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desperate!Hannie complaining to his roommate that when him and his girlfriend have sex, he gets too into it and always cums before her
closeted dom!Minho who agrees to help them out and wastes no time in setting rules, and all but orders them to have sex in front of him a couple of hours later
desperate!Reader who grinds down sloppily onto Han when she rides him and desperate!Hannie who has no set rhythm as he fucks into her
dom!Minho who wastes no time in taking control, putting his hands on your and Han's hips and showing you both the right way to move when each of you are the ones on top
desperate!Hannie who doesn't listen and loses his pace not long after Minho's hands are removed
dom!Minho who takes it upon himself to prep the younger man with some of your wetness and slides himself into his ass while he's still balls deep in you
dom!Minho who slides a hand into Han's hair and holds it tightly as his hips move at the same pace he explained earlier, fucking into Han roughly and causing a domino effect as Han's hips fuck into yours
desperate!Hannie who almost cums before you again, though for more valid reasoning this time, until Minho slides a pretty pink ring around the base of his cock, stopping him from cumming all together
dom!Minho who edges the both of you to the point where youre both crying and begging him to cum. and once he finally allows it, you get to cum first and squeeze all nicely around Han while the cock ring is still tight around him
dom!Minho who pulls Han out of you and then fucks him into the mattress until he deems him ready to cum. then pulls the cock ring off and lets him cum all over the sheets, Hanâs cock red and angry as it spurts out more cum than usual
& none of this was part of the agreement but you'll all be damned if you dont go for a round two with a promise for this to happen again soon
sigh.
#i wanted to write something longer about this but i have too many wips so im leaving it as a thoughts post for now lol#mxm#minho hard thoughts <3#hard hannie thoughts <3#minsung smut#minsung x reader#minsung x reader smut#mxm hard thoughts <3#han x reader smut#han smut#han jisung x reader smut#han jisung smut#lee know x reader lee know#lee know smut
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hope Iâm doing this right but I was wondering if you could do a kyoutani or Tanaka with a very sleep deprived bf who will just like nap anywhere and everywhere and they are constantly swaying and zoning out or a bf who lost his headphones but needs headphones all the time otherwise he canât think properly at all cause his thoughts are way too loud
I actually really like the first one omgg kyotani needs more love </3
half-conscious banter
kentaro kyotani x male reader
wc: 0.5k
in which kyotani's sleepy boyfriend "helps" him clean up after practice.
fem aligned dni
there's a distinct, mutual understanding between you and kyotani. you sleep on his shoulder at any given moment, and he's granted a short period of silence. people never approach him when you're drooling onto his shoulder out of fear of waking you up; not even oikawa, who normally always tries to talk his ear off. it was great.
it's a simple, wordless agreement you two had. okay, it wasn't exactly an agreementâ one day you fell asleep on kyotani's shoulder during the bus ride back to school after a particularly long practice match, and he didn't bother shaking you off once he noticed that everyone had finally left him alone while you were thereâ so much as it was that kyotani lets you sleep on him and he tolerated it.
but hey, as long as you're not collapsing onto the floors, you're not complaining! he's almost concerned by how often you do it, though. almost.
"hey, [name]!" you jolt awake, prying your eyelids open. you had dozed off in the middle of taking a drink, your water bottle almost slipping from your fingers. you glance in the direction of the voice; kyotani was calling for you. "help me take down the nets." he demanded.
"ah, yeah, sure," you give him a thumbs up and set your bottle down, making your way over to him.
wrapping up practice always felt so much longer than the actual hours of practice you were dedicated to. you felt your eyes grow heavy again, your hands stilling their motions of folding the nets.
kyotani gives you a skeptical look, but doesn't say anything. you're grateful for that. he folds the rest of the net himself and takes the rest from you.
"oh," you snap awake once more, eyes lazily dragging up to his face. "sorry 'bout that." you say in a tone that suggests you definitely weren't.
"tchâ whatever." he huffs, yanking the net out of your hands much more aggressively than he needed to. "why the hell are you so tired, anyway? it's not like you're up studying," he sneers.
"shut up, i don't wanna hear you talking, you literal dog," you scoff, lightly shoving his shoulder. you don't bother to notice that he actually lets you. "i've just been busy, is all."
"playing video games or some shit?"
that shut you up fast.
"knew it." kyotani said, shoving your head. "you should start sleeping earlier, idiot. you're gonna end up falling asleep in the middle of crossing the street."
you don't miss the underlying concern in his voice, though it's still bundled deep under his usual anger. you just giggle, a little loopy, and smack him playfully on the arm.
"awwwh, kyo worries about me!" you say, linking arms with him. he scoffs at you, spouting profanities at you as he lets you drag him back to the bench to grab your things.
"shut up."
"i love you too!"
"fucking kill yourself."
this was very short bc im busy with artfight, volleyball, and some work stuff but im writing some more stuff I promise !
#(â â â âżâ ă»â )â ââ â lix writes !!#haikyuu x male reader#haikyuu x reader#x male reader#x reader#kyotani x male reader#kyotani kentaro x reader#kyotani x reader#mad dog x male reader#mad dog x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#mxm
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Between the stacks
18+ MDNI: Sexual themes and language
SnowApple Smut-Shot continuation of The Bits Between 2 (requested by @hwangintakswifey )
This isn't as long as it could be but I've got lots more SnowApple in the works, saving the longer form stuff for the chapters, so stay tuned :)

"Don't play dumb," Zayne chided.
Caleb sighed, glancing around to ensure no one was nearby before answering quietly.
"What do you want me to say, huh? That I liked it? That I havenât been able to stop thinking about your cock? Fuck, I've even been dreaming about - never mind. I like you too, okay? Is that good enough?"
Zayne smirked.
"I suppose."
"You're a dick," Caleb retorted, smiling.
"Apparently that's what you like about me," Zayne quipped.
Caleb rolled his eyes.
âWhatever. Are you in, or not?â
Zayne crossed his arms and leaned nonchalantly against the shelves as if pondering a complex decision. In reality, he already had his answer, but he was thoroughly enjoying watching Caleb squirm.
"I'm open to it," Zayne murmured, his green eyes sparkling as the sun streamed through the windows, casting a beam of sunlight over the dim, dusty stacks. "Shall I come over for dinner later so we can discuss the details?"
âSure, that works.â
A moment of silence passed between them. Eyes studied lips, fingers clenched, and breaths quickened. Zayne wore a knowing smirk, observing Caleb's cheeks redden so adorably.
"I'll be honest," he began, "I've been thinking about that night quite a bit as well. Among other things."
"Other things?" Caleb asked, hooking a finger into Zayne's belt loop. He pretended to examine the material, but in reality, he was imagining gripping the fabric so tightly around his knuckles that the waistband constricted Zayne's slender hips, drawing him nearer.
Zayne watched Calebâs hair, the boy's gaze bent out of view.
"I haven't had much occasion to get physical with other men in my life. You were the first."
Caleb looked up.
âReally?â
âIs that surprising?â
âKind of. You seemed so comfortable.â
Zayne smirked.
"I was with people I trust," he said, taking a chance as he carefully reached out to caress Caleb's lower lip with his thumb.
Caleb tensed, his muscles flexing with restrained effort as he bit back a noise of arousal.
âDonât do this to me here.â Calebâs breath grew ragged.
âShouldnât we make sure we're still compatible? What if you don't feel the same now as you did then?â
Caleb narrowed his gaze, his purple eyes meeting Zayne's green ones in a flash of lustful understanding. He pulled on Zayne's waistband, drawing him closer before slamming an arm on the shelves and pressing him further into the books with the breadth of his chest. Their faces hovered, mere inches apart.
âI know what I want,â Caleb said roughly.
Zayne's lips parted in an invitation, one that Caleb accepted without any hesitation.
He crashed his lips onto Zayne's, his free hand encircling the med student's neck to support their passionate embrace. Their muscles battled for dominance as they intertwined tongues, like lovers separated for centuries, as if they could only breathe the air from each other's lungs.
Zayne forcefully grabbed Caleb's face, and Caleb's strong arms encircled his lower back to keep them both in an upright embrace. Tongues wrestled, teeth clashed, and hands roamed. Zayne released a desperate breath as Caleb finally pulled away, though neither broke their embrace.
âAre you satisfied?â Caleb asked, violet gaze lidded as he stared hungrily at Zayneâs lips.
âNot even a little.â Zayne pulled Caleb back, and they started all over again.
Caleb allowed the solid wall of his body to press Zayne flat against the spines of higher education books. He stroked his hair, squeezed his biceps, and eventually, undid the belt buckle around his hips.
"What if someone sees?" Zayne gasped between passionate kisses.
"Fuck âem," Caleb growled low, skillfully creating space for his hand down the front of Zayne's slacks. His fingers brushed against the man's erection through his briefs, causing Zayne to twitch.
"Mmph," Zayne moaned into Caleb's mouth as his hand began to stroke over the fabric. Initially gentle, he teased Zayne the way he so enjoyed, until he could feel the wetness of pre-cum seeping through the thin fabric. Then, with eagerness, he freed Zayne's smooth cock from its confines, taking care to maintain the man's dignity by shielding their actions behind his thigh. He skillfully spread the pre-cum down Zayne's shaft with precise strokes, observing Zayne's sensual reactions unfold on his usually composed features.
Caleb's touch was firm yet tender, his hand moving rhythmically along Zayne's shaft. Zayne's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering shut as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Caleb watched, captivated by the raw vulnerability on Zayne's face, the way his typically guarded expression melted into pure, unadulterated desire.
Zayne's fingers dug into Caleb's shoulders, his knuckles white with the intensity of his grip. He opened his eyes, locking gazes with Caleb. There was a silent question lingering there, a plea for more. Caleb responded by pressing their bodies closer, his free hand moving to cradle Zayne's face, thumb gently brushing against his cheek.
Their lips met again, this time with a new urgency, a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface now boiling over. Caleb's hand moved faster on Zayne's cock, his own arousal straining against his pants. He wanted to take this further, to explore every inch of Zayne, but he also wanted to savor this moment, the feeling of their bodies pressed together, the taste of Zayne's lips on his, the sound of Zayne's ragged breaths filling his ears.
Zayne broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Caleb's as he panted, breathless.
âYou have to stop,â
âI don't have to do anything,â Caleb said through a grin, continuing his pace.
"I can't walk out of the library covered in...mmm," Zayne's head rolled back against the shelf, his teeth biting his lower lip in ecstasy, unable to even complete his thought.
"Ohhh, right," Caleb said, slowing to a stop and making sure to savor the last few long, firm strokes before he looked around again and knelt between Zayne's trembling knees. "Let me help with that."
"Uhn, fuck,â Zayne's arm swung out wildly for support, grabbing desperately onto the shelf behind him as Caleb's hot mouth slid around his cock.
Caleb's tongue swirled around in a way that threatened to make Zayne lose his balance. His fingers found a hold in Caleb's hair, his grip tightening as Caleb pleasured him. The sounds of their heavy breathing and intimacy filled the otherwise quiet library, just soft enough so others wouldn't hear.
Caleb's hand found its way to Zayne's balls, his touch gentle yet firm. He rolled them in his palm, the sensation causing Zayne to buck his hips. Caleb took the hint, his mouth moving faster, his tongue flicking against the sensitive head of Zayne's cock.
Zayne was close, he could feel it. The pleasure was building, coiling tight in his stomach. He tried to warn Caleb, to tell him he was about to cum, but the words got lost in a strangled and muffled cry as his body tensed, his release hitting him like a tidal wave.
Caleb swallowed around him, his mouth milking Zayne for every last drop. When Zayne finally sagged against the bookshelf, boneless and sated, Caleb pulled away, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"That," Caleb said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "was worth maybe getting banned from the library."
Zayne could only nod in agreement, still trying to catch his breath.
Caleb then pressed a lingering kiss to Zayne's lips, allowing the med student to taste himself on Caleb's tongue as he meticulously refastened Zayne's pants around his hips. He even buckled the belt, though a tad tighter than Zayne would typically wear it. "Come on," Caleb murmured, "I'll buy you lunch."

#love and deepspace#lads#lads smut#zayne smut#caleb smut#zayne x caleb#lads caleb#caleb love and deepspace#zayne fic#lads fic#caleb fic#mxm#l&ds caleb#l&ds smut#smut writing#smut#zayne love and deepspace#loveanddeepspace#smutty smut smut
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Alex Albon / George Russell
Title: Alex Albon's private collection II
Pairing: Alex Albon / George Russell
Characters: Alex Albon, George Russell
Summary: Choosing a reward is always hard, because the biggest reward to Alex is Georgeâs pleasure, nothing makes him happier than Georgeâs eyes rolling into the back of his head, as he moans in pleasure from something Alex is doing to him. Georgeâs pleasure is Alexâs pleasure.
Alex adds another video to his private collection.
Ao3 link {If anyone wants to give it some love on there i'll be eternally grateful.


