#needy!reader

[bunmurdock]

in need of nurturing care so how about giving pleasure-dom matthew your first blowjob and you’re very self-conscious of it because it’s your first time? :( 🧸

cw: insecure reader, not kinky just lovey, hopeless romantic soulmate descriptions because i’m needy, and picturing s2e7 manspreading in black boxers matt so i think it deserves a warning

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matt was many of your firsts, and he found that to be a pretty big deal. that was a subject that made you overthink sometimes: he’s a handsome man, with a successful job and incredibly charming techniques. what impossibly high standards could be implied to you?

but it was all in your head. he didn’t see it as a big deal in the way you did. judgy. on the contrary, he was extremely proud of it, wanted to make it special, perfect, and secretly got himself off multiple times to the very possessive thought of you being only his.

he knows what you want and he promised he’d let you, but before that, you are kissed all over. he needs to make you cum first, it’s like his personal mission. some could say selfish, he’d describe it as essentially urgent. (using his arrogant lawyer voice). it’s only after he’s satisfied with you that he lets his guard down and stops controlling you so much. finally. he scoots to sit against his bed’s headboard, deliciously shirtless like you asked him to begin with. stubborn is an understatement.

but it’s very romantic when he gives you head pats and guides your pretty mouth all over him. there’s not much to be done since he’s been hard way before he started with you, so, just placing a kiss over his belly button, your fingers go to his boxers as you slide them down, appreciating the clapping noise of his dick softly slapping his stomach free that you always happen to enjoy way too much. you’re salivating, getting your prize after so much. with half-opened lips, you lead your face to his crotch, quietly admiring how good it looks this up close.

he squirms when you’re so near to him that your hot breath hits the his tip, and he can’t help but take his hand from the bedsheets to your cheek, caressing you with his thumb. it feels comfortable lying on your stomach, right between his legs, almost like a sense of belonging. maybe that’s how he felt too, and it’s why he likes eating you out so much. guided by his gentle hand, you put your mouth on him, wrapping his length around your soft lips while your palms rest on his thighs. your heart rate couldn’t be any higher, and tasting him made you feel like you could sense your pupils dilate.

but it doesn’t take long until you’re almost crying because you’re sure you’re doing a bad job. it doesn’t feel like you’re doing it right. when your teeth accidentally touch him, you cringe at yourself stupidly hard. why would you insist on doing something you’re not even remotely good at? would it be more embarrassing to give up now, or to continue for god knows how long, since he definitely would not be cumming any soon? you’re confused about why matt doesn’t seem to think the same, moaning hoarsely, head thrown back to the headboard as the hand once innocently on your cheek is already in the back of your hair.

there’s potential, you think. what if practice makes it perfect? maybe everyone is this bad on their first time. you continue, trying to take more of him little by little. he feels even bigger like this. in your mouth. maybe not quite as big as when he pounds into you when you’re spooning, because that’s a whole other level of tightness. but he is large enough for you to make a mess, the result of it being the combination of your saliva and his precum dripping down your chin, that you quickly try to wipe off, so embarrassed you might look disgusting or ugly. it’s an irrational thought, of course. both because you know he can’t actually see you, but mostly because he would not think that of you even in his wildest thoughts. yet it’s an idea you can’t let go of, drowning in all of your ‘what ifs’.

your brain is so focused on your worries it goes by unnoticed that matt felt one little bit of your drool you failed to wipe off wetting his inner thigh, and that alone made his cock throb. he loves this. oh, only if you knew how much. he’s holding himself back, honestly. giving all of his self-control to not just let the devil out, thrust into your throat until the room is filled with the sounds of you gagging on him. he doesn’t, and his strong legs tremble, practically agonizing because he doesn’t. but that’s not important now; until you feel secure enough for him to do otherwise, he knows he has to be gentle to you.

the problem is that matt didn’t expect it to feel like this. so intense, relieving and so extremely intimate. it never did. he did get blowjobs from other women before, and it wasn’t like they were bad, but, compared to this – compared to you – oh, lord. if you could read his thoughts, all your doubts would dissolve. you didn’t have to, though, not when he could tell you about them. all of them. yeah, he made a mental note to praise you endlessly once you were done and just pray you’re not bored of hearing him yet.

the truth is that everything with you felt unique to him. how after your first kiss, he couldn’t stop thinking about your taste or the specific, adorable way he heard your heart picking up. he remembers how fast his was beating as well, even more than yours, but it is something he’d let out of the story. he is mesmerized by how easy it is to fall asleep by your side and by that invigorating feeling he has had every morning since you started dating. by how his wounds don’t hurt as much when he comes home to you and rests in your arms. by how he isn’t able to take his hands off of you in public, like to show you off. always interlocking your fingers together, guiding you by pressing his palm on your lower back, making you hold on to his biceps to walk down the streets of new york. by how, for the first time in his life, he feels like he isn’t being judged for revealing his flawed self, and knows he could tell you everything, anything.

now you regret not doing it sooner, having your mouth all over him. but matt wouldn’t really allow it until you convinced him of it tonight. he’d say you didn’t have to, that he enjoys giving and it doesn’t have to be the other way around, brushing it off with a cocky smirk like you weren’t dying to try it yourself, even if you were scared.

he would distract you from objecting by burying himself deeply in your warm cunt or making you ride his face, rubbing his big nose on your clit and pumping his tongue in your entrance until you were creaming all over his mouth. it always worked, no matter what technique he used. and it did feel good each time, but also felt frustrating to not be able to pleasure him the way he always did with you.

it was all because he wanted to do right by you, all because he cares so deeply. the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like you were being used, taken advantage of because of your inexperience. it couldn’t be further from the truth. he never really said it because he judged it unnecessary to worry you about it, but your insecurities related to intimacy in general and, maybe, especially intimacy with him, didn’t go by unnoticed, of course not. matt is attentive, and even more to the things he loves.

he is also a really stern, strict man. he analyzed the situation, observed it. created in his head his own codes about you. we know how serious he is about his self-imposed vigilantism morals, so it wouldn’t be any different with his relationship with you. it doesn’t matter that he is kinky, that he’s dying inside to tie your wrists and mark you for everyone to see. it doesn’t always have to be this way. not in the beginning, and not with you. if he’s gonna have to wait, to take his sweet time with you, he is genuinely more than content to do so.

meanwhile, it suddenly feels so good sucking him off that it makes you stop overthinking. in fact, it makes you stop thinking at all. he is pulsing and is so warm, soothing. his thick length fills your mouth perfectly and it’s not even all the way in. your jaw feels more relaxed now, your brain is all scrambled, your eyes are teary, your pussy is wet once again and you feel dumb. it’s like everything else disappears, leaving to existence only those fuzzy, nonsense thoughts about the enticing taste of his cock.

but there’s this one thing you remember and that somehow you can think of, maybe because you have seen it everywhere, maybe because it was kind of instinctive: wrap your hands around what you can’t fit. yeah, that sounds about right! so you do, and start stroking the base of his dick while your tongue sucks on his pink, leaking tip.

you didn’t expect it to work, so you flinch in surprise when his large hand on the back of your head instantly grabs your hair with a loud groan. he lets go of it in the next second, shakily caressing your hair like to silently apologize. silently. he is being so weirdly quiet. well, not literally quiet, since he actually can’t stop moaning, but he isn’t saying anything, which is unusual. one of your favorite things about sex with matt was just how much he talked you through it each time: praising, teasing, encouraging you to talk back. but if you opened your eyes and looked up to him you’d find the explanation to his behavior, realizing he actually doesn’t seem to be able to form a proper sentence.

you wondered how intense it felt for him, with all of his senses, to be touched like this. your free hand slid up from his thigh to his lower stomach and you felt just how tense he was. contracting all his muscles in there, his body was rigid. and red. his cheeks were pink and his lips were plumped, moist, and painted ruby. on his collarbone, above where his largest scars lay, he was blushing. and his belly, under your hand, was covered in flushed spots. it wasn’t uncommon for his fair skin to be affected by you, but it’s only now you actually notice it, since the other times you were mostly too busy having your brains fucked out.

you also notice his moans get louder. how much you loved hearing them. you must be doing at least some good then. well, that’s if matt murdock isn’t nice enough to fake it. but men can’t fake, it, right? you snap back to reality, noticing you started grinding yourself against the silk sheets as you suck him off, only when he begins to continuously whine your name, the first actual word he spoke in the last minutes. his dick starts to repeatedly twitch against your hand and mouth, just like you would feel inside of you right when he was about to finish.

his hazel eyes roll to the back of his head and his hips buckle up, accidentally forcing his tip inside your throat. you didn’t think it was possible to go so far, and it obviously makes gag on him, a tear rolling down your cheek, but you never felt better. he grunted and moaned the words out. they were messy, and you were messy, but somehow you could understand the strangled “i love you” that left matt’s lips.

when his cum spurts warmly down your throat, you don’t quite know if you had underestimated your performance or if he just unconditionally adores the feeling of you on him no matter how much of a dummy you are. although you’re almost certain the truth is in the second option, the way his body went limp and how he slept like a baby the whole night was the perfectly proven reassurance that he just wants you, and he wouldn’t wanna have it any other way. it’s okay to learn with him if you have to. more than okay.

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EVERYBODY WAKE UP TEDDYBEAR NONNIE DROPPED ANOTHER MASTERPIECE 📣

…wanted to make it special, perfect, and secretly got himself off multiple times to the very possessive thought of you being only his... he needs to make you cum first, it’s like his personal mission. some could say selfish, he’d describe it as essentially urgent.

ohhh, matt murdock. the man that you are. i fear he is so daddy here i am vibrating at an intensity strong enough to shatter glass :/

your hot breath hits the his tip, and he can’t help but take his hand from the bedsheets to your cheek, caressing you with his thumb. it feels comfortable lying on your stomach, right between his legs, almost like a sense of belonging.

UNBELIEVABLY CUTE WHIMPERING SO LOUD.. how do you paint such visceral pictures.. i felt transported 😔

•  the truth is that everything with you felt unique to him. how after your first kiss, he couldn’t stop thinking about your taste or the specific, adorable way he heard your heart picking up…  •  ...making you hold on to his biceps to walk down the streets of new york.  •  by how, for the first time in his life, he feels like he isn’t being judged for revealing his flawed self, and knows he could tell you everything, anything. •  he is also a really stern, strict man... created in his head his own codes about you. we know how serious he is about his self-imposed vigilantism morals...

sorry. what the fuck. HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY BLOG POSTS????? I KNOW YOU TAILOR-WROTE THIS FOR ME. i’m sorry but matt murdock, get in line. i’m tucking sweet nonnie into my bed n making nonnie sweet tea hehe... anyway, if i honestly could, i would clone you and put you all over mattreader tumblr. sob... you get him. i can't even emphasize it enough. YOU GET HIM.

he would distract you from objecting by burying himself deeply in your warm cunt or making you ride his face, rubbing his big nose on your clit and pumping his tongue in your entrance until you were creaming all over his mouth.

hm. might have had a hot flash come over me that made me need to urgently lay down, but it’s no big deal. 

ANYWAY !!!!!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO CUTE WHY- I REALLY GENUINELY CANNOT AT THIS.. MATT FINISHING AT THE END AND STILL BEIN SO SWEET N GENTLE WITH HER I WANNA! HE'S SO SWEET N GENTLE AND SHE'S SO ADORABLE N SILLY, THEY MAKE FOR SUCH A CUTE PAIR.. BTW I READ THIS FIVE TIMES HEHE YUMMY! SO GIDDY

share your mm fantasies

[heavenbarnes]

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

[buckyalpine]

Give me Beefy Bucky who is shy yet obsessed with how soft and little you are compared to him. Compared to his thick, wide shoulders. His meaty, firm thighs. His huge, heavy balls. His perfectly fat, split you in half cock.

