#i know it’s my subconscious being a complete dick

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[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

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pairing: song mingi x reader (no pronouns mentioned, reader has female anatomy)

au/genre: college!au, tutor!reader, mingi does not give a shit about studying, smut

word count: 4816 words

warnings: voice kink (AHHHHH), oral and fingering (reader receiving), reader is a little mean, kitchen sex, anime references, cringe, a joke about adhd, dirty talk... um..., oh right Mingi has a big dick (wbk), everyone's a little silly, unprotected sex (boo ‼️👎🏻), premature ejaculation almost, creampie, cum eating... (not reader...), i think that's it. NOT PROOF READ YET!!

synopsis: mingi hates studying, but what he hates way more than that is being perceived as stupid. what mingi loves on the other hand, are pretty people getting flustered about his voice

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mingi shows you exactly what he hates and loves.

a/n: i was almost ready when i saw this tiktok and it completely blocked my mind because it's SO FUNNY, but at the same time, it's men being dudes, dudes being bros, and that kind of made it hard for me to continue. i apologize for the 24h delay 😞

taglist: @byuntrash101 @goquokka @ashwoodforest @choisansnotsolegalwife

Mingi is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Or anything that doesn't move and feed his brain with bright colors and his ears with noises, really. He prefers to vibe, and studying is definitely not the vibe. Sadly, studying is a part of his life as a university student. Yes, he chose this path for himself and yes, he was aware that it would involve studying. Still, now that it's really happening and is not just an obstacle to overcome in the far, far future, Mingi kind of wishes he'd chosen something else to do with his life. It's just exhausting, why would he waste the precious time he has left on planet earth on something that doesn't get the serotonin floating? He's pretty sure he has some undiagnosed ADHD simmering up there, but who is he to judge that? He's certainly not studying to become a doctor or whatever.

Anyway, given the fact that Mingi doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. He's barely gotten his way through school, but uni is a different level. Hence, he needs someone to 1) teach him how to study and 2) make him study, or rather: have a judging eye on him while he is supposed to study, so the fear of being called out on it may light a fire under his ass and force him to bury his nose between the stinky pages of an old library book (on that note: he also needed someone to show him how to check out books from the library).

And that's why you are here, every Thursday afternoon, sitting at the sad excuse of a kitchen counter slash dining table in Mingi's scandalously expensive apartment given its size, growling next to him every time you catch him analyzing the bumps on his wallpapers instead of the letters on the pages.

Mingi generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. You are polite, but you have a way of looking at him that makes him feel like he's getting mansplained by your eyes. Your taunting gaze on him makes him feel small, and he doesn't like that at all. It makes him feel like all these years of drinking milk to make him stand at the 1.84m he is at today were in vain. You always have that one expression on your face, and maybe that's just Mingi's subconsciousness telling him to STUDY HARD FOR GOD'S SAKE, but in the way your eyebrows would scrunch together just the tiniest bit, he reads: God, he is fucking stupid.

He doesn't know which (since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class) chemical in his brain suffers an allergic reaction every time you look at him like that, but there has to be one. There is nothing that Mingi hates more than being called stupid. Well, except for studying, maybe.

Call him lazy, call him a scalawag, call him witty for being able to get through all of school without reading a single one of the set books if you must, but do not call him stupid.

The only problem is that you haven't, well, called him stupid per se. It's just how Mingi interprets your stares. Also, he desperately needs you because he doubts there will be many other contestants that are okay with getting paid as little as you are (which is all Mingi has left by the end of a month full of Pokémon trading cards). So Mingi just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud ringing wakes Mingi from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break!

Disoriented, Mingi raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. It rings again. Slowly, Mingi recognizes the shrill sound as his door bell. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the mirror tells him that his hair is an absolute mess (which is really a crowning achievement given his buzz cut length) and he has imprint marks from his blanket all over his right cheek, but his sleepy mind doesn't even take it in. Mingi furrows his brows and shakes his head. Who would dare to disturb his peaceful slumber at this ungodly hour (4pm)?

The answer, of course, stands right in front of his door. With your arms crossed and the tip of your shoe drumming a dent into Mingi's "come in if you're a silly baka"-door mat, you raise an unimpressed brow at the sleepy shell of Mingi that blinks one eye after the other.

A few seconds pass until Mingi finally realizes who you are, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Immediately after, he furrows his brows once again, his body slumping forward a bit because: why on God's green earth are you here? Then, it hits him like a truck, the aftermath of the collision blowing the remaining sleep out of his eyes: it's Thursday afternoon!

"Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside to let you enter.

"It's fine, it's only freezing cold outside," you stare at him before stepping in, shudder as you kick your shoes off, slip into Mingi's guest slippers and hurry inside. Mingi's brain does not register the sarcasm drenching your words.

"Let's get to it, shall we?" You ask as Mingi finally manages to follow you into the kitchen. You sit, take out a few sheets of paper from your backpack, then look over questioningly as Mingi has not even moved a millimeter, but instead started yawning like his life depends on it. Your eyes drift down his body. "Or maybe after you've put on some pants?"

Mingi freezes, looks down to confirm that, indeed, he's not wearing pants, but Naruto boxer shorts, then covers his crotch with his hands and buzzes off into his room.

Minutes later, Mingi reenters the kitchen, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips that, yes, he checked twice if he's wearing them the right way around. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Of course, you'd notice.

"Mingi, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Mingi has not seen. Ever.

"I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?" Mingi's tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Mingi informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second.

Hold on. Mingi's mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. He suddenly notices the way you started creating skin-on-skin contact with him, the way you want to be closer to him, eyeing him even more than you ever did before. Just... why? Is it because you saw him in his Anime panties?

A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your pencil against the book to remind him of the reason why you're actually here. Mingi groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice?

"I'm really glad you're tutoring me, you know?" He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Mingi decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you with the sultry rasp his vocal cords are gifted with.

"Mingi, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Mingi reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, high pitched, eyebrows scrunched as to why the hell he has to do this before doing that only to do whatever next when it wasn't like this for the other exercise he had to do minutes prior. He is not stupid (!), he does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Mingi inhales sharply. Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on the counter without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

Yes, Mingi is super patient, that's just what comes with the entire vibe-personality package, so he does not dump your cute sorry ass on his baka-door mat, but simply closes his pen, lays it on the table and looks at you. A fabulous idea plops into his mind.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today."

"A-are you?" You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Mingi looks at you without moving his head. "Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Mingi enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel. "There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your own pen in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the poor objects until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud as if you'd just ran the entire way from Mingi's place to the next convenience store (seriously, why the fuck is he paying so much for this godforsaken apartment?). And - Mingi's favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together.

Oh, how Mingi loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Mingi confirms with a slight smirk. He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Mingi lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Mingi so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should head home then?"

Mingi smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His hands automatically reach out to play with his pen, his long, slender fingers toying with the object, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements. "Already?"

"Mhm." You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Mingi listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching.

As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing. "What?"

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Mingi smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness. "Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Mingi loves this game.

That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you. Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Song Mingi stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Mingi can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him.

Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all. Oh, how the gears are turning behind your forehead as you're trying to figure out what's going on, and what's going to go on in the next minutes.

"Thought so," Mingi deadpans. Yeah, that's right. Look how smart he is now! Super smart! He's got you all figured out. He knows exactly what to say and how to act to make you feel - and, fuck, does this feel like redemption - stupid.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Mingi's form, but Mingi is not here for it. Mingi has gotten what Mingi wants. Mingi feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Mingi's mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Mingi smugly leaned back in his chair. Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said.

In the blink of an eye, Mingi feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Mingi gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his.

A deep groan escapes Mingi's lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Mingi in front of you. Yes, Mingi is aware of the effect of his siren eyes.

For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise. And you do, allowing Mingi to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the counter. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Mingi is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time.

Okay, Mingi admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more.

Impatient as you are, you assist Mingi in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes.

And as much as Mingi would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access. His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Mingi loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even.

Finally, the time has come, and Mingi kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. It doesn't even faze him that he hasn't cleaned these floors in weeks, honestly, he is in so deep he probably wouldn't even realize if the stove was on, lighting his study notes on fire.

He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Throwing your thighs over his shoulders, he pulls you forward a little further, chuckling as you almost lose balance and smile at him. Okay, maybe Mingi feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in.

So that's what he does, obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Mingi tastes you.

His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls.

Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Mingi thinks, not to brag, but-

Mingi's eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Fuck, how are you so hot? Mingi's fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands.

To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, Mingi lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you. At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance.

Your throat coughs out a broken moan at this, your eyes switching between looking at Mingi's eyes and his mouth, and closing completely. Mingi loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this.

He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle. He feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist.

Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum.

Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you.

Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it.

Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Mingi says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants. And as if you're getting paid to stroke Mingi's ego even more, you gasp at his size.

Mingi can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully. Oh, how Mingi would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Mingi is more in his giving > receiving era.

Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more.

Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Mingi helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle.

Damnit, Mingi. Why couldn't you've changed your underwear? Mingi mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his anime boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Mingi and are not possessed by a sex demon."

"Incubus," Mingi points out.

"I don't fucking care. Just get this hideous thing off and have sex with me!"

Mingi does not need to be told twice, although he makes a mental note to scold you later for calling the one and only Naruto printed on a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world hideous.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Mingi chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half, "come here. Please."

You pull him closer, wrap your legs around him and beg him with your eyes. Mingi wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely.

God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Mingi feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again."

How did that get out there?

You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now. "You're so cute."

Cute?!

Mingi will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance. "Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open. Helplessly, you cling to Mingi's body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier.

With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Mingi's ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return. "Yeah, like it that my voice is so deep?" You nod pathetically. "Cute."

"Mingi- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Mingi grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open. Mingi really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot. Mingi feels like he loves you.

Mingi also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it? All that matters is that Mingi's ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish.

His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one.

Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Mingi if he kept it that way. That's why he found himself back on his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge.

It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Mingi eating his own cum out of you, he assumes. Somehow, you two end up in his bed after, mostly because Mingi is a cuddler, partly because Mingi is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows.

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Dude idk how to explain it but there’s smth about ur fics i love….if ur taking requests can u do one for yuuji? Hes kinda dumb and he was basically a jock before he got into jujutsu tech so one with some corruption kink?

— thankuu I’m glad u enjoy my writings, I try my best. Hope you enjoy this one too<3

dumb slut — yuuji.itadori

— dom ! male.reader x sub ! Yuuji Itadori

— contents : dumb yuuji (I love him) , corruption kink , virgin yuuji , is called a slut like once , overstim , creampie….if u rlly think abt it , passing out nd yeah.. mb if i got smth wrong

warnings : virginity loss erm think not much of a warning… blud is aged up btw

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You stared down at the pink haired guy with a confused look. … did he seriously not get the hint..?

You’ve been flirting and sending hints that you wanna sleep with him. At some point you almost gave up and thought maybe he was playing stupid to not hurt your feelings or something, but no he’s really clueless.

Something about that made you feel excited.

Yuji was popular, he’s surrounded by girls, you were 100% sure he knew about the wonders of sex.

“Uh.. you know what, we should hang out after school. My house. Just us two” you smile knowing he couldn’t turn you down.

There wasn’t any special occasion, you just wanted to hang out like friends and down a couple drinks. That’s what he thought at least.

For most of the afternoon you guys were laughing and talking about anything and everything, Yuji’s a lightweight so the littlest alcohol already had him fucked up.

“Ahh…Yuji tell me, any girls you’ve been with?” You ask taking a swig of the alcoholic drink.

“Hmm…. I’ve had like 3 or 4 girlfriends.. you?” You let out a small chuckle.

“I’ve had some yeah, I mean girls you’ve slept with..” you tilt your head looking into his eyes, god was he cute..

“Uhm……no I’ve never..” he flushed looking off to the side. You got closer and placed you’re hand over his thigh.

“It’s okay..I don’t judge….but god does it feel good” you glance at his lips and he stutters trying to move away.

“Y-yeah..? I mean y..yeah I’ve heard..”

“I can show you, yuuji..” you get closer and closer to his lip, he closes his eyes tightly and you quickly stuff your tongue in his hot mouth.

He tightly grabs onto your shirt, his tongue so stiff it kinda makes you laugh.

