#and horny. some of us need heat suppressants. yes that’s how I want to word that

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I love that at this point, dnp Tumblr and Twitter have put aside their differences to fight the real enemy, which is the r/danandphil subreddit! Like we can all agree it sucks over there!! Yay!!!

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Morning Routine Pt.2 (Jung Wooyoung) Rated

Part One

Pairing: Videographer! Wooyoung × Camgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Smut, Fluff.

Summary: Loving his new job as the videographer for a camgirl, Wooyoung has no idea about the new project she has in mind for her channel.

Word Count: 4.3+K

Warnings: Non-established relationship, p*rn filming, use of sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, fingering, handjob, p*rn viewing, unprotected shower sex (always use protection), slight degradation, multiple orgasm (female) these horny mfs can't keep their hands off each other, Y/N has a thing for Wooyoung's arms (who doesn't?)

Taglist: @seacottons @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @yunsangoveryonder @minhyukmyluv @nanamarkie @mingismoon @ateezbabysitters

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Wooyoung threw his head back, eyes shut as his mouth uttered out some rather loud and harsh grunts. Tiny sweat beads formed along his hairline, his forehead creasing slightly as he fully immersed himself on stroking his hard length. His head was filled with images of the previous night with his new housemate, images of her dressed in the most alluring black playboy bunny outfit bodysuit, completed with ears, collar, cuffs and everything else. It was like a dream come true, watching her look extremely pretty as she played around with her pussy in front of him as he filmed her. To continue the bunny theme, she had taken out her pink rabbit vibrator, making sure to tease him, and her viewers later, by licking the longer part of the device, covering it in her spit before inserting it inside her tight little hole. Wooyoung would never get the picture out of his head as he witnessed her overstimulating herself over and over until she had tears brimming down her cheeks.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" She gasped violently as tiny spurts of her orgasm squirted out, staining the carpet underneath her. Wooyoung didn't even know that she was capable of squirting like that, but it was the most erotic thing he had ever seen before his eyes.

"Holy shit."

Just remembering that image had him holding himself up on the vanity counter with his free hand, the other furiously pumping his shaft with intensity as his white semen started to pour out of him and spill onto the floor. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, chest heaving up before lowering back down. Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he grabbed a couple of tissues and proceeded to clean up the mess he had made, discarding the waste into the basket underneath the vanity. Pulling his pants back up and throwing on his black sweater, he looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, only needing to fix the part on his growing black hair. Satisfied with how he looked, he came out of the bathroom and picked up his bag that he had laid out on his bed, books and materials ready for the day.

Stepping out of his room, he had to do a step back when a certain feline scared him by her mere presence outside his door, meowing loudly at him, almost like a whine.

"Oh god, don't scare me like that Baby." Smiling he stooped down to try and pet her head, but in her usual fashion, she hissed at him before scurrying off. Wooyoung let out a sigh and shook his head.

"One week after moving here and she still treats me so coldly." He didn't understand what was up with that cat, seemingly warming up to him only to revert back to her aggresive behavior.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, his face broke out into a smile as the object of his deepest fantasies and affection was currently standing in front of the sink again, finishing up her task of drying the dishes she had just meticulously washed, wearing nothing but one of his oversized shirts and cotton underwear. Coming up behind her, his hands cupped at her waist as his lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

"Took you a while to come out." She chuckled softly, knowing exactly what he had been doing in the bathroom.

"Morning to you too beautiful." He greeted her, lips pulling away only to dive into the side of her neck.

"Woo, you're going to be late for school." She reminded him yet made no effort to push him off her, enjoying the way his hands caressed her hips too much.

"No I'm not, I still got plenty of time."

Turning her around, he wasted no time in connecting their lips together, parting and closing them over hers in a fervent and needy way. Y/N couldn't suppress a moan when one of his hands dropped in between her thighs and caressed its way up. His palm started to rub her clothed heat, paying close attention to the wet spot starting to form at the bottom of them. Y/N gasped into Wooyoung's mouth when he suddenly slipped his hand inside her panties, fingers immediately working on her clit.

"Wooyoung please.." She whimpered, hands clutching onto his arms. Even through the fabric of his thick sweater, she could still feel the muscles of his strong biceps and that turned her on even more. Her hands grazed across his arms, and Wooyoung chuckled lowly as he knew what she was doing.

"Love my arms babygirl? Yes you do, especially when they're manhandling you down on the bed."

It was a good thing his arms were holding her up because she nearly fell to the floor as her mind recalled all the times she had been pinned down to her bed or to wall by Wooyoung's biceps. It was a borderline fetish now and she was not ashamed of it. Y/N began whining as Wooyoung's fingers continued playing with her little nub.

"Woo..." Her breath hitched, a sign she was about to cum, body growing hotter by the second.....

Until a disgruntled cat broke the two apart, pouncing on Wooyoung from behind as her claws dug into his thighs as they usually tended to do.

"Oh my god Baby would you kindly fuck off?!" Wooyoung exclaimed as he backed away from his lover in pain as he tried to get the Persian cat off his body.

Y/N immediately went over and grabbed her, her master's touch making her calm down and retract her claws enough to pry her off Wooyoung. The poor boy was rubbing on the attacked spot, face grimacing at the dull pain. Looking back, he narrowed his eyes at the cat, who likewise had her pupils turning into slits when she noticed him glaring.

"God dammit, can't even play with my favorite pussy because that demon pussycat wants to be a cockblocker."

As if understanding him, the cat hissed at him once more, body trying to jump out of Y/N's arms and no doubt lunge at the man in front of her.

"Ok ok that's enough. I think you need some catnip to help calm you down." Y/N kissed the top of her pet's head, trying hard to appease her.

"And you should probably start heading to school. Don't waste anymore time."

Wooyoung grabbed his bag again and slumped it over his shoulder.

"Fine, only cause you ask me to."

He came up to try and kiss her goodbye, but when the feline got agitated once more, he decided against it.

"Ok I'll see you later." Wooyoung waved at her.

"Don't forget, we're filming something else later tonight as well." Y/N smirked, petting the top of her cat's head in a comically fashion.

"Oh please, do tell me what my favorite porn star is planning." His teeth tugged at his bottom lip as he stared her up and down.

Holding a finger up to her lips, Y/N giggled.

"It's a surprise and you get to find out when you come back."

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With eyes glued to the screen, Wooyoung continued to edit the video in front of him. He had been so immersed in his other endeavors with Y/N that he had nearly abandoned his other pending projects he needed to turn in. Luckily for him, it was rather easy since they weren't that difficult. The hard part was trying to ignore his classmates that were sitting and hovering around the computer next to him, giggling and snorting amongst themselves.

"Honestly, where's that mean, grouchy librarian when you need her to shut some idiots up?" Wooyoung thought to himself, twirling the pencil that was currently held between his index and middle finger.

Judging by the tiny crowd next to him and the weird moans faintly coming out of the speaker, he knew for sure that they were definitely not watching something family friendly.

"Typical." He mused to himself, humming out a little tune in hopes of drowning out their incessant and lewd chatter.

"Ok but guys, I need to introduce you all to this really hot camgirl I recently found. You won't believe it." One of the older guys named Seonghwa lightly pushed his way in the middle, fingers delicately typing away at the keys in front of him. Scrolling down for a while, he found what he was looking for and promptly clicked on it.

"This was her most recent one. Literally uploaded last night."

Although the volume was turned significantly low so that nobody suspected anything, Wooyoung's ears perked up as they distinguished an extremely familiar voice whispering obscene and dirty phrases towards her audience, ones that had been repeated over and over in his head for a while. Slightly pushing his chair away from the table, Wooyoung leaned back and tilted his head as unsuspecting as he possibly could to look over and get a glimpse of what his classmates were looking at. Just as he suspected, on the screen was none other than his beloved roommate in the attire she had worn the previous night. His face blushed slightly and he quickly looked away, afraid of getting caught looking over at their direction.

"Damn she's smoking hot." A classmate his age, Mingi spoke up.

"You know I'm more of a cat person, but fuck. I'd let that bunny hop herself on my lap and rut her sweet little ass on my cock."

Wooyoung's thumb pressed hard against the pencil he was holding, a tiny vein popping out of his neck that showed his displeasure at hearing such things being said about his fuck buddy.

"Keep dreaming Choi San." Wooyoung muttered under his breath in a passive aggressive tone.

"Ok but seriously, who's the bastard that gets to film her videos?" Mingi asked, a hand coming up to push up the glasses that were falling low on his nose bridge.

"Whoever he is, he's seriously one lucky guy." Seonghwa stated with a gloomy look.

"Yeah. Probably gets to jerk himself right in front of her as he's filming no doubt." San huffed, voice clearly laced with envy.

Wooyoung tried but failed in keeping a straight face, a smug grin appearing on his lips as he continued his task at hand.

"No but I get her to help me out after each session." He seriously wanted to say that out loud, but he contented himself with that knowledge that was a secret between him, Y/N and her cute yet menacing cat.

"Fuck it, I'm subscribing to her channel. Do you know when her next video will be up?" San whipped out his phone, tapping away at the keyboard as he looked up Y/N's camgirl profile on the website.

"I don't know but she's been a lot more active recently, posting a lot more content than before." Seonghwa answered.

"Great, cause I can't wait for her next project."

Wooyoung laughed inside himself when he heard San say that

"Trust me, neither can I...."

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With the camera held in his hands and the all too familiar throbbing inside his pants, Wooyoung kept his gaze locked on Y/N as she was spread across her bed. If he thought she looked stunning the night before, it was nothing compared to what she had on at the moment. Her body was exceptional beautiful in the glittering body chain lingerie consisting of a silver rhinestone bra that had a connecting waist belt with metallic tassels dangling from the ends. To top it all off, not only was her makeup more extravagant than the ordinary, but she had even gone as far as applying sparkling highlighter on some parts of her body like her shoulders, collarbone and the top of her breasts. She truly looked like an ethereal queen, one that many people would love to get a glimpse of up close and personal.

Y/N was a mess of stuttering gasps and whiny moans as she continued bouncing herself on the 8" dildo in between her thighs. She often open her eyes and look at the camera with a hazy look while adding a few comments that were bound to rile her viewers even further.

"I'm so close. I'm gonna cum...." She exhaled deeply, teeth biting harshly down at her lip.

"Are you gonna cum with me?"

Wooyoung felt like he very well could cum untouched just by the sheer sight of her. The dildo was lodged so deep inside of her, one could see it bulge out of her lower abdomen. She herself knew it as well as her hand brushed along the outline of it.

"Your cock feels so good inside me, I don't think I can hold off any longer."

With hands firmly pressed on the mattress to hold her up, she fucked herself so roughly down onto the sex toy, her cries becoming more loud and staggered.

"Oh fuck! Cum with me! Please cum inside this pussy of mine." She pleaded.

She collapsed on the bed after reaching an intense high, her mouth agape as she took in deep breaths to calm her heated body. Reaching down, she pulled out the dildo, a thin clear line of arousal coming out as well. Holding it up, she waved it in front of the camera, knowing fully well Wooyoung had zoomed in close to her face.

"Until next time my darlings." She giggled and gave an expert wink at the lenses in front of her.

"And cut."

As soon as he said those words, Y/N sat up and took hold of Wooyoung's arm rather sharply, pulling him so he could follow her into her bathroom.

"Whoah, still got energy left after that show princess?" He snorted when she closed the door behind them.

Huffing softly, she took the camera out of his hands and carefully placed it on the vanity counter.

"I'm sticky, sweaty and in need of a shower." Within giving any other explanation, she began unzipping Wooyoung's pants and sliding then down his legs.

"And I'm here because....?" Although he knew very well why she dragged him with her, he still loved feigning like he didn't know what she was up to.

"Because showers are a lot more fun when you have company." Looking up at him, she smiled and tapped on the bottom of his shirt, a signal for him to remove it, which he of course did.

After a pile of clothes was accumulated neatly and tossed in a corner, the two individuals stepped inside the glass surrounded shower. Turning it on to a cool temperature, both of them emitted soft sighs at the feeling of the refreshing water pouring down their bodies. Taking hold of her pink and soft sponge, Wooyoung took it upon himself to clean her body of the sparkling residue left from the makeup. Making sure to create as much lather as possible, he began to gently swipe the sponge across her body with slow and gentle movements, being careful with her skin lest he accidentally scrubbed too hard. Y/N would never admit it out loud, but she loved having intimate moments like this with him. Taking showers together just because, without needing anything to happen between them. Cooking together, which she ended up finding out Wooyoung was an above average cook, which added to his fatal charms that had her melting for him. Or just cuddling together on the couch as a movie played, more often than not ending with one of them on the floor after they decided to start play wrestling amongst themselves, both of them in fits of giggles afterwards.

After making sure to cover her body with the floral scented soap, Wooyoung stepped back and moved her so the majority of the shower head was aimed at her, rinsing off the foam around her body. Watching it trail off her figure and down the drain, he let out a satisfied smile at his work.

"All better?"

Instead of answering, Y/N came up to him and rested her head on his chest, eyes closing as her hands took hold of his arms to wrap them around her. Getting the hint, Wooyoung held her body against his, fingers lightly running themselves down her back in soothing strokes. Reaching up, her hands came up to rest against the muscles on his upper arms, fingers tapping against his skin every now and then. Wooyoung couldn't help but laugh softly when he felt her grip tighten around them.

"What exactly is it about my arms that makes you horny over them?" He questioned her.

Frowning slightly, Y/N pulled away to look at him.

"I do not get horny over your arms, excuse me." She defended herself against what she considered to be slanderous talk.

Quirking an eyebrow up, Wooyoung let out a scoff.

"Oh really? Then tell me everytime I wear a sleeveless shirt, you're practically drooling and keep your eyes off them?"

It was a good thing there was water splashing all over them or else Y/N wouldn't have been able to camouflage the subtle blush that appeared on her cheeks.

"I do not." She interjected.

Shaking his head in a teasing fashion, Wooyoung leaned in and pecked her lips.

"Beg your pardon miss, but I've seen the way you eye them, especially during my workouts."

Making sure to flex his muscles, Wooyoung gripped her tighter against his body, pressing her unbelievably close as his arms encapsulated most of her body, leaving her slightly out of breath from the tight squeeze he gave her.

"Is it cause you like having me smother you in an embrace with them?"

Wanting to play around with her even more, he suddenly pressed her back against the tile wall, arms coming down to place themselves at the back of her thighs.

"Or cause you like it when I man handle you like this?"

Y/N groaned when she felt Wooyoung's mouth start pressing kisses along her jaw and neck, tilting it back so he could have more space to work with. He chuckled when he felt her breath hitch.

"You're so easy to rile up beautiful." He pointed out in a cocky manner.

Not wanting to let him get away with his behavior, Y/N slid a hand down his chest before taking hold of his dick, making it spring back to life and get hard once more after forgetting how aroused it was when the cold water splashed onto it. She made sure to pump it vigorously, causing Wooyoung to pull back and moan loudly at her ministrations.

"I could say the same about you handsome. Just one brush of my hand against your thighs and your little friend comes up to greet me."

Closing her lips over his, any sound about to escape was muffled by her tongue which slid its way inside his mouth, massaging itself against his own wet muscle. As one hand continued stroking along his shaft, her other hand came down to cup underneath and fondle his balls. That action further fed his aching need to bury himself inside her wetness.

"Getting a little hot my love? Bothered? I can feel your cock throbbing in my hand." Knowing exactly what she was doing, she squeezed his balls rather hard as her thumb circled around his tip. That and the fact she bit down at Wooyoung's bottom lip was enough to make him lose control of his senses. He could no longer hold back after hours of having her tease him.

Prying her hands off him, he placed one hand on the back of her thigh and wrapped her leg up around his waist, allowing him to slide his length rather easily past her folds to rest inside her heat. Pressing her back against the wall once more, Wooyoung dropped his other hand down to her other thigh.

"Hold onto my arms." He whispered against her ear, a command she didn't need to be told twice as her hands placed themselves on his biceps. Hoisting her other leg around his waist, Wooyoung didn't wait any longer and immediately began slamming his hips into her. Having been sexually frustrated since their interruption that morning, both of them basked in the enjoyment of having their lower bodies connect again.

"Oh fuck- you're still tight even after fucking yourself wide open with that dildo?"

Y/N's hands clung tighter to his arms, nails nearly digging into his skin. Her wails were only half heard due to the pounding of Wooyoung's cock that had her back hitting against the wall behind her, cutting off her sounds midway. The way he gripped at her thighs was so strong that she had no doubt about having purple bruises on those spots for days to come, but she didn't care. Her mind was too focused on the overwhelming feeling of his cock inside her, cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

"You like me fucking you like this baby? Cock deep inside this little pussy of yours?" He taunted her as his timed thrusts continued to impale her tight core, slick and warm walls tightening around his hard shaft.

"Yes! Fuck me just like you are doing!" She exclaimed, eyes looking down to watch as his cock drove out of her only to ram itself back in. At this point she was becoming light headed, feeling intoxicated by the tension building in her body, ready to snap at any moment.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" She whimpered as she clawed into his arm muscles, making Wooyoung hiss.

"Then fucking cum like the slut you are." He growled against her ear.

With a piercing shriek, her walls tightened unbearably against his length, pulsating as she came hard all over him. Even during the peak of her climax, Wooyoung maintained his pace and harsh pounding, not giving her an ounce of pity to diminish the euphoric sensation overtaking her. Pulling out of her and safely bringing her back down, Wooyoung tilted her chin up so she could look into his lust filled face.

"If you think we're done, you're wrong baby. I'm not quite done with you yet."

Swinging her body to the left, Wooyoung pressed her body up against the clear glass window that covered the shower. Taking hold of her hips, Wooyoung's cock lodged itself inside her warm walls once more, the sound of smacking skin bouncing against the walls. Y/N placed her palms against the clear glass to keep her steady as his hungry cock fucked her in a furious rhythm. She could barely keep her eyes open as she was overly sensitive from not only her previous orgasm but from having played with herself rather intensely during their filming session.

"Fuck- your cock feels amazing." She moaned out in a low and airy tone.

"Yeah? Is it better than all those toys you fuck yourself with?" Wooyoung cooed against her ear.

"God yes! Way better. Wooyoung you fuck me so good." She responded, her wailing becoming higher in pitch as another build up began to rise up in her.

"So good that you'll cum for me a second time? Will you?" Y/N knew that wasn't a request, it was an order, an order that her body couldn't resist fulfilling, especially when the angle his hips hit against her ass had the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot continuously.

"Cum on me one more time beautiful. Let me feel you again."

Falling under the spell of his command, Y/N let out sputters of his name as her legs trembled under her, threatening to give out on holding her up had Wooyoung not had his hands keeping her upright as he kept pushing his cock into her from behind. It wasn't long before he himself felt himself being tipped over the edge.

"Shit! Oh shit!"

With a few more pops of his hips, he was done, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy up until it started running down her legs, getting swallowed up and washed away along with the rest of the water pouring out from above them. They both stayed still for a couple seconds, each one trying to catch their breath and steady their heartbeats. Resting his forehead atop of her shoulder, Wooyoung's raspy breaths were the only things she could hear.

"Fuck Y/N....." She let out an involuntary smile when he whispered that, his labored breathing telling her he enjoyed that quite a lot.

Withdrawing himself from between her legs, Wooyoung's dick softening after finally being able to find release in Y/N's body. Making sure to do a final rinse to clean up any leftover cum, Wooyoung turned off the water and carefully guided Y/N out the shower, knowing fully well her thighs were burning after all that.

"Easy there beautiful, don't worry I got you." He smiled ever so sweetly at her as he picked up a towel and draped it over her shoulders. Y/N let out a groan as she reclined back against the counter, exhausted from their intense love session.

"Wooyoung, could you please get me my pajamas and help me dress?" Her bottom lip poked out, voice slightly frigging after having her vocal chords nearly ripped out from all the screaming his cock had her doing.

"Of course beautiful. I'll be right back."

Booping his nose against hers, Wooyoung tied a towel around his waist before scurrying out of the bathroom in search of something comfortable for Y/N to wear. Through pained hisses, Y/N managed to turn her body so she was facing the mirror in front of her. Bending down, her face gave out a tired smile towards the camera that she had placed strategically on the counter beforehand, the tiny red light indicating it had been recording everything that happened in the shower, unbeknownst to her partner who was still in her drawers looking for her clothes. Reaching over, she stopped the film and made sure to save the file, a sly smirk on her face as her mind was already coming up with the title of her next project.

"Fucking my camera boy in the shower without him knowing...."

