#also suck my dick ''laughed nervously'' is a completely different thing to just ''laughed'' all adverbs are not evil

[albatris]

ended up blocking that person not because I'm petty but bc their critique was so completely useless and antithetical to my intent that I wanted to bar them from interacting with any of the rest of my work because I do not value their opinion in the slightest

AND because I'm petty

[pinkteapotwriting]

Sub James and sub reader with dom Sirium and dom Remus.

The doms are out and come home to see James and reader fucking without them!

Two subs together and then a punishment from the two doms!

Also. Love your writing.

This is my first ever request!

Marauders x fem!reader

Yes this is everything thank you so much for this request. I’m honored to fulfill your first one you absolute doll <3

Warning : Smut minors dni, sub!reader, sub!james, slight pet play, degradation and spanking

Word count : 2088

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James’s cock was throbbing, completely pulsating with desire and no matter what he did, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He couldn’t get off at all actually, at least not without permission. Remus and Sirius ran a tight ship, and he knew he’d have to wait until they got home. But they were going to be much longer, and even if he could wait, they’d probably tease him for hours being in this state, just laugh at him while he begged. No. He needed his desire satiated right now. He wandered down the hall to find the shared bedroom to search for you, who had also been left behind while Remus and Sirius were off doing god knows what. 

He peered in to find you reading a book on the large king size bed. Looking oh so inviting in Sirius’s t-shirt paired with your shortest sleeping shorts. He watched as you chewed on the end of your thumb absentmindedly, wishing your lips would be doing something else. He crawled up on the bed beside you and spooned in behind as close as he could get. You wiggled back into him to get comfy, and acknowledge him at the same time. But to your great surprise he whined softly behind you. You closed your book and turned so you were chest to chest, creating more torturous friction for your bespeckled boy. 

“Jamie what’s wrong?”

He just whined again and instead of explaining himself he rolled over you, resituating it so he was on top of you between your legs rubbing against you, while kissing your neck. You just giggled, despite the instant feeling of pleasure of him rubbing against your clothed clit.

“Okay okay, I think I get it now, but we can’t. Remmy and Siri didn’t give us permission and they’ll get mad.”

You were much better at following the rules, but it was easy for James to get you into trouble. Tears, literal tears were forming in his eyes as he continued to grind into you, burying his face in your chest.

“Please, please y/n need it so bad. Need you so bad. It hurts, I know they could get mad but I can’t wait any longer it hurts. Please.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head and rubbed his hair soothingly.

“Okay Jamie, it’s okay. We have to be quick though so they don’t find out, alright? Come on baby lie down for me and let me help.”

He was relieved as he flopped on his back, hopefully Sirius and Remus would be gone away long enough.

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“Y/N? James, we’re home!” 

Remus was shedding his coat, eager to find you two so he could get some relaxation.

“Puppy? Prongs? Come on, we brought you something.”

Sirius’s eyes furrowed in confusion. Normally you two would rush down to meet them, this was odd. 

“Come on Pads, maybe they’re just napping and can’t hear us.” 

As they got closer and closer to the bedroom the answer became much more clear. They paused outside the door and shared a look, both expressions reflecting the features of anger, of dissatisfaction. Between the sound of the creaking bed, your whines were barely audible, while James sounded like he was getting the fucking of his life. And when they opened the door that’s exactly what they found. 

Both of you being completely naked, James was over top of you missionary style, resting on his forearms, biting your shoulder, pounding into you like he’d never get to make you feel good again. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, hands in his hair, gripping it like gravity would stop working, pulling you away into the room’s atmosphere of desire and elation. 

That atmosphere however, quickly turned into a different one, of tension, nervousness and guilt, when you both heard Sirius clear his throat. You both scrambled and pushed away from each other, but the damage was done. You two were in for it now. The worst part was Remus’s neutral face, his cold eyes. Sirius was the first to break the silence.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

 You were sitting up now, but James was lying face down, hiding his shame against your thighs. You tried to coax him out, scratched lightly at his scalp, knowing if he kept this up he’d make the punishment worse.

“It’s alright Jamie, why don’t you just show them.”

He lifted himself and moved to the edge of the bed, now displaying his aching cock, with an angry red tip that was dripping precum as you all spoke. It was clear he hadn’t come yet, but was very very close. He swallowed thick as Remus knelt before him, terrified at what was about to come. Remus’s pointer finger drew a feather light straight line against James’s swollen member. James couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore.

“Moony I’m sorry, it’s my fault. It hurt so much so I made Y/N feel bad so she could make it go away. I was desperate, just wanted it to go away, I’m sorry.”

Remus smiled a little before rising to his full height. If James was blubbering now, this was going to be a long night.

“James, we both know you’re not supposed to touch things that aren’t yours, right?”

“Right.”

“See, that’s the thing. You were being greedy and selfish. Touching what didn’t belong to you. Touching me and Sirius’s puppy. Such a needy slut, couldn’t even wait and when Pads and I were only out to bring  you and Y/N a present.”

James looked at Sirius (who had his arms crossed and jaw clenched) then back up at Remus.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

You were playing with your fingers nervously, mentally preparing yourself for your punishment as Sirius approached you. Your jaw was placed between Sirius’s thumb and fingers, pulling you closer to his lips, but instead he moved past your face to your ear.

“You’re supposed to be a good puppy, for me and Remus’s pleasure. Not for your own and certainly not for James. That clear pup?”

You nodded as much as his fierce grip would allow.

“Good, now lie down on Jamsie’s lap.”

As soon as he released you, you quickly did as you were told, shaking with anticipation as both Remus and Sirius undressed completely. You could feel James’s cock throb against you, it being pressed upright between your hip and his stomach.

Sirius joined you so he was beside James, your head close to his lap. While Remus was on the opposite side rubbing and kneading your ass. 

“You’re gonna suck my cock bubs, while Remmy spanks your ass okay?”

You stuck out your tongue and opened your mouth wide for him so he could angle himself and slip past your lips.

“Moony how many swats?”

“15, only cause I wanna see her squirm while your dick is in her mouth.”

“Okay bubs, 15 hits and you’re done. 15 swats and you get to be our good puppy again. James you count. This alright love?”

You bobbed down on his dick in response. 

“There’s the good girl we trained so well.”

Smack. “O-one.” “Two.”

At first it seemed like you were the only one being punished, but at closer inspection one could tell that with every jolt you made, James was right there with you. Because every movement reminded him of how over sensitive he was as your hip brushed against his length.

Smack “T-te”

Remus rolled his eyes. “You’re so pathetic, Y/N is being such a good girl for us and you can’t even handle her being spanked. If Y/N wasn’t being so obedient I’d make you restart. We’re at ten.”

You just hummed around Sirius as the rest of your punishment ensued, feeling like you got off pretty easy. Not that you would tell them that. James on the other hand, well, poor James. He looked at you longingly, wanting it to be his throat that Sirius was cumming down. Sirius held your cheek in his palm so he could soothe it with his thumb before running it along your bottom lip.

“Such a good pup sucking my cock so well. Need you to do something else yeah.”

You just looked up at him and nodded, peering up at him with your doe eyes. He groaned at the look of innocence you could portray so easily before taking your hand and turning you towards Remus. He pulled you in for a kiss, holding you tight as you melted into him. You were immediately interrupted by James’s needy whines, so reluctantly, Remus pulled away. 

“You’re eager to be punished now, are you James? Alright then, move to the middle of the bed and lie on your back, now.”

As he did what he was told Remus guided you to straddle his waist.

“Okay Puppy you can sit on his cock, but no moving understand?”

“Yes Remmy.”

James through his head back in frustration as you sank down on him. 

“Please, please I’ve learned my lesson please.”

You stayed rooted, not exactly eager to piss off your boys again, while Remus stood off to the side of the bed with his hand guiding Sirius up and down on his cock, staring with nothing but malcontent. James cried some more, tears rolling down his cheeks, heavier than before.

“Please it hurts please!”

Your eyebrows knit together in pity. You did everything you could to soothe him but it was no use. You would stroke his face, pepper kisses across his face, rub his chest, but the only thing you could to solve the problem was the one thing you weren’t allowed to do. 

“It’s alright Jamie, it’ll be okay.”

You took a deep breath, risking punishment again as your heart broke wiping away his tears.

“Remmy, Siri, please let him cum. He didn’t mean to, it was hurting him please. He knows he’s yours he’s learned his lesson. Isn’t that right Jamie?”

Remus gripped Sirius’s hair tighter, fucking his throat with vigor as he got closer to gis own release.

“Alright pup you know what to do.” You started moving up and down on him as he thrust up desperately into you. “Tell me James, who do you belong to?”

“Y-you Moony. You and padfoot.”

“Good boy, you can cum now come on, do it with me.”

Sirius’s mouth and your pussy were painted white simultaneously not much later. James’s face finally relaxed, thrilled he finally was relieved of the torturous tension. That was until Sirius cut in.

“Puppy, Remus didn’t say you could stop did he? Keep going.” 

Sirius moved to hold down James’s chest as he writhed underneath you 

“Pads no it’s too much, it’s too much.” 

“Y/N was so nice to beg to let you cum and now you won’t return the favor? You really are a selfish whore.”

Remus approached James from the other side and slipped his middle and pointer finger past his lips.

“There, that’ll shut him up. Keep going bubs you’re doing so good.”

With his other hand he reached to thumb your clit, letting out the prettiest noise Sirius and Remus had ever heard.

“It’s okay Jamie, m’close, so close. Can I cum. Please?”

Remus circled his thumb faster.

“Go ahead darling make a mess.”

You really didn’t understand how James had waited so long. It didn’t matter anymore though as you pulled out and collapsed against his chest. But Sirius was pulling you off of James completely while Remus soothed James.

“It’s alright Prongs, you can be our good boy again. Here, let’s show you what we bought.”

You and James sat against the headboard as Remus and Sirius each handed you a little box. When you opened them you found two matching delicate chains, the kind with a horizontal rectangle in the middle. But the best part was seeing the engraved initials S.B. and R.L. on the pendant.

“It’s so pretty can you put it on for me Siri?”

Sirius grinned at your excitement while clipping the necklace in the back, while Remus did the same for James. Sirius was kissing up and down the side of your neck, wanting to provide extra proof of who you belonged to while Remus fondled the pendant on James, appreciating the color choice against his flushed skin.

“There we go, now it’ll be a lot harder to forget who you belong to now huh.”

And you would never want to.

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@sunny-bunnny @quindolyn @weasleyposts @accioweaslcy

[2jaeh]

SESSIONS | LUCAS WONG

genre: fluff, mature themes,

warnings: suggestive grinding, groping

Words: 1,5k

You’re WayVs assistant and you’re incredibly whipped for their charismatic rapper after he stole a steamy kiss from you a year ago.

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You went through your schedule frantically, realizing that you needed to be somewhere right now. Most of of the staff rooms were empty and you couldn’t find any of the NCT boys anywhere. Being an assistant manager for WayV at SM seemed like a dream job but why have the past couple of months been literal hell ?

SM had hired you to watch over the WayV unit during the resonance promotions seeing as you were the most capable at mandarin than the rest of the assistants, and frankly the only one who hadn’t complained about their recklessness or the farm that was developing at their dorm.

The only issue with being assigned to WayV right now was an attachment to one of the members you wish you’d forgotten. Wong Yukhei, or better known by his stage name Lucas. Ever since you laid eyes on him you felt giddy, like a school girl going through her first crush.

Lucas was so nice to you from the very beginning. He made you comfortable enough to joke around them and always treated you like a friend rather than an employee. The problem though started at SM’s Christmas party a year back.

“Y/n what are you doing here ?” He said, that familiar grin spread across his face as he approached you.

“Hey-y I’m just getting some fresh air” you had responded shyly, leaning against the wall as his huge frame stood in front of you.

“Hey-y I’m just getting some fresh air” you had responded shyly, leaning against the wall as his huge frame stood in front of you.

You couldn’t remember much of how the rest of the conversation went but you do remember at some point Lucas had pinned you against the wall and kissed you. You remembered his large hands grope your thighs as he groaned into the kiss, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. He smelled like tequila and his usual Tom Ford cologne, having him that close was intoxicating. You also remembered when it came to an end, his band mate Yangyang had shouted for him, and Lucas’s last words to you that night was “let me know if you wanna do that again sometime.”

After that night he moved on like nothing happened. It’s not like he didn’t talk to you but he had completely erased that you two had shared an intimate moment together. You hated that after that night your feelings for him had only escalated and unfortunately you couldn’t do anything about that.

You dragged your feet across the floor as you made your way over to the recording studio as that’s where your schedule needed you to be right now. WayV was recording their individual track for the resonance album and you had to make sure all their needs during recording were met.

Opening the door you were greeted by WinWin and Xiaojun, WinWin in the booth and Xiaojun on the couch memorizing his lines.

You playfully nudged him as you took your seat, “you need any snacks or water ?”

“I’m good thanks, the producer just got us drinks too” Xiaojun smiled sweetly.

You nodded and slumped into the couch as he now took his turn and WinWin waved you a goodbye before leaving the studio. Something in you hoped that you missed Lucas’s recording, but a little part of you didn’t.

You got your answer pretty soon when the door flung open and Lucas walked in, sporting a simple black tank top and jeans. His hair was pushed out of his face and he wore clear spectacles. He was effortlessly hot and he knew it.

You had no idea how long you were checking him out but Lucas had noticed and waved his hand in front of your face.

“Hey you” he giggled and awaited a high 5 from you.

You pressed your lips together and hi5ed him, hating that he was still so nice instead of being a dick about the whole situation. Lucas was cocky but not in the way where he would’ve boasted about kissing you or mocked your little crush on him. But it still hurt how normal he was. It hurt so much.

“Alright Lucas we’ll take it from your verse” the producer said as Lucas stepped into the booth and placed the headphones on his head.

He sucked in his lip as his eyebrows knitted together, reading the words before nodding his head to the music that began to fade in.

You knew about their song Nectar. The words, the innuendos, the whole message behind it and it didn’t surprise you that the boys were quite excited to perform this song.

Lucas was his usual playful self, dancing along to the beat and just having fun with the recording. You unconsciously bit down on your lip as Lucas lifted up his shirt in order to feel the cool breeze of the a/c, still dancing along to the beat.

“Great stuff man, hey I’m gonna go meet with the main producers real quick I’ll be back in an hour or so” the producer turned back to you and you nodded.

Suddenly there was an uncomfortable tension in the air as Lucas emerged from the booth and grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table. You watched as he downed the whole bottle, the veins in his neck became prominent as he swallowed.

You diverted your attention to your phone, hoping he didn’t catch you staring or notice your reddened ears.

“What did you think ?” Lucas asked as he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you, wiping away the small beads of sweat from his forehead.

You looked up at him, “of what...?”

“My recording, stupid” he chuckled and playfully knocked his knee against yours.

“Oh it was good” you replied shyly, his eyes were practically burning into yours as he talked.

Lucas sat back placing his hands behind him for support and spread his legs as he cocked his head to the side.

“I thought you liked me...is it just good?”

“Huh w-what I don’t like you...what” you were a stuttering mess as you tried to compose yourself.

Lucas laughed loud and ran his fingers through his hair, “you’re so cute oh my God it’s insane you know that ?”

You kept quiet, afraid to make yourself look stupid in front of him again when you felt him lean in and place his index finger under your chin, lifting it to meet his gaze once more.

“Those innocent eyes drive me crazy, just like that night we...were together. You remember ?” He licked his bottom lip.

“Y-yeah I do” you murmured placing your hands in your lap and twirled your rings nervously.

“I was waiting for you to let me know when you wanted to do that again and you never did” Lucas pouted and stroked your cheek, “you don’t like me ?”

“No that’s not it!” You blurted and he chuckled. You sighed and swallowed hard, “I do like you Lucas but you just kinda ignored me after so I thought you didn’t like me...”

Lucas’s eyes widened and his lips curled into a smile as he his hands moved to your lap and laced his fingers with yours.

“I clearly remembered telling you to let me know if you wanted to, I thought me kissing you was enough to let you know how I felt about you y/n” Lucas sighed, “when you didn’t respond after I assumed you weren’t into it.”

You groaned loudly and playfully shoved him, “well next time be more clear will you ?!”

Lucas grabbed your face and pulled you into a passionate kiss, quickly dominating it and cheekily bit on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Is that clear enough for you ?” He said lowly as his hands moved to your sides and drew circles on your hips.

“I meant be more vocal Lucas” you rolled your eyes yet still flushed from his incredible kiss.

Lucas moved from the coffee table to the couch and in one Swift movement he had you on his lap, straddling him.

He laid his head back as he looked at you through hooded eyes and wet his bottom lip with his tongue.

“Vocal huh ?” He mused.

You tried your best not to move on top of him, the last thing you wanted was to get a tiny taste of friction and going all the way in your workplace studio.

“I don’t want to be just a fuck buddy if that’s what you’re into...”

“Now where the hell did I say that damn y/n what do you think of me?” Lucas chuckled and fake cried into his hands.

“I’m sorry I just wanted to put it out there” you bit down on your lip and played with the material of his shirt.

“I want more, Ofcourse I want more” Lucas groaned and pulled you closer, “you know Johnny hyung told me you’re out of my league”

“I-I’m out of y-your league ?”

“I mean he’s kinda right though, you’re perfect I’m sure any of the guys were waiting to get to you” Lucas pouted and placed a soft peck on your neck.

“Well I only want you...” you mumbled not noticing Lucas’s eyes brighten, all you felt was him bear hugging you and placed butterfly kisses all over your face and neck.

“Good!” Lucas grinned before his eyes became dark again, “so now that I’m vocal, I want to hear a different type of vocal from you y/n.”

[mattsunnn]

Title : Fucking Brat

Character/s : Bakugou Katsuki

Warning/s : brat taming, punishment, spanking, orgasm denial, degradation (like ghorl), choking, fingering, dumbification(slight), finger sucking😌, did I miss smth?

A/n : something that I came up with BECAUSE WTF 200 FOLLOWERS?? YOU- T—T THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! ILYSM

He’s mad at you. You can clearly see it on his blazing eyes as he glared at anything on his way while driving to your apartment. He has a tight grip on the steering wheel that you gulped at, you realized that you fucked up so bad today.

“Katsuki?” You received no response from the blonde. You looked down nervously on the hem of your dress, thinking that today was somehow different than the others. You can feel the heat of his anger as he motioned for you to get out of the car before gripping your arm and pulling you to the front door, slamming the wood with a loud slam.

“Bedroom. No clothes.” His simple words brought a shiver down your spine as you quickly followed his orders, walking to your shared bedroom and shredding yourself from your dress and undergarments, leaving yourself bare to the person yet to go in.

Let’s have a throwback on what you did. Today was a scheduled reunion for 1-A class in a nearby fancy restaurant. You were very much excited to see your old friends that was now successful as pro-heros just like you and Katsuki. It started simple, you go in and say your hellos while you hug each other excitedly.

Katsuki was his usual self but nodded to his old classmates as a greeting, except for Deku and Shoto. The two was getting along well, since they both attend the same agency. When the two saw you, Deku was elated to see you again. He’s your bestfriend-more-like-a-brother in your life, he hugged you due to his excitement and it didn’t miss Katsuki’s piercing glares as you hugged back the number 1 pro-hero as well.

What made his anger worse? Well, you had eye contact with him and you teasingly hugged Deku closer to your body while smirking at him. You added more fire when you also hugged Shoto, smiling innocently towards your boyfriend whose grip on the cup has tightened until the content was spilling from the lack of space.

You were so deep in your mind that you didn’t even notice Katsuki’s presence until he has a hand wrapped around your throat, pulling your face closer to him, “You like being a fucking brat, don’t you?” You can only let out a whimper in response.

He threw you to the bed, your body bouncing as you gasped at the force. Shaking his head in disappointment, he started to undo his tie then unbuttoning the sleeves, “Fucking around with me and hugging those pieces of shits. You even have the audacity to look at me innocently.”

He then focused his hands on his shirt, undoing the buttons while staring at you so intently, “Pressing yourself up to that Stupid Deku, you’re such a slut.”’ He scoffed, throwing his now discarded shirt before bringing his body down towards you, his arms on both sides of your head to support his weight. He gave you a sinister grin, his eyes piercing through yours, “Where’s the confidence from awhile ago? Pathetic.”

You whined, leaning up to capture his lips in a desprate attempt to have yourself be forgiven. He moved his face away, smirking down at you when you wailed in frustration. “You really think I’ll let you kiss me after that stunt? What a dumb bitch you are.” Katsuki wrapped his hand around your throat again, pulling you up until your noses are touching. “Think again.”

You couldn’t help but to rub your thighs together, feeling how wet you are inbetween. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, I’ll never do that again-“

“We both know that’s a lie, baby girl. We both know you’ll do everything just to get your cunt filled, just to get you cumming like the slut you are.” Shaking his head at you, he landed a slap on your core that had you jolting in both pain and pleasure. He smirked at your reaction before rubbing his palm on your lower lips, spreading your arousal everywhere. Thumb reaching your clit, he starts to rub harsh circles as his lips traced the curve of your breast, soon finding your right bud that was immediately captured by his lips, sucking and nibbling.

