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pomegrante part two: y/n finally convinces harry to go out with her and her friends, but the night really starts when they make it home

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"What's for dinner tonight?"

(Y/N) peeked over Harry's shoulder, her hands landing on his back to keep her steady. There was a whole empty stretch of counter she could have stationed herself, where a well enough view would have shown her what he was doing at the stove, and yet she chose the option to put her hands on him and let him breathe in the bouquet of her scent.

His lungs squeezed on instinct.

"Jus'—uh—some macaroni and cheese. Thought it would be easy and all," he murmured, attempting to keep his voice even and mind from wandering.

It had been a week since the drunken night in his bedroom had turned into the morning spent between his sheets, and yet Harry wasn't sure he'd ever actually recovered. Every now and again, when a particularly vivid memory of her hand fisted around him came to the forefront of his mind, he was out of commission for a few moments, something akin to an aftershock racing up his spine.

(Y/N) definitely wasn't making it any easier to move past the intimate moment with the way she seemed to have completely forgone any kind of barrier that had previously kept her from being touchy-feely with him. It was moments like this—with her hands on his back in the middle of the kitchen—that had plagued him and kept him stuck on the week prior.

Most mornings now included a lingering hug goodbye with a kiss to his cheek. The days where he beat her home, she would make a point to come and say hello to him once she'd returned from her own work day. Cuddling on the couch during a show or movie, was something that no longer required any build up; from the moment they sat down, she was at his side with her shoulder bumping his and knee skimming the cuff of his own with every shift of her form.

Tonight, she held no hesitation before she was draping herself over his form, the warmth of her body sinking into him. Instinctively, he wanted to melt and relax, allow his bones to go malleable so that he could wrap around her the way he wanted. At the same moment, his spine went stiff, keeping him at attention as he was unwilling to miss even a single brush of her fingers.

"That sounds good, H," she smiled, decidedly much more at ease than her counterpart, "Do you want any help?"

"No, I've got it," he swallowed, curling his mouth into a smile as he turned his face to find her gaze already trained right on him, "Thank you, though."

"Okay," she sighed, dropping down from her tip toes and edging out towards the living room, "I guess I can just watch our show then."

He laughed at her exaggerated show, playing along as if she were the one doing the hard work for the night. "I hope y'can manage."

"We'll see" she sang just before sweeping out of the space and taking the butterflies in Harry's stomach along with her.

His chest deflated as a deep breath left his lungs. It was embarrassing to admit that, from just the smallest moment, his cock had stirred for no other reason than the fact that it was (Y/N) that had touched him. There was a part of him that figured that after that night in his bed, that he would have been freed from that lingering kind of desire; that he would have gotten everything out of his system and would have been able to move on as only her friend, but everything appeared to only have intensified.

That's why every touch and every moment seemed to make a larger mark on him. More often than not, he was transported right back to his sheets, (Y/N) tucked to his side and his chest heaving. He knew what she felt like—the touch of her hands, the heat of her skin, the pump of her heart—and he wasn't going to be able to easily forget that.

A furrow appeared in his brow as he forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He needed to finish making dinner, and then he would worry about (Y/N) and what it meant that he couldn't look at her now without a rosy glow glossing over his vision.

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Scratching his head, Harry stared at his laptop screen. A spreadsheet illuminated his face.

While he loved his project team and enjoyed his department colleagues, there were times—just like this one—that made him wonder if he was going to be driven mad on their account. The equations and rules posted in each of these cells made little to no sense, he couldn't fathom why Tylor would think this was good enough to pass along an—

"Boo!"

A fumbled curse fell from Harry's mouth as he practically jumped out of his skin. Snapping his head to look over his shoulder as he roughly pulled his headphones off of his head, he saw (Y/N) giving him a goofy grin, biting back a laugh.

Harry let out a heavy sigh, his heart rate settling back to normal.

"Did I get you?" she giggled, her hands still on his shoulder though now her grip turned into a massaging roll.

"Yeah," he laughed, sagging in his chair, " Y'scared the shit out of me."

Her laughter only bubbled brighter. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"'S alright." He shook his head as his eyes followed (Y/N) as she fell back to sit on his bed, "You're home early."

"Yeah," she sang, propping herself up with a hand behind her on his mattress, "My supervisor let me go early since I finished all of my reports yesterday."

"That's nice," he smiled, making a point not to focus on the fact that seeing her in his bed elicited a much different reaction than it used to. "What are y'gonna do with all of your extra free time?"

Something sparkled in her eyes then, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth though she made an effort to keep it from stretching wide. "That's what I came to talk to you about actually."

"Yeah?" A flush crept up the base of his throat.

"Yeah," she chirped, "I talked to Rue and Kim, and I think we might go out tonight. They're bringing a couple of friends and I think Kim is asking her roommate to come too."

"That'll be fun," Harry encouraged, pretending everything that happened after her last girls night didn't happen. "Y'gonna be here for dinner then, or do y'want me to save the leftovers for tomorrow?"

"Actually," she started, canting her head with a blink of her eyes, "I was wondering if you might want to come with me tonight."

Harry's mouth suddenly ran dry. (Y/N) had talked about him joining her and her friends on a night out many different times, but he never gave it much thought. He was never one for big parties or crowded clubs, even during his university days. He was sure (Y/N) knew as much.

He fumbled for an answer—a kind way to decline her invitation once more—, though (Y/N) seemingly met him halfway and cut him off.

"I know you don't usually like going out like this," she started, eyes turning pleading, "But, I really, really think you'd have a good time. The bars we pick are fun, I mean it." He watched as her expression shifted, a glint passing through her eyes though her smile turned coy. "And you could meet someone, you know."

That was the first illusion to any facet of the conversation that had taken place in his bedroom that week and a half ago. She wanted him to meet someone, still?

While Harry had been well aware that what had transpired wasn't going to, and didn't change a single thing between them, she also hadn't again brought up the idea of setting him up. He had figured that now that she knew his secret, that she understood why he wasn't looking to find a random person in a bar, or be set up through anyone.

(And, maybe there was the smallest, most minuscule part of him that hoped that, maybe, she was no longer interested in seeing him with someone else anymore. That, maybe she had found the same book he had pulled, and was working herself to the same page. A futile hope, he supposed).

"I don't know, (Y/N)," he sighed, bringing his knuckle up to brush the tip of his nose, "I've still got a lot I need to get done today."

He dared to match her gaze from where his eyes had skated over her shoulder. Her glittery, pretty, clear eyes didn't shy away from him. Her lashes flared when she blinked at him, a small gape to her lips.

"Please, H," she murmured, a small curl touching the corner of her mouth, "You're really going to make me beg—just for a couple of hours of your time?"

Harry swallowed, making a point to drop his gaze from hers. Beg? She was going to beg for him?

Why would she say that? Was she trying to make him fall to the floor? Light on fire?

A warm flush crept up his neck. "Beg?" he choked out.

"I will if you really want me to," she offered, amusement in her voice though Harry wasn't finding the joke.

"No, no, 's alright," he rushed out, sparing himself and his briefs the trouble, "Y'really want me to go?"

"Of course, I do!" Harry hadn't realized how the air had stilled, or the way her voice had dropped until she suddenly perked up. The cheer now injected in her tone was a stark difference to whatever it was that had been between them just a moment before. "I promise you'd have so much fun; if anything we'll get to have a night out for the first time in forever."

Truthfully, did he really think he was going to be able to say no? Especially when she sat so prettily on his bed and was willing to beg for him.

He took in a deep breath, as if he were taking on a heavy burden before he looked to (Y/N) with thinned lips. "Okay."

It was the joy and excitement that lit her up that had Harry feeling certain in his decision. He'd never had a chance.

"Harry, really?! I'm so excited!" She popped up from his bed only to hug him as best she could while he was still stationed in his desk chair.

He only hesitated for a moment, his limbs stiff for a breath before he succumbed to the warmth. Feeling the strands of hair on the crown of her head tickling the tip of his nose strung memories back to the front of his mind, the kind that had his heart plunging against his ribs just as she pulled away.

"I'm going to tell everyone, and I'll let you know what time and everything." Her chattering voice filled his room even as she began towards his door. "We should probably eat before we go out, but I'll let you know what we figure out." She paused in the threshold. "Are you excited?"

The way she was looking at him, grin wide and eyes bright, he was only able to answer honestly. "Very excited."

With one more grin over her shoulder, she disappeared out of view.

Harry had his eyes fixed to the door frame for a lingering moment. His lungs expanded at full capacity for the first time since she had barged in, his heart beginning to even out. He blinked as he attempted to get back to work, urging himself to focus on something familiar before he was going to have to deal with the deal he made for the night.

When she was sitting in front of him, the perspective of a smoky bar with her sounded fun and exciting. Now he was alone with the reality of a sticky, overpriced bar being his plans for the night, he could only hope that his original excitement prevailed.

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(Y/N) had her hand wrapped around Harry's wrist as she led them through the congested line in front of the bartop. He couldn't help but to mumble his sorrys and excuse mes despite knowing not a single person was listening. Holding up the rear, Harry could see ahead to where Rue and her roommate lead the charge, followed by Kim, and her boyfriend, along with Cora and her brother. The usual suspects in (Y/N)'s life; some he met back when they were both in university, others she met through work.

Meeting up outside of the bar didn't leave much room for small talk and catching up before they were herded inside, but it was long enough for Harry to see the surprise that crossed Rue and Kim's faces. They hadn't believed that he was really going to show up tonight. And, he couldn't blame them, even if it did make him feel a bit sheepish; he hoped none of them had an ill opinion of him because of that.

The so-called bar that had been chosen for the night was verging on a night club with the way the music was pounding loud through the room. There wasn't a designated spot for dancing , but it appeared the space had been made with the way there were few tables in the room aside from the bartop and the booths lining the room. The empty space before the DJ became the dancefloor, their warm bodies swaying and moving together. Other than strobing party lights, the bar was left in the dark.

Rue, thanks to a connection with one of the bouncers and a bartender, was able to sweep them through the congestion in the bar to find an empty booth in the back. It was secluded, behind the large speakers of the DJ. Harry was sure he was going to have a ringing in his ears for the rest of the weekend after this, but it was a preferable spot compared to just standing around while others pushed around.

"This good?!" Rue shouted to the line behind her (or at least Harry figured she shouted, he was just making do with reading her lips).

It only took a few nodding heads before the group took over the vinyl seating. (Y/N) kept him close, pulling him to sit on the end of the curving booth beside her. She grinned up at him, her teeth splashed in flickers of blue and magenta thanks to the lights above.

"What do you think!?" she bubbled, close enough that Harry could just hear the octaves of her voice.

"'S a lot," he answered, ducking down to hover his lips by her ear, "A little sticky."

She laughed at his words. "Yeah, I never wear cute shoes here. Thank you for coming, though."

The way she smiled at him made up for the sweat already beginning to slick the back of his head, and the way the soles of his shoes may never be the same after this. When she looked up at him with eyes sparkling, grin wide, he wondered why he'd never said yes to a night like this before.

"(Y/N)!"

Whipping their heads to look across the table, Cora's brother, Colin had his gaze on (Y/N). The planes of his face were highlighted under the beams of strobing light, long shadows cast by the length of his lashes and the point of his chin. Harry knew Colin was a good looking man, and maybe that was why he felt a pinch of jealousy sting the middle of his chest. Especially when he smiled at (Y/N) like that; Harry wondered if that was what he looked like when he gazed at her too.

"I'm going to the bar, what do you want?"

She rattled off a simple order, something fruity and sweet that he knew was her favorite. As soon as she finished though, she looked at Harry, brows raised in question. "What do you want?"

Flicking his eyes to Colin, Harry saw the way his lips thinned. Maybe it was because (Y/N)'s attention was spread elsewhere. Or, it could just be the way his face looked, Harry reminded himself.

Nonetheless, Harry met Colin's eyes across the table and shared his own order. "Thank you," he smiled, even if Colin didn't give more than a nod of acknowledgment.

He and Cora excused themselves a moment later, heading back into the throes of patrons towards the bar.

Harry didn't want to, but he had a feeling he was going to be keeping an eye on him through the night.

At his side, (Y/N) bumped him to grab his attention. "You're going to dance with me tonight, right?"

A smile crept onto the corners of his mouth. "I don't know, (Y/N)," he drawled, "Are y'sure you're ready for everyone to know 'm a better dancer than you?"

She let out a peal of laughter, bright and tinkling compared to the heavy bass rattling through his bones. "I guess I'll have to manage," she teased, both of them knowing the truth about his coordination, "I promise I'll get out of your way when people start cutting in to take my place with you."

Harry played along, graciously accepting her offer. "I think that's best for the both of us." With a moment's hesitation, he gently laid his hand on her knee. While (Y/N) didn't even blink at the contact, Harry could feel his heart rate jumping as if he wasn't the one who had made the first move.

Especially when she threw her head back laughing and leaned right into his touch, angling her body just so, he questioned if there were any others in the room.

As if Harry would accept anyone else's hand tonight.

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Bringing the small black straw to her pursed lips, (Y/N) bit back her laughter as she saw Harry move horrendously so to the music pumping around them. Tonight's game apparently was going to be one where they threw out the worst moves they could, leaving the other to replicate them and make them that much more uncoordinated. It wasn't the right game to play if they were attempting to catch anyone's eye, but that was far from Harry's mind at the moment. All he wanted was to keep (Y/N) having fun.

Rue, Kim, and the others weren't very far away with Colin and Kim's boyfriend having taken to staying in the booth to stake claim of the space. It wasn't hard to catch Colin looking (Y/N)'s way more than once. Even if he didn't seem particularly happy with the fact she had been sticking with Harry through most of the night, Colin hadn't tried anything more than watching on with a slight pinch to his features.

Just as (Y/N) was going to match his move and add on something extra ridiculous, her eyes lit up, flicking over his shoulder. Spitting the chewed up straw from her mouth, she crossed the few steps between them with a giddy smile. She gestured him to lean down for her, leaving his ear level with her mouth.

"There's a girl behind you that's been looking at you! I just saw her say something to one of her friends and point at you," (Y/N) bubbled, almost stumbling over her words, "I think she's going to come over here!"

Harry wanted to match her excitement. He wanted to look at her smile and offer up his own. But there was nothing about this revelation that made him as excited as she wanted him to be. Was it nice to be admired, and have someone know nothing about him and still want to get to know him just from one look? Sure.

But, if that person wasn't (Y/N), he didn't have much interest.

"I can leave if you want," she rattled on, "So she doesn't feel weird coming over here!"

"No, no," Harry immediately fired off, "'S alright. I want to keep dancing with you."

It was a simple admission, one that could be easily shared between friends, but felt loaded falling from his tongue.

"But, H," (Y/N) countered, "This is the best time to meet new people! It might be fun to have someone other than me hanging around, don't you think?"

Immediately, Harry wanted to say no. It wouldn't be very fun in his opinion, to retrace all of his vulnerabilities and secrets to be shared with someone else when (Y/N) was right there. She already knew any and everything there was to know about him, he didn't need to share any more.

His silence was taken the wrong way by (Y/N). A gentle hand settled on his shoulder. "If you're still nervous about what you told me, I promise you'll be fine. Don't let it stop you from meeting a nice girl." She paused for a moment, Harry's throat bobbing as he swallowed around his dry tongue. "I can still help you with all of... that, anyway. If that makes you feel better."

Suddenly, he could feel the heavy beat of his heart as it matched the bass of the music pouring from the speakers. What kind of twisted pep talk; one where she was encouraging him to meet other women and to not hold back due to his lack of prowess, while also offering to help him get some of those firsts off of his plate.

He took in a heavy breath, grateful that he could still glean notes of her perfume over the rest of the sticky, smoky scent that filled the bar. "Yeah?" he breathed, already getting much too wrapped up in the implications of her offer.

"Of course," she bubbled, entirely too bright for where his mind was going, "You don't have to worry about things like that. If any girl is worth your time, she'd never feel any kind of way about that part of you."

Harry gave a slight shake of his head. "No—um—I mean... Y'really mean y'still want to help me?"

(Y/N) reared back just enough to catch his eye, her half finished drink left to the wayside as she chewed on her bottom lip instead. "Of course."

It verged on embarrassing how just those two innocuous words were able to cause a stirring in his stomach, his pants needing an adjustment.

Before he had a chance to say anything in response, Harry felt a hand settle on his arm. (Y/N)'s expression loosened, her eyes widening when she saw whoever was behind him. She didn't say anything before she urged him with her hand on his shoulder to turn around, a bounce of her brows.

Forcing himself to turn over his shoulder, Harry found a pretty girl with lengthy brown hair and honey eyes looking up at him. Her skin was powdered and highlighted to perfection, her lips a juicy pink with blush to match. Her lashes flared around her eyes, like a cat's eye.

"Hi," she smiled, bouncing on the tips of her toes, "Sorry if I'm interrupting. I hope this isn't weird, but you're just really cute; my friends have been telling me to come and talk to you since we came in."

Harry wanted so badly to feel flattered. He wanted to feel a flush go up his cheeks and warm his already glistening skin. But, he just didn't.

All he felt was reluctance when (Y/N) excused herself, muttering that she was going back to the table.

"Um," Harry fumbled, forcing a dimpled smile onto his cheeks, "Thank you. I think you're cute, too."

It was true, the compliment. Though that was where it stopped. She was a pretty girl, but not the one he wanted.

She let out a sweet giggle, her drink sloshing in hand. "Do you want to dance?"

He couldn't help but to cut a look over his shoulder, finding (Y/N) sitting with Colin and Rue's roommate. An encouraging smile beamed from her features.

He swallowed thickly. She wanted him to take this girl up on her offer.

Honestly, he would have, if not for that smile on her face. As pretty as this girl was, she wasn't ever going to have the same creased by her eyes, the same crinkle to her nose, the same grin on her face. She wasn't the one that he saw himself readily watching reality dating shows with. She wasn't the one he wanted to end his night with. Not when (Y/N) was right there; not when she was the one he trusted the most.

"Actually," Harry started, morphing his features into an apology before the actual words even left his mouth, "I came here for a friend's birthday tonight; not really trying to meet anyone tonight."

The lie came out less than smooth, but it appeared that was all the explanation the girl required.

Her lips formed an O as she gazed up at him. "I see, no worries," she bubbled off, shaking her head, "I totally get it! Maybe I could give you my number or something? So next time you go out, you can just text me if you want to meet up."

Harry felt terribly guilty the more sweet and understanding she was. Rejection had never been and would never be his strong suit. And he wasn't going to be able to hone his skills tonight.

"Sure," he choked out, already unlocking his phone to be passed along to her hands.

She happily tapped away at his screen as she added her number to his contacts, a winking emoji stamped at the end of her name (Viola, he learned).

"Have a fun night!" she beamed at him before leaving to rejoin her friends.

Following suit, Harry pretended he didn't feel any eyes on him as he retreated towards (Y/N) in the booth. It was then that he caught the wolfish smile on Colin's face dissipate when he realized Harry was on his way back.

"What happened?" (Y/N) chirped, throwing a glance around him towards the woman he retreated from.

Harry shrugged, sliding into the booth at her side. "She and her friends are leaving soon. She gave me her number."

(Y/N) clasped her hands in a giddy clap. "No way! She so likes you, H! I'm so happy for you!"

It was cute, the way she bubbled his praises, as if he'd done anything at all to warrant the approach from Viola.

"When are you going to text her?" She leaned towards him (and away from Colin) with a conspiratorial smile.

Once again, Harry lifted his shoulders in a shrug. He dropped his gaze from hers, hoping she wouldn't press for more explanation when he answered, "Not sure yet."

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, drooping some, "Well, wh—"

Just then, thankfully so, Kim approached the table with clear eyes, her boyfriend draped around her with his own gaze looking much less coherent. "Hey, I think I'm going to take him home," she shouted to (Y/N) over the music, "Do you want to ride with us, or are you going to stay? I think Rue and Cora are planning on staying until last call."

(Y/N) immediately looked towards Harry, brows raised in question. "Are you ready to go home? Or did you want to stay?"

He gave a small cant of his head, warmed by the attention she gave him. "'M alright with whatever y'want to do."

Before he even finished speaking, (Y/N) shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "No, H. What do you want to do?"

Rolling his lips between his teeth, Harry didn't stand a chance before his mind wandered right back to the offer she made to him on the dance floor. He... Well, he would never assume that (Y/N) would drop and follow through right away, though there was a higher chance if they weren't in public.

"I could be ready to go home, if you are."

(Y/N)'s features softened into a smile. "Okay," she said just before turning to Kim, "We'll go home with you, if that's alright."

It was her turn to drop a hand on his knee, a slight squeeze of her fingers around the cuff. That was all it took to have his stomach tightening and heart choking his throat.

Harry wondered if he would always be this easy, or if it was just (Y/N).

Hopefully, going home early would help him find out.

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Harry waved one last time to Kim and her boyfriend before they drove off. Behind him, on the small tiled space just past the threshold, (Y/N) struggled with her teetering heels.

"Are y'alright?" he murmured as he closed the door, the lock clicking into place a moment later.

"Kinda," she sighed, "Hold on." Just as he turned to face her, (Y/N) placed her hand on his abdomen. Her fingers pressed through the material of his top just over the ridges of muscles lining his torso, steadying herself as she carefully attempted to shuck her shoes off.

His lungs stunted, his eyes dropping to where she was just short of kneeling in front of him. The last time she touched him so low on his stomach was when he had guided her palm down his abdomen before she had taken his cock in her fist. The memory had his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

"Sorry," she muttered, looking up at him through the fan of her lashes, a curtain of her hair hanging over her features, "I didn't want to sit on the floor—I don't think I would have gotten up."

He knew he was supposed to laugh along, especially when she let out a breathy laugh as she was finally able to kick off her shoes. Kicking her shoes to the side, she gave a chummy pat to his stomach before she rose to her full height. When she met his gaze, her demeanor was decidedly brighter and lighter than the direction his thoughts had taken.

"What's wrong?" she immediately chirped, her brows slanting as she gazed up at him.

Harry forced himself back into the moment, blinking back into the middle of his home. "Um," he coughed, turning away from her prying eyes, "Nothing—sorry, I zoned out."

"Are you sure?" (Y/N) pressed, canting her head. Her eyes fell from his face and down the line of his neck. "Do you feel hot? You're turning red, H."

