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mooodyblue · 1 year ago

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hi I’m in love with your Austin x Elvis fics, and um can I request one where like Elvis is masturbating thinking of Austin, in his room and gets caught by Austin who then overstimulates Elvis by giving him a bj or hj? I’ve read lots of fics on this topic and like I’m just curious how it’s be with Austin or yk? please and thank u🫣♥️

lord have mercy, i hope this is alright LMAO but u know i love these two. thank you for the request !! posting this one on ao3 too

warnings: 18+ mdni masturbation, voyeurism, blowjobs

wc: 1.3k

it’s no question that elvis is hiding his feeling toward austin. hell, austin feels the same way. but it's trying to get elvis to even admit he has any sort of feelings at all for the other man that's the real issue.

it’s the way elvis blushes when austin accidentally knocks his hand into his when walking by or when he hands him something and his finger grazes against the back of his hand and elvis lets out a shuddered breath and uses a cough to cover it up. austin knows. and honestly, it’s driving both of them insane.

but he doesn’t want to pressure the guy into revealing his true feelings, it's scary after all. it took some time getting used to the idea of two men being with one another, it was an odd thing for elvis to comprehend. so for elvis to even think of austin in that way scares him, he’s not supposed to have those sort of thoughts, it’s not right. that’s not the way he swings. he loves women. he likes pussy…..right? he can't like both. just because austin goes that way doesn’t mean elvis has to.

so when he comes across some photos of austin in black leather pants, legs sprawled out…..he has to hide himself away in his bedroom before austin could come home and find him deep in his thoughts.

austin is exhausted when he comes home, surprised by the quietness with elvis tucked away in his bedroom. he peeks in the crack of his door at the bottom, the light still on but slightly dimmed, not a single sound coming from inside. he shrugged it off, going to his room to shower and change of the day’s exhaustion and sweat.

he waits a bit before going to check on elvis again. normally he’d get a text or call saying he was heading to bed but he hadn’t seen or heard from elvis since he left at noon, now it was half past ten and there was no sign of him.

the door of elvis's bedroom was cracked slightly and austin, being the nosy man he is, he took a peek—pushing the door open slowly and quietly and looking through the crack with one eye.

good god.

elvis was laying flat on his bed, a magazine on his stomach…..a magazine that austin had done a photoshoot for many months ago…and oh. the small swell in his pajama pants, twitching and swelling up more and more by the minute as elvis ran a hand through his hair. he closed his eyes, covering his face with his hands. “stop it, stop it, stop it.�� elvis muttered softly to himself, clearly upset with his body’s reaction to whatever photo of austin was in that magazine.

austin couldn't look away, he refused.

elvis uncovered his face, picking up the magazine, and setting it on the bed beside him before inching his hand slowly down his chest, his stomach and then stopping at the swell. his breath shuddered as he gave himself a squeeze, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and arousal. the fact his best friend, his male friend made him feel this way….made him feel this excited…it’s humiliating. but god, it feels good.

he sighed and lifted his hips slightly to bring his pants down, his cock freeing and hitting against his stomach hard and starting to leak.

austin couldn’t believe his eyes. of course the man had a pretty cock. uncut, pink and glistening from his view. was he a bad person for standing here and watching? probably. but that wasn’t going to stop his body from reacting to the sight. he was already getting hard, unable to look away at his best friends own arousal.

elvis decided to say fuck it, he was already hard—his cock was aching and in desperate need of attention. what austin won’t know won’t hurt him. his hand gripped at his cock, giving it a few gentle tugs as he sighed contently.

his eyes shifted to the magazine, flipping it over and looking at the photo of austin that started it all. his hips bucked up as his hand moved faster and faster, his eyes still locked on the photo, thoughts racing with shame and things he wished he could do to austin. no…no, he likes women. not men, not his friend, not austin. he definitely wasn’t thinking about his friend’s plush lips on his cock as he tugged himself faster, hips bucking in the air. he wasn't thinking about his lips red and swollen, how his ears get bright red when he's flustered and the pink tint on his cheeks to add along with it.

he gasped as he came, stifling back a loud moan not wanting to get caught jerking off to a photo of his best friend. his load shot across his shirt, his stomach…there was so much.

austin’s jaw dropped, the door open more wide as he stood there—his cock straining against his sweats as he stared at elvis as he panted heavily.

elvis sat up and sighed, locking eyes with austin before he had a chance to get himself more decent. “austin?!” he gasped. “w-what….w-w-when did—”

“fuck, elvis.” he pushed the door open, taking him all in.

his eyes shifted to austin’s sweats, gulping nervously as the cum on his body began to dry. “d-did you…did you see—”

austin walked over to the bed, crawling on top of him and gripping elvis’s thighs as he looked into his eyes, nothing but lust feeling his own. “you drive me crazy, presley.” he gripped at his softening cock, getting a surprised yelp from elvis.

“aus's i-i-i ain’t–”

“what? you're gonna tell me you’re not gay? great, cause i’m not either.�� austin growled, pumping elvis’s cock to get him hard again.

“sensitive….” he whimpered.

elvis began to get hard again, it was almost embarrassing how fast he was getting aroused just by austin’s touch. his hips wouldn’t stop moving, the sensitivity driving him crazy. austin didn't care and pulled his own cock out of his sweats, pumping it as he wrapped his lips around elvis’s own.

“austin!” he breathed out. he twitched in austin’s mouth, his head thrown back as his lips moved up and down his cock. “oh god, oh lord, aus….aus, i-”

he was so sensitive, he couldn't stop squirming under his touch. austin's lips on his cock while he stroked himself, he was getting so close….

austin moaned around his cock, still pumping himself vigorously as his head bobbed faster and faster—his other hand held elvis down by the hip to get him to stop squirming. “aus….austin, stop…stop ‘m gonna–” he whined.

the sweet sounds of elvis's whimpers and whines were going straight to austin’s cock. his own release was getting closer by the second.

“austin, ‘m serious. ya…ya…gotta….” his hips bucked up, crying out as tried to push austin’s head away. “g-gonna….!” his head flew back, his back arched as he barely managed to push austin away—shooting half his seed into his mouth and as the rest shot up onto his lips and cheeks. “good lord….” he panted, “austin…”

austin licked his lips and hovered over elvis, jerking himself right above his face.

elvis’s eyes widened, “what are you doin’?!”

“open your mouth.” austin panted, his wrist moving quickly. “do it.”

“are you insane?! i ain’t no—”

austin groaned and used his other hand to pry elvis’s mouth open, shutting his eyes as he came, shooting into elvis’s mouth with a loud moan. “that’s it….” he grunted out, pumping himself a few more times before looking down at him. he closed elvis's mouth, “swallow.”

and he did. every single drop. he looked at austin in surprise, speechless.

“you really liked those leather pants, huh?” austin chuckled, wiping his own face with his shirt. he got up from the bed and shoved himself back in his sweats. “y’know i still have ‘em?”

elvis shot up fast, looking at austin a little too excitedly. “from the shoot?”

“in my closet.” he nodded.

“w-w-would you….wear ‘em for me one day?”

#good lord #austin butler x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #austin butler smut #elvis x austin #elvis prelsey x austin butler

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jjungkooksthighs · 2 months ago

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Her thoughts are like spring rays as they warm him. His lover had no faults. Only the traits that made her…. Well, her. While she could be very vociferous if she was excited about something, most of the time, her shyness got the better of her. Because of this, one thing that she often had trouble with was opening up with her words. So the fact that her thoughts, that her very emotions, dash so free through their bond and sprint everywhere that they can, as if she needs him to know that she feels safe–it makes joy take flight on strong, feathery wings between his ribcage. Those eyes of hers, those beautiful, bottomless eyes, their attention does not tumble away from his out of the pangs of embarrassment she usually carries. She holds his gaze, and in it there is nothing but love. Trust and acceptance tint them a brighter color, and it is fucking mesmerizing. It’s like he’s staring at the vestiges of the moon that have somehow fallen into her eyes. Even her blush is something that no fruit could ever reproduce in the vividness of it that had dappled her cheeks.

“The night I deny time with you is the night the stars do not blink in the sky, my love.” His words make her swoon and giggle. How that mind of his is able to string together words so sweet and poetic, she will never understand. A small squeal leaves her when he lifts her up in a bridal carry, and he chuckles at the tint of red that colors her once more as she hides her face in his chest, utterly awe-eyed and star-struck with her mate. He steps over the tub so that his legs are in the warm water now, almost as if he wanted to make sure the temperature was just right for her, a small sound of approval leaving the back of his throat before he lowers her so she's sat in the tub, the warm water splashing against her gently, a tiny hiss leaving her when it tickles the small bruises and hickeys he'd marked her with not so long ago, the thought making her grow shy once more. But when he doesn't sit down himself, her eyebrows furrow together in disapproval before she looks up at him with a pout, eyes pleading him as a whine leaves her lips. And he wasn't one to ever refuse her demands, was he? No. So, he sits down as asked, and yet, she whines, wanting to be closer, much closer to him. And when he pulls her back so she's sat between his legs, her body freezes, her eyes widening when she realizes- “I told you before, my love,” he speaks while reaching out for the bar of soap, as if he wasn't at all aware of his situation. But the smirk she can most definitely hear in his tone speaks for itself. "If my words are still difficult to believe, perhaps this is easier to." Fucking tease. She bites her lip, desperately trying not to think of his hardened length pressing against her, her heart fluttering about as fast a hummingbird's wings. She whines when his fingers graze the supple skin of her shoulder for the marks at the junction between her shoulder and her neck sting when the soft lavender suds touch it, distracting her for a moment. “I cannot stop wanting you. I’ll never stop wanting you." But there he is again with his sultry voice and his intoxicating words whispered right against her ear, not giving her a moment to breathe without making her swoon for him, the whimper leaving her an involuntary one when his warm breath tickles her skin, the low rasp of his voice making her press her legs together in need. "You have no idea how irresistible you are to me." She tries so very hard to fight the smile that wants to reveal itself to him. "How beautiful you are to me."

But it is impossible, really, when he speaks like so, praises her like so. "Alpha.." she calls out for him, gasping when he moves the slightest bit under her, trying desperately not to rile him up more, for she'd heard from his other side herself that it hurts not to feel relief when like this. "How perfect you are for me." Even now, he continues to ignore his own desires, simply to take care of her. Even now, he continues to help her lather the soap into her skin, letting his hands roam down the sides of arms and back before descending down the valley between her breasts, mindful of the scratches and bites there, not a complaint leaving him, as if he wanted to do this for her of his own volition. She'd never received this kind of attention before, from anyone but him. It's only him that has showered her with so much kindness, so much love and care. "No other woman has ever made me feel the need, the want, the desire that you make me feel. And no other will. There has only ever been you. There will only ever be you, my goddess. My love. My queen." How is it that he makes every single praise pour sincerity and depth? How does he make it seem like the truth? Almost like he... believes it. A wave of intense emotion washes over her, and before she can think, she grabs ahold of his hand, stopping him for a moment before pulling herself forward to turn around so she faces him, the water splashing around them in the tub in a rather disorderly manner. All it takes is a moment's glance into those golden eyes of his before she leans down, her lips meeting his in a gentle kiss, her lips chasing after his wantonly, as if trying to convey just how grateful she is for him and all that he does for her. Her eyes involuntarily close as she lets herself be swept up in the kiss, letting him take control of it from there on, fireworks seemingly going off in her head, her wolf just as excited as she is at this new side of her coming to light, for she's not used to being so bold in her actions. It isn't until her lungs start to ache from the lack of air that she pulls away, a panting mess above him, her face flushed, abashed as she feels herself melt under his gaze, the look of surprise on his face soon shifting to a smug, teasing one, not intent on helping her situation one bit, it seems. "T-thankyou, alpha.." she blurts out, far too flustered to really process the words that leave her. She sits down on the floor of the tub with a small whimper as she grows shy, the butterflies in her tummy far too excited to let her rest. "I.." she stutters, her mind blank, words far too out of reach for her now, the blush on her face seemingly a constant accessory she wears when around him, a whine leaving her when she sees him smirk at her, her heart thumping loud against the walls of her chest.

