#mmm… imagine all the cute noises he’d make…

[nottsangel]

Do you think Theo would let you peg him?

-❤️‍🔥

my head says no my heart says yes

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 1

A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.

Not proofread.

"Can I touch your cock?"

"What?" He chokes on his drink, some of it even coming out of his nose, and you pull a disgusted face. Really? Is this the guy you like? You need higher standards. 

Still, you like him, drink squirting and all. You shrug, looking down at your own drink and fiddling with it nervously. "Just wanna know what a cock feels like. It’s no big deal." You bluff, hiding behind your inexperience that he knows about all too well.

Beomgyu is quiet for a while, and you start manifesting for the couch you’re sitting on to devour you whole. But finally he speaks up.

"Okay.” He says, and your head snaps up to look at him in disbelief. “If I can touch your pussy too."

You sneer at him as if you hadn’t literally asked him the same thing. "What? No. Pervert!"

"But you just--"

"Forget it." Truth is you were self-conscious about what he’d think if he saw your body. You didn't look like those onlyfans girls you’ve caught him watching many times. What if he finds your pussy weird-looking? God, you would never live that down. 

"No, wait, okay, okay." He quickly backtracks, dropping his demand. His eagerness would be laughable if you weren’t just as eager yourself. “You can touch me.” 

“Woah, what are you doing?” You cover your eyes with your hands when you see him pull down on his pants. 

“Taking my cock out? You know, so you can touch me?” 

“Not so fast, idiot. Let’s take it slow.” 

He gives you a dumb look. “Slow how? Like kissing?” 

Your cheeks flush at the thought, having imagined exactly that too many times, just Beomgyu pulling you into a heated kiss and maybe confessing his undying love for you, and how he’s only been acting so clueless and stupid to hide his true feelings for you…

No, you definitely should not be kissing. 

“Forget it. Pull down your pants.” You tell him and he happily obliges, his cock springing out of his pants and smacking against his hoodie, leaving a tiny wet stain on it. 

“Well, don’t just stare at it.” He whines when you take too long to make a move, grabbing your hand and moving it to wrap around his cock, moaning out at his own movements. 

“Wow, it’s so soft.” You marvel as he moves your hand up and down his shaft, his skin gliding smoothly under your palm. 

"Mmm hmmm." He hums and you look up to see him staring straight at you. 

"Stop staring at me, you freak." You blush, feeling scrutinized. This was already so nerve-racking for you, you didn’t need him watching you like that. 

“Come on, jerk me off properly. I’m doing all the work here.” He whines, pressing down on your hand to make you grab him tighter. 

You roll your eyes. He’s such a brat. “Fine.” You smack his hand off and hold him firmly in your grip, trying to imitate the movements of your favorite internet dom and how she gets her sub to go crazy for her. And Beomgyu would be such a cute sub, and he’d make such pretty noises that you definitely didn’t spend your nights fantasizing about with your hand down your pants. 

But he’s exceeding even your filthiest fantasies with the moans he’s letting out. He’s so loud and whiny, it’s going straight to your pussy and drenching your underwear.  

In an effort to still come out the one in control, you tease him. “How are you so hard already?”

But it’s not effective on Beomgyu. Not when he never had any sense of shame to begin with. “Of course, I’m hard. You’re jerking me off. I’ve been dreaming about this since I was thirteen.” 

“You have?” Your pace falters. Is this it? Is this how he confesses to you? Sure, it’s not the most romantic setting but you’ll take it. 

“Of course. You know I’ve been trying to get any kind of action for years. Thank you so much. You’re the best.” He babbles, throwing his head back and thrusting up in your hand. You’re glad he did that so he wouldn’t see the absolutely heartbroken look on your face. You’re so stupid. He just wanted someone to touch his crusty dick. 

Okay, that’s a lie. He actually has a really pretty dick which is so unfair. You wish it was veiny and gross and standing weird. Maybe then you would’ve gotten over your apparently hopeless crush on him. 

"Fuck, you’re really touching my cock." He whimpers, staring at the way his cock is thrusting into your hand, too lost in the pleasure of it to notice your sour mood. “It feels so good.”

“I know. I can see the way you’ve gone all brain-dead just from a few strokes. I don’t even have to do much when you’re practically humping my hand. Are you that desperate?” You talk down to him, needing to release your bitterness somehow, but it only spurs Beomgyu on further. 

He nods, jaw hanging open and a little drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth as he stares at you, heavy-lidded. “God, you’re so dirty and mean. I didn’t even know I’m into that.” He groans. 

No, what he’s into is cute, feminine girls dressed in skimpy little sundresses whimpering and crying as they get railed by big cocks. It’s why you’ve tried dressing all girly before he pointed out the change in your style and made fun of you for it. You know he didn’t mean it maliciously. It’s just what best friends do, make fun of each other over the stupidest things. But it sure guaranteed you’d never dress like that again. 

"Can I cum?" 

"Oh, you’re asking permission?" You laugh, happy to at least be having an effect on the man you're in love with, even if it’s just because he’s a desperate perv. "Guess whenever I need to put you in line I should just put my hand down your pants."

"Yes, please." 

You giggle. Well if you can’t have him, at least you’ll have this. 

“You can cum, gyu.” 

“Oh, thank you. Thank you!” He moans, and you point his cock towards his hoodie so he’d cum all over it. Just a little petty revenge on him. Not that he even cares, if the dopey smile on his face is any indication. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’ve said that already, idiot.” You wipe your hand on his hoodie, soiling it further. 

“I mean it.”He sits up from his slumped position and grabs your hand as you pull it away. “Let me make it up to you. Let me eat you out.” 

You frown at him and yank your hand away. “You just wanna know what pussy tastes like.” 

“So? It’s a win-win.” He scrambles to the ground and slots himself between your legs, resting his head on your thighs and peering up at you cutely. “Please.” 

You feel one of his thumb swipe under the leg of your shorts and you kick him away. “No!”

But he grabs your leg and whines. “Why?”

“I’m saving it for someone I love.” You admit shyly and he has the audacity to retort, “You know I love you.” 

“I know.” You sigh, “But not that way… right?” 

“Right.” He admits, finally letting you go and you just want to crawl into yourself and cease to exist. It all hurts too bad. You don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself when he clearly will never feel the same way about you. You really should forget all about this. It’s a mistake. A moment of weakness. That’s all it is.

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But you can’t hold on to your convictions when he’s drooling over her like that. 

“Seriously, Beomgyu, we’re in the middle of studying.” 

He snaps his open mouth shut. “What? I’m not doing anything.” He says defensively and you roll your eyes, reaching up to swipe the drool off the corner of his lips. 

“You’re staring at her as if you wanna take her right here inside the library.” You retort, hiding the pain from your voice well.

“So what if I do? She’s so sexy. I could just rip that tight, pink dress off her body. It’s barely even covering it. I can practically see her–oh!” His horny tirade cuts off into a gasp as you grab him through his pants. 

“What are you doing?” He looks at you, panicked, but his hips still buck up into your hand. He’s such a horndog. 

“Keeping you from jumping her in the middle of a public place.” You sneer, though in reality you just can’t bear him talking about her any longer. 

“What about you jerking me off in the middle of a public place?” He counters back and you flush at being called out, moving to pull your hand away but he stops you, his large hand encompassing yours and pressing it against his bulge just like he did that first time. 

“Did I mention that I’m totally fine with that?” He asks and you let out a sigh of relief. You can’t handle being rejected by him now. This is the only thing you have going for you–that you’re the only girl getting him off. If he doesn’t want it anymore then you’ve got nothing. 

Luckily though, getting his dick touched is still very effective at getting him to stop obsessing over her and just focus on you. 

“Go faster.” He prompts, but you don’t give him what he wants that easily. You gotta make him work for it so you don’t feel like you’re that easy. 

“I will if you can answer this question.” You point to the next question in the quiz you were solving and he groans. “Who cares? Just need you.” He whines, knowing how weak you are for his puppy dog eyes, but unbeknownst to him, you’re too wounded by his flagrant drooling over another woman for this to work now. 

“I care. So either you be good and answer or you don’t get to cum today.” 

“You’re so cruel.” He whines, but casts his eyes to the paper, making an effort to figure out the answer, his brows furrowing and his lips pulling in a pout as his pretty brain works overtime to answer the question you wanted. 

God, he’s so pretty. And you’re so screwed. 

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“Look, baby, look what I got!” Beomgyu yells, shoving a piece of paper into your face enthusiastically. The writing is swimming in front of your eyes and you’re finding it so hard to focus when he is calling you that–baby–something he’d gotten into the habit of saying since you began messing with him. 

Luckily, he’s kind enough to tell you what you’re looking at. “I got an A! I never thought I’d get an A in my life, and it’s all thanks to you!” He squeals, gathering you into his arms and smothering you with a passionate kiss that you’re too weak to resist, getting lost in his soft lips. His soft, sweet lips that you’ve been dreaming about for years–his pouty, full lips that you’ve had to hold yourself back from kissing every time he’d pout–his perfect lips that you promised yourself you’d never kiss because you knew it would be game over for you. 

Dam it, Beomgyu!

You shove him away. “I said no kissing!” You bark and he cowers like a scolded dog. “But I did so well. Thought I deserved a reward, and you’re just so kissable.” He tries to get another kiss but you’re prepared for him now. 

“Don’t say things like that.” You hiss way too sharply and he winces. “Why not?”

“I don’t like it.” You tell him and he frowns. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

He scoffs. “I know that.” 

“We’re just fuck buddies.” 

“Not even that.” 

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you don’t even let me fuck you. How can we be fuck buddies if you’re freaking out over me just kissing you? You’re treating me like a glorified dildo. Why can’t I touch you too?” 

You can’t answer that truthfully or you’ll ruin everything, so you deflect. “If you don’t like it then we can stop. I don’t need this. I can easily find another guy to play with. One who wouldn’t whine about getting free handjobs.” 

He gives you a betrayed look, but quickly collects himself. “Fine. You do that. I don’t care.” 

“Fine.” 

“Fine!” He huffs, storming off and leaving his graded paper behind. You grab it, your chest filling with a sense of pride you can’t keep at bay. You did this. You helped him get an A. And he was so happy about it too. He was so happy he kissed you. It was everything you wanted, which is exactly why you had to stop it. 

Yes, it hurts now, but it would’ve hurt a million times more if you let yourself get carried away with it. It’s better to stop it now before it’s too late for you. 

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A/N: whoever has ideas for future scenes let me know, preferably non-smut scenes because at this point the story is entirely smut lmao

[nqify]

how about french kissing/sloppy/messy makeout hcs? i imagine quaritch would be all for claiming dominance through this lazy, languid energy

like, he'll take his time in kissing u, but he'll do in in the most spit and tongue-heavy way lmao. maybe lots of grabbing and snarling too?? 🤭🥹

BABY UR REQUESTS ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!!! THEY ARE IN MY DRAFTS AS WE SPEAK!! I think this gotta be my favourite one’!!

kissing headcanons. — miles quaritch ☆

pairings. na’vi!miles quaritch. fem!reader

content warnings. just making out. dirty talk. daddy kink. spit play. .

note. i loved writing this omg. I just know miles loves making out. Like who wouldn’t???

miles most definitely loves kissing you. it’s literally the next best thing after sex. his loves to feel you, be close to you, being connected to you. HE LOVES IT ALL!!

he’s so messy when he kisses, spit, salvia everything!! this man cannot keep himself clean. he just loves tasting you!!

let’s just say miles comes home from a tough day at work and just needs to kiss his baby. he is trying to find you, looking around everywhere.

“give daddy a kiss” and ofc u did!!!! just a lil peck and u pull away. HE IS WHINING!! “uh uh baby, I know u can do better then that”

now all of a sudden ur making out. he’d have u straggling him, your thighs spread apart and your hands wrapped around his neck.

headcanon miles to moan in your mouth while y’all are kissing. Like hear me out!! this man is getting so much pleasure while kissing you he just has to let out noise. So when you guys are rlly getting into it he’s all like, “mmm baby”, “a-ah shit”. Ur pussy is going crazy rn.

bc u likes making noise so much he will dirty talk to u while y’all making out. He’s a certified dirty talker OFC HE WILL. He’s exploring your mouth, tongue licking the sides of ur walls, lazily fighting for dominance. He’d pull away, looking into your eyes, “mama, ur gonna let me taste ur pussy next right?” he’s grinning. you rolls your eyes and lean in back to kiss him.

This MF just has to say smth. y’all literally just making out, thinking no sex is gonna be involved but oh no!!!! “fuck baby, u taste so good, gimme some more” like girl, u have to fuck him now?? or he’d be like, “ur so pretty when u let me do this mmm, u like when I kiss u like this baby???” yes I do!!!!!

lowkey loves it when ur on top of him while u guys make out. He gets more access to ur body and can control it more!! He’s gripping ur thighs, nails digging into you or he’d be grabbing your waist, making you grind down on his dick, “feel that baby?? yeah?? u feel this dick huh?” yes u do MFFFFF

fingering with def get involved if ur on top. His hands are wondering to ur panties, he slides them to the side and slowly rubs ur aching clit. ur whining girl. grinding on his hand and everything. HE LOVES IT! now YOUR letting out small whimpers while y’all kiss.

little noises like, “a-ahhh” or “f-fuck mmm” GIRL HE LOVES THAT. his fingers are now deep in ur pussy!! ur literally riding his hand at this point. You’d pull away from miles’ lips to get some air but this fucker don’t like that. “Uh uh baby, u gotta keep kissing daddy” and ur like fine!!!

or when ur riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock, crying out for him. he would take the time out of his day just to kiss you. Like ur getting into it, but no this fucker needs to kiss you. He’d grab your hair and pull you down to him, kissing you so gently. “ur so cute mama, letting me kiss u like this”

like when he’s pussy drunk he needs to kiss you. “baby pls, gimme a kiss, need it bad” and ofc now u gonna kiss him. The kiss is sloppy and messy. Spit is EVERYWHERE!!

speaking of spit, if miles is ever angry at you or punishing you he will spit in ur mouth before kissing you. “open ur mouth up for me ma” UR MOUTH IS HANGING OPEN. He spits in ur mouth and goes in for a kiss. He’s getting sloppy with it omg,

this is where it ties in that he’s a messy kisser. cuz this mf is. he has to have some spit involved. Seeing the spit string the connected y’all together while u guys pull away from eachother GETS HIM GOING. he loves seeing you all messy for him. Like just from kissing you??? one ticket to getting ur brainsFUCKED!!

He goes crazy when you guys kiss in missionary. He feels so connected to you, so close!! He’d have ur thighs pressed against your chest, looking down at u with a lustful intent. he’d awe at ur beauty!!! Ur hair messy, lips puffy and ur face distorted into pleasure. This dude wants to kiss u now!!!! he’d lean down, whispering into ur ear, “ur gonna let daddy kiss you right?? u wanna make him feel good mm?” Ur nodding ur head.

his lips connect ur yours, he’s kissing you with this lazy, languid energy. and ur loving it. the kiss is so deep and so soft. He can’t stop kissing you.

you’d be nearing your release and this fucker is still kissing you, “m-miles mmmm, need to mmmm c-cum mmm” you’d say in between kisses. now this mf does not pull away, his thrusts just become faster. y’all are both moaning and whining into each others mouth. MILES IS GOING CRAZY!!!

dude loves to kiss you while ur cumming. He just gets to hear ur pretty moans up close and personal. Like ur just whimpering into his mouth, shaking underneath him!! he’s like poor baby!!!

he’d eventually pull away but you would whine in response. “awe baby, u want another kiss??” yes U DO!!! “cmon mama, beg for it” GIRL WHAT!!!! “p-please daddy!! gimme kiss pls!!!” he can’t say no to u omg.

again, requests are close mls!!

[hearted-anon]

Tickletober Day 3: Giggles

Words: 1059 Note: THE SWEETIES AHHH T/w: Soft tickles, angst Ler: Felix Lee: Jeongin

It was rare that Felix ever had a mood like this, one where he had an insatiable urge to just wreck the first thing in sight. The hunger was practically eating him up inside, prowling through the halls in an attempt to find his first victim of the day, and to his dismay, he found no one. The usual bustling hallways with loud chatters and the occasional shriek was nowhere to be found, did the members hide from him or did they all really leave?

Just as he was about to give up on his fruitless search, he heard…weeping? Being the sunshine he was, the Aussie rushed over to the source of the noise; he couldn’t have any members sad on his watch. Pressing his ear against the door, he heard the sounds of quiet sniffles and hiccups that made his heart ache and sink into the pit of his stomach. Looking up, it was none other than the maknae’s room, and it just dampened his mood even more. Bringing up his fist, he knocked on the door gently, patiently waiting for a reply. 

“Who is it..?” It only hurt more to hear Jeongin’s soft, scared voice come from the other side of the door, and it took everything in Felix not to barge in and envelop the younger in a hug. Just imagining his red puffy face from Kingdom already shattered his heart, quietly asking if he even had permission to enter. Much to his wishes, the door creaked open slowly, before a head peered into the room, frowning at the sight of the maknae curled up on the bed all alone. 

“Oh baby…what happened to you?” Felix consoled, scooping up the snuffling fox into his lap before cradling his body back and forth like a parent would with his child. He didn’t need answers, shushing the younger when his lips parted, but no words came out. Jeongin only needed to be focusing on calming himself down, the older repeated in his mind, running a hand through the mushroom of black hair; smiling when he felt the tense lump under him soon relaxed into a puddle. 

“I-Is my laugh ugly? People said I don’t laugh loudly…and it’s not good..” Jeongin whimpered, making Felix hiss in empathy. Who dared to say that to his member? His laugh sounded very much perfect the way it is, be it his quiet cackles or his breathy giggles, it made thousands of hearts melt nonetheless. Even if the Aussie didn’t want the vocalist thinking this way, he doubts he’d be able to rid of the demon soaking his mind with dark, insecure thoughts. 

“No no jagi, it’s perfect. I love your cute giggles..” Felix hums, slowly trailing his fingers up and around the younger’s spine, earning the cutest little hiccup from below him. Those endearing giggles began to tumble from his lips, fisting the older’s shirt in an attempt to ground himself from the sensations that coursed through his body. The Aussie could already feel the smile against his shoulder, making his heart burst at the seams from how absolutely adorable it looked, he might as well dig his grave now. 

“Ehehe hyuhung! Thahat tickles!” The maknae whines into the older’s shoulder, kicking his feet as they hang limp on the sides of Felix’s thighs. He bucked his hips, shook his head and made the tormentor himself chuckle deeply from the black hair that sprawled all over him from the accidental nuzzles, anything but actually try to get away from the gentle tickles that spread all over his body. Even when his back arched, Felix just pressed a tiny butterfly kiss to his nape, earning a snort before he opened right back up. 

“Mmm, hear that laughter? So cute~ Don’t ever hide those giggles from me jagi..” Felix coos, pressing butterfly kisses all over the younger’s neck, making the fox internally curse his long eyelashes. Squeaks and more loud, yet breathless giggles escaping his pouty lips along with the soft fingers kneading along his sides instead of his spine now. It was so unfair, Felix had taken advantage of him in such a vulnerable state, totally not because he really liked it and refused to leave his embrace even with the unbearable sensations. 

