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silkscream · 10 months ago

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smut idea if you wanted options idk i live to serve (my liege) but stress fuck with peter bc uni is killing him and he’s on the streets every night and happy won’t get off his ass so when you crawl into his bed in just a t shirt and underwear he quite literally goes insane

18+ mdni!!!!!!!!!!!

god peter is so fucking pathetic. he barely has time to himself. barely has time to fucking breathe. yet, when he's alone -- when he knows that he'll at least be alone for the night -- he occupies his time by palming his cock at the thought of you. he thinks of your plump, pink mouth, how it circles his cock. how it sucks heart-shaped bruises on his neck and his broad chest.

and there's a night that he's free -- he means it loosely because he has to wake up the next morning to immediately volunteer. then, his schedule is packed with exam moderation, which he also volunteered for. he's busy as hell, and you'd gotten so used to it that you decided to occupy yourself without him. when you don't text back within five hours, he feels crushed.

but you don't leave him waiting for long. it's his night off, after all. you're excited to have him around in general. the two of you indulge in a marathon of your favorite tv show (you're mostly rewatching because peter had been too absent to watch the season with you, though you don't tell him this) and cooking dinner together. fulfilling his domestic fantasy, ravishing you in sweet kisses.

but peter also craves you in a way he can't say out loud. well, he can -- he's a big boy, he can tell his girlfriend that he wants to fuck her. but it's been a while, and the way you make your sleepytime tea and do your skincare routine discourages him from trying anything.

but then he watches you crawl into your bed with just a t-shirt -- his t-shirt -- and panties. he joins you, spooning you, though he's weary of the growing length that's probably prodding the back of your legs right now.

"want something, peter?" you tease.

he groans in frustration. he doesn't have the energy to play this game with you -- dancing around what he really wants. so he grasps you tightly, hands exploring your hips as he hovers over you. you're pliable underneath him, so soft and sweet.

peter wishes he had all the time in the world just so he could eat you out for hours. but he's been denying himself of you for weeks. he hasn't been able to be next to you in such a close capacity for weeks, either.

so he fucks you easily. there's no resistance -- you were wet by the time his bare cock was even prodding in between your folds. he still feels bad that he wasn't able to prep you (he really fucking wanted to eat you out), but you're still wet enough for him. the way you want him is enough.

peter has to pace himself, knowing that he might finish too quickly or hurt you in the process with his super strength. he drinks in your moans with his mouth, caressing your face with his calloused hands.

his hands have known blood and deep gashes. punches that would send his opponent across a parking lot. but now, his hands are gentle, just for you. he uses them to explore the softness of your body. he uses them to worship.

"love you, baby," he rasps weakly.

"love you, too," you coo. "cum inside me, please. wanna feel it."

and he does. he always does -- loves to listen to you and give you what you want. peter will cherish this moment until the next time he gets to be inside of you, even if the mission tomorrow is quick to finish. even if the mission tomorrow occupies him for days.

he'll come back crawling home to you. always.

#asks #sunflowermotel #i wrote this while drunk btw #peter parker smut #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #spiderman smut #DISCLAIMER. i'm not currently a peter fucker atm if you can tell by the state of my blog and id like to formally apologize. thru this tag.#love yall

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 2 years ago

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SLOW DOWN!

being a pro soccer player, it’s no surprise that isagi has his fair share of promotional events and galas he has to go to. he’s lucky to have you by his side to keep him company. but obligation quickly turns to temptation as he finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you, whisking you away where no one else can see...

gender neutral reader

content warning(s): future au, slightly suggestive content

“Y-Yoichi, someone’s going to see…!”

The black-haired soccer star practically on top of you didn’t stop for a moment, and his lips greedily claimed yours. Your voice died out to the kiss, your arms curled around his shoulders as if you weren’t sure whether to push or pull at him. His hands slid up the pretty formal clothes that you had spent days skirting around, too scared of ruining them if you were to touch them.

Well, you couldn’t get too mad at him for that. He was the one who paid for it, after all.

As if to affirm your words, you held your breath as a flurry of voices narrowly missed the two of you. Your heartbeat hammered between your ears, your entire body set on edge as Isagi simply ignored the situation, grabbing at your body with a desperation that he normally reserved for behind closed doors.

