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Not A Want, But A Need - Perv!SKZ

A small series of Perv!SKZ Headcanons

Pairing: OT8 x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual behavior (MDNI), Perverted behavior (obviously), panty stealing, up the skirt pics, one-sided masturbation, meandom!Seungmin (oops)

Chris :

Chris likes to consider himself a gentleman. He's respectful, responsible, kind to women and men alike - treats everyone with polite gestures -

But he really can't hold himself back when you wear that little pink dress that hugs your ass so right.

He swears he'll delete them later but he never does, taking quick pictures up the skirt of your dress when he stands behind you in the elevator.

You know why he never deletes them? Because he uses them as soon as he gets home - sometimes in the company bathroom if he really can't wait that long. Tugging his cock and whimpering as he bites down on the fabric of his shirt, staring through lidded eyes at the picture of your lacy black panties.

God, he's obsessed.

Minho :

He's going to have you sitting in his lap as often as possible. You're one of his best friends - who started as a backup dancer for the group - and he knows nobody finds it too suspicious that he has you in his lap often.

The worst they can think is that he's romantically interested in you - which, maybe he is.

But he really just wants you there so he can feel the way your ass pushes down against his cock in his sweats. He's in love with the feeling and if you move just right his head will roll back and his eyes will roll with them, slipping shut at the pushing right up against his length.

After he figures out just how much he likes having you in his lap, he'll keep his hands on your hips often as well. Even when just standing next to you - maybe one occasion letting his hand drag over your ass on 'accident.'

Changbin :

There's little shame on his part.

He loves to stare at your tits.

He starts inviting you to the gym just so he can see how they bulge in your sports bra and push at the seams, the soft skin bubbling and making him want to touch so badly. And maybe he does on occasion, letting his hands brush the underside of your chest while you're doing box squats.

He swears he's just helping you with your form - you need to arch your back a little more. Push your chest into his waiting hands. Please. For him?

Hyunjin :

He's very sly with it.

He's so, so very sly with the way he steals your panties.

That precious white pair with the cherries on them were the first he knew he needed to have, shoving them into his pocket after you'd gone to the bathroom and given him at least three minutes of free time to roam around your room.

The lace pair he saw a peek of when you sat down at a party once were next.

And he won't return them. Not when they're covered in his cum and he'd feel dirty giving them back to you that way.

And washing them would get rid of your scent. So... He'll just keep them.

Jisung :

He's the only member who's a bit shy about his actions.

He feels wrong about it but he needs it so badly.

He just loves your hands so much. Touch him a little more, yeah?

He'll do things like sit too close so your hands will brush his thigh when you talk and move them around - or stand up abruptly beside you so that your hand will bump his hips.

Or he'll just straight up hold your hands whenever he can, refusing to let go until they're down near his hips and your knuckles brush his zipper as he drops his hold on you. It's always subtle - but definitely there.

Oh, and of course later he'll picture your pretty hands jerking him off instead of his own. He's embarrassed about it but he'll look at photos he's got of you two together as well - zooming in on your rings and bracelets to better picture how you'd look between his thighs and holding onto him.

Felix :

The most cocky mf.

He's the type to rest his hand on your thigh as much as he possibly can. At first it's gentle rubbing of his thumb or a brush of his knuckles here and there,

But then it's him squeezing the supple skin under his ringed fingers as he chats with you or others. His actions are all but second nature now, but he's definitely chubbing up in his jeans just at the feeling of your thighs under his palms.

If he's feeling real bold (or a little tipsy), he'll slap your thighs or maybe - if you're really lucky - bite them to leave little teeth marks.

He'd do anything to have them pressed around his head while he eats you out, but he knows right now it's only a dream. So instead he'll just keep his subtle touches and rubs going until that day comes.

Seungmin :

So sly about it but also extremely bold and straightforward.

He passes it off as playful fighting.

The type to slap - Yes, I said slap. - your tits and ass whenever you pass by him or are bugging him. He's use to you slapping his arms or chest and laughing in annoyance at his antics, so he thought he could get away with doing the same to you. And he was right.

It's perceived as play fighting and just two best friends fucking around with each other - but he's secretly getting so hard it hurts in his jeans at the way your tits and ass jiggle when he hits them.

On a couple occasions he's taken sneaky videos of him slapping your ass while you walk together so he had it for later use.

And of course there were the few select times he full on spanked you while the two of you were bickering.

Jeongin :

Shy about it - but if he's all dressed up or just performed or the likes - he's a looooot more bold.

Jeongin won't admit it out loud, but he likes your lips. A lot.

He has so many pictures of the two of you together just because he loves the way you purse your lips all cute-like.

And he's grown a habit of touching them, too. Wiping sauce off of them when you eat meals together, brushing off crumbs or even just shushing you with his index against your bottom lip so you hush up all pretty. (And he loves seeing you obey.)

And he'll never forget the time he was drinking with you and when he shushed you, you took his finger into your mouth to suck over it. He'll cherish that memory forever - the way his cock tented in his sweats and he had to go to the restroom to jerk off so hard it hurt. He's never come so fast in his life.

[loveshotzz]

Hi hi babes 🖤🦇

May I pretty please request ☆ { licking } their neck to make them gasp with our Stevie?

Thank you 🥰

Hi my sweet sweet Drac 🖤 I would love nothing more than to give you what you want.

steve harrington x fem!reader

wc: 1.8k

warnings: 18+ Co workers to lovers, Mentions of drinking at a party, dry humping, hickey giving, uh-oh did you make Steve cum in his pants? :(

You weren’t supposed to give into Steve Harrington, you promised yourself you wouldn’t after your first day at Family Video when he laid it on thick with the kind of flirting that would have gotten him anything he wanted in high school but you knew better now and his own confidence had gotten knocked down a few pegs over the years. The problem was he could tell you liked it, because as much as you hated to admit it, you did. Steve caught the twist of your lips that you were always trying to hide when he’d tell you how cute you looked every time you walked into work even on the days it was just a t-shirt and jeans. You never told him to stop, even when he’d ‘jokingly’ ask you out to dinner after every close. It was always a shy smile and a roll of your eyes with a ‘shut up Steve’.

So how’d you end up straddling his lap in the basement at one of Rick’s parties that you didn’t even want to go to with his bottom lip between your teeth? You blame Robin Buckley and her incessant need to take multiple shots in a row to ‘get it over with’, and then abandoning you as soon as Nancy arrived leaving you with the boy you’ve been trying not to relent to and his reaction to your skirt all night.

Steve’s fingers dig bruising indentations into the soft dough of your hips when you let his lip go with a wet pop, watching it snap back into place even more swollen and pink than before from under your lashes. The mossy forest of his eyes is taken over black, pupils blown wide half hidden by heavy lids as he looks up at you with hair even messier than its normal disarray with your hands as the culprits. Your skirt sits rucked up just enough for him to see the blush pink lace of your panties underneath that match the dusting on his cheeks, and the wet patch that you know will leave a mark on the light wash denim of his jeans the more you grind against him. He lifts his hips up as he pulls you forward, gliding you over the inseam of his zipper with just the right amount of pressure against your clit to have you gasp. He feels even bigger than you imagined, bigger than all the stories you’d heard from other girls.

A cocky lopsided grin tugs at the corner of his mouth pushing up the cheek with the two moles that look like a vampire bit the apple of it, traces of pink from your gloss still linger on them and the glitter coating shimmers in the low light. He tilts his head back to look up at you, the thick expanse of his neck exposed along with the sharpness of his jaw. The new angle reveals a mess of freckles you’d only dared to let yourself look at from afar. Glitterless and bruisless, a blank canvas that taunts you.

Leaning forward your hands find a home on his chest, while his fingers spread wide over the curve of your ass. The tips of them daring to slide along the bottoms of your panties. His pecs twitch against your palms from under the thick fabric of his navy polo that fits snug over his broad shoulders, almost like it's a size too small just like his jeans and just like his vest at work. Steve Harrington knew what he was doing. Of course he did.

Tequila and pineapple are sweet on your breath, mixing with the peach of your gloss in a way that makes him impatient to collect them in a kiss again when the tip of your nose traces up the straight bridge of his. It leaves your lips just a chin tilt away from him if he really wanted but his dark eyes flick down to the growing wet patch between your thighs instead, grabbing handfuls of the soft fat of your ass to encourage you to grind harder.

“S’pretty you know that?” He groans bucking up when your hips oblige him, the tip of his cock fighting with the inseam of his jeans, pushing into the silk of your underwear making an even bigger mess of you. “Too damn pretty, honey. Could stare at you all day, fuck - I do.”

“Steve!” The way you giggle his name makes his teeth flash in the kind of smile that has you feeling like the flustered girls you see leave the counter at work.

“What? It’s true, can’t keep my eyes off you.” He sits up, straightening his back with big hands that pull you up with him.

The new position has your chests pressed, the length of him rubbing along your clit with enough pressure to make you whine and god does he need you to do it again. Grunting he starts his hunt for another with lips that find the hollow of your throat, smirking against your skin when your fingers tangle in his hair. You wanted to give it to him.

“I didn’t think you were gonna give me a chance,” His babbling doesn’t stop, especially when your hips start to circle, “you were playin’ so hard to get baby, but I’m patient when I really want something.”

“We work together Steve -“ You try to argue with a shaky breath, lashes fluttering closed as he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. The springs of the couch starting to squeak under your movements, too close to care about holding back any more. “It could get messy, you know? - Shit.”

He hums like he understands with your earlobe sucked into the heat of his mouth, letting it go with a pop before his eyes meet your heavy gaze with a mischievous glint that only stokes the flames he’s lit across your body, licking every inch of your skin.

“I don’t know,” The corners of his mouth twist up in a grin snapping the elastic band of your panties “seems pretty messy now.”