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Gwyn is Ready to Have More from Azriel

I’m trash for them, okay? And I will simply not apologise for it. Can we all agree that their ship name is Gywnriel? 

Masterlist Ao3

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For months now, all that had been between them were tentative touches, kisses that would end before they could become too heated. Gwyn appreciated it deeply. The time Azriel had given to her, the steps they had taken together took her to places she thought she’d never reach. She still remembered the way she shook when he first held her hands, and now she was bedazzled with daily reminders of his feelings for her.

She smiled at him. He was seated next to Cassian, the two males shirtless and sprawled on the floor after training discussing how they might seduce Mor into taking on her own class of novices. They would’ve asked Rhys or Feyre, but between all their ruling duties, Feyre’s art classes and little Nyx, they barely had time to breath.

Az saw her look and smiled back, the shadows clinging to his hands disappearing as he looked at her. It made her cheeks go red to see it, and she couldn’t help but gaze down at his beautiful abdomen, the powerful muscles nothing short of wondrous. Being near him, and having him want her, made her feel powerful too. But the age-old fear always crept in before things went too far.

“Cassian and I are heading into Velaris for lunch, would you like to join?” Nesta asked her, her eyes glinting as she looked at Gwyn and knew exactly what she was thinking. “Az will likely come, and he’ll fly you down.”

“Thank you, but I’ll let you and Cassian enjoy yourselves.” Gwyn touched the pendent at her throat, the stained glass hidden beneath her leathers. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”

“Of course. Morrigan will get Emerie in the afternoon, and Cassian is making himself scarce.”

“He doesn’t need to do that!” Gwyn didn’t want him thinking he couldn’t spend time with them when they all stayed together at the House. Gwyn trusted Cassian as much as she could any man, and loved that her dearest friend had found a male who loved and cared for her so very much. Seeing them together is what gave her the courage to approach Azriel after months of shy glances and quiet conversations.

“He wants to give us our privacy. He’ll have dinner with us, and then I think he plans on stealing Nyx.” Nesta smiled at the thought of her mate and a baby, and Gwyn couldn’t blame her. There was just something about a deadly warrior caring for something so vulnerable that set her evolutionary instincts on fire.

Before Gwyn had the chance to reply, the man of the hour approached them, holding out a hand to both of them to help them up. They stood, Nesta stepping into him and resting her chin on his chest, peering up at him with unbridled admiration.  

Cassian said his goodbye to Gwyn, pressing a featherlight kiss to her cheek in farewell. She didn’t blush, used to it by now. One of the things she liked most was little kisses to her cheeks and forehead, the main perpetrators of the act being Emerie and Nesta. The kisses didn’t speak of the violence she’d endured, but rather of how much her friends loved her. Friendship was an intimacy she craved outside of anything else, and she’d nearly cried the first time Nesta had kissed the top of her head, her friend hugging her after a particularly bad scalding in the library.

Nesta and Cassian left, leaving Gwyn alone with Azriel. He grinned at her the moment they had peace. He walked over, his steps hurried as if he couldn’t wait to be near her. He placed his lovely hands on her cheeks and pressed their foreheads together.

“A veritable Valkyrie,” he said.  

“You give me too much praise.”

“I could never say enough kind things about you.”

She kissed the tip of his nose, happy to be in his arms.

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Gwyn laid alone in her room, the single bed not big enough for all that she was feeling. She had spent nearly her entire lunch break kissing Azriel, but it had gone no further. But she’d wanted more. Needed more. She couldn’t stop thinking of the way his lips had touched her neck, or how his hands were so steady on her waist. She was half tempted to beg him to clutch her harder, to grab her in other more sensitive areas, but she didn’t know how to ask. Az was respectful to a fault. Well, no, not a fault, she loved how patient and gentle he was with her. But it meant he would never ask for more, or take more, fearful that he might spook her.

She squeezed her thighs at the thought of him, her hand idly running up and down her stomach. There had been a few times, in her rare moments of privacy, that she had taken Nesta’s advice and explored herself before having another touch her. She had scarcely in her youth, but she’d been a fumbling teen who didn’t understand what to touch to make it feel good.

As always, her thoughts drifted to him, and as she inched up her dress…

The door opened, the two other acolytes she bunked with going to bed early. Gwyn managed to snatch her hand away, but it was painfully obvious what she was about to do.

She rolled to her side and tried to suppress a groan, her fellow acolytes giggling under their breath.

Wanting to clear her head, she got up and feigned going to the bathroom, instead going into the bowels of the library. Most people were still at dinner, and she made a wide berth from the hallways that led to their dining hall. She wasn’t sure where to go. She could keep studying, although it wasn’t an appealing thought, or maybe she could go to the heart of the House and let it sneak her treats and tea.

Instead, she found herself walking until she was in the training ring. She hadn’t bothered putting shoes on. She loved the way the cool stone felt beneath her feet – like it was centring her. She would have been content to stay here forever, pitch a tent and claim this spot as hers. This was the spot she found her sisters, Nesta and Emerie. This is where she became strong, where she started tackling the demons that haunted her at night. This is where the elusive man that saved her that fateful day at the temple became a friend, and then more. Yes, she could have stayed here forever with the breeze caressing her face and the stars winking in greeting.

She heard a creak to the left and turned, worrying an acolyte might have followed her out. Instead, she saw the usually locked entry to the House open, warm and welcoming light spilling from its threshold. One to take a hint, she walked inside. She couldn’t hear Nesta or Cassian, but they had long put silencing wards on each room. She looked around the entryway, and another door opened to her left, leading her down the grand staircase and into a hallway. Once again, all the doors were shut, but as her feet touched the landing one opened, Gwyn knowing it to be the study. Going where the House was prompting her, she caught Azriel curiously staring at the door, trying to make it shut when it wouldn’t budge.

“I don’t think you’ll have much luck. It seems the House wanted me here.”

She revelled in his small gilt of surprise, an honour that he let his composure down enough around her for her to see any sort of emotion.

“Gwyn, what are you doing here?” His tone, not accusatory in the slightest, sent a shock through her stomach.

He looked… different in the dark. Of course she’d seen him in the night, whether it be in the city or over a meal with Cassian and Nesta, but never alone in a room lit only by scattered candles. His beauty was different like this, his face a marble sculpture carved by the most brilliant artists, his hair silken black, his eyes the night sky between the spirits on Starfall.

“Is this your study?” She ignored his question, entering the room. The door closed behind her, and she felt a sudden absence in the room, as if the House had given them some privacy.  

“It is, I forbade Nesta and Cassian from coming in here a year ago. I didn’t want them tarnishing my stuff,” he laughed.

She swallowed hard, her hands clasped in front of her.

He looked at her thoughtfully. “Are you okay?”

She paused before she answered, not quite knowing what to say. It’s not like she could go oh, Azriel, don’t mind me, I just think my horniness was so palpable the House wrapped you as a gift and planted you in my lap.

Instead, she took a step forward, close enough to place her hands on his chest.

“I’ve been having thoughts,” she murmured, not looking him in the eyes. His hands came to rest over hers, and she was embarrassed at the fluttering in them he must feel.

“What kind of thoughts?”

Her breath shuddered. She pressed her face into the space between their hands, not able to bear the look on his face. “We’ve been taking things so slowly, and I’m so grateful that the little I’ve been able to offer you has been enough.”

“Gwyn.” His voice trembled. “Whatever you can give, whether it’s an ounce or nothing, I would happily take.”

“But what if I wanted to take?” One of her hands snaked around his neck. “What if I wasn’t ready for everything, but couldn’t get the thought of you touching me out of my head?”  

It was his turn to shudder, but he didn’t move an inch. He just let her explain. She pressed herself into him harder, her face reddening when she felt what her words were doing to him. She dared peek down, his arousal present and obvious. It made her mouth water.

“Whatever you want, you can have. Just tell me.” He hands left hers, moving until they were on her waist and he could draw her nearer again. When she was close enough, his index finger landed on her chin, titling her head until he could look into her eyes. She saw fire in them, practically glowing with want. She knew hers would look the same.

“What do you want, Gwyn?”

Him.

“I want you to take your shirt off.”

And it was done. He didn’t hesitate to do as she asked and didn’t speak as she gingerly ran her fingers up and down his bare chest, letting her feel and press. He was a sight to behold – years of training crafting him into something magnificent. His mind, his body-

She kissed him, letting her hands wander to their desire. She kissed his mouth, his neck, and then steeled herself up to kissing the muscled chest she’d admired for so long. All the while, he ran his hands down her back and up to cup her head, his hands tangling in her hair.

“What do you want, Gwyn?”

“I want to sit on that desk as you kiss me. I want the earth-shattering kisses I read about in books. I don’t want you to hold back. I want to know how everyone else feels.”  

He nodded, and before she had a chance to say anything else, his hands were on her thighs and he was lifting her. She gasped as he wrapped her legs around his waist, their kiss not breaking as he used one hand to wipe away the paper and knives that littered his workspace. He sat her on his desk, but she tightened her legs around him, wanting him to know she didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon.

Her mouth opened for him, and she groaned as his tongue swept in, unhindered by fear. By the Cauldron, she couldn’t believe how much he had been holding back if this was how he kissed her uninhibited. One hand was on her thigh, the other around her waist to keep them close. So close, she dared to move her hips, just a bit, just to see what it would be like to grind against him. He groaned, his lips moving away from her to savour the feeling of her clothed pussy against his concealed length.

He kissed her again, his passion palpable as he held her, and Gwyn thought she could never go back to before. How could she tolerate the sweet, closed mouth presses of his lips when she could have this? When she could have his mouth working hers so hard she could feel herself start to drip?

She ground her hips again, desperate for the friction.

Azriel pulled back, hip lips swollen and his hair in a mess from where she had unconsciously dragged her fingers through it.

“What do you want, Gwyn?”

Her already racing heart faltered. How far did she want to go? She certainly wasn’t ready for sex, but she thought she might die if she didn’t have more of him. She glanced down between them, swallowing hard when she realised truly what she wanted. Knew that the dreams she had in her mind when her hand was between her legs could be a reality if she just asked.

“I want – I want your mouth on me.”

He stood up straight, her shaking legs barely holding on.

“Do you want me to taste you, Gwyn?” he asked.

She nodded.

“I need you to tell me. I need to know you want this.”

“Yes, yes Azriel. Taste me. Devour me.”

He smirked, and he started to lift her dress.

A jolt went through her, a change in mood he felt instantly. He stopped and stepped back, his hands going to behind his back.

Her eyes widened; she didn’t want him to stop – didn’t mean to make him stop.

“You will lick me until I cry your name so loud the people of Velaris can hear me. But my dress stays on,” she ordered breathlessly.

His smile was serpentine, and she felt it like a pinch to the bundle of nerves he would soon head for.

“Yes ma’am.”

He guided her so she was leaning back, and she yelped as he pulled her hips so she was balanced on the edge of the desk. He ran his hands up her dress, up her legs, as he knelt before her like a knight bowing to his queen. Her dress, which would stay on but had ridden up, bunched at her thighs, giving Azriel ample time to explore.

She watched as he peppered kisses to her calves, her knees and then the soft skin of her inner thighs. Her breathing was hitched, and when Az lifted her legs so that they were over his shoulders she could have ascended.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he whispered, looking up at her.

Those eyes alone had her feeling a way she’s never experienced. She nodded, whispered her yes.

“If you want to stop, at any time, just tell me. Or kick me. Anything you want. But don’t do something you’re uncomfortable with just because I’m here.” He smoothed over her thighs and pressed a kiss to her wet panties, giving her a tease of what was to come. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’ll have it.”  

He pulled her panties aside and made a wide swipe up her centre, leaving her gasping. His tongue was relentless, but so perfect on her. He had her moaning his name in seconds, and he returned them like the act of pleasuring her was enough for him to find his own. One of her hands stayed in his hair, pulling it with a ferocity that might have pained him, but when she tried to take it away, he snatched at her hand, growling that she can pull it all she wanted. Her other hand went to her breast, feeling like she had to touch the nipples now peeking through her thin dress. Her legs shook in time to his tongue flicking against her clit, and it made a deep ache built between her legs. She moved her hips, unable to stop herself from grinding against his tongue.

His rhythm was better than a royal orchestra – her moans a melody she didn’t think herself capable of. As he continued to feast, the deep ache spread through her stomach and down to her toes, and with one final press of his delicious mouth she screamed his name, gripped onto the desk for support as her back arched and toes curled. His tongue rode her through the orgasm, and it wasn’t until she was whimpering his name that he stopped.

He gently slid her legs off his shoulders. They tremored, the limbs limp jelly in his hands. He hummed in satisfaction, rising to his feet so he could brush the hair from her face. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek, and he leaned forward to kiss it away.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, voice low. He didn’t move away from her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke.

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk back to my room.”

Azriel laughed softly, a hoisted her up so he was carrying her like a bride.

“You can stay here.”

“I can’t-”

“In a separate room from me.”

She loved that he knew what she would say before the words even had a chance to form. She may have let him do holy things to her, but she wasn’t ready to share his bed – even if there wasn’t touching involved.

As he carried her, she stared at his beautiful face, awestruck that she might’ve had even just the smallest part of him.

“Thank you, Az.”

“My pleasure.”

[bakugohoex]

“they’re our what?”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: fluff, kissing, language

word count: 2800+

a/n: this is so shit but we move, it’s probably pure waffle and when i read it tomorrow morning i’m going to punch my 12am self

summary: in which you and bakugo sneak out for a late night date and meet two kids, confused and lost, you take the kids back to the dorms trying to get help, the thing is they looked strangely familiar

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His fingers entangled in your own, his thumb rubbing back and forth of the back of your hand and the cocky grin he had plastered on his face. You knew instantly he wanted something, he’d snuck into your room a couple hours prior and the look on his face, you instantly knew he wanted more. He kissed you softly, you were both facing each other on the bed the kiss being loving, it was nearly 3am and you were still awake, both of you craving more.

“Let’s sneak out.” He whispers, you smirk rising from the bed, he sits on the edge watching you wear his hoodie and some leggings, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to his body. His little explosions on your sides making you hungrier for more of him.

You put your arms around his neck bringing him closer as you gently played with his hair, “come on I want ice cream.”

He rolled his eyes as you both go towards the balcony, grabbing your waist closer before the explosions flew from his hand. You were in the air, the wind flew through your hair, Bakugo admired you watching as you threw your head back letting your face feel the cool air, you loved the wind on your face. You finally saw the ground closer and closer, your shoes landing onto the ground, Bakugo helping you.

He was being sweet, holding your hand, asking if you were okay every couple of minutes. “You have to give Kiri recognition; he was able to get you to even go to Deku’s birthday.”

You smirked at his grumble, “I went because of you dumbass.”

“I think you just love Deku so much.” You tease as even Bakugo had turned up with a card for the boy.

“You really want to be punished don’t yah.” He spoke smirking, his horny mind wanting to fuck you on the road, you jab his side making him get out of his fantasy world.

Before dragging him towards the 24/7 ice cream place, clinging onto his arm to gain warmth, “why didn’t you were more layers.”

“I wanted to be closer to you, you’ll bring me warmth.”

“Dumbass I would’ve still given you warmth anyway.” You pout as he ordered both your ice creams, you got all giddy as Bakugo passed the ice cream too you.

“Don’t drop it.” You stick your tongue out before licking the tip of the ice cream.

Bakugo watched inattentively, his own ice cream melting, he takes your hand walking outside, “if you keep licking the ice cream like that you won’t make it back to the dorms in one piece.”

You giggled at his teasing manner continuing to lick it slowly, some ice cream falling down your fingers, slowly bringing your fingers to your mouth to suck away the stickiness. “You’re really trying to get me to fuck you in an alleyway aren’t you.”

“I would never tease you.” You continued the charade before both of you finished the ice creams.

His fingers having some of the ice cream covering it, he brought it to your mouth, you opened instinctively “so needy aren’t you.”

You nod starting to suck on his fingers to make them no longer sticky, he took his fingers from your mouth, the saliva surrounding it as he rubbed it on your lips, “such a good girl.”

He loved teasing you, watching as your fingers wrapped around his own, “I’m still cold.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling you in front of him, his hands went underneath your hoodie as you both continued to walk forward, the heat from his hands bringing comfort and warmth to your body. His head rests on your shoulder, matching your height. It was a perfect moment, showing love and appreciation for one another, his hands would glide up and down and nothing could ruin it.

Well, that’s what you thought.

The sound of children shouting at one another made you flinch, it was nearing 4am, and two children at this hour was abnormal. Both Bakugo and yours head turned facing the alleyway, “we should check it out.”

“But the moment.” He scowls.

You hit his chest, grabbing his hand from underneath your hoodie. Dragging him down the alleyway, it was silent a few sobs coming from further in before you are met with two children, an older boy with his blond hair that strikingly resembled Bakugo’s and y/e/c eyes that looked frustrated. Behind his arms that he had put out to what you assumed was his sister was a much younger girl with y/h/c and red eyes that were filled with tears.

“They’re crying Suki.” You say going over to the two kids, “Hi, do you guys know where your parents went, we’re students at UA maybe we can help you?”

You speak softly, the older boy giving a glare as the girl stopped crying. “Kaiya, stay back they might be villains.” The boy strongly speaks.

He reminded you of someone, but you couldn’t put your finger on it, Bakugo comes towards them both, an angry scowl on his face. “Daddy.” Kaiya shouted before running up to Bakugo, your eyes widened and so did the boys.

“Y/n why is this child clinging to me?” Bakugo spoke annoyingly, Kaiya still clinging to his leg. You could see her better in the light with a yellow hair clip moving her hair out of her damp eyes.

“Ryo look its daddy, he came back.” Ryo looked between Bakugo and you.

“Kaiya, Ryo he’s not your daddy, we’re only 17 and Bakugo doesn’t have kids.” Your voice was soft, but they clearly weren’t listening.

“That’s our surname, where’s mummy?” Kaiya whined still latching onto Bakugo.

“Mummy?” Bakugo finally spoke, her whines made him pick the girl up, she stopped as you stood up, Ryo still looking up at both of you.

“You left us daddy, you said you’d be five minutes and you and mummy left.” Kaiya scolded Bakugo, his eyes widening.

“Y/n what the fuck is going on?”

“Don’t swear in front of them.” You slapped his chest going back to the boy.

“Ryo, can you explain to your sister he’s not her father.” Ryo had been staring blankly at you before he kicked Bakugo in the side.

“Why is this kid kicking me?” Before he could stop Ryo, Ryo’s hands erupted into explosions. Your eyed widened at the boy.

“Ryo, stop, put it out.” You tried to suppress the explosions seeing that they were more powerful and covered his arms more than his hands. The power it had could kill someone, “Ryo, please.”

The explosions stopped at the hear of your plead, “you left us old man.”

Bakugo became even more confused choosing to ignore the old man part, as you eyed the two kids, the darkness continued, and they seemed to be hungry. “Look why don’t we get some food and you two can explain what happened?”

“Will mummy be there?” Kaiya asked enthusiastically.

“Mummy’s already here.” Ryo spoke grabbing your hand, your face was still. Bakugo looked between you and the kid holding his hand.

You didn’t speak, both you and Bakugo in silence at the situation. You weren’t their parents; they were just confused kids. You reached the same ice cream parlour, walking in as you were finally able to see the children properly and they you. “Mummy.” Kaiya shouted as the people working at the shop looked concerned.

“Be quiet idiot.” Bakugo scolded as he went to order ice cream, you made the two kids sit next to each other waiting for Bakugo’s return.

“Mummy why did you and daddy leave us?” You felt a pang in your heart, what kind of parents would leave two children to fend for themselves, they were clearly seeking some sort of parental figures and you two were the first ones they found.

Bakugo came back with a tray of ice cream, handing you your favourite, the two kids took the other. “You got my favourite.” They both squealed.

“How did you know?” You ask Bakugo his arm resting behind your shoulders.

He huffs, “I just did.”

You found that unusual that Bakugo had gotten both their favourites but dismissed any further idea, as they happily ate you looked at the two children who looked happy as if they were with there family.

“Do you two want to explain what happened now?” Bakugo mutters not paying attention to the kids, you watch them intensively.

“You and mum took us to the beach, but a big scary villain attacked, you both left us with Uncle Kiri and went to go fight the villain, but this man hit Uncle Kiri and sent us into an alleyway, but you both found us and now it’s dark and I want to go home.” Ryo was clearly over exaggerating, but he knew Kirishima so he had to know of you both somehow.

“We need to take them to Aizawa, we can’t leave them.” You tell Bakugo.

“Yeah I know, but then he’ll know we fucking snuck out.” You grabbed his hand, to prevent any nervousness from mostly yourself.

