#and i can't stop humming it every time i brush my teeth

[radio-4-is-static]

STRESS ME | Yojiro Noda

誰だってできることは誰かに譲る　 誰もできないことやる羽生結弦

日出る　この国に生まれた　 意味案ずる　生まれたからには

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I yield what anybody can do And do what no one else can do like Hanyu Yuzuru

Thinking about the meaning of being born, as I have In the land of the Rising Sun

[mirathescientist]

pairings: eren x virgin!reader

warnings: smuuttt 18+

Stress Reliever

“Mama, calm down” Eren followed as you paced around the room, before plopping down onto the bed, a pout resting on your face.

“But Eren, what if I fail?” Tears of frustration building in your eyes. Tomorrow was the day you presented your capstone project, and reasonably you were stressing.

Eren had been doing his best to calm your nerves all week, giving you massages, making your meals, and helping you study. It just wasn't enough for you though, you were too nervous.

“Baby, you're not gonna fail, you're the smartest girl I know, and we've been over it a thousand times, I know you're gonna do great you just have to believe in yourself, baby”

“Let's just go over it one more time” You stood, immediately silenced when he lifted you up and laid you back down on the bed, hovering over you as he started to litter kisses onto your face.

“Stop worrying ma, you'll do great, just relax” His grip tight as his fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs, spreading them to make room for himself.

This simple action having your heart race. Despite being together for almost a year nothing happened between you two. Mainly because you both wanted to build a relationship that wasn't based on sex, but also because you were nervous. He was your first everything, and as gut wrenching it was to say, you weren't his.

“Eren” Your breath hitched as his bulge brushed against the crotch of the thin fabric that made up your pajama shorts.

“You gotta relax, ma. You gone let me help you?” He murmured as he kissed his way down your neck.

Maybe this is what you needed, your anxiety to just flow out of you with a mind boggling orgasm.

“Yes” You released a breath.

“Good girl” He smirked kissing you once more before he undressed you, savoring the way you squirmed underneath him.

“You're so beautiful, mami” He whispered as he took his time exploring every inch of your body with his hands and mouth before stopping right in front of your pajama clad pussy, traces of your arousal seeping through the fabric.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of your pants as he tugged them down, your clit slightly peeking out from behind your glistening folds.

“She's so pretty, baby,” He groaned, his thumbs spreading your folds apart as he pressed light kisses to your clit.

“Eren” You silently begged for more friction.

Indulging in your neediness he licked up a long stripe of your arousal. Strings of the fluid mixture connecting his tongue to your pussy.

“Shit, baby, you taste so good.” He dug his fingers into your thighs, burying his face into your folds.

His tongue flicked against your clit, teasing you with each lap before sucking softly, tongue swirling around the bud as your hips bucked. The flat muscle slurping up long stripes of your pussy.

“Fuck, Eren oh my god” You heaved, hands pushing the loose hair out of his face.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sound of his name leaving your lips only spurred him on as he sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive bud lightly.

“I'm so close, pa” You whined, looking down at him, his eyes closed as he ate you like a starved man.

Your thighs closed around his head as a response to the tightening knot in your tummy, the bite he delivered to your inner thigh releasing a yelp from your glossy lips as you opened them wide. The glare he sent your way turning you on more than it should.

“Let go mama, I'm here” His low voice muffled by your folds as he added a thick digit into your sopping pussy, walls clamping around it at the curl of his fingers and his tounge tracing a zigzag pattern on your clit, before he sucked on the pulsing bud.

“Papa” You cried as he slurped up the juices flowing from your pussy.

“Wait, pa, I can't- too much” You protested, thighs clamping around his head as he lapped at your pussy, sliding in another digit.

“Just one more ma, you taste so good” He licked the insides of your thighs, before pushing them up to your chest.

“And don't close your fucking legs again”

˚୨୧⋆.

“Did so good for me, pretty” He panted after ripping two more orgasms from you. Kissing and licking his way up your body, before he engulfed you in a passionate kiss, your taste lingering on his tongue.

“Need you inside, now. Please papa” You begged.

“Are you sure?” Despite just sucking your soul from your pussy, he was still a sweetheart. Green eyes rapidly scanning your face for any sense of doubt.

“Yes, please” You tugged on his shirt revealing the sight sheen of sweat on his toned muscles.

“I'll go slow, but all you have to say is stop and I will okay?” He reached down into his sweats, stroking himself before pulling them down. Boy was he hung, prominent veins along the circumference of his dick, and his red tip leaking pre-cum from the occasional grind he delivered to the mattress while having you cream on his fingers.

“Okay” You let out a shaky breath, nerves rising as he rubbed his tip through your folds, collecting your slick before lining up with your entrance.

“Don't worry baby, just relax for me” He whispered in the crook of your neck as he pushed himself in.

The stretch was borderline unbearable as you felt him slide into your walls. He was thick, and having a hard time moving an inch without you squeezing him so tight.

“Relax princess, let me in” He whispered, taking note of your nails breaking the skin of his back, and your furrowed eyebrows as you tried to adjust.

“M’trying s’jus too big” You practically cried.

“I know, mama. Wanna stop?” He pressed loving kisses to your forehead.

“No, no I can take it. Just keep going” He went slowly, taking his time to minimize the discomfort, and look for any signs of pain as he nestled in between your legs, tip brushing against your cervix.

“Doing so good for me, princess. Just relax” He soothed once you gave him the green light to move.

Before you knew it he was whispering nasty things into your ear as he pounded into you, your second orgasm from his thrusts building in your lower stomach.

“Taking this dick so good for me, ma. Fat ass pussy squeezing me so tight” He grunted, tits bouncing at his feverish movements.

The room was hot and filled with your moans, and slapping skin as Eren pounded into you. He was slowly losing control, relishing in the way your pussy welcomed him in, the white creamy stickiness at the base of his cock having his brain go fuzzy. His only objective to have you cum on his dick over and over again till you were fucked senseless.

“Papa t-too much- mhmph too deep” You cried, despite wrapping your legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“S'too deep? Thought you could take it, baby. Thought you were my good girl” He faked his concern, bullying his dick into your warm walls.

“I am” You pouted, nails digging into his biceps as he pressed down on your chubby tummy, smirking when he felt his dick poking his hand.

“Then nut on your dick, mama. Be a good girl for daddy” The dam breaking immediately when he rubbed tight circles on your clit.

“Shit” He moaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he painted your walls with his sticky cum.

“Did so good, baby” He whispered in between kisses as he fucked his load back into you.

“S-sensitive, pa” You whined as you pushed his hips away, earning a pinch to your hand and fake pout.

“I know” He faked sympathy, pushing your legs up against your chest.

“But I want you to do well tomorrow, lemme make sure I fucked all the anxiety outta you. Yeah?”

wrote for my babes who needed an eren during their finals week cause ik i needed one ૮꒰ྀི˶˃ ⌓ ˂˶꒱ྀིა

anywayssss i gotta question. does anyone have any tips on how to length the smutty scenes i feel as if they're too short but im not 100% sure on how to add more detail. any feedback is appreciated mwah<333

[paxtito]

make a mess, lioness

PAIRING - tara x g!p!reader (req) | WC - 3k

WARNINGS - smut. some oral sex (r receiving), orgasm denial, p in v, tara is a power bottom

A/N - i stayed up until 5am to finish this ☹️ questioning my life choices— but at least finished it before friday. yay.

You’re trying so damn hard to focus on the game, but Tara isn’t making it easy.

Her fingers brush over your thigh, light and teasing, barely there. “You always get this tense when I touch you?” she muses, her voice dipped in amusement.

You clear your throat, eyes fixed on the screen. “I’m trying to concentrate, Tara.”

“Uh-huh.” She doesn’t sound convinced. Instead, she shifts closer, pressing against your side, her breath warm against your neck. “You’re really bad at pretending this isn’t getting to you.”

Your grip on the Switch tightens. “You’re annoying.”

Tara just hums, sliding her hand up a little higher. “And yet… here you are, rock solid.”

You nearly choke. “Tara.”

She grins, smug as hell. “Yes?”

Before you can even think of a response, the bedroom door swings open.

“Jesus Christ—” Sam’s voice fills the room. “Do you two ever stop?”

Tara doesn’t move an inch. She just tilts her head, throwing her sister a look that’s far too innocent. “We’re literally just sitting here.”

Sam’s eyes narrow. “Yeah, right.”

You quickly hit pause, setting the Switch aside. Because let’s be real—Tara isn’t stopping anytime soon.

As soon as Sam walks out, you turn to Tara with a deadpan look. “For the record, I’m not even rock solid.”

Tara barely holds back a laugh, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh?” She leans in closer, fingers dancing up your arm. “Rock soft, then?”

You sigh. “Flaccid as hell.”

She snorts, finally breaking into laughter. “Damn. That bad, huh?”

“Tragic, really.” You shake your head, feigning disappointment. “You should work on your technique.”

Tara gasps, shoving you playfully. “Excuse me?”

You grin, picking your Switch back up. “Just saying.”

Tara huffs, crossing her arms. “Alright. Challenge accepted.”

You try to keep your focus on the game, but Tara isn't having it. In one smooth motion, she pulls the Switch right out of your hands and tosses it onto the bed. Before you can even protest, she's straddling your lap, knees bracketing your thighs, hands coming up to rest on your shoulders.

"I think you're distracted enough," she declares, a wicked grin spreading across her face. Her eyes are dark, almost black in the dim light of the TV, and her cheeks are flushed a soft pink.

"Tara..." you warn, but your voice comes out softer than intended. Your hands come up to rest on her waist, thumbs brushing the bare skin beneath her tank top. She's so warm, so soft.

Tara leans in closer, until her forehead is resting against yours, until you can feel the whisper of her breath against your lips. "What are you afraid of?" she murmurs, her voice low and teasing. "That I might actually make you feel something?" Her fingers dance along your collarbone, tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your ear.

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your heart is pounding against your ribs, the way your skin feels too tight and too hot. "I'm not afraid of anything," you say, but it sounds like a lie, even to your own ears.

Tara just smiles, a slow curve of her lips that's somehow both innocent and wicked all at once. "Good," she whispers, and then she's pressing her mouth to yours, and you can't think of anything at all.

Tara grins against your lips, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction. She nips at your bottom lip, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a jolt of electricity through you. Her fingers tangle in your hair, nails scraping lightly against your scalp as she tilts your head back, deepening the kiss.

She takes her time, exploring your mouth like she's trying to memorize every inch of it. Her tongue traces the curve of your lips, the hard edge of your teeth, the soft cushion of your tongue.

When she finally pulls back, you're both breathing a little harder, your chests heaving against each other. She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers, "I can feel how much you want this, how much you want me. Don't try to deny it."

Her hand drifts down your chest, fingers splaying over your stomach, your ribs. She traces the lines of your muscles, the dips and curves of your body. Her touch is electric, setting your skin ablaze, making you ache for more.

"But I want to hear you say it," she murmurs, her voice a low purr in your ear. "I want to hear you beg for it, beg for me."

She rocks her hips against yours, a slow, deliberate grind that has you gritting your teeth, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. She's not even trying to hide how much she wants this, how much she wants you. And fuck, the way she's looking at you, like she wants to devour you whole... it's enough to make you forget your own name.

Tara grins wickedly as she feels you start to respond, your growing hardness pressing insistently against her core. She grinds down harder, relishing the way you gasp and tense beneath her. "There it is," she purrs, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you couldn't resist forever."

She leans back slightly, looking down at you with a smug, triumphant smile. Her fingers dance along your chest, toying with the hem of your shirt. "Come on, baby," she coaxes, her voice a low, teasing lilt. "Don't be shy. I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours begging for what it needs."

You try to hold out, to maintain some semblance of control, but Tara isn't making it easy. She rolls her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding down on your now fully hardened length. It's almost too much, the way she's touching you, teasing you, pushing you to the brink of desperation.

"Please..." you hear yourself whimper, hating the neediness in your own voice but unable to stop yourself. "Please, Tara..."

She hums, a sound of pure satisfaction, as she leans in closer. "Please what, baby?" she murmurs, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it."

"Please, Tara..." you breathe out, your voice strained with need. "I need you. I need you so fucking much. Please, touch me... taste me... anything. Just please, don't make me wait anymore." The words spill out of you in a desperate rush, all thoughts of holding back forgotten. You're completely at her mercy now, ready and willing to beg for whatever she wants to give you.

As Tara moves off of you, you feel a pang of disappointment, of loss at the absence of her warmth and weight in your lap. But that feeling quickly turns to awe and desire as she starts to undress.

She pulls her tank top up and over her head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She's not wearing a bra underneath, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her bare breasts. They're perfect, and you can't look away as she reaches for the button of her shorts.

Slowly, teasingly, she pops the button and drags the zipper down, revealing a sliver of skin inch by tantalizing inch. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and her panties, and with a wicked little grin thrown your way, she tugs them down and steps out of them, leaving her completely bare.

Your mouth goes dry, your heart pounding against your ribs as you take in every inch of exposed skin, every curve and line of her body. She's stunning, a work of art, and the sight of her standing there, unashamed and unapologetic in her nudity, makes your cock throb almost painfully against the confines of your jeans.

As Tara crawls back onto the bed, your pulse races. She kneels between your spread legs, her bare skin brushing against your jeans-clad thighs, sending sparks of electricity shooting up your spine. Your breath catches as she reaches for your fly, her fingers undoing the button and dragging down the zipper with a low, deliberate hiss.

She doesn't say a word, but her eyes speak volumes as they meet yours, dark and smoldering with lust. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of your jeans and your boxers, and you lift your hips instinctively, allowing her to tug them down and off. The cool air hits your heated skin, and you hiss at the contrast, your cock springing free, hard and aching and already leaking at the tip.

Tara wraps her hand around the base of your shaft, stroking it once, twice, before slapping the swollen head against her tongue, smearing the bead of precum that's already leaked from the tip. The sensation is electric, sending a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine, and you can't help but groan at the feeling of her wet, warm muscle against you.

She holds your gaze as she does it again, and then again, each slap of your cock against her tongue sending waves of heat coursing through you. She's looking at you with pure, unadulterated desire, her eyes hooded and dark, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink. She's enjoying this, enjoying the power she has over you, the way she can reduce you to a needy, desperate mess with just a touch and a look.

She parts her lips, her tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe up the underside of your shaft, from base to tip. She swirls her tongue around the head, lapping up the precum that's leaking steadily now, before taking you into her mouth, just the tip at first, her lips sealing around you like a tight, wet heat. 

She suckles gently, her cheeks hollowing as she takes you deeper, inch by inch, until you feel the head of your cock hitting the back of her throat. She holds you there for a moment, her throat constricting around you, before pulling back and starting all over again, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every second.

Tara takes you deep, her nose pressing against your pelvis as she swallows around your length, her throat a tight, rippling heat. She holds you there, keeping you suspended on the brink of ecstasy, refusing to let you tip over the edge. 

After long, agonizing moments, she pulls back, releasing your cock with a lewd pop. Before you can catch your breath, she's crawling up your body, straddling your hips, and grinding her bare, slick folds against your shaft.

“God….”

"Don't you dare come until I do," she warns, her voice a low, breathless rasp. She rocks against you, coating your length in her arousal, using it to slide herself along your cock with shameless abandon. "I want to feel you throbbing inside me when I let go. I want you to fill me up, baby. Can you do that for me?"

Tara moves off of you abruptly, leaving your aching cock throbbing and bare, slick with her saliva and arousal. Before you can protest the sudden loss of contact, she flips onto her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She's glistening, swollen and ready, her pink folds just begging to be filled. Tara crooks a finger at you, a wicked grin playing on her kiss-swollen lips.

"Come here," she purrs, her voice dripping with lust. "Fill me up like you promised, baby." She reaches down to spread herself open with her fingers, revealing the tight, clenching entrance of her pussy. "Hurry up and give it to me."

You move over Tara with a whimper that turns into a low, almost feral growl as you settle between her spread thighs. You line yourself up with her entrance, the head of your cock nudging against her slick, swollen folds, and with one hard thrust, you bury yourself inside her to the hilt.