His tongue traces your top lip, while his fingers find purchase wrapped around your hips. Tan skin pulls taut over his knuckles using his strength to bring your hips down on him harder, a deep groan rumbling from his chest when you tug at the thick locks of his auburn hair from the roots.

“That’s not what I - “ Your lips connect for a moment, tongues meeting briefly before you pull away with a huff, “that’s not what I meant and you know it.”

The tip of his nose bumps with yours, his breath fanning across your face in a mixture of leftover peach gloss and the whiskey he opted for instead upstairs.

“What’s the worst that can happen?” He asks with another roll of his hips relishing in the way it makes your jaw go slack with a smirk, “We get paid to have sex? Big woop.”

“Is that how you think it’s gonna be?” Your bottom lip meets his top when the question comes out, your eyes meeting his from down the slope of your nose.

“Maybe,” He wiggles his eyebrows with a chuckle that hits hot against your throat, “If you want, after I take you out on a date of course.”

“Oh we’re going on dates now too?” Grinning with a tilt of your head, you think about stealing a kiss that he’s eager to give.

One of his hands leaves your hip, the warmth of it coming up to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing your bottom lip before tugging it down.

“Yeah, we’re going on dates”

He closes the little space between you, finally stealing what you’ve been teasing him with. His mouth moves with yours like he’s sure of himself, tongues meeting in a slow dance instead of a battle for dominance. His other arm wraps around your waist, biceps that are just as strong as they look pulling you closer, caging you in with another buck of his hips. The whine he’s been trying to get out of you starts to tease him from the back of your throat, the beginnings of it making his lips twitch against yours in a cocky way, even when he knows he’s dangerously close to needing a new pair of pants.

He’s not expecting one of your hands to come up and pinch the sharp edges of his jaw between two red painted fingers, or the way you start to control the kiss and Steve starts being the one to writhe underneath you at whatever mercy you want to give him. Truly, he doesn’t want any.

Now it’s him who whines when you pull away, your kiss swollen sticky lips finding the familiar path to his cheek. Another glittering trail of pink that leads down under his jaw where you nip just like he did to you.

“Honey,”

The pet name comes out like a warning when your tongue swipes across sweat slick skin. The tip of your nose nudging behind his ear with a smirk. Your hips circle with purpose now, not the wild abandon from before, feeling the way it makes him twitch in his jeans. He shudders when you lick the length of his neck, teeth scraping along the protruding vein as his arm tightens its hold, the palm of his hand curling around the back of your neck.You hum in approval, lips wrapping around where your teeth just were before sucking hard.

He groans your name loud enough you’re sure someone upstairs heard him, eyes rolling in the back of his head and toes curling in his sneakers as his hips buck up meeting the roll of yours. You know it’s going to be enough to leave his sun kissed skin lilac and blush when you’re done, but he doesn’t seem to care when the hard tip of him that threatens to bust through the seam of his jeans keeps hitting your bundle of nerves over and over again.

Steve’s head falls against the back of the couch, eyes pinching shut opening himself up more for you while his hips stutter. You feel the warmth of him flood between your legs. A string of curse words spilling from his lips, when your own release has your body freezing on top of him, thighs closing tight around his and an open mouth to his neck in a silent scream.

It’s quiet for a while, both of you trying to catch your breath with the bass of the music that vibrates the walls from upstairs. A content hum from your lips breaks the silence when he rubs his hand down your spine, nails scratching softly as he goes.

“Yeah, we’re going on dates.” He finally huffs out in a laugh, earning the giggle that he liked so much as his ‘yes.’

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ALL MINE (3)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I may have rushed things! but I prefer to trust the process and cook a little bit more. I hope you all like it. Also, does the taglist works how I've done it or there's another way to do a taglist?

trigger warnings;; mention of vomit (1), idk if catalog it into violence because there's none but intense argue(?

Pt.1 HERE

pt.2 HERE

pt.4 HERE

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Ellie was in such a boring class that she barely noticed when it ended and people started to pack up; a few of her classmates were waiting for her at the entrance of the door, so she hurried out with them. They discussed the topics covered in class today as they walked to the dinning hall.

“Ellie!” you called out, causing both her and her classmates to turn; you were on the opposite path from her, so you had to run a bit to reach her side faster. You opened your gym bag and pulled out the folder Ellie had left in your room last night after studying together. “Your folder, you said you needed it today.”

You were dressed in your cheerleading uniform since you had practice right now. Ellie, who had been a little dazed watching the movement of your skirt as you ran, nodded, feeling her cheeks burn, and indeed, you looked so pretty, especially when you said goodbye and turned around, showing the small bow in the back of your hair.

“Sometimes I forget you’re friends with someone so popular. How is it possible that you’re friends with her?” one of them said, mesmerized by your presence, like the rest of the group

“Well, we are, best friends,” Ellie asserted with a smile. It’s true that she was annoyed when people questioned your friendship, but she was happy to have you as a friend, and perhaps she also enjoyed the feeling of envy from others…

“Yeah but she is popular, pretty, hangs out with her kind of cliché, goes to every party invited ¡Hell! She could be an influencer if she wanted to… and you are you”

“Hey, I have my own charm” Ellie said softly feeling a little bit offended “Whatever, we’ve been friend for so many years and that’s what matters”

“Really? Then do you know if the rumours about her and Abby are true? I think it’s the hottest gossip on campus, the cheerleading captain and the captain of the women’s basketball team.”

“They’re all lies, don’t believe any of that. She wouldn’t be with someone like Abby,” Ellie said, dismissing the comments, and she sounded so sure of what she was saying, especially because you assured her of it the same night of the party.

Finally, you had arrived home, you were so tired that as soon as you got to your room, you collapsed on the bed.

“At least change before you throw yourself on the bed,” Ellie leaned against the door of your room. You nodded, kicking off your shoes and getting up to grab your pajamas; you began to undress in front of her, caring little, as it wasn’t the first time.

Ellie, without changing her position, watched as you slowly untied the knot of your top and let it fall, exposing your purple bra, unbuttoning the button of your skirt and slowly lowering the zipper. The skirt fell quickly, revealing your white panties with purple bows matching the bra.

She bit her lip as she looked at your body until she reached your collarbones; there was a hickey, and it looked recent. “Did… Abby do that?”

“Hmm?” You looked at her, she pointed to her collarbone, making you look at yourself in the mirror, seeing the hickey.

‘Shit, I told her not to leave marks.’ you thought rolling your eyes mentally

“Did she do that to you?” Ellie had a slight grimace of disgust as she asked the question, obviously she noticed.

“Of course not! It was some guy I was dancing with.”

“You swear? Because you know that I do not like Abby at all.”

You fucking knew it, that’s why when you were mad at her you used to call Abby. You knew how much it would hurt her, you had no idea why they hated each other and everytime you asked her she said that she had her reasons and was protecting you.

“I swear, I would never do that to you. Abby does want something with me, I think she’s obssesed with me, she’s telling people things that never happen, spreading false rumors,” you sighed as you finished putting on your pajamas, approaching Ellie and putting your hands on her shoulders. “At the party today, she tried to talk to me and go further, but I told her no, to leave me alone, she got really mad and threatened to keep spreading rumors, and I told her I didn’t care.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this? I could’ve defend you.”

“Oh, Ellie, please, I know you can but do you know how many rumors there are about me? I don’t care what others think; I care that you trust me. Do you trust me?”

“Completely,” she smiled before you kissed her on the cheek and let her go while you went to the bathroom to remove your makeup changing the topic.

Ellie smiled too, of course she trusted you, that’s why she was now in front of her classmates denying the rumors, no matter how much you didn’t care, she wasn’t going to let people talk nonsense about you. No one knew you like she did.

“Are you sure? Because Abby has been telling the whole team how much of a naughty bitch, how good she could take her seven inches strap, other nasty things I can’t repeat and that she had video proof…” the guy beside Ellie spoke while looking at his phone.

“What? Unbelievable! Isn’t that like revenge corn?” Another girl said looking at his phone as well.

Her smile dropped. “What did you just say?”

She stopped walking, and with her, the group. The guy who said that showed her his phone, it was a group chat with the football and basketball team, and Abby had sent different pictures that one could only see them once. “You’ve seen them?”

“N-no she hasn’t showed them yet but would do it soon…”

“Can you confirm that she was talking about her”

“It’s pretty much her name and physic description, yeah,” Ellie licked her lips, nodding slowly.

“Does anyone know where Abby is right now?”

(What happened in the fight?)

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You began to climb the stairs to your floor, Ellie and you lived on the first floor so it took less than a minute, phone in your hand, calling Ellie for the twelfth time. Since you finished practice, you had been calling her to come pick you up without getting a response, not even a message.

By the time you were turning the keys and opening the door, your whole body was filled with worry, but seeing her shoes, you felt a little relieved. “Ellie? Hey, if you’re not going to come pick me up, let me know beforehand! And answer my calls even if it’s just for a second! You had me worried.”

You took off your shoes and left the keys at the entrance, noticing her backpack lying on the floor with all her things scattered about. You sighed, leaving your bag on the kitchen counter and crouching down to start picking up her things. “Ellie?”

You finished picking up and placed everything inside. The door to her room was halfway open, and you could see the light was on. “Don’t you hear me calling your name?”

You entered the room, placing the backpack next to the wardrobe. Ellie was sitting on the edge of her bed with her back to you. The atmosphere felt so tense that it made you involuntarily swallow.

“I want you to be honest with me,” she said in an intimidating tone, suddenly a shiver ran down your spine. “And I want the truth, if you lie to me…”

She let out an incredulous laugh. “If you lie to me again…” Your breath caught, thinking about what lie you had told Ellie, all small except for… Impossible, Abby wouldn’t spill, you had Abby under control.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What’s wrong?” You tried to approach, but Ellie raised her hand.