A streak of guilt trickled through his system. She was genuinely concerned for him while he was a moment away from allowing himself to imagine if she had actually dropped to her knees in front of him and made good on the offer she extended only hours prior.

Shaking his head, he tried his best to fight off the natural reactions his body gave when it came to his roommate. "'M alright, really. Jus' a little tired, I think."

(Y/N) initially seemed to buy his excuse, but in that same moment, he saw something flash across her gaze. Her concerned features shifted until there was a sly smile on her lips, brows bouncing above her accusing eyes.

"Ohhh, I see," she sang as she all but bounced on her toes, "You want to go talk to your new girlfriend."

His eyes widened at her accusation. What map had she used to get to that destination?

"Th-That's not—'M not—"

"It's alright, I get it," she teased, putting her hands up as if in surrender, "I'll let you get to bed. Just let me know if you need any help deciphering what the amount of i's in her Hi mean, or if the exclamation points mean she's flirting or just happy."

Harry swallowed, shaking his head. "'M not—I don't... She was nice, but I don't think 'm going to text her."

"And, that's alright!" she bubbled, realizing he wasn't planning on playing into her chiding, "I was only teasing. At least you put yourself out there, that's all that matters."

A short smile touched the corners of his lips. He wasn't very interested in putting himself out there when what he wanted was right here at home. "Thanks," he mumbled nonetheless.

Her expression grew gentle then, the look of a best friend who wanted to know what was going on in her companion's head. No more teasing was going on as far as he could see. "Why are you all flustered then? You didn't drink much tonight, but it's okay if you're feeling sick."

"No, I—" he cut himself off before he stumbled into revealing the truth. "'S nothing."

(Y/N) was skeptical, that much was obvious on her face. "Harry."

"(Y/N), 'm fine."

She canted her head, looking up at him through fanned lashes. "Harry."

"(Y/N)."

"Harry, there's no way anything you're thinking can be that bad, that you can't even tell me."

There was something in the lilt of her voice, the way she so innocently pushed to know more about him in that moment. Harry wasn't sure what exactly it was, but there wasn't much fight left but the time she finished speaking.

Truly, once again, he'd laid bare each and every of his secrets and most embarrassing moments before her. What was one more?

For a split second, he thought back into that crowded bar.

I can still help you with all of... that, anyway.

He could still feel the fan of her breath tickling across his neck. He saw the way her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him with clear eyes. He saw the sincerity in her irises—both just before in the bar, as well as when she was wrapped up in his sheets.

All of this because he had the breath taken away from him when he saw her almost kneel in front of him when taking off her shoes.

"H—"

"I was thinking about you," he rushed out, unintentionally cutting her off, "And, the—uh—thing y'said at the bar. About... helping me."

A look of confusion struck her expression before she seemingly caught up. Her eyes brightened, a near imperceptible drop of her gaze down his form before she returned to his face.

"Oh. Are you... right now?"

They both knew the answer to her question. The suspicion only confirmed when he didn't offer any response.

Her socked feet shifted over the carpet, the front door still only mere feet away. A small reminder that he'd not even fully made it into his home before he was taken by the sight of her alone.

"You want... me?"

The genuine curiosity in her tone was enough to have Harry's insides beginning to roil. Of course, he wanted her; she was the only person he can remember wanting enough to act this vulnerable.

"Um, yeah," he answered, tongue fumbling over the words, "By the door, you were... almost on your knees."

Peeking at her, Harry gauged her reaction to his admission.

He watched as she blinked, lashes fluttering. Her eyes dropped down from his eyes, skipping to his pelvis. Harry didn't have to follow her gaze to know that she was seeing the slight semi he was sporting through his trousers.

"Really?" she chirped, looking up at him through her wispy lashes.

Harry shrugged, only a single corner of his lips daring to give a slight curl. "Back at the bar," he started, "Y'said... y'still wanted to help, so."

He didn't need to say more, not when a light entered (Y/N)'s gaze. She tilted her head as she looked up at him. A sweet smile bloomed over her lips.

"And you've just been thinking about that?"

His smile turned sheepish. He didn't think this was the time to really detail just how often she was on his mind.

A sparkling laugh fell from her lips then. "C'mon then, H," she bubbled, taking his hand in hers.

Something akin to a daze fell over his body. Harry didn't feel a single breath of hesitation as he followed (Y/N) from the front door. All he did was follow her steps to their sofa, his eyes unabashedly landing on her backside and the way her skirt hugged her hips.

"You said you liked me on my knees, right?"

Harry didn't think before he was humming a confirmation.

"Then I have an idea for something new tonight."

It was then that she dragged him to sit down on the sofa. Harry blinked, unsure of what to do with his hands before (Y/N) took her spot before him. On her knees.

His heart was reeled right up to his throat. She wasn't...

With her knees cushioned by their plush area rug (one she bought into the equation when she moved in), she scooted towards him. Her skirt rolled up over the smooth skin of her thighs, revealing more and more of her, parts that Harry couldn't help but to imagine gripping and squeezing in the heat of the moment.

"Is this okay?" she asked, so sweet and kind. Her hands landed on the cuffs of his knees.

"Um," Harry started, his mouth incredibly dry as it fell into a gape as he gazed down at her, "Yeah—Yes. Really okay."

The smile on her lips was so pretty. It wasn't fair that she would just look like that, not when she was working her hands up his thighs.

"You're funny, H."

He wanted to respond, really. But then she started undoing the fastenings of his trousers. He could do nothing other than watch her manicured fingers unbutton the waist and pull down the zipper. His cock stirred even just from the slight brushes of her hands.

Goosebumps erupted on his skin when she started pulling down his pants. Harry could feel her eyes on him when he lifted his hips to help her along, the kind of warm feeling that had his spine stringing up straight.

The warmth was no doubt becoming visible on his skin, a flush creeping up from the base of his throat to the apples of his cheeks. His lips were parted, breaths coming out in quiet puffs as (Y/N)'s deft fingers crept up his thighs. The inky tiger tattooed on the meat of his leg was delicately traced with the tip of her fingernail. His cock jumped.

"You said you've never done anything before?" she pressed, her voice drawing him in as if he weren't already hooked.

Harry swallowed, his throat bobbing. "Other than what we've done, yeah."

"Okay," she sounded, her fingers now creeping under the hem of his briefs, "We'll figure out what you like then. If I do something that feels good, just tell me and I'll keep doing it."

She said it so simply, as if they weren't talking about what he was going to feel when she put him in her mouth. The feel of her touch under the legs of his briefs was enough to have his toes curling in his shoes, his hands reaching for the fallen throw blanket behind him.

Had it really only been a week or so since they were holed up in his bedroom? His body reacted to her like he was starved, hungering for even a brush of her hand over his bare skin. Had he really thought that having her once was going to be enough to get her out of his system? Had he thought that just one touch was going to be enough?

Harry practically sunk into the sofa when she pulled one of her hands from the leg of his underwear and instead brushed over the bulge of his cock. He felt the press of her hand over his length, the ridge of his head pressing into her palm. The catch of her nails over his thigh as she scratched down over his tattoo was felt through his body, his bottom lip being caught between his teeth.

He was only slightly aware of her eyes skipping up to land on his face while his own were trained on her hand palming his length through his boxers. The material began to stretch further as he stiffened against her touch, the cut at the front of his underwear pulling open.

When the first blurt of precum stained the front, Harry felt more of that heat creep up his skin.

"Sorry," he murmured, already anticipating the mess that he was going to have to clean up tonight.

"Why?" she asked, so easily with her eyes peeking up at him.

So badly did Harry want to answer her, but she also decided to hook her fingers underneath the waist of his underwear in that same moment the question was posed. His mind went momentarily blank. All he could process was the catch of her nails over his hip bones, the drag of the material over his sensitized length, the fact that it was (Y/N).

Her question was lost when they both turned to focus on his cock as it bobbed free of the confines of his boxers. The head was already ruddy, veins roping around the length. Thank god he had just trimmed up down there before going out.

"Okay?"

Blinking back to the world, Harry looked to (Y/N) with a gape to his lips. "Huh?"

Her smile was too pretty to be fair. Especially not when she was seemingly bracing herself from her spot on her knees between his legs. "You're okay?"

"Y-Yeah," he breathed, mouth moving faster than his head, "'M so okay—so fucking okay. I've been thinking about this all week."

Her brows shot up over her eyes, light flitting through her eyes. "Really? Even when you were talking to your girlfriend tonight?"

He knew, in the back of his mind, that she was teasing him. The way she said the word full of extra sing-song syllables, the same way she would have teased him if he weren't half naked. But there was absolutely no room in his head where he could find any joke to play along.

"I was thinking about y'the whole time," he confessed, "She—She's not you."

"Harry," she crooned, her eyes soft and rounded, "You can't talk like that. Not when I'm about to suck you off; you'll make me cry instead. And not in a hot way."

Unable to hold back any more, Harry let out a flowing moan. The gravel of his voice filled their home, disrupting the hushed tones they had been using before.

Why would she say that? When he was barely holding everything together, why would she say that?

He couldn't keep his mind from wandering to the idea of her blinking back tears with her lips stretched around his cock. Harry never wanted to see her shed any tears—especially over him—but this idea, full of smudged mascara and glossy eyes, didn't sound so bad at all.

His composure being something just out of reach, Harry didn't have a chance before he could feel the breath of (Y/N)'s slight laugh fanning across his heated length. Just barely was he able to force himself to peel his eyes open to catch sight of her pressing her lips to the head of his cock.

It was a gentle kiss, the same kind that she would plant on his cheek when in a particularly touchy mood. Not the kind of thing that should have made the muscles banding his thighs and blocking his abdomen grow exponentially tighter.

Harry tightly clutched the throw blanket at his sides, the material thinning against the force of his fingers. Nothing could have prepared him for how deeply something so simple affected him.

(Y/N) continued with only a small crease appearing between her brows. She kissed the crown of his length more than once, dragging the pillows of her pretty lips over the heated skin. As innocent as the act appeared, it was immediately stomach twisting when he saw the way the thin strings of his cum connected her mouth to his head. The gloss she had lost back at the bar, was back in the form of Harry's own pleasure.

Pinning his bottom lip between his teeth, he watched with clenched hands while (Y/N)'s own moved along the strength of his thighs. One stayed braced over the ink of his tiger, fingertips denting the plush skin in an anchoring touch. The other continued on until her fist was wrapped around the base.

A swift breath was sucked in through his nose at the touch. Once again, he was reminded that his hand paled in comparison to hers. No one else in the world could be as soft, as gentle, as firm, as perfect as she was.

Her name fell from his lips in crooning prayers, Harry sinking further into the cushion.

Though he was sure his lungs stopped only a heartbeat later. Silence fell over the house, Harry's mouth dropped open in a soundless moan as she took her kissing a step further and tucked his head between her lips.

The heat of her mouth felt scorching over his sensitive skin, her soothing tongue laving over him. Her hand at the base of his cock worked up and over his length in lingering strokes.

Why hadn't anyone told him it could feel like this? No wonder there were millions of videos on seedy sites just about this subject alone. After last week, he doubted any pleasure could top that, and yet, here he was.

Before he had a chance to become accustomed to the feel of her mouth, (Y/N) pulled away with a soft pop of her lips. She kept her hand moving along his length as she gazed up at him, head canted.

"Do you want me to go deeper? Or do you like that?" she murmured, her voice lingering and warm.

"Deeper, deeper," he rushed out, lips slicked and swollen.

She didn't give anything more than a short smile before Harry watched as she dipped her head and took him back between her lips.

A moan of her name fell from his lips, sandwiched between swears too jumbled to make much sense of. True to her offer, she lingered over his head for only a moment before she surged forward, taking him deeper. Harry felt hypersensitive at that moment.

He swore he could feel each bud on her tongue pillowing against his sensitive length. The gentle suction of her cheeks hollowing out around him. The coaxing of her throat as she swallowed him down the further she took him.

Saliva dripped down his length, slicking her hand as she continued the rhythmic pumping. Harry couldn't look away, but could barely keep his eyes open.

Watching her felt like looking into the sun—like he was going to go blind, like he couldn't watch for longer than a moment before was going to lose it. But, he couldn't look away. He was lucky enough to have had her touch once, let alone twice. He couldn't act like this was ever going to happen a third time. He had to savor each and every moment.

Even when he felt the tight channel of her throat closing around the very tip of his cock, he forced his eyes to stay open. Even when he saw that moment that had his muscles going taut with (Y/N)'s eyes growing glossy. It should have broken his heart to see her blinking back tears, but he only felt the winding of the pit of his stomach.

Twice in a row, he was not going to be able to last. Twice in a row was he going to embarrass himself in front of his ultimate dream girl.

But, god, was it worth it.

"(Y/N), I—"

She cut him off with a slight gag closing her throat, enough for her to pull off for a steadying breath. Her mouth was slick and swollen, dropped in a gape as she dragged in breath after breath.

"Sorry," she mumbled, continuing the strokes of her hand, "Scared myself. I just need a second."

"Don't be sorry, don't be sorry," he muttered, finally giving in and throwing his head back with his eyes screwed shut. Precum streamed out of his cock, vein throbbing "You're perfect, love. So perfect."

The breathy laugh she let out was watery. "Thanks, H. You're perfect, too."

He should have felt silly, having given out such rambling praise right now, when it would no doubt sound like the lusty thoughts of a horny mind. Not like the honesty that slipped out in a vulnerable moment.

Though, he didn't have any longer than a pair of heartbeats to dwell before (Y/N) wiped any and all thoughts from his head. The glorious, wonderful, perfect heat of her mouth enveloped him once more. She sucked around him, matching the tight grip of her fist around his base.

"Fuck, fuck, (Y/N)," he chattered, surprised he hadn't ripped a hole in the fabric of the throw blanket puddled around him, "'M gonna cum, 'm sorry, 'm sorry. Y'don't hav-have to—"

Pulling off of him just enough to press her pursed lips to the tip again, (Y/N) shook her head. "I want to. It's okay, honey. Do whatever you want."

Maybe it was the vibration of her voice echoing around his length, or the sight of her pretty mouth parting for her soft tongue to lick over his head, or the encouragement that she wanted to take his cum—whatever it was, was all he needed. The bunched muscles lining his bones finally gave way, releasing him like a rubber band snapping as his hips lifted from the cushion.

He unraveled on the sofa, a warning on his lips that didn't make it in time before the first rope spurted out of him. His lungs were stunted as he watched the first dredge released over her mouth, following the line of her nose and dripping to the shape of her lips. (Y/N) closed her eyes, a soft gasp falling from her pretty, swollen, glazed lips. It was only a second before she tucked the head of his cock back between her lips, swallowing the rest of his release.

She continued the stroke of her hand, working him through the throes without lagging. Every pump of his release was swallowed down by (Y/N), the motion sending aftershocks through him. The grip she held on his thigh, with her nails digging into the skin was the only bite of clarity offered in that moment.

The world felt so small then, consisting of only he and (Y/N) and the throw blanket he was never going to complain about being balled up on the sofa ever again. There could never be anything else worthy of his attention when (Y/N) looked up at him with glossy eyes, bottom lashes clumping together. All with the traces of his cum having painted over her face.

"What the fuck?" Harry breathed out, a slight bit of delirious laughter falling from his lungs as he melted against the couch. His head fell back against the cushion, fingers cramping as he unravelled from the throw blanket.

Pulling away with a pop, (Y/N) allowed him to come down without the distraction of her touch.

"Good what the fuck? Or bad?" she breathed, letting go of his leg with one final squeeze.

"Good," Harry cemented with a nod, "So good."

Sucking in a deep breath, he pulled his head from where it had lolled against the cushions. Just in time to see her swiping her fingers through the mess on her face, licking his cum from her fingers.

Maybe his head was still in the clouds, the lack of oxygen having made him delirious and impulsive, but Harry didn't give a second thought before he was leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.

He could taste something salty and heady on her mouth, but he didn't care. There had been plenty of times before this that Harry wanted to kiss her, but this was the first time he couldn't find a single reason not to. He was convinced that this was the only way he could possibly show her how much he appreciated, and revered, and cared for her after she did such an act for him.

Her skin was just a touch sticky as he cradled her cheeks between his palms, their swollen lips sealed together. The very tip of his nose grazed the bridge of her own as he tipped his head just enough.

By the time his head caught up to his body, he realized she had gone stiff, mouth parted as if in the process of gasping.

A string of curses ran through his head. What was he thinking? Is he stupid? Or just so horny and touch starved, this seemed like a good idea?

Just as he made a move to pull away, (Y/N) pressed forward, kissing back. Matching his movements, she tilted her head and pursed her lips. It was Harry's turn to feel the slight gaze of her nose tracing his skin. The creases in their lips lined up perfectly, fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

Now was far from the time to confess just how many times he pictured and wondered what it would be like to kiss (Y/N), but suffice to say, the reality was galaxies better than the fantasy.

It was a short kiss, lasting only long enough for Harry to hear his heartbeat in his ears before he pulled back.

(Y/N)'s eyes were bright as she gazed up at him. "What was that for?" she whispered, voice croaky.

Harry shook his head. He could go on, listing for days, though maybe that was for another time.

"Jus' thank you."

The smile that bloomed over her mouth was sweet and sticky, glossed by saliva and a mess Harry was going to feel more guilty over once his head was clear.

"You're silly, H," she murmured, tipping her chin just enough to peck his lips, "You're welcome." With that, she stood to the full of her height, Harry's hands falling back to his sides. "I'll be right back. I'm going to clean up my face, but maybe we could have a sleepover out here tonight?"

It was the way she looked at him, like this was just another night of bonding with her best friend, that was going to make his heart both bloat and break.

Harry nodded instinctively. "That sounds like fun, (Y/N)."

She bounced in her spot with a chattery cheer before starting off to her room, promising to be back in just a moment.

He watched her bedroom door swing closed behind her, left alone in the quiet of the living room. Harry made an effort to put himself back together, underwear and pants pulled back up though he didn't bother to refasten them before he started towards his own bedroom. He needed to gather a few things for their sleepover, and that was what he was going to focus on and not the buzzing of his lips. Not the way his legs felt like jelly, his lungs rivaling the pounding of his heart.

How much of a fool was he? He was never going to be able to keep from crossing that flimsy, self-appointed line that reminded him that she was nothing more than his roommate and wasn't going to ever be anything else. That boundary was miles behind him, unable to be seen. Not anymore, at least.

Not after tonight.

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xx-reverie-xx · 3 days ago

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Hihi!! I just read your Sevika HCs and I absolutely love them!! I wanted to know if you could (please) write HCs for Sevika and Vi after an argument with their partner? :) Whether it’s an argument the reader started or they started can be completely up to you! Or you could even do both scenarios if you prefer! 💕

Thank you and I hope you have a nice day/evening 💖

🖤Sevika and Vi after an Argument🖤

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🤎Sevika🤎

I don’t think arguments would be common in a relationship with Sevika.

When she locks into a serious relationship, she means serious. She covers all the important bases for a healthy relationship; communication, loyalty, respect, trust, and so much more.

Covering these bases, especially communication, helps to avoid frequent arguments.

It won’t completely cut out the occasional argument though.

When you two do argue, it’s almost always about bigger things. For example, her working so much and not taking much time for herself, or maybe her drinking and smoking.

Post-argument time usually has as “how can we avoid this in the future” moment where you guys have a heart to heart about whatever started the argument.

If you start an argument:

Be prepared to apologize first. And only apologize if you’re really sorry.

You should always finish what you start, after all.

Your apology may be met with an affectionate an eye roll and a huff.

She never stays mad at you for long.

Once you apologize she usually makes space for you wherever she’s sitting and wraps her arm around just to let you know it’s really okay.

If you’re just apologizing because you feel like you need to, don’t. She can see right through you if you’re bullshitting her.

If you’re stubborn like her, sometimes apologizing can genuinely be difficult. She gets that. Which is why her patience with you is a blessing.

Again, when you’re ready to apologize , she’s affectionate and accepts it.

If she starts an argument:

This woman is stubborn. For her to apologize, it just doesn’t feel right.

She’s only ever been truly sorry a few times in her life. In the Undercity, living a life like hers, she never had time to be sorry.

Being sorry gets you hurt. It gets you killed.

But…

It’s obviously different when it’s you. You aren’t a big bad wolf waiting around the corner. You’re her partner, her ride-or-die.

In the heat of the moment, what she said felt right. It felt like something you needed to hear.

The thought of you feeling hurt by something she said just eats her alive.

She comes to you first.

It isn’t anything crazy, usually just a simple, gruff “I’m sorry.”

She’s awkward and stiff about it, but completely genuine.

Asks what she can do to make it up to you, if anything.

❤️Vi❤️

Violet runs hot. She isn’t a loose cannon but someday’s it can be hard trying to keep all of her emotions under wraps.

This has definitely lead to arguments over petty things like dishes in the sink or eating the last of her favorite snack.

It’s also lead to arguments about very serious things. Her pit fighting, drinking, and her occasional impulsivity.

Arguments always hit her hard, even the petty ones. No matter how old she gets, arguments always make her feel like a little kid, just waiting for the ball to drop. The ball being losing you.

That feeling of dread, like this argument could be the last, if that makes sense.

Physical touch is usually present in the make up process after an argument. It helps ground her.

The good news is, the two of you always make up very quickly.

If you start an argument:

If the argument is a petty spat about dishes or snacks, she still apologizes first, albeit rather begrudgingly.

This links back to her feeling like this argument could be the last. What if she never hears “You promised you’d take out the trash this week” ever again?

You, however, shut that down. “It’s my fault, I should be the one apologizing.” You tell her.

These arguments are extremely easy to come back from because you two are always on the same level. Two halves to make a whole, equals

There isn’t a point in staying hung up on petty nonsense for long.

If you start a big argument, you apologize first.

She distances herself and you have to go to her.

You’ll usually find her someplace where she shouldn’t be, like a bar. Or, you might find her someplace safe, like with Loris or another friend she feels comfortable around.

Not only should you apologize, but it would also be a good chance to thoroughly explain why you’re upset or might think something is a bad idea.

Once you do that, she’ll open her arms up to you and usually things can be resolved somewhat easily after that.

If she starts an argument:

Again, she apologizes first.

