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cosmicporos · 2 days ago
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Arcane character x GN! Reader on Period.
synopsis: Just some period comfort hcs with Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Ekko, Mel and Jinx!
Warning: Cursing. 18+ FOR JINX, no smut but somewhat spicy. Rest of the characters are fluff.
Please enjoy! So sorry it took me so long!
Viktor
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He’s very educated on menstrual cycles to begin with! (Biology nerd)
Definitely has a calendar and keeps track of all your cycles.
The day before you’re supposed to get your period he comes home from shopping and restocks on food and pads, tampons, ibuprofen etc.
Would definitely give you a massage to help with cramps.
“Beloved?” Viktor knocked from behind the door before proceeding to enter your shared room. "I got what you needed," he said, setting down the grocery bag containing both the tampons and pads. “And these," he added, revealing a variety of your favorite chocolates, salty chips, and even a bottle of your preferred tea.
You blinked at him, your expression shifting from surprise to gratitude. "You didn't have to-"
“Tsk, tsk, tsk” He quickly shushed you. His free hand reaching to brush a strand of hair from your face. "I wanted to. Now, do me a favor and relax." Before you could protest or question any further, he knelt down by your side, his clever hands carefully lifting the edge of the blanket. "Turn over, Darling” he coaxed, and when you complied, he placed his hands on your lower back, his touch warm and deliberate.
"I read this helps," Viktor murmured as his fingers began to work small, soothing circles into your tense muscles. You feel your muscles loosen and quickly melt into Viktor’s touch.
His hands run a little on the colder side, yet they still work their magic and alleviate the pain in your abdomen.
"You're too good to me," you murmured, your voice muffled as you rested your head against your arm.
"Nonsense," Viktor replied, his voice low and unwavering. "You endure so much… this is the least I can do." He says leaving a small gentle kiss on your cheek.
Jayce
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He’s the biggest softy for you on your period oh boy oh boy oh boy. He is completely at your beck and call.
He’s also super carful about your emotional during this time. He tries his hardest to leave work on time and come home!
He understands mood swings can happen and he’s very patient! He accidentally messed up and ticked you off? He’ll nod along as you lecture him and act like a kicked puppy. Then afterwards will ask if you’re okay and if you need space. Will 100% make up and apologize by getting you a sweet treat :3
Jayce finally made his way back home, shoulders heavy and tense. his tie askew and his hair slightly mussed, looking like he'd run the entire way home. You stand up from your place on the couch and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Welcome home” you smile at home before your eyes lower to see an empty handed Jayce. "You forgot?" you said quietly, your voice heavy with disappointment.
Jayce froze, guilt washing over his face. "Forgot what?"
"The heating pad," you replied, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. "You said you'd grab it on your way home. I've been in pain all day, Jayce."
His heart sank. "Oh no," he whispered moving to run a hand down his hair. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I don't know how I missed it…”. He thinks for a moment before he says, “That’s on me, and I'll fix it right now!" He turned to leave, planning to head straight back to the lab.
"No... that's alright Jayce, just please remember next time." You grab hold of his sleeve. He let out a soft sigh and turned around to face you.
"I'm so sorry about that sweetheart... Honestly I was just excited to get back home to you is all." He mumbled into your hair as he pulled you into a hug.
"No no it's fine really, it's not too big of a deal" The warmth of his body slowly encapsulating itself protectively over you.
“No you should be upset it’s okay! I’ll be more responsible next time.” His puppy eyes glowing as if he almost wanted you to be mad at him. It was incredibly difficult to deny Jayce whenever he would behave like this…
“I uh…. O-okay?…. Please do better next time.” Your eyes are looking at anything else but at him.
"... you need to be mad at me until I figure out how to make it up to you." His strong arm coming up from behind to softly pat your side. "How does that sound?"
You laugh off the pervious nerves “I think that sounds perfect" You tilt your head up to face him and press a warm soft kiss to his cheek.
Vi
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Okay I feel like for Vi for some reason you two would always be synced
She’s all tough and prepared on day one until day two hits and… that’s a different story
You always end up completely staying home together on the second day of your periods
You groaned as another cramp hit, curling further into yourself under the layers of warmth. Next to you, Vi let out a sharp exhale through her nose, gripping the heat pack on her stomach.
"This is some sick joke," Vi muttered, her voice heavy with irritation. She shifts on the bed, but the movement only made her wince. "I could take a punch to the gut, no problem, but this? This is worse than any fight I've been in."
You scoot closer towards Vi drapes an arm over you, pulling you snug against her chest. Her hand found your hair, fingers threading through it lazily.
"We're a mess," you mumbled into her tank top.
"Yeah," she admitted, pressing her cheek against the top of your head. "But at least we're a mess together."
Vi is totally one to do a complete 180 on the next day.
While you’re still dying of pain she manages to get out of bed early and heads to the store to pick up some stuff
Vi's heavy boots thudded softly against the floor, the sound bringing a flicker of relief. "Alright, babe," her familiar rasp broke the silence, “I got a couple of things for you”
“Don’t you mean us?” You sit up straight and tilt your head a little confused.
“Oh no, I’m doing fine sweetheart don’t you worry. But… I know you probably still feel like a sack of shit so I picked up some goodies for you.” she pulled out an assortment of snacks like chips, gummy candy, soda, juice..(if it had sugar she’s go it!…)
“If these cramps won’t kill me… the amount of sugar here will…” Your eyebrows furrowed at the mess of snacks in front of you.
“Oh pip down will you? Haven’t even gotten to the best part.” What she pulled out next made your breath hitch. It was a small, ridiculously cute plushie. A chubby fox with big shiny eyes and a fluffy tail. Vi plopped it onto your lap as she smirked from your reaction. “Cute huh?” She sits down next to you. “I picked it out cuz it reminded me of you”
Your face flushed instantly, a mix of embarrassment and warmth flooding through you. You picked up the fox, turning it over in your hands. Its fluffy tail was so soft it almost felt unreal, and the wide, shiny eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room. "Reminded you of me?" you asked, glancing at Vi with a raised brow.
“Yeah well… it’s cute and small.. so it reminds me of you.” She leaned back against the headboard, “And it’s a little spunky. Just like you.”
You roll your eyes and softly punch her shoulder. "It does cheer me up," you admitted softly, clutching the plush fox closer. "Thank you, Vi."
She wraps an arm around you shoulder and pulls you in “No problem Cupcake, anything for you.”
Ekko
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HES PANICKING
but in the outside he’s cool as a cucumber
The inside? oh god. He’s stressing out about making sure all your needs are met.
You are not allowed to go on missions during this time at all. He doesn’t exactly forbid it per say but he does shoot a glare whenever you flinch due to the pain of your cramps. He’s always behind you making sure you’re okay
He’s like a little momma bird
You were currently getting ready for a mission, bag laying across the table as you carefully prepare stuffing it full of food, medical supplies, bombs and your trusty lock pick. Ekko leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that ever so perceptive gaze of his.
"You good?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yeah, fine," you replied, wincing as another cramp twisted in your stomach. You shake your head cursing at your own reaction.
He was by your side in seconds, gently taking the pack from your hands. "You're lying."
“Ekko please…” you straightened your back. "I'm fine," you insisted, reaching for the pack again, but Ekko held it out of reach.
reach.
"You think I don't notice you wincing every five seconds?" His voice softened, though his eyes stayed firm. "You can't go out like this.”
“I’m not some baby. Believe me I’ll be just fine.”you protested, though even you could hear how unconvincing you
“Look… you sound way too unconvincing and because you’re way too stubborn…” He paused looking at you and finally smiling. “How about I skip out on this mission too? And you know.. take care of my girl?.” A proud and playful smile adorns his lips while he waits for your response.
You’re a little surprised, not because he doesn’t put you first but because he’s allowing himself to relax in a way as well. “Are you sure about that?" you ask, your voice softer than you intended. "I mean... this mission sounds important. I don't want you to–“
"Stop." He cuts you off gently, stepping closer. The distance between you shrinks, and you feel his hand come to rest on your shoulder, steady and warm. "I've been out there long enough to know the world ain't gonna fall apart if I sit one out." He takes a deep breath and continues, "I know I push myself too hard sometimes. And yeah, protecting our people is important and all, but so is being here. With you. What's the point of fighting if I can't take a moment to enjoy what I'm fighting for?"
“Ekko…” His words hit you harder than you expected, the vulnerability in them catching you off guard.
"Yeah firefly?…” He tilts his head, watching you carefully. His hands fidgeting together like a nervous child.
You let out a small sigh, your resolve crumbling. "Just... don't make a habit of this, okay? The Firelights need you."
"They'll manage," he says with a wink. "I'll make it up to 'em. Promise." He finally makes his way over to you placing a small kiss on your neck before continuing. “But let me make it up to you first okay?”
Jinx
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18+
Okay jinx is an absolute horndog when you’re on your period
You got cramps? Uhhhh…. Solution????… her mouth and fingers.
“Love bug come onnnnnn! You know making you cum will help with cramps! What’s the big deal?” She sighed dramatically flopping over the table in front of her.
“Love bug?…” You questioned. “And the deal is I’m on my period!…. I don’t want to make a big mess for you to deal with okay.” You huffed out embarrassed at her playful yet lewd antics.
“Yeah! Love bug cuz you love me and you’re always buzzing around me! Like a bug!” Jinx proudly exclaimed her bright idea of a nickname, perhaps a bit too proudly… “And besides! Me?… care about a mess? You’re kidding right?” she looks almost offended but the fact you assumed she wouldn't do this for you.
“Jinx… I just feel gross okay… I don’t really feel super desirable right now.” You sighed placing your face into your hands.
She bangs her fists on the table and jumps up from her seat. “You’re fucking joking right? You’re smoking babe. SMOKING. Like SMOKING HOT! Her arms waved around as she talked to draw out more emphasis to her claim. She lets out a playful scoff “It’s taking every fiber of my being to not pounce on you right now!”
“Jinx… knock it off…” you bit your lip embarrassed and turned away. “I know that isn’t true at all… quit being too nice.”
“Doll…. You’re way too into your own head! I’m saying I wanna bang and you think I’m lyin?” She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head. “No no no we can’t be having that! Doll come here.”
Your expression as you looked at her told Jinx you in fact did not know who to believe. You’re corrupt emotions or your loving girlfriend? Either way you walked to her and stopped till you were in front of her. She quickly cupped your face and pulled you into a deep inviting kiss. Her hands roam softly along your body, gently holding and squeezing every part she loved.
She breaks away from the kiss and looks at you, her voice more serious than you’d like it to be. “Y/N you’re always going to be perfect to me, there’s no way in hell l’d ever be grossed out by you.” She leans in closer and softly leaves kisses along your collar “Besides I wanna love you. I wanna make you feel so crazy good you won’t even remember all your dumb troubles.”
Mel
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MEL MEL MEL MEL MEL 😻 fancy rich lady who spoils you
While I do think she’ll still be super busy with work, she’ll most definitely make sure your body is been taken care of.
She lets the chef know your nutritional needs, taking notes you need more iron in your diet.
And when she does come home it’s all kisses, cuddles and praise getting sent your way!
Since she could remember, Mel could take care of just about anything. It didn’t matter if it was a delicate political negotiation or ensuring you felt cared for on your worst days, she had an effortless way of making you feel like the center of her world
The moment she left for the council meeting that morning, you heard her speaking quietly with the private chef, listing off ingredients and dietary adjustments with her usual precision. "She needs more iron," you overheard her say, her voice warm yet firm. "Spinach, lentils, maybe some lean meat. And add something sweet but not too high in sugar content. She deserves to enjoy herself, but make sure it stay healthy for my sake.
Hours later, as you lay curled up on the couch, a warm blanket draped over you, the scent of something savory wafted through the air. The chef had outdone himself, delivering a meal tailored exactly to what your body needed, paired with a small plate of indulgent chocolate covered fruits. It brought a soft smile to your lips. Mel always thought of everything, she always thought of you.
the front door finally opened, the sound of her heels clicking on the marble floor announced her arrival. You craned your neck to look at her, and the moment her golden eyes landed on you, her expression softened.
"There's my love," she murmured, setting her things aside and making a beeline for you.
"Hello darling, long day?" you asked, your voice soft.
"Not anymore," she replied, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before settling beside you on the couch. Her hand came up to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin. "How are you feeling? Did you eat?"
You nodded. "The food was perfect. Thank you for taking care of it."
“Oh? So you heard me did you?”She hummed in satisfaction, pulling you gently into her. Her arms wrapped around you snugly, her fingers trailing softly along your back in soothing patterns. "You've been so strong," she whispered. "But you don't have to be right now. Let me take care of you”
You melted into her embrace, feeling the tension in your body ease as she held you. "You deserve the world," she murmured, her voice full of affection. "And I intend to give it to you, one kiss or gentle word at a time. You will be shown my love”
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ERM SO A LINE FROM JAYCE’S PART IS FROM XAVIER’S NEW CARD FROM LOVE AND DEEPSPACE! I recently pulled it and oh my god…. It’s been stuck in my mind…. ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED
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dollgxtz · 2 days ago
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Night Of Secrecy (Unfolded)
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Word Count: 3k
Tags: sylus x fem!reader, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, creampie, fluffy near the end, petnames like kitten, sweetie, my love :3
AN: Yeah so, I typed this up really quickly cause the whole "fade to black" isn't enough for me. Infold I wanted to read some action, not innuendos! (¬_¬"). So here it is, my personal take on what happened between us and Sylus that night <333
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The room was charged with unspoken desire as your eyes locked with Sylus's, the air thick with anticipation. His question hung between you, a silent plea for confirmation of your shared longing. "Say it again," he whispered, his voice a low rumble, his crimson eyes piercing through you. "Kitten, do you want it?"
Your heart raced, its beat echoing in your ears, a rhythm that seemed to sync with his. You knew this moment, this silent understanding, was Sylus's way of seeking your consent, his unspoken question hanging in the air.
With a deliberate move, you reached out, your fingers gently threading through his short, damp hair, the sweat a testament to the passion simmering between you. You felt the tension in his muscles, the coiled energy of his desire, and you wanted to soothe and stoke the fire simultaneously.
Leaning closer, your breath mingled with his, your lips an inch from his, you held his gaze, your eyes conveying the depth of your answer. "This," you whispered, your voice a caress, "is my answer."
Your kiss was a declaration, a surrender to the desire that had been building between you. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a language of passion and consent, your lips moving against his with a hunger that matched his own.
Sylus responded with fervor, his hands cupping your face, his kiss deepening as he claimed your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm. The kiss was an affirmation, a seal on the unspoken agreement, a promise of pleasure to come.
With deliberate slowness, Sylus lowers himself, his hands trailing down your body, leaving a path of fire in their wake. His lips brush against your skin, tracing the delicate curve of your collarbone, the warmth of his breath a teasing promise of pleasure. Your body responds, a shiver running through you as he kisses his way down, leaving a trail of molten heat.
When he reaches the apex of your thighs, his touch is gentle yet insistent, coaxing your legs apart with a confidence that leaves you breathless. He pauses, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, seeking that final confirmation, that last unspoken consent. The intensity of his gaze is a question, a challenge, and an invitation all at once.
"Say it, kitten," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. "Tell me what you want."
Your breath catches, the words tangled in your throat, a heady mix of need and anticipation. "J-just go down there already...," you manage, your voice a whisper, a plea, and a command all at once.
With a wicked grin, he lowers his head, his lips finding your clit with a precision that makes you gasp, your back arching off the bed in response. His tongue is a velvet caress, teasing and tormenting, each flick and swirl sending jolts of pleasure through you. He takes his time, savoring every moan, every shiver, guiding you to the brink with a skillful patience that leaves you trembling.