âIs the camera turned on?â Alex nods. It is, Alex turned it on before George even got naked and laid himself out of the bed like a goddess. âThis is your reward, what do you want me to do? Alex canât take his eyes off Georgeâs body, his eyes are big and pleading, his massive cock curved up against his abs, much bigger than Alex. Â
Choosing a reward is always hard, because the biggest reward to Alex is Georgeâs pleasure, nothing makes him happier than Georgeâs eyes rolling into the back of his head, as he moans in pleasure from something Alex is doing to him. Georgeâs pleasure is Alexâs pleasure. Â
Alex climbs onto the bed and straddles Georgeâs skinny waist. âI could tie you up, make you beg for it.â He pins Georgeâs hands to the bed. George goes easily, allowing Alex to do whatever the fuck he wants. âSafe word?â He asks, he just likes to be sure, he needs to know George knows heâs safe. âRed bull.â He tells him, but he seems irritated. Alex kisses him on the nose in reward. âGood boy.â Â
âTonightâs about you Lex, what do you want to do?â George asks him again; his arms are still pinned above his head. âYour pleasure, is my pleasure Mr. Russell, you are about to have the time of your life, are you going to be a good boy for me?â George nods, in his defense heâs never not been a good boy. âIâm letting you do whatever you want to me, and you chose to make me feel good?â Alex smiles. âOf course.â Â
âLook at you George, youâre fucking massive.â Alex wraps his fist around Georgeâs cock and lazily starts to stroke him. âItâs a shame, isnât it? Just think how much you could make Strech, make me gap but instead you would rather lay on your back and take it like a whore, wouldnât you baby?â George nods. âYes.â Alex collects the droplets of pre cum and uses it as lube to stroke George quicker. âDonât worry baby, itâs a good thing I donât like bottoming, isnât it?â George seems satisfied with that and lets out cute little gasps of pleasure. Â
âYouâre so beautiful George, I'm so glad I have this on camera, so I can see you like this whenever I want to, I could jerk off to you if I felt like itâ George moans happily at that, Alex leans forward presses little kisses down from Georgeâs rib cage to that little bit of hair above his dripping cock. Â
âFucking stunning.â Alex declares delicately raising Georgeâs hips up off the bed. âWhat would you like my love? Do you want me to rim you or suck you off?â Alex breathes against Georgeâs cute little hole, making him gasp. âI- uhm, itâs for you to choose, we are celebrating you.â Alex doesnât need to be told twice. Â
Alex gently uses both hands to spread Georgeâs buttocks apart and lickâs a big wet stripe over his twitching ass hole. âLex...â George moans, he gives him no time to dwell on it and pushes his long pink tongue inside. âAlex, fuck.â Georgeâs knuckles are white from how hard heâs clenching onto the bed sheets. Alex pulls back, circling the outer rim with the point of his tongue, before dipping back inside again, kissing and eating the pink flesh. George is a mess already, his eyes are in the back of his head, a trail of saliva is dripping from his slack pink mouth. Â
âPlease Alex, I need you to fuck me, please.â George whines, raising his hips up off the bed, only to have them forcefully pushed back down again. âYou need to be a good boy, Georgie; only good boyâs get cock.â Alex dives back down between Georgeâs legs, but instead of kissing his hole, this time he sucks a bruise onto Georgeâs inner thigh. âBeautiful, looks like someone owns you now.â Â
âPass me the lube baby, and I'll give you what you want.â George reaches over for the tube on the nightstand and presses the bottle into Alex's hand. âGood boy.â He pours a generous amount onto his fingers and brings them down to Georgeâs spit slick hole, massaging around the area making George moan then gasp as he unexpectedly pushes in the first finger to the knuckle, the first finger goes in easily, thanks to the work of Alexâs skillful tongue and they do this often enough for Georgeâs body to be used to it. Alexâs cock twitches from how easily George accepts him. âLook at you baby, you take me like a champ.â Â
Alex doesnât waste any more time, he pulls out his finger and slams back in again, accompanied by a second finger this time. âYouâre taking me so well baby, such a good boy for me.â Alex rotates his fingers and starts thrusting with them, soon making his way up to three fingers. Once George is open enough, he sinks further inside and jabs his finger into Georgeâs prostate. âPlease fuck me before I explode.â Â
âAww does my sweet baby not enjoy being teased?â Alex mocks, forcing George into a pout. âno.â Alex presses his lips against Georgeâs and lazily moves their lips together but pulls away all too soon leaving a long trail of saliva to connect them. âAre you ready for me sweetheart?â He asks with another quick peck to Georgeâs soft lips. âYes please.â Â
Alex wraps Georgeâs long legs around his waist and nudges the head of his cock against his dripping entrance. Georgeâs massive cock lays leaking against his stomach, itâs obscene really just how much bigger he is than Alex, just for him to want to take it like a slut, not that Alex would have him any other way âSuch a waste of a big cock.â George digs his heals into Alexâs bum cheeks and pulls him closer. âNo, need you inside of me, please.â Â
âSuch a naughty boy today, maybe I wonât let you cum at all?â Alex doesnât give time for George to respond, heâs too busy throwing his head back into the fluffy pillow with a moan as Alex slides into him with one swift thrust. âLook at you, you take it so well, itâs like you were made just to take my cock.â George moans. âYes, I was, please I want to always be sat on your cock.â Alex chuckles. âI love it when you are cock drunk.â Â
Alex wastes no time getting started, he circles his hips before slowly starting to thrust in and out of the tight wet heat, George throws his head back in a silent moan, exposing his neck to Alex, who just canât resist sucking a bruise onto the nape of his neck, while pressing into him agonizingly slow, enough to drive George crazy with need. Â
âThis is torture.â George complains, wrapping his legs around Alex tighter and griding his hips into Alexâs cock. âNaughty boy, if thatâs what you really want.â Alex holds Georgeâs hips in a vice like grip and thrusts into him harder and deeper, with such a force that the headboard clatters against the wall behind them. âYes Alex, just like that.â Alex laughs. âFucking slut.â Â
âYour slut.â Georgeâs moans become even louder as Alex picks up the pace, sinking deeper and deeper inside of him with every thrust, until- âFuck Lex, right there, right there.â George cries out in pleasure, his mouth wide open and his moans becoming louder. âYou feel so good baby, I love making you moan like that, only I get to see you like this.â Alex snaps up his hip's even faster. âMine, all mine.â Â
âYours all yours.â George pants back, his massive dick is making a mess on his stomach, he must be really close now. âyouâre going to be the goodest boy arenât you and cum from my cock alone?â George nods, his mouth falling open in a gasp as Alex fucks him extra hard, making sure heâs slamming into his prostate with every thrust. Â
George writhers, moans and begs underneath him, his eyes are rolled into the back of his head, Alex slams into his prostate once again and thatâs enough to send him over the edge. He babbles incoherently as his massive cock explodes and leaves a puddle of cum on his toned tummy and abs. Â
âYou look so beautiful when you cum for me Georgie, look at the mess your massive cock made.â Alex himself is close now, the fucks into George with all his might, loving every little overstimulated squeak heâs pulling from George as he searches for his own orgasm. It arrives all too soon, he wants to savor this for so much longer, but he screams out Georgeâs name as he fills him up with his red hot cum. Â
Alex very gently pulls out of him, watching the small stream of cum follow his cock and tip toes over to the camera and turns it off. This is about George now, taking care of him and no one needs to see him in a vulnerable moment, not even Alex himself. Â
âYou were such a good boy for me, Georgie.â Alex gently rolls George onto his back, his eyes are glazed over, clearly in sub space. âLetâs get you all cleaned up.â First, he wipes the drool from Georgeâs mouth, then cleans up the mess on his tummy. âSorry about this sweetheart.â He gently pushes his legs open and cleans up all the cum down there, George is still way to out of it for words. Â
Georgeâs skin is cold, heâs always cold. Alex wraps him up in a thin blanket and holds him close, runs his fingers through his soft hair and presses little kisses against his temple. âLex-â George shudders, a sob wrecking his entire body. âItâs okay baby, youâre back now.â George nods snuggling himself into Alex. âWas I good enough, is that what you wanted for your reward?â Bless him, the thing about George is disappointing people genuinely hurts him. Â Â Â
âYou were the goodest boy for me Georgie.â Alex presses a kiss onto his sweaty temple. âI told you; your pleasure is what makes me the happiest.â George nods, half asleep in Alexâs arms feeling safe and warm. Alex gently lays him down and pulls him into a spooing position. Â
âWhen you wake up, we will watch the tape back.â Alex tells George, he canât help but smile to himself, thatâs another video for the private collection. Â Â Â
#This is the last time I write Galex because it always preforms so poorly#I don't know if it's a me thing of a Galex thing but i'm not wasting my time again#alexander albon#alex albon#formula 1 fanfiction#fanfic#formula 1 fanfic#mxm#fanfiction#mxm smut#formula one#george russell#formula 1#Galex#F1#m x m smut#smut
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Finally

Warnings! â ïž Smut-Trans Regulus Black
One Shot
Regulus had never let James see him completely naked before, they had of course tiptoed into sexual territory but nothing more than grinding against each other fully clothed and also Regulus did love giving his boyfriend blowjobs but he knew it wasnât enough for James even though he would never admit it of push Regulus in any way.
âJamesâŠâ he spoke quietly as he looked up at the ceiling.
They were laying down on Jamesâ bed, wearing comfy clothes on a cozy weekend.
âWhat, love?â James asked with the usual smile on his face as he turned his head to look at his boyfriend.
âI want to have sex with you.â Regulus admitted straight up, as if it was the most normal thing for him to say.
Not that James was against the idea but he didnât expect the other to let him know like that and so suddenly.
âRegâŠâ James pulled himself up on his elbows to look down at his boyfriend, his voice soft.
âYou know that we donât have-â he started speaking but Regulus interrupted him, pressing his lips against the otherâs.
âShut up.â He muttered in between tender kissed. âI want this.â He added before James wrapped his arms around him and he couldnât reply anymore when Regulus deepened the kiss.
âI love you.â James said once the other pulled away to catch his breath, Regulus definitely looked nervous but determined.
âI love you too.â Regulus replied and James kissed him again, he pushed the male down onto the soft mattress and placed himself in between his legs.
âTell me if you want me to stop.â James mumbled, before kissing down Regulus neck surely leaving marks.
James tugged onto the elastic of Regulusâ sweatpants before pulling them off completely, he lifted the maleâs shirt to expose just up to his stomach as he kissed the pale skin.
âAre you sure about this?â James asked as he kissed down the maleâs body and found himself at the elastic of Regulusâ underwear.
Regulus nodded at his boyfriend, there was some hesitation in his eyes but a spark of lust that James couldnât ignore as well.
James hooked his fingers underneath the elastic of Regulusâ underwear and pulled it off, he let out a low growl and his gaze fell down in between his boyfriendâs legs.
âMerlinâŠâ James muttered underneath his breath, Regulus looked down and blushed as he tried not to instinctively close his legs.
âYouâre so wet.â Regulus whined quietly as he closed his eyes. âJames, donât say that.â He was so embarrassed.
âBut you areâŠand youâre so hardâŠâ he added as his fingertip brushed against his boyfriendâs hard clit, which make Regulus shiver.
âJamesâŠâ he almost begged, he was going to be so embarrassed about being this needy.
James could feel how needy his boyfriend was and he didnât waste any time in diving in between the maleâs legs, his tongue slowly rubbed along the maleâs slit.
James moaned as he tasted Regulus, he couldnât believe someone could taste that good.
Slowly he wrapped his lips around Regulusâ hard clit, gently sucking him off.
Regulus was a moaning mess, his mind fuzzy at how good the other was making him feel.
The younger maleâs finger moved to the back of Jamesâ head, pulling his closer against his cunt.
âFuck!â Regulus moaned loudly, not even caring if someone was to hear them.
James kept sucking off his boyfriend as if he was starving, the male tasted too good and he wasnât ready to stop but Regulus felt his body tense soon as he gripped tightly onto the sheets underneath them.
Regulus didnât take long to come, he did so with a loud moan as he pulled James closer.
James slowly pushed his tongue inside Regulusâ hole as the other rode off his orgasm before slowly pulling away.
Regulusâ muscles slowly relaxed as James pulled himself up and laid down next to his boyfriend, pulling Regulus into a warm embrace before they would both end up falling asleep.
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why NauseAxe_404 loves your writing so muchâŠ
based on this silly tweet, Iâm gonna use âNickâ for this- for ease of writing (and for my poor poor hands.)
no pronouns but âyouâ- little post cuz I havenât written in a while.- use of the in-game website: "Dumblr", no it's not a typo;-; Proshippers DNI
word count: 878
content warning: brief explanations of canon violence, creepy stalker-ish behavior (NOTHING SEXUAL ATTACHED), Nick being a weirdo honestly.
vvv that isn't my art, and this entire writing is a fanfic for a game " Monster x Mediator" made by HeadLocker! I really recommend playing the game or watching the gameplay, cuz it's really fantastic!
Story under cut :3
Nickâs in love with your writingâŠ(if you already couldnât tell), but itâs difficult for you to understand why.
Usually, when you'd open up your laptop, it was after a tough shift at your crap job and you just wanted to do something to fill in the time after dinner and before bed. It was always on the shorter side, 100 words each, and was normally just a quick and crappy self-insert fic to satisfy your creative urges from doing a boring-ass job all day. You never really thought your tiny one-shots would attract any attention, but the man you've been staying with proves otherwise.
"NauseAxe_404" is what he called himself, but you've just been calling him 'Nick' for now. He had been reading your old Dumblr blog for who knows how long, and he's taken a major interest in your little shitposts...So much, so that he had taken the time to print out every single one of your posts and personal information pinned to his room's walls. It's extremely creepy...but also sort of charming?
For the last few days or so, you've been held in Nick's hotel room, practically glued to a desk with a typewriter...slowly making your way through a 100-paged fic that he specifically requested of you. Though you technically could stand up and leave...you'd really prefer for your skull to stay in one piece...and not have a bullet put through your temple.
Nick has been staring at you almost the entire time...which only certified in your mind that he is not human. Every time you turn to see if he's still there...like an unmoving fortress, he always is. It's been a solid 8+ hours of you sitting there and writing...and your stomach starts to emit loud sounds of hunger. You pray he didn't hear that, and continue to type away at the dated machine. However, to your dismay, his deep voice chimes in.
"...What page are you on...?"
Nick asks, seemingly trying to speak quietly for you, but his naturally booming voice isn't giving you any favors.
"...uhm..."
You take a moment to review what you have done...it doesn't look like much but it feels like it took AGES to write out...
"About...10? It's not a-"
"That's wonderful, Superstar!"
He cuts you off just as you begin to speak.
Of course, he's going to be ecstatic. You can't fathom why he seems to be so hopelessly in love with whatever you slap on the paper. You're curious..so you begin to speak.
"...uhm...Nick...why do you..take interest in my writing?"
You softly speak, trying to be careful with your words...you can't afford to overstimulate this man.
For a chatty guy...Nick was oddly silent at the ask of this questionâŠor at least for a few seconds.
âI was trying to find a way to ease the boredom and loneliness of this fucking hotel, soâŠhuffâŠI joined Dumblr and started to search for writingâŠthat wasâŠhuffâŠ.purposefulâŠand that could fix me..â
No way in hell your crackfics could change this man...He must've come out of the womb like that. (or...however the hell he was made..)
"...I came across your first post years ago..huff...and fell in love with the way you wrote your love interest....huff...I knew you were talking about me when I wrote all those comments~"
You never looked at comments due to embarrassment...and you honestly didn't think anyone would even care to comment in the first place.
"....you weren't responding to me...huff...so I might've found everything about you in the meantime...huff...just so I could notice you in a crowd...I always will~"
Okay, now it's getting creepy. You hope that by just turning back around and continuing to write maybe he'd shut up...You guess it's sorta your fault for striking up a conversation with the creep.
"All the other writers don't know shit about writing...huff...1k word counts...huff...long and complicated stories that don't make any fucking sense..."
There goes the rambles. You stop typing for a moment to process what the hell he just said. He either is really balls-deep into this fantasy of you being a perfect human...or he's just trying to fluff you up so you'll continue writing for him. He's really delusional, that's it. It's seriously hard to believe your crap was life-changing for Nick.
âSimplicity is the most important partâŠhuffâŠnot describing some stupid walk sequence for 3 sentencesâŠhuffâŠitâs a waste of space..â
"....maybe you just like simpler writing...?"
You softly reply, yet again praying that you didn't accidentally strike a chord with this guy. He stares you down, and even if you aren't looking back at him, you can still feel the burning of his eyes on the back of your head.
"That's possible."
Oh, it's highly probable. He gets so emotional over the tiniest bit of anything, so...He just doesn't need too many words to evoke a reaction...It checks out because you also like to write a straight-to-the-point sorta piece.
"but don't let your mind wander for...huff...too long...my superstar...you've got at least 90+ pages to go~"
Shit, he was right...time to get back to work.
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DEVOUR ME, LOVE
(James x Regulus)
written by: Han Espiritu
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James Potter had always been a hazard, but Regulus Black had always been a silhouette. A wraith lurking in the corridors of Grimmauld Place, a whisper in the dark corners of the world. Yet somehow, James had chased him, hunted him, and nowâ
Now Regulus was the one pressed against the rough bark of a tree deep in the Forbidden Forest, breathless, wild-eyed, and utterly wrecked by the Gryffindor before him.
James' lips were red from kissing, his pupils blown wide with something far too hungry to be called merely affection. His hands, firm and steady, were braced on either side of Regulus' face, thumbs brushing against his sharp cheekbones, his mouth curled in a smirk that was entirely too self-satisfied.
âYouâre absolutely feral, Starlight.â James' voice was husky, teasing, yet there was something reverent in the way he looked at him, as if Regulus were the night sky itselfâdark, endless, impossible to tame.
Regulus scoffed, tilting his chin up even though he was panting. âAnd yet youâre the one who dragged me out here like some beast youâre planning to break.â
James grinned, sharp and wicked. âI donât break things I love.â
The words landed heavy between them, thick and unshakable, like an unspoken promise. Regulusâ throat worked as he swallowed, heart hammering against his ribs. He hated James. He loved James. He wanted to sink his teeth into him and never let go.
âYou always talk too much,â Regulus hissed, and then he was surging forward, fingers tangled in Jamesâ hair, biting at his lower lip, desperate and raw. James groaned into his mouth, catching him, steadying him, before slamming him back against the tree with a force that left Regulus gasping.
Jamesâ fingers ghosted over his ribs, sliding under the hem of his shirt, teasing over pale, scarred skin. âYou always pretend you donât want this,â he murmured against his jaw, pressing a kiss just below his ear, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin. âBut I know you, Reg. I know you burn for this.â
Regulus shivered, cursing under his breath. He was fire and ice, all sharp edges and desperate longing. And James wasâJames was warmth, the sun itself, relentless and all-consuming. He didnât just touch, he worshipped, kissed as if he could map out every inch of Regulusâ being and call it his own.
âFuck, Jamieââ Regulus gasped as Jamesâ hands wandered lower, gripping his hips, dragging him closer, pressing their bodies together until the heat between them was unbearable. Regulus arched against him, nails digging into Jamesâ shoulders, a whimper escaping his lips before he could bite it back.
James growled, pressing his forehead against Regulusâ. âSay that again.â
Regulus swallowed hard, his breath coming in ragged pants. âJamieââ
Jamesâ mouth was on him again, hot and all-consuming, his hands roaming greedily, possessively. He rolled his hips against Regulus, drawing a sharp moan from his throat, swallowing the sound like a man starved.
