#i just get quiet when people are all having fun and lolling. i just know im not in that

[burnthybread]

iiiiiidont know how to feel

[starboye]

Kinktober Day 22

starring: ross lynch x male reader

request: ross lynch x onlyfans creator!reader, reader is recording himself for his only fans and as he is fingering himself ross walks in to his room and sees his roommate knuckles deep so reader gets an idea and stands up invites ross to come join and ross jumps on to the bed and start rimming him and fucks him like a slut and after they finish ross puts a cute little diamond butt plug

warnings: smut, cursing, fingering, rimming, ass eating, rough sex, butt plug, sucking fingers???, slight degrading, fucked silly

with the way rent was rising in you apartment it was no surprise you got into the onlyfans business when you saw how much money it brought you and how many people enjoyed you content, and with living with ross being a singer and all it got the bills paid.

and with any other day like today you had to record some sexy stuff to post, so what better content then you fingering yourself, little did you know ross would be coming home early from the recording studio, ross knew what you did but never questioned it because as long as you were paying your half of the rent it was fine with him.

but imagine his surprise when he walked in on you fucking yourself with your fingers, moaning out like a slut as you went deeper and deeper with your fingers, he immediately feels a boner come on as you lean up and see him.

gasping in shock and wrapping yourself in a blanket "fuck hey ross" you try to play it cool but the shock on his face says anything but cool "h-hey y/n" he stammers covering his slightly big cock with his hands, striking and idea in your mind.

"you don't have to stand there you can come closer" you say in a sultry tone dropping the blanket and laying back on the bed, your hole out in full view for ross too see, the way it pulses open and closes was driving him insane, he wants to fuck you so bad now.

after a little battling in his mind he walks forward and lays his head in between your thighs, his breath fanning over your hole making you let out a tiny whimper that his ear catches, wanting to hear more of it he shoves his tongue into your hole.

you back arching in surprise as he works his tongue expertly inside you, your moans becoming louder and louder while the camera caught every moment of the sexy actions, your hand instinctively rushing to grip his hair tightly.

the more you pulled at his curls the rougher he ate you out which pleased you more and more, but just as you were about to cum he pulled away from you addicting but tasty hole "what the fuck ross i was right there" you complain but are immediately quiet when he pulls out his cock.

it was the size of your forearm and it was pulsing with veins "i have something so much better for you" you spread your legs wider as ross climbs up and puts himself in between them, he shifts your legs onto your chest and pin them against you.

he rubs his tip against your hole, even after the fingering and rimming you were still tight as a virgin, ross was going to have some fun with you "you ready" he asks and you shyly nod before he deeply thrusts into you making you cry out loudly, you could feel him in your guts.

"f-fuckkk ross it's to big" you moan gripping the sheets around you as ross pounded into you deeper and deeper, only thing leaving his mouth were moans and some heavy grunts while his fingers dug into your meaty thighs, trying to go deeper than he already was.

"do me a favor and shut up, im not leaving till you take my load" he shoved his fingers down your throat to which you eagerly drooled and sucked on like a lollipop, the more he fucked you the more brain cells you lost, slowly but surely drifting down a road to pure ecstasy.

"you like that huh, i bet your fans are gonna love this video" ross laughed at your dumb look, your tongue lolling out but still slightly sucking his fingers while your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your legs somehow now wrapped around ross's waist.

you wanted his cum bad and he could tell "you want me to fill you up" he asked but all you could get out were a bunch of sloppy mhm's and a lazy nod of your head which was enough to convince ross you wanted his warm load swimming in your stomach.

so with a couple more thrusts of his hips snapping into your ass he came in you with a drawled out groan, you were to fucked out to even tell what was happening, just whining out as you felt ross pull out of you before quickly returning with something in hand.

you felt him shove a butt plug in you before he grabs the camera to show the view he gets to see, your beautiful ass slightly swollen from the rough fucking with a nice diamond butt plug to keep his load snug in you, maybe even for him to fuck you later.

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[xxj-t]

Surprise, Surprise (Part 2)

Eren x Fem Reader x Jean

Characters: Eren Yeager, Jean Kirstein, Connie Springer

Summary: You and Eren make your way to Connie's room to have some more "fun". However, there is someone who you weren't expecting to join in...

Part 1

Note: Please enjoy! You can find my previous works on my AO3

Warnings: Threesome, Eren is a tease, Cum Eating, Blow jobs, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, 69 Position

MDNI!!!

Word Count: 9.6k

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The words from Jean boomed in your head. 

“I mean, I can join.”  

The thought of it sounded hot. Having two men all over your body...you could only imagine. But that was only an innocent thought and nothing more. Right? 

In the midst of your thinking, Eren was pulling you alongside him.

“Eren! We can’t just–” 

“Shh, it’s okay. He most likely won’t come in here. He’s too busy mingling with others downstairs to keep them entertained, probably.” Eren’s thumb brushes your hand as he guides you to Connie’s room. 

You felt a little guilty to have sex in Connie’s bed, but the high of having sex from earlier was exciting. Fucking in someone else’s house at a party was always a thrill. Hopefully Connie wouldn’t find out... 

Eren maneuvers through the crowd and finally reaches Connie’s door. Luckily it wasn’t too far from Jean’s room, it just took a minute to reach the door since other people started to crowd the upstairs.  

“Eren, is this even a good idea to do this with all of these people around?” You question. 

Eren’s hand reaches for the knob, before he looks back to meet your eyes. 

“What? Afraid of getting caught? Tsk, are you being a chicken?” he teases. 

“I am– I am n-not being a chicken!” you pout. 

“I mean, we already got caught anyway. Poor Jean. He looked so desperate, didn’t he?” Eren opens the door and guides you into the room then closes it shut. You walk in a bit further and look around, it’s actually pretty tidy, besides a few clothes on the floor and a few drawers open with clothes spilling out.  

Boys.  

When you turn around, you see Eren walking towards you slowly. He throws his mask off to the side near Connie’s bed. His blue green eyes were dead set on you, hungry. Just as always, you automatically succumbed to his leering gaze, feeling excited again. He always knew how to put you in his trance, this man would be the death of you. His tongue coats his lips, making them wet as he cups your face to tilt your head up. It was silent for a few moments and that’s when you realize that you haven’t even responded to him yet. 

“Y-Yeah, he did look desperate...” your words trail off as you look deep into his eyes. His lips were so close to yours. It was like he was teasing you on purpose. Finally, you lean in for a kiss, but he pulls back. He grins hearing your whine.

“Not so fast.” His voice sounds mocking.  

His index finger pokes your chest and backs you up, all the way to the edge of Connie’s bed, his eyes never leaving yours. Then you feel the mattress hit the back of your knees. Eren looks over your body, seeing your costume wrinkled and your thighs pressed together. He knows you want it again. It’s written all over your face and he thinks it’s hilarious. He knew that his cum was still oozing out of your cunt in your panties, it felt as though you were swimming in them. Eren leans in, his breath tickling your ear, sending a shiver all over your body. 

“Sit.” he whispers. It was low and subtle.

You suck in a breath as you sit down on the edge of the bed. He bends down to place his hands on either side of your thighs, the warmth from his palms searing into your skin. His eyes lower, and he lolls his head to the right as he looks you over once more. You’re quiet, waiting for him to do something. His hair is still a bit messy, fly aways sticking out and some strands frame his face. Eren's eyes are focused, observing the way your body was still shaking. He licks his lips again, while looking at your legs that were squeezed shut.   

“Eren,” you whisper. 

“Shh.”  

His thumb caresses your outer left thigh. He loves your thighs, the way they feel under his fingertips, how they always look so delicious. One of his favorite things is when you show them off, especially in this damn outfit you’re wearing. His touch feels warm, sensual. Your eyes land on his hand, and you observe the way he’s appreciating your body. Gosh, you love it...but if only he could hurry. The desire brewing in you was only growing once again. 

It seems like he knows what you’re thinking, because he slaps his palms on the top of your thighs, he pries them apart, forcing a gasp from your lips. He lifts your skirt up, and he sees the wet spot on your panties. He grins while pressing two fingers up and down your clothed slit. You whimper at the contact, still feeling sensitive from earlier. Your legs tremble, and your chest slowly rises and falls. His fingers press harder. 

“Eren, please...” your voice cracks.  

“Mmm fuuuck, look at you. You’re still dripping,” he purrs.  

He looks at you, the desperation practically dripping from your features. He knows you want him. He pushes you down on the bed, and straddles you. His left arm cages you in as the tousles of his hair dangle from his head. Eren starts to kiss your neck, while his fingers start to slowly circle your clit. It was almost difficult to breathe through your nose, as you try to steady your breathing. 

“Ahh...E-Eren...hah...” you bite your lip. 

“You sound so damn cute.” He slaps your cunt making you yelp in surprise. 

“Why do you still have these on, hm?” He cups your pussy. “So fucking wet.” Eren pulls your panties down in one swift motion, almost tearing them off in the process. He tosses them aside and leans back down. The warmth of his body soothes you, his proximity making you feel enclosed. He’s practically nose to nose with you. 

“Ahh, naughty girl.” he whispers.  

You moan his name as he starts to rub your clit, his middle finger running up and down your lips, smearing your slick everywhere.  

Eren starts to kiss your neck again. “Mmm...too bad Jean can’t see this. He’s missing out.” He coaxes a whimpering breath from you, as he slips a finger inside of you. You buck your hips up at the contact. The tone of his voice was teasing, yet the words he spoke made your pussy drip. It was too bad that Jean was missing out, the thought of him being here did excite you. What if he were to join you and Eren? Jean was pretty cute, back then you debated on asking him out, however you liked Eren more. 

“Ohh? Do you like the sound of that?” He catches you off guard.

Opening your eyes to blink up at him, you breathe out - completely taken aback. “Wait, what?” The exclamation leaves you before you could even think, and you notice the devious smile that spreads across his lips. He was planning something, you were sure of it.

“I felt you squeeze my fingers at the mention of his name. Tsk, tsk. I guess the thought of him being here turns you on, eh? You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He kisses the side of your head. 

“What? N-No! That’s not what I– ahhh!” Another finger enters. He gives you no time to think, both fingers find that spongy spot that longed to be touched. They make a “come here” motion, and he starts to move them at a rapid pace.  

“Nahh, I think you like the sound of that. So slutty of you. What if I... bring him here?” His tongue licks up and down your neck. One of your hand goes up to grab his shoulder, your nails digging in as you try to ground yourself. Bring him in here?? Fuck. Your pussy clenches hard around Eren’s fingers once more. He feels it. 

“Heh...I knew it–” 

“Eren! Please! That’s not what I–” 

“Relax. I’m just teasing you baby.” His fingers fuck you faster and you feel something begin to stir up. When Eren feels your hips buck, he chuckles as he pulls out his fingers. 

“Wha– no! Eren!” you complain. He winks at you and sits up, licking his fingers in the process, tasting you. You frown at him and sit up. He stopped? You were so close! Eren gets off you and pats your cheek. 

“You are so easy to tease.” Then, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. Before you could even get a say in anything, he nibbles on your ear.  

“I’m going to grab us some drinks, m’kay?” His hands knead your thighs, opening your legs once more as your skirt rides up. 

“Stay like this until I come back. Do not close them until I say so, got it?” he moves his face in front of you. 

“But, what if someone walks in?” you ask. 

“No one will. Even if they do, tell them to get the fuck out.”  

He kisses your cheek and backs away. Your eyes drop down to his bare stomach, ogling over his abs. He keeps walking backwards towards the door, his eyes burning the image in front him into his head. Eren’s hand finds the knob and his gaze drop down to your bare pussy. 

“I’ll be back in a few.” He winks at you, and closes the door.

Sitting there on the edge of the bed felt somewhat awkward. A sigh leaves your lips as you take in your surroundings. The room was illuminated by the lamp in the corner, making the mood of the room dim and relaxed. It would be more relaxing if the music wasn’t so loud, including the chatter right outside of the door. You look at the time on the clock in Connie’s room. 

10:29p.m.  

You didn’t realize how much time had passed. Do you even know how long you’ve been up here with Eren? Hopefully no one grows suspicious of where you both were, then again, you didn’t care. It was no one’s business, anyways. 

Impatience starts to grow in you while you tap your fingers against the mattress of the bed. It’s been at least five minutes already.  

“Ugh, where are you Eren?” As if right on time, you hear footsteps near the door. Hopefully it wasn’t someone random though. The knob turns and you bite your lip in anticipation.  

“Eren! Why are we up here?” A familiar voice says from behind the door. 

Jean??!  

You see Jean step and stumble in since Eren pushed him inside. Jean’s back is facing you, as he stares at Eren in confusion. Eren rolls his eyes and closes the door.  

“Eren! Jean?” you look back and forth between them, panicking. 

Jean turns around, being startled by your voice. He exclaims your name in confusion. Jean's makeup from earlier was gone now, looks like he wiped it off. His eyes venture down your body, and between your legs, everything on full display. His cheeks turn a shade of red. You quickly close your legs to provide some semblance of decency. 

“I– J-Jean! Eren, what is–” 

“What did I say about your legs staying open?” Eren raises a brow and starts to walk towards you. He looks menacing. You gulp nervously and tilt your head further back as he draws near. Slowly, you open your legs back up, the skirt only giving you little coverage. Eren wraps his fingers around your neck, gently. 

“Good girl.” He’s directly in front of you now, between your legs. He holds eye contact with you as he speaks to Jean. 

“Jean, I have a little treat for you.” he grins. 

Watching his face turn mischievous, you knew he was up to something; you just didn’t think it would be this. Deep inside, you were feeling excitement build up in you. Do you have the slightest idea what will happen next?

No, but you were all for it anyway.

Eren’s fingers tickle your neck as he keeps his eyes on you, they are piercing into your soul. He was hungry for you, and you were hungry for him. If it were up to you, you would jump him right now, but... 

“Uh, w-what do you mean Eren? What is going on?” Jean’s voice was shaky. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about Jean.” Eren's thumb rubs your bottom lip and then he slips it in. You moan at the taste of his skin, sucking on it and lapping it with your tongue. Eren turns back to Jean and steps aside to show what you were doing.

Jean looks from Eren to you. He sees your eyes heavy lidded, looking straight up at Eren. The sight in front of him was borderline irresistible. Jean’s cock throbs against his pants. His hand balls into a fist beside him. Whatever restraint Jean was having before, was now slipping away. He takes a deep breath and licks his lips. You looked incredibly sexy like that. 

“Holy fuck...” he mumbles to himself. 

Eren lets out a low chuckle and turns back to you.  

“You want to have some fun with Jean?” he asks. 

Your eyes look at Jean who’s nervously watching you. Then, you look back at Eren and nod your head, since your mouth was still occupied by Eren’s thumb. 

“See? She wants you to have some fun with her, Jean.” Eren gestures his head to have Jean make his way over. Jean sighs to himself, and hesitantly walks over towards you both. He looks down at you, seeing that look of desire in your eyes, drawing him in. 

“A-Are you sure this is okay?” he asks you, his voice breathy.  

Eren takes his thumb out of your mouth so you can answer him.  

“Yes, Jean.” You bite your lip and spread your legs further apart, lifting your skirt up. You were fully committed to the idea. Whatever was driving you to do this, only further made you want to dip into more of your desires. Jean’s eyes flick down to your still wet pussy. His mouth salivates at the thought of how you would taste. The atmosphere was shifting, you could feel it. 

“Go on, Jean. Have a bite.” Eren whispers into his ear. Jean lets out a low gasp. He slowly turns his attention to Eren and watches him nod his head.

Jean looks at you one last time to get your approval once more, and you smile at him. He takes a deep breath and lets it out. He can’t believe this is about to happen, he’s all for it.  

‘Fuck it,’ Jean thinks to himself. 

Jean kneels slowly, and looks up at you as you sit on the edge of the bed. Your skin was flushed, and the sensual look on your face was driving him crazy. He’s always wanted you, but he never knew that this specific thing would ever happen. Earlier, he was joking about joining you two...well, not really. This sort of thing is taboo, but he didn’t want to think about that right now. His mind was too focused on you. 

Jean’s hands travel up your legs, and his thumbs rub against your inner thighs. He brings his lips to kiss them. Your eyes watch him closely as you sit there on full display. Jean’s mouth feels so good on you. Your fingers grip the covers, and you try to hold back a moan. Just the thought of his tongue all over you makes you ten times more hot and bothered. You see Jean’s eyes finally make contact with yours, and he keeps them on you the further up he goes. 

“J-Jean...” you whisper. 

“Yeah?” he’s almost there, he’s right where you want him. 

“Hurry, please...” you beg. 

“Someone is impatient, I see.” Eren sits on your right and strokes your hair. “Poor baby.” 

Jean sees the desperate look on your face. Oh, how he loves it. If he wanted to take his time with you, he would, but he wanted to please you and give you what you want. He couldn’t resist you.  

Jean opens his mouth and gives your clit a slow small lick, his tongue lifting your clit up slowly and flicking it upwards. You roll your head back and sharply take in a breath. The sensation spreads throughout your entire body. Eren bites his lip and cradles your head with his left hand. 

“Ohh, you liked that didn’t you?” Eren looks back down at Jean. “Do it again.”  

Jean nods his head. He does it once more, his tongue licking it at the same pace he did the first time. He feels you squirm and thrust your hips as he holds your thighs down in place. Then, he licks you up and down slowly all over your slit. Good god, his tongue felt so big, and not only that, but he was adding the right amount of pressure, making your mind run like crazy. 

“Oh my god! Ahh!” you pant and nearly fall on the bed. Eren catches you and holds you up with his left arm to hold you closer to him. 

“Oh, you are loving this.” his lips brush against your neck and his other hand gropes your right breast, his fingers pinching your nipple that’s perked underneath the fabric.

It only stimulates you further. Your moans are caught in your throat as Eren brings you in for a sloppy wet kiss. The hand that was around you comes to hold the crown of your head in place. Both your tongues intertwine, making you dizzy as you get lost in the pleasure. 

Out of nowhere, Jean’s tongue enters your hole. You feel it slither in, whirling all around your walls. He tastes your slick and the remnants of Eren’s cum. He doesn’t care though, it just made everything more hot. You gasp in Eren’s mouth and grip onto his leg. Eren pulls back, and studies the expression of your face, one that is lost in euphoria. Eren hums and turns his attention to Jean.  

“Deeper, Jean.” He reaches down to push Jean’s head further in. 

“Oh!” your moan rings in Jean’s ears. 

“That’s it. She likes it like that,” Eren grips Jean’s hair and moves his head back and forth, controlling how Jean tongue fucks you.

Jean moans into your sex, letting Eren do what he pleased. Jean curls his tongue in different patterns, making you gush more onto his face. Then, he takes his tongue out and continues to lick up and down your pussy and finds your clit again. With each stroke you couldn’t contain your cries. You’re getting louder each time.

Eren’s left hand pulls you in for another kiss to shush you. It’s like the more Eren takes over your mouth, the faster Jean’s tongue laps at you. His tongue was like heaven, eating you out like there was no tomorrow.  

Eren’s hand was still on Jean’s head. Nothing but wet sopping sounds and moans echo in the room. In the background, the faded music distantly plays as the party rages on. You feel the wetness between your legs start to drip down onto the sheets. You feel your orgasm approaching quickly; you could almost taste it. To add more to it, Eren's hand comes off Jean’s head and finds its place between your legs where Jean’s mouth was. 

He slips his middle and ring finger inside of you. They immediately slide in deeply, reaching your g-spot. You curse under your breath, feeling so damn good. Jean’s tongue and Eren’s fingers working on you like this, made you want to lose your mind. Your legs start to quiver, and your breathing quickens. Eren knew you were almost there. He pulls away from your mouth. 

“Gonna cum all over Jean’s face, baby?” He kisses your neck and fingers you faster. 

“Mhm!!” you couldn’t form words. Jean’s tongue was making you dumb. 

“I bet you want it, huh?” he nips your neck. 

“Yes, I-I need, I– ahhh!”  

You were right at the edge. 

“Then do it.” Eren commands you.

Your breathing is beginning to stagger, you’re nearly on the edge of hyperventilating. The pit of your stomach begins to tighten, and you finally chase after your high, your orgasm taking over your body.