Your body quivered with the intense pleasure as Sylus's skilled tongue danced over your sensitive bud, sending sparks of delight through your core. "It's...too much, Sylus..." you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea, your fingers tightening in his hair, holding on as if seeking solace from the overwhelming sensations.
"You can handle it, kitten," he murmured, his husky low voice sending vibrations through your body. "Let me show you how much more there is to explore."
His tongue, warm and wet, continued its dance, licking and swirling, building the pleasure to a crescendo. Your breath came in short gasps, your body trembling, your hips moving involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.
"Ah....mhgn..." you moaned, your voice a surrender to the sensations. He chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound, his tongue increasing its pace, pushing you further into the realm of ecstasy.
"That's it, my love," he encouraged, his voice a low, primal growl. "Let go, let me take you there."
His words, spoken with raw desire, spurred you on, and you surrendered to the climax, your body convulsing under his skilled tongue, your release a powerful wave of pleasure that left you trembling. He continued his oral ministrations, riding the waves of your orgasm, his tongue moving in rhythm with your body, drawing out the pleasure, ensuring you were sated and satisfied.
As you lay there, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps, your body still trembling from the intense orgasm Sylus had coaxed from you, he smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You're so responsive," he whispered, his fingers trailing along your sensitive skin, making you shiver under his touch. "Just as I imagined."
"I need a moment…" you pleaded, your voice hoarse, your body still recovering from the overwhelming waves of pleasure. But Sylus, ever relentless, leaned in closer, his intentions clear and unwavering. His fingers found their way to your soaked core, teasing the sensitive flesh there. The sensation was electric, a jolt that made you gasp and arch instinctively towards him.
"Shh…" he soothed, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Just one more." With that, he slipped another finger inside you, his skilled digits working in perfect harmony, coaxing you to the edge once more. The ache was relentless, a tide that surged through you, each movement of his fingers a spark that ignited your senses.
Your body, still sensitive from the previous orgasm, erupted with ecstasy once again, your inner walls clenching around his fingers, your release a powerful wave that left you trembling and breathless. Sylus, ever attentive, captured your climax with an almost reverent precision, his fingers now drenched in your essence.
He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with deliberate slowness, his eyes never leaving yours. "You taste delectable, sweetie" he murmured, his voice a velvet purr that sent another shiver down your spine. "I think we're both ready for the main course now, though."
With a fluid motion, Sylus rose, his fingers deftly working the zipper of his pants, the metallic sound slicing through the air like a promise. He freed himself, his cock standing proud and ready, a testament to his desire. The sight of it sent a thrill of anticipation through you, a visceral reaction that tightened your core and set your heart racing.
Yet as your eyes traveled the length of him, another feeling began to grow within you, winding its way through the anticipation like a serpent.
Fear.
You'd figured he was big, had felt the weight of him against you in teasing moments, but the reality was something else entirely. His cock was long and thick, a formidable presence marked with prominent veins that seemed to throb with every beat of his heart. It jutted out with an air of authority, each pulse a silent declaration of its intent.
A tremor ran through you, a mix of awe and nervousness. How was that ever supposed to fit inside you? The sheer size of him made your stomach flutter with nerves, a delicious yet daunting challenge.
"I don't think that's going to fit…" you managed to say, your voice a breathless whisper laced with both apprehension and a reluctant excitement. Your eyes were glued to him, unable to look away from the imposing sight of his cock, each moment stretching into the next as you tried to reconcile the image before you with the anticipation of it penetrating through your body.
Sylus, sensing your hesitation, moved closer, a reassuring presence that grounded you in the moment. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin, a soothing gesture that belied the intensity in his gaze.
"Oh, but it will, sweetie," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Every inch of it. I promise I'll start slow".
His words eased the growing fear in your chest and you nodded, a reassurance that melted some of the nervousness away, leaving in its place a simmering desire to see just how far you could go together. Though you couldn't help but inwardly laugh at his promise to only start slow.
Sylus hovered over you, a smirk playing on his lips, reveling in the power he held in that moment, the anticipation he was crafting with each deliberate movement. He guided the swollen tip of his cock to your entrance, brushing it against your slick folds with a teasing gentleness that made you shiver.
The sensation was electric, a fleeting contact that sent jolts of pleasure zipping through your body, but it was also a maddening tease, leaving you aching and wanting. You tensed, a soft whine escaping your lips as your hips instinctively pressed forward, seeking more, craving the fullness you both needed and desired.
Sylus chuckled softly, his amusement a warm rumble that vibrated through you. He continued the tantalizing game, the head of his cock sliding against you, slick with your arousal, each pass a whisper of what was to come. The teasing was relentless, a slow torture that had your nerves singing, your body begging for more.
Finally, the tension became too much, the need too great. "Please," you breathed, your voice laced with a desperate edge that surprised even you. "Please, I want you inside me."
The words hung in the air, a plea and a command intertwined, and Sylus's expression softened, his teasing smirk giving way to something deeper, more intense. He nodded, positioning himself with care, his hand steady on your hip.
"Tell me if it hurts too much," he instructed, his voice firm yet gentle, a promise of consideration and care. With a slow, deliberate push, he began to enter you, the initial stretch a sweet, exquisite burn. The fullness of him was overwhelming, a delicious pressure that filled you completely, and you gasped, your body adjusting to the intrusion. He let out a soft grunt, clearly experiencing his own sensations.
Sylus's breath was ragged, his voice hoarse as he began to speak, his eyes dark with desire. "You're so tight...fuck," he whispered, his expression intense, a raw display of lust that sent a shiver down your spine. His reaction to your body's response was a powerful affirmation, and it sent your mind reeling.
The sight of Sylus, so consumed by desire, was both thrilling and intense. His raw, unfiltered expression of lust took your breath away, leaving you lightheaded and your body responding instinctively to his, moving in a rhythm that felt like a dance of pleasure and surrender.
You whimpered, a soft sound of discomfort, as the sensation of being stretched by his impressive size became almost overwhelming. "It hurts..." you breathed, your voice a plea, your body squirming beneath his, seeking relief from the intense sensation.
Sylus, sensing your distress, tightened his grip on your hips, his hands firm yet gentle, his body leaning over you, a protective shield. "Don't run from this, sweetie," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "You're doing so well, let me help you through it."
His words, a soothing blend of reassurance and raw desire, eased your nerves, even as your body continued to adjust to the intense sensations. Sylus's strong arms held you firmly, his grip a comforting anchor in the storm of pleasure and pain. He guided you through the intricate dance, his body a source of both comfort and arousal, his movements a delicate balance between pushing you to the edge and providing solace.
"Just breathe, kitten," he murmured, his lips brushing your cheek. "I'm right here with you."
He paused, watching you intently, giving you a moment to acclimate, his presence a comforting weight above you. The sensation was intense, but with each passing second, the discomfort ebbed, replaced by a building pleasure that spread through your body like wildfire.
With your nod of encouragement, he began to move, each thrust a gradual exploration, a dance of desire that left no room for fear, only the shared rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
Sylus began with a gentle rhythm, his thrusts slow and measured, allowing you to savor each inch as he filled you. The initial tension melted away under his careful ministrations, replaced by a growing pleasure that spread through you like honey, sweet and all-consuming.
With every movement, he watched you closely, reading the subtle shifts in your expression, the way your body responded to his. As he sensed your discomfort give way to enjoyment, he gradually increased his pace, each thrust more confident, more insistent.
"God, you feel amazing," he murmured, his voice a deep, husky whisper that sent a shiver down your spine. "So tight, so perfect… and those sounds you're making, kitten, they're driving me wild."
His words were a heady mix of praise and possession, and you couldn't help but flush under his gaze, the heat of embarrassment mingling with the pleasure coursing through you. All you could manage in response was a series of whines and moans, your voice betraying the intensity of what you were feeling.
You clung to him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as if to anchor yourself in the storm of sensation he was creating. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through you, your body moving instinctively to meet his, driven by a need that obliterated everything else.
Sylus's pace quickened, his movements a symphony of power and precision that left you breathless, your world narrowing to the feeling of him inside you, the sound of skin against skin, the intoxicating scent of him surrounding you. His whispered words, his touch, the way he moved—it all combined to overwhelm you, leaving you adrift in a sea of sensation.
"You're so beautiful like this," he groaned, his voice rough with desire, and the compliment only added to the fire burning within you. You whimpered, the sound escaping you unbidden, a raw expression of the pleasure that built with each thrust, each breathless moment shared between you.
The crescendo of pleasure swelled between you like a tidal wave, building in intensity with each thrust, each gasped breath. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your shared desire driving you both to the brink of release. The air was thick with the sounds of your passion, a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the space between you.
Sylus's breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, his voice a rough whisper laden with emotion. "I love you," he murmured, the words a caress that wrapped around your heart, grounding you even as the pleasure threatened to sweep you away.
"I love you too," you managed to reply, your voice trembling with the intensity of the moment, the truth of your feelings laid bare in the heat of your shared passion.
As you hovered on the precipice, your body tensed with anticipation, you whispered his name, a soft plea that slipped from your lips like a prayer. "Sylus…"
He responded with a low, questioning hum, his voice vibrating through you. "Hm?"
"Please," you begged, your voice a breathless plea that sent a shiver down his spine. "Please, cum inside me."
He paused, his movements faltering for a heartbeat as he processed your request, the weight of its implications hanging in the air between you. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice taut with restraint, his desire a palpable force that surrounded you.
You nodded, the movement small but certain, meeting his gaze with a steady intensity that left no room for doubt. "You said you'd give me anything, and this is what I want most right now."
The world seemed to narrow to that single moment, the connection between you electric and alive. You could practically see his pupils dilate, his eyes darkening with a mix of lust and something deeper, something more profound.
With your consent granted, Sylus's restraint unraveled, his thrusts growing more urgent, more desperate as he chased the release you both craved. The pleasure built to a fever pitch, the pressure within you coiling tighter and tighter until it shattered, your body convulsing around him in a blinding wave of ecstasy.
With a final, deep thrust, Sylus buried himself to the hilt, his body taut and trembling as he reached the pinnacle of his pleasure. It was as if time suspended, the world narrowing to the intense connection forged between you, the shared pulse of desire that bound you together.
His release came in a series of powerful, pulsing waves, a hot flood that filled you completely, marking you as his in the most primal sense. The sensation was overwhelming, a liquid heat that spread through you, claiming every inch of your being. It was an intimate surrender, a mingling of bodies and souls that left no room for anything but the raw, undiluted truth of the moment.
Sylus's breath was ragged in your ear, his voice a low, guttural moan that sent shivers cascading down your spine. You felt his body shudder against yours, the aftershocks of his climax reverberating through both of you, a shared symphony of sensation that left you breathless.
As the fervor of the night began to settle and both of you lay entwined together, breathing heavily in the dim glow of the room, he stirred beside you.
His hand gently brushed your hair back from your face, his voice soft but sincere. “I'll help you clean up,” he murmured, his concern evident even through the haze of his own exhaustion.
But you shook your head and clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go. Your fingers curled against his skin as you whispered, “Stay.” You didn’t want to lose the warmth of him, the sense of connection that still lingered between you.
You didn’t want to lose his seed either—not yet, not now.
He sighed, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest, and leaned back into the embrace, unable to say no. “You’re so needy,” he teased, his tone playful but filled with affection. The corners of his mouth quirked up as he pressed a kiss to your temple, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin.
But you were already drifting, your eyelids heavy, lulled by the rhythmic beat of his heart beneath your cheek. Cocooned in his arms, wrapped in the intimate quiet of the moment, you felt a contentment you hadn’t realized was possible. This was no longer just passion—it was something deeper, something unshakable. Things between you were now more certain, more official than they had ever been, and the thought filled you with an overwhelming happiness.
In the comfort of his embrace, you surrendered to sleep, knowing you were exactly where you belonged.
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rainydayathogwarts · 3 days ago
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Off limits pt.2 - Remus Lupin
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summary: remus can’t help but liking the one person who’s off limits, but it seems like they him too. black!reader - read part 1 here!! wc: 1.3k+
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It was becoming harder for Remus to ignore his feelings for you, especially after that dream. He started thinking of you cuddled next to him, on his lap, on his dick, in your pyjamas, in less than your pyjamas. Remus felt disoriented the entire way through the day, remnants of the dream still pounding in his head. He didn’t think he could believe a single thing that would happen throughout the day. And even worse, Sirius held some sort of animosity towards him ever since he’d witnessed your interaction at the Three Broomsticks. This officially turned into Remus’s worst nightmare.
Remus felt as though he spent the entire day trying to convince Sirius that there was nothing going on between you. In other words, he spent the day lying to both himself and his best friend. At lunch in the Great Hall, Sirius sat out of the conversation, instead training his eyes on you from across the hall. Sirius saw as your eyes moved towards his general direction, but since you didn’t return the glare he was giving you, he became confused. That was until he realised that you weren’t staring at him, but the boy beside him. Remus chatted along with James as he ate, a smile gracing his features, clueless to the way you stared at him with admiration.
Sirius glanced back and forth between you and Remus, furrowing his eyebrows as you propped your chin up on your hand, sighing dreamily. What the fuck? Thought Sirius. Narcissa stood up next to you, slinging her bag over her shoulder and you quickly followed, tearing your eyes away from the chestnut-haired boy. From across the vast hall, Remus’s eyes were caught by your sudden movement, dozing out of his conversation to watch you leave to your next lesson.
Sirius huffed, crossing his arms as Remus said his goodbyes, claiming Slughorn wouldn’t be happy if he were late to class. Sirius scoffed; he’d had Slughorn as a teacher for long enough to know that he was one of the most lenient professors in entire the castle. Remus trotted through the hallways, hoping to catch you before class started. He slowed his step down just as he rounded the corner to the Potions hallway, but his face fell when he found Narcissa waiting in front of the closed classroom alone.
Remus tried not to look too disappointed, attempting a nonchalant expression as he ran a hand through his hair. When he made eye contact with Narcissa, he froze, eyes going wide. Your cousin had her arms crossed over her chest, a smirk on her face. The knowing look on her face scared Remus, and when she cocked an eyebrow up at him in question, he feared he would be spilling all his secrets to her. “I-” Remus shut his mouth, turning away from the intimidating blonde to find you rushing down the hallway, a nervous smile on your face.
“Hey.” Remus nervously greeted, both hands gripping the strap of his book bag. “Hi.” You responded, but before you could bring the conversation any further, Slughorn opened the door to his classroom, ushering you all in. With one last look to a terrifying Narcissa Black, Remus slid into the classroom. Similarly to the day before, it didn’t take long for you to become bored of Slughorn’s slow drawl, but at least today you were brewing a potion in pairs.
Remus turned to find Frank on the opposite side of the room, who he usually paired up with, but he was stopped by a hand placed atop his. He turned towards you, mouth agape. “Pairs?” You asked, looking deeply into his eyes with a sweet smile on your face. Remus sputtered, looking past you towards Narcissa, who was already speaking to Severus, seemingly unfazed by your decision. Remus turned his attention back to you, nodding eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”
But there was one problem to this: Remus had forgotten about his dream and how it would affect his interactions with you. “I’ll go get these ingredients.” You announced, disappearing into the ingredient cupboard. It was only when you walked out, carrying jars of ingredients in your hands that Remus’s mind flashed back to the dream he had. Of you, walking towards him as though he was your prey, before you demanded him to kiss you. Remus shook the thought away, rushing towards you to help with the ingredients you carried. You both worked quickly and efficiently, with the exception of Remus zoning out when your fingers grazed, or you smiling too sweetly at him whilst you waited for Professor Slughorn to come examine your potion.