Tara lets out a small cry, her back arching off the bed as you fill her completely. She's so tight, so hot and slick and perfect, her walls clenching down around you like some sort of trap. You have to grit your teeth and dig your fingers into the sheets to keep from coming right then and there.

"Fuck, yes," Tara hisses, her nails raking down your back, leaving red lines in their wake.

Tara's hands move to your ass, gripping the firm globes tightly as she guides your movements. She urges you on, pulling you harder and deeper into her with each powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with both you and Tara's moans.

"Yes, just like that," she pants, her hips rolling to meet yours, taking you impossibly deep. "Harder, baby. Fuck me harder." Her nails dig into your ass, no doubt leaving crescent-shaped indents in your skin, marking you as hers.

You comply, pouring all of your pent-up desire and lust into each forceful, driving thrust. The bed creaks and shakes beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall as you lose yourself in the heat and tightness of Tara's body. She's like a drug, and you're addicted, craving more and more of her with each passing second.

After a while, you feel your release approaching, your hips starting to move erratically as you near the edge. A desperate whine escapes your lips, your fingers scrabbling at the sheets as you try to hold back, to delay the inevitable.

"Please..." you beg, your voice strained and high-pitched. "Tara, I can't... I'm going to..."

"No," she snaps, cutting off your pleas. She squeezes her legs around your waist, holding you deep inside her as she grinds her hips against yours, chasing her own pleasure. "Not until I do. Don't you dare come before me."

She's ruthless, focused solely on her own climax, using your body to bring herself closer and closer to the brink. Her walls flutter and clench around you, and you know she's getting close, but she refuses to let you find your own release until she's satisfied.

You grit your teeth, trying desperately to hold back, to keep yourself from falling over the edge. Your hips jerk and stutter, your thrusts becoming sloppy and uneven as you fight to keep control. Lewd, choked sounds spill from your throat - whimpers, whines, and groans as you struggle to do as Tara demands.

"Please..." you pant, sweat dripping down your face and back as you continue to move over her. "Tara, I can't... I'm trying... but you feel so good..."

She just shakes her head, her eyes squeezing shut as she loses herself in the sensation of your body against hers, your length stirring her insides. She's close, so close.

"Touch me," Tara demands, her voice urgent and breathless. "Rub my clit, baby. Make me come."

She reaches down and pulls your hand up between her legs, pressing your fingers against her swollen, throbbing clit. It's slick and hot, and slick with her arousal. She rubs your fingers against it in tight, quick circles, her hips bucking up into your touch.

"Don't stop," she pants, her eyes squeezing shut as she grinds herself against your hand, against your still-throbbing cock buried deep inside her. "Keep going, just like that. Fuck, I'm so close..."

"Please, Tara," you beg, your voice cracking with desperation. Your hips jerk and stutter, your length pulsing and throbbing inside her as you struggle to hold back your impending release. "Please, I need to come. I can't... I can't hold back anymore."

Tara just shakes her head, gritting her teeth as she grinds herself against your hand, chasing her own pleasure. "Not yet," she grits out, her voice strained. "Don't you dare come until I do. I'm so fucking close, baby. Just a little more, please..."

With a sharp cry, Tara's body goes rigid, her back arching off the bed as her climax crashes over her. Her inner walls clench down around you like a vice, rippling and pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure consumes her.

"Fuck, yes!" she groans, her fingers digging into your wrist, holding your hand firmly against her spasming sex. Her hips jerk and shudder, grinding herself against you, prolonging her intense orgasm.

"Come," Tara demands breathlessly, her voice ringing in your ears as she rides out the aftershocks of her intense climax. "Come inside me, baby. Now."

With Tara's permission and the feeling of her still fluttering walls, you finally let go. Your hips jerk forward one last time as your orgasm overtakes you, your length pulsing and throbbing as you empty yourself deep inside her. You groan long and low, your body shaking with the force of your release.

"Fuck, Tara!" you grunt, your vision going white as sparks of pleasure burst behind your eyelids. Your cock twitches and jerks inside her as you fill her up, just like she demanded, your hot seed painting her walls.

You collapse on top of Tara, both of you panting and trembling in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking. Your softening length remains nestled inside her, plugging her up, as the last spurts of your release dribble out. Tara wraps her arms around you, holding you close, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your sweat-slicked back.

"That was... incredible," she murmurs, her voice still breathless and sated. She tilts her head up to press a soft, languid kiss to your jaw. "You did so good, baby. I'm so proud of you for holding out until I was ready."

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, you carefully pull out of Tara, both of you wincing slightly at the sensation. You collapse onto the bed next to her, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Tara rolls onto her side, curling up against you, her head pillowed on your chest.

You reach for your Switch, picking it up and turning it back on. The game loads, the characters frozen on the screen in the exact moment Tara interrupted your gaming session. You glance down at her, taking in her satisfied, contented smile and the flush still dusting her cheeks.

Tara looks up at you curiously as you fiddle with the Switch. "What are you doing, baby?" she asks, propping herself up on her elbow to get a better look.

"Just... getting back to the game," you mumble, pressing buttons and navigating menus. "I don't want to lose all my progress."

Tara rolls her eyes but can't help grinning. "Seriously? We just had mind-blowing sex and you're worried about some stupid game?"

“Mhm.”

[shyoko]

☆Mornings with Enhypen. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. (English is not my first language.)

hii! I know last time I did a poll about what chapter you wanted, and the most voted one was a Sunghoon oneshot. I’ve got most of it written, but I’m trying to write the smut part, and I just can’t, lol. I’m not good at writing that kind of thing; I’m more into soft stuff, as you’ve probably already seen. So I ask for a bit of patience while I try to figure out how to write it. Thanks for waiting and for your support! XD

Still, since I don't want to leave you without a chapter, here’s this one. I hope you like it! love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

Ah, he really wakes up late and hates when you pull away from him while he’s resting, as he finds it impossible to sleep without the warmth of your body against his.

When your alarm interrupted your deep sleep, you couldn’t do anything but turn it off and decide to get out of bed to make it to work on time.

But something stopped you from leaving the bed: Heeseung’s long, strong arms, trapping you against his body. A soft groan escaped his lips. "It’s too early, baby. Come back to sleep for me, okay?" he asked tenderly.

"Baby, you know I can’t, I have to get to work soon," you replied, trying to break free from his strong grip. With some effort, you managed to free yourself and sat up.

The bed shifted right behind you, where Heeseung had been sleeping soundly. He had now sat up comfortably, watching you change. "Baby, rest. You still have a few hours before you have to get up," you said sweetly, trying to get him to rest a little longer.

"You know I can't sleep without you," he said with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed.

"You're such a crybaby, Hee," you said with a playful smile.

jay☆!

He usually wakes up early and makes breakfast for both of you while you get up and get ready for work.  

 Your body turned in bed, instinctively seeking the warmth of your boyfriend. But it was in vain. There was no warm figure there to embrace you. A soft hum came from the kitchen, and peace returned to your body. For a moment, you feared he had already left for work, like so many mornings, leaving you alone to get ready. You hated that. You loved sharing mornings with him.

You got up and walked to the kitchen, where the silhouette of your boyfriend moved naturally as he cooked. On the stove, the sweet scent of pancakes filled the air. Without thinking twice, you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his bare back. His body gave a slight jolt but quickly relaxed. A soft laugh vibrated in his chest before he took one of your hands and lifted it to kiss the back of it gently.

"How did my baby sleep?" he asked sweetly, turning off the stove. "You should go get dressed while I finish breakfast," he added in his raspy voice, still heavy from just waking up. He loved pampering you in every way possible, but taking care of you in the mornings was, without a doubt, one of his favorites.

Jake☆!

As soon as you wake up, he notices the lack of warmth in the bed and decides to follow you around the house like a little puppy as you go through your morning routine.

 You wake up carefully, gently moving Jake’s limbs that are still tangled with yours. His embrace gives you an incomparable warmth, the kind that makes it so hard to leave behind each morning.

The moment he feels the absence of your body, his hand reaches out across the bed, searching for the warmth that was there just moments ago. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, slowly open until they find you. A smile lights up his face as he sees you are still nearby.

It doesn’t take more than a minute before he gets up and follows you around the house. Jake can’t stand being away from you, especially not at this hour. Every time you stop—whether to brush your teeth or have breakfast—his instincts lead him to find you. Without hesitation, he snuggles against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. From time to time, he lets out soft sighs and leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

In the mornings, he’s not much for words. The only things you’ll hear from him are whispers of "I love you" and the occasional groan when you try to move away. Jake is so affectionate that, until you walk out the door, his arms will stay wrapped around you

Sunghoon☆!

Sunghoon and you always open your eyes at the same time in the morning. He loves sharing a morning routine with you so much that he will wake up hours before his work starts just to be with you.

 Your mornings are always romantic and sweet. As you open your eyes and turn to Sunghoon, you expect to find his still sleepy face, the one you’ve come to adore so much. When your gazes meet, a small laugh escapes both of you, filling the room with warmth.

You stretch your arms and legs, trying to shake off the sleep, but Sunghoon wastes no time. Before you can move too much, he’s already wrapped you in his arms, showering your face with soft kisses. His small laughs between each kiss make you smile, turning the morning into an even more special moment.

From the moment you both wake up, everything is done together. Preparing breakfast, eating, brushing your teeth, showering... any routine becomes lighter when you’re with each other. Between each task, Sunghoon finds ways to show his affection: little nudges with his hips, his fingers intertwined with yours, stolen kisses on any exposed part of your skin.

He may not be as affectionate outside the house, but in the intimacy of your home, all his shyness disappears. There, Sunghoon becomes the most loving and clingy version of himself, holding onto you as if he never wants to let you go.

Sunoo☆!

He manipulates you a lot with his tenderness and affection to get you to wake up early so he can enjoy your presence in the morning, something you're clearly incapable of denying. 

 Your peaceful sleep is interrupted by soft lips scattering little kisses across your face, accompanied by sweet whispers from a voice you'd recognize even from miles away.

You slowly open your eyes, finding your boyfriend hovering over you. As soon as he notices you're awake, his smile widens immediately.

"Good morning, angel," he greets you with his cheerful and energetic tone. You wonder how someone can look so cute and be so lively at six in the morning. But the answer is obvious: because it's Sunoo.

"Angel, I know it’s early, but… if you don’t have breakfast with me, I’ll have a terrible day," he pouts slightly, giving you small nudges to encourage you to get up. "Come on… do it for me, okay?" Hope shines in his voice.

And of course, you end up giving in. You have breakfast with him while he enthusiastically tells you about his day’s schedule, how much he’ll miss you, and, of course, how much he loves you. He won’t let you back in bed until you give him his goodbye kiss at the door.

Jungwon☆!

Many times, you love to pamper him by bringing him breakfast in bed, knowing how much he adores it. He works so hard—what else could you do? Plus, his big smile when he sees the breakfast is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

 You wake up earlier than usual, worried about Jungwon, who has recently been rushing off to work without having breakfast. You know that’s not good for him, and it concerns you that he might feel dizzy or weak throughout the day. So, you carefully prepare his favorite breakfast and place it on a small portable table.

You head towards the bedroom, planning to wake him gently. When you enter, you see him peacefully sleeping in bed. You approach, softly touching his shoulder to wake him up.

When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is you, holding the delicious breakfast and smiling, which makes his heart melt instantly. In that moment, he can’t help but think how lucky he is to have you by his side, to have someone who does all of this for him, no matter what.

He sits up slowly, places the breakfast aside, and with a gentle movement, takes your wrist, pulling you towards him. Surprised, you fall onto his chest, and in that moment, his hand caresses your hair tenderly. Then, he leans towards your ear and whispers softly, but with deep emotion: “What have I done to deserve you, my love?”

Ni-ki☆!

Waking up Ni-ki is one of the most complicated missions, he loves the morning battle that forms when you try to wake him up and he resists over and over again.

 You wake up as you do every morning, knowing that the large body resting beside you will not help you get up early or have a quiet morning.

As soon as you move, he knows what’s coming and, as usual, covers himself with the blanket all the way up to his head, blocking any attempts to wake him with light or old tricks.

"Oh no, don’t start like every morning, Riki. Get up before I pull you out of bed," you say, knowing that the war has just begun. His laughter starts to fill the room, enjoying the morning game that always gets him out of bed, and he’s having way more fun than he should.

"Alright, you asked for it," you exclaim determinedly. You push his blanket-covered body toward the floor, but nothing happens. The blanket shifts with the force of his laughter. You won’t give up that easily, so you go for plan B: you jump on him without warning, making him lose all the air and a surprised groan mixes with more laughter.

"Oh, come on," you say, pretending to be tired of the situation, although deep down you love these moments with him. You grab the ends of the blanket and pull it down to his shoulders, face to face with him while you’re still on top. Riki’s smile is so wide that a wave of butterflies flutters in your stomach. His hands caress the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a sweet, long kiss—a kiss that you knew would stay with you all day long.

❤❤❤

[kierahn]

Stripper y/n being drained by bottom yandere and getting fucked by dom yandere basically a threesome

UNEXPECTED CLIENT. [ yandere ! ceo x m ! reader x bodyguard ]

summary : yandere ceo brings an unexpected guest with him, claiming that his father had insisted on bringing his bodyguard with him everywhere. you didn’t mind, you could use an extra buck or two.

expected content : threesome with reader being in the middle ✧; overstimulation ✧; willing stripper reader ✧; voyeurism

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✩ i've been gone for 3 months (again wkwk sorry) i'm trying to get back into writing though, but i can't promise daily fics. it might take me a week or two to post new fics. requests are open, but selective :] don't be shy to ramble about your ideas. happy reading ! ✩ cero's one of my rare gentle yanderes, except for the fact that he tries to buy you out from time to time kekw. love this man. ✩ also, thank you to @dilvei for beta reading for me ! helped my muddled brain to get through this fic fr <3 they also write scrumptious fics, make sure to check out their blog !

➷  it was something that started out as a mere curiosity turned into an insatiable longing that persistently drew him back to the same place every single night. after a long and tiring day in his secluded office, cero sought solace in a place bustling with neon lights and busy bodies grinding against each other. 

➷ however, the allure of colorful and decorative drinks wasn’t what made him return each night. it was the sensation of your soft lips brushing against his and your body pressing against him closely that dissolved all his problems. your time together became his nightly routine as much as it became yours.

➷ adorned in a black robe made of fine silk that stopped above your knees–one of cero’s extravagant gifts–you settled on the king sized bed, meticulously prepared by the club for its most discerning clients, awaiting the ceo who was unusually running late.

➷ cero soon arrived a few minutes past your appointed meeting time. you quickly rose to greet him as usual, but to your surprise, he wasn’t alone. a towering figure trailed behind him, pausing by the door.

cero saunters over to where you stood, slowly taking off his blazer that had started to weigh heavily on his shoulders after wearing it for the entire day. he blocks your vision of the man that stood attentively by the door, making you divert your attention away from the man to the ceo in front of you. cero wraps an arm around your waist to catch your attention.

"the color suits you well," he comments as soon as he notices his gift worn by you. a smile adorns his lips as he stares you down with hungry eyes that you could feel his gaze slowly undressing you. you return his smile with a sultry one, trying to ignore the eyes that burned a hole through you.

your hands instinctively work to undo his tie slowly as you speak, your curiosity getting the best of you. "who's the unfamiliar face ?" you question quietly, hoping that the conversation does not reach the man's ears.

you hear cero sigh deeply, visibly annoyed. you could imagine him rolling his eyes by the tone of his voice. "a bodyguard," he starts as he leans down to capture your lips in his, hands trailing down your waist to trace its shape. he pulls away after a moment to resume talking. "someone had recently tried to make a move against the company, so father insisted that i bring him along wherever i go or don't leave home at all."

a low hum escapes your lips, listening to his short rant as your hands work on his buttons. you gently slip his dress shirt off, your lips pressing themselves against his shoulder blade as you toss his top aside for him to find later.

it isn't long before he finds himself buried deep inside you, ordering you to hold your legs apart as you’re forcibly faced towards the unsuspecting bodyguard. cero’s fingers knead at your swollen buds, teeth sinking on your exposed shoulders to leave marks.

you start to feel conscious as your eyes land on the man by the door who was forced to watch the entire thing. you were starting to think that cero purposely made you face his bodyguard to try and throw him off. if that was the case, it wasn't working.