“Stay where you are, or move away from there.”

“Ellie-”

“Shut the fuck up!” she interrupted you. “Did you or did you not fuck Abby?”

What you were praying that wasn’t the problem was exactly the problem. You didn’t know where to hide, your legs seemed to want to flee, you wished the ground would swallow you up at that very moment. You tried to say something, but your lips were trembling. Were you going to lie again? No. It was obvious that she already knew everything; she just wanted to hear it from you.

“Did you or did you not fuck Abby?” Ellie repeated the question, now more demanding and intimidating, making your eyes start to fill with tears. You hated confrontations, especially if it was your fault.

“Yes,” you whispered, looking at the ground and clasping your hands, embarrassed by how ashamed you were starting to feel.

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Oh my fucking god, Ellie! Yes, I fucked her, I fucking did!” you exclaimed, tired of how tense your body was becoming. She nodded slowly, getting up from her bed and turning to face you. “What the fuck? What have you done?”

Her lip was split with dried blood on it, she also had a bruise next to her eye and a split eyebrow. Your concerned face made her chuckle. “If this worries you, you should see Anderson.”

You unconsciously approached, trying to touch the wounds, but Ellie stopped your hand at that moment. You were maintaining such intense eye contact that it seemed like you were communicating. You were asking her to let you clean her wounds and disinfect them; she was asking you how you could betray her like this.

“You lied to my fucking face. Was it funny?” Her grip felt more painful. “What? Were you two laughing at me behind my back?” You two were close, but Ellie started taking steps closer to you, so you had no choice but to take some steps back until your were was pressed against the wall.

“It’s not like that, Ellie… my wrist- you are hurting me,” you said, feeling tears running down your face.

“Not like that? And how the fuck was it?” She screamed, making you feel smaller and making you cry more. “Explain it to me! Because I can’t understand why the fuck my best friend went behind my back to fuck the person I hate the most out of everybody on the fucking earth. Oh God! I knew you were a whore, but I never thought you would sacrifice our friendship for some sex.”

You couldn’t answer as you cried; for a moment, Ellie loosened her grip on your wrist, and you could see her eyes also filling with tears. You couldn’t hate yourself more at that moment.

“Why? I just want to know. There has to be an explanation for you to do this to me.”

“It meant nothing, I swear, it was just a few times, nothing serious,” you tried to excuse yourself, wiping your tears with your hands, but it was useless, they kept falling.

“Did she give you the hickey?” You sighed exhausted, looking at the other side, but she grabbed your jaw, forcing you to face her and look her in the eyes. “Answer.”

You nodded. Ellie let go of you, shaking her head, raising her hands in the air, defeated, watching you slide until you were sitting on the floor.

“Incredible… When was the last time except for the party?”

“That morning… She was the one who drove me to class; we did it on the couch. But then I ignored her once we got to class, that’s why you saw me arguing with her in the hallway.” You didn’t even know why you were giving so much explanation.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

Ellie really wanted a clear answer, but it seemed so pathetic to tell her that you were fucking Abby to mentally punish her for annoying you. It was your way of torturing her without her finding out because many things Ellie did annoyed you, especially when she didn’t do things your way. You knew perfectly well how she would react if she found out, but you never thought it would hurt you so much. You shrugged, looking at her; you didn’t know what to say, but you knew what not to say.

“I can’t see you right now,” Ellie said, grabbing her jacket and leaving the room.

“Wait, where are you going?” you asked, almost crawling to follow her. “Ellie!”

You shouted her name, but the door slamming shut was enough to make you shut up and leave you there, alone on the floor, crying, and you could have kept going if it weren’t for the sound of a phone. Ellie’s phone.

You approached the bed where it was, seeing that she was being called. Dina was calling her and also sending messages; you managed to read one above:

Dina<333

Of course, you can come to my house, but are you…

As if someone had kicked you in the stomach, you ran to the bathroom to vomit until you couldn’t anymore. You had pushed Ellie towards Dina yourself.

No, that’s not how the story should continue. Everything was going so well. After the party, Dina started ignoring Ellie all week, and she barely wondered why the raven-haired girl wasn’t talking to her like before, because Ellie was busy looking out for you.

She would leave her classes directly to find you, not giving Abby a chance to talk to you. She accompanied you at the beginning of your classes even if it meant she was late for hers… She was there for you 24/7, and it was so perfect for you. What was the mistake you made? Did you make it, or was it Abby? It was her. She ruined your precious environment and your relationship with Ellie.

At least that’s what you thought as you grabbed your keys and quickly left the house. Oh, you were going to fuck Abby. Fuck her UP.

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[cry4mina]

No Lights, Only Tzu

(Tzuyu x gn!reader)

Word Count: 8.8k

Summary: Staying late at the office on a Friday to finish a report your boss gave you last minute was annoying. Even worse, a massive storm is headed your way. This leads you to company you weren’t expecting and bonding you’ll never forget.

TW: Food mentions, kissing, small make out moment, cuddling and doggos.

A/N: Happy 5 Months to Cry4Mina! I can’t truly cannot believe it’s been 5 months since I started posting and it’s been insane for sure but I truly enjoy it so much and I appreciate you all taking time out of your lives to read the product of my brain rot! Lmfaooooo

Fluff is not my favorite thing to write but I did enjoy getting a little lost in this one. Per @ghostykapi saying “Gib” at the mention of wanting to write Tzuyu fluff lmaoooo

Bless and thank @raainberry and @myouicieloz for helping with names/titles/helping me not go insane while attempting the fluff 🖤

Thanks for reading!

As always, DMs and asks are always open! 🖤

The silence of the office is deafening, it’s late on a Friday night and of course you’d be stuck finishing a report that your boss had gave you at right before the day ended.

“Please, have this in my inbox by midnight, Y/n. It’s very important that we get this to the clients tonight.” mocking you boss’ voice and tone as you fill in the last two boxes with the research requested.

Glancing down at your watch, it reads 8:45pm, way too late to be in this grey washed building any day, let alone a Friday.

Phone on the desk, vibrating with weather warnings that you’ve been ignoring all day. Taking just a moment to check what all the interruptions were throughout the night.

“Thunderstorm warnings…great.” typing even faster, trying to beat the rain.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you finish crunching numbers and send the report off to the appropriate parties.

“Finally!” Exclaimed victoriously, arms shooting up over your head to celebrate being able to leave, happy to start your weekend but also worried about driving in the storm that was about to drench the town.

Packing up your stuff, meticulously placing everything scattered across your desk in your briefcase and grabbing your blazer, not even bothering to put it on, before basically running to the elevator and slamming the “down” button.

The doors slide open, you step over the threshold only to press “Lobby” three times rapidly not willing to wait for the elevator to register that you were in a hurry.

It’s time to get out of this building.

Tapping your foot, waiting for the doors to open again so you can make your way to your car. The ding like the start of a race, taking large hurried steps through the lobby of the building and waving to the receptionist on your way out.

Automatic doors robotically opening to reveal a stormy night sky. You can see the outline of the moon behind the threat of the downpour and the scattered patter of rain from the storm that was threatening to drench the town.

“It’s going to be a rough one! Be safe on your way home.” A small velvety voice softly rings out, stopping you from taking a step down the stoned staircase towards the parking lot.

Turning to see who it was, it was the girl from the 4th floor. Tzuyu. Leaning against the stone column and seemingly annoyed but cheery enough to greet you.

Grace displayed in every move she made as she toyed with her side bag, running her fingers through her hair nervously, her eyes scanning the almost empty parking lot and then immediately looking down at her hands still tinkering with the zipper.

Tall but delicate, her long dark pin straight hair framing her face perfectly before landing elegantly on her shoulders. The black trench coat she wore was left open, allowing her business professional outfit of a pastel pink silk blouse tucked into a pencil skirt to peak through.

A polite smile that dawned on her face when she realized you weren’t going to just walk past her and wave, causing a flutter in your stomach, which would have stopped you had you not already frozen in place by her siren voice.

No wonder everyone had an innocent work place crush on her.

But why was she waiting out front?

“Thank you…Tzuyu, right?….are you okay out here? It’s late…shouldn’t you be at home too?” looking back at the sky and gesturing out, referencing the storm about to unleash its wrath on the city.

“Well, I’ve been waiting for an Uber but they keep cancelling because of the…” mimicking your gesture in a dramatic fashion, “so I’m stuck here until someone accepts the ride.” Sighing in frustration.

“How long have you been out here?” Concern riddled in your voice.

“Three hours.”

“Three hours?!” shock apparent in your tone and the facial expression you displayed, eyes wide, mouth open and brows furrowed.

Thinking about how she was usually very quiet around the office, she never really said much to anyone but when she did, it was always sweet, kind, or witty.

“Do you…want a ride?” The offer sounds shaky but still meant whole heartedly, the glimmer in her eye tells you that she knows you mean it.

“Truthfully, I was going to just walk but I won’t say no if you’re offering.” Smiling back at you, the gratefulness present in her grin.

“Well it’s about to down pour, I can’t let you walk home like this. It’s also pretty late…so it’s not entirely safe for you to do that. Come on, let’s go.” Waving her over to you so you can make way to your car and opening your passenger door for her.

“Thank you…” softly spoken to you as you got into the other side and started the car.

—

As you follow your GPS to Tzuyu’s apartment, the sky opens up. The once withheld clouds releasing their tears, engulfing everything and much like eyes full of emotion, it makes it hard to see the road in front of you.

Thankfully, most cars were off the road, the highway barren in nature, only reflecting the rain splatter and the hazy lines that were supposed to divide the lanes.