“Unless we just say we heard them outside.” You try and think of lies before looking at the two kids, “do you think they’re ours?”

“No.” Bakugo doesn’t say anymore, you had thought about kids and had loved the idea especially with Bakugo, but could they really be yours.

Kaiya puts her arms out to be held, “I ain’t holding her.”

You roll your eyes at your boyfriend picking her up, Ryo grabs Bakugo’s hand, the small boy making Bakugo confused before Bakugo grabbed your free hand. You walk silently towards UA; it wasn’t that far but flying had been a lot quicker. Before you finally reached the dorms, it was nearing early morning where some of your class had woken up.

You walk through the entrance with the two children in tow, “where’s Aizawa?” You ask Midoriya who was outside practising some moves, you saw the clock inside striking 6am knowing everybody would be groggily getting up for class.

“Deku.” Ryo shouted letting go of Bakugo’s hands, a scowl at how the young blond ran to Deku who was scared.

“Ugh hello?” Deku spoke confused.

“Ryo come back here.” Bakugo muttered, Ryo walked back slowly saying a yes dad.

“Dad?” Bakugo gave a scowl to Deku before making everybody walk inside, most of the class was already up and seeing you and Bakugo with two kids was confusing to say the least.

“Who are the kids?” Kirishima spoke first as by now the whole class had come down whilst you waited for Aizawa who Bakugo had gone to get.

“Uncle Kiri.” The two kids shouted; even more confusion came from the class. They watched as Kirishima’s face flushed at the two kids who were running towards him.

“Don’t shout.” You told them off leaning against the sofa.

“Yes mum.” The shock that came from everybody’s faces, even Aizawa who had arrived with Bakugo watching the two kids.

“Did you explain?” You asked the two kids running back as they jumped onto the sofa sitting beside you.

“Yeah we’d gone on a run and saw them.” You nodded at the lie before Ryo spoke.

“Where are we, old man?” The two words you hadn’t expected him to repeat as he looked at Bakugo, who looked like he was about to kill the kid.

“Katsuki don’t.” You were tired and Kaiya had moved to lie on you to try and gain some sleep.

“Let me call someone, they might be able to sort this out.” Aizawa swiftly left not even questioning the lie.

Mina was the first one to speak however as Bakugo sat beside you, Ryo climbing on top to sit on his lap. “You can’t deny it they look like you both?”

“What? No, they don’t dumbass, we look totally different.” Bakugo was in denial and you had accepted that maybe they were from the future.

“Kacchan, we all see it.” Deku speaks.

Bakugo scowled at everybody as you hummed a song in Kaiya’s ear to make her fall asleep. Momo sat down in front ready to ask questions to the hyperactive Ryo, “Ryo, is it, how old are you and your sister?”

“I’m 7 and Kaiya is 5.” He speaks proudly, you stroked the boys hair Bakugo tense as the boy held his hand.

“And your surnames?” Momo continued, everybody wanting to hear this,

“Bakugo.” He spoke happily, it confirmed it all.

“And Y/n and Katsuki are your parents?” He nods, your hands still in his blond hair.

“Dad you were telling us about the first time you met mum when we were on the beach.” Ryo started playing with the silver band on Bakugo’s fingers.

“And where was that?” You ear perked at wanting to hear the answer.

Kaiya had drifted off, happily lying on your chest, “you both met at UA dad said you fell in love with him at the first time you met, but you told me that you thought he was an…”

You both speak in sync, “egotistical bitch.”

You didn’t know what to say as the boy happily played with Bakugo’s fingers, the rest of the class looking utterly astonished and for the first time Bakugo was lost for words. Aizawa walked back in with a woman you didn’t recognise, she introduced herself quickly. You didn’t care for her name, instead her quirk which let her identify connections between people which made her the most suitable for this situation.

“I need to touch your hands.” You put your hand out as Bakugo disgruntledly does as well before Ryo puts his hand on top and you put Kaiya’s on her as well. She closed her eyes as if she was working out all of the connections that the four of you would have with one another.

Before finally opening her eyes she grabbed a pen and paper quickly writing everything down which looked like an extensive list, your whole class waited patiently, intrigued to know her answer. “well here it is, Ryo and Kaiya are both siblings, Y/n is their mother and Katsuki is their father, and Y/n and Katsuki aren’t blood related but are marri…”

Aizawa coughs as everybody knew what the last word was. They were yours and you and Bakugo had lasted, even married in the future, you were able to have a family with him.

“They’re are what?” Bakugo was shocked to say the least.

“I told you, old man.” Ryo laughed at the boy.

You thanked the woman as you looked at Aizawa, “I already called the commission they’ll be here in a couple hours, go take them to your rooms.”

You nod carefully holding Kaiya and Ryo had started to fall asleep on Bakugo as well. The way Bakugo held him made you go soft inside; it was truly perfect and a sight for sore eyes. Moving into the closest room, which was Bakugo’s you all stepped inside, letting them sleep on his bed.

“What do you think they’ll do to them?”

“Hopefully find a way back for them, future us needs our kids after all.” You went beside the wall, making sure the two kids didn’t fall as Bakugo joined the other side, they slept peacefully in between the two of you.

“You really think we’ll have these two then.”

“It’s confirmed now, I’m…glad it’s with you.” Bakugo was acting nicer as he moved his daughters hair from her face.

“You’d be an amazing father Katsuki.”

“So, would you, princess.” You giggled as he moved his fingers into your own, you had started to drift off to sleep, Bakugo watching as he did see a family in front of him before he fell asleep himself.

You both slept peacefully before hearing banging on your door, “what time is it?” You mutter stretching your arms, there was no sign of the two kids, but you hadn’t realised it was only 6am (again?) and the sound of Kirishima’s voice echoed through the room.

“Baby wake up?” You giggle as his arm was wrapped around your own.

“One more minute.” His morning voice turning you on, you loved how rough and deep it got when he was tired.

You hit his head as he finally got up, you gave him a small peck before you left for your own room, not noticing anything to be different. He let you go and as you quickly got changed into your uniform you ran down the steps ready to eat some breakfast.

Bakugo sat beside you, his hand on your thigh, “I like the hair clip.”

You were confused before you touched your hair, unclipping it you saw a bright yellow colour, it was cute but definitely for a child, you didn’t even know where it came from. “Suki we went for ice cream last night and then we came straight back didn’t we?” You question.

“Yeah dumbass.” You nod before he speaks again, “last night was a blur.”

It was it felt like something was missing from your memories and you didn’t know what it was, even the hair clip brought a pain in your chest. You dismissed the idea entirely, you and Bakugo continued on happily eating and talking. He gave you a soft kiss whilst nobody was looking, it was soft and filled with love and comfort. Whatever you had both forgotten you were sure you’d find out one day what it was.

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[panicinart]

🔞 Nsfw alphabet 🔞

☎️ OG Billy Lenz ☎️

It's time for some Chaotic Rat Gremlin

Also side note I'm at the moment reader the novel and ngl I changed a few things since it didn't fit his character very well. I'm not that far with it but I hope I did a good job with interpreting his character :)

A = Aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

☎️You know that feeling were you're really tired but got some extra suppressed energy, so you just kinda stand there in hell? That's him.

☎️Billy doesn't know if he should run around naked and do his usual rat gremlin stuff or fall asleep so hard like someone drugged him with something.

☎️Either way it's going to be a ride, because you're gonna need to catch a naked rat man running around before the sorority sisters come, or your whole bed is drenched in drool.

B = Body part (how is their body build? any favorite body part of them and their partner?)

☎️A fucking twunk, he probably was more of a twink before he met you because bitch only got small amounts of food and not that many opportunitys to build up muscles.

☎️Billy has a bit of a biceps, back muscle, and leg muscle but that's really it. He also doesn't have a lot of hair mostly a bit on his chest, crotch area and a small hair trail that bairly connects those points. If he goes all out he is also able to grow a bit arm and leg hair.

☎️Honestly I feel like this gremlin is proud of the little chest hair he has, so he really likes that area. He sometimes squeezes his man milkers and you cannot change my mind on that.

☎️Billy LOVES his s/o's thighs and chest! Big, small, doesn't matter their great (especially the thighs, their a gate way to something great).

☎️With the chest it is more of a thing that he thinks is funny, his grabby hands sometimes poke, squeeze and lightly slap them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

☎️Doesn't produce a lot of cum, but it is STICKY. The cum is very white, and kinda like chewing gum. It comes in spurts and god help him this man can shoot a load meters away, he shoot his load more then he can count into his eye, and also yours.

☎️He also produces A LOT of precum

☎️It doesn't have a lot of taste, maeby a bit on the sour / bitter side???

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, do they have a dirty secret?)

☎️Billy has some kinks (???) that aren't really good for him, for example he would beg to be humiliated but after the act he will be a sobbing mess, be angry or thinks all the things his partner told him are true. Basically self destructive tendencies that he let's out with sex in an unhealthy way.

E = Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

☎️Surprisingly he kinda knows what he does, were did he got that info?? Who knows, Billy certainly can't remember, (probably watched some people geting it on or stole a porn magazine).

F = Favorite position (which position(s) do the like the most?)

☎️All positions are great positions as one confused and wise attic gremlin sayd.

☎️But in all honesty it depends on his mood so here are his top 5 in no particular order:

Kepper

Stick figure

Grasshopper

Counterblow

Valedictorian

G = Goofy (are they more serious or do the like to clown around?)

☎️This man has a hard time staying serious, there are rare moments were he stays focused while being on the mission to go to pound town. Most of the time you hear him giggle, snorting and sometimes saying random one liners that he pulls out of his ass that don't make sense to you, but he still laughs like he heard the funniest shit in the world.

H = Hair (any hair down there? How do they groom it?)

☎️The hair is quite thin and a bit curly, it's a good amount of hair but not a forest, because Billy doesn't take care of it the hair it is all over the place and can look a bit overwhelming.

☎️Billy doesn't really groom it and since it's the 70s, he also doesn't shave it

I = Intimacy (how are they during sex in a romantic aspect?)

☎️He is generally not the romantic type so don't hope for rose pedals and lit candles.

☎️When he is in a more lucid state he will give your face small and sweet kisses while he giggles happily with a manic undertone.

J = Jack off / Jill off (how do they masturbate and how often?)

☎️Before he met you? Probably almost daily. The pumps are fast and eager without a rythm and really messy.

K = Kink (any kinks?)

☎️There is almost nothing he wouldn't try at least once, Billy is an adventurous and curious guy, so I keep it down to a hand full.

☎️Dirty talk, it's either messy game with words that he repeats like a broken record or really fucking good, not in a poetic way but the filth that comes from his mouth is GOOD. But he often does it when he is more unstable, be a bit more careful around him especially if the words become messier and messier.

☎️Breeding, not in a way of wanting children, god no don't let this man near kids, he is scared of them and they are scared of him, but more in a way of wanting to see you stuffed with his cum. He may not produce a lot but he got the Stamina for that, the only question that lays in the room is, if you can keep up with him.

☎️ We all know that he is really into voyeurism, it doesn't even need to be sexual he just likes watching you. If you give him a small show he will vibrated with anticipation and pounce on you immediately.

☎️Phone sex, do I need to say anything more?? It's thrilling for him and sometimes it gets paired up with a bit of roleplay (unintentionally most of the time) , the whole act is also a great way to tease him. Just don't do it too much, he can take a bit but it's a fine line of a horny Billy and an angry Billy.

☎️There is still so much more but god dammit I will be here forever.

Edging, overstimulation, Pegging, Thigh jobs, geting his hair pulled, praise and many more!

L = Location (were do they like to have sex?)

☎️The thought of fucking you everywhere is really alluring but he mostly does it in the bed and attic. He doesn't want to risk getting caught and honestly the thought alone that people could be near gives him anxiety.

M = Motivation (what turns them on/gets them going?)

☎️Everything, you could just walk around and he could pop a boner. The guy is just really unpredictable and his moods can swing erratically which influences his horniness a lot.

☎️But if we assume he is in a more stable mindset where is squirrel brain isn't high on sugar here are a few things that always work;

Soft and sensual touches on arms and thighs

Teasing/slight tickling with fingers on the back of his neck to the end of his spine

Showing a bit more skin the usually and having direct eye contact that lingers a bit longer then the norm

Any close contact to his crotch area, the man will jump on you like a dog

N= No (what's a turn off/they don't want to do?)

☎️Getting too violent, it's more of a safety thing for your own health. He can quickly slip in a dangerous mindset, ESPECIALLY at the beginning of the relationship and I doubt you like to be the moaner's next murderer victim.

☎️Billy can't stand brats in bed it irritates him, or just any kind of attitude.

☎️He also doesn't like it if his s/o dirty talks back, when he does it it often doesn't register in his mind, so if his lovely partner does it, it kind of disgust and displeases him greatly.

O = Oral (do they like to give or receive? How is their skill? How do they react during receiving?)

☎️He LOVES to give oral, Billy could die between your legs and honestly, that's the way he wants to go. He also wouldn't say no to a blowjob and would get ecstatic with the offer (if he didn't ask demanded first).

☎️But sadly Billy isn't that skillful, he makes a lot of sloppy noises and purposely makes a mess, spit, your juices and possibly his cum will be splattered across your whole crotch area and thighs.

☎️He does well alright tho, it isn't anything special but the way he has his grabby boney fingers grab at your body restlessly and his tongue tasting every corner makes it up for any lack of knowledge he has. His tounge is also really long.

☎️You think he stays still when you go down on him?? Oooooh no, god you might have to tie his hands up. They would grab anything they can get, cushion, objects your hair ect, and the guy will pull and squeeze it like his live depends on it.

☎️He also will buck his hips into you and straight up face fucks you, ya need a lot of strength in your arms and hands if you want Billy to stay still. Also the noise he makes? For some it can be really hot but for other a huge turn of, he chokes on his own spit and the moans can sound really animalistic and loud. Either gag him or let everyone know you get hot and heavy with him. That is if anyone is in the house.

P = Pace (how is their thrusting? Hard, fast, deep ect)

☎️He goes FAST, like a bunny in heat, so you better be prepared to have some bruising from his violent thrusting.

☎️The thrust are also relatively hard but 0 rythm.

☎️ His dick also sometimes just slips out, it happened a few times that he also completely missed the targed and rams his dick full speed to your ass (and continues like a champ).

☎️And if your afab he probably "accidentally" buries his junk in the wrong whole.

Q = Quickie (do they like Quickies, if yes how often?)

☎️Yes god he loves them, he often uses them to get rid of extra energy or pent up emotions and there is A LOT , (just be a bit careful with the emotions, maeby talk it out (if you manage to have a reasonable conversation with this rat of a man) what he feels and why he wants to do it, safe words is also a good idea).

R = Risk (any risk their willing to do?)

☎️Fucking you in a room while the sorority sisters are right next to it, he would be so drowned in the bliss that he forgetshis anxiety, but if you are able to comfort him afterwards do it. He often slips into a bad and sometimesaggressivemanic state untreated. (Again,it's a mess if you don't want to get caught, gag the man).

S = Stamina (how long can they go? How long do they last?)

☎️Bitch can go all night, no joke he recovers fast and his hunger for you has no end. He may take small breaks in between the rough fucking, but I'm gonna tell ya his grip on you is like steel he won't let go of you.

T = Toys (any toys they like? If yes, what toys do they like on themselves and on their partner?)

☎️He think's their funny and definitely will mess around with them. Use as many as your kinky heart desires he will follow lead.

☎️On him? Great he waits eagerly on the bed almost jumping from the spot because he is so excited. He loves vibrators and nipple clamps, but collars are good too!

☎️On you? Lord have mercy on your poor soul because you didn't know what's coming for you. Honey you got a big storm coming. But please teach him how to use them and what feels good and what not or else he will stab your insides with a dildo.

U = Unfair (are they a tease? How do they react if teased?)

☎️Billy goes always straight to the point, but sometimes he teases which often happens without his intentions.

☎️The whole thing gets even worse when he goes down on you. This man has bairly any cohesive thoughts what makes you think that he can concentrate for a solid minute. While he is doing it his mind is already somewhere else, which makes him stop for a few seconds or slow down, or not giving the right spots the attention they need. So your agonizingly lay between the almost orgasmic feeling and under stimulation.

V = Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

☎️Not necessarily LOUD but people will know what's going on (if you go down on him it's a whole other thing).

☎️The noises he normally makes is strangled / chocked up moans, groaning, giggling or straight up laughing and some mumbling that you for the most part don't fully hear.

W = Wild card (random nsfw headcanon(s))

☎️Billy has a thing for submissive and innocent people, it is more fun to see them react to his vulgar and partly extreme behavior. The way the Yelp when he gives them a rough handling or spurts out the most filthiest thing makes his blood boil. It just something of corrupting someone innocent, sweet and well mannered to something that can only be described as a human mess is making him more feral then he already is. Bonus points if they are covered in his cum and drool.

☎️If somehow you both manage to a a healthy relationship this man will go down your pants faster then the speed of light. And Billy gets quite upset if you say no to him.

☎️Likes to suprise his s/o with him wanking it in front of you in the worst time you can imagine. Ho? Your bringing in the groceries and are in a hurry because the ice cream will melt? Suprises Billy blocks the doorway and rubs his dick violently while having direct eye contact. If you manage to walk past him he will follow you around trying to put your hands on his dick, or even try's to get a blowjob out of you. If not well then his hand and your thighs or ass will do the job too!

☎️Loves to bite and suck on your neck it's also something that gets him going like nothing else, nobody know why but it does.

X = X-ray (what's going on under those clothes?)

☎️Not exactly fat, but he got something packing, around 6.5 inches in length and 5.3 inches in girth. The man is cut and got some thin veins here and there.

Y = Yearning (how high is their libido?)

☎️High, just say your into the mood from another room while having a mouth full of stuff and the man will go crashing down the attic before you finish your sentence even tho it was bairly understandable on what you sayd.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep?)

☎️It's always different one time he is knockout in a few seconds the other night he was awake for another 4 hours, it just depends on how much gymnastics you both needed to make and how bad his manic episode is.

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Epiphany

A collection of  NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5) (pt. 6) (pt. 7) (pt. 8)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit  into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: future smut

You had just finished drying your hair when you heard someone knocking on the door. Your heart skipped a beat knowing very well who it was since Taeyong had called to warn you, but you quickly collected yourself before opening the door.

 There was Doyoung panting against the door frame, some strands of his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. As soon as your eyes met you felt the urge to throw yourself into his arms and forget about what you and Taeyong had been working on, but your pride stopped you and reminded you you deserved better.

 “What do you want?”, you tried to sound as cold as possible. 

Doyoung, on the other hand, looked fragile. His eyes were glassy as if he was trying his best not to cry, his body quivered but stayed glued to the same spot and his mouth opened and closed a couple of times, everything he had planned to say long forgotten.

“Oh”, was all he could articulate with you scent suffocating him but you remained stoic. 

“Is that all?”

At this the pair of dark eyes that had been scanning your bare legs, looked back up and got lost into yours.

“Y/n…”, he whispered, closing his eyes and smiling weakly. “Y/n, y/n, y/n.”

And then his body collapsed, falling unconscious on the floor. 

“W-what are you doing?”,you asked  and when he didn’t reply you started to panic. “Doyoung?” you insisted kneeling next to him and slapping his face gently but he still wouldn’t react, the only vital sign coming from his body being his chest rising and falling agitatedly.

Your heart dropped at the sight. 

Was he ill? Was it something serious? Should you call someone?

All those questions invaded your mind as you dragged his limp body to the couch and grabbed your phone to call Taeyong.

“Hello? Y/n are you okay?”, his voice sounded hysterical. 

“He’s not moving, Taeyong. He won’t wake up,” you stumbled over your words. 

“Doyoung? That’s weird, he seemed to be fine ear-,” there was a long pause and then you could hear a lot of movement from the other end of the line, like Taeyong was looking desperately for something. “Y/n, does he have a fever?”

You immediately touched his forehead  and your concern grew even more. 

“He’s burning! Oh, god...What do I do?”

“...Is he-?”, Taeyong coughed awkwardly. “I-is he hard?”

You stared at your phone wide-eyed, almost offended that he would ask something like that in this situation.

“Excuse me?”, you scoffed, but instinctively looked at Doyoung’s crotch and “...Yes, he is.”

“Well, fuck.”

“Is this his heat?”

“Yep.”

“Can’t he take suppressants?”

“He did”, Taeyong sighed. “I just found both his and my suppressants boxes in his room, almost empty. Suppressants lose their efficiency when a werewolf meets their mate because ideally that would mean they have someone to go through their heat with now, but since you two are not really together I assume he has been stuffing himself with these.”