You quickly dig your hands into his pants and roughly stroke his dick making him moan in your mouth.

“Augn-! Mmphh…~” He tries to pull your hand off but it feel so good, he can’t bring himself to pry you off, instead his hips subconsciously start thrusting into your hand.

“..like it..?” You pull away looking into his glossy eyes, he shakes his head no and tries squirming away.

“Mm…I know you like it..feels good doesn’t it..~? I can show you something that’ll feel even better…” he looks at you with wide eyes and a red face.

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“OHH FUCK- ACK—��� Yuuji scratched his stained bedsheets as you pounded into his used up hole. His lips were red and slightly busted from how much he was biting them, he felt sticky and sweaty but he was addicted.

“D..did you cum again..?” You said, panting like a dog. You had felt him tighten around you causing you to groan and dig your fingers into his plush skin.

“Ugh….aren’t you..tired..?” He turned around and he almost had hearts in his eyes. He smirked as best as he could and moved himself on your cock letting out more whorish moans.

“Holy shit..? Have I turned you into a complete slut for dick??” You laugh and wrap your hand around his throat bringing his back up against your chest.

“S..so full..! Nngh….HA—“ He screamed feeling you harshly thrust in him again, cum being pushed out of his gaping hole.

“T-TOO MUCH S..STOP Y-YN~!!” He saw sparks as he came one more time at the feeling of your hot cum pumping him again, his thighs trembled and he fell forward, completely passing out.

You watched your seed peek out of his hole making you twitch.

You ended up passing out next to him for the whole day. In the morning you woke up to your cock being slowly stroked..

You slowly open your eyes to find Yuuji straddling you and aligning your tip to his wet entrance.

“Just…one more time..”

a/n; did i slack off? a little yeah…..

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CLOSER

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

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WARNINGS: smut, Wanda has a dick, fluff, cuddle sex, mommy (R), service top!Wanda, begging, breeding, praise, fluff, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, think that’s all!

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Wanda watched the clock slowly ticking away as she lay in bed beside your sleeping body. It wasn’t often that she couldn’t sleep, she was usually the first to fall into a slumber. But tonight was different.

You had been teasing her all day, walking around in loose clothing that allowed her to see everything. When you went to the store together for a few groceries, she would stare down the wandering eyes until they were too scared to be in her presence.

You had complained about your bra since you put it on. And instead of grabbing a new pair, you decided to just go without. It wasn’t like you did it on purpose, but it’s not like you missed the bulge growing in your girlfriend's pants either.

She was too scared to say anything, to ask you for what she wanted. She always had been. She would leave it up to you to make the first move because she was ‘too shy’ as she put it. But you wanted to break those boundaries and have her desperate enough to fall to her knees in front of you.

“Y/N? You awake?” When she received no response, she huffed. Her lips formed into a pout while she continued to toss and turn. Your back was facing her and, similar to earlier, you chose to wear practically nothing.

All you had on was a long, short-sleeve shirt you had taken from Wanda. It was too big for her too, so you hoped she didn’t notice when you took it, but she always did.

Her arms loosely and softly swung around your waist, she was careful enough not to wake you. She then pressed her front against your backside in hopes to find comfort, but it only caused more discomfort in her crotch. She stuck her head in between your shoulder and neck, the smell of your shampoo filling her senses.

She subconsciously rutted her hips into you, feeling the curve of your ass press against her straining cock. She dragged her free arm down to her boxers and cupped her length, shuddering as she imagined it was your own hand. Or better yet, your warm walls wrapped around her.

She knew you would be tight, you always were. And the more she thought about it the harder it became to resist touching you. She finally gave in, letting her hand find its way to your clit as she rubbed small circles.

She promised herself it would just be a quick touch, but that quick touch ended up with her grinding into you as she fingered your tight hole. You were coming in and out of your sleep as you felt a fiery sensation down below.

“Mm, Wanda? Baby, what are you- oh,” You mumbled when a second finger prodded at your entrance.

“I’m sorry, mommy, but I’m so hard. ‘M sorry, I-I promise I’ll make you feel good, please?” You couldn’t respond as the only noises that escaped were quiet moans.

“Fuck, that’s it, stretch mommy out, baby.” You were guiding your body on her fingers when she curled them, hitting that spot deep inside of you that had you screaming.

“S-shit, right there! Oh, God, keep going, you’re gonna make me cum.” You were fully awake by now as Wanda continued to whine behind you. You shushed her as you chased your high, your jaw slacking as she increased her speed.

“Am I doing a good job, mommy?” She quietly asked, fear evident in her tone. You nodded quickly while the coil in your stomach tightened more and more until you were about to tip over the edge.

There was no warning when Wanda felt her fingers being soaked with your juices. Due to you not facing her, you weren’t able to see the giddy smile she had planted on her face. Knowing that she was the cause of your orgasm always caused a great sense of pride to overcome her, it made her feel complete, like she succeeded.

“You did so well, Wanda, such a good girl you are.” She blushed at the praise, hesitantly grabbing your hand and guiding it to her crotch.

“Please, you’ve been teasing me all day. I tried fixing it myself but it wasn’t the same, please, I need you.” She rubbed herself against your palm in hopes to create relief, but it only caused her cock to drool more of her pre-cum.

“Aww, why didn’t you tell me, love? You know I’d gladly help you if you just asked.” You maneuvered so you were able to see your girlfriend, and you couldn’t stop the smile that arose when picking up on her flushed-out face. She was nearly panting when you slowly slid down her boxers, letting her length be set free and slap against her stomach.

“Oh my, I wish you would’ve told me how bad it was, I hate to see my baby suffer like this.” You pouted, running your thumb across her cheek soothingly. In all honesty, you did know how bad it had gotten, you felt it before you fell asleep. But it was all a trick to force her to speak for what she wanted instead of cowering down and letting herself be stuck in pain.

“I’m sorry..” She whispered under her breath, but you still caught it.

“Don’t be sorry, sweetheart, mommy just wants you to speak up, okay?” You ran her tip across your folds, stopping at your entrance.

“Now, can you tell me what you want, sweet girl?” She led you to turn around, your eyes now facing the wall as you were restricted from seeing her great beauty. Even if you wanted her to speak her mind about what she hoped for, you were just as happy with her unworded demands.

“Can I?” She asked with uncertainty, and before you could come up with a response, you felt her dipping inside of you, grasping onto your warmth as if it were to leave her.

“I- fuck, you feel so good, could be in you forever.” She mumbled, apologizing whenever you winced from her size. She was trying her best to ease into you, to not let you feel the burning pain in your core. But it was impeccably difficult when she had been thriving off of the thought of you all day. All she wanted was to feel you, and even with your close proximity, it still wasn’t enough for her.

“Baby, you- you can’t get any closer than this.” You chuckled, only to be interrupted by a moan from deep in your chest.

“I know, y-you just feel so good, mommy. Can I move yet?” She asked, following off with a small plead in her alluring yet soft tone. You nodded, digging your nails into the arm that displayed itself over your chest, forcing themselves not to touch you. You knew she was too afraid to ask, so you instead brought her hand to your breast where it had been begging to rest. You felt her hips involuntarily speed up, looking down to notice a visible bulge resting upon your womb.

“You see that, Wands? You see how well you please your mommy, hm?” She bit her lip and smiled mischievously, reviling in your gasp when she tweaked your sore nipples.

You could tell the more she displayed her sloppy movements that she was close, she had been since you watched her cock leak for you. But you also knew she wouldn’t allow herself to release if you hadn’t. She wanted you to cum on her cock, feeling you on her fingers wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Please tell me you’re close, I-I need to feel you. I need to feel you clench around me when you cum. Please…please tell me I’m doing good.” She begged, and if it wasn’t for the intimate position you shared, she would’ve been embarrassed for herself. It’s not that she didn’t want it, but she didn’t know how to express what exactly she was wanting from you.

“Yeah? You like knowing you’re my good girl?” She tightened her grip around you, nearly sending herself over the edge when she felt you clench around her.

“There we go, you’re doing so well. Mommy’s so happy to have such a good girl, baby.” She smiled to herself and let her lips suck on the skin of your neck.

“Listen, darling, listen to how wet I am for you.” You could both hear the sloshing of your juices as she thrusted in and out of your hole. She thrived off of the knowledge that you needed her just as much as she did you.

You could feel your approaching orgasm caving in on you, it was impossible to ignore. Wanda was too busy soaking in your pleasure to focus on herself, she didn’t even notice she had finished until you mentioned it.

“Fill me up, Wands, mhm, good girl, good fucking girl you are.” Her movements stilled, causing you to be left high and dry until you reached down to toy with your clit.

“I’m sorry, m-mommy…please don’t be mad at me.” She breathed out, disappointment lingering inside of her when she realized she had failed. She continued to toy with your breasts in hopes it would bring some sort of pleasure, her hips instantly following her movements from before.

“Wanda, Wanda, Wanda!” You yelled, making a mental note to find an excuse to tell the neighbors when they asked who was making so much noise and why, you already had too many complaints piling up.

She watched with hooded eyes as you soaked her cock, your liquids mixing as her orgasm painted your walls white. You felt waves crashing down on you as you panted heavily, your eyes finally being able to open as you calmed yourself.

“Wanda? Wanda, y-you need to pull out.” You told her after moments of feeling her stilled inside of you. Her whines in protest were enough to convince you to let her win just this once, fulfilling her dreams of keeping you full of her all night.

“Just this night? I promise I will in the morning, you’re just so warm.” You chuckled dryly and eventually nodded along, it only took a few more minutes before she was passed out behind you. Now she was the one sleeping, and you were left with her cock remaining deep inside of you, with every small gesture causing you to lowly moan.

You didn’t know how you were supposed to sleep like this, cum coating your thighs and slowly leaking from your hole, but you’d find a way.

[bibluebutterfly]

It is truthfully so impressive to watch how we've watched Stolas grow as a seemingly asshole character to a genuine person who truly does want the best for the person we love. (HEADS UP: This is LONG)

Now, and we're only going to lightly touch on this because the Pilot isn't cannon, but it still contributed to the public opinion on Stolas. In other words, he was borderline predatory in a way that made EVERYONE uncomfortable. (It makes sense though since he was innitially supposed to be the villain. Which thank goodness that was changed because we already see enough bisexual predators in media as it is. Yes, I'm headcannoning that Pilot Stolas was bi.)

Then we get official episode 1. Stolas is... not much better. Although to his credit, he's not as bad or as creepish. The unfair power dynamic is very there, and he definitely talks down to Blitz, but at least he waits until Blitz agrees before getting to the pilot level of sexual.

And then we kind of just keep this up until episode 7. Stolas is VERY sexual and VERY horny with Blitz, and you either like it or you don't. It was consensual, nobody forced anything, and even Blitz says that he doesn't fuss about banging Stolas, but that power imbalance is very much there.

Stolas is calling him by pet names like "my little imp" and is baby talking him, which really comes off like his fetish is sleeping with the lower class. Again, you either like Stolas at this point or you don't.

HOWEVER, despite all his baby talk and just generally inappropriate behavior, we are shown very early on that Stolas has a loving side, mainly in the form of his daughter. "You Will Be Okay" was the thing that got most people from hating him to actually liking him. It was the thing that separated him from just being a horny owl.

Then Ozzies. Hooo boy. This is where we finally get to see Stolas apart from Blitz's POV and as it turns out... he's kind of a pathetic dork more than anything else. We see him go very low. Like the man is alone in his big house eating cereal for breakfast in his bathrobe and watching telenovelas. It's hard to go lower than that. More importantly, it's a stark contrast from how we saw him just one episode ago.

Not just that, but when he's asked out on the date he is genuinely so excited and awkward that you just can't help but feel bad for the guy.

And then we have Hells healthiest couple have their dick moment which leads to Stolas covering his face, validating every and anything Blitz had feared, which lead to him calling out Stolas which leads to them both crying at home.

AND THEN WE GET THE THING THAT MAKES EVERYONE EITHER LOVE STOLAS OR THINK THAT HE'S RUINED.... THE CIRCUS.

Yeah, so it turns out the arranged marriage theory was true, and that Stella has been verbally abusive for who knows how long. But the real kicker is how much it explains Stolas's behavior from season 1. As it turns out, Blitz coming on so strong that night resulted in Stolas trying (badly) to copy that energy. And it turns out that when Blitz told him to stop that first night, he still ended up tying Stolas up and banging him. So... understandable. It turns out that Stolas never wanted to be malicious with his intentions, but genuinely thought that the arrangement was something that they both wanted.