âFucking hell, Starlight,â James muttered against his skin, dragging his teeth over Regulusâ collarbone, sucking a mark there, making sure Regulus would feel him long after this was over. âYouâre driving me mad.â
Regulus tilted his head back, exposing his throat, surrendering in a way he never had before. âThen do something about it, Potter.â
James grinned against his skin, his fingers tightening on Regulusâ hips as he whispered, âOh, love, you have no idea what youâve just asked for.â
James didnât give him a moment to rethink it. His hands slid down to the backs of Regulusâ thighs, lifting him effortlessly against the tree, pressing their bodies flush. Regulus gasped, fingers clenching in Jamesâ unruly hair, tilting his head to capture his lips again in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue, raw and desperate.
âYou feel fucking perfect,â James groaned, his grip firm as he pressed his knee between Regulusâ thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from him. âSo needy for me.â
Regulusâ breath hitched, his head falling back against the bark as Jamesâ mouth trailed lower, lips tracing a path down his throat, his collarbone, the sensitive dip between his ribs. âShut up and keep going,â he muttered, voice wrecked and breathless.
James laughed, low and warm, his hands sliding under Regulusâ shirt, lifting it over his head and tossing it aside. He kissed along his chest, slow and teasing, while his fingers trailed along the waistband of his trousers, making Regulus shiver. âYou love when I talk, Starlight,â James murmured, pressing a kiss just above his navel before looking up at him with dark, wicked eyes. âYou love when I tell you how fucking gorgeous you are.â
Regulus sucked in a sharp breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. âJamesââ
âTell me you want me,â James demanded, his voice low and commanding, his grip possessive as he pressed even closer, their bodies a tangled mess of heat and tension.
Regulus, always stubborn, bit his lip, refusing to give James the satisfaction. But James was relentless. His lips brushed against Regulusâ ear, his breath hot as he whispered, âTell me, or Iâll make you beg.â
A shudder racked through Regulus, his fingers digging into Jamesâ shoulders. His pride was a fragile thing, but James knew exactly how to unravel him.
âI want you,â Regulus finally admitted, voice barely more than a whisper. âI fucking want you, Jamie.â
James groaned, kissing him hard, hands gripping him tight as he pressed him further into the tree, his touch desperate, possessive. âThatâs all you had to say, love.â
And then James was goneâonly to return a moment later, his mouth trailing lower, his touch setting Regulus alight, until all he could do was gasp and clutch at him, lost in the heat of it all, lost in James.
Because James Potter didnât just take. He consumed.
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NINE-TENTHS
Colin Levesque is at loose ends. He's finished university, but has no career; he adores romance novels, but he's crap at relationships; and his prickliness is a detriment at the café where he's making ends meet. He also has a crush on his regular Dav, a homo draconis who comes in every morning to read his newspaper, sip his double-strong coffee, and stare longingly at Colin in return.
So it figures that the day Colin gets up the courage to do something about the sexual tension simmering between them, he also learns that Dav has an embarrassing habit of hiccupping fire when he's nervous. Which, in this case, destroys the fancy custom-made bean roaster. When Dav volunteers to take over the coffee roasting with his fire-breath, being squished together in the hot, cramped kitchen leads to even hotter kisses.
Everything's finally happening for Colinâuntil people start claiming the dragon-roasted coffee has cured their genetic ailments. As their budding relationship struggles under the scrutiny of scientists and media, the hype around the coffee leads the lovers to be inducted into a centuries-old conspiracy: dragon-roasted food has always healed humans. And the most powerful draconic nobles have been withholding this symbiotic advantage to keep themselves on top. Colin and Dav are determined to expose the truth, but if they're not careful, their objections could goad power-mad monarchs into destroying everything they hold dear.
Including each other.
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Quick question about A, especially for all my beloved mutuals who are on the ace spectrum:
What do you think A "suddenly" (I suppose it's not sudden, but I can't find another word that fits this context right now) feeling sexual attraction towards the detective (or Nđ or any other pairing with A you have in mindđ) would look like? Or...feel like, for them?
Do you think it would be different if they had never experienced that kind of attraction before? And if they did, would it still be surprising or unexpected for them considering they've gone 900 years (or maybe 600 if we're going with the A x N ship) without that feeling at all? Would it be an "Oh...oh" type of moment lol, like a more gradual thing that kind of snuck up on them, or would they be able to identify what it is immediately?
And what would that look like from the perspective of A's love interest?
(Please let me know if my wording is even slightly acephobic, I'll rework this question as much as I can to make sure it isn't because I do not tolerate queerphobia of any kind and I'd hate to post something that perpetuates itâ€ïž)
#I'm thinking about writing a thing - or just including a thing in some of my zuri x adam fics that implements his demisexuality#and I think I might be on the right track but I'd love to hear everyone's thoughts#I personally think book 3 is when this could happen because of how much A opens up#and if I'm talking zuri specific things - she does let herself be vulnerable around him for the first time in book 3#(I still haven't finished that mxm - I got stuck and started wondering if it would be more impactful to write it from zuri's perspective -#( - because she'd be actively choosing to be vulnerable and that is a big deal for her)#there's also a little mini series I wanna write of them going on drives a little more regularly (I think I've mentioned this before)#specifically in that period of time when the detective is taken out of the field (I can't remember how long its for though nglđ)#anyway yes please please share your thoughts!#twc#the wayhaven chronicles#a du mortain#adam du mortain
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Sharing is Caring [3.5: ChanLix]
ËÊBang Chan x Lee FelixÉË
ËÊâĄÉË summary: Chris comes home to a seemingly empty dorm, ready to relax and relieve the stress from the day away. Though... he really didn't expect to relieve it like this.
ËÊâĄÉË word count: 5.6k (don't look at me.)
ËÊâĄÉË warnings: member x member content: dont like dont interact <3 (you can also block the #mxm tag), lots of yapping (if you cant already tell by the word count), mentions of poly relationships (specifically skz x female and felix x han), dom!channie and sub-slightly bratty lix hehe, brat taming, slightly meandom chris?, brief mention of chris having a solo-jerking off session, lots of jerking off, multiple rounds, overstimulation, unprotected sex, slight dubcon? (felix says wait a few times but he doesnât really mean it), i thiiiink thats it?
ËÊâĄÉË notes: this took waaaaay too long for me to get out LMFAO but i finally got it done!!! small update on this series: i think im going to make an ot8 x reader (with a mxm sub chapter lol) and then close out this series >.< i wanna keep writing for it but i just have a jumbled mess of mxm ideas so i think i finish with ot8 and decide later on what to do
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The events of that first Friday night had haunted Chris. But not in a bad way. It was more so that he hadnât expected any of his members to⊠explore each other in that way. Even after they all had agreed to the polyamorous relationship, he didnât expect anybody to make moves on each other. Let alone the fact that they had done it prior to the main relationships starting.
Though, the more he thought about it, the more sense it made that it was the sunshine twins out of everyone. They got along great, both in public and in the comfort of privacy, and he could recall certain times where rather suspicious looks between the two were exchanged before they disappeared not to be heard from for an hour.
And he sure as hell canât deny how hard he gets at the imagery of what these encounters would look like between the two. Especially not when his jeans manage to get tighter and tighter as the seconds pass and more visions flood in about the smallest two of the group.
But all of this comes to a halt as he takes the final step to be in front of his door. He blinks a few times, not realizing that he had indeed gone up the elevator and walked through the hallway to get to his dorm amidst all his daydreaming. He sighs loudly and digs for his keys in his pocket
Aside from those dirty thoughts lingering, it was eerily quiet as he walks through the hallways of the dorm. He simply assumed that Hyunjin had taken their girlfriend and left the dorm, so he didnât bother to check the youngerâs room. Instead, he just beelined it for his bedroom and closed the door as fast as possible.
He all but tossed his bags on the floor and threw himself onto his bed, exhausted after the hours and hours he had spent in the studio fighting with countless tracks that he just couldnât seem to get right. He laid there like a pile of bones until he eventually pushed off the bed and forced his way to his dresser. A small pile of clothes is picked out and his robe is grabbed before he mozeyd his way to his shower.
The water is much colder than usual. Itâs just barely tolerable but he hopes that it will break down his nasty thoughts, so he sits under the water for much longer than he usually would have. The water trickles down his toned back and he takes a few deep breaths as the last few hours replay in his head.
Han and Changbin had sent him home early, they could tell something was on his mind and he was more distracted than usual. Heâd never admit that it was thanks to the youngest in the room, so he kept quiet and just brushed it off. But after a few hours of working and the two other producers trying to get him to talk about it, and failing, they told him to just go home and relax.
They promised to take care of everything as long as he went home and de-stressed. âMaybe even ask Bunny for help.â He sighs as Changbinâs words replay in his mind. It wasnât a bad idea⊠A very specific type of release sounded pretty good right about now but considering she wasnât around, he was at a standstill.
Either he takes care of himself and prays that itâs enough to satisfy him, or he waits however long he has to for his girlfriend to return home and ask her to help him out. And he decided on the latter. Though, part of him hoped the thoughts would go away naturally during the cold shower.
But once the water becomes unbearable and heâs still plagued with the same images from earlier, he grows even more frustrated. He subconsciously rolls his eyes and groans as he shuts the water off, forcing himself out of the shower. He doesnât bother tying the robe, he just slides his arms through the sleeves and wears it wide open as he walks over to his bed and plops down onto it.
Welp. Plan B.
Some minutes later, his cock aches as he jerks himself off with nothing but thoughts of a certain blonde boy on his knees below him. As if itâs actually happening, his legs spread wider and his hips buck up into his hand. His whole body shivers as his thumb runs through his slit, some of the precum spreading around his tip and making his eyes roll into the back of his skull.
Chan feels like he has no control of his body as he throws his head back and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. He finally allows himself to make a noise- a quiet whine escaping his throat as his stomach clenches, his orgasm right on its cusp.
Then, a sudden, loud knock on his bedroom door makes him jump out of his skin, and his head spins as his hand flies away from his cock, his orgasm already fading away. He wasnât expecting any visitors and, as far as he was aware, the dorm was completely empty aside from him.
He wholeheartedly thought about ignoring it, hoping that the unknown person would just leave. But then, an all too familiar deep voice calls out to him from the other side of the door, making his arm hairs stick up. âChannie-hyung, are you there? You wanted to talk?â
His eye and his dick twitches and he stares at the door in awe, jaw dropped on the floor. Speak of the devil. He immediately covers himself with the robe, tying it half-assed and rushing to call out to the boy. âY-Yeah! Come in.â
The door knob turns and Chris almost moans at the sight of Felix clad in a tank top and shorts. Even the slightest semblance of skin would send him spiraling but seeing so much of it, and seeing the outline of his entire torso through this tight shirt makes his dick twitch against his robe.
âEarth to Chris~ Hello?âÂ
âAh! Sorry, mate..â He clears his throat and tears his eyes away from the youngerâs chest. âWhatâs up?â
Felixâs face starts to burn red and he smiles knowingly, but he bites his laugh back and repeats his sentence with a more teasing tone. âA little birdy said that you wanted to talk to me about something~â
Chris blinks a few times, staying quiet as he rummages through his foggy brain for an explanation. âAh! Right- UhâŠâ He scratches the back of his neck and saunters over to take a seat directly next to him, shivering when Felix leans in and their thighs touch.
âUhâŠâ Chan rakes his mind as he tries to find the right words, but they donât come. So he opts to simply explain himself and then hopefully find the right wording. âSo. First things first- I donât want to make you uncomfortable so if this crosses a line, we won't speak about it ever again.â Felixâs eyebrow twitches up in curiosity and he nods slowly.Â
âSo⊠Han told me about the two of you.â Felix chuckles and mumbles out a quiet, teasing âYeah?â that makes Chrisâ head spin. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to hold himself back from moaning as Felixâs voice meets his ears again. âActually⊠Han and I spoke the night you three hooked up with our angel, so I know that he told you.â
Felix smiles at the wide eyes he gets in response, but he continues nonetheless. âIt doesnât make me uncomfortable. In fact-â He leans forward even more, placing a hand on Chrisâ thigh and smirking to himself when the older man whimpers, barely audible. âIn fact, I think itâs pretty hot.â
He leans forward all the way and lays his cheek on Chrisâ shoulder, hand sneaking up his thigh more and more. His breath is hot on the olderâs neck and Chris has to physically bite back yet another moan. He can't, however, bite back the strong twitch from the prominent bulge in his robe.
Felix smiles to himself and tests the limits further, ghosting his hand along Chanâs bulge before walking his fingers up his torso. âWeâve spoken about it before, you know?â Chanâs breath gets caught in his throat but he hums in acknowledgement, signaling Felix to continue. âHe told me how big and pretty your dick was. And how submissive you made him feel~. âSaid you were a real good Daddy.â
This time a moan breaks through and falls past Chrisâ lips in a low tone, his legs twitching and arms shaking as he leans back onto them and gives Felix more space to work with. âShit- Really?â It comes out desperate and deep, to the point where it riles up Felix in all the right ways.
âMhm. Made me want a go.â Chanâs eyes snap open and he turns his head to meet the youngerâs gaze. Their faces are inches apart and he can feel his composure fading away with each second. âY-You- Yeah?â
Felix doesnât bother holding back the breathy laugh that comes out. He just nods with his cheek curling up in a smirk. His hand is on Chrisâ collarbone at this point and he traces small circles into the sweaty skin there.
The air is heavy as silence fills the room, but Felix doesnât seem bothered by it. He has a small smile on his face as he continues to tease Chanâs neck with his finger tips. This goes on for a few more seconds as the eldest takes many deep breaths, doing everything in his power to calm his racing heart down. After he finally calms himself down, he finds it in himself to hype himself up.
âSo⊠you want me as bad as I want you?â Felixâs ears start turning red as he nods slowly, lips still pulled up in a smile. Chris only bites his lip, racking his brain for the smallest amount of confidence so he can take control of the situation. The continued silence from the younger man gives him an idea and he finally makes a move, settling his hand on Felixâs cheek to start. His thumb strokes the freckles there and he can feel his confidence grow when the younger melts into his touch.
âMmmm⊠And if Han told you about what happened that night, then I would have hoped he told you that I donât like brats.â Felixâs smirk finally falters and he nods at the older, eyes glossy as they look up at him. Chris sighs and his hand trails down to Felixâs neck where he squeezes it experimentally. âThen⊠You should know better than to not use your words. Right?â Felix exhales deeply and nods again before catching himself.
âYes⊠Sorry.â
Chrisâ chest swells with the confidence that he needed and he squeezes his hand again, watching as Felixâs eyes flutter closed. âWhat is all this for, then? Youâre trying to slut yourself out to me?â Felix shivers and doesnât answer right away, making Chris squeeze his hand tighter and wait until their eyes meet again to loosen the hold. âHuh?â
âYes, I-â He takes a deep breath, âI want you to play with me- like you did with Hannie.â The second the confirmation left his mouth, Chris wastes no time and shoves his lips against Felixâs. The hand around his neck stays there almost possessively as their tongues breach each otherâs mouths. They moan into the kiss as Felixâs hands move to Chanâs biceps. Heâs gotten so big recently, and Felix couldn't lie about how hot and bothered it got him.
The information would have to pried from their cold, dead hands, but neither Han nor Felix could deny that they both got off on just how muscular their members have become recently. Even when they would âhave funâ with just each other, they tended to bring up one of their members and their sexy bodies.
Itâs not until their lungs burn that they pull away from each other. But even then, Chris is already so pent up from weeks of fantasizing, and that mixed with his orgasm getting denied just minutes prior leads to needy impatience. So he, again, wastes no time. He pushes Felix onto the bed by his shoulder and crawls on top of him, sinking his hands and his knees into his mattress as he hovers over him.
His knee pushes up against Felixâs cock through his shorts and his thick lips latch onto Felixâs neck, making the boy moan louder than he expected himself to. He goes to react and cover his mouth with the back of his hand, but Chris reacts faster. He reaches up to capture both of Felixâs small wrists in one of his hands and pins them above his head.
âWhat happened to wanting to play like Hannie? You know, he was really well behaved then.â Felix whines at first at the gruffness in Chanâs voice, but eventually laughs through it once he realizes what he said. âMmm⊠I hate to be the one to tell you, but Hannie and I arenât exactly well behaved in bed. Even to each other. You just got lucky.â
Chanâs hands falter and Felix laughs out loud when he hears the quiet âMore brats? Are you fucking kidding meâŠâ Chris sighs loudly and rubs circles into Felixâs hip as can already feel the future headaches coming on. But, obviously, now is not the time for that. Especially not when he has one of said brats at his disposal, with their consent to play.
