“Oh no no NO! You’re not gonna just cum and run I don’t care how smart you are your stamina is pathetic, prepare yourself….”

She taught Teruya how to handle his stamina so now she’ll teach this whelp, seems Yurei is in for quite the LONG day!!

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Red Boost Reviews – Ingredients, Benefits, Working, Pros and Cons

How to Improve Your Libido with Red Boost?

Several people from all around the globe experience a void in their sex life. Several individuals cannot enjoy a healthier sexual drive, which is almost like how they used to do when they were younger. The reason here varies from old age to more significant stress.

As noted by clinical research, it is seen that this is a rising issue across several highly developed countries around the globe for the revival of male sexual health.

Several male enhancement supplements are emerging as proven results behind these studies. Although these are not considered the main health issue, male sexual disorders are a rising concern.

There are millions of men from around the world suffering from issues related to sexual performance, and they remain humiliated due to this significant concern. Male sex hormone imbalances, stress, performance anxieties, the inadequate flow of blood to the penile area, and various other factors contribute majorly to poor sexual performance.

Some people acknowledge the pain of suffering from sexual disorders that affects their performance. But, unfortunately, these issues can still harm your confidence entirely, and being able to be your associate in bed is mainly the worst feeling for you being a man.

Most essentially, some issues are related to sexual performances impacting negative relationships negatively, adding more significant anxiety and stress to your daily lives.

As we have mentioned, several supplements are being sold across different price segments to boost male sexual health; however, most are not meeting the users’ expectations.

Some sexologists mention the maintenance of healthier blood vessels, which is the primary key to improving male libido.

In the sphere of innumerable contemporary sexual health-boosting male supplements, Red Boost is the most effective and exclusive supplement to aid each male in enhanced sexual performance with a more significant impact.

The supplement can make this process of improving blood flow to the penile region effortless, and it is how it can manage to make sure of better sexual performance, as noted by the manufacturers.

Red Boost has gained a lot of support and love from its users across different countries. At the same time, it is undoubtedly an excellent pick across several other sexual health supplements in the market.

However, you might feel highly sceptical regarding placing orders for supplements if you have experimented with loads of supplements while none of them would have worked for you.

Overview of ED: Unmask actual Knowledge

ED is more often caused due to several physical factors, and psychological issues such as anxiety and depression might start contributing to the problem. Nettle root is the other potential natural remedy for treating erectile dysfunction.

It consists of compounds known as Berberine, a natural anti-inflammatory agent responsible for reducing the body’s inflammation. It even acts as an antioxidant while improving circulation.

Berberine is backed by evidence of being beneficial whenever it arrives at enhancing erectile disorders. For example, one of the studies discovered that it could potentially increase the blood flow to the penile region by about 50%.

Various studies reveal better chances of enhancing nitric oxide levels in the body. It is because the chemical messenger signalling cells help release the hormones and transmit messages around the body.

Nitric oxide is vital for the normal function of erections, and without it, a person will fail to have such erections. Whenever they are consumed orally, nettle root is non-toxic and safer. But, if you are allergic to every part of the plant, you should refrain from taking it.

Red Boost has various top-grade ingredients, including the horny goat weed extract, nettle roots, and several others that offer you better freedom from the enlarged prostate and might even start treating premature ejaculation.

What is the Red Boost supplement?

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Red Boost is a male sexual health enhancement supplement created to improve the entire sexual performance and restore male vigour during sexual intimacies. As noted through the official site, Red Boost uses a safer and simple blend of all-natural ingredients, which are proven to improve male sexual health while promoting the health of the immune system.

Several other benefits are included in the Red Boost supplement that increases your stamina in bed, enhances blood flow throughout the body, and improves libido. Make sure you consume them as directed by the manufacturer, as it is the supplement that helps enhance the entire sexuality in men by elevating their physical energies while boosting focus and rendering better concentration, especially during intimate encounters.

The manufacturing practices of this product meet the FDA-approved and GMP certification, following the prime industry standards. Additionally, the formula for the supplement does not involve any side effects, is 100% safer, and does not form any habit. Therefore, you can start consuming it without considering much about it.

How Does Red Boost Work for Improving Your Male Sexual Health?

Red Boost is a popular dietary supplement using various natural ingredients for improving sexual health. It also aids in increasing the supply of blood to the penile chambers and helps in the maintenance of healthier blood vessels.

Red Boost is one of a couple of supplements present in the market, boosting the production of nitric oxide by improving the better functioning of the reproductive organs. In addition, Nitric oxide can enhance sexual performance by broadening the blood vessels.

Red Boost is a highly potent formula used to improve male sexual health, and it will help reduce oxidative stress around the smoother muscles. The smooth muscles are the series of minuscule muscular fivers on the pelvic floor, allowing you to get an erection by holding the blood within the penis.

Evidence backed by Science Supporting the Red Boost Supplement

Red Boost consists of various natural ingredients that help you improve your sexual health while supporting fertility and increasing sperm count. There are a few ingredients which are there in Red Boost helping to enhance the nitric oxide content in the body.

Red Boost supplement eases the blood vessels by helping in the healthier flow of blood. Red Boost is a highly potent formula aiming at enhancing male sexual drives. It consists of horny goat weed extracts that aid in treating erectile dysfunctions.

Horny goat weed is responsible for blocking the influence of the enzymes blocking blood flow to the penis. In addition, red Boost can help improve the sexual drive as it consists of several other top ingredients.

Fenugreek is the other vital natural ingredient used during the formulation of Red Boost, as it can increase the intensity of orgasm and male sex drives. In addition, studies note that fenugreek might support sexual health by enhancing testosterone levels.

What are the Ingredients present in Red Boost?

Red Boost consists of various natural ingredients helping to reduce oxidative stress around the smooth muscles. Smooth muscles are formed with a collection of smaller fibres of muscles surrounding the pelvic area to enhance sexual performances by the elevated flow of blood to the male part.

There are various ingredients present in Red Boost that aid in offering a healthier flow of blood. A couple of the ingredients used in this formulation are mentioned as follows:

Horny Goat Weed Extract

They are commonly known as Icariin; horny goat weed extract is considered one of the essential ingredients used in the formulation of this supplement. It makes sure of healthier immune systems and helps increase male sexual hormones.

Horny goat weed can effectively reduce all kinds of inflammations present in your body while increasing the intensity of orgasm. In addition, the daily intake of the Red Boost supplement can help reverse the symptoms related to erectile dysfunction.

Tongkat Ali

It is the other prime ingredient used in the Red Boost formulation. It improves the male sex’s performance by aiming at the oxidative stress surrounding the smoother muscles. It can also aid in elevating male sexual hormones by reducing the risk of premature ejaculation.

It is the herb used for centuries across India, Malaysia, China, the Middle East, Thailand, and Africa, mainly as a tonic, aphrodisiac, rejuvenator, and stimulant to sexual health. It is also considered to enhance the libido while enhancing erections.

In reality, it is considered one of the prevalent herbs used by men who aim to improve their sexual lives.

The active ingredient in Tongkat Ali is Andrographis paniculata, a herb comprising higher levels of saponins responsible for stimulating testosterone production and boosting the count of sperms.

Tongkat Ali can aid you in achieving more excellent sexual encounters as it helps to increase your libido. It can even enhance erections while boosting stamina.

Several studies have been conducted on this herb over a few decades, and the outcomes show Tongkat Ali’s effectiveness in treating impotence, lowered libido, and other sexual disorders.

Tongkat Ali effectively works by enhancing the levels of testosterone in the body. Testosterone is the hormone generated by the testicles stimulating the development and growth of the reproductive organs such as the ovaries, penis, and breasts. It plays a significant role in helping maintain healthier sexual functions.

One of the primary reasons people use Tongkat Ali is to improve sperm count, while studies show that it has effectively increased sperm motility and volume.

Fenugreek

For ages, fenugreek has been the central part of Indian cuisine. It can help boost sexual life while assisting in the maintenance of healthier blood pressure, while it can start targeting oxidative stress in smoother muscles while improving sexual stamina.

It is also known commonly as a love herb since it can help increase sexual drives and overall health. Active ingredients are present in fenugreek, mainly a compound known as diosgenin. Diosgenin is the steroidal saponin that helps in the better regulation of cholesterol levels in the body.

Studies have discovered that fenugreek can effectively improve fertility in both women and men.

In reality, it is highly recommended to treat infertility. Furthermore, fenugreek even helps boost your sexual desire by elevating testosterone levels in males and is also effective in treating erectile dysfunctions.

Diosgenin is mainly the phytoestrogen mimicking estrogen present in the body. Phytoestrogens are combinations discovered naturally in plants working equivalent to estrogens existing in the human body.

Phytoestrogens work by binding together with the estrogen receptors present in our body. These estrogen receptors are primarily proteins that help secure the estrogen molecules to activate them. When they perform in this way, they start triggering a few specific biological processes active within the body.

Citrulline

It is the compound commonly found in cucumber and watermelon. It aids in the effective maintenance of healthier blood vessels, which helps to enhance nitric oxide production. The ingredient might even assist you in attaining thicker and longer erections while helping to reduce the symptoms related to erectile dysfunction.

Nettle Root

Nettle Root is considered one of the highly essential ingredients to help form the Red Boost supplement. As you age, the health of your prostate declines, and the reduction in prostate health might lead to frequent cravings for urination.

Erectile Dysfunction is a health condition where a person might not get a chance to maintain or achieve an erection for a longer time to finish intercourse. About 40% of men suffer from all types of ED, and a few common causes include inadequate diet, stress, smoking, hormonal changes, diabetes, heart diseases, and more.

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Benefits of Red Boost Supplement

Red Boost is considered one of a couple of supplements that boost male sexual health. It comprises ingredients such as Citrulline that allow the body to generate more fantastic nitric oxide. The increased nitric oxide levels help treat issues like premature ejaculation and reduce high blood pressure.

A regular intake of Red Boost helps you undergo the following perks to your health:

Enhanced Sexual Drives

Red Boost has various ingredients to help increase your libido. In addition, there are a couple of elements to aid in better improvement of the flow of blood, resulting in the enhanced intensity of orgasms.

Red Boost supplement can help enhance the production of nitric oxide present in your body and is a prominent one to boost the smoother functioning of muscles. In addition, daily intake of Red Boost can help boost male sexual health by aiming at the leading cause of sexual issues.

Enhances Energy Levels

Red Boost has various ingredients to aid enhance male sexual hormones present in the body. For example, greater testosterone levels can help you experience youthful stamina with increased energy levels.

Reduced hunger pangs and effective weight loss

There are a couple of ingredients that are used in the formation of Red Boost, acting as a natural appetite suppressant while helping in reducing your hunger cravings while these ingredients can help in reducing the oxidative stress happening around the smooth muscles.

Red Boost supplement can help you naturally lose weight, enhancing metabolism and energy levels. In addition, red Boost can help maintain the optimal flow of blood; therefore, oxidative stress is present in organs that are reduced.

Supports a healthier flow of blood

Supplements such as Red Boost enhance blood flow to the penile areas of the male body. In addition, the supplement can improve the effects of male sex hormones to help you enjoy a better sexual life with your loved one.

Red Boost can help remove oxidative stress by strengthening the blood supply and prolonging your sexual stamina and desire.

Improves nitric oxide production

Each ingredient in the Red Boost targets generating more fantastic nitric oxide in the body, allowing every toxin to get flushed out from the body. As a result, the supplement effectively helps to boost male sex hormones, which can help support longer-lasting erections.

Higher levels of nitric oxide can aid in fighting erectile dysfunctions and improving the health of the reproductive organs.

Maintains the health of blood vessels

The potential nutrients from the Red Boost supplement can help supply nutrients to the body. In contrast, it helps broaden the blood vessels in the reproductive regions and improve sexual performance. Red Boost helps to maintain healthier blood vessels by allowing a sufficient supply of blood in the body cells. As a result, you will have an enhanced libido with adequate nitric oxide levels.

Regulating healthier blood pressure levels

Apart from helping in the better maintenance of reproductive health, Red Boost also aids you in handling higher blood pressure. It can help eliminate oxidative stress, which helps to promote healthier blood pressure levels.

Boosts your entire health

The supplement supplies essential nutrients to the body, effectively reducing oxidative stresses and boosting sexual performance. Additionally, it can strengthen smooth muscle and improve sexual hormones, while the supplement promotes your overall wellness by improving blood flow in the body.