If she starts an argument, big or small, the dread of possibly losing you over this hits her like bricks.

For smaller arguments, she approaches you casually. If you let her, she’ll wrap her arms around you. An apology hug, if you will.

Says, “I’m sorry, baby,” in the softest voice she can muster.

These smaller arguments are always easier to come back from just because she’s so sweet. How can you ever stay upset when she’s such a sweetie?

Big arguments are something else though.

After she’s said whatever it is that she’s said, the weight of it all is suffocating.

If she said something really stupid and hurtful in the heat of the moment, she might need some space for a bit. Things like that take her back to that day.

But she’ll come to you when she’s ready.

May or may not have a little gift for you for extra measure. Usually it’s something simple like your favorite candy bar.

She tells you she’s sorry and explains why she got so worked up. Usually this leads to a steady and warm embrace and you let her know it’s okay.

hello!!! thank you for the request ♥️ please let me know if you enjoyed it or not. i had so much fun writing these. i kind of got carried away with vi’s headcanons 🙈. . i was purposefully vague about what started the argument so you can sort of imagine your own scenario for why the argument started!🎠

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satoruan · 1 day ago

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𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 — 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚!𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖

being in a secret relationship with Satoru & Suguru in a prestigious boarding school had its challenges.

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺. f!reader. raw dogging. MMF. public sex. voyeurism. established poly relationship. everyone is in their early 20’s EXPLICIT CONTENT

𝑨/𝑵. short n sweet. this is one of my top scenarios to daydream about before bed so ofc I had to insert my favs into it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

You hadn't seen Satoru in what felt like forever, so when you passed each other in the hallway, it was no surprise that he didn't waste a second pulling you into the nearest bathroom. His hand gripped your waist firmly, the other pressing against your stomach to guide you. His lips found your uniform-clad shoulder almost immediately, planting hungry, scattered kisses that sent heat racing through your body.

“Missed you s’much baby, swear I can’t live without you.” He whispered between kisses, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you he was lifting you on the cold marble top counter.

The nervousness of getting caught faded as he pushed into you, his lengthy cock filling you in a way only he ever could. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer as your legs locked around his hips, his slacks shoved down just enough to free himself.

You bit down on his shoulder to muffle the moans spilling from your lips, his name a breathless chant as his thrusts deepened.

His scent wrapped around you like a drug— woodsy musk with a hint of sweet, fruity warmth-and your head fell back, eyes rolling as pleasure overwhelmed you. His hands tightened on your hips, grounding you, owning you.

"Satoru," you gasped, clawing at his suit jacket as your body shuddered under his relentless rhythm. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against your ear as he murmured sweet nothings, voice low and husky, sending shivers straight through you.

But then you felt another body press against Satoru's back, followed by the softest kiss placed on your forehead.

"You look so fuckin’ gorgeous—both of you,"

Suguru's deep voice rumbled from behind, his hips grinding into Satoru, drawing a moan from both of you.

"Is 'Toru making you feel good, baby?" Suguru asked, his words laced with amusement as he watched you, wide-eyed and desperate.

You nodded frantically, reaching for him despite Satoru’s thrusts. Your fingers found his face, tugging weakly, silently pleading for him even as Satoru's thrusts grew rougher, stealing what little focus you had left.

"Sugu..." you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming mix of pleasure and frustration. Outside of sex, Suguru was quick to give you whatever you wanted, they both did.

"You want a kiss, huh, baby?" he teased, his dark eyes burning with mischief.

A whimper escaped you as you buried your pouty face in Satoru's neck, your body trembling with need.

"Oh, don't be like that," Suguru said, his tone softer now. He grabs the back of your head, forcing you to look up at him. His gaze pins you in place, and you feel like you might come just looking into his intense eyes.

"C'mere my little crybaby," he whispered, his grin softening. His lips crashed down on yours, unyielding and raw.

The kiss stole the breath from your lungs, his hand tightening on your neck to keep you in place. All the heat and electricity between the three of you surged through that moment, leaving you in a

When he finally pulled away, you barely had time to process before he shifted his attention, planting messy kisses along Satoru's shoulder.

"Ugh—Fuck yes." Satoru groaned, his head falling back onto Suguru's chest as his pace grew erratic.

"Mmm" Suguru murmured, his voice low and throaty. "Do me a favor and make our little princess come before you give her that pretty pussy your cum."

Satoru nodded, turning his head to Suguru as if seeking approval, but Suguru was already pulling back. Both of you whined in protest at the loss of his warmth.

"I'm gonna guard the door," Suguru said with a smirk, adjusting his suit as he moved toward the exit. "Don't need the principal finding us again. Have fun, but not too much without me. Oh and I’m next ‘Toru baby.”

And then he was gone, leaving you trembling and gasping under Satoru, who wasn't about to let up anytime soon.

#.satoruan writes #Gojo smut #Geto smut #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jjk x reader #Jjk smut

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sweetshuga · 1 day ago

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𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 ✰ 𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆

───~𓆩♡𓆪~───

𝒃𝒇!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕! Warming his dick in you after experimenting with snow. "Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm."

𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂. @issysh3ll... Her asks inspires me everyday. «𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅»

𝒘𝒄. 𝟫𝟧𝟩

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! A little bonus since I accidentally posted Smutmas before I was supposed to<3 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

Matt woke up earlier than usual, groaning softly as he stretched his limbs before carefully disentangling himself from your sleeping form. He stood up and immediately walked to the window above his bed. Lifting the curtains up slightly to see the weather and his eyes lit up, it was snowing. His mind pinged with an idea—his painfully stiff morning wood dragging his mind into the gutter.

He grumbled a complaint under his breath about his dick being too insatiable before slipping on an oversized white jumper that hid his arousal. Ready to go out and get some snow from outside to do his little experiment he just thought of.

The moment he stepped outside a shiver ran down his spine from the cool breeze, "fuck, why’s it so fucking cold outside?" He mumbled as he briskly walked towards his car where there was a thin sheet of snow covering the roof. He carefully extracted a small amount of snow into a plastic bag before walking back inside, letting out a shuddering breath.

"Hm? You’re up early, and is that snow?" Nick laughed in amusement as he walked towards Matt, "I can’t believe you went out at 5 am just to get snow in a plastic bag, what’re you even gonna do with that? Don’t tell me you’re gonna rub—" Matt punched Nick’s arm, making him let out a loud noise.

"Ow motherfucker! What was that for?" "Why are you awake?" Nick raised his eyebrows, "why am I awake? Well, someone has to edit the fucking videos, and I didn’t wake up, I just didn’t sleep." Matt shook his head slightly, a laugh escaping him despite himself, making Nick’s annoyed expression falter and morph into a grin.

𓆩♡𓆪

Matt finally managed to get back to his room, exhaling softly as he closed the door behind himself. He walked away from the door and towards the bed, checking if you were still sleeping before he walked to his gaming chair. Plopping down on it, he looked at the bag of snow that still somehow hadn’t melted yet—much to his excitement. He quickly pulled down his pants, letting out a low groan as he palmed his painfully hard erection.

He tugged his jumper over his head and shrugged it off, leaving him in a black tank top, and his pj flannel pants down mid-thigh. His red briefs had a blotch of precum soaking the front, and he was quick to pull his briefs down slightly, letting his hefty length spring free. "Fuck," he rasped as he swiped his thumb over his tip, collecting the steadily leaking precum before spreading some of it around his shaft.

Matt couldn’t resist giving himself a few pumps, letting out a series of muffled moans as he did so. He reluctantly let go of himself – his length twitching from the loss of friction – and took the bag of snow. He knew it was nearly impossible to put the snow flake by flake on his tip, but he wanted to try anyway—his curiosity clouding his common sense.

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"Fuck this," he groaned aloud, tossing the bag of slushy of snow onto his desk. His tip was cold, slightly red and swollen from not getting relief, and he could feel himself shuddering. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand carding through his hair. "What’re you doing baby..." Your voice trailed off when you looked down at his lap – his cock standing at attention – before taking your gaze back to his face which now had a pink-ish hue to it. All sleep, that lingered, vanished into thin air, an undeniable heat pooling in your panties from the erotic scene.

"Matt, what—" he cut you off with a quick mumble that sounded something like "It’s fine, i’ll deal with it myself". You chuckled softly, "you sure?" He gulped audibly, his resolve crumbling bit by bit. "I mean... I don’t wanna burden you, you don’t have to—" he paused and sighed—knowing his hands couldn’t compare to your warm pussy. "I take it back, please, sweetheart?" You smiled and pulled him up and towards the bed.

He stumbled slightly due to his pants and briefs around his thighs, but made it to the bed nonetheless and plopped on it, his erection bobbing obscenely. You chuckled before tapping his thighs, "c’mon, up." He immediately lifted himself up just enough for you to pull his pants and briefs further down, letting it pool at his ankles and shimmied out of your own underwear before straddling his lap.

He hissed in a breath when he felt your warmth on his much cooler skin. "Fuck, baby, hold on—" he let out a shaky moan when you teased his tip against your already slippery slit. He felt his need increase tenfold, the sensation of your warm and wet pussy against his poor sensitive tip proving to be too much for him, and in an instant you were laying under him with wide eyes from the sudden change in positions.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, gripping your hips tightly before suddenly plunging deep inside without any warning. The coolness of the head of his cock against your much warmer insides sent tingles down your spine. "Oh fuck, Matt," you moaned, your head thrown back against the pillow and eyes shut tightly to prevent it from rolling back. Your hands flew out to clutch onto his forearms when he started to move.

"Fu—ck, y’feel so good, so fuckin’ warm." He groaned, his hand coming up to cover your mouth, "shh—sweets, we’re not alone—mffh, you know." He didn’t wait for a reply and instead started to increase his pace. Making sure to hit all the right spots. He knew everything about you—and your pretty little cunt, after all.

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inazuman · 23 hours ago

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close the space (between me and you)

☁ jing yuan x f!reader s.mut, honkai: star rail ☁ reader is afab and goes by she/her. size difference, jing yuan is BUILT and reader is considered shorter/smaller than him, consent is sexy he asks reader if you’re ok to keep going and stuff <3, no plot just fluffy feel good smut, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), huge dick jing yuan no i do not take criticism. pet names: baby, my love, darling. ☁ A/N: this man is so big and so built i don’t even know how i would have sex with him but i cannot stop thinking about him SIZE DIFFERENCE JING YUAN ohmygod im gonna faint (size difference but like normal size difference yk like he’s just fucking BUILT have u SEEN this man. hes so tall and beautiful) ☁ 4.2k words

“Shh, it’s okay…”

He has you straddling him as he coos at you, rubbing his large hands over your arms, calluses both rough and gentle. Your legs are spread so wide over his thighs as your hands press into bare his chest, keeping you steady. Your fingertips trail over scarred tissue and soft skin, your palms pressing into the hard muscle.

When you nervously told him you were ready for him, shifting your weight between your feet and looking up at him like he might just give you the world… He immediately sealed your demure request with a kiss, a promise that he would, masking the way his heart hammers in his chest. He blocked off a whole two days worth of time, said he wanted to make an event out of it, casually delegating Fu Xuan to handle everything.

Now that he’s here with you… he’s determined to be exactly what you deserve.

He’s all gentle smiles, softening eyes as he pulls you in for another kiss, his palms flitting up your thighs, encapsulating them, fingers brushing against the back edge of your skirt.

He’s a little worried, he’ll admit. His body is built for battle, his hands meant to wield heavy swords. But with you, even with you hoisted high over his lap, you’re only at eye-level with him.

“Don’t wanna hurt you, darling,” he voices his concern, his lips trail down to your jaw, pressing wet kisses down the expanse of your neck. “We’re gonna take this slow, okay?”

He runs his thumb over the edge of your panties at your inner thigh, his fingers wrapping around to knead at your buttcheeks. e HHe moves you over him, grinding your clothed core against him.

“J-Jing Yuan…” your hands shake the moment you feel him underneath you, how big he is pressed against his pants. His mouth distracts you from the thought as his lips press against the top of your breast, discarding your shirt and lapping his tongue over the skin.

“So beautiful, so soft,” he remarks almost to himself as his tongue moves under your bra and over your nipple, earning him a gasp from you as your hands run through his cloud-like hair. “You drive me insane, when I look at you, don’t you know?”

You can barely respond, sputtering out nonsense as he unclasps your bra. He looks, feels, even smells like a dream. One of his hands moves to knead at your other breast, thumb over your nipple, your other nipple taken in wholly by his mouth now. He drags his tongue over it, his warm muscle against the sensitive nub, sucking lightly before moving to the other.

In truth, he feels half-insane with want and lust. You start to grind your hips against his all on your own, dizzying his mind, his mouth trailing over your body making you drip between your legs. Your fears about how big he is dissipating as you start to focus on how good it feels, his thighs solid underneath yours, cock heavy as you press your clit up against it for some friction.

“Getting needy, love?” He moves a hand between your legs to cup at your heat, watching with a smile at the way your eyes widen. His one hand envelops around your pussy whole, rough callouses pressing against the edges of your panties.

“You’re so warm, and already wet…” he whispers next to your ear, taking the opportunity to run his teeth over your earlobe, sucking softly. His fingers press against the wet spot of your panties, thumb running softly over your clit. He chuckles as he hears you gasp and arch into him.

“Sensitive, too, I see,” he kisses your cheek, pulling down the side of your panties slightly to slide a finger over your bare sex, your pulse quickening with each stroke as he toys with you, your slick coating his fingertips.

“Won’t you let me in, sweetheart? Let me make you feel good, hmm? Wanna watch you come undone on my fingers, is that okay? Maybe I’ll make you cum twice, have to get you ready for me, don’t I?”

You moan and nod just at the thought, just at his words. His smile borders on mischievous as watches your face scrunch up whilst he presses a finger to your entrance, and all you can think is that it’s so much thicker than your own as he slides it slowly past the first knuckle, then the second.

“Mm, good girl, opening up so well for me. Maybe you’d let me do anything to you, hm?” He kisses your forehead as his finger slides out before pumping back in. “You never have to worry, I’ll take care of you.”

He’ll take care of you, it echoes in your mind as you nod, feeling him smile against your skin as you say “yes, you can have me.” Between gasps, you say “yes, anything, Jing Yuan.” He feels himself get harder at the sound of you, at the way you fall apart with just one finger as he crooks it towards your front, as his thumb joins with your clit.

“Do you ever touch yourself like this?” He asks to distract you as he bullies another finger pass your entrance, your tightening thighs and the way you jump away slightly is calmed down by his hand stroking your back, his thumb at your clit bringing pleasure to the slight stretch.

“I-,” you grip onto his shoulders as the second finger slides in, your slick becoming more audible as he presses deep inside of you.

“Hm?” He taps your clit lightly as a gesture for you to finish.

“I-I touch myself, yes,” you whine as he rewards you for answering, pressing small circles around your clit. “I- sometimes, I think of you.”

He swears he feels his mind blank as he groans under his breath, just thinking of you with your fingers between your legs, moaning his name so prettily like you are right now, has him pressing his against your g-spot a little harder.

He quickly masks his lust with a smile, his light-hearted demeanour teetering.

“I think of you too, love.”

“What-,” you gulp, your stomach flipping even as you ask, “What do you think about?”

Does he dare say it? All the unholy things that have crossed his mind with you? “I think about the way you’d look bouncing on my cock in my lap. I think about your thighs.” He grabs one of them for good measure, his movements a little rougher as he coaxes you closer to the edge, chuckling as he listens to your mewls, how listening to him has you tightening up around his fingers. “Yeah, love, feels good? Fuck, I think about laying you out on the table and eating you out. I think about sliding into you with your knees pressed to your chest.”

He stuffs another finger into you as you get wetter from his words, the stretch only pushing you higher. You grip at his shoulders haphazardly, feeling the hard muscle that moves under your hands.

“That’s it, baby. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? We can do anything you like.” He quickens his pace, lets you chase him for more stimulation on your clit, whispers sweet nothings in your ear until he commands you to “come for me, come like the good girl you are,” and within seconds you’re gripping his arms and tumbling over, your thighs tightening and splaying your essence all over his hand.

“Made a mess all over my pants,” he whispers teasingly as you come down, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I- Jing Yuan, don’t you…” you reach your hand down between you both to palm at his member, the deep groan he lets out might just be the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. Even just this makes his hips buck into your hand, cock twitching. He lets you play with him for a while, watches as you struggle at his belt, chuckling at your frustrations until the metal clicks away and you’re able to finally slide that zipper of his down.

He swears you might just know what you’re doing, noticing the difference between your hand over his pants and then over his underwear, how the warmth of your palm seeps past the fabric. Your eyes widen as you wrap your hand around him, bottom lip trembling between your teeth as you realize you’re meant to take all that.

“Jing Yuan…” you whisper, like you’re telling him a secret, “I- I don’t think it’ll…”

“Shh, darling. That’s alright. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay?”

“N-no! I want to! I just-”

He presses a kiss between your breasts as he speaks, smiling at you cheekily before lifting you up with one arm and gently laying you down onto the bed, all so he can continue to kiss down your stomach, lifting your skirt up to kiss at the top of your thighs before removing your skirt.

“If you want to, we’ll make it work, okay? We’ll go slow, didn’t I say?”

“Jing Yuan, you’re so-,” attentive, you want to say, only he places a kiss right at the band of your panties, and you lose all your thoughts at the sight.

He takes pride in making you speechless, his teeth grazing right at the apex of your thigh as he takes the fabric between his teeth, sliding the side of your panties down to your thigh, his wet lips leaving a trail over your exposed skin. His golden eyes glitter up at you, at the way you pant whilst watching him.

He does the same with the other side, the middle of your panties still sticking to your core, only separating as he pulls them down all the way, watching how your slick pools within, then bringing his eyes to the source.

“J-Jing Yuan, you’re staring…”

He chuckles. “You’re just so pretty for me, lying there waiting for me, aren’t you?” he spreads your legs wide past his shoulders, his breath ghosting over your core, pressing a wet kiss against your clit that has you trembling underneath him.

“You’re gonna cum for me one more time, yeah?” he asks so sweetly, his eyes full of love and lust as they flit between your face and your pussy, he brings a hand up to slowly spread your core with his fingers. “You gonna answer me, princess?”

“Y-Yes, gonna- gonna cum one more time…”

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. You gotta, so that I can give you all of me, yeah?”

He slots his tongue against your heat, lapping enthusiastically at every drip of your slick. The warm, wet muscle is wide against your core, encompassing it with his saliva, kitten licking from the bottom all the way up to your clit. You squeal and whine above him, legs threatening to close only for his hands to press them apart even further, your hands gripping the sheets.

“Jing Yuan! Oh, fuck, it’s- you’re so good,” you make the mistake of looking down at him, his twinkling eyes and obvious smile that presses against your cunt. He takes the opportunity of you watching him to swipe his tongue over your clit, the tip of his tongue visibly playing with the hard nub, circling it. Your head falls back onto the pillow, eyes shutting tight as you let out a soft scream.

“Mm, love the way you taste,” he groans into you, savoring the taste of you over and over again, pushing his tongue inside of you before dragging it back out to flick the tip of it against your clit. It’s insane how he has you arching your back, your hips begging to catch up to his tongue as he teases you by moving his mouth away from your clit and back towards it.

“So needy,” he smiles, your slick dripping down his chin. He loves to watch you like this, loves to watch you lose control over yourself because of him, the throbbing in his pants so evident to him as your mouth opens in a soft “o”. He grinds his hips into the bed, his cheeks flushed between your thighs, nipping at your inner thigh to tease you only to lap into your folds once again.

“Jing Yuan, I-,” your hands interlink with his, stabling yourself to him. It’s sweet, romantic, even more so as he mouths at your core. Your gasps get louder, your back starts to arch as your hips eagerly press into his mouth.

“I know, baby. Just relax and let go whenever you’re ready, okay?” His palms press against your inner thighs, spreading your legs wide, his strength apparent as it leaves you unable to move them no matter how much you thrash. He doesn’t let up, doesn’t let you run away, only holds you as close to his mouth as he can as your slick gushes into his mouth. He suckles on your clit through every shockwave, even as you press your hand to his head, panting that it’s too much, too much! It’s only when your legs thrash that he lets up, a satisfied grin on his glossed face, wiping at it with the back of his hand.

You moan at the sight, fitfully grabbing at his strong arms to come back up. “Please, I want- Can we-?”

Your words scatter as he hovers over you, one hand pressed against the headboard, delving down for a quick kiss, letting you taste yourself lightly. “Can we what, hm?” He smiles.

You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, his hair tickling your neck. “I want you, wanna have you.”

Jing Yuan pulls back, his hands running up and down your thighs. Like this, you can see his scarred torso, your hands moving along the ridges and bumps of his abs. “Speak clearly, love. What exactly do you want?”

Your hand moves to your face, looking away from him as heat rushes to your cheeks.

“Oh? Shy now, are we?” He takes your wrist in his hand, eyes twinkling as he bends back down to nip at your ear to whisper. “Weren’t so shy when you were cumming on my face, now were you?”

You try to smack him with your other hand, only for him to catch that wrist swiftly too. He holds them in one hand, bringing them above your head. “Now then, won’t you ask nicely?”

“I-,” your hips move to grind against his member, but the friction is not nearly enough with the way he’s purposefully keeping away from you. “I want you… inside of me. Jing Yuan, I-”

He presses his clothed length against you, a reward that has you immediately panting for more.

“Keep going, love.”

“Want- want you to fuck me, Jing Yuan, Wanna- wanna feel you inside of me. Wanna have you here.” You wrap your hands around his, and he lets you move them, placing his hand just above your core.”

His eyes darken at that, and he shifts for a moment to remove his pants before returning, his hard length immediately capturing your attention as he lays it against your stomach.

“You’re gonna have me right here,” he taps your skin and you swallow. That can’t possibly fit. “You see that, my love?”

You reach down, wrapping a hand around the base of him, experimentally moving your hand up and down. He moans, deep and beautifully, his own hand around yours.

“Want you now, Jing Yuan.”

“Okay, baby, okay.” He finally moves, pressing your legs open from the back of your thighs, your knees high on either side of you. He takes his member in his hand, pressing the head to your core, pressing slightly. And just when you think he’s going to press in more, he glides it over your clit, then back again.