âYouâre really gonna make me fight for this? Donât even wanna try being my good boy?â Felixâs eyes shimmer at the pet name and he quickly finds himself in a dilemma. âYouâve been on my mind all fucking week. If you seriously canât find it in you to be good, Iâm not going to hold back when I fuck you like a whore.â Felix shivers and his leg kicks up as Chanâs knee pushes against him harder.Â
Their lips lock and Chrisâ hands move to trail up and down his body, from ghosting over his chest to sliding up under his shirt just to rake his dull nails down Felixâs stomach. Then they drop lower and tug Felixâs shorts down just enough so that his V-line is on display. As he tugs the shorts down, he kisses down Felixâs throat, making a pit stop there to leave dark hickeys into his skin.
Felixâs hips buck up and Chris indulges him by running his hands on his hips, squeezing them in appreciation before swinging around to knead his ass, spreading him through his shorts just to push them back together.
âPretty thing. You really gonna let me play with you?â Felix nods eagerly and whimpers when Chris yanks his shirt over his head and then kisses down his chest.
âH-Hyung..â Chris only smiles in response. He bites his lip and looks Felix up and down once more, ghosting his hands over the younger boyâs hip bone.
âHmmm?â
âPlease take them off! I need you so bad.â Chris isnât one to tolerate being bossed around, but he did ask nicely with a cute little comment at the end, so he lets it slide this time. He tugs Felixâs shorts down to his ankles as he nibbles on his hip. When he pulls away, his eyes widen at the sight of Felix being completely bare now- his pretty cock twitching just inches from his face.
âFelix⊠Where is your underwear, baby.â Felixâs face flushes and he smiles sideways.
âWe played a little before you got home. Hyunjin and I made her squirt like two hours ago.â Chanâs eyebrow cocks and he slowly nods with a smirk.
âGood jobâŠâ Chris mutters under his breath. He kisses Felixâs waist and squeezes his hips, humming against his skin as he appreciates the youngerâs smaller form. âCanât wait to fuck this pretty little ass.~â
Chris reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a small bottle of lube, spurting some onto his fingers before poking at Felixâs puckering hole. He slides a finger in all too easily, and for a moment the thought of somebody other than Han getting Felixâs ass before him. He frowns at the thought, jealousy filling his veins, and he shoves that finger in to the knuckle suddenly, almost as a punishment for Felix.
The younger moans high-pitched and keens, his back arching off the bed. Chris smiles and nibbles at Felixâs stomach, leaving hickies all along his v-line. Felix already feels so full by the time Chris adds his second finger, then even more when a third gets added- stretching Felix out more than his small fingers ever had. Or Hanâs fingerâs for that matter.
He revels in the stretch for some time, rolling his hips back and forth onto the knobby fingers that dig into his walls. As heâs doing this, Chris sneaks his other hand from palming his cock through his robe in favor of wrapping around Felixâs base, squeezing it softly before starting to stroke him slowly.
âWas it just Han?â He gives Felix time to answer, understanding that it can be overwhelming, but when the boy stays quiet he curls his fingers roughly, digging perfectly into Felixâs prostate and making him cry out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
âI asked you a question, Lix.â Chanâs fingers speed up as his other hand focuses on tight, long strokes, causing Felixâs eyes to flutter shut as he moans and clenches around the fingers inside of him.
âY-Yes just him! I swear! I havenât- ah! I havenât talked to any of the others about it yet.â Chanâs eyebrows perk up and he smirks, ââYetâ?â He laughs and pulls his fingers out, manhandling the younger boy to flip over and lay on his stomach instead.
Heâs in the process of sliding his robe off when Felix starts to wiggle around too much for Chanâs liking, so he tsks and sends his palm onto the flesh of Felixâs ass. The younger yelps and halts his movements, allowing Chris to take hold of his wrists and pin them to his lower back.
Chris whistles and massages the reddening flesh of Felixâs ass, admiring just how red it got from one small spank. His tongue poked the side of lip as he grew distracted with thoughts of making them even more red, but was brought back down to earth by the whines coming from below him.
He shushes Felix and tightens the grip on his wrists. Then he moves his hand down to pump himself a few times, even putting a show onto circle his tip around Felixâs rim, much to the youngerâs dismay.
âM-Man⊠Chris hurry the hell u-â Heâs interrupted by a yelp caused by the much harsher slap to the same ass cheek as before. Chris huffs and his hand comes down on Felixâs other ass cheek, making the boy twitch with a whimper.
âLose the âtude.â Chris finally pushes in, moving his hands to hold onto Felixâs hip in order to lift his ass up higher, making him rest on his knees instead of being flat on his stomach. Once heâs nearly bottomed out all the way, he gives Felix some time to get used to the feeling of being full and slithers that same hand down his stomach so he can wrap his hand around Felixâs dick.
âOh my g-od⊠âSo big-â His veiny hand pumps slowly, making the younger moan and clench harder around him, and making himself groan in response. âH-Hyung.. Please move. I-I canât-â Chris hushes him, placing a kiss on his shoulder as he starts to move slowly. Felix shakes and arches his back, heâs still sensitive from the orgasm he had earlier and he canât help but clench even harder at feeling so much fuller than heâs used to.
âF-Fuck.. Youâre so tight Lix. You gotta relax, baby.â
Felix shivers and tightens his hands in the sheets as Chris squeezes his hips and thrusts his hips upwards experimentally. When Felix moans and arches his back, Chris moves to rest on his forearms near the younger boyâs head, nails digging into the sheets as his hips gradually grow rougher and rougher. He moves cautiously though, eyes locked onto Felixâs as the younger shakes beneath him.
Every time Chris bottoms out, Felixâs voice cracks in a moan. His small hands release the sheets in favor of digging his nails into Chrisâ forearm. âChannie!â Chan responds by slamming his hips against Felixâs, bottoming out in one fell swoop. âUse your words, baby. Be a big boy and tell me what you want.â
âI need it faster Hyung- Please-â Chris fixes his posture and uses the grip on Felixâs hips to pull him backward. Then he slams his hips forward and pulls Felix back onto him at the same time, making the man below him silently scream. He repeats this action, harshly fucking into Felix and pulling him back onto him with each thrust.
Felix is drooling onto the sheets at this point, and Chris can feel his sanity slipping from him as he relishes in the feeling of Felixâs heat around his cock. Chrisâ jaw drops and he breathes heavily as Felixâs ass milks him dry, his own cock twitching as it drips cum onto Chrisâ sheets.Â
They stay there for a moment, catching their breaths and calming down from their orgasms. Chris is the first to recover, pulling out of Felix slowly as if to tease him further. Felix shivers and swats his hand back at Chris with a whine. The older man laughs and holds him still until heâs finally out all the way, then his hands on Felixâs hips move to his ass cheeks, spreading him open and allowing him to watch his cum drip out of Felixâs gaping hole.
Felixâs head is still spinning, so he canât bring himself to complain at Chrisâ heavy gaze. He barely notices when heâs pulled to his feet, the only thing ground him being Chrisâ thick lips pushing against his. Itâs a short, sweet kiss. Just one that Chris used to make sure Felix was ok.
Once heâs sure, he leads Felix to his bathroom and digs in the cabinets for a washcloth to clean the younger man with. When he finds one and turns back around, his cock twitches back to life at the sight of Felix studying the hickeys and little red marks- soon to be bruises- on his hips. With a smile on his face.
Chris feels his cock twitch at the sight and he finds himself slowly stalking towards the bathroom mirror where he settles himself behind Felix, his arms wrapping around the younger's waist. Felixâs smile doesnât falter as they make eye contact and Chris acts before he thinks, grinding his hips against Felixâs ass as his lips latch onto the boyâs shoulder.
Felixâs eyes widen and he laughs in disbelief, âYouâre hard again??â Chris giggles against his skin and bites down, angling his hips to push his cock between Felixâs ass cheeks. âI wasnât lying when I said youâve been on my mind all week. âBeen dreaming about fucking your brains out.â
One of Felixâs eyebrows cocks up and he bites his lips to hide his smirk, his inner brat coming back out now that he can think straight. âWho said you fucked my brains out? Last I checked I can still think properly.â Chrisâ eyes roll in faux annoyance and he closes his eyes for a second, opening them back up with a fire in them as he pulls away from the new hickey he just left.
âReally?â
Felix smiles and reaches out to turn on the water for the washcloth, not expecting much more out of Chris right now considering he just came an insane amount inside of him- the cum still dripping down his thighs as they speak.
What he didnât account for was how pent up Chris was. He didnât know how bad his cock has ached the last few weeks for him, or how distracted and frustrated heâs been at work- unable to focus on anything but the thoughts of Felix below him at his mercy.
Chris doesnât have much patience at this point, and even less self control, so itâs no surprise to himself when he angles Felix forward just slightly and slides a hand between them to slide his tip into the younger boyâs hole. It surprises Felix though, and his eyes roll into the back of his head as Chris sinks in all the way, his balls hitting his ass in the process
âW-Wait- Hyung-?â Felixâs fingers dig into the counter as Chris starts moving right off the bat. Heâs had multiple orgasms in the last few hours and he can feel himself slipping into some sort of subspace as Chrisâ hands sneak a tight grip into his hair.
âHm. For somebody whoâs ânot fucking your brains out,â you sure look like a brainless slut on my cock.â Felix moans loudly at Chrisâ mean words, even more so at how unbothered he sounds, and his eyes snap open. His eyes quickly fall to the mirror in front of him and he shivers at the reminder of the hickeys littering his neck, feeling like heâs been claimed of sorts.
Chrisâ eyes meet his in the mirror and he shakes aggressively when Chris thrusts harshly, his hand wrapping around Felixâs base at the same time. His hands move fast and Felix cries out as his orgasm builds insanely fast out of nowhere, the stinging feeling on his head only egging him on further. His body doesnât give him anytime to warn Chris as he cums suddenly, his cock spurting onto the counter and some onto Chrisâ hand.
He can see the smirk grow on Chris face, but his overstimulated body could care less about that, only focused on the squeeze around his cock. His own hand bolts down to Chrisâ and he moans at the difference in the size of them. He wraps his hand around Chrisâ wrist instead and tries to pull him away, only for Chris to squeeze him tighter and growl into his ear.
âWait...â Felix shakes his head as tears prick his eyes. Chris would normally stop himself and allow the other person some time to breathe, but he feels this is a sufficient punishment for Felix trying to brat out- just for him to fail anyway.
The hand in his hair moves in favor of pinching his nipples and Felixâs eyes roll shut at the extra attention on his body. His legs shake almost nonstop and he can barely hold himself up. But despite all the overstimulation, his hips still push back against Chrisâ, making the older man huff out a laugh.
Soon enough Chrisâs hand releases Felixâs cock, allowing him to breathe for a moment, and only a moment, because that hand digs into the muscles on Felixâs thigh and lifts it up. He angles his leg to rest his knee on the counter, allowing Chris to thrust even deeper now.
âChris⊠Iâm- shit!â His head drops and his arms shake, struggling to hold himself up. The new depth mixed with the sensitivity of his entire body makes Felix clench constantly around Chris.
âGonna cum again, angel? âS Channie gonna make you cum again?â His voice wavers as he talks, his own orgasm dangerously close.
Felixâs chest heaves as he cums and Chris follows, a string of curses leaving his lips as he pushes them against Felixâs jawline. As he continues fucking into Felix to ride out his orgasm, Felix cums again, this time with a desperate cry that makes his voice crack and the tears in his eyes finally fall. Chris pulls out suddenly and holds Felix tightly against his chest as he jerks the younger off, making him convulse in his hold.
He whimpers and digs his nails into any part of Chris that he can reach, leaving red marks in his handâs wake. He only calms down once Chris releases him fully, causing him to sob quietly at the overstimulation.
âYou okay?â Felix nods slowly and leans back, putting all his weight on Chris as he feels his mind hovering elsewhere. Chris recognizes the general signs of subspace all too easily, having already experienced it multiple times with their girlfriend, and he chuckles lowly. âShower time and then weâll cuddle to sleep.â
He leaves no room for disagreements, and even if Felix could talk, he wouldnât bother. So he simply holds onto Chris tightly as the older man washes his body off, being cautious when cleaning below his belly button. They only separate for a minute or so, so that Chris could wash himself off again, before theyâre stepping out of the shower.
Chris manages to dress Felix then himself in a few minutes, laughing to himself when Felix wobbles over to the bed and throws himself onto it. Felix whines loudly when Chris doesnât join him right away, and then again when he realizes Chris is trying to speed clean the mess they left.
âIâm coming, Iâm coming~â He giggles and hurriedly tosses their clothes into a combined pile out of the way before sliding under the sheets. âAnything hurt?â Chrisâs fingers soothe Felixâs scalp and the younger of the twoâs head bobs as he feels sleep pulling him. âUh-uhâ He doesnât bother shaking his head and just melts into the warm embrace.
âSleepyâŠâ
âGo to sleep, Lixie. Iâm not going anywhere, pinky promise.â
The morning after is colder than he expected. Chris wakes up to an empty bed, and the revelation makes his heart feel emptier than ever. He lifts his head briefly to scan the room, and then closes his eyes in relief when he sees Felixâs clothes still in a pile with his own clothes from last nightâs events. Then, the sound of familiar laughter coming from elsewhere in the apartment immediately comforts him.
âMorning sleepyhead. Care to explain why Felix came out of your room last night, in clothes that are deeeefinitely not his?â The shit eating smile on their girlfriend's face makes his face flush, even more so when he realized that Felix kept quiet in order to let him decide what to tell them. âNot well behavedâ my ass. Just gotta fuck the brat out of you.
He clears his throat to hide a laugh and shakes his head. âStraight to the point. Canât even let me have my morning coffee before I get interrogated?â She rolls her eyes at him but smiles and doesnât press further. âI expect details later!â She places a kiss on his cheek and then runs off to the living room to join Hyunjin in watching some artsy YouTube video, allowing Chris and Felix to have some space to talk.
âGood morning, Lix.â He leans over the younger man and husks out into his ear teasingly, caging him in with his arms planted on either side of the counter. âSlept well?â
âLike a fucking babyâŠâ Felixâs neck flushes and they both giggle quietly. âGood morning, though. Sorry I left you alone in bed, I heard them out here and got âFOMO.ââ
Chris smiles and shakes his head, âItâs ok, I was a bit sad but I guess itâs best to not lay in bed all morning.â Chris makes his coffee immediately after he separates from Felix, using the coffee they had made before he woke up to do so. He notices Felix doesnât leave him after that. Had he not known the boy for the last decade almost, he would have been confused as to why. But the nervous picking at his fingernails gives him away to his leader all too easily.
âSit with me? Whatâs on your mind, Lix?âÂ
He makes a face of surprise before smiling and shaking his head knowingly. âMight sound dumb, but I just wanna know- Like⊠So what now?â His voice drops almost to a whisper as he finds the confidence to ask such a heavy question, and heâs happy when he does when Chris smiles sweetly and tilts his head.
âNow⊠Youâre mine and Iâm yours.â Felix smiles and bites his lips, playing around with his fingers in excitement.
âMhm⊠What does this mean for everybody else then?â
âWhatever you want it to mean. Baby girl and Han will still love you the same as before- if anything the three of you might unite against me into some sort of fucking brat-brigade.â He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his coffee, smiling into the cup when Felix bursts out laughing.Â
âOh⊠And since weâre on the topic of âeverybody elseââŠâ Chris clears his throat and cracks his neck to shake the bits of shyness he feels. âLast night when you said you hadnât talked to any of the others âyetâ⊠Is that something you want?â
Felixâs face flushes and he laughs nervously. âYeah⊠I think so. Iâm not sure who would want me like that, but Iâd be open to all of them to be honest. I think Hannie feels the same, but I think we both know he has a favorite he would want the most.â Both men laugh and Chris scoots his chair closer to Felix.