White knuckling the steering wheel and leaning forward, you squint. The blur of the road is impossible to read and it’s starting to feel unsafe. Especially with a passenger present.

“Hey, Tzuyu. I’m going to pull over, I can’t see anything and it would be a little too reckless for me to keep driving in these conditions” Pressing the brakes slowly to ensure not to hydroplane, turning the blinker on and pulling off to the side of the highway.

Pressing the button for your hazard lights, you look over at her to see her fidgeting with her fingers again. She seems nervous in her mannerisms, though still very elegant in the way she manuvers- a loud crack of thunder startles the both of you.

Both wide-eyed, you can’t help but giggle at what’s just happened. She joins you in that and before you know it, you’re both cackling at each other’s reactions to the clap of thunder.

“So, Tzuyu.” looking over at her again.

“What are you up to this weekend?” Trying to make conversation with this pretty human you hardly knew in your passenger seat.

“Well, my parents were supposed to come into town this weekend but because of the storm, they’re staying home. So my plans are kind of ruined actually. It hasn’t been the best week for me.” There’s a hint of sadness being shielded in this response, you can see it in her eyes and hear it in the infliction of her words.

“I’m really sorry to hear that.” Not really knowing what to say next to help her feel better.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault. I just don’t really get to see them often so I was really excited…” a beat of silence follows, she takes a deep breath and goes on.

“They’ll come another weekend, we just have to find one without a huge storm.” Chuckling at what she’s said and covering her mouth trying to mask the disappointment.

“Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be soon too! I’m sure they’re just as excited to see you.” smiling at her in an attempt to offer warmth to this borderline stranger.

“Thank you, Y/n. It’s really kind of you to say that.”

This is the first time you’ve really had a chance to see her, to really see her. Her doe eyes, shy smile, witty sense of humor that poked through momentarily before getting in the car, and the vulnerability she displayed…left you a little curious about who she is, what her personality would convey to you in this impromptu adventure you found yourself on.

“What about you?” Tzuyu’s calm voice snapped you out of the curious trance you were in.

“Oh! Uhm…well I was supposed to volunteer at the local animal shelter but given this storm going through Sunday evening, I don’t think I’ll be able to now.” a small sigh leaves your chest, you always did love volunteering and playing with the dogs, as you didn’t have one of your own.

“You volunteer too? Which one?!” the excitement that spreads across her face catches you off guard, sparking that thrill in your stomach again.

“The one off this exit, actually!” pointing to the sign a couple yards in front of you.

“That’s the one I volunteer at!” Tzuyu now beaming at you with admiration.

Blinking a few times, your stomach trembles in a way that was unfamiliar, at least in reaction to her. Sure, you thought she was beautiful, but you hadn’t really had any time to get to know each other aside from small greetings here and there. This was the first time you really had a chance to speak with her.

Heart beating a little faster as you watch her remove her jacket, revealing toned arms, and place it over her lap so she can rotate in the passenger seat to face you. Leaning back against the door and getting comfortable, she catches you looking at her.

The blush that washed over her cheeks flustered you, a warm boil in your stomach overturning all other emotions, a glimmering shimmer ascended from your bones that soaked into your muscles, causing them to tense and contract under the curiosity you had for the beautiful woman sitting in front of you.

Tzuyu giggled at your react, seeing your face turn red and you look down to avoid her eye contact.

A small rumble interrupted the attempted transformation into awkward silence. Grabbing your stomach realizing you hadn’t eaten since before you clocked in, at 8am. Looking down to view your hand shielding your torso, your eyes raise to Tzuyu, who was smiling back at you with her hand covering her mouth, covering the expression that was still being screamed through the her eyes.

“I’m hungry myself. There is a 24 hour diner around the corner from the shelter. Do you want to try to make it there? I bet they’re open.” repressing a giggle before looking down to try and keep her composure.

“We might be able to make it there.” clicking the hazard buttons off and carefully pulling onto the highway again, making sure to carefully steer and keep a moderate speed that wouldn’t be too dangerous.

—

The bell on the door jingles abruptly, startling the hostess who fell asleep at the podium, unwilling to blame her for the snooze. Rain always makes you tired and it’s not like the place is lively. Empty seats fill the room, so does the horrid song from the early 2000’s playing in the background.

Dripping wet from running from the car, you look to your right and see Tzuyu standing there, completely soaked. Curling up into her self to try and preserve some body heat, it would seem.

“Table for two, please” the hostess looks at you, then Tzuyu, then back at you and just nods her head, grabbing two menus and setting off to the first table next to her. She placed them at the table before silently walking back to the podium and sitting down again.

You pull the chair out for Tzuyu, this catches her by surprise and she thanks you graciously. Heart soaring as you find your seat across from her. She looks down at the menu, blinks a few times, and then scoots it off to the side.

“I know what I’m going to get, what about you?” curiosity or inquiring on whether or not you were ready to order? Are you overthinking this? *Yes.*

“Hmmmm…well I always order the same thing, so I think I’ll switch it up a bit.” pensively staring at the menu and giving the idea you’re going over it with a fine toothed comb.

“What do you normally get?” There is the curiosity you were just questioning.

“Waffles with strawberries.” placing the menu down on top of Tzuyu’s discarded one on the other side of the table.

“Oh wow, okay…are we the same person? Or is this just a very weird coincidence that we volunteer at the same place and have the same order at the diner that we both go to frequently…?” completely in shock about the other details that have surfaced, realizing that you might have more in common that you have previously expected, even if it’s a small thing.

It’s something to hold onto.

A waitress walks up and stands next to the table, this one you were unfamiliar with. She’s not the one here on the days you stop by while on this side of town for volunteering. Looking up and offering her a smile, she doesn’t acknowledge it and just simply pulls her pen out from behind her ear, licks the ballpoint, and stares at you as if waiting for something.

“Oh, uhm….okay, Two orders of waffles, One with strawberries and one with blue berries and 2 cups of hot coffee, please!” The waitress nods at you, writing down some shortened version of what was said, before snatching the menu’s off the table and prancing into the kitchen.

Twiddling your thumbs while taking in the atmosphere of the place you usually frequent during the day, the warm lighting was pleasant even in the wake of the storm clashing down outside. Yellowed walls from the years of the building being open covered in themed art based off of “Route 66.”

Street signs, a wagon wheel, maps of the desert, pictures of vintage cars, you name it - haphazardly sprawled on the walls in a nonsensical manner. It always was something that made you giggle as there was hardly any sense to the interior design of this place, but you enjoyed the food either way.

Eyes shifting back to Tzuyu, who was now shivering in her seat, smiled up at you through chattering teeth. Watching her as she rubbed her arms for warmth, her hair still dripping from the mere seconds of rain you experienced (an ode to how hellish it was).

You stood up, hastily.

Her eyes followed you, watching as you took your blazer off to reveal a perfectly dry black button down. She gazed up at you, watching as you undid your cufflinks and started unbuttoning your shirt.

“Take your jacket off.” stated as you reveal the undershirt you were wearing under your work shirt, untucking it as you pulled it off.

“Excuse me?” Tzuyu, confused and wondering if she should be upset, halfway glares at you for the statement.

“Oh! Gosh, no. Uhm, I’m trying to help you be more comfortable and your jacket is soaking wet. Let me hang it on the back of the chair for you and you can wear this instead.” handing her the shirt that was thick and dry.

“Oh…” She stands, removing her jacket in what appeared to you to be slow motion. Excitement returns, finding its place in your stomach as you help her out of her jacket and into your shirt. Nervousness taking over your limbs as you shake, hiding it from her.

She doesn’t need to know that you’re feeling this way…that you’re attracted to her.

Sitting down again, Tzuyu has already stopped shivering and can’t seem to hold eye contact with you. A little unnerved, you try to make small talk to quiet the new sensations you were experiencing.

“So, ho-”

“Thank you.” interrupted by the stunning girl sitting in front of you, you can’t even mad at the sudden disruption of the question you were about to ask her.

“What?”

“Well, today has been kind of not by best day at all. I got stuck at the office, the storm outside, the lack of a ride home, my parents not coming to visit, and the you show up and fix almost every single one of those problems…I mean, you even gave me your shirt because I was cold…” her cheeks flush a lovely rose color.

“It’s really no trouble at all.” quietly from your side of the table, what was she implying here?

“This is really making my day, so thank you…seriously.”

“I’m glad that I can contribute to you having a good day, Tzu.” Sides of your mouth pulling up to offer a small smile, now feeling like you’re on the spot - you don’t really know what to do with yourself.

“Here you are, blueberry for you” a plate heavily placed down on the table and slid against the glassed wood that was heavily tarnished from years of the same movement.

“And strawberry for you.” the waitress repeats the movement and slides the fruit drenched waffles in front of Tzuyu before turning around and jogging to get the coffee she freshly made for the two of you.

“Do y’all need any cream? Sugar?” shouted back to the table from behind the “bar.”

“Yes, please!” Tzuyu now cutting her waffles before melting a slab of butter on them and then drenching them in syrup.

The waitress brings the packed of sugar and cream over with the two mugs and the pot of coffee, setting the entire tray down before stepping away and leaving the both of you to your breakfast.

Glancing down at the two mugs, you reach over and grab one.

“How do you take your coffee?” looking up at Tzuyu to see her plopping a syrup coated strawberry in her mouth and trying to chew it quickly so she can answer your question.

“Two sugars and a dash of cream, usually.” reaching out to take the mug from you, you swiftly move it just out of reach from her.

Setting it down just out of reach, she stops what she’s doing and watches you take the sugar packets and shake them so all of it piles up at the bottom of the thin paper before you rip them open.

