#im sitting here vibrating. shaking in excitement

[snowseasonmademe]

Good and Plenty

warning ‼️: lots of smut

word count: 5,554

pairing: aurelien x older black female reader

summary: the tensions are high all day and you and aurelien (almost) can’t make it home to finally get what you’ve been waiting for

note: happy valentine’s day freak-a-leaks!!!! here’s a very sexy valentine’s day fic for my fellow aurelien sister wives ;) everyone, let’s thank @whoevenisthiz ! she helped me with the scene after they get home and it really what kicked off the inspiration for the whole the fic. she’s so amazing. i’m posting this earlier than i planned because im really excited about it!!!!! i recommend y’all grab a snack and sit in a cold, dark room….alone. as always, i hope you enjoy and tell me what you think❤️‍🔥!!!

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The tension had been simmering all day, long before the intimate dinner, long before the teasing touches under the table. It started that morning—when you woke up to the slow, wet heat of Aurélien’s tongue between your legs, dragging you from your half asleep haze with the lazy, purposeful flicks of his mouth. He was buried beneath the covers, strong hands gripping your thighs apart as he feasted, groaning against your clit like he was tasting the sweetest thing he’d ever had.

You’d tried to push him away—mumbling something about needing more sleep—but he only chuckled, that deep, knowing sound vibrating against your sensitive skin. “Just let me take care of you” he murmured, lips brushing against your slick folds before he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you gasp.

He always wanted to take care of you. Always so eager to please, so willing to obey. Out of the bedroom and especially in it. And God, he was good at it. Even with all your experience, all the years you had on him, he still made you feel like you knew nothing when it came to pleasure. Like your body was something to be discovered, unraveled, and worshipped anew every time he touched you.

He didn’t stop until your fingers were tangled in his curls, until you were gasping his name, thighs shaking around his head as you came hard against his tongue. Only then did he finally emerge, lips wet, eyes dark with satisfaction. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue before pulling back to whisper against your lips, “Good morning baby.”

Then, as if nothing had happened, he got up to get ready for work, leaving you spent and panting in the sheets. You were still trying to catch your breath when he reappeared, straightening out his white compression shirt, looking every bit the composed, put-together man you knew he wasn’t when he was beneath you.

Before he left, he leaned down, brushing one last lingering kiss against your jaw. “I bought you something” he murmured, lips ghosting over your ear. “I want you to wear it tonight after dinner. It’s in the closet”

And just like that, he was gone. Leaving you hotter, hungrier, and more frustrated than when he had his mouth on you.

By the time dinner came, the anticipation was unbearable. The restaurant was your favorite—dimly lit, luxurious, filled with the kind of quiet intimacy that only made the tension between you more potent. Aurélien looked devastatingly good in his tailored suit, the fabric hugging his broad shoulders and strong arms, the open collar teasing just a glimpse of his smooth, warm skin.

But it was the way he looked at you that had you gripping your wine glass tighter. Like he wanted to devour you right there at the table.

“Staring is rude you know?” you murmured, dragging your tongue over your bottom lip just to tease him.

He exhaled sharply, adjusting in his seat. “Can’t help it ma belle” he admitted, his voice thick with restraint. His eyes dropped to the deep neckline of your dress, then back up to your lips. “You look too good”

You smirked, setting your glass down before leaning in, letting your fingers trace over the back of his hand. “You’re acting like you weren’t between my legs this morning” you whispered, watching his jaw tighten. “Like you didn’t make me cum on your tongue before you even ate breakfast”

Aurélien sucked in a slow breath, his fingers curling into fists on the table. “You trying to make me hard in this restaurant Y/n?” he muttered, voice low and rough.

You hummed, dragging your nails lightly up his arm. “I think you like when I tease you” you mused. “When I make you wait”

His gaze darkened, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip. “Do you want to leave right now?”

You smiled, tilting your head. “I want you to be patient” you corrected, trailing your fingers up to his wrist. “And then, when we get home, I want you to lose all of it”

His breath left him in a slow exhale, his grip tightening under the table. “Tu vas me donner une crise cardiaque un jour” (You're going to give me a heart attack one day)

You only laughed, taking another sip of wine.

You didn’t even make it through dessert before agreeing to leave. The second you stepped outside, Aurélien’s hand was on your lower back, guiding you toward the car with a possessive urgency that made your stomach flip.

The moment you slid into the passenger seat, restraint snapped like a frayed thread. Aurélien had barely even pulled off before you grabbed his jaw and kissed him—deep, hungry, desperate. He groaned into your mouth, his hands immediately roaming your body, gripping your waist, your thigh, your neck—anywhere he could reach. His lips were hot and urgent, trailing down your throat, nipping at your skin as his breathing turned ragged.

Your hand drifted between his legs, pressing against the thick, hard length straining beneath his slacks. He hissed, bucking slightly into your touch, his fingers tightening around your thigh.

“Fuck” he exhaled, forehead pressing against yours as he struggled to catch his breath. “You trying to make me crash before we even get home?”

You smirked, breathless, pressing one last slow, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling away. “Drive faster”

He obeyed.

The second you stepped through the door, his hands were on you again. You barely had time to drop your purse before his lips crashed against yours, hands greedy as they pulled you close. The heat between you was unbearable now, both of you gasping between frantic kisses as you stumbled back against the wall.

Your back hit the surface with a soft thud, but you barely noticed because Aurélien was already pressing into you—his hard, strong body molding against yours, the unmistakable heat of his arousal pressing against your stomach.

“I want you to fuck me hard” you murmured against his lips, voice thick with need. “Right here against the wall”

His breath hitched. His grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your hips, pupils blown wide with hunger.

“I’ll do whatever you want baby” he rasped.

And he meant it.

He grabbed your thigh and brought it to wrap around his hip as one of his hands slid into your drenched panties. “You’re so wet” he groaned, dragging his finger through your slick folds before teasing your clit in slow circles.

“Of course I am” you purred, arching into his touch, guiding his hand with yours to show him exactly how you liked it. “I’ve been thinking about you all fucking day”

His jaw clenched, and his free hand gripped your thigh, hiking it up against his waist. “Fuck” he breathed.

You laughed softly, teasing, threading your fingers through his curls and tugging. “Aurelien” you said in a serious tone. “I need you inside of me. Now”

His strength paired with his obedience, his need to dominate warring with his devotion to pleasing you—made your body burn.

His hands worked fast—pushing your dress up, sliding your panties down your thighs. His movements were eager but careful, like he was desperate to have you but still mindful of your comfort. He always was. Even in his most desperate moments, even when his body was shaking with restraint, his first instinct was to make sure you were taken care of.

But right now? Right now, you wanted him to lose control.

“Don’t hold back” you urged, grabbing his chin, making him look at you. “Show me how bad you want me Aurélien”

That was all it took.

Aurélien cursed under his breath, fumbling with his belt, shoving his slacks down just enough to free himself. The second his dick pressed against your entrance, he paused, his gaze locking onto yours, waiting—always waiting for your permission.

You pulled him closer, breath hot against his ear. “Do it”

And he did.

The stretch was exquisite, his size forcing your body to adjust, but it was exactly what you wanted—what you needed. A strangled groan left his lips as he sank in, forehead pressing against yours, his body trembling with the effort to control himself.

“Putain bébé” (Fuck baby) he choked out. “Je pourrais jouir maintenant” (I could cum right now)

You tilted your hips, urging him deeper, wrapping your leg tighter around him.

Aurélien gripped your hips and pulled back before slamming into you with a force that made your breath hitch. He set a brutal pace, fucking you against the wall just like you asked, the sound of your back hitting against the wall filled your ears and breathy moans filled the room.

He was lost in you, worshiping you with every thrust, every reverent kiss against your shoulder, every desperate moan muffled against your neck. His hands couldn’t stay still, roaming your body, nails digging into you, memorizing every curve, every dip, every shudder.

“Tell me what you need” he panted, lips brushing against your ear.

“You” you gasped, nails digging into his back, pulling him closer, deeper. “Just like this. Just—”

Your words cut off in a moan, back arching against the wall as Aurélien drove into you, hitting that perfect spot again and again—so precise, so ruthless, like he was made to fuck you just like this. His strokes were deep and demanding, dragging pleasure out of you with each roll of his hips, each desperate thrust that left you gasping. His fingers dug into your thighs and hips, holding you up effortlessly, his strength undeniable as he used it to wreck you in the best way. You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, that telltale heat building, threatening to snap.

His grip tightened, knuckles white from how hard he was holding onto you, and his pace turned brutal—fast and deep, yet still so in tune with your body, like he knew exactly what you needed before you even had to ask. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the air, mixing with the frantic gasps, the sharp moans, the low, desperate groans spilling from his lips. He was unraveling, coming undone just as fast as you were, and the knowledge only pushed you closer to the edge.

“Cum for me” he begged, his voice breaking, thick with need. His forehead pressed against yours, eyes blown wide, dark and pleading. “Let me feel you bébé please—”

It was the way he said it, the raw desperation in his voice, the absolute worship laced in his words that finally shattered you. Your climax slammed into you like the way his dick was stroking your inner walls, stealing the air from your lungs, making your whole body tense as pleasure ripped through you. You cried out, nails raking down his back and arms, thighs trembling around his waist as he fucked you through it, determined to pull every last ounce of pleasure from you.

The way you clenched around him sent him spiraling right after you. His hips stuttered, a deep groan escaping his chest as he buried himself to the brim, his whole body shuddering with his release. You felt the warmth of him spill inside you, the way his muscles locked up, his grip on you tightening as if he needed to hold onto something—needed to hold onto you—to survive the intensity of it all.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. Just panting, tangled up in each other, his body still pressing you into the wall like he never wanted to let go. His breaths were ragged, hot against your neck, his heart pounding just as wildly as yours. Slowly, his grip softened, fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin, grounding himself in your warmth.

“Fuck” he murmured against your lips, voice wrecked, filled with nothing but awe.

And the way he said it—like he still couldn’t believe you were his—made you ache for him all over again.

Then, slowly, Aurélien pulled back, his fingers brushing through your hair, tucking a stray lock behind your ear. His eyes were dark with satisfaction, but there was still something softer—something almost tender—in the way he looked at you. The dominance he’d shown moments ago had been replaced with a hunger that felt a little different, but no less intense.

“You okay?” he murmured, kissing your forehead, his voice rough, thick with desire.

You smirked, taking his face in your hands, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw before dragging your nails down the sides. His pulse quickened beneath your touch. You tilted his face up to meet your gaze, locking eyes with him, and you could feel the shift between you—him, still catching his breath, and you, already craving more.

“I should be asking you that” you teased, voice low, dripping with satisfaction and hunger. “I did tell you to fuck me hard didn’t I?” Your tone was teasing but laced with a darkness that promised there was more to come.

His grin curled lazily, cocky, like he knew exactly how you felt and didn’t mind it one bit. But in his eyes, there was still that hint of boyish awe—like he couldn’t quite believe he was here with you, in this moment, with all of you. “I’ll do whatever you want” he reminded you, his voice rough as he pressed another slow, lingering kiss to your lips. “Whenever you want”

Your breath hitched at his words, but you didn’t let him get the upper hand yet. You hummed, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, savoring the way his breath caught, the way his muscles twitched under your touch. “Then I hope you’re not too tired” you purred, letting your fingers trail lower, teasing the waistband of his trousers before dragging them back up to his chest. “Because we’re not done yet”

His sharp inhale echoed in your ear, his hands tightening around you—too desperate to pull away, too eager to do exactly as you said.

Aurélien might have been the athlete, the one with stamina that went for miles, but you? You were the one who knew exactly how to use it.

The power was in your hands, and right now, it was your turn to make him bend to your will. You leaned up to kiss him again, slow and deep, your tongue tangling with his as you pulled him toward you, guiding him backward toward the stairs.You felt his cum dripping down your thighs and it made you so ready for the next round.

As you reached down, your fingers wrapped around him again, and you could feel it—the slick mess of both of you coating his dick, warm and sticky against your palm. You glanced down, smirking at the sight of it, the evidence of everything you’d just done still glistening on his skin. With a slow stroke, you spread it over him before tucking him back into his pants, smoothing the fabric over his length like you hadn’t just had him unraveling in your hands.

As you made your way up the stairs, you felt the pulse of anticipation building again—this time not from the tension of the moment, but from the sight awaiting you at the top of the stairs. Aurélien had planned something special. The soft glow of candles lit the path to the upstairs balcony, the space decorated beautifully with roses, fairy lights, and soft pillows arranged just so—an intimate, romantic scene that made your heart race in a different way.

You stepped out onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin, but it didn’t matter. Everything else melted away as you took in the sight before you. The balcony was transformed—soft candlelight flickered around the space, illuminating a scattering of roses, delicate fairy lights twinkling overhead, and pillows arranged perfectly. It was beautiful, intimate, and undeniably romantic.

“Oh, what’s all this?” you asked, your voice filled with surprise, though you couldn’t hide the hint of excitement rising inside you.

Aurélien moved behind you, his body warm against your back, arms wrapping around your waist. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, a satisfied smirk pulling at his lips. “I decorated before we left” he murmured, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “But we couldn’t really get to it because we were… busy” he finished, squeezing your side with a playful, possessive grip.

You smirked, spinning in his arms, eyes dark with desire. “You’ve been making me wet all night, and now you pull this shit on me?” you purred quietly, almost a whisper, hands running over the muscles in his chest as you leaned in closer, your breath hot against his lips. “It’s gonna be hard to wait any longer baby” you said, biting your bottom lip.

His eyes darkened at the tone of your voice, his grip tightening on you. “I’m gonna have to make you wait, but trust me, it will be worth it”

Before you could respond, Aurélien reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, holding it out toward you with an intensity that only made you burn hotter. “I have something for you” he whispered, voice thick with need.

You took the box, eyes glinting with curiosity. As you opened it, your breath caught in your throat. Inside was a stunning Tiger’s Eye Van Cleef bracelet, the deep golden hues reflecting the candlelight, beautiful in its simplicity and elegance. The piece was exquisite—just like him.

“It matches mine” he said, his voice proud and full of admiration as he stepped closer. “I knew you’d like it”

Your fingers brushed over the bracelet as you slipped it onto your wrist, eyes never leaving his. You could feel the intensity between you, like the space between your bodies was filled with pure electricity.

“Oh you knew huh?.....It’s perfect” you whispered, your voice a soft purr, eyes locked on his. “You always know exactly how to please me”. The words rolled off your tongue, full of intent, as you moved toward him again, pressing yourself against his chest.

Aurélien smirked, his hands trailing down your sides, fingers grazing over the curves of your body. “That’s my job baby” he replied, his voice dripping with desire.

Just when you thought he was about to pull you in for another kiss, he surprised you. He turned you again, pushing you gently toward the balcony railing so your back pressed flush against his chest once more. Your heart raced as you bent over it, the cool metal biting into your palms as you leaned forward, offering yourself to him completely. You gasped, feeling his growing arousal against you. His fingers slid down your back, tracing the curve of your spine before grasping your hips firmly, pulling you toward him. The heat between your legs was unbearable, and you could feel his hard dick pressing against you, demanding, urgent.

“You look so fucking sexy like this” he murmured, his voice thick with need, hands gripping your hips, holding you close. But you didn’t care about looking sexy—you cared about feeling him, having him, finally getting what you’d been desperate for all damn day.

“Aurélien” you whined, pressing your ass against his hard dick, rolling your hips against him.

His breath hitched, and his fingers dug into your skin as if he was barely holding himself back. “You need me that bad, baby?” he rasped, dragging his hands down your stomach, teasing the lace of your panties.

“Yes” you gasped, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “I want you to make me cum again—fuck me. Right here”

That did it. His restraint snapped. He quickly took off your shirt and skirt, his hands gripping your ass as he pressed you against the railing. “Bend over a little more for me” he ordered, voice rough, almost desperate.

You did as he said, gripping the cool metal as you arched your back, offering yourself to him completely. The night air brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but you didn’t care—because you felt him behind you, felt his fingers trailing down your spine, then yanking down the tiny lace he’d made you wear.

“So you liked the lingerie I set out for you this morning” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, his hands already gripping your waist like he couldn’t stand another second without you.

“Of course I did” you purred, tilting your head to brush your lips against his jaw. “I’ve been thinking about you fucking me in this all day.”

His dick twitched against you, his grip tightening. “Ouais?” (Yeah?) His voice was rough, dark with intent. “Laissez-moi vous donner ce que vous attendiez” (Let me give you what you've been waiting for)

You turned your head slightly, eyes dark with lust. “I want you to fuck me over the balcony so everyone knows how good you fuck me” you said, voice dripping with filth.

“Putain” he swore, his control completely shattered. His hand cracked against your ass, making you gasp, before he slid his fingers between your thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked you were. “Dripping for me” he murmured, rubbing your clit in slow, deliberate circles. “You need me that bad, huh?”

“Stop talking and fuck me” you demanded, rocking back against him.

He didn’t make you ask again. Lining himself up, he slammed into you in one deep thrust, stretching you open, making you gasp at the perfect, overwhelming fullness. He didn’t give you time to adjust—he started fucking you hard, deep, just like you needed, his grip bruising on your hips.

“Yes—fuck” you moaned, hands gripping the railing for support. “Fuck me Harder”

“You take this dick so fucking good” he groaned, pounding into you with everything he had. “So tight. So fucking wet for me.”

You gasped when he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, making you arch even deeper for him. He landed a hard slap on your ass making you whine loudly. The mix of pain and pleasure had your legs shaking, had you completely at his mercy.

“Smack me again” you moaned.

He did—hard. The sting only made you wetter, made you clench around him.

“Again”

Another sharp slap.

“Now make me cum” you gasped, your voice almost breaking from how desperate you were.

He obeyed instantly, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles, his thrusts turning brutal. “Cum for me” he rasped. “Let me have it”

Your orgasm hit like a fucking earthquake, your entire body tensing as pleasure exploded inside you, your walls clenching down on him, pulling a deep groan from his lips. He wasn’t far behind—you felt him twitch inside you before he cursed under his breath, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, his grip on you unrelenting.

For a moment, all you could hear was your heavy breathing, the sound of the city below, and the lingering echoes of your moans in the night air. Aurélien’s hands traced slow, lazy patterns over your hips, his lips brushing over your shoulder, his breath still ragged.

Then, without a word, he turned you around, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. It wasn’t soft—it was all tongue, all heat, all the leftover desperation that neither of you could shake. His hands roamed your body, gripping, squeezing, pulling you closer like he still hadn’t had enough.

Slowly, he walked you into the loft, the soft carpet cushioning your feet as he guided you inside. The flickering candlelight cast shadows along the walls, and the night air from the open doors made your overheated skin tingle. When he reached the center of the room, he lowered you onto the plush floor, his hands firm but careful as he eased you down.

You looked up at him, chest rising and falling rapidly, watching as he sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His muscles flexed in the dim light, his skin still glistening from your last round on the balcony. Then, his hands moved lower shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs until he was completely bare above you, hard and ready again.

Your breath hitched when he leaned over you, flipping you onto your stomach with ease. His hands slid under your hips, lifting you slightly, arching your back so your ass was perfectly presented for him—your body pressing into the carpet, your legs spread just enough to feel the heat of him behind you.

“This” he murmured, trailing a slow hand down your spine. His touch left a trail of heat, every inch of your skin hyperaware of him. When he reached your ass, he squeezed—firm, possessive, sending a sharp pulse of desire straight to your core. “This is how I want you”

A shiver ran through you at his words, your body responding instantly. The anticipation was unbearable, pooling deep in your belly, making your thighs clench. His hands gripped your hips firmly before sliding lower, spreading you open with intent. The cool air against your heated skin sent another shiver down your spine, a slow, teasing pause that left you breathless.