“C‘mon bunny, put ‘em both in your mouth” he whines with puppy eyes, spreading his legs more while you nearly choke trying to fit his balls in your mouth. The delicious scent of his musk makes you moan with your mouth full, his heavy sac already throbbing. “Want you to suck them both at the same time”

“S’too big” you pout, cupping and rolling him in your palm, giving your aching jaw a break. He blushes at your words, his curved throbbing cock jumping against his belly.

“You have such a cute little mouth” he whispers with a soft smile, the pink on his cheeks deepening when you shove his thighs apart again, dipping your head to take them in your mouth, “oh fuck just like that, use that tongue, suck them nice and hard, don’t care if it hurts, suck them harder bunny”

He’s a feral little (beefy) fuck, holding your head in place while rutting himself against your face. The shallow breaths you take in between with your mouth full make his tip weep and he can’t help but reach down to stroke himself, using his thumb to spread his arousal around. When he finally can’t take it, he grabs and flips you onto your back, splitting your legs open and humping himself between your folds.

“Fuck you’re so tight bunny” he shudders above you as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half, making you hold your knees apart. He pumps his cock a few times while staring at your slick hole dripping and fluttering for him.

“Look at your little pussy” his voice is between a whine and a whisper, pressing just the head of his cock into you making you moan, his tip alone stretching you. He doesn’t even fucking move, pulling it back out and pushing just the head in, his lil caught between his teeth watching his perfect pink tip disappear in and out. “How are you gonna take all of me bunny,you’re already stretched open”

He’s not even taunting you. He’s blushing so much because he can feel the way you quiver around him already and he isn’t even inside properly. “Can feel you sucking me in baby, you want more? That’s just the tip bunny, so sensitive for you, m’already making a mess”

“More Bucky, fuck me, please” you plead with him, pulling your knees back further, tightening around him even more.

“Oh God” he plunges himself into you without warning, drawing his hips back and slamming them back in making your body bounce with each thrust. You sob in pleasure, broken moans leaving your lips as he knocks the wind out of you with the powerful snap of his hips.

He looks feral, eyes fixated on where his cock disappears in and out with each thrust, your sweet mixed cream squirting out of you each time he shoves himself back in.

“Look at the mess we’re making together baby. So. Fucking. Pretty. You’re so pretty when you’re all stretched open bunny, pussy was made for my cock, you take big dick so well, you’re such a good girl, my good girl made for fat cock”

You nearly wail as he speeds up, panting and grunting, your belly bulging each time. He’s sitting back on his heels so he can watch exactly how much your pussy opens up for him, that needy button between your legs equally desperate for attention.

“Why’s are you so tight around my dick baby, can’t even last when I fuck you” he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to try and collect himself but it’s pointless. His cock starts to swell, drops of cum already starting to spurt out. He’s trying so hard to hold back but his body can’t stop moving, chasing the way your pussy chokes his length.

“M’mph-gonna cum-“ he chokes out, his movements growing sloppy and erratic, the bed banging the wall. “Gonna pump you full of cum baby, gonna make you wet the bed with how much cum drips of you”

“Cum in me Bucky” your nails dig in his shoulders, gasping when he sits back and spits onto your clit before rubbing it in circles.

“Such a cute little button making you scream so loud, you sound so beautiful like this” he gives it a pinch and you shatter around him, desperate squeals making him moan louder.

“Gonna milk my cock dry, gonna give you a thick load baby, there’s so much cum in my balls, in my dick, I can’t hold it, it’s so swollen, S-o sensitive- FUCKKK” he lets out a broken sob as he starts to throb ropes and ropes of his warm spend in you, the sheets soaking what your pussy can’t hold.

“Got the sheets all wet bunny, can feel it on my thighs-

Anyway. As always I’m sorry for this.

[moralesispunk]

retired! Simon who starts to find joy in a lazy lie in

who whines - actually whines - when you try to get out of bed before 9 on a Sunday, his bear paw hands gripping at your thighs, waist, tummy, anything that will have your back pressed against his chest and have your head tucked under his chin

soon you're being lulled back to sleep from the weight of his body half pressing you into the mattress and the sheer warmth of this human radiator, his even breathing against your neck and his heartbeat slowing as he falls back to sleep, the occasionally tightening of his hold like he's pulling you against him even in sleep

(nsfw below minors dni)

and then you wake to his sleepy body rocking against yours, kisses being pressed along your shoulder and across your back, his rough sleepy voice asking so nicely if he can be inside you, just the tip, please love, and when you nod he's pulling your shorts down and sliding his hand between your legs until your wet enough for him to slide inside, and when you're both coming and you're squeezing around him, you both start to fall back asleep again with him still inside you

[fueledbysano]

it has been raining for days on end, which also meant that your boyfriend had been fucking you nonstop. stay dry, they said. but he kept your pussy wet, full, and sore.

“one more, sweetheart, I know you can take more~" you've been at it like rabbits, but he is still insanely horny! with your mind airy and drool falling on your chin, you could only nod in response to his invitation.

“ah— don't stop!” he had just shoved his dick back inside of you, but you're already begging for more and provoking him further.

“Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” he exhaled, rolling his hips, your tits sticking to his chest as the sweat from his abs warmed you, his hips piston faster, needing more.

“nghh~ [ Y / N ]~” he cried into your shoulder, hips desperately chasing for release as he rut so deep into your pussy.

“all mine~” he whimpered, fingers clawing with yours and pushing your body deeper into the mattress.

his thrusts keeps getting deeper and static fills your head. you can't think. he grinds, fucking and speeding up the pace, his finger rubbing your clit in agonizing, sweet circles.

“Ugh,” you pant, kissing him hard as you climaxed for the nth time. your pussy is extremely sensitive, yet throbbing, clenching on emptiness when he pulls out to lay you on your stomach.

"I'm not done with you yet..." the sheet falls from his shoulders, baring you to the cold air brought by the rain outside.

— [ TR ] Hanma, Baji, Shinichiro, Rindou, Kazutora, Kakucho, Mikey, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Wakasa, Sanzu.

— [ JJK ] Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Yuta, Suguru.

♡ mdni banner by @ benkeibear!

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

Okay look, I know people are gonna characterize Aventurine as the kind of yandere that manipulates everything behind the scenes and is always coming up with ways to try and make his darling unable to rely on anyone but him. But honestly? I can see him as the desperate needy type who needs to have your attention on him, he NEEDS to be the only man you'll ever want and look at, and GOD, he just desperately needs you to own him in his entirety.

He'll do anything to keep your attention on him and make sure that you at least will keep him around long enough for him to enact his plans of keeping you by his side. You want a dog who does whatever you say and will crawl on hands and knees for your amusement? You want a pretty little toy that you can break over and over? You want him to take the lead and make you unable to think or walk anymore? He'll do it, he'll do whatever you want, he'll do anything to keep your attention on him until he can make you his.

[tojisun]

i cant stop thinking about how big konig is my goddd

just him pulling you to his lap, feeling the size difference as he manhandles you so you're perched directly on top of his chub :(( it's thick and heavy as he moves your body so you're rutting on it, and you feel the beginnings of your pleasure simmering underneath your skin, almost engulfing you.

the way konig would hold your waist and you're stumped into silence at seeing his big hands lay flat on your belly because you know they're wide but seeing the extent of how much they span is something else. it's not like you're any smaller and slimmer too, and yet there konig is, holding you literally in the palm of his hands as though he could fold you.

and he does!

just imagine konig fucking you mating press style. the way he'd press your knees so close to your shoulders, exposing so much of you to him as he bears down his weight on you. mounting you.

"so wet for me, little maus," he rumbles, rutting his still-covered cock against your leaking cunt. "always so messy for me. so needy."

you're crying, hiccupped sounds being devoured by his hungry lips. and when he pulls back to gaze at you, you tremble at the possessive look in his eyes. because you and konig may have been together for a while now but he always fucks you like it's his first time staking his claim.

like he's finally caught you, his little prey.

[doomsdaybby]

Steve had a habit of being close. The type of close where he could sit snugly beneath your ribs, enveloped by the cushioned weight of your lungs, nestled safely against your heart, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Be it a hand in the back pocket of your jeans, the cradle of a thumb in your belt loops, or a the secure press of a palm to the small of your back, he was always there.

Steve also had a habit of trying to get closer in bed, at your most intimate, if ever possible. As if his end goal was to tie your souls into an unbreakable knot, melding into one being.

Like right now, you straddle his naked hips as his shoulders slouch forward from the headboard he leans against for support. His heated face presses to the soft juncture of your neck, and open mouthed kisses pepper your collarbone.

Your fingers meld to the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck, barely tugging, enough to make him shudder and press his lips to you that tiny bit harder.

The desolate Harrington house comes alive with the sounds of your mingled gentle panting, Steve’s bedroom an all encompassing warmth comfortable enough for a pretty mid-June night.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles into your skin, breathy moans fanning that major artery in your neck. A dreamy sigh escapes your parted lips, right at the shell of Steve’s ear, exactly where he liked them. He always wants to hear every intricate sound that unravels when you’re lost in euphoria, sounds caused by him, the delicate stitching of your very being fraying beneath his fingertips.

Steve wraps both hands around your back, taking his time to skate his fingers over the supple rolls of your flesh. One hand settles to grasp at the fat of your hip, whilst the other smooths delicately up and down your spine. A grounding, tender sort of action that had goose flesh rising beneath his touch.

“Steve,” you whisper in his ear. He was on fire, and you burned twice as hot. A pathetic sort of noise falls from his lips, absorbing into your pulsing skin. He grips you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer, nails creating crescent moons at your hip.

Steve rolls his hips beneath you, grunting as he goes, the position you’re in permitting only the smallest of movements, though his twitching cock manages to bury itself deeper and deeper still.

He shifts up whilst you grind down, glossy eyes rolling back amongst the sheer pleasure of feeling him everywhere. Steve slides his fingers from your back to trace the cage of your ribs, the feathery pressure causes you to giggle into his hairline, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He smiles against you, turning his face to rest his cheek to your chest to hear the thump thump thump of your heart.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, nosing just under your chin. Sure, being roughed up was nice every once in a while. But sex with Steve was exactly like what you would read in romance books; delicate, passionate, engulfing. He could be meaner if you asked him to, but to be completely lost in each other this way was an entire world apart.

You were living out your very own romantic fairytale, and you never wanted it to end.

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just a little something something because I miss my steve 😩

[bunmurdock]

this might be tmi but i'm also gonna start my period soon and idk if you or anyone else experienced this too but i kinda get little cramps a day or two before i actually start. they're not really consistent but they'll catch me by surprise throughout the day since i'm not really expecting them.

thinking ab matty sensing the way your body tenses with each cramp and, knowing you're going to wait until the pain is absolutely unbearable to take medication, offers to help…

he has you laid out on the bed, back against his chest. he's got two fingers pumping in and out of you and you’re all nervous bc he’s never offered to do this before (he’s only just recently told you ab his heightened senses), but he’s taken to cooing softly, speaking in hushed tones that sound more likely to be spoken to a small, skittish animal.

“c’mon, baby, relax. jus’ wanna make you feel better, that’s all.”

the fluctuating hormones in your body have you giving in all too easily, your hips squirming as wetness pools between your thighs. it’s almost embarrassing how quickly he’s gotten you so wet, just with a few teasing words and the promise of an orgasm or two.

“is this all f’me?” he’d murmur in your ear, his fingers pulling out for a moment to slide through your puffy folds, circling around your clit a few times before dipping back inside you. “mmm, good girl, getting so wet. just listen to my voice baby, you’re gonna feel better soon.”

and when he crooks his fingers, pressing against that little spongey spot inside you, you whine and clench down on him so tight that he lets out a surprised huff, chuckling low in your ear.

“did that feel good? yeah?”

knowing that you’re still feeling a cramp or two every so often the longer he makes you wait, matt focuses on making you cum, massaging your clit with the heel of his hand as he slips another finger inside you, your pussy fluttering around his digits. it’s an embarrassingly short amount of time later when you’re whining and squirming, your legs beginning to tremble as you near your peak.