“N-No! Nohohot cute!” The fox tries to protest, but is stopped with more tickles to his neck, one hand leaves his sides in favour of scribbling on his throat, stopping to scratch ever so tantalisingly on his Adam’s Apple in such a way that drives him crazy. His blush was already spreading all the way down to his neck in a cherry red colour, pounding on the Aussie’s back so hard it felt like he was being burped harshly by a parent. 

“Fine fine~ But you are still my cutie!” Felix lets up gradually, but not without kneading his exposed armpits for a few seconds to hear the shrill scream and booming cackles that escaped his mouth before letting the flustered fox go, snickering as the maknae leaped off his lap and dived for the comfort of his bed. Almost instantly he saw how the pillow covered his entire blushing face, the muffled residual giggles sending a relieved chill down the older’s spine. The usual stoic and cold maknae had been reduced to an adorable puddle of goo just with a few tingly tickles, it was so cute!

“T-Thank you…lixie hyung..” Jeongin whispers under his breath, barely moving his eyes out of the cover to meet the warm gaze, hesitating in a decision. After lots of pestering and nudging from the older to spill the beans in a so-called ‘concern’, the younger held his arms out slowly, like a stray cat trying to get used to the hand in its fur. Of course, Felix leaped at the opportunity, snuggling into the fox like he was the only heat source in the winter and inhaling the mint scent of his shampoo; he needed the secrets to that smell. Soon, with the deep rumbles and a lullaby, both of them fell asleep in the warmth of the maknae’s room, just as some rays of sunlight managed to get a small look at them through the cracks of the curtains. 

And of course the group took just about a million pictures when they came home from grocery shopping to see such a sight. 

[obsoleteozymandias]

hii there! i'd like to request a twisted wonderland matchup for me if that's alright nyehehe this one's def long so sorry in advance!

Pronouns: she/her

Mbti: infp

Zodiac sign: pisces baybee

Hogwart house: hufflepuff :33

Personality: I'm rlly shy when it comes to strangers and ppl idk that well but when I'm with my friends it a whole diff story HDHDH I (lovingly) tease and make fun of my friends but one of my traits is that I'm loyal to my love ones :33 my friends says that I'm intimidating at first glance or that I look like a grump cat at first but they're surprised when they find out I'm actually sweet, I'm also very affectionate when it comes to my friends like holding their arm or hands, giving them air kisses just overall affectionate HDBJD I tend to worry ( alot) when it comes to grades and school which leads to my anxiety fuking me. I'm the type of person where u have to earn my respect since I don't give that out nilly willy. I'm an introverted person I'm scared of ppl, I'm also into horror movies or those scary videos like analog horror, ghost hunting, horror podcasts, and unsolved mysteries :33 I also have this fascination with the ocean esp the animals in it but my fave is def sharks, my aesthetic would be between cottagecore, studio ghibli core, and princess core and oh! my top three kins are Scara, collei (both from genshin) and nagi (from blue lock) hope that helps hehe

Hobbies: drawing, painting, watching horror movies, watching scary videos, playing video games, studio ghibli movies, pretty flowers hehe, SHARKS HEHE, catzz, bookstores, ice coffee

Dislikes: people lying honestly ://, hahaha failing to meet my expectations hahaha, loud noises, overcrowded places

Partner preference: mmm I don't mind anyone tbh :00 tho I kinda prefer my partner to be someone that can make me laugh and smile hehe

That's all sorry again that's long( ^^||) thank youu

Congrats on being page 100 of my matchup doc

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Kalim Al-Asim 

He’s one of the first people you become friends with, since his outgoing and kind nature warms your heart (and he thinks you’re cute, and wants to get to know you better). 

He’s most amazed by your dedication to your loved ones, and when he becomes one of those? He’s endlessly grateful to you. He’s been betrayed and hurt many times, and while he’s tried to ignore it, it gets hard, and so that your loyalty makes his heart sing. 

He’s just as affectionate as you are! He’ll be hanging off of you arm and kissing your cheek and wrapping himself around you like a snake every minute, and he’s filled with giggles when you reciprocate. 

He loves snuggling with you at the end of the day, holding your hand and playing with you hair while you game or watch a movie together. 

He’s NOT a horror person, but I imagine he’d watch the movies with you just to make you happy. 

He will demand that you sleep in his bed that night though, he’s too scared to sleep alone. 

He’s also super invested in whatever you’re invested in! He wants to know everything about your passions, and will 100% buy you any merchandise related to your favorite things. 

Kalim and you are the sunshine x sunshine couple. 

[littletxt]

Mmm Hai I was wondering if I could request an imagine where Soobin is a caregiver over his little girlfriend just sweet and cuteness? Maybe he fixes her a cup of apple juice after she wakes up and searches for him since she woke up little? It's a pretty chill day and they just cuddle in the couch and watch cartoons all day 🥺

I'm a little and I am so utterly whiped for him when I'm in little space along with in normal head space :((

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Wc: 576

Taglist: @kuroppiz @pinkheadflowers

Cartoons with Daddy

When you finally wake, vague memory of a conversation and mumbles of "dada... 'm thirsty.", blur in your little mind.

"Daddy?", you rolled over sleepily in your bed to find a large, daddy-sized space unoccupied. Sitting up to rub the sleepy from your eyes, you place your light-pink teddy on your lap.

"Good morning (plushie name), we gotta go find daddy!", you crawled out of bed, dragging your bestest-buddy-stuffie along with you, your giant purple sweater falling almost past your knees. When you peek out your bedroom door, you hear some faint noises of feet shuffling and cupboards closing down the hall in the kitchen.

You couldn't quite see what he was doing in front of him, his tall figure blocking your view. So you gave a little tug on his shirt, making him just about jump out of his skin and spill a little of the liquid he was pouring into a red sippy cup on the marbled counter.

"Oh my goodness, babygirl! You scared me.", he spun around, gripping the countertop behind him with one hand, holding his chest with the other for a moment before a soft, bunny smile spread across his lips. With a chuckle and a shake of his head, he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"Whatchu doin, Daddy?", still a bit sleepy you tilted your head looking up at him once he stood straight again with soft blinks of curiosity. Rubbing over your cheek, he pulled you into a good-morning squeeze.

"Oh, my sweet little angel. Daddy was just getting his thirsty baby some apple juice!", he broke the embrace, ruffling your hair before turning around to again attempt to fill your sippy with juice.

"Nnn..", you pressed your face into his back and nuzzled against him, giddily taking his comfy scent into your nose with a deep breath.

Once you had your juice, your Daddy picked you up and set you on the counter so you could chat while he made a simple breakfast of yummy mini pancakes with whipped cream and sprinkles. After eating your very sweet breakfast while playing footsies with Daddy under the table, he refilled your juice and brought it to you where you sat on the creamy-white colored sofa, adorned with a fuzzy, baby-blue, fleece blanket. Taking the fluffy blankie, you draped over yourself all cozy-like and sat your teddy next to you, patiently waiting for Soobin to come cuddle with you.

With your sippy in both hands, you giggled while Soobin scooted up to you on the couch, getting underneath the blanket with you, remote in hand. Deciding on a better position, he turned to lay against the arm of the couch, pulling you into his arms to lay on his chest and snuggling you close. When you were settled under your blankie, listening to his heartbeat and deep breathing, he turned the television on while stroking your hair gently.

"Alright, angel, what cartoons are we watching today?"

The rest of your day was spent watching your favorite cartoons and lazily cuddling with Daddy. You loved when he had long days off like this to be babied and have little time with him. After dino nuggies and mac n cheese for lunch, you even napped on the couch together until the glow of the late afternoon sun was shining through your windows.

🧸End note: Soobin is the comfiest human ever 😭 Hi babieee. I relate with that a lot 🥺 he’s so soft and comfy. He’d be a great daddy. I’m guilty of reading my caregiver headcanons for him repeatedly T^T. Sorry this took so long! HAVE SOME PICS TO MAKE UP FOR IT. I’ve been working on a lot lately but I hope you like it!! 💕

🧸Masterlist🧸

[jikook-yoonmin-trash]

YOONGI X READER (DIRTY IMAGINE)

Rating: E for Explicit

No one asked for this but I'll deliver anyways. I know I'm not consistent but I'm trying to be committed to something to stay sane. Lets go.

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

Yoongi had been locked in his studio all week. Being the perfectionist that he was, you knew it would take a miracle to get him out of there. He was working on a new Hip Hop piece with some foreign artist and it stirred something inside, deep and longing. You knew he was passionate and you knew how much he wanted to get this done.

But seeing him so focused and concentrated at the small window of time you visited stirred something in you, deep and longing. Your relationship with him hadn't always been physical, he sought after comfort and companionship, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't turn you on.

Especially on days where he wear shirts that dipped to low, or days where he came straight from his schedule with Bangtan- fully decked out from head to toe with perfect hair and accessories for days.

Like right now for instance.

You weren't sure who was sitting in front of you; Min Yoongi, Suga or Agust D. Whomever it was, you were ready to please.

"Got you some coffee and snack."

Yoongi took a break from writing to look up at you with a little smile. Cute. His hair was pushed back and he looked so devastatingly handsome that for a second you forgot that he was yours, and you forgot to breathe. You couldn't help but notice the thick silver rings on his fingers as he reached for the coffee. You've always had a thing for his hands.

"Thank you babe, wanna sit for a while?" Yoongi asked, looking up at you from mid sip.

With his legs sprawled out like that, it seemed like an invitation- open and inviting. The material of his pants were thick but you could make out the outline of his legs just fine. Perfect legs. Perfect seat.

Feeling bold, you rushed forward and found yourself sitting between his legs. His hands were immediately around you with the gentle sound of his laughter.

"You did say sit." You teased, leaning into his warm chest.

"I did."

Yoongi hummed and swiveled the chair to face his computer. With the coffee set aside and his hands occasionally clicking the keys on his laptop, you both fell into a comfortable silence. Yoongi's head nuzzled against your neck as he furiously wrote down lyrics. All you were concerned about was his hands. He had beautiful hands.

As time progressed, you found the urge to be fondled or even feel him move against you was increasing. Yoongi knew all your tricks. If you tried grinding against him that would only warrant a scolding or worst, him banning any kind of sexual activity until next week. He'd do it, you knew him well enough to not cross him. Especially because he's so busy.

"Yoongi?"

"Mmm." He hummed, kissing your neck.

"You look cute today."

"Mmm, Namjoon called me Daddy. He thought you would like it."

"Namjoon's not wrong."

One of his hand wrapped around you, while the other worked with a pen and paper. He rubbed small circles into your stomach and hummed appreciatively.

"What did you do today beautiful?" His deep voice was calming, you were stuck between wanting to bask in his touches or fall asleep to whatever hypnotic trance he had you in.

"Work was good as usual. I also got my paper done, I'm really proud of it."

"Good girl. You've worked so hard."

You received another kiss on the neck. Before you could respond, his hand dipped under your shirt (his shirt) and cupped both of your breasts in his hands. His ringed thumb swiped over your nipple leaving a cool shocking sensation behind.

"You're not wearing a bra?" His tone was teasing. Had you not seen the small smile tugging on his lips you would think he was upset.

"Hate wearing those."

"Mmm. Anything else I should know." He asked, still fondling your breasts.

"Perhaps a couple things."

"Oh yeah, like what."

You were about to tease him, but the tugging and pinching of your nipple was enough to sedate your urge to toy with Yoongi. It felt really good, especially since you were already worked up earlier.

"Like what baby?"

He was now pressing kisses up your neck with little bites. The pen and paper was abandoned and his now free hand took refuge in the inside of your thigh, prying your legs open.

"Like, I think you should use your hands to make me cum."

He laughed, his chest vibrating against your back.

"Mmm, figured as much. You just sat right on my lap with no hesitation." You were squirming under his touch. "Take off your pants baby. I'll make you cum right here."

Without question, those pants along with your panty were flying to the other side of the room and Yoongi was spreading your legs until they hooked on the handle of either sides of the chair. From his angle, he could see your entire pussy spread out. He could see how wet you were from just a simple touch.

"Dirty."

He sucked a finger and circled it around your clenching core, feeling the heat of your wetness. His finger was teasing you in small strokes and he purposely flicked your clit.

Your body laid flush against his, lifeless even with your head lolled off to the side as he slowly rubbed circles around your clit, missing it on purpose. Yoongi was a nasty tease, he loved drawing out your orgasm and then letting it hit you in waves when you'd least expect it.

"Did you miss me this much? Had to storm into my workplace and demand that I make you cum with my hands."

His free hand was busy rolling your nipple between his thumb and index, tugging whenever he felt like it.

"Not my fault you look so good." You hummed.

"Wanna taste you, let me taste you please."

"Yeaah. Please Yoongi."

In seconds you found yourself being thrown on the desk in front of you. Your legs were splayed out with your hands resting on either side of your body for support. Yoongi ducked his head, laid close to your inner thigh and gazed up at you.

There was a glint of mischievousness sparkling in his dark gaze. He pushed you back hard, your back knocking into the monitor, your hand was busy smashing into the keyboard to find purchase.

"Yoongi!" You hissed, "Your fucking computer is behind me."

His tongue found its way on the inside of your thigh, dangerously close to the new heart beat centered in your hot dripping pussy.

"I will crush your head if you keep teasing me." You threatened. Yoongi had the nerve to laugh, as if he didn't believe you.

"An honorable death for an honorable man."

He finally gave in, and sucked lightly around your clit. His tongue flicking softly at the sensitive spot. You were too busy moaning and heaving, so when he inserted a finger, followed by another you found it extremely taxing to hold back your screams. They were loud and needy. And Yoongi was tending to them.

The thing about Yoongi is that, he knew how to use his fingers and he was an expert with his mouth. Every time he angled his fingers upwards to rub at area that made you see stars, he also added pressure to his tongue. He was sucking and licking your orgasm closer while he finger fucked you. The noises were loud and sinful. The room was heated with wet squelches each time his finger thrust into you.

"Uuuuhgh, Just like that Yoongi. Fuuuuuuuck mee!"

Unable to control the intensity of the feeling, you grabbed onto his hair and pressed him closer- possibly suffocating him in the process. Your hips were grinding circles into his face, finding it easier to chase your own orgasm this way.

"Yeaah!"

"Yeaaaaah!"

"Fuuuuuck Yooongi Mmmmmhhh!"

Your leg wrapped around his neck and pulled him in, locking his head in place as your orgasm hit. It was so intense, your ears were ringing and eyes rolled back as the endorphins wore off. Yoongi was still working his tongue, slowly, sending light shockwaves through your core.

"Baby, I love you and your pussy but please let go."

"No Yoongi, not when you make me cum like that. I feel like I'm floating."

"Oh yeah, I feel like I'm drowning in you."

Reluctantly, you let go. Yoongi's face was glossy with your arousal but he hadn't made any attempts to clean it, only smiling at you in return.

You heard the familiar sound of his belt being unbuckled and the zipper running down. His cock was standing upright, shining with his own arousal. Yoongi looked spent leaning back in his chair. He looked like he owned you and everyone else in this building with his cocky smile and the wicked look in his eye.

"Come sit on my cock baby. Lets finish this song together." He smirked.

And just like that, his cock was nestled into your warm sensitive pussy as he worked on lyrics to his new song. This was going to be a long night.

"You know the rules baby, don't move and don't touch your pussy. If you want something you ask me. Okay baby."

"Yes Yoongi."

"Good girl. This is going to take a while."

[multiplefandomsblog]

V3 boys accidentally knocking up their s/o in the killing game

desc; how the v3 boys would act if they found they knocked you up during the killing game.

warnings; fem!reader, pregnant!reader, sexual comments, cussing, mentions of sex, mild mild spoilers??

just a small note; I haven't finished the 3rd game yet so I have no idea what happens thus, I apologize if it isn’t too accurate or if there are gaps in my story! Also, i don’t know if reader stays in the killing game long enough to birth a child, so like, i just made it like she did?? 

Shuichi

to be honest, I think he would find out before you did.

he is extremely observant so he would notice the symptoms right away

He would notice how you got fatigued easily, how you seemed to get nauseated

first, he would ask you if you were late

then, if you said yes, he would tell you straight up.

“S/o, you’re pregnant.” “I- I’m what!?” 

he would definitely get worried for you and his baby, 

a child born into a killing game is not ideal after all.

would be with you at all times, too scared to let you out his sight

he doesn’t want you or his baby to get hurt or killed by another student

yes, he believes in everyone but he can never be too careful.

he’s constantly pestering you and asking if you’re alright

you have 0 time to yourself, because he’s always with you

would probably hold hands through the bathroom door if you were using the toilet

he would try and prepare everything for when you go into labor

he wanted to make sure that both you and the baby are safe before and after labor

he takes care of you very well, always getting what you need or want

overall, i think he’d be a very responsible dad when the baby is born, probably the best dad out of everyone.

Kokichi

At first kokichi thought you were joking,

“Nishishi! Nice prank, s/o! You almost got me!”

But when you look at him with a serious expression, he goes-

“Wait shit, did we not use protection?” 

He’s not sure how to feel about it, so he just puts a fake face on.

He acts super excited and unworried but on the inside he’s not sure what to do.

he would constantly over think and become unsure of himself, the question repeating over and over in his head; Would he be a good dad?

Though he’s concerned for you and the baby, he’s actually kinda happy

he’s excited for all the pranks he and the baby can do against everyone in the killing game.

He has a new pranking partner!

yes, his pranking partner is less than a month old, but still! the baby is going to be a pranking master!

if you had strange cravings, he would try them with you

wanting to, ���experience being pregnant with his tongue(kinky?)”

the horny bastard would probably still wanna smash, but definitely more gently than usual, he didn’t want to stab the baby with his dick

I think he’d talk to your baby via belly a lot

he would tell your baby stupid jokes that were kinda inappropriate but still hilarious

“Hmm, it must be nice being inside S/o. I would know, I was too.” 

“KOKICHI-” “NISHISHI!” *fucking books it*

i think he’d be a pretty irresponsible dad, but he’d definitely fight for his new family(with pranks)

random headcanon, but i think kokichi would wrap your baby in one of his checkered scarves when it comes out like- ahHHHHHHHHHH

he would also swaddle da baby with his scarf fvhajfgkgavkgbuyg

Korekiyo

When he found out, he was pretty shocked at first

But after the shock, he was insanely happy that he managed to create a human with you.

he adored the fact that his child would be able to make history and continue to live on even after he dies.

He loves humanity, so he’d love the human baby he made with you even more

during your 9 months of pregnancy, he would praise you and your ‘glowing body’ daily

constantly saying stuff like, “Your body is a temple and you are a Goddess.” and “The life growing inside you simply amazing and I am proud to share this experience with an entity such as you.”

You know, that cheesy ooey gooey romantic shit

“S/o, I want to crawl into your body so I can experience being born aga-” “That’s enough of that.”

