#hes finally not wearing a tank and oversized sweats

[teddybearsims]

if I saw them in the street id turn the other way

[okwonyo]

﹙ ✉️ ﹚ ──MIDAS TOUCH. in which 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇'𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽.

엔하이픈 성훈 ⠀ ノ⠀ female reader 11OO non-idol au fluff established relationship ⠀⎯⠀⠀ not proof-read skinship making out⠀， recueil . . .

a/n. for @bywons’s on our love event and also to celebrate @cupidhoons & @sainns return ! 😚 for @atrirose because that picture showed a side of her i never saw ... read until the end i swear it’s worth it ^^

if you had to pick a favorite season, it would definitely be summer.

the sun shining bright as you wake up. the birds chirping heavenly at you window to welcome you in the morning. summer break starting. going shopping whenever you can, meeting your friends. finally stepping foot in the sand and greeting the sea after a long time being away from it. waiting for it during most of the year, there is just joy that fills your body when you can see the season peeking it’s nose — you already plan your summer’s hang outs at the end of spring.

it’s a perfect season, really. even the heat waves people tend to complain about are perfect. you always go through the most hot days of summer with a water bottle, your dear fan and the cold floor of your room you lay on during the whole day. curtains covering the window but not totally, you are almost in the dark for the entirety of your day— it’s not good for your eyes, your mom always scolds you, but you don’t care. during a weather like this, you barely do anything, anyway, if it’s not staring at the celling, though you can’t properly see it, and go to the kitchen when you need to.

this is the reason your back rest on the bare floor while you wear an oversized tee and a short right now.

today is the most hot day of the year and you doing fine, really fine even. the cold floor added to the fan hitting directly on your face prevent you from melting right then and there. you would be perfectly fine if your boyfriend didn’t erupt in your room without any sort of warnings. his tall and muscular frame appearing right in front of you, the light of the opened door he stands under showing off his biceps with his tank top perfectly, claiming that your parents let him in, before flopping right on top of you like he weighted nothing. which is far from the truth, those muscles made you let out a tiny ‘oof’ that he brushed off with a giggle.

the first ten minutes of it were fine. you fingers absentmindedly playing with his hair as his nose rested in the crook of your neck. barely any words were exchanged, too scared that your tongues would disappear into thin air if you even tried to talk. however, his weight added to the unbearable heat were threatening to be the end of you, and not in a good way.

“sunghoon,” you dare to speak, only to call your lover. he doesn’t respond entirely, only giving you a hum that vibrates on your skin. “get off of me.”

he lets out a groan. only moving to further put his nose in the crook of your neck, the tip of his nose seems to want to cut through your skin and makes a home for itself inside of your flesh. you can practically feel the sweat flooding all over your body. from your wet hair to your sticky body, the heat doesn’t spare you at all.

it is the same for sunghoon. his sweat is far from smelling bad, it reminds you of caramel and vanilla drowned in milk together. when your hands find his torso, with much difficulty, you can feel his white tank top being soaked against his pecs, can feel his muscles through the fabric, against your sweaty palms. the heat must be messing up with your brain, this feeling you feel in the pit of your stomach can’t be real. you stay still for a moment, his voice cuts through your trance like state.

“don’t be shy,” he whispers against your skin, his warmth breath sends you into a spiral. you can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks again, “you can go a little lower.”

the blush appearing all over your body must be ten times hotter than the weather out here, “w-what do you mea—” oh, his abs. you shut your mouth immediately. closing your eyes, biting your lower lip, you do everything to get yourself back on earth. this man is crashing your bones, making you melt with his body warmth and has the audacity to play with you. you push his chest, he barely budges, “get off of me.”

sunghoon stays still at your words. then, he licks his lower lips. the ghost of his tongue tickles your neck, you almost combust on the spot. another silence fills the room for a moment, only the sound of the electric fourniture sending you cold air reaches your ears. after a while, you simply accept your fate, but you swear if the summer heat wasn’t taking half of your energy, the man on top of you would already be sent flying through the window by now.

you sign, freeing your hands from between sunghoon’s chest and yours, “i’m so hot.”

these three words seem to be the only ones you needed to say for your boyfriend to finally get off of you. you can’t see him well, but the light escaping through the slightly opened curtains lets you see his face being colored by a red taint a little in the dark. he pins each of his palms next to a side of your head. he towers over you as you look at him, his wet hair hangs right above you, his breath is heavy, his face is sweaty.

still, he grins while he looks directly at you, “yes, you are.”

you want to say something back, anything. alas, your body heat gets ridiculously higher and your throat is too sore to spit out any sort of sound. the look in his gaze weights on your lips, you can’t really see is eyes properly, but you can feel lust, desire in them. a droplet of sweat lands on your cheek, you would have cringed normally, but you don’t mind this time. you can’t focus on such meaningless things when sunghoon is looking at you like that. like his whole body is craving for you.

the warmth breath you felt on your neck a moment ago gets warmer and warmer on your mouth as he leans in. he falls onto you slowly, carefully, “s’hot,” he mumbles against your lips before capturing them.

a salty feeling fills your mouths when you kiss, the sweat on your lips is somehow sweet on both of your tongues. he is soon to be all over you again, his chest meets yours as he makes a total mess of your mouth. the way his mouth moves against yours makes you go crazy, you feel yourself getting weaker and weaker, gripping onto his wet hair for dear life. somehow, the room gets even hotter and the van is only here for the fun of it. his tongue slips inside of your mouth when he tilts his head to the side slightly, it feels like he is devouring you whole, sucking your soul like a sort of vampire. it’s the first time he kisses you like that, dizzying lovesick, you surely hope it’s not the last.

suddenly, his hand finds the one of yours who is free, his skin is so hot against yours. you don’t know if it’s the summer or, just, him. he pulls away from the kiss, because, right, you have to breathe. he puts your palm against his chest, on his beating heart, the pulse is so loud that you can feel it vibrating in your entire body. he goes back to kissing you before any words can leave your mouth. his hands guides yours lower as the kiss goes, you are way too busy going crazy on him tilting his head again to put his tongue in your mouth to realize that you are now touching his abs. he lets out a shuddered sigh as your fingertips presses against his soaked top, his abs well sculpted under it, your touch captivates him, his body aches for you.

you love summer and whatever it’s heat waves makes to sunghoon’s mind.

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[hurriane23456]

Switching It Up

As the halftime whistle blew, Carter and Leo exchanged excited glances from opposite ends of the court. Carter, dressed as "Thumper" the giant, orange rabbit, was bouncing around on the sidelines, the weight of the fluffy suit making each hop feel heavier as the game wore on. Leo, in the towering, muscular “Tank” bull costume, had been working the crowd into a frenzy, stomping and flexing, but the layers of padded muscles were starting to cling to him like a wet towel. They were drenched, overheated, but this moment—their switch—was something they both secretly loved.

“Switch time?” Carter shouted over the din of the crowd as they headed toward the locker room. His grin was hidden under the massive rabbit head, but Leo knew him well enough to see the excitement in his eyes.

“Hell yeah,” Leo called back, his own face completely soaked inside the bull helmet, but there was a gleam of mischief in his voice. They had done this switch plenty of times now, and it had become their own private thrill, a shared joke only they truly appreciated. Trading not just the costumes, but the hot, sticky, sweaty experience of each other's character.

Inside the locker room, Carter was already tugging at the zipper of his Thumper costume, eager to feel the cool air on his skin. The moment he peeled off the giant rabbit head, a rush of sweat-drenched hair stuck to his forehead, but he couldn’t care less. “Man, that crowd loved it today,” he said, chest heaving from the energy of the performance. He started unzipping the orange fur torso, which was practically glued to him at this point. The sweat-slick fabric made a squelching sound as he tugged it off, leaving him standing there in a soaked compression shirt and shorts. “Oh, this feels so gross,” he laughed, but his eyes sparkled with excitement.

Leo was equally drenched as he yanked off Tank’s bull head, revealing a flushed face and a broad grin. “You should smell what’s going on in here,” he joked, shaking his sweat-soaked hair free. His own costume had turned into a personal sauna, and as he peeled off the heavy padded chest piece, the cool air hitting his skin was pure bliss. “I swear I lost five pounds in this thing.”

But both of them knew that the switch wasn’t just about cooling off; it was about diving headfirst into the absurd, sweaty fun of wearing someone else’s performance. They loved the camaraderie of it, the sheer ridiculousness of stepping into each other's sweaty, oversized shoes—literally.

“Alright, give me that sweaty mess,” Carter teased as he reached for Leo’s undershirt. Leo peeled it off with a grin, the fabric clinging to his chest before finally slipping free. It was drenched, still warm from his body heat. Carter held it for a second, giving it a playful sniff. “Mmm, smells like victory.”

Leo laughed as he grabbed Carter’s equally soaked compression shirt. “You’re about to enjoy all the joys of Tank sweat, my friend.”

They switched, grinning as they tugged each other’s sweaty shirts over their heads. The shirts stuck to their damp skin instantly, but they both reveled in the weird sensation. It was part of the fun, part of the bizarre ritual they had created together. As Carter adjusted Leo’s sweat-slick shirt, he could feel the heat from his friend still clinging to it, and he loved the absurd intimacy of it. It was like stepping into someone else’s skin for a while, and somehow, it always made them laugh.

Next came the shorts. Carter held up Leo’s, which were heavy with sweat, the waistband practically dripping. “You really went all out today, huh?”

“Just wait till you feel the inside of those bull legs,” Leo said, handing over Thumper’s orange shorts, which were equally damp but lighter.

Once they were fully swapped out of their sweaty underclothes, it was time for the main event: switching the massive costumes. Carter hoisted Tank’s bull chest piece with a grunt, the damp foam padding immediately sticking to his skin as he pulled it over his shoulders. He could feel the weight of Leo’s performance in the costume—the sticky, sweaty effort of working the crowd. And he loved it. The heaviness, the lingering heat, even the smell—it was like wearing Leo’s energy, his vibe.

“Man, it’s like wearing a hug from a sauna,” Carter joked, flexing the oversized bull arms, the muscles making him feel powerful and ridiculous at the same time.

Leo laughed, pulling Thumper’s rabbit suit over his legs. The fur was matted and damp, but he loved the lightness of it compared to Tank’s bulk. Sliding into the floppy rabbit feet, he felt the lingering heat of Carter’s performance. “I don’t know how you stay so bouncy in this thing,” he said, already feeling the springy energy of Thumper’s character flowing through him.

Finally, they traded heads. Carter grabbed Tank’s bull helmet, still warm and damp from Leo’s breath, and slid it over his head. It fit perfectly, the padding snug against his face, the slight dampness making it feel alive. He could feel Leo’s essence in the suit, and it made him smile under the mask. “It’s like stepping into your world,” Carter said, his voice muffled through the mask.

Leo slipped Thumper’s rabbit head on, immediately engulfed in the warmth and dampness of Carter’s sweat. But instead of grimacing, he chuckled. “And here I thought you had it easy. This thing’s like a steam room!”

They stood there for a moment, adjusting to their new, sweaty realities. Despite the stickiness, despite the heat, they both relished the feeling of wearing the other’s hard work and effort, like a badge of honor.

“You ready to finish this off?” Carter asked, bouncing slightly in Tank’s heavy legs.

“Born ready,” Leo replied, flopping Thumper’s oversized ears with a playful shake of his head.

And with that, they ran back out to the court, sweaty but grinning, loving every second of their ridiculous, sticky switch. To the crowd, they were just two mascots having a blast, but for Carter and Leo, the sweaty swap was the best part of the game.

[bigshymen]

SAM SULEK X FEM READER WHO DOES PILATES

summary : sam, your boyfriend, is always out filming workout videos for his viewers and you begin to miss him. naturally, you drag him to a pilates class with you.

fit reader , oneshot , established relationship , suggestive topics , no smut

As a bodybuilding influencer, your boyfriend, Sam, was on top of it and as a result always going to events and busy filming things from his meals to his car rides and of course, getting his pump on at the gym. And as much as you’d like to get on top of him, that doesn’t last very long. While you’re proud of his success, you missed your oversized-care bear dearly.

This gave you the idea to surprise him by dragging him to a pilates class - something you’d been doing for years that you knew he’d never tried. It didn’t bother you that he had no interest in it, but what did was his underestimation of pilates. That was going to change today.

“Hurry up Sam! Don’t make us late.” You whinned, practically hauling him out the door as he grumbled unenthusiastically about not wanting to pay more for essentially “bending and stretching.”

The sight of someone as tiny as you pulling a giant like him inside the studio, and succeeding, was a comical display for the women already present in class, earning a few whispers. His massive frame towered over the pilates enthusiasts who were petite in comparison.

Sam reluctantly followed you hand-in-hand and as you two settled onto your respective mats, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of him slightly looking out of place admist the sea of colorful Alo bottoms and tank tops.

“Good evening everyone!” The instructor chirped before introducing herself to any newcomers as Alexis. She began to lead the class through a series of movements, explaining each one with precision in a soothing voice. You glanced over at Sam, who was already struggling to keep up with the intricate poses.

Despite his strength and overwhelming size, the graceful movements of pilates proved to be quite challenging for him. You tried to stifle your laughter as he wobbled during the balance exercises and grunted loudly through the core strengthening sequences, earning side looks from the women on neighboring mats.

But Sam was determined to prove you wrong, pushing himself to keep pace with the rest of the class. Sweat dripped down his brow as he tried to retain focus on Alexis’s instructions, his muscles trembling with exertion.

As the class progressed you couldn’t help but feel pride watching Sam be bested. He may have been a powerhouse in the gym, but pilates was a whole different ballgame - one that required flexibility and control rather than sheer brute strength.

Though you had to admit, you enjoyed seeing him like this a lot more then you probably should. Sam in motion is… distracting. You stopped pretending to pose and your eyes linger to his curly locks, wet with sweat and cradling his pink face. It’s a rare occurrence when you see his hair without the cap obscuring it. Simplified, his face can best be described as masculine. But not the overbearing hypermasculinity bodybuilders often seem to have.

Sam’s profile is delightfully male. Despite his skin being almost completely littered with acne scars and wearing a seemingly permanent flushed-color, there’s no denying he’s handsome, facial wise. The shorts he wore were always obscenely short and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the ladies around the two of you. You hoped they weren’t having any ideas, unless they fancied one inchers.

After what seemed like eternity of stretching and contorting, at least for Sam, the class came to a close. He flopped onto his mat with a dramatic sigh, the sound startling you and a few of the women but he seemed too tired to be embarrassed.

“That was tough,” He finally admitted after he gave up on sitting upright, panting deeply as his muscles throughly protest. The sheepish grin spreading across his face betrayed his body language.

You felt a smile forming on your own lips. Leaning over to give him a kiss on his scarlet cheek, you linger for a moment. It’s accompanied with a gentle pat against his solid chest. “You did great, hun. I’m happy you joined me.”