“What?! Isn’t that dangerous?”, you asked. Behind you, Doyoung was starting to regain some consciousness, letting out some whimpers.

“Suppressants aren’t dangerous for us.If anything, his hormones got tired of being shut down and his body is rejecting the suppressants in order to claim his mate. He’ll just be hella horny and in a bit of pain, but he will be fine after it wears off.”

“Oh okay uh…”, you swallowed nervously. “Can someone come pick him up?”

“Uh...Sorry, y/n. but that’s not possible.”

“If not you, then one of your brothers! You mentioned you had many-”

“That’s not the problem. Any of us would be more than willing to help him. Always,” he said and you could sense the honesty in his voice. “But no other male should be anywhere near a werewolf’s mate during their heat. If I or any of my brothers went there, it would lead to immediate confrontation.”

“Then...what do I do?”, you asked over the sound of Doyoung shifting against the rough material of the couch.

“...What do you want to do?”,Taeyong asked.

“Me? I’m really bad at taking care of ill people. Should I get a damp cloth to reduce the fever?”

You heard a long sigh and a low curse before Taeyong spoke again.

“A heat is not a regular fever. It can only get better with a)suppressants, which we established are useless now, b)waiting a few days until it’s over, which will be very painful for him since he’ll be near his mate but can’t have her, or c)by having sex.”

“Having s-sex?” you repeated dumbly. Your face heated up, remembering how good it felt to make out with him and how fast he made you cum without taking anything off. But yeah, he left you there without a word, and that hurt. “No.There’s a reason I asked you to help me break the bond. The potion is ready.”

“Then you have that option too, although I still wish you didn’t do that,” he mumbled the last part almost too low but you still caught it. “You can watch him suffer for a week instead-”

“A week?!”

“Normally it would take three to four days for his heat to be over, but he has been suppressing it for months, so it may take even longer and, as I said, we can’t pick him up until it’s over.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, or you could fuck,” he said like it was the logical thing to do.

“No!”

“What is there to lose, Y/n? He already marked you, didn’t he? It can’t get worse than that, so why not just give it a try? You are very attracted to him, don’t even try to lie to me. You can at least help him get rid of the heat sooner so you both can have a proper conversation and if by then you still haven’t changed your mind you can  use the potion.”

He was right, you would be lying if you said you didn’t want him. You shivered thinking about how he would feel inside of you and pressed your thighs together looking for friction.

“I don’t know, Taeyo-” 

Before you got to finish your sentence, your phone was removed from your hand. You turn around to see Doyoung standing over you, staring at your phone in his hand, before turning it off and throwing it to the couch.

“Don’t talk to other males when your mate is right here.”

[chocolate-parfait]

omg i adore your writing so I want to get in here before the crowd lol, if you wouldn’t mind could you do C, K, and Y on the prompt list for Arthur from IkemenVamp or Mitsuhide from IkemenSen?

i hope you have a marvelous day/night whatever the sky is painted at the moment and thank you!!

Thank you, honey! Enjoy🥰🥰

Arthur

Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Arthur is a spontaneously affectionate person and is always seen touching you in some sort of way. It can just be resting his hand on your leg or holding your hand under the table, his gestures can vary from the most genuine expressions of love to more teasing ones like his slender fingers traveling a bit too high up your thigh.

Other times, usually at night, he can get very clingy and needy, but do not blame him; it's more than natural for people to require attention late at night, and if you're at the beginning of your relationship then he may still be struggling with his trauma, so indulge him and keep him company in his room. Sit in his lap or play with his hair, he will be putty in your hands. During said moments he will be especially vulnerable, and you'll be able to take the lead with ease. He particularly loves it when you hug him to your chest and caress his head with utmost affection; it makes him feel safe, protected and loved. Plus!! he gets to hear your heartbeat, a reminder that you're there with him

In general, Arthur is a natural when it comes to affection (PDA in particular), but every now and then you may catch him off guard with random kisses on the cheek and be blessed with the sight of his cute blushing face. Actually, all you need to do is to be bolder than usual when he's least expecting it; he will flirt right back of course, but those few moments of delighted shock from his part can be quite the fuel for both of you

Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His kisses are either tender, playful or just sloppily needy. Most of the time he goes for the more playful ones, which involve suppressed smiles, giggles and hands squishing the other's cheeks. His tender kisses are the closest you'll get to a chaste peck. Arthur may have his boyish side, but he always kisses you to either make you flustered, because he's horny or because it's a spontaneous gesture of love. They are born from a sudden surge of love, but Arthur isn't capable of expressing his affection in a way that mirrors the pureness of his feelings, not when he's so damn horny all the time-

One of the hottest things ever is when he sighs and groans inside the kiss. It gets the both of you going so much, it's always a nice way to start a tiring night and a makeout session.

Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He would be so, so nervous and fidgety!! He would annoy Theo so much that the guy would probably start threatening him to just go and propose already. He'd plan everything in advance, but then something would go wrong towards the end, destroying his chances of looking as smooth and cool as he wanted. You're out taking care of your detective commissions, just as usual. He got half the city to help him in his scheme, and without you knowing, he's slowly guiding you towards a very fancy dinner in an equally fancy restaurant. Because of a very “weird” twist of events, you have to infiltrate said restaurant in search of a lost object/a piece of information. Guess you'll have to wear your best dress! When you're least expecting it (or probably after Arthur tripped over his own words and you caught up to his act), he gets down on one knee and proposes to you. The poor man is trembling, and his blue orbs are clouded over with insecurity. Despite all you went through, he's still set on the idea that he doesn't deserve you, that you're with him just out of pity, that you'd be better off with someone else. Say yes, and you'll see him struggling to recover from the most dumbfounded of expressions you have ever seen.

“S-so, ___, would... would you give me the honor of becoming your husband?”

Mitsuhide

Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He mainly loves two things when cuddling with you: the size difference and the satisfied expression on your pretty face.

When in bed he loves laying behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling your body flush to his. Sooner or later you always end up facing him, and he seeks out the warmth of the crook of your neck, placing feather-like kisses on your skin as he traces the contours of your features.

He absolutely adores it whenever you reach for his face and rest your palms against his cheeks. He just really likes feeling your warmth in general, but this gesture is, to him, a very explicit display of affection coming from both. After all, how many people do you think have ever managed to do such thing to THE Mitsuhide Akechi's face? That's how much he trusts you! Also, his body temperature is, for some reason, always pretty low, and your body heat is very comforting, especially in winter. Sometimes he will take one of your hands and place a lingering kiss on it.

Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

His tongue may not function properly when it comes to foods but oh boy do you taste divine. It must be his brain tricking him or else he wouldn't be able to explain such a mystery. Is this what he has been missing all his life? Surely, he has a lot of catching up to do...

Mitsuhide likes kissing the back of your hand and giving you a tender peck on the cheek every now and then. He'd rather not do it in the streets or while under the eyes of possible enemies (they might end up targeting you), but he's totally at ease in front of people he trusts, like the warlords and such. If it makes you blush as red as a tomato then all the better! You know how much he loves your flushed face.

In the privacy of your quarters (or in the hallways, when no one's looking) he's way more comfortable and laid back. He will push aside his own needs just to see you covered in the most beautiful shades of embarrassment. He will kiss you until you're breathless, and he will use whatever part of his body to help his lips in such task. Be it his teeth, his hands or even his voice. Mitsuhide will shamelessly and mercilessly kiss you until you can't take it anymore and your mind's going blank with satisfaction.

Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He would prepare in advance, but he wouldn't set up a scene or anything. He would ask you the question during a very intimate moment, and his tone and gaze, solemn yet tender, would convey all the feelings in his heart.

Maybe on the day of your anniversary, or just a particular night where you find yourselves enjoying each other's company in the privateness of your quarters; the moonlit room would fall in a delicate silence as soon as the words fall from his lips, almost as if even the walls had fallen under his magical spell. You stare at him for a few seconds, surprise written all over your features, breath caught in your throat. It'd be a miracle to find the strength to refuse him, not that you want to, of course.

He’s not feeling nervous, either. He has already acknowledged a long time ago the sincerity of your feelings. How could he even question them? All he can do is swear to protect you from the dangers of his job and to give up anything in the world for your happiness.

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Drunk in Love

Todoroki Shouto x fem!reader

So this is my first piece and I’m nervous but here you guys go😖 Also please let me know if you want more content my request are open.

Word Count : 2.8k

A/N: Also not proof read, I wrote this midnight and I am extremely tired. So sorry if there is many mistakes I promise to better.

Warnings : 18+, all characters are aged up, smut, drunk sex, dom reader, alcohol consumption, fluff, sex toy mentioned, cursing, and fem!reader

While putting on the last step of your makeup you thought to yourself if this was the right thing to do. You had begged Shouto to take him to meet his friends, because you wanted to understand his personal life better. But doesn’t mean that you weren’t fucking nervous. When it came to Shouto were nervous about everything that involved you getting into his personal life more. You wanted him happy, that was your biggest goal. 

While lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice your boyfriend of 2 years looking at you with pure admiration.

“ You know you shouldn’t stress to much Y/N.”

Pulling away from your thoughts you turned to look at him 

“ Well I can’t help it. What if they don’t like me” you trembled 

“ We can always cancel and call for takeo-”

“No!”

Even though you were nervous, doesn’t mean you were going to back down from this. This is nothing, right?

Finishing up with your makeup, Shouto had stared the car. It was Kirishima’s 27th birthday. Shouto had said that your going to this nice ass restaurant. “ The finest of them all” he smirked. 

On the way their you hand were shaking badly. You had always struggled with anxiety growing up, and meeting new people was a trigger. But you wanted to challenge yourself because you knew you could do it. And so did he.

Noticing that your hands were shaking he grabbed them at the red light. Heating up his left side to bring some comfort to them he smiled to you. “You know, I love you with all my being” he whispered. You gave him a small smile to hide your fear. 

Arriving at the restaurant, you took in a shaky breath and headed inside. Walking inside you can hear, what you assumed as his classmates, talking loudly. Getting closer you heard his friends shout his name. They were all sitting at a long rectangular table with beautiful center places.

“Hey Todoroki-kun” someone man with green curls shout

“Hey guys. Everyone I want you to meet my girlfriend Y/L/N, Y/N” Shouto shouted with excitement.

Coming from behind Shouto, “ Hi, but please call me Y/N” you gulped

After being introduced to everyone, you sat next to Mina at the end of the table. Once seated your were given a glass of wine, as soon as you received it you chugged it down without anyone noticing. Trying to be classy and not looking like an alcoholic. But then later you had gotten your 2nd glass of the night. 

As the night continued on you could see there was nothing to worry about in the first place. Everyone was sweet, no one judged you, and this group was the funniest people to be around. Now even though you had calmed down with your nerves, you were on your 5th glass of wine. You usually didn’t drink on the regular, and also your a massive light weight so you could feel wine getting to you. 

“So Y/N tell me about yourself. Its not everyday that Shouto brings an attractive girl to meet us” Momo spoke.

You looked up finishing your last bite of the birthday cake served. You tried your best to not slur your words, but now it was up to god if he was gonna let you embarrass yourself in front of Shouto’s friends.

“Aww thank you. Well for starters I’m the top OBGYN at Tokyo Central Hospital. My quirk allows me to make the birthing process quicker and painless for the mother. And also I just love babies.” you said calmly. 

Now you were starting to feel the wine really get to you. Its not like you were a sloppy drunk or a mean drunk. But a HORNY drunk.  And you were starting to feel pulses down there. So you crossed your legs tightly to relieve some of the tension that was currently happening in your panties. But someone also started to notice your little movements. And he felt the need to tease you. 

He placed is hand on your thigh, really close to your core. In fact his pinky was rubbing your slit slightly through your thin skirt.

Heat started to rise to your checks and you started to feel hot. Trying to push his hand away without the others noticing, you looked up to see him that smirk. The smirk you knew that we wasn’t playing, The smirk that you knew that yours guts were about to be rearranged. The smirk you knew that you may need to take the next day off. Still trying to take off his hand, Kirishima stood up and started, “ I want to say thank you everyone one for this night, and Y/N it was pleasure to meet you. And uhh Happy Birthday to me.” Once he finished everyone stood up to walk out as the night was ending, but for you,

No honey the night was just starting.

Finally getting Shouto’s hand off, you stood up quickly to head to the car, but you were stopped by the group of girls.

“ Hey Y/N, can I just say I have never seen Todoroki-kun so happy with someone, the way he’s happy with you.” Mina spoke.

“Yeah, Todoroki doesn’t smile the way he smiles around.” Tsyu ribbited

It made you feel warm to know that the person you love most  in this world, felt the same way to the point where his friends picked up on his actions.

“Thank you. I love Todoroki more than anything in the world.” You were starting to get emotional and you knew that you had to leave before you busted out in tears in front of all these people. Shouto and you said your goodbyes and went on your marry little way. 

On your way out, you were stumbling over your heels. Todoroki’s hands on your waist to keep you balanced, you still struggled to get to the car. Annoyed with your heels that were killing your feet you stop and yanked them off. 

“Babe you can’t walk on the floor barefoot. This floor is nasty."

“Well you know what? My feet hurt and I don’t care how you feel!” That last part you slurred your words, yet your boyfriend still understood you and rolled his eyes. 

“You know you get on my nerves “ he said throwing you on his shoulder.

“But you love me right?” you giggled 

After being thrown in the car, and exiting the garage you started to feel the wetness in your panties. Trying to suppress the need of being touch, you move around. And started feeling hot again.

“Baby do you need to throw up?” Todoroki looked at you with concern in his eyes.

“You wanna know something Shouto motherfucking Todoroki?” you hissed, again your drunk.

“You always tease me with your beautiful fucking blue and grey eyes. And your muscular, veiny, soft, and pale hands teasing me in front of your friends. And your doing it while I’m thinking of your beautiful cock.” at this moment in time your boyfriend look towards you but also trying to keep his eyes on the road as your slurring your words. 

And in some way, he started to feel his cock strain against his boxers. You continued to talk about how you like to swallow his cock with your pussy. Now he was starting to get hot, and feeling heat rush to his checks. 

After arriving home after a painful drive of you just speaking your feelings to your man. It started with you talking dirty to him, and then you started crying. Once in the garage Todoroki helped you out of the car, making sure that you didn’t fall. 

In a way your want for Todoroki never went away. 

You wanted him.

And you wanted him bad. 

Walking past you, your boyfriend went to your shared bedroom to start getting ready for the night. You followed him into the bathroom. He walked into your shared closet slowly taking off his watch that you got him for your 2nd anniversary. 

You slowly made your way towards your boyfriend, admiring all his psychical features. The way he unbutton his shirt. How he took it off show casing his broad shoulders. The shoulders you love to claw down, when this man has you feeling nothing but pure bliss.

You lightly traced your fingertips over his shoulder. Feeling your touch, Shouto look towards you with the smirk that made you want to pounce on him.

“Love you have work tomorrow.” Looking away to put his shirt back on the hanger.

“I can always call out. You know this.” You said licking your lips ready to devour him.

“Please” you said with begging eyes.

“How could I ever deny you” he murmured. 

Shouto picked you swiftly placing you on the island in the middle of the closet. He kissed with such dominance, but you weren’t giving in tonight. With him between your legs you wrapped your legs around pulling him into you. Moaning into this kiss as you felt his hard cock pressed onto you aching core. You moved your hand to the back of his neck to push him even closer than you already had him.

No matter how many times you had sex with Todoroki, he always had you excited like a teenage girl. And yes that might sound dumb. But the way this man touches you, kisses you, and holds you. Who wouldn’t be excited to be near him.

You continued to kiss him with passion. You slowly moved your hand to the waistline of his bands to start taking off his belt. Successfully removing the belt, you broke the kiss to remove your top. Throwing it to the floor, with no care in the world. Only for the man in front of you.

Went back to kissing him only to be stop by his finger.

“See the thing is, you shouldn’t rush things, love, you should take your time.” he taunted. 

“Todoroki I don’t have time for your games .” you stated frustrated.

He knew all your buttons, and he knew how to use them against. But so did you. 

“Well then, you don’t have time for me then.” He said backing away from you. 

“Fine, you want play games, we can play games.” You hopped down from the island walking towards your bedroom. Todoroki followed curious to what you were planning. You walked over to your bed bending down to get the toys you had stored away under the bed. 

“What are you doing Y/N”

“Like I said Todoroki, I don’t have time for your games. So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the guest bedroom if you need me.” you walked out with dildo that represented Todoroki’s cock perfectly. Long, thick, and veiny. Everything you needed to satisfy yourself.

Before you could make it to the door, you were stopped in your tracks.

“Where the fuck do you think your going?” He looked down on with anger. But he denied you.  He stopped you. So why is he angry?

“You stopped me remember?” Looked back up, not backing down from a fight.

Todoroki slapped prosthetic toy out of your hand. He picked you back up and moved you toward the bed. Kissing you with frustration but you had something up your sleeve.

He threw you on the bed making you bounce. Getting on top of you, slamming you wrist above your head so you couldn’t move. You gasped from the sudden movement. Wrapping you legs around his waist. Moving his hands away from you to stand up. Standing up you took the chance to remove your skirt with your panties as well, leaving you naked. Once done, Shouto was back on top of you kissing with more passion and less aggression. 

“Shouto please” you pleaded with him trying to have some type of relief.

“What do you want my love? Huh? Why don’t you ride my face.” he chuckled

Taken back by his words, he flipped you so that you were straddling him.

“Come on baby don’t be scared, let me taste you please.” 

And who could say no to that.

You positioned yourself on top of his face. He gripped you thighs tightly making sure they wouldn’t move. 

You moaned feeling him teasing your clit with his tongue. Gripping the sheets above his head you, you couldn’t think anymore. All your senses flew out the door. 

“Fuck” you hear him moan as it vibrated through you. 

“Mhm Sho- Fuck- it feels so aha”  you try saying but not being able to form a sentence.

Then it happened, the coil in you lower stomach started to form and and your hips bucking.

“ Sho, I can’t hold back. AHA”  you moaned and the coil snapped. Your eyes rolling back and your mouth agape.

“ Fuck you taste so fucking good.” he stated while wiping the excess of his face with his thumb making a pop.

As soon as your high came down, you can’t leave him hanging. 

While he was still lying down, you moved your hips down to his cock. Slowly starting to grind your hips on his aching cock. Teasing your clit a little.

“ You are so handsome” kissing him down his chest.

“ I love you so much” looking into his eyes with nothing but lust.

“Now let me treat you” You aligned yourself at the tip of his cock. 

Sinking down slowly on to his throbbing cock. No matter how many times you fuck this cock, this feeling will never leave you. 

Feeling your walls suck him in, Shouto’s hands flew to you hips squeezing them tightly. After adjusting to his size you start to bounce. Slowly grinding to try to stimulate your clit. 

Breathless moans leaves Shouto’s mouth as you continue to ride him. You slowly quicken your pace onto Shouto. 

“Fuck Y/N. Faster please?”

“ You want me to go faster? Then Beg” he looked shocked by the words that just came out of your mouth. And you slowed down your pace to show him that he is going to work for it.

“See baby the thing is you have to work for what you want. You want me to go faster then beg.” 

“Y/N please, ride my cock faster. Please I need it.” he panted

“Good boy. My good boy.” and something in you switched, you went fast and hard.

As continued on, all you could hear is the slapping of your skin and the moans and groans from Shouto’s mouth, filling the room.

You had to lean forward and grip onto the pillow from the building up of the pleasure. You started moving faster with the help of Shouto guiding your hips to move faster.

Then you locked eyes with him all you could see is love and admiration and love.

“ Sho I love you so fucking much” you moaned 

“ Fuck I love you to my love. With all my heart.” he groaned as you kept bouncing.

You looked back into his eye and started kissing him with nothing but love. And you continued to kiss him. Then you felt your second organism building up again. You broke the kiss because it all was to much. Your eyes rolled back and moans leaving your lips, the headboard hitting the wall, gripping the pillow until your knuckles were white.

“ Sho I’m cumming” you let out the loudest moan and came on his cock. Not shortly after, he came filling you up.

Panting hard and both covered in sweat, Shouto started rubbing his fingers down your spine. Your head rested on his shoulder and hair covering your face. 

“Fuck” Shouto let out a low, husky, and deep chuckle. 

“ What was in your wine babe?” he said teasingly.

You chuckled. Removing him from yourself falling next to him. Your turned to him. 

“ I know I said this already but I love you Sho, with all my heart, your the only one I want. I mean it.”

Shouto looked at you with a soft smile. And turned to the nightstand and opened the draw. You looked at him with confusion.