“Are you doing anything this afternoon?” You asked Remus, who shrugged his shoulders, a pink hue unfolding onto his cheeks. “Any surprise appearances to Hogsmeade?” You laughed at the humiliated look on Remus’s face, who began stuttering in an attempt to explain himself. You giggled, cocking your head to the side. “It’s okay Remus, it was a nice surprise. It cleared out any doubts I had about your feelings towards me.” Remus’s face went impossibly redder, and just as he opened his mouth to respond, Professor Slughorn made his appearance. You had to suppress the roll of your eyes and the annoyed scowl, instead smiling respectfully at the old man.
Every time you attempted starting the conversation up again, Slughorn either interrupted you by finishing up his lesson, or people were too close for comfort. You sighed disappointedly, waiting awkwardly for Slughorn to dismiss the class before jumping up excitedly. You and Remus waited until the rest of the students cleared the crowd, emptying the hallways out until you finally walked out together. “So… What did you mean by your doubts about my feelings towards you?” Remus finally spoke up, coming to a halt outside the classroom. He had spent the entire rest of the lesson thinking of your words which echoed in his brain like an ear worm.
Turning to face Remus, you mustered up the most confident tone possible. “Well I like you, and it’s good to know that you like me back.” Remus’s quiet gasp made hope flutter in your chest, but your confident stance was breaking down with every second he stayed silent. Remus opened and closed his mouth in uncertainty before finally landing on “You like me back?” You grinned widely at the reassurance of the boy’s feelings towards you, and you rolled your eyes jokingly, muttering “Yeah, don’t beat yourself up over it.” Remus laughed happily, watching as you rocked back and forth on your feet. You glanced down at your feet, hesitantly clutching the strap of your bag. “Well-” But Remus’s hands on your cheeks were quick to silence you, pulling your gaze back on his face. He stared at you for a moment, as though mentally debating something before finally leaning down to peck your lips quickly.
You smiled widely when Remus pulled away, your hands travelling upwards to grip the bottom of his jumper. “Well, you sure have plans for this afternoon now.” You said, watching as Remus’s eyes shone with a happy gleam.
“Yeah?” “Yeah.” “I’ll find you after class then.” “Okay.”
But your happy little exchange was short lived, for when you turned around to make your way to your next class, you met Sirius’s angry stare, glued to you from the other side of the hallway. From Remus’s quiet “Oh no.” behind you, you knew that you weren’t the only one in trouble. You cleared your throat, spinning on the balls of your feet to quickly begin making your way to class. Loud footsteps followed you, and you groaned, immediately knowing that you were in for a scolding. A scolding that would probably cause you to skip your next class.
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seungfl0wer · 3 days ago
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*𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵 𝓞𝓻 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵?*
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Pairing: Felix x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut
Warning: Dom?Felix, Degrading, Choking, Hair Pulling, Hand Cuffs/Vibrator used, Face Fucking/Oral(M), Overstimulation(F), Slight smacking (Not in the face), Unprotected sex, Creampie, Multiple Orgasms, Finger sucking. Sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings.
A/N: ah I’m so happy to finally get this written. Uugh. I’ve had this idea since Halloween! I hope you enjoy it!
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-🩵
Halloween was right around the corner and that meant costumes. You had asked your boyfriend if he wanted to do matching ones and of course he loved the idea. After brain storming you thought about doing a devil and angel outfit.
“Lixie how about devil and angel?” You asked him scrolling on your phone.
“Sounds good love.” He said smiling beside you.
“I gotta find a cute angel costume for you” you said.
“You’re not gonna be the angel?” He asked tilting his head a bit.
“Felix, you’re literally called an angel. Besides you’re too nice to be a devil” you said teasingly.
He hummed in response but his brain was swirling with other ideas.
The day went on as normal, felix still in his head about your comment. He wanted to show you how wrong you were. So he devised a plan.
“Love” he said sweetly.
You hummed in response.
“Come here” he said calling you to the bedroom.
When you entered he gestured you to sit. “What’s up lix?” You asked a bit confused.
“You know the light system red meaning stop, green is good, yellow slow down or a break?” He said with that same sweet tone.
You nodded wondering what he was getting at.
“Good” he said simply before pushing your body to the bed. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the drawer slipping them on your wrists. He attached them to the head posts without saying a word. When he moved to your side the look in his eyes was something you’ve never seen before. Especially from him. His eyes looked dark, jaw clenching as he stared down at you like you were prey.
His hand slipped under your chin holding your face in place. “I’ll show you how wrong you are Angel” he said with a wicked grin. He came around the bed pulling your pants and panties down. “Look at that, what a little slut we have here. Already soaked for me.” He said his hand coming down to slightly slap against your cunt. The action making your body jolt. It didn’t hurt, the slight pain making you even more turned on.
He let out a chuckle before grabbing something else from the stand beside the bed. He grabbed your small bullet turning it on before sticking it to your clit. The vibrations making you moan out bucking your hips for more. He let the bullet lay on your clit the feeling only slightly there now. His hands ran up your body playing with your breast before pinching at the sensitive nubs.
He moved the same hand back down your body before pushing his fingers into you slowly. God was he going so slow.
“Lix” you whined out.
“Hm?” He hummed.
“N-need more please” you cried out.
“More? How ungrateful. You’ll take what I give you” his voice deep. The way his eyes looked up at you said not to speak, so you kept your mouth shut.
He kept the same pace slowly pushing his fingers in and out of you. His thumb once in a while brushing the bullet making it feel stronger. “You’re dripping all over me, making such a mess” he said before pulling his hand from you. He brought his slick soaked fingers to you “you made the mess now clean it” he growled pushing his fingers into your mouth.
You happily sucked them off looking up at him with puppy eyes, trying to butter him up. Pulling his fingers for you with a pop the grin he had made a chill go up your spine. He dropped his pants quickly stroking his cock as he looked at you. “Open that dirty mouth of yours for me hmm? Gonna put it to some good use” he said before getting on top of you. His strong legs on either side of you as your back was against the headrest. He pressed his tip to your lips smacking against them slightly. “Open” he growled.
You did as you were told opening wide to take his long cock. He wasted no time before pushing in fully his cock hitting the back of your throat. He groaned out head falling backwards before he grabbed your head. He gripped your hair harshly as he fucked into your mouth relentlessly. “Fuck- that’s it- take my fucking cock- that’s what this dirty mouth of yours is good for” he growled.
You felt tears pricking at your eyes, the bullet still agonizingly slowly going. You felt almost embarrassed to say how hot everything was. The way he was talking to you, the way he was just using you as he pleased. Fuck it was to keep you on the edge of an orgasm.
Felix gripped your hair harshly once more pulling your head back only to push back into your mouth. His balls slapped against your face as you felt his release coming. You could feel his leg muscles tensing as he came. Making sure to push as far back as possible. “Don’t- you-“ he breathed heavily. “Waste a single drop”
When he pulled out he watched as you swallowed very drop. “Good girl” he said with a grin. He repositioned himself at your entrance, taking the bullet and turning it on high. He held it to your clit “color” he said looking up at you.
“G-green” you whimpered out. That’s all he needed before slamming into your dripping cunt. His hand let go of the bullet but how he was positioned it still was pressed against you. He was moving fast in and out of you, his cock head hitting your cervix.
His hand came down slapping against your breast before he pinched at your rosy nipples. “Still so fucking wet for me, such a good little slut you are. Ready for me to use at any moment.” He grunted. He repositioned himself once more putting you in a matting press. Legs pressed against your chest as he pounded into you. Your cunt clenched around him as your orgasms was close.
“Gonna cum aren’t you?” He said.
“Yes- please lix- can I cum?” You whined.
“Since you asked so nicely you may.” He grinned knowing you’d be even more sensitive after.
You came quickly after cumming hard around his cock. His hand laced around your neck squeezing it, breaking your chain of moans. He thrusted harshly into you before pulling out. He grinned down at you before pushing back in quickly. The sensation making your body arch. You wanted to grab ahold of him wanted to dig your nails into him until you remembered the cuffs.
“Gonna cum- fuck gonna fill this fat cunt up so you remember that I’m no angel love” he growled. Your body stuttered under him as another strong orgasms was about to crash over you. He pushed as deep as possible hitting your womb before dumping his load deep inside you. His hand came down toying with your clit knowing you were close. You came hard once more but he didn’t stop, he kept playing with your clit.
“To much- lix!” You cried. He didn’t stop though he kept going as your body came off the bed. You felt tears fall as he asked “color?”.
“Ah- lix- g-green” you whined.
“Guess it’s not too much then” he said with a grin.
He kept going kept toying with your overstimulated clit until he got what he wanted. Your body looked like it was from the exorcist as it came off the bed once more. One of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had washed over you. Your body felt like it was floating as you squirted all over the bed and him. You shook at the feeling silent cries leaving your lips.
He leaned down kissing you softly before quickly unlocking the cuffs. He wrapped you up in another blanket holding you tightly. You both breathed out coming down from the intenseness. “You alright?” He said softly against your skin.
“Great” you breathed out making you both chuckle.
“Shower?” He asked with a smile.
You nodded “please”.
When he got up taking your hand to help you up you laughed a bit “you should definitely be the devil only if I get to play with him some more” you said with a grin.
“Oh you will, especially now I know how much you like it” he said kissing your cheek.
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preiyers · 2 days ago
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♱ SUNSHINE — LUIGI MANGIONE X READER
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SUMMARY: dad!luigi travelling with you & your daughter
WARNINGS: none, just fluff!! sunny is your daughter's nickname
A/N: this is inspired by the family i saw otw home from my trip and the dad was so luigi coded (had similar hair and build too!)
"you sure you're alright with carrying all of that?"
it was your third or fourth time asking him, just needing the reassurance.
"yes babe, i'll be alright just go take care of sunny, i've got this." was what he replied everytime.
you didn't want him carrying a lot of weight on his back because of his back pains and all you wanted was for him to enjoy this trip as a family.
he had a backpack, sunny's emergency bag, and your carry-on shoulder bag while you carried your 3-year-old toddler in your arms.
as you lead him to the gate, you'd constantly sneak a peek to see how he was doing. you would also hear your daughter giggling as her head was on your shoulder, facing luigi.
you figured he was making silly faces to her.
despite all the bags he was carrying, he quickly found you three seats and insisted on buying snacks for his girls.
he got back with a bag full of snacks. from sandwiches (for you and him), fruits (for sunny), some chips and candy incase you got hungry during the flight.
your daughter was curious with everything she saw the entire flight and trip. pointing at everything, asking what it was but sometimes she'd run off and luigi would chase her and stay by her side.
their bond was something special. she loved going on adventures with her father and he cherished every moment he had with her — never bothered by the constant questions she'd have.
"dada what that?" sunny says as her tiny hand points to a hermit crab crawling on the sand.
"that's called a hermit crab, sweetie." he replies as he takes the shell of the crab and places it on his hand, waiting for the creature to come out.
he brings his hand closer to your daughter and she taps on the shell. a few seconds later, the crab's legs peek out a bit and she gasps, moving away from it.
"it won't hurt you, he's just as small and scared as you," he says softly as he puts the crab back down on the sand. you watched the interaction from your lounge chair as the pair played around the beach.
as the trip went on, the three of you would build sandcastles, pour sand on luigi's body that was laying down, playing mermaids with your daughter and the likes.
"sunny, i can't get up now!" he jokes, pretending to have a hard time getting out of the sand and your daughter giggles at him.
luigi even bought the two of you matching dresses he found along the souvenir shops.
the two of you wore it that night, the smile on his face never leaving.
as the three of you strolled around the beach, he had an arm around your waist and one hand holding your daughter's — wanting to keep his girls close to him as possible.
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aesthetically-dying101 · 2 days ago
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Strictly unprofessional
A/N: the very requested part two to Strictly Professional. Thank you all for the enthousiasm, it was very kind of you all (both on ao3 nd tumblr), so hooray! also look i added a dni banner (im so proud of myself), made by @mikeykuns
Warnings: smut. like this is all smut (exept the ending) but yeah, unprotected sex (wrap ur shit up), cunnilingus, p in v, fingering, female reader, nanami is a sex god apparently, don't ask me abt positions, i don't even know
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The door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The air inside felt heavier, charged with something unspeakable. You could hear the soft drip of water from Nanami’s damp hair, see the way his chest rose and fell with measured breaths.
And God help you, that towel.
It was criminal.
It sat so low on his hips that it was barely hanging on. You forced your gaze upward, fixing on his face—his unreadable, devastatingly gorgeous face.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You tucked your arms around yourself, suddenly self-conscious in the oversized shirt and shorts you’d thrown on.
“You didn’t,” he replied simply, his voice steady. But the way his eyes moved—tracing the line of your throat, lingering on the curve of your shoulders—told a different story.
You hesitated, the words you’d rehearsed in your head earlier slipping away.
“I just…” You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. “I couldn’t stop thinking about tonight. About you.”
His expression shifted—barely, but enough to make your stomach flip. A flicker of surprise, quickly swallowed by something darker. He stepped closer, his brows furrowing.
You blinked up at him, almost expecting him to make a move- to do anything.
Something in him snapped. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. The moment his lips met yours, the world tilted. His kiss was everything at once—soft and rough, controlled and desperate. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d been holding himself back for too long.
Your hands found his shoulders, his skin slick and warm under your touch. You pressed closer, wanting more—needing more. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the feel of his body against yours sent a rush of heat straight to your core.
“Kento,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.
He groaned softly at the sound of his name, his grip tightening. His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“Yes?” he asked softly.
He smelled like soap and something distinctly him. Heat radiated off his body, wrapping around you like a second skin.
“You’ve been in my head all night. And I—” you admitted, your voice trembling. You broke off, biting your lip.
He exhaled sharply, and for a moment, you thought he might step back, ask you to finish your sentence, put that impenetrable wall between you. But then—
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he said, his voice low and strained.
You blinked, stunned. “I—what?”
Before you could process, his hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His touch was firm but impossibly gentle, like he was holding something precious.
“You have no idea,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Do you?”
Your knees felt weak, your breath shallow.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
Something in him snapped. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. The moment his lips met yours, the world tilted. His kiss was everything at once—soft and rough, controlled and desperate. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d been holding himself back for too long.
Your hands found his shoulders, his skin slick and warm under your touch. You pressed closer, wanting more—needing more. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the feel of his body against yours sent a rush of heat straight to your core.
“Kento,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.
He groaned softly at the sound of his name, his grip tightening. His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
“You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he repeated, his voice raw.
“Show me,” you murmured, your hands sliding down his chest.
Something dark flickered in his eyes, but instead of answering, he scooped you up effortlessly-fuck he was as strong as he looked, his arm sliding under your thighs. You gasped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down carefully, his eyes never leaving yours.
He knelt over you, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else. For a moment, he just looked at you, his gaze heavy and intense, like he was memorizing every inch of you.
“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, almost reverently.
Your cheeks flushed, but before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, stealing the words from your mouth. His hands roamed over your body, sliding under your shirt to find your bare skin. His touch was firm, deliberate, leaving trails of fire wherever he went.
You arched into him, your hands finding his towel. It took a moment to undo the knot, your fingers trembling, but when the fabric fell away, your breath caught. He was perfect. Every line of him, every inch, was made to drive you insane.
You reached for him, pulling him down to you, and he groaned as your bodies pressed together. His hips rolled against yours, and the friction sent a shiver down your spine.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with restraint.
For a second, your breath hitched. He was so close, his body crowding yours like he wanted to shield you from the world, to claim you and keep you all to himself. The weight of him pressed you into the mattress, his heat seeping into your skin, and you realized you couldn’t think straight.
Also you kinda wanted to bite his perfect skin-
“Y-you,” you stammered, your hands clinging to his shoulders. “I want you, Kento. All of you.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as if your words had snapped the last tether of his control. Nanami shifted above you, and for the first time, you took him in without interruption. The faint golden light from the bedside lamp played across his damp skin, highlighting every cut of muscle, every curve of strength that was somehow impossibly elegant. His body looked sculpted, as if he’d stepped straight out of some classical masterpiece.