Your pussy gushes on Eren’s fingers and Jean’s face. He tastes every drop as he moves his tongue all around you. Eren brings his mouth back up to yours to kiss you, guiding you through your orgasm. You squirm and twitch, almost going limp. Jean grips your hips and digs his nails into your skin as you finish. His eyes look up at you, and he watches as you and Eren make out. His cock was straining against his pants this whole time; he was on the verge of cumming just from the excitement alone. God , he wants more. 

Jean watches you and Eren eat each other’s faces. He licks his lips clean from the remnants of your arousal. Your taste was addicting to him, he wanted more, but he wanted his lips on yours. Jean stands up, and places his left hand on your upper thigh with his other hand on the bed next to you. He leans in to start kissing your neck. You feel his warm soft lips on you which makes you turn your head towards him. Your eyes meet and you cup his face. There’s a moment of hesitation in his eyes. You could see the nerves eating him up, but the desire far outweighed any anxiety he might be feeling. 

He goes for it anyway, he leans in and you follow his lead. Your lips press against his. At first the kiss is slow and sensual, gentle. You can taste yourself on him, the flavor making it all the more stimulating. The kiss grows deeper, passionate. It wasn’t as aggressive as Eren’s kisses, but it balanced out nicely.

Eren closely watches you and Jean make out. His cock twitches at the sight of your tongue swirling around each other.  Seeing your tongues swirl around each other, his own cock twitches at the sight. If it were any other time, he would be pissed if Jean ever kissed you, much less anything else he’s done, but right now was the only exception. He thought it would be fun, and he wanted to tease you. Not only that, but he wanted to indulge in the thrill of sharing you as soon as you showed interest.

His hand goes to palm his clothed cock, which was begging to be let out. It was hard, aching for relief. A thought crosses his mind, making him look down at Jean’s pants. Eren notices he’s hard as well. Eren grins and leans in to kiss your neck too. His teeth graze your tender flesh as he makes his way down. Erren pulls down your costume to reveal your breasts. His mouth latches onto your right nipple, making you moan into Jean’s mouth. Eren’s tongue flicks the sensitive bud over and over again making you shiver. You pull away from Jean’s mouth and tilt your head back. Jean looks down, seeing Eren have his way with your chest. Eren’s blue green eyes flash over to Jean. His eyes flare, as if telling Jean to join him.

Jean gulps and looks at you as you enjoy the moment. Your lips part, moans freely spilling from your lips. He indulges and sits next to you, groping your other breast. His thumb runs over your nipple, making it hard. He admires the way you squirm beneath him, ecstasy etched into your features.

“Holy shit...” Jean mumbles. 

He decides his favorite thing was to see you like this. He bends to suck on your breast, his mouth working on you. Your breath hitches, and you feel yourself falling backwards onto the mattress with the boys following after you. You look down, seeing both of them play with you at the same time. This whole thing was sending your mind into overdrive. 

You arch your back and press your head into the sheets. Eren takes this chance to slip his hand down your inner thigh, feeling your wetness there. His fingers dance around, teasing you, taking his time.

You whine and buck your hips up, trying to rush him. Eren furrows his brow and slaps your inner thigh. 

“Tsk, you’re always so impatient,” his tone is teasing. 

Before you could even get a word out, Eren dips two fingers inside you. Your pussy was still so sensitive after both of their efforts. You stifle a moan and flutter your eyes. Your hips begin to sway as you start to fuck yourself on them, you indeed were impatient. Jean pulls his head back to look down at Eren’s fingers; he could hear just how wet you are. Jean mumbles some indecipherable under his breath. 

You turn to him and grasp the collar of his shirt, dragging him down for a sloppy wet kiss. He’s alarmed at the sudden gesture, but he quickly gives in. His hand lays on your belly, and he drags it up slowly. His fingers skim up between your breasts, and he wraps his hand around one of them. Jean caresses and squeezes it, his thumb running over your nipple. He rubs it in slowly tight circles, playing with it and noting your reactions. Your moans are muffled by his mouth. He smiles against your lips and pulls back. 

“Heh, do that again Jean,” Eren looks into your eyes, low and seductive, “She’s squeezing me.”

Jean looks at Eren and gives him a sly smile. Jean repeats his actions again, watching the way you react to Eren’s fingers playing with you again and again. You tilt your head back and squirm. Eren could feel you squeeze around his fingers. His smile grows wider the more he does it.   

“Mmm...” Eren pulls his fingers out. 

He sees you whine at the loss feeling. He chuckles and looks over at Jean who meets his gaze. It was like they were speaking with their eyes. You furrow your brows, trying to figure out what they were up to. It was a bit hard to read them, probably because you were too far gone in all the excitement. However, even Jean didn’t know what was happening. He had no idea what Eren was planning. He was only following his lead. He sees Eren’s blue-green eyes look down at Jean’s hardened cock in his pants. Jean follows his gaze and fidgets a bit. It only makes Eren grin and look over at you. 

“Hey baby, take off that costume, let Jean see all of you, yeah?” Eren cups your face and squishes your cheeks, making your lips pucker.

Nodding your head, you start to undress all the way, discarding your costume. Eren stands up from the bed and pulls down his pants, kicking them off. Jean quietly watches both of you undress. He wasn’t sure of what to do next. His eyes drag over to you, seeing you fully naked. He lets out a shaky breath...you were so damn beautiful.  

“Like what you see, Jean boy?” Jean was so zoned out staring at you that he didn’t realize that Eren was right in front of him, bent down to eye level with Jean. His breath quickens as he looks Eren in his eyes, and his eyes peek down at Eren’s body...seeing how bare he is. 

Eren grabs Jean’s jaw and lifts his head to look him directly in the eyes. Jean’s heart raced; he wonder what the fuck Eren was doing. Eren points his eyes behind Jean at the computer chair next to the bed. 

“Sit and watch,” Eren releases Jean’s jaw, and approaches the bed to crawl on top of you.

You watch Jean look at both of you as he gets up to sit in Connie’s gamer chair next to the bed. He settles on it, gripping the arm rests, not looking anywhere else but you and Eren. He was invested at this point, there was no turning back.

You keep your eyes trained on him, and he keeps his eyes on you. Jean’s gaze travels down your body, watching Eren settle between your legs. He leans further back, trying to keep his composure.  

Eren’s hand cups your face to drag your attention back to him. 

“Let’s give Jean a show, m’kay?” His lips ghost the shell of your left ear, making you shiver.

Eren feels your body respond to him, he needs you, now . He reaches down and grabs his cock, sliding it up and down your slit, teasing you. Your legs spread wider. 

“Please, do it already,” you whine. 

“Tsk, tsk.” Eren wraps his hand around your throat, he leans closer to you, his breath brushing against your skin. You go to retort back a comment, but his cock makes its way in, effectively silencing you. It brushes at your sensitive walls, pushing in deeper. 

Jean’s cock throbs at the sounds you let out. His breathing is shallow, and his heart skips a beat as he watches you and Eren. His hand goes down to grab his cock for some relief. Jean can’t believe he’s watching the both of you right now.

His right leg bounces up and down as he takes in the pornographic scene in front of him. He watches Eren nibble at your neck, his tongue running over your skin, followed by his lips leaving kisses. the way Eren was nibbling at your neck and running his tongue over that spot, followed up by kisses. Eren’s hand squeezes your neck, cutting off your oxygen. His eyes travel down to Eren’s hips rolling into yours. You were taking him so damn well. Your eyes roll back, your hands desperately holding onto Eren.

Damn it, he couldn’t take it anymore and you two have only just started. Unconsciously, his hands go to tug down his pants, with just enough room to pull out his dick. It was already beading with precum, some already dripping down his shaft from the tip. Jean leans back and spreads his legs, relaxing further into the chair. He starts to stroke his cock and lick his lips, still tasting your sweet essence on them. Damn it, he wanted more. He tries to quiet a moan, but fails to do so.   

“Ahh, fuck.” Jean whispers to himself.  

You didn’t even see or hear Jean since you were so concentrated on Eren fucking into you, he was already making you feel so out of it. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were being so damn noisy. Hearing Eren laugh through his nose makes you come back to Earth.   

“Noisy girl,” Eren purrs. 

His voice was so raspy. He kisses your cheek and smiles. As you look up at him, you see movement from the corner of your eyes. You adjust your gaze in that direction, watching Jean. His face was red, and he was looking directly at you with lowered glossy eyes. He looks out of breath, almost as if he were in a trance. Then, you see his hand moving up and down on his...jeez you’ve heard the rumors that he was big, and indeed he was. Now you get it. It was long, the girth was perfect, and it had a slight curve to it too. You feel your face heat up as you watch him. Both of you hold eye contact as you two watch each other being pleased. It was making you throb and clench around Eren.  

“Ahh, you like it when he’s watching us, don’t you?” his lips brush against your ear. He comes to a halt. You pout when you feel him stop. He looks over at Jean and looks down at his cock.   

“You like what you see, Jean?” he teases. Jean looks away from Eren, embarrassed by his words.  

Eren grabs your chin and holds your gaze.  

“Naughty girl,” he says. Then, he turns your head to face Jean. 

“Keep your eyes on him as he watches me fuck you.” Eren starts to set his pace on you, harder than before.

His grip on your chin tightens as he holds your face in place. His eyes focus on you while you stare at Jean. It was such an erotic scene. All your senses were heightened, your blood rushing through your veins. 

Damn, you never would have thought something like this would happen. Neither of you. 

Another man watching you get fucked by your boyfriend? This doesn’t seem real. 

Jean bites his lip as he pumps, his cock faster and faster in his hand. You hear his little grunts and groans. It was easy to tell he wanted to cum, but he was holding back. He didn’t want to cum yet, but damn, it was tempting. Seeing you and hearing you take the pleasure from Eren...and the way Eren was handling you altogether was too fucking hot. He could only imagine what you felt like.   

You moan as you feel Eren hook his arms under your knees pushing himself further into you, with your legs lifted higher; practically being folded in half. Eren lays his head in the crook of your neck, his teeth nipping you as he whispers sweet nothings. Telling you how good you’re doing and how pretty you sounded. He even teased you saying how good you’re being for Jean.   

“You like him watching us don’t you, baby? You’re doing so good.” He licks your neck and drags his tongue all the way up to your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine. God, this was like a fever dream. 

It feels like your breath was being ripped from your lungs. He has the perfect angle, and he was going so deep, it was leaving you speechless. Your gaze never leaves Jean’s, and you can see the struggle in his eyes. He was so close to letting go. Jean studies the way Eren was going hard on you. He could see Eren’s cock penetrating you so profoundly. It was driving him mad and seeing your facial expressions? Fuck...   

“Holy fucking shit,” he groans.  

“Close, are ya Jean? Heh, and here I thought you could last longer than this.” Eren grins at Jean and he looks down at his cock, seeing the tip leaking. 

“Sh-Shut it, Jaeger!” Jean scowls at him, letting out a low grunt. 

“I don’t blame you...” he raises his glance “...I bet you want to fuck her, don’t you?” 

Jean’s eyes widen. He does want you. He wants you so damn bad. Eren notices Jean’s silence. He knew the answer. 

“I take that as a yes,” Eren comes to a full stop. It was hard for him to pull away from you. His idea was to fuck you in front of Jean, but he has another one in mind. Eren looks down at you and grabs your attention.  

“Want Jean to be more hands on?” His thumb goes to swipe against your bottom lip. You catch your breath and look back and forth between his eyes with a hazy look. To him, you look so gorgeous. 

You nod your head. 

“Jean, get over here,” Eren pulls out, much to his dismay. His cock stands upright, his tip leaky and red.

Jean comes to a halt, getting up from his seat to walk near the bed. Eren grins and helps you sit up. As you come out of your headspace, you look at Jean letting your eyes fall down to look at his cock. It was begging to be touched. You look back up and tilt your head, winking at him. Jean’s face turns a shade of red and looks away. How cute. 

“Get him nice and wet, baby.” Eren whispers in your ear. 

You look at Eren and nod your head. Jean sees you bite your lip as you gesture with your finger for him to get closer. As Jean draws near, you smile and scoot to the edge of the bed. Then, you stretch out your hand to touch his torso, sliding it all the way down between his legs. Jean swallows as he watches you closely. He sees your hand go to reach for his dick, and as soon as it makes contact he lets out a guttural groan. Ohh , how he has yearned for this.   

His moan shocks you, and it sends a wave down between your legs. You lick your lips and put your mouth on his tip, instantly going for it. Jean’s eyes widen as his heart nearly skips a beat. He rolls his eyes and throws his head back. Nothing had ever felt this good, he was sure of it. His mouth drops open, and he focuses on the warmth of your mouth. His eyebrows furrow as he hisses the deeper his cock goes in your mouth. 

“Hell...” he goes to rub your head.  

His eyes flutter open as he looks down to watch you. He sees the way his cock disappears inside your mouth. It was almost too much. He could feel how hard his heart was pounding against his chest. 

His cock was starting to hit the back of your throat already. There were thoughts running in your head on how he would feel between your legs.  

It was getting so sloppy, saliva dripped down your chin the more you sucked him off. Jean’s moans and whimpers were beginning to get more intense. You open your eyes to take a peek, and the sight nearly makes you moan...dear god, the way he looked right now was so hot. He was only focused on you and nothing else. With his mouth agape and the way his eyes were hypnotized by you...gosh he looked so fucking good like this. He thought the same about you as well.  

You raise your hand to cup his balls and you begin to massage them. The grip in your hair tightens, and his back slightly arches. 

“Ahh, damn. F-Fuck...I...” Jean is a stuttering mess. 

“Alright now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves baby. Can’t have him finish yet, can we?” Eren chuckles as he watches you two.

He rubs your back and goes to pinch your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. You begin to pull away and there’s a ‘pop’ from your mouth. Jean’s cock was covered in precum and your spit. You wanted to keep going, but Eren was right. You can’t have him cum just yet. As much as you’d like to see Jean’s face scrunch in pleasure.

Eren pulls you in for a deep kiss, his tongue taking over your mouth, tasting you, claiming every inch. Your hand goes to hold the back of his head as you two go at it. Jean’s a panting mess, as much as he missed you already, he couldn’t help but find all of this so enticing. 

“Get on top of me,” Eren goes to lie down on his back in front of Jean. You go to straddle his lap, but he pats your thigh. 

“Other way, Wonder Woman,” he winks at you. You squint your eyes at his teasing comment.

Then, it clicks on what he wants you to do, so you turn around to settle into the sixty-nine position. Eren’s hands grab onto your hips to bring you closer to his face. Looking down at his cock, you could see it was waiting for you. When you feel Eren’s breath between your legs, your face heats up at the fact that you were so exposed to both Eren and Jean. 

“Was sucking Jean’s cock so arousing to you?” Eren’s tongue licks from your clit, all the way to your hole. Feeling his tongue sliding in, you let out a deep moan, going limp on top of him. His tongue slowly moves in circles. Fuck.  

“Eren!” you squeeze your eyes and grip the bed sheets, moaning on his thigh.  

Jean stands there watching how easily you break. He’s pumping his cock watching the slight unfold. Eren chuckles at the way you react, it leaves him satisfied. He pulls away and settles his head on the mattress. He looks up at Jean and raises a brow. 

“Go ahead,” he says. Jean looks down at Eren, he sees how playful Eren’s expression was.

Eren’s hair was a mess. It was coming out of the bun he had tied up earlier. His blue green eyes stare deep into Jean’s soul. Jean sighs and stares at your ass and your pussy on full display. The position that you’re in was very sexy, but he was also a bit hesitant because Eren was right there. But overall, he didn’t care. As long as you feel good, then that’s all that mattered. 

Jean takes off his shirt and pants, revealing his toned body. He takes another step closer and grabs your left hip. He goes to pump his cock and slide it between your legs. Eren watches from below. He has a full view in front of his face which only fuels his fire.

You feel Jean’s tip start to slide in your pussy and you slightly squirm, feeling him enter you. A breath leaves your lips as he makes his way in. He felt so damn good. 

“Oh my, J-Jean,” you grit your teeth and you push back on his cock.  

“Shit, shit...” Jean bites his lip. 

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Eren moans as he watches you back it up on Jean.

He can see the way Jean’s face twitches as he focuses on your cunt. Jean’s eyes were droopy and his mouth parts, letting moans whisk out. Jean doesn’t hesitate to start moving, you just feel too good to not to move. 

The way he felt inside exceeds your expectations. The way you’re angled makes his cock penetrate deeply, it was feeling too good. You felt so open, and your senses were driving you crazy.  

You look down and see Eren’s cock looking for some sort of relief. As much as you wanted to lay here comfortably and let Jean fuck you like this, you wanted Eren to feel pleasure as well.

You wrap your hand around him and go to give his tip a few licks before dragging your tongue down to the base. Eren moans and slightly bucks his hips. A satisfied grin spreads across your lips as you drag your tongue back up, flicking the head. Eren sucks in a sharp breath and grips your thighs. Finally, you open your mouth and bring his cock to your mouth. 

Eren lets out a heavy breath when he feels your mouth enveloping him whole. His nails dig into your skin as his head lolls to the side. He closes his eyes to concentrate on your mouth. You bob your head up and down, feeling the way his cock hits the back of your mouth. It was twitching in your grasp. 

Everything was happening so fast, you felt so damn good. The thoughts of you being exposed to both Eren and Jean leave you delirious. Nothing else mattered. You’ve fantasized about this before, but now here you were actually experiencing it. It was like a dream.

Jean groans above you and squeezes your flesh as he picks up the pace. He brings your ass back on him and meets you halfway. His cock was almost all the way in. He stares at the back of your head and watches you choke on Eren’s cock. He hears how sloppy your mouth is getting and hears your soft muffles. He can feel you flex around his cock, which makes his breath stagger all the more.  

“Ohh, yeah. You look so good like that.” Jean rolls his eyes back and groans.

His hips thrust a bit faster now. He was practically taking control now. He was going so much deeper, he was nearing being all the way inside. You whimper around Eren’s cock and take your mouth off him to catch your breath. Your heart was racing against time, trying to keep up.  

“J-Jean...” you lay your head on Eren’s thigh, your eyes roll back as Jean fuck you harder. 

“Aww, feeling good baby? Let me help you out.” Eren watches the show from below. 

He licks his lips and raises his head up to put the tip of his tongue on your clit. He drags it up and down before rolling his tongue on it along with his lips wrapping around the bud. You begin to tremble at the crazy stimulation. Being fucked and having your clit played with was exhilarating. 

You yourself were having a hard time refocusing on Eren’s dick. You couldn’t help yourself; the deeper Jean went and the more Eren played with your pussy was about to make you break. It felt so messy yet so good. This was the type of stuff that you shouldn’t mess with, having sex with two guys at the same time, but damn you wouldn’t mind doing this again. 

Eren’s mouth was being coated in your arousal, and the more Jean fucked you, the more wet it got. Eren’s tongue never lets up on you. He circles it around your clit, moving it slowly at first and then going faster. It makes you squeeze around Jean. 

“Ahh, ahhh damn. Whatever you’re doing keep...keep...” Jean hunches over a bit and sets his gaze on his cock fucking you.

He can see Eren feasting on you. Him pounding into you like this while watching this unfold made Jean’s mind run rampant. It was all getting too much now. His thoughts were unholy, all he could think of right now were the sounds you and Eren are making. He knew that doing this in his best friend’s room was messed up, but damn it he couldn’t stop it. He wouldn’t. Not a chance. Connie was probably occupying himself with drinking and terribly flirting with girls, anyway.  

Jean’s practically sweating. He moans and pushes your back down a bit and pumps faster, his breathing short. He was nearly going cross-eyed.  

Jean’s sounds almost sounded like whimpers, high-pitched and sharp. Eren could tell Jean was about to cum soon. Eren grins and licks your clit faster, making you practically choke around his cock. He applies more pressure on your clit, and slides it towards where you and Jean are connected. His tongue licks Jean’s cock which catches Jean by surprise. His eyes widen in shock, and he stutters. 

“E-Eren, what the–” Jean goes to finish his comment,but then he feels Eren’s tongue lick his balls.   

“Nngh, what the fuck, ahh,” Jean rolls his eyes back and moans. 

“What’s wrong Jean-boy? Need to cum?” Eren teases.  

“F-Fuck you Jaeger.”   

“I’ll take that as a yes, horse-boy.” Eren’s tongue swirls on Jean’s balls again and goes to suck on them. 

Jean’s body quivers, and he lets out another high-pitched moan as his thrusts start to waver. 

Damn it, if Eren keeps it up, then he’d cum right now. 

