#eye contact is sexy but so is catching someone staring at their person

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Ohhhhhh requests hehe nice

Spare some alpha!claire and omega reader bit please, if it tickles the muse? I have no idea about the setting, maybe reader helps her with the campaign or miles got everyone on the island an omega to further relax during the weekend? Some sweet thing desperate to please cause if the assigned person isn't happy, miles isn't happy, and that is ... not good. And god knows Claire needs it, being a single mom running a campaign... 👀

Or something else dark, whatever comes to your mind! Have a good day!

fated

pairing: alpha!claire debella x omega!reader

a/n: hey anon! i hope i gave your request justice, my writing's a bit rusty hehe enjoyy

warnings: smut, omegaverse, alpha!claire, knotting, breeding, oral (r receiving), overstimulation, lil bit innocence kink, choking (briefly-not in a sexy way), men being assholes

summary: claire takes home with her a little more than memories from this greek island getaway.

“The rooms are named after chakras, your biorhythm is your key, get changed, settle, and let's have an afternoon by the pool before the real party begins,” Miles explains, as the wristbands glow with each of their chakras. Most of them go to their assigned rooms when he added: “...and there's a special surprise for you waiting in there. Thank me later.”

Claire and Birdie looked at each other, shrugging their shoulders, having no idea what it is this time.

Much to Claire's surprise, a very pretty present awaits her, sitting on her heels in the middle of the bed. The short frilly summer dress you're wearing compliments you very well, not to mention it's in her signature color, as is your collar engraved in the words ‘Claire's property.’

You stay with your head down low, waiting for your new owner to regard you in any way.

What a good girl.

This is, by far, the best trip Miles had organized. 

Claire closes her eyes and breathes in, letting the Greek island wind soak her stress and worries when a faint smell in the room catches her nose.

It's faint, but it's there. 

She walks into the room, taking her sun visors off, as she gets closer to where the scent is most potent — and she can feel her cock twitch when she realized it was coming from your slick.

Claire bends a little and tips your chin up with the visor, searching your eyes for something, anything. She could see the way your pupils widened just with the intense eye contact, how your pupils dilated, how your lips parted ever so slightly,  how your throat bobbed up and down as you swallowed. 

Despite the clear attraction on your part (and hers), she could feel how nervous you are. She puts her sun visor on your head backward, caressing your warmed cheeks with her knuckles. “Do you have a name, darling?”

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Unlike the rest of the disruptors who have their omegas on a leash, Claire takes you by the hand, your palm cold against hers. When she refused to take the leash, she didn't miss the shy, small smile your lips painted as you thanked her.

Comments were thrown at her, saying omegas should/ be on a leash to keep them behaved, for them to be constantly reminded who they belonged to; but Claire disregarded all of them. She kept you close, patting the side of the bed, sharing the small space with her—until two of her friends decided to join her, with the blonde woman ordering all of you to move.

The three of you decided to sit one bed away from them as they chatted. You could hear the two whispering to each other how their alphas were with them, and all you could do was stare at Claire with great awe. 

You're thankful that you went to an alpha like her.

Prior to this weekend, someone had given you a brief introduction to your assigned alpha. Initially, you're scared, given all the politician stereotypes, even if she is a woman. If anything, she's the exact opposite of them all.

The more you look at her, the more you feel your heat starting to make you feel hazy — and you're worried if you're good enough for the dear governor to breed.

Lost in thought, you didn't notice the tall muscular man towering over the three of you.

“You.” He hooks a finger to your collar, choking out a gasp from you. The man looks at the tag on your collar. “Claire's, huh? Did she take care of your heat already? Want an alpha more capable of breeding you?”

You're shaking, terrified, but you can't even do anything because here, you are just breeding holes. Brought on this island to please this alpha pack, and holes don't speak. Above all, Miles himself had said: I don't care if another alpha wants to claim you other than the assigned. It's up to them to take responsibility for their property.

He grins when he sees how your lip trembles, leaning down slowly towards your nape—

And the pressure on your neck is gone, followed closely by a loud water splash.

“Do not touch what's mine, Duke. This is your only warning.” Claire stands at the edge of the pool, pointer finger sharply pointed at the man. “You'd do well to remember that.”

You're still trembling, but not because of fear anymore.

She guides you away from the pool area wordlessly, keeping your gaze trained on her hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. 

None of her friends dared to stop Claire, her rage keeping everyone at bay.

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As soon as you get to the comfort of her room, Claire all but pushes you into the bed, her chest still heaving as she straddled your middle. Her eyes are still burning, though it wasn't directed at you. She's zoning out.

Claire was just happy bragging about you to her friends, a sweet little thing that you are when Birdie's voice cut her off. “Claire...”

And then all she saw was red, because no one, not even her closest friends, can touch what's clearly fucking hers, and they should know better than to do so because she swears they will not see the light of day—

“Mistress?” 

Your small voice grounds her to this moment, reminding her that you're here, that no one had snatched you up right under her nose before she can even officially mark you as hers. No one can.

She lets you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, the faint red mark on your wrist that her grip left catching her eyes. This time, gently, she brings it to her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I am,” you say, eyes shimmering with adoration. “Thank you, mist–”

Claire's soft lips caress yours for a second before she pulls away. Her bright blue eyes stare at yours, then at your lips, and back to your eyes, and back to your lips again.

You brush your nose against hers, voice hoarse as you whisper. “Please.”

“Your lips taste good, princess. I wonder…” she trailed off, face hovering along the valley of your breast and stomach, the slightest touch of the tip of her nose trailing making you shiver. She stops at the hem of your dress, eyes never once wavering off yours. “...no, I'm sure you're as sweet as you smell.”

Without another word, she dove into your cunt like a feast, the lack of any underwear a relief to you both.

Claire's cock ached to be freed out of its confines with your sex so graciously served to her on a silver platter. A pure omega, never been touched, holes clenching around nothing as you anticipate her touch.

“Fuck me like the whore that I am, mistress!”

An untouched omega with a dirty mouth? Well.

She smirked. You will be fucked like the whore that you are, but she needs you to produce as much slick as possible, not wanting your first time to hurt — but the thought that she will be the first person to ever fuck your cunt, the way she can see how goosebumps arise on your skin at the unfamiliar sensation of someone else's hands touching and prodding on your most intimate and sensitive parts has her head clouded with stormy lust, all focused on how she can destroy you, your tight little holes, and breed you round until you can't walk.

She uses her tongue to fuck your hole, her nose so deliciously rubbing against your puffy clit. She smiles to herself with how wet you're getting, with how desperate you sound. Claire didn't take too long to bring you your orgasm, and another, and another until she deemed you ready to take her cock.

Claire looks at you fondly, caressing your cheek with the back of your hand. Your eyes are glazed over with how fucked out you were, your hair a mess, the pretty marks and bruises she painted across the canvas of your skin.

She's barely even starting.

“I'm ready, mistress. ’M ready to be filled up…” you say with adoration, nuzzling your head against her touch. 

Claire coos, “Aww, sweet baby. Are you, really? You think you can take mistress' cock? You think it will fit your tight pussy?” She then claws her swimsuit off of her, sighing as she strokes her cock. 

You swallow as you see how thick and girthy she was, and Claire sees the way fear has flashed in your eyes. “I know it's scary and I know you're thinking about how my cock will fit you, do you still want it?”

A blink and your eyes once again gloss over with lust, nodding eagerly. 

“Good girl.”

Claire wants to flip you ass up face down, but she also wants to see the tears slipping the corner of your eyes once her cock enters you so she spreads your legs once more, rubbing her length against your clit and pussy lips before aligning the tip in your tight hole.

“You ready, baby?”

Claire takes your nod as a go signal, pushing her cock inside your pussy so slowly, you could feel every inch of her filling you and stretching your walls. She doesn't miss the tear that escape your eyes as you feel the burn of your alpha finally taking your cunt. She wipes it with her thumb, singing praises to your ear. “You're doing so well, my lovely omega. This pussy was made for my cock.”

She's fully sheathed inside you, and as much as she wants to start thrusting into you, she needs to know how you're feeling. Claire was a little worried by how you'd been quiet for the past few minutes save from your little whimpers and gasps.

Before she can ask, you beat her to it. “You're so big, mistress! But I can take it, you're right, my pussy is made for you. Please fuck me, please!”

Claire's cock twitches with how desperate you are and starts ramming her dick into your hole. The scream that you let out was music to her ears, and she intends to hear a fucking orchestra.

She grunts as she feels your hips move to meet hers, your breasts beautifully bouncing with her every thrust. She palms your mounds and pinches your stiff buds, letting another whine escape your lips. Your mouth was barely closed as she fucks you, all the moans downright pornographic, and her chest swelled with pride. She spits into your mouth, and you make a show of you swallowing it, making her thrust harder, a bulge forming on your belly with how deep she is. 

“Mmm, fuck, mistress! More, please!” You clench around her cock as she hits that special spot, making your back arch from the pleasure. You've never been more addicted to this feeling, full of your beloved alpha's cock, getting fucked for the first time like a good omega deserves, like you deserve.

You ask, and Claire delivers. She kept hitting that spot in hopes of you clenching around her again, feeling her knot starting to swell. Claire's all set to shoot all her load into you, nothing but feral thoughts in her lust-filled head. You wrap your legs around her waist to keep her close, feeling your own orgasm close.

“This pretty little pussy is mine, you hear me? No one else's.”

“I'm yours...I want to be yours, mistress! Please, please! Let me cum!”

“You want to be mine, lovely girl? You want mistress to breed you?” Claire whispers, her hot breath against your ear adding more fuel to the heat between your legs. 

“Yes! Yes please, mistress. I want your pups...”

“If you want my pups, I'll have to take you home with me. You'll be by my side, forever. Would you like that?”

“I'd like nothing more, mistress.”

“Good girl. Now take all of me and cum, baby. Go on, cum for mistress.”

Like it's meant to be, you cum as your alpha says. Claire follows right after, her knot adding more stimulation to your sensitive cunt. The way her thick release fills you to the brim makes you feel like you're floating, too blissed out with the intense pleasure you've just experienced. 

You let Claire lay above you, her face nuzzling your neck. She doesn't pull out, not yet. She has to make sure not one drop of her cum is wasted.

She sighs, satisfied, as she smells her scent covering your body. She presses an open-mouthed kiss on your throat, just above the collar tag where her name is.

You wrapped your arms around her and whispered, “Thank you, mistress. That was…I don't even know how to describe it. It's beyond words,” you pause, feeling brave as you lifted her chin and stole a bashful kiss. “I'm glad you're my alpha.”

You feel her smile against your skin. “Me too, darling. Me too. Now get rest as much as you can, because I'm not done with you.”

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All good things come to an end, but not what you and Claire had found with each other on this island. The two of you weren't even able to enjoy the full beauty this place had to offer as you remained cooped up in Claire's room, blessing every corner with spit, sweat, and cum.

“You ready to go home, baby?”

When she didn't hear you respond, she found you looking at distant strange people in the faraway part of the island.

Claire gently whisks your hand away, effectively leading your attention away from Miles' people burying Duke's body.

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dainsleif x reader (nsfw) | "why don't you come back to my place?"

A stranger that frequented the bar helps walk you home. He's pretty sexy, you can't deny that...

Tags: oral sex, drunk sex

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The man was a newcomer to the bar, and you'd never even seen him in town before. He was dressed very strangely, wearing a mask on the right side of his face, the only feature visible on that side being his eye. He looked elegant, as if he was a descendant of a royal family. He had an air of sophistication to him, and he definitely wasn’t from the area, much less Mondstadt.

His gloved finger dragged along the rim of the shot glass before he picked it up and took a sip.

The stranger shot a glance at you, seeming to know that you were staring at him. Flustered, you grabbed the nearest cup and began to wash it. He definitely wasn't just a traveler. He had an eerie vibe to him so you avoided standing close when you served him, but you couldn't keep your eyes off of him. His light blonde hair was especially striking, catching your eyes every time you turned your head to survey the other customers.

The night went on, and the man had a few more glasses before he abruptly stood up and headed to the counter where you were.

You gave him a polite smile as you would to any customer, and he quietly asked for his check. His voice was deep and rich, and he seemed to prefer making eye contact when talking to someone, although it was hard to hold his sharp gaze.

You fetched him his check and he paid it, tipping you above average for how much he spent, then was gone as quickly as he arrived.

You couldn't lie that he was on your mind. He returned again the next week, ordering the same thing, solemnly approaching to pay the check. And the next week after that. You realized that you would stare at the door, awaiting his arrival at the usual times. One day, when you were bringing his personal favorite drink (at least you assumed it was because it was what he ordered the most), you stayed at his table for a bit longer.

"You've been coming here often,” you commented. "Are you a traveler? Or maybe you just moved here?"

He turned his head to look at you. His penetrative stare sent ghostly spiders crawling up the back of your neck. "I suppose you could say that," he replied after a silent pause.

"Well, no matter who you are, we appreciate your patronage." Usually the customers at the bar were more than willing to chat, especially with a few drinks in their system. This man, however, gave you a curt, short answer and you knew well enough that he wouldn’t entertain you much more. With a polite bow, you headed back to the counter and tried to watch him as discreetly as you could.

Your home was a bit of a trek from the city of Mondstadt, and by the time you left it was already dark. You weren't worried; not in the slightest. Nothing bad had happened to you before whenever you walked home from work. Slimes and hilichurl tribes were spotted in the area occasionally, but they only ever attacked if provoked.

The stars above you looked stunning, along with the moon shining brightly behind a gathering of clouds. You were busy looking up at the night sky when you heard a loud gust of wind blow behind you, and you wouldn’t have paid it any mind if the noise didn’t cause a primal twinge of fear to grow in your chest.

Turning on your heels, you watched as a group of creatures materialized behind you, their devious chuckles making your stomach sink.

You recollected that these were Abyss Mages, and although you never encountered them on your own, you knew they were incredibly dangerous for someone who couldn't fight or didn't possess a Vision. You recollected the tales that drunk adventurers rambled about of their fierce encounters with the creatures of the Abyss. What were they doing in the fields of Mondstadt… and why were there so many together?

You stepped back, watching their every move. A million thoughts and ideas rushed through your mind. Should you run? Can you even run? 

The mages laughed gleefully as they turned their wands in the air, and you were readying to run away when a tall figure seemed to materialize between you and the enemies. Without haste, he quickly eliminated them before you could even recognize who he was, the mages cries of defeat making you pity the poor things a bit. Your savior was ruthless, beating them so terribly that you were sure they’d never set foot (or teleport?) here again.

After he sheathed his sword, he turned to face you, keeping his distance. “Are you hurt?” He asked nonchalantly. 

"You're the strange guy from the bar," you realized, avoiding his question. Not intentionally, of course, but out of pure shock. Of course, you knew that he wasn’t an ordinary traveler, but he seemed to be crazy strong.

He walked towards you and grabbed your arm, turning it over and inspecting it, then checking the other.

You blushed and pulled away. “Hey, I’m fine! You got here just in time before anything happened. Thank you for saving me.”

He nodded in response. You rubbed your arms as he continued to look at you, not believing your reply regarding your well being. You turned to continue your journey home, raising your hand in the air to wave and calling back with one more expression of gratitude.

“Shall I walk you home?” You heard his voice call behind you.

You hesitated. Was it safe to trust this guy? Lead him right to your house where you lived alone and could barely defend yourself if he had terrible intentions? Or, were there more mages waiting for their enemy to leave you alone so they could pounce once more? “I’d appreciate it,” you said.

You two walked on opposite sides of the path. You tried to hide it, but you were jumping at every noise. That encounter had scared you a lot more than you thought. Something about those mages was much more frightening than a pack of hilichurls. The stranger noticed you turning your head to watch your surroundings and moved closer to assure you that you were safe.

“What’s your name?” You asked. Walking in silence was pretty awkward and you still had a bit of a way to go before you arrived at your house.

“Dainsleif,” he replied quickly. “And you?”

You mouthed his name to yourself. “I’m (y/n).”

Dainsleif nodded and kept quiet. He didn’t seem to be much of a conversationalist. You were curious about him, however. His long cape draped behind him as he walked, and he held himself as confident and gracefully as a prince. Who was he, exactly?

You stared at him for a moment before speaking up again. “Where have you been staying? I can tell you aren’t a resident of Mondstadt. Have you been staying at an inn?”

“I’ve been camping. I needn’t stay at an inn when I’ll only be in the city for a short while,” Dainsleif replied.

You scoffed. “You’ve been coming to the bar for almost a month now. I think at that point renting a place to stay would be suitable.”

He didn’t seem to react. “It’s hard to predict when my duty here will be finished.”

Soon enough, you arrived at your house. You unlocked the front door and turned to him once more to say goodbye. “Thank you, Dainsleif,” you said. “Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“There’s no need,” he replied. “It was a part of my job.”

You knew that if you let him walk away without adequately returning the favor that you would lay awake in bed, the guilt eating at you. “You’ve probably been eating campfire meals, right? Come on, I can make you a big dinner. How does that sound?”

Dainsleif adjusted the glove on his left hand, debating your offer. “I suppose, if you insist.”

You quickly lit the fireplace and prepared the stove. Dainsleif stood awkwardly at the door, watching you walk back and forth through the kitchen as you gathered ingredients.

“You can sit down, you know. Kick off your shoes, take off your coat, relax on the couch. Make yourself at home,” you said.

He opted for sitting at the dining table, hanging his coat over the backrest of the chair. There was little to no conversation as you prepared dinner. Glancing over to him, you watched him look at you, stare at the decorations around the house, or twiddle his fingers as he waited patiently.

What an awkward guy! You remarked to yourself. It was almost alluring, though, and you questioned whether he was like this to everyone or only strangers.

You finished making dinner and doled some creamy soup into a bowl for him. After pouring some for yourself, you placed the bowls at the table. You sat on the other side from him, consciously trying to keep your legs close so you wouldn’t impose on his personal leg space under the table.

Dainsleif didn’t remove his gloves as he ate, which you found odd, but you didn’t want to impose or prod in case it was a touchy subject. You were curious about a few other things, however.

“So, what’s your job here that you mentioned? You said saving me before was a part of it?”

He sipped from his spoon and politely dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “Those Abyss mages… I’m sure you realize it’s strange for them to be in this area, yes?”

You nodded.

“I’ve been trying to track them down, and it seems they’ve been drawn to something in this region. It’s strange that they decided to attack you, however. I was watching from afar and I could tell you did nothing to instigate them,” he said.

“You were watching me, huh?” You teased.

He looked down at his bowl and began to eat once more, ignoring your remark. Once he finished, he sat back in his chair, letting out a deep sigh.

“Want some more? There’s plenty left over.”

He met your gaze, an appreciative look in his eyes. “Yes, thank you.”

Dainsleif ate the second bowl as fast as the first, and you offered to get him another one but he politely declined. You made a note to offer him some to take with him when he decided to leave.

Not wanting to overstay his welcome, you assumed, he stood up and grabbed his coat. “I really appreciate the food and hospitality,” he said.

“No problem at all!” You replied. “I only wanted to return the favor for saving me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there.”

He gave you a small nod and began to put on his coat.

“Um, listen…” You said. “You can stay the night, if you’d like. I have a spare room with a nice bed and everything. I don’t want you to have to sleep out in the cold. If you’re worried about pushing boundaries, don’t be. I’m more than happy to provide you with anything you need.”

He opened his mouth and you could tell he was going to decline, but he pondered on the offer. “Well…” He rubbed his chin. He looked up at you once more, as if to see if he could find any hint of obligation on your face, but he knew you meant the offer wholeheartedly. “If it really isn’t a bother. Thank you.”

He sat on the couch this time, although he sat stiffly. You almost felt like you pressured him into staying, but it was more likely that he was just hesitant about being offered things, one of those kinds of people. You opened a bottle of wine, figuring it was too early for either of you to head to bed. Maybe some alcohol would lighten the mood.

You sat beside him, giving him enough room so that it wasn’t too awkward. He swirled the drink around the glass before sipping it, giving you a nod as thanks.

The conversation didn’t get too deep, but questions were shot back and forth at each other, you prompting them more often than him.

“Where are you from?” You asked.

“Somewhere that you definitely would not have known about unless you’re a scholar, let’s just say… and you?”

“Always been here in Mondstadt … How old are you?”

“I can’t answer most of these as a normal person would. What about you?”

“Old enough.”

Dainsleif was very, very strange. He didn’t seem to like revealing anything about himself, but when he did it made no sense at all or was too vague to even get an inkling of what he was even saying.

The more glasses you poured, the more you realized you were staring. The details of his outfit were beautiful, surely very expensive. His cologne was dignified and pleasant to smell, much unlike other men who often doused themselves. He had captivating features, and you couldn’t help but wonder why he wore the mask while still showing his right eye.

He seemed to be feeling the effects of the drinks too. His posture was much more relaxed, a pinkish tint adorning his face. You noticed you were sitting much closer to him than before.

The side of his hand pressed against your thigh, and you suddenly remembered the daydreams you would have about him as you were on shift, like a child thinking about their crush that they had never once spoken to.

“You seem to love to stare. Do you do that with all your customers at the bar?”

You felt your face heat up and turned away, pretending there was something very interesting on the bare wall. “It’s not everyday that such a strange man like yourself walks in.”

“Strange? You think I’m strange?” His hand moved to hold onto your knee, and you leaned closer against his arm.

“Normal Mondstadt people don’t wear a mask to the bar, or a big gaudy cape,” you said. Your plan to encourage conversation with wine seemed to work, but it was taking a much flirtier turn than you expected. It wasn’t like you were opposed to this scenario though…

“Ah, you think I’m gaudy too?” He squeezed your knee and a warm spark traveled through your arms and up your back. He chuckled, his deep voice making your heart skip.

“I like it, though.” You wrapped your arm around his bicep. “It’s very eye-catching… A nice change of pace compared to the usual customers I see.”

Dainsleif slowly began to drag his hand up your thigh as he finished off his glass. You leaned in closer to him, encouraging his touch. Everything felt warm, with the alcohol in your system, the heat of the fireplace, and his large hand squeezing at your flesh.

The next moments were a haze; his gloved hand was suddenly under your chin, gentle kisses lining your lips and the corners of your mouth.

Your hand traced his collarbone and neck; your fingers following the thick, dark blue veined pattern raised from his skin.

You slowly pulled away from him, interrupting his string of kisses. He let out a huff, the smell of rich wine on his breath. Sliding off of the couch, you balanced on your knees in front of him, resting your head on his lap and hooking a finger through his belt loop playfully.

He looked down at you with a small smile, eyes half closed. “Where was this confidence when we were walking home earlier, hm?”

“I would say that these are entirely different situations,” you slurred. Dainsleif placed a hand over yours and led your hand to rest on his thigh while he undid his belt. He placed it to the side and began to work the zipper of his pants.

He adjusted his position so that his pants were lower on his hips. It was so, so tempting to go at it right away as you gazed at his growing erection under his briefs. You decided that teasing such a stony-faced man and watching his reaction shift to that of one trying to hold back his expressions (and failing to do so) would be much more satisfying.

You brought a hand to his clothed cock, tracing the outline with your fingers, feeling the bulge grow with each touch. Dainsleif let out a sigh, placing his hand on your head and beginning to stroke your hair.

Time seemed to be so, so slow, and you wondered if he was feeling the same way. He didn’t seem to be hurrying you. That is, until he brought his hand to your cheek and lifted your head to make eye contact with him.

