#cya smut

[becsabillion4]

false god (we still worship)

pairing: carmen berzatto x f!reader

summary: Carmen has a bad shift, but you’re more than willing to turn his night around and show him exactly how good he is.

word count: 3,362

tags: SMUT, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, creampie, semi-public sex, window sex, lingerie, praise kink, vulnerable Carmy, 18+ only

note: this is explicit 18+ only and yet again NOT an advert for safe sex. with that said, it’s fucking hot ;) and thank you to the wonderful person who submitted the prompt that inspired this, based around Carmy having a tough day and reader taking care of him (even though I’ve failed at tumblr and can’t find the original message). enjoy!!

thesydkid

Yo. Awful shift. Glad you weren’t here to see it.

whochefsouschef

fuckkk what happened?

thesydkid

Newbies think they know better than Tina because they went to CIA. You can imagine how Carmy took that.

whochefsouschef

was it kyle? he’s been like that since he started.

thesydkid

Yeah

Classic

whochefsouschef

syd?

I know that’s not all. kyle doesn’t warrant a text warning

thesydkid

Carm got food sent back.

whochefsouschef

shit.

thanks for the heads up

thesydkid

Good luck, cya tomorrow.

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It’s late, the kind of late where even the drunks winding through the streets have stopped their singing, the kind where it’s already too late to go to bed and get an ounce of good sleep. It’s the kind of late where you would have known it was a bad night even if Sydney hadn’t texted you first, because you know how hard Carmy cleans when he’s upset, and exactly how long that takes.

You sit up in bed abruptly, pushing your hair out of your face and considering your options. You have maybe ten minutes if Sydney texted you as soon as Carmy left, ten minutes to decide how you want to handle this kind of bad day. You feel a surge of frustration that you weren’t on shift tonight. As the Front of House Manager, you could have soothed the moronic, greedy, power-tripping customer who wanted to pull one over on the best chef in Chicago by sending back his perfect food-

Actually, maybe it was for the best you weren’t on shift tonight, or you might no longer have a job.

You smile when you think about how Richie will have handled it though. His courteous, collected energy even as he probably said something like, “Oh, you’d like to send this back? Wow, I’ve never heard a, uh - what do you call ‘em - oh, complaint before. Are you sure you know what this dish is?”

The smile fades when you think about Carmy’s reaction. You push yourself out of bed, decided by the image of his frustration, the anger he uses to hide his sadness. There’s been a few particularly bad shifts since you and Carmy moved in together - and Richie labelled himself as “matchmaker to the stars” for hiring you - and you know that if left to his own devices, Carmy will happily stay up all night stewing.

But you’re here now, and you’re determined not to let him. So you set your plan in motion.

By the time you hear his keys clink in the lock, you’re settled by the sofa, bare skin slightly chilled by the evening air coming in from the cracked window. You glance up as Carmy walks in, catch his eye, and he stops dead, hand still on the lock.

Bluer-than-blue eyes flicker across the scene you’re presenting for him - your best lingerie, your patient kneel, steady eyes - and he straightens from his tired stoop.

“Hey,” he murmurs, eyes still tracing how the lace drapes across your skin in the low light.

“Hi,” you smile. “Join me?”

Without looking away from you, Carmy shuts the door, drops his stuff in a careless pile. “Syd texted?”

“I couldn’t sleep. And I wanted to surprise you.”

Carmy’s eyes drift away from you for a second, glancing around the room, like he does when he’s thinking something through. You can almost hear his brain clicking through the gears. Turning the kitchen off, turning something else on.

“It was bad, sweetheart,” he says. “Fuckin’ shitty.”

“It’s over.” You raise a hand to him, tilt your head towards the sofa. “Get over here and let me do filthy things to you to make up for it.”

He laughs at that, toes off his shoes and takes the few steps to the sofa. He doesn’t sink into the cushions like you expected though, but kneels in front of you. You reach out, run a hand over the side of his face, feel the days-old stubble rasping under your touch. Bringing your other hand up, you cup his face, thumbs tracing over the bags under his eyes like you can smooth them out with that simple touch. You can feel his exhaustion in the way he leans forward into the feeling, and it breaks something in you.

When you kiss him, you intend for it to be careful and slow. Bring him out of his shell, remind him that things outside The Bear exist. But the moment your mouths press together, the moment you nip the edge of his bottom lip, the drained and defeated Carmy is gone.

He surges forward, almost sending you tipping over backwards, arms wrapping around your waist. One hand slides to your lower back, stretching to cover as much of your skin as he can possibly grasp. Pulling you forward, Carmy bows his head to suck a bruise into your throat and you know for damn sure it’ll be visible tomorrow. A glaring mark, a “fuck you” to the rest of the world painted on your skin.

Your hands are far from idle either, and as one pulls at his T-shirt, rucking it up to explore the muscles beneath, you run a finger from the other over the arch of his ear. Carmy shudders in a broad, full-body motion and his hips stutter, jerk forward into you. You both moan at the contact and you want to chase it, feel him pressed between your thighs, but clearly Carmy has other ideas.

He reaches under your arms and pulls you up to stand with him, letting his hands continue their journey down your sides to reach your waist. All you have time to do is gasp as he hoists you off your feet, and he’s already walking towards your floor-length window as you desperately try to wrap your legs around his waist. He doesn’t give you much chance to breathe, the hand not holding you up pushing deep into your hair and curling strands around his fingers so he can pull your head back, press more kisses to the hollow of your throat.

For a dizzying moment, you can see the lights of Chicago upside down, but you manage to pull your head up just before your back hits the cold glass. You hiss at the chill against your bared skin and Carmy runs a hot palm around to your back in apology even as his tongue continues its insistent sweeps against your own.

You barely register the soft clink of his belt, the push and rustle of fabric between you until his cock is pressed close, the only thing keeping it from filling you your own stupid lacy underwear.

With a frustrated groan, Carmy gently lowers you until your feet sink into the carpet, but he still gives you no room to move, pressing you into the misted-up glass as if he can’t tear his body from yours.

“Carmy,” you pant, unsure what you’re asking, but you know he understands when he grabs your upper arm, spins you around to face the view. The glass is warmer now, but still cold enough that the press of your barely-concealed nipples to its surface makes you moan as you hear Carmy kneel, feel him sliding your panties down your legs.

He doesn’t even let them reach your ankles before he’s up again, kissing his way along your spine as he goes, and finally, finally, the head of his cock nestles in where it needs to be.

Its hot and heavy presence has you pushing your hips back, wanting to feel the glorious slide of him, lose yourself in the moment he splits you, and all you can see, eyes half-slitted in pleasure, are the glittering lights of the city below. You live pretty high up and the lights are low enough that none of the busy pedestrians below should see, but all it would really take is a glance up and an observant eye. To see your breasts pressed against the glass, Carmy’s possessive hands gripping your hips as he finally drives into you. Even from this distance, you imagine the pleasure on your own face and your walls flutter around Carmy until he growls, pulls your hands from where they were flat against the window into a bind behind you.

There is nothing kind and gentle about this moment, no give in Carmy’s body as he fucks into you, and you revel in it. Let him take his pain and translate it into pleasure through your body. Let him take and take and take until he has nothing left to give, and let the world see him doing it. Let them see what’s his.

These thoughts alone have you teetering, desperate for a few more strokes, but the surprise of Carmy reaching around to draw lazy circles over your clit as he snarls, “Fucking look at you, look how good you take me,” has you seizing up instantly. You can faintly hear your own surprised cry through the buzzing in your ears, and Carmy’s gasps as he feels you pulsate around him, but you only fully come back to yourself when you press your forehead against the blessedly cool glass.

The strength of your orgasm is enough that your legs are visibly shaking now, and without a word, Carmy bends to scoop up your lower half and pulls you in, cradling you across his front. You close your eyes for a moment, trying to calm your breathing as you push your face into his chest, but before you can even begin to get your head straight, you feel soft sheets on your back as he lowers you to the bed.

He sinks down beside you, and all his desperation from a moment ago is gone as his body finally relaxes. He’s still hard and straining towards you, but the light has dimmed in his eyes, so when you reach for him, it’s to run a hand across his cheek, to bring his eyes to yours. When you move towards him, it’s to curl your legs with his, to press your forehead against his and settle his breathing with your own.

People think Carmy is so used to taking shit that it doesn’t hurt him anymore, but you know. You know how each word drives so deep that he doesn’t know how to take good anymore, how he invites the anger and the aggression of a kitchen into his soul because the alternative is realising that all the shit he’s been through is too awful, too devastating to reconcile. To keep feeling it, so he has no time to wonder what his life would be without it.

You see the weakness and the fear and the vulnerability, and you know how he absorbs the feeling and translates it into his work, how he uses it to fuel him, how he turns the criticism and the insults and the hatred into being better, being perfect, doing a good job.

“You are so wonderful, Carmy,” you murmur, and when he tries to look away, you hold his head still. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing. Shit, not really anything.” You’re silent, and he sighs as he caves under the pressure of your gaze. “Back when I was in New York, you remember that chef I told you about?”

You nod, because you know you can’t say anything remotely okay about that particular chef.

“He had this thing, about pasta. Thought he was some kind of expert because he spent, like, three months with Massimo Bottura. We had to boil water from cold every time, for every single batch of pasta we served, and there was this exact amount of salt we had to add. It wasn’t like a teaspoon, it was seven point three grams for every hundred of pasta. And he could fucking tell if you were off, he barely had to taste it. One time I saw him smell somebody’s pasta and tell them they were off by point two.” Carmy’s voice is shaking, and you move your thumb along his cheekbone slowly, calmly, giving him something to root himself to. Remind him he’s not there.

“And I was thinking about it while I was cooking the bucatini, and it’s like he was in the room again, saying the same shit he always did. Watching over my shoulder as I added the salt, and it made me so mad,” Carmy mutters, breaths coming in pants now. “And I didn’t even think, I just added like way too much salt. Enough to fuckin’ ruin it, ‘cos I just wanted to see him choke on it. And then I sent it out.”

You don’t take your eyes from his face as you curl one hand down to straighten the fingers of his, to stop the nails he’s digging deep into his palm from cutting into his skin.

“And of course it got sent back, and Richie apologised and comped their bill, and they didn’t care. But, like, I just sabotaged my own restaurant. My own reputation, becuase I can’t stop fuckin’ thinking about salting pasta,” Carmy finishes in a rush, and he finally meets your eyes.

“Carmy, you’re working in a kitchen every day. It’s no surprise you remember other kitchens you’ve been in, and the kind of behaviour you’ve had to endure. But it’s not that kitchen anymore. This is your kitchen we’re talking about, your space. When you look over your shoulder, he’s not there anymore. Syd is, and she’s got your back. We’re not some pristine, sterile team with no heart. Richie’s there.” You feel a surge of emotion so strong for the brilliant, vulnerable man in front of you that you push your face into his shoulder, hard enough that he has to steady himself from falling back onto the bed. His other hand comes up to card loosely through your hair, and you suppress a soft noise of comfort to finish with, “I’m there.”

“I know, baby,” he responds, pulling you closer until you’re practically curled into his lap. “And I think it’ll get easier, it’s already easier. I just don’t think I’ll ever entirely stop sabotaging myself. I’m not like the food I make, I’m not composed and-and, perfect. I’m not, uh, not always good at stuff.”

“Okay, but you’re good plenty of the time,” you whisper, looking up at him. You smile as he glances down, catches your eye. “I could go on for days about the stuff you’re good at.”

“Oh yeah?” Carmy murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, down and round the edge of your face to the shell of your ear. You shiver instinctively, press into the feeling.

“You’re good at that. Good at getting me out of control,” and your voice is already shaking.

“You’re not out of control, babe. I’ve got you. You’re mine,” Carmy is muttering inbetween kisses as he rolls you onto your back, pins your arms to your sides with his legs and begins to fully slide off your lingerie, slowly, carefully. His hands are, as always, steady. You remember all the times you’ve watched him roll a cigarette, piece together edible art as flames lick at his chef’s whites, and you can’t remember a time you’ve seen them shake.

From the eye of the storm he’s creating in you, you watch as he slides down the bed, skimming his lips across your trembling thighs until he sits back, and moves his hands to your knees.

You can almost feel the pleasure it gives him as, at the lightest touch from him, you part your legs, let him see what he does to you. What he has done. When he growls, you realise he can see remnants of your earlier escapade against the window at your entrance, his come marking you.

When Carmy dips his finger inside you, your hips jerk towards him, but he holds them down with one hand. His finger delves deep for a moment, and then leaves you suddenly, but before you can protest, he brings his hand to your face, offers you the digit. You’re entranced by the silent command in his eyes, and with no hesitation, you open your mouth and let Carmy’s come-covered finger slide inside, press deep towards the back of your throat. When you swallow, the bitterness makes you moan, envision being on your knees for Carmy, his fingers twined so deep into your hair it hurts, feeling his white-hot heat at the back of your throat.

It breaks whatever tension was stretched taut between you, and Carmy wraps his arms around your legs, pulls your body towards him and lowers his face between your thighs. For a moment, he teases you, nibbling at the juncture where your leg curves into your hip, skimming his teeth across the bone, but you know he’s secretly just as impatient as you are, and when he takes his first tender lick across your clit, he moans even louder than you do.

Giving head is an art for Carmy, and feels like a privilege to you. You’ve seen him enjoy food in the kitchen, give somebody that blown-away glance that they’ve worked their whole lives to see, but he never takes more than one bite.

But this, with you, as you watch him devour you whole...It’s the only meal you’ve ever watched him finish.

Tongue swirling delicately across your center, breaking for hungry kisses to your thighs as his hands grasp at any inch of you he can reach, you can’t help the words that spill from you, “yes, yes, Carmy, you’re so good, you make me feel so good, my good boy, please-“, but you can’t continue as he slides two fingers deep inside your aching pussy, so deep you don’t ever want him to move.

