#and there's so much I want to do and pacing is a jerk and exam season is also here but I can't stop thinking about it

[astriefer]

Is there a little mutual who wants to listen to me rant about a thomastair fic I have not written yet (but toyed with the idea for months now) because I'm losing my mind

[kolsmikaelson]

— ANGUS TULLY NSFW ALPHABET

NOTES — not quite sure on angus’ canon age but for the sake of this he’s over 18.

WARNINGS — nsfw 18+ content, fem!reader, not proofread so ignore any typos

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

he doesn’t understand the point of aftercare in the beginning, but once you’ve explained it to him he’s a god at aftercare. he’ll keep a stash of water bottles in his room to have one on hand at all times, cleans you up and brings you to the restroom, will ask if there’s anything else he can do for you, and then take you back to bed and cuddles with you until you both fall asleep, all while whispering sweet praises to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he doesn’t really have a favorite of his own, he doesn’t think he’s anything special until he meets you and learns to love himself a bit more!! but his favorite body part of yours is your eyes and your tits. he adores the way he can look into your eyes and see the love you have for him. and he doesn’t mind taking a peek down your shirt every once in a while either.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves cumming on your face, the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tongue lolling out of your mouth drives him crazy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he loves shower sex. there's just something about it that makes him lose his mind

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

the most inexperienced person ever, definitely would let you take the lead (even if you’re just as inexperienced as him) for a while until he’s more comfortable taking charge

F = Favorite position ( goes without saying)

full nelson or mating press

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

the farthest thing from serious that you can be, he tries to be serious but one little thing will send him into a fit of giggles

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s not groomed at all, it’s a bit of a mess until you come along, then he’ll let you teach him (do it for him) how to keep it under control

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he wants to make it as romantic as he can for you, usually. but of course there’s the off chance that he’ll be more mean (aka when he’s jealous) but he still makes sure that you feel how much he loves you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he’s such a loser he jerks off so often. more so when he meets you because he can’t keep his mind off of you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

huge mommy kink. he likes it when you spit in his mouth. praise kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

the showers or somewhere else that's semi-public

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

knowing that he’s made you proud of him, whether that be from acing an exam or something else, the smile and the praises he gets from you gets him so hard so quickly

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no piss kink at all. and he doesn’t want to choke you, but he wouldn’t exactly be against you choking him from time to time

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he doesn’t start out the best at it but he loves giving you head, he likes to learn every inch of your body, what makes you tick, what you do and don’t like

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

a mix of both honestly, he’s kind of sloppy in a way, but he goes back and forth

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hates them. he feels like he doesn’t get enough time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

sort of, he’s not super big on taking risks seeing as he doesn’t want to hurt you in any way but depending on what it is and if you also want to try it, he’ll be game

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not very long, but he recovers quickly enough. usually you can get two/three rounds at once before he needs a little break

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he doesn’t own any toys for himself, but he likes using your vibe on the both of you. especially when he’s inside of you, he likes the way he can feel the vibrations too

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he wouldn’t know how to tease you well if it hit him dead in the face. but when you tease him? he’s obsessed

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s so loud, sometimes he’ll have to hide his face in your neck to try and muffle the noises he’s making, but he can’t help it, you just feel so good

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he loves sucking and biting on your tits, he’s the biggest boob guy there is

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s big. and i’m talking angus is hung. he doesn’t think he’s all that big until he meets you and sees the look of shock on your face when you see his cock for the first time

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

decently high. he’s so in love with you and is constantly thinking about you. he’ll zone out and start daydreaming about you and end up getting hard

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he passes out quickly. he takes care of you, cleans you up and is out like a light

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[miniwheat77]

Hey. Me again from the Stepdad! Graves though while exams are killing me. What if he catches her with his hoodie (yk girl just wanna have some fun), one that says Commander Graves on the left side of the breast or something.....or even his iconic blue shirt from the game. Anyways lemme head out. Just came out of a 12 hour crash course and I wanna die. Bye 👋

!smut, p in v sex, stepcest, NO MINORS!

Sorry this is so short. I just wanted to give you at least something to tide you over for exams, good luck!

He knows what she’s out doing.

He knows that she’s been seeing another man for nearly the entirety of their relationship. But he doesn’t care.

Because why would he be so hung up on her when you’re right here?

You’re a good girl, you obey him and abide by his rules. You don’t talk back, the only responses he gets from you are “yes sir” and “of course.” He loves that about you, how sweet you are. But only he knows how desperate you are.

When she’s off with her secret lover, you’re in his bedroom, his head buried between your thighs while you plea with him, for more. To give you what you so desperately want. She has no idea of course, and he intends to keep it that way. She’s busy anyways.

It’s weeks like these that are his favorite. When she’s off on a “business trip” and he gets weeks on end alone with you. He takes advantage of every single second that he gets to spend with you. Most of it spent with you crying on his cock, sobbing for more. The need seeping into your bloodstream, infecting you like a plague. He’s comparable to a disease. Taking control of you. In the dead of night when it’s dark and no one else is around, you’re crying out for him and he’s praying the neighbors don’t hear. They don’t need to hear what he’s doing to you, he doesn’t want his secret getting out. Because that means he won’t get his alone time with you.

He knows how much you care about your relationship with your mom, how you don’t want to betray her. She can never find out.

So he keeps your secrets as long as you keep his.

“Please-“ you mewl. He chuckles. Reaching for his belt. “Relax. I’ll give you what you need.”

He’s turned you into something you’ve never seen. You’re needy, desperate. Begging for him. Even if it’s for a second while she’s at the store. You need him to fill you. There’s a thirst only he can quench. He moves between your legs, he’d usually take his time with you, start with his tongue and work his way up, but you’ve been waiting for too long. And what kind of monster keeps a pretty girl like you waiting? When he’s inside of you, your walls stretched to perfection around his cock, you can’t think about anything else.

Your eyes gloss over, lips part. Cries will leave your lips as he pushes your legs up and goes even deeper. Bruising your cervix with his harsh thrusts. “P-Phillip!” You cry out, clutching at his biceps. His muscles flex and he grits his teeth. His pace is slow but his force is strong, the glide of his cock inside of you draws moans from your lips, you want more. You keep asking for it. You’re so desperate. “Should’ve known better than to wear my hoodie sweetheart, you knew this would happen.” His laugh is deep and taunting. Thinking about how fast he’d jumped you when he saw you wearing it. He lowers himself to take one of your nipples into his mouth, assaulting your skin with his lips and teeth. Leaving behind bruises and hickeys. He holds your hips tight to the mattress, fingerprint sized bruises will be there for the remainder of the week your mom is gone.

When you cum, you’re crying out. Hips bucking, body jerking hard. He always makes you cum so hard.

How on earth could she have this at home and still want to go find someone else?

[24hlevi]

— frío

cate dunlap (gen v) x transmasc!reader

genre: smut

summary: after a bad day, cate can tell you're upset. so she makes you feel much better.

warnings: language, nsfw, sub!reader, dom!cate, strap on, mommy kink, praise

wc: 1.1 k

minors do not interact

i need her so bad it's unhealthy, and yes this was an impulsive decision

you laid on your bed in your dorm with the blanket covering almost all of you except your face. the day had been terrible with exam season, the rankings, and just the annoying people at the school. you honestly just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. you heard a few knocks on your door and looked over at it.

“come in!” you called through the door.

the second after you spoke, your girlfriend, cate walked in and closed the door behind her. she saw the position you were in and walked over to you. “are you okay?” she asked.

you shrugged in response. you didn't really want to talk about it when it was the usual. cate sat down next to you and cupped your face in her hands as you looked at her.

“do you want me to help you?” she said softly, rubbing small circles on your cheeks.

you could feel your face heat up at her words, knowing what she was meaning. you shyly nodded your head, leaning into her touch. “yes.”

“yes, who?”

“yes, mommy please,” you could feel your cheeks get hotter as you spoke.

“good boy,” she smiled at you.

moving the blankets off of you, you peered up at the blonde as she leaned down to you and started kissing down your neck, moving to straddle your hips. your hands awkwardly remained at your sides until she grabbed them and placed them on her waist. she gently pushed you so you were laying on your back and pulled away from your neck, looking down at you.

“tell me what you want.”

staring up at her with your hands settled on her waist, you quietly answered. “want you to fuck me. please, i want it so bad.”

“you want mommy to fuck you with her strap, baby?” she asked you with a sly smirk on her face, her hands roaming up and down your body.

“yes.” you nodded.

she leaned down and kissed you, slowly rolling her hips against you, smiling at the whine you let out under her and your nails digging into her skin. her hands found your belt buckle and unclipped it swiftly, pulling your pants down along with your boxers, tossing them on the ground. her fingers found your puffy clit and slowly started to rub it, parting from the kiss and chuckling when your hips bucked up.

“don't be impatient, baby,” she said. “mommy's gonna take care of you.”

a broken moan fell past your lips at her movements, your hips jerking up again with your head hitting the pillow under you. “f-fuck, mommy please,” you whined.

cate suddenly stopped, resulting in you letting out another whine and watching as she stripped and secured the strap on her. she crawled on top of you and pushed some of your hair out of your face.

“tell me how much you want me,” she whispered into your ear, dragging the tip of her strap along your folds collecting your slick on it.

“so bad,” you immediately responded. “i want you so much, please, please fuck me. need you so bad.” you begged, looking up at her with lust blown eyes.

she slowly pushed into you, peering down at you as your eyes rolled back and back arch into her, your hands gripping her waist tighter. once she was all the way in, she let you adjust for a moment before dragging out of you and slamming back into you, smiling at the sight of you moaning below her.

“look at you, taking mommy’s cock so well. you're such a good boy, just for me.” cate kept a slow pace as she gave you the praises you'd been wanting.

“mommy,” you whimpered. “need more, please.”

“yeah?” she teased. “you want me to fuck you rough, baby boy?”

“y-yes, please,” your voice trembled from what you were feeling.

“whatever you wish,” she whispered, pecking your lips and starting to pound into you at a fast pace.

your eyes screwed shut as moans fell from your mouth without care, and you could feel cate’s gaze and smirk staring down at you, making you slightly embarrassed at how needy you were.

she grabbed your face with her hand, not halting her thrusts as she watched you fall apart beneath her. “look at me, baby. i want you to look at me,” she said, squeezing your cheeks gently.

you opened your eyes as soon as she said to, looking up into her blue eyes as you tried to stop your moans from getting too loud, suddenly feeling self-conscious about the noises coming out of you.

“no, no,” she shook her head. “i want to hear you. you’ll let mommy hear those pretty sounds you make, right?”

“mhm,” was all you were able to get out, nodding your head quickly as your hands moved to her back, lightly scratching her skin. “mommy,” you whined loudly.

“i know, baby. i know,” cate smiled softly at you. “you love mommy making you feel good, don't you? no one else can make you feel this good, right?”

“ye-yes i love it- fuck- no one, j-just you- oh my god,” you moaned as your eyes rolled back when you felt the tip of her strap hit your g spot. “f-fuck mommy please please don't stop ple-please- feels so-so good- fuck-” you babbled mindlessly, not caring about how desperate you sounded.

she purposefully started angling her thrusts to hit your g spot again and again, her small smile growing bigger at you getting louder. “are you close? does my baby boy want to cum?”

you nodded your head feverishly, trying to keep your eyes on her as sinful noises kept leaving your mouth. “please let me cum pl-please please mommy,” you begged shamelessly.

“cum for mommy, baby,” she whispered into your ear, gently biting on it.

a shiver went down your spine at her whisper, and you let out a pornagraphic like moan as your body convulsed under her. your back arched up into her, clawing at her back trying to pull her closer to you while she slowly thrusted a few more times before pulling out of you. she took the strap off and tossed it to the side carelessly then laid down next to you, pulling you to lay your head on her chest.

“you feel better now?” she asked softly.

“mhm,” you hummed, nodding shortly. your arms wrapped around her as you rested your head on her chest. “thank you,” you mumbled.

“of course,” she kissed the top of your head, playing with your hair. “get some sleep, i’ll wake you up in a little.”

“you sure?” you asked tiredly.

“yeah,” she answered with a nod.

“okay,” you said, closing your eyes.

“i love you,” cate said quietly.

“i love you too,” you replied, slowly drifting off into sleep.

“have good dreams, my prince.”

[reborrowing]

GT July - Studying (stranger swap)

Val wasn't too surprised to see Phoebe still hunched over her desk so late into the night when they peeked out of the cabinet. She'd been talking about having this big exam coming up. They were surprised, disappointed, and a little worried to see that the kitchen had gone untouched since they'd last seen it.

They slipped down onto the countertop and took a few minutes to cross the kitchen, pausing to pull a handful of crumbs off of a muffin, and continued on to visit her in the dining area she used as a study nook. They probably could have called for a ride to speed things up, but it was nice to stretch out their legs and have a brief climb in what they considered to be fresh air.

Phoebe didn't notice their hook latching onto the edge of her desk and she didn't notice when Val reached the top either, even when they started to approach. They took a seat on her laptop, which was nice and warm after hours of use. They waved, and still her focus didn’t break. For a few minutes, they just watched, entranced by just how much Phoebe was.

They had always associated deep thought with stillness but she proved otherwise. One hand held a highlighter and hovered back and forth over her textbook while the other twisted a pair of beads on a string in flashy looking dances. They doubted she was entirely conscious of the movement in either hand, even as the beads twisted at a pace Val would rate just below lethal.

Occasionally, she would mouth a line to herself and bring the highlighter back to the text. This time, she frowned, tapped the paper several times, and turned her head to her laptop, finally noticing Val. She jumped, jerking back in her seat and Val braced as the sudden movement jolted her rickety desk.

“Jesus, dude, you startled me,” she said.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Like, I do worry I’m gonna drop something on you one of these days if you keep skulking around like that, but we’re good for now. You need something?”

“Not exactly, but, maybe food? You haven’t eaten, have you?”

Phoebe ran a hand through her hair thoughtfully, knocking a few more locks loose from her thinning ponytail. Her stomach growled at her impatiently, giving an answer for her.

“Uh…I had some carrots not that long ago, and I had breakfast this morning, definitely.”

It was half past eight in the evening. She smiled guiltily and rubbed her eyes.

“I could probably use a break,” Phoebe admitted.

“We could get Chinese? Or something, so you don’t have to cook,” Val suggested.

“You just want to steal a dumpling.”

She teasingly poked at Val’s stomach with the end of her highlighter. They grinned as they pushed the marker away.

“Or maybe you could just…give me a dumpling?” they said, but mostly, they just wanted some company.

[mysticmellowlove]

a/n; today marks the end of Seth's week! I know some people might want more of the kink side of kinktober but baby we are going story mode!! this is porn with plot!

warnings; voyeurism, yan chat, yan male, sub male, dom reader, gn reader, non con,

word count; i'm tired man exam season is upon us

Quickly they typed in the address to their favourite streamer's patreon. They had been at work but twenty minutes ago they had gotten an email, another livestream was happening and this week Seth had promised to try and capture him having sex with Sugar.

They had been there for the initial video of him creeping into Sugar's room and had watched with rapture as he jerked off and marked them up with his cum. They had come as well that night, their wrist aching for hours afterwards as they wished that they would've gotten the chance to touch Sugar as well.

Not everyone could be a winner though so for now they'd stick with supporting Seth so he could support Sugar.

There was already a large amount of people in the chat of the video and as soon as they opened it up they took in the sounds of their two favourite people. Sugar was lying down on the bed, their head propped up by some soft looking cushions. On top of them was Seth, his back to the camera that was obviously hidden in its usual spot in the bookcase opposite the bed.

He was bouncing up and down, his moans louder than usual. They smirked as their eyes traced the movements of the two. Seth obviously loved the idea of being watched, of showing off Sugar to his viewers.

And Sugar was as usual a sight to see. A light sheen of sweat covered their face as their hands wrapped around Seth's waist. They could see the plushness of his skin sink under Sugar's grasp. They licked their lips as the sounds of the duo's moans came out of his phone's speaker. They couldn't help themselves as they lay down in their bed, letting the covers spread around them as they dragged their hand down their body.

He could hear the sound of Seth's ass hitting Sugar's thighs, a slight slapping sound that showcased just how wet the two of them were. The lube that Sugar must've used had to have been a lot, either that or Seth had already creamed himself and his cum was dripping down with his movements.

A coarse moan left their mouth at the thought. Nothing got them more aroused than seeing someone else wreck themself. The sounds coming from Sugar's mouth weren't helping things either. If Seth was a wanton whore then Sugar was a domineering figure. Their moans were quieter, more guttural, deeper as if they felt the tightness of Seth's body deep in their soul.

Sugar's eyes were screwed up as their mouth hung open, their hips were subtly helping Seth along, thrusting upwards to set a pace that suited them best.

Slowly they traced their hands down their stomach as they gently palmed their heat in between their legs. Their eyes stayed glued on the screen as they tried to recreate the pace that Sugar had set. For a split moment they thought about tracing the two of them down, it would be easy. All they had to do was hack into Seth's accounts and the duo would be in their reach. They'd be able to take Sugar right from under Seth's hands.

Or maybe they would let them join in, two people were always better than one. Their eyes flickered over to the chat box that they had been ignoring. It was dry, obviously everyone else had the same idea as they did. Everyone was enjoying the little slice of heaven that Seth was providing them. For the ones that were in the chat the opinions were pretty much what they would expect.

Everyone was either in love with Seth, Sugar or both.

It was a strange mix but for some reason everyone that was in the Patreon was... questionable to say the least. Rich, older or simply bored. Everyone was a little too invested in the lives of the streamer and his mod.

[hertzwritings]

Play pretend

A/N: Exam season is ON, my loves, and despite my love for writing and my WIPS, I need to focus on those darn exams. So, instead, you’re getting a week of one-shots, because I need my creative outlet.