You hear Jean struggling from Eren’s antics. Eren's cock twitches in your mouth, he was definitely enjoying teasing Jean. The grip that Jean has on you tightens. You feel your heart race at a new beat, just the sound of Jean enjoying himself and Eren being a tease arouses you even more. If only you could see the look on Jean’s face. 

You wrap your hand around Eren’s cock and pucker your lips to put a glob of spit on it to make it extra wet, as you start to pump his cock in your hand. A low groan from Eren is heard from beneath you. You smile to yourself, and turn your head slowly to peak over your shoulder at Jean, only to find his eyes already locked onto yours. It was almost a jump scare, because you weren’t expecting him to already have his honey eyes peering into yours. You only assumed that he had his eyes closed from everything going on.

His eyelids were lowered with his mouth slightly parted, watching you watch him. Sweat forms on his forehead and toned body, his hair sticking to his forehead, he looked like a damn mess. A hot damn mess. Jean tilts his head and the corner of his lips tugs upward as he sees you. He thinks you look so good like this, he was feeling so good, and he knew you were enjoying all of this too. Jean’s jaw clenches. He was about to lose his mind, needing to cum now, and seeing you like this was the final straw. 

“How’s our girl looking Jean? I can see you’re focused...” Eren taunts.

Jean breaks his gaze away from you for just a moment. He didn’t know what to say, but all he could do was nod his head. 

“Can’t let you cum just yet Jean, ladies first.” He winks at him and Jean feels his face heat up.  

“Eyes on her,” then Eren goes to bite the back of your right thigh to get your attention, which makes you squeal. He lets out a cocky laugh. “Eyes on him.”  

Then, Eren turns his attention back between your legs. He drags his tongue to your clit and starts to lap at it, before his lips begin to close around it. You feel yourself start to stagger your movements on Eren’s cock and your back arches more and you nearly go limp, but you remember Eren’s words.  

Jean can see the way you’re coming undone, the way your eyes were fluttering, having a hard time focusing on him. He hears your cries, and feels your walls closing in on him, sucking him in with each thrust. Jean lets out a gasp, and holds your hips down to keep you from squirming too much. His light brown eyes were droopy, feeling himself going into a drunk like state feeling you, watching you, hearing you.. .god he was on the brink of losing his shit. 

The sensation of you two keeping your eyes on each other along with Jean fucking you like this, and Eren pleasuring you at the same time nearly had you on edge. 

“God, you look so good like this,” Jean says. His breath was heavy and so was yours.   

“J-Jean...Eren....I–” you were cut off by Eren sucking your clit and his tongue picking up faster and faster, you couldn’t hold back.

You feel your orgasm rip through you, your body quivers as you come undone. Your breath shudders and your eyes start to partially close, you could barely keep your gaze on him– 

“Eyes on me. Yeah, that’s it. Just like th-that. You’re...ahh!” Jean ends up pulling out and cums on your lower back. He wanted to hold back, but it was nearly impossible. 

“Shit, shit!” Jean lets out an audible moan and he hunches over, with his forehead pressing against your upper back. He kisses the back of your shoulder while rolling his eyes back, spewing out curses under his breath.  

Eren moans as he tastes you. He lets out a low chuckle watching Jean come undone as well. He lays his head back down to catch his breath, but he doesn’t even get to do that. He feels your mouth instantly on him, which catches him by surprise. Your lips move up and down on Eren’s cock, bringing him further down your throat. To move things further, you don’t hesitate to massage his balls. 

“God, fucking...jeez baby, I...” He rolls his eyes back, bucking his hips while his legs bend.

He was almost going into a twitch-like state. His breathing was drawn out and heavy. The last straw was when he felt your throat close all around him and you kept it there. Little did he know that Jean was holding your head in place. 

“What– god!” Eren ends up cumming in your mouth. 

His moans were low and deep as you taste his cum shooting down the back of your throat. You nearly choke on it as Jean holds your head there. Jean grins as he watches you take it all in your mouth, and hears Eren climax. 

He removes his hand from your head. Once you swallow everything Eren gave, you lift your head to look at Jean. He sees Eren’s cum drip from your mouth. Jean looks down at your lips and smiles at you. He lifts himself off you and pulls out which makes you yearn for more of him. He shifts his body off to the side to give your breathing room, with his face still close to yours. His hand cups your cheek and pulls you in for a kiss. Your tongues dance around one another, tasting each other.  

Eren tilts his head off to the side to set his gaze on you two. He watches you both pull back, and sees the satisfaction in your eyes as you look at Jean. You and Jean didn’t even have the words to say, but both of you had a mutual understanding that this was a crazy, fun night.

He studies your reddened face, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. That alone makes you feel fuzzy on the inside. He was so sweet. You turn your gaze towards Eren, and you wink at him. He smirks and shakes his head. 

“You are something else.” Then he spanks your ass.

You roll your eyes in a playful manner and get off him to lay on the other side. All three of you lie still to calm down. No other words needed to be exchanged after this intense encounter. All that could be heard was the music that was still blaring, and your heavy breaths sounding about the room. 

You raise your head up after a while to sit up. Eren and Jean follow suit, and you all stare at each other. You feel yourself getting nervous...you shouldn’t have to feel this way after what had transpired. 

“Well, that was...” you trail off. 

“Hot,” Eren grins at you. You feel yourself blush and look away. 

“Oh, no, don’t be shy now,” Eren’s hand travels up your right leg. You roll your eyes. 

“I’m not!” 

“You are,” Jean chimes in. 

“Aht, you were shy in the beginning, dipshit.” Eren furrows his brows. “Also, you liked the way my mouth felt, didn’t you?” 

Jean scoffs and frowns at Eren. He points an accusatory at him. 

“Listen here, you–” Jean starts but he’s cut off by hearing the doorknob turning. 

All three of you freeze, and you immediately go to grab the blanket on the bed to cover your body. Eren goes to hide your frame as best as he can, along with Jean helping to cover you. 

All eyes meet with the ones that belong to Connie, who was standing there with a drink in hand. He’s frozen in place. The expression he has was one of horror. He takes in what he sees in front of him. Luckily, he didn’t have the door swung wide open.  

There was silence as he took in seeing not two...but three people on his bed, which included his best friend. He sees the clothes tossed on the floor; his bed sheets messed up... 

“Oh, come on!” Connie exclaims. 

All three of you give each other panicked looks. You try to hide your head behind Eren out of sheer embarrassment. You felt bad, like really bad! Why wasn’t the door locked in the first place?? 

“Connieee, heh.” Eren snickers at him. “We were just having some fun.” 

“In. My. Bed?!” He covers his eyes with his hand.  

Great. Now Connie looks more traumatized. 

“Well...you see what happened was–” Jean started. 

“Aht! No. Just...” He uncovers his eyes to sneak a glance at Jean and Eren. “You three! Will scrub my room clean!” Then Connie leaves and slams the door behind him. 

Silence.  

You sigh and look between the two. Jean blushes and clears his throat when his eyes land on you.  

“So...uh...well, prepare for the shit he will give us...” Jean scratches his head. 

“Worth it,” Eren shrugs. He grins and points his gaze in your direction. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m good. I feel...very good actually.” You fidget with the blanket around you. 

“I’m glad,” he glances at Jean, “How about you horse-boy?” Eren snickers. 

Jean gives Eren a stank look. Even though all three of you had fun, he still wanted to punch Eren in the face.  

“I’m cool...” he shrugs. 

“Just ‘cool’? You liked a lot of things tonight, so you’re more than ‘cool’, Jean.” Eren shrugs and gets up to gather your belongings off the floor. 

Jean groans. Eren was right though. Jean was feeling so much more than that. He wouldn’t mind doing this again...with both of you. Jean could feel his face heat up at the possibility. He clears his throat. 

“Yeah, w-whatever. I’m content...” Jean looks away embarrassingly. 

You couldn’t hold in your laugh. You thought it was adorable. 

“Maybe we can do this...again?” You smile at Jean as soon as he whips his head around, giving you a bewildered look.

He wasn’t expecting you to say that. 

“Mmm, perhaps. I don’t like sharing...but maybe I could make an exception.” Eren hands you your clothes and kisses your forehead. He looks at Jean and laughs. “I think Jean likes the sound of that.” 

Jean crosses his arms as his eye twitches at Eren’s teasing. He couldn’t deny his words though. 

“Y-Yeah...I guess,” Jean sighs and looks at you, seeing you wink at him. He clears his throat and shifts his eyes back to Eren. 

“You still owe me a new door though.” 

[patxhwrk]

I have like 4 reqs in my inbox rn dont worry ill get to that but have this because ive been consuming 3rd life content like kirby

Anyways have a short Limited Life fic <3

-ˋˏ✄— Rest Easy, I'm here

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ TangoTek x Reader

Pronouns: they/them

"Rest. It's late."

.navigation. // .hermitcraft & empires smp masterlist.

CW!!

—Mentions of death & violence

—Slight Limited Life spoilers

Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. Not when you’re surrounded by people who are either the boogeyman or red life. People who would take your life to increase the clock attached to them. To lengthen their time and cut yours.

Y/n L/n doesn’t sleep. But it isn’t to watch over their own timer, or to keep themself safe. They could probably just stay in one of the world borders and hide until daytime.

But instead, they found themself in team TIES’ tower. Instead, they found themself watching over their allies’ base in case of a wandering Scar or one of the Bad Boys with a plan.

Instead, they found themself sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall in the underground area of the TIES tower, a drowsy Tango beside them. Running from yellows and having his green life taken by Skizzleman had been a tiring experience for him.

He dozed off and snapped awake. His head lolled forwards before jerking back up, hitting the wall a couple of times. Y/n watched him with a raised brow, fighting back the weak yawn that rose in their throat.

“Tired, Tek?” They wondered, amused.

Tango groaned and wiped his eyes. He brought his legs up and nestled his head in his crossed arms, sighing heavily. A single eye peeked out to look at them. “No?”

His response caused a light chuckle out of Y/n, who shook their head fondly. “You can sleep, you know. Running away from all those yellow lives took a toll out of you, Tango.”

Tango shook his head. “And leave you watching over TIES tower alone? Nu-uh! It’d be rude to fall asleep before a guest!”

“I insist. You look horrible.”

Tango pouted, now facing Y/n. “Aww, how could you? Me, horrible? I didn’t think you were capable of insulting me, of all people!”

They let a fond smile slip on their lips, grinning when he yawned. “Maybe it’s the sleep getting to you. Maybe you’re imagining me insulting you.”

“Oh, now you’re gaslighting me? Shame on you. Shame!” Tango let out a few tired giggles before another yawn slipped off his mouth. “Or—yeah, maybe it is the sleep.”

“Go on then.”

Leaning his head back on the wall with crossed arms, Tango hummed. “But what if I stay up a bit longer with you? That sounds fun, right?”

Y/n thanked the night, as the lights remained off and Tango was unable to see their darkening face. But they knew Tango, and they knew that he knew.

“Yeah, sure, but if you do fall asleep, you’ll be awake enough to see me in the morning properly and not in the dark.”

Tango’s voice wavered tiredly. “And does it matter if I see you at all? What if I just want to—” a yawn cuts through his sentence ”��stay with you?”

Y/n smiled at him, watching as he dozed off once again.

“Then if you sleep, I’ll stay here with you.”

“That sounds nice too,” Tango said as his eyes drifted close. “Yeah. You’ll stay the night?”

“Just for you, Tango.”

Tango smiled, humming. His hum turned into light snores, before he was fully asleep. His head tilted forwards before Y/n caught it gently in their hand, guiding his head to lean on them. They watched Tango with a fondness, humming a quiet tune that echoed in the underground of the TIES tower.

They wouldn’t sleep that night, they decided. And maybe they wouldn’t sleep a few more nights for Tango Tek.

—PATCHWRK!

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

Wait Jensen leaves edenbrook? 🤲 spare lore pls

(~night-triumphantt this is my main loll)

OMG OMG JENSEN LORE?? were going to be here for a while (these are literally my fav types of asks)

yes jensen does leave edenbrook (and unfortunately it is not cute and fun. but anyway.) like 2-3 years post book three (i havent decided exactly when)

so in my hc ethan is as bad, if not worse than he is in canon. hes always had issues w jensen, and jensen is not one to try and smooth it over. this post is a lot more detailed, but for a quick summary, ethan always had something of a thing for jensen, but didnt know how to act on it. like hes never been w men before in a romantic sense (just some weird fucked up competitive longing way. cough cough tobias) so he had a hard time coming to terms w that aspect of it. and on top of it jensen wanted NOTHING to do w his ass

jensen tells it like it is and ethan has always taken it very personally, which has put a lot of distance between them and sparked Many arguments. jensen has been upset w him for making his first and second year so much more difficult than it needed to be, and ethan has never apologized or acknowledged it. overall, they just frustrate each other and theres a lotttt of tension between them all the time. theyre both headstrong but in opposite ways (ethan likes to be right and outsmart people, jensen just wants shit to get done which makes him very direct) and its just never worked out, essentially

ethan also has a remarkable talent for hitting triggers jensen didnt even knew he had. theyve had their fair share of blow-up arguments because of ethans demeanor, abuse of power, and how they handle cases in general, and ethan just knows right where it hurts every time. jensen doesnt even like arguing, and usually he just shuts down the second they start raising voices, but he always tries his best to get his point across before then

anyway, now that you have the backstory, we can actually get to How jensen quits

at the end of book 3, jensen takes over the diagnostics team and ethan takes up an administrative position. in fandom, a lot of people keep ethan as the dt lead bc he would hate an administrative position. i know this and put him in the administrative position anyway bc its what he deserves. with that in mind, ethan takes pretty much any chance he can to stop in to check on the dt and the cases they have. hes a Terrible micromanager and doesnt like the changes jensen has made to it

jensen tries to take his advice/guidance in his first year leading it, but is ready to make changes/decisions by himself as time goes on. ethan is not ready to give up his spot, even if he already did in writing, and it just turns into a lot of unnecessary overseeing and trying to comment and help on cases after jensen already had them distributed and handled

ethan has always had a problem when it comes to questioning and not trusting jensens calls and judgement on diagnostics cases. while he was more subtle about snooping into some of the DT cases, theres one case he goes over jensens head with and changes a bunch of the calls he made just bc he didnt trust that jensen could "handle" it

jensen ends up finding out, obvi, when the patient he spent nights and days researching for is suddenly Not following the treatment plan he laid out. he talks to the rest of the dt about it and obvi nobody knows anything, so it doesnt take him long to figure out what happened

ethan comes to see them and it is Not pretty. jensen straight up asks why tf he touched the case, and jensen knew it was because he didn't trust him, but he wanted to hear him say it to confirm. they end up arguing back and forth, but, for once, jensen doesnt just sit quietly (theres more reason to this that will be detailed in the fic i eventually post ab it). when ethan yells at him, which usually keeps him quiet, jensen lays out every instance where ethan has ruined his time there. how hes selfish, priviledged, and doesnt stand for anything someone in medicine should care about. basically spells out every way hes incompetent and biased as a doctor and how actually he should just quit bc he was never cut out for it in the first place. and then jensen quits on the spot.

now, jensen had actually been looking into leaving before that. bryces residency was done, and bryce had been having a difficult time connecting w people bc when you push everyone out of the way to get to the top, surprise, they dont like you! also, jensens ambitious as fuck. hes wanted to start more accessible dt resources and teams across the country since he heard ab edenbrooks team

so while him quitting seemed very impulsive, he was already waiting on offers from a hospital in california and chicago (and trust, they were happy to have him)

the whole thing was a HUGE point of drama for the hospital. jensen is not known for blow up reactions. hes more known for lack of reactions to big things, if anything, so to have him quit like that was absolutely wild. also like. thats just an insane way to quit as it is

but in the end it led to a lot more scrutiny of ethan and how he behaves as a doctor. his behavior is highlighted in the book jensen eventually writes ab his experience w the medical field (not by name, but it doesnt take much to figure it out) which also ends up leaking a lot more shit ab ethan as the board further pushes into the specific incidents detailed in jensens book. basically jensen ruins ethans career which is so real of him

but yeah anyway. i didnt need to post a novel length explanation but here u go <3

[slashmagpie]

Blood & Snow

Pt. VII

Directory: {Pt. I} {Pt. II} {Pt. III} {Pt. IV} {Pt. V} {Pt. VI} {AO3}

The final day for @hermithorrorweek! Ngl, this one barely fits the prompt, but, well. I had to end the fic somehow. TWs for this chapter include: temporary character death, vomiting, non-consensual body modification, body horror, minor gore, pain and panic

VII. FROM BEYOND

What even is a game?

Dictionary definition, an activity one engages in for fun. Stupid definition. Boring. Incomplete. Throw it away. Who needs dictionaries, anyway? So—what is a game, then? Something with rules. With challenge. With balance. Something that draws people in, that rewards them for their time.

It’s—fun. Games are fun. Really, at the end of the day, isn’t that the most important part?

Decked Out is not a game anymore.

It had been, once—until very recently, in fact. Even as it awoke, began to breathe, began to consume and transform, it had still been a game. People had been having fun. He’d been having fun. It’d only stopped being fun when—

When what?

Back in season seven, when it was quiet and lifeless, when it had only been played a couple hundred times, nowhere near as engaging as its sequel, verging on a thousand? When he’d come up with the idea for a sequel, started drafting out plans, discarding and creating mechanics to bring everything up to the next level and beyond? Sometime during those thirteen months in a hole, turning cold and blue, afraid of the sunlight, isolated from his friends? When he’d dug for hours on end, dyed his skin red with redstone, ushered in beasts and monsters at cost to his health? 

No. No, all of those things were fun, in their own way. It was only when—

When he became—

Why? Why did—?

The issue isn’t that Decked Out isn’t a game. Decked Out isn’t a game right now, because Decked Out is currently a person, and that’s not supposed to happen, and that’s why it’s not fun. Game’s busted, everyone go home. Dungeon shut down for maintenance. They were right, the hermits, all those times they yelled at him to fix his game. No one enjoys a game that’s broken.

So if that’s not the problem, then what is?

His body feels small and cold. There are arms wrapped around him, warm and solid when every part of him is frozen. He can feel Hypno breathe above him, below him, chest fluttering as he gasps for breath, and the dungeon quivers as Tango does the same. Flesh. It wasn’t meant to be flesh, the Burning Dark—the name wouldn’t make sense, if it were flesh. It’s just flesh because Tango’s flesh, and Tango’s the dungeon right now, and he doesn’t really want to be.

…So it wasn’t want, then. That’s good. He hadn’t thought he’d wanted to be a dungeon, but you can never be too careful with subconscious desires. So—not want, then. Then what? What? 

“Tango,” Hypno whispers. “Tango, we need to go.”

Tango tries to open his mouth, and slams a hazard door open and closed. Great. He tries again, and gets a breath out, a frigid wind blowing down a tunnel on level one. His face scrunches in concentration and discomfort, and Rusty heals one tick, sending a cascade of treasure and embers onto the empty floor of his cage.

“Would love to,” he slurs at last, and his voice sounds like cracking stone and noteblock jingles. “But if you haven’t noticed…”

He can’t finish the sentence. Doesn’t know how. How could he possibly explain—

He doesn’t even know how to explain it to myself.

“Don’t make me carry you, man,” Hypno says. “I’ll do it.”

Tango doesn’t respond. His fingers twitch. Two floors above their heads, a shrieker howls. Hypno can’t hear it, of course. Tango hears it. Tango hears everything.

“Right,” Hypno mutters. “Right. Okay then.” 

And then—movement. Tango is lifted, slowly, painstakingly, and his leaden limbs are moved without his permission. His spine cracks, and the dripleaf parkour slips into hard mode. It’s embarrassing, really, having so little control over anything, over neither of his bodies. His head lolls back in Hypno’s arms. A ravager spins and turns to walk in the other direction.

“Okay.” Hypno takes a step. “How long do you reckon it takes to punch through flesh? Can’t be that hard, right…?”

And Tango—

The dungeon seizes, all the doors opening and closing at once, all the beasts opening their mouths to wail, every noteblock and disc playing at once, and the sound is cacophonous, agonising. Hypno cries out out the sound. Deep within the skulk-covered walls of level three, Cub lets out a groan. Far above their heads, Gem clamps her hands over her ears and shrieks, giving Pearl, Scar, and Bdubs just the opening they need to slip a sword between her ribs and send her off to her base to respawn.