“Now, if you’re going to go this slow I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” he mumbled. His words sent a rush to your groin and you squeezed your legs tight as a reflex. Would it be so bad if he took the reins?

You fingered at the waistband of his underwear and he lifted his hips so you could lower it. His cock, although not fully hard yet, twitched in anticipation as you let out a shaky breath and brought your mouth closer. Your fingers clasped around the shaft and you pumped a few times, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. Just as serious as ever, but the corners of his mouth were upturned in a curt smile.

You wet your lips with your tongue and slowly kissed the tip before bringing it past your lips and dragging your tongue along it. You could feel it thicken in your hand as he let out a deep sigh above you. His fingers ran through your hair, encouraging you to keep going.

Focusing the tip, you felt your saliva pool on your tongue as you took him further in your mouth with a moan. You took your time, sucking gently and slowly as you lowered your head down. Before you bottomed out, you took it out of your mouth with a pop and held it against your cheek, looking up at him once more, craving some kind of verbal response from him.

Even better, however, was that he tightened his fingers around the clump of your hair in his grasp. You let out a harsh breath, moving your thumb to gently press against his balls and bringing his cock back into your mouth. Despite the warning tugging at your scalp, you once again went down with a slow pace, taking in his musky taste and feeling his skin twitch against your tongue.

Dainsleif clicked his tongue above you and began to exert pressure on your head, pushing you down his shaft. Your stomach reflexed as his tip nudged the back of your throat. You could feel a warm heat gather at your crotch, twitching at how rough he was with you, his actions demanding you to get at it already.

Pumping at his cock with your hand as you pulled your head back, you increased your pace, feeling the outline of a vein brushing against your tongue. His hand on the back of your head guided your movements, pushing you down onto his dick until it jabbed your throat and the pulling of your hair bringing your lips to his tip again.

Sticky precum settled at the roof of your mouth and back of your tongue, but you had no chance to swallow with the pace he settled on. Your lungs fluttered as they took quick breaths, your legs getting shaky and barely able to hold yourself up as you fought against your gag reflex.

Sighs of satisfaction came from Dainsleif, and you moved your hand to grasp his pant leg as he began to move his hips to match his rhythm. You could feel tears gather at your eyes as he fucked into your mouth and your nose began to run, but the thought of him using you like this to get himself off turned you on beyond imagination.

An especially rough thrust forced a groan from you and he pulled you up, a line of drool trailing from his cock and your tongue. You took deep breaths as he finally gave you a chance to and his hand moved to cupped your cheek.

“Please tell me if I’m being rough with you, alright?” He reassured.

You simply nodded. It hurt, and you could already feel how bruised your throat was from his thrusting every time you swallowed, but just having him fuck up into your mouth and hold you in place made your groin ache with need for release. You brought a hand into your pants to palm yourself, rubbing at your sensitive point and leaning in close to Dainsleif’s cock once more.

While you touched yourself with one hand, the other moved to wrap around his shaft again and you went back down onto his dick, going at a faster pace than you initiated before. You and your throat were much more accustomed to his length, especially since he wasn’t forcing you down onto it as rough as before.

“Perfect. You’re so good, doing so good (y/n),” he praised, his sentence ending with a large huff. You felt yourself get even closer to finishing just from his encouraging words. Glancing up at him for a moment, you noticed him biting his bottom lip and he watched you obediently suck him off.

Matching the speed of your own hand working yourself to an orgasm to the bobbing of your head, you felt your thighs strain and tense as you quickly approached it. After a particularly deep thrust, you came all over your hand and a heavy moan forced the air out of your lungs.

The vibration of your vocal orgasm caused Dainsleif to groan, louder than any of the noises he had previously made. You felt his cock twitch against your tongue and his fingers tightened in your hair as he pushed you down his shaft, your nose brushing against the trail of hair on his front.

The hot wave of cum coated your tongue, the bitter taste causing you to reflexively swallow. Dainsleif held your head in place as he released his load into you, then slowly guided you off of his cock. A mixture of spit and cum dribbled down your chin, and you unceremoniously wiped it off with your forearm.

When you finally sat down on the carpet in front of him, you realized how sore your legs felt. You took deep breaths, eyes barely open. You sniffled, the tearing up from gagging causing your nose to get stuffy. Your mouth and throat felt sticky with the remnants of cum.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Who would’ve thought this is how we would end up tonight?” Once Dainsleif caught his breath, he pulled up his pants and moved to sit at the edge of the couch. He cupped your chin and titled it so you’d look into his eyes.

“Let me get you cleaned up, alright?”

The two of you entered the shower. You were exhausted, leaning into his body as he carefully brought a washcloth to your groin to wash off your own cum, then lathering up his hands with soap to clean off your chin and wherever else your spit managed to drip onto.

With gentle touches that contrasted the rough grasps he gave you before, he ran the soap through your hair, washing it and massaging your scalp.

You were almost too tired and too drunk to realize, but he had removed his mask and gloves. The veinlike patterns that trailed his neck reached up to his cheek, branching out and fading at the tips. His hands had the same marking, except much more abundant. You stared at them; you had never seen anything like it before. You wondered where he got them from, but you knew that if you asked he would provide no clear answer.

He led you to your bed, then gathered both yours and his clothing. You offered to show him how to start the washing machine but he waved you off. “It’s alright. I can manage,” he replied. “You get warmed up under the covers.”

While you awaited his return, you felt yourself falling asleep. You could fight it no longer, and only woke up partially as you felt Dainsleif slip under the blanket with you and wrap his arms around you.

The morning sunlight shone through your window, and you brought your hands up to shield your eyes and rub the sleep out of them. Rolling over to face the other way, you suddenly remembered what occurred last night, realizing that your guest wasn’t in the bed with you.

Groaning, you got up from the bed, using a blanket to cover yourself. “Dainsleif?” You called as you looked outside of your bedroom towards the dining room. You saw a piece of paper lying on the table and walked over to see what it was.

Slanted handwriting lined the paper, and you sighed after reading it.

“Thank you for the meal and bed, (y/n). I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. I’ll be awaiting our reunion. I hope you enjoy your breakfast.”

He signed it off with an elegant signature, very fitting for his personality.

On the counter top, you noticed he had left you some ripe sunsettias.

Who knew when the mysterious Dainsleif would return to you?

[theloveinc]

Shinsou needs you to look at him so bad but also can't keep eye contact with you at all

Whore. Vying for your attention like a child only not being able to handle it cuz he's really just a baby deep down.

And you already know he can give the most dangerous pair of bedroom eyes if he really wants to, just has never liked someone as much as he likes you to actually want to use them seriously.

I feel like it's funny because, before you start dating, you think the reason he can't look you in the eye is just because he's aloof and doesn't care, but after you start, it's frustrating because it's so intimate and lovely and he still can't bring himself to do it! Despite always needing to be in your vicinity or up in your business, turning away the second you acknowledge him.

Getting-all-flustered-ass when you pay attention to him like he's not staring/glaring down everyone else... Yes, I would be kinda Pissed.

(It's really just because he's shy. Being all sexy and intimidating to keep people from thinking they can get all close to him.

The first time you go to the club together as a couple, you catch him giving sexy eyes to a guy chatting him up, and the second you walk over to confront him about it, he's melting under your gaze and ignoring the other person altogether... embarrassed and squirmy at the thought of you being mad at him but needing you to know it's just because he loves you so.

He just can't help it!!! And now the stranger is mad that you got him so easily... bamboozled.)

[insane-the-creator]

Beautiful Man 💛

I still remember the day our eyes first met. As I waited in the Dr's lobby I entertained my self with my phone. I suddenly felt someone's gaze on me. My eyes immediately left my screen phone and looked up. I had caught you staring at me.

We then locked eyes. I felt the sparks burst in the air, and suddenly it was only you and me in the room and no one else existed. We stared at eachother for what felt like forever but were only a couple of minutes I felt our energies pulling closer Yet we were a couple of feet apart I wonder could this be the one As we broke contact I then saw you through the corner of my eye peeking to catch another glimpse of me as if you too felt what I felt. Minutes pass by then I get call right in. It was you again. I was so nervous to speak to you. I remember how kind and generous you were so considerate.I thought to myself he's too good to be true.I still remember the features of your face the moles that connect like stars near your juicy kissable lips. Your darked hair sexy shaped beard connecting perfectly to your jaw line. Your muscular arms with a mole on it just like my arm. Your tan brown sugar skin and your cool tattoo that stood out to me.  Till this day I wonder if you think of me like I think of you. I can't seem to get you out of my head. It's like you belong in my heart and brain. You're my favorite thought that I replay constantly. It brings a smile to my face when I think of you and those beautiful moles, it is like I'm gazing at the night sky. You're my personal star here on earth. You shine so bright you make my heart feel again. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I've beheld you. You'll be imprinted in my heart as the most beautiful man I've ever seen 💛

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

425 of 2022

L is for the way you look at me… The kind of person you’re first attracted to.

I don’t pay much attention to looks, except for eyes. Personality is what matters to me more, as I don’t fall for people at first sight. You’re gonna win my heart (or be very likely to) if you’re kind, caring, fairly intelligent, respectful and overall a genuine person.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Nope, I’m a realist.

How do you show someone you are interested?

I become an idiot lol. I avoid looking at them because every time I do, I start blushing. XD I may get talkative, too.

Is there such thing as a perfect relationship?

I believe everyone has their own idea of perfection, and that so-called “universal perfection” doesn’t exist.

How do you know when someone thinks you’re attractive?

I don’t. I’m oblivious to that body language stuff.

How do you know it’s right?

I just don’t.

Could you date someone who has been only your friend for a long time?

I’ve only dated like that. The fact people fall for strangers is utterly baffling to me.

What do you wear to attract the opposite sex?

Lmao I’m gay. XD I don’t dress to impress others and I really don’t care if the opposite sex is attracted to me or not. I am not attracted to women in any other way than platonic, so why would I try to impress them with my looks?

What makes someone sexy?

Their brains. And kindness.

Are you uncomfortable staring into someone’s eyes who likes you?

More if I like them.

Do you come across as confident, sexy, friendly, subtle, or innocent?

Probably friendly, and it’s okay. I don’t even want to be seen as sexy in any way.

When someone catches your eye, do you try to make eye contact or avoid it?

Avoid it, if it’s accidental. But when I’m talking with someone, it’s no problem.

Your favorite colors of eyes in the opposite sex:

I don’t care about the opposite sex.

What makes you sexy?

Hopefully nothing.

O is for the only one I see… Describe your significant other or crush.

Shorter than me, hazel eyes, dark hair going grey, slightly overweight, doesn’t care what people think about him, blunt but caring. And not afraid of hard work.

When are you the most happy in a relationship?

When I know I can count on my husband and he knows he can count on me, too.

Do you believe in soul mates? Have you found yours?

I do and yes, I have.

How many people have broken your heart?

One.

Would you ever cheat or have you ever cheated?

No and no.

Have you ever loved someone who didn’t love you back?

Yeah, happened. Falling for straight guys lol.

Have you ever given someone your entire heart?

Yeah, my ex Nielsje and my husband. I don’t regret.

What kind of things do you do to show someone you are theirs?

I’m there for them.

Is there ever a happily ever after?

Looks like there is.

Do you want to grow old with someone or be single?

Since the marriage happened, I want things to stay this way.

Are you a hopeless romantic?

Not at all.

What’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you?

He stayed with me overnight just to listen to me.

What are you like when you’re in love?

Over the moon happy.

Describe your dream person.

I think I did it already.

V is very, very extraordinary… What has been the weirdest date you’ve ever been on?

Can’t think of anything.

And the very best?

Either Oostende or the Irish pub, or the Netherlands.

What’s the most money a boyfriend or girlfriend has spent on you?

He bought me beer, he always does when we go out. I like it that way.

And the most you’ve spent on them?

I buy food for us both. He pays the bills. It’s enough.

Which one of your relationships was the shortest?

Jay, six months. Strange to think we’ve been friends for years prior that.

Which was the longest?

My husband, over 4 years.

Are you friends with any of your exes?

Yes, with Nielsje. I still love him on a way.

Do you wish you were back together with any of your exes?

No, the past is the past. I’m gllad to have a wonderful friend, though.

Do you ever have dreams about your exes?

No, never.

If you want to get married, what age?

I’m married already.

Are you open or closed because of past hurt?

I rarely talk about it.

What is your philosophy on love?

There are many types of love, much more than just romantic.

Who do you secretly yearn for?

No one, and the one I have I don’t need to yearn for.

E is even more than anyone that you adore… The reason you love your significant other or crush.

He’s my best friend ever.

Would you change yourself for someone you loved?

No. You either love me for who I am or you don’t love me at all, the only change I’d consider is personal growth to become a better person.

Would you give up a dream for someone you loved?

No. You knew what you were taking.

Would you quit a job for someone you loved?

No. I love my job way too much.

The thing you love about relationships:

Having someone to just be with.

The thing you love about being single:

No grumpy men around.

The person who’s on your mind right now:

My husband and why is he playing that game tonight.

[shingia]

hot things they do

idek what this post is i’m ngl 💀 i started writing it last week as a brain dump.. but it eventually turned into a real post

↳ cw: making out hehe | one mention of wounds

↳ armin, jean, connie, porco, eren

— porco

• his morning voice is so raspy?? so deep? he just has to whisper a little ‘morning and your eardrum is shaking

• freshly-out-of-the-shower porco with his hair soaking wet, only wearing sweatpants :p

• HE DOES THE TONGUE-IN-CHEEK THINGY WHEN HE’S LOWKEY JEALOUS

• jealous porco is so fucking hot let’s just admit it. because he tries so hard to look like he doesn’t care but he really really does

• he also always has his arm resting on the back of your chair when you’re sitting next to each other

• and if it’s not the arm on the chair then it’s the hand on the thigh *giggles*

• when you’re cleaning his wounds and he clenches his jaw and slightly hiss because the disinfectant stings a little? am i weird for finding this hot?

• when he sMiles while you’Re mAking ouT (he’s so cocky i hate him)

— armin

• when he curses under his breath >>>>

• poor baby is under way too much stress, so sometimes he just sighs and throws his head back with a groan when he’s frustrated and it’s the hottest thing ever

• just him multitasking honestly. like- writing something and talking to someone at the same time? or him cooking while he’s in the phone?? that’s sexy

• he’s the kinda guy who always calls you by your name when he’s talking to you and idk why but that’s hot

• he also puts his hand on your lower back whenever he walks past you

• ARMIN BUILDING FURNITURE! he looks so focused when he reads the instructions

• last but not least: he’s a slow kisser. enough said.

— jean

• mf looks so hot when he’s driving and he knows it. i’m talking one hand resting on top of the steering wheel kind of sexiness

• he definitely puts his arm in front of you when he brakes a little too hard (he makes protectiveness so sexy istg)

• another example of sexy protectiveness is when you’re walking in a busy street, he always holds your waist and pulls you in to make sure nobody’s gonna bump into you. and he’s ready to throw hands if anyone does

• he’s so freaking tall he can grab the doorframe when he’s talking to you :>>

• ok and hear me out now: shirtless jean sleeping on his stomach, arms crossed and hands tucked under his pillow. and like when you wake up you can see the morning light highlighting every single one of his muscles jahdkshdjs

• and then they flex when he reaches out for his phone on the nightstand GOODBYE 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

— connie

• so much jewelry??! ESPECIALLY RINGS

• don’t ask why but i just know he looks hot when he takes them off before bed

• he has a gold necklace and sometimes he tugs on it when he’s focused on something skdhsksj

• if you’re in a group setting and he sees that you don’t have anywhere to sit he’ll just pat his lap as an invitation

• and it’s not even humorous, he’s dead serious

• btw: dead serious connie? that’s hot too

• sometimes when he’s on the phone (doesn’t matter with whom), he stops listening to the other person because he’s too busy checking you out in the middle of the conversation. man’s staring at you and he’s not even ashamed of it

• when he’s the life of the party and he freaking owns it. (he def knows how to move his hips when he dances you can’t convince me otherwise)

— eren

• something about eren taking his shirt off by pulling it over his head *eats fist*

• OR when he takes his hoodie off and his shirt lifts up a little :3

• v-line for days, it’s canon.

• when he puts his hair up obviouslyyy. and he’s holding the hairband between his lips ughh

• QUICK REFLEXES!!!

• someone could throw him something while he’s talking to you and he’ll catch it without taking his eyes off of you

• eye contacts holy shit he’s so good at these. my boy is staring right into your soul and he makes it look so hot

• he also grabs you by the waist when you’re making out. there, i said it.

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

[dabilovesme]

Boyfriend!Hwajin Headcanons

Pairings: Hwajin x black!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, suggestive, a lil violence but y’all be ight

- Mans was stunned when he first saw you

- You were a math teacher for a class of rowdy first years and Hwajin was assigned to dial everything down, so when he first walked into the loud classroom, his eyes were stuck in you

-Who can blame him? You were the finest mf in the school, and the finest person Hwajin has ever saw

-From your beautiful prominent and soft facial features, all the way down to your deep curves and thick body, the way your short black pencil skirt hugged your full hips and the way your white blouse held your breast was so eye catching , he knew it wasn’t appropriate to look at you in this way, but god you were breathtaking

- “Hey I’m Hwajin from the TRPA, you must be a teacher hm?” Boyyyy he was nervous asl even looking you in the eye “yes I am, my name is y/n, nice to meet you sir.” you took his hand to shake it and dragged your thumb in soothing circles on the back of his hand, you maintained eye contact while doin so, after that he knew he needed to have you immediately

- you weren’t the easiest to get thru, but mans was dedicated so he tried for 2 solid weeks, then you finally let him take you out on a date

-He took you on a nice ass picnic, in the beautiful part of the forest

-The trees were big and full of leaves, the grass was well nourished, the lake was a beautiful blue shade, it was absolutely beautiful

-“Hwajin…you didn’t have to do all of this for me, this is absolutely breathtaking.” You were shocked about the effort he put into this, “I wanna show you how much I really want you and appreciate you, now if you stop doubting your worth, may we eat ma’am?”

- And from that 1st date y’all started dating, and it has been such a fever dream

- He cooks for you for early mornings and nights, but one time he was in a rush so you decided to cook for him, that’s when he found his love for soul food, from the baked Mac n cheese to the lamb chops, he loves it all, sometimes he “accidentally” forget to cook just so that you can cook

- You already look sexy in your work attire but OUT of your work attire? Oh lord get this man before he tackles you n do sumn unholy things cuz you be lookin fine AS FUCK

-a tight nude color sundress, hugging your every curve and dip, makes him feral, when y’all are walking and out somewhere, he holds you close as if someone is going to take you

-Also he has no shame. Like at all. If he sees someone staring, he will literally put a vice grip on your ass and stare at the person while smiling cuz he knows how lucky he is

-One time , Hanrim was flirting hard with you and was gettin a lil touchy and when Hwajin said sumn to her about gettin real friendly with you, she called it z”girl to girl talk”, so he grabbed you by the ass, lofted you up, and started kissing you everywhere, Hanrim stared for a bit and started to walk away “what’s wrong? I thought you’d appreciate the show I’m givin to you.” He’s such an asshole, but you love him so much for it

HEYYY LONG TIME NO SEE

My princesses🧚🏾‍♀️: @whatdidshesayyy @emonaculate @rinhoes @tenyaiidasslut @thicksimpx @yutaswifey @izu-kuz @pervysenpaix @plussizeficchick @angelanika @angwritez @aizawasbrazybaby @sexy-lil-nugget @sintiva @dejwrites @luna-indigoduh @xogabbiexo @blkchxrryblyss @bookwormsenpai @bumbleblackbee @boredandelusive @pinkluvrr @nasty-quillz @namjoonswifeyy @misss-chrisss @maydayaisha

[thundersoothers]

attractive things the genshin boys do

who: childe, diluc, & kaeya x f!reader

what: drabbles; getting together & attractive things that the genshin boys do in modern college-ish age/a little older

wc: 6.1k

warnings: suggestive but nothing explicit

childe: 

generally regarded as attractive, but he doesn’t care much about what other people think about him. confident, chill, and good company with everyone else, but with you, he’s a tease one moment and sweet the next.

he touches your back when he walks behind you, but not in a creepy way where his hand lingers on you or he actually shoves you, but in the way that his hand brushes over your back just enough that you feel it and become more aware of your surroundings—and then you feel him. feel him as if he’s fully pressed against you, like you can feel the heat of his body on your skin, like the whole of his hand is running over your lower back and not just his fingers. you glance in his direction after he passes, and he’s staring back at you.

he says shit like “oh, yeah?” and “make me” and “prove it” and looks so damn proud of himself when he teases you with a shit-eating grin and stares at you and your reactions with hooded, amused eyes. everything he does, even if it isn’t inherently attractive, is just so fucking sexy. when he takes his sweatshirt off and his shirt rides up, he makes eye contact with you and grins when he notices you staring at his abs and, oh, god, his v-line before he pulls his shirt back down. eventually, childe really will run his whole hand over your lower back when he walks behind you, leaving it on your waist for a moment and whispering, “excuse me, baby,” in your ear as he passes by you. gets a little rowdy and loud when with his friends and teammates, grabbing them around their neck and messing with their hair, the muscles in his forearm flexing and the veins in his hand coming out when he fists their hair. if he catches you looking at him, he’ll smirk at you and wink—before almost getting an elbow to the eye. he’s a little scary when he’s mad, with his arms crossed over his chest, standing tall with his head tilted up, looking down at the person, jaw clenched or a scary grin on his face. it’s kind of unnerving to see to you, but he thinks you’re hot when you’re mad, when you’re annoyed and antsy and riled up because of him. he’s strong; he works out and plays hard and has muscles everywhere—and he makes sure you know exactly what he looks like. 

his pet names for you are baby or babe, pretty girl or sweetness, or any that will get a reaction out of you. his only motivation is seeing you get annoyed or embarrassed. when you do, he’ll tilt his head, quirk his eyebrow, and grin. “ohh, you like that? good.” 

the duality of childe being able to tease you, make you flustered and irritated, and him being able to comfort you and be friendly and sweet and genuine, and the way he flips between those moods so easily and quickly, is jarring to you. 

he pays for things for you but doesn’t expect, want, or accept you paying him back. you know what I mean? like, when someone pays for your lunch so you have to buy them lunch in return later, or when someone pays for your dinner, especially on a date, so you feel obligated to spend more time with them after, like that? nope. it’s never like that with childe. he’ll give the waiter his card before you’re even seated so you don’t get a chance to try to pay. he’ll deny any online payments you send to him and give back cash you sneak into his wallet. even when you’re the one who initiates hanging out, he still manages to pay for everything, no matter how much you protest and try to stop him. 

he “only accepts kisses as compensation,” he says with a sly grin when the guilt of him paying for you weighed heavily on your chest. but, he sputters when you do kiss him on the cheek—which is bright red and warm under your lips. you had to lean up to reach him and rest your hand on the back of his neck to pull his face toward you. his hands flew down to rest on your hips when your fingers threaded through his hair, his breath hitching in his chest and his eyes fluttering closed, and he squeezed your waist tightly, fingers digging into your sides, when you breathed out on his neck after kissing his cheek. 

you make him homemade lunches and desserts in return instead, both of which you “put so much effort into, I was sweating making these; my goodness, childe, it’d be so rude if you said no!” he’s too prideful to just simply say thank you, so he teases you with things along the lines of “so you think of me when you’re at home alone?” and “you should come over so I can see you cook in person!” and, the worst, “I bet you’re as sweet as these cookies. will you let me have a taste?” you think of teasing him back, maybe saying something like “only if you cook with me” or “you can finally put your pretty tongue to good use and lick the spoons clean.” but, you’re not quite bold enough to do that—although, seeing how he would react is very good motivation …

he plays ice hockey. he just has to. all the hottest guys play ice hockey which means childe plays ice hockey. imagine him taking off his helmet and throwing his head back, chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath through deep, panting inhales, pulling his jersey up over his head and tossing it on the floor, his muscles rippling when he takes off the rest of his gear, pants low on his hips and sweat dripping down his chest. mhm, yeah. that’s what I thought. 

you have a towel, baby?? I can lick u clean if not

when he personally invites you to one of his games for the first time, he’s the most bashful you’ve ever seen him. he doesn’t say something like, ‘you can come if you want.’ oh, no, not childe. “I have a game on friday. at 7.” he meets your eyes despite his cheeks being pink and rubs the back of his neck. “I want you to come.” 

you say yes, and he beams. “I’ll give you something to wear.” he looks away from you and covers his face. “you’ll look good in it.” 

when they win, he pulls off his helmet and searches the crowd for you. somehow, he spots you easily, as if there wasn’t anyone else around you, and meets your eyes. he grins and mouths, “this is for you,” or something cheesy like that. the weight of his spare away-game jersey feels light on your shoulders. (he’s so happy that they won because if they lost, he would have never shown his face around you again.) 

he’s the type to tell his mom about you. you can tell because when you go over to his house for the first time, she greets you as if she’s known you for a long time. your name is spoken warmly, softly, with fondness when she welcomes you. childe purposefully avoids your gaze when you glance at him with wide eyes over his mother’s shoulder, hesitantly moving your arms to return her tight hug. his siblings greet you like they know you, too, with this look of excitement as if they’ve been waiting in suspense for you to come. they all know your name. and you know theirs, too, of course; childe has told you about his family in his rarer moments of complete honesty, when you sit next to each other alone and your shoulders are touching and he leans his head against yours, and he speaks of his family like they gave him the world, of his hopes and dreams, of how he wishes he could change the world. then, the next moment, he’s teasing that you could be part of his family, too, if you just accepted a pretty little ring! 

but you’re a little confused when tonia, his younger sister, says to you, “are you actually dating ajax? you’re so cool and nice and pretty and he’s so … the way he is.” you laugh it off nervously and childe looks away again when you glance at him. and then his mom asks while you’re helping her plate dinner (which you didn’t know you were staying for until you saw the dining table set for 6), “so, you and ajax have been dating for two months? or was it three?” 

something clatters loudly on the ground and you look over sharply. it’s childe standing in the doorway, a metal fork clanging on the floor under him, his hand frozen in shape as if the fork was still in his fingers. he meets your stare slowly, mouth parted and eyes wide. he looks … almost scared, which you’ve never seen on him before. 

you blink. 

oh. oh. 

you didn’t know if all of those times you hung out together were dates. you wondered, but you didn’t want to ask because it seemed too late to do that if they were dates, and because of the fear that you would ruin whatever kind of relationship you had with him if he said they weren’t. 

