#Shit had me giggling profusely

[estelle-skully]

found an absolute banger of an image on pinterest so i drew my pokemon oc over it

the context? Idk make up your own

Heres the og for anyone who wants it

[shrenvents]

Professor Howlett

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, no protection, fingering, vaginal, doggy, pet names, squirting, age gap (legal!)

Pairing: Logan Howlett/Wolverine x Student (Mutant) reader

Summary: Your history professor always seemed uninterested in you, that was until you missed his class.

Word count: 2.7k

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Throughout high school I’ve always kind of stood out. To be honest, I only have myself to blame. Bright colours and statement pieces are just so much more appealing, than wearing something ‘plain.’ Unfortunately, I did more than just “stand out” that day, just three weeks away from senior graduation. That fateful day, I was so close to the finish line, before my stupid ex-boyfriend discovered my secret, and outed it to the entire student body.

That I’m a mutant…

That was what led me across the coast, for most of the past year, running from god knows what. I heard the stories of mutants being hunted and gone missing, and I didn’t intend to stick around long enough, that I wouldn’t at least make it to my 20th birthday.

However, my days of swindling folks of cash and food came to a halt, when I spotted a man with red-tinted glasses watching me. His invested gaze observed my every movement, so I grabbed all my shit, and the last bit of petty change I managed to get, and sprinted into a crowd.

Just as I thought I was in the clear, my face collided with a colossal, firm chest. I pressed the heels of my palms into it, and felt the cotton of his white shirt, and the rough, yet smooth texture of his worn-in, leather jacket.

Logan Howlett, or should I say, Mr. Howlett, my history Professor... After he and Scott captured me, they dragged me by the ankles to their school for the “gifted.” I cringed when they said where we were headed, but once I arrived and saw all the kids, like me, going about their lives, free, I knew everything would be more than okay.

And one thing I knew for sure, is that I wouldn’t mind attending Mr. Howlett’s class. Did I know shit about history, yes. But I’ve always had a thing for the older guy, and from what I’ve heard, he’s more than enough in that department.

...

This morning, racing out of my room, I swore profusely at my tardiness... Just my luck. The one day that week I get to see and listen to Logan talk for an hour straight, my alarm malfunctions.

Multitasking between attempting to put on my hot-pink heels, wrapping my sparkly bag over my shoulder, and shutting my door, I missed the approaching figure behind me.

“It’s past 11 am, where do you think you’re headed?” I swivel on my toes, spinning to face Storm. “Class?”

“The only class you have left today kid, is at 2. You’ve managed to miss the rest already,” she scolds flatly.

“Noooo,” I fake astonishment and defeat, as I slowly back away from Storm's scrutinizing stare. She calls my name after I’ve taken at least two large steps backward. “Logan wants to see you,” she states, exasperated.

“Oh?” I straighten out, stopping my next step short. “Ok!” I exclaim, a little too perky. She huffs a faint smirk and walks off, and I take flight, zooming to Logan’s class, where he’s most likely dozed off.

Lo and behold, after knocking once and receiving no response, I open the door to see him snoring. With his legs fully extended, and feet resting on his desk, I bask in his lengthy physic. I giggle and then go towards him.

Mr. Howlett?” I say, clearing my throat loudly, he grunts in his sleep and I smile. “Mr. Howlett?” I say even sweeter. A second later, I swear he mumbles my name and my heart stutters, but he’s still sleeping. I move in closer to his ear. “Logan,” I announce rigidly, and my change in tone makes him flinch, legs falling off the table, eyes popping open.

He rasps my name, voice echoing through the classroom. I refused to move away from my position, wanting to seem unaffected by him, but I was anything but. With his lazy eyes roaming over my skin, my heart races wildly. He clears his throat, and rolls his eyes away after taking in my attire, as he usually does —gives me a once-over, and rolls his eyes back to his focus on his lecture.

“You missed class, that isn’t like you,” he notes, almost to himself.

“Yes and I’m sorry-“

“I hope it wasn’t because you were too busy picking that outfit.” Logan scoffs and my eyes widen. He’s always made snarky comments, and this wasn’t anything new, but every time he does, I can’t help the boiling feeling in my lungs, that makes me rise to defend myself. “No, maybe I just felt like sleeping in?” I declare. A short-lived chuckle escapes him. “And you’re just gonna admit to that?” He smirks as he faces me. “I don’t like kids skipping my class.”

“First off, I’m an adult, second, you don’t care when kids skip your class,” I retort, with a growing smile, beaming across my face. Though, his complimentary smile, drops as mine comes to full form. He’s never seemed fond of my smile, or maybe it’s just me.

“You don’t skip my class.” He states once again, and my head quirks in confusion. “Um, I’m sorry?” I compromise, “It won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” He remarks dangerously. My brows furrow.

“Okay, I don’t get why it matters so much to you Mr. Howlett.” I place my hands on my hips, gazing down at him in his chair like I'm reprimanding a child. Which he is not akin to.

He lifts from his chair, standing up. I gasp as he towers over me. “Watch your tone, or I’ll fail ya,” he counters, fighting a smirk, staying stoic. “What?” I yelp and his smirk breaks through. My jaw goes slack. “Mr. Howlett, that’s not funny!”

“What’s not funny, is you pretending like calling me 'Mr. Howlett,' doesn’t turn you on.”

I freeze in disbelief. Was this one of my daydreams? Am I really awake right now?

“You heard me, you damn highlighter,” he asserts. “Call me Logan for fucks sake, if you’re a damn adult.” His scratchy voice loses its humour, and I stay frozen to the spot. “Get outta here, would ya,” Logan orders as he leisurely retakes his seat, getting comfortable for his next nap.

Unable to drag myself away, my eyes refocus on the subject of my desires. “Why do I have such a thing for assholes.”

Before Logan can respond angrily, I sit on his lap, dropping my purse to the floor, and straddling his hips. I cup his perplexed face and crash our mouths together, moulding them into one. He grunts in surprise as if he didn’t expect me to retaliate, as if he didn’t expect that I would want him this way.

He half-heartedly pulls away between kisses, whispering my name in small protests, but he gets muffled by my lips and grinds on his lap. Quickly, his objections turn into fierce groans. He takes my hips into his hands, tightly gripping into my flesh as he pushes me back, onto his desk. I whimper as his crotch stays glued to my core, even as we move. One hand then moves from my hip to my neck, holding it, then slowly sliding to my jaw, grasping it in a hungry, pressing kiss. His tongue laps my mouth, completely dominating me, and I struggle to breathe.

Just as I’m about to pull away to comment on how desperate he seems, his other hand flips me over with ease. My stomach is now on top of his desk, his crotch, like iron against my ass, and his hands trace down from my shoulder blades, to my bum. With my head hung over the desk, I pant, practically drooling.

“You’re asking for detention pinky,” he mutters, and I respond by pushing back into his hard cock. “I'm a sucker for extra attention teach,” I mention, as sensually as I could muster. He chuckles lowly, and I shudder. The pressure of his dick doesn’t change, and his hands continue their unhurried venture of me. “You like attention sweets?” Logan questions softly. His tone makes me shiver and whimper, yet again. “I like yours.”

“Just mine?” He questions darkly, telling me he doesn’t actually want any opposition. “Yes,” I whisper.

His voice drops an octave as he swears, rolling his hips into me once. I moan loudly. “Shhhh princess, you tryna alert the entire building?” He asks with amusement evident. I shake my head, no, and he laughs by my ear as he dips down. “Good, because I don’t like sharing your attention,” he says passively. “And I’d like to be the only ‘asshole,’ that gets to see what’s under these ridiculous clothes.”

“Hey!” I object meekly. I feel him smile as he leans away from my ear, and I turn my head over my shoulder to watch him peer down at where our bodies meet. “You probably want me to fuck you on this desk.” He speaks as though I’m not there to hear him. “Ya probably want to be taken here so that every time you’re sitting in my class, you can imagine me deep inside you.” He trails off as his hand pushes up my shirt, touching my lower back.

“But we can’t do that,” he sighs hoarsely.

“Why?” My reply is so quick that I grimace.

“Because, if we did, I’d be hard every time I’m in this fucking room, and that ain’t the smartest idea.” I moan at his crudeness and gasp when he pecks my naked spine, just below my bra clip. “Even your lingerie is pink huh?” He laughs smoothly. “Imagined it would be.” My legs rub together instinctively at his words.

“You imagined it?”

He pauses. “Hell yeah I did, though I tried to fight it,” he muses in between a groan. “It didn’t take me long to figure you wanted this too, princess,” he murmurs pleasantly.

After a long beat of silence and a little grinding, I speak up. “So now what? If you’re not going to make love to me here.”

He slowly pushes the hair over my face, behind my ear, tilting my head to face him just a bit. He then leans down and kisses me on the cheek.

“I’ll come to you,” is all Logan says as he reluctantly wrenches himself from me, after giving my ass cheek a mild slap. I yelp and nearly pout at the loss of touch. We hold eye contact as he backs away. “Get going, otherwise you’ll be late,” he comments airily. I nod and scurry out the room, with a grin plastered on my face.

...

After a long, vigorous rest of the day. I collapse into my plushy bed with a sigh.

“Took you long enough,” a dark voice rings, with a hint of familiar sass. I jolt up to see Logan leaning on my wardrobe. His tight shirt is further strained when his arms cross. “Been waiting to ‘make love' to ya all day,” he claims, with a mocking tone, repeating my "childish" words from earlier. My best guess is that he assumes I’m a virgin, from that sentence alone.

So, in an attempt to remedy my reputation, sitting up on my bed, with my arms bracing my figure, I slowly spread my bent legs. I bite my bottom lip, and his eyes shift down and blacken. “Get on with it then, Logan.” I roll my tongue as his name teasingly leaves my mouth. His head twitches in an almost feral manner, and I gulp.

“You’re asking for it,” is all he mumbles before pouncing on me. Our limbs tangle and I moan as his leg presses into my clothed clit. “Please,” I just about sob, to which he responds with an aggressive kiss and another crushing rub of his thigh. I moan louder, and he grunts, “You like that?” I push my hands into his hair, running my fingers through his thick locks. He lets out a coarse groan.

Loving how vocal he is, I decide to encourage him by groping his cock over his rugged jeans. “Fuck, baby,” he groans out when his mouth leaves mine. He then runs his tongue over my neck and collar, soon nibbling on my earlobe. His thigh continues to make work of me, and I match his pace. “You're so dirty,” he grins while his nose brushes my rosy cheek, and then he's kissing me. “I love it,” he professes with amusement, again, coaxing his tone.

Just as I begin undoing his belt, he flips me over on my stomach like before. Then, when I'm lying flat underneath him, he grabs my hips, to lift them towards his crotch as he kneels above. “I better see a pink thong,” he jokes as he strips me bare. He groans in satisfaction as I’m left in just my underwear for his viewing. “Unreal,” Logan practically purrs.

I wiggle my ass playfully, and he growls and smacks it harder than he did in his classroom. I squeal into my pillow, briskly going quiet when I hear his belt being ripped from the loops of his denim. Leaving my underwear in place, he runs his digits over the lace, making me whine, "Logan."

With his name on my tongue, it shortly turns into a cry as the lace covering my clit gets moved to the side, and two meaty fingers dive into me. "Shit, princess," he rasps. "How am I gonna fit?" He asks rhetorically, and I choke a sob, as he wastes no time building up an energetic pace, with his fingers.

He swiftly tears an orgasm from my trembling body, still holding my hips up with one hand. When his fingers leave, I hear his mouth clean them, and I swing my head to face him hastily, but he shoves my head back into my pillow. "So eager," he more or less snickers.

"Very," my smothered voice emits, barely audible.

I nearly shriek when his tip swipes my wet slit. Logan, without notice, suddenly pushes himself inside me, with an agonizing slowness, but I quietly persist. "Atta girl, that's it," he lazily groans out encouragements. My hands pathetically slide onto his thighs, unsure if I'm urging him for more, or begging for discretion.

At once, he shoves himself in all the way, and I let out an extensive sigh. His palm, which was just holding down my head, joins his other hand on my abandoned hip. He lets out various curses, along with my name, and begins to move, in and out. Soon enough, he's pounding into me at a savage rate, completely untamed. As well, it seems purposeful, how he simultaneously bends down to growl and moan in my ear, still thrusting.

He stirs another orgasm, still notably, not experiencing his own. "You look real pretty like this princess," he begins to ramble. "Gonna do this every fucking day." The rest of what he says gets lost in translation, as I grow overwhelmed and overstimulated.

Thoughtlessly, I try to crawl away while he still has my lower half hoisted up. Once Logan realizes what I'm up to, my pitiful effort has him laughing. "Where ya going?"

"Lo, it's too much-"

"Lo? Call me that again, it's cute," he hums.

"No more," I whimper, ignoring him.

"Just one more baby," Logan coos, while somehow increasing his pace, making me cum instantly, squirting a little. His moan rumbles in his chest, and he doesn't stop hammering into me. I grip my headboard, and one of his arms stretches alongside mine, to do the same.

When he cums, his grip snaps the wood, breaking a part of the headboard, making me shout in between sobs. He seems to not notice the damage, too busy finishing on my backside.

After a long minute, he slumps his large frame beside me. One of his arms stays drifting across my skin as his eyes intently coast over my features. "Maybe consider skipping my class more often," Logan expresses as his lips slightly tip upward. He presses his lips onto my shoulder. I smile, giggling, "Why?"

"Cause it doesn’t matter where I fuck you, there's nowhere I won't get hard looking at that pretty face," he smiles dreamily, "And you're impractical wardrobe.”

I giggle, "You truly have a way with words," I pause and smirk, "Mr. Howlett."

He rises onto his elbow with a devilish grin, "Now you're really asking for it princess."

Part two

[judyvan]

No Hands - Chris Sturniolo Fanfic

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Summary: After picking on Chris for being an extremely touchy person, the two of you make a bet. Will Chris be able to control himself long enough to win?

Warnings: MDNI/ smut/ chrisxfem!reader/ bf!chris/ unprotected p n v (use a fucking rubber)/ oral (fem receiving)/ touchy! chris x needy! reader/ competitive! chris/ use of "you"/couldn't tell ya how many words

A/N: Time for a Chris fanfic! I am still new to writing, so bear with me. The song loosely relates to the fic. Interactions are appreciated! Pls don't steal my shit. Thx!💋

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"Keep your filthy fucking paws off of me," Nick says pushing his brother, Chris, away from him. Chris had wrapped his arm around Nick's shoulders as the two of them spoke.

Your boyfriend Chris is probably the most physically affectionate person that you know. He is always eager to touch those he cares about the most. Whenever it comes to you, Chris loses all self-control. He needs to be touching you in some way at all times; like he'll go insane without the feeling of your body against his in some way, shape, or form.

"You have got to be the touchiest motherfucker that I know, seriously," Nick continues, dusting the remanence of Chris' hands off of his shoulders.

"Shut up," Chris chuckles, pushing Nick backwards.

Nick looks up shocked. His eyes move back and forth from yours and Matt's, Nick and Chris' other brother. You and Matt begin to laugh uncontrollably.

"Please tell me you two fucking see this. I mean this is absurd! Even when I ask him not to touch me, he touches me. It's crazy!" Nick states completely dumbfounded.

Chris is laughing along with you and Matt. He begins to walk towards Matt, reaching out to grab his arm as he loses control of his body.

"Don't bring that shit over here," Matt says out of breath, wiping the tears from his eyes, failing to reel himself in.

Chris looks at you through squinted eyes. You simply open your arms as he walks towards you. He knew that you wouldn't turn down his touch. Chris stands in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head in the crook of your neck, laughing profusely into your skin.

"Can we please talk about this?!" Nick begins, still completely shocked. "I have never seen anything like this. Like he actually needs to be studied. He has always been "touchy feely", but ever since he got a girlfriend, it has multiplied by a gabillion." The room is still filled with the laughter of Chris and Matt, yours no longer producing noise.

"I mean seriously, I feel so bad for you. I can guarantee that you never get a fucking second to just breathe!" Nick exclaims.

You somehow manage to catch your breath and gain composure.

"It doesn't bother me. I've gotten used to it," you reply, rubbing your hand up and down Chris' back, attempting to calm him down.

Nick releases a scoff, letting you know that he doesn't believe you.

"Anyways, back to what I was saying," Nick begins shaking his head. He's looking at you, the only one stable enough to understand him. "Me and Matt are going to the store; do you want us to get you guys anything; besides some fucking giggle juice?"

"No, I think that's all we need," you reply, letting out a small laugh. Your whole body is now shaking at the intensity of Chris' reaction to Nick's last statement.

"Alright, we will be back in a few hours," Nick says, practically dragging Matt out of the door, him and Chris continuing to crack up.

The door shuts and Chris is eventually able to control himself. He pulls his head out of your neck and looks in your eyes, a huge grin spread across his face.

"Let's go to my room and find something to do until they get back," Chris says, his fingers running up and down your sides. You meet his lips with a short peck.

"I've got something in mind," you say smirking at him.

The two of you walk to Chris' room, holding hands of course. You have been trying to convince Chris to watch all of your favorite movies and now is the perfect time to start. Chris turns on the movie, "Five Feet Apart," and the two of you lay in his bed. As the film goes on, you can't help but think about what Nick was saying earlier. You are now very observant of how often Chris asks for a kiss or squeezes you tighter. When he gets up out of bed to grab a drink, you begin to laugh out loud at your own thoughts. Chris comes back into the room as you're laughing uncontrollably, trying to think of any moment he has spent any amount of time without physical contact.

"What the fuck is so funny?" Chris asks, taking a sip of his Pepsi as he stands in his doorway.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed to face your boyfriend.

"I was just thinking about what Nick was saying. I genuinely cannot think of a time that you went 5 minutes without touching me," you say.

Chris smirks and shakes his head. He begins to walk closer to you.

"Do you really think that I touch you a lot?" he asks, taking another drink.

"What do you mean think? You can't keep your hands off of me," you let out a small laugh.

"Yes, I can," Chris states in a cocky manner. "You touch me just as much as I touch you." He sits his drink down and gives you a smug look, stepping closer to you.

"Fine then. Let's make a deal. Until Nick and Matt get back, we have to keep our hands to ourselves. You can't touch me, and I won't touch you," you flick your brow up as you propose the idea to Chris.

"And why would I do that?" he says, laughing at your playfulness.

“To prove a point.”

Chris looks around the room for a second, thinking about what you said.

“How about we make this a little bit harder, since Nick and Matt aren't here,” he says, an arrogant look on his face. Chris bends down to whisper in your ear. “How about I do some things that make it harder for both of us to keep our hands off of each other.”

He then places an open-mouthed kiss to the spot right behind your ear. He tugs lightly on the bottom of your earlobe before pulling away. The combination of his warm breath, wet kiss, and teeth pulling on your skin, sends a feeling of arousal throughout your body. Chris looks at you with a shit-eating grin on his face, clearly able to see what he's doing to you.

"And why would I that?" you say, mocking him. Chris' eyes trail up and down your body, not missing a single curve.

"If I win, I get to touch you anywhere I want, wherever I want, anytime I want for a week, and you don't get to say shit to me about it." Chris runs his tongue across his bottom lip as he finishes his sentence. Just the thought of having any part of you at his fingertips whenever he pleased made him grow hard.

