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slytherinboysappreciation · 6 months ago

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Mattheo/Theodore x m reader

Straight boy mattheo who's getting with the prettiest girl in his house but he doesn't wanna be a total loser at kissing yk? So what's better than making you, his best bro, practice with him?

Obviously, with some trepidation, you do it and he loves it so much he chases after your lips even after you move away to critique him (imagine sitting on a couch w him and you move away from his lips to talk about what he does wrong but all he does is push you shoulders back until your back is flush with the couch just so he could keep kissing you)

Anyway, this slowly escalates into him getting a boner and rubbing it on your groin, begging you to "help me out bro"

Then after a week of practicing he gets with his dream girl and the kissing was a success, so was the blowjob she gave him! But he accidentally said your name while doing it and he blew it!

(Op you can choose how this ends)

Kissing - M.R. x male!Reader

A/N: Hehe this was fun to write. Difficult, but so much fun. I really really hope the smut is good 😬 The fix is unedited with no use of Y/N. If the ending seems a little weird, I’m sorry. I was really tired when I wrote it

This is the start of Mattheo’s bi awakening. Why? Because I said so

Fic does contain smut so NO MINORS!!

CW: Smut!!!; begging; Mattheo’s puppy eyes; Reader is in love with Mattheo; mentions of kissing; female oc; kissing; lots of kissing; making out; explicit sexual content; swearing; public sex; grinding; more begging; handjobs; cum; brief sweet moment; somewhat interrupted sex, I guess?; sex jokes; vague descriptions of blowjobs; several uses of the word ‘gay’; Mattheo doesn’t understand his feelings; Matty is a horny boy; mildly ambiguous ending; this takes place in Mattheo and Reader’s seventh year of school, so they’re both of age!!

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“C’mon, mate,” Mattheo begs, pulling you yet again from your homework. “It’s for a good cause!”

You look up, mildly annoyed.

The two of you are in the empty Slytherin common room, the last students there for the night. Everyone else is either sleeping or out partying.

It’s just the two of you, and Mattheo is set on annoying you.

He’s your best friend; your other half, so to speak. It’s been this way for almost seven years. He’s the yin to your yang, the fire to your calm.

Which he’s disrupting pretty majorly right now.

You exhale slowly, putting down your quill. “Just ask Pansy. Or Daphne. They’re good kissers, right?”

Mattheo groans and leans into you, giving you his best puppy eyes. The ones you can never say no to. “Please? I don’t trust them like I trust you. You won’t make fun of me or hold it over me like they will.”

He’s getting vulnerable, which means he’s being serious. Damn him.

You sigh and force yourself to look away. “Matty…”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear! Besides, it’s not like, you know, we’re in love or anything. It’s just a kiss or two.”

And that is the entire problem. Because you are very much in love with him.

You’ve been pining after him since second year. Practically ever since you became friends. You’ve been head over heels for him, utterly and truly in love.

And he has no idea.

Which is why to him, asking you for kissing practice isn’t a big deal.

It’s all Seraphina Selwyn’s fault. She’s undeniably the prettiest Slytherin in your year, if not the whole school.

And out of all the boys she decided she wanted to have, she had to pick yours.

Her and Mattheo have been flirting for months. And she’s finally started to show signs that she’s ready for him to make a move.

He’s been giddy about it since it happened, gushing about it every time he’s alone with you. It just makes you feel sick.

But you can’t let him down, especially not when he’s giving you those oh so sad puppy eyes you can’t resist.

With a sigh, you nod. “Fine. But only a few kisses. Wouldn’t want anyone spreading any rumors about us.”

It hurts to say. But you can’t let him know.

Mattheo grins and scoots closer. “Alright! Teach me how to kiss, oh wise one.”

You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. He’s so dorky sometimes. “Just… come here.”

You reach out and gently guide his head to yours. You pause for a moment, mouth right above his.

Are you really going to do this?

To your surprise, it’s Mattheo who leans the rest of the way in. He presses his mouth to yours in a clumsy kiss.

It feels like sparks go down your spine. You shiver, eyes closing.

Mattheo kisses you like he’s hungry, like your mouth is a feast and he’s ravenous for it. He’s clumsy and eager, but has enough common sense to not try and shove his tongue down your throat.

You try to slow the kiss down. To show him how to move his mouth and such. It works… sort of.

After several kisses, you try and pull back. Not far, but just enough so you can give him some advice.

He chases after you. Leaning further into you in order to press his lips to yours again.

“Matty—“

He pushes your shoulders back, pressing you back against the arm of the couch. And you?

Your entire body lights up with sparks as he slides partway onto your lap. You can feel your dick twitch underneath him and for a moment you panic. He’s gonna feel you!

But Mattheo only moans softly and continues kissing you. He shifts his position on your lap, resting his hands on your chest for support.

You melt into the kiss, letting your lips part and your body relax. You can’t help it. This could be your only chance ever to kiss Mattheo; and if he’s into it, you’re not gonna complain.

Mattheo’s tongue slips into your mouth and you forget why you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.

The two of you make out for what feels like hours. Just mouth pressed to mouth, tongues gliding together. You pull back a couple times to breathe, and Mattheo always chases your mouth with his.

It’s hot. Painfully so. You’re made aware of your hard-on every time Mattheo shifts in your lap.

You know he can feel it. You brace yourself, preparing for the moment he mentions it. But he seems too caught up in kissing you to care.

He shifts again and makes a small noise. An almost groaning sound. You feel yourself throb when you realize he’s just as hard as you.

His cock, pressed right alongside yours.

He groans again and grinds his dick against yours. “Fuck, you feel so good…!”

You moan, giving a little thrust up against his hips. “Matty…”

He captures your mouth with his, taking the chance to lick against your tongue again. You melt into the kiss once more, unable to help yourself.

The two of you make out with more passion now, grinding against each other.

Mattheo’s movements start to get more desperate. More hungry. He’s practically humping your dick, panting and moaning into your mouth.

“Please,” he finally begs. “I need you.”

You bite down a groan, struggling to think straight. You shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t.

“Please? Just this once, I swear!” He’s giving you his puppy eyes again. “Help me out, just this once?”

You can’t help it. He’s so hot and you’re so weak to his puppy eyes.

“Alright. But only this once.”

You fumble with his belt, clumsily working with one hand to undo it. When you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants, Mattheo whines.

You close your hand around his dick, giving him as good of a stroke as you can within the confines of his clothes. He groans and presses into your touch, his dick twitching and throbbing under your hand.

You shift and squirm a bit until you manage to free him, finally able to stroke him like you’re wanting.

Mattheo moans like a porn star, thrusting into your hand eagerly. Greedily. He’s practically jerking himself off with your hand.

And you love it.

You match his pace, shifting your grip every now and then until you find what makes his hips stutter.

“I can’t—“ He sounds absolutely wrecked. “I’m gonna—“

“Come on,” you groan, your dick a weeping mess at the sight. “Cum for me, Matty.”

Mattheo thrusts into your hand once, twice, and cums. Hot sticky ropes of white paint your shirt and pants.

It’s too hot for you to even be upset.

“Merlin, Matty,” you breathe. “That was hot.”

He drops his forehead against your shoulder and pants out a laugh. For a moment, he just basks in your presence. Nuzzling against your neck like he’s gonna say something soft.

Then the sound of faint laughter breaks the spell. People are coming.

You hastily mutter a cleaning charm while Mattheo frantically tucks himself away. You both know you can’t deal with any rumors about the two of you being together.

By the time the drunken partygoers spill into the common room, the two of you are sitting up on the couch again. No evidence of what transpired at all.

Except for maybe your still hard dick, which you use your notebook to hide. You’ll take care of it later.

As people slowly head off to bed, you start to gather your things. Mattheo grabs your arm before you can leave.

“Can—“ He falters for a moment. “Same time tomorrow? I need more practice still.”

You hesitate. But only for a moment. “Sure. We can meet up in my dorm. It’ll be empty then.”

Mattheo nods, acting for all the world like you two are talking about a homework study session. You can see the gleam in his eyes though. He’s just as excited as you.

You head off to bed with your heart pounding. You and Mattheo. Kissing practice tomorrow.

You have no doubts what it’ll turn into again. And oh Merlin, are you looking forward to it.

One week later

“I blew it!” Mattheo barges into your room without knocking, startling you.

“Blew what? Who did you blow?” You sit up, curious and confused.

“Not who.” He rolls his eyes, unable to help a tiny smirk, even in his distress. “It. My relationship.”

“Oh.” That makes more sense. “With Selwyn? What did you do?”

He groans and slumps to the floor, sitting at the base of your bed. “So everything’s going great, right? The mood is there, the kissing’s fantastic; we’re getting it on, you know?”

You nod, listening intently.

“And then she goes to blow me, which is, you know, pretty awesome.”

Mattheo covers his face, clearly embarrassed by the next words he says. “And I fuckin’ say your name!”

You blink. Once. Twice. “What?”

“I say your fucking name in the middle of getting a blowjob!” He groans and lowers his head in shame. “It just slipped out. You know, coz of all our practice.”

Ah, yes. You’d given him several enthusiastic blowjobs during your week of ‘kissing practice’.

“Huh.” You lean back on your hands a bit, thinking. “So, did she break up with you?”

“No,” he groans. “But now she’s convinced I’m gay, and I don’t know what to do.”

You try really hard not to laugh. Of course she’d think that. Even when it was obviously not true. Mattheo was whipped for her. You were just an afterthought. Kissing practice.

“Well, is she still willing to date you?”

“Yes,” he grumbles. “But she’s as big of a gossip queen as anyone else. The whole school will soon think I’m in love with you. Which I’m not.”

You pat his shoulder consolingly. It hurts to hear him deny it, but you both know it’s true. Mattheo’s not in love with you, and will never be in love with—

“At least,” He suddenly looks doubtful. “I’m pretty sure I’m not.”

You blink. He’s… only pretty sure…?

“Saying your name during sex doesn’t mean I’m in love with you, right?”

You stare at him. “I think our kissing practice would sooner qualify.”

“Oh.” He relaxes. “Well, that doesn’t count at all. That’s just you helping me out, you know?”

“Yeah.” You nod slowly. “Right.”

“So that settles it then.” Mattheo nods. “I’m not gay. It was just an accident.”

You’re suddenly no longer sure. But you don’t say anything. He has a girlfriend now, for Merlin’s sake. You can’t crush their relationship off of doubt.

“Whatever you say.”

The two of you sit in silence for a while. Then Mattheo gets up. He stretches a bit, and glances down at you.

You can already see the gleam in his eye.

“Just out of curiosity, though…”

You sigh and pat the bed next to you.

Looks like your kissing practice isn’t over yet.

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mypoisonedvine · 1 year ago

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 5.2k (including intro)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only), enemies to lovers, sub!neil/dom!reader, slightly dubious consent?, orgasm control/denial, praise and degradation, oral sex m receiving, come eating, riding, a touch of breeding kink, semi public sex

do NOT read this until you have read the FIRST PART or it won't make any damn sense!!

"So, whaddya say, Mr. Lewis?"

"I say… suck my dick," he returned with a smug smile.

You just laughed. "Maybe I would if I thought you could last more than thirty seconds."

His face got a little redder as he glanced away. "Seriously? You think I'm that helpless?"

You shrugged. "I think I'm that good."

He looked at your face for a moment, a certain look in his eyes— a look that made it seem like he wanted to take you up on the challenge. “Of course you do,” he smirked, “guys probably tell you you’re funny, too.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but I’m not joking now.”

He stiffened up a bit. “I don’t have a stamina problem,” he assured.

"If you're so confident, let's bet on it," you offered. "I’ll blow you, and if you last thirty seconds or less, I'm buying the place. More than that, you'll never have to see me again."

“Jesus,” he sighed, avoiding your gaze for a moment. “Is that really how you make a deal?”

“It’s one way we could make this deal,” you returned, “and it sounds like a lot more fun than all the other ways.”

“You have an unfortunate habit of overestimating yourself,” he noticed.

“Then this should be easy for you.”

He hesitated, laughing nervously, but you stared forward so he knew you were serious. After a tense pause, in which he opened and shut his mouth a few times as if nearly saying several different things, he sighed a bit. “O-okay, yeah,” he relented, and you had to fight back a smile— not because you were actually that excited to suck some random video store owner’s dick… but because you were pretty confident that you just bought yourself some prime real estate and that promotion you’d been gunning for. “S-so, um, how do we—?”

You cut him off by pushing him back into his chair with a grin, already loving the slight look of desperation on his face as he looked up at you. "Let me get a little more comfortable first," you explained as you slipped your blazer off and tossed it aside.

Then the shirt— one button at a time, not too slowly but without any sense of urgency. “Y-you don’t have to do all that,” he promised thinly.

“Be patient,” you encouraged with a wink, “I just can’t afford for you to… stain any of this. I have to go back to the office today, you know.”

He nodded a little in understanding, his chest filling and sinking a little more with each breath as he watched you strip. For something you’d managed to spin as practical, you were doing it with a bit of… flair, slowly pulling the shirt off your shoulders and dropping it to the floor as his eyes were glued to your chest. Of course, it helped that this bra wasn’t exactly ‘practical’ either… you only let your eyes drop for a second to the growing bulge in his jeans.

You started to push your skirt down, watching his eyes follow the fabric as more skin was revealed, only to tug it back up just before you got anywhere too exciting. "Or maybe I should leave this on," you decided, making him whine and look up at your face pleadingly.

"C-c'mon," he panted.

"Maybe if you ask nicely…"

He hissed in a breath through his teeth. "Please…" he whispered.

"Hm?"

"Please take it off," he sighed, and you smirked at the way his hips jumped up a bit as you pushed it down to reveal your matching panties. “Fuck,” he choked, “you dressed up like that just to come here?”

You shook your head. “I had other plans today,” you offered cryptically, and if he was going to ask more questions about that, he forgot them when you stepped out of the skirt and right up to where he was sitting. “Should I leave these on?” you asked as you ran a finger along the top of your thigh-high stockings, seeing him struggle to form a thought as he looked at them and then back up at you.

“Y-yeah, maybe… maybe leave those on,” he breathed, “the floor might be cold.”

“Oh,” you cooed, “you’re such a gentleman.”

You knelt down in front of him, rubbing your hands up his thighs through the jeans as he swallowed thickly. Each time you slid your hands over his legs, you moved a little higher, until you were just barely brushing over the bulge under his fly. You bit your lip and looked up at him, savoring the nervous expression he was wearing.

You opened the button of his jeans, and took your time with the zipper; you giggled a bit when you felt his cock flex, even through all the layers of clothing.

“You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?” you teased in a soft voice.

“N-no,” he denied.

“Really? You never wanted me on my knees in front of you?” you pressed.

“Well, that’s sort of a different question,” he breathed, whining slightly under his breath when you got his fly open and reached in to rub him through his boxers. “Oh, t-take it out,” he instructed, but you just laughed.

“Let me do this my way,” you replied, and he seemed to realize then that you were teasing him on purpose, to make his side of the bet all that more difficult. It would’ve been reasonable for him to call you out on your cheating, but he was too busy reaching forward to feel your tits through the bra; he groaned a little, squeezing them eagerly.

You did take it out, of course, after barely a minute of teaching him through the fabric, and you bit your lip as you wrapped your fingers around his warm, firm length. It was a little bigger than you bargained for, but you weren’t exactly worried— after all, you were going to make sure you didn’t have to do this for very long.

Licking your lips as you stroked it— and trying to make it look like an instinctive move rather than a deliberate choice— you watched him as he stared down at your face and then your hand, a drip of clear precum already leaking from the slit. You hummed as you picked up your pace a little, still mostly just exploring him, but squeezing him in your palm too just to watch him squirm a bit.

You leaned in and gave it one long lick, with just the tip of your tongue, all the way from the base to the head, and he hissed a little with his next breath as he stared down at you. You hummed at the slightly salty taste as you lapped up the thin arousal, and his chest sank with a long breath.

"Okay," you smiled, "you can start counting now."

"O-one," he choked out, voice getting thinner as you wrapped your lips around him and bobbed your head. After all that teasing, you had to be efficient for the next thirty seconds: you sucked hard and stroked with one hand while the other slowly rubbed his balls, hoping to give him the full treatment and make this quick. "Two, three—"

You pulled back but kept stroking him. "Not so fast," you scolded, "look at your watch."

"Sorry, fuck, um," he groaned, glancing at his watch to try to keep the correct time. "Two… three… four…"

Your spit was running down to smooth your hand's movements, and he groaned as he started to buck up into your mouth. His hands held your head, fingers tangling into your hair as you kept going.

"Five, six— oh god," he moaned, head tilting back for a second… but when he looked at you again, you looked up and met his gaze. He bit his lip, already breathing heavily as he watched you.

He never forced your head down, really, but you could feel him trying to guide you, trying to make you move a little faster and take him a little deeper. You could do that— you moaned around him as you pretended to let him take the lead, figuring that was what he needed to feel in control right now. But as soon as you did, he tightened his grip on your hair and tried to slow you down… and you wondered if he was already realizing this bet might have been a little out of his pay grade.

“Ten,” he choked out, groaning as you flattened your tongue more to rub along the underside of his cock. “Ele—oh, fuck— e-eleven…”

You moaned again, one of his hands slipping down from your hair to the back of your neck, even running over your shoulder and lingering on the strap of your bra.

Speeding up slightly, you tried to subtly twist your hand while you stroked and just keep a steady pace— once you found the right thing, you just needed to stick with it, and something about the hoarseness of his voice as he moaned for you seemed like a sign you’d found the right thing. “Baby,” he mumbled under his breath, and you had to try not to smile since it would just get in the way of things. You would definitely not be letting him get away with calling you ‘baby’ if your mouth wasn’t full…

Even you weren’t focused on the numbers anymore, putting all your energy into this as you bobbed your head on him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck!” he yelped when his tip brushed the back of your throat. “Twenty— oh god…”

Home stretch, just ten more seconds, you thought to yourself, if that… he sounds pretty fucked up. And it’s not that you hated this so much, it was actually turning you on more than anything to hear him sound so desperate— but you already had your eye on the prize, and you could’ve probably attributed the wetness gathering in your panties to the mental image of telling your boss tomorrow that you finally bought out Gumshoe Video, just as much as what you were actually doing right now.

"Twenty-t-two, twenty-three," he kept going, voice getting a little deeper now, and you wondered with a hint of nervousness if he could really make it— he was flexing in your mouth already, but maybe he could hold it back.