Once heâs close enough, he slugs his arm around Felixâs shoulders and pulls the younger into him. âLet me help you then, yeah? Make your life a little easier.â Felixâs eyebrows widen and he snaps his head up to see a soft smile on Chanâs face followed by those thick lips pushing against his temple. âWhatever my babies want, my babies get.â
â...Even if that means conquering all of our friends in bed.â
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ANON. LET ME COOK WITH THIS ANON.
third time's the charm !?
miya atsumu x male reader
word count: 1.8k
atsumu's self proclaimed "flirting" doesn't get him very far when the guy he's crushing on is absolutely clueless.
FEM ALIGNED DNI
atsumu miya is a fairly popular student. heâs quite well known among his classmates, and generally well liked. as a result, heâs grown a bit cocky. he considered himself a chick magnetâ osamu jokes that heâs actually just a manwhore, to atsumuâs dismayâ but the fact remains that he was attractive and he knew it, even if he never really acted on it. sure, he liked the attention, but when it came down to it, and osamu or suna ever prodded on why he didnât get with any of the countless people leaving love letters in his locker, he would simply say they were âdistractionsâ. his main focus was volleyball! heâd mess around here and there, but he would never take any of his little flings seriously. thatâs what heâs been telling himself. he knows he could get with anyone, and he prides himself on that. it gives him a sense of power; a sense of controlâ until a certain (name) (surname) joined his class.
the teen had transferred into inarizaki in the middle of second year, and while he knew of the âwonder twinsâ (he so aptly nicknamed them in his head) through friends and bits heâd seen online, he didnât care much for them. as far as he was concerned, they were just teenagers. athletes with admirable skill, sure, but teenagers nonetheless. just the same as he was.
atsumuâs been pulling his hair out over the past few weeks because of (name)â his previous logic going straight out the window with the new transfer student. any and all attempts that the setter made to drop hints were futile. the guy was, to put it simply, far too dense.
ATTEMPT ONE: HOMEROOM.
upon (nameâs) initial arrival, atsumuâs hooked immediately. itâs not like his introduction was anything crazy; the teacher called him in, he introduced himself, and sat down in the free seat next to suna and behind atsumu. but thereâs something so appealing about the teen that draws atsumu in. the setter turns around in his seat, his usual lazy grin sprawled across his face.
âhey there. nameâs miya atsumu,â he hums, before jutting a thumb towards the seat to (nameâs) left. âthat thereâs suna rintaro.â
the expected reaction, if you know who he isâ and heâs offended at the notion someone at his school potentially wouldnâtâ would be absolute joy and surprise. instead, the new student responds with a, âoh. youâre the volleyball guys, right? nice to meet you two.â
suna has to bite back a snort at atsumuâs expressionâ his jaw dropped, his eye twitching. thatâs it? âya know who i am, yeah?â he asks, regaining his composure immediately. âainât i impressive?â he drawls.
âi guess? yeah. youâve got impressive skill.â (name) responds, seemingly missing the way atsumu bristles at the lack of praise. he decides to flirt a little, wanting to throw this guy off his game.
âsince ya missed some of the curriculum already, i can help ya study. get ya caught up.â atsumu says. he catches the way (nameâs) face lights up and feels the pride bubbling in his chest. âreally? thatâd be such a big help! where should we meet up?â
âi was thinkinâ we could study at my place,â atsumu hums, voice a bit lower.
â. . . wouldnât it be more productive if we went to a library or cafe? i also donât wanna disturb your parents at all.â (name) replies. suna barks out a laugh, and atsumu shoves his shoulder. âshut it, suna!â he sputters.
âiâm definitely tellinâ âsamu this later,â the teen snickers, leaning back in his chair. âân turn around, âtsumu, the lessonâs startinâ.â
with a grumble, atsumu turns back to face the front, his arms crossed. thereâs no way he just got blown off like that . .
ATTEMPT TWO: VENDING MACHINE.
atsumu refused to give up, even after the relentless nagging from suna to âquit being a pussyâ lasted for weeks on end. the two of them sat together with osamu and ginjima on their lunch, a figure slumped over the table, groaning dramatically; the person being atsumu, of course.
âcould ya whine a lil quieter? iâve gotta finish my history assignment and yer beinâ distractinâ,â suna says, prodding at atsumuâs crunchy hairâ which only prompted another, longer, louder groan.
âi donât get it! how oblivious is this guy gonna be?!â atsumu whines, his cheek pressed against the cool table. his teammates were going to comment on how none of his attempts were straightforward in the slightest, but decided to let him wallow a bit longer. with a sigh, atsumu stands from his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets. he just needs to clear his head.
âdâyou guys want anything from the vending machine?â he asks. they tell him their respective requests, and he exits the cafeteria to find a free vending machine. as heâs wandering about, mind filled with thoughts and plans to get (name) to give in to his âflirtingâ, lo and behold, heâs right there, crouched in front of the vending machine. a pretty face contorted into a hardened expression, eyebrows furrowed as he scans the contents, before letting out a sigh and standing. he turns in the direction of atsumu, and he jumps a little.
âoh! miya-san, hey.â he hums. atsumu scoffs lightly at that, walking closer and leaning an arm against the edge of the vending machine. at this angle, he can see (nameâs) face perfectly, the light from the window on the other wall shining beautifully against his skin. it makes him feel giddy.
âi told ya, you can jusâ call me atsumu. drop the honorifics already, (name),â he drawls, his signature smirk on his face. âya grabbinâ a drink?â (name) nods. he frowns slightly, turning back to look at the vending machine. âi canât decide what to get, though. any suggestions?â
itâs almost like a lightbulb sparks above atsumuâs head. he has a perfect idea. leaning over (name), he comes closer to the glass dividing them and the drinks, purposefully drawing his face inches away from (name).
âhm,â he narrows his eyes, pretending to think about it, before pointing to a peach tea can, letting that same arm loosely wrap above the other teenâs shoulder. âthis peach teaâs pretty good. itâs sweet, just like you,â he says, adding that last part a little quieter.
this has to be it. (name) has to hear that and take the hint, atsumu thinks to himself. so when (name) turns, his face lighting up with joy, and he responds with, âthat sounds perfect, man! thank you!â he gawks at the teen's obliviousness as he punches in âD-3â on the keypad, sliding the coins in. the can falls down with a thud, and he takes it, walking off as he cracks it open and takes a sip.
atsumu really cannot catch a break.
ATTEMPT THREE: NATIONALS.
atsumu's been going at it in the gym for the entirety of his lunch break, practicing his serves, sending ball after ball over the net.
âiâm done!â atsumu sputters, his shoes squeaking as he jumps up, arms stretched out as he slams another volleyball across the court. it lands out, and he grits his teeth. âhe's impossible! he keeps actin' all buddy-buddy with me!â
osamu snorts at his brother's pouting. âso you'd rather (name) hate yer guts?â âthat's not what i meant!â he huffs childishly, kicking at the floor. âfuck it. iâm tellinâ âim! âsamu,â he whirls around to face his twin, jostling him by the shoulders.
âwhere would (name) be right now?â âwhy would i know that? it's lunch, check the classrooms.â osamu says dryly, shoving atsumu off of himself.
atsumu just nods, ignoring the action. like his life depends on it, he sprints out of the gym and towards the main building. through the side doors, past the lockers, up the stairs, to the very end of the hall, until he reaches their classroom.
â(name)!â he all but yells, sliding the door open with too much force. students whisper and murmur around the room, girls huddled up in the corners, eyes wide and hands cupped over their cheeks as they practically marvel at the sight of atsumu. (name), however, looks a bit concerned. placing his lunchbox onto his desk, his fork laid gently beside it, he stands and walks over to the door, not noticing the stares from all over the classroom. as he steps out, he shuts the door behind him.
âatsumu? are you alright?â he asks, eyebrows furrowed. âyou look like you just ran a marathonââ
âwe're goinâ to nationals tomorrow,â atsumu pants. (name) knew thatâ he's heard him and the others on the team talk about it in the halls, or when they have lunch at atsumu's desk.
âright, yeah. goodluck with that. you guys are gonna do amazing, obviously,â (name) chuckles. god, the sound makes atsumu's heart ache. he needs to get it out already, he's wasted far too much time dawdling.
âright, yeah. words don't mean much, though,â atsumu leans an arm against the wall, right next to (name). âa goodluck kiss would work wonders, though.â he says smoothly. this was his final attempt for (name).
the teen stiffens up at that. âwhat?â he laughs, wondering if he even heard atsumu correctly. âya heard me. itâd be pretty motivatinâ if the pretty boy iâve been likinâ gave me a lil goodluck kiss. just a lil peck.â
what?
â. . . you like me?â (name) asks. âsince when?â atsumu huffs at that. âsince forever! yer just too dense, iâve been tryna hint at it for months now!â at that, the realization dawns on him. oh. âi thought you were just being nice!â (name) sputters, clearly trying to defend himself. atsumu lets out a choked noise.
âam i that bad at flirting?â he asks weakly. âno! i don't think so? i didn't realize you liked me at all! you should have said something!â
yes. he should have. he knows that, god knows osamu does as well. he just leans in a little closer. âso, how about that goodluck kiss, hm?â he asks after a beat of silence.
with a light scoff, (name) plants his hands on atsumu's shoulders, gripping at the fabric of his uniform shirt. itâs crumpled and smells slightly like sweat, but he decides to overlook that detail. he leans in, capturing atsumu's lips with his own. the kiss was brief, but atsumu's hands had already flown to cup the back of (name's) neck, gently tugging him forward. (name) lets out a startled noise, but doesn't move back until a few seconds later.
âso. you'll be watchinâ me at nationals, yeah?â atsumu drawls, his fingers carding through (name's) hair, idly twisting a strand.
âof course i will.â
this was so fun to write omg!!! also my reqs are open if you wanna drop any ideas for any fics !!
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Heat wave
Gojo Satoru x Geto Suguru
Master list
Tags/ warnings: SMUT & male x male
This was requested by my bestie, so please enjoy.
It started with the heat.
A thick, suffocating kind of warmth that clung to the walls, made the sheets stick to their skin, and the air feel too heavy to breathe. The AC had been broken for days, and the fan in the corner of the living room did little more than push the heat around. Gojo hated summer.
But tonight, it wasnât just the temperature that had him restless.
It was the way Suguruâs hair stuck to the back of his neck, damp with sweat, or how his tank top hung low on his collarbone, revealing the long line of his throat. The way he sat, long legs stretched across the couch, flipping through his phone like it wasnât driving Satoru insane.
Gojo rolled onto his back on the floor, staring at the ceiling. âIâm gonna melt into this carpet. Tell my fans I died hot and tragically beautiful.â
âYouâd still find a way to be dramatic as a puddle,â Suguru muttered from the couch.
Gojo grinned. âYou think Iâm beautiful?â
âYou know you are.â
That made Gojo sit up. There was something in Suguruâs voiceâsoft, deliberate. Real. It made his heart trip over itself.
He looked at him, eyes narrowing. âWait⊠what did you just say?â
Suguru didnât look up. âI said, you know you are.â
There was a beat of silence. Something unspoken flickered between them, and it wasnât newâit had always been there. Buried under sarcasm, under casual touches, under late-night movies where their thighs brushed too long.
âWhy are you saying that now?â Gojo asked, voice quieter.
Suguru finally looked up, dark eyes meeting his. âBecause Iâm tired of acting like I donât think about you every fucking day.â
The room felt hotter.
Gojo stood slowly, the weight of Suguruâs words pulling him in. He crossed the space between them, stopping in front of the couch.
âThen stop acting,â he said. âShow me.â
That was all the invitation Suguru needed.
He stood, reached out, and grabbed the front of Gojoâs shirt, tugging him forward into a kiss that shattered everything between them. It was deep, needy, years of repressed desire poured into one desperate pull of lips and tongue.
Gojo moaned against his mouth, hands sliding up Suguruâs arms, gripping his shoulders like he might vanish. Suguru tasted like mint and heat and something unexplainably addictive.
âBeen wanting this for so long,â Suguru murmured against his lips, fingers already tugging at Gojoâs shirt.
âThen take it,â Gojo whispered.
They stumbled back onto the couch, pulling at clothes in hurried, clumsy motions. Suguru yanked off Gojoâs shirt and kissed down his chest, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing every inch. Gojo arched under him, gasping when Suguruâs mouth found a sensitive spot below his ribs.
âFuckâSuguruââ
âSay my name again,â he muttered against his skin. âI wanna hear it.â
Gojo threaded his fingers through Suguruâs hair, tugging gently. âSuguru.â
Suguru groaned, biting gently at his hip before moving lower.
Gojo was already hard, leaking, twitching in anticipation. Suguru wrapped a hand around him and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his cock, watching as Gojoâs head fell back, lips parted in a moan.
He sucked him down slow, deliberate, tongue swirling, taking his time.
âSuguruâshitââ Gojoâs thighs trembled, one hand gripping the cushion, the other lost in Suguruâs hair. âYouâre so fucking good at thatââ
Suguru smirked against his cock, then pulled back, lips wet, eyes dark with lust. âI want to fuck you.â
Gojo nodded breathlessly. âThen fuck me.â
They shifted, Suguru grabbing the small bottle of lube from the drawer near the couchâbecause of course Gojo kept one there, just in case. He slicked his fingers and slid one inside, watching Gojoâs face twist with pleasure as he moaned softly, thighs falling open further.
âFeels good?â Suguru asked.
Gojo bit his lip and nodded. âYeahâmore, pleaseââ
Suguru added another finger, then a third, carefully working him open. Gojo was writhing now, hands clenching and unclenching, body flush with sweat and need.
When Suguru finally pushed inside him, Gojo let out a low, broken moan.
âGodâso fullâSuguruââ
âLook at me,â Suguru whispered, leaning in close. âI want to see you.â
Gojo opened his eyes, locking onto Suguruâs. The moment heldâhot, intimate, vulnerable.
They moved together, Suguru thrusting slow and deep, Gojo gasping with every drag of friction. It wasnât just about releaseâit was about all the times they hadnât touched, hadnât said what they felt.
âSuguru,â Gojo whispered again, voice shaking.
âIâm here,â Suguru breathed, kissing the corner of his mouth. âIâve always been here.â
Their rhythm built, sweat-slick skin slapping, moans echoing into the thick summer night. Gojo came first, body tensing, his name falling in broken syllables from his lips. Suguru followed moments later, collapsing onto him with a low groan, burying his face in Gojoâs neck.
They lay there, tangled, panting.
Outside, the city kept buzzing. But inside, time had stopped.
Gojo stroked Suguruâs back, his voice soft and hoarse. âDoes this mean youâre gonna cuddle me now?â
Suguru chuckled, shifting to pull Gojo closer. âYouâre clingy.â
âOnly with you.â
Suguru kissed his forehead. âGood.â
And for once, the heat didnât feel unbearable. Not when they were wrapped around each other like thisâbodies still warm, hearts finally honest.
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Summary: Chan and Sangyeon have been waiting for you to come home. They do have to thank you for your cute little gift from before. (Sequel to Just a Tease)
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Pairing: Fem! Reader x Lee Sangyeon (The Boyz) x Bang Chan (Stray Kids)
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Genres/Aus: Smut, Romance, Established Polyamorus Relationship
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Tws: None
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Sws: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Orgasm Control, Sex Toys, Oral (M & F Recieving), Pet Names, Hair Pulling, Wax Play, Fingering, Threesome, Riding, Aftercare
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„A/N: Finally settled in after my move, and here with another comm finished for my lovely bestie @jacksons-goddess-gaia . Enjoy!
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ WC: 6.2K
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âDid you have fun shopping, darling?â
Your back is arched, fingers grasping fruitlessly at the air before you feel rough, calloused ones laced with yours. A sound leaves your lips, pathetic and unintelligible as your thighs shake. A chuckle came from both behind and below you, as you felt a warm hand wrap around your throat. Thereâs no pressure to it, and youâre almost embarrassed by the noise that left your lips at the lack thereof.Â
Sangyeonâs breath ghosted against your ear, humming lightly as he tapped his fingertips over your pulse. You shrink slightly at the chuckle that followed the movement, embarrassed as yet another needy keen left your mouth.Â
âHyung asked you a question, baby.âÂ
You look down, making eye contact with Chan as he stared up at you, tongue running up between your folds. His face is a mess, though none of you seem to mind.Â
It only made your body buzz more with pleasure, if anything.