"And if I win," you start, noticing the tent forming at the crotch of his pants, " I get to wear as little as I want, whenever I want, and you can look all you want, but you can't touch, for a week." You smile up at Chris, seeing him picture you in the smallest article of clothing in his head.

"I think you've got yourself a deal," Chris says, moving even closer to you.

You lift off of the bed slightly, sliding your hands underneath of your ass, pressing them into the bed. Chris places his hands on the bed, one on either side of your hips. Your lips connect almost immediately, the two of you aching to touch now that you can't. The kiss is deep and passionate, the both of you long for more. You remove your hands from underneath you, pulling off the shirt and pants you're wearing. Chris' lips leave yours and meet your collarbone without hesitation. His hungry kisses across your skin deepen your desire for him to touch you. Chris has seen you in a bra and underwear plenty of times. Removing your clothes doesn't seem to faze him much.

"This is too easy," you say, a smile spreading across your face. Your hands reach behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You drop it on the floor, scoot away from Chris, and lay down on the bed.

Chris stands up completely. His eyes roam over your entire body, lingering on your breasts. Lacking a good poker face, Chris' expression confirmed that you just made things 10 times harder for him, in multiple different ways. He tugs at his bottom lip as he soaks in the amount of skin you have exposed.

"That's not fair," he laughs, his eyes touching every part of your figure that his hands should be feeling.

Chris removes all of his clothes, only leaving his boxers. Your eyes trail over his body. Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his underwear. A small chuckle escapes Chris' lips at your face. His eyes never leave yours as he removes his underwear seductively, his entire body now on display.

"Now we're even," he says. Chris moves across the room and climbs on top of you, careful to keep both of his hands on the bed.

The air chills your uncovered body. Chris' lips only momentarily heating the areas that they touch. It isn't enough. You need his hands on you. Messy kisses are placed all around your frame as he travels down you. After reaching the waist band of your underwear, Chris moves directly to your inner thighs, devouring them. Your hips begin to buck upwards, wanting his mouth on the place covered by soaked fabric.

"Take them off," Chris says placing a single gentle peck to the front of your underwear.

You shake your head while biting your lip. You earnestly wanted his hands on you and refused to help him out any longer.

"You do it," you said, your heart racing.

"I'm not losing this bet," he responds placing a gentle kiss to either side of your pelvic bone. Suddenly, his tongue slides under the left side wing of your underwear. He pinches the material between his teeth and slides one side of your underwear down to your thigh. He slowly moves to the right side of your body and performs the same motion. His intention is to draw this process out as long as he can, hoping you'll cave. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. Tongue, bite, pull, switch. As soon as one side reaches your ankle, you begin to shake them off yourself, flinging them into the floor.

"Someone's impatient," Chris smiles. He knows you won't last much longer.

His head dives between your legs, his tongue licking up the need that is dripping from you. You let out a whimper, gripping onto the bed sheets, miserably trying to keep your hands busy. Chris' tongue splits you in half as his nose applies pressure to your clit. He begins to speed up his motion, his tongue now forming small circles around your most sensitive area. Your legs begin to squeeze inward, Chris' head between them acting as a magnet. You can't help but squirm, the intense feeling of pleasure taking over your body. All of your movement is making it difficult for Chris. He is unable hold your legs down, forcing them to stay put.

"If you don't stop moving, I'm going to have to stop," he says, momentarily pulling his lips off of you.

Your moans get louder as Chris proceeds to eat you out. Your legs begin to shake as you attempt to keep from moving, not wanting him to quit. His tongue slips inside of your opening. Your back arches off of the bed. He begins to eat you as sloppily as he can, wanting more than just his tongue to be inside of you. Your toes start to curl. He begins to shake his head back and forth, his tongue flicking in all directions, only stopping to suck on your ball of nerves. You cling onto the sheets for dear life. You're starting to get close. Don't do it. Your hands lose their hold on the bedsheets and find themselves in Chris' hair as you practically levitate off of the bed.

"Oh fuck!" you scream, on the edge of release.

Chris pulls away from you. You did touch him after all. Suddenly his eyes meet yours from in between your legs. His thumb brushes over his lips, gathering all of your remnants before sucking them off of his skin.

"I win," he says with a cocky smirk.

In a swift motion, Chris grabs your leg and throws it over his shoulder, plunging himself inside of you, burying his dick as deep in your walls as possible. As he thrusts in and out of you frantically, his hands touch every part of your body, making up for lost time. The two of you moan loudly at the feeling of him touching you inside and out. It doesn't take long before your stomach clenches and you reach your orgasm, Chris' warm cum coating your insides at the same time. As the two of you ride out your high, your hands continue to feel every part of each other. Chris slumps on top of you, wrapping his arms around you, and burying his face in your chest. Your arms embrace him, pulling him closer. After a few moments of relishing the feeling of you both on top of one another, Chris leaves your body to grab a towel and pull on his clothes. As he cleans you up, he makes sure to touch you in every way he can. He throws the towel on the floor and grabs your clothes, insisting on dressing you as well. He starts with your underwear and pants, wanting to see you topless as long as possible. Before putting your bra back on, he takes your breasts in both of his hands and squeezes, kissing you tenderly.

"You better get used to that," he says, pulling away from your mouth and sliding your bra on. "I've got a whole 7 days to do that whenever I want."

For the next week, Chris took as much advantage of his prize as possible. When meeting up with his family he would hug you as long and hard as he could. When around his brothers at home, he would palm your ass with both hands, squeezing roughly and kissing you with passion. Even when hanging out in public settings with your friend group, you would find at least one of his hands wandering from your thigh and meeting the sweet spot in between your legs.

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To see how Chris takes advantage of him reward in more detail, click here to read: 7 Days (“No Hands” Extension)

[loserboysandlithium]

Drunk Dial: Eddie Munson blurb

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.

[entitled-fangirl]

A soft spot.

Cregan Stark x Targaryen!reader

Summary: During the celebration of the birth of Rhaenyra's son, the reader meets the Starks.

A/n: I have to stop writing shit that can make a great series if I ALWAYS FORGET TO WRITE THE SERIES WTF but anyway. I'm gonna tryyyy to write at least one more part to this

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The second the great Lord Rickon Stark saw her, he knew she could've been a Stark in another life. He just knew it.

But she wasn't. She was the Targaryen Princess.

…

With the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's fifth son, Viserys II, the King threw a celebration. A proper tourney, feasting, and the most important: the lord's vowing their alliance to the family once again.

One by one, each Lord was expected to step in front of the intimidating Iron Throne to vow to both Viserys and Rhaenyra to protect the newest addition to the Targaryen line.

Y/n Targaryen stood idly by with her family between her brothers, Aegon and Aemond. 

She and Aegon had always been close, their teasing and playful personalities often getting them in trouble. Aegon had always wondered what would have happened if Alicent had betrothed him to her instead of Helaena. 

He leaned down and whispered to her, "Which lord do think is shitting his pants right now?"

Her brows furrowed as she looked at him, but he only smirked and motioned for her to look. 

She looked over the crowd, her eyes pausing on a particular man that was sweating profusely. An unexpected chuckle came from her throat. She slapped a hand over her mouth to hide it. 

Aemond let out an annoyed scoff and glared at her. "Control yourself, sister."

She cleared her throat and nodded. But still she bit her lip to keep the smile from growing. 

The next Lord moved forward and began to speak to the King and Rhaenrya.

Aegon smirked and leaned down again, "I mean really, do you think he's ever seen a real person before?"

A loud giggle left her mouth, echoing through the throne room. 

Pure silence followed, every head turning in her direction. 

Her cheeks turned a bright pink when her father gave a stern look. "Apologies, father. It will not happen again."

King Viserys shook his head in mock annoyance and turned his attention back to the Lord in front of him.

When everyone's attention returned to the throne, she sent her elbow into Aegon's stomach and he let out a grunt.

Lord Stark stood not far from the royals, a smirk on his face the entire time.

…

That night, Lord Stark managed to speak to the girl. His northern accent was thick as he spoke, "Your brother seems a right cruel one to get you in trouble, eh?"

The princess turned to him, "I'm sorry?"

"No, pardon me," He took her hand and kissed it as expected. "'m Lord Rickon Stark of the North."

Her eyes lit up. "Lord Stark, yes. Thank you for journeying so far."

He chuckled and shook his head, "'Tis nothing if it is for the King. I've come for every celebration of every royal birth. Even yours, Princess."

She smiled. "That was some time ago, my lord."

"Indeed."

A voice interrupted them. "Father."

"Ah, my boy," Rickon patted his back firmly. "Princess, this is my only boy, Cregan."

Her eyes met Cregan's, getting lost quickly.

He was a firm and gruff man, that much was obvious. Standing taller than his father, Cregan was built sturdier than the Wall itself, broad shoulders and a strong back hidden under his surcoat. The wolf sigil laid proudly on his chest, but her eyes didn't even journey that far.

"I… M… My Lord…"

Cregan looked between her and his father, "I apologize, princess, if I am interrupting in any way."

She shook the thoughts from her head, "N… No. No. You are not, I promise."

Rickon Stark's smirk grew into a grin.

Cregan nodded, "That is a relief indeed." He looked around before giving his full attention to her finally. "My father has journeyed here many times, but I'm afraid this is my first since I was a mere boy of 4."

"Four? And for what reason was that?" She asked curiously.

"The celebration of Prince Jacaerys' birth." He smiles, "That was many years ago."

"Yes," the words slipped from her tongue lightly as she continued to study the man. 

Silence lulled over them, but they did not mind. 

Cregan noticed her wandering eyes, and his head tilted as his soft grin grew.

Finally, she broke her train of thought again and turned, "Pardon me, Lord Rickon-"

Rickon had disappeared into the crowd without excusing himself, and the two hadn't even noticed until just then. 

Cregan let out an amused chuckle when her cheeks warmed with embarrassment. "My father has been most excited since we arrived here."

"For what exactly?"

"It's," he chuckled again. "It's an embarrassing tell, I'm afraid."

She shook her head, "Do tell me."

He crossed his arms in thought as his typical northern demeanor returned, "I shouldn't. It is not mine to tell, Princess, but my father's."

She hummed, disappointment flashing across her face. "Ah. I apologize. I should not pry at what is not my business to know."

He shook his head, "Consider us even." Then his head turned back to the festivities. "Do excuse me, Princess. It has been a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well." 

She'll remember how delicately he had kissed the back of her hand.

…

"Sister, you've been quiet all evening. It is worrying," Aegon grinned when she later sat at the high table. 

She leaned to him, "Perhaps because you made a fool of me earlier."

"You know it was all a jest of good fun," he sipped his wine, "Father wasn't even mad at it."

"We were supposed to be respectful to Rhaenyra and her child!" She rubbed at her forehead. "Perhaps you and I should not stand together during serious moments."

He scoffed, "Sister, if we did so, we'd never be seen together again." He took a bite of food and spoke, "This castle is only ever serious."

She finally grinned, "I fear you're right."

Her gaze looked out over the many tables, finally resting on the form of Cregan Stark. His back was to her, practically giving her nothing to note, but she continued to stare. 

Until her eyes wandered just barely past him to see Lord Rickon Stark looking back at her with that same knowing grin and twinkle in his eye. 

She froze before giving him a nod of her head in acknowledgment and then looked back down at her plate in front of her. 

This was going to be a long week.

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A/n: *rubbing my hands together like a little fly* the things I'm thinking yall

Taglist: @twinkletwinklenotastar, @kidd3ath,@yujyujj, @misswynters, @cosmosnkaz, @sithapprentice, @kaniromi, @lovemesomevesey, @its-jackie-bb, @8812-342, @thorins-queen-of-erebor, @kingdomzeldaquest @nyxbranwenn, @callsignwidow, @a1lexh-blog, @alyssa-dayne, @ethereal-athalia, @ashovertheriver

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

MILF

Tags: Toji x Reader, nsfw, mdni, breeding kink, unprotected sex, car sex, daddy kink

Synopsis: Toji loves fucking milfs. Send tweet.

An: I love how we all collectively as a fandom decided Toji is the nastiest mf out there. I just really feel like he is down w everything.

Toji thinks it’s adorable when you’re apologizing profusely for canceling plans on him again. Kid’s gotta come first, right? He knows that being a single mom is hard, and that you wouldn’t be cancelling plans so often if you didn’t have a kid.

He doesn’t mind sitting with your kid while you take a while to get ready. He sits next to your son on the couch and plays xbox with him, telling you to take your time. He knows you don’t get to get out too often. Hell, your kid probably doesn’t know what a babysitter is because you never know how to take a break.

Toji finds you stunning as soon as you walk out of the bedroom in that sexy black dress. He doesn’t even mind that your snot nose brat just killed him in whatever game they were playing. “Haha! I beat you!” Your son gloats. While you talk to the babysitter about what your kid can and can’t have, he leans over towards your son’s ear. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna go fuck your mom, so who’s really winning?”

He has to practically drag you out of the house, placing his hand on the small of your back as a firm guide towards his car. He knows how badly you need “adult time”. You’ve complained plenty about only hanging out with your kid and having no social life.

His excitement grows as he watches you get tipsy off one glass of wine. You really don’t get out much, do you? He carefully walks you back to his car after dinner, and you’re just gushing over your little brat back at home. He’s had to stop you from calling the babysitter like 5 times to check up on him.

“Too busy takin’ care of everyone else, ma. Let me take care of you.” He mutters in your ear as he parks his car in the middle of nowhere.

Toji fucking loves the curves that come from childbearing, and don’t even get him started on the stretch marks. He’s a fiend when it comes to your full breasts that aren’t as perky as they were before your son.

He adores how moms aren’t afraid to get it on anywhere. They know the value of time, and they never know when another opportunity will arise. They take it when they can get it, and right now, you’re taking it in the back of Toji’s car.

“Mmmn~ shit. You swear you’re not a virgin?” He moans as your gummy walls squeeze tightly around his length. You’d giggle at his comment if you weren’t so full of his cock. You can only manage to let out a pathetic quiet whine.

“Nuh uh, louder baby.” He instructs as he works on stretching your cunt out. “Tonight’s all about you. Let me hear you.” A more confident moan falls from your lips from his words, and he grins behind you, loving the way you sound while you struggle to take him all in.

Toji has you face down ass up in his back seat. Your ass ripples with each time he plunges his thick cock in and out of you. The car fills with the nastiest noises straight from your sopping wet cunt. He swears to god moms always get the wettest. Their bodies are experienced, knowing more lubricant helps ease his cock in and out.

“Fuuuck, ma. You feel so fuckin’ good.” He groans behind you as his hips continue to slap against your asscheeks. “Makin’ me want to breed this pussy for myself.”

“Ngh~ T-Toji!” You cry out as your face is pressed to the leather of the seat. Your mouth is slightly agape, drooling everywhere from being so cock drunk.

“Hm? What you think about that, ma? I could give you another little brat to raise.” The car creaks and rocks back and forth with each harsh thrust. His eyes are fixed on your juices that are pooling around the base of his cock.

“I- … oh god, fuck~” You don’t even have it in you deny him. His cock feels so fucking good; you don’t want to say anything to make him stop. You need this.

Slap!

His hand connects with the fat of your ass as he swats at you. “Not an answer, ma.” He grunts as he leans his weight onto you, using it to his advantage against your poor sticky cunt. His large hand presses between your shoulder blades, holding you down to the seat.

“B-breed me!” Your voice cries out in a tone you’ve never heard before.

“Thaaat’s it.” He drawls with a smirk as his hips start to pound harder. “Good girl. Usin’ your words like that f’me. Daddy’ll give you what you want.”

Toji leans his head back, basking in the way your pussy is practically crying for him. Oh, the things flooding in his mind right now are downright fucking filthy. Thinking about how pretty you’d look pregnant with his kid. Thinking about giving your son a little sibling.

“Ohh~ my g-god… pleaasee.. I’m gonna come..” Your poor voice sounds so fucked out, your hips start to move, bouncing back against him while chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck yeah, ma… That’s it. Fuck me back.” He praises as his hand starts to massage your pillowy ass. His lewdly balls are clapping against your clit, stimulating you as well as making the most erotic noises. “Cum on daddy’s fat cock. C’mon. I know you can do it.”

Within seconds, your pussy is clenching around him, milking him for all he’s worth while your orgasm washes over you. “Shiiiit~ ma.” He hisses as he has to force himself to keep thrusting. His cock is throbbing from how sensitive he is right now, on the brink of his orgasm.

“Fuck. Toji, Toji, Toji..” You feel tears spring into your eyes as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. Overstimulated tears stroll down your cheeks as your body is so sensitive.

“Keep sayin’ my name, ma. Keep sayin’ daddy’s name.” He groans as he leans more into you, almost mounting you at this point. “Ngh~ gonna put a baby in you, okay ma?”

“Please—“ You hiccup as your body is continually getting wrecked.

A growl rips through his throat as he yanks your hips back into him, shoving himself as deep as your body will allow, and his cock pulses as he spills deep inside you.

Toji loves takin’ pretty mamas like you home after he’s finished ruining them. The way they half waddle and stumble back onto the house with his cum still nestled in their cute cunts. He imagines they try to sober up enough to kiss their kids goodnight before they get the best sleep of their life.

It ain’t much, but it’s honest work for Toji. 🫡

tags: @lemonlimecrystal-blog @theuniversesnepobaby

[reiderwriter]

If your requests are open could I get a fic where Spencer lost his virginity to bau!reader the night before and when he comes into work the next day Morgan is like ‘you look different’ (you know that stereotype that people you know well can tell when you lose your virginity) and bau!reader is like yeah you do why is that Spencer🤨 lmaoo

A/N: This was a really fun request to write! Nice, short and sweet! I hope you enjoy it~♡

Warnings: implied sexual encounter, some suggestive talk, mentions of virginity.

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“Wait, kid, hold up, something’s different. You get a haircut or what?” 

You tried your best not to giggle profusely as the blush crept up Spencer’s neck to sit prettily across his cheeks. It had only been an hour since you'd left him sleeping soundly in your bed after a night of well… ravaging him. 

Spencer Reid, your beautiful, awkward, nerdy, and charming coworker was no longer a virgin. Nor was he single. And surprisingly, he wasn't all that bad at sex either, a little cautious, but for all intents and purposes, quite the natural. 

He certainly hadn't turned into a sex god over night, but you did plan to accost him rather regularly from that point onwards, so you very much were enjoying the abject look of horror passing over his features at that moment. 

“I was running late this morning. My alarm didn't go off.” 

You stifled a giggle, knowing that his alarm probably had gone off. He'd just been in a completely different apartment and hadn't heard it. Maybe it was still going off now. 

When his eye caught yours, he froze still in a flush. It was impossible not to run tour gaze along the length of his body, showing him enough quiet appreciation you thought he'd drop to his knees. 

Instead, his hands that were wrestling with his tie fidgeted more, finding it impossible to tie the damn thing like he had every morning for the last five years. 

“Having some trouble, Spencer? Maybe I could help you out?” You winked at him to punctuate your question, and all he could do was stand and gulp down a breath, nodding in agreement. 

“You do look pretty tired, kid? Long night?” Derek asked, a quiet bemused look hanging on his face. He'd had this same conversation with Reid at least four times in the last year, assuming that every time he came in looking slightly dishevelled, he'd enjoyed a night of pleasure. 