You moved faster, pretty much as fast as you could, and shut your eyes tight as you hoped this would work— you didn’t quite realize it at the time, but you were more motivated to make him come for the sake of it, than for the consequence of owning his store as a result.

“Twenty-eight,” he gasped, and you sucked even harder as desperation started to kick in— but then he choked on a moan, and flexed in your mouth again. "Stop, stop!" he begged suddenly, and you stilled before pulling away with a smile.

"Can't take it, huh?"

"I just need a second—"

"No, you don't get a second. I already gave you thirty," you reminded him. “I win.”

“N-no, wait,” he panted, only to open his eyes wide when you stood up and slid into the chair with him, straddling his lap. He looked up at you in the most adorably pathetic way, his hands shakily coming to rest on your waist.

“It won’t be so bad,” you promised, “we have fabulous benefits, you know.”

He was clearly not paying attention, whimpering as you moved forward and rubbed yourself against him through the thin lace. “F-fuck, please,” he whispered, and you smirked.

“You wanna fuck me?” you asked, acting totally surprised by it. “I thought you hated me.”

“Yes,” he sighed, “and yes.”

Grinning, you sat up enough to pull the panties aside and guide him to your entrance, watching him choke on nothing as you teased his head with your slick lips.

“F-fuck, you’re wet,” he noticed, sounding more proud of himself than you intended him to be.

“I get that way when I’m about to get what I want,” you shrugged, just a moment before sinking down and taking him all in one relatively-quick motion. He moaned loudly and held on tighter to you, but you gave him no time to rest at all as you moved right away, riding him with a contented sigh and struggling not to openly laugh at his almost-pained expression.

Obviously, he wasn’t actually in pain, it was just a look of conflict as he realized how badly he wanted to come and how bad it would be if he came right away— but you’d brought him right to the edge, after all, and you watched physical instinct and fleeting logical reasoning battle in his eyes as his eyes watched you bouncing on top of him.

“Fuck,” you moaned softly, humming when his head rubbed right against that spot inside you— you guided your movements to hit it every time, a nice little shiver running over you. “Fuck, Neil, it’s good…”

He was obviously affected by the praise, and you rocked your hips faster as you watched him struggle even more to hold himself together as his head tilted back against the chair.

"You'd better not come inside me, Neil," you warned sternly. "If you do… well, let's just say as your new employer, we're proud to offer a rather generous paternity leave."

"Oh god, oh god," he choked, yet holding on tighter to your hips while you moved.

"Not gonna knock up your boss on your first day, are you?" you laughed, reveling in his panic.

"You're not my boss," he panted, "not 'til I sign the paperwork."

"Oh, honey," you purred, "I already own you."

He whined and bit his lip, shutting his eyes tight— but you couldn’t let him run away that easily, you couldn’t let him hide from what was happening to stop himself from coming too fast: so, you took his hands off your hips and guided them up to your chest, all but forcing him to feel your tits again as he moaned louder and obeyed. “God,” he breathed, “I— I don’t know if I can take much more of this—”

You hummed with a little pout, leaning in and lifting his chin with your fingers. “Poor thing,” you cooed just before you pressed your lips to his, kissing him hungrily while riding him even faster.

He moaned into the kiss, clearly overwhelmed but still trying to kiss you back. When his hands moved to your hips again, trying to slow you down, you grabbed them by the wrists and pinned them down to the arms of the chair, making him groan and buck up into you.

“Just let me use you, baby,” you breathed against his lips, making him whimper and nod. “Y’wanna feel me come, don’t you? You wanna make me come?”

“Yes,” he groaned, “fuck— yes, please—”

“You can take it, right?”

“God,” he winced, speaking through his teeth as you moved your kiss down to his neck. “God, fuck— I think I can—”

“I think you can,” you agreed, “you’re gonna be good for me—”

“O-oh, fuck,” he moaned, his cock flexing inside you again when you bit playfully on his neck. You hoped to leave a mark, thinking it would be funny to make sure he couldn’t hide what had happened— but then again, it might not be the smartest idea… not that any of your decisions in the last five minutes were based on smartness.

Your hips rocked on instinct now, pressure building and twisting inside you until you couldn’t help but drop your head back with a long sigh of pleasure.

“Please come, please come,” he begged in a weak and high-pitched whine, and as much as you were amused by his desperate attempts to get you to finish before he did, you were also pretty into it… as in, it was working. You’d only been doing this for a few minutes, but you’d had quite a bit of fun sucking him off and, well, he looked so cute begging.

You moaned and moved a little faster, holding on tighter to his wrists. “Fuck, I’m close,” you promised.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whined, hands tightening into fists as you held them down. “Baby, please,” he choked, and you smiled as it hit you. You wondered if watching you come would be enough to send him over the edge.

“Oh fuck, Neil, yes!” you shouted, hoping to give him a show so he wouldn’t be able to help himself. “Oh my god— so good, baby, you feel so fucking good—”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he chanted under his breath, shutting his eyes tight— but then opening one a second later and groaning at the sight of you.

The feeling began to pass as your thighs quivered, your whole body exhausted by the motions just as much as the draining power of your orgasm. Stilling on top of him, you let go of his wrists and sighed with relief, resting your hands on his chest. He shuddered, and you pretended to remember that he was waiting to come. “Oh— do you want me to—?”

“P-please,” he choked.

You pulled yourself up until he slipped out of you, both sighing for slightly different reasons. You reached down and wrapped your hand around him, laughing softly at how swollen and reddened his tip was— it almost looked painful, and the way he winced when you gingerly stroked him almost sounded painful.

Your free hand stroked his hair as he leaned his head forward against your chest, panting with exhaustion. “Please, please,” he whispered between breaths, over and over.

“You did good, baby,” you promised him, “you can come now—”

He groaned and did it pretty much instantly, you could feel it running down over your fingers and even getting on his shirt and pants. You clicked your tongue pityingly as he bucked up into your hand, his face fallen slack in pleasure and weak moans falling from his full lips.

“Poor thing,” you said again, watching him go totally limp under you— and his exhausted cock starting to follow suit— as the last little drip of come ran down over your fingers. You brought your hand up to your mouth and licked up what had gotten on you, which his sleepy eyes watched in awe. Before you swallowed, though, you pulled him by the jaw into another kiss— slow and sloppy, feeling him shudder as he tasted his own spend.

When you figured he’d had enough, you suddenly pulled away and slipped off of his lap, putting your panties back in place and starting to pick up the clothes that had scattered on the floor. You wondered if he would say something, though you couldn’t imagine what, but found yourself a little surprised to be dressing in silence. Then again, when you looked over at him, he was staring forward blankly and looking absolutely drained— in every sense of the word.

After getting fully dressed— though you figured you still probably looked less composed than when you got here— you slipped back on your heels and wondered if there really was nothing else to say. “The paperwork will come in the mail,” you informed him simply as you turned to leave, and only then did he reach out and grab your wrist.

“W-wait,” he stammered, “I— I need to know when I’ll see you again.”

You considered that for a second, eventually shrugging. “I don’t know, I work in acquisitions— once you’re acquired, you’re not really my concern anymore.”

“Really?” he breathed, smiling but seeming sort of frustrated. “None of what just happened seems… concerning to you?”

You laughed a little, stepping closer to him again as he finally got himself in order— and groaned a little as he realized how bad the stain was on his shirt. “Neil, my job is pretty simple: I need to make this place profitable. Or, I need to make you make this place profitable… that’s going to take up all of our spare time.”

“So, if we’re losing money,” he posited, raising an eyebrow, “would you need to come here and… discipline me?”

“Don’t get too excited,” you scoffed.

“Why not? Shirt’s already ruined.”

“Listen, I know that was… great,” you sighed, “but we should still establish boundar—”

He stood up and cut you off with a kiss, sudden and needy as you sighed against him. He reached up and held your face, before dropping his hands down your waist and pulling you closer. You were just about to melt into it when you (mostly) came to your senses and gently pushed him back.

He was looking right into your eyes, a pleading sort of look in them, as you broke away from the kiss. “Boundaries,” you finished in a whisper.

“Yeah— okay,” he nodded, “I can do boundaries.”

He kissed you again, both of you getting a little more desperate as your arms draped around his shoulders. It went on for quite some time, your breathing getting heavy again and the softest moans getting muffled by his lips as his body pressed against yours.

You looked up at him expectantly when he pulled back this time, and you bit your lip a little when you realized you were down almost as bad as he was. “I think I’m gonna like working here,” he announced with a wide smile.

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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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can i rqeuest makeup sex with jake (enha) omg-

❛MAD AT ME❜ ( s. jaeyun )

pairings. sim jaeyun x fem!reader words. 1k.

warnings? established relationship , boob play , fingering , unprotected sex , cockwarming

— 𖦹 ( jake can't go to sleep while you're mad at him ) !

"baby please." jake whined , you ignore your pouting boyfriend , putting on your sleepwear. "let's just talk about it , i don't want you to be mad at me." he sat down on the bed.

you weren't ignoring for no reason — absolutely not , the reason why you guys were fighting in the first place was because your boyfriend decided to bring over his group of friends to watch the game.

them being there wasn't the problem , it was fact that he hadn't told you before hand , and your apartment wasn't guest ready , and it wasn't like they made it any better — they made such a huge mess , and left leaving it up to you to clean it up. when confronting jake about it you thought he'd apologize , and offer to clean up — no , he if fact didn't , he insisted told you "it's not that big of deal."

this pissed you off and soon a argument ensued , which left both of you heated , jake went into the room to play the game , and you finished cleaning. he later returned back out of the room to apologize , but you being the stubborn girl he knew you were , ignored him , getting up to go into the room for bed — which leads to where you are now , climbing into the bed , your back facing him , and him desperately trying to get your attention.

"baby , i said i was sorry , i realized i was wrong now , i shouldn't have invited them over without telling you first." he took his shirt off , climbing into bed with you , wrapping his arms around you , pouting when you pulled away.

"go to sleep jake , we'll talk about it in morning." was the first thing you said to him in like the five hours you weren't talking.

"you know i can't sleep when you're mad at me." he wrapped his arms around your waist again. "i don't want you to be mad." he whispered into your ear , kissing the back of it.

"baby please , tell me what can i do." his hands crept up your shirt , he was trying to butter you up , you scoffed. "you're not about to fuck your way out of this."

his hand still found his way up your tank , until he reached your boobs , his hand engulfing them. "baby now we both know you can't sleep unless i give you an orgasm." his voice much deeper , soaking your panties.

"im just trying to help you out baby , you deserve to sleep well , even if i don't." the little fucker was smooth. his fingers toyed with your nipples , feeling them getting hard , his hard cock rubbing against your ass.

his other hand gliding down your stomach , holding you still as he grinding against you. "i'm sorry baby , i know i need to listen more." he pushed his hand into your pants , cupping your heat. "you're so wet , your pussy is dripping baby , why'd you try to deny me?"

you were tryina your hardest not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan , but when he pulled your panties to the side , touching your clit ever so slightly — you couldn't help but let out a small whine.

"see baby." he kissed your neck. "stop being so stubborn , let me take care of you." he rubbed soft circles on your clit. "just let go."

he pushed his fingers into your dripping hole. "j-jake." you sighed , throwing your head back against his shoulders , lifting your leg just a bit , allowing him to fuck his fingers deeper into your hole. "your pussy is soaking my hand , you really needed me didn't you baby?" you nodded , unable to form a sentence.

"my stubborn little baby." he let out a "tsk" , his hand still squeezing your boob. "wouldn't let me explain myself , but you want me to let you cum on my fingers." you grinded down on his hands.

"m-m'sorry." you whimpered , "j-just wanted you to listen to me." you whined. "i know baby , i know and im sorry okay , i promise to listen to you whenever you ask." he promised. "now be a good girl and cum on my fingers , so i can fuck your pretty pussy."

he squeezed your nipples once more , your cunt squeezing him ever so tightly , as you came. "there you pretty , good girl."

he removed his hands from your shirt , undoing his strings , pulling his pants down , sitting right under his cock. "lift your leg for me princess." he pulled your short down , holding the back of your knee , keeping it up. "gonna take my cock , like a good girl." he rubbed the head of his cock against your warm folds.

"pl-please fuck me." you whined , he chuckled , you could feel the cocky smirk on his face. "yo-you're an asshole." he pushed his cock into your hole. "am i baby?"

he moved his hips. "your pussy is saying otherwise pretty." he groaned. "she doesn't seem to think so , the way she squeezing my dick." he moved his hips faster , the bed was slowly rocking as he held your leg up , fucking you towards your second orgasm.

"i feel you baby , you're about to cum aren't you , gonna cum all over my cock again?" you mewled out a yes , rocking your hips against his. "w-want you to cum." he ignored your words , moving his hips faster. "go a head , cum for me pretty girl."

you let out a scream , your thighs shaking a you came , he let your leg go , rubbing your waist as you came down fron your intense high. "turn and look at me baby , let me see your pretty fucked out face." he pulled out you , letting you turn.

"so pretty." you smiled , grabbing his cock , stroking it. "wanna make you cum." he groaned as your warm folds wrapped around the tip of his red cock , sinking down on it.

he grabbed your waist stopping you from moving. "pretty girl , i see how tired you are." he ran his fingers through your hair. "let's just to sleep , like this." he said. "okay." he kissed your forehead , your eyes closing.

"when you wake up , you can make it up to me by riding my cock."

©️LUVYENI

#enhypen fic #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jake sim hard thoughts #sim jaeyun smut #jake hard thoughts #jake sim hard hours #jake sim scenarios #jake sim smut #jake sim x reader #sim jaeyun x reader #jaeyun x reader

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dvzaiosamu · 10 months ago

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Neko Lyney.

neko lyney x fem.reader. Topic: you basically rub Lyney's ears and play with his tail, whatever... You just treat him like a kitty.

hope you guys enjoy! I made this 'cause I saw some fanarts on pinterest about him as a catboy, and I couldn't help to make a short oneshot about him!

Magic, applause, curtain closing, a show at the top! The perfect combination that every magician wants to have in their shows. Lyney, young and playful magician with some feline characteristics. Cat ears, a feline tail, and personality traits, like: he liked to sleep more in the mornings than at nights.

It was not surprising that in Teyvat there were people with different feline characteristics, like his sister: Lynette.

After an arduous day full of quests and problems, your energy was depleted to the point that you couldn't last long without feeling exhausted. You walked home, to your warm home in Fontaine, where you suddenly remembered a very important detail,

"I forgot I left the spare keys of my house in a easy spot to find, shit... I hope no one finds them and breaks in," you though, with some uncertainty.

Suddenly you speed up your pace towards your house and go up a long ramp until you reach your door. You reach into your pocket for your keys and insert them into the sockets, twisting it to open it. You push the door and enter, slowly. You close the door behind you and feel a presence, but you weren't sure who it might belong to.

You decide to gently leave your adventurer's equipment on the furniture in the entryway. You went up the stairs with a silent and cunning step like that of a feline. As soon as you got up, you walked into your room with a yawn, and that was when you closed the door behind you and a familiar voice echoed,

"Hello again, spectator!" He joyfully utters what you turn around, startled and confused. “It's a joy to see you arrive! I thought the sun outside was enough to illuminate the room, but I see that now that another star has set foot here, I find myself captivated by how radiant you look today."

"Why did you sneak into my room out of nowhere, Lyney?" you ask him and his tail just wags to the sides in a relaxed and gentle manner, smiling.

"A good magician never reveals his tricks!" he pauses dramatically to take a step towards you. "I guess I can make an exception for you... Since it's not a big deal."

You remain silent, looking at him, waiting for his answer even if it was very obvious, but for some reason you wanted to hear it said, confessed and explained in depth. You cross your arms and generate a feeling of authority in yourself.

Lyney's ear flicks. "You see... Today I had gone to your house to visit you, but when I saw that you were gone, I remembered that you normally leave a spare key outside your house, and it seemed to be the case that you left them in a very bad place... To prevent intruders from entering, I kindly offered to take the keys and go inside to look for you, but not seeing you, I was too lazy to go out and stayed inside."

"You are definitely not an intruder..." you tell him sarcastically, rolling your eyes with a playful smile.

"But don't be mean, you won't throw me out of your house, right?"

"Be aware that you are breaking a law, more specifically, article 202: Whoever, without living there, enters another's house or remains there against the will of its resident, will be punished with a prison sentence of 6 months to 2 years," you tell him, your tone firm, but maintaining a playful tone.

"Well, well... You have decided to become interested in human rights, right?" A sly grin appears on his lips. "I don't think you're stone-hearted enough to shove away a poor abandoned kitten..."

"Now that you're here, no... I won't kick you out, nor report you. You're lucky to be close to me."

"Well... Thank goodness you're not as bad a person as they say." As if it were his home, he avoids you and walks, sitting on your bed crossing his legs. Seeing your annoyed expression, he raises his hands in defeat. "Just kidding."

"You better be," you snort.

Walking towards him, you take a place on your bed, and lie down on one side, your head resting on the pillow and the rays of sunlight coming from the sun pass through your window gracefully and prostrate themselves on your figure. Today was a hard morning, but it's the only thing you could do. Your priority now was to rest.

An unusual silence forms in the environment with the singing of birds muffled by the closed windows. You try to close your eyes, to have a proper rest even though Lyney is still doing his thing. In a flash, the young boy does not hesitate to play a joke and approaches you, hesitating for a few seconds whether to do what he intended to do. He sits next to you, his body in contact with yours. A light breath coming from him, but his heart racing slightly. His tail lands on your face, just to bother you and take away the feeling that you were going to rest.

"Lyney... What are you doing? Let me rest," you say as you sit on the spot, you lightly rub your eyes and look at him, he just responds with a smile.

"You already know that cats have healing effects. That's why I'm committed to helping you relax," Lyney explains to you, one of his ears flicking before, without even giving you time, he places his head on your chest, his weight making you lay down again. "You know what to do, right?"

"Are you saying you want me to pet you?" you ask, and Lyney nods, even though he knows he'll probably fall asleep before you.

One of your hands goes to his head and you gently begin to caress him. A small, silent but adorable feline sound is heard as a sign of having received the sensation. While you caress him, Lyney tries not to make the moment uncomfortable with the occasional pleasant sound, and only limits himself to purring and warming you with his body.

You had forgotten for a moment that cats usually have sensitive areas, and that is why you decide to change the area and start massaging behind the ears. His ears slowly lowering, giving you more access to pet him without having to move your hand much.

