#i wanna get little ones for when i go out again

[lymtw]

On with Toji and his shy girl.

Toji is well aware of how badly you want to take things further with him. He catches you looking at his crotch at least twenty times a day, and when he points it out, your face goes crimson and you blubber out your repetitive denial about how you weren't even looking there. You always blame it on your horrible attention span and how you are prone to zoning out, but he knows better. Your eyes follow the outline in his pants instead of just staring at one spot. He finds it endearing, and he knows you'll get there, so he doesn't push it, but the look on his face tells you everything. He knows.

Sometimes, Toji gets impatient. He never tells you about it because it's not your fault you have his mind communicating with his dick. He has you— a pretty little thing to keep him company, but you're not like any woman he's ever been with before. You're subtle about your urges, and you don't outwardly beg for him to touch you.

When he's being touchy with you, you try to lean into it. It feels good to have his arms around you, but you can't help how he himself makes you feel. He never fails to make you nervous and you can't stop the thrashing of your heart when his hand goes up your shirt. He can feel you shaking as his hand glides up your torso, to your chest. He splays his hand over your heart, feeling the rhythmic crash of it against his palm. It's beating so fast.

"Holy shit," he laughs, feeling the quick rise and fall of your chest. "Baby, turn around and look at me." His hand slides down and out of your shirt. It rides across your stomach as you slowly turn to face him, resting on your waist once you settle. His green eyes take in the sight of your timid expression. There was a soft look in your eyes that was paired with your quivering lips as you attempted to smile for him. "My pretty girl," he starts, his hand coming up to tenderly cup your cheek, "you'll give yourself a heart attack if you don't relax." His eyes follow yours as they derail from his gaze. He can feel the heat that was linked to the pretty shade of red flourishing on your cheeks. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He searches your eyes for comprehension. "You get that?"

"I know," you mumble, shakily putting your hand on his. "Sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Just wanna hear you say 'yes, Toji. I understand'."

"Yes, Toji..." you sigh, pausing to giggle, nervously, due to the wave of embarrassment that courses through you.

"Go on," he says, a sly grin on his face. "Finish."

"I understand," you continue. "I do."

"Good girl," he praises, pinching your cheek. You're like a small bunny to Toji. He would do anything and everything to protect you because you're just so cute and innocent. You're a constant victim to his teasing because of how bashful you are about the little things. It's the exact reason for why Toji loves catching you off guard, sometimes hugging you from behind and leaning in to bite your shoulder. He loves that you always jolt, even when you know it's coming, and you gasp in shock every time. He can't get enough of it.

"Kiss me, yeah?" He says, eyeing your lips. He's leading you, as always, because he's not afraid to tell you he wants you. If he wants a kiss, he'll ask for it or he'll steal it from you. Most of the time, it's the latter.

"Okay," you say, leaning in to place a quick peck on his lips. It's short lived, but Toji got a taste of the sweet lipgloss you're wearing, and he needs more.

"That's just selfish, baby. Come on," he says, pulling you close, again. "Kiss me like you actually like me." He takes charge this time, locking his lips with yours. He starts out slow, but as your lipgloss is transferred onto his lips, and his tongue gets to taste more of its sweetness, he finds himself craving much more. He takes note of how you're struggling to keep up because of your lack of breath, so he resorts to kissing the corners of your lips to give you a chance to breathe. "You taste so sweet, mama." The second your breathing is regulated, he goes back to inhaling you, chuckling into a few kisses when he hears your little pants return. "Fuck, you're killing me." He wipes the remainder of your lipgloss off his lips with a thumb, and watches the flustered expression on your face as he sucks it off.

"Toji..." you whine, burying your face in his chest. You've never met someone like him. So confident that even when he's the one who craves your attention, you get shy about the way he asks for it.

"What? Flustered?" He asks, grinning at the grip you have on his shirt. You nod, silently. "That's too bad," he says with faux sympathy. "'Cause I'm not gonna stop. Not when you react so adorably to every little thing I do to you." He tests his theory and pokes your rib. You squeak in surprise, the exact reaction Toji expected. You sigh, red faced as you flip back onto your other side, facing away from Toji again. "You're really not helping your case, baby. Can't even look at me."

"Hold me," you say, immediately feeling like you're asking too much of him. "Please," you add, to diminish as much of that feeling as you can. Toji would do anything you ask of him because you barely ask him for anything. You're low maintenance, but even then, he understands that it's up to him to make sure you feel loved, cared for, and appreciated, regardless of whether you ask him to show you these affections or not.

"Alright, doll," he says, groaning as he positions himself so that he's spooning you. You can feel his body heat engulfing you as he molds his body into yours. His chest is warm against your back, and his thigh is slightly overlapping your thigh. "Don't know why you struggle to ask me for stuff like this. I won't turn you down."

"I don't wanna annoy you," you say, looking down at his arm that is wrapped around your waist. You can feel his blunt nails on your skin, a slightly ticklish sensation lingering as he draws little lines on you.

"You calling me annoying?" He asks, jokingly. You can hear the playfulness in his tone, a soft laugh released through his nose.

"No... No, I would never, Toji. You're not... I don't think-"

"Shh... I'm fucking with you, doll." He smiles as he places a quick kiss to the nape of your neck, the gesture eliciting soft goosebumps on your stomach, beneath his hand. "I'm only annoying around you... because of how cute, and pretty... and soft you are." You can feel his hands starting to travel further beneath your shirt again. Your heart pangs when his fingers just barely go beneath the cups of your bra, tracing the bottoms of your breasts. "So warm and delicate," he murmurs, continuing to roam further up your torso until he reaches your neck. He brings his index and middle fingers up to your pulse point, instantly locating the restless palpitations of your heart. "You're like a scared little bunny," he says, referring to the quick rhythm of your heart and how tense you've become. "I can put you at ease." His hand goes back down your torso, finding the knotted strings of your sweatpants. "You want that?" He purrs, against the nape of your neck.

"Okay," you respond, hazily, already dizzy on his attention. You can't deny how hot he gets you when he talks to you like this, despite the way your heart is constantly threatening to explode. He easily lures involuntary reactions from your body, like the messiness of your drooling arousal, or the goosebumps that rise when he so much as puts a hand on your back.

"Tell me you want it, mama," he says, untying the knot of your sweatpants. "Tell me how badly you want me to get between those pretty thighs," he says, lowly, right behind you.

"Please, touch me, Toji," you say, turning your head to face him for a brief second before bashfully turning back. You roll down your sweatpants and kick them off once they're down to your ankles. "They're off for you," you say, meekly.

"Oh, you're so fucking cute," he says, immediately feeling up your soft, exposed thighs. "Want me to make you cum?" His hand swipes over the front of your panties, lightly feeling up the soft texture of the garment.

"Please," you say, subtly begging for him to keep touching you. The simple word makes you feel every ounce of vulnerability in the moment, more intensely.

"Such a sweetheart. Don't even have to train you to be nice. It's just in you, huh?"

"Mhm..." you hum, your cunt throbbing at the feeling of his thick fingers rubbing you over your panties. You're already squirming in his hold. His lips against the back of your neck are adding so much to the overwhelming stimulation.

"Toji..." you whimper, wishing you could curl in on yourself while still feeling this pleasure. You grip your pillow as he keeps gliding his glossy fingertips up and down your clothed slit.

"So wet every time, baby. Your panties are a mess," he says lowly into your ear as he spreads the mess even more with each stroke of his fingers. You feel his hard on pressed against your ass, your little jolts of pleasure pushing back into him, offering little relief for him as he bears the sultry sounds of your quiet moans and whimpers. "I know this isn't not enough, so i'm gonna say this once, and once only my pretty girl." Toji's voice goes so low that you think you're being subtly disciplined by him. "Beg for more if you want more."

You gasp, uttering out a desperate, "T-Toji, please. Please, please, please."

"Please what, doll?" He says. Toji works to help you speak up in these situations. He can't help you if you don't say anything, and you'll learn this the hard way if you have to.

"Mmm... c-can you..." you squeak, putting your face in your pillow.

"Calm down and get it out," he murmurs, before kissing your shoulder.

"Please, put your hand inside," you blurt.

"Good girl," he praises. "You know, it's just you and me, right now. You're safe," he coos, sliding his hand into your panties. It's instantly met with warmth and stickiness as he glides his fingers through your slit.

"S-Sorry, i'm sorry.. S-So-," you whimper into your pillow, only able to focus on the pressurized motion of his middle finger rubbing up against your clit. His eyes go dark at the sound of your muffled little moans and whimpers. He can't help the deep chuckle that leaves him when you gasp and allow yourself to seek more pleasure by grinding against his hand.

"You're alright, baby," he murmurs with that softness you're so comfortable hearing from him. "Just let me hear those cute sounds you're making, yeah?" His cock was already twitching in his pants, but something about hearing you giggle while panting made it start throbbing even more. "Feels a lot better, huh?" He says, holding back a groan when your ass pushes against his crotch, again.

You nod, against the pillowcase, your shuddered moans homing into his ears. Toji nearly growls at the way you're consistently rubbing up against his crotch. It feels too good, it's starting to mess with his head. This isn't about him, yet he's so ready to let his selfish side come out and play.

"Fuck," he groans into your ear, a sound that makes your heart drop. "You gonna let me put it in, today?"

You don't answer, hoping your quiet moans make up for your lack of words. You want it so bad, though. At this point, you were having more frequent wet dreams of Toji and you want to believe the reason is because you've denied yourself the experience for so long, but those dreams are more than just a gentle introduction to sex with Toji. They're borderline perverted, featuring things you wouldn't even be able to utter to Toji. At least not now.

"Hm? Gonna let me slide into you, mama?" He asks, gliding his finger through your slit, teasing your entrance when he goes lower. You nearly choked on your own spit once he pushed the digit through, meanwhile Toji had the privilege of previewing the way your cunt spasms around something. His finger for now, but he's hoping maybe something else, later.

You're gripping the pillowcase in your hands so tightly as he feeds the length of his finger into your velvety walls. You're rendered speechless as you tremble in his hold, high pitched whimpers leaving you as you near your orgasm.

"Answer the question, pretty," he gently prompts.

"O-Okay," you say, breathily. "Yes, mhm..." you babble. You're no longer able to hold back your moans or the way your back arches off his front when you finish on his finger. The thick digit slows down inside you, warm coos of "good girl" being murmured to you as you go into your blissful state of serenity. Toji pulls his hand out, admiring the mess you left on his hand. He can't help the wicked grin that takes over his lips at the sight, your glossy remnants coating his middle finger and smearing across his palm.

"Perfect, baby," he praises. He kisses your shoulder and takes the measures necessary to calm your rapid breathing. A warm palm to your back, a secure embrace, words to ensure overall that he's got you.

He turns you over, so that you're flat on your back and takes in the relieved look on your face. He had exactly five seconds to watch you before you became fully conscious of the situation.

"Well, I know you sound pretty with my fingers inside you. Wonder what you sound like with something else in there?"

"Toji..." you whine, flustered by his vulgarity. You had nothing to cover your face with. The vulnerability you felt was immense. Toji's attention alone was like having the eyes of a thousand people focused on your every move.

"In all seriousness, we've been talking about this for a while, now, doll." He cups your jaw with one hand, allowing his thumb to run across your heated cheek. "I want you to feel comfortable when we're together, 'specially during stuff like this." He stares at your glossy lips for a second, thinking of the guaranteed sugary taste before flitting his eyes back to yours. "I don't want you to be scared of saying 'no' to me about anything."

"I'm not scared. I trust you," you say, resting your hand on his wrist. "I'm ready, if you want me." You smile softly, and your gaze nervously shifts from his to his neck, then his chest, before directing itself to his arm.

"If I want you?" Toji laughs in disbelief. "It's sad that you still don't get how much I do." He retracts his hand and figures out a way to loop himself around you so that you're under him. "I want you so fucking bad, baby," he says, leaning forward and into you. He notices the way you jolt when his tent pokes your crotch, and suppresses the devilish grin begging to come out. "I know you can feel it, right?"