Then, without warning, he slightly leaned down and let out his spit into your pussy. The sensation made your body jolt, a needy whimper slipping from your lips as he teased you, drawing out every ounce of anticipation. He groaned, savoring the way you trembled beneath him, before finally pressing the thick, leaking tip of his dick against your pussy.

With one deep, unhurried thrust, he filled you completely, stretching you open in a way that made your breath hitch, your mouth parting in a silent moan before it finally broke free.

“Fuck Aurélien” you gasped, voice trembling, your fingers digging into the plush carpet beneath you, desperate for something to hold onto. The overwhelming fullness, the slow, dragging way he pulled out only to press back in—it had you teetering on the edge of madness.

He groaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated through his chest. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as he began to move, each stroke deep and measured, savoring every second of being inside you. His breath was uneven, his restraint evident, but it didn’t last long. Soon, his rhythm shifted, his control slipping as his hips snapped against you, faster, harder, his dick slamming into that perfect spot that had your legs shaking beneath you.

Your body tensed, pleasure unraveling inside you at a pace you couldn’t keep up with. The way he stretched you, filled you so perfectly, sent wave after wave of ecstasy crashing into you. It was too much, too intense. Your limbs burned, the friction, the overwhelming sensation making it impossible to think straight. You whimpered, trying to crawl forward, your hands scrambling at the carpet as you attempted to escape the unbearable pleasure.

But he was quicker. “Mm mm” Aurélien growled, his voice thick, dark with dominance as he grabbed your waist and yanked you back, forcing you flush against him again. “You’re not running from this dick. Come here”

A needy, broken moan fell from your lips as he grabbed you, pinned you in place, his hands locking around your hips, making sure you took every relentless stroke. Every inch. The deep drag of him, the way he filled you without pause, left you gasping, your body trembling under him. Your vision blurred, your muscles burning from the strain of taking him this deep, this hard. Every thrust sent a sharp, intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain rippling through you, leaving you desperate, stretched, and utterly consumed by him. His grip was bruising, his pace unyielding—there was no escape, not that you wanted one.

You felt him everywhere. The heat of his body pressing down on yours, the rough scratch of his breath against your shoulder, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back just enough to draw it out. Every inch of him dragged against your walls, thick and unrelenting, forcing your body to yield. The way he filled you, the way he stretched you, made your thoughts dissolve into nothing but him. And he felt you, too—his grip tightening as he groaned low in his throat, as if he could barely hold himself together. You clenched around him, and his rhythm faltered for a split second, a raw, helpless sound tearing from his throat. “Fuck” he gritted out, the word drenched in hunger. You could feel it—how close he was to losing control, how much he loved the way you took him.

His breath ragged as he reached beneath you, fingers expertly finding your swollen, sensitive clit. He rubbed tight, merciless circles, each touch perfectly in sync with his punishing thrusts. The sharp contrast of pleasure and intensity sent you spiraling, your body tensing, then unraveling beneath his relentless pace. His other hand smoothed over your ass before bringing it down in a sharp, stinging slap. Once. Then twice. The sharp bite of pain only made the pleasure crest harder, your cries muffled against the sheets. “Give it to me” he growled, his fingers pressing, stroking, demanding—until you shattered for him, falling apart in his hands.

The combination was lethal. Your orgasm ripped through you with devastating force, your entire body jerking as your walls clenched down on him, squeezing him so tight you heard him curse under his breath. A strangled cry left you, muffled against the carpet as you came, waves of pleasure crashing over you again and again.

Aurélien groaned, his pace faltering, his grip on you tightening as he buried himself deep one last time. His body tensed, his breath shuddering as he spilled inside you, his low, broken moan vibrating against your skin.

Neither of you moved, your bodies still locked together, trembling in the aftermath. Your breaths were ragged, chests rising and falling in sync, the only sound filling the space around you.

Then, slowly, he leaned down, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your spine, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into his chest. His warmth, the way he held you so securely against him, sent a different kind of shiver through you—one that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with the way he made you feel.

A deep, satisfied groan rumbled in his chest as he pulled out, slow and careful, letting you feel every inch of him leaving your body. The wet, obscene sound of it filled the air, making your breath hitch. He lingered there for a second, eyes locked on the way you trembled, before finally settling beside you.

Neither of you said a word at first, just the sound of your breathing filling the room. But you didn’t need to.

Then, with a lazy smirk, he exhaled a laugh. “You know” he murmured, dragging his fingers up and down your arm, “we really could’ve just fucked in the car”

You laughed, burying your face against his chest. “I don’t even know how we made it home without crashing to be honest” you admitted. “I had my hand in your pants the whole damn ride”

He groaned, shaking his head. “Yeah, I was holding on for dear life” He traced a slow circle on your hip before tilting his head down to look at you. “We’re reckless as hell”

You grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to his collarbone. “A little”

He hummed, then suddenly— “What zodiac sign do you think our baby’s gonna be?”

You froze for a second before lifting your head to look at him. The countless hours of teaching him astrology finally came back to haunt you. His expression was unreadable, but there was something teasing—something knowing—lingering in his eyes.

“The way you’ve been putting it in me like you’re trying to start a family, we might find out real soon” you teased, arching a brow.

His smirk widened, hand smoothing over your stomach. “Yeah?” His voice was deep, almost too casual. “Hope they’re a Scorpio”

“So Jules can have a birthday buddy? Great idea” you teased, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled, fingers tracing lazy patterns against your skin. “Exactly. Double the chaos.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day” you shot back, laughing.

He smirked, tilting his head. “Yeah, and nine months from now, you’re gonna be saying ‘Happy Parenthood”

You scoffed, swatting at his chest, but he just grinned, pulling you even closer. He kissed you again, deep, like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. And he did.

What started as lazy touches and teasing words unraveled into something primal, something untamed. You lost track of time, lost track of how many times he pulled you under, only to bring you back gasping, shaking, begging for more. Every surface became a playground—the bed, the couch, the kitchen table, even the floor when patience ran out. He flipped you, stretched you, took you apart in ways that had you seeing stars, until your body was trembling, muscles aching like you’d spent six straight hours on a stairmaster.

By the time you collapsed against him, boneless and wrecked, dawn was threatening the horizon. Your voice was hoarse, your skin marked with the evidence of everything he’d given you.

You knew this was gonna hurt so good when you woke up later.

[luveline]

Ooo can we have a blurb where bombshell! R and Spence were either on a date or were about to have their first time but got called into work? They both look a little annoyed at being interrupted. The bombshell reader series has my heart 🥺

im picturing boyband reid here maybe <3 fem

cw suggestive content

“These are trick buttons,” you accuse. 

Spencer laughs for the tenth time in as many minutes, perhaps tickled under your hands, more likely that he’s just feeling the same rush of hormones (namely adrenaline) as you are. “They’re not trick buttons, it’s ‘cos your hands are shaking.” 

He takes your poor hands in his. “It’s okay,” he adds softly, “I can do it.” 

“I’m not nervous, I’m excited,” you say, less soft, more desperate than he is, or at least on the surface. 

“I know, I know–” He catches your lips in a sudden eager kiss, a hand jumping to your cheek to ferry you closer, the other sewing down between your two chests to work open his fiendish buttons. 

“See,” he says between kissing, “easy.” 

“I’d like to see this level of dexterity when you unclasp my bra,” you mumble, kissing with every bit of hunger and love you have for him, lips drifting to his cheek, and then down to his jaw. Your mouth opens of its own accord. Spencer lets a breath slip from him coloured with wanting, the most amorous sound he’s ever made under your hands as you kiss, and nip, and—

Your phone rings from the nightstand, a heavy, repetitive vibration. 

“Ignore it,” you say easily, climbing up over Spencer’s lap, hand to the side of his face and rubbing tenderly. 

“I was planning on it,” he says. He was shy at first, those first few kisses, but Spencer’s a person like any other and he squeezes your hips closer to his without further argument. 

Your phone stops ringing a half a minute later. You smile into his mouth, even more when his fingers climb the length of your spine to slip playfully under the clasp of your bra. “How many tries do I get?” he asks. 

You sit back just a touch to meet his charming gaze. “As many as you need, handsome… I’m very patient.” 

He pulls you in to kiss your neck just as his phone begins to ring. 

“It’s work,” he guesses, paused regretfully under your chin. 

“We don’t know that.” 

“That’s my ringtone for work.” 

You breathe heavily atop him. “Can’t we be late?” 

He smiles at you gently. “I’m sorry, angel. If we’re late again this week he might actually bite your head off.”

Things were so perfect. This was it, this was the moment you finally knew each other to the very core, and your stomach aches with how badly you want him. You're startled at the heat behind your eyes knowing it’s not gonna happen. 

“Not tonight,” Spencer says, like he can read your mind. Maybe he’d been thinking a similar thing. “But soon, okay?”

You wrap your arms around his neck. 

His phone stops ringing before he can catch it. Both of your phones ping with simultaneous text messages quickly afterward, before your ringtone begins again in earnest. 

He leans graciously toward the nightstand, allowing you to continue hugging him while also answering the phone. “Hello?” you ask. 

“Agent Hotchner’s calling you in.” 

You press your nose to Spencer’s shoulder. “Okay. I have Dr. Reid with me too. Please stop calling, we’ll be there as soon as possible,” you say, flustered. You hang up quick. 

Spencer pats your back with his fingers, palm flat to your shoulder, apparently the less gutted of the both of you at your missed moment. “Let me get you dressed, okay?” he says. “You’re too sulky. It wouldn’t have even been that good.” 

“How rude.” 

His teasing continues. “I’m serious. I haven’t been with anyone since that girl in Vegas–”

“What girl in Vegas?” 

“–and anyways,” he says, tilting your head back, his smile both playful and adoring at once, “you shouldn’t have been on top.” 

“Spencer,” you laugh, pressing your hand to your eyes. 

“I have a head full of statistics on female pleasure and I don’t need them to know you should be laying down when we–”

You kiss him. “That’s enough,” you say, pressing the tips of your noses together. “I get the picture.” Your arm curled around his neck feels right, and you’re heartbroken to let it slink back to your side, but you do. “I love you. I wish we’d chosen different careers.” 

“I love you, too, but I don’t. Then we never would’ve met,” he says simply.

You let out a happy breath. “I guess not.” 

Spencer hoists you off of his lap in an impressive show of strength, but then he dumps you in the mess of sheets, which is less lovely. “What do you want to wear?” he asks, springing up, heading straight for his closet. “I pressed your pinstriped dress yesterday, that would look cute with your stockings. And you won’t need a jacket, it’s hotter out there than it is in here. Why are you looking at me like that? We literally don’t have time for this.” 

You love him. You’re gonna rock his world when you get home. “The dress is fine.” You put your arms up in the air. “I’m waiting. And look! We’re half undressed already. How convenient.” 

[gidle0ttothe6]

You did this to yourslef

Warning: teasing,tears,unprotected sex,Dom!junmin,sub!reader,daddy!kink,overstimulation,rough,marking,dirty talk,hairpulling,blowjob,vibrator,name calling, fingering

You and the guys are out in a bout basically a restaurant then you wanted to tease your boyfriend junmin “minjae did anyone ever tell you how hot you are?” He almost spit out his food “yeah a lot of people” minjae said as he looked at the both of you with a death stare. You kept on teasing him and touching minjae the whole time until..”HEY guys me and y/n are going home now bye” they said bye while he went to grab your wrists and yank you to the car “what the hell was that about?” “Nothing” you just giggled while he was quiet “……okay” you almost dropped when you heard his voice low and demanding, you were kinda scared but excited. Yall arrive at home and not prepared for what your boyfriend was about to do to you “go upstairs strip and get on your knees” you obeyed and went upstairs and got on your knees after striping. When he entered the room you looked at him and he was already necked “suck” when you heard that you touched his cock and put it whole in your mouth,you were gagging loudly that he was getting turned on a lot that he couldn’t stop to mouth fuck you so he grabbed your head and moved his hoops back and forth hard and fast, he was going so fast that you were drooling and gagging so loudly. “F-fuck I’m finna c-cum” be said that and strings of come went down your throat, he pulled out and went to the closet, he grabbed a black vibrator and smirked “you look like a slut with your legs open like that~” he said, he went to you and put the level on max. You were a moaning mess, it was so fast you started shaking and he knew you were finna cum right then and there so took it off of you pussy. Whining loudly then he put his fingers in you, “AH~ f-fuck…” you were so close that he pushes you over the edge and pulls back out and pushes back in. This time he decided to let you cum after pushing you to the edge 10 times, you moaned at feeling your release, he then grabs your waste while you sit on top of him “junmin what are you-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence in time bc he pushed you down on his whole entire length.You moaned feeling his whole fat long length in you, he started moving your hips slowly, then he grabbed your hips and and fucked you hard and roughly. “You like that! Hm~… You wish this was minjae fucking you like this?!” He asked and all you could do was moan at the answer “you slut…” a you moan at when he pumps in side you while turning in doggy style “f-fuck d-daddy~“ he pulled your hair when you tried to muffle your moans “no I wanna hear you scream my name so that everyone can hear even minjae” you whined at his name bc you know it’s not true. Junmin was close but he wanted to hold it to play with you more, he slapped your ass hard and even harder than before “you like that don’t you…f-fuck y/n your so tight” “d-daddy can I come please…” he chuckled at your question “ha..no baby” it was to much that you started crying bc of the overstimulation “f-fuck” he said as he came in you, he sighed and you didn’t come yet “sit on my face” “j-junmin I’m still a-sensitive” “who’s in charge here?” You sat there quite, you got up and sat on his face moaning at the sensitivity of you being recked a few minutes ago.You start to ride his face but he grabbed your thighs to keep you in place so you won’t move, he put his tongue in you whole and licked it everywhere. After that he made you cum in seconds. He goes to kiss you, “I should have recorded it” you punch him in his arm and he laughed “let’s go bathe” you said,after you two bathe y’all give kisses and sleep

IM SO SORRY FOR NOT DOING THIS AS SOON AS YOU ASKED ME IVE BEEN BUSY

[priestessri]

Chance meeting

Brad Pitt/reader (friendship)

I was sitting alone at my favourite table of my favourite coffee shop. As I contemplate how I'll be presenting myself in front of the director and writers of the next upcoming hit movie. Today was packed, which made sense considering the warmer weather. I shadow reflected off the window I was by indicating there was someone standing beside me. I decided to ignore them and hope they get the message and leave. My attention was caught when they cleared their throat, as I was about to make the excuse that I was waiting for a friend. I realised that this wasn't just any random person. This was Brad Pitt, as in Bullet Train Brad Pitt.

I was slightly shocked to see him here, as last I jeard he was in France, filming a new movie. My entire being was giddy with excitement as this was the first time I was seeing him in person. He politely asked if he could sit at the table with me as there were no other seats. I accepted as I fought back the urge to faint.

I decided I would read this book that I had recently bought at this cute vintage bookstore. When suddenly Brad started talking to me.

"You read," he asked, noticing the book in my hands. "I see you like Shakespeare. Is it any good?" He carries on.

"It's okay, I guess," I reply nonchalantly as I try to hide the fact that my entire body is shaking. "I use Shakespeare to help me prepare for reading lines at my auditions," I reply honestly. " You're an actress," Brad asks with interest and a slight smile. "Not yet, im still in the early stages. I'm not getting as many callbacks as I would like, " I respond, trying to calm down as my heart and mind start racing. "You're from England, aren't you?, i can hear a slight accent," he says, noticing the difference of my speech. "Hmmm, yeah, I am. Born and raised, " I respond, not giving much away.

*phone vibrates* I've just received a text from my agent, alerting me that my audition has changed times. Now I need to be there at 12 pm, which is in 30 minutes.

"Damn it," I accidently speak out loud. "Is there a problem?" Brad asks, showing concern. I decided to tell him the truth that I'm not going to make it to my audition in time. He nods, listening, standing abruptly. "Come on, I'll get you there in time," he says as he leads me to his car.

Brad got me there within 20 minutes. With only 10 minutes to spare. I thank him and turn to leave. "Wait, Brad calls after me," stopping me in my tracks. "I should have asked this earlier, but what's your name?" Brad asks. "It's Melanie," I respond shyly. "Cool name, here's my number. You can text or call me if you ever need help or advice with anything, " he says, passing a piece of paper over with a small smile.

"Remember Melanie, stay confident, show off your strongest skills, and most importantly Good Luck" Brad finishes off. Calming my raising anxiety almost completely.

The end

[6okuto]

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also just so everyone is aware there'll be 12 episodes and each one has a different ending so Wow. like wow

[sohcah-toa]

GENSHIN HIGH: FINAL CHAPTER | toa

someone requested me a temporary pt 2 of genshin high (i hope you see this anon) thank you for the support! i already made it but i accidentally deleted it after posting (im dumb af, made me cri). i'm just going to write it again lmao i really worked hard on that one too TT

cw: NSFW (18+), [mean] childe, scaramouche, xiao, thoma x you (not separate), group sex, zhongli x you (xtra; no penetration), degradation, dacryphilia, name calling, overstim (receiving), slight urophilia, anal, creampie, unprotected sex, full on filth, minors dni

wordcount: 5,092 (the main story; not proofread)

if you want more context, here's the link! genshin high masterlist

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"Scaramouche" Childe pulled him inside the locker's room

Scaramouche was just about to go to the cafeteria towards you.

"Hey!!" Scaramouche exclaimed as he got dragged in inside the room. He saw Xiao and Thoma there too.

"We need to talk"

;

It was lunch time. Since the four are your groupmates, you always eat together at lunch. This time nobody came, you were alone. Lunch time was almost over too.

"What the hell?" You muttered to yourself, this has never happened before so you got worried and immediately messaged your group chat

You see Albedo, Sucrose and Timaeus walking so you stop them and ask "Have you seen Childe and the others?" it was obvious who you were talking about. Ever since the group project started you five were inseparable.

"Sorry y/n, I haven't seen them" Sucrose answered shyly while Timaeus shakes his head no.

"I actu—" before Albedo could finish, someone interrupted, Signora and Dottore.

Not suprisingly, Dottore was a year below you, he's been held back.

"They're in the men's locker room" Signora said "Missing your lackeys?"

"They probably got sick of you" Dottore snorted and Signora laughed with him. You paid them no attention, they're always like this.

"Alright, thanks" You answer, you really have no time for them. Atleast you weren't worried anymore knowing they're safe.

;

Mr. Zhongli, what a dream. It was his subject after lunch and after his subject, it's the end of the school. Surprisingly, the boys aren't here in this class.

You were having perverted thoughts about Mr. Zhongli again but it felt different not having Childe smack you on the back of your head.

While daydreaming, your phone vibrated. It was a private message from Scaramouche saying to meet them at Childe's house.

"They cut school?" You mutter under your breath "Bastards didn't even invite me"

"Ms. y/n, have something to share?" Zhongli stared at you intensely while walking towards you. You quickly hide your phone. While you're sitting down, he stared down at you.

"N-Nothing" for some reason you felt super nervous, the way he's staring at you was so intense you feel like melting. Everybody was busy with their own little worlds so Zhongli had all the time to look down on you.

"Meet me after class" He said. After weeks of hinting at you, he finally said it himself. It's going to happen again.

Surely the boys won't mind if you were to be late for a little bit. This IS Mr. Zhongli, you have to go.

;

You've been knocking and waiting in front of Zhongli's door for the past five minutes but nobody is answering. There are faint noises but you can't quite make something out of it.

You felt so giddy and excited that you fix yourself up and made sure you smelled good. But it was taking too long for you, just when you decide to leave, the door opened.