At this point in the erotic novels you read during your lunch break (which, if Fak were to find them, would spell the end of your career), the heroine says something about how it feels like hours pass with her lover between her legs. But this is real life, and all Carmy has to do is mutter, “Finish for me baby, finish for me,” for you to come embarrassingly quickly.

You’re practically incoherent on the comedown, and all you can summon the strength to do is pull him into you, press kisses to his forehead and mumble over and over how fucking amazing he makes you feel.

“If you lose everything else, Carmy, if you ever think there isn’t a thing in this world you’re any good at, just know that you are a god at giving head,” you pant eventually, and when he pushes his face into your neck, you can feel his smile there.

For a moment more, you just enjoy the press of his body against yours, revel in the sweat and slick between you. It dawns on you slowly just how slick it feels, and you gasp as you realise-

“Carmy, did you-?”

Carmy laughs into your skin, tracing one hand across your chest idly until you shiver. “Yeah. You, uh, you were moaning and telling me how good I was and…it was hot.”

You laugh with him breathlessly, still kind of in awe at how well you fit after all this time, how at home you feel with him. “Well, I hope that made your bad day a little better.”

Carmy is silent for a second before he murmurs, “You have no idea what you do for me,” and you can see the shine of his eyes in the glitter of the city lights filtering through your window. “There can never be a bad day if I end it right here, in this bed, in your arms.”

You would reply, but he’s kissing you into silence before you can, and you wonder for a moment if any words will ever need to be said between you and Carmy again, or whether you can communicate all the fear, all the anger, all the love, just with kisses and touch and his lips against yours. But eventually, as you slip into sleep with his body twined around yours, you decide that tongues were made for more than just talking.

[mingsoooo]

Can I be the One?

Pair: Jay & reader

Genre: Smut, R18, the next morning of the one-night stand (morning snusnu lol)

word count: 0.9k

Author's note: So, I have no idea how I did it lol. It felt as if i was writing a deadline chapter lol. Been a while since I felt like this but yeah, although it's not written well, I hope you enjoy it. Cya~

"You were my rendezvous," your words trilled on your lips. It was early morning, and the sun peeped through the small crack on the heavy curtain. 

Last night….

It was amazing, and you had never felt so loved and everything more, but it was, but only for a night. Sheepishly, you placed your hand on his cheek for the last time.

"Then what about now?" The man suddenly woke up from his sleep. It was much deeper compared to last night. His voice. 

"Huh? Wha-" The astonishment was clear as the bright day in your tone. after all he was sleeping like a log right??!

"Aren't I more than a rendezvous? I'm the perfect one. I'm Jay" He spoke the cheesy line with the driest volume. The curl on the corner of his lips was signifying his smirk while he got up. 

You, on the other side, scoffed before giggling like a little baby. Throwing your head back while doing so because he was that funny. The charm. The charisma. He knew he had it, but the dry and almost uncle-like things he did were what made you curious of him last night. 

"You know you look so cute." Your admiring eyes gaze at his sharp jawline. His plump cheeks and pinky lips were just about pouting. A smile had formed on your lips as well.

"Um? I have been told that I look intimida-"

Just before he could continue to babble, you pounced upon him. You had no reason to. But parting away so soon just… didn't feel right? Especially when you felt turned on just by the sight of his bare chest. 

You cupped his cheek. "Aww, that's because they haven't seen you the way I've seen you," you sealed his lips.

The slight tint on his cheeks was visible. Letting go of his cheeks, you solely focused on kissing while staying on top of him. Devouring the bottom lips. It was messy, sticky, and passionate. His hand at the back of your head and the other at your waist while you could feel yourself grinding on his manhood. 

While fighting the tug of tongues and the assurance of the dominant one, his hand tightly pinched your butt and landed a spank, while your lower lips accompanied his dick. His finger slowly pressed on your clitoris. Slightly pinching it, he lined his finger on your wet sex before pushing in the finger.

"Ah~" you whined. 

Like that, Jay took over the throne as led the kiss. Biting off your skin lip and licking it to make you feel better. Right after, Jay leaned towards your neck. proud of his artwork, he dived into the places that hadn't been marked. 

Purple marks all over you while you lowered your hand inside the blanket. His erection stood hot and tall. Just a slight touch, and you could feel his gasp on your neck. 

Chuckling, you took a step further and started to stroke it around the tip and then around its grith. Jay's grunts were heavy and heavenly to your ears. The way you teased him by slowly lowering your touch yet, it was subtly there, just enough to feel the head. Jay could take it no more. 

"You're riding over me," he whispered, and let go of his hand around your nape. The blanket that separated you both was thrown out to the floor, and he grabbed your waist. 

"You like it that way?" With smug lips, you ran your hand through your hair. Tucking them behind you, you slowly touched the tip before inserting your wet sex. Slowly you plunged, and the ecstasy was above the roof~~ You rolled your eyes and your back slightly arched. 

Slowly adjusting yourself, you started to move up and down. With each move, you could feel the pleasure drowning you. Your toes curled up and your hands tightly intertwined with Jay's to balance you. Little by little, you start to go faster. 

Your lips agape and your eyes glisten with tears. His thick manhood continued to pass through your walls while you squeezed it. It was amazing. The heat between your two bodies as you interlaced and exchanged the body fluids, you could feel the sudden urge to let go of everything. 

Letting go of his hands, you landed on top of him once again. You were tired. Excited and craved more. Since your breasts were just a breath away. Jay decided to do the hard work, as this time, his hips rhythmically moved up and down while he gently nibbled on your breast while cupping the other one. 

He was moving fast. Slamming both bodies until he knew he was about to cum. 

"Let's do it together," Jay spoke out loud while letting go of your breasts. tightly gripping your waist, he concentrated on his movements. It was loud, and the room was filled with filthy grunts, moans, and erotic smells. 

"Wai-" You could feel your eyes roll as all the fluids you held came gushing out and mixed with his. It felt warm, and your body felt a shaking sensation. Rolling you to the side, Jay held onto you, holding you during the aftershock. 

"You did so well." A bright smile forged on his lips while you could barely feel your legs, especially after all those toe-curling sensations. Pressing a kiss on your lips, he continued to hug you.

[johnnieguilbertsgirlfriend]

hamzah missing you on vacation

talk to me - hamzahthefantastic x reader

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contains: fluff, smut, reader is female, you read the rest and find out

word count: no clue rn but its short

story below the cut

hamzah: hi baby sorry i haven’t been texting n stuff i’ve been busy with martin and mandy yk but i love you sm and i miss you

you: i understand completely :) have fun and dw about me ily too

hamzah: i just got back to my room, u wanna call?

you: ofcc

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hamzah had gone on vacation to curaçao to relax and film videos for youtube and the podcast. he had brought the trip up to you, asking if you wanted to go. unfortunately, you had work and couldn’t take time off because this was one of their busiest months. you were both obviously disappointed, but he understood and you wanted him to go without you and have fun filming. (#securerelationships) when he got off the plane, that was the moment you realised that it was going to be difficult with extra work and no boyfriend, but you were managing so far. however, today you just got home and boy were you exhausted.

your phone went off as soon as you had sent him the last text. you wait 10 seconds before answering it. “hellooo?” you hear hamzah say. “heyy” you reply, matching his energy. “whats up?” “nothingg, i just missed you” this man knows just what to say. “wait facetime me” he says, while the button pops up on the screen. you answer and see someone else with him. “well hello martin” “y/n! how are you?” “i’m good, how has the trip been for you and mandy?” “so good, she loves it. but this guy here is constantly yapping about how much you would love it too.” “aghh, i know, it looks like a lot of fun, much better than what i’m doing haha.” “alright well i’m gonna go back to my room, cya guys.”

martin leaves hamzah’s hotel room to go back to his own. he turns his camera off, but you didn’t think much of it at the time. you can hear fumbling on his end of the phone. “so, tell me about your day.” you think hard, not even remembering what you did, but start giving him a little summary. you hear a zipper while you talk, but continue as he was probably just changing. you hear him release a groan, “hamzah? are you okay?” “yeah i- just wish you were here right now. hearing your voice isn’t enough.” you finally caught on.

“are you… jerking off right now?” his breath hitches a little. “i’m sorry- i just can’t get you out of my head baby. imagining you in a bikini just makes it worse.” he breathes out. your cheeks grow redder, thankful he wasn’t there to see it. the truth is that you needed him badly too. “well, what would you do if i was there?” you ask him in a more lustful tone. he stops palming himself through his boxers, and removes them instead. “i would pull the string from your- top” he starts slowly stroking his dick. you start taking off your oversized shirt, not bothering to wear a bra because you were home alone. “and then, fuck, i would kiss you everywhere and touch your boobs.” you start massaging your breasts, moaning a little. “mhm, and then what?”

he whimpers, barely audible on the phone. “i wish my hand was yours right now baby. i would probably- m’ take off your bikini and fuck you so good.” he groans out while you take off your panties. you insert a finger into your pussy, ”uh shit, hamzah” you moan out, wanting to help him reach his high. his breathing gets heavier, and all you can think about is if he was the one fingering you right now. “you make me so fucking hard babe-“ you push in another finger, rubbing your clit slightly faster. “keep going hamzah” you praise him, making him involuntarily buck his hips into his hand. “i bet your pussy would taste so good right now.” he says, and you stretch yourself more.

“i can’t hold it,” “just let go y/n” that last sentence made you moan loudly and release your orgasm, panting to try to catch your breath. he groans out, cumming on himself, relieved. “i love you so much.” “i love you too” “you’re definitely coming on the next trip no matter what.” you start getting stuff ready to clean yourself up. “i will, and i think im gonna take a shower now baby.”

“mmm, part 2?”

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thank you for the request im so tired and drained rn but hopefully this will hold you guys off for the next one. ;)

[onyourhyuck]

Popular. | N.JM | PART 1

— Prologue: “Who’s the new girl?” + “Jaemin. Don’t tell me you are already harassing the new girl?”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular - The Series Masterlist.

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The old faces become new faces, but to you they will always be the same. You see you’re enrolling back to a school you swore to never become back to but you made a long life promise that you will come back as a different person. And you did. You levelled up while everyone else stayed and stood the same. You’re a new person. New you. New chapter. No one can recognise you because you poured all the blood sweats and tears into your new self and new life to come back and show them what they’re missing out on. All you ever wanted was to be popular.

You wanted to be liked. You wanted to be invited to things, the things you craved back then are only getting more and more intense. You would’ve done anything to have what the popular kids have, to experience getting love and compliments. You wanted to be mainstream, you wanted to be viral. The attention they got was unfair because you never once had it back then. But now it’s different. You’re the new girl. No one recognises you.

At least you hope someone does recognise you so you can shove it in their face how brand new you look with all the hard work and suffering you had to go through.

Walking down those school hallways was something haunting. You feel like you’re back at the very start of hell that you had to deal with all those years, but now the looks on people’s faces weren’t facing you but giving you surprise glances. They have a new girl enrolling?

The boy on the side wearing a red hoodie with a white shirt underneath and a pair of denim jeans was caught off guard by the beautiful peach scent running from his nostrils, glaring up wondering where it was coming from, he saw an unfamiliar figure walking in front. Wearing a loose white sweater over a collared shirt buttoned up. The flowyness of the black skirt fluttering from each step she took with her legs. It just makes him stand there, mesmerised and also, thinking who was that?

The boy nudged his friend who closed the locker with a gentle slam. “Hey Sungchan,” He spoke with the inability to look away but make his friend watch the person he became someone so infatuated with. “Who’s the new girl?”

The taller boy, Sungchan, also his best friend despite being a year younger looks over at the girl he pointed at and a long-long face was expressed on him. “Jaemin. Don’t tell me you are already harassing the new girl?” Sungchan sighs.

“Looks like you don’t know either.”

The guy with slight light brunette hair smirks when he mentions that Jaemin’s curiosity was far too much already. Jaemin’s smirk stays as his eyes look at Sungchan and he pats his chest with the palm. “Cya at lunch Chan.” Jaemin said suddenly jogging away from his friend leaving Sungchan by the lockers completely stranded, but not surprised.

‘Why am I not surprised? It’s Jaemin.’ The younger boy said to himself under the breath of holding back from shouting, trying not to seem so surprised but every time something happens, he was left alone to deal with his mess.

Running to dodge a few people passing through a sudden person now walks on the same length pace as you and your eyes caught the guy instantly. You remember him. The flashbacks run in your eyes like it was yesterday it happened. How he ignored you. Left you when you needed the help the most. The same anger flusters your knuckles but you roll them forward and your strength was holding back, you had the urge to just punch him already knowing what he did to you. But he seems to be completely oblivious? Does he really not remember you? You found it almost offensive that he does not recognise you considering what he did, it stays buried within your past.

Your glare appointed to the boy you stop when you notice he was following you and about to speak to you, so you shut him up immediately before he could even speak. “What do you want?” Well that came out slightly more meaner from you than Jaemin thought he would get. “You’re the new girl right? Why don’t I give you a school tour guide at lunch time.” He offers with a sweet smile.

This was God’s plan in a way. You thought this was perfect timing to get your revenge on him and just shout at him, reveal who you are, but you couldn’t do that. You didn’t have the strength to shout and scream anymore all you have is the numbing anger to deal with on your old wounds.

Then it hits you. He doesn’t recognise you and he thinks you’re a new girl, someone he doesn’t have relations with at all. Your eyes light up and your thoughts begin to trail like a running waterfall in synch.

What if you make him fall for you? Then you can take your revenge when he really loves you? You could make him regret what he did. He can be the first one on your list to take your revenge on.