You nod, unable to form words in the moment when he's looking at you like that, while shamelessly displaying his desire for you. "Good. Now, one more time, doll. Do you want me?"

"So bad, Toji," you utter. "Beyond bad," you add to accentuate your desperate need for him.

"Fuck... Yeah, mama?" He grins, leaning closer to pepper your face with kisses. You instinctively shut your eyes as he aims higher up on your cheeks and your temple.

"Please..." You sigh. Your cunt is pulsing around nothing due to the way his clothed length rubs against it, through your underwear. "I need you- w-want you," you falsely correct, a nervous giggle leaving you. You can feel the roses that died down on your cheeks begin to bloom again.

Toji perks up when the words leave your lips. He never thought you'd be the one outwardly saying that you need him, but here you both are, edging each other physically and verbally.

"I heard that," he teases, smirking at the sound of another giggle coming from you. "Gonna take real good care of you, baby. Don't worry." He massages your thighs, his face nose distance away from yours so he can catch the glint of lust in your eyes that you hide from him like your life depends on it. He won't kiss you until you either take it from him or ask for it. He can see you staring at his lips to avoid the suffocating eye contact that comes with being so close.

"Put it into words, ma," he says, lightly snapping the elastic band of your underwear on your skin, a couple times. "Tell me."

"Kiss me?" You ask, meekly. Your wish was his command, because he immediately removed the remaining distance between your lips and his. His hands are hot as they travel up your shirt, again. This time they reach behind you to unclip your bra. You're all too aware of the lack of pressure on your chest, as the cups loosen, only pushed against you by your shirt.

He pulls back, a sly grin on his face before his shirt is being tugged off. You have the cutest expression on your face, like you're lost on how things got to this point. Nonetheless, you follow his lead and sit up to take your shirt off. Your halfway off bra is fully removed and tossed aside, along with your shirt. All the alarms of anxiety are sounding off in your head, as you sit there, with only your hands as censors to the sight of your breasts.

"You're pretty," he says, putting his hands on yours. He doesn't pull them down, and instead waits for you to be comfortable enough to reveal yourself to him. It doesn't take long when you start ogling his body. You subconsciously drop your hands as you take in the occasional nicks and scars on his torso. You want to touch all of them, you want to touch all of him. He looks so handsome and soft, and those imperfections all but stunt his attractiveness. You reach out and touch a scar located beneath his ribs, watching his face to make sure it's okay for you to touch him this way, and he shows his approval by doing the same to you. The only difference is you squeak at the slightly ticklish sensation.

"Sorry." You smile, sheepishly, before retracting your hand.

He shakes his head. "You're cute." It was more meant to assure you than fluster you, yet there you were, throwing yourself back onto the pillow with your hands covering your face and your forearms blocking your breasts once again. You're so deep in thought that you don't pay any mind to all the shuffling going on as Toji rids himself of the rest of his clothes.

It's as if the air is knocked out of your lungs when you see the heavy thing Toji packs. It's red and swollen at the tip, and the sight of precum spilling makes your heart race. You feel some burst of pride as you imagine that you're the one making him react this way, but this doesn't sway you from your thoughts of how this could possibly work out for either of you.

"That- Um... How- Mmm..." you buffer, as you struggle to figure out how to bring up the matter without seeming like you're chickening out on him.

He laughs, wholeheartedly, at the expression on your face. You look unsettled, yet curious, and your loss for words only adds on to the picture of innocence he holds for you. "Oh, sweetheart," he says through short remnants of laughter. "You're gonna make my ego burst, if you keep that up." He massages your hips, taking note of the way you press your thighs together at the simple touch. "Ever had an actual dick in there, doll?" There's not an ounce of jest in the question. He just wants to know if you've experienced anything past fingering and oral.

You nod, and your heart thrashes in your chest. Would your response change his view on you? Would he treat you with more roughness because you've gone all the way with some of your past lovers? It was a scary thing to think about, despite the way his thumbs lovingly continued to apply pressure to your hips, like it was a step in your preparation for taking him.

Toji just nods in understanding. He doesn't blame any of the men who got to you before him. With all your amazing qualities and that pretty face of yours, who wouldn't want to stick you? Regardless, based on your reaction, he doubts you've been with a man as... well endowed as him.

"I'll be gentle with you, baby, like you're losing your precious flower all over again." He watches your shoulders gradually drop, your body somewhat relaxed due to his touch and his verbal reassurance. "Let's get these off, yeah?" He says, tugging at your underwear. You lift your hips for him and allow him to roll the garment down your legs. You're just as bare as him, yet you feel the vulnerability at a different volume.

His eyes are glued to the glossiness of your cunt, and all he can think about is what you'll sound like and what you'll look like when you'll filled with him.

"So pretty, mama," he says, thumbing at your slit. "A fucking work of art," he adds when you start squirming like you're sensitive to the combination of his words and touch.

"Toji, no-" your arms are just a bit short of the distance necessary to stop him from sticking his thumb in his mouth.

"Fuck," he growled when your taste coated the tip of his tongue. He had to go back in for more, this time eating straight from the honey pot. He couldn't stop. Not until there was enough of you on his tongue to be swallowed.

You thought this was it. That he would forget about wanting to be inside you when he was too distracted trying to make his palate memorize your taste. Then the muscle halted and you experienced a mini heart attack with the way he uttered "kiss me" with the urgency of a deadline that's past due.

He wasted no time raising himself and looming over you again, his cock making contact with your body for the first time. The kiss was filled with heavy breathing coming from both of you due to the way he slid his length through your slit, back and forth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, which was exactly what Toji was aiming for. A distraction for you with a taste he'll never be able to properly describe. A distraction as he glides his cock between your sticky folds, one last time, before he's directing the tip towards your entrance. You turn your face away to break the kiss, whimpering when he nudges his tip just a little further into you, enough so that you don't push him out and force him to start over.

"I know... I know, princess," he coos, taking in the quiver of your lips. "Put your hands on me. On my arms, my shoulders—whatever you can grip onto that isn't my dick." He grins at the soft laugh that accompanies your misty eyes, and soon enough your hands are on his biceps. They trail up to his shoulders when he dips down to kiss you again. "You can taste yourself, huh?" He mumbles into the corner of your lips, driving more of his length into you, as you respond with a hum and a nod.

"So sweet, doll..." he murmurs, locking lips with you again afterwards. He pushes another inch of his cock into you, swallowing your pained whimpers and squeaks. Rather than digging your nails into his skin, you found yourself losing the strength to even grab onto him. Your shaky fingers peeled off his shoulders and your heels dipped into the mattress. You let out shaky breaths through your nose, which Toji does not ignore. "Mm..." he hums, lips smacking as he releases your lips. "Fuck," he groans. "You got it, mama. Taking it so well. So fucking well, sweetheart." His brows subconsciously crease at the sight of tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

"Oh, sorry. Sorry," you repeat, using your palm to wipe away the tears. You chuckle, the sound coming out congested. "It's stupid," you mumble, as more tears fill your waterline.

"Hard part's almost over, baby. Promise it'll feel better in a sec." He leans forward to kiss away your new wave of tears, wiping the trails of dampness with the rough pad of his thumb. "It's gonna be so good. Soooo good, baby." He grins when you giggle at the elongated word, and kisses your temple while working the remainder of his length into you. "That's it, that's it- fuck, doll," he mutters, releasing the animalistic groan that's been trapped in his chest for the duration of the time it took to sheathe himself into you. He couldn't bring himself to brag about how good he was feeling when your pretty face was warped by discomfort, but it didn't change the fact that he felt everything. He felt the tightness that was accompanied by borderline rejection from your lack of custom to his cock, he felt the clenching that came with the seemingly never ending intrusion, and he felt your clammy little fingers on his burning skin, until they slid off.

You felt a familiar ache between your thighs, one that replicated your first time, but Toji wasn't lying when he said he'd treat you like you were going through that experience. If he were anyone but your lover, he could've been less careful, yet there he was, wiping your tears and encouraging you to get through the initial struggle in order to get what he wanted to give you from the start.

"All good, ma? Too much?" He asks in search of your verification. He's surveying your now more relaxed features, waiting for your response.

"That's it, right?" you ask, blinking up at him.

"That's it," he confirms, warmth radiating in his gaze.

You let out the biggest sigh, the gesture lifting a good pound off your shoulders. You've been holding your breath the entire time, taking everything for the sake of being good for Toji.

"I can feel you in my guts," you say, jokingly to relieve some of the tension in the situation.

"Good or bad?"

"Anymore and you'll be able to wrap my intestines around it," you add, a lighthearted giggle leaving you.

He laughs through his nose, an unshakeable grin on his face. "Silly girl. Think you can handle some movement?"

You nod, absorbing the glint in his eyes at your agreement. With that, he drags himself out of you, before slowly feeding himself in again. You gasp, immediately flushing at the sound of your voice. You felt more embarrassed now that Toji was able to watch your face.

"M-More... please...?" You managed to squeak out.

"Okay, doll," he says, increasing the pace a little.

Toji's rhythm was tweaked until the noises you tried so hard to keep to a minimum, could no longer be contained. Your whimpers were released into the open air, moans flowing smoothly with every push and pull of his hips. Your breasts were covered in his spit and purpling marks.

"God- Don't look-" you pant, rapidly. "Please... stop staring..." You were flustered beyond repair, your palms coming up to cover your flushed face.

"Let me-" he starts, cut off by a grunt. "Fuck, let me see that pretty face," he tries again, the words coming out raspy. "You either take down those hands or i'll do it for you, doll."

"N-No, please," you beg, a visible shudder reverberating through your body. Having him watch you this close was driving you insane. You felt like he was gonna eat you alive.

"Take them down. Last time i'm gonna say it."

Toji was never mean to you. He liked teasing the hell out of you in good fun, but nothing could ever make him intentionally hurt you or make you feel lesser. Even this sternness came from the pit of his heart.

"Three..."

"Please, no."

"Two..."

"B-Baby," you call, in an attempt to distract him. It made a good reach but he had to shake it off.

"One... Now you've temporarily lost the use of your arms," he says, effortlessly pulling your hands away from your face, pinning them beside your head with his own enormous hands. He instantly captures the flourishing red on your cheeks. "You're so cute, ma. What are you hiding yourself from me for? Huh?"

You think you might die with the way he's gripping onto your soul through the way he holds eye contact. Unwavering, intense, just borderline debilitating.

"Please, Toji. Don't look at me like that."

"I want to. You're so pretty, it's getting me off, doll." He groans, the clench of your cunt around his cock squeezing him so well. "I know it's doing things to you, too. You like being watched by me, baby?"

You've never felt so good that your eyes rolled back into your head. To say that you were in heaven was an understatement for what you truly felt, because it happened then and there, for the first time. Those pretty eyes that normally freeze in shock or widen in surprise, were reduced to white cue balls, fluttering shut to prolong the inevitable acknowledgment of the sight by Toji. You inhale sharply, releasing the breath, shakily.

"Fuuuck, princess..." he practically growls. "That was enough of an answer. Holy fuck." He smirks at the way you avoid his gaze after the matter, your mouth still slightly ajar as you release those doubled little breaths. "So good- Such a good fucking girl," he speaks into your jaw, his ability to hear you enhancing when you start breathing and moaning beside his ear. "Fuck, gonna cum, doll. Where do you want it?"

"God... fuck it into me," you babble, so confidently, almost mindlessly.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck it into you?" He purrs, lips sucking on your sensitive skin.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, the high pitch confirming your pleasure ridden daze. Your nails have left enough indentations in your palms to need caring for after you both finish, so you uncurl your fingers and try to loosen Toji's grip on your wrist.

"Can't have you covering your pretty face again, baby. N-Not when i'm so close," he reproves, unlatching himself from your jaw to stare into your shiny eyes. You somehow managed to get what you wanted, anyway. His left hand dragged up your wrist, and over your palm before lacing his fingers between yours, effectively keeping it pinned to the bed while satisfying your need for more tenderness. "You sure, doll? I can't stop it once it happens," he says, desperate for your response as his orgasm gets closer.