You let out moans and wails from the stimulations, thinking that this doesn’t feel like a punishment at all so you decided not to speak or tell anything about it. Katsuki suddenly chuckled, pulling his fingers away from your cunt and his lips away from your nipples, “You getting cozy? That’s what you would be feeling right now if you have only behaved, slut.”

The emptiness on your hole has you whining in frustration, hands flying up to grip on his shoulders or neck, and he let you be, smirking at how pathetic and desperate you look right now. “Please, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good! Be a good girl for you! I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, forgive me.” He watched the tears pool in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks. You looked so pretty crying under him, begging for his forgiveness just to have his fingers on your cunt, on your puffy clit.

“Are you going to behave now?” Katsuki asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he took off his belt, discarding his lower clothes. You couldn’t help but stare in awe once his cock showed itself, springing up to his abdomen, big and thick despite only being semihard.

Your husband laughed, leaning down towards you to wipe the saliva falling from your opened lips with his thumb, “Have you gone dumb? You’re drooling just from the sight of my cock.” He chuckled before slipping his finger to your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the digit, you start to suckle as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue brushing against the pads.

He admired you, smiling slightly as he gazed down at your teary eyed face, glossy orbs and red cheeks. The power he had on you was a consolation you drown yourself into, him asserting dominance to your meek self is something you revel at. He’s grateful for that. It warms his heart to know that you trust your husband that much to let him do the things that is somewhat unusual. But today is about putting you in your place and knowing who owns you.

He pulled away from your mouth, using his other hand to insert two fingers on your cunt, smirking at the easy entrance, knowing that it was your arousal that helped him. “So wet. Were you anticipating this? You really want a cock in your hole that much?” You blushed deep red on his words but didn’t deny it.

“Your cock, Daddy. Only your cock!” You cried out when he added a finger and pushing in knuckle deep, he curls them just the right way to graze on your g-spot, sending you jolts of pleasure as he continued to abuse the spot. He then used his other hand to rub your clit with two of his fingers that was covered in your saliva.

You’re trembling, legs quaking while letting out whines and moans that has Katsuki’s cock throbbing and leaking precum. He continued his ministrations, never stopping ad he watched your face for any signs of orgasm nearing. He gave a sinister smile when he hears you say “Cummin’!”, pulling his fingers away and standing up.

“Daddy!” You whined, tears running down your cheeks as your orgasm was stopped. Katsuki chuckled, opening your legs and slinging one over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, Babe.” He groaned once he has fully sheathed himself in you. His cock throbbed once he felt your warm walls capturing his length, his eyebrows furrowing when you clamped down on him when his head touched your cervix.

You let out soft huffs of ‘Daddy’, the only name present on your mind. You felt so full with just his cock, your body unconsciously tried to take him deeper as your hips moved upwards towsrds him, wriggling them to also get friction. Katsuki huffed, placing his hands on your hips to stop you with a tight grip, “Greedy slut. Stay still and let me fuck you.”

You nodded wordlessly, eyes clenching shut with a wail when he pulled put before driving back in with such a speed. He does this for a few times, pushing his hips closer to your butt cheeks to reach even deeper. “Too much!” You cried out, a hand reaching out to press against his toned stomach.

He swatted them away, shaking his head in disappointment, “Thought you wanted to get dicked down so bad? You’re being a fucking brat.” He tsked before snapping his hips to yours, burying his member to the hilt before pulling out and doing the former action again with much more fevor . You whined when he continued to brush against your g-spot and on your cervix, the slight pain was overpowered by the great pleasure you’re receiving.

His pace fastened and his actions got harder, he makes sure that his pelvic bone can rub on your clit. All you can do is moan and cry out in pleasure, completely drowning in them and letting yourself be handed over to the man above you. You whimpered when you felt a familiar coil in your stomach, legs twitching as you called out to your lover, “Daddy! Cummin’! Please!”

Katsuki didn’t respond but continued his ministrations. Stopping altogether when he felt you clench around him so hard that he feels like you’re trying to milk him. You cried out, legs thrashing around as you whined at your lover. Katsuki rolled his eyes before grabbing your throat, pushing you down even more into the mattress, makinh you gag from the lack of oxygen. “You’re not going to get what you want if you keep on acting like a spoiled dumb whore.”

“I’m sorry! Please, Daddy! Please, let me cum!” Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to move your hips again, desperate for any friction. He slapped your puffy clit in respnsne, eyes glinting when you jolted from the pain.

He thrusted his hips forward, connecting them with your ass cheeks as he slapped your clit again, “Do you think those two fuckers can actually make you feel this good? Do you think they can get you crying and begging like this? Do you, my little cumslut?” You shake your head repeatedly in response, moaning when he started to piston his hips rapaciously, “Words.”

“No! Only Daddy can make me feel this way! Only Daddy!” He gave a hum of approval before bringing his thumb on your clit, rubbing and circling the nub as he leaned down and captured a nipple inbetween his lips. He nibbled before rolling his tongue all over your areola then sucking the button in and pulling. Your body jolted when he bit down before letting go, smirking down on your fucked out form. Your mouth opened in pure bliss, eyes unfocused but stayed staring at Katsuki’s red endearing eyes as you felt yourself nearing.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asked, pace going more furious as he focused on having you orgasm on his cock. “You think you deserve it?

“Yes, Daddy. Please, let me cum!” You begged as your hands found his toned shoulders, gripping on them for dear life.

“Cream on my cock, my little whore.”

You keened when you snapped, thighs shaking and toes curling as you creamed around his cock. He never stopped his ministrations as he was chasing his own release too, wanting his cum inside you. He groaned when he felt how tightly you are clenching around him, restricting his movements but that didn’t stop him from taking a final powerful thrust before stilling inside you, cock twitching and throbbing as it spurts out white cum and painted your velvety walls. You whimpered on how full you feel from just his load.

He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, mouths dancing with each other as you moaned when his tongue slipped into your mouth, claiming territory in your sweet cavern. He pulled away, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek, “You did so great, Baby.” Katsuki rubbed comforting circles on your naked hips as he slowly pulled his cock from inside you, eliciting a small whinper from you. “So so good for Daddy. Aren’t you?”

You gave him a dreamy smile, eyes half-lidded from tiredness. “Thank you, Daddy. ‘M sorry.” You quietly said before snuggling on the hand that he pressed on your cheek.

“Anything for you, babe. Just don’t be such a fucking brat next time, okay?”

You chuckled on his words before nodding your head, “Goodnight, Daddy. Love you.”

“Good night, Teddy Bear. Love you too.”

You sleepily stayed awake with warm hands and a soft fabric cleaning your skin. With a final kiss on your temple, you let yourself drift off to sleep with a small smile on your face.

Lmaooo, how many days did this take? 3 days🤣 I keep on stopping akkdjejdijdje

NOT PROOFREAD I APOLOGISE!

It was Dynamight all along not Ground Zero lmao. Light it up like DYNAMIGHT! OH OH!

Stay safe and stay hydrated!!

[sebbybooks]

Wreck My Daydream

Part Two

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

18+

Tagged🎄

@wayward-mikaelson

Cataglottism

(n.) kissing with tongue

I’m already wet and Sebastian barely even touched me.

I hardly gave myself a moment to be ashamed or even stir in the crass words I was using even if I had only thought them. Like a diary I suppose there was no need to lie to myself considering it was one hundred percent true. I, Nellie Lennox, was unabashedly met with unending desires that washed away my trepidations that led up to this moment.

In its place I felt this newfound sense of possibilities that I wasn’t actually making an ass out of myself with my sudden confession of feelings for Sebastian. In my defense I didn’t just wake up one morning after having some epiphany as to why I wanted to be with him. The thought of us together made itself at home in the back of my mind.

Almost like a what if. . .

However, I couldn’t help but be terrified of all the ways it could go wrong. What if I had made things weird between us forcing us apart? Life would be a bitter existence if Sebastian wasn’t around in some capacity. For the longest time I tried to find him in different relationships. It is a messed up philosophy, but it almost worked. Whenever things would get too serious it nearly terrified me. I was their someday and they were my maybe. I owed this last relationship that is still so freshly cut more than that.

I owed myself that.

On the unique and rare chance I somehow got lost in a very realistic maladaptive daydream, I’m pretty certain Sebastian wants this too. Just thinking about what he had told me seconds ago made my heartbeat drum to a dizzy rhythm. Imagining myself getting fucked to the beat of it was a completely different type of sensation.

Retraining my focus on the now I could see it in Sebastian’s face all the wheels going around in his head. Confusion? Uncertainty? Regret?

“You don’t get to do that.” I tell him. I felt like I was going to climb out of my own skin if he left me suspended in the silence for a second longer. Sebastian tipped his face closer to mine, our lips gingerly brushing against each other. Perhaps he was feeling ambivalent in regards of his feelings for me? After all this was sprung on him in the middle of the night.

Sebastian shook his head as if he was at war with himself. “I want to.” His voice was strained and dangerously low, like something was causing him utter misery being this close, yet not knowing exactly when to pull away.

“Then why don’t you.” I dared him.

I was growing impatient with this slow burn we had somehow started. I wanted to play with this fire. If I got burned in the end by his touch then so be it. At least I would forever be marked with a reminder of knowing that I at least went after something I wanted with no apology. I wanted to see how far he was willingly to go.

Sebastian removed his hand from the security of being wrapped around me. I feigned a disappointed sigh at the lack of contact. My entire body must have been on autopilot , because I didn’t recognize the position I was in. I practically sat in his lap with one leg wrapped around him and the other one mindlessly dangling over the bed. Of course the mind reader that Sebastian was naturally grabbed ahold of the side of my thigh and wrapped it around his back.

It wasn’t like I was naive to sex or never had my fair share of romantic conquest. Regardless of my experiences I still felt like a gigantic ball of nerves. The way he stared down at me with a heated look in his eyes as if he wanted to posses every inch of me. Hell, I felt like I could come undone from that alone.

The hand that was planted on my back slowly drifted downward trailing the curve of my backside gripping my ass through my thinly silk hunter green shorts that matched the top. Earlier I had berated myself for wearing scantly clad pajamas to bed. Now I am thanking my lucky stars I opted out of the option of wearing a red Christmas onesie that had polar bears wearing scarfs around their necks. They were ones my mother insisted the whole family wear.

If I had I probably would not have been able to feel his erection that was restrained in his sweatpants. Trying to situate myself closer I rocked into him slightly, massaging myself on him. My ears didn’t miss the subtle groan Sebastian let out from the feel of my weight pressing further into him.

His silence wasn’t lost on me and he still hadn’t answered my question so I did it again. I wanted him to say something. My nervousness abated at this point. I twined my arms around his neck, grinding myself against him again and again. All the while Sebastian watched my every movement with a hint of a star struck look in his eyes. The feeling was certainly mutual I was even shocking myself at my behavior.

“Nellie,” Sebastian finally says, voice husky. He usually only ever calls me by my nickname so I was more than sure that he was not fully himself.

“I’m a big girl Sebastian I can handle whatever you need to say.” I tell him, holding in my breath.

“Alright,” he said with uncertainty. “You and me, this, it’s not a good idea.” His tone was barely audible and even more so he sounded hurt. Everything in me froze.

“And why is that?” I asked him more confused than ever. Suddenly feeling absolutely self conscious as I over analyzed every intimate word I just shared with him. I was even more horrified by the fact that I was dry humping my best friend.

He let out a darkly laugh. “It’s pretty damn obvious Nells.” Sebastian says rather ominously.

“...It’s not actually.” For someone that wants nothing out of this, Sebastian was holding on to me like an anchor and I on the other hand just wanted to get away and sink.

Admittedly, I was losing this game of tug a war. There was only so much I was willing to endure even I had my limits. “You’re giving me whiplash Sebastian .” I tell him honestly, “ I’m not like those other girls you go for that are satisfied with you just dangling yourself in front of them like a piece of cake that I can’t have. I meant what I said when I told you I didn’t say it just to hear you say the same.” My voice could only rise so high in pitch.

I definitely didn’t want to wake up the upstairs guest that would love nothing more than to recap this conversation over breakfast. Then like an unexpected bolt of lighting startling you from a distance, Sebastian kissed me.

Sebastian

I am a selfish bastard.

My mind fell quiet when I looked at her. I wanted to swim in the serenity and peacefulness that was this smart, vibrant, sexy, and uniqueness this woman possessed. I only wondered even in the darkness could Nellie see my eyes as plainly as I can see hers. If so could she see the shame reflecting in them? I could feel the nagging weight of my conscience siting on both of my shoulders, arguing back and forth over what I should and shouldn’t do. It was kind of ironic that the devil in my ear insisted that I give in to the angel in my lap.

God knows I waited for her and that I would keep waiting if I had to in this lifetime or the next. It was always going to be Nellie for me. I wanted to tell her all of this, but the longer I held on to this slice of heaven I was given during this random hour. I also knew that this moment was fleeting. I basked in the way she looked at me, the way she held on to me like I was an object of virtue. I also got a sample of what it would be like to lose her the second she began to slip away on her own accord. So, I did what any poor fool would do in my position. I kissed her.

It wasn’t exactly suave or how I imagined it would go. My mouth sort of crushed against her unmoving lips in a rushed and unskilled manner. Frankly, I wasn’t sure what I was doing, I certainly could do a hell of a lot better than this. An yet, it was still like I predicted it would be, filled with pure unadulterated pleasure. Nellie’s lips were sweet and warm, exactly how I imagined forbidden fruit to taste like.

A perfect mixture of firm and softness that drove me wild. She flattened her hands on my bare chest as if to brace herself. Nellie pushed herself away, but her face was still so close to me. She didn’t speak and neither could I. I forced myself to look up at her and hoped that she could see I would do everything in my power to earn her forgiveness. That it was a mistake I will make right somehow.

“Nell,” I let out an exasperated breath. “ I have a need for you that goes deeper than just lust and I know that it will never truly be sated. The killer thing is I’m already at risk of losing you before I even had you.”

Nellie stared hazily up at me.“You already have me.” She whispered, our lips still grazing. Those four simple words set off a firework in me. This time when I kissed her our mouths came together like we needed to feed off of each other’s oxygen in order to survive. I’d suffer if I didn’t have it.

My mouth was greedy for hers, and I could imagine she felt the same. The moment I felt her lips slightly part open to let me in, less than a second our tongues slid together in a torrid and sensually slow pace. We kissed like a couple of eager teenagers. My heart threatened to leap from my chest when the tip of Nell’s tongue moved across my bottom lip. She tastes like gingerbread , mixed with some other divine flavor that I can only assume is Nellie. She arched herself closer into my chest and I could feel the points of her hardened nipples through her top. I seized the opportunity to press her body close because I needed more.

I wanted to feel the heat of her soft skin on mine. She returned her arms back around my neck tightly holding me in place as she angled her head kissing me back with the same ferocity. Deeply, and oh so thoroughly by the way she sucked on my tongue. I had a rough grip on her ass keeping Nellie steady as she straddled me. I was so damn hard for her. If my dick could get even harder it was bound to. Nellie did that thing again where she grinds down on my erection and I cursed at myself to not combust. I grabbed ahold of her hips guiding her to move faster, harder.

I kept telling myself to savor her, fucking take my time with this moment. I couldn’t just rip those tiny little shorts off and sink myself into her over and over until we’ve both had enough. But even then I would always need more of her. I wasn't a sentimental man, with Nellie I at least wanted to try. I wanted my first night with Nell to be a little less spontaneous than this. It wasn’t like I came prepared for festivities filled with endless fucks. Plus the added fact I couldn’t let things get too carried away especially since she still didn’t know what I have done.

Yeah, I am a very selfish bastard.

I didn’t want this to end. I wanted my mouth to explore every single part of Nellie. I wanted the taste of her to live on my tongue. I wanted to go as far as she and my consciousness would allow me.

“I need to touch you.” I panted, between every nip and kiss I left on the delicate area of skin under her jaw.

“You’re already touching me.” She says with a soft laugh, which was a melody to my ears. I was but at the same time I wasn’t. I needed to rid Nellie of any barrier that prevented me from branding her skin with my touch.

“This…off.” I tug gently on the bottom of her tank top before returning my hands to rest on her thighs, caressing them as I sucked on her neck for dear life. Going back and forth between grazing her neck with my teeth then licking over the area to soothe any imprint I’ve left.

Nellie crisscrossed her arms reaching for the hem of her top gracefully pulling it over her head. She purposely fell backwards onto the mattress aiming her shirt at my face. For as long as I’ve known Nell she was never one to be shy in her own skin.

“Imagine how unsexy that would have been if I hit my head on the headboard.”

“As long as you didn’t hurt yourself I would have just pretended that I didn’t see a thing.” I teased.

“Ah, to think they wonder where all of the good men have gone.” Nell scrunched up her nose pretending to be lost in critical thought.

I cock my head to the side. “Mm-hmm. Are you mocking me?”

“What if I am?”Her plump wet lips spread into a smile.

It was miracle I caught a word of what she said to me. I swallowed a groan as my eyes drift over the area of her body that was naked from the waist up. Nellie was clearly a stolen painting from the Louvre that I had no intention of returning. All I could do was stare.

With her legs still draped around me, my hands slide up the curve of her torso passing her ribs. I sensed that she was watching me, but I didn’t dare take my eyes off of her just yet. The pads of my fingers traced over to her breast and my mouth practically watered at the sight of them. She was ethereal.

“Don’t suddenly go mute on me Sebastian.” She let out a shaky breath.

I’ve heard her say my name a thousand times. Hearing her say it in this state created a feeling of warmth that filled my chest. I could only begin to imagine the different ways I wanted to hear her call out my name. My gift, my best friend, my Nellie. Those last words had a sting to them even as I thought them. Deep down I knew that was never going to be true.

I eased all the way down my tongue traveling around the dip of her navel. Creating a path up the center of her abdomen. I knew that Nell was extremely ticklish. The slightest form of contact would automatically turn her into a ninja. From the way she was pressing herself back into the mattress I knew she was trying her hardest not to flee. Of course I found it rather enticing so I made sure to spend extra time over the areas of her exposed skin I knew to be the most sensitive. Brushing the tip of my nose between her breast my mouth finally latched on to what I’ve been waiting for.

“So fucking beautiful.” I say as I graze my mouth over the stiff peak of her nipple. I was in awe over the ability that they simultaneously could feel hard yet felt extremely soft. I dragged the tip of my tongue around the bud of it in a languid movement before sucking it in deep. I loved listening to the sounds she made while I sucked and devoured as much as I could fit into my mouth. I wanted to hear a symphony of the noises that escaped from Nellie.

Going for one after the other not wanting to miss out on either. Nellie kept a limp hand pressed into my hair keeping me close as if I dared to stop.

Writhing underneath me Nellie gasped,“Touch me.”

Now she understood what I meant. My own body felt betrayed by my decision. I literally ached from pain and pleasure. Truthfully I wouldn’t opt for a better scenario than this. I would be more than gratified with giving Nellie an orgasm or two.

Still leaving featherlight kisses across her chest. With one hand I reach down and brushed along the dip of Nellie’s hip, then began to tug away at her shorts. To my surprise she was bare underneath. This was a new and uncharted territory we were crossing.

Tell me to stop, say that this is just the wrong time, tell me we would never work. Those words never escaped me, the sound of the goddamn doorbell intervened for her. My movements hesitated then shortly I picked up on inaudible chattering out in the hall. Nellie turned her head in the direction towards the door which I hoped like hell was locked. “Maybe we should go see what’s going on.” Her eyes widened.

“Or we could stay here and not shame the fact that I was two seconds away from wrapping your legs around my face while I tasted the slickness between your thighs. ” Nellie released a ragged breath and I meant every word.

To my dissatisfaction we were composed in under three minutes. I felt a strange sense of comfort and pride seeing that ever so often I’d catch Nellie looking in my direction smiling like she had some big secret she was bursting to tell. Which only made me feel like an even bigger asshole. The walk downstairs was surprisingly noisy. Someone had plugged the Christmas tree back up and there was a chilly wind breaking in as the front door came to an immediate shut.

Nellie’s parents were both moving around in a fast pace trying to find new spots to put a couple of suitcases. I had to swallow down a chuckle at the sight of their bold choice of pajamas. Nellie had already beaten me to the bottom of the staircase just as I rounded the corner of the spiral stairs.

“Cousin!” Vanessa squealed rushing over towards Nellie, who excitedly embraced her the same. They exchanged a few excitable words to each other that I tuned out. I was busy focusing on the six foot son of a bitch with a puppy dog expression on his face standing awkwardly behind them.

“Now you know Nells Bells you can’t have Christmas without good ole St. Nicholas can you?” She winked at a stone faced Nellie who just looked straight ahead at her ex boyfriend Nick. “I hope it’s okay I brought him over with me. I saw him at the airport dozed off in a chair.” Vanessa whispered as she leaned into Nell, like she just earned a gold star. Soon as Vanessa’s wild dark brown eyes caught ahold me I knew my bubble was about to pop.

“Something told me I was off the naughty list this year.” Vanessa bit at her glossed up lips and made a beeline towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. She smelled like an overtly sweet perfume that tortured my sinuses. “Did you forget how to work a phone or what? I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for days. I miss you.” She cooed.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Nellie watching the two of us. This was my punishment.

[jinkicake]

You Fuckface!