But at the same time, he realizes that misunderstanding or no, a part of him did recognize that Blitz wasn't as happy as he was, and that he can't gaslight himself into thinking otherwise anymore.

Now the big thing about season 2 we all need to talk about, is how hard and fast it took Stolas off the regal and powerful pedestal that I think we all subconsciously put him on. Whatever mystery and darkness that surrounded him in season 1 went completely out the window in season 2. But personally I believe that this fits as season 1 was mostly told from Blitz's POV while season 2 takes place in Stolas's when he's there.

Stolas does not see himself as something regal and powerful. Stolas, as it turns out, is a romantic as well as a MASSIVE dork. Like he's disney princess levels of dorkiness. The man even gets his own slapstick moment for crying out loud.

But aside from that, he's highly intelligent and a genuinely good person who will put others before him if he can recognize the benefit.

Also, while we're on the topic, I don't think that Stolas is as powerful as we or Blitz were led to believe. Like yes, he's got immense power to those who have none.

But at the same time, put him next to Asmodeus, and this demon who seemed so strong before is actually tiny in comparison. Especially when noted that Ozzie was still holding back in this scene.

Now we have the "Look My Way" MV. By now, any dark mystery is gone, we know who Stolas is, but what we didn't expect to see was how blatantly Stolas realized his mistakes and took responsibility. This whole season we saw him be sad over his relationship with Blitz, but we never expected him to realize just how badly he messed up.

But he did. And it was glorious. And again, we realize how much he truly cares for Blitz, this isn't just him saying "I care about him" then doing nothing. This is him realizing he cares about Blitz, and wanting to do something to make it right. Even if that means Blitz will never want to see him again.

Anyway. If you made it this far, I'm impressed. As I've said before, I'm proud of the owl boy and how far he's come as a character. Tell me if you think I missed anything.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i don’t know if you’re taking requests but if so can you write a bottom male reader x himbo Jordan Riki where they’re fucking at home after the game and Jordan is horny as fuck and wants to celebrate the win?

thank you so much :)

THIS EATS SO HARD! omds i love this. and of course, imma try my best to write. ENJOY!

update: my apologies to whoever sent me this request, life’s just been lifin’ - STREAM SUBMISSIVE BY DESTIN CONRAD!

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trophy

jordan riki x male reader

summary: for jord’ you’re the only prize worth playing for.

notes: AHHH! my first request. lowkey kinda exciting, but i went way off on a tangent. nonetheless…still spicy xx

song rec: ‘lite’ by downtown kayoto

a few minutes passed as you admiringly watched him pop champagne for the celebratory pictures. ‘Y/N!’ a young woman screamed. you turned back to see it was sienna, who was going out, with jordan’s best friend, jock. ‘omds! i ain’t seen you in forever, how’ve you been?’ hugging her, you match the excitable energy her smile expressed. it was so nice having someone who understood the pressure of being with a sportsman and how demanding it was. the championship was being held in scotland and thus, the NRL had paid for the entire team to stay in the most beautiful hotel. on the walk back, you and sienna spoke about your plans for the future, mostly on the topic of marriage. ‘i hear congratulations are in order, i am so happy for you and jock!’ you smile at her ‘took him long enough,’ sienna joked as she flashed the engagement ring. ‘i cannot wait, plus as my man of honour, we need to start prepping real soon.’ she says going into bridezilla mode already. ‘trust it’s gonna be the best day ever.’ you sigh stopping in your tracks, ‘what’s wrong, Y/N?’ sienna expresses concern. ‘I’ve just been thinking a lot about how my relationship with jordan,’ you start to tear. ‘sometimes i feel like he will only ever see me as his teenage crush, and not something more.’ you finally admitted and it was like a weight off of your chest. ‘Y/N, i completely understand, but jordan is obsessed with you, he’s always telling me and jock about how he’s just waiting for the right time to pop the question.’ her words were so comforting, and left you with a calming sentiment.

you made your way up to the hotel room, and as you opened the door, you were greeted with roses on the floor. you looked up to see the chiselled figure of your man lying naked on the bed and shimmering in the moonlight. ‘jordan, what is all this?’ you asked, stunned by his grand gesture. ‘i couldn’t celebrate knowing that i left my boy on his own’ he got up and began to undress you. towering above you, he lifted your chin to place a sloppy kiss on your lips. you’d never seen him like this before, dominant with his touch and so submissive with his heart. you pulled off your baggy jeans with one swift move, as you knelt down wearing a vest and boxers.

‘such an eager slut aren’t you,’ he spits into your mouth as you look up at him with bright eyes. ‘careful now,’ you whispered, teasing the underside of his cock with the tip of your tongue ‘i don’t have to suck you off.’ to which jordan snickered at your attempt to manipulate. without warning he shoved his dick inside your mouth. ‘ahhh,’ he breathed ‘much better.’ your lips felt so warm around him and he always appreciated how you were always there to use as his own. he began thrusting deeply, as the percussion of his balls slapping your chin made a beautiful symphony of pleasure alongside your gagging and slobbering on his rod. ‘fuck you look so pretty.’ He groaned ‘I could marry you rn.’ a request he subconsciously muttered under his breath. this sentiment was not lost on you and you stopped to deepthroat him fully, suctioning at the this base of his large dick. ‘SHIIIIIIIIIIIT.’ he grunted, holding your curls in adoration. jordan pulled you off him as you giggled with pride watching how he was entranced by the slick you painted on his pole.

you rise onto your feet, staring up into his eyes. wrapping your arms around his broad neck as he placed light spanks on your ass, kneading your dough with his big, coarse hands. jordan invaded your mouth, using his tongue to fast himself on your lips. his fingers spread your thick cheeks apart as he circled around your taint. ‘jump baby.’ he said deeply as his passion overcame him. you obliged as he placed you lovingly on your back, the bed of rose petals adorned your skin, making this erotic painting all the more romantic. your bf climbed onto you and raised your legs above your head. like a jigsaw, you molded them to fit onto his shoulders, with jordan’s piece knocking at your entrance. your pussy lips puckered at the prospect of getting wrecked, making it easy for him to slip in. ‘jord…’ you moan at how full you felt, signalling to him that he needed to go slowly. ‘easy baby, let me know if it’s too much.’ he reassures, adjusting himself inside you slipping in the last couple of inches. ‘I’m all in now love, I’m gonna go faster okay?’ He kisses your neck as you stroke his biceps.

he bowed his head into the crook of your neck, rutting into you viciously as you cradled his head. ‘fuck babe, fuuuck.’ you both scream ‘marry me…’ he mutters again, you clearly heard it this time. he continues pounding your pussy as his breathing gets deeper. ‘marry me already…’ slipped out as he moaned in ecstasy. ‘fuck yes, I’ll marry you babe,’ you matched his energy as he stopped in his tracks. he stared at you like a lost puppy. ‘shitttt, it wasn’t meant to be like this, i had a whole thing planned afterwards, we were gonna go on a walk, i was gonna go down on one knee and-‘ you cut your man off with a kiss that reminded you of the early days of your relationship. ‘I love you jordan, it doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, but i will never stop loving you.’ he started tearing up. ‘Y/N how am i the one crying when it’s you that ain’t gonna be walking for the next week?’ he joked to lighten up the mood. ‘aw babe,’ you whined, kissing him once more ‘if it makes you feel better, i can erase what you said from my memory?’ he smiled into yet another tongue dance ‘nah, don’t even worry about it sweetheart, imma fuck u so dumb you don’t even be able to remember your name.’ he threatened, pressing on your abdomen to feel how deep he was inside of you. his dick twitched as your slick hole was doing so well cockwarming him.

by the end of the night, he had dumped his load into 4 times, and while you laid on his chest, he couldn’t stop thinking about his win. not just the game or player of the season, but how he had won your heart. so while you were asleep , somehow so tired to the point you’d completely forgotten his proposal, he looked up at the ceiling and dreamt about your wedding.

@gayaristocrat dacre is up next ml <3 what typa scenario are we thinking?

[brattyfork]

i haven’t

summary: matt feels insecure still being a virgin, his best friend helps him out

warnings: sex obviously, matt being kind of a sub, nothing super crazy, very long tho sorry

i havent 💚3

matt and i have been best friends since high school, he was always more of the shy one in our friendship. this resulted in us having two very different high school experiences, i had the very stereotypical “ideal” experience, parties, drinking, sex, all the lame school dances, football games, you name it, i probably did it. matt, however, had almost the complete opposite, unfortunately his anxiety usually got the best of him and he ended up hanging out with a few close friends (including me) and his brothers, which was still super fun but he stayed in his comfort zone. i convinced matt, with chris’ help, to come to a few parties but aside from getting high once he didn’t really participate in them. all of this to say, i was pretty experienced while matt was a sober virgin. i know that sounds harsh but it never bothered me or him as far as i knew. i obviously wanted to have fun with my best friend but it never distanced us, it was his choice and i respected it.

this brings us to now, i’m 20 and living with matt and his two triplet brothers. matt had come out of his shell a considerable amount but still never felt the need to do anything crazy.

we were sitting in our living room bored out of our minds when nick suggested we play a game. i suggested truth or dare but none of us wanted to get up so chris said we should play never have i ever. nick made fun of him for picking something so middle school but no one had any better ideas so we went with it.

it started out pretty tame, “nhie pooped my pants” “nhie cried at school” “nhie fallen down the stairs” before chris raised the stakes. “nhie kissed someone” i was confused why he asked this because we all had and we all knew that. i put my finger down, turning to matt who was red in the face and realized why chris asked.

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senior year, matt was feeling really bad about not having had his first kiss before he graduated high school. he was complaining and moping so much that i finally suggested i could be his first kiss. he turned beet red and began asking me a dozen questions.

“won’t it be weird?”

“not if we don’t make it weird”

“what if i’m bad?”

“you can’t really be bad at it, plus if you were i wouldn’t care”

“are you sure about this?”

“yeah if it’ll make you stop sulking in self pity”

he rolled his eyes at me, “you’re not gonna make fun of me are you?”

i tilted my head at him, “matt, have i ever genuinely made fun of you?” he shook his head.

“just close your eyes, i’ll take the lead”

he took a deep breath before closing his eyes. i leaned over, a little nervous myself, took his face in my hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. he kissed back for a moment before i pulled away, him subconsciously chasing my lips. it was actually one of the nicest kisses i’ve ever had, his lips were soft and he was gentle, most guys just tried to eat my face. once we had both pulled back and opened our eyes we started giggling which turned into stomach-churning laughter. we just couldn’t help it, it was funny. we didn’t talk about it anymore after that, other than him updating his brothers on what had happened.

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chris could be a dick sometimes, giving his brothers a hard time and unfortunately, matt was an easy target. i kicked chris’ leg, giving him a stern look.

“ow! what the hell dude?”

“don’t be a dick”

we moved on, more questions about embarrassing things and a few rounds later it was chris’ turn again.

“nhie had sex” chris giggled

chris and i put a finger down, while nick and matt’s stayed up.

“did someone slip asshole pills into your pepsi?”

they all chuckled at my comment, but it wasn’t really a joke.

“i think we should quit while we’re ahead, are you guys hungry?” they all nodded. nick and chris began bickering about where we should eat while we were all getting our shoes on.

“do you wanna drive or do you want me to?” i asked matt

“i don’t care” he didn’t sound angry, more defeated

“okay, i can drive” i gave him a soft smile.

we loaded into the car, nick taking his usual spot in the back. chris tried to sit up front, he normally sat there when matt drove and sometimes when i did. i shot him a glare, him letting out a sigh and scooting in next to nick. matt took his seat in the front, sometimes he would ask for aux but he just went on his phone and said nothing. chris chimed in from the back.