"Please, Toji..." you confirm, squeezing his hand. Within a couple seconds he gives you everything he has. He sounds like someone who's been deprived of physical intimacy for too long, the gasps and hitched breaths he leaks bringing a tremble to your chest with how hard your heart is beating against your ribcage.

"Oh fuck, baby... baby." He lets out a short, deep laugh, ragged breaths expelled from his mouth as he thrusts significantly more slowly into you, pushing his warm seed further with every roll of his hips. He leans down to connect his lips with you, releasing your left wrist to drag his right hand down between where you both connect. He rubs your clit rapidly, swallowing the little whimpers you hum into his mouth as he rapidly works to bring you another orgasm. "Cum," he whispers, only pausing the languid entanglement of your lips for the purpose of getting the single word out. As if you were compelled by him, your walls violently spasmed around his length and you released all over him.

Toji responded to all your unfinished thoughts and unabashed moans, with nodding and humming to assure you that your rambling was being heard. He lured out all your pleasure, only stopping when you cried out little pleas for mercy, your stomach quivering and your legs twitching.

Toji returned his index and middle fingers to the pulse point on your neck, staring at you as he felt your heartbeat tap rapidly against his fingertips. He wordlessly watched with a smirk on his face, until your little huffs subsided and your heartbeat somewhat regulated.

"My little bunny," he teases, that sly, fox-like grin undying.

Your cheeks burned with every second that his gaze lingered on your face. All you could do was let out a small whine at the nickname before pushing his hand away from your neck.

He pulls out of you, taking in the tremble of your thighs that accompanies the new vacancy of your cunt. You let out a final sigh, before completely stilling on the bed. He ran two fingers between your slit, smearing your combined mixture of fluids on your inner thighs and stomach. You couldn't argue about the messiness when your pussy fluttered at the gesture.

Toji lets himself fall into place beside you, immediately bringing you close to him again. He blinks, not knowing how to phrase what he feels in the moment. He feels good, happy, satisfied, and everything in between. You're glowing right before him. He can see himself in your eyes from how much they shine.

"Doll, stay." He lets out the breath caught in his chest, bringing a warm hand to the dulcet features on your face.

"Hm?" You heard him, but you want him to be sure. You like to believe you know Toji's mannerisms well enough, and this is a test for one of them. You know that if he's not sure about something or if he's second guessing himself, he won't repeat what he said.

"I want you to stay," he repeats, shutting down your doubts. His thumb tenderly grazes your cheek. "Stay and freshen up with me before bed. I've always wanted to hear your morning voice."

You furrow your brows in confusion, a soft smile still gracing your face. "You've heard my morning voice. I've stayed over before."

He smirks. "That's not how I mean it, baby. You'll find out tomorrow if you stay."

"Oh. Oh... Jeez, Toji." You can't even look at him. There's a familiar look of innocence on your face, one that Toji loves more than you'll ever know. Your eyes get all glassy and your cheeks start glowing red. You start giggling at every little thing, not able to move past such an indirectly vulgar thing so quickly.

He pulls you even closer, a grin on his face as your noses touch. "Stay," he repeats, again. "You know you want to." He lures a giggle out of you with this. "And I want you here."

You break. You were never gonna say no, but it was becoming increasingly harder to withhold your response. "Okay, okay."

"Yeah?" He pecks your lips. "You're gonna stay?" He places another quick kiss.

"Ye- To-" He keeps interrupting you with rapid, chaste kisses. "Toji." You giggle. "I'm staying!"

"I knew that."

[propertyofwicked]

SMITTEN - LN

ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU

based on this request ✧ my inbox is open ✧

warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one

masterlist the playlist

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yourusername 10 years ago today, i competed in my final karting race in order to pursue my dream career - and i would do it all over again, especially when i still get to spend my days with these losers

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[taurasiluvr]

WE. NEED. MORE. SIZE. KINK. SEX.

WITH. PAIGE. BUECKERS. PLEASE.

i saw this post a while back and it was something along the lines of "paige looks like the type to push down where she's at in your stomach" like some kinda stomach bulge and unfortunately i have not been able to get that outta my head so!! here's a fic!! +size kink cus yk me

you don't even remember how'd you gotten here, in this moment, right now ─ in paige's bed, getting absolutely wrecked by her strap. and nope, you didn't mind, not one bit.

she had you pinned beneath her, her strap buried deep inside you, stretching you in a way that left you breathless. paige looked down at you, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched your expression, drinking in the sight of your pleasure.

her hands moved to your stomach, pressing down gently. "look at that," she murmured, her voice filled with awe and desire. "can see myself inside you."

you looked down, your eyes widening at the sight. there was a slight bulge in your stomach, a visible proof of just how deep paige was inside you. the sight sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your body responding eagerly to the visual confirmation of your connection.

"god, p," you moaned, your hands gripping her shoulders. "can feel you so deep."

paige's eyes darkened with lust, her hand pressing down a little harder. "you like that, baby?" she asked, her voice a low growl. "you like feeling me this deep inside you?"

"yes," you gasped, your hips bucking against her. "i love it. please, don't stop."

paige's began moving against your hips, her thrusts becoming harder and more precise. she kept her hand on your stomach, pressing down with each thrust, enhancing the sensation. the combination of her depth and the pressure on your stomach was driving you wild, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

paige had pulled your legs further apart before lifting them onto her shoulders, making sure you felt every inch of her. her pace increased speed, your head falling back with each thrust.

"oh, fuck, paige," you cried out, your voice breaking with each powerful thrust.

paige's eyes were locked onto yours, her expression filled with raw desire. "that's right, pretty girl," she growled, her hand pressing down on your stomach again. "want you to feel every inch of me. wanna make you cum so hard you can't see straight."

you were so close, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. each thrust sent shockwaves of sensation through your body, your mind consumed by the intense connection you shared with paige. you could feel the pressure building, the tight coil of pleasure ready to snap...

"paige, 'm gonna—" you started, but your words were cut off by a cry as your orgasm tore through you.

your body convulsed, your vision going white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. paige didn't let up, her thrusts slowing but not stopping, drawing out your orgasm until you were completely spent.

when you finally came down from your high, your body felt like jelly, every muscle relaxed and tingling. paige gently lowered your legs from her shoulders, her touch tender as she moved to lie beside you. she gathered you into her arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

"you were amazing," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

you smiled, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. "that was... so good," you replied, your voice still shaky. "i love you so much, p."

"i love you too," paige said softly, her eyes shining with emotion. "more than anything."

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[kamii-2]

I neeeed a paige x reader with the reader using the strap bc I just saw a post where they said they would strap paige down and they r just so real for that 😝🎀

hi anon!! this idea is funny asf but also real asf, so i hope you enjoy it!!

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: smut

pairing(s): paige bueckers x reader

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“paige, can i strap you tonight?” you asked while leaning against the kitchen island while paige was in the living room on the couch, “absolutely not.” she laughed. “why? i wanna know what it feels like to fuck someone with the strap.” you begged, “no. you are not fucking me the damn strap.” she laughed again, “bro please.” you pleaded while walking up behind her. she put her head back and looked up at you, “please?” you asked again. “fine but this is the one and only time.” she gave in, you smiled and walked around to in front of her. “thank you.” you kissed her on the cheek, “when can i?” you asked her, “later in the day so i can mentally prepare myself for this.” she said and you laughed but she was serious.

-

you kissed her on the lips before lining up with her entrance, “are you ready?” you asked with your hands on her hips. “…yea.” she seemed unsure, “before i start i’d like to say you can tell me to stop whenever you’d like and i won’t get mad.” you told her while your thumbs rub her hips in reassurance, she nodded and you slowly pushed in. “it doesn’t feel right y/n.” she looked uncomfortable, “it will for a little because your body isn’t used to getting stretched like this.” you told her while pushing the rest in slowly. you gave her a little to get used to the feeling before you thrusted in and out.

she started breathing heavily, soft moans slipping out. “fuck, go faster.” she was already asking for more. you were surprised she already liked it but you weren’t complaining at all. “i should’ve let you do this sooner.” paige said while breathing heavier than before. “see, i knew you’d like this.” you smiled while going faster like she asked. actual moans were starting to spill out of her mouth instead of whimpers and heavy breathing.

paige gripped your arm hard as she was about to cum, definitely leaving a bruise. “i-i’m about to cum.” she groaned out as she gripped your arm harder. you kept going and soon enough she came on the strap. “maybe i’ll let you do this again one day.” she said out of breath as she used to elbows to sit up and watch you take the strap off. “what happened to ‘this is the one and only time’ hm?” you teased her as you say next to her leaning in a little, “shut up.” she laughed and she pushed your face away.

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im sorry this is short but i hope you enjoyed it!! i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[chaosandmarigolds]

sześć 🚑

EMS AU Thingy!!

summary: Simon Riley finds himself utterly and hopelessly in love with the newest medic on base, and during this EMS refresher he attempts to ‘make a move’ unfortunately he has the social skills of a five year old.

for the record you…you were a tough skinned woman, you were able to handle pain and you certainly didn’t get flustered. All the same, this situation…this was something.

“What do you-“ you groan as you get the same question asked for the tenth time ‘are you sure you want it as tight as if it was real?’ And you huff out, “Yes. I’m bleeding, I will die if you don’t get the stupid tourniquet on.”

Johnny, who volunteered to go first stares at you with wide eyes, “Don’t wanna hurt ya lassie.”

“No, I’m already hurt, I’m bleeding out from an artery! Hurt me more if it keeps me alive, what am I gonna do? Scream at you and then die? Rather it hurt a lil’ bit but be alive.” The words were snapped out and you keep your arm outreached from where you sat, you could tell he was feeling a little antsy so with a groan you stand up, walking over to your bag- you had already stripped down to your tank top to make it easy for a tourniquet to be applied and you grab the bottle of fake blood, lord knew how long it had been sitting it that small bag.

“Would you rather me be in character? Screaming and wailing-“ when he shook his head violently you nodded and set the bottle back down, going back to where you were sitting.

once again he faltered, looking between the tourniquet and you, so with a frown you lean forward, “Hurt me.”

if only you could see how Kyle nearly gagged on his water or even how the captain looked up from his phone with a more the mildly intrigued gaze. Especially the dear (odd) lieutenant, who had taken to standing behind the chair for some odd reason.

You quickly realized why, as the tourniquet tightened and the throbbing pain on your arm began to pinch (it’s not the tightness, it’s more of the skin pinch) you tilted your head back, to be met with the masked creature staring down at the…or maybe you? You couldn’t tell. “The worse part is the skin pinch, ya know.” The words were a bit rasped due to the state of your breathing, because good lord Sergeant MacTavish could tighten a tourniquet.

The lieutenants eyebrows raise, or thought they did, “M sorry. Johnny let er go.”

“Check for a pulse,” you quickly correct, looking down at the porn man, stuck in headlights, “Always check for a pulse after applying a tourniquet or a splint.”

you couldn’t feel your hand. So you had no idea if you had a pulse. And so, Kyle went next on your other arm, and he was nice about it, double checking he had somehow managed to get no skin pinch- something you, until that moment, said was impossible with a tourniquet. Then the Captain, who was particularly gentle, out and out refusing to tighten it all the way on your leg. Then came the lieutenant.

“I was shot in my thigh, I’m dying.” You state deadpanned, holding out the tourniquet for him to take. So when he took the small device you leaned back in the chair, extending your leg.

One thing you realized is that the Lieutenant was very…focused, as he was just then, with one hand he had lifted your leg up and slipped the tourniquet over, and then within another moment it was strapped. Which alone even without turning, it was insanely tight, and the leg- well those just flat out hurt, you could feel your pulse in your inner thigh and your heart began to race.

“It’s unrealistic.”

you hum, snapping your gaze to where you had fixated it on the wall, and to the man, the sound you made was…borderline pathetic, more like a shaky groan, “Lie…Riley, what? What-what do you mean, unrealistic?”