One of the young women peering discreetly from the left side of the room cringed.

[wonnieluv]

IKEA date

masterlist

Building IKEA furniture with enha hyung line

Heeseung

You needed a new shelf because of your growing album collection so when you asked Heeseung to go with you to IKEA. At first he probably said no because you caught him in the middle of a gaming session but when you mentioned you’d need help carrying the boxes he was getting his shoes on so fast.

Once you guys arrive home with your new shelf he’s prepared to go back to his games but you stopped him so fast. Of course you could most definitely build the shelf yourself but it would go so much quicker with help so after some minor begging (with kisses) and a promise to fund his ramen for the next 2 weeks, he finally folded.

He was surprisingly more helpful than you thought and the shelf gets finished in no time. Now you didn’t tell him what the shelf was for so you told him to go back to his games while you decorated. Let’s just say he was obsessed with the result

Jay

I feel like you’d mention wanting a new desk but you’ve just been too busy to actually go out a buy one and build it so one day you’ll just come home from work to see Jay wearing a tank top and sweats halfway through building the frame for your new desk.

After gawking at his exposed arms you finally move towards him.

“Oh! Darling you’re home? I was almost done with your desk.” He’d say with the sweetest smile.

After washing up for the day and putting on one of Jays comfy hoodies, you move to the living room to go help him but of course he’d refuse and make sure his princess doesn’t lift a finger so he gives you the assignment of putting something entertaining on the TV

Once he’s finished with the desk, instead of moving it into the room, he just leaves it standing in the living room and goes to snuggle up with you on the couch as you finish the most recent rom-com you two have been meaning to watch

Jake

The two of you have built a number of Lego sets together so when you brought up the thought of building a new coffee table for your apartment it didn’t take much convincing for Jake to agree to help you build it.

Now this convincing included you basically calling it an oversized Lego project so of course he was on board. When he realized that this Lego set required screwdrivers and hammers, he was a little less on board, but he still helped nonetheless because he wasn’t gonna let his baby do it alone.

He convinces you that doing this in one sitting wouldn’t be a good idea and that you guys should take a break after an hour. You disagreed however because it was relatively simple but Jake had ways of convincing. After an hour he went and sat behind you and basically clung to you like a Koala asking for cuddles. You know Jake, he’s just too attractive to say no to so you eventually ended up wrapped in his arms on the couch for 30 minutes.

Luckily most of the table was done before the break and you were able to complete it rather fast. You were able to swiftly finish the table before crawling back into Jake’s arms on the couch.

Sunghoon

You didn’t want to take too much time away from your boyfriend’s day off since he’s been so busy with his schedules these days. You knew you needed (wanted) a new wardrobe so you decided to go buy one from IKEA. Once you got the boxes hauled into your living room though, you realized you did not have the drive to sit and build it yet. So that’s how you spent your Saturday, lounging on the couch with unopened IKEA boxes sat in front of you.

What you weren’t expecting was a late evening visit from your boyfriend with takeout and ice cream.

“Hoon what are you doing here?” You greet him with a hug. It’s not that you don’t want him here you’re just surprised. “I’ve just been missing you.” He replies as he tightly returns your embrace.

After you two settle on the couch and finish your takeout he finally decides to ask about the boxes.

After explaining he decides to get you to start building the wardrobe. I feel like Sunghoon would be unexpectedly handy and he’d be super helpful. When your hands get tired he’ll take over and honestly the whole thing would get built pretty quickly.

Your favorite part tho would of course see your buff boyfriends exposed arms flex as you guys work to get the wardrobe down the hall to your bedroom

[leonsthunderthighs]

Kisses in the Kitchen

Bro needs a break, so I'm gonna write about it

☆Vendetta Leon era :)

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You and Leon layed peacefully in the heavy duvet covers and several pillows. You wore a deep blue tank top and simple black underwear around your waist, as the tired man slept in dark heather gray sweats. He layed on his stomach, his darkened blonde hair was sprawled across his pillow as his back muscles shifted slightly with each quiet breath against the pillow. The night was quiet and still, the air was cold yet a thick blanket of fog roamed around the area.

Leon began to shift in the covers, the sheets grew warmer and his body began to heat up. His throat became dry with a heavy sigh, half of him just wanted to stay and hopefully he would fall back asleep, but the more he stayed the worse he felt. Finally he pried his heavy eyelids open meeting your peaceful state. A sweet grin took over his lips, loving the way your gorgeous features hold such a gentle expression. His hand gently moved a strand of your hair and planted a kiss just as soft before stepping off the bed.

He wanders to the kitchen, the only light emulating from the windows and the now open fridge. He squinted at the sharp light and searched for a cold bottle of water his body craved. Leon carefully shut the fridge and nearly chugged the whole bottle feeling it cooling down the core of his body and soothing his dry throat.

A deep sigh of relief escaped his lips as he rested a hand on the countertop with a metallic clink. Leon posed his hand in front of him examining the ring on his finger. A silent chuckle came from his throat remembering the wave of emotions asking you to marry him. He felt like he was in his 20's asking you out for dinner, the nervousness swelling in his stomach as the beating in his chest filled his ears, his mind racing a mile a minute wondering how you'd respond. The look of shock in your eyes was the only thing he could see as you covered your mouth, it made him clench his jaw but seeing the utter happiness radiate off your face as you cried out several yesses was contagious. Ever since 1998 he lost the last few slivers of hope left for him having a loving relationship, let alone marrying someone. Yet, once you came to his life when he desperately needed anyone at the most, you flipped his world upside down as if you were a walking miracle.

Leon's adoration halts as he heard your footsteps against the cold tiles.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing at this hour?" The man turned and was immediately met with your figure slumped against his. Your head leaned on his chest as he rested his chin on the crown of your head and loosely wrapped his arms around you.

"Wonderin' what you were doing" you mumbled in a half concious state. He smiled and looked down to you, instead of the tanktop he saw you wear earlier you were now in one of his oversized shirts.

"I'll be heading back to bed soon, I promise". He spoke softly yet his voice sounded husky from waking up moments before you. You simply let out a quiet "mmhm" as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling his presence closer to yours.

Leon rocked you back and forth slowly as he placed long kisses on the top of your head. The sleep began to fog his mind but his gestures stayed benign.

Silence filled the kitchen as the two of you enjoyed each other's touch. Tender moments like these give Leon the push he needs in order to come home after devastating missions that leave him physically and mentally exhausted.

He pulled his head back to lift your chin with his fingers, your eyes fluttered open and grew a tired smile. His eyes pierce through his lashes looking upon your features. You admired your husband's profile, the stubble that grew across his face, the faded scars hidden by his stubble, the bags under his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and the way his dark hair contrasted with his eyes. Sure throughout the years his appearance has matured and he grew a tough shell, but nothing changed the look of purity in his eyes.

Leon dipped his head placing a chaste kiss across your lips as his thumb drew circles across your skin. A satisfied hum vibrated against his lips as Leon proved you up on the counter as you giggled into the kiss.

Your legs dangled on either side of his waist and his hands rested gently on your hips. Leon places several more chaste kisses along the crook of your neck, his stubble scratches against your skin as it made your stomach flutter with butterflies.

He wanted nothing more but to make you feel cherished and over time he found several ways of showing his affection towards you. Whether it be helping you around the house, listening to how your days been even if nothing much happened, laughing at your jokes, or saying it verbally.

"I love you so much, you know that?"

"Of course I do love, we even got the ring to prove it"

His chuckle tickled your skin as eventually his trail led back to your patient lips. Ever so slowly you moved in sync, knowing how each other's lips fit together and felt perfect. After a series of long kisses Leon pulled back and tilted his head slightly to the side, "You ready to come back to bed?" He asked in a voice still low and husk.

You nodded with a smile and with that Leon lifts you off the counter with ease.

The two of you were greeted with your shared bedroom. The sheets sank under your body as Leon lays back down on his stomach burying his face within the pillow. You watched as his eyelids become closer to closing completely, the image of you began to blur and fade until he succumbed back to sleep.

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I stood up late trying to finish this in one go- ALSO TYSM GUYS FOR THE AMOUNT OF LOVE ON THE LAST FIC YOU'RE SO SWEET IM TELEPATHICALLY KISSING YOU ALL♡♡♡♡

[judesluvr]

watching jude lifting weights nd he’s wearing a tanktop so u’ve got the full view of his biceps contracting & bulging so deliciously 😵‍💫 nd he’d be so cocky about it, knowing u’re staring hard and he’s got u all worked up. it’s not long before u’re begging him to do smth because u’re so wet nd the workout session ends up turning into an intense fuck session. yea i need it so badly 😫

the both of you mooching around the garden in the last of the sun, your head buried in a book as you curled yourself on the patio furniture whilst jude went about a light work-out. he'd be wearing that tank-top that you'd been fawning over the entire day, your focus slowly leaving the pages of the book as you concentrated on the way his biceps flexed in the amber light. and all he's doing is a few bicep curls, nothing too serious, but you could feel your face burn up and the familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach because fuck he looked so good.

"can i help you with something?" he'd mock, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin as he finally caught your eye. but you'd just shake your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you failed to think of anything but the idea of your nails digging into those very muscles. so he'd carry on, smirking to himself as he felt your vision burn into him once more, absolutely transfixed on the way they bulged in the evening air.

and you could feel your excitement already starting to build up, the urge to push your thighs together catching his attention as he'd cock his head to the side smugly, "have i got you all hot and bothered baby? have i, hm?"

that's all he needed to say before you were tugging at his wrists, letting the weights roll on the grass as you practically begged him to join you inside. and you didn't care if he thought you were desperate, the need sitting thick in your stomach and spreading through your body as you traced the dip in his bicep. jude's own mind would swiftly be in the same realm as yours, his hands on your waist as he'd press you against the kitchen counter, not bothering to close the patio doors behind the both of you because there was nothing he liked more than the idea of people hearing how good he made you feel.

and there wasn't many clothes to discard of anyway, your oversized shirt quickly being tossed behind you as his clothes pooled at his feet. with a hand around your throat he'd pull you off the marbled counter-top gently, your back arched as he pressed his tip against you, feeling the slickness of you coat him thinly, "oh that shirt really does turn you on, doesn't it?"

before you could even respond he'd have sunk into you completely, not giving you a chance to adjust to his size as he bottomed out almost as quickly. each drag of his hips had you jerking against the counter, your stomach tight as you felt yourself clench around him in an attempt to keep inside of you longer. and it was messy and hot, both of your bodies reactions heightened by the heat as you bucked back against him, desperate for more as he'd pinch your throat ever-so slightly, "gonna' have to make you watch me work-out a lot more if this is my reward baby-"

[orangecreamsickle]

Reader x Aizawa

A/n: This is my first time posting smut ever- and I just got tumblr- sorry if I use any abbreviations wrong!

Warnings: Dom reader, fem!reader.

Lots of fluff :3, light dacryphillia, rimming, light femdom, insinuation of pegging. (lmk if I forgot something)

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You’re in your early twenties and moved away from home. Finally you have the freedom you so desired. A fresh start. Aside from your father paying the security deposit and first months rent for your new apartment, everything was your own.

The wind blows through your [h/c] hair. You shiver as the first signs of autumn shows its head. You walk confidently to your apartment, taking the elevator while carrying a heavy box full of your things. You fumble with the lock, balancing the box on your hip for a second. After unlocking the door, and placing down the box, you look around your bare apartment.

How am I gonna furnish this all by myself…

You think, as you go back downstairs to get the rest of your items.

It takes you a few trips to successfully haul your belongings into your new apartment. You toss down your mattress onto the bare carpeted floor of your new room, sighing with relief at finally being done.

I’ll set up the bed frame later.. I’m too tired

Between the few hours of driving it took and carrying your heavy belongings to the 3rd floor, you were tired, and ready for a shower and a nap. You get into the shower, turning the heat all the way up, and allowing the stresses of your day to wash into the drain, along with the sweat and dirt on your skin.

After 30 minutes, you step out and put on the first think you find in the box of clothes- a black tank top and oversized grey sweatpants.

Flopping onto the bed, and scrolling through your phone idly, your stomach growls, reminding you how long it’d been since your last meal.

“Ugh.. I hear you, I hear you.”

You speak aloud to your stomach. After looking up some options for food, you want something home cooked, and decide to go shopping- despite the odd hours. You grab your keys and a jacket, and head to the store.

Using the GPS on your phone, you find a store pretty close to your apartment. You turn off your car and begin to enter.

“Woah, this is close. Lucky!”

You mutter to yourself as you enter the store.

You grab some basic ingredients for a simple fried rice. You reach for the last bag of rice, and someone else’s hand touches yours, intending to grab the same rice you did. You look up and see a man with shaggy black hair that’s tied into a low ponytail, with eye bags and stubble. He has a scar under his eye, and wears a black long sleeved shirt, and basketball shorts.

You grab the rice and put it in your cart, moving his hand off of the bag.

“Hey-!” He calls, looking irritated.

You turn to look at him blankly.

“What?” Your demeanor is nonchalant and calm, while his is tired and annoyed.

“I saw the rice first. Give it back.”

He speaks in a matter-of-a-fact tone, as if he believes the rice is his.

Of course, you don’t give him the rice.

“I touched it first, and it’s already in my cart.” You start to walk to the register, ignoring his tired protests.

He sighs, and rubs the back of his neck muttering something under his breath.

While you didn’t catch what he said, you walk away, not exactly bothered.

After paying for your groceries, you put your groceries in your car, and out of the corner of your eye, you see the man get into his car.

Once you’ve loaded your groceries, you head to your apartment. Groceries in hand, you walk inside and into the elevator. Someone runs to catch the elevator and you hold the door for them, not looking to see who it is.

“Thanks.” A male voice calls.

You look up, and see it’s the man from the store. He recognizes you too, and he looks away, slight annoyance on his face.

You press the “3” button, and wait for him to press his.

“Which floor?”

You ask politely, pretending to not notice him glaring at you.

“Same as you.” He grumbles.

The elevator ride feels 10x longer than before, and the tension is palpable. Once the two of you reach your floors, he gets off first, and walks quickly to the right.

It so happens that your room is also on the right, so you walk slowly to your apartment. He abruptly turns around, looking more annoyed than before.

“Why are you following me?” He sounds fed up with your presence.

“I’m not following you.” You respond, slightly offended that he’d assume that of you.

He rolls his eyes and puts his hands on his hips. “What do you want from me?”

You sigh, and walk past him, to your apartment, unlock the door, and step inside, slamming the door behind you. Entirely unaware that he is your next door neighbor.

You cook your dinner, and the rest of the evening goes by without incident.

You unpack some of your boxes, and reassemble some of your furniture.

You folded your clothes and put them into the dresser, leaving the bottom one empty. After a while, you get to the smaller box. You opened it, and smiled when you look at the contents.