“Jing Yuan!” you whine, his smirk evident before he gives in, sliding into you slowly. He brings his mouth down to your neck, kissing and nipping at you to distract you from the stretch. One of his hands goes to your nipple, playing with it softly, then descends down to tap at your clit.

You can’t believe the way your body opens up for him, your pussy achingly taking him. He thrusts in and out shallowly before pushing more of himself in, and just when you think it’s all in, you look down to where his gaze is locked only to see inches of his dick still outside of you, slick with the wetness that drips down from you.

You whimper into his shoulder at the sight, and he immediately catches your gaze and brings it back to his face. “Shh, you’re almost there, baby.”

“You’re- you’re so-,” you don’t even know how to get the words out, you feel so full to the point that it’s hard to breathe. As your cunt welcomes him and he reaches the hilt, his balls press against you, a satisfied sigh releasing from him, kissing your forehead and allowing you to adjust.

“You did so good, love. You’re such a good girl.” He kisses both your cheeks. “You’ve taken me so well already.”

You cry into his neck at the praise, and he kisses you, tongue lapping at your lips. “Feels so full, oh, Jing Yuan…” Your breaths shake and he pulls out just slightly before pushing back in again, slowly and shallowly, just getting you used to the feeling until you’re whining and pulling at him.

“You’re so tight around me, baby.” Your vice grip around him has him doing all that he can to take this slow, a reminder of how small your figure is compared to his.

“Please, Jing Yuan. I need you. Need you so bad.”

“You need me, darling?” he chuckles darkly, pressing himself deep inside of you only to slowly pull himself out again, making you feel every inch and vein with the friction. “Why don’t you show me then, hmm? Beg all pretty for me, won’t you?”

That’s all it takes for you to start babbling pleasepleaseplease over and over again as Jing Yuan sinks his cock into you in tandem, his soft sighs against your cheek as he kisses you.

“You’re doing so good for me, darling. Just like that.” He brings his lips over your jaw, nibbling against your skin before descending down your neck. His hot breath trails over your skin, almost distracting you from the stretch of his cock as he presses another aching inch into you.

“So- so full,” you tell him, desperation in your throat and his cock so deep it feels like it might be in your guts. He chuckles at that, pressing down on your stomach, eliciting a whine from you.

“You rile me up,” his breath ghosts over your cheek, sliding out just an inch before pressing into you again. “You feel that, baby? I’m so hard for you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

There’s nothing that gasps out of you other than his name as he begins to move, large hands gripping your waist, his torso beading with sweat as he does his damn best to fuck into you shallowly.

“Jing Yuan- you can-”

He slides his thumb over the sensitive junction of your thigh, caressing your skin as he swoops in for a kiss.

“I can what, baby?”

“You can go- faster,” you exhale, breathless, of soul and mind and heat. He kisses your forehead with reverence, never taken for granted, always with his whole heart.

“Okay, love,” he grumbles into your skin, and then the pace picks up the way that you want, the way you deserve. His strong thighs flex as he presses your legs open, wider, rests part of his weight into you as your gasps turn into silent screams. You bring him in closer to you, and he leans in with a soft smile, pressing a kiss to your cheek, your neck, bending down to your chest. It’s in direct contrast to the way his hips slam into you, jerking the bed. He brings an arm to the bed frame, and it creaks under his weight.

“That how you want it? Hmm?” You’re so close now, he can see it. From the way you gasp and moan and babble under him, to the wetness that coats the inside of your thighs. He brings his other hand down between your body, rests a thumb lightly against your clit, and your back arches in response. He’s heavy in every way, from his body weight pressing down onto you to his dick inside of you to his gaze as it roams over every inch of you. His pace slows down just so he can watch your body contort when he taps over your clit, and then it picks up again, his hair a mess over his shoulder, his groans a ghost over your ear.

“You look so beautiful. Wanna watch you cum one more time.” His breaths come heavier now, he’s doing his best to ignore the way his dick throbs at the way you open up underneath him. “Go ahead, baby. Let go for me.”

It’s like a command, a dam breaking. Your mind bluescreens and your body reacts on its own, legs kicking out, your thighs doing their best to press together only to be trapped wide open by Jing Yuan’s body. He watches your every reaction, cupping the back of your neck like some sort of protection as your body squeezes like a vice over his dick. He’s so hard but it’s just background chatter to the way he can’t even move whilst you orgasm. He tells you how lovely you are, how much he loves you, but you don’t register it until you finally start coming down.

“Jing Yuan,” you sob his name and he hushes you immediately. “You’re -oh, fuck – you’re still-”

“Shh, yes. Look what you’ve done to me, hmm?” His cock is coated in your slick, he pumps into you once and the oversensitivity is all you can think about. “I know, baby. Just a little bit more, okay?”

He switches positions then, and oh, you didn’t think he could get deeper but somehow it feels like he is. He presses your legs close to you so your knees are pressed against your chest, his eyes glazed dark as you sob and your cunt throbs. He thrusts hard, over and over again into you and your next orgasm is wholly unexpected, from nothing but overstimulation and the hot, hot heat between your legs as he hits something inside of you over and over, a high-pitched something leaving your throat. He cums, finally, with a groan deep in his throat. Warmth fills you and slick pools at the base of his cock with a filthy, white rim that froths.

It hits something in him, makes him feel overprotective as he moves to hold you in his arms, caging you in with a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Good girl. Thank you, baby. You did so good. Was that okay?” There’s another wet kiss to your cheek before you navigate his mouth to yours, tongues mingling. There’s a deep, satisfied smile on his face when you both finally break apart that you can’t help but match, running a thumb over his dimple.

“That was incredible,” you tell him honestly, your hands cupped around his face, and he beams back. He slides himself out of you, his thumb moving to between your legs. His cum is still warm as he watches it ebb out of you, milky white a mess between your legs. It webs between your thighs and he wants nothing more than to take a photo, the sharp intake of breath he takes makes it clear to you.

His eyes graze back to your face and he smiles again, patting the inside of your thigh. “Let me help you get cleaned up, love, okay?”. You whine at the loss of him but he’s lightning quick, a damp towel in his hand as he wipes it over you, starting from your shoulders. It’s gentle over your sensitive breasts and down your stomach, to the outside of your thighs and your calves. He takes another towel to wipe between your legs.

You’re not sure if it’s the domesticity, or the care, or the post-orgasm haze, but you’re pulling him in again the moment he’s done, holding his body close under the sheets.

“Was that okay for you too?” You ask him, and he nods without hesitation.

“You’re beautiful, you’re incredible,” a chaste kiss follows to your lips, “and I love you.”

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tasteracha · 2 days ago

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a/n: when my angel @astraystayyh asks me for something i deliver. or make an attempt to. anyways please watch this before reading. warnings: subby hyunjin, mentions of alcohol, smut - MINORS DNI.

you loved all the colors of hyunjin. how could you not?

the deep shaded power with which he dances, sweat dripping off his temples and a fierce look in his eyes that only show when he’s on stage or pounding into you late at night. the carefree pastels that breeze through his hair when he has a day off, spending all his spare time with you with your fingers interlocked like he would lose his way otherwise. the soft mauves and grays of his sleepy eyes in the morning while you draw your fingers across his scalp, tracing along his nose down to his lips to feel the plushness underneath your skin.

but the one that holds a fonder space in your heart was the one you were looking at now. his face is painted with the brushstrokes of a glass of wine, redness on his cheeks and stained across his lips. he’s warm, you know he is, even if you haven’t touched him yet. your own half full glass sits forgotten on the nightstand, the heat from the alcohol just enough to burn at your stomach and scorch high on your cheekbones.

he’s talkative, speaking about everything and nothing while he holds you in the palm of his hand with just his eyes. soft giggles escape his lips, given to you freely despite how precious every sound that comes from his lips are. you take his hand in yours, finally drinking in the warmth of his palm as you hold it to your lips for a chaste kiss. it was innocent, a helpless motion that you don’t even realize you’re doing, but the look he gives you in response is anything but that. his eyes darken for a moment before he groans, sliding onto his back and stretching out his tired limbs. his cardigan rides up, exposing a sliver of his shoulder, taught skin over hard muscle, and you can feel your mouth begin to water.

he’s left with his head tilted back, his neck a blank canvas begging to be colored by you, and your heart begins to beat faster.

“god, i love you,” he turns his head towards you, letting his hand fall onto his stomach right above the waist of his pants. his legs are spread, beckoning you to fill the space between them. “did you know that?”

he’s not drunk, at least not from the wine. he’s drunk off of you, the mere presence of your body in bed with him is enough to make him lose a bit of his sanity.

it’s not as if you’re any better with the way your body is singing for him.

“yes, silly boy,” you smile, leaning over him to brush your lips against his jaw. “you only tell me every day. it’s not as if i could forget it.”

you throw your leg over his and slot yourself into the space that he left for you, and for the first time in the night he is silent. he watches your every move and his breath hitches when you place your hand next to his, ghosting across the muscles rippling on his stomach.

“i love you, too,” you lock your fingers with his, squeezing them together. “do you want me to show you how much?”

he barely gets time to breath out a yes before you’re leaping forward, kissing him with a passion that never depletes no matter how much time passes by. he opens his mouth for you and you take the invitation, sliding your tongue against his. you can’t get enough of his taste, wine and his cherry lip balm and him. you move your lips down to his neck, biting sharply then soothing the spot with a lick. his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him, but before he can get too far you take his wrists into your hands and pin them to the mattress at his sides.

“keep these here, okay?” he nods so quickly that his hair shakes with the movement. satisfied, you sit up and slide down, dropping to your knees in front of him. freeing his cock from his pants comes more easily to you than breathing, the movements committed to memory like the way his feet move when he’s dancing. you leave his pants hanging off of his knees, too impatient to maneuver them off of him.

you take his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly and hollowing out your cheeks. you look at him through your lashes, and the innocent look paired with the obscene sounds coming from your mouth making him growl fiercely. he reaches his hand towards your head, moving to card his fingers through your hair.

“darling, you’re so-” he cuts off when you pull away, fixing him with a look.

“what did i say?” you move your eyes to his hand, still hovering in the air by your head, and he drops it back to the bed with wide eyes.

“good boy,” you smirk when he shudders, giving him a moment to adjust before going back down on him. you lick a stripe up your hand to ease the slide of your hand on his cock, pairing it with sucking and licking at his head. you take him a bit deeper and you can feel his hips shift. the muscles on his stomach ripple in restraint, and you feel a swell of pride at him doing what he’s told.

he’s so good to you.

“where do you want to come?” you move away, leaning your head on his inner thigh as you lazily pump your hand along his shaft. he’s been so good, he deserves to make this choice.

“i- what?” his eyes are hazy, your words not registering in his pleasure soaked brain.

“on my face? in my mouth?” your breaths his hit exposed skin and he twitches, his bottom lip capturing between his teeth. “it’s your choice, baby. your reward, for being so good.”

in truth, he’s barely done anything to deserve a reward, but the fondness you feel for him makes you want to praise him over and over.

“in-” he clears his throat when his breath catches. “in your mouth, darling, please.”

you run a soothing hand down his thigh but it does nothing to calm him down. you shake your head fondly before taking his cock into your mouth for the last time. you speed up, sucking harder than before, going deeper, moving your hand in a flurry. the sudden change of pace makes him release a series of noises that make your head spin. little whimpers mix with soft moans, and he throws his head back as his entire body goes taut. strands of white paint the inside of your mouth, and the taste doesn’t bother you because it’s him.

you keep him in your mouth, swallowing his release around him and suckling him clean until he starts to whine in sensitivity. he releases his hands from their invisible prison and pulls you up and close to him, tucking your head into his neck and wrapping his arms around you. his hold is so tight, like he’s afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you in a death grip.

“you?” he whispers, stretching his languid body underneath you and sliding one hand down to cup your ass.

“i’m okay, you can pay me back later,” you giggle against his neck and he sighs, his entire body going slack as he lets himself relax in his post-orgasmic bliss.

“did you know that i love you?” he says against your hair, and you snort out a laugh.

“do you want to do this again?” you roll your hips against his softening cock and he squeaks, tightening his arms around you even more than they already were.

the sound of your shared laughter echoes through the room, taking the shape of affection that doesn’t need to be spoken.

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💜 Pairings: Choso x Fem reader- some Gojo x reader- Rating: Explicit- MDNI

💜 Contents/Warnings: Choso has a tongue ring for reasons... oh and a dick piercing for other reasons. In this chapter, teasing, sexual tension, cunnilingus, explicit sex, lots of confusion, jealous angst. Warning- the reader and Choso are with other ppl (just kissing but still) friends w/benefits

💜 Word Count: this chap - 9k

💜 Summary: You have been Choso's best friend for years, and one night he has a date with Yuki, his girlfriend, while you have a date with Ino, your boyfriend, only for them both to break up with you at the same time! You all think of calling each other, but run right into each other. Choso brings you home since you didn't even have your car, and you two are crying over a couple beers and a silly movie, only to have a sudden idea. Why not say fuck dating, fuck heartbreak, and just fuck each other?

No drama, no mess, no upset, and you two are such good friends, nothing can go wrong, right? The only agreement is no feelings, and if you all find a s/o, you'll end things. But the moment Choso opens his heart to you, and the moment you start falling, things get messy, as you realize he's the best you've had, and you're falling hard. Will you all stay friends, become more, or will everything blow up?

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Chapter Three

“What do you mean… you’re… going… fuck you feel s’good.” Choso is moaning in your ear as he’s fucking you, bent over the bathroom sink, his cock pumping inside of you, even with a condom he feels how good and perfect your pussy is, clenching down on him. “On a date with him?”

“Cho… ah!” You scream out, arching your ass up for more of his strokes, the way his piercing hits your g spot makes you incoherent, you’re soaking his length all the way down to his and your thighs, making a sticky mess. Your eyes catch his expression in the mirror, as fucked out as yours. “S’not a- mmm- date!”

Tattooed, strong biceps wrap around your body, those big hands gripping and squishing your breasts as he shoves his cock in deep, making your eyes roll back, as you begin cumming all over his cock. You both share a moan, Choso is burying his face in your neck, hot breath tickling your ear as he exhales, soft dark hair against your cheek.

He feels so good inside you, so good your knees are weak. You are nearly collapsing, now Choso has to hold you up entirely, fucking into you more, making your tits jiggle with each thrust. “Why… him…”

“Cho… you have… a date too!” You scowl at his reflection now, earning his cute little pout, his brows together.

“But- fuck, pussy is so good - you shouldn’t.”

“Then you- ah - shouldn’t! Just… friends, yeah?” You say softly, hiccuping on your words as he pinches your nipples, twisting them as he pounds your cervix.

“Cum on your best friend’s cock right, then, hmm?” He orders, so demanding and sexy suddenly, and you obey, cumming so hard you’re blinded this time, pulsing all around his cock. Choso moans out, pushing in deep and rocking his hips, turning your face to the side, so that you look at him.

You choke up when his violet eyes hit you, trembling and trying to focus, he’s fuzzy, you’re so fucked out you’re dizzy, and you taste his sweet breath on yours lips now. You lean forward, kissing him, which is your undoing, it has been the past couple times before this, when you kiss him you can’t pretend, can’t pretend you don’t care he’s going on a date today, and so are you.

You can’t pretend this is how friends behave.

But you can’t ruin what you do have, he feels too fucking perfect inside you, and now he’s throbbing, thickening, you feel him starting to cum hot in his condom, that heat inside your entrance, walls flutterign around it. And fuck if you’re not wishing instead he could bust in you without one. Which is fucking insane, but friends certainly don’t do that, do they?

Choso whimpers against your lips, vulnerable and sweet as he cums, rocking gently now, cupping your face so gently. “You’re so pretty, you’re so beautiful-”

“D-don’t say that.” You manage to whisper, tears pricking your eyes, making him sigh as he kisses you again, still snug inside you, your body pressed against his sink, legs dangling how he has you, has all of you.

“You are, I told you I’ll n-never lie. Your pussy is perfect.” You struggle not to speak your heart, you’ll ruin this, and now that Choso is going on a date, you don’t know how long this will continue.

“You feel good in me too. I love it.” You whisper, before you can think better. Choso eases out then, throwing out the condom after he sets you to stand on wobbly knees, holding onto you.

“I love being inside you. Never felt anything better.” He’s brushing your hair back, and you’re shaking your head. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“Don’t even call me that.” You push at him, pulling up your shorts and yanking down your top, he tries to slide it up, frowning as he kisses on your breasts.

“What, why can’t I? I always have.” He murmurs against your skin, and you tremble at his touch, goosebumps rising before you pull away, looking in the mirror and fixing your hair.

“I just can’t hear it. When’s your date?” He scowls then, something Choso really never does, dark brows low over his eyes.

“When’s yours?.

“Not a date, and I asked you first.”

“That’s different, she’s just some girl and grabbing something to eat. He’s Gojo. You simped over him all of-”

“I know, ugh. It’s just a drink, Cho, to catch up. I’m not a little lovesick girl anymore, you know.” You sigh, putting yourself together, looking in the mirror, avoiding his violet gaze. Your legs are literally still shaking, you can barely collect yourself, breaths coming in little pants.

“And when is the ‘not date’?” He asks again, you look at him, exasperated.

“Cho, we agreed we wouldn’t date seriously again, that’s the point of this, right? Being friends with benefits? So what makes you think I’ll be serious about him.”

“Because he’s always been your fixation.”

“Yes well, we both had them I guess.” You murmur, stepping out of the bathroom then, it’s too small, too overheated. You try to take several breaths to compose yourself, as he follows you.

“If you leave every time we have sex, I’m gonna start worrying.”

“You know you’re amazing at it. I just don’t wanna make it weird.” He pauses you now, tilting your chin up, pressing you against the front door of his home now.

“You can still hang out with me, you know. I missed you.” He whispers, you sigh, nodding then.

“Me too. I have a bit of time before I get ready, do you?”

“I have to practice, but you should come watch, yeah?” You nod then, smiling, you’re overthinking all this, he’s just Cho Bear, right?

You’re his best friend. That’s it.

Best friend who he just…

“I’d love to watch you all. I’ll get ready and come see you all before I go on the… it’s not a date you know.”

He purses his lips. “Mmhmm.”

“And you didn’t answer about yours.” You tap him on the chest playfully, seeing the strong muscles tense as you barely touch him, fingertips trailing up his tattoo slowly, watching his breath catch before you pull away. “Sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize.” He holds your hand now, both of you looking at each other in the quiet of the living room, it’s too fucking intense, you have to pull away, before you say something stupid… “But no, we’re just getting dinner tonight, that’s all really.”

“She’s pretty.” His brows draw together a bit, sighing.

“Gojo’s pretty.” You giggle then.

“You’re pretty, Cho Bear.” You tease, and he leans down now, cupping your face gently.

“You’re beautiful.”

Fuck.

You’re trembling as you hold in so much, how can he be so very casual about saying things like that, about wrecking your resolve. “Beautiful best friend?”

“Mmhmm. Prettiest friend ever.” You smile a bit, feeling your chest tighten, aching to draw his lips to yours. How does adding the physical suddenly make your mind so mushy? “So you’re not going out on this seriously?”

“Not at all, just for… like the hell of it.”

“If he hurts you I’ll kill him.”

“Cho!” He just glares.

His phone rings then, and you use it as your exit, you truly need to breathe, ignore the fact that your pussy is still throbbing from aftershocks of him inside you, ignore the tenderness on your throat from his big hands. You can’t complicate things further with Choso, you currently can’t handle how much he is occupying your every single thought.

When you’re home and getting dressed for later, you can’t help but wonder how you both got into this, well it was your idea. And it was your idea to show up and Choso’s place to fuck him this morning, it’s not as if Choso called you, no you called him and came over, eager for him after a week of not having him at all. You had avoided the shit out of him after that concert.

Seeing him with that girl hurt, especially since he’d just been inside of you, raw too, did that now not mean something? To a girl who always wanted things to be so special, now you wonder at yourself. Because Choso felt special, and Ino had never felt that way, it felt more like what was supposed to happen, it was the progression of a serious relationship.

It didn’t hurt that Choso and Yuki had gotten so close and your friendship was strained, seeing him in that mall ring shopping with Yuji had made you realize just how serious he was for her. You and Ino had talked a bit about future plans but weren’t as far as that.

Choso doesn’t know you saw him, but you did, and any lingering wonders about him that day you had put far behind you. Now, everything has shifted and changed, you’re running out on your best friend after his cock is inside you, purely because you don’t know what will spill out of your mouth.

“Baby girl, you’re dickmatized.” Your best friend says now on video chat, Utahime. You sigh, smiling at her, pretty brunette and sassy as fuck. “How the fuck are you gonna go out with Gojo though!?”

“You just hate him.”

“Of course I do! Oooh, that outfit. Slay.” You smile and do a little spin in the pretty outfit, it’s chilly today so it’s a tan sweater with black tights and little brown boots. “Add a belt!”

“Of course. Now listen… what do you mean dickmatized? By Cho?”

She lights up a blunt, you jokingly try to grab it from the phone screen, making her snort in laughter. “Yes, by Cho. You absolutely are, look at you.”

“Dickmatized. I’m dickmatized.” You mutter to yourself now, smacking your forehead and sighing. “That’s all it is!”

“When you get good dick, it really fucks your mind up. So first off, you need to make sure that’s all it is, because that boy seemed in love with you.”

“He loved Yuki, ‘Hime.” You slip on a light tan belt, admiring the outfit in the mirror, bending over now to slap on some lip gloss.

“He definitely was down bad for her. But Gojo in response!? Really.”

“I may have seen Cho with a pretty blond girl before I said yes.”

Utahime sighs at that, shaking her head, pretty black locks falling as she leans forward. “Feelings from just a couple dick sessions? God help you.”

You glare now. “Bye!”

“Bitch… sorry.” You snort and roll your eyes. “Don’t fuck Gojo for the love of all that is good. Who knows what he’s got, he’s a hoe.”

“Don’t I know it. But… I mean I’m literally fucking my friend. Can I judge currently?” She sighs, hitting her blunt as you pick back up the phone.

“Trust me you’re a long way from him. You know, I love Choso, I really do, but be careful. He falls fast and hard, don’t wanna accidentally hurt him.” You nod now, smiling into the phone.

“I agree. Ugh, I miss you! Come back home soon.”