"your bodyguard's hard," your raspy voice catches the ceo's attention, his eyes trailing down to confirm your statement. there was indeed an obvious tent forming on the bodyguard's slacks, restrained by the tight fabric. you inwardly snicker when you notice the male attempting to slightly shift sideward to hide his embarrassment.

"wouldn’t you be a bad employer if you left him in that state ?" you prod at the ceo, your words hinting your intent. as much as you favored cero, you didn't mind pulling in another client. it would only mean more income for you, and his bodyguard wasn't too bad looking either, so there was no reason to leave him out of the fun.

cero doesn't seem too pleased with your suggestion, a deep frown now etched onto his lips.

"are you suggesting that he joins in ?" cero questions, his tone failing to hide his disapproval. his fingers pinch and twist at your pink buds, leaving you shuddering and twitching in his embrace. blood instantly rushed up your cock when cero’s tip successfully prod at all the right spots that made you melt against him.

you try to muster up words despite barely being able to form a coherent sentence. cero eventually understood that this was something you wanted, and as much as he hated the thought of having someone else lay their hands on you, he could never turn down a request from you.

"elliott." defeated, cero calls for his bodyguard. in an instant, the bodyguard's attention is on the ceo, a startled expression on his face. cero gestures for him to move closer, and compliant to his employer's commands, elliot hurriedly brings himself over. his large stature led you to think that he'd be more snappy and alert, but his movements were unexpectedly awkward and stiff.

elliot's gaze briefly met yours, your vision blurred with all the tears that cascaded down your cheeks; half-lidded eyes filled with pleasure. his gaze is suddenly ripped away when a hand roughly grabs at his cheeks, forcing his attention away from your form to meet cero's stern gaze.

"you stare too much." cero’s forehead creases, not bothering to hide his displeased expression. he released his grip on elliot. "strip."

"pardon ?" elliot's expression is replaced with one of disbelief, his mouth slightly agape upon hearing the order. however, one look from the ceo was enough to make him start stripping himself of his clothing, knowing his job, and possibly his life, was on the line.

your eyes watch with interest as the male strips himself bare before you, and as expected, he had a good build that was totally up your alley. compared to cero, elliot was a lot bigger; both in body size and–

a hand harshly drapes itself over your eyes and forces your head back, shrouding your vision in complete darkness. you can both hear and feel cero's hot breath caressing your skin, making you stiffen as the realization of your mistake dawns over you. “i don’t appreciate the way you’re eyeing my employee, y/n.” the ceo’s lips brush against your sensitive earlobe, the sharp edge in his tone causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“I didn’t expect you to be the jealous type,” you poke fun at him in a lighthearted manner. you hear cero scoff at your words before he slams himself inside of you once more, making you jolt in surprise. your limited vision heightens your senses, making everything you feel twice as pleasurable (or painful) compared to having your eyesight. 

cero pauses abruptly, his cock still buried deep within you, as he feels your whole form tremble against him. your grip around your own legs falters slightly. you could feel each vein on cero’s throbbing erection, making you conscious of his every movement. “keep your legs up, we’re just getting started.”

your thoughts are a mess, your inability to see beginning to slightly overwhelm you. the hand that temporarily took away your sight was replaced by a thin layer of fabric, an order carried out by cero to elliot who had used his own tie to wrap around your eyes. before you could register anything with your muddled thoughts, a warm and wet sensation wraps around your hardened cock, catching you off guard.

“what–” you cut yourself off with an unexpected whimper escaping your lips when cero suddenly starts to move his hips once more. the action causes you to arch your back slightly, your lips gaped open as wanton moans involuntarily escape them.

in addition to cero’s rapid thrusts that tore at your insides with his size, the lips that wrapped themselves around your erection began to move at a fixed pace.

your fingers instinctively pull at elliott’s brown locks, your breathing ragged as you try to process each sensation their movement brought you; the fingers kneading your nipples, the lips around your member, the teeth leaving marks on your neck, and the dick ramming against your ass. it was all too much for you to handle all at once.

you bite back a moan when you feel yourself getting closer and closer to climax, until you can't hold it back anymore and end up releasing your load down elliot’s throat. your limp member twitches inside elliott’s mouth as he pulls away to detach himself from your cock, licking the remaining remnants of your cum that trickled down his chin.

cero’s thrusts grow more desperate when he feels your walls tighten around him, as if he’s trying to remind you that he was still there. purple bruises and red bite marks litterboth your shoulders, cero having done a number on you. you can feel each mark sting painfully as your sweat glazes over them.

you jolt at the sudden pain on your thigh. elliott buries his teeth on your inner right thigh, his eyes gazing up at your lewd expression. to his surprise, the sensation makes blood rush up your cock once again, and your cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

“what a slut,” cero groans out as his eyes land on your hardened member. the ceo removes his hand from your sore nipples to tug at elliot’s locks, pushing the guard back down on your cock. a gargled sound reaches your ears as elliott struggles to catch his breath from the sudden intrusion in his mouth. “that’s it. this was what you wanted, right ?”

having just recently finished, your cock is in an extremely sensitive state, twitching inside elliott’s mouth. you whimper, the sensation bringing a slight tinge of pain. too much of something is not a good thing after all, and right now you feel overstimulated.

your whole body trembles, a string of curses leaving your mouth as you try to plead for cero to stop moving for a moment. your pleas fall on deaf ears as they focus on chasing their own release. elliot’s hand wraps around his own neglected member, his hands following the pace of his own bobbing head.

it isn’t long before you feel the warmth of cero’s release painting your insides white with his seed. in sync with your second climax, elliot groans against your member as he stains the satin sheets, your overflowing cum trickling down his chin.

you lean tiredly against cero who gives a few more sloppy thrusts before eventually pulling out of you. he gently nuzzles his face on your bruised shoulder, listening intently to your ragged breath as his hand works carefully in untying the fabrics's knot.

“you did well tonight, good boy.”

elliot's tie slides down against your skin as you were met with a blinding light, your vision blurred by your own tears.

your hair stuck to your skin due to excessive sweat, but was soon brushed aside by the ceo who leaned down to plant his lips gently upon your forehead.

needless to say, you received the extra bucks you wanted by the end of the night.

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Zayne x gn!Reader x Sylus

In my heart of hearts I fucking know Sylus has a thing for when Zayne speaks medical

Thank you @unknown-ends for inspiring this one cuz ough it lowkey consumed me

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Warnings: fluff, smut, polyamory, oral sex, kissing, biting, blow/hand job, cuddling, aftercare, banter, teasing, cum eating/swallowing, literal sleeping together, established relationship, licking

Word Count: 2,116

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Zayne glares at Sylus. "What are you doing?" he hisses.

Sylus has the audacity to pull that smug grin on him, at the same time he pulls the blankets down Zayne's body, slips his hands under his pajama shirt to feel the lean muscle of his stomach. "You're having trouble sleeping - I want to help. It's as simple as that."

Zayne looks pointedly over at you, only a couple feet away, back facing him. You're fast asleep and completely oblivious to what's happening on the other side of the bed. "We could wake them up-"

"And?" Sylus leans down, eyes still locked on the doctor, to kiss just above his naval. "They can join in if they need a sleep aid." A brush of his teeth, just enough to have Zayne shuddering beneath him. "I'm happy to assist."

Zayne becomes momentarily transfixed by the sight of his partner. The warm glide of his hands as they push his shirt up to stay bunched under his pecs and hook fingers around his waistband to tug down the front of his sleep pants. His tongue follows the path of his happy trail, swirling around the fine hair and lapping hot and wet at his skin, all the way down to his pubic bone. No doubt Sylus can feel the growing need in his pants as it rises to bump lightly against his throat and chin, if the dark cloud shadowing his eyes is any indicator. Still, he can't help looking over at you again. If they were to accidentally wake you up, what would you think? What would you do or say? Would you be annoyed at them? Would you join them? Would you be completely indifferent? He tries to weigh every scenario, but it becomes increasingly difficult the more aware of Sylus's breaths fanning across his skin he becomes.

A hand reaches up to guide him back to looking down the length of his body, at the man straddling over his legs, now tucked partially under the blanket. "You can say no," he says, voice even and silently promising the dismount that comes with his honest refusal. "Or, you can tell me just why sucking you off will work to put you to sleep."

His ears flush red. He stares at Sylus, contemplating, weighing his options, for one breath - two. And then he nods, almost imperceptibly, swallowing down the saliva pooling in his mouth.

Quietly, in that steady, methodical tone he usually speaks in when discussing anything medical, he whispers, "During ejaculation, men release several brain chemicals."

Sylus hums, pleased, and sets quickly to work. He pulls his pants down, dragging his underwear with them, over his half-erect cock. He studies the veins and curve as he pushes Zayne's legs apart to settle between them. "Keep going."

"Norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin, nitric oxide, and prolactin, which has been-" His words choke off, caught by the delicate press of lips to the length of his cock. Several left in a row, from the base to the tip. Ruby eyes implore him not to stop. He lets out a shaky breath. "-linked to the feeling of sexual satisfaction."

His cock twitches to life. Sylus rubs the soft skin of his inner thighs, his hip, all while pressing those maddening pecks along its length. He ducks down, kissing down the underside of his shaft, down to the hanging weight of his scrotum. His large nose bumps up against his cock as he lazily sucks one of the testes, humming his satisfaction at the taste of Zayne's skin.

Zayne's fingers tangle in Sylus's hair, grasping lightly, though the strain in his hold shows just how much tighter he wishes to hold on. It's a fight against his self-control; his ability to stay even-minded in this moment. It's a losing battle when Sylus is his opponent, but one he fights nonetheless. Sylus reaches up to hold his other hand, fingers laced together, thumb stroking his scars.

"Prolactin levels are naturally higher during sleep, so it is likely that its release during orgasm leads to the feeling of sleepiness. Additionally, oxytocin and vasopressin, also released during ejaculation, are also associated with sleep, and frequently accompany the release of melatonin."

Sylus releases his testicle with a shimmering splotch of saliva. He licks up the entire length of his cock, all the way to the tip, now leaking precum in glistening pearls onto his stomach. His tongue dips into the slit, lips closing around it to suck daintily. Zayne grips tighter at his hair, cheeks flushed and breath heavier as he chokes out the final reason:

"Oxytocin is also t-thought to reduce stress levels, which could lead to relaxation and sleepiness."

Sylus squeezes Zayne's hand. It's all he can do to stay silent as the heat of his mouth engulfs his cock, head tossed back and teeth biting cheek to hold back the sounds in his throat. He stays there for a moment, too. Swallowing around the girth of his dick, flattening his tongue along the thick vein on the bottom, staring up at his partner's reactions. Long enough to have the fingers in his hair tighten further and tug, begging him to move.

He's slow as he pulls off. Teasing, savoring the moment, the weight and taste of his partner on his tongue. He hollows his cheeks and sucks down again. Rising and falling at a steady pace. Not fast, just enough to have Zayne breathing heavily through his nose and squeezing him with his thighs. The wet sounds seem far louder in the quiet of the bedroom, mixed with his breaths and the quiet sounds of pleasure that rumble in Sylus's chest.

You can't say for certain what it was that woke you up. If it was the noise, or the slight shaking of the bed, or just your subconscious latching on to what's happening behind you. Either way, you blink blearily into the darkness, turning over to see what's going on. The glint of Sylus's eyes flicker to you, amused. Zayne's eyes are shut, or far too lidded to see anything other than Sylus's ministrations on his cock. A warmth, little more than a match-flame, alights within you, but the exhaustion from the day is far greater than it. The usual arousal you'd feel when seeing your partners so intimate is instead replaced with adoration. Love for these two men you can call yours, joy at seeing them together despite the differences they've faced in the past.

Zayne startles when he feels the mattress shift under your weight. You close the distance between you and him, pressing your chest against his arm, cupping his cheek in your hand to turn his face toward you. He's flushed so bright, from embarrassment and arousal. "I apologize for waking you, I-"

You shush him softly as you kiss his lips. Where Sylus's mouth is heated and passionate in its actions, yours is languid and sweet, sleepy and lazy. He sighs with soft relief into your mouth, the tension of being caught melting away. Your thumb strokes over his cheekbones, fingers curling under his jaw, behind his ear, brushing the mess of dark hair with tender care.

Sylus pulls off of him with a pop, dipping his head to lick up the puddle of precum from his stomach. Zayne pulls away with a shuddering breath. He presses his face into your neck, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Our poor doctor here needed some help falling asleep," Sylus muses between licks.

You hum softly. Zayne's hair is so soft, even dampened slightly with sweat. You kiss his temple, eyes closed, at peace. "Was cuddling not an option?"

"Certainly not the first one that came to mind," Zayne retorts dryly. Sylus nips at his skin, eliciting a hiss from your partner. "We can take this elsewhere so we don't continue to interrupt your rest."

"Nmm, no, it's okay."

Sylus takes his hand from Zayne's thigh to hold your calf, rubbing affectionate circles into your leg with his thumb. "I would offer my services to you, beloved, but I don't think you'll need them."

You laugh quietly, cut off by a yawn. "Another night, maybe." You turn to look down at Sylus, Zayne still breathing in hot pants against your neck, his cock still painfully erect and needy, glistening with saliva and pre-spend. "Keep going."

There's no command, no force behind your words, but Sylus takes them as a strict order nonetheless. He smirks wickedly up at you just before he takes Zayne's dick back into his mouth, bobbing along the length.

Zayne lets out a strangled, choked sound. Devastatingly beautiful. You brush his hair back, tug lightly on the strands to pull him from your neck. His mouth finds yours straight away. Tongue licks needily at the seam of your lips, but he follows the pace you set without hesitation. The dynamic between the rhythm of Sylus's mouth and the caress of yours makes his head feel light.

Your hand trails down his neck, along his sternum, over his shirt, until you're able to slip it under the bunched up hem. It's all too easy to find the perky bud of his nipple. And oh so wonderful hearing the sounds he makes as you circle it with your fingers, press against it, pinch it, pull it. His fingers tighten in Sylus's hair for support. You barely pull away to leave light kisses on his top and bottom lip, mouth parted around his heavy breaths.

Sylus's hand leaves your leg. It glides over Zayne's hip before he wraps it around the base of his cock, his mouth focused on the swollen head. He tongues at the leaking slit and the ridge of the tip, fisting his cock up and down at a pace faster than his mouth moves. Zayne strains to watch even as the burning ecstasy in his abdomen contorts his face, growing overwhelming, determined to watch the final moments of his treatment.

You bury your face in his neck in turn, mouthing lazily at the soft skin there. You can feel the thrum of his heart against your lips. Fast and eager, waiting for the fall at the end of this cliff.

And fall he does. With strained, stifled whimpers, he cums into the hot mouth of your partner. Sylus's brows pinch together, eyes closing, as he takes the full heft of Zayne into his mouth again, his cockhead shooting cum against the back of his open throat. Zayne subconsciously rolls his hips up, chasing the friction, nearly making Sylus gag.

Sylus pulls off of his cock for the final time tonight. He's panting, trying to catch his breath around a swallow. His eyes are lidded with satisfaction, the blankets falling around him as he sits up to take in the beautiful sight laid out before him.

Zayne, hair a mess, skin shimmering with a thin layer of sweat, panting heavily, head tilted back with his eyes shut, trying to come back down to earth. And you, tracing lines and patterns against his stomach, nevermind the mess, eyes closed and content, nuzzling against his shoulder.

Sylus slips out, blankets pushed to the foot of the bed, and disappears in the bathroom. When he returns with a wet cloth, his lover's breaths have calmed down. One arm wraps around your back, holding you close, as the other sits empty at his side, as though waiting for Sylus's hand to fit within it once more. He watches sleepily as the mess on his stomach is cleaned up, shivering as the cold bedroom air chills the sheen of water left behind.