You hear how the purrs intensify and your body feels cushioned, you can't help but smile and let out a light giggle, but you don't realize that your partner had already fallen asleep.

Your eyelids feel heavy and you close them, your hand resting on his head. You weren't expecting to fall asleep so quickly, but when you added his purrs and the fact that he was already exhausted, it made more sense.

A smile curls on Lyney's lips.

This one was quite rushed... Even so, I hope it was not too cringe to read ≽^•⩊•^≼

#lyney #genshin impact #genshin x reader #lyney x reader

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myymi · 9 months ago

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Sonic never thought running too fast would ever be a problem. If you went fast enough nothing could be able to stop you.

Tails had been nagging him about it for a while though, scolding him every time he ran straight into a fight without stopping to think of what might happen.

It didn't matter to him though. Even if he somehow got hurt, it'd eventually heal and he'd be back on the run in no time.

But now that he was on his knees, cradling his brother as he desperately tried to stop the red from staining the white fur on his chest, he really wished he had listened.

The only reason this happened was because he ran too fast. He didn't stop to check for any sort of traps or hidden badniks, far too focused on beating Eggman so they could all go home.

He never thought that going too fast could get someone else hurt.

He still wasn't sure what happened. All he knew was that he spindashed into a motobug, then a laser fired and a horrible, loud scream followed.

It took him two seconds to realize it was his brother that screamed. He could feel his heart stop beating as he watched the fox drop to his knees, his paws clutching his chest.

Sonic had the kit in his hold a second later, whispering about a million apologies to him. Knuckles and Amy decided to deal with the combat, letting the hedgehog take care of the youngest.

They had managed to drag Eggman's attention to another area, which meant that the two brothers were alone.

Sonic had tried to pick the kid up to take him to a hospital, but Tails refused. He begged the older not to take him anywhere near a hospital.

He wanted to die in his brother's arms, not in a hospital bed.

Sonic tried to tell him that he wasn't going to die. They just needed to get to someone who could help him and it'd be fine.

But then Tails showed him his communicator.

The screen was colored in the brightest, most headache-inducing shade of red he's ever seen.

Written in a bright white text were the words, ‘!Vital Organ Critically Damaged!’

That was the message that was programmed to show if they were ever too injured to receive medical attention. Going to a doctor would be useless, they wouldn't be able to save him.

So Sonic just held him instead. He had called Knuckles and Amy a few seconds ago so they could come see him.

Tails whimpered and pushed into the hedgehog, clinging onto his chest.

“Just a little longer, buddy.” Sonic whispered, trying his best to keep his tears from falling as he held the fox tighter. He couldn't cry right now, Tails didn't deserve to see that.

His ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching. He turned to watch as Knuckles and Amy ran up to them with matching horrified expressions.

Amy dropped in front of them to grip the youngest’s paws, “Oh, Tails..” It was easy to see that she had already been crying, but her eyes grew wet once again.

Knuckles kneeled at Tails’ head, but stayed silent. He placed his paw on the back of the kit’s head, gently rubbing it with his thumb.

It wasn't long until a soft rumble filled the air. It was shaky and it stumbled every now and then, but it was there. And it broke Sonic's heart.

Tails was purring to try and comfort them. Even while he was dying, he decided to put his siblings first.

“I'm scared.” Tails admitted quietly, closing his eyes as he hid his face in his brother's shoulder.

“I know, bud.” The hedgehog ignored the way his voice wavered. He's not sure how much longer he can hold back his tears.

“You'll be okay, little one.” Sonic's never heard such a gentle voice come from the guardian, but he guesses that's because it was saved for moments like this. “Your fight is over. You can rest now.”

“I–I don't wanna go.” Sonic bit down on his tongue at the sound of Tails’s small, broken voice. Every whimper or whine that came from the youngest broke his already shattered heart even more.

He could feel a tear run down his face. He was going to just let it fall, but Amy reached over and gently wiped it away.

“Think of it this way,” She whispered, her gaze moving back to the eight year old, “You can always keep an eye on Sonic now and yell at him for pulling stupid stunts.”

That at least managed to put a smile on the fox’s muzzle, even if it was small.

The air fell silent around them. Sonic knew that other people had gathered around them by now. They were in Station Square after all, there's always people staring.

“Guys?” Amy’s hold on the youngest’s paws tightened at the quiet voice. He was basically whispering, too weak to talk any louder. “Please—Please look after each o-other.”

“Don't you worry about us, keed.” The response was natural. It's what he always said whenever Tails got too worried about them. It was sweet, but he tended to ignore his own needs when he focused on his siblings.

“We’ll be alright, bud.” Knuckles said, still continuing his gentle petting. The fox whimpered at the nickname. He wished he could hear Knuckles say it more.

“I'll keep these boys in line,” Amy promised, smiling at the kid despite the tears streaming down her face.

“We love you, kiddo.” Sonic whispered, nuzzling the younger’s head. He hated how he could feel the strength in his little brother's body fade out.

The small paw that had been clutching his chest finally let go, limply falling to the ground as the little fox released his final breath.

Sonic curled around the lifeless body, hiding his face away in the soft, golden fur as his tears began to fall down his face now that the hedgehog had stopped trying to hold them in.

Knuckles pulled Amy into a hug as she began sobbing. He ignored his own tears that trailed down his muzzle as he embraced his little sister.

Losing someone during a battle had always been a possibility, they all knew that.

But even so, none of them ever expected their youngest brother to be the first.

It wasn't right. He should've been the last of them to leave Mobius, not the first. He was far too young to be taken from them already.

But there was nothing they could do about it now.

Tails was gone.

#i for sure would've been murdered if i posted this on wednesday lmfao #instead yall get the apocalypse fic 💜#miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sth #tails the fox #sonic #unbreakable bond #dynamic duo #tw death #death #tw child death #child death #myydrabs #rip tails lmao #this one hurts more than the others because my period started like 20 minutes before i started writing #i got a little emotional my bad

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sakumasmut · 7 months ago

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Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 10

Himeru x Bunny!Fem!Reader

late again, but I promise it’s worth it. Lily when you see this, hope you enjoy (and maybe be inspired to write a continuation wink nudge)

tags/warnings: breeding, vaginal sex, mating cycles

ao3

The coming of spring meant several things. Sunny days, floral breezes, gardens and parks full of color, and an uptick in sneezing from the unfortunate souls with pollen allergies (poor Koga was wearing a mask every time you saw him). For those with more primal instincts, the warmer weather meant it was the start of mating season. For the bunnies in Ensemble Square, it was time to either avoid contact with everyone and quarantine themselves, or get busy until all their cravings were satisfied.

You assumed heats were a necessary evolutionary trait thousands of years ago, but in the present day when your main source of stress was working an office job in a capitalist economy, your part-rabbit body throwing a hissy fit over not having a mate just made things even more stressful. The current situation you were in was a prime example of what problems the mating season could bring to the table, kneeling in front of a newer producer and comfortingly stroking their arm as they quivered in their seat.

“Stay here until the taxi arrives.” You spoke calmly to them. They were shaking and flushed red, not having expected to go into heat in the middle of work. “Once you get home, stay there until all the symptoms go away. Don’t worry about work; I’ll take care of it, m’kay?”

“Thank you, senpai.” They quietly sobbed, squeezing and rubbing their long ears to soothe themselves.

They were extremely lucky you happened to notice them hunched over in the hall and escorted them to a safe room before their vulnerable position attracted the wrong type of person. Mating season clouded people’s senses, you knew that too well. Married hybrids usually mated during March, to get it out of the way, but for single people, it was mostly just a waiting game until your body decided it craved a mate. You hadn’t gotten your heat yet, but you felt prepared to lock yourself in a room and call a taxi the moment you felt any sort of onset, to avoid ending up in the exact situation you were helping your coworker out of. For now though, you felt as fresh and (relatively) not horny as ever, and so said goodbye to the younger producer once their lift had arrived, escorting them to the car before rushing off to the meeting you were already late for.

“Sorry I’m late!” You quickly spoke as soon as you pushed the door open, the only person in the room looking up from the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, Himeru got your message.” The idol replied cooly, demeanor as nonchalant as ever. “The emergency situation you were dealing with, is it alright now?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all good.”

You were glad Himeru was an understanding person. It was a quality you liked about him, among other things. Maybe you were biased since you had worked with him for a few months on his solo jobs, but he always treated you kindly. You did notice he was harsher with his rowdy unit mates, but it only made you giggle more than anything, seeing him as the sort of person who gave as much respect as he received.

“If it’s not rude for Himeru to ask, what was it you were preoccupied with?”

“Ah, just some rabbit related stuff. You know how spring is for us.”

He frowned and knit his brows together as he looked you up and down.

“Producer, you aren’t feeling…ill, are you?” Himeru asked, “Himeru wouldn’t want you to be in a public place if you’re experiencing such symptoms.”

You flushed, realizing his misunderstanding. “No, ah, it’s not me! I was helping a younger rabbit who went into heat!” Being all red in the face and running into the room covered in sweat didn’t help with your case, as you could tell from his unchanging expression.

“Trust me, I would not be anywhere near here if my heat started! It usually starts pretty late in the spring, so I’m safe for a while.”

He nodded, expression relaxing at your assurances.

“It would certainly pose a large problem if it did. Though, if you ever find yourself in an unpleasant situation like that, Himeru would be glad to assist you in any way possible.”

“Huh?” You blinked at his words. What did he mean by that? Surely he meant that you could rely on him during emergencies, right?

“Now, shall we talk about your latest proposal?”

“Ah, yes!” You smacked yourself on the cheeks to rid yourself of those thoughts. “Here, I have the paperwork. Look over it and tell me what you think!”

xxx

You certainly weren’t lying when you said your heats came rather late into the season. People always complained about getting them early in March, but at least when they got them, afterwards they could go about their lives freely with no worries about getting sucker punched by their bodies. For you, spending a good two months worrying about the possibility that it’d come earlier was always a source of stress you had to push in the back of your mind, until finally it did come on a sunny May morning.

You woke up in a sweat, despite having taken a shower the previous night, and everything felt warm, way too warm. Funnily enough, you were meant to meet up with Himeru that afternoon, just as you did last month when you dealt with your coworker going into their own heat. You remembered what he had said about helping you if you ever found yourself in this situation, and thinking about the idol’s words made your horny mess of a brain wander to very obscene thoughts, which you had to smack yourself on the head to rid yourself of. No! You weren’t thinking clearly! You did struggle to understand what he meant, until you considered he likely referred to helping you with calling out of work and telling your clients you’d be unavailable. Having someone do all that for you rather than struggle with forming coherent sentences through a slog of calls sounded great right about now, and so you dialed him up once you managed to grab your phone. He picked up immediately after the first beep.

“Good morning, producer. Do you need Himeru for something?”

Just the sound of his alluring voice was making your body heat up. Stupid horny brain.

“Yeah, sorry this is sudden, but I need help with my heat.” You muttered, before realizing how it sounded without context and backtracking, “I meant—I need help with work, because I’m in heat! I need to tell my clients that I’ll have to reschedule, and you said that you could help, right?”

There was silence on the other end, and for a second you worried that maybe you had offended him somehow, before he responded with an “Understood, Himeru will inform everyone he needs to.”

You thanked him gratefully, and recited a list of people for him to message or call about your situation. That was a big weight off your shoulders, and now you could sink into bed and deal with your heat…all alone…

“Producer, can Himeru help in any other way? This time of year must be quite exhausting for your kind.”

Indecent thoughts of him came flooding back, of scenarios where Himeru could help you in ways your body needed the most…

“Perhaps you’d like him to bring you food and other supplies?”

“T-That’d be great, thanks.”

You hung up after giving him your address, and flopped yourself back onto the sheets, skin feeling sweaty and mind replaying how his voice sounded against your ear, wanting to hear it again after only a few seconds. The professional in you was already regretting saying yes to his offer, asking what kind of producer would invite an idol to their house in the middle of their heat, but the other part of you who saw him as a friend, perhaps a bit more, did really want the company. It would still be a while before he got here though, especially since he promised to do some of your work for you, and you wondered if your impatient body could even last until then.

A wave of desire washed over you, making you shudder. You tugged one of your long ears over your face, rubbing circles soothingly on the pink insides as your legs kicked your blanket off the bed. Your body was way too hot, yet no amount of ice would cool it off, only another person’s own heat enveloping your own would make it go away. You began to grind your hips against your pillow, whining into it, trying to pretend it was another person’s body—specifically a certain blue-haired idol. If you shut your eyes, maybe you could pretend he was already here in your house, comforting you with his presence.

You wondered how it would feel grinding against his thigh, imagining his yellow eyes watching you with immense interest. Yes, you could envision it so well in the blank space of your hormone filled brain. His hands would rest on your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t climb off as you bucked against his leg. He’d see the wet mess pooling from your crotch area, dripping onto his pants, but rather than chastise he’d praise you, encouraging you to keep humping his leg until you came all over him.

You whined to yourself, the friction between your thighs and the pillow only making you feel a dull ache. You kept trying to chase an orgasm, anything to make your tensed up body feel better, but with only air for your cunt to clench around, you couldn’t bring yourself to. The buzz of the doorbell snapped you out of your daydream. How many minutes had passed? Were you so immersed in the scenario in your head that time had flown without you realizing, or was Himeru just that fast in getting to you? Your legs were shaky as you stood up, each step making your body wobble forward. You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed if you fell back onto it. You opened the door, and as expected Himeru was there, holding a plastic grocery bag.

“Good morning, producer.” His eyes scanned your form, and you did your best to stand upright without shaking. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I-I’m fine. Come on in.”

You tried to look composed as he entered, trying to keep your ears upright and hoping that he couldn’t sense the pheromones your body was releasing. If he could, he didn’t give any indication, expression as blank as ever while he placed the bag on your kitchen counter.

“Himeru admits, he doesn’t know much about your situation. But he tried to get things that could help.”

He took out some snacks and drinks, ones that you immediately recognized as your go-tos in the break area of the ES building. You smiled softly, touched that he would remember your preferred foods.

“Thank you. This means a lot.”

“It’s not a problem. Is there anything else Himeru can do for you while he’s here?”

He kept asking that same question, if he could do anything for you, and the short answer was that he could. But you were too scared to make the first move, in case he actually wasn’t interested in going further than your relationship as an idol and producer. Surely he’d cut ties with you if he didn’t mean it that way, and not seeing him again would hurt more than the rejection. Your body heated up again, as if begging you to voice your desires. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from audibly whimpering, something Himeru noticed.

“You look quite feverish, perhaps you should go back to your bed to rest?”

“Y-Yeah, maybe I should. Let me just put these away first…”

You took a step towards the counter to take some of the food away, but immediately stumbled. You braced yourself for the impact, but Himeru’s hands moved quickly to catch you. One hand grabbed your shoulder while the other circled around your stomach, pulling you up against his chest. A moan couldn’t help but come out of you at the warmth of his touch, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. You froze up when you realized what you did, the silence following making you almost certain he heard it.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so…” You stammered, trying to come up with excuses. “out of it.”

His hands were still on you, the mere contact making you want to collapse into his chest. You really didn’t want him to let go, you wanted to imagine his arms wrapped around you forever, so you wondered when you were going to be hit with reality and have his arms release their hold, expecting him to excuse himself and leave you to deal with your heat alone again. Except, they didn’t. They stayed on your body, and you swore he even pulled you closer.

“Meru?”

“…Forgive Himeru for being unprofessional, but I can’t bear to leave you in this state.”

You looked up at him in surprise, only now noticing how hungry his gaze was as his eye bore directly into you. He moved the arm that was around your waist underneath your legs to scoop you up into a bridal carry. All the snacks went ignored as he brought you into your bedroom, having decided to have a taste of something else. You squealed as he dropped you onto the mattress. You would be embarrassed by how messy your bed was if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest from the sight of Himeru leaning over you, face so close to yours you could hear his breathing. You truly felt like prey, his prey.

“If you want me to leave, tell me so now.”

His voice was husky, looking at you with a deadly serious expression that made shivers run down your spine. His presence was intoxicating, you couldn’t let him leave now. You needed him here, with you, to satisfy you. You kept your lips shut as you stared straight at him, and your arms uncrossed themselves from above your chest to rest on either side of your body.

“Stay. Please.”

His expression softened at your resolution, and he reached a hand out to stroke your long ears gently, gliding his fingers upwards along the fur. You whimpered, thighs squeezing together. Himeru noticed, and gently placed a hand on one knee to pry your legs apart. A wet spot on your crotch area gave away your arousal, and he hummed.

“Poor girl. May I take these off?”

You nodded, and he carefully pulled your pajama bottoms off, exposing your soaked pussy. He pressed a finger against one of your swollen lips, already glistening with your juices. You trembled as he brought it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licked it clean.

“So wet already…your body must not want to waste any time.”

He didn’t either, as his gaze momentarily left your body to focus on the buttons of his pants. Seeing the tent that had formed in the short time it took to bring you here filled you with a sense of satisfaction, eased that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Once you saw his erection pop out from his boxers, your body seemed to clench even tighter in anticipation, unable to resist the idea of having it stuffed inside you. Your instincts told you to get onto all fours, knees spread wide to present yourself to your mate, and Himeru cooed at your eagerness.

“Good girl. Such a good bunny for me.”

His words went straight to your cunt, feeling it throb even before his dick was anywhere near it. Being reduced to the bunny in heat you were, his bunny, just felt right. You weren’t a producer right now, you were a helpless rabbit that was begging to be bred. He parted your folds with two fingers, coating them with your slick and rubbing it on his length, lubing it up as you squirmed impatiently, your tail’s movements giving away your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I-I…”

Even now, when you were so close to what your body craved, your lips refused to move. He leaned in close to your ear, close enough that you felt them brush against it when he spoke.

“Do you want me to mount you?”

Fuck.

You whined, babbling affirmative noises as he chuckled at how his words left you quivering in anticipation, lifting your rear high into the air to ask him to take you already. The warm feeling of something pressing against your entrance followed. He pushed himself in slowly, much too easily with how wet you were. Every nerve in your body was focused on the feeling of his length sinking completely into your wet cunt, all the way to the hilt, before slipping back out. Even in your wildest wet dreams you never thought he would be making you feel so full, so complete.

The noises you made were all quiet, either cut short by them catching in your throat or muffled by the pillow you were burying your face into. If he were going any faster, surely the squelch between your union would make a wonderful sound, but at his current pace the only sound in the room was his breathing and your muffled whining.