“You better keep eating” scolding her playfully without looking up. A soft shy giggle is heard through the spoon mixing the sugar around, waiting for it to dissolve in the heat of the liquid before introducing the cool cream to the mixture.

Lifting the mug off the table, you hand it to Tzuyu, hands brushing as you pass the mug. The softness of her hands relaxes you, contemplating what it would be like to hold them.

Snapping out of that thought, you proceed to make your own coffee. She takes a sip of hers and nods her head at the warmth and flavor. She watches you tentatively, noticing the two packets of sugar, noticing the same amount of cream…

“Another thing in common?” taking another bite of the waffles, as you dressed yours the way you enjoyed.

“I actually prefer iced coffee but I wanted to know what your order tasted like.” sipping from the mug and making a face at the flavor.

Tzuyu reaches out and smacks your arm jovially, giggling at the playfulness you possessed when interacting with her.

“It’s just okay. It’s not sweet enough.” poking fun at her now before taking a massive bite of the blueberry waffles.

“Hey!” reaching over to push you lightly.

She hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you sat down, not that it was an issue…her smile lit up the room, able to lift anyone’s mood, and add a warmth to the dreary night.

Gathering a helping of the blueberries on your plate, along with piece of the doughy fluff on your plate, you take your first bite.

“Oh, you HAVE to try the blueberries!” speaking with your mouthful in excitement of how delicious and sweet they were.

Scooping a few up on your fork with the waffle and the syrup, you lift it up to her mouth and she instinctually takes the bite with no hesitation.

A small amount of syrup dribbled down her chin. You reach for a napkin and lick the corner of it, placing your free hand on the side of her cheek, you carefully wipe the droplet from her chin before turning your attention back to your food.

She’s a few chews deep when both of you realize the intimate moment you have just had with each other.

A flash of heat radiates from you internally, embarrassed at the romantic nature of the action, you look down at your lap - fearful of what the response would be.

“I’m sorry, I know you could’ve done that yo-”

“Don’t worry about it…I took it from you, didn’t I? I leaned into it…didn’t I?” batting her dreamy eyes at you, if you weren’t already sitting down - you would’ve needed to.

Suddenly very aware of everything touching your skin, the air in your lungs, and the sweet flavor of the berries that resonated on your tongue. It’s hard to ignore the signs that you were developing a crush on her, and very afraid of overstepping and scaring her off.

Stop.

Freeze this moment, hold onto the memory and remember it fondly later. The smile, to sweet words, the comfortability. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt. No need to fear, this is happening naturally.

A film in development, a polaroid in waiting - comparable to what was happening right before both of your eyes.

“So why were you at the office so late today?” sipping the coffee you made for her, humming into the warmth of it, and grabbing her fork to sneak another blueberry or two from your plate.

Tzuyu is leaning in closer to you, elbows on the table and one hand other her chin, the other toying with the fruit on your plate. Sneaking a strawberry from hers, you continue on:

“Well…” letting out a sigh that rang true to how annoyed you were at the day you had.

“My boss sent me a report that needed to be finished by midnight tonight to be sent over to the shareholders overseas…at 4:30pm…when I normally clock out around 5-5:30pm.” rolling your eyes at the though, before glancing down at your watch to see it was 10:18pm already.

“Jeez, that was very inconsiderate of her…especially on a Friday when there’s a huge storm brewing outside.” another sip of her coffee, another blueberry stolen, another shy look through her long eyelashes, another moment to secretly swoon over her.

The comfort that you feel in her presence is…different.

Different in a good way, you were still nervous but not to the same degree. There was a safety here, you knew she wasn’t going to judge you and the anxious was more of an excitement than a fight or flight moment.

Taking the last bite of your waffle, you let a few more of the blueberries fall off onto the plate and watched her as she snagged her fork again, sneaking two and leaving the last two for you. Smiling at the gesture, you pop them into your mouth and enjoy the sweetness from both sides.

“It doesn’t look like the rain has stopped much.” glancing out the window and seeing the waterfall of rainwater cascading off the roof and into the parking lot.

“At least we are full now. I’m going to run to the bathroom and then I’ll be good to brace the storm again.” Tzuyu stands as she speaks, wrapping herself tightly in the button down to keep herself from shivering as she walks to the back of the diner.

Peacefully watching the rainfall down, sipping the warm coffee and waiting for her return, you gloss over everything that’s happened this evening.

Being trapped with a pretty woman in your car, not being able to see while driving, getting to this diner and finding out that she was actually really sweet and that you had a lot in common, the flutter returns once more. Tickling your already full stomach with even more comfort and calmness than you could express. A shit day turned into a lovely evening with someone very unexpected.

Flagging down the waitress to get the bill, she waves your hand down.

“Your friend already took care of it! Have a lovely night!”

Confused, you look up and see Tzuyu coming back from the bathroom with a big smile painted across her face.

“Why did you do that? I was goin-”

“You saved my day and you’re giving me a ride home, the least I could do was pay for dinner or…breakfast?” giggling as she continued to the table to grab the rest of her things.

“Besides, I ate your blueberries.” winking at you before grabbing her jacket and putting it on again. It was semi-dry now, but still damp enough to give her a small shiver.

“Fine, but next time, let me take care of it.” lightheartedly frowning at her.

“Stay here, I’m going to pull the car around so it’s not as wet for you this time around.” You stepped towards the door, buttoning your blazer up and trying to shield yourself from the rain you were about to encounter again.

Bolting out the door before Tzuyu could protest, you hop in the car and turn it on. Flipping your hair over your shoulder to get it out of your face, you pull out of the parking spot and pull up to the door as close as possible to insure maximum dryness in the human you were about to drive home.

She runs from the front doors to the passenger side of your car and hops in, much drier than before. Taking a second to wipe the excess water from her face, she looks over at you and scrunches her nose and furrows her brows.

“Next time?”

“What?”

“You said next time…so next time you’re buying?” so soft it could’ve just been a breath, you can see her hands shaking as she utters the words, she’s nervous again.

“Yes, next time…unless you’d prefer we didn’t do this again?” pursing your lips and checking in to see if that was something she was interested in.

“Well, I think I’d enjoy it more if it wasn’t…you know…violently storming.” gesturing towards the windshield at the obvious damper on your….hang out?

“I think we can make that happen.”

—

Light conversation fills the slow moving car as you make your way to Tzuyu’s apartment. Talks of what you guys would do the next time you hung out and if you should start volunteering at the animal shelter at the same time got you excited about what was sparking between the two of you.

You can’t help but wonder if she’s just as excited as you are.

Pulling off the highway again, you notice it’s unusually dark. The street lights are dim, the traffic lights are flashing and the buildings don’t have any life in them at all. Pitch darkness covers the once bustling area with lifelessness and dew drops.

“Is it always this dark over here?” concern is very present, as you never know what’s lurking in the dark.

“No…I think the power is out…it’s always well lit. I wonder how long it’s been out for…my dogs are probably so anxious and it’s so hot too. I hope they’re alright without the A/C.” Tzuyu starts picking at her fingers, noticeably anxious at the thoughts she was having.

Before your brain could even understand the thoughts you were having, you blurted out:

“Why don’t you pack a bag and come stay with me for the night? You can bring the pups too, of course.” eyed widening when you hear what you just said, you look over at her and see that she has a reaction that is…good?

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not? I’ve got air conditioning and I’d love to have some puppy’s around since we won’t be able to volunteer this weekend…I mean, if you want to…if you’re comforta-“

“I’d love to.” softly spoken with a very small, very gentle smile across her face.

Pulling up to the building she pointed out as her apartment complex, you offer to come up and help her gather things she might need for the night. Dog food, their leashes, and a bag of her necessities but she politely declines.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be quick!” as she hops out of the passenger seat and runs inside, meanwhile you’re just enjoying the view.

—

It wasn’t long before she returned with bag in hand and two cute dogs following her. Luckily, there was a break in the rain so the dogs had time to use the bathroom before hoping into the car.

Tzuyu wiped their feet off with a hand towel she had ready before unleashing them into the back seat.

Shy at first, the dogs are seemingly a little timid in their approach to you. Not really knowing how to interact since this is the first meeting.

Rotating in your seat to face them, you stick your hand out very slowly, palm up so they can sniff and decide on their own if they want to be touched or not.

“Helloooo puppies! It’s nice to meet yo-…wait, what are their names?” looking over at Tzuyu for the answer.

“This one is Kaya and this one is Butter.” pointing them out one at a time and giving the closest one to her a little head pat.

“Hi hi hi!” showing excitement in your most bestest baby voice to get them to see you were excited to meet them, they were very quick to return the excitement.

Butter jumped over the center console and ended up on your lap, Kaya finding her way to Tzuyu’s before standing on her back legs to look out the window. Continuing to talk to Butter in a baby voice, you give pats and scritches, toying with her big ears and giving her every ounce of attention you could before she curled up and got comfortable on your lap.

Eyes on you as you softly coo and pet the tired dog’s head gently, the feeling of being watched overshadowed by the care and attentiveness you were giving to the usually anxious dog in front of you.

“I’ve never seen her calm down so quickly…even for me…wow” petting Kaya as the dog scans out the window - seemingly on guard.

“Really?”

Tzuyu just nods her head at you, looking into your eyes, you see a glint of something…feeling your heart strings play a song you’ve never heard, you watch as the corners of her mouth lift in a very miniscule way. It would’ve gone unnoticed had you not been sneakily trying to take in every detail of her tonight.

Feeling your body start to lean towards her, Tzuyu seems to have the same idea- leaning into you slight before both of you catch yourselves. Straightening up a little and trying to brush it off as nothing, you turning your head back to the road and grip the steering wheel.

“Uhm…you ready?” the sweat on your palms would be visible, if you were willing to let go long enough to look.