âWhere should your hands be?â Sangyeon inquired, the warmth from his body making goosebumps rise on your skin. You shy slightly, moving your hands behind your back and grabbing your forearms. The position made you straighten, your breasts pronounced as you correct your posture. The pleather of the couch groaned for a moment from the shift in positioning. Â
âGood girl.â Sangyeon praised, walking around to grab a handful of Chanâs hair, pushing his head further between your legs. The younger man groaned in delight before he moved his tongue in little figure eights over your clit, eyes half-lidded and amused as you jolted from the electricity and pleasure.Â
âNow, Iâll ask you again. Did you have fun? Teasing us and then leaving us to go shopping? It must have been fun, you were gone for quite a while.â Sangyeonâs tone is cheerful, though you see the muscles in his arm flex, veins pronounced as he moved and manipulated Chanâs head as he saw fit.Â
âMmmmâsorry, S-Sir-â
âAh, that wasnât an answer. Not the one Iâm looking for.â Sangyeon tutted, pulling Chanâs hair and tugging him away from your cunt. Both you and him make noises in protest, but Chanâs are silenced when Sangyeon pulls more, making him tilt his head back. The two of them shared a filthy kiss in front of you, trading the taste of your juices. Chan groaned and smiled in a daze when Sangyeon pulled away from him, gaze fixed on his lips before his eyes slowly drifted up to his face shortly after.Â
âI had fun.â You blurt, drawing their attention back to you and earning a melody of amused chuckles. Sangyeon smiled and reached over to the table in front of you, grabbing one of the vibrators he knew was your favorite.Â
You perk, your fingers flexing against your own skin as you subtly spread your legs, biting your lip. Chan chuckled, wiping his bottom lip with his thumb. Sangyeon knelt down beside him, leaning into his space to mutter something in his ear before nodding his head in your direction.Â
Chan smiled, turning his gaze back to you.Â
You feel your throat go dry at the heated look he gave you, holding his gaze as he slowly stood. You watch as he popped the button to his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his hips in one move, his cock springing back and smearing precum against his abs.Â
âLook at you, practically drooling. You couldâve had it earlier if you werenât being a cheeky little brat.â Sangyeonâs voice nearly made you break your eye contact from the bob of Chanâs cock.Â
What did, however, was the sound of a click, followed by buzz of the vibe before it was placed directly against your clit. You gasp, jolting and gripping your own arms to keep them in place as Chanâs hand found itâs way to the back of your head, gently guiding you towards his cock as he stood beside you. You open your mouth on instinct, and had it have been any other day, you might have been more flustered at how eager you were to feel the weight of Chanâs cock settled against your tongue.Â
You are , instead, embarrassed by the needy whine that lift your lips as the hold he had on your head turned into a firm grip in your hair, keeping you just out of reach.Â
âPlease? â You whine without even needing to know the two of them had probably plotted to do something like this to make you beg.Â
âPlease what? â Chan responded nearly immediately, accent thick as he arched a brow, grabbing the base of his cock with his free hand, an almost innocent hum leaving his lips as he stroked himself slowly in your face. The defiant side of you is ready to curse him out, or at the very least, do something to entice and egg him on so heâd cave first so you didnât have to beg, but the vibrations along your clit increase, accompanied by a bite to your inner thigh.Â
âFUCK! Mmnn-!â You nearly snap your legs closed, but a strong hand stopped you. You feel yourself clench at the fiery look Sangyeon gave you, leaving biting kisses to the soft inner canvas of your thighs, one hand keeping the vibrator flush against your clit while he ran his slightly calloused fingers along your folds.Â
âAh, ah, pay attention, baby.âÂ
You turn your head back, feeling Chan slap his cock along your lips when you do. You look up, heart thundering in your chest as he ran his thumb over your lips, giving you a small taste of him.Â
God, you needed them.
âPlease use my mouth?â You finally reply, sticking your tongue out and waiting. Chan chuckled, immediately guiding the crown of his girthy cock to your lips.Â
âThatâs our girl. Go ahead, baby.âÂ
You move forward, taking him in your mouth as much as the position would allow. Both Chan and Sangyeon liked their blowjobs messy, though you knew the younger of your boyfriends wanted to have the underside teased with the tip of your tongue-
â Fuck, good girl-â As if on cue, he sighed out in pleasure, gently guiding your head while watching you with hooded eyes. A triumphant glint sparked in your eye at being able to read him so well before you whine in surprise, jolting when you feel Sangyeon push a lubed up finger into you.Â
âIf you do a good job, I may even let him give you a treat.â He purred against the fresh hickie heâd let on your left inner thigh. You clench around his finger, staring up at Chan and cocking your head to the side as you curved and twirled your tongue.
It gave you some of your control back, listening to Chan moan and purr your name, the muscles of his legs trembling every now and again as he slowly moved your head back and forth. You continue to tease the underside of him, subtly trying to pull more control from the situation from the trembling Australian, when Sangyeon moved, pushing the toy inside of you and turning it up a notch.Â
You nearly gag on Chanâs cock, eyes widening for a moment before you turn your gaze over to Sangyeon, squirming ever so slightly.Â
Sangyeon holds your gaze with a cat-like smile, thrusting the toy in and out of you steadily as he licked his lips.Â
âNow, I know you donât think you can use that cute little mouth to get yourself out of trouble. No, no. Youâre lucky I Iet him eat you out. What you deserve is to be tied up like a present and left here with your favorite toys buzzing inside you while we watch, since you want a show so bad. Actually-â
Your eyes widen as Sangyeon pats Chanâs thigh, jerking his head towards the edge of the bed. You let go of your arms, but Sangyeon is faster, grabbing your forearms and leaning into your ear.Â
âAnd where are you going? Mmm? Weâre not playing at your pace anymore, kitten. You wanted to be a brat all fucking day, so weâre going to play by my rules now or you can sit and use your toys instead. And I do mean only them. Now, will you be a good girl, or will you try my patience even more?â He arched a brow at you and you clench around the toy, biting and chewing your bottom lip.Â
âIâll be good. Iâll be good, please?â
Sangyeon smiled from ear to ear and picked up two candle sticks, admiring them for a moment before he handed the white one to Chan, keeping the red one in his own hand.Â
âFix your arms, kitten.âÂ
You stretch your arms and reach back, grabbing your forearms again. Sangyeon leaned over to Chan, whispering something to him before chuckling and nodding. You watch the two exchange a loving look between each other before Chan picked you up, setting you on your back.Â
âComfortable?â Sangyeon inquired. You nod, wiggling a bit to get settled and whining when you feel the toy slipping from you. Chan reached out, holding it in place and smiling with a devious faux innocent look as you buck and moan.Â
âGood girl. Youâre going to hold this inside of you and you are not going to cum until Chan or I say you can, do you understand?â Sangyeon instructed, turning the toy back down to itâs lowest setting. You let out a sigh of relief, though you knew better than to let your guard down, still jolting and gasping as the top occasionally settled right against your clit when you shifted even slightly.Â
âYou know what to do if itâs too much or your arms start to hurt, right?â He inquired. You meet his eyes, smiling softly and nodding. You look to Chan, smiling at him as well, making a point to wiggle your hips, symbolizing getting more comfortable.Â
The motion made you jolt again, hips stuttering as you feel it brushing against your clit.Â
âY-yes, Thank you, sirs.âÂ
Sangyeonâs gaze doesnât lose its intensity, but he did nod in satisfaction, kissing you slowly before he trailed his lips down your neck.Â
âLift your neck, kitten.â Chan instructed. You do so, mewling as you feel warmth envelope both sides as both Sangyeon and Chan took turns giving biting kisses to your throat.Â
Chan lingered on your throat longer than Sangyeon did, purring sweet nothings and affirmations to you in both Korean and English while Sangyeon cupped and kneaded one of your breasts, dragging his tongue around your areola slowly.Â
Your eyes, which had fallen half lidded, snap open, looking at him. Before he can say something coy, Chan tilted your head towards him, claiming your lips with a filthy kiss that made your toes curl.Â
âThatâs our girl~ Listen to those cute sounds.â Chan growled against your lips, swallowing up the breathy moans that fell from yours as Sangyeon moved to grab something. You were preoccupied with the kiss, so you didnât bother trying to see where your second boyfriend had gone off to.Â
You got your answer when you heard the sound of a lighter flicking a few times before hearing Sangyeonâs âthere we goâ~ i n approval.Â
Chan moved moments afterward, and you barely have the time to utter any noise of protest before you feel the first drop land on your collarbone.Â
Youâd recall later, while flustered and stuttering, that it scared the ever loving shit out of you, and you let out a scream of surprise at the unfamiliar sensation.Â
Both Sangyeon and Chan jolt in surprise, breaking their character in an instant and swooping in to check on you.Â
âY/n!âÂ
âBaby, are you okay? Did it hurt?!â
You glance down, looking and spotting the cooling drop of red that had begun to dry on your chest. You realize, then, that it was from one of the wax candles and you canât help the laugh that slipped from your lips.Â
âNo, it didnât hurt, it just scared me because I wasnât expecting it.â You smile up at them as Chan shot Sangyeon a disapproving look. Sangyeon didnât fight the silent scolding, bowing his head down to kiss your chest, near the wax, then your neck, and finally, your lips.Â
The entire time, he held the candle just out of reach, and when he broke the kiss, he looked at you, concern shining in his eyes.Â
âMaybe we donât do the wax today-â
âI want to try again, please? Now that I know itâs coming, it should be fine. The candles I bought are safe for skin contact.â You smile and steal a kiss from him before you settle back in, sending both of them a disarming smile.Â
It made you feel more safe than they could ever know that the both of them are willing to drop everything at a dime to make sure youâre doing alright.Â
It took them a moment to settle back in, but once they did, you found your chest and abdomen adorned with white and red ribbons of cooling wax, both of your lovers growling praise into your ear as you clench around the toy.
âYouâre so pretty, Y/n~â Chan purred, turning the toy up the longer the three of you played. Your eyes nearly flutter closed, but a chin under your finger turning your head made you snap into focus, your eyes landing on Sangyeon as he smirked.Â
âThereâs our beautiful kitten. Doing so well for us. You want your reward? Hm?âÂ
That made you perk in surprise, your eyes lighting up as you look at him eagerly. Even Chan rose his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side.Â
âI w-would like my reward, please.â You stutter, willing yourself to keep your hips down as Chan began lazily thrusting the toy in and out of you, seemingly as interested as you were.Â
âN-Ngh-!â
âHow about we finally give our kitten the cock sheâs been craving, mm? Youâre doing well at hiding it, but I think youâre having quite a hard time, too, arenât you, Chris?â Sangyeon chuckled, moving his hand and letting a drop of candle wax land between Chanâs shoulder blades.Â
The groan that fell from his lips was near guttural, his eyes flashing for a moment before he put his forehead in the crook of your neck. You look down at him, realizing moreso now that Sangyeon had pointed it out, that Chan had been trying to get you to tumble over the edge more and more in the past five minutes than he had been all night.Â
âW..were you going to cum untouched because I feel good?â You speak before you can stop yourself and Chanâs cheeks ignited, an indignant noise leaving his lips. You smile from ear to ear when his reaction all but confirms it.Â
âI donât know if I should call you a good boy for not doing it or a bad boy for thinking I wouldnât notice you trying to push our baby girl over the edge. How about it, then? Go ahead. Make love to our baby girl. Youâve both earned it.â Sangyeon purred into his ear, reaching between Chanâs legs to grab and stroke his cock.Â
You shiver as every wanton moan that fell from his lips drifts directly into your ear.Â
âH-Hyung-!â
âCâmon, Chris. You can do it, right? I bet both of my poor sweethearts are aching. How about it, Y/n? Are you ready for him to stop teasing your pretty pussy and make you see stars like you deserve?â Sangyeon nibbled the shell of Chanâs ear, looking you into the eyes.Â
âY-Yes, please, I need it.â
âGood girl. Raise your hips, Iâll get you a pillow. Something tells me your hips are going to be sore once weâre done here.â Sangyeon lifted up and away from the two of you, heading to the other side of the room where they had set most of the plushies and additional pillows. Chan took the time to look down at you, admiring your flustered form as he cupped your cheek.Â
âYou alright? Do you want me to prep you more?â His tone was soft, his thumb brushing over the curve of your cheek. You press yourself into his touch, shaking your head.Â
âIâm okay, Chris.â
His eyes softened, and both of you glance off to the side when you see that Sangyeon has returned, holding two pillows. He didnât say a word to interrupt your moment, simply smiling down at you both before tilting his head when you met his eyes.Â
âYou ready? Raise your hips, then.â
You smile up at them and do as youâre told, raising yourself and giving your hips a small wiggle to get comfortable as Chan takes the time to lube himself up. You steal a kiss from Sangyeon, nose scrunching in joy at the way his movements stuttered before he reciprocated.Â
âCan you stay close? I want to be able to reach you.â You send Sangyeon a pout that makes it hard for him to say no, and he chuckled, nodding.Â
âOf course, Iâm right here for both of you.âÂ
You nod, smiling as Sangyeon shifted, kneeling beside you both as Chan crawled up the length of your body once more, placing small kisses all the way up from your ankle to your lips.Â
You hold eye contact with each other as he took hold of himself, rubbing ever so slightly against your clit, smirking at the small, overstimulating whines the motion drew from your mouth. You wrap your arms around his shoulder, pouting and leaning up to bite his bottom lip.Â
Chan groaned, but kept his movements slow and gentle, easing into you. You gasp when he does, clenching around him instinctively. It doesnât hurt, the foreplay and prep beforehand ensured that, but both of them are doting on you, regardless.Â
Sangyeon gently pet the top of your head and purred words of encouragement, his free hand stroking down Chanâs back, smiling at the way the younger man moaned and arched his back, goosebumps rising on his skin.Â
âLook at that~ Perfect fit~â He purred once Chan had bottomed out, stilling his motions and groaning. Your thighs shake as you hold onto Chan, biting back the urge to beg him to move . Thankfully, both of them were more than happy to spare you the theatrics, smiling and sighing into the kiss Chan had planted onto your lips, rolling hips with strong, powerful thrusts.Â
He built up the rhythm, swallowing every short gasp and moan that fell from your lips, eventually breaking the kiss to press bites to your throat.Â
âChan-â
âI love you-mmm, so much-â
Your fingers twitch, threading through his locks as you pull slightly.Â
âF-Faster-â
âYou feel s-so good, Y/n.â He groaned, rocking you with every thrust. Sangyeon smiled and leaned over Chan, placing his chin on his shoulder and smiling down at you.Â
âLook down, my loves~ look at how much of a mess youâve made already~â He purred, running his hand down Chanâs toned body, stopping to play with and tease his nipples.Â
Chan bucked, growling slightly before he let out a jumbled mess of swears as you clench around him in pleasure. Both of you follow Sangyeonâs suggestion, glancing down and feeling a surge of pleasure roll through you as you watch the way Chanâs cock glistens with your precum and lube.Â
â Fuuuck- âChan swore sharply, hips stuttering and picking up as he reaffirmed his grip on your hips.Â
Your eyes widen at the increase of speed, back arching as your breasts bounce with each thrust. Your voice cracked as you feel him brush against your G-spot, cock curving nicely inside you.Â
âRight there, right there, oh my god .â You donât even try to keep your voice down, pulling Chanâs hair for some semblance of grounding. Sangyeon smiled and reached down, cupping Chanâs ass, kneading and squeezing as he looked down at you with a half-lidded stare.Â
âListen to her sing, Channie. Youâre doing so wellâ Sangyeon praises, the blunt ends of his nails leaving indents as he did so. Chan groaned, thighs shaking as he glanced up at the older man.Â
Before he could speak, you clenched, smiling devilishly as he swore, eyes wide.Â
âCum inside.â You urge him, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, your grip still in his hair. Chan looked at you in surprise before a strangled moan left his lips as Sangyeonâs hand trailed lower, cool fingers-when had he gotten lube without him realizing?- brushing over his rim and teasingly circling it as he thrust wildly into you.Â
âYou heard her,â He purred, putting his chin on Chanâs shoulder, right beside where your arms rested, his fingers still circling his rim with just enough pressure to make the younger man tremble in anticipation for him pushing them in.Â
âI c-canât focus with you- fuck! â He swore, hips stuttering as Sangyeon pushed one of his long fingers inside, sighing softly as he shook his head.Â
âCanât focus? Maybe we should retrain you next, what do you think, Kitten?â Sangyeon purred, turning his gaze to you. Your moans had peaked minutes ago, each of Chanâs thrusts sending stars exploding behind your eyelids. You open your eyes once more when you hear Sangyeonâs voice, nodding quickly.Â
You didnât even process what he was saying, but you knew it was good, whatever he was proposing.Â
Sangyeon, emboldened by both of the reactions he got from his lovers, grabbed Chanâs hips, pushing his finger in to the knuckle and smiling at the way the Australian man clenched around him needily. He squeezed Chanâs hip, matching his pace with Chanâs wild thrusts, curling and turning his finger to search for his prostate.