Unfairly pretty, you thought, your breath catching in your throat. A perfect, living rendition of the David—but warmer, more alive, and infinitely more captivating.
He was all-consuming, and it was almost too much.
“Kento,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your hands roamed over his chest, marveling at the smooth expanse of his skin, the hard lines of muscle under your fingertips. He felt real and unreal all at once, and the way his body moved as he leaned down made your head spin.
“You’re staring,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. His tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability there too, a quiet uncertainty that made your chest ache.
“Can you blame me?” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbone.
He huffed a soft laugh, but it broke into a groan as your nails dragged lightly down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abdomen.
“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, his voice rough, like he was trying to hold himself together.
You shook your head, biting back a grin. “I think you’re the dangerous one.”
His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world stopped. There was something raw in his gaze, something that burned hotter than anything you’d ever known. He dipped his head, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that was hungrier this time, less restrained. His tongue slid against yours, coaxing you open, and you moaned softly into his mouth.
His fingers splayed across your ribcage, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast in a way that made your breath hitch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips swollen, his eyes heavy with want.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and almost reverent.
“Yes,” you said without hesitation, your hands gripping his hips to pull him closer. “Please, Kento.”
That was all he needed. In one smooth motion, he tugged your shirt over your head, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He leaned down, his lips trailing over your collarbone, his hands skimming your sides as he kissed his way lower. Every touch, every movement, felt deliberate, like he was memorizing you.
When his mouth closed around your nipple, you gasped, your back arching off the bed. His tongue swirled in slow, torturous circles, his teeth grazing just enough to make your thighs clench around his hips. He shifted, his knee pressing between your legs, and the pressure sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Tell me,” you said, your voice trembling.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “You drive me insane—in the best possible way.”
Before you could respond, his hands hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down in one smooth motion. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, his lips parting slightly like he was trying to catch his breath.
“Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them just enough to settle between them. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was handling something precious.
And then his fingers found you, tracing the slick heat between your legs. You gasped, your hips jerking instinctively, but he held you steady, his touch achingly gentle.
“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes,” you breathed, your head tipping back against the pillow. “Only for you.”
His groan was low and guttural, and before you could process, he was leaning down, his mouth trailing kisses along your inner thigh. The anticipation was unbearable, your entire body alight with need.
“Kento,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair.
He hummed softly against your skin, his lips brushing just above where you needed him most.
“Patience,” he murmured, though his voice was as strained as yours.
But when his mouth finally found you, the world shattered.
The first stroke of his tongue had your back arching off the bed, a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips. Nanami groaned against you, the vibrations sending another wave of heat coursing through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he licked into you with slow, deliberate precision.
Damn him and his precision.
“Kento,” you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his damp hair. You couldn’t think—could barely breathe. Every movement of his tongue was devastating, every flick and swirl drawing you closer to the edge.
He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening, his expression nothing short of worshipful.
“You taste incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.
Your cheeks burned, but before you could respond, he was back on you, his lips closing around your clit. The suction was gentle but relentless, his tongue moving in maddening circles that had you writhing beneath him.
“Please,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth.
“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. His breath was hot against your skin, and the way his hands squeezed your thighs made you shiver.
“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice breaking.
His groan was low and guttural, and he didn’t stop—if anything, he doubled down, his movements growing more insistent. His tongue flicked against you with precision, and when he slid a finger inside you, your entire body tensed, the sensation almost too much to bear.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with wonder. He added another finger, his pace slow and deliberate as he worked you open. “You feel incredible.”
Your head tipped back, a string of incoherent sounds spilling from your lips. You were so close, your body coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue.
“Kento, I—” Your voice broke, your body trembling as the tension reached its peak.
“Let go,” he murmured against your skin, his tone both commanding and tender. “I’ve got you.”
And that was all it took. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you. You cried out his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked you through it, his movements slowing but never stopping.
When the waves finally subsided, you collapsed back onto the mattress, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Nanami pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before moving back up your body, his hands bracketing your waist as he hovered over you.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his brow furrowing with concern.
You nodded, a shaky laugh escaping you. “More than okay.”
His lips twitched into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss you, slow and tender. You could taste yourself on his lips, the intimacy of it making your cheeks flush.
But then you felt him against you—hot, hard, and insistent—and the heat in your belly reignited. You shifted your hips, pressing up against him, and he groaned softly, his restraint visibly fraying.
Not so composed now? You thought.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, his voice strained.
“Yes,” you whispered, your hands sliding down his back. “I want you, Kento. All of you.”
His breath caught, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded, his jaw tightening as he positioned himself at your entrance.
“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.
And he did.
He pushed into you inch by inch, his movements careful and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours as if he needed to see your every reaction. The stretch was overwhelming, but the way he filled you, the way he held you—it was everything.
The stretch was agonisingly delicious, you could feel every ridge, every vein. It felt like he was rearranging your insides, because Nanami Kento was not a small man. Nowhere in his anatomy was he.
Thankfully, he paused midway, letting you catch your breath, peppering your face with kisses.
Then he moved again.
“God,” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel… perfect.”
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “So do you,” you murmured, your voice trembling.
The way he filled you, the way he moved—he wasn’t just touching your body; he was touching something deeper, something you hadn’t even known was there.
Maybe that was your cervix- who knows??
"Ke-n-" You gasped, your teeth sinking into his skin, the tip of his cock bullying your insides.
He hissed in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted you—so much.”
As the tension built between you, his Olympian control began to slip.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against your lips, his voice strained, his cock moving in and out, and you were pretty sure your brain was loosing track of time and space, because his dick was pressing, each and every time, against your g-spot.
“It’s not,” you said quickly, your hands roaming over his back, tracing the strong lines of muscle beneath your fingertips.
You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your breaths mingling, the way he looked at you—like you were something fragile and sacred—made your heart thrum wildly in your chest. Add to that the rhythm of his hips snapping to yours, his cock reaching deep inside you, hitting all the right spots, and you were in heaven.
He shifted his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress, and the feel of him—his warmth, his strength, his unyielding presence—was all-consuming.
Oh wait, he was kissing you again. You let yourself get lost in him, in the way he moved, the way he touched you, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- because in that moment, you were.
His hands moved to your hips, guiding you as he thrust to meet you, and the two of you moved in sync, a rhythm that was all your own.
And fuck, his cock was making you see stars, every thrust was so fucking good-
"Ah-a, Kento-" You tried to line up the words, to tell him how good he was making you feel, but nothing even made sense.
He groaned in response, his lips finding your throat, kissing and biting as he pushed you closer to the edge.
“So close,” he muttered. “I can feel you… God, I can’t get enough of you.”
His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, like he couldn’t get enough of you.
Oh you were so gonna bruise tomorrow.
Inside and out.
"Ken- fuck I'm close." You gasped out.
"I know sweetheart."
Oh okay.
You groaned, and Nanami let out a broken chuckle, his hips snapping to yours faster, his balls slapping against your ass. He was going faster and faster, the fat head of his cock alternating between your g-spot, your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix....
Then he slipped his hand down to your clit, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing small circles and- oh!
You hiccuped, your back arching, your orgasm came on way too fast, too unpredicted, too soon.
"That's it sweet girl.." Nanami mumbled, but you were milking him, squeezing way too hard. He urgently pulled out, his cock twitching against your stomach, even as your poor cunt was spazzing around nothing, but Nanami was too much of a gentleman to leave her without company.
Naturally he quickly slot two thick fingers in your quivering pussy, with his thumb slowly rubbing your clit, working you through your orgasm.
It took you a second to actually connect your thoughts back together. As you did, he slid his fingers out, covered in your slick, which he quickly popped in his mouth and licked clean, because of course, why waste?
You looked down at yourself, blinking in surprise as you saw that he had came so hard it had squirted halfway up your chest, on your tits and collarbones. You'd only wonder about the physics of that later.
Then your eyes landed on Nanami.
Oh.
Your body was still humming, every nerve alight. Nanami was always composed, always so controlled, but the look on his face now was nothing short of… adoring.
He didn’t look at you like you were just there. No, the way his gaze flickered over every inch of your face, the way his pupils dilated as he admired you—he was looking at you like you were something divine.
A goddess, a force of nature. It was as if you had turned the world upside down, made everything else fade into nothing.
His lips were swollen, still parted, and his hair was a little mussed, a few strands falling across his forehead in that charmingly tousled way.
He was so beautiful, it almost made your heart ache.
You couldn’t help but giggle softly, even though you knew it would only make him more flustered.
"You're... you're incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse, like he'd just run a marathon, but it was far more intimate than any casual comment.
“I could say the same about you,” you whispered, your fingers lightly brushing the side of his face. His skin was warm, flushed from the exertion, and you could tell he was still shaking, just a little.
But instead of basking in the aftermath of his compliment, Nanami—ever the caretaker—shifted beside you. His breath still coming in shallow bursts, he gently pulled himself upright and reached for the soft tissue box on the nightstand.
He paused, staring at your tits overall chest- where he had came... with a very specific glint in his eyes, oh? He liked what he saw.
Then he moved. You didn’t realize just how dishevelled you both were until he tenderly cleaned you up, his movements soft and careful, as if he feared even the lightest touch would break you apart.
You let him, unable to stop the flutter in your chest. The vulnerability of the moment made you want to combust. The man has just rearranged your guts, and given you two amazing orgasms and now this??
You had always known Nanami as a man of few words, but tonight—tonight he was nothing short of tender, every movement meant more to him than you’d ever truly known.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice still thick with affection. You hadn’t even realized how still you’d become, how lost in his gaze you’d been, until he stood and gently helped you sit up.
You let him guide you to the bathroom, your body feeling a little unsteady, still buzzing from what had just happened. You noticed, as he helped you step into the bathroom, that his hands were steady—careful, protective—but there was a certain gentleness to his touch that sent a strange warmth through your veins.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern, his brow furrowed in that protective way he always had. There was no urgency, no rush. Everything felt slow and intentional. His every movement, every glance, was designed to make you feel safe, cared for.
Is he really this perfect?
Well actually you knew he was. You could see it in the way he took care of you, in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, in the way he treated you like you were something sacred.
You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice feeling soft and content. “Just a little… dizzy. That’s all.”
Nanami chuckled softly, and you swore it was the sweetest sound in the world-yet you could tell your comment did inflate his ego.. just a little. He wasn’t just taking care of you in the physical sense. He was taking care of your heart, your mind.
When you finished, Nanami made sure you were settled back into bed, his body never leaving yours for more than a few seconds- he slipped into boxers, and gave you the clothes you had arrived in back (your oversized shirt and shorts). He covered you with the blankets, tucking them around you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.
You lay there, in the softness of his embrace, his warmth, his care. The space between you seemed impossibly small, yet in that quiet intimacy, it felt like the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you—safe, and wrapped in the afterglow of something beautiful, something real.
And you also felt a tiny bit smug, that you had managed to get this hunk of a man in your bed.
A/N: I hope this satisfies the people that were asking for a part two!! I absolutely had to call nanami a hunk bc uhhhh why not, it a funny word, in french we have a saying: "homme capable" (translates to: "capable man"), which i think defines nanami quite well.
Masterlist.
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peachibunns · 6 hours ago
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it’s short but first piece that isn’t a blurb !! who cheered —🐇
sevika fucking you in her car just cause you mentioned you were horny in the middle of the long ass drive back from visiting your family for the holidays. hands gripping the fat of your thighs as you cling to her, fingers tangling in her hair while she fucks you in the backseat. she’s grateful for the fact you’re in the middle of nowhere because the sounds coming from you are downright pornographic. pretty little whines and whimpers of her name that only seem to get her going more, burying her strap into your pretty cunt cause she’s so desperate to make u feel good ! she loves seeing her angel feeling good, and she’s alright with a delay in the schedule if it means getting you off.
“love this pussy, baby. ‘s so pretty.” she grins, eyes fixed on where you join, watching the purple of her strap disappear and reappear, practically dripping with your slick. you’re basically going stupid, clinging to her like she’s your life force.
“ohmygod, ‘vika-“ you’re keening against her, trying to get her to focus on you rather than your cunt. it’s useless. she’s drunk on it, as she often is. there’s nothing sevika loves more than your pussy, except maybe you. she looks up at you for a moment, head dipping down to kiss you so softly you almost forget the roughness of her thrusts. you’re quite sure the car is shaking, but you’re too fucked to care. “gonna make me cum, baby–“ you gasp, thighs trembling.
“hnm, i can tell, sweet thing. practically drowning me, shit,” sevika laughs cockily— she knows she fucks you good, and she’s proud of it. the little pool of your wetness that’s gathered on the blanket beneath you is proof enough for her that she should be proud. she slows her movements and you practically sob with need.
“Someone’s impatient,” you can tell from her face that she’s absolutely enjoying this, and she doesn’t even try to hold back a little grin when she speaks. her thrusts pick back up again, and she lets out a little hum in satisfaction when she hears how slick you are.
“Oh baby, listen to ‘er,” she murmurs into your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine when her thumb moves to your clit, a cocky laugh slipping from your girlfriend’s throat.
when you finally cum, letting out a downright nasty moan of her name, sevika cleans you up quickly and sets you in the back of the car with all the pillows and blankets she can find so you can get some rest while she keeps driving. what a gentleman she is.
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please-destroy · 1 day ago
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Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
Word Count: 1K
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You’d thrown her off. You could tell. 
Lizzie’s smile was dimmed. She leaned her chin against her hand, watching you from the other side of the small party. Her forehead was furrowed, her finger touched her lower lip without her realising.
You looked down at your drink. It was all your fault.
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You’d been close friends for years. For a long time, you’d floated around in the same social circles, never really saying more than a few words to each other. 
Then, there’d been a slightly too drunk get together organised by a mutual friend. 
That evening quickly became something unexpectedly perfect. You’d spent hours talking with her in someone else’s backyard, wrapped in old blankets that you’d found when she’d started shivering. You talked for hours about every subject, laughing more than you’d ever laughed with someone before. 
When you left that party in the early morning, you’d wondered if this was one of those magic nights. Or, if Lizzie might really become a friend. 
She called you the next afternoon and answered your question with her nonchalant greeting and conversation.
Her friendship quickly became the best part of your life. 
Life doesn’t follow the routes you expect. This was one of the good unexpected turns. 
Lizzie was not lowkey. That was a common misconception. 
You remembered the first time she called you from a Whole Foods. It had taken a ten minute ramble about grocery choices until you realised the subtle anxiety in her voice. The fear of making a mistake, the many ways it could manifest. 
She apologised after the call. A line of texts, where she made fun of herself. 
The world shifted on its axis and you saw Lizzie clearly then. 
‘Call me whenever, I’ll never mind.’ You’d replied simply.
Lizzie didn’t trust easily. That was true.
It’s how you knew you were special. It was so easy to find a rhythm with her, to live on the same wavelength.
Every year for her birthday, you spent the day together. Every year, you told her that you loved her. That she’d made your year better.
Lizzie would smile, roll her eyes and wrap you in a hug. 
You knew that you were special to her but you’d been careful not to jump to conclusions. 
Until, of course, you’d said something stupid. Something honest. And Lizzie had left. 
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Now, at the party, as you refilled your drink and tried to ignore the loud music, you realised that you’d likely ruined everything.
The thought settled on your shoulders like a heavy weight, a ready nausea filling your throat. You left your untouched drink on a side-table. You craned your neck, scouting for Lizzie in the crowd.
You saw her dim silhouette on the small balcony and headed over. 
Her pale face turned towards you as you slid open the french doors. Lizzie was sitting on an ancient wicker chair that looked close to collapse. It creaked as she moved to face you.