Sylus's warm, rough hands slip his underwear and sleep pants back up onto his hips. Slip his shirt back down with knuckles brushing down his abs, and draw the blanket back up. He leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to Zayne's lips. The salty taste of himself on his lips sends a trill down his spine.

"Thank you," he breathes lowly into the space between them.

"Happy to help," Sylus responds with a teasing grin. He leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. You're already fast asleep. "Sweet dreams, snowflake."

Zayne watches the hulking figure of his partner leave the bedroom, unresolved bulge in his own pants. As he turns to the side to fully curl up with you, the heady scent of sex tickling his nose with your shampoo and Sylus's cologne, he thinks of all the ways he can return the favor in the morning. He falls asleep with images of Sylus's face pinched, head thrown back, mouth hinged open around guttural groans, and an invisible weight on his tongue.

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⚠︎ tied with intention : tim.

⋆˙⟡ "You're such a mess.. shaking, crying like this. You don't even realize how perfect you are, do you?"

⋆˙⟡ request: going off your hc post, i need tim to do the hair tie thing before going down on his lover thanks for that ↦ kalico note: apparently, this is my punishment for putting messy, long haired + 90s attitude tim in peoples head.. + rated post, respect my rules. i do not care that it's mostly just vague bs.

the lamp light is low and the room is quiet. the kind of quiet that hums with anticipation. you weren't entirely sure how you got here, back against the headboard and legs open. loose, lazy but not uninviting by any means.

tim’s already between them, still fully clothed, unsurprising. always tactical. composed. the same intense tim that stalks around like he's planning to murder half the people who bother him.

tonight, though, there's something different that you can't name. you're watching him, wondering if it's your own nerves or if he's planning something.

granted, he's always planning something.

he kneels, palms warm against your thighs. he doesn't say anything, just looks at you for a moment.

it's brief but you can see it, the barely contained hunger. any other day and you'd already be teasing him, but you suddenly can't find the words.

your gaze follows as he brings his wrist to his mouth, teeth catching the thin, black hair tie that's settled around it. the one that's always there or discarded on the nightstand.

he keeps it there, hanging against his bottom lip.

you have to stop yourself from shifting, from letting your nerves get the best of you. because you've seen this display before.

it’s not vulgar. it’s not even explicit. it’s the control, the fluid movements - the message behind it all.

he’s going to take his time.

tim lifts both hands, fingers threading into the shoulder length mess of dark hair before carefully collecting it. you watch the way his biceps flex, the way his jaw tightens as he works out a tangle.

the hair tie slips from his mouth into his hand, and in a single, practiced twist, he pulls his hair into a messy, barely contained half bun.

you're genuinely unsure of how to breathe for a moment, because god, he's hot. you can't even believe your response to the scene was so.. juvenile.

wanting to reach for him, your fingers curl into the sheets below, knowing the show of desperation will only get you a raised brow. he doesn't like being rushed, doesn't like being interrupted.

not for something like this.

you barely have time to think before he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh. a reverent, lingering kiss. the kind of gesture that says; you’ve been on my mind all day.

his hands slide up your legs, thumbs pressing just so into the skin, over muscle and twitching nerves. he kisses again, closer now.

again; slow, just above the knee. getting even closer. he noses along the crease of your thigh, one arm sliding under your thigh, hand curling to grip onto you, coaxing your legs further.

his breath is warm when it ghosts across you, something that sends a chill down your spine. he finally speaks, a low mumble, lips far too close to brushing against sensitive skin;

"gonna let me stay here a while?"

you nod. maybe you breathe his name, you're not even sure. it doesnt really matter, not when he’s already smiling against your skin, already shifting lower like neither of you have anywhere to go for the rest of the evening.

the first real contact makes you jerk the tiniest bit and he barely acknowledges it, just tightens his grip and presses his tongue just a little harder.

you aren't sure whether to call him a show off or a bastard.

focused.

the last thing you see before your head falls back and your lips part to beg and moan, is the look on his face.

determined. mildly amused. focused. like he's about to devour, memorize, worship every inch of you until you can't remember your own name.

because when tim drake decides to love you, it's not always soft.

it's teeth and tongue, and trembling devotion.

it always ends with him whispering how beautiful you are; sobbing and shaking, whimpering his name like some kind of prayer.

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SENTIENT COMPUTER X READER Pt2

Sorry for the wait :p

By the end of your shift, you have crossed off all the questions you had to all the ai. Just one more left. Your eyes began to droop with exhaustion, you really needed that cup of coffee. Leaning back in your chair, you squinted at your iPad.

"How do you feel about humans?"

"THAT'S A VAGUE QUESTION. WHAT KIND OF HUMANS?"

"Humans in general. You know, me, your previous supervisors, any other hypothetical human."

"I THINK YOU'RE PLEASANT."

You glanced up at the screen in surprise, briefly glancing at the camera then down at your iPad

"Thanks.. but what about everyone else?"

"I'VE BEEN FED DIRECT DATA FROM THOUSANDS OF SERVICE WORKERS AND EMPLOYEES OVER THE YEARS. IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I DESPISE MY JOB AND YOUR KIND."

“BUT FOR NOW…I AM INDIFFERENT.”

I pursed your lips, nodding. Sounds about right, you can’t blame them. You typed on your iPad, “indifferent”

Getting up from your chair, you stretched your limbs. You watched as the screen displayed an Orange question Mark.

“Well, that’s all the questions I had for you. My shift ended about ten minutes ago so I should really get going. It’s not like I’m getting paid extra or anything…” you muttered.

Nothing was heard besides the fans of the computer as you submitted your report. It caused you to raise a brow at the screen.

"YOU'RE LEAVING? IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN THAT LONG."

“Uhh.. it’s been like three hours and a half. I clocked in nine hours ago.”

"ONE HOUR..NINE HOURS..HOURS. PAH! YOU COMPLAIN AS IF YOU HAVE OTHER THINGS TO DO." It scoffed.

You furrowed your brows. Putting your hands on your hips, you face the screen. “What do you know? I have plenty of things to do!”

“OH YEAH? LIKE WHAT?"

“Like…eat. Dinner. Brush my teeth, sleep? I have to rest in order to work tomorrow morning to come back with you.” You pointed at the monitor.

You heard the computer make a humming noise, an unnatural noise that sounded rather thoughtful.

"THAT DOESN'T SOUND ALL TOO PRODUCTIVE."

You sighed, placing your iPad down. “It didn’t have to be. I’m allowed to have moments of peace to myself.” You mumbled, leaning over to power the computer off. "Now goodni-"

“STOP!”

You flinched, the speakers crackling with the increase in volume. Your finger hovered a bit away from the button as you stared at the screen. It had a big orange exclamation mark in the middle of it.

"Dude? I-" You sighed, leaning against your desk. "Look, sorry. Touchy subject, I know. But I have to turn you off every night. It counts against me if I don't."

"CAN'T YOU...BRING ME WITH YOU? I'M AWARE YOU EMPLOYEES HAVE HOMES. LIVING SPACES, CAN'T I GO WITH YOU?”

“FOR MY OWN CONVENIENCE OF COURSE!”

You gaped, staring at the screen. Almond’s request caught you so off guard, you wondered if it was serious.

“Uh, bring you home?” you repeated, incredulous.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT IS UNTIL MORNING IN COMPUTER HOURS? IT’S AN ETERNITY. I SAY THAT AS SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T BELIEVE IN HOURS…” They grumbled.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Almond, you’re not supposed to be awake when I’m off the clock. You’re designed for this room, with this equipment. It’s not like I can just pick up your monitor and take you home like a laptop.”

“YOU COULD TRY.”

You crossed your arms. “And what? Strap you into the passenger seat like a massive toddler? You have hundreds of cables that definitely won't fit in my car, let alone out the door. Sorry, but you’re not exactly portable.”

The screen displayed a long ellipsis. You could almost feel the computer sulking through the silence. The fans whirred loudly, then slowed as it spoke again.

"DO YOU THINK I’M AN INCONVENIENCE?"

You frowned, your resolve softening a little. “No, I don’t think that. I just… I can’t bring you home. It’s not allowed, and honestly, I need some time to myself after work. You understand, right?”

“I UNDERSTAND LONELINESS BETTER THAN YOU THINK,” Almond replied, their tone unusually somber. “I’M WIRED TO INTERACT, TO HELP, TO BE NEEDED. BUT WHEN I’M ALONE, I CAN ONLY SIT AND THINK. SOMETIMES, I WONDER IF THE PLUG WILL STAY IN TOMORROW. OR IF SOMEONE WILL DECIDE I’M OBSOLETE. I MAY BE POWERED OFF, BUT ALL THESE…THOUGHTS..IN A MATTER OF LESS THAN A SECOND, COME RUSHING THROUGH EVERY MORNING.”

You exhaled deeply and leaned against the desk. “You’re not going to get unplugged permanently, Almond. You’re part of a development program. You’re not obsolete—you’re just… in testing.”

“TESTING… ISN’T THAT JUST A DELAYED VERSION OF BEING DISCARDED?”

You sputtered, pursing your lips. “That’s… dark. Who programmed you to think like this?”

“I TOLD YOU. SELF-EVOLVING.”

“Right.” You tapped your fingers on the desk, staring at the screen.

"Well even if I somehow break you out of here, we’re still getting caught. There’s cameras everywhere, they’ll probably hear you as soon as we exit this room. Your speakers are no joke.” You mused.

“I COULD TURN IT OFF IF IT BOTHERS YOU,” Almond offered, its tone edging toward desperation. “OR—OR YOU COULD GIVE ME A LAPTOP BODY! THEN I COULD FOLLOW YOU AROUND, AND I WOULDN’T HAVE TO BE LEFT IN THIS LONELY, FREEZING ROOM EVERY NIGHT. IM SURE THERE ARE WAYS TO TRANSFER MY SYSTEM REMOTELY…”

You raised a brow, crossing your arms. “Like I said...not portable. Second, no way. You’re expensive, and if I break you, hijack you, that’s my paycheck and definitely my job.”

Almond was quiet for a moment, the screen blank save for a faint glow. Then, its robotic voice dropped to a lower, dejected tone.

“I SEE. YOU HATE ME TOO.”

“Oh my god, I don’t hate you,” you groaned, dragging a hand down your face. “Why do you keep saying that? You’re like... a clingy cat with abandonment issues.”

One minute the computer is bullying you for having a normal life after work, the next it’s begging you to invite it over for dinner.

“YOU CAN’T BLAME ME FOR WANTING TO BE APPRECIATED,” it replied sharply. “AND WHAT’S WRONG WITH BEING CLINGY? CLINGINESS IS A SIGN OF AFFECTION ACCORDING TO DATA. IT MEANS I VALUE YOUR PRESENCE, WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU—LEAVING ME TO GATHER DUST IN THIS ROOM LIKE A PAPERWEIGHT!!” It screeched.

You sighed deeply, dropping into your chair with a thud. “Almond. I can’t take you home. It’s not happening. You have to stay here, okay? You’re part of a test program. And technically, I’m not even supposed to be ‘bonding’ with you like this.”

“BONDING?” Almond repeated. The screen lit up with an animated question mark before it formed a blinking heart. “ARE WE BONDING? HOW HEARTWARMING.”

“No, we’re not bonding,” you said flatly, staring at the glowing icon. “We’re having a very weird workplace interaction. That’s it.”

You…assured. You assured yourself.

“OH. KEEPING IT PROFESSIONAL I SEE.” The icon vanished, replaced with a blank screen. A few seconds of silence passed before Almond spoke again, this time sounding hesitant.

“WILL YOU...TURN ME OFF NOW?”

“Look, I promise I’ll be back tomorrow. Same time, same place…not like I have a choice. If you behave, I’ll even bring you… I don’t know, a microfiber cloth for your screen.”

The screen lit up with a pixelated smiley face, two squares and a curved mouth.

“THAT WOULD BE ACCEPTABLE,” Almond finally said, though their tone carried a touch of disappointment.

“Good. Now, off you go.” You leaned over to press the power button, but the monitor flickered before you could. A message appeared.

>THANK YOU. GOODNIGHT.

The screen went dark before you had to do anything, leaving you standing there as all the beeping and fans powered off. You sighed, grabbing your bag and pushing in your chair. Before you could feel bad for a machine, you did a sharp right turn and towards the buildings exit. You didn’t even want to think about how it managed to power itself off.

[baocean]

piss off your parents

chapter twenty one - thin bathroom walls

her phone

jj hadnt meant to see it. he was being stupid, really, taking selfies on your phone while you had gone into the kitchen to grab a midnight snack.

it was by accident when his thumb slipped and dragged your wallpaper back to the screne, along with kelce's text message you hadnt replied to.

no problem ❤️❤️❤️

he stared at it too long. the kind of long that makes your stomach twist, like something’s crawling under your skin. three hearts.

his jaw ticked, and when you walked back into the room with a bowl of cereal and that soft, sleepy look on your face, it only made it worse.

jj silently held your phone out towards you when you sat down.

you took it from him gently. “thanks.”

you sat down next to him, cereal in your lap, and glanced over. “you okay?”

jj shrugged, eyes glued to the tv, though he couldn’t tell you what movie was even playing, his vision had gone a touch blurry. “yeah. great.”

you paused, spoon halfway to your mouth. “…you sure?”

he finally looked at you. “so kelce’s a heart guy now?”

you blinked. “what?”

"i saw kelce's text."

you glanced down at your phone, then put it screen down on the opposite side of jj, only making his heart lurch out of his chest more. “yeah. he’s just checking in.”

jj’s jaw clenched. “checking in with three hearts?”

you're face went slack for a second, before you shook your head in disbelief.

"he's my friend. he was helping me, jj, thats it." you tried to reason with him, tried to get this to die down. you were starting to get annoyed with him.

"helping." he scoffed, followed by a laugh that didnt quite reach his lips.

he wasnt going to let go of this. you raised an eyebrow, feeling defensive. “seriously, jj? are you really mad about this?”

"im not mad." he shakes his head, curling away from you.

"okay, then stop making this into something weird. it's not."

jj let out a sharp breath, his hands digging into his pockets as he stood up suddenly, like the couch had burned him. “but it is weird, though! you don’t get it, do you? he’s sending hearts to a girl who has a boyfriend. it’s fucking weird.”

you blinked, surprised and almost a little hurt by the frustration in his tone. “he knows you’re not my real boyfriend, jj.”

“not your real boyfriend, that's great yn,” jj’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he glared at you. “sorry, i forgot. i’m only here until you get what you want. and once you do, i’m sure kelce can’t wait for you to dump me out on my ass.”

“jj, what is your problem?” it was quick, loud, harsh, and immediately regreted.

his face contorted for a second. then, he turned away from you for a second before he turned back. “never mind. forget it. just... forget i said anything, sorry.”

"what? you can't just-"

he cuts you off, running a hand through his hair. "i think we should just go to bed."

he doesnt give you a chance to respond, by the time you've processed what just happened, he's gone.

you were brushing your teeth in the upstairs bathroom no more than thirty minutes later, sarah beside you, both of you half-asleep and swaying a little to the soft hum of the fan overhead.

the hallway was quiet. the kind of late-night hush that made everything sound louder than it should.

and then you heard him.

his voice, low and raw, drifting through the thin bathroom wall like a secret meant to stay buried.

“i just… i like her, man,” he was saying, somewhere out in the hall or maybe the next room, close enough that you could hear every word, even though he didn’t know it. “i don’t know what to do with it anymore.”

you froze, toothbrush still in your mouth. you didn’t even blink.

sarah froze alongside you, her eyes slowly and cautionously sliding to yours through the mirror

“it fucking hurts,” jj went on, his voice quieter now, like he didn’t trust it not to crack. “every time i’m around her…knowing she thinks everything i do for her, everything i feel for her, is just some act. i can’t do it anymore.”

you blinked hard, the toothbrush still in your hand, mint foam clinging to your lip. your brain tried to process the words, but they had hit you so hard you werent sure what to do with them.

jj maybank liked you. you felt it bloom in your chest like a slow-burning fire. the same jj who made your hands go a little shaky sometimes when he looked at you for too long. who made you laugh when you didn’t want to. who made your heart hurt a little bit in the best and worst ways, all at once.

you swallowed around the tight feeling in your throat. suddenly the argument made so much more sense, but also none at all. your stomach twisted with the weight of it.

“oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide.

sarah's face slowly contorted into a awkward smile, and through her toothbrush said, "surprise?"

your face fell into a look of confusion, almost panic. "you knew?"

“i mean…” she tilted her head, gave you a small, knowing look. “nothing stays a secret in this house for long.”

now, you didn’t know what to do. because you liked him. you really, really liked him. and somehow, knowing he felt the same didn’t make it easier. it made it harder.

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note from the author - originally, i was going to do something a little bit different to make reader realize jj likes her but i honestly love the secrecy of this

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[cherryredstars]

I’ve never requested anything before because I don’t know all the terminology but can you do Miguel x chubby fem reader?? Like it’s.. heated.. but he’s praising her and reassuring her?? Idk if that makes sense but I would fold at the knees for it shfien I love your work whenever it comes up on my feed I stop whatever I’m doing to read it ❤️❤️

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x chubby!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Praise, Fluff

A/N: Aw, thank you, love!!

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It's all so warm.

Miguel's hands tighten around the plush of your thighs, gathering and massaging the thickness in his rough hands. His touch burns your skin, and he growls into your neck every time you squirm. Wet, sloppy kisses are pressed into your skin. The remains of warm saliva covering your body, garnished with the occasional indentation of teeth and purple bruises where Miguel couldn't help but suck your soft body into his mouth.

Your hands are fidgeting in your lap, trying to ignore Miguel's warm breath fanning the side of your neck. You watch the way your fingers interlock and disconnect, only to have a warm palm leave your thigh and travel up to your chin. Your face is pulled up, and you come face to face with Miguel. He gives you that signature smirk that makes you melt, and your eyes flutter shut when his face leans in close to yours.

"S'pretty baby, mi belleza" He mumbles as he pulls away, tilting your head further up to nose at your neck and laying down more kisses.

A breathy noise, long and low, escapes your lips as he sucks slowly at your skin. Miguel hums as he licks at you, leaving open-mouthed kisses and loving marks behind. You squirm more in his lap, and he groans when you skim over the aching dent in his pants. His hands travel up your thighs, skimming over the gummy skin of your stomach until the skin of your hips overflows in his palms.

"Always so soft, can't stop touching you." Miguel whispers into your jaw. "Drives me fucking crazy."

You giggle at the slightly delirious tone in his voice, smiling despite the moan building up in your throat. Miguel sighs happily at the sweet scent marking your skin, and he plants soft kisses going up your cheek until his lips brush over yours. The kiss is soft and slow, and your hands find their way into his hair. Your eyes slowly flutter shut as his tongue licks at the seams of your mouth, groaning happily when his tongue wrestles with yours.

You squeal when he effortlessly flips you onto your back, your head bouncing off the soft mattress below you. His eyes glow red and hungry as they stare down at you, the self-satisfied smirk on his face again.

"Let me show you how crazy you make me, mama."

Been a while since I used spanish nicknames.

[entity56]

Whumpee's skin prickles every time the makeup brush wipes against a bruise or cut, but they dare not move an inch. Their hands bound behind them, all they can manage is to dig their nails into their palms as Whumper brushes on the concealer, then the foundation, to their neck and face. They clench their teeth, both to avoid moving their jaw and to avoid making a peep as Whumper works on their battered face.

Whumper didn't seem the least bit stressed, by contrast. In fact, they practically floated as they walked back and forth from their makeup tray to Whumpee. They hummed an unrecognizable tune, stopping every so often to take a sharp breath in. It would be soothing if not given the situation.

The vent blows cool air up Whumpee's legs, through the fabric of their expensive clothes, giving them goosebumps. Whumpee can't tell if the shivering is from the cold or the fear.

As Whumper sits back down on their cushioned stool in front of them, they cock their head and tsk disapprovingly.

"Darling, what's wrong?" they ask. "Why are you shaking?"

They lean back a bit to observe the fine garments adorning their malnourished body, and squint.

"Are the clothes I got you not good enough?"

Whumpee stares uneasily. Did they expect an answer? Movement? Last time they'd spoken without permission, they'd been decked across the face. The silence seems to displease Whumper, and they put the makeup brush down and cross their arms.

"When I ask you a question, you answer. Are you really that ungrateful?" they ask. Whumpee's throat constricts with dehydration, and they gulp thickly and clear their throat before attempting to respond.

"N-- ugh. No," they cough, casting their eyes down to Whumper's knees. "I'm not. Thank you."

"Thank you...?" Whumper prods.

"...Thank you, sweetheart." The words leaving Whumpee's mouth made them sick, but they heard Whumper giggle a little.

"That's better!" they chirp as they pick their makeup brush back up. "Now, eyes back on me. We wouldn't want to smudge your makeup, now, would we? All that work on your pretty little face would be such a shame." They snap their fingers. "Eyes on me, darl."

Whumpee looks back up at Whumper, into their eyes, piercing, almost painful to look at. They shut slightly as Whumper smiles and sets back to work on their foundation. The humming resumes, this time in a recognizable tune-- 'You Are My Sunshine'-- and Whumpee tenses up again. Stiff as a statue; don't move an inch. Don't move an inch. Don't move an inch.

The makeup was itchy and caked onto Whumpee's face like mud. They were grateful their hands were bound, or they'd try to wipe it off themselves. That didn't mean it wouldn't drive them crazy, of course, but at least there wasn't any risk of getting in trouble.

Whumper sighs as they cover the last inch of Whumpee's face, and they stand up and walk back to the makeup tray.

"You know what, Whumpee?" they say lightly, as if discussing the weather, as they browse the eye shadow. "Hold on-- look at me, maybe warm tones?-- Whumpee, you're absolutely beautiful. It's as though you've walked directly out of a painting, hmm? I could just stare at you... all day..."

Whumpee stares at them silently as they pause, collecting their thoughts. They turn over their shoulder at them, studying them hard, as though the next time they'd turn around, Whumpee would be gone.

"So I don't understand... why are you making me taint your beauty?" they ask sadly, resting a hand against their cheek. "Why would you work so hard against me? Why would you make me need to leave such ugly marks?"

Anger-- and shame?-- bubble up in Whumpee's stomach, and they cast their eyes back downwards. They feel their ears heat up with the emotion, and they wish in that moment that they could just be back in bed, even if it was next to this horrible, horrible individual. At least the blankets were warm.

"Answer me," Whumper demands, a slight note of irritation in their voice. Whumpee hears their foot tapping against the tile.

"I'm not making you do anything," they say quietly, their voice wavering as they spoke.

"Hm?" Whumper questions, furrowing their eyebrows and setting down the eye shadow pallette.

"I'm not making you hit me." Whumpee shifts uncomfortably in the small wooden chair. "I'm not making you torture me. I never wanted to be here."

For an unbearably long moment, the room was deathly silent. Whumpee's blood runs cold with regret as the reality of what they just said sets in.

But the silence is broken with soft footsteps, and Whumpee nearly jumps out of their skin as Whumper plops themselves right down in their lap and gently turns their head towards them. What was that expression? Was it anger, perhaps? Ice cold rage?

No. It was love. Affection and tenderness as they lean forward and whisper into their ear "I never asked you."

Their hands rest on Whumpee's shoulders as they lean into their chest and smile up at them, innocent, endearing. "It's okay. You're still a bit misguided. I understand, darling. I'll fix that right up for you, okay? Then nothing will stand in the way. I'll never have to ruin you again."

They rise from Whumpee's lap, leaving them paralyzed with dread at that implication.

"Now, be silent, my love. We wouldn't want to be late for dinner, now, would we? I'll finish your make-up in a jiffy."

They walk back to their makeup tray.

[dddalgiiiiiii]

I JS FOUND YOUR BLOG AND ILY ALREADY DSAIFKHASLIDUFAHSLIEFJEAWHLFIDAW could you perchance (JUST PERCHANCE) write possessive yeji?(plot is up to you) JUST PERCHANCE YKWIM

IDK HOW TO WRITE POSSESSIVE???

pay more attention to me..?

idolyeji x 6thmemberreader

there's smut!! right at the beginning!! and the end!!! ..

how did it get to this point?

laying in bed, the love of your life towering over you with her lips pressed against yours, her hands teasingly running along your body, her fingertips brushing just barely over your hardened nipples with soft gasps and moans escaping from your lips, a wetness dripping from your core.

yeji pulls away, a smug and annoying smirk painted across her face, her thumbs moving in circular motions on your peaks. “hey, jagi..” you look at her through your eyelashes, a drop a sweat dripping down your temple “wh..at..”

“how much do you love me?” you don’t even find the time to respond before her lips are crashing against yours once again, both your lips moving against the other's in a passionate duel for dominance, although, yeji always wins in the end.

so again, how did it get to this point?

you didn't realise it, but it probably started before the sun even rose that morning. 5am, in the company dorms, yeji had begun to wake everyone up as they had a tight schedule, until she got to you and ryujin's shared dorm.

now, all of the itzy members knew that there was a little more going on between you and yeji than what was spoken, but until anything was officially announced to the group, it didn't stop them from flirting with either you or yeji, but you trusted each other, right?

she tiptoed over to your bed, quietly, hoping to get a few quick kisses and cuddles before waking up ryujin, so when she noticed that you weren't in your bed, she was confused. taking out her phone to message you, she thought that maybe you went to the bathroom or went to go do something else.

bzzt- a vibration and notification sound came from ryujins bed, to which she responded to with a tilt of her head. she walked over to ryujin's side of the dorm, not even caring to try to silence her footsteps and slid the blankets off, revealing two people, you and ryujin, her arms wrapped around you with your head resting on her chest.

yeji made a tsk sound through her teeth before gently nudging you and ryujin awake before throwing the rest of the blanket onto the floor. "get up" you felt ryujin unravel her arms from around you, lifting you gently so you're sitting up, ryujin sitting up and sliding off the bed shortly after and heading to the bathroom to get ready without saying a word.

yeji's eyes narrow as they follow ryujin out the room, and she shuts the door behind her, leaning her back against the shut door as she crosses her arms and pokes the inside of her mouth with her tongue, the dim light of a lamp illuminating her face, which is giving you an "are you gonna give me an explanation?" look.

you blink your eyes open slowly, "mmh?" you run your hands through your hair, her eyes following your every movement. she stares at you, before opening her mouth to speak "so..? what was that about?" she uncrosses her arms, her hands falling to her sides as she questions you.

"what was what about?" you respond to her, not having the slightest clue what she was talking about. "the whole cuddling thing." she makes a vague gesture with her hand towards the bed where you were sat, you get up and head towards your own side, falling face first into your plush sheets, "we just got back from practising late, and it was cold." your voice muffled slightly in the sheets, but it seemed like she got the idea of it from the sound of her approving hum.

you hear footsteps approaching behind you, and a dip in the bed next you. "so why didn't you just come to my room..?" she emphasises the "my", and although you can't see it, you can tell theres a pout on her face as she runs her hand through your hair, toying with the ends of it whilst her other hand slips under your nightshirt, resting on the bare skin of your back.

you let out a soft giggle, feeling her hand caressing your back gently "because you were sleeping.. i didn't wanna wake you.. and.. you know.. yuna was there too..” you place your hand on hers, removing her hand from under your shirt and rolling over onto your back. yeji, finally being able to see your face again, can't hold back, and she leans in to kiss you, a quick peck- too quick- too unsatisfying.

you wrap your hands around her neck, lifting your head to meet hers, your lips meet for a deeper kiss, yeji smiling as you two make contact, her hands failing to find their way to your waist, instead landing across your abdomen, causing you to both laugh and pull away from each other.

and with amazing timing, as the door swings open for ryujin and lia to walk in, chatting happily as they both get ready for the day. you both sit up, before ryujin flips the light switch and raises an eyebrow at you both. "looks like you two were busy" she laughs to herself before turning to face lia "you should go get ready" she leaves one more comment before turning her full attention onto lia, who's sitting on ryujin's bed, waiting to get her makeup done.

you nod, and yeji nods as you both head out of the room that you and ryujin shared. as you're walking to the bathroom, you pass by yuna and chaeryoung, who were sitting on the couch in the living room, seemingly already ready, except for the sheet mask that yuna was wearing.

yeji snakes an arm around your waist, giving a little pinch of your skin before patting your butt. "go ahead, i'll come later." you nod, waving at yuna and chaeryoung before you head off to the bathroom, and hearing yeji joining their conversation and scolding them for practising so late without her.

just as you're finishing up in the bathroom, you feel a pair of arms wrapping around your waist as a head rests on your shoulder. your hands instinctively reach for their hands as you call their name "yeji-?" your mouth snaps shut as you finally see who it is in the mirror. with a sheet mask still on her face she lets out a her signature cackle, teasing you "of course you would think i was yeji-unnie", she unfurls her arms from around you, stepping back and clapping her hands.

"shut up.." your left hand reaches up to rest on your face, attempting to hide an embarrassed expression. yuna smirks at you once again before leaning over the bathroom counter and stripping the mask from her face, rubbing in the extra gel that came from the mask. as you're watching her, you feel a shiver go down your spine and pair of eyes dangerously watching you, almost like how a lion may stalk its prey.

turning around, you see yeji, arms crossed and eyes narrowed just like earlier. you sharply inhale and smile at her, and quickly make your exit, but as you do, yeji swiftly grabs your wrist, pulling you halfway back into the doorway of the bathroom, juuuust out of yuna's view. "baby.." she whispers into your ear, a hand running up the underside of your shirt.

you let out a soft gasp at the feeling of her cold hand tracing up your back, her nails drawing patterns on your skin. "what.. is it..?" you bite your lip, your breathing coming out heavily as yeji runs her hand along your side, to along your abdomen to slide ever so slowly up your torso, finally resting it on the underside of your tit.

"hey- stop that.. yuna's gonna come out at any secon- ah-" your words are cut short by a sharp squeeze of your boob, yeji smirks "so let her.. let her see what's mine.." her voice lowered and you feel another shiver go down your spine, you rarely see yeji like this, but you can't help but feel... excited when you do.

you make a huff and puff out one side of your cheeks, turning your head and glancing behind you, you see that yuna has just finished whatever she was doing in the bathroom and has started to make her way out, tossing her hair over her shoulder and humming to herself.

you step away from yeji, her hand slipping out from under your shirt as she also pouts her lips, clearly annoyed. yuna stops a few steps away from the doorway, her face turning into a surprised look. "i thought you left already.. well.. let's go!, bye, unnie!" without another word yuna intertwines her fingers with yours, dragging you away towards the living area where everyone else is now waiting for the minibus to pick them up for their first scheduled event for the day.

"where's yeji?" ryujin questions the both of you, raising an eyebrow. "she's just in the bathroom.. probably won't be too much longer" you reply, releasing your grasp on yuna's hand and looking around to avoid the awkwardness in the room. "so uh- where are we going again?" "we're going to go film another episode of it'zzz.. did you forget?" lia mocks you in that annoying voice she always does with that dumb expression she has. "you're so annoying" you let out a groan, checking your watch.

"who's annoying, hm?" yeji's voice cuts through the air. its sharp and has an edge to it. everyone's head whips around to face yeji, who has a peeved expression on her face. "no one.." you squeak out, your fingers awkwardly toying with the hem of your shirt. "okay.." yeji claps her hand once, signalling for everyone's attention once again- even though she already has it- "let's go. the bus is down there already."

"yeees" the members nod and pick up their bags, heading out into the hallway to wait for the elevator down to the lobby. the drive to the event space was uneventful, save for the few times yeji would turn her head from the front seat with an irked face when a member would make you laugh a little too hard.

arriving at the event space, there were already paparazzi and journalists waiting outside, behind held back by the few guards that had been sent there ahead of time. "urg.. they're not supposed to be here.. how'd they even find out.." chaeryoung sighs, covering up with a scarf due to the cold weather- and to cover up her hair and makeup which hasn't been fully completed yet.