Inside the box was one of the reasons you wanted to move from your family the most.

Whips, collars, assortments of vibrators, dildos, and ropes- among other things. Your safe haven. You placed them into the bottom drawer, and finish putting your clothes away. You sit onto your bed, having put the simple bed frame together. Biting your lip, you stare at your dresser.

It.. has been a while.. I guess I do need a way to alleviate the stress of the move..

After thinking about it, you put your [h/c] hair into a bun, and rummage through your drawer, deciding on an especially thick and short dildo.

Let’s go with something simple tonight..

You think to yourself, opening and pouring the lube onto your fingers.

You slide your hand down into your pants, rubbing the cold, thick lube onto your folds.

You rub firm circles around your clit, sliding your shirt up and playing with your nipple in your other hand. You bite your bottom lip, having forgotten how good stimulation felt.

The only sounds that permeated the room were your heavy breathing and loud squelching. Slipping off your sweats, you spread your legs further, and stick in a few fingers. You silence a whimper by biting your shirt. You pinch your nipple, gasping at the sensation. You slowly push your fingers in and out of your hot, throbbing hole. You lift one leg higher, and push in a third finger. You pump your fingers quickly in and out. Your breathing heavily, and your head falls back onto the pillow.

Before long, you pull your fingers out, and grab your dildo. It’s thick and short, with texture on the outside. You shudder at the thought of it inside you, and slick it with lube. You put it on the bed, and angle your wet, swollen pussy over it. You slowly sit, the dark blue dildo pushing into your tight, longing hole. You cry out, and cover your mouth. After a second, you slam yourself down, thrusting it deep inside of yourself. You moan loudly, muffling it with your hand. You start riding it, wet noises filling your apartment. You bite your tongue to keep your sounds quiet. You bounce up and down, while rubbing your clit. It’s almost too much. It’s not long before your muscles tense, and you ride your peak.

Tired from cumming so hard, you lay down, breathing heavily. After recovering, you stand, and clean yourself up. You put the dildo on top of your dresser, not having the energy to put it back in its place. It’s hard to walk but you get some water and go to sleep.

———-

You awake to the sun hitting your eyes. You sit up and are immediately reminded of the previous night, considering the aching in your lower body. You wobbly stand, and get ready for your day of unpacking.

After eating a quick breakfast, you unpack your things. When you finish, you check the time, finding that several hours have passed, the evening sunlight filling your apartment.

You stretch your sore muscles, and sit on the floor. After a while, you decide it’d be a good idea to go on a walk.

You find a nice trail nearby your apartment, and walk slowly, enjoying the cool autumn breeze. Suddenly you hear a rustling in the bushes. You pause and listen closely, trying to figure out what it is.

A kittens head pops out of the bushes, and it meows loudly at you. Your heart melts as you kneel down and pet the skinny thing.

It must be hungry.. it’s so young!

I don’t have the money but… why not!

You pick up the kitten, and start walking home. Much to the baby cats dismay, you give it a bath, then place him on the carpet. He follows you to the kitchen and watches curiously as you open a can of tuna.

Finding a small bowl, you give him the tuna and some water, and watch him eat. After he dries, you hold him and watches as he falls asleep, purring. You put him onto your bed, then rush out of the house to buy a litter box and other supplies for a cat. You decide to walk since it’s not too far.

On the way back, you notice Aizawa looking through the bushes, almost frantically. You don’t want to interfere, but want to make sure he’s okay.

“Are you.. looking for something?”

You ask, keeping a moderate distance.

He looks up, panic still evident in his features. He looks to the bushes again and then to you, seeming to calm himself a bit.

“Yeah, I- there was a kitten here, and I can’t find him”

He runs his hand hair through his hair.

You got a closer look at him and noticed he looked a bit different. He wore white wraps around his neck, and wore all black clothes.

“What did he look like?” You ask, wanting to help.

“He was about this small, really skinny, white with patches of black and grey.”

He gestures to around the size of a water bottle.

Something clicked and you realized that he might be talking about the kitten you took home.

“Oh- now that you mention it, I took a stray kitten home a couple hours ago”

You shift to your other leg, and watch the relief flood his face.

“Can I see him? To confirm if it’s the same cat?”

He asks, looking determined to see the kitten.

You nod your head, feeling happy that you could help. You lead him back to your apartment, turning the light on and placing your bags down.

After taking your shoes off, you walk to your bedroom, and turn the light on, pointing to the little kitten still sleeping on your bed.

“So.. did you give him a name, or something? Why didn’t you take him home?”

You ask, in attempt to fill the silence.

He walks into your room, and pets the kitten happily. Relieved that he’s okay.

“No, I never named him. I didn’t want to get too attached.” He looks a little awkward talking to you, but he pets the cat absentmindedly.

“I never took him home because I already have a cat, and she doesn’t like other cats.”

You nod thoughtfully, and smile.

“Cat person, huh?”

He rubs the back of his head, awkwardly looking back to the cat.

“You can come visit him whenever you’d like, I don’t mind.” You say, smiling gently.

He nods, and looks back at you. “Thanks, miss…”

“[Y/N]. Just call me [Y/N].”

You flash him a thumbs up.

“Aizawa.”

He says. He looks around your room, noticing how plain it is.

Suddenly your dildo catches his eye. It’s just sitting on the dresser, and he catches a glimpse of what’s inside your dresser as well. He averts his gaze, and clears his throat.

You don’t realize he saw it, and considering how he doesn’t comment on it, or even seems to bat an eye, you were none the wiser.

He leaves after a few minutes of polite conversation, and that’s that.

You pet the cat and put a forest green collar you bought at the store on him.

“I think I’ll call you sage.”

You pet him gently, then sit up. You notice your dildo sitting out, and stand quickly, screaming in embarrassment.

“He totally saw, didn’t he.. there’s no way he didn’t. But he didn’t say anything..”

You pace your room, embarrassment slowly fading.

“It’s normal. I’m an adult, and it was an honest mistake- if he’s grossed out, it’s not my problem!”

And with that, the rest of the evening was quiet and calm.

————-

A few weeks have passed by. You’ve gotten periodic visits from Aizawa visiting Sage. You two have gotten a little closer, hanging out a few hours at a time.

Today was one of those days. You were cooking dinner, with Sage meowing at your feet, begging for attention. Your hair was damp since you just showered.

You wore an oversized shirt with shorts underneath.

Suddenly, you hear a knock at your door.

You go to answer and see Aizawa standing there with a ponytail, a short sleeved black tee, and grey sweatpants.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy?”

He asks, noticing your outfit, and looking away.

“Of course not, come in”

You open the door wider and walk back to the kitchen to continue cooking.

You two talk about work for a while- you work as a barista, and he’s a teacher (duh).

After you finish cooking you serve him a plate.

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

He says, looking away.

You chuckle, putting your hands on your hips.

“I insist!”

“Okay..”

He says awkwardly, and starts to eat.

You two continue talking for a while, moving to the living room, and talking on the couch. You notice his eyes lingering on your legs or chest every once in a while, but don’t say anything about it.

You notice him shifting uncomfortably.

“Are you feeling alright? You seem kind of off.”

You ask, acting oblivious.

His cheeks tint pink slightly, and he nods.

“I’m feeling fine- it’s just warm..”

You nod, and look at the boner in his pants.

“Is that so…”

His face burns hotter when you point out his excitement. He looks away from you.

You scoot a little closer, and speak in a sultry tone.

“What’s got you feeling this way, Shota?”

Your use of his first name made his face warmer, and his dick harder.

“It’s not- I just- I-“

He struggles to come up with an excuse.

You expose more of your legs, chuckling lightly. This makes his dick stand at full attention. His face is red, and he’s breathing heavily.

“Oh, that’s it, isn’t it?”

You ask, knowing the answer already.

He nods, but looks away again, getting embarrassed.

You touch his leg with the tip of your finger to get his attention.

“Would you like help with that, pretty boy?”

He nods slowly, eyes looking around the room, unsure where to look.

You inch closer to him, and grab his chin, making him look at you.

You kiss him, starting slowly, but the kiss heats up quickly.

Before you know it your tongue is in his mouth, and your hand around his throat.

He’s more submissive than you thought he’d be. The two of you break from the kiss to catch your breath. He’s breathing heavily and looking hungrily at you.

“Please.. please touch me..” a few strands of hair fall over his eyes as he begs for more.

You brush his hair from his eyes. “Patience Shota, patience.”

You kiss his neck, nibbling gently, causing him to hum in pleasure. He shudders at the feeling of your teeth on his skin. You work your way down to his collar bone, taking his shirt off.

Kissing down his chest, you take a nipple between your fingers, pinching and rolling. Shota moans, and arches his back, and you can see his dick twitch in his pants.

You continue to play with his nipples for an excruciating amount of time for him. He’s breathing heavily and blushing, pants soaked with precum.

You kiss his chest again.

“Do you want more, puppy?”

He groans at being called “puppy”

“Please, please- I want more, please touch me more” he begs, voice cracking on the last few words.

You happily oblige, kissing down his stomach, and taking off his pants. You kiss his bulge, still encased in his boxers. He moans loudly in anticipation, and starts bucking his hips, trying to find some sort of stimulation. You hold his hips down to not allow him any pleasure unless you say so.

“You don’t get pleasure unless I allow you.”

You nibble and kiss his thighs.

You continue to tease him, and watch him shudder and tremble. Groaning at the very idea that you’ll touch him.

Finally, you lick his bulge through his boxers, sucking on it. He groans and tenses his muscles, fighting every urge to take his boxers off and fuck your mouth.

“Please… please ma’am, please touch me..”

he begs, sounding more and more broken.

You chuckle.

“I am touching you”

He wines, wanting more stimulation.

You take his boxers off, and kiss the tip, before licking up the side of the shaft. You slowly jerk him off. Enough for stimulation, but it’s painstakingly slow for him.

He continues to wine and beg, but you keep going just as slowly.

You kiss his thighs as you jerk him off, making eye contact.

Suddenly, you stop touching his dick, causing him to open his eyes.

“Why’d you stop..”

He asked in a tiny voice.

“If you wanna cum, you have to earn it.”

You get up and sit on the couch, leaning back and taking off your bottoms.

You don’t say any words, but aizawa understands what you’re telling him to do. Slowly, he leans down, and holds your thighs, opening your legs wider. He makes eye contact as he slowly licks up your wet slit, and focusing on your clit. He makes circles around it, before sucking.

You moan softly, holding his hair. Your sounds make him even harder, and arouses him even more. He seems to gain pleasure from making you feel good. He slips 2 fingers into your wet, empty hole, and slowly goes in and out with his thick, calluses fingers.

It doesn’t take too long for you to cum.

“You did so good, puppy. I think you’ve earned a surprise”

You say, smiling mischievously.

Aizawa looks at you with a longing, almost hungry stare as you crawl on top of him, and kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

You tap his erection against your cheek teasingly, causing him to squirm.

Yo start slowly jerking him, increasing the speed. You find his asshole, and start playing with it. Licking and sliding your tongue inside. He arches his back, moaning while gritting his teeth. He stays mostly quiet.

You reach to the side and find a bottle of lube, slicking your fingers and sliding in one finger. He groans, but is surprisingly receptive. A few tears slide down his cheeks. He starts panting harder, as you slide in a few more fingers. You kiss his tears away.

“You’re doing so good for me right now, puppy.” You praise him gently.

You jerk him harder and faster as you finger fuck his ass.

“W-wait if you do it at the same time-“

He hardly manages to warn you before he cums quickly.

You are slightly surprised by how much he came, and look up at him.

He’s blushing and covering his face.

“…I can’t believe we just did that…”

His eyes pop open as you take him to your room, pulling out a few toys, all for him.

He mutters.

You kiss his cheek.

“We aren’t done.”

Needless to say, it was a long, long night.

———————

Okay thanks for reading 😭🫶

[bewitchingbaker]

👀

The baker's eyes scan over the box for a moment. He's thinking about how he should approach this. From the looks of things, he could potentially lift his friend's new A/C but he didn't want to over do it. Now, Chris had no problem moving anything as years of lifting any and everything at the bakery made him strong. But he never wanted to over estimate his strength.

Plus with it being over 90 degrees, the young Luna didn't want to get too hot. Not helped by his choice of a slightly oversized 'Luna's Moonlight Delights' tee. At least he was smart off to wear some shorts to let those tree trunks he called thighs breathe. He takes a moment to wipe some sweat off his brow before finally grabbing two boxes from his trunk.

"Okie doki, 1."

"2."

"3!"

As if they were light as a feather, he lifted them onto his arms with a deep voiced grunt. In one smooch motion, Chris carried Bella's new A/C into her place with ease. Following after the doctor was no problem as it's no problem for him to hold this heavy piece of equipment for a long time. Once they he reached her living room, the baker gently placed the box near the window.

Despite the ease, even Chris couldn't fight off the heat, judging fromt he way his brow glistened from the sun. This first tshirt was not a good idea. At least he had a tank top to wear underneath. With another noticeable grunt, he slowly slipped off his tee. His tank top may have ridden up a bit, giving Bella a peek at the moon shaped piercing that dangled from his navel. Those masses he called arms revealed themselves. A thin sheen of sweat made him glisten in the summer's light, almost appearing angelic for a moment.

He sighs before he takes off his glasses, giving his friend a full display of those soft brown hues. Without thinking, he lifts the bottom of his shirt as a makeshift glasses cleaner, giving her another peek at that soft tummy of his. It isn't long before he notices Bella's stares.

"What's up? Do I have some box dust on me? I know I look like I need a shower right now...." he chuckles bashfully, "I might ask to borrow your shower honestly."

[ @pluviacuratio ]

[caramelmillktea]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒

paring(s) : tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader

proofread : yes/no

Wordcount fic : 2590 words

author's note : chapter one on the Inked flower series. I saw that there was only one fanfic that was a tattoo!artist!Vi x florist!reader. THE POTENTAL THIS AU HAS WITH VI FROM ARCANE IS ENDLESS!!! Also I love Vi so much and I wanted to write a fanfiction about her.

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The clouds were painted a beautiful pink and blue color as the sun shone from the horizons, the early sun rays hitting on your shop, The Flourish Gardens. You were currently taking the sacks of plant fertilizer inside from the truck in front of your shop.

“Thank you so much for helping me with these sacks babe” You said as you wiped the sweat from your forehead.

“No problem!” He smiled, carrying a bag over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

You opened the door with your elbow and went inside, your boyfriend following you closely behind. You walked to the counter and put the crate down. You huffed, wiping the sweat off of your forehead. “Man, you weren’t lying when you told me these were heavy!” Your boyfriend complained and put the bag down on the ground.

“You do realize this is just the tip of the iceberg, right” You let out a breathless laugh.

“I know.” 

"I'm so happy I'll finally have this shop of my own!" You smiled "and I'll be living just upstairs so I don't have to worry about getting to work on time."