“I will be home next week, let me enjoy my vacay. Horny ass.” You glare and she laughs at you. “What I can’t joke, you were always such a good girl.”

“I know I’m corrupted.”

“Dickmatized.”

“That. All right, love you!”

“Love you too. Don’t fuck Gojo.”

“Jesus.” You hang up the phone, and none other than Satoru Gojjo is texting you, your heart does still do that little high school jump, despite the shit memories.

‘Gojo I… what do you mean? What did I do wrong?’ you’d had tears in your eyes as you had asked the question, dancing with Satoru Gojo at prom finally. He looks down at you with cold, crystal blue eyes, ones you could stare into forever.

‘You want things so serious, and I just am interested in fun. It’s nothing personal, sweets.’

‘I can be fun!’ You pout and he smirks a bit, like the charming jerk he could be, his big hand pressing your back, against his chest. You immediately get flustered, and he’s chuckling.

‘You’re a good girl. It’s cute but not my thing. I plan on having a pretty fun prom night, if you catch me?’ he looks over to the several girls, cheerleaders of course it was what he usually went for, not shy girls like you with your nose in a book. It had been some miracle he’d ever noticed you.

‘I… Gojo we can… um…’ Your heart races as he finishes the dance, leaning over and pressing his lips against yours, when he tries to deepen the kiss, hands slipping down to your ass, you tense a bit, so nervous. ‘I just need a little time is all!’

‘You keep being a cute little virgin, it’s all good. Thanks for the dance.’ You’re trembling now, feeling sobs choke you up, he raises a thin brow. ‘You crying?’

‘N-no. I… Gojo, please…’ Gojo leaves then, arms around two of the girls, throwing you an arrogant peace sign, you’re alone in the middle of the dance floor, everyone watching you, whispering about you.

Suddenly you’re in his arms, Choso’s arms, he’s pulling you against him, swaying side to side, and you blink and look up at him. He’d opted to wear a black band shirt under a suit jacket, his hair spiked up in places, choker on his neck. He’s still your best friend Choso, even at a formal prom.

‘You don’t have to, people are making fun of me.’ You whisper, voice breaking in the middle, Choso frowns then.

‘You’re my best friend, and no one gets to make fun of you. What happened?’ You ease in his hold, a hand on his shoulder, the neon lights of spinning disco balls illuminating his handsome face.

Handsome.

Choso was handsome.

But, he was only your friend.

And your best friend, right?

‘He broke up with me.’

‘On the dance floor!? At prom!?’

‘Because I’m too… I’m not fun, Cho.’ He spins you then, frowning.

‘I think you’re fun.’

You feel your cheeks heating up embarrassingly. ‘I’m not fun, Cho, not like he wants.’

Choso blinks, glaring now. ‘So because you won’t fuck him so soon he’s leaving you? What kind of dude does that?’

‘I tensed when we kissed, I didn’t go far enough-’

‘Shh.’ He holds you against his chest now, your arms are around his neck, you’re feeling so safe, hiding your emotions against his black jacket. ‘Don’t change for anyone, you’re perfect the way you are.’

You shake yourself out of your reverie as you pull up at Choso’s home, hearing the music blaring from the garage already. Satoru Gojo had truly been terrible back in high school, it was a mean thing to do, and Choso had come to your rescue. But… he’d done it because of your bond, how do you go and ruin that?

“Dickmatized.” You murmur again, walking in the garage now, Megumi smiles a bit at you, waving, but Yuji runs up and hugs you like a happy puppy.

“Hey! You’re here!” You laugh a bit as he picks you up and spins you.

“Holy… you got strong, what happened?” He holds a well toned bicep out and flexes, grinning, you just laugh at how sweet he is. “Working out?”

“All the time! My muscles are almost as big as Choso’s.” You smile as Chose walks back in, seeing you and smiling, licking his lower lip, you damn near overheat when you see that ball on the barbell of his ring, remembering the insane things he did last week with it.

You’d been so eager this morning you’d told him to just fuck you, and you’d been soaking wet before he touched you, that’s how stupid your body was reacting. You’d kissed him and throbbed, eagerly stripping him until you all somehow ended up in his bathroom, you’re still not sure how, you’d been too entranced in all of his kisses, his touches.

“Hey angel, you came.” He says with a smile, coming to hug you now, fuck even his hugs get you, his scent…

Dickmatized.

“Of course I did, lemme see what you all got.”

“A challenge.” Megumi says, swirling his drumsticks, and Yuji is bouncing up at the chance to impress you, you barely can look Choso in the damn eyes, so intense, not knowing how to just act normal. You needed to.

You sit now and watch them as they start the set, listening to the beat of the drums, the bass from the guitar, and Choso’s smooth as silk voice. His long fingers with those painted black nails wrap the mic, and he starts singing lyrics you’ve heard a ton of times, but for some reason it’s as if he’s singing them to you.

You’re feeling like some dumb high school girl again, and that was years ago, gosh almost six years since that prom night. When you finally stopped being such a lovesick fool. But you can’t stop your heart from racing, your eyes from trailing down Choso’s long torso in this tight black shirt of his, that shows his rippling biceps and veiny forearms.

Arms that had you bent over a bathroom sink this morning.

Stop that.

The music wraps around you in the garage, you’re focusing on it now, focusing on the three of them. Choso is the best older brother in the whole fucking world, taking care of Yuji as he had, and you love to see them interact, Yuji’s adorable infectious grin shining out from a serious, focused Megumi, and an intense Choso. You know all the words to the songs, singing along silently, so as not to overtake Choso.

You have heard them play a hundred times, but they’ve never felt like this before, those lyrics Choso wrote, surely about Yuki.

And all I see when I close my eyes is you.

Choso’s eyes keep catching yours and you can’t stop the tightening in your tummy, while you mouth the words with him. Yuki, surely. Couldn’t be you, this was a song from months ago. So don’t be so stupid, so foolish, don’t think that you’re suddenly in his heart because he fucks you.

You suck at this.

You watch him, his hand moving over the strings of the guitar slung over his chest, along with Yuji now, hips swaying with a grace that’s almost mesmerizing, his eyes closed in concentration, those long lashes fluttered shut. You see the sweat dripping from his brow just so, making his neck glimmer with the thin sheen as he leans closer to sing again.

Like a jolt to the heart.

There’s a jolt in your entire body as you keep watching him, trying to also focus on Megs and Yuji so you weren’t so fucking obvious, but the way Choso’s body is swaying with the rhythm makes you damn near drool. You start to feel your heart race faster along with every beat and every word, and you’re pretending it’s the music or the way he’s looking at you.

You’re up and dancing now to the beat, they all smile as they play and watch you, you’re letting it pick up your hips and move you, moving to the rhythm. Megumi’s drumming is like a heartbeat, steady and strong, driving the song forward. Yuji’s playing is more intense than ever, as if he’s trying to outdo Choso in some unspoken competition.

But Choso…

Choso opens his eyes again, looking directly at you. You hold your breath, feeling like the entire world has stopped spinning for just a moment as he finishes the lyrics.

And I fall for you. Over and over again.

The music dies down, and the garage is filled with the sound of your own racing heart thrumming in your ears, for a moment you’re so entranced by his violet eyes and those words you just stand there. You clear your throat then, jumping up and down and clapping as they all smile.

“It was great, guys. Really. Oh my god you’re gonna kill the next show!” You say then, and they are beaming now, especially Yuji, who comes up and hugs you again, you notice Choso glaring just a bit.

Confusing.

“You’ll be at the next show right?” Megumi asks you now, you nod then, earning a little quirk of his lips as he fixes up the spiky black hair of his. “Good.”

“I wouldn’t miss it. I told Cho I never missed one, I just had to hide because… well Yuki hated me.” Yuji rolls his eyes, and Choso tenses as they put up their instruments.

“She was so mean.” Yuji says. “I’m glad we didn’t buy a ring.”

“Yuji…” Choso starts, but you smile.

“For the best maybe?”

Choso nods, no need for you to say that fucking Ino was partially because you watched that shopping trip happen. Now you know he didn’t buy one but…

Choso’s phone starts dinging and he peers at it. “The date?” Yuji asks.

“Not a date, I don’t want to date any time soon. Just grabbing a bite with a big fan is all.”

“Uh huh sure.” Choso scoffs, shoving at Yuji, as your own phone goes off, and Satoru’s name pops up.

Jock Gojo: (You’re not sorry for this name in your phone btw) I’m heading in twenty, sweets.

You: I’ll head that way.

Jock Gojo: Sounds good.

“I have to head out, you all. Thanks so much for showing me your music, you know I am proud of you all.” Megumi shyly smiles and Yuji beams, but Choso’s mouth is stern as he looks down at your phone curiously.

“Let me walk you to your car.” Choso says, you wave at the boys as he leads you over, you inhale the fresh air, trying to let the breeze cool you down, you’re overheated when Choso is standing so close to you.

You tuck your hair behind your ear nervously, Choso takes in your outfit now, hands gently brushing down the soft knit of your sweater. “Do you like it? It’s cool enough to wear now.”

“It’s pretty on you. But you always look pretty.” You bite on your lip now, unable to look at him, just watching his hand against your sleeve as it traces it, the tattooed hand that could wrap your throat so easy.

“Thanks, Cho Bear.” You playfully nudge him, and he clears his throat, smiling down at you, as if coming out of his own thoughts.

“Just a drink huh?”

“Yeah. Not a whole dinner like you, Casanova.”

Choso scoffs, leaning against your car, crossing his arms. “It’s literally a bite to eat, nothing fancy. I wouldn’t have said yes if you hadn’t told me to go ‘have fun’. I took it as you…”

“You seemed to be having a lot of fun.” He blinks then and you sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“After we hooked up at the club, well I came to find you, to apologize for being so weird about this. And…”

“Shit.” He exhales, hand on his face now.

“No, it’s cool. I just… I mean we just had… and like raw even? And it was so weird to me, to see you with someone immediately-”

“I’m so-”

“No, no it’s fine. Swear. It is just my preconceived notions of what sex was supposed to be. I am glad you had fun, and I hope you have a lot of fun with her.” Choso’s eyes are serious, mouth in a stern line when you gently put your hand on his shoulder.

“That hurt your feelings, stop lying.” You gulp, shaking your head. “You think after being best friends for ten years I don’t know you?”

“But it shouldn’t have.”

“But it did.”

You feel him looking right through you, calling you the fuck out. You shake your head now, heading to the driver's side door, bending to open it up, but he’s right against your back, you feel his entire body hard and strong, so tall he takes you over, his hands braced right on the hood of your car as he does. You feel his breath against your cheek as he bends down low.

“Cho what are you doing?” You whisper, looking back at him, he’s too close, so close you can’t think, a hand slipping up your waist now, reaching around to splay the expanse of it over your sweater.

“I’m sorry that hurt you, you don’t deserve to be hurt. I swear I was just upset because you ran and…”

“It’s okay I’ll never be mad at you.”

“Promise?” You nod and he exhales, his lips far too close. “If I said what’s on my mind you’d be mad.”

“What is it? Annoyed about Gojo?” He scoffs, shaking his head. “Nothing you say would make me mad at you. You’re the sweetest friend in the world.”

“Am I so sweet?” Choso’s hand presses against your tummy as his lips press against the shell of your ear, making you tremble. “Thinking of how I’d love to pump cum in your pussy before you go out with him.”

You gasp, his words talking right to your damn pussy, you feel him pressing more and imagine him there so deep. “You…”

“Dripping my cum all night.” His hand lowers, barely brushing against the hood of your clit over your tights. You’re shaking so much your knees are almost knocking together, ass arching up, feeling his strong thighs against it.

“You don’t mean that.” You say softly, earning his quiet laugh, he ghosts his fingers over your clit, before letting you go, and you exhale, looking at him incredulously now. “You’re what… kidding?”

“You think I’m kidding?”

“It’s not like you Cho!”

“Do you really know me all the way?” He asks, and you bite your lip again, turning to look up at him, the car now cold against your back. He gently takes your lower lip out of your teeth’s grip, thumb brushing over the indentations.

“I know you like the back of my hand. I thought so at least. You can’t say things like that, they confuse me.”

“What’s confusing? Me cumming inside you?” He leans forward, cold metal necklace brushing on your exposed collarbone, he’s tilting your chin up, you’re lost in the violet depths of his eyes, as the lights are setting outside, the night descending, encapsulating everything in pinks and purples.

“We said it was too intimate.”

“Maybe I want-” Your phone goes off again, you glance at it, watching his jaw lock now. “Gotta go?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t you be getting ready?”

“Yeah.” He exhales, backing away now, just in time for Yuji to run out, waving goodbye. Choso closes your door, and you gulp down the horrible feelings as you drive off.

What the fuck was that.

Satoru Gojo whistles as you enter the martini bar, you smile a bit and roll your eyes, he’s in a fancy expensive ass dress shirt and slacks, looking like a million bucks, you feel just a little underdressed. You nervously look down at your outfit, as his icy blue eyes follow. “You look good, fuck.”

“I’d have dressed up more if I knew you were.” He takes you by the hand, letting you do a spin, whistling and earning your flushed cheeks.

“No, the sweater dress is cute as fuck. I just like to dress up everywhere, literally go to the gas station like this.” He grins, a flash of white teeth.

“Prissy ass.” You tease, and he laughs, still holding your hand in his, and fuck Gojo’s fingers were long, ridiculously huge, taking yours over completely. You look down nervously, so curious about him then.

“Thanks for coming, I thought you’d blow me off.”

“I should have. Pulled a prom.”

His mouth forms an O, brows knitting together. “Ouch. Sit, sit.”

You sit next to him, and he holds up two fingers, getting one of the waitresses' attention. She fawns over him, and he’s winking at her, looking at her name tag lazily. “Can I get two martinis for us please? Oh and some of that famous cake.”

“Coming right away Mr. Gojo!” She runs off and you expect Gojo to stare at her ass honestly, but he doesn’t, he leans back in his seat, an arm around your shoulders casually, you inhale that extravagant cologne of his as you lean in a bit.

“You still wear the same scent.” You say, before you curse yourself.

“You remember that?” He asks, a brow raised, you nod a bit. “Huh. Yeah, I have always worn it, that’s true. Ya like it?”

He’s wiggling his brows now, with a big ass grin. “It smells good, yeah, I guess.”

“You guess. Well, you smell good too, sweet. Like cupcakes.”

You can’t stop your giggle. “Cupcakes!”

“Mmm, my favorite. Vanilla.”

“Well I’m not vanilla.”

“No?” You’re heating up again, ignoring his smirk with a little glare, taking the drinks the waitress hands, she also hands Satoru her number.

You can’t blame her, there was a time you were obsessed with him. You still feel a bit of the butterflies, especially at the proximity you two were in, but you know also what you’re feeling for Choso is intense. And it’s something you shouldn’t be feeling, or even thinking about truly.

I wanna cum inside you

What the ever loving fuck was that!?

“So how have you been? What work do you do?” Satoru asks, and you smile a bit then.

“I actually do admin work.”

“Boring.”

“Very.” You giggle then. “Your work is boring too.”

“Sure the fuck is. But I tend to find my own fun.” He’s sipping his martini, crossing his legs now, fingertips slipping down where your sweater slides off one shoulder, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Banging assistants on your desk?” You quip.

“How’d you know? Want a new job?”

“Oh god.” You can’t help your laugh as he’s chuckling, sipping on your martini, exhaling a bit. “Mmm, yummy.”

“They have the best ones here. Ooh, look cake.” Satoru always loved sweets, you have no clue how he’s so slender when you used to watch him eat cookies and donuts by the dozen. Another waitress brings over a big piece of chocolate cake, decadent and fluffy.

“Okay it does look good.” Satoru picks up a fork now, handing you a little bite, you lean close and take it off the fork, licking your lip and shutting your eyes with a little moan.

“Damn, what do you sound like cumming if you sound like that from biting some cake?”

“Oh god, really Gojo!” You shove at him now, and he’s eyeing your lips hungrily, you nervously lick them again, earning his exhale. “Just because I’m not a goody goody doesn’t mean I’ll put out you know.”

“I didn’t ask that, you’re thinking about it.”

“Sure am not.” You take another sip now.

“Bad breakup, yeah?”

“Yeah it was shit. I kind of… well I kind of have a friend with benefits now, you should know that I guess?”

“Freaky hmm.” You shake your head at him, he just sips his drink, stirring the little cherry in it slowly. “I don’t care about that, I have a few regulars, until I date seriously again I mean.”

“You date seriously now?”

“I had a year-long relationship, it kind of… ended shitty. So I guess I’ve been avoiding commitment.” You tilt your head a bit, studying his pretty face.

“You seem more genuine than before.”

“Teenage Gojo was a little shit for sure.”

“Yep.”

“Hey!” Now he’s laughing, and fuck he’s charming, running his hand through his silky white hair and leaning closer. “I should apologize.”

“Yeah, that was shitty.” The wound has long healed, but remembering what happened hurt, especially the pathetic way you still tried to be with him, even after all of it. “I wasn’t popular like you.”

“No, you weren’t but you were sweet, and funny. And smart.”

“Ah… thanks Gojo.” His hand rests on your thigh over the thin black tights you’re wearing, and you don’t smack him off, but you tense just a bit.

“Can you forgive jock Gojo?” He pouts pretty pink lips.

“I can forgive jock Gojo.” He exhales, eyeing your drink now.

“Want another?”

“Um…” You wonder what’s holding you back, from the guy you’d been literally in love with years back, handsome and funny and much more mature Gojo.

Choso inside of you that’s what.

Choso’s big hands on your hips, the way he kissed you, the things you’d felt from them, since when did kissing make you soaked? But was it just him being so sweet and sexy, giving and talented? Was it because you were so comfortable with him, even showing your body?

Ino just never felt anything more than sweet or nice, but you have a severe lack of experience.

“I’ll take another, thank you.” You say softly, he orders two more, nibbling on the cake, frosting on his perfect pale skin. You thumb it off carefully, and he laps it off your finger then, smirking at your little gasp.

“You’re cute.”

“Cute huh?”

“Cute. Little reactions, so easy to read. You always were, but I guess my idiot ass wasn’t reading then.”

“You were just fucking all the cheerleading team.”

“Of every school.” He winks and your eyes roll back. “Just kidding, only the surrounding schools.”

“Oh gosh.” Satoru takes his cherry then, popping it between his lips, blue eyes filled with mischief as he peers at you. “What?”

“Nothing, just thinking how I didn’t get your cherry.”

“Oh jesus. You talk too much, you know. Thank you.” You say to the waitress as she hands you another glass. She also hands Satoru her number. “Is this everywhere you go?”

“Yeah. Kinda always has been like this. Lemme eat your cherry.”

“Everything you say sounds so pervy.” You hand him your cherry then, he takes it between his teeth, snowy lashes lowering, and you feel your body heat up then.

Satoru’s leaning down just a bit, taking your chin between his thumb and finger then, leaning low. “You’re so pretty tonight.”

“Oh… thank you Gojo.” You catch sight of it then, of Choso Kamo out the window on the bustling street in the evening, and the pretty blond in his arms.

You gulp now, pulling away with a breath. “No kiss huh? Still mad at Jock Gojo are you.”

“Um… no I… I have to go to the ladies room. I’ll be back?” He nods then, poking around on his phone, snapping pics for his Insta, which was of course stupidly popular and had been.

You walk past the window, surely you’re mistaken?

But who else has spiky black fucking pigtails.

He’s grinning too, as she’s leaning up, her arms around his neck, and you feel sick to your fucking stomach when he kisses her. Sure it’s just a kiss, right, and you don’t date him, and you shouldn’t care. That’s the point of it all, to not care, but why does it feel like someone’s punching you in your gut as he cups her face with his fucking hand!?

Fuck it brings tears to your eyes, they pull away and he looks all shy and fucking adorable, you quickly walk to the bathroom before he peers in the window and sees you, running into it and unable to stop your tears. The alcohol from the martinis is hitting just a bit, and you’re already overwhelmed from memories of Gojo, from what Choso’s doing to your mind.

You take several breaths, getting angry now, how can he say things like he did, look at you like he did, and do that!?

Yeah, you’re on a date too, aren’t you?

You’re not with Choso. He can do whatever the fuck he wants, and just a week or so ago, you were only friends. Only ever. You watched him date, healed his heartbreaks, held him when he cried. And so did he, eating ice cream and crying together, falling asleep watching movies. Friends, the best.

You were ruining it, by your emotions, he seemed perfectly able to just do whatever and be unaffected, no this was a you problem. Dickmatized, was it true, was that all this was? Was it just getting off with a dude for the first time, and the care you have confused you?

You’re touching up your makeup, peering at the mirror, struggling to pull yourself together. Why did it hurt so bad… why did him cupping her face make you so sick… you can’t let it happen, let it get to you. This is what you both agreed on, and he clearly took it a lot further than you had planned him to. Maybe you don’t mean anything to Choso at all, maybe he just does this because it’s convenient.

Because he wants to get over Yuki.

Your hands tremble then, you pull out your phone, and message him.

You: Hope your date is going great.

You want to say so much more, but you can’t, it’s not your place. Choso looks at the message, and your heart falters, but he doesn’t respond. You shake your head, closing your eyes again, pulling yourself together as you realize what a fool you have been, fixing up your lip gloss and then heading back to Satoru, who smiles up at you, having finished the cake clearly.

“Sorry sweets, I can get more.”

“I’m not hungry, it’s fine.” You stand there for a moment, Satoru yanks you down on his lap, making you gasp as you land on his leg.

“Maybe I’m still hungry.” You go to scooch back over onto the bench, but then you think about it.

Should you turn this down? Choso literally was kissing in the middle of the streets, and not even someone he knew, maybe he was so hurt he was becoming something he didn’t want to. A hoe era, spurred on all by you, a peek at your phone with no notifications from him.

“Not here, Satoru.”

“Satoru, huh?” You flush at his bright blue gaze, his big hand burning against your thigh again, making your hips shift in your seat.

“You seem different. Like you grew up. A bit.”

“Just a little. And why not here? Wanna go home with me? So slutty.” He whispers.

“Oh never mind. I didn’t say all that. Get me some more cake.”