Red Boost Side Effects

Red Boost is intrinsically considered safer, although it is formulated carefully as an effective male enhancement supplement. Furthermore, none claims or reports state the severe adverse effects of the consumption of this supplement.

However, there are minor side effects, like headache or stomach discomfort. However, it is pretty standard across every supplement, and it is almost unlikely that you can start experiencing any adverse effects while using this product.

Always remember, Red Boost might not be a safer one for all. As noted by the manufacturers, the product is designed for healthier adults over eighteen, and no child under this age should be allowed to use this product.

Suppose you are facing a severe medical condition or are under prescribed medications such as blood thinner. It is recommended that you consult your doctor before using this supplement, and it is to ensure that it should never interfere with any medication you might take.

Red Boost has a more significant safety profile, and you can use it confidently while it is doubtful to lead to any adverse effects. However, if you are feeling unsure of whether it is the right one for you or not, it is recommended that you should consult with your physician before trying this product.

Cost for Red Boost

A single bottle of Red Boost supplement costs $59. However, you might have to pay a couple of shipping charges while purchasing one bottle of this supplement. The price for three bottles of the Red Boost supplement is $147, and you might start paying for shipping charges that arrive with this product.

If you plan to save massively, you should start purchasing the popular package of Red Boost, which has six bottles of Red Boost costing you $234 and arrives with free shipping.

Money-Back Policy

A 180-day-money-back guarantee backs Red Boost along with offering free shipping. So if you consider this product ineffective, you can easily claim a refund, and all you need to do is return the product to the manufacturer in 180 days.

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How Can You Enhance Your Libido with Red Boost Supplement?

There are various methods of boosting your sexual desires naturally, and let us check out a few of the best ones as follows:

1. Consuming foods that improve testosterone levels

Testosterone is the hormone in men that helps increase sexual desire. If you wish to feel sexually aroused for a prolonged time, you should eat foods that can help improve your testosterone levels.

2. Get Sufficient Sleep

Deprivation in sleep can cause lowered levels of energies impaired brain functioning, leading to reduced motivations and sexual desires.

3. Make sure to exercise daily

Exercises are practical enough to aid in releasing endorphins in the blood, which helps us stay happy. Endorphins are mainly compounds generating feelings of relaxation and happiness.

4. It helps in reducing stress

People undergoing much stress will often experience reduced libido. Try unwinding and relaxing daily as you take time off to start enjoying yourself more often.

5. Make sure to avoid alcohol

 Alcohol is responsible for reducing male testosterone levels, so why alcohol reduces erectile dysfunctions?

It is mainly considered that alcohol hinders the blood flow to your male part. However, the outcome notes that blood gets pumped out of the arteries directly to the male part during erections.

FAQs

1. Can Red Boost Harm My Health?

2. Which is the Best Way to Consume Red Boost?

3. Are There Any Side Effects to Red Boost?

4. How Do You Enhance Your Libido with Red Boost Supplements?

Final thoughts

Red Boost supplement is a prominent supplement that boosts your libido and helps remove the core reason behind male sexual dysfunction. Alternatively, it offers various health benefits like reduced appetite, enhanced immunisation, improved blood pressure, healthier weight loss, etc. In addition, consuming Red Boost combined with a healthy diet can help retain your stamina.

As a result, you might start enjoying enhanced and pleasing sexual lives. The perfect thing about Red Boost is that it does not consist of suspicious proprietary blends or harmful chemicals, making it safer for consumption.

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Medicines for Premature Ejaculation

Medicines for Premature Ejaculation

Medicines for Premature Ejaculation, Untimely discharge is a term utilized for wild outflows happening previously or soon after sexual infiltration. They end up happening very soon, on occasion, even before sexual excitement starts. Untimely discharge is analyzed when an individual generally or more often than not discharges in the span of one moment of the sexual entrance when an individual…

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I’ve Seen Sparks Fly — 18+

Summary: Spencer Reid has never felt sparks fly until you came along. He’s not used to not knowing things, but just may prove himself to be a quick learner.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (female, I'm pretty sure there's no references to pronouns)

Word Count: 5685

Content Warnings: Kissing, grinding, premature ejaculation, marking Spencer’s chest, fingering, love confessions

Note: I hope you enjoy this! I really wanted to get another fic out before I start my 1 year anniversary celebration, Love Letters From Spencer. There is still time to submit your name for one. Just fill out this Google Form and you'll receive one in the coming weeks. And a special thank you to @reidsbookclub for helping me with the ending! I love you very much, Grecy! :)

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I've Seen Sparks Fly

Spencer ventured down in the basement, ready to come back hauling decades old cold cases. What he didn’t expect was to find a chance at that fairytale in a place where the sunshine can’t reach them. There was a single light that hung over their heads and a large desk with papers spread across the surface. For a man that can remember everything, Spencer couldn’t recall any words from your conversation. All he knows is that he stumbled through the conversation.

He hums to himself, trying to quell the nerves that arise all the way from his stomach to the tip of his head. Spencer’s never had much luck with romance. From being the weird kid in the back of the class with a mind decades older than the rest of the class to being the weird kid with something to prove in the FBI, Spencer has never felt like he’s belonged anywhere. The characters in his books kept him company. Spencer spent ages dreaming of the day when someone would float off the pages of the books and into his heart. And now that that was true, his hands shake in a way that he cannot explain. He’s not usually this way, he’s pretty good about keeping his emotions under control. But there’s something about you that makes him the good kind of nervous.

His heart would thump out of his chest, like it did when you fixed his tie. You got so close Spencer swore he could see where the colored part of your eye met your pupil. He could smell your perfume, light and citrusy and he never wanted to smell anything else. You whispered into his ear, even though there wasn’t a need to whisper alone in the basement.

“There,” you said, patting his chest and his now-straightened tie, “Now you look even more handsome,” you add, smiling up at Spencer and positively reveling in the way Spencer’s cheeks flush red.

He has a habit of doing that around you, which he’s surmised is something you enjoy based on your nonverbal body language. Spencer shakes his head, internally chiding himself for analyzing you. He can’t treat you like a face on a wall, not when you’ve got the possibility to mean so much more to him one day. One day very soon, by the way you look at him.

“Handsome?” Spencer says, still fixated on that compliment, despite his near constant inner thoughts spilling over in his mind, “I’m pretty sure the last time someone called me handsome was picture day in the second grade. My mother had me wear my grandfather’s bowtie,” he says.

“You are the handsomest,” you reply, reaching down to grab his hand and squeeze. You walk in tandem and Spencer has to stop himself from skipping, “And you’re going to hear it more often. Maybe a lot tonight?”

Somehow he caught the tone in your voice and it made him stop right in his tracks. You stumble and he catches you by the elbow, apologizing for nearly making you fall. Again, he blushes. And again you seem to like it. You stand on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheek. It’s soft and sweet, yet it burns into his skin and he hopes it lingers even if you don’t.

“Sorry,” Spencer apologizes, “I’m still not used to all this….” he says, the words failing to articulate. Or rather, he fails to say it because if he says it then it’s real. It would be that first good thing he gets, and like most good things they are fated to never last. So Spencer lets you finish his sentences, which, he’ll admit is something he could get used to.

“Affection?” you say, smiling at him and healing the wounds that have yet to fester, “Love. Attention. Compliments. I could go on,” you tease, sneaking under his arm to force him to walk closer with you to the elevator.

“Yes,” he says, nodding as he presses the button to go back to the bullpen, “All of the above, Y/N,” he adds, a layer of uncertainty plaguing his thoughts. You quell it as you twist your fingers in the fabric of his cardigan and rest your head on his shoulder.

“Come over tonight,” you whisper, waiting for the familiar ding of the elevator, “And maybe we can make pancakes in the morning?”

“Pancakes?” Spencer asks, looking at you and trying to decipher your exact meaning. You know he’s not the best with hidden meanings, but maybe you’re also a little nervous too, based on the way you shy away from him and lower your voice again, despite already being alone, “In the morning?” he adds, the meaning finally hitting him.

“Yeah,” you whisper, walking towards the now open elevator with Spencer still holding your hand, “I really like you, Spencer. Like the kind of like you that will turn into love you. Some day. Some day really soon. And I want to spend every waking moment with you. And every moment I’m not awake too,” your rambling abruptly stopped by Spencer’s lips pressing firmly against your’s.

He can tell you’re taken by surprise, but he can’t help but act on his sudden burst of courage. You’ve kissed plenty of times in the 5 dates that you’ve had already and Spencer has found himself reliving every second of it afterwards. From the way your hands press up against his chest to the way you sigh into his lips. He’s been denied this kind of love and affection for so long and he’ll be damned if he lets himself go another 23 years.

Breaking the kiss, Spencer smiles as he rests his head against your forehead. It’s almost like he’s in a movie because the elevator doors shut and they rush upward to the upper level. You giggle, something Spencer promises himself that he’ll commit to memory. He brings his hand to your cheek, shaking slightly despite his new found confidence. You place your hand on top of his hand, brushing gently against the rough side of his hand. It’s these quiet, yet charged moments like this that makes Spencer’s head spin.

“So I’ll take that as a yes,” you joke, smirking as Spencer tries to gather himself together for the inevitable teasing that will ensue when you walk him back to his desk next to Elle and across from Derek.

Spencer had changed his tie three times before the clock read 7. The first one felt like it was choking him, the second one clashed with his shirt, and the third one would just have to do. He even asked Penelope to print out instructions for him to learn how to style his hair in different ways, though he made her swear to never tell Elle or Derek the reason why he needed the print outs. The ink from the paper bled in splotches from the mixture of water and hair gel on his counter. Spencer went to his local drugstore, looking for the specified hair products and came out with an armful of totally unnecessary products.

The gel was sticky in his fingers, but he still slicked it through his hair, remembering how you complimented him on his hair that day. Hotch had sent him and Derek to the basement, when the Bureau’s archivists worked. Only cold cases, suddenly reopened, would bring the team down there. In the three months that Spencer had been working with the BAU, he never ventured into the basements. In his mind, working with old case files and ensuring the protection of evidence seemed like the kind of job someone like him should have. He was still a baby in the team’s eyes, especially Derek’s.

When Derek and him walked down to the very bottom of the building, Spencer had no clue what to expect. His mother always told him that he had a very overactive imagination. He also was a hopeless romantic. Even though he’s never had someone love him back, he’s found himself loving others countless of times. Maybe it’s wishful thinking or a deep seeded desire to live out a fairytale. His fairytale isn’t much; maybe someone to brush his hair from his eyes and kiss away the wounds that bruise his skin and draw stars around his scars.

Spencer goes through the motions and he almost feels like he’s moving underwater. He walks around his tiny apartment making sure his shoes are tied, getting the cardigan that you always compliment him on, and making sure that Joules has cat food in her bowl. He’s hardly even aware of what he’s doing, too busy worrying about what’s in store when he gets to your house.

Spencer, reminding himself to breathe, takes one last look into the mirror on the wall in his hallway. He’s never been one to particularly enjoy his physical appearance, but when he looks in the mirror, the only thought that rests in his mind is if you’ll like the hairstyle he copied in the print out that Penelope gave him.

“Don’t you look handsome,” you say, holding open the screen door to your front porch. Your house is exactly what he’d expect from you. Wildflowers grow haphazardly in your front yard and a small garden peaks from the back yard. Your house is painted in a warm, welcoming yellow with rain gray shutters. It’s the kind of house that people from fairytales live in. It’s the kind of house that Spencer would like to grow old in.

His cheeks burn at the compliment and he resigns himself to a fate of wanting to brush them all away with a bemused expression while craving the sweet little compliments in the same motion. You look at him, smiling from the top of the porch with the screen door resting against your back. So confident and sure, it’s the kind of reckless that should send him running because how on Earth can someone like you love someone like him. No matter how many times you’ve called him cute in the basement of the building, no matter how many times you’ve kissed him across a table at the 24/7 diner, no matter anything he still has a hard time believing you. But he’s more than willing to let you become the first person to prove him wrong.

“Hey, Y/N,” Spencer says, sheepishly as he bounces up the steps to you. You open your arms and stand on your tiptoes, hugging him like you’ve spent months apart. He desperately wants to melt into the hug. Spencer can’t remember the last time he felt safe in someone’s arms since he’s met you.

He’ll be the first to admit that you’re the first person to hug him in years. He never knew just how hard it could be to go without human touch until you came along. It’s almost overwhelming how comforting it is to know that he’ll never have to know that absence again.