Do no do not destroy the dungeon do you know how long that took do you know how much it took do you know don’t—

The dungeon settles. It feels like it takes an age, but beside the heartbeat, and the sound of dripping blood, and harsh breathing, level four is quiet again. Hypno hadn’t even made it to the wall, much less torn through it. It’s funny, because he’s never really been afraid of pain before—the amount he smacks his face into walls, he can’t afford to be—but just the idea of Hypno breaking through the dungeon makes him recoil in a way he can’t—

Wait.

Oh.

He’s been asking the wrong question, hasn’t he?

It was never about Decked Out at all.

The dungeon sighs, long and low and whispery. Thirteen months—three years, really, if he considers the first one—and now, now he realises what he’s done—

(It was worth it, though. Maybe it’s just because he’s tangled up in it still, can’t tell the difference between his body and the dungeon’s, but he can’t help but think it was worth it.)

(He doesn’t want it to end.)

(And that’s the problem, is’t it?)

He puts all his energy, all his focus (that system’s gone, was scrapped, redundant, useless—focus. Frost Focus, Moment of Clarity, focus) into opening his mouth, into choking down a breath, into croaking out, “Kill me.”

Hypno nearly drops him with the force of how hard he jumps. “Jeez, man, you scared the crap outta me—I’m not killing you, dude, what the heck?” 

“Kill me,” Tango insists. “You got that sword, right? Cheater.” He tries to snort. The dungeon manages it instead. That’s—fine. Whatever. Won’t matter soon. What matters is that he needs this thing carved out of him—

“Well, yeah, but I wasn’t gonna use it on you—the ravagers, probably, if anything—”

“Gotta,” Tango whispers. “Kill me. Then—go—go tear out the, the—” He can’t breathe, all of a sudden, the weight of the entire dungeon on his lungs, crushing the air out of him—

Those aren’t the only lungs he has anymore.

The dungeon breathes, “Redstone.”

“What? Wouldn’t that break the game?”

He—laughs. The dungeon laughs. His head swims. “Kinda the point,” he manages, the dungeon manages. “Game’s over.”

“Oh.” Hypno is quiet, for a moment, and then unceremoniously drops Tango without warning. He hits the fleshy ground hard, sinks back into soft tissues, stares up at Hypno through half-lidded eyes. Hypno draws his sword. Bites his lip. “You’re sure about this, Tango?”

“Yeah,” says the dungeon, and Hypno nods.

The sword comes down, and there’s a burst of pain, and Hypno’s face melts into red, red, red—

And then there’s only black.

----

Tango had gotten the idea for Decked Out from somewhere else. Something else. Another game, actually.

Clank. A board game. Making it into a real thing, a minigame, had been a fun challenge—and then it had been so fun that he’d just had to do it again. He’d taken this thing and made it his own. Made Tango synonymous with Decked Out, with dungeon, with hazard and clank and frost embers. All that time, all that effort spent—he’d put so much of himself into the project.

…It’s no wonder, really, that things had ended this way. He’d put all of himself into the game—

And now, in order to pull himself out, he needs to destroy it.

Game’s over.

Hypno’s sword slices through the flesh walls of level four, and then he uses his fists to punch out the black concrete beyond. He pulls himself into the cavern beyond and begins to crawl up the half-finished wool buslines, up towards the spaghetti soup of redstone above. Once he’s there, once he’s found the card sorter and the clank blocker and the—everything important, really—he takes handfuls of wool and redstone in his hands and begins to tear.

Tango screams. The dungeon screams. In her bed, blocks and blocks away, Gem screams, hands twisted in and tugging at her hair as the stone slowly leeches out of her skin. On level three, Cub screams, pushed out of the skulk-infested grave he’d made for himself, the rot sloughing from his flesh and leaving bloody open wounds in its place. Upstairs, Etho is doubled over, clutching his stomach and retching up pieces of Tango’s soul.

Decked Out screams, and thrashes, and fires every piston in an attempt to fight, in an attempt not to have the life ripped out of it—

But Decked Out is a game. A dungeon. A thing made of stone and wool and redstone. A thing animated by sound, by beast and bane, by every player who'd ever dared to play it. It is not a thing that is alive by itself. It can do nothing to stop its undoing. It cannot prevent its own death.

Dying takes an eternity. Blinding pain, and panic, and Hypno’s shaking hands tearing him to pieces, gutting him from the outside in. It’s agonising, neverending, and he screams himself hoarse before it's done, chokes on his own cries and whimpers and sobs and writhes instead, because the pain is too much for silence and stillness—

And then, all at once, it’s over.

Tango sits straight up in his bed, the scream in his throat echoing around the walls of his storage room, and then doubles over to throw up skulk rot and blood and redstone all over the sheets. He vomits for—longer than is healthy, probably, and when it’s finally done he collapses back on his elbows, shivering and empty. He should—move, probably, destroy and dispose of the sick-covered bed, but he doesn’t have the energy. 

He doesn’t…

He flops back onto the pillow and holds a shaking hand out above him. The skin is faintly pink, soft and warm and wholly alive. His throat burns. His head swims. But—

He’s alive. He’s in one piece. And he isn’t…

“Tango!”

They come clattering down into his storage room, Pearl first, Bdubs and Scar behind her. Tango’s sure he must look a mess—he sees Scar gag at the sight—but he finds it in himself to muster a smile and a wave at the sight of them.

“Where’re the others?” Bdubs demands. 

“Etho—should be upstairs,” Tango croaks. His voice is nearly gone. “Cub’s on level three, someone should go get him. Hypno’s in all the redstone spaghetti out there.” He gestures vaguely with a hand. “Might wanna get him too.”

“Right,” Bdubs says. “I’ll—no, Pearl should get Cub. She knows level three the best.”

“Got it,” Pearl says. “I’ll be right back.” And then she’s off, firing rockets and flying out into the dungeon, into the places no one but Tango ever goes.

“I’ll go get Hypno,” Scar offers, and then he’s gone as well, and then there’s just Bdubs and Tango. They’re quiet for a moment. Tango’s breath rattles in his chest.

“Okay,” Bdubs says. “You gotta get out of that bed, man, that’s disgusting.”

Tango groans, but Bdubs has a point. He uses what little energy he has to wriggle out from beneath the covers and roll onto the floor, where he lies, breathing heavily. Bdubs steps forward to break the bed.

“I think what’s even more disgusting,” Tango says after a moment, “is that all of that was inside of me.”

Bdubs pulls a face. “Eugh.”

“Right?”

“You’re… good, now, though?” Bdubs asks. “You look better. You’re all orange and red again.”

“Am I?” Tango blinks. “Oh, that’s good. Yeah, I’m…” He winces. His throat really does hurt. His voice sounds like he’s been gargling rocks. “I’ll be okay,” he lands on in the end.

“Oh, good! I mean—I wasn’t worried at all, of course.”

“Of course.”

“But the others—the others were worried! So it’ll be good to tell them the, the good news…”

“Oh, yeah,” Tango mumbles. “Game’s over, isn’t it. Gonna have to let everyone know.”

That’s… gonna be fun. He’s surprised more hermits didn’t end up as entangled in the dungeon, honestly, with how into it a lot of them are. So that conversation’s gonna be…

“They’ll get over it,” Bdubs says with a wave of a hand. “We’ll throw a party or somethin’, distract ‘em.” 

“Yeah.” Tango snorts. Then—“Hey, does this mean Etho won the game again?”

A rocket fires, and footsteps touch down on the ledge into the room, and Hypno cries, “He better not have! Restart—I wanna restart. Or a recount. Or something. You can’t let him win again, Tango, he’s gonna be insufferable—I can go put the wiring back in, we can do one more phase, surely, right—”

Tango covers his face with his hands and laughs.

(The dungeon, lungs and brain and heart and soul ripped out, does not laugh with him.)

[dearamleo]

Come join the murder

just started it & cannot get enough! are you going to keep writing it???

Oh! Thank you so much!!! Come Join the Murder started out as a bit of a joke with my roommate but has been just incredibly fun to write and it’s really exciting to see people enjoying it!

I am absolutely intending to continue writing it! I wanted to work on finishing Writing Pages before I continued other WIPs so now that it’s done my intention is to pick CJM back up!

This is from the next chapter titled A Quiet Time. I can assure you that it absolutely was not.

Read it on ao3

“Alright, so,” Remus started, his long fingers spread out on the table as he leaned forward. Sirius was half torn between counting each of the freckles and scars across his skin and the way each word rolled out from Remus’s mouth. He really did have a perfect mouth. “Me and Phelan, we was out riding one day- tryin’a find our next score when we get lost. Out in the middle of nowhere, right?”

“Right,” James agreed, just as enthralled with Remus’s story as Sirius- though perhaps not in the same way.

“We come across this decently kept farmhouse, though. Seemed a bit out of the way of anything, but hell, I’ve seen people in stranger places. Anyways,” he said with a wave of his hand. “We leave the horses and head to the house, hopin’ for some directions. Sittin’ on the porch is this big hoss- dirty fella, but I still didn’t think nothin’ of it. He greets us all friendly like, callin’ us partner.”

“Nah, I’m gettin’ unsettling notions already,” Sirius said, grinning at Remus’s exasperated eye roll. “C’mon, Moony, nobody who chooses to live out in nowhere, greets a stranger all welcome like! Common sense!”

“I remind you,” Remus said, poking Sirius in the cheek. “I was sixteen at the time.”

“Yeah, Padfoot- remember what you was like at sixteen? Bona fide moron,” James teased. “Tried to join the circus once, remember?”

“Watch it,” Sirius growled. “I do distinctly recall all the words to your ballad for Lily and I would be happy to recite them for this entire saloon.”

James’s unfocused eyes widened. “Carry on with your tale, Mssr. Moony.”

Remus laughed, knocking back the last of his drink. “Anyways then. As we were talkin’ with the big boy, woman comes through the front door-”

“She a looker?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Quite the opposite, Pads. She had the distinct tang of the farmyard on her and the look o’ the devil in her eyes. I wanted to turn around right then and there- I ain’t one to be lured by a woman, but my… brilliant companion was not of the same convictions. Two seconds of the woman flashing her shins and suddenly we’re sitting at their kitchen table with dinner being served.”

“Well that don’t sound half bad,” James slurred.

“One would think,” Remus shuddered. “I take one drink of wine and next thing I know the world goes all ass up and I’m waking up in a ditch with Phelan’s dead body ‘cross mine.”

“What!?” James and Sirius shouted at the same time.

Leaning forward even more, clearly devoted to his storytelling, Remus continued. “Damn right. Well I wasn’t just going to let that go, no, so I find my way back. Turns out the lovely couple in question- ain’t no husband and wife like we thought, nah, they were siblings.”

“Siblings?!” James and Sirius continued their synchronized yelps.

“Yep, crazier than all hell too when they found out I wasn’t dead like they thought. Ended up knocking the woman out with a frying pan and dumping the rest of the drugged wine down the man’s throat. Locked ‘em both up in the cellar and made off with the cash they had hid behind a portrait on the wall.

“You’re shittin’ me,” Sirius said, his tongue practically lolling out of his head as he absorbed every word, every intonation, every twist and turn of Moony’s story. “You’re lucky you got out alive.”

“I’m calling bullshit,” James barked, pointing his finger at Remus. “You’re a wiley fucker, but takin’ ‘em both down on your own? Buuuuuull. Shit.”

Sirius felt like jamming James’s finger right back for insinuating such a thing of Remus, but he was distracted by the impulse as Remus threw his head back and laughed, a sharp barking sound that did… something to Sirius. He shifted slightly in his seat as he watched the long column of Moony’s throat flex with the force of his laughter.

[keijiism]

— bottom!felix hcs

minors and ageless blogs DNI | top gn!reader

(@burnt-herbs) no anon because I'm not a pussy 💪 im down so bad for Felix I literally wanna top this man so badly bro my comphet is so bad for him I'm absolutely begging on my hands and knees for ANY bottom Felix. he'd be so whiny, and squirms untill you tell him to stop and he moans right then and there. only God knows my ao3 history relating to Felix.

note from nia: putting vers fellx away because i am also down horrendous

felix sitting in your lap with you inside him as he tries to read :( he keeps squirming so you have to grab his hips and tell him to stop moving because he doesn't want to be a bad boy does he?

something about cockwarming is comforting for him—maybe it's the way he gets to hold you close and how he can feel himself clench around you

asking felix if he can prep himself while you watch and he nods before covering his fingers in lube nd precum before slowly pushing them inside. he buries his face into the pillow and moans until you say you wanna hear him. his eyes are closed shut unless he's looking at you with this dazed expression. you ask if it feels good, if his fingers are anything like yours and he whimpers and shakes his head :(

you tell him to be good and patient, to imagine it's you fingering and touching him right now, to think about how good it'll feel when he's all ready for you. all he can do is cry and add another finger because he knows it'll be worth it in the end

felix's breath wavers when you finally start to enter him and his grip tightens, leaving red marks on your back. felix moaning about how you're filling him up and how good nd big you feel :( when you go slowly so that you don't hurt him and he starts to complain and beg you to just bottom out—he can take it, promise,

teasing him is so fun though . refusing to go faster and still managing to make him moan despite his urge to cry

finally picking up the pace and he, somehow, gets louder and thanks you over and over again while cursing in between

he likes when you fuck him from behind because you don't see his tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back so it's less embarrassing

also what can he say ,, there's just something about the way you grip him from behind and how your hips slam against his

i stand by fucking him in front of a mirror and gripping his hair so he has to look at himself

felix drooling with his eyes half-open . you ask if he wants you to stop and he immediately rejects the idea of you pulling out any time soon

tying up felix so he can't touch you and is completely at your mercy. his wrists behind his back while he rides you, the only thing keeping him steady is you holding him by his hips

asking mr. exhibitionist felix escellun what he'd do if someone saw him so fucked and pretty like this? how he'd feel if people found out he loved getting fucked raw from behind while his hands are tied and he mewls? cooing when he moans and tightens around you, watching as his face flushes and he struggles to answer

if you can lift him against the wall and fuck him he thinks he's going to die. but fucking him any way pushed against a wall is completely fine with him

telling him he has to be quiet or you won't let him cum and he bites his lip and tries to muffle his voice. but then you hit him in the perfect spot and he lets out the loudest fucking moan and begs for you to hit him there again.

if you decide to be nice not even shoving his face into the mattress can quiet down his voice. if you remind him that he broke the rule he's still going to be loud but for different reasons,, whether from a punishment or apologizing and pleading

likes bouncing up and down on you while kissing you. might cum immediately if you decide to wrap your hand around his cock

fucking felix so well that he starts speaking velan

[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

-

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

[x-reader-theater]

Pt. 1

Derek x Spencer x make reader. Reader is an unsub and is supper hot, which factors into his ability to kill people. Reader is almost caught because of the bau’s profile but he talks his way out of being a suspect. I don’t see many unsub!reader fics where the reader gets away with it so I was thinking reader gets away with his crimes.

Not gonna lie, I kinda forgot about the whole reader being hot thing loll, so just imagine it in your head. You're hot. Done XD Anyways, this was such a fun series to write! Edited by @mystic-writes

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of violence and torture, swearing, manipulative reader

Gif by @reidgifs

You grin as the man’s screams echo around you in the empty, abandoned warehouse. If this were happening at home or in some well populated area, you would have to gag him, but because everything around you is empty or abandoned, you let him scream all he wants.

No one is coming.

You laugh as you stab the knife into his abdomen. He howls out in pain and tries to double over but the hemp ropes tied to his wrists and ankles make it impossible. You laugh loudly as he starts to cry.

You stab again, and again, eliciting the most beautiful screams from this man that quickly turn into sobs, and after a moment, he slumps forward, not quite dead, but on the verge.

You calmly wipe down your blade, making sure to not touch it with your skin or get any DNA anywhere near it, and drop it on his head for later when you go to move him.

But you don't have a chance as you hear the quiet footsteps of an entire team. While one person could be quiet enough to go unnoticed, an entire team would create a lot of sound. You grip your knife tight and sprint for the back office. You throw open the secret hatch and climb down, making sure to put everything back where it was in the first place.

You know it won't fool them forever, but it will give you enough time to run away.

You sprint away through the tunnel and eventually come out the other side, slipping open a false manhole cover and pushing it closed behind you. There have never been any cameras here and there's no one around this area to see anything.

Your father made sure of that. You run towards the nearest subway stop, slowing down and looking casual when you see the cameras, and use your metro card to hop the subway all the way back home.

—

"[Y/N], can we talk to you? About something important?" Spencer asks, sitting down next to you on the couch.

You set your book down and take off your reading glasses. "Of course. What about?"

Derek sits down on your other side and says, "It's about a case we're working on."

You nod, waiting for them to continue. Spencer says, "Our profile… well… one of the things we found was that this murderer is male and likes using knives. And, well, you have an extensive knife collection-"

"Wait, what's this about?" you ask, fear gripping your heart and fake shock tinging your voice.

"Just, let us finish," Derek says, and you go to say something, but he cuts you off. "The unsub also used one of your father's warehouses on the south side."

You frown. "He owns over half of those warehouses in that district! Spencer, what's happening!" you exclaim, turning to your boyfriend.

Spencer sighs and you go to grab his hand, but he pulls it away. It makes you want to cry. "We also see you on the subway everyday that we find a body. Every Tuesday."

"You know I go check on some of the fuller warehouses that day!" you exclaim, your voice getting thick and tears threatening to spill. "Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything!"

"[Y/N], you know we have to expend every possibility-"

You cut Derek off as you start to cry, sobbing into your hands, asking how they could ask this, how they could think this, why you, and Spencer seems to be the first one to break, pulling you into his chest and letting you cry while he rubs your back.

"Derek…" Spencer whispers, and you feel him shaking his head.

Derek sighs behind you and you feel him move closer, wrapping you up in a hug.

You all sleep in separate rooms that night, and for the next three nights.

Three days later, however, a man turns up dead in one of the warehouses, with souvenirs for every single one of the kills, and the case is deemed closed.

Spencer and Derek give you their best apologies and you accept them, pulling them close. You sleep in the same bed again that night.

And while the case is closed, Spencer and Derek can't help but feel the real killer is sharing their bed, but they push it down so far that they don't believe it to be true.

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Bratty

Summary: Chris didn’t like being ignored.

Pairings: Jealous!Daddy!Chris x Black!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, arguing, reader slaps Chris, slight sugar daddy vibes, swearing, jealous Chris, PR stunt, wall sex, oral (female and male receiving), reverse cowgirl, riding, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, creampie, name calling

Tagged: @titty-teetee , @harrysthiccthighss , @iam-laiya , @mariahthelioness29 , @night-of-the-living-shred , @liquorlaughslove , @blackmissfrizzle , @stargazingfangirl18, @whiskey-cokenfanfic, @olyvoyl , @zaddychris

(A/N: Knocking out these WIPs by combining some WIPs. Like, reblog, enjoy and all that jazz.)

No one knew about your relationship with Chris. He was the hot guy that every girl around you wanted. Girls were always trying to shoot their shots. You hadn’t done much, but ignore him a few times when you started being friends with his brother’s boyfriend and somehow that ended up with him asking you out. From then on, you’d been a part of a very intense sexual relationship.

Your friends didn’t have an idea. Sure, they knew you were at the very least fucking around with someone. Somehow you managed to get away with not disclosing who anytime they bugged you about it. Your friends were great, but you couldn’t exactly trust them to not tell everyone and their mothers. It wasn’t even like they’d be doing it maliciously, but the scandal it’d be if people had found out that you and Chris had ended up together would be astronomical. 

This is why you were able to save face when you saw another one of those publicity stunts with him and some actress. They were Hollywood’s hottest couple. Gag. You couldn’t even go to the grocery store without seeing pictures of them all over at checkout.

Whatever.

You were Y/N L/N. You didn’t need him anyway. You didn’t have time for fuckboys. No matter how good looking or rich. No matter how good he dicked you down in bed.

So, why did it hurt so bad. 

Again, it’s not like Chris was your boyfriend. Did you even have the right to be upset? If anything, it hadn’t been more than a booty call. You wiped your tears quicker than they could fall because why the hell were you even crying. He wasn’t even worth it. Deep down you kind of knew this was always going to happen. The man was a commitment-phobe. If he really wanted to be with you, he would’ve made it official months ago.

So, you tried to not think about him. Even if you had to see him every time you went to the grocery store. Even tuning out your mutual friends. Then threw out those stupid forever flowers he’d bought you. You could pawn the jewelry, at least. Maybe give the clothes to charity. 