Himeru’s hands kept your hips steady as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Being filled by him just felt so right. This was what you were craving, cock stuffed inside you, body weight pressed down to make sure you couldn’t escape. Yet despite how your body trembled, how your legs were spread so wide for him, Himeru was still taking it slow, trying to make sure he wasn’t pushing you too much. It was still relieving your desire, but the slow jolts of pleasure weren’t enough, you needed something more primal to satiate yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He hummed, rocking his hips back and forth, “Is Himeru’s little bunny still needy?”

“Hah~ Meru…” You whined. “Faster, please, I want to feel you deep inside me~”

Who was he to deny you when you sounded so desperate underneath him? He pulled his cock out almost entirely before sinking balls deep inside you, making sure to do it harshly enough that your toes curled when he did. A louder whine escaped you, and it found itself joined by more as he slammed himself into you over and over again. Your short tail brushed against the skin of his stomach, flicking back and forth with each thrust. He reached out to take it in his hand, and you mewled when he lifted it up.

“So you’re sensitive here.” He hummed, gently stroking the white under-fur with his thumb.

“A-Ah, w-wait, mmh~”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knees wanting to give in from his touch, but he made you keep your hips upright, your back falling to a downwards slant as your arms gave in. You cried out when the first orgasm of your heat finally came, and through it all he just kept fucking you into the mattress, his own grunts of effort filling the air as he focused on the feeling of your warm walls trying to milk his cock.

“Bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted. “You’re going to make me finish, too.”

“Inside, do it inside!” You whined, pushing your hips back towards him. Being in heat meant you were the most fertile you could’ve ever been; if he came inside you, surely it’d end with carrying his litter. But instead of being terrified of the idea, in the haze of your heat you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up with his kids, as many as he wanted. He seemed to hesitate, noticeably slowing down.

“I-Himeru shouldn’t do that.”

“Hah, Meru, please!” There were nearly tears in your eyes as you turned to look back at him, pleading. “Breed me, knock me up, just give me everything!”

Your voice was so desperate, your body so eager to take his seed, to become his breeding bunny…he couldn’t help himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he growled out your name. He didn’t seem like he was going to pull out anymore, that was sure.

You mewled as his cock continuously pressed against the entrance to your womb, as if trying to coax it to open a bit further for the oncoming delivery. You chanted his name, the only noise reaching your ears your pitiful “Meru”s until he finally let out a loud groan, eyes shutting tight as he came inside you. The warmth flooding into you made your body and brain equally fuzzy, leaving you unable to think as you both came down from your highs.

“Did that satisfy you, bunny?” Himeru murmured against your ear, lips brushing over them and almost kissing them. He was still inside you, and you were sure he could feel how you clenched tightly around his cock at his words, wanting to feel it grow hard again.

“My my, seems like it didn’t.” He tisked, lifting your hips up high and forcing your shaky knees to support the weight of his hips pressed flush against your ass with a half-hearted whine. “You’re making me work overtime, producer. So all I ask is that you reward Himeru appropriately.”

If the reward he wanted was to make you swell with kids, well, it was practically already fulfilled. After all, he wasn’t going to leave his bunny alone after only one load, was he?

#esxreadernsfwmonth2024 #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader smut #himeru smut #nsft es!!

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blue-slxt · 1 year ago

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Common Ground

*Request: I seen that you were asking for a request! Imagine lo'ak and ao'nung who can hardly stand each other are forced to hunt together by their parents, and they find reader who's in heat deep in the forest. Maybe reader is a shared friend or she doesn't like either of them, but she's so needy because of her heat! Maybe a bit of tail play and marking, if that's something you're up for!*

I loved this one. I got worked up just writing this. Y’all are hitting all the right spots with these requests. I’m still getting used to writing Ao’nung so this was a nice challenge. Hope you like how this turned out! 🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

“I can’t believe you got us into this mess.” Ao’nung grumbles beside Lo’ak.

His face whips to look at him, “Me? You’re the one that was talking shit about my family!” he retorts.

Lo’ak and Ao’nung didn’t really like each other at the best of times. And at the worst of times, they were at each other’s throats. Jake and Tonowari had decided that enough was enough after the two of them had gotten into another fist fight earlier today. They had come to the decision that they would send the two on a trip together into the forest and Tonowari ordered them to not come back out until they had found some kind of common ground.

Now, here they were an hour deep into the forest and still ready to tear each other to shreds.

“It is not my fault that you are freaks with your five fingers.” Ao’nung spits at him.

Lo’ak gets in his face, “Yeah? Want these five fingers to deck you in the fucking mouth again?” Ao’nung pushes him and just as Lo’ak is about to launch himself at him, they both hear a sound.

“Shit!”

Both of their ears turn in the direction of the voice recognizing it immediately. They both forget their anger for long enough to slowly move towards the sound. The closer they get, the more they hear. Mumbled curses and obscene moans reach their ears and their tails sway in curiosity.

Neither of them are quite prepared for the sight they’re met with. You’re in the middle of nowhere, skin glistening from sweat, and your chest was heaving with every breath. Your face was turned away from them and they got a full view of your bare cunt grinding helplessly against your fingers, your arousal dripping down your knuckles.

“Fuck.” Lo’ak quietly mumbles feeling himself instantly get hard. Even though he said it so quietly, all of your senses are turned up to the max right now and you still hear him.

“Who’s there?” you call out removing your fingers from your core and sitting up to look around. It wasn’t like there was much you could really do in your currently dazed state though.

Ao’nung and Lo’ak emerge from the bushes and you let out a loud groan, “Not you two.”

You didn’t particularly have a real problem with either of them, but you definitely found them annoying with their constant bickering. It was immature so you kept both of them at arm’s length.

“Geez nice to see you too” Ao’nung shoots at you sarcastically.

“Look, I am not in the mood to deal with the two of you right now, okay? I’m dealing with a lot so could you please leave?”

Lo’ak is about to say something, but gets cut off. “Suit yourself, but I’m not the one who was humping their hand like a desperate animal.” Ao’nung throws his hands up in surrender.

Your face burns in humiliation knowing that they both saw you, but your body is on fire needed something – anything to fill you and finally put an end to your misery. Your thighs squeeze together trying to sooth the ache between them. Ao’nung notices and gives you a devilish smirk.

“Of course, you know we could always help you out.”

Lo’ak’s eyes go wide listening to him talk. You feel yourself clamp down around nothing wanting to take him up on his offer.

“Hold on just a second” Lo’ak says to you before walking Ao’nung over to the side. “What the fuck man?” his voice is a hushed growl.

“Oh come one, you’re telling me you don’t wanna hit that?”

“Fine.” You pipe up finally not being able to take the wait any more.

Both of their heads snap to you and your pupils are blown all the way leaving barely any color to be seen.

“Are you sure?” Lo’ak tries to ask you, but you’re already stripping off your top. “Just hurry up and help me before I change my mind.” You were bluffing. You knew you were too far gone to change your mind even if you tried.

“You heard the lady.” Ao’nung nudged Lo’ak’s shoulder as he circled around to rest behind you. He wastes no time in letting his hands roam up and down your torso while he breathes in your scent. His lips ghost the skin on your neck and makes your hair stand on end. Your skin is hot to the touch, but it does nothing to deter Ao’nung from squeezing one of your breasts and playing with you nipple. It makes your body jolt with each new sensation. You look up at Lo’ak who can’t stop watching you.

You reach out your hand to him with pleading eyes, “Please Lo’ak”. He caves. He falls to his knees in front of you and crashes his lips to yours. You eagerly open your lips and pull his tongue into your mouth so you can taste him. His hands trail up and down your thighs and they spread wanting some kind of touch. He drags one finger between your drenched folds and you both groan at the feeling. Your body trembles in Ao’nung’s grasp and one of his hands sneaks down your back to stroke the base of your tail. Your head falls back against his shoulder while soft pants leave your lips. He smirks seeing your lustful drunken face. He pushes you forward so that you’re on all fours in front of him while he unties his loincloth. He revels in the sight of your juices steadily streaming down your thighs. In this position, you were now eye level with Lo’ak’s bulge. It’s like you can literally hear it calling your name. You can’t even wait for him to untie the knot around his waist before you’re pulling the fabric to the side and freeing his thick cock.

Your mouth immediately fills with saliva taking in his size. You had to have it. You sink him all the way into the back of your throat and he sucks in a sharp breath.

Behind you, Ao’nung coats his dick in your slick and easily plunges into your greedy cunt. You want to moan from being filled at last, but you can only manage to hum around Lo’ak’s tip still buried in your mouth. The vibration makes him throw his head back. “Shit.”

Ao’nung thrusts into you watching how your hole just swallows his cock happily. Every thrust from behind pushes you forward onto Lo’ak even more if that were possible. Drool and tears run down your face and spill over onto the forest floor.

You push his tip into your throat and swallow. Lo’ak brushes your hair out of your face, “Oh, fuck, just like that pretty girl.” His words tingle in your head and make your pussy clench without your permission.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum inside you if you keep doing that” Ao’nung breathes out while smacking his hips into you. Your eyes roll feeling your orgasm hurling towards you like a boulder. “Is that what you want sevin? You want us to cum inside of you?” Ao’nung wraps your tail around his forearm and tugs it back towards him. You try to yelp, but Lo’ak is keeping his cock buried in your mouth chasing his impending high. “Mhm” is all you can manage to hum out as a response.

This sends Lo’ak over the edge and he bucks his hips up into your throat and spills his cum straight into your throat. You are more than happy to swallow all of it down. You keep sucking on his tip while he cums hoping to get every single last drop he has to offer. You finally pop off of him when his legs start to shake. You gasp for air now that your throat is free, but it doesn’t last long as Lo’ak grabs your face and kisses you deeply again. His tongue dances with yours tasting himself in your mouth and swallowing all of your moans.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” you get out between kisses.

Ao’nung drills into your cervix repeatedly inching you closer to your release. His thrusts start to get sloppy and his hips stutter as he finally shoots ropes of thick cum inside of you. The heat spreads through your body and crashes you into your own orgasm finally. Your mouth is stuck in a silent scream while your arms and legs shake.

Ao’nung finally pulls out of you and you fall forward into Lo’ak’s arms. He strokes your hair and whispers small praises into your ear.

Your mind and body start to feel like they’re returning to normal as you come out of your haze. “Thank you, guys. You know, you make a good team when you’re not at each other’s throats.”

Lo’ak and Ao’nung look at each other and offer one another a silent nod of understanding. Guess they found their common ground.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #awow #avatar smut #loak fic #loak #loak smut #loak x reader #lo'ak sully #aonung #aonung imagine #ao’nung #aonung smut #awow smut

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p1nkprincess444 · 7 months ago

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⋆˚୨୧˚⋆ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ - ᴛᴏɴʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇᴍ ⋆˚୨୧˚⋆

female!reader x tony stonem

word count: 978

contents: 18+, mentions of alcohol, loss of virginity

Tony was on his way to discuss Sid’s “problem”, his problem being that he was still a virgin. Sid promptly tried to defend himself on the phone explaining how his sister was still a virgin as well. This however gave Tony an idea. He quickly hung up on Sid and dialed his sister.

“ Tony? What do you need, ” I asked on the phone as I made my way to college.

“ There’s a party tonight, want to come? Hang on other line, ” he spoke before clicking off to talk to Sid once more.

You contemplated going to the party for a moment until you heard Tony’s voice again.

“ Are you still there? Are you coming or not? ”

“ Yeah I’ll be there, just text me when and where, ” I said quickly into the phone before hanging up and walking into my class.

Tony began to come up with a plan for how to get you alone at the party tonight. He knew Sid was his best mate and he’d go absolutely mental when he found out that he shagged his sister, but he’d deal with that problem later.

After his classes, he decided to ring you and make sure you were still coming tonight. He rang your phone and let out a groan when you didn’t answer.

Once you were finished with your classes you saw Tony’s missed calls, and dialed him back.

“ Hey Tony, what’s up? ”

“ You’re still coming, right? ”

“ Yeah I’m still coming, ” I said as I giggled.

“ Alright, I’ll see you tonight, wear something sexy, ” Tony said before quickly hanging up.

You laughed at his comment as you went up to your room. You began to get ready for the party, soon after Tony spoke to you. You had settled on a short red dress with black heels before heading out to the party with Sid.

“ Why are you dressed like that, ” Sid asked as he scanned you up and down.

“ I- I dunno I thought I looked nice, ” I said softly as my fingers fiddled with the edges of my dress.

Sid rolled his eyes as he huffed while shaking his head. Once you reached the house where the party was we met up with Tony, as none of our other friends could come. You smiled as Tony took your hand and brought you inside leaving Sid to follow behind you. Tony kept supplying you and himself with drinks until you were clinging to him as you flirted with one another. Tony helped you upstairs and into one of the bedrooms as you held onto him. You sat on the bed together as Tony’s hand slowly moved up your thigh as he leaned in closer until he pressed his lips against mine. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he pulled you into his lap.

“ Mm’ Tone- Tony this wrong, ” I said as I pulled back from the kiss.

“ It’s not wrong babe, you want this as much as I do, ” he said as his hand trailed under your dress letting his fingertips graze against your panties.

You sighed softly as he slid your panties to the side and pushed his fingers inside of you while his lips trailed down your neck. You let out soft moans as you tugged on Tony’s hair.

“ Fuck Tony ” I moaned his name over and over again as he fingered me while covering my neck in hickies.

As you got closer to reaching your high he pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean. You let out a whine before he smashed his lips back onto yours while pulling your dress off and over your head. You watched as he pulled off the striped polo he was wearing before he pushed off his jeans and pulled you back into his lap. He slid off your bra before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and kneading my other breast with his hand. Your fingers tugged on his hair pulling him away before kissing him again as he laid you down on the mattress.

“ T- Tone I’m a virgin, ” I whispered softly against his lips.

“ I know. ” He grinned as he slid your panties down your legs followed by his boxers letting his hardened cock spring out between your legs.

You blushed a deep red as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance. You let out a soft gasp as he pushed his cock fully inside of you without warning. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slowly moved himself in and out of you.

“ F- Fuckin’ hell you’re so tight, ” he moaned your name as he thrusted into you harder.

You pulled him closer as you begged him to go deeper. You moaned against his lips as his thrusts became harder and more urgent. You cried out his name as you came around his cock before he pulled out of you and shot his cum all over your breasts and stomach. Tony kissed your forehead gently before rolling off of you and laying down beside you. Once you had caught your breaths Tony cleaned you both off before exiting the bedroom leaving you to get dressed. Tony walked down the stairs seeing that the party was still going he found Sid sitting by himself on the couch. He flashed Sid a cocky grin before taking a sip of Sid’s drink.

“ What’s got you so happy, ” Sid questioned as he looked at Tony’s disheveled clothes, before he saw his sister stumbling down the stairs with her hair a tangled mess with hickies covering her neck and her shoes in hand.

“ Tony- you didn’t.. ”

“ Looks like you’re the only virgin, ” Tony laughed as he threw an arm around Sid’s shoulder.

#tony stonem x reader #tony stonem #effy stonem #skins effy #skins uk #sid jenkins #cassie ainsworth #anwar kharral #michelle richardson #jal skins #smut

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anxiousgaypanicking · 2 months ago

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Size Difference

Kingxiety (King Creativity x Virgil) Kinktober 2023 Day Thirteen: Size Difference Warnings: choking, stomach bulges, size differences, overstimulation, cum inflation, dacryphilia

"Ah, Anxiety," King greets him, grinning wide through his beard. "You've come to visit."

Anxiety feels tense within the large, grandeur room. King chose to sleep in a vast castle in the imagination instead of in the mindscape with the rest of them, though Anxiety figures that if he had to choose between the dark side, the light side, and a side-less void that could be filled with whatever he decided, he'd choose the imagination as well. But standing in the carefully crafted castle, Anxiety feels rather small. Especially when standing face to face with King, who was double his size.

Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Anxiety shakes his head. "I'm just here to pass a message along," he explains, avoiding eye contact. "Deceit wants you to stop pushing Thomas to stay up super late. Says it's 'bad for his sleep cycle,' and stuff. Says he doesn't like how I act when Thomas is sleep deprived, either."

King stares at him, and then frowns slightly. "What does Deceit know about Thomas anyway?" he asks, though it's obvious the question is rhetorical. Shaking his head slightly, King directs his attention back to Anxiety. "And what does Deceit know about you? I quite like how feisty you are, tired or not. You're like a blazing spitfire."

Anxiety chews his inner cheek, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He ignores King, and instead says "I'm forced to listen to the light sides complain too. You're bothering everybody."

"Oh?" King's lips quirk into a smug smile. "You'd know plenty about that, wouldn't you?"

Anxiety frowns, lips curling into a sneer. He again brushes off King's jab, and curtly says "why are you being so nonchalant? Aren't you supposed to be on their side?"

Huffing out out a laugh that's powerful enough to echo throughout the shimmering room, King answers "my dear, I'm on my own side. The lights don't understand nor value my prowess, and the only thing Deceit is good at is criticism. In fact, I'm surprised that you even perpetuate this silly idea of 'sides.'"

Looking uncomfortable, Anxiety responds "we're all on a side. We can't change that. You can't just not be a light side because you're saying you're not. Same way I can't be a light side just by saying I am."

"And why not?"

Anxiety is no longer standing still, as this conversation makes him nervous. King almost questions why Deceit would send him here in the first place, before realizing that the former was probably too lazy to do it himself. He had a habit of attempting to solve problems from the shadows, after all, and refusing to address them until he absolutely had to.

After a few moments, Anxiety lets out an agitated huff and turns to walk away and leave this place, already sulking at the idea of recounting his failure to Deceit, but before he can get out the door, King stops him with a genuine "wait."

Anxiety lingers in the doorway despite his better judgement, not turning to look at King but awaiting his words. Silence hangs in the air for a moment, before Anxiety hears King chuckle softly.

"How about a proposition?" King begins, which has Anxiety frowning and turning to scowl at King.

"I'm not one for making deals," Anxiety bitterly responds, "or doing favors. Whatever sick and twisted torture you'd like to do can surely be done on any of your fabricated peasants."

King waves his hand dismissively. "I wasn't alluding to torture, silly," he assures him, though the words feel rather condescending. "I can imagine why you'd worry about that, however. I'm not ignorant to the more... experimental things I do to my creations. But, no, the things I want to do to you are much more fun, and - after you hear me out - you have full autonomy to refuse. I'll even let you slap me across my perfect face should my offer offend you, if you so desire."