“can i…?” he asked referring to the music, i nodded my head at him, seeing as i didn’t wanna pick anything and matt was occupied.

we decided on a coney island, wanting to sit down opposed to getting fast food. we got a booth, chris and nick sitting across from matt and i. matt was particularly quiet tonight and i could tell something was wrong. i noticed he was twiddling his thumbs in his lap and quickly grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers and resting our hands on his thigh. this was normal for us, we held hands sometimes when one of us noticed the other was stressed. he looked up from his lap and gave me a small smile before slowly joining the conversation. matt seemed to be acting like his normal self again but i could tell something was still bothering him.

we finished our food and made our way back to the house, chris and nick decided to retire to bed while matt and i weren’t super tired yet. we grabbed a few snacks before heading to my room, which was on the first floor while the boys’ were on the second, mainly so we didn’t have to worry about waking up nick and chris.

we turned on adventure time and matt rested his head on my lap while we both scrolled aimlessly through our phones. after about two episodes, matt put his phone down and just stared at the ceiling.

“are you good?” i asked, concerned about his strange behavior.

“when did you lose your virginity?”

i was taken a back by his question but answered nonetheless.

“uhh summer after sophomore year i think”

he didn’t say anything.

“why do you ask?”

“do you think it’s weird i’m still a virgin?”

“no matt, not at all”

“i think it’s weird”

“do you think it’s weird that nick is a virgin?”

“no but he’s at least done stuff, all i’ve done is kissed you, no offense”

i giggled, “none taken matty, the time just hasn’t been right yet. you’ll meet a girl and hit it off, you’ll know.”

“yeah…” he trailed off, like he had more to say.

“you know you can tell or ask me anything right?”

“if you don’t want to, you can tell me to fuck off and we can forget this ever happened…” he paused for a moment “w-would you have sex with me?”

“are you sure you want to? we don’t have to do anything you don’t want”

“yes i want to, i’m sick of being a 20 year old virgin” he chuckled. i let out a few giggles too before our laughter died down.

when i looked at him now, his eyes were dark with need and desperation. i took his face in my hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. i hadn’t had a kiss like matt’s since senior year, i tried to push it out of my head but it was hard. it was like fireworks were going off inside my head when our lips touched, i had never felt that with anyone else.

the kiss got more heated, i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself onto his lap, causing him to whimper at the pressure. i smiled into the kiss, his noises giving me more confidence as i ground my hips into his lap. he almost completely pulled away from the kiss as a desperate whine escaped his lips. i smiled at him before making my way to his neck, placing wet kisses along it up to his ear.

“i love the noises you make” i whispered before sucking a purple mark into his neck, more beautiful sounds leaving his lips while his hands trailed down to my ass, pulling me into him.

i came back to his face kissing him again before bringing my hands to the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. i then took off my shirt and bra so he wouldn’t feel so exposed. his eyes bore into my chest, his mouth hung open as if he wanted to say something.

“you gotta use your words to get what you want matty..” i teased him.

“c-can i touch you?” he asked, moving his hands up towards my boobs.

“of course you can, such a polite boy”

he blushed before placing his cold hands over my breasts, causing me to shiver. i kissed him while he played with my boobs, gaining more confidence and playing with my nipples. i let out a moan that was swallowed into the kiss before i pushed him onto the bed, leaving me on top of him.

i quickly got up off of him before taking off my leggings and moving to pull down his pants. he protested slightly, causing me to pull away before he spoke.

“can i make you feel good?”

“you will baby, i’m gonna take care of you right now tho, just relax” he let out a deep breath, giving into my instructions. i crawled up to his lap, palming him over his boxers before placing kisses up his shaft over the fabric. he began squirming under me when i decided to take his boxers off. he wasn’t huge but a decent size: proportional in length and width. i licked my lips, excited to have him inside me before taking him in my hand and licking a strip up the underside of his dick. he jumped a bit at the new feeling before letting out a loud groan from my warm tongue on his cock. i licked up the side of him before finally taking him into my mouth, sucking on the tip lightly causing him to buck his hips into me. he shot me an apologetic look while i took the rest of him in my mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. he gasped, all the air leaving his lungs as i began to bob up and down on him.

“holy fucking shit” he whimpered. i couldn’t help but giggle around him, the vibration causing him to buck up again. i continued sucking him, swirling my tongue around his dick until i felt him twitch in my mouth. i pulled off, followed by a loud whine of protest coming from him.

“mmm i was close” he pouted.

“don’t you wanna cum inside me?” his eyes lit up at the suggestion before nodding his head. i climbed up him, planning to ride him before he stopped me.

“um, can i do something to you?”

“you wanna finger me sweet boy?” he quickly nodded his head making me chuckle again at his eagerness. i grabbed his hand, pulling his pointer and middle finger out before taking them in my mouth, running my tongue all along them while keeping eye contact with the boy under me. i could feel his dick twitching under me, causing me to moan around his fingers. i pulled his fingers out of my mouth before moving them down to my pussy. he moved his fingers around, just getting a feeling for the area before stating “you’re so wet” i kissed him as he continued to feel me, rubbing his wet fingers on my clit making me moan into the kiss. he found his way to my entrance, pushing just at the beginning before stopping. i opened my eyes, realizing he was waiting for my consent. i nodded my head and he pushed one of his slender fingers into me, in turn pulling moans out of me. i moved to his ear. “you can put the other one in too” i whispered to him. he pushed the other in before i kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth and quickly dominating. he slowly got his footing, picking up his pace, my noises egging him on to repeat his actions. i felt myself nearing the edge, now grinding down onto his fingers. i pulled away from the kiss.

“fuck matty, you’re making me feel so good. please don’t stop” he said nothing but continued his motions until i fell into my orgasm, my legs shaking on his lap, still moving his fingers in and out of me. i had to grab his wrist for him to stop, not realizing he was overstimulating me.

“sorry” he murmured.

“you dont have to be sorry goof. you want me to ride you now?”

“yes please”

i spit on my hand, stroking him up and down a few times before lining him up at my entrance. i looked at him for approval, him nodding his head for me to slowly sink down. the noise he made when i pushed him into me is something i wish i could have on replay in my head for the rest of my life. like i said, he wasn’t huge but he filled me up in all the right places.

“fuck matt you feel so good”

“you’re so fucking tight holy god” i chuckled at his response, sitting there for a minute longer to let us both get used to the sensation.

“ready?” i looked to him, he nodded. i lifted myself up on my knees before sinking back down onto him. he placed his hands on my hipbones, helping guide me up and down while i bounced on his cock.

“hnng holy shit i think i’m close”

“me too baby, let go whenever you’re ready, i’ve got you” i reassured him, picking up my pace a bit, his whines getting more and more broken with every movement. before i knew it i could feel his hot cum coating my insides, sending me over the edge, fucking us both through our highs. once we both stopped twitching, i laid down on him, getting comfortable while he caught his breath.

“god i could stay here forever”

“we could sleep like this you know”

“are you sure?? is that sanitary?” i laughed at him.

“yes it’s fine matt, just go to sleep, i know you’re tired”

“as long as you’re comfortable, okay. goodnight, thank you for that”

“of course matty, goodnight” i said wrapping my arms around his neck and falling asleep with him inside me.

a/n: hi hope yall enjoyed :3 sorry the end is kinda rushed i didn’t rly know how to end it.

[r1z3n]

I just think they are neat:

As a whole Batfamily are odd, strangle, and like often questioned if they are cryptids.

But, I think the first 3 Robins are the worst.

Like don't get me wrong they are all bad for it. Gothamnite being Gothamnites.

But Dick Grayson, Jason Todd and Tim Drake are Often the first reason people quote for wondering if Batfam is human.

Like everyone else including Cassandra Cain have this level of 'you are just missing the entire context', like you met them and yeah you have questions and you wonder but it is like seeing Olympic athletics or experts in their field do something, you feel like you can just barely see the years of training it took.

However Dick, Jason and Tim? they just have this hair raising of 'no context could explain you'. Like Dick Grayson has been an professional athletic his Entire Life, being a Vigilante for at least 75% of it, and pretty sure is a genius. He wouldn't know how to be average if it bit him. Again for a previous post, he probably has to think about moving 'normally' and within the 'average human' range. Which is something he probably Had To Learn to do. So everyone that knew him pre-that probably remembers even subconsciously.

Jason goddamn Died, and came back for one. Then like from what I can tell took less time training to become on-par with Batman. Probably moves a little bit like Nightwing, because foundationally that is who he modelled himself after during his Robin era. Soul Swords my dudes. He probably freaks Constantine out so hard.

Tim Drake, well do you want to start with how often he has existed outside of time and the way that probably altered some stuff? or do we want to talk about the way he probably has the same issue as Dick, in his probably has to think about moving because Dick Grayson was his Hero. Like there is so much more that could be played with, because yeah those three probably just flip the uncanny valley switch of 'dangerous and you can't ever comprehend why'. It is probably actually worse for the actually aliens/non-humans you know, like the other humans meta or not are probably a little more used to dismissing that feeling.

Also I think those three are completely Unaware how unsettling they are, even to the other bats. Like they know, but they think it is completely on the Bat level

Like Damian or Duke will likely join them eventually in being as unsettling. Damian because he is young and his Batman was Dick Grayson, and Duke because his normal vigilante baseline is Batfam and he seems the type to think 'I have to match them' then does. I think Stephine purposefully choose not follow the steps because that is not who she wants to be. Cass has moments but Cass is too body aware for it not be on purpose and that intentional action feel different.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐍: Pegging w/ Spencer Reid

a/n: DON'T LOOK AT ME. do not. look at. me. LISTEN, someone had to do it even if it had to be me. i must admit i had fun writing this but ohmygod the shame i feel rn LMAOOO. i hope you all enjoy this cause i'm hiding myself under a rock forever.

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"There you go, Spence. Just relax for me." You cooed, your hands gripping at the lithe man's hips. Your thumbs dug into the dimples of his lowerback as you entered him, splitting him open slowly on your strap.

"Mhm!" His whimper was muffles by the bedsheets below, his burning red face hidden in bashfulness. "Who would have thought the big genius could fucked dumb?" You hummed condecendingly. "That's okay though, because you're my good boy, aren't you Spencie baby?" You asked. 

Your slowly moving hips froze when he didn't answer. You bent over his arched form, a hand decending from his hip to weave through the strands of his hair. You tugged on it. Hard. Hard enough to elicit a surprise yelp and lift his head off the bed.

His flushed face was now visible to you, his dark red cheeks being kissed by the cooling air from your ac.

"I asked you a question." Your breath hit the shell of his ear, your strap burying even deeper inside of him. He shivered at the mixture of pleasure and pain prickling deliciously at his nerves. "Don't make me take it back." You said sternly.

"Your good boy! I'm your good boy!" He rushed out, fingers clawing at the duvet under him. "I promise." He said breathlessly. You hummed, pressing more of your full, naked torso onto his back, your breasts resting on his back. The straps of the toy dug into your plush thighs, the rough material burning at your skin satisfyingly.

The close proximity had Spencer reeling, his subconscious falling deeper into a submissive headspace with every act of dominance.

"There you go," You said with a smirk. "I knew you could do it." You placed a hard kiss onto the underside of his jaw where his pulse point was before straightening your body.

Biting your lip in excitement, you pulled your hips back, allowing the toy to catch the man's rim before slamming into him, his ass jiggling a bit at the impact. The rough motion sent Spencer up the bed with a loud, embarrassing moan. 

"That feel good, babyboy? Hm?" You teased, thrusting again. This time, you barely exited him before fucking into him once more, the smack from where your hips met his resounding lewdly throughout the room. 

You knew you'd hit his prostate when a feral mewl rushed from between his lips. His body convulsed, but he still tried to answer you, forever trying to please you.

"S— so… so good." He managed to heave out. "That's it my good boy. C'mon I know you can take it." You praised, coaxing him back down onto your strap.

You kept a steady, fast pace that would occasionally fall out of rhythm with the desperate wiggle of Spencer trying to meet your thrusts on his own. 

An idea struck you, and you stopped moving, which elicited a mewl from the older. 

Settling back on your knees, the toy almost completely slipped out of him. "Sit up, sweetheart." And he did — albeit shakily — fully seating himself down on your lap.

"There," You breathed. "Am I deeper now honey?" Your hands stroked up his chest from behind, your fingers stopping to play with his sensitive nipple, squeezing and tugging them torturously.

"So deep, angel." He moaned, hips jutting out on their own accord. His cock stood tall, amassed to it's full hardness, red, and leaking precum. Your right hand remained on his chest while the other dipped below his waist to stroke his cock.

"Ah!" He cried, his own hand reaching for wrist as he held it on him.