He grins now, ordering another piece, and you genuinely open up to each other and laughing about school days, Satoru snaps a picture of you for his Insta and tags it hanging with old friends. You laugh a lot, and enjoy his goofy ass attitude, you can’t help it, he’s always been charming and now he’s much less of an ass than he was.

But you peer at your phone now and then, you and Satoru have spent an hour here, now he’s walking you to your car, you’re shivering a bit at the chill in the air, so he’s rubbing your arms, stepping closer. He bends low, those snowy lashes hovering over his cerulean gaze, intoxicating in the chilled night, so chilled you see puffs of his breath like little smoky clouds.

“I had fun, thank you for this.” You say softly, his lips turn up on one corner, fingers brushing across your jaw.

“I should thank you, fuck I was a shit to you. You deserved a lot better than being left on a dance floor.”

“It’s forgiven, you were young…”

“Still. I’d like to do this again?”

You nod shyly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He’s leaning down further, lips just a breath away, and you exhale then, visions of Choso swirling in your addled mind, but also Satoru smells good, he feels good against you, his big hands pressing into your waist. You feel yourself trembling in his hold, curiosity and hurt mixing with old feelings.

“I’d like that too.” You brush silky hair back, and he leans forward then, pressing his lips against yours, you feel them warm and plush, your arms lean up as he presses you closer, tongue darting in your mouth, swirling. You gasp and he pushes it further, bringing you against his hard, lithe body.

You feel guilty though, and how!? You aren’t with him, he hasn’t asked you out, he’s with someone… but something feels wrong. Like you’re cheating on him in some way when it’s impossible to, so you shove all of it back and let Satoru Gojo kiss you, and you kiss him back. He’s expert at it, devouring your mouth, a breathy cry from the back of your throat escapes.

“Fuck.” He murmurs, hands slipping down the sides of your breasts, making your nipples perk up, you feel your tummy clenching with desire for him, it’s not that insane need like Choso, but Choso isn’t really yours, and it feels good, his hard thigh between your thighs now, pressing up. “You’re so hot.”

“You could have done this on prom, you ass.” You tease, and he laughs softly, hands grabbing your ass and exhaling.

“This ass… you didn’t have this.”

“Oh that’s why!”

He grins. “Shut up, you’re bratty. Let me…” He is kissing down your throat now, and your head falls back, grinding on his thigh, earning his hiss against your ear, you’re clinging to his expensive dress shirt, getting wet against him. “Mmm I’ve been missing out, haven’t I?”

“Maybe… ngh!” Satoru bites your neck, sucking now, your eyes roll back, forgetting you’re in a fucking parking lot of a fancy bar, forgetting the hurt of your feelings from not just your ex Ino’s rejection, and seemingly Choso’s.

Your hands run down his hard body, feeling his well toned muscles under your touch flex, sliding under his shirt to feel his hot skin. “Come over.”

“Satoru I told you I…”

“I don’t care if you’re fucking someone.” You blink in surprise, he’s cupping your face, watching your face as he presses further. “Lemme get you off.”

“Not… not yet. I feel like I’m a little tipsy and the break up…”

“You’re missing out, you know how long these fingers are?” He wiggles them, making you snort in laughter.

“I’m sure it’s great but I’m not so easy. We’ll see if you’re serious hmm?”

“Then you’re going out with me again.”

“Maybe, if you’re lucky.” Satoru’s brows are raised, his hand slipping down your tummy, slipping up your sweater.

“You are.” He kisses you once more, fuck it feels good, you find yourself losing it in Satoru’s hold, crying out softly when he finds your pussy over your tights, he presses up and you stop him, despite your pussy throbbing. You can’t do it… “Was just gonna rub it, not gonna fuck you in the parking lot. Well…”

“I’m saying good night, Gojo.” You shake your head and pull his hand off, he surprises you by kissing it before kissing your lips once more. You wonder at his motivation, is he really that different? But you kiss his hand too, smiling now as he steps back and takes a breath.

“Good night, pretty. Text me when you’re free again?” You nod, smiling as he throws that peace sign at you, before slumping against your car for a moment, feeling so off, so… odd.

You check your phone, and see Choso’s snap with his meal, after you had texted him, you hate how much something small like that hurts already. You slide into your car and head home, for some reason tears forming in your eyes. Are you really going to be pining away for someone you can’t really have, or don’t have again? Is this just what you constantly do?

You’re sobbing by the time you get home, damn near hiccuping at how upset you are, yanking off your heels and belt as you walk in. You keep checking your phone like an idiot, Choso had never ignored a text, even when he was with Yuki, was he just done with your emotional responses to sex? Should you try to make sure you’re much less involved!?

“I suck at this. I suck at everything.” Your shoulders are shaking as you cry into your hands, which shake violently, until you flop down on the bed.

You can’t do this with Choso, it’s already fucking you up.

You call him then, and no answer, making you scoff, throwing it across the room, continuing to cry. This wasn’t dick like Utahime said, you felt something so intimate while fucking Choso it’s insane, like he just got you, like he could see in your entire fucking soul. What was it?

You take a shower, and eventually check your phone again, Satoru has messaged you, odd that Satoru somehow could write you back, but Choso couldn’t whatsoever. You crack open a beer and down it quickly, aching to get your mind off your best friend, why can’t you just be casual?

Jock Gojo: Need a pic of you. For reasons.

You snort at that, rolling your eyes.

You: You wish.

Jock Gojo: not naked if you don’t want… I mean… I want but…

You say fuck it and snap a pic which he hearts, just you in your pajamas with a little filter because you’ve been crying.

Jock Gojo: Fuck you’re sexy.

You feel yourself heat up at his words, sending another with the strap slid off your shoulder, then Satoru sends his abs which, damn they were sexy, cut and defined. You’re biting your lip, shifting a bit, turning on your tummy now as you stare at the screen and sigh.

You: You’re hot but you know it.

Jock Gojo: It’s still nice to hear ;) Bet you’re wet again.

You: Whatever! Good night, Gojo.

Jock Gojo: Masturbate to me <3

You roll your eyes and laugh, he sure the fuck is hilarious, this was your dream in high school, and he’s not even being a dick, he genuinely seems better. You should be excited. Not crying. You start to nod off when the phone rings, you almost don’t wanna answer it, but you do, taking a breath as you hear his voice.

“I’m so sorry! I thought I responded to your text, then the phone was in my car when you called. Is everything okay!?”

“It went great. Shouldn’t have called.”

Choso pauses then, silence on the phone. “What’s wrong.”

“Nothing!” You sit up in the bed, hugging a pillow to you, the emotion back in your eyes now. “It was rude of me.”

“What, no? It’s rude of me that I didn’t remember to hit send. Please, you can always write to me.”

“Yeah… Well good night Cho, I’m tired.”

“Something’s wrong, I’m coming over.”

You scoff then. “Coming to fuck me after your date horned you up?”

“What!? What? How can you say that!” You hear the pain in his voice, and you hate yourself. “We’re talking about this face to face.”

“I can’t face you right now. I can’t.”

“Did he hurt you? Was he mean? Was-”

“He was great and I had fun. Okay? Like you.”

“Like me? How…”

“I saw you kissing her right in front of the bar.” Choso’s quiet then, and you sniffle, wiping your eyes. “I was just something for you getting over Yuki, this whole thing was stupid.”

“You were not just that. Not at all. I kissed her, yeah but that’s it… I’m on the way.”

“I won’t let you in.”

“You’re my best friend, you damn sure will.” He hangs up then, and you glare at the phone, shaking your head at him, before you can think he’s knocking on your door, you answer it with a scowl.

Choso scowls right back, leather jacket on him, his hair in those sexy spiky fucking pigtails, ones you wanna yank him by, to kiss him, to cum all over his face again. It’s all you can think about, him on you, him in you, like some stupid fucking drug that’s ruined you. He’s heaving breaths as you are.

“Let me in?”

“Fine. For a minute.” You shut the door behind him then, and he bends down, pressing your back against your door, barring you with his arms. You feel your pulse quicken as he studies you, far, far too close. “What?”

“Why are you crying?” He cups your face, it’s too sweet, it’s too much. You just shake your head, looking down as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. “Are you upset I kissed her?”

“No! Why would I be? You’re not mine.” You choke on the fucking words, Choso exhales, leaning closer, head resting on yours.

“Speak your mind. If I hurt you I’m sorry, I promise it was just a kiss, I told you if I did more I’d let you know.”

“Well I kissed Gojo so what do I care?” He pulls back now, glaring at you, violet eyes glinting in your dark living room. “What? Only you can?”

“You kissed Gojo?” You just nod, and his dark brows are low over his eyes, brushing a thumb over your lower lip gently.

“I only kissed him.”

“I didn’t question you, I never would. I know you’d tell me. So you should know that I’d tell you.”

You nod then, feeling so ashamed of your emotions. “I promised no feelings and I suck at it. I got jealous though I shouldn’t.”

“Jealous of what? Look at you.”

“Don’t say that!” You shove at his hard chest, eyes locking with his now. “We’re still friends with benefits then? Nothing serious yet with her?”

You’re so stupid.

But you want him.

Is this the only way you can have him?

“Nothing serious, that was the only kiss there was. I hope you brushed your teeth. I don't wanna kiss Gojo.”

You snort then. “You assume I wanna kiss you. Did you brush your teeth?”

“No.” He laughs then, and you do.

“Then no kisses.”

“I’ll kiss something else.” Choso starts kissing down your throat now, and you exhale at the pleasure, losing yourself in his kisses, until he pauses, touching your neck. “A hickey?”

“I… oh. Did he bite me that hard?” You run fingers down your neck curiously, Choso’s furious now. “What? What do you care?”

Choso’s eyes narrow. “Why do you care enough to call me?”

“Oh just go then.” You shove him once more, but his eyes are all lit up now, hand gripping under your chin, wrapping your throat, thrilling you to no end.

“I’m sorry I didn’t answer, okay?” He’s apologizing even as his hand is wrapping your throat, tone sweet, his other hand pressing into your hip.

“I forgive you. Now… go if you… Cho!” Choso’s down on his knees right in front of you, slipping your shorts down, looking up at you under his dark lashes.

“Did he kiss you here?” He asks, and you shake your head, hands pulling on the pigtails intriguing you all day.

“Nowhere close. Just my n-neck - mmm!” Choso’s kissing up your inner thigh, as your cunt is pulsing wetness, fuck he ruins you just breathing against it, throwing a thigh over his shoulder now. “D-did you kiss her… there?”

“No, I’ve wanted to taste my really mean best friend all day.” You go to retort, but now his tongue is slipping up your slit, and you’re dripping, pussy aching for him. Choso moans against your pussy, flicking that tongue ring on your clit, you cry out, head smacking on your door now. “Done being mean to me?”

“If I’m done will you stop?” He laughs softly, grabbing your thighs with those strong hands, those calloused fingers.

“I think I have another way to get you back for your attitude, angel.” You blink curiously, but he’s fucking you with his two fingers, curling them inside and pressing, tongue swirling your clit and making you lose it.

“Cho! F-fuck… please…” You’re grinding on his face now, toes curling at the insane pleasure he brings, as he flicks his tongue with his fingers, over and over, making you tremble, so close so quick.

“So yummy. Feel her, she’s ready.” He’s so fucking sexy, scissoring those fingers up into you, sucking your clit in his mouth and humming.

“Cho! Cho oh my- ah- wait…” Suddenly he’s completely gone, right when you’re about to cum on his face, licking his lower lip and sliding your shorts up. You sputter, when he stands, kissing your forehead gently. “What the… Choso…”

“You should trust me, and be honest with me. If you saw me, you should have told me. If it hurts, you tell me. You’re one of the most important people in this world to me, okay?” Your addled brain barely computes, you just stare up at him, dumb. “I’m mad at him too, I’m mad he bit your neck.”

You blink in confusion. “You… why…”

“It’s too pretty to be marked up, especially by him.”

“Choso…” He brushes your pussy with his fingers, making you jolt, craving the friction, he’s so close to your lips you can taste him.

“Want me inside you?” You nod weakly, as he strokes back your hair. “Then you should be nicer.”

“Are you edging me, Choso Kamo!?”

“Hmm.” He smirks then, kissing your lips, you taste yourself on him, pulling him down to you, but he breaks away, gently holding your face. “Good night.”

“Are you… really now… you’re the one…”

“I’ll see you tomorrow when you’re nicer. Mean little angel.” He pecks another kiss on your forehead, leaving then.

Leaving you with an aching pussy and a wrecked mind.

What… the fuck. Do you really know Cho bear that well? Because…

“Fuck.”

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☆PAIRING: idol! Seonghwa x fem! Reader

☆GENRE: smut😈

☆WARNINGS: seonghwa is still a dom but y/n is tryna dominate him😒, handjob, blowjob, riding, marking, choking, big dick! Seonghwa, unprotected sex (do not do that), pet names (baby, darling, bunny, hwa, good boy), seonghwa is a TAD bit subby obv

☆SUMMARY: your boyfriend seonghwa, comes back home to your dorm from dance practice, and he just so happened to dye his hair platinum blonde. And ofc you went feral.

☆A/N: HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS VIDEO. Especially during dance practice part. But im adding that he has silver hair bc i was shocked this morning

It was 8 p.m., and the quiet hum of your desk lamp filled the dimly lit room. You were curled up on your bed, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone, when the sound of the front door closing caught your attention.

A few moments later, the door to your bedroom opened, and there he was—Seonghwa, fresh from practice. His sharp, bareface features were slightly flushed, likely from the cold air outside. He was dressed in a black tank top that clung to his lean frame, paired with grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips, his muscular arms on full

display.

But that wasn’t what made your breath hitch.

“Is that...?” you started, sitting up as he stepped further into the room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The overhead light caught his hair, a striking platinum blonde that framed his face like a halo.

“Surprise,” Seonghwa said with a small, almost shy smile, running a hand through his freshly dyed locks.

You blinked, your mouth slightly open, as you took him in. “Seonghwa,” you murmured, your voice a mix of disbelief and something far hungrier. “You didn’t tell me you were doing this.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he replied, his lips curving into a smirk as he walked closer. “What do you think?”

What did you think? You thought he looked devastatingly good—too good. The combination of his new look, the way his tank top clung to his chest, and the slight sheen of sweat on his skin from practice sent your thoughts spiraling.

“You look…” You trailed off, struggling to find the words, as he leaned down, his smirk turning into a teasing grin.

“Hmm?” he prompted, his voice dipping low as he placed a hand on the bed and leaned closer, his blonde hair falling slightly into his eyes. “What’s that look for, baby?”

“Holy shit,” you whispered, unable to hold back your thoughts. “You look so hot.”

Seonghwa chuckled at your reaction, his eyes glinting with mischief as he straightened up, toeing off his sneakers. “You like it that much, huh?” he teased, peeling off his tank top and tossing it onto the chair in the corner. His toned chest gleamed in the dim light, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away.

Your gaze followed him as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. He moved slowly, deliberately, until he was hovering over you, his hands planted on either side of your head. His hair fell forward, the platinum strands framing his sharp features, and he smirked when he noticed your stunned expression.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he dipped closer. “Cat got your tongue?”

You swallowed hard, your pulse racing as he let his lips brush against the corner of your mouth. He was playing with you, savoring your reaction, but you weren’t about to let him win.

“No,” you said, your voice steady despite the heat pooling in your stomach. “But I think I’d rather put it to use.”

His brows shot up in surprise just as you pushed against his chest with surprising force, flipping him onto his back before he could react. He landed against the headboard with a soft thud, his eyes wide and his mouth open slightly in shock.

“Y/N,” he started, but his words faltered as you straddled his hips, your hands pressing against his chest to keep him in place.

“I want to take care of you tonight,” you murmured, leaning in close so your lips hovered just above his. “Is that okay with you?”

Seonghwa let out a shaky breath, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. “You’re full of surprises,” he said with a grin, his voice rough with anticipation. “But I’m not complaining.”

A slow, satisfied smile spread across your face as you leaned closer, your hands sliding from his chest to his shoulders. “Good,” you whispered before pressing your lips to his.

The kiss started slow, teasing, but quickly deepened as Seonghwa’s hands gripped your thighs, his fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to ground himself. Your lips moved against his with purpose, your hands tangling in his soft, platinum hair. He let out a low groan when you gave a gentle tug, and the sound sent a thrill through you.

You broke the kiss, just enough to catch your breath, and trailed your lips along his jawline, then down the column of his throat. He tipped his head back against the headboard, giving you more access as you left open-mouthed kisses on his skin. His breathing grew heavier, his hands tightening on your thighs as you moved lower, your lips brushing the edge of his collarbone.

“Bunny…” he murmured, his voice rough, almost pleading.

You pulled back slightly, your fingers ghosting over the waistband of his sweatpants. “Relax,” you said softly, your tone playful but reassuring. “I told you I’d take care of you.”

Seonghwa’s dark eyes met yours, his chest rising and falling as he nodded, completely at your mercy. You smiled, running your hands down his sides before hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. Slowly, deliberately, you began to tug them down, your movements deliberate enough to keep him on edge.

The fabric slid down his hips, revealing more of his toned body, and you couldn’t help the way your gaze lingered. Seonghwa let out a shaky breath, his lips curving into a half-smile as he watched you. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, his voice full of teasing exasperation.

You smirked, leaning in to brush your lips against his once more. “Not yet,” you whispered, your tone promising nothing but trouble. As you threw his sweatpants, you were quick to also remove his boxers. A little wet stain already placed in the middle from pre-cum. You threw them on the floor besides the pants.

You kissed him again, this time deeper, more urgent, as your hands roamed over his chest. His skin was warm under your touch, and the way he responded to you—his lips moving hungrily against yours, his hands gripping your thighs like he didn’t want to let go—sent sparks shooting through you.

Seonghwa’s head fell back against the headboard, a soft groan escaping his lips as your kisses trailed lower, down his jaw and over his collarbone. Your hands slid over his sides, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch. He looked breathtaking like this—platinum hair falling into his eyes, lips slightly parted, his chest rising and falling with every shaky breath.

“Darling-“ he murmured, his voice rough with need, but there was an edge of tenderness there that made your heart flutter.

“Shh,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest, just above his heart. “Let me take care of you hwa..”

His hands shifted to your waist, his grip firm but gentle, and his lips curled into a soft smile despite the tension in his body. “You’re something else,” he said, his voice low, almost reverent.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a featherlight kiss before deepening it once more. One of your hands trailed down his torso, teasingly slow, until it rested just below his throbbing length.

He inhaled sharply, his fingers tightening on your waist, and the sound sent a thrill through you.

You pulled back slightly, meeting his gaze, and his eyes were dark, filled with nothing but you. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

His breath hitched, and he tilted his head to kiss you again, his lips moving against yours with a mixture of passion and need. As you both lost yourselves in the moment, the room seemed to grow warmer, the dim light casting shadows that only added to the intimacy of the space.

You took a moment to look at his long, hard cock. His tip glistening with pre-cum on it.

“Such a pretty thing..” you say as you teased him, gliding a finger up and down as he whimpered.

“Bunny.. darling, please..” seonghwa begs you, his hands gripping the bed sheets as his knuckles turn white, he was so desperate and needy. He couldnt wait anymore and you saw it. You decided to be nice and start slow.

“Spit.” You held your hand under his mouth. Without any question, he obeys and spits onto your hand.

Seonghwa’s hands roamed over your back, his touch firm yet gentle, grounding you as your lips met his again. This time, the kiss was slower, deeper, carrying an intensity that made your entire body hum with anticipation. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his body reacted to every kiss, every touch.

As you shifted against him, your hand trailed lower, brushing against his abdomen. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock. The sharp intake of breath he let out made you pause, your lips curling into a small smile against his. “Sensitive?” you teased softly, your voice light but filled with intent.

“Only for you,” he murmured, his voice thick with need, his hands gripping your waist as if to steady himself.

You started to pump your hand at a steady pace, eventually moving faster with each second. Seonghwas breathing was uneven, his mouth was agape, panting as he watched you giving him a handjob.

“Oh fuck.. oh- b- bunny..” he breathed, his voice low and desperate as his fingers flexed against your hips. His vulnerability in the moment made your heart race, and you couldn’t help but smile as you leaned in, kissing him again to muffle the soft sounds spilling from his lips.

As one of your hands was moving up and down, the other one started to play with his balls. The blonde boy was a whining mess against your lips, as you smirked into the kiss. His hands gripping your hips as he was losing himself. “Y/N i- i think im gonna c- cum..”

You broke this kiss and smirked at him. “Mm.. be a good boy and hold it.” You say, he whined but still obeyed. This was payback for all the times he edged you and he knew it, knowing you wouldnt let it slide.

You removed your hand and before he could even say anything you replace it with your mouth, motioning for him to keep his eyes on you. Licking the tip and sucking on it, you eventually started to deep throat him, mouth opening letting hwa look at how his long cock is disappearing in your mouth, gags and pants filled the room.. his hands flying to your hair as you started to speed up and gag

“B- baby.. i- oh.. s- so good.. s- so good” tears of pleasure and pain started to come out a little as he rolled his eyes back and whimpered out loud, biting his lip. You’ve never seen him cry before but it was such a sight. You knew he could take it though.

Seonghwas grip tightened on your hair, he couldn’t hold it anymore. “Y/N, darling.. i- i cant hold it.. p- please.. n- need to cum..” you moaned against his length, indicating he could finish. And he did, his white ropes shooting inside of your mouth, down to your throat. You lifted your head up and swallowed his load. Some dripped down your chin. Seonghwa pulled you into a kiss, tasting himself.

“Want me to ride you? Hm? To cum on your cock?” You teased him. He nodded fastly without hesitation. “Such a good fucking boy..”

Your breath hitched when his fingers dipped under the fabric. Slowly, almost torturously, he began to tug your shorts down, his touch firm but deliberate. The cool air of the room brushed against your skin as he peeled them off, his eyes never leaving you.

Once your shorts were discarded, his fingers skimmed over the edge of your panties, the warmth of his hands sending sparks through your body. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze meeting yours again. The tenderness in his expression made your heart swell.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice steady but laced with emotion.

You leaned forward, cupping his face in your hands as you kissed him, your answer clear in the way your lips moved against his. “Yes, baby.”you whispered, your voice steady and filled with trust.

