#i put them all in between u guys' hands- carefully even

[darabeatha]

/ and they had terribly, terribly s.lutty vibes ..

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

hiii i love ur fics idk if ur requests are on rn but can u do a short drabble of the tiktok trend where the guy hasn't ask his gf to be his valentines day so she "put him on sale" as a joke ofc but she's like

BF FOR SALE ($3.50)

- amazing cook

-crusty feet

- will buy anything u want

any character is fine but i would love katsuki or shoto!!

LMFAOOOO this is for sure the funniest ask ive gotten yet😭😭😭 this is so cute !! and very long overdue I apologize writer block devil was rlly kickin my ass😞 valentines been over but yk i had to write this ! i was rlly hesitating between writing for shoto or katsuki and then i realized i could write for BOTH OF THEM!! and so i did ! i tried honoring your request as best i could, hope you like it <3 !

no pronouns mentioned, pure tooth rotting nasty fluff, use of petnames (my love for shoto and sweets, babe and idiot (lol) for katsuki), katsuki is an asshat but when isn’t he, shy katsuki, shoto is a bit of an airhead, kissing, biting, reader is petty asl lol, lemme know if i missed something else !

todoroki shoto ♥︎

“yn, my love.”

“yes, shoto ?”

the corners of shoto’s mouth pull into a tiny frown at the usage of his first name. no baby, no hun, not even sho. just shoto.

“did i do something to upset you ?” he asks carefully from his spot at the foot of your dorm bed he seems to be stuck at, he can’t bring himself to move until he knows if you’re actually mad at him, and he has an inkling you are.

you look up at him for no longer than a second then look back down at your phone screen “what makes you think that ?” you question back nonchalantly.

“you posted something on your tiktok account..” shoto doesn’t have a clue how to have this conversation with you and it makes him a little nervous, he regrets not going to izuku for advice after all.

“mhmmmm~” you hum, urging him to continue knowing damn well you know what he’s going to say. you wanted to hear him say it himself.

you know shoto’s had no previous relationships before you so these type of things probably don’t mean as much to him as they do to you, but doesn’t everyone want their boyfriends to ask them to be their valentine ? you sure do, and your boyfriend hadn’t asked you to be his yet, so as petty as you know you were being at the time you posted the tiktok he’s no doubt here for right now.

shoto feels like a criminal on trial desperately trying to plead his case with you being the judge. tentatively, he asks “ you said you were..putting me up for sale ?”

immediately it’s like a switch had been flipped. you place your phone down onto your bed next to you, shoto wishes he could take your phone’s place. you cross your leg over the other and bring your hands together like a super villain revealing their master plan “yes. yes i did.”

“oh.”

silence. nothing.

shoto tried—he’s trying. he’s trying so insanely hard to make sense of everything that is you but he simply can’t. he breaks eye contact to think of more to ask but his attention is quickly pulled back to you when he hears you whine.

“uuuuughhh shotoooo~” you moan, throwing your head back against the headboard. “you’re not supposed to say ‘oh’ !” you’re face changes from grumpy to deadpan as you lower your voice slightly to try and mimic him. on any other day this would’ve made him laugh but he’s beyond lost at this point. he clears his throat before speaking again.

“ i don’t know what i’m supposed to say—or what i did for you to want to sell me.” he thinks “and for 3 dollars at that.”

you let out a laugh when you process his words and shoto’s shoulders magically feel lighter at the sound. carefully, he slides a little closer to the side of your bed so he can stand at your bedside. little by little. you pretend you don't notice.

"it's what you deserve for not askin' me to be your valentine."

the secret’s finally out and you get to see how the cog wheels in his head are starting to turn in real time, it has you holding back a giggle when he looks up at you like a deer in headlights.

“is that..why you were mad ?” you nod, humming out a playful mhmm

“ya really hurt my feelings you know ? to think my own boyfriend wouldn’t ask me” you clench your fist over your heart and fake sob dramatically.

shoto huffs out a laugh, relieved to see you’re not actually mad, and goes to sit down on your bed. he tentatively reaches for your hand and squeezes it twice when you let him hold it. before bringing it up to his lips and placing a sweet little kiss to it. it feels as if pop rocks are going off inside of you.

“ i’m sorry for not asking you to be my valentine.” he apologizes, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing your hand “ i was thinking i should’ve, but i didn’t want you to think it was weird since we’re already dating.” his thumb goes to run over your fingers “ i was worried me being too intense would scare you off.” he mumbles.

your eyebrows furrow, you lean towards him to make him look at you “ you wouldn’t scare me off, who told you that ?”

“kaminari. he said ‘coming on too strong scares away the babes.’ ” shoto quotes

you sigh. of course it was that bigmouth portable charger filling his head with this stuff.

you pull your hand out of his grasp and he looks up to protest but you grab his face in your hands before he can say anything, you can practically see him start melting at the contact as he blinks at you slowly, he reminds you of a cat.

“sho” you purr, rubbing his cheeks “ rule number one is never ever listening to kaminari’s dating advice. most of the time it is very wrong.” you explain.

shoto presses his mouth to the palm of your hand “yeah, i’m starting to regret that now.” he speaks into it, you snort. he leans in closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips and you reciprocate, pressing a few more kisses on his lips for good measure “ i’m really sorry for not asking you.” he says in between pecks. you hum in response to him placing even more kisses all around your face. “s’okay. i’m also kinda sorry for putting you up for sale.” you say, running your fingers through his hair while he places kisses on your shoulder.

he lifts his head up to look at you then, an eyebrow raised with an amused expression on his face “kinda sorry ?” he asks.

you nod “mhm. kinda sorry.”

he chuckles to himself, then gets up so he can climb into bed next to you. when he’s positioned how he likes it, with his head in your lap while you comb through his hair with your fingers, he sighs peacefully “well, it wasn’t all bad. i’m glad you think i’m a good cook.”

“what about the crusty feet ?”

“i’m choosing to ignore that part.” shoto smirks lightly to himself when he hears you laugh at his joke, clearly proud of himself for it. “and i will buy you anything you want, to make it up to you.”

“i don’t need you to buy me anything, sho” you roll your eyes with a lovesick smile “ all you gotta do is ask.”

he blinks up at you, looks off the the side as if he’s deep in thought, and suddenly gets off your lap to sit right in front of you. you never think you’ll get over how pretty your boyfriend is and being reminded of it with how close he is to you makes you flustered. he leans in to kiss you passionately and you don’t know if it’s the love he pours into it or the lack of air that has you so dizzy, you don’t dwell on it.

when he pulls away he’s looking at you like you hung up the stars in the sky and he simply, almost shyly smiles at you and asks.

“ will you be my valentine ?”

bakugou katsuki ♥︎

you did not expect katsuki to come barging into your dorm room five minutes after you’d posted your tiktok. the loud sound of someone banging on your door and proceeding to let themselves in seconds later causes you to let out a squeak.

in comes katsuki, phone tightly clutched in his hand and the moment his eyes zeroed on you he’s like a bull charging at a red flag. he stands right in front of you, angry frown on display before he shoves his phone in your face.

“explain this. now.” he growls, you have to hold back a laugh, keeping your face as calm as possible you look between him, his screen then back at your phone.

“what’s confusing about it ? i thought i was being pretty straight forward.”

his eye twitches. “why the hell did you put me up for sale ?! and for three dollars and fifty fuckin’ cents ?!” he exclaims, you can’t help the snort that bursts out of you, though katsuki doesn’t look as amused as you are.

“explain.” he deadpans.

“i think you can figure it out.” you shrug back.

he mutters insults to himself that you can’t catch “well obviously fuckin’ not, cus I wouldn’t be askin’ you if i did.” you simply shrug and look back at your phone. “i wrote it in the caption.”

it takes him a second to process then he’s tapping his password and opening the clock app at super sonic speed. his eyebrows furrow and you see him tapping away at his phone. his eyes widen when he reads your caption and he looks down at you with a mix of desperation and disbelief.

“you’re mad cus I didn’t ask you to be my valentine ?” your bratty huff and turn to the side as you shrug again is all the answer he needs. he looks at you for about 5 seconds longer then sighs.

he sits down on your bed and keeps staring. katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things and one of those things is you ignoring him. a warm hand on your ankle startles you and you can’t even ask him what he’s doing before your being yanked towards him. you squeal, almost missing the smirk on his face or the huff of laughter at your reaction. almost though, so you glare at him. katsuki looms over you until your noses almost touch, then you turn away with a huff. he chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck.

“ yer such a baby, y’know that ?” he mumbles, smirking against you neck. you huff but make no effort to shrug him off “ no i’m not, jerk. is it so wrong for me to want my boyfriend to ask me to be his valentine’s ?” you grumble, trying to ignore the feel of his warm lips against your skin, it’s not working so well for you.

“s’not what i’m sayin, sweets” he nips at your earlobe “‘m sayin’ ya coulda just told me ‘stead of bein’ a baby about it.” you can’t tell if this is his way of trying to apologize. either way, you don’t want to give in just yet.

“i’m not supposed to tell you to ask me to be your valentine’s katsuki, that’s not the point~ !” you huff petulantly. you feel a but childish but, c’mon ! it’s a given to have your boyfriend as your valentine and it wouldn’t hurt your demon spawn of a boyfriend to be a little but romantic once in a while.

he playfully rolls his eyes at you “see, what’d i tell you? big baby.” leaning forward he nips at your nose making you groan and trying to push him away with your palm. katsuki being the powerhouse that he is, doesn’t budge. “ i didn’t think to ask ya cus you’re already mine. so why should i need to ask something that’s a given ?”

your heart beats faster at his words and katsuki takes his chance when he feels you loosing up more and more. suddenly he’s got your wrists in his grip, holding them above you and looking down at you with that sickeningly handsome smirk. you’re almost there, he can practically feel it.

“i—i’m..still mad at you” you stutter out weakly, your defenses are down.

“yeah ?” he taunts.

“yeah. apologize.”

he scoffs, rolling his eyes lightheartedly “why should i apologize ? you said my fuckin’ feet stink.”

“ ah, ah, ah.” you tut “don’t put words in my mouth, i said your feet were crusty.”

“yeah, thanks babe. that makes it so much better.” he sasses, you laugh “and i complimented you ! i said you were an amazing cook !”

“yeah but that ain’t a compliment, ‘ts a fact.” he says matter of factly, you’re eyes threaten to get stuck at the back of your skull with how hard you roll them and he snickers.

he dives in and steals a kiss, and then another one when you don’t stop him. when he pulls away to catch his breath, ready to steal another kiss you stop him by placing your hand on his chest. he looks down at you questioningly and you give him a raised brow in response. he groans.

“fine. m’sorry” he concedes quietly

“foooorrr ?” you urge.

he narrows his eyes at you as if saying “don’t push it” but swallows his words down “ for not askin’ you to be my valentine’s or whatever the fuck” he shoves his now hot face into your neck and mumbles “now quit bein’ all pissed at me.”

you’re happy enough with that, so you wrap your arms around his neck, one of your hands creeping up his nape and into his hair. he sighs contentedly, clearly enjoying the attention you’re giving him.

“thank you. i’m also sorry for saying you have crusty feet.” hearing him scoff at the accusation makes you giggle “and for putting you up for sale.” he hums, happy with your apology.

“..kinda.”

“oi.” he warns. you giggle in response continuing your ministrations in his hair.

“you still haven’t asked me so..” you trail off. he lifts his head up to look at you with a blond eyebrow raised.

“ does this valentine shit really matter that much to you ?” he asks.

you respond immediately “yes.” nodding aggressively to make your point.

he sighs, shaking his head. he looks at you, then looks off to the side in embarrassment, he can be so cute when he wants to be. steeling his nerves he looks you straight in the eyes. fearless with fierce red cheeks and all.

“b-be my valentine, idiot..”

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (one shot)

Summary: Joel forgets date night and has guys night instead, which makes you act out. Joel isn’t too happy and has to punish you in the best way he knows how.

Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI! Mean!joel, swearing, arguing, brat tamer! If you squint, drinking, teasing Joel, a slight comment about cheating but would never, rough!joel, spanking,choking,spitting, manhandling, sir!kink, unprotected p in v, orgasm denial, pet names (little girl, little one, baby doll, Joel calls you a crazy bitch oNCE, etc) power dynamic, big girthy age gap (not specified but enough to where you call him old man) slight bullying of peepaw for forgetting stuff, rough sex. Let me know if I’m missing anything!

Word Count: 3K

This is 1000% based on this gif @worhols sent me 🖤 love u Becca

Even though your Saturday morning was filled with a shift at work, you couldn’t wait to get home to see your man and take all afternoon to get ready for your date at 7. Date night was far and in between now for you two, so some fun outside the house was what you were needing. Your key entered the lock on the front door and turned, pushing the door open to music echoing from the basement. 

The kitchen counter was covered in beer boxes and bottles of liquor, chips, and Joel’s case of poker. What the fuck?

“Joel, honey?” You called out and you could hear the thumping on the basement stairs from his boots getting louder as he got closer to the main floor. 

“Hey baby doll, what’s up? How was work?” The back of his hand wipes his forehead slowly, gathering all the sweat off of him. The look on your face was so telling that something was bothering you. 

“Work was fine, uh I’m wondering why there’s shit all over the counter like you’re going to have guys night in the basement?” You crossed your arms across your chest and met his eyes, his jaw slowing the gum chewing down as he thought carefully of what to say next. 

“Beeecause we’re playing poker tonight in the basement…” It came out more as like a question and then it became apparent to you he completely forgot about your date night. 

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, “Joel…we were supposed to have a date tonight..did you not remember?”

For such a tan man, you didn’t think he could turn so pale with shock. His hands met his hips and he sighed, looking down at his boots. 

“Darlin’ listen I- I’m sorry I forgot we had plans. Tommy asked if we could do it here and it slipped my mind about date night tonight.” Those beautiful brown eyes found yours once more and made your body shiver with sadness and anger. “How did you forget when I’ve been reminding you all week? Jesus Christ, you don’t listen to me, old man.” You turned and started to take off your jacket, not wanting to say anymore than what you already have. 

“Watch your fuckin’ tone with me little girl. I already told you I was sorry, what more do you want me to do?”

“Nothing, Joel. I don’t want you to do anything except go down there and have a fun time with your friends and play your stupid fucking game. I should ask one of them to take me out because if you can’t remember a simple date, maybe they can show me a better time.” The smartass tone was dripping off your words and it only heated the situation more.

“What the hell did you just say?” His head cocked to the side to make sure he heard you correctly. The smirk on your face only made him more irritated and he was just about to ask you to repeat yourself when he was cut off by the doorbell ringing.

“Saved by the bell, go figure.” You muttered at him and went to open the door leaving Joel standing there in a mix of emotions. You’d never in a million years date his friends but you just wanted to get a rise from him. It was only fair he was in a shitty mood after putting you in one.

You greeted them all with small ‘hellos’ and smiles, Tommy engulfing you in a hug. 

“Are you playin’ poker with us tonight sweetheart?” He asks as he releases you from his arms, walking to Joel and hits his arm lightly. Joel is still clearly caught off guard from your snappy digs and doesn’t say anything to anyone. 

“Oh, no. No poker for me. Joel forgot to mention it to me, guess that age is starting to catch up to him, huh?” You joke, putting the clean dishes away that were still in the strainer. All the guys laugh and Tommy nudges Joel right in his side with a stupid grin on his face. 

“You just gonna take that from her? Man you’re soft now.” He says to Joel and laughs again. Joel looks up at you and burns imaginary holes into your back from staring so hard. “S’alright, she’s jus’ being a brat right now. Why don’t you guys grab the shit from the counter and we’ll start soon?” Joel asks and nods to the countertop in front of you as you stand against the cabinets and squint at him. They grab the stuff and start to head down, a few of them and Tommy hanging back to wait for Joel. 

He walks to you and grabs your wrist by your hip and squeezes it, whispering in your ear, “Knock it off. Now.” 

You snatch your wrist from him and he places a rough kiss on your cheek, barely pressing his lips to your skin. He was pissed off at you for even entertaining that stupid idea of you and his friends to him. 

“Yes, sir.” He clocked your sarcasm instantly and glared at you. Your eyes met his only for a moment as he turned around on his heel and headed to the basement. With a short moment he disappears down the stairs and you’re left sulking in your emotions. This wasn’t the first time he forgot date night, this was actually the fourth. If Joel thought he could start to get comfortable and not put in so much effort for taking you out anymore, boy did he have another thing coming. 

“Fuckin’ asshole.” you mumble to yourself and clean up the mess he left of grocery bags and receipts. 

After about an hour cleaning up the main floor and having to listen to Joel's laugh carry up the stairs and into your ears, you had enough. If he wanted to play, you could play too.

Going to your shared bedroom, you start going through his closet and grab one of his old white t-shirts he had made up for work years ago. Their logo on the back left more room in the front to see everything under it. Slipping on your shortest pajama shorts and hiking them up just under your ass, you giggled at yourself in the mirror and almost changed your mind when you noticed your dress hanging in your closet that you planned to wear tonight. With the sunset slowly turning blue for the night, that burning fire in you started to reignite. 

You make your way slowly down the steps with the laundry basket tucked into your side, clearly your excuse to even go down there. The men were circled around the table, music still blaring and the string lights glittering the ceiling. “No no no, so then I told her to stop usin’ her teeth, it-” You cleared your throat and Tommy shut up quickly, turning around to face you. Joel didn’t even bother to look up until they greeted you, much different than earlier now that you were half dressed. His eyes were zeroed on on your body, his nostrils flared and the cards being held in his hands slowly started to bend. 

“Don’t mind me, just here to do some laundry before I go to bed.” That was a bold face lie. Joel knew you weren’t going to sleep. He also knew you weren’t down here to do laundry, you hated doing laundry. 

“All good, girl. You’re no bother to us.” James said, the one who had been eyeing you since you tiptoed down here. 

You opened the dryer to empty it in the laundry basket, bending over more and more with each scoop inside to get clothes out. Joel coughed loudly when he noticed what you were doing and it made you jump, not expecting him to be so obnoxious with it. “You doin’ alright baby? Need another beer?” You ask a little too sweetly and he doesn’t blink once when you meet his gaze after standing up straight, a stupid smirk forming on your lips.

“Sure, f’you wanna get me one.” He grumbled. 

You wandered over to the small fridge in the corner with a piece of clothing tucked under your arm and grabbed a beer, walking over to him and cracking it open for him. He leaned to one side to really look at you, noticing that shitty grin plastered all over your face. 

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t do nice things for you, baby?” You rhetorically asked and folded the pair of panties you shoved under your arm just a second ago. Everyone's eyes fell onto what little fabric there was of the bejeweled thong that said ‘Angel’ on the front.

Joel was shooting daggers at you and you knew how much you were getting under his skin at this point. You took a seat on his lap and looked at his cards, not once looking at him. “All in” James says as he pushes his chips to the middle and his eyes wander up your chest. James was older than Joel and not that good looking. It wasn’t surprising he took a liking to you since he’s cheated on his wife three times now. The other guys were out and it was just between Joel and James. Ironic. 