“yeah, that’s right,” you say, still looking at childe, whose eyes have widened even further and hand shakes in the air. “we’ve been dating for two months.” 

after dinner, he leads you upstairs to his room and closes the door behind him after you walk in. he tugs you by the back of your shirt to face him and walks forward, forcing you to stumble the other way until your back is against the wall. he puts one hand beside your head on the wall and takes your chin between two fingers with his other and tilts your head up toward him. he looks over you for a moment, his face flushed and his eyes dark, and then stares at your lips. your hands go to tangle in his hair, pulling on it slightly, and you lean up to reach him. childe meets you halfway. 

and he kisses you. slowly, with rhythm at first, moving his hand down to rest around your neck and holding your cheek with the other. but then he’s faster and excited and messy and his hands are all over you and pulling at your clothes and running over your skin and he’s moaning and whimpering into your mouth and saying things you’d only ever dreamed about, and you realize, ‘yeah. those were definitely dates.’ 

after they win the national championship, you walk down by the box to congratulate him, comfortably wearing his home-game jersey, his name proudly displayed on your shoulders. before you can begin to look for him or call out to him in the busy hall, he’s in front of you, pressed against you and heaving, holding your face in his hands and kissing you like he’s desperate. like he needs to. like he can’t stop.

“I love you,” childe whines—almost cries—into your mouth with a line of spit connecting your lips. “come with me.” 

then, he fucks you against the locker room wall. 

hard. 

diluc:

exudes expensive. doesn’t fully realize just how fucking sexy he is. a little clueless, such a gentleman, gives more than he could ever take.

diluc isn’t necessarily … out of touch with the way normal, non-rich, people not employed as ceos live, but he is dumbfounded by some of the things you say.

“I was just gonna take an uber or walk if it costs too much. the place is only, like, a mile or two away.”

“oh, I’m not getting lunch; I’ve been burning through money and I need to budget some to last me through the rest of the week.”

“dinner? hmm, I’ll probably have a microwave meal or something, maybe ramen or one of those frozen ones.”

the look he gives you is one of confusion, concern, and probably disappointment. “come with me. I’ll handle it.” whatever it is, he says he’ll handle it—“only if you want, of course.” and diluc really will take care of it.

if you’re going out to get a drink with friends, he says, “call me if you need anything. really, just say the word and I’ll be there. anywhere, anytime.” on the rare occasion he actually goes out with you, he’s DD. orders for you if you’re too anxious to talk to the bartender. and pays for you without you asking. watches your and the girls’ drinks when you’re away and looks out for any creeps trying to approach any of you. takes the best care of you when you’re drunk or faded. lets you rest on his shoulder when you get tired, wraps his arm around your waist to support you as you walk, his hand gripping your hip with a few of his fingers splayed over your stomach. if you ever say you’re going to take an uber back home, he simply responds, “no. I’ll drive you.”

he drives a car so expensive, you feel a little out of place in it. luxury: probably a BMW, lexus, maybe a mercedes. sedan, all black interior, tinted windows. smells like whatever expensive cologne he wears and the smell lingers on your clothes even after you get out. has too many buttons where the AC and volume controls normally are and you aren’t sure which does what and you’re afraid you’re going to touch one and break it and then be in an absurd amount of debt to fix it. one of the cars that rides really quiet and smooth; the best to be a passenger in.

and also the best to be a passenger in because you get to watch him drive.

and, oh god, he’s a good driver. here’s a list of hot shit diluc does while driving:

always opens the door for you when you get into the car

once he reached over you to open the door from the inside when your hands were full and got really close to your face and said something like, “that help a little, love?”

puts his arm behind your headrest when backing into a parking space, grunts in your ear when he has to stretch to look through the back windshield

uses only his palm to turn the wheel sometimes if you get what I mean,, like this

gives you aux hehehe and sometimes says, “can you play this one song? it reminded me of you. I think you’d like it.”

puts one hand on your thigh but he doesn’t really realize that he’s doing it??? I’ll explain

when he’s driving, diluc has his hand on your thigh. his palm is hot—you can feel it through your pants and it feels like it’s burning if your thigh is bare. his thumb rubs circles slowly on the outside of your thigh while his other fingers rest on the inside of your thigh—his hand is big enough to touch all of you. his fingers are thick and calloused and strong. if he has to have both hands on the wheel for a moment, when he puts his hand back on your thigh, he gives you a little squeeze, digging his fingers in gently. he doesn’t really look at you when he touches you, just looks at the road and continues driving with his hand heavy and hot on your thigh.

you’re sure he knows what he’s doing. he has to know what he’s doing. but whenever he lays his hand a little higher up on your thigh and begins to rub circles or squeeze, and you adjust or make a sound, he looks at you with genuine concern and asks if you’re okay, if the AC is too low, if you’re in pain somewhere. as if he isn’t the one making you wriggle and whimper. stupid man.

diluc really has no gauge of how attractive he is. he knows he is somewhat because he gets so much attention, but he doesn’t care for it. he has better and more important things to do, after all—but, if you needed anything, just let him know. he can always set aside time for you, of course.

diluc is a dream. god took his time making that one. he has a strong sense of loyalty and duty. he isn’t a ceo for no reason; he works hard and is highly driven to be better. reluctant to ever ask for help or surrender himself to someone else to take care of him (but, he’ll admit, he trusts you). naturally settles into a caretaker position: buys things for you, helps you with whatever you need, gives you so much more than he could ever think of taking. just so good, he almost seems unattainable.

a soft kind of lover. a little clueless, fumbling and unsure, but still gentle, warm, caring, pure, and earnest. a perfect gentleman.

once, when there weren’t enough seats around, diluc began to stand up to offer you his—chivalry is dead except for him—but you vehemently refused. so, instead, he sat back down, leaned back and put one hand around the back of the chair, spread his legs and gestured to his lap.

“sit.”

dhmu screaming and crying rn

he didn’t even mean it to sound like that or know what his words implicated and how absolutely yummy he looked waiting for you to take a seat on his lap. in his mind, he’s only being polite; it’s simply the right thing to do. he just doesn’t understand he’s hot and you’d rather be sitting in his lap so you can ride his thigh!!! and that makes you reluctant to take all of the things he does for you as him liking you back.

but mondstadt sees things as you two dating except neither of you know and are too scared to talk to each other. the city collectively decides they are tired of you, fuck this, you both are idiots, we have to get them together or else they never will and they’ll keep dancing around each other and being disgusting and in love. so, mondstadt’s finest hatch a plan.

kaeya intercepts you on your way to drop off the lunch you made for diluc, which is one of the only things that he accepts from you; homemade meals, little gifts and trinkets, acts of care like doing his hair and massaging his hands when they get sore. “you heading to see my dear brother?” kaeya says with a grin, his hands already over yours on the box. “I’m on my way to see him; I can take that for you.” before you can respond, he’s walking away with it in his hands while you stand there, stunned and empty-handed.

before kaeya gives it to diluc, he sticks on a note that lisa scripted and eula carefully wrote in your handwriting: ‘meet me at starsnatch cliff at 6 <3 see you then!’ eula scoffed when writing it that morning, but reported to kaeya after he came back, “she stared after you walked away with the lunch and looked like a kicked puppy. horrendous. but, tell me what happens between them—not that I care.”

noelle grabs you next. “I’m so sorry to bother you, but may I have a moment of your time? while performing my cleaning duties, I found this item and I just cannot figure out its owner.” she delicately holds out a little painted bird made out of clay. (jean found a dusty sculpture from her childhood and told noelle to keep you occupied for a while.) “do you happen to know whose it is? or, may I have your company trying to find who it belongs to?”

and so you spend the rest of the afternoon visiting perhaps every person in mondstadt, but finding no owner. “well,” noelle says, “I suppose this will remain unclaimed.” her face is bright pink with a bit of a sour expression and she struggles to meet your eyes as she continues, “thank you so much for your help! I’m so sorry to have wasted your time.”

exhausted, you slowly start your walk home with dragging feet and slumped shoulders. but sucrose calls out to you when you pass by albedo’s office and pulls you inside. “I’m sorry to bother you!” she exclaims, shifting her weight and her hands waving in the air. “but can we have your assistance with this experiment? I just don’t have a moment today to do it.”

albedo hands you something that looks like a sweet flower but colored dull green and lackluster gold. “this is a flower I created out of luminescent spines. I want to observe how live fireflies react to it; if they interact, ignore it, fly away. I ask that you go to starsnatch cliff at sunset when the fireflies begin to come out.”

you have nothing better to do since you planned your day around spending some time with diluc in the afternoon and that didn’t happen, so you say yes. and that’s how you end up standing on starsnatch cliff before sunset. tired, bored, left a little mentally high and dry, but at the very least enjoying the scenery. you stare out at where the sun meets the sea, feeling the tall grass tickling your calves and the cool air on your skin, listening only to the quiet hum of crickets and softly blowing wind.

and grass crunching behind you. you turn around quickly, heart skipping a beat, but quickly you’re able to breathe out in relief and smile. it’s just—

“diluc. you surprised me.”

the setting sun illuminates his face and his coat moves in the wind. “my apologies, it wasn’t my intention to startle you.”

“it’s okay. what are you doing here?”

diluc blinks. “you asked to meet here, did you not?”

you blink. “uh, no …? not that I don’t want you here! I just didn’t ask you to meet me. uh, did you think that I did?”

“… oh. I thought—ah, it’s nothing.” he shakes his head and looks you over. “what are you doing out here so late? it’s about to be dark.”

you hold out the flower towards him, fingers twitching nervously. “albedo needed help with this experiment. see this flower? it’s made of luminescent spines and he wants to know what the fireflies will do.”

and then diluc does the unthinkable. you stare with wide eyes as he tugs off his gloves. his fingers are long and thick and his palm is wide and you can see the veins on the back of his hand and scars on his knuckles.

he steps forward to stand in front of you and places his hands over yours so he can look the flower over and thumb over a petal. “fascinating. have the fireflies done anything yet?”

“not yet, but the sun hasn’t fully set.” his hands are hot—oh, god, they burn and your face feels like it’s on fire and your core is heating up because he’s so close and he’s so sexy and he’s touching you—but a shiver runs down your spine anyway.

“are you cold?” this idiot. he shrugs off his coat—and the abrupt change in temperature of your hands really does make you shiver—and pulls it over your shoulders. “does that feel better?” he looks you over but his face pulls down into a frown. “silly girl. you should have brought a sweater with you. you could catch a cold without one.”

“thank you for this.”

he slides his hands down from your shoulders to rub over your upper arms. “of course, my love.”

there’s nothing to say so you say nothing. the silence is comfortable—everything always is with him, but there’s so much you do want to say. but you can’t. your mouth stays shut and your brain goes fuzzy and all you can do is stare. you look at diluc; diluc looks back at you.

and then the sun fully disappears over the horizon and the flower in your hands lights up. with the brightness of so many luminescent spines, it looks like you’re holding a star in your hands. the dull green glows neon and the lackluster gold shines brightly under the moonlight.

“oh.” you twirl it in your fingers and the petals shimmer. “wow.”

“beautiful.”

slowly, you look up from the flower and diluc is already looking at you. his gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips and back again. all you can hear is your heart beating loudly in your ears, diluc’s steady breathing, and the wind blowing softly. all you can look at is him. the breeze rustles his hair and you reach up with one hand to tuck it back behind his ear and out of his face, and your hand lingers there for a moment.

he whispers your name into the wind, and you murmur his back.

his hands raise to lay on your cheeks. you can feel them shake slightly and his face is bright red, but his voice is even when he says, “may I kiss you?”

you move your hand from behind his ear to cup his cheek. you lean up and he leans down and everything ignites. he tastes like honey and wine and feels like heaven and love. he pulls back and holds your face in his hands so he can look into your eyes.

“I burn for you.”

and then his lips are back on yours again and one of his hands rests on the side of your neck and the other grips your waist tightly. the flower drops to the ground so you can bury your hands in his hair and pull him closer. the fireflies flutter in the air around you and the nightingales sing in the distance and the wind dances around you like it’s just you two standing in the eye of a storm.

kaeya: 

a menace. teasing. the absolute worst. knows he’s hot and he’s one of the ones that uses that to his advantage.

for as tall as he is and how much of a presence he has, kaeya can be very quiet. he sneaks up on you and blows in your ear or digs his fingers into your sides and laughs when you jump. his hands are always cold, too, so he’ll wrap one around your neck or slide his hand up your shirt and rest on your lower back to surprise you. if you yelp or make noise, he’ll say something like “heh, you’re so easy to rile up!” or “what’s wrong? you scared, little girl?” bitch. when you turn to him to express your annoyance, he’s gazing down at you with a grin, despite you rolling your eyes and calling him names or punching his arm or trying to stomp on his toes. but sometimes, when you jump especially hard and cry out and your heart skips a beat, he lifts his arms up for you to have access to his stomach. “sorry, baby,” he muses. “go ‘head. I’ll give you a free hit for that one.”

yep, kaeya also says shit like “oh, yeah?” and “make me” and “prove it.” if you’re mean to him—or try to be mean to him because apparently, he thinks everything you do and say is amusing, he says, “what was that, sweetheart? go ‘head, repeat that for me.” when you’re good and have taken care of yourself or worked hard, it’s “that’s my girl” and “‘atta girl, makin’ me proud” with a kiss on the forehead and cold hand cupping your cheek.

kaeya can’t be still. if he’s sitting down, one of his legs is crossed over the other and moving his foot up and down in the air, with one of his arms resting around the back of the seat; or he’s leaning back in the chair with his legs spread and tapping his fingers on his thigh. his hands need to be occupied if he does have to actually sit still, so he plays with something in his hand absentmindedly; spinning one of his rings around his finger, twisting a loose piece of his hair between his fingers, cracking his knuckles. he plays with his rings kind of like this.

when you stare at his hands, his long and nimble fingers, the veins on the back of his hand, the small scars on his knuckles, the shiny rings on almost each one of his fingers, and imagining very vivid things about what they can do, he leans in and murmurs in your ear, “see something you like?” — as if he isn’t the one to play with your fingers when you’re sitting next to him and he’s bored. and, he’s the one to put his palms up against yours and say, “oh, my, look at that. your hands are so much smaller than mine.”

you think he might have an oral fixation because he always has something in his mouth, too. he must have lollipops on lock because if you see him sucking on one at the beginning of class, there will be a different flavor in his mouth by the end of the period; and he has to have an endless supply of all flavors of gum stashed … somewhere in the pockets of his clothes. which are very tight and low cut so you can see his collar bones and his chest and they smell like bergamot and mandarin and cedar and are soft against your skin when he sits close enough next to you to brush his thigh and shoulder against yours.

once, without warning while passing each other in the halls, he backed you against the wall and grabbed your jaw between his fingers. when you opened your mouth to ask him what he could possibly want now, he placed a lollipop on your tongue, thumbed over your lip, and walked away. another time, when you were already sucking on a lollipop, he took it from your mouth and put it in his, and left. he asked you once if you want a piece of gum and, when you said yes, took your face in his hands, kissed you until you parted your lips when you gasped in surprise, and gave you the gum that was in his mouth. then, grinned at you and walked away.

bark bark

did I say kaeya knows he’s hot? he knows he’s hot and he’s such a little bitch about it and does shit like that just to show off and mess with you.

if you’re struggling to get something off a shelf just out of reach, he’s suddenly behind you, his chest pressed against your back, reaching over you to pull down what you needed. “there you go.” you take it from him with shaking hands and he walks away like nothing happened. when he wants to talk to you, he leans in so he can whisper in your ear—even if whispering is absolutely not necessary. his breath is warm and tickles your ear and neck and his voice, oh god, his voice is literally sex. he’ll be asking you about your day or what the homework was or something, but his tone of voice makes it sound sinful. 

“hmm? use your words, baby. I can’t hear you.” when you shiver and struggle to respond, he chuckles in your ear and walks away like nothing happened. if you happen to be dressed up a little, he looks you up and down with hooded eyes and murmurs, “look at you,” smirking and licking over his teeth and that thot shit. “I could just eat you up.” and then he moves on in the conversation as if nothing happened.

(this is what bothers you the most.)

kaeya makes himself unattainable. he has no real strings attached to anyone.

when you talk to or think of him, your stomach is full of butterflies, maybe even fucking wasps. it’s annoyance and frustration and embarrassment and—adoration. but he’s always composed.

whenever he says or does things to you that make you flustered, he leaves casually. as if nothing happened. as if he didn’t say or do anything. as if you aren’t leaning against something to support yourself because your knees are so weak, breathing unevenly with your heart beating loudly in your ears, feeling like you’re burning up from the bottom of your stomach.

you think he doesn’t really care about you because, well, he’s kaeya. he’s smart, charming, funny, hot as shit, a tease, a smooth talker, a menace to everyone; he’s always composed, calm, level-headed, never visibly upset or worried. you think he’s playing with you, messing with you because he thinks you’re entertaining and easy to rile up. he whispers in your ear to see you shiver, leans close to you and teases you when you find it hard to speak, plays with your fingers because you always end up staring at his hands, kisses you and leaves you hanging and confused—does all of these things to you just to make himself laugh, no other reason beyond his own entertainment.

you think kaeya doesn’t really care about you until you’re sitting on the couch late at night, body heavy and sluggish, head pounding and mind feeling like thick jelly, tears in your eyes as you try to read words that don’t make sense. a cold hand touches your neck and you only have the energy to start and gasp lightly.

“well,” he breathes in your ear, “that’s a little unenthusiastic. don’t sound too happy to see me.”

“I’m busy, kaeya,” is all you can say back.

“too busy for me? no way.” he walks around the couch and sits down next to you, close enough that your shoulders and thighs touch. “what’s my favorite g—”

“not now. please. I have—” but your voice breaks and you look down at the floor.

he leans closer to you and reaches to take your jaw between his fingers and tilt your face up toward his. “who made you cry?” his expression is something you’ve never seen before, his tone of voice one you’ve never been spoken to with.

“no one. I’m just—tired. I can’t do this with you right now.”

“what happened?” he cups your cheeks with his hands, palms cold against your flushed skin, and gently wipes under your eyes with his thumbs. “what are you upset about?”

“nothing. I’m fine.” you reach up and wrap your hands around his wrists, tugging at them weakly. “can you please go?”

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.” he pulls one of his hands back from your cheek and twists his wrist so that your hand falls away. he catches it and intertwines your fingers, then brings the back of your hand up to his mouth, murmuring, “talk to me, sweet girl.”

“I don’t need your help.” his lips press against your skin and he meets your gaze, his normally slanted, mirthful blue eyes so soft, and you melt. “why are you acting like you care? just leave, please.”

“hmm?” his hum vibrates the bones of your hand, and his eyes start to smile again as he slowly kisses each of your knuckles. “who said I didn’t care?”

you roll your eyes and pull your hand away with little force. you’re so tired. “don’t play with me right now, kaeya.”

“I’m not playing with you, baby.” he guides your hand down to lay on his chest, right over his heart. “I’ve never been playing with you.” he slides his other hand down from your cheek to rest on the side of your neck, his long fingers splaying around to your nape. “it’s you.” kaeya glances between your lips and your wide eyes before leaning in. your eyes flutter closed. you breathe in citrus and evergreen. his hair tickles your neck. his lips are cold against your skin when he gently kisses the side of your mouth. your lips part and he whispers your name into your skin like it’s a prayer. “it’s always been you.”

you blink slowly.

“come on, lay down on my lap.” you don’t have the energy or brain-power to protest or question what the fuck just happened. (and his lap always has looked comfortable, anyway.) you adjust and lay your head on his thighs, curling up closely to his side, and he shrugs off his jacket to lay over your legs. “go to sleep, sweetheart.”

kaeya runs his hand up and down your back gently. it’s warm.

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posted 09.09.2021. do not repost or modify any of my original work on any other platform. to genshin masterlist.

[heythere-mel]

Late

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: <900

Warnings: mild language, mutual pining, fluff 🤍

Summary: When you have trouble getting to sleep one night, you give your favorite person a call.

A/N: This is just the result of my rather restless night. Enjoy bbys 💜

——-

Hey, you up?