“ I was going to wait until your birthday but it doesn’t matter where I do it. Listen you have been there for me when all I wanted to be was alone. You have been there when I was being a complete asshole,” you chuckled to his remark. “ Without you Y/N, I would be lost and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. You take all of me and I can’t thank you enough for it. But your the one I want, and  all I need is you. So...”

He brought out a red velvet box. Knowing right away what was about to happen,  you sat up in pure excitement. Because you knew the next word that were about to come out of you lover’s mouth, were words that you would never forget.

“Marry me, Y/N”

And that’s a wrap I hope you enjoyed and please tell me if you enjoyed and I’m taking request, so feel free to leave your thoughts, feelings, or your wants from my writing.

2/23/21

[elentiyawhitethorn]

Modern au where feyre and Rhys are roommates and she accidentally kisses him

I Do Bad Things with You

Smut//2486 words

“Gods, do you ever shut up?” Feyre snapped.

Not that she was actually angry. She pissed at herself if anything, for being so fucking wet for her piece-of-shit roommate, even when he was being annoying.

Rhys just smirked. “I was only saying-”

“That maybe next time I should come home earlier so I don’t interrupt your beauty sleep with my loud stomping,” cut in Feyre.

When Rhys had seen her miniskirt and red lipstick, he knew exactly where she was headed. And he had preceded to comment on how loud she had been last time she’d returned from hooking up with some guy - Isaac maybe? - when she had apparently very noisily awoken him in the early hours of the morning.

Rhys winced. “I was only suggesting you try to be a bit more mindful of your surroundings-”

Feyre interrupted once more. “Mindful of my surroundings? Like all the times you’ve brought home some girl and made her scream in the room literally right across from mine? Do you know how hard it is to get to sleep with earbuds in at the loudest volume so you don’t have to hear your annoying roommate fucking some random chick?”

Rhys didn’t even have to decency to look embarrassed. He just smirked that smug smirk of his and said, “They certainly seem to enjoy it, don’t they?”

“Good lord,” Feyre muttered. Though while she may fake irritation, something tight coiled in her gut. Thinking back on the noises those women made, they did seem to enjoy it. And Feyre couldn’t stop herself from wondering what kind of noises Rhys could draw out of her.

Rhys and Feyre had moved in together totally by accident. Feyre’s best friend Mor had set up this whole situation just to bother her, probably, being Rhys’ cousin. She had thought they could become friends at first, and when he had turned out to be a smirky, egotistical jerk, avoiding him had seemed the better option. But Rhys was always there; helping Feyre with random shit, flirting, bothering her when she told him to piss off, flirting some more...

And now he somehow had the nerve to point out his skills in the bedroom right after criticizing Feyre’s ability to walk without sounding like Bigfoot.

“How about this?” Feyre started. “I’ll remember to tiptoe when I come home. You stop bringing ladies who don’t know how to be quiet into our apartment. And we end this conversation becasue I am really not in the mood right now.”

Rhys sighed dramatically. “Fine. But only if you also promise to stop being so rude. I’ve only ever been nice to you, Feyre.”

If anyone else had said something like that, Feyre would have felt like shit. She never meant to hurt anyone’s feelings (unless they really deserved it). But from the mischievous twinkle in Rhys’ eyes, she knew he was just trying to provoke her. Bastard.

“Go fuck yourself,” Feyre said flatly, and took a step toward the door. Past Rhys.

And, of course, she tripped over the edge of the rug. Because nothing in this fucking apartment could be easy. Not with him.

Feyre slammed into Rhys with a shriek, and they both hit the ground. Rhys had cushioned Feyre’s fall, so she wasn’t hurt or anything. Not that that’s what she thinking about right now. Not when she fell so hard her face slammed into him. Her lips.

Feyre was kissing Rhysand. And even though she’d imagined this far too many times before, she could not enjoy it. One, because their faces being violently slammed together wasn’t exactly pleasurable. And two, because she was freaked out.

She jolted up into a sitting position. On Rhys. Oh lord, was Feyre really straddling Rhysand Night in the middle of the kitchen floor?

When they’d fallen, limbs had gone flying. It wasn’t just their lips that had accidentally touched. Rhys’ hands were under the bottom of Feyre’s skirt. On her bare ass. And she was literally sitting on his dick.

“Um, sorry,” Feyre squeaked. Her face was definitely bright red. And her ears. And her neck. Any yet, for some incomprehensible reason, she wasn’t scrambling off of him. She was just sitting on him, with her hands on his chest, paralyzed.

Rhys also seemed to be paralyzed, because his hands were not moving from her ass cheeks. For the first time since Feyre had met him, he actually looked flustered. He was also blushing, and there was a shocked expression on his features.

“You’re fine,” he croaked in reply.

Feyre brain finally started functioning. “Oh gods, I should-”

She stopped speaking and pulled her hands away from Rhys’ chest. He yanked his hands out of her skirt. Just when Feyre was about to slide off of him, however, she felt something. Underneath her.

Rhys was getting hard.

From the panicked look on his face, Feyre knew he realized what she had felt. “Shit, I didn’t mean-”

“You’re fine,” Feyre said, repeating his earlier words. Her voice was strangely calm, indifferent even to her own ears. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them, but Feyre felt no regret. Only lust coursed through her mind right now.

Rhys blinked. “What?”

“Well I have really wanted you to fuck me for a while, and this whole situation is turning me on, but since that could be nothing and I could end up doing something that makes you uncomfortable, I’m asking. Do you want to have sex with me?” The words were so matter-of-fact. This is it, Feyre realized. This is the breaking point. I’ve finally reached insanity.

That blood-heating smirk found its way back to Rhys’ face, and she knew exactly what his answer was. “How long exactly is a while, darling?”

Feyre placed her hands on Rhys’ chest once more. “Too fucking long.”

He put his hands on her hips, keeping Feyre steady as she started to grind against his erection, needing pressure on that one spot.

“You’re a piece of shit, Rhysand. You know that? You smirk at me and you walk around shirtless all the time like there isn’t a horny girl sharing your apartment and you bring home all those girls like you want me like hear. Like you want me to know what you can do to me. It drives me crazy.” Feyre punctuated this little speech with a relatively hard roll of her hips, making Rhys let out a small groan.

“Of course I was doing it for you,” he murmured. “I wanted you to know what I had to offer.”

“You’re such a dick,” Feyre replied, reaching for the buttons of her blouse, hurriedly undoing them.

Once Feyre slung her shirt into the ground, Rhys flipped them. It was so fast, Feyre had no chance to protest (not that she would have), and in a split second, Rhys had her pinned to the floor.

“Surely I’m not the only one here in the business of teasing the other?” Rhys breathed in her ear, his hands tracing patterns on her thighs. “You strut around in those little skirts even when you’re not going out. You think I’ve never had to resist the urge to slam you against the wall?”

Feyre sighed as Rhys started trailing his lips along her neck. “Hmm, maybe we should, oh, um, we’re still on the floor, Rhys.” She didn’t know if what she said was even comprehensible to him, it was so muddled.

Rhys frowned against her neck. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Archeron?”

Feyre frowned as well. “My definition of adventure happens to be different than yours, that’s all. I typically don’t enjoy having sex on a rug that neither of us have vacuumed for a really long time.”

Rhys let out an exaggerated sigh and stood, bringing Feyre with him. She wrapped her legs tightly around his torso, marveling in how easy that had been for him. Of course, she’d noticed how ripped he was. How many hours he spent at the gym. She always noticed.

Feyre slung her arms around his neck. Rhys pulled Feyre’s face back to him as he started walking toward the hall. His lips crushed into hers, and she started grinding against him once more as his tongue parted her lips. The man certainly knew how to multitask.

They reached a room - Feyre’s - and Rhys carefully set her down on the bed. He flipped the lamp on and surveyed the scene in front of him: Feyre in a miniskirt and a barely-there bra, sprawled across the sheets, with her hair fanning across her shoulders.

“Take your clothes off.”

As much as Feyre wanted to do as he said, as much as she wanted to obey, she wasn’t just backing down. Rhys was a pain in the ass and he needed a serious ego check.

“Don’t you want the pleasure?” She asked twirling a strand of hair in her fingers and sliding her tongue across her lips, wetting them.

Rhys frowned. “Take off your clothes.” He only repeated what he’d just said, but there was no room for argument.

Feyre’s breath caught, and she just couldn’t stop herself anymore. She unclasped the bra, then slid out of her skirt. Her panties came next. She tried to move slowly, wanting to tease him, but it was so hard to be patient. The whole process, Rhys just watched, tracing her curves with his eyes.

“Good girl,” he muttered once she finished, and Feyre felt a fire light inside of her. She pressed her thighs together, a pathetic attempt at quenching the ache.

Rhys noted the movement with a twitch of his lips. Then he got on his knees.

Feyre barely suppressed a gasp as Rhys grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He pressed a gentle, teasing kiss against her thigh, and Feyre spread her legs as far as she could.

She was on her elbows, watching him lick a trail up her thigh, still not going where she needed, and Rhys was holding her gaze the entire time.

A smirk was the only warning she got before Rhys dipped his head into her center. Just when Feyre was thinking Rhys had given in, all she got was a light kiss to her clit, the most pleasurable and frustrating sensation she had ever experienced. It was enough to drive her insane.

“Rhys,” Feyre urged, “do something.”

“Do what? This?” Rhys asked, licking a stripe up her center.

Feyre moaned. “Yes,” she breathed.

“And how about this?” Rhys flicked her clit with his forefinger, making Feyre cry out.

“More,” was all she could gasp, fingers clenching around the sheets.

Rhys’ wicked mouth started moving, tasting her, eating her alive. His tongue slid inside of her and Feyre groaned loudly, falling back against the sheets. Her eyes closed and she cried out in ecstasy as a finger entered her, then another.

“Rhys, Rhys, Rhys, gods,” Feyre cried out.

He spoke up, his breath caressing her folds. “Do you like that, darling?”

“Please,” she murmured. “Please make me come.”

“You behave so well,” Rhys commented, rubbing her clit slowly. “I wonder who taught you how to use such good manners.”

Feyre whimpered. A nearly incomprehensible string of pleases kept falling from her mouth, along with curses and cries of his name.

Rhys started pumping his fingers hard, sucking on her clit. He curved his fingers just so and let his tongue dart out and taste her once more, and everything shattered.

Feyre screamed, clenching her thighs together around Rhys’ head. He didn’t seem to mind; he just kept licking and sucking and thrusting his fingers inside of her, working Feyre through her orgasm.

Once the room stopped shaking and Feyre could see clearly again, she noticed Rhys pulling his clothing off until he was bare before her. She regained enough movement to reach for his cock as he crawled on the bed, wanting to taste him like he had tasted her, but he gently swatted her hand away.

“There’s plenty of time for that later, darling,” Rhys purred, settling over her pinning her arms to the bed.

But Feyre wasn’t giving up. She hooked a leg around his waist and used her momentum to roll them over, so that she was on top.

Rhys grinned, surprised but pleased to let this play out. Feyre kissed his neck, enjoying the contented sigh that came from his mouth. She started moving her mouth up, kissing and licking as she went.

She reached his jawline and made her way to his mouth. Unable to resist, she nipped his lower lip. Rhys growled at her and tightened his grip on her hips, but he didn’t reprimand her further.

Feyre moaned as she felt his cock press against her folds and she scrambled off of him, reaching in her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. Turning back to Rhys, she expertly rolled the condom on his length while he tweaked her nipple, making her usually-steady fingers fumble.

Feyre climbed back on top and lifted her hips over Rhys’ cock. He steadied her with his hands on her waist, murmuring a “good girl” as she lowered herself. They both sighed in pleasure as Feyre slowly sunk down all the way, fully sitting on him now.

Rhys let out a groan as Feyre started to rock her hips, adjusting to his size. She rested her hands on his chest and started moving more, really riding him now.

“You look so hot bouncing on my cock,” Rhys praised, slamming his hips up into hers.

Feyre moaned loudly, digging her nails into his skin. She tried to move faster, harder, seeking another orgasm, desperate for release.

Rhys flipped them, not stopping the movements of his hips. He thrusted harder, fully in control now. Feyre was moaning nonstop, propably leaving small scratches all over his back. Rhys seemed to relish in the sensation, thrusting harder.

She moved one hand between their bodies, circling her own clit. Feyre moaned and pressed harder, craving release.

One more thrust from Rhys had Feyre tumbling off that cliff, groaning as she went. Her whole body shook, and Rhys kept going.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so good. I’m almost there.” Feyre’s orgasm was drawn out even further at the sound of Rhys’ commending tone, loving the sound of him taking to her.

Feyre felt Rhys’ cock twitch as he found his own release, sighing against her shoulder. He withdrew from Feyre’s entrance and sat back. She was barely conscious as Rhys took care of the condom and walked back over to her.

Rhys leaned down resting his lips against her ear. “I hope you sleep well, darling,” he whispered with that smug tone of his.

And then Feyre drifted off to sleep, hardly registering the sound of Rhys padding out of her room.

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[fruitcoops]

would u write about the night of remus’s first goal and sirius just WORSHIPPING remus

Did someone say 3200 words of Coops being comfortable around each other even while ~spicy times~ are happening and the start of a 3-part smut series? No? Oops :)

Credit for Coops/ Sweater Weather goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, a rampant praise kink, and both people laughing during sex

The Lions were everything to Sirius. They were his brothers, his family, his whole life. With Remus on the team, that feeling had only grown, and celebrating a win with them brought a sense of euphoria that was unmatched by pretty much everything.

And yet he wanted to be anywhere but the locker room right then.

Talker and Remus were laughing on the other side of the room while the cubs chanted “Loops, Loops, Loops!” at the top of their lungs; Remus’ two goals had given them the edge they needed to crush the Badgers 6-2 in the first game of the season; Sirius was bursting with pride, but the wait was killing him.

His leg bounced up and down as he zipped and unzipped his duffel for the millionth time. Remus was flushed with victory and alight with latent adrenaline—Sirius felt a little guilty for wanting to pull him away from the celebration that he rightfully deserved. You’re beautiful, he shouted internally. You’re so beautiful and how am I supposed to wait a decent amount of time before dragging you home?

“The fuck are you scowling at?” James laughed as he leaned over his stall and smacked Sirius on the shoulder with his glove. “Hey, earth to Cap. We won the game, man.”

“I know, I know.”

“We won by a lot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your fiancé scored two perfect goals, I don’t see the prob—oh. Ohhhh.” His eyes widened and he bit his lip mischievously. “I get it now. Hey, Loops!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Sirius hissed as Remus looked over at them. His smile softened when he saw Sirius. Pretty, was all his brain supplied.

“Sup, Pots?” he asked, wandering over and running a hand through his hair.

“You two should head home early,” James said faux-casually.

Remus frowned. “I thought we were going to get dinner with the team?”

Sirius died a little inside at that, but it was fine. You’re the captain, he reminded himself. You have to be part of team events.

But I don’t want to, the hyped-up, besotted, and incredibly horny part of him whined.

“Nah, I’ve got to plan for…Lils and I’s anniversary. Also, nobody really made final decisions on where we were going anyway.” It was clearly a lie, but Sirius appreciated his effort.

“Okay,” Remus said suspiciously, drawing out the word. “Is this some sort of prank? Are you trying to get me to leave so you can fuck with my stall or something? If I find anymore shaving cream, I swear—”

“Oh, my god,” James groaned, grabbing Remus by the shoulders and giving him a little shake. Thinnest patience in the world, Sirius thought wryly. “Go home. Celebrate. Please get railed by your fiancé before his grumpy vibes seep into the walls.”

Remus’ eyes went wide and he looked down at Sirius, who was desperately trying to suppress a blush. “Wha—you—oh. Okay. Um, yeah, that’s cool.” His eyes narrowed when he turned back at James. “Bold of you to assume he’s doing the railing. Stereotypes, much?”

“That’s your issue?” Sirius asked incredulously.

James rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry. Please go home and get laid or do whatever it is you do to banish the cranky captain aura. Better?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Remus glanced back to Sirius. “Are you ready to head out?”

“He’s been packed for ten full minutes,” James said, turning him around and pushing him toward his stall. “Go.”

“Was that really necessary?” Sirius sighed as Remus packed his bag in a rush.

“I could have yelled it across the room,” James pointed out. “Also, you should be thanking me.”

“Thank you for not being as much of an asshole as you could have been.” Sirius stood up and knocked their foreheads together. “You played really well tonight, by the way.”

“Thanks, Captain,” James teased, giving him a little push. “Not a bad start to the season, eh?”

“Not bad at all.”

“Baby, you ready?” Remus asked, his voice a little tight as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Heat flashed through Sirius’ body and he gripped the edge of the stall; next to him, James started snickering. “Shut it, Pots.”

“Have fun, you two!” James called as they headed for the door.

“I’m telling Lily you forgot your anniversary!” Remus shouted back over his shoulder while Sirius dragged him along by the hand.

By the time they made it to the parking lot, Sirius could feel his heartbeat in his ears. He crowded Remus against the passenger door and pressed a hard kiss to his lips, gripping his waist and grinding slowly until their breaths came in short gasps.

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” Remus panted as he pulled on Sirius’ lower lip. “Any particular reason?”

“You. Just—you.” Sirius moved to his neck and Remus keened as he nibbled along his jawline and throat. “You have no idea how good you look on the ice. That first goal was perfect, and then you got another one—”

Remus laughed, combing his fingers through the curls that fell into Sirius’ eyes. “Now you know how I felt for months. We should definitely get in the car or else I’m getting on my knees right fucking now and that’s going to be embarrassing for us both.”

Ten incredibly tense minutes later, Sirius was fumbling with the house key as Remus kissed his neck and slid his chilly hands under the back of his shirt. As soon as the door swung open, he spun around and dragged him inside, kicking the door closed behind them and all but slamming Remus against the wall.

“Have I told you recently how much I—hnnn—love that you’re a switch?” Remus’ breath caught as Sirius pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor next to their shoes.

“Ditto.” Sirius felt him wobble a little and grinned. “Sweetheart?”

“Mhm?”

“We should go upstairs.”

Remus sighed and let his head fall forward onto Sirius’ shoulder. “Since when are you reasonable?”

“Since we need a bed as soon as possible.”

“We do?”

“We really do.” Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand and they practically ran to the stairs, pausing every few moments to kiss or bump against whatever they left laying around earlier that afternoon. Hattie cocked an ear when they passed her, but she settled back down—it was far past her bedtime. They made it halfway up the staircase before Remus pressed Sirius’ back into the wall, kissed the living hell out of him, and pulled his shirt over his head. “Twenty more feet.”

“Right here.”

“Twenty more feet and I’ll get you off twice.”

Remus’ breath audibly rushed out of his lungs and a full-body shiver ran through him; Sirius took advantage of the pause to take his hands and guide him backwards up the remaining stairs and into their bedroom. “Is this how you always felt after games?”

“Winning ones, yeah,” Sirius managed as he pulled Remus’ belt off with a sharp snap. Remus’ pupils dilated at the sound, and he raised his eyebrows. “Are you okay?”

“Totally okay, but I’m going to be laying awake having a very interesting inner monologue later,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Whew.”

“You’re going to be too tired to do anything once I’m through with you.”

Remus bit down gently on the side of his neck. “Promise?”

“You’re so fucking kinky, holy shit.” Sirius’ stomach filled with butterflies and he picked Remus up—the bed bounced as he dropped him on it, hovering over his heaving chest. “I love watching you skate, you know.”

“Clearly.”

“You were incredible out there.” Their jeans and socks came off quickly until only boxers were in the way. He carefully lowered himself and Remus’ leg jerked up on reflex as he ground down in a hard roll. “So fast, so graceful. They always underestimate you.”

“I am not going to last if you keep that up.”

“Yes, you will. You know why?”

A spark of interest lit in Remus’ eye. “Why?”

Sirius leaned down next to his ear. “Because you’re good.”

“Oh, fuck,” Remus breathed, canting his hips upward until Sirius shifted so the heels of his palms pressed against those sharp bones and held him down. “My heart is beating so hard right now.”

“I know, I can feel it,” Sirius laughed as he moved to kiss Remus’ throat and collarbone, which caught the moonlight through the bedroom window perfectly and cast shadows on the left side of his chest. “Mon coeur. Do you have the lube?”

Both of them winced as Remus’ hand smacked against the nightstand in his rush and Sirius kissed his knuckles, rubbing away the redness with one hand while uncapping the lube with the other. He scooted down the bed until his shoulders fit between Remus’ thighs—his thighs, holy fuck, Sirius had almost forgotten about those—and ran a light finger down the front of his boxers.