“I missed you,” you whisper into his chest, your mouth moving against the soft fabric of his cardigan. You hug him so tight that you clasp your hands around him. Spencer knows that you can’t stay out here on the porch forever, but he wants to, “Sorry,” you apologize, “I’m a big hugger and I know that you’re a little wary about physical contact–”

“Oh no!” Spencer exclaims, letting himself out of your tight hug to look at you. His hands fall naturally into the crook of your elbows, holding you gently he racks his brain for an explanation that doesn’t make him sound as in love with you as he actually is, “I love you…your hugs, I love when you hug me, I mean,”

You smile and with that Spencer swears to himself that the stars in the nighttime sky could never compare. He forces himself to stop thinking about those loving things like that. Spencer swallows his fears, yet he can’t stop thinking about how your hair falls into place like dominos. What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? He’d never know. Spencer’s not used to not knowing things. And even though he may not believe it, he trusts you as you lead him into your house.

The movie has been playing on your television for precisely 34 minutes and 8 seconds. And for 34 minutes and 8 seconds your hands have not left his body. When you first led him up the stairs, Spencer’s eyes nearly burst out of his eye sockets. But like all the times you’ve whisked him away for secret kisses at work or reached for his hand as you passed in the hallway, you quell his fears with your lyrical eyes and a squeeze of his hand. It’s magical and a miracle how you can both steady his heart and nearly cause an aneurysm in one touch. He wonders if that is what love is supposed to be. Dreading your touch because he knows what it brings out in him, but craving it in the same token.

Your hands massage his scalp, and Spencer can feel himself drift off into a comfortable lull. He wonders silently to himself if he’ll ever figure out the kind of shampoo you use. It’s a little citrusy, like oranges and grapefruit. But there’s also a sweetness to it that he can’t quite describe. Whatever it is Spencer wants it to linger on his skin so he can take a part of you home with him to make his bed seem a little less lonely.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice similar to how it was down in the basement that you work in, “But I can’t even tell you the main character’s name and I’ve seen this movie before,” you say, your wry chuckle making you, yet again, unreadable.

“Why?” Spencer asks, turning to face you, your legs are intertwined in the bed, twisted up in bedsheet as the night slips away in a moment in time, “I mean, me too,” he adds, very aware of his hand that rests on your waist. He plays with your soft tee-shirt, a very worn down college shirt from long ago.

“You’re just very distracting,” you say back, brushing a piece of his hair from his face. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose and you’re half clear and half blurry. Spencer’s not sure if it’s because of his lack of good vision or because you make his head spin with your sweet shampoo and with your body pressed up next to his, “You make me so nervous, Spence. You’re so handsome and I just don’t want to mess this up,” you say, the earnestness in your voice is like looking into a mirror.

“Let me kiss you?” Spencer says, even though it comes out more like a question than a request, “Please,” he adds, implicitly aware of how his voice turns up with nerves and anxiety, “You’re the beautiful one, Y/N,” he adds, moving his face to eclipse your view of the television. You read the unreadable, nodding slightly just in time as your lips meet his.

Spencer has kissed you a total of 44 times. Between five dates, secret make-out sessions in the cover of the Bureau basement, and all the times in the stairwell between his office and your department, it’s safe to say that though you’ve kissed him plenty of times, he’ll never grow tired of it. It’s flawless and Spencer can’t imagine doing it with anyone else.

“You’re the beautiful one, sweetheart,” you whisper, using that little name that has never failed to make his heart skip, “It’s crazy to think you’ve never done this before. You really must be a genius,”

Your lips cover his, gliding over his lips like ice skates on an icy pond. Your fingers are buried in hair, tugging and digging into any piece of him you can grab. You break away from lips, moving down to his jawline. Your fingers tickle his neck and he’s hyper aware of his entire being and what’s bound to happen when your lips are so soft against his skin and your hands tug at his hair.

“Y/N,” Spencer says, your name coming out more strained and needy than he intended, but he has to say it quickly before he loses control and embarrasses himself with his underwhelming lack of restraint, “Please, Y/N. The way that you kiss me. Touch me. It’s driving me crazy. You drive me crazy,”

“I know, baby,” you whisper into his ear maneuvering yourself so you hover over Spencer’s body. His hips instinctively flex up, desperate for the very friction and contact that you deny him, “Look at you? All pretty like this for me. You just need to be taken care of, lovey,”

Lovey

Between your touch that stings like a thousand bees and your voice heals like honey from the gods, Spencer doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself. You must be enjoying seeing him fall apart like this, and Spencer has to admit he loves it too. As long as you’re the one to put him back together, he’ll let you ruin him a million times over and over.

Smiling, you remove your hands from his face, messing up his neatly gelled hair in the process. He makes a mental note that you seem like his hair messier. It’s been years since he’s let his hair just be and you might just be the reason he’ll start again. Your next movement is what catches him off guard. His hands come up to your now bare waist as you rid yourself of your tee shirt. The pads of this fingertips brush over your soft skin. He revels in how your skin goosebumps at his touch, happy to know that his touch has nearly the same effect as you do one him.

“Like what you see?” you ask, smiling like a Chesire cat as Spencer looks at your bare chest. His hands hover over your breasts, unsure if you're even real in the first place, “You can touch me, sweetheart. You can touch me all you want,” you reassure him, bringing his hands to your breast by his wrists.

“Can I kiss you? Can I kiss you there?” Spencer asks, his earnest question making your skin crawl with anticipation. You nod, still hovering over him like some twisted guardian angel.

“Please,” you say, half begging, half demanding, “I’m all yours anyway, lovey,”

Spencer, shifting upwards so his back rests against the pillows, is acutely aware of how hard he is. If anything, he almost wants to commend himself at not coming undone yet. It’s reasonable, considering this is the first time anyone has sat on his lap like this, calling him names he’s only heard in the sweetest of daydreams.

He leans forward so he can kiss your breasts. Initially, you’re taken aback by his sudden burst of confidence. Spencer leaves wet kisses across your skin and his hand, warm and large against your back, steadying you as you shake with hope for what’s to come. But, as Spencer suspects, you still hold the upper hand. Just as he forms a skilled pattern of kisses and nipping at your skin, you grind down onto his hips.

“God, oh, god,” Spencer says, his strangled moans telling he’s finally lost any semblance of control he had, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Damn it,” Spencer curses, covering his face with his hands in humiliation. The embarrassed part of himself expects you to leap from his lap with a sinister laughter. But when that doesn’t come, Spencer peaks out from under his hands.

“What are you apologizing for?” you ask, still hovering over his body with a confused expression on your face, “Is it because you came? Hmm? Just from kissing my boobs? And me grinding on your dick?” you continue, licking your lips as Spencer nods his head in continued embarrassment.

You grip his wrists, kissing his hands fervently. Looking at him, Spencer is able to read your expression. You aren’t annoyed or disgusted or anything of the sort. Instead, you lean down, still putting pressure between your hips, and kiss his face. Your lips skim over his eyes, kissing his nose, his cheeks, his forehead and down to his neck. You break, breathing in heavily, leaning against his forehead to drink him in.

“Don’t ever apologize for that, lovey. It was hot,” you tell him, and Spencer can do nothing but nod in understanding.

“Yes,” he says, smiling as he finds himself growing more and more comfortable with you, “Can I try with you?” Spencer asks, a layer of confidence poking through his shy exterior.

“Of course,” you tell him, “But first let me do something,” you say, as you toss off his cardigan and unbutton his shirt, “You have too many layers on,”

Spencer chuckles in agreement, not fully realizing how hot it’s gotten in your bedroom. The television still plays in the background, but it’s nothing but warbled gibberish. Spencer places his hands against your waist again, but the hesitation to touch you still lingers. He watches as you undo his buttons, terrified for you to see him without a shirt on for the first time. Spencer doesn’t like thinking about the time he’s been shirtless in front of people.

He expects you to look at him with a hint of disappointment, but you don’t. Your finger traces against his skin, making him shiver with anticipation. You smile and whisper words of praise that he can’t quite make out when your lips dip down to his neck.

“I know I’m not much,” Spencer says, the nerves making his voice seem even more scared than he is. He’s never thought of himself as attractive or worthy of love. Spencer supposes that if you go through your entire life without any romance you lose that ability to see yourself worthy of it in the first place. But then again, all he can think of at the moment isn’t all the what ifs and things he’s missed out one. All he can think of is you, looking at him if what he believes are the rosiest colored glasses.

“Don’t say that, lovey,” you whisper, leading your lips dangerously close to his chest. You kiss him, murmuring against his skin, “you’re not allowed to talk bad about the person I love,” you say, continuing to leave marks on his skin. He bites his lip, unsure if you want to hear how much you affect him. A mixture of fear and arousal and temptation courses through his veins.

“Love?” Spencer repeats, the question lingering in the air, “you love me? You love me back?” he says it again like he can’t believe it, but needs to hear it.

“Of course, Spencer. Of course I love you,” you say, whispering against his skin. You continue to leave marks that will bruise my morning. He looks up, watching you with a blissed out look that makes him seem like he’s floaty high above the clouds, “I love you so much,” you whisper, sitting back up against his hips.

“I love you,” Spencer whispers, he’s quiet in the stillness of your room

Spencer looks down at his chest, licking his lips as he sees the plethora of marks you’ve left on his skin. Several bright red marks lay on his upper chest in the shape of a heart. He groans at the realization, which in turn makes you laugh. It’s a sound that delights him.

“See, now you’ll have something to remind you that you belong to him,” you tell him, sitting back on your heels as you help him out of the confines of his pants.

“Please, Y/N,” Spencer says, and though the words aren’t able to articulate immediately, he has a sneaking suspicion that you know what he wants, “I want to make you feel good too,” he requests, his eyes glazed with love and hazy with need.

“Do you?” you chide, “Do you want to feel how good you make me feel?”

“Please,” Spencer begs, whining as you crawl off his legs so he can shimmy out of his pants. You giggle at his eagerness and kiss his cheek. The innocent gesture makes him burn red, something that you’d probably call charming or endearing.

Sitting in his underwear, Spencer watches as you rid yourself of your sweatpants. He’s never seen a anyone naked before and he's not so secretly thankful for his memory. He wishes it was like a movie though, that he’d be able to replay this moment over and ever. Anytime he was sad or lonely he’d be able to listen to your voice calling him sweet names and feel your touch comforting him.

Your lamp sits to his right and the warm, yellow light gives you an incandescent glow. He wants to reach out and touch every curve, every wrinkle and line on your skin. He wants to feel all of you in the places you’re soft and the places you hide from the rest of the world. He wonders to himself if this is what it’s like to meet your soulmate. His heart feels full for the first time, he feels completed.

“You can touch me, Spence,” you whisper, crawling towards him so you sit next to him with your legs and his legs in opposite directions, “I’m all yours, anyway, my love,”

Spencer nods, untrusting of his voice at the moment to reveal all the sweet, yet sinful things he wants to do to you. He feels it in his head, the rush of possibility coupled by the anxiety of desire. It’s like he can feel the sparks fly between the two of you.

“I–I want you to enjoy it,” Spencer whispers, “I just, I’m a virgin. I guess you probably could have guessed that by now,” he muses, “I’m not sure if you’ll still want me,”

You look at him with a broken smile and all the stars in your eyes, “Spencer,” you say his name with this breathless tone that’s already stolen his heart, “We don’t have to go that far, lovey. We have so much time. I’m not letting you go anytime soon. Is there anything you want to do? Hmm, you can tell me, sweetie. I’m not going to judge you?”

His lips feel dry and the words threaten to die in his throat, but there’s also an almost overwhelming amount of love that overtakes him. You kiss his hands, bringing them up to your lips.

“Can I touch you?” Spencer asks, “I just want you to feel good too?” he says, his cheeks flushing at the thought of seeing you come undone at his hands.

“You want to finger me?” you clarify, the crudeness of your words making his entire chest burn crismon. The heart made of hickeys that adorns his chest turns a deeper red and Spencer’s skin feels like it’s going to melt off his body, “With these hands? How could I refuse an offer like that?,” you tell him.

“Please, baby,” Spencer says, the name slipping from his lips before he gets the chance to stop himself. You must like it because you give him a quick kiss on his hands before bringing them to the waistband of your underwear.

“Trust your instincts,” you tell him, offering a word of wisdom, “I love you so much, Spencer that whatever you do it’s probably going to get me off,” you say, your words making Spencer groan with desire.