The flames of the fire beside them sway to their own ballad as his tongue dances around hers. It’s a kiss that quickly becomes all teeth and tongue, and he can’t find it in himself to stop as they move to their own passionate ballad. The wet sounds of lips connecting and disconnecting are joined by the spit that pirouettes between them as he eagerly deepens the kiss, his unused hand–from memory– finding its place on her hip to pull her closer.

He’s distantly aware of the burning sensation somewhere in his ribcage, and only when his lover detaches her mouth from his with hasty, hurried breaths, he realizes that he’d needed air.

No matter.

That was secondary when it came to the soft, warm press of her lips against his.

“I told you before, pretty girl,” he pants, “You need not thank me. It is my duty to take care of you. To make sure all of your needs, wants, and desires are met.”

To emphasize his point, he lathers the soap down between her breasts, down over her belly and around in small shapes all over her abdomen. She sighs satisfactorily whenever he eases up as the bar of soap passes over the myriad of bruises and bites he’d left. He doesn’t linger long on her breasts, light in his movements as he cleans her there before descending down and around to her back. Lavender-colored spumes are left in its wake, her entire front soon covered in it.

He doesn’t say a word about the hardened length that has been standing at attention for so long.

His efforts and attention are entirely elsewhere.

Like on the fact that she’s now straddled atop of him, her legs bent under her. Like on the way that those soft eyes of hers have an inner glow to them that not even a firefly’s luminescence could compare to. Like how her lips are lifted in a smile that could dispel the dark of any night.

“I meant what I said before, you know,” he reminds her, “All of it.” The soap is drawn up the column of her spine as he reaches around her, supporting her with the hand he’s got on her hip as she rests the side of her head on his shoulder.

Still she looks up at him through a fan of dark, wet lashes, and again he is hopelessly lost to those striking silver orbs.

She lets him do as he pleases, allows the soap he holds to wander everywhere and anywhere that he takes it until the whole of her body–rather, the part of it above her hips that is not submerged by water–is entirely covered in lavender foam and she smells of lilies, lilac, and crushed rose.

It's a concoction that she had favored for years, and his sensitive nose had easily sourced its ingredients from the meadows and plains past the forest that they grew in. It had taken an entire fortnight for him to learn how to make soap after he’d found one of her books that she’d left in the archives.

He’d never told her that he’d learned to make it specifically for her, but she had found out soon enough. Her reaction had been priceless. Tears had been swift to swell at the corner of her eyes, her affection for him bursting from her lips as she’d kissed him when words could no longer make it through her clogged throat because of the choked tears.

No one had ever done anything for her. She had no concept of knowing what it was to be appreciated. To be loved. To be wanted.

And for him, it had always been his life’s pursuit to change that. Being Pack Alpha and leading the pack? That came secondary to her. She was his first priority. That much had always been true from the moment he’d first drawn in her unforgettably divine scent.

“Do you want me to wash your hair, too, pretty girl?” He checks, already knowing the answer.

“Please.” She entreats, wrapping her arms around his neck. Every so often when she blinks, those long lashes of hers give him kisses of their own as they caress the side of his neck. It’s something akin to a butterfly’s wing with every brush against his flesh. So pleasing is it that he gives a rewarding sound of his satisfaction before he leans back, bringing her with him so that he can lay his own head back against the edge of the tub.

“Close your eyes, love.” He instructs her, grabbing the empty glass bowl off of the tray on the small copper table beside the tub. “I do not want to get water in your eyes. Keep them closed until I tell you to open them back up.”

She does as she’s told, the trust in him evident in the speed in which she does that small little action.

He dips the bowl into the water around them, careful to lift it up and away from her eyes as and ear as he tips it so that the crystalline fluid pours over and down her hair just how he guides it. He does this twice more, ensuring her hair has been completely soaked down to the last follicle before he sets the bowl back down. Then, he grabs the glass bottle of honey-colored fluid, releasing her hip so he can empty a generous amount of its contents into his hand before rubbing them together and massaging it into her scalp.

The resulting purr he gets is all the payment he could ever need in return for his services. He tells her as much, and the flush that has set over her cheeks races down her neck and chest. He laughs, the sound of it echoing off the high ceiling and walls of the bathing chamber.

“Do you like the new shampoo that I made for you?” He asks, genuinely curious about her answer since he’d gone farther out of the ring of the forest to forage for the materials he’d used to make this one.

He’d used soapberries among herbs he’d listened to her excitedly explain to him had cleansing properties after experimenting with them, and the results, from what he could smell, were indeed effective.

“Did you use hibiscus with this?” She chirps, the contentment of having his full attention and ministrations making her spirits soar. “I smell ritha, arappu, and shikakai as well. Did you use them?”

“Indeed.” He acknowledges, collecting all of her hair and using his knuckles of his other hand to knead the shampoo into the back of her head, “Was I a good student for my teacher?” He rubs the rest of the honey-colored liquid into the rest of her hair, running his fingers through the thickened, clumped strands so that none were left neglected of his touch. “I listened to her well. It is a pity my lesson ended so early. She could have taught me so much more had I not been so distracted by her beauty.”

She nods into his neck, giggling, “Yes, alpha. I…I had a very attentive student. Perhaps too attentive.” Her purr increases in pitch when he grabs at the hair in the back of her head, gently pulling up in a move he often mirrored in the middle of rough, hard lovemaking.

The sound goes straight to his member, and thank the gods that her eyes are closed, because she doesn’t see the resulting twitch of his lower lip as he fights the groan that threatens to release itself from the base of his throat as he looks upon the blissed-out expression she has allowed to turn her gorgeous features.

No. Not now. There would be other times for that. Right now, his focus was on the creature nestled into his chest. She was enjoying this little cleaning session, and he would finish it.

“It is not my fault that my teacher looked, smelled, and sounded so good. I could hardly help myself, you know.” When he’s ensured that no single hair had been missed, he takes the bowl once more, filling it up with water before sprinkling and rinsing her hair free of the cleanser. He sets it down, then gets a large dollop of creamy white fluid on his hand from the other bottle sat next to the one containing the honey-colored liquid, set on his task now despite the distraction between his legs.

He plants his lips in the midst of her forehead, “Besides, I was a good boy for you. Not even you can deny that.”

#alpha jungkook asks

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masonmtxo · 3 months ago

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HIYAAAAAA, SO EXCITED TO READ SOMETHING OF YOURS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA🥹🩷

Mason had been quiet all day, his loud laugh and terrible jokes had been noticeably absent as the evening drew in closer. OH SOMEONE IS SAD😭

All that had left his mouth had been soft ‘I love you’s and ‘I’m going to miss you’s, whispered into your ear so gently you nearly didn’t catch them. OH, SHE WON’T GO WITH HIMMMM,NOOOO

“C’mon Mase, you need to get packed,” you murmured when the lock screen of your phone showed the time was nearing 8pm, gently scratching his scalp as he laid on your chest, snuggled as close to you as he physically could be, legs tangled together as a film neither of you had been paying much attention to played in the background. OH POOR BABY BOY

“What’s got into you baby?” You soothed, “talk to me.” Sitting up slightly, forcing him to lift his head from the safety of your chest, you cupped your hand around his cheek, catching the gaze of his brown eyes. He shrugged, trying to duck away from you, but you held firm, “I don't want to go.” OH, Y/N, GO WITH HIM OR I’LL BE SAD TOO🤨

You frowned softly, sensing his anxieties about going to America tomorrow for pre season were more than just to do with the flight itself and something else was bothering him. Although he traveled often for matches, he never looked forward to flying, especially without you to keep him company, but after coming back from training earlier in the week to excitedly announce Rasmus had been assigned to sit next to him, he had seemed a lot more relaxed. OMG POOR BABY IS SCARED ABOUT FLYING WITHOUT HIS WOMAN BY HIS SIDE😭🤏🏻

“I wanted you to come,” his voice was almost a whisper when he finally spoke, red flushing over his cheeks letting you know he was embarrassed to admit that had been tormenting him all day. HE IS ACTING LIKE A LITTLE BABY ON FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL😂

“Come help?” His voice was soft, shrouded in sadness. Holding out a hand he carefully pulled you up, refusing to let go as he guided you upstairs to your room. HE IS A CUTIE PIE

Mason gave you a sweet kiss in thanks before mumbling he was going to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. His head was hung low making your heart break at the obvious sadness radiating off of him. OMG Y/N, HOW CAN YOU LEAVE HIM GO ALONEE, LOOK AT HIM

You sat from a moment, racking your brain for anything you could put in his case to make him smile once he arrived in LA. Mason always left a worn jumper or tshirt of his on the bed whenever he went away, knowing that it would make you smile when you found it before bed the first night he was away. It was something thoughtful that you very much appreciated, this time wanting to do the same for him hoping to give him comfort the way he always did for you. OHHHH, THIS IS SO CUTE, HE LEAVES HER SOMETHING OF HIS SO SHE CAN FEEL HIS PRESENCE🥹🥹

Opening up his case, keeping your eyes firmly on the bathroom door as you did so, you tucked Ted under Mason’s favorite hoodie, knowing it would be the first item he reached for upon arriving at the hotel in California. You zipped it back up and propped it up by the door ready for Mason to grab in the morning. OMGGG SHE PUT THE TEDDY BEAR IN HIS CASE, I’LL CRY

He was already in bed when you returned to the room, laying on his back staring blankly at the ceiling, eyes falling to you as he felt the bed dip beside him. You laid next to him, smiling knowingly as he shuffled towards you, carefully flopping his body on top of yours, head placed over your chest so he could hear your steady heartbeat. It wasn't often you cuddled like this, most of the time it was you being babied and loved on by Mason, but tonight he was the one in need of comfort and proximity to calm his anxieties. Hooking one leg around his, you pressed him as tightly into your body as you could, the weight of him on top of you brought you as much comfort as it did him. HE IS BEING SOOOOOO CLINGYYYY

“I rang the dog trainers earlier, they’re gonna drop Ace off tomorrow late morning,” he whispered into your skin, running the tip of his nose against your neck as he snuggled impossibly further into your body. OH, HE MADE SURE ACE WAS HOME TO TAKE CARE OF HER🤭🥹

When you awoke that morning the first thing you noticed was your proximity to the edge of the bed, opening your eyes to see the corner of your bedside table directly in front of your face having shifted onto your side in the night. Your boyfriend's body was still flush against you, looking over your shoulder to see the back of his head on your pillow beside you. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself, sitting up carefully to look at the other side of your super king bed, Mason’s side untouched as even in his unconscious state he had opted to stay as close to you as he physically could be. THE FACT HIS SIDE OF THE BED IS UNTOUCHED CAUSE THEY SLEEP ATTACHED TO EACH OTHER

Mason didn’t wake until your alarm sounded, groaning as he instinctively pulled your arm further around his chest making you giggle, “Mase I need my hand to turn the alarm off.” THIS MAN IS SO CLINGY

“Morning,” his voice when he first woke up always had you melting into a puddle, the raspiness so sexy to you it made you shiver as you cuddled into his back, feather like kisses being pressed over his spine and shoulder blades, making sure to pay special attention to the smattering of moles and freckles dotted along his soft skin. I WOULD PAY BILLIONS TO HEAR HIS MORNING VOICE AND SEE HIM AS SOON AS HE WAKES UP💰💰💰💰

He hummed in response, his eyes slowly blinking open as you stood straight, making your way to the door to head down to the kitchen. GIRL…JUMP IN THE SHOWER WITH YOUR MAN, BREAKFAST ISN’T IMPORTANT

“Baby, wait,” you heard Mason speak through a yawn, turning back to see him shuffling himself out of bed, “come shower with me?” GOOD QUESTION MASON🤭

You undressed in silence, letting him lead you into the shower once he deemed it warm enough, instantly falling into his embrace under the cascading water. Showering with Mason never got old, it was something you both loved to do, the intimacy of holding each other's naked bodies and washing each other down in a comfortable silence. You took it in turns, both taking time to gently caress and massage each other as a guise for washing each other down, both desperate to be as close as possible in the little time you had left. THIS IS SO SOFT, I’LL MELT

“Mase,” you moaned lowly, hand coming up to grip on his forearm in an attempt to get his attention, “we don’t have time baby, I need to go make breakfast.” Mason grunted in response, his attack on your neck getting more heated by the second, “we’re skipping breakfast today,” his words were pointed, leaving no room for debate. HE HAS MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO!