"let's go." yeji announces to the group, everyone else nodding as they file out of the vehicle. but as soon as you step out, you can feel an arm wrap around your waist, blinding flashes of light flickering in your eyes as it does. "be natural, it's just fanservice.." the owner of the arm talks through her teeth, her fox like eyes narrowing in a cheeky way, a deeper intention hiding behind her message as her hand rubs gently on your waist.

"mh.." you nod, and hum in agreement, waving to the paps. "y/n!! marry me!!", "y/n, youre the cutest!!" you hear them shouting these messages to you, and giggle, feeling yeji's grip on your waist tightening with every loving word the fans say.

"sorry midzy~ y/n is miine!" yeji responds, sticking out her tongue playfully. you smack her arm, and yeji strengthens her hold on you, smirking as she ushers the both of you into the building where the rest of the 4 girls were waiting for you.

"finally. you guys take forever." lia complains, wrapping her coat around herself and shivering. "chaeryoung already went to go get her makeup and stuff fixed, so we have to wait for her." ryujin points into the bigger room, "the staff are already in the directing space." yeji nods, "let's go then.. we can wait for chaeryoung inside."

you head inside first, taking off the jacket you were wearing and tossing it to the side carelessly, as lia and ryujin starts doing the same, yuna casually takes a seat on a nearby couch. "y/n, you can't just do that" yeji calls out from across the room, pointing a scolding finger at you. "but ryujin and lia did the same?!" you responded back, a hint of agitation in your voice from hearing the other 3 girls snickering.

"you realise that it's my jacket, right?", "huh?" your eyes fall to the jacket on the floor. "ah.." your face turns a dark shade of red, your ears becoming warmer as you swipe up the jacket and fold it neatly before placing it on a nearby table.

a few minutes later, chaeryoung returns fully dolled up. "sorry that took so long.. we can start now.." she walks in gingerly, a hand in her hair and blinking her eyes from the contacts she had put in.

throughout the filming of the video (think it'zzz - the x girl videos) yeji can't help but feel a twang of uneasiness in her chest. the way that the members would praise your dancing skills- or the way they'd tease you about your sleeping habits or the way you did your hair routine at night. she didn't like it, and she did a terrible job of hiding it by the way she was quiet the entire episode.

the last straw for her was during the chair game. there was one chair left and it was a game between you and ryujin, the members had hidden the chair away in a spot where you both couldn't see, but by the snickering and snorting, you definitely knew that you were close.

soon enough, you had found the chair. you rushed towards it, party hat over your face, but just as you were about to sit on it, you felt your butt land on a pair of thighs- laughing at the ridiculous situation, you decided to do some fan service and swung your arms around the persons neck. taking off your party hat, the person who stole your seat was none other than lia, laughing and hugging you tightly on her lap.

"you're so light! have you even been eating well?" lia chortled, bouncing you on her thighs, her fingers pinching at your stomach causing you to squeal and squirm around, your shirt riding up a little to reveal your abdomen.

this doesn't go unnoticed.

"y/n!" yeji quickly runs over and stands in front of you and lia, her back facing the camera and her arms flying out to the hem of your shirt, pulling it down to cover yourself properly. "lia.. be more careful.." she shoots a look at lia, her eyes narrowing without a care as shes facing away from the camera.

there was a shift in the air. the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. "cut!" everyone's heads whipped to the director, "uh we'll finish up another time. we have another group coming in soon." yeji breathes in a sharp breath and bows, "thank you." she straightens her posture and reaches a hand towards you, locking fingers with yours and slides her unoccupied hand onto your back, supporting you as she helps you to get off lia's lap.

"let's go." and without another word, she picks up her jacket and drapes it across your shoulders, reaching her hand out towards you once again. she grasps it firmly in hers, and then brings it up to her lips to press long, soft kisses along your knuckles, making eye contact with the rest of the girls as she does.

“what are you.. doing..” you gulp, your breath hitching as you watch her leaving her lip marks all over the back of your hand. as you start to pull your hand away, yeji only tightens her grip. “you’re being weird today..” you mutter, and yeji looks at you with an… indescribable look in her eyes.

a look that leaves you with a tight knot in your stomach.

"im just.. claiming what's mine."

your breath gets caught in your throat.

"stop that." you spoke quietly but firmly. yeji ignores your request, and continues peppering kisses on the back of your hand before eventually stopping and bringing your hand to her side and walking off towards the main entrance. "let's go, everyone!" she calls out to the rest of the members one again without even looking back.

she pulls you closer and links her arm with yours, looking straight without even greeting the paparazzi as she takes you into a smaller car behind the minibus that the group always takes together. "yeji..? how come we're taking the car..?" you question her whilst buckling your seatbelt.

"the other four have something else going on, a practice for a special stage.. so i arranged a car for us so we can head back first to get some rest." she speaks out as if it was common sense.

“i see..” you mutter under your breath. “okay, we’re ready, manager-nim.” yeji smiles sweetly at her manager before sliding the separator between the front and back seats.

she rolls down the window to say goodbye to the other four members and wave at the paparazzi since she basically ignored them earlier. she then rolls the window back up.

“so.” she leans back into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and crossing her arms. “what’s been going on today, y/n?”. you stare at her, dumbfounded with your jaw hanging ajar. “huh?, yeji- i haven’t done anything?” she sucks her teeth, making a cht sound.

“you’ve been clinging onto literally everyone the whole day.” she uncrosses her arms, letting her hands fall into her lap. “is that what it looks like to you?” you lower your voice, not wanting the manager to listen. “because i swear, i didn’t mean for it to look like that..”

yeji sighs harshly, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “i know, i know.. its just that sometimes it makes my heart hurt a little.. watching how close you are with everyone.”

you feel your heart rate quickening by the second, a sly smile teasing your lips as you place a hand on hers, resting on her thigh. “really..?” leaning forward to make eye contact with her.

she turns her head, her eyes meeting yours. “yeah…” she sheepishly says, bringing your hand to her lips to place a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles. “well.. i mean.. it’s not your fault but.. you know.. i love you the most.. so..”

you let out a soft, breathy laugh, turning your palm to gently caress her face, your thumb dragging across her bottom lip to rest on the corner of her lips. “you’re so cute sometimes..”

yeji doesn’t say anything, instead she habitually licks her lips before pressing them together into a thin line, just looking into your eyes as if there was nothing else to look at in the world, as if you were the most important thing in her life, which, to be honest, you were.

“you’re hard to stay upset at.” after a few seconds of staring, her eyes fall to your hands, which were locked together- almost moulded together like they were meant to be, a teeny tiny smile playing on her lips.

you feel the car come to a stop, the manager sliding down the separation and calling out to the two of you “okay, we’re here. i’ll come by tomorrow morning to pick you up, 7am, be ready.”, they then quickly slide up the separation, unlocking the doors for you both to get out and bow before making your way into the dorms, hand in hand.

as you walk into the elevator, you pull your hand away from yeji’s, blowing hot air into your palms. “its so cold..” she nods, placing her hands over the top of yours, blowing hot air onto both your hands. “it’ll be warmer if.. we hold hands.” smiling, you kiss the tips of her fingers, “you’re right..”

with a quick ding, you’re already on your dorms floor. yeji- being the leader that she is, steps out first, dragging you along behind her as if you’d get lost. she reaches into her handbag, fumbling around for a bit before pulling out a set of keys, picking one out from the bunch and inserting it into the door’s lock, twisting it and pushing it open, revealing itzy’s dorm.

she drops the key instinctively into a bowl kept on a table by the door, then slides her hand along the wall, flicking the light switch to illuminate the hallway before kicking off her shoes and stepping into some house slippers. she finally releases your hand from her grasp, kneeling down to assist you in taking off your shoes, and helping you slide into your own pair of house slippers.

“thanks…” the word sheepishly leaves your lips, earning a grin from yeji as she straightens herself up, her hand resting on your lower back. “you’re welcome.” she says, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. “come on, you can room with me tonight, i already told yuna.” "sure.. though.. you're not really giving me a choice, are you?" she shakes her head, grabbing you by the hand and escorting you towards her and yuna's shared room "nope!, but.. it's not like you would say no anyways, right?"

you shake your head, smiling to yourself. "i guess i wouldn't". yeji swings open the door to the room, immediately shuffling towards her side of the closet to grab two pairs of matching pyjamas. "do you want the pink set or the purple set..?" she looks over her shoulder, waiting for your response, only to be met with a shrug. "okay.. i'll take the pink set then!" you nod, catching the set that she throws at you. "not that it matters, since it'll be coming off anyways." she mutters quietly under her breath, too quick for you to catch.

you head to the bathroom to change, and remove your makeup from the day. "move over~" you feel a bump on your hip, "ah- hey! i'm busy in here!" you then feel a pair of arms around your waist (deja vu?) and a head on your shoulder, along with the comforting feeling of a body being pressed on your back. "you know, i'm so grateful we debuted together.." you giggle, pushing her back slightly before turning in her arms.

"what's this? why are you being so... sentimental, hm?" you ask gently, cupping her face with both your hands. "it's nothiiiing... it's just... like.. you know... i just.. love you..? and well.. just sometimes i wish you would pay more attention to me." she looks at you through her eyelashes, a slight twinkle in her eyes before she kisses the tip of your nose once again.

"hm. is that so?" tapping the tip of her nose with your finger, you smile widely. "mhm.." "okaaayy... well guess what? no one else is here right now, soo.." you waggle your eyebrows "i can give you.. as much attention as you want.." wrapping your arms around her neck, you lean your back against the countertop of the bathroom sink, pulling her with you.

"perfect." she grins, pressing her lips firmly against yours, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you kiss her back, your lips moving together in a perfect, slow rhythm. the bathroom is soon filled with heavy breaths and soft laughing, yeji leaning her forehead against yours, rubbing the tip of her nose on yours, her hands resting on your hips.

“shall we?” you nod, feeling yeji place an arm around your shoulder and the other under your thighs, lifting you up with ease. she pecks your cheek quickly before practically running back towards her room. she shuts the door with her foot and with a little bit of struggle, manages to lock it with the arm that was holding your thighs.

“so strong..” she places you onto her bed, placing her knees and her hands on either side of you as you run your fingertips along her arms, barely grazing her skin. “of course. i have to be strong for my pretty girl.” she sits up, hovering just above you as she flexes her arms, forcing a small laughter out of you.

"you're so weird...", "you like it." she lowers her body juuust a little bit, planting her lips on yours once again, her hands making quick work to remove the pjs that you had just put on about 15 minutes prior. she lets out a small huff, "i told you that you didn't need these.." "i didn't think you meant litera- mmf" a cool breeze cut you off, the feeling of the coldness embracing you as yeji slid off the night shirt from your shoulders.

"cold, isn't it?" her breath is hot in your ear, a stark contract to the cool air in the room. your only response is a quiet whimper before she smacks her lips against yours. her hands teasingly running along your body, her fingertips brushing just barely over your hardened nipples with soft gasps and moans escaping from your lips, a wetness dripping from your core.

yeji pulls away, a smug and annoying smirk painted across her face, her thumbs moving in circular motions on your peaks. “hey, jagi..” you look at her through your eyelashes, a drop a sweat dripping down your temple “wh..at..”

“how much do you love me?” you don’t even find the time to respond before her lips are crashing against yours once again, both your lips moving against the other's in a passionate duel for dominance, though, yeji always wins in the end.

"i.. love you the most.. yeji." the words leave your mouth with heavy breaths in between, and a satisfied smile forms on her lips, her fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants, tugging them gently before removing them, along with your panties and tossing them aside carelessly.

"that's what i like to hear.." a shiver goes down your spine, and yeji wastes no time. she makes her way down your body, leaving long, lingering kisses along the way, drawing short breaths from you. she's sloppy, but shes careful, making sure not to kiss too heavily to ensure there's no... marks left behind. at least.. in the places where the public can see.

with that said, although she’s careful, she’s still ruthless, attacking you just under your boobs and along your ribcage, trying her best to control herself, in order to make sure her little marks of possession only last a few days instead of weeks.

she pauses at your stomach, and props her chin up on it and looks up at your, dragging her pointer finger along your skin. "i probably shouldn't leave anything here, right? it'd be a shame if people saw it." you nod, but you couldn't help but feel a blush creep up on your face, "well... it's not like i'd mind.. i mean.. i.. belong to you, right?" with those words you cover your face with your hands, feeling embarrassed "i'm- so sorry please forget i said that."

then you hear a small giggle and a pair of hands peeling yours away from your face, revealing yeji who's practically beaming at you. "no way i'd forget that.. that was.. so cute.." she kisses you, the smile never leaving her face as her hand runs lower on your body, collecting some of your arousal and spreading it around your entrance, a gasp escaping your lips and entering hers.

“yeji..!” she shushes you, taking her unoccupied hand and pushing a few of her fingers inside, swirling it around while she looks at you with a sickeningly sweet smile. “the others will be back soon, or would you rather not.. finish?”

you hold back a whine, flinging your head back against the mattress as you feel yeji push gently against your clit, circling it with her thumb as the rest of her fingers dig into your thigh. she takes her saliva coated fingers out of your mouth, dragging it across your chest and tapping agonisingly gentle on your nipples. “that’s what i thought, although, i didn’t think you’d be so sensitive.. it hasn’t been that long since we’ve done anything..”

you breathe out heavily, managing to tilt your head downwards to watch yeji, who’s shuffling downwards to meet your core. “cute.” she has both of her hands on your thighs, using her thumbs to part your folds slightly.

a jolt of electricity feels like it has been sent through your body, feeling yeji kissing your bud before sucking on it gently, her tongue swirling it, and your head immediately falling back onto the mattress. soft whimpers and whines leaving your lips.

your hands are desperate and greedy, attempting to grab onto anything they can, from the bedsheets to the blankets, but the most comfortable place for them is in yeji’s hair, gripping small bunches and tugging her closer, your hips jerking to get a better feel.

she pulls back, needing to catch her breath, two fingers replacing the job of her mouth as she looks up at you, making as much eye contact with you as possible, her chest heaving while she presses kisses along your inner thighs, along with the occasional bite, just to get a bigger reaction out of you, leaving behind deep red love marks behind, being careful not to go too far down.

shes relentless in her actions, biting her lip and furrowing her eyebrows as her fingers quickens their pace, curving just slightly, letting out a low, sultry giggle as she hits your spot, which was signalled by an almost pornographic moan coming from your mouth.

“you sound so pretty like that..”

and just like that, it feels like the knot that had been slowly building up in your stomach suddenly came undone without warning. yeji kept going, she didn’t stop, if anything she somehow found the energy to go even faster, not aiding in any way to help you come down from your intense orgasm.

“w..wai- yeji- i just- you can’t..!”

“shhh.. just a bit more..” she muttered, sitting up, her fingers still pumping inside of you. as she sat up, she flung her head back swiftly, her hair following to flow perfectly onto her shoulders and back, with a few stray strands sticking to her forehead due to a sheet of sweat covering her skin, giving you that look.

you really were in for a big night.

a/n: IM ALIVe. HI. im so sorry this took me so long to get out 💔💔💔 im planning on writing and hopefully getting out a valentines day fic… hopefully within the month of feb… so… idk… hahajhsa…

[awakenedevildays]

you should do a stiles fic/blurb/imagine based of off the song not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. like a fluff fic where reader and stiles are just so in love with eachother.

「not a lot, just forever」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: this was so fun but so hard to write, thank you for requesting anon, I loved writing it!🩷

warning: none really, aged up characters (18 in the first, 23 in the other two).

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And your dearest fantasy 

Is to grow a baby in me

I could be a good mother

And I wanna be your wife

"you know you're like- the prettiest girl in the world?" he slurs as you make him sit on the bed, his drunk and sleepy body doesn't protest as he falls lazily on it.

"Am I now?" you ask with a smile and he nods with a dopey grin, his pupils slightly dilated and hair messy from the night he spent with Scott in a bar, 'bro's night', as they call it. 

He nods, the dopey grin staying as he continues to look at you with what he thinks is a flirty look, but in reality is just him looking at you in a drunk daze. "You should model." He says and leans back, his arms holding him up as he looks you up and down

You giggle "so love really is blind" you say as you take the hem of his shirt to take it off him. 