He brushes his index finger against the fabric of your underwear. Spencer can feel them dampen at his stimulation. He looks at you for advice, but finds you closing your eyes and biting your lip at his touch. Spencer, timid, yet eager, dips his hand through your waistband. He drags your underwear off your legs and gets a boost of confidence when he watches you kick them the rest of the way off.

You mirror his movements as you nibble on his lip, slipping your hand into his underwear as you graze your fingers over his leaking cock. Spencer groans into your shoulder, cursing at the feel of your hands on him. He watches intently as your wrist moves up and down, closing his eyes like he’s hearing a prayer.

“God, you are so hot like this, Spencer. Come on, my sweet boy,” you coo, “I’m not made of glass. I love you so much,” you remind him, kissing along the sensitive markings you made. He groans, hands fisting at the sheets.

He nods, bringing his index finger to your clit grazing against the spot that he knows is a bundle of nerves. It’s not nearly enough, but he knows that. He dips his finger into your folds, feeling himself grow hard again from hearing you whimper from pleasure. Spencer isn’t sure where to look. It’s mesmerizing to watch his finger disappear inside you, but in the same token, you look so beautiful he doesn’t want to miss the way your face contorts with pleasure.

“Oh my god,” you pant, tugging on his hair with one hand. His glasses are askew at his point and his hair is sweaty, but he hardly notices it, “Holy fuck, Spencer,” you curse, as he introduces another finger, making your gasp out loud.

“You are so beautiful,” Spencer says, watching you as he continues to pump in and out with his two fingers. The base of his hand grazes against your clit with the tiniest bit of pressure, “So beautiful,” he says again, twisting himself to kiss you.

“Do you feel how wet you make me?” you whisper, “That’s all you, baby. It’s only for you,” you tell him, your lips meeting him as he continues to finger you, “God, I’m so close,” you pant.

You break from his hair, reaching down to cup his face with pure adoration and love coursing through you. Spencer deepens the kiss, wanting to be closer than is humanly possible. He feels your hands tighten against his face, telling him that you’re nearing your climax. He takes his time, finally finding a rhythm that nearly makes your scream. His thumb rubs circles against your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. He can’t help but grind against your leg, feeling himself approach his own release.

“That’s it,” you tell him, encouraging him to continue, “Oh fuck. Spencer,” you cry out, peppering kisses over his face, blinding him with love and affection. He feels you tighten against his fingers and his eyes are glued to your face. Spencer’s eyes scan over your features. The way sweat collects against your brow, the way you flutter against his finger, and the way your moans ricochete in his mind. He tries to soak it all in. You come against his hand with his fingers still working for you to meet your climax.

It’s almost too much for him and he can’t hardly wrap his mind around what it will be like to actually have sex with you. He feels his cheeks flush at the very thought still. You rest your forehead against his bare chest, heaving with exhaustion. Spencer, reluctantly removes his fingers that are covered in your release. He brings them to his mouth, tasting you on his tongue. You catch it from the corner of your eye, moaning at that sight.

Spencer, unsure what to say, besides an I love you, laughs. He rests his head against the pillows and brings his hands to hover over your back. You lean into him, Spencer kisses whatever exposed skin he can. You’re hot against his lips like molten fire, but somehow you quench his thirst.

“I really do love you,” Spencer says, letting the words hang in the air. His mouth feels dry and it’s like his entire body is on fire, “thank you for being patient with me though, “ I’m sorry I didn’t want to go all the way,” Spencer says, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing.

He whispers the tiniest “I love yous” into your skin with kisses. You sit up on your elbows, staring at him. He can see the color of your eyes, thinking to himself that he wants to take you to the nearest paint store to figure out what color they are. Because when he does he’ll paint the entire city that beautiful color.

“Lovey,” you whisper, kissing the bridge of his nose, “I loved what we did today. I’m gonna love you for a lifetime. And then some. Spencer, we have—”

“Forever,” Spencer says, cutting you off and making you smile yet again.

“Forever,” you repeat, leaning your head up to kiss along his jawline, “But you have nothing to worry about, Spencer. God, I don’t think anyone’s gotten me off that fast,” you say a new tremble in your voice, making Spencer smirk with confidence, “Where have you been hiding these from me?” you ask, grabbing his hands, smiling at him with a look that he could only describe as madly in love.

“So I’m ‘God’ now,” Spencer remarks, tracing against your spine as both your heart rates come back to normal, “I’ll take it, even if I prefer lovey or sweetheart,” he teases, twisting his neck to see your bemused expression.

You peck his lips, unable to resist him when he’s so comfortably relaxed like this, “Oh shut up,” you chide, “You’re such a dork,”

“Yeah, but I’m your dork, darling,” Spencer retorts, finally fixing his glasses that are perpetually crooked. His hair is matted against his forehead and his underwear is beyond ruined, “I really hate to end this moment, but I’d really like to shower,” he asks, the nervousness back as quick as it left, “I don’t want to be a bother,”

You roll your eyes, swinging your legs over the bed as your stand. Spencer can’t help but pride himself on your lack of initial balance. He follows your lead, swinging his legs as he stands.

“As long as you’ll hold me when we get out of the shower,” you request, the implications hitting Spencer like a ton of bricks, “And maybe I’ll let you use my shampoo,”

Spencer, sitting on the bed, watches you head into the bathroom before him. It’s adjoining your bedroom and is painted a whimsical green. He can see framed embroidery decorating the wall and glass jars of sweet smelling flowers. He hears you laugh in the distance and finally thinks that he may just have found his home. Your smile, the shy one in the basement, the coy one you gave him in the elevator when he kissed you, the smirk that plays on your lips when you tease him , the deliriously happy one that he knows you wear now, every one of them replays in his head. Whenever you smile, it seems, Spencer can’t help but smile too.

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[memeadonna]

Anything for You, Baby

Hello everyone! This is a short little thirst story I wrote for @sendhelpimstupid featuring Sugar Baby Kirishima. The stunning art can be found here. Please visit her page and show her some love! 

This story is 18+. Minors DNI 

Warnings: Sugar Baby/Sugar Mommy Relationship, Premature Ejaculation, Cross-Dressing, Sub Kirishima, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Mild Choking, Scratching and Biting Mentioned, Vaginal Intercourse, I wrote this in like 3 hours sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes

Word Count: 2,562

Of all the things you were thankful for in life, people were always surprised when you mentioned Kirishima's expensive taste. Your entire relationship had started because he hadn't noticed how much money he'd been spending until one day he was overdrawn. He hadn't added up the totals of his expenses in his head, hadn't realized every time he swiped his card that money left his account. He liked the finer things in life, and how was he supposed to know that his bank account was meant to last him all of his first semester? His parents had told him "figure it out", so he couldn't even ask them for help. 

Being at a hero school was tough already – he could barely even enjoy the city nightlife since he was stuck at the dorms between classes doing homework. He didn't even have enough time to get a job outside of school hours. Maybe he wasn't cut out for university, let alone at a prestigious hero school. 

You had noticed Kirishima's state of panic, and when he confessed to everyone in the dorm that he was out of money, people (Bakugou and his other friends) had made fun of him. Uraraka and Iida had stepped in immediately, chastising them for mocking him. He tried to play it off as no big deal, that he'd figure it out, and the conversation shifted elsewhere. 

You'd been born into a wealthy family like Iida and Momo, and on top of that you'd had your own job throughout high school, so you'd saved up lots of money already.  "I could hire you," you told him after everyone had left for the night. "Pay you to do things for me." 

"I don't need your charity," he'd snapped back. "Did Bakugou put you up to this?" 

"I just thought I'd offer to help you since we're friends," you answered calmly, before getting up and heading to your dorm. That night you'd sat up late regretting ever asking him if he needed help. 

Early the next morning he was at your door. "What kind of things?" was the first thing he asked, as you rubbed your eyes and blinked up at him blearily. You made him repeat himself twice because the words didn't stick in your brain this early. 

"Clean my room, do my laundry," you'd finally told him, offering what you hoped was a kind smile. "Other things when I want them." The blush he gave you at those words more than made up for his harshness last night. 

You'd started slowly, of course. You gave him rewards for handing in assignments on time, taken him out to dinner when he got good grades, and little treats for random things. "Do I always need a reason, baby?" you'd asked him one night as he examined the concert tickets, you'd just given him. You'd been delighted to accept the ticket he gave back to you and had secretly smiled to yourself as Denki had whined and complained that Kirishima had promised to take him! But that was back when Kirishima was spending his money on everything. Now he was just spending it on himself. 

One day, half-joking, you'd gifted him a French Maid outfit to clean your room in. It was just a little too tight for him (he couldn't even do the zipper up!), but it was the creamy white stockings and cute little heels you were interested in. He tried his hardest to clean your room, but after the third time he rolled his ankle, he ended up with you in his lap, and let's just say that your relationship changed from there. 

You'd pushed him back into your bed and felt him up beneath the skirts and ruffles. You left a smattering of dark hickies over his neck and collarbones, moving down his body with clear intent. He was beet red, sitting up and panting as he watched you with wide eyes. Your hands slipped below his skirts and trailed up his legs, and you watched him squirm. "Aw," you teased, revelling in your victory. "What's wrong, does the baby like getting dressed up all cute and ravaged?" 

He stammered with a reply for a moment, but you dipped under his skirt and the breathy gasp he let out as you began to kiss up his thighs was more than worth it. A part of you wanted to pull back out and apply lipstick so you could leave more evidence of your kisses, but there was no way in hell you were going to back down now. You settled for more hickies and a few bites, and by the time you reached your prize, he was hard and throbbing. 

You were the only person with a dorm on your floor (luck of the draw), so you didn't dare tell him he should quiet down his moaning, especially not as you slid the lacy panties reverently down his thighs. 

It was clearly his first time, and he was squirming in your grip as you gave him a teasing lick. A part of you wanted to pull back and tease him some more, but this was too good to pass up. He threw an arm over his eyes and slipped his other hand into your hair. He arched his back as you raked your nails down his thighs, and let out the sweetest noise you'd ever heard, blowing his load directly in your face before you could even get him into your mouth. After you'd finished laughing and wiped his spunk off of your face, you'd given him the sweetest kiss on the cheek. He'd gone beet red as you laughed, and hadn't said no when you promised him a shopping spree because he was just so good for you. 

The sales lady at the lingered store had been surprisingly accommodating when you'd asked her if they carried up to a 3X. 

He'd been your sugar baby for all of first year, even after he got his own allowance from his parents. He'd been your boyfriend the rest of your university career (of course, you still liked to treat your spoiled baby), and a few years out of school he'd asked you to marry him, with that same sweet expression he always had when he told you he loved you. 

The world saw Red Riot as a strong, manly hero that took shit from nobody. They also saw him as hopelessly in love with you (or with Dynamight, depending on which magazine you read). He was a real Man's Man, always on the covers of fitness magazines or advertising sports drinks and protein powders. He advocated for always being chivalrous and brave, but that Manly Men also took the time to be vulnerable and compassionate. 

One thing that hadn't changed since your days in university was the fact that your Eijirou loved to be spoiled. Shopping sprees, private chefs, weekends away… his eyes always lit up no matter what you surprised him with. You were both similarly ranked in the charts, and both made a lot of money, but he secretly adored the fact that you had a bank account you filled up every month just for him. He'd buy whatever he wanted with it, whether it was designer clothes or handbags (for either of you), or any number of things (he particularly liked buying new gym equipment that the two of you most certainly didn't need). 

Today had been a hard day. You'd been overusing your quirk and your muscles were sore, not to mention you'd been working with one Lord Explosion Murder God which meant that you'd been ordered around all day.

When you got home, a note from your husband was laying on the counter. Eijirou would be home a little late, and you could order whatever for dinner. Grumbling to yourself, you refused to take yet another order from yet another person and reheated leftovers in the fridge. Take that, loving husband! 

You ate standing at the counter in your uniform, and after you'd put the dishes away you marched up to your bedroom, already peeling your costume off. You left it on the bathroom floor as you hopped into the shower, and just let the hot water scald your aching muscles. You used Eijirou's body wash because you missed his smell, and changed into your pyjamas while you combed your hair. 

You crawled under the covers and scrolled on your phone for a while, wishing your husband would just hurry up and come home already. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms, hear him tell you all about how he would protect you from the bad things in the world. 