BEL???’ THIS SMUT? SO SOFT? SO ROMANTIC? SO SWEET? SO MORNING LOVE SESSION CODED? SO WOW?🥵🥵🥵🥵

Mason could read you like a book though and pulled away, placing his hands on your hips and gracing you with the first proper smile on his face in the past 24 hours, “now I’ve reminded you of what you’ll be missing, I think it may be time to get dressed.” SILLY BOY

You shook your head with a grin, happy to see that the dark cloud that had been surrounding him had started to lift. He was smiling, and that's all that mattered to you. OMG, YESSS PRETTY PRETTY, SMILEY BOY IS BACK

He appeared at the door as you were pulling up your panties, giving your bum a cheeky squeeze, “coffee is made and waiting for you at the front door angel.” SILLY NAUGHTY BOY

Hopping into the passenger side, you couldn't help but feel the tears prickle again, but you kept a brave face for Mason’s sake, “got your phone? Wallet? Headphones? Passport?” “Yes, yes, yes, anddddd,” he furrowed his brows, turning to grab his travel bag from the back seat and rifling through the front pocket, “yes!” SHE IS LIKE A MUM SENDING HIS BABIES ON A SCHOOL TRIP😂

“Text me when you're home, and when Ace arrives,” Mason requested, thumb slowly brushing over your cheek, “and promise me you will call me straight away if you need anything?” HE IS SO PRECIOUS

“Thank you sweetheart,” he pulled you against his body for a goodbye hug, leaning back to press a final deep peck to your lips, “don't crash my car and don't miss me too much.” “No promises to either,” you winked. Loving that despite your track record, he let you drive his beloved Defender whenever he was away. THEY ARE SO SILLY I LOVE IT

OMG THE TEXTS ABOUT THE TEDDY, SO CUTEEEEE😭😭

BELLLL

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS

POOR BOY IS SO SAD, BUT HIS GIRLY MADE SURE TO MAKE HIM FEEL BETTER🤭🤭🤭

THIS SMUT WAS TOP TIER, SO SOFT BUT HOT AT THE SAME TIME

I LOVE HOW THEY BOTH MADE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF WACH OTHER EVEN.WITH THE DISTANCE, HIM WITH ACE AND HER WITH THE TEDDY BEAR

THEY ARE JUST SO SWEET

WOW, YOU ARE SO AMAZING GIRLY, I FELT ALL HIS AND HERS SADNESS, POOR BABIES, BUT ALSO THE LOVE THEY SHARE🥹

AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR THSI WORK OF ART🩷🩷

Your feedback and excitement over fics always makes my day 🥹🫶🏻 thank you for this and im so glad you loved it 🩷🩷🩷

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l1tw1ck · 2 years ago

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Whore of an Adeptus

Xiao would do anything to prevent Morax from seeing those pictures, even if it meant letting you fuck him silly

FTM!Xiao x Top!Male Reader

Blackmailing the Pretty Boys Series

Warnings: Xiao Consents But Doesn't Want To Do It, Objectification, Orgasm Denial, Corruption, Daddy Kink, Voyeurism, Sexual Coercion, Manipulation, Mating Press

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"Xiao. I've got almond tofu!" You call out to him on the balcony of Wangshu Inn.

Xiao appears next to you and takes the almond tofu. "State your purpose." He demands.

"Look familiar?" You show him a picture of him masturbating. From the picture, it looked like it was his first time.

Xiao's eyes widen and he quickly snatches the picture out of your hand. He destroys it instantly.

"Oh no worries." You smile. "I've got copies." You pull out a copy of the picture.

"What do you want?" He asks, voice shaking.

"Let's talk in your room, yeah?"

Xiao grumbles and allows you to enter his room.

"So what do you want?" He asks again.

"I want your body." You reply. Xiao sighs in relief, if it was just something like that he could do it easily.

"What should I do? Fight? Lift?"

You laugh, making Xiao tense up again. "No, I mean I want to have sex with you."

His heart drops and his blood runs cold. "I...Re- refuse."

"Okay. Then I could just show Morax, or Zhongli, the picture. I bet he'd be pretty shocked to see that." You shrug.

Xiao's face flushes red, just the thought of it had him embarrassed. He could never let Morax see that picture.

"You don't want him to see it, do you?" You tilt your head.

"No! Please don't show him!" He shakes his head. He didn't even question how you knew his identity, he was mortified by the idea of being exposed to his master.

"Then strip and bend over." You command. Xiao immediately removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed and bends over for you, it's like he was made to take orders.

He'd do anything to prevent Morax from finding out, even if it meant stripping naked and letting you have your way with him. He values his approval and love over anything else.

His breath becomes uneven when he hears your belt drop to the floor. He knew he had to be strong though. He couldn't kill you so he had no other choice.

"You don't seem like you touch yourself often, am I right?" You rub two of your fingers against Xiao's pussy.

He shook his head, legs about to give in. "That...was my first time."

"Looked like it. But you enjoyed yourself anyway, huh? I also have footage of you coming on your fingers." Without warning, you shoved your fingers into his cunt.

"Ah!" Xiao yelps in surprise. You had pretty big fingers and he was scared to find out the thickness of your cock.

"Your first orgasm must've felt good." You angle your fingers in a way where you hit his g-spot.

"N-not the~ there~!" He moans.

"Feels good?" You smirk, hitting his sweet spot over and over.

"Mm~" He buries his head into his pillow, not wanting to answer. You move your other hand to his dicklit, teasing it.

"No~!" He arches his back, he was going crazy from the stimulation.

"Gonna cum?" You coo.

"Aah~!" His legs shake as squirts on your fingers. He struggles to regain his breath as you pull your fingers out of him. You were unbelievably hard after seeing that.

"Get ready." You warn, prodding your dick against his hole.

Xiao buries his head into the pillow once again, preparing for the pain. You hiss as you bottom out in him.

"I feel lucky. I'm the first one to fuck this pussy." You rub his ass, staying still and allowing him to get used to your size. "Maybe even the last."

Xiao whimpers, he wanted anything but to have you as his first time let alone last. He prayed you would get bored of him and get rid of the evidence.

You start moving at a fast pace, forcing Xiao to grip the sheets for some sort of stability.

He didn't want to admit it but Archons, it felt good. All his worries were slipping away, he was going dumb from your dick pounding into him like he's nothing but a sex doll. And maybe all he wanted to be was a sex doll, a dumb doll used only for your pleasure.

"I- I- Ooh~!" Xiao cries out as he feels his orgasm coming.

"Gonna cum again? I don't know if you deserve to, I haven't even cum yet." You slow your thrusts.

"No! No! (Name) Please!" Xiao begs.

"Call me daddy sweetheart." You pet his head.

"Daddy! Please let me cum!"

"You like being fucked by me?" You ask.

"Yes! I love it! Please keep fucking me!" Xiao nods desperately. You grin, going at a harder pace than before.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Xiao's eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels his orgasm come back. "Aah~!" He squirts again and his body becomes limp. That doesn't stop you from fucking him though.

"Fuck–" You groan, enjoying the way Xiao tightened around your dick. "Close-"

"Yes!" Xiao exclaims. "Cum in- inside me, daddy~! Turn m- me in- into yo- your fuck- fucking seh- sex doll~!"

You come instantly after hearing his words.

"You're just a little whore huh?"

"I'm a whore!" Xiao agrees.

"Want daddy to give you more?" You ask.

"Please!" Xiao nods. Forget what he said before, he definitely wanted you to be his last.

You smirk as you flip him over. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. "I'll make you into a goddamn sex doll alright." You say before sliding into him again. You didn't even give him a second to adjust, you just started pounding into him with no remorse or concern for him. Just how he wanted it to be.

Xiao's fucked out face was a sight to behold, it only gave you more reason to destroy his cunt.

"More~! More~!" He starts drooling. "Aah~! Daddy~!"

Who knew Xiao would turn out to be such a slut. You were expecting him to fight back in some way but now he's just a bitch in heat. Your bitch in heat.

"So good~!" He bites his lip. "Ooh~ co- coming~!" He squirts over your shirt.

"Goddamn slut–" You grunt.

Xiao becomes unable to say a coherent word, just endless 'ah's and 'ooh's slip from his mouth as you fuck him to your release.

He was definitely overwhelmed from orgasming 3 times and being fucked through his second and third. Despite that he still wanted you to keep fucking him.

"About to– nngh-" You groan, unable to say anything else before you cum.

You try to pull out but Xiao traps you with his legs. He wanted more and hey, who were you to deny him?

#top male reader #male reader #xiao smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #xiao x male reader #genshin xiao #wicks🕯works #dark content #genshin x reader #🕯xiao #🕯️xiao #🕯️Genshin

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cloudninetonine · 3 years ago

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Okay now we just need a short scenario of legend being a simp for his giant bunny player s/o

(You sure do love your Bunny!Legend and Bunny!Player, Honey. So this is for you. Hope you enjoy it! This was actually gonna be angst at first but then I was like "Nah" and it became fluff)

“Get. Off.”

“Hmmmm, I don’t know, I’m kinda comfy-”

“Goddesses above- GET OFF OF ME!”

An amused laugh fell from your lips, watching the smaller pink bunny beneath your larger rabbit form struggle, curses of Hylia, the Golden Three and yourself falling from his little bunny snout as his legs kicked helplessly, trying to escape you.

“You weren’t complaining when the Champion and Ranch-hand weren’t here” You teased, nose wiggling when he screamed again, fighting even harder “Are you embarrassed, Link?”

“GODDESS DAMN YOU-”

“Any idea what they’re talking about?”

Twilight took a bite of his apple, chewing it slowly as he continued to watch the scene before him.

It sure was a confusing thing. The Hero of Twilight had awoken that morning with his necklace missing and of course, he had begun to panic. What happened? Who had taken it? So many questions had run through his head as he (as quietly as he could) rushed around camp trying to find it, being careful not to wake the rest of the camp and cause a group panic. His artefact was dangerous in the wrong hands after all.

The Wild Hero was already awake, having taken the early morning shift watch and had begun cooking breakfast when his predecessor had started panicking, promising to help locate the missing amulet.

It was about a few minutes after, that they had discovered another thing.

Both you and the Veteran were missing.

And of course, that only led to more panic.

The two heroes immediately set out to find you both, track you down with whatever skills they had. Twilight with his farming expertise and Wild with his….well, wild hand, only to stumble upon a rather cute scene just a few minutes into the ordeal.

A familiar pink bunny within a red tunic flopped against a much larger white rabbit, eyes closed, asleep under a bush just a few inches ahead. The shade of the underbrush allowed the two to see a light, blue glow that emanated from the larger mammal, a clear indication of just who exactly there were looking at.

“There’s the Vet” Wild whispered, taking a few steps closer “And that must be (Name), we should-”

A hand caught his shoulder “Hold on, Champion, let us…wait until they awaken”

The brunette ignored the raised brow sent his way in favour of watching the scene about to play out.

Bunny Legend twitched himself awake, stretching his body out to rid of the morning aches settled on his bones then turned towards you, hunched together like a loaf for warmth and breathing softly under your shared leaf shelter. His nose twitched and he hopped his way to your front, nuzzling his snout against yours.

“Come on” He whispered, soft and sweet, “Get up, we must speak to Ranch-hand before the others wake”

Your ears flickered but you didn’t move.

Legend rolled his eyes, rubbing his head against your own “The morning light peaks over the mountain, my dear, let us get moving”

A whine sounded from your closed lips.