This was dumb. Of course he wasn’t up. It’s after 1AM. You should’ve just shut your eyes and willed yourself to fall asleep but it was so much easier said than done at this point.

Not a very sexy start to a late night booty call but I’ll take it.

He always knew how to make you laugh.

Shut up Frankie. I can’t sleep.

Your phone instantly lights up with his contact photo. “Okay, now give me serious,” you remember telling him. This being the end result.

“Frankie you didn’t have to call me.”

“Nahhh, I’m not doing anything else. Who needs sleep anyway?”

“You do old man!”

“Uhhh, if it weren’t for this old man and his own shitty sleeping patterns you’d be talking to yourself again so, you’re welcome.”

“Ha ha, thanks I guess.”

“Háblame. How was your day hermosa?”

No matter how many times he said it, that nickname always gave you butterflies.

“It was alright. Finally finished up some reports for that big meeting in a few days. Maybe that’s why I can’t sleep. Too much on my mind.”

“Oh you don’t need to worry about it. You’ll knock them on their asses! And then we’ll go for drinks after. My treat!”

“You’re my number one cheerleader you know that?”

“Always!”

“It’s too late to talk about work, how was your day?”

“It was surprisingly good. Finally booked a full weekend of tours now that the weather is decent.”

“Oh that’s awesome Frankie! You still gotta take me up there one day. I mean, I might pass out from being so goddamn high in the air but-“

Frankie’s boisterous laugh brings a smile to your face. You could picture him all cozy in bed right now, that wide grin stretching across his features, eyes almost completely shut out of pure joy. It was one of your favorite sights and sounds in the world.

“I won’t let that happen. You know you’re always safe with me…”

“Yeah, I know.” a soft sigh escapes your lips as your mind wanders off.

“Oh! I stopped by my moms today. She had my abuela over for a bit. Just had to catch up on all the chisme, give me shit, the usual. They asked how you were and when you wanted to do bingo night again?”

“Awww I love those two!” Frankie beams on the other end at that remark. “I think I’m free next weekend but I’ll give ‘em a call. Oh, and what do you mean give you shit?”

——-

“Francisco! When are you gonna man up and ask that pretty little friend of yours out?”

Frankie chokes on the water he just poured.

His mother laughing in the background at the complete shock on her sons face, knowing he definitely didn’t see THAT coming.

“What do you mean?” his voice cracking like a prepubescent boy.

“Mijo! Don’t act like I don’t notice how you stare at her. I’m surprised you haven’t given her ojo! Just ask her out! I like her! And I don’t like just anyone! Plus,” she beckons him closer so she can whisper in his ear, “a little birdie told me she felt the same way.”

——-

Shit. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. Taking after his call sign, he looks like a true fish out of water gaping at your question.

“Oh, you know how they are, asking about my work, if I’ve met anyone special, things like that...”

“Well…”

“Well…”

“Have you met anyone special?”

Frankie goes quiet. He’s so glad he opted to just call. If you had seen the deep tint of red across his face right now, his little secret would definitely be out. You. It’s always been you.

“I-I may have been wanting to ask a certain someone out on a proper date.”

“What? 1AM “booty calls” not your style?” you teased, hearing him lightly chuckle on the other end. “I’m certain she’d say yes. She’d be stupid not to…”

You sigh deeply. Exhaustion finally starting to pull at you. Perhaps this was all you needed to get to sleep. Just hearing your favorite persons voice at the end of the day. He listens tentatively on the other end. Imagining you all curled up, possibly in one of his old tshirts you took because they were quote “so damn comfy.”

“Frankie?”

“I’m here hermosa.”

“¿Qué estás pensando?”

He smiles tiredly into the phone. His own wares of the day catching up to him.

“Oh, nothing. Just, how I’m gonna ask a certain sleepyhead out.” The line is quiet, he wonders if you heard him, but the shallow breathing from your end gives him the answer to his question.

“I’ll ask you tomorrow. Sleep tight hermosa, love you..” that last part trailing off.

“Love you too…” you murmur.

The call ends and Frankie can’t help but feel like a teenager again. His heart nearly beating out of his chest. Falling asleep with his dream girl on the phone, the promise of her saying yes to a date with him just mere hours away. Sweet sleep finally takes him as well, for once completely thankful of his insomnia and nosy family.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

original idea, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: Your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, is observant. He noticed you started your period today and picked up your favorite can of sweet Thai tea on his way back from visiting his best friend Park Jimin. How nice of him until he asks you mid-gulp if he can go in raw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; unprotected period sex, do not do this unless you absolutely trust the other person; established relationship; low-key crack; lots of fluff; shower smut (fem reader is on her period, handjob, unprotected, wall sex, creampie, doggy); non-idol!BTS, ft Jimin putting ideas in Taehyung's head, who would have guessed

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“You started your period today.”

You cracked open the can of Thai tea you boyfriend handed you. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I saw the pad wrapper in the trash.”

“Oh.”

You took a large sip, thinking the conversation was over.

“Does that mean I can go in raw?”

You nearly spit out the entire contents of your mouth. Instead, you choked and swallowed hard, coughing and sputtering. “What?”

Kim Taehyung expression didn’t change. “Does that mean I can go in–?”

You held up your hand, coughing wildly, hacking the words out. “I heard what you said, I just can’t believe you said it, who the fuck?”

Taehyung seemed to understand and nodded, dark brown hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh, right. I was talking to Jimin and he mentioned–”

Oh, of course, how could you not guess, Taehyung’s best friend Park Jimin was putting ideas in Taehyungie’s little noggin and now murdering you as you struggled to breathe.

“–that it could be possible, because you’re right, it’s too early to have kids and having a monetary plan to prepare is a better idea–”

You were glad that Taehyung was interested in finances when it came to having children but he sure picked a weird ass time to agree with your sensibilities.

“–but I love having sex with you, so I was telling Jimin I haven’t been in raw yet and I completely understand that you prefer condoms over hormones since that might affect your mental state and I don’t like the idea of only you doing something like that to yourself anyway, it doesn’t seem fair–”

You were still processing the fact that Taehyung had told Jimin he hadn’t been in raw. What the fuck?! At least he loved having sex with you. You were staring at Taehyung slack-jawed, but he was scrunching up his face, trying to remember the rest of the conversation.

“–and Jimin mentioned, ‘hey, at least you can do it when she’s on her period, it’ll add more lubrication and it might even be better for her,’ so I was wondering if we could try it, if you’re interested.”

Silence.

You still hadn’t picked your jaw off the floor.

Taehyung opened his eyes and smiled at you. “Hm? What do you think?”

Okay, you very much enjoyed Taehyung’s eager, boxy smile, so that unfroze you, but you still blurted out your next question in sheer shock.

“Why did you tell Jimin you’ve never been in raw?!”

He blinked, tilting his head. “It just came up.”

You looked around, expecting Jimin to pop out and tell you you’ve been pranked. He did not.

“…. H-How…? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m going choose ignorance…” you mumbled, now taking another long sip of your Thai tea, but more like a swig and wishing it was forty-percent alcohol.

“But what do you think though?” Taehyung persisted, leaning down with his tilted head to try and catch your eye. “Do you wanna try? It might be nice!”

You looked down.

Someone was thinking about it for sure.

You looked back up.

Taehyung smiled at you innocently with a massive tent in his pants.

You stared into those big brown eyes and sighed.

“Ah… probably not. It’s going to be so messy and dirty and cleaning up is going to be such a bitch… I’m sorry, Tae, but I don’t think…”

-

“So…”

You stood under the showerhead, your hair wet and sticking to your forehead.

“So.”

Hey, in your defense, you were also curious.

Taehyung chewed on his lip, watching you inquiringly. “Hey, we don’t have to. I was being kinda pushy… but…”

You scratched your head, moving your wet hair out of your eyes. “Ah, it’s okay, I understand, I just… it feels wrong, you know? Aren’t you grossed out?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm, at first? But the more I think about it, the more I think, well, isn’t it natural? And you have to deal with it every month for many, many years, right? Plus, when we have children, they’re going to come out of you slightly, erm…” He made a little bit of a face but shook his head, spraying water everywhere from his dark wet hair. “Anyway, it’s not too bad. We’re in the shower. You like it when we do stuff in the shower,” Taehyung added brightly.

You contained your laughter, giving him a hopeless smile. “Why are you acting so weird?”

Now Taehyung turned red, his deep tan skin flushing, eyes shifting from side to side. “Um…”

You tilted your head.

He shot you a quick glance and mumbled under his breath.

“Idon’tknowhowlongI’mgonnalastIalreadydon’tlastthatlong.”

“What?”

He chewed on his lip.

“Nothing.”

“Oh.”

You reached up and pushed your hair back, swimsuit-supermodel style, and now Taehyung was doing more than glancing, he was observing very closely and very intently under wet strands of dark brown hair, curling around his strong features and moody brown eyes, his lips parting slightly, probably unnoticed on his part.

Looking like a fish wasn’t exactly an image Taehyung himself considered sexy.

Secretly, you enjoyed it because it meant he wasn’t conscious of what he looked like and was too distracted by your actions and your body to do so.

You smiled. “Why were you talking to Jimin about something like that anyway?”

Taehyung stiffened as you neared, biting his lip. “Ah, well…” He frowned slightly. “You’re so good at certain… things… It’s kind of frustrating for me… sometimes. I want to be better.”

Now you hesitated. “What are you talking about? Haven’t I taught you a lot of things? And you learn quickly and are amazing once you get the hang of it.”

His lips twisted into a small pout.

“For once, I’d like to teach you something.” He let out a small puff. “Or at least suggest something you’ve never heard of before.”

You blinked at him.

“Er… going in raw isn’t exactly a new concept… rather… that’s the original idea of dick and pussy in the first place…”

Taehyung scrunched up his face. “I know that, argh… I just mean… ah…” He trailed off, baritone voice now unsure and unsteady.

You saw he was rapidly losing confidence and you placed a hand on his chin, lightly lifting it with your knuckle. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to try it. I just thought you wouldn’t like it, because… I mean… Period blood isn’t sexy per se… And I’m certainly not sexy during that time of the month…” You frowned uneasily, lowering your hand, but now Taehyung raised your chin, smiling at you.

“Don’t be silly. You’re always sexy.”

He leaned in, smile morphing into a smirk.

“Also, your boobs get bigger during that time of month, so I always appreciate that.”

Your eyes widened. “You noticed?”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I noticed. I keep close tabs on your boobs.”

“Close tabs? Do you record the size in a notebook or something?”

He chuckled, tapping his temple with his free hand, the other sliding down your chin, tracing the contours of your neck and collarbones. “Mental notes. I remember all the important stuff. Your boobs are on the top of the list.”

Your cut in with your inquiring quips. “My ass? My mouth? My hands? My pussy?”

Taehyung frowned slightly and placed his large hand on your breast, kneading it as if he needed comfort. “Okay, near the top, but don’t make me order them, it’s too difficult.”

You grinned. “That makes me feel better.”

He breathed out in relief. “Whew, that’s good–mphf!”

You seized the moment and pushed him into the wall, pressing your wet body into his, your tongue snaking out and lightly flicking against his lips, taking advantage of his surprise and the beauty of his widened eyes to kiss him firmly, falling into his warmth. It took him a second to compose himself, tipping his head down to take charge of the kiss, squeezing your breast and running his thumb over your hard nipple, but you placed your palms flat on the shower wall and resisted him, dancing your tongue between his lips and not letting him catch it, smirking at the growl he made in frustration.

“We were having a moment,” he muttered.

“Mmm, I know, but I want my moment with him.”

Your fingers ghosted his thigh and he sucked in a breath as your hand closed around his cock, not quite hard yet but getting there, especially after your hand came into contact with it. You feathered kisses on his lips as you stroked his length, nice and slow, his other hand coming up to cup both breasts, panting softly, hot breath on your lips.

“You’re too quick…”

“Can’t waste too much water,” you chuckled. “And…”

You kissed up his jaw, adjusting your body to get a better angle, licking his skin lightly and feeling the vibration and depth of his moan under your tongue and lips, whispering gently into his ear.

“It’s kind of hard to focus when you’re so handsome, Tae.”

He let you have the moment, tipping his head down so your teeth could catch his ear, nipping at it lightly, contrasting with the pace of your hand, firm and intense, shivering at the thickness and the weight in your palm, savoring the taste of his skin, moaning into his ear, long and sensual, everything he liked and more, his head turning, black-brown eyes looking down at you under lashes covered in small droplets, adding to his already ethereal appearance.

“Let me…”

He leaned in, not finishing his sentence, kissing you long and deep and sweet, changing your positions, but you didn’t let go, toying with his tongue. He made a small tch sound of annoyance, shifting his hips, picking up one of your legs.

“Ah, w-wait…”

“Why?” he chuckled. “You don’t wanna wait. I can tell.”

You tried to hide the smirk, but it came out.

Smugness just refused to be hidden.

Taehyung grinned against your lips. “Thought so.”

Your hand was already guiding him. “This isn’t going to be the optimal position for you to cum.”

“Good.”

You raised an eyebrow and he thrust up into your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, relaxing yet still stretched out. It did hurt slightly. Taehyung was sizable after all, in length and girth, but you had practice and muscle memory, and maybe (definitely) a pain kink.

What? It was fun getting stuffed with dick.

Especially when it was Taehyung’s dick.

You? You were fine.

Taehyung?

“Oh, fuck…!”

Er, maybe not?

He had such a cocky expression beforehand but the second he entered you, it instantly changed, sudden tension in his strong features, gasping as he slid in, surprisingly much easier than you expected, perhaps due to the consistency of the slippery blood, almost stopping halfway, but you didn’t let him, firmly grabbing his hips and yanking him towards you, his eyes rolling back, whining your name loudly, the volume and depth reverberating in the bathroom.

“You’re so t-tight… fuck… soft… oh, shit…”

You let him run through every expletive he knew, holding him firmly by his juicy ass, enjoying it too much, but thankfully Taehyung didn’t notice, eyes closed, head thrown back, dark wet hair curling around his cheekbones. He reached up and pushed it away from his face, exhaling hard, slowly opening his eyes, hazy and unfocused.

“Fuck… it feels so fucking good, you have no idea…” he shuddered, twitching inside you and moaning once more, body shaking so he had to plant his hands on the walls of the shower, volume increasing as you pulsed your muscles around his length. There was slight pain from cramps, but not from his cock, and you could ignore the dull ache and focus on the pleasure, slowly moving your hips and biting your lip, feeling the added slickness of your juices mixing with the blood.

You often cursed your period’s arrival, but maybe it was time to reconsider.

Always good to find the silver lining in things.

“Taehyung…”

You rolled your hips and he gasped, thrusting back lightly.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he panted, swallowing hard. “Shit, it feels so fucking good, I can’t t-think…”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” you managed to say, pressing your hands into his ass and angling yourself to take him deeper, shoulder blades and head touching the shower wall, sighing in satisfaction.

“Alright, I’m gonna…”

He clenched his jaw, faster, harder, one hand coming down to grab a handful of your ass, you wrapping a leg around his and meeting him in the middle, increasing the depth of each thrust, both of you gasping at the tightness and the wetness, the messy slap and squelch echoing in the bathroom, water raining down on his broad back and spraying onto your chest, clenching around him so he could feel more, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip, tendons on his neck popping out, and you realized he was trying not to cum, trying to hold back, so you gave his stiff length a particularly firm squeeze and Taehyung groaned, barely able to shoot you an incredulous look.

You grinned.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You felt it, his cock twitching and spilling into you, eyes widening at the sensation, not quite as strong as porn seemed to make it, but noticeable for sure, pushing out your juices in a rough sputter, loud and obscene, flinching as Taehyung’s hand quickly moved down, rubbing your clit, making you squirm and twist of his cock, almost falling off but he kept his other hand on your ass, digging his nails into the softness, holding you in place.

“Come on, come on, come on–”

It didn’t take much, you were already turned on by the fucking and then the sensation of being filled up, and you cried out, trying not to move your hips, the high peaking.

“Tae, fuck!”

Hot shivers and burning electricity tearing through your veins, jerking your hips forward and tightening around his cock, harsh throbs racking your body you came, pussy squeezing so hard that you felt his cock stiffen again, swelling and growing inside you as your orgasm roughly roused him back to life, both of you moaning at the sensation, feeling his cum and yours drip down your thigh, hearing it plop thickly onto the bathtub below and wash away, stunning both you and him at the lewd noise.

“Whoa…”

You panted hard, letting out a tense puff as he slid out of you.

“That felt… so fucking good…”

You thought for a moment, catching your breath. The pain your felt was only from cramps, although it seemed to be less now. Was that the ibuprofen? Or the euphoria of orgasm? You paused on consider the differences, chewing on your lip thoughtfully.

“I think for me it’s about the same? You feel very similar with and without a condom.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Not for me, you feel way better, I don’t know how I can go back, the condom is seriously a nerf…” he mumbled.

You shifted your eyes. “You didn’t last… the longest.”

His ears turned red.

“W… Well…”

“My pussy is pretty overpowered, maybe she needs the nerf.”

He sighed, frowning. “True… I still stand by the fact that it physically feels better, but more time to enjoy does even it out…”

You tapped your fist in your other palm. “Oh! Let’s do it from behind.”

He blinked. “Eh?”

But you were already turning around, Taehyung stumbling back, pushing the showerhead out of the way and pointing it towards the wall so he didn’t drown, audibly gasping as you bent over and presented your ass, hands spreading open your pussy with one fluid motion. You turned your head back and grinned.

“Yes?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

You felt him position the head against your opening and he pushed in, slow, steady, both you of moaning at the feeling, centimeter by centimeter, this position tighter, more heavenly, giving you added control over your muscles so you could pulsate around him. He inhaled sharply, gripping your hips and forcefully pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out, balls smacking your clit.

“Stop t-that, fuck…”

You let go of your ass and placed one hand on the edge of the bathtub and the other on the wall.

Then you rocked your hips back.

“Ah, yes, Tae…”

“Are you trying to kill me? Oh, shit!”

You continued and Taehyung had no choice, fiercely grabbing your hips to try and get you to stop, but you were undeterred, so he had to ram his cock into you, exactly what you wanted, the sudden sensation of the head hitting you deeply rendering your speechless, and he had no time to gloat, too driven by lust and pleasure to taunt you even if he wanted to.

“A-ah, it’s good like this too, oh, fuuuck, yes, you always feel so fucking tight…”

He had a good rhythm and pace like this, deep, controlled, fast, making sure to give you the powerful thrusts you liked, loud, audible smacks of hips to ass, rough and wet, and you knew you had his cum inside you now along with yours and the added slickness of your period, and, sure, maybe someone found it gross, but in this second (and lucky all subsequent seconds involving this very behavior that would certainly continue at least once a month) you nor Taehyung gave a single fucking shit, pleasure flaring up your core, the dull ache of cramps forgotten, completely focused on the feeling of his cock entering you over and over, your hand on the wall curling into a fist, hitched breaths and flinching shivers taking over, clenching around him, oh fuck, his rock-hard, thick length plunging into your tight, wet hole, too much, so good, your thighs tensing from the overwhelming proximity of release.

“Taehyung, oh, fuck, you’re so good at f-fucking me…”

You could tell he wasn’t talking on purpose, probably clenching his jaw to last as long as possible, but he wasn’t going to last much longer because you smacked your palm into the tile wall, gasping his name loudly, shot into free-fall.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

That was all the warning he got as your walls spasmed, brutally massaging his cock and he hissed your name, turning into a half-moan, half-whine as he yanked your hips down and slammed into your pussy, fully sheathing himself all the way up to his balls, his cock jolting and spilling his orgasm into you, his hands on your ass shaking so bad they seemed to be vibrating, gripping tighter and tighter, rolling his hips inside you and moaning, prolonging the euphoric feeling.

“S-So good… ah, yeeeeeees…”

It took him a while to still, breathing loud and hard, holding you in the bent over position, the additional time getting slightly awkward, but you waited it out, his grip finally loosening, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, your pussy too wet and his cock giving up, sliding out, a mess of juices splattering out of you.

Good thing you were in the shower. Easy to clean up.

“It’s… too good…” Taehyung huffed, broad shoulder leaning against the wall to hold himself up, still clinging onto you. “Your pussy does need a nerf, but, fuck, I’m still gonna think about it all the time…”

“Good thing for you that my period lasts at least five days.”

Taehyung looked up to the sky and whispered his gratitude.

“I know you kind of hate it, but I’m still going to thank them.”

“Maybe I have a reason to hate it a little less now. It’s still inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but going in raw…”

Mmm, yeah, that still sounded weird. Oh well.

“You’re not going to tell Jimin, right?”

-

“You let him go in raw?!”

“Taehyung!”

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[writemekpop]

Be My Baby | Qian Kun

Pairing: Qian Kun x Reader

Summary: One night, your old flame Kun calls you back to his apartment, to treat his sick baby. The wine flows, and your feelings for him become stronger than ever...

Genre: Dad!Kun, College friends AU, Y/n has a crush on Kun 

Word Count: 1.2k

​RING RING! 

The ringtone made your hand jolt, and the eyeliner wing you were painting smudged. You swore under your breath. But as soon as you saw the name on the dialler your frustration melted away, being replaced by nervous flutters. 

You picked up the phone. "Hey, Kun. What's up?" 

Kun's voice tumbled out of the speaker. "Hey, Y/n, I'm sorry to call you on a Saturday night but Xia's got a fever and she's red and my car broke down so I can't take her to the hospital and I'm really worried and-"

"Shh, Kun. Breathe,” you said, cutting him off. “Do you need me to come and check-up on her?"  

You could hear Kun sigh with relief. "That would be great, Y/n. I'm not messing up your plans for tonight right?" 

You thought about the blind date you were supposed to go on. It would be useless anyway; you couldn't date when you were still in love with Kun, your best friend from college. 

"No, you're not interrupting anything. I'll be over soon."

Twenty minutes later, and you were knocking on Kun's apartment door. 

Kun pulled the door open. When you saw him, you had to force your mouth to stay shut. 

Kun was standing there, shirtless, carrying his baby in one arm. 

You forced your eyes to steer away from the smattering of black hair that fell into his faded jeans. 

"Y/n, you’re here! I'm so sorry, Xia was sick on me and I didn't have time to change. Come inside." 

You walked into the living room and placed your medical bag on the coffee table. You fished out your stethoscope and thermometer. 

"Put Xia in the cot,” you said. “Let me take a look at her." 

"Thank god you're here, Y/n. It's so useful to have a paediatrician as a friend." Kun said, chuckling.

Friend. You tried not to grimace. Instead, you focussed on the child in front of you, pushing your emotions to one side and letting your medical training take over. 

The little baby's chubby cheeks were rosy, and her big eyes were glassy. She really was the spitting image of her father. You checked her all over. 

Kun came back into the living room, this time wearing a T shirt. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment.

You picked up the baby. "Xia’s okay. It’s just a cold. She should be back to normal in a day or so. I've given her some calpol, just make sure she has enough to eat and drink." 

Kun rocked the baby in his muscled arms. "Sorry, Y/n. I must seem like a typical over-anxious parent. It's just hard raising her all on my own, you know." 

You touched his arm, ignoring how your nerves danced at the contact. "You're doing amazing, Kun." 

Kun beamed, and his glorious dimples came out. "Will you stay for a bit? Let me just put Xia to bed. I feel like we haven't had a proper catch up in ages."

You heart thumped. "S-sure."

