#but then again...constant pegging of a pretty boy...
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oh my od please actually ask him out please he likes you he told me
NOOO THTAS SO SCARY what if h edoesnt like me and im actually really ugly and its really embarrassing Help meeeeeee
#HES SO GORGEOUS#i want my teenage dream story#id say mpind but i would truly rather die than live thorugh that hell#its my favourite thing ever but LIVING IT .#no thank yew .#its like the last of us#id DIE for it and its amazing and i love it and its so good and the best but like . please i need joy#but then again...constant pegging of a pretty boy...#both is good...#i wnana peg him man#this is makign me angry#i cant beieve you asked if he was peggable#wnhy is that your thought#blah blah!#asks#mewtuals#the faggot#not 75 stuff
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NSFW. MDNI. x f!reader. PEGGING.
you can’t help but let the smugness show on your lips when he arches his back for you. those taut muscles flexing and relaxing as he preens for you. his mouth falls open as his eyes flutter closed when your lubed up silicone tip kisses the back of his ballsac and drags along his taint to press against his winking hole.
“fuck, want you so bad, please…” he breathes.
“please what?” you rasp, letting your thick cockhead drag back and forth over his slippery taint.
“nnfuhh fuck, please fuck me, baby~”
he’s so needy - desperate even - as he looks over his shoulder at you, open-mouthed in anticipation as he tries to back himself up onto your length. but you punish him with a hard, wet slap to his hole, biting your smiling lip in satisfaction when he shudders and whines your name. you also take the opportunity to turn up the intensity of the little bullet inside your strap. it’s pressed against your clit, making your cunt suck and clench around the thick dildo inside you.
“behave, boy…and i might let you have my cock…”
he nods emphatically, all too eager to go along with your commands...relaxing and sinking back down to bite his pillow in anticipation and need. finally, his rigid shoulders flex and his fists grip the sheets below when you begin to press inside him.
he lifts his head from the pillow with a gasp, a string of saliva hanging from his lip as his eyes roll back behind fluttering eyelashes, long and thick and pretty. you both relish the feeling as you sink deeper and deeper, pulling back a little between slow thrusts, all while your tightening walls hug and pull at the fat length inside of you. his cock is hard - so hard - and leaking a constant drip of clear fluid onto the sheets below as you work your girth in deeper and deeper inside him…
you pump in and out of his asshole, slick and hard, watching the artificial veins pop in and out around his tight rim. he’s starting to keen now, gripping the sheets harder as he lifts up onto his palms to fuck himself back onto your thick dick. he can’t get enough of the way your girth splits him open again and again and again…
a drooling string of precum is swinging from his angry cock, his head thrown back as he huffs and gasps and groans incoherent noises.
you respond by throwing your hips harder against his ass. “you like that, hm? like the way i fuck your sweet little hole, baby boy?”
“ohmyfuckinggodyesplease…g-gonna cum so fucking hard for you~” he gasps.
“that’s it, baby, cum for me…” you pull back on a fistful of his hair, using it as leverage to pull him back into your hard thrusts. the vibrator against your clit is becoming too much as you fuck yourself on the ridged dildo inside your strap in time with your own hard thrusts, driving you closer and closer to your own orgasm.
you pound harder, faster into him. he’s been such a good boy, albeit one that's been reduced to a babbling mess as your hips slap hard against his taut ass.
“cum…now,” you command, the bullet finally pushing you over the edge. you gasp and tighten your grip around his hair, pulling him back harder onto your cock when his hips suddenly start to buck.
his orgasm finally erupts, his hard cock bouncing behind the force of your messy thrusts, sending threads of his hot cum streaking across his belly, his chest, and the sheets below as you fuck it out of him.
KAEYA, CHILDE, scara, TIGHNARI, itto, LYNEY, BAIZHU, KAVEH, ayato, THOMA
#kaeya#childe#tartaglia#scaramouche#wanderer#tighnari#itto#lyney#baizhu#kaveh#ayato#thoma#kaeya x reader#childe x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#tighnari x reader#itto x reader#lyney x reader#baizhu x reader#kaveh x reader#ayato x reader#thoma x reader#kaeya smut#childe smut#wanderer smut#scaramouche smut#tighnari smut#itto smut#lyney smut
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — jack finds himself in a precarious position after an argument
「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ], pegging fdom, msub, brat taming brat!jack, hair pulling, hatefucking [ after argument ] degradation anal sex, sex toys, anal penetration, male orgasm, handjob
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 557
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x jack perry
「 GENRE 」 — smut
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“that’s it pretty boy take every inch”
the word ringing sinful through jack’s ears as you filled him to the brim
feeling himself stretch around the ribbed dildo was nothing short of exhilarating
being spurred on by languid thrusts on your part, just ebbing the toy deeper and deeper until the axis’ of your hips collide. grinding skin against skin
jack was breathless, quiet.
for this was his punishment for mouthing off to you a mere fifteen minutes prior
the experience overall new for him, his senses have never been matched with the same stimuli
his body jutting against the soft rhythms movements you provided, back arching slightly to gain further stimulation
his cock half hard and throbbing, leaking creamy essence that bleeds into the bedsheets.
manicured nails rake through his tousled curls, tugging slightly to - at the very least- get is his attention
“you gonna behave?” your voice authoritative, stern, a demand rather than a question
what parts his lips is a small grunt, nothing that would indicate any actual substance, still its a response nonetheless
“words.” another demand accompanies a rougher thrust, one that makes his stomach whirl and cock pulse with arousal.
“yes.” he growls, frustrations brewing in his chest as the words cut, seething as they left his mouth.
“prove it.”
demands. constant.
“i’ll do anything fuck-” he grunts through gritted teeth “just let me cum, you fuckin’ bitch-”
you halt you movements, the tough remains inside his tight hole, clenching around the silicone
“on you’ll cum alright, on my time. only i have that power”
your hand reached down to idly thumb a the tip of his cock.
“now be a good boy and behave”
you did not give the the privilege to respond only tightening the grip in his hair
other hand beginning to stroke his cock with rapid motions
pre-cum and lube slicked his shaft, making it easier fo you to toy and play with him
his cock throbs in your palm aggressively
arousal building quicker than you can register
a sheen of sweet builds on his skin, making him shimmer with a golden hue under warm lamplight
he cums unexpectedly, coating your knuckles in a gloss of milky white
he shivers, cowers almost into the bedsheets, hips jutting still against the phantoms of your touches
the toy still very much buried inside him, not that he minded, he rather enjoyed the sensation.
not satisfied, you gripped his aching cock again, thumb running over the sensitive bulb of his tip all fiery an red, swollen with arousal
“wait-“ he whimpers, still trying to recollect his breath
“fuck- mmm…”
“what did i say before? you cum when i say you can”
you increase the movement of your hand pushing him further and further into the realm of overstimulation
“thought you were gonna behave yourself”
”’m sorry-“ he whines, mouth parting with a guttural moan
“fuck just let me cum! i’m sorry, i’ll be good”
your hips snap against his violently, making him take every inch nice and deep
”good.”
you feel his cock throb in your palm once more just begin for release
”now cum.”
he does and forcefully too, emptying what seemed like buckets of cum to him into your palm
his cock going languid against your fingertips, drooling and dribbling pearlescent strings.
he almost collapses into the bedsheets, a boyish grin gracing his features, a small chuckle follows
he definitely needs you to do this to him again
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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#kinktober#kinktober 2024#jack perry#aew#aew imagine#wrestling smut#wrestling imagine#aew wrestling#aew fanfiction
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Motor cycle class day two
6:30am right into some obstacle clearance riding, we just ran over wooden planks… but ‘‘twas fun standing on the pegs to really let the suspension and your legs take the impact. It’s eerie how similar it all feels to riding a bike, yes the motorcycles heavier but it’s also just as nimble. With speed balance becomes easier due to the rotating wheels. Squeezing yourself around the tank also adds stability, something you can’t really do on a bike. but yeah drills - we had a braking while in a corner drill, and now this isn’t anything tricky it’s just maybe a little bit more accident prone due to the nature of trying to stop yourself at 18mph with front hydraulic brakes… so unfortunately one of my peers did in-fact lock the front while turning and dropped his bike, an old orange tanked Suzuki. Luckily he wants hurt or anything it was rather low speed but still kinda humbled everyone in class. One thing though is that the instructors didn’t use it as a teaching moment, to demo what to do when a bike falls or checking for damage. Would have been insightful. We kept on though and the guy who fell ( the Russian dude ) sat out for the rest of that drill while writing up paperwork that he was uninjured and etc for liability rip. The fun one today was the consecutive corners and speed management drill. Big long S turns and a constant rate turn made for a nice 2nd gear zoom. The first lap around was rather risk adverse there was a lot of loose gravel around some of the corner bits but I built confidence in the bike. Couple times i definitely tried to apex the corners even though we were supposed to stay in the middle throughout… drop a knee and LEAN. It was quite fun. The slalom and swerving drills were also quite a leaning experience. At first I was kinda just sitting upright and maintaining my body perpendicular to the bike entering the leans and turning, but what I found out ( without any real help from the instructors ) was that you really want to pivot with your hips. Keep your upper body level and move around your butt to balance! The first swerve from 23mph felt very natural and the bike moved exactly where I wanted it to, I was quite impressed. Low speed slalom too before moving around my hips felt very turn - drive - lean - turn - drive - lean whereas with hip movement it ends up being more of a dance TurnLean-drive LeanTurn-Drive it felt rhythmic and dynamic. Definitely enjoyed that learning process. Lastly the test! It consists of an emergency braking within a box, U Turn within a box, swerving, low speed control and slalom, cornering at speed / speed management and that’s it! Pretty straightforward. It was all drills we had done previously just now we couldn’t “practice” it’s a one shot you’re done kinda deal. Ok let’s also preface this with one of the things that will auto DQ you from the test is if you drop the bike. It was so unfortunate to see the oldest gentleman really commit to the emergency braking and sent it a little too fast before locking up the front brake to make the box braking zone. His bike fell, thankfully he was uninjured but definitely looked dejected. We all gave him a thumbs up and nods to reassure, but I’m sure he was feeling down regardless. He’s going to end up having to take the final riding evaluation again another day. One dude who kinda just lacked the refinement and listening skills too tbh.. ( ran through stops and didn’t line up places ) was looking rather worried through the final evaluation because he stalled it twice and put a foot down during low speed maneuvers. But he passed no harm done. That’s really all of it. I did get to ride on one of the older Honda cruiser bikes during a break, and boy… it really felt like a substantial little vehicle. The seating position was comfortable maybe a little low and the foot pegs were so far out ahead. Changed the center of gravity and how to balance it, not to mention longer forks with more rake to them changed turning radius and technique! But man did it feel like a proper - I’m a biker - it definitely cruises.
We got a little ziplock baggie with discount cards and promos, our endorsement of the course of to the races we go. Pretty just handshake and congratulation little tips like practice with your own bike in a parking lot etc. but yeah we all said our thanks and headed off! Now the dmv… takes two days to process it all so guess who has to now stay an extra two days in Florida to make sure this class doesn’t go to waste. This idiot. hell yeah. Thankfully I ended up getting a better direct flight back. What da text block limiter… tumblr what is this I’m trying to save some memories here…
Overall I’m happy, itch scratched. Am I going to ditch my car and bike only everywhere no… but definitely something I want to explore more and hopefully enjoy safely and responsibly! Off to the next rating to be added to my pilots license.
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Describe your hometown. What's it like there? On a constant path to growth, which has been pretty cool to watch since I’ve lived here since I was a kid. The thing about where I’m from is that cities outside Manila rarely dramatically change - they would look the same as they were 10, 15 years ago. But where I’m from started as this really bare city, and now it’s anything but that. Which is great too because I imagine I’d be bored out of my mind if it never changed.
What did you do yesterday evening? Hung out at the rooftop while I listened to Indigo. Then it rained so I went downstairs only to find that the big-ass bathtub I ordered for my mom this Christmas had finally arrived. It’s nearly comical how big the box for it is and it got even funnier when my sister asked “Whose body are we hiding?” lmfao. Anyway, we hid it behind the sofa not for the sake of hiding it from my mom (because that shit is gonna get spotted any other way) but so that it isn’t an eyesore.
Are you comfortable with leaving the house without any makeup on? I never leave the house with makeup. I know I’ve filled this up before because I’m about to say what I said the last time – it would be more noteworthy for me to leave the house with makeup on than without.
Do you have any expensive hobbies? I’d say being in a fandom is.
What length do you like to keep your nails at? Continued from Sunday. Not too long, because I think it starts to look gross when they start looking like big chunks.
What's your favorite memory with your last ex? I’m not sure...maybe that time we went to this club with friends then spent literally the rest of the evening walking around the city, after everyone had long gone home. There was a calming sense of freedom and peace going around the city like that, with only a few cars passing every now and then and knowing most of the population was asleep In any case, that’s one of the handful of things I can still remember because otherwise I’m forgetting more and more of that relationship’s existence with every day that passes.
Have you ever felt physical pain in a dream? There have been a few nightmares where my chest had felt 500 lbs heavier.
What is the oldest online account that you still use? My current Twitter account, which I opened in 2010. I actually made my first account there in 2008 but I’ve long deleted that.
Have you ever had Christmas carolers come to your house and sing for you? That only ever happened in the duplex we used to live in, since our area is a pretty common/busy route in that village; I know carolers still stop by to this day because there was a group that was standing in front of our gate the last time we came over a month ago. Our current house, though, is right at the end of the village so nobody ever makes it to this point.
Do you know anyone whose family has lived in the same house for 3+ generations? Angela.
What was the last video game you beat? I have never beaten a video game; I never had the skills to, haha.
What's your favorite Studio Ghibli film? Grave of the Fireflies.
What did you learn from your last failed relationship? I ignored and let certain things go because I didn’t want it to end, but nope not doing that again. < This is true, but I’ve also come to terms with the fact that the entire relationship was doomed from the start. It shouldn’t have happened; but since it did, it shouldn’t have lasted the length that it lasted. This italicized point is just one of the entire novel of things I’ve since learned from having been in that relationship.
What country does your favorite band hail from? Do boy groups count? South Korea.
What's something on your to-do list that never actually gets done? Having a loft bed made has been on the backburner most of this year but I’m excited to say that I’m finally starting the steps to get it done! I’ve started to do some scouting for possible pegs and I want to have it by around Jan or Feb at the latest.
Have you ever been really passionate about something but then lost interest? If so, what was it? This was me with reading. Being a bookworm was my one and only personality in grade school, and I frequently smuggled novels to school even though it wasn’t allowed; people also solely knew me as someone who kept to herself and just read and read and read. Somewhere along Grade 6, I suppose I got depressed and simultaneously got busier with school and just didn’t have the headspace and time anymore to read; eventually I failed to catch up with which books people were getting into until I just stopped reading as a habit altogether.
It’s not totally lost on me though, I would say. My love for reading has since continued to live on in my love for writing, which I’m confident will never go away; it is still my favorite thing to do. I also still read from time to time, but my materials of choice have changed; like I don’t think I’ll be touching a novel again for a long time but I still enjoy memoirs, articles, essays, that kind of stuff.
Do you sleep with the TV or the radio on? No, it’s a waste of electricity. I do keep YouTube autoplay on my phone as I turn in, but I also make sure my phone’s timer is toggled so that it shuts down after a certain amount of minutes.