The man shrugged and then tightened the tourniquet with a 360 turn of the windlass, and you bit down on your tongue. “You getting hurt I mean.”

“I-i was on the field it hap-happens, ya know?” God, stuttering? The bar was calling your name tonight.

His eyes snap up to yours, and he turns the windlass…again, “Wouldn’t let it happen.”

There was a stiff silence and you then rasp out, “Check my pulse and then let it go…please, Riley.”

(…cringe? Yeah I know, but in my defense tourniquets hurt like a dog and this was literally my entire idea for that whole segment. So…yeah! Comments and feedback make me a better writer and person, toodles!!)

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Anonymous asked:

Accidental kiss with one of cod men of your choice, except when you try to pull away he pulls you down again to give you a proper and longer kiss 💋

Oops!

Tags/CWs: gn!reader, pre-established relationship, pre-established consent, use of pet names/terms of endearment, kissing.

Divider by: @/adornedwithlight

It's two in the morning, and you're out of bed for a midnight "snack", microwaving a small frozen pizza you bought from the convenience store, now you're sitting on the kitchen counter while waiting for it to finish heating in the microwave, your lover standing in between your legs, drinking a glass of water. "You ate my dinner leftovers.", you tell him, it didn't anger you at all, you actually stood in front of the fridge with your empty container a couple of minutes ago, chuckling to yourself as you saw the evidence of his crime. "Your food is my food love, we live under the same roof.", you squint your eyes at him, letting out a series of sounds that sound like what he said, mocking him. He sighs after taking the cup from his lips, putting it on the counter next to you, taking one of your hands and kissing your wrist, "When the pizza's done heating, could I have some too love?"

You roll your eyes and huff, "Fine, ok, but don't get upset if you don't find your lunch leftovers tomorrow, ok?", he gets his face closer to yours, taunting you with those sweet, sweet brown eyes of his, "Mhm, alright, I won't.". He gets a little closer but the microwave beeps, and you instinctively turn your head to the side to look at it, your lips roughly crashing onto his, foreheads hitting. You pull back and whimper a little as you rub your forehand with your fingers, "Sorr-", he doesn't care, not one bit, pulling you in for a real kiss this time, one where neither of you are headbutting like cats do, one where you melt a little when you feel his hand holding the back of your head firmly, that closeness and firmness that grounds you whenever you're too deep in his touch, in his kisses when they seem to be longer.

He pulls back, biting your lip gently and looking into your eyes, he finally lets go and sighs, looking at you tiredly as you smirk up at him, and you pulled him back into your chest, taking his hand this time, and kissing each knuckle tenderly, "Pizza's ready, do you wanna do the cutting?".

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Spoiled Brat Child Reader | Platonic Yandere Twisted Wonderland

“You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my mom!”

It’s alarming for a child to be brought to a world completely different from their own

It’s just as alarming when that child is good at getting what they want

“Aren’t I generous–”

“This is it? What are you some poor old featherduster? Is this really all you can do for the child you practically abducted with your weirdo mirror ceremony un-believable.”

You fit right in at NRC

Stomping your foot and pointing your little gloved fingers 

You have way too much ease when it comes to confronting your seniors

Already surviving and rumored to have started Overeblots

Gathering rows of thralls friends that take it upon themselves to be the big brothers you need try and instill some disciplines

And oddly enough the ones to do it first surprisingly  are those at Scarabia

“Oh (Y/n)! Look at you in your little Scarabia clothes, it looks so good on you.”

“Hmph no it doesn’t I look poor. I wanna wear something else!”

“But you do look cute, promise!”

“I don’t care! Something else!”

“...(Y/n)...”

“Shut up you shouldn’t get to talk to me, servant!”

“(Y/N)!? Apologize!”

It’s really bad at first when rotations have you staying with them

Kalim like so many others is enamored by your cuteness and is usually at your whim

But the minute you take it too far with Jamil especially after his Overblot

Before the Overblot Jamil would just try to hypnotize you or play into your bossy attitude

He’s already watching an overgrown child so why not bratty one too

After his overblot though the guilt from endangering little you has him oddly quiet when you take your jabs at him too far

It’s Kalim who steps up

Doing something he didn’t even do when Jamil had plots to take over the dorm

Get Mad

“(Y/N) THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NOT OKAY! JAMIL DOES SO MUCH FOR YOU AND YOU ARE BEING SO UNGRATEFUL! YOU NEED TO APOLOGIZE NOW.”

The dorm is absolutely quiet

As you nervously shuffle your feet

The thing about being bratty and spoiled is that you almost never get corrected 

Like ever 

So when one of your most avid spoilers turns around to lay down the law

It’s surprising

So surprising you just might cry

“I….I….I…Waaahhahhhhh!!! I’sorry Jamil! Sorry! Sorry! I love you still! Sorry don’t be mad at me!”

Crying into Jamil’s jacket for an hour or two before you’re sleeping 

Kalim is silently crying to himself as he’s certain you’ll never smile at him again

But he doesn’t plan to apologize either he doesn’t feel sorry for defending Jamil

He just hopes he can stand his ground

Jamil on the other hand is beyond amused

It doesn’t really hurt him when a child who stomps and whines about trivial things starts making fun of him

Even having just survived his Overblot he knows it’s nothing but hot air 

He already knows you like him because despite being a 'servant' you’ll follow him around to tell him about something silly Grim did

But the way Kalim actually spoke some sense into you suprises him a lot

He was just going to quickly hypnotize you to listen when he glared at you 

But this was so much better

It ended with you clinging to him promising you’ll behave and that you are grateful for him

“I really really really am, Jamil!”

“I know.”

“I really really really really am!”

“I know Habibi, sleep please.”

“Okay….only if you stay with me though.”

Come next morning you’ll shyly greet Kalim hiding behind Grim or Jamil 

Until its time for you to draw something for him while you sit a little bit closer

“Here…”

“Oh uh thank you.”

“It’s…a picture of us…Me and carpet drew it to uh…apologize for misbehaving. Do you…forgive me?”

“......”

“Kalim?”

“Waahaahha! Oh (Y/n) you’re a sweet angel yes I do!”

Kalim’s unbelievably happy and Jamil is so so prideful 

He is the one taking you hand-in-hand while you apologize for some of the more heinous things you’ve said or done

“I–er–well I…”

“Out with it, (Y/n).”

“O..okay. I’m sorry Ruggie for calling you poor.”

“Wow I didn’t think you’d ever do something like that. Are you sick?”

“I actually really like dandelions too…I tried one after I saw you trying it.”

“....(Y/n)! If you don’t mind being poor you can come home with me next break.”

“Really–”

“Ah-ah no you don’t.”

For this Crowely suddenly is much more willing to give the dorm a bit more leeway when it comes to taking care of you

But if the other dorms have anything to say about it that won’t be the case for long

[cherriesformatt]

obvious || matt sturniolo

mattxfem!reader

summary: basically the requests

warnings: fluff

word count: 1,3k

a/n: I tried my best with that requests! Again I thought combining this two would be great I hope that is okay! I know it took a long time and also I am sorry if I am not writing your requests so often! If I am not that means I am either not comfortable with writing it or i already did it in some way before. Hope everyone is good! Thanks for 552 followers thats craaaaaaazy!!!

🍒

"I think you're drooling a little y/n" I heard and it made my look away from the ice.

"I do not know what you're talking about Nick" I mumbled and started to tie my skates.

Nick only rolled his eyes on me and sat down next to me already changed from his uniform. Nick was my best friend and he and his two triplets brothers were playing in the hockey team. Chris and Matt also were my friends but I met Nick first back in the elementary school. We kinda all sticked together and were in the same friends group ever since.

I was figure skating and my practice was right after theirs on the school ice ring. I always came early to change and look at them practice. Or well...look at Matt.

At the beginning of high school I developed a huge crush on him that apparently everyone and their mothers though is was so obvious. Not to Matt tho. He never did anything towards me to show he likes me more than a friend. I would never have balls to do it first especially if it had possibility of ruining our friendship.

"Please....when are you going to tell him? It's almost prom time... are you going to suffer again because he will be asked to go by someone else? And it is our last prom..."Nick said looking down at me.

I sighed and finished my skated and stood up from the bench. The stupid rule we had in this school was that girls were supposed to ask boys to prom.

"Nick... I had a very shitty day and I do not wish to speak about this now. I am going to warm up. Bye hope you guys had a good practice. I will see you later" I said and took my sweater of and put my AirPods in.

I skated away from him and started to warm up in the corner. I did runaway from this conversation because it was not on my list today. I had a very stressful day and it was about to get better because I could get lost in music and ice.

I was glad Chris did not came to great me because he probably would make his comments and made me nervous for Matt to hear them.

I looked at him wondering why he is still on ice. He looked mad and he was hitting puck after puck to the empty net.

There was no one else here now. Nick left and the other people too. I had my practice by myself today because my coach was sick.

"Hi..." I said skating closer to him and turning down my music.

"Oh...y/n hi. I am sorry I'm still here. I was going to ask you if it's fine for me to take one corner? I had a shitty practice and I wanna work on it" He said looking at me.

He was a good player. Furious but good. So I do not know where is this coming from.

" Sure...I do nit mind. Everything okay?"I asked looking at his blue eyes. Eyes that I could think about for hours.

"I just had a very shitty day and thats all" He said.

"Tell me about it...."I laughed because we usually had a very similar mood.

"Mondays, huh?" He smiled at me and I nodded.

I smiled and took one of AirPods out and offered to him.

"Wanna listen to my happy playlist?" I smiled and he took it and took his helmet off to put it in and put his helmet back on.

"Of course you have a happy playlist..."He shook his head at me and I smiled and pressed play.

We just started to do our things and just took little glances at each-other when the songs we both well knew started to play. And let me tell you. My happy playlist was a very dirty rap and trap playlist so seeing Matt laugh at that made my evening.

"You're impossible kid, you know?" He said skating to me while I just landed from my jump.

"I do not know what you're talking about" I smiled and fixed my dress.

"Here... I need to go but that was nice... thanks for sharing" He said and gave me back my AirPod.

"Hope it made you feel a little better" I said taking it back and he just smiled and fixed his hair. It made butterflies in my stomach go wild.

"Bye y/n.... the new dress looks great on you... I love how you're all white while I'm all black" He said just before getting out of the ring and walked to the lockers.

What the fuck.

He loved that we matched? Or whatever that was. I need to seat down.

I couldn't think straight anymore so I finished my practice and went to seat down. Just as I sat down I got massage from Chris.

And they were not meant for me.

Oh my god.

That means… He liked me back? And he knew all this time?

I felt like having panic attack when I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the ring.

In the moment of when I wanted to push the doors there opened and my eyes met his.

“y/n…. I” he started when our eyes locked.

"I thought you left..." I said. I did not know what to do with myself. I was nervous and relived and exited and felt like passing out in the same time.

My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest any minute.

"I was in the car...but then..this stupid motherfucker...I swear..."Matt said and I laughed nervously.

"You knew? You knew this all time that I liked you more than a friend?" I asked looking at him nervously hugging my bag.

"I honestly I did not....I overheard your conversation with Nick...and than I told him how I feel. Chris might be stupid but he was right....I was a coward for not telling you... but it so.. o.."

"Overwhelming and scary? I know..." I interrupted him.

"But I do....I do like you back... more than a friend. You have been nothing but my escape since the begging of the year and I cannot keep this to myself. Not anymore" He said.

All I wanted do now was just to finally kiss him. I do not know where I found the courage to do so but the moment I let go of my bag I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Perhaps we should thank Chris..."I quietly said before I closed the space between us with a sweet kiss.

He was surprised with my actions but he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer.

"You do not know for how long I wanted to do that..."He whispered when we moved away.

"I actually do...." I said and smiled and brushed some hair away from his forehead.

"Let me walk you to your car?" He looked at me.

I nodded and he took my bag. When we got to my car he stole one more kiss from my lips.

"So...would you like to go out with me?"He asked.

"As..."