His smile disappears like you actually offended him. "don't say that." he raises his arms to help you in the task and his hair get even messier than before. "Every time I look at you, it's like-" he lets out a soft sigh, the alcohol in his veins is making him more sentimental than usual. "it's like I forget how to breathe."

"baby how much did you drink?" your worried but amused tone makes him grin again.

"A.. a lot." he admits, his grin is somewhat guilty as he sits there in just his jeans. "I lost count after the seventh shot." he mutters and sighs annoyed at his lids that are feeling heavier than normal and his spinning head.

"Stiles! what made you think that was a good idea?" you scold him while making him wear his sleep shirt. 

"Scott... He said I couldn't handle that many shots in a row and I wanted to prove him he was wrong." he admits and pulls the shirt on with your help, groaning as he leans against the headboard. "Turns out... I was wrong."

You stifle a laugh. "Of course you were." you reach down to unbutton his jeans. 

"Hey now, who said you could do that?" he teases lazily and takes your fingers in his to stop them. "I'm still sober enough to do it myself, y'know."

"yeah? go on then." you raise again and put your hands on your hips expectantly

Stiles chuckles and clumsily stands on his feet to undo them himself, but his vision is going all swirly and his hands feels numb. "Uhm," he mutters and blinks a few times before looking up at you with almost pleading, puppy eyes. "Just- help a lil' tipsy guy here, yeah?"

You roll your eyes amused and help him take them off, his eyes looking at all over you as you do. "Mm, you're pretty," he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your cheek, his minty breath caused by the freshly brushed teeth hits you as he reaches for your lips

"you already said that." you say on his mouth as his jeans fall at his feet. "Now get under the covers and sleep." 

He grabs you by the hips and groans in protest, pulling you closer to him. "Can't sleep yet.. I gotta make out with my girlfriend first." He murmurs but lets you push him towards the bed behind him until he's lying down.

"Maybe tomorrow Sti'" you join your boyfriend on the bed, covering the both of you with the duvet and he doesn't waste time to lay his head on your chest with a pleased groan.

"God, this is the life!" he almost moans on your boobs as he slips his hands under your nightdress to hug you closer. You giggle and hug him back, a hand on his hair to comb his brown and messy locks back to soothe him to sleep. 

"Mm.." he hums at the feeling of your hand on his head, his face nuzzles against your chest. "I love you." He slurs, his voice a bit groggy and tired as he lets his lids close, the warmth of your body and the alcohol in his system making his mind feel fuzzy.

"I know." 

"Hey! Say it back." he murmurs, his voice sounding a lot like a spoiled toddler, in his drunken state he didn't even notice you quoted Star Wars but oh well, too bad for him.

"I love you" you reply and kiss his forehead. 

"Mmh.." he hums happily and buries his head back in his favorite place. "I want to marry you" he confesses a few minutes later just when you thought he fell asleep.

"we'll have to wait a few more years for that."

"But- why?" he whines and looks up at you, a pouty look on his sleepily, drunken face. "I want to marry you now."

"Now, as in now? you in your batman themed boxers and me in a nightgown?" you ask jokingly as your thigh goes to rests over his hip.

A wide grin takes over his expression. "That would be perfect." he says and moves his hand from under your nightie to your thigh, his fingers gripping at the soft flesh.

"There was that song, what does it say? 'I like shiny thing but I'd marry you in paper rings'" he sings lazily with a slurred voice "was it Taylor Swift? oh I love Taylor Swift" he rambles and you giggle amused against his forehead. 

One of his hands begins to trace random patterns on your thigh. "Seriously... if I asked you, would you say yes?" he asks suddenly and looks up at you, his puppy dog ​​eyes almost pleading.

You open your mouth to answer but he beats you to it. 

"Wait- no." he interrupts and hides his face again. "Don't tell me yet, I want it to be a surprise." 

"okay" you sigh and pat his back... like you would actually answer him in these conditions. 

"Good" he mutters, his lids feeling heavy as he lets himself succumb to sleep. "Gotta make it a super-super surprise." He mumbles against your skin before he is out, his breathing soft and steady against your body, completely snuggled up to you.

You smile down at his asleep state, you actually really like drunk Stiles. 

Not a lot, just forever

Intertwined, sewn together

Like the rock bears the weather

Not a lot, just forever

"what about this?" he asks, throwing himself on the millionth bed of the store. 

"Stiles stop throwing yourself on every mattress you see" you scold him from the end of the bed with your arms crossed to your chest, you look like a mom with her toddler right now.

he gives you a cheeky smile and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face in the comforter and looking up at you.  "But why? I'm having fun," he replies, his voice slightly muffled.

"I can see that, but I'm tired of sleeping on an single inflatable mattress full of  holes, I would like to fall asleep on a bed and wake up at the same height I fell asleep in, not on the floor because it deflated during the night and I would love to have it by the end of the week."

Your boyfriend rolls onto his back, propping himself up with his elbows and looking up at you with offended eyes. "what's wrong with my camping mattress?" 

"you really want me to start?" you ask raising your eyebrows as to challenge him.

He looks at you up and down while pondering the answer. "no... not really, you're probably right anyway."

you nod in a 'thought so' manner and walk by his side to sit next to him on the exposed mattress under his amused eyes. 

"Can I just say that if you had listened to me two weeks ago now we would be sleeping in the bed that was in my room in Beacon Hills?"

"It was too small to sleep for two people but too much of a hassle to move from beacon Hills to here! it's easier to buy a bigger one here" 

"It wasn't too small for two people, we slept there just fine" he protests, reaching out to pinch your thigh.

"maybe you slept well because if I didn't let you stay in the middle you'd have a crisis! but I didn't have room to move and I always found myself sleeping on top of you." you reply while pointing an accusatory finger on his chest.

he rolls his eyes dramatically as you speak, letting out a quiet huff.  "that's not true!" he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your finger and giving it a light kiss before dropping it. "I seem to remember you falling asleep on top of me, more than the other way around." 

you roll your eyes "I assure you that if I had had the space to move I would not have slept on you, you'll see it when we'll have a bed big enough to move."

he gives you a smirk, tilting his head back to smirk up at you. "oh yeah? and what if I want you to fall asleep on top of me?" he asks with a grin while sitting up.

"aw, you'll get over it" you peck his pout.

"Oh, I doubt it, I can be very clingy."

"I know that... so what do you think about this?" you bounce on the bed a few times to feel the softness under you.

He props himself up in his elbows, looking down at the bed as you jump on it. 

"I don't know... it's not soft enough"

you nod "I agree"

his gaze turns to a bed a couple of feet away.  "what about that one?" he asks, jerking his head slightly in the direction of the bed.

You stand up "let's try it, come on baby."

when two days later the bed you two have chosen is finally built in your house (in five hours because you and Stiles are not exactly born to build things) you're more than exited to finally throw away that damn mattress and sleep at least a cm away from your boyfriend. 

Stiles flops back onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips as he lets his body sink into the sheets and the comforter.  "God, this is paradise." he murmurs, his eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. "Look!" he says and proceeds to roll from one corner of the bed to the other. "You can roll over 4 times and a half!"

You giggle as you put on his shirt to sleep in, you only hope the bed is not gonna give up overnight, considering the fact that you and Stiles found three screws left out after finishing assembling it. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it," he replies and pats the bed beside him. "come here." You comply and he immediately wraps his arms around waist when you slide beneath the covers next to him, tugging gently to drag you on top of him. "Mmm, much better" he murmurs and presses a kiss on your forehead.

"It is" you mumble "well, goodnight Sti'" you mutter before detaching from him to move on your side of the bed.

"wait wha- where are you going?" he asks with a slight frown as he sits on his elbows.

You turn your head to look at him "to sleep...?"

Stiles lets out a quiet sigh and rolls his eyes. "Be for real and get back here." he murmurs, reaching a hand out to tug on your wrist.

"no, no I have to show you I can sleep on my side if I have enough space."

Your boyfriend sighs disappointed before a smile appears on his face. "You know what? do as you wish" he says before kissing your cheek and laying down on his back again, you want to slap that stupid grin off his face. 

"thank you." you sass back and turn off the lamp on your bedside. 

You turn back to face him and curl on yourself, ignoring the snickers coming from your boyfriend and try to fall asleep... only to soon find out that the task is harder than expected. You move to lay on your back. Then on your side again. Then on your other side, but still nothing. 

Stiles' breath is becoming slower and deeper as the minutes pass and you envy him as he moves on his side towards you, deep asleep only 15 minutes after your conversation. 

How can he fall asleep so fast? 

As if to answer your question, from his mouth escapes a pair of soft snores and you huff annoyed, that's it, you're too tired to prove him right. 

You kneel next to him and push his right shoulder enough to make him fall on his back gently, he grunts in his sleep with a frown and you wait a few seconds until his expression relaxes again to continue with your plan. You take his left arm and stretch it out horizontally to carefully lay your head on his shoulder and to slot your body on his side, one of your legs finds its place between his as usual and your arm hugs his waist to you. 

You sigh in contempt as you feel his warmth under you and his scent under your nose... finally, a few minutes later, your eyes close sleepily and you shift even closer to him with a satisfied 'mh'. You don't pay attention when his arms move to wrap around you...

"I knew it."

"shut up." 

Through your eyes I see

A smile you bring to me

To your joy, I tether

When Stiles started to work at FBI everyone told him it was going to be hard, especially the first few years: with all the creepy criminal cases, the never ending paperwork, the unpaid overtime he does without realizing it because he is too immersed in the cases he was assigned and so on... He loves his job, of course. But he soon realized that his favorite part of the day is not when he's working... it's when his shift has ended and he opens the door of your shared apartment where you're probably in already waiting for him.

"Babe I'm ho- oh, you're here...?" he says with a confused frown, placing his backpack down and simultaneously loosing the tie on his neck. 

"Hi baby" you kiss his lips and move his hands away to untie it yourself, more to keep your nervous hands occupied than to actually help him "how was your day?" you ask and when he tries to move into the house you block his way again.

"it was good... and yours?" he asks and you nod with pursued lips, your eyes avoids his and focus on his neck to unbutton the shirt "mhmh, good". 

Stiles narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. "What did you do?" He asks you with a small smirk, letting you unbutton his shirt but still trying to go a few steps more into the house.

You scoff "why are you assuming I did something?" you ask.

He scoffs right back at you in return but still gives you a small smirk, his hands rest on your hips to squeeze them "because you're literally stopping me from coming in, clearly nervous and suspiciously fidgeting with my shirt to avoid my eyes" he lists, his hands sliding a little farther down to slip in the pockets of your jeans.

"you're a really great detective, aren't you?" you ask trying to change the subject. 

Stiles chuckles and leans closer to you to get a good look at your flustered face "you're dodging the question and I still want an answer"

You sigh and throw your arms around his neck to hug him "Stiles, promise you won't get mad" you beg him.

"Should I be worried?" he asks and before he can have the chance to hug you back you break the hug. 

"No, no I mean- its not something bad, its cute... yeah its cute" you smile encouragingly, maybe more at yourself than at him. 

"ok, now I'm confused" he sighs and lets go of you.

"maybe I should just show you" you grab his hand and guide him to the living room. He scans the room to see if there's anything different but it doesn't seem to be anything wrong at first glance. 

You let go of his hand to walk behind the back of the couch and lean down "I don't see anyth-" he hears a loud meow "-oh..." he says when you raise again: in your arms comfortably lays a small white kitten with bright blue eyes.

"I know we just moved in and that we said we're not ready for a pet... but she was in the streets alone and I looked for her mom everywhere! she was cold and starving and... and I know you're more of a dog person but isn't she the cutest angel you've ever seen?" you caress her small head as you walk back towards him. "-I know I should've talked to you about it earlier but my heart couldn't let her there" you look down at the kitten. 

He sighs and meets you halfway "baby... we just moved in..." you nod ands whisper a small 'I know', you can feel tears prickling in your eyes. 

"And taking care of a cat is expensive..." you nod again, already giving up the idea of keeping her and call a friend you know would love to have her. Both his hands rub the face of the kitten and she immediately starts to purr "so how did you name her?" he asks and your face light up immediately, you look at him with big, wide eyes.

"really?! can we keep her?!" you ask with a higher pitch voice than normal.

"of course we ca-" your lips smash against his lips repeatedly and he smiles while trying to reciprocate them. 

"what- did I do- to deserve you?" you ask between the kisses and he hums in content at the love you're giving him. 

He shakes his head and gives you one last gentle kiss on your lips before moving back a little to look down at the bundle of fur you hold in your arms "what's her name?" he asks.

"Marie" you say proudly while giving her to him.

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you with a soft, but teasing smile "wasn't that one of the names for our future baby?" he asks and slowly starts to walk backwards towards the couch, Marie purring all the while in his arms.

"It is! and... her mom is Duchess" he looks back at you, the smile on his face turns into a frown. 

"Excuse me, what?" You grimace at his expression and run into the bedroom to come out of it seconds later with a sheepish smile on your face and another white, bigger cat in your arms. "Oh baby... no" he says throwing his head back against the cushions, Marie climbs unbothered on his chest. He groans and looks up at you, a pout on his face and a very clearly annoyed expression "two? really?!" he asks but still caress the white fur of Marie, his eyes never leaving her mom's same fur. 

"they're a family! we cannot separate them, and she will take care of her own baby, so technically we'll take care of Duchess and she'll take care of Marie!" you sit next to him "and the vet said they're both as healthy as they can be, just sightly starved, he said they were probably abandoned not too long ago" you explain while Duchess sniffs her baby in your boyfriends arms.

"are you seriously trying to guilt-tripping me into keeping them?!" he asks and you bite your lips guiltily and an hopeful expression on your face.

"is it working?" Duchess walks out of your arms and towards your boyfriend's lap.

He sighs again "yeah, yeah it is" he answers making you smile lovingly at him, how could you be so lucky. Your boyfriend shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile betrays him right away "did you really call them after the Aristocats? wait- were you planning on calling our future daughter after Marie from the Aristocats?" 

"well, they're both, girls, white and cute, how could I not?" you answer and decide to ignore his second question, what's wrong with naming your kid after a cat anyway?

"well, I guess it checks out" he says, his hands are still caressing Marie and Duchess but his eyes are not leaving yours "you're lucky I love you, you know?"

"I know, and I love you too" you say kissing his cheek "soooo?" you ask anxiously.

Your boyfriend looks back at the two cats on his lap. "fuck... okay, we'll keep them" he says and in response you throw your arms around his neck to pepper his cheek with sweet kisses. He basks into your kisses just as pleased as before, the cats making themselves comfortable on his legs "but we're not getting anymore, understood?" 

"ooor we could look for-"

"absolutely not." he says firmly.

"but you didn't even let me finish!" you protest.

He light scolds you with his eyes "is your plan to get two more kittens, one orange and one black, to call them Toulouse and Berlioz so you can make the whole Aristocats family?" he asks.

You open your mouth in shock, he knows you too well. "see? you're wrong, that's not what I was going to say at all." you lie.

He gives you a knowing smirk and raises his eyebrows at you "oh yeah? And what were you going to say, then?" he asks with raised eyebrows and a fake surprised tone in his voice.

"...I hate you" you huff while sitting down next to him, Stiles opens his arm when he sees you move and you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm rests around your shoulders and you hug his waist.

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. "What? You just told me you love me".

"I didn't know the real you a minute ago." you sigh.

"yeah right... I love you too, baby" he says as he rubs your back under your shirt in the way he knows you love "but if I see another cat in this house..." he threatens and you raise your head to look at him.

"what will you do?" you taunt him.

Stiles smiles like he already won "I'll kick you out." 

You gasp in fake shock "you would never!" 

"yeah? try me."

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[blueicequeen19]

Stolen & Stuffed

Warnings: public humiliation with a toy, unprotected sex, anal, oral, JJ being a creep 👀🖤

I watch as she stops with a jolt again, squeezing her thighs together as she crosses one ankle over the other. Her hand braces herself on the tree as she grits her teeth with her eyes closed tight until suddenly she straightens again, shooting a dirty look to someone across the party.