Anxiety raises his chin. He does desire knocking the smug look off of King's groomed countenance.

"If you do my the honor of accompanying me to my chambers, I shall consider loosening my hold on Thomas's sleep schedule, and will instead relegate my wonderful ideas to strictly daylight hours."

"Accompany you... as in..."

King's lips stretch into a delighted grin. "Sleep with me. Have sex with me. Love-make with me. Whatever you'd like to call it."

"What do you get out of this?" Anxiety asks, stunned.

King shrugs. "I could ask you the same question."

Anxiety splutters in a mixture of frustration and fluster, clearly conflicted between the options of sleeping with King or getting chewed out by Deceit. Neither were favorable, but honestly the lesser of two evils was sitting right before him, and had spread his legs and leaned forward, smirking as he waits for Anxiety to consider his words.

Hesitant, Anxiety shuffles forward, and says "fine, whatever. Let's go to your bedroom and get this over with," attempting to hide the fact his eyes flicker over King's large stomach and tall stature once he stands.

King descends from the throne of which he was previously seated upon, and rather shamelessly lifts Anxiety up off the ground in a practiced scoop, cradling Anxiety easily in one arm, only made easier by their rather comparable size discrepancy. Anxiety immediately starts squirming, spewing out "put me down, freak!" but his protests are ignored in favor of King throwing open a large set of double doors, and tossing Anxiety onto an even larger bed.

As he thrashes, Anxiety only manages to further tangle himself in the sheets, and it takes a solid few minutes for his head to finally emerge from a plethora of silk blankets and cotton sheets.

"Asshole!" Anxiety hisses, snarling in King's direction as his bangs fall messily over his face. Even as they obscure his eyes, King can tell he's glaring. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"You can't die," King reminds him, before shrugging off his dramatic, floor-length cape, letting it gently fall to the floor. His hands shamelessly then begin undoing his shirt, which has Anxiety staring, enraptured. His cheeks are bright red while King's face displays nothing but smugness, even more confident once his shirt is peeled away and Anxiety is looking up and down his bare chest and stomach.

King was big in all regards. If he flexed - which he does solely to gauge Anxiety's reaction - he developed rather prominent muscles. Sturdy abs, big arms, defined pectorals, all beautifully decorated with hair. And when he relaxed - which he does immediately after - all that muscle softens into pudgy fat, giving him a rather big silhouette that was simultaneously domineering and huggable.

"Don't you know it's rude to stare?" King teases, as he undoes his pants just enough to pull them off easier later. Anxiety seems both embarrassed and annoyed that King keeps them on.

"I'm just trying to mentally prepare for seeing you on top of me," Anxiety bitterly refutes. "I'm sure it won't be pretty."

King huffs out a laugh. "My dear," he starts, leaning over the edge of his bed and beginning to crawl onto it, "everything I do is pretty."

Anxiety shrinks back against the sheets, as though encouraged to by King's massive build, until he's laying flat on his back and King is leaning over him. King's fingers tauntingly trace over the blankets beside his head and around his body, but don't touch him outright, instead blowing on Anxiety to move his hair out of his face. Anxiety grimaces at the action, and then narrows his eyes at King afterwards.

"Prick," he mutters.

King ignores him. "Well? Aren't you going to get undressed?"

"I've been too tangled in your stupidly large bed to move, let alone get undressed! Are you trying to get me to give up and go back to the dark side? Because right now, you're pissing me off way more than Deceit would."

King makes a face. "Don't compare us. I'm far better than him, the same way I'm far better than you."

"Far better at being annoying."

Frowning, King pushes his hand into the bed beside Anxiety's head, sliding his knees upwards and forcing Anxiety's legs to spread around his waist. Anxiety flushes at their shifting position.

"Watch your words," King scolds him, voice low, "remember that you're in my domain, and I won't tolerate disrespect. You're free to leave if you'd like; I already told you that you may. But I won't sit here and take your bratty behavior the same way that lazy, two-faced, no-good, encroaching-"

"King," Anxiety says, snapping King out of his mini rant. King almost looks surprised for a moment, before grinning, and bending down further to reach Anxiety's face.

With their lips almost touching, and his stomach pressing down rather pleasurably against Anxiety's front, King says "that's my king, to you," and then uses his hand to tilt Anxiety's head upwards. He catches Anxiety's lips in a deep kiss, moving his lips rather expertly against Anxiety's own inexperienced ones, listening to the little noises of humiliation the latter makes as he's blessed with this intimate experience.

When King pulls away, he begins sliding his hands up Anxiety's dark grey shirt. Anxiety shivers at his touch, but doesn't stop King, and instead turns his head to the side in an attempt to keep himself composed.

"Do you have any qualms about me stripping you down?" King asks, as he slowly begins to drag up the fabric concealing Anxiety's front. "Or are you secretly looking forward to this endeavor?"

"I don't look forward to anything," Anxiety rebuttals, "let alone anything involving you or the other lights."

"Hurtful," King huffs, "but not an answer to my question."

Rolling his eyes, Anxiety spits "do whatever you want, so long as you do it fast. I don't want to be here longer than I have to be."

It's King's turn to look annoyed, though playfully so, and pulls Anxiety's hoodie and shirt off and revealing the thin, pale stomach underneath. King raises an eyebrow and pokes him, which has Anxiety slapping his hand away at the action.

"You could stand to gain a few pounds," King comments, which has Anxiety groaning.

"Are you seriously criticizing my looks right now?" he crosses his arms over his stomach, subtly attempting to hide it. "As if you weren't the one proposing we sleep together. If you want somebody 'perfect' then you can just summon a sex doll!"

King moves Anxiety's arms out of way. "It's not a critique; it's a... suggestion. Doesn't Deceit feed you?"

"I feed myself."

"Not very much from the looks of it." King hums as he pins Anxiety's wrists above his head, dragging his large fingers over the scarily prominent ribcage and hip bones. As King's fingers circle Anxiety's pelvis, he suddenly smirks, and adds "but this means my cock will be nice and snug inside of you. Do you think I'll be able to see the outline of my shaft through your stomach?"

Anxiety stares at him and splutters. "What? I don't- you freak! You're weird!"

King grins, and then undoes his pants just enough to let his cock out, which has Anxiety shutting up almost immediately. Leaning over Anxiety, King's cock presses between his own heavy, hairy stomach, and Anxiety's smaller one, which lets Anxiety truly see just how large King's cock is. Sure, he could have assumed that it'd be big - King is twice his size, after all - but it nearly goes all the way up to Anxiety's ribcage, and it's girthier than Anxiety's own fist.

"Holy... shit..." Anxiety breathes, voice shaky. "King... I don't... that won't-"

"It will," King assures him. "You'll stretch. Don't worry; I'll even pamper you a bit so it doesn't hurt. Trust me; I'm an expert on all things intimacy."

Anxiety grits his teeth. "Whatever. Just... just..."

King shushes him, and pets over Anxiety's face, before working off Anxiety's skinny jeans. Anxiety doesn't bother making it easier for him, and leaves King to do all the work, but it's only a matter of time before all his clothes land on the floor, making him feel naked and vulnerable. It has him flushing dark and avoiding King's eyes, but even so he can feel King staring intensely at him.

King waves his hand and summons up a rather large bottle of lube soon after, and then dumps half of it onto one of his large hands, smearing it between his fingers and making sure they're all properly coated in the substance.

"Relax," King urges Anxiety, rubbing his clean thumb over Anxiety's wrists, which he releases after a moment, letting Anxiety grip the sheets instead. "You're going to feel so, so��good."

Anxiety feels one of King's massive, thick fingers slide down past his balls and between his crack, smearing an excess amount of lube over his cheeks before just one of his fingers is pushing inside. Immediately, his toes curl, and his back is arching off the bed as he bites back a moan of unfamiliarity. It feels foreign, but not bad. Just... overwhelming.

"There we go..." King praises him, his soft tone quite the contrast to his earlier ego. "Look at you, taking my finger so well! At this rate, you'll be able to handle my cock in no time!"

Anxiety peeks one of his eyes open to stare at King's throbbing shaft, still rubbing against his smaller frame. Meekly, he retorts "I doubt that," but his voice is barely above a whisper. And honestly, he doesn't bother repeating himself, not wanting to give King any reason to stop. He's almost ashamed of how his own cock hardens at King's rubbing over it, and how it twitches as he thinks about being impaled on King's length.

King's free hand stays planted on the bed beside Anxiety's head, but very subtly begins to crawl over Anxiety's collarbones. And as King very slowly begins to insert a second finger - stretching Anxiety further than he's ever been stretched - King's hand wraps around his throat, squeezing the sides of Anxiety's neck and limiting his blood flow, causing a sudden rush of surprise, pleasure, and dizziness to be sent through him. His hips attempt to jerk, but hardly go anywhere with King's thick fingers buried inside of him.

"Good boy," King coos, eating up Anxiety's pathetic display with his intense eyes. "You're doing great. Relax..."

Pumping his fingers in and out of Anxiety, King is fully aware of just how pleasured Anxiety must feel. Sure, he's clearly not used to this, but King watches with a smug smile as Anxiety's mouth opens in a silent moan and his body jerks as King's digits dig particularly deep into him.

Easing his grip on Anxiety's throat, he listens giddily as Anxiety sucks in a mouthful of air, before exclaiming a rather powerful "fuck!" that says everything King needs to know about how Anxiety is feeling.

As he adds a third finger, he tightens his grip again, once again leaving Anxiety literally breathless.

Anxiety's small hands press against King's much larger one, but not to try and push him away. Mostly just to keep himself grounded as spit dribbles from the corners of his agape mouth.

He can't breathe, and he can hardly think, and King's fingers just stretch him open without a care. He's going slow enough that Anxiety can't even worry about potential tearing, and it doesn't hurt regardless because of how thorough King is being. And he doesn't boast about how careful he is, but Anxiety can tell. He can see in King's eyes how badly he wants to get on to the main event, and yet he takes his time anyway. That mere fact has Anxiety letting out a strained whimper as his small cock rubs against King's.

The pads of his fingers nudge against Anxiety's prostate, making Anxiety jolt as much as he possibly can beneath King's heavy weight, and what finally has King grinning and slipping his fingers out.

"There we go," he purrs, as he releases Anxiety's throat, letting him take in a much needed breath. His hand moves to instead grab the back of Anxiety's thigh and lift it up, pulling his hips up from the mattress.

Anxiety watches as King takes the remaining bottle of lube and pushes it against his hole, before squeezing the bottle, suddenly and intensely flooding Anxiety's insides with the substance. Anxiety lets out a cry, and reaches behind him to grab a pillow, throwing it at King's face out of sheer instinct.

King laughs as it hits him. "What?" he argues, his mustache stretched over his playful smile. "This was the most efficient way to make sure things would go comfortably!"

He pulls the bottle from Anxiety's hole, shakes it (which leaves Anxiety to watch as the bottle's contents are magically refilled) and then turns it upside down, using up the entire bottle once more on lubing up his cock. Anxiety almost believes it to be excess, but watching as King spreads it over his length has Anxiety now doubting if it's even enough.

"King," Anxiety starts, nervousness clear in his voice. But King just shushes him, and squeezes his thigh, rubbing his massive cock against Anxiety's awaiting hole.

"King," Anxiety says again, whimpering the word out. "King, is this- is this-"

"It won't hurt," King assures him. "I'd never hurt you, I promise. And if it does, you tell me, and I'll stop. And if it doesn't, but you're not having fun, I'll stop then as well. Would you like me to stop now?"

Anxiety's eyes shine with brief hesitation, before he's flushing dark and biting his lip as he shakes his head no.

King kisses his ankle as he guides it to wrap around his waist. "Good boy," he soothes, before he very slowly begins to work his cock into the man beneath him.

Anxiety moans loud and pathetically as he feels the tip of King's shaft stretch him open. It's way more inside of him than King's fingers even were, but like King promised, it doesn't hurt. However, Anxiety does wonder if his body will be able to hold the massive length, as he already feels incredibly full while being fully aware King's barely halfway inside of him.

"It's not gonna-" Anxiety stammers, as he watches his thin stomach bulge with King's girth. He sets his shaky hands against his stomach, pressing down on King's cock from the outside, which makes them both groan.

"It will," King responds, not even needing Anxiety to finish. He lowers Anxiety's hips a bit so he can properly get a look at the bump, and lets out a satisfied laugh when he sees it. He presses his own hand down on it, enveloping Anxiety's fingers in his grasp, which has Anxiety gasping and squirming, squeaking out pathetic obscenities as he's filled further and further. And King just keeps pressing his cock deeper and deeper into him.

Anxiety watches the bulge creep up his stomach - past what Logic would say is plausible. He knows they're not real, but even this is a ridiculous stretch! Literally!

Until finally King's entire length is buried deep in him, leaving his hips off the bed and his stomach stretched.

Anxiety's eyes are brimming with pretty tears, his face a deep red. His hair is slick to his head with sweat, and one of his hands is tangled in the sheets, while the other stays trapped beneath King's own.

Whimpering, Anxiety opens his mouth to plead, but no sound comes out. Anything he wants to say dies before it can even come up his throat. Every little bit of him is overwhelmed by the way King feels inside of him, and he can barely comprehend it. Especially when King starts moving; Anxiety barely has time to prepare.

"King," Anxiety moans out, as he feels King's cock shift within him. Every movement King makes feels amplified tenfold to Anxiety, who's body is on the receiving end of each bit of stimulation. Still though, King slowly slides his cock halfway out, which makes Anxiety feel already so much emptier. He can barely brace himself for when King thrusts back in.

He lets out a cry as King shoves his shaft back fully inside of him, with King exhaling sharply at the feeling.

"Deep breath, Anxiety," King guides him, as if sweat isn't rolling down his thick chest, drawing Anxiety's blurry pupils to his attractive midsection. "In, and out." King pulls out a bit again, and then thrusts hard, making Anxiety's body jolt once more. King releases his stomach, but keeps hold of Anxiety's hand, pinning it above Anxiety's head and entwining their fingers. King's massive hand envelops Anxiety's digits, but Anxiety finds himself embarrassingly comforted by the wordless act of affection. "You're doing so well. You're taking my cock so well. It's rather impressive, honestly."

Though Anxiety feels overwhelmed, he can't help but grin at King's words, and pant out "asshole," which has King smiling knowingly.

Assured that Anxiety is at least comfortable enough to joke around, King slips more of his cock out, before thrusting in. He positions a hand on Anxiety's hip to help rock him on his cock, which makes both of them moan.

As Anxiety clenches around him, squeezing his cock from all sides with his small body, King can't help but feel pleasured.

"No person I can summon could possibly feel as good as you do," King grunts, as he watches Anxiety's stomach bulge with each thrust of his cock. "You stretch realistically, you react pathetically; you're the perfect combination of slut and sass to keep me interested."

"You're lucky you're bigger than I am," Anxiety pants out, though he's quickly interrupted by an intense moan that he fails to swallow down, "otherwise your cheek would have a bright red handprint on it right about now."

King squeezes Anxiety's hand, unable to hide his amusement at the comment as he continues fucking into him. He never speeds up past a steady pace - clearly not wanting to overwhelm him - but makes sure he thrusts hard. His thick shaft rubs against Anxiety's prostate, abusing it constantly without even trying. Anxiety's beautifully teary eyed, biting back softer noises but unable to keep the louder ones from escaping his lips, as his body trembles and he cries out. King can even imagine his back arching off the bed if he didn't have a massive cock inside of him weighing him down.

"King," Anxiety whines, barely able to articulate his thoughts. "King-"

"Close already?" King coos, interrupting Anxiety's train of thought. Anxiety gives him an embarrassed glare, but doesn't refute King's words, instead just biting his lips and weakly nodding. King groans as he leans over Anxiety further, pressing their bodies together and making Anxiety feel wonderfully trapped beneath King's hairy stomach. "That's okay. I'm flattered, if anything. Go ahead and come. I'm not done with you yet."

Anxiety tries to meekly protest, though nothing is properly said, and though Anxiety does bitterly try and hold back his orgasm, his cock is being actively stimulated by King's own torso, and his prostate being thrust against truthfully doesn't help in his spiteful endeavor. So despite his embarrassment, Anxiety comes quickly thereafter, with a loud cry spilling from his throat as his head presses back into the fluffy pillows beneath him.

King moans at his display. "God, Anxiety, who knew you'd make such a good toy?" he murmurs, and watches as Anxiety's overstimulated display can do nothing to argue against his words. Instead, Anxiety's eyes fill with shining tears, as his hand clenches hard to King's upper arm, nails digging into the flesh. He needs something to hold onto, and King is more than happy to be scratched by his jagged, bitten nails.

"I shouldn't give you too much credit, though," King is quick to add, as he clarifies "most people are obedient for their king. Who's your king, Anxiety? Am I your king?"

"N-n-"

King thrusts into him rough, promptly shutting up his refutation. "Try again."

"Mm," Anxiety presses his lips into a thin line, turning his head stubbornly to the side. Against King's stomach, his cock twitches, and is rubbed and fucked quickly back to full hardness, still slick with his mess from mere moments ago.

"Say it."

King's breathing speeds as he watches the tears roll rapidly down Anxiety's cheeks. Though Anxiety is attempting to refuse his words, King just can't back down.

"Say it, or I swear I'll leave right now, and won't budge an inch when your desperate, pathetic, needy self comes crawling back to me for the satisfaction you know only I can bring you. Who's your king?"

Anxiety's pupils dart in his direction, his eyes shining with the same lust and neediness that King's sure his own reflect. Both of them want this. Both of them are holding to the other, clinging to them.

"You're-" Anxiety whimpers, letting out an overwhelmed sob as King fucks into his prostate, filling him with his cock, "you're my- my-" he sucks in a shaky breath, and squeezes his eyes shut to avoid meeting King's. "My king."

King moans at his words, and presses the entirety of his body into Anxiety's. "Fuck yes," he breathes, his words barely loud enough for Anxiety to process as their bodies are as close as they can be. He holds Anxiety tightly, gripping him and thrusting into him as if Anxiety was a prized possession, and Anxiety gasps when he feels King's lips on his neck.

Without warning, and while gingerly kissing the flesh of Anxiety's throat where his hands were squeezing earlier, he comes, filling Anxiety's small body with loads of semen.