“(Name).”

“Not yet,” You finally yawned, shaking off your fur then retaining your loafed shape “Just a few more minutes, Link”

He huffed “I refuse to be stuck within this useless form any longer”

Finally, did you open your eyes and the hero gulped at the scolding look within those beautiful shades, your large form finally lifting from the ground as you spoke “Useless? That’s not true so don’t speak like that about yourself”

When you cuddled into him he melted, his foot thumping happily against the forest floor. “This form is useless: I am too small, I cannot handle a blade, I am pink and I am mocked instead of being acknowledged as the hero I am-”

Legend yelped when you collapsed against him, flopping onto your side with him undeath you, pinning the man-turned-animal to the ground as you yawned once again, relaxing yourself out despite his frustrated cries. “I have no idea what you’re talking about- I think you’re adorable like this.”

“Adorable?!” He spluttered, “I am a hero!”

“A hero who conquered my heart” Stiffening below you, Legend felt heat on his skin under all his mulberry pink fur, finally relaxing his struggle when you nuzzled your nose against his similarly to how he had done earlier, resting your head atop him “Very stubbornly, might I add. Tell me, hero, when did your hate turn into affection?”

At his hum, you smiled- well, you smiled as much as a rabbit could “It never was hate just-....caution.”

“Whatever you say, handsome”

His foot once again kicked out, similar to how it did when it thumped against the ground happily.

“Okay, we can go-”

“Well, well-” Both bunnies tensed at the voice, two heads turning towards the two men sitting just a few feet away who wore grins that only read mischief in the light of the morning “The Veteran and our Guest, who would have thought?”

Legend stumbled, trying to fight his way out of your little prison of warmth and comfort, growling when you didn’t even attempt to move “We- I- Get off!”

And that’s what led them to now, you chittering away at your love’s flustered ranting and frantic pushing with the two other heroes sitting comfortably just a few inches away, watching the scene with delight.

“I haven’t the faintest idea” Twilight finally spoke after swallowing his bite, smirking towards his successor. “But I do know that I am going to enjoy this”

Wild grinned just as evilly.

#cloud answers #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu #linked universe imagine #player au #a player's aid #Hot and Cold

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sodadrabbles · 4 years ago

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Heya! Could i request a c! Philza x reader smut with a wing kink? You dont have to but it'd be cool if the plot was that Phill never let her touch his wings and she never knew why. Also she/her pronouns plz

Ahhh, wing kink. When all the people graduated from MHA during the s5 hiatus, all the Hawks stans came to MCYT and just fell in love with Philza. Dilfza supremacy. lord help me I'm formatting this while sitting next to my mother. the RISK.

Pairing: Philza x reader

Rating: SMUT! 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

Summary: Philza would never let anyone touch his wings, and never shared why. Today, reader finds that reason.

You and Phil had known each other for a while, long before he came to live in L’manburg. And for as long as you’d known him, he never allowed anyone to touch his wings. It was just so personal for him- He wouldn’t even accept help preening, despite how many times you had asked in the past. When you two start dating, it got a little better- He’d allow the occasional brush of his feathers when they got messy, or when he needed help preening a hard-to-reach spot. But even then, he was very avoidant when it came to letting you touch his wings.

Phil sat on the floor of your shared cabin, shirt and robe discarded somewhere in the room, his wings ruffled up and messy from flying through the nearby forest- Twigs were sticking out of spots and his feathers were all misplaced. He was struggling to brush through all the mess, but he was so clearly tired from everything he had done today- From hunting with Techno to helping you smith some gold armor for a nether trip tomorrow and going for a walk with Ghostbur, the blonde was reaching a point of exhaustion.

You had been finishing up a batch of fire resistance potions when you decided enough was enough- You were going to help him preen up his wings whether he liked it or not. With new confidence, you placed your three fresh fire res potions in a chest and walked over to your lover, plopping on the floor behind him with your legs crossed.

“(Y/N), what are you-” Phil’s shoulders physically tensed when he felt your hand brush through a part of his outer feathers, gently pulling out several small twigs. He wanted to melt under your touch, a wave of comfortable pleasure washing over him. He sucked in a deep breath and shook himself a bit, his face starting to feel a bit warm. “(Y/N), mate, what’re you doing?”

You hum and gently pet your hand through the thick plumage on the outer part of his wing, straightening out his feathers. His wing twitches a bit at your touch, and Phil makes a quiet whine under his breath. You just assume it was because you accidentally tugged on a feather.

“I’m helping you with your wings, darling.” You other hand travels to the part of his wing closest to the root, straightening the fuzzy down feathers and gently tugging at the loose ones you came across. Phil squirms a bit, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. His face was flushed a deep red and his pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight.

He broke when you massaged down the skin between the roots of his wings, pushing gently into the tense muscles. It was a simple and loving gesture, but good god did it feel good. A shudder shot through the elytrian, his voice coming out in a high-pitched moan. His dick twitched as he gently rode through the orgasm, his hands now pushing against the somewhat painful hard-on.

You stared wide-eyed at your boyfriend, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. You held your hands tight against your chest, a bit afraid to touch Phil again. When it seemed he had come down from his high, you cleared your throat to get his attention.

"Ph-Phil- Uhm, did you just…?"

The elytrian gives you the smallest nod, his expression one of shame. He refused to look you in the eyes. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, you shift to sit in front of Phil, hands gently taking his. Phil glances at you for a moment, his breath heavy, a barely noticeable shake to his form.

Truth be told, the idea that you could so easily make him cum practically untouched ignited something warm in your core. It sparked a few jittery ideas in your mind that made you a bit too excited. You smile a bit, thinking about what you could do to him now that you had this information- But first you wanted to make sure Phil was okay with this.

"Phil…" You start, wetting your lips a bit. He looks at you with fear flashing through his irises. You laugh a bit and rub your thumbs along his knuckles. "Is that why you never let me touch your wings? Because it, uhm… Feels good?"

You laugh a bit when Phil's wings puff up. He nods again and shifts, his dick still leaving an imprint on his pants. The thought of helping him out with that has you drooling a bit.

"Phil I… I want to try something. With your wings. Is that okay?"

The way he looks at you when you ask, eyes wide and shining with excitement, yet his little nod is hesitant and shy. You slide forward onto his lap, and his hips bucked up to meet yours instinctively. You push your palms against his thighs, keeping him still.

"Sit still.." You mutter, moving your hands to wrap around his back, fingers resting just beneath the roots of his wings. The large appendages tense and the feathers puff out at the soft touch. Phil squirms under you, desperate for friction. The whines flowing from his mouth nearly make you give in.

You massage the skin between his wings, pressing softly into the muscle. You feel Phil's hands come to rest on your hips, squeezing gently with every soft press you push into the sensitive area.

He mumbles a curse under his breath when you brush your fingers into his feather, his face pushing into your shoulder. You can feel him twitching beneath you, his hard-on pushing into your inner thigh.

You press against him, grinding that sweet spot between your thighs against the thing poking you, and Phil moans into your shoulder. "Please, fuck, l-let me put it inside you, lemme fill you up."

You laugh at the way he's begging. Who knew just petting his wings a bit could break down the stubborn immortal so easily? You take a hand from his wings to free his member from his clothes, your thumb rubbing across the tip in a subtle tease.

Phil groans when you try to stand to remove your own clothes, his hands trying to hold you tightly against him. You give him a soft peck to his lips and a few pumps up his shaft before he lets you go. He watches you strip out of your fuzzy arctic clothes lovingly, his hands gripping the carpeted floor harshly.

When you sit back on Phil's lap, he's quick to lift you by your thighs and push you onto your back.You squeak at his sudden enthusiasm, cut off by the feeling of something pushing at your entrance. Phil holds you tightly, looking at you expectantly. You nod, unable to help the sweet moan that slips out when he pushes all the way into you.

You can feel yourself tighten around the elytrian when he bottoms out, your arms wrapping around his back. Phil starts at a slow pace, giving you time to adjust to his size. The entire time he's moaning praise into your ear, getting louder as his pace picks up.

You yelp when he rubs against that sweet spot inside you, your fingers tangling roughly into his wings. This causes Phil to make another high-pitched noise, his words slurring together and his movements becoming sloppy as he chases his orgasm.

"R-right there, (Y/N), fuck, keep touching right there." He whines, pushing roughly into you again. You smile and pet your hands through his wings, brushing through the feathers and tugging softly. You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pounds into you, your own string of praises flowing from your mouth.

"Phil, I'm close-" You whine, moaning again when you feel his tip gently kiss your cervix. He mutters a quiet 'me too against your shoulder. your fingers curl tightly into his wings as he shoves you over the edge, a wave of pleasure washing over you.

Phil cums shortly after you, the feeling of you tightening around him and the way you tug at his wings finally breaking him. He fills you up with his load, gently riding through his climax by thrusting into you. Each jerk of his hips pulls a little noise from you. He adores all of them.

After a few moments to let you both come down, you take your hands from Phil's wings and gently pet through his hair. Your hands feel clammy and the rest of you feels sticky from sweat, but still you lovingly brush your fingers through his hair as he breathes against you. You press a few soft kisses to his forehead. You'll definitely have to involve his wings more often.

#no beta read we die like men #c!philza x reader #philza x reader smut #philza smut #request #anon #smut #wing kink #philza x reader #c!philza smut #c!philza x reader smut

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years ago

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Halloween Costume Shopping With Alexei Headcanons

Request: Hi, I miss Alexei from Stranger Things sm and I have an idea, shopping for Halloween costumes with Alexei (fem reader) Thanks ♥️

I hope this is okay my lovely! It’s so nice to finally go full blown into the Halloween spirit!

(Gif credit goes to: @random-imagines-blog. I do not own Stranger Things or its characters, all rights go to creators.)

Okay, so we all know that when Alexei isn’t being forced to open portals between worlds and unleash terrifying monsters upon the unsuspecting residents of small town Hawkins, then he is a huge excitable golden Labrador of a man who just CANNOT keep still dearie me.

Actually getting Alexei into the Starcourt Mall both undetected and just because he is so giddy. It’s a fine battle between kind of wrapping him around your arms and trying to lift the cable knit-green jumper he was wearing up enough around his head so only the tips of his glasses’ frames creep out, and trying to drag him by the scruff of his collar away from all the flashing lights and neon colours of the food court.

Every time he would do a little jump of excitement and grab onto your shoulders, dropping his cover and making you blush and groan in embarrassment as people gave you strange looks, you couldn’t help the way your heart did a little flip. He just looked too damn adorable, the way he would glance over at you with a huge smile and excitement in his eyes, wanting you to be a part of every new neon thing that had caught his eye.

His English still wasn’t perfect, but dragging you over to every ice cream stall or slushy machine was just his sweet way of trying to share his own form of love with you.

He was getting better though - you has been coming over to Murray’s bunker as often as you could after work, just to sit crossed legged on the sofa facing Alexei. His knees would bounce against your own, eyes wide and glazed with astonishment as he would lean forward, clinging onto every English word you would try to teach him.

His eyes would follow every movement of your lips, and when he falls asleep on the couch later, he finds himself staring off into the ceiling and mouthing every single word you had said to him, tracing his lips in wonder.

Without trying to manically control the literal toddler, who would grip onto your fingers with a big beaming grin and try to drag you off into the distance with a final flash of flopping curls, you were already carrying a bag full of candy in your other arm. As soon as you had parked Murray’s car in the parking lot, Alexei had literally not waited for the vehicle to stop before his long legs had hitched themselves over the window and had run off into the horizon.

You had finally found him in the nearest candy store, hunched over by the pick’n’mix. He was trying to look as inconspicuous as possible, eyes shifting around at the irritated looking shop clerk as he shovelled sweets from the little cubby holes into his mouth.

He had refused to leave until you had bought him pretty much a bag of everything the store had. Even then he had still shoved some more jelly worms into his mouth to ‘save for later’ as he had tried to tell you through a mouthful, and through you dragging him by the hair back into the mall’s courtyard.