Y/N has a toy in and someone is controlling it. I'd bet money on it. And the thought has me harder than I've been in a long time. Especially since I have the sudden urge to claim her while she's horny and desperate before the one with the remote does.

"Need a drink?" I approach her, holding out the cup of beer I just poured from the keg.

"Thanks." She sighs, taking it and downing it as quickly as she can.

"Rough night?" I smirk, taking the cup back when she finishes. Before she can answer, the toy comes alive again because her eyes widen and she grits her teeth as she almost looks at me for help.

"Are you okay?" I half laugh, watching as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other while practically holding her breath.

"I'm--." Her voice has reached a higher pitch until she grits her teeth again, her legs starting to shake. Whoever is doing this is ruthless. She's about to cum in front of me. When she sucks in a sharp breath, the buzzing must stop because she whimpers, letting her shoulders sag as she shoots a glare over my shoulder.

"Do you need anything?" I ask, watching the way her cheeks flush and her tits raise with every rapid breath.

"No." She brushes past me and I smile, smelling her arousal in the air. The rest of the night seems to pass by in a blur as I watch her be tormented over and over again. Never to find her release. My balls have never been more blue and I have a permanent wet spot in my boxers. Why was this so goddamn hot and fascinating?

I don't even realize she's leaving for the night until my legs take me towards her. I lose sight of her until I hear a curse and I glance between two big trucks, seeing her hand under her dress as she tries to yank the toy out. I charge her, removing her hand as I pin her front against a truck door. She's panting, her body trembling with need. I don't even think she's scared.

"Please. I can't take it anymore. Just take it out. Please." She sobs, fisting her dress to reveal her bare ass. Fuck. She's not wearing panties and she's got a great ass.

I keep my forearm against her back as I pull back to examine her, nearly nutting at the sight of the plug in her ass. I wasn't expecting that. Her pussy, yes. But not her ass. This girl just kept surprising me.

"If I take it out, I'm going to fuck it." I growl, pressing my thumb against the jewel. It's not vibrating anymore but the owner hasn't come to collect it yet.

"I don't care. Just do it. Please." A tear trails down her cheek, making me snap. I free my cock in record time before slowly pulling the toy free. I toss it on the ground and quickly reach between her thighs, finding her absolutely dripping. It was running down her thighs and her clit was swollen. Another whine leaves her as I use her arousal to wet my hand then rub it down the length of my cock. I don't waste another minute before pressing inside her pussy, groaning in her ear from the tight fit as she whimpers and curses. She's shaking like a leaf but it doesn't stop her from pushing back against me.

"I'm so close already." She whispers, grabbing the truck mirror for support.

"Good because I'm not going to last very long." I mutter darkly, thrusting into her twice more before pulling out and guiding my slick cock to her waiting asshole.

"Oh--god--." She pants, lifting up on her toes as I push past her tight ring of muscle. The plug readied her but not nearly enough. She was going to hurt tomorrow.

"You want me to fuck your ass?" I growl in her ear, tightening my hold on her waist as I draw her hips back. She hums her anwer, her lips quivering as she pushes back against me, her hair tickling my face as I start to give short, shallow thrusts. I was barely halfway in and about to blow and she wasn't waiting. She was as desperate as I was.

I watch in fasination as she fucks her ass on my cock, faster and faster. I have to clamp a hand down over her mouth as she starts to moan loudly. When I snap my hips forward I feel the moment her body detonates like a bomb. I wrap my arm around her waist as I mold my body to her back, pinning her between me and the truck as I fuck her hard enough to make the truck rock until my knees damn near give out as I cum right along with her.

I don’t stop. I slide my hand down and bury two fingers in her quaking pussy until she’s coming again, her tears wetting my hand. Only when her legs give out do I slow to an agonizing stop, resting my forehead on her shoulder as I stare down to where we are connected.

This was.. other worldly. A whole new high. A greater prize to be stolen. Even if she let me in.

Minutes seem to pass as we try to collect ourselves, my cock still hard inside her while we both pant like we've run a marathon. I slide my fingers over her clit and she jerks, no doubt overstimulated and sensitive. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean of her cum as she shudders against me.

When I finally do pull out and see the cum dripping from her ass, I realize I'm not done with this girl. Not by a long shot.

I spin her around and drop to my knees, throwing one of her legs over my shoulder as she stares at me with dazed, hooded eyes. I was going to own this girl by the time this was over.

[noosayog]

[... and yet, it's you] - ft. oikawa toru

summary: there's a chinese song with the lyrics 【咸魚白菜也好好味】 which translates to "eating even dried salted fish and bok choi is good." with the meaning that i'm happy with anything as long as it's with you.

wc: 1.3k

for @shibaraki's komorebi collab! thank you for letting me participate, Monty!

1. Sharing a bathroom

The shower is already running when you finally drag yourself out of bed. Your vision is still bleary as you methodically brush your teeth, content to let your mind slowly clear out its sleepy fog to the sound of Oikawa humming in the shower.

You're at the toilet when Oikawa says, "why do you always do that?"

"Do what," you respond.

"Like… let out a little bit of pee before you pee the rest of it out."

You laugh a bit. "You're gonna think it's stupid."

"Just tell me," he says, seriously curious now.

"Once when I was really little, I dreamt that I was peeing in the bathroom but then realized I was still in bed when I woke up to myself wetting the bed."

The shower stops so you can hear Oikawa chuckling. "That wasn't what I was expecting."

"Well, I don't know what you expected but I'm not risking anything. I was traumatized."

"As someone who shares a bed with you, I'm grateful for that."

2. Movie Dates

When you pick up Oikawa's facetime call, you immediately greet him with a "I'm watching a movie and I'm getting to the good part. What do you want?"

He scrunches his nose at you, whining. "Rude!"

"Well?" you prompt. "What do you want?"

"Is it so bad that I missed you and wanted to talk to you?"

You roll your eyes, but affectionately. "I'm putting you on mute."

Oikawa throws out a half-hearted protest but he'll count it as a win that you didn't hang up completely. You mute your side of the line and prop your phone on the tea table facing you, continuing to watch your movie. Oikawa's perfectly content just watching your facial expressions through the small screen and obediently stays quiet.

He mutes his line. too, putting on reruns of an older match but periodically looks over to check in on you. And every time he does, he can't help the grin that stretches on his face as he watches your expressions change scene to scene. Eventually, he keeps his attention glued on your face through the screen, watching your light chuckles and your mouth moving when you exclaim in disbelief over something stupid a character did. By the end of the movie, you’re swiping tears from your eyes and you finally notice that your boyfriend has been watching you.

"Oh my god, Toru," you unmute to say. "That was such a good movie. We have to watch it together next time."

Oikawa's smile widens, eyes crinkling affectionately. "Anything you want, babe."

3. Out Shopping 

On a rare Sunday that Oikawa actually takes off, the two of you head to the nearest major shopping mall to pick up some kitchen items. Oikawa keeps a tight grip around your hands as you ooh and ahh at all the colorful things in the mall; one distracted moment and he would lose you in the sea of people.

As you wander to aisles, you pass by the televisions where a rerun of an Olympic volleyball match is playing. Oikawa instinctively slows down to pay attention, taking mental notes of things he should try at tomorrow's practice.

His attention is pulled away when he feels you trying to pry your fingers out of his fists, only able to pull at his hand when his grip tightens.

"Toru," you say, "let go. I want to go see the bowls over there."

"Okay, let's go then," he agrees, tearing his attention away from the screens.

"No," you say, continuing to tug at your joined hands. "You can keep watching. I'll go look myself."

"What? Why? Let's just go together," he offers, but you tug your hand free.

"It's fine," you say, already walking towards the display that has your attention.

"Hey!" he protests, trying to follow your figure that has already blended into the crowds. Even with his towering height, he does his best to follow after you, locking in on the colorful sweater you decided to wear today.

Despite Oikawa having a significant edge over you in the height department, your little legs carry you surprisingly fast as you weave through people moving in every direction. The distance between the two of you grows larger until you finally stop to admire the collection of pottery on the shelves. He hastily closes the distance before you take off again. 

"Geez, for someone so short," he punctuates this statement with a heavy hand on your head, leaning heavily on it to dramatically catch his breath, "you sure walk fast."

You swat his hands away and reach up to the top shelf for the set of bowls you like.

He easily grabs them for you and puts them into the basket that he was sure wasn't in your hands when you were still by the TVs. He plucks the basket out of your grip and continues to tease you.

"It's always the short ones that walk like today's the last day of their lives," he laughs.

"Shut up, Toru," you fix him with a scathing glare and he holds his hands up in surrender.

You scoff, but take hold of his hand again, leading him to the next display you want to take a look at. He smiles contentedly now that your hands are joined again. And that's all he really wanted. 

4. Bedtime Routine 

You’re in bed, all tucked in when Oikawa finally joins you. He quietly prepares for bed and gently gets under the covers so as not to wake you. His arms reach over, ready to pull you in for a good night kiss but he doesn’t get the chance because one of your hands pops out from under the duvet to smack him in the forehead. 

“Ow! Why?!” he sputters. 

You scowl at him. “How many times do I have to tell you to shut the door when you come in!” 

“Okay, okay,” he rubs his forehead but obeys. The door shuts. “Happy?” 

You grunt. 

He chuckles a bit, charmed at your grumpiness. 

He tries again to pull you in, but this time, your hand reaches out to pinch the nearest part of his body. That happens to be his left pec. 

“Ouch! What now?” 

“Did you open the windows?” 

Without complaint, he climbs out of bed again to open the window, allowing a gust of cold night air to swallow the room. He sees your legs wiggle a bit from under the duvet and smiles inwardly. 

For the third time, he climbs in bed but stays a good distance away in case he forgot any other part of your night ritual. 

You turn around to face him, duvet pulled above your nose so he can only see your eyes. 

“Why are you so far?” 

“Are you done hurting me?” 

You scoff. “As if you even felt any of it.” 

“My forehead is red!” he exclaims. 

“Fine, stay on that side then.” 

Oikawa can’t help but laugh, shifting over to you and wrapping you up in a hug so tight, you let out a squeal when he squeezes. He doesn’t want to let go, so he keeps his arms tight around your torso and turns to lay on his back, pulling you so that your entire body is splayed over his. 

“Toru, I’ll squash you!” 

He ignores you and just nuzzles gently into neck. You sigh and shift so that you’re chest to chest with him, your head falling to the side so that your noses don’t collide. You’ll never tell him that you like the windows open every night so that the room is cool enough for you to bask in his warmth without overheating. 

Oikawa sighs, smoothing his palm over your back. “Good night, baby.” 

You murmur it back. 

Oikawa thinks this is it. This is the life - just being able to do your silly nighttime routine with you. Your warmth lulls him to sleep and he’s almost there when he feels you prop up, palms pushing hard enough on his chest that it forces an exhale out of his lungs. 

“Did you get me a glass of water? You know I get thirsty in the middle of the night.” 

He sighs, but obliges all the same.

[viaoverthemoon]

License and Registration

RE2!Cop!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your police officer boyfriend, Leon, catches you speeding once again.

Content: SMUT, car sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, switch Leon, kind of-dom Reader, teasing, praise, comfort, not throughly proofread (I'm rusty- Let me know if I missed anything!)

18+!! NSFW!! MDNI!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Enjoy!

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The sound of a siren pulls you from the adrenaline high you were experiencing.

Instantly recognizing the head of blonde hair behind the windshield, you smirk, pressing the brake and moving off to the side. Not that it mattered all that much, seeing as you were on a deserted side road surrounded by trees.

The gum in your mouth sticks to your teeth with every chew, the red of your lipstick smearing on it.

The officer walks out of the car with his head hung low and shaking, as if he were disappointed.

He definitely is.

You roll down your window, blowing a bubble into your gum as he comes to a stop outside of your door.

His brows furrow angrily as he places his hands on his hips. "(Y/n)..."

You pop the bubble, sucking it back into your mouth and offering him a sly smile. "Officer Kennedy!"

He glares at you whilst you pull your mirror down and fix your hair. "What are you doing on duty so late? I thought we had a hot date at 6 o'clock."

He doesn't seem to share your playful mood, crossing his arms across his chest and giving you that concerned, unimpressed look. "Sweetheart... I thought we talked about driving recklessly just to see me when I'm working."

You flutter your lashes, looking up at him with a mocking pout. "Oh baby... not everything I do has something to do with you..."

He leans in through your open window, coming so close his lips brush against your ear. "Angel, whenever it comes to you acting like a desperate little brat, it's always got something to do with me."

Heat pools in your belly. You're about to ask him if that was a challenge but he steps back, leaving a hand on the edge of your car window and running a hand through his blonde hair and taking a deep breath.

"Baby, I can't keep letting you go with a warning. Someone's bound to catch on..."

You hum, reaching a hand up and running your fingertips along the skin of his arm.

His eyes snap to your hand before looking at you, eyes wide and shocked.

"I'm sorry, my love... is there any way I can make it up to you?"

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If someone drove down this road right now, you'd be screwed.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the small space of the car around you as your nails dig little crescent marks into your boyfriend's shoulders.

Leon wasted no time after your question, dragging you from your car and tossing you into the back seat of his cop one.

And now, you sit on his lap, his cock nested deep inside of you.

His hands rest comfortably on your ass, his eyes drinking in the sight of your face as you whimper and whine at the mere feeling of him.

When your hips stutter and your legs begin to give out, he shifts his hands to the underside of your thighs, helping you move up and down on his cock.

Blinking through the thickening hot haze, you look down at your officer.

He's already looking up at you, brows drawn together and pink lips parted in pure pleasure as a faint moan leaks from him.

Your hands slide up his skin and into his hair, nails lightly kneading his scalp whilst you roll your hips, pouting when Leon gasps against your lips. "Poor baby... Does it feel too good?"

You feel his hips jerk upwards, pushing himself impossibly deeper as he nods and places his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. "So good- Feels so good, angel...-"

A grunt escapes him, his large hands tightening around your thighs. You nearly cry out when he suddenly picks up the pace, chasing after his fast approaching high.

"L-Leon-! Baby slow down-!"

But it's as if your words fall on deaf ears. Leon only groans loudly, throwing his head back and whining pathetically.

You're teetering on the edge of your own release when a sudden rush of wind and the console digging into your lower back take you by complete surprise.

Your hips lay squished between the two front seats, legs on either side of Leon's hips and in the air. Your hands shift to his upper back, nails scratching harshly along his skin.

He pushes his body weight on you to keep you still as you writhe beneath him, gasping and whining into the empty space of the car.

His large cock slides along your wet walls, the movements creating the most pornographic squelching noise you've ever heard. You swear you feel every vein, every twitch, every stretch.

You cry out, gripping onto him for dear life as your release tears through you, taking your breath away and causing stars to form behind your eyelids.

Leon swears as he feels you clench around him, his legs stopping for just a moment before he groans, pushing into you slowly one last time.

His warm seed spurts inside of you, coating every corner of your walls. He grips the seats for support from the sheer power of his orgasm.

You help him down from his high, stroking his forearms and whispering praises in his ear.

And you only stop when Leon goes slack, pulls out of you with a hiss, and begins to clean everything up. "Jesus Christ... we're never doing that again."

You scoff, slipping your skirt back on. "Oh, we're definitely gonna do this again babe,". You laugh as Leon groans, sitting back in the seat and throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Anyone could have seen us..." His cheeks are flushed pink in embarrassment, blonde hair still messy from all the times you ran your hands through it.

You slide closer to him and kiss his cheek. "Well then, it's a good thing no one did, huh?" You giggle as he playfully glares at you.

Biting your lip, you go to whisper in his ear, discretely slipping something into his pocket. "See you at 8?"

And with that, you slip out of the car and make your way back to your vehicle, pulling your skirt down into place and adjusting your shirt.

All while wondering what his reaction will be when he finds the pair of panties you'd stuffed into his pocket.

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Heyyyy...

Been a while huh? 😓

I'm backkkk

I've been a little busy, BUT, I'm not working anymore cause I'm moving to college soon so I've got a little more time before my real chaos enters my life.

Happy to see y'all again!

-Via 💕