What's the worst thing about being male/female (whichever you are)? How things that we have to deal with end up being a part of public debate, legal or otherwise. Stuff like periods still being taboo, the legality of abortion, and at least in the case of Asia, the social standing/implications of being a single mom.
What movie has the best special effects? I’m generally not a fan of genres known to have CGI like fantasy and war so I wouldn’t be the best person to ask about this, but I will say that 2001: A Space Odyssey (especially considering the year it was made) and Interstellar are top favorites. How many work hours per week is too much for you? I will sometimes have weeks that require me to spend 12-15 hours a day and that always takes a toll on my mental health.
What habit is essential to your daily life? Making my morning cup of coffee.
What is your favorite documentary? Jiro Dreams of Sushi.
When did you last have a vision test? Last year when I needed a new prescription for my glasses.
What do you typically eat for breakfast? Just coffee. I skip breakfast.
What are three things you need to do tomorrow? Get my physical tickets for the Kim Seonho fanmeet :D That’s about it. Otherwise I plan to spend the day lazing away.
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sub shoto! pls pegging him and fking him dumb- overstimming him just to see his fked out face
To be honest, seeing Shoto's normally calm expression morph into Ahegao would be far too good, don't you think?
Shoto never really had time to touch himself, even when he was back in highschool. He found himself far too fixated on his heroic goals to even think about it. So when he became a pro it was no different, worse even. Poor guy had worked himself to the bone, so you'd decided to...help him out.
After about an hour of searching with Adam & Eve, you'd found the prettiest strap on(conveniently Shoto themed), and rushed to throw it into your cart.
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"H-haAh~ Y/N, b-baby...so- AhHh~ s-so good~"
You found yourself indulging in the wonderful strap you’d made note of awhile back.
Shoto had been face down, drooling onto the pillow beneath him as he greedily indulged in the pool of pleasure he’d been drowning in. His mind had become a puddle. You’d found it hard to believe but endless moans fell from Shoto’s lips, hiccups occuring each time your hips smacked against his. Shoto’s tongue fell out as he mindlessly fucked himself back onto you. Such a state was unfamiliar to you, such a contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.
“A-ah! Plea-ease, Wanna..wanna cum...g-gonna-” Poor thing curled his toes, one hand gripping the sheets as the other reached back to jerk himself off. His eye rolled back farther than he’d believed to be possible. Shoto’s wrist began to spasm as his lover’s delicious cock abused his prostate, jamming into it with seemingly no end in sight. “Oh, baby~ you shouldn’t do that..” you cooed after realizing the dilemma between his legs. Your cool fingertips tiptoed down his back, bringing a new sensation of pleasure to him. His back arched slightly as a response. “Don’t worry, I have just the thing to help. So be a good boy and move that pretty hand of yours~”
Shoto, being the good boy he was, willed himself to let go of his desperate cock(of course, followed by gripping onto the sheets for dear life. “Please..p-please..! S-so close...! Wanna..o-oh gods- s-so good.”
“It’s ok baby, just hold out a lil longer. I promise I’ll let you cum.” And just as promised, you pulled out another toy, one that’d caught your attention while searching on other websites.
An onahole.
It was clear, and due to the seemingly endless flow of precum coming from your precious boy’s cock, you didn’t need lube. Constant begging fell from his lips as you tapped his side gently, a familiar gesture which signaled him to roll onto his back(which he did very well, despite the trembling of his own body).
With this action, you were granted the masterpiece you’d created. Tears streamed down his cheeks, along with a waterfall of drool sliding down the corner of his lip. Along with this waterfall of liquid, came mindless babbling. “So good, w-want more..p-plea...” his sentences became incoherent, his eyes dizzy and unfocused. He didn’t seem to be focused on you, despite his mind allowing him to think only of you.
Fulfilling his wish, you slipped the onahole onto his twitching shaft, watching as he reacted immediately. Shoto’s back arched forward, eyes rolling back once again as you jerked him off yourself(which felt much better to him, anyway). “Go ahead, baby.” You spoke, though you weren’t sure he heard you through his own broken sobs. As soon as you said the word though “It’s alright, cum for me~” Shoto’s head shot back, crying to the heavens as he released thick ropes of his seed into the artificial pussy(that in no way compared to yours).
It seemed Shoto may have tricked himself into believing that it was over, so when you continued to jerk him off after only about thirty seconds to recover, he was more than surprised. If his delirious cries had anything to say about it. He would make an attempt to stop you, though. “N-no more, c-can’t take..can’t-” Before he’d spurt out more thick rope into his new favorite toy. The giddy smile on his face said otherwise, though. And the tip of your fake cock ramming into his sensitive spots definitely didn’t help his case. He’d contradict himself
”More, p-p-please! I-I can’t- d-don’t- f-fuck- yes!!”
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After about four different orgasms in different positions, you’d let him rest. He heaved into your chest, enjoying the praises you began to give him, telling him how he’d done so well for you, how perfect he was. It continued of course, until you’d soothed him into dreamland.
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Kinktober Day 3
Kinktober Prompt: Pegging
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader
Word Count: 750ish
Warnings: NSFW (18+ minors DNI), Pegging
“Relax for me, yeah?” Anakin nodded but you could see the concentration in his eyes as you lined the strap up with his hole.
You had never done it like this before but he had not shut up about it for weeks, imagining how it would feel to have you be the one to do the fucking. And who were you to deny him any wish?
He had his legs laid over your shoulders, you had leaned over him and had your hands placed to both of the sides of his head, leaving indents in the mattress.
“Can I try to push?” He nodded again.
He bit his bottom lip, his eyes rolling backwards as you made it through that little bit of resistance, pushing the strap just a little into him.
You had to take a moment to admire the view in front of you. His hair was tangled, his cheeks flushed bright pink and he was all spread out for you, his hard cock resting on his stomach, already slightly leaking just in thought of what you were about to do to him.
“You’re so pretty.”, you said softly before carefully pushing your hips forward. He was slicked up already, you had done your best to prepare him, but you couldn’t help but be afraid to hurt him.
“Is that alright?” His chest was stuttering in a few rapid breaths, but he nodded. “Good.” You didn’t dare move, but even the slight shift in your body as you leaned forward to kiss him was enough to make him wince.
His lips found yours, uniting in a sloppy kiss.
“You’re doing so good for me.”, you said softly. For a moment you just remained in position to let him get used to the sensation of being filled by your strap.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead. His knees were pushed onto his chest as you had leaned forward. He had always been surprisingly flexible.
“I think you can… You can move.” “Sure, sweetheart?”
He nodded again. His voice was a little shaky, so much more shy than you were used to. “Can you please… Kiss me while you do it?”
You could feel him tremble under you, a quiet moan escaping his lips against yours.
Your eyes widened at his request.
“Of course I can.” You pushed yourself up on one elbow to have a free hand to cup his face. “Tell me if it’s too much.” “Yes.”
You softly put your lips on his again as you slowly pushed your hips forwards, the strap sinking deeper into him.
“Good boy.”, you whispered before your lips were on his again. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, finding his.
A small pool of precum had gathered on his stomach already, his cock jumped with every thrust.
He winced again as you slowly pulled the strap out again before pushing it back in.
“Is that okay?” He nodded. You pushed yourself up again to be able to look into his face. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted as you started to gain rhythm.
“You’re doing so good for me.”, you whispered into his ear, picking up the pace slightly. He whined, his back arching under you.
“You’re taking me so well.” “Fuck…”, he moaned.
You reached down, wrapping your fingers around his cock. He was so slick with his own precum that he slipped into your fist easily.
His whimpers were like music to your ears, so delicate.
You could tell by his body language that he was close to coming, the way his breath fastened, and how his hands were gripping the sheets as if he was looking for something to hold on to were a dead giveaway.
“Keep going like this please.”
You nodded, fucking him at the same pace you had before and moving your hand up and down his hard cock.
Your hand around his cock tightened slightly and your thrusts became a little rougher. You were determined to make him come as hard as you possibly could. The constant slap of your hips against his became louder as you picked up the pace.
“Do you wanna come for me, sweetheart?”, you said quietly.
“Yes, yes please.”
“I’m gonna- oh fuck.”
His moans sounded almost like a cry as he came, thick ropes of cum splattering across his stomach and over your hand that was still pumping him.
You kept up your movements until you were sure that you had fucked the last drop out of him.
“Good boy.”, you whispered before he pulled you in for another kiss.
#anakin skywalker#anakin smut#anakin x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#star wars smut#star wars x reader#kinktober 2021#ari writes#help this is filthy#sorry this is late i finished it at like 3am and had to proofread in the morning to make sure it was anywhere near comprehensible
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-Haikyuu and drunk sex-
fem!reader x sub!characters - oikawa, nishinoya, kita-
Warnings: Nsfw, aged up characters, fem & dom reader, drinking, drunk sex, degradation, public sex, car sex, praise kink, pegging, anal(male receiving), mommy kink, nipple play, handjob, slight dacryphilia-
A/N: how have I never written for kita... pls he’s so precious. and uhhh I wrote most of these on my phone in a car, so bear with me if its shit, or if there are typos..
-Oikawa Toru-
-He’d been all over you all night. Everywhere you went in the large house, you were sure to see Oikawa just behind you, stumbling slightly as he walked up to you asking if you’d want to leave and find somewhere better for the nth time of the night.
It was honestly a little cute, despite the constant annoyance flaring in your chest when he spoke. His cheeks seemed to be stained a light shade of pink as he spoke to you, a string of compliments falling from him as and attempt to flirt. If he wasn’t so.. persistent, maybe you would’ve been a little nicer toward him.
When you mirrored his teasing tone his head dropped slightly, the tips of his ears turning a shade darker. It was as if he didn’t expect you to return his advances, and he definitely didn’t expect to be wrapped around your finger just from a few soft touches.-
“Awe, you can’t take it, Toru ? What happened, you were acting like such a little slut earlier, you change your mind?” He shivered as your hot breath ghosted against his cold skin.
A camouflage of pinks and red hues dusted his face and chest, his eyes trained on yours as they picked apart the darkness swimming in them now.
The way you stared down at him, like he was merely yours to use for the night, it excited him. More than it should’ve. But at the same time, it took his breath away.
“M’fine.”
It was all he could managed to get out, head swimming from the few drinks in his system and your expert touches. His breathing was shaky and uneven as you lowered yourself on his life length slowly. It was too slow. You knew he wanted more, his need was practically written on his face as it contorted from the slightest bit of pleasure.
But you weren’t going to give into the quiet whines slipping from his lips, or the way he desperately gripped your waist as you pulled away from him, leaning back as you moved your hips against him.
You were going to hold him to his promise to ‘show you a good time’, something he probably used on every girl at the party.
You watched his eyes fall to your hand, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit, only snapping up to your face when you moaned lowly.
He wanted- needed more of you, the slow pace of your hips was driving him crazy. He couldn’t move, you gave him no room to jut up into you, pinning his hips against the seat. Your complete control on him was almost addicting, even if it wasn’t enough.
“Please, more, need more s’not enough. Want to fuck you.”
Oikawa’s words were slurring even more then before, eyebrows furrowing and eyes filling with tears as he begged, his whines growing louder as you ignored him. He didn’t even deserve to make you feel good, let alone have you fuck him like he wanted you to. After bugging you all night shutting up and taking what you gave him was the least he could do.
Gripping his jaw tightly you jerked his head up from the seat, leaning in close as you did. Your voice was nearly dripping with the annoyance he filled you with yet again.
“Don’t forget, you’re not doing anything here, Toru. I’m the one fucking you, and well if it’s not enough… you better ask me nicely to help you out, or I’ll be happy to find someone else to show me a good time.”
-Nishinoya Yuu-
-His actions were growing bolder, even bolder than his normal self. He sat on the couch next to you, drinking down another shot. You lost count of how many he had done already; the game of truth or drink had been finished for a while now. He hadn’t even needed to take any shots, answering any questions that you had with ease.
It didn’t come to a surprise to you when he started to get clingy, leaning his head against your shoulder as you talked about whatever he had on his mind. An arm slipped around your side and he hugged himself into you, grinning up at you when you rolled your eyes.
His face was flushed slightly from the liquor, eyes shut as he leaned into you further. He was so adorable; you couldn’t find it in yourself to say no when he asked you so nicely to fuck him. -
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, mommy. So, so pretty.” Nishinoya breathed out as he leaned forward, pressing his hands against your stomach. Looking down at you through lidded eyes as he bounced himself on your strap.
His eyes were fixed on your breasts, one of his hands sliding up to play with one. His breath was shaky as he tried his best to get himself off, but it was getting harder. The way his head swam as he bounced was no help in chasing the bit of pleasure he could barely give himself.
He knew you didn’t like him touching his cock when he rode you, and he tried his best. But he needed your help, and you could tell. His movements stuttered, eyes dropping from you as a slight burn spread across his cheeks, he wanted to do it just like you asked him to, just like he wanted in the beginning.
“Baby boy,” You spoke softly, placing a hand on his gently, the other gripping his hips to stop his faltering movements. “Do you want mommy to help you? You don’t have to be shy, sweetheart, want me to make you feel good?”
He only nodded slowly meeting your eyes once more, finding comfort in the softness they held, the embarrassment building in his chest before faded a little.
Switching positions, your fingers slowly dragged up the back of his thigh as you pushed his knees into him. His breathy moans from before growing louder as you wrapped your fingers around his length, smiling down at the angry drooling tip. Gathering the precum with your thumb, he pushed his hips up into your hand, wanting to feel more.
“Good job, baby. You did so good for mommy, you can relax now, I’ve got you.” Gripping his hand as he reached out to you, pressing a small kiss to each knuckle as you thrust into him. He was being such a good boy for you, trying his hardest to listen to you before.
He nodded sucking in a sharp breath when you mirrored the rhythm of your hips with stroking his length, ignoring the need building in your core at the look on his face. His mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to keep his eyes open, wanting to see you as you fucked him.
“Thank you-ngh, feels s’good.” His words slurred as they mixed with his loud moans, head falling back as you quickened your pace. He couldn’t hold himself back when he was drinking, the pleasure overwhelming him, especially if you fucked him like this. His hands gripped the sheets next to his sides tightly, the burn in his legs as you folded him perfectly pushed him even closer to the edge. “M’close, can I cum, please, please wanna cum.”
“Go ahead, pretty boy. Cum on mommy’s cock for me, don’t hold yourself back baby.”
-Shinsuke Kita-
-You noticed his eyes on you all night, or well since you got to the party. But he stayed with his friends for most of it. Not making any advances or doing anything but smiling softly when you met his eyes. You could tell by his flushed face and the way he walked, or stumbled slightly, that the drink in his hand wasn’t his first one of the nights.
He looked so cute, glancing across the room at you every few minutes, like he wanted to talk to you but couldn’t find the courage to do it. When you walked up to him to find out just why he’d been looking at you so much, his eyes widened and he couldn’t quite form the right words, whether it was from your sudden attention on him or the drinks you weren’t sure.
He took your offer to get some fresh air, following you out onto the porch that wrapped around the house, finding a secluded spot near the back of the house you caged him against the railing. You had a pretty good idea what he had on his mind the whole night, especially when his eyes were trained on your low-cut shirt the whole time you talked to him. -
“Go ahead, touch them you don’t need to be shy, sweetheart.”