It's cute and all, but it sometimes gets embarrassing when he is basically worshipping you in public(especially like that).

i think he would tell the baby, folk tales and myths while it was still in your belly

he wanted to raise the baby to be just as curious as he is.

though, behind all these adorable things, kiyo is worried.

don't get me wrong, he does enjoy the other students’ thoughts and strange minds, but he doesn’t trust them for a second.

he would never willingly leave you with another student.

he gets a teensy bit controlling; always asking you to stay in his lab or dorm.

but he won’t get unreasonably angry if you go anywhere else, he just encourages staying in places with less people

if you do need to go somewhere else with other people, he would just follow you

in the end, I think kiyo would be a dad that never neglects his kid(can’t relate-).

he would always be there for them.

K1-B0

K1-B0 doesn’t have the facilities to knock anyone up.

like kokichi asked, do robots even have a penis???? 

how the hell did you two fuck in the first place!????!

but if somehow, miu gives him a penis and actual sperm??? I guess it could work?? i don't know how it works man- I've never fucked a robot

I think he’d be happy and proud that he managed to impregnate you

“See!? I can do human things too!” “...Impregnating a human, K1B0? Seriously? Too fucking far.”

okay, I can’t take this one seriously T_T

um, if you and K1B0 had a baby, would it be half robot??

through your belly, the baby would make robot noises to communicate and K1B0 would understand which is cool

when the baby was born, he gets very protective; he doesn't want his baby to face the same discrimination and bullying he did

he wouldn’t be afraid that the others would hurt the baby, because he helped build in lazer eyes for his baby.

oh but he definitely would not let his baby go near Miu at all

he would prevent that from happening as much as possible

he’s afraid she’ll do something weird to the baby and add new gadgets,

sure its cool and all for him, but the baby is so young!

I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABVHGJDFKVJGVJ

Kaito

Kaito would be fucking psyched when you told him, stars in his eyes and everything

“I-I’m gonna be a dad!? whOOOOOOOOOOO!!” He picked you up and hugged you tight, but not too tight; he didn't want to hurt the baby.

But then realization hits him like a truck when he realizes, that the baby was going to be born into a killing game.

He would have a nervous breakdown and cry for about, ehhh a day or so

but once he gets it all out, he focuses on the positives

if it was possible, he loves you even more than he did before!

now that you have a mini you growing inside you(inception!?), its like, double the love :0

he’s giddy everytime he sees you with your baby bump, not being able to resist hugging you every time he sees you.

he loves you so much, it's hard to put in words 

he cries when he can feel the baby kick, kissing your belly uwu

when you’re around people he can’t trust in the killing game, he gets very very protective

he would watch their every move, moving to shield you when they move their hands.

but around the people he trusts like shuichi and maki, he’d let his guard down and relax

he would stress out if you were in any discomfort, always making sure you were okay

if your legs or back were sore, he would be there in an instant to massage your joints until his hands fell off

he puts you before himself, sometimes forgetting to take care of his basic needs like, eating or sleeping

you’d have to remind him a lot

I think something cute that he would do while you two slept is holding you or your belly protectively while he dozed off

overall, a goofy dad that makes stupid dad jokes.

would have a lot of proud dad moments

he seems like the type who would embarrass his child a lot lmao

Gonta

uh, gonta is father?

would definitely be shocked and stressed out when you told him

his protective mom dad instinct would intensify and he would constantly be carrying you

1. because he didn’t want your legs to get tired

2. he’s practicing for when he picks up his baby

3. if he carries you like this, no one can reach and/or hurt you

4. because he can

5. and because a gentleman would do that

he doesn't really know what to do when you’re having pregnancy symptoms, like vomiting, nausea, etc.

he’s not great at that part, but he knows how to protect you from danger and he knows how to make sure you’re comfortable

he treats you like a queen(as all women should be treated!)

he isn’t really worried when you’re around other students, but he still picks you up just in case

i think he’d act super sweet, like his sweetness would intensify to 100

he would try cooking a meal for you or giving you breakfast in bed, but it always tastes like boiled eggs in the end?

like no matter what it is, it always tastes like boiled eggs

pasta? boiled eggs

maki rolls(haha)? boiled eggs

sandwich? boiled eggs

“...Mmm! Gonta this is, uh, not at all tasting like boiled eggs!” You tried to say enthusiastically, Gonta nodded with a soft smile, “Gonta glad you like it!”

eventually you caved in and told him(after a few months... you didn't want to hurt the baby—gonta—, okay?)

he’d have to ask kirumi to do all the cooking while he just handed her ingredients

he feels weird when he thinks about the fact that his baby is growing inside you

all he can think about is larva

but he thinks its cool that his creation is going to grow inside you and become another human

so he just rolls with it

Rantaro

(i apologize in advance if this isn’t too accurate)

i feel like i can imagine this:

Rantaro was sitting on the benches outside, drinking his bottled tea. His eyes darted towards your approaching figure. He stored his leftover tea in his cheeks as he gave you a wave, putting his bottle down. “Rantaro, i’m pregnant.” His eyes widened as the tea came spewing out, luckily he turned his head away so you were out of the splash-zone. He dropped his bottle before standing up and immediately hugging you. “I love you so much, we can do this. I love you.” He repeated as he moved his hand up your head, tangling his fingers in your locks.

he would be pester you if you looked like you were in pain or struggling with something, thinking you were going into labor

*breathing pattern changes* “Holy shit! Are you going into labor?? Fuck, okay um, uH hospital?? UH contRACTIOns HOw LoNg?-” “I JUST BREATHED DIFFERENTLY.”

p a n i c

he doesn’t know how the whole pregnancy thing works, he’s only a teen after all

but no matter what, he supports you in any way he can

i think if anyone made a bad comment about your baby or you, he would probably scare the shit out of them with his scary expression

intimidation x100

i headcanon him to be a cuddly dad

he would hold you a lot, he likes feeling all three of you together

small scenario from when the baby was born;

As your baby’s cries filled the room, you sighed as you got up from the bed. Rantaro, however, abruptly stopped your movement, “Don’t worry, I got ‘em.” He rubbed his eyes, kissing your forehead as he gently pushed you back down onto the bed and walked towards the crib.

You watched with droopy eyes as Rantaro gently shushed the baby by bouncing them in his arms. Rantaro made his way back to bed and slipped in beside you, the now quiet baby still in his arms. “Mmm Rantaro no, we’re gonna crush the baby.”

You softly groaned in protest. Rantaro pouted at you, silently pleading with you with his puppy-dog eyes. You let out a huff of defeat before nodding, eyes half-closed. The last thing you saw before dozing off was Rantaro smiling goofily at the baby. You slowly fell asleep, Imprinting a gentle smile on your face as you slept. 

sorry for steering the other way for rantaro’s, its 6am ;-; what is sleep anyway? phew, thank you for requesting this! i enjoyed writing it, it was fun :D

- mod chia

[kiki-shortsnout]

For the intimacy prompts 13, 17 & 18 with IronStrange? It just seems really cute! 😁

Hey! Thanks for the prompts! I think I got them all in this piece!! Hope you like it!

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‘You ever think about taking a break?’ Warm, calloused hands crept over his eyes, obscuring the biology textbook he was reading.

‘I can take a break after exams,’ Stephen answered, trying to dislodge his roommate’s hands, craning his neck to peer over his fingers, still murmuring as he read under his breath.

‘Come on, baby, you’ve been at it for hours, I’ve been out for lunch with Rhodey, stopped off for a coffee, and you haven’t moved from that position. That can’t be good for your spine…how many times have you chewed me out about not becoming exhausted.’

‘One more hour,’ Stephen told him, still reading.

‘Stephen, seriously this-’

‘One hour, Tony, you can entertain yourself for one hour!’

The forearms resting on his shoulders went tense, hands slipping away from his face.

Damn it.

Dropping his pencil down onto his book, Stephen sighed and swiveled himself around in his chair, catching the back of Tony’s belt loops as he walked away. Tugging him back, Stephen slung his arms around Tony’s hips as he hung his head.

‘Sorry, Tones…it’s just-’

‘Your stressed, I know,’ Tony told him, encouraging his head forward onto his stomach with gentle hands. His eyes slid shut as Tony’s hands slid up into his hair, blunt nails trailing over his scalp, and then running through his hair, lightly tugging on the strands that the back of his head. Stephen pushed his head further into the warmth of his stomach, feeling himself melt at the attention.

‘One more hour, okay? then I want you to take a break and eat something,’ Tony said, curling his fingers in Stephen’s hair one last time.

‘Says the guy who keeps me awake with all his late night binges when inspiration strikes him,’ Stephen scoffed, leaning back in his chair to look up at him.

‘And you always shout at me to stop and rest, this is me returning the favor…I just phrase it in a nicer way,’ Tony grumbled, patting Stephen on the cheek before he pulled away.

Stephen turned back around in his chair, trying to refocus on his biology textbook, but his concentration was shot, and he kept rereading the same last paragraph over and over without retaining the information. He found himself listening to the sounds of his roommate moving around behind him, his lips lifting as he realized Tony was cleaning.

Tony was one of the messiest people he knew, was chaos personified, but there was a certain order to his mess that only he understood, reluctant to clean it away, and Stephen knew the only reason he was tidying up was to give him one less thing to do.

Sometimes he couldn’t quite believe how they’d gotten here, roommates by chance, boyfriends by choice. At an initial glance they appeared to be polar opposites, Tony Stark a rich kid admitted into college early for being an engineering genius, and Stephen, a poor nobody from Nebraska, desperate not to take over his family farm.

Within the initial weeks of them meeting they had been locked in some sort of silent, passive-aggressive war, neither willing to give the other the time of day, both making their shared living space a nightmare for the other. Tony waking Stephen up at all times of the night by bringing home his latest conquest, and then Stephen waking him up at an ungodly hour in retaliation by ripping open the blinds to let in the beaming sunshine.

It was only after Tony had caught him with furious tears in his eyes after a frustrating phone call with this father, that animosity between them had ceased. Tony had looked down at him huddled in his navy blue comforter, only to turn on his heel and leave the room. He’d returned half an hour later with a box of Thai Takeout, Stephen’s favorite, and sat beside him on the bed.

‘Dads are the absolute worse,’ he told him, pushing food into Stephen’s hands, waving away any protests about Stephen not having enough money.

Stephen returned to the present as he saw movement in his peripheral, his mug placed by his elbow. Tony was trying to be as inconspicuous as possible placing it down, but it still thunked loudly on his desk, some of the tea spilling over the edges. Saying nothing, Stephen picked it up by the handle, inhaling the scent of jasmine as he stretched his neck out from side to side.

Stephen couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment things had changed between them, it’d been a gradual process, going from late night talks, to Stephen watching out for the younger man when they’d been at parties, little messages left for the other on the whiteboard on the back of the door. Then, it had progressed to a few lingering touches, and then, finally after weeks of fretting about it, Stephen had kissed Tony late one night while they’d been listening to music and studying.

Taking a sip of his tea, Stephen leaned back in his chair, looking up at the wall in front of him, the few photos he’d stuck on the wall of himself and his sister, Donna. Happier memories of his childhood mixed with a few photos of when she’d come to visit him at college a few months ago. In the middle of them all was a picture of Stephen and Tony, both of them wrapped up against the cold, Tony sharing his scarf as he took the selfie, his mouth stretched wide in a grin.

This…this wasn’t going to last forever. They would, Stephen couldn’t imagine his life without Tony, not ever. They might be young, but Tony Stark was the one thing he was going to keep in his life, their future careers be damned, the expectations of their fathers. Real life would undoubtedly come with its own demands, but for now, their life was studying and hanging out with their friends.

The best time of their lives.

He shut his textbook and pushed himself away from his desk.

Stephen turned back around, taking a moment to watch Tony on the pushed together beds, taking a mental snapshot of the moment right here, right now. The room was a mash of their personalities, Stephen’s side neat and orderly, textbooks stacked with precision, pens neatly in their holder, pristine and clean, the ideal study area. Tony’s side of the room had so many posters stuck to the walls it was impossible to see the wall beneath. Clothes were strewn over his desk and chair, a Jenga tower of screwed up pieces of paper wobbled on the corner of his desk, next to the half-chewed pencils.

Honestly, how had they gotten together?

Tony glanced up from his book as Stephen got to his feet, some of the blankets piled around him slipping down to his waist as he sat straighter from where he’d been leaning against the wall.

‘I’m being quiet,’ he panicked as Stephen walked towards him, book tumbling to the bed.

‘I know, and thank you for the tea, and the cleaning up. C’mere,’ Stephen told him, lifting aside the blankets, snuggling in close.

‘You finished already?’ Tony went without protest, head on Stephen’s shoulder and arms snug about his waist.

‘No, but you’re right, I needed a break, and a Tony recharge.’

‘I can do that for you,’ Tony laughed, hooking his foot over Stephen’s knee.

They sat together on their beds, not talking, taking comfort from each other. The sounds of some of the guys playing football outside drifted in through the window, music flowed down the corridor from the room next door.

‘You ever think about the future?’ Tony asked, squeezing Stephen a bit tighter.

‘Mmm,’ Stephen made an agreeing noise, resting his cheek against the crown of Tony’s head. ‘I was just a minute ago in fact.’

‘Does it scare you?’

‘Sometimes. Exams, medical school… I’ve still got years ahead of me while you…’

‘We’ve spoken about this, I’ll wait for you to finish, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll probably have to start working for Stark Industries as soon as I’ve finished, but that doesn’t mean I’m not waiting for you to become a rich doctor so I can become a man of leisure.’ Tony yelped as Stephen kicked him under the blankets.

‘As if. You become CEO and I’ll become the man of leisure.’

‘Whatever, you’d be bored after a day of it. You were born to help people Stephen, don’t let anything stop you.’

That was one of the things Stephen loved most about Tony, how supportive he could be, his fierce and stubborn loyalty to those he called his friends.

‘Whatever happens, Tony, I want you in my life. Even if you become sick of me being on call, and I become sick of not understanding whatever engineering equation you’re trying to explain… I want to do it together, with you,’ Stephen whispered, reaching out with a hand to cover Tony’s one on his waist.

Whatever the future held, they’d meet it, together.

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.07

11/03/2020

Waiting to Exhale

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5, 871

Warnings: smut!, SO MUCH FLUFF, smidge of angst, language, talk of pregnancy for the purpose of an heir to the throne

A/N: Y’all, I really tried to move away from the smut this chapter but THOR MAKES ME DO IT! FUCK! I want him so much. Reader is literally me. lol Anywho, I wrote the end of this chapter like half asleep, just now. And I’m too tired to even worry about going back to proof it and I wanted to share it with y’all now instead of making you wait until tomorrow so, here it is. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Kissing Thor is noisy. Mainly because he likes to really kiss you. His lips smoosh against your own until he’s delving into your mouth with his tongue. You’re so eager to reciprocate the affection that you greet him willingly. Your own tongue swirling around his own.

You’re hit with the salty tang of the olives from his sandwich, a spicy bite to the flavor from the jalapeños.

He kisses you slow, making it last minutes. He makes you dizzy and your heart seems to be perpetually pounding since last night.

The water sloshes around both your bodies as he reaches down to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you right up against him, breasts squished against his massive pecs.

He holds the side of your head, fingers strong and possessive as he tilts your head to explore you better.

When your breath is nothing but gasping, he pulls back with an audible smack. He leans in to kiss you twice more. Two quick pecks before he twists to his right and reaches for the large glass of wine he’d poured you.

Handing it to you, he fixes your hair before reaching to his left for a sandwich triangle. Roast and chicken, cheese, tomatoes, and mustard. You’re not even sure you like this food but when Thor holds the tip of the sandwich up to your lips you open up and take a bite.

Your mind is too preoccupied with the naked God before you to worry about the flavors in your mouth anymore. If it doesn’t immediately pertain to Thor, then you don’t have a mind for it right now.

He follows your bite with his own and replaces the sandwich on the tray still half full along with a bowl of olives and another of cheese cubes.

You lick your lips as you chew, watching his face for any shift that might hint at a change of mood.

Thor however hasn’t changed since this morning when you gave yourself to him completely. And he gave himself to you too.

Maybe it’s silly to think that way, that what happened between the two of you was anything more than sex, but it felt like it. Especially that first time.

He’d been so…there had been something about the look in his eyes, the way he touched you. So sweet and gentle. So loving.

Even now, his free hand finds the soft skin of your side and while you flinch at first, he knows to keep his hand there and after a moment you settle and are still again.

“Why do you pull away?” Thor had asked in the morning after that first time when he’d been laying with you, talking as his hand sought a spot on your side.

“I’m not pulling away.” You’d argued. “I’ve just never been touched there before by anyone but myself. It feels weird. Not exactly a tickling but close to it.”

Now he lets the surprise pass and caresses the spot once your body has moved on from the shock.

“You keep searching for something. What is it, cherub?” He reaches over to give your cheek a little pinch then throws his hand over the edge of the large bath you’d seen when you’d stolen a peek at his bathroom.

The water is steaming hot, such a comfort to your surprisingly sore body. You hadn’t realized how much your morning activities would stress it. What a work out!

Thor’s already frowned at the bruises he can see he’s left on you. You shut that down quickly. You liked the sex. You’re not about to give it up because he’s a little too strong.

Smart? Probably not. But you’re discovering a whole new side to yourself that you hadn’t known you could be. And the bruises are only on your hips, some on your ass.

You didn’t know that you could be desirable and seductive. Irresistible? Definitely not! But from the way Thor’s hands keep loving on your curves, you must at least be so to him, right? Even if it’s only in a physical, sexual way. It’s more than you ever thought you’d have.

“Nothing.” You swallow your food, tipping your glass against your lips to wash it down with a mouthful of wine.

Before you can say anything else, Thor mashes his lips to yours. His tongue takes a quick dip into your mouth before finishing his kiss with another peck.

“Mmm.” He hums, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What was that for?”

“You taste like raspberries.” He informs you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“It’s the wine.”

Thor purses his lips, giving you a skeptical look as if you’re lying.

“Mmmmm, you sure?�� He smiles, a big goofy grin you hadn’t seen yet.

The expression gives you such joy that you laugh, leaning against his chest as your body shakes with it.

Thor’s eyes are bright, happy, and he gladly dips his head down to kiss your lips as you pucker your lips up at him.

“Can this be real?” You wonder, staring up into his pretty face.

“Why do you think it isn’t? Shall I pinch you?” His hand tickles your side, grabbing gently.

You squirm and laugh, quickly grabbing his hand to stop his pinching.

“No!” You shake with your chuckling. “Stop.”

“I will if you tell me why you can’t believe this is reality.”

“I don’t know? Because it all feels too good to be true?” You turn around slowly, nestling into his lap, his arms wrapping themselves around you instantly as you lean back against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your cheek, then rests his own scratchy bearded cheek against your head.

“I mean, it was three days ago that I was sitting in my house, completely alone and would have probably stayed that way until I died. I’ve never felt any kind of interest for anyone before.”

“I’m sure someone would have come along and fallen in love with you. You’re very lovable, cherub. Otherwise, how could you feel so good where I have you?”

Your cheeks are burning hot. If someone held a wick to it, it would light and burn.

You laugh nervously, not believing a single word.

“It’s true.” Thor insists, squeezing you against his body. “If I’m completely honest, no one has ever felt this good before.”