Kuroo, Oikawa, Tendou with a seemingly cute and innocent s/o but when they start dating they realize that their s/o frequently cusses, is dirty minded, and kinky.

Kuroo Testurou x Reader

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Anon, I’m really sorry that this took so long!! Also sorry bc I kinda went off on Oikawa’s version..... LOL I have been up all night crying over Junmyeon enlisting, I need a moment. 

Kinda smutty

WC- 2,131

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Kuroo Testurou

Kuroo would be so surprised how you change when you become comfortable enough around him 

It’d make him really happy that you feel that relaxed with him that you don’t have to keep up a front

For Kuroo to fall for such a sweet girl who also happens to be into all the freaky shit he’s into… he’ll be so excited 

Sign him up

Listen, we all know Kuroo is the biggest dork but he also has such a flirty nature

He just emits passion and confidence, it’s his scorpio tendencies that make him so sexc

He’d be really entertained with your personality, finding it humorous whenever a swear word leaves your mouth

When he finds out about your kinks, how rough you want to be manhandled, his eyes will darken and he’ll tease you about it just to hide how turned on he is

Kuroo lives for when you swear at him, calling him random things like ‘fuckface’ or ‘shit lips’ 

He thinks it's hot

He’d def be the type to tease you about your ‘front’, jokingly saying inappropriate things in class just to see your reaction

The way you’d pretend to be shocked and act like you don’t know what he is talking about when your classmates look at the two of you, and then how you’d narrow your eyes at him and glare when they look away

He lives for that

Kuroo loves to see you blush, he will do absolutely ridiculous things just to see you flustered

He is a fool in love, can we blame him?

“Oh? What’s this?” Kuroo asks playfully, peering over your shoulder out of nowhere as you scroll through twitter. Before you can even notice him he grabs your phone and watches, with an amused smile, the gif you were looking at. “Shit, you’re into that kitten?”

You can tell he is trying to tease you but the way his voice lowered and his eyes darkened made your insides melt. Kuroo glances back at the phone and watches the screen all over again.

“You want me to spank your ass cherry red?” His voice is so teasing and sinful, it’s not fair, you can only whimper in response before you try to protest.

“T-that’s not mine.” You weakly try to grab your phone back but Kuroo simply grabs your wrist with his large hand. “Someone retweeted it and I was scrolling past it.” You lie, straight through your teeth, and Kuroo doesn’t believe you in the slightest.

“You’re saying you don’t want to be bent over my knee, marked by my hand over and over?” He lowers his face down to yours and you close your eyes to hide from his heated gaze. “You don’t want me to tie you up with your ass in the air and have my way with you?”

You can’t even believe these words are coming out of Kuroo’s mouth, you want to revel in it. It’s too difficult to form words, not as one of his hands pressed against the small of your back and brings you closer to him, not as his nose runs along your jaw.

“Come on, tell me.” He gently pushes, kissing your cheek reassuringly. At this you finally open your eyes once more, your nerves are all on fire as you look over his face for any amusement. Kuroo looks deadly serious.

“Yes, I would like that.” You tell him, looking down at the floor as his hand tightens against your shirt.

“The sweet, innocent (Y/N) wants to play?” Kuroo teases and nips at your neck, gripping your hip with his other hand. “Let’s play then kitty, I’ll take good care of you."

Oikawa Tooru

Something about King Oikawa tells me that he would not be surprised in the slightest when he finds out what you’re actually like

He’d be able to see right through the front, even before the two of you start dating, which made you really intriguing to him

Every now and then your provocativeness would catch him by surprise, he was never prepared with how vulgar you can be

Oikawa likes it though, he especially likes it when you unconsciously act that way around Iwaizumi

The way his best friend gets flustered every time a curse leaves your lips, or whenever you say something out of pocket makes Oikawa wheeze

It’s one of the funniest things in the world to Oikawa and he laughs even harder every time you apologize to Iwaizumi, just as flustered as him

More often than not, you do catch Oikawa off guard with your language

Not that he’d ever tell you that

If you say something really vulgar he would just stare at you, his wide chocolate eyes would be like 0.o

Almost as if he didn’t believe you said it and then he’d flick your forehead and tell you to knock it off

But you can see the deep blush covering his face, he does a terrible job at hiding it

He’d love to listen to you swear, especially when pleasure is being ripped from your core, it adds flavor to the experience~~

To put it delicately, is Oikawa a prude? Yes and no, because he can be such a tease and curse around you when he feels like it and other times if you swear too loudly in public around adults he becomes a b00mer

Just remember he is a cancer and they’re known to be sensitive…

Either way, love Oikawa and appreciate him or fall ill to my sword~

“Are you ever going to tell Oikawa all the nasty things you tell me?” Your friend asks one random day during lunch, you tilt your head at her and can’t hide the confusion off your face. “Don’t play innocent with me (Y/N), I know you better than that.” She scoffs and you glance around the hallway to make sure it is completely empty.

“What the hell are you talking about fucker?” You scoff and cross your arms over your chest, waiting for her reply.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe that you want him to eat you out for so long that you lose feeling in your legs.” She snaps, amusement twinkling in her eyes before she lists another secret. “Oh or maybe that you want him to choke the shit out of you till you pass out, that one had me a little worried.” She smiles sheepishly and your jaw drops in shock as you gape at her.

“I said those things at three in the morning, they don’t count!” You try to defend yourself, saying that the lack of sleep made you dickmatized.

“You still said them!” She laughs loudly, throwing her head back and you can only turn red at your secret confessions.

“M-maybe I’ll tell him one day, I can’t just be like ‘oh Tooru please spank me and then fuck my face’.” You pretend to beg, clasping your hands together and looking at your friend with puppy eyes, your voice raising several octaves.

“You’re a dumbass!” She wheezes and you purse your lips at her in retaliation. “We will continue this conversation another time, I have to go meet Makki in the library to work on our project.”

“Try not to make too much noise while you suck his dick this time!” You remind her and she rolls her eyes before flicking you off, you watch as she walks down the hallway before you turn back to your own classroom. You were walking past an empty room when a warm hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, pinning you against the door. Your face sours when you see your boyfriend, looking like his usual charming self yet, there is something off as he stares down at you.

“O-Oikawa? Are you okay?” You ask nervously, your breath hitching when he leans down to nip at your neck.

“Were you ever going to tell me how much of a minx you are?” He asks, his voice rough, as he grabs a handful of your ass harshly.

“Fuck.” You whine and lean your head back against the door, realizing you weren’t as quiet as you thought you were. “How much did you hear?”

“All of it.” He pulls back to stand tall, towering over you to watch you cower underneath him. “How badly do you want it, baby? How much do your words mean?” He taunts and you gasp when you feel his clothed erection pressing against your stomach.

“I want you s-so badly Tooru.” You whimper and your boyfriend’s grin only widens.

“I know baby, I know and I’ll give it to you.”

Tendou Satori

Please, Tendou would have a field day with you

He has a dirty mind and probably swears just as much

He’d be so shocked, lowkey because he didn’t expect it, not like he’d tell you

But he would think it's really funny to listen to you swear or point out how the cloud is shaped like a dick

Tendou just seems to be amused by that

Unless you’re with his family, he’d probably have you refrain from swearing around them

Bootleg hisoka would not appreciate you saying ‘fuck’ when you meet his mother…

But other than that he loves it!!!

If you ever start cursing out of anger and you become out of breath, just know that you may have killed Tendou

He would become very, very, very turned on

He’d be such a cheeky little shit, tease you and say you need to put soap in your mouth

And by soap, he means his dick

“You have such a potty mouth, let’s get something to clean it~~~”

Tendou would probably tease you for hours on end just to hear you swear and wither at his touch

Tendou swearing turns you on just as much so whenever he finishes his fun, you hop on him and do the exact same thing to him, you tease him for hours just to watch him fall apart~

“What’s the difference between being horny and being hungry?” You ask your boyfriend and stare up at him from where you rest on his lap. Tendou glances away from his phone to look down at you, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Where you put the cucumber.” 

Tendou watches as you struggle to hide your fits of laughter, your lips pressed together harshly.

“It wasn’t funny?” You pout up at him and he continues to stare at his phone. “Ah, fuck you bitch.” You push at his phone, the smile on your face makes him smile back down at you.

“You need to watch that mouth of yours.” Tendou teases and pinches the tip of your nose.

“Why?” You frown and narrow your eyes at him. “You don’t like it?” Tendou wants to reach down and kiss the pout from your lips but he instead he gently cups your cheeks.

“I think it’s hot.” He brushes his nose against yours and you smile at the interaction. “But you need to learn when you can and can’t say stuff like that.” Tendou’s voice lowers and you stiffen in his lap, nervously looking up at him. “Isn’t that right baby?”

“Yes.” You whisper and Tendou moves one of his hands from your cheeks down to rest on your throat, giving you a teasing squeeze.

“Yes what, darling?” The pressure from his fingers sends a lick of heat straight to your core and you almost shut your eyes in an attempt to savor it.

“Yes, d-daddy.” You whimper and shut your eyes, a few seconds of silence go by and you slowly open your eyes to see Tendou covering his mouth with his hand. When he looks down at you, his whole body falls back against the couch and the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard from him spews from his lips.

“Fuck, I-I’m sorry baby, I can’t.” Tendou wheezes through his tears, clutching his sides as the air leaves his lungs. You simply sit up and cross your arms over your chest, your face soured as you glare at him. “I’m still getting used to it.” He confesses, his entire face tilted red. It’s only been a few nights since you revealed the kink to your boyfriend and he has had a rather difficult time getting used to it.

“You suck!” You whine and poke his chest, turning away when he reaches out for you again.

“Don’t be mad baby, I still think you’re super fucking hot!” He tries to reassure you and you keep your deep rested frown. “Let me make it up to you!” You’re never one to deny Tendou of his offers so you simply turn your face back at him, allowing him to cup your cheeks once more. “That’s my good girl.” Tendou praises quietly before pressing his lips to yours.

[jlalafics]

“Operator”-an Everlark Ficlet

For @mrspeetamellark, who wanted “Peeta’s dirty filthy sex talk”. Enjoy!

Katniss couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Delly had convinced her that this would broaden her horizons.

Apparently, that’s what she needed after a dumping such as hers.

Her year-long relationship with Cato had ended with a bitter fight and him telling her that she was bore in the bedroom. Then, he promptly informed her that he was moving out of their apartment to shack up with Clove, a little beast of a woman who had clawed her way up into Cato’s penis.

That was fine. The relationship had been going downhill months ago.

However, this was kind of a new low for her.

She went to the mirror in the corner of her bedroom, looking at her reflection and wondering if the black nightie was necessary.

Then, pouring a glass of wine from the bottle on her bedside table, Katniss pulled out a card with the scantily clad man on it and dialed the number.

It rang a twice.

She told herself she would hang up on the third, when someone suddenly picked up the line.

“Hello?” came a smooth, deep voice.

“Hi,” she croaked out nervously. “This is stupid.”

The man on the phone chuckled. “I hope not. It’s how I make a living.”

“Oh hell—I’m sorry!” Katniss slap her palm to her forehead. “I’ve never done this before, but my friend suggested it as a way to help me discover ‘my sexual goddess’—whatever the fuck that means.”

“Sounds like you’ve been going through something,” the man replied. “Want to tell me about it?”

“I’ve been living with my ex for a year and he just dumped me for a girl who will let him put it anywhere he wants.”

“Ouch. Sounds like a real charmer.”

“You bet,” she responded wryly. “I’m not too sad about it. I’m more insulted that he thought I was boring in bed. I mean, I would’ve let him put it anywhere, but some foreplay would’ve been nice. Also, being completely silent while I’m pulling out the big guns didn’t help.”

“Some guys expect women to just automatically go for anything,” the man said. “But I find that, in healthy sexual relationships, there has to be an equal amount of give and take.”

“Exactly!” Katniss took a sip from her glass and sat back against the pillows of her bed. “You seem like a decent person. Why are you working on a phone sex line?”

“Because I enjoy it,” he told her simply. “Also, this is just an evening job.”

“So, it’s like a stripper at night and paralegal by day kind of thing,” she replied.

The man chuckled. “Kind of. I have a pretty standard office job.”

“Me, too.” Katniss took another sip, her nerves beginning to relax. “So, how do we do this?”

“Let’s start with your name,” he told her.

“Katniss.”

“Katniss,” he repeated.

His voice tightened at the last bit of her name and she straightened at the change of tone.

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, it’s just a very different name,” the man said. “But very pretty. I think I’m going to like saying it into your ear as you come.”

Her nipples immediately tightened at his words. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” He laughed roughly. “What pretty little thing are you wearing for me?”

“I knew you were going to ask that, at some point.” Katniss fingered the strap of her nightie. “I’m wearing a black nightie with lace along the top.”

“Sounds lovely,” the man replied. “Tell me; do you feel uncomfortable taking instructions?”

“Depends.” She smiled into receiver. “What are you going to tell me to do?”

“Give me a name,” he told her. “A name that means something to you. A name that turns you on. But I don’t want you to say it until you come.”

“Alright,” she agreed.

There was only one name that Katniss wanted to say.

He, however, was unattainable.

“Close your eyes.” His voice was low, and the timbre instantly electrified her…down there. “I can tell that you’re analyzing every single part of this call…what I must be thinking about you…what I look like—am I right?”

Katniss giggled. “Exactly.” She sighed and closed her eyes. “I closed them.”

“I think that you’re a brave woman who’s taking control of her sexual life.” The man breathed against the receiver and Katniss shivered imagining his warm breath against her ear. “I’m blond, average height, with blue eyes. Imagine me in your mind.”

Katniss took a deep breath, the image of a man forming in her head. She saw him, undoing her favorite red tie, removing his black loafers, before lying next to her.

“I’m playing with the strap of your gown, Katniss…what were you doing before I came home?”

“Drinking wine…imagining what we would be doing once you got home,” she stuttered out. “I’m not good at this.”

“You were doing beautifully,” he assured her. “The tone of your voice…low…grounded…I bet you growl when you’re turned on…and I'd love to make you growl…”

Katniss felt the gush as her core pulsed at his words. She had foregone underwear and could see her arousal gleaming on her inner thighs.

“While you were waiting for me, did you touch yourself?”

Her fingers traced along the opening of her gown. “Yes…”

“Oh fuck—” He groaned into the receiver and the sound traveled straight to her cunt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Just thinking about coming home to you made me hard—” There was a grunt on her speaker, and she gasped at the image of him, cock straining through the zipper of his pants. “I had to close the door to my office and stroke myself to the thought of you…”

Katniss mewled into the phone, her hand traveling down between her legs as the other massaged her breast.

“God…”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rumbled on the line. “I’m kneeling in front of you, open your cunt for me—”

“What?”

“Take those pretty little fingers of yours and use them to spread your labia, Katniss. I want to see that lovely hole…the one that I’m going to stick my fingers…then my tongue…and finally my cock—”

Behind her eyes, Katniss imagined this mystery man kneeling before her and using her index and middle finger, spread her outer lips apart to his hungry eyes.

“Mmmm…more…” She groaned into the phone. “I want more…please…”

“I got you—” Katniss could hear shifting and wondered if she was actually turning this stranger on. “You’re so wet for me, Katniss. I bet you taste delicious...go on…taste yourself.”

Losing herself in his voice, she lifted her hand to her mouth and stuck her fingers in her mouth.

“I can hear you sucking on your fingers.” He sounded desperate. “What do you taste like?”

She moved her fingers from her lips. “Light…but musky…”

The man moaned into the receiver. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Yes,” she growled. “I need you inside me.”

Her fingers went back to drenched core, moving along her inner lips, and dancing along her entrance.

“Undo my belt,” he commanded. “I can’t wait anymore, Katniss. I want you to pull out my cock. I want you to rub your cunt against my pants so every time I wear them, I can remember my dick ramming into that soaked hole of yours—fuck!”

Katniss took her fingers, plunging them straight into her core. “UH!” She lost herself in the motion, her hips jerking as she fucked herself—or in her mind, he fucked her—into oblivion. “I’m going to come…”

“Me too, baby,” he moaned. “Touch your clit, make yourself come for me, Katniss…”

Her hand went to her pearl, circling the peaked nerve, and she felt the crest of her climax in sight.

“Don’t forget…” he demanded. “Say my name…say my name when you come—”

Her whole body arched, tensing, before she crashed, and her hips bucked as the white-hot pleasure blinded her.

“FUCK—PEETA!”

She could hear his ragged breaths as her hips landed back on her mattress.

“Oh God…that was amazing.”

“You are amazing,” he breathed, almost tenderly.

“Thank you,” she whispered into the phone. “I thought that maybe my ex was right—that I was a horrible lay. But it wasn’t me. He just never inspired me…or made me want…you did.”

“Katniss?”

Her eyes opened slowly. “Yes?”

“It’s me—” He took a deep breath. “Peeta.”

She snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“Today is your 25th birthday.” Katniss shot up at his words. “Your office gave you a cake—chocolate with strawberries on top and almonds sprinkled on the sides, along with a bottle of wine.” Her eyes went to the open bottle of pinot. “My office is right across from yours—and I’ve been in love with you since the moment I met you.”

“Peeta…” Her eyes filled. “Two years?”

“Two years,” he confirmed. “Delly told me that you and Cato broke up. I had to take a chance even if it was this.”

“Do you actually work as a phone sex operator?”

“No,” he replied. “Delly made that flier.”

“Damn her and her graphic skills,” she muttered.

“Do you hate me? For lying to you?” Peeta asked carefully. “If you ended up not calling, I was going to ask you out on Monday, but I understand if you never want to speak to me—”

“Peeta.” He stopped. “Would you really do all the things you said over the phone?”

“Fuck yes.”

Katniss laid back against her pillows. She didn’t want to wait till Monday to see him.

So, she told him her address.

FIN.

[prioritysope]

Cheating

Reader: Female

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 25/26

"Are you nervous about going to Argentina?" Sumi spoke, putting a pair of shorts on Gaby's bed.

It had been two months since Oikawa and Gaby had graduated, and they had decided to share the two months of summer with all their closest ones to be able to enjoy a little before going to Argentina.

Now it was only Sumi, Sakura, and Akira helping Gaby pack the last suitcase before leaving tonight. She could admit that she was too nervous, as it would be a totally different country from Japan where she was born and raised; however, she is totally sure that she wants to go and support her boyfriend in everything.

"I admit that I am nervous. I know it will be hard for us to get used to a country with totally different language and customs." She took some last clothes from the closet, to go to bed to arrange them and put them in the suitcase.

"I hope you call us once in a while or send us a present, bitch." Now Akira spoke, causing everyone to laugh.

The girls kept talking about any topic until Gaby received a message from Oikawa for her and the girls to go to Matsukawa's apartment, so they could all enjoy themselves before it was time to leave.

----

"Let's all admit that it will be weird to hear Tooru speaking Spanish if he ever comes back to Japan and we see each other." Takahiro commented after taking a sip of his beer.

"Wouldn't the weird thing be that you're drinking beer at 5 in the afternoon?" Issei said, letting out a laugh.

"Suck my dick." Makki hissed at Mattsun, pulling his middle finger out.

"Get me a microscope, and I'll gladly do it." He replied, making the rest laugh again.

Anyone could see from a thousand kilometers how nervous Oikawa was about going to Argentina. He knew this was for his future, he knows that Gaby will be there to support him, just like she has done since they met. At least he won't be alone in the other part of the world.

He would totally miss his friends, his family. Absolutely everything. All the equipment was at Matsukawa's apartment, as they wanted them to share one last time before taking Tooru and Gaby to the airport. Even Iwaizumi was there. For the peace of the team, since everything happened, they decided not to talk about it so as not to cause problems.

Oikawa was in the kitchen when he heard someone call him from behind. When he turned around, he saw Iwaizumi motioning for him to come closer. Tooru frowned in clear confusion. Since all the trouble happened, the only thing they talked about was Volleyball; so, it was strange to him that he spoke to him outside of that. However, curiosity grew in him and he went to him.

"What's wrong, Hajime?"

"I just wanted to talk to you alone, no problem." He said, noticing the nervousness in his voice.

Oikawa looked for his phone, thus noting the time. Gaby would arrive soon, and the least he would like is for her to see him talking to Iwaizumi and get upset or something similar. Although according to her, she doesn't have any grudge against Hajime.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Tooru wanted to get straight to the point.Iwaizumi let out a deep breath, taking the courage to speak. Nor is it that she was going to say something bad; she just wanted to say it without making it sound bad or rude. What she least she wanted was more trouble with him who used to be his best friend and his ex-girlfriend.

"I know I've already apologized, but no matter how many times I do it, I feel like it's not enough. I hurt Gaby, and it's totally my fault that she's no longer by my side. There's no excuse for what I did to her, because it was complete stupidity on my part. He doesn't ask me to forgive him the first time, until I will understand if she hates me."

"Don't worry, Hajime. I don't hold a grudge against you." Both boys jumped in surprise to hear the female's voice. They weren't expected to come that fast, much less listen. "Yes, you caused me a lot of damage. But I also made the mistake of accepting Tooru's proposal, when I could just break up with you and then go with him. However, my anger with you led me to it."

It seemed like today was confession night.

"I appreciate that you took the courage to say so before it was too late. You know that I will always wish you the best in the world, and you will always have my support." Gaby finished, giving him a smile.