Anxiety truly feels he might burst. It's shot into him in massive waves, at first just flooding his insides, and then truly beginning to fill it. He's shocked there's even room considering how much space King's own cock takes up, but at the same time can feel streams squirting out his hole, dirtying the mattress. King makes an awfully pathetic noise into Anxiety's ear as he fills him. Anxiety comes too, both from the few, weaker thrusts King does as he rides out his orgasm, and from the feeling of being further stretched open. And then King pulls up, letting them both see the way Anxiety's stomach has bloated with his come, having been inflated without a care in the world.

Anxiety opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out, and instead he raises his trembling head towards King. King pets through his hair, smoothing his sweaty bangs out of his face.

"Good job," he praises, voice soft, in such a genuine manner that Anxiety has to look away in an attempt to hide his blush. "You did such a good job. So good."

King slowly slides his cock out of him, making Anxiety cringe at the feeling of King's semen gushing out of him as well, but King doesn't even comment on it. Instead, he lifts Anxiety's messy body up off the sheets with incredible ease, and tucks him against his chest, a lot sweeter than Anxiety would have expected him to behave.

"I'll run us a bath," King whispers, as he brings them both out of bed. "My tub is more than big enough for both of us. And you can spend the night with me, if you so desire. You'd be a great reason not to get out of bed and keep Thomas awake."

Anxiety flushes, and turns his head away. He gives no response, but doesn't decline all the same, so King decides that if he wants to leave, he may. But for now, he carries him to his massive, conjoined bathroom, and does indeed start the water, which pours from the faucet with bubble soaps and Epsom salts already pre-mixed in (as per the magic-adjacent rules of the imagination). He holds Anxiety intimately as he sits on the tub's ledge, waiting for the bath to fill.

And, well, Anxiety silently decides that maybe spending the night won't be so bad...

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Lunch Visit || csc (m)

"Seungcheol's a busy man, so you decide to bring him lunch. However, you end up staying longer than you planned."

👔 Pairing: ceo!Seungcheol x Reader (afab)

👔 Ratings/Genre/AUs: M(18+); Smut, fluff, office au, established relationship

👔 Warnings: Lots of kithes, fingering, oral (f. rec.), dom!cheol, light breast play, unprotected safe (be safe!), rough sex, also soft sex for 0.5 seconds, dirty talk, creampie, cum play, a sexy pic is sent, desk sex

👔 Word Count: 5.3k

👔 Beta: @playmetheclassics Indigo, you beautiful hooman. Thank you so much for thoroughly looking over this for me! Your comments made me laugh. Please accept my hug *opens arms* 🥰

👔 Author's Note: My first ever svt fic is here!!! I have a handful of svt wips, but I FINALLY got one finished (thank goodness) 😭 I'm really excited to show you all what I've been working on, but for now, here is ceo!cheol hehe. I hope you enjoy.

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The way to Seungcheol’s office was a winding path.

You would think the CEO’s office would be more accessible, but you supposed he was too busy to deal with minuscule issues his subordinates may have. Thus, he needed to be in a secluded area away from everyone. If everyone were to go to him with their problems, he would be working 24/7, if possible. However, it felt like he was working that long now anyway. This was why you found yourself outside the meeting room he was supposedly in—thanks to the receptionist.

Having been told his meeting ended three minutes ago, you pushed open the door without knocking. You figured he was lingering inside because he was gathering his materials before he left. You didn’t expect to be greeted by Seungcheol’s booming voice, sharp and annoyed.

“…have to push back our deadline because they want to change the conditions? Again?! Tell them no. They should’ve gotten their shit toget—Yn?”

Seungcheol stopped in his rant when he finally turned to see you at the door. His eyes immediately took in your not-so-professional attire. You had planned to hang out with a friend soon, but you wanted to drop off food for Seungcheol first.

“Hi, Cheol,” you greeted with a smile, eyes glancing at the room full of employees. You shifted uncomfortably under the stares. Most of them were looking at you with wide eyes. It made sense. You didn’t recognize them and weren’t dressed appropriately to be in the building.

You averted your gaze to Seungcheol and said, “I thought you were done with your meeting.”

Although his eyes softened at seeing you, they were still fierce—body hot from dealing with stupid people all morning.

“I’ll be done soon. Go wait for me in my office,” he instructed and started to walk to you. He dug a hand in his slacks, pulling out his keys and placing them in your palm. He glanced at the bag you were holding but didn’t say anything.

“I have to go soon; I just wanted—”

“Ten minutes, alright?” he said.

“I don’t know if I can wait until then,” you replied.

Seungcheol took a deep breath. He didn’t want to snap at you, but his patience was already too low as it was.

“Five then. Go to my office, alright?” He sighed, gesturing out the door.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You could tell he was trying hard not to be too demanding.

“Fine,” you grumbled and turned around.

Walking to his office, you passed by Wonwoo’s room. You didn’t know him outside of work, but he was always friendly whenever you visited Seungcheol.

This time you knocked, waiting for a response before pushing his ajar door open more.

“Hi, Wonwoo,” you smiled.

He sat behind his desk, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose as his eyes glided across the screens in front of him. He peered up when he heard your voice. He looked surprised to see you.

“Hey Yn, it’s nice to see you,” he replied, pushing away from his desk to give you his full attention. “I think Seungcheol is still in a meeting.”

You pointed in the direction of the meeting room, a small laugh escaping as you replied, “Yeah, I just came from there.”

“Oh,” he said sheepishly.

“I just came to stop by as I wait for him to finish,” you explained.

“You’re welcome to sit,” he said and gestured to the guest chair.

You obliged, setting down the bag and your purse. Like all your conversations, the context was light. Between asking about work updates and his recent lover, you passed the time quickly.

“I thought I told you to wait in my office.”

You snapped your gaze up; the words on your lips died upon hearing Seungcheol’s rigid tone. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with you being here.

Your mouth dipped down. “It’s boring in there alone.”

“Hm,” he paused to look at Wonwoo, “I expect those files to be sent to me within an hour.”

“Hey, don’t be harsh on him, babe. I’m the one that disturbed him,” you said as you stood up with your belongings.

“Which is why I told you to go to—”

“Your office. Yeah, I got it,” you grumbled. You glanced at Wonwoo, giving him an apologetic smile. “I’m glad you’re happier, Wonwoo. Thanks for the chat.”

Wonwoo grinned as he rolled himself closer to his desk. “Thanks, Yn.”

“The files,” Seungcheol reminded Wonwoo. Wonwoo nodded, waving you goodbye when Seungcheol guided you out of the room.

You followed next to him as he walked to his office. The silence was unsettling. Glancing at him briefly, you noticed his jaw was clenched and lips angled downward more than usual.

“Ba—” you started to say.

“Wait until we get inside,” he simply ordered.

You’re not sure what you did wrong besides interrupting his meeting. You understood he was probably stressed, but you didn’t see the mistake as a big deal. If he had taken the lunch prior, he could’ve gotten back to work instead of talking to you.

Once Seungcheol shut and locked his office door, he moved you to his chair while leaning against his desk. You placed your belongings on the floor as he loosened his tie. He then placed his hands behind him on the wooden surface.

“Why are you mad at me?” you pouted, sinking into his comfortable seat.

Seungcheol sighed. “I’m not.”

“You’re acting like you are,” you huffed and furrowed your brows in puzzlement.

“You just came on a bad day,” he explained, hand coming up to rub his temples. “Why did you come anyway? Dressed like that too.”

“Don’t sound so thrilled,” you said sarcastically. “Also, what’s wrong with my outfit?”

“It’s not appropriate here,” he answered, hand falling from his face.

“I didn’t think I had to be dressed in slacks to come to see you,” you argued. He’s never had an issue with your “inappropriate” attire before, so you wondered what changed.

“People were staring,” he muttered, lips returning to a frown.

You chuckled silently in realization. “My little jealous baby,” you cooed.

“I’m not,” he fussed.

“Oh, that’s good then. I’m going to meet Jun once I leave by the way,” you said.

Seungcheol narrowed his eyes. “Why?”

“Because he’s my friend,” you giggled, seeing his change in demeanor. “I’m actually probably late, so I should get going.”

Seungcheol reached down to pull you up and into a hug before you could leave. You smiled, knowing he was definitely hiding his jealousy. Your arms slid under his suit jacket, and you began to rub his back.

“Don’t go,” Seungcheol mumbled into your neck. “I’m sorry I was rude to you.”

“I’m not going to spite you, Cheol. I had already planned to see him. I just wanted to drop by to give you lunch before I went,” you explained. “I know you’ve been busy.”

You enjoyed teasing him, but you didn’t want him to think you were doing something to upset him purposely.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

You stayed silent for a moment as you felt his body gradually relax in your hold. When you felt he had calmed down, you slowly pulled away enough to see his face. You offered a small smile, tucking the hair that was in his face behind his ear. You let your hand rest on his cheek after.

“Do you forgive me?” he questioned.

“You can make up for being mean to me,” you suggested softly.

“How?” he asked, hands gripping your waist firmly so you couldn’t move too far.

You pretended to think, eyes raising to the ceiling momentarily as you thought.

“Five kisses,” you finally said.

“Only five?” Seungcheol asked playfully. You smiled at hearing his light tone. You were glad he was happier, even if it was just for now.

“Depends how good they are,” you said and leaned forward. His lips were a few inches from yours.

“They’re always good,” he scoffed lightly.

“Let me be the judge of that.”

You pressed your lips against his gently. However, Seungcheol was too anxious to go slow. He pressed you flush against him as he slipped his tongue between your lips.

He switched your positions, so you were against his desk. Your hands went down his back before landing on his ass. You gave him a mischievous squeeze that had him biting your lip in return. You giggled as you pulled away.

“We’re going to be here a long time if you kiss me like that, Cheollie,” you said. “You have four more to go.”

Seungcheol lifted you onto his desk, hands resting on the surface so he could lean closer. “That was my last meeting of the day. I’m all yours, baby.”

He kissed you again, but you pulled away before he could deepen it.

“I don’t believe you,” you replied. Hearing how annoyed he sounded earlier, you felt he had things to tend to today.

Seungcheol smirked, a small sigh leaving his mouth. “Always so smart.”

He gave you a quick peck before moving away to type something on his computer that resided on the adjacent part of his desk. While he did this, you pulled your phone out to text Jun that you’d be running late.

“There,” he announced and put his computer to sleep. “Now, I’m free.”

You set your phone down, arms coming up to hook around his neck when he returned. “Two more.”

“Two?” he asked, confused, while putting his hands on your hips.

“You just gave me another one, so yes, two.”

“That wasn’t even a kiss,” Seungcheol said, words dragging out.

“I still counted it. Two more kisses, then I’ll let you get back to work.“

“We’ll see about that,” he muttered before crashing his mouth on yours.

Smiling into the kiss, you wrapped your legs around his hips. Seungcheol’s hands rubbed your sides. His thumbs brushed against the underside of your breasts each time, making you yearn for his touch more.

You tore away from him, breathing a little heavier. He stared at you with hooded eyes.

“You’re slowly being forgiven,” you teased.

He raised a brow at you. “So, you admit my kisses are good?”

You laughed at his tone, finding him cute despite his slight smugness.

“I think I need one more to know,” you replied.

Seungcheol gave you another kiss, tongue pushing past your lips quickly as he made out with you fervently.

“Okay,” you giggled when he pulled away. “They’re good.”

“You were just being complicated,” he huffed. Your gaze glanced down at his swollen lips and then to his eyes. He was watching you closely, chest rising and falling quicker than usual. You really were lucky to have him.

“Maybe,” you smiled. “That was five, lover boy. Now, get back to work.”

You placed a hand on his chest to move him away, but he stayed still. You tilted your head at him.

“Move, Cheol,” you said in case he didn’t understand that you meant now.

Seungcheol shook his head, a hand sliding down your body until it was nestled between your legs.

“I’m not done with you, baby,” he growled lowly.

Your mouth fell open in a gasp when he started to circle your clit. Seungcheol leaned down to press open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Your hands moved to clutch his sides, pulling him closer as you spread your legs to accommodate him.

“I thought you s-said we couldn’t do this here anymore,” you stammered, a small smirk on your mouth when he tugged down your shorts.

He pulled away from your neck to mutter in your ear, “No, I said you couldn’t be so fucking loud.”

As soon as your shorts and underwear were on the floor, he kneeled. His hands gripped your thighs and shifted you closer to the edge of his desk. One of your hands immediately went to his hair, clutching it and pushing his face toward you. His tongue glided along your slit before his mouth connected with your clit.

Seungcheol gave you a pointed look and slowed his ministrations when you moaned a little too loud. You bit your lip in response since you didn’t want him to stop.

Once you quieted down, Seungcheol continued. His tongue lapped at your arousal, eyes closing briefly as he savored your taste.

You watched him in awe. You loved seeing how enthused he was whenever he was between your legs.

“This isn’t what I meant when I said I brought you lunch,” you quipped.

Seungcheol flattened his tongue, slowly gathering your slick before he stood up. He made a show of swallowing, and you shook your head playfully at his act.

“Maybe not, but I’m enjoying my meal very much,” he murmured. He slid his fingers between your folds, coating them in your wetness before pushing one inside. “You taste so good, baby.”

As a small moan slipped from your mouth, you shifted your hands down to his slacks. You unbuckled his belt quickly.

“Yeah?” you asked, feeling an odd sense of pride at the compliment.

He nodded as he chuckled and put another finger inside. He pumped them slowly. You whined at the slight stretch, needing to feel his cock instead. You pushed down his zipper and moved his pants and underwear out of the way. Your walls squeezed around his fingers at the sight of him. You reached out to spread his pre-cum before slowly rubbing his shaft.

“M-maybe you can bring me lunch again next week,” he mumbled, trying to keep his focus on your words rather than your hand.

“I can do that,” you smiled.

He grinned back and pressed his lips on yours again. His fingers started to move quicker, causing you to moan into the kiss. Seungcheol smirked, added another finger, and continued his fast movements. You were so focused on his hand that you had to pull away from the kiss to cry out, your hand pausing on him.

Seungcheol was quick to press his other hand on your mouth, muffling your moans as he gradually decreased his speed. He pulled his fingers from you but kept his hand against your face. His other hand gently took your hand off his cock.

“You’re gonna stay quiet for me, or else I’ll send you on your way out without cumming,” he threatened lowly.

You answered back, but it wasn’t very clear. He moved his hand and nodded for you to repeat.

“But you like it when I’m loud,” you whined.

“Today, I just want to have you all to myself. I want to be the only one who hears you,” he explained, hands trailing down to the top of your off-the-shoulder blouse. He tugged it down until just your bra was exposed. It had your arm movements restricted; raising them too much would push the material back up.

You started to pull your arms out, so you could move better, but Seungcheol stopped you.

“I like you like this,” he said. His hands tugged down the top of your bra, a small smirk forming on his lips when your breasts were freed from their confinements. “So beautiful.”

Seungcheol shifted a few objects on his desk before carefully laying you down on his desk. He didn’t bother undressing as he situated himself between your legs, length in hand. You attempted to prop your feet on the desk but had little trouble finding your footing.

“Here,” he said and guided your legs around him instead.

Your face heated at his readjustments. “T-thanks.”

Seungcheol smiled at you, kind and loving as if you had just said something precious to him. He aligned his tip at your entrance and leaned over you. It had his tip pushing into your entrance. You whined at the feeling, moving your hips in hopes of feeling more. However, he stayed put.

Seungcheol slid a hand behind your neck and gently lifted you slightly. He moved his face so it was mere inches from yours. Your elbows rested on the surface to be more balanced.

“I love you,” he murmured.

A grin broke out on your face. “I love you.”

He gave you a sweet kiss as he gradually sank into your heat. The feel of his cock filling you up had you tightening your legs around his waist. Seungcheol let you push him closer, deeper; his groan got lost in your mouth.

Slowly, he started to rock into you. The kiss grew sloppy with each snap of his hips. Eventually, he broke it off, mouth ajar as he basked in how you fit so well around him.

“C-Cheol,” you whimpered, hands finding a hold on his wrists that were within reach.

He stared down at you while he started to speed up. There was a thin coat of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. He adjusted himself, so he could move deeper. The position had him hitting a particular spot that made you moan loudly.

For the second time, Seungcheol covered your mouth to silence your sounds.

“You don’t listen, do you?” he asked. However, his hips suddenly slammed into yours. It had you crying out again. The smirk on his face told you it was purposeful; he wanted to hear you be noisy despite his words. His other hand moved to grip one of your breasts. Your hands moved to hold onto your shirt, needing to hold onto something.

“No one listens to me,” he huffed, suddenly recalling the events from earlier. He had been trying to close a deal for five months, but each time he tried to finalize everything, the other person would change the conditions. He was tired of going back and forth. Not to mention, some of his veteran employees have been making rookie mistakes lately. He was just fed up.

You moaned into Seungcheol’s hand when he squeezed your breast harshly. He bowed his head, hips snapping at a brutal pace. His mind was consumed with all the annoyance bottled up in him the past few weeks. He needed to let go of his frustrations. He was tired of everything going wrong around him.

Except for you. You always treated him right.

Seungcheol slowed down once he realized how rough he had been. He moved his hand from your face, eyes searching yours.

“S-sorry,” he breathed heavily. “Are you okay?”

Although you felt sore from where his skin was hitting yours, you were fine.

“Yes,” you replied. However, you grew worried for him. Seungcheol has been rough with you before, but this time felt different.

“Are you okay?” you questioned.

Seungcheol sighed, resting his head against your chest as he held you close. You moved your hands to caress his head; you didn’t care that your shirt had risen because of it.

“Is it about work?” you asked.

“I just need this deal to go through. It’s been going on for months,” he complained.

You petted his head soothingly. “Maybe you should find another place if they’re difficult.”

“I can’t. This place will benefit us greatly.”

“Hold in there then, babe. Hopefully, they’ll come around. If not, I know you’ll still be successful without them,” you tried to reassure. You didn’t completely understand all his business practices, but you knew you hated seeing him so upset.

Seungcheol lifted his head to look at you. “Because I have you.”

You giggled softly and cupped his cheeks. You gave them a subtle squish that had Seungcheol whine.

“No, because you’re really smart and hard-working.”

“But you motivate me to do better,” he replied.

Smiling, “You do too, Cheollie.”

“I like when you call me that,” he confessed quietly and leaned down.

“I know,” you murmured, raising your head to meet him for a kiss. You felt his lips spread into a grin.