You can buy me a coffee here, and I’ll write you a personalized drabble (500-1000 words), one-shot (1500-5000 words) or a multichapter fic (5500-??? Words) with what you’ve always wanted. Want Henry to be homeless and a starving artist? Sure thing, babes. Want a BDSM relationship with Steve Rogers? Anytime. Fluffy love with August Walter? Yup. 40’s professor Bucky? YES.

I love y’all so much and thank you for your OUTPOUR of support. I can’t tell you how much it means to me. Remember, feedback feeds the soul (mine, in particular), and my requests – and askbox – are always open – there’s no limits, because I am me and I have none.

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader (Best friends to lovers)

Contains: Fluff, slight angst, please-pretend-to-be-my-boyfriend-to-make-my-ex-jealous-trope, smut (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, p in v, oral (f and m recieving), unprotected sex, slight cum-play, cream-pie, praise-kink, slight voyerism, slight exhibitionism, language 

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Play pretend

Fuck. Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck. You pace your room, trying to decide if you should just call and tell Abby you’d gotten sick, maybe fell and broke your leg, or if you should admit defeat and show up – there was nothing you’d want less than show up, single and still seething over your breakup, at a party where your damn ex was. Apparently, it had been a last-minute decision on his part, and Abby had been really sorry about it – she had invited him to her end-of-summer bash months ago, when you were still dating, and now he wanted to come.

With his new girlfriend. Who just so happened to be the same girl, he had cheated on you with. Classic.

You sighed and sat down on your bed, calling Henry; he usually made you feel eons better, so perhaps he had some sort of gold nugget for you and your current spiral of feelings. He picks up after three rings, his voice making you feel calm instantly.

“Hey, love. What’s up?” “Can you kill me? Just… Like for a day?” “Err… I think that might prove to be slightly problematic. Death is, as you probably know, pretty final.” You grunt and fall backwards on your bed. “Zach is coming to the damn party.” “Ouch.” You hummed. “Ouch indeed. He’s bringing his new fling. Girlfriend, whatever.” “Double ouch.” You narrowed your eyes and heard the sounds in the background. “Hang on, are you gaming through my panic?” He chuckled. “No, not at all. I would never.” The sounds stilled. “You just paused.” “I did not.” You laughed. “Fine, you left the lobby, then.” He was quiet for a heartbeat and then spoke again. “Maybe. Anyway, what are you going to do?” You sighed. “I don’t know. Break a leg to have an excuse to not show up?” “Abby’ll kill you. She’s been planning this for months, love.” “Yeah, yeah, I know… I just… Ugh.” You rolled to your stomach. “I just don’t want to show up single as a pringle.” “I never understood that term. Pringles are by definition not single. They’re literally spooning in the can.” “Okay, well, you know what I mean, you jerk.” You laughed. “I just want to feel… I don’t know. I’m over him, it isn’t that, but…” “You want to get the upper hand, right?” You nodded and remembered he couldn’t see you. “Yeah.” “Hm.” He was quiet for a while, clearly thinking over your options. “Do you still have that dress from the red carpet last year?” “Y-yeah, but that’s like… Too much.” “Not with me, it isn’t’.” You coughed and shot straight up. “What?” “Can you be ready in an hour?” You glanced at the clock and your reflection in the mirror – it might take some work, but you could get yourself ready in an hour or less. “I guess so.” “Good. I’m coming with you. Let’s make him jealous as hell.” “Wait, Henry, I can’t ask you…” “You’re not asking, I’m offering. Honestly, do you remember how jealous he got when you went with me to the premiere? And how much he hated the rumors after?” You did. It tore a right rift through your relationship, but you refused to budge – you had helped Henry and you wanted to go, even though Zach was losing his mind all night, texting you seven times a minute. “Yes…” “Good. Let’s make those fears real.” Your stomach flipflopped. “Huh?” “I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. Come on, it’s been forever since we’ve done something stupid, and I have several suits that would lend themselves perfectly for a gala.” You drew a deep breath. He wasn’t wrong. You knew Abby would be over the moon to see Henry again, you’d have a date for the night, and you’d be sipping champagne with Henry for a night. “Fine.” “I’ll be there in an hour.”

You sprang into action as soon as he hung up, shuffling through your closet to find the red silk dress that you had worn to the premiere; it still fit you perfectly and you even had the black pumps you wore the same night. Now, to your face.

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“Are you sure you’re cool with this? We can still turn around.” You said as the car pulled around a corner, leading to the mansion, Abby had rented for the day and night. “Oh, we’re not turning around. I hate that guy, if I get a chance to make him mad, I’ll take it.” “You don’t hate people, Henry.” You grinned and felt his fingers weave between yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “I don’t. But he’s not people, he’s an arse.” Your brows flew up. “What? It’s true! I even told you when you started dating!” he said with a huff. “Yeah, yeah, don’t give me the whole I told you so speech. You have dated idiots too.” “Let’s agree that we both suck at finding partners.” He said with a smirk and a wink.

The driver cleared his throat. “Sir, we’re here.” “Ah, thank you, Samuel. Ready? We gotta play the part.” He nudges you with his broad shoulder. “Sure thing. Let’s get this show on the road.”

As soon as you step outside, you’re hit with warm air and the gentle flow of music and light chatter. Henry wraps his arm around your waist and he’s practically lifting you to the garden, where lights shower the grass, people and cream-colored tablecloths in a golden hue. You spot Abby first, and she squeals when she sees you, and then squeals louder when she sees Henry. “Holy shit, you’re here!?” She pulls him in for a hug and sends you wide eyes. He chuckles. “Couldn’t leave my best girl to fend for herself. “Ooooh. Because of Zach?” “Yup. Let’s keep that between yourselves, please. We have a part to play.” You say with a grin and become vaguely aware of the chatter and eyes of people, looking to you and Henry. You didn’t realize until too late, that many probably would take pictures. With him and you in them. Which will definitely end up on a gossip site by morning. “Don’t worry about it, love.” He whispers, his lips catching the shell of your ear. You tremble a little. “Sure?” he nods. “Let’s go find asshat and his girl.” You notice the small gasps as people around you realize who’s next to you but pay them no mind – it wouldn’t be the first time you feel and hear the whispers and eyes on you. Occupational hazard, you supposed.

The trek through the garden and several pavilions was long, but you did manage to say hi to a few other friends, you hadn’t seen in a while; Grim was wearing the most dapper suit, you had ever seen, a midnight blue color littered with small, golden swirls and patterns; it looked amazing on him. “Dude. Look at you!” He twirled once, his purple hair flying out from his face. “Don’t even start with me. Look at you!” He pointed to the dress. “How the hell did you get yourself that?” You laughed. “Curtesy of the ever-amazing Henry, of course.” His eyes flicked up to meet Henry’s eyes and nodded once, said hey, man, before he gulped and looked back. “Shit. You’re Geralt.” “And Superman, but I rarely brag.” He held a hand out to Grim, who shook it with trembling hands. “I… Am a huge fan.” He whispered. “What the hell are you doing here with Y/N?” Right. Grim didn’t really know about your friendship. “Oh, she didn’t tell you?” Henry cocked an eyebrow at you, and you shrugged in a didn’t get a chance to kind of way. He wrapped his arm around your waist again and kissed the top of your head. “We’re, er, well…” “Henry’s my boyfriend.” You blurted out and you wished you had a camera to capture Grim’s expression – it was priceless. “Holy… Fucking… Shit.” He breathed. “Oh, dude, when Zach sees this, he’s going to blow a few fuses.” You just laughed and followed Henry, when he led you on, waving at Grim, who instantly turned to his friend and began whispering in hushed, frantic tones.

You spotted him from miles away. He was wearing a gaudy powder blue suit, that didn’t fit right over his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but grin at Henry – he looked like a damn model, the grey suit fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders and he held himself in a way, that few men could boast to do. Zach’s eyes fell on you, widening as he took your appearance in, before narrowing at the man next to you. You grabbed a champagne flute from a passing waiter and tipped the glass to him. He stalked to you as you drank, while Henry bent down to whisper in your ear. “I hope you can act your pretty, little butt off.” You choked on your champagne.

“Y/N. Didn’t think to see you here.” Zach smiled tightly at you, his fingers digging into the side of his girlfriend’s hips – she was staring unabashedly at Henry. “It is my friend’s party, so…” You smiled sweetly. “Henry.” Zach pretty much spat the name out like it caused him great pain to say. “Zachariah.” Henry looked disinterested and tightened his grip on your waist, thumb drawing lazy circles over your dress. “Fancy meeting you here.” “Well, I wouldn’t let my girl come alone, would I?” He smiled at Zach, who seemed to shrink a little under Henry’s eyes. “This is Sophia.” He nodded to the girl, who batted her eyelids at Henry in what you assumed she thought was a coquettish way. It wasn’t. “Hello. I must say, I’m a huge fan of yours.” She extended her hand to Henry, who just looked at it with a raised brow. “Must say, I’m not a huge fan of yours.” He smiled. You snickered into his chest. “Henry.” “What?” he sounded amused. “I’m just being honest, my love.” He kissed your hair again. “So… You two are a thing now?” Zach asked, sneering. “Yeah. God, it was what, two weeks after we split up, right, babe?” You ask him innocently. “Yeah. Officially.” He grinned back at you. You could almost feel Zach’s anger radiating off his body, and Sophia shifted uncomfortably on her feet. “You cheated?” He asked tensely. You cocked your head to the side and narrowed your eyes at him. “I don’t think you’re one to talk about cheating, are you?” You looked at Sophia, who at least had the damn curtesy to look slightly shameful. “Anyway, it’s been nice seeing you. Bye, Zach, Sophie.” You ignored her trying to correct you and walked away with Henry.

You were both laughing loudly as you waited for the car to come and pick you up, having seen Zach glare daggers at you both throughout the night – it had honestly been fun as hell, and you were thankful that Henry came with you. Abby had just shot you a knowing look – not that you were privy to what that was about – when you bid your goodbyes and walked to the end of the garden, sitting down in damp grass.

“God, did you see his face? I’m sure he’ll be seething into the next century.” Henry laughed and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You nodded and snorted. “The man still think he had a claim, I guess. Not anymore.” You grinned back at Henry. “You know what we should do?” He asked, pulling you closer and grabbed your clutch, pulling your phone out. “We should take a picture of us. Kissing. Just to really get him going.” “I, uh…. What?” You asked, a lump in your throat. “Oh, come on! It’ll be great, he’ll finally get it. He definitely hasn’t by now, it would seem.” He glanced at your phone, where several texts from Zach lit up. You managed to read baby a few times. “Ugh.” You rolled your eyes. “You know what, fine.” He grinned and held out your phone in front of him. “Has anyone ever told you that you have weirdly long arms?” You asked, scooting closer to him and wrapping your arm around his waist. Your dress is getting wet from the grass, and the slight chill of it makes goosebumps rise on your bare thighs. “No, but I have been told they’re way too big to be normal.” He said with a grin. “Come on, plant one on me.” You turn and kiss his cheek. “Aw, come on. We have to do that again.” He said exasperated. “What’s wrong with it?” You asked, dumbfounded. “On the cheek? What am I, your grandfather?” He scoffs. “Come on, give me a real kiss. Promise, I won’t make it weird.”

No, he might not, but you just might. Kissing him, here, in the darkness without anyone around, made your heartrate spike and despite being just fine with being friends with him for so long, your suppressed feelings slowly inch themselves closer to the surface at the very thought of kissing him. “Seriously, he won’t believe that.” He finds the picture and you have to agree; it looks to friendly and jovial to be anything more. “Alright, fine, but just…” You gesture wildly with your hands. “I got you.” He angles the phone a little and holds it out, looking at your reflections in the camera with furrowed brows. “Is this a good angle? I don’t want chubby cheeks.” “Like you’d ever get chubby cheeks. You’re chiseled by gods.” You murmur. “Heard that.” He grinned. “Come on, let’s just… We’ll count down.” He looks at you and you exhale deeply. “One… Two… Three.” On three, his lips found yours and you were a goner.

His lips were demanding but soft, gliding with ease across yours. Maybe it was the years of friendship, maybe he just had a special affinity with kissing, but he just knew how you liked it. His lips were perfect against yours, and you sighed into the kiss; he didn’t waste a golden opportunity, and slid his tongue inside of your mouth, letting your tongues tangle with each other. It was definitely longer than what was needed for a picture, but you really didn’t care. Your hands found the nape of his neck and pulled him closer, urgency coloring the kiss. He pulled away with a groan, his chest heaving, and the phone long forgotten in his hand. His eyes were on yours.

“You… That…” He breathed deeply. “That was insane. You felt that, right?” You didn’t have the capacity to talk right now, so you just nodded. “But just in case… We should try again, just to make sure that was insane, really.” “For science, of course.” You said in a voice, that was way breathier than you were used to. “Yeah, science.” He said quickly, slotting his lips over yours again and practically devoured you. You whined against his lips, the lust and desperation definitely leaking from you, but he just groaned, his teeth finding your lip and tugging it gently. His tongue was downright sinful against yours. He pulled away, but rested his forehead against yours, finding your eyes. You were both breathing heavily now, your hands tangled in his hair.

Something snapped inside of the both of you at the same time, and you scrambled to get on his lap, straddling him and pressed your lips against his again. He groaned against you, and you – to your joy – felt something twitch against your thigh. “You’re hard.” You mumbled against his lips, letting your own travel from his to his jawline. “Damn right, it’s fucking hard. Shit, Y/N…” His fingers were holding your waist with bruising force, but you needed more. You rolled your hips again. “I bet you’re wet as hell for me, aren’t you, love? So fucking wet, even without me touching you…” He gasped as you sucked on his neck. You hummed as his grip tightened. “Fuck this, come on.” He stood, lifting you off his lap with ease and grabbed your hand, almost running to a small pavilion on the far end of the garden, leading away from people. You struggled to keep up, your heels digging into the soft grass, and you huffed, stopped and pulled them off. The cold, wet grass felt somewhat calming on you as it hit the soles of your feet. “Come on.” He pulled you under the softly lit pavilion, his lips on yours in an instant again. His hands were desperately bunching your dress up over your hips, and you mewled, when the tip of his finger hit your soaking underwear. He grinned deviously against your lips. “All that already? Darling, I’d think you’ve wanted me for far longer than just…” You shut him up with a kiss. “Shut up and fuck me.” He complied easily, tugging his jacket off and throwing it behind him, before he began unbuttoning his pants, lips still dancing on yours. You were busy trying to get your underwear off without breaking the kiss, but he didn’t care – he pulled away and got on his damn knees, his teeth dragging against your bare skin, until he found the waistband and tugged it down with his teeth, sending you a sinful glance. You grabbed the railing behind you with tense fingers; you had never seen a more erotic sight than Henry on his knees, dragging your soaked underwear down your legs with his fucking teeth. He hummed as your naked folds came to view and he cocked an eyebrow as a question to you. You didn’t answer with words but jumped a little and rested your ass on the – thankfully thick – railing, spreading your legs for him. “Fucking hell, love, look at you…” His mouth slotted over your dripping folds, and you were already seeing stars. His tongue was deviously good at what it did, and when he sucked on your clit, you almost lost your balance. “Henry…” You whined his name, desperate for the release that was building as a tight ache in your entire body. He hummed against you, his hands snaking up to hold your thighs in place, and by proxy, you, before he began relentlessly eating you out. “Come on, darling, don’t hold those pretty, little noises back for me…” he mumbled against your dripping pussy, and the feeling of his stubble scratching against your thighs became your undoing, when it paired with his tongue and lips.

You came with a loud scream of pleasure, the orgasm washing over you – your nipples pebbled, and you grasped his hair, pulling him closer to your core as you rode your orgasm out on his face. He grinned against you, and you moaned loudly. “Good girl… Fuck, you taste fucking amazing, love.” He kissed his way to your face, and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You jumped down and got on your knees in front of him, deftly undoing his pants fully and pushed them down to his ankles.

“Shit…” he groaned when you wrapped your hand around his – honestly, damn beautiful length – and gave it a soft stroke, your eyes locking on his. “Y/N, you… Shit…” he lost his train of thought when you wrapped your lips around the tip, licking a stripe along the slit and collecting the precum on your tongue. You moaned at the taste and rolled your eyes back; fuck, you could get used to this.

You slowly inched down on him, taking as much as you could before you gagged, and he hit the back of your throat. His hands found a home in your hair, grabbing it tightly. “Good girl… Look at you, being so good for me on your knees. You can take more, baby…” he grinned deviously and pushed your head slowly, but surely, down to make you take even more of him. Tears welled in your eyes, and you gagged around him, while spit pooled from your open mouth; it was so fucking hot, your legs trembled. The sounds he made, gave you serious whiplash, trying to keep out and savor every single one. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long… Playing pretend… Shit, Y/N…” He groaned as you swallowed even more of him, your head bopping up and down on his length, depraved sounds filling the air. “was so fucking easy, because I’ve wanted you for so long…” You moved your head with his guidance, swallowing as much you could of him – he was rolling his hips, meeting your face as he thrust against you – you felt him twitch and you sped up. “Shit, fuck, stop… baby, stop, I don’t want to… Y/N…” He moaned, and with willpower you could never possess, he withdrew from your warm mouth, a string of spit connecting you. “Fuck, you are amazing.” He said in awe. You grinned at him, and he grabbed your shoulder, pulling you to your feet. His eyes were wild and dark, and you wanted to be fucking ruined by him, right here, right now. He sat down on a bench next to him, pulling you to his lap; your dress bunched even higher on your hips now, his fingers tightly holding you, and his lips split into a devilish smile. “Let me film us, love… He needs to see what he’s missing out on.” He kissed your neck, drawing small whimpers from you and you rolled your hips, your folds spreading against his hard length. He growled and moved your hips, letting you glide against him in a faster motion. “Let him see what he’s missing, and never getting back, baby…” “Henry…” “You’re mine, darling… Mine…” His lips found yours in a heated kiss and you moaned against his lips. “Yes, fucking… Do whatever you want, just… Fill me, please…” you whined with shaking legs. He grinned and pulled your phone out, placing it in the slots between the boards of the bench, starting a video. “Hey, asshole…” he mumbled, his fingers finding your dripping hole. You whimpered when he began moving them, curling up to hit every single spot, you needed him to. “You’re so wet for me, love… Can’t wait to be inside of you… Fuck…” He rolled his hips as he fucked you with his fingers, his hard cock pressing against your clit. You moaned his name. “Feeling you cum on my cock, filling you up…” “Just fuck me, Henry!” you snarled, desperate for him to fill you with his cock. He chuckled darkly.