The sound of footsteps ascending the stairs woke you from a restless sleep, and you sat up in bed. How long were you asleep? Was that your Eiji? 

The door opened, and what greeted you took your breath away. Your husband stood in the doorway with a sheer robe, trimmed with red faux fur. It was tied with a ribbon around his waist and accentuated his hips beautifully. He was wearing red lacy thigh highs and nothing else beneath the robe. He completed the look with a set of Louis Vuitton stilettos, which you noticed in passing due to the stunning everything else the Adonis before you was showing off. 

"Hey," he purred. "Heard you had a rough day." He smirked at you as your eyes trailed up and down his body. "Can I make it better?" he took a few steps into the room, undoing the ribbon around his waist teasingly slowly. He opened the robe, letting it fall off his shoulders and rest at his elbows. He had filled out a lot since university, and he was a healthy 7'6 and twice as wide as you. He could lift you with one arm and toss you like a football if he wanted, but as he dropped his robe to the floor and elegantly clicked his way across the room towards you, he had no intention of tossing you around tonight. That thought made sparks dance around your core, and you felt your panties starting to soak. 

You sat up on your knees for a better look at him. He ran his hands over his body, shamelessly showing off for you. His dick stood proud and tall and was already leaking for you. You smiled at him as you slipped into your role. "Did you buy that to look pretty for me?" you asked ever so sweetly. "Sounds like you want a reward." 

He walked right up to the side of the bed with a breathy "Yes,". You leaned up for a kiss and enjoyed the feeling of him smiling against your lips as he took his time with you. 

His hands gently explored your curves, squeezing the plush of your thighs and the soft skin beneath your breasts, and as you pulled back to lick your lips at him, "Anything for you, Baby," felt like the most natural thing to say. 

He crawled into bed, careful not to kick you with his knife-shoes, and placed his wrists at the headboard. You attached the restraints with all the care in the world, and ran your hands over your baby's chest, admiring all of the scars that years of hero work had marked him with. "You're beautiful," you told him, leaning down for another kiss. 

You painted his chest with kisses and hickies, not caring if they'd be visible the next day. Let people stare. Let people know who your man belonged to. 

"I love these too," you ran your hand over his new stockings. "You know lace is my favourite." 

"Always the best for mommy," he purred back, pleased with himself as you explored his body. It had become familiar to you; you knew everywhere he was sensitive. You knew how to get him going, how to slow him down, and how to drive him wild. You shrugged off your own pyjamas and he let out a noise of approval, eyes taking in your curves. "You're stunning." He offered, looking absolutely awestruck. If his hands were free, they'd be all over you, but now was not his turn for control. 

You slid off your panties and tossed them off the bed, eyeing his body up with increasing lust, before suddenly straddling him and sinking down onto him with a small noise of discomfort. He let out a sharp noise of concern and pleasure, gasping. "You've gotta prep yourself!" He hissed, half-drunk on the tight squeeze. 

"Shut up," you answered, and picked up a brutal pace. He let out a strangled noise and arched up into your touch, gasping and whining and looking up at you with eyes clouded by lust as he gave harsh thrusts up into your welcoming body. His hands hardened and unhardened within their restraints, along with a line along his forehead. You wrapped your hands around his throat, and he tilted his head back to bare it to you. His moans crescendoed as you began to put pressure on him, canting your hips faster and faster. 

He was drunk off the lust singing in his veins and bent one of his knees to give you better leverage. You freed one of his hands from its restraint and it immediately flew to your hip to help you ride. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth, and his breath came in desperate gasps. "Gonna cum!" he whined, blinking desperately up at you. "Please mommy! Please let me fucking cum I want to cum so bad!" he babbled, blinking his pretty crimson eyes up at you. 

You gently caressed his face and smiled down at him. You leaned in closer, giving him a deep kiss. "So do it," you growled. "Knock me up." 

His hips faltered and the absolute roar he let out at your challenge sent a pleased shiver through you. He ripped the other restraint right off of the bedframe (along with a chunk of the frame itself) and flipped you onto your back, all without pulling out of you. He kissed you ravenously, his hands squeezing every inch of you. He grabbed one of your tits in one hand as he reached his other down to play with your clit. He threw you over the edge, and as you came around him, his thrusts changed. They were sharp and purposeful as he poured everything he had into your body. 

"Mine," he growled out, sinking his fangs into the tender meat of your shoulder. He didn't dare move as the two of you came down from your highs but rolled the two of you back over so he didn't crush you. You laughed a little and cuddled into his chest, enjoying the warmth of a womb full of his cum and the delicious stretch of him inside of you, not to mention the feeling of utter safety that having his arms around you brought. "I love you." He purred, giving your forehead a kiss.  

"I love you too," you answered back, smiling up at him with tenderness. 

"Did you really mean it?" he traced his hands over your back, massaging your tender shoulders. "You want to start a family?" 

"Mhm," you nodded tiredly, before looking back up at him once again, echoing your earlier promise: "Anything for you, Baby." 

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[wayward-dreamer]

Life’s Lessons - Part 8

Title: Life’s Lessons - A Lesson in Acknowledging Feelings

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader (eventual)

Other Pairings: Female!Reader x OMC - Mark, Female!Reader x OMC – Ethan (past, mentioned)

Word Count: 7,651 (texts, thoughts, song lyrics in italics). 

Part Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday dinner, which quickly takes a turn when Mark forgets himself and insults someone. Despite trying to cheer her up, Y/N begins to have her doubts about Mark after another chance to take things to another level, fails.

Warnings: Angst, Insecurities, Dean’s self deprecation rears it’s ugly head, Mark being an ass, Fighting, Making up, Smut: Handjob, Vaginal Fingering, Protected sex, Premature Ejaculation, Female Masturbation. 18+ ONLY. Fluff, Dean being sweet (yes, that’s a warning)

Music: Good Love by Briana Buckmaster, Love Is a Battlefield by Pat Benatar (Y/N and Charlie getting ready scene), Take My Breath Away by Berlin (Y/N and Mark making up scene).

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A/N: Thank you for your wonderful comments and words of support! It means more to me than I’ll ever be able to properly express! I really hope you enjoy the rest of this journey as we move forward! Happy reading and enjoy! :)

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Friday brought not only Y/N’s birthday dinner later that night, but a full school day and Ben’s last day. Y/N stood to the side as she watched him hug all of his friends’ goodbye at the end of the day, her heart breaking a little as she saw a few of them wipe tears away. There were promises of visits in the future, catching up online and even playing video games. It was always hard to leave your school friends behind, and Y/N thought about how it wasn’t much different than when she left her home to come to Lawrence.

She smiled as she saw Ben walk over to her, a small gift in his hand. She smiled at him as she opened it, “World’s Best Teacher” printed in black letters on a white mug.

“I love it” she told him.

“Thanks for everything” he said, smiling.

“You’re so welcome. I know you’re going to do great” she smiled, lifting her hand. He high fived her. He picked up his bag and walked towards his mom’s car, Lisa leaning against it. As Ben said one last goodbye, Y/N took a deep, nervous breath as she saw Lisa walking towards her.

“Lisa.” She nodded as she steeled herself.

“I just want to say thank you for everything you’ve done for Ben” Lisa said, a small smile on her face.

“Well, he’s a good kid and I’m sure he’s going to do really well for the rest of 8th grade and into high school” Y/N said, a small smile on her face too.

Lisa nodded, looking like she wanted to say something else. “I just… I want to apologize. If I’ve ever been awful to you-” she said, but Y/N cut her off.

“It’s forgotten” Y/N said, simply. She wanted to let everything be in the past now that Lisa was starting over in her old hometown.

Lisa nodded, as she looked at Y/N. “He needs someone like you.”

Y/N blinked a couple of times, shaking her head. “I don’t-” Lisa smiled, causing her to stop what she was saying.

“Someone who’ll love him for exactly who he is and won’t try to change him into something he’s not” she explained, shaking her head.

They looked at each other for a few moments, before Lisa offered up her hand. Y/N took it, shaking it before letting go.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N” she said, as stepped back a couple of steps.

“You too” Y/N said, giving a nod as she watched Lisa turn and walk away.

She watched as she and Ben got into their car, and pulled away from the curb, driving away. Y/N hadn’t been expecting any kind of apology from Lisa, but at least it meant there was no ill will, and everyone could move on with a peaceful mind.

Y/N looked at herself in the bathroom mirror, as she pinned her hair back on the sides slightly, to be out of the way while she did her make-up. Charlie was next to her, using Y/N’s hair curler to fix her hair. Y/N’s “Badass Women” playlist was on in the background, Pat Benatar among others helping them to get ready for the night. She laughed as she watched Charlie trying to re-enact the moves from Love Is a Battlefield. Cas and Meg would pick them up soon to drive into the city for her birthday dinner.

“Dorothy’s coming to dinner straight from work. I’m really happy you’ll finally get to meet” Charlie smiled.

Y/N smiled too. “Me too. I’m excited to hear what she’s been up to in Chicago. What she can talk about, at least.”

Y/N went back to getting ready. She did her make-up, lighter this time than when the girls went out together; the night she met Mark. She put on her foundation, did a very light pink eye-shadow and winged liner, and a pink lip. She smoothed down her high-neck, long-sleeve top and made sure it was tucked into her leather mini-skirt properly. She went to her bed and sat down, lifting her leg to put on her black over-the-knee heeled boots, over her thigh-high stockings which disappeared under her skirt.

Charlie had just finished getting ready in a blue dress and brown boots, when they heard a car horn sound a few times. Y/N put on her silver dangly earrings, and then put on her long fawn coat. She picked up her small black bag as Charlie walked out first, and locked up her house. She and Charlie sat in the back of Cas’s car as he drove them into the city, through the drizzling rain.

Once they got to the restaurant and sat down, they all relaxed a little, thankful they made it in time. Dorothy arrived just as they sat down, coming in straight from work. As their first round of drinks came, Y/N frowned and looked down at her phone. Mark hadn’t called to say he was running late, which led her to conclude he was still working.

“Y/N, any word from Mark?” Meg asked, slightly concerned.

Y/N tapped her phone and didn’t see any notifications, as she shook her head. “No. He must be running late at work. He said he’d leave early, though.”

“It’s pretty bad out there, I made it here just in time before it started coming down” Dorothy said, looking outside the window at the rain.

“Well, hopefully he’ll be here soon” Charlie assured her, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah” Y/N frowned, pressing the phone to her ear as she tried his number again.

Another thirty minutes passed with no word. She had called him and left a message when he didn’t pick up, plus sent him a few texts. She was about to give up and start thinking the worst, when Mark walked through the door, weaving around the tables with an umbrella and a bouquet of roses in one hand, and a small wrapped box in the other. Y/N got up with a smile and met him halfway, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Her heeled boots made her only an inch or two shorter than him. He was unfortunately still in his suit from work, but at least he looked good.

“These are because I’m late” Mark said, handing her the flowers. “This is because I adore you” he kissed her forehead, then handed her the gift. “And this is for your birthday.”

“Thank you.” She pecked his lips quickly before they came back to the table and sat down. She decided to ignore the fact that he got her roses, which she didn’t like. He didn’t know that yet and she didn’t want to hurt him by saying anything in that moment. Mark sat down on the other side of her, next to Meg. He quickly ordered a scotch and soda when a waiter walked by, before turning to the group.

“Well, it’s good to see everybody” Mark smiled, his arm automatically going around the back of Y/N’s chair, his hand caressing her arm.

Y/N opened her gift from Mark and gasped. It was a beautiful silver bracelet. “Oh Mark, it’s beautiful! Thank you!” she leaned in and kissed him, softly.

“I’m glad you like it” he smiled as he looked at her, fondly.

“I really do, but I said no presents.” She shook her head at him, opening the clasp of the bracelet. He took it from her as she offered her wrist. He put it around and closed the clasp.

He leaned in, his lips close to her ear, in a hushed tone. “Well, that’s what a boyfriend does.”

She looked up at him, smiling tentatively. “Boyfriend, huh?”

They hadn’t labelled anything yet and it still felt too soon, but maybe they were at that point and she just hadn’t realized.

“Yeah” Mark said, simply.

After a round of drinks, they ordered dinner. They mostly talked about work as Dorothy filled them in what she could talk about from an assignment in Chicago. Meg told some tales of the hospital, skipping the details as they were eating. Mark spoke of the ad agency and their latest campaign, and Y/N, Charlie and Cas told them how school was going. Once dinner was done and cleared, no one really felt like leaving.