âF-Fuck!â / âChan~!â Â
The sound of you both moaning in esctasy is like music to Sangyeonâs ears, along with the bed creaking and groaning in protest as Chan hid his head between your breasts, a series of swears in English and Korean falling from his lips as he dangled over the edge.Â
All he needed was-
âThere it is~â Sangyeon purred, curling his finger sharply and pressing firmly against what heâd been looking for.Â
Chan jolted, hips snapping down as he came messily inside of you with a strangled moan. Your thighs shake as they clamp around him, a broken cry falling from your lips as you cum with him.Â
âKeep going, make sure she gets every single drop, be a good boy and give her her reward.â Sangyeon coaxes, working a second finger into Chan and continuing to work him open, massaging his prostate as he spoke casually.Â
âMm, we started this with the intent to get back at our little vixen for teasing us at work but now look where I have you. I donât know if youâre still going to be able to finish giving our baby girl her rewards .â he sighed, pressing down on the spot the moment Chan opened his mouth to protest, laughing at the overstimulated whimper that fell from his lips.Â
Sangyeon pulled back from the two of you, letting you have your moment, exchanging breathless kisses with one another.Â
âI love you,â Chan murmured against your lips, big hands eclipsing your hips as he picked you up, chasing your lips as you sat in his lap.Â
You press your chest to his, slowly grinding and rolling your hips. Chanâs fingers twitched, lightly clawing at the skin there, just enough for you to feel the sensation.Â
You respond in kind, tugging his hair and grinding down more firmly.Â
â Y/n- â He groaned, voice shaking as your lips move down to kiss and bite at his neck.Â
âThank you~â You chirp, sucking a dark mark into his neck. You could feel Chanâs heartbeat, slowly calming down as he caressed and massaged your lower back.Â
âAre you okay?â He inquired, smiling when you responded to him with a kiss, and then another, and another.Â
When Sangyeon came back to you both, holding a warm towel in each hand, he finds you on your side, your leg hiked up in Chanâs hand as he rutted into you.Â
âGoodness, still making a mess, I seeâ Sangyeon came back, cocking his head to the side before taking a seat, watching where the two of you were connected.Â
âI c-canât help it, Iâve been patient all day .â You fire back, arching your back and balling up a fistful of sheets in your hand as Chan kept his wild, near-desperate pace.Â
âYouâve been patient, mm?â Sangyeon cocked a brow and laughed, coming closer, reaching between your legs to roll your clit quickly. You jolt, looking up at him with overstimulated tears in your eyes. He simply smiled sweetly.Â
âI wonder, how patient you actually would be if I hadnât turned Chan loose on you, mm?â He teased. Your response is lost, replaced by whimpers and cries of pleasure as you and Chan roll towards another orgasm, gently coaxed and egged on by Sangyeonâs calm voice.Â
The second time you came undone, Sangyeonâs thumb was pressed against your tongue, his half-lidded, calm gaze fixed on your face as he smiled.Â
âGo ahead, Iâll clean up here.âÂ
Go ahead and whatâŠ? You wanted to ask, but he knew you better than you knew yourself, apparently, as you felt the exhaustion and fatigue pull you away during the aftercare and clean up.Â
âYou did so well, Y/n.  You are such a good girl for us. We love you. Chanâs voice is close, somewhere off to your left, but you do not have the energy to respond. You nod off fully the moment you feel one of them pick you up, pressing a kiss to your head.Â
You remained asleep throughout the aftercare, only rousing here and there via a sleepy kiss to your forehead or your cheek as the men took turns washing you up and massaging lotion onto your sore skin.Â
You could hear them despite your sleep-muddled state, smiling as you stayed deep in your own land of dreams. Above you, Chan pouted as Sangyeon took the time to clean each of the toys used during tonightâs âplaytimeâ, pouting at him from the doorway of the bathroom.Â
âYes, Chris?â He inquired, looking over his shoulder after setting aside another toy after fully drying it.Â
âYou never came.â He grunted, his voice disapproving and tired. Sangyeon looked at him before chuckling lightly.Â
âItâs alright. Iâm satisfied with how tonight went.â He responds, making sure the water is still warm enough in the shower before getting into it himself. Chan followed him with his eyes, pursing his lips.Â
âThatâsâŠthatâs not fair, Hyung. All of us were involved.â He follows suit, crowding Sangyeon in the shower. The older man tilted his head before grabbing Chanâs hips, pulling him so they both stood underneath the warm spray.Â
âThereâs nothing I would enjoy more than for you to âget back at meâ, but you and Y/n are exhausted. Thereâs no reason we canât continue this another day.â He smiled, stealing a kiss from his pouting boyfriend. Chanâs eyes narrowed at him before he finally relented as the older man turned around.Â
Chanâs arms wrapped around him when he did, one hand gently squeezing and kneading his pectoral, while the other lightly clawed at his thigh.Â
âCan I at least get you off? We can worry about how exactly Y/N and I are going to jump your bones another day butâŠMy hands work.â He put his chin on Sangyeonâs shoulder, hands idling as he waited for the older manâs green light.Â
Sangyeon chuckled and nodded, closing his eyes and leaning against him as the younger man immediately curled his fingers around his cock, jerking him off slowly as he pressed nibbling kisses to his throat and shoulders.Â
âShe and I are going to get you and make sure youâre properly taken care of, just letting you know.â He promised, grumbling under his breath.
âI look forward to it.â Sangyeon hummed sweetly, he was more than fine with this.Â
.·:*šàŒș 1 Week Later àŒ»Âš*:·.
Sangyeon knew the two of you had been plotting, but he would be lying if he said he knew just how . Of the three of you, you and Chan tended to be hasty, having less patience unless Sangyeon was involved to reel you from completely jumping the shark.Â
The past week had had a certain kind of tension he hadnât seen occur since the three of you had been dancing around each other before you actually got together as a thruple.Â
It all came to a head when he was trying to go to sleep one evening, and he found himself pinned between the two of you. Sangyeon looked up, exchanging a kiss with each of you before he felt your hand trailing down his chest.Â
âMmm?â His gaze followed your hand before finding Chan mirroring you, though his hand was working its way up his thigh.Â
âYouâve been busy ever since last week so we havenât been able to make up for you not getting to cum last week.â You pout. Chan smiles triumphantly from the other side, tugging at Sangyeonâs pajama pants. âI did get him off in the shower, but itâs not quite as satisfying.âÂ
You gasp in betrayal, looking across at Chan.Â
â Without me?! â You hiss. Chan sends you a sheepish look, all while the two of you keep Sangyeon pinned between you.Â
Once his boxers were down, you take a hold of his cock, stroking slowly while Chan fondled his balls, bashfully apologizing, all while Sangyeon groaned and sighed between you, trying to get your attention.Â
âH-hey, donât ignore me-â
âYou didnât even wake me? I wouldâve helped!â
âYou were asleep all through the aftercare bath we gave you, I didnât want to disturb you by waking you up for this.â
âA-at least go faster, please-â
You give Sangyeonâs cock a subtle squeeze, a twinkle in your eye as you finally turn your attention towards him.Â
âAh, ah. Donât you like it slow, Sir~? ââ You tease, rubbing your thumb along the head of his cock, smiling at the precum that had gathered there. Sangyeon grit his teeth, a spark of defiance in his eyes.Â
âOh, is that how weâre playing?â is all it said, but he made no move to break free of the hold you and Chan had on him.Â
You smile sweetly. You had him right where you wanted him.Â
âItâs our turn to take care of you, okay?â You cup Sangyeonâs cheek, rubbing his cheekbone with your thumb. He let out a small playful sigh, turning his head to kiss your palm.Â
âShow me what you got, then.â He encouraged.Â
It took another long, near maddening hour of prep from you and Chan before you had him where you wanted him, throbbing, moaning, and staring up at you and Chan with barely contained want and desire burning in them.
It's then, and only then, when you lift your head from between Sangyeonâs legs, letting his cock fall from your lips while Chan pulled his own fingers free from working Sangyeon open just below you.Â
âLook at how handsome he is~â Chan praises, staring down at a now disheveled Sangyeon.Â
Light brunette hair sticks to his forehead, his lips are kiss swollen, his cock throbbing and drooling precum, shimmering with your spit while lube dribbles out of his rim.Â
âAre you going to stare at me or are you going to finish what youâve started? I can wait all night.â Heâs panting, his voice a subtle challenge, though he knew the two of you werenât exactly patient enough to try him on that.Â
Itâs a wonder both of you had been patient enough for this long .
So, when you finally straddle Sangyeonâs waist, sinking down onto him inch by slow inch, when Chan holds the older manâs hips, pushing into him with bitten back swears, thereâs a shared moan from the three of you.
Finally.
Chan hugged you from behind, hands cupping your breasts and kissing along the since-faded marks he and Sangyeon had left behind from last week.Â
The two of you start a rhythmic pace. You grind, he trusts, and Sangyeon moans, struggling to keep his eyes open as both of the sensations overtake him.Â
âJ-Just enjoy yourself, okay~?â You coo, cupping Sangyeonâs cheek. He looked up at you, raising his hips to meet you every time you plopped down. He pressed his face into the warmth of your touch, and it sends a sensation through you that you cannot describe.Â
The intimacy between the three of you, that flame never dimmed.Â
âHyung~ F-Fuck, Iâm trying to hold back but you k-keep clenching -â Chan moans, cut off by you turning your head to kiss him messily. You lose control of your own voice as Sangyeon reached up, rubbing your clit with his thumb.Â
You gasp against Chanâs lips, nipping and tugging at his bottom lip before you turn your eyes back and meeting Sangyeonâs gaze. His normally calm, measured, and firm voice is wavering.
Seems all the slow foreplay from before got to him more than he had let on.
âF-Faster, please .â He gritted through his teeth, his voice raising in volume when Chan treated him to a powerful thrust that rocked the bed.Â
âLook at him, Y/n. C-Completely unraveling at the seems for us.â Chan stuttered, fondling and playing with your breasts as he gradually increased his pace, the sound of his balls slapping against Sangyeonâs ass echoing in the room along with the chrous of moans from the three of you.Â
Sangyeonâs grip on your hip increased as you ride him faster, his precum slick thumb rolling quickly along the bud of your overstimulated clit. Your voice cracks as you moan, smiling and rolling your head back to rest on Chanâs shoulder, near-desperate cries falling from your lips.Â
âL-like that, donât stop, donât stop, m-mmn-âÂ
It is times like this when youâre grateful you donât have neighbors too close to your home, as all three of you steadily get louder, the slow melody and rhythm becoming abandoned in favor of a more desperate, needy, and fast paced one.Â
Sangyeon switches from rubbing your clit to lightly pinching and rolling it between his fingers, his mouth falling open as your thighs clench and shake from overstimulation.Â
âH-Hyung-â Chanâs voice is strained behind you, nearly drowned out by the loud gasps and groans coming from Sangyeon. He liked to take care of you both first-that much is painfully obvious by how you all got in this situation, anyway-so to have both you and Chan double team him, clenching his cock tight, grinding into his prostate, it wasnât a surprise that he fell apart below you, throwing his head back.Â
âF-Fuck! Fuck, n-gh please please please -!â
It was as attractive as it was addicting, flipping the usual script around and making him completely crumble beneath you, but you moan in need, feeling him cum deep inside of you. Chan is still moving behind you his voice stuttering with his hips as those powerful thrusts slowing as he milked himself inside of Sangyeon.Â
Youâre grateful for Chanâs grip in you, because you would have fallen forward had it not have been for his grip as you cry out in ecstasy, clenching down on Sangyeon like a vice. That drew another shuddering groan from his lips as you did so.
It takes quite a while for all three of you to come down from your respective orgasms, doing your best not to collapse on top of Sangyeon in a pleasured pile.Â
You do, however, place your palms at either side of his head, kissing him deep and slowly, giggling when Chan followed suit, gently sandwiching you between them as he kissed Sangyeon over your shoulder.Â
âI love you~â You sing, smiling as Sangyeon tiredly reciprocates through butterfly kisses he alternated giving you and Chan.
âYou didâŠmm, very well. I feel very taken care of.â He praised, one hand moving up to brush over your spine while the other traced patterns over Chanâs arm.Â
âHeard that~?â You beam, turning your head towards Chan.Â
âI told you my idea was foolproof.â You purr. Chan rolled his eyes playfully, gently pulling out and giving you space so you could lift your hips. Â
Sangyeon is a mess below you, panting, covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and looking up at the two of you with absolute adoration and contentedness in his eyes.Â
You and Chan get to work on dragging the limp noodle formally known as Sangyeon into the bathroom, exchanging kisses and warm I love yous as you all assist with washing off one another.
That helps shake off any tiredness that had settled into your bones, and soon the three of you are squeezed onto the couch in the living room, the lights dimmed and a blanket tossed over all of your shoulders.Â
âI love youâÂ
It doesnât matter who said it first. It was soon echoed by the others in the room, affectionately cooed to one another.Â
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Cruel Game // Oneshot - Ghost x König (CoD) -- ENG

[Oneshot based on the OTP between Ghost x König from Call Of Duty (MWII). This full one shot on patreon may have elements of +18 content, read at your own risk.] This is a Patreon exclusive text, check out the different memberships and what each one can offer you!
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This story has been written in Spanish, which is my native language. This story has been translated to the best of my ability, although it is possible that it may have mistakes.
This is just a way to transport my writing to a common language for the rest of fans like me. For a better immersion, I recommend reading the story in its original version.
Thank you so much for reading me and see you in the stars.
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The clock struck half past eleven at night, and the dim light of the room enveloped them in shared intimacy. Only a small lamp flickering in shades of amber could outline the harmonious and broad figures of both soldiers. The thick walls, the heavy curtainsâeverything conspired to isolate them from the outside world, creating a sanctuary where time held no meaning, at least for once. Simon "Ghost" Riley had made sure that nothing and no one could intrude upon this space he considered sacred. He had turned off his phone, locked the door, and, as a final act, dragged the heavy chair from the corner to block any attempt at interruption. Tonight, he wasnât going to share König with anyone. He wouldnât let him leave early either. Not duty, not the shouts of a superior, not even the war itself would have power over them.
At least, for a few hours before dawn.
He had worked hard in the days leading up to this moment to secure a few free hours before his morning shift. And even though his body was exhausted, his need to merge with König outweighed any fatigue. The need this man awakened in him was akin to that of a starving animal or a nocturnal creature parched with thirst. Alexander was a sort of paradise amid chaos, an oasis in the midst of hell. The only moment when all his senses took center stage and his mind could finally shut off, where feeling was the one thing that made him feel alive.
He could mentally replay, over and over, every moment when König had awakened new sensations in him. He remembered the first brush of their hands, the involuntary shiver that ran through him when their eyes met during that shared mission, and the way their breaths synchronized when their bodies intertwined in the darkness. But he would never admit it. He would never accept, not even to himself, that he had fallen in love with this man. He refused to acknowledge that he had an irrational dependency on those blue eyes, on that unique way of loving him. And, above all, he refused to admit that König was his weakness.
He tried to convince himself with cruel, almost ruthless thoughts. He told himself that if he were in a situation where he had to choose between König's life and his own, he wouldnât hesitate to save himself. He couldnât afford that vulnerability; it would be foolish... right? Yet, deep down, he knew he was lying.
König sat at the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders leaning slightly forward as if bearing the weight of a world only Simon could understand. He wore a tight gray t-shirt that outlined his powerful figure, with small cigarette burn holesâremnants of long nights and shared watches with his comrades. His lounge pants hung on his hips with an apparent carelessness, but Ghost knew every line and curve beneath that fabric. Despite his imposing height and chiseled muscles, at that moment, he looked like a gentle giant, vulnerable and exposed to the storm of emotions Simon unleashed in him.