It had certainly been pleasing to you, and you were absolutely going to help teasing Reid if you got the chance. You certainly enjoyed doing just that last night. 

Grabbing the two ends of his tie and pulling him a step closer to Reid - maybe a bit too close for two people in their place of work - you began righting all of his clothes. 

“You didn't wake me up,” he whispered with a pout into your ear, his pout audible even as he tried to keep his face neutral. 

“I tried,” you whispered back. “But every time I got close, you lunged for me in your sleep and started grinding your morning wood into my ass.” 

The flush that you enjoyed so much was now a fully glowing face. He was so red you expected steam to pour from his ears any minute. 

You finish knotting his tie and brush his shirt a little, just as Derek clears his throat again. 

“Kid, did you hear me? I asked if you had a long night.” 

Spencer's gaze didn't leave yours, though. Even in his embarrassment, he was so intently focused on you that it nearly set your entire body on edge. 

“Yeah, you could say that,” he replied, his gaze dropping to your lips. You wished they hadn't, because now you had to stop yourself from jumping him right there in the bull pen. 

“Oh shit,” Derek couldn't hold back the laugh that bubbled up in his chest as he stood looking from you to Spencer and then back to you. 

“Oh shit. Spencer, I didn't know you had game like that.” His words were wheezed out between fits of laughter, and you were irritated when the focus in Spencer's gaze shattered, settling into a look of discontent. 

“Derek, come on…” he groaned, and you put your hand gently on his chest to get him to look at you again. 

“Next time, I'll work my hardest to wake you up, Spencer.” 

With his jaw hanging open in shock, you pushed up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek, leaving him stood like a statue as Derek bent over in laughter, trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled in your final triumph just as Emily walked over to greet the two men and opened with a question. 

“Weren't you wearing that outfit yesterday, Reid?”  

[nathaslosthershit]

Media Interrogation [Part 2] (LN4)

(Read part 1 here!)

Summary: He had prayed the media would leave his newfound ‘friend’ out of their questions, only focusing on the race. But Lando Norris would soon see he wasn't so lucky.  A/N: I don't know how Twitch works so excuse the poorly explained streaming things.

A little less than two weeks after Lando had met his new neighbor, they had spent any time they could together, and any time they couldn’t they were texting and calling. It was exciting, they weren’t dating per se, still trying to get to know each other before they jumped into anything, but this newfound friendship had been great for both of them. Slowly, Lando had been introducing her to some of his friends, and with all the new faces, she didn’t feel half as lonely as she used to. 

It was wonderful.

He had warned her about the stream, leaving the details of him turning bright red, giggling, and Max admitting that Lando had called her his “cute neighbor” out. But, of course, after she spent far to long going through the #landonorris tag on various social media sites, she had found a clip of the interaction. Seeing how giddy he was about it, even after meeting her for only a minute, made her giddy as well, happy to know that it seems her feelings weren’t one sided.

He had invited her to the race, being as it was at Silverstone, but the thought of going there and meeting new people and being seen by the media so soon after her and Lando just met made her nervous, so she politely declined. 

Although he was a bit upset, he understood her reasoning. 

Before the race, Lando was with Oscar giving various interviews, with mostly race related questions. ‘How was the car feeling?’, ‘you think you guys can give Max a run for his money this weekend?’, etc. It was easy and he wasn’t worried about intrusive questions.

Until they opened it up to the fans.

When they said they’d take fan questions, Lando began to sweat. Beside him, Oscar let out a laugh, knowing what the first question was bound to be.

“Lando, it seems you made friends with you “cute neighbor” while streaming, have you guys talked more?” one of the fans asked.

Shit.

He probably should have warned her this would happen but, maybe it was wishful thinking, he hadn’t expected to be asked about it. And maybe his cute neighbor wasn’t even watching. 

“Uhhh” he said as he let out an awkward laugh, “Yeah, we have talked a bit more. The cookies were really good so I’ve been trying to get the recipe.” Lies, he hadn’t asked for the recipe, he just wanted her to make the cookies for him again.

“Is she your girlfriend?” Another fan yelled out.

There was a beat of silence from Lando, causing fans to laugh at his awkwardness around the situation. Oscar, now feeling bad for his teammate, jumped in.

“He shared some of the cookies with me too. He wasn’t kidding when he said they were really good. Might have to ask her to make me a batch.” Oscar jokes. 

Seeing as he wasn’t going to answer the girlfriend question, which wasn’t even a proper question as the fan just yelled it out instead of waiting to be picked, the interviewer moved on. 

He really hoped she wasn’t watching this.

She was totally watching this and enjoying every second.

It felt nice to see Lando blushing so profusely at the mention of her, which made her feel better for also blushing profusely when he talked about her.

Since she saw the stream, she had noticed he definitely had a bit of a crush on her, but she didn’t know how deep it went. If it was a tiny crush that was bound to fade as they became closer, or if this closeness was going to lead to an even bigger crush. Only a few weeks into their friendship though, and she had already fallen fast and hard.

She couldn’t do anything. She'd never do anything, even though she so badly wanted to. All her new friends were Lando’s, if he wasn’t as serious as she hoped about his feelings, it would crush her. She wouldn’t be able to stay friends with him and in turn would lose all the new friends she had made. 

So she vowed to not make the first move.

Eventually, three months had gone by and the pair only became more inseparable. Instead of planning mini vacations and trips between races, Lando always tried to get home so he could see his favorite neighbor, who he now knew he had massive feelings for.

She had started work and it was going great! Her worries about being alone if she lost Lando went away as she made more non-Norris-acquired friends. 

The two had also graduated to an even deeper level of intimacy. They weren’t sleeping together, or straight up kissing. But holding hands, cuddling, kisses on the cheek or forehead, were all normal for the pair. Sure it seemed so childish to dance around their feelings at their grown age but it's all they could do for now.

Baking had become a new hobby as well. Before moving, she couldn’t really say she was much of a baker, only doing it when it came to birthdays or bake sales. But with Lando becoming increasingly more obsessed with her cookies, she had started to branch out with other flavors, even throwing in muffins or a pie. 

She had just finished a new recipe her mom sent her, which were divine, when she knocked on Lando’s door, flashbacks to the first time they met those few months ago going through her head.

Lando, also like those few months ago, had been streaming when he got a knock on his door. Smiling to himself as he already knew who it would be, which the fans most certainly caught, he quickly excused himself to go open it. When he saw her there, he immediately pulled her into a hug.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled into her neck.

“You saw me yesterday.” She laughed, happy to know he missed her as much as she did him.

“Can’t blame me for wanting to see my favorite girl all the time.” He replied.

“Favorite girl, huh? It's an honor. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a title.” She teased.

“Your cookies, of course!” He said as he pulled back, when she shot him a look, he continued, “and your wonderful personality, and how great of company you are.”

“That's more like it. Speaking of, I tried a new recipe and, not to toot my own horn, these are the best yet.” She said as she grabbed the container of cookies from her bag.

“Yes! Thank goodness I was beginning to experience withdrawal. I am streaming right now, they are always asking about you since the- anyway, could I do a taste test? You can join me, I think the chat would love it. I would love it. But you don’t have to if-” He began to ramble, clearly feeling awkward at almost admitting just how much she is brought up on his streams.

“No, that sounds great! I definitely join.” She immediately regretted the words the moment they left her mouth but the look on Lando’s face stopped her from taking it back. He has lit up in a way she hadn’t seen and all she wanted to do was forever make him light up that way.

He quickly pulled her to his streaming room, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling her onto the screen. “I’ve returned with cookies, oh and of course a special guest. Guys, please don’t be weird. Be normal or I'll end the stream.” He joked, but also prayed that his fans would for once listen and try not to embarrass him for their own entertainment. He knew they wouldn’t listen though.

Immediately after saying that, someone donated and got their message read out loud,

‘Are you the cute girl that gave him cookies?’

“Uh I don’t know. That depends. How many cute girls give you cookies, Lan?” She teased.

“Oh hundreds, I am constantly drowning in sweet baked goods. My trainer hates me now.” He teased back.

“Then I guess I should take these back, don’t want to make your trainer even more mad.”

“Over my dead body. Seriously, you’d have to pry these out of my cold dead hands. Anyway, this is a taste test of a new recipe, as was explained to me ‘it's the best yet’. You guys can’t eat them obviously so I’ll try to be descriptive.” 

After one bite, Lando started moaning in a way that was uncomfortable for everyone except him. Her face had never felt hotter at the sounds he was making and she was far too scared to check to see if her face was as red as it felt.

Do you hear him make those noises a lot?

“Alright! I told you if you guys made it weird I’d end it, so you lost your privileges. Goodbye everyone, think about what you did.” Lando was kidding, his fans knew it, but it was a pretty crazy question to ask. Not that the chat cared.

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting all that.” She said once he turned off the stream.

“I know, I’m sorry they get like that.” He replied, feeling bad that he hadn’t explained well enough what she should expect. 

“No, I thought they would be worse to be honest, I meant the moans you were making from my cookies.” “Oh come on they weren’t that crazy, and the cookie was amazing, I had to.”

“Lando, those noises were nothing short of erotic, I was worried how far you were going to go if you had another bite.” She teased.

They both laughed and after a few seconds, a beat of silence fell over them. As they looked into each other’s eyes, the energy in the room shifted. Finally, Lando spoke up.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“Please,” She replied.

Explosions, fireworks, sparks, whatever you want to call it, they felt it. It was so cheesy but it was so electric, they couldn’t help but feel like they did in the movies.

After a much needed breather, before going in for more, Lando asked, “Let me take you out, properly, please? Like an actual date.”

“Only if it's not a seafood place, I’m allergic to fish.” 

“Good God, I’m gonna fall in love with you.”

[untolduttering]

Trust Me

Summary: Reader is terrified of medical needles and avoids Law when they get a deep enough cut to require stitches. They're caught, of course, and Law tries to help and calm a panicked reader.

Tags: hurt/comfort, blood, cutting, knives, medical needles, stitches, mutual pining

Word count: 2.3k

It happened so suddenly that for a moment, you could have imagined that it hadn’t happened at all. You were set to cutting some sailcloth after a run in with the navy left the sails with holes, and if not for the change in how the knife sliced through the fabric, you wouldn’t have noticed at all. The knife was sharp enough that there was barely any resistance as it gouged your arm. There wasn’t any initial pain either. You only grasped that there was indeed an injury once you stared at the wound, feeling the burn as it built and watching the blood flow to the surface, maintaining its surface tension before breaking and spilling over. You had already written off the flashes of white meat that gave away just how deep it was, telling yourself it only needed to be cleaned and wrapped. You snatched a spare piece of sail and pressed it to the wound, then took another to wrap around.

There wasn’t any need to worry, really. Small accidents like this happened all the time on the Polar Tang. Shachi scraping his palms on the rough surface of the deck as he fell, Penguin giggling behind him. Ikkaku dropping something heavy on someone’s foot, grimacing and apologizing profusely. If they didn’t, then Law would probably fall out of practice and lose his title.

That image of white meat flashed through your head again, and it coupled with the burning that only seemed to keep growing, never reaching its crescendo that promised eventual relief, made you think of the stitches that Law could possibly say it required. But it wasn’t bad enough for that, and Law deserved a break from time to time. So, you decided, this was something that you could handle by yourself. Even if Law always demanded that he was seen first in any case of injury, no matter how small, because he was the qualified one that could deem what required real attention, and he didn’t need anyone ruining the precise organization of his supplies. You could be careful, though. You knew what went where, and you only needed a few things. 

Steps slowing as you made it closer to the infirmary, you listened for any sign that Law may be nearby. The Polar Tang surfaced not too long ago, and so Law was most likely up on deck still assessing the damage. You pressed an ear to the closed door, though, waiting for any movement. At the lack of any sound, you entered, and shut the door behind you. It wasn’t avoidance, it was simply a need to not be bothersome over something so unimportant.

None of the cabinets and drawers themselves were labeled, as no one but Law rifled through them, so there was no need when he had it memorized. But it meant that you had to take the time to search through each one. You had to not only keep quiet, but try and keep any blood from getting onto his things.

A scurrying of footsteps rushed past the door, causing you to hold your breath and freeze. No one came in nor knocked, but if the crew members that had been on deck were moving around, it meant that Law might be below deck now too. You picked up pace, grimacing at every rattle and creak. Finally, you found the small butterfly bandages that would hold the wound close, and the wrapping as well. Your eyes skated over the suture kit as you grabbed what you needed and shut the drawer.

“Y/n-ya.”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor. Shit. You turned, keeping your right side facing him. Using your body to block your injured left arm from view, you let it rest on top of the counter, like it had been lifted as it was to lean against casually, and not because it was hurt and dripping. You looked him in the face because guilty people always avoided eye contact. It was set in a scowl as he waited for you to explain yourself. There was no need to chide someone that already knew they were in the wrong.

“I just needed a bandage. Small cut, I didn’t want to bother you about it,” you said. You kept your tone light, nonchalant, and tried at a self-deprecating, ‘I’m just so silly’ smile. And it might just have worked, except since all your attention was on your face and voice, you weren’t in control of your body. Law, a man keenly familiar with violence, could see the tension and threat your body held. Your pupils were dilated too, blown out to a concerning proportion. It was a look that promised that if he got any closer, you might just sink your teeth in.

“Mind if I take a look?” he asked.

Continuing to refuse would be suspicious. If it really had been a measly little cut, you would have readily shown it to him just to poke fun at his worry and overbearance. You would have gone to him in the first place for a simple bandage, too. He knew this was all odd. But what else was there?

“There’s really no need,” you huffed out. “I don’t need stitches or anything.”

His eyes flitted from your face to your body. Tiny smears of blood on the fabric of your coveralls that went unnoticed at first caught his eye. He stepped forward with an extended hand. “Y/n-ya, I’d like to see it.”

Unconsciously, you flinched back. Harder, with a panicked edge you didn’t mean to let slip, you said again, “I don’t need stitches.”

“I didn’t say anything about that yet.” His voice was low, almost like he was trying to soften it.

Yet. He probably hadn’t thought of stitches, but when you said it yourself, he knew that it was worse than he had initially thought.

Law took two steps closer, causing you to turn fully forward, hands lifted. “Stop, stop it. Please.” Your throat felt like it was tightening and it made you sound close to tears.

Law was staring at your arm, now fully revealed in its red glory. So, so much red. The sailcloth was fully soaked now. His jaw tightened and nostrils flared with a heavy exhale at the sight. He lifted both hands in the air, an image of surrender. “You need to let me help you.”

You flinched again, harder this time, fully aware of those hands, that he could easily force you to do whatever. He could shambles you where he wanted, pin you down, and jam that needle in and out of your arm. You shook your head, back and forth, back and forth. You started stepping to the side, pressing against the counter, trying to get farther away, but stopped when you realized all you were moving towards was the corner. The only exit was behind Law.

Deciding to stick with a firm approach, as you had to take orders from your captain, Law said, more stern, “Let me help you.” He took one more step forward.

Your panic tripled, thrilling all throughout your body. You were a cornered animal, coiled tight from the lack of options. “I don’t need your fucking help,” you snapped.

Law felt a flicker of irritation. If you wanted to bleed out, or worse, get an infection, then that was fine. He could leave you to it if you wanted to be that way. But he smothered that feeling quickly. Yes, he could force this. He could strap you down and have it all done in minutes. That wasn’t what a good captain, a good doctor, did though. He’d win, but you wouldn’t go anywhere near him for months, not without thinking of how he handled this. You were a part of his crew. You were someone who’s pain and tears actually made his heart squeeze. This was about trust. The idea of losing yours made his own panic flutter in a way he wasn’t familiar with.

He lowered his hands slowly and let them hang by his sides. He took a few steps back as well. Gentleness was not something he was adept at, but he could try.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, truly soft this time. “That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do. I need you to trust me.”

The sudden change in his demeanor disarms you. You’d never heard him speak so softly, so earnestly, before. Your irrationality and the ridiculousness of your actions hit you, and suddenly your body drains, leaving you exhausted and sore. The wound on your arm is pulsating with ache. You do trust your captain. But your heart is still pounding. “I’m afraid.”

“I know.” Law's chest tightens at how meek those two words sounded. He moves now, albeit slowly, to you. He pauses right before his hands touch you, waiting for permission. You take a slight step forward, and he guides you toward the bed. He walks back to the counter to wash his hands and prep his tools.

“First I need to clean out the wound and make sure there isn’t anything left in there that can cause an infection. Then I’ll numb the area. Once fully numbed, I’ll do an interrupted stitch. That alright?”

Like you could really say no. It had to be done. But you knew he was doing it to give you a sense of control, and you gripped onto the kindness tightly. You nodded your assent.

After a thorough cleaning that has you hissing and huffing through your teeth, it's time for the first needle. Sitting again after going to the sink, you wait. Law lifts it from its place on the counter and brings it to your arm. You snap your head away, staring hard at the wall.

“Deep breaths,” he said. As soon as you inhaled, he stuck the needle in and pushed the plunger down. The cold burn of the liquid entering your arm made your breath hitch and your teeth to grind together. It was less from pain and more from the intrusion of something entering your body unnaturally. Law pulled the needle out and immediately rubbed soothing circles into the injection sight, gently as he was wary to add anymore hurt. You felt a keen disappointment when he stopped.

He placed the empty needle back onto the counter and pulled up the one chair in the room, deciding to sit while waiting for the numbing agent to kick in. He was close enough that your knees were nearly brushing. You fought back the urge to press them together.

“How’d it happen?” Law asked. He leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.

“I was cutting sailcloth,” you said, jutting your chin toward the door, the vague gesture implying ‘out there’. “The knife slipped, I suppose. It happened so quickly.”

He hummed. “You should pay better attention. I’ll give you tasks without knives from now on.”

You pressed your lips together in a hard, thin line. As if you’d done it on purpose. “I was paying plenty of attention.” 

The corner of Law’s mouth twitched upward, like something about irking you brought him joy. Instead of annoyance, something about it warmed your chest. You glared at him without any heat behind it.

He nodded to your arm. “How’s it feel?”

You poked at the edge of your wound. You felt the vertigo that came from knowing there was something touching you but being unable to feel it. “All numbed up.” Taking a deep breath, you turned your head away again and lifted your arm towards him, letting Law know he could start.

He changed gloves before beginning. He started without warning, knowing well enough that a countdown meant nothing. Nothing would change the how and why of the needle going in and out. There wasn’t any pain and you didn’t necessarily feel it, but you could sense the needle breaking through your skin, dragging through the meat, and pulling back out. You felt the same of the thread. It made your stomach churn and your head spin. You dug your fingers into your thigh, needing the pressure to focus on.

Law took advantage of your inability to look at what he was doing to do some staring of his own. Knowing that you knew nothing of sutures, he knew he could stop and take you in without you asking why he’d stopped. Your eyebrows were drawn so tight together that it caused your nose to wrinkle a little. You bit down into your bottom lip as well, the queasiness you felt obvious on your face. The sight filled him with an unexpected tenderness each time he looked, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to cup your face and smooth out your features. He wanted nothing more than to soothe you. But it was not something he could bring himself to do. The kindest thing he could do at this moment was finish the sutures.

