#and i miss my bed in my apartment so much

[nerdlvr]

✩ goons and ghosts.

(MDNI)

smut with sorta plot, 4k+ words , ghost jisung x gooner reader , riding , cowgirl and dogstyle positions , peeping tom jisung , female and male masturbation , dick sucking , deepthroating , a lot of spit , switch jisung , switch reader , jisung's a bold virgin and reader has never nutted , cum swallowing , ur reading ghost smut nothing is accurate , lmk if i missed anything!

making a side note cause idek what happened WE LOST THE PLOT but in the end i am decently satisfied with this work. there are no specified roles in this fic everyone just wants a good fuck ALSO will be uploading a text imagine for this fic because i got so emotionally invested in the character dynamics. okie bye pls enjoy!

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jisung didn’t like the would haunt. he didn’t haunt things, he simply resided there. just like how he had been residing in your apartment for the past couple months. did you know of his presence? no. but he was definitely not haunting you.

the first time was an accident... kinda. at first he was more curious about the furry little creature that he saw on your balcony, absentmindedly following it into your apartment.

what a strange creature that thing, it's almost like it could see him. its sharp tiny eyes following his figure as it shimmied through your glass doors. what a fat lump of fur, little bell jingling against its neck, that smug little look on its face and- oh my ghost, what are you doing?

he thinks he's never seen a human this pretty in his short lifetime (deathtime?). your hair was a mess against your sheets, cheeks flushed and eyebrows knit together in concentration as your hands fiddled against your panties.

he watched as the fabric soaked into your heat, pink painted toes curling at the pressure you applied through your soft fingertips. your whiny moans surrounded him, room hot and sticky against his skin.

meow

that thing speaks?

meow

he looked down to the side of your bed as the furball clawed at your sheets, its beady eyes still staring directly at him.

"momu- stop- ugh, what is it?"

you attempted to swat the thing away, frustration building on your face.

"can you- momu what? what is it?"

You huffed as you sat up on your bed, hands slapping your duvet loudly. your eyes darted around the room looking for the source of your cat’s worries.

for a moment he froze in place, not like you could see him, but for some reason he felt like he’d been caught. he watched you hesitantly as your eyes scanned the room.

maybe it was the nerves but he swore that briefly, just briefly, your eyes focused right on where he was, a soft hm coming from your mouth as you relaxed back into your bed.

he was gone before you knew it, there’s no way you could see him, he was just being paranoid.

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the second time was less of accident. he had been watching a movie with your neighbor, casper the friendly ghost, how fitting. 

the only thing that would make this crappy movie any better was if he could sneak a piece of popcorn, the oblivious idiot probably wouldn’t notice anyway, eyes focused on the bright tv screen. speaking of this idiot, was he blatantly ignoring your obnoxiously loud moans? your voice was practically seeping through the thin walls of his apartment. were you just an inconsiderate neighbor or was it really that good? he had to find out. he wasn’t creeping, he was simply curious.

and that’s how he found himself back in your room watching as you stuffed your pretty pussy full with your small fingers. never had he seen a girl in heat.

your body was gleaming with sweat, clearly having been at this for a while now. you pushed your fingers deeper and deeper, body squirming under the force of your own hands. how did you even manage to fit three fingers in there?

and even though your hole seemed to struggle with the size and your moans grew impossibly louder, you never truly seemed satisfied. you tossed and turned clearly frustrated by your lack of skill. he looked down at his pants, he was much bigger than your flimsy little fingers, if only he could move your hands and-

meow

fucking hell. momu was it? momu fuck off.

you rolled your eyes as you pulled your sticky fingers out of your hole, a loud sigh leaving your lips, “i know momu- momu i know, no ones harming mommy.”

he swore your eyes met his as you spoke to the furball. what did you know exactly? he didn’t give himself time to wonder as he moved back into your neighbors home, at least the idiot was asleep, time to eat his popcorn.

.

the next couple of times weren’t accidents at all. it had become a habit at this point to watch you touch yourself. how could he stop himself when you were practically calling for him? 

there you are sprawled out on your bed, sweet little pussy dripping onto your fresh sheets as you rubbed against your swollen clit. he was sat in his usual spot in the corner of your room, hands gently rubbing at his growing bulge, eyes trained on your body. if only he could touch you, please you how you so desperately wanted to be pleased. he knew he could satisfy you, could fuck the goon out of you. but why would he want this to end?

he wondered how pathetic he must look doing all of this, hand shoved down his pants, cheeks burning bright red as he came undone, embarrassed by his own actions. he only did all this because he knew you couldn’t see him, why would he openly be a peeping pervert?

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you in fact could see him. it’s not like you had some crazy superpower, you just could.

originally you had thought he was your neighbor’s sibling. tall, handsome, and dorky, you watched as he blew air into your neighbor’s face while he was getting the mail. you had smiled to yourself, what an annoying little brother. 

but then when you had mentioned it to your neighbor he had replied, “what brother?” strange. as you began to describe the image of the young man you had seen your neighbor only grew more confused. very strange.

maybe it was a misunderstanding. or maybe he was a fucking ghost.

it’s not like you believe in those things or anything, him being a ghost had never even crossed your mind. but as the same dorky man sunk into your room through your wall you thought there was absolutely no other explanation. 

you should’ve screamed, should’ve ran away, called the cops. but you were so close. your legs only squeezed tighter around your hand as you watched him flush at the sight of you, bulge pressing against his jeans. he seemed hesitant, almost scared, as he continued to watch you touch yourself.

he gulped as you rubbed harder against your clothed core, fabric rubbing against your abused clit.

meow

what better cockblocker than your own cat. 

"momu- stop- ugh, what is it?" you swatted at your cat, desperate to continue, "can you- momu what? what is it?"

you knew she was startled by the random man in your house, she was never a fan of new people. but you pretended to not know what was bothering her, looking around your room dumbly. you couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at the ghost, his chest rising and falling nervously like he had been caught. did he know you could see him?

definitely not, since he stumbled out of your room and straight off your balcony. you could practically scream, not only had your high died down, but your handsome hunk of a ghost had abandoned you.

you turned to your cat, “you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

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how to evoke a ghost. okay maybe you were an horny freak, or maybe you were just insane, but you had suffered through countless nights of rubbing at your poor pussy, nothing satisfying you. but that one night that ghost had come into your room you felt like you could actually finish at the sight of him. where were you going to find a tall handsome loser in this day and age, let alone a dead one? okay, maybe you were a horny freak.

you scrolled through the google search results. light some candles and chant a prayer, too spooky. chant its name into a mirror, would it work if you chanted, “tall handsome dork, tall handsome dork, tall handsome dork!” probably not. you should’ve known it was pointless to begin with. you had lost your moment of luck, back to square one. 

you laid back into your soft bed, getting comfortable against your pillows as you began to run your hands over your body. this was just a warm up, goosebumps forming on your skin as you teased your nipples, fingers teasing the skin of your breasts. 

by the time your hands made their way down to your core you were panting softly, body running hot. you had probably been a little too excited to touch yourself, moans louder than usual as your fingers met your clit. holy shit, you squeezed your eyes shut, the image of the stranger ghost filled your head as you prodded at your entrance. one finger, not enough. two fingers, not enough. three fingers, your walls squeezed around your fingers tightly, why wasn’t this enough. 

you moaned loudly, partly in frustration and partly from the feeling of your fingers digging deeper inside of you, the image of the ghost never leaving your mind. you just knew he was bigger than three little fingers of yours.

nevertheless, you put your fingers to work, occasionally bringing your free hand down to rub at your clit. if only, if only he just- 

“fuck.”

your eyes fluttered open as you heard a soft groan coming from the corner of your room. and there he was, watching you touch yourself. you threw your head back on your pillow, body writhing under your touch as you felt his gaze burn your skin. this was good, actually it was more than good, it was great, you felt your walls pulse around your fingers, stomach in knots as you fucked yourself. 

meow

that damn cat. momu fuck off.

you sighed as you pulled your fingers out, attention now on your crying cat, “i know momu- momu i know, no ones harming mommy.”

you turned towards the ghost as you spoke, eyes pleading, please don’t leave. but he was already on his way out, fading into your wall.

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he liked to watch and you liked to be watched. that’s how things had turned out between you two, you played with yourself for hours and he’d palm himself through his jeans until he came. then you’d get up, take a shower, and when you returned he’d be gone. you were smart enough to lock your door now, momu the cockblocker no longer interrupting. 

this unspoken arrangement between you two was fun, but not enough. hours and hours of rubbing and fucking yourself with your fingers and nothing. you were glad you helped him finish, but you’d never quite reach your own climax, pussy rubbed raw and not even one orgasm. 

if this was any other guy you would’ve called him out by now, selfish prick. but every time you looked over at him he was hunched over in your love seat, cheeks flushed, bangs covering his eyes as he quietly groaned to himself. it’s almost like he was hiding from you. tall man now tiny as he shrunk into himself, biting his hand to silence his loud moans as he spurts cum into his jeans. sometimes you’d catch him staring at you longingly, hands itching to touch you, so why didn’t he?

only you would get stuck with a shy pervert ghost.

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8:00 PM. around this time he was usually relaxing on your neighbor’s couch, watching whatever lame movie he had on his watchlist, but tonight your neighbor had gotten lucky, bringing some girl home.

they had been making out since they walked through the door, clothes quickly being removed and thrown around the entrance of his apartment. jisung was quick to slip away, deciding there was no harm in lounging at your place instead. he would much rather listen to your moans anyways.

he took his usual spot on the love seat in the corner of your room, slumping against the soft cushions. he wondered when you’d show up, you usually got horny around 10, so he guessed he’d have to wait for a while, but your arrival came sooner than expected as you walked into your room, lazily scratching at your arm, “oh hi.”

wait what? did you just talk to him?

your body stilled, eyes nervously glancing around the room. oh shit. had you just spoken to him?

he got up quickly from his seat, rushing towards you and waving a hand in your face, “can you see me?” 

you were quick to turn around, walking out of your room and towards your living room. he was early, and you had just spoken to him out of instinct. he was basically living in your house by now, appearing every night, but today he was early and you had forgotten you weren’t supposed to be able to see him. 

he followed after you, voice shaky as he called out for you, “wait- wait can you see me? stop-“

you stopped as you felt his hand reach for your arm. he let out a shocked gasp, “you can feel me too!”

he raised a finger at you as you turned to face him, a bright blush spreading down his neck. “you- you- can see-“ he redirected his finger to himself, “can see me?”

you gave him a quick nod, biting your lip to hide your smile, he was embarrassed, how cute.

“how- how can you- for how long?” his eyebrows knit together in worry, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

you contemplated whether or not to tell him the truth, maybe you could save him the shame of being caught red handed, and also benefit by not let him know you’re a weirdo who’s into ghosts. “this is my first time seeing you.”

he squinted his eyes, glaring at you, “you’re lying! if this was your first time seeing me you would’ve been scared! you’re acting like you’ve known me your whole life!”

you chuckled nervously, well now you both had been caught. “okay, maybe, maybe i’ve seen you around somewhere.” 

he paced around your living room, hands gripping at the roots of his hair as he clenched his teeth, “oh my- you know i’ve been watching you! this is so embarrassing! i- i’m leaving this is insane-“

“wait.” you grabbed at his arm before he could disappear, desperation building in your eyes.

he shivered in your grasp. you were touching him, touching him with the same hands you worked against your wet heat, night after night begging for releasee. he felt his pants tighten, head dropping in shame. 

“please don’t leave. i- i need you, don’t leave, please.”

he turned to you, confused. you needed him?

“you- you know better than anyone that i can’t- i can’t- you know.” you ducked your head, now you were the one feeling embarrassed. asking the paranormal to help you cum? top 10 most down bad moments.

“you can’t cum.” he said it so matter of factly that you forgot that he was that one that should be embarrassed. he’s the intruder, he’s the pervert, he’s the- the ghost!

“you want me to help you cum?” forget everything you just thought. yes he was all of those things, but right now, he was the only one that could make you finish, it’s not the time for smart comments.

you nodded slowly, eyes focused on a suddenly interesting speck of dust on the floor.

“use me.” you raised your head, eyes wide as you looked up at him. 

“use me to cum.” jisung hoped you couldn’t hear the nerves in his tone.

okay so remember all that stuff jisung said about how he’d touch you and please you how you deserved, blah blah. well he may have stretched the truth a tiny bit. in his defense he never thought he’d actually get the opportunity to do all those things, and it’s not his fault he's a 22 year old virgin ghost! and now he had a horny freak that was ready to devour him, dragging him into her bedroom. if it wasn’t for his painfully hard cock straining against his jeans he probably would’ve run away, preferring to listen to your neighbor get laid.

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you were quick to undress, shame leaving you as you felt your body heat up, pussy aching at the thought of finally having the dick you so desperately craved. 

jisung mimicked your movements, undressing and climbing next to you in bed. he sat awkwardly, hands making a weak attempt at covering his length. you kneeled in front of him, arms coming up to collect your hair, tying it up neatly.

he gulped nervously, there it was, that look he knew so well. there was a glint in your eyes, that hungry gaze that meant you only had one thing in mind. an orgasm.

nervous was an understatement, he couldn’t have picked a more normal girl to watch?

,

you were going to eat him whole. he was there, right where you wanted him, and you were finally going to cum. it was just you, his dick, and your insatiable hunger. 

you reached for his hands, moving them away to reveal his hard length. he was long and girthy, tip flushed and leaking. your mouth watered as you reached out to grab his base, a shaky breath leaving his lips. 

he could practically cry as you stuck your tongue out to get a taste of him, rubbing the wet muscle along the head of his length. you parted your lips to surround his tip, sucking lightly. the moan you let out vibrated along his shaft, his shaky hands coming up to grip at you tied hair. 

you relaxed your jaw as you opened your mouth wider to take more of him in, hands moving away from his base to lightly massage his balls. he groaned loudly as you kept lowering yourself on him, nose touching his pubic bone. you were insane.