“you close, baby? that’s right, that’s right, go on. cum f’me, baby.”

and when your body locks up around him, your slick gushing around his fingers, he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“just like that, baby, there we go. did so good for me, sweetheart, so damn good.”

as you’re coming down, he rubs his other hand against your lower belly, his palm warm where it presses against your skin.

“all better?”

head spinning, you force yourself to take stock of your body. the cramping in your belly had mostly gone away, leaving smaller, duller pulses of pain in their wake. these cramps were much more manageable, but matt doesn’t even let you climb off of him, his palm on your lower belly sensing the less intense cramps. he has three fingers in you still, and he crooks them slightly, testing our how overstimulated you are. your back arches as sharp pleasure rushes through you, a strangled sound getting caught in your throat.

“shh, shh, shh…” matt croons softly, moving his free hand to cup one of your breasts instead, his warm hand gently kneading, another quiet sound leaving you as your sore, tender flesh is massaged. “i know, baby, i know… just give me one more. almost done, honey, c’mon.”

and as he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you again, it’s like your body is helpless to do anything but surrender to the pleasure he’s stoking within you, the overstimulation fading as your pussy flutters around his fingers, something inside you desperately wishing that it was his cock inside you instead.

(matt would absolutely be willing to get his sword bloody, if you know what i mean, but this is too new to you right now. maybe in a few months…)

when he pinches your nipple, you’re gone, clenching like a vice as your back arches, the prettiest sounds leaving you as you turn your face into his neck. your breaths are shaky as he finally gives you a reprieve, pulling his fingers out and licking your slick off them, your hazy eyes focused on how plush his lips are wrapped around his fingers, determined to get every drop of you onto his tongue.

you sink into his embrace, curled up against his chest like a needy puppy as your breaths even out and consciousness slips away, hearing only his voice as he soothes you to sleep, his hands warm as they press you closer to him.

- ⭐️

STAR NONNIE OH MY GOD THE. SCREAM. I LET OUT IN MY SOUL THE WAY HE TALKS HERE MADE MY TUMMY DO THE THING. it hurts it is pulsing it is soaking the floor!!!! ꩜_꩜

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NEEDY. | AKI HAYAKAWA

synopsis ━━ you were in need of a roommate, and aki hayakawa needed a place that wouldn't ask any questions. you went to work during the day, while aki worked late nights. you basically had the apartment to yourself. it was honestly a match made in heaven. but then, you just had to come home one day and catch your roommate in a precarious situation. (aki x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ voyeurism (just a wee bit), sex-deprived aki 🫶, but also possessive + jealous aki, masturbation, dirty thoughts + wet dreams, fingering, praise, multiple orgasms, classic missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, mutual pining/confession, kinda au (we're not mentioning the gun devil arc), aki has lived to see 26 + reader being a similar age, some religious imagery. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.1k

song inspiration ━━ dealer, lana del rey / friends, chase atlantic / double fantasy, the weeknd

author's note ━━ hi.....hello.........so this idea has been in my head for a little bit, and I realize roommate aus like this are simply not that original, but god dammit I just needed to get this out of my head. anyway, I lurrrrrv sex deprived aki. shout out to my friend hollis for screaming about this with me hehe 💓

The most words you had ever said to your roommate were on the day you interviewed him before he moved in. You immediately noticed that he was strange, but also shy and seemingly harmless. When you had asked why he needed to move in so quickly, he had said something along the lines of a “toxic environment” with his previous roommates: “Denji and Power are just too noisy and reckless. They’re four years younger than me. I need a place less chaotic.” You had been interested in getting to know more – you were curious, after all, about your potential roomie – but once he mentioned that you’d probably never see him because he worked nights, you were sold.

Aki Hayakawa was your new roommate.

He had never been more excited to finally get away from Denji and Power and the tumultuous mess they had turned his apartment into. He was older now; he needed something for himself, even if it was with a roommate. Being a Public Safety Devil Hunter, he needed a place that didn’t think twice about him, a roommate who didn’t ask questions. That’s what he liked about you: your place was on the right side of the city, and you looked at him like he was normal. The Fox Devil said you weren’t going to be good for him, but Aki tended to ignore them anyway.

You had helped him move into your second bedroom just a week later and he hardly said a word, except to ask you who had formerly occupied this space. You were hesitant to talk about it at first, but you cracked soon enough: “My old best friend lived in here. We had rented this place together, but we … aren’t exactly speaking anymore,” you admitted, setting a box down at his feet. “I came home from work one evening and found my boyfriend cheating on me with her. It had been going on for months, right under my nose.” You looked away when you felt your eyes start to sting with tears, sniffling them away. “Friends come and go, I guess. But I’m thankful you, at least, worked out to rent this space.”

“Well,” he sighed, opening up the box as you turned back to him. He smirked. “I promise I won’t sleep with your boyfriend.”

You had laughed, and what a pretty sound it was. After move-in day, Aki was true to his word that you almost never saw him. You worked a normal 9 to 5, while Aki … well, you had no idea what Aki did. You assumed he was a security guard or something with the hours he worked and how he was always wearing a suit and tie. He was working all the time, even weekends. Sometimes, you would catch him coming home as you were leaving for work, or on Sunday morning as you ate breakfast in the kitchen. He would be too tired to talk, simply waving at you before retiring to his room.

It was almost like living alone … except for notes he’d sometimes leave you on the stove or the bathroom. Or the weekend mornings, when he’d get you a coffee and leave it out for you before going to his room. Or the once-in-a-blue-moon nights when you’d stumble in the early hours of the morning after drinking in the city with some friends, standing out on the deck with Aki as he smoked a cigarette. Nights like those, you could’ve sworn Fate was trying to get you two to see each other, because you would be arriving home at just the right hour and Aki would be getting off work early. And you would find him on the deck in his suit and tie, cigarette hanging from his lips, hair pulled up in his classic topknot. He would find you leaning against the railing in nothing but a short dress, the glitter on your lids making your eyes sparkle even more, and – god, you were just so pretty.

After that night, he started dreaming about you. He dreamed about how your lips would feel against his, what it would be like to have you sleep next to him and rest your head on his chest. He was consumed by thoughts of you under him, how you tasted, the way you’d tremble if he kissed that sensitive part of your neck you told him about one late night on the deck. His need for you was insatiable. In his line of work, there wasn’t much time for dating, let alone sex. He hadn’t been thinking about it that much, especially when he’d been housing Denji and Power, but now … he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Naked. Underneath him. On top. God dammit, he’d have you any way you wanted.

It made him wish he had acted on his instincts that night on the deck: pushing you against the sliding door, his lips crashing onto yours, hiking your skirt up that just barely covered your thighs and using his non-dominant hand (the one that didn’t shake) to feel how wet you were. But alas, Aki Hayakawa was a gentleman. 

You two had been living together for a year. He hardly knew you, but also knew you like nobody else did. He knew how you took your coffee – black with two sugars. He knew the brand of toilet paper you liked. He knew that you liked to hang your coats in the closet on the right side. He knew you drooled in your sleep, and what TV shows made you laugh, and how much your water bill was each month.

He was acting out in ways that were unlike him. If he came home from work and saw you had a guy over, he made his presence known. When you were at the office, sometimes he would go to your room just to smell your perfume, and other times he would steal your panties. (He always gave them back, feeling too shameful. But he did keep one underneath his pillow.) Some nights, he would pretend to leave for work early and you would retire to your room for the night, and then he would hear the familiar sound of your vibrator and – fuck, he had to go to work hard. Again. 

You were taking up too much space in his head. He was becoming distracted at work, thinking about what you were doing during these late hours. Maybe the Fox Devil was right: you weren’t good for him.

But he wasn’t moving out any time soon.

It was a Thursday after work and you were completely exhausted. After attending endless meetings and having to argue with coworkers all day, you left work early and were grateful to have a night alone with some leftovers from the night before. You had completely forgotten Aki telling you earlier in the week that he had this Thursday and Friday off, your mind preoccupied with work responsibilities. Sighing as soon as you walked through the door, you set your bag down and shuffled out of your shoes. You shut the door softly, at peace with the silence. You didn’t even have the energy to get out of your work clothes; you simply padded your feet to the fridge, plucking your leftovers out. It was only when you reached up to the microwave that you noticed the apartment wasn’t as silent as you assumed.

Sounds emanated from another room.

You got on your tip-toes, not wanting to make much noise if there was an intruder, and felt for the pocket knife you always kept on your person. Passing by your bedroom first, you popped your head inside. Empty. Hadn’t been touched since you left this morning. The bathroom was next, and you held your breath as the sounds got even more noticeable. You peeked into the bathroom and … clear. Linen closet: clear. Coat closet: clear. But the sounds only became more clear as you got closer to the end of the hall, Aki’s room, and –

You stopped in front of Aki’s bedroom, the door cracked just enough that you didn’t need to pop your head in to see what was happening. Aki was home, for once, and you … you were watching him through the crack in the door. But how could you not? You knew where the sounds were coming from now, because Aki was the one making them.

His dark hair swept in front of his eyes as he sat back against his pillows. He wore a white t-shirt, while his boxers bagged around his ankles. Grunts slipped from his mouth – that pretty, pretty mouth you'd seen wrapped around a cigarette. And his hand … his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously – desperately – with a pair of your panties enveloping the head. The same red lace panties you thought you’d lost months ago. 

You almost considered walking away, making noise in the kitchen so he would know you were home, but then –

Then, your name left his mouth in a whimper.

He was stroking himself even faster, muttering your name into the silent room with your panties wrapped so nicely around his cock. He was thinking about you, wanting so desperately cum in your panties, wondering if you thought about him when you used your vibrator. You were frozen in place, completely fixated on him as he leaned back against his headboard, his face finally exposed so you could see the way his jaw went slack, the way he moaned out your name. And – oh my god, you should leave –

But you couldn’t. And deep down, you knew there was a dirty part of you that always wanted to see this. Ever since that night on the deck, when you were wearing your favorite dress and all that glitter, and you noticed that he was looking at you in a way a platonic roommate definitely shouldn’t. You had started to think about him late nights when you were alone with your toy. You brought home dates, wanting him to see, giggling when you recognized his jealous expression. You tried to wake up earlier, just to see him when he stumbled through the door. Once, you even did his laundry to smell the nicotine on his jacket. 

The two of you simply couldn’t help yourselves.

And when you watched him finally reach his peak, spilling into your forgotten red lace panties, you realized just how wet the ones you were wearing had become. You watched him grunt as he came, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat off his brow. And when he muttered under his breath a soft, “Fuck,” you couldn’t help the short gasp that left your lips.

Aki stalled. Oh, shit. You hadn’t been quiet enough. He sat up more in his bed, pulling his boxers up, and you whipped your back against the wall. You cupped your hand over your mouth, praying he wouldn’t come out and see. But he was whispering, “Who’s there?” And you only had enough time to move ten feet down the hall before you heard the creak of his soles on the old floorboards.

“Fuck,” he muttered, louder this time.

Your back went straight, and after what felt like an eternity, you slowly turned to face him. “Aki,” you put your hands up in surrender, “I didn’t see anything –”

“Oh, what the fuck,” he shook his head at himself, quickly walking back into his bedroom. You were stunned, not knowing what to do, as he continued talking to himself in the room: “Stupid fucking idiot not closing the fucking door. What the fuck? What the fuck? My worst fucking nightmare. Fuck, why do these pants always get caught around my ankles? I need to get out of here. Stay at Denji’s for the night. Fuck, fuck, fuck –”

He emerged from his bedroom, now wearing jeans, his favorite Converse, and a leather jacket. He tried to pass you without looking, whispering obscenities under his breath, but then you were tugging on his jacket, lips pressed together.

Aki paused, cheeks red with both embarrassment and anger at himself, but you didn’t let go of his sleeve. He noticed the redness of your face as well, the black of your pupils almost covering your entire eye, and were you … were you aroused?