"As my girlfriend?" He finished my sentence and I couldn't believe this was real.

"Only if you go to prom with me as my boyfriend?" I asked nervously biting the inside of my cheek.

"Of course I will..." He smiled and I swear he blushed a little.

"Then yes from me as well....and Matt?"I smiled at him.

"Yes?"

"Do not yell at Chris... he did us a favor honestly for real" I laughed.

"I know, I know... I will try my best" He smiled and walked away to his car.

I think I sat in my car for good 15 minutes and just smiled to myself before I left home and had 30 minutes face time call with Nick about this evening.

When shitty day turned to be the best day of my life.

[seungmoonandstars]

𝐼’𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓎𝑒𝓉…

Kim Seungmin/female reader

wc: 1.8k

rating: explicit/18+ (contains: jealous reader, Seungmin teasing, f receiving oral, over stimulation)

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“Jagiyaaa, come here…what’s the matter?”

You set yourself on the far side of the couch, paying no attention to how your post-shower towel falls around you, “nothing, I’m okay…” and look absently at your phone.

“Why no hug?” He coos.

Of course he has to say it like that. He sits down gently and wraps his fingers around your ankle, “no hello kiss? I missed you.” You look up at him and shake him loose, but he grabs you again and squeezes. “Are you gonna be a little brat?”

The swiftness in the change of his voice makes you heat up, but you decide to stay strong against him, or attempt to. “No.” You grab the towel and tighten it around your chest.

“Then tell me what the problem is, unless you want it forced out of you”

Head still down, you peek at his hand wrapped tight around your ankle. It slides up, very slowly, until it gets to your knee, and he pushes it out of his way.

“I don’t like the silent treatment.” Seungmin moves until he’s settled in the empty space between your legs, “look at me…please,” and forces them open a little more. The phone is swiped from your hands and tossed to the floor, and now you look at him. His eyes are narrowed, his face is serious as he sucks on his lower lip. “That’s better. Now…what did Minnie do?”

You start to open your mouth, but he interrupts…

“And don’t say nothing”

“My phone was pretty quiet the last few days”

Seungmin’s eyes grow big, and he puts on a good, dramatic frown. He lets go of your knee, and then he’s up and gone, and you desperately want him to come back. Instead, he picks up your tossed phone and gently sets it on the coffee table. Back turned to you, he speaks again…

“I’m sorry, I know I was really bad at keeping in touch this time”

This is the first time he’s been bad at it, which is why it feels off. Seungmin is always great at keeping in touch, even when he’s busy. Sometimes you can't keep up with him. Deep down, you know you're being stupid, but you can't stop yourself.

“The last few days were kind of nonstop, and the fansign yesterday went on longer than planned,” he turns and looks at you, and waits for a response, but you don’t give him one yet. “Do you forgive me?”

“Big fansign? Bigger than usual?”

“Maybe a little bigger…not much different than they usually are”

“Lots of hands to hold?”

Seungmin tilts his head to one side, and smirks before slowly making his way back to you, “yes, lots of stays.” He sits again, but this time he leans over you and hovers, an arm on each side of your waist. “Lots of hands to hold.”

You free yourself and push him a little too hard, and he laughs as he hits the back of the couch.

“Come back, sweetie…what’s wrong?” But he doesn’t move. Seungmin sinks into the couch a little more and sighs. The apartment quiets, save for the light sound of music coming from the kitchen. He waits, and waits... but after a few minutes, impatience sets in. “Please come back so I can hold your hand.”

The bedroom door opens, “I don’t wanna hold your hand," and then slams behind you as you head for the kitchen.

“Why did you put clothes on?”

“So I can make you lunch”

“You don’t have to make me anything…get over here”

When you ignore him again, he gets to his feet, and you watch from the corner of your eye as he gets closer and closer. His hand clamps down on your elbow, and you’re spun so suddenly, you get no chance to resist. You stare at him, wide-eyed.

“I want my kiss”

“Okay...then take it”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize what you've done. His lip twitches into a little smirk, his eyes narrow and darken, and the bubbly music surrounding him is such a contrast...you have to smirk, too.

He doesn’t take his kiss. Seungmin grabs your waist, pulls you close, and throws you over his shoulder. “If you’re gonna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat.”

"Put me down...Seungmin...dammit." You try to kick your legs against him, but he has you gripped tight around the back of your knees. You plant a loud slap across his back. It doesn’t faze him—he keeps walking casually toward the bedroom, hitches you up a little as he pushes the door open, and a few seconds later, drops you on the bed. You mumble to yourself…

“Hmm?” Seungmin’s hands go right to his waistband, and instead of tugging at them, he slides one hand in and runs it roughly over his dick. “Take your clothes off,” he snaps, but smiles as you finally do something he says. “You know what I was thinking about all day yesterday?”

You’re sure you can guess, but you know he’s going to show you.

He climbs onto the bed, and places a few warm-up kisses on your thigh before his face disappears between them, and your mind numbs to everything but the sudden heat of his mouth. He moans into you, satisfied. You whine as his tongue slips inside, moves in and out, every curve of his mouth and chin and nose work you perfectly—Seungmin does this so often and so well, he could do it in his sleep…he could do it completely wasted, and he has.

Your thighs are squeezed painfully tight as he spreads you further apart and makes more room for himself, but he can never get enough. He slows down, though, and you grab a fistful of hair as he looks up and licks his lips. You’re all over him, shiny and wet.

“Why you stopping?”

He lets go of your thighs, you release the fistful of hair, and he rolls onto his back, “get on.”

Before you move, your eyes travel to his dick pressing hard against his sweats, and he shakes his head. “Not for you, not yet. On.” But he does free himself, and he does slowly stroke as you get to your knees. “Turn,” he spins his finger in the air, “you can watch.”

Seungmin’s voice is so calm and sweet as he gives his orders, and you can hear him mumble happily to himself as you straddle his mouth. He doesn’t complain when you run your hands across his stomach and chest, but you don’t dare go any further.

It’s hard, watching him touch and stroke himself…bending down and getting a taste would be so easy from here. He dives in, and you moan. His hips jump up and tease you even more—the slow, careful strokes are hypnotizing.

“Let me get you wet,” you whine and grind hard onto his mouth. “Please.” The temptation is getting to be too much, and maybe he won’t really punish you for it. This is fun for him, but he’s going to want to fuck you after he makes you come. You grind a little harder, and you can feel the faint stubble on his chin against your clit. That, and his soft, warm lips sucking you dry; his tongue pushing in and out, back and forth, is going to make this quick. You bend all the way forward and set your lips on his stomach, and his hips twitch. You roll yours hard into him, grind until you feel your orgasm rising. Seungmin releases himself and both hands grip and knead your thighs as you come hard—you forget you could suffocate him for a moment and put all of your weight down as you ride it out, but he keeps squeezing, and licking, and moaning with you.

Another one starts to build, and you let him know with a hard roll of your hips, even though he has no intention of stopping. He lifts you off of him, very briefly—you hear him pull in a shaky breath, and see his chest rise as he fills his lungs with air—and then you’re back on him, grinding against the subtle, deliberate movements of his mouth and tongue. The second one is so close, but Seungmin makes sure to take his time and enjoy himself. His mouth closes around your clit and teases, stops and starts, kisses gently when he thinks you're getting too close. The noises you make speak volumes to him.

"Minnie...Minnie..." you push yourself against his tongue in a desperate attempt for more friction, but he lifts you up just enough to stop you.

"...please let me”

As soon as you say please, he pulls you back down and finishes what he started, holding your thighs still as they shake, but letting all of your weight fall on him again. And he keeps going.

“Baby, okay,” you pant and struggle to hold yourself up, “okay.” Nails digging into his arm eventually gets to him—you crawl away and free yourself from his grip.

“Get your ass back here,” he grabs your leg as soon as you turn and hit the bed, and holds you still, “I’m not done with you yet,” then pulls, and he pounces, and this time, he slips two fingers inside.

“Minnie please." You gasp from the pressure, and his innocent giggle sends a new wave of pleasure through your body. But his mouth returns and forces more out of you. Teeth graze your clit, and a shiver runs up and down your spine. Seungmin bites down gently and laughs again when you whimper...pull at his hair...give in and push your hips into him. As soon as you let yourself relax, you come again, and it’s somehow even more intense than the first.

“Gonna tell me?” He grabs a thigh again and squeezes, puts all of his weight down. All you can manage is a little wiggle of your hips when he bends down and licks. “Be a good girl, tell me exactly what’s bothering you.”

You speak up before he starts again. “Did they hold your phone hostage, or…did you find someone more interesting to talk to?” It comes out staggered as you catch your breath.

“Mmm, so jealous. C’mon, you know me better than that...you know what I always want when I come home.”

As if you need another hint, he comes down and licks again. Your hips twitch—you’re swollen, and sore, and sensitive, but you know he’ll make you come again if he chooses to.

“You think there was someone I wanted more?” Seungmin’s voice is still husky, and a little demanding, but his soft side is beginning to break through. “Hm?” He takes his cock in his hand and gets more comfortable between your thighs.

“No…” You squeeze your legs around his hips and pull him closer. “No…I’m sorry—"

Seungmin shakes his head and smiles wide, “I kinda like it when you’re jealous.”

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[livelaughlovesubs]

WHATSS UPPP🔥🔥🔥🔥 Anyways :3 can I pretty please request an Akutagawa x reader and Akutagawas reaction to reader/us handcuffing him?? (Also if your uncomfortable with that I totally understand if you dont wanna write for it! I need more subby akutagawa in my life🤤)

Of course you can~ here is your order sweetie!

Dom!reader x sub!akutagawa

Warning: handcuffs, bondage, teasing, otherwise pretty sfw?

‘What a frail boy,’ you thought while sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard, arms crossed as you hide something under a pillow. His physic was no surprise to you anymore, though how comes every time you saw him he gets thinner? Yet he still wants to be of service to you. How can you make him work without feeling pity for his poor body? A sigh left your mouth, your eyes glanced over the soft pillow which served as your hiding spot. That’s why you prepared this, to make sure he’ll leave it all to you.

Then your eyes turned again, moving to look at the male standing next to the bed again. His pitch black coat was now placed over a chair, revealing his white dress-shirt. It stood out so much, since the rest of his outfit was dark as well. “Come here, aku.” You commanded, still sitting in the same position as before. He obliged your order without any hesitation, nor did he make a single sound. Slowly climbing onto the mattress as he hovered above you, legs on either side of your figure.

It might have seemed bold at first glance, but he didn’t even dare to sit down onto your lap, only kneeling on top of you while wearing a softer version of his usual expression. His pupils were also raven black, skin as pale as porcelain and cheeks tainted slightly rosy. You stared at him off a second, before reaching out for his collar. Gently, you pulled at his jabot, loosening it up and throwing it onto the floor. Afterwards, you started unbuttoning his shirt. One button after another, without rushing anything. He didn’t say anything the entire time, staying as still as he could for you. Even though he tried so hard to appear unaffected, his breathing hitched and his nervous gaze exposed everything.

“How cute.” You chuckled as you said that, hands working on the last button. He scoffed at the compliment, face twisting into a pout. What can you say, you are never wrong. Right when you were going to pull his shirt off him, he took care of it already, letting the fabric drop onto the floor. Then Akutagawa began working on his trousers, but you stopped him by grabbing his wrists, sighing, “This won’t do, pretty boy. Leave it all to me.”

Before he got the chance to respond to it, he felt something hard and cold pressing against his wrist. Then a clink sound reached his ears, followed by another one. He looked down, eyes widening as the realisation. “What is this…?” Aku asked you, eyes searching for your guidance and explanation. “My, you out of everyone doesn’t know what these are?” You teased, fingers playing with the chain connecting the two metal holes. His reaction is cute, to think the mad dog of the mafia is so innocent. The confused look on his face was adorable as well, actually you liked everything about him.