“holy shit, you fucking slut.”

he pulled you up by your hair, a gasp leaving your lips as oxygen entered your lungs. you looked up at him, eyes glassy, spit pooling in your mouth. he pushed your head back down on him, tip poking at the back of your throat as he bobbed you on him, lewd noises coming from your mouth as you slobbered on his length, spit dripping down to his balls,

“this is what you wanted hm? so desperate, that's why you let me watch you this whole time?”

he lifted you back up, eyes slightly widening at your crazy grin, head struggling to nod as his grip on your hair tightened. he brought his free hand up to wipe your face, spit running down your chin and onto your breasts.

“so fucking dirty, come here.” he pulled you towards his lap, holding you up so you’d hover above his length. he reached down to rub his tip along your folds, collecting your juices.

“look- look at how fucking wet you are- jesus- want me to fuck you that badly, you’re pathetic, you’d let anyone fuck this pussy wouldn’t you?”

you whined loudly, shaking your head, “no- no- just you- fuck- want you so bad, please.” you panted in his grasp, hips rocking against his tip.

“that’s right baby, only i have what this pretty little pussy wants- fuck.” the words died in jisung’s throat as you sank yourself down on his length, wet heat engulfing his length.

“shit shit shit, you’re so big-“ he watched as you threw your head back, hips now sitting flush against his lap.

any confidence jisung had prior to this moment was completely lost. his forehead ached at how tightly his brows knit together, mouth falling open in a silent moan. he was the ghost but your pussy was supernatural. 

his head fell against your breasts as you raised your hips before slamming back down onto him building a slow rhythm.

you gripped his jaw, bringing his face up to look at you, “got nothing to say now huh, dirty pervert, wanted to fuck me so bad.” he nodded into your hand, eyes soft as he stared up at you, “i- i thought i was gonna go crazy, wanted you so bad- fuck-“ you brought your hips flush against him, grinding down hard, his thick cock rubbing against your walls.

he gripped your ass, helping your hips move against his, “please- please use me to cum- want it so bad.” 

you smirked down at him, lifting your hips slowly to slide back down at an angle so the head of his cock would rub against your sweet spot. he watched you as moans erupted from your chest, eyes squeezing tightly as you softly bounced on him.

“such a good boy baby, cock so perfect- oh my-“ your hips fell against his, soft pants warm against his chest as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder.

he reached down to cup your face, “what’s wrong? what happened angel- are you okay?”

worry bloomed in his chest as he looked at your flushed face, tears building in your eyes as you pouted up at him, “i- i can’t- wanna cum so bad- please.” 

oh? you didn’t know how to make yourself cum. “poor baby-“ he kissed your pout softly before lifting you off of him, “good thing i’m here right?” he flipped you around, pushing your head down and pulling your hips up, “let me make you feel good hm?”

you nodded, head rubbing against your messy bedsheets. he slapped his length against your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as you moaned at the feeling, “you’re dirty.” 

he grabbed the base of his cock, pressing into you weeping hole, the new angle making him feel deeper than before, “i love it.” 

that was the last thing said before his hips started to pound against your ass, loud slapping noises filling your room. you pushed your ass back deeper into him, each stroke of his length running along your spasming walls.

he hunched over your body, hand sneaking around your hips to rub your clit, “come on, i know you can do it baby, just relax, i got you.”

you focused on his touches, the way his fingers rolled along you clit, free hand flicking at your hard nipples, his length pulsing inside of you, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

then you felt it, that feeling you craved so much, like a pit of fire growing in your stomach, burning you from within, “please- please just like that, keep- keep.” you gripped onto the sheets, tears threatening to spill as you drooled dumbly.

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in another universe above you, jisung was practically choking. your pussy had grown impossibly tighter, gummy walls suffocating him. if he kept at this he would probably faint. but as he felt your body begin to twitch beneath him he knew he couldn’t stop now. he fucked you like it was his only purpose on this earth, fingers cramping against your clit, but he kept going, he couldn’t stop.

your voice grew louder, a mix of moans and choked sobs leaving your drooling mouth as you wept into the sheets, body curling into itself as you felt the heat from your stomach explode. you gasped for air, toes curling as your body tensed.

you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding,, body melting into the bed, a soft whine leaving your lips as you felt his length slip out of you.

he watched as you wiped at your face, tears staining your cheeks.

did you think this was over? he lifted you slightly, flipping you over on your back before climbing on top of you, legs straddling your chest. you hiccuped as he tapped your cheek with his still hard cock. “suck.” he placed his tip against your lips, moaning softly as you began to suck lightly.

your juices helped his hands slide against his length, his pace fast as he jerked himself off into your mouth. his free hand rubbed your cheek softly, tears wetting his fingertips, “so fucking pretty- look at me- fuck- i’m gonna cum.” 

you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes soft and glassy.  he was huge from this angle, lean body towering over you. his skin was flushed, pink spreading along his chest, bangs sticking to his forehead as he hunched over you.

"i'm-oh fuck-" his hand stilled, squeezing at his base. his mouth hung open in a silent moan, eyes crossing slightly as he spilled into your mouth. you moved your head away slightly as he rubbed some of his cum on your swollen lips.

he let out a loud sigh, tired body falling back onto your bed. he took a deep breath before sitting back up to reach for you, pulling you on top of him.

jisung looked down at you as your body shook against his chest, soft giggles leaving your lips, “i- i just had sex with a ghost! ha! i’m so fucking horny i’ve finally lost my mind!”

you slapped his chest lightly, then again, and again. “what?” he rubbed your back softly, “just wondering if you were actually real or if the gooning got to me.”

he chuckled as you started to giggle again, “you’re fucking insane and that is so fucking hot.”

a professional gooner and a pervert ghost aka a match made in heaven.

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[taintedtort]

" #NEEDTHAT! "

summary. how long they last during NNN

characters. kenma, akaashi, iwaizumi, kyotani, nishinoya

warnings. afab!reader, post!timeskip, SMUT!!!

a/n. my yearly NNN prompt, but with hq this time (and it’s december)

KENMA

☆ a week and a half

he tried, though only because you asked. his stamina and libido aren’t too high, so he didn’t have much issue at first. however… you started purposely teasing him after a week; wearing short shorts, wearing tight shirts, or just prancing around in your panties. he wasn’t too interested in beating the challenge, so he doesn’t really attempt to deny himself. it’s too much of a hassle, especially with the way you’re practically begging to be fucked. so he does just that. lays you on the bed, and takes a bit of time fingering you open and making you cum on his fingers first, just because he can. it’s such a power trip, seeing you fall apart all thanks to him, he can’t help but fuck you silly after that. getting you to cum is better than beating a stupid little challenge.

"don’t be surprised, you’re the one teasing me."

AKAASHI

☆ he distracted you!

similar to kenma, he isn’t too interested in actually winning, or even participating in general. he isn’t worried about himself, he’s more concerned about you not being satisfied for the entire month. what is he if he can’t please his woman? his fingers alone aren’t enough for your greedy little pussy, he knows that. it’s that argument that he uses when he’s trying to refuse the challenge, cooing about how much he knows you’ll miss him inside you. just think about it, love, is something like that even worth it? ends with you sprawled out under him with his cock shoved inside you, scrambling your brain and making you forget about the conversation.

"how will i please you if i can’t fuck you? don’t deny yourself pleasure just for a silly challenge."

IWAIZUMI

☆ two weeks

only lasted that long out of sheer will. he practically lives in your pussy. he wakes up with gentle morning sex, and sends you to bed by fucking your brains out until you’re all sleepy and pliant. it’s a routine at this point, something you decided to interrupt just because you saw the stupid challenge online and got curious. you just wanted to see how long he could last! you didn’t expect him to come home all frustrated because he’s been thinking about your little cunt wrapped around him all day. you whined when he bent you over the couch, but he didn’t let you complain too much before he’s stuffing you full.

"bet you missed this too, didn’t you? nasty girl."

KYOTANI

☆ a week

he didn’t even want to do it in the first place, he only agreed so you’d shut up about it. he was pretty sure you’d end up crawling back to him anyway, since you really can’t go that long without his cock inside you. you’re spoiled, after all. after about a week, he can tell you’re getting whiny, so he decides to throw in the towel and give you what you need. you tease him, of course, so he decides to stuff your mouth first. he ignores your furrowed brows and cute pout when he forces you to your knees.

"bratty girls get their throats fucked first, or did you forget?"

NISHINOYA

☆ four days

he's confident at first, but then he remembers that nearly everything you do turns him on. knowing that he isn’t allowed to cum makes it worse somehow, and he forgets about the challenge most of the time. you have to cheekily remind him, only for him to groan and have to excuse himself to calm down his boner. he really wants to win, just to say that he did, but he knows he won’t be able to hold out. it’s almost pathetic how quickly he comes back to you, begging about 'just the tip'. he ends up fucking you like a rabid animal, nearly drooling over how good you feel.

"no no— i won’t cum… promise." (he did)

[moralesluvr]

Hey! So this is like a goofy requested like idek. So basically I've been watching coming home videos of people in the army and don't even ask why lmao but everytime they make my heart burst! 😭

It gave me the idea of a billie x reader fanfic. The reader is in the army and has been away for a few months now. We told billie we aren't going to be home as soon as we thought, and of course billie is really upset, but what she doesn't know is that actually we are coming home early to surprise her! Her family is in on it and helps us surprise her, and she gives us the most adorable reaction possible.

Sorry if this sounds stupid. In my head, this sounds alot lot better, I promise 😭

anon i love this idea, thank you for your request !!

SWEET RETURN | b. eilish.

you could hear the laced disappointment in billie’s voice through the phone, even though she was trying her best to mask it. the sound of her pouting made your heart shatter, though she had no idea what was coming to her, for the better.

“so… not until next month?” she asked you, her tone light, but you knew her well enough to catch the sadness hiding behind her words.

“yeah,” you replied, swallowing the lump in your throat, “things got delayed here. they need me to stay a little longer. i’m so sorry, babe. i wish i could come home earlier.”

there was silence on the other end for a moment, followed by a quiet sigh. you hear her shuffle within the covers of your bed, “it’s okay. i get it. i just… i really miss you, y’know? the house feels so empty without you. i miss my wife.”

“i know,” you said, your chest tightening at her words. you had missed her so damn badly— and your excitement to see her again was almost too much to contain. “i miss you too, so much. but i promise, as soon as i’m back, we’ll make up for all this time apart, okay?”

billie let out a small, shaky laugh. you can hear her sniffles, “okay, my love. m’getting a little sleepy, so i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay,” you said, grinning widely, even though she couldn’t see you. “only a little longer, okay? then i’ll get to see my beautiful wife.”

you can practically hear her smile through her voice, “m’kay. i know you’ve got shit to do, so i can’t be too upset. but i love you, okay? have a good night.”

“i love you too,” you said, your voice soft, honey dripping from your tone, “more than anything.”

you hang up the phone, almost unable to conceal your excitement. what billie didn’t know was that you were already on your way home, ready to see her and attack her with hugs and kisses, ready to see her surprised expression when she sees you.

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two days post phone call, you were standing in billie’s parents’ cozy living room, your heart racing as maggie smoothed over your uniform, while patrick and finneas helped finalize the plan.

“she’s going to flip!” maggie spoke softly yet excitedly, a delighted smile spreading across her face, “she’s been so down lately, my lovebug. this will make her year.”

her dad nodded in agreement. “you’ve got the flowers, right hun?”

“got them,” you said, holding up the bouquet of billie’s favorite flowers, thanks to very detailed and focused bouquet shopping with finneas. you bounced on your heels excitedly, so ready to see billie— it had been so long, and all you wanted to do was see her pretty face and wrap her in a warm embrace.

“good!” patrick replied, clapping a hand on your shoulder lightly with a smile. though he was usually more stoic, even he couldn’t keep himself together at the thought of his daughter being overflowed with joy at this surprise.

you let out a nervous laugh, adjusting your uniform for what felt like the hundredth time with a nod. you waited on the couch patiently as maggie poured you a glass of cider, you two chattering amongst yourselves as patrick and finneas watched tv.

billie thought she was coming over for a quiet and peaceful family dinner. her mom had told her it was a way to cheer her up while you were “still stuck overseas.”

she had come over about an hour after you did, and you could hear her engine being killed in the driveway, making your nerves pulse through your skin as you waited anxiously, flowers in hand.

she pushed open the door, calling out a distracted, “hello, my loves!”

maggie greeted her at the door, pulling her into a quick hug. “hey, sweetheart! come on in!— oh, and dinner’s almost ready, but we’ve got a little surprise for you first.”

billie raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the dining room. “a surprise?”

“just come see, lovebug.” maggie spoke, leading her further into the house.

you stood in the living room, hidden just around the corner. your heart pounded as you heard her voice, the sound like music to your ears after so many months apart. you wanted to jump out and hug her, but you had to keep your composure as you stayed hidden.

“okay… guys…what’s going on?” billie asked, her voice light but curious. she sounded almost a little frustrated that she couldn’t figure it out, but her eyes immediately widened as you stepped out into view, holding the bouquet in your hands and a nervous smile on your face, “hi, baby.”

billie froze, her eyes locking on you as her jaw lowered. for a moment, she didn’t move, and it looked like she wasn’t even breathing for a second.

then, all at once, she dropped everything she was holding and ran toward you.

“oh my god, oh my god!” she cried, her voice breaking as she threw her arms around your neck. “you’re here! you’re really here!”

you wrapped your arms around her, holding her as tightly as you could without crushing the flowers between you. you wrapped a loving back behind her frame, “i’m here,” you whispered, your own voice shaking. you felt tears well in the underskirts of your eyes, “i couldn’t wait any longer to see you. i think i would’ve died.”

billie pulled away from your embrace just enough to look at you, tears streaming down her face but a wide, disbelieving smile lighting up her features.

“hey… you lied to me.” her lips formed into a pout, her eyes blinking away tears as she pulled you in for a quick kiss, her lips tasting of salt and strawberry.