"Wait… you're going to live here? I thought the studio upstairs was just for storage?" Your boyfriend asked.

"It was but after a few changes I managed to turn it into an apartment, in fact it was supposed to be an apartment. Since my parents already had a house, they used the studio as a place for storage."

Your boyfriend made an 'o' shape with his lips. "Oohh, so that is why you have been so busy lately."

"Yup" you replied. "Let's go outside and finish getting those fertilizers inside." He nods and follows your order. When you went outside you grabbed a sack but before you lifted it up you heard a loud engine motorcycle in the distance. You looked towards the sound and saw a black motorcycle stopping in front of the empty building next to you.

Wait… someone bought the empty place next to your flower shop? The place has been empty for over a year. How come you didn't notice it any sooner?

The person on the motorcycle removed their helmet. The girl had a sidecut that was pink and had pale blue eyes. on the side of her neck there was a gear tattoo. Her ears were decorated with two silver pieces on her helix and an one piece silver chained earring on her left ear. To top it all off, she had a silver nose ring whitch really suited her. The new girl was wearing a white tank top with an oversized bordeaux leather jacket that had a black hood. She was wearing black cargo pants along with some black combat boots.

Your boyfriend stood next to you, carrying a sack of fertilizers "Don't make eye contact," your boyfriend whispered, looking at anything but the girl.

"Why? I think she looks cool" you muttered, your gaze still lingering at the mysterious girl while she grabbed her phone.

"Babe, she looks like trouble!" Your boyfriend whisper-yelled. "She looks like she beats up people for fun, I bet she has been in prison at some point in her life. I mean look at her tattoo!"

"Now you're being dramatic, just because she has a tattoo doesn't mean she is a delinquent or something" you said.

"Ok, maybe that was a little dramatic but you know how I feel about tattoos…"

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriends remark "That sounds like a 'you' problem, now c'mon! Let's go and give her a proper welcome" your boyfriend sighed and surrendered, following behind you.

You walked up to the pink-haired girl that was typing something on her phone. Shit you didn't think this through honestly. "Uhm… excuse me?" You politely asked, trying to get the girl's attention. The girl looked up and made a little 'hm?' Sound. Her pale blue eyes locked with yours.

"Uh hi! Sorry for bothering you but you don't happen to be moving into this empty building." You pointed at the building behind you. "Do you?"

"Uh yeah, why?" She asked, you could hear a lace of wariness in her voice.

"Oh great!" You exclaimed. "Hi, I'm Y/n. I actually have a flower shop right next to this building." you pointed to your shop that was next to the building. "See?Guess we're going to be neighbors from now on…" You smiled and took out your hand for her to shake. "And you are..."

The pink-haired girl took off her gloves and shook your hand. Her calloused  hands were decorated with a lot of silver rings, some of them had little decorations on them. The rings that caught your eye was a snake ring and the one with a little red ruby. The girl shook her hand with yours "It's Vi."

"Damn, she is even prettier up close…"

"Why thank you, I'm flattered." She smiled.

"Oh shoot! Did I say that out loud!?" You felt a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"Yup, you sure did but don't worry the feeling is mutual." She gave you a wink.

Your boyfriend cleared his throat loudly, making you aware of his existence.

"Oh right! I totally forgot to introduce you. Vi this is (boyfriend name), my boyfriend" your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Your boyfriend eh? Guess I'm not surprised" Vi chuckled. "How long have the two of you been together?"

"One year," your boyfriend replied curtly. "It's nice to meet you Vi, that is if that is your real name?"

"(Boyfriend name)!" You elbowed your boyfriend in his side.

"You're absolutely right (boyfriend name), Vi isn't my actual name." Vi replied casually.

Your eyes widen from surprise. So she just lied about her name in your face a few seconds ago? Maybe she has changed her name?. You avoid making eye contact with your boyfriend because you know he will give you that 'I told you something was fishy' look.

"My full name is Violet but the nickname Vi stuck with me I guess. Get it? Vi stands for Violet."

"Y'know Vi can also stand for violence right" your boyfriend replied.

"True and Vi can also stand for viciousness but it just depends how you look at it, right?"

"...Right" your boyfriend said before a silence washed over the three of you.

"So…” You began “I'm assuming you're going to open a shop here?”

“You assumed right, I’m going to open a tattoo parlor here”

“A tattoo parlor? That’s so cool!!”

“You can stop by if you want, if you ever want a tattoo you can always drop by.” Vi smiled and turned towards your boyfriend. “Including you.”

“Uh… no thanks…” Your boyfriend replied.

“What? Ya scared of needles?”

“N-no, I just find tattoo’s-” Before he could answer you cut him off. “He means he doesn’t think a tattoo would suit him, right babe?” You gave your boyfriend a look and he nodded. “Let’s go and finish putting those bags inside, ok?” Your boyfriend suggested. you nod.

“It was great to meet you Vi, but we have to get my shop ready for the day. Don’t be a stranger and drop by sometime ok?” You said before your boyfriend dragged you towards the van

“Yeah, I would love that!” Vi called

“Great! see you around!!” You replied and started walking with your boyfriend. “What were you thinking!? You can’t just say to someone that has a tattoo that you find tattoos unattractive!” You scolded your boyfriend when you were far away from Vi.

“What? I just wanted to tell her my opinion on tattoos” Your boyfriend replied, his voice laced with frustration.

“Why do you always have to be like this?” You began “You always have to express your opinion even though nobody asked you to. You are so insensitive sometimes.”

“Oh I’m being insensitive?! You’re the one who cutted me off just a second ago when I was trying to talk!”

“You were literally about to talk trash about tattoos to someone who is opening a tattoo parlor, do you think that is welcoming whatsoever.” You huffed.

“You know who I am. I’m not afraid to express my opinions, besides you’re the one who isn’t using your brain properly. For all you could know she is a criminal or delinquent and all you can seem to do is be dumb and naive and try to be friends with her.”

“I was welcoming her!! That was all I did. She is going to be my neighbor! The least I can do is make her feel at home in the city!” Your voice cracked slightly.

“You know what, I’m going to work.” Your boyfriend said and walked to his car.

“Classic you! always walking away in the middle of an argument. Y’know what? Fine, go!” You called after him while he stepped into his car, ignoring you. You watch as his car leaves the parking lot. Emotions rushing through you. Sorrow, anger and fear.

“Hey… Are you ok?” A person spoke up next to you. You turned around and saw Vi. “Yeah… how much have you heard?”

“Well…” Vi began as she put her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “Almost everything. It was kinda hard not to overhear since the both of you were shouting in an empty street” Your face flushed out of embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry about-” “Your boyfriend? Don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault he is ‘insensitive’” Vi quotted, putting an emphasis on the word . You cringed a bit inside.

“Well…” You took a deep breath “I still have to put these fertilizers inside, before the shop opens…” You looked at the van.

“I can help you, if you want” Vi offered.

“That’s so sweet but you don’t have to.”

"I want to do it, it's no sweat"

"Alright, if you insist. But I have to warn you, these are heavy.”

“I’ll be the judge of that” Vi said and picked up a bag and swung it over her shoulder with ease. “So where do I put these?”  

You looked in awe, even your bf couldn't lift it with ease. "Behind the counter"

"Copy that boss." Vi said before she went into the shop.

It was currently 12 o'clock in the afternoon which means that you’re currently on break. You grabbed a basket filled with cupcakes you baked at three in the morning. It was a rather impulsive decision to bake some welcoming cupcakes for the pink-haired girl that opened a tattoo parlor. This was also your way to say ‘thank you’ to her for helping you carry those bags of fertilizers the other day.

You walked out your shop but stopped in your tracks. What if she doesn’t like sweet things? Judging by her physics, she probably doesn’t eat a lot of sugary things. You also didn’t know if she eats gluten. Maybe she was lactose intolerant? Crap, why didn’t you think about this when you were baking them?

‘Maybe you should’ve gone with a nice bouquet… or both! No, that would be too much!’ You thought.

‘No, I’ll be sticking with the cupcakes…. Maybe I can give her a flower too.’

You went back into the shop and looked at the flowers. ‘Ok, now another dilemma…. What flower should I get her?’ You thought.

‘Maybe I can give her a Violet, because that is her name? But what if she finds it lame because a lot of people have given her violets in the past and they had the same thoughts as me?'

“Maybe I’m overthinking it…” You muttered to no one in particular. You suddenly heard a small meow coming from behind the flowers. “Hmm… What do you think Whiskers?”

Your cat, Whiskers, mewled again and went to the bucket with violets.

"Guess it will be violets afterall" you smiled and reached your hand out to pet her. You scratched behind her ears causing her to purr in response.

You plucked a violet from the galvanized flower bucket and put them  on top of wood that covered the cupcakes in the little picnic basket.

You smiled and went outside for the second time, you made your way over to the tattoo parlor that was a few steps away.

You actually didn't know if the shop was open, since she just bought the place. You peeked through the see through glass and saw movement. You opened the door and poked your head out to see if you were intruding. You saw moving boxes and the wall and floor were white. You looked at the counter and saw no one.

"Uh… Hello?" You called out, the only thing responding to you was your own echo. You heard footsteps for a quick second.  "Vi?" You called out and circled around as you continued to walk to the counter. "Hey… I wanted to properly welcome you and thank you for yesterday." You called out but no one responded. You made your way over the counter and leaned your back against it.

"I brought you cupcakes"

"Oh really!? What flavour?" You jumped at the sound. You looked behind the counter and saw a 15-year old girl sitting on a black stool. She had a highlighter in one of her fingerless- gloved hands and in the other she had a sketchpad. She had long blue hair braided in two dutch braids. She looked at you, curiosity filled her violet eyes.

"Y-you scared me!" You gasped as you tried to regain your composer again.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to, sometimes it just happens y'know?" The blue-haired girl said.

"It's alright, I just was very surprised that's all." You gave her a smile "I'm Y/n by the way" you reached your hand out so the girl could shake it. She looked at your hand and then at you, confusion written over her face. "I'm Powder." She said finally.

You took back your hand, embarrassment washing over you. You really thought she was going to shake your hand.

"So…" you began "Do you happen to know where Vi is?"

"I, in fact, know where she is." the blue girl gave you a smile. A silence wavered between the two of you. You really thought she was going to say where she is, guess not.

"Ok…" you said. "So...where is she?"

"I'll tell you but first you need to answer my question." There was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Tell me, are you Vi's girlfriend?"

A blush covered your cheeks. "N-no"

"Then why do you have cupcakes for her?" Powder taunts.

"Because I wanted to give her a proper welcome, I actually own the flower shop next door so we're practically neighbours from now on." You smiled sheepishly.

"Ooohhh…." Powder tapped the back of her highlighter on her chin. "Now it makes sense."

Powder took a deep breath "such a shame." She breathed out and got off the little stool "You two would make a good couple."

"O-oh… uhm actually-" "you're straight? Was that what you wanted to say?" Powder cuts you off.

"Uh… not really. I was going to say that I already have a significant other."

"Ahh I see…" she said. "Vi won't be back for another hour, she is currently buying some new furniture for this place."

"Oh… I see." Your mood faltered. "Well thanks for letting me know." You looked at the time. "I have to get going, It was nice meeting you Powder." Before you turned around and walked to the exit, you stopped yourself. "Can I leave the cupcakes here for when Vi comes back?"

"Sure" Powder said.

"Really!? Thank you!" You opened the picnic basket and placed a box of cupcakes on the counter, along with the violet. "My lunch break is over so I have to go, again it was nice meeting you!" You called out as you walked to the exit.

"Bye bye!" Powder gives you a small wave. When you were out of the store she took a peek in the box. "Oh Oh Oh, bet Vi is gonna love this." Powder giggled before continuing her drawing.

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housesitting | bucky barnes x reader

summary: Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything.

You can hardly see how Bucky Barnes stumbling into his apartment at 3 am with multiple wounds is one of them. But I guess it might be?

notes: this is my attempt at a more ~comedy centered one-shot, with some making out in the middle because uh, who doesn’t like that? In other news, reader is Chaotic. Canon mcu (Infinity War/Endgame) is non-existent in this.  (word count: 3K)

warnings: language, mentions of blood, gunshot wounds, general patching up shenanigans, some making out/grinding but not quite third base

[PART 2: breaking and entering]

Housesitting for Steve Rogers has many perks. The man has the comfiest bed you’ve ever slept in; his coffee machine is top tier; and he also pays for every single streaming service you could think of, because he doesn’t wanna miss anything. An old popsicle thing, you assume.

It’s peaceful, too. The neighborhood is nice and quiet, the other tenants are either extremely polite or too scared of Captain America to make much noise. You’ve had very nice stay-cations at his place, where you were free to choose to binge The Office while eating an entire pizza in the spam of 2 episodes or taking advantage of the quiet to write your grad-school thesis.

So when a loud BANG almost makes you drop your coffee mug on the floor, your spidey senses are immediately on alert. You don’t care how many times Peter insisted that it wasn’t a thing, your arm hairs stood up and your heart started hammering on your chest all the same.

You contemplate squeezing under the bed, turning off the show that was long abandoned and hiding until whatever it is goes away, but before you can do any of that, a string of sharp cursing and soft thumps and thuds snaps you out of your fear.

Maybe it’s a burglar. You could take a clumsy burglar, easy.

Now feeling like Tony had just welcomed you into the Avengers, you hop off Steve’s bed and let your baby Yoda socked feet carry you stealthily into the living room, holding a table lamp as if it was a baseball bat.

Everything is quiet, with no signs of forced entry at the door (you remember someone on Law and Order using those words), and in the dark you don’t notice the bloody trail coming from the kitchen.

You’re imagining things, then. When was the last time you slept? You don’t even feel tired, but you know sleep deprivation always gets you all kinds of crazy.

It happens the second your arm falls to your side and your posture shows the slight of relaxation. A strong arm around your neck and a hand against your mouth to muffle the screaming.

In the quiet of Steve’s apartment building, there is only you shrieking and howling and thrashing against the hold of a stranger.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.” You still.

And then you bite into the hand that is muting you, immediately regretting it when your teeth sink into something hard. Metal? Concrete? Ouch. You resume your resistance, determined, and is shoved away.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you.” His voice is gruff and dulled over the mask he is wearing, and as you’re taking this giant of a man in, you notice it.

The metal arm. The strapped leather jacket. The tortured blue eyes.

Winter Soldier.

The intruder is James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve’s best friend. That’s who the fuck it is.

“I’m Steve’s house sitter! I even have a key.” You say, with arms in front of you to signal no harm but inching closer to the table lamp with every step.

“House…sitter? Where’s Steve?”

“Who knows. Maybe a mission. He texts me, I come over.” You shrug, and put a chair back to where it was before it got knocked over.

“I don’t believe you. Where is Steve?”

“Listen, I don’t know, okay? I guess he’s just out for a few days. I don’t ask. He just lets me stay in here so I can water the plants and feed the Avengers.”