Ten minutes later, Kun came into the living room, a glass of red wine in each hand. "I hope you don't mind, I opened a bottle. I remember how much you liked it in college." Kun gave you a teasing smile and passed you a glass. 

He sat down on the couch beside you, so close to you that you could feel the heat radiating from his denim clad thigh. 

"So, how’s work?" he said. "Are you liking the new hospital?" 

"Yes! I really feel like I can make a difference there." You took a large sip of wine. " What about you? Hendery still giving you grief at the office?"

"You know it!" Kun said, pushing his hand through his chestnut hair. "You know... it's so nice to have a normal conversation with another adult that’s not about babies. Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter, but it's nice to have someone else around."

You bit your lip. 

Kun's cheeks were flushed - from the wine or his words, you didn't know. 

He went on. "You make me feel like... like a person again. Like a man. Not just a nappy-changing-bottle-feeding robot. You’re amazing, Y/n." 

You shifted closer, eyes locked on his plump, kissable lips...

You were suddenly overcome with a desire to kiss him. You gripped his T shirt, pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his. 

Kun's froze. His eyes went wide. To your dismay, he wasn’t kissing back. 

After feeling his muscles tense, you pulled away. You clasped your hand over your mouth.

Kun was staring at you, mouth agape. 

A horrible wave of embarrassment flooded through you. "Oh my god, Kun, I'm so sorry. I didn't even ask-" 

"Hey," Kun said, placing a steadying hand on your thigh. "It's okay. You just caught me off guard. Do you perhaps... like me?" 

You gulped. "Yes, I… have done for a while. I was going to say something, but then your ex got pregnant and Xia was born and... the timing was never right." 

Kun nodded. "Wow. I had no idea you felt that way, Y/n." 

When he saw the disappointment your face, he rushed to continue. "Don't get me wrong, you're a total catch! But- but you're my friend, and I’d rather not jinx that. Also, I haven't dated or been... intimate with anyone since Xia was born..."

You blinked furiously, willing the tears away. "It's okay, Kun. I understand. I’m going to go." You stood up.   

But Kun grabbed your wrist before you could leave. "Wait, Y/n, don't leave like this."

You sat back down. Your pride was already wounded, how much more damage could five minutes do? 

"I'm flattered that you like me, Y/n. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about you like that, in the past. But I'm so overwhelmed with Xia and work... I just don't think I'd make a good boyfriend right now."

You nodded. “Can I ask you something?”

Kun stroked the back of your hand. “Anything…” 

“Can we kiss? Just for a bit. Let’s forget about the future or responsibilities… just live in the moment.”

Kun bit his lip, thinking. He really didn’t know how sexy he was. Eventually, he said. “How can I refuse such a beautiful woman?” 

You reached forwards and touched the back of Kun’s neck, feeling the stubble of his hair line under your fingertips. 

You pulled him towards you, and kissed him on the mouth. His lips were velvety and soft like pillows. When his tongue touched yours, you jolted. 

Lips still locked together, Kun lay you down on the couch and shifted on top of you. You could feel his body all over you, smell the faint coconut of his shampoo. 

You wrapped your hands around his broad shoulders and pulled him closer. Kun’s hand found its way to your clothed waist. Then his fingers danced up your side and softly touched your breast. 

You longed to pull his T shirt off to feel his skin against yours, but then-

“WAAAAAA!”

You both froze. 

Kun removed his hand from your breast and sat up. He helped you up to a sitting position on the couch. 

Kun took a deep breath and fanned his heated face. 

“I better go and tend to her,” he said, smiling apologetically. 

You nodded. “I’ll probably get going.” 

Kun squeezed your hand. “It’s unfair of me to ask you to wait for me, but I’m going to do it anyway.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay.” 

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One Wall Over: Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

synopsis: you’re new in the neighborhood, but that doesn’t mean you’ll get a warm welcome from your duplex buddy. 

wc: 3k

tw: nsfw, smut, annoying noises at five am, the works 

a/n: ahhhhhhhhh! I am so excited to be taking part in this collab with @suna-reversed reversed for a super sexy jjk collab! Please check out the masterlist for the collab here and the other authors! SO EXCITED TO READ THE OTHERS! (The other title I had for this work is “First of All, How Dare You” because that’s literally me every time I see my hubby Suguru, but anywho!).

Moving in was a bitch. 

For the first time ever, you have no roommates, no parents, and no pets - just you and your meager belongings moving into the little, two-story duplex a friend allowed you to sublet. As you stare out of the window facing the sparse front lawn, you wonder what your neighbor is like. They hadn’t come to welcome you to the home, but you knew they existed by the sound of the bass through your shared wall at five am every morning. 

You assume they’re male or a couple, but you’ve never gotten a chance to see them with your own two eyes.  So you kept a lookout day after day. At exactly four p.m., you would sit across from the window with a book and keep watch, the sun streaming in and illuminating your figure and crossed legs anchored on the window sill. But day after day, you wouldn’t see anything. The neighbor’s car wouldn’t even move an inch from the previous day. Everything would remain the same until the next day when you took your perch by the window. 

It isn’t until you’re out on your front lawn, slaving over the flowers you maintained for a whole month - a new record - that the sleek Range Rover drives up to the garage on your neighbor’s side of the house. At first, you don’t notice it, your eyes firmly planted on the soil at the root of your orchid tree. But then you hear a car door slam, and you look up, watching for the person who would be exiting the vehicle. 

A tall, black haired man slides out of the truck and slams the door shut, his locks tucked into a half bun and a white towel resting around his rippling shoulders. He slides his keys into his gym shorts and turns to walk into the house, barely noticing you on the front lawn in an ill-fitting t-shirt and dirty yoga pants. 

He’s halfway to his front door when you find your voice and yell out, “Hey, neighbor!” You wave your hand at him in hopes that he would return the gesture, but you’re sorely disappointed when he only looks your way with disinterest and walks into the house without speaking. You frown at the encounter, hoping that he would return a little while later and explain his lack of manners, but he doesn’t, and you retreat into the house once more. 

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“Unzzz, unzz, unzzzz…” Both eyes fly open at the sound of the bass on the other side of your bedroom wall, the sudden noise jarring you from your sleep. 

“Ugh…” Your eyes slide to the white numbers on the clock face, which politely remind you that it’s five-fifteen AM. Don’t confront him, don’t confront him. You wrap the pillow around your ears, hoping the gentle cushion would block out the sound. But for some reason, it gets even louder, and a groan escapes your lips. There were only two more hours for you to rest, but at this rate, you’d be up until it was time for you to wake and get ready for work. That just wouldn’t do. 

The grey sweatpants deposited on the floor the night before are quickly jerked on, and you pad to the front door, not caring about your appearance as you walk the length of the porch over to his front door. Inhaling, you find the will to bring your fist up and pound on the door, hoping the sound would be angrier than you actually felt. Fear ate at your nerves while you waited. A few agonizing moments later, the door is yanked open, music floods outside, and your neighbor stands before you in just a pair of black sweatpants. Nothing else. 

“What?” he gripes, sweat rolling down his forehead. As your eyes take in the full sight of him, you wonder what kind of sculpted god you had for a neighbor. You could even faintly see the v that would culminate in the bulge near the crotch area of the pants, which apparently is quite--

“Uh…” You had entirely forgotten what you had come over to his side of the house for, but as he leans on the doorframe and gives you a withering stare, you suddenly remember your complaint. “Your wall is next to my bedroom. Can you turn your music down?” You place a hand on your hip, trying to seem more inconvenienced than you actually were in that moment. 

“Yeah, sure.” He shuts the door in your face, and you trudge back over to your side of the house, hoping the music would soften. 

But for some reason, you swear he turns it up even louder. 

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“Why don’t you just call the landlord and make a noise complaint?” your friend wonders over the phone, the sound of a frying pan in the background slightly overshadowing her voice.

“But you said you didn’t have any problems with him, Mariela.” 

“Yeah, Geto was nice enough and didn’t bother me much. Not sure why he’s being such an ass now.” You hear an oh, shit on the other end, and Mariela hisses into the receiver, “Hey, y/n, I have to go; the risotto is burning. Call me back if you have any other issues, okay?” 

“Okay.” You hang up and toss your phone on your desk, trying to focus on the words in front of you but failing as the sound of the bass filters through the other side of the wall again. For the fourth day in a row, you’ve been subjected to the sound of pure noise coming through the other side. Tonight was absolutely not the night, mostly because you had a presentation that took you all night to finish, and the clamor was interrupting your prep work for the bright and early eight o’clock meeting. You feel like Squidward, subjecting yourself to the endless noises from the grunting to the bass to the sound of weights clanking back into place. 

It’s the sound of Geto’s groaning that sets you on edge the most. If it weren’t for the added noise of weights, you’d be convinced he was fucking someone. There was no way he could make so much noise and not know that he was disturbing your peace. Hadn’t he ever heard of headphones? 

You snatch up your set of earbuds on your desk, place them in your ears, and try to turn up lofi music as loud as it will go. But that doesn’t work. Even relocating to the living room didn’t seem to fare you well, and you wonder if he truly had cranked up the music higher than before just to annoy the hell out of you. Finally, you toss your earbuds down and slam your computer on your coffee table. 

You’d had enough. 

Stomping over to the front door, you fling it open and bang on Geto’s door, hoping he would answer it in a rage so you could let out your frustrations. But when the door flies open, he’s dressed in only a pair of gym shorts, this time the outline of his dick even more apparent. But you’re not focused on that. You point a finger at him and inhale to begin your tirade; sick and utterly over his shit.

“Hey! Can you fucking turn it down?” Geto stretches out a hand, and for a minute you think he’s going to grab you by the shirt, but he pulls you inside by the wrist, crushing you against his chest. “What the hell?” You push away from his sweaty chest, backing into the closed door harshly. 

“Lower your damn voice; the neighbors will hear,” he chastises, and turns away from you to grab the water bottle on the counter. The muscled man takes a long swig, then wipes his face with the towel right next to it. 

“I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but I’ve never been so disrespected in my li--” As you talk, he’s advancing on you, pushing back his long black hair back behind his ears and getting too close for comfort. Once he’s right up on you, you gulp hard, fully intimidated by his size and stature. The music suddenly stops, and you’re left in silence. 

“I’m listening,” he mutters, staring down at you. “Please, continue.” 

“I was saying…” your throat dries up. “What I meant was…” Your eyes travel from his chest to his navel, and then to the hand pressed against the doorframe.

“Uh huh…” He nods, squinting his black eyes at you. “You said you’ve ‘never been more disrespected in your’… life, right?” You don’t reply. Rather, you can’t reply. All of the words you could have ever said are now gone from your skull. “I highly doubt that, y/n.” 

“H-how…” 

“You’re Mariela’s friend. I’ve seen you quite a few times before you moved in here. Never thought I’d be living so close to you, though. Mariela’s subletting, isn’t she?” 

All of these questions. And you can’t reply to a single one because he’s practically squeezing you between the door and his rock-hard abs. Or are you pressing yourself against the door to get away from the heat emitting from his body - oh, fuck; you don’t know. 

“But I had to get your attention somehow.” The admission startles you so bad that you accidentally knock the back of your head against the door, touching the point of contact in pain and hissing slightly. Geto hums at your blunder, then pushes off of the wall to turn away from you. As he rotates, you catch a glimpse of his erection, now fully apparent in the atrocity that is his shorts. “The yard work wasn’t effective, the trips to the gym and back barely worked; shit, by now I would’ve thought you would throw yourself at me the first chance you got. I guess I had to make you mad enough to confront me.” 

“You literally looked at me and said nothing the first time I saw you!” you retort, throwing your hands up in the air. “Then you almost bit my head off the first time I came over to tell you the music was too loud.” 

“I didn’t expect you to come over the first time. Besides, I couldn’t figure out anything smooth enough in that short amount of time.” Geto shrugs, his shoulder muscles moving like water in the dim lighting of the living room. You look around at the furnishings, noting his impeccable taste in wood and red suede in conjunction with his minimal exercise equipment. “Coffee? You look like you’ve been up for a while.” He leans over a coffee-maker - one of those fancy ones that you’ve seen on TV - and slides a plain coffee cup into the holder. 

“Uh, no thanks.” You turn to the door and begin to open it, but Geto clicks his tongue thrice. 

“You’re just going to leave without getting what you came for?”

You pause for a moment, then turn back to look him over once. “Don’t you mean what you brought me over here for?” A lazy smile spreads across his face, and that’s when you realize that he’s charming, but not necessarily as suave as you first imagined. You shut the door and walk over to him, examining his physique as if you hadn’t just helped yourself to his tall, statuesque figure already. He allows you to look him over, eyes dedicatedly following you.

“Like what you see, doll?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he pulls you into his chest with a smooth movement, then presses his lips against yours. You instantly open your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside, and he does so without hesitation. Hands grasp at your flimsy night shirt, pulling it over your shoulders as he backs you up against the wall, hiking one leg up and wrapping the other around his waist. 

As both of your hands tangle in hair, fabric, sweat, you wonder how long - just how long - he’s wanted to do this. But your train of thought is rudely interrupted by his lips trailing kiss down your neck and to your collarbone, where he pauses for a second, catching his breath. Fingers dance through his locks and he peers up at you for a second, drinking in your flushed expression and breathy exhales. 

“Geto, please, I--” You’re silenced again by his lips, his thick fingers rolling past the waistband of your night shorts and right to your core, where he nestles them into your heat with ease. 

“Goddamn…” The rumbling of his voice vibrates against your chest, and you gasp, feeling every stroke of his fingers inside of you. “So fucking wet… just for me.” Your vision narrows in on the black eyes watching your every move, the angle of your face, the way you tilt your chin to the side and shakily exhale. Everything is perfect. Maybe even better than he imagined at first. But you don’t know that, and you really don’t care to know. All you want is release and for that release to be at Geto’s hands. When he removes his fingers and hoists you onto the suede couch, your first reaction is to cry out in shock. 

His hands roll your shorts down to your knees and then press your legs open, spreading you for him to examine. 

“You’re a mess down there… perhaps I should help you clean up.” 

“Huh?” The double entendre is completely lost on you in the heat of the moment. You watch as he leans down, then moves to lick your core with a flat tongue, stroking up before he goes down again and repeats his action twice. Your head finds the soft cushion of the pillow in ecstasy, and you let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. 

Geto hums down below, fully appreciating your taste before sucking on your clit, hard. You yelp, shooting up, but his hand presses you back down, eyes still closed. Fingers make their way up to your breasts, tugging at your nipples leisurely before tightening and pulling with more tension. “Oh, god, please…” Your hands find his head, and at the sudden application of pressure, he grunts again. And you’re left there in agonizing pleasure, dangling between an orgasm and a build-up of pressure, one stroke away from tumbling into the cavern of blissful unawareness. 

Geto stops without warning, pulling back to watch you as he still tweaks your nipples with varying degrees of firmness. You tug at his shorts in a silent plea for him to discard them, and he waits a minute before sliding them off wordlessly. His length is impressive, you note, his cock springing free from his shorts and angled upwards a little. A condom is produced just as quickly, and he rolls it over himself before spreading you a little wider to accommodate his length. When he nudges his cock at your slit, you realise he’s a little breathless and shaking, but that all goes to the back of your mind when he slides inside of you with little resistance. 

“Fuck, doll, that’s--” He groans just as you moan, both of you relishing the expanding feeling. “God, that’s perfect.” You whimper at his praise and bring your hands to his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he begins to pump into you. Geto’s lips find your neck and he sucks a hickey on your left side, placing another one neatly below it while his hands cup your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” He whispers and you nod, completely at a loss for words. But soon, it’s not enough, and your fingers dig into his back. He’s fucking you slowly… too slowly. 

“M-more,” you whine, and he delivers his thrusts faster, pumping into you and moaning loudly. Your fingers find his face and angles it towards your raised head so you can kiss him on the lips. He offers you that mercy - a deep, languid kiss - while he plows into you with abandon. Pleasure is the only thing on your minds - you just so happen to have found it in each other’s arms - and your orgasm is just within reach.

“Geto, I’m close…” His response to your words is to lift your left leg a little higher so it practically hung off the couch and in the air, deeping his strokes until they settled against your cervix, like someone tapping a soft rhythm into your stomach. “Shit, like that.” 

“Yeah?” he exhales, looking at your face with a blissed-out expression, his cheeks reddening. You raise your hips to meet his with each thrust, hoping your orgasm would arrive before Geto came. There isn’t much you can do though, besides writhe beneath him and pull him closer to you, thereby making you and him almost inseparable. He’s merely rocking into your hips now, cock barely rolling out of you as before. And you can’t deny that it feels like heaven, not when you’ve been so frustrated for so long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Geto hisses into your mouth, and you nod, constricting a little to urge him on. What you fail to realize is that the constriction was just what you need to tumble over into the abyss of thoughtlessness, and your mouth opens to let loose a guttural moan as Geto fucks you faster and faster, chasing his own orgasm on the heels of yours. “Oh, shit,” Your neighbor sinks into you one final time, shooting his cum into the condom, but pumping in stuttered strokes as if he were really letting loose inside of you. 

When you both fall from the heights of your sex-induced high, shoulders and heads are draped where there is comfort and space, little exhales from his mouth fanning across your breasts. Geto lifts off of your sweaty chest and looks you in the eyes before breathing: 

“Maybe I should start my days with this instead of a workout.”

[vad-hander]

• Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

• Genre: smut, fluff

• Warnings: established relationships, dom!Jaebeom sub!reader switched positions, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

• Words: 10k

“My kink is you wearing these jeans and a dress shirt, why’d you make me suffer from orgasm denial in the past 4 hours?” you moaned quietly to not make anyone else hear it in case someone was behind the door. “I didn’t know you were this needy.” he smirked pecking your lips quickly. “Want to see?” your hand landed on top of his palm, trying to slide it down to the center of your body.

Youngjae’s generous invitation for Jaebeom & you to visit his musical made you more excited than you ever thought it would. The two of you just got out of a 14 days quarantine you had to undergo after returning to Korea and this was meant to be your first post-quarantine event, let alone the fact the two of you haven’t been anywhere in what felt like ages.

You watched Jaebeom put his tight black jeans on, which itself was an event for you. He didn’t let happen too often with wearing baggy pants but you never really cared what he wore, you never even had the thought of commanding him on what to wear and what not, but the view of his legs wrapped in a black jeans material gave your body and ecstatic shock wave making your core throb from a single glance. Before meeting Jaebeom you never thought the view of someone’s legs could make you feel the things you felt but the reality of being in love hit you every time you caught yourself finding things that were normal to you regarding other people but were filled with sexiness when it was about Jaebeom. These thoughts always gave you a mental reminder you never were in love with anyone as much you were with him. The slight smirk on your lips was caught by his stare and he turned around to face you, moving his, actually long, legs towards you.

“What’s up with the smirk?” he gifted you a smile trying to lightly pinch your cheek by sliding his middle and index finger over it. “You’re ready?”

“Yes boo.” the nickname made Jaebeom smile wider and his hand slid onto your neck, gripping lightly to move your head closer to press a small kiss in the corner of your lips.

“You’re cute.” he smiled letting go.

“The urge of taking these pants off your legs is making me act up.” you joked making him chuckle.

“We can’t be late, you’ll have to wait.” Jaebeom slid his hand down your shoulder to intertwine your fingers and pull you to come with him.

“I know you’re lying, nothing would stop you usually. You don’t like me?” you mixed up a dramatic and cute looks making Jaebeom laugh at your obvious bad acting.

“You know this was bad, right?” you simply nodded chuckling lightly agreeing with him.

“Want to punish me?” you gave it one more shot getting a disappointed nod from your boyfriend.

“Now don’t expect to peacefully go to bed when we get back home.” he pecked your lips for the final time dragging you to go to the exit.

The musical was good, you liked going to theatres the only issue here was the fact you barely spoke Korean, and at first Jaebeom was trying to interpret a little but soon he gave up due to all those people around you constant staring and hissing. “It’s okay, you’ll tell me after it’s over, let’s see if what I guessed is any close to what it actually was.” you chuckled allowing Jaebeom to rest in his sit to fully focus on his friends acting.

A staff came crawling over your raw just a few minutes before everything ended asking you in a polite manner to follow him backstage and you two, excusing yourselves and bending as low as possible, exited the hall to a light corridor. The room was completely empty and Jaebeom took your hand in his. You held onto his fingers tightly appreciating him seeking for contact at any giving chance you had. Touching and any form of informal interaction was something you held back from doing due to Jaebeoms status in life. You always planned to pull the staff or the friend card if someone suspected anything and in order of doing it successfully you needed to act accordingly, you always acted accordingly. The only person to break the rule was Jaebeom and there was nothing better in life than feeling the adrenaline run through your veins when in a sudden move he’d take your hand or pull you in for a light kiss. You loved these moments and you lived for these moments. You lived for the moments when you could tease him to the state where he could barely hold himself back, to the state where he dragged you to the bathroom multiple times to bend or kneel you down to release the tension in his pants. He rarely acted bold but when he did he drove you insane. Light moves of his thumb over the skin on your palm were like the moves of a match on a matchbox, striking sparks down your core but he seemed casual about it.

“I think he’ll want to go to eat after this, will you want to go with us?” he drew your attention to his face.

“If I won’t go, you’ll come back late, I’ll be asleep already and then you won’t keep your promise, and your promise is the only thing I could think of through this whole time.” you said quietly in case the man that was leading you spoke English aswell.

“No, I would keep it even if I’d come at 3am.” light chuckle of his whispered tone was interrupted by the staff that finally told you to come into the room to wait for Youngjae.

“I wish we could go on other dates too. I’d like to see Jinki, I like him a lot.” you commented looking at all those posters hanging all over the walls.

“I’ll ask Youngjae about that.” he chuckled and pulled you to seat beside him. “So are you coming?”

“Did you agree with him to go without me?” you squeezed your eyes suspiciously.

“You’ll be bored, that’s it.”

“I won’t be, I’ll eat deliciously and then I’ll just stare at your beautiful side profile until you’d want to go home and get your beautiful profile deep between my legs. I won’t understand you two for the most part anyway, you can share your little secrets calmly.” you booped him on the nose finishing your sentence cutely.

“The more you say things like that the less I want to go anywhere except for going home and getting on top of you.” Jaebeom grabbed your neck moving you closer.

“That’s what I told you in the first place. My kink is you wearing these jeans and a dress shirt, why’d you make me suffer from orgasm denial in the past 4 hours?” you moaned quietly to not make anyone else hear it in case someone was behind the door.

“I didn’t know you were this needy.” he smirked pecking your lips quickly.

“Want to see?” your hand landed on top of his palm, trying to slide it down to the center of your body.

“No, no, no.” he moved back suddenly. “Don’t turn me on like that, don’t. Youngjae will come any second and I don’t want to have a boner in these tight jeans.”

“Well, not good for you.” you chuckled trying to get from Jaebeoms grip, and he only let go of you when he licked into your mouth multiple times.

Jaebeom was obviously right about the dinner and now the three of you were sitting at the private booth in the restaurant not too far from the place where you watched the musical. The food was good and it was the greatest gift you could receive in the time being. You were slowly running your eyes over Youngjae and Jaebeom, not really having much to add to the heated conversation they had. Mostly, due to the fact you barely could catch up on what they were saying, but as long as the food kept you occupied you were good. Inner urge to fish your phone out and just entertain yourself while scrolling was something you fought harshly, finding it a tad bit inappropriate and disrespectful. In search of things you could entertain yourself with you remembered your teasing game, which wasn’t initially a game, it was just your pure will, but since Jaebeom denied you, you had no other option left other than tease him to the state where he wouldn’t be able to fight back anymore.