That was all he needed. His hands slid under the fabric of your panties, his touch reverent as he slowly slid them down your thighs. The intensity of his gaze as he looked at you, fully exposed and vulnerable before him, made you feel seen in a way that left you breathless.

He helped you sink down on his cock, earning groans from both of you. No natter how many times he fucked you, he always stretched you out with his dick. “Mngh.. fuck, so big~” you coo as he started to grip your hips again, his eyes looking at you.

“Oh shit, darling..” the way he looks up at you, breathless makes you moan a little. You bounce up and down on his cock, throwing your head back as your hands lay on his abs.

You couldnt help but moan, and as soon as you tried to move your hands to grip somewhere else, seonghwa flipped you over and started pounding into you relentlessly. He lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, as his hands hold onto your hips.

“H- hwa- o- oh- FUCK!” You cried out as seonghwa took control of you, fucking you hard and raw. His balls slap against your ass as you cry out. “C- close.. m’close-“

“Shh, bunny.. y’so tight bunny.. so tight for me..” Your hands gripped his shoulders for support, your head tilting back as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He leaned forward suddenly, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth before trailing to your jawline, kissing you with an intensity that made your entire body tremble.

“Look at me,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion as he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His fingers gently gripped your chin, tilting your face toward him. The tenderness in his eyes was almost overwhelming as he captured your lips in a kiss that was both passionate and grounding.

The kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a desperation that mirrored his movements. His hands moved to your back, pulling you closer, and every whispered word, every soft groan, felt like a vow spoken just for you.

“H- hwa im gonna c- cum.. i- i cant..”

“Cum for me, baby.. make a mess in my cock.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling as the overwhelming sensation reached its peak. You cried out his name, your grip tightening on his shoulders as you completely gave in and squirted all over him. Seonghwa groaned at the sight of you, the way your head tilted back, your lips parted, and your body moved against his, utterly captivating him.

The intensity of your release seemed to tip him over the edge, and with a deep, shuddering breath, he followed, painting your walls with his warm and sticky cum. His movements faltering as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His fingers dug gently into your hips, holding you close as his body tensed before finally relaxing.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your shared, uneven breathing. He stayed there, his arms wrapped around you, his forehead resting against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his platinum hair, your touch gentle as you both came down from the high together.

Seonghwa shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before pulling back to look at you. His gaze was full of concern and love as his hands cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice tender.

You nodded, a small, content smile tugging at your lips. “I’m perfect,” you whispered, leaning into his touch.

He let out a soft laugh, his own smile forming as he carefully adjusted your position, helping you lie back against the pillows. “Stay here,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping off the bed.

A moment later, he returned with a warm, damp cloth and a glass of water. He sat beside you, his touch gentle as he cleaned your skin with care, murmuring soft reassurances as he worked. “You did so well,” he said quietly, his voice full of admiration.

Once he finished, he tossed the cloth aside and handed you the water, waiting until you took a sip before settling back into bed beside you. He pulled you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair as you rested against his chest.

“I love you,” he said softly, his voice steady and full of conviction.

You smiled against his skin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. “I love you too,” you whispered, feeling completely safe and cherished in his embrace.

“God, you’re amazing.. my sloppy bunny.”

#ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa #seonghwa x reader #kpop smut #smut #kpop #park seonghwa #ateez atiny

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deepspacenova · 2 days ago

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BEAUTY VERSUS BEAST

1000 words. Banter. Tension. Hurt/comfort. AU (not as much anymore, I guess).

Note: Had this ready to go and then our actual beast Sylus was announced so let’s just roll with it xx

"Ow. That hurts," he bites out, the lines of his forearms tensing against the pressure of her palm.

Rolling her eyes, she dips the blood-soaked cloth in water and wrings it out before gliding it over the same spot.

“Stop, I said that hurts.” Sylus snarls, yanking his arm from her grasp.

“Well maybe if you’d stop jerking your arm around it wouldn’t hurt so much,” she fires back.

Swiping her hair from her eyes, she ignores his warning growl, grabbing his arm back and holding it toward the icy white light filtering through the velvet curtains.

“You should’ve listened when I said not to go in there.” He repeats, the words grating like stones against each other. But there's something... softer beneath them.

As if she hadn’t heard him the first three times. She snaps, “Well maybe you should’ve listened to me, instead of unleashing your damn temper.”

She’s locked in a silent battle, anger and confusion and... gratitude swirling together like the snowflakes outside. She still can’t believe he’d saved her like that — so viciously, so single-mindedly.

“But, um—“ she trails off. She looks down, blowing another piece of hair from her face as she presses the cloth down once again.

There’s a sudden warmth against her cheek, brushing the offending strand from her face and tucking it away behind her ear. The care of the motion was entirely at odds with the sharpness of his tone moments ago.

The shell of her ear is traced by what could only be the heated pad of a finger for just a heartbeat longer than necessary before it vanishes, leaving cool air in its absence.

She looks up, eyes wide just as Sylus snatches his hand back. A faint pink tint deepens on his cheeks and he clears his throat.

“Thank you. For saving me.”

“Don’t mention it, kitten.”

Her lips part, a retort forming, but the words catch in her throat. The nickname lingers between them, heavy and electric, sending a flush crawling up her neck. She should roll her eyes again but instead, she finds herself holding his gaze.

“I really wish you’d stop calling me that,” she mutters, her beating heart pounding away the biting tone she’d intended.

His lips tipped up, eyes flicking to the heat she could feel spreading across her cheeks. “Why’s that?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” she sighs, focusing back on the wound, though her hand hesitates mid-movement. “I’m not some— some pet, Sylus.”

“No, you’re not a pet.” He lowers down, the sudden proximity capturing her next inhale. He'd been sitting in his chair, forearm resting on the arm for her ministrations, but now his elbows are on his knees, and the faint scent of leather and smoke cloud her senses. “But you’re fierce. And beautiful. And mine.”

Her hand stills completely, the cloth slipping from her fingers and into the bowl with a soft plop. She looks up at him, her heart thundering against her ribs. “You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t I?” he asked, his expression softening. He reaches out again, more confident this time, his knuckle brushing her cheek. “You don’t see it, do you? The way you throw yourself into danger without thinking."

His knuckle traces the curve of her jaw. "The fire in your eyes when you’re yelling at me."

"The way you make me feel like I’d burn the world down to keep you safe.” The knuckle comes to rest below her bottom lip.

“Sylus…” Her words get lost in the breath, leaving her lungs in a shaky exhale.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he reassures, her pulse thundering in her ears as his words wrap around her, thick and heavy. His gaze dips to her lips. “But if you want me to stop, you’d better say something now.”

She swallows hard, the air between them thick and meaningful and loud in the absence of her words.

His hand slides to the back of her neck with a firm, almost possessive grip. His thumb brushes against her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “Good."

Before she could reply — or protest, though she isn’t sure she wants to — he closes the distance, the space between them vanishing with a tension that feels like the air before a lightning strike.

The kiss isn’t soft or tentative; it's raw, consuming. A declaration as much as it's an action. His mouth claims hers with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt, his hand fisting in her hair to hold her exactly where he wants her. The warmth of his body radiates against hers, his uninjured arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her up onto the chair, erasing what little space had remained.

She gasps against his mouth and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss with an urgency that matches hers. His teeth graze her bottom lip, a teasing nip that makes her muscles loosen and she has to lace her fingers into his hair to make her remember he's hurt.

“Mine,” he breathes against her lips, his voice a husky growl.

Her mind spins, her heart racing as she tried to push back the swirl of emotions overwhelming her. But when her hands grip his shoulders, instead of pushing him away, she pulls him closer, matching his intensity with a fierceness of her own.

For a moment, nothing else exists — just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips, and the feeling that maybe, just maybe, she isn’t as alone as she thought.

#a possessive beast with a soft spot is my weakness #the beauty and the beast parallels are even more prevalent now that we have dragon!sylus #drabble #sylus x mc #sylus x reader #lads mc #l&ds sylus #lads sylus #sylus #sylus fanfic #qin che #sylus love and deepspace #l&ds #love and deepspace #love and deepspace fic #my writing #nova writing

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sourprada · 21 hours ago

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୨ৎ─ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿.

Prompt:⤷ Wanda comes home to find something, or someone, more appealing than the meal she had planned.

Warnings: ⤷ (18+), dom wanda x sub reader, established relationship, fingering, spanking, wanda being a simp, strap on, dirty talk, praise, detailed description of sex.

Word count:⤷ 1.4k

Wanda had just gotten home a from stressful day at work, eyes heavy and head full. As she entered the apartment, she smiled at the sight of her wife cooking in the kitchen. The fragrance of spices and cocked meat filled the air, making Wanda’s mouth water.

You glanced over at the sound of keys jiggling and greeted her with a smile “just in time, baby. Dinner will be ready in a few” — Wanda stepped closer chuckling softly, her arm tightened around he wife’s waist. “Dinner can wait, my love” she murmured, nuzzling her nose into your hair. The older woman pulled you closer, hand coming up to stroke through your soft locks. “You should help your wife relax, sweetheart” Wanda whispered, pressing a kiss to your temple. “And let her take care of you”

Wanda simply held you close, drinking in the warmth of your body, the sweet scent of your shampoo as she listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing. — In moments like these, the rest of the world falls away. The chaos, the danger the ever present threat of discovery… none of it mattered. All that existed is Wanda and you wrapped up in each other, lost in a cocoon of love. — “already craving the desert before the dinner, wands?” You murmured, voice turning sweet. Wanda laughed, low and breathy, her fingers dancing along your spine. She tilted you chin up capturing your lips in a searing kiss. It’s slow and deep, a thorough exploration of her spouse’s mouth. Her tongue delved past your teeth, stroking along the roof of your mouth and trancing the seam of your lips.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were panting, their faces flushed with desire. Wanda’s hand slid down your back, cupping the curve of your ass. She squeezed gently, pulling you flush against her — “This little housewife look suits you so well, my love” Wanda murmured, nipping at your earlobe “is it wrong to keep you all to myself just so I can fill you up whenever I feel like it?” Wanda breathed, her lips brushing against your jaw punctuating her words by rocking her hips forward, grinding the strap on she had packed all day against your ass. The friction sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. — Her hand slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, skimming over the soft skin of your stomach. Long fingers trailing lower, teasing along the waistband of your shorts. “Because I swear, if you keep like this… I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over on every surface of this house and fuck you till you scream” she bit down your pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave marks

Wanda's eyes flashed with hunger, her pupils blown wide with desire. She surged forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. It's all teeth and tongue, a clash of passion and need. “Fuck, sweetheart," Wanda rasps, tearing her mouth away from you. "The things you do to me..." Her hands were everywhere, skimming over your curves, mapping the dips and planes of your body. Wanda's touch is electric, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever she goes. — She hooked her fingers in the waistband of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties. Ass bared to her, plush and perfect, just begging to be touched. “Look at you," Wanda growled, palming the globes of your ass. "So fucking gorgeous. I can't believe you're mine.” “I’m gonna wreck you, my love.” She promised, her voice low and rough with desire tickling your ear. The older woman pushed you forward, bending your body over the counter, standing between your thighs. — “why don’t you tell me how bad do you want me to fill you up, huh?” Her other hand snaked around, fingers delving between your folds. Wanda groaned at the slick heat she finds there, at the way your body welcomes her touch.

“Want to feel you inside me, Wanda. Please!” You looked back over your shoulder, eyes dark with desire. You bit your lip, a coy smile playing on your lips. Wanda’s gaze roamed you hungrily as you arched your back, presenting yourself to your wife like a cat in heat. Hips wiggling invitingly, silently begging for more. The sight of her lover presented so wantonly, so eagerly, is almost too much to bear. She reached out, palming your ass, kneading the soft globes. Wanda's fingers dip between your cheeks, teasing the entrance. — "So wet for me already," Wanda marvels, circling your clit with the pad of her thumb. "Such a good girl, so desperate for my touch." The woman leans down, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your spine. Her tongue darting out, laving at the dimples at the base of your back. She reached for the button of her jeans, popping it open and shoving them down her thighs, kicking them off, leaving her in nothing but a girthy strap on. She stepped forward, nestling the thick length of the faux cock against your slick folds. The older woman rolled her hips, grinding against your ass. The head catching on your entrance with every pass.

“Please, Wanda. Don’t tease.” Wanda's heart raced, her breath coming in ragged pants. The plea falling from your lips is her undoing, the final push she needed to give in to the all-consuming desire burning through her veins. “Gonna give you exactly what you want, sweetheart.” Wanda groans, her hips snapping forward. She sinked into your heat, inch by thick inch, until she's buried to the hilt. Your head falling forward, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a silent scream as Wanda’s cock stretched your cunt wider. The burn is exquisite, bordering on painful but you crave it. Crave the fullness, the way she’s splitting you open and calming you as hers. Wanda quickly started to move, setting a brutal pace. Her thrusts were hard and deep, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars. — "Take it, sweetheart." Wanda growled, punctuating each word with a sharp snap of her hips. Your keening cries filled the room, music to Wanda's ears. The sounds of skin slapping against skin, of Wanda's grunts of pleasure, of the wet squelch of her cock plunging into your dripping cunt. — your nails scrabbled at the counter, desperate for purchase as Wanda pounded into you with abandon. Each thrust rocked you forward, forcing the air from your lungs in harsh pants. Toes curling and back arching as you tried to take her deeper, to feel her everywhere. “So fucking big.” You gasp, voice breaking on a sob. You could feel every ridge and vein of her fake cock dragging along your walls and stroking places you didn't even know existed. It was too much, too intense, but stopping wasn’t an option.

Wanda's hand came down on your ass, a sharp smack that echoed in the kitchen. The sting bloomed into pleasure, sending shockwaves through your body. The sight of her wife coming undone beneath her, lost to the pleasure only Wanda can give her, was intoxicating. Wanda's hips pistoling faster, harder, driven by the desperate need to claim you. — “Fuck, look at you," Wanda panted, her voice strained with exertion. "Taking my cock so well, like you were made for it." She leaned over you, blanketing your form with her own. One hand finding your clit. Wanda rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub, matching the rhythm of her thrusts. Her thrusts grew erratic, your climax approaching rapidly. The coil of tension in your lower belly winding tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. “Come for me, my love," Wanda demanded, her fingers pinching your clit. "Come on my cock like a good little housewife." With a final, brutal thrust, Wanda buried herself to the hilt as the intense waves of pleasure crashed over you, your juices dripping down your thighs. Your walls clenched around her, coming undone beneath her touch. You can't help but whimper and moan, voice echoing off the walls as Wanda pounds into you relentlessly, drawing out every last drop of release. The scent of sex permeates the room, mixing with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the slick slide of skin against skin.

“That's it, sweetheart," Wanda murmured, pressing soft kisses to your sweat-slicked skin. With a coy smile, Wanda tugged your panties back up, the fabric still damp with your release. “Now that’s better. Spending the rest of the meal with your cum soaked panties.” Wanda demanded with her lips curling into a wicked grin. — “Shall we eat?.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #mommy wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda x reader #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen #marvel

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moralesluvr · 1 day ago

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LIKE A VIRGIN | b.eilish

the first time you had sex with billie, it was after a show, backstage, just shy of an hour after everyone had cleared out. you were always back there with her anyways— sitting on the couch and toying with sound equipment or looking through random shit she had laying around, waiting for her idle moments so you could spend time with her.

it wasn’t necessarily the most ideal place you could’ve chosen to get intimate, but you were too caught up in the lovely moment, hips rocking into billie’s own as a sweet moan passed through your lips. she had her hands roaming all over your body, a ringed thumb coming up to rub one of your hardened nipples through your dress, coaxing a grunt out of you.

billie was hungry for you now, but she knew that you were a virgin, and this fact stayed prodding at her conscience as a reminder to not be too rough. she loved you, and she wanted nothing more to make you feel good— so she lovingly cupped your cheek and planted a kiss there before whispering against your hot skin,

“have you ever touched yourself, baby?”

it was a question that made your cheeks heat up, your answer of denial rolling off of your tongue as your girlfriend’s hands trickled to your thighs, grasping the flesh sweetly. she nodded in understanding, drawing you near to her, eyes flickering up at you. they were low and sultry, and so glossed over with hunger and passion that you felt yourself grow wetter, a look of slight embarrassment taking home on your features.

“oh, my innocent girl…it’s okay, ‘m gonna take such good care of you.” billie cooed, ring littered hands kneading at the soft flesh of your ass as she kissed you, hard, like it pained her to not be touching you, but she knew she had to wait.

her hands started to travel up your skirt when you heard footsteps and voices outside of billie’s dressing room door.

“bils—“

“they’re not gonna come in here, baby,” she reassured you, her hands slipping farther underneath your pink skirt, nimble fingers hooking in the crotch of your panties. she rose her eyebrows at you, “even wetter than i imagined.”

you already feel embarrassed, but billie tuts at you as she maneuvers your body to where you’re laying on your back, and her body’s pressed against your own. “don’t be embarrassed, honey. it’s okay.”

“i’m just a little nervous.” you breathed out of honesty, and billie planted a small kiss on your forehead before sinking into the couch cushions, head taking home on one of your thighs as she drew lazy circles on your exposed skin.

“you sure you wanna do this? just say the word, and we can stop.”

you nod fervently at her, eager for her to touch you. your skin felt hot with frustration, pussy helplessly clenching around nothing, and billie wasn’t making it much easier— the way she was looking up at you with those piercing blue eyes, there was impatience oozing out of your pores.

“can’t just give me a nod, angel, you’ve gotta say—“

“eilish, fuck me.”

those three words was all it took for her to greedily yank your skirt off, throwing it on the floor next to you like it was trash. she placed her head in between your thighs, laying kisses against your clothed clit, before finally hooking her fingers into the straps of your thong, yanking it down.

your eyes fluttered closed as you felt billie’s tongue dip between your folds, collecting all of your juices. your clit immediately lays victim to her touch, legs closing around her head as a sweet moan escaped your lips. she didn’t want to talk, not anymore, really— all she could focus on was making you feel good.

“b-billie…i—“ your words fall short, unfinished sentence hanging in the thick air of your girlfriend’s small dressing room as she backed away from you slowly, “you okay, sweet girl? talk to me— how are you feeling?”

“so good,” you breathe through a smile, fluttering your eyes closed, “just…just please keep touchin’ me.”

the way your doe eyes flicker at her as you ask her to touch you makes her want you even more, but billie pushes those undying urges away, including the one that seemed to be pooling in her own underwear.

her previous act resumes as her tongue latched onto your clit, nimble fingers coming up to play with your sticky cunt, slick arousal coating her freshly cut nails.

a fragment of pleasure overwhelmed you, hips bucking sporadically into billie’s face as your palms found home in her dark hair. you tugged at it through her post-show ponytail, "baby...oh— please, i-i want..."

"want what, hm?" billie almost mocks you, whines falling off of your lips as you felt your girlfriend smile against your pussy. as you attempted to muster up a response, billie’s long tongue drew sweet, tight circles on your clit, making you gasp.

"i-i want the..." you mumble, your body beginning to tense up, legs locking as your back arched, hair pressed up against the couch. a pornographic moan passes through your lips as you feel your thighs shake involuntarily, "bils...im g'na-"

you cut yourself off with a whimper as billie’s tongue completely covered your clit, long digits still at work inside of you, her fingertips brushing against that sweet spot inside you. your lover coos underneath you as you cum, hard, rubbing your thigh soothingly with her free hand.

she doesn’t stop, though, she just backs off from your sensitive sex, fingers pumping in and out of you lovingly and gently, helping you ride the remainder of your high.

"you did so good, angel, such a good girl.” billie praised you with a smile on her face, two fingers collecting your juices and spreading them across your cunt, making you gasp at the slight overstimulation. she flashes you a grin as you succumbed to her touch, your face contorting into a pleasure-filled sigh.

billie’s teasing comes to a quick halt as her lips detatch from your pussy to ask you, "how was that? everything okay?”

"good." you smiled at her through a long sigh, "i just..."

"you just-?"

"want to... have you inside of....me." you stutter out shyly, but your feeling of shame quickly rolls off your shoulders when you hear billie undo her belt, jeans and black panties making their way to her ankles.

you and billie had talked about using the strap at some point, and now that it was here— it made you a little anxious. billie rolled over to the opposing side of the couch and reached into a drawer to grab it, and the length of it made your eyes widen as she slid it on, eyeing you and urging you to come over to her.

''i’m gonna go nice ‘n slow, okay? i don't wanna hurt you." billie coos at you, watching as you climbed into her lap, the faux cock pressed up against your ass. you screwed your eyes shut out of nervousness, but billie tapped your thigh as she offered you eye contact.

"are you sure you want to do this, sweetheart?" she questioned, lining the tip of her cock at your entrance, anxiety pumping through you as you sucked in a breath, feeling her ever so close to you.

"yes, yes please, i’m ready.” you nodded fervently, beads of sweat forming on your back and forehead, bubbling from your anticipation, and slight worry.

billie can tell your mind's racing, so she leans in a little and cups your cheek with a ring-clad hand, "it’s okay baby, i’m gonna make you feel so good, you understand?”

"mhm, i know." you nod, her statement convincing you to relax a little more. she grabs your hips with one swift motion, lifting you slightly, the tip of her dick teasing your wet entrance, cum from your previous orgasm already acting as a lubricant.

"this might hurt at first,” billie spoke honestly before lowering you onto her, watching you as you threw your head back, seething from the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.

it felt so good, though— your wet pussy now filled to the brim from the strap, your walls hugging the thick plastic with eagerness, making you let out a moan.

but when you sank fully on it, a ribbon of pain dawned on you, making your eyes prick with little tears. billie tutted at you, “tsk tsk— now stop it. you’re a big girl, i know you can take it, can’t you baby?”

“billie…” you whimpered as she began to rock her hips, hands digging into the soft flesh of your sides as you bounced up and down slowly on her cock. she shot you an inquisitive look, “something wrong?”

“hurts a little.” you spoke honestly, grabbing her shoulders for support as the discomfort slowly began to subside. billie picked up on this and rutted into you a little faster now, your moans of pain turning into moans of pleasure.

“i know, i know— god, look at you.” billie moaned as she watched you bounce up and down harshly on her dick, little soft whimpers sounding from your throat as you threw your head back, back arched and eyes screwed shut, but billie couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

she lowered her hand down your sex and traced little circles on your clit, another contrasting wave of satisfaction mixing with the hard thrusts of billie’s hips, making your moans more and more amplified.

