#i had to pump out another one of these today bc the response for my last drawing was sooo nice thank u guys ❤️❤️❤️❤️

[someoldfires]

this one goes out to my slayer!guillermo enjoyers (that includes nandor)

[puck-luck]

May I please request for 1 of Clubs with Trevor Zegras, my sweet Andy? You already know I had to pick my sweet Trevor

Requested by Miss Brynn (@sweetestdesire) <3 xo hope you enjoy

Warnings: dumbification, choking mentioned, angry Trevor, unprotected p in v, MEAN Trevor, degredation, name-calling, mentions of praise ofc bc i love to mix the two <3 WC: 1,026

When Trevor is angry, he stays angry as long as he can. He’s wont to hold a grudge and to come home stewing, especially after a game where he lost or where he felt he didn’t perform well enough. Fortunately, after so much time spent together, and very compatible sexual habits, you know exactly how to react to his bad moods.

It was a surprise the first time it happened– Trevor had been close to coming, his hips pumping into yours at an unreal and unrelenting pace. His hand was squeezing your throat in the way you’d always loved and begged for. You were lightheaded, eyes rolling back just a bit, and Trevor was taken with the look on your face. 

“Fuck,” he cursed. “You like it when I fuck you stupid, baby?” 

And God, you do. You love it when Trevor gets rough and takes control, barking out orders and then doing it himself when your mind takes just a little too long to process what’s going on. After the first time he mentioned it, it became a regular trope in your escapades: Trevor doing everything he can to render your head empty, then gloating about it. 

Which is how you got here today. Trevor got into a few verbal spats with a guy on the other team, which eventually culminated in a brawl in the third period that left Trevor’s feathers ruffled. He came home stewing, mumbling about this guy who had it personally out for him from the get-go and he doesn’t know why. You were in the crowd at the game, so you saw something similar and you didn’t know why either, until one of your more hockey-friendly friends texted you and said that Trevor’s enemy had played for the Ducks one upon a time. You didn’t know if they ever overlapped– and it turned out that their careers didn’t. So the anger and resentment didn’t make much sense to you, even at the end of the night. 

What did make sense to you was that you were in for a long night. You shouldn’t have felt as excited as you did. You shouldn’t feel as excited as you do.

You’re in the midst of it now. Trevor has you bent over the kitchen counter– you couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. He’s fucking into you from behind and the skin of your behind is warm from the number of times that Trevor’s palm has made contact with it. His slaps are harsh and mean, even. He knows your boundaries, so he’s not pushing past them. His frustration has always been welcome in this way– while his cock is inside you, or when it’s about to be. 

“Put your leg up,” Trevor commands. 

You’re already on your tiptoes, trying to find leverage against the counter. Your mind is delaying like you’re listening to a different language that you don’t quite understand. After a minute, you lift your leg and try to hook it along the counter. The surface is slippery, so your leg falls and you have to try again. 

Trevor helps, just a tad. His strong hand goes to the back of your thigh, pressing your leg into the hard edge of the marble. There’s no give and it’s digging into your skin, likely leaving a mark, but you don’t care. The new angle has your vision turning spotty from pleasure.

“Pathetic,” Trevor spits out, although the insult sounds much more like praise in your deluded mind. “Look at you. You can’t even do what I ask without help.”

You moan his name wantonly, acknowledging his words with the sound. 

It’s too quick of a response for Trevor– he hasn’t rendered you dumb enough. He wants your mind to lag for even longer, so he delivers another smack to the globes of your ass before bringing his hand to the back of your head. He pushes your head until your cheek is flush against the cool tile, the sensations competing in your mind and confusing you further. All the while, Trevor is working his hips faster and harder. His cock plunges into your heat with lewd noises and brutal meetings of your g-spot and his tip. 

“Shut up,” Trevor growls. “The only thing I want to hear out of you are screams, baby. I’m going to fuck every last thought out of this pretty little head. I’m going to make you come so hard that you can’t even fucking speak.”

He pushes your head once more before pulling back and securing his hold on your waist, able to keep you in place to better meet his thrusts. He bends at the waist enough for his lips to meet the curve of your shoulder. He kisses in a moment of sweetness before he mouths over your skin, scraping his teeth along and biting down as you try to push yourself up and lean into his touch. He’s going to leave a mark, and better yet, you want him to.

“Fucking cock-dumb,” he mutters after he unclenches his jaw. He lathers his tongue over the bite, then stands so that he can use his whole force to fuck into you. You’re close and he shows no signs of stopping. 

You know that even when you come, he’ll keep going until you’re releasing over him again and again. It’s lucky– you’re able to clean the tile floor much faster than your bedsheets. In fact, just when you think you’re done, Trevor will probably fuck you senseless again, on your hands and knees on the kitchen floor. But that’s all still to come– for now, there’s a sting in your shoulder and burning heat across your ass. There are still some words floating around in your brain, but they slowly, slowly, slowly evaporate into atomic-sized particles. There was something here, once… before Trevor started fucking you. It’s hard to remember what. You’re all consumed by the boy behind you, with his biting words and lethal thrusts. It’s only once he’s said that you’re good, his good girl, that you understand that you’ve come underneath him for the first time and soon, you will again.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober 16

Kink: Role play (Doctor + patient)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

warnings: SMUT, roleplay (doctor and patient), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, would 10000% be medical malpractice, improper use of a stethoscope, established relationship, 20000% cheesy, laughing during sex (not in a kinky or mean way just bc Dean almost ruins the moment haha), not beta'd

summary: You and Dean introduce roleplay to the bedroom to try out one of his fantasies. Dr Sexy is in the house

word count: tba

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; comments, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

A/N: I am SO sorry ... not really, happy Kinktober! Just a quick one :) - Love, Grem x

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You were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face when your boyfriend walked in with the doctor coat on and a stethoscope around his neck but, you managed it. It wasn’t until he announced himself as Dr.Sexy, that you bit back a smile and luckily,  Dean was too deep into character to notice.

He was shirtless underneath but unfortunately the coat was buttoned. For now.

“What can I help you with today?” Dean’s tone is low as his eyes rake your form, sat diligently on one of the dining chairs you had snagged from the common room earlier that day. You had worn a low cut shirt and a miniskirt, both of which left very little to the imagination and flaunted the top of your thighs beautifully. You’re not nothing, if not well-prepared.

You cast your eyes up at Dean, pouting slightly. “Well, doc, you see I’m having trouble with cumming.”

Dean, or Dr. Sexy, immediately tenses, watching you bat your eyelashes up at him. He fights desperately not to curse and break character, but shit, the way you look right now has him hard already.

You spread your legs a little wider, miniskirt riding up ever so slightly. Deans breath hitches at the sight of your bare cunt under the miniskirt and his throat is dry.

"Let's see if I can help," he says hoarsely, inching forward. He picks up the end of the stethoscope and presses it to your clit. You yelp at the cold metal on the heat of your clit, but the rush of desire you feel is

Dean slips one finger into your pussy, curling it to reach that sweet, spongy spot that makes your toes curl. You tilt your head back biting back moans when he adds a second finger, stretching you wider over his fingers.

"Fuck, Dean-"

"Doctor," he corrects smugly and your lip twitches.

"Oh, doctor," you mock back. Big mistake.

Dean's thumb brushes your clit sending a wave of pleasure up your spine that makes you moan loudly. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, making Dean hiss as he pumps you with the always present tenacity he has.

But then he removes his fingers entirely, leaving you hollow and panting. You bite back a small whine which turns into a loud curse when Dean sinks to his knees and buries his face into your dripping core without a second thought.

Your hand slips into his hair holding him in place as his warm tongue gently teases your folds before swirling your clit. You move your legs to rest on his shoulders, watching him eat you out like he hadn't eaten for days. His green eyes meet yours from where he sits and you can feel a smug grin form against your heated, wet skin.

"Trying out a different prescription," He teases. Your mind falters and you frown, about to hit him with a comeback, but Dean goes right back to sucking at your clit. You heave breaths, the sounds your both making turning you on even more. When Dean re-adds his fingers you half scream in ecstasy.

"Dammit, you're so tight." He murmurs, taking another long languid lick.

"Dean," you huff impatiently, your eyes pleading.

Dean pulls away from you, face covered in spit and cum, grinning ear to ear. "Maybe you need some vitamin D instead."

You grimace and kick feebly at him, biting back a grin of your own. "Shut up."

Dean chuckles, eyes twinkling up at you from between your legs. He presses a soft kiss inside your thigh before standing up to unzip his pants.

"Okay, okay. Less talking, more action. Noted."

[ficfanatictrf]

If it ain't to much trouble could I pretty please get a little sum sum for viktor feeling a bit down with his s/o? Like he's doubting himself bc he feels like he isn't enough because of his disability and how it holds him back from doing a lot of things/doing things normally the way other people would? Like spending time and going out with them, sex and not getting tried after a short time ect ect

Cupcakes and Sweet Milk

Summary: Viktor was always the perfect lover, always the most supportive. This time, it was your turn to support him.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N - I got done with everything that I needed to do today and with Adderall pumping through me I was able to finish this in one sitting.

Thank you so much for the request! I hope that this was alright. I defiantly also have another idea that is similar but it a lot more dark as it is inspired by the song 'God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner. I will try to move that up in my list of things to write.

Over time, as your relationship with the inventor had grown closer, you had seen the small cracks in the perfect facade that Viktor showed to the world. 

He was intelligent, a genius, able to understand concepts even outside his own field of study after a little bit of time with it. Even as your own focus was on a completely separate area of science, he was able to help with your studying. 

He was incredibly sophisticated, calm under pressure and always seeming to have the right things to say whenever you were going through a hard time. With ever the observant eye, he could tell when you were feeling off and without a word about it, would do something to solve the problem for you. From getting you a coffee you needed even though you had tried to seem like you weren’t tired, his gentle hands working on a knot in your neck as you worked away at a problem…or getting onto someone for being too harsh in their critique of your work. 

He was always there for you, always taking care of you and making sure you felt safe and happy. 

So as you started to see the little cracks in his own actions, it had slowly started to fall together just why he was so dedicated to doing everything he could for you. 

He almost never wanted to go with you from one location to the next, it took a while for you to catch onto the pattern of how the two of you would always meet at the destination. Even when you tried to get him to walk home with you, he always had some small errand to run, something that would need the two of you to walk separately. 

It was in a conversation with Jayce that you found out he did that with everyone, stating that Viktor’s response to Jayce at the time had been ‘to keep from holding him up’. 

So slowly you started to be more insistent, refusing to leave his side on your way to and from the school to your shared apartment. The first few walks were indeed slower, all the while you could see just how uncomfortable Viktor was as he tried his best to both walk faster and make it seem as easy for him to do as possible. But as you started hinting how you enjoyed the longer walks, when the two of you could relax and simply talk, you had been able to get him to go at a pace that was better for him. 

And slowly, over time, you didn’t have to sneakily convince him to allow the two of you to walk together, he simply assumed the two of you would. 

However, you also noticed how he refused to touch you in public. 

If there was one thing about Viktor that you had needed some adjustment too, it was how touchy he could be. In the lab, your shared apartment, even sometimes on dates; you found that you had needed to get used to his touch starved attention. 

So as the new tradition of walking to and from his lab became a staple in your lives, it was a little jarring to find that he had not attempted to touch you once. Not to reach out to hold your hand, not to wrap an arm around your waist. Nothing. 

And like you had before, you would just make the thing happen. 

Only, this time as the two of you were walking down the busy street, as soon as your hand was wrapped around his own it was wrenched free. 

That would have hurt your feelings, that is, if you didn’t watch how the man’s attention wasn’t on you, but on everyone else around the two of you. The man’s darting around quickly to see if anyone was looking at them before he finally addressed you, all be it in a soft whisper. 

“Please, don’t. Not in public…” 

“And why not?” You countered, not willing to let this slide as his reaction just didn’t make any sense to what you had known about him. 

“Why not?” He parroted, not really being used to you verbally continuing a topic that he asked you to drop. He didn’t ask for it often, which was why you had always been strategic about how you went about things, but this was one of the rare moments you just weren’t budging. 

“We…they will see that we are together…” He whispered, golden eyes sinking down to the ground. 

Wait, not down to the ground - to his leg. 

“You don’t deserve to hear them whisper about you being with the..” Viktor stopped himself from finishing the thought, but it wasn’t hard to see where he was going with it. 

The cripple. 

You had heard him call himself that. And it wasn’t just you that had heard it, Jayce having mentioned to you before that Viktor had called himself that when the two had first started working together. 

Viktor had never seemed to feel bad about his issues, he had always just stated them as facts. He was a brunette, he loved science, he was from the undercity…he had been born with a limp. Every time he had mentioned these things before you had not seen a hint of shame or embarrassment. 

Yet, now as you watched him glanced up from his leg to the people passing by, that was all you could see on his face. The panic that someone would be looking at the two of you, whispering so that the people walking by wouldn’t pay the two of you any attention. 

“Do you think I will be embarrassed by you?” 

That seemed to rattle the man, Viktor’s eyes snapping to your own as that was not at all what he thought. Before a word had been able to be formed, he was shaking his head, quickly wanting to let you know that you didn’t believe you had such negative thoughts about the two of them. 

“No no, of course not” 

“Then stop acting all skittish and hold my hand” You said, sticking your hand out for him to take it. “I want to hold the hand of the smartest, most handsome, kindest, drop dead gor-” 

“Enough, I understand. I concede" Viktor stammered, hastily reaching out to take your extended hand, all the while a deep blush was creeping up his neck and cheeks. 

Satisfied, you couldn’t help the small smirk that grew on your face, though you hardly made it down a single block before you had wanted more. Slipping your hand free, you were quick to take hold of his arm, placing a peck to his cheek as he did so. 

Like every single kiss before that one, you watched him melt. His mind would stall for a second, a lopsided and dopey grin would slip free before he tried to hide it away by either coughing into his hand or by biting his bottom lip. 

“Man, I can’t believe it. I can’t get a date and that damn gimp has one”

“Bet they’re only like a caretaker or something, you know, hired to pretend to care about him” 

“You are only saying that to make me feel better.” 

“Or because it is true. Really, you think anyone would willingly be together with someone like that? Bet he can’t even get it up, you know I’ve heard that guys with leg issues have other issues in the same area.” 

You had seen the nervous glances that Viktor had sent your way, the barely whisper apology that he spoke. However, it was at the last comment that you stopped, nearly causing the three guys behind you to nearly run into you in the process. 

“Not that our relationship is any of your goddamn business!” You started, having let go of Viktor’s arm so that you could turn to fully face them. And as you took a step closer, your hands shot out to grab and yank at two of their collars so that they were forced to bend down slightly. 

“There is a reason you ain’t with nobody, because all three of you are worthless pieces of shit and everyone can tell. It is very likely that your very glance in the direction of a woman causes her to have a barren womb . Let’s do some reality checks here” You hissed, all the while Viktor trying to gently pull you away. Though as he pulled your hand free, that only resulted in you smacking the one hard on the top of the head as you continued. 