You saw that the boy was waiting for your answer with hopeful sweet eyes. Your thoughts were too dark. You were wanting revenge not friendship, so to make this look real you have to pull your act together and hide your anger from everyone, at least for now. You pull a fake smile. “Sure, show me around.”

You swore Jaemin’s sweet smile widens. “Perfect. I’m Na Jaemin and you are…?”

The hand extends out to shake yours and you feel your eyebrows raise up furrowing as you had to think of a name for yourself. You remember you even given yourself a brand new name when enrolling into this school. You really had everything planned from the get-go.

“Y/n.” You tell him as you softly shake him by the hand. Jaemin was taking notes mentally already of your name, he found you mysterious. And he loves mysterious especially for a curious guy like he is you are a dangerous box for him to find.

He smiles. “Y/n huh? Pretty name. I’ll meet you in the cafeteria. It’s by the right side of you go straight ahead. Don’t forget that.”

“I won’t forget.” Not like you can. It’s not actually your first time being at this school.

You nearly forgot how nerving it must be being the new student. Especially when you’re standing in front of the class front of everyone, the teacher trying to make the class settle down and go quiet so you could introduce yourself.

“Come on kids settle down, it’s a Monday morning you shouldn’t be so hyperactive and happy.” The teacher glimpses back to you and the students with a sarcastic tone.

The students settle down. You recognise some of them. How can you forget after all? They all did you wrong.

Ningning, the most popular girl in the school who makes everything a competition if a slightest person gets more attention than her. She is popularity itself. People often refer to her as Queen of popularity. But you’re determined to overtake her, make her life a hell like she did to you.

Then there was Chenle. He was pretty wealthy and he got away with many many things you saw him do. He doesn’t even know you saw him do it because back then, you were someone else. You were nearly broken.

And you can’t forget Jaemin. Na Jaemin. The boy who does everything so effortlessly. The school heartthrob. The most popular guy you could ever think about. Jaemin is a social network. He was everything you have to be careful of.

‘Unless you’re going to use him.’ You thought to yourself.

The teacher gave you a sign to start when you’re ready and you clear your worrisome thoughts putting on a friendly smile. You bow your head. “Hello I’m Y/n I hope we all get along well.” The students welcome you by clapping their hands as you take a seat down at the middle section. You thought it was perfect if you sat there considering you didn’t want to be at the back like before.

Students were surprised by how pretty you are too, especially the boys in the class seem to be gossiping already, which just makes Ningning on edge. The new girl was already rousing up people saying how cute you look.

Jaemin smirks raising his hand. “Sir can I sit next to Y/n? I promised to show her around at lunch.” He smugly told to everyone so they can all wow and gasp. You’re already on first name basis and it made everyone’s lips widen.

You find Jaemin already so annoying that he’s sticking by you but this makes your job so much easier.

He just doesn’t know who you are it makes this all so much funnier how he’s doing everything he can to be around you. Hip to hip.

“You may.” The teacher said dismissing it so the lesson can go on. Jaemin moves to the next vacant chair and table next to your desk where you sat and he gives you a healing warm smile.

He starts to admire you from the side profile. You really look like a doll from any angle. Jaemin raised an eyebrow though. “Do you perhaps have a sister or anything?” Jaemin now said thinking. “Or is this your first time enrolling?”

He has a feeling he knows you from somewhere but he cannot brush it away without asking straight up.

Your eyes widen. “Sister? No… It’s my first time enrolling.” You mumble quietly not wanting to attract much attention to his question either. It’s best to act dumb and play along.

Jaemin let’s out a soft ‘huh’. He wasn’t sure why he thought you’d had an older sister or something. “Hm okay then.”

“Anyways, Y/n. What school did you come from before then?” He smiles watching you.

You don’t even bother to look at him, Jaemin found it so interesting how you’re listening to the lesson while not even paying much mind to him. “I was homeschooled.”

You had to be especially careful not to reveal too much of your past to him, but you can say you were homeschooled.

He leans closer. “Did you ever go to a school like this before then?”

“Nope.”

“Not even once?”

“No.”

“Wow… you must suck at socialising then Y/n. I mean… you sounded pretty angry with me when we first met.”

You wanted to slam your pencil and tell him to stop speaking when you’re in middle of a lesson trying to catch up with some work but you couldn’t do that to him otherwise you’d explode. And it might get you in trouble.

You patiently bite down on your tongue and pray Jaemin just shuts up. “I was in a grumpy mood, don’t pay mind to my tone.” You grit your teeth as you spoke and Jaemin smirks.

He knows he’s getting to you. “Am I annoying you Y/n?” Jaemin would ask you as if he didn’t know that he was, but it felt much nicer to hear it from you. You lift your face up with a heavy sigh away from the paper you’re writing class notes in as you turn to look at him.

“Yes, yes you are. I’m trying to write these class notes.” You say to him truthfully trying to put the hint across and Jaemin let’s out a soft ‘awh’ at you.

“Look at you trying to be a good student already. Can I copy some of the notes from you?” He smirks watching your expression twitch a little.

‘What a dick.’ You thought to yourself as if you never experienced people leeching off you again.

“Will you shut up if you do?” You sigh desperate for some peace and quiet over here as you see Jaemin smirk nodding. “Of course.”

You don’t know if you can believe him. Actually you don’t. But you did this anyways and handed your notes to him so he can take a copy of it on the paper he owns.

You snatch your paper away once he was done out his hand and he sheepishly smirks leaning closer whispering to you when you’re going back to writing down on the paper.

“Thank you Y/n.” Jaemin whispers pulling away.

“No problem, Jaemin.” You sarcastically said with a tone that wasn’t so nice and upbeat to him, whispering it back.

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“And a half”

Pairings: Neteyam X Na’vi!Reader SMUT

Word count: 3.1k

READER AND NETEYAM ARE AGED UP TO 20!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, degrading, swearing, spanking, hair pulling.

Summary: You live with the sully’s since your parents died when you were younger. You had invited friends over and they asked you how big you think your bestfriend Neteyams cock was, and he heard you. He takes you to the forest and fucks you silly to prove how big he is.

Y/n’s POV

“So y/n since you and neteyam are bestfriends and live together surely you’ve seen it, my ears twitch and my eyes widen “no i havent?” i laugh nervously, even though I haven’t seen it my mind always wonder’s how big it is, the thickness and the colour, i clench my thighs together to sooth the warm heartbeat in my core, memories of me touching myself to the thought of his long thick cock inside me. “how long do you think it is” my friends question breaks me out of my thoughts, i look at her as she smirks “quiet down remember i live with them, anyone can hear” my friends scoot closer to me “I can imagine its 18 inches” I whisper and my friends giggle “you guys are unbelievable” kiri walks in and laughs “dont you dare say a word to him” i plead her “dont worry i wont” dhe laughs “by the way your friends need to be home theyre parents are calling for them” they jump up “we’ll see you later” “cya” they walk away. “So y/n” kiri looks at me and wiggles her eyebrows “shut it kiri” i get embarrassed and I head towards the door “y/n” i hear someone call out my name and i turn around neteyam “hey” i gulp praying to eywa that he hadnt heard the previous conversation i had with my friends just moments ago, he smirks “wanna go flying?” i let out a sigh ���of course” i smile then i start walking, neteyam not too far behind me “so y/n, i think your friends fancy me a little” i crinkle my nose “whys that?” i turn to face him, he looks down at me “well they were asking about my size, so they must have some interest in me” my stomach drops, oh no oh no shit. I wanna shrink in a hole, my best friend heard me talking about his dick. He leans down and whispers in my ear “18 and a half inches” my eyes widen, his hot breath fans on my neck “i-i dont know what your talking about” i look away from him in hopes he drops it “domt act like you werent talking about the size of my dick with your friends, how many times have you thought about my cock?” he rubs his hand on my cheek and i look up at him, my face is burning, my heart is beating as if its gonna explode “how many times y/n” my core tingles “a few times” i mumble this is so embarrassing, i mentally face palm “did you happen to be..touching yourself any of those times?” my breathe gets caught in my throat, my bestfriend is asking if i touch myself? a random burst of confidence hits me “maybe” I smirk. His eyes widen and he gulps “dont go all shy on me now teyam, i answered your question” i push him against a tree behind him “maybe isnt the answer i want” his raspy voice sends tingles down my spine “fine, i do touch myself to the thought of your thick cock inside me, making me see the stars” I run my hand down his stomach all the way to his thighs, his breathing quickens and his skin heats up, I lower to my knees. I look up and i smirk at him, his eyes looking down at me half opened, ears perking up high, slight pink shade spread across his face and his mouth slightly agape. “Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me neteyam?” i place my hand over his clothed cock and I palm it softly, he sucks in a quick breathe “so many times y/n” he whimpers, i quicken my pace palming him harder and faster, his stomach raising and falling fast because of how hard and fast hes breathing, i smirk. “Tell me what you’ve pictured me doing” I look up at him giving him doe eyes as i slowly remove the cloth covering his cock “fuck um..” he clears his throat as he watches me remove his clothing, once ive fully pulled his clothing off his long cock springs out and hits his stomach, shit he wasnt lying 18 and half inches, i take him in my hand its so warm. Pre-cum slowly oozes out the top and I look up at him and smirk “come on tell me neteyam, what have you thought about me doing” “kinda like what your doing right now y/n” i smirk, i place one hand on his thigh then the other ome holding his warm member “details would be nice teyam” i let go of his cock, i bring my hand to my mouth then i spit into my hand. “i always thought about us doing this, you wrapping your soft plump lips around my cock.”

i squeeze my thighs together “your so dirty, thinking if your best friend doing that” i take him back in my hand and I pump him a few times, his eyes flutter shut “thats it y/n” i look up at him “open your eyes and look at me” he does as I say, he looks into my eyes and my core burns “what else do you think about” i pump him faster “i-fuck.. ive thought about you underneath me, screaming my name while i fuck you silly” he moans at the last words, holy shit i need him so badly. I scoot closer to him so his tip his almost touching my lips, i slowly lick his tip, tasting his pre-cum and I moan softly against him “so warm” he thigh muscles tense at my touch, lower my head taking more of him into my mouth breathe y/n breathe i remind myself to breathe through my nose so i dont gag “never thought i’d actually get you like this, all to myself” i look up at him then I slowly pull my head back letting him fall out of my mouth with a pop noise “n-no y/n i need your warm mouth on me” he whines once ive stood up “you’ll get it dont worry” i place my hand on his cheek and i softly caress it, he places his hand onto of mine then crashes his lips on mine, i grind against him softly trying to gain some friction between my thighs. He smirks into the kiss then pulls away “desperate are we y/n?” his arms snakes around my waist then softly spanks my ass “neteyam sully did you just hit me” i laugh “just a love tap” he smirks then he quickly slips us around so im pressed up against the tree. My eyes widen as i look up at him, he runs his hands down my chest, stopping at my clothed boobs “may i?” he tugs at the strings of my top softly “please” i whine, as soon as the words leave my mouth i watch his big hands tear my top revealing my boobs, his eyes widen then he looks back up at me “touch them please” he doesnt say a word, he takes my right boob into his hand and squeezes it softly, i moan at his touch hes so warm and his actions are rough i love it. He then lowers his head towards my other boob then takes my nipple in his mouth “fuck neteyam” i clench my thighs together, his hot tongue runs across my sensitive nipple then i place my hand on his head pushing him closer to my chest. My chest is falling and rising as plays with me “teyam i need you inside of me” i whisper, i lower my hand down to stroke his cock but he steps away from my body, i look at him confused had i done something wrong?. “You’ll get what you want soon, lay down now” he looks into my eyes giving me a stern look, i lower my body down then I lay my body on the ground “good girl” he praises me as he lowers to his knees, my breathe hitches at the praise and I grow more restless. He climbs on top of me, his eyes switching from my chest to my eyes “i wanna hear about your fantasies about me” he smirks, i push his braids out of his face and he lowers his face towards my chest “better start talking y/n or i wont be touching you anytime soon” he looks into my eyes and smirks revealing his fangs “fine” i pout, he places softly kisses all over my chest “i started touching myself to the thought of you when i had turned fiftee-” i was cut off by the boys laugh “shit that young?” he looks at me and laughs, my face heats up from embarrassment and i bring my hands to cover my face “no no dont be embarrassed y/n im flattered, you couldnt resist me” he smirks as he lowers his face back to my chest, slowly kissing all the way down to my stomach, i move my hands off my face “oh shut up you skxwang i was a horny fifteen year old with a boy around me all the time” he chuckles against my skin “now get to the good part” he runs his tongue down my stomach all the way to my thigh, i let out a soft moan and i grip his hair “i..i would think you were in between my legs pushing in two of your fingers inside of me” i clear my throat this is so embarrassing i mentally let out a scream “you dirty little girl” he looks up at me and a moan escapes my lips at his words. I look down at him and he has a surprised expression on his face “what?” i question him “you like being degraded” my face flushes.

he sits up then climbs on tops of me once again “does my little slut like how bad i speak to her?” he lowers his face towards my neck, he softly sucks at my skin “oh neteyam” i place my hands on the back back of his neck and i wrap my legs around his waist “please i need you so badly” i whine as i grind against him trying to look for a way to ease the throbbing in between my thighs “so needy” he mumbles in my ear then licks a stripe down my neck.