“You just need the affection.” You scoff.

“No.” Thor refuses your thinking. “I like you.”

He drops his voice to a deep whisper. As he says those three words, it becomes thick and heavy. It means a lot. To you. To him. This is a significant moment, and he makes sure to steal your breath with his massive body curling around you from behind and that deep voice that likes to nestle in between your ribs and make it hot there.

“We’ve only just started,” he observes. “Imagine how I’ll feel in a month.”

He’s absolutely wicked with his charm, and you know you’re a lost cause to it. There’s no going back from this now.

“And I did like you, too. Even when I first came to see you. I can’t deny that. I think it’s pretty clear by now, how I feel. But I had no idea that it was to this extent. I didn’t know that I’d go from virgin to what happened today in the blink of an eye.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Thor asks, no fear in his voice but you can feel a tension in his arms.

“Nope. It isn’t.” You shake your head, turning to look at him but he’s so close.

His cheeks are a flushed pink bronze. You realize he’s blushing at your confession much like his made you all flustered too. He’s hot for sure, downright breathtaking, but you had no idea he could be this adorable too. Cute? He’s almost like a puppy in this moment. Sweet and lovable.

You can’t help yourself, so you just kiss his bearded chin, and he quickly turns to meet your lips with his own.

He relaxes, the affection calming him? You’re not sure. But that’s what it feels like and it plays into your theory that he’s been needing the physical reassurance.

You reach up behind his head, fingers delving into the short and wet strands of his hair as he reaches over and forces your head to turn more so that he can kiss you with passion again.

You whimper, his touch intoxicating.

In response to your own sounds of enjoyment, Thor utters a small groan. Slowly he pushes you up, rises, and spins with you until your back is to the edge of the bathing pool. He turns you around, then with kisses to the center of your back to nudge you forward, he guides you into bending over with your chest pressed against the warm edge of the bath. He bends over you completely and pulls you into another passionate kiss, holding your face towards his by grabbing your chin.

Gently he nudges your legs open with his knee and before you can prepare yourself fully, he’s inside you, curling his hips around your bum as he plunges himself deeper.