“I know, handcuffs, but why are you… using them?” Akutagawa kept questioning you, he looked at you like you were crazy. “Sweetie, what is the purpose of cuffs?” You teased him, yanking on that chain a little to make him lean forward. His face was now inches away from yours, and his blush darkened a few shades. “To restrain someone, to prevent them from doing something.” Despite the fact that his heart was fluttering, and his voice trembling, he still managed to answer you. It was a good response, just as you expected from him. “Right, now guess why I might be using these.”

“But there is no reason for you to restrain me.” The boy said, a drop of sweat rolled down his forehead. Now he was looking at you all flustered and blushy. “Then be my prisoner for tonight. Your crime is~ seducing me. Your sentence? Forbidden from doing anything.” You whispered against his neck, raising the hand that was still holding onto the chain high into the air, causing him to raise his arms above his head as well. “What do you say, Ryuunosuke?” At this point he was already a mess, glaring at you like a feisty cat. When he met your playful gaze, a shiver ran down his spine, and he eventually said, “…I- I got it, officer.”

[maxillness]

She’s Got That || JB22 x gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, car sex, secret relationship, nipple play, sub!jenson, no (female)foreplay, praise kink

Wordcount: 1.1k

“Stop staring at her” Jenson got pulled out of his trance at his teammates voice

“I’m not staring, Nando” He said offended as he looked over at him

“Then what do you call it, hm?” Fernando asked, crossing his arms over his chest

“Thinking and happened to have my eyes on her” He said, shrugging slightly, knowing damn well he was staring at her

“Thinking about?”

She’s got that ooh-ooh

When she moves

She’ll never loose unless she wants to

She doesn’t have to prove she better then you or better than me

But she could if she wants to

“Nothing” He shrugged, even if the only thing he thought about her body and the way it moved under or on top of him

“Just ask her out, no?” Fernando said, earning his teammates attention again “You obviously likes her”

“You’re right” Jenson said, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in “I will” He stood up faster than his head could manage, but he didn’t care

“Wanna take a drive?” He came up behind her, startling her slightly

“Where?” She asked, chuckling slightly

“You’re favourite spot” He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips

“You don’t have to ask” She said, smiling up at him “You know that”

“Nando’s watching, so I have to” She looked to her side, seeing Fernando turn his head away fast

“Alright, let’s go”

She sat in his car, feet up on the dash as the music played loud from the speaking between them

Her hand was placed on his upper thigh, inching closer as they drove, but never reaching his crotch

She watched how he got harder the longer they drove, and the further down her dress rode her legs, revealing her naked thighs

He pulled into the side of the road, hidden a little by the trees

They both quickly unbuckled their seatbelts before he roughly pulled her into his lap. His hands landed on her ass under her dress as hers were placed on his jaw cupping his face

She leaned in, kissing him roughly, drawing out a whimper from him, his hands squeezing her ass

“What did you tell Alonso?” She drew back from kiss, earning her a whine from the man under her

“He told me to ask you out” His hands traveled up her sides, landing on her shoulders

“Did he now?” She asked teasingly when his fingers hooked under the straps of her dress

“Mhm. Told him I would” Her hands fell to his waist, letting him pull down the straps

“Then why haven’t you?” She asked as he pulled her dress down to pool at her waist, almost drooling at the sight of her bare breast in front of him

“Too shy” He said before attaching his lips around one of her nipples while his thumb circles the other

“Too shy to ask your girlfriend out?” She chuckled to cover a moan that was threatening to leave her lips

“Mhm” He hummed, swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple, earning him a pleasant sigh from her

“Better step up your game if you don’t want to lie to your teammate” She said pulling his face up to meet her eyes

He swallowed a lump in his throat under her intense stare, wanting nothing more than to be inside her

“I won’t give you what you want if you don’t” She said, her grip on his chin tightening “Don’t be a pussy Button” She added, grinding down on him, earning her a moan from him

“W-will you go out with me, love?” He asked, grinding his hips up into hers, his hard cock pressing against her panty covered clit

“Mhm, I will” She kissed his lips soft, letting go of his chin “Good boy. That wasn’t so hard was it?” Her lips trailed over his jaw and down to his neck

Her hands went to the belt in his jeans, funnelling to get it unbuckled as he started letting out small whimpers at the feeling of her starting to suck lightly

“Lift your hips, baby” He did so, letting her push his pants and boxers down to his mid thighs

She spit in her palm, starting to stroke him slowly, pulling out soft moans from him as he threw his head back against the car seat

He bucked his hips up into her hand as her thumb slid over his slit, also drawing out a high-pitched moan from him

“Please, baby, please. I need to be inside you, please” He managed to open his eyes to look into hers, hoping she saw the desperation in them

“Have can I resist you when you look so good, baby?” She chuckled, her other hand showing her panties to the side, giving her access to draw the head of his cock through her folds

They both moaned out when she slowly slid down on him, taking all of him, his hands grabbing her waist tightly

She waited a moment to move until she had adjusted to him. She slowly started moving, her tits jumping as she did

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me. Always do” She pressed her lips to his, silencing both their moans

She forced her tongue into him, exploring every corner of his mouth, loving the taste of him

One of her hands threaded in the hair in his nape as the other hardly grasped on the seat behind him

She pulled back from the kiss, earning her a whine

“You’re beautiful, you know that, right?” She asked, scanning her boyfriends face

“You always say that” He said between loud moans that got louder as she clenched around him, edging him closer to his orgasm

“Yeah, but do you know it?” She asked, starting to roll her hips, feeling him starting to twitch inside her

“Because, you are fucking beautiful. The most” She smiled as he whimpered, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks at her words

“You gonna be a good boy and come for me?” She asked in a teasing tone as her fingers landed on her clit, toying with it

“Mhm” He hummed as he nodded, hands tightly on her waist, leaving marks with his nails

It only took a few more rolls of her hips, and his whole body was shaking rapidly as he came, holding her still down on him as her name rolled of his tongue in a loud moan

She circled her clit a few more times before she came as well, her body feeling limp against his chest

“I love you” She said, face hidden in the crook of his neck as she stroked his chest

“I love you too” His lips met the top of her head “I owe you a date” He said, drawing out a chuckle from her

[lymtw]

Thinking of Toji coming home to you after a rough day at work.

On a normal day he would call out to you the second he steps through the front door, but today he's not in the mood to be loud. He silently walks through the living room, into the hallway where he directs himself towards the bedroom, where he knows you are. He's dirty and sweaty and there's somebody's blood drying on the fabric of his shirt. Luckily, it's just a small area. You won't spot it on your own, and Toji won't be showing it off to you.

The door creaks open and you're there, lying on your stomach, in bed. You're distracted by your phone, too zoned into your own serene little world to notice that Toji was home. He can smell your shampoo and the lotion you used, in the air, the smell getting stronger as he makes his way towards the bed. His stealthiness is a threat, never to you, but the fact that you didn't turn around once really had him thinking about your safety.

He didn't waste another second just looming over you. Slowly, he crawled onto the bed and before you managed to shriek or say something about how he scared the crap out of you, he laid right on top of you, crushing you and revoking your ability to make any sounds but groans under his weight.

"Toji?" you call, once you get accustomed to the pressure your bear of a man added onto you. He doesn't respond, and instead buries his face into the crook of your neck, getting a deeper whiff of the scent that emanated off of you. "Toji?" You try again, turning your head slightly.

"You smell pretty, doll. Could smell you the second I walked in the room," he hums, inhaling your clean scent.

"Yeah, I just showered. Don't you wanna go get cleaned up, too? Dinner's ready."

"Of course I do. Thanks, doll. Just let me have you like this for a sec."

You had no argument for that. You laid there, flat on the bed beneath him, and allowed him all the time necessary to relax. He was quiet, and his hold on you was a little tighter than usual. That wasn't what brought you to your conclusion, but it was clear that he wasn't his usual self.

Something about being able to wrap himself around your entire body was comforting to Toji. It made him feel like he was keeping you safe, like he was the soft blanket you cover yourself with at night, rather than a man who comes home with blood stains on his clothes.

You were the one thing he was positive he would come home to, and that was enough. You were more than enough for him. He always felt there was no way to pay back for every day you spent accepting him as he is. All those nights when you let him hold you, even after he made you cry. Those mornings when you woke up with a heavy heart, alone, only to find out through a text message that he had to leave for work early.

Undeserving was a small word to Toji. It was you still finding it in yourself to give him the warmest of welcomes every day—a greeting normally dedicated to heroes, that made him obsess over finding a word that was more fitting for him.

He loves you and he's serious about it. He knows the infinite range of his love for you and regardless of how small his heart seems compared to yours, you decorate every inch of space within it, and when it reaches its maximum capacity, you go to his head. The space is littered with images of you, like posters on a wall. The space is so crowded that some of them are hanging on to the walls of his mind for dear life. There are images of your guilty smile after you knock a glass of water over and it shatters, another of the look on your face as you try not to laugh when he tries on a shirt that clearly isn't his size, and memories of the times when you would pamper him when he wasn't feeling well, insisting on still sleeping next to him, incase he needs something in the middle of the night.

It all adds up to this clingy behavior he reserves for you. When the day treats him like trash being kicked around by everyone on a sidewalk, he comes home to appreciate the one who embraces him and unconditionally loves him.

He knows his weight on your back must be unbearable and he definitely doesn't smell as good as you, either, but he can't move. Not yet.

"I could stay like this forever, doll. Would you let me?" He smiles for the first time in a bit when he sees your shoulders shaking, paired with the sweet sound of your laugh.

"Of course, baby. I'd willingly stay like this for you."

And he groans. It's like a form of cuteness aggression, but it derives from the fact that he can't believe that you're with him, and that you're so saintly, and he can't for the life of him stop thinking of you. He kisses your jaw and strongly resists the urge to bite your cheek and squeeze you until you can't breathe at all.

His breathing quickens a little when he thinks of how detrimental it would be to his life if you walked away for good, one day. Things are so good, but he can't help but think that the next time they aren't, it'll be an enormous hit to everything he has with you. Maybe you're waiting for the next argument to drop everything. Maybe you secretly can't stand him. Maybe you don't need him. Maybe-

His overthinking is cut off by a low growl, followed by a nervous giggle that is muffled by the pillow you buried your face in.

"Sorry," you lift your head to say, fighting the laughter bubbling in your throat.

"You're hungry." There's a barely there crease between his brows. It's late and your stomach is growling. He doesn't want to think about you skipping meals.

"I wanted to wait for you," you chirp, turning your head the slightest bit to give him a beaming smile.

"Baby." The second he sees the corners of your lips begin to straighten out, he stifles the scolding he was about to hit you with. "I can't even be mad at you. Have you eaten anything at all today?"

Your silence was all he needed to understand that you were running on fumes. He sighs, mentally cursing you for being so careless with yourself for his sake.

"I'm gonna shower, and you're gonna meet me in the kitchen in ten minutes. Will you survive that long? I don't know, but you have to." He kisses your temple a couple times, rolling off of you and directing himself to his clothing drawers.

Your lungs expand and you feel so much lighter without his weight on you. You flip over onto your back, stretching for a moment before you turn over to watch Toji rummage through his drawers. His sixth sense kicks in and he can feel your gaze on the back of his head.

"I love you, doll." He stands still, waiting seconds too long for your response. He turns his head to the side, facing the blank wall of the room. His ear is turned in your direction as to not miss the sound of your voice.

You sit up, prepared to say it back with every fiber of your being. You can see his fingers tapping against the top of the dresser. You don't mean to bring unease to his mind, your intention is to do the exact opposite. "I love you so, sooo much, Toji."

He lets the clothes he picked out plop onto the dresser, and he turns around to head back to you. He holds your gaze until he reaches you. It's the first good look you've gotten at him since he got home. You can't help but smile at the familiar sight of those green eyes and that pretty nose, and that scarred lip. He never failed to make you swoon, even during times when there was a lack of words.

His hands cupped your jaw before he leaned down to kiss you. The duration of his kisses weren't thought out, let alone planned. What was supposed to be ten minutes until you met him in the kitchen, turned into double the amount of time, because he wouldn't let you go. You were just as guilty for the delay, feeling so much ease and comfort with the words he imbedded into his kisses. Eventually you started telling him to go, between kisses and laughter, reminding him that you would be there when he got out. He ignored you until your stomach growled again.