‘We should talk.’ You suggested softly.
Lizzie’s long hair shifted over her shoulder as she nodded in agreement. Her fingers trailed the edge of the balcony railing. 
‘Did you always like me like that?’ She asked abruptly. ‘Is that why you started talking to me?’
Her cool tone made you nervous. You wondered if this was pointless, if everything had already unravelled.
‘No.’ You answered slowly, careful in your honesty. ‘Just a little bit more every day.’
Lizzie’s expression faltered. You could tell it wasn’t what she’d expected. She crossed her legs and you couldn’t help but notice her bare skin.
‘Since I got bigger movie deals?’ Lizzie asked, accusation barely hidden. 
A flash of hurt ran through you.
‘No.’ You tried to keep a level tone. ‘Since the day you called me at Whole Foods.’
Lizzie shook her head.
‘That doesn’t make sense.’ She said quietly.
You shrugged, staying silent as sadness rolled through you. This felt pointless, you’d already lost her. You’d already made the confession that you couldn’t undo. A wave of grief was burgeoning. You wondered if you’d drown. 
You slipped your arms out of your sweater and pulled it over your head.
‘Every year, I spend Valentine’s Day excited that your birthday is only two days away.’ You told her quietly. You handed her your sweater and nodded down to her bare legs, hoping she’d use it as a blanket. She always got cold on nights like these.
‘I’m sorry I fucked it up.’ You told her softly. Lizzie’s eyes reflected distant stars back at you. 
You walked back into the party with the distinct feeling that you were no longer yourself.
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With no alcohol in you, you decided to leave and walk the few streets back to your place. The cold air countered the twisted grief burning up your insides.
You walked with a mind full of Lizzie. 
Valentine’s Day was tomorrow. You couldn’t care less, not anymore. 
You thought about her birthday in three days. You tried not to think about her smile, about how quickly a person can become a memory. You hoped Lizzie wouldn’t be alone for it.
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You turned the corner of your street. 
Lizzie was stepping out of an Uber at your front door. She was wearing your sweater, her hair was caught beneath it. She straightened at the sight of you, raising her hand in a tentative wave.
You walked closer, heart in your mouth. Unfiltered surprise was running through your veins.
‘Why Whole Foods?’ Lizzie asked when you were in hearing distance. ‘Why did it start then?’
You laughed suddenly, at the most obvious unanswerable question in the world.
‘Why not?’ You countered. ‘It had to happen some time.’
Lizzie watched you like you were something brand new. A silence fell between you before she spoke again.
‘Valentine’s Day is tomorrow.’ Lizzie told you seriously, fingers playing with the sleeves of your sweater. ‘We have nothing planned, and I actually had other plans. Not with anyone, not anything like that. But, I’d still have to cancel them. And I had errands to run in the afternoon.’
You recognised the familiar tone of Lizzie’s anxiety. You realised suddenly that she was just scared. 
You took her hand, twining your fingers and giving a quick squeeze.
‘We could just get groceries.’ You suggested with a soft smile.
Lizzie let out a shaky breath, her lips quirked upwards. She squeezed your hand back.
‘Yeah.’ She teased. ‘You’d like that.’
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awrkive · 2 days ago
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smut + 14 + tlp!jk WHAHSJJSNSKSJSSJ I lowk feel like jk would b a little silly this line 😆
14. "I am your daddy."
note: lmfao anon u r right and u should say it
wc: 0.9k
warning/s: c*nnilingus
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“Slap me.” 
“What the fuck?” 
“Just not too hard,” you insist, already feeling a little restless with the cuffs around your wrist. It’s cold and you’re butt naked and Jungkook hasn’t even taken off his pants yet. 
But Jungkook just incredulously responds with, “No, I’m not gonna slap you.” 
“Don’t be a pussy,” you roll your eyes at him, nudging his thigh with your foot. When you dig your heel in his crotch, Jungkook catches your ankle and positions your leg back to the mattress with a “tsk.” You whine. “Jungkook.” 
“What?” He says with mock emphasis as if he doesn’t have you spread out for him right now. He did just make you cum, though… but the way you’re tied to the bedpost right now is making you feel a little raunchier than usual.
“If we're doing BDSM and shit, you need to be a little mean.” you say. You bite your lip when Jungkook runs his fingers through his hair in that weirdly sexy way. You’ll never tire of thinking that he’s extremely attractive and that he's yours.
“Baby, I can’t believe I’m telling you this, but you’re crazy if you think I can ever lay my hand on you.” 
“Ugh.” You groan sarcastically. “Fine. What do you suggest then? You’re the one who wanted to try out the cuffs, mind you.” 
“So? I just wanted to eat you out.” He retorts. “With cuffs.” 
You pout. “I thought you were finally going to reveal you have some sort of a daddy kink…” 
Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Unbuckling his belt, you bite your lip as you watch him slide it out of the loops and throw it on the heap of the floor, zipping down his pants and pulling it down with his boxers all the way off to reveal his cock. It’s engorged and red already, with precum shining to attention.
The metal clunk when you made a move to reach out, and only then do you realize that you’re restricted to any arm mobility as of now. Which makes you frown. 
“Do you have a daddy kink?” Jungkook throws back the question at you, stroking his cock. You're focused on that before he leans down on your chest. 
Your breath hitch when he peppers kisses down the perk of your breasts, a moan escaping from your lips when he wraps his mouth around your nipple, quick to alternate between sucking and licking. 
When Jungkook fondles your other boob, your head lolls backward, eyes rolling at the sensation. 
“I-I’m not sure. Never tried it.” You say, focusing on the movement of his tongue. 
“Uh-huh,” Jungkook furthers his mouth down your stomach, making your eyes snap open. You look at him, at the curls on top of his head, curious to what he’ll do next. When he holds your waist, he murmurs, “Pretty girl,” It tickles, the way he leaves ghosts of his kisses on your skin, but when his lips touch the heat of your core, you sigh with content. “Pretty pussy.” 
“Oh.” You moan when he licks at your lips, his tongue quickly coming back for more and hand pinning your waist down when your begin to buck up. 
Jungkook’s never been shy about being an avid fan of your pussy and eating it any time of day but he always manages to render you speechless at how much he likes doing it, because he performs it with such purpose; tongue licking every crevice and mouth sucking every slick, and when he inserts his long fingers in your aching, wet hole, you keen just like every a few minutes ago and every single time. 
“Fuck.” You sigh out, already feeling another wave of orgasm when Jungkook speeds up. The sound of spit and slick is lewd and vulgar to the ears, but you couldn't care less, not when you’re close to cumming. 
“Baby– oh god–” You thrash in the cuffs, knees shaking at your impending release. With Jungkook’s two fingers sliding in and out of your pussy and his tongue sucking your clit simultaneously and with your inability to hold anything, you suddenly feel like crying. “Kook, oh my god, slow– slow down, please–”
But instead of doing just that, Jungkook speeds up even faster, and that nearly flies you off the edge, can feel yourself cumming when–
“Jung– what the fuck?” 
You look at Jungkook in offense when he suddenly comes up, cutting your release. Nevermind the fact that he looks like literal sin with your juices all over his mouth and chin – the damn guy just stopped eating you out just as when you were about to cum. 
Jungkook shrugs coolly, and if it wasn’t because of the cuffs, you would’ve jabbed at his chest by now because the audacity? 
"You want me to be mean, you said,” his lips curl up playfully. “I’ll edge you a bit. Then you can have my cock... when I want to. How’s that sound?”
Your face contorts into confusion and realization and there’s a weird feeling in your stomach because you want to knock at his head but also… it’s kinda… hot? 
You purse your lips.
Jungkook decides to add, “I’m your daddy now.” 
You deadpan. 
What you don’t expect is Jungkook immediately laughing just right after he said that. 
“Alright, damn, that sounded way better in my head.” He snickers, and you can’t help but feel a little silly too. 
“Jungkook.” you half-whine and laugh. 
Jungkook leans down to kiss your mouth, and you can feel his hard dick nudging your thigh at the action. Cupping your cheeks, Jungkook looks at you for a few seconds then kisses you again. 
“I can’t be mean to you. You’re my baby.” He purrs and as if he can’t get enough, he pecks your mouth again. 
You jut your bottom lip out to not laugh. He takes it as another invite for a kiss.  
“You’re a sap.” You tease. 
When Jungkook breaks away (not without kissing you again), he looks at you with a proud smile. “Damn straight.” 
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cybrasigilism · 3 days ago
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NSFW alphabet with Player 125 (Park Min-su)
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warnings: smut and all things of the like ofc | these are my headcanons for this character, please be respectful even if my personal opinions for the character differ from yours :)
character: park min-su (player 125)
A/N: i know this isn’t the best gif but player 125 gifs are slim pickings apparently! if i could figure out how to make my own gifs i so would
MDNI! 18+ content ahead, reader discretion is advised
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A= Aftercare what are they like after sex?
↳ he would definitely go for the standard cuddling post-sex, he especially loves being the little spoon so you can stroke his hair (that and he can nuzzle his face in your chest)
B= Body part their favourite body part of theirs + their partner’s
↳ he’s quite self conscious about his own body, but if he had to pick a favourite it would be his hands, because he can touch and hold you with them. as for a favourite body part on his partner? he would tell you he loves your lips, but deep down he’s a tits man through and through.
C= Cum anything to do with cum
↳ he will always warn you when he’s close, whether it be verbally or with a tap on the shoulder if he’s too far gone. he will also never cum inside unless his partner states it’s okay.
D= Dirty Secret self explanatory
↳ you know what they say, it’s always the quiet ones. and that is too true for our guy Min-su. he may seem meek and unassuming on the outside, but when it comes to sex he’s totally a freak, and that’s all apart of the appeal
E= Experience how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?
↳ he doesn’t have a ton of experience, but he isn’t completely in the dark. he understands the basics, and trust when i say he definitely knows what he wants. but, when it comes to his first time with someone new, he gets super nervous and prefers it when his partner shows them what they want and how to do it right
F= Favourite Position
↳ Cowgirl. he loves being able to see your face when you guys are fucking, but in that same breath he feels much more confident under you then on top. don’t think he’ll be letting you do all the work either, when he really gets into it he’ll grab your hips and fuck up into you
G= Goofy are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?
↳ at first, he would be way too nervous to really say much of anything when you guys have sex, hell, he’ll even try to hold back his moans/whimpers because he’s so shy in the beginning. however, when you guys have been together for sometime and he gets more comfortable, he takes fucking you very seriously. he won’t goof off or be silly but if you crack a joke amidst the fucking™️, he’ll laugh
I= Intimacy how are they in the moment? the romantic aspect
↳ because he’s so nervous at first he always double checks that he’s doing something right and that you’re feeling good. he needs assurance before moving forward in any aspect of the sexual experience, he just wants to know that he’s making you feel as good as you’re making him feel
J= Jack off masturbation headcanon
↳ he’s very into mutual masturbation; the idea of you getting off on the idea of him while he’s jerking off to you is something he finds super hot. for solo time, he has a habit of edging himself, something unintentional at first but he quickly realized it made the climax feel 1000 times better
K= Kink one or more of their kinks
↳ slapping (being slapped). begging. overstimulation. blindfolding. i’ll leave it at that
L= Location favourite places to do the do
↳ while Min-su may be open to a bit in the bedroom, he would also like to keep it in the bedroom. no public sex of any kind for this guy, he gets too anxious with the constant looming risk of someone walking in on you two getting it on
M= Motivation what turns them on? what gets them going?
↳ as much as he’s lowkey embarrassed to admit it, he totally gets aroused whenever you boss him around. also, if you whisper anything suggestive in his ear, he will melt in your hands right then and there
N= No something they won’t do
↳ he doesn’t like to be the dominant one in bed, he finds it too daunting and again, feels more comfortable when his partner is the one in charge
O= Oral preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.
↳ he would rather get head than give it, and that’s purely because he doesn’t feel like he’s good at giving oral. he’s not out of this world by any stretch of the imagination, but he does need to give himself more credit. he also is quite vocal when you give him head, and will grab your hair when he’s close
P= Pace are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.
↳ he definitely starts out slower, not only for you to adjust to him but also for him to build up confidence, but he will pick up the pace either when he gets more into the groove of it or if you ask him to. he tries to be rough if you ask for it but he always feels really bad if you wince or cry out, he would much rather you be rough on him than the other way around
Q= Quickie their opinions on quickies, how often?
↳ he wouldn’t be opposed to a quickie now and then, but he prefers for you guys to take your time when it comes to fucking, generally
R= Risk are they game to experiment? do they take risks?
↳ while he gets anxious at the very idea of public sex, he is more than willing to experiment in other aspects. of course, you guys always have a safe word for when you do end up experimenting
S= Stamina how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?
↳ min-su’s stamina is quite surprising, he can typically last for 3-4 minutes. however, as long as his partner is alright with it, he is always willing to go past the initial release, and at most will go 5 or so rounds
T= Toys do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?
↳ he 100% owns a fleshlight. nothing crazy, but it gets the job done. he is also game for his partner to use any toys they might have during the act
U= Unfair how much do they like to tease?
↳ he might try to tease you a bit, but it’s too adorable how flustered he gets when you turn the tables on him tenfold
V= Volume how loud are they? what sounds do they make, etc.
↳ the more comfortable he gets, the more vocal he becomes. he tends to just moan and whimper, usually getting more high pitched the closer he gets to release. if he does get a word out, he usually says something along the lines of “it feels too good” or “don’t stop. oh god please don’t stop”. he will call you mommy if you’re into that
W= Wild Card a random headcanon
↳ surprisingly good at fingering. he also loves it when you call him “good boy”
X= X-Ray what’s going on under the clothes?
↳ now i’m not saying he’s crazy jacked, he’s definitely a softer guy, but he’s slightly buff. he’s average sized, 5 1/2” when he’s hard
Y= Yearning how high is their sex drive?
↳ he doesn’t have a super high sex drive, like he isn’t chomping at the bit constantly to fuck you, but he certainly wouldn’t turn down the offer if you were DTF
Z= Zzz how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?
↳ this sweetheart would try to stay awake until you dozed off, but he just gets so comfortable in your arms that he falls asleep way before you do.
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another reminder that all advice and constructive criticism for my writing is welcome and requested! i’m always looking to improve my skills. i hope you enjoyed :)
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insomniadreamzz · 3 days ago
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Could you do A/B/O with Jinx as an alpha and reader as an omega in heat? If possible ty
Omggg yes! I love writing about wolfies!! 🥰
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The Alphas Omega
Alpha!Jinx x Omega Fem!Reader
Smut, mentions of blood, mentions of G!P
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Two Alpha’s in a family was already stressful and not very easy to handle because of rivalry but these two sisters who were the said Alphas hated each other. They never got along well together after an accident and losing their pack leader, their father. One blames the other and so they separated.
The sisters were called Jinx and Vi. Vi already had found her omega, her name was Caitlyn. Jinx hated how fast her sister found her Omega, feeling like Vi was once again being better than Jinx which the blue haired Alpha hated.
„You will sense it once you find your Omega, don’t stress yourself.“ Her fathers words were ringing through Jinx’s head, making her grunt at the memory. „When though…“ She felt impatient, pacing around like a lost puppy as she thought about it more and more, deciding to leave her place to give her mind a little rest, a little fresh air wouldn’t be that bad after all so she made her way out. It didn’t take her long until someone bumped into her, making her let out a annoyed growl. „Can you open your eyes when walking??“
It was you who bumped into her, a Omega who was in heat and in desperate need for an Alpha. That’s actually the point why you were walking so quickly. You ran away from someone. Some Alpha who chased you because of your heat but you really didn’t want that Alpha to even get close to you.