Remus twitched as Sirius leaned in to mouth at the hard line of him and ran one of his hands down the soft skin on his inner thigh, but he couldn’t move much and that only turned him on more. He squeezed tightly once with a desperate, half-gasped plea, then relaxed as Sirius kissed the inside of his knee. “Deep breaths, sweetheart. You’re doing so good.”

“I am?”

“You are, I promise.” Sirius slid back up until they were face-to-face and began pulling Remus’ boxers down as he kissed each of his cheeks. “Hey. You scored two goals tonight.”

“I did,” Remus said with a foxlike smile.

“I think that calls for a certain degree of celebration.” Sirius pushed his finger in at last and Remus arched his back, practically begging him to push him down again with a silent challenge. “I promised to get you off twice, right?”

“You did.”

“Except you also won the face-off.” Sirius couldn’t keep a smile down as Remus’ eyes widened. “Think you can do three?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes glazing over as Sirius added another finger. “I’m going to win every single game we play if this is what ha-happens do that again baby please.”

“Really? You’ll win every game?” Sirius crooked his fingers again and drew a low groan from him.

“Yes. Yes, every time.”

“I believe you’ll win, but I think you’d miss topping. I’d miss it.” Remus’ hands returned to his hair and tugged lightly until he kissed him. “You always feel so good, sweetheart, and I know you like being in control sometimes.”

“Are you calling me bossy?”

“Yeah. I love it. I love you.” The words were sweet on Sirius’ lips as the sharp edges of Remus’ smile smoothed out and he practically purred beneath him. The third finger slid in without an issue; as Sirius internally lost his mind, Remus rolled his shoulders back happily. “Ready?”

“So ready, c’mon.”

The first glide was immaculate, and it only built from there. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius’ chest as he moved—the frantic fuck-me-now adrenaline rush they had arrived with had begun melting away sometime during the last ten minutes, but Sirius still buzzed with energy and he felt the slight tremble of Remus’ anticipation everywhere their skin touched.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands down Remus’ ribs. His eyes were closed and his cheeks were flushed rosy red, mussed curls tumbling over his forehead and splayed in a halo against the pillows. “Look at me, mon coeur. You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, like liquid gold.”

“Hopeless romantic.” Remus shuddered a sigh as their gazes locked and a well-placed thrust rippled through him. “Good?”

“Good.” Sirius ducked his head and laughed quickly. “I’m so fucking glad you have a praise kink, by the way.”

“Oh, really?”

“It’s the best. All I have to say is you’re taking me so well—” he lowered his voice to a satiny rumble and the tendons in Remus’ neck seized. “—and you’re a puddle.”

“I am, I am, just—just a little higher, please.”

“Look at you, using your manners,” Sirius teased. He obliged, though, and he felt Remus’ skin heat up beneath his palms as his knee pressed into Sirius’ waist.

“Oh, fuck off.” Remus shook his head with a smile and drew him back in for a long kiss.

Kissing Remus was something special. His lips were soft and demanding at the same time, growing progressively more urgent as Sirius picked up the pace and small sounds punched from his lungs.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Remus managed, tugging on his shoulder. Sirius stopped immediately, but when he went to pull out Remus placed a hand on his hip. “No. Stay.”

A tingling sensation washed over Sirius when he registered Remus’ change in tone. His voice was lower, smoother, brooking no room for argument. “Are you alright?” he ventured.

The corners of Remus’ lips quirked up and in a smooth motion, he flipped them over so he was straddling Sirius’ hips and kneading his chest with the heels of his hands. “There we go,” he said, tilting his head to the side and jutting his chin at the angle Sirius knew as hold on tight.

And then he just kind of…stayed there.

Sirius relaxed into it, settling his hands on Remus’ hips as he ground down a bit. “You can move if you want,” he said after a moment.

Remus’ jaw ticked. “I’m trying.”

Oh, shit, is it me? Sirius took his hands away, but he hadn’t been gripping hard enough for there to be light marks, let alone stop Remus from moving. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, I can’t actually…” Remus’ nose scrunched up and his thighs clenched, then quaked and gave out. “I’m okay, but I think my legs are tired.”

“From the game? Are you kidding?” Sirius leaned back on the pillows and laughed, long and loud. “Oh, sweetheart.”

“Shut up!” Remus swatted his chest, though he was laughing as well. “I can do it, just give me a sec.”

Sirius wheezed as the pressure on his chest increased and batted at his wrists. “Nope, nope, you’re going to break me. We can go back to what we were doing before.”

“I can do this.”

“No, you can’t,” Sirius snickered.

Remus readjusted himself and tried again—he rose less than an inch before the trembling in his thigh muscles took hold and sank him back down. It felt fine and Sirius was glad for the closeness, but he knew it would feel better if Remus let him turn them over.

After a moment of hesitation, Remus stared up at the ceiling and burst out laughing again. “You’re right, I’m so sore right now, this is ridiculous.”

“Come here.” He slid off him with a slight wince and Sirius sat up against the headboard, holding his arms out. He closed his eyes with a contented hum as Remus kissed his forehead and snuggled into him. “I’m sorry you’re sore.”

“It was worth it.”

“Do you want to take a break?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love cuddling with you, but I was promised three orgasms tonight and I’m still so horny.”

“Oh, thank god, me too.” Sirius guided him back to the mattress by his shoulders and grabbed the lube from where it had been abandoned at the foot of the bed. He slicked up his dick again and stroked Remus a few times as well before pushing back in with steady pressure. “Still okay?”

“Hell yeah,” Remus sighed, reaching out to trail his thumb under Sirius’ eye. “It’s always good with you.”

Sirius turned to kiss the inside of his wrist. “You’re always good for me.”

“That was smooth.” Slender fingers traveled up and tucked a stray curl back into place. Sirius hadn’t even realized it was in the way until Remus moved it.

“You’re obsessed with my hair, aren’t you,” he said, sliding his hands down to scratch lightly at the sides of his thighs.

Remus shrugged, though his hold tightened minutely. “It’s soft and it’s pretty.”

Sirius dragged his lips down Remus’ forearm, kissed the crook of his elbow, and then continued along his bicep and shoulder. His summer freckles were tragically faded, but the salty tang of sweat and Remus was more than enough incentive for him to leave small love bites in his wake. “You’re soft and pretty.”

“Hmmm, okay.” He didn’t have to look up to know what Remus’ face would look like—eyes closed, sated smile, light lines of tension through his neck and upper chest. “I love the sound of your voice when you’re turned on.”

Sirius paused. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of like thu—huh.” Remus shifted his position at the same time Sirius leaned up to look at him; whatever he did, it must have been good, because his mouth fell open in surprise. “Thunder. Um. Hmm. Can you…?” Rather than telling Sirius what he wanted, he squirmed for a second, tilting his hips up and making small, frustrated noises.

“Hold on—hold on, Re, what are you trying to do?”

“You did something really good right then and I don’t remember what it was but I’m so fucking close.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Sirius blinked away some of his own sex-induced haziness and registered the slight tremor in his hands, as well as the glassy look in his eyes.

“Oh, okay. Hey, lay back and let me take care of it. Tonight is all about you.” He pulled Remus’ hands up to his back and pulled his leg up around his waist, tracing the muscle divots lightly.

What did I do before? Sirius thrusted in with slow, deep rolls while he thought. He had been leaning to the side a bit, and then Remus lifted up slightly…oh. Smug pride filled his veins as he kept one forearm firmly across Remus’ navel and brushed the other hand over the top of his dick.

“Yeah, that,” Remus said weakly as he stretched his arms over his head.

“This is it?” Sirius added a little extra pressure to his arm and his dick throbbed in response. “Good job, using your words.”

“Mmm.”

“How close are you now?” he asked, running his palm around the head until Remus’ legs jolted around him.

“So close,” he whispered. “C’mon, just a little more, pleasepleaseplease.”

“I love you, sweetheart,” Sirius said, sliding his hands beneath Remus’ lower back and propping him up an extra inch for the best angle. “Come for me.”

His harsh grip on the sheets relaxed as he came, eyelashes fluttering and mumbling under his breath. Remus didn’t fall apart or seize up, just melted into Sirius’ arms with a low moan. Sirius didn’t even realize his own orgasm was approaching until he heard his name on Remus’ kiss-swollen lips and the world vanished for a moment.

When he came back into himself, gentle fingers were running through his hair. “Sweetheart,” he said fondly. He pulled out nice and slow, but remained a boneless weight on top of Remus.

“Hey, handsome.” Remus’ voice was scratchy.

“Congratulations on your first goal.”

“I thought that was just for the face-off?”

[mandoalorian]

my time to shine- may i request a cobb vanth x reader 👀👀 maybe a enemies to lovers question mark trope-

for example maybe when din meets cobb, the reader is just like ohmyfuckhessohot but also fuck him for being so cocky i want him underneath me once i pin his arrogant ass down- and like 👀 maybe yk what that happens, and the reader can feel his bulg- 🏃‍♀️💨💨💨 i have nothing but horny thots for middle-aged men in my peabrain- s'ok if you don't do this- just horny thots

By The Fire (Cobb Vanth x Female Reader) SMUT

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Rating: 18+

Word count: 2k

Warnings: SMUT; close to female receiving oral but not all the way, cock warming, spanking, riding, unprotected (use protection!)

So he was different, and you couldn't figure out how you were supposed to feel about him. If the Maker had just granted you a second alone with Din, you would have spoken to the Mandalorian about him. Din was always good at weighing people up from first glance. You, on the other hand, had always been called 'naïve' and 'gullible'. You tried working on yourself; you really did- and you believed you were improving. But when you met the marshal of Mos Pelgo; he threw you completely of course. You couldn't do anything under his watch. You failed to perform the most basic of the tasks… you couldn't hotwire the speeder bike you had claimed, nor could you manoeuvre the squirming child into his high chair. And it didn't go unnoticed.

Din grabbed your arm and took you to one side. "What is the matter with you?" his question was harsh, and came out as more of a statement. You felt yourself fluster, defensively folding your arms across your chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you scoffed and rolled your eyes. Under his beskar helmet, Din was not amused. He narrowed his dark eyes and pressed his lips into a fine line.

"Ever since he joined us, you've been acting off." Din said matter of factly. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

"Oh," you shrugged nonchalantly. "You mean the Marshal?"

"Yes. The Marshal." Din spat. "Cobb Vanth is an elite. He is smart. He knows what he's doing. And he owes me one. He's going to help us get off this sand-rock of a planet, and then you can finally forget about him. Because that's what it is, isn't it? He's on your mind and it's distracting you."

Maker, he was good. He could read you like a book. Everything Din had said was true, no matter the level of denial that you were in. You stood there, comprehending his words, and after a few prolonged beats of silence, you took a deep breath.

"No." you shakily exhaled, gritting your teeth and pursing your lips together into a pout.

You cursed yourself. You were a bad liar. The worst Din had ever met… and Din had encountered plenty of scoundrels in his adventures across the galaxy. Din didn't answer you. He didn't need to. He knew you well enough to understand what exactly was going on in that little mind of yours. There was no use playing innocent with him.

The Marshal’s eyes were burning into your back. You hated it. You hated him. You hated the way he spoke to you. He over-explained everything, like you were too young and innocent to understand. He was so cocky and so arrogant. You tried your best to devise an efficient way to get off Tatooine, with his help, but he just kept shutting you down. You couldn't understand it. He wouldn't listen to you, and it irked you so much.

You hated the smirk that graced his lips and that sultry gaze he shot you from across the cantina as he sipped on his spotchka. You hated the way it made you feel. You hated the burning sensation that erupted in the pit of your stomach and the way you'd have to press your thighs together in order to suppress the need for some kind of sexual release. Never in your life had you met a man who could do so much to you, without doing much at all.

"I'm going to travel to the sand dunes, and I'm taking the child. Hopefully I can find some jawas who will trade parts with me. Then we can get started on the Crest's repairs and get off this planet." Din informed you. "I need you to wait here with the Marshal, make sure he doesn't do anything suspicious while I'm gone."

"I thought you said you trusted him," you knotted your eyebrows together. "That he 'owed you one'."

"He does owe me one. I just don't know if he's a man of his word." Din sighed before spinning around on his heel and walking towards the speeder bike with the child. Pft, a man of his word. That scoundrel? Not a chance.

Nights on Tatooine were warm and humid, as you had found out. The Marshal, who you had learned was named Cobb Vanth, had told you to collect sandwood from the outskirts of Mos Pelgo and bring them back to his hut. You did so, begrudgingly following his instruction, and watched him make a fire.

There was something so erotic about the way his biceps flexed as he quickly rubbed each piece of wood together, trying to ignite a flame. Beads of sweat laced his hairline as he concentrated, occasionally squinting to see if his attempts had made a spark. It didn't take long before Cobb created a roaring campfire. It was nice, amber embers floating through the air as you perched yourself on a log. Cobb discarded his armour and sat opposite you.

The atmosphere was nice and…. sensual. The only thing was, neither you or Cobb hate uttered a word to each other since you came back with the sandwood. It would've been awkward if there wasn't the undeniable sexual tension in the air. You were the first to speak.

"I don't know if I trust you." you said, immediately regretting the words after they departed your lips. There was a beat of silence.

"Smart." Cobb smirked, and you felt yourself swell up with more fury. His voice was so rich. You hated it. You hated it.

"You hardly think I am smart when you've refused to listen to me all day." You tsked, shuffling closer to the fire and warming yourself up. "My plan wasn't flawed. If you had just listened to me, me and the Mandalorian could've been off this wretched hive hours ago."

Cobb nodded his head slowly. "You're probably right."

"So what's your deal?" you groaned, tossing your hair back and closing your eyes.

What a sight. Cobb admired your stretched out form, his eyes boring into the skin of your chest and up the length of your neck. You had ditched your cloak, leaving it to just crumple by your feet. You were glowing. Cobb was sure you were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen enter Mos Pelgo; and he wanted to prove that to you in some way or another. When you opened your eyes, Cobb was on his knees, in-between your legs.

He looked up at you, his eyes completely lust blown and he swiped his tongue over his lower lip. He looked primal. He needed you. "Wasn't listening to your stupid plan because I didn't want you to leave so early." Cobb admitted, his voice gruff and hoarse.

He wanted more. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he had been trying to weigh you up as well. What was your deal? Were you courting the Mandalorian? Surely not. There was no denying the tension between you two. The cod piece of his armour had hid the erection you had given him all day. He shamefully had to relieve himself in the restroom of the cantina. He just couldn't get enough of the way your lips twisted around the fruit you sucked on, and the way your eyelashes framed your doe-like eyes.

He placed a big hand on the inside of your thigh, where your skin was as soft as cream, and pushed your tunic up, exposing your panties. You stiffened up under his rough touch. This was exactly what you wanted. There were no signs of Din or the child. It was just you and Cobb Vanth. He shuffled closer to you and began to plant sloppy kisses along your thighs. You hummed in delight as his greying stubble tickled your skin and you felt him smirk against your body. That damned smirk.

You ran your fingers through his locks of hair, occasionally tugging. His groans under your touch vibrated through your core and left your panties ruined from arousal. His lips nudged against your clit, only the thin material of your underwear gating his tongue from your cunt. You craved him so desperately. You needed him inside you. But he was teasing.

"You've been calling the shots all day." You whimpered as he licked a stripe down your pussy. You went to pull your panties off but his large hands stopped you.

"I always call the shots." he growled in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

"Not tonight." You smiled, tugging on his hair and pulling his head away from your core. You stood up, taking extra care not to stumble and fall into the fire, and dragged him to his feet. You pushed him onto the log where you had been sitting and sat on his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and straddling him.

And oh Maker, he was hard. You could feel his entire length throb and press against his stomach as you grinded your hips, slow at first. Achingly slow. Cobb lowered his hands to your waist and pulled you closer to his chest, desperate for you to increase your speed. "More." he gasped, nuzzling his head into your neck and biting down into your skin.

Your grip on him tightened. You wanted to go slow; and tease him for as long as possible. He deserved it. You wanted to edge him until he was crying out your name, begging you to let him cum. But you needed a release too. Fuck, you needed him. You placed your hands on his shoulders and hovered over his lap. "Pants off." you commanded, to which he happily obliged.

Within seconds, the Marshal had pulled his pants off. You spat into the palm of your hand, saliva dripping amongst your fingers and grabbed his length, rubbing it as you slowly sank on top of him.

He was big. He was so big. His cock throbbed inside you. It stretched out your walls and you could feel every vein. You held yourself on top of him for a few moments as you adjusted to his length. Cobb dipped his hand down and began to circle your clit a few times, earning a few delicious moans.

It wasn't long until you were balls deep into him. His cock was amazing. As you began to ride him, you realised it curved in just the right place, and with every thrust, he hit your sweet spot. You knew you wouldn't last long. "Fuck, so good," Cobb grunted as you bounced on top of him. "Such a pretty girl."

"Don't wanna leave," you gasped. "Wanna feel your cock fill me up every day. Wanna feel you cum inside of me. Please."

"Keep doing that." The Marshal urged, his hands pressing into the small of your back. "I'm close."

"Want you to fill me up, make a mess of me." You were practically screaming, tears pricking your eyes as he began to buck his hips upwards, his thrusts meeting yours.

"Yeah? Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Cobb cooed and you let out a little squeal as he spanked your bare ass- the sound echoing through the desolate village.

He drove you straight to your climax, your cunt clenching around him, tight like a vice, which sent him to his own orgasm. His load shot up inside of you, sending bolts of pleasure into your body. He pressed his forehead against your chest as your rhythm became more slow and sloppy until eventually he softened inside of you. Reluctantly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the lost feelling of him.

"Next time you find yourself on Mos Pelgo, I'll be the one calling the shots." he growled, biting down on your ear lobe.

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[just-a-creep-babe]

Kinktober Day 9

Jane the Killer: Shibari & Thigh Riding

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“Aww, doesn’t my little princess look so pretty all tied up for me like this?~”

She wraps a black-nailed thumb and forefinger around your chin and tilts your head up to look at her

“J-Jane—“ you whine her name, your face flushed beneath her, to which she chuckles

The sound has you swallowing thickly

Thick silky black ribbons twist and wrap around your naked body, keeping you nice and seated on the chair for her to toy with however she pleases

Your arms and biceps are tied, with the fabric winding over your throat before plunging down to your tits, and then even further down to your navel and between your legs

Nimble fingers had meticulously strung you up, binding and spreading you so you’d have absolutely no escape

Not that you‘re complaining

She tugs at the knot between your breasts and her eyes light up at the way it has you squirming and whimpering

“Are these getting too tight, baby?”

You shake your head and chew your lip, suppressing the urge to grind down against the chair because you’re practically dripping with need

And just before you give in, you’re met with a warning smack across your face

“Use your big girl words~” she coos

“N-no—no, they’re ok” you shakily choke out

She hums

“Good”

She clicks her heel down right between your thighs on the chair, the tip of her shoe just almost grazing your exposed cunt

“What do you think, baby? Should I let you cum tonight?”

You have to swallow back a groan, your wrists flexing against the ribbons, no doubt leaving red marks on your already raw skin

“Yes, god, please—please let me cum, baby, please”

You know you must sound pathetic, but you’re far too horny to care

She presses a thumb to your mouth, shutting you up for good before pushing the finger between your lips

You whine around her digit, swirling your tongue around it, doing your best to appease her so she’ll at least consider going easy on you

“What a good little whore~” 

She removes her foot from the chair, and instead, black nylon-clad thighs straddle your leg

“But I don’t think you’ve quite earned it today, baby”

Her thumb pops out of your mouth, trailing down to toy with your nipples before moving even further down to your sex

“No, baby please, I swear I’ll be go—a-ah~”

You cut yourself off with a buck of your hips as she pushes two fingers between your slick folds

The way you jerk beneath her has your leg pressing up right against her heat, which pulls a wonderfully delicious sigh from her lips

“Mmh, y’know, I think I have a better idea~ If you sit yourself nice and pretty for me while I use you however I want, then I might let you cum”

She grinds on your thigh, rolling her hips against your skin

The way you can feel how wet she is through her panties has you groaning, eyebrows stitching together, a quiet curse slipping from your mouth

She leans in, pressing the lips of her mask against yours in a brief kiss before parting

“Ah, ah, ah, Princess~” she tuts, “I don’t wanna hear you make a single sound. Do I make myself clear?”