"God, I'm gonna fuck you stupid, pretty boy." You whispered sensually in his near. You nibbled on his earlobe before gyrating your hips into him. Leaving his nipple and his dick, you grabbed both his hands and held them behind you, leaving him unable to squirm out of your grip.

He whined in displeasure at the the loss of friction.

"I wanna see you cum untouched baby, you think you can do that for me?" He nodded his head fastly. "I can." 

Rolling your hips, your cock kissed his prostate and sent him trembling and whining. You didn't relent with your strokes, milking him for all he's worth as you pushed him toward overstimulation.

"Fuck, _____." He moaned. You wished you had a camera to capture the genius of his FBI unit being dwindled down to a begging, brainless mess. Anyone listening in would have thought that you were watching porn.

It was getting harder to enter him, and you knew that meant he was about to cum.

"Cum, my sweet boy." 

You peppered sweet kisses onto the skin of his neck as he exploded, cum shooting out of him, getting some on the bed and painting the flat planes of his stomach.

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[wriothesleysgf]

˚ ⊹ ₊˚ missing you — nagi seishiro + afab reader

[ex]plicit content, minors dni · fingering , phone sex , praise , dirty talk , light guided touching.

"sei," you whimpered, fingers pistoning in and out of your sticky cunt. your other hand fisted the sheets as your head turned to its side, inhaling your boyfriend's faint scent left on his pillow.

nagi was currently out of the country for a match so between training and press activities, you've barely been able to talk to him. he'd send you little updates, odd photos, and never failed to send you a sweet goodnight text. you missed him terribly, craving nothing more than being in his arms. however, after sei had sent you a fairly suggestive mirror picture when he'd gotten home from training, you couldn't help yourself.

it was clear that he'd just showered the grime and grass stains off of himself, as evident by the fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist. faint water droplets decorated his abs and prominent v line, this sight alone causing you to cease all functioning. you thanked the gods that he sent it through imessage rather than snapchat, because the more that you stared, the more you drooled. as soon as you noticed the half hard bulge concealed by the towel, you knew it was over for you.

with your middle and ring finger pumping into your weeping hole and your thumb rubbing messy circles around your puffy clit, you moaned nagi's name like a sinful melody. if only he could see what a complete and utter mess you had become, all from a simple image.

alas, your little activity was interrupted by the ringer of your phone. you ignored it the first time around, not caring enough to pause seeking your high, though when it rang for the third time, you reached over to grab the device with your free hand, digits still continuing to fuck yourself slowly.

"hey, angel," the man on the other end of the line called.

"s-sei!" you exclaimed overenthusiastically, primarily because you accidentally brushed the heel of your palm against your oversensitive clit though also because you were excited to hear the sound of his voice.

"how are you, bunny?" he asked.

"'m good, jus' miss you," you replied, subconsciously continuing to finger yourself as you spoke.

"'ll be home soon, promise. i miss you too,"

your heart warmed at his returned confession. "how was training, baby?" you queried, doing your best not to give away the fact that you were literally touching yourself as you spoke.

"boring. 's nothing new, and i'd rather be home next to you,"

the pad of your finger ghosted over your g spot, prompting you to arch your back and whine down the line. you tried to mask it with a yawn, though nagi wasn't an idiot and had a fair idea about what you were currently up to.

"y' tired, angel?" he teased, playing into your facade. he let you believe that you had successfully tricked him, with you being to preoccupied to catch on to the fact he was playing with you. "hmm, bet i could make y' even more exhausted,"

"what d'ya mean, sei? i don' get it," he could picture your wide doe eyes; the innocent face that kept all of your nasty thoughts hidden under lock and key.

"y' know what i mean, sweetheart," nagi continued, "how ya always get so sleepy after i spend all that time fucking your pretty little cunt, fillin' her up with my cum over 'nd over,"

his dirty words caught you off guard. you gasped, fingers beginning to pick up speed.

"you like that? 's my angel really a dirty, cockhungry slut, hmm? is that why you got so worked up over the picture i sent? now you're tryin' to fuck yourself, aren't ya, bunny? stuffing that cute pussy even though 'm the only one that can make her cum, yeah?"

you stopped all attempts of holding back, unashamedly moaning his name at the top of your lungs. nagi could hear the faint sounds of you fucking yourself, the lewd squelching of your cunt going straight to his own dick at he began to fist his own length. "c'mon, talk t' me, angel,"

"'m- 'm," you struggled to form a cohesive sentence. "sei, jus' need you so so bad,"

"i know, baby, 's okay," he cooed, "keep fuckin' yourself f'me, alright? jus' the way i usually do, scissor your fingers a little, always drives ya insane when i do it,"

you followed his suggestion, and he could tell by how much louder you got.

"such a good bunny," nagi praised, "are ya close, doll?"

"mhm!" you squealed, not fully trusting your own voice.

"d'ya wanna cum f'me, angel? make y'r pussy cry f'me? go on, use y'r other hand and play with that pretty clit, baby. nice 'nd tight circles, don't stop until you cum, mkay?"

you did exactly as he instructed, body writhing around the sheets as you pushed yourself over the edge as nagi continued praises. your sweet sounds and whimpers of his name was enough to make him shoot a load over his fist, replacing soft spoken words with heavy panting.

"can't fuckin' wait to be home, angel. don' even know if i can wait, might have t' drag you to the airplane bathroom 'nd show ya jus' how much 've missed you,"

[kill4luvina]

"The Unexpected"

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Black!Reader x Aged up!Yuji

CW - Modern, College AU, Yuji getting high for the first time, unprotected sloppy sex, Yuji being an undercover SLUT without even knowing, Probably Grammar Mistakes, Lowkey a little sloppy writing sorry guys.

Summary : Yuji comes over for a sleepover at your house after having one of his worst breakdowns & you get him high as a way to destress but somehow yall end up fucking it out instead.

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"Cause I got you sprung off in the springtime Fuck all your free time, You don't need no me-time That's you and me time, We be gettin' so loud That dick make my soul smile That dick make me so damn proud"

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Opening you front door you'd find your best friend standing there in tears. You're eyes would soften as soon as he sneezed realizing it was pouring rain. He was barely covered, only wearing a black Nike hoodie and sweat pants with his hood off. He had just had his 3rd metal break down of the day after stressing over his upcoming exams. "Oh my babyy." You'd coo giving him a hug that you'd feel him completely melt into ignoring you were getting completely soaked too.

You'd close to the door before telling him to take off this hoodie and shoes and follow you into your room and he complied. You'd give him a extra pair of Pj's you had bought just for him because he always had sleepovers. "Thank you Y/n" Yuji would say as he laid on your bed snuggled into one of your pillows, he was no where close to tired but he was too depressed to do anything else. "Of course my love.. You want anything to eat? I could order you something.." You'd say as you sat beside him.

"No thanks, I'm good.." He'd say as he turned his head away from you, the two of you would sit in a comfortable silence for a little bit. "Wanna get high?" You'd ask randomly making turn his head towards you quickly looking at you. "You know ion do that.." he'd mumble as he watched you get up walking over to get you grinder from your drawer. "First time for everything."

"Alright, just hit it..." You'd say passing over the blunt, he stare at it for a moment before looking up at you. “Cmon.” You say noticing him hesitating before he took it from you, he stare at it for a bit longer before taking a hit.

You’re not exactly sure how it happened or why, but not long into this session you noticed Yuji getting touchy. Every time he’d pass the blunt you’d notice him closer than he was seconds ago. His head now resting on your thighs as he waited for you to pass the blunt back.

“You feeling better?” You’d ask feeling him nod his head yes, as one of his fingers drew imaginary circles into your skin. “Y/n…” he’d say catching your attention as you looked down, not expecting for him to bring his head up kissing you.

“Yuji? Are you high?” You’d ask as soon as he finally pulled away from the kiss. He’d shake his head no as he layed his head back returning to drawing circles. “Just wanted to kiss you.” He’d say shortly say during a small silence between you too. "mmm, you wanna do anything?" You'd ask after a while.

"fuck-!" Yuji's hand immediately flew to the back of your head, eyes rolling back as he tried not to whimper. You'd pull away spitting onto his dick, putting your two hands on the base as you worked quick pumps. "You like that? You bouta cum?" You'd say as you watch him tremble, contemplating how he even got in this position with his bestfriend in-between his legs.

You'd got right back to swallowing his dick bobbing your head up and down his length. "Y/N!" He'd almost scream as soon as he felt you sucking on his tip, tongue twirling around it. You'd look up at him before fully taking him, deepthroating him as he subconsciously face fucked you. His dick was a complete mess, as you were drooling all over it.

"W-Wait!!" Yuji would struggle getting out, but it was too late he came down your throat as soon as he felt your tongue make contact with his balls. (god forgive me) Yuji quickly pushed your head off his dick before you recovered, afraid due to you taking to much time to pull away yourself. He'd fall on his back onto the bed as he caught his breath.

"Yujii.. Your not tired yet right? This was your idea.." You'd giggle as he looked over too you, eyes slightly widening at the sight of you. On your back, legs completely spread just for him with no panties. Without a second of hesitation he was over you giving you sloppy kisses, trying to align himself to you.

He'd bottom out as soon as he entered, tears filling up in his eyes as he felt his heart beat start to speed up. "Mn-Gh!" You'd moan, eyes rolling back as he left kisses down your neck as he completely fucked the shit out of you. "You like that?" He'd mock you from earlier as you started to tremble under his touch. "Yuji!" You'd cry out as he continued fucking you at a brutal pace, his hands moving to hold your legs back farther

At that point, he was fucking you so deep he was unlocking places you never new existed til' right now. You'd look down only to notice a creamy ring around the base of his dick. And all you need to know is that the rest of that night was actually insane.

He woke up the next morning in your bed naked, confused asl and embarrassed as soon as noticed you asleep on top of him snuggled comfortably. (someone take my computer away from me i need an ass whooping for this shit.)

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[dontsh0vethesun]

bred from boredom

masterlist

emily prentiss x fem!reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, blowjob, daddy kink, slight degradation and praise, choking, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral, breeding kink; brief mentions of vomit, food and pregnancy

a/n: my pussy wrote this, she’s an author (also it feels a little rushed in hindsight but blame her idk) maybe she’s ovulating

wc: 1.8k

papa em

Emily looked perfect today, as she does every other day, and you were bored. However awful it sounds you were hoping for a case just so you could leave the uncomfortable desk chair you were swinging back and forth instead of finishing off your paperwork. 

So instead, you let your mind wander, staring at nothing in particular whilst you thought of Emily. Of her exposed arms from her rolled-up shirt sleeves, the belt whose shining buckle you’d felt against you when you embraced her this morning. And the way she looks behind her desk; you can see her from where you’re sat, head down and focused on files, and you know she looks stunning. It’s not uncommon for you to feign an excuse just to see her behind it, posture perfect with a glow of authority. 

You thought back to just last night. How she’d touched you and how her lips had kissed your neck. She treats you oh so well, it’s only polite to return the favour - especially considering the meetings she’s had to attend this morning. 

You cleared your throat along with a knock on her open door, feeling that giddy thrum of your heart when her tense gaze completely melted at the sight of you. The small frown easily turned into a grin and the rigidness of her shoulders disappeared. 

“Hi,” she smiled, discarding the pen in her hand eagerly. 

“Afternoon, chief,” you returned with a light smirk, shutting the door behind you whilst she shifted in her chair. 

“What’re you doing?” she muttered, eyebrow raised in amusement as you rounded her desk. 

“Well, I thought, since our wonderful chief is oh so busy,” you started, bending down to press a kiss to her cheek with your lips ghosting her skin with your words. “Going to so many meetings, answering so many phone calls, and giving her pretty head a migraine. I thought maybe she deserves a little stress relief,” you shrugged with an innocence she saw right through and trailed your hand down her chest, stopping at the buckle of her belt before cupping her bulge through the material. 

“Did you now, princess?” she breathed, pulling your face closer to claim your lips with hers, pushing her hips into your hand slightly for a little bit of friction. She sighed into your mouth at the way you palmed at her dick, feeling her getting harder by the second. “I think it might be because you’ve got a filthy mind and you wanna get out of doing work,” she muttered with a smile but her eyes were dark and playful so you knew she wasn’t the least bit mad. “But maybe if you’ll be a good girl for daddy, I’ll give you a treat when we get home, hm?” 