Jinx’s expression was serious, she wasn’t amused by your sudden appearance at least for the first few seconds. Not wanting to stare too much at her beautiful thin but still muscular body, you decided to break the awkward silence. „I-…um…I am sorry.“ Your words came out quicker than you wanted, making you feel embarrassed but the longer you stood there, Jinx found interest in you, leaning down to take in your scent a little more, sensing that you are indeed a Omega. She kept on staring with her unusual but beautiful pink eyes before a little chuckle left her lips, kind of startling you. „Heh…as I can see a Omega bumped into me? And such a beautiful one too.“ She was flirting with you, making it harder to ignore your heat as you felt your crotch tingle at her seductive voice.
„Yeah and? I didn’t do it on purpose.“ You whined as you crossed your arms, trying to annoy her and get rid of you but that behavior only made it more tempting for Jinx. „Oh no need to act out like that. Are you searching for a Alpha to take care of your heat babygirl?? Or are you trying to deny your heat more from me? You know I can sense it.“ The way she talked to you made your knees go weak. Yes you needed release so bad. You believed that everything that happens is for a reason, so meeting her so randomly also must have happened for a reason. At least you tried to convince yourself to believe that.
„There you are. Thought you could run away from me?“ A man appeared around the corner, making you whince in fear. He was the one chasing you and making you run away, Jinx could sense your fear so she decided to protect you, moving her arm around your waist as she pulled you closer to her. „Fuck off dude, that’s my Omega.“ She grumbled as she looked at the other Alpha with a death stare.
„Is that so? Then why doesn’t she have your scent on her?? She is not yours and I will make sure she never will be.“ He snarled back, making Jinx only more mad, her protective instincts getting more present as you searched for safety in her touch. Being a unowned Omega in heat was very difficult sometimes especially since you didn’t only follow your instincts but also your heart. You wouldn’t let anyone get close to you you didn’t have a connection with it just felt wrong. And especially not that kind of male Alpha who thinks he can get you only because you are in heat.
„Fine. Then I have to show you a lesson. You will regret not turning away and fucking leaving her alone.“ Jinx‘s eyes were glowing pink. Usually werewolves had golden eyes but not hers. She was a very special werewolf you just felt it. When she let go of you, stepping forward to challenge the other Alpha, you already missed her touch, standing there as you watched the scene before you. She was very quick, attacking the male without a warning, both clawing and punching each other, you couldn’t tell who of them would win yet but you hoped it was Jinx. You heard a groan from the male, blood running down his face as he panted heavily. „You’re way too quick…“ He said, spitting on the floor. Jinx only smirking at him, watching his form kneeling pathetically on the ground before giving him a last kick. „You are not even worth being an Alpha.“ She spat out the words disgusted before turning to walk towards you. You were happy that she took over and won this but you also frowned when you saw bruises on her face and body.
„Are you alright??…“ You dared to ask, gaining a grin from her as she nodded. „Of course I am. I showed him what a real Alpha is like.“
The way she saved you without even knowing you, it was so hot. It made you immediately fall for her. Something you didn’t know would happen the second you saw her but now all you wanted was to get close to her, rushing towards her and hugging her tightly, taking in her scent. „Thank you…thank you so much.“ You told her, feeling her arms gently move around you to keep you close as she did the same. Your scent was addicting to her and she couldn’t stop the thought of being inside of you, your heat making her go crazy deep inside. „Come on let’s leave before this idiot changes his mind.“ Jinx mentioned before dragging you along with her to her hideout.
„It’s okay I can go home now you already helped me out.“ You told her but Jinx ignored your wish to just go, knowing what will happen when you stay around her in your heat. „I saw how you can protect yourself hun, you are a typical omega…soft and kind, not wanting to do any harm…“ She cooed her last words, eyeing you carefully before she made you sit on her bed, getting a whine from you in response.
„Don’t you dare wanting to leave me now after spreading your beautiful scent around me…“ She said as she crawled on top of you, making your back hit the mattress as you go into your submissive space, your mind wants you to go but your instincts told you to stay. There was something special about Jinx. Not only her saving you but also her scent. It wasn’t like the other Alphas scent, it was much more beautiful and addicting. Was that how a Alpha smells like that perfectly fits for you? You had so many questions but you will soon lose the ability to think as you slowly shut your brain off and listen to your instincts, to your heat.
It didn’t take long for Jinx to lose her patience, the need to get closer to you have taken over her as she placed kisses down your neck, her fangs gently bite your skin, making you whine at the pain. Your hands clawing at her shoulders, hips buckling up to rub your heat against her crotch, you really were so needy. „Fuck…such a good girl you are…“ She mumbled against your skin before running her tongue along your sensitive skin up to your jawline and then captured your lips in a heated kiss.
You couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. „Please…please I need you…“ You mumbled into the kiss, basically begging for release, this only turned her on even more as she moved her hands down to her pants and getting rid of them, releasing her hard member. Only your clothes being in the way now which Jinx removed immediately after, you desperately lifting your hips so she could take it off, seeing how wet you are made her bite down on her lower lip, her gaze driving you crazy as you whined out softly. „Mhh…stop staring and fuck me already!“
Jinx chuckled at your needy reaction, leaning back down to whisper into your ear while she was teasing your entrance with the tip. „So needy and impatient aren’t you? When we met you didn’t want me to fuck you and now…all mine huh?“ She bit down on your earlobe, making you groan in annoyance. You knew she enjoyed teasing you so much but you had enough of that, wrapping your legs around her waist to pull her closer, her cock slipping inside you easily which made her feel surprised at first, letting out a soft moan as she felt your warmth. „Ah…you are so horny for me…for me only…“ She said, finally thrusting inside of you, giving you exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t feel happier.
It didn’t take long until you both ended up a moaning mess, the room being filled with wet naughty sounds, the pheromones in the air driving both of you crazy.
Her thrusts became harder and faster, fucking you into the mattress as she left bites down your neck and chest, marking you as hers as she got lost into the pleasure and the sweet sounds you made, licking up the blood when she bit a little bit too hard. „Fuck! Fuck I‘m-…c-close…“ You panted in between your moans. You felt that Jinx was close too as her moans became louder, she tried to hold them back before by biting her lower lip hard but at this point it was just not possible anymore as she reached her orgasm as well, knotting you as she then released her cum inside of you, you cumming right after, walls clenching around her as you clawed her back, leaving scratch marks there, making Jinx groan softly at the pain mixed with the pleasure.
She let you ride out your orgasm, giving you slow but deep thrusts before she could pull out but you didn’t let her pull out of you, pulling her back down on you, searching for her lips and you both kissed each other again. „Hnng…stay…right where you are.“ You said softly and she stayed, looking down at you with a smirk, knowing you weren’t half way done yet. „Oh? You wanna go again?“ She asked with a teasing voice as she placed kisses on your cheek and jawline. You only hummed in response but then you remembered you didn’t even know her name.
„So…will that strong Alpha tell me her name or what? So I can scream it for the next round…“ You told her, making her eyes flicker with excitement as she looked down at you. „It’s Jinx.“ She answered and you told her your name after before you kissed again, deeply and passionately.
You knew she was the one. Your Alpha and you are her Omega.
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The Locker Room Horizontal Tango. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶
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UA Hero Course Touya x Support Course Y/N
Synopsis: An AU where Touya Todoroki is the top of the Hero Course at UA. He's hot, untouchable and and an absolute player - or so you think. The Reader is in the Support Course and often works on Touya's support gear and hero suit. After months of flirting back and forth, Touya initiates ridiculously steamy sex in the UA gym locker room. The sex is hot, but it seems he may have more than just fucking on his mind...
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The shower is filled with steam - blending seamlessly with Touya's snow white hair. He's positioned the shower head so that the steam of scalding water is tilted away from you both. The stall is comfortably warm, and droplets of hot water still manage to splash random parts of your body as Touya positions you - hands against the warm tile walls and ass up towards him. He bends you over and makes sure you have good footing on the shiny tile floor before he strokes at your entrance with his cock. You gasp and the sensation - his wet tip gliding against your clit once, twice, three times, aaaand...
"Fuck, Touya!"
He doesn't take his time when he slides inside of you. He just starts moving. You weren't expecting him to move so quickly, but it doesn't really matter because your pussy has been soaking wet since he made eyes at you across the gym from his bench.
"Slow down, Jesus Christ." You manage to choke out as he pistons his hips and thrusts into you without warning. You feel so full and the stretch is absolutely delicious, but you want him to take his time. You want him to take you apart as meticulously as he promised he would in your Instagram DMs the night before.
"No can do, doll. Gotta be quick - we can't get caught like this." He says casually, but you can hear him straining to keep his voice even.
Hooking up in the UA gym locker room showers is definitely an expulsion-worthy offense. So, yeah, he's probably right. Gotta keep this short and sweet.
You throw your hips back and flex your pelvic muscles around his hard cock, and you hear him hiss out a curse in reply.
"Shit."
"I can play dirty, too." You smirk.
"Yeah. Okay. Sure." You hear the grin in his voice as he gives you a deep thrust and brings down his palm flat across the meat of your ass. It's not a hard slap - in fact, it barely makes a noise. But the sheer act of him smaking you around pushes you off the deep end. He's so fucking hot and so totally out of your league.
He slides his hands up to grip your hips so he can pick up the pace even more.
"Ever have a cock this good, doll face? I bet you haven't." He teases, getting comfortable as he gets a good feel for your pussy. "Your such a studious little slut. Always updating my costume. Don't think I didn't notice what you did to my jumpsuit...you made it so tight on my fucking ass I can barely get it on." He wanders a hand to your left cheek and squeezes hard. You yelp at the sensation. "Yeah, that's how I feel every goddamn time I need to suit up for training now. Sucks, doesn't it?" He squeezes your butt again, more softly this time. He slows down his pace a bit, then gives you a single hard thrust. Jesus, his dick is going to split you in two. "Consider this punishment."
You groan. You were hoping he'd notice that little modification...
"An ass like that needs to be accentuated." You whimper out under your breath. "It was my duty as a support specialist to make your pants less baggy to show off that juicy peach."
"You fucking little minx." Touya is laughing out loud. You peer back over his shoulder and see him smiling down at you, eyes genuinely happy. You've never seen his expression so unguarded before - he's always scowling or looking devastatingly mischievous. But right now he just looks like a guy who's having fun.
"Oh, you wanna make eye contact?" He asks, and it's a genuine question. He's not joking around or mocking you. You nod dumbly as his hips still. His cock sits inside you for a moment, motionless except for a small twitch of arousal. "Alright, lemme figure this out." He pulls out slowly. Your pussy pulses with need when he's gone, empty and desperate for hero course cock.
He uses his big, strong hands to pull you upright, resting them gently at your hips. You stand there, staring at the tiled shower wall with your back to him. You feel hot all over as you feel his hungry eyes on your ass, your back, your shoulders. He's only ever seen you in a mechanic jumpsuit in the Support Course lab or in your school uniform. This is the most of you he's ever seen - and he loves it.
He slowly moves his hands upwards to run appreciatively up your curves, skin sliding easily across your shower-damp skin.
"Fucking gorgeous." He breathes out, pulling you flush against him. You yelp in surprise as you feel his hard cock erect against your bare ass, his muscled stomach and chest slick against your back. He brings his hands up, up, up and scoops at your breasts. "I've had my eyes on these for a while." He squeezes at your tits, bringing his thumbs to circle your pert nipples. You let out a tiny moan of pleasure.
"That feel good?" He whispers, bending his neck so that his breath ghosts along the shell of your ear. "You like it when I play with your tits? Answer me, sweetheart. Tell me what you like."
He's being gentle now, and you're unsure about it. It's a complete departure from what you were expecting, from the hard fucking he was just so confidently dishing out.
"I can keep going hard for you, or we can slow things down." He offers up. You weren't expecting that. "Come on, tell me what you want." He squeezes your breasts lightly, eliciting a shiver throughout your body.
"Y-yeah. I like it when you touch my tits." You breathe out under your breath. You try to remember where you are - it's a Saturday afternoon and the men's locker room showers are likely to get quite busy soon as your classmates finish their workouts. You can't afford to be heard.
"Then I'll keep doing it." Touya says, fondling your breasts with the confidence you'd expect of the sex god of Class 3B. He pinches at your nipples in the most deliciously sinful way as he plants a hot kiss to your flushed neck. "And how would you like it if I touched riiiiight..." He lets his right hand wander down the expanse of your stomach and waist, dipping a long finger towards your pussy. "here?" He finds your clit and begins to circle it slowly.
"Oh!" You try to keep your voice low and fail as you squeak out an embarrassingly shrill moan. "Yeah. Yeah I like that, too." He continues to play with your clit - he's so confident and experienced and it all feels so. damn. good. You wish it would never end. You wish you were more articulate during sex. You wish that Touya fucking loves you as much as he loves fucking. But your pussy clenches needily, desperate to be filled back up. A greater woman would enjoy the attention and focus on the sensations of the top Hero Course student's capable hands on them. But you're not a greater woman. You're fucking horny and cock hungry.
"Please, Touya. Fuck me?" You whine out, grinding your ass against his hard cock. He laughs into your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek before he steps backwards and away from you. He releases his grip on your boob and pussy.
"Yeah, I'll give you what you need babygirl. Let's get you that eye contact, too." He turns you around and in an instant has you pressed against the warm tiled wall. His body melts into yours and he leans down to press your lips together as well, his hot mouth inviting and soft. Your eyes flutter shut as you kiss him back, pressing years of want into the hot slide of your lips. You've been lusting after him since first year. Every time he asks for modifications to his hero costume you make sure you get assigned to his case so you have an excuse to talk with him, tease him, make him laugh...you've always hoped and prayed that he'd want you just as badly. But this is Touya Todoroki, the guy who's managed to simultaneously be the school's bad boy and top of his class. He has his choice of literally anyone at UA, regardless of gender. Why would he ever choose you?
Your brain slyly slurs out: "Well he's certainly choosing you right now, isn't he?"
Yes indeed - here you are, on the receiving end of Touya's amazing tounge as he deepens the kiss and grabs at your hips with greedy hands. His cock is hard against your belly, twitching with desire.
He breaks the kiss for a moment to whisper "Touch me, Y/N." before sealing your lips back to his in another electrifying kiss. You bring your shaking hands up and around his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles of his back and neck before deciding to explore his chest. You slide your hands between your bodies, placing your open palms against his hard pecs. You drag your hands slowly, slowly down his rippling abs and stomach and he groans into your mouth at the contact.
You continue to kiss him, the rhythm of your lips becoming increasingly erratic when your hand brushes against his throbbing erection. You try to stay confident as you wrap your dexterous mechanic hand around the base of his cock, shocked at how big he is. He's sticky - a mixture of precum and slick from being inside of you. Goddamn this is so fucking hot. You try not to get caught up in your head as you move to slowly jerk him off, your hand sliding from base to tip in a smooth motion. He breathes in sharply and breaks away from your mouth, burying his face into your neck as your hand glazes over the tip of his cock. You gain some confidence and slide your hand back down to the base. His breath becomes ragged as you work at him, paying extra special attention to the tip of his dick.
"God." He breathes out, his hips lightly bucking to urge you on. "If I had known you'd be this good to me, I would have fucked you a long time ago. I've always wanted to bend you over that stupid help desk counter at the Support Course Lab. Wanted to strip you out of that stupid neon orange mechanic jumpsuit you're always wearing." He's grumbling nonsense into your neck as you pick up the pace, putting all of your energy into giving him a great handjob. "Ah! Ah! I'm gonna need you to stop that, beautiful."