Swallowing hard, your voice was but a mere whisper when you asked, “How long have you had those?”

He knew what you were referring to. It didn’t take an idiot. Your stares were locked, and despite his shame, he wouldn’t turn away. “A while,” he mumbled.

“How long is ‘a while?’”

“Months, okay?” His eyes narrowed and his voice took on a new tone. “Now, can you let go of my jacket so I can leave and save us both the embarrassment –”

“Months,” you repeated, licking the corners of your lips. His eyes were made of blue fire as he stared down at you, and even with your office attire on, you felt utterly naked beneath his gaze. “I’ve … I’ve been thinking about you for months too.”

Aki took a moment to process your words, and your grip hesitantly released on his sleeve. But he wasn’t – he couldn’t – let you get away so easily. His breath was shaky as he placed both of his hands on the wall behind you, pinning you to it. So many times had you two passed each other in this hallway, so many words left unsaid. And now, he was pressing you against it.

“You’ve been thinking about me … for months,” he thought out loud, leaning in a little and nosing your hair. Your scent was intoxicating. That perfume … he could cum in his pants just from smelling it. “For months, you’ve been bringing guys to the apartment to … to what? Make me jealous?” He chuckled under his breath. It took him so long to put it together. “For months, you’ve been touching yourself right before I leave so I go to work fucking hard.” His nose traveled down to your neck, grazing that spot you told him about, and you shuddered. “You’ve been putting me through the wringer and I didn’t even have a clue.”

“You’re … you’re not so innocent.” You tried to keep yourself together, but it was difficult with him pinning you to the wall and – oh, he was already hard in his pants, pressing into you.  “You’ve been stealing my panties so you can masturbate with them.”

Aki hummed quietly, pressing his lips so delicately to your neck, as if his cock wasn’t completely strained in his jeans. “I supposed I have,” he whispered against your skin, “for months.”

“Since that night on the deck,” you croaked out, hands balling into fists as he licked a stripe up your neck. If he didn’t stop, you’d surely moan. “But I didn’t say anything – didn’t think about saying anything – because … because we’re roommates.”

“We are roommates,” he said, lifting his head from your neck, his lips hovering so close to yours. “And if we’re just stating facts here, I’ve needed to kiss you since that night.”

You didn’t wait for him. Immediately leaning in, your lips pressed onto his in a hungry kiss. His mouth molded to yours, and he tasted exactly like you thought: like black coffee, cigarettes, those raspberry pastries he always kept in the kitchen. His tongue, slipping into your mouth, tangled with yours in a way that you had only dreamed about. Your hands released from their fists, instead reaching up to twist in his t-shirt, bringing him even closer to you. He’d hardly touched you and you were completely, utterly soaked. 

As if hearing your thoughts, his lips broke from yours for just a moment to beg, “I need to touch you.”

“Please,” you whispered back, and his mouth was back on yours.

He dragged one hand down from the wall (his shaky hand, believe it or not), still pressing you against it, and worked on unzipping your trousers. You nuzzled your nose against his as he kissed you deeply, slipping his hand in your pants, past the waistband of your panties and – you were exactly as he dreamed you’d be. Absolutely wet. Just as needy for him as he was for you. “Fuck,” he muttered into the kiss, spreading your soaked folds with two long fingers. 

Your lips tore away from his, a trail of spit following, because you simply had to release the moan you’d been holding in for so long. Despite loving the way your mouth fitted against his, he was glad for it, wanting to see your face when he started rubbing your sensitive clit. And fuck, was it the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Your fists on his t-shirt went loose as your body felt like it was made of liquid, angling into his. Your lips pursed, soft whimpers filtering out as he rubbed you in those tight circles.

“So fucking wet f’me,” he mumbled, grazing his lips over yours. “Dreamed about this for months. Fuck, I’ve gotten hard just thinking about this pussy.”

He finally dipped a single finger inside you, and your hips immediately jerked against his hand. Aki let out a shuddering breath when he felt how much you were squeezing just one finger, pumping it in and out of you slowly. “Please,” you whispered, despite his thoughts, “I can take more. I promise.”

You didn’t need to ask him twice. He shoved two fingers inside you, curling them against that spot that had your hips instantly bucking. “Fuck, Aki,” you whined as he plunged those fingers in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Yeah?” He breathed. 

“Kiss me.”

Aki moaned from your words alone, kissing you hard while fucking you with his long fingers. He was practically drunk on you: your scent wrapped around him, you tasted like citrus, and the way bucked into his hand … god, he needed to fuck you. So bad. And if you didn’t want that, then he needed to jerk himself off immediately or else he was going to explode in his pants. The last thing he needed was another embarrassing moment tonight.

It only took seconds to have you sighing into the kiss, squeezing his fingers like a vice as you came. His thumb on your clit was relentless, taking you over that lovely peak, as you mewled and cried into his mouth. It was almost religious, the way you moaned, and Aki had never felt closer to God than in this moment.

When the adrenaline subsided, he slowly removed his fingers from you and broke the kiss. You watched him intensely as he brought the fingers covered in your slick to his mouth, tasting you. Your lips fell open slightly, eyes going wide while his own closed, savoring the taste. What the actual fuck, you thought to yourself. How the fuck have we been living under the same roof and it took this long for me to see that?

Without missing a beat, you pushed yourself off the wall, winding your arms around his neck and latching your legs to his waist. He lifted you as if you were made of air, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. Before you could even perceive how much time had passed, you were on his bed, blouse disheveled and trousers undone. Even your hair hadn’t left the updo you put it in every weekday. Your eyes flickered to the right and you giggled to yourself. He had finally shut the door.

His eyes remained on you as he shrugged off his jacket, and then his pants. He was back in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, when your panties had been wrapped around his cock like a birthday present. He hesitated before finally pulling off his shirt, and you saw the scars lining parts of his chest. Definitely not a security guard, you thought to yourself but decided not to ask about it now. You reached up as he stood between your legs, brushing your fingers over the scars, and then dragged them down his abdomen. His frame was thin, but he was more built than you believed, always hiding himself under those oversized button-ups.

He wrapped his hand around your wrist as you touched him so gracefully. “Do you want to …?” His voice was so soft, the question hanging off the edge of his tongue.

And then, you smiled up at him, looking like an angel. “Yes, Aki,” you whispered.

He felt like a kid in a candy store. The only thing – the one person – he’d been dreaming about and looked at him as if he weren’t a machine, or a gun with the trigger pulled, was lying before him and liked him. For months, they’d both said. His dominant hand was shaking as he started unbuttoning your blouse, and when you noticed (though you had observed this the day he moved in), you grabbed his hand and placed it on your cheek. With his left hand and your right, you worked together to undo the buttons until your chest was exposed for him. 

Moonlight streamed through his bedroom, the only light source in a seemingly dark area.  City lights reflected on you as you pulled your hair free from the updo, those pretty strands fanning on his sheets. His sheets. Because you were in his bed. The blinking lights from corporate buildings outside your little apartment created a halo around your head and – fuck, you really were something religious. For so long, Aki thought only hell existed. I mean, all the Devils were here, contracted to them. But seeing you splayed out so heavenly for him on his bed, he knew then that Angels had to exist too. 

He took his time taking your pants off, watching the way you bit your lip when the cold air of his room hit your soaked panties. Your eyes glanced up to his boxers, seeing the indent of his long, thick cock, and your mouth went dry. His fingers hooked on the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging down and throwing them off to the side, hoping you’d forget about them so he could pocket another pair. With you exposed and bare on his bed, he really took a moment to admire you: the way your cheeks flushed, how the halo around your head flickered, the way your arousal seeped out of your pretty pussy and your nipples peaked. He just had to touch you; it would kill him if he didn’t. Leaning down, he began peppering kisses on your neck, your collarbone, before finally latching his lips around one of those sensitive nipples. Your breath stuttered at the sensation, and he used his left hand to palm your other breast, twisting the nipple between two fingers. You writhed under him, and he couldn’t help but grind his clothed cock against you, groaning and swirling his tongue around your nipple in tandem. Locking your legs around his waist, you held him to you so he was forced to keep grinding against you. It felt too good, and he wasn’t even inside you yet.

He tugged on your nipple and released it, breathing heavily as his eyes met yours. “If you don’t let me go, I’m definitely going to cum before I’m even inside you.”

“Poor Aki,” you giggled, letting your legs fall back on the bed. “Would that really be so bad?”

His eyes were burning into yours, serious as a heart attack. “I’ve been fucking my hand to the thought of you for what feels like forever,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the valley between your breasts. “I don’t want to ruin this moment.”

Aki moved up so that his lips were hovering over yours again, and he could really see the sparkle of your irises in the moonlight. You reached in between your bodies and gingerly massaged his bulge, feeling how much he’d already soaked his boxers with precum. “You couldn’t ruin anything even if you tried,” you replied, your voice light and airy. “I’m on the pill. I’m ready when you are.”

“Shit,” he groaned at your mention of being on the pill, trembling as you massaged him. This had to be another one of his dreams. Just the thought of being inside you without the barrier of a condom … he was so close to completely exploding. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve you, after all the hell he’d witnessed and brought forth into this world. But he couldn’t help himself. He needed to have you, roommates be damned.

He stood up, needing to get away from your gentle hand. You sat up a little to help him tug down his boxers, careful of that shaky hand of his, and his cock sprang free, dripping precum on the floor. Aki, ever the gentleman, laid you back down on his bed with ease, holding your stare as he spread your legs wide for him. He breathed, praying to whatever god placed you in front of him that he wouldn’t cum prematurely. He couldn't remember the last time he had sex, but he was so desperate for you that all he cared about was not tainting this moment, this dream. 

Aki grasped his cock, giving it a few hard pumps and grunting, before positioning himself at your entrance. You both seemed to hold your breath as he finally slid in, just an inch at first, and the two of you seemed to release that shaky, nervous breath. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burying himself further in your tight warmth, bracing his elbows beside your head. 

“Keep going,” you begged. “It’ll fit, Aki. Promise.”

You were going to kill him, he was sure of it. Aki had felt the way you squeezed his fingers, but it was nothing compared to pleasure of being inside you, feeling how tight you really were. So much better than his hand. Once he was fully seated inside you, he opened his eyes just to look into yours. Your lips pursed, legs wrapping around his waist once again, and you slowly nodded for him to continue. His cock twitched.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he muttered, sliding out of you before slamming back in. You cried out, carding your fingers in his hair, and he molded his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his own whimpers. You just felt so, so good – so good that he could cry. To think that his bed had once been so cold, so lonely, but now you were occupying the space, trembling underneath him as his cock slipped in and out of you. 

Your moans were like gospel. For so long, Aki had been used to loud noise: to Denji’s complaints, to Power’s shouting, to the Devils’ in his ear. But now, it was just you two on the altar of your apartment, silent except for your heavy breaths mingling and the sound of car horns outside. You were wet and slick like holy water, taking him so nicely despite his size, and god – it was like you were made for him and he was made for you. 

You tugged on his hair, needing him so badly even though he was already yours to begin with. He really would have you any way you wanted. All you had to do was ask.

Aki was already so close to release, but he needed you to cum with him. As he fucked into you harder, deeper, his cock curving against that spot that made your eyes roll back, he reached in between you two and found that swollen bundle of nerves in the apex of your thighs. “Aki,” you whined, tears pricking at your eyes as he rubbed your clit. He could die happily now that he heard your voice like that in his ear, knowing it was him that made it happen.

“Yes?” He said, breathless, placing sloppy kisses on your jaw. You clung to him, melting into him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day. “I’m so close. Are you close, angel?”

You whimpered at the nickname. “Almost.”

“Almost?” He fingers went a little faster. “Let’s get you there.”

As his two fingers rubbed tight, small circles on your clit, he angled his cock inside of you so that he could brush your G-spot with every thrust. You were now clutching onto him with all the strength you had left, entwining your body with his and feeling his muscles flex against your stomach. He was so deep now and you were so close and oh my god, Aki Hayakawa had you like putty in his hands.