Kita’s eyes flicked to yours for a moment before looking back down at your exposed breasts, hands hesitantly moving up to cup them. His tongue ran over his bottom lip slightly as he toyed with your nipples, taking in your reactions to his touches.
Shaky breaths left him as you stroked him slowly, slower than he would’ve liked but he didn’t pay much attention to it. Attaching his lips to one of your nipples, he circled it with his tongue, sucking gently on it. He looked so cute, much cuter than you realized from across the crowded room before.
A whine sounded from him when you flicked your thumb over the slit, smearing the hot precum the oozed.
“Shh, you have to stay quiet, baby. You don’t want to get caught, right?”
He didn’t answer but quieted down all the same. It was easier to keep his noises in as he kept his mouth around your nipple, pinching and teasing the other one gently with his fingers.
“Good boy.” You cooed, pushing your free hand through his hair, tugged on it softly he nearly let out a loud groan at the slight pain combining with the praise. His cock twitched in your hand, hips pushing forward wanting more of you.
You smiled softly, quickening the pace of your hand, tightening your grip in his hair. Looking up to meet your eyes, he was even more adorable, if that was possible. Only pulling away from your breasts to burying his face into them.
“Please don’t stop, m’close.” His voice was low as he spoke, clutching onto your sides as you pushed him even closer. “Can I cum, please, please.”
“Yes, cum for me.”
That’s all he needed, pulling himself even closer to you he let out a soft groan, thick ropes of cum covered your hand and stomach. You pulled his face away from you, cupping his cheek gently, pressing your lips to the corner of his.
“Thank you for asking, sweetheart, you sounded so pretty. What do you say we get off this porch, good boy’s need to be rewarded, lets go back to my apartment, hm?”
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Mammon NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Mammon’s a softie - he definitely wants his partner to feel comfortable after sex and he’ll cater to their needs
Honestly, he hasn’t had much experience with a long term partner, so he isn’t super familiar with the concept of aftercare. But worry not, he’s quick to learn. He’ll prioritise cleaning you off and offer to run you a hot bath and remove the sheets, and tend to any wounds you might’ve sustained if the two of you were extra freaky that night
Once all that is done, he’ll dive right back in bed with you, peppering you with kisses and cuddling you till the next morning
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Mammon loves his abs - he’s worked hard for it and he knows that they look good. He’ll get particularly blushy if you comment on how muscular and toned they are
You hands are his favourite body part of yours. Not only does he love them when they’re wrapped around his hard cock or when they’re pulling his hair and marking his back, he also just cherishes how your hands touch him so delicately; how your fingers lightly brushes upon his at any given chance, and how your hands just fit in his so perfectly
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He has a really big load and his cum is extremely thick and creamy. It’s slightly bitter but you still swallow every timr
Mammon loves cumming all over your face. As the avatar of pride, it’s no surprise that he receives pleasure in marking you. Seeing you with his load all over your face allows Mammon to relish in the face that you’re his and only his
He’s also a big fan of cumming inside. Mammon loves how you trust him enough to let him fill you up, and just the thought of you filled up to the brim with his cum gets him going for another round
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The two of you attempted to fuck in Lucifer’s room once while he was off meeting Diavolo. Unfortunately, Lucifer returned sooner than expected, and almost caught you in the middle of the act. Mammon got a beating and a lecture, and you were given a disappointed sigh
He’s also too scared to admit that he’s very much into sensory deprivation. Mammon loves the thought of being tied up, blindfolded, and a gag in his mouth, with a plug up his ass and a vibe on his cock
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s a demon, and having lived for thousands of years before, he knows what’s he’s doing
Mammon has had his fair share of sexual encounters with witches and succubi and his body count is definitely high
That being said, he knows how things work and he knows how to please. You cum every single time you have sex with him
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mammon’s a big fan of cowgirl, he finds it so unbelievably hot to see you bouncing on his cock on top of him, with full view of your face and your tits. He also loves it when you’re in control, and this position grants you that
He also loves missionary because again, he loves seeing your face when you have sex. He could cum just from looking at your lewd expressions. Missionary also allows him to me a tad more romantic and intimate, so when you’re having a more vanilla session, Mammon can hold your hand while the two of you are chest to chest as he thrusts into you
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s occasionally goofy. Cracks a joke here and there so the two of you can laugh while you hold a lighthearted conversation as you fuck
However, if the two of you are having jealous, rough sex or passionate, intimate sex, Mammon prefers to remain more serious in the moment and focus on pleasuring the two of you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He does take care of his pubes but it isn’t like he’s completely shaved clean down there. Trims it occasionally so there isn’t a bush, and is overall pretty well groomed. He doesn’t really have much of an opinion on it, so if you want him to grow it out or shave it all off, he’ll do it
The carpet most definitely matches the drapes. Yup, white pubic hair
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
We all know that Mammon’s a touchstarved baby — years and years of taunts and insults from his brother really does damage, so it would only make sense that he would crave loving, intimate sex
Lots of sensual kissing, murmurs of i-love-yous, handholding, and praises thrown here and there. Passionate fucking and slow thrusts till the two of your both cum together
He’s a romantic boy deep down. If you were to ever surprise him with candles and roses and lingerie he’d break down in tears
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Mammon jerked off a lot more before the two of you got together. He feels extremely guilty for doing so. But he can’t help thinking about your pretty face when he’s stroking his cock. Almost always ends up pulling out his DDD to look at a picture of you while he’s masturbating
He doesn’t really masturbate that much anymore after getting together, with an exception of mutual masturbation, which he thoroughly enjoys. He finds it so hot to jerk off while watching you touch yourself right in front of him
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise. Be sure to tell him how well he’s fucking you, how good his cock feels, how much you love him.
Mammon also loves overstimulation — jerk him off while pegging him and he’ll become a sobbing mess. He’s also a fan of over stimulating you, and will aim to make you cum multiple times during foreplay
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The two of you have had sex in virtually every spot in his room. Across the pool table, in the car, on his bed, you name it. Mammon’s a bit more traditional, he loves doing it on the bed the most. No risks of banging his head on the car window or whacking your shin on the side of the pool table
Outside of his room, he’s also done it in numerous locations in the House of Lamentation. His personal favourite is the planetarium, since the two of you almost got caught by Satan while doing it in the library
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A simple touch on certain sensitive spots can easily turn Mammon into a flustered, blushing mess. Run your hand up his thighs or give his butt a firm grab and he’s already semi hard
Dirty talk can easily get him going. Whisper a few lewd sentences into his ear and he’s instantly turned on. He’s also easily motivated by sexts and nudes, and will reciprocate the favour by sending back a nude of his own
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Mammon is not into being degraded. He’s already experienced enough with his brothers’ constant insults so insulting him bed would be an instant turn off.
He’s also not a fan of anything that involves pain. He doesn’t want to see you hurting because of him, no matter if you ask him to
Mammon’s also not into the idea of threesomes. He doesn’t want to share his partner, plain and simple.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’s a huge fan of both. Loves to feel his cock in your mouth, with your tongue swirling around his tip, and always comes extra quickly when receiving a blowjob
Mammon loves how you taste and indulges himself in eating you out. He won’t hesitate to ask you to ride his face, and his tongue is skilful enough to make you cum a couple times during foreplay
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
It really depends on the situation. If he’s feeling particularly emotional or romantic that day, he prefers to do it slow and sensual with maximum intimacy between the two of you
On special occasions — such as your first time, your anniversary, your birthday — Mammon will usually opt to keep the pace slow and sensual
If he’s jealous or angry, he will not hesitate to be rough. Expect him to be thrusting into you at a rapid speed with occasional spanks here and there. He’ll also go rough if you ask him to
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Mammon’s not the biggest fan of quickies since he wants to be able to enjoy being intimate with you without a time constraint
However, if he’s particularly frustrated or horny, he won’t hesitate to pull you in a spare closet for a couple of minutes to have a quickie
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Mammon’s always up to experiment with different kinks, as long as they’re not outrageously weird. He’ll try almost anything once, especially if it’s something you’re into
He’s not one for risks, usually, with an exception of public sex. The idea of being caught excites him, so he’s more than willing to fuck you in a semi public area
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He’s a demon, so it’s obvious that his stamina exceeds those of humans. Mammon can go for a good five rounds, given that there are small breaks in between to let him get down from his high first
Since his stamina is considerably better than yours, he’ll usually let you decide how many rounds you’ll be having
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Mammon himself doesn’t own any toys. Poor boy is too embarrassed to walk into a sex shop himself, and doesn’t dare ordering them via Akuzon in case Levi accidentally finds them.
However, he’s more than open to experiment with sex toys with you. Mammon loves using a vibrator on you, and also loves when you use it on him. He’s also open to you using a strap-on on him. Once he gets over the initial embarrassment, he’ll be more than willing for you to peg him
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
If you’re having jealous sex or angry sex, Mammon does not hold back on the teasing. He’ll fuck you senseless till you’re approaching your climax, and then stop completely. Mammon will edge you multiple times until you’re on your knees begging for his cock
However, he’s usually weak to you and he’ll easily give in to you pleas for him to fuck you
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Mammon’s shy and ultimately always tries to hide his moans but it never turns out that way. He’ll try to bury his face in your neck to mask out his lewd sounds to no avail
Over time, he becomes extremely vocal during sex, unafraid of voicing out how good it feels to have his cock ramming through your sopping heat
He mostly lets out low, breathy moans and groans, but when you’re dimming him, he’ll release the prettiest, high-pitches whines you’ll ever hear
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Mammon once decided to use ‘Lucifer’ as his safeword. It obviously worked and instantly turned the both of you off, but it was difficult to even look at Lucifer in the eye in the passing week
He’s a huge fan of lingerie and will not hesitate to use his precious Goldie in order to buy you more expensive pieces. They turn him on to no end, especially black, lacy lingerie
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Mammon’s quite big, at 8.5 inches erect. His cock is nice and girthy, particularly thick around the middle. There’s a bulgy vein down the side that rubs your walls oh so perfectly every time he thrusts into you. All in all, he has the perfect dick
Mammon also has a bubble butt, and he loves it when you smack the globes of his ass. Instant turn on.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Mammon doesn’t like admitting it, but he has an extremely high libido. He’ll be more than willing to fuck you multiple times a day, and he cannot go three days without having sex with you
Sex with Mammon is pretty routinely and occurs several times a week, or even more if you’ve been purposely teasing him throughout the day
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He gets pretty sleeping after cumming, but he makes sure to never fall asleep before you. Mammon will make sure that he’s done aftercare properly before sliding into bed beside you and holding you close till he falls asleep
It brings him joy to be able to fall asleep with you in his arms after sex, and he loves the sheer intimacy of it all
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So pretty, all mine
Pairing: Frank x [enby, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 300 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a boring day after coming back home from a tour and (y/n) decides to ask Frank if they can peg him - Frank accepts, thinking it's nothing much, just to find out he's so wrong. Kind of content: Reader is very loving <3 / Dirty talk / Praising / Pegging / Subspace
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Being home after so long feels weird, even if it’s far from the first tour we have been on since the start of the band, feeling like in a bus when sitting down for too long or having this feeling something is missing by the time we were supposed to head back to the bus. Sometimes I remember the first times we would come back time from the Bullets and Revenge tours, all tired and like trash, but motivated to write new music.
We’re probably having a longer pause now, on the other hand, considering how long The Black Parade Tour was, just to rest and let things settle down for a bit until the oncoming tour with Linkin Park.
A sigh escapes my lips as I look around the kitchen, hands on my hips. I should do something. Maybe eat something. Fuck, no, I just ate something. Okay, I guess I should practice, then… but that’s not what the pause is supposed to be for. Distracting myself will do, I guess, so watching TV it is.
Sitting down on the couch and turning on the TV makes me feel useless at first, but again, it’s the result of being pulled away from the tour’s routine. Even if slowly, it’ll pass.
My attention averts away from the TV’s screen at hearing footsteps before Frank’s walking into the kitchen, only in a shirt and boxers, standing on his tiptoes as digging through the cabinets in search for something. His shirt falls a few inches below his hips, but rides up with him reaching the cabinets, exposing his ass. Nice ass.
He turns around with Oreos in hands, and raises an eyebrow at me. “Want one?” he asks through the Oreo hanging from his mouth.
“No, but come here.” I make a motion, adjusting my position on the couch – he shrugs, but does so anyway, taking the bag of cookies in hand, and he’s about to sit down by my side when I pull him to my lap instead. He pauses, slowly relaxing against me, eventually continuing to eat; he holds up an Oreo, a bitten one, eyes averting down. I smile. “No, thanks.” I press a kiss to his cheek, hugging him close.
A hum comes from Frank in response and he sighs softly, shifting lightly to make himself comfortable until his head is resting against my shoulder. “What are you watching?”
“I literally just sat down.” My hand slides down to his thigh, my thumb running across the skin and tracing the tattoo there. “Y’know,” I mutter in his ear, tightening my grip around him, “I think we could do something.”
“Something?” Frank asks, sounding halfly immersed in whatever is playing on the TV.
“Yeah.” I take a hold of his jaw, making him face me – he pouts, which makes me smile, brushing our noses together affectionately. “I was wondering if I could peg you. Can I?”
“Fuck, yeah,” he says after a moment, “let’s go.”
Now, that was easy. I raise an eyebrow at him, he just shrugs. Does he– Well, of course he does know what pegging means, he’s not that dumb, I just didn’t know he would react so careless to it. Not bad, so everything is fine.
“Good.” I peck his lips and trail down to his jaw, eventually reaching his neck when he tilts his head to the side, sighing pleased, just to let out a quiet gasp once my teeth sink into a spot a few inches under his ear. Great. “Go upstairs, then.” I slap his thigh softly, chuckling at the groan coming from him.
Frank stands up and heads to the kitchen to leave the rest of the Oreos on the counter before he can go upstairs, but not without looking back at me with a glare – seeing that I’m still smiling maybe gets him more annoyed, continuing his way with heavy and low steps. Okay, gives me more time to watch the back of his thighs.
I’m finally heading upstairs after turning the TV off and putting the Oreos back inside the cabinet, walking into the bedroom to find Frank kneeling down in the middle of the bed, looking at the nothing, hands over his thighs.
The way he accepted it so easily is still in my mind when my shirt meets the ground, but whatever, not like we can’t stop at any moment or anything.
The mattress sinks under my knees as I move towards Frank until settling down, hands cupping his face before our lips are pressed together in a sweet kiss that quickly gains a familiar urgency, with Frank’s hands wrapped around my wrists, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss, eventually pulling me over him. Our lips separate for only seconds among all the shifting, adjusting our positions until Frank’s on his back and I’m over him, a forearm on the mattress to hold myself up, a knee between his spread legs.
“Hm, (y/n),” he mutters against my lips, hands on the sides of my neck, trailing to my hair.
“‘M here, baby.” My lips run along his jaw, soon pressing soft kisses down his neck, peppered in between nibbles and sucking which have his breath quickening, shallow.
My hands drop to Frank’s waist, slipping under his shirt, rubbing circles into the skin. A shaky breath escapes his nose when I reach a spot near his collarbones and he’s tugging on my hair, unable to contain a sound when my thumbs poke under the waistband of his boxers.