“i’m sorry bils, but i had to,” you said with a small laugh, shrugging your shoulders defensively, “it wouldn’t have been a surprise otherwise.”

“it’s okay, i’ll let this little one slide,” billie chucked, shaking her head as she wiped at her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie, “my god, i missed you so much.”

“i missed you more.” you whined, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

maggie, patrick, and finneas clapped and cheered from the doorway, and billie turned to glare at them, a confused expression wiped on her face, “wait— what the fuck? you guys were in on this?”

“of course we were,” finneas grinned, beaming. “i was the first person that she told— you jealous?”

“shut up.” billie rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she turned back to you, “you’re not leaving again anytime soon, are you?”

“not for a while, baby,” you promised, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “i’m staying right here with you. promise.”

billie sighed, leaning her forehead against yours. “good. because i don’t think i can do that again. ever. i love you too much.”

you laugh sweetly, pulling billie closer,

“i love you so much more.”

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Reconnect

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Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: As the year ends, you are scrolling through your photos. But you realise that you and chan have growth apart over the years. With that, chan comes home. And a conversation happens when you realise you couldn’t recognise him for a second.

Genre: Angst/slight fluff/ a bit crack if you squint

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: cursing, (I don’t think there is anything else, but if you find it please tell me!)

Writer’s note: This is my first time ever writing anything sooo bare with me here. I did proofread this by myself but if I missed anything let me know. Feedback is welcome! I hope y’all enjoy this little something created from a thought I had. Also, condolences to SK for the accident yesterday. And give your loved ones a hug, it’s almost 2025!

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The four years with Chan has been a blessing and a curse. Throughout those four years, you’ve been there for the ups and downs of both his and his team’s lives. From Hyunjin’s suddenly hiatus to different comebacks and now being a “First Act In History” group. But for you and chan, it’s been the same yet so different.

The both of you still have this little tradition of movie nights, whereas now the date is always changing to fit into chan’s tight schedule. You both still go on the trips with the kids before every comeback, just not every single one. You still visit chan in his studio even at the weirdest times, just not as often. Now as you sit on your bed in your shared bedroom scrolling through your photos as the year is ending, you start to realise just how far you’ve grown apart. From the constant rise of popularity of the group to the sudden changes of chan’s schedule, the time spent together has lessened and lessened. Turning to your right, you realise that his spot on the bed has grown cold. As you try to think, when was the last time he was home with you? When was the last time you shared a face to face moment, a meal, a date, even just a simple talk apart from good mornings,simply greeting or a few texts throughout the entire day. A ache started to form in your heart.

Just as you got lost in thought wondering when it started to go downhill, the long forgotten sound of his keys jingling and the door unlocking snapped you out of it. As you stood up to go greet chan, your eyes caught something shiny to your left. Oh, our matching bracelets. Had I taken it off? As u reached to grab it, you looked at the clock. 03:38. Is it that late already? Huh. As you start making your way out of your room, you hear the voice of the man you loved with your whole heart. “Babe, I’m ho-“ You hear him stop halfway. Knowing him, he probably suddenly realised the time and stopped thinking you were asleep.

As you hear him shuffling around, you step out of the corridor to say hi. But as you look at the man in front of you, the words got stuck in your throat. The only thing u managed was a gasp. Chan’s head snapped up at the noise, eyes wide as he looked at you. “Babe? Why are you still awake? It’s so late.”

But you can’t talk, you’re just stuck in place looking at the man in front of you. “Babe, you ok? Why are you looking at me like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” He chuckled softly, hands reaching up to rub behind his neck. You were in shock, too stunned to even reply.

You slowly make you way to him, “Babe you’re scaring me. Are you ok? I missed y-“ You stopped him halfway through his sentence as you cupped his face, your eyes roaming across his features, taking him in. You bring your hands down to rest on his shoulder. They’ve become so much wider than you remembered. “You, you’ve changed.” You start softly, looking back into his eyes again. For a fleeing second you couldn’t recognise him. His eye bags have grown deeper, exhaustion all over his face, his shoulders have gotten so much wider, he has gotten so much bigger. Has his hair grown longer too? As you looked at his curls, you slowly run your fingers through his hair. He let out a sigh. As he looked down at you, “Works been hectic lately, from the tour to the recent comeback. I guess I just didn’t rest a lot.” He said softly. You looked him in the eyes as you feel your tears starting to brew. No, stay strong. You’re finally seeing him after, after. How long? This is not the time to cry. You told yourself. “No I meant. You changed, physically. I almost didn’t recognise you for a second.” A silent message passed between the two of you, I haven’t seen you in so long that I couldn’t even recognise you. He stood there frozen, something flashed through his eyes. “I-l’m sorry. I guess I was just too caught up with work I just-“ “No I get it, it’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home again.” You spoke up, smiling at him weakly. His eyes were sad mixed with confusion. “Again? Baby you’re being silly. I was home just a few da-“ He froze. You slowly moved back, letting out a sad chuckle. “You can’t remember? Maybe you could use some rest. But seriously Chan it’s fine, you’ve been busy. I get it. I’m used to the bed being cold anyways.” He flinched, looking up at you. But before he could say anything, you started, “Want something to eat? Knowing you, you probably skipped meals again.” You chuckled, or at least, a sound somewhere along those lines.

You started to move to the kitchen to cook him something to eat, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. He slowly patted your hair hesitantly. “Enlightened me when was the last time I was home, please. Or the last time we had a date, a meal?” His voice slowly getting smaller. “Please, just. Anything.” He cupped your face as he looked deep into your eyes, searching for something. You wanted to say something, but the only time you remembered actually having a good look at him or even having a proper conversation was maybe 2 months ago on his birthday. You stood there, trying to reassure him with something recent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell a lie you know fully well is far from the truth. You could see his face flashed with hurt, tears starting to form on his waterline. Your heart cracked. You loved this man far more than you could have ever imagined loving someone. And yet somehow, you’ve grown accustomed to being far away from him. But you still smiled at him, leaning up to give him a peck. “It’s fine. Just let it go, it’s no big deal. What do you want to eat. Eggs? Ramen?” You slowly slipped out from his embrace and quickly turning around before you got an answer. You can’t let your mask crack when he is already so tired. He doesn’t need another thing to worry about.

You know he doesn’t mean to stay away. His job meant everything to him. The kids, STAYs, you will never know what is like to carry that big of a burden and expectations on your shoulders all the time. So you just let him do his thing, settling on a simple video call or texting throughout the day. Because seeing his hard work pay off, his smile while performing, receiving awards, breaking records meant everything to you. Seeing him in his nature made you so proud of him, even if it meant sacrificing some of your time spent together for the sake of it. You quickly wiped your tears away and started fixing up some ramen for him.

-Time skip-

“Hey, come eat when it’s still hot” You call out to chan. As you dish up the ramen. “Chan? Come eat” You called out again, but you didn’t hear anything. So you put the ramen on the table and walked over to the living room to look for him. When you turned the corner and saw his figure on the sofa you tried calling him again. But stopped midway as your registered how he was. He was sitting on the sofa with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands.

“Hey hey are you ok? Do you want to sleep instead? I can-“ He shook his head, “no i-it’s fine, I’ll go eat.” His voice soft, but he couldn’t hide the slight rasps and sadness in his voice. “Hey, talk to me? Is something wrong? Has work been too stressful? Or are the kids being too much to handle again” You ask, trying to skip over the obvious elephant in the room, as you move to kneel in front of him, taking his hands away from digging into his eyes and into your hands. “You know I’m here when you need me, and you can tell me anything. So what’s going on big guy.”

He couldn’t bring himself to look at you and sobbed when he heard the pet name. “I’m so s-sorry y/n. I-l-l feel like I’ve let you down. You’re always there for me when I need you and you’re always just a call away. But l-l can’t even be home with you. I’m not there to hold you when you sleep, I’m not there to listen to your problems, I’m not even here to listen to you talk about your day. I-I’m here so little to the point you don’t even recognise me anymore. How is that ok?” As he talked, his voice got louder until he was borderline shouting.

You flinched at the sudden outburst. He looked up at you, tears rolling down his face, red linings his eyes. He whispered, “how is that ok?” You gave a sad smile and gripped his hand tightly. “Chan, remember when I said I’d be there for you, no matter how you are, where you are, or who you’ve become?” He gave a weak nod. You continued, “As long as you’re mine and I’m yours. Nothing is going to change that. And I’m never letting you go, ever. I knew what I was getting into when I decided to date you, I knew how hectic your schedules can get, and I knew how busy you are. But every single time I come back to you. Because I love you, I love you so much it hurts. I love you so much to the point where I can’t even imagine what life would be without you. I love you so much that words nor actions can express what I feel for you. And I love you so much that seeing you happy and doing what you love and do best makes me happy too, even if I’m cheering from far away. Every couple has their own ups and downs, we just have to make it through together.”

You take his face into your hands as you look him deep in the eyes. To try and convey your love and reassurance. “Chan, I say it’s ok because I’ll never understand the stress and burden you have, or how you are constantly being pressured under piles and piles of deadlines, expectations and work. I say it’s ok because you are doing what you love. I say it’s ok because I know no matter what you’d drop everything and anything in a heartbeat if I ever needed you, and that is enough for me. I can’t be the one who becomes an obstacle in between you and your love, your passion. The fact that you still take the time out of your day to text me and check in on me is more than enough. And don’t you dare tell me I’m settling for too little, I knew what I got myself into when I fell for you, when I chose to date you. You being you is enough. Yes, I haven’t seen you in god knows how long to the point I ALMOST couldn’t recognise you. But I know you’re doing what you can, and that is why this is ok. Yes, I’m sad that I don’t remember when the last time we had a date was, when was the last time I slept in your arms. But right now, having you here with me. This is more than enough, and that’s all I ask for right now. Is to spend the little time you have together.” You pour your heart out and lay it bare in front of the man who means everything to you. You slowly wipe his tears off his face while he just stares at you. You can see in his eyes the love and affection he has for you. “Fuck y/n, what did I even do to deserve you. I’m never home, I’m never here with you. And yet you are still here with me. Why don’t you just-“ “Shh, don’t talk about nonsense. I told you, I’m never ever leaving you. Ever. And that’s final.” You stand up, bring him along with you. “But Chan, I need you to promise me something. Just one tiny thing.” He sniffs and nods. “I know your schedule is hectic, but I just want you to try. To try to be home more often, at least once a week. And to take care of yourself, stop staying up so late and skipping meals. It’s not healthy.” You say with a smile on your face as you slide your arms around his neck. “Can you do that?” He takes a breath and pulls you impossibly closer to him. “I swear on everything I’ll try, I’ll try to be better for you. I’ll come home more often and earlier. I’ll take you out on dates and do things you love with you too. To make up for lost times, yeah? I’m sorry y/n, I didn’t even realise how I’ve been neglecting you. I was too caught up on improving and getting more opportunities for the kids I completely neglected the one person I love and care for the most. I really am sorry.” He looks down at you with so much love and determination in his eyes that makes everything around you start to blur, as if everything disappeared on earth except the two of you.

But suddenly you remembered something snapping you two out of your tiny bubble. “Oh shit! I left your noodles! Fuck they’re probably all soggy now. I’ll go make a new one for you, I’ll just eat it.” As you turned to run into the kitchen. You hear chan’s lighthearted and whiny laugh. “It’s fine! You’re too good for me l swear. I’ll just eat it, it shouldn’t be that bad. I can’t have you eat that while I enjoy something else.” As he runs into the kitchen to stop you from cooking something else again. “Fuck, I love you so much. How did I even get you.” Chan whispers, and starts laughing at you trying to protest on making him a new one. “Let go of m-! Christopher stop tickling m- CHRISTOPHER!” “You look so cute when you laugh. Hey! Comeback! Im not done with you!”

As laughter fills the once quiet and empty apartment. Everything seems to be falling into place again. The love and warmth slowly creeps back into place around this little apartment. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this night was just the start of a new chapter that the both of you will be exploring together. And a step closer to something great that is to come.

-End-

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“𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘” #𝟙

𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝙵𝚒𝚌

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚝

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟'𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜 🩷

Main Story

Warning: angst, kissing, swearing, praise, pet names, make up sex, wet and mess, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (male + female receiving, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, owner ship kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, cum tasting, sucking fingers, fingering, overstim., unprotected p in v, squirting, teasing, and degradation, possessive sex

Reader's POV:

Your heart aches; part of you wishes things had turned out differently. But this is where you were meant to be. Rafe looks toward the door, expecting more of a fight, thankful nonetheless that Cam stepped back to let the two of you come together again.

You turn to face Rafe, standing a few steps away, his eyes searching for yours, waiting for you to say something. You walk towards him, and without saying anything, you bury yourself in his arms, letting yourself cry–really cry—for the first time in a while. A weight had been lifted; that piece missing when Rafe was out of your life was put back in place.

“I missed you so much,” you whisper, feeling him pull you in a little closer.

“I missed you too, princess,” he replies, his voice thick and raw with emotion. “I’ll never let you go again. I promise. I won’t play with our relationship like that. Okay? You’re too important to me.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your confirmation getting caught on Rafe’s lips as he kisses you deeply, pulling apart to whisper a soft ‘I’m sorry’ and a gentle ‘I love you’ against your lips.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” Rafe mumbles with that needy rasp that makes you melt.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you gasp through a hushed breath as he deepens your kiss, pushing you back into the window, hips grinding forward, letting you feel his stiff bulge against your body, making you throb. You reach out and grab his suit jacket, tearing it off his broad shoulders as your tongue slides against his.

Rafe plants wet kisses on your neck as he reaches his hand behind your back, pulling you into him, drawing the zipper of your dress down, letting it fall to the floor. “Look at you, sweetheart. Holy shit,” he huffs as he looks at the space between you, your sheer bra and panties hugging your curves, sky-high heels on your feet, the sight of you making his hard cock press against the zipper.

He finds your lips again, swallowing your moans as his hips continue to roll into you, your back pressed against the chilled glass as you pop open the buttons of his crisp black button-down one by one. You whimper against his lips as he pushes his knee between your thighs, letting you grind your greedy cunt on his legs to the tempo of your kiss.