“You’re bluffin’ you sorry bastard.” Joel chuckles and lays down his cards, straight flush. 

James groaned and tossed his cards in the middle and you looked to see a full house. You jump off Joel's lap and bounce up and down cheering for him, genuinely happy he won. What you forgot about was your boobs were also bouncing up and down. “Alright, that’s it. Guys, I’ll be back in a second. Start over without me and don’t you fuckin’ steal any chips from me.” He states and grabs the laundry basket off the ground, your arm in his other hand and drags you up the stairs. Fuck. Too far.

He marches up all the way to your room and tosses you facedown on the bed, panting from anger. “What the fuck was that, little one? Hm?” You don’t move as he rips off your shorts to expose the white panties covering your ass. 

“What? I was just having fun, Joel.” You snap back and brush your hair from your face to look at him. His jaw clenched together as he nodded once, rubbing the stubble on his chin. 

“Ya know baby, somethin’ just tells me that isn’t the complete truth.“You wanted male attention so bad you were whorin’ yourself around down there in front of anyone who’d look at you for 5 fuckin’ seconds.” His belt was beginning to come undone and you knew what was going to happen. “Joel..baby, please I’m sorry I-”

“Shut your fuckin’ mouth. Stay still. Since I’m such an old man and can’t remember jack shit, count for me baby. If you fuck up, I’ll start over.” He straddles the back of your thighs and moves your panties up out of the way, smacking your ass hard. 

“O-one.” A grunt leaves his mouth after you start counting. His big hand comes down again, smacking the same spot, already red. You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut, whimpering at the pain.

“Two-o.” Your voice shutters. 

Joel’s hand collides with your ass cheek once more. “You’ll learn one of these times not to be a smart ass to me, baby doll.”

“Fuck, Joel- three.” You can feel the welt starting to form. 

You can hear him laughing behind you as he anchors you to the bed more, the pain making your ears ring. Joel spanks you again, the roughest he’s done it yet. 

Your mouth drops in agony and tears start to fall down your face. 

“F-fou-r.” The silent sobs slowly start to leave your lips. 

His other hand comes by your face and ever so gently wipes the tears spilling from your pretty eyes and down your cheeks.

“Cryin’ won’t get you out of this baby girl. You wanted to act like a badass, take the punishment that follows. Got it?”

You couldn’t muster up anything other than, “Y-yes.” 

“Yes, what? Say it.” 

You swallowed harshly and took a deep breath before answering.

“Yes, sir.” 

The hot sensation on your ass cheek was spreading all over your body, the sting from his hand cracking your flesh again made you wince, begging for him to stop. 

“Ahh-five.” You seemed to have been losing your voice, only able to squeak out the number rattling in your brain. 

Instead of cracking you again, Joel rubs where he’s been spanking you and groans. 

“Have you learned your lesson you fuckin’ brat? Gonna be a good girl for me now?” He leans down and whispers in your ear.

You lay there still and unable to speak, a small nod was the only way you could answer. Joel reaches in front of your face and clears your vision of your hair and kisses your cheek roughly. “I dunno princess, think I might have to punish you some more.” His evil chuckle vibrated against your cheek as he kissed it again. 

Without a single word more, Joel laid over the top of you with your arms pinned against your back and you began to wiggle. 

“Take this fuckin’ cock baby. You want attention so bad, so stupid for cock, well here it is. Stay still.” He yanks down your panties and spits on his fingers before shoving his hand between your thighs as you squirm, his fingers starting at your soaking wet cunt all the way back to your asshole. 

The pre-cum leaking from the slightly swollen red tip was spread around the head before Joel rammed his cock so far inside your aching entrance. You mule out and he covers your mouth roughly, yanking you against his chest. 

“Shut the fuck up, they don’t need to know how good I fuck you. Shut that pretty mouth up before I put it to use.” He growls and starts to thrust inside you, ramming into your cervix in no time. The rough hold on your mouth makes your cries and moans so muffled but just audible enough for Joel to hear. 

“So damn wet for me princess, knew you like when I spank ya like that. Such a nasty little thing f’me. Think those assholes downstairs could fuck you like I do?” A rough kiss against your neck makes your eyes roll back and whine out, needing him to split you open from the inside. His calloused hand still covers your mouth and you shake your head in disagreement. 

“Use your big girl words baby.” Joel grunts and uncovers your mouth, grabbing your waist roughly and thrusts into you harder. 

You whimper and bite your lip and tilt your head back, looking deep into his dark brown eyes that were hungry for you. “No, sir. I don’t think they could ever fuck me the way you do. Your big fucking dick ramming into me and making me scream while you try to fit the whole thing inside me.” You could see your words were getting him somewhere, a small smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth. 

He digs his fingers into the skin on your hip more and pounds into you, his skin smacking against yours. Joel was a grunter and wow did it turn you on. His teeth clenched, he moans your name and cusses at the end of it, tossing his head back to keep himself together. 

“I would’ve taken you right on that damn poker table and made you suck my cock in front of them if you woulda kept it up baby. You wanna act like a whore in front of ‘em, I’ll treat you like one. Would you’ve wanted to suck my cock with them watchin’?” He asks, pinching your nipple under his work shirt that was stuck to your body. 

“I would’ve done whatever you wanted, sir. I promise, sir I will do anything for you.”

He growls and bites your earlobe teasingly before licking it and the shell of your ear.

“You’re a crazy little bitch for me aren’t ya?”

“I-I’m so close sir, fuck don’t stop.” You whine and he shoves your head down into the bed, groaning loudly. 

“No baby, bad girls don’t get to cum. You better not or I’ll spank you harder than before. D’you want me to spank you much harder than the last time, angel?” Your body was aching to cum, the mascara you applied hours ago now smeared and running down your cheeks. 

“No, sir.” The tears pricking your eyes as you could feel your orgasm just sitting in your stomach wanting to be released all over Joel’s cock. 

He groans louder and pushes your head down to keep still while he drives his cock balls deep in you, slowing up as he’s bracing himself for the end of his fun. 

Joel gives your ass a few more good smacks and you have to squeeze your legs shut to keep yourself from cumming. He wasn’t fair for making you hold it, he liked seeing you helpless. 

“Gonna fill this little pussy full so you don’t forget who you belong to, you got that?” His hand wraps around your throat as he engulfs you in his arms, fucking you sloppy until he’s panting like a dog in your ear. “Fuck baby doll-fuck- I’m gonna-a cum-ah-fuc-” Joel’s hot stream shoots inside you as he grunts loudly, grabbing a handful of your hair in the midst of fucking his load deep in your hole. 

Your pussy squelches and you can feel your clit just screaming to get some attention, some relief. Joel's breaths regulate once more and he lays there behind you kissing your shoulder and back softly. “Maybe next time you won’t be a brat huh?” He chuckles and gets up to go to the bathroom, wetting a washcloth for you. He cleans you up and your eyes get heavy, sleep creeping up on you. Joel kisses your forehead, whispering in your ear, “Get some rest baby. I’ll be back up soon. Maybe I’ll let you cum then.” 

[reiderwriter]

Hii~ First of all I love your writing!

Now about the request... I really wanted one where Spencer is dating a painter who has the personality of a black cat (we all know that our Reid is a total golden retriever type) and everyone thinks that she is the dominant one of the couple since she has this more punk/alternative style, but the team couldn't be more wrong! A soft!Dom Spencer makes her obey and yield every time! ~thank u

A/N: Thanks so much for the request! I can definitely see myself making a part two for this if enough people are interested!! For now though, enjoy! ~✨

Warnings: mentions of public sex, BDSM roles, mentions of using dog collars in a sexual way, mentions of creampie.

Here's my masterlist and requests are open!~

“I can’t believe we’re finally meeting your mystery girl tonight, Reid. You’ve been so quiet about her, we’d have never even known if Penelope hadn’t hacked your phone on a hunch.” Emily laughed at the man from her perch at the bar, raising her glass in a cheers with her fellow agents. 

“I’m not too sure she really exists, you know. I know what my baby girl said but the kid graduated from MIT, and we know texts can be doctored,” Morgan teased from the other side of the younger man. 

In response, he simply rolled his eyes and let them continue their fun and games. He’d known the two agents for long enough to know that their teasing was loving, if not entirely warranted. He’d only kept you a secret because you’d asked him to, having wanted to make a good first impression on them. He’d have gladly shouted your name from the rooftops, but you were on the shy side sometimes. 

“Oh you’re just jealous. You want me to help you take a little honey home tonight, Derek?” Emily turned on the other man this time and Reid breathed a sigh of relief that the attention was finally off of him.

“I am perfectly capable of collecting all by myself, thank you very much.” He turned an amused eye out to the rest of the bar, surveying the women in the bar like a predator looking or it’s next victim. 

“What about that one? She good enough for the Derek Morgan?” Spencer glanced up at where she was pointing at the same time as the aforementioned male did and did his best to repress his smile. Emily had glanced to the door, where you stood, outfitted in a tight black dress, chunky thigh high boots and a stoic expression. You’d carefully washed all the paint that usually adorned your hair and face away, armouring yourself in red lipstick and dog collar choker, letting the look speak for itself. 

“Now that is a nice piece of work, but not exactly what I’m into, sweet cheeks. I prefer my ladies a little bit less wild. A little more compliant if you pick up what I’m putting down.” 

“Coward. Dominant women are more fun, right Reid?” Emily smiled back at the other man, but he was looking past the two of them waving to you. 

“Oh great, you’re here. Emily, Derek I want you to meet my girlfriend, Y/N.” He grabs your hand and leads you the rest of the way to where they were standing, the grin on his face widening exponentially as the two splutter, praying to god that you didn’t just hear the tail end of their conversation about you. 

“Hi, great to meet you. And yes, Emily, I agree. Dominant women do seem to have a lot of fun,” you winked at the woman a little bit and let your boyfriend excitedly drag you over to the bar to buy you a drink. 

Recovering first, Emily pulled herself back into the barstool she’d recently vacated, and started asking you questions. 

“So, how did you guys meet?” 

“At the library actually. I was there installing a mural, and I saw him and decided I had to have him.” You smiled fondly up at your boyfriend, as he rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink. You’d perched yourself between his legs, leaning your entire bodyweight back into his chest possessively, as he trailed a light hand over your waist. 

“You’re a painter? Wow, that’s so wonderful.” 

“Yeah, that’s the dream anyway. I also work part time at an art gallery downtown to help pay the bills. It’s where he tracked me down, so it worked out pretty well, I guess.” 

“Tracked you down?” Morgan asked. 

“Yeah, after our first… run in, I forgot to give him my number.” 

“Run in? You said you met at the library, what else did you do if you forgot to swap numbers?” Emily laughed, half-heartedly, then stopped as soon as she saw the smug grin on your face paired with the awkward panicked expression on Reid’s. 

“Shut up. No way, wait I don’t even want to hear this.” 

You smiled up at the man, knowing that the way his two coworkers were imagining that first meeting was probably the exact opposite of how it had gone. Sure, you’d told the truth about approaching him first, but that was the extent of your control of the situation. You’d gone over to ask for his number, find out his name and ask if he was single. You’d returned to work an hour later with sore knees, no panties and a load of his cum dripping down your inner thighs. 

He hadn’t even allowed you to give him his number, just promised that he’d find you again, and vanished from the library bathroom stalls you’d christened in sin with a lingering kiss on your lips and a whisper of “good girl.” You’d fallen for him hard, and you never wanted to get back up. 

“Wow. And he was so desperate to find you again that he followed you to work. We taught you better than that, Reid, come on. You’re going to freak out the ladies if you come on that strong.” Morgan began teasing the man, ruffling his hair, and you bit your tongue to stop the laughter from exploding from your mouth. 

You knew from your appearances that people often came to the wrong conclusions about how you and Reid were as a couple. Your style was more alternative, though not as intense as you’d been in high school, and his was more preppy nerd, but you balanced each other out well. You knew that it irked him sometimes though. And whenever he was pissed, he took it out on you in the best way. 

After a few hours in the bar getting to know Morgan and Prentiss, and the two other lovely ladies who had arrived later, JJ and Penelope, Reid’s grip on your waist tightening made it clear that it was time for you to go home together. 

“I think we’re going to head out now, guys. I’ll see you in the office on monday.” He said and moved off, but you wanted to see how far you could push it tonight, wanting to see the lengths he would take to not show his teammates that they had vastly misunderstood your relationship. 

“But Spence, I just met them. I wanna talk some more,” you smirked up at him now, and saw his jaw clench. You were thankful you’d work the dog collar choker tonight, the thought of him grabbing it to yank you away making you squeeze your thighs together for some much needed friction. 

“We’re going now, baby. Come here.” You ignored the order for another second, and you could feel the heat in his gaze, and the curiosity in his friends as they watched this struggle between you. 

“Sweetie, did you hear me, I said we’re going now?” This time, you knew he wasn’t playing anymore, so with a quick “yes, sir,” you pushed yourself out of your seat and practically skipped over to him, a delighted grin on your face. He cupped you neck, wanting desperately to pull you in by the neck but choosing restraint instead, and brushed his lips to yours. Whenever he kissed you like that, it meant you’d caused trouble, and you knew you were going to spend the night paying for it. 

“Bye-bye, everyone, it was so nice to meet you,” you called as he led you out of the doors and into the carpark. 

“What the hell was that?” Penelope was the first one to crack, the others jaws still dropped to the floor. 

“Did she just call him sir?” JJ laughed in incredulity. 

“But-but I could’ve sworn they were…” Emily blubbered and the four of them sat there staring at the door, realising that they had underestimated their resident genius a little bit too much. 

[caelivir]

rayne ames relationship hcs (part ii)

— WARNING: creepy behavior from a guy but that’s it

— author’s note. i feel like the author’s note from when i posted this doesn’t apply anymore, but anyway, this is part two but isn’t actually because i lost the first part when i accidentally deleted my account… again im so sorry. ALSO!! the writing is a little different bc i’m cringing rereading my old stuff. (how did u guys let that slide)

— HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK YOU TO @mikadzukis FOR SAVING MY OLD HCS I AM INDEBTED TO U!!!!

rayne ames loves dates with you. he loves them.

but he especially loves picnic dates

you introduced him to the idea on one of his days off

you promised it wasn’t going to be draining because you knew being a visionary is a taxing job

so he agreed

and he loved it

spread across the red and white checkered picnic blanket are plates of grapes, cheese, and sandwiches. two goblets of iced tea rest on top of a wooden board so they can remain balanced.

rayne’s large hands support his weight as he leans back onto the blanket. the half-blonde cranes his neck to stare up at the leaves. rays of sunlight peek through slivers of space between them. a butterfly flutters its wings above him.

“rayne!” you call for his attention.

your lover hums as a reply before directing his eyes toward you, offering his full attention.

“i made something for you.” you speak, grabbing for another basket on the blanket. you lift up the cover, reaching carefully inside it. you pull out a cake platter and set aside the lid that protected the dessert residing on it.

“it’s a cake!” you continue with a smile. “this is the first time you’ve been off in a while so i thought i could make a cake to celebrate! i even decorated it with some bunnies!”

a small grin grows on the visionary’s face. he pushes himself up. rayne takes the platter out of your hand and gently places it on a free board on the blanket. you’re caught in surprise as his arms wrap themselves around your waist. his head finds warmth in the crook of your neck.

“thank you.” he whispers.

rayne’s protective of you

he knows you’re capable of fighting your own battles, but there are certain situations where he just had to take care of it

if someone’s saying things about you or harassing you, he isn’t going to tolerate that

the entirety of easton knows not to mess with you, because messing with you means messing with rayne, and no one wants to put themselves through that

he’s already scary enough as is so all it takes is a couple of threats for the person to leave cowering in fear

you wait outside of the café as rayne uses the restroom. people of all ages each other as they navigate their ways theough marchétte street. one of them approaches you, but it’s not rayne.

“so what’s a fine thing like you doing alone here in the street.” a guy smirks, trailing his eyes up and down your body. you shift uncomfortably. he’s definitely a few years older than you and inches taller than rayne. a single line cuts through his right cheek, indicating his level of magic.

you swallow down an anxious gulp before speaking. “i’m with my boyfriend.”

“tell me gorgeous,” the man’s hand travels down the path of your jaw. you’re disgusted by his touch. “does your boyfriend like to share?”

“i really think you should go.” you respond firmly, shoving the grimy hand away from your face.

the guy chuckles, raising his hands in defense. “no need to get aggressive, sweetheart! i just want to know!”

“and who the hell are you?” a familiar deep voice says from behind you. you turn around to discover rayne, and your eyes light up at his appearance. you’re well acquainted with the detachment and chilling coldness of rayne’s gaze, but now, there’s a fire behind them.

rage.

he’s pissed.

recognition becomes evident in the man’s face, and it dawns on him that he just messed with a divine visionary’s lover, but before he can retreat, rayne steps in front of you. he yanks your harasser down to your level. you don’t know what the half-blonde says, but it’s clear that it sparks fear into the features of the other man. once rayne’s finishes with him, he apologizes profusely before running away in the opposite direction.

the anger behind rayne’s eyes fade; they soften when he finds your gaze. “are you okay.”

you grin. “yeah, now that you’re here.”

rayne lets you wear his robes

whenever you hang out in his dorm, your first instinct is to go through his closet and take them

when you first did it, he was going to protest

but you looked so cute i. them that he decided to let it slide

you especially like wearing them when you nap

though you wearing his robes does pose some problems for him from time to time

“you’re late,” orter points out from his seat at the table. his fingers slide the frame of his glasses up his nose. “and where’s your visionary robe?”

rayne strolls past the desert came, not bothering to answer for his actions. he didn’t want to admit—especially to orter of all people—the reason behind his missing robe.

this morning, just as he was almost ready to leave for the divine visionary meeting, rayne realized that he was missing his robe. the half-blonde searched ever crevice of his dorm but to no avail. rayne sighed, reaching the conclusion that you accidentally took it.

yesterday, he had to run a quick errand while you were napping. upon his return, rayne discovered that you had left. you scribbled a message on a notepad, explaining that you didn’t want to keep intruding. you were probably too tired to realize that you had his war robe in your possession.

rayne could waste any more time making a trip to your dorm. it was a bit of a distance from his. the best decision at the moment was to let you have it and attend the meeting without it.

that is how he ended up in this situation, late and stuck sitting next to ryoh.