You nodded obediently and you soon heard the metallic sound of her belt being undone, pushing your hand into her underwear to take hold of her hardening length. your mouth practically watered at the sight, stroking your hand along her cock as you kissed her. 

Precum leaked from the tip from your actions and Emily soon guided your head downwards, a silent instruction for you to take your place between her spread legs, kneeling on the ground with her hand in your hair. 

Your lips soon wrapped around the head of her cock and she groaned at the feeling, pushing you down until it filled your mouth. 

“C’mon baby, I know you can take it,” she uttered, subconsciously moving her hips along with the bobbing of your head; reveling in the tongue you ran along her length as you did so. The way the head nudged at the back of your throat made you moan against her and the sound only made her cock twitch, aching for her release. 

“Fuck, so good, honey,” she moaned. “Just a little more.”

Her fingers curled in your hair, nails digging into your scalp whilst you swallowed her down, massaging her shaft with your lips. With a groan she released her load into your throat, fucking your mouth until she was done and you consumed every drop she gave you. 

When you pulled away she wiped the corner of your lips with a fond smile, her eyes lusting and cheeks flushed pink. 

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She’s a woman of her word and your reward had you on your back with Emily straddling your body; a flurry of heated kisses as soon as the front door shut behind you with a hurry to the bedroom. She’d been longing for you all afternoon. 

“My perfect, little, slutty girl,” she spoke against your skin, punctuating each word with a kiss to your chest. “You’ve been so good for daddy.”

The rasp of her voice made your hips lift into hers on their own accord, desperate for the clothes to be out of the way. And as though she’d read your mind, her hand dipped past the waistband of your trousers with a bite of her lip at the wetness she found. 

You whined slightly at the feeling of her digits easily sliding through your folds, hoping for her to release some of the tension that had been caused by your musings of her.

“You’re desperate, hm?” she whispered, pulling your trousers past your hips along with your underwear. “You’ve been getting yourself all worked up haven’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you nodded, shivering at the feel of her kisses trailing down your body, admiring you as though you were a precious sculpture. “Please touch me- I need you,” 

Your feeble mutter made her groan and the way you arched your body upwards only hastened her movements. A scattering of kisses pressed to your inner thighs before they made contact with your soaked pussy, immediately sucking onto your clit in a way that made you moan out above her. You weren’t going to last long, especially not with the tongue that lapped at your slit, flicking over your bud perfectly. 

Her own moan vibrated against you when your hand buried itself into her hair, pulling at the locks to keep her against you, bringing you closer and closer to your release. 

Your thighs clamped around her head when she brought you over the edge for the first time, heat flowing through your body as she devoured each drop of you she could. 

She rid herself of her own clothes while you gasped for breath, smirking cockily at the way you gawked at her - the way you always do. 

“Fuck, you’ve got me so hard, princess.”

She pumped her own dick in her hand, showing you just how throbbing pleasuring you had gotten her, only grunting more at the hand you slid along her shaft. 

“Wanna fill you up. I wanna see your belly all swollen and full with my baby inside,” she rasped out, rubbing her own precum across her cock. “You want that? Want me to breed you like my filthy little bitch?”

You’d never heard her say it before but the thought made your head swim, unable to verbalise an answer you opted for guiding her dick to your soaked entrance, reveling in the head of it stretching you. Emily inched into you slowly, savouring every second, looking down at you with her hand squeezing at your throat, svelte fingers digging into your skin while she eased into you. 

She began a steady rhythm of her hips, filling your cunt with her cock and you pulled her into you, breasts pushed against each other and her lips claiming yours in a bruising kiss. Your nails scratched at her back with the way you held onto her, lost in the throes of pleasure with each perfectly aimed thrust into you. 

The teeth that dug into the flesh of your neck were sure to leave marks behind, you know she’ll appreciate them with hungry eyes tomorrow. 

“You’re takin’ me so well,” she panted out against you, barely able to take part in anything but sloppy kisses with how close she was to cumming, feeling the walls of your pussy clench around her pulling her into you deeply. “That feel good?” she asked when you moaned at a particularly good snap of her hips so, eager to please, she continued, holding tightly onto your waist. 

“God, cum in me please.” Your voice was barely coherent, words mumbled through shared moans and heavy breaths that filled the bedroom along with the slaps of skin against skin. 

It didn’t take much more for you to cum again onto her dick and, in turn, for Emily to fill your cunt with her seed. She watched it spill from your hole, her cock slick with both of your arousals, fucking her cum into you. 

“Fuck,” she sighed with her cheeks hot and sweat sticking hairs to her forehead. “Gonna put a baby in you, sweet girl.” 

Her voice was doting when she pulled out of you, swiping her fingers through the juices that dripped from you, pushing them past your lips for you to taste; you cleaned them as she instructed, tasting her and you on your tongue until she pushed them back into your cunt for one more round - she knew you could take it. 

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It was a day not too different from that one a month or so prior; work was slow and you’d all taken a break from the laborious red tape in favour of sharing a casual lunch in the conference room. 

But the mere sight of what is usually your favourite Chinese takeout made you nauseous, saliva pooling in your mouth at the smell. 

“You okay?” JJ asked you worriedly, eyeing the way your lips had paled and the container you’d pushed aside after just one bite. 

“Mhm, just feel a little nauseous,” you nodded quickly, your stomach churning more and more. 

“Are you sure? You were okay this morning,” Emily added in concern; she pressed the back of her hand against your forehead but didn’t find the fever she’d expected. 

“I dunno, I-“ but your words were cut off by the lurching of your body; luckily after spending so much time in this room, you knew there was a bin nearby and it thankfully caught the contents of your stomach. 

“Oh, honey,” Emily cooed, stroking her hand over your back while you gratefully took the tissue Penelope offered to you to wipe your mouth. “Do you need to take a couple days off?”

“Uh, Em, I'm not sure it’s that sort of sickness,” you whispered so only she could hear, reaching into her pocket to where you knew she kept peppermint gum. 

“What do you mean?” 

You huffed a laugh at the clueless look on her face, flitting your eyes to her crotch and back to hers with a laugh which she returned with widened eyes of surprise. 

“Oh.” 

[malfiora]

Good Enough

Bruce probably wasn't meant to hear it, but his heart squeezes all the same. His fingers clutch at his chest and his throat works around the lump suddenly lodged in it.

"I'll have to ask my dad," Dick had said. The words belong to another child, one Bruce has never met. But that voice – its tone, its warmth, its certainty – is Dick. Undeniably, unmistakably Dick. He's talking to one of his teachers (Mr. Mather, he recalls only because he had to deal with Dick's insistence that his biology teacher be called Ms. Sciencer for weeks) and he grins when he spots Bruce stalled by the door. "Oh, speak of the devil."

Bruce stumbles his way through a conversation about Dick's exceptional grades and aptitude for abstract concepts and how he has real potential as a mathlete, but his brain is humming with wordless excitement at the word "dad" and eager to hear it tickle the air again. He floats on that feeling all the way home, even elongating their return to tell Alfred to pull over at that fast food joint Dick likes, the one with the milkshakes.

And then he crashes. Dick disappears into his room to allegedly do homework (Bruce is eighty-five percent sure he's actually hopping onto his computer to IM Barbara Gordon), and with him vanishes the warmth of being considered a father. Left in its wake is a coldness injecting nausea into his gut.

He can't be a – he doesn't know how to – when did Dick even – and why him? The past three years flash by in reverse: Dick dancing through a spray of bullets, tears streaming from Dick's mask as he watched Batman fall from a snapped line just like they did, Dick standing proudly before a mirror in his brand new costume, a gleam of murderous intent staring up at him, a broken boy swallowed up in an EMT's blanket while his world lay shattered at his feet. What has he done? How could he think that drawing this bright kid into his dark roost was a good idea? And now Dick thinks of him as a father figure – it's too late to go back, isn't it?

He isn't John Grayson, will never be, doesn't want to try. He hears the whispers among polite society speculating why he won't adopt Dick, but none of them come close to the truth. It's rooted in fear (inaction always is). Fear that he'll be seen as the fraud he is, and then Dick will leave and regret ever calling him "dad."

He's not even Thomas Wayne, not for lack of trying. His memories of the man are faded around the edges but he knows he devoted himself completely to any and all that he loved: his career, his wife, his son. Thomas Wayne didn't do anything by halves. But Bruce Wayne is constantly torn – one foot planted in civilian domesticity fumbling his way through raising a child, the other firm in Gotham's underbelly hellbent on redeeming the damned while keeping his kid partner safe from the danger that he throws him into in the first place.

"Sir," Alfred calls, his voice soft. "If you're done drilling a hole through the carpet with your eyes, I've put tea on."

Bruce blinks and looks up at Alfred. "Tea sounds great, Alfred."

He plods after Alfred and into the tearoom. Alfred deftly sets out cups, saucers, and bowls of cream and sugar before pouring the fresh brew. Bruce murmurs a "thanks" before sipping his. Alfred lowers himself into the seat opposite his at the small table.

"Master Dick seems to be doing well at the Academy," Alfred says. "I can't imagine that that caused your dour mood."

Those who call Batman the world's greatest detective just haven't met Alfred. "Dick called me 'dad' today," he explains calmly. "Not to my face. I overheard him say it to his teacher."

Alfred hums. "Could mean nothing."

That's...true. Dick may have used the term as shorthand. "Dad" is easier to say than "legal guardian" and more specific and personal than "Bruce." It could have been a Freudian slip, Dick's mind supplying him with a cognitive shortcut subconsciously. Bruce sets his tea down and stares into the liquid.

"Or," Alfred presses on (Bruce hates the way his heart lifts a little), "he is starting to see you – us – as his family." Alfred sips and watches him.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he admits after a while. "Alfred, I'm not – Dick deserves so much better than –"

When it's clear that Bruce won't finish the sentence, Alfred clears his throat gently. "If I may, I'd like to share a secret with you." Bruce nods. "There was a time that I considered leaving you."

Bruce's eyes widen. "What?"

Alfred nods. "I thought that after your parents, I was the last person who should raise a child, especially one who needed his world put back together. Surely the Kanes would have made better surrogates. Perhaps a foster if a suitable one could be found." He smirked. "I almost considered the Queens before that awful accident."

The blood is rushing in Bruce's ears. Alfred, his most loyal and longest friend, had wanted to leave him? "What changed?"

Alfred takes another sip, contemplates. "I don't think anything has. Everyday I wonder if I made the right choice. If I am being selfish staying in your life simply because I love you too much to let you go."

Again, Bruce's chest squeezes. Alfred, his Alfred, has the exact same fear. That somehow he'll fail his charge, will lose him. And all this time, Bruce has never considered going anywhere, can't imagine his life without Alfred in it. Maybe – is that how Dick feels? That Bruce is his? God, if that's true then...then Bruce as he is just has to be good enough. Because he's not going to let Dick go.

"My son," he says, testing the word. It tastes sweeter than the tea on his tongue.

[writingforstraykids]

Pretty Please

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2953

Summary: You've ended up in bed with Minho or Chan as friends with benefits a few times by now. Chan and Minho had a similar agreement for quite a while themselves. After proposing to Chan to all spend some time together, he promises to talk to Minho. Coming home from an event Chan can't keep his hands off Minho, completely ignoring Minho's concerns about you still being home.

Warnings/Tags: yearning, teasing, dom!chan, sub!minho, smut (minchan focused)

A/N: I hope you like it, let me know if you'd be up for a part two🤭~Moon🌙

Minho chuckles softly as Chan buries his face in his neck, wrapping his arms around his waist as soon as he closes the door. Chan’s lips travel all over the back of his neck, hand fondling down his shirt until it reaches the hem of his suit pants. Minho’s breath hitches as Chan palms him through layers of fabric and melts back against him. “Channie,” he tries softly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me tonight,” Chan growls lowly, leaving tiny bites all the way up to his ear. 

“Didn’t do anything,” Minho tells him, hand reaching back to bury itself in Chan’s curly hair. Chan lovingly rubs the growing bulge in his pants, his other hand slipping up beneath his shirt. Minho has trouble holding back a moan at the eagerness of his older friend. “She’s right upstairs, behave.”

“Isn’t she at some birthday party?” Chan asks, turning with him in his arms and glancing into their empty living room.