The atmosphere didn't feel so heavy anymore. It was as if a great burden had been released at that precise moment. All three agreed that it was time to settle down, as their adult life was just beginning and they weren't going to spend their entire lives hating themselves for that sort of thing. Although Iwaizumi knows of the damage that he caused to her, and he will always live regretful and will learn from it so as not to do it again in the future.

"Thank you very much, Gabs, seriously." Hajime sighed in relief, briefly closing his eyes. "I also wanted to wish them the best in Argentina, and taking the opportunity to tell them that I too will go, but to the USA to study."

"Really? That's amazing, Haji." Gaby exclaimed, totally sincere about being happy for him.

"Time to go, guys!" Matsukawa exclaimed, jingling the car keys.

-----

They were both already at Haneda Airport, the boys had brought them and decided to leave quickly so as not to cry. They wished both of them the best of luck, asking him to go to Japan from time to time on vacation or to go to Argentina.

"Ready, love?" Oikawa asked her girlfriend, taking her hand to entwine her fingers and devoting her gaze to her beautiful face.

Gaby looked up, in order to maintain eye contact with him. She squeezed her hand, turning to look at the people already beginning to enter the long corridor toward the plane. She swallowed hard, then closing her eyes for a few seconds before opening them and looking at Tooru again, to nod.

"Argentina, here we go." They both muttered at the same time before getting on the plane that will totally change their lives.

[mourntheantagonist]

billy hears about how steve can make guys cum untouched just with his fingers/dick. he gets keyed up, post s2 or s3 (whichever floats your boat) and goes to steve begging for him to finger billy open then make him cum untouched.

wHO TOLD YOU!!?

who exposed me??

coming untouched is my favorite thing hhhhh

I revealed this information to only a small number of people I’m coming for all of you 🔪

anyway... I hope you enjoy this because i sure did

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Billy approach’s Steve at his locker with both the bravado of a man on a mission and the nervousness of a twelve year old asking his crush to dance.

Billy had learned a very interesting rumor about his boyfriend from the pitcher for the baseball team. After several attempts of the guy trying to get into Steve’s pants, Billy was unleashed to put the kid into his proper place. Billy refrained from anything too physical, knowing if he left any marks on Saunders he would definitely be receiving the cold shoulder from Steve. And it’s not like he could blame the guy. If he had been on the receiving end of one of Steve’s magical blow jobs and had that taken away, he might have done the same thing.

Billy just shoves him around a bit. Makes a few veiled threats that he doesn’t need to know have zero merit. Steve has truly made him soft. But still, Billy’s reputation preceded him. Dixon Saunders easily submitted.

But before Billy could walk away he had to open his big mouth.

“Word of advice. Let Harrington in the backdoor. You’ll be fuckin’ seein’ stars I tell you. Doesn’t even have to touch.”

Billy allows himself to walk away. Manages to fight the urge to probe him with all his questions. But those words they fucking bore a hole into his brain and he’s gotta know. He’s gotta experience that first hand for himself.

“You free after school? I wanna test out a rumor.” He says, leant up against the locker in an attempt to seduce, while also masking the scared little kid inside him as he beats around the bush.

Steve and him have not progressed past hand jobs and blowjobs. Billy’s only ever had actual, back breaking, sex once. And he wasn’t on the receiving end. So this was uncharted territory for him. But his dick twitched every time those words echoed in his skull.

“Doesn’t even have to touch.”

“And what rumor would that be?” Steve asks as he shoves the remainder of his books into his locker.

And Billy can’t bring himself to ask for it. Not here where people can see Steve laugh in his face. No, he’d rather lose his dignity in private.

And it’s not that Billy thinks Steve will laugh at him for wanting it, but laugh at him for the clear desperation he has for it.

“I’ll tell you when we get to your place. Wouldn’t want it to spread around school.”

Steve just laughs it off and nudges Billy’s shoulder, but Billy’s already looking him up and down with a bit lip and hungry eyes. Because Steve is looking like an entire meal right now. Wrinkles next to his eyes and shiny white teeth exposed with his smile. Long fingers brushing through his hair.

He wants.

He needs.

He doesn’t know how he intends to make it through the last hour of the school day without popping a boner in history class. Having to come up with a reason why the assasination of Franz Ferdinand has him so aroused.

When they’ve finally made it to Steve’s house Steve is begging Billy to tell him the rumor, and billy is begging for something else entirely. Billy pushes Steve down onto the couch and gets into Steve’s lap. Facing towards him with a knee on either side of Steve’s legs. Steve wraps his arms around Billy’s back as Billy leans down to kiss him. Steve’s neck craning upwards to meet Billy’s lips.

“A little birdie told me you can make a boy come untouched. That true?”

And Billy was correct to assume Steve would laugh. But it isn’t a mocking laugh. More delighted and intrigued.

“Well if you want me to do that we’re gonna have to get you in another position.”

And suddenly Billy is flying off his lap and Steve is dragging Billy up the stairs and into his room. Bending Billy over against the bed, propped up by his hands until Steve knocks him down to his elbows. Billy let’s out a quiet chuckle at this amount of aggression and heat he’s not used to seeing out of Steve.

Steve reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube from one of the drawers, sparing no time at all before yanking Billy’s pants downs to his knees and squirting a bit of lube onto two fingers.

“You’re sure you’re ready for this?” He asks, and Billy is already spreading his legs. Bracing himself. Yeah. He’s fucking ready.

“If you don’t start right fucking now I’m going to scream.”

Steve laughs before sliding in one slicked finger. Billy’s fingered himself before, but this right here was an entirely different ball game. When he did it to himself he could never get the angle quite right. And the added fear that his father could walk in on him with fingers up his ass, he’d rather not entertain that.

The one finger felt good. Better than he could achieve himself. But he definitely wasn’t seeing stars.

By the time Steve added in a second finger he started to feel it. Not overwhelming pleasure, but the desperate need to touch himself. He was already leaking pre onto the bed sheets, gripping the cloth tightly and clenching his teeth to fight the urge to stroke his dick. His hard, red, throbbing dick.

Okay maybe he wasn’t entirely ready for that.

Steve’s fingers are now scissoring inside him spreading him apart slowly and teasingly. He’s slow and meticulous and he’s doing all the right things. Billy feels the need so bite down on something. His nails now digging into his palms, sure to leave marks. He’s sputtering nonsensical pleas to speed up. More more more.

Then there’s a third finger and Billy lets out and embarrassing moan.

He needs Steve inside of him. Now.

And apparently Steve agrees as he slowly removes his fingers from Billy’s hole, Billy letting out a deep breath as the pressure is released.

Suddenly Steve is flipping Billy onto his back, ripping his own shirt off, pulling Billy’s jeans the rest of the way down and over his ankles. Pulling Billy’s legs up to where they are now resting on his shoulders. Billy follows Steve’s lead and reveals his own bare chest. Unbuttoning the only two buttons that were ever fastened. His hands are too close to his dick for Steve’s liking. Billy’s so close to wrapping his hand around himself and holding on for dear life.

Steve grabs Billy by the wrists and pins them down to the bed just above Billy’s head.

“Hands off the merchandise. We’re testing the rumor aren’t we?”

And Billy just whimpers underneath the weight of Steve on top of him. He needs Steve inside of him. He wants so badly to come undone at just the feeling of Steve inside him. Tearing him apart. Destroying him until he’s a blubbering mess.

Steve releases one hand from Billy’s wrist hesitantly. Slowly to ensure Billy remains complaint and keeps the hand where it lies. Then he’s using the free hand to position himself, and it all feels like slow motion. Like time stops completely before Steve is complete filling Billy up. Then he’s pumping in and out at an agonizingly slow pace and Billy just wants to scream.

Steve is leaning over him, hands back on Billy’s wrists, kissing, sucking, biting on Billy’s neck and the show is almost over for him. Tears spilling out of his eyes. He’s desperately fighting against Steve’s grip on him.

“Come for me baby.” He whispers in his ear with a breathy moan. “I’m close too.”

It’s the combination of the hot breath against his ear and one final thrust that he feels all the way to his stomach that does it all for him. Almost instantaneously he’s shooting off onto Steve’s chest. He’s not seeing stars. He’s seeing the whole damn galaxy.

And he could easily get hard again at just the sight of Steve on top as he comes inside of him. Mouth agape as he releases a heavy and unsuppressed moan. Hair filling into his face, beads of sweat on his forehead. He looks fucking ethereal. Of course a boy who looked like that would live up to the rumor. But there was never really any doubt in Billy that Steve would deliver. And boy did he ever.

And then Steve’s aggressive performance from just a few minutes ago is flipped on it’s head. Slowly removing himself from inside, Billy feeling as Steve’s come slowly drips from his hole. Steve coming up to his face to gently push a hair out of his face before peppering gentle kisses to the space below his eyes where shedded tears came to rest.

“I would ask you if the rumors are true, but I think that’s kinda obvious don’t you think?” Steve says with a little smirk.

Billy scoffs before gently moving a now freed hand up to grab Steve by the chin. Angling his face to his eyes are locked straight on his own. “Shut up you cocky little bastard.” He says before pulling him down to meet his lips, wrapping his legs around him and locking his ankles together and pulling Steve down until Steve’s chest completely pressed up against his own.

“I’m still stronger than you. Don’t you ever forget it.”

[iridescentjin]

Peaches

Summary: Jungkook x Reader. Jeon Tiddies. Send tweet.

Genre: smut, a skosh of fluff

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!jungkook, nipple play, teasing, biting, oral (sort of) m. receiving, cum play, unprotected sex

a/n: blame New Year’s Rockin’ Eve for this. I...am a thirsty little monster. unedited, as always. Not even a little proofread.

Word Count: 2860

You giggle as you prance around the kitchen in pale pink lingerie under an apron, mixing up cookie dough, putting trays in, and pulling out the ones that need to cool. You always get nervous when Jungkook is coming home from a world tour, and you tend to channel that nervousness into baking. After the last tour, you had made 5 different types of cheesecake. Jungkook helped you eat all of it, but both of you decided to not have cheesecake again for at least 2 years.

Jungkook will be home any minute, and you’ve made 6 dozen cookies already. You are moving the 7th dozen from the oven onto the cooling rack when you hear the click of the lock on the front door. Haphazardly, you toss the cookies onto the pile and throw the tray down. You peel the oven mitts off your hands and bound to the door.

His back is to you as he shuts the door and locks the deadbolt. You can see his tousled dark hair on top of his head. He’s wearing a loose black hoodie on top of joggers, and he has on his chunky black sneakers. You silently laugh at how predictable his outfits are. You almost bet your sister money that he would be wearing this exact outfit.

He turns to you, and, before he sees what you’re wearing, he smiles softly at you, the love inside of him showing through his eyes. You watch his eyes sweep over your frame and take in what you are wearing, and his expression immediately changes.

He drops his backpack with a thud on the floor and crosses to you in two quick steps. He wraps you in his arms and picks you straight up off the floor. You wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you, staring into your eyes.

“Hi baby,” you whisper, unable to stop the stupid grin that is spread across your face.

“I’m shutting the oven off right now because we have more important things to do.” He carries you as if you are nothing into the kitchen and presses the button to turn the oven off. Because he knows you and your neuroses so well, he also grabs the bowl of dough off the counter with one hand and slides it into the refrigerator.

Your hands hold tightly around his neck, clinging to him, afraid he’ll drop you. You never expected any many to lift you up and carry you around in your life, but Jungkook was so deceptively strong that he swept you off your feet regularly like he was picking up his backpack or a box of tissues. It still baffled you how he hid those muscles.

When you get into the bedroom, you run your hands down his chest, and, at that moment, you realize that he, in fact, is not hiding any muscles. Even through his hoodie, you can feel the toned muscles protruding from his chest, and you wonder just how much he was working out. He had told you that he was working through his sexual frustration by working out extra on top of his regular workouts. It seemed like maybe you were in for a shock tonight with how much sexual frustration he seemed to have worked off at the gym.

“Take off your clothes,” you command him. He stares at you for a second, slightly baffled by the sudden request before even making out. “Right now.”

He sets you gingerly onto the floor, and you stand before him, untying your apron. He pulls his hoodie over his head and reveals an oversized t-shirt. He rips it over his head and yanks down his joggers and underwear. He realizes that he still has the sneakers on, so he awkwardly steps out of his shoes without untying them before stepping out of the rest.

He stands before you completely naked, only partly hard, and you love the way that his body looks. Even though his dick is still mostly flaccid, that’s the only thing even remotely soft about him. His pectorals and biceps and quads all beckon you seductively, telling you exactly how much Jungkook has been thinking of this moment. 

You cross the space between the two of you and press your chest against his. You lean your head back, and he leans down to kiss you. Before he can kiss you too hard or slip his tongue into your mouth, you pull your lips away. You kiss down the column of his throat and across his collarbone. Your lips and tongue continue to explore his chest until you land on his right nipple. You take it into your mouth, flicking your tongue over it, then you suck gently on the slowly hardening bud.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moans weakly.

You continue to work on his right nipple with your mouth as your hand finds the left. You tweak at it and roll it between your two fingers. You trace your fingertips across it and drag it with your palm. You can feel Jungkook grow fully hard against your waist, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes against his skin.

“Do you like that, peaches?” you ask him, sliding your mouth to the other side.

You only call Jungkook “peaches” on certain occasions. He is the type that wants nothing more than to please you, and your relationship with him is based on mutual trust. When you are feeling particularly dominant, you let him know, simply by calling him “peaches.” He moans softly again when the name crosses your lips.

“Yes I do, my goddess.”

The nickname coming from him shoots straight to your core, and you have to stop yourself from pulling your panties to the side and having him fuck you right now. But you want to take this slow. It’s been so long, and you aren’t about to give up the opportunity to draw this out.

“Lie down, peaches.”

When he lies down, you straddle him on your knees, not allowing him to touch you. You pin his arms over his head with one hand; you know the gesture is largely symbolic because he is absolutely stronger than you, but it’s nice to have him give you the semblance of control.

You dip your head and kiss his lips, briefly again, and you move your mouth back to the curves of his chest. His pectorals are prominent enough that you can’t help the urge that overcomes you. You haven’t ever done it, not to a man or a woman, especially not to Jungkook. You press your face between the two bulges on his chest and shake your head back and forth while blowing air out.

Jungkook immediately starts to laugh as you do it. His wrists press against your hands, he gently pushes you off his chest.

“What...what the fuck was that?” he laughs out.

“I don’t know! I just really wanted to do it, peaches!” you start giggling against his chest, and you take your free hand to start playing with one of his nipples. 

“That was really w-weird.” He tries to hide his arousal from the motions of your hand.

“Jungkook, don’t act like you aren’t hard as a rock underneath me right now. Don’t act like I couldn’t make you cum all over yourself without ever even touching your cock.”

“I…” he starts, “I don’t think that you could make me cum without touching my cock, Goddess. You’re good, but I don’t think you’re that good.”

His tone isn’t bratty, and he seems earnest in saying that he doesn’t think you can do it. That makes you want to try even more. You remove your fingers from his nipple and trail them down his chest, across his firm belly, down to the v created by his muscles near his groin. You let your fingers tickle his skin tenderly before you trace it back up to his nipple. You take one into your mouth, sucking mercilessly as he whimpers beneath you.

“You’re sure?” you ask as he starts to squirm, pushing against your hand.

“No, no, fuck. I’m not sure. Why does that feel so fucking good?”

You answer him by moving your mouth to the other side and allowing your hand to trace the same pattern down his body. You feel his groin muscles tensing as you touch him. With your lips still wrapped around his nipple, you trail your fingers down his inner thigh, making sure to barely graze his balls as you pass.

“Fuck, fuck, y/n. I’m...I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”

You unlatch from him for a moment to look at him with a wicked grin on your face. You blow cool air across his nipple. “Cum for me, peaches,” you whisper.

You feel his leg tense beneath you, and he’s moaning and whining. The next thing you feel is the crotch of your pink lacy panties suddenly wet. As Jungkook continues to writhe beneath you, you dip your fingers to your crotch and pull away the wet substance. When you bring your fingers up to eye level, it’s apparent that Jungkook came so hard that he shot his load straight into you even though you are situated roughly six inches above him.

“Fuck, Goddess, I’m so sorry. I wanted this to last all night, but I’m just so worked up. We’ve been apart for so long. Y/n, please, let me taste you and make you feel good?”

“Baby boy, peaches, it’s fine. I was involved in this too. I knew what I was doing,” you run your fingers through his hair. “Plus, if you think that this is done because you came one time, honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.”

You both giggle at the Vine reference. He leans up to press his lips to yours. This time you let your lips linger on his. You kiss slowly for a moment, and you dip your hand between your bodies again. You collect his cum from your underwear on two fingers, and you bring it to his mouth.

“Open,” you command, and he looks at you with his big eyes wide.

He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. You swipe your fingers across his tongue, pressing them further into his mouth.

“Suck.” He does, sucking hard at your fingers, tongue wrapping around each of them. He moans a little at the back of his throat, and you can feel the vibration on your fingers.

“Is it turning you on to suck your own cum off my fingers?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

“Yes, Goddess, and I can smell a hint of you on your fingers. You smell so good. I want you so bad.”

“I know you do, peaches. It’s just been way too long. I’ve missed you so much.”

You run your fingers through his hair again, tugging gently each time you get to the ends. You remove your hand from his wrists and lace the fingers of the other hand in his hair too. He moves his hands to your hips and hovers over them, eyes pleading you to let him touch. You nod, and his hands start to explore every inch of your skin.

“I want to try something…” you whisper, trailing off.

Jungkook rests his hands on your breasts, massaging gently. “You can try anything that you want, Goddess. I want whatever makes you happy.”

“I know you do. You’re such a good boy, peaches. But this one, you have to tell me immediately if you don’t like it or want it. What’s your safeword?”

“If I need you to stop, I should say Overwatch,” he presents it like he’s proud of himself for remembering. Since he looks so proud, you can’t help but praise him for remembering.

“Yes, that’s my good boy. Okay, baby, I’m going to try it.”

You run your hands over his firm pectoral muscles again. When you reach his nipples, you stop again. In a swift movement, you grab hold of both his nipples, hard, and you twist them slightly.

“Ah, ah, ah, fuck. Oh my god. Aaaah fuck.” Incoherent sounds and swears are pouring out of Jungkook’s mouth, but the safe word isn’t coming out. You keep your firm grip as you lower your hips slightly to rest against him. You feel his dick at full attention beneath you.

You release your grip on him, and he sighs, though you can’t tell whether it’s from relief or disappointment. His eyes search your face, and you pull your panties off while he looks at you with so much confusion in his eyes.

“Do you want to make me feel good?” you ask.

He nods.

“Do you want me to do that again?”

He pauses a second then nods. You align him with your entrance and sink down onto him. He groans as you slowly lower yourself all the way down on him, pulsing your hips slightly as you get him settled inside you. Your hands settle on his chest, and you take the same firm grip on him. This time an audible gasp and moan escapes him. His hips buck up inside you, and you start to roll your hips against him.

Jungkook seems unable to control himself at all, and his hips continue to buck into you, holding a vague rhythm that sort of matches yours. You continue to roll your hips, creating the friction that you need to feel good. The way that his dick curves inside you has you feeling so full, and the way he’s moving his hips has him hitting the perfect spot inside you over and over.

Your orgasm is within your reach when Jungkook mumbles out, “I don’t know how long I can last like this, Goddess.”

“You’ll last as long as I tell you to last, peaches,” you put a little bit of venom into the pet name to let him know that you’re serious. “You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”

You let go of his nipples, and he whines, thrusting his hips hard inside you. His grip on your hips tightens, and he is pulling you down against his harsh strokes. “Oh? Is that how you’re going to make me cum? Jackhammering?”

“Fuck, Goddess, please. Show me what you need. I  can’t think.”

You remove one of his hands from your hip and lead it to your clit. You lower your head to his nipples which are red and swollen and hard enough to cut diamond. Your teeth gently graze the skin of his areola until your teeth bite down on the nipple. He groans again, and he loses the rhythm on your clit.

“Jungkook, peaches, don’t you dare fucking stop right now.”

“I won’t, Goddess.” His tone is pleading, and his fingers continue their ministrations on your clit.

You can hardly think, and the only thing that you are sure exists is the way your tongue feels against Jungkook and his fingers on your clit. He fucks up inside of you as you start to pulse around him.

“Goddess, you’re clenching me so tight. You feel so good. You fuck me so good.” He’s rambling and trying to keep a steady pace on your clit. You slam head first into your orgasm, crying out loudly, fingernails digging into Jungkook’s chest. Your hips try to ride out the pleasure on Jungkook’s dick.

As you start to come down, you hear Jungkook whimpering, “Please, Goddess. I can’t. Please.”

“You did so well, peaches. You may come now.”

He looks at you with innocent eyes. “Will...will you do it again?”

You giggle and nod. You squeeze hard on his nipples again, and he moans and immediately starts filling you with his hot cum. You feel rope after rope of his cum hitting your walls, mixing with your own. He fucks it deeper into you, and you can’t help but clench a little around him.

“Good lord!” he shouts as you do, and his orgasm continues to crash over him.