You gasp as he lifts you off your feet, hands gripping your plush ass as your arms swathe around his neck, legs wrapping around his trim waist.

Rafe tosses you down on the bed, making your tits bounce, the man looking down at you with a mixture of lust and adoration, unable to take his eyes off you as he strips himself of his pants, mounting you fast.

The corners of his panting lips curl into a smile as he sees the little glittery R pendant around your neck–the one you haven’t taken off even after everything happened. Rafe buries himself in your arms, crushing you under his weight, the warmth of his breathing fanning along your neck. He presses kisses up your soft skin, savoring every inch.

“I love you so much, princess…”

“I love you too, Rafe,” you whisper as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

“I missed you so bad… You know how much I think about you? How much I thought about this? I couldn’t get you out of my head. I didn’t want to, princess.”

He lifts his hand, palming your breast over your bra as his clothed cock ruts into your pussy, the damp fabric clinging to your slick folds. Rafe cups your jaw in his hand as he continues to tease you. He shifts his palm, letting his fingers curl, slipping between your lips. You suck down around his big digits, your head feeling like it could float away.

You gasp again as he rolls on the bed suddenly, pulling you on top of him. Your hands rest on his tanned chest, nails sinking in slightly as he looks up at you, his beautiful blue eyes half-lidded, plump bottom lip tucked between his teeth. His rough hands find your hips, guiding you to move your hips on top of him. You toss your head back, hands running down his chest.

Reaching your hands behind your back, you unclasp your bra and toss it away. Rafe’s desperate hands reach up, clutching both, squeezing and teasing your nipples with his thumbs. You could barely handle it anymore. As much Rafe has said, he dreamed about this, and so did you.

Rafe hooks his hand around your neck, pulling you to his lips. Your mouth brushes against his, nipples skimming his hot skin, making you whimper into his open mouth. He smiles against your lips, craving those sounds. “M’so hard for you, princess,” he mumbles as your hand moves down his body, slipping under the band of his boxers.

“I know… You gotta stop teasing me, baby,” you pout breathily against his lips.

He chuckles deeply, making chills fall down your spine. Rafe takes his cue, tugging his boxers the rest of the way off.

“You should feel how wet I am for you.” You set yourself down on top of him slowly, making him toss his head back into the pillow as he feels the wet material against his hard dick.

“Missed that filthy mouth, baby,” he whispers between kisses.

“Yeah?” You ask against his lips before sucking off his tongue nice and slow.

“Missed what this mouth can do too…”

“Mmm… Mhmm,” you hum as you start to crawl back, but he grabs for you and looks down at you like you’re crazy.

“You first, princess,” he hums as he cups your cheeks, pulling you back and pushing his lips to yours. You whimper as his tongue dips in your mouth, fingers digging into your waist before he flips you back over again.

His hands rake down your bare body, licking his lips as his gaze falls between your thighs. The mesh material is soaked, almost opaque with your slickness. He palms your cunt, making your back arch completely off the mattress. “Fuck, I was never gonna get over you,” he mutters under his breath as his thumb brushes over your clit. Rafe leans down, kissing your pretty panties over the fabric, making you breathe out his name.

“Please,” you whimper as you run your fingers through his hair, making him look up at you from between your thighs.

“What was that, pretty?” He whispers as he kisses your inner thigh–just wanting to hear it again.

“Rafe, please,” you indulge him, making his eyes roll back at your plea, his fingers hooking around your barely there panties, tugging the material down your thighs. Rafe's big arms loop around your legs, biceps curling, pulling you as close as he can get you as he buries himself between your thighs.

“Mpfhh–Fuck,” he moans into your heat, missing the taste of you, lapping at your cunt in a daze.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you squeal, your hands yanking at his hair. “Yes!” You cry as his finger plunges into your soaked hole before he adds another, curling inside you.

He pumps his fingers into you fast, your pussy like water, the wet sounds of you filling the room, making Rafe’s cock pulse. He crawls toward you, turning his face, lips, and teeth, brushing along your ear. “Gonna make up for lost time… Fuck, baby. M’gonna fuck you so hard everyone in this hotel knows your mine,” he whispers as he adds a third finger.

“Sh-Shit,” you stammer as he finds the perfect spot.

“Yeah… That’s it? You like that shit, huh?” He asks, emphasizing each word with a push of his hand, his big palm clapping against your clit.

Rafe pulls away from you, shoving his face between your legs, twisting and scissoring his fingers as he locks down on your puffy bud. You rock your soaked pussy onto his face, his mouth pushing you over the edge. Your thighs press against his big shoulders, hands tugging at his strands, toes curling in your heels. “Rafe!” You scream out his name, and instead of keeping his pace, he works quicker, making your body lose all control, pussy gushing as his long fingers plows into you.

“Fuck… That might just be the prettiest sound, princess,” Rafe murmurs as your body comes down, his big hands pressing your thighs in the mattress, spreading you wide, as your chest heaves, you trying your best to catch your breath. “I love you so fuckin’ much, princess,” he whispers as he wraps his fist around his thick dick, slapping his weeping tip against your clit, making your muscles jump.

“I love you too, Daddy,” you breathe. His head rolls back to the ceiling, his swollen cock tracing through you slit, bullying your glossy hole.

“Love when you call me daddy…” He breathes, eyeing the way his pink tip shines with your release. “I can’t wait. I can’t fuckin’ wait-” Rafe pushes himself in, burying himself to the hilt, making you both moan.

Your eyes pinch shut as he shoves himself as deep as he can go, your pussy swallowing him whole. Rafe’s fingers lace into yours, holding them above your head before he draws his hips back, shoving himself back in, knocking the air out of your chest.

"Shit,” he mumbles as he lowers himself into your neck, burying himself there, completely bottomed out, as he lets your body adjust to him again. Rafe nuzzles into you, his breathing coming out a little choppy, warm wetness falling on your neck as he feels you around him again. “I missed you, sweetheart," he whispers, his voice barely audible as the few tears that broke loose roll off your neck onto the pillow.

“I missed you too, baby.”

“I’m gonna be everything you need… You won’t need anyone else but me.”

“I don't want anyone else but you, Rafe.”

He rocks into you slowly, rolling his hips at the perfect pace. His lips find yours, kissing you hungrily—fucking you with the passion of a man who’s dreamed about this night after night.

He cages you in, arm muscles flexing as he grinds his body into you, letting his pelvis push against your throbbing clit with every movement, his cock driving deep enough for you to see stars. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him tightly as he starts to throw his hips into you, pounding into your wet cunt again and again.

“Harder,” you whimper. Rafe’s lips hover over the top of yours as he pounds you into the mattress, hips slamming against yours.

“Like that?” He asks through a smile as he feels your body tighten around him, thighs trembling uncontrollably.

“Just–Fuck, Rafe. Just like that,” you cry as he fucks into you mercilessly. Rafe’s rough thrusts send you higher on the bed, leaving him pressing his palm against the headboard.

“Cum for me, princess,” he mumbles, his voice wrecked and worn. You scream his name as he thrusts into you hard and fast. Rafe’s forehead presses against yours, hips pistoning into your soaked core until your body melts into the mattress, tits bouncing with each thrust. “That’s my girl… Mmm. That’s my baby,” he mumbles.

“Shit, Rafe-” You pant, drawing a full breath. “I missed you. Oh my god,” you whimper as you feel his thick length throb inside you. “You didn’t cum yet?” You ask through a smile, not wanting to stop.

“Think that woulda stopped me?” He asks smugly as he lowers himself to your lips.

“Let me suck you off… I want you in my mouth-”

“So perfect, baby,” he hums as he rolls you on top, his cock still stuffed deep. He cups your cheeks in his hands. “I’m cumming inside you though. Fuck, m’filling up this perfect pussy all night.”

“I’m all yours, baby,” you whisper, feeling him smile against your mouth.

“All fuckin’ mine.”

Rafe hisses out a breath as you lift yourself off his cock, crawling between his big thighs, nails scratching down his skin. Goosebumps flare across his body, cock messy and twitching at your touch as you draw your fingers around him. He releases a deep, throaty moan as you trace the vein in his cock with the tip of your tongue.

You swirl your tongue around his tip, swiping it across his slit, tasting the two of you together, making him throw his head deeper into the pillow. You give him a few more kitten licks, teasing him like he was teasing you, but only for a moment. Your mouth is salivating, moaning around him as your lips circle his head.

“Goddamn,” he moans as he returns his focus to you, fighting to keep his eyes open. Watching your wet lips glide up and down his thickness. He brushes your hair to the side, eyeing you closely, his other hand gripping the sheets tightly. "This fuckin’ mouth is mine, princess. All mine,” he babbles as you bob up and down, choking on his length, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

He doesn’t want to stop… His thigh muscles tremble under your grasp. You moan around his length, making him stop you, gritting his teeth as his eyes slam shut. “Baby–Holy shit… C’mon,” he chides through a breathy laugh. “Feels too fuckin’ good.”

The blood in his cock pumps against your tongue; Rafe’s brows pinch together like he doesn’t even know if he can pull you off without filling up your mouth.

You drag off his cock, and before you can think, he grabs your waist, flipping you on your hands and knees. Rafe gives himself a moment, bending you over on the bed, rough hands traveling up the back of your thighs. He palms your ass and kneads your fleshy hips, lifting his hand back to spank you, making you bury your face in the sheets.

“Baby doll,” he whispers as he reaches down, hooking his hand around your throat, pulling you up so your elbows rest on the mattress. “Look at me, alright? Want your eyes on me.” You look back at him with that fucked-out gaze he loves. “Atta girl,” he hums.

Rafe nudges your clit with his tip, drawing through your soaked folds before pushing himself back in. He bottoms you out, just like before, making you claw at the bed. His piercing blue eyes roam your body, hands circling your curves, studying you carefully. Rafe looks back at your feet, chuckling to himself, seeing your heels still on. “Fuckin’ these off you later, princess,” as smiles as he grabs your heels by the spike, already thinking about fucking you again.

He grabs your ass in his hands, blunt nails driving into your skin. Your pussy tightens around him, making him groan. He picks up the pace just like before, fucking into you fast, watching your ass bounce off his toned hips; slick cunt wrapping around him just right.

Rafe’s skin slaps against yours, the sounds of your wetness filling the room. You bring your fingers to your clit, rubbing fast, so overstimulated; knowing it was gonna take just a little more to get you there.

You feel his cock swell inside you, the grip on your body growing tighter and tighter until his hips stutter to a stop. Rafe fills you with his warmth, head hanging between his shoulders as his abs tighten. The sensation of his cum filling you pushes you over the top as you flutter around his cock again.

“Mmm…” He hums, moaning out your name as he thrusts a few more times, pushing his load deeper. Rafe leans down, wrapping his strong arms around your body, towing you back to his chest, breathing deeply with you. He doesn’t pull out. Not wanting to lose you or this feeling until he absolutely has to, binding his big body in yours as you both collapse on the mattress together.

The night stretched on, Rafe, never letting you go. All the tension you held in your body seemed to ease in his arms. Rafe's strong hands run circles along your bare skin, holding you like he’d wanted to for weeks.

Apologies were said, but even so, the pain of the past few weeks lingered on, the sincerity in his beautiful eyes making you believe that you could get back to where you were before.

“Baby,” he begins, his voice wavering, “Can you forgive me? Please.”

“Rafe…” Of course forgive you,” you whisper as you snuggle closer.

“Am I yours? I wanna be yours, baby,” he mumbles as the vulnerability continues to pour out of him. “I’m really nothin’ without you. You are the best part of me,” he whispers as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing kisses on the top.

“Rafe Cameron, you have always been mine,” you whisper.

Without another word, Rafe tugs his ring off his finger, gliding it back onto yours and setting it back as if it has always belonged there–and it has. Rafe’s expression softens as he lives in your sweet words, knowing that you still wanted to be with him even after everything that had happened.

“I don't share—I’ll never make that mistake again.”

“I don't need anyone else but you,” you whisper, meaning every word.

He tips his forehead, sharing his breath with you. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Alternate ending | Rafe x Cam x Reader Link

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

2AM Happy Birthday | Suga

🖤 Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader 🖤 Requested by: No one. This is a pure indulgent fic to celebrate my birthday (26th Dec) 🖤 Synopsis: Yoongi finds out its Y/N's birthday and refuses to let her spend it alone, even at 2AM. 🖤 Word Count: 832 🖤 Warnings: mentions that reader isn't from South Korea. This is three days late. I'm sorry I got busy. 🖤 Taglist: Open. Taglist Sign-Up Here

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Y/N was lost in her laptop, completely unaware of how late it is, until a knock at the door jolts her back to reality and away from the glow of the screen. Glancing at the clock on her living room wall, she realized it was nearly 2 AM, leaving her puzzled about who could be visiting at this hour. Rising from her seat, she stretches her arms overhead, feeling the stiffness in her muscles from hours of sitting. She walks over to the door, unlocks it, the click echoing in the quietness, and swings it open to reveal Yoongi, her neighbour and friend, waiting outside.  

“I had a feeling you would still be awake,” he grins, his expression a mix of mischief and warmth.  

The sight of him, with his tousled hair and casual attire, brings a smile to Y/N's face despite the late hour. She rolls her eyes playfully, feigning annoyance, but the corners of her mouth betray her as she welcomes him inside her apartment. “Seriously, Yoongi? At this hour?” she teases, closing the door.  

He shrugs, his nonchalant demeanour only adding to her amusement. “I could say the same about you, Night Owl,” he shoots back, kicking his shoes off abd follows her into the living room, glancing at the scattered papers and empty mug on the coffee table, her laptop sitting open on the couch. “Looks like you’ve been busy. Are you really working on Christmas? Or should I say your birthday since it’s 2 AM?” 