You slide your hand off of his dick and he plants a soft kiss into your neck before pulling away from you. He stares down at you with an incredulous look in his piercing blue eyes, chest rising and falling heavily. "Fuck, the things you do to me." He whispers through full lips, his eyes darting down to your tits and then back up to meet your eyes. Your stomach does a little somersault at all the keen attention he's giving you. Is there a chance...that he actually likes you?
He reaches down between you and spins his fingertip against your clit again, causing your pussy to throb hungrily.
"Let's get you taken care of." He breathes out quietly, his face a breath away from your own. He taps at your clit again and smirks as you shift your body towards him needily, desperate for him to provide some sort of relief to your aching pussy. You look up at him with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, I could really use your cock right now." You say in a desperate, slutty sort of voice. It's a voice that even you are surprised to hear coming out of your mouth. Touya gives you another genuine laugh and you find yourself entranced by the sound.
"Don't worry, I've got you." He scoops up your right leg and positions it so that your knee presses against your chest. He presses your bodies back against eachother and uses his free hand to push the head of his cock to your entrance.
This time, he takes it slow. This time, he makes sure you feel every fucking inch of him slide into you. He stares into your wide eyes with his own shockingly bright eyes, desperate to see every emotion that flickers across your face as you take his thick cock.
You moan as he bottoms out inside of you, your body is thrilled to be full and stretched like this. Fuck. If he asked, you'd be his little slut til the end of time.
But the vibe has shifted - it's no longer hot and heavy and desperate.
No, in this new position, Touya is fucking worshiping your body with every stroke. His eyes are laser focused on your face, his lips parted as he lets out these tiny sighs of pleasure with each thrust. He presses your knee up a bit more so he can get a better angle, shifting his hips from side to side so that he can get as much of his cock inside of you as possible.
You have no idea what to do or say, you've never had someone's attention this laser focused on you during sex. You feel like you'll combust under his gaze, under his touch. His cock feels so fucking good inside of your tight heat - the gentle way he's dragging it backwards before lightly thrusting it back inside is absolute heaven. He keeps up a steady pace for a few moments before he dips his head so he can bury it back into your neck. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you into his chest, your knee pressed between your two bodies as he continues to fuck into you softly.
Your so overwhelmed with the magic of it all you keep forgetting to breathe. You feel so comfortable pressed against him like this, his cock buried in you as far as it will go. Your orgasm builds with each thrust, a tense coiling of golden ichor in your core.
Touya seems to feel the same because he picks up the pace, groaning quietly into the soft flesh of your neck with every rut. "Fuck this pussy is good Y/N." He flexes into you, the tip of his cock hitting a gloriously deep spot inside of you. You feel your legs start to shake with the pleasure of it all.
"Touya. Touya. I think I'm gonna..."
"Yeah baby? Can you cum for me, pretty girl?" He moans into your skin, pressing wet kisses to the place where your neck and shoulder meet. Baby? Pretty Girl? Fuck.
The pet names drive you over the edge and you cum hard around his cock. Your pussy flexes and flares and absolutely consumes him as he fucks up into you.
"Oh fuck baby. Fuck Yeah. Shit." Touya mutters a string of expletives appreciatively as he feels your cunt flutter and squeeze around him as you cream. He slides his hands down to your waist and helps you ride out your orgasm with stuttering hips. Your gummy walls try to milk him for his baby batter and you feel his breath hitch. The tail end of your orgasm slips away, leaving you a twitching mess in its wake.
"Shit. Baby. Shit. I'm gonna cum." Touya breathes, thrusting into you hard before quickly scrambling to pull out of your slick heat. Your leg drops to the ground as he takes a quick step away, splattering your stomach with thick cum as he barely makes it out in time. You lean back into the shower tile, catching your breath as Touya stares at you with wide, fucked out eyes. He rubs out the last waves of his orgasm, dick quickly going soft in his hand as he stares at your gorgeous, shaky body.
"Woah." He breathes, releasing his hold on his cock and straightening up to stand. He runs his hands through sex-wild white hair, laughing a bit as he comes back to himself.
"Yeah, woah." You slide down to sit on the floor, absolutely exhausted and caught up in the afterglow of the best fuck you've ever had. You close your eyes and drop your head back against the wall and breathe in deeply, your breasts bouncing with the effort of it.
After a moment, he joins you, knocking his bare knee against your own.
The shower is still going next to you both, droplets of hot water bouncing off the tile floor and clinging to your skin in small splashes.
"Would you be up for doing that again sometime?" He asks, voice open and eager.
You crack open an eye and look over at him, bewildered.
"Seriously?" You say, not even bothering to hide the surprise in your voice.
Yeah, when Touya started sexting you via Instagram late last night you were hoping for a good hot fuck. But that was it. You know Touya's reputation, and you know he doesn't sleep with anyone more than once. Plus - he's wayyy out of your league. He's a hot shot future hero and you're the kind of side character who's always behind the scenes. Most of the hero course students barely notice you, even when you help with their support gear. You're not a main character, you're just a face in the crowd.
"Did you hear anything I was saying before?" Touya laughs incredulously. "We've been friends for like three years, haven't we? Ever since you started working on my support gear in our first year."
It's true that the two of you have been known to chat and discuss his support gear. You'll even grab lunch together every few weeks to chat through shared course work and the general UA curriculum. But this whole time you thought he was just buttering you up so you'd do your best when working on his hero gear. You're friendly with him, sure. You're friendly with a lot of people. It's part of being in Support - customer service and that sort of thing.
Hold on.
You think back to all of the memes he's sent you on Instagram, the times he's waved to you in the hall. The extra hours he's spent chatting with you while you tinkered with his support gear in the lab, the times he's snuck you extra sweets from Lunch Rush as a thank you for the suit modifications. Holy shit. You've been putting this guy on a fucking pedestal and this whole entire time he's been...trying to make you his friend!?
You give him a surprised look, eyebrows raised. Your mouth is trying to find words but you're at an utter loss.
"Y/N. You can't be serious. I've been trying to get your attention for literal months." He's giving you a look of bafflement. "I've been flirting with you forever. Like...every time I come to the Lab. My support gear has been working perfectly all year, didn't you notice that the cuff to my gloves kept breaking in the same spot? I literally have been taking it apart with a screwdriver every other week for an excuse to come back to the Lab to talk to you."
"Huh!?" Your brain is crashing out as it scrambles to think back to all the times Touya would show up to the Lab, sheepishly grinning as he showed you the latest way he's managed to break his support gear "during training."
"Y/N." Touya shakes his head in disbelief, then throws back his head and laughs - illicit locker room hookup be damned. You can't help but start laughing with him. "Come here." He stands up and hauls you to your feet.
The showers in the locker room are private and broken into two sections - a tiny curtained changing area that leads into the larger shower space. He opens the shower curtain to the cramped changing area to grab his gym bag. He unzips it and pulls out a washcloth alongside a ziplock bag filled with toiletries. He ducks back into the shower area where you're standing awkwardly, completely naked and still sticky from sex.
He reaches behind you to adjust the shower head so that it's back in place, and gently pushes you under the warm water. You feel your muscles relaxing under the hot steamy flow. You close your eyes and tilt your head back to wet your hair. You're exhausted and feeling such a complex mix of emotions - nerves at how you'll escape the men's locker room undetected, delight at the orgasm you've just shared with the hottest guy at UA, and surprise and excitement that Touya has been trying to pursue you all this time.
You let out a small "eep!" of surprise as you feel Touya slot himself behind you. He wraps his muscled arms around your body and squeezes you in a brief hug, before sliding a thick bar of soap across the plush skin of your stomach.
"Let's get you cleaned up." He says quietly, his voice a tickle in your ear as he dips to kiss your neck. He slowly soaps you up, bubbles of suds glinting across your skin in the low florescent light of the school shower. He touches you like you're something valuable, something to be cherished. It makes your heart feel like you might explode.
In a few minutes, you're squeaky clean. You've used some of the shampoo from the shower's soap dispenser to lather at your hair, and Touya's made short work of your body with soap and a washcloth. But he doesn't stop there. He kneads at your sore shoulder muscles under the hot water, laughing softly when you arch into his gentle touch. Who would have thought that Touya would be the king of aftercare!?
It's a quiet, intimate thing to be touched by Touya in this way. Even in your wildest Touya fantasies, you never let yourself dream that a post-coital Touya could be so sweet. You've only heard rumors of his reputation as a heartbreaker - he's always fucking and leaving. You don't even realize that you've said this aloud to him until he pauses in his gentle massage at the nape of your neck.
"Huh. Yeah that's a fair concern. Well...think of it this way. I have a lot of fuckin' goals. I want to be number one at school. I want to be the number one hero once we graduate. I've never had time for relationships or feelings or shit - but sex is fun. I tell everyone before I sleep with them not to expect anything more than a good fuck. It's not like I'm purposefully running around 'breaking hearts.' I'm upfront about what I want and what I can give."
"But..." You're not sure if you want to be having this discussion, you don't want to set yourself up for disappointment. You're confused about this whole situation and what it means. "You didn't tell me that. You didn't tell me not to expect anything more than sex. That's fine, though. I assumed this would just be a quick one-off thing." You say, sighing as he resumes rolling out your muscles with his capable fingers.
"Y/N." He huffs out a laugh, squeezing at your shoulders lightly. "I already said I want to do this again with you. In fact...Y/N I want to fucking date you. School schedule and hero shit be damed." He wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you against him. You feel the hard planes of his chest muscles naked against the skin of your back. You're covered in goosebumps at the skin-to-skin contact and at his unbelievable words. "I thought I've made it clear to you - I'm interested. I'm invested. I have been for a while." He sucks in a breath, and you realize that he's pitching you. This idiot is trying to convince you to let him date you. This is real insanity hours now - there's no way in a thousand years that you would have seen this coming.
Touya nuzzles his pointed, aristocratic face into your shoulder. The hot water continues to pour from the shower head, drenching you both in warmth. Your mind races - Touya Todoroki wants to date you!? Maybe you aren't just a face in the crowd, after all. You stay silent as you mull it all over. He fills the airspace the best he can: "I can't promise you I'll be any good at this relationship stuff...I've never done it before. But if you'll have me, I'll try to be the best damn boyfriend I can. Think about it - Touya Todoroki, number one in the class. Number one in your heart. Number one boyfriend. Has a nice ring to it, yeah?" He laughs, and once again it's that clear, unguarded sound that makes your heart squeeze.
"I'd like that." Is all you can manage to say. You're so overwhelmed - thoughts and question buzzing around in your head like a hive of angry bees. Loud bees. "I'm gonna need a hot minute to process all of this." Your legs are still shaky and you are starting to feel dehydrated. You want to go lay down in your bed for a while and just think about it all.
"Take your time, beautiful." Touya sounds pleased as he plants another smooch on your cheek. "We're in no rush. I texted all of the guys to steer clear of the locker room for another half hour."
"What!?" You say, incredulous. You had thought this was a super secret sexy hookup that no one would ever know about.
"Yeah, well, I didn't want us to be interrupted. And everyone owes me a favor from when I got training cancelled last week by accidentally setting Gym C on fire."
"So everyone knows that you and I are...?"
You don't need to look at Touya to know he's got that wicked grin plastered to his face - the one that shows off his mischievous dimples. "Hey, I didn't explicitly say what we would be doing...but..." He shrugs, all cocky confidence. "I think it was pretty easy for them to read between the lines."
"Touya Todoroki." You admonish, stepping out and away from him so you can turn around and deliver a light smack to his chest. "You are an absolute menace."
His bright teeth sparkle in the lowlight and you're stricken by how damn pretty he is.
"Yeah, yeah." He says, reaching to grab your bare hips and pull you towards him. He dips his head down so he's a breath away from your lips. "Let me show you just how menacing I can be, sweetheart." He kisses you, and it's as if your lips are magnetic the way they are pulled back to his over and over.
Touya Todoroki, Number One Boyfriend.
Huh. You kind of like the sound of that.
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Author's Note:
Hope you liked this lil Touya x Reader fic! I'm really on a Touya kick right now...
I really like to think of Touya as misunderstood, esp in this AU. He talks a big game and he seems like he has his shit together, but he's actually a big softie with feelings™. Touya would so totally pine after someone for years before making a big dramatic move to try and capture their feelings. In this particular AU, Touya knows he's good at sex and it's much easier for him to open up once he's kind of shown the reader what he's bringing to the table (physically, at least). Anyways, hope you enjoyed! More Touya fics on the way because I can't stop thinking about this idiot.
Linking my other Touya-centric fics below :)
Dabi x Hawks
Bed Chem. | Dabi x Hawks 🌶🔥🦅
Dabi x Reader
Unexpected Flames | Dabi/Touya x Reader
Staples. | Dabi/Touya x Reader 🔥🔞
Game On. | Touya x Reader Imagine 🌶
🔥 My Master List 🔥
XOXO,
Red Riot Unbreakable Heart
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misticxzs · 1 day ago
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Gloves and Bruises
Sypnosis : Who knew that while Studying late for your biology exam , you would be the one bandaging your boyfriends wounds late at night
Pairing ~ UndergroundBoxer!Sunghoon x Fem!reader
Genre ~ Fluff, established relationship , oneshot
warnings ~ mentions of blood, bruises,
Wc : 657 > 𝒞atalogue
You were on the verge of sleep when the frantic knocks on your dorm room door startled you awake. The clock on your nightstand blinked 1:47 am. Groaning, you pushed off your blanket, your mind foggy from studying all day.
“Who even…” you muttered, stumbling toward the door.
When you opened it, your breath caught.
“Sunghoon?” you gasped, eyes widening as you took him in. His lip was split, blood dripping onto his chin, and a fresh gash ran across his cheekbone. He was cradling his side and his knuckles were red and bruised as if they’d been split open.
“Hey,” he said, his voice strained but trying for casual. He leaned against the doorframe, “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” you said quickly, grabbing his arm to steady him as you pulled him inside.
“Sunghoon?” you whispered, shocked. “What… what happened to you?”
He swayed slightly, bracing himself against the doorframe, his face pale and streaked with blood. “Can I stay here tonight?” he asked, his voice rough and barely above a whisper. Without hesitation, you stepped aside and gently took his arm, guiding him in.
This wasn’t the first time Sunghoon had shown up at your door in this state. Being an underground boxer came with risks, but you never got used to seeing him like this—battered, bruised, and bleeding.
“What happened this time?” you asked as you guided him to sit on your kitchen counter. You grabbed your first-aid kit from the overhead cupboard , your hands already moving with practiced familiarity.
“He hit harder than I anticipated,” he muttered,wincing as he tugged off his hoodie to reveal his tank top underneath. His torso was littered with bruises, some faded yellow and others fresh and angry red. You sighed, “You promised me you’d be careful hoonie.”
He gave you a sheepish smile, one that might’ve been charming if his face wasn’t so beat up. “I was careful. You should see the other guy.”
“Sunghoon,” you said, your tone a mix of frustration and concern.
His smile faded, and he reached for your hand, his bruised fingers curling around yours. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I didn’t mean to scare you, so late tonight.”
You exhaled, squeezing his hand before pulling away to start cleaning his wounds. “I’m not scared. I just hate seeing you like this.”
Sunghoon watched you with a soft expression, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with something gentler.
“You’re too good to me,” he said after a while.
You glanced at him, dabbing at the cut on his cheek. “Of course I am. Someone has to take care of you.”
He chuckled lightly, though it ended in a grimace. “I don’t deserve you.”
“Probably not,” you teased, but your voice was warm.
Sunghoon tilted his head, his dark eyes meeting yours. “Thank you. For always being here. I know it’s not easy.”
You softened, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “I love you, Sunghoon. That means I’m here for you—even when you’re stupid enough to get yourself hurt like this.”
He grinned, leaning into your touch. “I love you too.”
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the quiet hum of the refrigerator the only sound in the room. When his grip on your waist tightened slightly, you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.