And it was like he knew it without you even saying it. Because as your walls started to clench around him, he whispered into your ear. “Cum for me, angel. Please, please, need to cum with you.”

Your body convulsed, going tight around his cock as you came. Tears streamed down your cheeks and you called out his name, spurring him to fuck into you faster, reaching his own peak in the middle of yours. He groaned deep into your neck, hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside of you. You kept your legs around his waist, not wanting to miss a drop, and arched yourself against him, coming down from the high of your intense orgasm. Aki was still rubbing your clit slowly, whispering praises into your skin like, “Did so good me … So pretty … Could listen to you cum for hours.”

You two laid like that for a while, feeling his cock soften inside you, panting heavily against each other. Once he finally pulled out of you, your combined releases dripping down your thighs, you laid beside each other on his bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence was comforting, until he whispered, “Please, tell me that wasn’t all a dream.”

Turning your head, you smiled at him. “Do you feel this?” You pinched his arm.

Aki flinched. “Ow.”

“Definitely not a dream,” you chuckled.

[buckyalpine]

Hard 18+. Incoming dirty thoughts with all the smut. Just feral as fuck thinking about how Bucky touches himself when he thinks of you. Especially if its the biggest crush he's ever had and he has no idea what to do with himself.

Cause it’s honestly an event in itself.

He’s a pretty sight when he gets all worked up, the thought of you making his cock hard and balls heavy. So, so heavy. So full. His body heats to 100. All his clothes come off. He doesn’t rush a thing.

Those plush thighs are spread apart, giving himself slow, languid strokes while his metal hand comes down to cup his balls. He bites back a whimper when he rolls them, his cock getting wet in the process. He thinks about how soft your hand would feel if you touched him there, telling him how heavy and full they feel.

Tell him how you'd empty them and make him feel all better.

Fuck, he wished he could hear your sweet voice saying the dirtiest things to him.

"Such a pretty, pink cock, you're so full, hm?"

"You want me to help you baby, empty your balls, does it hurt. s'all swollen with cum"

Idk why I’m so obsessed with the thought of him playing with his precum, tapping his index finger against his slit, a clear web of his arousal clinging to his fingertip. His mind is in the gutter thinking of how your tongue would lave and play with him there, prodding where he’s most sensitive so you could taste every bit of him.

He lets his finger trace his sensitive head in circles, his moans getting harder to control thinking about the way your tongue would lick him clean because he'd definitely be making a mess.

"O-oh fucck" He cries when he plays with his frenulum, finding out where his cock is most sensitive and needy, wishing it was your mouth discovering his body instead. He needs it so fucking bad, wishing he could hear your choked moans and gags when his tip breeches your throat.

He can only tease himself for so long before it almost starts to hurt because he's so fucking hard. He wraps his fist around the base, gripping it tight and going up and down his length, massaging the head each time. He watches the head of his cock disappear into his hand when he jerks his cock and now his mind is fully focused on how tight your pussy would feel. How you'd suck him right back into your greedy, tight cunt, crying over how fucking thick and big he was. He'd be so hard, so swollen, giving you relentless thrusts making the bed shake, reaching places you didn't know existed.

Fuck, you'd sound so pretty.

He'd be obsessed with you crying out for his name, begging for you to say it over and over again.

"Whose making you feel this good baby, tell me, whose cock makes you cum"

"J-JAMES!"

"That's it, say my name, say it again angel"

"JAmes, James, fuck-J-James"

"Feels good huh, my cock feels good in you baby? Keep saying it pretty doll, let everyone know"

"FUCK JAMES"

His fist moves faster, his hips rolling up to chase the orgasm building in his belly, pleasure spreading down his spine to his thighs.

"M'gonna cum" He throws his head back, planting his feet so he can thrust into his hand. A part of him wants to edge himself longer, rub himself on his soft sheets, hump his bed till ropes of cum make a mess everywhere. The way he'd pound you until he couldn't take it anymore, desperate to fill your pussy up. Making the biggest, creamy mess, filling you up. His hand itches to grab his pillow so he can rut his hips against it like the needy puppy he really is on the inside, gripping it the way he'd grip your hips.

He can't though.

Not right now.

Not when he can feel more blood rushing through his cock, stiff and full, ready to burst.

His chest heaves with his sweat slicked skin, he can't hold it any more-

"Fuck, fuck, feels good, s'good, so pretty for me baby-oh god- Y/n!" His warm spend shoots out of his tip, splattering onto his tummy, endless streams dribbling down his still hard cock. He continues to stroke himself until he's soft and sensitive, all sticky and wet with the mess he made on himself. His mind doesn't leave the gutter. Cum drips down the seam of his balls and covers the inside of his thighs. He traces the mess, hissing when he presses against the sensitive spot under his balls, a curious part of him letting his fingers move further down, maybe one day he'd play with his-

Anyway sorry, I have to go back to actual fics that need to be posted.

[cyxnidx]

LATE NIGHTS.

character: neuvilette x fem!reader

prompt: "please forgive me.. jus' couldn't wait."

warnings: consensual somnophilia, needy + sensitive neuvi, wet dream, slight dacryphilia, edging

a/n: been thinkin ab this for ages

neuvilette is shaken from his sleep after a wet dream. a dream that was so intense it seemed to get him out of his sleep - his hard on lifting the sheets from his current sleeping position.

and out of the corner of his eye - was you. your peaceful, sleeping figure. eyes closed softly, quiet snores occasionally leaving your soft lips. out of what he'd excuse as curiosity, he pulled the sheets back. just a bit. it exposed nothing too extreme: just an oversized shirt you'd bought while out shopping. it was supposed to be a piece for an outfit, but now it's just a classic shirt you sleep in.

removing the sheets further, he admires the way the shirt cascades down your body, hugging you perfectly.

the more of you he sees, the worse he gets. he's palming his cock now, noticing the spots of pre leaking from his tip. he takes another look at you, the sheets now fully off your body. your legs exposed, as you curl into a ball due to the lack of warmth.

the thoughts in neuvilettes mind are anything but professional - anything but acceptable. but you wouldn't mind, right?

you did at some point have that discussion. the discussion of what you wouldn't mind sexually, and what you're into. the same conversation that made neuvilette shy out of his mind.

"if for whatever reason you're awake, and horny while i'm asleep, but don't wanna wake me up.. don't be shy to fuck me til i wake up." your voice echos through his mind. "i won't be upset, promise."

he sighs, moving hesitantly as an attempt to not wake you. he knows it may be inevitable, but he'd want you to get every second possible.

pulling his bottoms off, his cock springs from its confines and slaps up against his stomach. the moonlight defines his body, creating a silhouette only a god would create. his tip is pink and angry when he takes hold of it, pulling off your bottoms as well.

he lightly rubs against your pussy lips, spreading your slick before inserting two fingers. he curls them upward, almost smirking at your unconscious reaction. he then moves to lick a stripe up your cunt, tongue fucking you softly as to not stir you too much. when he feels you're slick enough, he takes hold of his tip.

though, he still frowns. he pushes himself against you, almost groaning at the way your slick feels against his tip. the idea of using you in your sleep still bothers his slightly, but he wasn't against the idea. especially not for a first time occurrence.

pushing himself past your folds and into your tight little hole, he tries to keep moving to a bare minimum - as much as possible, anyway.

"jus for a little, baby.." he mumbled, slowly fitting himself in you. bottoming out, he watched you stir in your sleep once again, likely at the feeling of being so full. "sorry.." he apologized, kissing your forehead as he began to move slowly.

his veiny cock dragged against the gummy walls of your cunt. you clenched around him involuntarily, provoking a surprised moan from him. once again, you stir from the noise. "neuvi.. neuvilette..?" you mumbled. neuvilette kissed your forehead softly, though, with no response you seemed to go right back to sleep.

at the very beginning, he thought it'd be easier. easy as ever, actually. until he kept getting a little too aggressive, making you stir in your sleep unintentionally, or almost waking you up had he not coaxed you back to your dreamland.

as time went on, neuvilette began to see it as a game of sorts - to not wake you up. only bad thing being, he constantly edged himself. the closer he got to his climax, the rougher he'd get. the more likely you were to be woken up. he didn't want to - he hated the idea of you losing sleep over him not having control over his sexual urges. but what could he do?

but now, his hand wrapped around your tit while the other took hold of your waist, he got needy. he was nearing a sort of overstimulation he'd never dealt with before. a neediness he never expected. a roughness even he wouldn't think could be provoked from him.

"please forgive me.." he mumbled, looking into your sleepy eyes as your hands couldn't decipher whether they wanted to grip the sheets at his fast pace or rub the sleep out of the corners of your eyes. "m' so sorry.. so sorry.." he whined, tears lining his eyes as he increased his pace, encouraged by the small moans and whines that began to exit your lips. "jus' couldn't wait.." he kisses your forehead, grip tightening over your waist.

"said i could, yeah? you don't mind.." he repeated what he remembered, his mind foggy from constantly edging himself. "couldn't wait. you were so pretty, and.." it began to rain outside as tears cascaded down his rosy cheeks. "..you understand, right? right?"

[fliesforeyes]

oh, the thought of phone sex with spencer reid is driving me crazy.

it'd happen while he's gone on a case. not a short one, of course, he can usually last the two to three days away from you. but a week? he felt like he was going crazy without you, without your touch, your lips, your soft skin.

and no, of course he doesn't usually have dirty dreams about you. but tonight, of course, tonight had to be a night he did. he'd dreamt of fucking you, your soft thighs over his, straddling him as he sat against the headboard of your shared bed. the way your lips parted, the beautiful sounds you make, the soft sound of his skin against yours as he thrusted up into you, your grip on his shoulders. it was just enough to get him hard, to make him wake up in a cold sweat.

it was two a.m. when he awoke, the blinds to the window pulled shut. spencer was unbelievablely grateful that this night, he'd gotten a hotel room to himself. he knew you'd be asleep right now, the case only being further up the east coast and not in a seperate time-zone, but he needed to hear your voice.

"spence? what's wrong?" you asked, voice groggy when you picked up after the first few rings. spencer was already palming himself through his underwear, breath labored as he lay on his side. he'd never been this forward, and now that he has you on the phone, he doesn't even know what to say.

"i just- god i miss you," he said, voice quiet in the dark of his room. you quickly understood what he meant, the lack and breath and neediness in his voice apparent, the way he whined your name only furthering your assumption.

"yeah, spence?" you heard him mumble a small, 'mhm' in response, probably nodding despite you not being able to see it. you wished you could see it, you wished you could see how desperately his hips jutted forward, his big hand wrapped around his cock, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a moan of your name when he heard the teasing in your voice.

"needed to call me? need to hear my voice to cum?" you asked, already knowing his answer.

"yeah, please, please keep talking, is this okay? can i touch myself?" spencer whispered. he wanted to be sure this was okay with you. this was never something you two had even mentioned.

"mhm, yeah of course you can baby, whatever you need." your voice was still groggy and thick with sleep, but if anything it further pushed spencers fantasy of waking you and filling you up. "what should i talk about?" you asked, never having done this before.

"anything, please anything, just wanna hear you," he replied, breath heavy as he finally slipped his hand under his boxers and ran his hand along his hard cock. you heard a heavy whine through the receiver, a moan nearly escaping your lips at how pretty he sounded.

you simply rambled about the book you'd been reading, your day, your plans for the weekend. it was hard to concentrate when you could hear spencer getting himself off, the silent gasps and the moans distracting you from your words. spencer would mumble a small, "keep going," your name hushed under his breath.

you would go silent as he cums, thighs clenching together as you chewed your lip at the moan spencer let out, hushed in a way that almost turned you on even more.

"you done, spence?" you asked gently, yawning as your eyes drifted back to sleep.

"mhm, thank you," he responded. spencer kept the small note in his head that this was something you liked, for use on future cases.