“The– the what?”

“The Avengers! The fish, see.” You point to the aquarium, where a handful of colorful fish swam peacefully in.

Peace. So much for your peace, because now what you have is a surly super soldier eyeing the fish tank like it was the most loathsome thing in the entire universe, except maybe for you.

“I hate this thing. Naming them makes it even worse.” He trudges back to the kitchen, stomping on the floor like he was on a parade.

So much for the other people’s peace, too.

“Hey! Sir. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s 3 in the fucking morning?” You sass, putting your hands on your hips when he retorts that yeah, he does know. “What are you even doing here?”

“Back from a mission.” He grumbles without looking at you, as if you’re the one who stumbled into his place in the middle of the night.

It wasn’t your place, but still.

“Don’t you have a house?” There’s a part of you that knows pushing the Winter Soldier’s buttons is asking for trouble, but your tired and confused brain decides to ignore it.

“You interrogating me? I need a motherfucking– ” He wheezes and nearly doubles over, holding on the door frame between the living room and the kitchen. You finally spot the blood, both on the tiles and seeping out of the Soldier’s jacket and pants.

He’s hurt. Shit.

“– first aid kit.”

“You need a motherfucking hospital!” You shrill, panic chilling your bones. You don’t do blood. Or any kind of wound, for that matter.

The man ignores you, opening up cabinets hastily. You huff, and walk past him to get to the actual home of the first aid kit. Steve’s oldest, closest friend and can’t even find a box with pharmaceutical supplies in his kitchen. You slam it on the counter next to him.

“You’re welcome.”

“Zip it.”

Just a look from him is enough to render you speechless, and not in the good, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of way. You’re positive that one swat of that metal arm and you’ll be flying out of the window.

He begins by removing his mask, revealing a handsome face underneath, and you try your best to focus on how dark and menacing it looked while locked in that scowl of his. Then, he unbuckles his jacket and discards it on the floor, it coming to a stop next to your feet.

Oh man, he’s naked. Well, not really, just the incredibly toned, strong and muscular top half of him, but you stare wide-eyed as if he was.

“See somethin’ you like, doll?” He quips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and you turn your back to him, mostly to hide your own embarrassment.

“No.” You cross your arms resolutely, because you definitely don’t think he’s attractive. He is a rude, grumpy, private-property-invader-bastard. Doll. Yuck.

You hear a rumble come out of his chest. Is he laughing? Shithead. Other noises follow, wheezes, small grunts and the tinkle of metal on the marble counter.

A particular pained grunt makes you turn, and you see Barnes with his body twisted, trying to reach a bloody hole on his back. It would be funny if he wasn’t trying to poke a gunshot.

“Do you need… help?” You ask, against your own will, only to be met with his icy gaze.

“No.”

“Come on, you can’t even reach that.”

Another glare is shot your way, and you quirk your brow up. He did need the help, you think, because aside from the muscles and the sweat making him glisten like a delicious – wait what – glazed donut, the man looked like hell.

“…fine.” He slides a pair of surgical prongs, something you identify in your head as oversized tweezers, and you instantly regret your offer. Pressing an iodine-soaked cotton ball to a wound, sure. But not this.

He turns his back to you without a word, supporting himself on the marble. You think that he’s about to make a dent on the goddamn stone if he keeps holding onto it that hard.

“Ah, fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ugh, it’s so gross. Fuck.”

It’s the most horrifying thing you’ve ever done, but you try your best to get to the bullet quickly, so very thankful that Barnes holds himself perfectly still for you. “Got it!”

He lets out a long breath when you toss the prongs and the bullet on the counter with the rest and resumes his cleanup. So, he’s not even going to say thanks. Great.

You try not to think about how you still want to make conversation while you hurriedly scrub the blood from your hands, because aside from the hostility and him jumping on you as a meet-cute, the guy peeks your interest.

Steve has said Barnes is nice, too, and you believed Steve, because he’s basically incapable of lying. Or maybe because he’s pretty. Both, for sure.

With your hands now clean, you turn to him, mouth open with some kind of conversation starter that is immediately forgotten.

Oh man, he’s naked. For real this time.

Bucky Barnes has stepped out of his pants while you were overthinking by the sink, now standing in only a pair of black boxers. It’s like he feels you staring at his butt, because he turns to you with raised eyebrows.

“Last one’s on my thigh. I got it.” He’s holding the prongs this time, and you’re glad you don’t have to do anything, because your face next to that groin might make you go into spontaneous combustion.

“Yeah.”

He hums. You hope all of this is a fever dream.

“Isn’t there a med bay at–”

“Don’t like people prodding and pokin’ at me.” His comment makes you grimace. He’s the Winter Soldier, damn it. You know the stories, everyone does. Of course he doesn’t like being prodded.

He looks at you funny, probably because you went dead quiet. You don’t want him to think you feel pity, because you don’t, but god don’t you feel bad for poking him now, even if verbally.

“I’m gonna – grab one of Steve’s – uh. Dude you need to put some clothes on. Jesus.”

He laughs at you again, which you’re thankful for because anything is better than the awkwardness of the other subject. You pick up a black pair of sweatpants that was so deep in one of Steve’s drawers that you know he’d have to have bought it and never had the guts to put it on. This one would do just fine.

If there is one thing Steve Rogers isn’t, is a black sweats guy.

“Here.” You deposit the sweats and a white tee on the counter, one of the millions that you found inside the closet. Barnes was patching himself up now, bandages wrapped everywhere on his body.

Got his ass kicked good. You shudder when you imagine the state of the other guy.

He eyes the clothes, and saying nothing, returns to his task. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

“I didn’t ask you to help me.”

“Yeah, but I did anyways! ‘Cause I’m stupid, I guess.” You almost hurl a dirty plate at him when he scoffs, muttering a yeah, guess you are. “God, why are you so grumpy?”

“Well you try being shot 5 times and see how cheerful you are after.”

“You got shot 5 times?!”

Looking at you from between his brows, the Soldier nods to the five mangled bullets sitting on the counter. You think about how you’ve made yourself a sandwich just hours earlier on the exact same spot. You want to puke.

Taking time to look around yourself, you can finally grasp the state of Steve’s ever-so-pristine kitchen, now a mess of dirty clothes, blood and your own few dishes from the night before. You don’t even think about what you’re doing as you move, gathering every single cleaning supply you can find, and start working on the cleanup.

You’re struggling, because obviously you’ve never done this before. Anyone can tell, from your soft abdomen and your severe lack of muscle, that you’re not an Avenger. Sure, you work with them, but you’re usually neck deep into advanced tech, not in the gym by any means. Also, you don’t do blood.

That means you have to think about something else, anything else, while you’re manically cleaning the floor. One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, the Winter Soldier’s tight ass, four sheep, get it together goddamnit –

“Leave it. I’ll clean.”

You huff, he huffs back, and you look up at him.

“You got shot five times. Go sit down or something before you blow your back too, grandpa.” You call him that to assure yourself that he is old, like actually super old, and thirsting over him is weird. Even weirder when he’s all bandaged and bleeding. And still shirtless. Shit.

He mumbles something that you ignore, and stomps off. You think you actually did a pretty decent job with the cleaning, considering.

You need coffee. Definitely an entire bottle of vodka too, but there was no alcohol in this god’s good home, so you settle for the brew that you made earlier. You pour a mug for Barnes too, because you’re nice like that, and amble into the living room to find him slumped on a chair.

“Coffee?” You start, settling his mug on the table next to him.

“It’s almost 5 a.m.”

“Guess I’m up early for once. Maybe I should go for a run.”

He snorts, and opens one eye to inspect you from where he is. He reaches out for the coffee, using his metal hand, and you consider the two ways this could go.

He’d shatter the mug right then and there. Or, he’d throw it at you. Your jaw goes slack at what he actually does, sirens blaring loudly in your head. Truly astonishing, the most bewildering turn of events.

He drinks from it.

“Thanks. Quit staring at me.”

“Wow, Mr. Winter knows the magic words. Mr. Barnes. Sergeant?” You’re thinking aloud, abandoning any trace of sanity you’ve been holding. You even sit on the couch next to his armchair.

“It’s Bucky,”

Again, absolutely bewildering. You must be going insane.

“– and you talk too much.” He finishes, with an end-of-story tone, and returns to his rest. At least that felt like normality.

“Bucky. Bucky.” You roll the name on your tongue, feeling a weird buzz start to take over you. It grows stronger when you notice he’s looking at you, one brow quirked as if you lost your marbles. “You know, Bucky, this is definitely not how I saw my night going. Home invasion, playing surgeon – not my usual kind of fun.”

You get up, maybe because you decide that you – and Bucky – need a blanket, or maybe because you need a distraction from his chest going up and down like it’s got a business with making you want to touch it.

You’re not a slut, but who knows? Jim Halper would get it.

“You’re that kid, aren’t you? Stark’s assistant.” Bucky’s voice, low and husky, makes you jump. You look at him, your eyebrows furrowed slightly.

It’s surprising that he knows you, considering. He’s – well, he’s basically a celebrity, if ex-assassins could be considered that. You’re only Tony’s techie, and you and Bucky have never actually met, not even in the few parties you had attended to stop your boss from nagging you that you had to actually go out and have some fun sometimes, because you’re still young and cute and you need to enjoy yourself before you get saggy and bitter.

Jokes on him, you were born bitter.

“I’m no kid.”

“Nice socks.”

You wiggle your toes and it makes the ears of one of the baby Yodas move.

“Still not a kid! If you wanna be sad and wear your sad, plain socks, Bucky, that’s entirely your choice.” You said, pointing your index at him, making circles in the air with it to really get your point across.

Bucky smirks, and you go up to him with the two blankets on your arms. He’s blocking the door with that bulky body of his, and you raise your eyebrows quizzically.

“I’ll have you know – meeting Steve’s annoying, mouthy, pretty house sitter is not how I saw my night going either.” Bucky puts a doubtful tone on house sitter, as if he still doesn’t get exactly what it means.

You blink. You’re positive you heard it wrong. Is he… is this flirting?

“You think I’m pretty?”

“I called you annoying and mouthy too.”

“Yeah, I mean I know that much about me.” You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “The pretty part is new though.”

Bucky still hasn’t moved from the doorframe, and you find yourself staring up at him. He is inches away now, pupils blown wide in the darkness, and you can see a ring of steely blue around them. He licks his lips, and you’re drawn in.

The maelstrom in his eyes sends you spinning.

“I think someone should say you’re not see through, much less–”

Bucky shuts you up by pressing his lips onto yours, a slow, exploratory kiss, the tenderest he’s been all night. His metal hand rests on your lower back, making you shiver at the cool touch.

You’re all panting and eagerness when you cup his face with both hands and press your body against his. You need to deepen this kiss. You haven’t drooled over Bucky Barnes all night to keep things lovey-dovey.

He responds in earnest, pulling you closer. The flesh hand on the back of your neck is a stark contrast against the chill of the other. You and Bucky stumble from the corridor and back to the living room, knocking over a few of Steve’s decorations in the process.

“I don’t feel as bad for this one.” You mumble against his lips, stopping to look at a particular framed picture of Captain America in uniform, surrounded by every single counterfeit Cap in Times Square.

“S’ one of his favorites.”

You nod, you’re aware. Steve thinks it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bucky’s breath tickles the hairs on your neck when he continues.

“I hate it.”

“Yeah.”

You capture his lips again, and you two resume your chaotic redecorating. You’re thankful for Bucky’s strong arms keeping you from falling over, because at this point you’re not sure if your legs work anymore.

He takes you with him when he drops down on the same armchair from earlier, and the dizzy spell you find yourself in is broken when you hear him groan.

Right. He’s battered up and stuff.

“Shit, Bucky, I’m sorry–”

“No.” He pulls you close again, and guides your body to straddle one of his thighs. “Stay right here, doll.”

Doll. God-fucking-damnit.

His hand moves under the elastic band of your pants, oh my god you’re making out with Bucky-Hot-Piece-Of-Ass-Barnes in your wiener dog pajama bottoms, and finds the hem of your underwear. He pulls on it, and you yelp when he lets it snap against your side.

He laughs, and you vibrate along with his chest.

You find yourself grinding on his leg, sucking on his bottom lip, raking your nails along his shoulders, doing anything, everything for more, trying to burn the taste and the feel of him on your memory. He moves on to kiss your neck and you sigh, tugging on his hair and making sure you’re holding on for dear life.

Your eyes flutter open, enough to see the fish Avengers in their tank.

The Avengers.

Steve Rogers is an Avenger. So is Bucky, technically.

You’re making out with Bucky. One of his hands is on your boob.

This is Steve’s apartment.

You manage to sober you up enough, despite Bucky’s constant attacks of open mouth kisses and bites on your neck.

“I don’t think Steve would – if we–” You lift your head begrudgingly to look at him. “You know, on his armchair.”

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced, but his hand moved up from your butt to your waist again.

Steve Rogers was probably miles away right now and still cockblocking you.

Even worse, his furniture was cockblocking you.

Stupid star-spangled IKEA shopper.

And his hot best friend. Who’s currently smiling at you in a such a way that makes you almost abandon all comradery towards Rogers and the sanctity of his place.

You debate getting up, but resign yourself to burying your nose in the crook of Bucky’s neck and just staying there, because honestly, when are you going to have the chance to do this again. Never, that’s when.

Also, he’s surprisingly comfortable for someone with a metal arm and such a jacked-up body.

“You’re sleepy.”

“No, I’m like, super awake.”

It’s a lie, because now that the sparks have flown and the rush of blood in your ears gave way to the quietness of the early morning, you feel yourself drifting, on and off, surprising yourself when you come to once and find that Bucky is still there, warm under you.

“Sleep, doll. I need it too.”

You shift, ready to let his rhythmic breathing lull you to sleep. The last 75 sleepless hours catch up with you.

“Bucky? If you want to break into someone’s house again sometime – I have a first aid kit too. Just sayin’.”

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

Taglist: @katsukis-sad-angel​

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

First Date

Yelena #20 & #21 requested by @sophie-sxox

#20: “I planned the perfect date” 

#21: “is this romantic enough for you?”

Word count: 885

Concept: Yelena has been wanting to take you on a date for awhile and after three months you finally say yes. 

Tag List: @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @wandanatvoid @3xbyrn320 

You’ve been living at Avengers compound for a few months now and have just started getting used to the way of life. After Steve practically scooped you up from your old life and brought you here, you have felt like you’ve had more of a place to belong. In your home city, having superpowers was not exactly something that everyone thought was cool. Most people saw you as kind of a freak but at Avengers compound, everyone was like you in some kind of way. When you left your home, you had just gotten out of a not-so-great relationship, so you weren’t really looking for anything new until you met Yelena. You first saw her training with her sister where she had the most amazing moves you’ve ever seen and oh god did it feel like love at first sight. While you have been totally drooling over her for the last few months you decided it would be a better idea to wait until you felt ready to be in a relationship. You knew full well that Yelena was into you too, she flirted with you all the time and you often caught her looking at you. She had asked you out in the first two weeks you were there but you turned her down because you didn’t think you were ready, however, maybe that’s starting to change…

“Hey y/n! Wanna go see what Clint’s mystery arrows do?” You hear shouted at you from down the hall.