You break the kiss to gasp with pleasure, the sensation growing on you more and more. As he cups your breasts, you lay your head down and reaching back to hook your hand around his bottom, pulling him towards you when he thrusts making him groan with excitement as he picks up the pace.

~~~~~~~~~~

He’s moaning underneath you. A dramatic, overexaggerated, completely ridiculous display meant only for you as you card your hands through his drying hair. He has his head in your lap, shirtless form with only a baggy pair of black sweats keeping his manly bits private. For you, his face is upside down. But that doesn’t make him any less handsome.

You’re sitting with your back against the headrest, chuckling at the look on his face and the stupid sounds he’s making for your benefit.

“Stop making those noises!” You laugh, “It doesn’t sound right.”

“Or does it sound just right?”

You chuckle continuously, scratching his scalp lightly and his mouth genuinely falls open.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

Silly man.

“Are we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?” You wonder, not minding the idea one bit.

He mumbles something indistinct. Maybe nonsense? You’re not sure. But you laugh again.

“What?”

“Please, don’t stop.” He begs.

You lapse into silence, letting this blissful moment stretch on until your mind starts to wander.

You’ve realized that the affection he’s after isn’t just that, but he’s also touch starved.

You are too, but that makes sense. You’ve been single your whole life.

It’s weird for him. He’s been with Jane for a while. Why does it feel like these displays of affection from you are something he’s been yearning for? Maybe not from you specifically, but the touch is welcomed. Eagerly.

“Can I ask you something?” You keep stroking his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp in small circles.

“Mmmmmmm…” He looks like he might fall asleep, his one blue eye shut.

“I know you said that you picked me because of what I told you my ideal marriage was like. Is this part of a marriage important for you? Physical affection? Is that what you liked about the description I gave you?” You reach down to stroke his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against your skin.

Thor opens his eye, staring up at you with a torn expression. What does it mean?

“I liked the image you painted of us.” He reaches up, caressing the back of your neck. “I should be more honest with you.”

Fuck. Is it bad news?

“Truth is, Jane and I haven’t really been together for about half a year. We hadn’t broken up officially or anything. And it isn’t so much that we haven’t seen each other just because we’re busy but we haven’t tried to see each other.

“If we had tried a little harder, I think we could have still kept things going for a bit longer, but…” He doesn’t finish his thought and instead leaves you to wonder if maybe Jane didn’t want to try? Or maybe he didn’t want to? Which is silly because he’s been holding out for her.

It’s what almost ruined your opinion of him.

“But you still love each other?” You’re confused, his love for her is so obvious.

“Many people who love each other drift apart. If both parties are not willing to keep the relationship going, even the strongest love can be inconsequential.”

His eye is trained on the ceiling above, a beautiful ornate wooden design carved by Asgardian artisans. He’s lost in thoughts. Depressing ones it looks like.

You don’t like the idea of him being unhappy. It stings a little on a personal level too to know that it’s because of his pining for an ex-love.

But you want him to know that you’ve heard him. You understand his feelings as best as you can.

“I’m sorry she doesn’t know what she’s losing.” You mean it too.

Jane is losing out on such a beautiful soul. Alien or not, Thor is entrancing.

You can’t picture your life without Thor now. Even if your feelings are still growing and nowhere near where his and Jane’s are for each other, the idea of never feeling his kiss again, his weight on you? It’s unbearable to think about.

He told you he likes you! That means something, right?

He’s also so sweet and funny. He really is a dream. If he hadn’t propositioned you during that first meeting of feigning your marriage, he’d be perfect. But no one can be perfect and you’re pretty sure he must have been desperate as hell at the time.

“But maybe I should write her a thank you note?” You place your hands on both sides of his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “If she had agreed to marry you, I wouldn’t be here. And I’m so…so lucky to be here, Thor.”

You sigh heavily, having been thinking about this since your bath at noon.

“I thought I was going to be married to someone who wouldn’t care about me.” You confess. “I thought I was doomed to living a life without real feeling. But what we have…it isn’t normal, right? This kind of connection isn’t common?”

You could be wrong. This isn’t something you’re knowledgeable about. Not even a little bit.

“No. It’s not.” Thor agrees, reaching up to hook his hand around the back of your neck, a gentle squeeze to emphasize his words.

“We’re lucky, Thor.” You nod, smiling hopefully because for the first time since all of this craziness began, you can see the life you’d imagined for your ideal marriage as a true possibility.

There might be more to it. It’s not just a marriage, but a duty. You’ll be Queen and Thor is already King. There’s going to be more than days like this with him. There’ll be obligations and maybe even things that you won’t want to do.

Days like this will make it worth it.

Thor smiles at you, his body relaxed again after getting things off his chest.

“We’re lucky.” He agrees and pulls you down until he can kiss you.

Upside down, the kiss is a little strange. You huff a laugh against his lips until he reaches up to take hold of your head and tilt it to the side so that he can silence you with a deeper kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Alright, I’m here.” Thor announces, strutting into his war room on the second floor.

It’s a simple room, large as it is. Round like his bedroom, with no windows. There’s a doorway to the right on the far end that leads to a small tower hidden among the various roofs of the palace. That’s his strategic viewpoint. That’s where he can see invaders if invaders are stupid enough to try and come here.

“You’re late.” Loki says, off-hand, not paying attention. He's focused on what’s before him. Busy.

There’s no urgency in his voice so Thor stops just inside the door, hands finding his hips as he stands there staring at his brother.

The silence is almost endless until Loki looks up and does a double take at the sight of Thor standing there wearing a pair of baggy black sweats and a ratty old gray shirt. It’s clean. Just full of frays and tears.

“I see we’ve completely given up.” Loki observes. “One day with your fiancé and you think you can relax and walk around looking like an Earth frat boy?”

“How do you know what a frat boy is?”

“I’ve been on Earth longer than you have I think.” Loki scoffs. “I had to scope out the planet before I tried to take it over, remember?”

“That’s not something I would go around bragging about, brother. The people of Earth might not realize you’ve changed.” Thor finally moves in further, sitting himself down on the large throne-like seat at the head of a very large round table that doubles as a battle map.

This is what Loki had been focused on.

As he sits back, relaxing in his comfy chair, he sighs heavily. Happily. Hands resting on his stomach as he stares at the table, zoning out with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today.

Loki’s continued silence begins to draw his attention and he turns to look at him only to find him with narrowed and suspicious eyes.

“What did you do?” Loki demands, “Why do you look so pleased with yourself?”

“Hm? Nothing. I did nothing.” Thor assures him, sitting up a little straighter and clearing his throat.

Loki knows him too well. The way Thor spreads his legs, wide apart as he claims the room as his own with his mere presence. There are only two reasons his brother takes that posture.

“I know you, Thor. You’ve either defeated an enemy in battle within the last few hours of the day—which is clearly impossible since you’ve been holed up in your bedroom this entire time. Or you’ve gone and bedded some woman until you’re entirely spent.”

Thor clears his throat, avoiding his brother’s eyes.

“Thor,” He already sounds upset. “I thought you were going to wait until you were married to her?”

His demanding tone, the upset brings a sense of slight shame to Thor’s beautiful memories of the day.

Quickly he wipes that away. It was a day well spent, growing closer to you and forming a bond that will help you both in your marriage.

“We were supposed to!” Thor argues.

“How could you bed her two days before the wedding?”

“She asked me to!” Thor counters, getting to his feet as he gestures towards the door with both hands flat, palms up.

“As if I’d believe that.” Loki frowns.

“She did! I swear to you, I tried to refuse her.”

“Not very hard, I imagine.” Loki scoffs.

“Loki, the last thing that I want to do is take advantage of Y/N. She’s honest and true. She doesn’t play games and she’s up front about what she wants. She told me that she wanted to be with me because she felt it was right, not because she was required to in order to consummate our marriage.

“And honestly, I’m glad that we did it. Not only do I know now that she and I are compatible in that way, but it meant more for her to do so willingly. I wasn’t exactly eager to bed her knowing that she was only doing it because it was something she was obligated to do either. We were both of one mind on that front.”

Loki’s eyes are sharp, trained on Thor as he explains himself and crosses the room to a small table against the right curved wall to pour himself a glass of ale. He’s able to see that Thor is not lying. Everything he just said is the truth. And while he worries about you and Thor too, he can see that this is probably for the best.

He thinks about it as Thor drinks, then accepts this new phase of your courtship.

“Well, I suppose it’s never too early to start working for that heir.”

Thor sputters on his drink, coughing and gasping.

He thumps his chest, turning to Loki as he zones out again with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today, and each and every time he released within you.

True, you and he would have had to start on an heir quickly. It’s what the people want, as well as the Ambassadors for Earth. They want tangible ties to the human race.

Still, Thor’s heart begins to pound at the idea of your belly swelling with his babe.

It’s not an unpleasant thought. In fact, the more he pictures it, the more he likes it.

Because he’s an idiot, he tries to picture Jane like that too.

They’d never even discussed children.

Jane had been focused on her work and Thor had been too happy to step aside and wait for her to be ready.

He finds he can’t picture Jane the way he can picture you, sweet smile caressing your belly as you look up to meet his eye. Smile widening before you reach out towards him, “Come feel, he’s kicking.”

His imagination is surprisingly vivid and his heart swells.

“A head start on siring an heir isn’t a bad idea. You should spend tomorrow doing the same.” Loki suggests.

Thor reaches up to rub along his chest, right over his heart as that feeling of fullness keeps growing.

“Aye,” Thor agrees, but his words are a whisper to himself. “I think I just might.”

“What?” Loki asks, Thor too quiet for him to hear.

“Nothing. What was the threat you wanted to speak of?” Thor moves back to his seat, but rather than take it, he stands, staring at the simple map of Earth.

Loki isn’t looking at the map, however. He’s got what looks like a silver bowl on top of it, a glistening silver liquid within.

“A window.” Thor realizes.

“Just a small one.” Loki nods, staring intently at the serene liquid.

“What do you see?”

Thor only sees the silver liquid.

“Stirrings. They’re quiet, and only shadows for the time being. I sense Jotunheim.” Loki murmurs darkly.

“Laufey?” The worry is heavy on his mind now, nothing but this threat matters to Thor. In this moment, he’s got one thing on his mind.

“Perhaps.” Loki nods.

“But you killed him. Didn’t you? You saved father and mother. Another trick, brother?” Thor spits, almost angry. Mostly just suspicious.

“No.” Loki insists, giving his brother a frown. “Not on my side. I thought he was dead. I’m not sure if it’s him but it feels like Laufey.”

“What does this mean?”

“I’m not sure yet, Thor. As I said, it’s only a stirring. I’ll have to keep watch.”

“Have you shared this with the guard? Brunnhilde? Sif?” Thor asks.

“Yes.” Loki nods, waving his hand over the silver. “Sif has gone to hurry the Warrior’s Three back in case something should come before the wedding. Don’t worry, brother. As soon as I have more information, I will come to you.”

With a heavy sigh, Thor crosses his bulging arms over his hardened chest. Now his mind is preoccupied. Worries begin to grow. The safety of his people first and foremost.

They don’t have the armor or weapons to defend the city much less the surrounding human cities in the area. If the Jotunn should rise again, their wrath would not stop with New Asgard.

“Thor?”

“Hm?” He’s still mostly distracted, out of it as his mind races to plan ahead for all contingencies.

“Don’t you have a pretty future Queen of Asgard waiting in your bedroom? Did you not have something to do?”

Thor’s gaze eventually wanders over to Loki. He understands he should say something, so he nods. “Right, of course. Right. Keep me posted.”

He walks around him, through the door and back up to his floor. At the end of the hall he sees the light seeping through the bottom of the door. The warm glow of the lit fire.

Moving towards it, he doesn’t see it or the comforts it promises. He can only see the thousands of faces of his people, looking to him for guidance and reassurance. Their safety is in his hands. He can fight for days, weeks without stopping if he has to in order to protect those under his care, but he’s one man. How will he protect them all?

He can’t be there to block every blow.

The weight of his crown is heavy, feet falling heavy against the wooden floor.

A fear begins to bubble up in his chest, shifting and squirming, making him feel sick to his stomach. His hand shakes as he reaches out to take hold of the handle to his door. As he takes it, he squeezes harder than he means to and the metal groans beneath his grip.

When he pushes the door open, a wave of warmth washes over him, pulling him out of the grip of the cool hallway air.

He hears a groan from his desk chair.

Searching for it, he spots you sitting with your back twisted as you hold to the arm, turning to face him.

It’s the sight of you that clears his head and steadies his heart.

Sitting there with in his pink sweater again, this time a pair of thick wool socks on your feet. One is scrunched around your ankles, the other holding firm to your lovely, well explored calf.

You take his breath away as you smile at him, your eyes searching his face. Your pretty smile falters, a scrunch between your eyes as notice his distress.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, the laptop behind you abandoned mid-sentence on whatever work you’re writing.

He stops by the door. It shuts behind him. You stand up and Thor’s mind is bathed with the delicious image of you again, belly swollen with his child.

This time you’re not smiling and beckoning him for a feel of a kick. Instead, you’re standing before him, your hands resting against that belly, your face twisted in honest concern.

This time he doesn’t have to imagine what you would say because you open your mouth now and say, “C-Can I help? Thor? What can I do?”

Nothing.

You can do absolutely nothing if a Jotunn army comes to freeze the Earth over. Their cradle is gone but their power comes from magic. Magic in their blood. And they’re strong enough to do damage without the cradle.

So, even though you ask, and he knows that the answer is nothing, just the fact that you ask. That adorable little crinkle between your eyes.

His mind returns and in three long strides he’s got you up in his arms. He kisses you hard, overcome with gratitude and that image in his head of you pregnant both smiling and worried. It’s too much for him and how can he show you how much your offer means to him?

How can he show you that your own strife over his feelings for Jane is unnecessary?

The only way he can think of in this moment is without words. With his hands and his lips and his body.

“Mm.” You mumble, resisting. You push yourself back a bit and Thor lets you get away but keeps you held against his body; your legs wrapped around his waist. “Thor, what’s wrong?”

Your hands are so gentle against his cheeks, caressing his beard, stroking it as if the feel of it brings you pleasure.

He pushes forward, past your little grip and buries his face against the side of your neck.

You smell like rosewater. And something else. Something just you. You’ve taken another bath in his absence. He can’t blame you after all of the loving he’s given you today.

Without another query you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand making soothing circles between his shoulder blades, the other on the back of his head in a supportive caress.

Thor is absolutely melting from all this affection you’re giving him.

How had he survived without it?

How had he gone so hard for so long and only now realized that he’d been waiting to exhale.

Here in your arms, he can breathe finally. Even though the weight of Asgard is on his shoulders, and the weight of the Earth and the nine realms too, with you here holding him up he can take solace for a bit.

He carries you back to the bed, sits on the edge, and you readjust your legs so that you can keep them on either side of him but hold yourself up a bit more steadily. Thor loves the way you seem to flow with his movements. You respond and he adjusts for you too.

After what feels like an hour, he pulls back to look up at your beautiful face.

“Where have you been all of my life?” He whispers, voice choked from the breath he’d finally breathed.

“I’m here now.” You nod, “And I won’t go anywhere unless you want me to.”

Thor scoffs at the idea, such a completely stupid and ridiculous thought for you to have because he cannot possibly exist without you in his life now.

He realizes it now more than before. The sex had been fantastic. Much needed. The intimacy welcomed and yearned for, though not exactly from you until you gave it and he realized that it was exactly your type of intimacy he’d been looking for.

There’s something more to what you can give him. More to what you’re already providing him with.

To his great pleasure, and he hopes to yours too, there’s one more thing he needs from you. Something that he hopes you’re willing to give.

“Let’s make a babe.” He says, and he can see your breath hitch.

The way he can see your mind go blank and fuzzy and then try to process what he’s just said is endearing. You’re always so shocked by his displays of attachment.

He can’t exactly blame you. It’s only been three days. Still, he’s felt more in these three days than he has over years with anyone else.

This feels so close to love, he’s almost certain that for him it already is. But he’ll hold off telling you until he’s completely sure. He meant what he told Hilde and Loki. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

Not ever.

“Wh-what?” You finally stutter, your lips shaking as you speak.

He smiles, reaches up to trace your bottom one with his thumb and they part for him, a response no doubt curated by the many situations he’s placed you in today. Every touch had been a request to come closer and every time you’d opened up for him.

“We’ll have to have one eventually. Soon, too. The Ambassadors will want a human Asgardian heir as soon as possible to make sure that I’ll have a reason to protect the human species as much as my own.

“But mostly I really just want to see you heavy with my child, cherub. We’ll make many little angels together. Sooner, rather than later.” Thor hooks his hand behind your neck, giving it a squeeze as he pulls you towards his lips.

You pucker up instantly the closer you get, your eyes peeled however, trained on his own electric blue as if you’re waiting for him to say it’s a joke.

He gives you a peck, just reassurance for you.

“You do?” You breathe, airy and short.

“I do. Let me make you a true mother of Asgard.” He whispers, and he can see your skin pimple. He reaches down to run his hand up along your arm, only making the goosebumps more pronounced as he tries to soothe them.

Thor can see you struggling to find the words. It doesn’t look like a negative thing.

He brings his hands down to our thighs, running them up to push the sweater you’re wearing up a bit until his fingers find the crease of your bent legs just below your hips. He tickles you there and you squirm, accidentally rubbing up against him just right.

“Let me fill you up, my sweet, sweet cherub.” He gushes, hoping it’s not coercion he’s inflicting and hopefully just reassurance. “I want you to the be the mother of my children. Only you.”

And then you pounce.

Thor is taken aback by the weight you throw on him, the flurry to get his pants down and his shirt yanked up over his head. He traces your sides, fingers dragging across your skin slowly which only seems to drive you crazier.

You kiss him hard at first, then after a minute, it softens.

You pull back to look down at him and Thor tries to read that look in your eyes. He tries to understand the resolve there, the grit he can see.

Then you’re kissing him again, these electric fire kisses that seem to make the world around him blur until all he can see, feel, hear, or care about is you and your body and pulling those little chuckles from you in the middle of your romp because the way your voice suddenly shifts into a moan from the happy sound drives him wild and all he wants to do is make you call his name.

What is this intoxication he has with you? That apple taste of you, so much like ale, draws him in and there’s no escaping you now. You’re his, and he can see in your eyes that he is truly yours.

Willingly he gives himself up to you. All thoughts of Jane driven from his mind because how can anyone compare to this draw of you? This perfection?

“Oh, Thor…” You whimper, his hands pulling you slowly against his hips as he pushes himself up with his other arm.

He hits you deep, stretching you wide as he stuffs you with his cock. Your hand is tight around his shoulder, nails digging hard as you bite your lip and muffle your moan.

“No…” He pulls you to him, sitting up then standing up and taking you with him. He turns around then with you falls to the bed. “…no. Let me hear you. I wanna hear you.”

He thrusts in deeper and you cry out loud, legs wrapping around his waist to yank him closer.

“Like that.” Thor whispers, approving of the sound you just made.

He thrusts again and it’s breathier, but still a cry and anyone in the palace will know that he’s made you his, body and soon soul too.

Will he ever tire of your body? Will he ever tire of these sighs and moans?

He doesn’t even need to ask because he knows.

Never.

[stray-tickles]

Too Easy

It was far too easy to just sit on the couch and snuggle up at Martin. Too easy for Jon’s taste, at least. He’d always been clingy, and it had always been inconvenient for him. Jon knew he was prickly, bony, awkward and all around not prime cuddling material. He was just grateful that Martin hadn’t mentioned just how clingy he was yet.

Well, grateful for that and that Martin seemed to be as happy with this as he was. Jon’s head on his shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around him with his hand buried in Jon’s hair, gently running the strands though his fingers in a way that made him feel like he was melting.

“Okay?” Martin murmured, his voice breaking the quiet chatter of the TV.

“Mmm.” Jon hummed, eyes closed.

Martin’s smile widened. God, Jon was such an adorable, lovely mess. He tried to imagine explaining this exact situation to himself when he had first realised his feelings for Jon might be more than a crush. Explaining that no, Jon actually wanted to be cuddled up with him on the couch, and yes, his hair was exactly as dry and tangled as it looked and it was very nice to run his hands through it, that the look of peace and contentment on his face was heartbreakingly beautiful, and that even the feeling of Jon’s slow breathing against him made Martin’s chest ache.

Oh God, he wasn’t tearing up because his boyfriend had fallen asleep against him, was he? Martin blinked away the errant wetness to his eye, laughing silently at himself. He had always been a hopeless romantic. But who could blame him now? He knew that Jon didn’t think he was a catch, but the harried researcher look had always suited him, in a way that was only amplified by his often prickly and perpetually tired mood. Martin couldn’t count the number of times he’d felt the overwhelming urge to just wrap Jon up in a thick blanket and force-feed him tea. He was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one, too.

Speaking of tea, he would really like a cup right about now. Martin glanced at the messy, adorable man still attached to his side and smiled. “Jon?” He whispered, “I thought I’d make some tea.” When there was no immediate response, Martin squeezed his side gently, just in case he’d dropped off to sleep.

Jon jolted awake and shot away as if his hand had been red hot, a noise escaping him that Martin could not quite define. They stared at each other for a long moment, from opposite ends of the couch.

Martin cocked his head, confused. “Jon, are you-”

“I’m not ticklish!” Jon snapped, going red as he realised his mistake and Martin started to grin. “I mean, I- uh…”

It was all Martin could do not to laugh out loud. “Jon?” He prompted, refusing to help him out of the hole he’d dug himself.

Jon swallowed and pushed himself further away, not that there was much further he could go on the sofa. “No.” He could already feel the nervous laughter bubbling up in his stomach just from the look on Martin’s face. That smug, bottled grin and the mischief in his eyes, why did Martin only gain confidence when it was inconvenient for him?

Martin only continued to grin. This was all way too cute. “I was going to make some tea?” He said, “If you want?”

“Oh, um… yes, please.” Jon muttered, not making much effort to hide his confusion. As Martin bustled around the kitchen, setting the kettle to boil and preparing their mugs, Jon couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Because Martin had gotten up, of course. There was no other reason to be disappointed.

With his back turned to Jon, Martin bit his lip to keep from laughing. The smile was starting to make his cheeks ache, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He’d seen the wide-eyed puppy dog look Jon had given him when he moved towards the kitchen and it was impossibly endearing.

Also, Jon was definitely ticklish and that was frankly the most amazing thing he’d discovered in his entire life. Saying something, for someone who worked in an archive that studied the supernatural.