My eyes stay glued on him as he places kisses all over my thighs, hes driving me crazy hes so close to my aching pussy but yet he wont do anything “neteyam if your not gonna do anything then ill go find someone else to help me” i let out a frustrated groan, i'm so sexually frustrated i need him to touch me so badly but he wont, i let out a yelp when I feel him nip at my thigh with his fangs “your funny if you think im gonna let anyone else ever touch you again” his raspy voice mumbles against my skin “your mine now, you belong to neteyam sully” he slowly pulls down my clothing as i nod my head. I hiss as I feel the cool breeze graze against my exposed pussy, i look down at neteyam and hes basically drooling “wipe the drool off your mouth” i let out a snarky comment “your so wet, all for me” he looks into my eyes as he lowers his head between my thighs “need to taste you so bad” is all i hear him say before his tongue licks a stripe through my wet pussy “shit” i close my eyes “so good” he mumbles as he repeats his action, this time his tongue stops at my sensitive clit and sucks it softly and slowly “oh my god” i let out a sigh. He continues to suck my sensitive bud, i let out a loud moan and I grip his hair, i feel his large fingers rubbing against my opening “please” i whimper. I sound pathetic but he loves it. He listens to what i say and slowly inserts one finger into my slick opening “o-oh fuck” my back archs slightly as he finger grazes my walls, he slowly curls his finger inside of me just grazing a certain spot inside me causing me to let out a cry “another one please” i beg for him to add another finger, i need a release so bad. He does as I say and slowly slides another finger inside me, i tug his hair roughly and he groans against me sending vibrations through my core “your so fucking good at this neteyam” i push his face closer into my pussy “faster” i whine as i arch my back more, he speeds up his figure eight motions on my clit and curls his fingers once again “m’ so close, please neteyam” i squeeze my eyes shut as he moves his fingers inside me faster “fuck i-im gonna let go” i pant, i feel the hot white wave of pleasure surf through my body, i let out a string of moans mixed with neteyams name, my back arches towards the sky and my thighs close together with his head still between my legs still sucking me dry “f-fuck i cant… handle it” my legs start shaking as he continues “s-stop i cant t-take it” i beg as my body starts trembling from overstimulation. My body relaxes as he pulls away from my pussy, i look at him through my half opened eyes, my juices all around his mouth “you taste so good y/n” he softly rubs my trembling thighs “y-your so good at that” i pant as i try to catch my breath “arent you lucky i am” he smirks as he climbs on top of me again, his rock hard cock pressed against my thigh “put it inside me” i place my hands on his cheeks “you sure you can take it already after that?” he looks into my eyes reassuring i want to “yes please i need you” i nod, i use my thumb to wipe my juices off his cheek, i then place my thumb in my mouth and i suck my juices off my thumb, i feel his cock twitch against my thigh “you drive me crazy y/n” he pants as i grabs his cock and alines it with my entrance “if it becomes too much tell me to stop and i will” he looks into my eyes, i giggle “even when your able to ruin me your still a gentleman” i rub his cheek and he slowly slides inside me. We both gasp once he’s fully inside me “your so fucking warm y/n” i look into his eyes as he slowly starts moving, pulling himself out then pushing back in “you fill me so well” i whimper as he speeds up “you suck me in so well” he replies, low grunts and groans escape his lips making me love it even more. I wrap my arms around his torso and I dig my nails into his back “mark me” he pants as he thrusts in and out of me hard, i do as he says, i drag my nails down his back earning a hiss from him. “Flip over” He whispers in my ear, i do as he says. I prop myself up on my knees, my head on the ground.

with my ass in the air waiting for him to enter inside me again, i gasp as i feel him quickly thrust inside me “shit” I scream. He places his hand on my ass and squeezes it, his thrusts become harder and faster i could tell hes close “fucking hell..i..love your cock” i struggle to form any words “filling me so w-well” he rubs my back with one hand then his other grips my waist, i clench around him and i hear him groan “your mine forever” he groans as I clench around him once again “now you wont have to guess how big i am” I can even hear the smirk in his voice “y-yeah i wont be talking to my friends a-about your cock anymore” I moan after i finish my sentence “your all mine, y-your cock is a-all mine and mine only” I feel his cock twitch inside me, were both extremely close “i’m bout t-to cum” i let out a pant, his grip on my waist gets tighter “such a good little slut letting me use her wet cunt” he spanks my ass, his words tip me over the edge, my body shakes as my second orgasm rolls over my body “oh my fuck” i let out a scream as neteyam lowers his hand on clit and rubs it slowly increasing the pleasure to my orgasm “thats it baby let it out” he thrusts into me harder as he tries to search for his high “gonna cum inside you yeah?” he spanks my ass once again and smirks at the red handprint “p-please cum inside me, need you inside” i say weakly as my body continues shaking “fuck fuck fuck” i feel his body shake against mine as his hot cum spills inside me “your so fucking good y/n” he grips my hair and pulls me up so im sitting on his lap while his cum still spills out inside of me “your mine” he wraps his hand around my neck as he whimpers in my ear, i grind against him slowly helping him ride out his high “t-that was so good” he pants in my ear “now maybe you’ll remember 18 and a half inches”.

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after hours (part 3)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the parent teacher night conference is here and you finally realize how popular toji is with all the women in megumi's school. good thing you're the only one who goes home with toji at the end of the day. ☆ tags: modernAU, babysitterAU ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI! dirty talk, foreplay, slight power dynamic, and more dirty talk. ☆ a/n: 3/3 on mentioning jacob elordi in this series should i kms 🤭 anyway this was only partial smut but i promise you toji is going to dick y/n down in the next chapter so hard (ᵔ.ᵔ) so get read for it 😈 also i'm rly liking where the story is going esp for toji x gojo x y/n ahhhh ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑ 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

“c’mon guys, i really need to figure out which outfit to wear!” you plead to shoko and utahime, while holding up a black jumpsuit on one hand and a black cocktail dress on the other. shoko and utahime are currently too busy building and decorating their joint animal crossing island to really pay attention to any of your bullshit (and you know it) but you cannot help but feel a bit anxious for tonight. you wanted to look good for dinner and toji, but also professional and respectable for the parent teacher conference.

utahime turns to you and frowns. “i just don’t think either of those are good, if i’m being honest…” she trails off. “i mean, who wears a cocktail dress to a parent teacher conference?”

shoko also turns around and sees the black cocktail dress and eyes it carefully, before finally recognizing it. “i’ve literally seen you wear that to a frat party and now you’re considering wearing that megumi’s school?” she questioned, looking skeptically at the dress.

“okay, so jumpsuit it is.” you say, heading back to your room. you pair the black jumpsuit with some layered dainty gold necklaces and rings and a pair of slightly dirty yet reliable white sneakers with your favorite pair of frilly socks with bow ties on them. you decide to leave your hair down with all its natural curls and grab your bag. you quickly send a text to toji before heading out:

y/n: heading out soon, cya in 8 🤍

you say goodbye to shoko and utahime, still engrossed in trying to make their cottagecore witch themed island of their dreams, and drive over to toji’s house. you’re not entirely sure when you started to feel anxious, but by the time you pull up to toji’s driveway, it takes everything in you to not hurl out your insides the minute you open your car door.

c’mon y/n, you’ve babysat here hundreds of times. why’s this any time different? well for starters, toji ate you out last time. your very poor pep talk barely made you get out of the car and ring toji’s doorbell. you bite your lip and tuck your hair behind you ears, wondering if toji will say something regretful about the time you spent together last night.

sure you aren’t that emotionally attached to him by any means, but you would be lying if you said you wouldn’t feel hurt if he says something along the lines of “this was a mistake”. your thoughts are interrupted by the door finally opening, and coming face to face with toji. your eyes millk in the sight of him, and your breath is quite literally taken away. you think you’ve never seen him clean up this nice, as he’s wearing a crisp navy blue shirt and a pair dark slim pants. fuck me.

“h-hey toji,” you say, greeting him with a slight smile.

"hey, pumpkin," he says, grabbing your arm and pulling you in. he closes the door, and you walk inside. before you know it, toji grabs your arms and swings you around to face him, your body flush against his chest. you squeak at the quick movement and before you can understand what is happening, toji's lips crash into yours. you're taken by surprise, but you immediately melt into his kiss, all your anxiety evaporating.

you stand on your tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss. you wish there was a way to press your lips even closer to toji's, mimicking the movement of his lips while you tried to ignore how soaked your panties were even though the night just started.

toji leans down and grips your ass tightly and picks you up. almost on instinct, you wrap your legs around his hips, slightly rocking them into his torso while he lightly presses you up against the wall. god, he could just take you right here, right now.

he feels your hips rocking onto him, breaks off the kiss, leaving you whining for more. "already looking for some action?" he teases.

you don't even have a good response for him because he's right: you are looking for some action. down there if you're being specific. and you don't care that he started it first. you nod a pathetic "mhmm" and throw your head back as he leans in to lick your neck and mark his territory. you don't even care that everyone would be able to see the hickey toji is leaving if it meant he didn't stop what he was doing.

"alright, keep holding onto me, pumpkin. i wanna touch you..." toji trails off, as he lets one hand off your ass. your legs remain wrapped tightly around his waist, and your breaths get shorter and louder as his fingers trail up from your hips to your chest. wait, has toji never touched your tits before?

your brain doesn't get a chance to ponder on the thought when toji gives your tits a harsh squeeze and you illicit an almost inappropriately long sigh, trying your hardest to contain your volume. toji groans, loving the response that just his hands over your clothed chest has on you. he gives your hardened buds the attention they craved, pinching and playing with them, as you started to beg toji for more.

"please, please, you know this isn't enough for me~" you complain, squeezing your legs even tighter against his waist. at this point, you were pathetically humping his waist, desperately trying to get some friction in the area you needed it the most.

toji responds by pushing you harder against the wall, your head rolling back as the sensitive buds on your chest sent electricity all throughout your body. if you weren't horny before, you sure are now.

you're about to ask (read: beg) toji to unzip your jumpsuit, when you and toji both hear little pitter patter footsteps coming down the stairs. megumi.

toji immediately shifts you back on to the floor, and you smooth out your jumpsuit and hair while toji adjusts the tent in his pants. you're still trying to regulate your breathing when megumi comes down the stairs. his eyes wild with excitement when he sees you and dashes towards you for a hug.

"megumiii" you greet him cheerfully, your arms open for a hug. you've always had a soft spot for this kid, and you pick him up when he approaches. god, he's getting bigger and bigger each day, you think as you realize he's heavier than he was when you first started babysitting him. "how was your dayyyy" you say in a sing song voice.

"it was fine...yuji brought his fruit scented markers to class today and i used the grossest flavored marker to draw on yuta's face during nap time." he says so unbothered that your jaw drops.

"umm...wow...okay...so that's a lot. i thought we talked about drawing on yuta's face during nap time." you frown. you remember when you were babysitting megumi a few weeks ago when the landline got a call from school about megumi getting in trouble and yuta crying because his face smelled bad. poor kid.

"i know but this time this new girl, nobara, dared me to do it, i had to!" he defends, as you put him down. you watch as toji chuckles at how fond the two of you are. he sighs with content and kneels down to help megumi put on his shoes.

"we'll talk about this later but peer pressure is never any good." you lecture as you hold the door open for megumi and toji. you lock eyes with toji, and he mouths a thank you before taking over and locking the door.

toji helps megumi get into his range rover while you hop into the passenger seat. you quickly check your phone and see two texts:

shoko: how's stepmomming going? me n utahime are scamming children on discord for mushroom diy recipes :)

satoru: ugh that girl who i was supposed to hook up w tn just bailed on me should i kms?

you quickly send a response to shoko that you were on the way to the restaurant and to be nice to the children, and open satoru's message and give it a thumbs up reaction. you're determined to have no distractions tonight.

toji takes you and megumi to a nice, but not too fancy, sushi place downtown, nearby megumi's school. over dinner, you hear megumi talk more about his friendship with yuji, which warms your heart. throughout dinner, you and toji sneak glances and smiles with one another, and you feel like a high schooler again.

you notice between conversations with megumi that toji has been nonstop staring at the tv screen behind you, and you quickly take a turn to see it’s the collegiate basketball game taking place. 

“i didn’t know you were into basketball, toji.” you muse, never pegging him as someone who would enjoy watching sports in general. you get no response from toji — it’s almost like he didn’t hear you while his eyes were glued to the screen. 

“toji. toji! TOJI!” you snap, in front of his face, finally getting his attention. “what’s going on, dude, talk to me.” you ask, confused as to why his expression turned scornful when your home team missed a three pointer.

“oh, sorry. i got really into the game, my bad pumpkin.” he says, eyes still glued to the screen. “just gimme a quick minute, i’ve got some money i’ve bet on our team tonight…” he trails off, quickly shooting you a forced grin before zoning out at the tv again. 

you’re a bit irked that he’s paying more attention to the game than you and megumi but you let it slide. why would he bet on a stupid basketball game anyway, you think. 

you and megumi make small talk while you help him eat his dragon roll before the game finishes and and toji rejoins the table mentally. you hear him groan in frustration before shooting off a quick text. poor guy probably lost his bet. “anyway, what did i miss? sorry about that, guys.”

“nothing!” megumi chirps, before slightly frowning. “also…i can’t finish my dragon roll anymore, daddy. can you help?” 

“of course, kiddo.” toji grins, before taking a napkin and wiping soy sauce off of megumi’s face.

“oh my god, you’re soooo babygirl,” you unexpectedly say. you have no idea where that came from, but you mean it. seeing any soft side of a big man like toji just has your heart melt into a puddle. 

toji raises an eyebrow, while chewing his son’s unfinished dragon roll pieces. "the fuck does that mean?” he says through bites. he’s not totally offended by it -- more so intrigued than anything else.

“i dunno, it’s like when big built guys like you are soft on the inside, you know. it’s just…cute. it’s babygirl.” you laugh, while explaining. you cannot believe you’re having this conversation with toji, but you can’t believe it even more when he laughs. 

“then i guess i’m your babygirl, pumpkin.” he winks at you, inadvertently making your heart skip a beat.

all three of you share pleasantries for the rest of the dinner, the topics ranging from toji losing his bet in the basketball game to megumi trying to convince his dad to get pet dogs. when the waiter comes out with the check, toji reaches in his pockets to retrieve his wallet, only to find it empty.