“Yes, I’ve got everything me and the girls will need for the night.” there’s a drop in her pitch, a snag in her tone…did she want you to make a move?

Putting the car into drive and heading to the highway again, you make your way to your apartment. The rain gradually picking back up as you pull into your parking garage and whip into your assigned spot.

—

Helping Tzuyu, you grabbed her bag for the night and her purse, letting her carry your two new furry friends as they were obviously more comfortable with their owner than they would be with you.

Hands full, you fumble for your keys. Nervous was an accurate description of what you were feeling, not really expecting to have guests but happy that she agreed to come. You were enjoying the time you were spending with her and weren’t really ready for it to be over.

“After you.” gesturing her and the pups into your apartment with a smile before you stepped in, closing the door behind you.

Kicking off your shoes and walking over to the couch, you toss the bags on the cushion and remove your blazer, hanging it up in the closet next to the door. Tzuyu still has your button down on, holding the dogs and looking like she isn’t really sure what to do as she scans the living room, taking in the pictures on the wall and the setup of the furniture as she places the dogs down on.

“Please, make yourself at home! I’m going to change into something more comfortable. There is a half bathroom to your right, if you’d like to do the same…I’ll be right back.” the clattering of dog nails on your hardwood floors makes you smile, bringing a warmth to your house that you hadn’t felt before.

The tapping gets closer, looking down to see who it was…Butter seems to be following you.

“Alright, girl come on. You can come with me!” leaning down to scratch her head before you and your four-legged shadow go to your bedroom.

Leaving the door ajar, just incase Butter decides she wants to leave, you slip out of your work clothes and toss them in the laundry hamper before snagging your favorite pair of sweatpants and a cropped tank top - just trying to be as comfortable as possible after being drenched by the downpour that was now re-opening up outside.

Butter just sits and watches, waiting for you. Unable to help yourself, you coo and talk to her in the “puppy voice.” She wags her tail back at you and barks a few times, playfully. She suddenly zooms, pushing the door open with her snout and barreling into the living room.

Taking the small moment of alone time to brush your hair out, untangling it and throwing it into a messy bun. A deep breath fills your lungs as you prepare to step out into the living room again. Grabbing a massive fleece king sized blanket out of the closet and a few pillows, you step back into the living room - completely blocked by fabric and fluff.

The dogs start barking at you, cautioning the mass of blanket walking towards them - Tzuyu is laughing at them for causing such a scene when they were just fawning over you.

“I know it’s late already, but we both had coffee so I was wondering if maybe you’d want to watch a movie or something. I know it’s going to take the dogs a minute to get settled…and I did so happen to get a bottle of wine the other day if you wanted to have a glass or two with me while we watched something…if you want…that is…” plopping the blankets down on the recliner that was next to the couch that Tzuyu already was seated on.

She did take the opportunity to change into something more casual and comfortable. A black cropped hoodie and some light gray sweatpants. Seems like she had a similar idea to you. Even with her sitting down, you could see the outline of her abs.

Swallowing heavily, you avert your eyes, trying not to stare…she was just so pretty and so easy to be around…great conversations and the way that she was just so graceful…*Wait wait wait*, don’t get ahead of yourself. You don’t even know if she is feeling the same way.

“Yes, that sounds great! What kind of movies do you like?” She shouts while watching you walk to the kitchen to get a few wine glasses, a cork screw, and the bottle you previously mentioned.

“It’s your pick! Whatever you want!” sliding back into the living room on the hardwood, socks allowing the slip of the wood to coast you to your destination with ease.

“Don’t do that with so much in your hands!” Tzuyu’s arms raise, ready to catch you if you fall.

“You’ve got glass and a sharp corkscrew! What if you fell?” She stands, taking the glasses and corkscrew from you and placing them on the coffee table before putting her hands on her hips and cocking her eyebrow.

“Awh, come on, I was just having fun!” poking at her for being such a stick in the mud.

Tzuyu sighs, shaking her head slightly before taking her seat on the couch, picking up the corkscrew again, sneaking the bottle from your hands and opening it herself.

“Tzuyu, I promise I won’t do it again.” Halfway whined from you as you plop next to her.

“Good.” Handing you the glass of wine she just poured, smiling about getting her way before pouring herself a glass and recorking the bottle.

The thunder claps outside, scaring both of you and the dogs. Barking at the loud sound, they run and jump up on the couch, cowering behind the two of you.

“Awh, babies! Don’t you worry, your Mom and I will keep you safe, okay? Okay.” scratching behind Butter’s ear, Kaya picking Tzuyu to hide behind.

A glimpse, that’s all it was, from the corner of your eye - Tzuyu was staring at you…hands on her chin, small smile on her lips…and that glimmer in her eyes.

Turning your head to face her, she quickly snapped out of it. Unwilling to show you what you’ve already seen, unable to be so forward with what her body language was already telling you.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” another crack of thunder and the brightest bolt of lightening you ever seen, followed by a very loud pop, the power surges and flickers out completely.

You sit in shock…the whole point of her and the dogs being here was to get out of the powerlessness of her own apartment, but now she was in yours…with her dogs…and no power.

“Did you hear that? The pop?” Tzuyu shakes her head yes in response to your question.

“That was the transformer…so…they’ll have to replace it before we get power back on…” the annoyance woven in the words as you spoke them.

She erupts in a fit of laughter, unable to contain it. Her giggle lights a fire in you, boiling your stomach and melting you from the inside you.

The way she covers her mouth when she laughs, the way she’s leaning back and smacking her knees…the infectious sounds pull the giggling right out of you, unable to stop yourself from joining her.

“Oh, that’s too funny! I was wondering when that would happen. “ wiping the tears out from under her eyes.

“What do you mean?” confused at the statement.

“Well…look at how stormy it is outside. It was likely the power was going to go out. Don’t you think?” Tzuyu gestures at the window, the pitch dark lit up by random flashes of lightening and the rumbling of the winds clashing together.

“Wait…so you knew my power was going to go out here too and you still came?” even more confused.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I? It was a sweet offer and I’m having fun with you…how does “Spirited Away” sound?” using her phone as a flash light and going over to her bag to pull out an iPad.

Tzuyu flips open the case of her tablet and sets it up on the coffee table, taking a swig of the wine and getting the movie pulled up as she sits next to you. You’re a little awe struck, unable to understand what was happening in front of you.

“Everything okay?” leaning back and putting her arm on the back of the couch so it was almost around you, you’re facing her with one leg folded in front of you.

Sipping your wine, you set the glass down on the table and return to your previous position but this time, you rest your head on your hand. Soaking her in as she does the same to you, grinning at you a she takes a sip of her own wine.

Very unprepared for what happens next, Tzuyu reaches over and places her hand on your arm. Shockwaves blast through your nervous system, causing your body to clench and release under her touch.

The place where her hand sits on you burns in the best way, an ache that makes you want to curl up with her in the middle of this storm and just enjoy this time together.

“Why don’t you go and grab some candles and that blanket and come sit closer?” Her tone is…attractive.

Tzuyu sets her glass down on the table placed next to the couch, licking her lips to get the wine flavor off them and scooting into the corner, leaving space between the two of you.

Your insides are absolutely screaming, candles? Movie? Wine? Intentionally coming over even though she knew the power was going to go out? Was this…a date? Was she…flirting?

Quickly doing as you’re asked, grabbing the massive blanket and throwing it over top of her lap and going into the kitchen to grab a few candles.

You place them on the coffee table and light them with your emergency matches before sitting next to her on the couch.

Butter and Kaya jump up and find there spots in you and Tzuyu’s lap, she hits play and the movie starts. Her arm present on the back of the couch, you’re tempted to scoot all the way into her…temptation wasn’t enough to get you to do so.

There wasn’t enough proof it was what she wanted and you were way too nervous to act on the impulse of cuddling Tzuyu.

Fighting the urge to hold her hand, kiss her, innocently touch her arm all night, you can’t just…do it, what if she isn’t into it? The comfort of her presence was going to have to be enough for now.

The thought are interrupted by a soft hand on your shoulder, pulling you in closer to Tzuyu until your body’s were anchored together. You interweave your fingers together shyly, being so soft and slow with the movements as if you were sneaking affection.

Face turning towards her to seek permission, after the hands are already entwined, you are met with her face - mere centimeters from yours.

Time stops.

Her nose grazes against yours.

Nothing else matters.

“Is this okay?” whispered to you while her eyes flicker between your lips and your lashes, searching for signs in your body language.

Nodding your head so softly, had she not been that close to you, she might not have noticed.

Your eyes dance with hers, the tango of anticipation for what was coming.

Suddenly, Tzuyu leans in and connects your mouths together in the softest, sweetest, and gentle kiss.

Fireworks.

Heart beat booming to the sparks of what was being created, the foundation of something more being built right before your very eyes.

Parting briefly for a moment, she looks at you and takes in your features, she lets you watch her do it this time.

She strokes your cheek with the backside of her pointer finger, tracing the lines of your cheekbones and moving her eyes back to your lips.

“Was that still oka-” before she can even finish the sentence, your lips are together again. Initiating something a little more passionate, bringing your hands up to cup her face and leaning further into her.

Her hands find their place on your forearms, holding them delicately while allowing you to take the lead. Fingers wandering back to entangle in her hair, you graze your tongue over her bottom lip, asking permission to take it one step farther.

Her next movement showed she consented, bringing her hands to the back of your next and allowing your tongues to meet. Innocently exploring each other, the movements gain speed as you feel like you’re ascending into heaven.

The satisfying ache of your bones drenched in honey, a thickness that could only be described as a sugary, sappy substance flooded your veins and made you instantly addicted to her.