"Fine," he grumbled, placing one more peck on your lips before he left you alone.

[milliesfishes]

you have a nightmare and coriolanus comforts you

fem reader x coriolanus snow

It was so rare that you ever dreamed.

If you did, it was usually some silly thing that faded away as you opened your eyes, your consciousness erasing your subconscious as the day got started.

Nightmares were even more few and far between, but when you got them, they were bad. Horrible images your brain conjured up just for you that left you shaking and sweating. When you had one it always made you fear sleep for a while, but you always got over it.

When you and Coriolanus had gotten married you hadn't told him about your once in a blue moon bad dream. They happened so uncommonly that you didn't see a need. It was hardly a concern in your mind, especially when none occurred in the first six months.

You were so happy with him you figured that was why. Maybe love erased bad sleep?

Unfortunately speaking too soon seemed to be your new constant. That was all you could think of when you sat up from bed like the sheets were on fire, chest heaving, hand on your heart.

Your husband was a light sleeper, and you felt him stirring beside you as you woke, trying to recover. Since you were so distressed you hardly paid him any mind, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stick to your (admittedly not very helpful) ritual.

A warm hand found your back, and you tensed briefly before relaxing against his touch.

Coriolanus rested his chin on your shoulder, holding you from behind around your waist. He kissed your neck gently. "You okay?"

Closing your eyes and still trying to calm down, you nodded. "Go back to sleep." He had an early day tomorrow and you didn't want to be the cause of his exhaustion.

"Try again, sweetheart," he mumbled, and you looked back at him. His eyes were tired, his hair messy. You loved him like this, with his curls mussed on his forehead and his touch soft and sweet. His chest was bare, and you smiled just a little at the feel of it.

"I had a nightmare," you said softly.

"Oh, darling," he muttered, pulling you closer to him. He rolled you onto your tummy, so your head was on his shoulder. Coriolanus kissed your temple with the gentlest of touches, his nose nudging into your forehead. "I'm sorry. Do you need anything?"

He'd tear down the moon if you asked. But you just shook your head. "Just hold me?"

"Of course," his hand dipped under your little sleep top, stroking the skin there comfortingly. Coriolanus' other hand reached for yours and dragged it up to rest in his hair, knowing you liked playing with the curls.

Your anxiety was eased as you ran your hand through his hair, and he smiled when he felt you relax. "There you go sweetheart."

"I don't wanna sleep," you nuzzled your head against his chest.

Coriolanus wanted to protest; you could feel it. He was always worried about you getting enough sleep, pestering you about getting to bed on time. But tonight, he could see you were scared, and you didn't need a lecture on rest. So he just smoothed a big hand over your hair. "That's okay. Just lay with me. I want you to relax."

You nodded, snuggling up to his warmth. He kissed your forehead twice. You felt a surge of gratitude for him, for everything he wanted to give you. Coriolanus could not take the bad dreams away, but he could comfort you, and he'd do everything he could to keep you comfortable.

When you finally felt yourself giving up and drifting off, the last thing you felt was him tucking your head under his chin, cocooning his body around you, as if when your nightmares would come, they'd beat at his back but not get through him to you.

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SORRY ITS ME AGAIN

imagine w boy best friend patrick…. they’re hanging out w a few friends and one of the girls is like freaking out ab this boy and is convinced that if she kisses him then it’s gonna be a big deal, that kissing is basically akin to 3rd base, etc.

and eventually after everybody listens to her and gives her advice and convinces her that it’s ok to kiss somebody if they’re consenting and it’s going well and that she won’t go to hell, reader is like "honestly, it’s just a kiss! i promise you’ll be fine. i’ve kissed friends before!"

and patrick is like ????? bc reader has NOT shared this (non mutual friends). and it may end up with her kissing him in front of everybody and being like "see! no big deal 😀" and patrick’s brain is malfunctioning EFNSIDJS

idk tho

this...

like one of your and patrick's mutual friends is such a goody two shoes!! she gets so nervous about the tiniest things and she just doesn't want to come on too strong to her crush--but she really, really wants to kiss him.

which is why, at the little get-together you were hosting, she had come to you guys for advice.

"i just feel like--" she pauses. "i'll look so desperate wanting to kiss him."

you shake your head, tilting it back to take one last gulp of your drink. "no, i promise a kiss can really be no big deal. and it can show him that you're interested, but it doesn't necessarily mean anything inherently super sexual--and if you want it to move that direction you can just tell him."

she covers her burning face with her hands. your other friends at the table are agreeing.

"but that's so embarrassing. you're sure i can do this?"

"listen," you say. "i have kissed a platonic friend before and we're still just friends; it's truly what the kiss means to you."

it's then when patrick knows you're talking about him. one tipsy night when the stars seemed perfectly aligned. his car had broken down in early october and it was cold that night. of course, he was pissed off about it. screaming into the phone for someone to come help--and no, he didn't care how late it was just come and help.

you grabbed his collar and told him it was okay, to just calm down. kissed his forehead and then his lips. just a soft peck. one that conveyed it's gonna be just fine, rather than i wanna fuck you.

you tell your friends this story, and they're shocked. your and patrick's friendship was so sacred and so completely platonic seeming--to you.

everyone knows patrick wants to fuck you. wants you to be his forever and ever and ever.

everyone notices how quiet patrick is. he gets quieter when you re-emphasize your point by planting yourself in patrick's lap and kissing him, pushing your tongue into his mouth. your lip gloss stains his lips a pretty pink. and he moans when you pull away.

"see?" you climb off his lap. it's clear patrick is rock-hard. "doesn't have to mean a thing."

everyone knows patrick is fucking seething.

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“I wanna do that again.” “The point of a one night stand—” “It doesn’t have to be a one night stand.” With Tim Bradford x male reader

Tim Bradford x GN!reader

Waking up in a bed that wasn't your own you roll over to see the still very naked man you went home with smiling at you.

“Good morning,” he says, sheets around his waist with abs on full display.

“Good morning to you too,” you smile back, taking in how hot he looks.

You think back to last night, meeting him at the bar when he asks to buy you a drink, making out in his car before stumbling through his house and to his bedroom while clothes get shed piece by piece.

Oh right, his name was Tim and you think he told you he was a cop.

Your mind was still a little cloudy, the sex was so amazing it left you in a blissful haze but at least you remembered his name, not that it was important since this was only a one night stand.

As much as you wanted him to screw you senseless again you had to get home and shower before work.

“I had a great time but I gotta get going,” you tell him, sitting up and looking around for your clothes.

“When can I see you again?” He asks.

“Isn't the point of a one night stand not seeing each other again?” You joke as you get out of bed and pull your underwear back on.

“It doesn't have to be a one night stand,” he says confidently.

You bite your lip, eyes glazing over his body.

Damn you really wanted to see Tim again but was it really a good idea?

Screw it.

“I'm free Saturday night if you want to buy me dinner,” you suggest, pulling your pants on.

“As long as the night ends with you back in my bed I'll do whatever you want,” he grins, standing up and leaving the bedsheets behind, letting you see the part of him that made your eyes roll back only hours before.

“Now I really need to go before I let you make me late for work,” you sigh, grabbing your shirt, “but I will definitely be seeing you Saturday.”

“I'm gonna need a little something to get me through to Saturday,” he says approaching you, cupping your face and kissing you deeply.

The way he kissed you this certainly wasn't going to be just a one night stand.

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     “Come on, I’ll help you,” Jeongin smiled as he scooted closer to Y/n on the couch. Y/n told everything to him. So it was natural she came to him about how she had a date coming up and felt nervous since she had never been on one, which turned into how she had never had her first kiss or lost her virginity.

     “You sure?” Y/n asked. He was her best friend, after all, of course, he would help her with her first kiss.

     “Yeah. You tell me when you get uncomfortable and I’ll stop.” For now. 

     Jeongin wasn’t blind to the fact that Y/n never had experience. She was shy and never interacted outside her close circle of friends. He was shocked when she told him she had a date over the weekend and she was nervous. But he always liked how innocent she was. Something for him to play with.

     “Okay… what do I need to do?” Y/n turned and sat up, facing him.

     “I’ll do all the work, just follow my lead.” Jeongin grabbed her waist and pulled her a bit closer to him. 

     Y/n nodded as she took in a deep breath. His hands came up and cupped her face. Y/n closed her eyes as he leaned in. That much she knew anyway. Jeongin’s lips landed on hers gently. Her bottom lip was trapped between his as she did her best to follow what he was doing. She felt a bit awkward just sitting there. 

     Jeongin slowly pulled away and looked at her, “Doing alright?” he asked

     “I think? I’m just sitting here…” She sighed

     “Wanna get closer? It’ll be a little easier,” Jeongin offered

     “Yeah,” Y/n nodded 

     Jeongin bit back a smile as he sat back on the couch and told her to sit on his lap. Hesitantly she did, not knowing where to place her hands. Jeongin noticed and moved her hands onto his shoulders, “Do what feels natural, okay?”

     “Okay,” Y/n nodded before he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her back in. 

     Jeongin was a good kisser, not that she had anything to compare him to. One hand held onto her waist while the other held the back of her head. Y/n moved her hands up a bit to hold his jaw.

     “Doing good,” Jeongin mumbled against her lips. 

     “Thanks,” Y/n replied.

     Jeongin pressed further into the kiss. The hand holding the side of her waist moved to the middle of her back. He pressed her closer to him and she let out an unexpected moan before pulling away.

     “Sorry,” Y/n said as she laid her head on his shoulder.

     “You’re okay. Just means you like what’s happening,” Jeongin reassured her

     “Does it?” Y/n asked as she looked up at him

     “Yeah.”

     Y/n took in a deep breath before sitting up again. “Wanna continue?” Jeongin asked, rubbing her sides.

     Y/n nodded and leaned in this time. She took the lead in the kiss, cupping his face in her hands while he held onto her waist again. The two kept it going for a few more moments before Jeongin pulled away. “Think you’re ready for another step.”

     “What’s that?” Y/n asked

     “Tongue.” He hid his simile again

     “Are you sure? Do people go that far on the first date?” His heart skipped a beat when he realized that he could probably tell her anything about what could happen on a first date and she would be none the wiser.

     “Yeah. All the time.” Jeongin told her.

     “Okay.”

     Jeongin took the lead again, pressing her lips onto his again before letting his tongue push past her lips. Y/n was a bit surprised at the feeling. His tongue felt odd in her mouth as it poked around, rough muscle exploring inside her mouth. Poking her tongue with his, encouraging her to use hers as well.

     Y/n tentatively lifted the muscle in her mouth, pressing it against his. Jeongin swirled his tongue around hers and Y/n did her best to follow his lead. Her hands moved to grab his shoulders instead. Jeongin pressed her close to his chest. Y/n moaned into the kiss again before she felt his tongue pull back then his lips detached and a small trail of saliva hung between them.

     “Is this weird?” Y/n asked, catching her breast.

     “No. Why would it?” Jeongin replied

     “We’re best friends…”

     “Yeah. And best friends help each other out. Even with stuff like this.”

     Y/n nodded in agreement, “What else should I know?”

     “He’ll probably move away from your lips, move down.”

     “Move down where?”

     “Here.”

     His thumb rubbed over the skin on her neck, “Maybe move down further,” thumbs moving over her collar bone.

     “Am I supposed to do the same?”

     “Not at the same time.”

     “Why?”

     “How about I show you? Would that be easier?”

     “Yeah.”

     Y/n watched him lean forward and rather than kissing her lips he kissed under her jaw and slowly moved down. His hand left her neck as his lips explored more. “Tilt your head back.” He told her, words muffled by her skin.

     Y/n tilted her head back slightly as Jeongin moved to place his lips across the skin. “He might suck on the skin or bite,” Jeongin told her

     “Why?” She questioned

     “Let others know how lucky he is. He’ll leave a little mark on you.”