“y/n has your robe, don’t they?” ryoh teases in a whisper. for some reason, ryoh had discovered rayne’s relationship with you. whenever the two visionaries crossed paths, his senior never fails to mention you.

the sword cane doesn’t respond. “that’s a yes, isn’t it?” ryoh continues with a shit-eating grin. he pokes the arm of the boy next to him

rayne inhales. gods, he was not going to hear the end of this.

whenever you and rayne are apart due to his job as divine visionary, you communicate through letters sent by owls

he talks about the places he’s at and shit talks the people he doesn’t like

you tell him about you classes and how things are back at the academy, especially things going on within the adler dorm

and you occasionally give him updates on finn because you know deep down rayne cares about him

an owl lands on the sill of the open window of rayne’s temporary room. the animal clamps down on an browned envelope placed in its beak. rayne approaches the bird, and it drops the letter into his hands before flying off.

the mattress of the bend sinks under rayne’s weight when he sits on it. he unfolds the piece of parchment in his hands unsealing the envelope. his eyes scan down the letter that reads:

dear rayne,

how’s your trip? i hope nothing’s gone bad. things back at easton have been the same as usual, but it’s not that fun without you here.

classes are boring, but that’s nothing new. i might rip my brain out. i’ve been baking to try and cope. by the way, when you get back, you have to try this cheese tart i made. i had your brother and a friend of his try them. they seemed to like it a lot. i don’t know the name of the kid yet, but he wants me to make cream puffs next time. he says they’re a lot better than cheese tarts so you’ll have to try those too.

speaking of finn, he’s doing extremely well. he’s making lots of friends which is really nice to see. he always seems nervous to talk to me though. am i intimidating or something. i don’t think i am. unless you’ve been saying some things about me then i think we’re gonna have a problem…

gods, i miss you so much. come back soon. i’ll be waiting for you always. take care of yourself and don’t stress too much. i love you.

- y/n

p.s. please get me a souvenir. thank you! i love you, again.

rayne stands up, finding a sheet of paper and a quill. he pulls out a chair by a table. a slight smile flashes on the visionary’s face as he writes back to you—his home.

[modanisgf]

APPLE CIDER , HUH YUNJIN

☆ SUMMARY— you met yunjin at a beabadobee concert and never went back, being attached at the hip. though as you start to develop feelings for her, you realize she’s been hiding something from you. something that you couldn’t live with.

☆ PAIRING(S)— non!idol huh yunjin x fem!reader

☆ WARNING(S)— some angst, profanity

☆ GENRES— right person wrong time, wlw, miscommunication, forbidden love, yunjin is a bit toxic i am now realizing! (erm..)

☆ A/N— for my number one pookie @jayjj7 🙏 thank u for being my friend 🫶🫶🫶 you are so funny and thank u for making me laugh sm also i promise it gets good at the end guys.. i also actually dk a lot about cupid so pls dont comment on how accurate that part is

☆ WC— 1.5k

MASTERLIST

if you were being entirely honest with yourself, you’ve loved huh yunjin since the day you met her. the way she helped you when you were at your lowest, being the only person to even look at you.

yunjin was perfect in all ways but one, and you’re starting to catch on. she had been rather distant lately, giving you short replies and even going as far to leave you on read.

you weren’t sure what sparked this, it happened randomly one day and ever since you’ve felt different. the days seemed longer and more boring without yunjin to light them up, but you still made it through just barely.

one night though, you woke up to a loud ringing. cursing at yourself for forgetting to put your phone on silent, you picked up your phone and answered not checking the contact before.

“hello?” you say, yawning.

“y/n?” yunjin says her voice woke you right up, the shock making you sit up.

“yunjin?” you say, confused.

“why are you calling me this late?”

“i need to tell you something, can you meet me at our spot soon? it can’t wait i’m sorry.”

“i’ll be there.” is all you say before hanging up, quickly making an effort to get ready.

you weren’t sure why you agreed, considering yunjin hadn’t even taken the time out of her day to speak to you until now. but you’re soon reminded of your love for the girl, the thought making you sigh.

finally, you finish getting ready, leaving your house and making your way down your street heading for the lake you and yunjin would always visit.

the two of you could spent hours there just talking, the memories flooding in as you thought about the place.

pushing them back, you stopped at the front of the lake once you saw yunjin. you could recognize her face from a mile away, her bright red hair always making you laugh remembering the night she dyed it.

“y/n does it look bad?” she asks, looking horrified at you over the phone.

“no yunjin it looks good.” you say, barely containing your laughter.

“why are you laughing then?!”

“you’re so cute.”

yeah, you hated how good your memory was.

yunjin must’ve heard your footsteps, the girl turning around to meet your eyes waving to you timidly.

you walked over to her, taking a seat next to her. the tension was evident between you two, considering this was the first time you were around each other in weeks.

"where have you been?” you ask quietly.

“dealing with some things but—“ she replies.

“why didn’t you tell me?” you say, the anger you felt previously coming back.

“there’s more to it y/n.” yunjin sighs.

“yunjin i’ve told you everything, i’m sure that i won’t be mad if you just communicate with me.” you say, your hand reaching out for hers as she interlocks them.

“are you sure?” yunjin says quietly, making you more nervous.

“i’m sure.”

“y/n i love you, i’ve loved you since forever now and i want to be yours.” yunjin says, holding your hand tightly now.

your eyes light up, “why didn’t you just tell me? i’m in love with you too, i thought it was obvious.”

“that’s not exactly the issue though i just—“ yunjin pauses, thinking about her word choice carefully.

“we can’t be together.” she says finally, making you drop her hand.

“huh?”

“we can’t be together y/n, and it’s not right for me to keep this from you anymore.”

“what the hell are you talking about?”

yunjin flinched at your tone, moving away from you a bit in order to give you space. she bit her tongue, thinking of ways to explain this situation.

the truth is yunjin was here to help y/n find love, not have her fall in love with her and yunjin reciprocate the feeling. yunjin was never truly meant to become this close to y/n, and for weeks now her ‘boss’ had been sending her angry messages.

she had been gone too long from her post, other people needing her help were waiting for cupid to come into their lives and assist them. but the tale was slowly disappearing, as yunjin was gone.

yunjin was set to go home the next morning, so she had to explain this quickly. she didn’t know why she didn’t just spend her last days with y/n, and she knew how much regret she would be feeling as she left. she chose to ignore that for now, refocusing on you.

the silence was very long on your end, but it broke as you saw yunjin look at you again. her eyes boring into yours, yunjin not noticing how furious you looked.

“we were never meant to fall in love, i was supposed to help you find love.” yunjin says, leaving you confused.

“what do you mean? yunjin you sound so stupid right now—“ you say, thinking she was messing with you.

“i’m serious y/n,” she deadpans, “we aren’t allowed to date.” she says firmly.

“who isn’t allowing you?” you ask.

yunjin didn’t think this through at first, realizing the concept of cupid was just a myth in your eyes only making it harder for you to take her seriously.

“my dad,” yunjin lies not wanting to drag this out, “he isn’t fond of me being in a relationship right now.”

you look at her with sympathy, apologizing soon after.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have been so rude—“ you rant on, yunjin cutting you off.

“it’s fine y/n, but there’s another thing. i leave tomorrow morning.” yunjin says.

“to where?” you ask, wondering so many different things.

why the hell was yunjin dropping all of this on you now? you could’ve spent her last week together, but instead she decided to ghost you. in short, you were frustrated with her immensely. you didn’t like how she had you wrapped around her finger, and you should’ve never accepted her invite to the lake.

“i’m just moving, my parents wanna move up north.” yunjin says, looking down.

it was obvious she was lying, but you chose to ignore it. at least she was saying something to you now, instead of leaving you on read for days on end not even bothering to respond ever.

“mhm.” was all you could say, not really sure what else to.

“yunjin, are you gonna tell me why you’re really leaving?” you ask, noticing how fast she tenses up.

she definitely thought she had you, the thought making you roll your eyes.

“i can’t, you wouldn’t understand-“

“just tell me, it doesn’t matter if i do or not i want to know the truth.” you say firmly.

yunjin sighs taking a long pause, “y/n, we can’t date because i’m not supposed to be yours.”

“we weren’t even supposed to meet, but i felt differently about you when i first saw you.” yunjin says.

“when i was crying at concert..?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood a bit. you smile when you see yunjin laugh a bit.

“yeah..” yunjin says, reminiscing.

“i’ll never forget that night.”

“i promise you if it was up to me i would take every chance i could to be yours, i’d love you until the end of time.” yunjin starts, “but unfortunately it couldn’t be that way, and i have to leave soon to help others.”

“i’m cupid.” she finishes.

“cupid?”

“yes, i was meant to pair you up with someone at that concert.” yunjin says, quietly.

“yunjin, and you never thought to tell me this at least a week before you have to go back?” you ask.

yunjin takes a deep breath before replying, the tension in her muscles leaving her feeling uneasy.

“i just didn’t think you would love me back, i thought i could just leave and forget about my feelings but i didn’t realize until recently that you felt the same.” yunjin says.

“yunjin, you make it so hard to not love you.” you say, holding her face in your hands now.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i’m so sorry that we never get to be with each other.” yunjin says, looking straight into your eyes.

“it’s not your fault jin, i forgive you.”

“can i hold you before you go?”

“please.”

the two of you spent a while at that lake in silence, as you fell asleep with yunjin in your arms. secretly you wished that she would be there when you woke up, knowing well she wouldn’t.

you felt empty when you woke up, yunjin’s presence not being there. you stared out at the rising sun, before you notice a little note in front of you.

‘i’ll always love you.’ it read, with no signature. but you knew who wrote it, not even needing to think twice.

you’ll always think about huh yunjin, no matter how much time passes. she just meant that much to you, a girl you met a concert during your worst. you’ll miss her for decades, moving on never working.

wishing you weren’t stuck on someone you couldn’t have, someone you wouldn’t even be able to see ever again.

you missed her so bad, and it hurt so bad knowing you were never going be with her.

[izaanagi]

lowk who do u think in haikyuu would get freaky in one of those red telephone boxes in the uk cuz i was in london a few weeks ago and randomly thought of it 🤔

If there you wouldn’t expect is for Miya Osamu, very diligent, very demure owner of one of the most successful business in Japan, to become such a different person as he steps into another continent.

And yet, Osamu is simply transforming in front of your eyes; he kisses you on your lips whenever he looks at you, his hands are always somehow touching you and the look in his eyes is that of a famished predator that has finally ogled his perfect prey.

However, it all comes to its peak as you’re walking down the streets in London, dusk long settled - and one of those old red telephone booths comes into view.

“Have you ever been inside one of those?” Osamu asks, his nose touching your jaw as he turns towards you.

“No, never. I did not have the chance,” you answer, just shrugging, thinking nothing of it. But when a small grin appears on Osamu’s face, you know there is something wrong.

“C’mon,” he tugs at your wrist, making you following him right to the booth, and inside. There are only a couple people walking by, and Osamu loses no time by kissing you on your mouth, your bodies touching from top to bottom in the tight space.

It’s not the first time you guys make out in public, but Osamu’s hands are travelling over your shirt, carefully avoiding your breasts. But then he veers off course and his mouth simply plummets towards your collarbone, sucking and licking hard enough for a hickey to form instantly.

“Hey, big boy, why don’t we get home and continue whatever you want to do to me?” You ask, unsure of what’s going on Osamu’s mind as his hand finally ventures underneath the fabric of the shirt, cold against your skin.

He is nose deep in your cleavage as the words, “Don’t wanna,” leave his mouth, and he’s already unclasping your bra. Shuffling around, Osamu’s head is beneath your shirt, your right nipple getting twisted in his mouth and your left at the mercy of his hand’s ministrations. He tugs and turns, twirls and squeezes as his teeth clamp on your sensitive spot, licking your rock bud, tugging and then lapping at it.

“Osamu,” you call. All he does is to suck harder, your breath hitching. He switches to your left nipple to be played with, while his hand is already venturing further down, first on your hips and then your ass. He grabs a handful to press you against himself even better, his erection evident in his pants. “Osamu,” you call again.

Yet all he does is push his knee between your legs, opening them enough so that his hand can go and knead your pussy above your pants. You clamp your hand on his, trying to stop him from getting you an orgasm out in public. “Hey, Osamu, I don’t think it’s appropriate for us to do it here.”

Osamu takes his head out of the shirt, your nipples getting the full brunt of the cold wind, making them painfully harder.

“Why not?” He smiles.

“It’s…,” you blush.

“It’s what?” He teases, stealing a kiss.

“Improper,” you finish.

Yet his hand is still on your pussy, his fingers working to put the zipper down, and move away your pink panties and find your clit to rub at it.

“I want to see you try and walk home with your panties wet with cum,” he whispers, shame nowhere to be seen.

“How are you gonna walk with that boner between youe legs?”

All he does is pressing your hand against himself, heat already attaching itself as vapor at the windows of the booth. “You can fix it,” he smirks.

Then it’s only a battle of glances as he continues stimulating your pussy and kissing you to make your capitulate.

“You’re a sly, shameless bastard,” you chide you, as his stiff cock makes contact with your hand and he hisses. The pre cum helps your hand slide up and down, and it’s so stupid, yet liberating as you see his orgasm build up in his eyes and the twitches of his cock as you works up, already two fingers in deep.

“And you love for it,” he responds, seeking the drop of pleasure before both of you come crashing to the reality of what you’ve just done.

[lovelykil]

Dude you gotta make a Kyle version of him with a horny reader 🤭🤭 I was blushing the whole time reading the Kenny one

I couldn't decide on a song so you have both 💁🏾‍♀️

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; horny reader dating Kyle

cw; nsfw :33

note; I was thinking abt making one for him after Kenny cs yes. I feel like I kinda got carried away with this 😭 but anyway ⤵

How the hell did he even managed to bag such a horny mf, while him, himself isn't really a horny guy 😭?

Okay well it sorta went like this

Before dating you guys were close friends (yes I always do the friend thing cs I can, u can't stop me)

You two were always together, he liked being around you so much Stan took notice, he got very jealous for a few weeks till he realized Kyle was crushing HARD on you so he had no other choice but to get over his childish behavior and root for his best friend

Now you on the other hand were also crushing hard on this dork, you found him funny, cute, silly, tall.. very tall oh lord

He's a whooping 6'1 or 6'2, he towers you. And god did that do it for you.

You liked looking up at him whenever he'd talk, listening to his (somewhat) deep voice (he has like a high pitched voice but still has a deep voice😭) while fantasizing about him pinning your small figure down to the sheets of your bed.

His slightly large slender pale hands traveling to your thighs, caressing them slowly as he goes down to look into your eyes, he gives you a warm smile before making contact with your lips he looks back at you for some consent. Once you nod your head he connects his cherry flavored lips with yours, holding your face carefully whilst he's in between your legs.

"And then– Y/n? Are you listening? Y/n!"

"Huh?? Oh what- what did you say? Sorry.."

You are not sorry. You want him to top your small body, hovering ontop of you and thrust his length deep inside you as he praises you for taking him so good.

uhhmm anyway 😋..

Long story short one day you got the balls to ask him out, ask your bestfriend out.

At FIRST you were going confess to him over text.. but then you didn't wanna be a pussy, he was special, too special to send a lousy confession text to. You wanted him to see your genuine feelings for him in person, so that's exactly what you did.

After like 10+ failed attempts to tell him cause you were too nervous.

You fantasize about him fucking you but can't tell the man you LIKE him?

Oh my god

Literally after school came and you were just going to give up when he approached you, his shakey hands latching onto your shoulders in a nervous mess.

"Uhh Kyle are you okay?"

"Look I LIKE you, I like you alot, and I- uhm- I.."

"Oh my gosh- I like you too, please just shut up and kiss me now, like.. right NOW."

he took a moment to process before kissing you.

He's so CUTEE, his lips did infact take like cherry lip balm.

Now you two were together.. all the things you imagined with him...

Kyle did not know what he got himself into LMAO

It's cause you never mentioned any sexual stuff before well I mean sometimes you did, laughed and shit but it wasn't something he wouldn't think much of. Until now.

Oh wow you were now so uncontrollably horny around him, asking for a kiss 24/7 putting his hand in between your legs whenever you guys sat next to each other, whispering nasty stuff into his ear that made his face red as tomato.

It drives him CRAZY, (the good and bad mostly good or..)

There was this one time you sent him something very questionable, which meant something likeee nudes.

You sent him nudes.

It was just for funnsiez 🤷🏾‍♀️

He was all excited that you texted him back too then all of a sudden he opens his phone to see a very explicit picture of yourself in your favorite lingerie or something, he'd never turned red so fast setting his phone down in a HEART BEAT.

btw he was eating dinner with his family.

"Kyle, What'd I say about phones at the table."

"Sorry mom- I..uhm Y/n texted me."

"Oh! What'd she sa-"

"Nothing- she sent nothing. Anyway, this food is REALLY good ma, like woww."

Bro was PANICKING. 😞

Just know Kyle called you later and scolded you well tired he just ended up growing a boner mid-argument when he thought about the picture.

Speaking of boners

He never knew he could get so horny so much around you, just listening to your voice gets him turned on. When he feels it he gets so embarrassed, and guilty.

He loves you for youu but hormones are wild sometimes.

Your hormones on the other hand are insane, you're always horny for him and not afraid to tell him or even show him. You love him for him of course but GOD you just want his slender fingers inside you.

One day you two were watching a movie together in Kyle's room, with the exception of the door being opened by at least 3 inches.

Shelia doesn't mind your company she's grown a liking to you, but leave 2 teenagers alone in a bedroom and.. yeah so there was no arguing about that

But do you really think 3 INCHES was going to stop you?

No.

:3

During the movie your mind was else where, thinking about the most erotic scenarios with your boyfriend as possible, you could feel your pussy throb in your clothed panties. Your breath grew hot, as you leaned on Kyle your thighs rubbed against each other trying to relieve yourself a little but it wasn't enough.

Kyle took notice of your constant squirming, his hands finding its way around your waist slowly he then asked what was wrong in a low concerned whisper.

Once his hands found your waist it was all over from there, the gut wrecking butterflies flew into your stomach fluttering their way downward. You sat up and turned your body around to face him.

"I need to suck your dick right now."

"🧍"

"🧍🏾‍♀️"

"Turn around and watch the movie"

"Kyle- PLEASE"

"No."

"WHY"

"Well one the door is OPEN, two my MOTHER, and three NOOOO"

You took his hand and held it with yours, begging him, he looked at you like you were damn crazy, but blushing like crazy cause what the hell 😭

"Please I swear I'll be fast, I just desperately need you right now Kyle.."

Oh wow that did it for him, your whines and pleas for him made him hard.

He looked at you then at the door, his head screamed no but his body ached for your touch. He looked at you and sighed he held onto your hand pulling you toward him.

He neared your ear going in to whisper something.

"Alright, be a good girl and get on your knees for me, okay?" He leaned away, still holding onto your hand once he saw your face he slightly smirked, even though he was actually dying from embarrassment inside he knew it worked when he saw the flushed and yet shocked expression on your face when he pulled away.

"Woah- how'd you.. like-"

"You liked that didn't you?" He leaned close to you, growing slightly more confident.

You giggled stupidly, getting lost in his voice you loved, moving in.

"Yeah a bit, do it againn."

"Be a good girl and kiss me, yeah?"

"Okay yeahh." Kyle chuckled his smile going into the kiss, you smiled as well but soon stopping from the now serious make-out session starting. He let you lay him down slowly onto the pillows, your hand finding his face for the kiss to deepen.