Although a fake witch had gone off in one of the shops and he had jumped into your arms Scooby Doo style. It took a little coaxing, and the promise that you would buy him a slushy and a burger for dinner before his fingers finally unclenched from behind your back and he would stop hiding his head, glasses askew against your shoulder blade.

When you finally get him into the shop, off he goes - giggling and flying under a full row of rails like a bull and nearly knocking every single costume flying into your face.

Just when you think you’ve finally lost him for good, a hand reaches out from between a velvet cape and a fake habit costume, fingers beckoning you towards the darkness. Finally you give in, letting the longer fingers wrap around your own and fling you, chuckling, into a little secret triangular space of floor hidden among the clothing rails.

Alexei squats there, silently giggling as he shows you the outfit he has chosen from himself - a full blown mad scientist outfit, complete with long cream lab coat, crazy wig and even a little fake conical flask to boot.

‘Don’t you think that’s a little bit on the nose?’, you query, nearly falling onto the man and balancing yourself on his knee.

‘No, it will be on my back.’

The cheek-

You can see him bite his bottom lip to try and stifle his laugh, giving in eventually when you hit his shoulder and fall into him, giggling yourself.

Your forehead accidentally brushes against his own, and you go to pull away with a gasp but his thumbs cup your cheek and pull you back to him before you can.

The two of you just sit there, giggling and glancing at each other for a while, each trying to pretend their heart wasn’t thudding like a hurricane against their chest every time their breath crossed each others’ cheek.

Eventually you manage to persuade him into trying on a pair of jeans and red gilet, shoving him towards the scarlet curtain of the changing room that lay near the back of the shop, thankfully far away from the front window. You had this huge irrational fear that you would turn around and see a very fuming Murray staring at you from behind the glass.

You had only meant to take him out for ten minutes, yet here you both were two hours later. Oops.

He calls you in to help zip up the jacket, and before you can even tease him for having clumsy fingers, the curtain is pulled open and Alexei’s form looms over you. The breath is drawn from your chest and pulled away as he grabs onto your face and pulls you up towards his face, fringe tickling your forehead as he kisses you for the first time, pouring heart and soul into you until his breath is your own.

In the end, the two of you manage to leave without any outfits at all, but somehow with a relationship which you both felt was a suitable substitute.

#stranger things #alexei #alexei imagine #alexei stranger things #alexei smirnoff imagine #alexei smirnoff #alec utgoff #stranger things imagine #alexei x reader #alexei headcanons #halloween #alexei fluff

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tamaki-kisses · 3 years ago

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notes: nervous virgin! tamaki , accidental boner , established relationship, embarrassment , blow job , fem! reader has tits & pussy

“tamaki?”

your voice comes out casual and unceremonious, a significant contrast to how the flutters dancing and flickering in your chest are making you feel. they’re accompanied by the heavy pounding of your heart. it’s impossible to disregard tamaki’s pulsating hardness pressing up against you, it’s what put the idea into your head, after all.

“hm?”

he’s securely clutching you from behind, like a koala bear hanging from a branch. his unsteady breath faintly tickles the back of your neck and the fine hairs coating it. you shiver involuntarily, agonizing over how you’re going to possibly word this. he’s obviously not going to bring attention to his little ‘issue’ and your own tingling heat between your legs makes it difficult to ignore. if anyone’s going to address it… it’s you.

you’re apprehensive and contemplating against his stiff radiating warmth before finally forcing the proposition out into the shared air between you both.

“you know, if you want…” the fluttering takes steep whoosh into your stomach. tamaki’s slender fingers continue to tap on your midsection with a false sense of composure. “i could give you a blowjob.”

a panicked gasp reaches your ear immediately and you’re not at all surprised when the hotness of his erection is pulled away from you. that inital reaction gets a wince out of you as you sit up on your side just in time to see tamaki scramble across your bed to lean against the wall. he soon covers his lap with a spare blanket and refuses to even glance in your direction. his long ears droop, a cherry redness reaching the tips.

“you don’t have to do that… i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean for that to happen… it’s just sometimes- i don’t know… having you so close to me is a lot- oh no, i sound like a pervert, i swear i’m not a pervert…”

his frantic rambling eventually trails off on its own and you give a chance to somewhat recover before responding. “it’s okay. really, i swear. it’s fine, i don’t think you’re a pervert. and i actually want to, you know, suck you off…”

that last part makes your face flush, your cheeks igniting fiercely, but you manage to keep your relaxed demeanor up for his sake.

“you want to.” tamaki repeats, slowly. his dark eyes dart back and forth like he’s watching an intense tennis match before his stare finally lands back on the bed. you can almost see the gears turning in his head. “i just don’t want to take advantage of you…”

the whisper honestly breaks your heart, a bit of sadness creeping in knowing that he worries about that. shaking your head gently, you crawl over to him and rub your thumb over his edged jawline. he jolts under your touch and continues to shift restlessly. you bring your other hand to his warm cheek. a deep sigh, maybe relief, leaves him, but his pretty eyes still refuse to meet yours.

“tamaki. look at me.” you smile lovingly, realizing that you could truly watch him for a lifetime. it’s like gazing at the night sky when he finally does look at you and gives you a view of his eyes up close. “i want to. i promise.”

a peaceful quiet falls over the two of you before he gently moves your hands away and leaves an affectionate kiss on your temple. your skin jumps at the captivating sensation of his tufts of hair brushing against you. “o-okay.”

you’re surprised as you watch him gradually remove the blanket that was once obscuring his crotch. he looks adorably shy, pink face scrunching up in a sulk when you can’t help but stare down at the large bulge straining against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. your clit pulses with excitement, but you shake yourself out of it and try to figure out how this is going to work.

“come over here,”

you laugh softly and slide down to the floor before patting the edge of the bed. tamaki awkwardly scooches across the comforter until he’s perched on the spot you directed. now that he’s close enough, you lift his shirt teasingly and trace your fingers over his firm stomach muscles with one hand and pinch under his knee with the other. he jostles from the purposeful tickling and says your name in the midst of a protesting chuckle. that’s something you’re confident with, but you take the leap and fiddle with the waistband of his pants.

tamaki gulps audibly and nods at you to continue, slightly lifting himself up. you’re able to pull them off swiftly, but your nerves only increase at the sight of his boxers. they’re the only barrier between you and his hard on and it’s a daunting thought. you leave a playful kiss on the softer part of his stomach, but know there’s really no use in stalling this any longer.

you finish stripping his lower half.

from above you, tamaki lets a low mewling whimper go and your already wobbly breath catches in your throat.

he’s big.

sure, you had expected that much from the clothed peeks you’d already gotten, but actually having his cock a few inches away from your face is a totally different story. you can’t tear your accidental stare away; he’s definitely not lacking in any aspects and there’s a single prominent vein running down the side. the head is brightly roseate and already leaking a generous amount of precum.

he doesn’t take your shameless gawking very well, whining your name again as he hides his pouting face in his palms. “d-don’t look at it like that…”

you giggle at how endearing that display is, a nice contrast to his admittedly intimidating cock. it’s when you lean up to leave a feathery kiss on his cheek that an idea to make him feel a little better pops into your head.

tamaki’s still hiding behind his hand as you easily shrug off your oversized pajama shirt and toss it aside. your breasts hang from your chest freely out in the open, nipples perky and interested. you try not to think too much about it as you crane upwards again to attack his ears this time.

he emits a stuttering gasp when your tongue begins to trace the pointed shell of one. you travel down and suckle at the lobe for a moment before whispering his name.

the results are as expected.

his hand falls away and his mouth goes almost slack, when he sees you, hungry eyes going over every inch of your halfway undressed figure. a single restrained squeak, something that makes your insides squeeze with adoration, leaves him.

“oh my god…” tamaki starts to squirm involuntarily, nearly reaching for his exposed cock before catching himself.

you grin sheepishly and almost ask him if he wants to touch them, but decide you don’t want him passed out on your bedroom floor. it’s a real shame though. you can feel your panties grow more damp at just the thought of him nervously toying with your tits with those pretty hands of his.

with anticipation reaching an almost painful boiling point, you move forward to take him in your hand. it’s clear you might’ve done so with too much vigor, or maybe just enough, when tamaki’s hips twist sharply and a loud treble moan makes itself known.

“ahhh-“ his eyes squeeze shut and a hand slaps over his mouth, muffling the light airy moans that soon follow the first.

you continue, head spinning as you have his hard cock in your grasp, and lean in to lick at the head. it’s an incredibly foreign taste and salty to a horrible degree, but you happily lap your tongue over his entire length. tamaki responds with more barely controlled thrusts and wispy groans.

jt’s aggressively overwhelming when you first slip your lips over his cock. the thick heat of it chokes you as you try to get used to the fullness. your jaw is quick to ache after just a few moments of opening your mouth as wide as possible in an attempt not to add teeth to the equation.

you’re not going to be able to fit all of him, but your hand, the one still at the base brushing up against his inky hair, isn’t out of the picture. tamaki keens so sweetly when you start to jerk him off in addition to slurping and sucking his soaking cock.

you’ve only just established some kind of rhythm when his hip movements become more erratic and gasps become shakier.

“m, close-” tamaki sputters out from between his fingers to your surprise. already? you take it as a sort of compliment and trek on.

the noise that’s created from you practically inhaling the tip of his cock makes your head spin with electrifying excitement. your bare thighs stick together with both sweat and slick and you allow your free hand to sneak over and grope at your clothed pussy.

you feel tamaki tense, another squeak pulled from the depths of his throat. “-move!”

even though the idea of swallowing entices you, his warning doesn’t go ignored and you slip off him with a resounding pop.

at just the right moment.

you look up to see tamaki reach his climax and are instead caught off guard as spurts of thick cum splash onto your flushed cheeks. a gasp leaves you while some of it splatters onto your bare chest. you still manage to catch him riding out the last of his orgasm; eyes pinched shut, pointed ears twitching along with his cock, and hand still acting as barrier against all of his lovely groans and cries.

in the second before tamaki gathers himself and inevitably panics at the sight of you, you’re still wishing you would’ve swallowed…

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margowrites · 3 years ago

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Hi my lovely friend! I have another request if that’s ok, please and thank you❤️❤️How about from teaching ideas- “How do you spell it?” With either Bucky and reader or even Bucky and Steve (either is totally fine) and you can add an AU if you like! Could be like college AU or something or regular! Yay! Thank you! Hugs and love❤️

Can’t Take My Eyes off of You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU!)

Summary: You’ve been infatuated with a boy in your class for quite some time. This time all the seats are taken and he’s sitting next to you, making it harder for you to concentrate on the lesson. Bucky asks for help with spelling, not that he really needs it but it’s an excuse to hear your voice.

Word count: 1,625

Author’s Notes: My sweetie pie @jobean12-blog ❤️ I can’t thank you enough for being so incredibly kind and sending me requests 🥺 they make me truly so happy and I’m so honoured to write something for you! Hugs to you my beautiful friend ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Fluff, crushes, Bucky is a little sassy towards the Professor, Professor Wilson, mild language (one or two words of fuck), crushes to lovers implied.

If it was under any other circumstances, you would be positive that it was the heatwave outside that caused you to sweat profusely and your clothes to stick to your skin. You would blame it on the sun that was far too hot combined with the speed walk you did across campus just so you wouldn’t miss your class. You would blame it on any other reason apart from the true reason as to why you were currently sitting in your seat with your heart pounding out of your chest, covered in sweat with your hands shaking and unable to grip your pen.

And the real reason wasn’t because of the summer heatwave, the sun or the unbearable and sticky humidity. Your current state is all because of one boy; A top A student in all of his classes, a boy who makes all the girls and even some of the boys swoon just because of his existence. A boy, who loves his leather jackets - even in the scorching heatwave - likes to keep his hair tied back into a bun or low ponytail. A boy who loves to wear his dark jeans and dogtags. An almost 19 year old boy named Bucky Barnes, who you also happen to have a very big crush on. The same boy who was currently sitting right next to you because he was late to class and all the other seats were taken.