You only let go of his nipples when his hips still. You climb off of him, but instead of immediately going to cuddle, you drop down to his rapidly softening cock. Your tongue laps at all of the cum and arousal all over his dick and balls. He groans as he watches you do it. His fingers tangle into your hair as he continues to breathe heavily, trying to catch his breath.

Once you’ve cleaned him completely, besides your spit, you nestle yourself against him. You rest your head on the chest that you just abused in the best way. His fingers trace along your jawline and tilt your face up, so you’re looking at him.

“I missed you so much, Goddess. I love you. Thank you.” He smiles brightly at you with sleepy eyes.

“I missed you too, Peaches. I’m so glad you’re home. I love you too.” You kiss his mouth one more time, then the two of you settle into each other, clinging to one another as if you had been apart for months...because you had been.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Hero Santa

Sero x fem!reader

Warnings: yellow sour fruit, swearing

A/N: wow it’s been a long time that I’ve posted a oneshot. Sorry about that. My job keeps me busy and the fic I’m writing takes priority. This isn’t a request either so I’m ;;; this is entirely self-indulgent. I’ve just discovered a newfound love for mr. tape boy and wanted to write something about him. There’s a lot of cringey things in here. Like, secondhand emebarssment type things. But I just wanted to write something funny and wholesome, straying away from the incessant dubcon that litters my blog. If this makes you embarrassed then I think I’ve done my job right? If this makes you smile, then double points for me, I guess! Also, fuck you, I'm still mourning the loss of blockbuster movies so it exists in this one shot. huzzah.

You barrel in through Sero’s threshold, clutching your sides as you bust out laughing, exhilarated from you and Sero’s grand escape from a dastardly encounter— you seeing your ex boyfriend in public. Sero flings himself after you, clamping his hands down on your shoulders practically shaking as he tries to catch his breath.

“D-do you think he saw us??” He snickers, twirling around you to throw his house keys down on his front door counter top.

“I’m sure he did! He said my name right before you grabbed me!”

Sero’s grin widens as he sifts through your bag to grab one of the many sweet treats he picked out for the both of you. “But are you really sure that he saw us?”

“Sero, you literally spider-manned us out of blockbuster. The entire store saw us! They’re going to have to get a long ass ladder to get that tape off the ceiling!” You grin at him and with your best, most formal tone, you mock, “that was quite indecent, young man!”

“Ehhh. I’m sure they have somebody at the blockbuster who was like a leg extension or flying quirk. They’ll be fine!

You snort. “I can’t believe you just referred to blockbuster as ‘the blockbuster’ like you’re some kinda old lady!”

“Now, why don’t you make a decision on what my identity is? Who am I: Spider-Man or Gammy NumNums?”

“Who am I to say? I don't know Spider-Man’s secret identity. How are we so sure that Gammy NumNums herself isn’t Spider-Man?

“Oh shit, I think you’re onto something there.” Sero plops down on his couch, setting his treats down on the table next to it. “I’m really living the greatest triple life, huh? The best of all worlds.”

“I’ll say.” You mosey into the room, vibrating with happiness and comfort you get whenever you’re in Sero’s house. You nod at the pile of blankets he has at his feet. The two of you are going to be having a blanket fort movie night, something you’ve been looking forward to all week long. “Shall we get started?”

“Nah nah nah, lemme take care of all of this! Can you get the popcorn ready?”

You nod and grab two different packets from your bag. “Butter or kettle? I couldn’t decide.”

“What do I look like, an animal? Butter! Buttery butter. I want my popcorn to slide off my fingertips!”

You mock a gag. “I think maybe you are an animal,” you say and throw a pillow at Sero’s face before hopping to the kitchen before he could retaliate.

You leave the room with a giant smile on your face. Back at the store, you let yourself freeze in front of your ex while a thousand thoughts ran through your head. It’s always been odd seeing him in public after the two of you broke up, but every time you have seen him, you’ve been able to hide yourself immediately. Thankfully Sero was there when you were discovered and you recovered from your mental paralysis as soon as he swung the two of you out and away from him.

Sero has really been a special kind of hero towards you since your breakup. He’s been nothing but supportive of you— there for you whether you needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to bring a smile to your face. Sero is your guy. Sometimes both! You recall an instance where you were done crying but had said something along the lines of “my heart might be broken,” and without hesitating, Sero clicked out a piece of his tape and placed it over your chest, telling you that he’d be there to fix it. That’s when you first realized that maybe your heart could change fall into a new direction. He has really become something very… special to you. You find your heart skipping a beat during certain instances. If his hand lingers on your waist for a second longer than you’re used to, your mind goes haywire. It’s funny— you know you have feelings for him, and you’re pretty positive he might reciprocate those feelings, but the two of you avoid saying anything about it like the plague. You’re completely comfortable with him, but sometimes when you’re alone, when you’re close, the air grows thick with tension and the two of you sit in silence until one of you inevitable break the silence by making some lame joke. But god, sometimes you just want to hold the boy down and smooch his face!!

You pause in the hallway to check yourself in the mirror, pursing your lips as you turn to inspect your teal blue pajama bottoms. You sigh, embarrassed to have been in public with your lounge wear: slippers and all. If you had been expecting to see anybody, you would’ve done your makeup, maybe put on a skirt and some cute boots, but he saw you looking like a slob with a shit ton of candy in your hands.

After you pop your corn, you return to Sero’s living room, amazed at how quickly he made the fort transformation. Blankets hang from the walls and ceiling, cascading down with nice curves centering on an arena of fluffy pillows with Sero sprawled out in the middle, languidly pushing chocolate covered cookie dough into his mouth while he bats at the controls to get the movie started. You pause at the doorway, shifting your weight from one leg to another nervously until he looks at you, lifting a brow when you bite your lip.

“I know,” he says with a grin, “I’m absolutely brilliant.”

“You’re just alright.” You take you seat next to the boy, and burrow your cold feet under his legs. He gives you a funny grin, but you shrug it off. “I’m cold!”

“I think I-“ Sero presses his lips together, a worried look crawling over his face “-I’m certain I spared a blanket or two for us to actually use.”

He takes a moment to look around and after he finds nothing, he gives you a wide eyed stare. “Oh no.”

“See, this is why you're just alright.”

Sero hops up. “No, no, no— I’m not just alright. I’m the king of this here fort.” Sero raises his hands to feel around for a blanket used for the roof that’s unnecessary for the structure. His shirt lifts, exposing his tight midriff to you, and you tell yourself to look away, but you just can’t bring yourself to. Your eyes linger on his naval before drifting down towards his gray sweatpants where you can definitely make out the outline of his dick. You could scream.

“Do forts usually have kings?”

“This one does.”

You get to you knees, fully aware of how it might look to him if he so much as glances down, and ask, “if you’re the king, what would that make me?”

“That’s easy,” Sero says, carefully peeling some tape off a loose blanket, “you’re the princess.”

“HA! So you’re my dad?!”

Sero snickers before his eyes meet yours, blanket falling into his hands. He hesitates for a moment while he looks down at you, his brows furrowing as the tips of his ears grow to be a redder hue.

“Absolutely not,” he whispers in a tone softer than you’re used to. The blanket fall to the floor, but Sero stays stock still, eyes glazing over as he takes in your suggestive position.

“Then how does this work?” You quip, growing all the more embarrassed that you’re practically begging for him to make a move while at the same time, doing absolutely nothing.

“Don’t you remember?” Finally, he crouches down, leveling his head with yours. You can feel his breath dance across your face as he continues, “I swept you off your feet. Stole you right out from under the nose of a beastly emperor. The princess is merely a guest at my fort; it’s a safe haven for her.”

“Then one could say that the princess owes the king a lot for saving her life…”

“The king is only happy when the princess is safe and happy. She owes him nothing.”

“Is that so…?” You reach a hand into the popcorn bowl, grin sinisterly at ‘the king’, and buck a handful of the buttery goodness Sero loves so much right at his face. “Little did you know, the princess has been planning to assassinate the king in order to take the fort for herself!”

“Damn you, princess!” Sero laughs, throwing his own handful right back at you. “The king has been betrayed one too many times after giving in to acts of charity!”

“The king is a fool!” You yell, swinging a pillow at his face, knocking him back into his cushioned seminar. “Long live princess me!!”

Sero moves to remove your assault weapon from his face, only to have you climb on top of him to pin his hands behind his back

“You suck.”

“You sure wish I would.”

“I—“ Sero’s face flushes beat red while you smirk down at him. You tighten your thighs hold around him but get distracted by something poking your chest. It’s popcorn.

“Oh. Ew.” Without thinking, you pull the bits out from your bra and pop them into your mouth. Sero gives you a funny grin and it’s your turn to flush. You hide behind your hands and cry, “GAHH! I’m not a princess! I’m a troll!”

Sero uses this opening to his advantage, grabbing onto your hands and using sheer strength, flings you onto your back, panning you down against a pillowy wonderland.

“Ahhh curse your hero training,” you laugh, wiggling your legs around so you can lay more comfortably under your faux assailant.

“Troll princess,” Sero sighs, his warm breath cascading down your neck, causing shivers to prickle all across your body, “I've got you now.”

“Oh nooo.” You toss your head back, subtly lifting your pelvis to press against his. Heat floods into your belly when you feel his hardening erection pulsate against you. This isn’t what friends do and you know that. He has to know that, too. “The King’s got the poor, helpless princess locked beneath him. Whatever can she do? Whatever will he do?”

Sero goes silent. His eyes scan over your face, lips patting when they land in yours. You’re unsure of what to do— what to say. At this point you might as well tell him to kiss you.

“I don’t wanna play this game anymore,” he says in a sort of morose way. You heart falls and your stomach goes to knots. Maybe you were wrong about him feeling the same way for you do? Maybe the two of you are just really good friends. But his hands don’t move from their pinned position.

“Sero… we don’t have to do this if you don’t w—“

Your sentence gets cut short by Sero’s lips suddenly locking onto yours. You hum in surprise, but kiss him back, your skin practically screaming in delight when his tongue slides over your bottom lip. You try to reach up to him but Sero’s bolted hands hold your wrists firmly, keeping them above your head and all you can do is roll your tongue over his, trying to catch as much of him as you can before the kiss breaks.

But it doesn’t. He pushes your wrists together so he can hold you with one hand while the other slides down to your body, caressing your side until he squeezes your waist. You lift your pelvis and his arm wraps around your back, pulling you closer against his body. His cock rubs against your pubic bone and you can’t help but imagine what it may feel like inside of you.

You manage to free one of your hands and swiftly move it down to his sweats, greedily massaging him through his pants. Finally Sero pulls away, a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his.

“Oh, heh~,” he says, seizing your hand. “I’m, uh, really sensitive…”

“Oh? I’d like to see just how-“ again, you’re cut off by Sero claiming your lips, the kiss more forceful the second time around. It’s messy, and wet, and desperate, and you find yourself sighing into his mouth every time you get a chance to breathe, only to have those short moments thrown away by your own need possessing your body to kiss him back harsher, hands reaching up to his hair to tug and pull, exciting you when you hear a groan build up in the back Sero’s throat.

“Fuck.” Sero’s lips meet your neck, his hand resting against your exposed belly. It’s cold but you don’t mind; your body craves his cool touch. Using his tongue, Sero draw a long strip up from your neck to your ear, causing your body to shudder. You practically melt when he whispers, “I want you. I want you so bad. You have no idea.”

You sigh as Sero nibbles in your ear, his hands boldly exploring farther up your body. “I… think I have some idea.”

“Nuh-uh.” Sero leans back, his eyes shamelessly scanning over your body. You didn’t think it possible, but your skin warms up even more from his lingering gaze. As much as you like the attention, you want his hands right back on you pronto. “There’s no way you could possibly like me as much as I like you…”

You scowl at him. Too much talking and not enough kissing. You pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra, throwing your garments to the side, exposing yourself to him. Nervous tingles nip at your body, but the look on his face, the way his eyes flick from your face to your chest and back to your face as his adam’s apple bobs, makes it all worth it.

“Shit… you’re so— you’re everything to me, I need you to know that, like, if you’re at all uncomfortable or like if I do something you don’t like— god, you’re gorgeous, I just wanna—“

“-Sero…” You take his hands in yours and lead them back to your body. “Please… touch me.”

“Y-yeah…”

Sero presses his lips to yours in a sweeter manner, him molding to you nearly perfectly as his hands run up your sides. Goosebumps erupt across your body when he pushes you back down against the pillows. His right hand cups your breast as he trails kisses down your chest, only pausing when he begins to snicker.

“What?”

“Salty,” he says, his tongue licking dangerous close to your nipple. “You taste like popcorn.”

“Ohhhh noooooo-ahhh~!”

A pretty sight: Sero’s pink tongue rolling out to lav over your puckered bud. 

His lips wrap around your nipple; he sucks and your body jolts forward. He’s not the only one who’s sensitive. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sinister grin. “I like it.”

Your breathing grows heavy while Sero makes his way down your stomach, making sure to pay extra attention to the places that make you squirm when he kisses them. He gets to your pajama shorts and pets your clothed slit with a knuckle. Your hips buck up when he leans down and licks you through your shorts, excited pulsations grabbing at your core. You need more.

Your shorts fly off by your own doing, whether it’s to get the ball rolling or if you want him to be giving you the exact same lustful stare he is now is lost to you, but you’ll take it. You love it. You want him to look at you like that forever.

Sero pets your core, his own breath shuddering as you roll your hips at his touch.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he says, annunciating every word as if it pains him to say it. He rests his head in your thigh as he lazily teases you, seeming to enjoy your light mewling that comes when his fingers grow closer to your clit, the way your body moves to his touch. “I want it.”

“What ~ahah~ what are you gonna do about it?”

“Hmmm.” To your severe displeasure, Sero removes to hands, only to strip himself of his own shirt. You stare at him in awe; of course you’ve seen him shirtless before, but under these circumstances, it’s different. And you’re sure he’s bulked our a bit since the last time you caught him half-naked. Goodness.

“Ohh my god,” you sigh when he tosses his shirt to the sigh, the sight of his muscles moving over you incredibly enticing.

“What?” Sero gets to his elbows and spreads your legs open for him. He gives your pussy a long lick and groans, closing his eyes when he kisses your pubic bone. “You got something to say?”

“You’re just… so… ohhhh~!”

Sero begins laving at your heat, drowning the room with your surprised moans. His skillful tongue traces your caverns until his mouth is covered in your need. He eats you out like he’s starving for it— hell, he could’ve been famished if he says there’s no way you can like him more than he likes you. His tongue circles your clit, his never ceasing groans adding to your pleasure. You reach down as grasp at his soft hair, massaging his head as he toys with your sensitivity.

“So what, Princess?” He asks as his fingers tease your hole. The nickname sends shivers up your spine. You don’t mind it, you just didn’t think that something so cheesy could sound so hot coming from him.

“So— ahhh ahah~!” A loud moan you aren’t expecting tears out from your throat when Sero plunges two fingers into your depths. He chuckles and returns his attention back to your clit, watching your face contort in pleasure through heavy eyelashes. He sucks in you while his fingers curl against your walls, the threat of your own release building up against your stomach. You moan and pull his hair, whispering incomprehensible words, trying to find the right way to encourage him, the right way to warn him that you’re close.

“I know, I’ve got a big tongue, huh?” Oh, so he could be a smug bastard, too?

“Sssaaah~” You try saying his name, but it’s lost to you. You don’t know what to call him: Hanta? Sero? He’s been your friend for so long that saying his actual name might sound weird on your tongue, but what if saying his last name sounds weird to him? “Hero…”

“Hmmm?” His low voice murmuring into your core sends your body into a frenzy. Your body starts to shake and grip onto the cushions to keep you grounded, but that doesn’t save you from the next word you yelp out as your body is lost to ecstatic fits.

“Fuck! Oh god, Santa~ nnng~ hah~!” You squeeze your thighs together, locking him in as he gifts you with little kitten licks, elongating your excruciating orgasm with the low reverberations of his voice while he laps up your pleasure.

Your body settles but that doesn’t stop him at first. He savors your twitching body, kissing your swollen bud tenderly, brushing his hands across your sweat covered body, until he looks up at you and grins.

“So you have some kinda Christmas kink?”

You catch your breath, gazing up at the makeshift blanket ceiling, before looking back down at his goofy, red face. “What do you mean?”

“You just called me ‘Santa.’ I mean, Christmas isn’t for another month but I’m sure I could find a Santa hat somewhere if that’s what you’re into. I live to please.”

“Oh no.” You bury yourself behind your hands. “No I didn’t. No, no, noooo!!”

Sero climbs on top of you and kisses your hands. “Hey,” he sings at you, “don’t hide. I don’t kink shame.”

You grab a pillow a fling it into his face. “Shut up! Noooo!”

The two of you laugh together, his breath fanning you as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you stay like that for mere seconds but it feels like an eternity. He made you cum, but still, you crave him. You want more of him.

“That was actually really hot.” You feel him grin against your neck. “You forgetting my name. It kinda made me feel good. Really good.”

“I could… I could make you feel better,” you whisper, wrapping your hands around his back, using your fingernails to tickle his skin. He flushes.

“Is that so?” He leans down and pecks your lips. “‘Cause I wasn’t done with you. I wanna see if I can make you say all seven reindeers’ names.”

“Oh, fuck you!”

He quirks a brow. “You wanna?”

...Desperately. “Yes.”

Sero’s all too quick to free himself of his sweats and you side him by pulling his boxers down. You gulp at the sight of his erection; it’s a nice size with a beautiful curve, pre-cum already seeping out through the slit of his reddened head. You look to him and bite your lips. You grasp at the base of his length and guide his cockhead to to your mouth, pulling you tongue out to lick at his knob.

“Ahh~, um, I’m really-“

“Sensitive?” You ask before lulling your tongue underneath his cock.

“Y-yess,” he hisses, grasping at your hair to pull you back.

You grin wryly back at him. “Then how’s this going to work?”

“With me in control-“ he smirks “-lay back princess.”

You pout at him but he moves to kiss your neck, gently pushing your shoulders down so you’re back on the cushions. You reach your hands up and arch your back, an obvious ploy to get him all the more hot and bothered, and not an unsuccessful one at that.

“God damn,” he breathes, stroking his cock while taking in your figure. “God, I lo—… I need to say something before we go any further.”

“Hmmm?” You run your hands down your body. You stop at your breasts, teasing your nipples, and biting your lips. “You can say anything to me.”

“Sweet Jesus, you’re not making this easy.” He sighs and falls over you. A hand cups your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your lips. It looks like he’s eating to say something serious, but you can hardly think straight with his hardened dick resting against your thigh.

“This,” he says, stroking the back of his hand against your cheek, “can’t be… I can’t be just a rebound for you. I know I might not seem like it, but I’m an all or nothing kinda guy. You can either just be my friend—my really good friend that I’ll think about for all eternity, or you can be… my friend who I’m allowed to take on dates and kiss in public and have high make out sessions whenever we want…”

Oh! Oh he’s asking you out! You can’t help the grin from spreading across your face, but you don’t realize you’re not responding until he continues with—

“And if you’re not yet over that guy… I think I can wait for you, but I don’t… want to get my hopes up or anything…”

Sero your DICK is on my THIGH!

“Sero, you’re not a rebound. I would be very happy if you would take me on dates, kiss me in public, and have high make out sessions with me. I’d even be happy if I get to call you my boyfriend.”

He beams. “You mean that?”

“Yesss, I do. We were practically dating already!”

“Nahhh, I’ve just been warming you up. You don’t know dating until we’ve conquered the entire laser tag arena together.”

This dork. “Then I’ll wait for that with bated breath. Now, please for the love of god, fuck me before I explode!”

“Oho, we can’t have that…”

Sero lines himself up with center, allowing his cockhead to toy with your hot, needy entrance. He curses and rolls his head back as he inches himself forward, testing your heat before pulling out completely. His eyelids grow heavy when he pushes into you again and you feel yourself clamp down on him. You whimper. He feels bigger than he looks and it takes some pull before he’s completely inside you, but god, oh god, after you get used to it, you can’t help but moan as his dick slides in and out of you.

“Mmmphhhfuck, that’s good.” Slowly, Sero rolls his hips, gently fucking you at a near excruciating pace. He breathes through his teeth as his cock grinds into your walls. It feels fantastic having the head of his cock rubbing against the certain spot deep inside you. His arm wraps around your back and he pulls you flush against him, your breasts bouncing against his chest as he quickens the pace, kissing you fiercely, hungrily , while his hands lock you into place.

“You don’t know,” he seethes, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

He bites down in your neck and you claw at his back, mewling. The force, even though he’s taking his time, is addicting and you find yourself syncing up with him in no time; cursing, and panting as you sync up with him. He feels so good that you could cry, instead, you beg.

“More,” you sigh, practically his humping cock, “please Sero. I ahhh~ I need more!”

Sero growls and it sends you body spinning with lust and agony. He pushes you back down and forces himself to his hilt, making you cry out in sheer ecstasy. He presses his hand against your belly, pulls out and pushes back in with the same extremity. “More?” He growls in a sort of sensually dark tone that floods your body and shakes you to your core. “You want more, babe? I’ll give the princess anything she wants!”

“Fuuuck!” You cry, filling the room with pathetic moans as Sero drills into you with such indignant fury that it nearly makes your eyes go black. Your body grows wet with perspiration and lust, Sero pushing into you with pools of his own sweat meshing with yours.