“Sorry, love,” he laughed weakly against your mouth. His voice sounded low, hungry, desperate—horribly unlike the quiet and reserved boy that you were used to. He swallowed, and you could see his neck strain against the tight collar of his suit. “You look so good. I’d go crazy if I waited any longer.”

You knew you left any semblance of an ordinary life behind the moment you fell in love with Isagi. The boy craved soccer like it was air to him, and him becoming a professional player who would constantly be thrust into the spotlight was only one of many givens for him. As long as he got to continue his fight to be the best in the world, Isagi didn’t care what the situation around him looked like. But for you, it meant that you had to adjust to the sudden media craze and the luxury life that came with dating a professional player.

Truth be told, you would be more than happy to just be with Isagi. The nice life was a plus.

“We’re at a fancy gala,” you breathed in between his starved kisses. You prayed that he hadn’t crinkled your clothes too badly. “We’re as good as dead if people catch us acting like animals here!”

Isagi simply pressed his lips against yours again, and you whimpered quietly when his teeth snagged at your bottom lip. With enough pressure to serve as a warning, his usually calm blue eyes swirled with a kind of demonic desire.

“That’s an easy fix.” His hands squeezed at your waist. “We won’t get caught.”

“Yoichi!” You gasped. He grunted, and when he kissed you again, you shuddered when his tongue dragged slowly across the places on your lips where he had teased with his teeth. The whiplash between the suddenness of your situation and the way he haphazardly flitted between being kind and being brutal made your head spin.

“I could barely think straight earlier, did you know that? You always look breathtaking, but something about tonight… seeing you all dolled up in the clothes I got for you, clinging to my arm while you smiled at all the cameras…” Isagi’s fingertips buried themselves into your soft flesh, pinching at your body. You felt utterly debauched, already falling apart at the seams thanks to a handful of kisses. Since when had you gotten so weak for this boy?

He cleared his throat. Some of his expertly gelled hair had fallen out of place, sweeping across his forehead in sensual tendrils. He pushed them out of the way, and Isagi stared at you, taking in all the details of how you looked right now, within his grasp.

“I want you.” Isagi leaned in close to you again until your bodies were connected, chest-to-chest. If the devil was a person, you swore he was there, in the form of your boyfriend and whispering words that sent shivers down your spine against your ear. “Now more than ever, love.”

“W-We can do all of that and more at home…,” you futilely pleaded, trying your best to hold onto the crumbling dregs of your rationality. “It’s too risky here.”

“Only if you make it that way.” His lips quirked upwards into a devilish smile, and he reached for his collar. Unloosening the once crisp and clean tie with a rough yank, he kept you pressed up against the wall with his strong thighs and hips as he practically ripped the top of his formal outfit apart.

“God. Much better,” he grumbled. “Could barely breathe in them.”

You did your best not to think about how expensive his clothes were. You hated the thought of being caught by some fancy executives like this, having snuck away from the important event to make out in some room in one of the winding hallways, your reputation as Isagi’s supportive partner hanging by a thread. But more so than the hatred, you couldn’t deny the growing heat tugging at the insides of your stomach and chest, egged on by Isagi’s irrational behavior.

And god, was he tempting you too.

Isagi always looked charming when he was off the pitch. Dressed in modest clothes and not one to flaunt his wealth too much, he resembled just about any other man his age. Yet there was the rustic and comforting side to him that drew you to him, and you’d be a horribly, horrible liar to pretend like you weren’t drawn to that Plain Jane aspect of him. But even on the pitch too, the exhilarating gleam in his eyes and the greedy way his body yearned for a goal, his sweet demeanor swapped out for one that was insatiable and downright mean at times, were all parts of him that you found terribly attractive.

But the Isagi right in front of you right now? He was a different beast altogether.

He noticed the way your trembling eyes were still drinking up the sinful sight in front of you, and the laugh he let out made your knees go weak. “You’re staring at me too. Don’t act so holy, dearest. I know you want to be good, but you’re just the same as me.”