Placing your chopsticks back to their designated place when you finished eating you sat back a little moving your legs closer to Jaebeoms. You bumped your knees accidentally , getting a warm smile from him before turning his attention back to Youngjae. Thanks to the seating with chairs Youngjae wasn’t able to see your legs and you were able to quietly put your palm over Jaebeoms knee. Your featherlight touch drew his attention back to you.

“You’re good?” his tone changed 180 from a casual one he spoke to Youngjae with to a caring sweet one when he spoke to you. A smile lit up your face and you guessed you looked like two disgusting idiots to Youngjae, you really didn’t want to be the annoying girlfriend that ruined the bros hang out.

“Yeah.” you pouted slightly and expected Jaebeom to give you a light peck, because he always did when you pouted, but he just nodded a quick no, saying sorry with his eyes. You moved a bit more closer to Jaebeom, resting your head on his shoulder, blinking blindly with your eyes running over the room. None of the boys paid any attention to what you did, so you just rested for a couple of minutes, listening to the words that left their mouths. The moment Jaebeom relaxed his body, that he tensed up the second you touched him, you knew it was the time to make him tense up again. Your hand lightly ran over his knee and it took all in you to hold back from chuckling at how fast Jaebeoms reaction to it was. He didn’t stop you and he didn’t give any visible to Youngjae reaction, so you just continued stroking his knee calmly, feeling him get used to and chill under the touch. Running your fingers up his leg you felt Jaebeoms hand on your thigh, gripping lightly to signal for you to stop. He still acted as if nothing was happening under the table, so you had to just bite your cheek to not draw attention. Jaebeom’s fingers ran up your bare skin, with the robe-like dress you wore he easily snaked his hand up without lifting your dress up, rubbing with his thumb your sensitive skin. The light touches of his fingers mixed with the feeling of cold metal from the rings he wore send warmth down to your core. You dug your nails into his thigh through material of his black jeans, trying to stop yourself from reacting too vividly.

“It’s your birthday?” Youngjae asked in English drawing your attention to him. You lifted your head from Jaebeoms shoulder, moving your head around confusedly trying to get yourself back together from those pleasures feelings.

“Huh?” you were taken aback by the sudden question and it showed on your face.

“You had your birthday a couple of days ago.” Jaebeom said with a slight smile on his lips from your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah. It was my birthday.” you ran your eyes from Jaebeom back to Youngjae.

“I have a gift.” he said in a cute tone, reaching out to his bag to find something.

“What?” you exclaimed excitedly. “You didn’t have to.” Youngjae straightened his back expanding his hand towards you. There was a small box that said ‘Gucci’ on it. “No, I can’t take it!” you exclaimed taking the box out of his hand. “What’s in there?” Jaebeom asked Youngjae the same question in korean for him to understand.

“Open.” Youngjae simply commanded and you pulled the top of the box up, revealing to you the gift wrapped in paper with a Gucci sticker on. You laid the box on the table to rip the sticker off and finally see what he got you.

“Thank you so much!” your hands revealed to your curious eyes a pretty card holder. “Look!” you exclaimed shoving it in Jaebeoms face. “This is nice.” you smiled at him and he nodded lightly taking the holder from your hand to check it out “Wow, Youngjae, thank you so much.” you ran your fingers over the material of the holder before letting go of it. “Can I hug you?” you asked politely in Korean. Youngjae nodded gifting you a light chuckle, before moving to stand up. You moved your chair too, noticing how Jaebeom moved his hand from your thigh to the back of your chair. His hand ran through your spine when you stood up and with Youngjae expanding his hands towards you there was no time for you to react to your boyfriends movements, hugging Youngjae tightly. “Thank you so much, you really didn’t have to.” you spoke in Korean again, using up all of your skills and knowledge for the sentence.

Right when you felt like the hug took longer than the both of you intended, you felt Jaebeoms fingers on your elbow, pulling you back to him. He coughed in his ordinary manner making you chuckle at the absurd display of jealousy and possessiveness as if you and Youngjae were showing any affection towards each other at all. Youngjae let go of you quicker than you expected, making you fall back into embrace of the guy that suddenly was in the mood to mark his territory. You felt his hand on the back of your chair again, lightly tapping your shoulder. You gave his knee a light punch as if telling him to stop and with Youngjaes silent chuckle they began talking again.

“Oh, I need to go, Coco is waiting for her walkie.” you heard Youngjae speak, turning your head to see Jaebeoms reaction.

“Yeah, you’re right, it’s pretty late.” he checked his lock screen “ I guess my pup is in need of a walk aswell.” he chuckled referring to you and Youngjae made a loud throaty laugh, making it die quickly when he noticed your death stares towards Jaebeom.

He kept his little game even after you paid, getting up and leaving he patted your head and said ‘let’s go’ with tapping his knee as if you were an actual pup. Jaebeoms face lit up with happiness when he heard Youngjaes laugh and you played along sticking your tongue out and bending your hands for two seconds when Youngjae turned away gaining an approving smile from Jaebeom, rolling your eyes at him afterwards.

Jaebeoms hands landed on your waist the second his feet entered the elevator behind you. His hands pushed you to turn around and before you could even see his face expression in the elevators mirror you were facing Jaebeom. Your eyes ran over his face noticing how he really tried hard to keep it expressionless. You smiled lightly, biting your lower lip. His hands were glued to your waist and you ran your hands up his, resting them over his neck.

“What?” you asked and he opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the elevators door closing made you jump in his hands out of surprise and Jaebeom chuckled at your reaction.

“We didn’t press the floor button, did we?” he said letting go of you to do so. You nodded lightly and Jaebeom pulled you to his chest hugging tightly. You rested your head on his chest, snaking your hands over his warm body. “Where’s your gift?” he asked you suddenly making you realise you left it in the car.

“Da-a-mn.” you growled into his chest and Jaebeom’s hand squeezed your neck lightly.

“Are you tired or what?” he said, turning around when the elevator came to the needed floor. You chased after Jaebeom, catching his extended towards you palm, walking with holding on to his hand with both yours. He punched in the passcode to your door, pulling you to walk in with him and letting go of you to close the door.

You stood in front of the door watching him take his shoes off expecting Jaebeom to pay any attention to you, but he just walked forward, turning around to take a look at you. “Why you’re standing?” he made a real surprised face expression looking you up. You frowned, quickly taking the shoes off your feet. Walking in a quick pace past Jaebeom who was still standing and watching you, you punched him lightly into his side with your elbow, getting a light chuckle from him. Jaebeoms hands grabbed you by the waist mid-action, pulling you close to his back. “Needy.” he murmured into your shoulder, giving it a light bite.

“I thought we had an agreement.” you tried to push him off, but Jaebeoms grip was obviously stronger.

“I can’t even tease you for a second?” he chuckled lightly, caressing your stomach with his fingers. “You had fun through the whole evening and I’m not allowed to do it for a slight moment?” he whined to make you feel bad about your behaviour “That’s selfish.” Jaebeom turned you around in his arms, resting both of his palms on your cheeks. “Since when are you selfish?”

“Since when the only time I’m allowed to rule is when I’m teasing you in front of someone because you don’t like to pay attention to me in these circumstances. All other times you act like an insufferable dom, there’s nothing I’m allowed to do.” you sighed, licking your lips.

“I’m not... that much of a dom...” he said sounding like he might’ve doubted it himself.

“You are...” you nodded lightly and Jaebeom bit his lower lip with an apologetic grimace on his face.

“I’m sorry but I guess you should’ve told me two years ago you don’t like it. What took you so long?” he sighed lowering his hands back to your waist.

“I never said I don’t.” you tilted your head to the side, resting your hands on Jaebeoms broad shoulders.

“I see.” he chuckled lightly trying to contain his smile making the cute little face expression you liked so much. His cuteness made your heart clench at the same time with making your entire body warmer.

“So what?” your hands slowly made their way over to his stomach, caressing it with your fingertips.

“You wanted to rule, so rule.” Jaebeom suggested. You stayed silent to see his further actions but he just stood calmly staring back at you. “Come on, my patience won’t last forever.” he teased.

“Let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to walk behind you towards your shared bedroom.

Entering the room, you noticed how the lights from the streets of Seoul were blocked by the black-out curtains that were weighing on the ledge. The only light in the room was coming from the side where the curtains weren’t properly closing the window. Small glimpses of light jumped over the walls from passing-by cars. You loosened your grip on Jaebeom’s hand, letting his fingers naturally slide from yours. Your eyes were too focused on the light, and when you didn’t move for quite a while, Jaebeom moved behind you. You felt his fingers move your hair away from your shoulder, feeling fresh air run up your neck. He leaned in closer to your ear, resting his fingers on your shoulder. Jaebeom’s lips left a kiss at the base of your neck making you shiver immediately. His touch was intoxicating to you, no matter how much time had passed, you still were getting goosebumps from whatever he said or did to you.

“Are you coming up with a grand plan to torture me?” he chuckled into your neck, running his lips up to your ear to move his face forward and rest his cheek against yours. Jaebeom’s hands snaked over your body, intertwining your fingers. He hugged your body tightly with both his and yours hands. You closed your eyes relishing the moment, rubbing your cheek lightly against his. You felt his lips on your jaw, leaving light pecks and *maybe* signalling you that you’re slow at giving him what he wants you to give him the most. You weren’t able to open your eyes though because Jaebeom’s light pecks turned into tiny sloppy kisses that just forced you to rest your head against his left shoulder, allowing him more access to your sensitive skin. With each feel of his lips on your neck, with each little sound he made when his lips met your skin you felt how your body relaxed more against his and you felt how your heart was trembling as if it was the first time he touched you at all. One of his hands left your waist only to rest against your cheek the next moment. His hand pulled your head by the neck to the side, holding on to it. Jaebeom’s lips moved back up to your jaw, nibbling on the spot under your ear. His light actions forced a moan escape your mouth, a moan that got you back into reality and got strength back into your feet.

“Wait.” you tried to tell him normally but your voice was weak and sounded more like a moan.

“Yeah?” he stopped drawing his attention to you. You turned around in his arms to face him properly. Thin laces of light ran over Jaebeoms face, giving you an opportunity to see his beautiful features for the nth time. You felt your heart clench when your eyes landed on his lips, unconsciously raising your hands to caress his cheeks. One of your hands slid down onto his neck, hooking it around it to hold on. Your free hand ran a line up his nose with your index finger, feeling how Jaebeom’s hand held tighter on your waist.

“I love you.” you sighed, pulling his face down closer to yours.

“I know baby, I love you too.” his tone was soft and low, you could barely hear him, he was practically murmuring. Jaebeom rested his forehead against yours, allowing for you to decide on what you’ll do next.

Moving your hands back to Jaebeoms face, you pulled his face a tiny bit closer, finally intertwining your lips. The kiss that you were waiting for for the whole evening quickly changed from a soft and slow one into something passionate, something that took both of your breaths away. Jaebeom’s hands ran up and down your side, making your head go dizzy every time he squeezed your butt before running his hand back up, pushing your body harder against his. He had to pull your face from his when it felt like the both of you could lose consciousness from the lack of air in your lungs.

“I still want to take these pants off your legs.” you murmured into his lips, pulling him more towards you.

“I won’t protest.” he chuckled and guided you towards the bed. You gave in, because its what you usually did. You obeyed and listened to what Jaebeom said and you both enjoyed it very much, but he said it’s up to you tonight and you weren’t planning on giving that completely up.

“Sit down then.” you demanded, and Jaebeom chuckled at your serious voice but obeyed diligently, walking with you to the bed. He didn’t break eye contact, sitting down and running his tongue over his mouth. Jaebeom sat down in an arrogant pose, spreading his knees but crossing his ankles. He switched his body weight to his hands that were keeping him up behind his back. “Move.” you commanded him with your hands, showing for him to crawl deeper onto the bed. He listened again, straightening his long skinny legs in front of you. The bulge, that was always visible through tight material of his pants, drew even more of your attention to it now that he was slightly turned on. You pressed a knee into the mattress of the bed, and Jaebeom lifted his body on his elbows, expectant of what you’ll do. You quickly got to his lap and Jaebeom’s hands quickly found their place on your thighs. “What should I do with you…?” you smirked at him, placing your hands on each side of his head.

“You pick, I don’t know.”

“I’m drowning in the ocean of possibilities, I should’ve prepared myself.” you chuckled lowering your face in front of him.

“Want to switch it up?”

“Never.” you kissed him, slowly rocking your body against his. A low groan escaped Jaebeom’s throat giving you a boost of confidence you never knew you needed. You broke off the kiss, moving your lips to his neck. The feeling of your wet mouth made him groan again and the vibration that escaped his throat and passed to you through your lips settled down in your core. You felt your insides clench and the only thing you could think about from now on is how good he’ll feel inside of you.

“Remember you told me once things you liked about me?” you moved back up to his face to be able to see his eyes.

“Of course I do, it was last week.” his hand ran up your waist.

“I want to do the same thing.” you licked his lips, slowly running your tongue over his mouth.

“Okay…?”

“Can I?” you asked out of habit.

“You know you can do anything you want, baby.” he let go of your leg, finding your face to caress your cheek. “Don’t make me feel bad with questions like that, now you’re making me believe I’m a conceited bully who’s keeping you in slavery.”

“Not true.” you opposed “One of the things I like about you…” you began slowly “…is the fact that you can control me but respect my views and needs at the same time.” your lips landed on his cheek. “You’re caring even though controlling and I have no idea how you’re doing it like that and to be fair that’s super sexy. But this is not what I wanted to tell you.” your lips found his once again.

“Okay, okay.” he chuckled, pulling you closer.

“Promise to just shut me up and just fuck me if I’ll get too sentimental, okay? I don’t want to be a crying mess.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you, you were grabbing onto my thigh through the whole evening I can’t even think straight right now, I want you.”

“I’m sorry.” you chuckled “But now I just want you to know that I’m so glad you asked me to stay with you when the rent at my place was due and I wanted to go home. I’m so glad I didn’t protest too much to stay at your place with you two years ago and now I’m here with you in this bed, and I love you so-so much. Fuck…” you sighed feeling that you already were emotional. This wasn’t even what you wanted to tell him in the first place, but now that you began you weren’t able to stop yourself from saying all those things. “We probably wouldn’t have lasted long if we went long-distance, I would’ve sulked and missed you so much.” you sighed and smiled lightly at him when you saw his cute little smile. “This is not even what I was planning to tell you. I wasn’t planning to make myself sob.” you chuckled and Jaebeom’s warm fingers on your cheek made your heart clench once again. “I love you a lot, I don’t want to ever not be able to tell you that I love you.”

“I swear, you won’t.” Jaebeom reassured you when you weren’t expecting him to speak at all. “Don’t cry. We’re good, no, we’re great. I love you, and you love me. We’re almost never fight, we’re on the same page, we’re there for each other. I don’t want to let go of you, in fact I want to build a family with you, I told you that. Baby, remember how you told me earlier you wanted me? Come on, show me, don’t cry, you’re upsetting me. I’m the insufferable dom, obey.” a smile lit up his face “I’m ordering for you to rule me, even though this sounds weird to say it like that.”

“I’m sorry, I think I’m just tipsy from what I drank at the restaurant. I was ready to fuck with you in that waiting room and now I’m on top of you and what am I doing? Sobbing.” you chuckled.

“Come here.” Jaebeom said seriously, pushing your hair to your back from hanging in front of his face. His hands pressed you towards his head, making you two kiss. Jaebeom’s lips moved quickly demanding the access into your mouth swiftly. You found balance by each side of Jaebeom’s shoulders, pressing your hands into the mattress. Jaebeom’s hand ran up your neck with a featherlight touch, going back down. His thumb began caressing your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. Jaebeom’s other hand left your waist as well, sliding towards inner side of your thigh. He ran his hand under the hem of your dress, drawing circles over your bare skin. When his hand was right at the line of your underwear, he ran his fingers over cotton material of your underwear, lowering his fingers and running them up and down your clothed heat. “Do you feel better?” he asked running his fingers past the thin material of your underwear to touch you there.

“Wait.” you moaned into his mouth and he let go of you the next second. “I didn’t tell you.”

“You’ll start crying again, I just got you back.” he sighed.

“No, I won’t now, I just want to hold you back for as long as possible for you to cum harder, do you want that?”

“Baby…” he made a throaty sound.

“No, you have to say it with words, that’s your own rule, follow it.” you smiled making him clear his throat.

“Yeah, I do.” Jaebeom’s hand squeezed your thigh.

“Good. Don’t touch me unless I’ll tell you to. Should I tie you up?” you crooked your neck to look at him from the side.

“No, no, I’ll obey.”

“I hope so.” you felt Jaebeom let go of you, resting his hands on each side of his body. You leaned in to kiss him, softly moving your lips against his, he kissed you back, yet being able to not boss you around. He waited patiently for you to slip your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. “Mmmh.” he forced a moan out of you with the way his mouth was moving. You pulled back and Jaebeom lifted one of his hands to push you back down, but stopped himself half-way, dropping his hand back on the mattress. “Good boy.” you chuckled. “You know that I love your lips, right?” he nodded, mumbling quiet ‘yes’ afterwards. “I can’t hold back from kissing them all the time.” your fingers ran over his lower lip “And you’re always making me struggle, always forcing me to cry from want. Always making me beg for you. Why do you like me begging for you so much?” you asked rhetorically, kissing him again. Your lips moved slowly to his jaw, getting closer to his ear. “You know when I like your lips the most?” you sighed into his ear.

“I can probably guess.”

“Okay, guess.” you moved back to see his face.

“No, you tell me.” he quickly replied.

“When you get them between my legs.” you exhaled.

“Yeah…” he moaned in your ear “Do you want me to do that now?” you felt your insides clench at the unexpected suggestion. Temptation was way too strong and it took all in you to kindly decline it.

You moved your body a bit lower, now properly resting your lower part against Jaebeoms groin. Your fingers landed on his neck, stroking it lightly up and down. Softly touching his lips with yours, you snaked your fingers behind his neck, trying to wrap your hands around it. “Just taking a look at your neck is making me clench. I’m obsessed with your neck, its so thick, I can barely wrap my hands around it. And your Adam’s apple is moving so sexily every time you swallow.” you paused and he swallowed “Baby, yes, like that.” you whispered when Jaebeom’s Adam’s apple bobbed under your thumbs. “Can I bite it?” you paused to hear a reply from him but quickly changed your mind “Whatever, I’m going to bite it anyway.” running your lips over his neck mindlessly, you found a spot you liked to bite onto so much, tasting the skin, pulling it lightly between your teeth. Your tongue lightly nibbled on the bitten spot, right before your lips sucked in air, leaving red mark on his neck.

You moved your head back, eyeing the red stain you left. Your hands landed on his chest, helping you to find balance and Jaebeom’s hands landed on your hips, reminding you of the no-touching rule. You found his hands with yours, pulling them from you, moving them up, and then making him lower them above his head.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again.”

“Too late.” you stated. The only thing that came to your mind that could hold his hands in place was the belt that he had in his jeans, so you tried to hold both his hands with one of yours, expanding the other one to undo his belt somehow.

“You want to tie me up with my own belt?” he made a weird sound.

“Yeah, there’s nothing else I can come up with.” you smiled at him apologetically.

“Come on, I’ll be good, I won’t touch you, I swear.” he begged but you knew it was only to last up until you actually touched him and made him wait. You shook your head no, signalling for Jaebeom to lift his butt a bit, for you to be able to get your new handmade leathery handcuffs from his pants. “Baby…” he sighed.

“I know you’re not good at controlling yourself, i need something to ensure myself you’ll obey.” Getting the belt in front of his arms, you freed him to properly put it around his arms with both of yours. “Wait, we need to take off your shirt first.” you realised that you won’t be able to do that if you’ll tie him. Your hands got back to his chest, running your fingers over to where his buttons were already unbuttoned. You played with his yin-yang necklace that was peaking and teasing your eyes through the whole evening, unbuttoning more of the buttons on his shirt. Getting more access to the skin on his stomach, you pulled the shirt from under his pants, finally finishing with those buttons. You let both halves of the shirt lie down on Jaebeom’s sides. Your hands ran over his chest, lowering your head to plant a kiss on his abdomen. “Do you want to know how much I love your stomach?” you forced him to lift his shoulders off the bed, to let you pull the shirt off them. “Or your shoulders?” you tossed material to the side, getting your attention back to the belt. You wrapped it around his hands, forcing him to pull them back up, passing it in between his wrists afterwards, fastening the belt over it. He pulled lightly to test it, and it held his hands in place, making him drop his head back on the bed disappointed. “Pretty.” you said more to yourself than him, running your fingers from his shoulders to the waist of his jeans. “Even prettier down here.” you mumbled under your breath, squeezing him through the jeans. His body jerked in response, and you chuckled lightly because he pointlessly tried to free his hands. “You won’t mind if I’ll lick your stomach, right?” you asked, lowering your face in front of his abs. You extended your tongue, lifting your eyes to watch Jaebeom’s face expression. He bit down onto his lower lip, watching how you lowered your head, making your tongue meet his stomach. His body made a wave from the sensation. You began drawing small circles over his toned muscles, making your tongue move between every cube of the six-pack. Your chest was moving against his cock, stimulating Jaebeom even more, forcing a low groan out of him. “You know you can tell me what you want me to do?” you kissed a line up his stomach to his chest “I’ll consider your suggestions.” you got your tongue back out, sliding it up his chest to Jaebeom’s neck. You crawled over him, giving you an ability to properly look him in the eyes. “Do you have any?” you licked your lips, lowering your face closer to his.

“No, I’m good.” he coughed lightly, lifting his head from the bed to kiss you. You shot your body back up, pressing his shoulders back down to bed with your palms. “Come on.” He growled disappointedly.

“Weren’t you good just a second ago?” you chuckled. He shielded his eyes as if he was suffering from pain, lifting his head up to look at the bed behind him. “I know baby,” you ran your fingers from his armpit to where his hands were held hostage “it’ll hurt your pride if you’ll beg me for something, but I promise, you won’t die from that.” your hands ran back down, stroking lower, getting through his sides to the waistband of his jeans. The band of his underwear was showing from under his pants, letting you know the brand he wore. You ran your fingers over the band, getting them under it to run back to his left side. You noticed how Jaebeom’s hands grabbed onto the bedsheets above his head, fisting them harshly. “Sure you don’t want to try it?” you moved your hand away, only to drop your fingers over his crotch. Your fingers ran up and down lightly, stroking him with subtle motions. His hips twitched under you, trying to lift them and get more friction which you obviously weren’t about to give him. “No, this is not what the deal was, isn’t it?” you moved your hand away and Jaebeom stopped.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled under his nose, turning his head away to close his eyes once again.

“The more you break the rules, the longer I’ll take, you get it?”

“Yeah.” He sighed. You got your hand back, palming his crotch slowly. Getting your face once again on the same level with his, you finally kissed him, making a low moan, when Jaebeom bit your lip due to your hands stronger stroking. You moved away to breathe in air, getting your free hand to stroke Jaebeom’s cheek.