He silences your pathetic moaning with a violent kiss, biting down on your bottom lip while he greedily paws at your breasts. Then, he stills completely, pulling back, fanning your face while he pants, “ho ho ho, amiright?”

“PFFFFT NOOO!!” Your belly clenches as the two of you bust out laughing, until Sero eyes completely glaze over.

“Ohhhh fuck,” he groans. “Keep laughing, that feels so—ohhhhh fuck!”

Something completely takes him over and you laughter turns to screams of delight when he starts completely pulverizing you with such an intense, bruising velocity that you could see your soul escape your mouth. He slams into you, lifting your leg over his head, keeping his quick and relentless pace until you feel his cock begin to throb.

“You’re. Just. So. Fucking. Hot!” he says through gritted teeth. His fingers quickly dance around your clit, rubbing at your pleasure until you feel yourself coil and your cunt flutters around his girth. “God, I can feel it. You’re close. Fuck! Babe, you need to cum. Princess, please, I can’t-!”

“I’m ~nggg~ so close!!”

Sero kisses you, shoving his tongue against yours, urgently needing to taste you. His dick twitches within you, his fingers desperately trying to get you to keep up. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck. Your coil breaks. You clench around him and allow waves of pleasure to burst through you as he rams into you with rigorous intent. You cling on to him, crying out about how good he feels, how you can’t stand not having him fill you up, how you want to feel his everything deep, deep inside of you.

Sero grunts and ruts into you. Warmth floods your core as thick ropes of cum line your hungry walls. There’s so much and it doesn’t seem to stop coming as he slows his grooving, kissing your forehead while his orgasm chases yours. You breathe in sync with one another, staring each other in the eyes, unsure of what to say, what to do, before he finally pulls out and let’s you leak onto the cushions.

“Oh, whoops,” he says, inspecting the mess. “Lemme just— warm towel…”

He hops up, but you grab him by the wrist and pull him down into a kiss. He grins against you and you feel yourself growing jubilant with everything that just happened.

“You’re incredible,” you say, holding him there for a moment before letting him back up.

“No, you.”

“Pfft!”

“I mean it!” He brings his hands up in mock defense. “You have no idea! You have no idea! I just-! Lemme get a towel and then I’ll shower you with praise!”

Sero is gone and back in a flash, warmed wet towel in hand. He takes his time wiping the sweat off your body, making sure to talk uncharacteristically sweet to you while he takes care. He wraps you in the blanket that hath forsaken him and cleans the white mess on the cushion before joining you under said blanket. His body is warmer than the blanket and you love it.

“Sooo… the movie. Movie night with my girlfriend!”

“Ha! That’s right! This is one of my favorite movies so you better pay attention! No distractions!”

“Mhmmm,” he hums half-heartedly. “No distractions.”

But even while the movie plays, your warm bodies are pressed right up against each other. There’s definitely going to be more distractions. The two of you have been waiting for this for too long, and Sero has to prove that he’s not just alright, and he certainly wants to learn all about your secret Christmas kink.

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Ain’t Sayin’ She’s a Gold Digger: Part 1

Pairings: Sugar Daddy!Negan x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: Sugar baby relationship, swearing

Word Count: 2,298

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Livid didn’t even begin to describe your mood as you walked out of the upscale bar you worked at for the past three years until 30 seconds prior. And the reason you were fired was absolute bullshit. You had been called in on your day off to cover someones shift, only to be told that it was your shift that you were a no call no show for, that was scheduled last minute, and that you weren’t told about by the manager that had scheduled you, who had been out to get you since your very first shift. You growled and headed toward the subway as you pulled out your cell to call your best friend slash landlord slash roommate to vent. 

“Dana Gold, can…”

“That fucking bitch fired me!” You interrupted with a screech. “How the fuck is she gunna call me in on my day off and tell me she fucking scheduled me…”

“(Y/N)!” She said a little loudly, making you stop your rant before you even got into it. “Can I call you back? I’m with a client, and you are on speaker.”

“Oh, shit.” You gasped as you stopped at the corner to wait for the light to change. “Sorry.”

“I’ll call you back.” She repeated before she simply hung up the phone on you. You shook your head and crossed the road with the other busy, impatient New Yorkers and wide eyed, lost tourists, and headed down the stairs to the subway. You got in a short line behind a woman with an Hermes bag you envied that was worth at least five times your rent, when your phone started ringing in your hand.

“Well that was quick.” You said as you pulled out your metro card.

“Come down to my office.” Dana nearly demanded just as you swiped your card for the train headed up toward the Upper West Side. “Let’s… have lunch.”

“You really had to decide that shit after I swipe my metro card, brat?” You asked as you turned away from the platform and headed toward the exit since her office was only a few blocks away from your old job.

“I’ll pay you for the swipe.” She dismissed. “Just get here, I’m hungry.”

“Bitch, I’m coming.” You laughed as you headed up the stairs and hung up your phone. You moved a little quicker through the throngs of people, briefly wondering why you were still living in New York like you did everyday. It was a one hundred and eighty degree difference from your small home towns, and it had once offered you so much promise in life, but it also chewed you up and spit you out like it did most people who had dreams of grandeur. But you had learned that that was the nature of the beast that was New York City. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. (Y/L/N).” Jackie, Dana’s assistant said with a smile as you stepped out of the elevator in front of her desk in the decent sized, and adorably decorated office in Midtown. “Ms. Gold said to send you right in.”

“Thanks Jackie.” You said with a smile as you grabbed a Hershey’s kiss out of the heart shaped bowl on your way past. “Yo, can I sue this bitch?” You asked as you walked through Dana’s office door, only to stop the slightest bit when you saw an older gentleman in one of the two chairs in front of her desk. “Oh. Wait, Jackie said to come in…?”

“Have a seat, (Y/N).” Your friend said with a smile as she gestured to the other chair.

“I take it we’re not doing lunch.” You breathed as you loosened the white tie of your otherwise all black uniform.

“This is Mr. Morgan.” She continued with a smile as she gestured to the man sitting beside you. “He’s come in a few times the past couple weeks to look for someone to accompany him on a cruise overseas next week for two weeks or so. But none of my girls have been up to his standards…”

“I’m looking for someone that can hold a polite conversation, and who can be a respectable in formal settings.” He chimed in as he searched your eyes. “But isn’t afraid to speak their mind at the same time. Most of the girls I’ve met though Dana are all…”

“Boring.” You finished for him with a smirk as you crossed your legs and sat back in your chair. “Conceited, self involved, gold diggers that will say anything they think you want them to so that they can keep themselves in your good graces, and occasionally suck your dick so you open your bank account as far as possible.” Mr. Morgan smirked and looked over at Dana with a small nod.

“I like her.”

“She’s a real peach alright.” 

“I try.” You said with a shrug.

“Dana says you’ve never been a Sugar Baby before?”

“Never had an interest to.” You told him with a shrug as he finally sat back in his seat, and let himself get comfortable. “I mean don’t get me wrong, if this is your cup of tea, then power to you. I hope you have fun with whomever you pick. But I don’t think I have the temperament to be one.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I managed to get myself thrown out of fucking Juilliard.” You laughed with a shake of your head. “For… well I was technically drinking underage in Central Park on the weekend with some people I worked with at a catering gig I had at the time and almost got busted by the cops for being way to fucking drunk in public. But the asshole didn’t know I ran track in high school so I got away before I could get arrested. But my roommate ratted me out, so I broke her lucky violin bow before her showcase because she was a bitch, and cussed out the disciplinary committee for being mentally incapable of understanding that at twenty years old, I have the God given right to party like a mother fucking rockstar. ”

“I’ll take her.”

“Oh, I’m for sale now.” You teased as he pulled out his wallet from his inside jacket pocket.

“I’m offering an all expenses paid two week long cruise to England, Scotland, and Ireland, and possibly a continuation of the trip overseas after that, depending on how we get along and how my business venture goes plus five thousand dollars cash per week you are with me. After that, we can reconvene and discuss something long term…”

“Wait, you’re actually serious right now?” You asked as you looked at the actual metal credit card he was holding out for you. “You wanna hire me, someone you don’t even know, to go with you for two weeks, possibly more in a foreign country.”

“I want to gift you two weeks in Europe, yes.” He said with a nod, which made you reach out and take his credit card so he wasn’t holding it out anymore.

“Mr. Morgan…”

“It’s Jeffrey.” He interrupted as he put his wallet back and sat back in his chair. “Or Jeff. I’m not picky. And I’ve gotten enough information from Ms. Gold to know that you will be a breath of fresh air that I need in my life right now. I also trust her enough through years of working with her that I know she won’t steer me the wrong way. Her girls are great for dates when I’m bored. But you are someone that I think would be much more entertaining to be around for two weeks.”

“OK.” You said as you looked over at Dana, who had been trying to get you to join her ranks for years because you weren’t a typical Sugar Baby. “Are you sure about this?” You asked once more as you looked at Jeff again.

“I wouldn’t still be sitting here still if I wasn’t.” With a small nod, you sighed and looked at the credit card in your hand.

“Alright. So what’s this for?”

“A new wardrobe and the necessary luggage.” He said as he pulled out his sunglasses and stood up to leave. “Prepare for a month at least. Salon, jewelry, manicure, pedicure, lingerie, makeup… There’s no spending limit on that card…”

“I’ll go with her personally.” Dana said with a smile as she got to her feet and walked around her desk to shake Jeff’s hand. “And I’ll get her personal information to your assistant by end of day today so she can arrange transport and the fine tuning details, Mr. Morgan.”

“Ms. Gold.” He said back with a slight bow of his head. “Pleasure as always. And I look forward to spending time with you, (Y/N).”

“You’re not alone there, darlin.”

——

“OK, how is this even real?” You asked as you stood with your back to Dana so she could zip up the hundredth dress you had tried on that day. 

“Are you even listening to me?” She laughed as she did the tiny snap at the top and took a step back.

“Yes, be on my best behavior. I get it.” You said as you looked at the fitted, knee length, mermaid style, purple floral Dolce and Gabbana dress in the mirror. “Shit, this thing could pay my rent for three months and then some.”

“I know.” She laughed as she looked at the dress that looked absolutely perfect on you and nodded her head. “But you need to keep your feet on the ground for me here.”

“OK, feet are on the ground.” You sighed as you turned away from the mirror to look at her. “So you were saying… his wife left?”

“Yes, his wife left him for a younger man about five or six years ago.” You nodded your head and turned around to point at the zipper as she continued to tell you her client’s back story, and continue to teach you how to be a proper sugar baby. “So he’s looking for complete and total honesty and exclusivity. Which is a general consensus in the business. But the difference with Mr. Morgan is he’s…” She looked up at you in the mirror as you stepped out of that dress and into a floor length jungle print dress that you had fallen in love with in Vogue and just had to try on. “OK, I’m just gunna say it. He’s looking to find someone to date without dating them.”

“OK, what does that even mean?”

“It means that he’s looking for someone to spend the rest of his life with.” She sighed as she turned you around to face her. “He’s wanted me to find someone that he can get along with, that he eventually wants to put up in a place, and be with most nights out of the week. But there’s a catch…”

“Ooook…” You said nervously as you started to nervously fidget with the material of the dress.

“Mr. Morgan owns the Norwegian, the Oceania, and the Regent Seven Seas cruise lines, and a large handful of hotels around the world. He’s constantly traveling, which is why he came to me to find companionship. It started as just dates but the last few months, it’s been turning more toward long term. He wants someone permanent…”

“Ok, wait, Dana.” You said as you started to catch up to what she was saying. “Wait, hold on.”

“I know.”

“Dana… wait, are you like kicking me out? Hold on, wait I’m so confused.”

“OK, no. It’s not like that.” She said as she took a step toward you and gently grabbed your wrists. “Look, I love you with all my heart. I love being your best friend, and I love having you as my roommate. I’m not mad at you and I’m not trying to break our friendship up. But I am trying to tell you you need to get out there and enjoy life. Because we both know you complain all the damn time about being lonely and not getting to do anything fun because your always so broke. Sweetie, you can’t go living life playing piano at piano bars for tips for the rest of your life, and working at the God awful bar that I am actually grateful you got fired from. And I’ve had you on my mind for months every time Jeffrey came in because every time he’s described his perfect date, it’s always been like he was describing you.”

“Which is why you’ve been bringing up me being a Sugar Baby more often than you normally do.” She nodded her head and smiled softly as she reached up and shifted the shoulder strap the slightest bit.

“And that’s why today was perfectly timed. I know you’ll like him as a person.” She wrapped up as she searched your eyes. “And I know that out of everyone I know that I could set him up with, you would appreciate him as a person, and not just as a Sugar Daddy. And I think both of you deserve that.” You sighed loudly which turned into a groan as you looked up at the ceiling in your dressing room.

“I hate you.” You grumbled with a smile as you looked down your nose at her. “And you better not put your nasty ass quinoa salad on my fridge shelf when I’m gone.”

“Listen here, it’s my damn apartment.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” You barked through a laugh as you took off the jungle animal print dress and added it to the ‘yes’ pile so you could get dressed to go to the next store. “I pay good money for that shelf.”

“And I pay good money for that quinoa.”

Part 2

[dweetwise]

yes hello i am back on my bullshit again, presenting you yet another felix x ace! (also i’m taking the creative liberty to call the ship riconti because it sounds like a cheese or something and i found it funny) anyways, this one is just me thirsting over the oktoberfest skin through ace, ft. some suggestive language but no nsfw!

word count: 2781

Felix X Ace: Clothes make the man

The whole thing starts as an offhand comment.

"—I mean, it's clearly tailored. He pulls it off,” Ace is telling Meg, who has been complaining about Felix's stuffy suit and even stuffier attitude for five minutes straight. “But it's so impractical!” the girl argues. “Wasn't he on some kind of field trip when he was taken? What kind of guy wears a suit to that?” “I don't know, but I'm not going to complain about free eye candy,” Ace smirks, and Meg rolls her eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot rich snobs are your thing. Sucks you can't scam him for his money in here,” Meg snarks. “Excuse me for having taste,” Ace shoots back. “I wish I had a suit like that. Do you think it's Gucci?” “Burberry,” an increasingly familiar voice answers from behind him and Meg whips her head around to look at its owner, eyes wide in shock at having been caught gossiping. Meanwhile Ace, liking to think he has more self-control, schools his face into a pleasant smile and slowly turns around to face Felix. “Would have been my next guess,” Ace says, trying not to let it show that he's mentally slapping himself for essentially thirsting over Felix when the other was within earshot. “I like the cut. You've got good taste.”

He’s feebly trying to save some of his wounded ego, but probably ends up laying it on too thick. Felix fidgets a little, maybe not used to getting compliments, before he seems to catch himself. He meets Ace's eyes and the hint of a smirk tugs on his lip.

“Wish I could say the same,” Felix says, pointedly looking at Ace's flamingo sweater, before turning around and walking away and leaving Ace to gape at the unexpected sass from the normally serious man. “I take it back, I like him!” Meg snickers beside him.

The Entity seems to share Ace's enthusiasm for Felix's fashion sense, and only a few trials in Felix is already in a different suit, this one a grey plaid.

“Hmm…” Ace pretends to mull over when they're working on a generator together. “Did you see something?” Felix asks, hurriedly glancing over the top of the machine to try, in vain, to spot the killer. “I think the navy blue suits you better,” Ace smirks at his own pun. “Though the plaid certainly makes a statement. Shame that statement is ‘I'm a grandpa at thirty years old’.” “You know, in my job, gold is really only used for trims. Any more than that is just tacky," Felix deadpans, not even sparing a glance at Ace's obnoxiously golden silk outfit. “And it's thirty-eight.”

Ace doesn't bother suppressing his grin over the fact that Felix seems happy to go along with his silly banter.

It becomes sort of an inside joke between them, and when Felix shows up to the campfire in a porn stache and driving gloves, Ace chokes on a laugh.

“I’m sorry, is this an 80's theme party?” Ace jokes. “Careful you don't end up on a propaganda poster with a stache like that.” “Why are you wearing an eye patch?” Felix immediately shoots back. “Is this the 16th century? Should we break out the rum and set sail?”

Ace hears Quentin snort beside him.

“It's a pilot outfit,” Ace argues, pulling his jacket with the pin-up print tighter against himself defensively. “No, mine is a pilot outfit,” Felix deadpans, and Ace can't really argue, not when the other is wearing a bomber jacket and pilot glasses and leather gloves. “Yours is a blind truck driver.”

Bill coughs out something akin to a laugh on the other side of camp and Ace bites his lip to stop himself from doing the same.

“Can I borrow the shades some time?” Ace forfeits the argument, and Felix smiles just the tiniest bit. “Sure.”

And Felix actually follows through with the promise, switching sunglasses with him when Ace later complains his own don’t go with his outfit. It’s a pretty cute gesture, like they were close friends or even a couple, and when Felix snorts and tells him he looks ridiculous it just serves to make Ace smile brighter.

It’s not like the exchange or the ones before it mean anything, it’s just harmless joking with the occasional flirt. Ace still thinks Felix is attractive, but he doesn’t have any illusions that the man would be into him like that, with what having a girlfriend and unborn baby back home, not to mention Ace having a good ten years on him in age. Still, he appreciates that Felix goes along with his cheeky comments, at least not grossed out by or taking offense to Ace’s flirting.

He only gets to keep the shades for one trial, because the Entity has blessed Felix with another outfit for Ace to offer his unsolicited opinion on.

“Oh my god,” Ace comments when he spots the horrendous, grease-streaked mop in place of Felix’s normally expertly styled hair. “Are you a closet hipster? Is an avocado smoothie going to fall out of the hat?” he quips, eyeing the fedora that is, in Ace’s humble opinion, vastly inferior to all of his own hats. “I needed a disguise to lay low for a while, and what better way to hide in plain sight in a big city?” Felix defends his unkempt hair and dirty t-shirt. “What’s your excuse?” he shoots back.

Ace glances down at his generously open shirt—gold again, just to annoy Felix—and tacky sequin pants.

“Vegas, baby,” Ace grins. “If you’d ever been, you’d know.” “I’ve never been happier to say I haven’t,” Felix chuckles. “I don’t think I could handle more of… whatever this is,” he says, gesturing to Ace’s outfit. “When we get out of here, I’m definitely taking you,” Ace quips. “I just want to see you cry over all the flashy satin and fake gold.”

Felix doesn’t roll his eyes or make a sarcastic comment like Ace expects. Instead, he stares blankly in confusion for a few seconds, before his expression settles into a smile Ace can’t quite place.

“Alright,” Felix simply says, and combined with the soft smile it’s enough to make Ace nervously look around camp for a distraction. “Hey, Kate!” he hollers, spotting the songstress braiding Meg’s hair. “You got a hairband for our friend and his questionable hair style over there?”

He ends up regretting the question as soon as Kate insists on braiding Felix’s hair and the normally standoffish man, somehow, goes along with it. He can’t believe he’s jealous for someone getting to touch the grimy, unkempt strands, and it sure as hell doesn’t help that Felix seems to like it. Kate looks thrilled to get to spend some quality time with the man, chatting about this and that and taking way longer than necessary to make the hairstyle, and Ace ends up walking away and pestering Dwight to play some cards with him so he can at least win at something.

His win streak over the poor boy is interrupted when Felix later sits down with them, gesturing for Ace to deal him in, and Ace can’t quite hide his pleased grin that Felix would rather spend time with him than the beautiful girl who just played with his hair for half an hour.

“Better?” Felix asks him, turning his head to display the most pathetic French braid Ace has ever seen, ending in a ponytail that’s barely an inch in length. “Much better,” Ace says, definitely referring to the company and not the state of his hair, and even the normally diplomatic Dwight gives him a weird glance over his cards after taking in Kate’s handiwork.

Only a few trials after the incident, Ace has the pleasure of spawning together with Felix in one of the Yamaoka maps. When he sees a horrendous checkered pattern from the corner of his eye, he knows he’s in for a treat.

He quickly turns to face the man, nearly tripping over some shrubbery as the Entity decided to place him in some inconvenient bamboo. He meets Felix's eye, opening his mouth to start a snarky comment, when his thoughts come to a complete halt upon seeing the entirety of the outfit.

“Well? Get it over with,” Felix demands, crossing his arms self-consciously and—lord have mercy—blushing a little.

Ace's brain is reduced to white noise in the equivalent of ‘hhhHhhHHhh’ while he just stands there, feet still in the stupid bamboo, and stares.

Felix's hair is now an impeccable undercut, a few loose strands framing his features beautifully, and the perfectly trimmed stubble adds a rugged charm to his handsome face. The vest is stylish, a navy blue similar to the suit Ace likes, and the checkered shirt shouldn't work with it but it does, and there's even a matching handkerchief in his breast pocket. Ace's horny brain immediately goes to hanky code and shut up brain it's in the wrong pocket—

Ace mentally shakes his head and looks at Felix's pants instead. And that was a bad idea, because he’s wearing fucking. Leather. Pants.

Again, it should look ridiculous, but Ace feels himself start salivating at the idea of them hugging Felix's ass—ugh, focus!

The pants have small ribbons on the sides and the entire ensemble is so goddamn adorable and sexy that he can't even deal. And Ace has seen a lot of handsome men during his life, mostly in the mirror, but right now, Felix takes the cake.