     “Does it feel good?”

     “Feels like this,” Jeongin sucked a small section of skin right above her collar bone, exposed from her oversized shirt he was positive was his and she had stolen from his apartment. Switching between sucking and biting on the skin. Making her grab the back of his head in surprise. Pulling at his roots as he continued. Pulling away after a few moments and licking the bruise. “There”

     Y/n looked down but couldn’t see anything. Jeongin grabbed his discarded phone from the other end of his sofa, took a quick picture, and showed it to her. “Just a bruise,” Y/n said

     “Most people call it a love bite,” Jeongin locked his phone and tossed it back onto the cushion, “Why don’t you give it a try?” He suggested

     “Are you sure?”

     “Remember what I did?”

     “Yeah.”

     “Do what I did. Don’t have to go exactly where I went.”

     Y/n nodded and leaned down as he tilted his head back for her. She started kissing along his neck. Moving where she felt was natural, trying not to hit her head on his jaw but he would move out of her way anyways. 

     Eventually, she landed her lips on the side of his neck and sucked on the skin. Just as he did for a few moments as his hands fisted her shirt till he pulled away, licking the bruise, just as he had done. 

     “Good job,” Jeongin praised her, “Wanna stop yet or learn some more.”

     “Learn,” Y/n replied, the praise kind of going to her head. 

     “What are you going to do if he wants to go further?” Jeongin quizzed her

     “Further how? Like sex?”

     “How about this scenario; you guys go back to your place after the date. You’re sitting on the couch just like we are and making out. He moves you closer like this,” Jeongin moved her over his crotch. She could just barely feel something poking her. Making her feel a little warm in her stomach. “Starts kissing your neck like I did.”

     Jeongin leaned in again to kiss her neck, the kisses lasting longer each time his lips landed on her neck. Y/n grabbed his roots again as his lips brushed against a certain spot on her neck. It felt like electricity was going through her body, accidentally rolling her hips against his.

     “Feel alright?” He asked

     “Yeah,” Y/n squeaked as his hands moved to grab her hips. “Feels good.”

     “Yeah. Want Innie to make you feel better?” He asked

     She nodded as his lips moved up, “Words pretty.”

     “Yes,” Y/n answered

     “Good girl.” Jeongin wrapped his arms under her and stood up. Y/n wrapped herself around him as he started walking down the hall to his bedroom.

     She’d been in there plenty of times but something in her mind said it was different this time. Something bubbled up in the bit of her stomach with the warmth from earlier just as he laid her down on the bed. Thinking about the nights they spend cuddling in the same bed. Now he was hovering over her, lips roaming her neck as his hands held her hips down. 

     Y/n mewled as she grabbed at the back of his shirt. “Need Innie to show you what else might happen?” The question sounded more like a suggestion, but a good suggestion.

     “Yes,” Y/n answered

     “He might slip a hand up your shirt, like this.” Jeongin slipped both his hands under her shirt and moved upwards till it reached the band of her bra.

     “Innie,” Y/n said

     “Doing so good for me pretty girl,” Jeongin said as he bunched the fabric up over her chest, showing off her caged breasts to him. “Might play with these pretty things.” Y/n hadn’t realized how long his fingers were until he groped her breasts. Lips latching onto her neck again and sucking another mark onto the skin. Hands dipping into the cups of her bra, folding them underneath, and exposing her hardened nipples to the bedroom air.

     “If he does, he’ll definitely want to play with this little guy.” He rolled the small buds between his fingers before moving down and wrapping his lips around one of them. The rough tongue that was in her mouth not even half an hour ago was rolling around her nipples. Switching between them and pinching and rolling the neglected one. 

     He moved one of his knees between her legs and pressed his knee against her core. Y/n let out another moan and ground against him. Jeongin smiled as he moved down further leaving kisses down her stomach and leaving a few “love bites” there as well.

     “Then you get to have some fun,” Jeongin smiled as his hands pulled the waistband of her bottoms down with her panties. Tossing the fabric down to the ground before throwing his t-shirt off his body.

     Y/n swallowed as he put her legs over his shoulders. Having the perfect view of her soaked cunt. 

     “Only Innie will do this for you baby. No one else,” Jeongin told her before licking a line between her folds.

     Y/n tightened her legs around his head which he didn’t seem to mind one bit as he continued licking between her folds and flicking her clit with his tongue. “Oh fuck,” Y/n whined 

     Jeongin smiled as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked on the little nub. Y/n jolted at the feeling, grabbing hold of his sheets. Jeongin kept his lips wrapped around her clit as he moved his hand under them and collected her slick on his fingers before pushing one finger into her. Moans spilled out of her mouth as he sucked her little bud and thrusted his finger in and out of her virgin hole. 

     His name fell out her mouth like a chant. He was enjoying every second of it. Slowly adding a second finger into her. “Feel weird,” Y/n moaned as he pulled away from her clit

     “Yeah? Good weird?”

     “Yes.”

     “That’s good baby.” Jeongin wrapped his lips around her clit again as he curled his fingers into her walls. 

     Y/n cried out as a warmth washed over her. Legs shaking on his shoulders as he continued fingering her and sucking on her clit as she went through the motions of her orgasm. Pulling away before he could overstimulate her. ‘She’s not ready for that yet.’

     “How’d that feel baby?” Jeongin moved up to hover over her and kiss her neck again.

     “Great,” Y/n breathed.

     “How about I teach you how to make me or your date feel good now?”

     “Just like you did?” She asked

     “A little different than that,” Jeongin smiled as he pulled her up into a sitting position. He had her tuck her knees under her as he stood at the side of his bed. He stripped her of the t-shirt and her bra then his sweatpants and boxers. Y/n eyed his cock, not sure where it was going to go. 

     “Look at me baby,” Jeongin called before grabbing her chin and having her look up at him, “Still want innies help?”

     Y/n thought about it before he leaned down and kissed her quickly, “Don’t want to embarrass yourself on your first date, do you?”

     “No…”

     “Innies just trying to help you, baby.” Jeongin stood up and got closer, “Open your mouth as wide as you can.”

     His free hand wrapped the base of his hard cock as she opened her mouth for him. “Tongue out.”

     Y/n stuck her tongue out as her innocent eyes looked up at him. Jeongin pulled her to lean forward and laid himself on her outstretched tongue. Slowly pushing his cock into her mouth.

     “Wrap your lips around it like a popsicle. Mind your teeth though.” Jeongin instructed. 

    Y/n closed her lips around him and kept her jaw slack so her teeth didn't touch him. He bunched up her hair behind her head and slowly moved her. Back and forth, up and down, on his cock. Helping her get the rhythm down.

     Y/n moved her tongue to find a more comfortable place for it to lay but wound up making her best friend moan and shudder instead. She took that as a good thing to keep doing so she did as she followed his rhythm. 

     “Fuck,” Jeongin groaned as his hand tightened in her hair, “Just like that pretty.”

     Y/n placed her hands in front of her to balance herself. Bobbing her head up and down whilst her tongue swirled around him. Jeongin tossed his head back in pleasure as he pushed her harder on his cock. Tip reaching for the back of her throat and making her gag a bit. The gagging felt good around his cock and spurred him to move her head faster.

     Y/n grabbed onto one of his thighs as his dock twitched inside her mouth. Hips stuttered as his orgasm drew near. The knot tightened more and more until he finally came to a stop with a warm liquid shooting into her mouth. Y/n made a surprised noise as the salt taste hit her taste buds. 

     Jeongin pulled out of her mouth as Y/n looked up at him, “Swallow it, baby.” 

     Y/n made a sour face as she swallowed the thick substance, “Taste weird.”

     “You’ll get used to it,” Jeongin told her as he gently moved her onto her back again and hovered over her, kissing her lips again. Y/n placed her hands on his chest as his tongue slipped into her mouth again. 

     Gently pushing her deeper into the mattress before pulling away and pulling a condom out of the drawer of his bedside table. Y/n looked down at him as he rolled the rubber onto his cock and leaned over her again. He spread her legs open for him as he situated himself between them. 

     “Innie,” Y/n felt a bit anxious as he ground against her. Was it okay for this to be happening with her best friend?

     “You’re okay. Innie’s just teaching you.”

     “What if it hurts?”

     “Then I’ll be right here to help you. Okay?” the tip of his cock catching at her entrance 

     “But—”

     “You don't wanna know nothing for your date right? Don't wanna disappoint him or me? Do you?”

     “No.”

     “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll go slow.” 

     Y/n nodded, “Okay.” 

     Jeongin pecked her lips before taking his cock in his hand again and lining himself up at her entrance. Slowly pushing the tip inside. Y/n grabbed onto his shoulders, grip tightened as he got the tip inside. 

     “You’re doing good baby,” Jeongin praised as he kissed the side of her neck and held onto her hips. 

     “In…”

     “I’ve got you. Tell me when to move.”

     He stayed still, rubbing circles into her hips and gently kissing her neck. Slowly moving in when she told him to move and let her get adjusted to having him inside her. Whispering encouraging words in her ear. Up until he was fully inside her and she had her arms wrapped around him. 

     “Move. Please Innie.” Y/n begged as the slight stretch subsided inside her. 

     Jeongin smiled as he pulled out and gently pushed into her. Y/n held onto the nape of his neck, tangling her fingers into the roots as he filled her up. Her walls clung to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Doing so well for me baby.”

     Jeongin picked up his pace a bit gradually. Moving quicker and harder, standing up and taking a tighter hold of her hips. Moving her to meet his thrusts.

     Y/n felt awkward under his stare. Attempting to cover herself a bit and laid her arms over her chest. 

     “Don't hide from me, baby. I've already seen all of it.” Jeongin pried her arms off her chest and pinned them down to the mattress. 

     “There we go,” Jeongin smiled and leaned down, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and sucking harder on them than he had previously. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n whined

     Jeongin sloppily made out with her nipples as he was pounding into her. Her arms were pinned down to the mattress, unable to grab anything except the bed sheets. The male above her chuckled as he lightly bit her nipple, making her let out a higher-pitched moan before he pulled away and looked down at her chest. “Don’t move your arms.”

     Jeongin let go of her limps and put his hands under her knees, pushing them off his legs and to the mattress. Y/n gasped seeing how he had her so exposed. He moved her arms to lay under her legs to keep herself open. Legs spread so he had the perfect view of her chest and cunt as he moved in and out. Hands caressing the back of her thighs before one moved in between them. Thumb pressing down on her clit.

     Running circles on the bed as her walls tightened around his cock thrusting inside her. The angle let him hit one particular spot inside her. She had no clue why but it had her seeing stars. 

     “There it is,” Jeongin adjusted himself and shot for that same spot. Her words stopped forming correctly as he pounded her g-spot and abused her poor little clit with his thumb.

     “Too much,” Y/n whined as she felt that tight warm feeling in her stomach again as she squeezed her legs closer to her on instinct

     “You’re okay, baby. Innie’s taking care of you. Just let go.”

     Two more thrusts later her whole body felt warm as her pulsing walls clamped down on him. Legs shaking in pleasure. Everything felt so good at that moment. Jeongin slowed down his hand and kept thrusting into her. His own high followed not long after as he worked her through hers. Eventually stilling inside her as he filled the condom with his seed, his hand stopped rubbing circles into her clit.

     Both panting as they came down from their highs before Jeongin pulled out. Seeing a bit of blood on the condom. He didn’t make a big deal about it, he just took off the rubber and tied it off. He tossed it into the trash as he moved her up onto the pillows and massaged her sore limbs.

     “Feel more confident about your date now?” Jeongin asked as he pulled her into his chest.

     “Yeah. Thank you Innie.” Y/n said, wrapping her arms around him

     “Anytime Y/n. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t help you out whenever you need it? How about we go take a shower, and get cleaned up.” Jeongin suggested

     “Okay,” Y/n said. Nothing had settled in with the fact that she had just let her best friend take her virginity. Jeongin was glad his ruse of teaching her worked out in his favor. He couldn’t tell anyone how long he had been waiting for that night.

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