This lesson wouldn’t be easy. You were just so infatuated by him. Everything Bucky did fascinated you and you often found yourself staring at him in a dreamlike state when the two of you had the same classes. Watching the way he would roll his toothpick between his teeth, the way he would hold his pen and letting the tip of it glide smoothly across the paper to write down notes. The way he would swing back dangerously in his chair only to be told off by Professor Wilson because, “boy, you could swing back so much your head would crack against my floor and I’m not cleaning it up. Sit properly!”

Bucky even smelled so good, like soo soo good. A sandalwood scent mixed with sweat and something else permeated the dusty air around you that tickled your nostrils that you were sure you would be smelling for days. Not that you would ever complain about that. Being this close to him was a once in a lifetime opportunity and you would make the most of it.

“Y/N?” His voice rang through your ears, snapping you out of your current thoughts. His voice was deep for a college boy, his blue eyes watching you carefully.

You cleared your throat and shifted awkwardly in your chair. Your damp clothes from the sweat squeaked against the hard plastic, causing your cheeks to heat up in embarrassment. If Bucky heard, he didn’t comment on it. That was the other thing you liked about him. Bucky was mostly polite, unless you crossed him, in which his ex-girlfriend caused a scene in the cafeteria one time and Bucky came prepared with his colourful language. They had been having problems for quite some time according to his other friend, Wanda who filled you in on all the gossip. “I- yes?” You stuttered, shaking your head as though it might just shake your nerves away.

“I said, can I borrow a pen? I gave mine to Steve who is currently holding it hostage…” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Wait, why was he nervous?

You nodded and pulled a spare black pen from your pencil case. From your observations, you learned he loved to write in black ink only and that’s what you gave him with shaky hands, you pushed it towards him and smiled.

“Thanks, doll! I owe you one!” He smirked, plucking the toothpick from his mouth and licking his plump pink lips.

Oh Jesus Christ.

You knew this would be impossible. Everything Professor Wilson was teaching right now went right over your head. You just knew it was something something about dinosaurs. No information was registering and trying to concentrate just wasn’t going to happen. Not when your crush was right next to you, anyway. The veins in his hands were prominent and the temptation was strong to run your fingertips over the lines. His other hand was moving quickly as he jotted down notes, already halfway down the page. You blinked and stared down at your blank page. Your mind refusing to soak in what’s being taught and your hand refusing to lift your pen and write. Something would be better than nothing, you tell yourself but you’re nervous. Bucky is more interesting than the lesson.

Bucky stops writing for a few seconds to look at you. He frowns, curious if something is going on because from his own observations he knows this is one of your favourite lessons and you’re always keeping up.

Bucky leans in, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear sends a shiver down your spine. “Are you okay?” He smiles, his shirt too tight for his body, you notice.

You nod and smile awkwardly. “Yeah, I’m fine, just finding it difficult to catch up this time.” You sigh, your racing heart still pounding in your chest. The room feels much hotter than it was when you first arrived, even with the air conditioning cranked up.

“Okay, doll. Just checking.” He smirked and started to swing back on his chair as the professor started the second half of his lesson.

Professor Wilson walked around with his hands behind his back as he talked about fossils and mammals that existed almost 169 million years ago. “Mr Barnes! Put your legs on the ground in this instance!” Professor Wilson lectured him and shot him a stern warning look.

“They are on the ground.” Bucky sassed back, rolling his eyes and earning giggles from girls a couple of desks away. Professor Wilson sighed and shook his head.

“If you fall and crack your head I-”

“Yeah, yeah. You won’t clean it up, I know.” Bucky dismissed Professor Wilson’s worries with a wave of his hand and started to take notes once again as soon as the professor carried on with his lesson.

“And the Tuojiangosaurus was found in China 157 million years ago. It was known to be 7.0m in length and weighed a hefty 1500kg.” Professor Wilson brought up slides of what the dinosaur would have looked like.

“What a fuckin’ beast.” Bucky murmured under his breath, “how do you spell whatever he just said?”

A breathy laugh escapes you and you scratch an itch on your nose. “Uh so, TUOJIANGOSAURUS.” You spelled out for him slowly.

“Thanks doll. I thought you weren’t paying attention to the lesson.” He teases, a sly smirk on his face.

“I remembered the spelling from my spelling bee test.” You grow shy under his now intense and impressive stare.

“Well, he should have these in big letters on the board.” He scoffed and you giggled.

“He… does…” you point to writing under the pictures, the names of the dinosaurs in big black bold letters. A shade of pink dusts Bucky’s cheeks and he dips his head with a smile.

“I know, I just like hearing your voice. You sound really sweet. S’like music to m’ears.”

Oh my goodness. This couldn’t be happening, right?

“Oh I uh- really?” You stammered, mesmerised by his homely blue eyes.

“Really doll, I’ve wanted to ask you-”

“Barnes! Since you’re distracted. Tell the class about the Triceratops. We’re waiting.” Professor Wilson stands in front of your desk, his arms folded over his chest and his foot taps impatiently against the tiled floor. All eyes are on Bucky as he sighs and subtly rolls his eyes under his eyelids.

“The- whatever you just said is a horny dinosaur with teeth.”

“Correction. He has a horny beak.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Please elaborate next time Barnes.” Professor Wilson shakes his head and his eyes narrow on your blank page. “Miss y/l/n? Why have you not been taking notes?!”

Your voice was lost, what could you tell him? That you were too busy watching your crush and not paying attention?

“She’s not feeling well and she can copy my notes. S’no big deal.” Bucky spoke and you felt so relieved. Professor Wilson seemed to be satisfied with that answer and went back to finish up his lesson.

“Thank you.” You leaned in and whispered, sighing when things didn’t feel any better for you. Your heart rate was still out of control and you’re pretty sure there might be a damp spot on your seat.

“It’s okay, doll face. You can copy my notes and be my study buddy in the library if you want to.”

If you want to? Of course you want to!

“Yes- I’d like that!” You smiled and pulled your lip between your teeth. “What were you going to say earlier? Before Professor Wilson interrupted?”

Bucky’s cheeks turned from a light shade of pink to a crimson red. He chuckled quietly and nervously.

“You’ll say no!” He chuckled, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips.

“Try me.” You challenge, mimicking his movements with your eyes.

“I’ll tell you when we’re at the library. Deal?” He winks, and shushes you as he writes down his final notes, catching the slight nod of your head.

Your mind went into a frenzy. All it took was for all the seats to be taken and for Bucky to sit next to you this once to escalate things. You wished he was late sooner. What was he going to say to you earlier? You couldn’t wait to find out as you sunk back in your chair with the biggest smile on your face, feeling like the happiest person in the world.

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mackenzielovee · 3 years ago

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blurb 3 & 4 with rafe? maybe angsty but with a fluffy ending :) 💕

a/n: helloooo my love. I made this a little longer than I hoped but i hope you love it anyway. thank you for the request! <3

warnings: swearing, blood

my writing

none of your business - rafe cameron

Two o'clock in the morning.

That's what time Rafe Cameron decides to beat on the front door of the guest house, knowing he's going to wake you but not necessarily caring. You rub the sleep from your eyes and curse the floor for being so cold under your bare feet as you yank the door open, ready to kill whoever stood on the other end.

"Rafe," you groan when you see him. He notes your expression change when you take in his appearance.

His eyes are red all around, one of them starting to bruise underneath. You can see lines from tears that have since dried resting on his cheeks, which are now mixed with the blood seeping from the cuts on his face. Your eyes trail down his body to his ripped shirt and his bloody knuckles, making you sigh loudly. Your shoulders relax from their tense position as you know you can't be mad at him anymore.

"Are you gonna let me in, or?" he questions.

You've been staying with the Cameron's for a while now. Since you've moved onto the property, you and Rafe haven't exactly been getting along. Which only adds to you confusion as to why he's come to you.

You sigh and hold the door open wider for him to enter, not necessarily inviting him inside. You watch as he looks at you emotionless, only for a second, before entering.

"Why are you here?" you ask as you follow him to the kitchen.

He starts opening and closing random cabinets, clearly not finding whatever it is he's looking for. He completely ignores you, which only adds to your annoyance.

"Rafe?" you grumble, staring at him so intently you could probably burn a hole in the side of his head.

He barely glances over at you, looking at you more as if you're a nuisance than a help.

"Do you not have, like, band-aids and shit?" he asks, digging through one of the drawers and then slamming it shut when it doesn't contain what he wants.

"In the bathroom."

He stands up straight and rolls his eyes, then finally looks over at you. He notes the sleepy look in your eyes and how cute you look in your little matching pajama set, paying extra attention to your little shorts lingering a little too high on your legs.

"Can you help me?" he asks, his voice a little softer than before.

You nod, surprised at his question, then point to your bathroom as if he doesn't know where it is. He walks in front of you and enters the bathroom first, pulling off his ripped and bloody shirt the second he enters. He throws it on the floor, not particularly caring where it lands. You sigh and he smirks, knowing he's achieved his goal of annoying the shit out of you every chance he gets.

You pull out your first-aid kit, ready to fix him up and stop the bleeding from his knuckles. You wet a washcloth and reach out, waiting on him to give you his hand.

"Sorry about the blood," he smirks as he lightly places his hand in yours.

You roll your eyes, "Consider this my rent payment for the month."

"Nah," he shakes his head.

"What even happened?" you ask, focusing on cleaning and not bothering to look up at him.

"None of your fucking business."

You sigh, reaching down and dabbing rubbing alcohol on your washcloth. You don't bother to warn Rafe before you press it to his open wounds on his knuckles.

"Fuck!" he swears, yanking his hand away, "Jesus."

"Sorry," you shrug absentmindedly.

You pretend not to notice his little sarcastic laugh as he figures out that you did it on purpose, then ignore the way he slaps his hand back in yours. You start cleaning again, but decide to be more gentle this time. Rafe takes a small step toward you, then another, making you look up at him. The look in his eyes is different - almost like he's up to something.

"You think that's funny?" he whispers, leaning his head down so he's level with you.

"I didn't mean to," you swallow, completely intoxicated with his scent as it wafts over you.

He brings his good hand up to tip your chin so you're looking up at him now. You've never found Rafe attractive, but something about how his voice got low and raspy, the way he smells, and the fact that you're exhausted have you completely wrapped around his finger.

"Mhm," he hums, smirking slightly, "How about.."

He trails off, bringing his head back down to you again. Just as your lips are about to touch, he speaks again.

"How about you fucking clean me up, or I'll make sure you're out of here permanently by tomorrow."

You pull away from him quickly, ducking your head to hide your rosy cheeks from him. He laughs, but can't help but feel bad when he sees how embarrassed you are. He sets his other hand on the counter, then lifts it up again, leaving blood on your white countertops.

"You're getting blood everywhere," you say quietly, still trying to shake off what had just happened.

"I said I was fucking sorry, sweetheart," his voice is raspy again, making you weak at the knees.

You finish cleaning him up in silence, trying to pretend like he hadn't really gotten to you. By the end of it, Rafe really feels guilty, but he's not sure how to fix it. He really had no idea you'd even let him go that far.

"There," you say when you're done, "You know the way out."

You start to leave the bathroom, gasping when Rafe grabs onto your wrist and spins you back around to face him. His expression holds the same one it did when he asked you to help him clean up - soft and sweet.

"Hey," he says quietly, "I'm sorry about before. I was just messing with you."

You shrug, pretending like it didn't bother you. He groans internally, mad that you're making him work for it.

"Do you think," he pauses, slowly bringing his hand down to your own, "I could stay the night? Dad will kick my ass if he sees."

You want to point out that his wounds won't heal overnight, but you also don't really want him to leave. Something about him staying the night excites you.

"Couch is free," you shrug again.

He tugs you even closer to him, using his had hand to reach up and stroke the skin on your cheek. You stop breathing, you swear you do, as he touches you. His skin feels hot against your own.

"I don't sleep on couches," he says quietly, leaning down and pressing his lips to your jaw.