A grandiose crescendo in the movie brings you both back down to the couch, snapping you back to the present, reminding you that this was just the first time you hung out…it was not the time to push it further than it needed to go. Pecking her lips a few times before resting your head on her shoulder, innocently.

Her heart beat is loud enough to be heard, you grab her arm and pull it around you, stretching out across the couch so you both can lay down together.

Her dogs on your laps, you in her arms, her favorite movie playing and the storm outside. All too comfortable and relaxing for the two of you.

You fight your eyes for a while, trying to combat the sleep as it fought for your attention and ultimately lose the battle.

—

The slow build of rain peacefully wakes you, drifting you out of the dreamless sleep, you let out a groan and stretch for a moment, rolling over on the couch and curling up in the blanket that was noticeably missing someone.

The tapping of claws on the floor and panting first thing in the early hours of the day were lovely, even half asleep.

The dogs are jumping on you, licking your fresh morning face and trying to get some love and affection.

“Hi hi hi!” in your groggy sleeping voice.

“Where is your mother? Where did she go?” puppy voice returning while you stand up and survey the room, noticing that the oven clock was blinking so the power was back on, and Tzuyu was nowhere in sight.

Well she had to be coming back, right? I mean the dogs are here, she wouldn’t just leave the-

The door cracks open very softly. A hooded figure steps in with a take out bag in hand, rain drops coating the water resistant jacket that was a little too familiar, and closes the door gently behind them. Taking their shoes off softly, before pulling the hood off…Tzuyu.

“Good Morning, I went out to the diner down the street to get us some breakfast! I thought it might be a nice way to celebrate the power coming back on and our first…uhm…well..” hesitating to say what you both knew it was.

“…Date?” finishing her sentence, smiling at her as you made your way up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Tzuyu places her hands on your hips, slowly inching them around your waist so she can fully press her body on yours, lays a soft peck on your cheek.

Releasing you, on a mission to find your coffee stash and get a pot started for the two of you.

“What did you get for breakfast?” sitting down on the stool in front of the counter, rubbing your eyes to try and remove the sleep from them.

“Waffles. One order of blueberry, one order of strawberry. I figure we could go halfs-ies on them.” pursing her lips, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her cheek with her pointer finger.

“…and miss you trying to sneak blueberries off my plate? Not a chance.” smirking at her, knowing this wouldn’t be the last moment you brought up her blueberry thievery.

Tzuyu winks at you, before going back into her deep thought.

Unconsciously admiring her pensive face, you let her ponder for a moment. Taking in the way she shifts her weight from one leg to another, the way she hums while she thinks as if she’s talking to herself, and how she seemingly doesn’t want to ask for help locating whatever she’s looking for.

Gosh, she’s so cute.

“Whatcha looking for?” coming up behind her, sliding your hand over the small of her back. You feel her shiver under your touch before she leans into it.

“Plates.”

“Are you trying to guess what cabinet they are in?” teasing her before lightheartedly turning her face towards yours, kissing her and whispering, “Top left, over the sink.” With another swift peck on her lips and you’re off to the other side of the kitchen to get 2 cups of coffee for the both of you.

Bringing both mugs back, placing one in front of her on your way to your own seat, she’s already got the plates divided up and is waiting for you to sit and get comfortable before she starts to eat.

Breakfast together was fun, asking about favorites - movies, music, colors, animals, hobbies and just learning different things about each other, with the occasional blueberry stolen from your plate. You made sure to share, with the dogs too.

Plain blueberries, of course.

Sitting there for a good few hours before feeding the dogs their actual food and moving back to the couch, you spend the majority of the day wrapped up in each other, the blanket just adding to the coziness of your newly found crush.

“Well, it’s getting late…” Tzuyu says when the clock hits 8pm.

She stands up, the storm still ever present outside. Getting a ride in this would be impossible.

“I should probably go.”

“You know you don’t have to! It’s still storming really badly out there…and I am very much enjoying your company.” looking up at her from the comfort of your couch.

Reaching out to grab her hand, you hold her by a few of her fingers and look up at her to find eyes of someone who most definitely did not want to leave.

“I don’t want to intrude…” Tzuyu looks at the floor, waiting for you to combat her sentence, knowing you would.

You stand up, her vision following you as tou step in front of her.

You look her in the eyes, bringing your hands up to tug on hem of her cropped shirt innocently, brushing her stomach with the back of your hand while you toy with the cloth.

“You’re not. I want you to stay.” toying with the strings of her hoodie while you shyly tell her to stay with you another night.

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to impose…you’ve already put me up for a night.” giggling at her own comment, before she meets your completely serious face.

“ I want you to stay. If you don’t want to stay, then you don’t have to. I want you to be comfortable. I’m okay with whatever you decide…it is storming pretty heavily outside though and I want you to be safe.”

Tzuyu beams at you, taking her seat on the couch again and ushering you over to her. You oblige, finding your new favorite spot. In her arms.

“Hey, I was thinking…” she starts to ask.

“Would you want to go to dinner with me next weekend? Maybe we could go to the shelter together and then go get dinner afterwards?” her voice shakes, nervousness looks really cute on her.

“I’ll have to check my schedule…” poking fun at her, smirking while you did it.

“I’d love if you could pencil me in.” snapping back at you with the same amount of playfulness.

“I’d love to.” snuggling into her, flipping the TV on while the storm raged outside.

You hand Tzuyu the remote, letting her pick what you watch. She chooses some documentary about animals for background noise, both of you are too busy wrapped in each other and watching the storm to care about what’s on the tv.

It was easy to drift off into a mid-afternoon nap in the comfort of her, feeling so safe and cared for while she runs her fingers through your hair…you’ll have to remember to thank your boss the following Monday for that stupid report.

Maybe even say thank you to the sky for the rain.

[poebot]

At The Gay Bar

tags: bouncer!abby, established relationship ellie, fem!reader, jealousy

a/n: no one wrote it so i wrote... based on this post i made a while back. i haven’t stopped thinking about it. sorry that i haven’t written anything in ages :( exam season was kicking my ass

taglist: (people who said they wanted to see this in word form) @rubycruzsbitch @elsgirl

“you’re serious... you’ve never been to a gay bar before?” you wore an incredulous look on your face as ellie awkwardly shrugged, trying to look nonchalant about it.

your girlfriend wasn’t the type to frequent nightclubs. if it was up to her, she’d be spending tonight high as a kite sat by her gaming set up. but you’d insisted that she had to tag along with you because it was a ‘mandatory queer experience’. ellie knew deep down that you just wanted to get shit faced and have her close by simultaneously. you always ended up blowing up her phone whenever you got too drunk at parties, whining that you missed her and begging her to turn up or take you home. one of the drawbacks she’d learned to accept of dating an extrovert.

“cmon. you’ll have a good time, i promise.” you leaned in close, dropping the pitch of your voice and staring into her eyes. her ears flushed pink as she slid her toned arms around your waist to draw you in even closer, and you knew you’d convinced her.

the next hour or so was spent with you trying on different outfits and forcing ellie to help you pick one. her opinion was pretty useless, mostly consisting of monotoned ‘looks great babe’s as she shamelessly ogled you dress and undress in front of her.

“dude. you’re such a creep.” you sighed, shimmying your way into a different skirt. ellie rolled her eyes, approaching you from behind to help you pull up the zipper. “what, i can’t admire my girl?” she murmured, peppering warm kisses across the back of your neck.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

the heels of your platforms clack noisily against the sidewalk as you finally reach the front of the queue, the harsh bass of the music vibrating from within the club. excitement thrummed through your veins and you smiled brightly at ellie, squeezing her warm hand in yours. she smiled sheepishly back, returning your squeeze.

“gonna need to see some ID, princess.” a deep yet feminine voice captured your attention. you looked up to meet the gaze of the bouncer only to be truly taken aback by her appearance. she wore a fitted tank top that emphasised her ridiculously built upper body, her thick freckled arms folded across her chest and her expression stern. just as you were admiring her long hair neatly braided at the back of her head you realised she noticed you staring.

you squinted to read the blonde’s name tag, abby, before averting your eyes long enough to tap ellie’s arm, motioning for her to help you fish out your ID from your purse. you didn’t notice the way her eye twitched at the pet name. ellie dug into the bag and slapped the card into abby’s hand with more force than was probably necessary. abby didn’t react, simply flipping it over.

the woman analysed your license in silence with furrowed brows and her mouth downturned. you began to panic slightly, your glossy lips pursed. there was a slight chance that she was gonna turn you away. man, would that be a bummer. “it’s real.. pinkie promise.” you say in an attempt to lighten the mood. abby’s briefly looks up at you to meet your eyes before continuing to examine the ID card that you absently realise looks comically small in her large hands. ellie sighs impatiently, crossing her arms and staring up at the sky. you shoot her a look that screams ‘not helpful, babe.’

“hmm. can you smile for me?” the request caught you slightly off guard and you paused for a moment, chancing a glance at your girlfriend. her expression almost made you burst out laughing; you’ve never seen ellie look more aggravated. her eyebrows were raised in disbelief as she tries to make eye contact with abby to assert some form of control over the situation. when that doesn’t work, she lets out a perplexed ‘dude!’

the bouncer continues to completely ignore her and focuses her gaze on you, her brow raised expectantly. you relent. anything to get out of this line quicker. they’re playing your favorite song for fuck sake, and the longer you’re stood out here the higher the likelyhood ellie will change her mind about the night. so you beam up at her, flashing your best smile and abby’s stoic expression finally cracks into a grin of her own.

“yeah, there’s them pretty dimples. get in there baby.” abby motions into the bar with a wink. against your better judgment, you can’t help feeling flustered by the line. your mouth hangs open slightly as you stare up at her, rooted to the spot from the shock. you’re finally broken out of it by ellie shooting her a disgusted scowl and ushering you into the darkness of the bar. you try to school your expression before she notices the dopey smile spread wide across your face.