On second thought.

You’re keeping the clothes. Those Chanel bags were staying firmly in your closet. Someone could pry those Christian Louboutin heels out of your cold dead hands. Okay so maybe you were more like a sugar baby than anything else. You needed to stop trying to figure out what you even were because who cares fuck him.

Either way it still stung. 

Fuck it. You could go on a Chris Evans diet. You didn’t need him.

--

Hey baby I’m back home

Let’s get dinner tonight

He’d texted you as you were getting ready. It’d been almost a month since you’d heard from him. Maybe his girlfriend dumped him or his agent told him he didn’t have to play along with what you were sure was a stunt. It didn’t matter. You were no one’s second best and you had a date tonight. With someone that actually wanted to not play games.

Your palm itched because you wanted to text him back so bad. Wanted to tell him to leave you the fuck alone. Except you were trying to go cold turkey. Instead you muted his contact before finishing your hair. 

The dress you were wearing was one he’d bought you and so were the shoes you wore. Not that he cared, but it felt more fun to use the stuff he brought when going out with someone else. You knew that it would have at least gotten under his skin. Your date was some guy your bestie kept trying to push on you.

He was cute enough. Made good money. In the back of your head, though, not that you would ever say it out loud he was no Chris. You weren’t sure any other man would be able to do you like he did. To fuck you so hard that you forgot your own name. How he’d get you into all these crazy positions. How he spanked you and made you call him Daddy. 

You shook those thoughts away. You didn’t need him.

Anyway, you’d gone on like two dates with Devin. He was okay. You liked him so far. You weren’t really expecting much to come out of it, but you were having fun with him. At least he texted you back in a timely fashion. 

There was a knock on the door so you went to grab it seeing your date on the other side. 

You’d been trying this new thing. Where you didn’t kiss to quickly or have sex to soon. Which you’d told Devin your boundaries right off the bat. Dinner was nice. He was cute enough anyway.

Your mind kept wandering to thoughts of him which was annoying. You didn’t want to think about him. You wanted to feel like you were living in a post Chris Evans world.

When he took you home you could tell he was trying to kiss you on the lips. You turned your head at the right moment so he got your cheek. You weren’t surprised that he tried to.

As you were getting ready to take off your shoes and retreat to your room, happy that your roommate was spending the night at her boyfriend’s so you could spend the rest of the night walking around naked there was a knock on the door. You groaned as you looked through the peephole and then backed away seeing the man you were trying to avoid on the other side.

Your stomach turned and suddenly you wanted to throw up your dinner. Maybe if you didn’t make any noise he’d go away. “Y/N, I know you’re in there,” his Boston accent was so thick.

You took out your phone, going to his contact. Seeing all the messages. Then the final one.

I’m coming over

He’d of course been in your apartment before. Sometimes when your roommate had gone to visit her family or stayed with her boyfriend, he’d come over. You’d end up having sex all over just because you could.

“Open the door!” He said. You didn’t want your neighbors to think you are crazy. So, you did. Anything to get him to stop.

“Are you crazy?” You asked in a quiet voice. “My neighbors can probably hear you.”

He pushed passed you with his face all red. “Who the fuck was that guy?” He asked.

Your heart started to race. Stick up for yourself. Like you do in your head. Tell him you’re tired of his shit and tell him to leave.

You took a deep breath before finally opening your mouth to speak. You could do this. “I was on a date,” you finally said with your head held high.

Chris quirked his eyebrow. “What the fuck? Why?”

You shrugged still trying to maintain your composure. Cool, calm, and collected. “Why not? You go on dates with other women. I haven’t heard from you in a month and you think you can make demands?”

He clenched his jaw, scoffing at your words. “That’s work and you know it.”

“Did work tell you to fuck her? To ignore me for a month.”

He rolled his eyes. “You don’t know shit, Y/N.”

“I don’t care. I saw you! Every time I went on Twitter. Every time I went to the fucking grocery store, I had to see stupid tabloids with your stupid faces on it.”

He pursed his lips and sighed. “Look-“

“Did work tell you to wait a fucking month before texting me? Oh, hey let’s go out for dinner,” you mocked him. “After ignoring me for a fucking month! Like fuck off!”

“And look you hopped on another guy’s dick quickly like a fucking slut.”

You’d never laid your hands on someone before, you always felt like you were above that but you gasped and before your brain could even think you’d already slapped his face. Tears welled up in your eyes when you realized what you’d done. “I’m so so so sor-“

But before you could finish what you were saying, he cut you off with a kiss. He slammed you into the wall before lifting you up with one arm and wrapping his hand around your neck. “Think you’re in charge here. I was about to apologize, but you just couldn’t shut the fuck up, huh.”

He pushed up your dress so you were completely exposed to him. It didn’t take him very long for him to undo his pants. Before you knew it, he was pushing into you. Your head lolled back as he started fucking you. Not even giving you the chance to push him away.

You hated how good he felt. How his thick dick made you not even care anymore. You just wanted it. Wanted him. Needed him to fuck you.

“Fuck, Daddy,” you moaned.

“That’s right. I’m your Daddy.” He hissed. “I’m your fucking Daddy.”

You bit your lip as he moved you into the wall. Like he was about to fuck you through it. “Right there,” you gasped as he started fucking into your spot. Right where he knew you liked it. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“See you naughty little slut. You fucking like it.” He was pounding into you.

You nodded trying to move back against him because you still needed it. It’d been two months since you’d last had sex with him. “Yes, I love it.”

“Yeah. You love Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes!”

“Say it. Fucking say it.”

“I love Daddy’s dick.” You moaned trying to keep your voice low so no one could hear you.

He hissed before letting out his own moan. “Louder, Baby.”

“I love Daddy’s dick,” you cried.

“Fucking louder. I want your fucking neighbor to hear you.”

“I love Daddy’s dick! I love Daddy’s dick!” You said a little louder as you tightened around him cumming all over his thick dick. He carried you over to the back of the couch, still stuffed inside of you.

He leaned you over the back of it so that he could kiss you. Thrusting in and out of you. It hurt so good.

He suddenly pulled out of you, grabbing your waist so he could make you turn around. Chris started kissing down your back getting on his knees pushing you up so you were leaning over. He finally tugged ag your panties ignoring the rip that he’d put in them as he pulled them off of you.

His tongue went to your pussy as soon as possible, licking and sucking up all the juices that were there “Fuck,” you mewled. “Don’t stop.”

He swirled his tongue around inside you. Licking you like he was making out with your cunt. His hands came up so he could jiggle your ass.

You started rubbing your clit. Needing to touch the nub because it was like it was throbbing for attention. He smacked your hand away as he started doing it himself.

His fingers were rubbing you so good. His mouth working at the same time. You could feel your orgasm so damn close. Chris didn’t let up until finally your drippy little pussy was gushing as you came hard. He wasted no time in standing up and pushing into you.

Your face felt flushed as he started moving into you again. Chris was never satisfied unless he made you cum so many times you were begging him to stop. Even then he might push you a little because he loves how whiny you get when you’re over stimulated.

“Did you let him fuck you like this?” Chris slammed his hips into you. Needing to keep fucking you as rough as he could.

“No,” you whimpered.

“Just me, huh. No one else could do this to you.” He smacked your ass leaving a stinging pain behind. “Bet you didn’t even let him hit it, huh.”

“No,” you answered.

“Why?”

“Because no one fucks me good like you.”

He chuckled clearly getting some amusement out of your desperation. Before he could cum again, he tore away from you leaving your pussy clenching on nothing as he grabbed your neck so he could take you to the carpet.

He signaled for you to get on you all fours and you thought he was going to make you suck his dick until he got down beside you. He grabbed you hard so he could put you into position. Grabbing a throw pillow to place on the ground before pushing your head into it.

The anticipation of whatever he was about to do was scaring you. Your body trembled as a reminder of the two orgasms he’d forced you through so far. He grabbed both your arms, holding them behind your back so your face was kind of dependent on the pillow that was about to be stained with your makeup for balance.

Oh, he was about to destroy your cunt.

The first thrust was so deep your body tried to pull away before you could even think about it. “No. Don’t you fucking run from me. You take it.”

The only thing you could do was take it since he was holding your hands behind you. He was violating your pussy and there was nothing you could do about it. You gasped with each thrust not being able to even wrap your head around how deep he was. You could feel him in your stomach. 

It was like this switch in your brain had turned off. All you could do was think about how much you needed Daddy’s dick. All you could fucking do. You wanted to be his bitch. Wanted for him to own you. You needed him to never ever stop.

“Oh, no. Did I fuck you stupid, Little Girl? Your stupid little brain couldn’t take it?” He sounded so condescending and it only added to how far gone you were. “Who am I?”

“You’re my daddy,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you.”

“You’re my daddy,” you whimpered. You bit your lip, burying your head into the pillow because fuck you’d just buy a new one. Your roommate would understand.

He moaned seeing how fucked out he’d gotten you. In the same way your mind had slipped into the subspace, he felt him hit this feeling where he felt so dominant. Like you seemed so small compared to him and what he was doing to you. He reeled in these moments.

“I’m gonna cum,” you cried because right when you announced it, it hit you so deep. Your pussy juices cascading down his length. If he wasn’t stuffed inside of you, you would have probably made a mess everywhere.

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. It felt so fucking good. Tears sprouted from your eyes and you knew you probably looked as messy as you felt.

“That’s it, Baby.” He let go of your arms, seeing how far gone you were. He pulled out of you so he could pull you into his arms. He cradled you bringing you close. “I’ve got you.” He kissed the side of your head as you cried softly. Your eyes were glazed over from how hard you came.

You sniffled burying your head into his chest. He kissed your nose before getting up with you in his arms and sitting you on the couch. He helped you pull your dress over your head because until then it’d just been bunched up. He undid your bra next so you’d be more comfortable.

“You need some water?” He asked.

You nodded, but didn’t let go of him. You needed him to be close. He chuckled, standing up with you still in his arms as he walked to the kitchen. It was fine he could hold you and get you water at the same time.

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“What is it, Darling,” he whispered kissing the top of your head.

“I need you.”

“I’m here,” he sighed as he carried you back over to the couch. He brought the glass of water up to your face helping you take a sip. “That’s a good girl.” He set it down on the side table. “Need anything else?”

“I need to pee.”

He chuckled. “Well I can’t help you with that.”

You took a minute in the bathroom to wash your face so you could wake yourself up a little. The night was far from over. You knew that. He was just nice enough to let you take a break.

When you walked back into the living room, he was right there stroking his still hard cock. Your poor Daddy. You’d left him like this. As soon as you got closer to him you got on your knees, ready to take him into your mouth like a good slut.

He licked his lips as you got leveled with his thick cock. “It looks so yummy,” you said, before licking the underside. 

He groaned, bringing his thumb to your cheek. “That’s it, pretty girl, suck Daddy’s dick.”

You got to work. Slobbering all over him. You wanted to leave another mess on him. You could taste yourself on him and it only made you want to work harder. 

“Fuck,” he said under his breath, eyes hooded as he watched you. It was such a pretty sight seeing you on your knees before him. Your mouth worshipping his dick. “Did you suck his dick?”

You shook your head, looking up at him with big eyes. You held your tongue out as you bobbed your head up and down. He could feel the back of your throat every fucking time. Then you went all the way down his dick disappearing into your mouth completely. Your soft lips around him while your throat felt like it would swallow him whole.

“God damn,” he moaned, putting his hands in your hair so he could pull you off and then shove it back in. He fucked your throat and you let him, gagging on him sometimes, but still trying to be a good girl and take it. You didn’t want to let your daddy down. “That’s it, Bitch. You’re a good girl. You knew better than to fuck someone else, huh?”

You hummed around him, nodding your head. “Mhm.”

“Even when you’re a little fucking brat you know this is daddy’s cunt.” He groaned. “Daddy’s mouth. You’re fucking mine. You hear me?” You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him as he yanked your head up by your hair. “When I ask you a question you fucking answer me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

He grabbed your face before slapping your cheek. “Who owns this pussy?”

“You do.”

“See, that’s a good little slut.” He grabbed your hair so you’d have to lean up to kiss him. He made you stand up then turned you around so you’d have to sink down onto his cock again. You yelped as he stretched you out all over again.

His legs were spread wide as he started to move you up and down his length. Fuck he loved watching your ass as you rode him in reverse. You twerked on his length and watching your ass shake like that with your pussy full of him was so damn sexy. “Fuck, Daddy.”

See, perfect. Where the fuck else was he going to find a girl that let him do such depraved things and twerk on his cock while also calling him Daddy then thank him for it.

“Did you kiss him?” He suddenly asked, suddenly feeling irritated all over again. He fucking hated that you even thought it’d be okay to go on your little date.

“He just kissed my cheek,” you answered honestly.

Even the thought of that was enough to make him mad. He pushed you off of him, turning you back around so you had to climb onto his lap. “Don’t you ever, ever, ever pull some shit like that again.”

“I’m sorry,” you moaned.

You heard the keys in the door and he got up quickly so he could get you to your room without your roommate getting an eyeful of either of you. He closed the door, locking it behind. You put your head against his chest, laughing. He chuckled before kissing your forehead. “That was a close one,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry you haven’t even been able to cum.” You giggled. 

“It’s okay we got all night,” he said, smacking your ass.

There was a knock on your door and you groaned. “Um,” your roommates very clearly amused voice came from the other side, “as glad as I am that you’re moving on from the asshole that broke your heart, can you please keep it in your room.”

You scrunched up your face before looking at Chris who did not share your roommates’ sense of humor at the moment. “Sorry,” you said through the door. “I thought you’d be gone.”

“I will be. I just forgot something,” she replied. “Have fun with Devin.”

Chris slammed you down onto the bed. You purse your lips before trying to back away from him. “Just wait for when she leaves. I’m tearing this ass up,” he threatened.

And he did because as soon as you heard the front door close, he started pounding into you again. Spreading your legs wide open as he fucked into your cunt.

“Want me to cum in you?” He asked. “Fill you up?”

“Yes,” you cried.

“Look at it,” he grunted grabbing your hair again so he could force you up to watch his dick go in and out of you. “This is my cunt. Don’t you get forget that.”

“I won’t,” your voice got all whiny again as you started to cum again. This time he started to shoot inside of you giving you every single spurt. “Daddy!”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he moaned himself hips stuttering as he shoved his cum into you.

Finally, as the two of you started to settle down getting you wrapped up in your blankets, he laid next to you to pull you into his arms. You were breathing heavy as he kissed your face. “You better break up with him,” he said so sweetly.

You groaned softly. “Chris... you still did what you did.”

“I promise nothing happened. It was just for the photo op.”

“Yeah, but they’re going to keep thinking something is going on because you don’t want to make things official with me. If you can date so can I.”

He groaned. “Is that what this is about?” He asked. “You need to hear the words?”

“It’s bigger than that. It’s about you respecting me.”

“I do, Baby,” he replied. “Fine. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

“Yes.” You poured before kissing his lips. “Was that so hard?”

“No.” He rolled his eyes. “It’s just that I thought you were already my girlfriend and that you just wanted to keep a low profile.”

“Oh...”

“And I wasn’t ignoring you. I broke my phone and wasn’t able to get one right away,” he said. “If you hadn’t been dodging Scott’s calls, he would have told you.”

“Well now I feel like a jerk.”

He sighed. “It’s alright. I should head home, though.”

“Why?” You poured.

“I don’t want Dodger to be alone all night,” he replied. “Wanna come?”

You nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Okay, but on one condition.”

You huffed. “What?”

“First of all, lose the attitude,” he said. “Second, you gotta breakup with David.”

“It’s Devin,” you corrected him.

He gave you a very pointed look. “I don’t give a shit. Breakup with him right now or I’ll spank you.”

You groaned tossing your head back. “That’s so mean we literally just went out.”

“I don’t give a shit. Break. Up. With. Him. Now.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes.

After getting ready to go, he made you sit down on the couch so you could write your message. “Can’t I call him? It feels less mean.”

“Either you do it right now or I will,” he said. “Keep complaining and I’ll make it worse.”

He looked over at your shoulder as you typed before snatching it out of your hands. “Chris!” You protested.

“You took too long.” He shrugged before standing up, pulling you into his arms. “See isn’t that better?”

“You’re mean.”

“Yeah? I’ll show you how mean I can be when we get to my place.”

[kwonhoshi0]

𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | h.c

navigation | requests : open | 9th of april 2021

pairing : bakugou, todoroki x gn!reader

genre : fluff

themes : established relationship, 

note : part 1 you’re the daughter of aizawa [adopted] > quirk telekinesis<

> they obviously knows your eraser heads daughter but now he basically has another daughter which they aren't exactly aware of at first

> you visited eri with your dad after helping rescue her since all your quirks are mental quirks

> you immediately connected with the girl, she isn’t a loud snotty ipad kid but her lack of personality bothered you

> you wanted to know her interests, what she loves and hates, her favourite foods and least favourites

> but she doesn’t know herself and you were determined to find out

> so when you were free you hung out with eri trying to connect with her and get her to open up

[ bakugou ]

> you obviously told katsuki about eri but he never had time to properly meet the girl

> plus aizawa was afraid of him scaring her

> but weirdly the opposite happened?

> you were drawing with eri talking about your cool quirks and classmates

> she was weary at first but since aizawa was busy on patrol and mirio wasn’t on campus you took her to the dorms since being alone in the house probably wouldn’t fun and this way she won’t be alone for a second

> you wanted to try get her to sleep a little early tonight since every time she comes over you notice her horrible sleeping pattern, much like yours

> bakugou had gotten back from training when you arrived with eri after so as you laughed and drew he was showering

> “oi y/n- oh” he noticed the little grey haired girl laying her head on your lap as she scribbled on a piece of paper

> without you looking he took a picture of the scene smiling to himself slightly

> he .. quietly ?? sat in front of the girl and helped her draw your classmates adding a couple demonic features such as denki’s unmistakable “yayy” face

> “hey eri this is bakugou” he held out his hand for the girl “hi eri” she took as many of his fingers as she could with her little hand and shook it “hello bakugou”

> he didn’t understand how she was feeling since she had gone through too much for anyone to handle never mind a child

> but seeing her smile and feel comfortable around you made him realise how much effort you really put in with her

> you smiled at the little interaction not seeing his quiet side around children

> he decided to go up to his dorms to get a couple blankets after you hinted at warm blankets and watching movies to her

> but when he came back downstairs the girl was laying in your lap fast asleep as you laid on the sofa

> he placed a blanket over the two of you turning off the tv and dimming the lights slightly

> the others were around the common room and when they saw bakugou doing that mfers were so ready to scream until he told them he’ll blow their heads off if they wake you up

[ todoroki ]

> “is she your secret sister” todoroki... baby there’s no secret- nvm

> you were in your dorm room teaching her how to play genshin when he had just come back from endeavors agency

> he came to say hi but he heard your voice along with a little girl and got confused

> he heard of eri from midoriya but he had non idea she’d be staying with the aizawa’s 

> he will think of all the possibilities before finally going to you

> “y/n?” 

> “hi shoto..oh midoriya told you about eri right?”

> poor boy had no idea how to act, he nodded as you told him to sit down

> he’s always had this fear of children since he didn’t have great parents he didn’t want to become like his father, even if he knew that would’t happen it still worried him from the amount of times people have told him he’s like endeavor

> “hello eri” you handed him the controller 

> he was very careful around her but also noticed how comfortable she is with you and since midoriya told him about her past he found comfort in her comfort in you? 

> a child who hasn’t been able to trust anyone her whole life to trusting you within a couple weeks made him smile

> after a couple hours of playing and teaching her new moves he went downstairs to grab a drink and food for you three

> when he got back you had put on a movie and she was slowly nodding off against your knee

> so he wrapped a blanket around you three and put on a movie to fall asleep to

> “y/n would you want children?”

> “maybe, or maybe i’ll just be the hot aunt/uncle”

> man looked at you puzzled as fuck before saying in his monotone voice “i’d like to adopt with you”

> 😐😐😐

> “shoto we’re-”

> “yeah i realised after i said that, we can wait”

A/N :

LOLL SHSJ

taglist : @todoroki-shoto-is-life @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds @gazelle-des-pres @gaysimpsstuff @blackestpinkworld

[fruitcoops]

Hi, Eve

Rose here from yesterday, thank you very much for the Birthday message, I wasn't expecting you to read it let alone reply but I was looking for Coops kids Birthday fluff specifically. It doesn't matter if you don't have time however as I don't want to be a bother.