The worst part was that he liked having you under his fingers like this. If it wasn’t so unsanitary, he’d have done this with his bare hands just so he could feel your skin. He’d let your blood settle under his nails so he could steal that small part of you for himself.

“Finished,” Law tells you.

“Thank you, Captain.”

 He puts the suture kit away and wraps your arm in gauze and bandage. “You’ll need to have me redo the bandaging every so often over the next few days. I’ll tell you when.” He could easily tell you how to do it yourself, give you all the supplies and when to do it and what to look for. But a selfish part of him needed to be the one doing it, so you’d have to keep coming back to him, so he could hear you thank him again and again.

And surprisingly,  you were content to let him do so. Such ministrations made you uncomfortable, or you straight out rejected it, because you knew that to lose that attention in the future would be painful. But you felt unbearably needy when it came to him, and would greedily take whatever he gave you, no matter how little it could be.

You left, unaware of Law’s hungry gaze as you went.

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MASTERLIST

Hopelessly Devoted (PART ONE)

Summary: A flashback to when you and Tommy were young, carefree and smitten with one another plays out in your head as you sit alone in the Garrison, watching him now in the arms of another woman whilst you desperately hold onto the love you still have for him. Does Tommy share the same sentiments or has his bitterness towards you stained the love he claims he no long has for you?

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, mutual pining

Authors note: Inspired by the song "Hopelessly Devoted" by Olivia Newton-John. RIP sweet angel.

"We're bloody late again!" your mother muttered under her breath as she hurried up the church steps holding onto her hat from the bitter January wind whilst you are your little brother George, lovingly known as Georgie walked behind her. "Ten minutes until we leave I said" she huffed turning around, scowling at you as you rolled your eyes in response. "Ten minutes! In the time it took for you to put your dress on I had swept the porch and gotten your brother ready. Why did you give me such an unruly child?" she said looking up to the heavens expecting some sort of response. "Out all hours gallivanting about with those Shelby boys, never listening to a word I say. I'm being punished aren't I, for the sins of her father...the bloody fool he was, drinking himself to an early grave, leaving me here to fend for myself with two kids..." she carried on as you held your little brothers hand, a small sigh leaving his mouth as he looked up at you, shaking his head at your mother's relentless rambling. " Y/N let me look at you. Bloody hell child, you look a state!" she frowned as she turned to face you at the top of the steps.

"Can you just stop" you said trying to move her hands away as she pushed your hair back behind your ears, pinching your cheeks to give them a rosy glow. "Look at your dress..." she huffed as she straightened the bottom out, pulling at the frilly pink fabric whilst your little brother reached up to open the church door. "Stay still!" she said as you started fidgeting away from her hands, her overbearing mothering making you feel like you was eight years old again.

" For god's sake I'm not a kid!" you replied rather loudly when the doors fully opened and everyone in their seats turned around to look at the commotion. "Shit" you mumbled under your breath as you looked to the sea of eyes now staring back at you, the loud bang of the church door slamming against the brick wall startling you as your little brother giggled in amusement.

" Bloody Walk Y/N" your mother said through gritted teeth behind you as she took her and George's hat off. Smiling graciously left to right at the people seated along the outer rows your mother politely mouthed small hellos and good mornings as all three of you made your way down the aisle, her normal vocabulary filled with a plethora of her favourite profanities not once leaving her lips. Turning your head you quickly spotted Tommy sitting next to his family with a huge grin on his face, loving every second of the embarrassment he knew you was enduring. As the sound of your heels on the stone floor echoed loudly through the church, your entrance now the focus point of everyone's attention, you finally reached the alter with the Reverend stood beside it. You could almost feel the laughter Tommy and Arthur were holding back as your mother pushed you forward to bow. With a grunt leaving your throat you lowered your head, a small mischievous glint in your eye at the sudden, yet stupid idea to prove to your mother how unruly of a child you really was.

" Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been mere hours since I last pissed my mother off..." You said dramatically as your mother's eyes widened in embarrassment a gasp leaving her mouth as she grabbed you by the arm and span you back around, all while apologising profusely to the Priest now shaking his head at her. Oh the shame, the humiliation, she would never live this down. The gossip she would have to endure for months in the women's wash house was a fair consolation for her making you wear this god awful dress you proudly thought to yourself as you walked to find a seat. Sighing the Reverend lowered his eye as he turned the page of his sermon, longing to be appointed somewhere, anywhere out of Small Heath. No number of hail Mary's could save this sinful town. As you walked down the aisle the sudden sound of Tommy and Arthur laughing had you biting your inner cheek holding back your own amusement as you watched Polly snap her head in their direction.

" Shut up" Polly whispered as she reached over hitting each of them in the chest. "Bloody kids" she mouthed sympathetically to your mother as you all walked by.

" Girlfriend finally made it" Arthur whispered in Tommy's ear, knowing full well how smitten he was with you.

" Shes not my girlfriend, shut it" he muttered under his breath as you sent him a small wave which he quickly returned.

" Hi ya" Arthur laughed mocking him.

" Fuck off Arthur" Tommy replied as he elbowed him in the ribs leaving him wincing in pain.

" I'll let you have that one baby brother" he laughed rubbing his side.

" No fucking swearing in church!" Polly said quietly through gritted teeth as she hit the back of Tommy's head. It was always an eventful service when the Shelby's attended, which made you wonder what they had done to have their Aunt force them this time.

Walking out into the fresh air, free from the stuffy confines of the church you pushed back your hair behind your shoulders folding your arms as you faced the sun. Closing your eyes you sighed as the rays of light beamed onto your skin. With summer still a long way off you was enjoying the rare event in which the sun broke through the smoke filled skies of Small Heath. That was until you felt the warmth disappear and a large shadow take it's place. Opening your eyes you was met with Tommy Shelby standing right in front of you, a cigarette precariously hanging on the corner of his mouth, grinning from ear to ear.

" Get out the way you're blocking the sun" you said as you pushed him to the side closing your eyes again.

" Hmm, you are looking rather pasty"

" Thanks Thomas, you really know how to compliment a lady" you said taking the cigarette out his mouth as you walked over to sit on the brick wall just outside the church.

"Lady?" Tommy laughed as he sent you a cheeky smile." Nice dress by the way. You look like a flower girl"

" Shut up" you said playfully hitting his arm in response, hating everything about the overly embroidered puffy dress you were begrudgingly wearing. " Have you seen yourself?" you smirked looking down at his outfit "Think your Aunt needs to shorten those" you laughed as you nodded to the ends of his trousers bunched up around his boots.

" They're Arthur's hand-me-downs, the lanky git" he said kicking a stone on the ground that you both watched roll into the road.

" So what did you do this time to end up here on a Sunday morning?" You asked as you turned your head to face him.

" Aunt Pol found out Arthur stole one of the candelabras from the Reverends study. Convinced himself it was solid gold, you should have seen his face when we melted it down in Charlie's yard and it was copper" Tommy laughed as he looked back at you. " Polly was furious said he had sinned enough for the whole house and we were all damned to hell if we didn't come today" he explained further as his eyes lingered on your face, watching the way your nose scrunched up as you laughed, a sight he never got tired of. " So you coming later?" he asked leaning into you as he took his cigarette now stained with pink lipstick back from between your fingers, not that he minded.

" No absolutely not. Do you not remember the last time we followed one of Arthur's genius ideas?" you answered folding your arms having already made your mind up.

" He's got a map this time. Come on it will be fun" he said nudging his arm against yours.

" A map to what?"

" To where this rich fuck has all his liquor stored"

"Can I come?" John said running up to you both after overhearing the conversation, poking his brothers knee with a stick in attempt to get his attention which Tommy quickly put a stop to by giving him a kick in the shin.

" No, fuck off " Tommy said pushing him away from in front of him as John stormed off crying in search of his Aunt. " So how about it? "

" Fine, but only because it's your birthday tomorrow" you said giving in as you both smiled to eachother. "But this better be fool proof. I can't risk getting in trouble with my mum again, she's a few breaths away from kicking me out"

" That's alright, you can come live with me" he said winking to you as you looked up at him through your lashes, blushing a darker shade of pink than your dress." We'll come by to get you at eleven, don't be late ok? "

" I'm never late" you responded as Tommy rolled his eyes flicking his cigarette onto the ground. If there was one thing he had learnt over the years it was that you was always late.

" Thomas Michael Shelby! " Polly shouted as she stormed over to you both, dragging John with her by the arm.

"Shit. Right I'm off" Tommy said quickly pecking your cheek as he jumped over the wall running away from his Aunt. Bringing your hand up to your face you pressed your fingers to your skin, a smile dancing on your lips as you turned around to watch Tommy run into the back alleys of Small Heath, fleeing from the fury coming his way. Thomas Michael Shelby your best friend, your partner in crime and also the boy you had been head over heels for as long as you could remember. What a sorry story your limited love life had already been, endlessly pining for a boy you had convinced yourself only saw you as a friend, desperately hoping he felt the same.

It was just after noon when you Tommy and Arthur made your way over the wooden fencing onto the large mansions land. Having never once left the city limits in all of your eighteen years of life you was taken aback by the sheer size of the house in front of you. Surrounded by luscious green grass, rows of trees adorning its drive way, you was sure it was something only seen in films, a far cry from the mud and dirt of Small Heath.

" Give me the map" Tommy said as Arthur handed it to him whilst he looked over the brick wall separating you and the owner who was outside sitting in a garden chair.

"Arthur he has a dog. A mean looking thing" you said as Tommy stood beside you squinting at the map in his hand.

"Yeh well, he would have still been out with that dog hunting, but you were late" Tommy interjected with a smile on his face, having been right about your constant tardiness.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist Y/N, I've been coming here every day for the past week feeding him leftovers, he likes me. He won't make a peep " Arthur said trying to reassure you as you rolled your eyes at him knowing anything the eldest Shelby said was not to be trusted and far from the actual truth.

" Jesus Christ Arthur" Tommy said throwing the map at his brothers chest. " This is a fucking map for a house in London!"

" Ay?" Arthur said as he straightened it out in front of him. " Where's it say that? " he asked as Tommy snatched it back from him pointing at the words "London" written right underneath the name of the house.

" Well how was I supposed to bloody know. They should have put it at the very top"

" It's in fucking capitals Arthur, how can you not..."

" Right I'm going home" you said as the two brothers continued to argue. As always Arthur's ideas were never properly thought out, often getting you in trouble more than anything else.

" Wait Y/N no, come on stay" Tommy said as he looked back to his older brother widening his eyes in gesture to help him convince you not to leave.

" Y/N " Arthur said as he put his arm around your shoulder. " We're at the back entrance. He probably keeps it down in the basement, it won't be far. You're the only one small enough to shimmy through the window to open the lock on the other side. Come on, dont let us down, it's Tom's birthday tomorrow. "

" Fine. But if I put another ladder in my stockings you're paying for a new pair" you said pointing to him as Arthur placed a wooden crate below the window for you to stand on.

"Atta girl" Arthur said as he turned his head around winking to Tommy as you climbed through the window, quickly making in through to the other side. Pushing past his brother, Tommy went to open the door when the dog Arthur promised wouldn't bark suddenly started to do exactly that.

" Hey! Who's there?" the owner said as you all ran into the house. " Get 'em boy" he shouted as his dog came charging round the corner into the building.

" Fucking traitor! After all the food I gave you" Arthur shouted as you all ran down the hall, making your way up to the second level.

" What did you feed him with?" you asked breathlessly as you ran beside them, Tommy's hand resting on your back making sure you didn't get left behind.

"Sprouts"

"Sprouts!" You and Tommy both shouted looking back at him.

" It's all we had"

" No wonder he bloody hates you" Tommy said as all three of you came to a stop behind a wall waiting for a maid to walk by.

" Sniff them out" the owner said as you heard the sound of the dogs nails clicking on the wooden floorboards, getting closer by the second.

" Shiiit, run! Hide! Arthur giggled as you legged it down one of the second floor corridors, Tommy quickly pulling you into a small storage room to the side as Arthur continued to run down the hall. Breathless, you both looked up at eachother as a fit of laughs left your lips. Bringing his finger up to his mouth Tommy gestured for you to be quiet as the sound of the owner walking along the corridor quickly brought your giggles to a stop. Taking in your surroundings you suddenly realised how close you were to eachother. Cardboard boxes were stacked as high as the ceiling all around you, there was barely enough space for one person let alone two.

" Is he gone?" you whispered to which Tommy nodded, his eyes looking over you as he too started to realise how close you were to one another." You're taking all the space" you said trying to free yourself from the uncomfortable position you was in.

" Y/N my backs pushed up against the door. I don't have any more room to move" he said as you huffed in response moving your arm that was stuck between you to the side. Silence fell upon the small room as you continued to fidget in place whilst Tommy cleared his throat, his eyes darting between you and the surrounding boxes.

" What? Why do you keep looking at me like that" you said with a thrown on your face.

" I'm not looking at you like anything" Tommy replied as he quickly glanced away. With your focus now elsewhere, Tommy's eyes drifted down to both of your bodies pressed up against eachother, biting his inner cheek in attempt to rid himself of all the thoughts going through his mind. Taking in every delicate feature of your face, Tommy felt his heart quicken as he continued to stare down at you. God you were beautiful, he had been wanting to tell you those very words for years, wanted to ask you out, tell you how he felt. But unlike his old brother who seemed to have endless amounts of confidence when it came to girls, Tommy never found the courage to make a move. Instead he begrudgingly tormented himself, watching all the boys of Small Heath try their luck with you.

" You're doing it again, stop it!" you said squinting your eyes as you looked up to see him still staring down at you. " You're making me nervous"

" What else am I supposed to look at, you're right in front of me " he said with a small sigh. Just ask her you idiot, he thought to himself as he peered at you in the corner of his eye.

" Y/N erm, I was wondering..." he started to say when you grabbed his hand your eyes widening in a panic.

" Shh. Did you hear that?" You said as you looked behind him to the door.

" Its just a window blowing open" he replied as he glanced down at your hand still holding onto his. Throwing his head back Tommy shook his head, frustrated that the moment he had finally found the courage to ask you out you had cut him off. Bringing his eyes back down to look at you, Tommy took a deep breath. If he couldn't say how he felt he would show it. What was the worse that could happen?

" Fuck it" he said as he cupped your cheeks crashing his lips onto yours. For a brief moment you resisted taken by surprise at Tommy's unexpected move until your whole body finally relaxed and you quickly melted into the kiss. There was no technique to it, wet, messy, all tongues and teeth. But as your lips interlocked you felt a flutter of butterflies fill your stomach, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as Tommy enthusiastically pushed you back the few centimeters remaining between you and the wall behind you.

" Owh" you said as your head hit the wall, the thump loud enough for anyone to hear.

" Shit, sorry" Tommy said as a small giggle escaped your mouth at his overly keen display. Pressing your lips back onto his the kiss was smoother, a small whimper leaving your throat as his tongue brushed over yours. Moaning, Tommy's hand dropped from your waist to your leg as his fingers travelled under you skirt grazing over your suspenders. Things were getting heated, very heated.

" Wait, Tommy I've, i'm a.."

" Fuck sorry, I wasn't trying to" Tommy awkwardly said cutting you and himself off. " Wait, you're a Virgin?" he asked with a small smile etched on the corner of his lips his brows slightly raised.

" Why do you look so surprised? " you answered back, your whole face scrunched up in annoyance.

" No nothing. It's just I didn't think you was...you know" he replied unable to formulate his own words.

" Oh and you're not? You really think I believed that ridiculous story you told us all last summer about how you gave Irene five orgasms in ten minutes" you scoffed with a laugh as Tommy's cheeks suddenly went a crimson shade of red, his hands dropping from your waist.

" Jesus...thanks Y/N" Tommy said looking away with a huff unable to physically move away from the embarrassment surrounding him.

" Slightly exaggerated don't you think? " you giggled as Tommy looked back at you, his hands now on his hips.

" You done?" he huffed as you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back the laugh that was seconds away from escaping. As Tommy pressed his lips back onto yours the small giggle unable to contain itself finally broke free.

" Stop it, I'm trying to concentrate" he said smiling into your lips as he continued to kiss you, his hands roaming over the curves of your body when the door suddenly flew open.

" Oi oi, what's going on in here then? " Arthur said grinning at you both as you let go of eachother. Rolling your eyes you walked out the small room pushing past him the box of whisky and leg of ham he was holding. "Get to second base baby brother?" Arthur sniggered as Tommy thumped him in the arm.

" Fuck off Arthur" Tommy pouted leaving the room and his older brother in fits of laughter. Both barely out the door, your eyes widened as the owner and his dog turned the corner.

" You little bastards. I've seen your faces. I know who you are! You're those trouble making Shelby boys. And look, you've brought your little whore with you, that dead drunk idiot's daughter. How did you petty little thieves make it out of Small Heath, steal a car?"

" Hey! Nobody gets to call her a whore but us" Arthur warned the owner pointing his finger at him as Tommy protectively pushed you behind him. Now in a stand-off between the owner and his drooling dog growling at you, you watched as he unclasped the large metal chain from the dogs collar.

" Go on boy get 'em!" he commanded when Tommy grabbed the leg of ham out the crate in Arthur's arms, launching it in the dog's direction.

" My bloody ham!" Arthur said, furious his dinner had been tossed to the the very dog he felt had betrayed him.

" Run!" Tommy shouted as you all turned around.

" I'm calling the police!"

" Thanks for the whisky old man" Arthur laughed running down the stairs as you and Tommy followed behind him, mentally noting never to follow one of Arthur's ideas again.

Several hours had passed and you Tommy, Arthur and a girl he had picked up along the way were sitting around a campfire in the local woods where Arthur and Tommy's families two vardos were, sipping on the finest whisky you had ever tasted. You couldn't remember the amount of times they had brought you out here to camp, taking you away for a brief moment from the smoke filled air, from the memories of your father that hung over you thicker than any fogged filled skies, a grief you wouldn't have made it through without them. As you sat looking at the flames of the fire mesmerised by their orange glow Tommy glanced over to you, watching the flickering lights from the campfire cast a golden hue on your skin, desperate to be alone with you again, the kiss you shared earlier repeatedly playing out in his head.

" Come on love, let's leave them to it" Arthur said standing up taking his dates hand after noticing his brother staring at you. " See you in the morning" Arthur winked back to Tommy opening the small caravan door, squeezing the girls bum as they both entered. " If the caravan be rocking, don't come a knocking!" Arthur laughed as he shut the door leaving you alone with Tommy.

" Dickhead" Tommy mumbled under his breath as you looked away, biting your bottom lip at how awkward Arthur had suddenly made everything. "It's getting late" you said standing up as you brushed the mud and twigs off your skirt looking back at the other vardo.

" I'll sleep out here" Tommy said as he sat up throwing another log onto the fire.

" You can't sleep out here, you'll freeze to death. Come on, it's not like we've never slept in the same bed" you said only just realising how different this time would be.

" Right, yeh...ok" Tommy said clearing his throat as he stood up.