A girl from the other class came out, ignoring you as she runs down the hallway with a red face.

"Um, good afternoon Mr. Zhongli" You bowed a little bit, your head turning towards the girl that just ran out.

"Please, come in" Zhongli opened the door widely for you. You walk in and you hear the door get immediately locked. You gulp, feeling excited, but the girl from earlier bothered you a little.

Zhongli went towards his desk and grabbed something; his phone. You walk carefully towards him, bowing on the right angle so he could see your cleavage.

In the most seductive way possible you said "Mr. Zhongli, are you having other girls here?"

"How is that your business?" He was paying no attention to you or to your flirtiness towards him. Instead, he was doing something on his phone.

You clear your throat, maybe you had the wrong idea, maybe he didn't invite you in his office to do something sexual "Mr. Zhongli, why did you call for me?" you said this in a serious tone, unlike before which felt embarrassing for you.

He showed his phone to you and played a video "Can you tell me what this is?"

Your eyes widen, you moved back a little. All your excitement from earlier turned into nervousness and fear "H-How did you—?"

Then it hit you. You saw Mr. Zhongli in the hallway that day. Was he there because he took a video of you?

"You and Mr. Albedo, in the laboratory, can you tell me what you two were doing?" Zhongli's face was serious. You know Zhongli is strict, he might play with you in his office but who know what he'll do with this video.

"Mr. Zhongli, I— me and Albedo were —" You were so nervous you couldn't talk. The video was of you and Albedo fucking in the laboratory. You wondered how he got that video, everything was closed.

Or — did the thick curtains slightly move creating a small hole where people can see through? Based from the video, that must be it.

"Whatever you're thinking about, it doesn't matter" He turned the phone off and put it inside of his pocket "I already got the video didn't I?"

You were dumbfounded in front of him. He walked near you, making you sit on the sofa which you did. He sat in front of you.

"It would be troublesome if this got out, especially when graduation is just around the corner" Zhongli sighed stressfully "Most especially to Mr. Albedo here which is a top student"

You furrow your eyebrows. It was a big deal for you too if that got out, not just Albedo.

"Mr. Zhongli, I'm sorry. Please— is there anything I could do?" You were worried, not just about yourself of course, Albedo too "He just asked for help and I—"

You continued to talk non-stop explaining yourself to Mr. Zhongli who remained silent.

He held a finger up "I'll forget about the video if you do what I say"

You gulp. Maybe you were right all along. What Mr. Zhongli doesn't know is that you're completely horny for him. He thought using the video would get you to do what he wants. For you, this was your win, you would do what he wants even if there wasn't any motive.

You can't help but smirk a little "I will"

"Good girl" He said, smiling slightly "Hmm"

You felt lightheaded, thinking of all the things that he might make you do turned you on.

"Strip, right here, right now" He said, pointing from your head to your toe "Everything, take it off"

It was still kind of embarrassing. You did it slowly. You covered yourself before sitting down on the couch again.

"Don't cover" He muttered, pushing his pants just below his buttocks while sitting down. You felt excited, you've never seen his cock before, you hoped that he will make you sit on his lap.

You stop covering yourself, you feel so wet already as you stick your legs together, you feel your slick on your thighs. Zhongli positioned his hand on his dick, holding it but not doing anything yet.

"Spread your legs and touch yourself" He said nonchalantly. You were taken back a bit, you wanted to sit on him but instead he requests this. "What's taking so long?"

"S-Sorry" You slowly touch your own clit, it was awkward at first but eventually you went faster. You started groping your own breasts and playing with your nipples.

You had your eyes closed as you moan. You put a finger inside you and it made you moan even louder. You look at Zhongli and he's pumping on his own dick, pleasuring himself. You bite your lower lip and thought how unfair this situation was. You wanted him so bad but not even your knees are touching.

You hear Zhongli's low grunts as he touch himself while watching you. You try to be more seductive.

"M-Mr. Zhongli.." you moan out his name "P-please Mr. Zhongli— ngh"

"Silence, you whore" He grunted as he went on a faster pace "F-fuck.. come here"

You immediately went over there to sit on his lap but he stopped you "Kneel"

"B-but—" like a little child, you pouted "Please fuck me Mr. Zhongli"

"Only speak when I say you speak" Zhongli said, pushing your head, forcing you to kneel down on the floor while he sits on the couch.

You nodded and held onto his thighs. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head closer to his dick, he slapped his dick on your face multiple times "You're everybody's slut huh? Even the top student? That's how much of a whore you are"

You start licking his massive cock "Y-Yes, Mr. Zhongli, I'm your slut" you grab his dick and start pumping it while it goes in and out of your mouth. He grunts lowly, his grip on your hair tightening.

"H-how about that little group of yours?" He had a hard time talking with you sucking him off "Did you f-fuck them too?"

You don't answer. You close your eyes while you suck the tip of his dick like a lollipop. Zhongli removed his slacks fully, after that you quickly started sucking him off again.

Both his hands were gripping your hair tightly. It hurt on your head as he pushes your head deeply on his cock. You're gagging so much that you already have tears falling from your face.

Zhongli looked at you. Looking down at you with tears on your face turned him on so much more. He stood up and started thrusting in your mouth faster.

"M-Mr— Zhong—" You were crying because of how big his dick was in your mouth. You tried to stop his thrusts by pushing on his thighs but he doesn't stop. Instead, he goes faster.

"Whore, don't do anything until I tell you to" he kept his dick in your mouth, you feel it in your throat. He grunts everytime he thrusts, it was a signal that he was about to cum "Ngh"

You felt like vomiting after he thrusted his cock deep in your mouth then removed it. He positioned his dick on your face then came. His cum and your tears mixing together in your red face. He let your hair go, letting you fall on the floor.

You were a mess because of him and he liked seeing that. He pulled his pants up "No pleasuring for you, you little slut"

You were breathing so heavily that you couldn't even move. He looked down at you, just like he always does then smiled.

;

After fixing yourself up completely in the girl's bathroom, you walked towards Childe's house. You felt annoyed that you didn't even felt pleasure aside from you touching yourself which was a different story. Mr. Zhongli is a monster.

It was unfair, now you want to feel pleasured. You hope he keeps his word about the video though. In the end, it wasn't your win at all.

;

"Late as usual" Scaramouche sighed as you walk inside Childe's room. Childe, Xiao and Thoma looked at you, surprised.

They were all drinking together.

"What is she doing here?" Xiao said as he takes a shot, not even batting an eye on you

"Scaramouche, did you invite her?" Thoma said with a very serious face

The scene you were seeing felt surreal. Xiao drinking at his own will, Thoma not smiling at you and Childe, who was silent as he drinks.

"Didn't I tell you guys?" Scaramouche raised an eyebrow "My bad then"

"We were still discussing about it" Xiao rolled his eyes

"What's happening? Why did you cut classes?" You asked them all the questions you had before meeting with Mr. Zhongli earlier "I had to eat alone at lunch you know, Signora and Dottore made fun of me" you joked but nobody dared to answer you.

They were ignoring you, except for Scaramouche which was surprising.

"You see, these losers were drinking because you played us all" Scaramouche told you with a laugh "You're a whore but I knew that, they didn't"

"What do you mean?" You said with a nervous laugh, you were confused, there was no way they could've found out but then again, you were always so risky in places.

"Don't fool with us" Xiao stood up and walked near you making you back up "You know what we're talking about" he slammed his fist on the wall beside you. You were pinned on the wall.

You shrugged a little, this was unlike the timid Xiao you knew. Childe finally stood up and talked.

"Didn't know you loved banging so much that you had to do it with four guys" he said with a smirk. You gulp at his words, unable to move because of Xiao.

"We're doing this now?" Thoma looked at all of you who were standing.

"I proposed something to them you know" Scaramouche laughed, you were almost scared by this "A punishment and everybody agreed"

"Yeah" Thoma said, looking down "We're in"

"G-Guys?" You call out as they go near you, you feel nervous while they all walk closer and closer to you "Can someone explain? Sacaramouche?"

"Like I said, a punishment, what more do you want?" He smirked taking his shirt off, he fixed his hair after which made him look hot.

From what Zhongli did to you earlier, this situation was making you feel excited.

"You're a slut, you must be enjoying this" Scaramouche snorted pulling you from Xiao. He started groping your breasts "Does it excite you?"

You release low moans "S-stop—" you say that but your down there says otherwise. You feel extremely wet being cornered by four hot men. You were longing for something. Something that Zhongli never gave to you and this might be it.

Scaramouche gripped your face, making you turn to him, he kissed you roughly. He quickly inserted his tongue while he strips you off of your clothing.

The other three were just watching as Scaramouche makes you moan loudly. Childe was already erect but Thoma and Xiao are still grasping the situation.

"Fuck!" Childe exclaimed as he walked behind you, he played with your breasts while Scaramouche takes your clothes off "We're going to break you" he whispered this into your ear

"C-Childe" You muttered, feeling embarrassed. He twisted your nipples, rubbing it in circles from behind you. You feel his erect dick on your butt. You are now fully naked because of Scaramouche.

While Childe plays with your tits, Scaramouche held your other leg up, showing everybody your wet pussy.

"So wet already?" Scaramouche smirked while kneeling down. He started touching your clit "You're so wet.. Did something happen earlier?"

You were breathing heavily so you couldn't answer. Scaramouche immediately stick two finger in you which made you scream loudly.

"Answer me" Scaramouche ordered. Thoma and Xiao were blushing, not acknowledging the fact they're already erect.

You whimpered "N-N-no.." you clenched your teeth to prevent yourself from moaning any louder than you did earlier

"She's lying" Thoma said as he grabs your underwear, your slick from earlier was there but some part of it was already dry "You dare mess with us again" Thoma sighed walking close to you.

Your mouth was open as Scaramouche stick his two fingers up and down in you. "Liar"

Thoma grabbed your chin then kissed you. You moaned from under his lips. His let his tongue wonder inside your mouth. Thoma started unbuckling his belt, not containing his feelings anymore as he lowly grunts.

Xiao was too shy to get in the action but he wanted to. Instead, he took his pants and shirt off and started touching himself while watching the other three men make you dumb because of their touches.

"You lied?" Childe whispered, you feel his heavy breaths on your ear as he grinds himself from behind, he gripped your neck while doing so "Don't lie"

You gag as he choked you making your head bend on his shoulders. His grope on your chest tightened.

"I said answer us" Scaramouche sighed as he sticked another finger in your pussy hole. Your eyes widen and you scream, making Thoma back away from the kiss

"S-stop Scaramo—uche" You gagged. Three fingers was too much, he was going at a fast pace too

"Not answering?" Scaramouche smirked "Come here, Xiao"

While Xiao walk towards all of you, your breasts and neck felt empty. Childe backed away a little to strip naked while Thoma did the same, stroking their own dicks in the process.

"Get behind her" Scaramouche ordered Xiao and he did exactly what was told to him "Insert your finger on her asshole, if she doesn't answer again, add another"

Xiao was quite hesitant at first but Scaramouche widened his eyes, he got a little bit scared so you feel your asshole being penetrated.

You scream, this was the first time someone touched that part of you "X-Xiao— please no"

Childe started rubbing his dick on the side of your hips "Just answer so we could get started for real" his eyes were full of lust. You feel your side get slightly wet because of his pre cum.

Scaramouche never stopped moving his hands, this time Xiao did the same. You feel so full with just their fingers, you couldn't help but moan, your face was undescribable at this point. You were going crazy.

"We're asking again, alright?" Thoma asked, trying to be as sweet as possible as he kiss your lips softly from time to time while he gropes your other breast "Be honest, okay?"

You clenched both your holes down there as you collect your energy to nod

"Why were you late?" Scaramouche turned the question into a different one

"M-Mr.—" You were nearly out of energy. You felt like falling but Childe and Thoma held you up so Scaramouche and Xiao could continue what they were doing "Mr. Zhongli—" you moaned because Childe just started to rub your clit.

"What about him?" Xiao asked, he added another finger in your hole. Scaramouche smirked after realizing what Xiao had done

"You're not such a loser after all" Scaramouche snorted

Without anything wet to prepare your asshole earlier, you were feeling sore

"M-Mr. Zhongli asked for me" You grunted, preventing yourself to moan again so you could speak "H-He did — something..."

"Just say everything" Childe leaned in your ears to whisper. He started nibbling and biting.

"He made me — suck his cock" You said, everybody seemed to shrug and had their brows furrowed. Suddenly, everyone got even rougher with you. Xiao inserted another finger which means there was three fingers in your dry asshole and three fingers in your pussy, your slick flowing down on your thighs and on Scaramouche's arm. Childe still had his cock on your side hip, pinching your nipples at the same time. Thoma put two fingers in your mouth, making you suck it as he stroke and rub his own dick "S—stop please.. 's t'much"

You were gagging and screaming on Thoma's fingers "I'm cumming! Cumming!!! Ngh" you squirmed but they held you tightly in place as they continue. Because it was becoming too much, instead of feeling like cumming, you felt like peeing "S-stop!! Please stop!! I-I'm! I'm—!!!"

You screamed and released your pee, along with your slick, it flowed down on your thighs, floor and on Scaramouche's arm, even Xiao's. Everybody stopped and backed away from you.

Your knees were as soft as jelly so you fall from the ground; sitting down with legs spread, you had no energy to move. All your slick trickled on the ground and to your thighs. It was all over you. You were breathing hard as saliva drips from your mouth. You felt your pee ooze on your legs as your vagina lets out drips of pee.

"You ARE a slut" Xiao muttered, pointing at your weak body beneath him, with his cock standing up.

Scaramouche licked his fingers "Yeah, she's a nympho"

"Obviously, we're not done yet" Childe said, waving his erect dick around so you could see that he still wasn't done with your body

"I need more" Thoma whispered, he carried you and tossed you to the bed slightly, crawling on top of you

"Hey hey! You don't do things around here" Scaramouche jogged towards the bed and positioned himself from above your mouth

"Fuck off" Thoma's face was serious, he was so horny that he couldn't take it anymore. He spread your legs and inserted his dick in your pussy, not even bothering to pause, he moved at a fast pace "Why are you still tight? I'm sorry y/n— I just can't .. ngh"

Childe and Xiao followed. They positioned themselves from beside you. You used both hands to rub their dicks.

"Fuck yes" Childe muttered, he held your hand on his cock and moved it faster while Xiao moans on the other side.

"I-I want all of it" you were beginning to lose your mind, succumbing to the deep lust inside of you "Please give t-them all to me"

"Hussy" Scaramouche said before inserting his dick in your mouth, he immediately thrusted it deep, you feel the tip of his dick on your throat, making your saliva flow out of your mouth. He didn't move yet but tears fell from your eyes. You were kind of moving because of Thoma who continued to thrust his dick in your pussy so Scaramouche let out low grunts feeling vibrations from your mouth.

"Y/N!" Thoma let his moans out, arching his back with every thrust he makes "I-I love fucking you"

Childe and Xiao played with your tits as you stroke their dicks, you feel their pre cum leak on your arms

Scaramouche started moving in and out of your mouth, closing his eyes. He grabbed a spoonful of your hair which made your body bend upwards a little. He moved your head so forcefully. With every thrust he makes, a tear falls from your eyes. Scaramouche tried his hardest to keep his eyes open just to see your face while he's fucking your tiny little mouth. Making you dumb on his dick.

"Move" Xiao muttered as he positioned his dick on the side of your mouth, clearly making Scaramouche leave

"Fuck — off" Scaramouche said with a grunt, still thrusting in your mouth

You stop rubbing Childe's dick. Instead, you grab both Scaramouche's and Xiao's cock, licking their tips.

Scaramouche was against this idea, he was just starting to have fun. But your licks on his peehole made him crazy that he froze.

"Fuck" Thoma muttered, getting rougher by the second "I'm going to cum inside you"

"Not fair" Childe said, not getting anything out of all this so he moved from the other side

"Cock—" you've officially lost it, you want all of them, their cocks on your body; wherever "More.. ngh"

Scaramouche stroked your hair gently, also wiping the sweat on your forehead. Xiao was the weakest out of everyone, the first time he had sex was with you so he didn't have enough experience.

Xiao wanted you to feel good with his touch so he groped your breasts, doing his best to make you feel good.

"Thoma get the fuck out" Childe said stroking himself

"I-I'm close so fuck off" Thoma grunted, he was balls deep inside you, stretching your pussy as much as he can.

You suck both Xiao's and Scaramouche's dick, one after the other, licking it. Your saliva was everywhere. You licked and groped their balls.

"Fuck it!" Childe said, he held your body and flipped your body. Everybody stopped what they were doing "I'm going to fuck you"

Childe made you kneel on all fours, he positioned himself from underneath you while Thoma positioned himself from behind you, ready to go again.

"I'll take her pussy this time" Childe said as he licks your mouth "I got you this time" he inserted his dick inside you whil Thoma licks your butthole to prepare you for his dick.

While Thoma licks your asshole, Scaramouche pushed him from the side.

"My turn, get lost" Scaramouche said, positioning himself in front of your ass "Here I go" your eyes widen, two dicks inside of you was a first. Even though Xiao put three fingers there earlier, it wasn't comparable to the size of Scaramouche.

"Shit" You whimpered, nobody moved yet as if being considerate. Xiao was completely contented with you sucking him off, for him it felt heavenly. Just hearing the sounds almost made him cum.

Thoma slapped your face with his dick as you suck Xiao off. It was his signal that he wanted you to suck his dick too.

Childe started moving and so did Scaramouche. You feel Childe sucking on your tits as he thrust himself from underneath, muttering a series of cusses.

Scaramouche smacked your ass as he thrusts deeper in your ass "So tight— fuck, you slut"

"C-cummin— ngh" For a moment you stop sucking Thoma and Xiao to talk but Xiao forced his dick in your mouth

"Can't hold it any longer" Xiao whispered as Thoma froze, surprised about Xiao's sudden action "Mm Cumming"

He didn't even bother pulling out of your mouth, he came, his cum dripped on the bed as it flowed on your chin. Childe was sucking your breasts so he wasn't affected by any of the drips.

Xiao pulled his dick out and plopped on the bed, breathing heavily "I-I'll make sure next time — you'll beg for me"

Thoma didn't hesitate to put his dick in your mouth too. You started squirming all around, the pleasure from both your holes is becoming unbearable. You wanted to cum so bad but you still need a little bit more push.

"Stop squirming you bitch" Scaramouche smacked you again as he inserted his dick, it fell off from all the squirming you're making. Childe held both your arms to stop you as he was having the same problem.

"You feel so good" Childe kept thrusting, not thinking about Scaramouche's dick almost touching his. All he ever thought of was how good the insides of your walls felt and how warm it is on his cock. He grunts a little bit louder when you intentionally clench your walls to make it feel tighter. Childe felt like his cock was being swallowed, the amount of pleasure was heavenly that he couldn't even continue sucking your tits anymore.

Your ass was red from all of Scaramouche's smacking "Bitch, you let Mr. Zhongli play with you huh?"

"If that happens again, I'll fuck your brains out in school in front of everybody" Childe whispered, you feel his breath on your skin "I'll let them know"

"Big talk plucky " Thoma grunted, grabbing a handful of your hair "Except she's not yours"

Your eyes were red from all the gagging, you never even had the chance to swallow Xiao's cum.

"She's — mine" Thoma grunted and thrusted one last time, you feel his balls on your chin, before he could cum, he pulled out then came on your face "She's been marked"

You lick the top of your lips and wiped the cum on your eyes "T-Thoma.." you showed him your tongue that was full of cum and then you swallowed it "Thank y-you"

You were shivering, you had no energy left to kneel on all fours so you let your body fall on top of Childe's, their cock still inside of you.