Hello Rose, and happy (belated) 20th birthday! Sorry for the wait--I really wanted to get this one right to celebrate such an important number. I hope your day was absolutely fantastic! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove, but Stella is an OC

Combined with asks for Sirius lightly making fun of Remus' accent and Remus yelling at a game show (@nazar4114)

“Medusa!” Stella shouted with all the force in her thirteen-year-old lungs. Remus leaned forward on the couch. “Medusa!”

The front door opened with a creak. “I’m h—”

“Yes!” they cheered in unison as Nicole answered correctly. Remus turned and gave Stella a double high-five, feeling his heart squeeze at the vivid joy on her round face. “Good guess.”

“I knew she was gonna get it,” Stella said with a pump of her fist as she turned back to the show and folded her legs underneath her.

“Gonna,” a familiar deep voice mimicked from the doorway. Paper bags rustled before footsteps stopped behind the couch; Remus tilted his chin up without sparing a glance, and Sirius pressed a laugh-laced kiss to his cheek before dropping one on Stella’s head as well. “You sound too much like your dad.”

“Love you, too,” Remus said wryly.

“I’ll take ‘Myths and Moths’ for 400, please.” Nicole’s voice snapped his attention back to the screen, and Stella narrowed her eyes.

“Daily Double!” the automated voice announced. Stella gasped; Remus bit his lower lip. “This mythical shield was wielded by Athena, and is sometimes said to be made of goat skin.”

“Aegis,” Stella whispered, then raised her voice. “It’s the Aegis, Nicole. You know this.”

“We know you do,” Remus said, scooting forward. “You just guessed whose head is on it.”

Nicole’s buzzer went off with two seconds to spare. “What is the Aegis?”

“Hell yeah!” Stella whooped.

Remus turned to her and raised his eyebrows. “Excuse you.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you two going to do this the whole afternoon?” Sirius asked from the kitchen, obviously amused. “We might need to get the neighbors some noise-cancelling headphones.”

Stella blew a dark lock of hair out of her eyes as she flopped her head back. “It’s almost final Jeopardy, papa. We have, like, ten minutes.”

Sirius blinked at her, then shook his head. “I swear you two share genes.”

“Ope, you caught me,” Remus said over the noise of the commercial break. “When I was 20 and had literally never left Wisconsin, I went and had a secret kid in Maine who looks terribly like you just so that someone would watch Jeopardy reruns with me thirteen years later. Oops.”

“It’s the truth,” Stella said with great gravity. “I remember.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius muttered, though he couldn’t keep a smile down. He had never been able to hide around Stella, not once in the three years since they had adopted her. It was one of the things Remus loved most about him. “By the way, nobody under the age of fourteen is allowed in the kitchen for the next…hour. Ish.”

Stella squirmed around until she could rest her arms on the back of the couch. “What if I get thirsty?”

“I’m sure you can invoke birthday privileges and ask your dad to get something for you.”

“Birthday privileges?” Remus scoffed. “Nobody in this house has a birthday today. Yours was last month, and mine’s in March.”

“It’s my birthday,” Stella said.

“What? No, it’s not.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Your birthday is in June.”

“It’s today.”

“Or maybe July?”

“It’s today, in December, when there’s snow,” she insisted, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Come on, dad, that’s not funny anymore.”

Remus raised his eyebrows. “Is somebody too old to find their poor old dad amusing now? Can you go back to being twelve so somebody will laugh at my jokes again? I know, I know, we're super lame compared to all your friends’ parents—”

“So lame,” Sirius agreed from the kitchen.

“—but I like to think we get one more year of pre-teen cuteness before the teen angst takes over.”

Stella sat up again with a groan. Looking at her, Remus saw a mix of himself and Sirius that had always baffled him, considering they had adopted her comparatively late in her life; beneath it was something uniquely Stella. Maybe it was her double-jointed elbows, or the board-straightness of her hair next to their curls, but there was no mistaking that she was her own person through and through. He loved that about her. “I’m not going to be a terrible teenager.”

Sirius poked his head around the edge of the kitchen—his nose was adorned with a smudge of flour. “Can I record that for future use?”

“Non.”

“Ooo, using the French,” Remus hissed. “That transformation is already beginning.”

“It’s not like you were bad teenagers, right?” She settled upside-down on the couch with her flamingo-patterned socks high in the air.

“I almost convinced Grandma to let me dye my hair blue, but otherwise I was pretty good.”

“I was terrible,” Sirius laughed. “I didn’t talk to anybody for a solid three years.”

Stella frowned. “How? I think I’d die if I did that.”

“He’s stubborn,” Remus stage-whispered.

“I heard that.”

Stella suppressed her laughter as best she could, but she was about as good at hiding her emotions around them as Sirius was. She didn’t really giggle—the amount her voice had deepened over the past three years always gave Remus whiplash—but her laugh had the same cadence as it did the first day they heard it. While Stella had been quiet at first, it only took love and time to bring her out of her shell. Within a year she settled into their lives like she was always meant to be there.

A thoughtful look crossed her face. “This is my last year before high school.”

“Does it feel different?”

“Not really.” She paused, then shrugged. “And a little. I don’t feel older. It just feels like there’s stuff I won’t get to do anymore.”

“And a lot more you will get to do.” Sirius left his dishtowel on the counter before joining them on Stella’s other side. “You can drive soon, you’ll get a longer curfew, you get more freedom…”

“I guess.”

“What are you going to miss?” Remus asked as she toyed with the hem of her shirt. It was a basic Lions FAN jersey; he was fairly sure she bought it to be ironic. That, and she only wore one of theirs if she was upset with the other, or if one needed a boost at a game.

“I dunno.” A few beats of silence passed. “My classmates. My team. It feels like everything’s going to turn upside down.”

“You can still keep in touch with your friends, and I bet your team won’t be too different,” Sirius said quietly. “Even if it does, that doesn’t mean you have to give all of them up. People change in different ways. They come and go on their own time.”

“There’s going to be a lot of upside-downs over the next couple years, kid.” Remus offered her a smile. “But you’re going to be just fine.”

“You two sound like such dads right now.”

“This might shock you, but that’s because we are.”

The corner of her mouth tugged up and she lolled her head to the side to look at Sirius. “Is the cake done?”

“Fifteen more minutes.”

“Will you watch final Jeopardy with us?”

“What’s the category?”

“US Presidents.”

Sirius exhaled through his nose, but nodded. She grinned and turned herself upright to snuggle against his arm. “You just enjoy watching me lose.”

---------------------------

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Sirius called from the kitchen.

“On three,” Remus said, raising his phone camera. “One, two, three!”

“Happy birthday to you,” over a dozen voices sang. They were off-tempo and so out of key the composer was probably spinning in his grave, but Stella’s clear joy didn’t waver for a millisecond even as her cheeks reddened. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Stella, happy birthday to you!”

Finn, of course, dragged out the last note. So did Leo, Logan, Kasey, James, Lily, and Talker in varying degrees of awful harmony attempts. It was terrible, and beautiful. “Make a wish,” Sirius said softly as he set the cake down and stepped back. His eyes were the brightest quicksilver Remus had seen in many moons.

Stella closed her eyes, took a breath, and blew as hard as she could—the entire room erupted into cheers when all the candles went out. She was laughing and blushing at the same time when Remus turned the lights back on, though the humor won out in the end and she helped pass plates of cake to her many aunts and uncles. Like every year prior, Regulus managed to smear a bit of frosting on her chin, only to immediately deny it with great offense when she noticed. It was becoming a bit of a tradition—one that Remus never grew tired of.

I know what I would wish for, Remus thought as he looked around the table at their patchwork family. Celeste, Dumo, and his own parents had no doubt spoiled their first grandchild with ‘cusp of adulthood’ gifts, and Natalie and Lily would certainly steal her away after cake for some girl time. Finn and Logan would remain the fun uncles while Leo and Regulus kept their thrones as the cool uncles; Stella would interrogate Jules on the intricacies of high school for at least an hour before they destroyed everyone in a snowball fight. The world they built together had a place for everyone.

I would wish for this. This, for us, forever. It wasn’t a bad eternity to imagine.

[yutahoes]

Reward

pairing : soccer player! boyfriend! Yuta Nakamoto x Reader

genre : smut, fluff (if you squint)

warning : toys, slight exhibitionism, fingering, shower sex, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex  

word count : 1.8k words. 

summary : You wanted to give him his reward for winning the game. 

for @neosmutcollective​‘s Wet and Wild  

gif not mine, just a reference for Yuta’s look. went all in with the smut, sorry 😅

The audiences’ cheers rambled all through the stadium as the announcement of the soccer champion is made. It was well-deserved, you thought. Everyone in that team played really well. Especially your boyfriend, Nakamoto Yuta. 

If not for your soccer superstar, you’ll be at home now. Missing him. Horny. 

It’s probably because you’re ovulating. You’re craving for him. Wanting his heat. 

It doesn’t help that he looks like a snack in his soccer uniform, with that long black hair that you love to thread your fingers to, and that red lips that looked delectable. 

You want him. You need him. 

Everyone was standing as they welcome the victors of the game but you’re still seated, hidden behind people. Your knuckles were turning white as you tightly grasp on the edge of your seat at the orgasm building inside you. You’re dripping wet and the small bullet vibrator kept on buzzing inside you, eager to get you off. You bit your lip as you try to suppress a moan, head lolling back and eyes closed as the pleasure hit you. You crossed your legs, coughing lightly to avoid a chuckle to escape your lips. How experimental of you to have an orgasm in a public place. In the middle of strangers who might see you. 

You gulped when your eyes met his. He saw you. He was watching you. He knew. 

Yuta cocked his head to the side, motioning for the old locker room located on the left side of the soccer field. He slipped past his teammates who were still basking in their win and you followed him. 

He was seated on the bench, staring at you. His legs were spread in a cocky way as you approached him nervously. The doors were just closed; you cannot lock them. And someone can come in and see the two of you. Yet, the thought turned you on. Do you have an exhibitionist kink that you haven’t explored yet? 

“Sit.” It was a threat, you knew. And you wanted him so bad to argue with him. 

You were supposed to sit down beside him but he gestured for his lap. Your underwear is soaked that you gave a quiet moan when he jerked his thigh. The vibrator slightly poking your inside. “Are you having fun with your little friend?” He asked while bouncing you in his lap. 

Your hands held tight on his shoulder, bending your body forward as you desperately cling to him. “I need you, Yuta. Please.” You heard him chuckle. His hand went inside your skirt then inside your underwear just to take off the vibrator. His index finger slipped inside you, drawing circles that caused you to whimper. “Please.” 

He removed his finger in you then slipped it between your lips, tasting yourself. “Are you sure?” He asked while raising an eyebrow at you. “You’re taking your little friend so well.” 

“I want your cum inside me, Yuta.” 

He grinned. That evil grin that you knew he’s planning something. “I want to shower first. Do you want to join me?” 

“I don’t have extra clothes…”

“That’s why we’re getting in there naked.” He removed your blouse then your skirt, putting it inside his locker. Your bra and soaked underwear joining the pieces of cloth inside. He kissed your neck then groped your breast when he kissed you on the mouth. 

You heard a shuffle of feet and voices outside that startled you. Shit, his teammates are coming and you’re naked. “Last cubicle, right. Wait for me.” He ordered, slapping your naked butt as you turn around to run to the cubicle he mentioned. 

“Oh, I thought you left already.” It was Johnny’s, the team’s goalkeeper, voice. 

“Yeah, I want to shower first.” You heard Yuta say. Footsteps can be heard coming your way and the door opened followed by his menacing grin. “I thought you’re using the new locker room today.” You heard a click and he was pushing you to the wall, his tongue automatically slithering inside your mouth. One hand groped your breast as the other turned the shower open. 

He’s so rough. When his hand cupped your naked wetness, a quiet moan escaped your mouth. He immediately kissed you, devouring the screams of pleasure you made because of his hands inside you. “So noisy,” he whispered against your ear. “We have to do something with your mouth, baby.” 

You immediately knew what it was and didn’t need further instructions as you get on your knees in front of him. His hair was already wet, falling on his face that made you gasp. He’s so hot. The water from the shower cascaded down his lean body and you stared at the perfection in front of you. Your hand reached for his balls then darted your tongue to lick his tip. 

“Yuta.” You heard another voice, Taeyong’s. “I saw your girlfriend earlier.” Your boyfriend just looked at you as you started taking his length in your mouth. Both his arms were on the bathroom wall, back leaned forward that the water hit his back. Your tongue kept playing with his cock, teeth lightly grazing on the side. “She always supports you in your games.” 

His tip hit the back of your throat, moaning lightly. “Yeah, she’s the best.” You heard him say as he held the back of your head, grasping your hair. He started thrusting his cock in your mouth as your nails claw on his thigh. 

“She’s really pretty.” You heard Johnny said and if possible, you felt Yuta twitch inside you. Is he turned on by this? “Even Doyoung has a crush on her.” This is news to you. They always seem so cold towards you that you thought his teammates hated you but maybe, they’re just awkward with a girl. Your boyfriend’s thrust never faltered, even quickening in pace that if not for the hold on your head, you might bump your head on the wall.  

One of the showers stopped then you heard a door opened. “She looks like an angel,” Taeyong claimed that almost made you laugh. An angel? Will they still call you that if they saw you now, on your knees and your mouth agape as Yuta use you like his personal glory hole. 

He removed his cock on you, the tip already red. His hands jerking his length as white spurts of cum shot on your face and your breasts. “Yeah, she looks good in white.” You lightly hit his thigh as he chuckled at what he did. 

Yuta removed the showerhead while helping you stand up, washing off the cum in your hair then your breasts, groping and rubbing them. You were biting your bottom lip the whole time, preventing a moan to escape since you knew Johnny and Taeyong are still inside the room. Your boyfriend turned you around, his cock hardening once again between your legs. You can feel the water pressure of the showerhead on your body as he moved it south. His free hand covered your mouth when you created a small sound at the moment he placed the showerhead between your legs, water hitting your core. 

“Be quiet,” he whispered, slipping two fingers inside your mouth which you gladly lapped up. You were squirming at the pleasure, one hand on the wall while the other desperately held to his arm. You wanted to shout at how good he’s making you, wanted his friends to know that you’re not an angel but a bitch in heat for Yuta. His slut. You wanted him, you needed him. Your breathing was heavy. Your head spinning with lust. You managed to remove his fingers in your mouth then whispered the word “Fuck me, please”

He smirked before bending your body forward that you held to the wall. The showerhead still between your legs, but now hitting your clit as he entered you from behind. You were thankful that you were holding the wall as he thrust inside you in powerful strides or you might hit your head or slip down. But you’re desperate for something to claw on, for something to dig your nails into with the immense pleasure surging through your body. 

You were about to shout when Johnny’s voice can be heard. “Dude, aren’t you done?” They’re still here so you bit your lip, hard. He kept his pace, eager to get you an orgasm. “We’ll get going first.” 

“Yeah. sure.” Yuta answered calmly. One hand groped your breast too hard that you created a soft sound. You tasted iron in your tongue and your lips starting to hurt. Why can’t they leave already? 

A knock on your cubicle door can be heard. “Yuta, are you alright?” Taeyong asked. 

You thought Yuta would stop but he didn’t. Instead, he quickened his thrusts. He’s actually turned on by this? Maybe it is him who has an exhibition kink. And the idea made you so horny that you started clenching on him. “Yeah,” he answered, coughing lightly to avoid the strain in his voice. “I’m good.”   

He is. You thought. He’s really good. 

“We’re going to the restaurant downtown. Are you coming?” 

He hugged you from the back, his hips jerking at you. The shower head was now on the floor as one of his hands fiddled with your nipples, the other rubbing your clit. The pleasure is too much that you started grinding on him, eager to have your orgasm. You felt the familiar coil in your stomach, his cock twitching at your clenching core.  “I’m…” He started, voice shaking. You felt something warm inside you as you felt your release. “Coming.” 

You heard footsteps then it disappeared. Your boyfriend pulled out of you then held you in his arms, kissing you in the mouth. You were breathless, wet, and sticky. “We should do this again.” he whispered then licked the blood on your lip. You nodded. This is one hell of a sexual adventure. 

He cleaned you up, even letting you wear his clean jersey shirt that has his surname marked on the back. “Nakamoto looks good on you.” You lightly hit his arm as you exit the locker room, surprised that Taeyong and Johnny were outside. “Why are you two still here?” 

The two guys shrugged then walked away, “I wonder why Y/N’s lip was bleeding.” Taeyong claimed. 

“Maybe they’re into marking now,” Johnny explained. “Even his surname is now marked on her.” 

“I don’t think I can enter that cubicle after today.” 

The taller guy laughed. “You’re lucky, we didn’t use the new locker rooms today. The cubicles are wide open.” 

You gasped then held on to Yuta’s arm. Funny, you thought, why did you feel tingly all of a sudden? You lightly glanced at him and he smirked at you. Is he thinking what you’re thinking? Your boyfriend held your waist, pulling you closer. “Next game. Should we let Taeyong or Johnny watch?” You stared at him, “Or maybe Doyoung?” Is he serious?

You gave him an innocent smile. This is your reward for him. Why does it feel like a reward for you? “Do well next game.” And you knew, he will. 

[cobaincreates]

the fuck is a touron? pt. 2

warnings: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, smut (wrap it you're smart), very brief oral (male receiving), 18+

count: 9k+

part one is here! i hope you enjoy this as much as i did writing it! also remember when i said this has been sitting for a couple months?? welp, it’s been longer than that...oops. but it's all yours now!!! :)

taglist is always open. have a lovely weekend! photo cred

— — —

3 weeks earlier

a loud blare jolted you awake.

“what the fuck?”

you scrambled to stop the noise, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest. your head knocked into something hard as you twisted and tried to assemble your brain.

a clatter of what sounded like several bottles came from your right. the sound still rang out into the room—which was where exactly?

as you got to your hands and knees and shuffled against what felt like carpet, you remembered vaguely that you’d gone out last night. the carpet and dark room didn’t tell you much else. but the trilling alarm was enough to set you into a search to find that out.

“shut that off!” a voice yelled from behind you.

your hand knocked into more bottles and you grappled for one, feeling the familiar shape of a glass beer bottle. someone groaned in front of you then a blinding light pierced across your eyes. you sucked in a breath, dropping the bottle and covering your eyes.

what, were you a vampire? you peeked past your fingers to a parted curtain letting in a sliver of sunlight. you saw a little more of where you’d been, the light trail full of bottles and some sprawled legs and arms.

the alarm cut off suddenly. soft snores and labored breaths filled the silence now, along with a pounding in your ears so intense, you would’ve thought you were still hearing the alarm. a slow, gradual ache formed in the center of your forehead.

you blinked as your eyes adjusted to the light. a sparkling stiletto caught your attention, but it wasn’t on a foot. you looked around the room and spotted its twin near the back of a couch. crawling over, you found liza laying on her back with her hair messily splayed around her.

she was yawning while her phone lit up her face in a soft glow. when your eyes met, she whispered, “hey.”

you faintly remembered her setting an alarm on her phone somewhere in between jell-o shots and body shots. or was it after the jäger bombs?

you let out an oomf as you collapsed beside her on your stomach. your head didn’t let up the pounding. you made a noise, your words muffled against the stale-smelling carpet.

“what?” liza said, not having heard any coherent words.

you turned your head, the carpet scratching your cheek. “i said, nurse me back to health, please.”

“i told you not to do those lines,” she said, shaking her head.

“what?” you said a little too loudly, earning a few shh!s in return.

“i’m kidding,” liza laughed.

you grimaced, mostly at her but also at the hair in your mouth. you reached up to remove it and sat up while liza looked at her phone.

“what time is it?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder around the room.

no one else had moved from liza’s wake-up alarm. your vision was clearer now and you took in the trashed room. bottles lay everywhere, a few staining the carpet in dark puddles. a lamp was on the floor, its shade across the room over someone’s head. it was warm considering the blackout curtains keeping the morning sun out and you couldn’t imagine sleeping in here any longer.

your head pounded again as liza said, “noon.”

“can we go? i might throw up from how hot it is in here.” you pulled at your dress, wanting nothing more than to get under some cold water.

liza sat up and looked around, dropping her phone into her lap. “i need my other shoe.”