  “As you wish, baby.” You whined when his fingers left you, but moments later, your head lolled back and he had you hold you up with his large hands on your back, as he entered you swiftly – he was big, stretching you deliciously. He groaned as you clenched down on him, and his resolve broke in the second, your fingers tugged his hair.

He growled and his head found the crook of your neck, his breath fanning over your collarbone and he began fucking up into you; you were meeting his thrusts, the wet sounds of you filling the warm night air. You were pulsing around him, his cock dragging against your walls and his head hitting your g-spot over and over. “Your pussy is dripping for me, love… You’re taking me so well, look at you…” He grinned against your skin. “My cock splitting you completely, my good girl taking me so well…” His praise made you moan even louder, and you bit your lip to hold it back. “Don’t hold back, baby, let everyone know… Fuck… How well you’re being fucked…” He growled and angled his hips a little more, hitting you deeper than you thought possible. “Let everyone hear those pretty, little sounds you make for me…” You moaned loudly. “I don’t care… Oh, god… Who hears you, baby, I need everyone to know who you belong to…” Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere, his voice toppling you over the edge; you came hard around him, your pussy clenching down on his hard length, and he sped up, letting you feel every inch of him as you came undone around him. He fucked you with reckless abandon, trying to reach his own high. “Tell me. Tell me who you belong to, baby…” He moved his head from your neck and looked at you, his hand wrapping around your throat as he fucked you deeply. “H-henry… Fuck, I belong… T-to you…” Your voice was broken now, and he groaned as your walls fluttered again. “You want to cum again, love? Soak my cock, huh?” He hissed. “Cum with me, love, fuck…” you let go when he tightened his grip on your neck tightened and he threw any caution to the wind, fucking you as hard as he could, his own orgasm hitting seconds after yours.

He filled you with hot ropes of cum, warming you inside out, and you both moaned loudly, gripping each other as tightly as you could, as you came down from your highs. He peppered kisses along your neck and rubbed soothing circles on bare thighs. You kissed him lazily and he smiled against your lips, his fingers fumbling for the phone. You watched him turn the video off.

“I’m not sharing that with anyone.” He mumbled. “That belongs to me and you, love.” You chuckled and kissed him again, slowly getting off him. He hissed and you moaned as he slipped out from you. “Don’t even bother with your underwear.” He said happily, as he closed his pants and kissed your neck. “Why?” you asked, following his fingers as he grabbed your panties and pocketed them. He wrapped his arm around you and as you walked down to the waiting car (when did it even come?) you felt his spend slowly coat your thighs. It made you whine a little. “Oh, darling…” He opened the door for you and kissed you before flashing you a deadly smile. “Don’t think for one second, I’m done with you.” He got in himself, and his large hand came to rest on your thigh, his long fingers drawing circles in his own spend on your thighs. “Samuel, can you take us to my house, please?”

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[3raaaachachacha]

7:09 pm

Sim Jaeyun x female reader / 640 words / angst / fluff / smut

Warnings: mentions of discomfort & insecurities, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

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Seeing Jake was starting to become near impossible. It was heavy schedules for Jake since his comeback and you were preparing for your exams, meaning there was little to no time to be around each other. Of course you called and texted non stop, but it was different. You just wanted to be close to him, have him hold you and help you relieve some stress.

You finally had the same weekend off, and Jake made sure to paid a visit with takeout in hand. Although, it was barely acknowledged as you brought him in for a messy kiss, needing to feel his hands all over you.

"God, it's so good to see you," You mumbled breathlessly against his lips, "I was about to lose it if I didn't see you this weekend."

Jake chuckled, holding you tightly before pulling you towards your bedroom, hitting a ray of items along the way since neither of you could pull away. Once you reached the bedroom, clothes already discarding throughout the halls, Jake pushed you onto the bed so that you were on your hands and knees.

"I'm glad I came to," He sighed with a smirk, dropping to his knees to lick at your already drenched pussy, "Jerking off to the thought of you wasn’t cutting it anymore. I needed to touch you."

You whimpered in acknowledgement before tangling your hands into his hair as he began to eat you out. Though, it was short lived as he stood up abruptly and lined his cock with your entrance.

"Fuck," You mumbled once he bottomed out and began to thrust in your dripping core. As much as you loved moments like these, right now you needed more. His thrusts were slow, trying to get the two of you used to it before you spoke up.

"Jake, I don't like this position," You mumbled quietly, feeling shy for even mentioning it and maybe even hoping he didn't hear.

He stopped at your words, noticing some sort of discomfort before pulling out and holding you against his front, "What? Why's that babe?"

You sighed in frustration, hating yourself for getting like this in the middle of sex, "I don't know," You answered truthfully, "I just want to look at you. It's been weeks. I miss your face.”

Turning you to face him, he smiled lovingly at you before planting a kiss to your nose, "Why didn't you say something sooner, baby?"

Shrugging your shoulders at him, you let Jake lean forward and pull you into a sweet kiss. Hands wrapped around your body as he slowly laid you flush against the mattress before moving to press kisses all over your exposed skin.

"Fuck baby," He groaned against your skin, "You're so beautiful. So beautiful and all mine."

"Mmh," You moaned once he began to line his cock with your entrance, "This is so much better."

Smiling in satisfaction, Jake pressed a tender kiss to your lips before pushing into you and thrusting slowly until you told him to go faster. Once the two of you found a pace, his free hand wouldn't leave your skin, traveling from your breasts to your clit in the hopes of getting you over the edge.

It didn't take the two of you long before you were coming, moans and whimpers filling the room and the sound of skin slapping echoed. Jake pulled out of you carefully, watching the way your mixed cum spilled from your core before chuckling to himself and pulling you into his side.

"Well," He breathed out, "That was way better than jerking off alone."

Laughing in amusement, you pulled the duvet to cover your bodies before snuggling into his side, “I’m glad you found that entertaining because I’m not done with you yet. We still have a lot of time to make up for.”

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- Admin 🌶️

[juanarc-thethird]

Pyrrha is Getting Bold 5

Warning this is a 18+ stuff

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At Team's JNPR room after clases.

Pyrrha: What did you say?

Jaune: *Nervous* I think we should stop having sex for a while.

Pyrrha: No, I wont allow it.

Jaune: But Pyrrha, we have exams coming up. We need time to study.

Pyrrha: We can do both at the same time. Like we did in the library the other day. You are also doing well in your classes so far and we "do it" every day.

Jaune: I know but-

Pyrrha: NO BUTS. Now take off your pants.

Jaune: What if I don't want to?

Pyrrha: Take. off. your pants.

Jaune takes off his pants, leaving only his underwear.

Jaune: *Smirk* Happy?

Pyrrha: Very funny mister. Take off your underwear, now.

Jaune takes off his underwear and this time he has a black rectangle covering his member.

Jaune: *smiles*

Pyrrha: *Angry* I see, if you're going to act like a child then I'll treat you like one.

She grabs him and throws him onto his bed.

Jaune: Wait Pyrrha I was joking!

She didn't listen. She then used her semblance to move a pair of handcuffs that were in her drawer. She uses them to trap Jaune in bed. She then climbed onto the bed and sat between his crotch. She grabs it with her hand and starts jerking it.

Jaune: Ahh~ Pyrrha, please wait, Fuck~

Pyrrha: Don't argue with me misters, this is your punishment.

Jaune: I was just... Fuck me~ I was just thinking... Ahh~ that our relationship could be.. Mmm~ It could be less physical and more emotional.... Fuck~

Pyrrha: *Blushing* Oh Jaune~ Why didn't you say that? I was worried that you didn't want to spend more time with me.

Jaune: It's ok, can we stop?

Pyrrha: Nop, After what you said I want to play more with you. *opens mouth* Ahh~

She then took his entire member in her mouth and began to taste it. She moves her other hand to help her pump him while she sucks and licks the tip of his cock. Jaune looks down and sees the predatory gaze of his girlfriend. He then she feels his cock getting bigger.

Pyrrha: Oh my~ Do you like to see me sucking your dick?

Jaune just blushes at the comment.

Pyrrha: Jaune~ If you don't tell me I may stop~

Jaune: I like...I like it when you suck my cock.

Pyrrha: Good boy, that deserves a reward.

She then takes her hands off his cock and backs away. When she had enough space, she placed both hands at the base of his member and began licking his cock from bottom to top. She licks every inch of it. She made sure that every part of it was clean. At the tip, she begins to play with it with her tongue. She then felt her cock twitch.

Pyrrha: Are you going to cum?~ Please cum for me.

Without warning, she placed both hands on his lap and started sucking on his entire member. She moved at a quick pace, taking every inch of him. Jaune was fighting against the pleasure, he didn't want to give in so quickly. But Pyrrha doesn't like that, he likes to see him cum. She likes the look on his face after he releases his seed, how he buckled her hips with every rope of cum. It was one of the things that turned her on the most. She decided to go faster, to literally face fuck herself on his cock.

Jaune: Oh Fuck, Pyrrha!~

She loves it when he says her name. She keeps on sucking him, she can feel her cock about to explode on her. She keeps going and going, not caring how much Jaune fights. So Jaune tries to stop her by trying to move his hips away from her.

Jaune: Pyrrha wait! I'm about to Cum!

She doesn't like that. Forcefully she pushes both arms to keep his hips in place and in one motion she took his entire member into her mouth, all the way down her throat.

Jaune: Oh FucK~

He came in her mouth. Strings and strings of cum shot up the back of her throat. Pyrrha loved it, the look of pleasure on his face, the way his cock twitched with each release of semen, it was the best. She held his cock in her mouth until he finished. Once that happens, she slowly moves her head up while still taking every drop of cum with her. At the tip, she stops and sucks up all the debris left on the tip. She then stop and got on top of Jaune. She opened her mouth to show him the amount of semen that she was able to contain, and that it didn't reach her stomach. She closes her mouth and swallows it.

Pyrrha: *Opens her mouth* Ahh~ Thank you for the meal.

Jaune just looks at her blushing. His member got back up from the show Pyrrha put on and smacked her butt.

Pyrrha: Oh!~ You still want more?~ *giggles* Good, I also want some more.

He then stood up on the bed and began to remove her skirt. Jaune just look at her. She moves her hips slowly and lets her skirt fall to her ankles. She then starts to take off her underwear. As she does that, Jaune can see a trail of clear liquid coming out of her sex. He just looks at her with excitement.

Pyrrha: You like what you see?~

Jaune: *dumbstruck* You are so Beautiful

Pyrrha: *giggles* Thank you.

Then she sits on his stomach while his member touches her butt. She then opens his jacket, tears off his vest, and unbuttons his dress shirt. Once his chest was exposed, she began to touch him and kiss his neck.

Jaune: Pyrrha~ Can you take the handcuffs off me, please?

Pyrrha: Nop, I want you to stay where you are just a little longer. *kisses him passionately*

As they kiss, she grabs his member from underneath and aligns it with her sex. She then falls slowly on top of him, feeling his penis spread her open.

Jaune: Oh Fuck~

Pyrrha: Ahh~

Slowly, she began to move back and forth, grinding his member.

Pyrrha: Fuck~ It feel so good~

Jaune: Pyrrha, please. Set me free, I want to touch you.

Pyrrha: Not yet, Ahh~

She then starts bouncing on him. The sound of skin hitting each other was filling the room.

Pyrrha: Yes~ That's it~ Ahh~

Jaune: Rrgg~ Fuck~ Please Pyrrha. Just set me free.

Pyrrha: Not yet~

She quickens her hip movement. She put her hands on his chest for support and started bouncing her ass on his waist. While she felt pleasure, Jaune was getting annoyed that he couldn't touch her.

Jaune: I'm sorry Pyrrha, but you leave me no choice.

He pulled his arms as hard as possible and broke the handcuffs. This caught Pyrrha off guard, but it was a great opportunity for Jaune to attack. He grabs her butt and drives his hips up like a jackhammer.

Pyrrha: Jaune! Calm down! Ahh~

Jaune: *With an intimidating voice* No, This is your punishment

Pyrrha: (that was hot)

Jaune keeps fucking her like he's mad, and Pyrrha loved it. It's the first time he's seen her boyfriend so angry at her during sex, and she doesn't care.

Pyrrha: Fuck me, Jaune! Punish me! I'm almost there!~

Jaune: *grabs her hair* Really? Then let me help you. *and kiss her*

Without warning, he released his seed inside her. The feeling was so good that she came too.

Pyrrha: Oh fuck! Is too much. I think I may end up pregnant~ (I hope)

Pyrrha was trying to catch her breath, thinking that it was all over. She was wrong and she was happy to be. Jaune pushes her back without taking his cock out of her and gets on top of her. He puts her legs on his knees and his arms on either side of the bed around her waist.

Pyrrha: Wait! I'm not ready! Ahh~

Jaune: I told you, this is your punishment

He just fucks her while the cum keeps coming out of her pussy.

Pyrrha: JAune~

With one of his arms he lifts her up and kisses her.

Jaune: I love you.

Pyrrha: I love you too~

Jaune moves both arms and grabs her waist. As he does this, he just whispers "I love you" over and over in her ear. He moves his hips faster and faster with each whisper. Pyrrha can't hold it anymore. She's about to cum. She locks her legs behind him and hugs him tightly.

Pyrrha: Breed me till I break!~ Just fuck me silly and don't stop!~ Don't stop please~

Jaune: Oh Fuck!!

Jaune releases his seed inside her again.

Pyrrha: YEs!~ Dump it all in me!~

Her womb was overflowing with semen, you can even see a pool of cum forming under them.

Pyrrha: You came so much~ *kiss him* I love you~ Let's clean this up, ok~ Just help me sit up and-mmphh!

Without warning, Jaune kisses her, grabs her legs ,and pulls her into a mating press. Jaune wasn't done with her and she loved it.

Moments later in Pyrrha's bed

Pyrrha and Jaune were cuddling under the covers, resting after a great moment of passion.

Pyrrha: *smiling* I take it you'll have to sleep in my bed while we clean yours?

Jaune: *teasing* Don't you want me to sleep in the same bed with you?

Pyrrha: What? no no no, I didn't say that

Jaune: *chuckles* I'm just playing with you. I love you. *kiss her*

Pyrrha: I love you too.

The couple enjoys the rest of the day relaxing with each other without a care in the world. Nothing can ruin this moment, not even the girls from the RWBY team who were spying from the beginning without them noticing.

[goldentsum]

— oh my empress: aoba johsai palace

CHARACTERS: oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

TAGS: suggestive themes, smut, angst, historical au where women have the ‘superior’ status, pet names, ‘cheating’ but is it really cheating tho? idk empress x concubines have such confusing relationship status, unrequited love, dom-ish! empress! reader, concubine! males, praising

ROUTE: aoba johsai palace: you are here. 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this idea was lurking in my mind every single day so i tried to write it HAHAHAHA very angsty tho. unedited bleghhh :p 

— oikawa ♡

• a clingy concubine!! he fr thinks that yall should just make it official official so that he can stand by you in the throne room as your one and only man 

• he’ll talk smack about the other concubines. it’s canon.

• also, oikawa knows all the gossip in the palace

• oikawa always tells you that he loved you even when you two were younger and no one can ever love you like he loves you

• when he was younger, his mother is one of the officials in court and the woman always brought him along

• and before he knew it, it was normal for him to go to court with his mother. 

• oh how he remembers it clearly. you in that soft white kimono, smiling brightly as you giggle, while your handmaidens gently pushing you on the swing. your perfectly adorned hair framing your pretty face. 

• you were so beautiful and oikawa just can’t help but know you. though as a male, it would be proven difficult, but his mother was one of the officials and tried to talk to you

• oikawa thought at first that you were a child of another official too and to his big surprise, you were the crown princess! 

• you still tease him to this day about how cocky he was at first, trying to impress you. 

• he loves it when you spend time with him and go to his room for procreating...

• it always feels like you’ve chosen him. chose him to spend your limited free time with him among your many concubines 

• maybe in the future, he can be your prince like you are his glowing empress.

“your highness, i’m really happy that you’re here...” he hic-ed, his lips trembling as he looked up at you with a red blush on his face. his once immaculate kimono draped his body loosely while you run your hands up and down his chest, admiring the milky and soft skin. 

you smiled at him and leaned down, placing a small kiss on his forehead making him gasp. you softly whispered against his skin, “i’m here, sweet prince” 

oikawa whimpered softly, heart beating harshly at the sweet pet name as tears pricked his eyes. your hands trailed down his stomach, feeling his clenching muscles. you leaned further down, trailing hot wet kisses on his neck, and slowly started grinding on top of him. 

the pretty male gasped, his hands flying up to wrap his arms around you. you chuckled at his reaction and the prominent hard-on that was nudging your thigh. 