A muffled moan escaped from your mouth right before you pulled away for air, your tounge no longer in touch with his. You panted, sitting on his lap he huffed slowly looking at you in the semi dark room. The only light source was the TV behind you.

"You ready?" You asked, at last catching your breath. He simply nodded, his face a tint pink. You smiled and kissed his nose lastly before going down on him.

Kyle checked the door once more then slipped off his sweat pants, you helping him underneath the blanket. When you came in contact with his boxers you slowly pulled them off and out sprung his member, hard just for you.

You slipped out underneath the blanket with a giggle "You're hard as fuck Ky, you reallyy must want me." You teased.

Kyle looked away with a flushed expression, he shoved you lightly back under the blanket.

"You're the one who got me like this.. asshole."

"You're so cutee."

You lightly tapped on his cock watching it twitch before tucking some hair behind your ear and taking him in. Once you had him in your mouth you bopped your head at a slow pace, your eyes closing. The ginger bit his lip down, his eyes closing on their own from the pleasure he was in.

His hands gripped his sheets when you picked up the pace, he let out a faint moan trying not to make any noise. If you could see his face he looked so cute, his eyes half-lided, mouth slightly agape with hot air escaping from it and some tears stinging his eyes.

He shifted some bit when you took him in whole, your tongue sliding against his dick in such a magnificent way that he couldn't help but whine loud. He held his mouth with his hand quickly after, but still failling to keep his voice down.

He threw his head back, his eyes rolling back he wanted to moan out loud so bad but he couldn't all he could do was try to hold in his pathetic whines from his mom so she wouldn't come into the room.

From below you could hear his muffled moans and whines you could feel yourself burn in heat, your cunt almost dripping. You rubbed yourself to his moans, feeling the euphoria flow inside you as you fingered yourself through your clothed temple.

You continued to suck him off wanting to hear him more even if he had his hand covering his mouth, this whole situation of trying to do sexual acts while his parents are around and trying not to get caught made you excited and hot inside.

As you made your way up and down his dick you felt his hand make its way ontop of your head, he lightly ran his fingers throughout your hair or kept it there hearing him whisper something.

"Oh.. shit you're doing so good y/n.. please keep going baby.." (oh my god)

Once you heard that sentence come from his mouth you blushed hard.. picking the pace up about ready to make this man cum inside your mouth, you wanted to swallow his warm seed and show him just to tell you what a good girl you were for doing so.

But we all can't get what we want now can we?

Some creak foot steps neared towards the door after a few minutes passed by from what Kyle last said that made you explode with butterflies. Despite Kyle being in such immense pleasure to the point his mouth was watering and his eyes tearing up he still kept alert and once he heard that creak he whispered yelled to you to get the HELL up QUICK.

"Y/n HURRY get UP FAST FAST FAST–"

"Whwat? why?" You replied, his dick still in your mouth.

"My MOM"

You suddenly stopped, peeking out of the blanket. "Oh shit."

You immediately rushed out from under the blanket almost falling ontop of Kyle to sit next to him, Kyle pulled up his boxers then his sweats quickly and grabbed his remote to the TV. You hurriedly sat beside him at a reasonable distance watching the TV with Kyle.

Just right when the door opened you had to wipe some spit off your face before setting your hand down fast as Kyle's mom came in, doing the parent check in.

She flipped on the light switch, and saw the two of you sitting next to each other innocently watching TV, acting like you weren't just having her son whine and moan.

"You guys okay here?" She asked, squinting hard at you two. Kyle could practically feel his heart trying to escape from his chest he was so anxious all he could do was give her a thumbs up with a nervous smile. You also gave her a thumbs up, your smile not so nervous but somewhat kinda jumpy.

Shelia nodded her head slowly in approval, "Bedtime is at 10 Kyle, night you two." She stated before turning off the light and closing the door shut. You and Kyle listened to her foot steps slowly fade away before sighing a big relief.

You laughed from being slightly nervous, nudging him in the arm.

"That was close wasn't it?" You joked, feeling your heart race. Kyle just sided eyed you.

"Alright nevermind then.."

You two sat in silence for a second.. like a long second but eventually you heard him sigh, he went underneath the blanket seemingly like he was crawling towards you. You watched in confusion before he peeked out from the blanket in between your legs. His big curly hair getting all messy.

You pulled away the blanket off him to see him clearly.

"What are you doing?" You asked, feeling a smile creep on your face. "I wanna make you feel good now, can I?" He sat up and leaned into you he held your hip with one hand and the other your cheek.

"But I didn't finish-"

"It's okay don't worry about it, I just.. wanna hear you moan from my doing this time." He shyly looked away, he put his hand down.

You felt your heart melt and your pussy throb, damn he could do BOTH.

"Okay whatever you want Ky." You pecked his cheek that brought his attention back to you. He smiled, kissing you quickly then going underneath the sheets. You helped him pull off your pj pants and let him slowly pull of your panties.

"You ready?" He asked you, laying a soft kiss on your stomach.

You nodded your head with a butterfly sick smile.

"I'm readyy."

Most times he deals with your horny self cause it's now normal to him, it makes him blush all the time but he still somehow puts up with it.

Other times he physically ends up putting up with it 🤨

Let's just say this other time.. at a restaurant.

You were sitting by him, doing your usual teasing saying stuff like

"You look soo hot right now, I want your dick in my mouth."

He gives the craziest side eye, his face already red. You giggle to yourself and look through the menu infront of you. You two were waiting for Stan and Wendy to come since it was going to be a double date (Wendy's idea, she thought it would be cute)

Once they came you and Kyle greeted them, you smiled innocently ignoring the obscure thing you just said to Kyle a few minutes ago.

"Hey guys! Glad you came!" Wendy exclaimed, sitting her self down next to Stan. "Babe they were practically forced by you to com–"

"ANYWAY- have you guys ordered yet?" Wendy cut Stan off to which he zipped his mouth with a huff. You shook your head, setting down your menu for a second then putting it back up.

"No we were waiting for you guys so I guess we can order now." Kyle said, going to look at his menu. Wendy nodded her head she then grabbed a menu and shared it with Stan, the both looked at the menu together, distracted.

You decided to make another move, you put your hand on Kyle's thigh soon rubbing it up high to his crotch. Kyle's eyes widen but his eyes still remained on the menu. You snickered, leaning over towards him.

"I want youuu Kylee." You muttered into his ear behind the menu, Kyle closed his eyes as his cheeks redden he was growing extremely nervous and trying to remain calm but holy shit you were making it very.. hard for him.

Suddenly in his last moments were he was about to loose it he had an idea. He looked at you and grinned, leaning down some to tell you something.

"Keep up and watch what happens Y/n." His words sent a shiver down your spine considering how kinda serious and hot he sounded, you were both intrigued and nervous to what he meant you just looked at him a little surprised his eyes went back to his menu, not paying attention to you.

You scoffed, looking at your menu.

What could he possibly do in such a place?

The answer was going to revealed very soon and it was the LEAST thing you expected Kyle to do.

A few minutes went by and everyone had an idea to what their order was, there was small table chat happening you talked a little but soon you tuned out to think about.. other things. As Kyle and Stan laughed you thought about Kyle's hand tracing over your bare stomach making his way downward, he licked the both of his middle and ring finger, slowly sliding them into your temple he leaned into your face and kissed you passionately to block your moans from getting out.

You felt your region throb in your seat, you ached for it to be touched but it would have to wait till later.

You just had to fantasize about something erotic 😒..

You cursed to yourself, stopping your brain from making anymore scenarios. You sighed watching the 3 of them talk and laugh. You looked over at Kyle he seemed to be settling down his laughs, he took a sip from his drink.

Wait when the hell did the drinks get here?

Nevermind anyway, you thought about what he said but soon stopped you just shrugged it off and proceeded to mess with him. You scotted closer towards him, putting your leg over his.

You waited for his reaction but he gave you nothing, you frowned trying something else. An that's when an amazing idea popped in your head (the WORST idea you ever had)

You mindlessly slipped your hand underneath his shirt, rubbing his bare skin. Now he reacted to this. He almost spat out his drink and looked at you stunned.

You looked at him, quickly removing your hand. You shot an innocent smile to him and pretend like nothing happened.

"What?" You asked, knowing damn well what you were doing. Kyle kept a keen eye on you, un amongst to you what he was planning on doing now. He sighed taking his finger towards your region.

You watched in puzzlement to what he was going to do but quickly you knew what he was doing when he started to rub your clit on the outside of whatever you are wearing, it was already wet to the touch when he rubbed it.

He let out a slight snicker to that as you began to mumble words under your breath.

"What.. the fuck.. are you doing Kyle?"

"I told you if you did something, watch what happens. You need to listen." He whispered, his finger hitting your clit hard. You nearly gasped, gripping your menu.

"Hey Kyle you alright?" Stan asked his friend, grabbing his drink. Kyle turned his attention towards him, he then smiled sweetly "Yeah I'm fine anyway what were we talking about?" He said casually, un amongst to the two of them on the other side he was rubbing his girlfriends cunt making you slowly pant in your seat.

"Oh yeah so what are your plans for summer! It's right around the corner. What about you Y/n?" The girl in her purple hat asked you.

Must she had asked you at such a horrible time??

You looked at Kyle he had a smug look, still using two fingers to massage your pussy. You thought he stop, I guess not.

You breathed in trying to act normal, "I uhm I don't- er I don't know-! Maybe.. like.. uhh.. -uhm watching movies or like.. something?? Oh fucking shit." You told her, hoping you came off as normal as possible. You also gave her a wide smile despite her not knowing you were being played with under the table.

You twitched, as she looked at you weird. "Are you okay? You look all twitchy.." Wendy asked, her voice worried. Your fingers tapped on the table quickly, swallowing a large amount of saliva as Kyle's fingers began rub your clit fast, he looked at you with a sly smirk.

"Yeah are you okay Y/n?" Now it was you giving him the side eye.

"Yes.. im.. fine. Mmh.."

You thought you would be enjoying this but god it felt like torture, but it felt so good at the same time.

Now this one of the few ways he puts up with you 😊.

[luvsforloak]

Hands up.

sub!lo'ak x dom!reader

genre: smut

warnings: edging, oral (m), crying (idk if thats a warning lol), i think thats it, lemme know if i missed anything

summary: lo'ak comes back from the war party all bruised up, you are a healer so you need to clean him up. only, in the healers hut wasn't any room anymore. so you guys had to do it in your hut....

He sits in the chair as ur in-between his legs trying to clean the wounds on his inner thigh, “How can you be so stupid to hurt yourself like this?” you ask while cleaning his wounds, “its so stupid,” you say as u put a little more pressure to the wound to hurt him, “and reckless.’’ you do it again as he whines in pain.

“Ahh I didn't mean to ur right it was stupid’’ he says with puppy eyes, waiting for you to forgive him. “Ugh stop looking at me with those eyes.’’ you say as u stare him right back in the eyes. “Sorry ma’am.’’ he says laughing.

You started to move more up his thighs to his wounds close to his loincloth. You were to focused on his wounds to notice his huge boner that was under his loincloth. He quickly tried to cover it with his hands. 

“Ohh i see’’ you say as you look up to his eyes. “no need to be embarrassed.’’ you say as you move his hands away. He looks down at you with his puppy eyes again, “please y/n i beg you.’’ he says as he moves his hands to ur head. You removed his hands from your head, “if were gonna do it. Were gonna do it my way.’’ he nods fastly begging for more.

“Hands up to ur head, now.’’ you say as he does so. He rests his hands behind his head as you start untying his loincloth. His cloth falls to the ground as you quietly gasp at his size. He was bigger then expected. But nothing you havent seen before.

You slowly move your hands from his base, up to his tip, taking your time with him. “Ohh fuck..’’ he says as he throws his head back. You start pumping faster as pre-cum covers his tip. He slowly becomes a moaning mess. You slowly start moving your mouth towards his tip, kitty licking all the pre-cum. 

“More. Please. I need more’’ he starts begging you, it was kinda turning you on. But you were here for him. Not for you. 

You finally took more of him in, as you slowly started bobbing your head. It was all the way back in your throat as you start moaning around him. He removes his hands from his head as he places them on yours. You remove your mouth from his length,

“no. Hands behind your head. If you do that one more time, im stopping’’ you say looking him directly in his eyes, he nodded as he puts his hands back.

While you were still looking him in his eyes, you began sucking again. Making eye contact the whole time. He started moaning louder and louder, “oh shit y/n….’’ tears were almost forming in his eyes. 

“Fuck- im g-gona cu-’’ he couldnt even finish his sentence before you popped off of his length edging him. You walked away from him to a cabinet to grab bandaids, ‘’no, no, no, what are you doing?’’ he says as he covers himself with his hands in embarrassment.

“Im grabbing you some bandaids to finish cleaning your wounds.’’ you said as you walked back to him with the bandaids in your arms. You bend down to get to his legs so you could finish up the wounds. You carefully try and stick them on, until lo’ak starts talking again.

“y/n im begging you. I need more. Please. You cant just leave me hanging like this.’’ he has tears in his eyes, sweat falling from his face, and hes looking absolutely adorable when he begs. 

“No lo’ak. Youre hurt. I need to clean this up.’’ you say sticking the second bandaid on. “Please, youre hurting me now if you dont let me finish.’’ he says with tears falling down his cheeks.  

“Ugh fine.’’

note: this was my first ever smut..... its kinda really bad and cringe. idk why but this shit is so short, its like 600 words. so deal with it. also who wants to be on my taglist?

based of: @downbadforloak 's request!

[kenposting]

You're Protesting the Air?

Summary: The tension between Holland and his client had been building for weeks. You were proud of yourself for keeping your cool - until Healy left you under the care of his partner.

WC: 1.4k

AN: i am sorry but holland is so [redacted] i just want to [redacted] ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!! n e ways thank u for enjoying all my silly little stories!!!!! life has been insane lately but i plan to write more now that im settled again :3

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“And keep the girl safe!” 

“The girl?! I’m a fucking P.I.!” 

The air grew thick with the slam of the door. Holland stood beside you, disheveled as always, but almost different this time. He wasn’t cool or collected and he wasn’t drunk either. He was nervous, which was odd, given that this is maybe the first time this week he wasn’t caught in an active shooting or laid next to a dead pornstar. 

Half of you regretted ever even contacting these guys. You called the number listed on their ad when the last guy that hired you expected something… more than what you agreed to. You were dismissive, figuring he was just some creep. And he was! Until he started following you around. 

Even though you were widely renowned as one of the best (and toughest) private investigators this side of town, your reputation as a young, attractive, easily-kidnappable female was often undeniable – and now, inescapable. Being on your own was no longer enough. 

He watched you carefully, entirely missing his usual cue to quip back following your sigh of frustration. You needed protection from that guy, not from doing your job. You fully intended on letting him have it. 

“This is all your fault, you know!” 

An accusatory finger pointed up in his direction. 

“My fault?!” 

“Yes, hello! Why didn’t you stop him?!” 

“Stop him – you hired him! Hy didn’t you stop him?!” 

“I tried! You watched me try, what, did you miss that too? Just like the numerous times we’ve asked you to stay put, follow this car, pick us up from this spot, don’t fall off the fucking roof, listen to this story about when I shot a guy in a diner – should I continue?” 

“Hey, that’s not fair, he approached me at a time when he should’ve known I wouldn’t be listening, that’s just bad discernment.” 

You watched as his stature towered over you, his hand placed dramatically against his hip (the other in a cast, of course). Even at this volume, stuck in this situation, he wasn’t hostile or threatening at all. He was charming, actually. 

“Oh, good grief, when are you listening?” 

“Right now!” 

If looks could kill he'd be dead right now. You were fucking furious.. He looked good! And it was incredibly annoying. 

“You know what, I can’t take you, March. You stand around all day pretending like you’re doing your job when in reality, if you’d care to join us, you’re just staring at me.” “I am doing my job! Staring at you is my job!” 

“No it’s not, you halfwit! That’s why Healy gave you this stupid fucking task of watching over me – that’s the one thing you can’t possibly fuck up.” 

“Oh yeah? I bet I could!” 

He hesitated after speaking, realizing he wasn’t defending himself any longer and instead proved your point greatly. A gently raised (and very broken) arm buffered the silence as he searched for something else to say. 

“You know what, that’s not fair. You make me nervous and I can’t be quick-witted when I’m nervous. Everyone knows that.” 

“I make you nervous? Is that why you both still treat me like I’m your kid that needs looking after?! You’re only five years older than me, Holland! All I do is worry about you not getting shot to death while you’re busy getting drunk all the time.” 

Pinching the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, you realized it was a little absurd to be upset that they were watching you. That is in fact what you paid them to do. 

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be drunk all the time if you weren’t around to distract me!” 

“Distract you?!” 

“Yeah, distract me! You’re all I can think about and it’s driving me fucking insane!” 

He paused. He did not mean to say that. 

“Is that right?! Well, I’d say it's much more fitting to state the facts here – you’re the one distracting me!” 

“Oh, now I’m distracting you?” 

“Of course you are!” 

He paused, sighing. He was not prepped for this response. 

“Look, I’m just trying to do my job. And I can’t do it with all of–” 

He gestured between the two of you,

“This bullshit! The air is palpable and I won't stand for it!” 

“Well me neither!” 

The two of you were face to face now. He was doubled over to match your height. 

He truly had been distracting you since the second you met him. It wasn’t fair. You hired him to watch your back and all you both did was watch each other, leaving Healy to do all the jobs himself. It wasn’t fair, but he started it! 

He was handsome, though. You didn’t mind paying him to stand there and look pretty. And he really was good at his job when he tried, but that’s not the point. All logic was thrown out the window here, he was on your last fucking nerve and you just had to tell him all about it. 

“So, Holland, since you’re so good at your job, what do you suggest we do about it then?!” 

“Maybe we should just get it over with! There’s clearly pining here of… of the sexual kind and it’s distracting both of us from doing our jobs.” 

“Fine!” 

“Fine!” 

A brief pause, brows furrowed and jaws clenched, sweat beading on his forehead, before the two of you moved towards each other in one swift motion. His hands were large and moved confidently, resting at the small of your back like he’d been mapping it out all day long. Truth be told, he had been. 

His (one good) hand moved, coming up to rest on the right of your face, the precursor to a kiss that had been building for weeks now. It was rushed and intense, but neither of you were complaining. After all, you preferred for this not to take ages, as who knows when his (and your) partner would be returning. 

He was back to his old self almost immediately, like all that had been missing was the confirmation that you wanted this too. He could’ve sworn he caught you looking at him a handful of times. Now he knew for sure, and it filled him up with the same cockiness that had been ever-present long before you hired him. 

Perhaps this was a violation of proper workplace relationship boundaries, but then again, so was the rest of your job. The things the both of you had done were enough to send you straight six feet under, but he fought so hard for the girls that were being killed and exploited on his last case. You read about him in the paper – the same paper that had been clipped and stuck to the fridge he now had you pinned against. 

You grabbed at him, clinging towards anything that could keep you grounded. His shirt was unbuttoned already, his chest heaving against your hand, lips following as you moved to reposition yourself. With one swoop of his (one good) arm, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter. Even placed way high up, he still stood taller than you. 