“Not sure,” Minho shakes his head, hissing softly as Chan sinks his teeth into his neck. “Wait a damn minute,” he giggles, gently freeing himself of his grip. He slips out of his shoes and bends over, putting them on the small shelf in front of the mirror. His eyes widen as Chan grips his hips, pushes his crotch against his bum with force, and makes him stumble at the impact. Minho blindly braces himself on the shelf and raises his eyebrows at him through the mirror. “Fucks sake, Channie, I got the message,” he laughs breathlessly, pressing back against Chan.

Chan buries his hand in his hair and pulls him up, marveling at the soft whimper leaving his friend’s lips. Wrapping his hand around his neck, he meets his eyes through the mirror. “I don’t think you did,” he rasps into his ear, smirking in success. Minho is shivering against him, leaning into his touch subconsciously, and stares at him for a moment. Chan knows that look all too well. He knows Minho is trying to gather his thoughts, trying to get himself together and pretend he isn’t dying for his touch. “What makes you think I was asking, kitten?” he asks, his voice growing low.

Minho can’t stop the moan tumbling from his parted lips this time. “Channie, please,” he whispers desperately. 

“Please, what?” he asks impatiently. 

“We should check if she’s there first,” he tries to reason with him. 

“Afraid you can’t keep quiet?” Chan asks, smirking. 

“I’m afraid of traumatizing her,” he gives back.

“I bet she’d love the sight of you falling apart on my dick,” he grins, and Minho’s eyes widen. “Those sweet little whimpers of yours, eyes fluttering close and all while you're trying to be good for me.” Minho’s knees buckle, and he grows heavier against his grip for a split second. “You’d like that? I know you’ve been thinking about her watching us before.”

Minho’s eyes grow even wider, and he frantically searches Chan’s, swallowing hard. “I want to make you both feel good,” he whispers, a little irritated that there doesn’t seem to be a single hint of jealousy or anger in Chan’s chocolate eyes.

“Don't be a dick, Chan,” you giggle, and Minho flinches heavily, staring at you bewildered. You casually lean against the door to your kitchen, watching them with a knowing smirk. When you were with Minho, he loved being in control, but that seemed to change as soon as Chan was around. You can't blame him; Chan has a similar effect on you, but watching the man dominating you in bed is very intriguing, practically dropping to his knees for his hyung. 

Minho swallows softly at the sight of you in a shirt he lent you. He gets lost in admiring the form of your body, the way your eyes light up as you smile, and the softness of your hair. 

He had been very attracted to Chan the moment he met him, and after years of working and growing together, they became friends with benefits. Minho would be lying if he'd say Chan doesn't mean a lot more to him by now. He helped discover a side of himself he hadn't known before, always making sure he felt comfortable and safe. You met the two of them a few years ago, and once you became their roommate, Minho found himself surrounded by two very beautiful and teasing people. He knows that Chan and you have been sleeping together occasionally as well, but he never dared to think you'd ever consider doing the same with him. Until you did…and god, he loves the different types of attention he gets from the two of you. Chan is a passionate lover, pushing him to his limits and making him experience a need to be ruined he didn't know he had. He knows that Chan only gets as dominant as he is tonight when he can't handle the sight of him. Minho knew he was in for something the minute Chan saw him stepping out of his room before their event. And then there's you. The sweet girl he loves seeing falling apart beneath him, longing for his touch at all times. You know how to wrap him around your finger, and he lets you every single time. He can't help it. 

You tilt your head at him as Chan turns with him in his grip and hums gently. "You do look pretty like that, Minnie baby." 

Minho's lips part with a tiny gasp at the all-too-familiar pet name. Chan smirks and tightens his grip around his neck a little. "What do you say, kitten?" 

"Th-Thank you," Minho stammers nervously, completely overwhelmed by the sudden developments. It's messing with his brain, not fully knowing how to behave. Chan's hand wrapped around his neck tells him very clearly to do as he says, to offer his all to him. You wearing nothing but that damn shirt makes him want to tell you how beautiful you look just for him. 

You push yourself off the doorframe and make your way over, locking eyes with Chan, who nods. You've opened up to Chan about a possible event, including the three of you, and Chan seemed intrigued. So, after a few talks, you've decided to have Minho decide if he'd be up for it. Minho gulps softly, pupils blown wide as you step in front of him, meeting his eyes. "Breathe, Minnie," you say and soothingly caress his cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes as you kiss him tenderly. You can tell he's confused. Chan hasn't talked to him yet in that case. 

Chan's hand releases its hold on Minho's neck. He quickly wraps his arms around him as Minho stumbles a little, losing his balance at the sudden loss. Chan plants a sweet kiss on the back of his neck. "I got you," he promises, and Minho hums softly in response. 

Minho gasps at the loss of your lips against his and presses himself even closer to Chan to make up for it. You lovingly wipe your thumb across his lips before leaning forward. Minho chases your lips, wincing softly as you kiss Chan instead, right next to him. He watches as your mouths collide, unable to stop watching the two people he loves kissing each other. 

You moan softly as Chan buries his hand in your hair, pulling you back. "Babygirl's wearing my kitten's shirt, I see?" 

"It's comfy," you tell him, and Minho's eyes widen at the combination of your pet names. 

"Isn't our girl pretty?" Chan asks, lovingly kissing Minho's cheek. 

"Very pretty," Minho nods, smiling at you sweetly. 

"Mhm, thank you," you chuckle, glancing at them. "I'll be off in a bit, I'll sleep at my friend's place." 

"But not because of us?" Minho asks caringly. 

"No, dummy," Chan chuckles lovingly, and Minho bites his lip, trying to resist the urge actually to play dumb for him. "Remember that birthday party I told you about?" 

"Right," he nods, barely able to focus on anything else than Chan's growing bulge pressing against his bum. Minho subtly presses back and almost winces at how hard Chan grips his hip. He does it again, knowing he's playing with fire by now. Chan's grip on him gets even harder, making a low whimper fall from his lips. "Fucks sake, Y/N, get moving already," he presses out shakily, unable to hide the need lacing his voice. 

"Be nice," Chan cuts him off sharply, and Minho closes his eyes in defeat. "Go sit on the sofa, and don't you dare start without me." 

Minho scowls but does as he says, watching the two of you suspiciously as you go upstairs. He bites his lower lip hard, sitting on his hands to stop himself from giving in to the pure need pumping through his veins. Fucking Chan with his teasing and letting him drool.

You chuckle softly as Chan kisses you lovingly and accompanies you to your room. "Channie," you say gently. "Don't make him wait." 

"Someone's compassionate tonight," he teases you. 

"I know what a tease you can be," you giggle and grab your clothes. 

"Call me when you get there," he tells you, letting you change. 

You laugh but nod. "I will." 

"And if something's wrong. We'll pick you up," he assures you. 

"I know," you smile fondly. "I'll call once I'm there. I'll text you guys good night, and I'll call the second something's off."

"Good girl," he smiles and winks at you. 

You blush a little and wave him off. "Go, your kitten's waiting." 

Minho shoots up from his seat as Chan finally comes back downstairs. "Channie," he whines and makes grabby hands toward him. 

Chan smirks and pulls him into his lap as he sits down. "I'm here," he assures him gently, rubbing soothing circles on his hips. 

Minho's getting more desperate with every passing second. Suddenly, his suit feels uncomfortable, keeping him away from his lover. "Need you," he whispers, blushing heavily at Chan's intense gaze. 

"Need me?" Chan asks curiously. 

"So bad," he nods. 

"How bad?" he asks, raising his brows at him. 

Minho's blush deepens, eyes darting down as he starts feeling shy. "I-." 

"Look at me when you speak," Chan reminds him. "You've got such pretty eyes, it'd be a waste." 

Minho squirms a little before lifting his gaze. "Need you so bad, Channie," he says shyly. "You always know what I need."

Chan hums before burying his nose in Minho's neck. He grabs his hips, grip growing tight as he pulls him closer. Minho whimpers at the sudden but very needed friction. "Shh, pretty boy, she's still here," he warns him before licking up his skin agonizingly slowly. Minho's mouth falls open with a weak moan, and the slap on his bum that should serve as a warning isn't helping. 

"You're killing me here," Minho breathes out as Chan lazily kisses up his neck. He buries his hand in his hair in an attempt to steady himself. 

"Patience," he says gently. 

"You're one to speak," Minho groans in protest. "If you would've been patient, we wouldn't - I'm sorry -," he squeaks as Chan pulls back and raises his eyebrow at him warningly. 

"You're testing me today, kitten," Chan says calmly, and Minho's eyes widen in shock. 

"I'm sorry, Chan hyung," he says and starts planting tiny kisses down his jaw and neck, hands roaming his chest in an attempt to calm him. "I'll be good, I promise," he continues, smiling as Chan leans back, exposing his neck for him. He knew that would work. 

"You better," he says, already forgiving him as he litters his neck with small bites and heavy kisses. Minho scoots back on top of him to reach more of him, making them both moan at the friction. 

"Fuck, Channie," Minho breathes out. "Can I - just until she comes downstairs," he begs, and Chan hums in agreement. Minho doesn't waste a second, dragging his hips all over Chan's lap. A few slow, practiced rolls of his hips later, Chan's head drops back against the sofa. 

Chan's eyes flutter close at the relief flooding his system with Minho moving on top of him. "Such a good kitten," he praises him, biting his lower lip hard as Minho mewls. Fucks sake, this boy is driving him crazy, and it takes everything not to take him right here and now. Chan pulls him into a heated kiss, humming at the feeling of their lips meeting. "Gonna fuck you so good. Mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to," he promises against his lips, and Minho takes it all in like an addict. 

"Call me yours?" Minho gasps softly, eyes fluttering as his movements fasten up. 

Chan groans and moves with him in his arms, making Minho lie on his back. He hovers over him now, pressing down against him and chasing his lips. "Mine. You're all mine, Minnie," he rambles and forgets about his promise to wait until you're gone. He pulls down Minho's pants to his knees and pushes his fingers into his mouth. Minho eagerly sucks at his fingers, moaning around them heavenly. Chan returns to kissing him as he opens him up gently but quickly. Minho fumbles with Chan's belt, pulling down his pants enough for him to push into him as soon as he can. 

Minho groans as Chan pushes into him, squeezing his eyes closed at the sudden burning but pleasurable pain. "Fuck," he whispers, realizing Chan was too far gone himself to think about anything else than the two of them. He eagerly pushes back, pulling Chan close to him. 

"Taking me so well, baby," Chan grunts, burying his face in his neck. "So good for me." He thrusts into him quickly and roughly, his need taking over. 

Minho holds onto him, loud moans falling from his lips freely now. "Feel so good, hyung," he whimpers deliciously as he gets pushed deeper into the cushions with every thrust. 

"My pretty boy," Chan praises him, kissing every bit of his neck he can reach. 

"Say that again," Minho begs breathlessly, stomach flipping already. 

You grab your handbag and carry your heels in your hand as you make your way downstairs. You stop in the middle of the stairs, too stunned to move at the sight in front of you. Apparently, they gave up on waiting. Your ears burn up as you try to make yourself leave but can't. 

Minho's gripping the back of Chan's jacket, arching into him and shaking beneath him. His shirt is ripped open messily, and Chan's planting open-mouthed kisses on whatever part of his skin he can reach. Minho's eyes roll back with a delicious moan, and the way he whimpers is new to you. Chan's pounding into him at a desperate pace that tells you just how fucking needy your hyung had gotten. Low groans leave his throat as he pushes them both closer to the edge, and he has trouble holding himself up on his arms. 

"You're mine," Chan tells him, hitting his prostate and making him arch against him. "My beautiful kitten, my sweet boy, my pretty baby," he babbles as Minho melts more with every praise. "One day, I'll make sure everyone knows you're mine. Taking me so well, baby boy." 

Minho can't even warn him anymore, painting their expensive suits as he comes hard. He moans his name obscenely loud, hand shooting up to cover his mouth in shock, eyes rolling back and toes curling as his body shakes. 

"Fuck, kitten, who told you you can cum," Chan growls, hips stilling as he follows only seconds later. He pulls out a little, smiling as Minho makes a protesting sound. 

"Stay, please," he says sweetly. "Want to feel full a little longer." 

Chan smirks and pushes back inside, getting comfortable on top of him. He mindlessly rubs his hip, closing his eyes as Minho plays with his hair. 