“Should we head to a bar?” Charlie suggested.

“Yes, definitely” Mark laughed. “Y/N?”

Y/N thought about it for a second before smiling. “Fuck it, it’s my birthday weekend! Why the hell not?”

Cas laughed as she linked her arm with Meg’s. “We need to get her out of the school setting more often.”

Charlie nodded as she agreed with them, following behind everyone as they searched for a bar that had space for them.

They found a place that was playing good music and sat down in one of the quieter corners, that had leather couches and throw pillows. They all spread out on the three couches, but Cas got up to order them drinks. While he was at the bar, Y/N looked around, her head bopping to the music as she looked around the place. She liked the vibe, a very whiskey lounge feel, but with framed movie posters on the exposed brick wall and more than whiskey on the drinks menu.

As Y/N looked around, her eyes drifted over the bar in the centre of the room, with bar stools all around. On the far end, she noticed two men laughing about something. As one of them paid for their drinks, the other got up from his seat and put on his leather jacket. Her eyes widened as she noticed it was none other than Dean.

Dean looked around the bar as Sam paid for their drinks. This time. He had met him after work for a drink, something they did as often as they could on Friday’s, when Sam wasn’t too busy with case after case. He shrugged on his leather jacket, ready to head home and kick back with another beer and watch something on TV. He looked around the room, his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets as she saw Y/N looking back at him. What was she doing here?

“You okay, Dean?” Sam asked, having finished paying. He followed his brother’s line of sight and frowned. “Who is that?”

“Um… my-my neighbor, Y/N” Dean stuttered as he replied. He saw Y/N look away, distracting herself with conversation. Cas was there, so was Meg, Charlie, Dorothy and of course, Mark.

“You should go say hi” Sam said, jerking his head in that direction. “She knows Cas?” Sam asked, as he spotted their friend, as he put on his black coat over his charcoal suit.

“Yeah, she’s a teacher at the school” Dean said, looking at his brother.

Sam looked at Dean, narrowing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing” Dean replied, too quickly as he glared at Sam.

“You’re such a liar” Sam chuckled. “Man, if I didn’t have to pick up food for dinner and get home before Eileen, I’d stay and get the full story.”

“Well, you better go before she gets back from work” Dean said, practically shoving Sam before he decided to stay.

“You should go over there, stay” Sam smiled, knowingly. “I want the full story soon, alright?”

“Would you just get, please?” Dean said, gesturing to the door.

Sam laughed as he shook his head, waving at Cas as he had looked up and had noticed them now. Sam quickly left, opening his umbrella as he walked down the path.

Cas waved Dean over, causing him to inwardly cringe. He really didn’t want to go over there but he knew he needed to. Were his friends swearing allegiance to Mark now? He needed to know more. He quickly ordered a whiskey, having stuck to beer with Sam knowing he had to drive back, but knowing he needed something stronger now. He walked over, watching Y/N shift on the couch, closer to Mark, who sat up a little, reaching his hand over.

“Good to see you again, man” he said, offering his hand.

Dean quickly shook it, making sure to let go quickly. “Yeah. So, what’s going on here?” He asked, looking at everyone before his eyes landed on Y/N.

“It’s my birthday dinner” she replied, smiling softly.

“Oh” Dean nodded, a small smile on his face. “Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

Y/N smiled in return. “Thanks. It’s actually on Sunday, but this one” she said, as she looked over at Charlie. “Had the genius idea that we should do dinner and drinks tonight.”

Dean sat down next to Cas.

“Yeah, she’s pretty smart alright” Dorothy laughed, looking at her girlfriend. Charlie rolled her eyes with laugh and gave her a quick kiss. Dean’s whiskey arrived at the table, and Mark sat forward.

“Alright” Mark got everyone’s attention as he picked up his drink and held it up for a toast. “Happy Birthday to Y/N, who’s about to be 28 years young.”

“Happy Birthday Y/N!” everyone called out as they raised their drinks, clinking their glasses together.

Y/N smiled as Mark leaned over and kissed her, softly. When she pulled away, she saw Dean looking at her and felt her heart sink. She hoped that she wasn’t flaunting her new relationship in his face, beginning to feel like crap, like she might be doing exactly that.

Dean hadn’t realized that’s how old Y/N was. He could see that she was younger than him, but by 7 years? He hadn’t thought it would be that much of a gap. What the hell was she doing kissing him, a guy so much older than her, when she could be with anyone her age? And she was. Or least Mark didn’t look much older than her, maybe a year or two. Dean scowled. She was really better off without him.

There was mostly small talk of the latest Marvel movie that had come out, and then how they hoped the Kansas City Chiefs would fair this season. Dean and Y/N’s eyes kept meeting during conversation amongst everyone, and they’d quickly look away at something else, trying not to bring attention to themselves. Dean felt his blood boiling as he saw Mark wrap his arm around her and them smiling at each other. At one point, as Dean thought he was discreetly looking at her, he caught Mark’s eye and knew that he had been caught. He gulped as he sipped his drink, hoping to a higher power that didn’t come back to bite him in the ass.

There was another round of drinks where they somehow got onto the topic of dream holidays. Dean felt like he couldn’t contribute to that considering the farthest place he had ever been was still within the U.S. He knew that he should’ve left a while ago, but somehow someone would keep the conversation going, and it was hard to find an exit point.

After that, they got back onto the topic of jobs when Mark realized he didn’t know anything about Dean. Y/N frowned when she noticed Mark sway a little as he sat up, knowing he had drunk too much and hoping he’d stop now.

“So, Dean” Mark sat forward, his arms leaning on his knees. “What do you do? I don’t even know.”

“I’m uh, I’m mechanic” Dean cleared his throat against the roughness from the alcohol. “It’s our family business. My grandmother was a teenager when her mother started it during WWII. Then my dad grew up there and started working there. Then me.”

“Wow” Mark nodded, but he scoffed a little. “Really?”

Dean eyebrows furrowed, wondering why he’d be confused by that. “Yeah.”

Mark hummed as he raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his drink. “Didn’t you want to do more with your life?”

The silence that fell around their little corner was deafening. You could hear a pin drop despite low hum of other patrons in the bar and the music, and you could cut the tension with a chainsaw; the sound of it would’ve been welcomed at that point.

“Mark” Y/N hissed as she glared at him. She could feel the anger rising within her.

Dean gave him a tight smirk, jaw clenched as he looked down at the amber liquid in his glass. He looked up at Mark and pinned him with an unreadable expression. “And what’s that supposed to mean, exactly?”

Well, I just mean it’s kind of a limiting job, isn’t it?” Mark shrugged. “I know-” Mark started again but Y/N cut him off.

“Mark” she said, through gritted teeth. “That’s enough.”

Mark looked at her and his face fell. He quickly realized his mistake.

“Well, I’m pretty sure there’s absolutely nothing wrong with the path Dean’s taken” Charlie chimed in, glaring at Mark.

Dean looked at her with a small smile. He winked at her and then looked back down at his glass, downing the last of it like a shot.

“You don’t know me, Mark. I don’t give a fuck what you think about my life” Dean said, getting up from the couch. “I’m getting another drink.”

“I’ll come with you” Cas said, joining him as they both walked away.

Dorothy excused herself to the restroom, as Meg and Charlie and started whispering amongst themselves. No doubt talking about what just happened.

Y/N turned to Mark, absolutely fuming at this point. “How could you say something like that?”

Mark had realized that got a worse reaction than he thought and turned to her with apologetic eyes. “I didn’t mean for it to sound so bad.”

“If you knew him, you’d know how hard he’s worked to get where he is. You’d know that he has all of these amazing plans to expand and build the business even further” Y/N told him, defending Dean and his passion for what he does. His love for what he does.

Mark looked at her, a confused look on his face. “He’s told you all that? When?”

“It doesn’t matter when” she sneered. “He did tell me, yeah. He’s a good man and he doesn’t deserve what you just said to him.”

He rubbed his face, written with worry and guilt. “Fuck.”

“I think you better go over there and apologize” she said, still glaring at him.

He nodded but took her hand in his. “I’m sorry” he whispered, looking at her. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, her anger coming down to a simmer. “We’ll talk about it later.”

Mark nodded, looking like a kicked puppy. He picked up his drink and got up from the table, walking towards the bar where Dean and Cas had gone.

Charlie turned in her seat as Y/N turned to her friends.

“You okay?” she asked, rubbing her hand up and down Y/N’s arm.

“Yeah” she sighed, as she lifted her hand patted hers. “I just can’t believe he said that.”

“He’s had a bit to drink, maybe he can’t hold his tongue quite as well as others” Meg shrugged.

“Yeah, maybe” Y/N muttered, shaking her head as she looked down at the table.

Dean waited for the bartender to bring him a neat double of whiskey, as Cas stood beside him. He wasn’t ordering another as he still had to drive the girls back home.

“You alright, man?” he asked, patting Dean’s back.

“Yeah” Dean nodded. “He just doesn’t give me a good vibe, that’s all.”

Cas looked at his friend. Dean was almost never wrong about the vibes he’d get from people. He tapped Dean on the back as he saw Mark walk over. Dean turned around, sighing heavily as he saw him. Cas patted him on the back before he walked away, when he saw Meg waving at him to come back.

Dean really didn’t want to see him right now, but he also knew that Y/N probably had something to do with this, so he would have to. For her sake.

“Listen, Dean… I am so sorry, man. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk, I-I feel like crap” Mark apologized, looking scared.

As much as Dean wanted to take him because he was bigger than Mark and absolutely could, he wouldn’t do that to Y/N.

“We’re good” Dean nodded.

Mark sighed in relief. “Great.” He was about to walk away when Dean stopped him.

“Can I give you some advice?” Dean asked, jaw clenched as his gravelly voice was eerily calm.

“Sure.” Mark gave a small nod to continue.

“You can say whatever you want about me, I don’t give a shit.” Dean pinned him with a glare. “But you better make it up to her.” Dean looked over at Y/N. She was trying to smile as the girls were most likely distracting her, but it wasn’t reaching her eyes.

“Yeah” Mark sighed. “I think I’m in the doghouse.”

“Well, you did just ruin her night, so I’m pretty sure that’s not uncalled for” Dean sneered.

Mark shook his head, squinting at Dean but he didn’t say anything.

“Just…” Dean said, trailing off as he continued to look at Y/N. He turned to Mark and knew that despite his doubts, he had to trust that this guy would be good to her. “Take care of her. Okay?”

Dean drank the last drop of his drink and didn’t wait for Mark to say anything. He left his glass on the mahogany surface of the bar as he walked away. He heard Mark walking behind him, and once Dean turned, he saw Y/N hug him.

“Alright, we’re going to head out” Cas said, wrapping his arm around Meg. They both hugged Y/N as did Charlie and Dorothy, who were going with them.

“See you tomorrow night” Charlie told her. Y/N, Charlie and Meg had planned a girls’ night in, wanting to wake up on Sunday for Y/N’s birthday.

“Can’t wait” Y/N smiled, as she squished her friend in a hug.

She pulled away, seeing Dean put on his leather jacket. Dean looked at her, offering a small smile.

“Bye” he said, quietly to her.

“Bye.” Y/N had only just managed to get that out as he walked away towards the exit.

“Are you going to be okay to drive?” Cas asked Dean. Dean knew that it was more than just about driving home, though.

“Yeah, didn’t have a lot with Sam. I’m good” Dean nodded.

“Okay” Cas said, as they hugged, tapping Dean on the back a few times and pulled away.

Everyone went their separate ways with promises to catch up soon.

As Dean drove home, he thought about what had happened at the bar. He loved what he did for a living and he was proud of what he had achieved. It just pissed him off that Mark assumed he knew his life. He really gave off a weird vibe and he really hoped that Y/N would be safe with him. She had already been with one asshole. She didn’t need another.

Y/N walked into Mark’s apartment, dropping her bag on the kitchen bench along with her flowers, and hanging her coat on one of the high stools at the kitchen bench. She looked around the studio apartment, with its big windows that gave a great view of the city around them, clean industrial lines and steel applications in the kitchen. She turned to face him with a look of sadness mixed with raging anger. He shut the door and turned to her, still sporting that kicked puppy look, as he took off his suit jacket and hung it over the back of another kitchen bench stool.

“I’m so sorry I ruined your night, baby” he bemoaned, standing in front of her now. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“Just promise me that you’ll never talk to people like that again” she said, firmly. “I mean it, Mark.”