"You nympho, I thought you never get tired" Scaramouche continued to fuck your ass, it was red and sore but he doesn't stop. He gripped your ass so tight that it hurt

Childe still kissed you despite the cum on your face, his hands are in between your bodies, still groping your tits a little bit.

"Fuck you whore" Scaramouche grunted, he went so deep, you felt his balls on your skin, you moaned while kissing Childe. Childe was not moving at all letting Scaramouche cum before having all of you.

You feel something warm inside of you, Scaramouche just came inside of your asshole, when he pulled his huge dick out, the shape of it was distinguishable enough. His cum flowed out of your ass as he strethes it out even further from outside using his hands. Observing the shape he just made "You've been marked as well" Scaramouche glared at Thoma

After Scaramouche, Childe started moving with a smile on his face "Save the best for last"

You don't move as Childe thrusts himself inside of you

"C-Childe— I—" Childe covered your mouth

"Don't talk, I'll do the work for you" Childe embraced your waists as he move his hips at a fast pace "Feels so good to see you like this" he muttered, staring at your moaning face, not minding the other guys that was panting.

All Childe could hear was his dick slapping in your pussy and your body colliding with one another while moaning each other's names.

"You're my slut" Childe said as he thrusted one last time, you screamed and came first. This made Childe smirk "Hah"

With one last thrust he came too. He was just waiting for you to go first, he's been holding it in all this time.

He slowly sat up, laying you down gently. Both your holes were sore and overflowed with both your cum and the other's. Your body felt so tired that all you could do was close your eyes and pant.

All the guys looked at your lifeless body.

"W-was that too much?" Xiao showed concern for the first time after everything

"Are you okay?" Thoma asked, all the hostile energy from them earlier was gone

All you could do was breathe heavily

"We'll take care of you" Childe said, rubbing your thighs, letting you know he's got you

Scaramouche on the other hand smirked, he felt satisfied seeing you like this "That's what you get for being a slut. Don't think it's over"

;

A few weeks later.

Graduation was just a week away. You were at Childe's again. What happened then became a habit for the five of you. Nobody complained about it so you continued doing it with each other.

Sometimes it gets crazy even at school, in the men's locker room or in the men's bathroom, the guys are beginning to get more and more creative. The guys can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of them

With graduation just around the corner, you hope to all the gods that nobody finds out about this.

— END ꕥ

note: this was my first time making a story like this and i worked really hard on it! i hope you guys like it! sorry if its not as good but i really did try my best TT i enjoyed making the whole genshin series, i hoped you all enjoyed it as much as i did. im so grateful for all the support (reblogs and comments, even reqs!) love u guys! ♡

[weelittleweasley]

my girl (f.w.)

prompt: you always knew fred would be a great dad and every day he exceeds your expectations

pairing: dad! fred x mom! reader

warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, children (yes, children is a warning), mild language, suggestion and brief mention of sex, thunderstorm, fear of thunder/rain.

word count: 6.2k

author’s note: THIS BITCH SO LONG IM SO SORRY this is the last installment of the 60s writing challenge!! thank you to everyone who has tuned in!!

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It was laughable; the way Fred stared at your large pregnant belly with eyes full of anticipation, hands placed on either sides of it, waiting for your child to kick at his hands. You giggled as he gently whispered to your protruding stomach, “Come on, little one. It’s your daddy. Give us a little kick, yeah?” Your stomach remained still as he lightly groaned, only making you laugh. “This child already likes keeping me on my wit’s end,” he grumbled before kissing your belly. “I’m just teasing,” he whispered again to the bump. “I love you so much.”

You brush your fingers through Fred’s hair, him sighing as you do. Fred had been so darling over the past nine months of your pregnancy. He found more staff for the joke shoppe to take over the early morning shifts and the night shifts so he could spend those hours taking care of you, helping around the house, and preparing for the baby’s arrival. You were always Fred’s number one priority, but that was set in stone after you became pregnant. He would literally drop anything if you even murmured that you needed something. Fred would wake up first and get your prenatal vitamins ready for you to drink with a large glass of water, he’d make breakfast, clean the kitchen, and only then would he wake you up. You had to admit, you could get used to living like this. But alas, you were past your due date and the baby was expected any day now.

“She loves you too, Freddie,” you tell him as you prop yourself up on your elbows, getting a better look at your husband who still rubs his hands over your stomach, searching for your unborn baby’s feet.

Fred looks up at you with questioning eyes. “She?” Fred could honestly care less about the sex of his child, as long as the baby was healthy. That’s all he could truly ask for. But secretly, deep down, Fred wanted a little girl, a princess. Someone who could be his princess since he had already found his queen.

You smiled with a shrug, “I have a feeling. I know it’s supposed to be a surprise, but when you know you know, don’t you?”

With that, against the skin of your stomach, pressed against Fred’s hand is two large kicks. Fred’s eyes widen as he sits up, feeling his child kick against his hands as the two of you laugh. Fred smiles wide and says, “Is that a sign?” he stares up at you with excited eyes as you cover your mouth laughing with glee. “Is that right, baby? A little girl?” he whispers to your belly, earning another two strong kicks as the two of you laugh out with delight. “A little princess and a strong one at that!” he cheers. “We’ve got a little football player on our hands, don’t we? Well, too bad, because your daddy is going to teach you all about quidditch.”

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The hospital room was quiet, no one daring to disturb the air that surrounded the newborn baby girl that was fast asleep on your chest. Her plump cheeks squished against your bare chest made you and Fred smile with delight. A healthy baby girl born after a brutally long labor, but it was all worth it. You softly kissed the top of her head, making her stir in her sleep. 

You looked over at Fred to see him, gently wipe tears from his eyes as he gazed upon your newborn daughter. In this room, he had everything he’d ever wanted. The sight of your husband looking so lovingly at your daughter made your heart swell as you felt hot tears prick up behind your eyes. Reaching out, you cupped Freddie’s cheek as brushed away with happy tears with your thumb. Freddie looked up at you with eyes so tender and a smile so warm, you giggled out a sob. “She’s perfect,” he quietly spoke to you as you nodded your head in agreement. 

She really was the most precious thing you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Her button nose and soft features rested upon her gentle skin, tufts of strawberry blonde hair poking out from the cap the hospital dressed her in. Her lips were pink and squished against your chest as small dreaming noises escaped now and again. Your darling little girl, your little flower.

“Daisy,” you spoke softly to Fred as you brushed your daughter’s cheek softly.

The two of you had spoke about what to name the baby for a while, a few names tossed around here and there, but none of them felt right. Until Daisy popped into your head.

Fred nodded his head with a happy smile, “Yeah.” In her sleep, the baby stirred at the sound of Fred’s voice, making him scoot impossibly closer to the hospital bed, leaning close to his daughter. “How do you like that, love bug?” he cooed at the sleeping baby on your chest. “Daisy,” he smiled to himself. “I love you so much. You’re going to give mommy a run for her money,” he joked, making you roll your eyes with a breathy chuckle. Fred looked up at you and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t believe we made something as perfect as she is,” he shakes his head in disbelief. 

You smiled at your husband and sighed. The man before you was so perfect, helplessly in love with you and the child you created. Slowly, you peeled sleeping Daisy off of your chest and handed her over to an eager Fred, scooping her in his arms, cradling the baby close to his chest. Fred cooed down at his baby who slowly fluttered her eyes open, peering her dark eyes, that looked so like Fred’s, up at him. You laid back in the hospital bed, relaxing as you watched Fred murmur to Daisy, speaking gently and kissing her forehead and nose every now and again. As if you couldn’t fall more in love with Fred, watching him become a father was enough to make you fall in love fifty more times. 

Fred rose from the chair he was sat in and started walking around the hospital room, rocking the baby and talking to her about the life she was going to have. “Just wait until Uncle George gets his hands on you,” he whispered as you silently laughed. “Grandma Molly is going to spoil the hell out of you,” he shook his head for his eyes widened and he looked at you. “I shouldn’t curse in front of our baby, should I?” he asks as you shake your head. “Damn it,” he curses again as he winces. “I’ll stop now,” he huffs making you laugh as your eyes feel heavy. The long labor had you exhausted and you had been up with Daisy feeding her and watching her alongside Fred. “Darling,” Fred cooed at you, “get some rest, please. I’ve got Daisy and she’s not due for another feeding for some time. You need to get some rest,” he tells you, walking over to the bed, helping pull the sheets up to cover you as you look up at his handsome face. “I’ll take care of our baby. Don’t worry.”

With a teasing sleepy smile on your face, you say, “I don’t know how much I trust you with a newborn child.” Fred gives you a look, making you chuckle. “I’m kidding, love, I’m kidding.” Fred kisses your forehead, your nose, and then your lips gently, him rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Fred speaks before placing another kiss to your lips softly. He sits himself in the chair again, Daisy looking sleepy again herself. He sighs before clearing his throat and gently starting to sing a melody that sounded all too familiar to you. “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day,” he sings, making your heart flutter in your chest. “When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May,” his voice is soothing, the vibrations from his chest calming Daisy down and putting her in a sleepy trance. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl, talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” his deep voice sings the familiar love song.

Fred looks at you as you watch him with a small smile on your face, tears welling up in your eyes. He was singing your wedding song to your baby. It felt like a dream. Being married to the man you’ve always loved, seeing him cradle your beautiful baby girl in his arms, singing the song you would dance to as teenagers. It was unreal, but somehow, you were lucky enough to be living in it.

“I got so much honey, the bees envy me. I’ve got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees,” he continues to sing along, slowly putting both you and Daisy to sleep as you flutter your eyes closed, happy and safe.

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The drive back from the hospital was slow. Fred insisting on not driving faster than twenty miles an hour even though the speed limit was thirty. This caused many cars on the road to change lanes and shoot Fred dirty looks. 

“Fred, honey, you can drive faster than this. She’s in a car seat, strapped in very well as you made sure of before we left the hospital, and the road is very clear considering everyone has driven around you,” you tell him from the passenger seat.

He shakes his head, “No way. I am remaining as safe as humanly possible. Can’t risk putting my little flower petal in harm’s way.”

But eventually, you arrived back to your house where your friends and family awaited your arrival patiently. You turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open, Fred following closely behind you with Daisy in her carrier. “We’re home,” you sing song out at the bunches of people who awaited your arrival in your home.

Everyone rises from the couches and chairs in your home, big smiles on their faces when they see you, Fred, and Daisy enter the door. Molly gasps and covers her mouth, tears already welling up in her eyes as Fred sighs. “Ron! Mum is already crying, you owe me two galleon!” George calls out. “I call holding it first!” George calls out.

“It?” Ginny makes fun of her brother with a light chuckle as Ron cackles from the other side of the couch, earning a pillow toss in the face from George. “I reckon I should hold the baby first considering I am going to be the godmother, right, (Y/N)?” Ginny asks.

George lets out a laugh, “Hilarious, Ginny. Last time I checked it was my twin who had the baby. Surely, I will be the godparent and the first one to hold it.”

“Stop calling the baby it!” Ginny reprimands him. “The baby is a...wait, you never told us what the baby’s sex is,” Ginny looks to you and Fred as the two of you are too preoccupied laughing at the antics of the group already. You weren’t even home five minutes and there was already arguing. “So?”

You look to Fred, giving him the honor of announcing the baby’s sex. “Everyone will get a turn holding her,” he announces as Ginny cheers out in victory, Ron owing George another two galleons, as Molly and Hermione squeal in excitement. “But who ever holds her first needs to wash their hands. I don’t want any dirty paws on my perfect baby girl,” he coos into the carrier before you take off the buckle and scoop Daisy into your arms as she stretches in your arms.

Ginny and George both make a mad dash to the sink, pushing the other out of their ways, trying to wash their hands first. You shake your head with a chuckle, and look down at your baby girl who is fast asleep still, still too young to understand the chaos of a family she was born into. 

Molly laughs and speaks, “While those two battle of the soap, little do they know I already washed and sanitized my hands when I came in.” You laugh, knowing Molly Weasley came prepared to be the first one to hold her grandchild. 

“Wait,” Fred stops his mother before you can pass the baby over to her. He pulls a vile of hand sanitizer from his pocket and squirts two drops in his mother’s hands, just in case. You slap his arm. “What? Can’t be too safe,” he defends himself. After Molly rubs in the gel, she looks at her son, giving him a sarcastic look. “Alright, now you can hold her,” he speaks as Molly rolls her eyes as you gently place Daisy in her arms.

Molly looks down at the newest addition to the Weasley family and her lights light up. Arthur looks over her shoulder and smiles softly at the beautiful babe in Molly’s arms. “She’s just a doll, isn’t she?” Arthur whispers as Molly cradles your daughter in her arms.

George and Ginny race back into the living room only to find their mother holding Daisy instead of one of them. George groans as Ginny defeatedly flops on the couch. “Snooze you lose, children,” she teases with a smile and George mimics her before flopping on the couch next to Ginny and Harry. Molly looks back at you and Fred with a big smile. “Well done, you two,” she beams as Fred hugs you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head. “She’s simply beautiful.”

“Thank you, Molly,” you smile. “So, do you lot want to know her name?” you ask the group, earning a symphony of yes’s and please’s. You look up at Fred who gives you an encouraging nod. With a gulp, you reveal, “Her name is Daisy.” Hermione smiles widely and claps her hands excitedly. “Daisy Ginevra Weasley,” you finish.

Ginny’s eyes widen in shock at the baby’s middle name. It was important to both you and Fred that you had a family name in there besides the surname. You were insistent on giving Daisy Ginny’s name as her middle name. Ginny played a big factor in why you and Fred got together and she was always there for you every step of your relationship. It only seemed right to name your child after her. “You...you named her after me?” Ginny asks in disbelief as you and Fred nod your heads. “Bloody hell,” she whispers with a smile, tears making her eyes glassy, but she pushes them down with a shake of her head. “I don’t know what to say. I...” Ginny searches for the words, but just ends up running over to you and embracing you and Fred in the tightest hug. 

You laugh and give her a squeeze before holding her face in your hands. “You’re my sister, Gin. It only made sense to name our first daughter after someone who means so much to the both of us,” you tell Ginny as she smiles, tears now spilling from her eyes. You wipe away the tears with your thumbs as Fred places a kiss to his sister’s forehead.

Ginny laughs before punching Fred’s arm teasingly. “Merlin, you lot have made me soft,” she wipes her tears with a sniffle, making you and Fred laugh. Molly walks over to her daughter and puts Daisy in her arms as Ginny gasps and holds the baby close to her chest. “Hello, little one,” she whispers as Fred holds you in his arms, smiling wide as he watches his little sister hold his daughter. The sight was enough to make you cry again. The person who had been so influential in you and Fred’s relationship was now holding your first born child. “Reckon you have quite a beautiful middle name, eh?” she laughs before taking a seat next to Harry on the couch.

“Georgina also has a nice ring to it. Daisy Georgina Weasley. It’s not too late, you know,” George tells you and Fred, making you laugh and Ginny give him a dirty look.

“Shut it, you wanker,” she whispers through gritted teeth. 

“Ah, ah, ah! No swearing in front of the baby!” George tsks his sister before looking at you and Fred. “You don’t want a godparent who swears in front of children, now do you?” he continues to push Ginny’s buttons as she rolls her eyes, but continues to coo at Daisy who peels her eyes open and peers up at Ginny.

Fred walks towards George who sits in the living room chair and speaks, “Funny you should mention that. (Y/N) and I have both gone back and forth about this for a long while. And we decided that if anything should happen to either of us, we would want you to raise Daisy, George.” George’s eyes widen in disbelief as he looks back and forth between you and Fred as you smile widely. It was a no brainer deciding who Daisy’s godparent would be. George was the first person to know when you were pregnant, he made sure the joke shoppe could function the same now with Fred as a dad, he baby proofed his flat months in advance for Daisy’s arrival. George would be a great uncle and godfather to your child. “What do you say, Georgie?” Fred asks.

George engulfs Fred in a massive bear hug, making your heart swell as Molly wrapped her arm around you, pulling you into her side. Today was surely one of the best days of your life, watching your family care for this new life with so much love and tenderness. George pulls away from Fred with tears in his eyes, clearing his throat, and speaking, “Of course. Yeah, ‘course I will. If anyone lays a finger on that child consider them dead meat.” Fred laughs and hugs his brother again, the two of them sharing a tender moment.

Ginny rises from the couch and with a smile, passes Daisy over to her godfather and uncle. George holds Daisy with utmost care and carefulness. He carefully sits down and smiles at the small baby in his arms. “Hey, peanut. I’m your Uncle Georgie,” he smiles down at Daisy who yawns and stretches in his arms, pushing off her hospital cap in the process to reveal her tufts of strawberry blonde hair. “Ah, the Weasley signature,” George laughs. “Sorry about that one, (Y/N),” he winks as you laugh, sitting on the couch with Ginny’s legs folded over your lap as she kisses your cheek. “Godric, she’s beautiful, Freddie,” George gushes. “You’re gonna be a heart breaker, kid. Just like your mum before she met your dear old dad. You know it took him three times before she finally said yes to go out with him?”

“Alright, no need to embarrass me in front of my three day old child,” Fred laughs, sitting on the arm of the chair.

The whole lot of you sits in the living room, quite still, watching Daisy as she gets passed around the room, each person interacting with her, cooing at her. When she gets passed around to Ron and Hermione, Ron huffs, “So, Ginny is her namesake, George is her godparent, does that make me the cool uncle?” 

With a laugh, you shake your head, “Absolutely. Every kid needs a cool uncle and aunt.”

Ron smiles, “Wicked.” 

Hermione coos at Daisy, Ron gently brushing her cheek with his forefinger as Daisy yawns widely. “You are a darling,” Hermione blushes to the baby before looking at Ron with pleading eyes.

“Oh, don’t give me that look. I have the daunting job of being cool uncle. Let me get that job done first before we get involved with something else,” he warns as Hermione laughs along with the rest of the group.

You look over to Fred who is already looking at you, love plaguing his eyes as you sigh happily. He smiles at you gently before mouthing an I love you, you reciprocating the action. Everything in this moment felt so right, so perfect.

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“You’re coming over for dinner on Wednesday, right?” Ginny confirms with you as Harry helps her into her coat, baby Lily on Ginny’s hip.

Everyone had come over for Sunday dinner at you and Fred’s house, like every other week. But as the years went by, the dinner guest list had changed and adapted to include more people. Harry and Ginny’s first child as well as Ron and Hermione’s first child became a part of the guest list along with Angelina as she was now engaged to George. It was always something to look forward to at the end of the weekend, having family over. Not to mention, Daisy was obsessed with her cousins. 

“Of course. I don’t think Daisy would let us miss it,” you tell Ginny as you kiss Harry and Ginny goodbye. “Dee! Come say goodbye Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry!” you call out to your daughter who is still running around with James, Albus, Rose, and Hugo. 

Daisy, now three years old, whines, “I don’t want to say goodbye, Mummy!” She stomps her foot in protest and folds her arms in protest. Daisy loved every moment she spent with her family which only made you and Fred happier. Family was so important to the two of you and the fact that her best friends where her cousins always warmed your hearts. 

You smiled at your daughter and replied, “I know, darling. But you’ll see everyone again on Wednesday when we visit Aunt Gin and Uncle Harry’s house.”

Ginny chimes in, “And when you come over, I’ll let you wear my quidditch gloves like last time. How does that sound?”

Daisy’s face lights up and she immediately runs over to Ginny and hugs her legs as Ginny scoops her up and peppers her face with kisses as Daisy laughs wildly. Daisy looked up to Ginny. She always told you and Fred how much she wanted to be like her and play quidditch and fly around on a broom and win all of the games. She even started to demand being called by her middle name and not her first name, but you compromised with Daisy Gin.