Frank’s grasp almost doesn’t let me pull away, only doing so when he notices my intention of getting rid of his shirt, followed by his boxers, revealing his half hard cock, but he seems to have other priorities, pushing his hips up into the air in a useless seek for friction. A grin tugs on my lips at it and I can’t help but to take a grip of his hips, leaving a kiss down his happy trail.
Despite a groan of frustration coming from Frank, I still pull away to get rid of my own clothes, keeping an eye on him to swat his hand away just in time so he won’t touch himself.
“Fuck you!” Frank pouts.
“Behave!” I chuckle, slapping his thigh – he lets out what sounds like a moan at it, jumping.
I can’t really make out Frank’s words, incoherent grumbling; they immediately stop when I’m sitting between his legs with the lube in hand after reaching for it in the bedside table.
“You fine?” I put the tube away to spread the lube on my fingers.
“Of course!” He nods exigently, squirmish.
“Aw, you’re not being a good boy!” I furrow my eyebrows and need to suppress a smile at how quickly Frank’s cheeks turn red as he looks away, what seems like pure frustration being opposed by how hard he’s getting through time. “Just tell me if you need me to stop or something, okay?” I drop the teasing, pressing a kiss to his stomach, and can feel him physically relaxing.
“Right,” he breathes.
His hole flutters under my touch as I trace the ring of muscles, spreading the lube around it before finally pushing a finger in, slowly – he tenses up, clenching around me, but a sound is only slipping past his lips when there’s a second finger and, after a few pushes, finding his prostate is easy.
A breath hitches in Frank’s throat, making a muffled moan come from him once my fingers start pressing against his prostate, massaging the spot; his thighs quiver in poor attempts of moving his hips down against my fingers, coming to a brief stop with a third finger.
“Fuck,” he says, voice tight, but only nods when I look up to check if he’s fine.
My free hand runs up Frank’s torso, running along the skin and feeling it rise under my touch. He moans encouragingly as I start pressing kisses to his tummy, slowly going up his chest and he’s gasping when my thumb runs across his nipple experimentally, hands flying to hold onto my hair, compelling me to continue fondling it and the skin around.
“How does it feel?” I ask against his chest, mostly pressing kisses down to it. He moans in response, in a positive tone. “Use your words, hun.”
“G-Good,” he gasps, tugging at my hair softly.
“Oh, yeah? How good?” I grin, pressing down against his prostate and feeling him quiver as his hips jerk forward. “Are you my good boy, Frank? So small and pretty and cute? Look at how pathetic you are, baby. I didn’t even touch your cock, only fingered your pretty ass so far and you’re already in such a poor state.”
“I– Yeah, I am, fuck– You make me feel very good, oh my God,” he exclaims, voice unusually high. “You make me feel so good, (y/n), please don’t stop, I– Fuck.” He melts. Moans easily fill the room now, not so frequent but loud, constant, coming to an end with a weak complaint and buck of hips after I break contact completely, considering Frank was becoming dangerously tight and urgent.
“Hands and knees, hm?” I press a kiss to his thigh before breaking complete contact to reach for the box under the bed.
“Gimme a moment,” Frank sighs.
“‘M not rushing you,” I chuckle, rummaging through the box and eventually moving to slip on the strap-on and have the toy lubed up.
Something about all of this, making Frank get in such a state, having such a power, is just… amusing, in a way, and maybe I had been wasting my time and should've had this idea before. A squeal comes from him at the slap across the back of his thigh, intensifying the proud feeling in my chest as I kneel behind him, holding his hips up.
“So pretty and all mine, hm?” I mutter against the crook of his neck, my chest pressed to his back. The words are far from something I’d usually say, nonetheless, they snatch a quiet pleading sound from Frank and he doesn’t even answer properly when I ask if he’s ready. “Are you in subspace, love?” Now, what a pleasant surprise.
No answer comes from Frank and I don’t need one, after all – he doesn’t show any discomfort nor says the safe word –, so I carry on. His breath audibly hitches when I’m guiding the toy in, tensing up, so I give him his time, free arm wrapped around his torso and kisses softly pressed to his back among comforting words. When the toy finally sinks in until the base, he’s breathing heavily, head hanging low and hands clenched around the sheets.
“You’re doing so well, hun,” I hum and let my hands wander up and down his waist, soothing and trying to avert his attention away from whatever discomfort.
As a relieved sigh comes from Frank, I grip onto his hips, pulling back before pushing back in and Frank’s moans slowly start to cut through the thick atmosphere of the room with the continuous motions. The way the movements intensify eventually have the toy brushing against me, against my clit, just right to give me the friction I wasn’t even aware that I craved.
“Fuck,” Frank says with a moan, arching his back, quickly followed by a louder moan when I change the angle of the thrusts; his hips move to meet mine. There it is, then, good.
My fingers sink into Frank’s hips for more support, pulling him against me at the same time my hips jerk forward. Fucking whines come from Frank, one after the other, weak cries as his arms collapse under him and he squirms on the mattress and, fuck, how hot can he be?
“Ah,” he breathes, eyes pressed shut, “shit, that’s intense, fuck.”
Not what he thought? No wonder why he accepted so easily. I chuckle – or try to, breathlessly.
“You look so hot like this, baby,” I mutter, one of my hands falling to a space on the mattress next to him. “Didn’t know I could break you like this, huh? ‘Bet you wish I had come up with this before, don’t you? Look at you, you’re loving this!” I grin at how hopeless he becomes, knuckles white around the sheets, gasps escaping his mouths helplessly; I press a kiss to his shoulder. “‘Bet you can’t even think straight right now.” Because, fuck, I can’t. So hot. I might just come from that.
Frank’s lips are pressed together, twitching lightly, but no word ever comes from him. Instead, one of his hands slowly moves down and I slap it away the moment I notice what he wants to do.
“No, no, no!” I click my tongue, taking a hold of his wrist to pin it down to the mattress. “You can come without touching yourself, just like the good boy you are. Are you close, baby? You almost coming?” I press kisses to his shoulder, satisfied with the affirmative hum coming from him. “Gonna make you feel so good,” I mutter under my breath, moving faster, the thrusts heavy and harsher – sending pleasure ringing up my spine –, in a way it doesn’t take long until a loud moan escapes his lips and his thighs are quivering. I take a look at his face, taking in every detail, and I can feel the knot tightening in my lower stomach.
Frank’s eventually coming down from his high with weak sounds and labored breathing, legs twitching lightly with the aftershocks.
Quiet curses escape my lips under my breath while I pull away, watching him collapse to the mattress without much reaction, and get rid of the toy as fast as possible and fucking hell, I barely touch myself before I’m coming, moaning in relief with my fingers sliding against my clit. So pathetic and so good at the same time.
I lie down on the bed next to Frank, pulling into my arms to hug him lovingly, brushing the hair away from his face. He hums softly, eyes slowly opening to reveal the beautiful hazel irises as thin rings around dilated pupils for a moment. Frank says nothing, only burying his face in the crook of my neck.
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amor vincit omnia — akaashi keiji
↪︎ O2. I CHOOSE YOU
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a/n: i absolutely hated rewriting this chapter after it glitched out the first time 😔
since the beginning of your first year of university, you and the rest of your lovely friends had been eating in the library, specifically the large round table secluded and at the very corner for every meal without fail, and nobody really cared to stop you guys for two reasons. For one, no one really goes into that corner of the library that only collected dust, and two, you guys were there so often that you all befriended all the librarians to the point they stopped coming by to tell you guys to leave and eat in the canteen instead.
you were placed between daichi and kiyoko, counting the seconds by as they worked diligently in silence, munching on their lunch in the process. daichi tapped on the keys on his laptop rather quickly, the impact of each click being unnecessarily loud while kiyoko was cross-referencing documents and highlighting lines of never ending texts in a nice muted green color. tsukishima, on the other hand, was too preoccupied reading his book. eyes completely glued to the novel resting in his hands as he readjusted his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. sugawara was out and about somewhere in the sea of towering bookshelves to find a book to read, mentioning something along the lines of—and you quote, ‘something to quench his thirst for entertainment.’
it was honestly just his fancy way of saying that he was bored out of his goddamn mind. perhaps you were the same, eyes wandering your surroundings for something, just something to capture your attention for a few moments. it wasn’t at all difficult, actually, considering how pretty your university was.
higashi university had always been your dream college. not just by its blatant aestheticism, but the academia as well. with tanaka and nishinoya being your main friend group during your high school days, it feels rather refreshing being surrounded by other incredibly smart individuals than constant brain rot.
(no offense to tanaka and nishinoya, you loved them to pieces)
and as your mind began to wander, so did your gaze. from admiring the library’s interior to looking out the window, your lips slightly curved down into a frown.
it was only noon and the clouds were already darkening the sun’s piercing rays that usually shone through the large domed windows of the library. it was going to rain soon and for a couple hours as well.
it’s quite peculiar to think about now after you received that damned chain letter. earlier this morning, while shoving on your wool sweater and trousers, that even the weather app on your phone didn’t show any signs of inclement weather until an hour after you texted your group chat in an awkward panic.
you didn’t really pine yourself to be so superstitious. if anything, you were the complete opposite, and yet, here you were worrying over the sound of rumbling thunder in the distance.
tsukishima lifted his gaze from the words printed on his novel as he pushed his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose. he flickered a look at you, a smirk appearing on his visage the moment he noticed the way you stared at a single drop of rain on the window, flowing down rather slowly.
that stupid letter of yours was still in your hand as well. he watched you fiddle with the corners, careful not to mess with the mahogany red wax stamp that sealed the envelope.
“have you thought about which poor, unfortunate soul you’re going to give it to?” he asked, smirk still annoyingly evident. this was the third time he asked you this question in a span of three hours.
you flicked your eyes towards him coolly before it fell onto the letter in your hands. "ask that question again and i’ll be sure to send it your way, tsukishima.”
“i’d like to see you try, honestly.” he muses, “your best bet is probably slipping it into one of your professor’s inboxes. maybe professor oshiro, by chance?”
“please,” you snort, “she only gave me one failing grade that i eventually made up in the end.”
“just give it to a random stranger,” daichi cuts in, eyes still glued to his laptop as he typed his fingers away. dark circles dusting his eyes like a dark shadow. law school was certainly doing its works on the likes of poor, poor sawamura daichi.
he shrugs, evidentially fatigued when he meets your eye.
“that way your grades won’t have to potentially deal with the consequences if your professor finds out.”
you nod, humming in response. that would be terrible.
sugawara then emerges from the maze of bookshelves, holding up a book towards you with a smile on his face. “found one,” he beams, tossing it atop the messy table.
you reach for the book as sugawara pulls out his chair whilst he mutters something to his daichi about his whereabouts.
“wuthering heights?” you say the title aloud and capture kiyoko’s attention along with it.
“yeah. have you guys read it?” the silver-haired boy asks. he takes your opinions quite seriously knowing how much of an avid reader you and kiyoko were. whenever he needed book recommendations or opinions, he would always go to you two.
you nod, “i quite liked it.”
“some parts tend to be slow, though.” adds in kiyoko, taking the novel from your hands and flipping through the pages briefly before slipping back over towards sugawara. “it should keep you occupied for a few days.”
you chuckle slightly, giving her a look. “you forget how slow suga is at reading. the few days it takes us to finish a book is a good month for him.”
offense coated sugawara’s expression as he lets out a scoff in retaliation. “don’t you have a chain letter to give to someone?”
“she’s stalling,” tsukishima teases.
“am not!”
“then want to go give it to a random stranger then?”
your brows draw together, “right now?”
tsukishima nods as he stuffs his belongings back into his bag. “i’ll come with you for shits and giggles.”
a sigh escapes you, rolling your eyes as you take a look at the letter one last time and wanting to laugh at yourself for doing all this. a full chain letter from front to back, with the first quarter of it is you viciously apologizing that you had to do this in neat cursive handwriting, all written in fifteen minutes.
you gave in.
“fine,” you huff as you grab your own bag as well.
“good luck,” kiyoko muses up at you as you squeeze past her.
tsukishima waits for you until you’re by his side, strides shorter than usual just to match your pace as you two navigate through the labyrinthine arrays of bookshelves. the letter was in your hand, all small and discrete for a quick and easy delivery to an unsuspecting victim. your palm perspired slightly as you kept your eyes open, scanning for an easy person as you were aware of the possible repercussions.
you could easily get in trouble for doing something this childish, but you were in too deep already.
“hurry up and find someone, we’re almost at the entrance already.” tsukishima hisses in a harsh whisper.
“i’m working on it!” you hiss back.
“working on what?” a familiar voice asks then, capturing both you and tsukishima’s attention, whipping your heads towards the owner.
kuroo combed his freehand through his hair while he had two textbooks tucked under his other arm. he gave you a smile.
you never really got close with kuroo despite meeting him at nationals a few years back. despite only talking a few times due to him being good friends with tsukishima, you knew he was nice, incredibly smart in the sciences, and yet oddly awkward for someone as good looking as he.
not him, you thought to yourself, too nice.
“a little project,” the blond immediately answers just like that. “our majors tend to overlap sometimes, so we decided to partner up.”
“nice, i’m here with my friends to study as well.” kuroo states, causing your eyes to scan behind them for any evidence of their rambunctious selves.
like kuroo, you weren’t close with any of them either. if anything, they were just mere acquaintances on the precipice of becoming strangers. regardless, they all seemed quite nice too from your lack of interaction with them.
tsukishima says something in response then, igniting a short little catch-up conversation with an old high school friend as you lay distracted. your eyes flicked down to a study table in front of you, one of the chairs just a foot shy from you had a satchel hanging off of its side. the brown leather flap was wide open with its owner nowhere in sight as you gave your surroundings a once over.
carefully, you made your way over the table, pretending as if you were taking something out of your bag as kuroo was being distracted by the blond. neither of them were looking at you fortunately. as you placed your bag back over your shoulder, you slipped the letter right into the open satchel right at the same time–the envelope falling and disappearing into the depths of the bag.
“i’ve got to get to my next lecture,” you say to the two men, giving tsukishima a sly wink that it was a job well done. “i’ll see you guys around.”
checkmate.
fun facts! —
after kiyoko graduated and moved to tokyo, (y/n) and kiyoko kept in touch by sending each other cute handwritten letters
no one really is aware of that area in the back of the library since no one goes in that section often (this is uhh,, an important detail for later 😳)
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Do you have any hopes for the season finale? I saw in another ask, you described the dynamic between rick and morty this season as "very weak, distant, and downright frankly boring" and I completely agree with you! I hope that, because this is most we'll see rick and morty interacting this season, it'll have at least a few moments of what makes their dynamic so interesting to watch.