You chuckle, “Yelena...you know he would kick our asses right?” 

“Oh c’mon...Kate said she knows his weapons vault combo…” She says in a quieter voice as she approaches you.

“Lena…”

“Ok ok fine...I’ll convince you one day!!”

You can’t help but smile at how she is always trying to be a bad influence. 

“Speaking of convincing...you ready to go on that date with me yet? I know you said you have to work on yourself when I asked last but it has been around three months and I refuse to give up.” She says with big puppy dog eyes.

You looked a little shocked as you weren’t sure how to answer. Do you say yes? But what if you aren’t ready and then you break her heart? 

Yelena could tell how much you were struggling with answering her, “Ok, ok, you don’t have to-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

A huge smile comes across her face, “Really?! I planned the PERFECT date!”

“Already?”

“I have had a lot of time about this ok.”

“You’re adorable. Does tonight work?”

“Of course! I will pick you up from your room at 6.” she says with a smile as she bolts down the hallway back to her room.

-- Fast forward to 6 --

*knock knock* 

You open your door and Yelena is standing there looking absolutely gorgeous. She has her hair up in a double pony and is wearing an oversized green-ish blue blazer overtop a white tank with tight black pants and black platform boots. You tried not to look like a total idiot and closed your mouth after staring at her with it wide open for a moment or two. 

“Wow..you look amazing,” she says. 

“Thank you, so do you,” you say as you feel the redness flush your cheeks.

“Follow me,” Yelena says with a smile as she holds out her hand. 

She leads you to the other end of the compound where the theatre was. She opens the doors and you see she arranged a picnic with all of your favourite snacks and drinks with lots of pillows, blankets and sweats in case you wanted to wear something more comfortable. 

“Now look, I know you are a huge Star Wars nerd and that wizard boy with the lightning bolt nerd so I got both of those and you can pick which one you’d rather watch.”

“Wizard boy with the lightning bolt eh?” you say with a chuckle. 

“Ha. Ha. Don’t tease me, I am still catching up on some of these pop culture things.”

“Harry Potter Lena. Harry. Potter. Only one of the biggest franchises ever created.”

“Whatever you knew what I meant.”

You giggle, “well, this really is amazing, thank you.” you say as you turn and look her in the eyes. 

She smirks, “So, this is romantic enough for you?” 

“Hmmm…I don’t know I think we are missing a violinist to serenade us and sparkly twinkle lights,” you say with a serious face. 

Yelena just looks at you as her eyes widen. “Omg, Yel, I’m joking! This is amazing, thank you.”

A sigh of relief followed by a slight chuckle comes out of her mouth. 

The two of you sit down to watch the wizard boy with the lightning bolt and eat tons of snacks as you do. 

“This night was really amazing, I had a great time,” you say as the credits start to roll.

“Me too.” She says with a smile. 

She leans in to kiss you and when her lips land on yours it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. The two of you pull away and smile as your foreheads lean against each other. 

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do that,” Yelena says.

“Me too.”

-- The End --

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

Mechanic!Mammon has been living in my head rent free ever since I saw your og posts! I love it so much.

I can just imagine him rag sticking out of his back pocket, hands dirtied with grease, and a smile on his face as he leans over the engine, wrench in hand. He's got music playing over a stereo or radio he brought outside as he hums along with the tunes as he works.

Then you come out and bring him a drink cause you know this man hasn't paid attention to how much time has passed and really needs to take a break to eat, but hydration first. And he take it, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of black grease across it and gives you the biggest smile as he grabs the glass and nearly downs the whole thing.

And you stay, watching him, handing him a tool occasionally as he works. You climb into the driver's seat and press on the brakes for him when he asks so he can check that it's working right. You toy with the car radio that he finally got wired back up correctly and make sure to save your favorite channel (and his too, if you're feeling generous) so it's all ready to go. And then dinner rolls around, so you help him put away his tools and parts and help him pull the cover over the car for the night. And just before you both enter the house again, you reach up and wipe that grease mark that's been resting on his forehead, which he gives you shit for not telling him earlier, but you just smile.

Ahhhhh, Mechanic!Mammon owns my heart and soul!!!

I'd say I'm sorry, but you seem to be enjoying it, and I'm enjoying talking/thinking about it too!

!! Yeah, because Mammon isn't afraid to get dirty with using his hands (example in Accessories in Abundance and Christmas Tree), he probably wouldn't mind getting a bit of oil and grease and whatnot on him, but my thoughts go to what he would wear. Like, an unzipped mechanic suit revealing his chesticles is hot, but he isn't exactly going to have that kinda outfit at home. Plus, his other clothes are super expensive brand-named things, so he wouldn't casually wear those. So, I've thought of something as a stand-in: baggy jeans with a tank top and an open, kinda oversized button-up shirt with the sleeves messily rolled up. Maybe he even has something to keep his hair back! Like a headband so you can see his sweaty forehead, but him having a forehead matted with wet hair is also very appreciated.

He would definitely be playing metal music or something of that variation or maybe R&B that fits the mood for working on a car and getting amped up. He would definitely be humming to the music. He would also probably hit a high and use a wrench or something as drum sticks if he's listening to metal music!

Like, just give the man a gallon of water or hell lemonade, because if I know one thing about working on cars is that people get sweaty.

I would like to think that Mammon is handy with tools because I believe canonically he works on his own car, but I find it immensely funnier if he doesn't know the technical names for all the tools besides a wrench and the standard screwdrivers and stuff. So, he's telling you he needs that tool that looks like a wrench and functions like a wrench but isn't a wrench, and you're guessing what the hell he's talking about because there are standard wrenches of various sizes and different looks. You hand him what you think he's talking about, but he'll tell you no, no, it's the one that's bigger, the one that's got little, like, teeth in the opening, it's got an adjustable piece that helps it widen or close for the bolts and nuts. It's a spanner, btw.

Lmaooo, imagine as you're sitting in the car waiting on him to tell you to tap the breaks and you accidentally hit the accelerator pedal and scare the shit out of him because the engine revs super loudly but makes a choked noise and some clanking. You both think you just choked the car to death but it was just the engine having loose parts and not having been used in a while. He fusses at you because you scared him, but you remember his face too hilarious from being startled to really listen beyond being more careful.

Mammon is covered in sweat and grease and other car liquids and kinda smells like oil, so what if he showered because Lucifer wouldn't let Mammon come strolling in as a hot, stinky mess, and you joined after he washed himself off? :3c

I already have so many AUs with Mammon but this one has main control and it's going places!

[honey--fics]

Worth it - Jotaro x Reader

(Cw: choking, a bit of blood, degration, face fucking)

Word count: 1.8K

Getting degraded and fucked silly in a hotel and then caught afterwards🙏🙏🙏

🍒

The hotel is dark and silent, with bright moonlight spilling into your tiny hotel room—the other crusaders sleeping soundly in the nearby rooms. All, that is, except your lover, Jotaro Kujo.

The knock on your door that you had been anticipating finally arrived, and you leapt to your feet to answer it. You have a lot of pent-up emotions and thoughts as a teenager—wanting only to just to set them free. Fortunately, Jotaro needs to as much as you do. As a result, you and him established an unspoken routine that only the two of you were aware of.

When you were staying in hotels, you could have one midnight visit from each other.

It should be bitterly cold—after all, Egypt was like an iceberg at night—but you're hot. insatiably hot as you softly pull open the creaky door and hastily, and Jotaro connects his lips with yours, shutting the room door with his forearm and making you stumble backwards in shock.

You kiss him back—making out deliciously with your lover as he leads you slowly onto your soft hotel bed, loving how his lips slotted perfectly with yours. You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him tug the black trench coat off his shoulders before he pins you onto the plush white quilts of the hotel bed. You wrap your legs around his waist and you part your lips from his with a gasp, filling you burning lungs with much needed air. His kisses were always so addicting.

His soft raven hair was tousled and his black trench coat lay carelessly on the floor as you looked into his dark teal eyes. As he gently kisses your lips again, you run your fingers through his hair and play with the wavy locks.

"that was fast."

As you purred, an annoyed grunt vibrated from his throat, eyes half-lidded. That is, before he lowered his head and rolled his hot breath over the crook of your neck, pressing his lips against your skin. He planted tiny kisses on the pillar of your neck and began sucking hickies near your collarbone, working his way up and abruptly shutting you up.

You hum with satisfaction as he marks your throat, pulling his hair and craning your neck in the opposite direction to allow him more access. Low moans and soft sucking sounds filled the room, and arousal started to pool deliciously in your stomach. Jotaro bites the crook of your neck and back, making you scream, before sucking and licking over the bloody mark almost apologetically, his rough hands caressing your breasts.

“Jotaro..”

His hands eventually reach your sides, exploring your body until catching the hem of your oversized shirt and yanking it off, leaving you fully naked. With a click of his tongue, he expresses his dissatisfaction.

“Were you completely naked down there? You were expecting this, weren't you, slut?” The low rumble and degrading words making you sigh with arousal. Your face flushes with embarrassment as you watch him hungrily examine your naked body and moves his hand forward, riveting your nipple between two fingers. You groan softly, enjoying how he teases you and arching to his touch as he leans down to licks a hot stripe across your breast. You bite your lower lip and keep your eyes shut as his hands wander across your stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Several more licks later, He backs away and tosses his loose tank top over his head, carelessly onto the floor. The dull clinking of metal made your heart skip a beat as he loosen his belts as well. You both quickly shifted positions and you admired the deep scars that strewn across his toned stomach and the way his muscles rippled as he moved.

He sat back, his back resting against the wooden headboard as he pulled his cock out of the zipper of his pants. He sighed, stroking it a few times, watching as you positioned yourself over him. It was perfectly long and thick,, flushing red at the tip. You held eye contact with him and got down, wiping your sweaty hands on the bed before conspicuously putting them on his thighs. You press your lips at the base of his dick before slowly sticking your tongue out flat and licking up the vein of it, relishing the heavy, salty taste of his skin on your tongue.

He sighed in pleasure while he watched you take the whole thing into your mouth. He looked handsome even from this angle, his lips slightly parted, watching you intensely with soft red dusting his cheeks.

Perfect.

Your nose will eventually brush against his hip, and your lips will be wrapped around the hilt of his cock. The thick tip grazed the back of your neck, but you bravely overcame your gag reflex, contracting your throat around his length and making him quietly groan, taking a handful of your hair. You batted your eyelashes at him before hollowing out your cheeks and started to go up and down slowly, making him let out a long, drawn out “fuck.”

With the hand gripping your hair, he began to thrust his hips upwards into your mouth—deciding he wanted to set the pace, and that you were going too slow for his liking. You let a muffled moan slip out between your lips while he began fucking your face roughly, your hair in a tight hold as he thrusted ruthlessly into your mouth, a mix of drool and precum dribbling down your chin and onto this pants as you fought your gag reflex, tears welling in your eyes, and running down your face from the pain.

He let out a low chuckle. “You look like such a whore right now.” His cock was rubbing against the inside of your cheek as your tongue swirled around his length. You could hardly breathe as his thrusts became more and more abrasive, the world spinning around you. You were about to pat his thigh and force him to let go, but he let out a low groan and finally pulled your lips away from him—a string of spit connecting your lips to his fully erect and twitching cock.

You pant, trying to catch your breath and begin to rub your thighs together. A pool of arousal is filling your stomach, and all you can think about is taking his thick cock. You rest your hands on his strong thighs and look up at him.

He grabs your chin and rubs the spit and precum on your lips sloppily, sighing at the arousing sight, and gripped your waist tightly while you looked into his darken eyes.

“Please Jojo, please, please fuck me.” You breathe, a whine in your tone. You arch your back while his large hands are gripped onto you, writhing in aching arousal. He clicks his tongue, watching you writhe, begging to be fucked. His jaw clenched and his cock twitched as he watched you start grinding on the sheets under you, and quickly hauled you effortlessly onto his lap.

“You wanna be fucked? I’ll give you some cock, you little slut.”

He brings you up with a bruising grip, and you eagerly align him with your entrance, practically drooling. You try and slowly ease your way down, but as soon as the thick head of his cock is in your cunt, he slams you down, and you both moan in unison as your throbbing pussy is filled to the brim, and your clit is pressed against his pelvis. It was so easy to enter without lube either, since your cunny was practically drooling for him. How adorable. You started moving your hips, not caring how much it stung, letting out shamelessly loud, desperate, slutty moans—bouncing over and over on this cock, loving how he rubbed against your walls deliciously as you slowly adjusted to his size.

Your eyelashes were fluttering and curses spilled from your lips until one of Jotaro’s huge hands squeezed your hip, supporting you, and another wrapped around your throat roughly. “We don’t want the rest of the group to hear you, do we?” He rumbled, the loud slapping of skin on skin filling the room as you both rock your hips, his lips slightly parted and sweat shiny on his skin. He watched the way his cock went in and out of your cunt and lolled his head back, groaning.

With Jotaro’s tight grip on your throat you drool, your lip quivering as pathetic moans leave your lips. The world spun around you because of the lack of oxygen, but you didn’t mind. Not with jotaro's thick cock going in and out of you.

“Jotaro, jojo..”

you pant heavily, feeling your heart race and your clit throbbing—nearing a huge orgasm.

“Please, please, please—oh fuck—I'm gonna cum!”

You whine loudly, biting your lip while your eyes roll back —frantically chasing your orgasm with high pitched moans escaping your lips as whimpers. His hips began snapping forward with more force, and you could tell he was close by the way he panted—his eyebrows furrowed and his sweet groans growing louder.

“Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me.”

He hissed, snapping his hips against you sloppily, his pelvis hitting you clit and making you cry out.

As you clutched his firm wrist with shaking hands, he tightened his grasp, and all it took was another hard slap of his pelvis against your swollen clit to set you off. You scream with delight, gasping as his bruising grip relaxes and grips your cheek, grinding his thumb against your tongue.

Your screams are muffled and a guttural growl escapes him, biting down on your shoulder and releasing. He bucks into your cunny sloppily —shooting loads of his thick white cum inside of you—all the while groaning hoarsely. He quickly releases you from his grip and you gasp, panting for air as he pulls you off of him, and lays you down under the covers next to him, exhausted. He bends over the bed and throws over his oversized tank top for you to wear and tucks his dick back into his pants.

You press yourself against your lover, sighing as he wraps an arm around you. “You were so good for me.” He whispered, massaging your back as you both tried to regain composure, sleepiness plaguing both of you. Eventually though, you both slowly fell into a deep slumber near the crack of dawn.