Felix's attitude shifts from embarrassed to curious when Ace isn't immediately opening his big mouth like usual.

“If this is how all Germans dress, it’s a tragedy I’ve never been,” Ace flirts, his dick having taken over his brain and his mouth running on autopilot.

Instead of insulting Ace's panama hat and favorite pink shirt, Felix clears his throat and averts his eyes.

“You don't look too bad yourself,” Felix mutters, cheeks heating up again as he twiddles with the cuff of his shirt.

Ace idly wonders if the bamboo bush is big enough for them to make out in without being spotted—brain, focus! The guy is just being polite, no need to jump his bones!

They've got the usual back-and-forth out of the way, but Felix still isn't moving to start the trial, regarding Ace warily and fidgeting, and he's just so fucking hot—ugh, he needs to say something, doesn't he?

“God, the things I'd let you do to me," Ace thinks while he says ‘We should find a generator’ because he's not going to creep Felix out any further—

Felix chokes on nothing and his face flushes bright red, and Ace belatedly realizes his brain got its wires crossed and he definitely said the first bit out loud. Shit, that was definitely out of line, and if Felix hasn’t been offended before he sure as hell should be now.

There’s a screech from his left and Ace has never been so glad to take a bonesaw to the shoulder as when the Nurse teleports next to him and interrupts their awkward conversation, Ace finally running out of the goddamn shrubbery while clutching his injured shoulder. Strangely enough, the Nurse doesn’t follow him as he runs up to the temple, and soon after he hears Felix yelp instead, the killer chasing him around the shack.

Damn, now he somehow needs to make it up to Felix both to apologize for his foot-in-mouth syndrome and for him taking the Nurse off Ace’s back.

Unfortunately for them, the Nurse isn't playing around this match, and when she returns to tunnel Felix right off the hook, Ace barely even gets the chance to yell out a “Move!” and throw himself in the way of the attack, much less talk to him about what happened earlier.

Soon Ace is walking back into camp, the second to last to have been sacrificed, only Claudette remaining in the trial and trying to find the hatch. He's already prepared an apology, and hopefully he'll be able to joke it off and Felix won't be weirded out by him. Well, at least not more than usual.

But then he spots Felix talking to Dwight by the edge of the camp, and Dwight freezes mid-conversation upon seeing Ace, before his face twists into a—smirk? Since when has Dwight smirked?—and he says something to Felix before taking off, walking over to where Steve and Ash look to be engaged in a game of tic-tac-toe.

Ace doesn't even have time to ponder why Dwight suddenly seems like he knows way too much, because Felix is approaching him and he knows this is a make or break it situation.

“Dwight seemed awfully smug, huh?” Ace jokes to buy himself some time after his carefully crafted apology flies out the window when he sees Felix’s serious expression. “We need to talk,” Felix says, looking and sounding every bit the stern businessman Meg thinks he is. “Yeah, alright,” Ace agrees and tries not to deflate too much upon essentially being shut down before he can even try to make things right.

As he follows Felix out into the woods away from prying eyes, he considers whether it's even worth apologizing if their friendship is done with anyway. He just hopes this won't cause unnecessary drama within the group, the others sure as hell don’t need to get involved.

His train of thought is interrupted when he's suddenly pushed against a tree, letting out a startled yelp that he’ll later vehemently deny. Shit, is Felix going to beat him up?

An arm wrapping around his hip is finally enough to pull Ace out of his racing thoughts, and when he looks up at the man he finally realizes that Felix is definitely not upset with him, and his eyebrows shoot up into his hairline upon seeing the clear bedroom eyes thrown his way.

“Is this not okay?” Felix asks, his dark gaze faltering from insecurity. “Naw, baby, just took me by surprise,” Ace practically purrs, a lazy grin spreading over his face as the familiar confidence returns, his hands running over Felix's shoulders appreciatively. “I thought you were upset with me from before, not that you'd take me up on the offer.” “Well, I—” Felix starts, clearing his throat self-consciously. “I've wanted this for quite some time, and Dwight said you probably wouldn't be opposed, so…”

That's what they were talking about? And Dwight convinced Felix that Ace is down to fuck? Shit, he needs to get the kid a fruit basket or something to thank him.

“He's definitely not wrong,” Ace says, trying for a seductive look but probably ends up leering stupidly from the anticipation instead. But apparently it gets the job done, because Felix pulls him tighter against him and leans in for a kiss.

And okay, wow, apparently he wasn't lying about really wanting this, because there's an urgency in the way he practically devours Ace's mouth, letting out an appreciative groan when Ace parts his lips and encourages him to deepen the kiss.

So maybe he should be worried about Felix's girlfriend or his sudden interest in men or whether he's looking for more than a casual fuck. But Ace has never been good at thinking certain things through and he's not about to start now, not when he has a breathless and flushed Felix pulling away from the kiss and looking at him with lust-blown eyes.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Felix breathes, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile. “You really should have just asked,” Ace smirks, a little amazed that he managed to miss all the signs, because there’s nothing subtle about the way Felix looks at him now. “I was working up to it,” Felix argues. “But then you started practically eye fucking me—” “I was looking respectfully,” Ace corrects, causing Felix to snort. “You stood in a bush and drooled, and then propositioned me,” Felix points out. “Yeah, and you liked it so much you blushed like a virgin and started flirting and took the killer off of me—which, thanks for that, by the way—” Ace starts. “You're welcome.” “—and… why did I think you were mad at me again?” Ace realizes. “No idea. I thought it was pretty obvious why I dragged you here to ‘talk’,” Felix emphasizes, gaze roaming appreciatively over his body. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Ace encourages, flashing his signature smirk in challenge.

And Ace learns that no matter how much he likes Felix's outfit, getting to help Felix out of it is even better.

[starryseung]

Ivyyyyyy babbbyyy, can i please request a changbin scenario where yn and changbin are at a club and things get heated until your ex steps in ti protect you and it turns into a fight ahhhhhh ♡♡♡

seo changbin + suggestive

word count: 1.3k words

[00:39]

You were buzzed.

Not only from drinking electric drinks all night, but also from drowning under the looks of a stranger not too far away from you. He had his hands perched up on the wooden bar table, and he talked casually to his companion and the bartender as if he was a regular here. His friend leans over to whisper something in his ear, drunkenly pointing over in your direction and after a while of searching, your eyes finally meet his for the first time that night.

He smirks and sends a wink your way, and you nervously bite your lip and look away, breaking the eye contact. He turns back to his friends and cocks his head your way, signing himself out of the conversation. You glance back at him, only to find him missing. You search around for him, and find him bustling through the large sweaty crowd.

He walks over to you, the playful smirk not leaving his lips. You feel his hot presence next to you and you spare him a sultry look, before placing back your drink on the table with a soft thud under the booming music of the bar. He rests his elbow on the high table, taking in your figure with his hungry eyes, before asking,

“Like a dance?”

“I’d love to.”

And soon enough you and the complete stranger move over to the dance floor, swaying your hips side to side as he holds you. He takes things slow, moving his hands up to your waist and holding onto them as he himself dances to the funky beat. He spins you around and makes you face him, muscular arms never leaving your hips. You chuckle softly when he pulls you closer to him, his hot breath dancing on your lips. You smile when you feel him lean in, finally closing the gap between you two.

His lips move on yours in sync. It’s passionate and full of lust, similar to how one of his hands moves against the small of your back, the other at the junction of your shoulders. You smile into the kiss when you feel his hand run lower, resting on the flesh of your butt. He breaks the heated kiss to move the two of you to a relatively isolated part of the club, where people were less, but the stench of the alcohol was stronger. You grin when you reach your destination, pulling him back for a deeper kiss. 

You couldn’t stop yourself. Either it was the alcohol acting up, or the addicting feeling of his plump lips on yours, but you definitely didn’t mind since this was probably going to end up being more than a one night stand. His hand resumes squeezing your butt, small whimpers erupting you occasionally. A small thud, and your back is against the wall of the club, Changbin touching you up and down in all the right places. 

He grinds his hips against yours, dropping his head at your shoulders while biting and sucking at the soft skin. You throw your head back, whines and groans leaving your mouth endlessly. You couldn’t stop yourself, and you could feel yourself losing it due to the overwhelmingly slow pace this unknown man was using to go down on you.

You tug on his hair and lift your chest up in his face, whining louder this time to make your request be heard— though it didn’t make a difference due to the blasting music. He groans and bucks his hips into yours, and just when you feel him dropping his fingers inside your short skirt, he pulls away from you. Or more like he was forcefully pulled away from you by the one man you never expected to meet in a million years.

“Sungjoon? What are you doing here!—”

“You… You asshole! How dare… you! You touch my, my girlfriend!”

Changbin looks at you flabbergasted. None of this made sense to him. He didn’t care that this drunk man just called him an asshole. Why were you at a club— alone —making out with someone when you already had a boyfriend!

“I’m not your girlfriend Sungjoon, we broke up a year ago! Stop being pathetic and latching onto me like this!”

Changbin catches up on the situation, realizing what was unfolding ahead of him. And thus, being a gentleman beneath all his horny self, he comes up to protect you.

“I’m sorry sir, I think there’s a misunderstanding? She broke up with you, so she isn’t your girlfriend anymo—”

“You… dick! How dare you… you say that! Y/n ple…please, come back to… come back to me. Everyday is a… everyday is hell without you. You’re mine! And I will… And I will prove it!”

Your drunk ex fumes, crocodile tears threatening to fall from his sockets. To your horror, he grabs your hand, pulling you towards himself. Your eyes go wide, shocked at the audacity and shamelessness of this man in front of you. You turn around to call Changbin, but hear a shriek from Sungjoon. Blood runs down your ex’s nose, and a few patches stick onto Changbin’s knuckles. 

“I told you to fucking leave the lady, and so you listen to me. Don’t mess with me or her.” 

Sungjoon gets up, cleaning his bloody nose with the back of his hand. He doesn’t stop his attempts, still trying to take you back.

“You motherfucker! You think punching me… makes you more… more of a man? I’m gonna show you… I’m gonna show you who the real man is!”

Sungjoon throws a punch against his opponent, who easily dodges it. He grabs a hold of his arm and pushes it back, making Sungjoon weak easily due to his subconscious state of mind, and he flunks back down on the ground, incoherently mumbling profanities and your name as he breathes harshly. He gets up, fumbling on his feet and Changbin scoffs. 

“You don’t learn from your mistakes, do you?”

Changbin storms forward to hold up his weakling of an opponent against the wall he had you propped up against mere minutes ago. He grabs him by the collar and riles him up against the concrete, fumes rising from his head. He leaves one hand to throw a punch across his cheeks, but Sungjoon, for once, reflexes rather quickly and brings up his knee to the shorter man’s chest. 

Changbin stumbles back, but his anger rises. He couldn’t believe his eyes, that this stupid drunk dickhead had the guts to kick him. 

“You fucking a—”

Changbin’s movements are stopped by his friends he had been sitting with earlier. He grunts and tries to break free from his friend’s restraints, flailing around helplessly. The guards rush towards the small gathering, pulling Changbin apart from him. They kick all three of you out of the place, and Sungjoon hopelessly sits back down on the pavement resting his head against the brick wall, as you and Changbin walk away. 

“I’m so sorry you had to go through tha— oh my god!” You gasp when you take account of the small gash of blood on Changbin’s temples. He looks at you confused before trying to figure out what shocked you, touching up his face cautiously. He hisses when his fingers come in contact with the cut, immediately retracting his hand away from it. He stiffens his shoulders and goes back to walking, realizing he would fix it after going home.

“So, y/n, huh? I’m Changbin by the way.” 

“Oh! My cousin’s name is Changbin too! He’s more on the asshole side though.” You laugh along with his chuckles. Once you two reach your doorstep, you realize you should fix his cut, since it was the least you could do. 

“Could you please come over at my place? I’ll clean up your wound. I really feel bad for our first meeting…” you query. Changbin cocks his eyebrow, evil smirk dancing on his lips.

“Are you sure you’re only gonna clean up my wound? We can do more, you know.”

—

a/n: welcome to the first fic that I’ve ever written in one sitting with zero distractions.

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

More Than Just A Quirk - ShindoDeku

A/N: Back with some smutttttt lmao, my first M/M nsfw fic actually! This fic was inspired by a ShindoDeku nsfw fanart by @ spacenipnops on twitter! The link to her artwork is here . Please take a look at her lovely work. This is my interpretation of her piece. Also, Midoriya and Shindo are over 18! If you want to read it on my ao3 account, click here.

~ NSFW Tags: Quirk Play, Oral, Fingering, Body Praise, Aftercare, Bisexual Shindo & Deku, Dom Shindo & Sub Deku

~

There were a lot of things Midoriya tried in his life. Things like a new video game or a new ice cream flavor, but one thing he never tried was was having sex with a guy. He wasn't a virgin, since he's had a girlfriend in the past and had sex with her but with a guy? No, that was completely out his zone. He didn't even know he liked guys until he caught a look at some guy Kirishima was having a quick chat with. From what he heard later on from Kiri was that his name was Shindo Yo, a recent graduate from a different school and now a pro hero, who was only a year older than he was. From afar, he noticed his dark colored hair which was similar to Midoriya’s style and the way his chest and abs were exposed due to his green and black hero costume. His smile was also something he took note of, especially when he gave Midoriya a smirk when he caught him looking at him. Turning away, Midoriya was having a hard time processing in his mind what he was feeling. He's seen guys shirtless, hell, Kirishima was shirtless all the time in his pro hero outfit, but no. Something about Shindo was different. Shindo made him hard. Days went by after that encounter and Midoriya tried to push the thought of him away, yet it wouldn't. He wanted him. He didn't know how exactly that would happen, especially since he wasn't sure of his feelings and didn't think he would see him again but fate had set in that day when Midoriya caught him talking to another one of his friends again while on patrol. Shindo caught a glimpse of him in return and approached him afterwards which made Midoriya panic internally. Turned out though he wanted the same thing Midoriya did.

"Hey, you're that kid I saw last time while I was talking to your friend Kirishima. 3rd year right? What's your name?"

"Midoriya Izuku, and yeah it's my 3rd year ", Midoriya responded a little nervously.

"Midoriya Izuku, huh? Almost done with UA then", Shindo replied. The way his name rolled off his tongue made Midoriya practically melt right there.

"Well, since I've caught you staring at me more than once, I'll tell you what. Let's meet up at my place this weekend since it's my only time off. Give me your phone number and I'll text you the address".

Not believing how straight forward Shindo was, his eyes widened and he almost froze where he stood but his mind was able to process his phone number as he gave it to Shindo.

"See you there," Shindo said to him as he got close to his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Without another word, he walked away, leaving Midoriya right there.

~

It was now the weekend, and here Midoriya was waiting in front of Shindo's door. He wasn't fully hard but the idea of what was to come made himself feel a little stiff in his boxers. He knocked, only having to wait a few seconds before he was greeted by a smiling Shindo at the door.

"Midoriya, you made it! Come in", he said, allowing him to enter his place. It was pretty organized for the most part and he had the place to himself. Since it was the evening and the night would be there soon, the place was dimly lit with what natural light was left before it was gone. Midoriya removed his shoes before he walked further in.

"Want a drink?" Shindo asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. His eyes motioned towards the kitchen where he saw Shindo holding up a soda can in his hand.

"No thanks", Midoriya replied.

"Suit yourself then. You can wait for me in my room. It's down the hall to the right".

Giving the ok to go, Midoriya slowly walked down the hallway and found Shindo's room. The main light was off but the lamp at his desk was the only light source lighting up the room for the moment. The bed was neatly made and the room was cleaned up as well. Midoriya liked that.

He sat down on the chair Shindo had by his desk, not wanting to be intrusive by sitting on his bed. He waited for Shindo, feeling his heart racing and his hands slightly sweaty from the nerves. This was it. He had plenty of time to think about if he really wanted to do this and was pretty okay with it during the week but actually being here felt different. It wasn't a fight or flight moment but just butterflies in his stomach. His mind went on to wonder what Shindo would do to him, if he would suck him off or if Midoriya would have to please him first. Would he enjoy it, or would he regret it? That he did not know.

Shindo walked into the room a few minutes later, spotting Midoriya on the chair. He walked in front of him and greeted him again.

"Hey sorry man, I was just cleaning up something in the kitchen."

"It's fine", Midoriya replied. Seeing Shindo's bangs hang over his forehead being dimly litt by the lamp on his desk gave him a slight shadow to his face, something that seemed oddly hot to him. He was wearing a white t-shirt that had purple colored short sleeves and black sweats with white stripes on the sides.. He felt his cock twitch a bit, hoping that Shindo didn't notice but of course he did.

"Heh, you're that excited for me already? You just got here", Shindo jokingly said, shooting Midoriya a smirk as he looked at his dick print and then at his eyes. Midoriya, feeling slightly embarrassed, attempted to hide it with his yellow sweater. This only made Shindo laugh.

"Hey man, no need to hide it. If you're hard you're hard", he said as he crouched down in front of him, being eye level with his print.

Midoriya's breath hitched at the sight, his face turning bright pink at the realization that Shindo was probably going to be the one to please him first. He slowly let go of his hoodie, leaving his print to be exposed through his pants.

"So, you're ready for this?" Shindo asked him as he placed his hands on Midoriya's thighs.

Midoriya took a deep breath and swallowed thickly and nodded yes. Just as Shindo placed his hands on the sides of his pants to pull them down, Midoriya stopped him.

"Wait", he said quickly, motioning his hands to stop Shindo from pulling his pants down. Taken a little aback, Shindo let go, placing his hands back on Midoriya's thighs.

"What's wrong?" Shindo asked, confused. He was looking at Midoriya's face, searching for worry which is what he found.

"I uh..." Midoriya began. "I've never done this..."

Shindo's eyes met Midoriya's, listening to him express his concern. "Had sex?" he asked.

"N-no I have, just never.... with... y'know..." Midoriya stammered off.

"A guy?", Shindo asked.

"Yeah"... Midoriya said quietly. His head hung low as he messed with the strings of his sweater, saving himself further embarrassment. He was sure that he was ready but cursed at himself internally for stopping him.

"I see.. Well Midoriya, if you don't wanna do this, you don't have to. I won't push you. If you still want to, we'll move at your pace."

Midoriya looked up from his sweater to Shindo's eyes. Shindo gave him a reassuring smile while slowly rubbing his thumb side to side on Midoriya's thigh. He didn't know that Shindo could be this nice and caring. The reassurance was comforting. Maybe he could go through with this. Taking another deep breath, he spoke.

"I'll do it."

Shindo tilted his head slightly to the side. "You sure? I'll only do this if you really want to".

Midoriya smiled a bit. "Yeah I'm sure".

Shindo nodded at him. "Okay then but if you want to stop, you let me know, alright?"

"Okay" Midoriya replied.

~

Shindo was going to pull down Midoriya's pants again but realized that he had gotten soft again. He also realized that if Midoriya had never had sex with a guy, then there was something else he never had done either.

Shindo slowly stood up, his body a little bent towards Midoriya. Midoriya didn't know what made him suddenly change his stance. Was something wrong?

"I take it you've never kissed a guy either, right?"

"No...", Midoriya said lowly, realizing that he hasn't. Having Shindo this close to his face was making his heart race more and he felt his face still hot from blushing but after seeing how reassuring Shindo was towards him, he was sure this time that he wanted him. He wanted to taste him somehow. This was the moment to finally experience how kissing a guy felt.. His eyes stared at his lips, lips barely brushing each other. He waited for Shindo to make the move.

"Come here then" Shindo said as his hand found his way under Midoriya’s undercut and motioned his lips to the other. The kiss was sweet at first, then slowly started to intensify when Midoriya felt Shindo's tongue pass his lips. Their tongues slid into each other's mouth, Midorya tasting what he assumed was some candy Shindo had in his mouth before this. The taste was so good and he could feel his body tingle and get hot as he got hard again. His hand found their way to Shindo's hair as he tugged him closer than he already was, desperate to feel more. The experience was definitely different for him, yet he liked it. A soft moan escaped his lips as they continued to make out, Shindo's free hand sliding down Midoriya's body to stroke his print slightly. After a few seconds more, Shindo pulled back, a string of saliva connecting the two.

Shindo brushed his thumb against his lips to wipe off the saliva. He looked down and noticed Midoriya’s eyes were half lidded and filled with lust. Midoriya would have kept going, had Shindo not pulled away.

"Shit man... you're a pretty good kisser," Shindo said. Midoriya looked down Shindo's body and saw he was hard as well. He could only wonder what his dick looked like underneath.

"You too", Midoriya said, slightly out of breath.

Shindo resumed his position of being crouched down at Midoriya’s legs with one knee touching the floor, ready to pull his pants down. He looked at Midoriya, his eyes questioning if he was sure, to which Midoriya nodded in return.

Pulling his pants down slowly along with his boxers, his cock sprang out which made Shindo grin again. He continued to pull his pants all the way down until they were off and tossed them to the side, leaving only his socks on. His focus went back to Midoriya’s dick, as he grabbed it in his hand to have a closer look. It was of average size with a nice pink tip. He had some hair in his pubic area, which didn't matter too much to him. He liked what he saw anyways.

"So pretty and pink", he said.