“such a cute reaction you have, sweet prince~” you teased, your hot breath hitting oikawa’s sensitive neck. you let your hand go to his hair, running through the messy tresses and your nails scratching his scalp gently. oikawa’s eyes rolled to his skull and letting his head hung back, giving you more space to his neck. his hips jerking when you continued the slow and agonizing pace of your grinding. 

“p-please... y-your highness... touch me more..” he whispered, the massive blush on his skin so delectable. you smiled and faced him. oikawa’s half-lidded eyes stared at you with love and need. you placed a soft kiss on his lips making him moan. the kiss turned messy and hot in an instant. 

oikawa opened his mouth, letting your slick tongue in. you swallowed his moans when you started playing with his tongue and your fingers thumbing his nipples. his kimono rustled and crumpled as you moved it off his shoulders. 

tooruu loves you so much that it hurts. your soft touch wasn’t making it easier for him to deny you. he tried to shove the feelings he had for you but whenever you smiled at him, it starts to build up again. 

it was as easy as that. you had him wrapped around your fingers and you don’t even know. 

his hands clenching your red kimono as if he were to loosen even just a bit, you’d disappear. just like before...

— iwaizumi ♡

• an intellectual concubine who deals with affairs in court!

• the other concubines are scared of him! 

• but he doesn’t know that so shhh! this baby thinks that they’re just shy and just didn’t know him so they talk to him

• iwaizumi wants to be useful to you. not just a baby maker who comes and goes. 

• he never intended to fall in love with you. he really didn’t. he became a concubine because oikawa dragged him into it when the former was up for the exam. 

• iwaizumi relented because he thought if he’s at court, he can do something about the oppression that was happening around towards males. 

• he wants to change it and he thought that he was just a mere concubine in your court so he can do something about it without having to deal with you. you were an empress that embraced and welcomed many men in your court. 

• though, he didn’t know how much he was able to feel so loved when he met you. 

• so his objective changed, though only a little. he wants to be called as your lover that changed the views of society. 

• but he admits that there was a lot of competition in court. most especially for your affection and attention. iwaizumi saw a lot of other males ruining and fighting when you were not present. 

• but he won’t participate in it, he won’t stoop so low. though when another concubine started telling lies about you having favorites and being unfair, he mayhaps fought talked with him. 

“y-your majesty! we can’t do this here!” iwaizumi gasped, placing a shaky hand on your arm as you pressed him against the shelves of your private library

you chuckled and leaned against him, trailing kisses with your lips on his neck. you felt him shiver when you placed a wet kiss on his pulse while your hands groped and caressed his body through his thick kimono. 

“why not?~” you asked, biting his ear. iwaizumi gasped, his knees buckling a bit while he supported himself on the shelf. iwaizumi always tells you that you shouldn’t waste your time with him. he was so different from the usual concubines in your court. he wasn’t pretty nor delicate like them... but that what makes him so addicting to you. 

“i think you deserve a break, sweetie~ i heard all about your accomplishment in my court. may i say how impressed i am” you cooed and leaned a bit to face him. you looked him straight in his eyes making him a little shy at your unwavering gaze that was filled with adoration. 

iwaizumi closed his eyes tightly and hugged you, hiding his warm face in your neck. it was inappropriate to just hug the empress like this and normally, he wouldn’t do this but he just felt so much in the moment. 

he made you proud. you’re proud of him. it was all for you. you. 

iwaizumi heard you chuckled, feeling the light vibration through his clothes. he felt you lean away and he let you. you pressed your forehead against his, caressing his warm red cheek. “you worked hard, hajime” 

the man whimpered and pressed a hard and needy kiss on your lips as you hummed in approval. he let you guide him through the kiss as your tongue slithered in his cavern, playing with his tongue. 

god, you tasted so good. your lips felt heavenly against him. if he can, he’ll kiss you forever. 

your hand trailed up to his hair, massaging his scalp and he moaned into the kiss. you felt the hard nudge against your thigh which make you smirk, as much as you can while kissing. 

you then jutted your leg between his, your thigh pressing against his hard-on. iwaizumi gasped, holding onto you. 

he looked into you and he shivered when he saw your dark gaze as your eyes swirled with lust. 

before he can do anything, a voice called out from the door outside. “your highness? the court awaits for you in the throne room” 

you sighed in annoyance but slowly removed your body away from iwaizumi which made the male whine unconsciously at the lost of your heat. you smiled at him and held his face, swiping your thumb lightly against his pink lips. “i’ll see you later, sweets~” and went out of the library, leaving him alone in silence and with his thoughts. 

the male sighed.

hajime knows he can’t make you love him like he loves you but that’s okay. as long as he gets to be by your side, it’s okay. it really was okay... to be able to hold you was a miracle for him and he ended up loving you way too much. 

not many would remember him and his work in your court but he wishes something more than anything else.

when all of these moments pass and he’s all but a grain in the wide earth, he hopes that the world can remember how much he loved you. 

— matsukawa ♡

• mattsun doesn’t know how he got in your court tbh

• he was just lounging around his estate then his mother slammed his door open and told him he’s gonna be a concubine for the empress

• at first he doesn’t know what to feel cus a concubine? for the empress? him? fr? 

• though when he met you, you were kinda intimidating tbh. he was nervous because he knows the status of men in court and in society in general. 

• but when he found out that you were chill about it and actually cared about him well them? 

• he mayhaps softened

• mattsun is usually seen in the garden with makki, just talking shit about some desperate concubines they see around

• when you started visiting him in the palace he resides in with the other 3, he thought he was sick with how fast his heart was beating.

• he never really paid any attention to other women, finding them annoying with how boasty they get about their status whenever he’s in a match-making visit.

• but you talked to him like he was a human being, like you see him for him and not his status in society. 

• when mattsun gets comfortable, he’s very tease-y because he likes hearing you laugh. call him whipped but he doesn’t care. 

• he wants to see your bright eyes looking at him. him. just him. your smile sent towards his way. 

• when you consummated that one night for the first time, he got overwhelmed with the way you were soft and let him lead though still maintaining your aura of authority. 

• whenever he thinks about that night, the butterflies in his stomach starts again. mattsun would thank his mother right now if he can for letting him have the opportunity to meet you and to actually hold you. 

you chuckled when he started pecking your face with multiple kisses as his larger body pressed against yours, pinning you down in the soft and thick futon in his room in the palace. 

“still so clingy, issei~” you teased but the male only hummed with a small and warm smile on his lips while he continues to litter your face and neck with his kisses. you felt his warm hands touch your skin softly, the feeling of his soft hands on your body always made you feel a little softer. 

you reached up and held his face, squishing it so that his lips were all pouty. you laughed at his expression and kissed his lips. 

mattsun could feel it again. the butterflies in his stomach. the harsh beating of his heart. he hoped that you wouldn’t hear it. he wants to maintain this calm and apathetic that goes with the flow kind of vibe. 

if you knew how much he loved you, he doesn’t know what he would do. these feelings were too much for the young man. 

mattsun wants to be with you all the time, he wants to feel you all the time. to have and to hold you. 

when you released your hold on his face to run your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, he started kissing you deeper. 

he swiped his tongue on your bottom lip, asking for permission. you hummed and opened your mouth which he eagerly accepted. 

his hands then held your thighs, squeezing and fondling the thick meat. matsukawa groaned into the kiss when you wrapped your legs around his waist, making his groin press against your heat. at the small action, he started kissing you more feverishly, his hands touching every skin and starting to remove your kimono. 

so needy. desperate even. to touch you. to feel you again. to sink into the delusion that you two were two lovesick couple in your own small little world. 

you chuckled, albeit muffled by matsukawa’s lips still working against yours, you let your legs drop from his waist making him whine and break the kiss in confusion. 

“i thought we were finished and you’re letting me go back?” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely. issei rolled his eyes playfully, though he knows he shouldn’t but you just felt so familiar and you make him sp comfortable in your presence that it scared him a little because he does all sorts of things. 

“i am~ but you’re making it a little harder than usual, my empress” he teased back, bumping his nose against yours while his lazy smirk that you loved so much appeared in his lips. 

“am i?~” you bit back, replying with your own smirk. mattsun let his eyes drop and go to your lips. mesmerized by it. it was so red. so beautiful. so soft. so kissable. 

“well you have to let me go, issei. you hogged me for the whole day, needy~” you poked his cheek which he bit playfully making you chuckle. mattsun let go of your finger and placed a small kiss on it. “well, i am your favorite right? i have the right to take your time~” he teased again

“of course” you whispered, stroking his face. mattsun’s eyes softened at that and leaned closer to your hands. 

“i have to go, issei...” his lazy smirk wavered a bit at your words but he straightened it. fortunately for him, you didn’t noticed. 

mattsun nodded and sat up, letting you sit up too. you pressed a soft kiss on his lips and fixed your kimono and hair to look presentable as you leave. 

you stood up and was about to go out but a large hand held yours. you looked down at him and smiled, squeezing his hand before letting go and going out

he watched you exit his room, his heart clenching painfully. issei let out a shaky breath and held his forehead, chuckling pathetically. 

it was painful to see you come and go. it was his fault for feeling like this, not yours... it’s his fault for falling in love with you, the empress, when he’s just a mere concubine in your court.

he cursed and gripped his chest, where his heart was. 

he dreaded this and he knows that there would be a time where he’ll see a man by your side. and all he can do is wish that it was him that you chose.

— hanamaki ♡

• he’s a chill concubine

• makki just hangs around here and there, not minding any of the loud concubines when they’re in your palace. 

• he also doesn’t do anything to capture your attention but weirdly enough that made you intrigued

• his soft pink hair was always your favorite. you always tell him this that he had the prettiest hair you’ve seen. that it was so unique and whenever all of your concubines are in your court, you can spot him easily.

• makki being the middle child with two sisters mean that there was barely attention given to him in his household. 

• so the male wasn’t familiar with compliments and gets a little too shy when he receives it. and especially from you? the empress, the most powerful woman in the country? 

• his father brought him up when his mother took his sisters with her. 

• he remembers the muffled shout, “i don’t need a good for nothing male!” 

• hanamaki doesn’t really care anymore, deciding to isolate himself but his father was ambitious.

• his father pushed him to the empress, telling him to get ahead. that he can raise their status. he was the shining hope for the two of them. 

• makki didn’t know what to do when he first came to your court but you were there to ease his nerves though he’d admit he thought you were a guard from the way you dressed. you loved sneaking around, wearing different uniforms. though makki had his suspicions because there was no way a guard could look so beautiful..

• may the gods help him. he was falling in love with you. and fast. 

this was bad. really bad. but he can’t stop. not now. not now that he has experienced what it was like to be in your arms. to feel your lips against his. 

but the guilt was slowly eating him away. mattsun, his best friend, loved you and takahiro promised to help the former with you but here he was. warming your bed, stroking every skin he could touch. 

“what’s wrong, cherry blossom?” you asked, breath heavy from his actions. makki leaned his head against your thigh, looking at you. you’re so beautiful. 

your eyes half-lidded, chest heaving heavy pants from your previous orgasm as your red lips curled into a breathless smile.

you run your fingers through his hair, looking at him with confusion. makki let out an amused sigh and shook his head, pushing down any guilt that he felt. 

he doesn’t want to remember that. he doesn’t want to be reminded. right now he wants to focus on you. you. nothing else but loving you. 

“nothing, my queen” he hummed and leaned closer to your wet cunt again, tongue swiping against the puffy clit making you shiver at the sensitivity. you sighed, eyes rolling back to your skull as makki gently sucked and licked you. 

you gripped his hair, hips jutting against his mouth. makki hummed against you, his cock twitching excitedly, as his actions got faster when he saw that you were ready for more. oh, how he lives to please you. 

to see you come undone before his eyes was truly heavenly. 

but takahiro knew this was a bad idea. he didn’t want to do this to his best friend... he knew that issei loves you... but here he was, enjoying your every touch, every affection, and every moan your pretty lips releases. 

if he can redo everything and decline his father’s wishes and honor his friend’s feelings, he knows what he'll do... 

he would be here again and again, waiting for you. 

[cayofdreams]

Relieving Their Sleepy Stiffy~

~A Mini Fic Collection~

(Feat. Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, and Katsuki Bakugou)

Summary: self-explanatory really

Words: approx. 1k per character; 3.3k total

Rating: 🌊 Explicit, Smut 

Warnings: somnophilia, oral (giving), hand job (giving), humping/grinding, the ruining of clothes with pre-cum 🤪

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Eijirou Kirishima – Stiff Muscle Massage

You and Kirishima had both passed out on the bed after coming back home from an intense workout at the gym. Usually the two of you would make protein smoothies and watch a bit of reality TV but something about that new leg workout really took a toll on you both. You had been asleep for about 30 minutes before waking up next to a still sleeping Kirishima. Tracing your fingers along his bare chest, you admired his well-formed pectoral and ab muscles. He really had to have had the best body of all the previous boyfriends you’d been with.

As you placed your head on his chest, you continued to trace along his stomach, his body subconsciously twitching due to touching him in ticklish areas. Your eyes started to feel heavy again at his peaceful heartbeat before you saw something intriguing through your fuzzy vision. It seemed not everything of Kirishima’s body was sore and drained from the recent workout.

You giggled at him before sliding your body down so your head was now resting on his thigh, right beside his pitched tent. Softly petting over his clothed length, you placed soft kisses on his hips and thigh. His soft grunts egged you on, so you got on your forearms and laid your torso right between his legs. You hovered over his crotch, letting your hot breath warm him underneath.

“Does my baby need a post-workout massage?” You placed pecks over his clothed hardness as your fingers traced him up and down. “I’ll take care of you, Kiri~”. Sucking over his pants, you let your saliva soak through the fabric, causing Kirishima’s cock to grow stiffer by the increasing wetness. You grazed your teeth over him admiring the sleepy whimpers he made from above. Eventually you were able to taste the salty pre-cum seeping through his pants which let you know it was time for the next stage.

You slowly pulled down his pants, stopping whenever it seemed like he was about to wake up. He worked so hard today so you wanted to make sure he was completely relaxed through his oral massage. When you were able to lower his pants enough, his cock sprung free and bounced against his abs, already shining with your saliva and his pre-cum. You took the base of his cock between your thumb and middle finger and glided your tongue up and down his shaft. You made sure he stayed asleep by pausing when his groans got too loud.

Periodically keeping your eyes on his face, you took his tip in your mouth and slithered the bottom of your tongue over his slit. You felt the vein in his cock bulge against your thumb and you let out little moans to create stimulating vibrations. When it seemed his body got used to those movements, you lowered your head letting the tip of his cock graze against the back of your throat. He was a little big but after much practice you were able to take more and more of him in your mouth without gagging. Judging by the moans leaving him, it seemed he appreciated that.

Pretty soon, Kirishima’s cock was smothered in your saliva as you bobbed your head up and down. You swept the hair out of your face, becoming entranced by his throbbing cock and harsh grunts. You tasted more of his pre-cum filling your mouth and the taste made you feel wet underneath your shorts. But you wanted to focus primarily on your tired boyfriend so you left your underwear to collect your horny essences for now. Becoming so entranced with Kirishima’s meaty cock, you didn’t notice him waking up until you felt his hands caressing your head.

“Whatcha doin, babe?” His voice was raspy from his groggy state as he lifted his head to get a better view. His voice seemed to resonate through his cock and you felt the vibrations on your tongue. You popped his cock out of your mouth to which his face twitched at the feeling.

“I’m giving you a post-workout massage.” You licked and sucked at his frenulum. His eyes squinted at the intense pleasure on the area. “Do you feel good?”

Before letting him properly answer, you sunk his cock back in your mouth, letting yourself deep throat him. Constricting your throat muscles, you made sure he could get the same feelings as being inside your tight pussy. If not better. You breathed through your nose as you swallowed his cock to the base, sticking out your tongue so that its tip gently tickled over his balls.

“F-fuck yeah, babe. Feels fucking amazing…” His fingers gripped gently at your hair as he savored in your athletic tongue. “Please don’t stop. Fuck!”

Popping him out of your mouth again, you made spit bubbles on his cock as you looked up at his flustered face. “Don’t worry, baby. Just relax and focus on feeling good, okay?”  

He simply nodded as he let his head plop back onto the bed. He felt your pools of saliva drip onto his tip before you slurped it back into your mouth. The wet sounds you were making brought him closer to the edge. “Shit Y/N, m-move your head. I’m gonna cum!”

Still working your tongue on him, you slurpily replied. “Jush leh it ouh, babe~ I can chake it.” You sucked vivaciously at the upper end of his shaft, while your hand messily stroked the bottom. The copious amount of saliva flung over his thighs as you jerked him. “I wann yor cumm, baby~”

“Fuck!” Kirishima cursed as wads of his cum spurt down your throat. His grip on your hair tightened as you kept sucking the cum out of him. You didn’t swallow it, instead slurping it around his head creating more wet stimulations for him. “Shit, Y/N! Oh my god…”

Slipping his cock form your mouth after he was done, you lifted your head so he could see you swish his cum with the saliva in your mouth. Almost as if you were savoring it like a sweet wine. You made a loud gulp as you slowly swallowed all of it, looking lustfully into his eyes. “Mmm~ so thick, Eiji.”

Kirishima could’ve came again from the little show you just performed. He licked his lips as he grabbed at your arms, pulling you forward so he could now grip at your thighs. 

“I think its only right for me, as a man, to return the favor. Come sit on my tongue, babe.”

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Denki Kaminari – Mutual Study Break

You were helping Kaminari with his studying in your room, going over his last exam trying to help him better understand the questions he got wrong. It was a bit taxing because at first you didn’t know how to explain certain things, but eventually you were able to break down the question in a way that made it more understandable. In a way, helping him helped you as well since having to explain a complex problem to someone really tests your own knowledge of the material. After about an hour or so, it seemed Kaminari was growing tired of looking at the exam material and he plopped his head down on the coffee table.