"oh shit, my bad. i think i left my wallet at home." toji apologizes to the waiter and you. "gah, that's what being a single parents does to you, i guess..." he trails off, making you feel bad for him.

"it's okay, i'll grab it!" you say, covering for dinner. you recall toji promising you dinner yesterday, and you also recall your friends making fun of his broke ass and find yourself holding back a laugh at the situation you're in. god, maybe he is a gigolo, you think as you sign off on the bill and head out to the parent teacher night.

megumi’s school is close enough to walk to, so all three of you are able to take a nice stroll in the heart of the city. as you approach megumi’s fancy private school (where does toji get the money to even pay tuition for this place?), you start shivering as the cool autumn breeze starts to get stronger. you wish you had brought something heavier than this cardigan but toji immediately notices, and wordlessly starts taking off his coat and wrapping it around your shoulders. 

“oh! toji, you didn’t -“ you start, feeling immediately less cold, partially due to toji’s sweater and partially due to your face heating up at toji’s actions. 

“don’t worry about it, pumpkin,” toji says, pulling you closer and leaning close to ear. “you can pay me back once we get home,” he whispers in a low voice, and you swallow, trying to maintain your composure as you walk into the school. 

megumi immediately finds nobara and yuji messing around in the hallways and runs to join them. you feel the warmth of toji’s arms around you disappear and you frown. 

“gimme a second, i gotta talk to one of the dads here real quick…” toji mumbles, seeming displeased about having to speak with this person.

“everything okay?” you ask. 

“uh…yeah. remember how i lost the basketball bet. well…he’s who i lost to.” toji sighs, giving the man a nod as he sulks towards him. you keep your eyes on toji as he seemed crankier than usual talk to the man about the basketball game. wait, where did he get the money to pay up? didn’t he say he forgot his wallet?

your thoughts are interrupted by irritating snickers and high pitched jeers coming a couple yards away from you. you turn to see a group of five or so older women (perhaps they were around toji’s age?) avoiding eye contact with you (but miserably failing). you’re not sure but you think you hear one of them say something along the lines of “that’s the gold digger megumi’s dad is dating now” and “i saw them kissing last night and she was barely wearing a skirt”. 

you really try hard to not laugh, but you accidentally let out a snort loud enough for them to hear. gold digger? if only they knew you had to cover for toji today during dinner, and that he hadn’t paid you in a week. ugh, fuck you really should get on that. 

trying to avoid eavesdropping on what these insecure women were saying about you, you pull out your phone and check your texts, and see one from satoru: 

saturo: do u think u would get off to step mom porn more or less now that you fucked toji?

oh my god, how many times do you have to tell this guy you didn’t fuck toji…yet. you start typing a lengthy response about the inappropriate text, when you’re interrupted by one of the women tapping your shoulder. 

“hi!” she chirps with conspicuous artificial delight. “i know it’s all the rage in your age to go thrifting, but you look really unprofessional coming to school here wearing that oversized piece of garbage.” her smile is dripping with poison. 

“i’ll be sure to let toji know you think about his coat. thanks.” you respond stoically before making eye contact with toji and marching towards him. 

“those ladies bothering you, pumpkin?” toji muses, ruffling your hair slightly. 

“nothing i can’t handle,” you wink. 

“toji, you may step inside the classroom!” megumi’s teacher calls from the homeroom door. toji motions for you to come with him and you do, not sure why you’re feeling a bit anxious about meeting megumi’s teacher. is she going to say something about how much you let megumi watch euphoria? what if you’re teaching him multiplication incorrectly, even though you’re an excellent student? your thoughts are immediately put at bay when, three minutes into the meeting with megumi’s teacher, you realize she has not looked at your or addressed you even once. 

in fact, she’s only looking at toji. not just looking at him, she’s full on flirting with him. 

“oh, toji stop it!” she laughs when toji says he doesn’t do much when helping megumi with his homework. “you’re sooo funny!” you can’t even focus on anything she’s saying about megumi’s performance in his classes. all you're focused on is how she always needs to be touching toji somewhere when talking to him — his arms, his shoulders, and (this one you had to commend her for pulling off) lightly grazing his thigh when he sat down.

“how does he interact with the other kids?” you ask, thinking of poor yuta. 

megumi’s teacher completely ignores you and pretends you didn’t ask anything, and proceeds to “accidentally” “drop” all of her notes on the floor. she bends over to reach them while abruptly stopping a couple feet from toji, and makes a show of apologizing while her pencil skirt hugs her ass. “oh my god, i can be so clumsy sometimes,” she apologizes. 

you do everything in your power to not burst out laughing at how absurd this night is, starting from the the group of women outside the hall to megumi’s own teacher. you make a mental note to tease toji about how popular he is with the moms and teachers at school. meanwhile, toji is off staring at the classroom decorations, smiling specifically at megumi’s artwork that’s being displayed on the wall. he’s so engrossed in it and other similar classroom art that he doesn’t even hear how the teacher moans pornographically when she sits down and takes off her pencil heels, saying “these shoes are just killing my feet, toji…”

“oh uh, okay. that sucks. anything pressing about my son or can we go now?” toji says, finally paying attention to megumi’s teacher. he snakes his arm around your waist, pulling your closer into him, and you take in his warmth. 

“o-oh yeah. no it’s fine, i hope to see you again tomorrow when you pick him up,” she says with anticipation. 

“um, yeah. okay, um. bye!” toji remarks, clearly not catching onto any innuendos or deeper meanings behind anything she’s saying. 

you and toji walk out of the classroom and you immediately stifle a laugh. “woooow, everyone is just sooo obsessed with you here~” you joke. “megumi’s teacher was totally hitting on you!”

“oh yeah, i know. she’s been hitting on me since the beginning of the school year,” he says, taking you by surprise. “why, pumpkin? you jealous?” he says as he squeezes you hips. 

“oh really? you just…didn’t seem to care…” you say, intrigued. you look up at him, searching for some answers but he just shrugs. 

“not my type, really.”

you raise your eyebrows, not even realizing when you start giggling. you probably shouldn’t say what you’re going to say next but you can’t help it. “well, who is your type?” you ask coyly. 

“let me just show you,” toji says and grabs your jaw with his large hand and kisses you square in the mouth, in front of everyone in the hallway. albeit, the only people who actually cared were the group of women who were jeering at you earlier in the night and you think you hear them gasp. you smile into the kiss, resulting in toji chuckling. “let’s go, yeah?”

you nod, and get megumi from his friends and all three of you shuffle back to toji’s range rover. the minute you get in, you crank the seat warmer setting to high, trying not to shiver so loudly. 

megumi immediately starts talking. “i had so much fun with nobara and yuji!” he says excitedly. 

“yeah? what did you kiddos talk about?” toji asks, backing out of the parking lot. god he looks so hot while driving. he has one hand on the wheel and the other hand resting softly on your thigh. you lace your fingers with his and squeeze. he squeezes back and you feel butterflies.

“we talked about euphoria!” he yells with excitement. you stop squeezing toji's hand and your jaw drops. you’re at a loss for words. what the hell are these kids doing watching euphoria? “nobara told us to watch it, and that guy on euphoria is soooo tall did you know? super tall just like your friend that came over a couple weeks ago, remember y/n? the one who was super tall and was wearing glasses and had white ha-“

“ohhh-kayyy megumi, thank you so much for that recap”, you say nervously, absolutely dreading asking megumi ever about his recap of the night. you sneak a glance at toji and see him smirking. suddenly, you were not shivering anymore and the car was actually really hot. “y-you shouldn’t be watching that show, you know.” you say, trying to change the topic.

“who was this guy that came over? i wanna hear more about that,” toji teases, sneaking a quick glance at you before his eyes return to the road. 

“he’s no one, i swear. he just dropped off some pain meds for me from when i got my wisdom teeth removed,” you say. it’s the truth, too. you literally asked satoru to be discrete when dropping off the medicine he picked up for you for this exact reason but he kept on trying to see the house because “no one broke could afford this place”. you don’t want to be known as that babysitter that brings a guy over when the parents are out, especially if that parent is toji. and especially if nothing happened.

toji smirks at how defensive you're getting, trying to go above and beyond to show that you were only his. to be quite honest, it was turning him on and he slams on the gas a bit harder to get home faster. toji pulls up to the driveway of his home and opens the garage, and megumi immediately opens the car door and sprints to the bathroom, while the both you chuckle at how cute he is. 

“so this guy...he your boyfriend or somethin', pumpkin?”, toji jokes. 

“what if i said yes to that, huh? would you ask me to go home?” you press, cracking a slight smile. 

toji doesn’t think it’s funny. he thinks it’s fucking hilarious. his hands touch your thigh and start roaming upwards. “absolutely not pumpkin. i’d wanna know if you guys fucked in my house.” your breath hitches and you swallow. 

“w-we didn’t, i swear,” you start, trying to control your breathing and not fold when toji digs his fingers into your inner thigh. 

“hm, a shame. would’ve loved to seen your back getting blown out from the security cams…” he trails off, squeezing your inner thigh and forcing your leg to open a bit more. even though you’re still fully clothed, you feel exposed by the action, and unintentionally shift your hips slightly which earns a smirk from toji. he leans even closer to you and whispers in your ear, “it would’ve been my new favorite porno. i'd jerk off to it every chance i got.”

this time, you audibly moan. you don’t even care that his dirty talk involves you getting your back blown by satoru. you don't care that you would enthusiastically get your back blown out by satoru if it meant toji would be watching. the thought of him seeing you in such a vulnerable exposing position just turns you on even more, and you suddenly need him. “just take me right now, please. i’ll do anything,” you plead, leaning towards toji for a kiss. 

“oh, i know you will do anything pumpkin.” toji coos, leaning back and stopping your kiss inches before you reach his lips by snaking his hand around your neck, applying the slightest bit of pressure. your breath hitches and you muster a weak "please".

“let’s get inside first, pumpkin.”

[mvskedxrtist]

Dirty Little Player

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: PwP, Mommy Kink, Praising, Degration, Hypersensitivity, Slight Humiliation, Thigh Riding, Slight Caught in the Act

Nᴏᴛᴇ: This was the other fandom I had a few ideas for so you might as well get them now! Sorry there hasn't been any smut in a while, I've been really busy with school and the first quarter is ending this week so I'm trying to get stuff in before I can get to writing.

AFAB!Reader x Leviathan - Dirty Little Player

It was a normal day in the House of Lamentation, Leviathan staying in his room to play a new game he got, Satan reading in his bedroom, Beelzebub eating another large snack in the kitchen while Belphegor was sleeping on the couch with his pillow. Lucifer was out at Diavolo's castle, Mammon was also out gambling, and Asmodeus and you were in his room, gossiping a bit.

"You know, we should go shopping soon. All of us." You had suggested to Asmo as he laughed a bit and sighed. "Yeah, that might never happen, I've tried and even when you're here, they won't go. Well not as much I guess. But still, honey we might as well just shop together tomorrow since we both know, anyone else might not. Maybe Mammon or Satan but that's all I can think of." Asmo muttered and shrugged his shoulders while doing his makeup.

You nodded your head a bit and sighed before getting up from the bed. "I'll cya later, Asmo. I got some homework to finish." You waved bye as you left the room, hearing the beauty guru bid you bye.

You were walking towards your room when you heard the slight whines coming from Levi's room, a bit worried that he had hurt himself somehow, you walked towards his room and opened the door to see the Otaku rutting against his pillow. He had snapped out of his horny mind when he heard the door creak, shrieking softly and covering himself as he started right at you.

Oh the demon was embarrassed for sure, his huge crush just saw him rutting like a dirty little dog! "U-uhmm, Hey player two..." He said softly and looked away from you embarrassed, knowing that he just ruined his own chances to get with you. "So.. Who were you rutting off to, Levi?" You just asked all of a sudden, not realizing how embarrassing it would be to answer the question.

You had closed the door by now as you sat on his chair and looked at him. You really just wanted an answer. "Uhm.. Y-you.." He mumbled softly but you were able to catch his words. Now at first, you were embarrassed by that, but then that turned to a dirty smirk. "Oh really.. Well then, continue. Just ignore me." You wanted to tease him a bit, just to see how long he'll go before begging.

Leviathan looked embarrassed from your words but sighed and tried to get himself off on the pillow, feeling your eyes on his back. He couldn't deal with it anymore and shook her head, getting on his knees in front of you. "I-I can't!!" He told you, his face flushed from embarrassed and his neediness. "My, are you a dirty little player huh?... Get on my thigh then." You instructed him and the gamer had agreed quickly, sitting on top of your bare thigh since you were wearing shorts at the moment.

"I'll help you with this~ just be quiet unless you want your brothers to hear all of this~ the door's closed but any loud sound could attract them over~ and you wouldn't want that now would you?" You were torturing the Otaku at that point because of your teasing, he felt embarrassed that this was happening and that he could get off but that just made him harder. The purple haired male had started grinding against your thigh slowly, soft moans coming from him while your hands were holding his hips so he stayed up.

Minutes had passed while he was rutting on your thigh, you were pressing soft kisses all over his neck and near his chest that he felt flustered by. You both knew soon that he would have to release, so you decides to help him out on that sooner. You grabbed his hips and made him bounced up and down your thigh softly like he was riding it. The male was moaning a bit louder while holding onto your shoulders, loving the feel of your touch near him. "H-hah~ Mommy I'm gonna...~" Levi had kept whimpering in your ear, wanting his sweet release. He just couldn't hold it in anymore.

The next minute, the male was cumming on your thigh and your shorts, moaning while throwing his head back slightly, he felt jittery a bit but knew he was more sensitive. You kissing his lips passionately while he whimpered in it was proof enough. "H-hah... T-thanks Mommy~" He chuckled softly and laid his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You were watching him carefully and smirked a bit, kissing his forehead. "Levi, you are very lucky I like you. You dirty little player."