Her cheeks heat up. “I didn’t plan on it, but I had nothing else to do,” she admitted. She hadn't been able to fly home for Christmas and her birthday which just so happened to be the day after. She'd spent a few hours with some friends who hadn't been able to go home either, earlier in the day. For her birthday, she'd planned to spend it alone.  “Honestly, I was just about to finish up and go to bed.”  

“Liar,” he teased, plopping down on the couch, fully aware of her habits. "You work as much as I do."  

"What are you doing here, Yoongi?" she asked, picking up her laptop and closing it.  

"I was making sure you weren't working," he tells her. "And I'm not going to let you spend your birthday alone." He stands back up from the couch 

Y/N watches as he pulls out a small box from his pocket, the corners wrapped in festive paper adorned with snowflakes. “What’s this?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.  

“Just a little something for your birthday,” he says, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice. “I know it’s not much, but I thought you might like it.”  

Her heart skips a beat as she takes the box from him, feeling the weight of it in her hands. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Yoongi,” she tells him, her voice barely above a whisper.  

“Just open it,” he urges, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.  

She tears off the wrapping, unveiling a box. As she lifts the lid, she discovers a necklace featuring a pendant. Engraved on it is a map of her hometown. She fights back tears, recalling their conversation from a month ago about her homesickness and inability to return home. “Thank you, Yoongi. This means the world to me,” she responds, her voice filled with emotion. 

He smiles, a soft smile that reaches his eyes, and for a moment, the world outside fades away as he pulls her into his arms. “I wanted you to have a piece of home with you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “I know how much you miss home, and I thought this might help.”  

“Thank you, really,” she says again, her voice thick with emotion. “This is the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for.”  

He shrugs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you felt special today. You deserve it.”  

“You always know how to make me feel special,” she replies, pulling back enough to look up at him and can’t help but smile, her heart swelling with affection for the man standing before her.  

The air between them thickens with unspoken feelings. She can feel the warmth radiating from him, the way his eyes search hers, as if he’s trying to read her thoughts.  

“Yoongi,” she breathes, her heart pounding in her chest 

"Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice low as his eyes look between her eyes and lips.  

She nods, unable to form words. In that moment, he leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tentative kiss. It’s soft and sweet, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have been building between them.  

The kiss ends when Yoongi pulls away, a soft smile on his lips. "Happy birthday," he tells her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Happy it is indeed," she says returning his smile.

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[rensukepie]

꫶ུ⃛ᰭ “…is we fuckin’ or what?”

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚— r. s

mdni!!!

ryusei just won’t let you study! that is, until he fucks you dumb.

contains : shidou’s a little FREAKKK, fem reader, size kink (kinda), perv shidou, nerdy reader :3, established relationship, dumbification, tongue kissing, p in v, he reallyyyy likes your boobs, nipple play, squirting, cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (angel, pretty, etc…), shidou’s kinda mean :;;((!, aftercare ofc!

nsfw under the cut

you need to pass this class.

you firmly believe your stupid lecturer is on your ass! always targeting you and you only is actually his profession you think to yourself, but that’s not the point right now.

the point is that you need to study for the upcoming test, otherwise your lecturer is gonna be yapping to you and targeting you once more.

you check your notes and look over at the concepts you had learned, until you hear his keys jingling and the door opening to your shared apartment with shidou.

you continue to check your notes and he comes inside of the room, giving you a quick kiss and holding you from behind the chair you were sitting on.

“what’cha doing angel?” he asks with genuine curiosity, planting a kiss on your neck.

“studying for my test, why?”

“yer such a fucking nerd… that seems so boring!” he says, getting a little more touchy with you with his big hands roaming your body.

“i like this little tank top you’ve got here… your tits look s’pretty… so soft…” he admits, his warm tongue circling your nipples.

“r-ryu…!! not right now… i wanna pass this test.. we can after…” you whimper, a wet spot forming in the middle of your panties due to him touching you in your most sensitive places and his words just got you so wet! yeah, you wanted to pass the test, but you’ve been so needy for him all week! your hands between your thighs wishing it was your boyfriends fingers instead of your own.

“c’mon pretty… jus’ wanna have some fun with you… missed you by the way….” he says before kissing your soft lips with need.

“mmf… r-ryusei… wan’ you sooo bad… missed you too…so much…” you whine, pulling him to the bed.

oh he swears that your whimpers alone can make him cum.

…

“r-ryu!! stop teasing me—mmm…!!” you pout, yearning for more of him.

he’s got his fingers on your clothed cunt while his tongue is licking and sucking your nipples, his big, burly fingers circling your clit very slowly.

“you needy girl… so greedy f’more, hm?” he teases once more before moving down to kiss you all over, his hands on your hips.

he reaches down to your slit and teases you about how needy you are before giving a kiss to the wet spot and taking your panties off, practically drooling at the sight of it.

“so wet… and it’s all f’me, right angel?” he coos at you before inserting his middle and ring finger inside of your gummy walls and licking your at clit.

“m—mhm…! all for you ryu….haah—“ that familiar sensation in your stomach is building up and your whimpers are getting louder and your cunt is getting more soaked.

everything he does makes your brain feel so fuzzy in the moment. all you can whine and babble about is his name! he’s really got you dumb on his fingers and tongue!

“yer gonna cum soon aren’t you? can feel yer cunt squeezing my fingers, pretty…” he coos into your pussy, like you could understand any of his words right now. “it’s a shame you can’t understand me right now though… yer body’s so sensitive…”

“r—ryu!! m’gonna cum… cumm—mmf..!!” you moan as your orgasm washes over you, your fluids everywhere on his arm and fingers.

“aww…. you needy girl…” he laughs before going up to kiss you all over your boobs again.

…

his cock makes you really, really dumb! rubbing it back and forth on your slit now coated with his pre before actually putting it in makes your brain all fuzzy.

“going dumb on my cock now, hm? haven’t even put it in yet, silly girl….”

“ryu…. you’re so mean….haah—…” you pout, but not for long before he puts his whole cock inside of you.

“mm!! ryusei—! s—so big… mmf… s’gonna break me…” you babble, digging and scratching your nails into his muscular back.

he thinks it’s so cute when you get like this! you’re just so pretty whining about how big his cock is.

“ryuuu….! m’gonna cum again! pleaseeee…”

how can he deny such a request from a pretty girl like you?

“mmff… im gonna cum too, baby… cum f’me..”

….

“you okay, angel? did i go too rough?” he says, grabbing you a water bottle.

“no… i liked it actually..” you admit, blush on your face.

“y’know.. you still got yer test you gotta study for..”

“ryu!”

[pombeom]

dear diary,

went to my best friends house and ended up with him fucking me so hard his dad yelled at us the next day. (its not my fault kais too big for me to stay quiet ;-;)

not my fault | kai fic (nsfw)

pairings: bsf! kai x reader, dom! kai x sub! reader warnings: slight exhibitionism?? (parents are in the house), blowjob, hard rough sex, name calling (he calls her a bitch once), nicknames, big dick kai, unprotected sex (wrap it up pls), creampie, loud moaning, angsty ending a/n: i’m so so sorry to the anon who requested this literal months ago! but better late than never right?? this was meant for my 100 bash but that never actually happened because i only received 2 requests :( but i loved this idea so much i still wanted to write it and only managed to do it now.

Dear Diary, 

I said my final goodbye to my best friend today. We let ourselves get carried away in the heat of the moment and now we’re both paying the consequences. 

Kai, my best friend of 5 years, has been with me through thick and thin. From the day we met as flatmates at university, we’ve spent almost every waking hour together. I’m always at him place or he’s always at mine. On this particular occasion, I went over to Kai’s family home for our weekly movie-dinner night. Being the film fanatics we are, each week was one to look forward to. Usually, we’d be at Kai’s apartment but he’s visiting his family for the week and so instead of skipping movie night, he suggested I meet him at his parents’ place instead. Whilst I had met his parents before, we were never particularly close and so you can imagine how nervous I was to be meeting him there. 

I threw on a pair of pyjama shorts and and a T-shirt before heading over to Kai’s. Considering how I usually ended up sleeping over, I’d stopped bothering packing extra pyjamas and always went wearing my night clothes, to which Kai always accommodated to by also wearing his. 

I shake off any nerves and walk up to the front door of his house. It was much larger than I expected but the building was painted a modest cream with the door being a rich navy blue contrasting the lightness off the walls.  I could tell his parents valued interior decor. I knock on the door, awaiting someone to open the door. That someone ended up being his dad who welcomed me in with a gentle smile which I felt had stern undertones. I shook of that feeling upon seeing Kai peer out from the top of the stairs. 

He instantly gave me him usual hug and dragged me upstairs to his room, out of his dad’s disconcerting sight. His childhood bedroom, in contrast to the rest of his house, was exactly like how I’d imagined it to be. With a mixture of greyish blues, white and pops of orange, the style of the room matched his personality. I’m guessing he hasn’t really changed much since he was a kid, which I find really fascinating. 

I take my time to observe each and every detail of his room, scanning my eyes past his bookshelf filled with music books and manga. His drum set took up a significant sector of the space whilst his double bed is pushed against the wall in the corner.

After spending some time catching up, we get to the task at hand and head down to his living room to pick out a movie. I only had to beg for about 5 minutes before Kai gave in and let me pick “The Notebook” as our film for the week. It was either that or his choice “No one gets out” which I definitely wasn’t feeling up to. 

The next bit, I’m going to try and describe as best as I can but the moment was so fuzzy I might end up missing bits out. 

I’ve been infatuated by Kai for about a year now and my skittish feelings for him only grow with the more time we spend together. The way his presence just fills the room was all consuming. I loved having him around and I especially loved his witty comments during our movie nights. Most importantly, would always be moments when I’d catch him staring at me instead of the TV or our fingers and knees would occasionally brush causing little fizzles of electricity. But tonight something was different about him. He seemed to be a little bit more held back than he usually was. I’d assumed that being in his family home meant he was a little more reserved with his actions towards me. 

The movie progressed and I was intently watching Ally and Noah’s relationship grow. Toxic but desperate. Deep yet somehow shallow. Then came the awaited sex scene. Well not awaited exactly but you know what I mean… 

That scene got us both fidgeting. We tended to avoid any movies with such explicit content but this almost seemed to come out of nowhere and having not watched it before, we did not know what to expect. Kai grew even quieter, his words seeming to get stuck. The awkwardness stiffened the air so in order to resolve it, I decided to speak up. 

“So…how are you liking the movie so far?” I questioned, turning my head to face him completely. 

“Yeah, it’s good so far…Just wasn’t expecting to be watching a sex scene with you…” 

He was almost too honest because I’m pretty sure I turned red immediately. 

“Me neither.” I respond quickly, trying not to show my embarrassment. 

“I guess this sort of thing should be normal between friend though, right?” 

“Yeah I guess. Why would it not be?” 

At this point, we’d both drowned out the sound from the TV and we were almost lost in each other’s gaze. 

“Well if you want it to be normal, we can make it happen.” 

“Huh? What!” He reacted to my exclamation with a raised eyebrow, showing confusion at my extreme surprise. 

“What? Did I say something wrong?” 

“No, I just misunderstood what you meant… It was my fault.” 

“Misunderstand? What did you think K meant?” 

“It doesn’t matter. Leave it.” I try brushing it off but he was very obviously curious and once Kai was curious, there was no stopping him. 

“No, tell me. I want to know.” He kept pushing for an answer as he inched closer to me. 

“I just thought you said something about sex becoming normal between us…but then I realised the context and realised you meant us watching sex scenes in movies,” I whispered not wanting to be heard. But from his smirk, I knew he did. 

“I see. Well, do you want sex to be normal between us?” 

“What? Did I hear you right?”

“You heard me.” His suddenly emerged sense of confidence threw me off a little but Kai has such a dynamic personality, you never really know what to expect with him. 

“Umm…” 

“You’re hesitating? So does that means you’re considering it?”

“No! I was just thinking about how to answer your question.”

“It’s a simple question. Do you want sex to be normal between us? Yes. Or, no?” 

Mentally, I had thoughts racing through my head. I thought back on all the times of our lingering accidental touches or his gaze that falls upon me when he thinks I don’t notice. I wanted him then and I want him now. Definitely in a more than friends way. 

“Is it wrong that I want to say yes…” I barely finished the sentence before he cages me in between his arms and the couch, his breath now hitting my face. 

“So you wanna fuck me?” 

“Kai… I-“ 

His lips came crashing down onto mine as his hand pulls my face closer to his, deepening the kiss. It was filled with lust from the start. Not a pure innocent intention in sight. He devoured me and I let him. His tongue slid in and out as his other hand appears in my waist, squeezing it with his huge hands. 

When he pulls away, his sultry eyes settle on mine. I had never seen this side of him before. It was so new, but I liked it. 

“Let’s go upstairs or my parents will catch us. There’s still so much more I want to do with you.” 

His hand grabbed my wrist as he pulls me up to his room, pushing me against the door, as he closes it behind us. 

He interlocked his lips with mine once again, pressing me against the door whilst lifting my leg around his waist. The mere inches between us closed as I felt his body against me, his lower region in particular. 

I slid my hands up his white shirt, feeling his skin and muscles. Soon enough, I pull his shirt over his head as he follows and does the same with me. 

He pulled me over to his bed, pushing me down at the end of his bed whilst he towered over me ensuring I made eye contact his clothed crotch. I untied his plaid pyjama bottoms, pulling them down with his boxers  in one move, as his hard dick sprung onto his bare stomach. I’m certain I started drooling at the sight. He was long and extremely thick, the veins on his dick leading up to his swollen pink tip. 

“Wanna suck me off?” 

My head nodded automatically, all sense of shyness thrown out the window. I needed to taste him and that was all that mattered. 

I began by licking the slit on his tip, tasting his oozing pre-cum. 

“Fuck, stop reading and suck me off you bitch.” It was a name he only ever called me jokingly when we mess around but hearing him say it now had the slick dripping from in between my legs. 

Holding the base of his cock, I take his length in my mouth. He was too big to fit, hence my hands stroking him up and down to stimulate him more. 