“Y/N~ I need a break.” He let out with an exhausted sigh, closing his eyes. He looked kind of cute being so sleepy after a nice study session but you were determined to help him improve.

“C’mon Denki, I really want you to learn this.” Stroking your finger along his cheek, you heard a faint grumble at your request.

“Please~ just 10 minutes, I swear.”

Before you could even reply you heard a soft snore purring from him and you couldn’t help but just give in to his adorableness. You leaned down to his lips and gave them a small kiss.

“Only because you’re cute, okay.” You softly whispered, making sure your voice didn’t disturb his nap. Pleased with his sleeping face, you pulled out your phone and started scrolling through social media.

As you caught up on various hero topics, you lost track of time and realized it had been 30 minutes since you let Kaminari rest his tired brain. Gently rubbing your hand along his back, you tried to wake him up.

“Denki, wake up. There’s only a little bit left to go.”

“Hnnggh…” His eyebrows twitched at your voice but he was still sound asleep. You decided to lean down into his ear and whisper to him.

“Denk- heh?” That’s when you noticed his reddened cheeks and strained facial expression. You thought he might be sick, so you placed your hand on his forehead to check if his body temperature was warmer than normal. It seemed fine though, but you were still a bit concerned. Until you heard him whimpering your name in his sleep.

“Haahnn~ Y/N- feels so good…”

It didn’t take you too long to realize that he was having a wet dream- and starring you no less. It made you kind of happy that your boyfriend was a simp for you asleep just as much as he was when awake. So being the flattered and concerned girlfriend you were, you peeked under the table to see if he were having any other reactions. Unsurprisingly, you saw a nice tent being pitched underneath his jogger pants.

“Aww, Charge Bolt needs de-stressing, huh?” You dipped your hand under the table and rubbed along his clothed erection, smirking at his whiney, but sleepy reply. Kissing along his red cheeks, you placed more pressure on his growing cock and before long you felt the seeping of his pre-cum through his pant fabric. You rubbed it between your fingertips, chuckling at how much he was leaking despite his sleeping state. “No wonder you couldn’t focus, Denki.”

“Y/N~ Inside…” A bit of saliva drooled out of his lips at his whimper and onto his notebook. You wiped it up with your thumb before slipping your hand in his pants, smearing it on his tip with his abundant pre-cum.

“You can’t come inside, baby. You haven’t finished studying.” You continued to press chaste kisses along Kaminari’s face as you stroked up and down his shaft. The increasing amount of pre-cum made you able to stroke at faster and faster paces, allowing you to hear louder and cuter moans leave his sleeping lips.

“Hnnmmgh~ Y/N...”

The lewd adorableness of it all made you slick between the hips yourself, so you spread one of your legs across him and slipped your free hand down your shorts and panties. Flattening your fingers around your pussy lips, you circled around your clit, smearing your juices all over your inner thighs. Eventually you increased your pace to be equivalent to the hand stroking your boyfriend’s cock. “Ahhnn~ Denki, you make me feel good even when you’re sleeping.”

“…Y/N~ gonna cum...” More slobber fell from his lips as his breathing became more labored. His hips started to subconsciously thrust into your hand, trying to chase his dream-filled high. Apparently, his body was too stimulated because you were soon met with his golden irises. “Y/N...Y/N~!” He raised his head and gripped at your arm that was heartedly pumping at his cock. “Oh fuck!”

“Hahh…You had a sleepy boner, babe. You must’ve worked so hard while studying~” You continued to simultaneously jerk and flick with your hands while gazing at Kaminari’s extremely flustered face.

“I-Its because the way you were sitting with those s-shorts on! Your thighs are so gorgeous, Y/N!” He gasped as you lowered your hands to tighten around his base.

“Just my thighs though?” You feigned an innocently upset expression as you held his cock hostage in your hand.

“A-All of you! All of you is gorgeous, Y/N!”

Smiling, you went back to your jerking his cock. “Aww, thank you, babe.” You leaned over to capture him into a kiss, his tongue mindlessly licking around your lips as he focused on his building orgasm. “Gonna cum from my hand?” He nodded eagerly as his grip on your arm tightened.

You leaned your head back as you quickened the motions around your clit, also about to reach an orgasm. “Me too, Denki~”. Kaminari’s cock twitched wildly in your palm and you stroked harder around the head in hopes you both would reach a mutual orgasm. “Oh shit-! D-Denkii!” Your eyes rolled back as your pussy quivered under your hand.

Meanwhile Kaminari’s hot cum was being spilled all over your knuckles. You slowed your pumps on his cock, essentially re-lathering him with his own lubricant. As the two of you regained your breaths, you slipped your hand out of his pants, his cum sticking on all of your fingers. Kaminari laid his head back down on the table, sighing as exhaustion dwelled over him again. You got up to wash your hands in the sink and looked back at your tired boyfriend.

“You ready to try Question #7 again?”

“W-what?!”

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Katsuki Bakugou – In Heat

Bakugou was taking a nap on your bed after a long day at his internship, and it honestly irked you. It seemed like nowadays when he came over all he did was eat or sleep because he was too tired for any other nightly activities. How could he just lay there on your bed with that beautiful face of his and not at least submerge it between your thighs? What was the point of all that stamina if he wasn’t going to share it with you?

You’d make sure to complain about it when he woke up, but he was just too cute to disturb right now. This of course was probably the only time you’d get to bask in the peacefulness of Katsuki Bakugou. You decided to grab your phone and watch a movie as you distracted yourself from your horniness. Everything was going fine until- a sex scene popped up. Just your luck. Deciding to be petty, you turned up the volume to max so that the moans of the actors would wake up your boyfriend and hopefully he’d get a clue.

“Oiii wake up and fuck me, already.” You softly spoke into his direction. He lazily grunted but was still very much asleep. “Stingy.”

You were about to give up when you noticed the moans from the movie did seem to get a reaction out of him, a reaction his sleeping state was not aware of, of course. “Aha! So the bastard does work.”

Turning down the volume so he would now not wake up any further, you spread your leg over his hip so that you were sitting directly on his crotch. You snickered over his sleeping face having rarely had such a domineering stance over him. “Yeahh~ Just stay asleep, Katsu. I’ll have fun by myself.”

You placed your hands on his chest to steady your position and slowly grinded away, stopping briefly when his eyebrows twitched like he was awaking from his slumber. The silky lace of your panties made for a sleeky smooth friction with his soft nylon shorts. The thinness of the material made it so that you could feel the increasing stiffness of his cock between your clothed labia. Your clit was nicely stimulated by the materials that separated the two of you.  

As you felt yourself get more aroused you couldn’t help but notice the pre-cum that started to drool through Bakugou’s shorts and smear onto your own panties. “Katsu~ You’re leaking so much for someone who’s been ignoring their girlfriend for so long. Prick.” Despite your harsh whispers, you leaned down so you were pressed chest to chest with him, softly peppering kisses along his jaw.  

You nuzzled yourself into his neck as you humped with increasing pressure against his cock. No longer caring if he woke up or not you let out soft moans that vibrated against his throat. “Hahh Katsuki, I can feel you throbbing~ You gonna cum?”

“With you humping like a bitch in heat like that? Hell no.” Bakugou’s raspy voice against your eardrums immediately stopped you in your chase of pleasure. You lifted your face and met his eyesight.

“That’s not what your leaky cock says.”

“Me?” Bakugou pushed his hands against your stomach so you’d sit up. Hooking his hand under the wing of your panties, he easily ripped them from your hips. He raised the panties in front of your face so you’d see the gusset that was lush with your juices. “Sweetheart, that’s all you.”

You grabbed your panties away from him before throwing them sharply on the floor. “That was your cock’s leakage seeping through.” Ignoring his rolling eyes, you leaned back down against his chest. “Now can I finish my business in peace, please?”

Bakugou slithered his hands down to your ass, grabbing at the jiggling fat. “Just hurry the fuck up. I’d like to actually do something that feels good at some point.” He grinded your ass further against his now damp shorts, giving your clit an insanely pleasurable amount of friction. But you wanted to feel something smoother so you slipped your hands between your bodies and tugged his shorts down. But only enough for half his cock to peek out from the waistband. You then readjusted your seating so that you could grind directly against his slickened cock.

“I don’t make you feel good, Katsuki?” You teased as you went to press lovingly tender kisses on his cheek and jaw.

“H-Hell no. Look how you’re selfishly humping away right now…how could this shit feel good for me?” Contrary to his verbal expression, Bakugou’s fingers were gripping tightly at your ass, desperately trying to get you to hump him more ruggedly. You could feel the imprints that would be decorated along your faint stretch marks. But two could play that game, so you wrapped your lips around a part of his throat, sucking deeply until the skin bruised. He twinged at the pain but kept his grip on your rear firmly pressed against him. “Who the f-fuck said you could do that, huh?”

“Ahhh~ you haven’t fucked me in so long I had to make sure you were still mine, Katsu.” As you  humped at his cock, you could feel the friction get more slippery as your pussy’s soppiness mixed with Bakugou’s pre-cum. The mess the two of you were making dripped over Bakugou’s hips and onto the bed sheets that lied below. Your clit swelled against his throbbing cock as the both of you became clouded with a looming orgasm.

“Shit- of course you’re mine. You always will be whether you fucking like it or not. Dumbass.” Bakugou’s grunts became more hoarse and his hips grinded up against you. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop- shit!” As you moaned in reply, Bakugou grasped one hand around your jaw and pulled you into a sloppy kiss. The feeling of his saliva swapping with yours felt almost as lewd as the desperate humping being performed by your hips.

Bakugou’s cock pulsated under your twitching clit as orgasmic waves washed over the both of you. You felt his hot cum seep into your thin pajama top and slicken over your navel.  He didn’t dare release your tongue from his until it felt like every drop had been drained from him, leaving you to whine and pant into his mouth. He softly kneaded at your ass cheek as your grinding slowed from your post-orgasmic, sensitive clit.

Thoroughly satisfied, he let go of your face so your head could drop exhaustingly onto his shoulder. “You’re changing the bed sheets, right? Seeing as how you started this?” He heard nothing but soft snoring in reply and he clicked his tongue.

“So damn spoiled.”

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One: Jitterbug Love - Eddie Munson/ Reader

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4,261

a/n: here it is first chapter, feel free to tell me what your thought are. Enjoy it :)

You’ve been in Hawkins for a week and this was the first time you ever dared to go out of your aunt’s house. It was crazy how you went back to where you started, to this random town in Indiana. You were born there, after all the chaos related to lost kids and rumors about it being cursed, you never saw anything out of normal, the only curse you were sure the town had was the one of boredom.

You and your parents moved out of town in your last year of high school. New York was cool, you met people from all over the country once you went into college. You shared room with two other girls that were really nice, yet no one was like Robin.

The first time you met her was the summer before your freshman year, she was in the same section of the mall you were, where clothes weren’t dresses nor had bows and sequins, you bonded over a shirt of Bowie you and she were planning on buying. Since then you both stayed friends, two beautiful years of true friendship, it was heartbreaking when you gave her the news of you moving out. Either way you called each other every couple of weeks and she was the source of gossip you had in town, not that there was much going on, not until the summer of ’85, she disappeared for a couple of weeks, she didn’t contact you and when you tried to talk to her she was always busy or with her new best friend Steve Harrington.

Steve was a nice guy, you shared English and Chemistry with him for a whole year, he was not the best student but he tried and he was always willing to lend you a pencil when you needed it, since you helped him pass his exams either by helping him study or giving him the answers of the test, he found a way to pay you by inviting you to all the parties he threw at his place and the basketball games, you always took his offer lightly because it was Steve Harrington, besides he had Carol and that nasty guy Tommy as friends, who were absolute jerks, of course you had Robin and you needed no one else. Now he had stolen your only friend left in Hawkins and that was not cool, not cool at all. It hurt like a stab in the back and he was twisting it without noticing.

Somehow Robin found out you were back for the summer to stay at your aunt’s, she had called you nonstop since day one, and finally after a lot of insistence from her part you agreed to finally see her, your ego was bruised by her treason but you loved Robin more than anyone so you basically threw yourself at her when she appeared at the foot of your door, she had that big smile and a pack of skittles with her.

A peace offer.

You were eating the candy on the porch of your aunt’s house when she jumped from her spot and started pacing, telling you about this place called The Hideout and how you should go with her.

“My friend is playing, he has a band and it’d be super fun if you come with me. Other of my friends are coming so you are totally invited… you need to come, promise it’s gonna be fun!”

Her enthusiasm and constant movement already made you feel dizzy, her hand found its way into your forearm, you looked at her ruby-painted-nails and up to her bright blue eyes, you smiled. “Sure. I don’t know where that is but yeah, It's not like I have much to do.”

“Excellent! If you want we can meet somewhere and go from there together.”

You nodded, and soon enough you found yourself walking beside Robin later that day, she had added black eyeliner in her waterline and she looked badass, you only put on some mascara to look a little more presentable. And that night for some reason she made you think that maybe Hawkins had salvation after all.

It was weird to be back, because things changed, life went on without you in the small town.. Your hands felt clammy when you arrived at the place, Robin was suddenly saying hi to almost everyone around her and you only nodded once or twice, no one paying attention to you, no one recognized you.

A group of young teens started to wave their hands once they saw Robin coming in, you weren’t usually an extremely shy person but you were feeling like you were going to have a panic attack when Steve Harrington turned your way and furrowed his eyebrows when his eyes connected with yours.

It was easy to distinguish Dustin, he was very talkative and out there. He once gave you a band-aid when you fell outside his house when you were rollerblading. You saw him hang out with Steve a couple of times after that, you weren’t sure about the rest but they all were smiling at you, welcoming, yet the tension was palpable.

Steve dragged Robin to the side as you obviously noticed they were talking about you, but Lucas and Max invited you to sit with them while they questioned you about what New York was like.

“It’s pretty big and dirty and it’s also very interesting. You should come one day. I'll give you the whole tour and if you are lucky you can see some weird stuff on the subway.” You said, Dustin had just joined you after he went to interrupt Steve and Robin.

“Assholes,” he mumbled, “Steve is upset because Robin dragged you here and now he thinks he has to look after us because Robin is going to be with you the whole time… as if we needed him to take care of us, we’re practically adults.”

“Well, he is our ride home so I guess he is kinda right.” Lucas intervened.

“Yeah but Steve has no other friends his age that’s why he feels left out. That’s not our fault.” Max added and you really felt like you were intruding.

Steve suddenly plopped his body on a chair right in front of you. “Hi y/n, long time no see.”

“Hi,” you answered, he didn’t seem upset but he was definitely not giving you the time of day, he was only being polite for Robin’s request most likely.

Robin arrived a few minutes later with a can of coke for each one of you.

“Thanks,” you said to her over the suddenly very loud music, Ramones playing.

Robin smiled your way and shot Steve a quick glance. “Don’t mind Steve, he is upset because he had a date planned with this girl he just met and I happen to have already invited the teens and you. He thinks I’m trying to ruin his life, basically he’s just being a diva.” She whispered into your ear.

“I still feel bad, you should’ve told me.”

Robin waved her hand diminishing the whole situation, “He'll survive.”

People started to gather around the stage, and you noticed then that there were lots of people, young ones specially, the teens at your table were the youngest but somehow they allowed them to be there as adults drank beer and sang at the top of their lungs.

When Helter Skelter started playing, it was like a cue for everyone to start shouting and get even closer to the stage. You’ve been to a couple of gigs in New York, those were a bit more crappy but the whole vibe of The Hideout felt bigger than what you have experienced before, it was the aspect of community and familiarity, you guessed.

Robin took your hand and dragged you out of the table, you heard Steve grunt at your back but you didn’t care, you followed your friend to a spot on the left side of the stage.

“This is going to be awesome.” Robin squealed when the reflectors turned off.

More shouts and whistles ringed in your ears, at the pit of your stomach blossomed that feeling only live music was able to manifest.

Shadows went up to the stage, instruments got plugged in, a few tried to tune their guitars one last time as the cymbals chimed. The spotlights went back to life to show you the band everyone was waiting for.

“What’s the name of the band?” You screamed as Robin leaned closer to you.

“We are Corroded Coffin!” the guy with long hair said into the mic, answering you.

“Wow.” Your eyes widened, that sounded… aggressive.

“You’re gonna like them.”  Robin said, and you trusted her.

The few songs they played put you in the mood of screaming and jumping, Robin and you had gone mad on the side of the mini stage, dancing and making faces to each other to the point that other people joined you in your little bubble of madness, you were all sweaty and thirsty by the end of their set.

Dustin was laughing at you two when you approached them at the table, Steve was now happily talking to a girl. He kind of smirked when he saw you two all red faced.

“Water please!” you whined sitting down.

Lucas slid a cup across the surface of the table, you almost chugged half of it when Robin nudged you to share the drink.

“Never seen Robin have this much fun at one of Eddie’s shows.” Lucas pointed.

“This is the first show you attend with us, Lucas.” Max pointed, snorting, “Robin and I always have the best time.”

“You should’ve joined us, it was so… liberating!” your friend with red cheeks and a splash of freckles smiled at you. “We need to do it again.”

“I’m always willing to have a good time, you should come to New York though, there are tons of places where they play shows like this, you’d love it.”

“Maybe one day,” Robin said, but you saw her face waver.

“Just pay for your bus and you can stay at my place, all of you!” you even dared to look at Steve who was low-key listening to you all talk.

Dustin shrugged, “we can start saving and go, I want to see so many places, we can even go to Forbidden Planet, they say you can find whatever comic you’re looking for there.” his eyes sparkled longing for the opportunity.

You smirked, “whatever you like guys, just come! Yes, Robin?”