“You know,” 

He mustered everything within himself to pause for a moment, stepping back from you, blinking. His ears and cheeks were flushed pink and he was eager to continue, but thought it polite to stop and listen. 

“I was never even mad at you I don’t think.” 

He blinked at you again, thinking it so absurd you were trying to actually have a constructive conversation right now. 

“Uh-huh.” 

His lips found your neck. 

“I just wanted to say that. So you don’t think I’m mad at you or anything. Also, I’ve been thinking about this for so long and I just wanted it to be right and–” 

“Sweetheart?” 

Your heart fluttered as you hummed in response. 

“Be quiet. I know.” 

You opened your mouth to protest but were rudely interrupted by the clicking of a lock. Heavy footsteps followed the sound and you were met with Healy stood right there in Holland’s living room. 

“Seriously?” 

You looked at Holland. Holland looked at you. “You guys aren’t done yet? I thought it’d take him, like, five minutes, tops.” 

It occurred to you that the three of you had actually completed your tasks for the day, but that all seemed much less important earlier. You landed on a playful slap of the shoulder towards Holland who had clearly set this all up. 

“You asked him to leave just so you could argue with me?!” 

“What?! No! You really think I would do that!?” 

The two of you were at it again, missing Healy’s eye roll as he stepped back outside, locking the door behind him. 

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[jaetyun]

can we get a kim tae rae as your secret boyfriend😌

Taerae as your secret boyfriend; a thread!

taerae x gn!reader

wc: 1.0k

fluff

a/n: this was a collab w the bestest ever @vie2sie 🫶🫶 check her out if you wanna see more of this!

you guys weren't one of those "private, not secret" relationships. it was FULL ON

your parents were too strict on dating. plus with you were in the popular clique the expectations from everyone had you avoiding relationships

and you were doing well

until ur loverboy showed up.

being caught with the schools most known CHOIR KID was not something taerae wanted for you.

so.. this was ur last resort.

not that you didn't love each other! you just kept it on the low

he would defo give you the most extra attention and affection when you'd finally be alone

according to him, it was his only chance since it "wasnt as often as other couples"

night walks and playing in the kids playground (also at night), was THE ideal meet ups.

and yes taerae would always forget his coat to make u cuddle him for warmth.

"its an accident babe!!" "im bringing a hoodie for you next time" ":("

whenever you both would be in school and he would noticed your signature scent, he'd look down before smiling in his locker idiotically.

if someone caught him being DOWN BAD - like doing exactly that, ^^, he'd say he got an a+ on his latest project (bc you were the best he could get 🤞)

eventually the relationship gets spilled because someone got too touchy!!!!

they would end up making taerae uncomfortable through no personal space, and then in you swoop and just randomly kiss him in front of the confessor

oh well.. so much for a secret!

you should've known better before dragging your shy boyfriend to the biggest school event of the year; hoco.

homecoming! it seemed perfect.. or so you thought.

what started as you would "run into each other" and wanting to "act friendly" became you watching him carefully whenever you guys werent engaged in conversation.

you styled him all cute, and between the way his eyes glistened and hair flowed perfectly, he was undeniably eye candy.

taerae never cared for dressing nicely, comfort over appearance in his book! but for this one special occasion, he allowed you to doll him up.

that was mistake #1. all the people approaching him had your eyes burning holes into the back of his skull.

“earth to y/n??” you peer back to your group of friends, softly smiling. you decided to shrug it off for now. taerae s a big boy, he can handle himself fine! even with the pit in your stomach telling you otherwise, you figured you shouldnt be a helicopter partner. i mean.. you guys arent even public

your patrolling became more scarce as time went on, mistake #2. slowly people turned into person, singular. they were *determined* to bring taerae home that night, which you were oblivious to.

his pleading glances become background noise to the drama your friend was spilling.

*ding ding*

what was that? a text! and its from your boyfriend. you glance his way, where you see that person still at it, touching him a little too often and for a little too long.

his eyes bored into you, as if he was asking you to do something. you sent each other telepathic messages with your expressions, with the conclusion being you’d put an end to their roaming hands.

“sorry, im gonna go get more snacks” you blatantly lied, going the opposite direction of the snack bar.

when you approached the two of them, the girl shared an unsuspecting smile.

“oh, y/n!” you gave a short wave, turning to taerae quickly.

“youve met?” you asked, leaving him to firmly shake his head. “not until this party” you slowly looked him up and down, truly taking in his beauty.

you dont blame her for wanting him, hell who wouldnt when he looks like *that*. you link your elbow with his, closing the gap.

“im glad to see you making new friends!”

“we’ll be more than friends after this~” she chimes, sending him a wink. his polite smile remained, even with the subtly eye twitch only you picked up on.

“oh? i didnt know she was your type” his eyes softened once the two of you made eye contact, his gaze staring at your features.

she scoffed out, crossing her arms and popping a hip.

“can you stop being such a bitch?”

you tilted your head condescendingly, the challenge in your eyes just barely being detected.

“im not being a bitch, am i?” your boyfriend mindlessly shook his head, muttering words of agreement to you. she rolled her eyes, pointing at you accusingly.

“you dont even date! ive been with him *all night* and now youre just.. suddenly into him? dont be jealous.” she clicked her tongue, victory written all over her face. people started looking over in curiosity. whys she yelling? you saw more heads turn, but at this point you could care less.

“jealous?” taerae spoke up, removing his arm from ours before wrapping it around your waist. “i think youre mistaken. theres nothing to be jealous over.” his tone made you dizzy, the smirk on his face making you feel as if you had just fallen for him for the second time.

his extra hand gently held onto your chin, pulling you into a quick kiss. she stared back in disbelief. the grin was long wiped off her face, and replaced by pure rage.

“what! but! when..” her stammering only increased, glancing between the two of you with about a million question swarming through her head.

“youre both absurd” she chokes out, storming herself out of the room. it became increasingly easier to ignore all the eyes glued to the two of you. will you end up regretting it tomorrow? who knows! all you could think about right now was the giddy smile on his face.

“why are you so happy?”

“i finally get to show the world youre mine” he kissed your forehead softly, and now you both shared the same expression.

when you finally give the crowd the time of day, all you did was lazily look side to side, facing him again.

“is this our cue to leave?” you chuckled, watching as he nodded in agreement.

taerae looked around as well, giving everyone a small acknowledging wave. “well be on your way!” he pointed towards the door, leading you out.

[enid-rhees]

BAE, I JUST GOT AN IDEA !!!

Alright, so idk if you've already written something like this. But imagine either reader or Enid (or both >:D) are on a run with Tara, Glenn, and ofc their bff, Carl.

They decide to split up (pairs of two), and Enid is with reader, savaging a section of an abandoned mall, when they come across a ✨special✨ store in the mall...;)

They find lingerie, sex toys, all the good stuff. Ofc, they get all hyped up about it and are like kids in a candy store once they enter. It's cute tho, even though they're just horny lil' shits 🫶

Later on, they come back with a bag full of sex toys n' lingerie, (with some other useful stuff to the community ofc)

When they get I'm the back of the van with Carl, reader is sitting between Enid and him right? Anddd silly ass, clumsy mf-ing reader is holding the bag of ✨special items✨ in her lap. Tara's crazy ass (lovingly) is driving, and drives over a few potholes, causing reader to almost drop the bag, but Carl notices what's inside (he'd been curious since Enid and reader got in the van) and teases them the whole way back 😭✋ (he's such a lil' prick sometimes 💀)

Anyway, I hope this makes sense! Apologies if it's too much :)🫶

i’ve done something similar but reader or Carl were not involved! but i will gladly do this again :D hope u enjoy 🩷

warnings: sex toys, sexual conversations, no actual smut though :)

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned for rules 🫶🏻 and fyi, this is after the six year time-skip.

“wait! Tara, there’s a mall like- five minutes away from here. we have to go.” Enid said from the backseat, but moved out of her seat to lean into the middle of Tara and Glenn.

“Enid!” Glenn hissed, “sit down and put your seatbelt back on.” she gave him a glare before sighing dramatically and falling back down next to you, sliding her seatbelt back on.

even in the apocalypse, Glenn was still strict about car safety, especially with Enid though. you couldn’t blame him of course, that’s his daughter. his excuse always cracked you up, “i was a pizza delivery guy! i had to drive carefully to protect the pizzas!”

you laughed and wrapped your arm over her shoulder when she sat back down. “what’s so good about that mall?” you questioned. “have you never been to it?! it’s huge! we could probably find so much stuff there.”

shaking your head, you replied, “i didn’t grow up around here. i’m pretty sure my old house is like three states away from here.” you chuckled.

“oh my god, i have to show you around it then. Tara, turn right now. we need to check out this mall.” Tara nodded and turned into the parking lot of the mall.

Enid immediately got out when the car stopped, pulling you out with her. “Enid, if you rip your girlfriends arm off i will not be the one telling Rick.” Glenn warned.

“Y/N is fineeee. lets go!” she took your hand in hers and ran towards the entrance. she threw the door open and pulled you inside. Carl came out from the other side of the car, running to catch up with you guys. 

“do you think there’s a GameStop in here?” he asked Enid. “…i think there’s one in the upper level.” Enid responded after a few seconds of silence.

“don’t forget we’re here to look for supplies.” Glenn said from behind you all. “you can look around but remember why we’re actually here. and please keep an eye out for walkers. they could be anywhere in here.”

Enid took you further into the building, keeping a tight grip on you. whenever you were on runs, Enid kept you close to her at all times, no matter what the situation was.

“this place is huge.” you breathed out, turning around as you walked to admire everything. it had been so long since you’ve seen a mall, and this one was way bigger than the one by your old house, hundreds of miles away.

Enid nodded excitedly, “i used to love going here. c’mon! i wanna see my favorite store.” she started to run, which pulled you with her as her grip on your hand didn’t let up.

the two of you ran down the first floor, giggling like children. “it’s here!” she exclaimed, stopping in front of it.

“i should’ve known,” you laughed with a shake of your head as you stared up at the Hot Topic sign above you. she pulled you inside and you started to look around.

“we can totally take these blades, yeah?” you asked, spinning the display case of pocket knives. “go for it. you might have to break the glass, though. they keep them locked in there.”

you nodded, “okay. back up.”

Enid backed away as you hit your elbow into the glass, watching it shatter down and hit the floor. you carefully started to put every knife into your bag.

“that was like…” Enid started, “really hot, by the way.” you laughed out loud and swung your bag over your shoulder. “do you know how to not be horny like… ever?”

she shook her head, “with you as my girlfriend? no.”

you started to walk up the broken escalator, looking around for more stores to scavenge for. “oh my god.” Enid mumbled.

you turned around, “what? oh-” the two of you stared at the sign with huge letters.

Sex Shop.

Enid took your hand and pulled you inside without another word. you slowly turned to her, “are we… actually doing this?” you asked.

“if you want…” Enid trailed off. “i-i mean we don’t-“

you walked over to one of the displays, breaking the glass once more. “okay, you have to stop doing that if you don’t want me to take you right here in this store.”

you didn’t respond as you grabbed onto a box, turning it over so she could see the front. Enid almost choked on her own spit, “is that a strap-on?!” you smiled, “yep. and we’re bringing it home.”

an almost devilish smile made its way to Enid’s lips as she started to look through each product as well.

at this point, you two started to throw anything you could find into an old shopping bag from behind the counter.

you pushed the back door open, pulling out your knife out and keeping it raised. flicking the light on, your eyes widened.

“Enid.” you called out.

she came running, “what’s wrong?” you continued to stare at the racks and racks of lingerie until she finally looked over at it too. “oh.” she spoke in surprise.

you walked over to a rack, pulling out a light pink set. “the things i’d do to see you in this.” you told her. her face flushed red, “okay but i need to pick one for you too.”

Enid walked to the opposite rack, flipping through the clothes on the hanger. “oh… this is so you.”

you turned around. the lingerie set she was holding was dark blue. “and with that strap-on… the things i’ll do to you.” Enid told you, smirking when you squeezed your thighs together.

“girls!” Tara yelled, “i don’t know where the fuck you guys are, but meet us downstairs. we’re going to the car.”

yours and Enid’s eyes both widened. “we can’t let her see us walk out of here.” Enid whispered. you shoved your items into the bag and peeked outside. you were able to see Tara’s head disappear as she walked down the escalator.

“she went downstairs.” you told her. Enid nodded and you both walked out the back room and out of the store. as you walked down the escalator, you tried your best to push all the items down further into the bag.

everyone was waiting by the door when you got downstairs. when they saw you, they started to head for the car. the two of you caught up to them and you got into the middle seat; Enid and Carl beside you.

Tara took off and you held the bag close to you. out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Carl trying to see what was in the bag. you held it tighter.

suddenly, Tara sped over a pothole, causing you to almost drop the bag. “sorry!”

and then another one.

the bag opened slightly, and you heard Carl gasp. you turned to him, and he had his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh. you him a pleading look.

“you can’t be serious.” he whispered. “shut up!” you hissed back. “don’t look.”

“how am i not supposed to?! it’s right there!”

“what are you kids arguing about?” Glenn questioned, looking behind him. you slapped both arms over the bag, “nothing! just talking about comics.”

Glenn eyed you suspiciously before turning around, looking back down at his map.

you looked at Carl again, “you’re so dead,” you whispered.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wayne Jackson x Sweet!Shy!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The scene with the cop stopping them in the road. You reach a hand between the seats and stop Wayne from doing something stupid. You also kinda reflect on your relationship with him 😅

Warnings: Attempted murder references and maybe a couple sexual ones too.

You're so uncomfortable around cops, these days. Before you met these men (before you met Wayne, particularly), you were very normal! Cops made you a little nervous even if you didn't do anything-- but now it was so much worse. Because you have done things... and you don't always know the everything you've done. You try to trust Lyle that you wont get too mixed up in all of this, but thats a hard thing to do. So you try to trust Norman... but thats hard, too.

So when the cop stopped your car on the side of the highway, you slumped in your seat behind the passenger seat, chewing on your thumbnail. Dale nudges you; Gives you a 'be fucking cool' look, but you s u c k at that. The only reason you're here is because of Wayne- you're not meant for this life!!

But still, you take a deep breath through your nose and flash the Officer a sweet grin when he peers into the back seats past Norman and Wayne. You even give a little, curt waive.

He nods, and keeps talking to Norman.

You can hear the blood pumping in your ears as you score your memory for any reason the Officer could arrest you right now, but your heads so jumbled you can barely think. you're so stuck in your own thoughts you miss out on what Dale said- it sounds to you like you're underwater.

But you do notice when, a few minutes later, the cop starts coming back to the car from his and Wayne (in front of you), pulls out his gun. Eyes widening immediately, your heartbeat speeding up awfully in your chest; hammering against your collar. Norman tells him to put it away, but he doesn't.

Before you can even think, you're reaching carefully past the back of Wayne's seat and taking hold of his arm. Numb fingers squeeze him there comfortingly as the cop strolls over. "Wayne." You whisper, desperate and hopeful. He'll listen to you, you're very well aware of the unlikely effect you have on him. You don't know how, or why, but he listens to you-- when you need him to. When you're scared.

The cop is getting closer, and you watch him with baited breath as you feel Wayne stop, taking in a tense breath, then lower his arm again. Letting out an unbelievably relieved breath, you slide your nervous gaze from the cop to the car's side mirror; in which Wayne's already looking at you.

Thank you, you mouth. You try to take your hand away, but as the Cop's leaning down to talk to Norman again through the drivers side window Wayne lifts his hand to holds yours where it is; giving you a little squeeze as his jaw tenses tighter, holding himself together.

... okay. You think, nervously. Now you're basically holding hands. Its nice. Fuck- you're never going to get over this. How s o f t this terrible man is with you, how you're actually with someone like him. You never in a million years expected that you, the shyest person ever, ended up with a criminal more than/double your age. You've seen how terrible he can really be; you should have run away the first time you did. The time he almost killed someone because that someone hit on you.

You remember the scene vividly. How you didn't really realise what happened, why your butt stung for a few moments- but Wayne had; yanking you behind him and pulling out the gun always tucked in the front of his jeans. How you had to b e g him, not to shoot the guy. Even though you were mortified. Then the blood on the floor when he didn't listen to you. Your frantic 911 call. The cops-

... but you didn't run away, for some reason that you still don't quite understand.

You remember how Wayne was smiling when the cops came; a wicked proud smile that told you he wasn't sorry at all. He grinned like that even with the cuffs on and when he was behind the iron bars, flirting with you through them like this wasn't a big deal.

... or maybe you completely understand it, you do, and you just don't want to admit it. Because admitting you like that part of him- at least when its defending you-- is terrifying.

You especially remember the gentle way he touched you before the cops and the ambulance came, cupping your jaw in one hand and telling it was worth it sweetheart. sorry. we're gonna be apart for a lil while, now, but you'll wait for me wont ya?

As Norman starts up the engine again and peels away from the Officer, Wayne's familiar voice breaks you out of your thoughts; causing your eyes to lift up to his in the side mirror again.

"'T's lucky my little sunflower was here to rein me in there, huh?" He gives you a wink.

"Yeah, lucky." Norman rolls his eyes, focused on the road.

"... Sunflower??" Dale snorts. What? You think, knitting your brows together. You like that! "More like rider. Right??" He chuckles, mortifying you with the dirty innuendo. Your eyes widen in surprise, before you hide your face in your hands, as the teasing for the rest of the ride back to Lyle begins.

[the-whumpening]

The Backstory Arc, Part 6 (not canon, but fun!)

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nobody said "no" to the fic about Ash getting pegged sooo...

[Three main context notes: 1) Ash sounds immature and silly in this one bc he’s just kind of a goofy guy and he’s still a little dumb at this point in the story (still an adult capable of consent, just goofy). 2) He and Uma met when he accidentally broke her sculpture and had to help her in her studio to repay it. And 3) this is sort of a very slightly alternate timeline where the two of them had more time together and, by extension, had more opportunities for sexual exploration. This is an old fic so it’s written a little differently than I’d write it now, but I still think it’s fun.]

Content: explicit sex scene, pegging, anthro-ish character, f/m pairing, slightly feral

Long post (around 3.2k words!)

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Steam rises from the large stone basin as the last of the hot water splashes in. Uma slides in the tub and pats the water to invite Ash. He grins broadly as he plods in, his ears and tail twitching with excitement and his body splattered with clay.

“You know, I found out that most cats don’t like water? Which is weird, since tigers love it!” Ash says as he sinks into the bath. Uma splashes him playfully and scoots closer.

“Well, I’m glad you like it, cause you really need a bath.” She cups a handful of water in her hand and dumps it on his head. “Next time, put down the clay slurry before you sneeze, dummy.”

Ash shakes the water off his head. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make a mess.” He turns to show the splotch of dried clay right between his shoulder blades. “Could you help me get this clay off my back?”