“I promise, honey. I do. I really do” he stammered, trying to reach out for her hand.

“I really do mean it, Mark. I hate seeing people being put down for the things that make them happy. I won’t stand for it” she repeated her meaning, sternly.

“I promise, Y/N. I swear it” he pleaded, his hand still out.

She eyed him, really looking at him to see if he was telling the truth. He seemed genuine enough even though there was still a bit of doubt in her mind, but she had to take a chance.

She offered her hand, smiling slightly. “Okay.”

He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Her smile got a little bigger at that, as he pulled her in.

“Let me make it up to you now” he said, taking out his phone. He pressed a few things and suddenly music started to play within the apartment.

“You’re cheesy as hell, Mark Jenkins” she snorted. He was far too charming and managed to somehow get her out of her mood, which she was grateful for, as he tried to salvage this night for her.

“Oh, you love it, Y/N Y/L/N” he smirked, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.

Watching every motion

In my foolish lover’s game

On this endless ocean

Finally lovers know no shame

Turning and returning

To some secret place inside

Watching in slow motion

As you turn around and say

Take my breath away

Y/N wrapped her arms around Mark’s neck, pushing herself closer to him as they kissed, heatedly. Soon, all of their clothes were being thrown off and around the room as they kissed. She reached out and took his length in her hand, stroking him as he leaned down and nipped at her breasts through her light blue, lacy bra. His hand came down and rubbed the outside of her matching panties, and she felt herself growing wetter as he continued to touch her.

“Fuck, that feels good” Mark groaned, as her hand continued to pump him, her wrist twisting every time it moved up over the head. It prompted him to hook his fingers in her panties and move them to one side of her inner thigh. He rubbed his fingers against her pussy, feeling how wet and warm she was. His thumb circled her clit as two of his fingers slipped inside her, moving in and out, causing her to throw her head back.

“Mark” she moaned as she looked up at him.

Mark lifted her up and carried her across the large studio apartment, gently dropping her on the bed. He reached for her thigh high stockings and pulled them off one at a time, before pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them over his shoulder. She pushed herself back to rest her head on the pillow, as Mark opened the drawer of his nightstand, taking out a foil packet. Y/N gulped, slightly nervous as she remembered how things went the last time they got to this stage. She pushed the thoughts away, as Mark opened the packet and rolled the condom onto his hard length.

Mark held himself up on his hands, as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed her, as he guided his shaft to her entrance. He pushed into her slowly, until he was buried inside her. She sighed at the feeling of him, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He pulled back slowly, before pushing in again. Her hips met his, signalling to speed up. He began thrusting a little faster, causing her to moan. His eyes fluttered closed as he continued to move inside her.

“That good?” he asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah” she moaned. “Keep going.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby” he groaned, as his thrusts started to become faster.

Y/N frowned a little, as she looked down to see him moving faster.

“Mark, wait-” she said, but was cut off by his loud grunt.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” he called out, his hips bucking into hers.

He thrust into her one last time and groaned again, as his release filled the condom. His eyes were still closed as he rolled off her and onto the bed, breathing heavily. Y/N eyed him with wide eyes, not being able to believe what just happened. He came. After 10 seconds.

“That was amazing” he muttered, a grin on his face.

Maybe for you she thought to herself.

Mark opened his eyes and took the condom off. He threw it in the trashcan next to the nightstand and cleaned himself with tissues. He turned back to her with the same grin, leaning his head on his hand.

“You came, right?” he asked, his other hand running up her body, cupping her breast over her bra.

She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings and say “no, because you finished before we even really started”. Did he really think she had? If he had to ask, that means she didn’t. Clearly he didn’t know that.

She smiled up at him. “Yeah.”

“Good” he smiled, as he leaned in and pecked her lips.

Mark got up from the bed and she watched his naked form walk into the kitchen to get some water. She felt horrible for lying, but she wasn’t going to hurt his feelings and bring it up just after sex. Well, lack of sex for her. She sat up on the bed and found her panties on the floor. She picked them up and put them back on, and then put on her thigh high stockings. She got up and started searching around for her clothes. Mark watched her and raised an eyebrow as she started getting dressed.

“You’re leaving already?” he asked.

She fixed her skirt into place, as she tucked her shirt back in. She looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah. I should really go. The girls coming over tomorrow, and I want to clean the house before they do.”

“Okay.” He nodded, slightly disappointed. “I’ll call you Sunday” he promised.

“Looking forward to it” she whispered against his lips.

She pecked him once again and moved away. She slipped her boots back on and walked over to the bar stool to pick up her things.

With one last look at Mark, she blew him a kiss and then walked out of the apartment. In the Uber back home, as she stared down at the roses in her lap, she lamented to herself about how familiar the disappointment she was feeling in that moment was to the last time she and Mark tried to sleep together. Before he couldn’t keep it up, and now he couldn’t last a little longer. She thought about how maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe he was tried from work, but it didn’t seem like he was. Maybe if they tried again, he would be fine. She shook her head as she lifted it to stare out the window, rain droplets rolling down the surface.

Maybe it was her fault. Her past insecurities started to circle around her mind, as she came to the conclusion that maybe he wasn’t attracted to her. He kissed her like he was and touched her like he was, but maybe when it came down to sex, she just didn’t cut it. If he couldn’t keep an erection and now, he couldn’t hold back his release for a little longer, then maybe he was trying to rush everything because he couldn’t stand to be near her.

She really hoped that wasn’t it and it was just the evils of her past emotional abuse popping up again to play mind tricks with her.

Later that night, she was in bed and staring up at the ceiling. Having been left completely unsatisfied with her sexual encounter, she was now incredibly frustrated. A thought came to her as she turned on her side and opened her bottom drawer. She reached in and took out the item she was looking for, placing in on the bed next to her as she turned onto her back. She closed her eyes, as her hand moved down to her breast, her nipples straining against the fabric of her oversized sleep shirt. She rolled the nub between her thumb and forefinger, biting her lip as she began to feel her walls clench from what she was feeling. Her hand moved down under the covers and pulled the bottom of her sleep shirt up. She began to rub her fingers over her panties, feeling her arousal begin to wet the fabric.

Her mind conjured up images of her boyfriend, images that morphed into fantasies of them ripping each other’s clothes off, as his hips moved against hers, her head falling back against the pillows. She quickly moved her panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet as her hand reached for the pink stimulator. Turning it onto the first setting, she held the mouth of it to the bundle of nerves, instantly feeling the vibration run through her body.

She moaned loudly; knowing that no one would hear her in her own house was freeing, allowing her to be as responsive to her own pleasure as she wanted. She felt the wetness between her legs grow. The image of them locked in passion suddenly changed. Instead of Mark, she was seeing Dean on top of her. He looked so goddamn gorgeous and he was making noises come out of her that she wished he could do in real life. Her moans became louder. The vibrations continued to stimulate her clit, bringing her closer to her release.

“Dean!” The loud cry of his name left her lips, as the coil snapped and she came, her arousal slicking her inner thighs.

She smiled as the dream faded and her eyes opened, her breathing deep and heavy as she came down from her high.

As Y/N stared up at the ceiling, her breath settled back into a steady beat. The clouds of sexual fantasies in her mind cleared. However, as they did, nothing had changed. She could still see his beautiful face smiling at her, still feel his muscles against her hands. Like it had all been real.

She found herself wishing that it was, and not feeling guilty at all that it wasn’t her boyfriend she had been thinking of.

The next morning, Dean stood outside on his porch, waiting as Lisa and Ben picked a few last-minute things from the house. When Ben walked out, Dean gave him a small smile, but the kid could barely look at him, glancing away as he walked down the porch stairs. It was killing Dean to know how unhappy Ben was, but at the end of the day, the kid would’ve suffered if he and Lisa had stayed together. Dean wished he had realized that sooner, but at least Ben was still a little young to understand adult problems.

Lisa walked out of the house and down to the car, putting some things in the trunk and making sure the trailer was secure. Dean walked up to Ben, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“You take care of your mom, okay?” Dean asked, as Ben looked up at him.

He gave a little eye roll but nodded. “Yeah.”

“Here.” Dean took out an envelope from the back pocket of his jeans and handed it over to Ben. “This is for you, use it for whatever games you wanna buy, okay?”

Ben’s eyes widened as he opened the envelope. “I can’t-”

“You can, just don’t tell your mom until you have to” Dean winked at him and helped Ben stash it in his backpack. Once he dropped his bag in the car, Ben launched himself at Dean, hugging him.

“Make good choices” Dean said as he hugged him.

“I will” Ben nodded.

He pulled away and looked up at Dean one last time. Dean never thought he would ever even feel like a father figure let alone a father, but with Ben he got to experience it for a few years. He was going to miss this kid grow up but he knew that he made the right decision. For everyone.

Ben sat in the car and waited for his mother. Lisa walked over to Dean, her hands in her back pockets.

“All set?” he asked, as if she was just an acquaintance, and not someone he had spent the last 3 years with. That’s how it felt now.

“Yeah” she said, quietly. “Dean, I’m so, so sorry.”

This was about the hundredth apology he had gotten from her since the night they called it quits. He knew she felt bad and so did he by the end of it after what happened with Y/N, but the time for apologies was done. It was time to move on.

“It’s okay.” Dean leaned forward, and for one last time, he planted a kiss on her head. “Take care of yourself, Lisa.”

“You too, Dean” she said, her eyes looking misty as she looked up at him.

Dean watched as they drove away, feeling lighter than he ever had in 3 years. It dawned on him that he was alone now. It scared him but maybe he needed some time before he found himself in another relationship. Maybe that’s what Y/N was doing with Mark, too.

They would find their way to each other. They both just needed a little time.

Dean picked up his keys from inside and got into the Impala, driving into the main town square. It was Y/N’s birthday tomorrow and he needed to pick up something specific for her. He just hoped he could find it.

Y/N wiggled her fingers as she admired the fresh, dark lavender nail polish on her nails. The girls had come over to stay the night for her birthday the next day, and Charlie had insisted on doing her nails. They all sat at the dining table, an extensive range of polishes in front of them.

“Are we good with ordering Chinese tonight?” Y/N asked, in between blowing on her nails.

“Definitely” Charlie replied, a look of pure concentration on her face as she painted Y/N’s nails.

“Absolutely” Meg replied too, as she painted her own in black nail polish.

“Awesome.” Y/N shifted in her seat to move her other hand in front of Charlie.

“So, how was last night?” Meg asked. “Did everything go okay after we left?”

“Yeah, we talked. He apologized, I told him he couldn’t say stuff like that again. He was pretty remorseful, and I know he had drunk a lot, so I forgave him. I know he won’t do it again” she replied, a little too confidently.

Meg frowned, slightly as she looked between Y/N and her nails. “I sure hope so.”

“He won’t, Meg” Y/N promised.

“He better not” Charlie said, her tone quite angry.

Y/N sighed and looked at her redheaded friend. “How’s Dean?”

“He’s fine, really. He never lets this kind of stuff get to him” Charlie replied, looking up at Y/N from her nails. “I just don’t get a good vibe from Mark.”

“What?” Y/N asked, confused as she shook her head.

Meg and Charlie looked at each other, and Meg shrugged. Charlie looked at Y/N. “Are you sure he’s a good guy? Like… actually good? Not just putting on a show to impress everyone?”

Y/N bit her lip, not knowing to respond. She had started having her doubts after the incident last night, and knowing her friends were feeling the same didn’t bode well.

Meg looked at her and decided that they needed to steer away from this. It was best for Y/N to make her own mind up about this.

“So, after that…” Meg changed the subject with a smirk on her face. “Did… anything fun happen?”

Y/N gulped, her eyes shifting back and forth as she tried to come up with something to say. “Um… yeah. I mean, we-we um-”

“You what? Spit it out, Y/N” she said, her smirk getting wider.

“Did you guys do it?” Charlie asked, curiously.

Y/N huffed a laugh. “Yes.”

“And?” Meg asked, confused.

“And…” Y/N started, watching her friends listening intently. “He came. After ten seconds.”

Both Charlie and Meg’s eyes were blown wide as their mouths fell open.

“Ten seconds?” Meg asked, still shocked.

“Give or take” Y/N replied.

“Y/N…” Meg shook her head, not knowing what to say.

“He was probably just tired from work or he drank too much at the bar. I can’t base what he’s like in bed on this experience” Y/N explained, looking between her friends.