“still hurt now?” billie teased, rubbing your clit harder, “huh? answer me.”

“n-no….!” you stuttered, feeling your stomach knot again, that familiar bubble of pleasure beginning to brew in your abdomen. you rode billie harder, chasing that addictive high, pussy clenching the soft plastic of the strap tightly as you let out a loud grunt, totally forgetting that you were in the dressing room.

“i-i’m sorry bil, i didn’t mean to—“ you begin to speak, but with billie’s agressive rutting into you, you feel your orgasm impending. it’s so close, that sweet wave that you long for, and you whisper to her that you’re almost there.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know,” she reassured you, “you gonna cum for me?”

you nodded earnestly as her thrusts became more powerful, intense, and you let a string of curses mixed with billie’s name slip past your lips as you came, cunt fluttering against billie’s cock. your skin felt tingly as the blue eyed girl kept fucking into you, your orgasm lingering for a few moments as the both of you finally came down.

after your high subsided and billie cleaned you up, you felt limp and tired, pressing your forehead into billie’s shoulder as you laid on top of her. she rubbed your now clothed back soothingly and kissed into your hair, “my perfect girl, you did such a good job, you know that? you did so, so good.”

“thank you,” you smiled, kissing the shoulder that you laid on as the opiate of sleep grew on you. you let out a tired sigh and adjusted yourself in her lap, “i love you so much, billie.”

“i love you more, pretty girl.” she spoke, giving you a gentle kiss to your cheek as you fell into your slumber.

#billie eilish angst #billie eilish x y/n #ok i have to Log off after this one #billie eilish x female reader #billie eilish fic #billie eilish x you #billie eilish fluff #billie eilish fanfiction #billie eilish x reader #billie eilish smut #billie eilish #‧₊˚✩ — 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒!

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butchvampireheimerdinger · 24 hours ago

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can we get butchfemme sevika/reader hcs please :3

GAWD yes. Lord, I've been waiting for this day lessgo

ButchFemme Sevika/Reader Headcanons

⚢ In typical butch fashion, her love language is acts of service

⚢ Loves to be fawned over ! Like “Omfg babe you’re sooo strong helping me put together furniture” and trust she is melting even though her face is expressionless and immoveable

⚢ She likes when you graze your long nails over her skin for back scratches and its all nice and light and tingly

⚢ She’s not much of a prettyboy (prettybutch…?) so she doesn’t really have a skincare routine but you have an extensive regimen so she memorizes all ur million little bougie products and gets you an extra to keep at ur place so you don’t have to eff up your skincare routine in favor of spontaneous sleepovers

⚢ Yeah she’s not too particular about her grooming in general. She lets you cut her hair even if you’re not super experienced with clippers. She still hypes you up even if you nick her ear when doing up her side shave/undercut.

“Oops! Sorry babe I think I got your ear…”

“Didn’t even feel it. You’re doing great baby keep going.”

⚢ On that note, pet names: For Sevika, its baby alll dayyyyyy ! She calls you baby, my girl, my pretty girl, my woman, etc. And as for what you call her, she always loves a “omg babe” moment. And “settle down there, cowboy” but in like a jesting sorta way. Also: “my butch.”

⚢ Stone top/pillow princess anybody?

⚢ Also: she’s ur cash cow. She loves buying you expensive shit and showing you off and showing off the expensive shit. You breathed in the direction of a particularly nice perfume? Surprise! It’s in your bathroom the following day. Like. It’s a theme. Especially in ur pre-relationship courting era. “Baby anything you want I get for you. Say the word I’ll buy for you the moon, the stars, et cetera, no one can provide for you like I can” blah blah blah

⚢ But you can’t be interrupting her card games tho. She’s like a teenage boy on the xbox with those things. Probs something to be worried about tbh.

⚢ And I’ve written this into a fanfic already, but that bitch wears boyshorts. I was thinking boxers for a while but I think that would be too much bulk over them skinny little plants she wears. I am a Sevika boyshorts TRUTHER

⚢ And she works out. Matter of fact, forget the prettybutch comment because Sevika WORKS OUTTT and I think she has resistance bands. Like she goes to an actual gym but around the house you’ll find her repping with those damn resistance bands to relieve stress or just cause she sees them and remembers.

⚢ And she works out to like. Classical music. Cause she’s a classy mothafuckaaa just absolutely getting ripped and her face is in a scary ass sneer but there's like ode to joy in the background

⚢ You pack her lunch. She gets flamed at work cause her paper bag is covered in lil hearts and stickers and kissy lipstick marks and its filled with sugary baked goods like pink sparkly cupcakes and fruity pastries cause u can’t cook. But by gawd u can bake.

⚢ That being said, she’s the cook in the relationship. Especially when it comes to meat. It’s problematic. Sevika’s version of “girl dinner” is straight up protein. Her typical meal is like. A rotisserie chicken + hard boiled eggs. It made you gasp the first time you saw her pull out one of her meal prep tins and it was just that.

⚢ Oh yeah and she meal preps

⚢ Claims she “doesn’t get sick” because her “immune system is just built different.”

⚢ When she does get sick, she refuses to chill out and let herself be sick and she tries to speedrun her way to health by taking too much vitamin C and then working out and cranking the heat to “sweat it out quicker.”

⚢ She knits to relieve stress

⚢ Sleeps topless and in undies. And a wife pleaser tank if its chilly.

#arcane fanfiction #arcane #sevika headcanons #sevika hcs #sevika #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika smut #arcane headcanon #arcane league of legends #arcane season 2 #arcane s2 #arcane fanfic #arcane fic #arcane smut #vamp does arcane hcs #vamp does sevika hcs

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saintzweig · 2 days ago

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ermmmm can i say something :3 i think art is the type of guy who's done glory holes at least a few times in college. he's so busy with tennis and trying not to fail his classes that he just hasn't had the time to let loose and get laid. sure, his hand is right there but it doesn't quite feel the same. patrick tells him just hit a girl up and ask for casual meaningless sex like it's that easy, art isn't as suave and charismatic as the brunette. plus, he's also the type to want to have some sort of connection with whoever he's going to have sex with so casual sex isn't something he thinks will work out for him.

bottom line is, he's pent up and it's getting painful. he can't even do anything without his cock swelling underneath his shorts from the smallest of friction.

so when he overheard his tennis teammates talking about a gloryhole after a particularly long day, his ears couldn't help but perk up. his lower region growing taller under the shower stream and heat pooling in the pit of his stomach as he listened to one of them describe his experience. he was at the library and went to a secluded bathroom to jerk off, a specific bathroom on the fourth floor that nobody ever goes to on the rumors that it's haunted. there's a hole in the bathroom stall and a person on the other side, one led thing led to another and that brought him to an eye-rolling, stars-reaching orgasm.

after pretending to study in the library for what felt like hours, art hurriedly grabbed his things and walk over to the previously mentioned bathroom. he figured it was perfect, he didn't have to actually meet and sweet talk anyone until they decide they want to fuck him, and he couldn't see the other person so he's not going to get attached or anything, right? all he has to do is hope that someone is there or else it's just going to be him and his right hand alone in this creepy bathroom.

the heavy door creaked and the lights were flickering, there's an eerie feeling inside but– oh god, someone is here. and they're jerking off? the sound of wet, sloppy slapping and hushed moans. you didn't even stop when you hear his footsteps and the lock of the stall right next to yours.

the blonde dropped his bag to the tiled floor, unbuckling his belt immediately until his pants hit the floor. he gave himself a few tugs, to no surprise, it's raging red and leaking. after a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the stall to 'announce his presence' and the sounds stopped, which he took as permission to slide his hard cock through the horridly sawed hole. he stood there, waiting for your touch. and when it finally came, he felt like he was going to cum instantly. your hands working on him furiously, stroking your spit all over him. he pushed his shirt up and looked down, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever was on the other side.

his stomach tensed up as he felt something warm on his tip, your tongue swirling around and sweeping the pre-cum leaking from him. he lets out a few choked groans, "s-shit" and when you finally took all of him, your cheeks hollowed and the very tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat– he spilled. everything that he kept inside of him for far too long shooting down your throat. and you had no trouble swallowing. you gave him a few more pumps just to make sure it's all out and he's shaking on the other side. he pulls himself out and within seconds, he's knocking on the door of your stall. "fuck it"

#this was written on a whim so lol #saintzweig writes ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅#challengers #challengers smut #challengers x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson x reader

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nislost · 3 days ago

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SHE LET ME HIT😭🙏🏼 | chapter 10

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up.)

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“am i gonna regret this?” you say out loud after sending haechan a come over text. “nah” you get up and decide to clean yourself up a bit and put a cute matching set just in case the both of you actually do something. after showering you start drying your hair with a towel until you hear a knock at your door. you get up and check your peephole first because you aren’t trying to be in a horror movie, but all you see is a nervous haechan rubbing his hands on his sweats. you giggle at his cute action and open the door. haechan’s head jerks to your direction “h-hey!” he squeaks out causing you to giggle. “come on in” you open the door wider giving him a full view of your tank top and very short shorts. “do you wanna watch a movie?” you ask as you pat the spot next to you on the couch motioning for him to next to you. “uh sure” haechan says sitting next to you putting his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. you grab the remote and put on some random movie you were recommended awhile ago but never had the chance to watch.

an hour passes and the next scene definitely shocks the both of you. it was the freakiest sex scene you’ve seen. the girl in the movie is in the janitors closet getting fucked by her professor and he has her gagged to keep her quiet. “o-oh i didn’t expect that!” you nervously laugh frantically searching for the remote. the second you do find it you quickly turn the tv off and sigh out of relief. you turn to haechan covering his face with his hands which makes you giggle, you peel his hands away from his face to reveal how flustered he is. he’s looking everywhere but you at the moment so you grab his chin and force him to look at you. he looked so attractive you couldn’t explain why his face was red, eyes were glossed over, glasses were hanging at the bridge of his nose, and he looked so…desperate?

“haechan..?” you say softly causing him to whimper “i-im sorry can i use your bathroom..?” he asks looking away from you again then it clicked you look down at his lap. he got hard and the print showing through had you rubbing your thighs together. “i can help you know..” you say sheepishly looking away, haechan’s eyes widen “you don’t have to!” he says frantically but he quickly shuts up at your next words “i want to…please?” with that he slowly nods.

in a flash you were straddling haechan making out with him like two hungry wolves. haechan kept his hands on your waist not wanting to make you uncomfortable which annoyed you, grabbing his hands and placing them on your hips you mumble “you can touch me” which causes haechan to jerk upwards. you let out a whine then started grinding on him slowly which had him panting like a dog in heat. you pull away from his lips and take a quick look at him, he looked fucked out even though the both of you haven’t done much yet. “y/n i need you please..” haechan whimpers pulling all your weight down on his hard on and he begins to grind up into you seeking some type of pleasure.

the next thing you know haechan rips your clothes off, pull his sweats down and pulls your panties to the side. “can i put it in? please tell me i can. please please please” he begs looking at you with desperation you nod but that made him frown “i want you to say it y/n.” the desperation in his voice went straight down to your core. “haechan please as put your cock in me” you whine that caused him to quickly slide in.

the both of you sigh out a moan and you begin to bounce at a slow pace. “f-fuck you feel so good…so perfect for me” haechan moans his head leans back resting on the couch. he decides he needed more so he grips your hips and thrusts upwards into you causing you to moan “haechan just like that!”. the both of you have no care about the rest of the world at the moment it’s just you two connected. “so warm baby” he groans, he brings a hand down and rubs your clit which had you screaming at this point. not wanting a noise complaint to be made you cover your mouth with your hand which annoyed haechan since all he wanted to do was hear your pretty sounds, but he understood so he just sucked it up and thrusted into you even harder.

you felt haechan’s cock twitch inside of you signaling he was close “where…where do you want me to finish..?” he gasps out “inside..please i need you” he whimper out before placing your head in the crook of his neck. haechan’s eyes widen hearing you say that, what you didn’t know was that he had the biggest breeding kink so that just made him ram his cock into you even harder. “fuck i’m gonna paint your insides white” he groans before shooting ropes of cum into you. he continued thrusting into you wanting to make sure you got to finish too and when your orgasm hit you hard he felt satisfied.

“h-holy shit…” you pant into his neck “where’s your bathroom” he asks laying you down on the couch. you tell him where and he comes back with a damp rag to clean you up. then he picks you up again, confused you raise a brow “i don’t want you getting a UTI so go piss girl!” he laughs placing you on the toilet “no fucking way you just said that” you giggle before kicking him out the bathroom. when you do exit the bathroom you notice he’s on the couch waiting you plop down next to him and sigh “you know you can go home” you say looking at him with a smile, he pouts “already getting rid of me” you giggle at his childish behavior “yes it’s getting late and i don’t want you to go home late as fuck” you say adjusting the glasses on his face. he gets up and you send him off before going to bed and getting the best sleep ever.

notes: this is my first time writing smut i’ve never felt so freaky😭

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novaursa · 2 days ago

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A Flame All Her Own (faithful)

- Summary: You and Daemon take your escapades into the Sept.

- Paring: sister!reader/Daemon Targaryen

- Rating: Matrue 16+

- Previous part: 1

- Next part: dragons in the night

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The sacred air was filled with the faint scent of incense, mingling with the waxy aroma of melting candles. The Sept was quiet, the stillness broken only by the soft murmurs of a Septa reciting prayers and the distant footsteps of a solitary worshiper. You shouldn’t be here, and yet, you couldn’t resist.

“Are you truly so afraid, sister?” Daemon’s voice was a low murmur, his words curling around you like smoke. His smirk, that arrogant curve of his lips, was lit with amusement as he leaned closer. His silver hair gleamed faintly in the candlelight, and his dark violet eyes burned with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Afraid?” you whispered back, glancing over your shoulder to ensure no one was near. “It is you who should be afraid. If anyone catches us—”

“They won’t,” he interrupted, his tone dripping with certainty. His fingers brushed the curve of your cheek, and your protest dissolved into silence. “You think I care for the wrath of the gods, little sister? The gods did not give us fire and blood to be tamed.”

His hands were on you before you could reply, firm yet reverent as he guided you further into the shadows of the Sept, away from the altar where Alicent Hightower knelt in prayer. He pressed you gently against the cold, unyielding stone wall, his body crowding yours as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your ear.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. “Do I frighten you?”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding against your ribs. “You know you don’t.”

“Good,” he said, his voice a velvet purr. “Because you drive me mad, Y/N.”

His lips claimed yours in a kiss that was fierce and possessive, and the world around you seemed to fade away. His hands tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing closer until there was no space left between you.

“This is madness,” you managed to gasp when his lips left yours to trail down your throat, igniting sparks with every touch.

“Then let us be mad together,” he replied, his words muffled against your skin.

The sanctity of the Sept was forgotten as passion consumed you both. His hands explored you with a familiarity that sent shivers coursing through you, and you responded in kind, pulling him closer, desperate to feel him against you. The stone at your back was cool and unyielding, a stark contrast to the heat of his body as he worshiped you in a way no gods ever could.

“Daemon,” you whispered his name like a prayer, your voice trembling as he brought you to the brink of surrender.

The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the spell, and you froze, your heart leaping into your throat. A gasp of pure horror echoed in the quiet Sept as a Septa rounded the corner and stumbled upon the two of you. Her face turned ashen, her eyes wide with shock.

“In the house of the gods!” she cried, clutching the hem of her robe as though to ward off the sight. “You… you defile the Sept with your wickedness!”

Daemon’s lips curved into a wicked grin, and he turned his head lazily toward her, completely unrepentant. “You should thank me, Septa,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. “I have brought fire and passion to this cold place.”

The Septa made a strangled sound, turning and fleeing with her skirts bunched in her hands. Her footsteps echoed off the stone walls as she disappeared.

You stared after her, your pulse racing. “Daemon, she’ll tell—”

“Let her,” he said, cutting you off. “What can she do? I am a prince of the blood, and you are my sister. Let them whisper and gasp. It changes nothing.”

From the altar, Alicent Hightower looked up, her serene expression faltering as she noticed the Septa’s frantic retreat. Her gaze shifted toward the shadows, and for a moment, her eyes seemed to meet yours. There was something in her expression—a flicker of suspicion, curiosity, and disapproval all at once.

You tugged at Daemon’s arm. “We need to leave,” you whispered urgently.

Daemon sighed but relented, taking your hand in his. “Very well, my love,” he said, pressing a lingering kiss to your knuckles. “But know this—I’ll have you again. Perhaps not in a Sept, but somewhere no less scandalous.”

He led you toward the side entrance, his grip firm and reassuring despite the chaos you’d just caused. As the two of you slipped into the night, the cool air washing over your heated skin, you couldn’t help but wonder what trouble you’d unleashed—and whether it was worth it. One glance at Daemon’s smirk told you it was.

The grand chamber of the Red Keep was quiet, the morning sun casting golden streaks across the polished floor. King Viserys sat in his chair, one hand on the armrest, the other rubbing the bridge of his nose as if to ward off an impending headache. He had been savoring a rare moment of peace, but that tranquility was shattered the moment Otto Hightower entered the room, his expression tight with restrained disapproval.

“My king,” Otto began, his voice clipped but deferential as he bowed low.

Viserys sighed, already weary of whatever news the Hand of the King had brought. Otto was not one to waste time with pleasantries, and the furrow of his brow suggested something dire.

“What is it, Otto?” Viserys asked, his tone resigned.

Otto straightened, clasping his hands behind his back. “It pains me to bring such matters before you, Your Grace,” he said, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. “But the reputation of House Targaryen is at stake. I feel it is my duty to inform you that your brother, Prince Daemon, and your sister, Princess Y/N, were seen… engaging in improper conduct. In the Sept.”

Viserys froze, staring at Otto as if he had misheard. Slowly, he leaned back in his chair, exhaling a long, tired breath. “Not again,” he muttered, more to himself than to Otto.

Otto raised an eyebrow but said nothing, giving Viserys space to process the news.

“You’re certain of this?” Viserys finally asked, though he already knew the answer.

“A Septa witnessed the act herself,” Otto confirmed, his tone dripping with disapproval. “She fled in horror and later recounted the tale to Queen Alicent, who brought it to my attention. It seems there is no mistaking what transpired.”

Viserys closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose again, muttering a curse under his breath. “And here I thought they were staying out of trouble. I spoke to them the last time this happened.”

“The last time?” Otto echoed, his disapproval intensifying.

“Yes, the last time,” Viserys snapped, suddenly irritable. “In the godswood. Or was it the library? Who can keep track anymore?” He waved a hand dismissively. “They’re dragons, Otto. This kind of behavior is… expected.”

Otto’s lips thinned into a hard line. “Expected, perhaps, but not excusable, Your Grace. The realm will not look kindly upon such indiscretions, especially when committed in the most sacred of places.”

Viserys groaned, running a hand down his face. “What would you have me do, Otto? Command them to be other than what they are? You know as well as I that Daemon has always been wild, and Y/N… she’s no different. The blood of Old Valyria burns hot in their veins.”

“Be that as it may,” Otto said stiffly, “it is your responsibility as king to address this behavior. The Septa is already spreading whispers among the Faith. If this matter is not handled swiftly, it could damage your standing with the High Septon and the lords of the realm.”

Viserys waved him off. “Yes, yes, I’ll speak to them. Again. Gods help me, Otto, I’ll try to keep them in line. But you know how they are—Daemon will laugh it off, and Y/N will likely deny everything with a straight face.”

Otto inclined his head, his expression neutral but his displeasure evident. “I trust you will impress upon them the gravity of their actions, Your Grace.”

Viserys gave him a weary look. “I’ll do my best. Now leave me, Otto. I need a moment to gather my strength for this.”

As Otto bowed and departed, Viserys slumped further into his chair, staring at the ceiling as if searching for divine intervention. After a long moment, he rang for a steward.

“Send for Daemon and Y/N,” he instructed. “And bring me some wine while you’re at it.”

When Daemon and Y/N entered the chamber some time later, their expressions couldn’t have been more different. Daemon sauntered in with his usual arrogance, a faint smirk playing on his lips as if he already knew the purpose of the summons. Y/N, on the other hand, looked composed, her face a mask of innocence that fooled no one, least of all Viserys.

“You wanted to see us, brother?” Daemon drawled, lounging casually in a nearby chair without waiting for permission.

Viserys glared at him. “Yes, Daemon. And you as well, Y/N. Sit.”

Y/N obeyed, folding her hands neatly in her lap, while Daemon lounged like a cat that had just raided the cream.

“What did we do this time?” Daemon asked, his tone laced with mockery. “Surely nothing so dire that it requires your attention.”

Viserys’s patience was already wearing thin. “The Sept,” he said flatly. “You were seen. By a Septa, no less.”

Daemon chuckled, clearly unrepentant. “Ah, so the old crone couldn’t mind her own business. How unfortunate.”

“And you,” Viserys said, turning to Y/N. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

Y/N tilted her head, her expression serene. “I have no idea what the Septa saw, brother. Perhaps she mistook a shadow for something it wasn’t.”

Viserys groaned, rubbing his temples. “Gods, the two of you will be the death of me. Do you not understand the trouble you’ve caused? The Faith will be outraged. Otto is already breathing down my neck.”

Daemon leaned forward, his smirk widening. “Let them be outraged. What can they do? We are Targaryens, Viserys. Fire and blood, remember? The Faith means nothing to us.”

“It means something to the realm,” Viserys snapped. “You may not care, but I have a kingdom to rule. Your antics make it harder for me to maintain order.”

Daemon shrugged. “Then perhaps the realm should learn to stop meddling in the affairs of dragons.”

Viserys glared at him, then turned to Y/N. “And you? Do you share his cavalier attitude?”

Y/N hesitated, glancing at Daemon before meeting Viserys’s gaze. “I did not intend to cause you trouble, brother. But I will not apologize for being who I am.”

Viserys slumped back in his chair, defeated. “You’re impossible, both of you. Just… stay out of sight for a while. No more scandals. Do you hear me?”

Daemon grinned. “As you command, Your Grace.”

Viserys sighed, reaching for the goblet of wine on his desk. He had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before he was having this conversation again.

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