“You have any idea how pathetic it must be to be you?! Everyone out and about this street just wanted to have a good day, get the things they need done, but your head pops off the pillow in the morning with ‘how can be a professional victim today?’. Clearly your parents never relayed the fact to you that, guess what, your opinion isn’t worth that much!” 

Two enforcers were making their way towards the group of you during your speech, one of them sliding between the two groups to break out the berating that you were sending their way. 

“Now, now, break it up” 

“Get that crazy bitch away from me” One of them said, trying to fix their collar only to find that you had ripped two of the buttons off of it when you had yanked it earlier. 

“Hysterical coming from the group that was following someone with a cane to harass them” You lied, not even caring that you were messing with the truth a little as the two enforcers glanced over at Viktor and just assumed that your story was more likely to be correct. 

Now, instead of being a neutral party, body language showed that they were a little more protective of you than they were the three men. And as they saw this shift in attitude, the gravity of the situation dawned on them just how much trouble they were likely to get into if they were changed with harassment. 

“How about you three just head on your way.” The larger of the two enforcers growled, a smirk working its way onto your face as you watched them flinch back at just how intimidating the man was. 

Making a hasty retreat, the three turned and sped away, the two enforcers wishing you both a better day before they headed in the same direction, most likely to keep an eye out on what the group was doing. 

Neither of you said a word as you made the last little bit of the journey back to the apartment. And as you entered, you felt nothing but guilt well up inside as you watched the normally always bright and sunny man silently slip into the bedroom. 

You had been an embarrassment, you knew that the moment the adrenaline wore off. So as you peaked through the crack of the bedroom door, seeing the man curled up in the blankets, you had already assumed that you were sleeping on the couch that night. 

However, you still wanted to make him feel better…but how did you do that? 

A soul crushing guilt started to take hold as you weren’t sure what to do to brighten his mood. He had always been the one to know how to fix your’s, so with his nearly always sarcastic humor, you had never needed to do this. 

Going through your list of things he liked, you started to compile a list…though some of the things were completely useless to think about. You knew that he liked the docks and boats, not really being helpful at the moment. Of course he loved his sciences, but was mentioning his work really the best solution right now? 

You had landed on the sweet milk that he liked, biting your lip as you went off of the memories of him making it to try and make it correctly. As you poured the milk into the mug, you couldn’t help but panic at the final step you remembered. He always sprinkled on a little bit of a dark brown powerd…which now looking at your cabinet, that could be cinnamon or cocoa power…fuck. 

Hazarding a guess, you went for chocolate, assuming that since the chocolate flavor would be sweeter and with his sweet tooth it would be the most likely answer. Hopefully. 

Bring that as well as the last cupcake that you had been saving, figuring that he deserved it more at this moment, you softly knocked on the door before making your way to the mass of blankets. You had expected to receive an angry scolding for your actions earlier..only to find Viktor quickly hiding his face, but not before you saw the remnants of tears on his cheeks. 

Nervousness gone, your priority was on the man before you and making sure that he was alright. 

“Hey hey hey, no hiding-” Setting the plate and cup down on the bedside table, you knelt down on the floor as you gently cradled his cheeks in the palms of your hands. And as you softly held his cheeks, the words spilled out like the tears that spilled free as well. 

“I’m so sorry. It is all my fault, I knew something like this would happen. I just knew it.” 

“How in the world is this your fault?” 

The man had to be just shaken up from the interaction, sure he was from the undercity, but you frankly couldn’t understand how his brilliant mind would attribute some bastard’s actions being something he had to apologize for

“They only picked on you because of…of me” He sniffed softly, going to pull away from your touch only to find that your grip wasn’t budging. 

“No no, my dear sweet Vitya, no” Wanting to use his childhood name to bring him some source of comfort. Peppering soft kisses at where his tears were, you ever so gently slipped onto the bed beside him, finding that as you did so the man reached out to latch to you. 

“My dear…Šikovný?” You asked softly, not sure if you were using the term right as you had constantly been trying to learn more of his language. Though, at the breathy chuckle in response you could only assume that it hadn’t been correct. 

“Your dear clever? I am not certain what you were trying to say, Solnyshko” It seemed to at least get him a little out of the funk that he had found himself in. Even if it was at the expense of your pride. 

“...I was trying to call you a clever boy…” You muttered, the soft chuckle only seeming to get a little louder as you had been completely off. 

“That would be múdry chlapec, smart boy” He teased, knowing that as soon as you realized that you had been completely off your face was going to erupt a bright red like a tomato. 

“...you’re kidding me..” 

As Viktor tried to stifle his laughter his only response was a soft shake of his head, his hair softly bouncing in the process. 

“Your efforts were appreciated none the less.” 

Scoffing at his words, you sat up to reach for the items that you had brought with you, turning to find that as you had sat up Viktor had as well. Inquisitive eyes shifting to the plate that held the cupcake that he knew you had been saving. And as you saw the moment to explain, you gently placed the warm cup in his hands. 

“I wanted to do something to help you feel better, so I attempted to make your sweet milk” You said, filled with both excitement and worry about how it would turn out. Then Viktor, seeing this, was quick to take a large gulp without another word. 

For a moment there was nothing but silence, it seemed to be a struggle for the brunette to force it down. All the while a plethora of emotions flashed through his eyes as he did his best to keep his expression neutral. 

“Well…eh…” He started, ever so slightly tipping the cup to inspect what exactly was inside. Even from the angle you were sitting you could tell that in the milk were little pieces of solid milk, it being unknown to you that since you had heated it too quickly that you had curdled the milk. 

“It’s an…interesting variation” As he took in another small sip, to try and get it all down, he couldn’t help but notice the odd flavor that was coming from the topping. “And, the cinnamon, is it old by chance? It tastes a little…off” 

“Cinnamon? Shit…” That earned you a worried expression, stopping mid sip. “I thought you had used cocoa powder…” 

That seemed to be that final bit of information that broke his resolve. Leaning across the bed to the other side table on his end, he placed the cup out of reach before bringing his attention back to you. 

“My darling, my ever perfect love, I will teach you how to make sweet milk…till then, please don’t attempt to do it again, at least not without me present” He chuckled softly, hands coming to run small circles in an attempt to comfort you

“Fucking stop it!” You finally cracked, unable to keep your voice calm. “You always put me above everything that is happening and I did this for you! You were the one that was hurt today, you were the one they were picking on, I am trying to make you feel better! To get you to talk to me about it” 

“Oh I can tell” His voice was light and calm compared to yours, not at all bothered by how you exploded. It was just how you were, he was quiet and collected while you tended to be loud and bouncing from idea to idea. Though as he saw that this wasn’t going to be fixed by just a simple joke, a sigh was exalted before he decided to open up. 

“I’ve told you about my childhood, how friends were not really a part of my early life. The small times I had friends, I saw how the other kids treated them, picking on them for playing with me. Even if we are adults I knew that similar bullies, even if they were older, would harass you in the same manner.” 

You took his hand into your own, giving a gentle squeeze to remind him that you were there for support as he delved into his own insecurities. 

“As I got older, a teenager, I heard from the others about their sexual encounters. From deduction alone I couldn’t help but grow worried. They spoke about their own…releases, the time it took for them to reach it on their own, and I always found that my times were far longer. So I looked into the research on the topic, finding that there were indeed cases where men born with my..condition would have complications. They never specified the exact details of what they were, but I had not wanted to look into it more at the time.” 

You pushed down a laugh, not wanting to butt into his story when you had the answer to that. 

“ I only worry about you not getting everything you deserve from a relationship. You deserve a man who can protect you, who doesn’t embarrass you in public, who can satisfy you in bed…” He trailed off, you just not able to hold the information any longer. 

“Viktor, baby, the ‘complications’ you are talking about are about you not hardening. And, I feel bad that it’s taken you till now to know this…but it is far more embarrassing for the ones you overheard to have such short times compared to your longer one.” 

A quick kiss before you motioned towards the failed attempt at sweet milk to the side. 

“I’m clearly not a good cook, does that make me a failed partner and make you want to break up with me?” You asked, your point clicking instantly in the man’s brain as he scoffed. 

“I see what you're going for. No I wouldn’t so there is no reason for me to believe you would leave me.” 

“Exactly, besides, I think we compliment each other well. You are a far better cook than I will ever be and I’ll be the one that does the protecting. Besides, I find it fun” 

Amber eyes rolled as you pulled him close, knowing he was just being sassy as he sunk into your touch. 

That night, you finally had your chance to pamper the man. He had the cupcake, smiling as his sweet tooth was appeased. As well as being able to curl up with his head on your chest, your fingers softly running through his hair. Slipping off to sleep, you felt such a sense of accomplishment as you had been able to help Viktor for once, already having ideas on how you wanted to brighten up his days from then on.

[sadboi-writer]

Hiii

Could u please request a Dustin Henderson Fluff fic :)

Like reader is Eddie’s younger sibling and is really interested in Dustin and thinks they’re super secretive abt it but Eddie like knows and like same thing w Dustin like he really likes reader but thinks no one knows, does this make sense?? Anyway. Eddie isn’t like super against them going out but keeps a really close watch bc he’s super overprotective of his younger sibling

Sorry if that made 0 sense at all 😭

Hey! This makes perfect sense! I hope you like it!

Deception At It’s Finest

Dustin Henderson x Munson!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, an allusion to sex (just Eddie saying not to fuck in his van), mention of Jason Carver (yes that gets its own warning)

Y/N’s head was thrown back in laughter, and Dustin could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a second. Eddie had made some joke about Jason Carver and it had made Y/N laugh really hard. They had the prettiest laugh, Dustin had decided. But, then again, he thought every single thing they did was beautiful. 

“Henderson!” Eddie snapped

Dustin looked at his dungeon master and realized he’d been staring at Y/N for far too long. 

“Yeah, what’s up Eddie?” Dustin replied, trying to be nonchalant about it

Eddie’s eyes narrowed, “I was asking if anyone had an issue with Y/N joining us for the campaign this week.”

Dustin shook his head, “No, not at all, Why would I have an issue with that?”

“Good.”

Before Eddie could continue, the bell rang. Dustin was quick to grab his things and rush off to physics. 

Meanwhile, Y/N was walking with Eddie and Gareth to their English class. 

“Okay, so Gareth, let me get this right?” Y/N said incredulously, “You like strawberry jelly better than grape?”

“Yeah! You have to try it!” Gareth replied, ruffling their hair

Eddie lightly smacked his hand away, “What they have to try is not making goo-goo eyes at my sheep!”

Gareth snorted in response. Y/N’s eyes widened in horror.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N demanded

“I’ve seen the way you look at Henderson.” Eddie teased

“I don’t look at him in any certain way!” They insisted

Gareth belly-laughed at that, “Oh, little dude, you’ve gotta be joking! You look at him like he’s Rob Lowe and he just proposed!”

Y/N blushed furiously, “Shut up! I do not! And even if I did it’s supposed to be secret!”

They ran off down the hallway, disappearing into their next classroom.

“It’s supposed to be a secret?” Gareth asked

“Shut the fuck up, Gareth.” Eddie replied

After school the kids all headed to Eddie’s van. He had become like their personal chauffeur ever since they’d joined Hellfire. Eddie was leaning against his van as he saw Y/N chatting with Dustin while they walked. He smiled a little.

“Sinclair! You’ve got shotgun today!” Eddie said, forming a plan in his head

Lucas fist pumped the air, “Yes!”

He hopped in the front seat, despite Y/N’s protests. 

“Hey! What happened to family privilege?” Y/N whined

“Awe, Y/N you don’t want to sit with me and Dustybun?” Mike teased

“Just sit in the back today. You get shotgun literally all the time.” Eddie replied, “And sit in the middle seat. You’re the shortest and I need to see when I back out.”

Mike offered the huffy Y/N a hand as they stepped into the van. They were crowded into the center seat, smushed between Mike and Dustin. Not that they particularly minded but they didn’t want Dustin to feel awkward.

Mike lightly shoved them over, “Quit taking all my space! Move closer to Dustin!”

Y/N sighed and shifted their weight more evenly between the two. Eddie stopped at the Sinclair’s house, and Mike hopped out with Lucas.

Y/N went to unbuckle their seatbelt and scoot to the other seat that Mike had just vacated when Eddie swung a sharp left turn, throwing them onto Dustin. 

“Shit, shit, sorry!”

They mumbled apologies to each other as Y/N tried to get themselves upright. Eddie swung another left turn, a mischievous smirk on his face as Y/N was once again thrown onto Dustin.

“Eddie can you slow the fuck down?” Y/N demanded, pushing upright once more

Dustin held their shoulders to steady them as they went around another left. 

“Okay, Eddie, what the hell are you doing?” Dustin demanded, “That’s like the third left turn in a row- fuck!”

Dustin shrieked as Eddie swung right and threw the boy on top of Y/N, both were blushing messes at that point.

“Oh, I’m sorry, was I bothering you?” Eddie taunted

“Fuck off, Eddie.” Y/N groaned

Eddie threw the van into park and swung the keys around on his finger as he got out of the van. 

“Hey, Henderson?” Eddie called before he shut the door

“Yeah, Eddie?” Dustin replied, sitting up off of Y/N

“No fucking in my van, got it?” 

Y/N turned bright red, “Eddie, shut the fuck up!”

Dustin moved and sat away from Y/N. Both were red in the face and could barely look at each other. 

“Right, soooo...” Dustin mumbled

“Yeah, soooo....” Y/N replied

“Was that Eddie trying to... set us up?”

Y/N shrugged, “Either that or just his mortifying way of teasing me.”

Dustin tilted his head, “Teasing you for what?”

Y/N blew a raspberry and sighed, “Having a crush on you.”

Dustin was silent for a moment, and panic started to settle in Y/N’s chest. They shook their head and made to get out of the van, when they felt Dustin’s hand gently grab their wrist. They turned to look at him, he had the widest smile on his face.

“God, I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.” He said

Dustin pulled Y/N into a soft kiss. Both just enjoying each other’s company. They were interrupted by repetitive banging on the outside of the van, accompanied by Eddie’s voice.

“No! Fucking! In! My! Van!” He shouted, slamming his hand on the roof to punctuate his point

Dustin slid the door open with a doofy grin on his face.

“No fucking in here,” Y/N assured him

Eddie smiled, “Good. Now, Henderson, how ‘bout we have a little chat about you dating my little Y/N/N?”

Dustin turned pale as Eddie grabbed his shirt and pulled him into the trailer. Y/N giggled and followed after them, making sure Eddie didn’t scare the boy too much. 