“Come on!” Max insisted, her smile contagious. You already liked her.

“I guess we can try, yeah we can do it.” Robin squealed and side hugged you.

Going for another round of water filled cups and sodas, you left them planning the whole trip, you heard them talk about the statue of liberty, Empire State, the Brooklyn bridge, Queens and Central Park. On your way back to the table you clocked Dustin talking to the guys in the band with the super scary name, right on the far end of the venue, near the back exit. It was funny to you to see how the teens were friends with older guys, it felt so natural to be around them, it was impossible not to notice how strong the connection was between them. You’ve never had that with anyone before, only with Robin.

“That is Eddie, you remember him?” Robin pulled you out of your train of thought. “He went to our school. He’s so cool, and he is going places with his band, they have like a tour coming or something big like that.”

You didn’t remember him really but the name rang a bell in the deep corners of your mind, it was the way some wrinkles formed in the corners of his mouth when he smiled, that was enough to throw you into a loop of memories, he was the one kid that played the guitar better than anyone in middle school, you were jealous because you always wanted to play guitar but unfortunately your fingers were not that long and your coordination was nonexistent.

“I remember him,” you saw how Dustin moved aside to talk to the other band members, Eddie—“what was his last name? Mason? Monroe?”

“Munson,”

“Yeah… Eddie Munson,” you and Robin were watching him, Eddie had straightened a little, he fixed his hair as a girl with big eyes and sweet smile went to him. “That must be the girl he likes.” You nodded towards them.

Robin chuckled, “Good eye. He has a crush on her but he is terrible at hiding it.”

“Yep, he is pretty obvious.”

“You wanna meet him? He seems scary but he is harmless, like a puppy on the inside.”

Letting yourself be guided by Robin you waited for him to stop talking to the smiley girl. You saw first hand how he transformed, he relaxed and his ringed fingers wiggled as he waved at Robin.

“Hey Buckley! Thanks for showing up!” he bowed at her.

“Stop it, we always come! Sometimes we are late but we’re always here for you!” she punched him on the shoulder playfully.

“I know, I know, still it means a lot.” Eddie gave you a once over “hey, who’s your friend.” A smile appeared on his lips, he was definitely not as intimidating as he appeared to be.

“Y/n, she’s staying with the Johnsons.”

“Hi! Oh, you were amazing up there,” you quickly added to avoid the staring.

Eddie chuckled, “Thanks, wow I like your friend Buckley.” Robin only rolled her eyes, a smile still plastered on her lips. “Y/n, right? You seem familiar.”

“I lived here until a couple of years ago. Was in the same year as Steve Harrington.”

“Hmm… no, I don’t remember you from school, must be something else.” His eyes were intense though, trying to scan your face for any trace of information that could trigger his stored memories. “I’ll remember, don’t worry.”

“Shit!” Robin tugged at the sleeve of your shirt, “There’s Vickie! Oh my god, what do I do? Was she here since the beginning? Why nobody told me!” she tried to fix her hair, brushing it down and doing her best to fix the smeared eyeliner, she looked wild.

“I don’t even know who Vickie was ”

Robin was having a moment where she didn’t know if she should hide or run or fix her clothes or cry.

“The one with the short hair, freckles, bandana around her neck.” Eddie whispered near you.

“Oh… wait, that's Vickie as in your crush Vickie?” Now you were looking at Robin, eyes like saucers. “Dude!! Go talk to her!”

“What? No, no I can’t, I look horrible! Oh god no, she looked at me oh no, do I look okay?” Robin showed you her teeth, “Something there?” you shook your head, a thumbs up.

Eddie was smirking, seeing you trying to fix her bangs that were still plastered with sweat over her forehead. There was not much to do but she looked good, as good as one can look after a concert, she could do it.

“Go, Buckley, you look fine.” Eddie intervened.

“But I can’t leave you here, y/n.”

“I’ll take care of her, don’t worry.” Eddie put his arm around your shoulders, a subtle smell of weed reached your nose.

“You sure?” she looked at you.

Shrugging, you nodded, “Just go, you can tell me all about it tomorrow.”

“Oh you are the best! If you want a ride home, look for Steve, he is… somewhere.”

“Sure,”

With that you and Eddie saw Robin walk to Vickie, the red haired girl almost tackled your friend with a hug, you felt happy for Robin, she deserved all the happiness in the world.

“So… wanna meet the rest of the band?” Eddie looked you in the eye, his arm still on you.

“Yeah,”

“Cool, please follow me.”

Jeff and Gareth were the ones around, the fourth member of the band had fled before his ex could find him. As soon as you approached them, they involved you in a conversation that got you discreetly laughing, it was absurd really, starting with what was the best dessert they’ve had; croissant with whipped cream, black coffee with submerged Oreo cookies, fries with McDonalds ice cream, after that it jumped all the way to what beer they liked most, Eddie was the only one debating if he liked the lagers or the ales best, but for desert it was definitely a good double scoop of chocolate peanut butter cone.

“There’s gonna be this afterparty at Jordan’s. You’re coming?” Jeff asked Eddie specifically.

“Nah I don’t think it’s a good idea, I should head home. I’m drained, man.”

“We heard Chrissy and her friends are coming.” Gareth added, with wiggly eyebrows.

Eddie’s demeanor changed in a millisecond, “uh, I guess we can stop by to see if things are good, I could get one last drink.”

You wanted to laugh, his cheeks were rosy.

“Want to come?” Gareth asked you.

“No, thanks. I’m going to find Robin or Steve and go home, but thanks. You guys did amazing today, I had a really great time. Have fun at your party, though.”

“No, thank you for coming, always nice to have cute… I mean pretty… I—it’s good to have new people around…” Jeff went all red.

A chuckle escaped your lips. “Well… bye guys.”

You turned on your heel, the small venue was still packed and pretty loud too. You heard your name being called, the moment you turned there was Eddie and his friends waving at you goodbye but they were being… guys, pushing each other and laughing.

“See you around!” he shouted, saluting you. Eddie had a lopsided grin that somehow didn’t leave your mind. You noticed how beautifully his doe eyes were.

Looking for someone was hard. You pushed past so many people that you ended up all sweaty again. After what felt like twenty minutes of searching, you came to the conclusion: Robin left, she had disappeared from The Hideout without telling anyone. And the teens, they were gone, Steve and the girl gone too.

Great.

Lucky you, you were not far from your aunt’s place and you actually paid attention to the turns you made to get there. Grabbing your keys a little tighter between your fingers, you walked down a few streets, some places were still open with neon signs washing the streets with colorful lights..

At least this gave you time to think, think about life, and how maybe you could come back to Hawkins after college, become a teacher or something and keep being friends with Robin forever, maybe you could win over Steve again and be friends with him with both of them, become the three musketeers. Now that you could actually mull the thought, you weren’t sure why Steve was so annoyed at you, you could only guess it was because of the same reason you were a little annoyed at him, for becoming your replacement in Robin’s life, now it was your turn to regain your spot as the best friend.

A few cars passed by every now and then, mostly drunk people, causing your hand to grip the keys against your palm with too much force.

Being alone was something you enjoyed, you needed to recharge after long social interactions but being lonely was the one feeling you didn’t like, it was when intruding thoughts happened to find a way out, and it provoked crying sessions out of nowhere, and the overthinking was unbearable; was it so hard to keep a friend around? Were you the problem? Was that the reason you had to try harder for someone to like you?

A honk startled you to the point of making you jump.

“Woah sorry.” Eddie popped his head out of the window of his van, “Want a ride?” he smiled, that big smile showing you his almost perfect teeth.

“Yes, yes, thank you.”

Unexpectedly Eddie got out of his seat and helped you open the door, offering you his hand to get inside the back of the van.

“Please buckle yourself up, don’t want Buckley to murder me if something happens to you.” He glanced at you from the rearview mirror. He only started moving when you put the safety belt on.

“Weren't you going to the party?”

“I am, but forgot my guitar at The Hideout. Can’t leave her there all alone.” To your right there it laid a guitar case. “Weren’t you going to get a ride from Harrington?”

“Yes, but he was gone and Robin too… so I walked.”

“It’s not safe to walk on your own at night,” He gave you a stern look from the mirror again.

“I know, but I had no other option.”

He nodded, “do you want to come to the party? Just for a while, promise not to take long, I need to pick up Jeff’s bass. He can’t drink and have his bass around. Last time he threw up on it, he had to buy a new set of strings. It was gross and funny but mostly gross.”

You scrunched your nose, “yeah, thanks for the details,”

Eddie laughed, “so you want to come with this poor bastard to keep his friend’s bass safe from disaster?”

There was something to Eddie’s whole existence that didn’t let you say no to him, it felt wrong to say no, so you sighed.

“I guess so, I mean you are giving me a ride after all, I owe you.”

“That’s enough for me.”

The party was literally around the corner, the house was huge, and there were people already passed out on the grass.

You jumped out of the van with Eddie’s help.

“This is quite the party.” He said.

You followed Eddie inside, the music was too loud to even try and talk over it. Teens dancing over tables, broken glass on the wooden floor, couples kissing here and there and the intense smell of weed mixed with alcohol and something else made you gag.

“Not a party person I assume.” Eddie was handing you a glass of what you expected was water.

“Yeah, not really my scene.”

“Same, I prefer to be at mine playing the guitar.” You found a quieter spot in the garden. Gareth was on the grass smoking a joint and Jeff… well he was either dead or asleep. “Look at these fuckers.”

You waited as Eddie approached them, kicking Gareth softly. Eddie started making tons of hand gestures while Gareth waved a hand at him, you didn’t hear a thing about what they were saying so you drank from the cup you had in hand, it was water,  you chugged it down and left the cup on a window sill. A moment later Eddie turned around, heading back inside the house again, with a nod he made you follow him. If you thought it was crowded before, now it was twice as bad.

“No, definitely not a party person.” You stated to yourself, still you heard Eddie laugh behind you. His hand found your shoulder, your eyes couldn’t help to give a quick look at his fingers, rings adorned them nicely.

“Here,” he guided you to the living room. The bass was resting against the wall. You almost sighed in relief. “Can you hold it, I’m going upstairs to find the case. Meet me up front. Yeah?”

Dark eyes again found yours, you nodded. Feeling shy all of a sudden.

The fuck’s your problem with his dark shiny eyes. Keep it together.

Legs moved fast against glass, wooden floor and grass. You had to sit down on the sidewalk when Eddie took more time than necessary. Even asked a very drunk dude what time it was; past midnight. Good, you were going to be grounded if your aunt was still awake.

You hugged the bass close to your chest, people went in and out of the house, the waiting grew longer to the point of seeing someone throw up near a three, you barely held it in, it was disgusting. The limit to your patience was wearing thin, Eddie was a lucky guy, because you were a minute away from leaving the bass and head home, you knew where you were so why wait for him?

But of course he showed up at the last second. The girl from the venue at his side, both were talking lively, his cheeks were red and her whole expression was of amazement, almost adoration. It felt wrong to be looking at them like that. The thing was that neither noticed you were there.

It was better if you left Eddie alone, you were actually intruding in his plans for the night. If it wasn’t because he saw you walking alone he probably would’ve been with that girl all night. You put the bass on the side of his van, hopping no one would notice the item leaning there.

Your head turned to look at them. Eddie had his back to you, but you perfectly saw his rings shine under the ugly yellow light from the lamp posts, he was playing with the ends of his hair, you laughed lightly at that.

That night you walked back home alone just as it was supposed to happen since the beginning. Keys between your fingers. What was different was how lonely you knew you were.

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please hear me out , student council president bully!armin x hot goth girl!reader?

Thank you for your request! This prompt made me really thirsty hehehe, but I hope you didn’t have to wait too long. I’ve been getting quite a few goth girl requests, so to all the goth girls who have found my blog, WELCOME!

Warnings: bullying, harassment, mentions of depressive topics, noncon, and then some sexy stuff bc i know yall are horn - ee. Also, sorry this isn’t proofread :(

Fem!Reader, FemBodied!Reader

Minors DNI!

How many times have you been in this position? Submissive under Armin Arlert’s malicious smirk and feeling measly under the bouts of laughter and mockery from your insolent classmates who encourage his harsh words?

How many times have you found yourself running to your dorm after class, crying, loathing the fact that you were different, feeling insufficient because you have never been graciously accepted by others, becoming disgusted with yourself as a failure as your insecurities painfully spill past your eyelids.

How many times have you found yourself hopeless? Hopeless because no matter how many times you go to teachers and counselors for help, they dismiss you with a cackle. “Armin Arlert? The student council president? He is such a gentleman - so responsible and well-mannered. He would never do those things.” Hopeless because of course no one would ever believe the girl who is quiet, strange, and unconventionally a freak who wears nothing but black clothes with edgy designs, chains, and tall boots that match the intimidating aura of your black nails and many piercings. Hopeless because even though you hate the humiliation, hate the demeaning of your very existence, hate Armin Arlert, you can’t deny that you have pathetically fallen like a beggar for his degradation.

Too many times have you found yourself crumbling under the merciless grip of Armin, being thrown around like a puppet to appease his twisted fantasies and inflated ego, his handsome face creepily contorting with a grin each time his cruel insults are aimed at your weak self. Though, soon enough, the school year will end as you are pushed into the warmth of summer, and then you will make your escape from his abominable cage - your escape from the monster that hides behind the intelligent man with the expensive blazers and sweater vests, seemingly gentle smile, and clean face - the monster that hides behind the beautiful, horrible student council president, Armin Arlert.

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On the precipice of escape, the last day of classes before your final exams - that were supposed to be easy and meant for reviewing material - became total hell as you were summoned to the student council office for some ‘unprecedented reason’ or at least that’s what your professor told you.

The walk to the office was a petrifying one. Never before have your boots felt heavy and your knees weak with your heart pounding out of your ears, scared that out of the eight people in the student council you would be faced with the one-and-only Armin Arlert and his mischief.

As soon as you entered the office, you were met with the pain of a shockingly cold, hard floor. Your left thumb nail and pinky broken, your black fishnet stockings torn, and your black eyeliner trailing down your face in waves due to the impact. Armin was waiting behind the door and barbarically pushed you onto the floor right as you entered the room. Upon his sinister eyes, you were so pitifully sprawled in front of him in a confused, fearful haze - such a wonderful sight to see your dark makeup smeared, cheeks red, bruises forming on your knees where your fishnets tore, and the chain bracelet you wore on your frail wrist broken and lying on the floor.

Upon your confusion and fright, Armin quickly steps over your feeble figure as a way of keeping you in place, like a predator fatally cornering his prey. He crouches down on top of you, getting close to your face, his minty breath hitting you in warm swells as his clean-scented cologne invades your nose. In the worse possible position, lying so vulnerable under the man who has tormented you at school all year, you hate to admit how irresistible he actually is - his mesmerizing blue eyes pulling you in like the tides, his beautifully groomed hair contrasting with his menacing smile, his muscles tightening up in his dark blue blazer. How disgusted you are with yourself that just for a second you were willing to take all of his degradation if it meant you got to lay your eyes upon his being.

Armin, feasting upon your beautiful figure, was tearing you apart in his mind. Unbeknownst to you, your dark clothes complimented your skin beautifully, the gruesome designs on your shirts appealingly contrasting with the rare sight of your soft, kind smile, and the black makeup you always wore was never with a fault as it was done perfectly, your black nails leaving Armin with vulgar thoughts about how they would look leaving scratch marks on his back as he roughly fucks you into subspace, what your black and blood-red skirts paired with fishnet stockings would look like while he sneakily tears into you in a public place. How his hand would look around your neck in place of your black chokers. All Armin needed was some hot goth bitch who he could selfishly abuse and degrade while looking cute in her chain necklaces and fitted black tops, and all year had he fantasized about this moment - taking in the sight of your pity allowing the stress from council responsibilities - like speeches and useless complaints from students - to simply just disappear.

“Finally have you all to myself, huh?” he groans, hurriedly taking off his blazer, and unbuttoning his dress shirt, disheveling his collar in the process. Looking around at the empty desks and chairs, you noticed that you two were in fact the only ones in the office and that Armin had slyly locked the door after pushing you to the floor. Your head was burning, and your heart suddenly picked up its pace as you saw Armin begin to unbuckle his belt and fiddle with his zipper.

“W-what are you doing?” you worriedly exclaimed as you moved your messy hair out of your face and scrambled to hold down your skirt.

Armin paused, his grin eerily wide and the glint in his eyes made of pure malice. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

He, on top of your timid body, shoved his girthy cock into your mouth, his red tip teasingly poking at the back of your throat as tears assault your eye makeup and your face reddens with embarrassment. Armin pulls your hair and forces your wet mouth off of his aching cock, admiring the sight of your wide eyes and blotches of black lipstick painting his thick shaft. He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “Such a pretty goth bitch,” he coos, nearly laughing at the fact his weak, long-time victim was finally exposed below him.

You were stunned, completely numb, so shocked because the man who was always so vile to you was losing himself every time your reluctant tongue slipped past his sensitive tip. So shocked that you couldn’t do anything but comply when he told you to take him deeper.

Armin, with such eagerness, forced your sloppy mouth off of him - after gagging you for what seemed like forever - and sat down on the floor, leaning against the locked door, and firmly grabbing your wrist as a beckon to straddle his lap. Sitting upon his muscular thighs, you begin to realize just how ruined you are, wanting with every inch of your heart to run away from the person who has caused you so much distress yet feeling such a heavy desperation in your throbbing cunt as you gaze upon Armin’s gorgeous figure, his collared shirt slightly unbuttoned and wrinkled, warm red blush thrashed upon his face in contrast with cool blue eyes.