The kettle clicked and Martin schooled his face into something a little less delighted, returning to the sofa with two steaming cups. Jon continued to eye him warily from the opposite arm, but Martin placed the two cups side by side on the table in front of himself and gave Jon his most innocent, polite smile.

Jon swallowed. This felt like a trap. It looked like a trap. There was very little evidence that this was anything but a trap. But… well, what else was he going to do? Bolt from the building and never get within arm’s reach of Martin again?

No, that would be… silly.

Martin stifled a laugh when Jon started cautiously moving closer to him, pausing to glare when he heard. He looked like a spooked cat, waiting to see if Martin was going to pounce. So, of course, Martin didn’t. He instead took his tea in both hands and leaned back on the sofa with a sigh, barely looking at Jon. As with a spooked cat, Martin reflected with amusement, he’d have to wait for Jon to come to him.

Once it was within reach, Jon’s hands shot out to grab the cup of tea, but he didn’t move away from Martin’s side. It was fine. Everything was probably fine. Martin wouldn’t attack him while he had tea in his hands, for risk of it spilling and wasting perfectly good tea. He curled his legs up to his chest, coiled as tightly as a spring.

Martin snuffled a laugh and wrapped his free arm around Jon’s shoulders. “Oh relax.” He chided, pressing a kiss to Jon’s cheek.

Despite himself, Jon listened and felt the tension in his body ease. It was okay, really. The only person who’d really tickled him before was Georgie, and he’d never truly hated it. Sometimes it was even kind of nice.

It wasn’t like Jon had many opportunities to laugh.

As they drank their tea together, murmuring pointless conversation, Jon felt himself relax against Martin, let his defensive position drop and his contented smile grow. It was okay. Martin was here with him, and that made everything better.

A short while after they had both drained their cups of tea and put them down, Martin grinned. “So,” He said, clear amusement in his voice, “You’re not ticklish.”

Jon twitched at the question. “I- no.” He said, feeling himself starting to flush and knowing Martin would notice. Not that it mattered.

Martin hummed thoughtfully. “Any particular reason you brought it up? Not really typical small talk.”

Jon scoffed, “Since when have I been good at small talk?”

“Fair point.” Martin said warmly and then, before Jon could stop him, wriggled his fingers into his side.

Jon yelped out a laugh and flopped away from the attack, falling backwards onto the couch. Martin was looking down at him, grinning, and Jon knew he was too, a twitchy, nervous smile, but a smile, nonetheless. “Martin…”

“Jon.”

God, that look in his eye alone was enough to make Jon cower further back. “Martin, let me explain-”

His attempt to speak was interrupted when Martin’s hands struck again, this time gently kneading at his stomach, immediately sending Jon into a fit of helpless cackling, throwing his head back and weakly grabbing at Martin’s wrists.

Martin beamed. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard Jon laugh at all, and if he had, certainly never like this. “Explain?” He teased. “Explain why you lied to me?”

“I’m sohohohohorry!” Jon tried to say between his increasingly hysterical laughter, turning onto his side in his squirming.

“You are so cute.” Martin cooed, now pinching up and down his side and ribs.

Jon was quite sure he was going to lose his mind then and there. It was too much, completely unbearable, especially pairing Martin’s godforsaken teasing with the merciless sensations forcing embarrassingly high-pitched giggles from his mouth. “P-plehehehehease!”

“Please what?” Martin said, reaching back to squeeze at one of Jon’s knees and eliciting a bark of laughter, along with some wild kicking.

“Plehease, Martin, pleahahase!” Jon laughed, kicking and shoving, but he wasn’t sure what he was really asking for. Mercy, undoubtably, he knew he was more ticklish than most, and Martin was driving him mad with all his teasing and smiling and his hands, but…

Well. Jon wasn’t entirely sure whether he actually wanted it to stop.

Martin chuckled along with him when he raised his hands to flutter and scratch his fingers around Jon’s neck and ears, getting some incredibly endearing snorts and much shaking of his head. He felt like he was falling in love all over again, with how Jon’s eyes were scrunched closed, glasses skewed with a wide toothy smile, his hair splayed out behind him, his giggle.

Jon slapped weakly at his hands, his laughter getting considerably more breathless, and Martin’s eyes narrowed slightly. Huh.

Martin let up, still laughing a little himself. “Sorry.” He said, though he wasn’t sorry in the slightest. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He waited for Jon to tell him off, albeit not as harshly as he’d used to, but no rebuke came. Martin frowned and looked to where Jon was still half lying on the couch, and the look on his face made Martin feel a little bit like he’d been punched in the chest.

He was still smiling, a wide, giddy grin that seemed to take up his entire face, flushed with laughter, his eyes glimmering. The shake of his chest belied silent residual giggles, and Martin couldn’t help but lean down to kiss him, to taste that smile and laughter.

Jon continued to smile into the kiss, wrapping one hand around Martin’s neck to deepen it, which admittedly did nothing to help him catch his breath. By the time they broke apart, Martin’s eyes had a knowing glint to them, and after a moment to breathe, Jon asked, “What?”

Martin looked away, then quickly back. “I get the feeling you like this.”

Jon’s smile dropped immediately and his flush intensified tenfold. “No, I- uh, I mean, it’s not… you-”

Oh God, his stammering was almost as cute as his giggles. Martin could barely believe it. Jon ‘stoic professional’ Sims was not only adorably ticklish, but also broke down into wide-eyed stuttering when Martin made the incredibly obvious observation that he liked it. “Oh, come off it.” Martin scolded, tweaking his ribs to elicit another laugh and squirm. “I know you’re not strong, but even you could put up more of a fight than that.”

“Uh- wehehell-”

Martin pressed a kiss to his neck, quickly followed by a raspberry that had Jon squealing and kicking his feet. “Plus, I never heard you say ‘stop’.” He continued when he let up and Jon panted for air. “There was ‘please Martin!’ and ‘I’m so sorry Martin’, but I didn’t catch a single ‘stop.’”

Jon wasn’t sure his face had ever felt this hot in his entire life. “I-I- no, uh, Martin…”

Yeah, Martin’s heart was aching from how much he loved this man. His awkward, stuffy boyfriend. He pursed his lips for a moment in thought, and decided he’d been mean enough for one day. “Tell you what.” Martin said, ghosting his fingers up and down Jon’s sides, drinking in his lazy giggles. “Tell me you don’t like this, and I’ll stop right now.”

Jon was going to die. He was going to die right here on this sofa tangled up with his cruel and unjust boyfriend. The only thing he could find it in himself to do was lay there and laugh, yelping when Martin’s too-soft fingers wiggled into the spaces between his ribs, knowing that he could make it stop at any time, but also knowing that he wouldn’t. He could feel Martin’s smile, even with his eyes squeezed shut, and his face burned. He hated this. He loved this.

Martin pressed a series of kisses to Jon’s neck and cheeks, delighting in his twitches each time. “I love you.” He murmured against his skin.

Jon’s hands seized his wrists with surprising force, so Martin let up on his assault. As Jon got his laughter under control, he opened his eyes and said, “I love you too.”

Martin pulled back, giving him enough space to sit up. “You know, it’s okay to like things.”

Jon eyed him wearily, scanning his voice for any trace of sarcasm or, heaven forbid, teasing. He found none. “I-I know.” He muttered, sitting up and shifting so that he was nestled against Martin’s side, tugging his arm around his shoulders. “That doesn’t mean that it’s… I’m…” He flushed again.

Martin smiled and squeezed him tighter in their embrace. “You’re embarrassed.”

Jon huffed, which was enough of an answer.

“Trust me, I get that.” Martin said ruefully. “I mean I had feelings for you for years, and I’m pretty sure you were the last one to know.”

“Got over it, did you?”

Martin laughed. “Oh yeah, wouldn’t give you the time of day now.”

“Hmm, pity.” Jon hummed, a smile tugging at his lips. “And I was just starting to come around. Don’t suppose I can change your mind?”

“I don’t know.” Martin pretended to think, “I mean I love my boyfriend, but…” He squeezed Jon’s ribs, startling yet another laugh out of him. “You do have a pretty cute smile.”

Jon seized his wrist, the aforementioned smile not fading. “Enough.” He chided fondly. His stomach and face both ached from laughing so much.

“For now?” Martin prompted, delighting in how Jon blushed.

Jon coughed awkwardly. “Yes, yes. For now.”

Martin chuckled, twisting his wrist free so that he could hold Jon’s hand in his, squeezing him tightly with the other arm. It really was too easy to be with him.

[floralseokjin]

final sleigh drabble #2

❛ it’s Christmas day night...❜

original oneshot here // drabble index here

kim seokjin x reader smut  4,179 words 

It was Christmas Day night. You’d spent most of yesterday and today at Ana’s parents’ house. It was different to how your own family celebrated the occasion but lovely, nonetheless. Her family always made you feel welcome, no matter the instance, and you were really grateful that they’d let you spend Christmas with them, like you’d already said, because your parents were spending the holiday season abroad. 

Now, just gone eight, you and Ana were getting out of an Uber outside a familiar house. Seokjin and Yoongi’s. You hadn’t seen your co-worker, since the weekend. The weekend of nonstop sex. You’d only parted because he had a train to catch, promising his mom he’d visit for a few of days before Christmas Eve. The sex had been so good it had taken him a while to remember said plans actually, and when he had, he’d unbelievably tried getting out of them just so he could stay and fuck you even more. 

“You want to ditch your mom to continue getting your dick wet?” You asked him with severe judgment, both of you naked in your bed. It was Sunday morning. Yes, that was correct. He’d stayed over practically 48 hours nailing you over and over again. And then some. 

“Don’t say it like that,” he whined, feeling instantly guilty. “I just don’t want to leave you. I’m having too much fun.” 

“We can still have fun when you get back.” You murmured suggestively, running a hand down his chest. You were not ready to give this all up quite yet… 

With a raised eyebrow, he seemed intrigued. “Even more fun than right now?” 

“We can try.” 

You hadn’t known if it was possible, the weekend had been very fun to say the least, but who knew. You’d definitely give it your all... 

You’d spent the last few days messaging each other sporadically, but there hadn’t been too much conversation. You mean, you’d never talked a lot before the sex, so why would you start after it? But seeing his face right now, as he opened the door, you practically beamed. 

“Merry Christmas, ladies,” he grinned, outstretching his arm to gesture you both to step inside. 

Admittedly, you weren’t expecting him to invite you over tonight. He’d been back since Friday but you hadn’t made plans to meet again yet so when he’d text you this afternoon, asking if you and Ana would like to come hang out with Yoongi and him, you’d been surprised. Excited, yet surprised, but obviously you’d played it cool. 

Ana had been a little reluctant. She had slept with Yoongi a couple of weeks ago after all – and hadn’t seen him since. But, obviously Seokjin had run this idea by him? They’d both decided it together, right? So it was fine. Plus, she needed to support her best friend. If she wanted you to get boned again, she needed to come! You couldn’t turn up on your own. Not that she needed much convincing after the initial unwilling... Secretly you thought she was hoping for a round two with Seokjin’s best friend... Who knew, maybe he was too... 

Ana stepped in first and as you followed Seokjin pulled out a small piece of mistletoe from behind his back. He held it up between you both, taking you by surprise. A good surprise though. “Oh,” you uttered, wasting no time in reacquainting your mouths. 

“He’s been planning this all day.” It was Yoongi’s voice, coming from somewhere ahead of you, but you both ignored him, kissing just a little longer. 

Ana scoffed. “Surely no planning was needed. It’s holding up some mistletoe.” 

“Mmm. I missed you,” Seokjin hummed, breaking away to snake an arm around your middle. 

“I missed you too,” you grinned, aware Seokjin was dialling up the amount of yuck to piss your two friends off. 

“Jesus, you guys.” Yoongi sounded like he was about to be sick. “I preferred it when she hated you.” 

Seokjin turned to the other guy, sounding vaguely annoyed. “She never hated me. It was a misunderstanding.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, man,” Yoongi chuckled. “Ana, let’s leave them to it. I’ll get you a drink.” 

You watched as they walked off together, towards the kitchen. Seokjin was the first to turn back to you, an eyebrow raised. “How much do you wanna bet they end up hooking up again?”

You were both on the same wavelength. It was obvious something was going to happen. “She hogged the entire bathroom getting ready.” 

.

. 

“Have fun, you guys,” Seokjin sang as Yoongi and Ana made a less that inconspicuous exit from the living room. It was three hours later. They’d lasted well, but obviously the need to get in on again had won. 

Seokjin turned to you immediately, sat next to you on the sofa and gave you a wolfish grin. “Finally, we’re alone.” 

You were no sooner in his lap, mouth glued to his. Moving your ass a little as you broke apart for a much needed breath, you felt the familiar impression of his erection. “You’re hard already?” You raised a judgmental eyebrow. 

“Why do you sound so shocked?” He questioned indignantly. “My dick has missed you insanely.” 

“Just your dick?” 

It was a playful remark, you didn’t mean anything by it, but Seokjin lowered his gaze, giving you a small chuckle. Instead of answering he kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way inside your mouth as his hands gripped your ass and rubbed you against his groin. Instant pleasure zapped up your body and it wasn’t long before you were grinding on your own accord, fists clutching his white t-shirt, which you had to admit, outlined his chest perfectly – You’d been trying not to stare all night. 

“Do you want to go upstairs too?” He panted against your neck, teeth nipping the flesh sharply and you bit back a moan. He was already so tuned into what you liked. “I really need to fuck you.” Pulling back to get your answer he saw the look on your face. “What’s that face for?” 

“It’s turning into a sex party,” you moaned. You couldn’t all be having sex upstairs, it seemed... You couldn’t think of the word. 

“An orgy?” Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

“Behave.” You needed more people to turn it into an orgy.

Seokjin’s mouth was back on your neck, kissing down your throat, to your collarbones and he sunk his teeth into the thin skin gently, causing your breath to hitch. “Well, do you wanna fuck down here?” 

His dick was so hard underneath you, you rubbed against it some more, despite your objections. “No! What if one of them catches us?” 

“Don’t be stupid. Yoongi is definitely balls deep by now.” 

You whacked his back and he yelped in surprise. “That’s my best friend you’re talking about.” 

“I didn’t say who or what he was balls deep in.”  His reply didn’t impress you and so he grumbled. “I wish I was balls deep in you right now... Don’t give me that look, it turns me on when you’re pissy.”

Unable to stop your grin, you leaned in. “You must be constantly turned on at work then.” Pressing your lips into his, you bit down on his bottom lip. His hiss soon turned into a moan – and then a whine. 

“Let’s take this upstairs. There’s a bathroom between our bedrooms. It won’t be like our headboards are hitting the wall in rhythm.” 

“Fine.” You couldn’t hold out much longer anyway, and you both made your way upstairs, yelping loudly when Seokjin slapped your ass. You glare didn’t do much to discourage him, laughing loudly as he wrapped his arms around your middle and directed you to the door to his bedroom. 

“At least they’re being considerate and playing music,” he said, the music loud enough to block any other noise going on inside Yoongi’s bedroom... Thank God. 

“I feel like I’m back at college,” you whined as you stepped inside Seokjin’s room. 

“Huh? Did you and Ana make a habit of hooking up at the same time? Hot.” 

You pushed his arm. “No.” Chuckling, he made his way to the bed, sitting on the end, but you were too preoccupied with checking out his room. It was a lot larger than you imagined, walls cream, some covered in artwork. His computer was the main attraction, multiple screens, an unnecessarily large gaming chair and some other things you weren’t familiar with, mainly character figurines. His bed cover was a grey check pattern, a throw draped over the end with a couple of cushions against the headboard. Very clean. 

“Your room’s cute,” you commented. 

“Cute?” 

“Yeah.” Turning to look at him you smiled playfully. “So, I guess this is where you jerk your dick to fantasies of me.” 

He scoffed. “I don’t need to fantasise anymore. I have memories stored away in the wank bank.” Tapping his temple with his index finger he looked more than impressed with himself. 

“Gross!” You cried. 

“Come here,” he groaned, fed up with stalling, and he leaned over and grabbed you, causing you to squeal. “Or are you just planning on being a cocktease the whole night?” The sound wasn’t like you – but Seokjin had become good at making you act in ways you weren’t used to so far... 

Which is why you found yourself on your knees for him, sucking his dick, his jeans and underwear around his ankles. “Your mouth is fucking magic,” he grunted, head falling back, his perfect, thick neck on show as you glanced up. You felt the urge to take him deeper, pushing him closer and closer to the back of your throat, ignoring any noises of reluctance it made. 

“Fuck.” Seokjin choked, his fingers running through your hair to collect it in his fists. “That’s it. Take it all.” He pushed his hips up, stuffing your mouth for a few gloriously unbearable seconds before easing up. You lifted off, half of his dick still in your mouth as you caught your breath. He looked down at you with half-lidded eyes that seemed to eat you up. “Do you like choking on my cock?” 

Nope. He was not doing this. It was infuriating what his words did to you, and you immediately swallowed him again, ignoring the way your underwear stuck to your damp skin. He was going to have a field day when he felt you... 

Gasping for air not soon after, you had no choice but to pull off him entirely, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You were drenched in spit, so was his cock. You watched him kick off his clothing, naked from the waist down and you made moves to follow, reaching for your shirt and pulling it over your head. 

“Let me see those tits. I’ve missed them.” He murmured, and you complied, unhooking your bra to reveal yourself to him. His eyes instantly glazed over.  Confidently, you cupped the soft flesh in your palms, massaging yourself, putting on a show, and as your thumbs brushed the hardened peaks that were your nipples he practically growled. “Oh, fuck. You want to end me.” 

Laughing, you stood up, pushing your skirt off your hips, leaving you in just your tights and panties. He followed with his t-shirt, now fully naked. You’d never get enough of his body. “Come up here,” he whined. “Let me taste them.” 

Sat in his lap, you let him grope you, his mouth making out with your chest like it could kiss back. The sensation was so intense you quickly became weak at the knees and you clung to his neck, grinding against his thighs like nobody’s business. Unable to take it any longer, his hands slipped behind you, into your underwear, and he felt the silky fabric with a groan. Soon enough he was wrestling with your pantyhose again. 

“These fucking things. What the fuck. You’re doing it on purpose now.” 

“Am not,” you insisted. (Maybe you were). “I need to keep my legs warm.” With a furious tug you heard a rip and looking down you saw his damage. “Seokjin! You laddered them!” 

“Ugh. Just get them fucking off already, I need to feel you.” 

Asshole, but wet and desperate you quickly pulled then off, giving Seokjin a great view of your ass in the process. The underwear you had on had a cut-out at the top of your ass, revealing a “cleavage” of sorts. He seemed to appreciate the sight very much, giving you a playful smack and now you were very confused. Was he an ass man like you’d originally thought, or a tits guy? He was probably both. Greedy. 

You slipped the panties off too, settling back down in Seokjin’s lap, who instantly started running his fingers over your heat. You pulsed against him, desperate for some stimulation. 

“I swear to God you get wet so easily.” 

Says the guy who’d grown hard from a kiss? Okay... “Are you complaining?”

He shook his head. “Not at all. It’s stroking my ego.” 

“Your massive ego.” 

“Behave, or I won’t fuck you with my massive dick.” Okay, now he was just bragging. His smirk was annoying you. He looked way too sexy. 

You were expecting him to finger you for a bit, make sure you were stretched out enough for him, but all he did was dip his fingertips into your entrance, content with what he’d felt and then he was shuffling out from under your body to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. 

“God. I want to fuck you so much,” he muttered a few moments later, sliding the latex over his length as you securely sat on top of him again. You kissed him sloppily, letting him angle the head of his cock against your entrance. Impatiently, you pushed down, surprising yourself – and him – when you took him whole. 

You sat there, both breathing heavily as you started to adjust to him, walls clamping down like no tomorrow, which must have been torture for Seokjin, if his expression was anything to go by. 

“Shit. You got tighter,” he panted, reaching for your mouth again, trying to calm himself with kisses. You attempted to do the same, beginning to slowly grind back and forth, getting used to the full feeling. It wasn’t painful, just a little uncomfortable, but you were no longer scared of his monster cock. You’d had a fair few goes last weekend and you were now a near enough pro, so without further ado, you started moving for real. Up, until he was almost out of you and then down, slamming into him. You just about knocked the air out of Seokjin’s lungs, but he soon steeled himself, grabbing the tops of your thighs to keep you safe as you started bouncing up and down, riding his dick like it was the easiest thing in the world. In this moment, it was. 

Seokjin started groaning pretty quickly, his jaw clenched as he watched your every movement, his chest and neck patched with red. You clung to his shoulders, anchoring yourself to him as you flung yourself back. 

“Shit. Y/N!” He panicked, hands coming out to hold your lower back, afraid you were going to fall backwards off the bed. You were still sat on the edge after all, but of course he was strong enough to hold you tight, letting you lean back as far as possible to fuck yourself along his cock, the squelchy, sticky noise music to his ears. 

“Mmm. I missed this cunt so much,” he moaned. 

You wanted to tell him he was being a big baby, it had only been a few days but his vulgar words were having the desired effect on you yet again. You were like putty in his hands, especially when he started thrusting into you, meeting your movements with a thud. “I want you to cum on my dick.” 

Fuck. You were so close, his words only helping, but by now you were getting tired; out of breath and sweaty. “Seokjin—!” You moaned, voice breaking at the second syllable, and you leaned forward, collapsing into his chest. 

“Take it easy,” he murmured, hands dragging up your sweaty back. “Want me to take over?”

You grinned drunkenly. “No way, I’m enjoying myself too much.” 

Seokjin chuckled, pressing his mouth into yours. “Make yourself cum.” He whispered against you, thrusting into you still as he grabbed your ass, digging his fingers into the flesh. “You can do it, Y/N. Grind on me like you mean it. Grind all over me.” 

You listened, rutting into each one of his thrusts, holding on for dear life as your sensitive clit rubbed against his groin. You were both so sweaty and hot, your fingers sliding down his back, unable to grip on until you dug your nails into the skin. He hissed, thrusting into you harder. It seemed like Seokjin liked a little pain, too... 

“Baby, go a little faster,” he panted, kissing your neck, and you sped up, grinding into him messily, chasing your high like something possessed. You were so turned on, so sensitive, it only took a couple more minutes, a strangled cry leaving you as you tensed in his arms, your orgasm rocketing up your body.  “Ngh, fuck. Fuck.” 

Seokjin stopped his thrusts, letting you gradually come down, and soon enough your body relaxed, almost turning into goo as the pleasure warmed its way all throughout you. You lifted your head up, staring Seokjin straight in the eyes, both of you panting like crazy, and without a word he lifted you, flipping you over, your back to his mattress before he crawled over you. He wasn’t done yet – and neither were you. 

As he pushed inside you again, his hand found its way around your throat and he looked down at you carefully. “Is this okay?” 

You nodded, voice hoarse as you replied. “Yeah.” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked or done this – last weekend had been a lot, you still weren’t over it, and right now you were still so horny and desperate for him. You also really liked the feeling of his grip around your neck as he fucked you. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling him start to thrust harder, faster, his palm tightening around your neck a little. You folded your legs at the knees and widened them, wanting him as deep as possible. 

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, kissing your mouth in a frenzy, all tongue and teeth. His whole body was pressed into yours, pushing you into the mattress, his pelvis beginning to rub against your mound. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm, but you could already feel yourself a little needy for another. If he kept this up he’d have you coming again, and he knew by the way you started to meet each one of his thrusts, moans starting to slip from your throat – louder and louder. You hoped Yoongi still had his music on... 

“S-seokjin,” you stammered, hands sprawled across his back as you felt that familiar sensation again. “I’m going to–ngh–”