[becca-e-barnes]

Ma’am, you are deviously incredible 🔥 We’re begging for an exploration of him saying “I love you” while fucking her like he doesn’t 🥹

My brain keeps picking up the storyline a few splendidly torturous hours in when her body’s completely spent & quivering & she’s a blubbering mess & that’s when he picks her up & takes his sweet time positioning her so she can limply yet eagerly watch their reflection has he finally gives her… exactly what her twitching body’s been craving. 🥵

I'm so glad you all enjoyed the thought of this as much as I did because I've been dying to expand on it 😵‍💫 (Part 1 here)

I like to imagine by that stage, he's absolutely desperate too though. He's got to feel your sweet little pussy clench and flutter around him, contracting so tight every time you cum that he swears it's going to be the end of him.

He's been too hard for too long, buried inside your body and he swears he's never felt you this wet or this hot before. It's been fucking luxurious, forcing you to cum against his fingers, feeling how your body's natural reaction is to coax him to drain his balls into you but that alone isn’t enough. He needs more than that.

He wouldn't admit it to you but he can't take any more. His balls feel like they're fizzing; overfull and beyond ready to flood your waiting, overstimulated body.

He arranges you gently, laying you on your front because he doesn't trust your trembling arms to support you. "That's it, good girl." He coos, hearing you whimper and sob pathetically because he needs to slip out of you to slide a pillow under your hips.

"You've made such a mess." He groans, taking a second to appreciate the delicious, inviting, slick little cunt he's about to indulge in. "You're dripping, sweetheart. God, I just know there's no way I'm going to be able to pull out."

His huge hands are gripping your hips and with one sharp, brutal thrust, he's back inside you and you both sob pathetically at the feeling of your bodies being joined again. This is exactly what you've needed but you don't have the words to tell him that. All you can do is whine and will your body not to cum again so soon.

"I meant. What I said earlier." He punctuates his sentence with soft groans, drawing back until he almost slips out of you before pounding back in.

He leans forward, tilting your chin up, making sure you can see the way he's fucking you in the mirror at the end of the bed.

"I love you. And I don't want you to forget that." He sounds sincere, one hand trailing up from the small of your back to right between your shoulder blades and then back down again. It feels intimate and tender but all that is forgotten by the very next thrust.

"I love you. But for now, you're just a mindless. Little. Drooling. Breedable. Cunt for me." He slows his thrusts down, determined not to cum so soon but it's going to be difficult to last until he gets the first couple of loads out of the way.

"Baby..." You whimper, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against your sweet spot, making you shake from overstimulation.

"I know sweetheart, I know. It's too much. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. How have no idea how you feel. So wet and warm and I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want? Because angel, I'll keep this delicious cunt stuffed full of load after load until I have nothing left to give you."

His thrusts are punishingly fast, thumping against your raised ass, half chasing his orgasm, half holding it back.

"And when I do, I'll remind you just how much I love you. And the baby I'm going to give you tonight."

With that thought, he can't stop himself from cumming, his dick twitching inside you as he shoots thick ropes of his seed right against your cervix. You're so cock-drunk you can only rut yourself millimetres back and forth but that's all you need to send yourself spiralling into another orgasm that leaves you trembling and sobbing.

"Fuck, you want that as much as I do, don't you?" He kisses the back of your neck, breathing you in while letting the euphoric rush subside. He notices he hasn't softened in the slightest despite such an intense orgasm but he knows he needs to be gentle with you for a moment before he can get any rougher.

[0o-junebug-o0]

Desperate

summary: Spencer pounces on you the moment you get home and begs you to fuck him, you're happy to comply.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, use of good boy, begging, fingering (spencer and reader receiving), strap-ons, strap-on referred to as a cock, pegging, anal sex, hair pulling, reader has a vagina but nothing else is specified (the only word used to describe reader's genitalia is clit), no use of y/n, whiny/bratty spencer, reader shoves spencer chest first against a wall (it's fully consensual and he's very into it), autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), aftercare, cuddling

wordcount: 3.8k

The moment you walk through the front door, Spencer practically pounces on you. You gasp, stumbling back slightly, trying to keep your grip on your bag as he holds your head in his hands and kisses you like he’ll die if he doesn’t. One of his hands reaches down to grab your ass and you squeak into the kiss. You gently pull back, staring at him with wide eyes as he pants heavily.

“Spencer, what—”

“I need you. Please,” he whines. 

You take in his appearance for a moment. His face is flushed and his pupils are blown wide with lust. His chest rises and falls rapidly with each heaving breath. His shirt is untucked from his pants and his hands toy with the edge of it. He looks at you pathetically and it’s so fucking hot.

You smirk at him as you close the door to your shared apartment and a tiny whimper escapes his lips. “You’re so desperate, baby,” you tease, lifting your free hand to press it against his chest. You push slightly and Spencer practically trips over his feet as you guide him backward into the living room. “What’s gotten into you?”

Spencer’s eyes stay locked on your lips as you speak and his hands release his shirt to start trying to unbutton yours. You drop your hand from his chest and grab his wrists in a harsh grip that makes him groan, tugging his hands away and holding them in the space between you. “Spencer,” you scold.

He pouts slightly and his gaze lifts from the hold you have on his hands to your eyes. You gently toss your bag onto the couch and reach up with your free hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. His eyes slip shut and he tilts his head into your hand. You chuckle and cup his face, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his cheekbone. He hums and turns his head to press a kiss to the palm of your hand.

“Sweet boy,” you say fondly. You release your grip on his wrists and pull him in by his shirt to kiss him. Spencer’s hands once again shoot up to cup your face. He groans into the kiss and his mouth falls open as you nip on his lower lip. A pathetic whimper that goes straight between your legs escapes from his lips as you tug at his hair. As if pulling his hair had flipped a switch inside him, Spencer goes right back to kissing you with the desperation he had when you first opened the door. You can’t help but moan slightly and, spurred on by your reaction, one of Spencer’s hands drops to try to unbutton your shirt as he practically shoves you against the wall. 

You growl in disapproval and with a quick and fluid movement perfected after over a year of putting Spencer in his place, you grab his wrist and pull, flipping your positions so Spencer’s chest is pressed against the wall and his arm is pinned behind his back with just enough force to cause a pleasurable amount of pain. Spencer moans loudly and squeezes his eyes shut as he hits the wall and you press your free hand between his shoulder blades to keep him there. 

“What do you think you’re doing, Spencer,” you growl. “It’s like you’re trying to piss me off.”

“Please,” he gasps pathetically. The sound drives you crazy and you can feel yourself starting to soak through your underwear. 

You scoff at him. You lean forward and press a kiss behind his ear. “What’s got you so desperate, sweet boy?” you tease softly. He groans in response and you nip at his earlobe. “Words, baby.”

“I-I need you to fuck me,” he gasps. 

Fuck. His words send a spark of excitement through your body and you have to fight the urge to slip your hands between your legs. 

“Yeah?” you say in a mocking tone. “Need me to fuck you, baby?”

Spencer nods frantically. 

“How do you need me to fuck you, sweet boy?”

Spencer gasps and whimpers at your question. “Need–need you to fuck me with your cock.”

A groan forces its way up your throat and you press a kiss to his neck that makes him gasp. “Fuck, baby. You sure?” you ask.

“Yes. Yes. Please. I–I cleaned,” Spencer pants. You let your eyes slip shut and you grind your hips against his ass with a moan. 

“Yeah, baby?”

“Mhm, and-and I didn’t prep myself be-because I know you like to do it,” he says desperately.

You can't help but groan at that. “Such a good boy, Spencer.”

He gasps and shimmies slightly, pressing his ass back against you. The increased stimulation makes you groan and you rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. You tug on his wrist again, quickly flipping him around to face you and, cupping the back of his neck with your free hand, pull him down to kiss you. Spencer kisses you messily and hungrily, his mouth hanging open as you kiss him like he can’t get enough air. You guide his hand between your legs and he groans as his fingers touch the wet patch on the crotch of your pants.

Even though the contact with initiated by you, the feeling of his hand between your legs, the heel of his palm pressing against your clit, makes you gasp. You pull away from the kiss to whisper, “I wanna fuck you too, baby. You feel how crazy you drive me? How much I want to fuck you on my cock?”

Spencer nods frantically and buries his head in the crook of your neck with a groan. “Please,” he whimpers.

“I know, baby, I’ve got you,” you whisper. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Spencer whimpers against you and you remove his hand from between your legs and lead him to the bedroom. He follows you diligently and when you reach the room, lets you push him down onto the bed and climb into his lap. He gasps your name as you roll your hips against his and you lean down to kiss him, crawling forward and forcing him to follow until he’s lying in the middle of the bed. You make quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and Spencer sits up as you pull back, keeping his lips attached to yours with only brief breaks for air as you tug the shirt off his shoulders and arms. 

His hands slide up under your shirt and you gasp as his nails rake down your back when you reach between your bodies to palm him through his pants. Spencer gasps and moans into your mouth as you touch him and whines when you remove your hand. His disappointment disappears the second you unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

He pulls away to bury his face into the crook of your neck, pressing messy, open-mouth kisses to your skin.

You hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants and underwear and turn your head to whisper into his ear, “Be a good boy and lift your hips for me, okay?”

Spencer whimpers and nods against your neck, removing his hands from your back to plant them behind him on the bed and lift his hips. You raise yourself to your knees and move off his lap as you pull his pants and underwear down his legs. Spencer bends his knees to make it easier for you and whines when you move away from him to toss his clothes aside. 

You press a hand to his chest and push him onto his back with enough force that his body rebounds slightly off the mattress. Spencer stares up at you with wide eyes. His flush has traveled down to his chest and you can feel the way it rises and falls under your hand with each panting breath he takes. You run your hand over his chest and gently pinch one of his nipples, causing Spencer to buck his hips and gasp your name.

You chuckle and press his hips to the bed. “You be a good boy and stay right here for me. And no touching yourself, understand?” Spencer nods frantically, desperate to please you. 

Spencer whines pathetically as you climb off of the bed. You smirk at him before turning to grab your strap-on and harness from where you keep it in the dresser. When you turn around, Spencer is sitting up slightly, scooching backward on the bed propping himself up on a pile of pillows. “Spencer,” you scold, glaring at him.

He freezes and stares at you with wide eyes. “I-I just wanted to be able to see you,” he mutters weakly. “I couldn’t see you when I was lying down. And-and you’re just so pretty.”

You can’t help but smile at his response. He’s adorable and you love him so much. And you love how much he loves you. “It’s okay, baby,” you say, walking over to the bed and setting down the strap and harness to climb onto your knees next to him. His eyes flutter shut as you run your hand through his hair. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead before climbing back off the bed. He opens his eyes to watch you as you move away. “I understand.” 

Spencer smiles softly at you and the almost dopey look on his face makes you chuckle. 

You quickly rid yourself of your clothes and toss them to the side, Spencer’s eyes not once leaving your body. “You’re so pretty,” he whispers. 

You feel your cheeks warm and you smile at him. “Thank you, sweet boy, so are you.”

Spencer’s face somehow manages to flush even redder. 

You grab your strap and harness and slip the dildo into place before stepping into it. You pull the harness up to your hips and adjust the straps and buckles so it stays in place with practiced ease.

Spencer moans at the sight and looks at you with such hunger you have to fight the urge to lunge at him the same way he had at you earlier.

“Please,” he whispers desperately.

You smirk and grab the bottle of lube you keep in the drawer of your nightstand before climbing onto the bed. Spencer plants his feet apart on the mattress and lets his legs fall open as you settle yourself between them. 

“Fuck, baby,” you groan. You reach forward and grab his cock from where it's leaking against his stomach. His hips jump and his head falls back against the pile of pillows behind him as you stroke him, using his precum as lubrication. “So pretty. So good for me.”