“Mhm yes. That’s a good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

His hands wrapped around my hair, fisting it into a ponytale, using it to guide my mouth faster along his girthy dick. 

“Fuck yes! I’m gonna cum if you keep going like that.” 

I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and I prepare to take his load on my tongue, but instead he pulled out, depriving himself of his release. 

“I wanna feel inside you. Now pull your tiny ass shorts down and spread your legs open.”

I obeyed his words exactly, stripping myself of my shorts and opening my legs for him. My panties were absolutely soaked and the slick had ended up dripping down my leg. Before I could even finish processing this, I heard a sharp rip as a bolt of cold air hits my needy clit. He held up my ripped panties, dangling them in front of me as if it were his prize. 

He soon started moving his dick along my folds, collecting the wetness before slamming into me, hitting my g-spot immediately. I had to physically stop myself from letting out a moan by covering my mouth with my own hand. 

“Look at you. Scared you’re gonna wake up my parents with your slutty little moans?” 

“Kai please. Keep going.”

“Someone’s not as scared as she makes out to be then.” He teased, but he listened. 

Pounding into me as if he were some dog in a rut, each push had my eyes rolling into the back of my head. 

Somewhere down the line, I gave up on my attempts at silencing my moans, screaming as he thrusted sharply into my throbbing core. It’s not my fault he was too big for me.

“Your pussy is so tight. You’re taking me so well.” 

“Kai- fuck! You’re so big!” 

It must have boosted his ego because he began pounding into me as my moan escaped freely, my nails clawing at his back for some sense of relief from the overwhelming pleasure. My back arched moving me closer to his body and gave his better access for hitting even deeper. 

“Kai, I’m gonna cum! Please- keep going.” 

“Cum with me angel. 3, 2, 1, cum.”

I let go of my release, as  my orgasm rippled through my body as I shook vigorously. Our mixed cum leaked out from my pussy onto his sheets, making an even bigger mess. 

“Fuck. Kai. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t think I can give myself to anyone else but you,” my words came out amidst the huffing and puffing. 

“I’m guessing the sex is gonna become normal between us then. Just like you wanted it to.” 

“Pretty sure you wanted it to. Or else this wouldn’t have happened.” I said pointing to the mess in between my legs. 

Without any notice, he stuck his fingers between my pussy lips, gathering up our cum, bringing it up to my lips and he shoves them into my mouth. The sweet taste had me moaning against his fingers. I wanted him to have a taste too so I use my own fingers to get some cum, presenting it in front of him. He hand held mine, and he brought it closer to his mouth before taking my fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. 

He then cleaned up and changed the sheets. I felt a little guilty that I wasn’t much help but my legs were so shaky that I could barely suffice to stand properly. Once his bed was clean, we both hopped in, cuddling each other to sleep. 

The screech of his bedroom door awakened the both of us, my fuzzy vision taking time to adjust to the brightness of the room. I could see clearly again but I wish I didn’t. His dad stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed as his face burnt with fury. Fuck. We were screwed. 

“How dare you! I am disgusted by the both of you! Do you really think fucking a girl in the same house as your parents was the wisest move Kai Kamal Huening?! That is fucking disrespectful and utterly disgusting behaviour from both of you! If I ever see you two hanging out again, I may have to take more extreme measures. I will not have my son fucking around with a girl especially when I am in the house! Do you understand?! Now leave!” His yelling echoed throughout the room, only enhancing the effects of his anger. 

His dad turns around, expecting my indecency as I get out of bed, wearing only Kai’s T-shirt. I abandoned my ripped panties and go commando by putting on my shorts and grabbing my own top. I looked back at Kai’s face once last time before grabbing my phone and basically sprinted out the house. I was embarrassed and felt as though I had been tormented by my worst nightmares. But, I knew Kai had it worst. I should have tried harder to stay quiet. I shouldn’t even started the conversation about the sex scene in the first place. And I definitely shouldn’t have encouraged him to make a move on me. I got in my car and raced home so I could go cry in the comfort of my own bed. 

Diary, whatever am I supposed to do now. I’d had the most incredible sex with Kai, but now it seems like all of it was pointless. Why did his dad have to hear us and call us out? Why did he choose to punish us like this? Have I really lost Kai because I chose to let my emotions control me? 

I’m so lost and confused. But at the same time, I keep replaying moments of last night. I can’t get over it. I can’t get over him. It was as if he was made for me and I, him. 

Maybe his dad will choose to forgive us. I’m going to hope. I won’t lose Kai forever. I’m going to find a way to make things right again. 

That’s all for now. I will write again if anything changes (for the better, hopefully).

-Xoxo, Y/n

[rmd-writes]

Home for the Holidays

firstprince | M | 9.3k

When Alex discovers that Henry's Christmas plans involve staying in their apartment alone, he does what any good roommate would do and drags Henry along to his family Christmas at the lake house. It's a win-win situation, since everything is better for Alex when Henry is around. Henry is his person. Completely fucking platonically, of course.

Alex is aghast. Mostly because what Henry is saying to him is unfathomable. And apparently he’s been spending so much fucking time with Henry that he thinks words like ‘aghast’ and ‘unfathomable’ now, what the fuck. “You’re what?”

Henry leans against the kitchen counter facing him, one long leg crossed over the other. “I’m not going home. I’m just going to stay here on my own for Christmas. I’ll read my favourite books and get a takeaway, maybe do a face mask,” Henry says, sounding a little too much like he’s explaining something to a toddler for Alex’s liking. Then, his mouth curves in a way that Alex knows means he’s about to tease him. “I think I’ll actually enjoy it. It might be a novel experience, having some peace and quiet around here with you gone.”

“Oh fuck off.” Alex shoves Henry’s chest. “As if you wouldn’t miss me.”

The tips of Henry’s ears go pink. “I, uh, well—”

“You should come home with me,” Alex suggests, hoisting himself up to sit on the counter beside Henry.

“Sorry?”

“Come to the lake house with me. For Christmas,” Alex adds, in case that isn’t obvious. He’s growing more excited by the idea with every passing second. “June and Nora will be there, I can take you to Franklin Barbecue and Dad and I will cook while Mom grills. And there’s so much food for Noche Buena, dinner never really stops, it’s just a never ending feast. Oh! And I’m gonna get us matching ugly Christmas sweaters because we’ve gotta beat the girls – don’t tell them I called them ‘the girls’ they’ll be mad and—”

Suddenly, Alex really fucking wants this. He wants Henry to come home with him for Christmas because Henry is his best friend and if he’s honest with himself, he’s going to miss Henry and his stupid floppy hair and the smell of his gross Earl Grey tea and the way he makes Alex’s coffee if they’re apart over the holidays. They’ve only been living together for six months, but in the year since they’ve become friends instead of enemies, Henry’s become a constant in Alex’s life.

“—So, will you?”

“I don’t want to impose,” Henry says slowly.

“You won’t be imposing! Dad always puts me in the room with bunks anyway so there’s definitely a spare bed.” Alex places his hands on Henry’s broad shoulders and turns him so that they’re facing each other. “Say yes.”

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This fic is part of the don we now (even more) gay fanfiction collection - a gift fic exchange between friends. Thank you to all of them for allowing me to boss them around again this year - I love you all very much 💖

Extra thanks to @welcometololaland for making time to beta this for me and to @howtosingit for his help with it too

[zee-has-commitment-issues]

96

Hello! 96 is a good one, I think. WYD Now? by Sadie Jean. She's a long one, I apologize.

When Simon was 18, he and Wilhelm broke up for university. Staying together didn’t make sense — they were going to opposite sides of the country, and Wilhelm was starting his military service. It wasn’t going to work anymore. It was mutual, and it hurt, but it was okay.

At 19, he began singing in his University’s choir. That’s how he’d gotten there in the first place, even if he wasn’t studying music anymore. He’d considered it briefly, but decided not to. It didn’t bring him the same joy it used to. Every time he tried to compose, the notes inevitably turned into songs about Wilhelm, to songs about them, to melodies wrapped in memories. He did his best not to think about how Wilhelm probably still thought he was majoring in music, about how they’d stopped keeping each other updated.

At 21, he thought he saw Wilhelm’s familiar face in the crowd at one of his performances. He had a slight moment of panic that was overshadowed by an immense sense of hope, and then the moment was gone. Wilhelm was a million miles away, living a life Simon knew nothing about, and if there was even a chance he was here, he’d be standing in the front row cheering Simon on the loudest. He always had, even when they weren’t together.

When Simon was done with that show, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something fundamentally missing about his life. And he couldn’t figure out why.

Sure, he’d had that schoolboy fantasy life and all the romcom moments that came with it, but it was simply that: a fantasy. He never expected any of it to be real. There were talks about future apartments and the colors of their wedding and what they would name their children, but none of it had ever been real. They were just the musings of two young people who hadn’t yet learned the weight of time and distance.

But Simon still wore that stupid t-shirt to bed, with that stubborn stain from that ridiculous party. That stupid t-shirt that still made Simon think of Wille every time he wore it, because it had been Wille’s to begin with.

So, after debating about it for months, at 22, Simon decided to call Wilhelm again. They were both done with university now, stepping into the next chapters of their lives, and he figured it was time. At 22, he met Wilhelm at a coffee shop to catch up, not knowing what he was getting into.

And then there was Wilhelm. He looked older, more confident, maybe, as though time had chiseled away at the boy Simon once knew. But then Wilhelm smiled, and Simon saw it — saw him. Because no matter how much time had passed or how much they’d changed, Wilhelm was still just Wille.

“So... what are you doing now?” Simon had asked him. He didn’t know what he was looking for, really. He already knew Wilhelm had stepped down from the line of succession, knew he’d pursued literature and had probably stuck with it. “Are... are you seeing anyone?”

Oh, god. Where had that question even come from? Why should he even care?

Wilhelm laughed, soft and warm, a sound so achingly familiar it took Simon’s breath away. It was exactly as he remembered — gentle, beautiful, perfect. “Simme,” Wilhelm said, his voice carrying the kind of certainty that left no room for doubt, “we both know there was never anyone else for me.”

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oops. that was a lot of words.

send me a number from my spotify wrapped and I'll write something

[coldhndss]

Wedding blues p.1

Reo Mikage

@sailorstar9 (haven’t seen you in ages! + I always end up kinda changing the plots of requests i receive somehow)

Throughout her life, she had always assumed that the feeling of reliance on someone else was akin to the longing that comes with love. She was comfortable around him; he  made her happy, smile, and laugh.

He also made her sad, tear up, and sob.

“I’ve been seeing an old friend…” His voice rang through the speaker, hitting her ears like nails on a chalkboard. At first, she thought he might not mean what she was thinking. When she questioned him, he floated around the reason awkwardly.

She pushed for an answer, becoming more agitated. That was when he reciprocated her anger, calling her an idiot for not understanding him.

“I don’t want the ring.”

“Lose my number.”

“Call everyone and cancel tomorrow. I wasn’t planning on showing up anyway.”

His voice begun to feel like loose sound, and at some point he hung up.

She glanced over at the beautiful dress in front of her mirror. It dazzled in the light of the early morning sun, sequins and pearls refracting beautiful colours all over her room. Gently grasping the satin sleeve, it slipped out of her hand like a piece of silk, carrying her gaze towards the trail behind it. Falling to her knees, a rush of tears ran down her cheeks as she squeezed the skirt in her hands, pressing her face into it. She was a complete emotional wreck, not knowing what to even feel. Someone who had been with her for so much time, just picking up and leaving.

Her phone sounded from the bed where she had left it. Drowning in the melody of her sobs, she fell asleep as it rang out.

She awoke on the floor with the hem of the dress skirt clenched in her hands. Glancing in the mirror, she caught a glimpse of her tear stained face and puffy eyes.

It wasn’t that she loved him. But over time it began to feel like he understood her emotions, and she grew attached to him as time went on, unable to leave his side.

Though throughout all this, there was one person who remained by her side.

Slumping back down on her bed with her phone, she noticed a missed call and a few messages.

‘Just got reservations for this really nice restaurant by the sea.’

‘I know you and him are probably busy, but do you guys wanna come with?’

She stared at her screen blankly, the words slowly turning into mush as her vision blurred once more. Out of everyone, he’d always reach out to her, being the one person who made sure she was okay. He did things that her ex never even considered. With a few swipes, she dialled his number.

“You called back! What’s up?”

“Hey Reo…” Her voice was still coarse from all the sobbing.

“You don’t sound too good.. What’s wrong?”

“He cut me off..”

“Huh? What do you mean ‘cut me off?’”

Her shaky voice broke, sobs sounding through the phone. “He said he’s been seeing his old crush..”

“What!? What about tomorrow!?”

“We already told everyone… What do I do?”

A few seconds passed, and a sigh sounded through to her end of the call. “Look I can’t leave you crying in your room alone. Are you free later today?”

“..Yeah” She sniffed.

“Be ready by six, alright? And wipe those tears.” The warmth in his voice told her he was smiling.

Slipping on a simple dress, she did as much as she could to hide her breakdown with makeup.

Shutting the door to her apartment, she received a message from Reo letting her know he was waiting outside. Opening the door to his car as she’d done many times before, he greeted her with a smile, asking her if she felt any better.

In any case, breathing the fresh air outside her room would help her feel way better than staring at the dress for the rest of the day.

Upon arrival, he opened the door of her passenger seat, walking together into the restaurant. After a worker guided them to their table by a large window with a scenic view of the water, they were handed the menu to place their order.

He noticed her faint smile and distant expression, doing what he could to make sure she could feel better. He attempted to crack jokes here and there, mentioning things that he knew usually got a laugh out of her. By the end of the dinner, she seemed to have loosened up a little.

As the two of them left the restaurant, they walked back to his car together. She was expecting to be driven home immediately, but Reo had something else in mind. The two of them sat inside, and he placed his keys in the cupholder instead of starting up the car.

“Are you feeling okay?” He turned to face her. She nodded in response.

“So… what’s the plan for tomorrow?” He asked in a soft voice, treading carefully. She looked down at her hands, fidgeting with the ring on her finger before removing it. “To be honest with you..” Her eyes peered at the engraving of their initials inside the band. “I don’t know..”