“Let’s get you to bed,” you finally said, your voice soft and gentle.
“Only if you’re coming with me,” he teased, the familiar mischief returning to his tone.
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. “you’re sleeping on your unbloody side.”
He laughed lightly, hopping down from the counter and leaning on you as you guided him toward the bed. Bruised or not, Sunghoon was yours, and you were his—no matter how many times he showed up at your door looking like trouble.
a/n Hehe another fluff fanfic , i actually wanted to do a smut version of this but i don’t know, i could do a part two which leads to smut but ive been so overwhelmed lately :<
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oneforthemunny · 2 days ago
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Janitor Eddie, camera, smut
minors dni. smut ahead ;)
"Hey, baby, I finally got some film." Eddie's hip bumped against the front door, letting it fall behind him with a heavy latch, fumbling with the Polaroid film in his hands.
"You know where I found it at? Melvald's." You clicked the mute button on the remote, looking up from the spelling tests you'd been grading in front of the couch when Eddie came before you.
"Told you they'd have it." You grinned, head tipping back when he leaned in, kissing you sweetly. "Have you tried it out yet? Does it work?"
The classic Polaroid camera, you'd found it at a second hand store, still in the box. Eddie had mentioned once, in passing, that he'd wanted one- that his mom had one, always taking photos and capturing memories, and he wanted to do the same. You'd looked endlessly for one to surprise him with on Christmas.
"Just put the film in." Eddie hummed, stepping back, lining the camera up to his eye. "Don't move."
Your eyes rolled, leaning back into a soft smiled pose before the blinding flash went off, the whirr of the photo slotting through the printer.
"Seems like it works to me." Eddie smiled, taking the photo between his fingers, shaking it lightly, the faded etching of you beginning to show.
"Good, I was worried it wouldn't. Felt like it was almost too good to be true that I found it and it works." You admitted, sliding over so Eddie could sit beside you.
You watched him as the picture became clearer and clearer with each flick of the film. "You look pretty." Eddie muttered, thumb brushing over your smile that was becoming clearer and clearer. "Beautiful. Gonna keep this in my wallet."
"Stop," You groaned lightly, head dipping to hide bashfully in his shoulder. "I look awful."
"What're you talkin' about?" Eddie's voice vibrated through you body. "You're always beautiful. Prettiest fuckin' thing I've ever seen, you know that."
Your body burned, thrilling with excitement, cheek pressing to Eddie's shoulder, his weight shifting back towards you. His head tipped back, nose nearly brushing yours. "So pretty." Eddie's gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips, head tilting, leaning in to take your lips in his fully.
The soft kiss turned steamy quickly, your bodies twisted onto the couch, hands grabbing, pulling at clothes, tangling in hair through messy, needy kisses until you were bare. Eddie's hands between your legs, fingers curling inside you while his thumb expertly worked your clit, his lips still trailing hot, wet kisses over every inch of your fevered skin.
You were close, could feel your head beginning to rush, tummy tightening with need until-
"W-What?" You gasped, eyes flying open, blinking through bleary, pleasure filled vision. Eddie's touch had left you, sitting up and leaning towards the coffee table. It wasn't like him to tease you, to not give you what you wanted.
"Ed, why did you- what are you doing?" You frowned, pushing up on your elbows when you saw it, the camera in his hands.
"Just a second," Eddie muttered, tongue poking out in concentration, lifting the camera to his eye again. "Lay back f'me, sweetheart. You just- fuck, you look so pretty. So fuckin' good, I just- I gotta have a picture of it."
Your head was spinning, dizzy with need, with the rush of praise, clouding thoughts when you lied back, arms by your head. The bright flash stunned you, blinking at the shock, only for a moment. Eddie hovered above you, shaking the camera for a moment, eyes roaming over your frame before he swallowed, tossing the film to the side.
"Perfect," Eddie hummed, his hand sliding over your thighs, back to your slick, sensitive center. "You're just perfect."
Your shy smile was taken before you could give it fully, body jolting at the feeling of his fingers sliding through your slick folds, ghosting over your clit.
Mouth open, your strangled on your own moans and breathy whimpers, hands scrambling for his shoulder that was no longer there, fisting the throw pillow behind you instead. Head tipping back, your eyes began to blur with the same starry eyed look that Eddie adored.
You were too consumed with your own pleasure, returned and now heightened even more than before, lashes fluttering, gripping the pillow behind you as your hips swiveled and bucked. Your orgasm coming closer and closer, until you finally felt yourself give into the pleasure, at the same time, another flash went off.
As if Eddie knew at that very moment you were going to cum, maybe he did. He had to, it's how he got his perfect picture of you, orgasming around his fingers, positively fucked out from his touch. Forever captured in the Polaroid, that he kept in the bottom of his sock drawer, treasured for his eyes only.
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wordsmeetwbb · 3 days ago
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Embrace
Word count: 1.2k
Content: fluff!
Pairing: Paige x Teammate!Reader
Note: First fic! I'm new to writing so I hope this is good!
It was Friday night and the team was gathered in Paige’s apartment for some team bonding. Somebody had given KK control of the music, Jana was in the kitchen playing bartender for everyone, and you had already had enough alcohol to feel loose and warm.
“Let’s play truth or dare!” KK shrieked. You giggled and dropped down onto the couch next to Paige. She looked good. She wore basketball shorts low on her hips, a cropped tank top showing off her abs, and her hair was slicked back into that low bun that drove you crazy. Your eyes dragged up her body as you settled further into your spot on the sofa. You knew you should be a little more discreet, but the drinks in your system had shifted your priorities.
“Whatcha lookin’ at ma?” Your face flushed with warmth.
“Nothing. I wasn’t looking,” you mumbled quickly, eyes catching on Paige’s smirk. The two of you had been dancing around each other for weeks. Paige would flirt with you, call you ma and baby and sweetheart, you would purposely sit a little closer to her than you had to, let your hands linger on her back a little too long during practice, and then you would both pretend the tension between you didn’t exist.
“If you say so,” Paige murmured. Her legs were stretched out, knees wider than was decent, and you had to force yourself to look away, pulling your attention back to KK, who was already handing out a ridiculous dare to poor, unsuspecting Morgan. You tried your best to pay attention, but suddenly there was the warmth of an arm around your shoulders. You snuck a glance at Paige. She appeared to be locked in on the game being played, but you knew better. The slight smirk on her face as her fingers dragged over your shoulder gave her away.
Half of you knew it would be better to pull away, go get another drink, laugh it off, do anything that would give you an excuse to get out of it. The other half was practically purring in contentment. The second half won easily.
You shifted back into Paige’s embrace, tilting your head to look at her. She glanced at you.
“Comfy?” She asked, fingers tracing shapes over your exposed skin. You nodded, moving your body further into her. She hadn’t touched you this freely before, without an excuse or made-up reason. It was intoxicating. Now you were pressed into Paige’s side, legs curled up beneath yourself, one arm slunk behind Paige’s back, your shoulders nestled snugly under her arm. Paige kept tracing those delicious shapes over your skin with one hand, the other sliding over to rest on your knees.
“Yo, Paige, are you gonna play the game or-” Kk stopped abruptly as she took in the sight of the two of you. Your face flushed as you started to extricate yourself from Paige’s embrace, but she tightened her grip on you, preventing your escape.
“Skip me. I’ll just watch,” Paige told KK. You could feel too many pairs of eyes on you, the entire team noticing how close you and Paige were sitting. Neither of you had exactly been subtle with your flirting the past few weeks, but this was different. Softer. It felt private.
“Sure, yeah. Of course. You both skipping your turn?”
“Yeah. Skip us,” Paige answered for you. You shifted back into her in thanks. Everyone’s attention quickly moved back to the game as KK asked Azzi about her worst kiss, laughter breaking out as she described it.
“You okay, ma?” Paige whispered into your ear.
“Yeah. Didn’t like them all looking,” you whispered back. Paige’s fingers spread out on your knees and you relaxed into her.
“Hey, we’re all good. I gotchu baby.” You knew she did. It’s not that you wanted to hide anything from the team, it was just new and you didn't want to be judged.
“I know. Thank you.” You tilted your head so you could really look at Paige. Her eyes glinted as she looked at you and the expression on her face was so devastatingly soft you didn’t even know what to say. Paige’s hand came up to your face, thumb dragging down your bottom lip teasingly. You couldn’t look away, eyes darting from her lips to her eyes and back.
“Look so pretty for me, baby,” Paige murmured. You blushed, nestling your head into Paige’s neck. If you kept looking at her, you were going to do something that shouldn’t be done in a room full of your teammates. But God did you want to kiss her. Paige chuckled, hand returning to its spot on your shoulder and resuming drawing circles on your skin.
You could feel Paige’s eyes on your body as she stroked your skin, but you closed your eyes and sunk into the feeling. You didn’t want to know if your teammates were sneaking glances at you. They could just wonder what was going on. You weren’t about to worry about giving them any answers tonight. The sparks where Paige’s skin met yours deserved all of your attention.
She was whispering things into your ear, you knew she was, but between being drunk off her touch and more than a little tipsy from the alcohol, you had no idea what any of the words were. Paige’s hand that was on your knee had migrated to your thigh, brushing up and down the soft skin, drifting just a little higher than it maybe should have. You didn’t care.
“Feels good,” you mumbled into Paige’s neck. Usually, Paige would have made some sassy, overconfident remark, but she just pulled you closer, hands still dragging back and forth. The sounds of your teammates yelling and laughing faded as you inhaled deeply, letting yourself sink into Paige. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew getting out of this position was going to be awkward, that your teammates would tease you and Paige about this for weeks, but you let that fade away into nothing. Your usually racing mind was blanketed in the sensations of Paige’s touch, her perfume, and the words she was still murmuring to you softly.
You must have drifted off at some point, even with the noise of the room, because when you woke up it was just you and Paige in the living room. You felt your face warm as you looked up at her to find her eyes already focused on your face.
“Hi baby,” she whispered. You were in uncharted territory here, but you just let your head fall back against her neck.
“Hi,” you sighed happily. Paige laughed.
“Everybody else left a little bit ago but you were out cold and you looked so comfy. You can go now if you want though,” Paige said softly.
“If I want?”
“Or you can stay. Just to sleep, I swear.” If you weren’t so attuned to Paige’s expressions you never would have noticed, but there was just a hint of nervousness on her face. You softened.
“Let’s go to sleep, Paige,” you said. Her face broke out in a grin. She scooped you up in her arms bridal style, rising off the couch to carry you to her bedroom. You giggled as she placed you carefully on her bed, climbing in after you. Her arms came around you, pulling you back into her body. You let your body relax, sighing out as you snuggled back into her embrace.
“Goodnight, Paige,” you whispered. Paige just pressed a kiss to the back of your neck in response. It was the last thing you felt before you were deep in the best sleep of your life.
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dorabellingham · 1 day ago
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characters: jobe x fem!reader
summary: when you're going to spend a few days at your boyfriend's house but have more fun plans with him
may contain spelling and translation errors!
It was a warm summer night in Sunderland, and the city seemed to sigh with the heat. You were sitting on the couch in Jobe’s apartment, the lights in the living room low, creating a quiet and intimate atmosphere. You were wearing short cotton shorts and an old t-shirt that you had stolen from your boyfriend years ago, but that still held his scent.
Jobe had just gotten out of the shower, a towel hanging over his shoulders as he walked around the apartment, barefoot, with the black t-shirt tight, outlining the muscles of his torso. He was casual, but somehow he seemed even more irresistible like that. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, trying to hide the smile that insisted on appearing on your face.
He grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen, but noticed your gaze and arched an eyebrow.
—Why are you looking at me?
He asked, with that crooked smile that left you speechless.
You shrugged, trying to appear indifferent.
—I’m just thinking about how handsome you are. Like, annoying handsome.
Jobe laughed, approaching with slow, provocative steps. He bent down, getting to your eye level, still holding the bottle.
—Handsome? Just handsome?
He teased, his voice husky enough to make your stomach knot.
You rolled your eyes, but the sparkle in them gave you away.
—Okay, very handsome. Like, young, tall, charming…
—Ah, now it’s starting to sound better. —Jobe joked, leaning his weight on the arm of the couch, holding you in place. —Go on.
You laughed, pushing him lightly on the chest, but not too hard.
—Okay, that’s enough. I don’t want to inflate your ego.
—Too late, babe.
He smiled, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.
You closed your eyes for a moment, absorbing that moment. When you opened them, Jobe was still there, looking at you in a way that made everything around you disappear.
—What are you thinking now?
He asked, his tone softer this time.
You bit your lip, feeling your heart race.
—That maybe I should hold you hostage.
You joked, but the intent in your eyes was anything but innocent.
Jobe laughed, but there was something in his eyes that showed he was taking the idea seriously.
—Hold you hostage, huh? —He raised an eyebrow. —And what would you do to me, exactly?
You tilted your head, your hand slowly moving up his chest, feeling the heat through his thin shirt.
—I don’t know yet… But I think I would have some ideas, darling.
—Really? —He challenged, his voice deeper now, his eyes fixed on yours. He placed the bottle of water on the table next to you and used his free hand to gently hold your chin, keeping you in place. —I want to hear them all. And maybe even put them into practice.
You smiled but didn’t respond, leaning in to close the distance between you. Your lips met in a kiss that started slow but quickly deepened, the intensity growing like the summer heat outside. Jode’s hand slid to your waist, pulling you closer as you moved onto his lap, fitting perfectly. The heat surrounding you was almost unbearable now, but neither of you seemed to care. In that moment, the whole world could wait.
His hands slid around your waist with a familiarity that made your heart race. Sitting on his lap, your legs intertwined, you felt every movement, every heavy breath against your own body. Your kiss, which had started as a tease, was now something more intense, full of desire and a kind of need that only grew.
—Do you have any idea how impossible it is to say no to you, Y/n?
Jobe murmured against your lips, his voice husky and low, enough to make your skin crawl.
You smiled, your eyes shining as you ran your hands through his still damp hair.
—Oh, I know. And I love it.
He laughed, that deep sound that made the heat in the room seem to double in intensity. Jobe tilted his head to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of light kisses that made you sigh and squeeze his shoulders.
—You're so...
He started, but stopped, his hand going up to the back of your neck, his fingers intertwining in your hair.
—So what?
You teased, your voice a little breathless.
—Irresistible, babe. Irresistible.
He finally answered, before pulling you in for another kiss, a little more possessive this time.
You felt your body heat up even more with the word and the way he looked at you, as if you were the only person in the world. The heat between you was almost tangible, each touch and each kiss seemed to carry the weight of all the times you had held each other, of all the unsaid words, of all the love you shared.
You slid your hands down his arms, feeling the muscles beneath his skin. He was strong, but at the same time, there was a tenderness in the way he held you, as if you were both something precious and something he couldn't live without.
—Did you know I planned on behaving today?
You teased, smiling against his lips.
—Oh, I know. —Jobe replied, with that crooked smile that made your heart melt. —But clearly, I wasn’t in on the plan.
You both laughed, but the laughter soon turned into sighs as the youngest Bellingham slowly laid you down on the couch, keeping his weight on his elbows so as not to crush you. You felt the fabric of your shirt fold under his hands as he explored every inch of your body, as if it were the first time, as if each touch was a rediscovery.
You bit your lip, feeling your breath and his mix. The world around you seemed to disappear. Nothing but the heat, the touch and the sound of heavy breathing seemed to matter.
—You know… —He began, his voice deep and slow. —That I would do anything for you, don’t you?
You felt your heart clench in a good way, as if his words were the answer to something you didn’t even know you were looking for.
—I know. —You answered, pulling him closer. —And I would do the same for you, babe.
And on that warm Sunderland night, while the world continued outside, you created a universe of your own, where nothing else mattered but what you felt for each other.
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