(Ok i started airing my grievances with this season, which ended up being... long, so skip this paragraph (starting at / / /) to get to my thoughts on the finale)
Oh gosh I remember that ask (I think-). And yeah, maybe I'm being a bit overly critical. I'll probably look back on this season with retrospect, and a kinder, fonder view. Ik androgynousblackbox (think thats right) made a great point about it being the season FOR rickorty shippers. And sure, I agree on some bits, like Rick acting all pissy and partying the way you would if your ex got with someone new in the planetina ep. Overall though, i think my problem lies in that I was enjoying more individual moments than episodes themselves, especially the middle three. For example- Amortycan Grickfitti. Like, I really liked the idea of the Ship getting on a crazy adventure with Summer and Morty (and Chutback). I like the idea of a Beth-Jerry-Rick adventure. But put together, it's just kinda... meh? You know? I liked the first half of the Thanksgiving special... but it kinda dragged on after that. I get that they want to give other characters (particularly female ones) more attention, which is completely understandable and i encourage it(!) but I can't help but find it underwhelming. Like, Summer in the voltron ep was like- girl how are you STILL vying for Rick's attention! He's the worst! Haven't we done this already? (I will say though I ADORE how far Beth has come, props to her for continuing to seeing through her dad's BS. I was worried the character would relapse into a more typical s1/s2 Beth, and I'm glad she didn't). Some of these plots, funnily enough, seem more fitting of the comics (they actually had a voltron parody already). Fun and entertaining for two or three-something issues, not so much a 22 minute episode. i think most of my complaints come from the dynamic between our titular characters- ok, I know I'm very biased (I mean you can see it), but I came to the show primarily for their relationship. It doesn't even feel drama-fueled, just that they kinda... can't be arsed. I'm torn because on the one hand, they're unhealthily codependent and this separation is probably a good thing, but on the other... it doesn't feel natural? I'm not sure if that's the right word- it's like, season 4 had them practically joint at the hip, but all that's suddenly flung out the window. It just kinda feels like this "i got better things to do" vibe from both of them and its strange. The only time they both got a solo adventure (I'm classifying "solo" as an adventure where they spent a significantly large portion of time together, without the other family members) was in the sperm ep and Thanksgiving ep. And, well, in the Thanksgiving ep Morty felt like a side character in his own show, and the sperm ep... um. Yeah. I don't think it's AS bad as people were saying, but I was cringing the whole time (the second hand embarrassment for Morty was so strong I had to turn off the episode multiple times and return to it. It's just like- godammit MORTY). And I think there's good reason those two seemed to be the most disliked episodes overall. They're the ones RaM spend the most time together and it's... meh. Meh? Meh. I don't mean to say the season overall is bad (it has loads of good points, and its amazing for Smith family as a whole) just that if we're talking specifically about the dynamic between these two? Yeah, I wouldn't recommend a single episode from this season so far to use as an example of their relationship.
/ / /
There's one thing this season has been pretty good at, though. And it's showing us what happens when Rick is alone.
And that brings me to the finale.
"Who is Rick without Morty?"
Well... we already know the answer to that. Pathetic. Sad. Lonely.
This season has been phenomenal in humbling Rick. (And trust me I'm happy for it- every time someone beats the crap outta this shitty old man I'm like YES!!! IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES!). Ep 1 had his "nemesis" clearly besting him, ep 2 had Beth making constant digs (love her) and overall pointing out his extreme callousness and cruelty towards even himself(ves). Ep 3- when Morty shows interest in a girl and ditches him (like seriously it's not like he's moving out, chill) he immediately goes on a bender and develops a deep attachment to the first person he can (wearing yellow, funnily enough). Ep 4, he devotes himself to becoming an "honest man" for his new child, only for it to instantly be taken away from him. Ep 5 highlights how RICK is the asshole for making fun of and taking advantage of someone well-meaning and honest, if "simple", and how literally not cool that is. Ep 6 has his crazy rivalry with the president, and they both get smacked down a couple pegs for that. Ep 7 shows what happens when he allows himself to get carried away, and that he can end up driving everyone else away in the process (lucky they still wanted to save his ass when he needed them). And episode 8? Hooooo boy. Episode. 8. We see a direct parallel in Birdperson with Morty, and the whole "Rick and [insert] 100 years!" Rick has few people he cares about, arguably only one or two that he truly devotes himself to, but when he does, boy does he go HARD. We see younger Rick, optimistic, energetic, friendly and hopeful. And we see all of that crushed in minutes. Rick is desperate for a companion, someone to see the stars with. He needs someone there, someone he can trust and rely on to stay. Someone like Morty. So without Morty, who is Rick?
No one.
And the thing is, Morty doesn't need Rick anymore. Not like Rick needs him. In season 1, Morty was this bright-eyed kid who was new to the cosmos and the multiverse, who needed his grandpa there with him as they explored all these places together. But that's not him anymore. That's not them.
The promo has Morty using the portal gun to go somewhere w/o Rick's permission (i like to think it's boob world lol). It doesn't matter to me as much where he's going, as much as he's doing it alone. He doesn't just not need Rick there, he doesn't want him.
(Also correct me if im wrong but I've missed that sweet portal gun so much. I think the last ep was like- the first time this season we saw it).
Morty's response to Rick? "Replace me!". And wow. Wow. WOW. Morty doesn't give a FUCK! I think Rick thinks that because he's so smart, that he can offer so much, that Morty will come crawling back, and I don't think he will.
Hopes for the finale! Hmm. I mean, I definitely hope "evil" Morty makes a reappearance, haha. I think we all do tbh ;). I want to see some Morty development too, this season has been very Rick-centric (not that there's anything wrong with that!) so I wanna see what's in store for Our Boy. I really hope we get to see the Citadel again, and see the state it's in, but I doubt it. We know something super big is in store, it's just a question of what? Other hopes I have is some Summer + Beth action (please let them team up Im BEGGING) and Jerry too ahaha. I'd love if some other side characters made an appearance as well. Oh- I'm definitely expecting a dramatic cliffhanger at the end of the first half leading to the second half, with the kind of angsty music that leads into the credits (pls that shit is so good (OH WAIT imagine if it was like, for the damaged coda, but like- the chopin version or smth so it could be more subtle maybe bruhhhh)). Ok haha, maybe that's asking too much, the writers made it clear in the story train ep that they weren't gonna do that big dramatic showdown (... unless 👀). Oh, I'd also love some Premium Angst too, like someone getting kidnapped/nearly dying (like ACTUALLY nearly dying). These stakes better be so damn high I could spear a man on them! OH, also I remember androgynousblackbox (is that right? I hope it is) mentioned something along the lines that they could be driving Rick and Morty apart this season in order to have them come back together stronger than ever in an explosive finale, which, I'm strongly hoping for myself.
Thanks if you made it this far! If you have any thoughts on or hopes of your own for the finale please feel free to share! :D
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NCT Headcanons
memebers included: Doyoung, Haechan, Taeyong
Kim Doyoung:
SFW
i feel like doyoung is the type of bf to be extremely clingy to his s/o.
like if you hurt yourself he’s right there by your side.
if you have any type of cramps he’s right there by your side with candy and a heating pad to lessen the pain.
loves and i mean LOVES cuddling you.
would give anything to always be next to you.
100% gets sad when you two can’t be together because your schedules clash with each other.
does anything possible to stay home with you just so you two can cuddle.
please don’t ever break baby’s heart
most definitely gets jealous when he sees you with other people ESPECIALLY the other members.
NSFW
i feel like doyoung is a switch leaning more towards sub because of how soft he is.
baby literally just wants to be taken care of.
tell him he’s pretty and that he’s doing good.
i feel like if doyoung was to dom he would really possessive.
like i said earlier he gets jealous when you’re around other members but if you tease him while being around them he will definitely remind you who you belong to when you get home.
most definitely has a breeding kink.
wants to see you full with his cum and will fuck it into you for hours until your shaking and begging for him to stop.
says things like, “can’t wait to fill you up with my kids.” or “wanna make you a mommy.” or even, “you’re gonna look so pretty while pregnant with my kids.”
in conclusion no one is really ready for dom doyoung.
Lee Haechan:
SFW
like doyoung i think he’s also very clingy.
wants to be around you 24/7.
there is never a dull moment with him let’s get that straight.
loves to tease your height if you’re shorter than him.
if you’re taller than him then he gets pouty when it’s brought up.
gets insecure when you are around mark for too long.
acts all tough on the outside but we all know that he would do anything for you if you ask.
before you two got together if you made eye contact with him he would instantly blush.
still blushes when you show PDA, especially around the other members.
NSFW
switch who doesn’t really care about topping or bottoming.
literally just wants to feel good and doesn’t care about how it happens.
if he’s been bratty tie him up with a vibrator until he’s begging for mercy.
loves to be spanked 100%.
loves to spank his s/o as well.
once again tell him he’s doing good.
i feel like he’s a very cocky sub so if you tell him he looks pretty he will respond with something sassy like, “i always look good.”
gag him cause he’s such a brat.
i also think he’s a service top🦭
nothing can change my mind about that.
would give anything to make you feel good(if he’s in the right headspace)
if he’s being the dom he only hold out for a little while
100% gets lazy in the middle and makes you take over
loves you eat you out
would do it all day if he could.
don’t want this to be too long so maybe i’ll write a whole fanfic about it.
Lee Taeyong:
SFW
CLINGY TO THE MAX
now that that is out of the way, i feel like taeyong wants you all to himself
doesn’t like it when you get too close to other people including members.
i feel like he needs constant reassurance about if you love him, which of course you do.
gets insecure when he sees you around other members more than him.
if you were to surprise him for his birthday but you needed help from the other members he would lowkey get sad and pouty because you’re not paying attention to him he gets really sad.
once he realizes your intentions though he feels dumb.
spend time with your baby or else he gives you the silent treatment
it doesn’t last long though
NSFW
SUB! SUB! SUB! SUB! SUB!
SERVICE TOP
i could go on for days about taeyong
his one goal is to make you feel good.
but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of him.
yongie does so much for NCT and sometimes all he needs is to be taken care of.
be slow with him because he’s so inexperienced.
praise him until you can’t
the least bratty but if he does, its only cause you got too close to doyoung.
wants you all to himself
loves to cum inside you.
100% has a breeding kink.
i feel like yongie also loves cockwarming no doubt.
will talk about having kids while fucking you
i also feel like he is very much into pegging.
fuck him until he’s crying he absolutely loves it.
looks so pretty when he looks ruined.
100% has a mommy kink.
after a long day all baby yongie wants is to just be taken care of and fucked dumb by his mommy.
i could go on forever about this but i’ll stop here
in conclusion, taeyong best boy :)
this is just my take on the type of bf these three are :)
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jack pot ; part 1 - hwang hyunjin
⇢ prompt You know it’s bad when you’re high as a kite and he’s still on your mind. ⇢ pairing hwang hyunjin x female reader, seo changbin x female reader for like 2 minutes ⇢ word count 7.5k ⇢ genre fluff, angst (not heavy, just in a slow burn kind of way), slight smut ⇢ warnings drug use!!! & lots of it (marijuana), grinding, implied smut ⇢ summary College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them.—college!au ; stoner!au ; friends to lovers!au ⇢ a/n yo!!! disclaimer: this initially was going to just be a long one shot but i decided to split it up into 3 parts, so just to let u all know part 1 & 2 does not have a ton of hyunjin interaction, they’re more character/plot building. part 3 is when things will get spicy ♥︎ i hope u enjoy! if u rb make sure to let me know what u thought in the tags mwah also i finally switched from ___ to yn are u guys proud of me :)
prelude.
Sometimes you really, truly, honestly think you could go right ahead and kill Han Jisung.
You say it all the time. Sometimes it’s a simple, “I will literally kill you,” or when you are feeling extra spicy, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.” He, of course, laughs it off like you aren’t vibrating with the urge to kick his kneecaps in. You seriously have lost count of all the times he has brought you to the brink of insanity.
And honestly, you have watched enough murder documentaries on Netflix that you probably could do it, but, you know, spending the rest of your life in prison does not sound that appealing. Plus, there’s the ever-troubling detail that Han Jisung is the closest thing you have to a best friend. So, it sort of goes against your basic human morals to backstab—literally—the most important human in your life.
But he really makes you crazy. Why you agreed to share an apartment with him in the first place is a mystery, but the fact that you leased it again for junior year is what really makes you lose sleep at night. Because, while he may be your best friend, Jisung is the epitome of a little shit. If such a compound word was in the dictionary, it simply would say ‘Han Jisung.’ Somehow, though, it makes you love him even more. Maybe it’s true that ‘opposites attract,’ or, perhaps, maybe it’s because no matter how much embarrassment and general self-loathing he may have caused you in the past, it has benefitted you in the end.
For example, his constant teasing about your lack of friends eventually led to you befriending a group of girls you always admired from afar. His snarky comments concerning your nonexistent social life finally got to you and now you can proudly wear the title of one of the best beer pong players in your class. His presence in general has taught you to stand up for yourself and what you believe in, whether it’s against him, your parents, a toxic friend, hell, even a professor. Proving people wrong, especially Jisung, is your favorite pastime.
Sometimes, though, it’s not that easy.
There’s one area in your life where you have accepted defeat. One area in your life where Jisung has his most fun. One area, or, perhaps one person, where you simply cannot step beyond your comfort zone.
Hwang Hyunjin is your Achilles tendon and Jisung is the arrow. There are times, along with all the times you’ve considered strangling Jisung in his sleep, where you have sat and actually prayed to the gods to send someone else. Someone not nearly as perfect as Hyunjin and someone not nearly as unattainable. Alas, these prayers, hook-ups, Tinder dates, anything to get him off your mind has proved futile; because here you are three years later, stuck with this stupid, absolutely infuriating crush on the only boy who has ever owned your heart because you outright gave it to him.
one.
You are beginning to think the two bubbly junior girls who led the campus tour you attended last year lied about the dining hall.
Correction: they one hundred percent lied.
Because even though the newly renovated food court looks nice—unscratched linoleum floors, shiny marble countertops and all sorts of seating to choose from—there must be something fishy going on with the cooks. Literally. Just last week, an upperclassman had a breakdown when she forked into her tuna (why anyone would want college seafood is another story) to find a worm right there in the middle of it. You have found little shards of glass in the yogurt and bugs even at You-Cook, but that’s all a part of the college experience, right?
“Are you sure there’s no spiders or anything? Did you check?” Beside you, Maddie watches with furrowed brows as you spoon a hefty serving of scrambled eggs onto your plate. Chuckling, you move down to grab a few sausages and a chocolate chip muffin before they are gone for the rest of the day; Lord knows, you are only a month in and carbohydrates have quickly become your emotional support, just like everyone else. “Yes, I checked,” you assure her, hiding a laugh with your hand as she leans over to further scrutinize the eggs, “I didn’t see any arachnids.”
“Good,” she hums, satisfied with your answer, “can you grab a banana muffin for me? They’re usually at the bottom.”
Nodding, you turn back to the blessed muffin basket, pushing away blueberry, corn, double chocolate, all because Maddie has to be different and go for the macadamia nut banana.
“Are those the dinosaur socks they were selling on move-in day?” In front of you, someone asks, and your first instinct is to look down at your feet just to confirm. 8:30 calculus simply turns your brain to mush and remembering how you dressed for the day is near impossible. “Yes!” Laughing, you lift your leg to get a closer look at the cute green t-rexes on skates. “I was sold once I heard they were a dollar.”
Tearing your gaze away from said socks, you look up and suddenly feel as if you have bumped into an angel. Maybe there were spiders in the eggs, deadly poisonous spiders that crawled up the spoon while you weren’t paying attention and bit your hand and now you are dead and this is the angel leading you to the heavens. That, or this simply is the most beautiful human you have ever seen up close and your brain does not know how to process it. Well, maybe that’s a little extreme, but you definitely have never been so starstruck in your life.