As you settled into the small bed you watched as Tommy took of his hat and coat, your heart rapidly beating as nerves started to mount in your stomach. Climbing under the covers Tommy turned to face you, his fingers coming up to brush the strands of hair away from your face. Leaning into eachother, both of you turned your head in the same direction, awkwardly banging your foreheads together, resulting in a fit of laughs leaving your lips as Tommy shook his head at you. It was quite possible you were the giggliest girl he had ever met. Relaxing you recomposed yourself as Tommy pressed his lips to yours in a tender embrace. As his hand moved to your lower back, pressing your body closer to his your breath hitched in you throat, nerves now consuming every movement you made. Pulling away Tommy rubbed his thumb over your hip, in an effort to help you relax.

" Let's just lay here together, yeh?" he said taking the pressure away from you, not wanting to rush you into anything you wasn't ready for you as you nodded your head, thankful for his understanding nature. Rolling onto his back Tommy brought you closer into his side as he stroked up and down your arm, happy to finally have you in his arms.

" I nearly forgot" you said as you sat up leaning across him to pick up your coat.

" Happy Birthday" you said pulling out a small gift wrapped in cloth.

" My birthdays not until tomorrow " he chuckled as he sat up.

" It will be in ten minutes" you said as you looked down at your watch, quickly returning your eyes to him pulling out a gold pocket watch from within the delicate fabric.

" Jesus Y/N...you got this for me, how? " he said with a huge grin on his face as he looked to you.

" All those hours pressing clothes. Took me almost a year to be able to afford it"

"Come here" he said bringing you into a hug as you settled back down into the bed together." Thank you" he added as he pressed a kiss to your forehead feeling happier than any win he had ever won at the races.

With his arm securely wrapped around you Tommy couldn't stop the smile on his face as he looked down at the watch in his hand, it was nicest thing he owned and the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. Glancing at your wristwatch, Tommy turned the dials to the right time, when you took it from him turning it back a further five minutes.

" It's five minutes too late" he said watching you press the knob down.

" That way I'll always be on time for you" you giggled handing it back as Tommy chuckled shaking his head.

" Yeh just means I won't be on time for anything" he smiled closing the watch, keeping it tightly clasped in his hand as you nuzzled your head into his chest.

" Tommy?"

" Mm-hm?" he said as his eyes were about to close.

" What do you think we'll be doing this time ten years from now"

" The same thing" he smiled as his thumb rubbed over the curve of your shoulder. "Only naked" he said as he opened one eye looking to you.

" Tommy!" You said, giving him a small punch to the arm. " I'm serious, what do you think we'll be doing?"

" The same thing Y/N" he said with certainty as he tuned his head to face you. " You'll be in my arms every night from now on, that's a promise" he said as he looked lovingly back at you before giving you one last peck to the lips as you both closed your eyes, dreaming of the future and everything coming your way. Even though you were both young with your whole lives ahead of you one thing was for certain, in that moment you had no doubts that you wouldn't spend the rest of your lives together and every night in each others arms.

Ten years later...

Laughs and chatter of people enjoying eachothers company hummed around you as you sat quietly in the corner of the Garrison, the drink in your hand untouched as the night you and Tommy spent together this time ten years ago asleep in each others arms cruelly played out in your head. As a tear fell from your eye you looked up across the room to see the new barmaid sat tightly against Tommy's body, his arm resting around her shoulders. Tonight it wouldn't be you wrapped in his arms, tonight you would sleep alone as regret over decisions you had made weighed down your already broken heart. Standing up from your seat Tommy's eyes quickly darted to you, watching you pull your coat around you as you brushed the tears from your face, leaving the Garrison in a hurry unable to withstand anymore.

Clutching your coat around you from the cold night air you pushed the last tears from your cheeks as the pain in your heart dug further into your chest.

" Y/N" you heard your name being called by the very man you didn't want to see you like this.

"Yes Tommy" you said turning around as he waited at the Garrison door.

" I need you to go finish those papers at the betting shop for tomorrow" he said lighting a cigarette as he stepped a little closer.

" It's nearly midnight..." you replied as you watched him pull out his pocket watch to check the time. Quickly closing it Tommy clutched it tightly in his hand as he looked back at you. For a brief moment that's all he did as if the memories of that night had suddenly come flooding back to him. Maybe they had never left, and Tommy's heart was aching as much of yours, either way you could never tell, for just as quickly as his face softened for those brief few moments his demeanor abruptly changed, a scowl now spread across his face.

" The deadlines tomorrow " he said sharply looking to you as you shivered in the cold, your eyes red from crying.

" Ok Tommy" you said like you always did, at his beck and call night and day, desperately hanging onto the love you still felt for him. Without saying another word you turned on your heel heading for Watery Lane.

" You not going to wish me a happy birthday then?" Tommy called out as he watched you walk away.

" Happy birthday Tommy" you replied, the words catching in your throat, tears streaming down your face as you walked briskly off into the night. So much had changed over the years, so many promises broken, hearts broken along with them. But yet you still held on, hopelessly devoted to the man who promised to hold you in his arms every night.

NEXT PART

Tag list: @cosniffee @jonsncws @powellssaturn @jessimay89 @bruher @riseandreigns4u @mariaelizabeth21-blog1

[hp-hcs]

mattheo riddle if you beat the shit out of him in a fistfight <3 — mattheo riddle x gn! reader

Requests open

implied Slytherin (non-pureblood reader)

tws: violence… duh

OOC. LIKE AS OOC AS IS POSSIBLE. i am so sorry for whatever this is 💀 i’m like, borderline delirious kind of sick, so that’s my excuse ig 😌

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homeboy is not doing fine

his bruised ego 😔

he’d been teasing you for years with his group of lackeys, and you just snapped

he made a comment that went too far about your blood status, talking shit about your family

you just dropped your shit, spun around, and decked that mf

obviously he wasn’t fuckin expecting that, so he just kinda froze like 👊💥😳🧍‍♂️

he has no idea what to do

((he’s also just a little bit turned on bc manwhore duh))

everybody in the hallway freezes too like,

“you dumb bitch the fuck are you doing??”

his friends are jeering, and he just kind of shakes his head like a goddamn etch-a-sketch and like, gently shoves you back by your shoulders (cause you cute bae 🩷 he don’t wanna ruin that pretty face of urs <3)

you, on the other hand, are just ready to FUCK someone UP

and if that someone turns out to be the dark lord’s son, c’est la vie

he makes one more lame attempt at a scathing comment and you just fucking TACKLE him

you’re on top of him (not like that you silly little sluts get your mind outta the gutter) in the middle of the hallway just beating the s h i t out of him

homeboy has no idea what to do lmfao

lowkey he’s falling in love just from your knuckles smashing his face in (masochist manwhore)

he def thinks it’s hot as fuck

one of the professors comes to separate yinz, (probably hooch, cause there ain’t no way she puts up with any shit) and has to fucking DRAG YOU OFF of him

he's got like, a broken nose, a busted lip, a probably-going-to-become-a-black eye, and yk, decimated ego

but he’s just looking at you with those fuckin PUPPY DOG eyes

🥺

congrats, he’s obsessed

he won’t shut up about you for the rest of the day, to his friends, his enemies, madam pomfrey when he’s in the hospital wing…

they're all like “ah. i see the mommy and daddy issues are making an appearance”

when you get out of detention and go back to the common room, he LEAPS off of the couch and over to you

you’re standing there with still-bloody knuckles and a try me, i dare you face

he apologizes profusely, like, to a kind of pathetic extent

you’re like “dude, you’re not pureblood either, dipshit”

he got called out 😔

you apologize for OvErReAcTiNg (you had to apologize as part of your detention & punishment lmfao) and getting ‘unnecessarily violent’

and cause manwhore he’s just like “oh no it’s fine that was hot”

y/n: 😶🤨🫠

he’s got a lil giggle ✨

literal heart eyes for you

so ur like “yeah i gotta mess with this guy even more”

you kiss his cheek and make his brain stop working

baby is bluescreening rn

he then ends up shadowing you for the rest of the week, following a half-step behind you wherever you go like a lil puppy

(i’m of the opinion that he’s just a slightly more violent golden retriever white boy)

((i’m not saying himbo but himbo))

walk him like a dog, sis

alexa, play lovefool by the cardigans

he’s ur bitch now, enjoy <3

[kokomyass]

JJK Characters ☆ That time of the month...

JJK x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: swearing, crack

featuring: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna

synopsis: in which, the jjk men are out buying you supplies for your period, some with more experience that others....

notes!: in sukuna's part, he is true form and has like a kinda palace thing going on yk....

a/n: thought of this idea, liked it and wrote it!!! I hope you enjoy 💜🍇💜🍇

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Gojo

"Heyyy babe....so about those pads you wanted me to buy....you kinda failed to tell me that there are pads for every colour of the fucking rainbow!"

You had to use all your will power in you to not start laughing at Satoru through the phone, which would consequently lead him to hold a grudge.

"Satoru, I told you to get the ultra maxi pads with wings, remember? How difficult is that?" you nagged as you heard a frustrated groan through the phone.

"Well which colour is that? Cause there's no way I'm reading allat-"

"Gojo!!" you didn't usually call him by his first name it was an easy way to show your annoyance.

"Okay sorry!! Well, Y/N, there are like 5 different ultra maxi pads! How the hell am I meant to know which-"

"Satoru, with wings."

You heard the line go silent as you heard rustling assuming he had picked the pad up.

"So...um I found it....I'm gonna get myself out of this aisle because thanks to you I embarrassed myself in front of all these experienced women."

All you can do is giggle at Gojo's dramatic ass.

Nanami

You hear the door to your house open as you lay in bed curled over from the pain your cramps are giving you.

You hear your husbands soft footstep approach your bed as you open your eyes slightly to see him bent over cupping your face careful not to wake you up to violently.

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling?" you hear his deep, smooth voice whisper out.

"Well...I feel like shit, but now that your here I wanna cuddle with you. It'll make me feel better."

Nanami chuckles as he sat on the bed, extending his arm out to let you cuddle with him.

"Just to let you know, I went out to buy some night and day pads, tampons just in case your in the mood to use them and your favourite snacks to keep you going. They are all here if you need." Nanami said, as he gently brushed your hair as he felt you squeeze tighter.

Nanami looked down as he heard sniffling later realising you were crying after looking down at your face.

"Honey what's wrong? Did I miss something?" Nanami's heart dropped.

"No, the absolute opposite. You always get everything right. Nanami, have I ever told you how madly I am in love with you?"

"Frequently."

Geto

You had sent Geto out to do some period shopping and by that you meant shopping for pads/tampons and snacks.

When you were on your period, you were EXTREMELY snappy and emotional. This time of the month was one Geto feared all the time. One small thing could make you flip out.

"Hey babe! I'm home!"

You were sat on the couch wrapped in blankets as you watched TV.

"I got your stuff babe, snacks, pads and all..." Geto placed a kiss on your head before sitting next you. You took the bag from him searching for your favourite sweets.

"Thank yo-...Where are my skittles, Geto?"

Geto's heart dropped. He had completely forgotten to buy that and he regretted his life choices, but it was too late because you had already started crying.

"Ughh, I really wanted those skittles...why do you always forget Geto!" you sobbed angrily as Geto pulled you apologising profusely.

"I'll go out and buy more baby....I'm sorry...."

"NO. I WON'T WANT THEM ANYMORE!" you shouted at Geto as you stood up angrily walking to you bedroom as Geto sighed letting his head fall back on the couch, choosing to let you come to him in your own time.

Time Skip

You had guiltily shuffled out of the bedroom and sat next to Geto leaning into him as he let out a sigh of relief.

"So, you feeling better??"

"Yeah, sorry babe....I overreacted. My favourite sweet isn't even skittles..."

Toji

"So babe, what size is your pussy again?"

Toji was a man with no shame and clearly no brain. He went out to get pads for you forgetting to ask what type you needed.

"Wh- Toji!! How many people are in that aisle!?" You heard Toji chuckle at your very valid question, given what he had just said.

"Princess, listen, that doesn't matter right now. Just tell me your fucking pussy size."

Before you could scold Toji and maybe educate him you heard another woman's voice through the phone.

"Um sir, just to let you know you are rather loud...and pad sizes are based on the amount of flow not-"

"Did I ask?" Toji spat.

The woman's mouth shut as she spluttered trying to say something back before Toji diverted his attention back to you.

"There is like ultra large....do you want that cause I know how big-"

"Toji don't you dare finish that sentence. Just get me large ones please...and for the record it is based on your flow, so you had no right shut that poor woman down like that."

"I call it what I want to call it, and that's pussy size."

Choso

You currently had a stuttering Choso on the phone who was clearly pretending he wasn't embarrassed.

You had sent him out to get some snacks, hinting that it was your time of the month but you didn't ask him to get pads or tampons fearing it would be too much for him to handle.

"So....um...Y/N, do you....erm do you want me-"

"Choso, baby, please spit it out." you giggled at how flustered he was as it wasn't a common occurrence.

"Do you need...pads...?" he whispered the last bit so you could barely hear.

"What was that?"

"...pads...." you had made out that he said pads.

You let out a loud laughter that could be heard through the phone, shown by the fact Choso was hushing you.

"Y/N, stop laughing! Yes or no? If yes, what type?" you could tell he was trying to be vague.

"Choso you are so cute, yes I would like some please can I have some night pads? I have enough days ones."

"Okay! I got this....okay see you and love you!!" he cut the phone after chanting to himself that he had the power to pick one product off an aisle.

All you could do was chuckle and feel warm at how much he cared for you...even if it was embarrassing for him....

Sukuna

You were giving Sukuna his daily massage in his throne room despite your cramps from your period. You didn't want to tell Sukuna that you were on your period because whenever you did he became a bit too overprotective in a murderous way....

However the cramps were unbearable.

"My Lord...May I be seated?" Sukuna's head whipped around and looked up and down your body before nodding slightly, tapping his leg indicating for you to sit there.

You sat down on Sukuna's crossed legs resting your head on his broad chest as you sighed squinting your eyes at the pain.

Two of Sukuna's arms were wrapped around your waist whilst the other two were on the floor. He tighten his grip on your waist as if he knew you were experiencing pain.

Suddenly a sharp knock was heard at the door.

"You may enter." Sukuna's gruff voice sounded out.

"I have the pads and tampons and foods you requested, Lord Sukuna." Uraume entered with a box placing them at your feet. Leaving promptly.

"It is your time of the month, is it not?"

You eyes widened as you looked back at him to see him looking down at you.

"Y-Yes my lord...how did you know?"

"I keep track in my own manner." you didn't even bother to ask how that was.

You knew Sukuna wasn't exactly the loving type, but you couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck.

"Thank you, my Lord!" he places one of his hands on your back not saying a word just letting out a huff. After a while he mumbles out.

"It's alright woman...."

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a/n: I hope that was good and all those true form sukuna fans out there hmu 😜

love you!! 🍇💜🍇💜

[rizzanon]

[Favourite] Shinichiro Sano

in which Shinichiro's siblings love you as much as their brother does

a scenario from the childhood friend! Shinichiro post, but can be read as a standalone

“(n/n)-chan! You're finally here!!”

Before you could fully turn around to see the person who called out for you, you were immediately pounced on by two little gremlins. A blond haired boy and a honey blond hair girl.

It seems that the two kids had been waiting eagerly for your arrival.

You could only smile at the sight, quickly hugging the two kids back, as you kneeled to look the both of them in the eyes.

“Hi Emma, Manjiro! Have you been waiting for me to arrive?”

The blonde hair girl nods her head eagerly, as she linked her arm with yours.

“Yes! I want to show you my new tea set!”

“Hey no fair! (n/n)-chin promised me that she'll let me show her the new taekwondo moves I've learnt!” The blond boy interjected, as he grabbed your other arm and pulled you towards him.

Being sandwiched between the two kids, you didn't know what to do to ease the both of them. You were about to open your mouth to say something to calm them down when someone beat you to it.

“Hey now, both of you. Leave her alone. Give her some space to breathe, will ya’?”

You looked up to see a familiar black haired guy walking towards the three of you. His hair and shirt slightly messed up and his face filled with some minor bruises. The two kids who were begging for you to follow them immediately stopped their antics, looking down in shame at being caught.

“Sorry, Shin-nii.”

Leave it to Shinichiro to control his siblings.

You looked up at your black haired friend, eyeing his unkempt appearance.

“Woah, you look like shit.” The taller male scoffs at your words.

“Rude. You think I don't know that already?”

“Just reminding you, that's all.” You hummed.

Your friend rolls his eyes at your words, before chuckling.

“Leave it to you to remind me of my shortcomings.”

“Maybe if you didn't decide to avoid your grandather's dojo lessons, you might've been able to come out of the fight not looking like shit.”

Shinichiro only sheepishly looked away, knowing that he couldn't refute your words.

“And this is why you should hang out with me instead, (n/n)-chin! I'm way stronger than Shin-nii. Even gramps said so!” The blond haired boy proudly exclaims, earning a groan from his older brother and a giggle from his younger sister.

“Is that so? Maybe you should teach your brother some moves then. He could use some lessons.” You teased, ruffling the younger male's hair as he looked up at you with stary eyes.

“Oi, don't go giving him ideas now. It's bad enough I have gramps on my ass.” Shinichiro grumbled, shaking his head exasperatedly.

“And who's fault is that?”

“.....Fair enough.”

You felt a tug at your left arm, and looked down to see a wide-eyed Emma staring at you with pleading eyes.

“Come on (n/n)-chan! Now that Shin-nii's here, we can all have a tea party with the new tea set grandpa got for me!”

You see from the corner of your eye the brother duo quietly trying to escape, but you knew better and grabbed them both by their collar, stopping them from leaving.

“And where do you two think you're going?”

“Heheh... I just remembered I have work to do...!” Shinichiro mumbles out a poor excuse, as he tries to get out from your grasp, only for you to pull him back.

“Going to do some measley work when your dear sister over here invited you to a tea party?” Your expression right now was scary, even Manjiro knew not to do anything stupid and just follow what you say.

Shinichiro sweats profusely, as he avoided all eye contact with you.

“Right... right... my bad. You're absolutely right...”

“See, it's not so bad, right?”

You were seated at a kiddy table, with plastic cutlery and food on it, while holding a cup of imaginary tea that Emma handed you.

You hear some groans from the older male, and you shoot him a nasty glare.

“What's with the attitude?”

“What attitude? I'm thoroughly enjoying my afternoon cup of tea over here.” Shinichiro replies, as he pretends to sip on the said tea.

You chuckle and roll your eyes at his gesture, before turning to look at the younger boy, who was blatantly pouting.

“What's wrong lil' guy?”

“This is boring. What's the point of having a tea party when there isn't even any real food or tea?!?”

“Hey! I tried my best okay! Can't you see!!?” Emma exclaims, as she crossed her arms out of indignance.

“Who says there isn't any real food though?”

The two kids immediately whipped their head towards your direction, and in an instant, you could see their eyes light up at the sight of the goodies and snacks you had brought with you.

“Woah...! Did you-”

“Yes, Manjiro, I also brought taiyaki with me too.”

“(n/n)-chin, you're my favourite person from now on!” The blonde haired boy exclaims, as he rushes towards you to receive his favourite treat.

“Was I not already your favourite person?” You chuckled, as you took out the packet of taiyaki you had bought specifically for the younger boy. His eyes widened, before he flashed a boyish grin at you.

“Of course you were! You still are now too, just had to remind you again.”

“You're my favourite person too, (y/n)-chan!” Emma gushed, as she too made her way to see the variety of snacks you had brought for them.