[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

[zekeluvr]

i,, i’m going through an eren brainrot rn and i was hoping if i could request a sub n very needy eren x f!reader. something along the lines of him pissing off the reader and she teases him to the max and eren’s just begginggg ; and then reader gets herself off without letting him release and he’s just cryinG AGGHHABA I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE <//3 ty have a nice day ≧ω≦

oh lord................................... i have to....................... think alot oh god,,, also college au bc head empty <333

vvv nsfw under the cut vvv

today has been so fucking stressful for you. class has not been treating you well and your asshole of a boyfriend has been acting more like an asshole than usual. you loved him, of course you did, but god did you wish he would shut his fucking mouth sometimes.

you often confided in your dorm-mate, ymir for advice, causing her to just laugh and nudge you with a: “sorry can’t relate, my girlfriend is basically an angel on earth.” to which you respond with a snicker and nudge her back.

you often wished you had what historia and ymir had between them with eren but he had a weird charm that had you fall for him in the first place. 

you had a free period sandwiched between two lessons of english literature. so, instead of going back to your dorm for a nap or to the nearest starbucks, you spent it in the library with a classmate of yours. she was quite standoffish when you first met her. a short blond who intimidated nearly everyone around her. 

you were one of the few lucky ones who were able to get close to her. the other two being a jock and his sidekick but more into that later. 

sighing as your phone buzzed against the wooden table, you saw the multiple notifications from eren pop up on screen. your eye twitched as you tried focusing on studying and annie let out a small chuckle at your reaction. 

“problem in paradise?” she mused, watching as you tensed for a second before letting out a deep breath.

“man, i don’t know.  i love eren but-” you were about to go on until annie kicked you under the desk, jutting her head towards the right. you furrowed your brows, looking behind you to see your boyfriend enter with his two friends.

“speak of the devil.”

“y/n.” eren smirked, taking a chair and spinning it around, sitting down with his legs on either side. his arms rested on the top of the back of the wooden chair. “whatcha doin’” his head cocked to the side to look at you, like a lost puppy.

his hair was slowly falling out of his bun, causing small strands to frame his face. you would be lying if you said he didn’t look ethereal.

“im studying, jaeger.” you let out, running a yellow highlighter along a few keywords, keeping your eyes on your textbook.

eren rolled his eyes in response, peering over the chair to take a look at your various notes before snorting. “fuckin’ nerd.” 

you threw a look over at him. could he not take anything seriously? “don’t you guys have somewhere to be maybe? like i don’t know, catching up with professor erwin?” annie spoke up, causing all of you to have a moment of shock. armin nodded, agreeing with her, tugging on eren’s hood.

“they’re trying to study, c’mon don’t bother them.”

mikasa was silent, giving you an apologising smile. 

“bother my own girlfriend? more likely than you think, but yeah, my brother will be on my ass if i miss another fucking meeting.” he sighs, giving you a playful two finger salute before rushing off with the other two. you slumped into your chair.

“sorry annie-” 

“just teach him a lesson or something, if you catch my drift.” she mumbles quickly, collecting her stuff. you look at her in surprise.

“what?” she snickers at your reaction, “im not a fucking virgin. time for class.” she mentions, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

“good idea..” you mumble to yourself as she walks off, leaving you to your own thoughts. 

good idea indeed. 

and eren gave you just the perfect opportunity. he burst in with no knock, no indication he was coming over, nothing. 

ymir was spending the night at historia’s so you didn’t have to worry about that. 

“eren what the fuck have i told you about coming in unannounced? ymir could’ve been i dont know, getting it on with historia for all you know.” you looked over at him, smiling internally at how he remembered to take his shoes off before joining you on your bed. you were not about to have his dirty ass shoes on your clean bed.

“sorry but to be fair i did see ymir walk into historia’s dorm so i knew you were alone.” he steals your soda to take a sip of it before placing it back on the bedside table. 

annie’s words echoed in your head, causing you to jump into action. 

you threw yourself over him, straddling his waist as he straightened up, excitement flashing in his eyes at where the night was leading. your threw your arms over his shoulders, shuffling so that you purposefully pressed onto his bulge through his jeans. 

he moved forward to catch your lips but you ducked your head, kissing down his cheek and jaw, running your tongue along the skin. your continued down, relishing in the way his hips jutted up once you pressed your lips to that one spot on his neck. you bit and sucked, marking him as yours. 

eren’s hands rested at your hips, his fingers digging into your thin tank top. 

you spot ymir’s tie on the floor. perfect.

you climb off of him, a quizzical look painting his face as you picked it up along with one of your (clean) socks. the brunet seemed to put two and two together.

“ohhh is that what we’re doing huh baby?” he threw his jacket off along with his shirt, expecting you to stare. however, he got the opposite. you ignored his movements, simply binding his hands to the bed and the using the (CLEAN!!!) sock as a makeshift ballgag. 

you were impressed with yourself. taking your phone out to take a quick picture before tossing it away and getting to work.

“you’ve been such a bitch boy for the past few days. why?” you questioned him, enjoying how he struggled to form words with the cloth in his mouth.

“is it because you haven’t got your dick wet in a while? is that it?” you tease, slipping your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. his eyes trailed your form, every curve and beauty mark. he flicked his eyes from you to his pants, which had a much evident tent in them now. 

you gave a little bit of mercy, pulling his jeans off and dragging a palm over his boxers where his cock had already leaked with precum. after a few teasing presses, you give him the relief of taking off his boxers.

you took his dick in your hands, pumping it a few times. you swiped your tongue along the tip, causing him to shudder under you. you stepped out of your panties, letting them drop to the floor. his eyes took notice of your arousal dripping down your thighs. your finger toyed with your clit, spreading your legs for him to see, his cock twitching when you shoved a finger into your cunt. 

eren wanted nothing more than to shove his face between your thighs right now. to lap and lick at your juices as you moaned his name. he tugged at the binding, brows furrowing as his cock begged for attention. 

you giggled at his neediness, crawling over to him and hovering over his length before fulling sitting down on him. drool split out of his mouth, causing the cloth ti go damp. a dull moan escaping his throat.

you were so hot and tight around him and he couldn’t help but buck his hips upwards into yours. though he easily hit into your sensitive spot.

“holy fuck, you’re so fucking big fuck.” you cursed, lifting yourself before slamming down onto him, causing him to throw his head back at the feeling. the lewd sound of skin on skin echoed throughout your room and whoever walked past would definitely know what was going on. 

you continue fucking yourself on his cock, using your fingers to pinch at your clit. the sight alone could’ve made eren cum in you but it was nothing compared to how you creamed around him, your walls pulsing around him. he was literally about to fall off the edge, before you pulled off of him. his cock falling limp as a tiny drop of cum dribbled out of him. 

“wha fe hell!” he yelled through the fabric. you pulled the sock in his mouth down, letting him talk freely.

“please y/n! i want to cum! please let me cum!” eren begged, tugging on the bindings harder. “please fuck- i just wanna feel your pretty pussy please.” he pressed on further, causing the corners of your lips to curl up into a teasing smile. his eyes were glassy, tears falling with a single blink. long brown hair sticking to his damp forehead, messy on the pillow under his head. 

“sorry baby..” you threw on a hoodie, your panties and some shorts after cleaning yourself up. 

“maybe if you weren’t such a little bitchy boy, i would’ve let you cum.” you slid his boxers and jeans back on for him, zipping him up.

“now, you stay here, im gonna get us some pizza, yeah?” you pulled his hair into a bun and loosened the tie around his wrists slightly. 

you’ll untie them completely later, but for now, you wanted to have your fun. 

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

Hi!! I’m new to the Haikyuu fandom but Kageyama is my favorite so far!! Can you do numbers 20 and 24 with him please? Thank you in advance! 🧡🖤

Haikyuu!! Prompt list trial

HQ!! Prompt list

Thanks for requesting! I’m also fairly new to the Haikyuu fandom <3

The other requests are in the works, they might just take a bit longer bc I’m swamped with school stuff! Happy reading :D

Words: 2400+

Warnings: possible weight trigger?, Kags calls you heavy 😔

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x FEM!reader

Prompt(s): 20- "I didn't mean it like that, I was trying to... tease you. That's what you do, right? When you have feelings?" & 24- "don't leave me here with her/them!"

The mind of Kageyama was mostly a mystery; his skull hollow with a few volleyballs bouncing around. He wasn't the smartest to say the least— Have you seen his report card?

So, when his heart pumped 10x faster than when he was on the court when he was around you, he only thought he wasn't feeling well that day. Next was his voice; constantly stuttering for no apparent reason when he was chatting with you. Kageyama had not a clue what was going on with him until Tanaka spoke up for him, asking how long Kageyama was going to wait before asking you out. The boy in question just wrinkled his nose and went to toss another ball to an energetic redhead.

Nishinoya and Tanaka cornered the unsuspecting setter in the club room, trapping him with their looming auras. Kageyama only stared at them quizzically for a moment before a phone was shoved in his face.

"Look, dude, check out this article!" Tanaka grinned, raising his eyebrows.

"Is it about volleyball?" Kageyama asked as he threw on his uniform.

"No—"

"—don't wanna look at it then," Kageyama interrupted his upperclassmen, grabbing his bag and hoisting it over his shoulder.

"C'mon bro!" Argued Nishinoya, blocking the door with pure physics, clinging to the frame, "we just wanna help you get with y/n! This Wiki article will save you from your lack of social awareness around her."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kageyama mumbled, glancing at the phone pointed at him. It was titled: 'How to Flirt with Girls'. Now, he wasn't necessarily considering reading it, but it was tempting. "Why d'you want me to flirt with y/n? She's my friend."

"She's your crush is what she is. Are you really too dense to realize your feelings?" Tanaka said. "Actually- yeah. You are. Here, I'll text you the link."

Later that night when Kageyama was trying to sleep, his mind wandered in circles thinking about his feelings towards you. He didn't think he had time to develop a crush, but here he was pulling up his phone to check the link his upperclassman sent him. He squinted at the bright WikiHow screen, and scrolled down to read the captions. He glanced at the first three options, not really reading (or caring) about 'don't forget to smile!' and 'don't cross your arms'.

The only title that caught his eye was 'Tease Her'. Kageyama knew how to do that; it was easy. He did it with Hinata all the time! He blushed just thinking about making you flustered, a wish that he didn't know he had until tonight. He didn't bother with reading the rest of the article, feeling confident in himself that he knew what to do. He threw his phone back onto his nightstand and cuddled into his bedsheets, grinning wildly.

Tobio didn't know what he was getting into when he asked Tanaka and Nishinoya about the skill of teasing. He had only wanted a few pointers from the 'pros', and some advice on what to do after you were charmed by him.

"Oh ho ho!" Tanaka said excitedly, waving his hands around as he ranted. "Make sure to insult her playfully, but always tell her how beautiful she is afterwards! Oh, and don't forget about the lingering touches! Girls love that stuff, trust me."

Kageyama nodded along, turning to Nishinoya, "don't forget to smile! Girls love sweet smiles~."

The raven haired boy was practically buzzing with anticipation as he waited at the table he usually ate at with you, desperate to try out his new flirting techniques. He smiled at you, something he usually did but he tried making it brighter. He felt his chest bubble when you raised your eyebrows at him, giving a cute smile in return.

You were wondering what the hell was up with Kageyama. You knew he wasn't the best at smiling, but when he flashed his teeth it was just downright creepy. You tried not to laugh as you sat beside him, pulling out your lunch to sit on the table in front of you. A huff left your lips as Tobio snatched away your bento, raising it above his head with a playful smirk.

"Kageyama-kun," you raised a brow playfully. "You want me to starve or something?"

"Just watching your weight," he replied, grin still plastered on his face.

You deadpanned at him, giving him a scowl, "don't say stuff like that, it makes me feel like shit."

"You're still p-pr-er, P-p-pretty in my eyes," your friend stammered, his stance wavering. You lazily tried to grab your lunch back, but Tobio's long arms kept it out of your reach.

You sighed, giving him a teasing grin before reaching out and tickling his armpit. He choked out a laugh and your bento fell out of his hand, and you caught it. Kageyama gave you a frustrated pout and watched as you ate your food.

"Serves you right for calling me fat," you said through a mouthful, cringing at your manners, "that wasn't very nice."

"You're only heavy because of your muscle," Kageyama said, propping a fist on his cheek, "you'd be good at serving." You looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out what was up with him today.

"Y-your clothes look cool today," Tobio offered, trying to keep up with his 'flirtatious' act.

"... dude I literally wear the same thing every day. Y'know, my uniform," now you were really confused. Was he messing with you? Or was he just being his usual weird self?

A blush creeped onto his face and he looked away, burring his face in his own lunch. You ate in an odd silence, occasionally catching Kageyama taking glances at you.

"Y-you're, erm, very..." Tobio trailed off, refusing to look at you. His face was red with embarrassment and he stared at his empty lunchbox, tapping his fingers on the table rhythmically.

"Go on~," you pressed, glaring holes in his head.

Kageyama perked up suddenly, putting an arm around your shoulders, "you look heavy, let me hold it for you. Wait—."

"Ok, dude. What's up with you?!" You were getting pissed now, and you quickly packed up your bento. "I'm going to my class early."

Before he could stop you, you peeled his arm from your body and sped walked away into a bathroom. Kageyama blushed in frustration, cursing at his stupid twisted tongue. He couldn't believe he messed up the simplest pick up line, the one that Nishinoya had taught him. Maybe Tsukishima was right, he was going to scare you off before he could make a proper move. He groaned angrily into his hands and shoved his lunch container into his bag, huffing down the hall to get to his class.

You sunk down into your seat, trying not to let the interaction with Kageyama rule your mind. Was was up with him today? You thought. He was usually odd, but not this odd. You laid out your things in front of you and organized them to distract yourself. You slightly jumped at the sound of the first bell, and you heard the hallway outside start to get louder with footsteps and laughing chatter.

"Hi y/n-san!" Yamaguchi said, and you looked up at him.

"Hey," you mumbled.

"What's got you all grouchy?" Tsukishima chuckled as he sat by his desk beside yours.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, "Kageyama-kun was just being a dick during lunch."

"What'd he do?" Yamaguchi asked, sitting in his seat behind you. He gathered his notebook and pencil case.

"He was being really weird. Er, weirder than normal," you started. "He tried holding me back from my lunch and he basically called me fat. But then he said I was heavy because I had so much muscle? Which doesn't even make sense, and then he said I'd be good at setting which is— I mean ok?"

Tsukishima snickered from beside you as he opened his binder, and Yamaguchi blushed a little at his teammate's actions.

"And then he told me that my clothes looked nice. My uniform clothes, that I wear every day," you puzzled almost to yourself, forgetting that your friends were listening to your rant. "Oh, he also said like, I dunno, a pickup line or something? He said that 'I looked heavy and he wanted to hold 'it'' whatever the hell he was supposed to mean by that."

Tsukki had to shove a hand over his mouth to keep himself from combusting into boisterous laughter, Yamaguchi doing the same. You frowned and rolled your eyes, turning to look at the board as the second bell rang.

"The idiot's got a crush on you," Tsukishima spilled, chest shaking from the aftershocks of his laughter.

"W-wha—," you started.

"—Tsukki!" Yamaguchi interrupted. "You told me that you weren't gonna mess with Kageyama-kun's relationships!"

Tsukishima just shrugged before turning to the board, your eyes bulging at him. "He fucking what—."