You hold back another groan and nod—anything to please her

“Good girl~ So obedient for me~”

Back and forth, she moves herself along your leg, rhythmically driving herself up and down, and it’s absolutely torturous that you can’t touch her or guide her hips

“Fuck~” she moans beneath her breath, head falling back, her hands finding purchase on the chair either side of your head

You have to resist groaning all the dirty nothings coming to mind because she looks absolutely mouth-watering as she uses your body to get herself off

Instead, you settle with trying to bump your leg up to match her pace, and the next moan she makes is better than any music you’ve ever heard

Her hands travel to your chest and she squeezes your tits, worshiping the supple flesh in the palms of her hands

You make some indignant noise and breathe her name—before your eyes widen at the realization of your mistake, though it’s already all too late

She immediately stop moving, freezing in place

You can practically imagine her lips tilting up into that cruel smirk behind her mask at your little fuck up

“Awww,” she coos mockingly, and it has goosebumps prickling at your skin “did my little pet disobey a direct order?”

She shakes her head, wagging her finger back and forth like she’s disciplining a dog

“That just won’t do, baby”

“J-jane—wait, I can—“

She shushes you

And then she wraps a hand around your throat, tilting your head up to meet her lips just inches from yours

“Poor baby, looks like you won’t be cumming any time soon tonight~”

Her chuckle has you flushing even more than you already were

You tug at your bindings again, though you know it’s completely useless

She has you right where she wants you~

[drakewalkerfantasy]

The Secret of Desire (Tatum x F!MC) NSFW

Summary: The Secret is the only way for them to be together. But how long will they be able to keep it until Madam President will find out the truth? And how easily it will be for them not forget about the rules in public? Couple of drinks in and the darkness… will it be possible for them to keep a secret? Or will they fall ones again in the arms of each other?

Words: 2990

Rating: NSFW/18+

Warning: drinking / body shots/ multiple orgasms/ orgasms till exhaustion / fingering / g-spot stimulation

Authors notes: I really hope you will enjoy this. Please let me know if still want to be tagged and what I can improve.

Sequel for The art of Foreign Affairs

Previous parts of The Secret of Foreign Affairs.

Part 1 Part 2

I love you. Still echoed through the room, while the silence hung between them. Tatum’s hand still wrapped around her waist. And his eyes locked on hers catching the myriad of emotions passing through them: from the shock of what he just said to something more, something genuine...

“What?” Asked Tatum his fingers brushed the strands of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. “Why are you looking at me like that? Like you trying to solve some difficult mathematical equation...”

“You... you said it...”

“Claire, it’s not like I said it for the first time. I did say it before,” chuckled Tatum at her expression.

“Yes, I know... I know. But the first time was when we were fighting. I know you meant it then, but it was said in the heat of the moment. You literally shouted them at me before you even realised what you were saying... And all other times you moaned the words,” smiled Claire sheepishly, while he simply listened to her words without interruption. “But this time... it’s... it’s different... like... like it was the most natural thing to say,” said Claire, cupping Tatum’s cheek and brushing her thumb over it. “Do you... do you really mean it?

“Claire, I always mean it.”

“Tate, I love you. And I always, always will mean it,” whispered Claire, pulling Tatum in for a kiss. Her hand curling around his tie. Her lips met his with a force, battling for dominance, until Tatum finally got control. His tongue forcing his way into Claire’s mouth curling around hers, while his hand grubbed Claire’s hip bringing her closer to him making her feel every inch of his hard length, while another hand weaved into her hair guiding her mouth to his in a fierce and messy kiss. Until they eventually pulled apart, both breathless, both gulping for air.

Claire’s hand still curled around his tie, her lips parted and only an inch away from his, so close... so temptingly close. And her chest rising and falling with the ragged breaths, before she finally pushed Tatum away from her with a coy smile. “It was nice... very... very nice... but I think someone has lost, and this someone is stealing and trying to distract me. Although I will admit that this is working,” murmured Claire, feeling how Tatum’s hard length nudged her in the belly. And her lips tingled from the memory of his powerful kisses. “But I insist on collecting my prize.”

“Are you sure,” tried Tatum, reluctantly letting Claire slide to the floor and stride to the table with tequila shots on it.

“Yes, but if you are not... I always can ask Blaine to do them with me... I bet he would be interested,” said Claire smiling, but before she could make another step or say anything else, she felt strong hands gripping her hips and tugging her back. She gasped when her back hit a firm chest and Tatum’s fingers dug firmly into her sides, making her feel every inch of his desire for her. His lips lowered to her ear, and the hot breath caressed the rim of it, when he started to speak.

“No way you are asking him,” he growled, tugging her even closer to his body and turning her to face him. “You.. will... NOT... ask... him," grunted Tatum, punctuating every word with a kiss. "But we will have only one shot each as you already had too much,” hissed he against her lips when her body wiggled in his arms brushing against his erection. “Oh fuck... keep doing that and we will have no bodyshots and will get undressed even faster,” he warned. His hand running up her back before getting lost in her hair. His lips crashing with hers in an explosive kiss. This time he wasn’t asking, demanding her lips to part for him before his tongue met hers, growling into their kiss. Hungry for her... craving her... it took him another minute or so to gain control and pull away. Both still feeling breathless, both panting heavily.

“You go first,” murmured Claire, pushing him slightly toward the pool table. Watching how his fingers deliberately slowly started to work on the buttons of his shirt before dropping it to the floor. His eyes not leaving Claire’s, catching a sign of desire flashing in her deep chocolate eyes, when he pulled himself up, lying down on the pool table. His gaze held Claire’s, while she slowly approached him with a lime wedge and a rim salt, pushing herself up on the pool table and kneeling beside Tatum. And he nearly growled, feeling how his hardened length jerked against the seam of his pants, when her dress bunched just below her ass.

His hands tensed trying to suppress the impulse to touch her, while her eyes roamed over his body, becoming a shade darker. Her teeth dug in her lower lip and her eyes caught the sight of protruding bulge in his trousers straining against the seam. With calculated slowness, she moved to sit between his legs. Her fingers tantalisingly ran against his thigh deliberately avoiding the throbbing length that begged for her attention. Her face hovering over his abs, only a view inches from the button of his pants. Her tongue running across his lower abs along the line of his trousers, hearing a strangled grunt leaving his throat. While her tongue traced a wet path over the hard plates of his stomach before finally sprinkling some of the rim salt on it.

Her fingers gently caressed the inner side of his thigh, making his blood rush heavily in his veins, growing even bigger from the burning desire to touch her. Needing... craving her touch. His abdomen muscles tensed in anticipation. Her hair brushing against his hardness, when she leaned closer to him and put a rind of lime in his mouth. Her hands carefully explored his chest as if for the first time, not able to get enough of him, never wanting to get enough of him.

Her heart racing while she straddled his hips sliding lower. Her eyes locked with his, leaning toward him with a softest most sensual sigh he ever heard. Her tongue sliding up and down the plateaus of his abs, carefully licking up every grain of salt. Her hand sliding along the seam of his zipper feeling every inch of his hardness throbbing and wanting her. Still unable to believe, after weeks of being with him, having him, tasting him, how good he felt, and how big he was... definitely bigger than average. Her fingers twitch with desire to undo the button on their way just above the zipper before hooking her fingers in the belt loops on the both sides using them as leverage to pull herself just a little bit up.

Her body brushing his, making him hiss in pleasure, while she leaned over him. Her gaze is dark and still on his when she quickly downed the shot of tequila, and tantalisingly slowly leaned closer to him. Her breath fanning against his lips, while she bit the lime in between his teeth, drowning out the taste of salt with the sour juice of a fruit. Claire’s lips brushing Tatum’s, kissing him softly. Her hand moving against his length through the thin material of his pants. Stroking him slowly. His hand reaching for the back of her head pulling her closer to him. His tongue seeking hers in a searing scorching kiss... desperate, not able to stop his hips from rising. Groaning.

“Claire...,” he moaned against her lips, moving, thrusting against her hand. The groans and grunts left his throat, while he felt how her lips moved lower, kissing him across the jaw. Tracing her lips over his neck. Sucking the soft skin just above the pulse point. And it felt like suddenly they forgot all about where they were or what they did... and the only thing that remained clear was the burning desire, this overpowering need to be with each other.

“Wait... wait...,” hissed Tatum when his dick jerked painfully against the fly of his pants, bringing him back to reality. “Stop,” he groaned, feeling like a complete idiot for stopping her, when her eyes flashed with confusion still dark from desire. Watching how her lips parted in a silent question puffy and rosy from the force of his kisses. “Now yours turn,” he husked, rolling her on her back.

His hands gently brushed the silky red dress. Feeling its electrifying touch under his fingers. His fingers hooking the straps of her sinful dress, dragging them down until it was finally pooled at her waist. The hoarse breathless curse leaving his throat, when she laid in all her glory in front of him. Her breasts, as if begging for his touch, rising and falling under his horny look. And his hands itched to touch her. His mouth fell open with a sigh before he leaned closer to her.

His gaze not let go of hers, while he trailed the tongue over her exposed abdomen, circling it over her navel before sprinkling some salt on Claire’s stomach. Making her gasp when his tongue dipped slightly into her navel. Carefully licking off the salt, working his tongue in long slow licks, raising higher until his lips were just a breath away from hers, and his body strained against her.

Slowly, without looking and not letting go of her gaze he reached for the shot quickly downing it all and placing it back with a thud before slumping his lips on hers. Not caring about the lime, but only for her lips sweet and earthy from tequila shots. His teeth grazed the wedge of the lime digging his teeth into the sour citrus fruit before spewing it out to the side.

His lips urging to Claire’s, crashing to hers in a passion. Kissing her, feeling her. His hands grazing the sides of her breasts, circling his fingers around her nipples, making her gasp and moan from his touches. His tongue seeking hers in a slow tantalising dance opposite from the way his body moved against hers. His moans - needy and desperate leaving his throat, while her hands traveled to the front of his pants squeezing him, stroking him. Her movements - as desperate as his, and her moans as needy. And when his lips left hers, it was only for a split second before he moved them to leave a wet trail across her jaw. Making her arch into his touch as if begging for more... needing more, while his lips traced lower and lower not leaving even a single inch of her skin unkissed.

His tongue trailing around her dark nipple, leaving a hot wet trace around both. One... than another. Sucking them both in turns into his mouth, while his hand purposefully moved along her ribs and to the hem of her dress, toying with it, watching Claire under his hooded eyelashes. Watching how her back arched while he kissed her soft skin, leaving little red marks where no one would see them but him. Watching how she gasped and moaned when he trailed his tongue against her sensitive spot, the one that made her tick and sigh in pleasure every time he kissed it. Watching how her body squirmed under his touch, when he ran his fingers lightly over her ticklish spot, the one he discovered the first night they were intimate, the first night when he tasted her for the first time. And oh my God how much he wanted to taste her now. How much he wanted to feel how utterly wet and his she was. And how much he wanted to make her scream, and sigh, and gasp his name, while he would lap at her juices. And oh my God how much he craved to do just so.

His tongue traced lower, while his hands grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. Groaning, when he realised, that the panties were missing under her sinful dress. His eyes darkening, following her already glistening folds.

“God...,” he groaned. “If I only knew you have no underwear on you today,” he growled moving closer to her core. His eyes meeting hers, while she leaned on her forearms. Her face flushed, and her lips bruised. Her hair is a mess, and the red marks were already forming on her perfect tanned body.

“What would you do? Fuck me as soon as we got here? Or we would never get here?” She purred, her legs falling open even more when he nudged them gently with his broad shoulders.

“No...,” he replied with a smirk, slowly dragging his fingers through her wet folds and circling them around her hardened nub. His low husky voice and the way it washed over her, made her quiver under his touch and gaze. “I wouldn’t... what I would do... is to guard you even more. And would make sure that no one would ever lay a single finger on you unless this someone would want it to be broken... and then... then I would fuck you here... and then again in our car... and then again and again and again in your room.”

“Oh God, yes,” moaned Claire, her thighs quivering even more, when a sole finger sharply thrusted inside her. The thumb drawing tight circles around her nub. And she could swear by the way how he shifted, that she could feel that the bulge in his pants was already impossibly hard. The thought of pulling them open had her excitement doubled. Her mouth watered from the mere thought of having her lips wrapped around his big, thick dick, that curved slightly to the swollen tip. And to suck him as she sucked him off just a couple hours ago, on the way to the club. Kneeling on the dirty roadside away from the prying eyes. And oh my God... how much did she want him again just like that, rough and hard, but this time not holding back and with his eyes only on her, gentle and loving.

She felt how he leaned closer, his lips gently skimming over the side of her moist lips. His breath hot and raged on her centre, while his fingers smeared her juices around her folds before finally... finally following the trail his fingers made with his tongue. Licking a flat line around her folds before dragging it back through them, making her gasp his name.

“Tatum... please don't hold back. Please,” she murmured, her clouded eyes meeting his. Her voice hitching in her throat, when his mouth wrapped around her hard nub.

"Are you sure?" he asked hoarsely against her folds.

"Yes... Please... I need you... all.. of you," she gasped, feeling how a low growl reverberated through her body. Feeling how his fingers thrusted deep inside her more abruptly, curling just right against her sweet spot as if he knew exactly what she needed.

Her moans and gasps, becoming more erratic, and leaving her throat more often. His fingers delving into her wet folds, becoming slippery with her juices, while his tongue circled around her clit and his thumb rubbed short hard circles over it. His fingers thrusting harder and faster into her, grunting softly against her clit. The sound of it reverberated through her body, making her cry out in pleasure. Her shouts grew louder and louder, echoing off the draped walls. Both forgetting about everything surrounding them. Both too far gone to even care. Both not holding back anymore.

“Oh God, oh my God, oh yes. ah... ah... ah... oh... Just don’t stop... Don’t you dare stop... Please, don’t stop,” gasped… pleaded Claire again and again in a rasped voice, balancing on the brink of an orgasm. Until suddenly it all became too much. The sensation of his fingers so deep inside her, rubbing tight circles against her sweet spot, curling them against it just so right... just so perfect. The feeling of his tongue lapping at her juices with a growls hitting her straight to her core, before circling it around her clit. The thrill of his rough stubble brushing lightly over her folds. And all of that at the same time sent her spiralling over the edge... fast and furious. Making her come apart with a cry.

The orgasm, crashing through her, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body, while Tatum’s fingers continued to thrust into her, drinking her nectar, sending another impetuous orgasm to ripple through her body. This time three times more powerful than before. Her slick pussy pulsing around his fingers buried deep inside her, while he quickly rose above her, catching her lips in a kiss to drown out another cry that was ready to leave her lips. Her vision, becoming blurry and unfocused until the world went dark.

She didn’t know how much time had passed if any, and the next thing she was aware of was Tatum’s soft kiss to her temple and his soothing voice in her ear with notes of concern laced through it.

“Are you okay? You were out for the moment... Was it too much?” he asked breathlessly, meeting her dizzy gaze and lazy smile. She still could feel how the aftershock was rolling over her. Feeling his hardened flesh throbbing against her thigh.

“I’m good... actually... better than good. It was... WOW,” she laughed breathlessly, cupping the back of his neck and pulling him for a sweet languid kiss before falling back on the pool table in exhausted pleasure with her eyes falling closed. She could hear the movements next to her and a rustling of his clothes. And then the next thing she felt was a pair of strong hands wrapping around her and picking her up in a bridal style, but at this point she was too exhausted to even protest peacefully falling asleep.

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Don’t You Hear Me Howling ||(M)|| 02

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  3K

→ Contains: Oral Female receiving; Riding; Hair pulling; Semi-Public touching.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04  • 05  • 06  • 07

→ A/n: Here’s chapter 2 for you guys! I hope you enjoy it and look forward to the next chapter :)

You enjoyed the rest of your night with Kino, dancing very closely, learning that he was a dance major for a reason. Each roll of his hips against your making you want to rush back to that room and not leaving any time soon, but you knew he couldn’t handle it. You shared kisses and drinks and had fun talks, but none of this distracted you from the pair of eyes roaming around you all night. Wherever you looked, Changgu was there, staring with that same pissed-off face.

At the end of the night, Kino said he had to go.

“You can go ahead, I’ll stay back to say goodbye to Wooseok before I go.” you said to him.

“Alright,” he answered with a smile. “We’ll keep in touch then.” He winked at you.

You laced your hands on his waist and pulled him in for a goodbye kiss. Kino was one of the favorite omegas you’ve ever been with, you would definitely not lose touch with him when kissing feels this good.

“We will” you finally said, giving him one last peck before he turned around and left.

You watched him leave through the door, before turning around to see the owner of the smell invading your nostrils.

“Can’t get away from me, can you?” you said to the blond man now in front of you “Why are you chasing my tail all night long?”

“Fuck, y/n, do you really have to ask? It’s not like I’m enjoying this” he said, sounding mad still “I know you are getting your heat. I am your beta, my every instinct is telling me to back you up against that wall and not leave until I’m done with you”

The boy had the talent to get you angry.

“Oh, so you get close to me just because of instinct, Changgu?” you scoffed, he squinted his eyes, trying to understand what you meant. “You threw our friendship down the garbage, ignored my existence for years, and now you pop a boner because we’re in the same room expecting that I will let you get in my pants just to relieve your tension? You must really think low of me.”

Changgu opened his mouth to answer, but you threw him a look that got him closing it in no time.

“Do me a favor and go back to pretending I don’t exist. I was better off that way.” you ended the talk right there. 

You swallowed the knot on your throat and stomped your way out.

The next morning you faced your first class of the day with a minor hangover, nothing a good cup of coffee wouldn’t fix. But your attentively note-taking had to be sacrificed, given that your mind was on something else entirely. You sneaked your cellphone during the lecture, quickly typing a text “good morning, baby boy~ are u free after lunch?”. You tried to redirect your attention back to the professor, but not even 5 minutes later, your phone vibrated in your lap. There were two messages.

“Morning, sunshine! Wooseok invited me over for a movie marathon he will have with some of his friends.”, “You can come with me and maybe we can find that room down the hall again ;)”

You bit your lip in excitement before texting a quick “it’s a date” with a kiss emoji.

Your focus went to hell. Even on suppressants that you usually take for class, you couldn’t help but feel horny all day long. The images of last night kept coming to you unexpectedly, and the only relief you could get right now was rubbing your thighs together. The clock was ticking slower than usual, you felt like you were going to explode. 

Finally, lunchtime arrived and you headed to the cafeteria for your usual spot, and as soon as you arrived, Wooseok saw you and waved, patting the seat by his side for you to take it.

“Hey! Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye yesterday” you said after sitting with him

“S’alright” he shrugged “so, I heard you and Kino got pretty close, huh? He just texted me saying you are coming for the movie session later.”

“Oh, yeah, that” you giggled “thanks for hooking us up, really, you’re the best” You hugged him sideways 

“You’re crushing me, y/n.” he said with a weak voice, mid-laugh.

“Sorry” you quickly released him, joining the laugh

“What about you and Changgu? Are you two alright? I saw you two talking at some point”

“Oh” you tensed up hearing his name, remember the bad part about yesterday “yeah, no, we’re not good. Don’t worry, though. Nothing out of the usual.”

Wooseok’s expression cast down. You understand his disappointment since the three of you used to hang out together all the time in high school, and honestly, sometimes you too wish those times back.

“I’m sorry, y/n” he hugged you this time, sensing your longines. “But don’t worry, he won’t be home today, he has classes all afternoon”

“Right,” you felt surprised “forgot he lives with you now. Glad to hear I won't stumble onto him today then.”

“Yes, it will be just you and your lover boy” he teased you 

“Shut up!” you bumped shoulders with him. “that’s your fault.”

“Can’t say that I didn’t see it coming” 

“Yeah, you do know how I like my boys” you winked “all sub and…”

“Okaaay, that’s TMI right there, please stop” he covered his ears with his hands, making you laugh out loud

You grabbed his wrist, making him listen to you before you left

“See you later” you smiled brightly.

You found yourself in the doorway of Wooseok’s house, after going to your house to refresh before meeting Kino. You texted him and soon he was opening the door for you. The strawberry smell once more invading your nostrils made you smile widely, his lips mirroring yours.

He didn't say a word before pulling you into a long peck. Oh boy, did he know how to hold you strongly. 

“It’s good to see you.” He grinned, stepping aside for you to come in, reaching his hand for you to take it. “The movie has already started, c’mon”

He guided you to the living room, where you quietly waved at everyone, careful to not disturb them with loud noises, then got yourself comfortable under the blankets on the couch with Kino. He extended his arm around your shoulder and you snuggled closer to him.

The movie was interesting, sure, but after half an hour it wasn’t enough to hold your attention anymore. Especially because Kino’s other hand was currently squeezing teasingly your thigh, going slightly up your skirt each time, all of that combined with occasional kisses he kept planting on the corner of your mouth. Finally, he got up enough that his finger started grazing against your underwear. You took a deep breath, biting your lips to not gasp out loud. Kino smirked at you.