He steadily began to roll his hips again. This time his pace was gentler. He pulled away and moved onto his hands again, eyes briefly glancing down where he slid into you and then to your face again. Seungcheol’s brows were drawn together in concentration.

Your hands moved to his forearms and said, “You can go faster. I’m okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he replied with a shake of his head.

“You won’t. I’ll tell you if you are, alright?” you reassured.

He stared at you for a moment, hips faltering. “You promise?”

“Yes,” you said.

Seungcheol nodded. You were anticipating him to pick up where he left off, but instead, he slipped out of you. Your legs unhooked from around him, and you sat up. You looked at him confused. You could already feel how sore you’d be after this was all done.

He peeled off his jacket and tossed it to the floor, spreading it out before turning to you. His arms wrapped around you and lifted you off his desk.

“Oh,” you said, surprised, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Seungcheol carefully laid you back on his jacket on the floor.

“Better?” he asked as he settled between your legs.

You had to admit your legs were aching at having been in the same position for a while. Although the carpet wasn’t as plush as you’d like, it felt better than the hard surface of his desk. You figured he could’ve put you in his chair, but it was nice to have more room.

“Yes, thank you,” you said.

“I think I should get a couch in here soon,” he replied after a glance around his office.

There was a table and chairs in the corner for private meetings. He had bookcases and file cabinets along the wall that took up most of his space. However, there was an empty corner he could furnish.

You laughed lightly. “I think that’d be a good investment.”

“It’d make you want to visit more,” he commented.

“And what’s wrong with that?” you scoffed half-heartedly.

Seungcheol smirked. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re very distracting.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep it in your pants,” you joked.

“Oh?” he asked, suppressing a laugh.

You gave him a challenging look. It had Seungcheol laughing at your cute expression.

“I guess you’re right,” he said. “You’re just too beautiful and mine not to fuck dumb.”

“I-I don’t become dumb,” you argued weakly.

“Should we find that out now?” he asked, rubbing the tip of his cock along your dripping folds.

Your hips jerked slightly when he grazed your clit.

“Buy me a new pair of shoes if you lose,” you forced out. You tried not to focus on how he was pushing into you slightly before pulling away.

“Oh, we’re betting on this? Alright. You have to buy me a new watch,” he bargained.

You rolled your eyes. “You have like five different ones already.”

“And it’ll be six soon,” he smiled smugly.

“You don’t know that.”

“Baby, yes, I do,” he chuckled confidently.

You opened your mouth to retaliate, but what came out instead was a gasp.

Seungcheol had pushed into your core abruptly. He wasn’t as abrasive as before, but he was quicker than a few minutes ago. He stared down, his eyes watching as his cock disappeared into your body. He loved seeing how stuffed he made you.

Suddenly his finger was on your clit, rubbing harsh circles that had you moaning his name and gripping the carpet.

“Always so good for me,” he praised. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

You nodded, walls clenching at his words. He sucked in a breath at the feeling but didn’t let that distract him. He wanted to see you babbling; he wanted to see your eyes roll back. He moved his hand and grabbed the back of your thighs. He moved them to your chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable position due to the not-so-soft ground, but your only thought was chasing your high.

“Fuck, C-Cheol,” you rasped at the deeper feeling. Your head leaned back as he thrust swiftly.

Seungcheol quickly shoved down your top again, fixing it so he could see how your beasts bounced with each snap of his hips. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening the longer he fucked into you.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel,” he grunted.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered. “Feels so—Hmph!—good. Love your c-cock.”

Seungcheol couldn’t stop the smirk on his face. He was pleased to see how easy it was to get you to fall apart.

“Wanna come for me, angel?” he panted, feeling his own climax approaching.

“Please!” you begged.

“Go ahead,” he said.

Seungcheol moved his hips a little harder, a litter faster, until your legs were trembling, and his hips were stuttering. He cursed out your name when he came. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he spilled himself in your cunt.

The sounds of panting filled the room while you both eased down from your orgasms.

“I think I won,” Seungcheol gloated between breaths.

“Whatever,” you huffed in jest, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it.

He smiled, leaning down to peck your lips before carefully pulling out and standing up. You stayed on the floor, tired. You could feel his cum begin to leak out of you and onto his jacket.

Seungcheol came back within seconds and guided your legs into your panties and shorts again. He slid them up your legs; however, before he fully dressed you, he gathered his cum on his fingers and shoved it back in. You mewled at the sensation but didn’t push him away.

Once he was done, he slid your clothes on.

“Keep my cum in you when you visit that friend of yours, baby,” he instructed.

Your eyes widened at realizing the intentions of his previous actions.

“O-okay,” you agreed, face heating at the thought of leaving with his seed pooling in your panties. He smiled, happy to hear that, then helped you to your feet. Seungcheol spotted a faint stain on his jacket, but he didn’t care. He plucked the clothing item from the floor and put it in his chair.

“I would make you stay longer, but you got a watch to buy me,” he said, a cocky grin on his face.

You glared at him as you fixed your top. Seungcheol just raised an eyebrow challengingly while he tucked himself back in his pants. He fixed his tie and smoothed down his shirt.

“Do you have a particular one in mind?” you asked, reaching toward him to fix his messy hair.

“Surprise me,” he shrugged. His smirk had turned into a kind smile at your gesture, his dimples showing.

When you pulled away, you poked them mirthfully. It wasn’t your first time doing so, so Seungcheol just smiled more.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out,” he said and grabbed your purse. You thanked him, taking it and following him out of his office. Some people stared at you both as you passed but quickly averted their eyes when you caught their gaze.

“I think you might get some questions,” you told Seungcheol in the elevator.

Seungcheol glanced at you, hand in yours. “Next time, I’ll have to gag you.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Cheollie,” you purred and angled your body, so it was against his more. He chuckled and gave your forehead a kiss.

“I’ll get that couch ordered today,” he informed.

“Today? You’re eager for more lunch visits?” you asked.

“Perhaps,” he grinned. “But I want you to have a more comfortable place to rest when you come over anyway. You don’t look comfy when you’re napping at the table.”

You shrugged. He was right, but you weren’t going to complain when all you wanted to do was spend time with him—even when you were catching some z’s.

“I don’t mind,” you replied.

“I do, though,” he said, a little sternly to let you know he wasn’t going to change his mind.

When the elevator dinged your arrival, you moved away from him. He kept his hands in yours, not bothering to show a little PDA in his own building.

“Will you call me when you get home?” he asked once he stood near the door.

“Of course. Don’t stay here too long, okay? You’ve been here too much lately,” you frowned, staring at him with pleading eyes.

He sighed and gave you a sympathetic look. “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll be there early tonight, baby.”

“You better,” you grumbled. “Or else the watch will be mine.”

Seungcheol chuckled and nodded. “Noted. Drive safely.”

“I will. Can I give you a quick kiss?” you asked. You knew he wanted to keep the PDA at a minimum, and you wanted to respect his wishes.

Seungcheol glanced around quickly, seeing only a few people wandering the lobby.

“Okay,” he said.

You smiled and pressed your mouth against his. You let it linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

“See you at home, Cheollie,” you said.

“See you then,” he replied. You turned, but before you could take a step, you felt his hand lightly hit your ass.

You turned, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Remember what I said?” he asked.

You ducked your head down at his question. You could already feel his cum starting to slowly seep out of your pussy. “Yes.”

“Good,” he smirked and started to walk backward. “Bye, beautiful.”

You huffed at his audacity, waving at him with a playful glare before exiting the building.

Needless to say, you were extremely late meeting Jun. You simply said you got caught up in traffic going to and from Seungcheol’s office. Jun was hesitant about if he believed you, but he let it go. At some point, you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom when you felt Seungcheol’s cum leak from your panties. Your walls clenched around nothing, unintentionally pushing more of his seed out as your saw how ruined your underwear was. You weren’t going to send Seungcheol a picture at first, but you wanted to show him the mess he made.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] my messy baby

Cheollie 🥵 [3:31] i’ll make a mess out of u again tonight if u let me

You [3:32] you def better be home early tonight then.

Cheollie 🥵 [3:34] 😉

You hastily cleaned yourself up, heart beating quickly with anticipation for tonight.

You hung out with Jun for another half an hour before you left. On your way home, you stopped by a candy store. Seungcheol wanted a watch, but he never specified what kind of watch. You had planned to buy him an actual one, but then recalled the edible watches you had seen as a kid. You’d buy him a real watch later. You just wanted to play with him first.

Seungcheol came home early as promised. It was peaceful for two minutes before he was pushing you against the wall, telling you how you had gotten him hard again. Thankfully, he was in an online meeting, so no one could see his growing bulge. However, the rest of the day was filled with mental images of you both in compromising positions.

You weren’t able to give him his watch until the next day, but when you presented it to him, he doubled over laughing. It was a sound you adored hearing, and you were so grateful you were the cause of it. You thought he’d eat it, however, he wore it to work that day. Something about how he wanted to have something to remember you by. It was just a plus he could have a few nibbles as a snack throughout the day. He got funny looks and a few questions about it, but he didn’t mind. He loved having anything you bought him. Even if it was just a silly candy watch.

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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years ago

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resonance

summary: eren's fed up with the lingering stares, the much-too-friendly smiles, the way your face lights up when you make eye contact with him. he's tired of this stupid little game of cat and mouse. he needs to know where you stand.

pairing: eren jaeger x m!reader

tags: smut, everyone is 18+, dubcon(?), eren's a jerk and kinda toxic <3, amab reader, pet names (pretty boy), blowjob, hair pulling, throat fucking, swallowing, fucking in a car, possessive behavior

wc: 1.4k

18+ only | minors do not interact

His hands -- they felt oddly gentle, you thought, even as one of them circled your bicep and dragged you along.

Eren walked with purpose. His expression was stern and hard to read, the air around him felt thick, but you followed as well as you could, even with your feet tripping up under you.

"What are you doing?" Eren said. Even in the low light, you felt a little exposed under his stare.

"What?"

"You fucking-- you--" his voice rose involuntarily, and Eren groaned. He suddenly decided that simply dragging you away from your friends' get-together wasn't enough. Ripping open the car door, he pushed you inside with those strong-yet-gentle hands from earlier.

Within the privacy of the vehicle, behind those tinted windows, Eren urged his knee between your legs and began to crawl inside, hovering over you in your half-laid position. You scooted yourself backwards, moving until your back was once again pressed against his car door.

Only this time, nobody could see the two of you.

You'd never felt scared of Eren. You didn't then, either, watching with confusion as he shut the door behind him.

"Dude, what's your problem?" You asked, words starting to lose the playful edge from before. Eren groaned again and scrubbed a hand down his face.

"You're my fucking problem. You're always fuckin' lookin' at me like that, always laughing at everything I say," he started crawling toward you again, and you pried your eyes away from his face, growing more nervous. The veins in his forearms seemed more prominent than ever. They were a pleasant distraction. "So, what's the deal? What are you doing?"

If you didn't know better, you'd think Eren was actually angry with you. But something about how his leg pressed into your sweatpants told you differently. "It's called being friends, Eren." You replied, trying to keep your voice even.

"Bullshit."

He leaned further, pressing harder into your center. Eren's scowling face was getting closer and closer and soon enough you couldn't think past the smell of his cologne, past the feeling of his hand slamming onto the window next to your cheek.

"You don't laugh at Jean like that. You don't look at Armin like that." He gripped your jaw with his free hand, forcing your gaze forward, "look at me."

Your entire body lit aflame all at once -- Eren's breath ghosted across your face, his half-lidded eyes bore into you, his fingers dug into your cheeks and forced a little pout from your lips. All this, with his knee pressed against your half-hard dick. The corners of his lips twitched up in a self-satisfied smirk.

Eren chuckled, the sound feeling rumbly in the tiny space between you both. He shifted his weight and leaned back, bringing his hand down to grip you through your sweats -- embarrassingly enough, you gave him exactly what he wanted in the form of your breath catching audibly in your throat.

"Eren--" you started at once, springing up, but the brunette stopped you. In perhaps the most surprising few moments of the night, Eren leaned in again, and pressed his forehead against yours. The stern gaze never wavered, never losing any of the fire behind it, even as your noses brushed together and your heartbeat jumped between you both.

"Tell me you don't want this." He said, his palm working against your hardening cock slowly, "tell me I'm wrong, and I'll stop."

You didn't say anything. What could you say, anyway? He wasn't wrong. You just didn't know you were so obvious about it.

So, with your throat tight and blood rushing in your ears, you kissed him.

Turns out there was a lot you misjudged about Eren, but your years of friendship awarded you the knowledge that he was a rough sort of guy -- it only made sense that his hand would be knotted against your scalp, urging your wet lips across the smooth skin of his dickhead. Warm precum mixed itself with your spit. He groaned deliciously once you darted your tongue out to lap up the mess. "Fuck," Eren almost whined, "put it in your mouth already."

You managed a playful look at him from between his muscular thighs. "Someone's eager."

Eren smacked his cock against your cheek. "Says the one about to suck my-- oh fuck--"

He threw his head back, abandoning the comeback as soon as your lips smoothed over him. You slid your tongue around in dizzying patterns, working Eren's cockhead to the back of your throat, partly out of spite for his attitude, and partly because it was so fucking hot to watch him writhe like this.

Eren tightened his hold on you, peering down with a pinched expression and a clenched jaw, drinking in the view of his dick sliding in and out from between your lips.

Intoxicating, would be one word for the little world you two were lost in inside Eren's sleek black car.

He gripped your hair harder, guiding you up and down his shaft as freely as you'd let him. The air grew thicker with all his pants, with every mumbled curse and every twitch of his thighs -- you found yourself closing your eyes, relaxing your throat, and letting him use you however he wanted while you kneaded your own dick beneath your waistband.

"Fuckin' knew it, knew you wanted my cock," Eren groaned, fucking into your mouth with new fervor. He watched you squeeze your hardened dick, watched your eyes close impossibly tighter with his nasty words. "How many times you jerk off thinkin' about me? Thinkin' about my dick in your throat?"

You whined -- both the sound and the vibrations made Eren shudder.

"Fuck-- take it, pretty boy," he grumbled, his muscles tensing, "so fuckin' good at suckin' me off."

Mind in shambles, you couldn't help but pry your eyes open to gaze up at his gorgeous face, some sweat gathered along his forehead from your shared body heat. Eren stared down at you with hazy eyes. You rutted against your own hand, fucking desperately into it while your friend fucked just as desperately into your mouth.

His thighs clenched around you, his abs tensed beneath the palm you laid across them. "M' gonna cum," Eren groaned, "gonna cum down your throat-- a-ah," he continued breathlessly, pushing your head down as far as he could, until your nose pressed against the fine dark hairs along his pelvis.

You let your eyes slide shut again, trying to relax as much as you could, but your jaw ached, your throat squeezed, tears sprang forward involuntarily. Eren's dick pulsed in your mouth as he came. His moans spilled out of his lips so brokenly, if you weren't in such a hormonal daze, you would've wondered how long he waited for a moment like this.

When you're finally able to pull yourself off of his length, Eren lets his hand slide down from your scalp, to cup your cheek. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. The impossibly hard gaze he'd pinned on you all night suddenly felt much softer around the edges, almost longing in the way he looked down at you. A rough thumb swept away some moisture from the corner of your swollen lips.

"Fuck, you did so good," Eren breathed, watching you dip your head down and rest your forehead against his inner thigh. You continued stroking your own cock as he praised you, a little groan leaking out against his clammy skin. He ran his long fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine, so gentle and delicate compared to the rough way he held you just seconds prior.

"Let me take care of you."

#attack on titan #aot #eren jaeger x m!reader #eren x m!reader #eren jaeger #male reader #aot x male reader #hehehe <3

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thegeminisage · 4 months ago

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I have to know about the dead beat ghost of George Kirk, that lit my brain up. Also Spock on Spock violence either/or. both even?