She wound down the window and with an arm outstretched as far as she could manage, hurled the ring into the sea. “I guess I never did love him. Maybe I just get attached too easily.”

Slumping back into the seat, she turned to look at him. It was then when she began to wonder how she had overlooked his actions in the first place. Someone like him who paid so much attention to her, who was always there to listen to her worries. What kept him beside her for so long?

At this distance, he could see how red her eyes were, although she seemed to have covered up the evidence using makeup, still looking beautiful to him as always. With a deep breath, he reached out and took her hand in his right. Lacing his fingers into hers. He cupped over her hand with his left, rubbing her palm with his thumb.

“Reo..?” Her eyes widened, glistening with emotion.

“I’m here for you.. you know that, right?” His tone was gentle and his gaze upon her was tender. A warmth she hadn’t ever felt until now. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise; he had always been there for her, knowing when she was about to burst from stress and having a solution. Something no one had ever done for her before.

“Every time…” her voice hitched, a lump forming in her throat. “It’s always been you… You were always there, waiting for me…”

Slipping his fingers under hers, he lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against her knuckles. “…and I don’t plan on leaving. Not today..” His voice softened as he looked up her, his gaze peering through his eyelashes. “And not tomorrow”.

[hetalianskywalker]

Waiting

Pairing: Gil-galad x fem elf reader

Summary: I listened to “Would You Fall in Love with Me Again” from Epic the musical and went I need Gil-galad to say Penelope’s lines in Valinor.

Authors Note: I would be willing to write a version based on the whole song, but I couldn’t think of an equivalent for the marriage bed question that Gil-galad could ask the reader. So if anyone wants more, feel free to help me brainstorm. This is also my first time writing for this fandom even though I love Lotr and RoP so sorry if it’s rough.

Warnings: fluff. Spoilers for the end of his story line from The Silmarillion and other middle earth works, but based off his characterization in RoP. Referenced passed death. Kissing. Very self indulgent.

Music:

Word Count: 861

“Only my wife knew that.” Gil-galad uses that soft relaxed smile he saved for only those closest to him. His palm rests gently on the side of your face; his thumb brushing along your cheekbone. You relish in the sensation of the warmth of his hand mixed with the chill of his many rings on your skin; something you hadn’t even realized you missed. “So I guess that makes her you.”

Suddenly you're not in Valinor anymore, standing in the gardens of the Noldor palace in Tirion; you’re back in Lindon long ago. When the cities were bustling with elves and peace felt like it would last forever. Before Sauron had returned and it all went to hell. When it became so much harder to wash away your husband’s worry for just a moment. Before Gil-galad, High King of the Noldor and your husband, died.

The you of the early second age sneaks out into the surrounding forest at night for a moment of peace and quiet with your husband. You playfully half drag him along by the hand beneath the starlit sky and tree branches; his shoulders shake with silent laughter as he indulges you. You both know Elrond will say something along with giving one of his half teasing judgmental expressions in the morning, but you both decide to cross that bridge when you get there.

You feel like a completely different person now. There is hatred and pride intertwined in your feelings about that. But right now you feel so much lighter than you have at any point in the over three thousand years of being apart from Gil-galad. Maybe, you are still that lovestruck elven queen somehow.

He’s really here; I’m really here. Those thoughts and realizations continue to spiral through your mind and soul. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you watch his glossy eyes hold you in the moonlight.

“I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, you're mine.” The whisper slices into your very being: warm, desperate, and full of the same longing you had felt for him across the sea. He had stared east just as much as you had stared west. Waiting.

His forehead leans against yours as his hands move to your shoulders; he gives a soft squeeze, reassuring himself you are really there. Gil-galad takes a shaky breath and you notice yours is the same. His eyes close and you can’t help but smile as tears trickle down your face. You know that expression all too well: that look of concentration when he was praying he’s going to say the right words. You had so deeply missed seeing these little things.

“Don't tell me you're not the same person.” Your husband begs in the smallest voice you have ever heard him use. Your hands move to cup his face, unsure of how to give him comfort after so long apart, but needing to try. He leans into your touch as he opens his eyes again; a couple tears escape.

“You're always my wife and I've been waiting…” His voice is stronger now, summoning the High King you had followed into battle on more than one occasion and would do so still, but you are thankful to never have to again.

Gil-galad lets that word hang in the air between you for a long time. It carries so much weight and far too much sorrow. He swallows and you smile fondly up at him. He basks in the joy of you not pushing him to be faster in conversation; you always cared enough to wait for his genuine thoughts, not just what the king’s word was to mitigate the next disaster.

“Waiting…” He tries again, scarcely believing said wait is finally over. You are finally here with him.

“Ereinion.” The encouragement makes him grin as you wipe away a few more of his tears. The love you expressed in the singular use of one of his birth names makes him smile and his heart feels full, complete.

“For you.” You both linger in that moment, wanting it to end and never end at the same time. Your eyes flicker to his mouth and back to his eyes. You begin to slowly pull him toward you, but his mouth surges for yours before either of you can really process it. It’s warm, messy, and real. When you finally pull apart, his arms have wrapped tightly around you and your hands cling to his robes.

The wait is over. Finally.

“How long has it been?” His voice brings your thoughts back in order. You give a soft chuckle as you both pant, knowing you both know the answer already.

“Three thousand. One hundred. And forty one years.” The sorrow lingers in every word even as you hold on to one another for dear life. You had been on one of the last ships to leave for the undying lands, but there isn’t time to regret that now. What’s done is done and you are together now.

“I love you.” Your two voices say as one.

[quibblyisme]

Please?

Who? Spencer Reid / Reader

Summary: Spencer comes home from a long day at work and needs you

Word count: 1.5k

Warning: Smut, use of "Ma'am, oral (f and m receiving), penitrative sex, bouncing, unprotected sex, idk.

A/n: This is my first smut... kinda nervous. Also I don't have real life experience so go easy on me

Spencer groaned as he opened the door to your shared apartment. He dragged his bags onto the floor and immediately found home on the couch. Hearing the noise, you made your way from the bedroom to see Spencer trying to massage away an oncoming headache.

"Oh baby...." you quickly scooped him up into your arms, running your hand through his hair.

"Work was so long..." He sighed.

"So much paperwork, and I normally love paperwork! But not when I have that trainer asking me questions every two seconds!" Spencer buried his face in the throw pillow.

"...And I missed you" he said in a near whisper. You knew that was the main reason for his mood.

For someone that everyone assumed to be innocent, he sure was horny. Wherever he went, he needed at least one hand on you. If it was in public, it would be an innocent handhold, but in the privacy of your own home, he'd have a hand on your inner thigh or one cupping your breast.

You moved to fully spoon him on the couch, hand splaying across his stomach, practically petting his happy trail. Spencer moved his hand to hold you and pushed himself further against you, signalling he wanted more.

You began to place little kisses across his neck as he played with your fingers, running his fingertips across your light pink colored manicured nails.

"You like them, baby?" You coo.

"Mhm, I like the bow too" He ran his thumb over the little bow charm to show which one he was talking about.

Spencer turned around and wrapped his arms around your torso, nuzzling his head into your neck, smelling the Ms. Dior perfume you always wore.

There you could really feel how much he needed you. You felt the familiar hardness pressing against your abdomen. There he tried subtly grinding against you to rid himself of the growing ache in his pants. He was too shy to ask you for more and was too sleepy to initiate. The grinding relieved a bit of pressure but not at all enough to satisfy him. His grinding was not subtle enough for you to not notice it.

"Sweetie?... Are you hard?" You whispered.

Instead of saying an audible response, he simply nodded into your chest. You picked Spencer up bridal style, carrying him to the bedroom, gently laying him on the bed.

"I'll be back, okay?"

You grabbed something from your dresser and walked into the en suite bathroom. Spencer tried to figure out what you were doing in there. He heard some shuffling and banging in the bathroom before you finally emerged.

Out you came in a light pink chiffon babydoll top. The bottom and neckline were lined in an intricate lace with a white ribbon bow on the middle of the neckline. The fabric cut just barely mid-thigh.

Unconsciously, Spencer started palming himself through his work pants.

"Tsk tsk tsk... shhhh, wait, baby." You slowly crawled on top of him, sitting in his lap, removing his hand from his pants.

As you crawled onto his lap, Spencer caught a view of your panties in the mirror in front of the bed. It was a perfectly white thong. He was salivating at the sight.

"Please," Spencer grabbed your hand, leading it to the tent in his pants.Before he started begging, you shut him up with a kiss... then another... then another.

Spencer eagerly slipped his tongue into your mouth as soon as he got the chance. His hands started mapping your body and eventually landed on your ass, kneading the plush skin. As you kissed him, you slipped his cardigan over his head, followed by unbuttoning his dress shirt.

"Lift your hips, hun." Spencer lifted his hips, trying to keep the connection between your lips. You slipped his pants off, discarding them in the pile of clothes on the floor beside you two.

"Please... touch me now," Spencer begged pathetically.

"Only because you've been a good boy."

You slid down his boxers, and his fully hard erection popped out. It was leaking precum, and the tip was the color of your lip gloss before it was licked off by Spencer.

You ran your thumb over the tip, collecting the cum and running it down the shaft, using it as lube. He whimpered at the touch. You waited for a little bit, watching him try to stay still.

Eventually you started to pump your hand with a teasingly loose grip and pace. Without warning, you dipped your head down, licking a strip of the underside of his dick. You placed a kiss on the tip before speaking:

"Such a big boy, aren't you?" you cooed.

"Mhm... ngh... big boy, yeah," he gripped the bedsheets.

"Please..." He whined.

"Please what? Use your words" You knew he wanted a blow job.

"Suck me off..."That was all you needed to wrap your mouth around the shaft, bobbing your head. Spencer started jerking his hips up, trying to get you to take more of him. You knew his orgasm was coming soon. His whines and moans grew in volume. His toes curled, and his legs grew weaker.

With one final suck and pump, his cum coated your mouth. He moaned at the sight of you swallowing his cum. Spencer let his head fall back as he tried to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat collecting on his forehead with his arm. You sat impatiently between his legs.

"Well...?" You say sassily.

"Hm?" Spencer opened his eyes, looking at your expression.

"Do I get to get off as well?" You scoffed.

Spencer's eyes lit up with excitement. He always loved eating you out. He waited for you to lie on the bed before he got ready. Straddling your hips, he slowly pulled your babydoll off.

He froze for a bit, staring at your tits. He reached a hand out and started massaging one, eyeing the nipple. He licked his lips before moving his head down towards it. He took your nipple in his mouth, playing with the other. Spencer began sucking, kissing, whatever he could do.

Once he ran out of breath, he lifted his head back up to caress your face. With gentle hands, he slowly pulled down your panties, revealing his dessert.

"Wow... you're so wet... for me?" He questioned.

You chuckled at the somewhat innocent nature of his question.

"Of course it's for you. Who else would it be for?" You reassured, holding back another chuckle.

He pouted before moving his head in between your legs. He was lying belly down on the bed, with his hands holding onto your thighs.

You were being impatient and placed a hand on the back of his head, shoving his face into your pussy. There he started to lick your cunt, occasionally flicking his tongue. His hand moved from your thigh to rub gentle circles into your clit.

"Nghh... good... good boy... keep goi—mmmmm."

You could barely speak through your moans. This only gave Spencer more encouragement. He kept eagerly licking and rubbing. He was like a starved man, and your pussy was the only thing he could eat.

"Spencer! I'm gonna... mm... I'm gonna!" You moaned out.

Spencer hummed against you, telling you that he heard you. The humming fully set you off. The orgasm crashed through you like a wave in the sea. Your legs were shaking and weak. Spencer lifted his head from in between your legs. His chin and nose were covered in your cum. He looked up at you with a shy smile.

"Did I do a good job?" He asked, somewhat insecurely.

"Good... good boy" you said, breathlessly.

Spencer, however, wasn't done. You can tell he wanted more; there was a certain glint in his eyes when he looked at you. He was pleading. You sighed before moving Spencer to lie on his back.

You wrapped a hand around Spencer's shaft. Spencer was confused when you didn't move your hand. He soon realized what was going to happen when you straddled his hips. You lined himself up with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself onto him. You let yourself get adjusted and made sure Spencer was comfortable.

"Are you comfy, darling?" You cooed.

"Mhm! Yes, ma'am!"

"Good boy," you said in your sultry voice that always got him going.

Now that you knew that Spencer was comfortable, you started bouncing. You raised your hips and dropped them down. Every single bounce hit your g-spot. Your hands made their place on the bed's headboard, the bed creaking under every drop.

Spencer's eyes were fixated on your tits. He reached a hand out to massage them, while the other slipped behind you to massage your ass.

"A-are you close?" Spencer whimpered out; he was so close.

"Yeah... yeah... almost there."

Finally you felt the familiar tightness in your abdomen and the familiar release. You would have collapsed right on Spencer's chest there, but you had to get him off too. Not shortly after, you felt his warm cum, coating your insides. With shaky legs you lifted yourself off of him, moving to cuddle with him.

"So... still thinking about work?" You teased.

"No... right now I'm thinking about baths." He giggled a bit.

[fictitiouswanderings]

untitled jayvik throwaway part 3

Morning came and so did the sickness as Viktor limped as quickly as he could to his bathroom to throw up. He leaned over the toilet and continued to throw up until his body couldn’t do it any longer. Exhausting as that was, Viktor knew he had to get up for the day so he reached over and turned the shower on and flushed the vomit down. The nausea still played on his stomach but he got up and managed to make it into the shower, cleaning up his body. After getting out and drying off he quickly brushed his teeth to get the remainder of the taste out. After limping back over to his bed he began to put his braces on and then his clothing. It didn’t take long until he was dressed and ready for the day. Grabbing his cane he stood up, the difference of the braces and support really were noticeable to him.The walk wasn’t long to the lab so he locked up his apartment and went on his way.