"Seriously? On the sofa?" Your voice suddenly rings through the silence. 

"Don't make me mention what happened on that kitchen island," Minho simply replies, still catching his breath. 

"Or that carpet down there," Chan pants softly. 

"I hate you two," you groan, knowing you lost. 

"No, you don't," Chan snorts. 

"It'll change once you're needy," Minho smirks. 

There's a deafening silence after that, which makes both of them look at you confused. Chan picks up on the way you're gripping your heels and subtly pressing your legs together first. "Huh," he snorts. 

Minho raises his eyebrows, noticing your lips quivering as you exhale shakily. "That soon, honey?" he asks sweetly. 

"That's not fair, you know," you pout. 

"What isn't, baby girl?" Chan asks, amused. "That I'm fucking him instead of you?" he adds, pulling back and pushing back in. 

"Fucks sake," Minho moans out, surprised. 

"Or is it that he's not doing anything to help you out either because he's busy doing as I say?" he grins. 

"You're being mean," you whine and look at them, forgetting completely about the party. 

Chan raises his eyebrow at Minho, who meets his eyes, almost looking a little confused. “Should we make her wait it out…or take care of her?”

Minho’s jaw drops a little, blushing heavily as he searches for words. “You mean…together?”

“Yeah,” Chan nods. 

Minho glances over at you, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. You’re dying for their touch. How could he deny you that? “I-uhm.”

“Minho, please,” you beg softly, and his stomach flips at the need dripping from your voice. 

He clenches around Chan in the process and closes his eyes in defeat as Chan gasps softly, noticing. Fucking hell, he’d die tonight.

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[rjunswrld]

i wanna touch on you.

jungwoo x thick POC! reader

idol au, mentions of ovulation, needy reader, oral (giving), mentions of other members(not heavily), unprotected sex

it was a normal sight, seeing jungwoo shirtless sitting back on his gaming chair completely drawn to whatever game him and his friends had picked. usually, you weren't phased by it since he always walked around shirtless, pant-less, maybe even going full nude strutting around with full pride and no care in the world.. but today, you were getting worked up by it.

you were ovulating so this made you, even more, hornier than usual, anything he did- any noise he made filled you with dirty ideas.. not only were your hormones raging against your will but you were so fucking bored. you didn't have much to do so there wasn't anything to distract you from the feeling of needing anything inside of you, anything meaning your boyfriend jungwoo.

"fuck"

he sighed to himself in defeat readjusting his headset and running his hands through his hair, leaning back in his chair for a more comfortable position as his tongue poked out the side of his mouth due to sheer concentration. you found him all too cute when he was playing his games, his cute habits and facial expressions he'd subconsciously make made you smile to yourself.. but did that stop the throbbing of your pussy? hell no. you decided to make your way over to the male who had his eyes glued to the screen with the sounds of his controller becoming increasingly louder the closer and closer you got to him, he gave small conversation to a few of his friends he was playing with, snickering at whatever they had said. you approached behind him as he waited for his game to load looking up at you with a smile decorating his face.

"hey baby" he reached up to grab your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it making you smile down at him. "woo i'm bored.." you sighed hearing him laugh, not knowing if he was laughing at your response or something his friends had said. his game loaded instantly as he fell deeper into his chair, manspreading as he patted his thigh for you to sit on and of course, you took a seat on him. he wrapped his arms around you caging you onto him with your head resting back in the crook of his neck proceeding to play the game and chatting it up with his friends as he normally would. you thought this would be another way to distract you from your own needs, trying to calm yourself from letting your mind travel south and get worked up all over again.

i mean..

you did try..

you couldn't stop yourself from placing small kisses on his cheek that slowly went down to his neck, kissing him in all his favorite spots earning a small hum from him as you began to touch his soft body, his breathing becoming uneven as you crept your hand lower and lower towards his crotch.

"baby-"

"shh, just play your game"

you whispered into his neck hearing him let out a soft moan when you dodged his half-chub to rest your hand on his inner thighs - you knew how sensitive his thighs were so you used it to your advantage to get more of a reaction from him as you left sloppy wet kisses on his now splotchy neck being abused by your lips. he bit his lip trying to keep his focus on the game completely zoning out his friend's conversations feeling you now cup his boner hidden behind his sweats, jolting softly and letting out a small 'ah' in response. "you good bro?" you hear taeyong on the other end making you giggle at the now-redden face jungwoo "yeah, i-i just bit my tongue." he glared at you making you smile as you began palming him slowly, already feeling harder than before. you moaned at the feeling of him in your palm, there were so many things you could do with him and more specifically his dick that was growing harder and harder for you.

"keep playing.."

you said in a hushed tone as he watch you slide off his lap to make your space between his legs, looking up at him with his brows furrowed, his eyes staring deep into yours filled with such desperation for you. you reached to undo the strings that kept his sweats in place, pulling them down to only whip his dick out. he was chewing on his cheek at this point trying to contain any embarrassing sounds from slipping, then doing as told, he proceeded to play.. well tried to play glancing down at you and back at the screen repeatedly waiting for you to finish what you had started. you placed him in the palm of your hand, mouth salivating wanting to get your fix of him. you pumped him slowly as you eyed his face, cheeks still red and mouth now parted slightly.

"jungwoo! hurry the fuck up we need you!"

you heard from his headset as he groaned at the feeling of your tongue licking around his slit, precum laying on your tastebuds he tried to keep his eyes on the screen but seeing you in his peripheral vision he couldn't help but look.. his dick in your hand as you licked down his girth, sucking on his balls with your eyes boring into his he visibly gulped looking back up at the screen.

"jungwoo!"

"shut up i'm right behind you.."

he finally replied hearing him find the strength to play, nibbling on his bottom lip as you left small kisses on his thigh watching them shake slightly at the soft warm touch. you smiled in satisfaction at his immediate responses to your touches, deciding to finally give him what he wanted— more like what you wanted, you parted your mouth slipping the tip of his cock in your mouth and hearing him gasp at the contact.

you pulled away with a lewd pop placing your finger over your lips and singling him to 'shh' before engulfing him back into your mouth. taking more of him in as you went lower and lower hearing his heavy breathing being cut off with small hums. he couldn't but he tried to control his sounds from slipping to try and not give away the fact that his super hot girlfriend was on her knees sucking his dick in the middle of his game with his friends on the other end who are very competitive in wanting to win.

"fuck.." he whispered as you deep-throated him disregarding your gag reflex, throat clenching down on him making him spazz out and contort his face in deep pleasure. his controller on the other hand itching to slip out of his hands as you increase your speed, fondling his balls he couldn't concentrate anymore- the game, his friends, the win.. that was the last thing on his mind right now. "p-please, please.." he pleaded now dropping the controller and placing his hand on your head gripping against your roots making you choke a moan around him. you released your mouth from around him already knowing he was pretty close to exploding in your mouth, you didn't want him cumming anywhere but inside of you.

"baby no.."

he whined defeatedly as you stood up removing your now ruined underwear and baggy t-shirt kicking it off to the side— it shut him up completely, knowing what was coming next he couldn't take his eyes off of you with his hands pushing his sweats down lower, reaching for your hips to help guide you on him. "you're so fucking hot baby.." he spoke up biting his lips at you aligning yourself on him.

"holy fuck is ___ there?!"

you heard shrieking from the other end making you giggle at the sudden screeching outbursts.

"no wonder why he went to shit"

"hi ___ !"

so many words being thrown at the two of you, making you laugh but going completely ignored as you now lowered yourself onto the male who rolled his eyes back feeling the familiar tightness gliding down his cock, so fucking turned on over you he couldn't give two fucks that his headset was still on and they could fully hear the two of you.

"oh fuck.."

he moaned out feeling himself bottom out in you as you let out hums of satisfaction.. you wanted this for hours and god did it feel so amazing to your riled-up body. the stretch from him made you go dumb, his slight curve hitting the right spots and sending chills down your body.

"you feel so good babe, fuck.."

he praised feeling you grind your hips before you began bouncing up and down the male with shaky moans escaping you, his dick hitting your g spot repeatedly it felt so good to have your needs satisfied.

he gripped onto you keeping you steady as he whimpered out your name shamelessly. numerous amounts of yelling from his headset of instant blabber of a mix of english clashing with korean, in between turn off your fucking mic and turn your camera on i wanna see could be heard but not one of you cared. you reached to rub your clit as you felt the familiar knot in you building up, moaning out his name so beautifully he reached up to attack your lips roughly, teeth clashing and heavy breathing being shared between the two of you, tongues swirling around each others sharing saliva and the taste of him lingering in your mouth as he whined.

"fuck i-i'm gonna cum.." you let out a throaty groan as he threw his headset alongside his controller, gripping to hold you still.

"want you to cum, wanna feel you cum" he thrusts into you harshly making you scream out his name loudly, the two of you chasing your climaxes that were so close; so fucking close you could taste it. "c-cum baby cum for me.." he hissed out already feeling yourself come undone on the males dick clenching tightly as he let out a high-pitched moan shooting his white ropes of cum inside of you, hips twitching as you bounced on him slowly to help ride out your highs, resulting into grinding down on top of him with your chests heaving and soft whimpering escaping him as you finally came to a halt.

"mmm fuck.." he breathlessly chuckled as you fell into his chest sighing in relief of your throbbing core finally getting what she wanted. you snickered into his neck as he held onto you caressing your back and placing soft kisses on your temple, you looked over to his mic seeing a blinking green light signifying it was still on with muffled yelling coming from them making you laugh against him. "what?" he questioned as you looked up to see his cheeks still flushed and hair sticking against his sweaty forehead, still beautiful as ever.

"so.. still bored?"

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[daistea]

i have a very unsubstantiated suspicion that mithrun was young, around 80s, when he got drafted to the canaries

1. we know pattadol is that age and that's legal age, implying that they take anyone who reaches the age of majority - possibly even younger given that pattadol is a middle child and still wondered why she was the one chosen out of the three. she never mentions her younger sister being too young or anything. but I think we can still take 80 as a ballpark estimate

2. going with 80 as an estimate, I think it's interesting that the three guards with canon ages from mithrun's generation of the draft are all so close to being the same age (mithrun, milsiril, flamela). we know elves have a pretty low birth rate and very long lifespans. what's the chance that three from the same draft happened to be the same age, unless they all reached the age requirement around the same time and got sent off? (side note: flamela wasn't drafted, she joined willingly but she seems to be from that generation since she replaced milsiril as vice captain. if her twin sister died very young and she joined as soon as she could, she probably had to wait for age eligibility as well)

3. the pre dungeon shenanigans with mithrun and milsiril? so NOT 30 year old behavior. that is high school mean girl clique bullshit. either they were young when all of that happened or they never grew up properly from the stress of getting sent away young

i don't know if i'm being subconsciously influenced by how the military works where I live, which is that mandatory service starts the year you turn 18 (or 19 depending on what type of school you go to), but in my brain they all join up fairly young

I think for Pattadol at least, it’s implied that her parents sent her instead of her older or younger sister just to get rid of her LOL

If Mithrun joined around 80, then became a dungeon lord around 140-ish, that would mean he’d have been a canary for 60 years. Time moves differently for elves so I mean 60 years in the canaries may only feel like a decade or two to him?? And even then like a decade prob isn’t a large amount of time for elves either.

I want to agree because why wouldn’t the canaries draft Mithrun right as he turned 18? Why would they wait until he was older? He didn’t join willingly. However….

Pattadol’s thing implies that it wasn’t a ‘this noble family’s child is 80 now lol!! Time For War’ but rather a ‘hey send us one of your kids, we don’t care which one’ kinda situation

The manga mentions that he had to join in his brother’s place, and most of the nobility are presented by their families as a show of loyalty. Sooo his parents were all ‘let’s send the bastard child instead lol’

But he also was sent instead because his brother was so frail. It’s a mix of those two factors i believe. Both his parents being dicks and his brother being too weak.

ANYWAY it makes sense for him to be drafted/volunteered right as he turned 80. So it’s completely possible! But it’s also hard for me to imagine him being in the canaries for so long before becoming a dungeon lord…. If he’d been a canary for that long wouldn’t he know what a demon is and the dangers of becoming a dungeon lord? Or was he just too far gone and too arrogant and too overcome with emotion to care at the time?

Idk 🤷‍♀️

Love u patty, queen of coping