“How the hell did you get clay there?!” Uma chuckles as she wets a cloth and starts scrubbing. Goosebumps pop up all down his back, and his tail twitches. Uma swears she can hear him purring. “Oh, does it feel that good, Kitty?” She giggles and leans in to nibble on his ear. He gives a quiet murmur of enjoyment before snapping out of his daze.

“U-uma!” he laughs. “I really do need to clean up. We can play after the bath!” He tries to gently push her towards the other side of the tub, but Uma stubbornly scoots closer, trapping him in the corner.

“We can do both,” she says with a cocked eyebrow and a wry smile. Taking the cloth she used before, Uma carefully wipes the clay off Ash's face. She traces over his lips to the curve of his strong jaw, revealing his stripes from beneath the mud. “There. That's a start, at least. Now I can see your pretty face, Kitty.” At her comment, his cheeks flush and he chuckles breathily.

“Come on, let me just finish washing up,” he says, with a bit less conviction than before.

“No way! After the mess you made, I don't think I can trust you to clean yourself up. Stay still, Kitty—be good.” She gives him a quick kiss on his cheek before backing up to start scrubbing the rest of his body. Ash drops his protests as Uma’s hands drag across his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Her hands move further under the water, and he can feel the rough cloth against his thighs.

Ash tries hard to stay still, but this endeavor becomes increasingly difficult as Uma meticulously traces every inch between his legs.

“I know I didn't get any clay there,” he laughs breathlessly.

“Silly cat, you can always use a good cleaning.” A fiendish glint shines in her eyes, and Ash realizes he might be in trouble. “Actually, I have an idea. Flip over, Kitty. On your hands and knees.”

Although Ash is unsure and suspects her “idea” may end up humiliating him, he complies.

“Okay. Now what?”

Uma rubs her palm up and down his back a few times before speaking. “Relax. I want to try something. This might feel weird, but you know what to say if you want me to stop.”

Ash takes a breath, trying to relax his muscles despite his embarrassment. Even so, his tail instinctively covers him as it always does. It’ll be fine, there’s no need to worry, he reassures himself.

“I trust you,” he says as he sinks into the position, letting his bottom rise up further. Uma roughly grabs a handful of his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Good Kitty, just like that. Now let's get that tail out of the way . . . ” She pushes his tail off to the side, swatting it as it attempts to curl back around. Ash knows he's fully exposed now, but he just keeps breathing and reminding himself to trust her.

A warm trickle drips down between his cheeks as Uma wrings out the wet cloth against his skin. She tenderly traces up and down with the cloth, paying special attention to the hole he's never thought much about. Why is she spending so much time there? he wonders.

She submerges the cloth again to fill it with water, then plants her hand on one cheek, pulling it apart just a bit. The tiny, rough corner of the cloth swivels into him, and as Uma squeezes, water dribbles inside. He reflexively puckers, unsure of the sensation. She gently twists the cloth, corkscrewing in and out of his tight entrance. When she withdraws the corner, Ash feels a nagging need he can't quite put his finger on.

But he doesn't need to—Uma places her own wet finger against him, teasing the entrance.

“I’m going to push in, okay?”

“In whe—?” His question is abruptly cut short by the answer. Uma’s slender finger plunges into him, and he bucks his hips upward in response.

“U-uma! What’re you—!” He’s at a loss for words, stunned by this new and exciting sensation. His member stiffens greedily and he begins to loudly pant.

“Ooh, what a good Kitty! I didn't expect you to get worked up so fast! You can rock back on me, go ahead.” She presses deeper into him, almost the entire length of her finger now inside. Muffled squeaks sneak out from Ash, who has clamped his mouth shut to keep from groaning. He pushes back onto her finger and gently starts to rock. Why does this feel so good? This hole isn't meant for that, right? Even so, he can’t deny the electricity pulsing through him or the warmth in his face.

An unexplored part of Ash’s mind clamors to the front, and suddenly the single small finger inside of him seems inadequate. Uma can see his writhing grow more needy, so she gathers more water to wet her hand again and slips in a second finger. As before, Ash struggles to keep quiet, embarrassed at the sounds threatening to escape. She giggles at hearing this and uses her free hand to tease his thighs and exposed member. His knees buckle, and he barely maintains his balance.

“Uma,” he squeaks, his head spinning and stomach starting to swirl.

“Do you need a break, Kitty?” she teases. “Don’t worry, I have a toy for you to play with. Here, come sit on your knees.” She removes her fingers, a low groan slipping out from Ash, and steps out of the bath. As she cleans her fingers, she points to the mat. “Sit.”

Ash’s legs wobble as he goes to kneel on the mat, and his wet skin glistens in the afternoon sun. With his hair still soaked, he looks astoundingly similar to a drenched cat. Uma quickly pats herself dry with a fluffy towel and retreats to her bedroom, calling “Stay!” as she leaves.

What kind of toy could she possibly mean? Ash wonders as he waits for her to return. His nerves are still alive with energy, and his sex drips with excitement. It takes all his willpower to stay put, but he manages to wiggle back and forth just enough to stay focused.

When Uma rounds the corner back into the room, the first thing Ash sees is the protrusion several inches in front of her. Around her hips hangs a belted harness, stitched together with several strips of leather and heavy fabric. Attached to this harness is what Ash can only assume is some sort of rubbery . . . mushroom? However, as she comes closer and stops right in front of his face, he can clearly make out the familiar shape, no bigger than his own.

“Remember what I did the other day, when I put you in my mouth?” Uma asks, stroking Ash’s face with her hand. “Why don’t you try that for me? Suck on my toy, Kitty.”

His face goes red, and he darts his eyes away from hers. She picks up his chin.

“Ah-ah-ah, no looking down. Be a good boy and open wide.” She gently pinches his jaw to force his mouth open. “There we go! Now take this and get it nice and wet.”

Though he’s still embarrassed and struggling to keep his head up, he allows her to enter his mouth. For a second, he’s not quite sure what to do with it, and he tries to recall what Uma did to him. Seeing the hesitation, she just slightly thrusts her hips, letting it pass in and out of his mouth.

That same newly-found part of Ash kicks in like before, and he starts to bob his head to meet the member. He can’t quite place why, but this part of him seems to . . . enjoy sucking on the phallic toy. In fact, his embarrassment begins to fade the longer and deeper he takes it, and he nearly forgets that Uma is on the other end. The fullness in his mouth, the slippery sound, the pull of his lips across the surface—it all awakens an emptiness inside him, an ache he didn’t know he had.

Uma brushes his hair back from his face, catching a faint purring sound from behind his lips. She pulls him off, a string of spit tethered to his lip, and pats his cheek approvingly. He smiles, breathless and tipsy from the flood of emotion.

“Good job, Kitty! I’m impressed. You put your whole little heart in that, didn't you?” she teases. “How do you feel?”

Ash can barely talk; his head is swimming, and thoughts drift away as soon as they bob to the surface. He rests his cheek in Uma’s hand, still quietly panting, and looks to her with pleading eyes.

“I . . . I want more,” he begs through the faintest growl. There's something increasingly animalistic in his face, a wildness just barely contained. Uma smirks and lets go of his face, reaching over to grab the bottle of lubricant she brought with her.

“Of course, poor little Kitty. Come along.” She gestures for him to rise and follow her. He does so, leaving a splotched trail of water as she leads him to her couch. “Bend over the side, like that. Good boy.” She gives him a firm smack as he drapes over the couch, his entire backside left exposed and available.

Seeing his hips slowly squirming, Uma chuckles.

“You really like being bent over doggy-style, don’t you?” she says, kneeling behind him on the couch. He looks back at her, confused.

“You mean tiger-style, right?” His tail twitches impatiently as Uma lets out a peal of laughter.

“Of course, Kitty. Tiger-style. How silly of me!” Still snickering, she opens the bottle of lubricant and begins to wet her shaft and Ash’s tight entrance. He whimpers at the touch, unconsciously pushing back against her.

She gently grabs the back of his hair and gives it a tug. “I assume you’re ready, Big Guy?” she asks in a low murmur. He tries to nod, forgetting his head is being held, and she releases his hair to trace her hand down his spine.

“R-ready,” he pants, clutching the couch as his excitement builds.

Uma places the tip against him, barely poking into him. She lets his body pull her in, taking her time to let him adjust around her. As she enters him so agonizingly slowly, Ash attempts to stifle the groans rising in his chest. When he seems ready for more, Uma presses her hips forward, burying it deep inside of him. The effect is immediate: goosebumps rise all over his body, and his hair stands on end. He lets out a sound neither of them have ever heard from him before, somewhere between a choked sob and a primal moan. His nails dig into the cushions like daggers, and his back arches fiercely, the stripes down his spine stretching to their limit.

She is only barely dipping in and out of him, but Ash is already seeing stars, his mouth hanging open and his lip trembling. Although he’s experienced a lot of new sensations with Uma, each more scintillating than the last, the gentle thrusts of this member inside of him are beyond comparison. He feels so satisfyingly full, the empty ache finally remedied. His barely-coherent thoughts keep repeating one word: yes! Unable to contain himself, Ash begins to push back toward Uma, forcing the shaft deeper and faster into himself.

“Easy, boy,” she murmurs soothingly, massaging his backside. She is astounded at the change in his demeanor; this hulking man reduced to begging on his knees, yet the animal side of him is fighting to come out. As Ash feverishly sinks back and forth and Uma thrusts to meet him, she can hear the inhuman roar beneath his moans. Without warning, his tail furiously wraps itself around her waist, holding her closer.

For a moment, Uma is genuinely frightened of this enormous, feral man. It’s almost as if he’s in a rage; he seems completely out of control. With one wrong move, he could easily injure her. But, as he turns his head and drops even lower, Uma catches the desperate, pleading gleam in his eyes, and she remembers she has nothing to fear. She grasps his tail, unwinding it from her waist, and pins it to his back with her hand. With her other hand, she presses on his hips, holding them still as she pulls out.

His head pops back up, his mouth agape and eyes wide. “U-uma!”

“Ah-ah, Kitty. Calm yourself. You stay still; don’t be greedy. I’ll give you what I give you. Can you be a good boy for me, Kitty?” She tenderly grabs his face, kissing his forehead, then returns to position herself behind him.

He nods. “Yes! Yes, I can! Please, Uma?” His voice is quiet and breathless, intercut with small whimpers. His own member, teased from lightly grazing the soft fabric of the cushions, aches with stiffness. He can feel the tension building inside him, desperate for release.

“Good. Then stay still, like the sweet little statue you are.”

Again, Uma lubricates the toy, taking care to still insert it as slowly as she can. Ash clings to the side of the couch as if he were going to be swept away in the tide. Be still, be still, stay calm, he repeats in his head. But all his willpower begins to melt away as soon as she plunges back inside of him. It's somehow even more delicious than the first time, and he can't help but jerk his hips.

He's met with a stinging smack to his rear, followed by Uma’s soft hand soothing the pain.

“Still like a statue, Kitty. Make as much noise as you like, but stay still. Every time you move, I'm going to smack your plump little cheeks, understand? Here,” she says as she places a pillow by his head. “If you need something to bite down on.”

Ash frantically tucks the pillow beneath his chin and tries to lock down his pleading body. Waves of pleasure wash over him with each stroke, threatening to push him over the edge. He takes Uma’s advice and sinks his teeth into the pillow, letting it absorb his shuddering moans. His whole body is trembling, torn between the command to be still and the electricity surging through him. All he can do is cling to the pillow and helplessly whimper.

“Much better, Kitty,” Uma murmurs.

She rewards his obedience by speeding up and delving deeper into him. His rigid shaft is bright with arousal; it drips, creating a tiny puddle of clear liquid beneath him. Thunder rolls through his muscles as the pressure in him builds, a charge crackling in his mind. I can't take much more! He tries to speak up and tell her he’s nearly at the peak, but all that escapes is an unearthly moan. Burying his face back in the pillow, he rides the wave, desperate for the inevitable storm to rage within him.

“Oh, Kitty, you're doing so good!” She says in response to his outburst. “I know what you want, but you'll have to play by the rules. Stay still, no touching yourself. Just let me make you feel good, alright?”

Is that even possible? Can that happen without touching it at all? His body thrashes against the command, a current buzzing under his skin. He nods, knowing that if he tries to speak, he won’t be able to hold back the eager moans filling his throat.

She pulls his hips up toward her so the gentle caress of the couch no longer touches him. As her strokes grow faster and more frantic, what little self-control Ash has left withers. He bucks his hips, she slaps. He rocks back, she smacks. No amount of correction can keep his frenzied body in check for long. In fact, the repeated sting on his backside starts to become intermingled with the pleasure, enhancing it somehow.

Electricity crackles in his mind, his vision almost blurring as the thunder passes through him. With the next intoxicating stroke, lightning jolts through his shuddering body, his shoulders collapsing to the plush cushions.

“Evi—!” he starts, before shoving his open, drooling mouth onto the pillow. Where did that come from?! He wails as the crackling pleasure causes his knees to buckle and a trickle of white fluid to pool beneath him. He jerks and sputters as wave after wave crashes into him. When he’s fully spent, his body falls limp, another whimper slipping out as Uma removes the toy.

“Ash? Kitty? You okay?” She kneels down by his face, combing his damp hair out of his eyes. “I know that was kind of intense.”

His eyes wander listlessly to her face, but he finds that his vision is still blurred. He tries to rub his eyes, but his fingers come back wet. Am I crying? Why am I crying? Uma sees the panic set in and gently holds his cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she soothes. “This happens sometimes; it’s okay to cry. Are you hurt?” He takes a ragged breath and thinks for a second, then shakes his head. Words just aren’t coming to him now. “Can you move? Why don’t we lay down and rest a minute, yeah?”

She helps him to his feet, his legs wobbling and his mind still a swirling blur. He stumbles alongside her to her bed, slipping beneath the blankets as she climbs in beside him. He curls into her, resting his head on her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him and places a soft kiss on his head.

“You were so brave; I’m really proud of you,” she murmurs. “Get some rest. We can talk when you’re feeling up to it.”

His body is exhausted and a fog hangs over his head. As he lays in her arms, tears continue to flow, though he’s not sure why. What does this mean? Why did I say that? Why, when I look at her, do I just see . . . him?

Through the fog, his bleary thoughts end up where they always do: a pair of golden eyes and a sickle-shaped tail.

[obislittleone]

House Of Memories (20/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: more spicy thoughts, also talk about the spicy thoughts... some fluff, some angst, the usual.

Summary: Obi-Wan takes your suggestion to heart, and he looks good, very good. You think about yourself in a different and decide it's best to talk with him about it.

A/n: NO BC U DON'T UNDERSTAND... i live for this kinda relationship, and i will drag it out as long as I possibly can and u guys will probably hate me but it's true i cannot be stopped

Words: 3k

Obi-Wan woke up the next morning and was feeling a bit warmer than he initially anticipated. He was about to chalk it up to the weather on this planet being summery, the sun shone brightly through the windows and bringing light to everything around him. He then found out what the extra warmth was due to, as soon as he tried to sit up. Your arms had been loosely wrapped around his middle, still sleeping the day away. You liked being close to him, and if that meant holding him to you the whole night long, pressing your face between the wide expanse of his shoulders, so be it.

His breath hitched in his throat when he realized how natural it felt to him, how comfortable. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to sleep in a bed without you again, knowing your warmth was the reason for his peaceful slumber.

He carefully unwrapped himself from your embrace, kissing each hand as he set them back down on the bed. He turned to look at you, your disheveled hair, splayed out on the pillow and framing your face. He looked down at where your shirt was falling off your shoulder and was unable to stop himself from touching the soft skin. Everything about the image before him was soft, and light. She is the light incarnate.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss on the bare skin, moving back up to your face before smiling sweetly and kissing the top of your head. He cherished those kisses the most.

Forcing himself to leave your side, he went into the fresher, ready to prepare himself for the day. He rinsed his face over with some water, drying it off then looking at himself in the mirror. His hair was worse right now since he had just woken up, but he decided you were right, and he needed to get it cut. He could probably wait until the mission was over and you all went back to Coruscant, but he was certain it needed to be done as soon as possible.

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You woke up about an hour later, struggling to leave this bed. It was so fluffy, and comfortable, and had so many pillows and blankets. You'd become aware of Obi-Wan's missing presence subconsciously, so you weren't surprised not to find him when you woke up. You were a little surprised that he'd left the room, though, leaving a note on his pillow for you to find.

I went out to get some things done, make sure you're packed up so we can leave for home this afternoon. - Obi

You smiled, yawning a little before you got ready for the day. After you'd gotten everything together, you figured you would go downstairs to see how the clones were dealing with the man you'd captured. Upon reaching the ship, you entered to see them all sitting sporadically, laughing to themselves and making the prisoner scowl. They seemed to be playing a game of Sabacc, but you weren't sure what all the laughter was about.

"What's so funny?" You asked Cody, and he snickered, nodding to the prisoner.

"They asked him if he wanted to deal the next hand," he answered, a smirk on his face.

You snorted, seeing the completely unamused face of the captured man turning to anger with every second. Too bad he couldn't do anything about it. There's only so many places you can get with your elbows.

You sauntered over to the man in the cell, and he seemed to be a bit afraid of you, but his look of worry only lasted a second before he put on a facade.

"Come to apologize?" he tilted his head and gave you a once over, and though you hated him for it, you were about to make even.

"Yes, actually," you leaned on the bars and gave your most sincere facial expression to him, before looking down and continuing, "I truly am sorry about the lot of them, I know they can be... a handful."

The clones that had managed to keep themselves quiet long enough to hear that one had just about keeled over. The man in front of you simply rolled his eyes instead of scowling. He knew he should best not insult the Jedi who took away the very thing they all teased him about.

You weren't done yet, another joke spiraling in the covert of your mind.

"Seriously, though," you tried to keep the smile from spreading on your face, but it was hard to do. "Let's shake and agree there's no hard feelings."

You held out your hand through the bars, but now he became aggressive, smacking you hand away from him with his arms.

"I've killed a Jedi before, you know. I could easily do it again," he threatened, but again, you had so many puns stacked up, ready to use on the rest of the flight home.

"Did you kill them with your feet?" you waited for an answer, even a harsh and resentful one, but it never came, "I like my chances."

Cody was never a very humorous clone, more so the serious order following kind, but he couldn't even help himself. He knew this man had killed dozens, ruthlessly, stolen millions of credits and been just an overall menace to society. Seeing him get put in his place by a teenager was hilarious. He was laughing along with everyone else.

"What are we laughing about, now?" Came the exhausted tone of your master, as you heard him coming up the hull of the ship. You stepped away from the prisoner, ready to answer him.

"We were just-" upon turning around, you were met with Obi-Wan. He was a mere foot away from you, and was sporting a new haircut, the exact one you'd described to him last night. It looked so good; you could hardly speak. He was dashing, sophisticated, and overly charming. He was beautiful, his bright eyes catching the light from outside and shimmering blue like the oceans you'd been seeing lately.

He looked at you quizzically, waiting for an answer, so you shook your head, snapping out of the trance, and trying your best to speak.

"We were just messing with him, that's all."