“Don’t say that…,” you exhaled. You couldn’t deny him. Isagi had looked drop dead handsome earlier, dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and sparkling shoes, his staff working their magic at gelling up his hair and making him look like a model straight off a runway rather than your everyday boyfriend. Even you, who had gotten used to seeing all sides of Isagi at this point, found it hard to look him in the face and speak without your face heating up.

But this Isagi would put his earlier good boy image to shame. There was something about the way his suit was all disheveled, the tie hanging shamelessly from his throat and the collar of his white shirt thrown back to reveal his neck and the top of his chest. Even his tousled hair had you drooling, the still gelled parts begging for you to mess them up by burying your fingers into them. His lips were swollen from making out with you in such animalistic fashion, and his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he was taking. His pale cheeks were flushed a rose pink, and a kind of drunken stupor glazed over his eyes.

There was something so wrong yet so provocative about him looking this good yet run through in formal wear. The sight was bewitching you.

“You want me. Don’t lie. It’s written all over your face.” His mouth trailed down, his lips kissing across the shape of your jaw and attaching themselves to your neck. You held back a whimper as his mouth teased the sensitive skin. His teeth ghosted over your throat, and you wondered if he could make out your wildly pacing pulse from where he was.

You wrapped your arms carefully around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You clenched your eyes shut as the boy pressed seemingly innocent kisses all over your neck, collarbones, and face, almost like he was surveying your bare skin to see where he’d strike. You could feel whenever he was smirking into your skin, the striker becoming keenly observant of every little reaction you were giving him.

Your stomach turned as you heard another wave of loud voices and applause, and it appeared like the main event was starting to reach its peak. How long could you continue at this before someone would notice that Isagi had disappeared, and conveniently, so had you? You grabbed at the back of his suit, trying to tug at him, but Isagi ignored it.

“Quit thinking about other people,” he muttered. “Right now, all I want you to focus on is me, got it?”

“But we’ve been gone for so long… We have to make ourselves look presentable and go back, or else we’re gonna get in so much trouble…,” you protested. You squealed through gritted teeth when one of his hands trailed down to rub circles into your thighs, his grip on you heavy and loaded with implications.

“I said to quit thinking about everyone else.” Isagi could feel you shiver, and the sadistic streak in him purred at the thought of you so torn between being good to him or sticking to what you should be doing. “I don’t even want to think about going back there and having to share you with everyone else. I want to be the only one who can see you like this, all messed up… I want it obvious that you’re mine.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his dark words, his voice dragging up against your ears like velvet. You were fighting a losing battle, and with how scrambled up your thoughts were getting and how you were quivering like a newborn deer against your boyfriend’s muscled body, your mind and your heart were screaming two very different answers. Isagi wasn’t helping you one bit, already testing your limits and pushing you so close to the breaking point that all you wanted to do was forget the rest of the world and completely give in, just the way he wanted you to.

“My perfect baby…,” he whispered into your collarbones. You craned your neck slightly, giving him better access to your bare skin. Your shirt was yanked down to reveal more of yourself to him, and the strands clung feebly to your body. It wasn’t like the thread could offer you any protection against Isagi at this moment, and when Isagi nipped at your skin without any warning, you unconsciously jerked against his chest.

“Yoichi…!”

“You’re overthinking. I’m not asking you to make a hard decision. You’re already practically there.” His fingers traced the pattern of a small heart into your inner thigh, the sensation tingling as if it were a permanent mark. When you looked at him with eyes blown over with a desire that was threatening to consume you, barely able to resist him, Isagi couldn’t help but admire his handiwork.

This was how he liked you best. Completely at his mercy, a fool hopelessly in love, just like him. You were always so good to him, even when he was asking you to be the worst.

“Give in to me.” His teeth were ready to sink into your skin the moment you’d give the clear, to mark you up the way he wanted to and show off to the rest of the world that his love for you ran deeper than what everyone else thought. Your resolve was crumbling, and you were glad you had Isagi to cling to for support, even if it meant letting him wash everything else but him away from your line of sight.

You nodded weakly, your overwhelmed body begging for him. Being conservative would get you nowhere.

Isagi smiled like an angel, and the small chuckle he let out was all the confirmation you needed to know that you had gone past the point of no return.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you, love.”

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi yoichi #x reader #my writing #id like to formally apologize for writing w my pp all the time #it will happen again

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