In the midst of it all, you can’t recall how quickly he jerked you onto his lap, rudely pulled your panties to the side, and forcefully thrusted his cock into your messy cunt. Though taking you by an uncomfortable surprise, you hate - hate - to admit how good it felt riding the student council president, Armin Arlert’s, cock, hate to admit how the mixture of abusive slander and your bully’s member inside you made your body shiver with euphoria.

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[tetsuwhore]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢)

Description: general NSFW headcanons with Kuroo, Osamu and Goshiki

Pairings: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader, Miya Osamu x Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader

Warning: explicit nsfw (duh), mentions corruption kink and degradation

he’d likely be into having friends with benefits arrangements - Kuroo enjoys the casual nature of the sex, and is very much capable of keeping his emotions in check so he doesn’t develop romantic feelings

though, he’d prefer it being with someone he’s actually good friends with rather than a mere acquaintance or a random hookup, simply because that’d make him feel more comfortable

this dude would probably text them to come over, do the Do™��, and then end up getting some takeout afterwards while they just chill and watch a movie or something lmao

Kuroo will frustrate you to no end - trailing his fingers just near the waistband of your panties, or planting kisses along your inner thighs while deliberately avoiding your core

he’s a tease - it’s just in his nature. he’ll keep up the dirty talk and deny you to the point where it’s maddening 

if you want to cum, you’ll have to either a) beg hard enough until he’s satisfied, or b) pull his head to your core and grind your hips into his face. he loves when you toss out all inhibitions and shamelessly decide to take matters into your own hands

when he wants to really mess with you, he’ll start grinding into you while you’re in his lap during a makeout session. he’ll make you ride his thigh and simply chuckle, doing a fat load of nothing when you whine about how it’s not enough stimulation to get you to cum

definitely uses sex as a form of stress relief. not only is he the Nekoma volleyball team captain, he’s also in college prep classes - a whole lotta stress equates to a whole lotta sex

for instance, say you’re studying together for an exam and he’s getting restless after having sat at a desk for hours. he’ll lead you to the bed, fuck you senseless to the point where you’re teary-eyed, kiss your forehead after you’re both satisfied, and then get right tf back to his textbook lmao

since you both have such tight schedules, there will be a lot of quickies. storage closet quickie, study session quickie, late night before a game quickie.

still, he’ll feel bad because he knows it’s not as satisfying or intimate, so when he has more time to spare, he’ll focus completely on spoiling you

Kuroo is a very giving partner in general - he gets off on making you squirm and cry out for him. he’ll seize every opportunity given to go down on you. he doesn’t care if he dislocates his jaw while making you feel good, he’ll ignore the ache and keep going until you’re satisfied

he’s an observant one, and will read your body language to learn what you like or dislike. he wants nothing more than to be the partner you need him to be, so he’ll change his approach according to what you respond well to

he notices you squirming more when he’s manhandling and degrading you? he’ll call you a dirty slut and tighten his grip on your hips

he feels your nails dig just a little deeper into his back when he’s being nicer and gentler? he’ll whisper sweet praises about how you’re such a good girl for him

ok im gonna stop now ffsfsfsfs can you tell how hard i simp for him

Osamu and Atsumu are always being compared to each other, with Atsumu being labelled the ‘wilder one’ and Osamu, the opposite

people who aren’t very familiar with him often make the assumption that he’s squeaky clean, and therefore, pretty vanilla in bed… right?

wrong. 

Osamu is into kink exploration, and is very much interested in discovering the various facets of sex

plus, he gets a little kick out of being so unsuspecting -everytime he’s in public and feels a mild sting from the scratches on his back, he smirks to himself, reveling in the feeling of having this dirty little secret

definitely one with a bit of a corruption kink. he finds it amusing how he’s perceived as a vanilla person, when in actuality, he’s the one who relishes the feeling of taking away someone else’s innocence

he gets such a hard-on for responsive partners, ones who can’t control themselves when they squirm around and whimper sharply at even the lightest touch. it’s a way for him to tell whether he’s doing a good job at pleasing his partner. plus, the little boost to his ego certainly doesn’t hurt

such a sucker for domesticity. there’s just something about watch you move around the house (the house you share with him), doing the laundry or cooking at the stove. it may seem odd, but it turns him on because it simply reiterates the fact that you’re all his

on several occasions, he’s found himself sneaking up behind you and gently wrapping his arms around your waist while you’re doing something. when you turn your head back slightly to smile at him, he’ll lightly press his lips against yours before trailing soft kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders

the moment never remains soft for long - soon, he’ll have his fingers in your panties, rubbing tight circles on your clit while you cling on to his arm for support. he’ll hold you in place all the way until you tense up and reach your orgasm

then this bitch innocently kisses your cheek and leaves like he didn’t just turn your legs into jelly lmao

during arguments, Osamu does have a tendency to get frustrated, and he sometimes gets up in your face, hissing at you over something he disagrees with. the tension in the room, paired with you two being pressed up so close to each other often leads to angry sex

he’ll push you up against a wall and pull you into a vicious kiss that escalates to him thrusting into you at a punishing pace. as the tension dissipates though, he’ll be less rough, going softer on you while whispering apologies and promising that he’d make it up to you

Goshiki probably gets a little blushy thinking about a lot of people, many of which tend to be strangers that he’s seen from afar and found attractive. he ends up having these little fantasies in his head sometimes - nothing too intense, and he probably wouldn’t even act on them

but while jerking off, his mind tends to… wander, and he begins fantasizing about these little crushes. he always feels bad afterwards, feeling like he was being disrespectful

lmao one time, he even felt compelled to go outright apologize to one of his senpais for having a ‘dream’ about her. she laughed when she deciphered what his stuttering words meant and brushed it off as something that happens to everyone

even if Goshiki’s dating someone by his third year, he may still be pretty nervous when it comes to sex. though, by the time you two actually start becoming sexually active, his drive to be ‘the best’ (yes, even at sex) is simply stronger than his nervousness

at first, you’ll likely suggest mutual masturbation so you can learn how the other likes being touched - he may not be 100% on-board at first, being impatient to jump right in and learn first-hand what you like, but he eventually realizes that it’s a good first step and agrees

he’ll need you to guide him yourself the first few times he touches you. gently grip his hair and guide his mouth where you want him, talk him through how you want him to finger you, give him verbal instructions if you want it “harder”, “slower” or “right there”, etc

as he learns, he’ll pick up on your non-verbal cues as well. he’ll start to observe your body language, or realize how your moans get louder when he does something that you like, and he’ll adapt his technique accordingly

he’s very eager to please in general, and will absolutely apply the saying “practice makes perfect” here, working hard at honing his technique to improve his skills. boy just wants to do his best to make you feel as good as possible

Goshiki always wants to be as close to your face as he can be because he loves hearing your pretty voice right up in his ear. as smug as it makes him, he still can’t help the blush on his face everytime he hears you cry out and whimper for him

for him.

you’ll actually make this boy short circuit if you moan his name while he’s touching you. he’ll tense up for a second, and then immediately go feral, working his tongue or fingers harder until you forget everything else but his name

he’s such a sucker for eating you out - he’s grown addicted to having your thighs wrapped around his head while he’s lapping his tongue at your clit and reveling in the gorgeous sounds of you sobbing his name

now everyone and their grandmother already headcanons this, but c’mon - praise kink. Goshiki fucking devours any praise you throw at him, be it about his physique or skill

it’s a way to boost his ego and bring out the more smug, dom side to him that makes him want to fuck you until you cry

[jungshookz]

miss cee pd i have a request!!!! how about e2l tae x y/n but they're in law school and they're always arguing and debating inside and outside of the classroom and tae being a little shit is like "you wanna kiss me so bad" and they both don't realise that there's mistletoe above them which jimin put because he was tired of watching them constantly argue and wanted to fiZzle the tension hehe and then they KITH,, i hope this isn't too long aha

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! enemies to lovers!! everyone’s in law school!! mostly y/n and taehyung bickering with each other and wanting to jump each other’s bones at the same time

➺ wordcount; 4.3k

➺ what to expect; “don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.”

                                     »»————-　❄　————-««

“-now, the particular case study that was assigned to our group involves a civil action for medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter, which means that there are seven elements that we need to hit when we’re acting out our simulation next class,” you explain, flipping to the next page of your notebook with a flick of your wrist, “firstly, the client - jimin - must be interviewed so that we may determine the facts that surround the claim/prosecution. secondly, we need to draft witness statements - from hoseok and namjoon - and assess the legal efficacy of said statements. thirdly, we must assess the propriety of police interrogation from officer jungkook of the defend-”

you pause when a crumpled piece of paper lands by your left foot and you clear your throat quietly before stepping over it and continuing to pace back and forth at the front of the classroom

your eyes skim over your scribbled words as you try to relocate your place

…

ah!

here we are

“-ant, seokjin, through all transcripts along with the custody record. fourthly, we move on to assessing the reports that have been produced by the forensic experts-”

another balled-up piece of paper hits your foot and your head immediately snaps upwards from your book before you twist around to face the room

“would you cut that out, please?” you snap, already feeling your blood pressure starting to rise from a single glance at taehyung’s smug face

“what? i didn’t know how else to get your attention!” he hums, his arm dangling in the air with a floppy wrist, “my arm’s been up for the past three minutes, and you would’ve known that if you didn’t have your nose buried deep in your book.”

the reminder that you wouldn’t last a day in prison keeps you from lunging forward to wrap your hands around taehyung’s neck and you press your lips together to stop yourself from saying anything too crass

the last thing you need is for some professor to walk past the classroom while you’re cussing up a storm

your self-control has really been put to the test ever since you met taehyung

after all this time, you still don’t know what the guy’s deal is

he’s been a pain in your ass since day one

and for what??

for WHAT?!

at first you just thought that being a complete prick was just his weird version of being charismatic, but then you realised that he wasn’t being charming at all and he was really, truly, genuinely being a straight-up asshole

and, for the record, you’ve tried several times in the past to try to make things better but nothing’s worked

you said that he looked nice in his suit = he told you to stop looking at him like a piece of meat

you asked him how he did on the midterm exam = he told you that it was his right to keep that piece of information private and that you were being a snake by even asking about it

you said happy birthday to him = he said, and you quote, “yeah. it was until you got here.”

the point is, you’ve waved many white flags of surrender and extended many, many olive branches to no avail

at this point you’re pretty sure taehyung just gets off on being a jerk to you

and it’s not fair because it’s literally just you that he picks on constantly

at first you thought that maybe he was just threatened by your presence because you made it pretty clear from day one that you weren’t here to play around

powerful women are intimidating!

you totally get it.

…but then you overheard him offering rosé some studying tips and you even saw him help wendy carry her books for her and everyone knows that rosé and wendy are two of the smartest girls in the class, so why wasn’t he threatened by them?

...

the point is, he doesn’t treat anyone else in the class like this except for you and you can’t seem to figure out why!

what makes it even more frustrating is the fact that his stupid face is very nice to look at, so whenever he’s being mean to you, your dumb girl hormones drown out the sound of his rich, honey-like voice and place floating pink hearts around his head instead

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, mr. kim.” you force out before gesturing to the notebook cradled in the crook of your arm, ���see, all my notes are in here and i’m just trying to make sure that i don’t miss out on any details,” you point out, “and… i thought i said to save your questions for the end, did i not?”

“did you? i guess i wasn’t listening. sorry, sweetheart.” taehyung chirps, folding his arms and leaning forward on his desk, “anyway- don’t you think it’s a little unfair that you get to play the hotshot lawyer in this simulation?”

“everyone gets a turn to be the lawyer - last week, it was jungkook. this week, it’s me. everyone gets a shot to play the hotshot lawyer because our roles rotate.” you shake your head in disagreement, “how am i being unfair?”

“you assigned yourself, like, the coolest case study.” taehyung scoffs, leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms, “i mean… medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter?” his left brow arches before he turns his head slightly, “jungkook, what was your case study on again?”

“my client parked in a no-parking zone!” jungkook beams, nodding to himself, “i didn’t mind getting that case, though. it was actually pretty fu-”

“you hear that, y/n?” taehyung turns his head back to face you before gesturing behind him, “jungkook also thinks his case was boring as hell- his client parked in a no-parking zone and you get to deal with corrupt doctors and accidentally-but-not-really-accidentally-run-over-by-a-car pedestrians.”

your jaw clenches in frustration and you resist the urge to take a heel off and bash taehyung’s skull in with it

being forced to wear nice shoes to school would be so much better if you were allowed to commit cold-blooded murder with them

“well, that was last week’s case, so even if jungkook thought it was boring…” you pause, turning to set your notebook down on the front desk before twisting back around, “he’s already had his turn. and now it’s my turn!”

“you could’ve given me this case.”

“oh, please.” you snort, rolling your eyes before leaning against the front desk, “you wouldn’t have been able to handle a case this big. this has my name written all over it.”

taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “the only reason why it has your name written all over it was because you grabbed it with your grubby little raccoon hands before anyone else had the chance to-”

“i-!” you pinch the bridge of your nose before letting out a laugh of disbelief, “oh my god, i refuse to have this conversation with you again, taehyung- for the last time, it was a first-come-first-serve situation, and you probably could’ve gotten this case if you weren’t so busy watching netflix in class-”

“you guys-” namjoon clears his throat, his shoulders drooping when the two of you ignore him, “…never mind.”

this always happens

you guys somehow always find something to argue about no matter what

in fact, namjoon’s convinced that you guys could sit in complete and utter silence and still find something to fight over

“how long do you think the argument will last this time?” yoongi leans over, “i bet you ten bucks it’ll last longer than last week’s fight.”

“no way! last week’s fight was half an hour long-” hoseok chimes in, “…they can’t possibly argue for longer than thirty minutes… can they?”

“remember that time they fought over a sandwich?” jungkook sighs, leaning his cheek against his fist, “that was a forty minute argument.”

“they fought over a sandwich?” jimin frowns, turning to glance towards the front, “what was there to even argue about??”

“y/n said that the spread was dijon mustard and taehyung said it was horseradish mustard,” seokjin purses his lips, “…i actually ordered the same sandwich and i’m pretty sure it was just regular ol’ yellow mustard… but i’m too afraid to tell either of them they’re wrong about it.”

“oh my god-” jimin scoffs, “forty minutes arguing about mustard?? really??”

“yep! i even recorded the whole thing just because it’s actually pretty interesting listening to two people scream about mustard so passionately for so long,” jungkook pulls his phone out of his back pocket, the rest of the boys scooting in closer to his desk, “by the time we finish watching the video, they’ll… probably be done arguing with each other. maybe.”

“-ow thick is your skull, taehyung? were you dropped on your head as a baby??” you scowl, “if i was a teacher’s pet like you say i am, then i would’ve sweet-talked my way out of being in a group with you. also, you know what? i wasn’t going to bring this up, but the only reason why we’re here during christmas break is because it was your idea to practice during the holidays-”

“yeah! you get to practice your big show in a huge, empty classroom without getting nervous about someone overhearing you practice speaking in your dumb, professional lawyer voice-” taehyung gestures around at the spacious atmosphere, “if this is your way of being thankful to me, you have an awfully funny way of showing it-”

“do you know what i could be doing right now if i wasn’t here?” you scowl, placing your hands on your hips as you glare at taehyung

“hm, let me think…” he hums, leaning back against his chair before kicking his legs up onto his desk, “bending over and trying desperately to pull the fat stick out of your ass?”

jimin sits up a little straighter as he peers over the top of namjoon and seokjin’s heads to check and see if you and taehyung are done arguing yet

your ears are turning red and there’s an animalistic, frenzied look behind your eyes, so... nope. definitely not done yet.

after all this time, he still doesn’t know why you guys fight the way that you do

it’s like you enjoy pushing each other’s buttons and irritating each other until one of you inevitably snaps (you’re usually the first one to fall off the rocker because taehyung is alarmingly good at being irritating)

“ooh, hold on-” jungkook grins, pointing to the screen before whacking jimin’s arm in rapid smacks, “my favourite part is coming up, you have to pay attention-”

jimin looks away from you two and back down at the screen

“-the low acidity liquid gives dijon mustard that intensified heat and the classic pungent flavour which is very obvious in this sandwich!” you exclaim, peeling the top slice of bread off to reveal the inside, “and look at that colour! that is literally dijon mustard-”

“okay, fine! it’s dijon mustard.” taehyung responds while inspecting his nail beds

“no, you’re not listening to- wait… did you just agree with me?”

“yeah!” he sighs, crossing his arms, “the mustard used in your sandwich is dijon mustard. and also, the sky is green-”

“oh my god, you piece of-!”

jimin looks up again when he hears your voice rise a couple of octaves

this is the part of the argument when your ‘i’m-fine-don’t-touch-me-I’M-FINE’ voice comes out

“wow! you are-” you laugh, shaking your head as you lean down and place your hands flat on the surface of taehyung’s desk “you really are something else, kim taehyung. i-!”

you let out a yelp of surprise when taehyung suddenly reaches over and yanks at a section of your hair

“ow!” you whack his hand away before flicking your hair over your shoulder, “wha- what the hell was that for?!”

taehyung doesn’t flinch at your aggressive tone and he looks up at you, completely unfazed, before giving a half-hearted shrug

“it was hanging, like, right in front of me. i couldn’t not pull on it.”

“well, your tie is right there but you don’t see me reaching over and pulling on it to strangle you because it’s right in front of me-”

“oh, threatening to choke me, are we?” taehyung hums, “i’m suddenly feeling very unsafe. should i get one of the guys to call campus security for my protection, miss y/n?”

“do you guys think we should break things off?” seokjin glances over his shoulder at the escalating scene, “ideally, i’d like for this to not turn into a how to get away with murder scenario…”

jimin narrows his eyes slightly as the gears click-click-click away in his head, leaning back against his seat and reaching up to tap at his chin

there’s something about this situation that’s reminding him of something but he can’t quite put his finger on it

“oh my god, you are such a child-!”

jimin’s eyes suddenly widen in realization, a lightbulb appearing at the top of his head

!

does taehyung like y/n?