He nodded, and then caught your stare which kept going from his hair to his eyes. You'd definitely noticed, and he was under suspicion that you were very satisfied with how he looked.

"I see. Well, if everyone is ready to go, we should depart soon. I've taken care of all the technicalities, so there shouldn't be any issues henceforth."

He walked over to Cody, discussing some plans with him, but you were far too distracted to listen in on what they were saying. He ran his hand through his hair, and you found yourself wanting to card your fingers through it in the same way. Last night his back faced you, but you would love to lay looking at him, at his eyes, his nose, his mouth, and play with his hair, seeing ever expression he made when you did.

You'd been thinking about things a little differently after last night.

You'd been thinking about him a little differently. You were sure you'd begun to feel him opening up to you in more ways than he had previously done when Anakin was around. He was touching you more, holding you hand when no one could see, and kissing your head like you meant the world to him. You hoped perhaps it was the start of something romantic and beautiful, but you'd closed off that thought last night.

You began thinking about how the dancer in the bar described you. What she had said to you about being able to start at a high price.

Your body was always something you'd been proud of, not like the standard of beauty, but still gorgeous and desirable in its own way.

You never thought of yourself in that capacity before, as desirable. Never before looked at yourself in the mirror and thought that maybe someone would take one look at you and want to sleep with you. You knew it was now the case, since the very man who had proposed it was sitting in a cell behind you, missing his hands, and glaring holes into the back of your head. You were desired because of your purity, too. That was the thought that kept jamming your mind for the duration of take-off.

You were wanted because you'd never been taken before. You'd never taken anyone else into your body before, and that made you valuable?

You didn't understand it at the time, but you understood it now.

'Your purity will sell to the highest bidder'

You were vulnerable, and unused. That's what the sick and twisted men of this planet, and other planets were searching for. Not to mention your force sensitivity, and your high pain tolerance. For a certain audience, you had it all. Everything they ever wanted in a woman, or at least what they wanted in a casual hookup. You shivered in your seat when that thought came over you.

Obi-Wan wasn't one of those men. He wouldn't look at you like that, not ever. He was always there to protect you from those kinds of people. He was the one to stand up against them and show them that you were not to be messed with, lest his wrath come upon them. You were by all means able to take care of yourself, and he knew that well, but it helped your heart to know that he had the calling over his heart to protect you anyway, even when you didn't need it. You were important to him.

"I was going to come talk with you, but you seem lost in thought," Obi-Wan approached, his hair falling out of place and coming over his forehead when he tilted it down to look at you.

"Just thinking about last night," you admitted, smiling coolly, ready to deflect any questions you weren't ready to deal with... unless? "I like your hair, though."

"I think you were right; it feels far better, now."

You dropped your head to hide your blush but picked it up again to see for yourself how good it felt. You let your fingers graze the sides and moved it to readjust the fallen strands of the top.

"It looks better, too. Very handsome," you smiled, bringing down your hand to rest by his face. He leaned into it, and you were melted at just the sight.

You thought he was handsome, and that was all he needed to hear.

"I only have you to thank for that."

You sat back in your seat and contemplated asking him some things. You were wondering about your body today, what it meant to be pure, and what it was to not be so. You couldn't help but be curious about it, because it seemed like a very universal thing. Sex was universal, it was the base of reproduction, and among other things, connected two humans in a most intimate way, but you'd never done it, therefore there were questions to be asked.

"I don't mean to intrude, but you've left your mind open, little one," he admitted, and when you snapped your eyes up to meet his, you saw something different in them.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's perfectly alright. I understand your curiosity," he tried to remove any doubt from your mind before it could even settle there. "It's a natural thing to wonder about."

You nodded, feeling more comfortable to open this conversation, but truthfully, you didn't know where to start. You knew this was about to be horribly personal, but the thing you wanted to know the most kept nagging at you from the back of your brain.

"Have you ever done it?" You tried to sound plain, not to let him know how badly you wondered about this for a long time.

He heaved a deep breath, deciding whether or not he should be completely honest. He'd not ever had more than one fling, but the girl of his past had been with him intimately on more occasions than he could count.

"Yes, I had a partner once," he started with that, thinking that perhaps if this took a turn, he could keep some of the information away from you. Not that he wanted to hide it of course, but again, he didn't want you to simply go out and find someone who would not treat you as he would.

You couldn't say you were surprised, with his confident and flirty demeanor most of the time, you would have been shocked had he said no. You were however, a little shy to hear him admit it to you.

"What was it like?" you stared straight on, trying not to get too caught up in his eyes while talking about something so far unmentionable for a Jedi. He probably hadn't broken the Jedi code. He often never did. If he had a partner, it was probably no strings attached, and you needed to not get your foolish hopes up.

"It was nice, for a while... but I didn't feel for her how I should have in an act like that. It wasn't right for me to continue if I was only going to hurt her later on. We went our separate ways before I became your master."

That was a little over ten years ago. He hasn't been with anyone in nearly ten years? That was nearly half your lifespan...

"What should you have felt for her?" You wanted to hear him say it. You wanted him to tell you he didn't love her and that's the reason they drifted apart. You wanted him to tell you he was open to love but she was not the one for him. You wanted him to tell you this universal act was one of love and not of casualty. You wanted him to tell you not to go off with anyone else, and you wanted to imagine it was because somewhere in his mind he wanted to be the one to love you that way.

"Something I couldn't. Attachment among our ranks is forbidden," his answer had some grey areas to it, but ultimately wasn't really what you wanted to hear from him. You dropped your head to your lap, watching your hands as they nervously fiddled with one another.

"Oh."

Your drained tone made him believe he upset you even though he hadn't, but for some reason, he wanted to fix it.

"You misunderstand me, little one," he lifted your chin in his hands to get you to look up at him. You'd hoped the sting of your eyes hadn't meant tears were forming in them. "I did not have those feelings for her, but I have had them before."

"You broke the code? I thought that..." you trailed off, furrowing your brows and trying to make sense of his confession.

"I am still human. And as such I make human decisions, and I feel human feelings. The code has dated back thousands of years, and over the course of time, the meaning of it has evolved. Attachment, and the feelings connected, can only be truly disgraceful as long as they harbor corruption. I feel that the council fears other interpretation of the rules, which is why they are so particular about it... but under my opinion, something that makes you drawn closer to the light should not be kept forbidden."

His words sunk into the depths of your soul, and you were ever so happy to hear that he was capable of loving romantically. You had no idea when he was talking, he had spoken of his feelings for you, but nonetheless, you felt relieved, knowing there was hope for you, yet. You'd only pray that when the right time came, perhaps he would not be repulsed by your lack of experience. He seemed to know quite a lot compared to you, and you felt inferior to know you'd never been touched the way he has. Neven been kissed or held in a romantic embrace.

"I think I feel that way for someone," you trailed off, hoping he could help you decipher your feelings about him. He seemed to get tense beside you, and you'd hoped he didn't disapprove. "I fear I am foolish to have these feelings, because I know the thought of them being returned is outrageous."

"I see."

He didn't have any other words to offer yet, his mind stewing with something to say in reply, but since he was not quite ready, you would keep filling the silence.

"I sit every day, loving this person unrequitedly, and the funny thing is, I don't mind it. I think it's purely the happiness I get from feeling that way that sustains me. It's unconditional," you turned back to him after pouring out your heart, and he looked enraged. He hated that you felt this way for someone else and they had the audacity to not even notice. He hated that he was jealous over whoever it was that had won your affections. He just wanted you to be his, and now knowing you probably never would be, he just wanted to be alone.

"This person you speak of does not deserve you," he said coldly, and though it caught you off guard, you figured he was angry with someone who didn't exist. You couldn't say it was him, but you wanted to at least make it known that it was the other way around.

"No, he deserves everything. I feel that I am not enough for him, that he has grown too used to to seeing me a certain way and that I may never appeal to him."

"Enough of this, you are the most wonderful, bright and shining being in this universe. Whoever cannot see that is not worth your time or energy," he let out, and you smiled under your breath. He uttered the very words himself, so clearly, he could see it. You looked up at him and nodded.

"Thank you, Obi. You don't know what it means for me to hear that from you," you finished off, resting your head on his shoulder, hoping it could stay there the duration of the flight. You didn't let this thought into the open air, but as you drifted off into a nap, the words spilled into your signature.

I love you dearly Obi-Wan Kenobi

-

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[xenizaation]

one last time

Warning! Sexual content ahead! Minors please dni!

pairing: choi san x fem! reader

genre: ceo! san, assistant! reader, smut, angst??, fluff???, weird 'fwb to strangers to secret lovers to who knows what comes next' type of relationship

word count: 7.3k

warnings: !!!cheating!!! (which i do not condone or think it's right in any way, shape or form but yk...it still happens), fingering, slight hair pulling, slight degradation, pet names, oral (m receiving), creampie, deepthroat.

a/n: dude EVERYTIME i write i start with an idea and end up doing the complete opposite. this was supposed to be the lewdest most shameful thing ever and i ended up making it......sweet&cheesy. i hate it here. but i still like how it turned out. san has been on my mind a lot lately, but can you blame me? anyways, i hope u guys enjoy this and as always, stay safe!!!! xoxo

"you asked for me?" your soft voice fills the cold room, question bouncing off the walls and into the man's ears.

you did not dare take more than a few steps into his office and yet, the feeling of the room swallowing you up whole was already present. you couldn't quite digest the symmetry of it all- the mahogany desk (big enough to serve as a dining room table to a small family) that was paired perfectly with the same colored floor, the old oil paintings that you never got around understanding the meaning of, the big windows that were on each side of the wall you were facing, the black leathered desk chair fitted exactly in between the two windows making it so every time you entered, san would stand in a soft shadow casted by the back of the chair and over his suited form, making you feel like you were met by the fallen angel at the very gates of hell.

each of these details carefully crafted to perfection, which also perfectly bothered the shit out of you.

"close the door."

you find yourself acting immediately to his order, more of an instinct to follow it than any actual desire to do so. your body carries itself smoothly to the door and you slowly close it before turning back on your feet and resuming your place and position. he's leaned over the desk, supporting his weight on his arms as he studies closely the many sheets laid out on the wood surface. his tailor fitted jacket resting on the back of his chair, sleeves of the dress shirt rolled up to just beneath his elbows and black hair slicked back-san was the epitome of how a ceo should look...in movies, at least.

but if you were being honest, he was more dashingly handsome than any of the actors that you've ever seen on screen.

"only a man in love or a fool would not see all the mistakes here, which one do you take me for?" he demands to know, voice sounding a bit too rough for your liking. maybe you could somehow lighten the mood to make up for your mistake.

"well, one is pretty much the other, right?" you say jokingly with an awkward giggle. he fixates you with his piercing gaze, rising it from the pages on his desk. your blood goes cold in an instant as you play with your hands behind your back thinking of how your attempt couldn't have been any worse.

sometimes you seem to forget who san really is. that even though the lines have been crossed a long time ago and in a sort of manner which would (most of the times) allow you to make such comments, the relationship between you two chose to defy any of the standards that were implied by anything deemed socially normal.

to put it shortly, even though he was the man you were having an affair with, san still held the title of your boss, and he took his job very seriously. that is if you were to forget all the times you were sitting on his desk with your legs spread out and his head in between them.

"i don't think you're in love, no." you answer shaking your head shortly. way to make things even worse!

he cocks his head to one side as he raises an eyebrow, still maintaining eye contact when all you want is to avoid it. his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he straightens his position, visibly annoyed at what your answer is implying.

he scans you from head to toe, his mastery at poker face helping him not divulge any of the thoughts inside his mind, and you're stuck like a deer caught in headlights, not being able to move and definitely not being able to process the situation completely.

funnily enough, you remember the times when the roles were inversed.

way back in college days when san used to have a crush on you, he would use your current stance on a daily basis. always tampering with the fine line between friendliness and complete and utter awkwardness whenever he talked to you, not being able to concentrate on a subject for more than two minutes.

you gave in at some point, he liked you and you also liked him back, even though it was not in the exact same way he did. the thing lacking was not chemistry, but a certain kind of agreement as he wanted a something you weren't ready to offer-commitment. so you made it clear from the beginning that if there could be a relationship between the two of you, it would be a strictly physical one-no strings attached. he agreed but couldn't last for long, confessing his feelings were growing stronger after only a couple of months, so you agreed to break it off and hang out as friends, but that didn't last too much either seeing how the awkwardness of the past events would float in the air every time you would meet. in your head you labeled it all as "right person, wrong time".

san was completely different now. much more passion burning inside his eyes, more perseverance and definitely more sex experience. he won't take no as an answer now, not that he insisted too much for you to fall victim to his new charms. if you were to be honest, you threw yourself right into his arms. which made everything even worse.

it took you three days to write your wedding vows. you forgot them in three seconds in the presence of san.

"you're funny today." he says as he calls you over with his index finger. you hesitantly walk to the front of his desk but after seeing the unpleased look on his face, you realize that's not what he meant. you stroll around the big furniture piece, coming to his side but leaving a respectable amount of space between the two of you. ok, up to this point it's great self control.

you try not to inhale too much of his beautifully intoxicating cologne, for it would only make you relive all the sins you committed with the man next to you. but it's impossible to not breathe as your heart starts beating so fast around him when your gaze lingers on his veiny forearm and his splayed palm on the desk as he leans on it, turning slightly over to face you.

"let's skip over the small talk and just tell me why you didn't correct this report before sending it to me." it was nice of him to assume that. it showed you he was aware of your capabilities of never allowing any mistake to slither in between the rows. only for today, when you send it in, you took your chances in thinking that the person who wrote it might be a little better than this. seems like they weren't.

"i was late." you replied, looking into his eyes with a knowing look only to be met by a mocking one. yeah, you prick, i was late because you were fucking me in the backseat of your fucking rolls royce last night. but all of that is conveyed in a nice spoken "sorry, won't happen again."

he scoffs while looking down at the sheets, not even bothering to pinpoint any of the mistakes, all too knowing that if you would've opened it, there wouldn't be any. instead, he looks back to you, straightening up completely to look you in the eyes. although he was not much taller, san always made a point when he looked down to you, making it seem like the difference between the two of you was like the one from sky to ground.

"i thought we already established that we won't let our relationship interfere with our jobs," he whispered in a low voice, placing his cold hand on your jaw as he took enough steps towards you so your body was stuck against his and the wooden edge of the desk. the walls started to cave in as you looked into his eyes, the feeling of helplessness taking over you once again as his his pressed into yours.

"has any of that changed?" san asks curiously as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, giving you shivers all along your spine. he smiles smugly at the sight of you quivering before him.

the quiet buzzing snaps you out of it. saved by the bell, you think to yourself just before

san reaches behind you, his freckled neck right in front of your face as he slides his hand into the back pocket of your pants, pulling out your phone. in the daze you were trapped in, you haven't even realized it was your phone that was ringing. he splits himself from you, taking a close look at the screen.

"uh-oh," san dramatically exclaims as a low chuckle leaves his throat. "you might wanna get this." he adds, turning the phone's screen towards you.

your face flushes red when your heart starts beating alarmingly fast in your chest. in some way or another, when you read your husband's name on the screen, you feel like you're finally caught in the act. that the moment you dread most is occurring right here and now. you reach for the phone in his hand and try to slide yourself away from the entrapment but san rapidly places his hands on your hips, pinning you down on the desk behind you as he raises his eyebrows expectantly. you're silently thankful for his act of placing you on the wooden surface, for the devilish grin on his face in combination with the realization of what he was actually asking would've made your legs give up on you.

you want to oppose him but you can't, you don't. it feels so wrong and yet so right, exactly how you would describe the relationship in between the two of you.

"hi, babe!" you say cheerfully, trying to mask away all the emotions that were nipping at your brain in the moment.

your husband's voice greets you from the other end of the phone, telling you things that are far from reaching your ears when san unzips your pants, sliding them down until the middle of your thighs, making sure your panties were accompanying the garment. you watch in shock, unable to move any muscle as his palm cups your heat, fingers going straight to your aching clit. your breath slows down as your heart rate builds in pace, making your body hot all over. his moves terrorize you even more when he slides two digits inside you, dragging them against your walls with slow, thought out moves. would it have gotten here if it weren't for your husband's call? was this his plan all along or was he just trying to prove a point?

"are you okay?" you hear your husband ask when you try to mask your whimper as a pathetic attempt to clear your throat.

"yeah, 'm good." you need everything in your power to respond to him. san only looks back to you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly how good you feel.

"are you gonna be held up today? or can i start making dinner when i get home?" the voice from the other end says once again and you almost cry thinking about how you are betraying the man you swore yourself too in any way, shape or form. not only because of the infidelity that is happening right now, with san knuckle deep inside you, but with how you don't stop, how you don't want to go home after this. what would your husband think at this show of unfaithfulness you're displaying for him to hear if he would just be a little more attentive? would he be able to forgive you? would he be able to work towards things to be the same? maybe it's not too late for you to start seeking redemption.

"yeah, i'm gonna come home right after work." you manage to get out, only to be met by san's defying gaze and even more defying actions as he slides his curled up fingers deeper inside you, reaching a sweet spot he loved to caress every time he got his hands on you. you immediately jolt, removing your phone from your ear and stretching your hand as far as possible as you release a frustrated moan through your bitten lip. san leans forward and kisses your neck, still continuing his hand movements, building up your high with every gentle stroke of his fingers.

"better let him know your dinner plans." san whispers, hot breath fanning over your neck as his lips latch to it once again. you take a deep breath, trying not to let yourself too captivated in the moment as you stick the phone back to your ear.

"actually i think i have an extra project that i'll have to stay for a little while and finish." you weren't sure about the little while part. san's vibrations tickle the sensitive skin of your neck as he hums in approval upon hearing your answer. "i'm sorry." the regret can be felt in your voice way more than usual, apologizing for something way bigger than a late day at work. only if your husband knew it.

your mind was trapped between the feelings of remorse and pleasure. once again you have fallen victim to your lust and greed. once again the man in front of you has made you reach a new point of absolute shame in your life.

"don't worry, i'll see you at home, ok?"

"yeah," and for the next words you say, tears form in your eyes as you come to the realization that you speak them out to not arise any suspicion than feeling the need to actually say them. like this pressure of pretending that everything is still the same between the two of you, you muffle a quiet "i love you."

"love you too, bye bye." and with that, the disconnected tone plays in your ear.

fuck, you think as san drags his head up and looks into your teary eyes, retreating his fingers from inside you, leaving you hungry for your release, but given the situation, not enough to beg him to offer it to you. somehow, seeing you this vulnerable in front of him makes a new expression take over his features, one that almost reads pity. almost, being a keyword in this.

"oh, come on, doll," he sneers as he cups your face, using both of his thumbs to wipe the salty tears off your cheeks. "it's not like it's the first time you're doing this." emphasis on you're, because in truth, san wasn't really doing much to influence you on doing what you alone decided on taking initiative for. it all started and ended with you, therefore you were the only one to blame for all of this. but it was the first time you were doing this. making your husband unconsciously take part in his own betrayal. you didn't know what made you cry exactly. was it the part that you were cheating on him or the part that you had the audacity to pretend that you weren't?