[zxphy]

(THE AMOUNT OF FUCKING DELAYS I'VE HAD WITH THIS FIC IS INSANE.)

☆ Quit undressing me with your eyes!!

Yandere! '12 Michealangelo x Reader

Tws/cws: Yandere behaviour, AFAB reader, sexual innuendos, obsessive/posessive tendencies, sexual content, masturbation, nonconny thoughts, rape fantasies, Mikey got mad intrusive thoughts :3

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Even though he's a teenager, Michealangelo never really got any sexual thoughts, that until he met you.

He's never ever thought or Shinigami or Renet in such lewd ways, but you...you were different.

He can't even look at you without being plagued by the thought of bending you over the nearest ledge and fucking you absolutely stupid.

Your beautiful face, your lovely curves, your bubbly personality - literally EVERYTHING about you got his dick hard.

But like, how could he not? You just looked absolutely gorgeous just sitting there comepletely oblivious to every fucked up and lewd thought going through his head.

You have no idea how much he wants to shove his cock down your throat, or force himself into you, with you holding onto him grabbing and clawing at whatever you can, begging him to stop, screaming for help only for no one to come to your aid.

Your teary eyed expression full of dread turning into one of ecstasy. Your sobs turning into pleasure filled moans, motivating him to fuck you even harder.

.

.

.

"Mikey?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at you. You were smiling at him with a bit of concern plastered on your face. "You're staring again, heh.." you laughed nervously, darting your eyes to the couch, "Hey, I bought you guys pizza!"

Quickly forgetting the vile imagery of you in his head, he grinned and bounced in the couch excitedly at the thought of his favourite food.

"Aww thanks dudette!" The turtle pulled you into an embrace, freezing as he feels your tits agaisnt his plastron.

Oh what he'd give to breed the fuck out of you right now. ♡

You pull away from the hug after a moment and pat Mikey on his head. "I'm gonna go hang out with Donnie in the lab, cya man!" Yeah that's probably be best for your safety anyway. Michealangelo doesn't think he could hold himself back much longer.

"Cya later dudette!" He waved at you as you left the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts once more.

Oh.

And a box of pizza!

Whew. That took a lot out of me to finish 👁👁

Alright I hope y'all enjoy lmfao

[starrybl1ss]

Enchanting secrets ✧˖°.

★senior/quidditch captain/slytherin!ellie williams x senior/gryffindor!reader ★warnings: making out lol, swearing, (smut in part 2 that is complete link below) ★inspo: so basically yk the drarry ships?? this is kinda basically it but with ellie & reader and the hogwarts!ellie headcannons ★please read! harry potter fans please don't come at me because the timeline of this fic is probably not accurate from the books and movies. and yes, i did watch the movie but im not really in the fandom that much so i did as much as researching as i could.

Hogwarts has been a big journey for you and all the wacky magical things happening. as now you are in senior year, the last year in hogwarts, after that you'll have do the N.E.W.T.s test that is known to be increadibly difficult.

Your really nervous, luckly your friend, Dina is a fellow gryffindor as well. And she's a smart student.

You really want to do well in the test. magic isn't as easy as flickering a wand in the air and boom! your a frog. Its much more complex than that. theory or practice, its hard.

Your now in the library with Dina, studying your ass off. its quite stressful with all the subjects.

Tomorrow is the quidditch match. your house versus slytherin. you can't wait to watch it. its always so much fun watching quidditch. you never really liked playing quidditch since it all looks so exhausting and dangerous, not like hogwarts is not itself. but you rather focus on your studies.

"Dina, im going back. real tired. you coming?" you ask the black haired girl. "Yeah all go back after its actually time for students to get back and sleep" she replied. "Cya" you left the library grabbing your books.

You walk all along the school corridors and went on the anoyying stairs that always move to a different place. its still quite busy. but only with all the seniors. running up and down.

You suddenly bump into someone. an auburn haired girl making you drop your book. "shit, sorry let me get them for you" she bent down to your knees grabbing the books you dropped.

The girl hands out the books back to you. "thanks... ellie?" you thank her while a bit skeptical if thats her name. "no problem" she replied and continues walking down the stairs.

You were right, Ellie williams. captain of the slytherin quidditch team. You see her a lot. she's a big deal. the some what 'anoyying' quidditch captain that always makes their team win in quidditch the past years shes been in hogwarts.

You continue walking up the stairs towards the 'fat lady' painting. You stood infront of the painting. "fibbertigibbet" you said as the painting opened and you step in.

Your basically the first senior to enter since everybody was busy studying while you cant take it anymore. you were too sleepy. so you changed in to your pyjamas and went to bed

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

Your sleep was interrupted by Dina. "wake upppp, it's already time for brekfast!" she shook your unconcious body. you quicky open your eyes and saw that it is perfectly 7.30 in the morning.

Your sleep felt so quick. "wait up, im gonna get dress" you got up and dressed up as Dina waited in the common room.

"Let's go Deen" you went outside the gryffindor house and quickly went down the stairs to the great hall where brekfast is served until around 8.

You went ahead and sat down and grabbed the food you wanted. chicken, again. your kind of obsessed with eating chicken by now.

You glaired at the slytherin table where you saw, ellie williams again. for some reason, since you two bumped to eachother on the stairs, you couldnt seem to get her of your mind.

Dina waved her hand infront of your face trying to stop you from zoning out and daydreaming too much. "who's the lucky guy your gonna take to dance after the exam?" Dina looks at you hoping you already have a guy to take out to the last senior prom.

"Oh uh, dunno" you slightly shook your head. "who we're you looking at anyways?" she asks curiously. "no one, just uhh.. someone that helped me grab my books when we bumped into eachother last night"

"see? i dont think thats a 'no one' after all! who is it?" she shook your shoulder excitedly. "a girl... you know? slytherin's quidditch captain?" you said nervously.

"are you kidding? ellie? you mean ellie williams? she's bad news!-" Dina said out loudly as you stopped her to make her a little more quite since there was a lot of people looking at you two.

"My god, she's so anoyying! she's our rival y/n!" she looks at you. "i knowww, but-" you stopped talking trying to think what to say next.

"but what? okay, i could quickly find you a good looking, smart, green flag gryffindor guy in a minute! it'll be easy, almost every gryffindor wants you. not to meantion, a lot of other boys from other houses would want you"

"i'll just worry about it later, whats the point of having a 'guy' that wants you but you don't want them anyways?"

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

You couln't focus the whole time in potions. you kept having your eyes on ellie making it difficult. you exited the class and went towards the bathroom to wash your face.

You went inside hearing someone crying and ofcourse it is moaning myrtle. the ghost who haunts the girls bathroom.

You saw another girl infront of the sink. you got closer and it was ellie. god, you meet her everywhere. you went to the sink next to her as you turned on the faucet.

Ellie looks at you "hey, never really catched your name last night" slightly tilting her head. "I- im- uh, y/n" you introduced yourself.

"nice meeting you"

"y-you too!" you said nervously.

"whats your next class y/n?" god, she said your name making you blush a little. suprised that she brought up a conversation. "defence againts the dark arts" you replied.

She looks at you while not sayying a thing. just admiring your face making your heart skip a beat. you couldn't handle the tension anymore.

"i should get to clas-" you stepped a bit further from her but she grabbed your left arm. "the teacher wouldn't mind you being late right?" she said teasingly.

"y-yeah he wouldn't min-" suddenly ellie pulls you in a kiss. fuck, you didn't know this would happen so quickly. you kissed her back. her hands on your waist.

"c-can we a go somewhere a little more private? Just incase...-" ellie grabs you and puts you two in one of the stalls locking the door from behind.

She pins you to the door and started giving you hickeys on your neck with you letting out choked up moans as she lifts up your sweater.

You hear someone sniffing, moaning myrtle. "Looks like things are getting a little too spicy in here. you stupid kids forgot i haunt this place? Jeez, get out!"

Shit, you totally forgot about her being her- fuck! Your missing out on professor lupin's class!

"El- ellie im missing class i should go-" you push her back a little. "See you after the match?" You nod as you went outside the stall

You ran around the corridor. 14 minutes late into proffesor lupin's class. luckly it was him teaching so he didn't make a fuss about you being late and you just said you were in the bathroom constapated as hell and he led that slide without you telling him you hooked up with the slytherin quidditch captain.

"were you that constipated? your lucky proffesor lupin isn't absent or you'd be in hell!" Dina did made a fuss about it.

You rolled your eyes and continued writing in your notebook.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

This evening the weather is perfect. Not too hot, a bit cloudy but no sign of rain. The quidditch match had begun 15 minutes ago.

Slytherin are currently in the lead. Brooms going back and forth in lightning speed.

You could care less about the match, you were drunk in love admiring ellie on her broomstick. She was your house biggest rival!

Your mouth accidently slipped "Go ell-!" Dina looks at you confused. "Shes our rival! Snap out of it!" You stayed silent gazing at ellie like your some dumb 12 year old thats so drunkly inlove.

꒰୨🔮୧꒱

The match has ended with slytherin, again. everybody went back inside the school corridor as the slytherin kids all cheered for ellie and her team.

you were completely starstruck by her. shes so... mesmorizing its driving you insane.

suddenly you felt someones arm touching yours in the crowd. you looked at your left to see... ew! its that icky popular gryffindor guy that cant seem to get your hands off you.

"hey, i was wondering if you'd want to come to the dance with m-" you cut off his words. "sorry, fully booked" you tilt your head with a smug face.

You were lying, theres been a lot of guys asking you but you just rejected all of them.

You walked away from him without looking back. as the corridor got a little less hectic, ellie approaches you. "hey, about that..." she stopped. "would you go to the yule ball with me after the exam? any chance? you already got someone... dont you?"

You giggled "i don't, ellie" you smile. she smiled back at you and pulled you in for a kiss infront of people including dina.

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★read please!

HIIII soooo its donee, sorry if i misspelt stuff. ik the pole i did alotta people voted for smut but i wanted this one to be clean???? so if you want to read the next part (that has smut) you can read it here!

lmk if you wanna see the yule ball part after the n.e.w.t.s!

[juvenile-arm]

Im just like an artist on this app n whatever but just being honest for a sec, Hobie is like the most over sexualized (maybe except for Gwen) in ATSV. Everytime I scroll on this god forsaken app all I ever see is “Hobie smut” like…

I could write sm more about this and my idea on why but for now yeah, cya

[neoballsucker]

YOU RIGHT

Summary : you and your boyfriend haven't had sex in a long time since he's busy working so you decided to do something risky

Pair : boyfriend's brother!hanbin x fem!reader

Warings : SMUT!!,fluff (?), cheating,cum eating,dick sucking,(kinda) manipulation,idk if there's any else

WC : 1.3k

you and your boyfriend were always trying hard to keep your relationship going well , you always hang out , tried new things in bed and it all was going great , you and your boyfriend were dating since college it was really hard after that since your boyfriend was always busy with his job and business trips it was really hard to keep up with eachother , you got to know his brother hanbin , hanbin was really handsome polite and also respectful tall muscular but you never really thought about him in any other situation than your boyfriend's brother he helped you when your boyfriend was out for his job you two were the same age , maybe that's why you two got along really fast , he took you to parties with him , you two hung out together most of the time cause you don’t really have friends neither he does so you two hang out together most of the time , he also had that tattoo under his collarbone he was so gorgeous seriously

“Hey y/n wanna hang out later maybe like watch a movie and drink some wine you know”

“Oh that would be great work has been stressing me out these days seriously “

“Alright bet see you at 8 then”

“Alright cya” and by that your conversation end

Time skips to when you arrive his apartment you wore something not too fancy and not too simple knocking the door gently and quietly you can hear the door unlock

“Ah y/n come on in” you offered a smile and entered the apartment it was clean , also smelled really good as usual,hanbin always made sure everything was clean and smells good that what your boyfriend told you and you can say it was true he was always an organized person even in college , you always used to study with him take notes from him and ask him for his notebooks when you weren't there, he also made sure everything smelled good , his hair his clothes even his books and bags , it quite impressed you

“Come on take a seat” he offers a smile and signs for you to sit on the big couch, you nod and smile back

“I prepared everything but I waited for you so we could choose a movie together” he said walking to the kitchen grabbing the popcorn and the drinks

“If you need anything else just tell me okay?” He asks while setting the things he brought on the table In front of him as you nod and smile, he sits next to you a little bit distance between the two of you , he starts scrolling through the movies

“So what should we watch?” He asks softly

“I have no Idea seriously” you can hear him chuckle as you rub the back of your head

“Let's watch this one then?” It was some Romance movie rom-com or whatever, you nod slightly,he presses on the movie and let go of the remote , you two settle as he grabs a big blanket ,the movie plays , you two get comfortable, you two always cuddle it wasn't that new and the two of you just cuddle eating popcorn , time passes you feel his hands going lower until it cups your ass softly, you decide to ignore it , it turned you on you won't lie but that was your boyfriend’s brother, you're gonna admit that you and your boyfriend haven't make out in a really long time , anything can easily turn you on , but you're trying to stay loyal , it was hard to resist when you can feel his hard member against you , you were already soaking wet and it wasn't helping the way he was holding you like that , even was turning you on , you just wanted to kiss him because why was he so hot right now ? , all you thought was pulling him and kiss him , it was all thoughts until he pulled you closer and captured your lips in a kiss, you didn't resist , you didn't even try you just kissed him back as he squeezes your ass and you cup his cheeks

It was wrong to do that , you know it but what can you do ? You hoped he can do more than kissing , you rub your legs against each other as you were soaking wet , you moan as you feel his lips on your neck as he squeeze your breasts with both hands , it was something you craved for too long and you finally got it , you wanted him to do more but a part of you told you that you should stop him , you chose loyalty after all right?