"I know!" Tsukishima smirked, "I didn't think he had any emotion for anything but volleyball."

You opened your mouth to reply, but got cut off by your teacher. You frowned as you set up your notes, messily writing your name and the date. Kageyama's actions now made sense to you, knowing how awkward he is in expressing his feelings.

After class as you walked down the hall, Tsukishima sported a sly grin. You eyed him quizzically, not trusting the look in his eyes. He smirked harder at your glance and chuckled.

"I have a plan," the blonde said, pushing up his glasses. "I'm gonna shove Kageyama in the equipment room with you."

"And so I get a say in this at all?" You pressed, glaring playfully at him.

"Well, what do you say?" He asked.

"I say yes," you said, Yamaguchi facepalming at your response.

You followed the two boys down to the gym where they practiced, and waited by the door until Yamaguchi gave you the clear that no one was there yet except for the third years. Tsukishima led you to the double doors of the equipment room and you took a step inside the dark room, turning on your flashlight.

"If you hear an even three knocks, open the door immediately," you ordered, shaking slightly. "Incase he does something... weird," you faltered slightly, and Yamaguchi nodded quickly.

"Whatever," the tall blonde in front of you said, "just get in before he comes in the gym— oh, he's here."

The door was closed suddenly, and you were left alone with only your phone flashlight to protect you. You took a deep breath as you heard voices outside the heavy doors, trying to regulate your heartbeat. What were you doing? What was your plan after he gets trapped inside? The doors opened and filled the room with light for a brief moment before the space was consumed in darkness once again.

"Hey!" You heard Kageyama yell beside you, pounding on the door, "what the hell?!"

You laid a gentle hand on his shoulder and he whipped around to slap you away, faltering when he realized it was you. His eyes widened and he was glad you couldn't see the blush that flourished on his face. Kageyama was silent for a few moments before hammering at the door again.

"Guys! Don't leave me here with her!" He panicked when you pulled his hands away from the doors, and he went quiet.

"Calm down, Kageyama-kun," you stifled a giggle. "You're only here so you can apologize to me."

"W-what?" He stuttered, body going stiff.

"Just say sorry for offending me," you shrugged. His eyes were glued to the floor, hands still trapped by your grip.

"I- I thought... I didn't mean it like that, I was trying to... tease you. That's what you do, right? When you have feelings?" Kageyama's blush crawled across his whole face all the way to the tips of his ears and he squeezed his eyes shut, terrified of what your next words were going to be.

"So you do have a crush on me," you pondered, loosening your hold on his wrists. The boy in front of you snapped his hands to his sides and anxiously squeezed his fists.

"How...?" Kageyama held his breath, as if afraid of your answer.

"Hmm, a little birdie told me~," you teased, running a finger down his chest. His breath hitched in his throat and a shiver ran down his spine when he felt your hot breath whisper onto his ear, "I'm still waiting for your apology."

"I'm s-sor-sorry for what I s-said at lunch today..." Kageyama stammered, rubbing his arm awkwardly.

"I accept your apology!" You smiled and went in for a hug, crushing his arms to his sides. "Meet me after practice near the vending machines~," you murmured playfully.

"—what are you guys doing?!" Daichi's muffled yell came through the door. "You can't just trap people in there!"

Kageyama tensed and he tried to pull away, but you held him closer. The bright light from the gym poured into the small room, illuminating all of the equipment and yourselves.

"Are you oka— oh," Daichi cut himself off, eyes widening at the sight of a girl hugging his underclassman. You peaked at him over Kageyama's shoulder and gave a shy smile, pulling away slowly.

"Bye, Tobio-chan," you adjusted your bag and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "See you after your practice."

The group of boys watched in silence as you skipped your way out the gym door, too shocked to say anything. Kageyama's face grew hotter and he reached up to touch where you kissed him. He felt like he was going to pass out.

"Kageyamaaaaa!!" Hinata yelled, shaking his friend viciously, "was that your girlfriend?! Why didn't you tell us you had one?! She's so pretty! Why does she even like you?!"

"Chill out Hinata-kun," Daichi said sternly, pulling the redhead away by the back of his shirt. "Kageyama-kun, be ready for practice in five."

Tobio nodded slowly, his hand still on his cheek in bewilderment. He was too excited to tell Hinata off, completely blocking out his friend. He couldn't wait for practice to end.

[ppersonna]

too good to be true - ksj

you're just too good to be true. i can't take my eyes off you.  you'd be like heaven to touch, i want to hold you so much - cant take my eyes off of you, frankie valli & the four seasons

↳ summary- Kim Seokjin loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 4.8k

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ genre- fluffy af, smut, so much fluff it’s actually gross how cute

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, dirty talk, emotional(?) sex, too much love it will rot ur teeth, oral sex (m/f receiving) unprotected sex (bc theyre established!!! be safe friends), established relationship, domestic af, jin is a big ol softy, 

↳ a/n-  damn this fic came out of nowehere. i started writing and then suddenly i had over 4k words.  enjoy domestic, fluffy, in love jazz singer jin!

Kim Seokjin is quite sure he’s never met, and never will meet another being like you. 

There’s lust and infatuation.  And then, there’s something more that lies on the spectrum of affection and Jin falls right at the farthest end, clear past love and into something beyond. What he feels for you is something he can’t speak with words, it isn’t tangible or physical. It’s a quiet sort of love, but powerful. It fuels his very being, pumping blood through his veins and firing neurons through synapses.  

Kim Seokjin is sure he will never love another as much as he loves you. 

He can’t pinpoint exactly when he knew he loved you. It happened slowly, over time. All he knows is that when it hit him, it hit him like a brick wall.

He loves the way you leave him silly voicemails when he’s at work, bringing a smile to his face after a long night of singing at the bar. 

He loves the way your hair somehow ends up everywhere when you sleep, and all your bobby pins cover every inch of your shared home. 

He’s obsessed with the way your cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink anytime he tells you he loves you or how beautiful you are, although he does it every single day and has for the last five years.  You still act as if it’s the first time you’ve ever heard it. 

Maybe Jin loves the way you make him feel. Like it’s still as exciting as your first date, but comfortable as if you’ve been together for decades. He loves that you still stir a fire in his belly like none other, and can comfort him with words you know will heal all wounds. 

He remembers the heartbreak, and that the relationship hasn’t always been easy. He remembers the fights, how your loving passion turned into fury. Jin still carries scorch marks in his soul from the day he left you, watching you cry on your porch from the rear-view mirror.  “It’s too much,” he had told you. Jin had never been more wrong in his life. 

The enormity of it all hits Jin now, as he’s standing at the counter of the jewelry store. The way the diamonds flicker in the light remind him of the way your eyes sparkle at him. He sees you in everything he does, couldn’t help but to find you in his daily life. 

Jin texts his best friends, securing their help.  He has a plan and wants it to go off without a hitch. 

He’s singing tonight at the jazz club, his backing band is aware of the slight changes to the lineup. He needs you to be there, wants to treat you to a special night tailored for you. 

Jimin, your best friend, agrees to get you to the club with as little suspicion as possible. Jimin is good at sweet talking you, almost as good as he is at sweet talking Jin.  You both have trouble resisting the dancer. 

Jin’s eyes are waltzing along the pristine glass counters, stopping occasionally to look at a ring. He takes a while to decide. Most of the rings are almost right. They’re the right style, but the wrong cut.  The right cut, but not in the setting he knows you want.  He’s stalked your Pinterest feed enough now to know what you want down to a T. 

Then he sees it. Set on a burgundy pillow in the furthest cabinet from the salesman.  The stone is gorgeous, cushion cut and halo moissanite like you prefer. You don’t like real diamonds, don’t like the idea of blood literally on your hands, and Jin loves you for it. 

He points to the ring, and the salesman complies, and Jin has it sized correctly and buys all the extra protections. He has a special heirloom ring box to present to you, vintage style and gorgeous, just like you. 

Jin gives the ring and box to Namjoon, his trusted best friend.  Namjoon, who is also his trumpet player in the jazz band, will bring it with him tonight and have it ready to go for the moment Jin is most excited for. 

He arrives back home to find you stretched out on the floor, practicing yoga. He can’t help but grin as he watches you practice your downward facing dog, upward face, chaturanga and return to standing. You make every sun salutation look effortless, and he loses himself in the way your body moves and folds in your leggings and tank top. 

“Oh, hi!” you squeak as you see him through your legs of your downward facing dog. 

He winks at you and approaches. “I like this angle.”

You blush.  His favorite color is the one your cheeks bloom to when he hits on you. 

“Naughty,” you tsk. 

“Can you blame me? I walk in to find my girlfriend ass-up in my living room. I can’t help it.”  He stands behind you, presses his hips to your backside, letting you feel his growing member. 

“I missed you this morning,” you sigh as you slowly rise, pressing your back against his front. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he kisses at your neck. “I had some work errands. Can I make it up to you?”  

You giggle and grind against his hardening length. “Depends on what you have in mind.”

Instead of replying, he turns you around to face him and cups your cheeks. His lips press against yours gently, and Jin feels as if the heavens open up just for him.  He’ll never get over how kissing you makes him feel whole, alive. Like it’s his first day of his life all over again. 

He guides you towards the bedroom and sets you on the messy, unmade bed. Your eyes darken with lust and you look at him as if he holds the entire world in his hands. Jin feels more powerful with you than he ever has in his life. 

“I love you,” he whispers as he descends to plant his lips on yours again. “I love you so much.” 

You sigh as his lips trail down your neck, licking and kissing and sucking at the supple flesh. There’s nothing you love more than Jin adoring you, worshipping your body.  To him, you are his idol, his goddess, and he is but a lowly servant and parishioner. He desires nothing more than to please you, to serve you.

The tank top comes off first, and you’re wearing a black sports bra that pushes your cleavage up deliciously. Jin loves your breasts, they way they fit in his hands and in his mouth. He often finds his hands resting on your breasts at night, comforted by the smooth skin and hardening nipples. 

Your breasts are sensitive, always have been, and Jin loves the way you react as he licks at your cleavage.  You’re still encased in a sports bra, but you react as if you’re stark naked.  You shudder and sigh, skin of your arms prickling in goose-flesh at the sensation. It makes Jin feel heady and capable. 

The bra goes next, Jin is eager to wrap his lips around the nubs of your breasts. He lies you down and caresses every inch of your torso, using his fingers to etch his adoration into your skin.  As the pads of his fingers tickle at your stomach and sides, his mouth finally, blessedly, attaches to a hardened bud and you're arching off the bed in pleasure.  His cock stiffens at the way you respond to him, to his touch and to his love.  

He laves at your nipple with a long stripe of his tongue, then moves to suckles it gently. He loves the feeling of it in his mouth, and he tugs it light with his teeth, which makes you squeak in delight and in pain. He knows you love the sensation; you have a set of nipple clamps you use on kinkier nights together. Jin loves watching the color of your nipples turn a soft shade of pink to beautiful rose red, enlarged by his suckling mouth and pinches. 

“Jin,” you breathe. It’s music to his ears, a symphony even Beethoven couldn’t compose. He slides his tongue around the nipple, before kissing his way towards your untouched one. It pickers instantly in his mouth and he moans around it.  It’s as if your body is wired to his, to respond to his touch and only his.  

You were made for him, molded to fit him perfectly in every way. 

Jin ensures he thoroughly loves your breasts, pinching and tugging and biting the buds, knowing beautiful maroon colored bruises will ring around your nipples later. It’s a goal of his to mark you every single time. He loves waking up to see the evidence of your lovemaking carved into your skin. Evidence of him. You are his. 

“Please, Jin,” you’re needy now, hips rolling against his for relief. 

Jin finds it hard to resist you. He normally loves to drag it out, make you beg for him, but he feels no need for it today. He wants you as desperately as you want him. 

He tugs down the tight leggings, and groans at the sight of your bare pussy, no panties in sight.  In the back of his mind, he knows you never workout in underwear, but seeing it now makes his cock weep. He can tell you’re wet, the evidence slicking up and down your mound and on your thighs. You always get so wet for him, so responsive to his breast worship that you become a waterfall by the time he attends to you. 

“Baby,” he breathes. “Look at you. So wet for me.”

You blush again, turning as red as your sucked-upon nipples. Jin wants to take a photo of you now. He’s never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.  Your eyes are full of devotion, breasts covered in his lovebites, cunt drenched with desire for him. He’s never felt more lucky to be with you. 

“All for you, Jin,” you sigh, pinching at an abused nipple and gasping at the sensation. “Want you so bad.” 

“I know you do, my love. I want to give it all to you.” 

He pulls you to the end of the bed, pussy right at the edge as he kneels to pray to his goddess. 

He kisses at your thighs before he tugs them onto his shoulders, granting you rest as he moves to pleasure you. 

“Fuck, Jin!” you cry as you feel his breath at your entrance.  It makes Jin smile, before he leans in and licks your slit from top to bottom, and back again. 

He’s tasted nothing sweeter. In fact, he’s never tasted anything that tastes as good as your delicious cunt. You’re flooded with love, and desire for him and the taste is intoxicating. He laps at you like you’re his fountain of youth, and drinks you until his never-ending thirst is sated. 

Your moans are loud, unabashedly so. He adores the way you cry and beg and gasp. He knows if he suckles right at your clit, right there, you’ll tremble and stop breathing, just for a moment, before you’re whining his name in joy. 

He does so and is rewarded with the melody of your satisfaction. He trails two fingers up to your entrance and swirls them around the wetness as he focuses his attention on your clit.  You’re panting, begging, thanking him for every single touch. He can’t hold back any longer, needs to feel inside you. The fingers slide in easily, slicked up by your wetness. 

“Oh, fuck!” You shout, head thumping in the bed hard as your eyes squeeze tight. 

He loves your dirty mouth, the way you can beg for his cock like a practiced whore.  He loves the duality, his innocent and perfect angel and his cock-sucking slut. 

Jin closes his eyes and loses himself in your pussy, sucking and licking as his fingers fuck into your channel, walls massaging them sweetly. He can’t wait to slip his cock inside you, knowing it’s the headiest high he’ll ever know in his lifetime. But he loves making your first orgasm happen on his tongue, loves feeling your cunt pulse around his fingers. 

He curls his digits upwards to find your g-spot, and he knows he’s successful when he hears your loud gasp. Your channel tightens, and he bites his lip. He feels his cock straining against his jeans and he wants nothing more than to sink into you, but refrains. 

“Cum for me, my love,” he urges. “Let me feel you cum on my tongue. You taste so sweet when you cum for me.” 

You keen at his words, back arching impossibly off the bed. Both your hands attend to your nipples now, needing the stimulation. Jin suddenly wishes he has more hands, enough to fuck your sweet little pussy with and pinch at those tight buds. He decides he must settle for enjoying the view of you doing it yourself. 

“So c-close, Jin!” you’re begging now, to anything or anyone who will listen. Your body is tightening, muscles contracting as the string holding your orgasm back coils tight, tight, tighter. 