You moan lightly at the feeling, trying to remember how to breathe.

"Rafe."

"Hmm?"

"Rafe."

"What, princess?" he laughs lightly as he pulls his lips off you to see what you need.

"What are you doing?" you finally ask, still feeling like you're on fire.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, and when you just stare, he continues, "I'm just trying to get into your bed."

Your heart sinks as you sigh and try to pull out of his grip. He laughs lightly, tightening around your hand.

"No. No, baby. I'm joking. I'm just kidding."

You huff and turn back to him, but refuse to look him in the eye. You really can't tell with him anymore.

"Honestly?" he says after a minute, his voice soft once again, "I really just want to cuddle with you."

You finally allow yourself to look up at him, trying to determine if he's serious. He looks different, more vulnerable than usual. He can tell by the look on your face that you really don't want to play games with him anymore, so to show you he's serious, he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

He tastes salty, probably a result of the tears that fell down his face earlier. You sink into the kiss and swear you could do it forever just as he pulls away.

"Please?"

"Yeah, okay," you nod, watching him smile victoriously.

He leads you to your bedroom, the one you had been alone in only half an hour ago, and only releases your hand to remove his jeans. He throws them on the floor and crawls under your covers, holding his arms open for you.

You sink in beside him and you two quickly mold into one another. The fit is perfect. His arm around you, your head on his chest, other hand stroking gently through your hair.

"I've been thinking about this for a while," he admits.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he says, then after a minute, "Stay here as long as you want. It's nice having you here."

You smile against his chest. After a few minutes, you feel him stop the stroking of your hair, then soft snores coming from above you. You fall asleep only a few minutes after him, way more content with him than you had been sleeping alone.

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years ago

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Peter was initially pretty apprehensive about pegging, he was 100% down with submitting to you but it was mostly just you riding him, but when he finally caved, it was like the greatest thing to ever happen to him and now he makes a big fuss if you ride him but don't peg him (he's a big brat, loves to be submissive but wants to do it his way, just edge him a few times and you'll have him eating out of the palm of your hand)

YES he’s a total brat when it comes to pegging, he wanted to act like he was going to hate it but he absolutely loves it. Will probably cry if you don’t peg him after riding him.

Pegging Peter

You had just finished riding Peter, he had cum hard, his sticky seed dripping down your thighs. You were laying against his chest, trying to caught your breath. He was whining that he wanted you to go again, you could feel his member already harding. You could hear his whimpers vibrating through his chest. Since he was still in a very subby headspace you figured it was the perfect time to bring up your newest idea. You sat up, running your hands across his chest. “I wanna try something new baby.”

He hummed, hands latching onto your hips. “Anything for you momma.” His voice was still slurring from his high, right now the only thing on his mind was pleasing you. You gave him a kiss, lightly nipping at his bottom lip before you got off his lap making him whine yet again, crying for you to come back and ride him again. You reached under the bed and pulled out a red box. Peter shifted his weight so he was laying on his stomach, that way he could see what you were getting. And also so he could slightly rut his harding member against the sheets, he thought he was being sneaky but you could hear his soft moans.

You opened the box to reveal a strap on, Peters eyes widened as he glanced between you and the toy. It wasn’t too big, it was the perfect size for just starting out. “What are you gonna do with this?” You could hear the apprehension in his voice.

“I was thinking I could peg you.” You ran your hand through his hair, he leaned into your touch. “You always like it when I finger you, I figured you might like this.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t know.”

You gave him a soft smile, and climbed back onto the bed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can do it another time.” Peter glanced between you and box and decided that he’d be more comfortable trying it another time. You smiled at him and climbed back on the bed, easing yourself back onto him without warning. His eyes rolled back as you rode him, trying to make him cum for the fourth time that night

For the next few days Peter kept thinking about the box under your bed. He had done a little “research” after you had fallen asleep that night. He couldn’t deny the way his cock twitched as he saw other subby males like him bent over and crying out as women pounded into them with a strap on. All he could imagine was you doing to same to him. Making him lean on his Pac-Man machine for support as you thrusted up into him, pulling his hair back and kissing his neck. Making him drool all over, his precum staining the front of the machine.

He had touched himself in secret to that thought at least once a day. Dying for that fantasy to come true. But Peter being the brat he was, he wasn’t going to outright admit he wanted you to peg him. So he tried to subtly hint at what he wanted throughout the week, hoping you would get what he wanted. You did, but it was amusing to watch him suffer. He didn’t cave until a couple days later when you guys were messing around on his futon, you were straddling his lap, messily riding his cock and he cried out your name, hands latched onto your breasts. “M-mommy please.”

“Please what baby?” You asked, rolling your hips, making him whimper. “Use your words.”

“Please fuck me.” He muttered out, face burning in embarrassment.

“I am fucking you baby.” You teased, increasing your pace. “Just the way you like it.” You lifted up on each word, grinding your hips down and clenching around him. He came with a loud groan, squeezing your tits as he spilled himself inside you. He tried to ease himself down from his high to mutter out what he wanted.

“Not like that momma.” He whimpered, burying his face in your neck. You smirked knowing exactly what he wanted. You lifted yourself off him, pressing down on his hips and making them sputter. You reached under your bed and took out the box, Peter felt himself gulp with anticipation. He watched as you secured the strap on your waist, reaching your fingers down to your entrance to collect some of your arousal. Peter moaned as he watched you coat the base of your strap with it, his cock hardening at the sight.

“Is this what you wanted pretty boy?” You asked, standing over him. His eyes trained on your tits and the way they moved with each breath you took. He had to stop himself from leaning forward to suck on them. “Answer me baby.”

Peter looked up at your cocky expression and as much as he wanted to be your good boy his brattiness over powered that. He kept his lips sealed, refusing to answer your question. “Oh so you wanna act like that do you?” You roughly flipped Peter onto his stomach, he moaned at the feeling of you manhandling him. You coated your fake cock with lube, teasing his entrance as you forced his bum into the air. “I was gonna take it easy on you baby, but now.” You thrust into him with one quick motion. “You’re gonna pay for it.”

He cried out at the intrusion, his face burying into the pillows below him. You gave him a moment to adjust, you wanted him to enjoy it after all. You rubbed his back soothingly and cooed sweet praises as you let him get accustom to the foreign feeling. Pretty soon Peter was mewling with delight, pushing his hips back into yours, silently asking you to move.

You complied, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, directly hitting his prostate. He moaned into the pillows, fingers clutching at the sheets underneath him. “You look so pretty like this baby.” You reached down to lift him up by his torso, he moved with you, steadying himself on his shaky arms. “You look so good taking mommy’s cock like a big boy.” His arms nearly gave out at your comment.

You increased the pace of your thrusts, loving the way peter was drooling all over himself, his cock staining the sheets below and making his lower stomach sheen. You reached down to lightly choke him, raking your nails along his Adam’s apple, making it bop up and down. “M-momma.” Peter stuttered out. “I’m c-close.”

You hummed at his response. He knew that meant that he couldn’t cum just yet. You didn’t stop your assault on him, you increased it, pressing your whole body into his. Letting him feel your hard nipples against his back. He whined, crying about how much his pretty cock hurt and how much he wanted to see you.

You filled him back into his back. Peter starred up at you with watery eyes, his legs already coming to latch around you. You ran your thumb across his cheek, brushing away the tears that had managed to escape. “Pretty boy.” He leaned into your touch, shivering as you left feather light kisses on his stomach. You started your movements again, one of your hands gripping his waist with a bruising force while the other began to lazily stroke his cock.

He began to leak all over your hand, twitching in your grip. “P-please, p-please mommy.” Peter cried, craning is neck up for your to mark as you pleased. “I’ve been good. Can I come? C-can I?”

You felt yourself clench around nothing at the sight of him withering underneath you. You pushed as far as you could into him and began to shallowing thrust. “Cum for me baby.” Peter’s whole body started to shake, his cum splattering his tummy and yours. You pressed your body down on him, smearing his cum all over both of you.

You slowly pulled out, whispering to Peter about how good he did. You undid the straps and threw the toy off to the side, settling into peters open arms. You kissed his forehead, brushing the sweaty hairs away from his face. “So baby, how did you like it?” He hummed, peppering kisses on your collar bone.

“It was okay I guess.” He answered, smirking against your skin.

“Well if it’s okay I guess we won’t have to ever do it again.” His eyes widened and they glanced up to meet yours.

“Don’t say that mommy.”

You rolled your eyes at him, pulling him closer. “I told you you were going to love it.” Peter snuggled closer, breathing in your scent.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years ago

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weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

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#seokjin x reader #seokjin x you #seokjin smut #bts smut #kim seokjin smut #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin x you

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years ago

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Fearing You, Loving You | Part 1

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Genre: Smut

Warnings: yandere!felix, sub!felix, dom!reader, lactation kink, tit fucking, degradation.

“Just fucking feed.” You shout at the baby in your arms who refuses to suckle anymore. Your breasts had become so overfilled lately, it was painful, and the damned baby refused to feed more than a little here and there, leaving you frustrated and in pain.

Felix quickly steps up to where you were sitting on the bed and takes the baby away from you, a look of concern on his face as if he’s worried you’ll hurt the baby which is fucking rich coming from him.

Swinging the girl in his arms, he tries to lull her to sleep. “Calm down, noona.”

Anger surges up inside you at his words, and you whisper at him harshly, careful to keep your voice down so the damned child would go to sleep. “Calm down? Why don’t you try having breasts fucking bursting with milk that that stupid baby won’t drink, huh? But I guess I shouldn’t expect any sympathy from you. You did this to me!”

You notice his face flush and he turns away from you, putting the baby in her bassinet, and you think he’s embarrassed for being called out. Boy, were you wrong. You shouldn’t have assumed that he has any shame.

Felix comes over to join you in the bed, getting on top of you and pushing you so you’d lie down on your back then he lifts your shirt up. You let him do what he wants, by now having learned that it’s better not to resist. He cups your breasts gently, moving and pressing on them experimentally until some milk seeps out of your nipples. He gasps when he sees the white liquid, mouth opening and eyes becoming half-lidded.

“Felix?” You ask, sure you were imagining things. But then he bends down and laps up the milk with his tongue. “Felix, what are you doing?!”

He looks up at you from over your chest, eyes completely hazy now. “Let me take the pain away, noona.”

“Wha--” Your question gets cut off as Felix latches onto one of your nipples and sucks, drawing the milk out of your breast. You squirm under him but he holds you tight, not letting you pull away, and soon, you begin to feel a little relief, the breast he is sucking on not quite so painfully overfilled anymore. And a little later, it’s not just relief you feel, but arousal.

It’s been a long time since Felix touched you. First you were getting too big and it was becoming painful and you had persuaded him that it could harm the baby, and after you’d given birth the doctor recommended that you not have sex for six weeks, a piece of advice you clung to and greatly welcomed.

But to your surprise and mortification, the deprivation wasn’t just getting to Felix but to you too. Especially that he would jerk himself off almost every night, right in front of you as he got off to the sight of your round belly and your swollen breasts, moaning and whimpering about how he can’t wait to fuck you again, for you to fuck him again.

You couldn’t admit to him that you were feeling needy too. Neither could you touch yourself discreetly because he was always with you. So now, with the first contact in months, you can’t help getting wet.

Felix seemed to be enjoying it a lot too as you feel his hips start to move against your thigh as he lets out little groans of appreciation between pulling and sucking on your nipple.

You’re the one to push him to the other breast, needing it to be milked too so it would stop hurting and Felix gladly obliges, suckling on it eagerly as he humps your leg.

Tangling your hand in his messy hair, you make him look at you. “Fucking pervert. Are you getting off on this?”

Your glistening nipple falls out of his mouth as he moans and bucks his hips particularly hard against you, happy you’re finally giving him attention. “I’m just trying to help, noona.” He whimpers, pulling back slightly and squeezing your breast, groaning as more milk leaks out. “I did this to you.” He repeats your earlier words but it comes out as more of prideful and awed proclamation than a guilty one. He loves that he made you this way.