He began to press harder and subtly motion circularly, becoming harder for you to keep quiet.

“I think now it’s the time for us to go find that room again” You whispered to him, teasing a soft kiss.

You quietly got up, holding him by the hand and taking you both back to that corridor, quickly finding that same door and locking you both behind it.

It was quick that he pressed you against the door, kissing you hungrily

“Been thinking about you all day” He said between kisses.

You pulled his shirt off while not breaking contact.

“Me too, baby. Missing those pretty lips” you said, throwing his shirt somewhere on the floor.

“I wanna have them all over you, y/n” he said before kissing you deeper

Still not breaking it, you pushed him until you reached the bed, throwing yourself down so he fell on top of you. You worked your hands on his belt, throwing away carelessly. 

Kino kneeled up and you took the chance to admire his pale toned torso, the small waist of a dancer with his jeans hanging low on his hips. It was something beautiful to admire. He noticed your staring and smirked.

“Like what you see?” he inflated his chest 

“I’ll like it better when I see you buried between my legs” 

“Yes, ma’am” Kino licked his lips before leaning down on you

He gave you a strong kiss, rolling his pelvis against yours, allowing you to have some friction as you felt the bulge grow in his pants. Your nails dug into his back, coping with the heat-powered lust. He then trailed kisses down your body, following the path as he opened the buttons of your blouse one by one. He took his time, teasing you with hot wet kisses. When he got to your skirt, He looked at you and grinned before yanking your skirt off in one swift motion, getting a surprised yelp out of you, followed by giggles of excitement.

Kino buried his face on your still clothed core, taking a long sniff, your pheromones probably driving him insane as his pupil blew wide.

“I wonder if you taste as good as you smell, y/n”  he almost purred

“What are you waiting for, baby boy? I’m all yours to taste” you quickly replied

That same cocky smirk still splattered across his face, he tore off the weak lacy of your panties like a piece of paper and wasted no time giving your clit a long slow lick, earning a moan from you.

“Hmm, so sweet” He hummed, sending vibrations against your core.

“Fuck, Kino, don’t tease” You tugged his hair, guiding him to flicker his tongue on your pussy.

The harder you tugged, the more he gasped and moaned, and you just loved to hear him being pleasured at your mercy like that. His hands wrapped around your thighs, pressing his fingers hard against your skin that you were sure would leave bruises. 

He licked around your folds steadily, the slurping sounds being such a turn-on for you. When he sucked in your clit you bucked your hips against his mouth. Kino reacted with a long moan, which you took the cue to start rocking your hips and fucking his face.

With the hand on his hair, you control him like you wanted while your hips do the speed working, now his tongue circling your clit, sending jolts of pleasure all over your body. 

“Shit, baby, your mouth feels so good on me,” you said in between pants and he hummed in response “such a good boy eating me out”

Kino then took one of his hands away from your thighs, and slowly teased your entrance with two fingers.

“Oh, fuck, do it, baby boy” is all you had to say before he inserted his fingers in you, getting you growling out of pleasure.

Now every time you rocked your hips you pushed yourself against his fingers and also his tongue flickered on your clit. The double stimulation taking you to the edge quicker than you expect.

“Don’t stop, Kino, I’m gonna cum” you warned and he started moving his hand to meet the movement of your hips, now his fingers hitting your g-spot.

You tugged his hair harder, moving faster while the other hand tugged the sheets. Today, though, there was no loud music to cover for your noises, so you bit your lip hard enough to taste a little blood, limiting yourself to pants and low groans. Kino, however, moaned as he pleased, sending extra vibrations against your core.

You came hard, your juices coating his chin the more you moved against his face but he didn’t stop moving his tongue skillfully.

When you finished riding your orgasm, you pulled him up quickly for a kiss, using your tongue to clean your cum from his face, tasting yourself in him sensually. He hissed slowly. His noises will be the end of you, you concluded.

“You were such a good boy.” You said sitting up, pushing him lightly so he stopped on his knees “I’ll let you fuck my pussy as you please.” You grazed your nails down his torso, reaching for his jeans’ button. 

While he worked his way off his pants, you pulled off your bra, leaving you both fully naked now, kneeling face to face. He took a long look up and down before saying

“Can you turn around for me?” he gently grabbed your hips as you obeyed his wish.

Still kneeling, he aligned your hips and gave his length three long strokes before pulling you down so you slowly sank on him while you spread your knees wider to fit him.

“Ride me, princess” He said boldly, the pet name actually pleasing you.

You began to move your hips up and down, easily done due to your juices from the recent orgasm. One of his hands snaked up your body, grabbing your breast and holding you back against his chest. The other wrapped around your hair, repeating the action of the last time you were together. He cautiously tugged it lightly, asking for permission, which you promptly nodded to it.

“Remember just how I like it, huh, baby?” you praised him and he pulled it harder. “Just like that” you mewled 

He began to move his hips to meet yours, your sensitive core reacting to every inch he got deeper. He squeezed your breast and rolled your nipple between his finger, all of the stimulation taking you to heaven. You two were moving so fast and hard the bed started to move around slightly, but you couldn’t be bothered. If you knew that letting Kino have some control would get him to go this hard, you would have done it sooner.

“You look so good filled with my cock, princess” he praised you this time and promptly sucked a spot on your neck that you were sure it would mark for days. You reached behind your head, grazing lightly your nails against the skin of his neck, running softly your fingers through his hair. 

You used your free hand to work in your already sensitive clit, and Kino pulled your hair a little harder, the pleasure sting bringing you closer to your second high that night.

He fucks up into you viciously, his hips slapping hard against your ass and filling up the quiet room with slapping sounds. Your juices messily covered both of your thighs, making it easier for you to sway your hips on him. Your walls clenched tighter around his dick making him shake against your body, and you just knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

You sped up your hand on your clit, and while your moans got louder and you clenched harder, Kino was brought to his edge, thrusting slower but deeper inside you, filling you with his cum as it was mixed with your own as you reached climax altogether. 

You two laid down, this time you nesting on his chest, catching your breath and calming down from your high.

“I hope we weren’t too loud” You looked up at him and giggle, for which he opened the sweetest smile

He kissed the top of your head before answering,

“Even if we weren’t loud, which I’m pretty sure we were, everyone can feel your heat.”

“Oh… Yeah,” you laughed. “Well, not my fault”

“I don’t think they will complain, they will just find someone to let go of the pent up energy”

“I just hope Wooseok forgive us for ruining his movie party” 

Kino laughed with you, and for a second he looked very precious, not the guy who was growling and panting under you 5 minutes ago. Guess you were growing fonder of having him around.

After cooling down and leaving the room fairly neat after all the mess, you both went back to the living room, where thankfully everyone was watching the movie entertainingly. The only one who side-eyed you was Wooseok, to which he quickly texted you explaining that you shouldn’t worry, he slipped suppressors for everyone so they don’t feel your pheromones.

“Thank you” you mouthed to him from a distance.

The afternoon was quite pleasant. You enjoyed the movie and Kino’s cuddles under the blankets, and later all of you played video games and had tons of fun. In the end, Kino and you stood behind to help Wooseok clean the place around.  You were almost done with the dirty dishes when someone burst into the kitchen

“You better not be trying to cook again, you remember how the last time wen…” 

Changgu was shouting but stopped in his tracks when he saw you “Oh, y/n, you’re here. I thought it was Wooseok.”

You two just stared at each other, both awkwardly quiet. You were not mad at him for yesterday anymore, but still, you didn’t know what to say.

“I’m done with the living room, y/n, do you need any help?” Kino entered the room, so focused on you that only noticed Changgu when you didn’t answer him.

Changgu’s eyes changed color. He was bothered. Of course, he was. 

“I’m ok, here, I’m just finishing these.” You finally answered the younger. “Baby, you can go home, I have to talk to Changgu.”

“Are you sure?” He stared at you intensely, his instinct getting alarmed as he snaked one possessive arm around your waist.

“Yeah, it’s ok, baby, I’ll be fine. I’ll text you later” You said calmly, trying to soothe him back to normal. It was just your duty as an alpha to ease everyone when they felt tense.

“Alright, then I’ll get going” He lingered a peck on your lips.

Such a showoff,  you chuckled to yourself.

He left, walking his way off staring at Changgu and smirking, the latter snarls almost inaudible, but it was impossible for you to miss it. 

You two were left in silence until you heard Kino closing the door behind himself. It was then that Changgu broke the silence.

“Can we talk?.”

[kojinnie]

Kojinnie!! Forgive my indecisive self but I decided to get my request on jean instead😭😭 I feel like I haven't been loving him enough 😭 I'm sorry for the sudden change Kojinnie!

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Salad!! Don’t worry I got chu~ Thanks a lot for the sweet words, and hope you like this! 💌🐴

02.00: Their personal trauma and a habit formed by it 20.00: How do they sleep at night with you 23.00: Their deepest sexual desire [Minor DNI]

02.00 We know how much of a prick that Jean was in the early season, and I think it was stemmed from the fact that he was coming from a considerably well-off and stable family. He was lucky enough to still have his family around, while the others suffered from painful tragedies of personal loss. He was a prick because while the others were driven by necessity to survive and excel (like how Eren was driven by his anguish to avenge the death of his mom in joining the corps), Jean was driven by childish ego and urge to self-prove himself. But when Marco died, it bludgeoned him with painful realization that this was the reality for most of his friends all along, and that soon it would be his reality too. He grieved deeply; he did not know whom to blame nor was he even given the solace of knowing Marco’s cause of death (until years later).

I headcanon that Jean went through some deep period of emotional volatility that it affected his performance as a cadet as well as his relationship with the other 104th comrades, he held the anger tightly and begged for an answer to Marcos’ death. He tried desperately to replay every moment where he could have had done something to save Marco, yet found no answer to it. Until someone close to him (maybe Connie or Sasha?) reminded him that instead of grueling with one final moment in Marco’s death, he should have cherished the life of Marco and how good he was as a friend. At first, it elevated him to a sense of ease, only to be further hurt by the realization, that while without doubt Marco was very important for him, out of so many moments he shared with Marco, he could hardly remember the things that Marco said – his jokes, his tell-tales or even his aspiration – as during all those talks, Jean was engulfed with his own thoughts, his jealousy over Eren, his insecurity, and his egocentric thoughts. Sure, he still had memories of talking with Marco, but all he could remember was what he said and not what Marco said. It saddened him tremendously, how he could only remember few words of Marco, ones that eventually he tried to immortalize deeply in his memory (“You’re not a strong person, so you can really understand how weak people feel.”)

This traumatized Jean deeply, and how much he regretted not spending enough time listening to and caring for people who really did matter for him. Fortunately, he learned his lesson and really tried his best to form a new habit, and that is to be more attentive, to listen to other people and be more altruistic in his life endeavor. It would be a really pleasant talking to Jean now, how deep would he stare at your eyes while you pour your minds out, how he intently nodded as he listened, or how he would notice every single expression in your face as you talked. You’d feel understood, and cared for by Jean. Yes, he had been through shit, and he’d sworn to use his trauma to become a better person for others.  

20.00 I think Jean has very spiky energy. He’d be energetic and driven by impulses during the day, then completely losing most of his energies once he’s home. So that’s why when he goes to sleep, he really DOES sleep. He’s not the type to linger and cuddle around with you throughout the night. It wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes for him to be fast asleep once he lands on the mattress. He also values his oxygen intake, so don’t expect him to sleep facing you close as he’d like to feel free when he’s asleep. He wouldn’t mind having you curled up in his chest’s embrace, but once he’s drifting away in his slumber, he’d turn away. But late at night, when the room grows colder, and the blanket isn’t enough to warm his long limbs, he’d sub-consciously trace the warmth in your skin. He’d tangle his legs with yours, and if it’s not enough to aid him from the cold, he’d start slipping his big, freezing hands underneath your shirt, seeking the heat on your belly. When he’s feeling cheeky, his fingers would travel upwards and once he finds your breast, he’d squeeze them and mumble with drowsiness still intact in his voice, “Oh there you are, was looking for you.”

23.00 I don’t see Jean as a person with suppressed perversion when it comes to sex. I reckon him to be rather vanilla, and never really had any intention to outwardly experiment with it. As much as he seems pompous and vain, in bed he’s actually very considerate and would prioritize your needs for his need was quite basic. 

The closest he’s ever been to have a wild sexual desire would probably be derived from yet another envy towards Eren. In modern!au, seeing Eren glew up into this emo sexlord, he’d be driven to this weird envious state to wanting to one-up him. He’d seen the effects Eren had to girls in public and he’d want that. He’d want you, as his significant other, to be looking obviously smitten by him, especially in public. He’d want to see you become outlandishly aroused for you and display it in front of his friends (like this). He fantasizes often about having his friends whisper behind his back, wondering how good he’d be in bed to have you completely turned into a horny mess for him even in public. Honestly, I don’t think he’d ever actually do anything to materialize this desire, he once thought of having you stroked under the table during a night-out with all of your friends, or buying a remote-controlled vibrator so you’d be drenched wet for him, but he’d be short in courage to actually do that. 

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Something Else - Trans!(O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) F!Reader

Summary: “You’ll get there someday!” Mirio always says. “You’ll do bette next time.” Tamaki doesn’t want to get there someday. And if every Alpha always does, well, maybe he’s something else then.

Warnings : None.

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

—————————— Chapter 5

Tamaki couldn’t keep his nerves. He had to talk to her; he just had to. There was no way around it. Yet, as he was sitting against his mate on his bed, with the faint sound of his parents talking downstairs and the warmth of her thigh against his, he felt as if he was confessing all over again.

“Tamaki, love, is something wrong?” She worried. “Am I too close? Do you want me to step back a little? Or I can carry you to your nest if you want me to...” She fretted.

He shook his head to all of these, actually swallowing his nervousness to take her hand in his, hoping she wouldn’t move back. While he usually spent their time at his home in his nest –he was still working on letting her near it–, that time, he had wanted to cuddle with her.  

Knowing what he wanted to talk to her about; it seemed fitting.

“There’s... s-something we should t-talk about... as... as mates.” He gave her a timid smile, not wanting to make her worried.

When she nodded, cuddling a bit into his shoulder and her scent just a bit stronger than was usual, he knew he had her attention.

“I’ve b-been researching and... and I talked to a doctor , and I’m... I’m thinking on t-taking that hormonal transition t-treatment.”

By the way her eyes widened slightly for a second, he knew she understood what he referred to.  

In the past few years, a hormonal treatment had been made more accessible for people like him, who experienced a conflict between their identity and assigned role. It was effective enough, a bit expensive, but something Tamaki knew he’d be able to afford once he became a Pro-Hero.  

Like all semi-experimental treatments, it was far from perfect, and had several serious drawbacks that had brought it the ire of a part of the community. The major one was, for a transitioning Omega, an artificially triggered heat the patient wouldn’t be able to suppress. It lasted from five days to two weeks, varying from a person to another, and was said to be insufferable for any patient who wasn’t lucky enough to have a stable mate to take care of them during that time.

Similarly, for the two first years post-treatment, the Omegas had to embrace their heats, violent as they were, or the body could stay stuck with uneven hormones.  

This was precisely why Tamaki was nervous to have this conversation with the Alpha; by deciding to go through the transition, he was asking her for assurance of her commitment. When the time for his heats would come, he would desperately need her, and if she wasn’t ready to make these promises yet –or worse, if she decided she no longer wanted to remain his mate–, Tamaki knew he would have to wait before taking the treatment. Either until she was ready, or until he found another mate.  

Her hand shot to squeeze his.

“Tamaki, if you’re certain you want this, for your own benefit and not for mine... Then I will be there for you every step of the way.”

The shy boy breathed a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding.  

“Are you sure you are ready for its consequences, though?”

Tamaki frowned, not sure what his mate meant by that. Her cheeks looked a bit warm under his gaze, and she looked away with a sheepish smile.

“I mean, you do know you’ll have very... intense heats for a while, and we haven’t exactly been intimate like that yet.” She clarified.

A furious blush ravaged Tamaki’s face when he realized what consequences she was talking about.

They had been together for almost a year now, and he had gone a long way from blushing at the faintest hand holding to the occasional make out session. His mate had never protested at the lack of activity, nor had she tried to initiate anything more than what they currently had.  

Of course, in the privacy of his own room, late at night when thoughts of her kept him too flustered to sleep, he had indulged in some fantasies; and he was secretly working up the courage to act on them. Still, she had a point.

“I-I guess we could wait a little...” He quietly conceded, a bit embarrassed not to have thought about this detail sooner.

With an amused purr, his mate came to nuzzle his shoulder.

“We’ll get there.” She kissed his neck softly, prompting his cheek to flare up. “Don’t worry.”

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Tamaki woke up to the smell of his own sweat. He groaned in discomfort, trying to sit up from his nest. A slight draft of air felt fresh against his heated skin, and he sighed in relief. He could feel his hair sticking to his forehead, and a familiar heat pool low in his belly.  

The spot next to his was empty, but he could smell from the still powerful scent that his mate had only been gone for a few minutes. His gut churned all the same, and his own scent grew sour. He needed his Alpha. Where was she?

A second later, the door opened as in in a hurry, almost banging against his wall in the process.

“Tamaki, are you okay?” His mate barged in the room; nostrils still flared as she had been alerted by his scent.

The Omega felt torn between guilt and need as she came closer to him. Anyone could see in the bags under her eyes how tired she was. Her hair was messy and dirty, as she hadn’t taken the time for more than a quick shower in days, worried he would need her when she was gone.

A few months after his graduation, they had taken the decision to start his transition. Being a new hero, and with Fat Gum’s comprehension and approval of his situation, it just felt like a good enough moment to start it; before a busy life of Hero work would make him delay.  

So far, the medically induced heat had been brutal. The mix of hormones in his body had made him sick, lightheaded and feverish, for more than a week, and it didn’t seem to stop yet. Whenever he was feeling better, his body was taken over by raw need, an irrepressible craving for his Alpha’s touch.

He had initially assured his mate she could still go on with her studies and come for him later in the afternoon –he was, after all, a Pro Hero now, and he certainly could endure a bit of sickness. He had quickly been disillusioned as his first day of artificial heat had him begging for her presence.

She had, since then, essentially moved in his house to care for him all day (and night) long; bringing him food his parents made them, cuddling him in his nest (which he had allowed her to step into for the first time a few months before), bringing him medication for the side effects, and satiating his other needs all the while praising him for how brave he was being. Her third year wouldn’t be easy, but she assured him she had the teacher’s approval, and could always count on her classmates to take notes for her.

“I... I missed you...” He bashfully admitted, making himself a bit smaller under the covers.

Though they had often seen each other naked this past week, not really bothering to put on clothes between their frequent lovemaking sessions, Tamaki couldn’t say he was used to it just yet.

Her scent became stronger as she walked up to his nest, stripping her pants and bra to join him under the blankets. The Omega winced when she embraced him and kissed his neck, all too conscious of how sweaty and sticky he probably was.

“Missed you too.” She purred next to him, making herself comfortable against his chest.

The shy boy felt his heart clench at how tired she looked. He had kept her up all night, feeling insatiably needy. He hated how right now, having her pressed against him was making him a little bit horny again.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, closing his eyes. “I’m s-so needy ... I hope you’re not... mad...”

Tamaki felt her stir against him, as she withdrew her head from his chest to look at him tenderly.

“Mad? No. I’m so happy.” She purred lazily. “Every day looks a bit less like sickness and more like a regular heat. Your smell is getting sweeter, it’s intoxicating. You’re so beautiful...”

The shy elf swallowed thickly. It was hard to concentrate when his mate was making him feel better so easily with her words.

“If you had known exactly what would happen... How- how tired it would make you, and how d-desperate I am... Would you still have gone through it with me?” He timidly asked.

Feeling his growing need for her touch in the way his scent wafted through the air, her hand found his chest, caressing it in slow, languid movements.

"Would you still have chosen to go through the treatment, knowing how uncomfortable you would get?" She countered his question with one of hers.

Tamaki huffed when her hand trailed slightly lower, though not quite where he needed her the most. It was fine, he decided. He could endure some frustration if that meant his mate could rest a little.

"I-I think so... Yes."  

Her lips found his in a lazy kiss. When she parted from him, and he breathed strongly, she sighed as she made herself comfortable against him.

"Then I would have still been here with you. I love you, and I have no regrets."

When her purrs faded into soft snores, Tamaki gingerly hooked his arm around her. Now was his turn to watch over her.