Ginny places Daisy back down before calling out, “Alright, Potters! Let’s get a move on. You boys both need a bath,” she huffs when she sees chocolate smeared over both of her boy’s faces as they giggle wildly, running to Harry as he scoops up Albus and sets him on his hip. “Maybe if Uncle Fred didn’t let you eat half of the sweets bin, you wouldn’t need a third bath today,” she speaks, ruffling her hands in James’ hair, giving Fred the stink eye.

“Cool uncles let their cool nephews eat a bit of chocolate now and again, isn’t that right, James?” Fred asks, James fist bumping him in response with a wide grin. 

The Potters leave the house with a final round of goodbyes and kisses before Ron and Hermione follow suit, putting on jackets. Hermione bundles Hugo up in his rain boots and rain coat as Rose appears at your feet. “Auntie (Y/N), can Daisy and I have a sleepover again?” she asks, batting her eyes at you with the most devious smile she could conjure up.

Ron rubs his face, “Sweet Merlin, Rose, you are trouble with a capital t.”

You laugh and give Rose a kiss on her forehead, “Of course we can. How about next week you can sleepover here and we can go pancakes in the morning like last time?” Rose’s eyes widen as she and Daisy squeal with excitement. 

“Come on, darling,” Hermione calls over to Rose, holding her hand out for Rose to take. “Thanks again, dinner was delicious, (Y/N),” Hermione kisses your cheek goodbye. 

“Don’t mention it,” you speak. “We’re still on for drinks with Luna on Friday, right?” you ask as she nods excitedly. “Brilliant. That means cool uncle and cool dad are in charge of the kids,” you beam before giving Ron and hug goodbye.

Ron laughs, “Coolest uncle. I’ve been promoted.” You chuckle before waving goodbye to Ron, Hermione, and the kids. This just left George and Angelina which was always the toughest part of the night.

George slips on his coat as Angelina follows, before he calls out. “Alright, my flower,” he speaks. “Hit me with your best one.” He holds out his arms as Daisy giggles, running into his arms and throws her arms around his neck as George picks her up and swings her around, making Daisy squeal. “Oh, Uncle Georgie loves you so much,” he kisses her cheeks before blowing fart noises in her neck, making her laugh even harder. “I’ve got a proposal for you, my darling. How about little Daisy here helps up open up the shop next Saturday? Teach her about the family business?” he tickles her sides as Daisy giggles, Angelina watching her fiancé lovingly as he entertains the child with ease. “What do you say, (Y/N)? Dad will be there to make sure Uncle George doesn’t corrupt the child,” he teases as you roll your eyes.

You sigh and look at your husband and brother in law. “Yeah, alright,” you comply as Daisy cheers while George spins her around in victory. “Only if that means Angie and I get to have a night out on Saturday.”

Angelina laughs in agreement. “Absolutely. And it’s you lot’s treat,” she adds as you smile before giving her a hug and kiss goodbye. “I’ll see you soon, (Y/N). Thank you again for dinner.”

You watch as George dances around with Daisy, her smiling widely. George was a brilliant uncle and godfather. He was always willing to drop anything when you or Fred needed some help with her. Not to mention, he never minded playing babysitter when you and Fred needed a night alone. 

Fred sighed, “Alright, Daisy Gin, time for a bath and bed. You’ve had a long day.”

“No!” she protests, wrapping her arms tighter around George’s neck, pressing her cheek against his as George laughs. 

Fred pretends to gasp, “What do you mean no?”

“Uncle Georgie stays with me!” she demands. “And Auntie Angie!” 

Fred’s heart swells at how much his young daughter loved his twin and his soon to be wife. “I know you want them to stay, my petal, but it’s time for bed. Besides, we’ll see Uncle George and Auntie Angie on Wednesday,” he tells your three year old as she pouts.

George speaks, “Hey, don’t be upset. That’s very soon. And besides, next time I see you, I’ll have a surprise...” This makes Daisy’s eyes light up with joy and clap her hands. “I’ll see you soon, okay? I love you bunches.”

“Love you,” Daisy smiles in her tiny voice as George places a kiss to her cheek, Angelina placing another kiss to her opposite cheek, making Daisy giggle. Daisy is handed off to Fred as the last couple leaves with another round of hugs and kisses.

“Get home safe! And be careful on the roads! It’s supposed to storm tonight!” Fred calls out as George and Angelina hop into their car with another wave. Fred closes the door with a sigh. Now it was just you, him, and Daisy. “Alright, you,” he teases Daisy who smiles. “I think it’s time for you to take a bath,” he scoops your daughter up into his arms, taking one of her bare feet in his hand, lifting it up to his nose. He feigns disgust. “Those stink, Daisy Gin!” he exclaims as Daisy giggles. “Mummy, we’ve got a 2342! Stinky feet!”

You gasp, “A 2342?!” Daisy laughs louder. “Get her in the bath! Stat!”

With that, Fred runs up the stairs and to the bathroom as Daisy shrieks with delight as you can’t help but chuckle. Even the simplest things Fred made fun. Each day with Fred as the father of your child was an adventure. He made the simple days extraordinary and the extraordinary days out of this world. He was the center of Daisy’s world; that baby girl loved her father more than anything. Sometimes it made you a little jealous, how much she adored Fred, but you couldn’t stay mad for too long. It was just so damned adorable how she stared up at Fred with so much idolization. 

From your bedroom, you could hear Fred and Daisy sing nursery rhymes in the bath, Fred doing silly voices which only made Daisy giggle. The sang, they counted, talked about animals, and colors. Each babbling conversation made your heart swell with love. 

“Mummy!” you hear Daisy call from her bedroom. 

“Coming, my peanut!” 

You walked down the hall and into Daisy’s room, decorated in white and yellow flowers on the walls with a bookcase filled with books and toys, and her small bed with sheets adorned with Holyhead Harpies sheets as per Daisy’s request. She sat on the bed, wrapped in her towel, waiting for you to change her into pajamas. It was your favorite part of the day.

You smiled at your daughter with freshly washed hair, wrapped in a green towel. “There’s my flower,” you smiled as Daisy kicked her legs excitedly. “What pajamas are we wearing tonight? Your Harpies pajamas are in the wash, but you have your daisy pajamas from Uncle Neville and your rainbow pajamas from Auntie Luna.” Daisy thinks for a moment before requesting her daisy pajamas from Neville. 

As you change your daughter into fresh pajamas, you listen to her babble about how much fun she had with her cousins and how she couldn’t wait for Wednesday. You smiled to yourself, still wondering how you were so lucky to get the sweetest, most darling little girl in the world as your daughter. You brushed her hair gently before plaiting her red hair that matched Fred’s into two pigtail plaits. Daisy smiled at herself in the mirror as you peppered her right cheek with kisses making her giggle. “I love you, Daisy Gin,” you tell her.

“I love you, Mummy,” she bats her eyelashes, looking up at you with those big chocolate brown eyes that so resembled Fred’s. All of Daisy reminded you of Fred. From her hair to her eyes to the way she spoke, it was all so Fred which only made you love your little tike more fiercely. 

You carried her back to bed, tucking her in her sheets before calling out for Fred. Within seconds, Fred appeared with a smile on his face. “Bedtime for my princess,” he smiles before kneeling next to you at her bedside. “Goodnight, my baby,” he kisses her forehead as Daisy closes her eyes with a smile.

“I’m not a baby!” she protests. “I’m a big girl! Like Auntie Ginny!” 

Fred smiles as you laugh. “Oh, pardon me! Goodnight, my big girl,” he corrects himself as you lean over and give your baby a kiss on the forehead. 

You run your finger through the loose strands of hair that are wispy around her face. “Sweet dreams, my girl,” you speak softly.

“Goodnight, Mummy,” she speaks sweetly, enough to make your heart burst. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she coos at Fred who smiles.

The two of you shut the lights and shut the door gently. You and Fred make your way into your bedroom, getting ready for bed yourselves. As Fred shuts the door behind him, you feel his arms wrap around your waist as you sigh. He presses a trial of kisses up your neck as you smile. “She’s getting so big,” you whine, turning around and facing Fred. He places a chaste kiss to your lips.

Fred sighs. It was true. Daisy was growing up way too fast for your liking. It was exciting, watching her become her own person. But at the same time, you loved her at this age. How small and confident she was. How she thought she was so in control. It was adorable. “I don’t like thinking about it too much,” he confesses. “But...” he trails off before starting to unbutton the buttons of your shirt. “We could prevent that...if we had another...” he suggests as you smirk. “It’s been nearly three years. Don’t you think we deserve another one?” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Another baby to keep Daisy company...”

You shake your head, “Fred Weasley, you are relentless.” You press a kiss to his lips and Fred deepens it, kissing you slowly and tenderly as you gently moan into his mouth. He smirks as he pushes the shirt you wear off your body. Quickly pulling away, you look at him. “Are you sure she’s asleep already? I don’t need our daughter walking in on a situation neither of us want to explain to a three year old,” you tell him.

Fred huffs before kissing you again, mumbling against your lips. “I’m sure.” You give him a knowing look as he groans, “Fine. I’ll lock the door. But you better get your ass in that bed.”

You giggle as Fred runs to the door, locking it as you crawl into the bed, a little too excited.

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A few hours later, you and Fred are fast asleep, Fred shirtless, arm draped around your torso as you wear his shirt to sleep. The sounds of rain hitting the window sound through the master bedroom, the occasional rumble of thunder here and there. To you and Fred, the rain always helped you sleep, but the youngest Weasley disagreed.

Slowly, the bedroom door creaked open further. She held onto her hippogriff plushie tightly, eyes full of worry. “Mummy?” she quietly asked into the room as you stirred in your sleep, slowly recognizing the voice. “Mummy? Daddy?” she called out again.

You woke up, sitting up straight to see your baby girl standing in the door way, fear in her eyes as she clung onto her plushie. Thunder rumbled outside as Daisy gasped, scared of the noise. “Daisy? Baby, what’s wrong, petal?” you asks, sleep laced in your voice.

She ran to the side of the bed as lightning flashed, you scooping her up in your arms as she held onto you tight, shivering lightly. Sadness coursed through your body as you realized your baby was afraid of the storm that was outside. “Aw, my flower,” you cooed as you rocked her back and forth, her sniffling into your chest. “It’s okay, my love,” you speak, kissing her head.

Fred rubs his eyes and realizing that his daughter was crying into his wife’s chest. Panic rises in Fred’s voice, “Is she alright? Do I need to call a Healer? Muggle doctor?” 

You shake your head no. “Our little Daisy Gin is afraid of the storm,” you whisper to Fred who nods his head. “It’s alright, baby. Mummy and Daddy are here,” you flip yourself around so Daisy can see her father. “See? We’re here, petal. Everything is alright.”

Daisy sniffles as she looks at Fred and gives him a timid wave. Fred smiles sadly at his princess and speaks, “Hello, flower. The rain woke you up, huh?” Daisy nods her head. “Bloody rain. Should I yell at the rain? And tell it to stop bothering us?” he asks, still groggy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

Daisy giggles and nods her head as Fred rises from the bed and walks over to the window, opening it up mid-storm despite your protests. He sticks his head out of the window and screams out, “Hey! Rain! Go away!” 

Your daughter laughs madly in your arms as you can’t help but chuckle. Surely the neighbors think you have lost your minds. Fred shuts the window and climbs back into bed as you and Daisy’s laughter fades. However, the laughter is replaced with another shriek from Daisy as lightning strikes and thunder rumbles. She retreats further into your chest as you rub her back, kissing her head. 

An idea pops into Fred’s head as he opens his arms for Daisy to curl into. He clears his throat and starts, “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it’s cold outside, I’ve got the month of May.” Your heart instantly melts at the sound of Fred singing to your daughter like he did the day she was born in the hospital three years ago. “I guess you’d say what can make me feel this way, my girl,” he sings as he looks to you to join him.

“Talkin’ ‘bout my girl,” you join Fred as the three of you lay in the bed, Daisy cuddled in between the two of you, her sniffles fading. You continue to sing until her eyes start to flutter close and her mouth emits small snores. Slowly, you fade out as she is soundly asleep. Fred brushes his little girl’s hair out of her face with a soft smile. You are too occupied looking at Fred and how he stares at your daughter, your heart racing. As if he couldn’t be a better dad.

Fred looks at you with a smile. “I love you,” you tell him with a small shake of your head. “I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more, my dear,” he speaks before placing a kiss on the tip of your nose. “You’re my world. The two of you complete me. My girls.”

With that, you and Fred cuddle up to your sleeping daughter, falling asleep to the sounds of the rain.

[spitdrunken]

hi 😳 its disc anon here again...amd im having thoughts.

imagine giving ingo an aphrodisiac before his shift (consensually ofc because i personally am not into noncon) and hes just a wreck.. he's only halfway through his shift and on break hes just so desperate that he goes to the bathroom and tries so so hard to cum but he just cant without you...hes near sobbing and hes soaked but he cant cum! he calls you, too needy and desperate to function and so you pick him up and make some bullshit excuse that hes sick or smn and go home to fuck him...

ingo is completely gone, a mess of whines and moans, face utterly debauched and stained with tears as you make him cum over and over and over, clit so so sore but that just makes him feel even better...you end up fucking him w a vibrating dildo and maybe he lets his breeding kink slip out a little...anyways he cums so so much, squirting nearly every time bc ingo is absolutely a squirter, amd hes just so fucked out.

anyways you fuck him thru the whole night (and morning too 😏) bc the aphrodisiac mixed w his already high libido basically made him like a bitch in heat -📀

TOP TIER TOP TIER TOP TIER this got so long im sure you don’t mind but LKASLKDJLSKDFJ ur tapping into my brain right now genuinely

Ingo knew this was never going to work out well, but the idea had just been so terribly exciting to him that he couldn’t let it go! He even packed three clean pairs of underwear to change into, but he was through all of them before his lunch break. The aphrodisiac had his brain all fuzzy, and he was dripping constantly. During the morning, he didn’t have to battle trainers and was just making sure the railway system was functioning correctly, which he was glad for. He was in no state to battle anyone. 

Even before his break, he’s so horny he isn’t doing his job as well as he ought to be. As he sits behind his desk, he has his legs spread wide open as he grinds against the seat, trying to angle his hips just right oh please please please- He’s panting, eyes unfocused, drool dripping down on his paperwork. And then someone walks in, and he practically jumps off his chair. It rides backwards on its wheels until it knocks into the wall. Humiliating, to say the least. 

He’s so wet he can shove two fingers inside him with ease, immediately curling them and finding the sweet spot inside of him. It keeps building and building until he’s sure he’s going to cum, but nothing just happens! Ingo can’t shove himself over the edge!! He’s practically sobbing already, wrist aching from the uncomfortable position he’s forcing it in. First, he tries to listen to some of your voicemails to see if that helps, but all it does is make him realise what he really needs:

You. He needs you so, so badly. More than anything. 

Ingo calls you, and you think something terrible has happened first, because he’s sobbing so hard he can barely speak. His hands are even shaking so badly that he drops the phone once. The whole time, his fingers are still eagerly working away at himself, just trying to dip into the sweet release that will finally calm him down, but failing.

“Ingo? Please, take a few deep breaths. I don’t get what you’re saying at all.” On the other end of the line, you hear your boyfriend trying to follow your instructions, deeply in- and exhaling shuddering breaths. Obviously, you’re aware he’s under the influence of aphrodisiacs right now, but he sounds so distraught that you’re worried. Did someone figure out what he was on, or something?”

“P-please... Please come get me...” It’s all you can make out before he bursts into sobs again. You don’t respond to give him some time to calm down, but as he quiets down a bit you swear you can hear slick noises in the background, like he’s fucking himself on his fingers. And just like that: “I... I can’t do this... Can’t cum...”

When you get to Gear Station, you find himself still in the bathroom, fingering himself. He unlocked the door, just for you. His face is a deep red and is slick with tears and sweat, dripping so much that there’s a little puddle of slick on the lid underneath him. Ingo just whines your name and spreads his legs even wider, so you put your hands on the inside of your thighs. You take one lick at his sensitive clit, and he wails. But when you put your lips around it and suck, he cums instantly. He’d be screaming if you didn’t stuff some of your fingers in his half-open mouth, and still you can only hope no one heard.

He’s completely boneless after that. You can take his fingers out of him and suck them off without protest. Ingo needs a few minutes to recover, hazy eyes staring up at the ceiling as he has the tiniest smile on his face. His legs are trembling and you have to help him up. He’s leaning half of his weight on you as he walks. There’s no need to make up an excuse for why he’s going home: To any random observer, Ingo looks like he’s running a high fever and absolutely needs to go home. One of his coworkers even calls the two of you a taxi to bring you home! Thankfully, because you got him off once already, Ingo can at least last that long.

But he’s pawing at you as soon as the door closes behind you, giving you sloppy kisses while pulling at your clothes. The whole time, he’s grinding against you. When you try to tell him you should at least go to the bedroom, he whines, like the 10 seconds of walking would kill him. I guess I won’t be able to fuck you open on my cock, then. You end up telling him, and suddenly, he’s much more eager to make his way there! How surprising!!

You dive in between his legs and eat him out until your jaw is sore. Ingo is left only making the most garbled, incomprehensible noises. But every time you pull away, his hands find the back of your head, and he’s pushing you back down. It’s only when you put the toy into him and turn it on, that he’s getting impossibly louder again. At your first thrust, his mouth hangs open in a silent scream, but then there’s an endless stream of moans flowing from his mouth. He’s too exhausted to meet your movements, but that doesn’t make his enthusiasm any less obvious.

Slick, wet noises ring out with each of your movements, and you can see him squirt with each orgasm. You’re both sweaty and exhausted. Eventually, you end up collapsing on top of him while you catch your breath, your cock still vibrating inside of him as he begs for more. Ingo collects the last bits of his energy to grind against you, garnering enough thought to form a full sentence:

“Pleasepleaseplease... F-fill me up again... I want your cum inside me so... so much...” 

You hold onto him while you’re on the verge of passing out and sleeping, shallowly grinding your cock into him as he moans in delight, left completely and utterly wrecked.

...When you wake up the next morning, it’s to Ingo having turned you around and already getting himself busy riding your strap. As soon as he notices you’re awake, he apologises, but he makes no move at all to stop himself. 

[hansolmates]

remote learning (m)

summary; working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two. pairing; neighbor!jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; fluff, humor, slightly insecure mc, this is pure FILTH—use of a remote controlled vibrator, do not and i repeat DO NOT try foreplay during a zoom call in the event u get fired im not responsible, phone sex, jungkook’s a meanie in control, cum eating, doggy, and topping it off with some sweet missionary bc jk has purty eyes, unprotected (wrap the pickle before u tickle folks) excessive use of the petname [redacted] w/c; 5.7k a/n; this fic manifested bc of work. and i!! am!! frustrated!! i think we all need a lil jk relief so here it goes! as always ty to @chillingtae​ / @eerieedits​ for this FANTASTIC fic banner, please go check vivi out if u have taste okok part 2: distance learning drabbles; 01

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“Tomorrow morning, same time at 9AM. Remember to have your reports alphabetized and itemized,” your supervisor says, but the only thing you can focus on is the abnormal amount of bonsai plants in his living room. 

“Alright now it’s time for the union to talk COVID protocol,” you frown when Mr. Kim moves ownership of the Zoom call to your union rep, who pulls up a Powerpoint. You feel your eyes burn at the sight: an itinerary containing over thirty-eight slides. 