BOTH IS GOOD. tysm. this got so long don't worry about reading this entire answer lol <3

ok, so, spock on spock violence is a fanfic i conceived when i was deep in the throes of trek last autumn. but i had to wait until i had watched EVERYTHING with nimoy's spock in it before i could begin working on it, and by the time i got there, the steam sort of ran out of my engines. so i'm not sure if it'll ever get done at this point, especially considering i sort of veered back into working on something else. anyway, to general concept of this is - while it's very sweet that in the movies and in real life quinto spock and nimoy spock are friends, it's also. love and light. a little boring. i think that really, spock is an individual who is in many ways at war with himself, and when asked the age-old question "would you fight your clone or fuck him?" would unequivocally choose FIGHT every time

the very basic plot of the fic (which is really just a flimsy excuse for spock and spock to be petty cut-throat bitches at each other) is that post stid quinto spock has been traumatized by 1. the death of his mother 2. the death of his planet 3. the death of his boyfriend (hi, jim) and he's decided to break up with jim and do a kohlinahr so he doesn't have to feel grief anymore (and, with his longer vulcan lifespan, never has to watch jim die) because this shit is killing him. jim thinks this is stupid and nimoy spock also thinks this is stupid so nimoy spock and quinto spock spend a great deal of time hurling insults at one another about it.

there is also a side plot that very vaguely cribs from the tos episode "what are little girls made of?" wherein people are getting replaced by androids, and at one point, quinto spock is tempted by a jim android, because, after all:

an android jim never has to suffer! he never has to die! spock could have and love his boyfriend FOREVER AND EVER and never have to fear the pain of loss ever again! that will totally work and fix everything with absolutely zero problems, right?

since i don't actually have any prose written for this yet, i will provide an excerpt from my notes, edited slightly for clarity:

to quinto spock, nimoy spock is a living example of his every failure and his worst fears. he gave up the good fight against his own internal humanity, he TOOK A HUMAN MATE (gross!), and he allowed/indirectly caused vulcan to be destroyed. nimoy spock, old and at the end of his life, has no one. he's been mourning his jim for longer than they were ever together. the only thing he knows is the unbearable pain of grief. quinto spock fears this kind of pain more than anything. he thinks he is seeing his own future and he is desperate to prevent it via any means possible, even the kolinahr - this timeline can be different, right?

to nimoy spock, quinto spock is a living example of the very worst and most cowardly parts of himself, and wastes all the precious opportunities he has - he makes nimoy spock sick with envy. quinto spock has SO many years left to spend with jim and he's going to WASTE them just because he's afraid of what life will be like without him. worse, he's hurting the person nimoy spock loved most by pushing him away, and it's all his own (nimoy spock's) fault because vulcan was kind of his bad. by allowing vulcan to be destroyed he has ruined not only his future, but also his past. quinto spock is destroying himself from the inside over his misguided prejudice over his own humanity, and his internalized xenophobia or whatever, and he's too young and too stupid to see that the only way to get through it is to GO through it, and he won't listen to the one person he should trust above all others (himself) because he HATES HIMSELF, that's his/their whole problem

like, imagine your entire deal is self-loathing and an abject refusal to accept both halves of your extremely internally conflicted being. and then suddenly there's another version of yourself who can stand next to you, who can be blamed and yelled at (possibly punched?), who is somehow doing an EVEN WORSE JOB at being you than you already are!!!!! you have to watch this other you make mistakes so massive even YOU wouldn't do them and you guys are supposed to NOT fight somehow??

ultimately, this is a fic about confronting grief and pain rather than running away from it, but it also morphed into a kind of fix-it for generations (the movie where kirk bites it in the most underwhelming death scene ever) which turned it into a very full project because those two things are a bit at odds with each other, so i had to reoutline it, but the outline IS all ready to go, i just...haven't gotten around to it yet because i'm working on the other project. i haven't given up on it though!!!

deadbeat ghost of george kirk is essentially a story about how completely useless it is to have a ghost for a dad. not a literal ghost, it's not that kind of story, but despite how affecting the opening of the 2009 movie is, we have to contend with the sad reality that if you grow up without a dad there is a high risk of simply becoming chris pine's kirk. like, that's why he's like that, right? hard truths. i only have about 800 words of this and it's quite likely it will never be finished or posted, but every time someone says something horrible to me in real life about my dead dad (happens more often than you think) i add another rage-fueled paragraph. an excerpt (content warning for child abuse and suicidal ideation):

What's so heroic about it, anyway? Jim's dad didn't die to save eight hundred lives; he died to save two, and counted the other seven hundred ninety-eight as a happy bonus. And what became of those two people? His mother a chronically offworld functional alcoholic, married to a chronically on-world nonfunctional alcoholic, whose favorite hobby is hitting his wife's sons with his belt and whose second favorite hobby is seeing which bones he can break with his steel-toed boots. Jim himself, sent to the hell that was Tarsus IV for driving a car off a cliff, who at eleven years old had already been jaded enough to consider just going off the cliff with it. Would George Kirk do it again the same way, if he could somehow know how the world turned without him in it? Would he think it was a fair trade? Either the answer is no and he was an idiot who threw away his life for nothing, or the answer is yes and he was an asshole. Either way, it hardly amounts to heroism. What good is a dead father to anybody? They can't turn up at the school play or the track meets. They can't teach you to tie a tie or throw a punch at bullies or slip you your first beer or bring you birthday gifts. You can't give a Father's Day card to an empty grave, not if you're saying anything true. All the cards say things like Thanks for being there for me, Dad!, and all Jim knows about his father is that there is the one place he wasn't. See, Jim has been in space, which is quite literally the absence of everything. He's also been on Tarsus IV, a planet where people got so hungry they started hacking limbs off of corpses to soothe the absolute absence of food in their stomach. And yet, for all that, the absence of George Kirk is the keenest absence he's ever known.

let people send you an ask with the WIP title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

#liz answers asks #strewb #star trek blogging #liz loves writing #rough drafts #ASK MEMES #normally i'd tag these fics individually but i don't have a tag for either of them so this will have to do

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oklotea · 1 year ago

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Most of the head canons I have for the bounty hunter/sub genre trolls are character focused!!!! Like,, maybe I'll have ideas for the individual characters' back stories but less so world building ideas, so I find the headcanons you and your friend make very interesting!!!!!!

My ideal bounty hunter story is... Honestly just a 30 minute or so special focusing on, at the start, their dynamics between one another, and their familiarity with each other, that often imply a deeper past with one another, only for by the end all of it being revealed, and we finally get a clear understanding of what the deal is with this group of misfits.

It isn't a very developed concept for an actual special, but, it's the basis of why I love these side characters so much! And its what's in the center of my thought process when drawing them!!!!

I LOVE THE STORY PITCH IDEA YOU WROTE IN THE TAGS. I CAN TOTALLY IMAGINE IT BECOMING AN ACTUAL SPECIAL THAT CAN ATTEMPT TO PROPERLY GIVE THE SUBGENRE TROLLS A SATISFYING CONCLUSION!!!!! I just hope we spend enough time with the bounty hunter trolls, who represent these subgenre trolls, to make us care about them, cause I think that's a given

AGHHHH I NEED TO DRAW AGAINNNN

Sooooo I haven't moved on from the trolls world tour bounty hunters.

The reggaeton trolls and their really cool designs and music....

Hickory and Dickory's entire thing with playing the long haul in trying to get close to poppy to steal her string.......

THE KPOP TROLLS AND THEIR MISSED POTENTIAL AND AND THEIR DESIGNS AND THEY'RE REALLY CUTE AND LOVELY

And CHAZ THE FUCKING SMOOTH JAZZ TROLL!??!??!??!?! need I say more. I mean just look at him.

I am going to start. A fandom. Surrounding these guys. Just watch me.

They are so silly and I love them

#trolls #tea personal #I HAVE ANOTHER IDEA FOR A BOUNTY HUNTER CENTRIC AND ITS REALLY GOOFY BUT BARE WITH ME HERE #it is VERY MUCH a continuation of band together. and it focuses on the bounty hunters.... and a newly released from jail Veneer #veneer has no idea what to do with his life after jail without velvet because she had always made the plans #and he is overwhelmed with this new found freedom.#but he knows deep in his heart that he wants to be a performer. only this time he's gonna reach stardom completely fair and square.#but he has no idea where to start #SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING HAPPENS. AND THE BOUNTY HUNTERS #HICKORY DICKORY THE REGGAETON TROLLS THE KPOP GANG AND A FLOATING RED HAIRED GOD..... bump into veneer #we find out that they had come together to make a deal with veneer.#with their talent and their experience in performing and working hard in perfecting their craft #they were going to teach veneer how to sing and have a stage presence #and in return.... veneer was going to get all of them into the industry.#yeah. after realizing #with all the major troll tribes believing there are no more problems to be fixed #they have evidently once again #properly pushed the subgenre trolls away to the very back of their minds.#and so the bounty hunters move to the gigantic capitalist hellscape that is mount rageous. in hopes they would find alternative choices than #the ones given to them by the trolls #after thinking about it for a while veneer agrees to that arrangement. shenanigans ensue.#characters show their fondness and disdain towards eachother. a bit of implied world building with the bounty hunters being celebrities on #magazine covers in which their fame comes from their multiple crimes and their style.. also they are all hot in troll standards #THEY LITERALLY FEATURE ON A MAGAZINE CALLED BOUNTY HUNTER WEEKLY?!?!!!!#sighhhh gomdori and baby bun binge read all the columns featuring any of the other main bounty hunters we know of and giggle and gag over it #JUST!!!! REALLY FUN TIME!!!! until the end.#i haven't decided wether veneer ends up betraying his side of the deal #or veneer gets too controlled and pressured by the bounty hunter mentors on what kind of performer he needs to become #realizing they are becoming more and more similar to velvet. and then breaking down #thats the end of tags lemme know if you wanna know how this ends (i also dont really know yet LMAO)

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pagodazz · 10 months ago

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Noah Maxwell hcs

for @freezingmcxn

I unprivated my Noah playlist just for this

(I honestly didn't know what kind of music to add for him. so I don't know if this will be him much at all)

One thing I can say for SURE is that I do not have the same kind of hcs for him as I do for everyone else, in fact his are very very angst oriented. so.

Tw for drug and alcohol abuse and shit (bc TT just acts like he doesn't have a problem, when bros literally an addict & alcoholic)

but I'm no where as attached to him like I am attaching to other characters so I cannot promise accuracy

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Noah is the kind of guy that would sit in bed all day and wait for other people to reach out to him before be makes any attempt to reach out to them, because honestly, I don't think Noah will think of other people when he's alone. He's too focused on whatever he's dealing with to stop and make time for others unless they demand it from him.

He doesn't exactly mean to do it to be rude, he just genuinely seems to forget other people even exist when he's alone. Unless it's Milo or Kevin, sometimes he'll forget them, but they're usually people he keeps in contact with most, so it's hard to push them out of his memory. his excessive drinking and drug use also is no help with his memory, and neither is the collective.

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I think Noah often lays awake at night staring into the darkness seeing if he can see the faces of the collective, or even worse, His own face. So he gives up on sleeping, and he decides to focus all his attention to being online.

He probably keeps the lights on after a while, and he'll learn how to ignore the movement he sees out of the corner of his eyes and he'll distract himself by answering questions, or by ignoring everyone and just binging his favorite shows or doing his own half assed research.

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I think that Noah tends to get sick alot, to the point where he can barley tolerate any amount of food in his system without feeling the instant need to vomit it all up. He probably even get in his head telling himself that he doesn't even deserve it, he hasn't worked hard enough to get these things he wants.

I imagine he shakes alot, hes almost frozen to the touch. You'd probably have to give him the biggest and softest blanket you have just to keep him kinda warm.

I also believe he gets aggressive when he isn't able to drink or take something, not like he's demanding to have it, but more like everything is annoying him and he's FREAKING THE FUCK OUT over being out. He cannot handle a single moment alone with his thoughts, he knows he will literally LOSE HIS MIND.

He hates silence for sure but he hates the sound of his own voice even more.

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Noah is a very delicate man, and he pretty much expects to be treated as such, but he NEVER is. He's kicked and beaten and thrown around and he gets back up, because he has to.

His ribs will ache and his lungs will burn and he'll hate the way he has to scrub the blood off his skin again and again, and he'll hear the sound of everyone laughing at him and he'll just feel so utterly humiliated by everything that he'll just have to completely hide himself.

He'll crumble over and just sob until he can't anymore and he'll find whatever he can take to ease the pain, and he'll take too much and he'll throw himself onto the bed and he'll start his routine all over again in the morning, and he knows that it'll only ever get worse for him.

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I think that Noah genuinely blames himself for the things other people are going through, even tho he has an AWFUL time showing it. we can use firebrand and prebrand as an example, they're both so FULL of guilt and that means obviously Noah is too.

Noah honestly thinks if he acts like he doesn't care at all, nothing bad will happen, but that's just not gonna work, because he can't stay away from the collective, they are coming to him. he doesn't have the option for escape like he thinks he does, he only has a choice in how he ends up. As a god or just a man who was useless and pathetic and has nothing to offer the world.

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Yyayy okay there's those,,, Patrick and Michael coming up,,, BUT. HONESTLY IM SORRY IF THESE DONT FIT HIM, I genuinely gotta rewatch tribetwelve when I'm NOT stoned out of my FUCKING MIND. I hope one of these works atleast

#Spotify #noah maxwell #tribe twelve #tribetwelve #hcs #my hcs #ethan rants 🐍#🐍 ⦻

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Can I requests fix where Reader is related to Jason and Eddie sees them interact and thinks the reader is cheating (he them laughing and hugging or Jason gives her a sweater she left at his place) and completely blows up on reader the next time they see each other and Jason confronts him the next day for making his cousin cry and basically just Eddie groveling for forgiveness

Oh definitely

Eddie is kind of an ass

Not sure what you wanted for an ending so I left it kinda open. You can choose the ending for the reader if she says yes or no

Eddie was trying his best to hold his anger in. Watching as his girlfriend giggled next to Jason, sitting at his lunch table. It was like she didn't even bother to hide the fact she was flirting with someone else in front of him. They've been dating for only a few months and he didn't want to seem like a controlling boyfriend.

He tried to keep his anger in when she got in his van, smelling of Jason's cologne. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"you okay?" She asked

"yeah whatever"

She flinched as he brushed her off. But she let it be. Maybe he had a bad day.

But that bad day turned into a bad week.

She asked him countless times to talk to her but he kept brushing her off. Things were too different between them and she was scared. She didn't want things to change.

Just as they were leaving school she had him against his van. Trapping him between the door and her.

"you aren't going home until you tell me what's going on"

"it's nothing" Eddie rolled his eyes. Trying to push her off of him

"please talk to me. I want you to talk to me so I can make you feel better. What's wrong?"

He almost gave in

His mouth seconds away from spilling his insecurities

But then the problem himself showed up

"Yo Y/N, you left your sweatshirt at my house" Jason threw the sweatshirt on her shoulder as he passed by.

Waving with a smile as he climbed into his car.

"you got to be kidding me" Eddie scoffed

"what?"

"you are fucking Jason that's what" he snarled. His teeth clenched as he stared down at her.

"what? I'm not" she scoffed.

"oh please. You guys are always touching each other and now your SWEATSHIRT IS AT HIS PLACE!"

"don't scream at me! You have no idea what you are talking about" she argued

Eddie wasn't listening to any of it

"stop lying to me! I'm not fucking stupid" he lashed out.

"can I at least explain myself before you decide how I'm a fucking cheater?" She asked. Scoffing at how ridiculous he was acting.

"nothing to explain. I'm fucking done. Enjoy Jason" he spat, throwing himself in his car

"EDDIE WAIT!" she panicked, yanking his door handle open

Eddie yanked the door shut again and locked the doors

She pounded on the window as she felt tears in her eyes

"LISTEN TO ME. I'M NOT CHEATING ON YOU. DON'T DO THIS DO NOT RUIN THIS"

Eddie clenched his eyes as he tried to hold back his own tears. But he couldn't give in. She cheated. She decided he wasn't enough and she messed this up, not him.

"YOU DID THIS, NOT ME. " he screamed through the glass, peeling out of the parking lot as fast as he could.

She watched as his van left her behind. Glass in her throat every time she tried to swallow.

She turned when a car appeared behind her, Jason rolling down his window with a pity smile, "need a ride?"

Eddie felt a little bad for just leaving her in the parking lot, turning around to at least offer her a ride home. But any guilt he felt was out the window, watching as she climbed in Jason's car. Throwing her arms around him.

Eddie laughed to himself, turning right back around

Jason can have her

Eddie woke up a lot more grumpy than he has the whole week. Throwing books into his locker roughly as he yanked off his jacket.

He shut his locker and turned around, only to be shoved into it by Jason

"don't even, not today fucker" Eddie warned. He can't handle dealing with him right now. Not when looking at Jason just reminds him of everything he was missing

"what is your problem man? Why the fuck did you break up with her?" Jason asked, shoving Eddie against the lockers harder

"why do you care? Shouldn't you be thanking me for letting you have my seconds?" It hurt Eddie as he said it. Hating himself for talking so low of her

Jason punched him straight across the face. And for once, Eddie knew he deserved it.

His body dropped to the floor but Jason was quick to yank him back up. Preparing to strike again

"JASON NO!" Y/n screamed as she ran to stop Jason. Jason looked over at her and sighed. Letting go of Eddie, this time letting his body slam into the floor.

Eddie groaned as he held his cheek, his eye felt like it was pulsing

"Y/N he was sayi-" but she cut Jason off

"just leave it. It's not worth it. Come on we have to go" she said sadly

Eddie flinched, he wasn't worth it and she was already running off with him

"big date?" Eddie scoffed as he slowly stood up. Brushing the dirt off of his pants

"you still have no idea what you are talking about" Y/N scoffed, preparing to walk away, Jason giving them their space as he walked down the hallway

"tell me then! Tell me what exactly you two have been doing behind my back!"

She turned around with fire under her feet

"wanna know? Dinner with my mom and his parents. Family birthdays. Family gatherings" she said harshly

"oh so you have been too embarrassed to let me meet your family but your side toy can? GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I EVER LIKED YOU. I REGRET EVER ASKING YOU OUT" Eddie screamed

"HES MY COUSIN ASSHOLE!" She blurred out. Her lungs felt like they were burning

"he's what?" Eddie choked out. Blinking rapidly as he watched her face controlled by anger and hurt

"he's my cousin. So congratulations Eddie, you broke us up because you couldn't listen to one word I had to say. I'm sorry to hear you regret me. Go fuck yourself " she spat, marching down the hallway

"HEY WAIT!" Eddie panicked. God he fucked up. Marching after her and grabbing her hand

"no seriously, leave me the fuck alone. You didn't care to hear me out so I'm not going to bother to hear you out"

Eddie felt his chest tighten as she went out the door. Panic settling in the further she walked away.

The second school ended, he raced to her house. Pounding on her front door

She yanked the door open, a unimpressed look on her face

"what Eddie?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have let you explain!" He rushed out. He had no idea where to even start to make it up to her.

"yeah you should have" she scoffed

"I just ... I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so harsh towards you and I didn't mean half the shit I said. I like you so much and we haven't been together too long and I got insecure. And I don't regret asking you out. Asking you out was the best choice I made and i-"

"just stop Eddie. Maybe it's better if we just leave it where it is before we get more hurt" she said with a sad smile. Closing the door in his face

Eddie stood there staring at the door. His heart in his stomach. But he had to try for her.

The next day he raced to the closest flower shop. Searching for anything that screamed her name.

Smiling as he picked what he thinks are sunflowers. He's never seen them in person but she always talked about sunflowers in her grandma's garden. And the flowers in front of his eyes looked exactly like what she'd paint in her sketchbook. Digging through his pockets for loose change.

Arriving at school a tad bit later than he was supposed to. Heading to her locker, standing against it as he watched students eye him as they walked past. None being her.

"Eddie?" He turned fast to see her standing next to him, a confused look on her face.

"here" he said fast, practically crushing the flowers into her chest

"sunflowers" she said with a small smile

"yeah like the ones in your grandma's garden! Right?" Eddie asked with hope in his voice

"um yeah they are. Thank you" she said with a bigger smile.

Eddie didn't stop there. He tried to remember every detail about her to show he wanted to make things work.

"Eddie? Again?" She said as she once again found him at her locker. He's been stopping there every morning. A sorry on his lips and a gift in his hands

"can I please take you out? I know I'm not forgiven. And I shouldn't be. But I really like you and I hope I've been showing you how much you mean to me. Can we try again? Go on another date?"

"I appreciate how hard you are trying and I really like you too. It's just....you hurt my feelings really bad and made me feel so small"

Eddie nodded, "I'm sorry for that again"

"I know Eddie. I wish you gave me a chance to explain myself. And the fact you thought I would do that to you? That hurts" her eyes looking at him softly.

"you are totally right. But I promise if we try this again, I will talk everything out with you and trust you. Please? Can we try this again?"

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