He groans your name and squeezes his eyes shut. With your free hand, you pop the cap of the lube, and immediately Spencer’s eyes shoot back open, his breath catching in his throat. “Please,” he begs. “Need you. Need you inside me.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” you tease, removing your hand from his cock and squeezing some lube onto your palm. You set the bottle aside and gently squeeze Spencer’s thigh before rubbing your hands together to warm up the lube and spread it over your fingers.

“Need you so bad,” Spencer continues to babble. “Need your fingers. Your cock.”

You smile at him and press your middle finger to his entrance, rubbing gentle circles over it. Spencer’s head falls back with a loud groan.

“So desperate,” you mutter. Spencer nods violently. "I've barely touched you." 

“Please. Need you.”

“Aww, I know baby.” You press your middle finger inside of him and Spencer gasps loudly, trying to rock his hips back onto your hand. “Ah, ah,” you scold, grabbing his hip and pressing him back down into the mattress. 

You move your finger in small circles to begin stretching him and Spencer whimpers. The sound goes straight between your legs and you rock your hips against the bed slightly, not caring that you’re getting the sheets wet. You press your finger in the rest of the way and curl it upwards, hitting his prostate with practiced precision.

Spencer moans loudly and your name falls from his lips over and over again as he begs nonsensically. 

You slowly thrust your finger in and out, gently hitting his prostate each time, providing just enough stimulation to drive him crazy but not enough to make him cum. “You're so tight, baby,” you mutter. “Doing so good for me, taking my fingers so well.” 

Spencer pants loudly. “Mo-more, please!” he cries.

“Yeah? You ready for another finger?”

Spencer nods desperately and you oblige, pulling your hand back and slowly easing your ring finger inside him as well. Spencer gasps at the stretch and you squeeze his hip hard to hold him still. Desperate little moans fall from Spencer’s lips as you finger him, slowly spreading your fingers and working him open. It’s been a while since you’ve fucked him like this and you don’t want to hurt him, so you make sure to take your time.

“So good, feels so good!” he babbles. “Love you so much!”

You press a kiss to his inner thigh as you curl your fingers, rubbing small circles against his prostate. “I love you too, sweet boy. So much.” Spencer gasps and writhes on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly.

You suck a hickey into his thigh as you fuck him on your fingers and when you can see him getting close, you change the angle so you’re no longer hitting his prostate and just focusing on prepping him.

He whines your name, his voice laced with disappointment at the loss of pleasure, but stops when you nip his thigh in disapproval. “Be patient, Spencer,” you scold. “Or I won’t let you cum.”

His eyes widen and he babbles, “I-I’ll be good. I promise. I–” You interrupt him by pressing a third finger inside of him, and he moans, his head falling back and his eyes fluttering shut.

You laugh teasingly at him. You love how desperate he gets for you, how easily he submits to you and trusts you to make him feel good.

“Oh, God!” Spencer gasps, his voice breaking. “I need you! Please! I need your cock!”

You spread your fingers again and, deeming him fully prepared, pull them out. Spencer whines at the loss and opens his eyes to eagerly watch as you pour more lube on your hand and rub it over your strap. 

“Yeah? You need my cock, baby?”

Spencer nods desperately. You guide the tip of the silicone against his ass and slowly press it inside of him. Spencer groans loudly and you grab tightly onto his hips to keep him from trying to fuck himself back on you. You know from experience that if you’re not vigilant about controlling the pace when you first enter him, he will try to pull you in as quickly as possible. 

Once your cock is nestled deep inside him and your hips pressed flush against his ass, you lean forward and press a kiss to Spencer’s heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath. “Such a good boy, Spencer. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer nods and wraps his legs around your waist, hooking his ankles together behind your back. You press another kiss to his chest before sitting up and slowly starting to rock your hips in small circles that make him groan weakly and his brow knit together with pleasure. He releases his grip on the sheets and reaches a hand down to cover yours on his hip. You smile down at him. “You wanna hold my hand, baby?” He nods desperately, pouting slightly, and you gently take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. 

You pull your hips back until your strap is halfway out of him before thrusting back in. Spencer gasps and his grip on your hand tightens. You adjust your angle with each thrust, searching for his prostate. It’s always been more difficult for you to find when you’re fucking him since you're unable to actually feel where your cock is inside of him. But you know the moment you hit it when a loud moan rips from Spencer’s chest. “There it is,” you say, mostly to yourself, but Spencer nods desperately in response.

You gasp as you thrust your hips again and the base of the strap presses against your clit, sending pleasure shooting up your spine. Spencer moans loudly and pathetically as you fuck him, each thrust sending your cock deep inside him, pressing against his prostate.

Jolts of pleasure shoot through you as you fuck him and the hand you have laced with Spencer’s isn’t enough to hold support you anymore. You have to move your other hand from his hip to the bed to hold yourself up as your body falls forward slightly with pleasure.

With the hand not holding yours, Spencer reaches up to cup the back of your head and pulls you in to kiss him. The angle is awkward, but you don’t mind, and neither does Spencer if the desperate way he moans into your mouth is any indication.

You press kisses along his jaw and nip at the spot just in front of his ear. He whimpers in response. “Such a good boy, Spencer,” you whisper, your voice breaking with both exertion and pleasure. “Doing so good for me. Taking my cock so well.”

Spencer lets out breathy little moans into your ear, babbling incomprehensibly. The only words you catch are your name and “so good.” You smile and bury your head in the crook of his neck, pressing kisses to his skin as you gasp and moan with each thrust. 

Spencer’s moans increase in volume and frequency and you can tell he’s getting close. You can feel him writhing beneath you and you slip a hand between your bodies to grab his cock, the remaining lube on your hand combined with the puddle of precum on his stomach his cock had been resting in providing more than enough lubrication. 

Spencer’s mouth falls open in a silent moan as you stroke him. His hips buck against yours and into your hand, and his legs tighten around your waist, causing each thrust to press the strap harder against your clit. You moan wantonly into his neck. 

“I-I’m so close,” he gasps weakly. “Can-can I cum? Please? Please, can I cum?”

You lift your head so your mouth hovers over his ear. “Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.” 

Spencer cums with a cry of your name. His whole body shakes violently beneath you as you stroke and fuck him through it, only pulling away when his legs fall from your waist and he starts to squirm in discomfort. 

You press soft kisses to his lips and he whimpers as you pull out of him. You cup his cheek and whisper against his lips, “So proud of you. Did so good, baby.” 

You feel him smile and you pull away for a moment to climb to his side before kissing him again as you undo the harness. It falls from your hips to pool around your knees, and you awkwardly climb out of it without breaking the kiss with Spencer. 

The moment you’ve freed yourself from the harness, Spencer’s hand presses between your legs. You gasp in pleasure and surprise, pulling away from the kiss. “Spence,” you pant, your voice breaking as his fingers rub circles over your clit. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” he whispers, freeing his other hand from yours and resting it on the back of your head to pull you in for another kiss. You moan into his mouth as pleasure shoots through your body and you struggle to hold yourself up. But then Spencer is pressing two fingers inside of you and your arms give out. You fall half onto him and he laughs as he kisses you but doesn’t stop the movement of his fingers despite the awkward angle.

He curls his fingers and you gasp as he hits that spot inside you, your head falling to his shoulder. “So good, baby," you gasp. "Making me feel so good. Such a good boy.” Even though he’s the one fingering you, Spencer whimpers. Praise continues to fall from your lips as heat travels up your spine and you feel yourself getting close.

Spencer curls his fingers again and you come with a gasp of his name, rocking your hips onto his hand to grind your clit against the heel of his palm. Pleasure washes over you and your legs shake with the force of it. When your orgasm finally subsides, you remove your head from Spencer’s neck to whisper, “Did so good, sweet boy.” 

Spencer removes his hand from between your legs and looks up at you with a fucked out expression, shooting you a dopey smile. You cup his cheek and kiss him softly. 

“I’ll be right back, okay, baby? I’m gonna use the bathroom real quick then get you some water and something to clean you up. Is that alright?”

“Then cuddles?” he asks softly. 

You give him another quick kiss. “Of course, sweet boy. Then cuddles.”

Spencer nods, still smiling at you. You climb off the bed, grabbing the strap-on and harness, and make your way to the bathroom just down the hall, not bothering to get dressed. You set the strap and harness on the counter to clean later, and quickly use the bathroom, clean yourself up, and wash your hands before heading to the kitchen. You fill up two glasses of water and quickly down yours. Once finished, you set the glass in the sink and make your way to the bedroom with Spencer’s water, stopping by the bathroom again to grab and wet a washcloth.

You return to the bedroom less than five minutes after you left but Spencer's face lights up like you’d been gone for days the moment he sees you reenter the room. You press a kiss to his forehead and help him sit up before handing him the glass, making sure he drinks it slowly. You climb into the bed next to him and gently wipe down his stomach, thighs, and between his legs, pressing another kiss to his forehead when he whines in discomfort. Once he’s clean, you toss the washcloth off the bed and settle down next to him. He leans back against your chest and you run your fingers through his hair as he drinks his water.

Once finished, he hands you the cup and you lean over to set it on the nightstand before pulling him closer to you, sliding down the bed until you’re both lying down. Spencer hums contentedly and rests his head on your chest, curling into your side like a koala with one arm and one leg draped over you. You rub your hand up and down his back until he falls asleep in your arms.

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{ Pairing } - Producer.bf!Jisung x afab.gf!reader

{ Genre } - NSFW; s/f/d(dark)*, PWP, established relationship

{ Synopsis } - Your boyfriend doesn't know any other method of stress relief, other than creating music. He can get so consumed by it, it can become the stressor. So you decide to present him with a new method. That's how you found yourself walking down the street in nothing but lingerie and a long coat.

{ WC } - 2.9k

{ Warnings & Tags } - 18+ MDNI, *forced orgasm/slight dubcon if you squint, everything is consensual but there is begging for more when reader might be at her limit so that's why I'm including dubcon (for those who may find it triggering)*, use of pet names (baby, angel, mine, my love, good girl & Ji), very lowkey needy/soft dom & romantic sub dynamic, worshipping reader, oral (f. recieving), squirting, overstimulation, unprotected piv (do as I say & not as I write, pee after sex too!), creampie, cum feeding & eating, fingers in mouth, pussy worship, I may just have gotten carried away with oral fixations okay? FORGIVE ME.

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated or depicting the actual life of the members of SKZ. It is a fictional piece of work, and I do not own Stray Kids. All works of fiction are loosely inspired by SKZ, and in no way am I saying it is true to their character.

{ A/N } - I originally was going to post a Hyunjin oneshot next, but I wanted to finish this one in time for Jiji's birthday! It's 2 am on the 14th where I am heheh. Hopefully you all like it. Han producing music will always be hot asf for me personally lmao. Barely proofread.

The air was cool, seeping underneath your long wool coat. In any other circumstance, on a late fall night, the coat would be enough to keep the chill out. Today however, it wouldn't. But you still kept walking, determined to make it to Jisungs studio. 

You focused on the clicking of the heels on the boots you wore. And the sound of the wind picking up, signalling a blustery night ahead. The small sounds calm your nerves. 

You were anxious about Jisung's reaction, he was in one of his moods again. You understand, you truly do. Juggling everything he has to on his plate, it was no easy feat. There were times he'd just let that dark veil take over, and shut everyone out without even meaning to. 

You knew he was in that state again when you hadn't seen or heard from him in three days. It wasn't for lack of effort on your end either. Every phone call sent to voicemail, every text sent by you was met with the same response;

'At the studio, I'll text you after, angel'.

You knew it was time for intervention when Chan texted you that he was only coming home, at 2 in the morning no less, to shower and change. No eating, no resting, just back to the studio afterwards.

This had happened twice before in the almost year you've been dating. Each time you remember talking with him afterwards, he always said the same thing;

'making music is my stress relief.'

That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is also a workaholic. One who easily gets lost in the creative space he has built a career off of. And once that diligence sets in, it's hard to shake off. 

So here you are, ready to try a new approach. Ready to offer a new kind of relief. An alternative. 