“For fuck’s sake—” 

You so desperately want to turn off the camera and flop in your bed. Since working remotely you haven’t been operating in the most ideal of workspaces. You live in a one-room apartment with a communal kitchen downstairs, so you really only have four square meters to stretch your limbs around between breaks. You’ve pushed your bed aside and shoved an office chair between the bed and the wall, leaving you to squirm between ten centimeters of space. You have no desk because well, the little rectangle space is prioritized for your portable stove and meals. 

The meeting drones on for another hour, until your brain melts to liquid and your limbs feel like Jell-O. Furthering your anxiety as they talk about protocol that never ends up happening, delays that continue to pile up, and the anger that’s been bubbling between the higher ups and little goldfish employees like you. 

When you finally shut off the camera and fling your laptop under the bed, you still feel unsettled. Probably because your work life and home life have merged together, and it’s hard for you to separate work and pleasure. 

Speaking of pleasure. 

Your hand blindly reaches under your bed, looking for the pretty pink oval you purchased last week. Cleaned and ready to use, the little remote-controlled vibrator sits plainly in your palm. 

Needless to stay you’ve been in a bit of a dry spot these past few months. With a fear to go out and meet someone new, you’ve been left with yourself and your fantasies. That’s fine, but lately your old vibrator isn’t cutting it. It’s unfortunate, you think you’re messing up your libido by buying toy after toy, but you’re horny and lonely. 

Linking your phone’s app to the remote, you ignore the messages that have been beeping your feed since early morning. 

[11:21] Jeon: let’s do lunch! 

[11:23] Jeon: hehe i feel like i belong in mean girls. Do lunch💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️💁🏻‍♀️

[2:20] Jeon: u loozer. Come eat dinner with us upstairs @6

[2:24] Jeon: dropping off a snack for u 

Another element of feeling horny and lonely? Jeon Jungkook. 

You two shouldn’t have even met each other. You live off crumbs on the first floor while he and his roommates are livin’ it up on top in the penthouse. One day a few months ago he crashed into you while working out, having run up and down the whole flight of stairs at least three times before deciding to collapse on you between the second and first floor. 

Despite the black mask that hugged his sharp jawline, you had felt nothing but attractiveness ooze off of him. Under his hoodie was nothing but curved muscle. He smelled so soft and sweet despite the fact that he was damp with sweat. 

The rest is history. After that day he seemed to show up everywhere, jogging more prominently on your floor and doing exercises at your level’s gym. He says he likes you, likes your company. He’s wormed his way intermittently, whether he’s seeing you struggle with an armful of groceries or when he hears you screaming over an Among Us match (according to Jungkook, the walls are thinner on the bottom floors.) 

The idea of Jungkook doting on you doubly frustrates you. He seemingly appears as the perfect man, unaffected by the stresses of the world. Jungkook’s job lets him work from home anyway, and he definitely had enough room in the penthouse for his own office. He works out, probably has a girlfriend and enough friends for you to gradually phase out of this weird neighbor interest. 

So you ignore his seemingly harmless messages, focusing on getting the settings right on the vibrator. You feel your pussy jolt a little in excitement, watching the silver and pearl pink oval shake in your grasp. You smile a bit to yourself, immediately finding your iPad for your favorite videos and some pillows to support your back. 

Half an hour later however, that excitement soon goes sour. 

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, frustrated tears streaming down your face, “fuck fuck fuck!” 

This isn’t a set of explicatives out of pleasure, unfortunately. 

No matter what you do, you won’t cum. You can’t cum. Barely wet, hardly a drop glossing your folds. You don’t even want to bother getting out the lube at this point because you are so disappointed. 

The vibrator is going at the highest setting, one that your neighbors can probably hear if they were home at this time of the day. You cease to care at this point, because the job is undone because you haven’t come undone. 

You don’t know why this is happening. Maybe it’s because you’ve had the liberty to touch yourself in complete silence, now that your neighbors have been confined to their homes indefinitely. Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve relied only on your touch, that your body is tired of the monotony and needs more.

You bang the heels of your feet against your flimsy mattress, feeling whiny and utterly dissatisfied. Pulling the vibrator from your clit, you glare at the infuriating toy.

“You’re supposed to be helping me out of my dry spell,” you chastise, throwing the toy across the bed, sliding onto the carpet, “I get you’re not Jeon’s dick, but you gotta help a sister out.” 

With a sigh, you fall into a bout of exhaustion. Not from a round of orgasms, but from the week’s stress and no way to let it out. 

You wake up bleary and disoriented, practically melding through the mattress. The sky is pink and blue, washed in a sea of corals and purples. It comes from the incessant banging. 

“Stop it,” you whine more to yourself than whoever dares to disturb your sleep, pulling up your panties and a pair of navy dolphin-trim shorts. “Whoever you are I’m comin’ so stop!” 

Swinging the door open in two strides you’re met with a chipper Jeon Jungkook; looking all cute and sweet in his big hoodie and smelling like a rosebud. 

“It’s 6:30,” he narrows his eyes playfully at you, “dinner’s in the oven.” 

“You left your oven on,” you deadpan, turning around to grimace at the mess that’s your one-room apartment. 

“Yes, so we have exactly ten minutes before my kitchen explodes in flames,” Jungkook chirps, closing the door behind you. 

You don’t even bother to tell him to excuse the mess, ignore the pile of bras hanging on your vanity and the unpacked groceries that sit at the edge of your mini-fridge. It’s far too late to salvage your dignity and Jungkook’s too damn polite to call you out on your state of slob. Although, as you pull out a bottle of wine tucked in the back of your fridge you blurt, “I can hear your fingers tingling to clean up my mess.” 

When you turn around Jungkook stuffs his hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie, supposedly to stop himself from cleaning up. With a pout he says, “Can’t help it, Jimin says I’m currently manifesting a strong display of Virgo energy this month. Whatever that means.” 

Jabbing your feet in a pair of slides you follow Jungkook out the door. The hallways are quiet and barren, yet the silence isn’t suffocating as you two pile into the elevator. Jungkook opens the keypad underneath the regular boring buttons, revealing a sleek little set of light-up buttons that have the code to the penthouse. Faaaannnnccy. 

“Tryna look?” he jokes, cupping his hands to block your vision. 

You scoff, “I’m sure it’s something easy like 0000.” 

“You’re wrong. It’s 1234,” he replies cheekily. 

The door dings open and you’re met with yet another door. Jungkook presses his thumb to the biometric scanner, and a pleasant ringer tings in response. 

The penthouse smells like a mix of tonight’s dinner, savory, combined with a cinnamon apple candle. Jungkook is a fan of scented candles, ever since he got a whiff of your lavender vanilla burner. 

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, more out of your own anxiousness than anything. Taehyung’s  your buffer, the hyper roommate being someone to distract you from Jungkook’s incessant aura. 

“Dunno,” he shrugs, flicking on the oven light to peer inside. You see the telltale signs of a mean lasagna, the shredded cheese on top crisping to a delicious-looking golden brown, “anyway, you’re my friend first.” 

As grotesque as it sounds, Jungkook always finds his way to worm his way under your skin and find homage there. “Possessive much?” you quirk a brow, folding your arms over your chest even though there’s nothing to hide. 

“What can I say,” Jungkook’s legs stretch out as he squats down to your level, “I really fell for you.” 

“Gross,” you try to convince yourself, ignoring the thudding in your chest, “you technically fell on me, weirdo.” 

Dinner is a quick affair. He cuts slices of lasagna and brings it to the couch, where you’re pouring glasses of wine in crystal glasses. They’re so clean and shiny you can see your reflection in the gold liquid. You grimace at the bottle, normally this would be poured in a mug or your sippy cup, tonight your liquid’s getting a high-end pour. 

You two pull up an old anime to fill up the room, but most of it is spent in playful banter. Jungkook prattles on about his day, showing you all the cool updates he’s achieved during work. An app developer. A very on-brand, lucrative job for him. You love your job but it isn’t nearly as exciting as Jungkook’s, so you just let yourself be supportive and ask questions when needed. 

When the subject of you comes up, you shake your head and stuff your face with another cut of al dente pasta.

“Not interestin’ Jeon,” you mumble, groaning at how delicious his cooking is. What can’t he do? “Is this oregano? Is the secret ingredient toasted oregano—” 

“You’re deflecting.” 

Your shoulders slump, “I’m not very interesting, I tell you everything I do during the week and nothing has changed since March.” 

“Oh, not everything,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. You furrow your brows as his hands stuff themselves in his hoodie pocket. Is he upset you won’t tell him about your work stress? “And you’re very interesting, I’ll have you know.” 

“Yeah?” a small smile tugs on your lips. You sink further into his cottonball of a couch, feeling utterly soft and meldable at his words.

“Very,” Jungkook gets up from the couch, looking down at you, “want something sweet?” 

The prospect of dessert has you excited. Jungkook really is the perfect man, so kind and knows exactly when you’re craving something for your sweet tooth. You move to get up, only for you to sink further between the two large cushions of the loveseat. “Help me, ’m stuck,” you pout.

Jungkook giggles, and holds out his palm, “Hand,” he says simply.

You immediately reach for his larger palm, and you gasp when you feel something cold and soft touch your palm. As if you’ve been burned, you tug your hand back. But Jungkook’s hand is massive, the large ink-painted palm curling around your own, and it’s almost painful the way he clutches your hand so fiercely. 

When he’s sure you’re not going to drop it, he releases your hand. 

Nestled in your palm, is the new vibrator you left on the carpet this afternoon.

“Jeon,” you laugh tonelessly, hating the way Jungkook’s neutral expression mocks you, “you found my USB? Thanks, I know—” 

“Know that you’re having a hard time coming?” Carefully extracting your plate from your lap, he places it on the coffee table before Jungkook cages you between the couch. You shrink further into the plush seat, “I tried being a good neighbor, but you didn’t answer my texts. I heard you when I tried dropping off some snacks before dinner. Didn’t know you were into toys.” 

“Oh, c’mon Jeon. It’s 2020 and we’re confined,” well, in this scenario you’re confined, “everyone has a sex toy.” 

“Hm, I don’t have one,” Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek, pretending to be deep in thought, “so, can you be my toy?” 

Fuck. 

It’s then that you feel the tell-tale signs of arousal. Your eyes widen, innocently surprised at the fact that Jeon Jungkook contained so much power in so few words. You snap your legs shut immediately, sealing any possibility of you dripping down your panties. 

“I heard how disappointed you were, doll,” his arms have no problems as he bends down so he’s eye-level with your crotch, “it was pathetic, really. You couldn’t even cum on your own? You need someone to help you?” 

“N-no,” you cross your arms defensively, frowning, “you–you’re being mean, Jeon.”

“And what, you’re gonna cry about it?” Jungkook smirks, now sitting on his knees. His hands run over the velvety fabric of the couch, making a beeline for your thighs. Gooseflesh rises to the surface, and he immediately presses down to iron out the little bumps that travel across your skin, “I do wanna make you cry, but not because you can’t cum. You’ll cry because of how good I’m gonna make you feel.” 

You gape, clutching the vibrator in your hand. 

A little bit of your sweet, cute Jungkook resurfaces, softening when he notices your lack of response, “If you’ll let me, of course.” 

You finally drag the words from your throat, “I-it’s been a long time since I’ve… been with someone.” 

He tilts his head, “Same here. I just figured we could break that spell together.” 

What are you going to say? No? A dishonor to your sexuality, that would be. Jungkook’s offering himself up on a silver platter, and even though you do wish it was a little more you’ll take the sex. 

You nod, forgetting to speak again. Jungkook chuckles. 

“I want to hear you say it, doll.” 

Doll. Like you’re his little fucktoy, malleable and bendable to all his whims. Fuck, why is that so hot to you? “Yes, I want to have sex with you,” you declare, your voice sounding more breathy than confident, “a-and, you can be mean. If you want.” 

His thumbs press little light indents in your skin, over and over as if fascinated by the way your skin is so soft and gummy in his grip. “Okay,” Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to pull out his phone, jabbing a few things that you don’t see, “let’s do a little test drive, then.” 

In seconds, the little egg vibrates in your touch. He puts it on the lowest setting, a soft buzz echoing in the large living room, then at a bruising pace that forces you to curl your fingers around it otherwise it’d fall. Your eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s, who’s focusing entirely on the way the pink and silver egg moves, dilated in interest. 

“Fuck, and you thought this thing was broken?” he asks, taking it out of your palm and turning off the app. 

“Maybe I’m the broken one,” you admit softly, wringing your shirt. 

Silence seeps. Jungkook looks at you, brows furrowed as if he’s annoyed. “Don’t ever say that,” when you don’t respond, he grabs your chin, and you gasp when he forces you to look at him, “you’re not broken, doll. Everyone’s body is different, and we’re going to discover yours together. Got it?” 

“Y-yes,” you reply immediately, mesmerized by his seriousness. 

“Good,” he slaps the vibrator back in your palm, “and in case you’re wondering, this goes inside.” 

“I know how it works,” you scowl, “but won’t you show me, just in case?” 

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Jungkook gets up for good, piling the dishes in his arms and walking to the sink. You immediately miss his warmth, “but I think patience is a virtue. I have a developer meeting with some clients in America a little bit, actually. So just wait for my call, yeah?” 

You frown, looking down at the vibrator in your hands. How much longer would you have to wait? 

It happens at exactly three in the afternoon the next day, at the start of your staff meeting. You’re so tired of the same information being thrown back and forth, coupled with Brian and Jae having to fight over some mundane subject in the itinerary that no one cares about. For goodness sake, it’s Friday! What else would you possibly need to be meeting about? 

You’re wearing a button-down dress shirt on top, no pants on the bottom. Your bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, antsy. It’s been a long day at work and your back hurts, you’re half tempted to dip out of this meeting and hope no one notices. 

Your phone buzzes on your bed, and you blanch. 

[3:01] Jeon: thanks for waiting, doll. It’s time 

[3:01] Jeon: put it in

Shamelessly, your vibrator sits next to your phone, cleaned and ready to go. 

[3:02] Jeon: need help? Answer my call

Making sure that your Zoom call is muted, you quickly answer the incoming phone call. Jungkook and you say nothing at first, waiting. The phone just ticks with the amount of time passing, one minute, two minutes, and so on. 

Mr. Kim drones unknowingly, “So when we do return to live instruction, expect a strict process when returning. PPE must be enforced so our response team will—” 

“How wet were you last night when you went home?” Jungkook asks languidly, speaking over your boss’ voice. 

Your eyes widen, flickering back and forth between the phone and the camera displaying Mr. Kim’s boring speech. 

“Doll, are you hard of hearing?” 

“N-no,” your lips barely move, eyes glued to the camera and plastering an expressionless face, “I heard you.” 

“Then give me an answer,” he says patiently, “how wet were you?” 

“Very wet.”

“Little more detail.” 

“Soaking wet,” you flush, thankful that your work laptop can only stream in 360p. “I haven’t gotten that wet in such—such a long time. My pussy was practically clinging to my underwear when I washed up that night.” 

A heady, heavy groan resonates through your phone. You feel that voice straight into your panties, jolting the nerves awake. 

“Fuck, you have a way with words, don’t you?” Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “c’mon, touch yourself for me. Swirl your fingers around your clit, slowly.” 

It takes a second for you to position yourself, spreading your legs in a way that your coworkers don’t question why you’re moving so much. A quick scan over all the tired faces says that you’re okay. Shyly, you press your fingers against your clit, doing as he says. 

“Oh,” you say more to yourself than him, feeling the wetness already coating your fingers. This is earlier than usual. 

“What?” 

“I’m already wet,” you say, amazed, “I haven’t gotten wet this quickly in a long time.” 

He scoffs, “If you’re so wet now, shove it in.” 

You frown. You did tell him to be mean. But the idea of him telling you what to do, giving you all the porn-worthy experiences to accomplish has you relenting. Discreetly grabbing the egg from the bed, you bring it down to your panties. Swirling the cold metal around your clit, you coat it in your juices. 

It’s still a little too early to be putting anything in, but you can take it. Slowly relaxing, you slip the little egg in your pussy, wiggling it a little to make sure it’s secure. It’s a strange sort of pressure, and it pokes against your clit from the inside, but you enjoy the stretch. 

“It’s in,” you reply softly. 

“Good.” 

You wait. You listen to Jae make yet another speech about the importance of masks and gloves, and then Brian has to interject and say that gloves are literally useless because they spread germs around no matter what. Even though everyone else is muted, you can practically feel the misery seeping through the screen. For a second you almost forget about Jungkook on the line. Why isn’t Mr. Kim stopping them? This is the thin line stopping you from the weekend, unbelievable! 

“Eep!” you jolt in your cheap seat, the egg buzzing in your pussy. Your hands fly out, gripping the edges of your computer. 

It hits different when Jungkook is in control. Knowing that with a flick of his thumb he can have you careening, whining for more or less depending on how hard he wants you go. Your folds hug the egg, nestling it a fleshy grip as it brushes against your clit the more you squirm. 

“You look so pretty, trying so hard to hold in your moans,” Jungkook says wondrously from the other line. 

“W-what?” you frown, “you can see me?” 

And immediately, you go to your trackpad to fish between the hundred-and-one employees also in this call. At the very end, you see a very simple name with no mic or camera: Jeon JK. He’s here. 

“Worked in IT, doll. Know a thing or two,” he says, “now, tell me. What are you thinking about right now?” 

“Y-you,” you mumble shyly. 

“So,” Mr. Kim finally ends that part of the meeting, thank goodness, “what’s everyone’s plans this weekend? I’m going apple picking with a couple of my friends from college. Hoseok is a bright bean who loves to take long walks—”

What the hell. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat, hyperaware that Jungkook’s watching your every move. You make glossy, stubborn eyes at the camera, trying not to move when he jacks up the vibrator to a higher setting. 

Jae’s of course the next employee to unmute his microphone, “Well, me and the bae are going house hunting…” 

“Fuck!” you cry, moving the computer to the left so you can pretend you’re picking up something. But in fact you're leaning your head against your mattress, frustrated. “I don’t fucking care about your weekend plans, Jae! Shut the fuck up! You wanna know my weekend plans?” Jungkook’s laughing at you from the other line, but it only spurs you on, “my plans are fucking my super hot neighbor! He’s a hundred times more interesting than you and he’s going to make me come a hundred times this weekend—oh fuck!” 

Your fingers latch onto your panties, drawing random squiggles and letters between the fabric. You’re damp, soaked to the core. You need some sort of friction, a reprieve from this hellish week.

“You flatter me, doll,” Jungkook is definitely grinning through the phone, you can practically hear his shit-eating grin, “I think you deserve a reward. As soon as you put the camera back on your pretty face.” 

Quickly, you sit up to put the camera on you again. Once again, the employees are in a daze, listening to whatever the next person gabs about their weekend. Even though you can’t really see it, you’re sure Jungkook has a 1080p camera upstairs that shows off your blotchy face. You moan a little bit, lips closed as the egg buzzes against your pussy lips. 

“You’re so cute, doll,” Jungkook praises, “you look so professional, holding it in. What could I do to make you unravel? Hm, what if you imagined the taste of my cock on your lips? Fuck, I’d love to slap your cute little face with my cock, baby doll–”

“y/n?” Mr. Kim calls your name, and you freeze, “what about you? Any plans this weekend?” 

Jungkook doesn’t sound angry that your boss has inadvertently cut him off. “Answer him, doll. Be a good little employee.” 

Like a zombie, you move towards the unmute button. “I–I uh,” you shake your head, trying to formulate a coherent response, “I’m going on a date this weekend.” 

Jungkook jacks up the vibrator to high, and your legs are shaking. 

“Awh, a date!” Mr. Park unmutes himself, practically shoving the camera in his face, “how much do you like the lucky lad or lady?” 