He moaned in reply, pushing into your harder, using his pelvis to get you off, and you held your breath, willing your orgasm to come. Your walls clenched around him, making it harder and harder for him to drag his cock inside of you, but he fought it, continuing with gritted teeth until he heard you cry out, your body stiffening under his. 

It wasn’t as strong as your last orgasm, but seemed to knock you for six, heady dizzy as you felt Seokjin kiss down your chest, slipping out of you carefully. His tongue circled one of your nipples, his hand cupping the other breast as he groaned softly. His erection bobbed against your inner thigh. 

“Coming on my cock twice. You’re amazing.” He awed, lifting his head up to smile at you. He sounded drunk. You felt drunk. 

“Well, I do try.” You joked, voice soft. 

He chuckled, and then his voice grew serious, eyes large and black, still very much turned on. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.” 

It was pretty obvious, his dick burning a hole against your leg. “Your cum.” 

His eyes widened, obviously not expecting you to be so upfront, and you took great pleasure in that. 

“Where?” He whispered. He didn’t bother to wait for your reply. “Mouth? Can I come in your mouth,” he asked. 

Your stomach dipped with urgent need, and you nodded your head rapidly. “Yeah.” 

He sat up instantly, moving to kneel over your face. He tugged the condom off, jerking himself off a couple of times before his eyes met yours. “Tongue out.” You obeyed, keeping your eyes open as the weight of his cock pressed against your tongue. “Good girl.” 

Okay, that was new. He hadn’t called you that last week, and instantly you felt your gut squeeze. You sucked the tip of his cock, eager now for him to cum in your mouth. As you did so, he started jerking himself off, eyes fluttering closed as his head lolled back, Adam’s apple bobbing slowly. His movements grew quicker, matching his breathing and then he hissed, body tensing up. 

“Fuckkk.” A couple of drops of cum landed against your tongue and you swallowed them, ready for more. You sucked him for all he was worth, your gaze never leaving his face, and even once he was done, you kept on lapping him with your tongue, digging the tip across the slit. 

He shuddered, making a strained noise and he pulled back, his cock falling out of your mouth. “Shit. I’m sensitive,” he laughed, collapsing next to you. You were both out of breath and sweaty, but wholeheartedly satisfied. 

“That’s gotta be the best yet?” You asked, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I think you may be right.” He agreed, pushing his hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead. You wanted to reach over and kiss him, but you stopped yourself. “You were riding dick like a pornstar.” 

“Shut up,” you whined, pushing his shoulder. How embarrassing. 

Laughing at your reaction, he sat up, propping himself up with his elbow. “If you want the bathroom I have one over there.” 

You followed his thumb to a door on the right of his room. “An en suite? Very fancy.” 

Seokjin shrugged. “Yoongi has the main bathroom, so.” You didn’t move, tired more than anything, peeing could probably wait. Seokjin’s brows furrowed together. “Are you okay though?” 

“Of course,” you laughed. “I feel fricking amazing. I’ll be sad once this ends.” 

As soon as you said the words you felt funny. Seokjin looked surprised, voice low with... what was it, concern? “Who says it has to end? Do you want it to?” 

“...No,” you answered after a pause. 

Truthfully you didn’t want it to end just yet, you were enjoying yourself, you were just unsure of what was happening between the two of you... You’d  both confessed something back at the office last week but you were still uncertain what exactly it was. What had you been expecting? To fuck once and then that would be it? You liked having sex with Seokjin, it was fun, and you liked his company (most of the time). You liked him. He liked you. Maybe you didn’t need to put an expiry date on this thing. It was fine to see where it went. You didn’t need to turn it into a big deal. You didn’t need an outright answer for everything. It was fine to just live in the moment. 

“I don’t either,” Seokjin smiled, looking mildly relieved by your answer. 

“I just... when work starts back we won’t have much time to meet up like this.” 

“I’ll make time, trust me.” He kissed you then, hovering over you, lips warm and soft, a far cry from earlier, and the thought made you giggle. 

“What?” He asked bemused. 

“You know, you turn pretty demanding when you get horny.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Like, bossy and all, I don’t know, domineering.” You shrugged, feeling a little awkward. “It’s hot.” 

He smiled, chuckling softly as he kissed you again, a hand cupping your face. “It’s not too much?” He murmured. 

He didn’t sound surprised by your revelation so something told you he was aware of how he acted. Which made it even hotter, to be honest. 

“I like it.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip. 

Eyes darkening, he hummed, his gaze running down your body. “So how about I tell you to spread those gorgeous legs so I can eat dessert?” 

You repressed the urge to laugh out loud. Dessert?! He was such an idiot. “Right now?”

“Yes. Right now.” Then he paused, rubbing his nose against yours, his tone softening. “Yeah?”

With a massive grin, you spread your legs. “Be my guest.” 

A third orgasm? You weren’t going to turn that down. 

 Written 2020 - 2021.  Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[godofsexdrugsandrocknroll]

Ruby giving her boyfriend Jaune the best lapdance and blowjob of his life

Ruby, Jaune decided, did not have the biggest tits out there. They were at best a modest B-cup, perky and easily dwarfed with one of his hands and capped with rosy pink nipples that were sized almost perfectly to each tear dropped shaped breast.

That being said, when they were presented to him as they were now, right before his face and continuously being pressed towards his mouth, pointed tips tracing a line across his lips or pulled back as Ruby arched away from him, strained against her lithely muscled form? It was a fresh reminder that a girl didn’t need an enormous pair to be the hottest thing in the world.

“Fuck, Ruby,” he managed to groan out as her hand was clasped on the back of his neck. Ruby herself with her head back, her face out of sight with her chest pushed forward but maddeningly out of reach. She was all but on his lap, her bare thighs over his own and her rear between his spread legs. Where Jaune wore only a pair of dark green boxer briefs, Ruby wore a pair of silk panties the color of wine, with a small black bow over her crotch.

Jaune quickly lost sight of the flat abdominals and the way the silk clung to her groin, pale skin meeting the expensive panties as she leaned forward, thighs leaving his as she stood a bit with her shoulders slowly rising and falling and her silver eyes locked on his face, his lips. Her pupils were blown with obvious lust and her red tipped inky black hair was a sexy disarray as her small mouth with her full lips curved into a smile and just as Jaune caught the faint smell of a flowery fragrance, Ruby’s smile turned to a smirk.

“Mmm, good boys get rewards, Jaune,” was all she muttered, nearly lost amongst the thumping bass of the R&B playlist Ruby chose for the occasion. Jaune leaned forward eagerly and almost groaned when Ruby moved. The desire to do so was lost however as Ruby’s left thigh brushed against his bare chest and before Jaune knew what was happening, the little reaper’s not-so-little ass was suddenly on his lap.

Jauned gaped at the sight, wine colored silk stretching across a behind that was perfectly shaped on Ruby’s slight but no less curvy hips. Where one of Jaune’s very few ex’s had a slight, almost boyish curve to her hips - like the curve of a tall, thin vase - Ruby’s looked hand drawn for a comic book heroine, starting at a petite waist and then blowing out into a small hourglass. Ruby’s ass might not have been huge (yet, he thought) it sat high and tight on firm, powerful thighs and more than anything else, jutted out to the point where even standing straight up it looked as if Ruby was purposely sticking it out.

Combined with her level of fitness and the pale booty looked carved from stone, full and each meaty cheek sharply defined. The only part of Ruby’s curves that Jaune couldn’t quite cover with a hand, the only part that would squish so delightfully between his fingers. Right now the silk rode up in the space between her cheeks, pale flesh peeking out as Ruby’s hips undulated forward, Ruby gazing back at him with a look that almost seemed entirely absent of complex thought before her hands left the armrests of the chair and she leaned forward, her ass now flush against his abs, Jaune moaning at the absolute heat of Ruby’s cunt that now was pressed to his hardened, trapped cock.

The next few minutes were pure torture, especially as the song went from the slower, bassier twenty year old hit to something bouncier. Ruby went from grounding her crotch into his, little moans escaping her and then sitting up straight, moving her hips in circles with his cock trapped between her cheeks and looking down at him as he looked back at her in obvious need. She bounced slightly as if riding him with his dick throbbing at every bit of contact.

She all but sat on him, his abs feeling the first spurt of hot precum as Ruby’s plump cheeks trapped him, the space between them a perfect channel to fit his prick and leaned over her shoulder, pressing her lips against his but pulling back and before he could even think to chase her lips with his own, covered his mouth and dominated the entire exchange before suddenly leaning so far forward that all Jaune could see was the faint shape of her spine and his girlfriends bottom, her panties pulled so far into her crack that there was more pale, unblemished ass meat than there was silk.

She twirled her hips slightly before pulled up, arching her back and rubbing along his length as Jaune hissed at the rough feeling of his briefs scraping against his sensitive, hot cockflesh and then stepped forward, leaving him wishing for it as Ruby ran the soft firmness of her behind up his abs, down slowly before stopping.

Popping her hips to a tighter, jumpier beat and lifting a single, small and bare foot and placing it on his knee before briefly sashaying back and forth, hands running up her body, clearly cupping breasts he could no longer see and smoothly moving down her stomach. Jaune could only stare at the groove line in her back, the way her silk panties rode up and how her hips shifted minutely before she was back on both feet and pushing his legs apart with a soft kick and sitting between them and squirming against his form, the mounds of meat that made up her butt gently pressed against a pair of fat, loaded balls and his cock, harder than he felt it ever had been before and making such little moves that Jaune felt every jolt of pleasure acutely.

Then the song shifted into something closer to rap than R&B, Ruby had smothered his groin in between her twin bubbles, stood so he could admire the sight briefly and making each cheek pop up, then down with her hands on her head and making equal display of her legs - it finally happened. Ruby’s hands left the top of her head, traveled down her body before reaching her panties and in a move that was unequivocally female, slipped her panties off right as she bent forward.

Her ass going from standing to bent over, two full and plump pale moons presented to Jaune, whose breath had hitched in his throat, barely aware of the slightest of jiggles as Ruby stepped out of her panties as all he could suddenly see was his girlfriends ass, her dark pink anus as her cheeks separated beneath his hands, Jaune groaning with desire as he played with the pliable cheeks, forcing them apart when the fine muscle of his girlfriend demanded they meet in the middle. It was too short as despite a throaty sound, Ruby turned around.

Before Jaune could do more than stare at the entirely bare mound above a small, glistening slit of irresistable pink, at how her thighs were full enough to whisper off of each other Ruby was suddenly on her knees and pulling his briefs down with her fingers for only a split second, before her pearly white teeth took the center of the elastic and Jaune stared, wide eyed and lifting his rear as Ruby removed them entirely before snapping her head to the side and tossing them away.

“H-holy shit, Rubes, what’s gotten into you Toooohhhooooo-FUCK!”

Jaune’s head snapped back as Ruby had simply locked eyes with him, wrapped his cock in her soft hand and then proceeded to, with a harsh GLURK! of a noise, swallow 6 and a half inches of cock in one swift movement.

“Shit, b-brothers, Ruby, that’s--” he gasped, the entirety of his dick inside his usually cute girlfriends hot, moist hole. There was nothing cute about Ruby now though, no, as far as Jaune was considered as she twisted her head back and forth with saliva rapidly coating his throbbing manhood, Ruby was smoking fucking hot. His hand went to her hair, which she batted away and almost in the same movement her head pulled back until only his fat crown was in her mouth, the more thick-than-long shaft glistening slightly.

Then down, the entire way until he felt the faint kiss of her lips on his groin, his sack. Ruby took him in at what looked like an easy, sedate pace even as Jaune wiggled in his seat, gasping again and muttering curses as he looked down at a pair of smug, silver eyes that burned their gaze onto him and then Jaune grunted, shouting again as Ruby had less than half of him in her mouth, but her small hand massaged the wet skin of his cock until Jaune moaned out and when he did, she was no longer suckling at his mushroomhead, the upper half of his shaft, but repeatedly pushing her tongue on his sensitive dick rather than leaving it still.

Jaune’s grip on the armrests grew tighter and for several seconds, he closed his eyes trying to stave off the inevitable deluge of jizz he was going to fire into the fiend sucking, licking and fondling at his manhood before the fiend herself moaned and he jerked, hard, in the chair and his eyes shot open. At this point Ruby only had the head of his meat in her mouth, but between her pursed lips teasing at the crown and the tongue that was writhing, twisting against his helmet polishing it with spit and her hand keeping a steady pace, he knew he wasn’t going to last.

Jaune had received blowjobs before. From the skinny ex back home who’d happily slapped her cheek with his dick, a dark brown eye staring up at him as he erupted, painting the left side of her somewhat longish face in pure white and covering her eye with a thick, gooey strand while her cheek was all but covered in a puddle of semen. To another girl from the village, who’d moved mechanically but still brought him off due to the intense look in her hazel eyes, his jizz painting her thighs, the hem of her jean shorts.

And the only other blowjob he’d ever received a few months before he and Ruby had become official, from a girl with auburn hair, freckles and brownish-orange eyes who’d pulled back and covered his tip with her palm and he’d oozed out of her palm, gasping at the sudden change in sensation.

Despite only dating for a while now, Ruby was better. Much better. And this blowjob in particular was beyond anything Jaune had ever imagined. Ruby more than content to constantly push the boundaries as she suddenly swallowed him whole and pulled back equally quick about nine times before pulling back, kissing his fat head and a small, reddish-pink tongue peaked out to lash spit over his slit and then kissed the sensitive spot with pursed lips several times in quick succession. Jaune groaned, his body rigid as his breathing grew faster.

“Look at me,” and Jaune did, the low and breathy tone demanding his attention as Ruby’s lips glided down one side of his shaft as her palm - all that was pressed against him - moved along the other side. Ruby’s lips met the end of his length.

“Dammit, Ruby, dammit!” She was kissing the base of the right side of his shaft, her tongue suddenly shooting out to lick the undercarriage, traveling along his balls and his testicle jolted and Ruby murmured something incomprehensible and Jaune couldn’t help it. He reached out and cupped the back of her head as his right nut was in her mouth to no complaint, his ball pulled from its twin in a lewd liplock and her tongue resting there, warm saliva staining the hairless skin.

If you’d asked him seven months ago if he’d ever shave his pubes, his balls, Jaune would have laughed. As Ruby ‘mmm’d’ around his ball, Jaune knew no matter what life threw at him from now on he was going to be soft and smooth down there for the rest of his life.

“PWUAH!!” Jaune almost whimpered as one of his sperm factories left Ruby’s mouth and then did whimper as she kissed it, twice, before kissing the underside of his shaft and her lips pressed the spit and pre-slicked head against his abs. Her palm covered his cockhead suddenly as her lips ghosted against him and with a sound that would’ve made him laugh any other time (‘AHMMM!’), felt his fingers clench slightly at Ruby’s short hair and his eyes rolled back as Ruby paid his remaining testicle attention, capturing it briefly and barely moved her tongue as she coated it.

“Oh my gods, yes, ye-es” was all he managed, voice cracking and all, as Ruby pressed her nose against his shaft as she kissed each ball, his sack and then opened her mouth slightly, lips not quite covering the bottom of the shaft but pulling her head up, her tongue leaving a line of spit before his cock was back in her mouth.

The hand on his balls cupped him, fondled him lightly as Ruby suddenly bobbed  forward far faster, to the point where Jaune saw less Ruby Rose his girlfriend and more Ruby Rose, a cock hungry vacuum that resembled more a porn star than anything else with her messy, but immaculate cocksucking. Jaune tried to hold it off, the past ten minutes of his life far exceeded anything that came before it, but Ruby’s tight seal around his dick and how she somehow managed to control her tongue at the same time, pressing tightly against his smooth shaft. She bobbed up and down, only occasionally making eye contact as she focused on pleasuring him and Jaune could feel it, his orgasm creeping up on him as he breathed quickly.

There was a slick popping noise and her hand, which had gradually increased in speed, was making nasty sounds as flesh-on-spit-soaked-flesh occurred in the form of a handjob, Ruby making sure to bring either side of her palm up and down his cockhead as she breathed.

“Fuck, your balls feel so full, baby,” she muttered and Jaune choked silently as her other palm caressed him. Her eyes were on him then even as her hand was bordering on a blur.

“So, so fucking full,” louder this time, “and I bet they really, really wanna shoot their big, yummy loads all over this slut’s pretty little face. Don’t--”

Jaune really didn’t hear what else Ruby said even if he could figure it was something insanely hot. The single best blowjob he’d ever received was one thing, but Ruby calling herself a slut? When she was normally just hot, hot sounds and maybe a word or two?

Between that, the eyes focused on him and how close his tip was to those cock worshiping lips in spite of the furious jacking off he was getting, as Ruby herself was talking? Jaune exploded, his breath whooshing out of him and he gasped even as he stared with unblinking eyes at a massive streak of white that went from Ruby’s upper lip to above her right eyebrow, a fat glob of jizz touching her hairline.

The second streaked across her nose and she reacted with wide eyes, a bit of the third splatting against her plump lower lip before Jaune let out a strangled sound as the heat of her wet mouth overtook him, his blood rushing in his ears and drowning out all other sound. He might’ve cursed as Ruby moved her tongue beneath his cock, but he couldn’t tell. His eyes closed to Ruby’s eyes on him, unwillingly, as he produced more cum than he ever had in his young life, unloading in his girlfriends mouth even as she just. Didn’t. Stop.

She swallowed and swallowed, then she coughed and Jaune felt relief, finally, as the massive load finally ended by painting her cheek, across her nose and then plopped heartily onto her right eye again, the silver orb closing as she coughed slightly.

Jaune sat for what felt like minutes then, dick remaining at half mast despite the intensity of his cumshot and Ruby smirked back up at him. She lost the hungry, slutty, the so-hot-she-had-to-be-a-demon-from-hell look somewhat because of it but there was something equally appealing about the almost impish look on her cum splattered features.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replied and Jaune laughed. It was brief as he felt his heart rate finally lower itself and he was still breathing somewhat heavily, but it had the right effect. Ruby smirked again, looking proud of herself and then she hummed. And smooched his shiny cockhead, licked it and Jaune felt a spike of what could only be described as painful pleasure shoot up his dick, the process happening again as with an all too innocent sound (‘aaaa~aaaah!’) the flat of her tongue slipped upwards on his cockhead and then as her tongue disappeared back into her mouth, kissed him again.

“Fff-fugh, FUCK!”

“Oops. Too much?”

Jaune shuddered, noticing Ruby as she was finally sitting straight up before him. Jaune took in the sight, at how her tits sat perfectly on her chest and that Ruby was on her knees, which were close together, and likely sitting on her haunches.

He almost regretted not being able to see the amazing sight of Ruby’s perfectly round ass cheeks parked on her heels since her ass never failed to look good enough to eat in that position, before the he exhaled and sunk into his seat as exhaustion settled in. He had no idea what the deal was with Ruby today but the lapdance had not been the beginning of his raging boner, but the end. The fact that he didn’t blow his load while being teased with the ‘Rubooty’ as he usually referred to it as, was a miracle.

He almost laughed at himself. Trade a blowjob that mindblowing for a hot pose? He shook his head and noticed Ruby staring him in the eye, a heavy dollop of Arc spunk on her finger which she proceeded to lick up with an appreciative sound. His cock briefly twitched but he was tapped out.

“What’s gotten in to you today?”

“Weeell...” she trailed off suggestively, looking pointedly at his soft and sensitive dick, the still shiny but drying helmet. Then she shrugged. “That’s for me to know and you,” leaning forward, giving his cock a sniff before looking at him through her lashes, “to wonder all night about.”

“Rubes...”

“Pffff, c’mon vomit boy,” she offered teasingly, “it’s nothing big. Just...proving a point.”

An eyebrow rose. “Huh?”

Well that was smooth, Jaune thought to himself even as Ruby spoke.

“Proving a point, staking my claim, announcing my superiority over Mt. Arc itself, proving Ruby Rose is the best at everything, showing my boyfriend how much I love him, markingmyterritoryfromwaytoobustyMistralians, sucking my man a fat one, what’s it matter?”

Jaune blinked. “What was that last one?”

“Sucking you a fat one! It’s slang!” was her all too perky reply.

“No, the other one.”

“That I love you and the best way of showing that love was getting nasty on your man meat?”

“I-I...nevermind,” he muttered, not really caring. Of course he was curious, he was pretty certain he’d heard something about ‘marking’ and ‘aliens’ but she spoke too quickly and the world was still kind of fuzzy. Ruby smiled brightly then, stood up and Jaune wished he hadn’t been tormented with his too-sexy-for-her-own-good girlfriend’s body today, because her cum streaked face definitely deserved to twist in the same kind of pleasure his just did but teenage boy or not, Ruby had just sucked the life out of him and didn’t even seem to think about her own pleasure. Then was a giggle and Ruby was side eying him.

“Don’t worry about it, you can make me scream your name tomorrow.”

Then she leaned in close and Jaune focused on playful, happy, oddly satisfied and definitely a little bit smug silver eyes.

“Cause I’m pretty happy with you like this.”

“Gods your fucking hot as fuck when you’re confident.”

“Mmm, then let me tell you you’re gonna love the new me.”

“Love all of you, Rubes.”

Beneath the jizz, she blushed but her happy features remained.

“Get on the bed, I definitely earned quality sleepytime snuggles with that!”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Ma’am?”

“I can change--”

“Oh no. I like it. Bed now. Just gotta clean up your mess.”

“Uh...”

A snort. “This is a mess I like cleaning up, Jaune.”

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From here on out, if I write smut (which I’m undecided on; I am enjoying keeping them a bit shorter) I’m going to write it in story format. Short or long, doesn’t matter which. I’ll also likely experiment with different styles and overall themes.

Also, if you prefer a broader layout when you’re reading smut, I now have an AO3 (at the suggestion of idrownfishes0) under GodofSexDrugsandRocknRoll where I’m archiving anything with explicit content.

[vixenpen]

What if we get a Camboy!Hawks that gives us special attention after he notices the amounts of money we pay to his streams while the other customers get jealous?? 😈

(Y’all know this type of shit speaks to my cam model heart)

U could do anything you wanted to me

“Anything, huh? Would you let me spit in your mouth?”

I would thank you😩😩😩

Spit anywhere you like, daddy. I’ll lick it up

Keigo chuckled. His fans were a mess, but he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t appreciate the ego boost their admiration gave him. It was a major turn on for an exhibitionist like himself.

“Damn, you horny sluts are making daddy excited.” He quirked one of his blonde brows, slyly. “Wanna see how much?”

100 tokens

20 tokens

500 tokens

60 tokens

800 tokens

50 tokens

He angled the camera towards his crotch where his half mast erection poked through his boxers.

The pinging of his token alarm was non-stop as his fans excitedly donated for more.

“You guys know what daddy wants.”

Keigo sat back against his wooden headboard, one arm propped behind his tousled blonde hair. He gave the camera a slow, lazy smile which earned him even more enthusiastic tips.

“Get daddy to 500,000 tokens so we can really have some fun.”

He then flashed the buttplug and flesh light that was sat ready and waiting on his bedside table. A promise of what was to come.

Just then a warning alarm went off. Keigo’s Golden eyes zeroed in on the username immediately.

(Y/n) has tipped 10,000 tokens

Keigo’s dick jumped to attention immediately.

“Ohh there’s my favorite little birdie. Hey, babe, haven’t seen you on in a couple streams.”

I know ^^ thought I’d make it up to u. I just wanna make you happy.

“Baby, anytime you’re in my stream, I’m happy.”

He meant that. Over the couple years that he had been camming, y/n had been an avid supporter. He had you to thank for keeping him going in his cam career.

I can make u happy 2 daddy😣

1,000 tokens

“Aww, of course you can baby bird.” Keigo smiled.