Until it snaps, and you’re cumming hard around his fingers. Jin moans in time with your sated cries of ecstasy, and laps at the juices coating his fingers and escaping your core.  He wishes he could bottle your essence, wear it around his neck like a cross to kiss and to pray to. Your taste is one he wants on his tongue for eternity. 

Jin pulls his fingers from within you and sucks at his own fingers, groaning at the lingering wetness on them.  

“God, Jin,” you pant, sitting up on your elbows to watch him. “Get up here and let me suck your cock, please.”

His innocent little angel, asking so sweetly to please him. It’s a request he finds himself powerless to deny. He scoots himself onto the bed and lies his head on the soft pillows you insisted he buy. He’s grateful you talked him into them, as they cushion his head perfectly for such activities as this. 

“Your wish is my command,” he smiles.  His cock is straining hard against his jeans, and you lick your lips. Your breath still leaves in harsh pants; the after effects of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. 

“I love your body,” you whisper as you pull him up to take his shirt off. Your hands roam his chest, touching every ridge and line of his defined muscles. “I love everything about you.” 

Jin stares in your eyes as your own bask in his chest. His heart tugs hard in his chest, and he takes a deep breath.  Loving you was so easy, so natural, as if it was imprinted in his DNA next to his blood type and hair color. 

The jeans go next, and Jin is lifting his hips to help you ease the tight boxers down his legs too.  You match now in nakedness and Jin knows this is the state he wishes to be with you most. To feel your skin on his, the heat of your body warming him down to his bones. 

He closes his eyes as you kiss his body, planting deep devotion to every inch of him. He loves you, god he’s insane for you, and the way you feel against his body makes him want to cum. He’s sure that you could bring him to completion by just worshipping his body, cock untouched. 

Your kisses turn to kitten licks as you trail to his hips and pelvis, then finally descending to lick at the base of his cock and his ballsack. Jin groans out loud, and gasps out your name. Your talented tongue wraps around his balls and you suck at the tender flesh there, before licking up to the crown of his length. 

Jin feels as if he’s sinking into an ocean of bliss as your head descends and your mouth envelops him fully. You take his long length completely, allowing the tip of his cock to kiss the back of your throat. Jin’s eyes nearly roll back into his skull at the sensation.  You know exactly what he likes. You swallow, and the tightness of your larynx has him gasping for air.  

He opens his eyes to watch you as you bob your head up and down, slicking his member up with your saliva. Your eyes meet his and he feels himself nearly cum at the look in your eyes.  Your pupils blow wide with lust. You look at Jin as if he’s put the stars in the sky, as if sucking his dick so perfectly is the only thing you were put on this earth to do. 

Jin wants to weep, to cum so deep and hard down your throat for eternity, to have you drink his seed constantly. 

“Baby, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans. “You look so fucking good sucking my cock.” 

You smile around him, and your cheeks tickle pink again. God, he’ll never get over it. 

You speed up your actions, adding a fist around his length to take what you cannot reach into your mouth and the added sensation of your warm hand sends him careening over the edge. 

“Baby, shit! Oh, my god, I’m cumming, gonna cum down your throat,” he hisses, hands clenching at the untidy sheets below him.  You don’t stop, continuing your fast pace as his cock head swells intensely, and he’s twitching spurts of his seed down your throat. You swallow dutifully, as if it’s your mission, and pull off him with a satisfying ‘pop’ when you’re sure he’s finished. 

“Mmm, I love your cock,” you sigh as you nuzzle it with your nose.  It’s softened slightly, but Jin knows it’s only a matter of minutes before he’s granite hard and ready to go again. He can’t look at you naked for longer than a few minutes without his cock stirring back to life. 

He tugs you up to straddle his body, settled on his hips. 

“My cock loves your mouth,” he smirks.  You reply with a blush and a kiss to his lips. He tastes himself on your tongue. He thinks that’s the only way you should taste. Like him. 

Your hips grind down on him and his cock responds heartily, as if it didn’t just get the life sucked out of it by your skilled mouth. 

“I’m going to ride you, baby,” you promise. “Gonna fuck you until you forget who you are.” 

Jin believes you, knows the power you hold between your thighs. Being inside of you makes his head foggy, his only thoughts are you and that tight cunt molded just for him. 

“Please,” he groans. His cock is at full attention now and you lean down for one last kiss and lift to line his cock at your entrance.  You take him slowly, his thickness a stretch to your walls.

Jin sees stars. The heat of your pussy wraps around his cock and feels as if it wraps around his whole body. Your hands seek purchase on his abs, stabilizing yourself as you seat yourself fully with him inside you to the hilt.  Jin feels like a king, a god. Your walls are tight, gripping him wholly. 

“Fuck, this cunt was fucking made for me,” he hisses as you slowly ride him, making him gasp for air. “You were made to be mine, all fucking mine.”  

“You feel so thick inside me, babe,” you sigh as one hand presses against your stomach. You can feel his impressive length distend your stomach when he’s fully sheathed, filling you to the womb. 

Jin loves watching you ride him, loves the way your pussy grips his cock. Your eyes shut in pure bliss, mouth open to moan your pleasured sighs to your boyfriend below you. 

Jin moves his hand to grip your hips, and starts meeting your thrusts, pushing his cock inside you further and harder.  The change up makes you squeak, and the pace quickens. The sound of flesh slapping, wetness squelching, fills the room. Your tits bounce in his face and he’s mesmerized, pushing his head up to suck on your pretty nipples. 

“Yes, Jin! Fuck! Right there! God, you fuck me so good!” You cry, head tilting back in ecstasy. 

“That’s right, baby,” he grunts, turning feral with each thrust. “This pussy belongs to me. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

You’re babbling a response, the ability to speak coherently is being fucked right out of you. Jin doesn’t mind, loves seeing you get fucked until you’re unable to talk. 

“I love this tight little pussy, you take me so well,” he emphasizes his words with a deep thrust to your cervix and you scream in response. “My little love, fuck, I love being inside this cunt.” 

He can’t hold himself back, the sensation of your pussy gripping him makes him lose any filter. 

“Gonna cum soon, babe, gonna fill you. You want my cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes! Please!” You wail, your orgasm approaching quickly. “Need your cum, please, please, please!” 

“It’s all fucking yours, babe,” he grits his teeth as he feels his balls tighten impossibly. His thumb moves to your clit, circling the engorged nub the way you like most. Your mouth gaping open in a silent scream tells him you’re close, so close. 

“Cum on my cock, my sweet. Cum for me, let me feel this sweet little pussy milk my cock.” 

You’re gasping for air, crying desperately as his thumb moves quickly and his cock impales you deep into your womb.  The band holding you together snaps and you’re suddenly convulsing, holding onto his obliques to steady yourself as your core tightens around him like a vice.  His name is the only word you can speak as you orgasm, and your legs tremble against him. 

The feeling of your impossibly tight channel squeezing him even harder sends him flying into pools of euphoria, and his cock jerks hard inside you to spill his seed into you. He grips your hips tight, sure to leave bruises, as he cums. He’s gasping for you, whining his devotion and love as he comes down from his high. 

You remain atop him, softening cock still slotted in sticky wet, warm channel, and you lean down to kiss him.  It’s tired and sweet, but expresses more emotion than words can. He loves you. And, blessedly, you love him. As much as he obsesses over you, you feel it tenfold. 

He can see it in your eyes, the glimmer of adoration. You glow, mixed with your own love and his. Separately, you are your own individual persons, but together you fit as if cut from the same cloth. 

“I love you more than anything else on the planet,” he murmurs as he caresses your cheek. 

Your eyes shine, unshed tears of happiness lingering. “And yet, I love you a hundred times more.” 

Kin Seokjin’s palms are sweaty as he stands off to the side of the stage of the club. The band is warming up, tuning their instruments with each other. Hoseok ensures his drum set is stable, while Yoongi plays a C chord on the grand piano, Namjoon and Taehyung, trumpet and saxophone respectively, match the pitch to tune. He inhales deep, filling his belly with air before exhaling. 

Jimin texts him an affirmative ‘the eagle has landed’ which makes his nerves spark. You’re here, amongst the crowd.  You’ve heard him sing a million times, in a crowded bar and in the shower, but tonight is different. 

Jin checks his watch, notes that it’s time to get on stage, and nods to Yoongi, who silences the band for a beat before they begin their first song and Jin enters from stage left. 

He spots you in the crowd, and he’s momentarily breathless. You’re wearing a red velvet dress that clings to every curve, cups your breasts in a sweeping sweetheart neckline, with cherry red lipstick to match. Pearls dangle from your ears, the earrings he bought you for your 4th anniversary.  Jimin did well at getting you ready. 

He steadies himself and slips into his onstage persona. Ever the showman, he’s charming and confident and starts the evening off with a quick-paced love song.  Jin has tailored every song tonight to be about you. To the rest of the guests, he’s singing a mix of oldies and newer hits, but to you, he’s proclaiming his love in musical form.

His eyes meet yours throughout the whole performance, and he winks at you, which makes you blush. His heart thumps steadily in his chest as he sings song after song, getting antsy as the finale approaches. 

After the penultimate song, Jin takes a moment to breathe and sip some water.  He’s back at the mic in an instant. 

“This is our final song tonight, ladies and gentleman.  I thank you for being here with us tonight, you’ve been a lovely crowd.”  He’s met with generous applause, the guests enjoying the show. 

“This number is special, and it’s dedicated to a very special little lady in the room tonight.”  

He gazes at you, and your eyes widen impossibly. Jimin nudges you and your cheeks turn a bright shade of red. You’re not shy in front of crowds, thank god, but he catches you off guard. You thought tonight was just a fun night out with Jimin to watch your boyfriends’ perform. 

“She’s the gorgeous doll, sitting there in that impeccable red dress,” he smiles. “Could you come up here, love?” He motions you to a plush chair on the stage.  You bite your lip for a moment before you’re slipping out of your chair and down the aisle to the stage. A stage hand helps you up and you’re suddenly seated in plush leather. 

“This woman,” Jin sighs into the microphone, “is the love of my life. And this song is for her.” 

Namjoon begins the song, trumpet playing the opening notes of ‘Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You’ before Hoseok joins in with the drumbeat. 

You gasp and put a hand to your mouth to hide your surprise.  It’s your favorite song. You told Jin it was your favorite on your first date, remarking how it sounded like what you thought true love must sound like.  Tears flood your eyes but you will them away, unwilling to cry your hard-fought makeup off. You can’t believe he’s remembered, after all these years.

Jin’s crooning begins, and his voice sounds like an angel’s. The man sings with passion on any night, a dedicated performer, but tonight he sings like he means it, like nothing is more important to him than serenading you with your song. 

He alternates singing towards the crowd, and towards you.  He caresses your head as he croons to the crowd of his undying love for you, and his heart is beating overtime.  He’s suddenly worried this is too much, perhaps too public.  He hopes the song ends how he wants it to.

The crowd is eating the show up, eyes glistening at the romance palpable from the stage.  Jin turns to Namjoon, who’s given him the ring box slyly, before Jin is finishing the song with as much heart as he can put into it.

“Oh, pretty baby, now that I’ve found you stay, and let me love you, baby.  Let me love you.”

At the end of the song, Yoongi maintains a soft beat of the chorus on the piano as Jin kneels in front of you on one knee. His eyes well up, and he’s crying without knowing or caring.

“____, I’m in love with you.  I want to spend my life with you,” he whispers, the mic now far away.  He pulls the vintage ring box out from his pocket and opens it, the sparkling ring gleaming in the stage's light.  The crowd cheers and claps and you can’t help but burst into tears.  

Jin is still for a moment, hoping the tears are of joy, before you’re throwing your arms around his neck and holding him.  

“Yes!  Yes, you amazing man, yes!” You cry into his ear.  He wraps his own arms around you and holds you tight, grinning from ear to ear as tears flow down both of your faces.

You’re just too good to be true.  

Jin can’t, and won’t ever, take his eyes off of you.

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[twdeadlysins]

not the same

pairing: loki laufeyson x reader word count: 1.5k+ summary: you’re used to death because you can see the dead, but nothing prepared you for this. // set during infinity war  warnings: infinity war spoilers,  major angst, a hint of fluff if you squint, usual marvel themes, and possible typos by yours truly  a/n: get the tissues bc this one hurts my soul 

gif is not mine 

He won. 

Thanos won despite all your efforts — despite all the small victories along the way. It really seemed like you were winning and getting the advantage, but maybe you let that get to your head too much. 

Maybe, it just wasn’t enough. 

No matter how hard you and everyone on your side tried. 

Vision died at the hand of Thanos while fifty-percent of the population turned into dust, some right in front of your eyes that were soon blurred by tears. 

How were you going to get them back? 

Your knees had given out and collided with the ground after witnessing Bucky turn into ash and his gun meet the dirt. 

Staring at the spot he once occupied, you even didn’t comprehend Steve trudge over to where his best friend had once stood until he called out your name. You averted your eyes to the blonde with a tear streaming down your dirty and bloody covered cheek, mouth slightly agape with shock and realization at what just happened to all your friends — to your family. 

“Y/N, can you see them?”

Attempting to blink the tears away, you sharply inhaled and wandered your eyes around frantically before peering back at the captain with a shake of your head. He combed his fingers through his locks with a defeated sigh as he moved from his crouched position to sit down and hang his head. 

The power you had wasn’t exactly the most helpful in fighting bad guys, but it proved handy only if the person no longer existed. 

Seeing the dead wasn’t something you were born with, it occurred when you had a near death experience. 

Kinda ironic. 

The city was under attack and there was an explosion at the cafe you regularly visited. You had flat-lined twice on the operating table and when you woke up, you were met with Tony Stark. 

He felt responsible since he couldn’t prevent the explosion and wanted to make sure you were okay. You were in shock, not only because the Tony Stark was in your presence, but your deceased father was in the room.

Tony wanted you to be a part of the Avengers, promising that he and Bruce could aid you in learning and adapting to your new ability. You didn’t think you and your new found “superpower” was worthy of being part of the team, but you accepted nonetheless. 

Figuring out your ability was when you also met Loki.

In order for him to stay with the Avengers, he was forced to work with you, Bruce, and Tony in your training and experiments as some sort of punishment.  

At first, Loki was a bit of an annoyance, always making snide comments since it was obvious he didn’t want to be there — but they were never directed at you. With the help of the God, you eventually learned that you could summon the dead, but only if they allowed you to — they could choose to stay or leave. 

Although most of the time, it was out of your control. 

People would show up out of nowhere and you had to concentrate on shutting them out — to decide on whether or not they could be there. 

Eventually it was a two way street, either you both agreed to see each other or one of you declined. 

During your training sessions whether it be sparring or the fact that you could see the dead, you grew fond of the mischievous man. The two of you soon spent time together outside of your work, learning more about one another and it led into something more — a bond — an undeniable connection — love.  

Loki understood the thoughts and concerns you had about seeing ghosts, and the emotional toll it brought upon you. He helped you in any way he could and you did the same for him when he was fighting his demons and his past. 