Ghost approached silently, his steps muffled by the rough carpet. He observed König's profileâthe straight line of his jaw, the way his messy hair fell over his forehead, casting shadows that danced to the flickering light. Every detail was etched in his memory; every feature formed part of a map he had traced on countless nights like this one. But what drew him in the most was Königâs gaze: those blue eyes that seemed to contain an entire ocean, deep, enigmatic, and yet full of a tenderness only Simon could provoke.
König looked up upon sensing his presence, and their eyes met in a silent clash of emotions. No words were needed; in that gaze, they said everything. König let his guard down for him alone. In front of others, he always kept his impenetrable mask, his façade of an indomitable warrior. But in this room, under that soft amber light, he allowed himself to be just Alexanderâvulnerable, human... and completely his.
That purity, that exclusivity, was what made König so addictive to Simon. No one else knew that side of him. No one else could touch that hidden fragility behind his armor of strength. And Ghost, who had lost so much in life, wasnât willing to share it. Not tonight. Not until dawn came to reclaim what was rightfully its own.
Simon knelt before him, slowly and deliberately stripping off his shirt. The heavy fabric fell aside, vanishing into the eternal darkness of the room's play of light and shadow, revealing his broad, sculpted torso. Scars stood out even more perfectly in relief, and the tattoo on his forearm completed the picture of perfection that was Simon Riley. His tactical jeans rested low on his waist, highlighting his pelvis in his flawless physique, and Alexander couldn't help but let his gaze linger on his form, swallowing thickly.
Alexanderâs blue eyes traveled from Simon's waistband to his face, getting lost in his beauty, even though it was still covered by that balaclava that always concealed his features. Even so, he could see his beautiful eyesâthose eyes that, this time, bore no trace of violence but a desire charged with tenderness.
Simon tilted his head slightly to look down at him, his gloved fingers gently tracing Alexander's jawline, outlining that perfect profile. Alexander didn't move, his body tense, his breathing uneven. He felt vulnerable under that touch, exposed like never before, but he couldn't pull away. He didnât want to.
âReady for me?
Alexander found no words, his slightly parted lips voiceless. But his breathing quickened noticeably, his chest rising and falling uncontrollably, and his eyes shone with a mix of longing and submission. He nodded slowly, the gesture clumsy and almost primal, like a warrior surrendering to a superior force. And at that moment, Simon knew he had himâcompletely and utterly.
Without breaking eye contact, Simon straddled Königâs broad legs, moving with a predatorâs precision. His hands found the sides of the Austrian's neck, firm and possessive, his thumbs feeling the rapid pulse beneath the warm skin. He leaned in slowly, forcing König to lie back on the bed, to surrender under his control. Königâs legs gave way, and his back met the mattress with a faint creak of the springs. He was a giant subdued, vulnerable and docile beneath his loverâs hands.
Simon pulled up the edge of his balaclava, revealing his lipsâa small gesture that conveyed immense intimacy. He allowed himself to kiss König then, first with gentleness, exploring his lips as if it were the first time, with a tenderness that belied his strength. It was a kiss that held ancient yearnings, unspoken desires, and a love he couldnât afford to name. He claimed him slowly, ensuring every corner of that mouth belonged to him.
And he did.
Their connection went beyond the physical. Every touch, every look was a reminder that in a world full of death and chaos, they had found something unbreakable. Simon shed his mask, his soldierâs armor, to be simply a man who loved with an almost savage intensity. And König, in turn, ceased to be the unyielding giant to become someone who could fall apart in the arms of the one he loved, knowing he would be held.
Time ceased to exist for them. Simon devoted himself to exploring every inch of König with his lips, as if engraving a map in his memory. He touched with infinite patience, as if the world could wait, as if nothing else mattered.
But when someone knocked on the door, the spell shattered. Reality intruded like an icy gust, tearing apart the bubble of intimacy they had created. Simon's body tensed instantly, his muscles standing out under his skin as he sat up slightly. His eyes locked on the doorway with lethal ferocity, an expression so cold and dangerous it couldâve frozen hell itself. He was a predator ready to strike.
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lovesick.
âin a world of boys, heâs a gentleman.â
nick sturniolo x masc! reader.
synopsis: the one time you and your boyfriend decided to go all the way. (this is very awkward and soft, so if you were expecting something filthy, iâm sorry!)
warnings: smut! minors do not interact.
based on this request! also dedicated to @sturnmad who inspired me to write nick!! xx
your lips danced in tandem with nicks, as you desperately clutched at each other in the darkness of your car. clinging to his shirt, his hair. nick was leaned over the centre console to reach you, as you sat in the drivers seat. it was in the early hours of the morning now, 1am when you last checked. you were pulled up in front of his apartment building, ready to say your goodbyes, but it had quickly turned into one of your regular hot and heavy make-out sessions.
âmmph! i have to go!â nick protested against your lips, pulling away from you. he looked gorgeous, his blue eyes glistening and reflecting the lights from your carâs interior lights.
ânot yet.â you begged, looking at him through lidded eyes and pulling his plush lips in for another kiss.
nick sighed into your mouth, letting your mouths dance once more. you could feel the blood rushing to your crotch, your boxers suddenly becoming all the more tight. you palmed nick through his jeans, which earned a pained moan from him, but also a slap on your arm.
âmatt and chris are going to be wondering where the fuck i am!â nick continued to argue, but you didnât care. you grabbed the nape of his neck and pulled him into you again, continuing to to squeeze his bulge. nick pulled away from you though, his cheeks flushed and hair slightly mussed.
âyouâre insane.â he tells you, pulling away and trying to hide his smirk by crossing his arms and looking out the window.
âyouâre worse.â you counter, watching his cheeks dimple as he turns back to face you.
âfuck you.â nick chuckles in defeat, biting his cheek.
âi want you to.â you whisper mischievously, leaning back into your seat and widening your legs, releasing the strain. you loved the way nick was so expressive, how you could say things that you knew would set him off and wait for his reaction.
âyouâre not ready.â he told you, his smile now fading. âbesides, i donât even know what the fuck iâm doing so how am i supposed to teach you?â
âiâve been with other guys, nick.â you sigh, rolling your eyes.
âyeah but notâŠâ he waves his hands, widening his eyes. âyou know, like, fully.â
âiâm ready nick, iâve been telling you for weeks. i want to do this with you.â you push, the humour that was once in the air no longer present. it was silent for a while, as you watched nicks mind churn.
eventually, he spoke up. âwell, if we do, iâm not doing it in your car in front of my house.â
you laughed, rolling your eyes. the quiet hum of your car engine caught your attention in the silence, which made you notice that you were in fact still sitting outside his apartment.
you rubbed his thigh, looking at him with a pout. âwell, are you going to invite me in, nicolas?â
he looks at you, his foot tapping as he thought. he looked out the window, then back at you, sighing.
âfine.â he said, as if it was a warning. yet, he still had a devilish smirk plastered on his face.
the apartment was dead silent once nick had snuck you in, all of the lights were off and the only noise was the faint hum of the washing machine softly tumbling in the background. you were happy his brothers were asleep- as the last time you had come in while they were home, you were caught in an onslaught of questions. this time, there were no questions asked. you and nick could just be.
you were lead up two flights of stairs in order to finally arrive at nicks room, which every time seemed to knock the wind out of you. once he lead you inside, locking the door behind him, you found your breath again. he was only a touch taller than you, your nose just at his lips. he held your waist, looking at you with somber eyes.
âiâm sorry if i donâtâŠif iâm not very good. i donât really know what iâm doing.â he confesses, âi guess thatâs why iâve been stalling for so long.â
âall that matters is that i trust you.â you tell him, cupping his cheeks in your palms. you get a little giddy at the fact theyâre so warm.
you both make your way to his bed, collapsing onto his plush assortment of pillows as you continue to kiss passionately. you sling a leg over him, grinding your hardness onto his thigh. nick grabs your hips, assisting your movements. you couldnât get enough of him, inhaling his scent, biting at his lips, rubbing your body up against his broader frame.
nick broke his lips apart from yours, looking into your eyes. âare we really doing this?â
âyes, i love you. i want to do this with you.â you tell him earnestly, spilling your heart out into the open air.
âi love you too.â he reassures you. âweâll justâŠweâll try. if it doesnât work out, we can try again another time.â
you smile at this, his words of affirmation something you found extreme comfort in. you both began to slowly undress each other, his hands never left you- jabbing his finger into your hip, tickling you, running a hand up your chest. once you were both only in your underwear, the sheets slightly mussed from all of the shimmying and moving around, nick hovered above you. the only light source was his bedside lamp, which illuminated a condom and a bottle of lube, which made your stomach drop. this was really happening.
nick bit his lip, eyeing your body. he palmed your bulge, eliciting a pathetic moan from you. âthis okay?â
âalways.â you hum, as he pulls your jocks down.
you throw your head back against the pillows, as nick begins lazily stroking your throbbing length. he licked a stripe up the underside, and your mind went fuzzy, your only thoughts being nick, nick, nick. he took you in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, something you would never get tired of. you ran a hand through his blonde locks, the dark roots showing as you tugged.
he took his mouth off you with a pop, laying his hands on your thighs. âiâm going to try something, but you have to tell me if itâs too much, okay?â
you nodded eagerly, as you watched a tattooed arm come over you to reach for the lube. he put some on his fingers, smoothing it over your hole. this caused your body to jump a little by the intrusion, but you definitely didnât mind the sensation. you ran your hands down his biceps, as you admired him.
his eyes flicked up to yours, a knowing grin on his face as he slowly inserted a finger. you gasped, moaning at the stretch. it didnât matter how many times you had danced this dance, it would always end up with you a panting, desperate mess- but thatâs where it would end. it would never go beyond this, and your mind buzzed imagining what would come next.
once he could tell you were comfortable, nick began to stroke your cock as he pumped his finger into you. you groaned, your breathing heavy and laboured. it was too much, your body beginning to coat itself in sweat.
âiâm not going to last long, fuck!â you moaned, your stomach flexing as your hips began to jerk.
âi have to get you ready.â nick protested, his finger deep inside you.
âi am ready! just hurry up and fuck me.â you scolded, the desperation leaking from within you.
nick rolled his eyes, slowly pulling his finger out and stopping his strokes on your cock. âso impatient.â
you grabbed his face as he crawled up to hover over you once more, crashing your lips together. you didnât waste any time, reaching down his boxers to begin stroking his solid, leaking cock. he moaned hotly into your mouth, a string of saliva between you. nick was big, not ridiculously- but it was the girth that scared you. you knew it would be a tight stretch, but your brain was so fogged with lust you didnât care.
âiâm going to be really, really slow. i wont lie to you, it hurts like a bitch the first few times.â nick told you, looking into your eyes sternly.
you raised an eyebrow. âthe first few?â
âmhm.â he hummed, âso you need to tell me if itâs too unbearable.â
you nod, desperately just wanting him inside of you, your cock leaking and your heart thudding in your throat. he reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the condom and ripping it open with his teeth. you were completely enamoured with him, his broad shoulders, the veins in his arms as he rolled it onto himself, his hair falling over his eyes, his wet lips. it was all so painfully erotic.
he motioned you to roll over to your stomach, and the weight of the situation finally hit you. this was really happening. yet, you found yourself comforted by the fact it was your boyfriend, and that you loved and trusted him more than anyone.
nick put his weight on you, kissing behind your ear. âiâm going to go really slow, okay? and iâll stop whenever you want, no questions asked.â
âi know you will.â you whisper, craning your neck to turn around and kiss him full on the lips.
he rubbed the cold lube over your hole, and pushed it in with his finger. he toyed with you, spreading you open to prepare you. finally, you felt the tip of his cock linger at your entrance, as you latched your teeth into your fist in anticipation. incredibly slow, nick began to push himself inside of you. you bit down on your knuckles, the intrusion burning more than you had imagined. nick stopped once he was halfway, bending down so that his chest was flush with your back.
âwait, just-just stay like that for a bit.â you breathe, trying to adjust to the stretch.
âokay.â he whispered, kissing your cheek. âyou feel fucking amazing, though.â
you chuckled, slowly beginning to forget about the pain. it took you a few moments to gain your composure before you urged him on.âokay, you can keep going.â
nick pushed himself further into you, your mouth falling open and a guttural moan tumbling out. it burned, but it felt so good. that was until, he started thrusting. his thrusts were slow and cautious, but you yelped in pain. âfuck, iâm sorry. it hurts.â
âiâm sorry, i probably shouldnât have done it in this position.â nick sighs, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek. âthis is new for me too, iâm just copying what other guys have done to me.â
you found the strength to smile at this. nick, always the people pleaser. âwell, what if we try, likeâŠwe can try a different position?â
âyeah, letâs try that.â he agrees.
you take a little bit of fiddling and shuffling around, but eventually find yourself on your back, with nick still hovering over you. he pushed back inside of you, but this time it feels different. this time, you couldnât describe the feeling. it was euphoric. you loved that you could see his face, too, his cheeks and the tips of his ears pink.
âbetter?â he asked, coyly.
âyes.â you moaned, ânow move, please.â
nick began to thrust into you once more, this time more comfortably. you whimpered as the burning sensation began to fade and be overtaken by a pleasure youâd never felt. nick was huffing and breathing heavy, his arms flexing as he held his weight up above you. your hands found purchase on his biceps, as your legs came to fold at your stomach.
âoh god.â nick moaned, feeling his cock deep inside of you, hitting your prostate.
you felt pathetic, slightly embarrassed by the moans and cries coming from you. nicks thrusts began to get more aggressive, his hips snapping at the back of your thighs, reaching over to start stroking your cock. this almost send you over the edge, your entire body building with pleasure.
âyou feel so good.â you moaned, watching him at work, thrusting into you deep and hard, knocking the wind from you. you truly didnât know he had it in him.
âfuck, iâm-â nickâs hips began to stutter, his thrusts loosing their rhythm and becoming more sporadic and his hand leaving your cock as he had to hold himself up, his arms starting to buckle.
you were a mess- your bodies slapping together, lewd sounds echoing his bedroom. you pulled him closer to you, so could feel the weight of him on top of you. you reached to your front to tug yourself, feeling the build of an orgasm in your stomach and bubbling to your throat, about to burst.
âfuck! oh my god!â you cried, as the feeling of nick pounding into you combined with his heavy moans in your ear sent you over the edge.
you came all over your stomach, your hole pulsating and body shuddering as the wave of pleasure that overcame you washed you out. nick wasnât far behind, chasing his release as you held him close, your bodies clutching each other in desperation. nick groaned heavily, his mouth agape and eyes rolling into the back of his head as he came inside you. the feeling was odd, his condom catching his release but you could still feel the warmth.
he collapsed on top of you, and you both stayed there like that- with nick still inside of you and your bodies pressed against each other, basking in the aftermath. the room fell silent now, the only noise being your combined heavy breathing. you absent mindedly stroked his back, your fingers running up and down his spine.
âsorry, i didnât last very long.â nick finally spoke up with a chuckle. âi definitely do not have the stamina for that.â
âstamina for what?â you questioned, pulling away so you could see his face.
he bit his lip to hide his smile. âbeing a top. like, itâs so tiring.â
you perk up now, laughing. âso what youâre saying is you like being the one fucked?â
âyes, the fuck-ee not the fuck-er.â he explained, as if it made perfect sense.
you couldnât contain your laughter, shaking your head. âjesus christ, nick. sometimes you say things and i justâŠâ
âiâd be careful with what youâre about to say, iâm still inside you.â he tsked, wagging his finger in your face.
you slapped his hand away, âwell then, i suppose youâd better pull out. wouldnât want me to get pregnant.â
nick covered his mouth and widened his eyes. âliterally stop talking.â
âwanna go have a shower?â you asked, wiggling your brows.
âabsolutely.â nick said enthusiastically, giving you a firm kiss.
as you watched nick get off the bed and disappear into the ensuite bathroom attached to his room, you couldnât help but feel a sense of belonging, like you truly felt complete now.
âhey nick?â you called out.
âyeah?â he answered, poking his head around the corner.
you gaze at him lovingly, in his full naked form, all broad and flushed. âiâm glad we did that.â
âme too, but next time, youâre fucking me.â he laughs, putting a hand up into the air before disappearing back into the bathroom.
now that, that was an idea you could work with.
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