The boy in front of you says something but you don’t hear it, senses and thoughts momentarily Off™ as you gawk at him. Aside from the deep undereye bags you all have claimed the past few weeks, this stranger is as close to perfect as you can get. Sure, Seungmin and his roommates are pretty cute—but what the fuck?
Something tells you that you have been silently staring at him, wide-eyed and mouth hanging open for far too long when his brows raise in a mix of confusion and expectation. Shit. What did he say? Synapses suddenly shooting like fireworks in your brain, you desperately try to remember his reply but instead, all you had focused on was the plumpness of his lips as he spoke and not the words themselves.
Clearing your throat, you blink once, twice, hoping you were hallucinating the whole time and the boy in front of you is not Hercules incarnate.
Lucky for you or him, you can’t tell, but he is still as attractive as he was two seconds ago. “Sorry, what?” You blurt, loud, too loud, flinching at the sound of your own voice. Instead of recognizing that you are totally off your rocker, he smiles, a soft, toothy smile that has your muscles turning to goo.
“I said I bought them, too,” cutest-boy-in-the-universe repeats, looking down and you follow his gaze, “my roommates were making fun of me, so I’m glad I finally found someone who bought them.” Alas, as he tugs at the fabric of his jeans to slightly lift the cuff you see that he, too, wears the same socks. You think you’re in love.
“Well, your roommates clearly have no taste,” you deadpan, shakily meeting his eyes once he looks back up. He laughs softly, eyes scrunching at the action and you positively swoon until silence settles over you and he takes the opportunity to regard you, gaze sweeping down your frame and up again. You hold your breath because, 1) holy shit, you would get on your knees for him right now and 2) you suddenly wish you were wearing more than the ‘just-woke-up-to-get-pegged-by-calc’ fit.
“I’m Hyunjin,” he finally says and you release all the air trapped in your lungs. “YN,” you return, grasping his outreached hand and thanking the heavens it is as sweaty as yours. “Well, it was nice to meet you, YN,” Hyunjin proceeds, releasing your hand and offering a gentle smile.
“You too, Mr. Sock Man,” you grin, rocking on your heels and realizing with a pang of disappointment that your breakfast has probably gone cold. Well, that’s okay, because right now you are totally content standing here in the middle of the dining hall, silently staring at this Hyunjin with a stupid smile plastered on your face. And the best part? He apparently is just fine doing that, too.
“YN!” Somewhere behind you, Maddie calls your name and it thrusts you head-first back into reality. “Did you find a banana muffin? I can’t find— oh. Who’s this?” Appearing beside you, visibly shocked having found you in a staring contest with a very tall, very cute boy. “Oh, uh,” you huff out a laugh, scrambling to get yourself together, “Hyunjin, this is Maddie, my roommate. Maddie, this is Hyunjin. We have the same socks.”
Brows shooting up at the puzzling introduction, Maddie bites back a laugh and looks back and forth between you and Hyunjin. “Well, you don’t hear that every day,” smiling to hide her confusion, she offers him a small wave with her hand full of muffin packs, “nice to meet you.”
Hyunjin smiles in return, gaze quickly returning to you. “I’ll be off, then. Gotta get the waffles while they’re still warm. I’ll see you around.”
And before you know it, he’s off toward the other end of the breakfast counter.
“Um, what the fuck?” Maddie whispers excitedly as you make your way toward your usual table, elbow repeatedly jabbing into your side. “I have no idea what just happened. I think I’m dreaming,” you sigh blissfully, relieved to find that Jisung and Seungmin were able to claim your favorite booth. “No, definitely not dreaming. He’s totally into you. You have to hang out.”
“What?” You sputter, nearly tripping over your own two feet. Then, lowering your voice as you near the two boys, “I – no, he isn’t. How can you tell? That was like, the cutest guy I’ve ever talked to, and you think he’s into me?”
“Who’s the cutest guy ever?” Jisung pipes up, eyes lighting up and you curse him and his fucking bat hearing.
“No one,” you grumble, smiling softly at Seungmin when he gets up so you don’t have to sit on the end, leaving Maddie to sit next to the other one. “Is it me?” Jisung grins with a flutter of his eyelashes. He’s convinced the only reason you dislike him is because you’ve actually fallen in love with him, but that’s far from the truth. You don’t even dislike him—he’s just one of the first guys you’ve met who meets your sarcasm with as much ferocity, and that is a hard pill to swallow.
“In your dreams, Han,” you sneer, gracing him with a dramatic eye roll before tearing open the bag of your muffin. Comfortable conversation quickly falls into place as you eat, complaints about your classes, Seungmin trying to convince you to join them at the first party they will be attending while Jisung mocks you for wanting to stay home, Maddie asking where Felix is and Seungmin explaining that he got so high last night he ended up staying up past four playing Overwatch and is currently sleeping past all his classes.
Then, in the midst of guzzling your apple juice, Jisung leans out of his seat to call down the aisle. “Hwang! Come pull a chair over!”
Curiosity peaked, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and crane your neck to see over Seungmin’s fat head for who this ‘Hwang’ could be until, like the universe is really trying to kill you, the Hyunjin you met not even ten minutes ago has reached your table. “Hey,” he grins brightly, dabbing up the two boys before he glances to you, mouth promptly falling open. Certain you mirror the same expression, you struggle to find your words as Jisung and Seungmin look between you in shared confusion. “First we share socks, now it’s these dumpheads?”
Ignoring the way they scowl, Hyunjin giggles shamelessly and grabs a chair from an adjacent table to sit at the head of your booth. “It would seem that way.”
“Woah, woah, woah. Slow down. You guys know each other?” Jisung scoffs in disbelief, pointedly looking at you as if you’ve gone and disproved everything he pegged of you. “We just met,” Hyunjin replies with a shy smile, sparing you a quick glance before cutting into his waffle. Jisung looks to you and you offer an affirmative nod.
“And how are you guys friends?” Maddie asks, sensing your panic. “He’s Changbin and Minho’s roommate,” Seungmin answers.
You choke on a mouthful of juice.
“Christ, you good?” Seungmin snickers, offering a few slaps to your back. With a muffled yes, you look to Hyunjin with pleading eyes. “Please don’t tell them I said they have no taste.”
He laughs, arching a brow at you. “No way. They’ll get a kick out of that.”
“Oh, Christ,” faking a cry, you bury your face into your palms, “so much for making friends.”
“It’s okay, YN,” Jisung soothes with faux sympathy, “no one wants to be your friend anyway.”
Scoffing, the table quickly falls silent when you look up with rage in your eyes. “I bet when someone asks your parents about you, they change the subject,” you spit, shooting daggers at him before stabbing your fork into an innocent chunk of egg. To your utmost surprise but total delight, the other three burst into a fit of laughter, leaving you smirking smugly and Jisung sulking.
“Anyway,” Maddie promptly changes the subject back to her chemistry professor who has started every class playing Britney Spears. Tucked away in your corner finishing the last of your sausage and stifling the urge to get up for more, it isn’t until Hyunjin begins to speak do you realize that you have been quietly watching him the entire time. You would blame the soft morning sunshine shining through the windows and illuminating the right side of his face for making him look so ethereal, but you know that isn’t the case; from short, messy black hair, silver hoop earrings, thick, defined brows, the soft curves of his nose and the pouty fullness of his lips, you are totally, completely mesmerized.
And then, the sole of a sneaker is slammed right into your shin. “OW!” You yelp, loud, and for a moment you forget the pain in favor of the embarrassment that comes with the number of heads that turn to look at you. “Sorry. Bit my tongue,” you lie, earning an unconvinced look from Maddie. “Go on,” you nod toward Hyunjin to continue whatever he was saying before directing a furious glare to Jisung, who fails to hide his triumphant smirk as he enthusiastically types on his phone.
Just as you have bent down to rub at your throbbing leg, your phone vibrates twice against the table.
han jisung [now] stop staring, ur lucky hwang is as dense as a rock or he would have left a long time ago bc of you
han jisung [now] so THAT’S the ‘cutest guy ever’ huh? so ur straight after all
Squeezing your hands into fists, you prepare to fire back a reply that will have him crying. But he has different plans.
“Oh, Hyunjin, did YN tell you she’s a dancer, too?” He exaggerates your previous mention of dancing and has the audacity to wink at you. Thanks, Mr. Match Maker.
“Really?” Hyunjin gasps excitedly, eyes lighting up and totally missing the flabbergasted what? that sputters from your lips.
“I – well, no,” you hiss, scowling at Jisung, “I used to do ballet when I was younger but that’s it. Why, though? Do you dance?”
“He’s here on a scholarship,” Seungmin explains, “and minors in creative writing.”
“Oh,” you squeak, glancing to Hyunjin who is all but smiling like a cherub, completely oblivious, “that’s amazing. You must have a crazy schedule.” Chewing the last of his waffle, he hums in agreement. “Yeah, it gets really stressful at times. But it’s worth it,” Hyunjin chuckles. Then fucking winks.
Unable to hold his gaze, you whip your head back around in a panic and reach for the mere sip left of your juice. “Speaking of crazy schedules,” he hums, slapping both Jisung and Seungmin on the shoulders, “I must head out. This was fun. I may start crashing the party more now.” Rising from his seat, Hyunjin swings his bag over a shoulder and grins brightly. Realizing it would be rude to not say goodbye, you force yourself to look back to him and offer a feeble wave.
“And YN, don’t bite your tongue when you eat, yeah?”
You’re going to pass out.
two.
Felix likes to think of you as his corrupted child when it comes to smoking weed.
A few weeks before you would all be returning home for winter break, he came knocking on your door with a proposition. “No one wants to smoke with me. Do you want to?”
This, for sure, was not what you were expecting on a cold Tuesday night in December. Despite the general curiosity and always wanting to ‘try it’ simply to feel like a teenager breaking the rules, you told him you never smoked before. “I know,” he said with a smile, “that’s why I’m asking.”
So, you agreed. Reaching for your hand, Felix snuck you out the window and led you halfway across campus to the junior parking lot, giving you ample opportunities to back out when he felt how badly you were shaking. “Whose car is this?” You laughed in disbelief when he unlocked a beaten-up Nissan near the outskirts of the lot.
“Kim Woojin. The junior?” He replied once you settled in the passenger seat next to him. “Oh.” You blinked, confused. “He lets you smoke in his car?”
“He gets me weed, too,” Felix giggled, reaching into the pockets of his sweatshirt and coming out with two tightly wrapped blunts, each about two inches long, “I’ll turn the heat on a little so we don’t freeze but we have to keep the windows open. I’m not going to have you hotbox for your first time.” You had no idea what that meant, but you agreed nonetheless.
With a brief lesson on what to do that truly made no sense until you tried it for yourself, Felix lit the blunt, took a few small hits to get it started, and then passed it to you. Holding it gingerly between your thumb and index finger, you brought the unlit end to your lips and sucked as he instructed ‘like a straw,’ breathing it into your lungs and ignoring the faint taste of smoke. Unsure of when to stop, it wasn’t until your throat felt as if it was on fire did you realize just how much you had inhaled.
“Shit,” you wheezed, coughing and choking and watching with wide eyes at the amount of cloudy white smoke that left your mouth and nostrils. Passing it back to Felix, you scrambled for the cold water bottle he brought along, downing half of it in one go to soothe the burn. “Good?” He asked, blowing out the window and turning back to you with eyes full of concern.
“Yeah,” you huffed, “give me a few, though.”
Humming in agreement, Felix connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth and began playing what he calls his ‘getting high playlist,’ and before long, you fell in love with the feeling.
When break was over, you were dying to try it again. Felix was more than happy to be of service.
For all of March, it turned into a daily thing.
Now, you try to smoke only once a week for the sake of not dying, or something.
australian felix kjellberg❤️ [now] come hang at 201?
When the text notification pops up in the corner of your laptop screen amid your YouTube binge, your bones jitter with a mix of dread and excitement.
Dread, because that’s Hyunjin’s room. Excitement, because that’s Hyunjin’s room.
Maddie must hear your sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asks from her cozied position in bed, hand deep in a bag of popcorn.
“It’s Felix,” you start, “but he said to go to Hyunjin’s room.”
She blinks, unfazed. “And? I don’t see the problem here.”
“Well, I don’t know,” you count on your fingers, “first, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin sober. Second, I don’t know how to act around Hyunjin high. Third, I am very touchy when high. Fourth, Hyunjin is always touchy.”
Maddie scoffs. “That’s a pretty lame argument, YN,” she laughs, “isn’t that what you want to happen?”
“Well,” she’s got a point, “yes, but it still makes me nervous. He makes me nervous.” Closing your laptop, you shimmy out of bed and debate changing out of your cotton shorts and tee shirt. Nah. You’ll probably end up going back to Felix’s and sleeping there. You put a sports bra and deodorant on and call it a day.
Maddie finds this hilarious. “You know what should make you nervous? The fact that you’re usually the only girl getting high with, what? Six guys? You know they all want to fuck you.”
“I try not to think about that, actually,” cringing, you try to erase Felix’s voice when he’s high as a kite or Changbin’s arms from your mind, “and you don’t know that. Sometimes Ryujin and Lia are there. Or, you know, you could always come. You don’t have to smoke, just come hang out. I know you want to give Minho a fat smooch.”
Her nose wrinkles in disgust. “I love you, and I appreciate the invite, but I don’t feel like babysitting a bunch of stoners, even if Minho is there.”
Laughing, all you can offer her is a shrug. “I don’t blame you,” grabbing your phone, wallet, and charger, you make your way over to her and bend over to press a goodnight kiss to her forehead, “if you need me, don’t. I’ll probably be dead.”
“Oh Lord,” Maddie cackles, watching you struggle to open the window, “don’t die. I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“I’ll try,” you grin, military saluting once you’ve managed to flop over the ledge. With one last wave, you close the window behind you and thank admissions for giving you a room on the first floor.
[9:34 PM] YN: omw now, gather your forces to help me in :)
Nights in 201 are always interesting. First, their room is on the second floor, so climbing through the window is an experience. Things would be a hell of a lot easier if you could just walk in and out of residence halls as you please, but with the officer at the front desk documenting who comes in and who goes out, there would be a knock at the door at midnight asking you to leave. Second: as Maddie said, 201 means the whole squad is showing up. And when the whole squad shows up, you’re bound to feel a mix of anxiety and desire deep within your bones no matter how hard set you are on Mr. Hwang. And third: you know you’re in for one fucked up night.
[9:42 PM] YN: hereee
Standing awkwardly behind their building, you try and calm the nerves that always come when you know you will be with Hyunjin. Considering how close the two of you have become over the past few months, one would think you would have gotten a grip on those pesky feelings.
Yet again, it’s kind of hard to do that when he looks and acts like that all the time.
When the window slides open, you are expecting Changbin to hang halfway out for you to grab on to with the rest of them holding onto his legs. Instead, a tall, metal ladder of sorts is pushed out until it lands with a thud! at your feet, granting you a perfect staircase into the room.
Well, you certainly don’t see that every day.