“Be a good boy for me? Can you be good for me?” you mumbled into his lips “Just be good, don’t you want to cum?” you pecked his mouth but instead of replying he moaned quietly as a reaction to you squeezing his cock in your hand “you really should start using words.”

“I’ll be good.” He said with his mouth only, giving you an idea of how difficult it is for him to even be under you.

You using same words and tactics as he usually did probably gave him an idea of what it felt like from your side, when he’d rule you and made you be his submissive, when he’d make you speak at the peak of orgasm with the condition of not letting you cum if you didn’t. The difference was that Jaebeom had real issues with begging, he didn’t quite like the idea of begging for anything, so Jaebeom crying and moaning for you to let him cum was something you’d pay for to watch, and you were about to get a free ticket to that.

You tried to undo the button on his jeans with one hand, but you failed miserably, sitting up and undoing the jeans properly with both of your hands. He lifted his hips immediately, predicting you to take off the pants. You decided not to do it the way he wanted it, unzipping the zipper, and just unfolding his jeans to the side, allowing his bulge to get free. The only thing that now divided your palm from his cock was the thin cotton of his underwear. You stroked him multiple times, giving him more pressure than before. You felt Jaebeom’s thighs tense up under your legs, twitching yet again from your hand. You paid all of your attention to his member that was poking the underwear making a droplet of pre-cum smear over the material, soaking it. Your hand left Jaebeom, getting a light whine from him, only to hear him groan a second after, when your hand snaked under his underwear, finally making you meet his warm cock. You stroked him, moving your hand up and down, squeezing him lightly at the base.

“Don’t stop, please.” His voice sounded high-pitched. “Baby, I beg you…” he sighed and you got your hand tighter over him, squeezing more “Yeah, like that.” He sighed again.

You watched his face expression, his eyes were shut tight, small droplets of sweat were forming over his forehead. When your hand wrapped tighter around him he squeezed his eyes in pleasure, making a wave with his body. You weren’t quite sure if Jaebeom was already on the edge, but he acted as if he already was, so you had to let go of him just in case.

“Why?” he asked angrily.

“Did you try to trick me? Did you want to cum?”

“No.” he sighed. “You wouldn’t let me anyway.”

“Right, and now, I’ll have to be even more strict with you.”

“Y/n, come on… I understood already.”

“Understood what?”

“That it’s hard to play by my rules.”

“But I was just doing what you told me to do, I was just making you feel good.” you replied. Your hand ran back down to his cock.

“I want you.” he sighed “I want to get inside of you, I can’t with the teasing.” His voice sounded tired.

“Baby, I only began.” You chuckled and got rid of any contact you had with Jaebeom. He shot his eyes open anticipating what you’ll do next.

Your hands landed on the belt of your dress on your waist. You pulled the ribbon, making the material of the dress fall on both sides of your body, allowing Jaebeom to see your underwear. You felt his eyes land on it immediately, eyeing your underwear, stopping his eyes on your breasts. He paid more attention than expected to your half-see-through garment, lowering his eyes down to your stomach and lower to your clothed heat. You lowered your head too, trying to see what drew his attention, noticing how your underwear was soaked from all the rubbing against Jaebeom. You lifted your eyes back up meeting Jaebeom’s hungry stare.

“Come here.” He commanded and for a slight second the tone of his voice made you want to do it. “Please.” He sighed when you shook your head no.

You pushed the dress off your shoulders, tossing it somewhere to the floor, next to Jaebeom’s shirt. Crawling over his body, you rested yourself against him, wrapping your hands over his neck, hugging his waist with your legs. You felt the phantom of his arms around your body, and your heart cried to feel him around you, but the strength and power you had in your arms right now was way too poisoning to let go of. You intertwined your lips with his, kissing him passionately from the first second. You rocked your hips slowly towards him and Jaebeom did everything in his power to press him against you in return. You twitched when Jaebeom dropped his tied hands on your back, immediately squeezing bare skin of your back with his fingers. You moaned at the feeling into his mouth before you could even understand what he did. He just lowered his tied hands to hold you in place because he had every possibility to do so. You didn’t tie his hands to the headboard of the bed because your bed didn’t have bars, you didn’t even expect he’d do that. His hands burned the skin on your back with the sensuality they gave you. He squeezed and caressed and just held and pressed you closer to him, as if there was any more space for you to get closer to him. You kept kissing him for a minute or so, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you, the feeling you didn’t realize you missed so much until he touched you. The kiss became a mess from all the feelings the both of you felt and gave to each other and you put it all in you to let go of his neck and get his hands from your back to move them back above his head.

“Baby, please.” he made a loud cry leaving you surprised. “Didn’t you like me touching you, don’t you want me to touch you? Please, let me.” he begged now and your insides clenched at the view.

“Don’t make me feel bad.” you moaned into his mouth, sitting up once again. You slid down his legs, getting your hands to the waist of his jeans. Now you pulled the material slightly down and Jaebeom lifted his hips to allow you to do what you wanted. You moved lower taking his jeans down his long limbs, freeing him finally.

Now that the both of you were left in your underwear, you had no intention of not having him inside of you. You dropped his jeans to the floor, crawling back up his legs.

“Bra on or off?” you simply asked, allowing him to pick.

“On.” his reply was quick and you nodded with a light smile on your face. You pulled your underwear down first, tossing it to the side, before your fingers pulled his by the waistband, with him bending his legs and helping you to get rid of it. His pulsing cock bounced up to his stomach, giving you an idea of how turned on he was. Even in the dark room you could see how engorged it was signalling to you that Jaebeom was about to struggle badly. You stroked him a few times, getting a sense from the way he felt and acted you had to be careful. Lifting your hips you guided his cock to your coated with want entrance, sliding him up and down your slit. He jerked his hips up, crying breathlessly at your actions. You felt the entire of your body clench from just the feeling of him being this close. You lost control and allowed him to enter more, causing a loud moan from the both of you. You moved your hips back up because it wasn’t something you planned to do this quickly, getting a low cry from him once again.

“Baby, please, let me get inside of you.” the loud moan that escaped his mouth when you teased him against you once more gave an idea that he possibly could be on the verge. You sank down on him slowly, squeezing your eyes in pleasure. Jaebeom was breathing heavily, and when you jerked your hips up only to sit back down with a quicker speed the room filled up with a low loud groan from Jaebeom that lasted for at least 10 seconds. You never heard him make that sound before and on the second move of your hips you clenched around him. You definitely weren’t expecting from yourself to get to the edge this quickly but it really never took you long to cum when it was Jaebeom, so you really didn’t have to be surprised. “I’ll cum if you’ll do that once more.” his eyes were squeezed and he barely contained himself.

You knew you’d be able to hold back once you maid up your mind on it, you had a great teacher who trained you for two years, but you weren’t sure he’ll last as much as you wanted to. You got your hips back up, quickly sliding down his length, clenching on purpose this time. Jaebeom shot his eyes open, even though he couldn’t focus his vision for a few seconds for sure. “Take this fucking belt off my hands. Let me fuck you, I beg you.” he was finally there to beg and you wanted to tattoo these words into your brain, they were like music to you.

“No, baby, we had a deal, I’ll fuck you and you’ll just be under me to enjoy.” you smiled at him and stopped everything you did.

“Don’t, no, don’t stop, please. I beg you, I beg you, I swear, don’t stop.” he began mumbling quickly but it was too late now, that his orgasm disappeared for the second time.

You slid down, leaving wet trail of kisses over the lower part of his stomach, fighting in your head if you should take him in your mouth or not. You left a few red marks, licking and kissing them afterwards, deciding on not giving him head, you weren’t sure he’ll last long with the feeling of your tongue on him.

“Ready to cum?” you asked him when you felt like he calmed enough to take more teasing.

“Yes, please ride me. Baby, please.” You began moving your hips slowly, getting into much quicker pace in no time. Your nails were digging into the skin of Jaebeom’s shoulders now that your body found some sort of pace that he tried to match with his hip thrusts. “Fuck.” he mumbled under his breath, fisting the sheets vigorously. “Free my hands, I’ll get deeper inside of you, please, let me fuck you. I don’t think I can do it like that anymore.” he moaned again and this time you almost missed a slight twitching of his cock that signalled that Jaebeom would cum in the closest minute.

You just stopped. You even let him leave you empty, watching his cock throb and pre-cum drip down its side. “It hurts, baby, I swear it does. Please let me cum. Y/n…” he squeezed his eyes again only to shoot them wide open and look at you “what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything. I just need to cum. I’m in pain right now, I swear, it does really hurt, I’m at my maximum, please.”

“Move closer to the headboard.”

“Huh?” he looked as if he didn’t hear you “Yeah, okay.” he said in a second, probably working out what you told him to do. You lifted your body off him to let him freely crawl backwards.

“Sit up.” you watched him reach out his hands to the headboard, grabbing it and pulling his body up to sit. He left his hands above his head, holding on to the wooden material and watching you. You crawled up and reached out behind Jaebeom to get pillows from behind him, allowing him to sit more straight.

One of your hands hooked around his neck, leaving couple millimetres between your faces. Your other hand found his cock under you, guiding him to slide inside of you immediately. He gasped into your mouth and you leaned in to kiss him, rocking your hips steadily. You closed your eyes in pleasure, pressing Jaebeom’s body closer to yours with both hands. You broke off the kiss, resting your head on his shoulder. Your hand moved to his waist, holding on to him there. Jaebeom’s little whimpers and cries into your ear made you closer to the edge and you were trying to contain yourself but your clenching just took Jaebeom closer to the edge. “If I’ll free your hands, promise you won’t flip me over?”

“I won’t.” he replied way too quickly making you doubt if he even understood what you said.

“Did you hear me?” you stopped moving and he tensed up.

“I did, I won’t, I promise, just move.” you nodded in response, biting down on your lower lip and beginning your moves again.

You moved your hand to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. Jaebeom stuck his tongue out for you to kiss him and you gave in, crying silently into the kiss when you lowered yourself on him more than before. Your other hand let go of his neck, crawling over to his tied hands, trying to undo the belt with one hand. It took you longer than expected, and the second Jaebeom heard the sound of it being undone, he roughly freed his hands, making you startled by how quickly he got the belt in his hands, throwing it into the dark of the room. You felt his hands on you the next second, Jaebeom roughly but carefully at the same time got his palm onto your face, pressing your mouths into each other’s. His other hand found your hipbone, grabbing onto it to move your hips quicker and deeper. Your arms were chocking him with how strongly you wrapped them around his neck, but Jaebeom wasn’t really noticing it, being focused on where you connected, making you roughly sink on him and get back up. His mouth let go of yours, trying to kiss a line down your neck, but you noticed him lose the rhythm that he just built up and you knew he’d cum this time for sure.

“Cum, baby.” you moved his head back up to yours, kissing his lips slowly. You purposely clenched around him multiple times, finally feeling his seed fill inside of you. His hips jerked up and he made many tiny noises you never heard before. You waited until he calmed himself down.

“I’m sorry…” he rested his head against the headboard and you lied down on his chest. “I should’ve let you cum first.” you chuckled, leaving small kisses over his chest. A couple of minutes later, when he partially normalised his breathing, you felt Jaebeom rub your shoulder for you to lift your head up. “Come here, I can’t leave you like that.” his hands pulled you closer to his face, kissing your lips quickly. His fingers stroked your sides and his leg hooked around yours, letting you know he’ll flip you over. You didn’t protest knowing he’s only doing it for you.

Now you were in your usual position, feeling his lips move down to your neck, sliding his cock out of you, making you feel empty. Not for long though, as his lips trailed down a line of kisses, his hand got to your breasts, pulling them out of your bra without undoing it. You moaned at the cold sensation he left on your nipples with his tongue and you arched your back towards his body. His hand slid down your stomach right to your entrance, rubbing his palm against it. He moved his finger deeper, making your lube and his cum mix more inside of you. Teasing you multiple times he moved his finger over to your clitoris, rubbing it in circles against it. You whined and Jaebeom’s moves became stronger and quicker. His tongue was swirling over your collarbone, entering you at the same time with his finger.

Next few minutes went in agony, you were trying to squeeze your thighs, and held onto his hand strongly to stop him from doing what he did and make him do it quicker at the same time. Your body was going crazy, your hands were roaming all over the sheets, trying to find something you could hold on to. He stopped kissing you and moved his body away from yours, only keeping contact where he worked with his fingers.

“Jaebeom!” you moaned expanding your hand to his face, and he leaned in to peck your lips quickly moving away afterwards.

His hand left your body and you opened your eyes in disbelief. You didn’t think he’d try to play now, and the only reason he could’ve let go of you is to tease you. You watched him angrily but he didn’t look up at you, he slid his body lower, only to get his face in front of your entrance. You felt your heart tingle, getting a sense of what was going in his head. He spread your legs wider, lowering his head in front of you. The slight feeling of his tongue on you made you jerk your hips up, and he grabbed your hips, moulding his fingers into them to keep you in place. Making a couple of light motions he went all in, running his tongue quickly over the spot he knew was the most sensitive, he ran his tongue down, sticking it inside of you, sliding it flatly back up. Your hands grabbed onto his head not being able to take it you just wanted him to let go, but he didn’t pay any attention to that, sucking in your last cells of sanity. It didn’t last long, with another vigorous lick he pushed you over the edge, not stopping your body from arching closer to him. Jaebeom pressed small kisses over your thigh waiting for you to at least get back into reality. When your breathed more calmly he moved back up, resting his body next to yours. His hands snaked over to your waist, pulling you to lay over his chest.

You closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down and find any strength to tell him anything, but you failed, only finding it in you to rub your face against his chest and hug him tighter.

“See, that’s a tiring job to take over me in bed, you should’ve listened when I told you I’m doing it for you.” he chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ear. His fingers tried to lift your face up to face him, and you let him do it.

“I liked it.” you sighed quietly and he smirked.

“So now I can just rest for the rest of my life while you do the job?”

“No, I liked it, but I guess being a pillow princess is still better.” you smiled at him and a throaty laugh escaped Jaebeom’s mouth. “I won’t give that up to you.”

“Good.” he nodded.

“Why?”

“It’s just better when you’re under.”

“Is it though? You rarely cum that hard.” you chuckled finally feeling more alive. You found balance on your elbows, watching his face expression.

“You teased me forever, that’s expected.”

“Oh, come on, you could’ve just said ‘baby, there’s something about you riding me, that made me lose myself completely, I thought I’ll go crazy if I won’t touch you’.” you furrowed your eyebrows. Jaebeom’s palm pulled your face closer to his.

“Baby, there’s something abo…” he began repeating what you told him with a slight smirk, before you slapped his shoulder.

“Back off.” you sighed, trying to get away from him to take a shower.

“You know I’m bad with words.” he hugged you from the back, pulling your back to rest against his chest. You laid back, resting your head on his shoulder. Jaebeom kissed your cheek, playing with your fingers. “I can write you a song to tell you everything.” he mumbled gifting another kiss to your jaw.

“You know when you need it, you’re doing perfectly fine with expressing yourself.” you made your hands intertwine.

“You know that this goes right back at you, but just because you did so much I won’t fight with you about it.” you made a cute sad face expression and he sighed “Okay…it’s crazily sexy what you did, I didn’t think you’ll actually have the stamina to finish it off the way you began. But you did… and it really pissed me off when you teased me and I couldn’t just do it my way… but yeah, it all washed away when you made me cum. Nice for a change, would never let you do that regularly because you under me is just another type of pleasure.”

“Yeah, insufferable dom, I told you.” you bit down your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he let go of you and you took it as a chance to get up.

“I’m going to shower first!”

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my first got7 fic, I hope you liked it! please let me know 🥺

[salemwritesxx]

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     ⇴ male reader      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ request: pro hero crazy buff baku meeting y/n's cutesy femboy ex boyfriend? And he gets jealous / insecure bc they are so different

↣ rating: general audiences ↣ warnings: jealous bakugou, fluff, implied nsfw but nothing explicit, hickeys

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Hand in hand, you were strolling through Akihabara with Bakugou. The other hand holding two bags of merchandise you had bought – a successful hunt indeed. Katsuki, however, only had one small bag with a new video game he bought for you both to enjoy, so all in all the free day you two had was very relaxing and stress-free for once.

Until it all went down the drain…

“Babe, do you wanna get something to eat before we go back?”, you asked while already looking around. You knew an incredible restaurant that wasn’t too far away from your current location.

“No, [Your.name]! Did you forget already? We need to cook something with the chicken in our fridge before it gets bad.”, Bakugou playfully rolled his eyes while nudging you. To think he was ever having such a …domestic talk with someone. A year ago he would have laughed hysterically at the thought of living together with someone and managing a small household.

“Oh… right.”, you chuckled before you leaned in to smooch him, “Ain’t I lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who remembers these things.”

“Yeah, right. Keep sweet talking and I might even-“

“YOOOO [YOUR.NAME]!”, someone yelled, interrupting your intimate moment, hence Katsuki shooting him a death glare, however…

“Oh! Akitoshi, hey.”, you greeted the significantly smaller male as well.

“It’s been a hot minute. How you doin’?”, he grinned, then looked at Katsuki, “I see, already slipping into the next pair of panties, huh?”

This little bastard- Though Bakugou’s string of thought was cut when you just awkwardly laughed and hugged his muscular body closer to your side.

“Akitoshi, this is Bakugou Katsuki, my boyfriend, so be nice, okay?”, then you turned to Katsuki who was scowling, “Babe, this is my ex, Ninomiya Akitoshi. We mutually agreed to separate so there weren’t any harsh feelings, he’s a good guy.”

“Nice to meet you, bro!”, Aki tried to break the ice by going in for a fist bump, but Bakugou was not having it as he just kept staring at him.

“Hey…”

While you were talking to your ex for a few moments, Katsuki couldn’t help but start eyeing him up and down. He was small, skinny, feminine looking and kind of dainty. Everything he wasn’t. To be quite honest, Bakugou was the complete opposite. He was as tall as you, very buff and well-trained and suits wanted to cry when he would try them on because of his sheer build he acquired due to being a pro-hero for many years now. And seeing how your type was, very obviously, something very different before you met him… Bakugou was suddenly a little insecure and he hated feeling that way.

“Okay, well, Aki, it was nice meeting you, but we need to go now and catch a train.”

“Same, dude, same. Glad you’ve found someone you like, you look happy, man.”, he said with a small smile as he looked at you and Katsuki, who was still just grunting and holding extra tight onto you.

And with that, you and your boyfriend finally walked back to the train station.

.

Once you were at home though, you watched as he flopped onto the couch, hence you asked, “Okay, what is going on? Ever since meeting Aki you’ve been quiet.”

“What? No! He’s…”, he paused, then tried to fake a smile, “really… lovely. A nice guy.”

“Babe… I love you but holy fuck you can’t lie.”, then you sat down beside him.

“Hey, talk to me. Did he do something? I know the slipping into panties thing was weird, but-“

“That’s not it, [Your.name].”, Katsuki sighed and crossed his arms.

“Then what is it?”

A long pause followed where you just looked at him and Bakugou stared at the desk in front of him with your and his bags on. Only for him to finally open his mouth after a few moments of silence.

“I look nothing like him.”

“… And that is a problem… why?”, you were visibly confused.

“I mean, fuck he is… he’s a fucking femboy. I just- I am NOTHING like him. Your type is a skinny little dainty femboy and I am literally the complete opposite, so like- Why the fuck do you even like me?”, Katsuki finally blurted out, gesturing with his arms wildly before he flopped back onto the couch.

You, on the other hand, just stared at him for a moment in disbelief.

“That… That is what it’s about? Really?”

“Yeah… You probably could swing him around like a toothpick while I am… well I am heavy.”

“Babe, please. I love you, just the way you are. Just because Aki was one type of guy, doesn’t mean I can’t find another type of guy attractive as well, you know?”, reaching out, you took his hand in yours.

Drawing circles on the back of it, you then slowly progressed to touching his face and softly turning his head so he would look at you eventually.

“Hey…. I love you. I love that you could snap me in half at any possible second.”, thankfully, Katsuki snorted and mumbled an “Idiot.” yet he didn’t break eye contact as his hand slowly wandered down to play with your t-shirt.

“I love you too, [Your.name]… Thank you. I don’t know what happened to me, I guess seeing your ex just fucked with my brain for a second there.”, he then said before leaning in for a kiss that you happily returned.

“Hmh, it’s okay… I know you’re very different from everyone else I’ve dated before, physique and personality vise, but… I am also the most happiest when I’m with you.”, you gently played with his hand while smooching him over and over again.

“So I am better than anyone else, hm?”, Bakugou grinned instantly while being pushed back into the couch willingly, his big, heavy body pressed against your own.

“Hmm absolutely.”, you purred back.

Your hands were already busy slipping underneath his t-shirt as your lips pressed hot kisses onto his sensitive neck, earning his little groan that made your heart jump. Even though Bakugou probably wouldn’t believe you if you said it out loud, but… he certainly was very cute, even if he wasn’t dainty or small.

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A very delicious smell softly shook him awake, ruby eyes fluttering open as he looked around for a moment. Sitting back up, Katsuki inevitably had to smile a little when he saw the blanket you put over his naked body, realizing once more how stupid it was to get jealous.

“Babe?”, naked as he was, he walked into the kitchen where the scent was coming from.

“Hey, Kat.”, you turned around a bit, though was it already too late when arms snuck around your hips and you felt a weight on your shoulder.

“Hey… The chicken?”

“The chicken.”, you chuckled and softly nudged his head with your own.

“If you hurry, you can still take a shower before we can eat.”

“Hm… sounds good.”, Katsuki whispered.

However, before he could walk away completely, he turned around once more, catching you off guard a little when he was back to hugging you from behind.

“Also… thanks.”, he only mumbled with red cheeks, before he nudged your head to the side to connect your lips.

“Hmmm…”, you purred while returning his kisses happily.

“Always. Now go.”, with a giggle, you playfully smacked his naked butt when he finally turned around and walked away.

And as Bakugou stood in front of the big bathroom mirror, he couldn’t help but blush even more intensely. His muscular body was visibly covered in hickeys, making him facepalm and sigh. Though… he also couldn’t suppress hat little grin that formed on his lips.

Really… getting jealous was so stupid.

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⇻ salem.talks: once more thanks for the request! I really really like buff baku, knowing he could very well snap me in half while still whimpering like a lost puppy and letting himself go during sexy time makes it all the better!

[hoe-doroki]

On the Job pt. 2

minors do not interact

warnings: 18+, fuck or die sex pollen (which means there are noncon/dubcon elements), reader is a sex worker, masturbation, face fucking, temperature play, (light) pain play, biting

pairing: todoroki x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

summary: Super human society has a secret. Aphrodisiac quirks aren’t just the things of porn and fantasy–they’re actually quite common and too often fall into the wrong hands. Heroes, of course, do the best that they can, but when they get hit, they must be taken off the line of duty and someone needs to be able to activate the quirk’s release condition. If they’re single, who might that someone be? Obviously, you.

a/n: Half of me didn’t actually think that I would follow up part one, but I feel a heavy obligation towards my fanfic promises so...this is a weight off my shoulders, lol.

edit: I no longer write x reader but here’s my old masterlist - mobile | desktop

You’d gotten the call early today.

Not early in the day—truth be told, you’d hardly known what time it was before picking up the phone. No, you got the call early. As in not last minute. The call saying that your client would have to be transported to the agency from on site and they could tell you the details in the meantime.

The call saying you’d better drive to the agency, because you had to service a hero in an hour.