...

oh, wow

taehyung has a full-blown crush on you!

how could he not have noticed this before?!

taehyung is literally the bratty little boy pulling on your pigtails because he doesn’t know how else to get your attention on this playground!

a comment from a former conversation with you briefly flits through jimin’s mind as he continues staring at the two of you in awe

he doesn’t remember how exactly you guys started talking about it, but he does remember you saying these words to him:

“i mean… yeah. of course i think taehyung’s attractive. maybe in another universe where he’s not bullying me 24/7, i would be more open to admitting to myself that i might have a slight crush- i-i mean, i- what did we say we were going to get for lunch today?? sandwiches?? we should get sandwiches, the place is right here-”

how could he have forgotten you said that to him?!

it’s like he finally has his hands on the missing puzzle piece... and it’s up to him to finish this puzzle!

“i have a plan.” jimin whispers to himself before reaching over to grab onto jungkook’s wrist, “i know what i have to do!”

“huh?” jungkook frowns in confusion, pausing the video before looking over at him, “what are you talking about?”

“just-” jimin gets up from his seat quickly, the chair screeching against the floor, “just make sure they don’t stop arguing with each other while i’m gone because i might take a while to find what i need-”

“you know, i don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” yoongi snorts, everyone looking towards the front to see you glaring at taehyung like you want to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it raw, “check out that throbbing vein in y/n’s forehead.”

“forget about her forehead vein-” jungkook shakes his head, “has no one else noticed how tightly taehyung clenches his asscheeks whenever he’s pissed? those trousers do not hide anything.”

everyone’s eyes immediately gravitate down to taehyung’s ass, hoseok and seokjin bursting into giggles at the sight

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you scream, taehyung’s eyes widening at your sudden outburst, “you’ve treated me like shit from day one and i’ve literally done nothing wrong!”

“okay! i think we should all just take a step back and take a deep breath…” namjoon gets up from his seat slowly, “it’s getting a little intense-“

“nothing wrong?! oh yeah, because you’re little miss perfect-” taehyung spits out, “don’t play dumb, you know exactly what you did!”

“what did i-!” you throw your hands up into the air, “please, i am begging you to tell me what the horrible thing is that i did that made you decide i was public enemy number one-”

“i heard you talking shit about me at the very beginning of the semester when you didn’t even know me! we’d never met and you didn’t even bother trying to get to know me before you formed your own opinion of me based on the way i looked-” taehyung snaps, “you said that i looked like an entitled, obnoxious frat-boy who didn’t even know left from right and only made it to law school because his daddy gave the school a generous donation- so if we’re really going to talk about who the real asshole is in this room, i would suggest re-evaluating-”

you feel the blood drain from your face at the reminder of what you said about taehyung on the first day of class

...oh.

...

okay, yeah, you... might have said that stuff, but it was only because the other people you were sitting with at the time said stuff like that and... and you were so desperate to find a group of cool law-school friends that you were totally willing to say and do anything they wanted you to do or say!

it obviously didn’t work because you don’t sit with them anymore, so...

yeah, it was a bad move to talk shit about taehyung like that without even having spoken one word to him, but if this proves anything... it’s that peer pressure is dangerous!

“well, why didn’t you just-” you stammer, feeling your face starting to heat up from embarrassment, “why didn’t you just tell me about this earlier? we could’ve nipped it right in the bud-”

“i much prefer the bullying because the feeling i get after seeing the defeat in your eyes is equivalent to a full-body orgasm-”

“oh my god, you sick freak-”

“uh, you guys-” namjoon cuts in again, holding his finger up, “can i just s-”

“okay, fine!” you raise your hands in surrender, “i’m sorry, alright? i’m really sorry. what i said about you was shitty, but i don’t see how bullying me for months on end was a good solution-”

“can you two shut u-”

“oh, i never said it was a good solution, y/n,” taehyung purses his lips, “like i said - i just did it because it was fun-”

“guys, if i could just get one word in-”

“do you even realize how psychotic you sound right no-”

“HEY!” namjoon suddenly bellows, you and taehyung jumping and clamming up immediately in alarm

“what??” the two of you ask at the same time, pausing to glare at each other for a split second before looking back over at namjoon

“i…” he trails off, his eyes flickering upwards, “…know this is kind of awkward timing, but…”

you and taehyung look up simultaneously, your eyes widening to see a dinky little shrub of... mistletoe? taped at the end of a meter stick

oh no 

oh hell no

“kiss first, and then you can apologise for what was obviously a huge misunderstanding and you can apologise for being a huge prick later - pucker up, lovebirds!” jimin chirps, waving the stick a little and watching your eyes go side to side like a ping-pong ball, “don’t be shy! also, i know the mistletoe looks like a clump of grass that i tied a red ribbon around- just don’t look too closely at it-”

“ha!” you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, “no way! i don’t know what you people think is going on here, but it’s certainly not that- you can’t just dangle a plant over my head and force me to kiss him-”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” taehyung scoffs in offence, tilting his head upwards slightly, “anyone would be honoured to be under the mistletoe with me!”

“yeah. anyone out of their mind.”

“aw, c’mon, you guys…” hoseok pushes his bottom lip out in a pout before clasping his hands together, “kiss and make up! we all know that’s how it works. let the christmas spirit take over your bodies and fuel your weird hate-love for each othe-”

“the sooner you two kiss and make out, the sooner i can get the hell out of here,” yoongi interrupts, snapping his fingers, “c’mon! plant a fat one on each other!”

“the only reason why y/n’s getting whiney about it because she knows she’ll fall in love with me the moment she kisses me.” taehyung suddenly speaks up and you immediately look back down at him with a glare

fall in love????

with him????

it’s not going to take a single kiss to fall in love with taehyung - it’s going to take intensive exposure therapy to fall in love with him!

“don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.” you growl, smacking your hands down on taehyung’s desk so violently that it rattles beneath you

“now, now. there’s no need to lie…” taehyung chuckles lightly as he pushes his seat back slightly and rises to his feet

“i’m not lying! i don’t want to kiss you!”

“do too!”

“do not!”

“do TOO!”

“do NOT!”

“you know, you just sound like you’re trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to kiss me-”

“you’re the one who keeps pushing it-” you jab a finger into his chest, “maybe you’re the one who wants to kiss me!”

“you think i wanna kiss you?!” taehyung laughs, flicking your hand away from him, “now look who the delusional one is!”

“i thought this was supposed to fix the arguing?” seokjin mutters under his breath, jungkook offering him a shrug while keeping his eyes glued on you and taehyung

he was running out of things to watch on netflix and this makes far better entertainment

the only thing that would make this better was if you and taehyung had at it in a grimy boxing ring half-naked

“i can’t be the only one thinking that all of this could be easily fixed if they just boned each other.” jungkook snorts, the other boys turning to look at him, “…what??”

“i wouldn’t kiss you even if you were the last man on earth.” you snarl, your voice wavering slightly

“you really expect me to believe that?” taehyung tilts his head, “don’t think i didn’t catch the way your eyes just flickered down to my lips, y/n...”

you feel your heart starting to pound in your chest when he places his hands flat on the desk as well, the tips of his fingers brushing over yours

at this proximity, the little voice in the back of your head can’t help but point out how pretty taehyung’s eyes are... and how nice he smells... and how soft his lips look...

...do you wanna kiss him?

oh, god

do you wanna kiss kim taehyung?!

no, you don’t

yes, you do

what??

WHAT?? 

“you wanna kiss me so bad, and you know it, y/l/n.” taehyung taunts, leaning forward just a little more

at this point, your faces are merely an inch away from each other’s and it wouldn’t take much effort to just lean in and… you know.

“i hate you.”

“if you hated me so much, then you wouldn’t be making such a big deal over silly little mistletoe now, would you?” taehyung smirks, pulling away before making his way around the desk so that he can get closer to you, “you like me but you’re too much of a wimp to admit it!”

“i like you?!” you gawk, “more like you like me!”

“okay-” jimin huffs, lowering the stick before taking a step back, “i really thought this was going to work, but my arms are getting tired, so if you two aren’t going to kiss, then i- oh-” his eyes widen in surprise when you and taehyung are suddenly lunging at each other not a second later, your hands cupping his cheeks and his hands gripping your waist as you kiss far more feverishly than he thought you two would

oh

oh my

“see, what’d i say? sexual tension!” jungkook kisses his teeth, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms, “all that pent-up energy from arguing has led to this beautiful moment-”

“you’re an- mm- you’re an awful kisser, by the way-” taehyung mutters against your mouth, lips turning up in a boyish grin when you retaliate by shoving at his chest

“so are you!” you pull away only for taehyung to pull you right back in to press his mouth against yours again, “’m hating ehvery minute of this-”

“ah… isn’t young love sweet?” hoseok coos, jumping in his seat when taehyung suddenly shoves you up against the front desk with a thud, “so passionate!”

“okay, we’re just going to-” namjoon gets up from his seat gesturing for the boys to get up as well, “we’re happy to see that the argument has been settled!”

he hurries everyone to the front door and turns to glance over his shoulder, “when you guys are done, just… let us know! we’re going to pop over to starbucks for some hot chocolate. so... text one of us. or call! or you could use snapchat- it’s up to you, really-!”

namjoon doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s yanking his arm and pulling him backwards, reaching over to slam the door shut

a moment of silence goes by in which everyone takes a second to process what exactly just happened

“take your shirt off-”

“you take yours off first!”

“i... can’t tell if my plan was a success or a failure.” jimin mutters to himself, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least they aren’t arguing with each other anymore!” jungkook cheers, clapping his hands quietly, “it’s a christmas miracle!”

❄️christmas with cee 2020 masterlist 🎄

[jungwooismydaddy]

Punishments

Paring - yuta x Taeyong x reader, slight jaehyun x reader, taeyong x yuta

Genre - jealous sex, angry sex, harsh degradation, knife play, spitting, hair pulling, mention of rope, safe word and bull whip.

Words - 1.7 k

Read the warning first and then decided whethere to read or not!!!

“I still have my exams I can’t come over there and the members-“ , “ Don’t worry about them just jaehyun is home you came here pleaseeee” Taeyong whined.

”please” another voice came it was none other then yuta sighing heavily you finally agreed. Yuta and Taeyong jumped around happily as finally they are meeting you, it’s not been a long time but for them it has been tho.

As you know there Japanese comeback happened so they were very much wrapped in that online fanmeets, music banks, interviews etc. They didn’t even had time to rest for like 4 weeks. After the rest of the members except Taeyong,yuta and jaehyun who completed there recordings and schedule and luck being on there side there manager agreed to give them some break and they had some time to meet you.

you were standing in front of there dorm door.Before you can even knock on the door, the door opened and they rushed to hug you you weren’t even standing on the ground as they lifted you and bear hugged you tightly knocking the air out of you,”Slow down guys”

You laughed as they showered you with kisses as you giggled at there clingy behaviour,”Let her even come in hyung” Jaehyun’s voice came from inside.

“Come in” you went in as the smell of delicious food filled your nostrils,”you wait here we will bring the food” yuta and Taeyong left for getting the food as you sat besides jaehyun who was engrossed in watching his movie,”Hi Jae”, Yo what’s up” you guys exchanged some conversations you guys were so engrossed in that that you didn’t even hear Taeyong calling you,”baby, the food is ready” Taeyong said sone what pissed,”okay coming”

The table was seated neatly set, the food it looked so delicious that you didn’t even wait to dig in, Taeyong and yuta stared at you with adorable eyes as they also jointed you after few mins. You finished your food as you almost chocked,”Whoa slow down babygirl” yuta said while passing a glass of water,”can’t help the food is just too delicious“

After finishing the food you went to sit back with jaehyun again, you wanted to help them but they told you no and shooed you away,”y/n” jaehyun called you you just hummed,”you really look good in that you know” you stared at him as a playful look was shown on his face answering all your questions,”oh really you do too jaehyun” you whispered his name in his ears as from the corner of you eyes you saw Taeyong and yuta Standing there.

Jaehyun knew how much protective they both were towards you, and knew how much jealous they can get especially with the flirty ones And jaehyun being a playful boy never leaves a chance to make them jelous by flirting with me knowing I woudl get punished for that but I still played along cause why not.

“ you just don’t look good, you look damm sexy in that”, " I know that Jae” you faces were just inches away, jaehyun licked his own lips while looking at yours,” enough!” You flinched are yuta’s harsh voice,”y/n in the room now don’t you dare say anything” with you wobbly legs you went inside his room.

They were talking about something when the front door shut loudly and yuta entered the room he sat on the chair near the bed, Yuta always punished You hard for this types of things, Taeyong too punished you but not as hard as yuta and I know he would. Taeyong entered with a loud bang as soon as your gaze landed on him your breath almost got caught in you throat, the way his eyes were piercing holes into your body, his hand veins were visible and uff how can we forget his intimidating stare, this made your panties damp. Yuta on the other hand wasn’t more intimidating but he looked like he could just have blowed from anger.

They both said nothing and you knew it wasn’t a good sign, you wanted to explain yourself but before you could even open your mouth, yuta walked up to slided his hands onto your delicate neck, chocked you hard and told,”behave for us if you won’t then you know what would happen right?” You nodded slowly.

Taeyong came up from behind, grabbed your hair harshly which made your head jerk back as he whispered you were confused but more scared that how more low his voice can go,”you know the safe word right” you eyes widened, you didn’t know how to answer them as if you had become numb or didn’t knew what to say. At what he whispered your eyes locked with yuta who still was mad angry but was still controlling himself

“It’s rose okay?” You nodded your head, Taeyong attacked you neck as yuta roughly roamed his hands on you clothed body as you could even process what was happening your dress went flying an to be thrown on ground, you looked at yuta with widened eyes you wanted to stop him from making you more wreaked as taeyong’s grip tightened on your hair while groaned loudly in you ears as you understood that and not wanting to get into more trouble.

Taeyong was still working on your neck, when you saw yuta coming up to you with a rope before you can even open your mouth to speak when you felt a cold metal on you back making your moments immediately stopped,”t-Taeyong please n-“ a hash spank was landed on you ass making you gasp loudly.

Yuta slowly slided his hands on you neck looked deeply into your eyes and told more like warned,”say one more word and I will show those gag balls deep down you throat”. Yuta quickly tied the red ropes that he brought onto your body.

at this point you were to weak to even protest about anything and if you did you knew it wont end up good for you.

As I felt the tip of the sharp knife I hissed but I wouldn’t say I didn’t like that, “ O.U.R.S” he craved that on my ass and spanked it lightly as tears started flow dome your rosy cheeks,”aww baby don’t cry right now we haven’t even started and you are crying no baby” yuta said while whipping my tears,”The whole night is left baby” Taeyong ended the sentence.

Taeyong made you lay on the bed as yuta told Taeyong,”baby you start to strip till I teach her a lesson” As soon as he said that yuta looked at you with his so-famous smirk already making you more wet, maintaining our gazes he grabbed something from under the bed and he stepped forward.my gaze landed on the bull whip , making you flinch but you didn’t squirm away as you were again too weak for that.

“count how many times I do it if you stop I will start over again,okay”,“yes master”. First smack was landed on my bare thigh making you scream on top of your lungs.

Another smack was landed on you as real tears streamed down your face, you couldn’t keep it up with this as you heard a loud smack which made you flinch but it didn’t land on you , a bruised line formed on taeyong’s chest,“that’s enough you dumb bitch” yuta chuckled at that and pulled Taeyong close to him,”Don’t talk to me like that and watch your words, baby”

Taeyong laughed at what he said and smashed his lips on him, your rubbed your thighs while seeing the view infront of you, your inner thighs were burning but rubbing your thighs while looking at them uff made you more drip more.

Taeyong and yuta separated from eachother and landed there gaze on your teary face, they would have felt bad that she is crying this much but this time hey didn’t ofc they couldn’t at what she did she needs to be taught a lesson and she is gonna get as this devils aren’t going to go soft on there angel not this time.

Yuta tapped your mouth as said,”you will take me like a good girl right” I nodded my head as yuta entered my mouth making me gag as Taeyong instructed,”ass up” you did as you felt his warm tongue running through your dripping clit, he wasn’t slowing an mercy nor was yuta showing any mercy as yuta picked up and wrapped your legs around his waist, taeong whined as he did they to taste you delicious pussy,” gonna fill you up good” yuta said and entered you in one go as you gasped at that heavenly feeling.

You felt something cold running down your ass as Taeyong slowly entered your ass, they feeling of getting filled up by them was a big turn on for you, you moaning like whore for them as they teach you whom you belonged too was a huge turn on for them.

“Open your mouth slut” you did as yuta told you as he spitted in your mouth, you would have thrown hands right now at him but at this time you felt is so overwhelming you were just crying and moaning, yuta was thrusting into you at full pace as taeyong’s thrust were lazy but that didn’t last long as he matched his pace with yuta, you were screaming at this point and you knew the neighbours would be so mad at you for this but all the thing that mattered were yuta and Taeyong fucking the life out of you.

Taeyong was the first one to paint you walls white , followed by yuta and then your hard shaking orgasm.

Yuta and Taeyong holded you so you couldn’t fall, they helped to ride you your orgasm as pulled out of you, Taeyong went to the bathroom to throw your dirty clothes into the laundry as yuta cuddled you, you were just close to fall asleep when you heard light sniffs you turned and saw yuta crying making you panicked,”y-yuta-“,”please never leave us I love and will try not to be more jealous please don’t leave us” you holded him and that’s when Taeyong came in and told,”cuddling without me” he pouted as you opened your arms as Taeyong jumped into that, you chuckled at how much you love this boys.