You and Jisungs sex life was far from boring. Far from infrequent, you'd say too. But it surely was more... monotonous. You'd never complain about it, and neither would he. There was nothing wrong with it. It just happened at the 'perfect' times in your relationship. 

Before bed, after date nights, on monthly anniversaries, to express massive amounts of love, etc. 

It was never to celebrate happiness, calm anger, or comfort sadness. Never to relieve stress. 

You were determined to change that. There was no reason you could not help him in any way you could. And in this aspect, you knew you could. 

Still, you were nervous. This would be new, he never did well with new. 

Your footsteps stopped, leaving only the sound of the wind in your ears. Until you pressed your badge against the card reader, listening to the beeps, to the gears unlock. 

Once inside the lobby, the clinking of your heels against the vinyl tile filled your ears. Each step matches the thumping in your heart, you find yourself speed walking.

 You smiled and gave a little wave to the staff in the lobby, and they returned it. 

In the elevator, the sound of its melodic music filled your ears next. The whirring background noise the machinery made, stopped, as you reached your desired floor. 

There was silence when you stepped off. The flooring is carpeted now, and soundproof rooms lined the hallway leaving the night quiet. 

You took a deep breath and made your way to the door you knew was your boyfriend's. It was unlocked, thankfully. 

You let yourself in, seeing the silhouette of your boyfriends back facing the door in the blue lighting. 

He was all about ambiance in this facet of life, having LED's lining the ceiling. The only source of light in the room, besides the glowing screens of his monitors. 

He was sat in his chair, headphones on, hood up, head nodding in tandem with his fingers tapping. 

You took the opportunity to slide your boots off. Opting to keep your coat on, you brushed your hair over one shoulder. You took your badge from around your neck, and tossed it on the leather couch that was against the wall. 

Padding your way over to him, you place your hand on his shoulder lightly. He tenses under your touch, and turns his head. He's frowning when he first faces you, eyebrow furrowed together. 

When he sees you though, he softens. The corners of his mouth slightly upturning to a small smile. 

"Baby..." He whispers, sliding his head phones off. Soft lofi music is filling the room from them. 

He grabs your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to his lips. He's pressing soft kisses to your palm, and placing it on his cheek. 

"It's late my angel, why are you here?" He says in a husky voice with more volume. 

Your heart flutters at his gentleness, and you bend down to press your own lips to the top of his head. A musky, yet spicy vanilla scent fills your nostrils. His scent. 

"I'm here to help you baby." You murmur to him softly. 

That caught his attention. He fully swivelled around to face you, taking both of your hands in his. He gazed up into your eyes, a curious look on his face. 

You smiled down on him, feeling nothing but love for this man. You'd relax him in any way you can. You placed a hand on each side of his face, bending down again. No more words were said as you kissed him. As your hands slid down his neck, his found themselves on yours, pulling you closer to him. Matching your eagerness.

You let your hands fully slide off him, and tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Your trembling fingers were working the buttons on your coat. One by one, releasing the fabric from your bare skin. 

You stood up, letting the coat fall from your shoulders.

Jisung lets out a soft gasp, and licks his lips. 

Exposed to him, was his favorite lingerie you owned. It was a bra and panty set, satin and lace. Revealing. 

All white. 

Your boyfriends favorite part. He always said that the contrast against your melanated skin was a work of art. He joked about commissioning Hyunjin, if he didn't have to see you essentially naked.

So here you stood before him, presenting yourself to him. Silently willing him to do as he pleases. To take your body and use you to decompress. You were too nervous to say it.

He traces the swell of your breast with a finger, curving around the delicate lace. It's a simple touch, but it still sends a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps blooming on your skin. 

"So sexy." He mumbles, eyes roving your whole body. 

He stands up, kissing you desperately, and walking you back to the couch. Your knees hit the back of it, and you're forced to sit. Lips ripping away from his, panting at the desire in his eyes. 

All your nerves were gone. New or not, it would never change the fact that Jisung craved you as much as you craved him. 

He held himself up with his hands on the back of the couch, and hovered above you for a moment looking you in the eyes. 

Then he was sinking to the ground, on his knees, between your legs. His hands smooth over your thighs, making them pliant with soft kisses, before he spreads them open. Your pussy is glistening behind the lace, and he licks his lips again. 

His hand glides from your thigh, to your heat. Thumb brushing against that sensitive bud, the friction eliciting a whine from you. 

His eyes snap up to you, and he holds your gaze as his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core. The tip of it flicking deliciously against your sensitive clit. 

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste of you, "All for me?"

You moan at his tongue swiping against you again, and again, "All for you, my love." 

His fingers hook underneath the band of your underwear, and he peels them off you. He's whimpering, watching as strings of your arousal stick to them. The cool air is hitting your sex, before puffs of hot air from his mouth is. And you're shivering again at the sensation. 

A gasp escapes you when his tongue slides between your folds. Lapping up your juices, and suckling at that bundle of nerves. You listen to the wet sounds his mouth is making against you, along with the broken melody coming from his head set. You get lost in it. 

Your hand finds his hair, and you're grinding against his mouth. He's whimpering and moaning with you, one hand palming at his bulge. The other has fingers teasing your entrance. 

You let out a loud moan when two fingers push into you, and your grasp on his hair loosens. He takes the opportunity to get air, panting, mouth hanging open. His cheeks, chin and lips all shine in the dull blue light. 

His fingers continue to pump into you as he watches your face contort for him. He's smiling with lidded eyes, basking in the fact that he's making you feel so good. 

"Ji..." You moan, needing more.

"My beautiful baby, let me worship you a little longer." And he's diving back down.

His tongue focuses on your clit, and fingers coaxing that gummy spot inside you. He's pulling moan after moan from you, making out with your lower lips, bringing you closer to the edge. Your thighs start trembling around his head, and he has to grip the fleshy part of one of them to stop you from squeezing him before he's finished. 

You're spilling over the edge, body alight and your release coating his fingers, and face. He's lapping up every little bit, determined to taste your pleasure on his tongue. Only when you start to whine from constant overstimulation does he stop. 

He's kissing his way up to your lips, leaving a wet trail behind him that you couldn't bring yourself to care about. 

You're not sure when he managed to discard his pants and boxers, but you feel his hard, bare length pressing against your inner thigh. 

He's rubbing his member against your pussy now, letting your slick and his saliva cover him. Kissing your neck as he's rocking against you, he whispers, "Angel, do you have another one for me?"

Of course you did, you knew you did. You needed to feel him, you needed to please him. So you started nodding fervently, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he sucked lightly near your ear and jaw. 

He had a grasp of his cock now, dragging the head through your folds with added pressure. Each squelch of your juices sounds like music to your ears, anticipation building in your body.

"'Gonna make you feel s'good." He's whining into your neck. 

He has your legs around him now, as he fills you slowly, both of you savoring the sensations it brings. Your pussy spasms around him, and it has him grunting. 

"Always feel so good squeezin' me..." He mumbled, letting you adjust, "...exactly what I needed..." 

Then he was pumping into you, and you felt it. All the frustrations he was holding onto, all the stress, all the vexation. He was translating it into the energy he used to pleasure you. Letting go of it all. 

You couldn't hear the soft lofi music coming from his head set anymore, instead the slapping of skin and heavy breathing mixed with moans were filling the room. You'd never be more thankful for a soundproof space. Neither of you were holding back. 

Your moans only being interrupted by quiet curses, and his being peppered in between praises of how good you feel for him. He made it known he was chasing your high before his, begging you to cum for him. 

"Please angel," he whispers against your lips, "need to feel you cumming on my cock."

His pace became quicker as he kissed you, and his hand slithered down to play with your clit. Your back arched off the couch at that, angling him deeper inside you. He groaned, and his thrusts faltered for a second indicating he was close. 

Regardless he was determined to finish you, and his tone grew more demanding, "Be a good girl... cum for me, angel."

And that was all your body and mind needed to let go, legs locking around him and body shaking. Your hands slid under his hoodie, and nails dug into his back. It was the kind of intense orgasm, that your moan got stuck in your throat, instead a rough growl coming out. 

You sounded absolutely feral for him, and you were. 

That was what pushed him over the edge, a slew of curses leaving his mouth as his hips stuttered. With a final harsh thrust, he cums deep inside you. All of the negativity has dispersed from his body, and he collapsed back to his knees. 

You're both panting, trying to catch your breath. You jolt when you feel his fingers in your folds, over sensitivity taking over yet again. He's spreading you open, hypnotized by the way his cum is drooling out of you. 

"So perfect, fuck." He says as he drags his finger through it. 

He's bringing it up to your lips, and your mouth opens instinctively. You're sucking his finger into your mouth, his essence salty but familiar on your tongue. 

His eyes are locked to yours as you work his finger, licking it clean. He slips a second finger in your mouth, letting you cover them in your saliva before he dips back down for a taste himself. 

You're whining around his fingers when his tongue glides against your clit, and your hips try to retract into the couch. Quickly, he has both hands on your hips, securing you in place so he can continue tasting you. 

"We taste so good together, my love..." He's mumbling against you. 

His words will never fail to coax submission out of you.

Your hand flies back to his hair, as good as it feels you're trying to pull him away. He's just burying his face deeper, tongue dipping into your entrance to make sure he's tasting everything. 

"Ji... s'too much... I can't-" You're pleading, even though you feel yourself succumbing to the overwhelming brushes of his tongue.

He hisses when you finally succeed in pulling him off you, "Please angel," He's begging again, "Just one more. I know you have one more for me." 

"Fuck, Ji, I-" 

He silences you with his tongue flat against you, another lick up to your clit "Please, need to hear you cumming one more time for me." He whines and starts leaving sloppy, wet kisses on your pussy. 

You always knew he was more of a giver. That even though it was you who had cum twice, and he only once. He preferred it that way. Even if he was the one needing the release more, he thrived more on your pleasure.

"Just be gentl-" You try to say, but cut yourself off with a groan. 

He's eagerly slurping at your core. Lost in the moment, all he has is your pussy on his mind now. Messily licking and lapping at every inch. He's shaking his head and moaning into it, keeping you pinned in place by your hips. 

You feel another orgasm starting to build quickly, clenching around nothing. He risks you bucking your hips roughly into his face, and takes a hand off your hip. He's pushing two fingers into you yet again, and you're seeing stars. 

His fingers curl, and his lips close around your clit, sucking lightly. You feel your release slip away from you, and your cumming on his face again. Yelling his name. He only grows more determined.

He leans back so he can watch the beautiful, writhing, mess he reduced you to. The thumb of his other hand is replacing his mouth, continuously flicking your bud. He doesn't slow his movements as you ride out your orgasm, instead picking them up. 

Your world turns white, and you feel yourself squirt on his hands. He's watching you in awe, whispering more praise for you as your juices spray over him. 

"So fucking sexy, my good girl."

"That's it, let go for me, let it all go."

"Knew you had one more in you, all for me."

"My perfect angel."

It's when you start to slip into that floaty space that he finally stops. He doesn't want you too gone, he's limited in the care he can provide here.

He's positioning you to lay on the couch, and he's laying behind you. You're both wet and sticky, and heaving for air. Yet, it's blissful. 

You lay there for what could've been minutes or an hour, you weren't sure. You were content in each other's touch. Your arm reaches back to caress his head, fingers combing through his hair. He's humming. 

"I love you." You finally murmur. 

"I love you more, angel. Thank you for this." He says, and kisses your shoulder. 

"You caught on quickly to my idea." You giggled.

He laughed with you, "I caught on halfway through it, actually. I was just beside myself with desire for you." 

You blushed at that, and you were thankful he couldn't see it. 

"I mean you showed up in my favorite set..." He whispers and starts toying with the lace on your bra, his finger slipping underneath to flick your nipple, "In ONLY my favorite set. How could I not show you how much I admire you." 

You felt his length harden against you again, and he rolled his hips slowly as he gripped your hip. 

You knew the night was far from over. 

As for how you were both going to escape and clean up? Well that was a problem for future you. 

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