He freed himself from his boxers, sighing in relief when he was finally free. His erection slapped against his right abs with a light smack.

(Y/n) has tipped 15,000 tokens

Omigod that looks so good, daddy. Ooh I missed it so much 🤤

“Oh yeah? You like that? Why don’t we go private then?”

Keigo tried to keep the hopeful edge out of his voice as he threw out the suggestion. He loved going private with you.

Nah, baby, u promised these ppl a show. U should give it to them.

Keigo let out a deep, lusty groan.

“Damn, you’re too good, y/n. You’re gonna make me work for it, aren’t ya?”

😈

“Don’t give me that look.”

500 tokens

Keigo leaned forward and stroked his scruffy beard with a smirk.

“You drive a hard bargain, Birdie.”

He gripped his dick and circled his thumb around the head, spreading the slick of desire that leaked from the tip around.

It ain’t no fun if the homies can’t have none, Papa Bird. 😉

20,000 tokens

“Mmm, y’all are so lucky that y/n is so charitable.”

He leaned back and bucked hips into his fist, moaning.

😕 u always get more excited for y/n

Everybody don’t got that kinda money..

Thank u y/n 🙏🏾🥳

Yeah, thx 4 takin all the attention 😒

20,000 tokens

Spit on it daddy, make it nasty.

Keigo hunched over, spitting onto his dick and covering it in the natural lubricate.

🤤🥴 holy shit that’s so fucking hottt

I wish too succ daddy Hawks’ dicc

Ily so much😫

Let me have ur babies

Strings of saliva dripped from his pierced tongue on to his throbbing member. He pumped his fist along his erection, hot pleasure coursing through his body with every stroke as the praise flooded in.

“What next, Birdie?” Hé choked out.

Don’t forget the balls, babe.

“Of course, Cuz you never forget the balls.” He licked his lips

Never 😇

“Oh now you’re an Angel.”

Squeeze them 😇

50,000 tokens

Without hesitation, Keigo did what he was told. Squeezing and massaging his sensitive sack. He felt another clench of desire grip him.

U just do whatever y/n asks huh? 😤

It’s always like that with these 2🙄

I don’t mind, y/n always helps give us a good show...🥵

U look so good, Papi.

“Heh, gotta do a good job for my favorite Birdie.”

Keigo choked out. His strokes were alternating between fast and slow, he rotated his hands while his other hand played with his pereneum. The layers of stimulation felt sharp and sweet.

Use that cute little butt plug of yours if u need more, Papi.

Keigo’s heavily lidded Amber eyes, were almost closed with his desire.

“You’re really trying to rile me up, huh, Birdie?”

The better job u do in the public chat, the more I’ll give u in the private chat.

Renewed with the prospect of the money and depravity you were sure to give him in private chat, Keigo grabbed the metal butt plug. He drizzled the lube he had on his night stand on the toy before showing it to the camera.

Oh fuck yesss 🥵🥵

😏

Show us how well u can take that shit, Daddy Hawks

And take it he did. He let out a throaty groan as the cool metal stretched his tight walls pleasantly. A hiss of pure ecstasy that matched the soft expression on his handsome face escaped as the toy settle against his gspot.

“Fuuuuck.” He groaned, eyes crossing temporarily.

The pinging was back. More frantic than ever.

Keigo’s Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed, body adjusting to the new sensation.

80,000 tokens

5,000 tokens

10,000 tokens

50 tokens

100 tokens

4,000 tokens

Feel good baby?

“You know it does,” he quipped back, albeit weakly.

Mmm, I bet. How bout u get that flesh light?

He did. Displaying it before the camera for his favorite user and the rest of his stream.

Slowly, he slid his sensitive manhood into the fleshy, moist walls of the sleeve.

“Oh my god...” his eyes rolled back.

The way I like, Daddy. 😏

“Ok baby...”

😔 I wish he’d call me baby

😒 gotta become a millionaire 2 get that kinda attention, I guess...

If he wasn’t so caught up in how fucking good he felt, Keigo would have laughed at  his fans saltiness.

Keigo rotated his hips, the thrum of his vibrating buttplug against his gspot sending his senses into overdrive.

“Oh goddd,” he practically sobbed, golden eyes fixed on the chat and hazy with his desire.

God he hoped y/n was watching. Hoped they were playing with themselves and imagining it was them bouncing on his twitching dick. He wondered what his favorite user looked like—if the face and body matched the sweet personality and beautiful voice he had heard during their private streams.

Faster daddy. Do it faster.

50,000 tokens

His hips bucked harder. The gripping, wet sleeve hugged his hardness in a warm, moist massage that had pleasure rolling over his body in waves. The only plug only added to the overload.

His mind was going blank, mouth falling open as strangled noises fell from it.

Oh my god look at that...🤤

His golden eyes fluttered close.

Keigo threw back his head, feeling his orgasm approaching. His blonde hair tumbled off his face, giving his stream an unobstructed view of the euphoria on his face.

Just then a ‘private’ alert came through from you.

Shakily, he accepted.

“Hi baby.” You purred. Just a beautiful, disconnected voice. Smooth and sweet and thick like honey butter.

“H-hey, Birdie.” He stammered through his grunts. “What-Ah-happened to, fuck, it ain’t fun if the homies can’t have none?”

You chuckled through your nose.

“I let them get their show, but that ‘O’ face is for me. Now cum for me, Daddy.”

He could hear the lust thick in that sensual voice of yours.

“Fuckkk,” he sighed.

He fucked himself harder and harder on his sleeve, eyes rolling back.

“Ahh god, I’m fuckin’ coming, baby, ughh-fuck.”

His nut exploded out of him, wracking his body in a fierce ecstasy. Then, just as quickly as it swept him up, it settled him back down. Back to earth.

“Oh my god, Baby Bird...” he mumbled weakly as he floated back to earth.

“That was delicious, Daddy. Thank you.”

He chuckled. “Anytime.”

“Oh?” He could hear the wicked smirk in your voice. “How ‘bout round two then? We’ll cum together this time.”

Keigo grinned into the camera, where unfortunately a black screen stared back at him. Ah well, hopefully one day he would get to see the stranger attached to the lovely voice that coaxed him to his orgasm.

“Ready when you are, Baby Bird.”

(Art by: @kadeart )

[annicaax]

You're The Only one

Ikevamp Fanfic. by Me.

Lecomte X Reader.

Word count: 1167

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating: All

Written in MC/your POV. Just like in the game. Hope ya like.

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 I bring the specially made cinnamon pancakes to the dining table. Sebastian carries the other dishes and as we serve breakfast I'm surprised by how we have all started out without le Comte. 

I know he's gone on a short trip out of Paris for a night. I know but still I imagine his smile, and grace and nearly forget that I'm pushing some dozen pancakes into Arthur's plate.

"Good gracious! Food, why, a great way to get a bloke to swoon, eh?"

I barely notice him smirk, stunned as he takes my hand lifting it up to his face.

Oh. I can pull my hand back. I'm sure that's what I'd have done but a larger hand envelops mine and pulls it away from Arthur's lips!!

This touch-- these fingers--- Comte!!

I turn my head and there's my beloved, the charismatic smile still in place, he's quite the imposing figure standing next to me.

“Arthur-- even if you must jest, you should learn not to wander anywhere near my lady. ma cherie is mine. Mine and mine alone…”

I blush. It's not everyday that he's this direct. My embarrassment comes in sync with a couple of wolf whistles. 

"Way to go, hondje! Never thought the day would be here when I'd hear such sappy love declarations from comte, let alone witness his possessive streak,” Theo says with a huge grin

“I think it's cute,” says Vincent in an angelic tone. 

Isaac stays embarrassed, biting into his apple. I'm glad these are the only ones near the table.

“Comte beat me to it,” Arthur now says with a dramatic sigh, letting Sebas destack his plate.He adds, with a pout, “I’m capable of eating more pancakes, though…”

“You're not getting any!” Theo narrows his eyes at Arthur, “also Sebas... Pass me the syrup. Though I’ve just witnessed a sickening sweet love act, I do need some syrup on my pancakes.”

Oh my! Theo never holds back, does he? And Sebas is something. His face is still stoic. But I do say there's a hint of a smile on his face. I know that. I can detect that after working alongside him for this long. 

And ah, my cheeks warmup, noticing that le Comte is next to me and his hand is still resting on mine. I try to pull away, feeling Theo's and everyone's eyes on me. But le Comte tightens his hold on me. 

With a swift tug, he pulls me to him. And my world shrinks and spins around me.

In the next instant we find ourselves in the garden.

Whoa! I can't believe he'd use his powers to get away from some healthy dose of teasing. Oh, well, I wanted to get away too...but how long can I run? How will I run? That’s our home… and those are our friends!

But I’m still happy! All of a sudden, I feel giddy, realizing that I'm with my beloved after so long. 

“I can't believe... Was that shadow warping? When did you come? Also, that was my first time experiencing that, so it's awesome!”

I grin at Saint Germain, but he only looks away with a sigh.

“Ma Cherie, there's a lot I can do… a lot that you don’t know…”

I want to ask him to show me… show me everything he is, but he goes on to talk.

“I can't show you everything, but you saw something just now. This is my first time... in four hundred years... I can't believe I've turned into this… someone who's desperately hopelessly in love…”

I’m speechless. My heart beats wildly out of joy, but he is hell bent on giving me more and more happiness.

“But I believe I'm only like this because it's you, ma cherie... You're my only one.... even if it were to take a thousand more years, I'm sure this is how things are destined to be… you and me… together like this.”

What more can I say? I love, love my Comte.

I smile at him overcome with love. I barely stop myself from hugging him. I want to say something, anything, but words fail me, and he takes this opening, speaking again.

“So you better take responsibility for what you did, ma Cherie…”

The confident gentleman, the hedonistic vampire is back again. Saint Germain takes my hand, dips elegantly and goes down on one knee. He pulls out something from his pocket. 

My heart thunders! Is this what I think it is… A… a proposal?

No. But instead what I see is a glittering watch made out of gold and pearls, with an attached charm bracelet. It's so beautiful.... I'm in awe.

This isn’t a ring. There’s time for that, but this gift is equally lovely. I do love when he pampers me. I smile and accept my gift, watching him put it on me.

“Thank you."

I whisper my thanks, looking him in the eye.

“Thanks again, but I'm very much capable of protecting myself…”

I remind him just in case, and he presses his lips to my knuckles. 

“I know,” he smiles ruefully, golden eyes narrowing, glittering bangs of gold cascading down in his forehead. He looks gorgeous in the sunlight. “...but I couldn't stop. I'm a man who loves you, ma Cherie.”

This man, he knows how to make me go weak in the knees. I'm flattered but I also want to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“Mon Cher…” I lean down so I can whisper the words into his ear, “I'm a woman who loves you too…”

I kiss his forehead and emphasize my words. “Forever until eternity.”

Le Comte freezes. 

“What brought this on…”

He murmurs, but I kiss his cheek before he can recover.

“What brought this on? Well, maybe the answer is love... I love you ... I missed you…”

This time I press a kiss to his lips 

“Mmm--”

Still knelt before me, he makes a noise. He’s like a prince out of a fairytale! My only prince! Ah, and I know it's my time to get away. My cheeks heating up, I attempt to pull away. But my hand is still in his--

“I remember I have to water the flowers.”

I try to make my escape, but he tightens his hold on my hand.

Rising up to his feet, he pulls me so I fall against his chest.

“Think you can water the plants after you've tempted me, ma cherie?”

Comte... The mischievous glint in your eyes, oh my God, what have I gotten myself into... 

I wonder this, and his lips touch mine. I close my eyes and I feel myself fade away-

Together... We shadow warp... To…

(Now it's your turn to imagine where Comte took you)

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There. I'm a lazy ass writer but I've been writing fanfiction since I’m a kid, and I’ve already graduated. Lol. Wrote something after so long. I know it's a fluffy tidbit. I don't know if ya guys like it but as someone who's waiting for his English route (spoiler free) this is what came to my mind. I hope y'all liked it. Comments are welcome. Reblog And Heart it if you like. Thank you! I do hope to write more in future. If ya guys want it/like it.

[spacegirlapollo]

Ice Cream (Hawks x Reader Smut)

Title: Ice Cream

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,916 

Summary: Keigo gives you a reward for using your quirk to help him out. 

(lmao I’m so bad at summaries, anyways its smut 90% and plot: 10% lmao enjoy! )

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“Keigo!” you groaned, looking down at the mess of chips that were sprinkled on the floor not too far from the bag that you had dropped. 

You had your arm practically submerged in a bag of your boyfriend’s chips, when the front door to your shared apartment swung open, revealing the man himself in all of his post work glory. You were very taken off guard because he hardly ever used the front door, instead he consistently shot through one of the big balcony windows, that had been his only deal breaker when apartment hunting. He only occasionally used the door when his wings were all used up or he was exhausted. But he was standing in front of you now with a seemingly full set of wings and boundless Keigo energy. 

You were so used to it now that you could even hear the faint sounds of his wings flapping a few seconds before he came into the window.  You were also feeling the tiny ping of guilt as you had stolen his bag of chips, you hadn’t planned to eat the whole thing, but now the chips laid on the floor inedible. 

“Sorry babe.” He said with a chuckle as his back was turned to lock and close the door. He turned to you and gave you his famous closed eye charming smile. The one that always made you forget what you were even upset about before. You pouted bending over to scoop up the chips before he could see your contraband. 

In the corner of your eye you could see his boots enter your vision and then he was eye level with you, positioned to help you scoop up the chips. His face widened in mild disbelief. 

“Are these my-” 

“I’m sorry!” You said not able to hold your laugh in as you almost shouted it. 

“ I was craving salt. I needed salt Keigo.” 

His golden laugh rang around your ears and you couldn't help matching his laugh. You watched his face for a moment and your smile fell a bit as his face scrunched momentarily in pain. Setting the bag full of ruined chips to lean against the sofa, you reached for him frowning. 

“Are you okay baby?” You asked concern dripped all over your facial features. 

His face cleared up immediately and his golden smile was back. 

“Yeah i’m okay.” He said lying flawlessly. You frowned as he started to stand up. He said it in that tone that you knew meant he wasn't going to give you any other answers. It was the tone he used to pretend like things at work were fine even if they weren't. 

“I’m going to shower.” He said looking a bit far away now, but he turned back to you a smaller smile creeping on the edge of his lips. 

“I missed you today… want to watch a movie or something?” 

You smiled at his, for some reason you’d missed him today too. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You said. 

He winked and turned to head down the hallway leading to the bathroom. His smile had dropped again though. 

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15 minutes later, you had vacuumed the floor a bit and were now carrying a large plant into the living room. 

Your quirk was a healing one, which was convenient when Keigo came home bruised and bloody occasionally. You could heal any and everything, but your quirk was all about balance and energy. If you healed someone directly, it would take energy from you to balance itself. But if you had something like a plant nearby you could use the energy from the plants to heal as well. 

You had a feeling, something was wrong with Keigo and he wasn't telling. Why, you weren't sure. He typically did not like being healed by you, as too much healing could leave you feeling weak for days at a time. You figure this must be it. Either way you placed down the plant near the edge of the couch hoping that he wouldn't notice the sudden addition to the room. 

Grabbing the remote and plopping down on the couch you could hear the water shutting off from deeper in the house. 

A few minutes into your search for a good movie, and you could hear his footsteps as he re-entered the room, a white tee and sweatpants on instead of his heavy duty hero uniform. 

“Did you pick something out?” He asked, crossing into the room. 

“Yep!” You said patting your lap with your free hand motioning him towards you. 

He eagerly came forward sitting on the couch and resting his hand on your lap. The couch was large enough to fit his wings, which was like most furniture in your home. You pressed play on your zombie movie you’d picked out and started to play with his hair with your right hand. 

You knew how much he loved when you did this, but now you could still see how his eyebrows were pulled together slightly. It wasn't totally innocent , your playing with his hair, as when you did this you were able to take a sort of scan of whatever you were touching to better understand what was wrong. The spots typically show up as red circles in your mind. And sure enough you could see red circles where it seemed his wings connected to his back. It must have been sore from all the flying he’d been doing lately. He’d told you once that his body was a little two small for the powerful wings. You wondered how often he went through this pain without saying anything. 

Your hand slipped up the back of his shirt and he looked up at you a little, an eyebrow raised. 

You reached the spots of red before he could turn away from you. 

“Babe what are you doin- MHM” 

His sentence was cut off by a deep moan that caught you a bit off guard. You’d touched one of the spots activating your quirk. You knew though from healing yourself that the healing felt intensely satisfying like a good scratch on an itchy spot, or stepping into a hot Jacuzzi.  

You moved onto the next spot activating your quirk again, The plant next to you starting to shrink and wilt. You felt him melting in your lap despite him having tried his hardest to not let you know. 

You pressed slightly against a larger red zone another gasp like moan came from your boyfriend, and you couldn't help but bite your lip at the sound. You knew it wasn't on purpose but It was almost sinful the noises he was letting out. You shifted slightly pressing your thighs together as you felt your mind running wild. 

You finished with the right wing and started to make quick work of the second, pressing softly against each zone while Keigo’s face smoothed out with each heal. You’d saved the largest one for last, guiltily hoping for another moan. You were rewarded when you started to heal and he let out another gaspy groan and you imagined him making that noise right next to your ear while on top of you.

The plant next to you had officially wilted down but Keigo was fully healed and sitting up now from your lap to face you. Before you could react both of his hands were on your cheeks and he pulled you into a kiss that felt like he was the sun and filling you up with light. 

He pulled away and let his hands drop giving you a shy smile. 

“I don’t know why I was being so stubborn Y/N.” He shook his head in disbelief. He seemed to be his normal self again, face cleared of any pain. 

“I feel…” He sighed in relief. “ So much better.” 

You smiled back at him, head a little foggy from the kiss and body on fire from his noises. 

“How can I make it up to you.” He was saying now, getting animated again. 

“I could make dinner.” He started to suggest but then thought better tapping his finger on his chin as he was thinking. 

“Hmmm no… I could fly us to get ice cream!” 

He looked at you his face the question : “ How about it?” 

‘

When he didn't immediately read a yes on your face he shook his head. “ No? How about…” 

“Keigo..” You blurted , heart skipping a beat when he immediately stopped and looked at you. 

“I- I want something different.” You said, cursing yourself for how soft your voice was coming out. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks and his head tilted a bit, confused. He looked cute and insanely hot like that, watching you. 

Keigo was a quick study however, and you saw the realization of just exactly what you wanted hitting his face. A smirk crept across his face, 

“Ohh, I see.” He said so low it sent a chill down your spine. 

and he moved so quick he didn’t give you a moment to think. His hands suddenly were on each of your ass cheeks scooping you up and planting you firmly on his lap. He moved back a strand of you falling hair before drawing your lips in again for a kiss. This one is much different from the last. His lips parted yours, your tongues swirling together as his grip on your ass tightened. 

You felt a throbbing between your legs and as you broke apart your kiss for air he started to kiss up your neck and to your jawline leaving butterfly kisses along the way that were sending your head spinning. 

“Mmm I missed you today.” He said close to your ear in that low voice that sent chills down your spine. You felt his hand slipping into the front of your pants, and you let out a small moan as he sunk two fingers into your soaking cunt. 

“You miss me?” He asked, pumping his fingers into you agonizingly slowly. When you didn't immediately respond he sat back some and grabbed your chin to bring your eyes to him. He inserted another finger, picking up the pace as he curled his fingers inside you. 

“Hm?” He asked again as you opened your mouth to moan out a yes. 

“Tell me.” He said breathily, his speed making you see stars now. 

“ Tell me how much you couldn’t wait for me to come home and fuck you.” 

You moaned and the sound of his soaking fingers fucking you filled the room. You were close to unraveling and he knew it. 

“Keigo” you moaned out using your hands flat against his chest to balance yourself. “Fuck, I missed you.” 

This seemed to satisfy him as he grinned devilishly at you bringing your face intoxicatingly close again. 

“You gonna come for me?” He asked as if he could feel just how close to the edge you were. 

“Mm yes be a good girl and come for me.” 

You couldn't hold off anymore as your head leaned back in an open moan as you came onto his fingers. You could feel his deep chuckle vibrating in his chest on your hands that were placed squarely on his chest. 

 You let out a little squeak as your whole body rose as he picked you up. Your legs were wrapped instinctively around his waist and you giggled a bit in excitement as he started to walk you almost blindly into your bedroom. 

“Mhm you thought I was finished with you?” He asked. 

“I really hoped not.” You teased back, before your back landed on the extra large bed in your bedroom. Keigo was above you now grabbing your t-shirt and rolling it off your head, then going for your pants slipping them off effortlessly. You say up slightly and began to remove his clothing as well, almost blushing in the way his eyes followed you. 

When you were both completely naked, he grabbed your chin again bringing you in for a kiss. You reached for his hardened cock pumping it in rhythm and enjoying his breathy moans against your lips. 

Breaking apart your lips with a smirk you pushed him back, and he went willingly sitting up slightly against the headboard. 

Coming closer you took it into your mouth moaning to send vibrations down his spine. You watched as he closed his eyes slightly at this, He was looking at you eyes half lidded and lustful. 

You stuck out your tongue as you brought your head up releasing him with a pop. His hand came forward and grabbed your face guiding you back down to the hilt of his cock. You hollowed out your mouth and hummed relishing in his deep moan. He was setting the pace now bringing your head up and down his hard shaft, chasing his orgasm. 

“Fuck Y/N” He growled out his lips parted as he came deep down your throat. 

“gaddamn it.”  He said sitting up and rolling you over till he was on the top. Although there hadn’t really been a moment where he wasn't in charge. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He said before entering your wet folds with a push. You moaned out at the feeling of being filled up by him. He didn’t wait and he was slamming into you again, his right hand gripping your hip as he fucked you and his left next to your head for balance..

You loved looping up at him like this, your beautiful boyfriend and his stretching wings above you. He knew every inch of your body and just how to make you feel good. You moved your head slightly to the side to make room for his hot lips against your neck. Moans spilled from your lips as he didn’t let up on you in the slightest. You reward him for healing him, as he typically teased you from start to finish. You weren’t going to last long and he was planning on that. 

“Fuck Keigo.” You moaned as he pressed his body closer to yours and descended into short powerful strokes against your g spot. Your hands were around his neck now as he fucked you into the mattress all the while his hot voice in your ear, egging on your climax, sending your body into a tailspin with his dirty words. 

You felt that tight knot in your stomach as your eyes rolled back in bliss. 

“Yes. Yes.” He said now eyes closing as your pussy tightened around him “Yes. cum for me” 

He took your lips with his as he reached his own climax and overstimulating your soaking cunt. A few more deep strokes and you could feel him cumming inside of you filling you up. 

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“Did you really miss me today?” You asked looking up at Keigo who was stroking your hair now, as you were both naked in bed. He had you close to his chest and he looked back down at you a little more serious than you’d thought he’d be. 

“I miss you all the time little bird.” He said moving his hand down to stroke your cheek. 

“You always heal me in more ways than one.” 

Your face squished with how cute and cheesy that was, but you couldn't hide your big smile.

“Hmmm. I missed you too.” You said and he kissed your forehead sending your heart going wild. 

It was quiet for a while as you laid there just enjoying each other's presence. 

“Can we still get ice cream?” You asked quietly and you could feel his whole body shake as he laughed. 

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“Sure little bird, lets go get some ice cream.”