“Is there any for me?” You see the older male peeking over your shoulder, with a hopeful look in his eyes. Seems like he too was in the mood for a treat.

“Nope.”

Shinichiro's expression immediately becomes one of distraught, as he puts a hand to his chest.

“Ouch! Your words wound me, (y/n). How could you forget to bring a snack for this dear friend of yours.”

Is this guy serious?

“Cut your bullshit Shin. You're fooling no one with your act.”

Shinchiro visibly flinches at your words, before returning back to his normal self.

“Oh well. It was worth a try. Wanted to see if it would earn me some pity points from you.” Shinichiro shrugs, right before he was met with a bag of chips smacked right across his face. He immediately falls back from the sudden impact, earning giggles from his two younger siblings.

“Woops, my bad. Didn't mean to aim for your face.” You apologised, not sparing a glance at the black haired guy.

You definitely meant to aim for his face.

Shinichiro just laughs it off, as he shifted to sit next to you, opening up the packet of chips you threw at him.

“Aww, I knew I was always your favourite. You even got me my favourite flavour of chips too!” Shinichiro teases, earning a scoff from you.

“Bold of you to assume you're my favourite Sano, Shin.”

Shinichiro dramatically pauses, letting out a huge gasp. He really looked like he was shocked by your words, but you knew that he was just feigning hurt.

“What?? How could this be? If not me, then who else would be your favourite Sano?” You shook your head in disbelief, but decided to go along with this act of his.

“Your cute and adorable siblings of course!” You replied, as you ruffled both Emma and Manjiro's hair.

“I'm cute and adorable too y'know,” Shinichiro huffs, as he crosses his arms and looked away from you.

“Says no one.” Manjiro replies cheekily before you could even open your mouth to say something. You had to hold in a laugh after seeing the look of betrayal on the older male's face as soon as his younger brother uttered those words from his mouth.

“Wha- I'll have you know that people have in fact said those words, Manjiro "Mikey" Sano.”

Shinichiro tries to back himself up, but his attempt was immediately shot down by his younger sister, who mumbles, “If people really said that, you wouldn't have gotten rejected so many times...”

You lost it at that moment, and burst out in laughter, together with Manjiro who was enjoying the whole roast.

“Seriously?? I can't believe you all are ganging up on me like this...!” Shinichiro pauses, as he let out a few dramatic fake sobs, before continuing.

“My very own siblings too... What did you do for them to favour you like this...”

“Not my fault that I'm just better.”

“Yeah! She's way kinder to us that you are, Shin!” Emma says, much to Shinichiro's disbelief.

“What?? But I'm always nice to you both too!”

“Sure you are. Besides, (y/n)-chin always buys us our favourite snacks too!! See??” Manjiro adds on, shoving the taiyaki and sweets you had given to him up Shinchiro's face. Shinichiro shoots you a glare, but you only just shrug your shoulders, insisting that it is what it is.

“Bribery at it's finest... I can't believe this..” Shinichiro lets out a dejected sigh, chuckling as he shakes his head.

“Though, it's not like I can't blame my siblings." He says, as he leans in closer to you, whispering the next few words only for you to hear.

“You're my favourite person too.”

m.list

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Scissoring with the boys pt. 1

Pairings: Mikey, Kazutora, Kokonoi, & Inui x male reader (separately)

Warnings: Trans male!reader, dom!reader (Mikey, Koko, Kazutora), trans characters, scissoring, dirty talk, use of the terms: pussy, cunt, tdick, clit, hole, Koko calls you 'daddy'

“Oh shit...mmph!” His sweet voice rang out, mixed in with gasps from both you and your pretty boyfriend as you grind your cunt on his harder. Mikey's legs are tangled with yours on top of the plush bed, scissoring your pussies together for the first time

The sensation of his wet hole squishing against yours felt incredible; an unmatchable pleasure that causes you to speed up, vigorously thrusting your hips as you rub against him faster, biting your lip to stifle the grunts and moans falling with every passing second

Mikey can barely keep himself propped up because of your brutal pace. His eyes squeeze shut as his head falls back in ecstasy, a curtain of gold hanging behind his head beautifully while your bodies tremble in sync and your orgasms inch closer

“You're so wet, Mikey. Must feel pretty good, yeah?” You teased, recognizing the tight feeling deep within your stomach that warned of an incoming climax. “Gonna cum for me, right? Gonna gush all over me? Mmm, cum all over my cunt, Mikey...wanna feel how much you love this~ ”

You rolled your hips against the blond's little cunt, moaning loudly when your clits rubbed together and balling the sheets underneath your fists as you heard Mikey scream, “Cumming!! Y/n!” Rolling his hips just as hard against yours while coating your holes in slick cum as the wettest sounds filled the room

Your own release followed immediately after. Stars flooded your vision as white hot pleasure coursed through your entire body. Mikey's thighs shook as the aftershocks of his orgasm caused him to buck against your pussy and overstimulated both of you in the process

Collapsing back onto the bed in exhaustion, Mikey sighed while running a hand through his messy hair. Post-sex giggles spilled from the two of you as you regained your composure, laying there with your legs still loosely tangled until you had the strength to sit up and clean up and cuddle for a while

-

“Aaahh!! T-too fast...y/n please...” Your precious tiger whimpered at the new pace. Misty golden eyes were transfixed on the two tdicks rubbing against each other while you continued thrusting as quickly as you could, dripping so much wetness onto the sheets and all over Kazutora's cunt

“You can take it, baby. You can take it. You're my good boy, right?” You cooed at your darling, panting and sweating profusely from how fucking good Kazutora's pussy felt on yours. Rubbing against your folds as his cum mixed with yours from your previous round, acting as extra lube for your slippery cunts to move faster together

“God you feel good, baby...haah! Yeah grind against me...just like tha-aaat!! ” Tears pooled on your lashes as Kazutora began thrusting against you roughly, finally giving in as the need to cum overtook him

“Y/n...mmm aah~ Pl-please...need to– ” Half-lidded eyes gazed into his as you nodded your head, just as eager to stain him with your seed again

Shameless moans spilled from your lips as you chased your climax, Kazutora's lovely voice harmonized with yours from his own approaching climax all the same. With a final burst of strength, you sped up once more, letting your mouth fall open in a silent moan while you came hard against Kazutora's spasming cunt

“Fuck that was so good....did you like it, Tora?” The dazed smile while he nodded at your question was enough of an answer. His eyes fluttered closed as he exhaled a shaky breath, grinning when he felt your hands massaging his legs gently. Your fingers found Kazutora's and squeezed lightly, helping to ground him while his high subsided

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“Mm fuck yeah, daddy~ Fuck my pussy~ ” Your lover purred, throwing his head back and rolling his hips against you. His moans were the prettiest, sluttiest sounds, urging you to thrust your cunt against his even harder — even faster — until Kokonoi was nothing but a squirting mess

A sharp thrust from your hips prompted your whimpering boy to beg you for permission to cum again. The way your clit rubbed against his, all puffy and wet, sent tingles throughout his body. Having your bodies connected in this way was downright addicting

“Fuck, baby... You like when I fuck your hole like this, dontcha? ” You moaned, and Kokonoi responded with a sultry 'mm-hmm'. You reached out to pet your partner's cheek lovingly, brushing your fingertips across his porcelain skin and carding through the hair at the nape of his neck

One rough tug at his roots was more than enough to bring Kokonoi to the edge, causing his thighs to tremble uncontrollably. You began thrusting faster, trying to wring an intense orgasm out of your pretty boy. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah? Call yourself my good boy while you cum, babydoll.”

Kokonoi was breathless due to the relentless pace you were now going at. Your folds rubbed together in a pornographic display, squelching loudly while he chanted, “I'm your good boy, I'm your good boy, oh fuck– I-I'm your...aaah! Your g-good boooyyaaaaahhhfffuuucckk—!! ”

The sensation of your lover's pussy squirting right up against yours while you were grinding together tipped you over the edge as well; cumming with a broken whine as Koko's juices covered both of your bodies

It took a while for either of you to recover, but you did eventually. Exchanging soft kisses amongst the afterglow of such a messy session

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Inui could be incredibly rough sometimes, and you wouldn't have it any other way. The way he would let go after a while, growling and bucking his hips as if he was in heat, was absolutely a turn-on

“Oh god– fuck...Inupi, yes—!! ” You yelled, matching the quick pace that your partner had worked up to currently. Both of you were now pressing your cunts together tightly and scissoring with a terrifying speed, panting and grunting while staring into each other's lust-filled eyes

Inui's pussy was dripping down his thick thighs, coating your folds in his juices. His tdick was just big enough to dip inside of your pussy if you were at the right angle; brushing against your walls a tiny bit and sending a little shiver down your spine

“Cum with me– C-cum on my dick, y/n! ” Inui exclaimed. Using every bit of leverage that he had, your partner used his tdick to stimulate your clit and shallowly fuck the inside of your pussy. Ripping a cacophony of wanton moans out of you until you came along with him

He didn't stop immediately though, continuing to rub against your soaked hole through cloudy vision and a hazy mind. Your overstimulated whimpers did nothing except spur Inui on even more, rolling his hips until his muscles gave out and he slumped down on the bed — your own collapse following suit

Once you recovered with just enough energy to move, you crawled over to Inui and curled up next to him. Rubbing your lover's chest while his hand rested on top of your own, exchanging sleepy smiles before you both fell asleep

[kayschariot]

2018-19 Alex’s mom walking in on you two making out and Alex has kiss marks all over his face from it and trying to explain but failing

i heavily fw this one.. but the embarrassment would..KILLL MEEEEE..

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2019 Alex getting caught

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He’d ask his mom if you could come over, you were his girlfriend of course she said yes.

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You’d find yourselves watching a movie in his room, cuddling. His mom would check on you two sometimes asking if you needed anything at all.

it got late and you two got more touchy..more touchy and uhh more touchy I guess?

You’d kiss his cheek accidentally leaving a lip stick mark on it, you’d start giggling and he’d look at you nervous he did something wrong or embarrassed himself but no.

“I got lipstick on your cheek..” You say and he’d shrug. You’d end up kissing his cheek again leaving another mark..another one.. and one thing lead to another his face was covered in your lipstick and he could not care less.

The boy was enjoying you focusing on him and giving him this attention. It made him aroused and dazed in a way. finally you kissed his lips and he had an immediate response by cupping your face and kissing you aggressively.

“Oh my god i love you so fucking much..” He’d break the kiss just to pull you up to straddle him and make out with him.

“I love you..holy shit-..” he’d say between breaths.

“I love you too hone-“ He’d kiss you again. He wasn’t really giving you chances to breath just making sure your lips were on his was his biggest priority. He leaned on the head board of the bed so he could get more comfortable and continue making out with you on top of him.

It between this aggressive make out Alex would not know what was coming next..

Alex’s mom came to the door and knocked as a reminder but opened the door quickly as she didn’t think you two would be doing anything.

“Hey do you two want anything before I go to be-..” She’d stop and just look at you two.

you two would jump up and the only thing not helping was the trail of saliva that parted between your guys lips.

the embarrassment would fucking kill him..and you..his face went red and he still had kiss marks all over him. “Uh-uhm..I-Just..uh..no..” He’d say.

“Yeah i can see you two are uh..busy-..” She’d say.

“No-we were just..uhm..hugging.” Alex said, clearly lying his ass off.

“Yeah your face says otherwise tell me if you need anything Y/N.” She said and you’d nod. she left.

“Oh-oh my fucking god-..i’m so sorry..”Alex would apologize profusely over and over again. you’d tell him it was fine and try to get him back into that mood and you ended up doing so.

You two stayed making out all night and watching movies and laughing about this.

[justagamerandaweeb]

Bromance - Modern AU! Hakuji and Kyojuro x Reader

Hakuji is bi, Kyojuro is pan. They would've been a cute couple if you really put some thought into it.

Toxic, but still cute.

Art by p1nkmenace63, Pink and orange divider by @peachesboard, and pink and orange MDNI banner by @roseschoices.

The following smut includes: nipple play, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, fellatio (both (Y/N) and Kyojuro are both giving), double barrel blowjob, skinfluting, teasing, cum swallowing, and cum licking.

Kyojuro profusely sweating after another day of sparring with Hakuji as he sat down on the floor with his legs crossed and the top half of his gi off. He opened the bottle of water in his hand and took a few sips of it as he lets out a sigh of relief and puts the cap back on. "Water, you are a lifesaver." He puts the bottle next to him and does a few arm and leg stretches as he slouches against the wall and closes his eyes.

He sighed as he had a brief moment of peace before he felt someone softly kick his foot. He opens his eyes and sees that it is (Y/N) towering over him. She smiled at him and waved as he said, "Oh, hey (Y/N). When did you get here?"

"I came through the door, seeing you two when I was passing by." She sits down next to him and asks, "So... How are you and Hakuji doing today?" "We're doing good. Just finished sparring with him if you couldn't tell." He said as he heard the sound of a body slamming on the floor. They both turn their heads to see Hakuji performing an Ezekiel Choke on one of the students.

The student struggled to disconnect the lock, but Hakuji had a firm grip on the forearm of his gi. "You gotta tap, that's the only way you get out of this." Hakuji commented at the student he was choking out. The more the student struggled, the more he tightened the submission. It got so tight in fact, that the student started to violently cough and their face started to turn red. "Tap." Hakuji softly barked at them as they closed their eyes and clenched their teeth before admitting defeat and tapping on the floor.

He got off of the student and they violently coughed as they held their neck, wheezing as oxygen entered their mouth, went down to their trachea, both left and right into their bronchus, and into their lungs. Their breathing started to relax as Hakuji extended their hand to them, and to his surprise, they accepted it. He picks them up and pats their shoulder as he compliments them, "That was a good fight. You would've been a challenge for me if you countered my takedown."

The student nods as they say, "Yeah..." And pats Hakuji's shoulder. They let go of his hand as they walked in the other direction, and Hakuji shouted at them, "Make sure you drink some water!" And they gave him a thumbs up behind their back while walking. Hakuji waved at them and saw Kyojuro and (Y/N) sitting together, so he took this as an opportunity to follow suit and sit with them.

Kyojuro grabbed his water bottle and extended it to Hakuji, gesturing at him to see if he would like a waterfall. He waved his hand left and right, politely declining the offer as Kyojuro put his bottle back on the floor. "Fancy seeing you here, (Y/N). You came to see us shit on the other students as we train? Or did you just come to hang out with us?"

(Y/N) giggles before responding to his question, "Well, originally it was hanging out with you guys, but seeing the way you choked out that other student, I think it's a mix of both." Kyojuro and Hakuji chuckled at that response as Hakuji noted, "Enjoy it while it lasts, we might be leaving in the next hour or so."

"Aw..." (Y/N) pouted. "Yeah, I know. But hey, once we're done with this, we can go get something to eat. Kyojuro, you up for round two?" "I am more than willing to oblige." Kyojuro agreed with Hakuji as he stood up and stretched. He then palmed his fist, which made a very loud slap, and said, "Shall we get started?" Hakuji scoffs playfully as he gets up and tightens his belt as they both walk on the mat. They both palmed their fist together, and bowed down to each other before taking their stances.

Hakuji, Kyojuro, and (Y/N) walked out of the building as Kyojuro and Hakuji were wearing their casual clothing with their duffle bags on their shoulder. Both of their faces were a little sweaty, but didn't smell musky due to them having deodorant on. "Well, that was fun." Hakuji commented while Kyojuro added on, "Indeed it was. Even though I was getting molly-whopped by you, I still had a fun time!" Walking with both of his hands behind his head, with a smile on his face.

(Y/N) softly giggles at his cheery carefree attitude while Hakuji scoffed with a smile on his face. "Even amidst defeat, you always look at things in a positive light." Hakuji said as Kyojuro retorted, "Well, you'll have to thank my mother for that. She told me to always be happy, even when things seem grim at certain times. Because tomorrow will be better than today, and if not, theres always the day after that. Rest her soul, she was a good woman, and a good mother." Kyojuro noted as they were walking.

They remained silent, the sound of cars passing by reducing the loudness of silence as they walked. Kyojuro's head perked up as he laughed and said, "Did I just ruin the mood? My apologies! I just miss my mom sometimes. C'mon, let's go get something to eat, like Hakuji said." And heavily sighs.

(Y/N) got closer to him as she looked down and locked hands with him. Kyojuro looks at her, and softly smiled at her as Hakuji wraps his arm around his shoulder. Kyojuro softly chuckles as they continue to walk on the sidewalk, wandering off until they stop at a certain restaurant so they can have some food in their stomachs.

They all stopped at a ramen restaurant, and went inside as they sat down on the stools which were in front of the ramen menu. Hakuji asked Kyojuro and (Y/N), "Alright, what are you guys getting? I already know what I want." He said, scratching the right side of his face with his index finger. Kyojuro responds by saying, "I'll just take a soba soup, since that's my go-to whenever I eat something that includes ramen. (Y/N)?"

"Uh... I guess I'll take... tonkotsu...?" (Y/N) pondered at that last part, unsure if that's what she really wants. Hakuji scoffs as he puts on his headphones, and plays his playlist as he taps his finger on the counter, waiting for the server to come by and take his order. While Kyojuro and (Y/N) look around the restaurant, like a pair of curious kids.

"So... How have you been? I think I forgot to ask you that when you came over to the dojo." Kyojuro says, leaning forward to make eye contact with (Y/N). "Oh. Well, I've been doing good. I currently have the day off from my job, so that's why I decided to hang out with you guys." "Oh, that's nice." Kyojuro commented while Hakuji was still on his phone.

"Mind if I ask you something, (Y/N)? And you don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable." He said, his eyes darting to Hakuji who was looking to his left bobbing his head to whatever song he was listening to, and back to (Y/N). "What do you think of Hakuji as a person?'

"Hm, well... I think he's nice. He's a bit of a rebel at certain times, but he shows respect to people when he thinks they earned it. And he's respectable to women, from what I've seen from him." (Y/N) stated, showing mutual respect for him. "Hm, okay then. Now for my second question, what do you think of him as a friend?"

(Y/N) was about to speak, but Kyojuro cut her off by noting, "And don't say anything like what you just described him as a person. I want to see what you think of him as a friend." Her face started to become a little red as she began to speak up about what she thought about him. "He's... Um... wow, this shouldn't be a hard question... He's..." (Y/N)'s leg started to bounce as she couldn't find a good answer for him. Sure, she knew he was a good friend to her, fantastic even, but she couldn't find the words to describe him.

"If it's too hard for you, let me rephrase; what qualities does he have that make him a good friend?" Him saying that, made more clearer for (Y/N) to answer. She softly cleared her throat as she said, "He's... generous... he's patient with me, like he doesn't want to start anything... He's kind, and respectful too. He doesn't get angry with me like he does with other people, but when he does, he'll leave me alone and try to cope on his own."

"I'm pretty sure you described him as a gentleman." Kyojuro stated leaning his head to the right with a smile on his face. "Now, for the last question... and I need you to answer this as genuinely as you can..." he leans closer to her, getting a little bit into her personal space as he whispers, "What do you think of him... as a lover?"