Now, patience wasn’t usually your virtue of choice—actually you didn’t often tend towards virtues in general. Save perhaps for kindness, which you preferred to deal out on your knees or your back, augmented by praise and the generosity of offering all three of your holes for your clients’ needs. But you were happy to cultivate it today, because an early call meant one thing.

You knew who was coming today.

Your pants were already off and you shirt was pushed up over your breasts as you leisurely played with yourself. You’d licked the tips of your fingers and gotten them started with slow passes over your clit, the other hand pinching your nipple, just a little too hard in prep for a hero who’d probably give it to you rough.

Maybe your reaction wasn’t right. Maybe it wasn’t kind of you to be so relaxed—relaxed and eager, actually—over the news that it was possible that Pro Hero Shouto would die. That he’d been hit with the particularly high stakes brand of aphrodisiac quirk and that if you didn’t trigger the release condition—that was: hot and heavy sex—his heart may very well stop or whatever happened on the other side of these troublesome quirks.

You wouldn’t know. After all, you hadn’t lost a single client yet.

So perhaps that was cold of you. Perhaps it would be more virtuous for you to be worried about him, fretting on the other side of the door with the guards over his ETA.

Then again, as stated: you’d never been one for virtue. Sin was much more fun. And surely it was better to make sure that whenever Shouto did show up, you had a wet pussy that he could waste none of his precious time sinking his cock into.

You groaned at the thought, dipping two fingers from your clit into your cunt and scissoring them. Your head lolled back against the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as you pressed against that front wall the flats of your fingertips, feeling that soppy wetness covering you and beginning to drip down your knuckles.

Yeah, you were ready for him.

In fact, you’d been waiting for Shouto longer than just today. After nabbing the number two pro hero, Dynamight, a few months back, you’d gone ahead and debased yourself  further—how much further was there to go, though, really?—by creating a list of your dream clients. You’d written Dynamight just to check him off, the memory of him cumming in you raw and licking you clean still hot between your thighs.

Your near encyclopedic knowledge of heroes—naturally, you took a healthy interest in your job—had then led you to daydream about Dynamight’s whole hero cohort. You added Red Riot to the list, dreaming of his abs, imagining riding them, teasing sweet whines out of him before backing up and dropping yourself on his cock. You thought of Deku, what it would mean for your ego to nab the number one hero, the flash of jealousy that would rise on his face when you let it slip that you’d already fucked his biggest rival, fucked his goddamn brains out and yours to boot.

Of course, you couldn’t do that. NDAs, after all. You’d already signed away your rights to mentioning anything about what happened to or with Shouto today. Still, you could dream.

Then, of course, your thinking had truly devolved, and you’d thought about the boys being paired up, fighting a villain with an unknown quirk only to be hit by the ever common, ever unknown—thanks to you and your prudence; oops, there was another virtue—aphrodisiac quirk and having to take care of both of them. Spit-roassting, Eiffel Tower, a goddamn daisy chain—anything. Long story short, you’d ended up cumming twice more on your hands before the evening was done.

But also on that list, was Shouto Todoroki.

Who, if you weren’t mistaken, was now on the other side of the door.

After all, these walls weren’t soundproof. It provided quite the show for the lucky guards on the other side, but hey, if you needed to scream for help, they had to be there. By the same coin, you could hear the shuffling on the other side, the footsteps approaching, and the telltale sound of the lock on the door being activated. You pressed your legs together, resting them to the side, hiding your glistening pussy artfully with your legs for the sake of modesty. Everyone knew what was happening here, but you didn’t need to send Shouto’s poor handler back blushing to their colleagues.

Shouto was ushered into the room and, without eye contact, someone yelled to you, “Ready, ma’am?”

“Ready!” you called back, and the door was closed, leaving you alone with the number three hero.

Without modesty, your legs fell open, revealing the mess you’d already made of yourself to Shouto. You dipped the fingers you’d been using into your mouth, and cleaned them dutifully. After all Shouto was still wearing his costume, and you did so hate the agency having to send those to the cleaners with your fluids all over them.

“Hey, bud,” you purred, running a hand slowly up one thigh. “I heard you have a problem.”

Pro Hero Shouto was known for his stoic personality. News conferences and interviews he participated in always consisted of a slow, even tone, and little beyond cold facts. There was something pleasantly mysterious about that, sure, but it didn’t exactly hint that he’d be quick to jump into bed. Sexy voice, though.

But whatever quirk he’d been hit with must have been strong, because the next thing you knew, the index finger from his left hand was tracing down the front of his uniform, cleanly burning a line straight to his already tented crotch. His accessories had already been taken off—his belt, gloves, shoes, even the clasp at his neck had been undone earlier. So there was nothing in his way as he pulled either side of his scorched uniform to the side and off his arms as he approached the bed.

“All business, huh?” you asked, pushing yourself up off your pillows by your forearms, watching as Shouto climbed onto the bed on his knees, finally pulling his jumpsuit down past his crotch.

You’d taken a bet with yourself on the color of his pubes—it’s not like you’d be losing either way if you got to see them. They turned out to be dual-colored, but not the stark red and white of his hair. No, they were more neutral in tone, like yours. Unlike yours, they were nested above a heavy cock, already shining with precum—or actual cum, you didn’t know—at the head.

Shouto didn’t reply to your comment, and you weren’t surprised. Some people went totally nonverbal when hit by sex pollen quirks, and that was fine. You’d rather someone button their lip than ruin the mood by saying something off, after all. All business was fine by you—this was your job, after all. And no matter the size of his mouth, his cock was just fucking right.

You naturally lowered your legs as Shouto began kneeing over you, cock in hand. Your brain only just managed to catch up to what was going on when his legs stopped on either side of your ribs, his leaking cockhead crossing your eyes before you. Automatically, your jaw dropped open, and Shouto’s cock smeared pre against your cheek and the corner of your mouth before sinking deep into your mouth, drawing a first obscene moan out of him.

A humming moan fell out of you too, barely able to take in the taste of Shouto’s cock before it was pressing against the back of your throat, springing tears to your eyes automatically. Something about aphrodisiac quirks so often seemed to play with the taste of these heroes’ cum. No longer was it bitter, but just heady, salty, and more pleasant than it should have been as it coated your tongue and throat. You adored it, and purposefully relaxed your muscles so that you could take more of him in.

Shouto didn’t hold back. With barely half a breath in your lungs, Shouto was thrusting deep in the back of your throat so that your spit dripped from your mouth and smacked wetly between his balls and your chin. You blinked tears out of your eyes and looked up at him to find blown pupils staring back at you, gaze hot and pointed.

There was light behind those eyes. Whatever Shouto was right now, it wasn’t unthinking, not pure instinct. No, the way he was fucking your throat, the way his eyes had you pinned—it was intentional.

Abruptly, Shouto pulled out, a think strand of spit snapping from his dick, cold on your tongue as you panted from the rough treatment. You held your mouth open, expecting him to shove back in once you’d caught your breath, but Shouto seemed to have other plans. He moved down your body, soaked cock again in his palm, and his eyes now set on your pussy. You reached for one of the condoms you’d set out next to you, and held it in front of him.

“Hate to sound like an after-school special, but no glove…”

Shouto paused, eyeing you for just a moment before taking the square and making quick work of it, rolling it over himself.

Then, abruptly, he put a hand on your cheek, drawing your eyes back up to his. “Thank you for your hard work. It does not go unappreciated.”

“What the—”

You were left agog at his statement, wholly unprepared as he swiftly took each of your thighs in one hand, spread them, and plunged in you to the hilt. You gasped high in your chest, your throat still tender from being rawed by Shouto’s dick. He leaned over you, sighing with a relief that doubled then halved the size of his chest. His forehead touched yours in a strange moment of intimacy, and, for a moment, you wondered if that was it. Was that all the release condition took? Penetration? Or had he cum and you just hadn’t noticed?

Were you going to be left to tend to yourself with the bullet vibrator in your glove compartment yet again?

Then Shouto leaned back, looked at you again with those sharp eyes, and began smacking into you with abandon.

“Fuck,” you let out as Shouto’s balls, still wet with your spit, left their mark on your ass with every deep thrust he gave you.

Shouto manhandled your thighs, grabbing them firmly in each hand as he reared back fully on his knees again, taking the lower half of your body with him. You reflexively braced with your arms, and soon they were the only part of you still in contact with the bed, along with your upper back and head still resting on the comfortable stack of pillows.

As was often the case, you’d lost control of the situation. You could barely match Shouto’s thrusts on your own as he repeatedly used his upper body strength to bring you to him, and his lower body strength to send his hips right back in return. If you tried to reach him, your fingertips would barely brush his thighs, much less any other part of him. You were totally at his mercy.

You couldn’t help but eyeball his broad biceps, flexed by holding up the weight of most of your body. And aside from the sweat dripping from his forehead—probably quirk-induced—he was showing little to no strain.

He hadn’t always had muscles like this, you were sure. You couldn’t help but remember pundits sounding off on Shouto’s overreliance on his quirk over physical strength, or the difference between his body and the massive tank that was his father, Endeavor. They’d shown clips of his body—handsome, always handsome—but either Shouto had done a lot of bulking in the last few years or those newscasters had been particularly unkind. Likely both. Because now, drops of sweat were trickling from his body in rivulets; there were no straight paths to go down. A bulging muscle here to dip around, the crease from a flexed ab there to pool in. You were hypnotized by his form, even the thighs straining under the part of his uniform that he hadn’t bothered to burn off.

Your mind was so enraptured by thoughts of Shouto’s body that the sensations happening to yours crept up on you. All at once, you realized that your thighs were burning. Actually, one was burning, and the other was freezing cold, both just under his palms and branching up the fingers currently painting five bruises into each muscle.

A gasp flew out of your mouth and your eyes rolled back as your thighs suddenly began quaking unbidden. Shouto looked down at you, his expression easy save for those passionate eyes, little huffs escaping his slack jaw. “Too much?” he asked.

Your head shook side to side, a vehement no as Shouto dug his fingers even deeper into your flesh, bringing dull throbs of pain so close to where every thrust brought about sharp flashes of pleasure. It felt like a betrayal when he just then loosened his grip to slide his hands up to your knees and hook them over his shoulder. Then those hands, right at the brink of freezing and searing pressed into the meat of your ass as he brought your hips to his with redoubled force.

That first new thrust sent Shouto’s head turning to the side, digging a painful bite into the fleshy part of your calf, making you cry out. A moment later, he let go, his tongue passing over the teeth marks like a salve over a wound.

All the dueling sensations had you close. You’d been teasing yourself for so long before Shouto had even shown up and now he was fucking into you like…well, like his life depended on it.

God, was it wrong to love fuck or die quirks?

You were quick to take a hand and put it back on your aching clit, despite the strain it put on your neck and upper back to lose one arm of support. Part of a good fucking was being folded like a pretzel, and you’d just book a massage appointment tomorrow to deal with it. Surely saving the life of the number three hero was worth a reward.

Shouto’s eyes honed in on your fingers moving rapidly over your clit, and you bet he could feel the twitches of your cunt approaching climax. A hand left your ass and went behind his head to pat your ankles. “Cross them,” he instructed.

Obediently, you crossed your ankles, making your position a bit sturdier as Shouto continued to drive you back onto him with one hand. Then that second hand went to yours, brushing it away with the backs of his knuckles. A surprisingly gentle gesture for the man who was kneading bruises into your ass and biting your leg. Then, with his thumb, he painted one slow, hard, blazing stripe up your clit, and you came instantly.

“Fuck!” you shouted as your back arched in midair, the crown of your head digging into the pillows as your neatly crossed ankles came undone, your thighs shaking and falling from Shouto’s grip. His cock slid out of you as your lower half bounced once on the bed. Before the springs could vault you back, Shouto was on top of you, pressing himself back in your still convulsing cunt.

His thrusts were long, desperate as he breathed into your neck. He mouthed the base of your neck with light bites and suckles—never quite kissing. Your thighs came back up around his hips and his left hand went back to squeezing your thigh. Meanwhile, the right came between your thighs, surprising you as two fingers began prodding at your entrance.

Almost immediately, you could feel the heat of the stretch. Or rather, you would have felt the heat of the stretch, had his fingers not been ice cold against you. You cried out as he curled his fingers forward while his cock kept thrusting straight through you, the hot and cold contrast nearly too much. You wondered how much more intense it would feel if Shouto were unbound by the condom, and you able to bear its full heat.

“Please,” you whimpered as your orgasm began to rise again, too quickly, nearly as sudden as the first one had been, but without all the build up. This one felt like it was going to tear out of you.

Just then, the nips that Shouto had been teasing over your neck went away, and he planted one more good bite on your shoulder as his thrusts became insistent, the fingers petting inside you matched with a cold thumb over your clit. And neither of you could hold on a moment longer.

Shouto groaned low and bone deep in your ear while your voice, still raspy from early, keened in his. Your thighs went tight around his waist and his hand was trapped between you as you both rode out your highs. It took a full minute for your muscles to unwind, and your feet to fall flat to the bed. At that point, Shouto pulled out and rolled over next to you, both of you panting as the sweat dried on your skin.

Shouto pulled the condom off of himself and found a trashcan to toss it into before falling flat on his back again. After a few moments of nothing but heavy breathing, he opened his mouth. “Thank you for your professionalism.”

You snorted. “You’re welcome,” you managed, keeping your laughter at bay. “That’s not what people usually thank me for.”

“Thank you for saving my life?” Shouto tried again, his gaze shifting over to you.

His eyes were still bright, but his gaze less sharp, obscured by dual-colored bangs falling over it. Suddenly, Shouto looked a great deal more innocent than the man who’d been fucking the life out of you just minutes ago. Perhaps an effect of the quirk wearing off, perhaps the effect of unfettered pleasure meeting relief.

“More common, yes,” you replied, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“You’re very good at what you do,” Shouto said, his eyes going to the spot where he’d bitten your shoulder. He circled it with one finger, brows furrowing. “You’re like a hero.”

“Hah,” you returned, looking up at the ceiling. You weren’t going to let this be the moment in your career that made you blush. “Vixen, the orgasm hero. I don’t think it would meet the commission’s guidelines.”

“Perhaps not,” Shouto said, sitting up and pulling up what remained of his costume, frowning at the spot where he’d torn it. You supposed you needn’t have worried about this costume going to the cleaners; the support team would likely toss it and make a replacement.

“There are clothes you can change into in the closet,” you said, pointing to the near invisible door in the back wall.

Shouto waved you away as he stood up. “This will be fine to make it to the locker room with.”

“Suit yourself,” you said as you pushed yourself up, trying to remember where you’d thrown your leggings before you’d started jerking of, grunting as your spine cracked.

Shouto plucked the leggings from near the foot of the bed and tossed them to you before heading towards the door. With his hand on the knob, he turned back and made eye contact with you one last time, the ghost of a smile you’d never seen before on his lips. “Thanks again…Vixen.”

As he closed the door, you could only blame your own impropriety, that utter lack of virtue that you first thought was:

Number two pro hero, Shouto: check.

[cynettic]

Hey so I just read the Laser Tag AU and maaaan, now I really want to play Splatoon smh aksksjjdjs

Anywayyy my point is: may I request more hcs but with the other boyos (Childe, Albedo, Bennett, Razor, Chongyun, Xingqiu and maybe Aether if you do him too xD)

Laser Tag ( genshin x reader )

Summary - Genshin characters playing laser tag with you their s/o.

Pairings - Reader x Childe/Bennett/Razor/Chongyun/Albedo/Scaramouche

Warnings - Mention of guns and shooting.

A/N - Added in Scaramouche- But I couldn’t think of anything for Xingqiu. I can surprisingly see the majority of the Genshin boys being good at wielding guns, even though they’d probably suck lol

Laser Tag

Childe

Childe is a beast.

Whether it’s in the terrain of his battlefield, or the streets of Liyue playing laser tag, Childe plays to win. He’s always been the competitive type, enjoying the thrill of battle, or in this case, laser tag.

He loves the game.

And of course, you just have to end up on the opposite team as him.

This game is the perfect setup for an enemies to lovers kind of vibe btw. With him shooting at your comrades and eliminating them from left to right, and you doing the same for his team. Very few people stand against him in this game, and his accuracy and sense of battle.

The two of you will spend the entirety of the game playing cat and mouse. Childe chasing after you while you simply escape his sights every time, taking down his teammates while you’re at it.

Childe isn’t as interested in winning, and once you prove to be worthy of a decent laser tag battle, he tries his best to force you to confront him.

Of course you on the other hand take his reckless behaviour to your advantage to turn the game in your favour and strike down his team. You know it’ll piss him off later when you win.

However, it Childe does manage to catch you…

The two of you will fight, that much is obvious. Dodging and attacking him, he will get very into it. Maybe a little too much, but you don’t give in, not until the very end.

Not until he’s on top of you, the two of you toppled over a bunch of hay that cushions your fall when he crashes into you. Not until he’s holding the plastic revolver against your temple, staring straight into your eyes with his signature smirk.

He might sneak a little kiss in there just to throw you off.

But in the end he will make sure he wins, or rather, he eliminates you. He doesn’t care if he doesn’t win the entirety of the game, taking you down was satisfactory enough, and he feels well accomplished and content after.

Would definitely rub it in your face.

If you brush it off as something you didn’t really try in, be prepared to be pinned against the wall and kissed until you admit that you were in fact, doing your best. And yes, he won fair and square.

Bennett

Omg this precious boy-

Bennett will try his hardest, stick by your side and shoot at any approaching target. Considering that the two of you are on the same team, he will promise to protect you.

With one problem.

No matter how well he aims, whether it is going to hit his target or not, the lazer disagrees. Rather, his terrible luck absolutely ruins it and somehow his lazer point ends up somewhere completely else.

“It changed its direction completely!”

Well… you never know, maybe it’s the gun that sends the lazers ray so far off, but considering it’s Bennett, you know it’s no coincidence.

So you end up protecting him.

Dragging him from place to place and shooting down your opponents, the two of you spend your time tripping over random large ass rocks ( with only Bennett’s terrible luck to blame ) and attacking opponents.

You make sure that Bennett is not shot, no matter what. And you give everyone else a terrible glare that basically screams that if they shoot him, they’ll face your wrath.

Nobody shoots Bennett.

By the end of the game, he’ll be grinning ear to ear. And even if he didn’t manage to eliminate anyone, he’ll boast about how his amazing dodging skills pulled him through the game. You’ll agree, lacing an arm around his shoulders and pulling him to the good Hunter to get a good meal.

Just to buy one though, the poor boy can’t cook for his life.

Razor

“Razor… very confused.”

The wolf boy has difficulty with the rules of the game, but the concept of pointing the gun at an opponent and shooting them with a lazer isn’t too hard to grasp.

You find out very quickly that Razor is actually pretty good with aim.

His hands don’t shake for one, and he is so adept to his surroundings that people struggle finding the source of their depleting health. Despite being overall confused at how to play, Razor easily becomes one of the main players taking opponents down.

As someone on his team, he makes sure to keep you by his side the entire time. He understands the elimination part, and he doesn’t want his lupical to get taken out, even if it’s a game.

He can be oddly affectionate at certain times, pushing your face against his chest as he takes out the remaining players in the field you both are in. He will carry you, and take no hesitation when pulling you out of the way, even if it’s a little too rough.

When the game ends, it might take a while to explain to the poor boy that your team won. And that it was a good thing.

Razor will begin to smile when he notices how content you are with it.

Chongyun

This man has the audacity to wield a gun while licking his ‘popsicle.’

Like goddamnit Chongyun, being good at shooting is already a flex, you don’t have to nibble at your popsicle while you’re at it.

You can’t really blame him though, it’s hot outside, and with the sun beaming down on the poor boy's head you know he can’t stand it. Especially with all the adrenaline and yells from opposing teams.

As someone on the same team as him, you take on the job of Chongyun’s personal popsicle restocker, and shooting anyone down once he gets tired. As good as the boy is at shooting, he sucks at keeping himself unknown to the other players.

So you take on the job to make sure they don’t shoot him down.

The two of you are a good team, and if it gets too hot, Chongyun might even let you have one of his popsicles. Of course you don’t have his talent of being able to shoot while having a popsicle in your mouth-

Your team will end up losing though, and even though Chongyun isn’t bothered, he will be slightly worried if you care. The two of you were obviously trying your best, and as long as you both had fun that’s all that matters to him.

But if it really bothers you that much…

He knows you feel comforted by physical contact, so he’ll hold your hand and offer a comforting smile. Tell you that you played well, and that he had fun.

That cheers you up right away.

Kiss him on the cheek please, even though he will flinch at the contact, his cheeks are flushed red and he won’t admit it. But he likes it.

Albedo

Why is it so easy to picture Albedo as a hot sexy stoic mafioso wielding a gun?

Anyways, Albedo is terribly good at wielding a gun. So good at that he only holds the plastic revolver with one hand, never missing a shot as he walks down the streets of Monstadt.

He knows the area well, so good luck trying to sneak up on him. The way his eyes so carelessly sweep the buildings, it hardly looks like he’s trying. Eliminating players with his lasers as he mindlessly strides past the fountain.

Of course, you’re against him.

Albedo isn’t really motivated to play, he’d rather be in his lab experimenting or recording down his discoveries. But he was dragged into this mess, he might as well play his part and support his team.

Albedo won’t hesitate to shoot at you and take you down.

As much as you may be important to you, he plays this game fair and square. He will take you down, or rather, he will try, because you get creative :)

He knows Monstadt well, but he can’t possibly keep his eye on all angles around him. So you’ll aim for his blind spots, throw yourself at him and tackle him to the ground. Simply eliminating him isnt satisfying enough, you need more.

So you turn this into a little game to fluster him.

Tackle him and pin him down, watch him scramble for the gun and then give him a peck on the lips. Watch as his grip loosens, and one of his hands instinctively come to nestle against your hair to pull you closer, and then you pull away.

Watching his idle confusement turn into a light blush on his cheeks is just too good, and how he grows even redder when you start laughing is even better.

Of course his team wins, not that he cares.

The minute the game ends he’s back in his office, conducting experiments. You can go interrupt him though, sneak into his office and press a kiss against his neck. He doesn’t often react or do much to it, but after your linger kiss at the game, he will pull you close and sit you on his lap. Have a proper make out session after you left him hanging with that peck earlier ;)

Scaramouche

This little man is ‘terrifying’.

It’s scary enough that whether you’re against him or on the same team as him, you keep your distance.

“Are you avoiding me Y/n?”

You play on the same team, and even if he’s your boyfriend, you know better than to stay too close when it comes to battle. He shows his cruelty, and you really weren’t looking forward to be put in the middle of that.

‘Unfortunately you didn’t have a choice-‘

Scaramouche will literally drag you, a hand looped around your waist to tug you to his side and take you along with him as he takes down opponents after opponents. He doesn’t ask for your praise, but you still give him it knowing he appreciates it. Mentally.

When he’s tired or bored, he will lean his head on your shoulder, wait there for a bit before jumping back up and shooting a random straggler on the sides. Heavens knows how the boy knows he was there, it’s like he has some sixth sense.

We don’t even want to get into his accuracy and precision, Scaramouche is born a mafioso.

At the end when your team wins, no surprise, give him a hug. Tell him he did well and even if he tries to push away, hold him tight. Even though he could easily pull your arms away if he wanted to, he’ll just pretend to give a little struggle and then give in to your warmth.