“Yeah, don’t look at me for this one. Sorry” Charlie stated, putting her hands up, as she got up to get herself a drink from the fridge.

“No, you definitely can’t. You just have to try again, when you know he won’t be so tired, and he hasn’t had so much to drink” Meg said, completely straightforward.

Y/N sighed in relief. “So… this is happened with you before?”

Meg smirked a little. “Well, not with Cas, but with other guys before him… yeah. Once or twice.”

“Okay” Y/N nodded. “This has never been an issue with anyone. I mean, bad sex in general, yeah… but never this.”

“Yeah, it can pretty awkward” Meg agreed. She frowned when it looked like Y/N was holding something back. “What?”

“We tried once before… last week and… he couldn’t keep it up” Y/N said, frowning.

“Fuck” was all Meg could say.

Y/N laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “Yeah.”

“Okay… I’m gonna be really honest here” Meg said, turning to Y/N. “You need to make sure this is genuine. Not just that you want this, but he wants this, too. If he’s serious about you, then you guys can talk about it and try again and put in the work.”

“You’re right” Y/N nodded, a new determination in her.

As the girls carried on with their girls’ night in, ordering Chinese food and watching their favorite rom-coms, Y/N felt better with what happened with Mark. Talking to Meg had cleared her of any insecurities she had when she was coming home after it happened. She had a feeling that things would be okay if they talked and tried again.

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Y/N! Happy Birthday to you!” Meg and Charlie sang at the top of their lungs as they burst into her room the next morning.

Y/N groaned but laughed as she woke up, sitting up in bed as she rubbed her eyes. The girls dragged her out of bed as she grabbed her fluffy robe and walked out to the living area with them. They had birthday cupcakes for her, which Charlie revealed she went and got from her place after buying them the previous day. There were some balloons and confetti on the table, and also coffee to go with their cupcakes.

“I love you both so much” she said, hugging them before they all sat down and enjoyed the little desserts for breakfast.

They had a great time continuing to chat about anything and everything. Y/N smiled as she realized how lucky she was to have these amazing women in her life. They had both helped her through a lot, some of it from her past with Ethan, and some of it from her present with Dean and now Mark. She missed her family, but she was beginning to feel like she had one in Lawrence, too.

Once the girls left after insisting on cleaning up their mess, Y/N got phone calls from her parents, her sister and brother-in-law and the kids, Katie and lastly, Mark. She was feeling the love from everyone and she couldn’t believe how happy she was. This time last year was a challenging time for her, getting over her break-up and going to therapy. Now she was in the best place she had ever been. There still some hurdles to face, but she knew those would work out the way they needed to.

As the sun began to set on her birthday, Y/N sat down and relaxed, saving her task of grading papers for her free period and lunch at school the next day. Just as she sat down to enjoy Chinese take-out leftovers and a FRIENDS re-run marathon, her phone chimed with a message. She picked up her phone and looked at the screen. Her eyes widened and her heart began to beat rapidly as she saw who it was from.

Dean: Happy Birthday, Y/N. Check your front door. You can make your dad jealous now ;)

Y/N frowned, shaking her head with confusion. She got up and walked over to the door. When she opened it, she looked around to see no one outside. Shaking her head, she was about to close the door when something on her doormat caught her eye. A large flat square badly wrapped in silver wrapping laid on the mat. She picked it up and walked back into the house, closing the door. She frantically unwrapped the gift, desperate to see what it was. She gasped as she stared down at the gift. She smiled as her eyes glistened.

It was a record. The Led Zeppelin II record she told him she still didn’t have, when she was at his house for dinner. He remembered something she just mentioned, just in conversation. He actually remembered.

She hugged the record close to her chest. She shook her head as she thought about him, and the thoughtfulness of this gift. He knew she loved the band, almost as much as he did, and he went out of his way to get her this.

How the hell was she supposed to move from him if he did things like this for her?

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[watxrsfinxstarlight]

!! quinn fabray -- glee !!

full name: Quinn Lucy Fabray

occupation: actress

dob: Feb 1st (25 - 30)

gender & pronouns: cis-female & she/her

orientation: bi-sexual & romantic / monogamous 

background

hometown: Bellville, Oh, USA (raised in Lima, Ohio after 8th grade)

father: Russell Fabray

mother: Judy Fabray (nee: Babin)

siblings: Frannie Fabray (older sister)

child(ren): Beth Corcoran (adopted by Shelby Corcoran)

pet(s): n/a

physical

faceclaim: Dianna Agron

height: 5'6

eye color: green

tattoo(s): flower on her lower back (covering a previous tattoo)

other

moral alignment: chaotic neutral

mbti: entp | debater

enneagram: 3w2 | charmer

temperament: choleric

zodiac: aquarius sun | taurus rising | libra moon

house: slytherin

biography

tw: pregnancy, manipulation, religion Quinn was one of the most popular students at William McKinley High School. She was President of The Celibacy Club, the captain of the cheerleading team, the Cheerios, and a member of both The God Squad, and New Directions. She was also in the prom court in her junior and senior years. 

Quinn joins the glee club with Brittany Pierce and Santana Lopez to spy on her boyfriend, Finn, impressing the Glee club director, Mr. Schuester, with their song. She is upset when explaining to her cheerleading coach, Sue Sylvester, as to why she had joined. However, instead of being angry, Sue orders Quinn, Brittany, and Santana to be inside spies on the Glee club to help her bring it down, to which Quinn agrees. 

Her life took a drastic turn when she became pregnant with Noah Puckerman's, Finn's best friend, baby. She lied to Finn and tricks him into believing that she got pregnant when he ejaculated prematurely when they were in a hot tub. Puck confronts her knowing it's his child, but Quinn says she doesn't want him to be part of it.  After finding out Quinn is pregnant, Terri Del Monico, Will’s wife, approaches her and asks Quinn to give her baby to her, because she is faking her own pregnancy and can't tell Will she's not pregnant. 

While trying on her dress for the Chastity Ball, Quinn's mother notices it's no longer fitting Quinn because her baby bump is getting very round and showing more and her mother says to exercise more. Quinn's father pops into the room and tells Quinn he wants to have Finn over for dinner. At the dinner, Finn sings to Quinn in front of her parents, which Quinn is angered by at first, but soon turns heartened. After Quinn's father angrily interrupts the song, he confronts Finn and Quinn about her being pregnant. Finn says they didn't have sex, but he doesn't believe Finn. Quinn is upset that her mother must have known that she was pregnant but did nothing out of fear of what Quinn's father would say. After the fierce argument between them and Quinn's father, he kicks her out. Finn brings Quinn to his own home, and his mother tells her she can stay with them as long as she needs to. The truth eventually comes out and Finn and her break up. 

Quinn performs with New Directions at Regionals. After they perform, Quinn speaks to her mother, who informs her that she kicked her father out because he was having an affair and wants Quinn and her grandchild to move back in with her. Quinn then tells her mother that her water just broke and she is rushed to the hospital.  Afterward, at Regionals, Quinn gives birth to her daughter, Beth, whom she gives up for adoption to Shelby Corcoran, the birth mother of a fellow Glee club member.

The next year Quinn comforts the new kid, Sam, and helps him clean up after he had slushies thrown on him for joining glee club. Later, they agree to sing a duet together for their weekly assignment, but when Sam tries to kiss her, she panics, fearing that by getting into another relationship, she would be going down the same path she did last year and she would lose her newly regained popularity. She decides not to sing with him. However, Rachel and Finn convince them to pair up again. The two are non-exclusive for a while but while Quinn is alone with Sam in the astronomy classroom one day, he tells her he loves her. Then he gets down on one knee and she starts freaking out because she thinks he's going to ask her to marry him, but wants her to accept a promise ring from him. Quinn tells him it's a maybe. This changes when Sam stands up for a fellow Glee club member who had been harassed all year long. Quinn approaches Sam telling him how she was proud of him for taking the lead and standing up. She then points out that the whole time they've been talking he hasn't noticed that she was wearing the promise ring on her hand, which she stole after breaking into Sam's locker with a nail filer. Unfortunately, this relationship does not last as Quinn ends up cheating with Sam with Finn, who had recently broken up with his girlfriend, Rachel. 

During her senior year Quinn is found with a brand new image over her summer vacation, as she has turned punk and joined a girl gang, The Skanks. Shelby Corcoran returns to Lima with Quinn and Puck's biological daughter, Beth. She extends an offer to Quinn and Puck to see Beth, but only Puck accepts Shelby's offer. Puck tries to tell her to listen to Shelby but cuts him off. Quinn yells at Shelby saying she is Beth's real mom and storms out of the room. Later, Shelby tries to tell Quinn to notice what she has done with her life. However, once Quinn sees a photo of Beth on Shelby's cell phone, she reconsiders changing her attitude and decides to go back to her old image. Quinn asks to rejoin Glee Club, and she is welcomed back with open arms. Puck tells her that he is proud of her, but she says that all she wants is to regain full custody of Beth, and if dying her hair back to blonde and pretending she is special is what she's got to do, then she'll do it. The next week, Puck and Quinn convince Shelby to let them babysit Beth for a night of her choosing. Quinn plants false evidence to frame Shelby as an unfit mother in Shelby’s apartment so that she can call child service and get full custody of Beth. Quinn tries to join the Troubletones to get closer to Shelby, therefore closer to Beth. Puck later tells Shelby about the objects she placed around her apartment. Quinn later goes to Shelby's place, bringing a present for Beth and questions why she hasn't been allowed to join the Troubletones. Shelby refuses to give Quinn answers so they have a disagreement on what motherhood is. Later Quinn comes to Shelby's condo bringing a present for Beth. Shelby tells Quinn that she knows about the plot to get Beth back. Quinn says Beth is her baby. But Shelby says, "It's not about whose body she comes out of. It's about accepting the fact that you don't matter anymore, that your feelings and that your life and that your body, they all come second to making sure that the child is happy and safe." Quinn tells Shelby she doesn't know anything because she was a "cashwhore" with Rachel. Shelby, outraged, kicks Quinn out. Before leaving, Quinn asks if Puck gets to see Beth but Shelby cuts her off and says, "We're done here." Shelby points out that Quinn taking out her nose ring and dying her hair blonde again doesn't change anything. 

One night, Quinn invites Puck to her house that Friday night as her mother would be attending a Christian wine tasting cruise the entire weekend. Puck declines, though she promises him that if he comes over, she would allow him to have sex with her, but he still rejects her. Though the two are later seen in her bed making out and about to have sex, Puck stops in the middle of it to make sure it doesn't going any farther considering that he doesn't have a condom but Quinn tells him that it's fine because she wouldn't mind getting pregnant with him again, they could make another 'perfect baby'. He apologizes to her for letting her down when she needed him and makes her realize that she doesn't need anyone else to make her special. He says that she's the one person he believes is going to get out of Lima and 'make something of herself', and he envisions her someplace warm and glamorous. Touched by his speech, she asks him to stay with her, lie with her and hold her, which he does. Then, she asks who he's angry with and Puck tells her that he had been sleeping with Shelby. She goes to Shelby and tells her what she knows. Shelby apologizes to her and tells her that she needs to enjoy her youth because her beauty will not go, but she will get older.

Quinn’s life had many downs, but she did have her fair of ups as well. She was accepted into Yale and studied acting. She is now a small actress and is hoping to have her big break.

[reddit-tales]

What was the sexual education disaster from your school?

In 10th grade our health teacher asked for volunteers to demonstrate putting a condom onto a banana. Weirdly, she asked one student to put the condom onto the banana and another kid to awkwardly stand there holding the banana "erect." The two guys who volunteered were best friends. One of them was very popular and the other one was a bit of hanger-on. People used to speculate that he had a thing for his popular best friend, although that was probably just teenagers being gossips. When the two of them stood up to do the demo, people whispered to each other and laughed a little bit, probably because of this rumor.

The popular kid was the one holding the banana erection and the hanger-on was the one demoing the condom. When the chuckles started, the popular kid began to blush, which of course made the whole experience feel more intimate. Suddenly it's a classroom of 10th graders watching a maybe-besotted hanger-on intimately handle his best friend's banana. As the hanger-on began rolling the condom down the tip of the banana, the popular kid, grimacing with embarrassment, squeezed the base of the banana a little too hard, and the banana burst. The peel split on the sides of the banana. The mushy fruit spurted out. The banana had prematurely ejaculated.

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