“it’s over here,” you said and crawled to retrieve it for her.

she put it on, her dress riding up her thighs before she stood and pulled it back down. you took her offered hand so she could help you up. your heels sank into the carpet and you looked down, finding a soggy spot where beer had seeped in. you frowned and grabbed ahold of liza’s arm to find your way out.

your small crossbody clutch was resting on the couch cushion and you reached for it over a girl’s sleeping form, careful not to wake her. she made a small noise and you snatched it quickly, feeling the weight of your phone inside.

liza ordered an uber to bring you back to campus. it was fifteen minutes away and you panicked for a brief moment from not knowing where the hell you were. last night was a whole blur apart from arriving and getting into the swing of things. you remember dancing and drinking and having fun with liza and a few other friends. it wasn’t usual for you to sleep at random people’s houses after parties, but last night must have been a little more eventful than others.

you let out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sank into the back of the uber driver’s car. luckily, you didn’t get someone hopped up on coffee or blasting music. it was quiet and calm, enough so that you closed your eyes.

speaking of coffee, you could really use one. and food. and a shower. had you really slept on that nasty carpet last night? you shuddered and opened your eyes.

fishing out your phone from your clutch, you saw a few notifications from last night and the past few hours. you ignored them for now and unlocked your phone with the goal of texting one of your friends who worked at the diner in town and begging him to have your usual ready when you got there. it was all you could think about as your stomach rumbled.

but when you unlocked your phone, your eyebrows drew together. your screen opened to an internet tab, a little plane logo at the top corner.

“why the fuck did i buy a ticket to the outer banks?” you blurted to no one in particular. well, maybe to your friend beside you, who lived in the outer banks.

liza lolled her head toward you on the back of the seat, not at all looking as concerned as you felt. “you’re visiting, remember? i talked you into buying it last night.”

“why?” your head seemed to throb even worse.

you couldn’t go to the outer banks. you didn’t have the money for it and the ticket on your internet browser said you’d even bought a round trip one. god, why had you done that? you were saving up for the summer. you were saving up to see so much more than the outer banks. as much as you loved liza, and you knew she’d love to have you there, you would be wasting a weekend. how were you going to tell your boss that you needed off at such short notice?

liza shrugged beside you. “because my dad will be gone for a whole weekend and i’m throwing the biggest party ever and you love me and you promised to dance to ‘back that ass up’ with me there.”

“oh my god,” you groaned and dropped your phone into your lap. you rubbed your pulsing temples. “i can’t go, liza. i really need the money.”

“hence why you have a job—said job will pay that back in a week. you’re fine,” she waved her hand and turned back to the window.

“i need to work that weekend,” you argued. just thinking about asking for it off had your skin crawling.

“you can take time off. you never do.” liza shrugged, looking at you again. her face softened when she noticed how distraught you were over it. “look, if you really don’t want to, then just cancel it. it’s okay if you don’t come.”

your fingers came away from your head as you saw that she was being genuine. she may have joked around with you a lot, but she meant it when she said that.

friday

getting time off wasn’t easy. your boss acted like the ultimate villain in a boss level from a video game, having you go through all of these obstacles just to get three days off. you understood it, you were short-staffed anyways and it was hard, but you couldn’t help feeling as though they were a little harsh on you. it was always a fight to get time off, even when you showed up every day, on time, and did your work without complaint.

right after you talked to your boss, feeling the ultimate amount of shame over requesting three days, you searched high and low for someone to cover your shift. turns out, it wasn’t all that difficult to begin with since one of your co-workers—who just had a baby and was still a full-time student—told you they’d appreciate the extra hours. you felt instantly better afterward until your boss asked you to fill out three separate sheets for the time off. no, you couldn’t just write the three days on one sheet. it had to be three. separate. sheets.

it was completely ridiculous and uncalled for. you fumed for a while, pressing way too hard on your pen as you filled them out. once you set them on their desk, all filled out properly, you reminded yourself you could quit soon. just a few more months of the semester and you’d be gone.

the next day when you came in, your boss had allegedly lost those request papers. and funnily enough, they allowed you to put the weekend dates on one paper this time. you’d stared at them for a whole three minutes, paper in your hand and tongue between your teeth with angry words just dying to get out. you can quit soon. you can quit soon.

the weeks dragged by before the day finally arrived and you left for your flight. it was only when you got off the plane that the hours started to fly by. it was colder this time around, which you didn’t mind, even on the breezy ferry ride. you were looking forward to campfires and cozy sweaters.

you hopped off the ferry around noon and right into liza’s waiting arms at the dock. she was overjoyed about you visiting and you knew all the trouble with work was worth it just to get away for a little. you were young, there was no shame in a little time off, and liza was right—you’d already earned the money back for the ticket.

liza’s dad was bustling around their house when you arrived, packing like a crazy person on a time crunch. he threw a hello at you as he shuffled past with an armful of socks and possibly underwear, which had you lifting an eyebrow at liza. she shoved your arm and took your bag into the guest bedroom.

“where’s your dad running off to? can i go?” you teased, dropping your backpack onto the light green comforter. the white walls seemed brighter this time, but you accounted it for the new sheer curtains over the windows facing the back of the house.

“he’s going on a business trip. and no, you can’t. his girlfriend is going with him.” liza left your bag near the dresser and hopped on the bed, the comforter sighing under her weight.

“girlfriend? aw, man.” you frowned dramatically and lay on your stomach beside her. “do we like this girlfriend?”

“she’s very...” her left eye squinted as she thought. “eccentric. like, i don’t know how to take it. he seems happy though.”

“like, weird eccentric or crazy eccentric?”

“i don’t know. i haven’t breached the abortion topic with her yet. that could be very telling, don’t you think?” a playful smile hinted at her lips.

“totally telling,” you agreed.

minutes later, you were waving liza’s dad off as he pulled out of the driveway, liza standing a few steps in front of you. once he was gone and out of sight down the drive, liza turned back to you with a flourish and a cheshire grin spread on her face. you laughed as she pushed you into the house and began jumping excitedly. music started playing somewhere in between the jumping, which promptly turned to dancing in the kitchen. having a whole house to yourselves was always a thrilling thing.

it wasn’t long after that that liza told you to get ready for a party at the boneyard, as she called it. you had no idea whether to take that literally or just go along with it and be surprised. you went with the latter as you changed out of your airport clothes.

as you were heading that way, you thought about that one fling you had the last time you were here. what was his name? something rich, with a t. tom? trenton? no, no, something obscure. topper. god, you nearly forgot about him, but now that you were visiting again, you wondered if he was around. in the middle of the semester seemed like your luck would be out.

liza was slowing the car as you thought to text topper, just to see if he was here. you hadn’t talked since that summer—what was it? seven months ago? you hadn’t felt the need to keep in touch. didn’t he say to shoot him a text when you were in town again? you supposed there was no harm in doing so. what could be the worst thing to happen? maybe he wouldn’t be in town, but you wouldn’t be all that bummed about not having a hookup. you weren’t as ravenous as you were in the summer.

“are you getting out?”

your head turned and you found liza standing with the door open, her keys dangling from her hand. you hadn’t noticed that the car had parked or that you’d arrived at wherever the boneyard was. the beach was right in front of you, just over a small crest in the sand. you could smell it slipping into the car from where liza held the door propped open.

you opened your own door and hopped out, the gravel crunching under your shoes. you were glad you opted for a sweater with the early spring wind from the water as it blew over your shoulders and tangled into your hair.

a handful of people were already on the beach, stripped driftwood scattered around. most used them as seats while there was a fire already going and drinks in their hands. you couldn’t help but smile at the sight, a giddiness filling your chest. this was exactly what you needed and the perfect setting for it.

liza pulled you into a group with some familiar faces that you had met the last time around. small talk was immediately flowing and you couldn’t care less for it, but you welcomed it anyways. liza was quick to guide you to the next group and the next before you finally got comfortable with a drink in hand. you sipped it steadily and ditched your shoes with liza’s, sticking them under a piece of driftwood behind where you stood. one of liza’s friends was asking you about your degree, something along the lines of why you had chosen it. you couldn’t comprehend it fully as your eyes drifted around the sand where people stood in small groups and larger ones.

standing near an overturned lifeguard post that was sure to be rotting away was none other than topper. he was facing away from you, but you had no doubt in your mind that it was him. his hair was blonder than it was when you met, funnily enough in the colder months. he wore a sweatshirt (blue or dark green, you couldn’t tell) paired with shorts and (surprisingly) sneakers.

you turned back to liza’s friend, giving them a somewhat vague but good answer. you then excused yourself and split from the group to head in topper’s direction. you stopped just outside of his larger group and crossed your arms, holding on to your beer by the neck loosely. it took a minute or two for topper to notice you, obviously feeling a presence behind him and doing a double-take. you already had a smirk on your face.

“holy shit, hi.” he blinked rapidly, turning away from his friends.

“hi,” you laughed. both of you went in for a hug at the same time. topper pressed your waist firmly to his while you hugged him around his shoulders.

“it’s good to see you,” you said.

“yeah, you too.” there was surprise in his voice and features as if he never thought he would see you again. your hand slipped down his arm as you pulled away before you took a step back, your hands resting at your sides.

“how have—“

“hey! the touron’s back!” a voice over his shoulder shouted.

you looked in its direction, finding a menacing smirk on an all too familiar face. you couldn’t remember his name as he sipped arrogantly on a beer, perched on the rotting lifeguard’s post.

you found your own sweet smile and raised your free hand to flip him off, which only egged him on more as his laughter filtered out. you were instantly annoyed, although you didn’t show it as he had brought unwanted attention to you and topper. you were sure most of the people in this larger group had been on topper’s deck that day in the summer.

topper looked at a loss for words when you turned back to him, his eyes still on you. you were glad he wasn’t laughing at his friend’s comment.

“can i get you another drink?” he gestured to the bottle between your fingers and you glanced down, seeing that it was a sip away from empty.

you gave him a nod as you said, “sure.”

the sun was setting by the time you got a refill, the glass cold against your palm, and wandered off with topper toward the water. conversation flowed as you caught up, shrugging as you told him all you had been doing was working and studying. you were lucky if you got to go out and have fun once in a while. topper expressed the same, talking animatedly about college and visiting home for the weekend to see his friends.

you wondered what he was like at college, if he spent most of his quieter hours in the library reading articles or if he was the type of friend to take up guard in the kitchen at parties. it was easy to imagine him in those situations since you hardly knew him. his smirking friend certainly didn’t seem the type.

you flicked some wet sand into the water, imagining the waves bringing it back to settle at your feet. topper stood beside you, the wind tousling his locks. you had just mentioned how your mother had bought a new coffee machine and how your dad canceled it because there was no point in having two. your mother just figured it would be easier having two so no one had to wait on the single-cup brewing system. it made you laugh and roll your eyes when you heard about it over the phone. topper had been smiling the whole time as he listened, his head inclined like you were whispering.

a rush of heat had slithered down between your thighs when you caught his eyes a couple times. he was just watching you as you spoke and you couldn’t help but smile flirtatiously, wondering if he was thinking what you were thinking.

how you were imagining last summer and the feel of his hands on your skin. you wished you’d gotten to know more of him; if he had any scars or little beauty marks that you didn’t notice the first time. it was easy to imagine it, but you had the burning curiosity to see for yourself.

you needed to take a break, to get a gulp of air before you drowned in the thought and jumped his bones right here and now.

“i should go find liza,” you said abruptly even though no one had been speaking. “i’ll see you around?”

topper nodded without a word and you caught a glimpse of confusion on his face, but you walked away. you let out a deep breath as you felt the wet sand turn dry under your feet. the sky was an inky pink behind you, windshields on cars reflecting it back.

you wrapped an arm around liza when you found her and she smiled knowingly. you didn’t have to ask if she’d seen you with topper, it was quite obvious in such an open area.

topper took up his place with the group you took him away from, but this time he was facing your way. you closed your lips around your bottle, staring back at him as he did the same thing. a shiver went up your legs, goosebumps exposing to the crisp air around you. you had to look away before you walked over there and kissed the hell out of him. your heart was behaving rather poorly now.

but could you help it? every time he looked at you as the sky grew darker and the bonfire grew larger, every obscene image possible took shelter behind your eyes. your mouth dried out so many times that you eventually had to get another drink and another. topper wasn’t making it easy and you started digging holes with your feet just to stay put.

you wouldn’t go to him, you made that very clear to yourself. if topper wanted you, then he’d have to make the first move. stubborn as it was maybe, but you’d torture him if you had to like he was torturing you now with all of these looks under his lashes. christ.

“my god,” liza said into your ear as she stood on the driftwood behind you, arms around your neck. “you’d think topper was a starving man.”

“shut up,” you laughed and looked at a fallen log in the fire pit.

“i’m serious. you guys have been undressing each other for an hour and a half now. just go over there and make out with him.”

you smiled into your drink, keeping your eyes far away from topper, or else you might actually do just that.

“there’s hardly any pda going on as it is, we need entertainment,” liza sighed.

“there’s your entertainment,” you nodded your head toward a rowdy group of young high schoolers shouting at each other. three of them looked angry as all hell and there was a bit of shoving before one of the older college boys broke it apart.

“that was short-lived,” liza frowned as she hopped down from the driftwood.

“you want another drink?” you asked her as she finished off her last one.

“yes, please!” she beamed as you took her bottle and tossed them into a nearby trash bin. you headed for the stocked cooler and grabbed two beers. as you stood, topper was making his way over.

“you have any plans after this?” he asked without much preamble.

you smiled, pulling the tops off and taking a sip from your own, eyeing him as you did. that flicker of heat made its way back between your thighs, warming you all over. you couldn’t deny the suggestion in his question excited you and you were giving yourself a mental pat on the back for being patient.

“nope, i’m all yours.”

topper smiled slowly, his eyes flicking to your lips as you licked them. okay, maybe jumping his bones here and now wasn’t a terrible idea. but you needed to string this out, you wanted it to last—whatever it was.

“i don’t want to leave yet though. i’ll come find you?” it implied that you’d make him wait longer than you really would, but it was satisfying to see him practically drool at the thought of what was to come.

liza was giddy when you went back over, either for the beer or when you told her that you’d be going off with topper for a little. she smirked, knowing exactly what for, but she didn’t mind. she wasn’t leaving anytime soon, and not without you.

you didn’t make topper wait long. when you were ready, another beer in and a relieved bladder, you touched topper’s elbow as he talked with his friends closer to the cooler. the ice was partly melted, but there were still plenty of drinks left. the fire was feeding off sweltering heat, and with the cold wind, it was perfect.

“hey, you ready?” you asked when topper turned to you.

you weren’t sure exactly what topper had in mind when he had asked you if you were busy for the rest of the night, but not having a clue thrilled you a little.

“yeah,” he nodded and took the last sip from his beer. his slid his hand up, capturing yours before tugging you along toward the parked cars. hardly anyone was over there. you could faintly hear voices and sounds from inside a few cars, some windows cracked. your fingertips warmed as your heart beat, pushing blood to every corner.

topper’s jeep came in sight and you tried to remember the inside. was there enough room for both of you in the back seat? or maybe you’d share one of the front ones. it didn’t matter to you, as long as he put his lips to use.

your back met the side of the jeep as topper leaned his hands on the window, caging you in. you were quick to close the space between you, either the beer taking the reins or your lack of patience from the past few hours of being here and having a staring contest with him. your breaths mingled and your hands grabbed fistfuls of his sweatshirt to pull him closer. the familiar tingles spread between your thighs and you wasted no time in showing him how impatient you were.

“i don’t think either of us is fit enough to drive, topper,” you breathed when you had the chance.

there was no way you could drive with everything you drank. topper tasted like the beer too, but you weren’t sure if he was fit enough to drive either. you didn’t want to chance it, nor could you wait that long.

“what do you want to do?” he asked against the skin of your neck, his nose skimming up the side. he pressed a few kisses, getting closer to your jaw.

you tilted your head back against the door and sighed, closing your eyes momentarily then opening them to find a few stars winking at you. there were so many once you focused on them. topper interrupted your gaze, pulling you by the back of your head to his lips. he kissed you as if you were his last meal, his tongue licking into your mouth. you moaned, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. you remembered him being this much of a good kisser.

“let’s find a spot on the beach,” you suggested, only getting a kiss on the corner of his mouth before he pulled away.

his eyes were blown wide, his hair ruffled. if you looked hard enough, his cheeks were sure to be flushed, both from alcohol and excitement.

“seriously?” he asked, his hand stilling on the back of your head.

you laughed and nodded, brushing a lock of his hair. “yeah, why not?”

a cold wind blew, tossing your hair into your eyes. topper caught it and pushed it back to its spot behind your ear.

“i think you’re the girl of my dreams,” he joked.

you grinned and slid your hands down his chest. “do you have a towel?”

topper had to pick his jaw up off the gravel before he finally moved away from you and opened his jeep. he ruffled around in the back then finally pulled out a blanket.

“very resourceful,” you commented as he closed the door.

“never know when you might need it,” he said as he threw it around you, shielding your bare legs from the wind. he turned again to the jeep and bent over the driver’s seat to get something. you saw it was a condom when he turned back and closed the door.

“also resourceful.”

he laughed then took your hand back in his. you headed back toward the beach but in the opposite direction of where the bonfire was. it was quieter the further you got, nothing but the waves coming into the shore. it was darker too; all the more private.

topper took the blanket from you and settled it down. you took a seat as he fixed a corner, swiping sand that had gotten on to it. once he sat beside you, he pulled you back against his lips.

you knelt up and scooted closer, placing your hands on his shoulders for leverage as you swung a leg over his waist. you sat in his lap and hummed as you felt him against your thigh. he squeezed you closer in response.

“i’ve never fucked someone on a beach before,” you admitted as you slipped your hands under his sweatshirt and the t-shirt beneath, pushing them up.

“i’ve never fucked anyone outside before.”

“what?” you pulled away to look down at him, your hands freezing on his chest. he was breathing deeply and you swore you felt the patter of his heart against your fingertips. “really?”

“yeah,” he shrugged and glanced over your shoulder toward the water. “just never had the chance to try.”

“what do you mean? you live on an island.” you let his clothes fall back down, stopping above his belly button. “i’ve been here twice and i’ve seen at least twenty ideal places that would be perfect for it.”

“i don’t know, i never asked anyone and no one asked me.” he shrugged again and you knew you were looking way too into this, but it seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this at least once before. you knew that if you lived here, you would’ve done it countless times.

your hands slid back up. “well, tonight’s your lucky night.”

you pulled topper back to your lips, tongues meeting. his hands rubbed along your back and you couldn’t help but arch into him as he slipped them beneath your sweater. his hands were so warm that it felt as if he set fire to your skin. you moaned and sunk your teeth into his lip briefly. a shiver wrecked your body just as topper’s hands came around to your front, sliding up to your breasts. you felt your nipples peek at the contact and topper made it even worse when his thumbs brushed over them.

“christ, it’s cold,” you mumbled as another shiver came and went.

“mhmm,” he hummed. “i’m sure that’s what it is.”

you laughed and wanted to swat at him. instead, you swallowed that little bit of nerves edging close to the surface and reached a hand to his lap. you watched as topper’s lips parted as your hand squeezed him over his shorts. the fabric was soft as topper grew harder. you relished in his expression, the way his eyebrows were drawn together, and how his jaw flinched when he closed his mouth.

topper’s hands fell away as you stood. he looked ready to pull you back down until he realized what you were doing and watched closely as you pulled your shorts and underwear down together. you kicked them aside and shivered as another wind blew.

sitting over topper again, you knelt up onto your knees to pull his shorts down. you couldn’t help swallowing at the sight of him. as dark as it was, you could still see him pretty well. your hand wrapped around him, solid and warm in your palm. topper groaned and leaned back on his hands.

“where’s the condom?” you asked as you stroked him, not at all in a rush with your hand around him.

topper registered your question and patted around the blanket for a moment before holding a square packet between his fingers. you took it from him and bit down on an edge, ripping it open with your free hand. you took the rubber between your fingers and spat the packaging somewhere. topper’s breathing became swallow all the while you stroked him. you stopped and rolled the condom onto him then leaned forward for a kiss.

topper reciprocated, his hands grabbing ahold of your hips until he pulled away to look up at you.

“what if you get sand in your vagina?” he asked, an innocent tone wrapping around his voice.

you couldn’t help the smile or the way your eyebrows furrowed all the while wanting to laugh. that’s what he’s thinking about?