He wanted to be a better person — for you. You were his motivation — his light at the end of a dark and seemingly never-ending tunnel. 

“Y/N?”

The blank stare you had on the ground jumped up, orbs searching your surroundings with confusion and desperation. 

It was Loki. 

Thor had come down with a strike of lightning in the midst of battle, accompanied with unfamiliar guests to join the fight. Loki must’ve been with him and you didn’t notice somehow. 

“Loki? Where are you?” 

“Right here, my love,” he softly called, causing you to zone in on his figure with a relieved smile that he wasn’t gone like the rest of them, missing the way his voice was filled with sorrow. 

“Thank God.” Placing a palm on your knee to stand up, you whimpered at the ache in your muscles, and the pain of all the cuts and bruises you received, especially where a deep slash was made on your bicep. 

Before you could trudge over to Loki, Steve spoke up, now standing with a bewildered expression. 

“Y/N, you see Loki?” 

The bizarre question felt like someone swung a metal bat to your gut as you halted your movements, peering at the captain who searched in the spot where the man you loved was. 

“Do you not see him?” you asked, glossy orbs bouncing between the two men. 

Steve shook his head and a strangled sob left your lips as you glanced over at a pained Loki. Your knees gave out once again, stating that he was in fact there before your very eyes — that he had to be.  

A pair of cold hands grasped your wrists that were entangled in your hair and you gasped, seeming to be in a ship with Thor, Loki, Thanos and his goons. 

There was a quick white flash and next thing you knew Thanos had his gigantic hand enclosed around Loki’s throat, cutting off his air supply.

Another flash and his lifeless body was lying there, face blue and eyes soulless. His brother gripping his form, mourning the loss he witnessed — and now you did.  

Flash. 

Your wide, traumatic eyes met Loki’s worried ones, not knowing what just occurred.

That had never happened before — seeing someone’s death — seeing it so vividly as if you were there in the flesh.  

“Thanos, he kil- he killed you,” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut, letting the tears spill. Your hand was against his chest where his beating heart would be pumping for you, but it was hollow — like the way yours felt. 

He was a ghost. 

He was dead. 

“How did you-? Did you see what happened?” 

You nodded your head, breaking down even further, unable to steady your breathing.  

Loki pulled you in, wrapping his arms around your middle as you wept. “Love, I’m so sorry you had to see that.” He cradled your head as you angrily balled the fabric of his clothing in your fists, grieving at the loss of who you believed to be your soulmate.

“Although I’m not physically here, I’m still here with you, dear,” he assured, drawing away to hold your battered face within his delicate hands, making you look in his eyes.  

“It’s not the same,” you murmured, voice broken along with your heart. “You’re not actually here — not with me. You’re gone and I’m the only one that can see you.”

He was aware of how you felt about that. That you couldn’t live your life talking to the dead or you’d go crazy. You wanted to surround yourself with life — with the living, not the dead. 

And now he was the dead. 

“But that doesn’t mean I’m going to give up. I’m going to get you back, Loki. I need you.” 

He couldn’t help, but smile. He also couldn’t help the thought of you letting it consume your life, to become so obsessed in getting him back that you didn’t have a life of your own. 

Stuck and unable to move on, to grieve properly. 

But that was an argument for later. 

“I love you, Loki,” you exclaimed, holding back a sob as he kissed your forehead before pressing a chaste one on your lips. His lips felt so cold and you would give anything to experience the softness and warmth of them again. 

“And I love you. Summon me whenever you’d like, love. I’ll accept it.” 

He was gone when you opened your eyes. 

Steve’s heart ached even though he couldn’t see or hear Loki, your side of the conversation was enough. Thor and Nat finally stepped up after watching from afar, not wanting to interrupt, and the latter sat down next to you, enveloping you in her arms. 

Nothing could prepare you for today. 

Losing the battle. 

Losing your friends. 

Losing your family. 

Losing your soulmate.

All at the hand of one person. 

Thanos.  

“We’ll get everyone back. We’ll get him back,” the Black Widow reassured while you glared into the distance, clutching onto her arm as water pooled from your eyes. 

The captain was already peering at you with remorse when you connected your orbs to his. As you wandered them over to the God of Thunder who felt responsible, you uttered something that caught his attention. 

“Whatever it takes.” 

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[restinpeacesensei]

youre okay

[nctrenjunie]

Cloudy birthday - Jaemin (M)

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut & fluff

Comment: Like I already said; Happy B-day to me  🎉 🎉 even if I´m some hours late to my own B-day bcs I had to work these two days. So I wrote this for my B.day, hope you like it!! Feedback is always welcome and pleaseee if your got time, read this ---> aamm bcs I´m very proud of it. Love you all <3

“Ughhhhhh!”

You were greeted by your room light as your boyfriend pulled the blanket away from your head. Taking your hands in his he tried to pull you up from your warm bed whilst you tried to make your body´s weight seem heavier than it is. Jaemin rolled his eyes at your pouty face. Usually you loved the rain but on this cloudy day you just wanted to stay in bed. Mimicking your facial expression, Jaemin let go of your hands just to cross his arms in front of his chest. But instead of getting the response he was waiting to get, you took the chance to just lay back down. 

“Yahhhh, let's go out, we should do something special today, not just lay on the bed.”

With your face borrowed down in the big pillows it was hard to understand your murmurs but knowing this behaviour all to well from you Jaemin could disting your tired groan before answering him.

“ Yep you're right it's my special day and I´m gonna decide that I wanna stay in. Please grant the birthday girl this wish.” 

Finally, he sat down on your bed against the wall. With his face still painted by a cute pinkish pout he pulled your body against his in a hug. Observing your chapped lips he pressed more than one big kiss against them before continuing to kiss over the rest of your face. A cheeky smile creeped onto your face from his adorable action. Pulling him down on your level, you cuddled yourself closer onto his body, intertwining both of your legs before pressing his cheeks together with both of your hands. Two, three cloudy pecks were shared before both of you just started to stare at each other with a content smile on both of your faces.

The gloomy rainy day plus Jaemins cotton candy like impression made your birthday feel somehow cloudy. Cloudy...cloudy but in a good way. Like these pink and orange toned clouds you get to see at the end of a busy day, walking home from work or school. So for today, you just wanted to lay in this warm bed with this cloud boy. 

“And even if we´re staying in, we can still do something special today...just without leaving the bed.”

Jaemin understood your point pretty quick as he untangled his body from yours to lay you down on the bed before positioning himself in front of your legs with an excited smirk on his face. You were about to get up but just as you were about to move Jaemin pressed you back on your bed, just to move his hands between your legs, spreading them just enough to fit in between them. 

“Ah-ah, if my birthday princess wants to stay in then I might grant her this wish in the best way possible. ”

The small breathy laugh you left out made him open your legs even more. Not moving his eyes away from yours, he tried to open your pants, failing terribly as he got to realize that you had 3 buttons. Looking panicked and confused about why you would wear such pants a loud laugh leaves your mouth.Trying to get back to the original atmosphere you open your pants for him as you hear him mumble about style these days as if he's already an old man. 

Getting tired from listening at his rant you cup his cheeks and pull him down into a sensitive kiss after opening your own pants. Your hands don't stay long on his face owing to the reason that they were already on their way to his pants whilst his soft lips took over the french kiss. Just as you were about to pop open the buttons his hand stops yours, pulling it onto the bed next to your head before repeating the same procedure with your left hand. 

He looks at you harshly, just to make sure that you leave your hands pinned down before he starts to move his own hands slowly over your sensitive skin. You feel your own body wanting more as he makes you anticipate his next move. He flicks his tongue just for show before pulling down your pants. You were about to complain because of his slow tempo but the abrupt fingers he cupped against your already wet heat left your mouth a gape. A small whimper joined as he just continued to fastily pull your underwear down before greedily brushing his middle finger through the slit of your soaking pussy. 

The evil chuckle that left his mouth meant no good. And just like you anticipated you felt his hot breath over your sensitive part. Another, now louder, whimper left your mouth as his tongue licked over your slit until he arrived at your clit. 

Starting to suck slightly onto your sensitive clit Jaemin didn't mind your right hand coming down just to grab into his fluffy hair. Your leg muscles started to tense with every move Jaemins tongue satisfied you with. The arousing sounds that left his mouth as he ate you out triggered you even more for your moans to become present and your back and feet to arch up from the pleasure.

  Listening to your echausting moans Jaemin knew that you were close. Your body felt a cold emptiness as his tongue left your heat for some seconds only to be exchanged by two of his long slim fingers. The big gasp you left out ended earlier than you thought that it would due to the reason that you were now able to taste your own wetness on your tongue as Jaemin kissed you passionately with a small smirk on the side of his now glossy lips. His fingers didn't stop the fast pace they had since second one. Pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, Jaemin observed the way your eyes rolled back.

“ Does my birthday girl like that? Do you like the feeling of my fingers hitting you very deep baby?”

You nodded, loud whimpers leaving your mouth as you bit down on your lower lip. Your left hand abruptly came down to his as his fingers hit your g-spot. Holding his wrist down just there made sure that Jaemin kept hitting your g-spot one two three times before you finally went to heaven and back as you felt your climax hit over you. He looked at you in all glory as he let you come down from your high before taking out his fingers. An exhausted needy groan left your lips as you observed his tongue slowly licking your arousal from his fingers.

“Did you like that princess? Then now you shall get a round two.”

[fruityutas]

horny fool

CEO!taeyong x reader x CEO!doyoung

not proofread

genre ~ absolutely filthy smut,,, didn’t know i was capable of this

wc ~ 1.4k

synopsis ~ taeyong and doyoung own neo culture enterprise together, and they both thirst over you, their assistant

warnings ~ absolute filth lmao, spanking, edging, voyeurism, drool play, bimbofication, sir kink, slight bondage, semi-public sex, protected sex, threesome

note ~ so i wrote this bc my absolute QUEEN said it was a good idea 😭😭 @earth-to-that-asian dis is for u, from ur 🐝 anon 💚💚💚

your heels click down the hallway, the echo enough to turn a few heads at you. they click their tongues and wink at you. you roll your eyes playfully, the culprits being johnny, ten, and jaehyun. those three always mess with you, saying that today is the day one of your bosses rails you. you always laugh them off and dismiss their claims. 

knocking on the thick wood door of taeyong’s office, you let yourself in. “good afternoon, mr. lee, how are you?” he jumps a bit at your sudden entrance and looks up from his phone, his cheeks red. you cock a brow at him. “are you ok, mr. lee?” he clears his throat and mumbles a rough yes at you. you brush it off and set the hefty stack of papers on his desk. 

“well these are all sorted and filed in the system, so all that’s left is to put them in a physical cabinet.” he hums and avoids your eyes, taking the stack and quickly turning around to put them up. you narrow your eyes at him. “what is wrong? and don’t try to avoid the question, mr. lee. i can tell something is bothering you.” silence. you roll your eyes and turn to leave the room, only to bump into mr. kim’s chest. his broad chest, might you add. you mutter apologies whilst a blush spreads over your face.

 his sweet smile looks as if it’s hiding something this time. he glances at taeyong and nods. you turn confused and about to ask taeyong what was wrong yet again, but you hear the door lock. you spin back around to see mr. kim walking toward you, a lustful look in his eye. you gulp.

“um, mr. kim, mr. lee, is everything ok?” doyoung hums in response and backs you up slowly. your waist hits mr. lee’s mahogany desk, and you let out an ‘umph!’ the silence in the air is thick and you shiver at the feeling of mr. kim’s breath against your neck. his hands roam the waistband of your pencil skirt.

you can hear taeyong stand from his chair. you feel his slender fingers trace shapes down your back, until he reaches your ass. he fondles with the zipper of your skirt while the other hand comes around your torso, tracing the outline of your breast. doyoung’s mouth was sucking purple flowers into your neck, causing you to moan out. you can feel him smirk into your neck.

taeyong speaks up, “we decided, y/n, that you’re just too sexy to resist and to save. we both want you to feel good, but do you want this?” you take no hesitation in vocalizing your want for the two men. they take this invitation and continue their attack on your body.

doyoung is the first to start removing your clothing. his hands rip open your expensive blouse with ease. you gasp in surprise. “mr. kim! that blouse cost me a week’s paycheck.” your pouty face pointed at him. he hushes you, promising to buy you ten more. taeyong makes quick work of your bra, letting it fall to the floor. his cold fingers play with your nipples, the temperature difference adding to the sensitivity. meanwhile, doyoung is working on unzipping your skirt, pulling your panties down with it. his fingers swipe across your slit, gathering the wetness that had formed. he brings his hand up to your mouth and says “open up princess.” you let his fingers into your mouth, tasting your juices on them. he groans at the sensation of your tongue swirling around his digits. his hand goes back to your core, using your saliva as lubricant to dip his fingers in. he curls his fingers as he pumps them in and out of you. your soft mewls are fuel to the fire. taeyong leaves pecks down your neck and shoulders.

“such a dirty girl, huh? letting her two bosses use her.” his voice alone makes you even wetter. doyoung picks you up and places you on the desk, the wood surface cold on your skin. he pushes you onto your back. “be a good girl for taeyong and suck his cock.” doyoung’s words cause goosebumps to appear on your skin. taeyong unzips his slacks with haste, eager to have your mouth around him. you can hear doyoung rip open what you assume is a condom. his veiny hands caress your inner thigh as he rubs his tip through your essence. he pushes in at the same time taeyong utilizes your mouth. the two cocks inside your different body parts send a surge of pleasure through your body. 

your moans are muffled by taeyong’s length in your mouth, the vibrations from it causing him to be loud. doyoung’s thrusts sync with taeyong’s, causing you to be jolted around. the slapping of doyoung’s hips against your bottom echo in the space of the office. taeyong’s moans get higher in pitch and his thrusts lazier in pace, signaling his release. he pulls out of your mouth before he can, edging himself. doyoung continues his pounding into you, his strength moving you up the desk. taeyong’s hand wraps around your chin, forcing your mouth open again. he leans over and spits, telling you, “be a good slut and swallow.” doyoung’s pace falters. 

“holy shit, that was hot. she enjoys being our little fucktoy, don’t you?” you nod violently, a coherent sentence unable to form in your head. your fucked out expressions cause them both to let out a low groan. doyoung slides out of you and moves over to let taeyong join him on the side. taeyong takes the chance to flip you onto your stomach. the cool desk rubbing against your hard nipples enough to make you let out a moan.

taeyong takes no time to thrust into your already sopping pussy. the force of his thrust sends you forward, your arms reaching in front of you to stop you. doyoung makes a tsking sound before using his tie to keep your arms together. you whine and try to get free of the restraints, much to doyoung’s dismay. 

“now listen here, you’re not gonna move again or you won’t get to cum. we’re gonna fuck you dumb, princess.” tears are brimming in your eyes from the pleasure. you nod and shakily respond to him. “sir, please, i’ll be a good slut for you.” he just laughs, “oh i know you will.” taeyong’s thrusts are relentless, and his hand comes down on your ass cheek with a loud slap. it resonates through the office. the tingle leftover adds to your pleasure and you moan out. doyoung makes a quick move towards you and shoves his cock in your mouth. 