Midoriya had his finger on his lip as he bit down on it a bit. Shindo's hand was warm, making his cock twitch again in his hand.

"Spread your legs a bit for me", Shindo instructed, then noticing how many freckles he had on his thighs, to which he found cute. Midoriya listened to him.

Never taking his eyes off of him, Shindo took his place between his legs and lowered his mouth onto Midoriya's cock, his lips closing around the tip. Midoriya gasped at the feeling, since his mouth felt so warm around him. He kept his hand around his mouth softly as if he was holding in his moans and other sounds.

Shindo continued sucking at a slow and steady pace, wanting Midoriya to feel every moment of this fully. He watched for signs of discomfort as a precaution but also looked for signs of pleasure to which he found. Midoriya's eyes closed from time to time and his lower body bucked up, feeling not only pleasure but the need for Shindo to take him in more.

Shindo got the memo and slid his mouth down his length more. He tongue slid up and down his underside, gripping the base of his dick to keep it steady in his mouth. Excess saliva began to build up in his mouth, the sounds of him sucking filling up the room. He could hear little whimpers from Midoriya’s lips, but not loud enough like he wanted to. He decided to try something different. Popping his dick out of his mouth, he heard a whine from Midoriya as if asking why he stopped.

"I want to try something, if you'll let me. Spread your legs higher and let them lay on the arm rest of the chair".

Shindo immediately could tell that Midoriya got shy and embarrassed, seeing how slow and unsure he was of himself as he moved his legs up.

"Hey, relax... I'm gonna take care of you", Shindo said softly. "Nothing to feel embarrassed about".

Attempting to relax himself, Midoriya let his legs rest on the arm chair as he was told but Shindo took his right leg and let it rest on his shoulder instead. He couldn't deny that he was still embarrassed being exposed like this infront of Shindo but he believed in his words. He waited to see what Shindo would do next.

Having his mouth still filled with excess saliva, he let spit drip down from his mouth and onto his fingertips on his right hand. He then looked up at Midoriya.

"This might feel uncomfortable, let me know if you want me to stop, okay?"

"O-okay", Midoriya replied, stumbling over the word. He had never been fingered before, so this definitely was new. Bracing himself for what was to come, Shindo rimmed his entrance with his fingertips coated in saliva. It felt slimey to Midoriya, but thankfully it wasn't cold since Shindo's mouth was warm. Shindo then began moving his pointer finger inside of him, which made Midoriya's breath hitch again and he immediately tightened up around him.

"Relax, relax", Shindo instructed, his voice still soft to keep Midoriya calm.

He pumped his finger in and out of him to get him used to the feeling which left Midoriya letting out a few "haah's" and tiny whimpers in the process. Shindo slowly stroked Midoriya's cock which had been left unattended for some time, before deciding that he could try to add another finger in.

He slid in another finger, in which Midoriya hissed at the intrusion but moaned when Shindo continued to pump two fingers in and out of him and then scissors his fingers inside to open him up. He began leaving kisses and gentle sucks on his dick tip while he did so. Midoriya clutched his sweater with his left hand on his chest, wondering how he had never thought about experiencing this before. No, the timing wasn't right. The person wasn't right. It was meant to be this way. He was meant to experience this with Shindo.

Shindo spit again on his fingers to add more lube to them before adding a third finger slowly, stretching Midoriya out even more than he already was and made him moan a little louder. He pumped into him a little faster, the squelching sound of saliva and moans filling up the room. Shindo was impressed honestly. He had thought that Midoriya would have told him to stop by now but he didn't. Oh how his cock ached in his boxers, feeling precum build up at the tip but he let himself focus on Midoriya for now. His own pleasure would come later.

"Look at you, you're doing so good. I got three fingers in you already" Shindo praised.

"Haah.. y-yea", Midoriya moaned. He did feel good, not only physically but mentally that he was able to do this and felt good about having someone care for his needs.

~

"Hey... is there another name I can call you besides Midoriya?", Shindo asked as he teasingly kissed and sucked the underside of Midoriya’s tip slowly while staring into his eyes.

"Ahh... uh.. D-Deku", he replied.

"Deku.... did I ever tell you what kind of quirk I have?"

Midoriya's eyes continued to be in a state of opening and closing and the sensation of being fingered and having his dick sucked. He left his eyes half lidded, trying to think of his quirk but still being lost in pleasure.

"N-no you didn't", he huffed out.

"Well, I can make anything I touch vibrate. But I'll have you know that it's good for other things besides combat. Wanna see?"

Midoriya opened his eyes the best way he could, trying to understand what else his quirk could possibly be used for. He nodded in response.

Suddenly, Shindo's hands began to vibrate, his fingers making his insides tremble as he stopped pumping them and kept them in a downwards position for Midoriya to feel. His hand on his dick also began to vibrate, sending a wave of pleasure throughout Midoriya's body.

"Ahhhhhh", Midoriya cried out, his breathing becoming faster with every passing second as he clutched his sweater tighter and his eyes were forced shut. Shindo kept his mouth on his dick tip but slowly moved his hand up and down Midoriya's length, allowing him to feel the sensation of the vibration everywhere. The way his three fingers vibrated inside of him were making his legs shake. It was hard to keep them open and Shindo took notice.

"Keep those legs open for me Deku", he instructed, nudging his shoulder to the left to keep Midoriya from closing his legs on him.

"S-Shindo... ah"

"Call me Yo. We're personal now", Shindo said, shooting him a smirk.

"Mmm.. ahh.. ah.. Yo", Midoriya panted. He felt himself close to cumming. He was still holding back from making too much noise, which didn't make sense to Shindo because it was just the two of them alone.

"You don't have to keep quiet y'know. I wanna hear more of how good I'm making you feel", Shindo explained.

"I'm.. close", Midoriya replied. Shindo then knew that there could be one thing that would get Midoriya to make the noises that he wanted to.

Having his fingers in a downward position this whole time, he decided to turn them upwards and press against Midoriya's prostate. He also increased the pressure of his fingers and the vibrations coming from his hand.

Midoriya cried out even louder, never feeling a sensation as good as this. He didn't know what changed, what was making him feel so good. His hands left his face and sweater as he clutched the arm rest of the chair hard and tilted his head back. His legs were violently shaking now, his voice no longer being held back by his hand.

"Ahhhh.. Yo! Ahhh!!", he wailed as he arched his back on the chair. His moans were music to Shindo's ears as he finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"That's it baby, let me hear you." He fingered his entrance harder, rubbing against his prostate each time, which had Midoriya seeing stars.

"I'm gonna cum", Midoriya cried out. His face was beet red, his voice shuttering and crying out from time to time. He felt the need to release himself, to no longer hold back.

"Cum for me baby, let me see how much you got for me", Shindo said lowly. His voice was too sexy for Midoriya to handle. Shindo kept his mouth on the underside of his dick tip, waiting for his release.

"Ahhh!!", Midoriya yelled out as thick ropes of cum shot out from his dick. Shindo had moved back slightly to allow himself to see how much cum Midoriya had for him but still slowly milked his cock as his cum came out. His body continued to shake as his orgasm ripped through his body, his vision turning white at the feeling.

~

Turning off his quirk, Shindo slowly removed his fingers from Midoriya’s hole as he examined how soaked they were in saliva. His other hand was coated in cum, not that he complained. He was pleased with himself that he could make Midoriya feel so good, especially knowing that this was his first time experiencing it. He looked up to check on Midoriya, whose head was still leaning back against the chair.

"Hey, you alright up there?" Shindo asked.

Midoriya couldn't even speak. All he could do was raise his hand into a thumbs up as he continued to try to control his breathing. Shindo laughed.

"Ha, well that's good then. You made a pretty big mess on me here. Glad to see I could make you feel so good".

Shindo stood up, which made Midoriya open his eyes to look up at him.

"Let me clean my hands and then I'll come clean you up", Shindo said as he walked out the room. Midoriya was too exhausted to follow his trail with his eyes but stared at the ceiling while Shindo left. He loved the new experience that he felt, also realizing how funny it was at the same time that Shindo was basically a walking vibrator. He would have never guessed that he could use his quirk for that, let alone use a quirk during sex anyways. It was something he would keep in his head, instead of writing down in his notebook.

Shindo came back with his hands clean and a bottle of water to offer Midoriya. He accepted the bottle, drinking the water quickly as if he hasn't drank water in hours. Shindo had brought wipes from the bathroom and cleaned Midoriya up until Midoriya noticed something.

"You're still hard", he pointed out, looking at the budget in Shindo's pants.

Shindo stood up, folding the wipes in his hands as Midoriya set his legs down. He chuckled to himself.

"Well after all that, how could I not be", he smiled, looking down at Midoriya.

"Do you want me to...?", Midoriya asked, switching his view from Shindo to his bulge.

"Well you could but... I wanted to show you another way I could make you feel good", as he motioned his head towards the bed.

Midoriya looked at the bed and then back at him. After the intense orgasm that he had, he didn't know how else it could possibly feel better than that. He wasn't going to turn it down though.

He nodded his head, wanting to feel that experience again...

~

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[marvelslut16]

A jealous new year

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been working with Sam and Dean for the past two years. She had feelings for Sam almost instantly, but has never acted on them. The three hunters head to a bar on new years eve, and now that a guy that kinda looks like Sam is all over (Y/N) will he finally confess his feelings?

Word count: 2505

Warnings: Implied smut. Poorly written smut adjacent? Slight smut? Swearing, Unwanted advances. A dash of violence. 

A/N: I just want to say a major thank you to every single person who has ever liked, commented, or reblogged my work this past year! It was my first year on here and you guys made it so amazing. It’s so hard to believe that I have close to 300 followers since I started this blog in May. Especially since I’m not too consistent with uploads (I’m working on that I promise). Also, if this story completely suck, I’m sorry. It’s my first time writing for Sam, and I wrote this in about two hours to get it out on the first of the year. One last thing in my super long note, I’m having knee surgery in two weeks so I’ll have more time to write. Please, please, please, feel free to send in requests.

Sam and Dean Winchester were never ones for traditions, with the exception of the family business that is. The only time they celebrated a holiday was when it was Dean’s last Christmas before he was sent to Hell. After that they got too busy with all of the apocalypse crap, and they just didn’t care anymore. Not even when they picked up you, the holiday queen. 

While you were a hunter and researcher, never in one place for long, you still loved to celebrate the holidays. In a way it gave you some control and brought happiness in your otherwise hectic life. You soon learned that the boys wouldn’t even humor you and celebrate, deciding to ignore your festive spirit or yell at you on the stressful days that happened to line up with a holiday. In the two years you have been with the hunters, they’ve celebrated zero holidays with you. 

Today is New Year’s Eve and you don’t even try to get them to celebrate with you, instead opting to get dressed up in your best dress and go get drunk. It’s close to nine at night when you’re dressed and ready to leave, hoping you can catch Dean on his way to a local bar. 

When you leave your room you notice the bunker is completely silent, so you head to the library hoping the Winchesters are in there. The TV would typically have Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve on, you liked to watch it even though there was a two hour time difference between Kansas and New York, but you kept it off since the brothers are grumpy Gus’. 

As expected the brothers were in the library searching for a new case, because they clearly don’t know how to sit still. The three of you had gotten home from a pretty nasty wendigo hunt late last night, and here they were already looking for a new one. 

“Hey Dean, you heading out soon?” you ask the shorter brother. 

“Yeah, in a lit- whoa,” Deans green eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. They’ve never really seen you all done up; nice dress, makeup, hair done nice, and a pair of heels. 

“You’re not planning on going out like that, are you?” Sam asks incredulously. You nervously pull at the bottom of your dress. 

“As a matter of fact, I am,” you say more confident than you feel. Sam’s scrutinizing gaze makes you self conscious. 

His caring attitude had made you feel at home with them two years ago. The gratification and comfort soon twisting into desire and an intimate affection. You knew you stood no chance with him, so you pushed those feelings away almost as soon as they arose. If he saw anything in you, he would have stopped Dean’s constant flirting, right? 

“When do you want to leave, sweetheart?” Dean openly checks you out, bringing back the confidence that Sam had just washed away. 

“As soon as your ready,” you smirk down at his seated form. He quickly gets up and slips his leather jacket on, fixing his collar before twirling Baby’s keys around his index finger. You but on your black leather jacket, popping your collar with attitude. The jackets may not be weather appropriate, but they’re more for looks than warmth tonight. 

“Wait for me,” Sam’s rough voice comes from behind you.

“You sure you really wanna go buzzkill?” Dean laughs. Sam ignores him as he roughly grabs his jacket and heads to the garage door. Dean and you makes exasperated faces at each other, tonight will sure be interesting. 

Even though Sam made it to the garage first, you made it to Baby first and slid into the passenger seat. Sam grumbles as he makes his way to the backseat, leather squeaking as he gets into the car. 

“Who’s gonna be the designated driver?” Sam asks gruffly. 

“Not it!” Dean and you shout at the same time, making eye contact before giggling at each other. Sam grumbles from the back again, but you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“Free drinks here I came,” you smirk as you step out of the Impala, fixing your cleavage to pop more. “See you in the new year boys,” you wink before walking ahead of them, making sure it’s obvious to the other guys you’re available. 

There’s an attractive man at your side the moment you sit on one of the bar stools. The bar is packed, but minus your best friends this stranger was the most attractive guy in there. He’s taller than Dean, but shorter than Sam, and his hair is long like Sammy’s but he’s clean shaven. He’s bottom shelf Sam Winchester, but if that’s the closest you can get to having Sam you sure as hell are gonna take advantage of the opportunity. 

“Whatcha drinking?” the blue eyed man grins down at you, eyes flicking to the girls.

“A rum and coke, but I wouldn’t mind a tall glass of you later,” you bite your lip and look up at him through your lashes. 

You hear a gruff laugh come from your other side, your eyes flick over to Dean’s green ones. He’s smirking at your stupid line, that somehow made blue eyes melt. Sam’s glaring at the scene in front of him as a blonde waitress pushes her boobs into his arm. A surge of anger runs through you, but you ignore it as you turn back to the man graciously buying you a drink.

The TV behind the bar is playing Dick Clark’s Rockin New Years Eve and you can’t help but grin, you won’t miss the famous ball drop after all. You and blue eyes, who’s name you learn is Jeremy, talk and flirt for the next twenty minutes. He’s not bad to look at, and he’s not completely boring. When the subject of work comes up you of course lie and say you’re a librarian, he comments about how he had a thing for his librarian when he was in grade school, which is a tad gross and too much information. Jeremy works for a fortune 500 company that you can’t remember the name of, and is in Lebanon on business. How many drinks have you had in twenty minutes? 

Drunk voices shouting in unison alerts you to the fact that the countdown is staring on the TV. You turn and catch Dean’s eye, he quickly vacated the seat next to you for a group of sorority girls, some brunette is sitting on his lap and playing with his necklace. The two of you smirk and wink at each other, tonight's going to be fun. However, your smirk falls when your eyes land on Sam, he’s at the opposite side of the bar and glaring at Jeremy. You quickly turn away from him and back to those pretty blue eyes. They can’t compare to Sam's gorgeous expressive hazel eyes, but they’re still pretty. 

Your painted lips meet Jeremy’s chapped ones when the ball has officially dropped. This kiss is too fast, too hard, too rough. His tongue forces its way into your mouth, you bite it playfully hoping he would catch your drift and back off. He doesn’t. Instead he pulls you off your stool and almost don’t catch your balance. His hands leave your back and slide down to grab your butt. Too fast. 

You rest your hands on his chest, and push off of him hard. He laughs and licks his lips in an attempt to be sexy, but it just comes off as weird. Jeremy orders you another drink as you get back on the stool. You do a quick glance around the bar, lots of people are clearing out even though it’s not midnight, wanting to ring in the new year in someone's arms. Your eyes land on Sam’s figure as you thinking about being tangled in someone’s embrace, but all you get is his back. Your eyes slip down to his denim covered backside, the jeans hugging it deliciously. It takes you a second to realize he’s storming off to the bathroom. 

Your eyes continue their search of the bar, and they meet Dean’s furrowed brows. You silently communicate with just the slightest changes in your facial features. He soon gets up and follows Sam, since you demanded he do so. He flips you the bird right before he turns the corner to the bathrooms. You turn back around to a pair of blues staring at you so intently.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your trying to get me drunk,” you’re voice comes out light and airy, even though the feeling of dread is sinking to the pit of your stomach. Jeremy tries to laugh it off, but there’s something in his smile that tells you you’re right. 

Sam and Dean are gone for close to five minutes and you worry that they were attacked by a monster, they’re defenseless and probably wouldn’t be able to contact you for help. Just as your about to excuse yourself from Jeremy, Sam and Dean’s tall statures come into view. Dean walks back over to his sorority girl, while Sam sits heavily in a stool closer to yours. You try to get the taller mans attention, but he avoids looking in your direction.

“Lets get out of here,” Jeremy’s hand is on your ass again, this time giving it an unwelcome squeeze. He leans into you, lips brushing against your earlobe before giving it a painful bite. 

“I’m happy here,” you slightly pull away from him, scared that he;ll snap if you retreat too quickly. His hand falls heavily on your thigh, too far up for your liking and you squeak in surprise. “What are you doing?” your voice raises slightly, alerting Sam to what's going on.

“Getting ready for you to repay me. After all, I did buy your drinks,” his grip tightens. All of your hunter instincts disappear, more scared now than on a solo vamp hunt. 

“Get your hands off her,” Sam rips Jeremy’s sweaty palm off your bare thigh, voice gaining attention as it bounces off the paneled walls.

“Whoa man, calm down,” Jeremy looks around at all the eyes staring at us. “This is my girl, it’s called role-play.”

“She isn’t your girl, she’s my best friend. Now hands off,” Sam practically growls, fires burning bright in his hazel eyes. Your teeth gently gnaw on your bottom lip, Sam’s jealousy is undeniably sexy. “Let’s go (Y/N),” he grabs your hand and leads you to the exit. 

“Whatever man,” Jeremy calls after you. “She’s just a whore, she was asking for it.”

Sam is in Jeremy’s face in two long strides, boots stomping on the wooden floor. Sam’s fist connects with Jeremy’s nose, a sickening crack echoing through the silent bar. Blood spurts out of Jeremy’s nose and falls onto his button up. “You don’t talk about anyone like that,” Sam takes a menacing step towards Jeremy, they’re chest to chest. “Especially not (Y/N).” 

Sam walks swiftly back to you, escorting you out the door and into the Impala’s passenger seat. A tense silence hangs in the air on the drive home, you don’t dare try putting music on. As soon as the car is off, Sam is out of it and stomping into the bunker. You really regret leaving Dean behind and assuming he’ll find a way home in the morning.

You grab a glass of water, deciding that you shouldn’t drink a beer and add to your alcohol level, and you watch Sam’s tense form pace the kitchen. “Why him,” Sam eventually asks.

“What?” your surprised by the question. You expected to get reprimanded for your behavior, not this question.

“I have my reasons,” you state defensively. Sam walks up to you grabbing the table on either side of you, effectively caging you.

“Why?” Sam’s anger grows, the wooden table seems to bend under his tight grip.

“Because he looked like you!” the words leave your mouth before you can realize it. Sam lets go of the table and steps away from you, and you realize that you just ruined your friendship, “Just forget I said anything,” you mumble as you head to your room.

Sam finally reacts, reaching out and yanking on your wrist as you walk past him. You're spun around so you're now chest to chest with him, he grabs your glass and sets it on the table next to him.  

“Do you really mean that?” he gently cups your cheek, searching your eyes for any hint of a lie. 

“Of course I do,” you laugh softly, “I’ve been in love with you since I met you Sam Winchester.”

“I love you too,” a grin splits across his face as he pulls you in for an earth shattering kiss, it's like nothing you've ever felt before. 

The kiss quickly heats up and your unbuttoning his flannel and discarding it on the kitchen floor. He quickly, hungrily, pushes your leather jacket off your shoulders and you can’t bring yourself to care that your phone was in the pocket. He leads you backwards as you continue to kiss, stopping in the hallway for a second so he can get you out of your dress.

He pushes you into his room, slamming the door shut with his foot. You pull away panting, your hands go to work on unfastening his belt and getting those jeans off of him. He drinks in the sight of you in your bra and panties, a sight he’ll never get tired of seeing. He’s pulled back from his trance when his belt hits the floor with a clang, leaving you both in your undergarments.

Your mouth waters at the tent in his boxers and the way the material curves around his plump butt. You sink to your knees and use your teeth to pull down his boxers. Your nose skims across his impressive length causing him to inhale sharply. He quickly pulls you to your feet, practically ripping the last of the material on you off. 

He pushes you back onto his bed, hovering over you. His lips connect with your neck, sucking so hard he’s undoubtedly marking your skin. He murmurs soft I love you’s as he kissed down your bare skin, each touch of his lips sends heat directly to your core. Every kiss gets him closer and closer until the place you need him most, his breath ghosts over your slick folds sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Your mine,” his voice is husky and rough. Every drawn-out syllable conveys his need. 

“I'm all yours,” you gasp out as his fingers slide into you and his lips latch onto your clit.

And just like all of those people from the bar, you ring in the new year with you limbs tangled with Sam’s. The plain white sheet tightly wrapped around yours and Sam’s calves and ankles. There is no better way to enter the new year.

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