“nothing that hasn’t happened before. it usually takes a couple of days to get rid of but i’ll be fine.”

the topic didn’t stop there. “does it hurt?”

“no, i’ll be fine,” a small laugh slipped out. “that’s why we have a blanket. and i’m on top. can we stop talking about sand getting in my vagina now? it’s kind of killing the mood.”

“sorry,” he shook his head, an embarrassed expression taking form.

you snorted, laughter bubbling up your throat. how did that question even come about in his head? you supposed it was nice of him to care about such a thing. you hoped your laughter didn’t make him feel more embarrassed.

his expression morphed into an amused one and he joined in, laughing at his odd question. you both shook with laughter for a few moments until you calmed down. topper squeezed his fingers on your hips, dragging his palms down your thighs. you brought your lips back to his and your hands to his chest. pushing him gently, you went with him as he lay down. you stayed against him for a couple more seconds before sitting up over him and finding him in your hand again.

topper groaned and gripped your thighs as you brought him into your heat. you couldn’t find your breath as you took him all the way in and sat over him, feeling completely and utterly filled. he was in your stomach, under your skin, everywhere.

“fuck, yes,” you panted, branding your palms on his stomach, pushing his sweatshirt and shirt up again. he was flushed from head to toe, something you were slowly building up to be.

you started off rocking back and forth slowly, feeling him pull and glide inside of you. when you dragged your clit against his skin, which was getting hotter and hotter with the friction, you couldn’t help the way your body tightened around him.

“y/n. oh, fuck—you gotta bounce for me,” topper choked out underneath you, moving his hands to your waist to grip tightly.

you nodded without words, not really finding any with your tongue tied. your hands pushed against his stomach as you lifted yourself up, letting almost all of him leave you empty. then you slammed down, moaning as loud as you could. you didn’t care. not one bit. you were still aware of the bonfire happening yards away, but you didn’t care if someone from the party was walking this way and heard you. let them hear how good topper felt inside you.

a quicker pace was set, sweat building in the creases of your knees and under your hands planted against topper. you loved this. all you could think about was how good it felt, how you fucked topper hard and fast—and how you were getting to fuck him again. it was so much better than the first time, even though you loved having him behind you then. this was just as good.

topper was sitting up again, your sweater rubbing against his and your body feeling way too hot. his hands gripped your ass tightly, helping you rock your hips over him. you were close, closer every time your clit brushed against him at this angle.

it became too much very quickly. you held on to him by his hair at the back of his head, gripping so tightly your knuckles were probably white, and reached your other hand down to touch yourself. your moans were growing higher and more frequent and topper was full-blown panting in your face. when you reached your end, a strangled sound came out of you. you stilled over topper, pulling more of his hair as you came over him.

not long after when you were moving again over him, your mouth on his neck and arms around his shoulders, his grip tightened on your ass as he came. you hummed and gave a few pecks just before he let go and fell onto his back. you followed, moving off of him and laying on your side.

“how long are you here?” topper asked minutes later, his breathing leveling out.

“i leave sunday morning,” you said, blinking tired eyes open as a wind blew over you.

“can i see you again?”

you smiled, your eyes shifting to topper beside you. “don’t you mean can you fuck me again?”

his lips spread wide and if his eyes were open, you had a feeling he’d be rolling them. laughing, you pushed yourself onto your elbow and touched his cheek.

“liza is having a party tomorrow. you should come,” you said quietly, leaning down to brush your lips over his.

“okay.”

“that was easy.”

“it doesn’t take much to convince me,” his voice was tired, piquing your interest.

“am i that good?”

all you got in return was a low laugh.

“i’m taking that as a ‘hell yes’ so thank you very much.”

topper let out a noise just before he moved, pushing you onto your back. his lips landed over yours, gentle and thorough.

saturday

it was a blur of drinks and games and dancing at liza’s house. every room was filled and it was hot for a few hours until you stationed yourself out on the deck with topper. you could lie and say that you didn’t sit out there just to make out with him, but that’s exactly what you did. it was perfect—even more perfect when his shitty friends didn’t show up with him. if you hadn’t been so distracted by his mouth, you would’ve thanked him then and there.

hours later, you had met topper at the front door. you informed liza of your new plans and she was more than happy to get you out of her hair, especially when her eyes latched on to someone and she started to drool into her drink. you grinned fiendishly at her and quickly went on your way.

topper was unlocking his front door and your legs were still a little tingly from the drinks you had over the past few hours. your hand absentmindedly ran along his forearm, needing to feel him so you could stay grounded and alert.

“if you don’t open this door, i’m going to fall asleep right on this porch.”

topper laughed, his keys jingling in his hand. it was a few more seconds of him trying without a light until he eventually found the keyhole and the door swung open. there was a rug that the bottom of the door brushed over and topper walked ahead of you, leading you in by the arm you refused to let go of. he was warm and solid. if you let go, you might evaporate.

your eyes adjusted with the lack of light in the entryway as topper closed the door behind you, sliding the lock into place. your skin felt like it was humming, the hairs on your arm standing up as you stayed close to topper. his shoes scuffed as he kicked them off, his keys dropping onto a table near the door while his other hand wrapped around your wrist. he lured you in by heat alone and you leaned in. your lips landed on his shirt, but you moved them until you found warm skin past the neckline.

reaching down, you found the strap of your sandals and worked to get them undone. why you wore sandals was completely lost on you as you struggled. topper grabbed ahold of you so you wouldn’t fall while your lips pressed a few more kisses into his neck. his hands were searing against your shirt and your skin pricked with the need to have them everywhere.

you kicked off your shoes, feeling your bare foot brush other pairs as topper grabbed ahold of your neck. you didn’t know where he was leading you until his lips landed against your cheek. he adjusted to where he meant to land and opened your lips with his own, coaxing your tongue with his. you moaned as if you were melting, your hands moving along his back as your body relaxed into his. another noise slipped from you, your hands moving down to his hips. one of them you let venture further until you felt him straining against his jeans.

topper gasped, his breath fanning over your mouth and down your neck. you grinned as you squeezed him just so you could see how he’d react.

it was cut short by light flooding the room and burning behind your eyelids. you flinched, parting from topper and squinting.

you were doing so well with no interruptions.

“topper? oh—i’m sorry,” a voice came from your left and you held your eyes open long enough to see a woman standing there, her hand falling from the light switch.

you suddenly remembered where you were holding topper and you dropped your hand, a hot blush crawling up onto your cheeks. you shuffled away from topper faster than he did at composing himself. was it wishful thinking to hope this woman didn’t see where your hand was placed a second ago?

“mom,” topper breathed, hiding his lack of breath well. your own heart was beating so loudly in your ears you figured the woman could hear it too in the entryway.

you averted your eyes, embarrassment dousing you from head to toe at the fact that you’d been caught by topper’s mother.

“we’ll be in my room,” topper said. his hand engulfed yours and you couldn’t remember how to use your feet or legs. “night.”

you kept your head down as topper tugged you past his mother, her robe flowing with the movement. he guided you through the unlit house until you came to his room.

“christ,” he sighed and dropped your hand to close the door. “i’m sorry about that.”

“it’s inevitable when you live with parents,” you shrugged and laughed, looking over your shoulder as topper rubbed his hands down his face. when he dropped them, he shook his head with an amused smile.

you turned back to his room and glanced around, the light a little brighter from the open windows. the decorations were the same, but for the most part it didn’t look all that lived in. you moved to his bed and sat at the end of it, running your hands along the comforter and remembering the last time you were here.

your eyes found topper’s like a magnet. your skin pricked with that awareness of him. reaching, you pulled your shirt off and let it fall beside you. topper watched, his eyes following every movement you made, his gaze moving over you like liquid.

you held your hand out towards him, coaxing him over where you sat. he approached until he was in front of you and even then, you pulled him closer with your hands on his hips again. your eyes fluttered shut as he came between your legs and touched your face, bending down to plant kisses on your forehead, cheeks, and nose. your thighs tightened around him, your hand dropping back to its original spot before you were interrupted. topper kissed you on the mouth then, his tongue hot and invading.

you pushed your palm into him a few times and rubbed until his breath was heavy in your mouth. even though you were kissing him and delighting in the ways he could use his tongue, your mouth felt dry for him. a moment later, your fingers glided up to the button of his jeans, working determinedly to unfasten them.

when his shirt was off and his jeans were unbuttoned, you nudged him backward, slipping from the bed and onto your knees. you pressed your lips along his stomach, feeling it tighten under your mouth as his hands brushed your hair back.

“tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” you said quietly, looking up at him as your fingers fisted the waistband of his jeans, slipping into his boxers too.

topper heaved a breath and nodded. you pressed another kiss just beside his belly button as you tugged on his bottoms, pulling them past his hips and leaving them to rest just above his knees.

you didn’t waste any more time. you took him into your mouth within the first few seconds of him smacking his stomach. he moaned with your lips around him and held your face as you licked him thoroughly. you couldn’t stop once you started and it took everything in you not to give him that release as his hand tightened on your face and his hips began to move.

he didn’t protest or get upset when you pulled away, licking your lips and standing. he just kissed you deeply and you wondered if he liked the taste of himself in your mouth. you certainly did.

all of your blood was gathered at your center. your skin was bubbling to a boil and topper helped you cool down, shedding the rest of the clothes between you. your hands wandered all over him as you sat back on the bed, pulling him with you.

you separated for only a second to kiss just under his ear, panting, “i want you inside me. now. i have an IUD.”

topper’s hands paused, his fingertips brushing the underside of your breast. “no condom?” he asked, pulling away further to meet your eyes.

you nodded, biting your lip to keep from putting him inside you now. “as long as you’re okay with it?”

“are you sure?” his eyebrows furrowed and you couldn’t tell if he was worried about you or if he really didn’t want to.

you nodded again as you were having trouble finding words without your breath. “have you been tested lately?”

“before i came home. i’m clean,” he said, his hands moving again and squeezing your thighs.

you grinned as your stomach rolled. you pulled him back to you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and smiling against his lips. “me too,” you managed to say and laughed as the excitement poured over.

topper’s skin suddenly felt too hot, but you couldn’t pull your hands away from him if you tried. more blood rushed in between your legs. topper kissed you a few times before pulling away and leaning forward, his hand moving to your lower back to hold you upright while his other landed on the comforter to hold himself up. you drew your legs up around him and tugged him closer, breathing heavily as you anticipated his next move.

he swallowed thickly and averted his eyes down, his hand leaving your skin to grab ahold of himself. you bit your lip as you watched, seeing him swollen and ready and practically dripping. your stomach rolled into a tight ball as his hips grew closer and you bit your lips shut as a noise of surprise left you, floating around the room, when topper dragged his head along your folds painstakingly slow.

as much as you wanted to close your eyes to completely let your senses take over, you lifted them to topper’s face. he closed his eyes as he poked his head at your entrance. when he started to slip inside slowly, his mouth opened and his hand went back to hold you. you held your breath as you felt him inch after inch, filling you and stretching you.

his head fell to your shoulder once he was completely inside, a muffled curse leaving his lips.

“oh my god,” you said at the same time as he said, “god, you feel amazing.”

his hips retracted slowly, just as slow as how he entered, and his lips guided back to yours.

“c-can you move back a little?” he asked. the angle was probably straining him unlike you.

you nodded and didn’t have to do all that much as his hand kept you close to him, keeping himself inside of you, as you moved further onto the bed. you laid on your back and moaned as topper started to move, pinning your hips below his.

“you need to be quiet,” he said.

“why?”

“because my mom is right down the hall.”

“so? she obviously knows what we’re doing.”

“still.”

“oh, topper,” you moaned a little louder, a smile curling the corners of your lips.

topper’s hand landed over your mouth. you laughed into his palm and opened up to bite on his finger.

“you should move that hand a little lower,” you suggested, rolling your hips into his.

topper laughed breathily and a moment later, moved his hand to your neck. his hips drew back then and he thrusted, harder than before.

“oh, fuck,” you panted, tightening your hold on him.

“you like that?” he asked, his fingers flexing on your throat.

“mhm,” you managed, your face screwing up. “just like that.”

you sucked in a gasp, your breath staying in your lungs as topper did it again. you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t do anything but feel everything he was doing to you from your throat to him between your thighs. your back arched, pushing your breasts into his chest. you cried out the next time he thrust, hitting you so deeply, your nipples peeked to hardened points. fuck.

“don’t stop,” you couldn’t stop gasping. “please, don’t stop. it feels so good.”

tears pricked your eyes as he did it again, picking up a rhythm and sticking to it. his hand let go of your throat and gathered your hands into his, pinning them above your head as he fucked into you. the harder he went, the more your nails dug into the backs of his hands. his fingers tightened over yours and you cried out with your hips smacking. he didn’t cover your mouth this time, suddenly not caring if his mom heard you. you didn’t care either, you wanted this to go on all night. hopefully it would.

tears spilled when he didn’t let up his grip or his pace. they fell more as he drove into you quicker. it hurt so good, you couldn’t breathe. you didn’t dare open your eyes to see if he was enjoying it too. you hoped he was, you hoped he was loving pinning your hands down, driving into you like an animal. you didn’t know topper had this in him.

his hand let go of one of yours but you left it where it was as his thumb flicked your clit. your breaths grew higher within seconds and you tightened around him, your free hand flying to his arm where your nails dug in deep. you couldn’t stop the cry bubbling in your chest even if you wanted to. it was going to come out whether you liked it or not and topper wasn’t doing anything to muffle it.

“fuck—i’m going to come,” he sighed, his voice strained. was he losing it too? “come for me, please, baby. come with me.”

“top—” your muscles spasmed and everything exploded. you cried out his name however many times as you came over him, feeling him do the same as he thrusted and emptied inside you. his spurts were heavy and warm as his face buried into your neck, his mouth slick one moment then his teeth latching on to you. you grabbed the back of his head and pulled at his hair as he bit you, not hard enough to break the skin, but it still hurt so good.

“oh my god,” you panted as topper lay limp on you. you could feel both of your orgasms dissipating as your juices mixed and dripped out of you.

having let go of your neck, topper licked over the pulsing spot and lifted his head up to look down at you.

“are you okay?” he asked, sweat collected along his hairline. his thumb brushed your drying tears away.

“that was—i—topper,” you shook your head, wishing you could find the words. “i feel very good right now.”

he laughed, shaking your body with his and making you moan as you felt him rub inside of you. “i’m glad,” he said, kissing the underside of your jaw. “i think we need water and snacks so i’m going to go get some.”

“mmm. that’s a good idea.” you couldn’t bring yourself to wipe his sweat away just to feel it on your fingertips. you were spent.

he smiled and pecked your numb lips before sliding out of you and getting up.

cleaned up and under the covers, topper laid out an array of snacks and water bottles. you sat propped up against his pillows while he lay on his side, his head propped against his hand.

“will you come back next summer?” he asked, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth.

you reached for the cereal bowl of chocolate and stopped the smile from stretching across your face. “maybe.”

“i was looking for an answer more along the lines of yes.”

“you’ll have to be more persuasive then,” you hummed and chewed.

“i can be persuasive.” he was grinning and you couldn’t help thinking that he never looked better. tired, hair messy, dressed in just boxers, completely sated.

“oh yeah?” you raised a brow at him.

“mhmm,” he nodded, putting the fruit down and moving onto his hands and knees to crawl towards you. he grabbed ahold of the comforter and pulled it back a little, revealing your chest to the cool air. his head lowered to press a single kiss to the swell of your breast. then he moved to the other. he pressed a final kiss to your shoulder.

“how’s that?”

you shrugged the shoulder he just kissed and kept the smile off your face. mostly.

topper grinned again and it reached his eyes. he looked over you, down your chest, then slid his hand under the blanket to your thigh. “am i getting closer?”

you gasped and grabbed onto the back of his neck as his fingers ran up the inside of your thigh. heat swirled between your legs. “definitely.”

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Hey there! Can I request a friends tu lover sort of deal with Shuichi Saihara? Pls I can’t find much on him anymore and I’ve read almost all that there is to read 😭😭 I just need some more Shuichi fluff pls 🥺🥺

shuichi deserves more love he's so sweet :( i hope you enjoy it nonny :)) this reminds me btw if you guys want danganronpa fics you should request them cuz i'm ngl my idea well for dr has kinda dried up :(

Request for: Shuichi Saihara Warnings: idk p brief light sacrilege? ig, a lot of tropes in one honestly Word Count: 876 ~~~

“Hey, Shuichi, wanna go to a wedding with me?”

He couldn’t find it in himself to deny you. He couldn’t look at your sweet face and say no to you. It would be easy enough - go to the wedding, have fun, watch two strangers kiss in front of their families and friends, have more fun, get out. The fun, naturally, would be broken up with spirals of anxiety but that would be dealt with at a later date. Even then, you’d always told him yourself,

“If you ever feel like you need it, you can hold my hand, Shuichi.”

It’s part of what he likes about you. Your understanding and your gentleness. It’s what he admires. He wishes there were more people like you and yet at the same time, he knows that there isn’t a single soul who could live up to your precedent.

He gets a tie to match your outfit, at your insistence, so everybody can tell you two came together. He likes to pretend that people could mistake you two as a couple.

It’s while driving to the hotel for your shared stay that he feels those feelings claw their way through his chest and almost slip into his throat.

He’s driving and you’re staring out the window when fields of green begin to roll past. He can hear the smile in your voice as you point at the window and murmur out, “Cows.”

Shuichi glances and chuckles, taking a look in the rearview mirror to check that nobody is behind him, “Do you want to moo at them? I’ll stop.”

“Oh my gosh, yes,” your eyes widen at the suggestion and you roll down the window as the car comes to a stop.

Shuichi likes seeing you happy, he’s convinced that if there’s anybody in this world who deserves to be happy - it’s you. It’ll always be you.

He’s glad to be just your best friend if it means he can be around you.

You moo at the cows from the open passenger window and the smile on your face when they moo back is enough to convince him that angels are real. Divinity is real as long as you are.

When you’ve pulled back from the cows and roll up the window is when he continues down the road. You’re giggling slightly and it’s like music to his ears.

Your head lolls back onto the neck rest and you turn to glance at him, “Thanks for coming with me, Shuichi.”

“Anything for you,” he’s quiet and he knows it. He hopes you don’t ask him to repeat himself and he hopes you don’t hear him.

“You’re too sweet, Shuichi,” you murmur.

His face in the peachy sunlight looks like a Godsent painting and you refuse to believe anyone who says anything less. His soft heart melts yours with its warmth each day you get the pleasure of speaking with him.

You’d be lying if you said that inviting him to your friend’s wedding wasn’t an intentional ploy. When you had been telling her of your decision, she was immediate to poke at you for it,

“Oh my God. I’ve seen enough rom-coms and read enough romance to know exactly where this goes.”

“That’s the plan.”

“You’re so lame for this.”

“I just really like spending time with you,” he answered honestly, his heart burning with nerves from within his chest at the admission.

“I like spending time with you, too, Shuichi,” you like the way his eyes glitter in the light. You like the uneven smile on his lips. You like him.

He likes the intent way you listen and how you’re always sure to make him feel like he matters to you. He likes you.

The sun dives below the horizon while he drives and as he sees sleep slip into your eyes, he’s sure to avoid potholes so you don’t wake up.

He doesn’t know you’re only resting your eyes.

“I like you,” he whispers, believing you’re fully asleep and he’s safe to be fully honest, “as more than a friend.”

He doesn’t know you’re awake.

“I just wish I could tell you when you’re listening,” his chuckle is dry and it makes your heart ache at the somber sound.

Your eyes open, “I am listening.”

“Oh,” his mouth slams shut, eyes wide and darting to the road.

“I like you, too, Shuichi,” you’re smiling as you speak, placing a hand over the center console, palm up, “I feel the same.”

He’s hesitant but he reaches out a hand and conjoins it with yours.

“That was mean.”

“I didn’t know you were going to confess.”

He knows that.

“I’m glad you feel the same,” he takes a brief pause to look at you and to him it lasts eternities, all of which are well spent just taking in the beauty he’s always admired in you, “I’m really glad.”

“Of course, I do. How could anybody not?”

He’s so wonderful in every single day you’ve known him. Before you even developed romantic feelings for him, Shuichi has always been known to you as an extremely caring, selfless, intelligent man and you’ve always felt proud to call him a friend.

Now, you’re proud to call him a boyfriend.