“maybe this will shut you up.” they alternate their thrusts into your holes. taeyong’s thrusts get sloppy and he slows down before pulling out and cumming on your back. with tears streaming down your face, you whine against doyoung’s length and rut against taeyong. he chuckles and shoves two fingers inside of you, pumping at a relentless pace. the knot in your abdomen is coiling tighter, and you can barely feel your legs at this point. doyoung delivers one final thrust before cumming in your mouth, the spurts leaking out along with your saliva. taeyong doesn’t hold back, his free hand rubbing your clit. you can’t even let out noise at this point, the pleasure is all you’re focusing on. you feel your climax reaching you.

“taeyong sir, can i cum? pretty please i’ve been a good girl for you!” 

“cum, baby.” the coil in you snaps when he says those words and you cry out through your release. taeyong doesn’t stop, fingering you through your orgasm. your head drops in exhaustion. heavy breaths fill the room, and the two men take their time in cleaning you up. “you were so good for us, baby.” taeyong agrees with the younger, stroking your face and wiping the sweat off your brow. they get dressed before taeyong picks you up and carries you to the sofa, laying you down gently. “you stay here and rest while doyoung gets you another shirt to replace the one he ruined.

“hey! it was your idea for me to do it.” you laugh at his grumbling before dozing off into a much-needed nap. the last thing you hear is doyoung telling taeyong he was “a horny fool.”

[order-of-river-phoenix]

hello i have returned 🥺 may i request a runner fic where a female reader helps him out with his injuries? 🥺 i need to pump the pacific serotonin in my veins and you’re the best at these 🤍🤍

Picking Favorites; Wilbur “Runner” Conley

Fandom: HBO War; The Pacific

A/N: whew child, this took me... too long. Far far too long. And for what?? Anyway, I was ecstatic for a Runner request bc we love and appreciate PFC Wilbur Conley in this house. Also “the best” 🥺🥰 you’re gonna make a homie cry. Thank you for the request sweet pea and I hope you like it!! 💕

(important side note for anyone: if you changed your user, would you mind letting me know so I can change it on the Taglist doc? I just want to make sure I’m tagging the ppl who want to be tagged)

Warnings: nope :)

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You had seen many faces come in and out of the hospital. Many of them were despondent—missing appendages, limbs, and worst of all, hope—but of course, there were also the guys that mostly just needed some patching up and time to readjust. You were glad to see your latest patient was responsive enough to notice when you walked in.

"You can call me Wilbur," he said after you politely referred to him as Mr. Conley. "Or Bud. My buddies in my unit called me Runner."

"Runner, huh? Do I get to guess why?"

A wide smile spread across his face. "They weren't the most creative bunch."

That worked a light chuckle out of you as you checked his arm. "So you run. You ran track, I'm assuming."

He hissed a bit, but his smile returned when your eyes met. "Yes, ma'am. I hope to continue when I get home."

"Sorry," you mumbled, moving your fingers to another spot. "Does this hurt?"

Though his jaw clenched a bit, he shook his head, still managing to look amused. "Nope. Feels like rainbows and butterflies, nurse."

"Are you calling me nurse because that's what I am or because you've forgotten my name?" You continued to inspect his injuries as you spoke.

"I'm not so creative either," he replied, sort of shrugging with one shoulder. "And I don't exactly recall you introducing yourself."

"I didn't, did I?" was all you said as you wrapped his arm back up. "Now, if this starts to hurt on its own or you have any other concerns, you make sure to let me know."

"I do have a concern, actually."

You raised your eyebrows. "What is it?"

"You still haven't told me your name." His face showed no desperation or insistence. Like he was just pointing it out.

You hesitated, your mouth beginning to form the first sound. "My name is Y/N."

"Alright, Y/N," he began, testing out how the name felt on his tongue. "I'll let you know if I have anymore problems."

__________

It was almost a mistake telling him your name. At any given moment if he thought you were in earshot, he would be calling for you.

“I thought you were in serious pain,” you had scolded him after you took off from the other side of the hall to him. You had found him grinning ear to ear, smoking a cigarette.

“I was,” he declared. “My feelings were hurt that I hadn’t seen you today.”

After that, you let him yell a little before going to check on him. The other nurses found it endearing at first, but when they realized he wouldn’t let anyone else check on him, they urged you to talk to him.

“We can’t let him wait for hours when you’re not here,” one of them said.

Another one nudged you with a teasing smile. “Just tell him you’ll marry him, so maybe he’ll shut up.”

“I’ll talk to him,” but you ignored the last suggestion. As you stopped at the foot of Runner’s bed, you exaggeratedly sighed. “You’re obnoxious, you know that?”

He appeared unfazed. “What I am is tired. I’ve been calling you forever.”

You gave him a dry look. “Really? I had no clue.” You drew to his side, once again checking the state of his healing arm. “Why won’t you let any of the other nurses check on you? You know I’m not here all the time.”

He waited until you met his eyes. “I like you best.”

The heat that rose to your face felt like fire, and you were almost sure he knew that he’d flustered you, despite your relatively even expression. “I do the same job everyone else does, Runner.”

“That’s why I like you best.” The quizzical look on your face encouraged him to elaborate. “You think every nurse that comes in here does the same thing as you, but they don’t.”

“Well, that’s a little concerning, but that doesn’t change the fact that you can’t go the hours I’m not here without getting checked. We need to make sure you continue to get better.”

“I am. I’m always fine when you check on me,” he argued, still not backing down. “It’s more fun when you’re worried about me.”

“You’ll have to leave eventually,” you sighed. “What will you do for fun then?”

“Run,” he answered. “I’ll run everywhere. I’ll run back here just to see you.”

You just shook your head wearing a small smile.

“I know you’d miss me.”

“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”

“That means you would definitely miss me.”

“I’d miss that smile,” you mumbled under your breath, though you knew he could hear.

His silence only embarrassed you further.

“Oh, goodness,” you nervously laughed. “Did I really say that? I say some silly things sometimes.” All you could think about now was how dry your mouth was.

Before you could take your hands from his arm, he took hold of one with his own. “You know why you’re my favorite. It has nothing to do with how well you do your job.”

“But that’s really all this is supposed to be,” you reasoned. “I’m supposed to do my job, and you’re supposed to get better. Then you leave, go back home to whoever you’ve got waiting for you, and I get the satisfaction of knowing I sent someone’s boy home.”

Something in his eyes softened as his grip on your hand slightly tightened. “Do you have someone waiting for you at home?”

“No one but family.”

He nodded, thinking his next words out. “Marry me.”

Before you could even muster up an answer, you heard gasps from behind you. “Don’t be dumb. Say ‘yes’!” one of the girls encouraged. No doubt the same one from earlier.

You weren’t sure how long they had been eavesdropping, but you were starting to understand what Runner had meant about them not doing the same job.

A million and one things ran through your mind, and saying yes was one of the more prominent thoughts. But...

The sincerity in his eyes and the slight falter in his hopeful smile made you so sure in your reply.

“Yes.”

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 8]

Rating: M Words: 2236 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: hehe this was fun. I don’t know if this is something that actually happens or not, but in my world it does! They have to do those studio headshots and stuff somewhere right? 

Anyway, the NHL does these silly things called Puck Personalities and it’s def the inspiration for the last part of this. Here’s a playlist of them if you’re bored and want to watch hockey boys be awkward bc none of them like to be on camera. 

Enjoy!

Gerda wanted her to get some practice today. Some dumb, fluffy media that would just go on the internet when they ran out of things to report on, or if they felt that they needed something to smooth over any rough patches PR-wise. It was just going to be silly questions that were meant to play with the guys, get them comfortable with her, and to give fans something fun to watch that would bring the players down to a more relatable 

So Anna did herself up as nicely as she could. 

Her makeup was natural enough that she didn’t look ridiculous, but emphasized enough for all of her hard work to show up on the camera, she curled her hair and put the front up in a soft braid that circled the back of her head, and she slipped on a still professional but definitely tight black sweater dress, and a soft emerald green sweater, with knee-high black boots over sheer tights. But in her worry that it wouldn’t be what they wanted, she threw a couple more options into the back of her car before heading over to the local studio space that they had rented for the day. 

When she arrived, there were more cars than she was willing to count lines up around the lot, including Kristoff’s truck. Swallowing the lump that was forming in her throat, Anna got out of her car, elected to leave the other clothing so she didn’t look like a crazy person, and walked with purpose towards the studio doors. 

She was immediately greeted by Gerda, who smiled at her warmly. “I see you’ve taken care of hair and makeup, perfect,” she started, leading Anna by the elbow towards the small green room. “There are snacks and drinks back here while you wait. They’re just finishing up the shots for the players in jerseys, and we’ll be able to proceed with your segment soon. 

It was a whirlwind and Anna was grateful she processed anything that was said to her before Gerda ran off to find the next issue she needed to handle. 

There were a couple unfamiliar faces, but Anna’s eyes locked on to the one other female in the room, and let out a sigh of relief when she approached. “You must be Anna,” she smiled, her voice gentle. “Honeymaren, but you can just call me Honey.” Anna’s nose scrunched unwillingly, laughter in expression evident, and Honey smiled in response. “My parents are hippies, what can I say?”

Anna shook her hand before letting out another laugh. “I like it, it’s sweet.”

“... Like Honey?” 

They shared a laugh and Anna felt suddenly more at ease. It was nice to meet someone around her age and her gender in such a male-dominated area. She quickly learned that Honey was the same age as her sister, was in PR, and had been doing this for six years now. “So,” Anna started, clasping her hands together in front of her hips. “Is it always this crazy?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Honey laughed, gesturing to the door. “If you want, we can go watch the videographer for a minute? It’s usually less crowded in the studio room.”

Anna nodded enthusiastically and they were soon on their way, making the usual small talk. They passed a few players who gave them winks and playful gestures, but none seemed too eager to stop and talk with them. Honey told her it was only because they had to go get into their suits for the talking head portion of filming and not because they didn’t want to talk to her, and Anna did her best to brush it off.

“These boys are going to be talking to me plenty over the season, I don’t blame them for not wanting to talk to me right now.”

With a chuckle, Honey pushed open the heavy studio door and nodded, leading Anna in. “I think they’ve just got the goalies left, and then it’ll be your turn!”

Anna realized exactly what that meant and felt her cheeks warm as she glanced up just in time to see Kristoff pulling off his mask to listen to the director, his blonde hair fluffy and falling around his ears in a gentle curl at the end. His face was serious until some comment she couldn’t hear made him laugh, and Anna could feel the warmth in her cheeks spread all the way to her toes. 

So he does smile. And of course it was a really pretty smile, too. 

What good were his looks if they were given to a man with his personality? 

She watched with interest as a photographer slid in to take some headshots, mask on and off, posing as if he were playing, and some just standing. 

“For stat boards,” Honey had chimed in with a grin. 

And then it was the videographers turn, and he made him do some traditional goalie stops. A dive, a slide, all these things that, too Anna, seemed like they would be impossible to do with all that gear and padding. But Kristoff made it look easy. 

They finished up quickly - Kristoff had been doing this for a few years now, and he moved to let their backup goalie do the same. He took his mask off again, shaking his hair loose, and Anna couldn’t say she wasn’t completely struck with his strong jaw and bright grin as he walked towards the exit. The one she was standing right in front of.

“Honeymaren,” he grinned, holding up his fist for a bump from the PR specialist. “Nice to see you as always.” Then his eyes drifted to meet hers, and Anna could swear she saw his pupils expand. “Anna…” 

She swallowed, expecting the worse.

“Don’t be nervous,” he winked, and Anna felt heat pooling in her stomach. “Just have fun with it.”

And then he pushed through them, his gear making him almost double his normal size, which was already more than double her size, and Anna felt herself gawking at him as he left. “That,” she sighed, disbelief in her eyes. “Is the nicest he’s ever been to me.”

Honey let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, Bjorgman. His bark is worse than his bite, I’ll tell you what.”

Anna wasn’t sure if she believed it, but it was a pleasant surprise nonetheless. 

—

“Thanks for watching IBTV.”

The director made one sharp clap and the lights changed, and Anna let out the biggest breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding. A makeup artist trotted up to her, powdering her forehead and Anna felt distinctly uncomfortable under the scrutiny of the whole team. 

“Great, that was excellent, Anna.” He swirled his pointer finger around the room signaling for a reset, and Anna felt herself flush. “One more, okay?” 

She nodded, stepping back to her mark and took in a deep breath as she stood straighter. Risking a glance to the side where she new Gerda and Honey were watching, Anna squinted through the lights when she swore she saw two much bigger bodies beside the women. 

Oh, god damn it. 

Kristoff and Sven were standing there, suited up and hair tamed, watching with grins on their faces. Kristoff just kept his arms crossed tightly over his broad chest as Sven gave her a double thumbs up, and Anna smiled back before switching her attention back to the camera. 

“Hey guys, Anna Arne with IBTV, and today we’re doing something fun.” The director had asked her to be more animated, so she did her best to move naturally. Arms swung wide, fingers spread out for emphasis as she danced through her spiel. “Have you ever wondered who your favorite player idolized when they were a kid? How about their favorite Disney film? Whether or not they like olives?” 

She heard a small chuckle come from the crew and took it as solid encouragement. 

“Well,” she winked, leaning forward as if she were sharing a secret. “Tune in here to find out all of that and more, on Breaking the Ice, your Arendelle Ice Breakers’ weekly interviews.”

The director cut in to send her to her other mark, asking for her to do the outro again, clapping enthusiastically when she nailed it. “Fantastic job, that’s the one!”

Anna couldn’t help herself as she almost literally jumped for joy, pumping her fist as subtly as she could before stepping off the small platform and skipping over to Gerda and Honeymaren, both smiling just as wide as she was.

“You’re a natural,” Honey grinned, patting her arm. “It’s like you belong in front of a camera.” 

Gerda simply nodded in agreement, clear pride evident on her features. “I can’t wait to get you on the ice with the boys.”

Anna had only a moment to relish in the praise before she felt Sven’s heavy arm drape around her shoulders, stealing all of her attention. “All right, Anna! You rocked that.” She flushed as he grinned, turning her around to face Kristoff. “Now, ready to have some real fun?”

And with that, Sven was dragging her down the hall to the bigger studio space, the one with a solid white backdrop that they had been doing the player portraits in. Kristoff was following closely behind, a silent but looming presence. In the regular light of the hallway, Anna was finally able to fully take in how they looked, and grinned. “You guys look so nice!”

Sven’s curls were tamed and defined, slick as they fell over his dark skin, complemented nicely by his maroon suit and brown tie. She wasn’t surprised that he was the type to wear something more out there and daring, but it still filled her with glee to see something so bold. 

Kristoff, alternatively, was wearing a more classic suit, dark grey with a powder blue tie that made his eyes warmer, honey brown and sweet as he laughed at Sven’s antics. Anna only just noticed that his hair was gelled back, stiff and sleek. 