Blinking in confusion, you do not know whether to focus on the crowd of boys waving at you from above or this abomination of a stepstool that was practically thrown out a window for you. Accepting the chain of events as just another fever dream of an experience in 201, you shake your head and begin to ascend on shaky legs, graciously taking Jisung’s hand and clinging to both him and Seungmin as they help you into the room. “Thanks,” you huff, giving them both a hug in return to their chivalry. And they dare say it’s dead!
Behind you, Changbin and Hyunjin lift the ladder-stepstool mutation back into the room and it isn’t until they have folded it into a more compact piece and set it against the wall do you speak up.
“Did you… buy a ladder?”
“Yes!” Minho bellows, thrilled by your successful entrance. “Isn’t it great?” After pulling back from a hug, he keeps his hands on your shoulders just to shake you like a bobble-head.
“Yes,” you grunt once he’s released you, head swimming, “a lot easier than hauling both me and Changbin through the window, right?” Looking to said boy, you can’t help but melt into his side when he pulls you close. “No worries,” Changbin beams, rubbing your arm, “at least we have some funny memories now.” When he moves to flop onto his bed, you realize with a shudder that you are alone with Hyunjin.
Well, technically not alone since they are all right there, but alone in the sense that they are not paying attention to you nor him.
“Hey, YN. I missed you,” he singsongs, engulfing you in one of his monster bear hugs. Disregarding the heart palpitations they may cause, Hyunjin’s hugs are truly the best and you wish you would initiate them more if it didn’t seem like such a big deal in that smooth brain of yours. “I missed you, too,” you mutter into his chest, squeezing your arms around him as if to engrave this feeling into your mind forever. “We saw each other, like, five hours ago,” he reminds you, finally pulling back and taking your will to live with him. God, he has no idea.
“And? You’re the only one here who doesn’t make me suicidal,” you lie because, in reality, he actually does. Just in a different way. “Aw,” he coos, large hand squeezing your side and you think you could orgasm on command, “good thing we have tonight, then, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you squeak, finally remembering to breathe when he steps away to sit beside Seungmin on his bed. Suddenly, you are feeling incredibly grateful no one is next to Changbin because, well, 1) he is closer to Felix and 2), you need a distraction.
“Hello, Felix,” you greet the boy sunk deep in a bean bag chair, busy grinding leaves and packing them into the bowl of a bong. “How are you this fine evening, YN?” He asks once you have settled beside Changbin, brows knitting together when the older boy drapes his arm around your waist.
“Good. Tired, though. How ‘bout you?”
“You didn’t have to come if you’re tired! We all know you work your ass off, no one’s gonna judge if you chose to stay home and sleep,” Felix expresses, giving you a look that screams ‘mom.’
“No! I’m not that tired,” you assure him, reaching for his hand and squeezing for extra effect, “you know I wouldn’t miss this. You’ve made me a pothead.”
With a proud smile, he returns to his designated job and begins working on the second, smaller bong. “So,” stretching to set your things on the desk beside Changbin’s bed, you turn to him with a knowing smile, “how’s the album coming?”
“Great!” He beams, eyes lighting up at the topic. “Jisung is a great addition. Did I tell you we started meeting with someone else, too?”
“No, who?”
“He’s a sophomore, Bang Chan?” Somewhere behind you, Felix passes a bong to Jisung for the first hit. “Bang Chan? Holy shit, Binnie,” repeatedly punching his arm to express your excitement, “that’s amazing! I didn’t know he was into music production. Not that I’ve ever talked to him, but.”
“No, I get you,” he hums, giving your side a firm squeeze, “he’s really awesome making beats. I hope we’re successful.” Then, reaching past you, he takes the second bong and a lighter from Felix. When he resituates himself, he’s considerably closer than before. You don’t mind.
“Ladies first?” Changbin offers with a crooked grin, handing them to you. Then, on second thought, he holds onto the lighter to do the honors. “Sure. Thanks,” you laugh, glancing across the room to find everyone arguing over which color to set the lights to as they wait for their high. Bringing the tube to your lips, you offer a miniscule nod to him and then he is setting flame to the bowl. Sucking strong enough to generate bubbles, you unplug the bowl once he stops and breathe in as much as your lungs can handle in one go. Then, once you have exhaled, you quickly finish what’s left in the tube before passing it to Changbin with a pleased smile.
“That was a lot,” he points out once you have handed the bong back to him. “Hey, you’re the one who kept lighting it for thirty seconds. Mother would be proud,” you joke, reciprocating the same service and lighting the bowl until he glares at you beneath his bangs.
The best part about being high is the fact that you are constantly laughing. Things won’t even be that funny, but once someone starts laughing—you’re done for. You laugh so hard it hurts, and then once it’s all over, you realize it wasn’t funny at all. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like a squirrel?” Minho asks Jisung at some point. You absolutely loose it. It quite possibly is the funniest thing you have ever heard.
Pouting, Squirrel Boy leaves Minho alone on his bed to come crash beside you. “How are you, my tender oozing blossom?”
Squinting at him past the way your eyes burn, you make grabby hands and pull him close to wrap your arms around his teeny waist. Changbin grumbles in protest, but he’s too transfixed on the light’s soft in and out fade of different colors to say anything else. “Please, don’t ever call me that again,” you mumble into Jisung’s mop of brown hair.
“What?” He gasps, tilting to look up at you with puppy eyes. “You didn’t like it?”
“Nope,” smiling lazily, you rest your head atop his, “I love you, but I’m not ready for pet names yet.” His face morphs from a frown to one lit with excitement. “Holy shit, did you just say you love me? Do my eyes deceive me?”
“That would be your ‘ears,’ but yes,” you hum, brain simply not capable of denying it the way your sober self would. “More than Changbin?” Jisung whispers.
“Yes, but don’t tell him,” you return quietly, biting back a laugh.
“More than Hyunjin?” He counters. At this, you look up to find said boy sat with his legs to his chest across the room. Next to Seungmin, he looks like a giant; but a happy, pouty giant that keeps talking about how much he could go for a winter melon tea right now.
“Never.”
One and a half (half because it was just the rest of Minho’s terribly big hit that left tears streaming down his cheeks) and an unfinished game of Cards Against Humanity later, you find yourself in a blissful headspace. The song playing quietly through Felix’s speaker makes it feel like you are bouncing down stairs and then going up again, and the lights are oh so pretty, pink fading to red, yellow to green, blue to purple and so on. Things are fuzzy but crystal clear at the same time, the popcorn you’ve been shoveling into your mouth tastes heavenly, and your body feels like it is engulfed in a warm, comforting hug.
Or, that could just be Changbin.
Somewhere in between trying to get more comfortable and him yanking you to stay next to him when you attempted to get up and hug Seungmin for something sweet he said, you now find yourself on your back with a clinging Changbin on your side. You are so comfortable, but also insanely hot, and as you begin to slowly come down from your high as the hours tick by, you begin to realize it’s for another reason.
What started as an innocent hand on your side turned into his thumb rubbing meaningless patterns against your shirt, which then turned into his hand slipping beneath to splay against the warmth of your skin. Growing increasingly needy as the minutes go by, you turn to look at everyone around you. Jisung, who found himself returning to Minho, appears to be passed out with him on the far end of the room. Seungmin, curled up on the floor with a pillow and a heap of blankets. Felix, who finished off the rest of his weed, scrolls aimlessly on his phone still at the peak of his high.
And Hyunjin, who you assume has been fast asleep on his bed for a while now if the arm flung over his face tells you anything. For a moment, you feel sick with sadness. So close, but so far he lies, always a step out of reach. But you can’t deny how Changbin makes you feel—for right now, at least. And it would be a shame to miss out on an opportunity with someone else because the one you want is unattainable.
Right?
Changbin must sense the way your breathing increases, must feel the way your body reacts to the slightest of touches, yet he takes his time. He is soft in the way his hand travels up your arm, rough fingertips grazing over your collarbones before smoothing down over your chest and abdomen. It isn’t until you are about to burst at the seams does he give your ass a strong squeeze and urge your leg over his hips.
“Changbin,” you sigh, biting your lip to keep from whimpering when he begins pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the length of your throat. “Please touch me.”
He only makes a sound of agreement, savoring the way you squirm and grip onto his arm for dear life. When he offers an experimental roll of his hips to grind against you, you practically go feral. The last time you were touched in such a way was at a party in the beginning of the semester Jisung and co. physically forced you to go to, and Changbin has barely even touched you and it’s already better than the rushed sex you had that night.
“Wait,” he huffs, pausing his ministrations no matter how difficult it is to do so, “we can’t.”
“What?” You hiss, trying to keep your voice quiet, “why?”
“Because you’re high, and I’m high, and I’m not going to do anything unless you really want me to,” Changbin explains, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips when you frown in response. “But I do want you to,” you huff, chasing his mouth for another, “I trust you one hundred percent.”
“Are you sure, YN?” What about Hyunjin? is what he really means and you know he’s right. You should have never told Felix.
Trying to ignore the wetness of your underwear, you turn to lie on your back. “Whatever. Never mind,” you mumble, and when you glance back to him, you can’t help the way your heart soars with him still pressed closely to your side, blinking tiredly at you. But like he said, it’s not Hyunjin. “Just get some sleep, Binnie. Forget it happened,” smiling past the tears that threaten to spill, you ruffle his hair and press a softer kiss to his forehead.
“I’m sorry,” Changbin whispers, returning the affection with a kiss to your shoulder. In minutes, he is snoring softly beside you.
You can’t fall asleep to save your life.
Reaching for your phone to check the time, you grit your teeth once you realize it’s almost four and you definitely have been staring at the ceiling for more than an hour. For starters, you are freezing now; unlike these passed out hooligans, you are showing a lot more skin and not being under the blankets is not doing you well. And secondly, it’s hard to fall asleep when your thoughts are flying miles a minute.
Is this how it’s going to be, then? Whenever you see someone, will the little guy on your shoulder whisper in your ear that it’s not Hyunjin? Or will people deem you off limits because they know of your infatuation? People who know, at least—Changbin is the first, apparently.
Just need to get comfy, you decide, trying to ignore such thoughts and turning to lie on your stomach. Bless Felix for leaving the lights on, too—you may be coming down from your high, but the vibe is simply immaculate. Tucking a hand under your cheek and following the ropes of light on the ceiling and up the walls, you find this to be enough to calm your nerves. Enough to make your eyelids heavy. Finally.
Someone lets out a monster train snore. Seungmin, you think, biting your lip to keep from laughing. Or, it could be Hyunjin. The thought is so amusing you can’t help but squint at the boy across from you to better see his outline, hoping he will do it again just to confirm.
No, not Hyunjin.
Because he’s facing you, eyes open, a soft smile plastered on his face. Well, fuck.
No reason to panic, you console yourself, returning a gentle smile in the assumption he can even see you. And you stay like that for a while, simply watching one another for an infinite amount of time. It’s not much, but it means something, you think, lost in the way the contours and highlights of his face change with each color the lights fade to. Just as you remember the whole point of getting on your stomach was to fall asleep, Hyunjin moves. Reaching for his phone, you watch in confusion as he brings it close to his face and starts typing.
hwang hyunjin👁👄👁 [now] Come sleep w me?
You almost throw up in your mouth. You must be dreaming. Surely.
Blinking against the harsh light of your phone, you cannot help your smile as you reread the text.
[4:02 am] YN: wont that b a little sus for bin
[4:02 am] hwang hyunjin👁👄👁: If anyone asks just say he kept kicking u or something
You don’t need to be told twice. Now that he has turned onto his side facing the other direction, Changbin does not stir once you slowly move to sit up and stand, nor when you reach for the quilt crumbled at the foot of the bed to pull over him. It’s not much, but hopefully it will keep him from waking in a few hours freezing to death. Then, as you tiptoe your way over to Hyunjin’s bed, avoiding Felix now that he’s sprawled half way off the bean bag, you cannot tell if you are still shivering from the cold or if the fact you are going to be sleepingwith Hyunjin in one, tiny single bed is finally clicking in your brain. Like Maddie said, this is something you want, right?
As you draw closer, Hyunjin shifts to make room and lifts the covers for you to quietly slip beneath. “Thank you,” you whisper, pulling the blanket up to your chin and trying to ignore the feeling of being so close to him. “Of course. You looked real cold over there,” he smiles tiredly. Then, his arm cautiously curls around you to rest by your head, fingers swiping stray hairs away from your face.
“I was,” you admit. Eyes level to his lips, you strain to look him in the eyes to resist the temptation now that he’s pulled you so close. “Changbin fell asleep and I felt bad waking him.”
Hyunjin doesn’t reply. He seems momentarily lost in thought, brows slightly furrowed as he chews on the inside of his lip.
“Do you like him?” He finally asks, voice shaky with hesitation.
“What?” You sputter, shocked at such a presumption. Yet again…
“No, no I don’t. I mean—as a friend, yes, but, you know,” you trail off, squeezing your eyes shut. You desperately wish you were not having this conversation right now. “He was touching you, though. And it looked like you liked it,” Hyunjin whispers, thumb swiping against your cheekbone.
“I mean, well yeah, I did. But I’m not close enough to like him like that. It’s just a physical attraction,” realizing you are discussing what went down with Changbin to Hyunjin, you suddenly pull back and lean up on an elbow to get a better look at him, heat now spreading up your limbs like fire. “Were you watching us, Hwang?”
“Yes,” he admits, “it’s kind of hard not to.” Your heart stops beating.
“I – what?” You manage once you have remembered how to breathe. “I didn’t know you were awake, we wouldn’t have… what do you mean, ‘it’s kind of hard not to?’”
“You know what I mean, YN,” Hyunjin mutters, arm slipping around your waist and pulling you to lie down with him again, this time, your chest pressed to his. “I like looking at you. You’re very pretty.”
You definitely must still be high, because you are seriously having a hard time wrapping your mind around Hyunjin calling you pretty, as well as being so close, and somewhere deep in your mind wonders if he knows. If he knows how your heart is on the line here. Knows that with him moving closer, you are taking a huge risk.
When Hyunjin kisses you, you forget that this could be the worst mistake you’ve made in a long time. Wrapped around his fingers, you pray this is his way of saying he feels the same.
“YN!” You wake to Seungmin gently shaking your shoulder. “YN, wake up. Your phone has been vibrating for twenty minutes now. It’s Maddie.”
The wave of panic washing over you dispels the grogginess you feel from suddenly being yanked from sleep, as well as the recognition of where you are and who you’re with. Frantic, you sit up and nod in thanks to him before taking the call. “Hello?”
“Oh, thank God you answered,” Maddie cries, voice choked, “I’m sorry, I know you’re still out, but I just threw up and I feel so terrible and when I get up I feel so nauseous. Can you come home?”
“Shit, Maddie, don’t apologize,” you whisper, rushing to grab your things as Seungmin unfolds The Ladder as quietly as possible, “I’m leaving now. Don’t move, you don’t want it to get worse. I’ll be there as fast as I can, okay?”
“Okay,” she whimpers before hanging up.
“Thank you, Minnie,” pressing a kiss to his cheek, you begin to climb down. “Is everything okay?” He asks, watching as you go with a worried frown. “Yes, it’s fine. Just a little emergency, don’t worry,” praying no one is out and about watching as you climb from the back of their building, you rush back to help Maddie as fast as you can.