“I want to keep you like this forever.” Pulling back, he spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side. “I should knock you up again.”

Alarmed, you slap him, “No!”

You immediately realize your mistake and flinch back, preparing for his retaliation, but to your surprise he just whimpers and stares at you expectantly. Quickly gathering your wits, you understand what is happening. He wants you to take control. He’s been craving it for months, but he just wasn’t confident in giving you back control yet. But now that the baby is born, he must feel so much more secure.

To test your theory, you slap him again on the same cheek. “Bad boy!”

“Mommy…” Felix whimpers, trying to get closer to you again, the new title he'd given you since your pregnancy lewd on his tongue. “Fuck me, mommy.”

“You think I’ll let your dick anywhere near me after all you did to me?”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure we’d be together. I love you.”

"Shut up, you selfish slut." You pull him up by his hair until he's straddling just below your chest. Grabbing his dick, you start pumping it. "The only thing you care about is getting your rocks off. You don't care about me."

"I care! I love you!" He bucks into your hold, mouth falling open. "Just needed you to see."

You let go of his dick and he whines at the loss and thrusts into the empty air, his dick almost touching your face. You slap his dick and he winces and stops moving.

"Since you like my tits so much, why don't you fuck them?" You tell him, holding your breasts together. "Wanna fuck mommy's tits, dirty boy?"

He nods eagerly and pushes his dick between your breasts. He tries to hold onto them to steady himself but you smack his hands away. "Hands behind your back, slut."

He obeys, and although he finds it difficult to stabilize himself, he does his best, thrusting his dick between your breasts. He’s fractic about it, the deprivation getting to his head and the sight of his dick disappearing between your tits pushing him to the edge fast.

“You like it, baby?”

“Yes, mommy. Thank you.” He cries, his thrusts getting sloppy, and you know he’s close. But just before he can cum, you let your breasts go and grab the base of his dick tightly, cutting off his orgasm.

He whines loudly and tries to thrust into your closed fist but your grip is way too tight. "Mommy, don't tease please. It's been too long."

“I’ll do what I fucking please. You’re mine, aren’t you?” You say ominously, reminding him of his promise to you before your pregnancy.

He lets out little sobs as the high leaves his body, but he doesn’t protest anymore. “Yes, mommy. All yours.”

When he calms down, you order him to fuck your tits again. And once again, you staunch off his orgasm right before he explodes. Then you wait until he’s away from the edge and repeat the whole process over and over again until he's shaking and crying above you.

“M-mommy---ahhh----p-please let me c-cum. Mommy, please!” Tears stream down his face as he struggles to stay seated over you even though you’ve let him use his hands to anchor himself by now.

“Wanna cum, baby?” You murmur, lightly tracing your thumb over his wet, red dick.

He nods his head violently. “Please, please, please.”

You grab one of your breasts with your free hand and rub the nipple over his weeping slit. Felix takes in a sharp breath as he watches you rub your engorged nipple against the head of his dick. Smirking up at him, you squeeze your breast a little, letting some of the milk leak drip down his cock.

"Fuck!" Felix shouts, cum dribbling out of his dick like your milk. He thrusts against your breast but your grip on his cock doesn’t really allow him to get much stimulation, and he starts wailing, frustrated out of his mind from the maddening pleasure that was enough to make him cum but not enough to give him the satisfaction he craved.

His cries wake up the baby, but he barely notices, tearfully begging you to give him a proper orgasm. “Please... stroke my dick, noona---ngh---just o-once or twice. Ah---T-that’s all I need. P-please.”

But you just push him off, wiping your hands on the sheets. "You already came. You're not cumming again today and certainly not in mommy's pussy."

“But m-mommy--” He tries to cling onto you but you push him away resolutely. “Go put the baby to sleep. You woke her up.”

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A/N: lol let me know if you want more IYYM drabbles or if I should write something new. in any case give me ideas for either cuz I’m feeling uninspired

#stray kids smut #felix smut #dom!reader #sub!idol #yandere!felix #iyym

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jaemsun00 · 4 years ago

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Nct mark + 00 line when you give them an unexpected blowjob.

This is mature, do not interact if it make you uncomfortable. Exhibitionism acts.

- MARK

It was almost midnight and Mark was still stuck at the company room at the desk, writing whatever words came to his mind. You sat a fair bit away on your own chair, spinning around tiredly. He has told you, you should go home and go to sleep but you refused to leave him alone.

“This is so fucking annoying” you heard him swear, before ripping the paper out of the book, scrunching it up and failing to chuck it in the bin right beside his feet.

Just as you were about to say something a very interesting idea came to your mind. Mark has admitted that he has been feeling very uninspired to write any of his lyrics lately. Maybe he needed something to get the inspiration back.

Slowly walking towards him, you planned it out. It was going to be simple and Mark would not dare to say no to what your thinking.

Mark snapped his head when your hand touched his shoulder softly. “Let’s do something” you smile weirdly at him and he did eyes you. “I would love to but I have to finish this by tomorrow” he motioned to his book.

“I can help you” Mark tried not to let out a laugh when you said that. It’s no secret that your not talented in that area. “To get inspiration I mean” you scoff seeing how he was hiding his laughter. “Oh yeah? How you gonna do that?”

He was oblivious to your plan which made it seem even better. Mark was taken back when you spun his chair around and slowly dropped to your knees in between his legs. “Like this” you smile up at him, seeing how he gulped when you two made eye contact. he lifted his hips for you to slip his pants down and get right to work.

- RENJUN

“It’s very pretty” you smile at the painting Renjun has been working on the past two hours. You’ve barely been awake two minutes and he was forcing you to see all the drawings he has worked on lately. “You reckon?” He took the paper back and admired it himself.

“Mmm. Now can we go to beddd” you whine, hands resting on his desk as he shook his head. Ever since you’ve woken up with no boyfriend beside you, you’ve been whining to him about it. “Go by yourself” scoffing, you stood tall over his sitting figure.

“Renjun” he hummed as a response making you a bit more mad. But why not play with him a bit. “Renjun” you try again in a more sing song voice. Your boyfriend still ignored you. Thankfully the desk he was working on was easy to get underneath, yeah you hit your head once but who cares.

Renjun was a bit weirded out with you crawling under the table, but he wasn’t expecting your hand rubbing at him through his pants. “Baby?” He groaned out, pushing his chair back to see you smiling up at him. “Your just gonna-“ “okay I’m going to bed.” You say getting up, but Renjun was faster to grab onto your wrist. “You can’t leave. You’ve started something” “if you come to bed then I’ll finish it” your smile was so cunningly that Renjun couldn’t say no and followed you back to bed.

- JENO

It was funny, seeing how normal Jeno was trying to be while talking through the headset with Haechan. But you continued your task, bopping your head up and down on his length. “Go le- fuck left” your boyfriend tried to hide his moan. Haechan must of said something back because Jeno told him to shut up.

“I kicked my toe” he lied through his clenched teeth, just as you planned you took him in your mouth fully, gagging a bit. That just made Jeno want to cry out. You’ve never done this, never have you thought you would be doing this. But here you are, on your knees and giving your boyfriend a blow job under his desk.

“Okay I’m gonna- I’m gonna go” he stuttered before quickly taking his headset off and placing it on the keyboard. His head dropped down to see you doing your task. “Fuck you look so pretty” he smiled, hands running through your messy hair, making a make shift ponytail as his hips bucked into your face. Taking you by surprise.

- HAECHAN

The only reason why you were waiting under your boyfriend desk was because of the stuff you over heard him and some of his mates talking about. How he would love to get head under the desk while he played a game on his computer.

“I’ve got food” you heard his voice before the door opened, Hacehan saw the empty bed and sighed. Thinking maybe you went home already with how long he was taking. Just as he was about to take his phone out, he saw you shift in your spot under the table.

“What are you doing?” You crawl out of the small spot, facing Haechan who looked so confused right now. “Well I was- I was going to surprise you with... with-“ you felt so stupid having to explain it. Hacehan had no clue what was going on in your mind.

“With? Scaring me?” You shake your head, god how you wished someone would come in and save you from the embarrassment your about to face. “I was going to suck you off while you played the game” you mumble but Haechan heard it all. Quickly smiling at your words.

“Oh really?” You could hear the teasing smirk he wore but you couldn’t let him see how red your cheeks have turned since admitting that. “Well what’s stopping you? Get back under” he waved his hands towards the desk and started walking towards it. “Your? Uh” you let out a nervous laugh.

“Don’t say your getting shy now, come on you said you wanted to” he smiled so innocently at you as he sat on his gaming chair, leaving a space for you to crawl back under. “The food will go cold” “who cares. I don’t want blue balls”

- JAEMIN

“What are you doing?” Jaemin laughed as your wondering hands made their way to his thighs. He was just peacefully laying on the bed, laptop propped up beside him as he watched some sort of drama. “Nothing” you lie before your hand starts going further up to his cock, rubbing lightly before he grabbed at your wrist.

“You have work soon” he warned as if that was going to stop you. You nod, trying to move your hand again. “Your going to be late if you start it up” he looked down at his pants which were loose around his waist. “And? It will be fine”

Jaemin wanted it tell you no, you had a job to do and last time you went in late your boss threatened your job. But as soon as you started peeling his pants off, the words in his mouth disappeared. But your mouth, your mouth was now full with him. Eyes never left his own as you licked his tip.

“Your- fuck that feels good” he moaned out, hands running through your hair and playing with it as you worked on him. Jaemin felt himself grow hard and big in your mouth and gosh it felt too good not to lift his hips to get more friction.

- YANGYANG

He has spoken to you about this before, how it would be amazing if you gave him head as he played a game. Being bored all day you decided today was the best time to do it. What you didn’t expect was YangYang to have his mic on.

So he would just have to be quite. You usually sat on the floor studying as he played his games. So he thought nothing of it as you moved closer to his legs. The shorts he wore giving away how he wasn’t wearing any boxers right now. He had no plans so it didn’t surprise you.

“Nah nah I work fair and square your just a bad player” you have no idea who he was insulting, nor did you care. Yangyang stopped moving when he felt you prying his shorts off. It was hard as he didn’t lift his hips, giving up on trying you just pull his member out.

“One second” YangYang spoke, muting himself before staring down at you. “What are you doing baby?” He laughed as you started moving your hand up his shaft. “Nothing much” you shrug as if you weren’t making him harder in your hands. “Turn the mic back on”

Yangyang widened his eyes at you, slowly shaking his head. “I don’t think the boys want to hear that” “just do it” your eyes tell him he should listen. So he does, clicking the mute off and getting back to his arguing members.

You licked the underside did his length before shoving him whole in your mouth. Yangyang stuttered his words as he tried to focus on playing. But it was rather hard when you were blowing him right now. “Holy fuck” he let out loudly, his members thinking maybe he died in the game.

- SHOTARO

“Please” he begged but you ignored him again, laying on his lap as he tried to push you off. “Your my personal pillow so no. I’m not moving” you whine back at him, moving your head on his lap as he just sighed, letting you win this time.

The movie he watched continued playing as you turned your head, meeting his crotch and a smirk grew on your face. Shotaro clearly didn’t know your thoughts even when you moved to your side, so your face was met right where his dick rested.

“Are you hungry?” He asked innocently, pulling out his phone so he could order. “I’m very hungry” you say sensually but your boyfriend was oblivious to it.

“What do you want? Chicken? Or-“ “you” you spit out making him laugh awkwardly. “Yeah well I’m not edible so-“ you scoff at him, hands running down his stomach, feeling how he shivered every time your hand got closer.

“Right here? Sungchan will be back soon and I’m sure he-“ “it’s fine baby we just need to be fast” Shotaro didn’t know why his dick was growing at your words. Does he want to get caught? While he was in his thoughts you were pulling him out of his briefs. Already getting started with your hand.

“We can always go into your room?” The boy shook his head, lifting his hips so he could push his pants down to his ankles. “Just let’s be fast” you smiled at his words. You always get what you want either way or another. “I’m sure we will be very fast”

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