“Uhm I don't think we should do that hanbin” you say quietly and push him gently

“And why not ? He won't know anything y/n as long as no one knows he won't know , but if you don't want it , that's fine whatever makes you comfortable” you stay quiet for few moments before opening your mouth

“I mean you've got a point” he smiles again and holds your hand

“C'mon let's go somewhere more comfortable or should we stay here?” You assumed he's taking you to his Room so you nod a follow him to his room , he locks the door up and leads you to the bed, and the next thing you know is him thrusting his hips against yours as you moan and cry due to pleasure , the feeling of guilt and pleasure mixed up making tears flow from your eyes as he increases the speed you hold onto his hair tightly as he keeps going

“hanbin please faster” you can barely speak as he keeps going the speed increases more now , as he caresses your breasts playing with the nipples as he squeezes it between his fingers , you moan loudly and your eyes roll back

“You look so pretty I'm glad I did that” he whispers capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss

You were a mess as he keeps thrusting inside of you until you felt yourself near an orgasm

“f-fuck I'm about to cum” you say with a shaky voice , your body shaking beneath him,It wasn't your first time having sex yes but he was definitely the best even better than his brother, your boyfriend or anyone you hooked up with before

“Cum for me princess” his voice was low, he groans as he thrust faster which makes you instantly cum your eyes shut after you cum as you cover your face in embarrassment

He pulls out of you

“B-but you didn't even c-” you said in a shaky voice as he interrupted

“I can't y/n…”

You stayed quiet for a while pressing your lips against each other , you then get up from the bed laying between his legs looking at him asking for Permission he looks at you and nods you take his dick between your hands stroking it as his pre cum drips from his pink flushed tip , you lick the pre cum and shove his dick in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat, his fingers running through your hair as your head bobs up and down , his moans makes you whimper against his dick as you suck his dick faster , his breath was heavy and slow his hair was sticking on his forehead “fuck y/n , gosh you're so good” he whispers under his breathe , you kept sucking his dick for few minutes or more you didn't really care as before you can feel the warm sticky liquid in your mouth you swallow it all without hasitainting , he was sweet he tasted sweet, his lips his dick even his cum , he sighs and pulls his dick out of your mouth as you swallow the rest

“Let's clean up this mess” he smiles and holds your hands to help you stand up and walks you to the bathroom showering then cleaning up the mess in his room and continued the night as if nothing happened sleeping while cuddling

[wannaeatramyeon]

How about us Fucking Goo dumb? Yah know...like him panting and gasping for air while we do 'stuffs' to him, smiling at us when we praise him for being such a nice sub, begging for us to leave 'pretty' marks all over his body, the way he loves how we wipe off his smirk the moment we touch him, the way his fingers would twitch while we leave trails of our kisses from his neck down his navel, but never touching him where he wants always leaving him desperate making him whine out in discontent, after a lot of teasing and teasing him coming untouc- or maybe you can just ignore this.

Hey anon! Thanks for asking. You've got a VERY vivid imagination yourself. I need to keep an eye out for your Goo smut.

I'm likely not gonna be in the mood to try and write smut again for a while but I did enjoy writing Vin's NSFW hc so.

Goo Kim x Reader: NSFW hc

Lucky you, this guy has got range.

Fun and fast, making you laugh during sex as much as he makes you cum. Sweet and gentle, you clinging to each other as he tells you sweet nothings.

Rough dom, edging and degrading and commanding. Poor princess, are those tears? Well cry harder. Petulant sub, himself whining and begging and trying to hold back. Nothing like making that bastard cry for how mean he was the other night.

Goo really is a pure switch.

Can do anything from public quickies to love-making (surprise!), but it is completely mood dependent. And Goo Kim's moods are hard enough to get a grasp of, so it's luck of the draw what sort of ride you're getting.

Doesn't have a preference for them, but loves quickies if you throw in some orgasm denial for you too. You're fucked out of your mind, so so close to cumming when oops. Goo beats you to the punch.

He is not sorry, and there is nothing unpremeditated about it.

Don't worry, he'll make it up to you later. Guess you'll just have to walk around dripping and unsatisfied most of the day. Shame.

Surprisingly generous with giving oral. There is nothing quite like making you moan and squeal, especially at inopportune times.

Mad exhibitionist streaks when it's you on the line.

A hand palming between your legs under the table during dinner at a restaurant, fingers curious and reckless when he's driving. Has no qualms about getting on his knees, hitching your skirt up and going down on you in a quiet part of a library.

And really. The best way to shut up this blonde up is to put his mouth to good use. Especially if you sit on his face.

With casual fucks, he places his own needs above all else. Better luck next time if you want to be satisfied. Maybe he's the ultimate edger, more likely he's an asshole.

And unless he likes you, don't kiss him on the mouth. Who knows where everyone has been. Sure, he'll fuck you dumb but lip kisses are off-limits. Just... don't question the logic of this.

If you've wormed your way into his heart? His lips and tongue are exploring every inch of you.

Aftercare? Needs it for himself. You've stroked him, now stroke his hair and ego too - thank you. For you? Eh, depends how he feels about you.

Someone casual? Thanks! Bye! Cya! Even in the middle of night. Leaves you to gather your things and do your walk of shame as he takes a leisurely shower, humming and singing to himself.

If he likes you, then he will make an effort. Goo is pretty much always up for cuddles anyway and you are his princess, after all. He will take care of you.

Will never not find it funny at the end of a session to leave some cash on your bedside table, in your bra, or in your underwear.

[nicole-2099]

yeonjun. orange/ginger hair. fratboy. takes you into the bathroom. do what you must 🙏🏽🙏🏽

- ur sims 4 wife <33.

Yes, I can definitely attempt this.

“Didn’t expect seeing you here”

C.YJ. Yeonjun x Reader

(fratboy yeonjun x Reader)

{Dom yeonjun x sub Reader}

(smut,praising,pussy eating 🥣,unprotected s3x,pet names,dirty talk)

Note: I didn’t read over it cuz I’m lazy!

‼️MDI LEAVE‼️

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You woke up to the sound of the garage truck pulling up to your house, you rub your eyes sleepily as you crawl out of bed stretching as you walk over to the bathroom to check yourself out in the mirror and do your morning routine, after that you walk over to the pantry as pull out a box of Reese’s puffs from the back, you get a bowl and a spoon all that’s left in milk to you go to your fridge to see if you have any, sadly you didn’t and with a frown you set the box of Reese’s puffs down along with the bowl and the spoon.

You sigh in disappointment as you Flop onto the couch scrolling through instagram when you suddenly get a text from Taehyun.

Terry: hey you going to yeonjuns party tonight?

You: thb no I don’t wanna run into any opps.

Terry: Trust me you wont even notice them your gonna be having wayyy to much fun to even care!!

You: idk terry..

Terry: please!! You’ll have fun, trust!!

You: okay fine, just know if I see a opp I’m leaving.

Terry: Yippie! Just don’t wear anything lame and embarrass me and you in front of all those people.

You: I wont.

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You smile to yourself as you push yourself off the couch walking over to your dresser to pick out and outfit, after your done picking out your outfit you go to your bathroom to put on your makeup, by the time you finished doing your makeup it was already dark out and you had at least 5 text from terry asking you where you are, you replied with a quick ‘Js abt to leave cya!’ Obviously you weren’t just about to leave you didn’t even put your outfit on.

You let your hair down brushing it as you hurriedly put on your outfit, it was simple but cute, just a white tube top with a cute frilly pink skirt, you hurry out of the house and next thing you know you walking down the dark streets in heels wishing you got an Uber.

After walking for what felt like ages you hear a car pull up next to you, you turn around slightly alarmed but your fear quickly fades when you see that’s it’s just Terry. “Your snap map was on, just get in we’re late!!” Terry says as he pushes the passenger side door open for you, you smile as get in sitting down your legs shivering, it was freezing cold out but luckily for you the car was warm with the heater cranked up to max.

After a bit of driving the both of you finally made it, the house was huge, with fairy lights hanging from tall beams along with vines and flowers. Once terry parked you finally got out of the car the cold was bearable now. Finally Terry gets out of the car after looking for his phone that he some how lost on the drive here. The both of you walk inside the smell of weed and alcohol in the air, everyone was on something and it’s not that shocking since yeonjun did host it. You and Terry end up separating from each other. You look around with a mixture of disgust and discomfort as you see a bunch of groupies just fuckin out in the open no shame, you think to yourself wondering why the fuck you came here and why you haven’t left yet. Part of you wants to stay and get high and drunk but the other part of you is telling you to leave before you die from the strong smell of weed.

You end up making your way back to Terry but quickly beeline into a room after seeing him talking to a girl not wanting to bother the both of them, you look around the dimly lit room as you sat down on the bed with a sigh running your fingers through your hair.

“Oh I didn’t expect to see you here?”

You look up shocked when you see yeonjun standing in front of you with a cart in his hand the smell of weed punching you in the face. “Hello to you too yeonjun, did you want something?” You say rolling your eyes, yeonjun eyes you up and down sitting down next to you in the bed. “Actually no I don’t want anything because this is my room.” He says with a smirk on his face, you look at him slightly embarrassed as you shake you head. “Sorry- I just couldn’t handle seeing groupies out there..” you said with a disgusted expression. Yeonjun stifles a laugh as he lays down on the bed with a long sigh. “Yeahh they dint have any shame, but yolo I guess.” He says with a grunt as he sits back up his eyes scanning over your body. “Cute skirt, but don’t you think it’s too short.?” He asks with a smirk on his face as his eyes run over your legs, you snap your fingers at him with a frown. “Eyes up here freak! And no I don’t think it’s too short.” You say answering him with sass. Yeonjun looks up at you with a grin brushing a strand of your hair out of your face. “Pretty and sassy, cute..”.

You look at him eyes scanning his with confusion, “what??? Dude how high are you??” Yeonjun rolls his eyes saying “I’m not high enough”

you roll your eyes as you look down at the ground in boredom, “what was your plan with throwing this huge party anyways..?” You ask as you look up you see yeonjuns eyes already on you. “Well, I was hoping I could see you..” Yeonjun says with a smirk as he inches closer to you, but you inch away with a serious look you ask again. “Seriously why.?” Yeonjun rolls his eyes and takes a hit of the cart he’s been holding onto, he sighs the smoke leaving his lungs as he shrugs “no reason.” You stare at him blankly as you get up getting ready to leave, your on the door knob before you hear. “Hey wait a second princess!” You turn around to see yeonjun standing in front of you his eyes glazed and red from the weed. “What.? And don’t call me that.” You say your hand still on the door knob. Yeonjuns hand gently wraps around you waist pulling you against him. “Don’t leave now..” Yeonjun pouts as he pulls you away from the door, picking you up and making his way to the bathroom, locking the both of you in. “What the fu-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you felt his lips crash against yours.

You stare at him wide eyed as his body presses against your, but for some reason you didn’t pull away, maybe it was the smell of weed or something but you didn’t even try to stop him. Yeonjuns lips finally pull away from yours and he looks at you his face flushed but he also looks at you confused. “You didn’t pull away??” He asks tilting his head to the side like a dog trying to understand what its owner is saying. “No I didn’t- I honestly don’t know why either..” you say as you look up at him. “Well you wanna keep going..?” He asks with a hint of amusement in his voice, you shrug and lean into him again your hips grinding against his slightly as your lips brush against his, he smiles against your lips and picks you up setting you on the bathroom sink his finger digging into your waist.

You could taste the weed and alcohol on his lips as his hands running down in between your thighs pushing them apart, pulling away from your lower himself just a bit as if he’s warning you before he goes down on you. You look down at him eyes hooded with a small nod, and before you knew it he was lapping at your pussy like his life depends on it, your body arching up as you try to catch your breath, as your fingers pull on his hair pushing him further in between your legs.

You whine legs kicking a bit your body twisting with need as yeonjuns grip on your thighs tighten as he continues eating you out, you squirm around trying to keep your voice down as you feel him whisper against your clit. “You taste so sweet pretty girl..”

You whine at the nickname looking down at him as he goes back to going down on you causing you to let out soft desperate moans. Yeonjun smiles against your pussy loving the way you sound, his hand moving away from your thigh, onto your clit his thumb rubbing circles on your clit pushing you over the edge as you came undone after just a few seconds, your body shaking with need and desire as yeonjun leaves sweet soft kisses on your puffy pussy.

“You did so well, good girl..” he says with a calm tone as he crashes his lips with yours making you taste yourself on his lips as you lean into the kiss eagerly. He pulls away from your lips with a smile as he pays your head playfully, “eager too, cute..” he says licking his lips as he kisses you again pulling you by the waist so your hips are pressed against his hips. You could feel his hard on grind against your inner thigh making you squirm, he smiles against your lips and pulls away his eyes glossy, “want me to fuck you princess..?” He’d ask playfully already knowing what you’re going to say.

You nod desperately as you watch his fingers pick at the hem of his jeans pull them and his boxers down to his knees, he used his thumb rubbing the tip of his dick the pre-cum smearing around on his fingers, as he lines it up at your entrance, slowly pushing in using his free hand to keep you steady in place, he waited a few minutes making sure you’ve adjusted to his size before slowly pushing inside you making you squirm and whine with need as you cover your mouth trying to hold back a moan, yeonjun smirks leaning into you more biting your neck as he thrusts into you grunting. “Thats it..good girl, good girl..” he praises in a whisper brushing all your hair back out of the way, his eyes locking onto you lovingly his free hand squeezing your thigh his fingers digging into your skin.