"meet me in the parking lot after you're done." san adds as he helps pull your panties and pants up, dismissing you with the same two fingers that were inside you after he makes sure you look exactly as you did when you walked inside his horrific office.

this would be the last time.

or at least that's what you tell yourself to have some sort of mental peace. the option of stopping right now, going home and not fueling the inappropriate relationship between you and your boss is, of course, on the table. but you didn't bother giving it any thought before, why do it now?

your feet carry the rest of your body to his car, and you eagerly look inside, only to find no sight of him. you lean on the hood of his expensive car, silently drowning your mind in the reliving of your earlier actions, thinking if there would really ever be forgiveness for you. you wish to feel bad about it but for the most part of it, you don't.

"get in, we're going to my place." you hear his all too familiar voice from behind as you turn around. startled not only by the sudden impact of his strong echo in the quiet atmosphere of the dim lit parking lot, but by what exactly he was stating as well. that was a line you never crossed before.

there were the multiple times in his office, the occasional times in his car and the few times in hotel rooms but never have you invaded the other's personal space. that was a thing you both silently agreed on, just so to not complicate things even more than you already did.

he opened the back door first, throwing his suit jacket on the backseat and then climbed right into the driver's seat, looking at you through the window. still baffled by his earlier words, you get inside the car with careful movements, furtherly avoiding his burning gaze as best as you can by securing your seatbelt and looking out the window. you don't even know when you arrive, even for a short ride to his house, being lost in your overwhelming thoughts made you not memorize even a single thing from the outside world you were passing by.

as you step out of the vehicle, you come face to face with a big body of architecture. his house was white, modernized by wide windows that went from the floor to the ceiling letting you see all the insides of the house. of course san would choose this type of exposure. he was quite the exhibitionist, after all, even though his nearest neighbor was at least half a mile away.

you feel his hand occupying space on the small of your back, pushing you in the direction of the entrance as he walks beside you. you let him coordinate your every move, your mind still being half absent as it debated again whether this was an appropriate thing to do or not.

funny how you thought going to his house wasn't a proper thing to do, but you never took more than two seconds to suck his cock whenever you got a chance. your morality compass was really fucked up, wasn't it?

but of course, it was not this simple. the visit in question was not just a simple visit, it implied more than that and you weren't even thinking about physical aspect of it all but of the emotional one. of why san would want to bring you into his safe space and let you see the side of him that you should not see. that you shouldn't feel so curious to find out about now that the choice to do so lies within your grasp. but you do, and that is just one of the thousand of reasons for you to feel guilty later.

"welcome!"

you think you're going crazy when you sense actual excitement in his voice, a thin thread of it braided in between the coldness of his speech. the interior of the house surprises you by not mirroring the inside of his office. the atrocity of the room you have found yourself in before was of no liking to the house you stepped inside. strong scent of bubblegum air freshener hit your nostrils from the first few steps you took in the direction of the pretty black and white pictures hung on the walls. taking a closer look you manage to see each one of them had a date and san's name on the left bottom corner, good to see he still held on to his hobbies.

he walked over to the open space kitchen, leaving you to study the art and you did with utmost interest until you turned your attention to the living room, gazing over the fireplace and the couch that, to be fair, was way too big for someone who lived alone and spent most of his days at work or fucking you in who knows what odd place.

"let me show you around," his voice sounds from next to you. you turn around to be met by san holding two bottles of the shittiest beer you used to drink in college days. it also happens to be, to this day, your favorite one.

"you just...had this lying around?" you scoff as a sudden smile takes over your features, taking the bottle of beer held towards you from his warm grasp as you follow him down a spacious hall.

sipping from it awakes so many moments that you worry you may start feeling melancholic. it's been so long since the bitter liquid enchanted your buds that you forgot just how it tasted. san mimics your gesture, drinking a good amount of the drink in the recipient and swallowing with a loud satisfied sound as he looked at you.

"it was your favorite, right?"

you nod, letting yet another sip flow into your mouth and down your throat.

"you never had too good of a taste, did you?" he asks again and you can't help but roll your eyes, a chuckle being forcefully stolen from your lungs as you slap his bicep. takes you by surprise how he smiles too, like being in the comfort of his own home finally allows him to take off his mask. his dimples are still as beautiful as ever, making you stare at him while he stares everywhere except you.

he gives a few details about every room you enter and you try to remember the same amount about each one, be it the plushie that rests atop the chair in his study or the entire collection of videogames he keeps displayed, they all fulfill their mission of reminding you who san used to be-who he still is, if you would've ever bothered to look through the draconian facade he prefers to display nowadays.

"...and finally, this is the master bedroom." he says before swinging open the door to the only room that rests at the end of a set of white marble stairs. you follow in his steps, walking inside the room and scanning the tidiness of the space, covers laid up neatly on the bed situated in the middle of the room, framed by two sturdy nightstands on each side; a white rug adorning the expensive beauty of the dark nuanced floorboards. once again you come in contact with a framed photo on the wall facing the bed, only now you seem to recognize the jacket that the person in the focus point is wearing.

the first question that comes to mind is 'when did he even take this?' but two more seconds of analyzing and you remember; the sunny day at the lake, when he so much insisted on going on a walk when you suggested to just go to his apartment and get on with your needs. leaning over a fence, wind brushing the hair off your face as you looked left at a family of ducks that swam cutely in the bright water-there you were, in all your unaware glory of living the peaceful moment, realizing that sex with san might not be the only activity that you enjoyed doing. if only you wouldn't have been such a coward back then, to let your feelings grow for a man that was more than capable to fill in the position in which you imagined him so many times.

you were young. love scared you. but not more than it did now.

"i still have the jacket."

you find that these words are the only ones that seem adequate of speaking. san huffs from somewhere behind you, struggling to pull something out of a drawer, choosing to ignore your words as if they would connect him back to a time in his life he long had chosen to forget but to no avail, and seeing the picture of you every night before he fell asleep surely didn't help either.

"i was thinking we could try something new today."

his voice snaps you out of your trance and you turn to him, cringing at the sight of him wearing a proud smile as he holds a bottle of lube high up in his hands.

"i'm not having anal with you."

your words only make him shake his head in disapproval as he sighs and looks down, eyes searching around the room for words to articulate his thoughts. a completely different side of the one he showed in the office, one that you're not sure you've seen way before you worked for him either. if back then he would just say whatever was on his mind, now it was the complete opposite. he picked his words carefully, making sure each one had it's own weight to it.

"god, it always has to be sex with you, doesn't it?" and the soft, slightly disappointed tone in his voice makes you wonder if he refers to how things used to be between the two of you in the past, rather than how they are now. now it was established that something emotional between you was far off the table but back then...back then you knew that thinking you broke his heart was not much of a stretch. he practically begged you to give him a chance on your last night together, a chance for something more, something better.

you didn't do it. too scared of what it might mean, too afraid that you're going to drown if you were to swim in those sorts of uncharted waters. to say that it kept you awake some nights would be an understatement.

"i want you to give me a massage, y/n. my back hurts." he states as he looks you in the eyes and you sigh in relief at the stupidity of the situation, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as you nod your head in agreement, trying to hush away your shame as if it were obvious that you already knew that.

containing yourself around san was clearly something you were never good at. especially when he laid underneath you without a shirt on, each of your thighs straddling the sides of his narrow waist as you were pouring the cold oil over his naked back. your hands found occupation quickly, spreading the liquid over the entire exposed area in front of you, spending extra time on his wide shoulders. you kneaded his muscles with smooth movements, applying pressure in points you knew would be in need of. he didn't hold back any of his groans or satisfied moans that were stumbling out of his mouth as a result of you working hard and in silence to loosen his muscles. your fingers massaged his shoulders slowly, making sure not to neglect his nape or his lower back when you were draping your fists along the longitude of his spine.

choi san was the embodiment of temptation; the warmth he was radiating in combination with the glow of his golden skin veiling the muscles of his back and his godly moans were playing a certain number on you, making you wish your legs wouldn't be splayed out the way they are right now. the touch you were providing him-you were providing yourself, was definitely to no help in stopping the heat that you felt was pooling between your legs, somewhat afraid that it might actually leak through your panties, pants as well, and onto his naked back.

"you might want to consider a career change," his voice somehow sleepy upon saying the words, revealing the relaxation he was feeling thanks to you. "you're surprisingly good at this." he continues as you concentrate on your palms flowing smoothly over the sides of his torso. "let me do it too." the man adds as he taps your hip.

you remove yourself from him, kneeling on the bed as you watch patiently how he rises up, mirroring your position.

"are you gonna..." his words trail off as he points his index finger to your top in a quick motion of up and down

"oh! ye..yeah!" you awkwardly exclaim in the realization that for this to work, you have to shed any layer of clothing that dares hide your chest from the beautiful man in front of you.

san pays close attention to how you swiftly remove your garment, hands going around your back to unhook your bra as you let it fall to the floor, laying on your tummy as fast as you can. feeling his gaze on you times and times before is to no help when you come to face with the act again. there was always something about how san looked at you, through star sprinkled eyes filled with adoration and curiosity, that made your heart feel heavy as it beat in your chest and your head feel airy in the same exact measure.

he climbs on top of you, making sure not to support his weight fully on your lower back as he squirts the oily essence on your bare skin, warm supple fingers spreading it with soft movements. it was his turn to snatch satisfied groans from you as his hands were carefully pinching large spots of the skin of your shoulders, massaging away all the tense knots in their way.

"do you love him?"

it's almost like a hit to the gut, really. like all the stress he massaged away had come back in a second only from a few words. never before has san asked such question, maybe because he was terrified of the answer or just because he thought you might not even bother to answer at all. and his cowardice in doing so has prevented you to imagine such scenarios in your head, excluding the option of you not batting an eye to his words and preparing an answer to his question.

"yes." a short whisper, filled with skepticism nevertheless.

how much of the love you held for your husband was still true? how much of it was deep affection rather than the familiarity established in both of your lives along the years? how much of it was a lie?

"not enough to not cheat on him, it seems." you continue after a while under the same whispery tone. it sounds almost sad to your ears, hopeless, or more fittingly, disappointed in your own actions. the ones you couldn't stop despite the awareness of your wrongdoings. you liked to think that your husband hid the same dirty secret from you, questioning your trust in him just so you wouldn't be the villain of the story and him, a martyr wronged by the person he blindly chose to spend the rest of his life with.

"leave him."

his tone is determined, committed entirely to the sacrifice he is asking for, like he spent more than a few times imagining himself in the situation you were in. he stops abruptly from caressing your back with his strong hands and opts in lying on his back right next to you as he lets out a heavy sigh, looking to the ceiling.

"just leave him and come stay here, we both know you'd be happier." the slight shakiness in his tone revealing just how unsure he is with his statement. maybe he is right, but even if he is, how long will it last? you were happy at the beginning of your marriage as well but much of that dissipated way before anything started with the man next to you. will happiness with san last forever? could he grant that to you?

"i can't,"

short and true, which seems to break his heart when he turns his face towards yours. his eyes show more emotion than they ever did before, allowing you to peek into his soul and see the fragment that has never left him-the young man who was still in love with you no matter how much he tried to deny or forget. the one who still wanted more of you even though you already offered him had a big part of yourself.

back then, and still now, you gave yourself to san only physically but what he craved was way beyond that.

"you know that i can't."

'but you can' you imagine him saying it, but he doesn't, being well aware of the complexity of it all. you never weighed the option, for it was never given to you.

but now that it finally laid in front of you, considering it might be a dangerous game to play, only because you were afraid that the decision you might take would turn out to be completely detrimental for your current relationship, which you tried so hard to protect-to shield or rather, to hold on to.

san's hand comes into your field of vision and one delicate index finger brushes your cheek gently as he sighs deeply one more time.

"you haven't changed one bit," he begins a whisper, looking into your wide eyes with an emotion you can't quite pinpoint. "everyday i look at you and you're just the same as i met you. everyday you take my breath away and the fact that i can't have that just for me- that you won't allow me to...it fucking kills me." his words would suggest that he's angry but his eyes, his voice- they prove you otherwise. he speaks from a place of hopelessness somehow, like he lost all his chances.

fragments of his current behavior were shown to you in your previous meetings, but they were much more toned down in the forms of innocent whispered compliments at work or loving praise during sex where you were too blinded by the pleasure to give it any thought. however, his blatant confession still surprised you in some way, more because you didn't expect it to happen rather than not knowing of it's roots.

"you haven't changed either," you manage to finally get out, trying to move the spotlight away from you. "a part of me thought you did until today, but seeing your house, seeing the pictures..." it's all so hard to speak into existence between deep breaths and loud heartbeats. "...seeing you. i realize that you're still the same man, only better. and it kills me too, the fact that i didn't give you a chance way back then. but now, san it's...it's so complicated." you sigh again, your eyes not leaving his for a moment. you were no longer playing crushes at this point in your life. these were real people, real decisions and even realer emotions that you were talking about.

"i know that you think i can't even fathom what you feel. what i said was not meant to add to your pressure, it was just...an intent to make you see how things could be. that if you think you're not happy with him anymore, you could try that with someone else. even if it's not me. i just...i want to see you happy."

it takes san a lot of convincing to say the next words.

"that's why we can't keep this going. i see how it's eating you from the inside out every day and i hate it. i think that, for everyone's sake, you should make a decision after today."

his hand still on your cheek now brushes a tear away. you knew it would get to this at some point, but it hurt more than you imagined before. of course, not to the point where you would feel heartbroken but also not too far from that. his words are sweeter than what you expected from the man, making your heart tremble upon realizing that, for the first time in a long while, you were being seen. that san so easily picked up on what your husband has decided to ignore- or not pay attention to, all together.

...if you're not happy with him anymore...

would it have ever gotten to this point if you were happy? would you ever try to find what you were lacking in the arms of another man if you were given in return exactly what you were offering? you highly doubt that.

the problem was that now, you found what you were lacking and even more. a kind of connection that you and your partner couldn't establish before. an understanding that ran deeper than words, one that found itself in the mere look into each other's eyes. or at least that's what you think in your half enamored brain.

you support your weight on your elbows as you drag yourself closer to his body. if this could potentially be the last time, might as well make it one worth remembering.

you say nothing as you press your lips down on his, nipping at his bottom lip until he gives you access into the warmth of his mouth. your tongues swirl around each other, a well known dance learned in the nights when you chose to be held in arms that you shouldn't have craved. his warm hand takes ahold of the back of your head, pressing you further into the kiss that was slowly becoming a messy mix of clashing teeth and heavy breaths.

san's hands are quick to pull you over him, immediately going to unzip your pants after you're placed in between his strong thighs. even though it just left your skin, you find yourself craving his touch badly, making it harder for you to go along with your plan. using every bit of convincing on your mind, you follow your steps and drag your body down, placing open mothed kisses on his chest, abs and down to his pelvic bone as you rid him of his fancy pants.

left only in his black boxers, san struggles to keep a steady breath as he watches you kiss his sensitive tip through the thin material. you look up to him as you pull the garment off, his dick now free of the confines of his boxer only to find itself in the confines of your mouth. no second wasted from your part as you got to work immediately, placing his tip on your tongue and tracing it slowly with your wet muscle, following by licking long stripes from the base of his length back to the tip, placing your lips around it as you took him into the wetness of your mouth. bobbing your head in agonizingly slow movements, his tip brushed softly against the back of your throat every time your nose would bury itself in his pelvic area.

san's groans were nothing short of delightful for your ears, making you sloppily deepen his dick inside your throat. his dick was one of the few things you couldn't get tired of, its delicious taste ghosted your mouth for days on end every time you performed the outrageous act on the man. he grabs your hair into one fist, guiding your head at a faster pace than what you set in the beginning until he stops your motions entirely and begins thrusting deep inside your mouth while holding your head in place.

feeling him smack against your throat was exquisite, leaving many of the thirsts inside you quenched as tears slowly slid down your cheeks and with one strong pull of your hair, san groaned as he threw his head back, trying very hard not to cum. you gasped for air, wiping all the drool on your chin with the back of your hand while san was trying to rise his back off the mattress.

you placed your hands on his chest immediately, pushing him back into the pillows, communicating to him with the help of lustful looks as you undressed yourself of your pants. you climbed on top of him for the second time tonight and yes, him facing up with a hard dick in between your legs was definitely the preferred option. you held his length up with one hand, aligning his tip with your wet warm entrance as you slowly slid down on his erect member.

moans stumbling out both of your mouths as you laced the fingers of one of your hands with his, placing the other one on his shiny chest while his opted out to stroke your hip.

in all your times fucking san you found out that riding him was one of your favorite things to do, all thanks to his dick that was shaped perfectly for this position. you felt him fill out every crevice inside your velvety walls as his veiny shaft was coming in and out of you with every lift of your hips.

"holy fuck," he exhales through gritted teeth as he tightens his hold on your hand.

"tell me baby, does he get to see your tits bounce around like i do when you ride my cock like a little slut?" he sneers as he cups one of your breasts, fondling your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. shame makes your head dizzy and your body even hotter against his, but all his degrading words only fuel your selfish wish to get off by riding his beautiful girth.

"no," you answer, every ounce of common sense leaving your body as you smack your ass harder against him, feeling his dick fucking deep inside you, making you throw your head back in pleasure when it hits that sweet spot.

"and he might not get the chance to." you add through whimpers as you look down into his eyes, brain too fuzzy now to comprehend the weight of your words. he grins as he throws his head back again, sliding his hand down your torso until it meets your sensitive clit, rubbing it deftly.

"san-i'm...close." you cry under his touch, pressing harder into his hand, still locked with yours.

"me too, baby." he admits with an airy tone.

you press your lips to his, moaning into his mouth as sweet release leaves your body, spreading it all over his length as you don't stop grinding against him. with the help of your walls tightening around him, san spills right after you-painting your insides with his seed for the first time since you met.

maybe tonight you finally gave yourself to him in a completely different manner than you did before.

he hums into your mouth and you swear you can taste the undertones of his satisfaction as he holds you tightly to his chest, lovingly caressing your scalp as he continues kissing you, delving his tongue into every corner of your mouth. you slowly drag your weight off of him, taking your place next to him, lying face up just as he does.

a wide smile takes over your features as you look to your side, seeing san adorning his now disheveled hair and sweaty forehead. his eyes were closed as his chest rose in tandem with yours, trying to regain the rhythm of before both of your orgasms washed over you. he turns his head to you, mirroring your expression. you study closely as his dimples dent his cheeks, a single drop of sweat sliding down from his brow to his temple. still the most beautiful man that you ever laid eyes on.

"i love fucking you." you state through your smile while brushing the trail of sweat off.

"i fucking love you." he says back, the glimmer in his eyes more honest than ever before. and it makes it clear for you; where you want to be, where you should be, and who you should be with.

who you should've been with from the beginning.

this is the last time you would cheat, you think to yourself.

not to help you sleep better at night this time, but because starting with tomorrow it will no longer count as that.

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find part 2 here!