Once at the lab Viktor started a pot of coffee, it was a habit at this point, even if he didn’t want any for himself at the moment. He grabbed his goggles and gloves and sat at his workspot before jumping right in. 

Jayce showed up an hour and a half later and grabbed a cup of coffee for himself. “Good morning”, he spoke, mid-yawn.

Viktor chuckled and looked his way, “Good morning to you too. Do you have plans for today?” “I always have a plan for the day” Jayce replied, taking a sip of the piping-hot coffee. 

Viktor wondered how he was going to tell him, he already felt a knot in his stomach over it.

“What are you working on?” Jayce questioned as he came closer

“Just a little trinket really” Viktor replied, it wasn’t really anything serious he was working on at the moment, just something to keep him preoccupied. 

“Hey Vik” Jayce said kinda quietly as he leaned against the desk, coffee still in hand. “I wanted to ask you if you were feeling okay, you passed out just the other day and took a day off of work, are you sure you’re ready to be back so soon?” Viktor sat up in his chair and stiffened a little bit, he moved to remove his goggles so he could look the other in the eye, now was the best time if any it felt like. 

“I’m fine to be back so soon, I did go to the doctors after all and they cleared me for work for now” “For now?” “Well…you see…I’m not doing the greatest and might require bed rest” “What do you mean you’re not doing the greatest?? You look better than before, almost glowing.” This made Viktor blush a little bit, was it from the pregnancy?? “Jayce, I..it’s kind of hard to say this. I’m pregnant” 

Jayce stumbled a little bit but found a chair next to the other and sat down, setting his coffee on the table. “And it’s mine isn’t it?” Viktor just nodded. 

“Wow…I mean…we’ve been “unsafe” this entire time it was bound to happen?” “I was told by a doctor previously that I was infertile so I didn’t think much of it, plus being on hormones I didn’t think it would happen” “How far along are you?” Jayce asked, looking for any sign of a bump.

“I’m only three and a half months along” Viktor said, putting a hand to his hardly showing belly. “It’s easier to see when I’m not in my brace”

“I wanted to ask you how you felt about this, but you seem to be taking it positively” Viktor spoke again

“I love kids!” Jayce replied. “I probably never told you but I have a big family, lots of cousins and kids to chase after” he chuckled. “I never thought i’d be having my own so soon tho…you do plan on keeping it right?”

There he was asking the hard questions.

“To be honest at first no…” A look of brief sadness ran across Jayce’s face hearing that news.

“But if you stay by my side through this I’d be willing to keep them..A child should have a family dont you think?” Jayce was once again all grins as he embraced Viktor tightly. “I promise to stay by your side” he reassured the other. “I’ll even go with you to the doctors if you want, actually i’d rather not miss any appointments!” Viktor pawed at Jayce trying to get him to loosen up on him when the other finally let go and sat back in his chair. He sighed a little and grabbed the other’s mug of coffee, blowing on it before taking a sip. “I’m so glad” he spoke softly, not making eye contact with the other. Jayce just smiled at the other and rubbed his shoulders. “Anything you need from me you let me know” “Anything?” Viktor raised an eyebrow at the other. “I suppose there are a few things I could think of since you’ve gotten me in this predicament” Jayce wasn’t sure if he should take it back after saying it, especially after the other’s reaction,  but he meant what he said. If he was going to be a good partner to his now pregnant partner he’d have to do everything he possibly could to appease them.

It wasn’t long until Viktor understood the various signals his body was sending him, when he was going to throw up, or when he might just need to have a seat for a second. He wished the morning sickness would go away, and supposedly it would with time but he didn’t have extra time to be ill. He also wished that Jayce didn’t stop whatever he was doing whenever he sighed or grunted even a little bit. “Are you alright?” “Is everything Okay?” “Do you need anything?” It was beginning to get on his nerves just how much the other was doting on him. 

“I’m pregnant not incapable!” Viktor finally snapped one day. “Sorry, you’re right” the other replied quickly “ I just..” “Wanted to make sure I’m okay. I get it. How about I just tell you when I need something? Does that sound good?” “Yeah” Jayce smiled softly at him before getting back to work. “Actually I could use something” Viktor spoke softly, a little annoyed at himself just now. “What is it?” “Could you pull out the couch? I want to lay down for a moment” “Sure thing!” Jayce quickly put down his work to move the couch they’d added into the lab for late nights. Seemed like it was a good call after all to have the piece of furniture there. He looked to the other for insight on how he wanted it moved but otherwise pulled it away from the wall, dusting off the back of it since it sat just underneath a chalk board and accumulated some of the dust from it. “Thank you” Viktor replied before sitting down, groaning a little before grabbing his leg and pulling it up on the couch, the other soon to follow. Jayce stood at the end of the couch quietly, almost expectantly.

It took Viktor a moment to notice that the other hadn’t gone back to work and he looked up at him. He looked like a damn puppy, waiting for some instruction or attention.

“....would…you like to sit with me?” Viktor spoke

Jayce just nodded quickly and sat at the far end of the couch so Viktor wouldn’t have to move. Slowly his hands made their way to his shins, massaging them idly. “Mm…that’s actually quite nice thank you” Viktor sighed. His whole body ached, and he worried how the rest of the pregnancy was going to be because if it was going to be like this he almost couldn’t argue with the doctor on bedrest.  “I’m glad you’re taking breaks” Jayce replied, slowly working his way down to the other’s feet. He gave the other a look before taking off his shoes surprising him a little and beginning to work on massaging his feet.

Viktor couldn’t help the little moan that slipped past his lips. Having the other’s hands working on him felt amazing. He was so focused on everything feeling bad that he didn’t realize how bad his feet were hurting him as well. Jayce just chuckled and continued to massage.

“I used to listen to Mama and the other women talking about their pregnancies growing up and they always complained that their feet hurt the worst”

“Well this certainly is helping” Viktor replied, smiling at the other and trying to just relax against the couch.

[ More to possibly come, if anyone has any prompts they are welcome to comment them. I eventually want to do a scene where Viktor despite being fairly pregnant pegs Jayce ]

[lavenpop]

₊˚⊹♡ “ Freezing chance ”

Day two: temperature play

Pairing: Fyodor x f !reader

Plot: When your boyfriend, Fyodor works countless hours, you never get a chance to see him. Little do you know, you’ll soon find a pleasant surprise the next morning. 

Cw: MDNI! Dom !fyodor, f !reader, temp play, clitoral stimulation, words being spoken in russian, just smut in gen

Wc: 1.6k

a/n: my favourite Russian <3 I kinda slacked off towards the end ngl, I was finishing this one shot in the middle of a restaurant lmao. Oh well, hope it’s to y’all’s liking :) 

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Having a boyfriend who was always busy working has its own disadvantages, especially if your boyfriend is basically leading a criminal organisation. It also meant that you spent many days and nights alone in your shared apartment, which is how you were left the following night. 

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You groggily opened your eyes, the sun peeking its way through the bedroom window shone over your face, the warm rays waking you up from your slumber. You had fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend, Fyodor, to arrive back home. 

You yawned and turned your head over and looked over to Fyodor’s side of the bed. You expected for it to be still freshly made and untouched, which to your surprise, it wasn’t. The white covers and thick duvet untucked and folded over the edge of the bed. “Did Fyodor come home last night?” You wondered to yourself. 

You slowly sat up in bed and stretched your arms, groaning softly as you then scanned your eyes around the room. You saw in fact no sign of your beloved arriving back home from the busy night that he had. You were disappointed, it felt as if the two of you never spent time together as Fyodor was always busy with the Decay Of Angel. 

You pushed all your worries aside and slowly raised yourself from the edge of the bed. It must have been still quite earlier in the morning despite the sun as the sounds of birds and nature weren’t present. You softly sighed as you slowly made your way to the bathroom to freshen up, pushing open the wooden door and closing it behind you. 

After brushing your teeth and splashing your face with cool water, you felt much more rejuvenated and a little more energised. You turned the door knob as you pulled open the door and took a few steps out of the bathroom.

“Ah, good morning Милая.” 

Your eyes opened wide almost in shock when you stepped out of the bathroom to see Fyodor sitting on the edge of the bed. He seemed relatively calm, a small smile to his lips as he stared in your direction. You slowly strided over to the man and reached out your arms, wrapping them around his neck in a tight hug. 

Completely composed and not fazed at all by your strange reaction, Fyodor placed a hand on your lower back as you. “Why are you so surprised, my darling? Did you not expect me to be home so early?” Early was a bit of an overstatement, you did not expect your boyfriend to be home AT ALL.

You shook your head and nuzzled your nose against the side of Fyodor’s neck, your arms tightening around him and you whispered, “I just missed you is all…” You mumbled into him, somewhat relieved that he was home. You were simply growing tired of being unable to see him since he was always working, you knew that his job wasn’t easy, but it just felt nice to be able to see him every so often. 

A small smile appeared to Fyodor’s lips and he slowly took his hand off of your back. “I missed you too, моя любовь.” He gazed into your eyes, his violet orbs scanning the expression that wielded on your face. You tilted your head off to the side when he examined your features, you weren’t sure what he was doing, as he wasn’t saying anything. “Fedya?”  “Hm, y/n?” He watched as you slowly seated yourself on the edge of the bed beside him. His eyes traced back to your face, his eyes softening and he gazed at you, his hand ever so gently moving down onto your thigh. 

Fyodor’s just so sudden hand placement pulled a small gasp straight from your mouth as his hand remained resting on your thigh. Your eyes widened the slightest when you looked up at your beloved. The expression on your face must have been amusing because a small smile twitched Fyodor’s lips. “You look so cute when you're surprised, Милая.” He hummed, planting a soft kiss to your cheek, that kiss sending electric sparks throughout your body. ‘My, my, someone’s been missing me a little too much ~’ He slowly ran his hand up, down the inside of your thigh, his hand getting dangerously close to your core with each stroke. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat that brewed between your legs, your own arousal dampening the fabric of your panties, you let out a small mewl when Fyodor grazed his hand higher. “Fedya? ~” His name left your lips like a moan when you mumbled, your head becoming hazy and your eyes threatening to shut on you. 

“в чем дело, любовь моя?” Fyodor neared closer to you, his eyes piercing into yours; causing you to gasp audibly, he clicked his tongue when you shifted your body backwards. ‘Now, now, my dear…you wanted my attention, and you’ve now got it. ~” Fyodor grabbed your hand in his, his other hand supporting your waist as he slowly and ever so gently lowered your body down onto the bed, now leaning over you.

All that came from your mouth was a shuddering squeak, your eyes fixing around the room, cheeks flushed a light pink and breath stuttering. Your restless behaviour must’ve had an effect on your boyfriend, because his expression changed to something softer. He slowly guided his hand down to your hip, using his other hand to gently part your thighs. Slowly slipping a finger under the waistband of your shorts, he pulled down both your bottoms and panties at once, revealing your bare core to him and only him. 

“Fedya!” You gasped out his name and tossed back your head. Yearning for his touch was an understatement, from being distant from each other for what seemed like forever, his affection was all you needed.

A light chuckle left the man’s mouth and he tilted his head at you. “Ah, ah. Isn’t this what you wanted, моя любовь?” You weren’t given much time to decide when Fyodor leaned over you, he reached out one arm and picked up the glass of cold water that was sitting at the top of the bedside table. The ice must've melted as small little ice cubes floated and bounced around in the icy water.

Fyodor glanced at your face for a split moment before eyeing back at the glass that was in his hand. He stuck two fingers into the glass before placing it back down on the table, his eyes fell back down to between your open thighs when he dropped his hand down between them, gliding his two fingers upside your visible clit. 

The coldness of the water that laced his fingertips sent shivers down your spine. Your eyes shot wide open and you let out a hasty whimper, your back arching the slightest as he kept his fingers prodding at your puffy clit.

An obvious smirk found its way to Fyodor’s expression and he chuckled lowly. “Keep still, my dear ~” He whispered to you and grabbed hold of your waist with one hand. ‘Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be ~’ 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t keep quiet, it was because of the way he poked and prodded your abused clit and the feverish cold of the water that coated your most sensitive spot, and Fyodor noticed that. He noticed the way your body writhed against the bedsheets, and he noticed how your chest moved rapidly with each breath you took. “Милая…” He stopped stroking you and grabbed a hold of your wrist, quickly shutting you up in the meantime. He leaned his face closer to yours and whispered into your ear, ‘are you going to be good for me and keep it down, hm? ~’ 

You felt the corners of Fyodor’s hair tickle the side of your cheeks and you felt the need to nod your head. God knows what’ll happen if you disobey.  

Fyodor lifted his head and nodded with a sneering smile. He hooked his arms around your waist and dragged your body closer to his, he raised one to his mouth, coating it with his saliva before slowly tracing around the entrance of your slick heat, leaving a trail of spit around your skin as he glided around your core.  

“F-Fedya! ~” A stuttering moan escapes past your lips when you feel his fingers graze your sensitive skin. You clenched your fingers against the bedsheets and lifted your back up from the mattress. The man hasn’t even started, yet you were already squirming and your thighs were trembling. 

With his fingers inches from entering your pussy, Fyodor suddenly pulled them away, leaving your body aching for its sweet relief. “Don’t think you are getting what you want so easily, my darling ~” He purred, his hand moving to your hips, blunt nails digging into your plush skin. 

You panted out a heavy gasp and your eyebrows knitted together in angst, you reached one hand for his as Fyodor then pulled his hand out of arm's reach from you. 

He shook his head solemnly and let out a sigh mimicking pity. His hand slowly dropped from your hip and he took a few shuffles back from you. In the lowest possible tone, he whispered “Теперь, любовь моя... Я собираюсь трахать тебя, пока ты не будешь кричать только мое имя ~” 

You cocked your head to the side while gasping through every breath you took. You had no idea what Fyodor had just said. 

The man must’ve noticed your confusion because he then leaned his head towards your ear and mumbled softly, his tone seductive and almost threatening. “I will fuck your until all you can do is scream my name…  Моя дорогая ~”

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