…

“Come on, we’re late.” Jotaro had his hands in his pockets, back to his usual stoic self as your trembling legs made it through the hallways of the hotel. You smile, babbling about your troubles as if he didn’t fuck you silly just last night. You were wearing a concealer to hide the bruises, cuts, and hickies on your neck, and try your best to control you walking—even though it stings to move your legs. Eventually you make it to them, sitting at a round, clothed table near the entrances of the dining hall, plates full of exotic food. All eyes are on you both as you two get seated next to each other. Suspiciously, you notice their conversation stopped right when you sat down. Joseph elbows his grandson’s ribs, making him glare coldly at the senior.

“What.”

“Sounded like someone had a fun night, eh?”

Jotaro’s eyes widened minimally listening to his grandpa’s chuckles, but he just grumbled.

“Gigi, what do you mean? Nothing happened.” He replied dryly.

Meanwhile, your face heated up, shocked. Were they able to hear you moan? That would be so embarrassing—

“Actually, last night I heard some strange sounds. Originally I thought I was an enemy stand user..” Kakyoin cleared his throat uncomfortably, trying to stay composed. He stirred cream into his coffee while he talked. “Until I heard someone ask jotaro to fuck them.” The red head couldn’t help but let the edge of his mouth slant into a smirk as your face reddened even more. With your face in your hands, you groaned in embarrassment. Your worst nightmare had come true. Even jotaro seemed a bit embarrassed, a finger on the rim of his cap, hiding his eyes as he looked down. He only sat back as Joseph’s booming laughter brought attention from nearby diners.

“Do not worry, ma cherie, atleast you enjoyed yourself. I didn’t know you were into choking..” Polnareff, who was sitting next to you, wrapped an arm around you and snickered. You thought you were gonna cry.

Everyone around you laughed except for you and Jotaro, but it's fine I guess, you can live with this. It was worth it.

[kakejiszka]

Studio Fun

This is my first Jake smut, hope you enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: contains lots of smut, you have been warned.

After changing at least six times, you still hadn't chosen among the three set of clothes that were lying on your bed, surrounded by several other pieces of clothing that together created a mess in your entire room, that smelled like citrus, makeup and despair.

You couldn't help but tremble with anxiety at the sight of yourself in your lingerie in the mirror, after all, the occasion you were dressing for was unprecedented. Should you wear a fancy dress? A slutty short skirt? A rocker leather jacket?

You had hit the jackpot: after a few weeks going out with Jake, he had finally invited you to meet the studio where he and his band rehearsed every week. And furthermore, you would meet his brother Josh and Sam and their friend Danny for the first time. You were nervous, as shit was starting to get serious.

Jake was living rent free in your head. Since the first time you saw him, your standards for men had never been the same, after all, no one could surpass his beauty, talent and charisma. To top it all, he was so romantic: on the three times you went out together, he managed to surprise you even with the simplest things. On your first date, you had coffee together, but he gifted you white roses. On the second date, you two took a walk around the town and he held your hand the entire time. On the third date, where it's socially acceptable to have sex, he took you to a super fancy restaurant with wonderful food. You even wore a beatiful black dress and made sure to wear your best lingerie. But, despite taking you home and kissing you by the door (for the first time), that was it. Maybe he was shy, maybe he wasn't ready, but you couldn't help but feeling a bit disappointed for not spending the night with him.

You chose the skirt. If there was even the smallest chance of you seducing him that day, you were willing to try. You finished the look with a black tank top, which was so tight you didn't feel the need to wear a bra, an oversized jeans jacket and black boots. You applied some eyeliner and mascara.

You called an Uber to the address Jake had texted you and quickly you arrived. Your phone vibrated in your jacket's pocket. "Be there in 15" his text said. You felt your legs tremble during the whole time you spent waiting for him, which seemed like an eternity. Despite all his qualities, it wasn't new to you that Jake Kizka's worst flaw was that he was always late.

You noticed the studio: it was very big and it seemed like a place full of quality equipment. The street where it was located was full of different records and musical instruments stores, what made you realize you were in a part in town where you could find everything that was music-related. As you waited for him, all the thoughts in the world were crossing your mind: what if he's not so into me? What if his brothers don't like me? What am I doing here? What kind of idea was this? Do I still have time to go back home?

"Hey!" you were surprised by a familiar voice behind you.

"Jake!" you said, nervousness resonating in your voice.

"Did I scare you?" he asked, giggling.

"No, I'm okay, it's just that..." you didn't even have to finish what you were saying so that he could understarnd the situation.

"There's nothing to be nervous about, they will love to meet you."

Jake gave you his hand and you held it, now feeling much safer and calmer than before.

You two entered the studio and followed through a long dark hallway. The walls were painted black and were full of band posters and stickers. There were other rooms there and you could hear other bands rehearsing inside them. Jake guided you to the end of the hallway where a small set of stairs took you to the second floor.

For your surprise, there weren't other rooms on the second floor like there were on the first floor. It was a single room entirely, where you could find everything: a big couch, a frigo, technical equipment for recording, vending machines, snooker table, a mini bar, all sorts of things...

A section of the room was isolated by a thick glass wall. Inside it, the walls were covered in acoustic panels and the room was filled with many amplifiers, pedals, instruments and a bunch of other things you didn't know what were called were there.

Lying on the couch were Danny, Sam and Josh, waiting for Jake.

"Goddamnit, finally!" Josh shouted "we waited for like an hour!"

"I was getting ready for her" Jake answered, smirking and pulling you close to him by your waist. You couldn't hide the embarassment on your face.

"What a fancy studio!" you said, trying to change the subject "I didn't know you rehearsed in such a cool place."

"It wasn't always like this, ya know" Josh said while standing up and putting his hands in his pockets "we started playing at our house, but it was starting to get too noisy for miss Karen" he laughed.

"It's true, we had to look for cheap studios, but it was hard to find anything in a small town like Frankenmuth" Sam said.

You all talked a bit and, fortunately, the boys were all very nice. You felt very welcomed by Josh's sense of humor, Sam's big smile and Danny's kindness.

After you got to know them, they entered the acoustic room and started rehearsing. You sat on the couch to watch them and, although you were scared to feel bored, you had a lot of fun with the private show they were performing for you.

You couldn't take your eyes off Jake. What he did to the guitar was phenomenal, sexy and even pornographic. The way he slowly slid his hand over the guitar's neck while sweat drops fell on his forehead were making you cross your legs a bit too hard over the couch.

He noticed you were staring at him and smiled at you through the glass, making you cover your face with your hands out of embarassment. You must have been making a funny face, because he giggled at the sight of you.

After two or three hours of rehearsal, they were done. Although the air-conditioning was making you shiver, they left the room all sweaty. Josh, Sam and Danny went to the frigo to get some beer. Jake went there as well, but he made sure to get one for you too.

"Did you like to watch the rehearsal?" Jake asked, offering you an already open Corona bottle.

"I loved it!" you said, getting the bottle from his hand and taking a sip.

"I was scared you would get bored" he said while he sat by your side on the couch and opened his bottle.

"How could I? I felt very special for watching such an exclusive show!" you said, making him laugh.

For the first time, you noticed what he was wearing: a dark purple silk shirt with the buttons opened showing his chest, as he always wore them. He had tight black cuffed pants and brown boots. On his neck, some long necklaces that reached the middle of his bare chest, and on his wrists a few bracelets. His style was casual and attractive, but goddamn, he looked so fucking hot.

The rest of the day was very fun. You two drank together and talked a lot, what got you even closer to each other. Josh, Sam and Danny played snooker and drank a lot, until they decided to leave.

There were only you and Jake, that were now a bit tipsy and still had a lot to talk about. You noticed that, although you two had already went out before, this was the first time you talked this much. When you realized, you were physically very close: your legs were resting over Jake's left leg and his hand was caressing the back of your head. Your index finger was circling around Jake's bare chest. He looked so great in that shirt.

"Do you wanna see something?" he excitedly asked. You, curious as you were, immediately answered:

"Sure."

Jake stood up and walked towards the platform where there was a panel with a billion different buttons you had no idea were for. After pressing and regulating some of them, he made a sign with his fingers invinting you to join him.

"What does that thing do?" you asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Everything" he playfully answered.

"Everything what?" you asked again, laughing impatiently.

"This is the sound mixer, where we can control everything inside the acoustic room. Bass, treble, autotune, tuning, echo, volume... and so on" while he patiently explained to you, you admired him. He would get so excited when talking about music.

"Wow" you responded, without taking your eyes off his.

"Wanna try it out?" he asked.

"What? Are you serious?" you almost spit the liquid of the forth or fifth beer bottle you were having that day.

"Very serious" he said, looking deep in your eyes.

"Okay then..."

"Put this on" he said, grabbing the two headphones thar were lying on the table over the mixer and handing one over to you.

You did as he said and Jake left you responsible for the sound mixer and ran inside the acoustic room, almost tripping due to his light state of inebriation.

"What is he doing?" you quietly asked yourself.

He shut the door of the acoustic room and got one of the 6 or 7 guitars that were inside. After that, he put on the headphones that he brought with him to the room, turned on the microphone that was resting over a tripod and said:

"Can you hear me?"

The sound came out so loud in your headphones that you got scared and jumped, almost turning deaf. After that, you laughed a lot and so did he.

"How do I turn this thing down?" you asked him, screaming so he could hear you through the glass wall.

"Slide the red button down, on your right. Oh, and you don't have to scream, on your left there's a microphone that's meant for you to talk to me while I'm inside, just hold its button down."

You did as he told you to and laughed at yourself, feeling silly for not knowing how to use those things.

"There. Can I do what I want here?"

"Yeah!" he answered.

Jake started playing a random melody and you played with the sounds, having fun like a child. Distorting, increasing and decreasing the echoes, you two laughing like fools.

When you had enough fun, Jake spoke on the microphone again.

"Did you know this room has an almost perfect acoustic insulation?"

"Almost perfect? Like, no one can hear from the outside?" you said while pressing the mic's button and arching a brow, without believing him.

"Exactly" he said, putting his guitar away "I can scream as loud as I want here, no one will listen. Wanna try it?"

"How do I do that?" you asked, searching for the function among the million buttons on the sound mixer panel.

"Just turn the volume down, all of it."

And so you did. As you turned the volume down, it was getting harder and harder to hear what he said, until you couldn't hear a word. He only realized you couldn't hear him when he saw the surprise on your face, caused by the magic of the acoustic room. You could tell by his facial expression that he was laughing, and you laughed as well.

He made a gesture with his hand, like he asked you if you could hear him. You answered through the mic:

"I can't hear anything! This is amazing!"

He smiled and made another gesture, as if he was inviting you to the acoustic room. You quickly removed your earphones and walked to the door, thinking it would be your turn to stay there as he played with the sound.

When you opened the door, Jake immediately pulled you inside and shut the door with both of you inside. Then, he pressed you against the wall, pinning both of your wrists against it over your head.

You couldn't help but feeling surprised, after all, Jake had never acted like this before. He had always been romantic and careful, so you were pretty curious about his sudden dominating attitude.

He approached his face to yours, whispering close to your ear:

"Wanna test the acoustic of the room's acoustics?"

His tone was everything but innocent. You finally understood where he was getting to, so you decided to play his game.

"How can we test it?" you answered, faking innocence, and he smiled at your acting. So he put his leg in the middle of yours, gently rubbing his thigh against your groin and pressing you even harder agains the foamy wall.

"We can try it the best way possible."

After he said it, he kissed you deeply. His hands let go of your wrists and slowly slid down your arms, all the way to your neck. One of his hands held the back of your head and the other choked you slightly, but strong enough to make breathing a little harder. Your arms, now free of his grip, curled arould his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

The kiss was getting hotter. You felt the hand that held your neck go down to your waist, and the hand on the back of your head gently pull your hair, bringing your head back and making you moan softly. Jake stopped kissing you and smirked, watching your pleasure face.

"They might see us through the glass!" you said, but he didn't pay much attention as he immediately returned to kiss your lips.

"I don't care" he answered, and although it was a bit scary, the fear of getting caught was also thrilling and exciting.

Your neck was completely exposed now, inviting Jake's silky lips which left soft kisses on your skin, making their way to your ear lobes where he gently nibbled. It sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin, something Jake noticed and made sure to show he enjoyed.

"You like this, huh?" he whispered in your ear. You nodded with a small moan, still a little overwhelmed by the situation, but certainly enjoying it.

Jake went back to kissing your neck, now a little faster. The tiny threads of growing beard on his jaw scratched your face, the sensation was even more arousing. You were so focused on that that only later you realized that his hand wasn't on your waist anymore, but was grabbing your ass.

Your body was warm, but you had chills. The mix of sensations Jake was causing on you gave you so much pleasure, but at the same time it was torturous. It wasn't enough, you wanted more and he knew that, but he wanted to keep you waiting.

Jake put both on his hands on your ass, squeezing it hard and making you moan softly. But after a short period, you felt his hands leave the place, which surprised you. Only then you realized he was taking off your jeans jacket and tossing in on the floor. The black tank top you were wearing left your collarbone and your shoulders exposed, which was exactly what Jake's lips were looking for. But before he went back to what he was doing, he took a good look at your newly exposed body part. His eyes traveled from your face to your breasts and there they stood, what got you a little embarassed.

"You're so hot, did you know that?" he whispered, staring even harder at your cleavage and then at your eyes. You smiled and blushed. The way he said those things made you feel a way no other man had ever managed to do to you. "You don't have to feel ashamed..." he said, smirking at your reaction.

His lips met yours again, but only for a short period of time. They quickly moved to your collarbone. His hands were now were wandering around your whole body, moving from your neck to your shoulders, back, waist and ass, as if he was desperate to feel you. Which was amazing, because you were eager to feel his hands all over you.

You also wanted to feel him, so you did as he did: you took one of your hands to the back of his hand and slightly pulled back some of his long brown hair, what made him moan and smile in response. Your other hand traveled through his chest, gently dragging your nails around the small part of exposed skin. My god, he looked so hot in that purple jacket. The only way he could look hotter than that would be without it.

You started to slowly unbutton the shirt, which made him stop kissing you and look at you with a naughty smirk.

"So much hurry!" he giggled.

"You take mine off, I take yours, that's how it works" you answered, winking at him.

He helped you take off his shirt and toss it on the floor, next to your jacket. You enjoyed the view of his shirtless body, staring at it just like he did to you before, sliding your nails and digging them on his torso. He held your hand over his chest, looking deep into your eyes. you were expecting him to say something nasty, but instead he just went back to kissing you, now even more intensely.

He embraced your waist and pulled you closer to him, as if it were possible. Then, his hands slowly moved upwards, passing through your waist and reaching your breasts. He squeezed them softly, making you moan. Your skin, that was already shivered, got even more chills under his touch. You weren't wearing a bra, which made your nipples appear through your shirt. Jake noticed and liked it, since he touched and tweaked them over the thin cloth. At this moment, you were already wet and impacient, but you were only getting a small portion of Jake's sexual expertise.