Yeonjun groaned his grip on your body tightening, you were close clenching around him feeling him twitching inside you. “Fuckk..atta girl..” he said with a heavy sigh feeling you clench around him even more. You wiggled around desperately before finally reaching your high coming undone. Yeonjun smiled watching you cum around him still thrusting into you chasing his own release, “Fucking perfect..such a pretty little pussy..”. Yeonjun grunts thrusting into you a few more times before finally cumming inside you filling you up your body jolts at the sudden feeling squirming and whining not being able to sit still for some reason, yeonjun grunts pulling out of you watching the mess inside you spill out, he then presses his lips against yours, his hands grabbing onto your waist steadying you he pulls away with loving smile on his face as he hides his face in the crook of your neck affectionately with a muffled voice saying “Mm, I hope you know this wasn’t a one time thing, princess.”

You nod with a smile pulling him in feeling the warmth of his body against yours. “God you smell like weed I might pass out..” you say annoyed, Yeonjun pulls away from the embrace as looks at you playfully biting his lip, “don’t pass out now, one more round princess.” You roll your eyes but pull him back into a hug holding him close, until you heard you phone going off, you pulled away from the hug and jumped off the bathroom sink running to you phone to see at least 69 (😏) notifications from Terry asking you where you are.

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FINALLY DONE LESSS GOO!!! 🙏‼️

If u got any requests go ahead n ask away!!

[dizzybee03]

Something Sinful Happening on Sunday

A Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x OC (Ryan Reagan) story. #3 in the series

Warnings: slight smut (dry humping)

6 weeks, 42 days, 1008 hours, that's how much time had passed since Ryan and Beau’s first date. In that time the two had been together as much as they possibly could- between life as a police officer and Navy admiral that looked a little different for them than most couples.

 True to his word, Beau had been nothing but a gentleman and they had taken things slow and not rushed into having sex. Sure there had been lots of cuddling and making out like teenagers but there had also been many hours just spent talking until the wee hours of the morning.

Ryan’s work schedule was not normal and made it hard to plan normal dates since one week she may be off on Wednesday and Thursday while the next she may be off Friday and Saturday . Beau didn’t mind, he understood better than most what crazy schedules were like and was willing to meet up whenever Ryan was available. That meant the two met for lunch (almost everyday in fact) and a few evenings a week Beau drove to Ryan’s house to spend an hour or two with her after her shift. This week Beau had invited Ryan over on her Sunday off-he wanted to impress her with his culinary skills.

As Ryan pulled her 1970 black and gold El Camino into the driveway of Beau’s 2 story bungalow she felt the weight of the work week lift away. Work had been extra grueling this week and she was having a hard time shaking it. An evening with Beau was just what she needed though and she couldn't wait to get inside and be in his calming presence.

“Honey I’m home” Ryan said as she walked in the front door without knocking and closed it behind her.  “I’m in the kitchen '' Beau hollers in response. Ryan kicked her shoes off, placing them neatly under the bench in the entryway before heading towards the kitchen at the back of the house. Everything in Beau’s house had a place and Ryan tried to respect that when she was there.

“Smells heavenly in here” Ryan said, walking up behind Beau and wrapping her arms around his waist.  He turned around in her embrace kissing her softly on the lips before taking in her appearance. The circles under her eyes were dark and her small smile wasn’t quite as bright as it normally was when she said “try to ignore the fact that I look like a hot mess.  I had every intention of wearing something cute tonight but couldn’t find the energy to do more than throw my hair up and change into these old sweats.”

“Sweets you take my breath away no matter what you have on. Did you get your errands done this morning like you wanted?”

“No, not at all, I had every intention of getting up when my alarm went off and pretending to be a productive member of society but instead I slept until noon and then binged The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. I didn’t move off my couch until it was time to drag my lazy ass over here.”

“ I think you’re allowed to have a lazy day after the week you had. I know you're tired and stressed out.  Did you end up saying anything to Sgt Hollon about your concerns for Officer Roberts not being cut out for patrol?”

“I’m not sure she wanted to hear what I had to say but yeah I talked to her. I get that his dad is a big wig on the city council, but that shouldn’t matter when the kid continues to make big mistakes. I asked him twice last night if he had searched the suspect we were getting ready to transport to the jail. He told me twice that he had and yet when I searched the guy I found 2 crack rocks in the toe of his sock. Not to mention the fact that twice this week he failed to do an inspection of our squad car before our shift started….I’ve taught him to do this not only to CYA (Cover Your Ass) but for officer safety.  Luckily I didn’t trust that it had been done and went ahead to check the back seats. I’m glad I did too because someone had ditched a knife under the bench seat. It’s bordering on an officer safety issue. Not to mention the fact that he sucks at building rapport, can’t write a report to save his life and instead of de-escalating situations has a way of making them worse.  Last night  I thought about leaving my gear in the driveway and telling command to just come get it cause I quit.  Shit I’m sorry for just throwing that all at you.”

“Don’t apologize, that’s what I’m here for. Sometimes it helps to just get that stuff off your chest even if it just comes barreling out in a jumbled mess. ”Beau said while running his hands up and down Ryan's back.  I’m just sorry your week has been so stressful and that the department seems to be showing so much favoritism because this douchebag's dad is on the city council. Maybe…..”Beau started to say before being interrupted by Ryan’s mouth covering his own in a kiss that was meant to stop him from talking.

“I don’t really wanna talk about work anymore tonight” she said before kissing Beau again quickly.

He chuckled saying “what DO you wanna do then?”

“Well…..first I wanna eat whatever yummy goodness you’ve got in the oven and then I wanna cuddle up on the couch with you…….and maybe make out like horny teenagers”.

“It’s chicken parmigiana and garlic bread and you definitely make me feel like a horny teenager. I’ve taken more cold showers in the last month and a half than I care to admit” Beau said while fixing a plate of food and handing it to Ryan.

“I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry” Ryan said, smacking Beau’s ass before taking the food and sitting at the small table in the kitchen.  “How was golf with Solomon?” She asked.

“It was alright, like usual he kicked my ass. I’m honestly not sure why I keep agreeing to play with him. Sol wants to have you and I over for dinner with him and Muriel one night soon. I told him I’d talk with you and see what your next nights off looked like.”

The conversation continued to flow while they ate dinner and once the dinner mess had been cleaned up they settled in the living room. Beau turned the TV on changing it to the NFL RedZone channel saying “Chargers are playing the Steelers tonight, mind if we watch for a bit?”

“Nope, I don’t mind” the two spent the next half hour sitting side by side on Beau’s couch watching football. Ryan was absent-mindedly running her fingernails up and down Beau’s thigh. Twice Beau’s breath hitched as Ryan’s hand got dangerously high. Ryan shifted closer to Beau on the couch, his arm behind her back and his hand caressing the side of her breast. Silently Ryan turned and straddled Beau’s lap. Her hands went to his hair as she whispered “I’m gonna need you to kiss me.”

“I think I can handle that.” Beau said, his voice thick with lust. His hand that was  tangled in Ryan’s hair  pulled her head down so that their noses were touching, their lips seeking each other out in the most sensual kiss. It was as if their tongues were dancing the tango. The kiss was slow, but intense. Beau’s other hand was kneading Ryan’s firm ass. The sensation caused her to rock her hips back and forth. There was no denying how turned on they both were. Ryan could feel Beau’s impossibly hard erection underneath her as she continued to rock her clothed hips back and forth over Beau’s. Kissing down his chin and neck  Ryan moaned “God Beau I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it baby, you've got me close too” he said as the hand that had been on her ass came around and started palming her covered pussy. His thumb stroked her clit causing Ryan to rock her hips in a frenzied manner, Beau's own hips jerked up the faster that Ryan went bucking up one last time as he climaxed while Ryan leaned back slightly squeezing her covered breasts as she rode out her own high. Ryan slumped over Beau’s shoulder, tucking her head into the side of his neck chuckling. “What’s so funny?” Beau asked.

“Oh just the fact that it’s been long enough since I’ve had sex that you barely touched me and I came like it was my first time. Can you imagine how good it’s gonna be when we do this with our clothes off? God it’s almost sinful the way you make me feel.”

“Honey I think about it all the time. Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go clean myself up and change my pants because you aren’t the only one that came like it was your first time.” Beau said, rising up from the couch.

“Don’t take too long Admiral, the football game is almost over and then it’s my turn to pick a show.” Ryan said, pinching Beau’s ass as he walked off towards his bedroom. “Aye aye ma’am” he said, giving her a mock salute.

Ryan settled back on the couch chuckling to herself “we are such horny teenagers.”

[raihann1]

✶CREEYPASTA: UNITY

recently, I've been invested in creating an oc, I really wanted to write a book about them but now am wondering if anyone else would like their creepypasta oc featured in my book?

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RULES

🪽- No overpowered or Ocs that are the exact same as any existing Creepypastas!

🪽- Original content.

🪽- Be patient!

🪽- you'll most likely get in :)

🪽- Your character might change when I adjust it!

🪽- No relationships with canon characters (sorry!) 🪽- one character only! 🪽- I will not write smut or anything weird for your character :)

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CLIFF/JASON - “WHIPLASH”

or read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60966565/chapters/155843782

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As I strummed the last note of Whiplash, I was fuckin’ tired, thank god it was the last song. I rushed backstage to go take a shower, I knew the other guys are probably gonna invite groupies and fuck around, I wasn’t up for that shit today. 

As I left the shower I saw James excitedly coming towards me, “Cliff! Dude, Lars got so much weed, you up for partying tonight?”

“Not tonight dude, I’m fucking spent.” I said with a laugh. I wasn’t lying though, “I’m probably gonna go get a few drinks at a bar then go home.”

“Oh, alright dude, cya later then.” James said in a slightly disappointed tone. 

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I make it to the bar and order myself some shots, then some guy with long curly hair walks up to me.

“A-Are you Cliff Burton dude?!”

“Uh yeah-”

“Oh shit! I’m such a big fan bro! My name’s Jason by the way, I-I’m a bassist too!”

“Nice dude.” The kid was way too fucking  excited to meet me. “You in a band?” 

“Yeah! Flotsam & Jetsam, we’re not popular as you guys yet but hopefully we’ll get in the scene soon.”

As I let Jason talk more about his band, I couldn’t notice how cute he was, with his polite and shy attitude. “Hey you want a drink?” I cut him off, hoping he catches on to my pass. 

“Uh yeah that’d be nice.”

We talked more about music and shit, he liked a lot of bands I did, and we had a lot alike in general.

“So where’s the rest of your band?”

“They’re hanging out with groupies and gettin’ high, I’m too fuckin’ tired to deal with them today so I just came here. Honestly I’d rather hangout with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I said with a smile and put an arm around him. I saw his cheeks redden as I did this and couldn’t help but notice how he pushed back against me.

“Uh, so wanna come over to my place?” I asked, liquid courage fueling my confidence.

“Uhm sure that’d be nice, yeah.”

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As we walked home we held hands and when I opened the door to my apartment he kissed me.

I quickly took control of the kiss, ramming my tongue into his mouth and he moans against my mouth, as I pushed him to the bed.

“Have you ever done it? Like with a dude? I asked.

“Uh uhm, just like blowjobs and stuff, n-nothing more.” He moaned as I tore his shirt off and starting to suck his nipple.

“You’re so pretty, what do you what from me baby? I said in a sultry tone.

“Fuck me, please!” He moaned again, then grabbed my face and kissed me again. 

I quickly throw off my shirt and unzip my jeans. “You know what to do baby, you’ve done this before.” I smirk down at him and he gets closer to my cock.

Jason slowly starts taking my length into his mouth, suckling on the tip. I grip my hands in his curly, soft hair and faintly tugged at it. 

Jason couldn’t take all of it, but most people couldn’t since I was…above average in that area. He was still good at it though, panting and licking all over my cock with his cheeks hollowed. I was a moaning mess.

I lasted for about 5 minutes till I had to pull him off so I didn’t cum early, “E-Enough, get on your hands and knees, alright baby. I’ll get you ready.”

Jason was quick to obey and quickly got on his knees as Cliff got lube from his bedside table.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry okay Jase?”

Jason just whimpered. He wasn’t very talkative during sex, just moans and whimpers most of the time.

I slowly push my first finger into him, and Jason lets out a long whine, and I think it’s one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I push another in and start scissoring.

“Cliff! I’m ready! Please!” Jason said with his voice driven with lust.

“Hm, you think? I don’t wanna hurt you babe.”

“Yes! Yes! Please!” He said with a moan to end his pleas as I massaged his prostate.

“Alright then.” I said, taking my fingers out, and Jason whimpered at the loss.

As I started lubing up my dick, Jason suddenly turns around and started to do it himself. Looking me in the eyes as he starting stroking my dick, slicking it up with lube.

I let out a gentle groan, I then stopped his hand, “I got enough I think, if I’m going too fast, or you want me to go faster, just tell me, ok baby?” I said in a calm tone.

Jason nodded and got back into all fours, shaking his ass I’m excitement. I couldn’t help but give it a soft slap as Jason let out a yelp.

I lined my dick up to his hole and slowly pushed in. It was tight. REALLY tight, I tried to breathe steadily even as my cock felt like it was being squished. 

Jason let out a moan as I began to thrust, not too fast, not too slow. I started to try to find his prostate, angling my hips to make the smaller boy feel the all of the pleasure he can.

He let out a high pitched whine as his prostate was hit. I tried to make all of my thrusts hit his prostate and created a faster pace.

Jason’s elbows eventually gave out as he laid down on the bed as I kept thrusting, and with a final thrust to his prostate, Jason threw his head back with a whine and reached climax. As Jason clenched his hole, I came very soon after with a deep groan. 

“Good boy Jase”

As we both tried to catch our breath, I pulled Jason’s head to my head and kissed his forehead. I slowly pulled out, and Jason cuddled close to me with a small purr.

I think I’m gonna be pretty tired tomorrow too.

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