It looked nice, but she weirdly found herself missing the shagginess of it as it brushed over his brows. 

Her cheeks reddened as Kristoff glanced down, catching her staring, and turned her attention back forward.

—

The interviews went well. All the players responded well to her, laughing at some of the more ludicrous questions that included props, and Anna found herself relaxing with each set.

Sven was midway through the lineup, and was as cocky as ever. “Lay it on me, sister,” he laughed as they started, Anna poking at his shoulder. “I’m up for the challenge.”

The questions started easy, just some dumb this or thats, would you rathers, hockey tips, and favorites. Then there was trivia about things not-hockey related such as Disney princesses and 90s television stars. Finally, there were challenges. Can you juggle? Can you beat your teammate in arm wrestling? Can you do a handstand? 

Players were allowed to skip any question they wanted as this was all for fun, but leave it to Sven to take on each and every one.

Anna was belly laughing by the end of it, as he laid on the floor after trying and failing to do a cartwheel. “You should see Kristoff,” he laughed. “He does these in the locker room all the time.”

“That so?”

Anna trotted off the set, knowing it was unconventional, and grabbed the goalie by the arm, dragging him in front of the camera. “Come on, show us.” 

He held his hands up in front of his chest in protest, a blush evident on his cheeks. “Oh, no, no, that’s fine.” 

Sven stood up suddenly, squatting to be the same height as Anna, as they started chanting “Cartwheel, cartwheel, CARTWHEEL!”

“It’s just for warm-up!” He persisted, ears turning red. Sven continued on, even as she let up a little. Anna watched his entire body tense before he let out one heavy sigh and gave in. “Fine, you assholes.”

They’d bleep that out in post, she was sure.

“But if I break anything, you’re paying for it.” And then he was shrugging out of his jacket, and Anna was thoroughly enjoying the stretch of the thin white dress shirt over his muscles, the whole studio was clapping, egging him on. 

And then he did a fucking cartwheel, his whole face red by the end of it. 

She couldn’t hide the surprise. “Wow!” She just about shouted, closing the distance between them. “Where did you learn to do that?”

Kristoff was still blushing, his eyes avoiding hers. “Ugh, I have two sisters,” he laughed, leaning forward to pick up his jacket. “Every day was gymnastics growing up, so… I don’t know, I just picked it up, I guess.” He shrugged it on and Anna tried not to be disappointed about it. “It feels like it gets my blood pumping, so I try to do them to wake up before every game. Maybe it’s all in my head.”

Anna laughed, taking in the genuine smile that had spread on his cheeks. 

“That’s… impressive.”

He tried to run a hand through his hair and frowned as he messed it up, glancing up to the camera. “Yeah, well, now I’m not answering anything else.” 

Anna knew it was a tease when he leaned over to punch the top of Sven’s arm, grinning widely.

[coveredinsweetpea]

That morning. Sweet Pea

A/n: This is just pure filth. Smut without plot, i was in a mood. I’m not gonna put warnings, bc this literally contains too much. Enjoy! (also not edited, i just wrote it and posted it, sorry if it sucks)

2.7k OF SMUT 

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You woke up pressed into the mattress, as Sweet Pea had shifted in his sleep and somehow ended up laying completely on top of you. His head was resting in the crook of your neck, and as you didn't feel like getting out of bed anytime soon, you kissed the top of his neck, and hugged him closer to your chest. "Morning" he mumbled out of nowhere, startling you. "Didn't know you were awake" you whispered, pressing another peck, this time to his hair line. "Have been for a while" he responded, lazily pushing himself up. His tired puffy eyes met yours, an a sweet smile instantly materialized on his lips. "I was supposed to meet the guys but I figured they won't mind if I don't show today" "Are you sure that's ok?" you questioned, and he just nodded in response, "Aren't they gonna be worried if you don't go? Did you at least call?" "Babe" Sweet Pea laughed, leaning down to kiss along your jaw line, "You're the only one who worries like that about me, it's ok" "You worry about me too, so don't blame me" you pouted, grabbing his cheeks. "Seriously?" he rolled his eyes, "You're so small and cute, of course I worry about you. That's why i also take care of you, you're my baby" You giggled, "I wanted to fight you at first, but then you called me your baby, and now I'm all warm" Sweet Pea prompted his weight on his elbows and leaned down to look directly into your eyes, "Even after all this time? Still haven't gotten used to the fact that you're my girl?" "I have" you smiled, "I just like hearing it"

This time, he bent down completely, and allowed his lips to meet yours. He kissed you deeply, making you squirm against the mattress as pressure had already started forming between your legs. Placing one hand on your cheek, he pushed himself up on his knees, as he carefully kept the kiss going. His palm started travelling lower, along your neck and painfully slow across your chest, until he reached your hips. Out of instinct, you pushed yourself up, and he couldn't help but chuckle into the kiss, "There something you want?" he grinned. "Yeah" you nodded, "You" "That's my girl" Sweet Pea smirked, as his hand went under your shorts and reached between your legs. His fingered pressed against your entrance, teasing you. "You're so wet even through your panties" he taunted, shaking his head with a satisfied smile. "Yeah well.. you do that to me" you pouted, grabbing his cheeks to resume the kiss. Despite it being you the one who started it this time, his tongue wasted no time passing through your lips. He was aggressive and dominant in this make out session, but his fingers were the exact opposite. His pointer and middle finger trailed up and down your entrance, slowly enough to get you even more riled up. Eventually, the second he pushed your underwear aside and allowed his fingers to connect to your bare core, he teasingly bit down on your lip, attacking you from both sides. You moaned into the kiss as his fingers entered you, moving slowly against your walls. "Making my girl feel good?" he asked as he pulled away from your lips. You nodded with your eyes still closed, "Very" "That's all I ever wanna do anyway" he added, pulling away from you completely. You sighed at the sudden break of contact. "What are you-" you began questioning, but then saw him circle his fingers around the sides of your shorts, pulling them down your legs in one swift motion. Happily, you sat up too, getting ready to help him out of his sweats, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrists. "That's round two for you, babe" he smirked, pushing you to lay back down. Sweet Pea positioned himself between your legs. He placed his palms on the outside of your tights, as he dragged his lips all over your smooth skin. With force, his fingers dug into your legs, pulling your body towards him, making your head fall from the pillow. "Fuck, Pea. Get to it" you whined, squirming under his gaze. "If I wasn't so in love with you I'd make you work for it" he grinned, kissing up your abdomen. He pushed your shirt up all the way over to your chest, as his lips traveled up your body. "But you know you're my girl" he teased, and you couldn't help but shake you head in amusement. "And this pussy is also mine" he added, as he pressed two fingers against your clit, moving them slowly from side to side as he applied just the right amount of pressure, "And I'm gonna take good care of you" "Please" you whined, grabbing the sides of his face. You pushed your hands up, your fingers getting lost in his raven locks as he settled back between your legs. This time he didn't tease any more. He jumped right into it, his already wet lips meeting your entrance. As good as it all felt, the second his tongue pushed slowly past your folds, you couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. "Pea..." you cried, "Come on" He brought his left hand up to your entrance, his fingers taking his tongue's spot. He went on to suck on your clit, working at the edge between force and swiftness, driving you insane without breaking a sweat. Clenching your fingers into the sheets beneath you, you closed your eyes and bit down on your lip. "Am I doing you good?" he taunted, shortly before resuming his making with his tongue against your clit. His fingers had never lost their pace against your walls, pressing against all the right spots he already knew so well. "I'm really close" you moaned, grabbing the roots of his hair into your right hand. To that, he didn't respond. Instead, he started going faster, pushing you closer and closer to your edge. Bending your legs at your knees around him, and curling your toes, you slowly started arching your back, showing him you were indeed almost done. "Cum for me, angel. All over my lips" he teased, "You already taste so fucking good, give me more" You moaned his name out loud as your legs shook due to the mind numbing orgasm his tongue sent you through. Sweet Pea kept going until you were drained and didn't stop until your body fell limp against his bed. "There's no better sight in this world other than seeing you with your gorgeous legs all spread out just for me" he chuckled, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before licking his lips. You just smiled weakly in response, still feeling waves of pleasure travel along your body. However, Sweet Pea didn't waste second before pulling his pants down, and positioning himself back between your legs. His thumb connected to your clit again, this time rubbing ever so slowly and carefully against your sensitive bundle of nerves. Seeing you flinch, he stopped, "Tell me if this is too much" You nodded no, arching your back as you felt yourself somewhere between exhaustion and being already turned on again. "I can stop" he added. "Don't" you said simply, this time looking into his eyes, offering him the assurance he needed. He kept going slowly, working to get you fully back in the mood, as he was already halfway hard, but still, patiently waiting. Sweet Pea bent down, going in for a passionate kiss. This time it was slow and steady, building up a pace in order to get you ready for round two. With a sigh, you pushed him away, "I love you and I love those fingers of yours, but please, just fuck me" His eyes widened, but you could tell he was pleasantly surprised, "Gladly, angel" he smirked. Sweet Pea shuffled away from you, positioning himself on his knees between your legs. One of his hands was still pressed against your pelvis, his thumb softly rubbing your clit. He grabbed his cock in his other hand, pumping himself a few times, as if he needed more stimulation. Positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, he smirked up at you. "Want my cock, angel?" he asked smugly, teasing you as he allowed his dick to enter you only millimeters before pulling out again. "All of you" you said, biting down on your lower lip. Sweet Pea straightened his legs and pushed his body into yours, his cock pushing past your folds ever so slowly. The purest moan escaped his wet lips as he threw his head back, choking back a few profanities that threatened to escape. It was painfully obvious how difficult it had been for him to wait his long, but he never held back from making sure you felt good before thinking about his own needs. You arched your back, pushing yourself up into him, this way creating more friction as you wrapped your legs around his middle. With long thrusts, Sweet Pea kept pulling in and out of you, his whole body clenching with every single movement. His weight was secured by his hands, as he had planted his fists on each side of your shoulders, giving leverage and more freedom to move as he pleased. You brought your hands to your breasts, grabbing them with force to amplify your already building high. "Am I taking your cock good?" you asked, looking lazily into his eyes from between your lashes. "Baby doll" he laughed, frowning. You could tell he wanted to send you a witty remark, but the pleasure took over him, he choked back whatever he had to say. "Don't cum before me" you said, and he looked at you with exasperation in his eyes, letting you know that doing so was going to be more than difficult, if not entirely impossible. "Babe" he moaned, "I almost came eating you out..." As you shook your head, he picked up his pace. His whole body kept pushing up into yours, thrusting forcefully deep inside you. When he pulled back, he allowed his cock to almost exit you entirely, before slipping back inside. Every time he did so, his moans became more and more aggravated, as droplets of sweat started forming all over his skin. His raven locks fell around his face, forming a deep shadow which engulfed his featured even in the warm noon light that shone through the curtains. There was nothing peaceful about his appearance, only passionate aggression, which you love so much. "Fuck" he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut. He pulled out, and before you got a change to fight back, Sweet Pea grabbed your waist, and turned you around. As you landed on your stomach, he planted his hands on you hips, pulling you up. "Yes..." you mumbled into you shoulder, honestly more to yourself. As you waited patiently for any kind of contact, a forceful slap against your right butt cheek took you by surprise. "Kinky" you chuckled, turning your head to the side to look at his over you shoulder. Sweet Pea's eyes met yours, yet this time they were darker than you've ever seen them. His palms connected to your ass again, this time with even more power. The sound of the slaps echoed around the room, and he moaned out loud as he dug his fingers into the skin of you ass. "Fuck me" you begged, shuffling back closer to him. You felt his tip line up with your opening before sliding in with ease, spreading your walls open as he kept pushing into you. His fingers burned your sides as he held you tight and guided your movements back and forth. Supporting your weight on you hands and knees, you felt your head fall forward in pleasure, your hair covering your face. "I'm gonna come" Sweet Pea moaned, slowing down his pace but deepening their force. "No" you jumped, forcing him to stop and this way being able to move away from him. "I wanna swallow" "God damn" he chuckled weakly, but before he could do or say anything else, you had already pushed him back onto the mattress. Settling on you knees beside him, you grabbed his cock into your hands, and took him into your mouth, pushing him all the way in. His tip reached the back of your way faster than you were used to, but you did you best to take all of him inside your mouth. "God, you're such a slut for my cum sometimes" Sweet Pea moaned as you kept bobbing your head up and down, chocking on his dick. You pumped in your fist the narrow area of his cock you couldn't fit in your mouth. Flattening your tongue against the underside of his member and hollowing your cheeks with ever other suck, you worked on bringing him to the edge. As a finishing touch, seeing as how he was already getting closer and closer to his release, you pulled away from his cock, moving your hand up, until you reached his tip and moved the pad of you thumb along his slit a few times, as your mouth traveled lower, reaching his balls. This combination was set to send him spiraling into an earth shattering orgasm, as soon as you felt his cock twitch heavily against your palm, you pulled away, stuck you tongue out and welcomed the very first few drops of cum that came out. "Jesus FUCK" he yelled out loud. When you looked up into his eyes, he couldn't help it anymore and let it all out. An endless chain of profanities along with waved of cum filling up your mouth, he lived his high to the fullest. Swallowing the last few drop of cum and whipping you chin, you sat up on the bed, pressing your thighs together, as few things turned you on as much as sucking him off did. As Sweet Pea still laid on his back, you threw one leg over his left one, and lowered yourself until your core met his thigh. "I'm gonna get off like this" you said sweetly, leaning down, "Is that ok, daddy?" "My cock just twitched, Y/n" Sweet Pea said, looking down at you. "I'll take that as an yes please" you grinned, pushing yourself lower, forcing your clit to rub against his bare thigh. You moved your ass back and forth along with your whole body, moaning out loud as it took you just a few moments to feel the second orgasm building up. "Help me cum" you cried. Sweet Pea grabbed your ass with both his hands, pressing you even harder against his leg, but it was more for effect as he just waited for a moan to escape your lips, before he moved one of his hands into your hair and pulled back. "Cum on my thigh, baby doll, come on" he encouraged, "Wanna feel your juices on my leg" Your second orgasm hit you even harder as all you could see was the dark look in your boyfriends eyes, as you trembled in his embrace. With your legs shaking as choked back moans escaped your lips, you fell into his body, drained from the ride Sweet Pea put you through in those early hours of the morning. He wrapped his arms around you. both of you physically drained, catching your breaths in complete silence. "What the fuck has gotten into us this morning?" Sweet Pea chuckled, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "It was so good, though" you sighed, and hid your face into his shoulder. "Damn straight, baby doll" "Go and make me breakfast" you said, rolling off of him, "You need to cum one more time so we're even, but I need a minute" "We don't have to even" he countered, moving to lay on his side, propping his weight on his elbow, "You know that" "I know" you nodded, "But I wanna" "I don't deserve you" Sweet Pea laughed. "Next time we do this, grab your phone"