"Jake..." you moaned in agony between his kisses, suffering with his touches over your clothes. Although it was very hot, the throbbing sensation in your groin was starting to feel unbearable and painful.

"I know, babe" he answered, resting his forehead on yours, without ceasing to fondle your breasts "you're eager, but I'm only getting started."

Hearing that made the situation of your arousal even worse, to the point where if he decided to just lift your skirt and fuck you at that moment you wouldn't even feel pain, so horny and ready you were. He went back to kissing you, never letting your breasts go. But suddenly, you felt him pull your shirt up and reveal your stomach.

He kept on pulling it, enough that your breasts dropped down from your top, due to how tight it was. He watched that pornographic scene without blinking, dazzled. Rapidly he went back to fondling your breasts, only now he took his lips to one of your nipples.

He sucked it gently, making you let go a pleasurable moan. Glad with your reaction, he kept on sucking it, sometimes licking, nibbling and kissing. He moved to the right breast, but without stopping to give attention to the left one, playing with the nipple with his thumb. The saliva he left on the thin skin of your nipple in contact with the air made you feel a little bit cold, but it gave you pleasure.

Jake took his time there, enjoying the sensation he was causing you. You, on the other hand, dig your nails a bit deeper all over his back, feeling his skin also get goosebumps.

Jake finishing sucking your nipples and went back to kissing your lips. He took off your top with a bit of hurry, tossing it on the floor and then pulling you closer to him by your waist. His hands were now back on your ass, but now he started to lift your skirt.

"This short skirt of yours... I spent the whole day thinking about lifting it and fucking you" he said, holding the cloth with the tip of his fingers and raising it slowly. The fingers that lifted the fabric softly scratched your thighs and your hip, making you shiver.

Jake saying those things made your legs tremble with pleasure. You didn't know how good it felt to hear that dirty-talk until it was Jake whispering it to you.

"I wore it thinking about it" you answered, what made him smile in a sexy and predatory way at the same time.

When he lifted your skirt high enough, he slid his right hand over your thigh. He gently slid back and forth towards your groin, torturing you with the desire of his touch. He looked you deep in the eyes with a serious expression, like he was in control of the situation. When you couldn't stand the teasing anymore, he caressed your pussy over your panties.

"Wow, you're soaking wet... I didn't know it was that easy to make you horny, baby."

You looked at him, almost not believing what you had just heard. After half an hour of teasing, he thought it was easy?

"Jake, please..." you moaned in desperation as he now rubbed your clit over the thin lacy fabric.

"I know, love, I'll give you what you want."

Jake pulled your panties down and slid his index finger between your fold, reaching your clit. You were so wet it was slippery inside you, making his job even easier. He then started to rub your clit in slow and circle motions.

You let go a fairly loud moan and, out of embarassment, you covered your mouth with your hand. He took your hand out of your mouth and pinned it against the wall behind you.

"Moan all you want, no one's gonna hear us. Moan loud for me."

And so you did. The harder he rub your clit, the more pleasure you felt and the more you moaned in his ear. He, who was also feeling pleasure, had his lips parted, watching you squirm against the wall.

Jake increased the speed with which he masturbated you, driving you insane. But you also wanted to torture him. Therefore, catching him by surprise, you took your hand to the huge bulge in his pants. He wasn't expecting that, but he enjoyed it.

You stroked his cock, that was very enhanced outside his pants. You were surprised with its lenght.

"You did this to me" he said, grabbing your hand and rubbing it harder against his dick.

But you didn't last for too long, since Jake's expertise in masturbating you was making your legs shake so you couldn't concentrate in anything but your own pleasure. You kept on moaning ach time louder until your orgasm finally hit. The pulsation made you almost scream.

You couldn't help but feel a little embarassed, but the look on his face comforted you and made you realize there was nothing to be ashamed of, since the man was clearly enjoying it.

He removed his fingers from your pussy and licked them. what made you feel another throb of pleasure. Next, he deeply kissed you.

"Fuck, your moans are so hot" he whispered in your ear. You couldn't answer him, since you were still recovering your breath.

Although you didn't say a word, you went back to stroking his erection. Gladly, he let you masturbate him over his clothes, torturing him as he had done to you.

"It's your turn to suffer" you said, and he smirked in response.

"This is nothing, I've been suffering since I first saw you in those tight clothes, your tits almost bursting out of that small top of yours. It was hard to hide how hard I was" he answered, gently pulling your hair behind your back so he could delight himself again with the sight of your naked breasts.

You rolled your eyes, giggling. He always had an answer on the tip of his tongue. But the fact that he said he got an erection only by looking at your cleavage made you feel powerful and sexy.

You kept masturbating him over the thick fabric of his pants, watching him twitch out of pleasure. After a few minutes, you removed his leather belt, tossing it on the floor together with the rest of your clothes. Next, he unzipped his pants himselft and lowered it a little, just enough so that you could see the bulge on his boxers. You could see the tip of his cock, since it had scaped the prison of its tight black fabric, which was already wet with his precum.

You licked your lips at the sight of his rigid cock. You wanted to suck it, but you would make him wait, just like he did to you. You stroked it over his underwear, which was way thinner and allowed you to move up and down much more easily. Jake was panting, anticipation taking over both of your bodies.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he grabbed your hand and put it inside his underwear, surprising you.

"Couldn't handle it?" you laughed.

"I need to feel you" he murmured, almost out of breath.

So you masturbated him, now inside his underwear. You started off slowly, gently touching the tip of his cock with your thumb. It was wet with eagerness. You then started to move more quickly, but the fabric of his underwear was making the job a little difficult, so you impaciently pulled it down, completely revealing his penis. Now that you could see it completely, you masturbated him even faster.

You looked at his face saw the expression of pure pleasure, small groans escaping from his mouth. You smirked and he smirked back, pleased with how much fun you were having while touching him so intimately. You then looked back at his cock and realized you couldn't take it any longer: you had to suck him off.

When he noticed you were getting down on your knees, his eyes widened up in anticipation. Knowing what was about to happen, he helped you take off his pants and underwear and took off his shoes, tossing it all on the floor. Then, he grabbed all of your hair and held it tightly in the back of your head, not letting any strand of it get in the way of you doing your job, but at the same time being able to mildly control your movements.

You slowly licked his entire shaft from the base to the tip, making him shiver and moan. Next, you placed your lips around its head, gently sliding his whole cock inside your mouth. When it reached your throat you gagged, but you kept going. Starting off with slow movements and then increasing the speed, sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes harder, sometimes easier, sometimes just masturbating it while you gathered some air. With one hand you stimulated it, with the other you grabbed his butt. You looked him in the eyes, knowing he was enjoying it. His pleasure facial expression was incredible, only making you want to suck him even more.

You kept going, so eagerly you reached a very high speed, but it didn't last long. He gently pushed your head away from his cock and pulled you up, asking you to stand up.

"If you keep going like that, I won't stand for long, babygirl..." he murmured, catching some air.

"Sorry, I guess I got carried away..." you said while wiping your lips with your hand, making him giggle.

"Don't ever apologize for giving me the best head I've ever got."

Jake gave you a deep and sloppy kiss. Next, he is the one who went on his knees.

Jake laid kisses on your chin, neck, the middle of your breasts, your tummy and, after taking off your skirt and your boots and throwing them on the floor, he kissed your groin. Your body shivered in anticipation, nervous with what was about to happen.

Jake lifted one of your legs up and laid it over his shoulder, in a way he could be face-to-face to your entrance.

Before he got started, he looked up deep into your eyes, grinned and held your hip firmly with one of his hands, while the other squeezed the thigh that laid on his shoulder so tightly you had marks of it the day after.

Jake touched his tongue gently on your entrance, spreading your lips allowing his to explore your pussy. His hot and wet tongue in contact with your soaking folds sent shivers through your whole body, and several others followed it when he started to lick your clit.

The sensation was even better than the one he caused you with his fingers. Which was surprising, since he was a guitar player, you always thought he would be better with his hands. Turns out Jake Kiszka was god with incredible with string instruments and even more skilled in pleasing a lady.

He kept licking your clit, now harder. You, who were already having trouble standing on one leg while getting your pussy eaten like that, reached a tripod that stood nearby, dropping the microphone from it. Your other hand grabbed his light brown hair tightly between your fingers, trying to hold up to something and not lose grip from reality. You two were making a mess in the studio but you didn't mind, for he continued to go down on you and you kept moaning as loud as you could.

But it didn't stop there.

Jake slowly inserted his index finger inside you. You felt your walls clench around his finger as he moved it up and down, hitting your g-spot so easily you regretted not doing this earlier. The mix of sensations his tongue on your clit and his finger inside you were causing on you combined drove you insane. At this point, you were moaning so loudly you completely forgot where you two were. Your eyes were closed and all you could say was Jake's name between groans and breaths.

Jake inserted another finger and started to estimulate you really rapidly, as fast as he was sucking on your clit. Your pleasure had become unbearable and your second orgasm hit like a tsunami, wetting even more your folds and Jake's tongue. Although you had shown him he could stop so you two could move on, he didn't want to. He didn't stop, never allowing your orgasm to reach its end and making your legs shake uncontrollably.

When he thought he had enough he started to slow his movements down, for your relief. When he finally stopped, he laid a soft kiss on your wet entrance as a demonstration of affection and stood up, immediately kissing your lips making you taste your own bitter juices.

"You taste so delicious" he whispered between your lips "I can't get enough of it."

You two kissed once more, now more romanticaly and tenderly. When you two finally caught some breath, you looked at each other and smiled, excited with what was about to happen next.

He then grabbed your hair very firmly, bringing goosebumps to your skin. Next, he whispered in your ear:

"Are you sure you want it?" he asked, you thought it was sweet of him to ask for verbal consent.

"Yeah" you answered, embarassingly anxious.

"Then ask for it."

As he said it, he turned you over, making you face and lean against the wall, your back completely exposed to him. He still had his hand holding your hair very tightly. You moan at his dominance.

He bent you over in a way your ass was tilted up for him. He enjoyed the sight of it, caressing and squeezing it really hard. Next, he rubbed his hard cock over your entrance. You arched your back even more, feeling exposed like that felt hot and thrilling. The sensation of his entire lenght rubbing against your wet folds was torturous.

"Ask for it" he repeated impaciently.

"F-fuck me" you stuttered, nervously enjoying him telling you what to do.

"I can't hear you" he rubbed his cock against you even harder.

"Fuck me, goddamnit!" you shouted, feeling obligated to put all shame aside to please that wonderful bossy man.

"Good" he said in a husky voice, seeming pleased.

Jake finally put the tip of his cock inside you, slowly so your walls could adjust to his size. It wasn't necessary to wait for too long, since you were so horny and ready that he slipped right in. When his entire lenght slid inside you, you felt chills run from your neck to your back. Finally feeling Jake inside you was incredible.

Jake started to fuck you, increasing the speed bit by bit. You impaciently start to move your hips in his direction, showing him he could go faster.

"Oh, you want more, you slut?" he asked, squeezing and then slapping your ass, what would leave a red mark on the next day.

"Yeah..." you moan.

Jake then did as you asked, increasing the speed. You were now fucking really hard, his cock moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. The pressure of his shaft hitting deep into you gave you so much pleasure your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, and your moans had become screams.

Jake slapped your ass again. The pain was intense but extremely hot. He, looking for more pleasure, pulled your hair back even more while his other hand reached one of your breasts, which shook due to the harsh movements you were making. Jake's groans were low, but vibrant and rough. He moaned your name while gasping for air.

"Your pussy feels so tight, so good."

Then, for your surprise, he got out of you. You turned over to him to see what was going on, but he pulled you to the floor before you could say anything. He lied on the floor and placed you on top of him, then putting his arms under his head and laying down, enjoying the view of your completely naked body on top of his.

"Ride me" he commanded, and you obeyed without question.

You began to ride him, getting used to the position before doing it faster. As soon as you managed to find balance, you started to ride him really quickly. That position hit different a different spot inside you, and you could see by Jake's expression that it hit different for him too.

You were fucking him so hard Jake was cursing between his breaths. He put one of his hands on your butt to guide the movements as he wanted to and the other hand on your right breast, holding it and squeezing it. You two kept that position for a while, looking deep in each other's eyes, chills running through your spines.

Jake wanted to change positions again, laying you under him. For the first time you could feel how harsh the carpet felt under your soft skin, only then remembering the place the two of you were. But that didn't matter. Jake leaned on his knees and pulled one of your legs, placing it over his shoulder and going back to fuck you again.

That position was taking you to heaven, what seemed impossible. To make it even better, Jake began to estimulate your clit with his thumb while he slid his cock in and out of you. At that moment, any drop of sanity that you still had disappeared.

"Yes!" you moaned, biting your lower lip.

"Fuck!" he hissed, sweat running down his beautiful face.

He kept fucking you in that position, which didn't take long to make you come for the third time in a row. Your orgasm made you scream and moan his name for the millionth time that afternoon, and that was driving him insane.

"I'm gonna cum" he said, increasing the speed with which he fucked you, not allowing your orgasm to end. The noise your hips crashing against each other was so loud it filled the room.

Jake reached his limit, letting his fluids fill you up inside. You, still experiencing your multiple orgasms, enjoyed the sensation the hot liquid mixed with the bliss caused you. The two of you began to slow the pace, until you fully stopped. Jake laid over you, without pulling out. You two were dripping in sweat, his hair all messy and glued to his forehead.

The both of you stood there for a while, catching your breath. He caressed your hair and you stroked his back. When you could finally breathe again, Jake looked you in the eye and you both giggled in complicity.

Jake pulled out and lied next to you on the carpet while holding your hand.

"This was..." he said.

"Wow..." you said.

You two laughed for having spoken at the same time. You two stood there for a long time, staring each other in the eyes. His dark brown eyes sparkled with joy and both of you were enjoying the serotonin the intimate moment you two had just shared produced, cuddling.

"I think I'm falling for you" Jake said, breaking the silence.

You couldn't hide your surprise in hearing that declaration, but you gave him a big smile in response.

"Me too" you said, unable to contain the huge smile on your face.

"Phew!" he said, laughing "This means we will be able to do this more often."

"Obviously. But can we do it in a more comfortable place next time? This carpet is so rough!"

"You didn't like the studio? But we can make as much noise as we want in here!" he said, comically offended by your preference of having sex somewhere else.

"It has its advantages, yes, but I bet it can't be better than Egyptian silk sheets on a king-sized bed" you said, convinced you knew better than him.

"Okay, you've got a point. But I can't promise I'll be able to provide the Egyptian silk sheets and a king-sized bed by tonight."

You hit his arm and laughed, glad for having found such an amazing partner.