You stay back in your dorm with Maddie for the rest of the weekend, fetching her water and ginger ale and food she can handle, helping her to the restroom, and binging all sorts of shows and movies with her. Seungmin, Jisung, and Minho visit Sunday evening, joining you for a few hours to watch Pokémon. You think it’s just because Minho knew it would be a good opportunity to snuggle with Maddie.
You can’t help but feel disappointed when Hyunjin isn’t with them. You refrained from telling Maddie what happened in 201, too caught up wanting to make sure she was alright, and by now you are starting to feel as if it wasn’t even real. Maybe you made the whole night up in your marijuana-infused brain. And snuggled up with Jisung, you can’t help but wish it was this annoying shit you were falling in love with.
On Monday morning, Hyunjin doesn’t show up for breakfast. On Tuesday, you find out he has been hanging out with a girl he met at his favorite boba joint and apparently won’t shut up about. First, you run back to your dorm to cry to Maddie, having to explain all of Friday night to her. When she leaves for her lab, you call Felix for an emergency smoke session. When Maddie texts that she is going to be out late working on a project, you call Changbin to tell him that you really do want him to.
Like you said, it’s just a physical attraction, right?
⇢ part 2
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warnings: smut, fluff, established relationship, sub!jisung, dom!femreader, pegging, denied orgasm, unsafe sex, degrading
word count: +2.4k
this was inspired by a twitter post saying that jisung is the type of boyfriend that would say ‘you wanna kiss me so bad’ during an argument :))
“I don’t understand why it’s so fucking difficult for you to just put a stupid shirt on when I have my friends over, Jisung,” you exclaim, exasperated at your boyfriends stubbornness and the fact that you have to even ask this of him. You’d think not walking around half naked in front of guests would be an obvious courtesy but Jisung had to emerge from your shared room with his tits out and even now brushes off your requests.
“I’m chill with your friends,” is all he offers, shrugging to walk away from you to the bedroom but his flippant attitude and unwillingness to hear you has you snapping at him. “Listen, I don’t fucking care how close you are with them, put some fucking clothes on when we have people over!”
He pauses, looking back at you with an infuriating knowing smirk, “So this is what this is about.”
“The fuck do you mean, this is the only thing I’ve been talking to you about!”
Smiling, he strolls back over to you before bending down to look you in the eye patronizingly.
Oh, this little brat.
“You wanna fuck me so bad.”
Your stuttering cough has Jisung smirking, cocky and content with his guess but you protest, “I’m asking you to put some clothes on, idiot!”
“No, no,” Jisung shakes his head, his fluffy black hair caressing his face, “you got all worked up seeing me a little bit naked and you wanna blame it on me.”
“Know your fucking place, baby boy.” Jisung is normally a brat, but you’re hoping your dark tone will shut him up. Contrary to these hopes but aligning with past history, Jisung just cocks an eyebrow at you, heightening the burning in your stomach from anger to something deeper.
How much you want to put this little brat in his place. Instead, a harsh, condescending laugh tears through your throat. Jisung’s confident smirk falters for a millisecond. “No, baby boy you’re projecting. You just want me to fuck you in that pretty ass of yours again.” Jisung’s adam apple bobs harshly despite his relatively unfazed face as he shakes his head harshly. “Aww,” you coo, “is my little Bambi too shocked to use his words?”
At the use of his favorite nickname you have for him, red flushes Jisung’s cheeks and ears. “No—,” he denies fruitlessly but you’ve already made your mind.
“Fine, if my horny little slut really can’t go a few hours without blatantly acting out, I guess I have no other choice. Go get in bed. Put on that new outfit we bought.” Jisung protests, pouting in an attempt to hide his stupid smile as he drags his feet.
Jisung kneels on the bed, his tan thighs providing a beautiful contrast of the white of the sheets and the baby blue of the skirt you bought for him. You can already see the outline of his dick pressing up against the folds of the skirt. His eyes are glassy and his chest already rises quickly. “Good boy, now get my box and you can finally get what you want.”
A frown is etched on Jisung’s face, his pretty pink lips curling into a pout, “No, I don’t want it. I wanna be in you.”
Your hand squeezes Jisung’s chin firmly and you try to not melt at how his cheeks squish in your grip. “You’ve already tested me enough today, Bambi. Better get the box now.”
Jisung’s round dark eyes hold yours for a split second longer than usual and your chest flares at his indignant attitude. “I got in the skirt and I’m sitting here all pretty; why do you want the box?” He whines, playing with the skirt’s hem.
Sighing, you drop Jisung’s chin, walking to the closet yourself and ignoring Jisung’s sudden backpedaling, his claims that he’ll get the box himself but your cold voice stops him half way to the closet. “Get back on the fucking bed, face in the pillows, you fucking brat.” Retrieving the familiar black box and turning around your met with Jisung’s shivering figure bent over into the bed. Tracing a finger up his smooth thighs, you remind, “Remember to use the safe word when you need it, Jisung.”
He nods into the pillows. Faster than he could nod again, your hand is on his ass, smacking him for not using his words. A pretty little whimper and then a soft, “Yes, I understand, ma’am.” Content, you return to his thighs, stroking slowly up and teasing around his painfully erect cock and ass. You fasten a cock ring on him, ignoring Jisung’s soft whimpers of protest. “
As pretty as this skirt is, I don’t think you deserve it right now, Bambi. I was really excited to fuck you in it but you’re just not letting that happen.” Jisung can only shiver as you slowly unzip the skirt and carefully hang it up, making sure to take your time smoothing out the creases from the hanger.
Jisung always liked things quick, exciting; he hates the slow and methodical so you’re a bit surprised when his pretty bare ass is still up in the air when you finally turn around. You let your finger tips whisper over his thighs, softly circling up his tender skin until he’s quivering under your touch. His cock is glistening, pressed harshly against his lower abdomen and his chest heaves as he attempts to keep quiet. In the tense silence, a resounding smack fills the room. Jisung jolts forward, surprised by the juxtaposition of your gentle caresses with the harsh hand that is turning his pretty ass pink. “You think you’re pretty clever, huh, baby boy? You think that if you prance around half naked, like a slut, I’ll let you fuck me?”
Jisung’s voice is high, whiny, and breathy, “I-I didn’t plan that!” Another smack that stings your palm and his ass jiggles adorably, “Don’t fucking lie to me. You knew I had friends over and you wanted my attention like the clingy little whore you are.” A groan escapes Jisung’s lips, muffled by the pillows, but you can hear it loud and clear. It rings through the silent room, hanging in the air as tension builds. By the way Jisung shivers, you can tell he’s thinking of apologizing but you don’t let him. Grasping his fluffy black hair by the scalp, you wrench his face up to look at you.
His eyes are shining and wide and his lips are red from his teeth. “You like this shit. You think your shitty excuses can fool me? Am I an idiot to you?”
He shakes his head as best he can under your grip and his lips quiver, “I-I just really wanted your attention,” he whispers.
“Color, Jisung?”
His earnest, round eyes hold yours with determination even as his bottom lip quivers. “Green.”
With that, you push his head back into the pillows, smacking his ass once more before fastening the strap onto your hips. The dildo is baby blue, matching Jisung’s skirt currently hanging in the closet. Jisung picked it out. “Fine. If my little slut wants my fucking attention, he’s got it now,” you hiss as you squirt strawberry lube onto your finger and press it to his quivering hole. An almost inaudible whimper escapes Jisung and you reach down to harshly grasp his dick. He cries out, jolting into your hand involuntarily. “Let me hear you, Bambi. Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”
He groans in to the pillow, “Yes, ma’am.” Satisfied, you press your two fingers into his ass, relishing the exhale he lets out. Slowly, you begin to push in and out of him, curling your fingers and scissoring deep into him. His soft moans fill the room, accompanying the familiar sounds of your fingers in him. Finally acting good, Jisung arches his back at the sensation and you feel him clench around your fingers. Sliding your fingers out of him, you lather more lube on the strap before positioning yourself behind him. The deep, throaty moan Jisung lets out when you enter him burns your core and you start roughly thrusting into him. Unlike your previously honey-slow movements, your thrusts are quick, so rapid that after a few moments, Jisung’s arms collapse under him.
Slapping, sounds of his hole, Jisung’s constant stream of weak moans fill your ears. His hand fumbles around behind him, wanting to hold your hands but you slap it away, pulling out quickly. A high whine escapes from Jisung’s swollen lips and you flip him over, yanking his thighs apart. “Hold,” you instruct him and Jisung nods weakly, grabbing his ankles and positioning his hips up.
It’s such a pretty scene: Jisung’s round, glassy eyes focused only on you, his flushed cheeks, his wet hole, and his glistening red cock. You ease the strap into him again, leaning down to grip his shoulders as you begin thrusting into him at the same rapid speed. Jisung’s pretty lips open as he scrunches his nose up, overcome with pleasure. His hair bounces with your thrusts and slapping rings in your ears. After you quickly reposition, Jisung lets out a high scream, “Right there! Yes, oh my god, right there.” Using your hands to push his hips down in tempo with your thrusts, you beckon Jisung closer to his unraveling. His face screws up and his gasps become rapid. Your hand begins rubbing his hard cock and he moans beautifully. Swiping over the slit you keep thrusting into him until his moans increase in volume and he cries out, “I-I’m close!”
At this, you fully pull out and away from Jisung. His cries of pleasure immediately turn into cries of pain as he sobs into the pillows, turning over to rub his cock in the covers. “Why did you do that?” Jisung cries, his voice raw and sensitive as his eyes fill with tears.
“Suck it,” you demand, pushing your hips forward. Still fuzzy from his denied orgasm, Jisung’s lips fumble around the plastic and his doe eyes gaze up at you, even as tears spill over onto his pretty cheeks. He hollows his cheeks and moves up and down the plastic, never breaking eye contact with you. “Why do you think you deserve to cum, Bambi? You’ve been nothing but a bad boy.”
He whines into the plastic, averting his eyes, still sucking on the plastic like a lollipop. You pull away, gripping his cheeks with your hand. There’s his own cum mixed with lube on his lips, it makes them as glossy as his teary eyes. “Answer me.” Jisung’s cheeks and the tips of his ears burn red. “I-I don’t de-deserve to cum,” he whispers, pouting.
“And why’s that?”
Tears fill his eyes once again and he looks at you mournfully, “Because I’ve been n-nothing but a b-bad boy.”
“Do bad boys get to cum?” You ask him.
“N-no,” he whispers.
“Do bad boys get to fuck me?”
He shakes his head around your hand, “Bad boys d-don’t deserve t-to fuck you.”
Nodding you tell him, “Lay back on the bed.” His eyes fill with sadness that pangs at your heart but he obeys, staring longingly at the strap that you’re taking off. Slowly, you clamber onto of him, your burning core dragging on his abdomen. Hands on his chest, you begin using his body, rolling your hips up and down his stomach as he does nothing but watch you with glassy eyes. The dejected look in his eyes tells you he’s disappointed you’re just gonna get yourself off yet there’s a distinct excitement at watching you grind yourself onto his abs. So when you grab his dick and sink down on it though, he gasps, bucking up into you. Quickly, you begin bouncing on top of him as his gasps and moans of surprise mix with yours.
Jisung fills you so perfectly and stretches you so beautifully your mind is whirling. He gently caresses your thighs as he arches his back off the bed. The denied orgasm and tension made him sensitive. “You’ve b-been such a slut, baby,” you gasp, moving up and down his solid length, “B-but you’re my slut and I-I take care of you.”
Jisung whines at your words, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. “D-does that mean y-you’re not mad at me?” You gaze down at him and his fucked-out self and smile, “Was e-earlier not punishment enough to sh-show you I was mad at you?” He shakes his head quickly, thrusting up to meet you as he starts whining and moaning. “I-I’m close, ma’am. C-can I c-cum please?”
Jisung uses two fingers to rub your clit in tempo with your movements and you hum in pleasure. “C-cum whenever, Bambi,” you breathe, as the coil in your stomach tightens. Jisung nods, eyebrows scrunching as his moans become more high and loud, whiny cries fills the room as he shoots into you. Jisung’s pleasure-filled expression is all it takes for you to unravel, clenching around his twitching dick. Riding out both of your highs, you slowly descend from pleasure and collapse beside Jisung, whose chest heaves and eyes are shut.
When he doesn’t open them even after you’ve gathered your senses, you push yourself up onto an elbow, worry furrowing your brow. “Bambi, was that too much?” His dark pretty eyes open slowly and you caress his tear stained cheek gently.
“I-I’m sorry for making you mad, I just really m-missed you and wanted your attention.” Cooing you shake your head, pressing soft kisses on his cheeks before trailing down to press open mouthed kisses on his neck and nibbling on his sensitive part. He shivers as you whisper into his wonderful smelling neck, “I’m not upset at you, Jisung,” you tell him, curling your fingers into his hair, “Don’t ever apologize for wanting my attention.” Kissing his neck again and sucking, you make him sigh contently, though there’s still tension. “I’ll always want to give my precious baby boy attention. You deserve the world, Bambi. You’re my angel and I wanna give you everything.”
All tension in Jisung’s face and body immediately relaxes and a shining, gummy smile spreads across his face. “Really?” He coos, tugging you closer to wrap his arms around you.
You nod firmly, “You’re pretty, precious, wonderful boyfriend and what I say during sex doesn’t mean anything because I love you so much.” Jisung giggles, blushing as he nuzzles his nose with yours, “Okay. I love you too, Y/n.”
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okay but what about bondage with lita and kylo in shatter with kylo tied up????? 👀 I'd love to see what you come up with 😘
Hello, Star!! I really loved this prompt and was very excited to do it. Again, it ended up longer than 3 paragraphs but I hope you like it! It takes place before Shatter begins, during the investigation of Han’s death.
Warnings for bondage, dom/sub dynamics, slight praise kink and brief mentions of pegging
Kylo/OC, 18+
Kylo had been stressed during this whole ordeal with his father. He knew the truth, as did Lita. The investigation was starting to run cold and the authorities weren’t even close to knowing what truly happened that night. He was finishing up work before shooting Lita a text to “be ready for him.”
She’d had something in mind for him and Kylo hadn’t been specific in his request. Some nights he had to give up his constant need for control and surrender it to her, letting Lita take care of him whether it be with a strap on, a riding crop or, in tonight’s case, she’d tie him to the headboard and fuck him until they were both nearly incoherent. Lita checked the time. He’d be home in 15 minutes. She had prepared nicely, a length of soft red rope bundled up in her lap while Lita lounged on the sofa in a set of pretty black lingerie and black heels.
When Kylo walked through the door, he was almost relieved to see the rope in his wife’s lap. He’d been thinking about all the things he wanted her to do to him on the drive home. How he wanted to be used while Lita bounced on his cock, tied up and completely at her mercy. The thought alone had made him hard. Lita crooked one finger, beckoning him forward, and Kylo immediately rushed to her, dropping to his knees at her feet and offering up his hands.
It was quick work. Lita had gotten good at tying knots and cuffing his hands together over the years. There was a small length left, something she used to guide him to the bedroom, carefully shutting the door and sending Kylo to sit on the bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes following all of Lita’s movements.
“What do you want, darling?” Lita asked, climbing to straddle Kylo’s lap.
“Use me. Please, baby, I need you.”
At his words, she grabbed his bound wrists and pushed them over his head before pinning Kylo down.
“I’ll do whatever my good boy wants.”
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