“I like him uh—ah—” you pretend to think, covering a hand over your mouth to hide the fact that you feel your orgasm fast approaching, “I like him a lot!” you finally blurt, “I’m, uh, really excited to see him.” 

“Best of luck to you,” Mr. Kim says brightly, “so Jimin, any news on those investors you had dinner with this weekend? I heard a lot of positive things…”

You immediately mute your mic, and pretend to lag as you fumble around with the camera. Shoving the laptop to the side once more you groan into your sheets, “Fuck—fuck yes—” you moan, shaking your head as you dip your fingers into your panties. The vibrator still continues at its bruising pace, spurring you to a high you haven’t peaked to in months.

“Good job,” Jungkook says simply, “could barely notice that you have a little helper fiddling around your dripping pussy.”

“J-Jeon,” you cry, “I’m, ’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah?” Jungkook eggs you on, “you’re gonna cum around that cute little vibrator? Gonna soak it in your juices?” 

“W-wish it was your cock I was soaking,” you whisper truthfully, letting your orgasm take you at the thought. Your folds flutter around the vibrator, bringing you to a level of sensitivity you’ve only dreamt of, “Ah, yes, Jeon. It feels s-so good!” 

“Yes baby,” Jungkook groans through the line, “feels good, huh?” 

Mr. Kim interrupts for the last time, “And with that, I think our meeting is adjourned. Have a wonderful weekend! Stay safe and—” 

You slam the laptop shut, grabbing your phone and keys. “I’m going up,” you mutter impatiently, already jabbing your feet in a pair of slippers and locking the door to your apartment behind you. 

“I’m waiting,” he replies, eagerness trimming his voice. 

“Password?” you ask quickly, jabbing the elevator door shut once you step inside. Thank goodness you’re alone, you think as you pull your dress shirt further down your ass. 

“Did you forget already?” he teases, “I told you, it’s 1234.” 

Thankfully, the doors zip you up straight to the penthouse. The connection is always a little spotty in elevators, and you sigh longingly when you feel the buzz jolt and leave it’s momentum, quickly losing its rhythm between your dripping folds. Once you get to the top and the elevator doors open the second door immediately swings open, revealing a soft but aroused-looking Jungkook. He looks fresh from the shower, absolutely radiant and delicious looking. 

You don’t hesitate to run up to him, and Jungkook immediately cups his face in your hands, pressing his lips to yours. 

You’re practically on your tippy-toes, and you squeak against his lips when he hooks his arms around your shoulders, immediately lifting you up. You wrap your legs around his trim waist, not wanting to stop kissing him. He’s like the sweetest ambrosia, a taste you can’t get enough of. 

The connection to your vibrator has resumed, and you can’t help but grind helplessly under Jungkook’s clothed abs as he carries the both of you to his bedroom.

“N-need you to fuck me,” you bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing quick kisses to his jawline, “I want you s-so badly.” 

“Hello to you too,” he husks, shutting the bedroom door with his foot. 

Jungkook drops you unceremoniously, and your limbs splay out on the fresh bedsheets of his feather-soft mattress.

“You look gorgeous like this, doll.” he sighs longingly, a hand going under your buttondown to press against your soaked panties. His hand lingers on the way your pussy moves in tandem with the vibrator. 

“J-Jeon please I can’t take it—” 

“Stop calling me that,” he snaps, hands leaving your skin.

You whine at the loss of contact, “Jeon, no. Jungkook. Kook, my Kook. Please, I need you.” 

That gets him going. His pretty chocolate brown eyes zero in on you, and he immediately shucks off his shirt and sweatpants, “How much do you need me?” he asks, pulling out his phone and pressing some buttons, “how much do you need your Kook?” 

The vibrator stops. You cry out in frustration, unsure if it’s because it’s off or because Jungkook’s taking too damn long. “I need you so much, Kook,” you warble with a pout, moving to undo the top buttons of your dress shirt to reveal your cleavage, “honey, you can have me all you want later today. I want you to slap my face with your dick, edge me until I cry, anything. I’m all yours, I’m your little doll. But please for now, I need to feel you inside me.” 

“Say no more,” his lips latch onto your neck, and you sigh at the skin-to-skin contact. His hand fiddles under your shirt, clutching a breast and slapping it so hard it bounces back and forth, “fuck, you’re so pretty.” 

His hand moves to your plain cotton panties, immediately shucking them off, “doll, you really are dripping,” he’s impressed, surprised when he has to untack the fabric from your glossy legs. He hangs the panties on his wooden headboard, a little ornament for him to jack off to later. 

His fingers brush over your folds, wasting no time to slip the vibrator out. He holds it between your faces, forcing you to stare at the pearly substance that coats the entirety of the egg. “Mm, tasty tasty,” he cooes, pink tongue darting out to lick a long strip across the oval. 

You tug him closer, pressing his lips to yours. He tastes a mixture of his own saliva and your arousal, and you grind helplessly against him. You feel how big his cock is, rock-hard and trying very diligently not to bust. He must have a crazy amount of control, and it drives you nuts. 

“Kook,” you frown, bumping your crotch with his.

“Impatient, good thing I am too,” he shucks off his boxers while you unbutton the rest of your shirt, “knees and hands, doll.” 

You don’t care how or what way he’ll take you. Fuck, he could bend you into an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and you’d comply. 

Arching your back so your ass is in the air, you wiggle around, hoping he’ll take the bait. That’s when you sigh, feeling the tip of his dick brush against your wetness.

“Soaking my cock already, baby,” he says, “you’re so good to me.” 

And finally, finally, he slips in. You don’t even care that it stretches you a little too far and too long, it’s been too damn long since you’ve had decent dick and Jungkooks far more than decent. 

He goes at a quick pace, finally showing how impatient he’s been all this time. Your moans and groans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretches your walls to the brim. You hold a pillow to your chest, feeling woozy at the way his fat cock stretches you out. 

“F-fuck yeah,” the pace is hard, you practically feel it in your belly, and you love it. “You feel so fucking tight, baby,” he’s all up in your ear, kissing the lobe briefly, “I love the way you suck my cock back in.” 

“Kook,” you press your ass back, “harder, please. I’m your little doll, right? Y-you can fuck me however you want, as hard as you want! Please, ah—! Use me!” 

You cry out when he slips from your folds, immediately flipping you on your back. He wastes no time to wet his dick, lifting one leg over his shoulder to have you deeper. This position is far more intimate, and your noses are practically touching as he thrusts into you. 

You can’t believe you’re in bed with Jeon Jungkook. This must be a dream, a really great, really long wet dream. You crumble in his grip, and you lift a shaky hand to run through his thick black strands. 

“Why’d you make me wait so long?” you cry, staring right into his glittering eyes, “why couldn’t you come for me after your call last night?” 

“Why’d I make you wait?” he grits, crushing the flesh between your hip bones so he can have more leverage to pound into you, “why did you make me wait? Since March, I’ve wanted you. I told you I liked you, told you I fell for you.” 

“T-thought it was a joke,” you warble pathetically, breasts bouncing at his relentless rhythm.

“You think th-this is a joke?” for further emphasis, he glides slower, making you feel just how large and thick he is against your folds, “I want you, doll. Y-yeah, fu-fuck. Want to feed you every day, feed you lasagna, feed you with my cum, make you happy.” 

“I—I want that too, Kook,” you’re a pile of pink mush, and you feel your eyes prick from the overwhelming emotions that have washed over both of you. “Sh-shit, Kook. I think, I think I’m gon’ cum again.” 

“Good, you first,” his hand plays figure 8s with your precious pearl, seeping with arousal and coating his cock in delicious lubrication. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum. You’re holding him as tight as you can, nails digging into his shoulders as you clench around his cock. Jungkook cums shortly after, and you keen at the sensitivity when his hot cum coats your walls. “Baby doll,” he exhales, thrusting lazily. The both of you feel your combined arousal drip between the two of you, onto your skin and onto his sheets, “y-you’re amazing.” 

His softened cock slips out of you, and his hands immediately reach over to swirl around the heady cream over your engorged pussy. You moan when he brings his fingers to your lips, “Open, doll.” 

It tastes salty yet sweet, and you suckle around his finger with a cute little pop. Jungkook grins brightly, feeling like he won the lottery. 

“Are my walls that thin?” you pout, pressing closer to him when he pulls the blankets to your chest. 

“Very,” Jungkook nods with a chuckle, tucking the two of you in, “now get some rest, doll. You presented a lot of offers to me earlier, and I intend to go through with them.” 

You smile into his chest, melty and feeling utterly sated. 

[kimnjss]

For the Namjoon Drabbles, can I request a Plot Twist drabble? Slice of domesticity between the couple? Im curious how things are with them now.

“are you just gonna sit there and watch?” the annoyance is heavy in your tone, earning a hearty laugh from your twin, sat with his legs crossed on the couch. he grins as he speaks, long strands of hair shaking as he nods his head. “i’ve never even seen you pick up a broom. i’m witnessing history.” he says through a laugh.

he’s not wrong. cleaning wasn’t exactly something you did regularly, there had always been people for that. the same thing went with cooking so it must’ve been a culture shock to him seeing frantically moving around the kitchen getting dinner together. and his smirk is immediate when he realizes you’ve made one of joon’s favorite meals. rushing to get the house clean before while it cools, he’ll be here any minute.

but that stop the scoff you’re letting out at his words, shooting daggers in his direction. “shut up. when are you leaving?” judging from how comfortable he’s made himself, you can only imagine he has no intention of leaving. “soon.” he says, almost uninterested. “i’m meeting ti-lee in a bit. what time does joon get back?” he’s reaching over to pick at a piece of meat, shoving it into his mouth before you can chastise him for it.

“soon. which is why-“ the sound of the door opening cuts you off and it’s embarrassing the way your heart reacts. joon takes his time at the door, pulling his shoes off and slipping on his house shoes before he’s fully stepping in. wheels of his suitcase rolling against the hardwood and you can’t believe it’s been two whole weeks since you’ve seen him last. and the way his face lights up as he enters the kitchen, lets you know he’s thinking the same. “baby!” you’re letting out a loud squeal, dropping the towel that you’re holding to rush over to him.

he’s quick to pull you into his embrace, accepting the dozen kisses you plant all over his cheeks. his laughter vibrates your chest, strong arms wrapping around your waist. “i missed you too.” he’s saying through a short laugh. he doesn’t hesitate to accept the wet kiss you’re placing on his lips, hands lifting to grip at your waist. his lips taste sweet, a lot like the lip balm you had lost a few days before he left.

with your mouth slotted against his, you’re barely able to speak clearly. but excitement bubbles in your chest and you can’t keep the words from flowing. “i cooked your favorite… and cleaned! hoseok is leaving. i figured you want to eat first… then maybe take a bath? i missed you so much.” you’ve planned out the entire evening and joon finds that adorable, but something in your muffled words stick out to him. and he’s quick to pull back from your lips to peak over your shoulder, cheeks darkening at the sight of your brother sat at the table. watching.

“oh. don’t let me stop you,” he says once he realizes eyes are on him, but is quick to straighten up after catching the glare you’re sending his way. “i’m gonna head out…” he says with a chuckle, standing from his spot and passing the both of you - “welcome back, buddy.” he says before he’s leaving, the sound of the door slamming filling the room. and bringing your attention back up to your man. “are you hungry? should i fix you a plate?”

he’s not at all used to your dotting and it has him thinking maybe he should go on business trips more often. though, he’d miss you too much. you look so pretty bouncing around the kitchen, his shorts bunched up at your waist to keep them from falling and a tiny tank top to show off the new jewelry hanging from your belly button. yeah, three weeks away from you was insane. his hand lands comfortably on your back as you set his food in front of him, tilting his head up toward you with puckered lips. you’re pressing yours against his instantly.

seeing you like this had him ready to head to the nearest jewelry store with every intention of getting down on one knee. with time, though. right now, he’s more concerned with pulling you onto his lap. cheek resting against your back as you take it upon yourself to cut his pork into bite size pieces, babbling on about everything that’s happened to you while he was gone. mostly about work and he loves to hear it, loves that you’ve been happy - despite the fact that you’ve missed him.

you don’t notice the loving look in his eye until you’re turning toward him with a forkful of food, cheeks darkening when you see the hearts he’s sending to you. “what?” you say through a giggle. joon’s smiling big, head shaking as he tightens his grip around your waist. “nothing. i just love you.” your heart flutters as if it’s the first time he’s ever said it, though he doesn’t say it often. more interested in showing you. your lips lift in a soft smile as his wrap around the fork. humming at the taste with a grin, so you have to lean down to press another lips. “and i love you.” you say and you mean it.

[unicornofgt]

ok really excited for a new feature i’m adding to the cores—rumbles.

lemme explain. i’ve had this idea for months and im finally talking abt it, so stay w me for just a sec while i Dinosaur Nerd to walk you through my thought process (also take this explanation w a grain of salt bc i’m obviously not an expert, i just think dinosaurs are Neat)

so t. rex, like other dinosaurs, did not roar, because it did not have a larynx/voice box. and a lack of a larynx isn’t exactly a problem the cores have, but i bring t. rex up bc the scale of the animal is what got me thinking abt the cores. while t. rex didn’t have a larynx, we can gather from crocodiles that they likely could have made very low frequency sounds. now, there have been times where tigers, which have very low frequency rumbles, have caused their prey to literally be paralyzed in place bc of how low the frequency is and it makes them so physically terrified, they cannot will their bodies to move.

picture a 40ft t. rex. instead of announcing itself like in jurassic park, you would feel a t. rex before you saw it. you might not even hear it. can. you. IMAGINE how terrifying that is. within 2-3 miles, you know there is a t. rex but you can’t see it—and if it was Right There—the Effect that would have on you? TERRIFYING. here’s some examples of what we think it might’ve sounded like:

1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

now,, take that 40 ft t. rex, and scale it up to a 100ft giant. picture that. low rumbles, carrying for miles and miles across wide, open wastelands; from a distance, you might not even notice it, but as you get closer, something just doesn’t sit right—you can’t put your finger on it, you just feel panic. unease. as you get even closer, you begin to notice your chest is vibrating. and then, standing before this already very physically intimidating giant, the ground, the objects around you—your entire body, shaking, and it dawns on you the giant is the source of the vibration. not their footsteps—them. they’re making sound. and it’s so intense, so low, your body is rooted right where you stand—you couldn’t move if you wanted, forced to take in the sight in front of you.

it’s just a great sense of scale in the gtms universe—the giants make t. rex noises. i love it. expect more posts abt it bc i’m obsessed

[sailorwritesstuff]

To make up for the VERY SAD FIC I READ LAST NUGHT THAT HAD ME S O B B I N G

can I please get a Mirabel x fem reader

It’s before the movie Where Mirabel brings girlfriend reader over and the family are ignoring her so reader sticks up for her?

first of all...link 👀👀

second of all: sorry this took so long to put out I couldn't figure out how I wanted it to go and I still don't even like how it came out.

I've got your back

Mirabel x fem reader

summary: Mirabel plans to introduce her family to her girlfriend at lunch and she wants nothing more than their approval. too bad they won't give her the time of day long enough to introduce her. but y/n isn't having it.

warnings: reader has a bit of a temper/is protective, I started in third person and switched the first person halfway through so if I missed a "you" somewhere in there sorry. but thats about it.

I'd been into the Madrigal's home before But still every time I entered it was magical, it felt like I was entering a fairy tale. My eyes glance around the wide space as my girlfriend tugged me along telling me about the matching dresses she'd be embroidering in hopes of me wearing one with her to her Mom's birthday party, which was coming up in just a few days.

"So what do you think?" she stared at me, hopefully pausing in her tracks to look back at me. Her eyes were so big and excited I couldn't say no even if I wanted to.

"I think... I'd love to wear anything you'd make for me, dear." I smiled softly at her and she seemed to practically vibrate from the straight forward praise.

"Thank you!" Her eyes went as wide as saucers and she started pulling at you again. "Come on,let's have lunch first! then I want to show you!" my brain registered the blur of lavender coming toward us but before I could warn her she turned around and ran straight into her sister, Isabela.

I winced and scrambled to catch Mirabel as she stumbled and managed to catch her glasses before they could fall in front of Isabela's feet.

"Are you ok?" i checked her over putting her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.

"yeah im fine." Mirabel smiled.

"I'm great too, thanks for asking." Isabela rolled her eyes, shaking her hair off of her shoulder and dusting off her dress in distaste. "watch where you're going Mirabel. you're in the way."

I felt my eye twitch slightly at her rude comment but I didn't want to overstep with her sister. I grabbed ahold of her hand once more and pulled her away as she went to apologize for something that wasn't her fault. "Come on. the kitchen right?"

"y-yeah." in the kitchen sat the rest of her family members. the whole reason I was here.

Mirabel brought me to the table sitting me next to her; nobody seemed to notice our presence. "Excuse me." Mirabel tried to gain her family's attention. The scene before me was truly...pitiful, really. they all talked over her like she wasn't there.

"Abuela i wanted you to meet-"

"Camilo, can you pass the-"

"Hey Dolores can i have-"

After about two minute of it my leg started bouncing in an attempt to keep from remarking but I could feel my annoyance rising. My mind chanting the whole reason i was here to start with. 'make a good impression on her Abuela. make a good impression on her Abuela…' and then another 3 minutes of them cutting off Mirabel finally got me so irritated i couldn't just say silent while they verbally tramped it over her like elephants.

I glanced around the table clearing my throat loudly enough that no one could ignore me. Everyone paused mid conversation to stare at the two of us which made Mirabel fluster.

"Thanks." I frowned. "Mirabel had something to say." Mirabel rested her hand on my leg, a silent reminder to mind my temper in front of her Abuela. "not that you're ones to listen from what I've heard..." I mutter under my breath rolling your eyes but taking Mirabel's hand.

"Hey-" Dolores started "I don't know What you've heard but we listen to Mirabel." she insisted. Shit. I'd forgotten about her hearing, another reason the family had no excuse to ignore her like they did.

"Well we've been sitting here for about 5 minutes now and she's been trying to speak with all of you. sounds to me i heard correctly, Dolores. In fact I haven't seen any of you glance at her." Mirabel's grip tightened on my leg and I remembered to mind my manners. clearing my throat again this time softly. lowering my voice drastically, mumbling a begrudging "Lo sientos, mi princesa."

"And who is this young lady?" The word lady was laced with venom, from the head of the table herself, Alma. Mirabel stiffed nervously and you squeezed her hand

"Abuela, i wanted you to meet Y/n, i told you i wanted you to meet her and you said today. for lunch. i wish it went better" she fumbled awkwardly through her sentence whispering the last part more so to herself before quickly adding in while she had the floor "and Camilo I was wondering if you could pass the water pitcher, and Dolores I really needed the salt." she smiled politely.

Alma didn't look impressed by my presence at all. not that the feeling wasn't mutual. The table sat in awkward silence as I avoided eye contact, with the woman staring into my soul. Both the water and salt were passed our way, and Mirabel removed her hand from my leg to grab them. 'Yeah she definitely isn't going to like me…' soon the conversation picked up, this time some of the family were mindful of including Mirabel as you just listened. "How did you two meet?" was thrown in from somewhere and I feel flustered biting back the urge to groan at the embarrassing story.

When it all came to an end Alma left without a word and I offered to help Julieta clean. the older woman waved me off and said she had it, but thanked me nonetheless.

"Come on," Mirabel grabbed my arm to pull me to her room. "I can show you the dress and we can think of something to make Abuela like you-."

"no." I frown.

"n-no?" she hesitated at the door.

"Listen, if standing up for you makes her not like me. I don't want her to like me." I sigh , resting my hand on her cheek watching her subconsciously lean into the warmth. "You are my main priority in our relationship, ok? I've always got your back."