A bead of sweat formed on the right side of (Y/N)'s forehead as Kyojuro leaned back, and gave (Y/N) the time to process. Her face became more red as she nervously swallowed the spit that was in her mouth as she was spiraling in her head, What type of question is that?! How can you ask someone a question like that so casually? How can you expect someone to even properly process that question!? And... why does my stomach feel weird when I think about it...? (Y/N) puts her hand on her stomach as she starts to feel lightheaded from thinking about an answer to Kyojuro's question.

"Excuse me?" They both heard a random stranger say. They both paid their attention to the voice, to see a young woman in a chef outfit, with a pen and a notepad in her hands. "Can I get you two anything?" Kyojuro softly chuckles as Kyojuro says, "Apologies for not noticing you, young lady. But yeah, I'll take a bowl of soba please." He said as the lady wrote down the food of choice and looked at (Y/N). "Tonkotsu..." She softly uttered as she wrote down the food and said, "I'll have your bowls in a couple of minutes." And walked away. "Thank you, ma'am!" Kyojuro exclaimed as he softly sighed, and looked back at (Y/N), who still had a visible blush on her face.

"I think... I'm gonna go to the restroom. Get my bearings straight as I... yeah." She stood up off the stool, and started to walk to a hall that led to the restroom. As Kyojuro watched her walk to the hall, he thought to himself, Hm. Seems like (Y/N) has feelings for Hakuji. Which, is reasonable. I mean, I have my significant feelings towards him, so I get where she's coming from. But, now that I'm waiting for her to leave the restroom... his eyes transitioned to Hakuji's direction as he then sat on (Y/N)'s stool, and Hakuji took his headphones off as he saw him in his peripherals.

"Kyojuro? Where's (Y/N)?" Hakuji questioned, looking around the restaurant for her. "She's in the restroom. If you're wondering why, it's because she's processing an answer to a question I ask her. A question that is entirely about you, and your relations with her." A blush started to fade into Hakuji's face as he said, "My relations...? The hell did you say to her about me?" He barked, making his voice sound more serious but still maintaining the blush on his face. Kyojuro leans towards Hakuji and asks Hakuji, "What do you think of (Y/N) as a person?"

(Y/N) splashed water on her face as her hands started to shake, and her heart started to become more audible in her ears. She made a sharp inhale, held her breath for a few seconds, and softly exhaled. She repeated this cycle a few more times until her heart started to slow down. She repeated what Kyojuro said to her in her head, "What do you think of him... as a lover?"

She tightly balled her fist as she thought to herself, I think of him as... as... she whined as even in her thoughts, she couldn't think of a legitimate answer. I think of him as... a... a good husband... she palmed her face with both of her hands as she rapidly stomped on the floor, screaming internally. This shouldn't be a hard question! All I have to do is tell Kyojuro how I feel about him! Wait, no that's not- She made some sort of noise that sounded like a squeal, but a moan of embarrassment at the same time.

Her hands slid down her face as he let out a sigh of defeat as she left the restroom. As she was walking, she thought to herself, Okay, all you need to do is tell Kyojuro that Hakuji would make a good husband... surely that'll convince him of what I think about him, right? She trotted back to the main room, and saw Hakuji and Kyojuro eating their bowls of ramen. She made a brief huff and puff as she walked back to the stool that she was sitting on, grabbed and broke the chopsticks apart, and picked up a handful of noodles with a half-cut egg in it.

She took the chopsticks and shoved them into her mouth as she started to chew the delicacy that was in her mouth. It had a bitter, tangy taste to it, mixed with the slight sourness of the noodles, and the sulfurous flavor of the egg, it was quite the delectable meal. As she was eating her bowl, Hakuji couldn't help but keep glancing at her. What he told Kyojuro, was feelings that he genuinely had for her. But, he doesn't know if she has the same since he was too busy listening to music.

He would continue to eat his bowl of ramen as he spoke to himself, If what Kyojuro told me about how (Y/N) feels about me is true, then how should I even respond to her? I do like her, but, I don't know if we're on that level yet, and I don't want to make her uncomfortable if she isn't. He was about to put the ramen in his mouth, but stopped as he was almost about to. He puts the chopsticks down in the bowl and softly sighs. Damn it... Now I don't feel hungry anymore... he pushes the bowl away to the left from him, and slumps his head on the counter.

(Y/N) looked to her left to see him like that, and she could only guess what she was thinking about. As Kyojuro was eating, he looks to his left to see (Y/N) staring at Hakuji as he swallows his food and prods her shoulder with his index finger. She turned her head back to face him, and he said, "Is there something you wanna tell him?" She looks back at Hakuji as she puckers her lips and softly groans. Kyojuro softly sighed through his nose as he spoke out, "Y'know what? I think I have an idea for all three of us. Check please!" He shouted, making even Hakuji lift his head back up from the boom of his voice.

One of the waiters walked to him and gave him the receipt for the food they just consumed. He took out his wallet, and gave the waiter the amount of yen required as he grabbed his duffel bag that was on the floor, stood up off the stool, and tapped on (Y/N) and Hakuji's shoulder. They both watch Kyojuro leave the restaurant, and they both briefly look at each other, with blushes on their faces as they avoid eye contact the millisecond they look at each other.

Hakuji grabbed his duffel bag, and started to walk to the door exit. (Y/N) follows him and he leaves the door open for her to walk through. Once she walked through, he let go of the door and started to follow her as she was following Kyojuro. (Y/N) started to walk a little bit faster to Kyojuro to ask him something. And once she did, she asked him, "Where are you taking us?" And which made Kyojuro smile as he responded, "We're going to my place. That way, we can have this... confab, about how you both feel about each other."

(Y/N)'s blush became more visible as she started to slow down, but not be slow enough to where Kyojuro was a couple of feet away from her, rather being in a line in the middle between Kyojuro and Hakuji. The sound of her heart became more audible in her ears as her body started to feel light as they were walking on the sidewalk. Thankfully the walk didn't last long as they arrived at the place Kyojuro lived in; an apartment complex.

Kyojuro grabs the door handle, and pulls it open for (Y/N) and Hakuji to walk through. Kyojuro follows them as Hakuji presses the button to call the elevator. Hakuji was bouncing his leg, (Y/N) clamped her hands together, looking down with slight embarrassment on her face, and Kyojuro had a smile on his face. The elevator opened, and the trio went inside as Kyojuro pressed the button that led to the fourth floor of the building. The door closed and the elevator started to go up.

(Y/N)'s body started to become light again, not from the elevator going up, but from this sense of trepidation. She knew what was about to happen, but she didn't know what to do when the time came. All she could do was just roll with it, and see what would happen. Soon the elevator made a stop and dinged as the elevator door opened. Kyojuro's hand went into his back pocket as he took out a keycard. He started to spin the card in between the gaps of his fingers as they were walking.

Eventually, they stopped at a door as Kyojuro swiped the card at the card reader, and the reader beeps as Kyojuro grabbed the door handle, and opened the door. They all went inside as they took off their shoes and took off their hoodies. Kyojuro folded his up on his forearm, Hakuji threw his on the couch and put his luggage on the floor, and (Y/N) put hers on the lamp table. They followed Kyojuro to his room and they saw a king-sized bed that had a grey comforter and big pillows. "Alright, both of you sit down."

Hakuji and (Y/N) both looked at each other and they softly swallowed their spit as they slowly walked to the bed, and sat down on it. Kyojuro puts his bag in the closet as he says, "I'm gonna get us some drinks, why don't you two talk about how you both feel about each other while I do so?" Both of them remained silent until Kyojuro left and closed the door behind him, and now there was silence. Their hearts profusely beating out of their chest as they couldn't help but glance at each other.

Their stomachs felt weird, like there was a constant churn in their stomachs as they struggled to find words to say to each other. (Y/N) twisted her legs together as she twiddled her thumbs and looked down at the floor, showing clear signs of uneasiness from the tension that was flowing through the room. Hakuji was bouncing his right leg and his hands were clenched together as he too didn't know what to say.

Correction; he did know what to say, but he didn't know how to deliver it. Reason? He doesn't quite know himself. Fear of rejection? Misinterpreting about what he said? So many negative things going through his mind, that it made it more harder to get his bearings straight. He huffed as he turned his head and was about to speak, but then was met with (Y/N)'s lips on his.

His eyes widened as he made a sound that indicated extreme confusion, and unexpectancy. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around him, not giving him any time to properly process what was happening as they both collapsed on the bed, and (Y/N) was mounted on top of him. His arms were up, beside both sides of his head as he listened to the sounds of (Y/N) whimpers and their lips reconnecting. She leaned her head to the right to make the kiss deeper as drool started to run down their mouths.

What the fuck is happening...? She's... She's kissing me... and mounted on top of me... Should I feel happy, or concerned? I'm glad she has the same feelings for me... but, at the same time, it feels like she's forcing herself to do this, despite being a year older than me. Hakuji lifts his arms up and puts his hands on her shoulders as he softly pushes her off. "Wh- What are you doing? S-Shouldn't you be happy that I'm kissing you?" She said, her voice trembling as if she was about to break into tears.

Hakuji then avoided eye contact with her as he asked her, "Are you... comfortable doing this...?" "H-Huh?" Hakuji slowly sat up as his right hand slowly crept up to (Y/N)'s cheek. "You don't have to force yourself to do something you aren't comfortable with. Yes, I love you. But I don't want our first time together to be something that feels like we have to do because Kyojuro told us to. Like some damn arranged marriage that the two didn't agree with. So (Y/N), please tell me," he puts his hand on the back of her head and their foreheads bumped against each other, "Are you comfortable doing this with me?"

Tears started to well up in (Y/N)'s eyes as she backed away from him and started to wipe her eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." This made Hakuji tilt his head in a confused manner as he asked her, "What are you apologizing for? I'm just asking you if you're comfortable doing this. Is there... something I said wrong...?" "N-No, no, no, it's just... I-I've never done this before, a-and... I'm afraid that I'm gonna do a bad job a-and-" Hakuji silenced her as he softly put his lips onto hers, making her elicit a moan.

His hands cupped her cheeks as he tilted his head to the side and slid his tongue inside (Y/N)'s mouth. She softly whimpered as he mounted on top of her. She felt his tongue touch hers, which made her recoil a little before melting into it. Their tongue slowly twirled with one another due to the inexperience they both had as this was their first legitimate kiss. Hakuji's hands started to slide down to her face, and onto her hindquarters. She softly gasped as she felt Hakuji's firm hands softly squeezing her behind as if it were a pillow made out of memory foam.

They both stopped kissing as both of their faces were burgundy, their pupils dilated and steam coming out of their mouths through every exhale they'd done. "I'll tell you once again, are you comfortable doing this with me?" She softly nodded as Hakuji said to her, "Don't nod to me, I wanna hear you say it." Despite being 18 years old, he was always so commanding and respectful to other people, when they earned his respect, of course. (Y/N) softly swallowed her spit as she softly inhaled and responded, "Yes, Hakuji. I am comfortable doing this with you."

Hakuji smirked as he said, "Good." And kissed her again. This time however, he decided to take the initiative, and started to move his hand onto her shirt and started to fondle her. She mewled at the sensation of his hand touching her cloth-covered breast, but whimpered out, "W-Wait, my shirt is gonna wrinkle..." This causes Hakuji to stop as he grabs the bottom rim of her shirt and says, "Can I take it off? And please say that I can rather than nodding to me."

(Y/N) softly whined at the retort of his question, but she answered him as she wanted this to happen. "Please do." And so he did, slowly rolling her shirt up to reveal her stomach, and soon enough, her bra. She raised her arms so he completely took off the shirt as he dropped it on the floor and looked at her body. He started to caress her body, making her mewl again as she moved her head to the right and looked out the night city. "So soft..." he softly utters as he lowers his head down and starts to peck her stomach with soft and sensual kisses.

She cooed at his warm, chapped lips touching her sensitive skin, as she closed her eyes and softly balled her fists up as she felt the prints of his fingers touch her sides. His kisses from her stomach began to get higher and higher until he reached her xiphoid process and was between her breasts. He grabbed the rim of her bra as he looked up at her and she softly spoke, "Do it..." he was about to push them up until he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Sorry guys, I was washing the dishes since I forgot how full my sink— oh." Kyojuro stared at Hakuji mounted on top of (Y/N), as it looked like he was about to take (Y/N)'s bra off. "Am... I interrupting the fun? I could always leave you two alone and..." he clears his throat and scratches the back of his head as a blush forms on his face. "I'm gonna go, uh... Yeah." Kyojuro was about to walk out of the room but (Y/N) called out his name, stopping Kyojuro from completely closing the door.

He reopens it as (Y/N) starts to struggle to find the words to say now that he was making eye contact with her in this... rather interesting position she was in. "I... Y-You..." she covers her face from embarrassment as Hakuji asks her, "Do you... want him to stay?" She nodded on impulse, as Hakuji looked back at Kyojuro and gestured him to come in. Kyojuro's eyes slightly widened as he reopened the door, and closed it. "Well, since I'm here, I guess I should fit the mood... right?" He said as he started to take off his shirt, and unbuckle his belt.

He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down with his arms and legs crossed together, and softly chuckled as he glanced at them. His face was red just like the tips of his hair as he said, "Well? Continue with what you two were doing." Hakuji and (Y/N) both looked back at each other before Hakuji slowly pushed (Y/N)'s bra off to show her breasts in full display. The tips of Hakuji's ears started to turn into a blood-like color as this was the first time seeing a woman's breasts.

It's as if his hands were on autopilot as they immediately groped and squeezed one of them, making (Y/N) exclaim a moan from her lips. Kyojuro's eyes widened from the sound that came out of her mouth, while Hakuji quickly pulled his hand back and said, "Sorry! Did... did I hurt you?" She shook her head and said, "N-No... It didn't hurt. Y-You can keep going." She said, in a hush, feeble tone. Hakuji looked back down to her mounds of flesh, softly clasped his hand on one of them, and started to softly fondle it.

She elicited another moan from her lips, feeling his firm but gentle hand on her made her body feel warm and fuzzy. While Kyojuro was forming a half-chub in his pants as he watched. His body temperature began to rise as he watched the action unfold. Seeing that Hakuji wasn't completely on top of her, he took the opportunity to move down to the lower half of her body, and grabbed the rim of her pants as he slowly pulled them down. "K-Kyojuro..."

Kyojuro pulled her pants off and dropped them on the of the bed as he started to trail his hands onto (Y/N)'s legs, making her softly whimper as Hakuji continued to fondle her. Her skin against his prints made it feel like he was trailing his fingers against silk. Her smooth, hairless legs stimulate his prints as he courses them. Her skin... it's so soft... he thought as he lowered his head down, and began to peck her leg.

(Y/N) was about to moan out Kyojuro's name, but then she made a loud gasp as she felt Hakuji suck on her nipple, making her slightly bend her neck and back. His warm mouth around her gave her chills throughout her body, and it didn't help the fact that her nipples were fully erect. Not only that, but her spot from down there was slowly becoming self-lubricated.

Hakuji softly cupped his hands on the mound of flesh he was sucking on, moving his tongue up and down on her erect teat as he moans and send vibrations on it. She moans a little bit louder than before, making her toes softly curl up in the process. Kyojuro then glanced at (Y/N)'s undergarments, to see a small damp spot between her hips, only indicating what that spot could be.

His chub started to become more visible and his bottom half started to become more tense. He got on his hands and knees and started to reach his hand out to it. He grabs the part of the crotch and pulls it to the side to reveal her wet, puffy lips. His shaft in his pants became fully erect when he lays eyes on it, her clit fully erect and twitching making him almost choke on his spit. He traces his fingers on her inner thigh, and slowly goes down to her spot as he uses his thumb and slowly moves it up and down.

(Y/N) gasps as her entire body tensed up and her back arched. Her breath hitches, and letting out slight whimpers as she tries to regain her composure. Kyojuro never heard a sound like that coming out of (Y/N) before, but a part of him for some odd reason enjoyed that sound.

And the smallest bit of him wouldn't mind if she made that sound again.

He continued to move his thumb up and down on her sensitive slit, making her ball her fist tight enough to the point where her knuckles started to turn white, and she was breathing in short rapid pants. "K-Kyojuro! P-Please!" Hakuji was still sucking on (Y/N)'s nipple, and he started to get an erection as he was hearing the sounds of (Y/N)'s mewls of pleasure.

She's so wet down here... it's... unreal... I wonder what would happen if I... he swallows his spit and licks his lips as he starts to imagine what it would be like to lick her warm, tight, pink, wet, and sticky insides. And then, something clicked in his mind as he used both of his thumbs, glancing at her cunt winking at him, and that caused him, on impulse, to lick it.

Her legs instantly formed an x formation as she immediately grabbed a fistful of his hair, and pucked her lips to stifle a scream. He continued to lick her down there, now nose-deep and his lips latched onto hers. The musky aroma that he scented from her spot, made his head feel slightly floaty, as if she was laced with some sort of aphrodisiac and was having the first chance of tasting it. He closed his eyes and softly groaned as he felt her juices flow through his tongue.

She tastes so good... she might be tastier than actual food... he thought as he puts his hands onto her inner thighs and began to suck on her bead. Her hand gripped his hair tighter as she felt him sucking on her sensitive clit, releasing an exclaim of pleasure through her mouth. Hakuji stops sucking her nipple as he then started to pull his pants and boxers off to reveal his erect shaft. Him watching this all play out made him want to feel good as well. He stood on his knees as he said, "(Y/N)..."

(Y/N) looks to her left to see a dark pink tip with a transparent bead of liquid on it. (Y/N)'s face heats up as she looks up at Hakuji to see his face red as well, and avoiding eye contact with her. "If it's too much, you don't have to... you know..." She looked back down at his shaft that was twitching and was leaking out pre. His shaft was surrounded by some sort of musky scent that was making her head spin, and her intrusive thoughts were to lick the tip and the clear liquid, which she did.

Hakuji softly gasped as he felt her warm wet tongue lick his organic crown, making his shaft throb and his body have chills. She continued to lick his crown, getting a feel for what it would feel like before she fully committed to putting it in her mouth. His pre had a sour taste, but she liked it. She was savoring his taste as she was giving him kitty licks, slightly stimulating him.

Hakuji softly groans as he puts his hand on her head, and starts to stroke her hair. Fuck... even with her licking me like this, it still feels really good. He softly caressed the left side of her forehead with his thumb as he closed his eyes and let (Y/N) do her thing. Kyojuro stopped sucking (Y/N)'s clit as he pulled his head back to get some air. As he wiped his chin that was covered from (Y/N)'s lather as he thought, Fuck, that tasted delicious. I can still taste her from her remnants on my tongue. He licks his lips as he makes a hum of satisfaction.

However, he was a little caught off by how (Y/N) wasn't making that much noise now, as his eyes slowly pan up to see (Y/N) moving her tongue in a circle around Hakuji's crown. For whatever reason, Kyojuro's eyes were stuck on Hakuji's shaft. Its pale complexion with its smooth texture, not a single vein to be seen as his hair from down there looked a little formal, which couldn't be said for Kyojuro. Not only that, but his abdominal muscles were so tone, that both sides of his waist were forming a v that led straight to his crotch area.

It made Kyojuro drool a little without him realizing as he then softly shook his head, and sucked his saliva back. He then got on his hands and knees as he then started to crawl next to (Y/N), and started to lick the side of the body of his shaft. This made Hakuji slightly flinch from the feeling of another tongue licking him, so he opened his eyes to see Kyojuro, with his eyes closed, licking his rod. "T-The hell?"