"...i love you." she gave her goofy slanted smile and I can't help the one that forms on my face as well.

"I love you too. now... show me that dress."

[baroquebucky]

one and only

a/n: hi guys !! this one shot is inspired by this song by cuco ! I hope u all enjoy,, I went overboard again,, pls tell me what u think :] lyrics are in bold !

in which bucky slowly but surely falls for you

word count: 1.9k

masterlist

I hope that you wanna get to know me

Bucky smiled at you from across the coffee shop, both of you stealing glances at each other for the past hour. Finally mustering up some courage and walking to your booth.

"hi" he had breathed out, a smile on his face as you looked at him with wide eyes, a smile quickly breaking across your face.

"hi" you smiled, extending your hand out for him to shake, "y/n."

Bucky shook your hand quickly, pink dusting his cheeks, "I'm bucky."

"do you wanna sit? I can move some stuff so you have some room" you spoke quickly, fumbling as you moved all your homework and notebooks to the side, stacking them on top of each other.

Bucky slid into the booth with a soft smile, quickly striking up a conversation, flirting with you the whole time.

"I have to go soon" you frowned, putting all your stuff away as bucky got up from the booth. He held a hand out, helping you up and paying for both of your drinks and snacks.

"I had a really nice time" bucky flashed you a smile, your ears heating up.

"I- uh yeah I did too" you replied, looking at your feet as the two of you walked out of the coffee shop.

The two of you exchanged numbers, a bashful grin on both of your faces as you parted ways.

"text me when you get home" you had told him out of habit, blushing when you realized you had only met him today.

"I mean you don't have to" you added, fumbling with the string on your backpack.

"only if you do the same" he replied, a smirk on his face as your mouth formed an 'o' shape.

Bucky had texted you first, making your heart flutter. exchanging a few texts that night, bucky decided to get real brave.

I hope we can hang out again soon :)

And sure enough you did, meeting up at his favorite coffee shop only three days later. Getting to know each others interests.

As time passed you and bucky became closer, getting lunch together, texting each other often, having late phone calls almost everyday.

baby hit me up if you get lonely

You and bucky never really opened up to each other, even after one month of your little coffee and lunch dates. And so there you were, staring at your bedroom ceiling with an empty heart, dried tears on your face.

Your phone vibrated next to you, lighting up the room. You let it ring, not having enough energy to pick it up.

Bucky grew worried, you never just left him hanging like that, you always replied with why you didnt pick up within minutes. It had been an hour already.

everything okay ?

your phone buzzed and you looked over, seeing his missed call and texts. Sighing you replied, not wanting to bother him.

yea, just tired

Bucky frowned, his stomach twisting as he read your reply. Thinking for a moment before he texted you once again.

im here if you need me or need anything

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears streaming down your face.

do you think you can come over

your heart was heavy, you were stressed, tired and you wanted someone to tell you it was gonna be okay, instead you were alone in the dark, in an empty apartment with only the sounds of the city keeping you company.

on my way

Bucky was sweet. Bucky was caring and he was everything good in the world. Listening to you as you cried, dumping all your worries out into the air, rubbing your back and handing you tissues, getting you water.

He listened, he reassured you and he helped you through it, never being pushy and always reminding you that you were strong enough to get through it.

"and if im not?" you had whispered, looking at the floor with teary eyes.

"then im here to fight for you."

I know im not confused, my feelings here are true

Bucky opened up to you a few nights later, after ignoring your texts all day you showed up at his apartment, snacks in one hand and coffee in the other.

You listened to him vent, letting out all he had bottled up, all his guilt, his regret, his pain, everything.

You didnt judge him, you just got up, sat closer to him and hugged him, holding him tightly. Bucky relaxed in your arms, burying his face in your shoulder and letting himself cry, allowing himself to be vulnerable for once.

You woke up in each others arms the next morning, blushing when you both realized.

Bucky was red, you were about to start sweating, telling him you were gonna head home and would text him when you arrived.

After that he found himself more nervous around you, butterflies when he saw you. For the first time in decades he found himself styling his hair more and putting effort into his outfits.

on gloomy days like these wishing you were next to me

You sat on your couch alone, rain hitting your window steadily. You sent a text to bucky, asking him when he would be back from a mission he got dragged along. He replied quicker than you expected, your heart beating a little faster.

just a couple more days :)

okay hurry back safe I miss u :/

Bucky choked on his own spit at your text, Sam looking at him as if he was insane. Bucky ignored him, replying to your message

I miss you too dollface

You read the text over, squealing and jumping around at the pet name, face hot and stomach fluttering.

when im feeling puzzled, you put me back together

Bucky frowned, barely listening to you explaining a documentary you watched the other day.

"buck?" you asked, setting down your phone and looking at the super soldier, worry in your eyes.

"sorry I- what about the jungle?" he questioned, trying to push away his thoughts.

"talk to me James" you pleaded, hands moving to hold his own.

A few moments passed, quiet as bucky gathered his thoughts, tears welling in his eyes before he blinked them away and began talking.

"what if a part of him is still there? what if im not who Steve thought I was? what if im not what people want me to be?" bucky looked at you, teary eyed and broken.

"you're free bucky" you told him, scooting closer to him and he nodded.

"Steve would be proud of you, I mean look at you, you have a furnished apartment, you have friends, you're working with sam, you're building your life" you spoke, smiling at him.

"you shouldn't care what others want you to be, be who you want to be. Be who you are now" you squeezed his hands, letting him gather his thought as you stopped talking.

"am I good?" he mumbled, a small frown on his face.

"you are" you replied without hesitation.

"you like me as who I am now?" you nodded.

"me too" he smiled, leaning his head on your shoulder, your fingers brushing through his hair.

I wanna be your one and only

Bucky finally introduced you to sam, you were excited, having heard so much about him.

"what if he hates me" you worried, stopping in your tracks as you paced buckys living room.

"he'll love you doll" bucky reassured you, a knock at the door making your heart thump in your ribcage as you waited for bucky to open it.

And love you Sam did, talking your ear off and chatting with you all night. You struggled to catch your breath between his jokes, stomach hurting as he continued.

bucky hated it. only he had made you laugh that hard, the crinkles by your eyes were reserved for him and his bad jokes. bucky got up quietly and went to grab a cup of water, sam quickly excusing himself and following him into his kitchen.

"you are down bad" sam laughed and bucky rolled his eyes at him, gulping down his water, setting the cup down, eyes softening as he saw you on his couch, replying to some texts.

"you should ask her out soon, or else I will" sam teased, knowing it would push the super soldiers button.

"sam is actually leaving right now!" bucky smiled, sam rolled his eyes before playing along.

"aw, it was just getting good" you smiled, getting up and going to give sam a hug, wishing him a good night before he left.

You and bucky sat on the couch, the sounds from the movie filling the room.

"green isn't your color" you smirked, bucks eyes went wide.

"what?" he questioned, heart racing.

"cmon im not stupid, you were cranky the whole time sam was cracking jokes" you shrugged your shoulders, eyeing bucky.

Bucky was quiet, Sams words ringing in his ears.

"I like you y/n and I've liked you for a while and I-" he stopped himself, not wanting to say something he would regret. You let him think, heartbeat ringing in your ears as his confession rattled around in your brain.

"I want to be the one making you laugh, I want to spend rainy days with you and I want to go to the park with you on sunny days" bucky spoke, looking at you.

"I wanna be your one and only" bucky ended, eyes searching your face as he finished, worried about what you were thinking.

You had the biggest smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. Looking up your eyes met his blue ones, stomach in knots and heart skipping a beat.

"ask me then" you stated, never breaking eye contact.

"will you be mine y/n?" he spoke, voice trembling, he fidgeted with his fingers.

"of course" you replied, crashing your lips onto his, smiling into the kiss, breaking out into giggles when he pulled away and peppered kisses all over your face.

and if never is forever, then lets always be together

Sam pat bucky on the back, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Steve would be so happy for you" he whispered to him, a smile breaking onto his face, nodding to sam and looking up.

The whole team was there, sam standing behind him as his best man, your family with bright faces as the music began and everyone looked back.

The doors opened and it felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. His mouth fell open at the sight of you. His cheeks hurt from smiling so hard but he didn't care, tears falling from his face as you smiled brightly at him.

You spent the whole ceremony the same way you had met. Stealing glances at each other and blushing deeply when you caught each other, holding back giggles and brushing it off as clearing your throat.

You were marrying the light of your life, the person who was there for you when you couldn't see the light, the one who always supported you and fought for you when you couldn't. Helping you grow into the person you wanted to become.

He was marrying the light of his life, the person who was his sun during his worst times, shining brightly for him and picking him up when he was upset. Helping him become the person he was meant to be.

[inactive-luv]

im in love with spencers voice can you blurb something with this? im giving you nothing i know but i want to see what you do with this -🎱

dear beloved 🎱anon thank you for the surge of inspiration to write this in my fifth period class

...

Talk to Me: 838 words (is this too long? i love it i’m not editing it)

cw: making out (is that direct smut? 16+ probably)

...

Lazy Sundays with Spencer usually started, centered, and ended around kissing.

He loved feeling and kissing every inch of your body, savoring the taste of your skin and mouth—the flavor of your coffee on your tongue and the feel of his hands in your hair.

He worshiped it.

...

So there you were again, kissing Spencer Reid on his couch, the television show long forgotten when you climbed onto his lap. His hands were on your waist, instantly clutching your body, pulling you down with such force, softly grinding your body against his.

Occasionally your lips gently parted so you both could breathe, the scent of each other filling your lungs combined with the warmth of his and your bodies was getting you high. His body was hot, flushed bright red, and shaking softly underneath you.

When you parted again, he noticed your hesitance, the way you acted as if you were holding back, and when you leaned in again, he pulled back to ask you what was wrong, "Is this okay?" You bit your lip before whispering into his mouth, "Talk to me."

He swallowed the lump in his throat; his mouth turned dry when you asked for a request he didn't know how to complete. So he sat there long enough before he whispered back,

"A-about what?"

His voice croaked to your amusement, making you smile enough to where he chuckled. His voice was vibrating through his throat, making your hands shake slightly with your arms around his neck. You reveled in the feeling of the sound of his voice; you wanted more of it. All of it.

"Tell me something about this," her lips were back on his in an instant. "Kissing." You smiled through the kiss as you two collided teeth in your excitement and his still blank confusion.

"Like what?"

"Endorphins. Stress relief. Exercise."

Each sentence ending and beginning with a peck to his jaw, ear, and neck.

"You want me to talk to you about this?"

He stayed simple through his confusion, keeping a calm expression on his face before his Adam's apple bobbed again and the sight of him under you went straight to your core.

You nodded your head, pushing your lips onto his neck to let him speak. "Uh," he whispered while you kept working to make marks on his skin.

"Kissing increases dopamine levels in the b- brain." He moaned his last words when you bit softly on his earlobe before kissing back down on his neck. Your hands drifting from his hair to his shirt, quickly unbuttoning to move your lips down his red chest.

"Fuck Y/N." He groaned out, the vibrations rutting against your lips, drenching your panties on top of him. His voice was so deep and weak with you on top of him; it drove you nuts.

"Keep talking." You whispered into his ear, switching to the other side of his neck, remembering his fixation on symmetry. His hands scrunched your hair and rested on your ass. Both were squeezing gently, losing focus under your lips.

"They say that kissing uses 34 facial muscles and 112 postural muscles." He pauses to swallow his throat, "Unless you're sitting like this." With that sentence, he pulls you closer, grinding the perfect spot on your jeans, making you toss your head back and moan softly.

His eyes went wide, watching you slow yourself down before a smile crept on his face again. "This is turning you on." He whispered in a half questioning, half assertive, tone. You leaned back a little to look into his eyes.

Golden brown eyes were staring into yours with such lust and love, you inadvertently thrust yourself into his hips, a smiling whimper forming on his face. You stayed quiet in your slightly embarrassed expression, but he licked his lips in solving his questions and leaned back in to kiss you.

"Auralism means sexual arousal from sound, but if it's my voice, in particular, I think you could call it lalophilia."

His confidence grew in the combination of finding another thing to use in your sexual life and watching you come undone on top of him when he'd barely done anything.

"That sounds interesting," you whined out, putting your lips back on him for a moment before moving down his chest again. He groaned when you used your teeth softly.

"It's the orbicularis oris muscle that makes you pucker your lips."

He pulled you off with this sentence, grabbing your waist to keep you close but leaning his head, so you kept yours back. Your eyes met again; you batted your eyelashes towards him before moaning out in a minor tone, "Where's that?"

He licked his lips, taking one of his hands off your waist and bringing his fingers up to your mouth. You instinctively opened for him to put his fingers just inside, but instead, he lightly grazed his fingertips along your lip-line.

"Right here." He whispered out before crushing his lips with yours again.

...

[haik-choo]

waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS] 

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog. 

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory. 

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)” 

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe. 

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands. 

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day. 

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’) 

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA) 

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast. 

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day. 

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive” 

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you. 

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING 

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;) 

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you 

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)” 

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat 

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there�� and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi” 

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.  

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind. 

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday 

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.” 

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long 

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together. 

[domthedevil]

hihi!! may i ask for some sub lucifer? an afab reader always used to top the shit out of lucifer in the devildom, and now that she's gone, pridey mcprideface is being driven up the WALL with horniness. a package ends up on the doorstep of hol on his birthday housing a generously realistic adjustable fleshlight, and lucifer reads the note from her in ecstasy.

he doesn't realize there's an aggressive vibrator or a soggy lubricant function tied to pact magic yet..

Your brain:

I absolutely loved this, yes thank you please comeback again djdkkalc. Its a bit of a quickie and I did change some things but I hope you enjoy!

Sounds Like You Miss Me

Lucifer x afab!MC

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys,

Another long day at work, another long day at home, and another long night without you by his side. Lucifer’s stress was beginning to weigh on his shoulders. He missed the long nights of being dominated by you. The way you made him call you master, or when you teased him too far, he missed letting himself go after a long day. You going back to the human realm made him miserable.

Coming home late one night, he found a neglected Akuzon package sitting by the front door. Sighing, thinking it was something Levi was probably dying to have, the eldest brother picked up the box and made his way to his room. Everyone was already asleep so he’d keep the box in his room for now. Mammon hopefully wouldn’t feel bold enough to steal it while it remained in the eldest’s room.

Throwing his coat and tie to the side, Lucifer sat at his desk with a tired slump. A small buzz in his pocket startled him. Not sure what to expect at this hour, he slowly took out his phone. But his mood instantly improved when he saw a text from you.

“Did you get my gift?”

Gift?

Lucifer grabbed the package he’d brought in and read the shipping label. Addressed to him.

“I’m about to open it.” He messaged you back.

Using a letter opener, he cut the thin tape holding the box closed. Rummaging a moment Lucifer found your “gift”. His breath hitch in his throat as he pulled out a rather intimidating flesh light. Grabbing his DDD he frantically began typing.

“What is this exactly?”

“I had something made for us. I thought maybe my good boy missed me a little.”

“Hmph. Good boy? Never heard of him.”

He smiled as he texted with you. The exchange felt like you were right here with him. Like he was just waiting for you to come home and treat him how he deserves to be treated. What he really missed was holding you. Kissing you softly throughout the day. But soon your texts grew more lewd. You teased him. Telling him how much you missed seeing his face twist when he enters you. Or how he moans extra loud when you nibble a spot juuuust beneath his ear. Lucifer in turn played back.

Not realizing how excited he was getting, Lucifer began eyeing the toy you had sent him. Though a little embarrassing, it was oh so tempting.

“Tell me about this...gift.”

“Well...it’s suppose to feel like me.

You should let me know what you think.”

Your second text made his cock twitch. Putting his phone down, he walked away from his desk a moment, removing his belt and his gloves. Trying to do something other than give in to the gift you shamelessly sent him. What if his brothers had gotten hold of this?

Sitting back down at his desk, the top buttons on his shirt came undone as he rubbed at his chest. He was getting warmer, more curious about this toy that was going to feel like you. Palming at himself through his trousers, Lucifer let out a low moan. Maybe he did miss you more than he thought. Slipping his trousers down, Lucifer stroked at himself slowly. He wondered if you’d been touching yourself too. How much your body missed being wrapped around his cock. Did it miss him as much as he missed being under your command?

A single buzz from his DDD broke his concentration.

“Call me...I’ll teach you how to use it.”

How to use it? Lucifer was smart enough to know how to use a sex toy as basic as this. Picking it up, he admired the soft fleshy end of the sleeve. He licked his lips as he noticed some resemblance. But all it did was make him miss your sweet walls around him. Precariously he pressed his tip against the entrance, letting the texture of the folds on the outside tease his shaft before entering the toy. Immediately his phone rang.

“I told you to call me.” Suddenly the toy slipped from Lucifer’s fingers and sank on his dick. Fully squeezing his entire member. “Do you like your toy?”

Lucifer whined at the sudden, pleasurable sensation. The toy seemed wet and slick inside, making Lucifer’s hips shake.

“Hmph, it’s seems to like me. What is this MC?”

“Like I said...a gift.” Lucifer thought he heard a hint of heavy breathing from you. “You must have really missed me to use a toy like this. How cute.”

“You sent it to me...” his dark chuckle was soon interrupted.

Lucifer’s hips jerked as the toy began to slowly move itself up and down his shaft. He couldn’t believe he fell for some enchanted toy. But it felt amazing. The ridges and smooth cushions inside this toy reminded him of you. The sensation almost too realistic. It’s movements were slow but erratic, almost random.

“Sounds like someone really missed me.” Your small laugh over the phone caught his attention again. His moans had been low and breathy, but as the toy picked up speed his voice groaned and sighed heavier.

“Well...you certainly made an impression here.”

“You mean I tamed you? How cute.”

“Hmph. Don’t be so fooli-hnnng!” The walls in the toy tightened around him. Lucifer went to grab the toy to slow it’s pace, but he was met with a strange but familiar force.

“No touching.”

The sweet bondage of your shared pact kept his hand from moving any further. Forcing his hand to his side as the other was left clinging to the phone. The only part of his body that seemed to be able to move was his hips. A low whine slipped through his gritted teeth.

“Good Boy.”

The toy moved at a merciless pace as you listened to him whimper and moan into the phone. It became moist with precum, helping his cock glide and and out of it easily. Perhaps a lot of precum as he felt extremely wet and warm inside this enchanted toy. Your breathing was labored, Lucifer noticed. You must be touching yourself. He thought about your wet heat sucking him in just like this as he began to reach his limit.

“MC...Im going to come.” He tried to hold back any embarrassing noises as he reached the edge.

“So soon? How pathetic. You’ll have to use this toy to train yourself again. I’ll be back eventually...and you’re going to be in for it.”

“Y-yes MC. I’ll train. Just let me come.”

“Shhh...okay. For being such a good boy you can come for me.”

“Th-thank you.” He mumbled his gratitude despite the burning pride he wished to uphold. The sudden release with your permission took his breath away a moment. He even heard your own breath hitch in your throat. It took a moment to catch his breath. Completely taken back by how quick he came and how fast you were able to get him off.

“Mmmm...I’m glad I put this together. I’ll be honest with you Lucifer. That’s not just an enchanted sex toy...”

“I saw. It was made to feel like you. Very realistic.”

“Actually...it’s an exclusive portal, just for you. Whenever I give you permission, you can fuck me through this. If you earn it that is.”

Lucifer sat dazed a moment. That’s why it felt so good. He’d missed the feeling of you so much he must have underestimated how badly he needed to give himself some release.

“I have to say you have impeccable taste in gift giving.”

“I knew you’d like it....I miss you.”

“...I miss you too.”