(Y/N) slowly opens her eyes to see Kyojuro, right next to her, attempting to please Hakuji. She stops licking his tip as she says, "K-Kyojuro?" He stops as he makes a quick remark, "What? Can't I please him as well? I'll admit, his cock is what attracted me to pleasing him." Both of them turned burgundy when he said that with so much confidence and without stuttering at that. (Y/N) was about to speak until she was silenced by Kyojuro when he locked his lips onto hers.

She could taste the bits of her juices on his tongue as he slowly twirled it around hers, making her brain reach maximum stimulation. Kyojuro puts his hand on the back of (Y/N)'s head, making sure that she keeps her head steady as he twirls his tongue around hers. Hakuji's shaft began to twitch as he watched them kiss, seeing their saliva dripping down from their chin to the bed. They both stopped kissing as a string of saliva gaped the distance between them, and then Hakuji moved forward only to show his erect shaft to them.

He then put both of his hands on Kyojuro and (Y/N)'s heads as he softly pushed their heads until their lips were on his shaft. "I want to try something, Is that okay with you two? The way you both kissed... it just... fuck, it was hot." His face turned red when he said that, but that didn't stop him from continuing. "S-So, I'm gonna move my hips, and see what happens after, okay?" They both nod in agreement as Hakuji exhales, "Okay..." And started to move his hips.

Not even three thrusts in, and Hakuji was already groaning from the texture of their moist lips rubbing against his rod. Their tongues also rubbing under him amplified the feeling as he was thrusting at a moderate pace. He softly grips their hair as he utters, "F-Fuck..." and softly moans. Kyojuro started to move his tongue in and out of his mouth, making Hakuji slightly flinch as he was thrusting, while (Y/N) was moving her tongue left and right, lubricating a significant amount of his skin.

Kyojuro softly moaned on his rod, sending soft vibrations on his shaft, and making his breath hitch. "H-Hey, you can't do that... my dick's already sensitive enough as it is..." Kyojuro opens his eyes and glanced at (Y/N) to see that she was still letting her lips get rubbed on by his cock. His lips formed a smile as he then grabbed Hakuji's wrist from the back of his head, and pulled him down to the bed. He pinned him to the bed, and opened his legs, leaving his shaft constantly twitching for more stimulation.

He slowly crawled down to his shaft, and without giving Hakuji a chance to speak, he licked his tip. Hakuji grits his teeth and his left eye as he says, "Kyojuro, t-the hell—" he makes a gravely moan as he feels Kyojuro wrap his lips around him and bob his head. The muscles on his legs tensed up as he felt Kyojuro's mouth surrounding his shaft and going in and out of it. Hakuji put his hand on Kyojuro's face, trying to pull him off to make him stop, but his mouth felt so good, he couldn't help but feel weak to it.

(Y/N) help but watch Kyojuro pleasing Hakuji with his mouth, it made her slit feel really tingly and a bead of her juices started to run down her thigh. Her hand started to go under there, and she couldn't help but rub her finger up and down on it. She whimpers as she was stimulating herself with her finger, her wet and sensitive cunt educing lewd noises made this situation so much more erotic than it needed to be.

Kyojuro elicits a popping sound from his lips as he wipes his saliva from his chin and wraps his hand around his shaft and slowly starts to stroke it. Kyojuro turns around to see (Y/N) touching herself, which turned him on a little, and calls her out. "It's your turn now." She moved her finger away from her slit, which was now drenched from her juices as her fingers had multiple lines stretching away from her flower.

The entire top half of her body started to lean down, leaving her bottom half arching out upwards, and her rear completely in the air. (Y/N) looks at the stiff muscle occasionally twitching and throbbing as it waits to be stimulated. She felt Kyojuro's hand on the back of her head as he heard him whisper, "Come on now, don't be shy. If it helps, he tastes a little good." That gave (Y/N) a little smirk and a chuckle as he then opened her mouth, wrapped her lips around him, and softly started to bob her head.

Hakuji moans again, but rather than trying to push (Y/N)'s head off, he pats her hair as he looks up at the ceiling and says, "F-Fuck..." Kyojuro notices that (Y/N)'s ass was in the air, and he took advantage of the position she was in as he sat up and got behind her. He looks down to see his raging erection tenting his pants as he thinks, Huh, somehow I forgot these were on. Ah, doesn't matter, now that we're here. He took them off, as well as his boxers, grabs his shaft from the base, and started to move it up and down on her drenched cunt.

(Y/N) felt her entire body tense up as she felt Kyojuro's shaft moving up and down on her spot, teasing her entrance as he lubricated himself for what was about to come, but not in the way she thought. She continued to pleasure Hakuji orally as saliva was running down his shaft, laying the saliva that was already coating his rod from Kyojuro. "D-Dosh dis phel gud, Hakushi?" She says, her mouth full from his shaft in her mouth. "Yeah... Y-Yeah, it does... I can only imagine what you're gonna feel like down there. So warm, and tight..." his shaft throbbed just from thinking about it.

Meanwhile, Kyojuro was making muffled groans as he was coating his shaft with (Y/N)'s cunt-juice, moving his hips up and down and even going as far as taking all four of his fingers, rubbing her with them, and stroking his rod. His shaft felt so sensitive, it felt like he could burst just from pumping himself alone. Her discharge felt so slimy yet smooth, it felt like he was moving his hand up and down with ease. He decided to pump himself lying down on his back, next to Hakuji as he does so.

Hakuji turns his head to see Kyojuro right next to him, and he makes a soft frown on his face, but still maintains his blush. Kyojuro leans towards him only to peck his lips, and making Hakuji more flustered. Kyojuro softly chuckles. But moans as he suddenly felt (Y/N) sucking his shaft as well, leaving Hakuji blue-balled and begging for more. "Hey, I wasn't finished yet... you can't just stop and do him next."

Kyojuro chuckles again as he says, "Well, th-there is one way we could do it... (Y/N), stop." Kyojuro commanded her, making a hum that gives off a sense of confusion as she takes his cock out of his mouth and said, "D-Did I do something wrong? Why are you telling me to stop?" She said, softly panting as she swallowed her saliva. "First off, no, you're doing a fantastic job. Second off, Hakuji wants you to suck his cock again since you stopped so abruptly for me. So, I have a solution that may or may not work. And all we need to do, specifically me and Hakuji, is to stand on our knees."

Hakuji was a little confused by this, but he still went with it as he sat up and stood on his knees with Hakuji. Kyojuro scooted closer to him as he put his arm around his shoulders and said, "Now, I want you to fit both of us in your mouth. Think you can do that?" Leaving both (Y/N) and Hakuji's faces having the ideal color of blood covering their face and ears.

If they were in some sort of animation, blood would be spewing out of their noses like as if they were in a show that had nothing but fan service. "O... O-okay..." (Y/N) grabs both Hakuji and Kyojuro's shafts, as she softly pumps both of them, moves closer to them, opens her mouth, and shoves both of them into her mouth. Her face was scrunched up as her lips were hurting a little due to it stretching as she attempted to bob her head with her mouth full. Kyojuro looked at Hakuji who was focused on (Y/N) performing the action.

Hakuji quickly realized that Kyojuro was looking at him as he uttered, "What?" Kyojuro tried to cup his cheek, but he slightly recoiled back. "The hell are you doing?" He said, sounding a little bit concerned about Kyojuro trying to touch his face. "I just want to feel your skin. To be honest, I never knew how cute you looked up close. I knew you were attractive, but being this cute to a degree, how has no man or woman tried to fall for you?" He asks Hakuji, leaving him very flustered and a little conflicted. He then cups Hakuji's cheek this time and started to lean closer to Hakuji. He realizes this, and tries to move back, but for some reason, his body feels weak. The closer Kyojuro got to his face, the more he felt like a stiff in the physical sense.

His mouth was gaped open and Kyojuro closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side as they both locked lips together. Hakuji puts his hand on Kyojuro's abdomen, feeling his toned muscles as they slowly move their tongues together and moan into each other's mouths. The sounds of them breathing through their nose, along with the sound of their lips disconnecting and reconnecting made their minds blank for a couple of seconds as they were passionately kissing.

Eventually, they stopped, a string of saliva stretching between them as Kyojuro stroked his pink hair and said, "You're so adorable." Making Hakuji pout and say, "S-Shut up..." he stutters out as he feels his shaft twitch again, only this time he feels more sensitive. Kyojuro feels the same as he says, "You feel it too, r-right?" Hakuji nodded as he responded, "Yeah..."

They both put their hands on (Y/N)'s head, and started to softly thrust their hips together into her mouth, the sounds of her whimpering as it felt like her lips were being stretched beyond capabilities. She clamped her eyes closed as she couldn't do anything but take their shafts in her mouth. Both of the boy's breaths started to sound louder as their rods were twitching more and more frantically than before. "Fucking... g-gonna..." Hakuji utters out as his eyes are struggling to be open. "Me too..." Kyojuro concurred with Hakuji as he grabbed his chin, and kissed his lips again as they moved their hips faster.

The sound of (Y/N)'s gagging and her saliva being mashed with their tips touching together as they make a few more thrusts before they both make a sound of a stern groan as they release themselves into her mouth. Her mouth was coated with their warm milk, spurting out thick ropes each more powerful than the last. They both stopped kissing and moved their hips back to see the aftermath of what they'd done. Her chin was covered in the mix of spit, and their seed as her mouth was almost full of their cum.

She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue to give them the full display, making Hakuji feel a little grossed out, but Kyojuro is a bit prideful about his actions. She closed her mouth and attempted to swallow the remains of their seed, almost spat it out for how slimy it was, but endured as she swallowed it and heavily panted.

Hakuji was shocked while Kyojuro had a big smile on her face as Hakuji said, "You didn't have to swallow it..." and Kyojuro responded, "Maybe she didn't want to spill it on the bed. It would've been a tough stain to get rid of if it were the case." He said, laughing after he said that. Hakuji groans as he then feels (Y/N) stroke his sensitive shaft. "H-Hey, don't touch me like that. I need to recover before you—" Next thing he knew, (Y/N) pulled him down to where he was on top of her, and his still erect shaft was aiming at her entrance.

They both switched positions where they were lying on their sides but still facing each other as Hakuji's shaft was grazing (Y/N)'s wet lips. "(Y/N)... You—" Hakuji was abruptly silenced by her as she connected her lips against his, tasting her tongue that still had the aftertaste of their spunk. She then whimpers as she moves her hips and feels his rod slowly going inside her. She was already so drenched down there, that she didn't notice the pain of her hymen breaking.

She then started to roll her hips, causing Hakuji to groan as they both stopped kissing each other and he looked down. He saw his shaft was nowhere to be seen but was completely inside of her as she continued to roll her hips to make him move. He then looked back up at (Y/N), whose face was completely sex drunk, yearning for stimulation and euphoria, and wrapped his arms around her waist as he started to thrust his hips. She mewled at the feeling of his shaft going in and out of her, causing her body to feel weak as she laid her head on her chest and started to moan.

"Th-This... is what you wanted... right? You just wanted to make sweet love to me...?" He said, sounding breathless as he was thrusting his hips. "Y-Yes... That's all I e-ever wanted to do..." she trembled out as she began to peck his body from his pecs, his neck, and his chin. He held her tighter with his forearms as they both kissed their lips and softly bumped their heads together. Both closed their eyes as they focused on the sound and the pleasure of their genitalia meeting against each other.

As Hakuji was thrusting his hips, he felt Kyojuro's hand touching his rear and circling his hand on him as he was caressing him. "You're really firm here. What type of exercises do you do to reach such glutes?" He said, giving him a soft slap as he then moved his hand down on his right cheek and spread it out. He sees his whole was a light pink color, and not a single hair was visible. "Wow, you're even clean here as well. Are you trying to impress your significant other? If so, you've already accomplished it."

"T-The hell are you—" Hakuji couldn't finish his sentence as he felt Kyojuro's tip slowly going inside his pink hole, slowly widening his walls as he filled him inch by inch. He felt his muscles tense up, including his asshole that was constricting around Kyojuro's shaft. Kyojuro softly groans as he kisses Hakuji's shoulder and whispers, "Relax, Hakuji. You feel really tight right now and I don't want to cause you any pain as I move." He continued to give Hakuji pecks on his shoulder. Hakuji's breath was trembling, trying to reduce the pain down by taking deep breaths and trying to focus on (Y/N) and instead of Kyojuro.

She started to roll her hips again, which gave him a better chance for him to forget about the pain as her insides felt so warm and slimy. "J-Just like that..." he huskily uttered as he kissed her forehead. As soon as he kissed her forehead, Kyojuro's hand grabbed his chin and he made him turn his head around, and they both kissed each other. Their tongues intertwined with each other without a second thought as Kyojuro touched down on his body. They both stop as Kyojuro asks him, "Feeling better?" caressing his face as he says so.

The slight blush on his face rose as he said, "Did you have to say it like that? Yeah, I'm better now. You can move... I guess." Kyojuro softly smirked as he pecked Hakuji's cheek and started to thrust his hips. Kyojuro groaned while Hakuji moaned from the feeling of his thick shaft going in and out of his tight bussy.

He continued to move his hips in unison with him, multiplying the pleasure of getting fucked by Kyojuro and fucking (Y/N) by twelve. Felt his prostate getting pressed through every thrust, making sounds that were almost like whimpers. "Oh, f-fuck this feels good..." Hakuji spat out, showing acceptance of the pleasure of his ass getting stretched out. (Y/N) lets out a shaky mewl as her insides started to get tighter around Hakuji's cock.

Hakuji firmly gropes (Y/N)'s ass as he lets out a soft growl in response to (Y/N)'s sudden tightness. He squeezes both of her cheeks as she moans out, "H-Hakuji..." And lays her head on his shoulder. She stopped moving her hips, leaving Hakuji in complete control of her as he then positioned his hands onto her hindquarters, and made her move. Mainly because it felt like he was going deeper inside her as they were moving their hips together. Kyojuro then kissed her, cupping his cheeks as he was continuously thrusting into Hakuji.

They both stopped as Kyojuro said, "You two deserve each other." Caressing her scalp with his thumb. He then started to thrust rougher, making Hakuji recoil as he couldn't help but yelp from every thrust. His body jolted every time Kyojuro left the tip in and slammed back all the way, hitting his prostate with such force that it gave him maximum stimulation. Moans began to leak out of his mouth as he was now his hips were being pushed by Kyojuro, all while maintaining his grip on (Y/N)'s waist.

Kyojuro was grunting with every thrust he did, and it made his body feel light, as if someone behind him was thrusting against him as well. (Y/N) began to let out loud whimpers as she wrapped her arms around Hakuji and she stuttered out, "I-I'm... getting c-close..." Hakuji and Kyojuro were a little surprised that (Y/N) was about to finish first. It was honestly a miracle none of the boys were the ones to do it first, but they felt prideful about it.

Kyojuro continued to move his hips as Hakuji was making her move faster as her voice started to sound more shaky. Her body was covered in sweat as her breathing became more frantic and her insides became tighter. Tighter enough for Hakuji to grit his teeth and say, "Don't clamp so tight..." "I-I'm, s-sorry... I can't..." She couldn't finish her sentence as she let out a soundless gasp as she felt her fluids flowing out of her, and running down his shaft.

Hakuji's shaft and pelvis were now drenched from her bust, and now was hearing such squishy and lewd sounds every time Kyojuro pushed his hips forward. (Y/N) was now a shaking mess, her body jolting at random as well making random yelps every time she felt Hakuji hit her cervix. She kisses Hakuji, tears running down her face as her breathing was very shaky. Hakuki softly groans in her mouth as he takes one of his hands that were on her ass, and courses it up to her cheek as they both twirl their tongues around, exchanging their saliva as they distance themselves so they can let their tongues do the work.

Hakuji's breath suddenly hitched as they kissed, his shaft twitching more frantically, as he felt his balls getting tight as he was about to release again. "I think... I might not last long..." he said, his voice sounding tireless as he nuzzled his head on (Y/N)'s chest. He started to move his hips in unison with Kyojuro as he used all the strength he had to go all out onto (Y/N)'s sensitive cunt, and Kyojuro moaned as he felt his hole become tighter. Kyojuro softly laughs as he says, "Wow, you want me to cum too, huh? Well, I am more than willing to oblige a request like this." He then bit down on Hakuji's shoulder, not hard enough to make him bleed, but enough to give him stimulation.

Kyojuro could feel his asshole constrict every time he thrust and hit his prostate. Hakuji clenched his eyes and teeth, struggling to hold back from finishing too early. His sweat streaked down his nose and chin as his heart was becoming louder in his ears. He bites his lip as he moves his hips fast enough to where he is like a piston, making (Y/N)'s moans reverberate from his pace. I can't... hold on... he tried to hold on as long as he could, but one sudden powerful thrust from Kyojuro was enough to break him down.

His shaft started to throb, and quickly enough, he slipped out of her and ejaculated on her stomach, on his chest, and on the bedsheets due to how powerful his spurts were. He lets out a runoff whine as he exhales out a loud, "Fuck..." He felt his arms slip off of (Y/N)'s back and waist as it felt like all his muscles shut down as he continued to take Kyojuro's shaft.

Kyojuro detaches his teeth from Hakuji's shoulder, looking at the bite mark that he caused as he says, "Wow, looks like I have the superior stamina." He chuckles out before grunting as he feels his shaft twitching. "But, I might not last long as well." He formed a smile on his face as he clenched his eyes closed and pumped himself a few more times before pulling out and shooting his white, sticky strings onto Hakuji's back.

Hakuji softly moaned at the sudden vacancy of his hole no longer being stuffed by Kyojuro's thick rod, but shivered when he felt his hot ropes on his back. He then felt the bed softly bounce as Kyojuro made his way to the bathroom and grabbed a roll of toilet paper. The sounds of the roll being ripped as he folded them up and started to clean his back. He put Hakuji on his back as he then started to clean off (Y/N)'s stomach and threw the used pieces of paper away.

"H-Hey, my chest is still covered in my cum. Shouldn't you clean that too?" Hakuji said, confused about why he put the roll back into the bathroom. "Oh no, I know. We just wanted to see what it would taste like as we clean it." He said as he picks up (Y/N) and then they started to lick his cum covered chest. Hakuji couldn't help but stare at them licking the cum off of him, along with the fact they were both taking their time while doing so.

Unfortunately it wasn't much for them as they both finished cleaning him and so they tongue kissed to savor the flavor of his spunk. Once they finished, they laid on his chest and immediately went to sleep. Hakuji looks up at the ceiling as he thought, This really just happened. I feel like if I were to tell the others about this, they wouldn't believe me. If that is the case, I might as well just keep it to myself. He looks at both of them, Kyojuro having a smirk on his face while (Y/N) was nuzzling on his neck, he grabbed the comforter and covered themselves with it as he puts his arms on them and went to sleep.

06-17-24 - Well, this could've been better. I think we can all agree that the first half of this sucked ass, right? There's no need to deny it, I know the first half sucked. To be honest, I wasn't really feeling the best writing this, but I had to make up something. If you enjoyed this, awesome. If you didn't, I can always find to please you.

Anyway, take care, and until next time,

✌️👋❤️.