[rafedaddy01]

Reader giving rafe head for the first time while he’s driving!! Xx

You and rafe were driving home after a party.

You were a little tipsy, or in Rafes words plastered, maybe you had too much to drink. Which involved rafe pulling you off a table were you were dancing in just your underwear and bra. That’s when he plopped you down in the passenger seat and slammed the door before hoping in the drivers seat and driving both of you back to his house.

“Quit your pouting, you’re lucky I didn’t leave hand prints all over your ass in front of everyone.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter, the image of everyone seeing you exposed like that, you, his property, still playing over in his mind.

You were too far gone to hold your tongue, “stop being dramatic, I was just having fun” you slurred your words a little.

“Y/n” Rafes tone was a warning. He knew you were a little drunk to know any better so he was trying to be nice.

“Fine, I’m sorry.” You grumbled. “Let me make it up to you” you smiled to yourself as the idea popped into your head. Your hand went over to his lap, making its way up to his zipper, pulling it down and rubbbing him through his boxers. “What are you doing” Rafes throated bobbed as he came to a stop at a red light.

“Apologizing for being a bad girl” you unbuckled yourself and got on your knees, leaning over the center console and pulling out his now hard cock.

“Y/n..” his sentence turned into a groan as your mouth closed around the tip of his cock.

You closed your eyes and sinked further down on him.

“Fucking hell” Rafe whispered under his breath as he tried to focus on the road.

“Mmm” you moaned around his cock.

“Shit. Your in for a treat when he get home, fuck” Rafes free hand came up to your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and tugging.

“Well see” you mumbled before sinking back down on his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck” Rafe groaned as his throat bobbed and he tried hard not to pull the car over and fuck you right here right now.

“Do you forgive me” you pulled off his cock and pouted up at him.

Rafe rolled his eyes, resistant to give in. You started pulling back, getting ready to buckled yourself back into your seat when Rafe gripped your throat, “fine, I forgive you” he kissed your lips before pushing your head back down.

“Good” you smile widened before you swallowed rafe whole.

“Fuck, that’s good” Rafe hissed as his foot pressed harder on the gas, eager to get home and finish what you started.

“You have no idea how bad I wanna pull this car over and fuck you in the back seat” Rafes words made your pussy clench and drip.

You couldn’t help but reach down and rub yourself through your soaked panties, “tsk, you naughty girl”

Rafes hand reach over and flipped your skirt up, groaning when he saw what you were doing, “does my slut what to be touched?”

You took more of him down your throat to signal yes.

“God damn, that’s a pretty view” Rafe groaned as he looked between what your fingers were doing and the road.

You moaned around him as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

You knew rafe was close too by the way he moaned the his tip contracted, leaking pre cum.

You gagged around him to the point of spit and tears poring down your face.

You bobbed your head faster, hallowing your cheeks and letting him reach the back of your throat.

Rafe cursed under his breath before he came down your throat.

“Shit” he huffed out a breath as you licked up the side of his softening cock.

Your fingers still worked on your clit as you neared your edge.

You let out a needy whine as you came undone, “rafey” you moaned as you soaked your panties more than they already were.

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[peachhcs]

frat bathroom

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

things escalate when will pulls samy into one of the bathrooms at a frat party

1.4k words

warnings: 18+, SMUT, this is quite literally all smut and like little plot. p in v (protected), making out, please read at your own risk!

GUYS ITS HERE. if u hate it tell me now LMAO. i’m indulging myself & you guys a little bit. i wrote this a while back and didn’t know if it was too much to post, but i’ll let you decide haha. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. this is like all smut (porn no plot), but i decided we needed something in between the breakup posts. i imagine this happening somewhere in samy and will’s first year of college

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"jesus you're so hot," will mumbled between his attack on samy's lips. he felt the girl smile, shivers traveling down his spine as she ran her hands up his arms towards his neck leaving his cock already straining against his zipper with every touch she made on his skin.

"mhm, yeah?" the girl breathed, a mix between a smirk and smile on her features.

"yeah," will breathed. his hands gripped her thighs, skirt slowly bunching up towards her waist the more will pressed himself against her into the sink behind them.

he knew he wasn't gonna last an hour at the party without his hands wandering and need becoming harder to ignore. it was amazing they even made it out of his dorm because when will's eyes landed on the miniskirt and tight fitting top, he was already hard.

the lingering touches finally tipped them over the edge and will led them to one of the small bathrooms to get his girl in the way he's been thinking about all night.

samy's hands finally snaked around her boyfriend's neck. she found his little curls at his nape, tugging slightly which sent the boy's head spinning.

"fuck," the hockey player mumbled when his cock twitched in the tight material of his jeans.

samy's skirt slipped further up her bare legs while will's self-control quickly disappeared. his hands gripped her soft flesh, sinking into her skin like it was molded just for him that most definitely was leaving marks later, but samy was too caught in the pleasure of will's lips on hers to even care.

"need you so bad, baby," will groaned out when his cock grew another impossible inch. he was completely hard and ready, feeling the precum leak from his tip and soaking his boxers.

samy dipped her hand between them, cupping around will's clothed length. the boy jumped at her touch, not able to hide the moan that time.

"fuck please," he was aching at this point.

"jesus you're so hard will. what's gotten you so worked up?" samy teased a bit, reattaching her lips to his as she palmed him.

"you. it's all you. was hard the moment i saw you in this fucking skirt and tight top. been aching all night for you," will's voice grew husky while his hands grabbed handfuls of her ass, moaning again at the feeling of her flesh in his hands.

"wow, didn't know i had this much of an affect on you," the brunette grinned.

"you have no idea," the blonde mumbled out, hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

"better help you out then, huh?" samy met will's gaze and he nearly lost it right there. the way she looked at him with lip gloss smeared across her lips and little love bites on her neck made the poor hockey player dizzy with lust.

"god, please. s-so so fucking hard. never been like this before," the blonde almost cried. the girl kissed his cheek before slowly unzipping him and shoving his pants down just enough to pull his aching cock free.

it slapped against his stomach, throbbing red and angry for a release. samy's mouth watered nearly every time she saw her boyfriend's length. he was always so ready for her.

"condom?"

"pocket," he nodded down to his pants pocket.

samy fished it out while the boy's gaze fixed on her as she ripped it open with her teeth. he groaned out as her hands slowly slid the plastic down his length with spit in her hand to pump him a few times. her little touch made him squirm.

"p-please don't tease. 'm not gonna last."

she kissed will's lips one more time before turning around and bending herself over the sink. the blonde’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he he saw her bare pussy on full display for him, quickly making the realization she hadn't been wearing underwear this entire time. that idea alone made him wanna cum right there.

"fuck. you're not wearing underwear?" he met samy's gaze through the mirror.

"thought it was easier access, you know?" she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal, but she saw how her boyfriend's jaw clenched making her walls flutter in excitement.

"jesus christ," the boy muttered under his breath.

he grabbed ahold of his cock, lining himself up with her entrance. he was already so sensitive with the way his length throbbed, so when he began pushing in will felt like his entire body was on fire in the best way possible.

"yeah, fuck, will. feels so good," samy's moaned out, hands gripping the sink to stable herself against her boyfriend's slight force.

will bottomed out a second later where he paused to catch his breath. his entire cock throbbed, searching for a release that the blonde so desperately wanted to let go of already. this always happened because whatever the fuck samy felt like was some sort of heaven that had will wanting to release in the first five seconds.

"move, will," samy urged because his thick length was piercing her open and she needed to feel something.

"yeah, fuck, give me a second. gonna cum if i move," the boy mumbled, the throb of his cock becoming like some itch he couldn't scratch.

finally, he found it in him to start moving. he started slow, hips moving in a steady rhythm in and out. the pace increased with each thrust and courage that will gained. samy's little moans fueled him to keep going even though she was squeezing the shit out of him. the faster the blonde moved, the more samy's mini skirt rode up her legs, exposing more of her ass to the boy behind her.

will grinned, grabbing ahold of it in tight squeezes and little slaps across the skin.

"f-feel so good baby. jesus, you're perfect," the boy got out when samy sucked him in further.

the sink would most definitely leave an indent across samy's stomach, but at the moment she didn't care. not when her boyfriend pounded into her in the small frat bathroom. not when she felt him grab ahold of her ass to spread it open in hopes of seeing himself disappear inside of her better. not when will's precum mixed with her own juices, creating a string of sticky substance on them each time will connected his hips with hers.

"f-fuck. you're so perfect. no one else can see you like this. you're mine. all mine," the blonde rambled through the overwhelming pleasure. he bent down to place little kisses across samy's shoulders.

"i'm yours, will. all yours," the girl repeated.

will was slowly losing it. his hard cock throbbed with a need for a release while uncontrollable moans fell from his lips.

"shit, not gonna last, baby. gonna make me cum," the hockey player moaned. this thrusts started becoming faster and sloppier indicating that he was reaching his peak.

"it's okay, will. cum for me," samy urged getting close as well.

"are you close? please say you're close," will mumbled.

"i am. so close, baby," the girl nodded.

will pulled her up so her back was flat against his chest. he guided her lips to his as he picked up his pace, the only sounds were their skin slapping against one another.

samy pressed back against the blonde, her orgasm quickly approaching. a few more thrusts and it washed over her. she clenched roughly around his length, moaning out in pleasure.

"fuck, will. yeah, that's it," she grasped his arm to stable herself.

her own release sent will over the edge. he thrusted his hips a few more times before that coil in his stomach snapped. he gripped the edge of the sink, releasing into the condom with stuttering hips and loud pants.

"oh fuck. fuck. jesus christ," will panted as he slowly came down from his high.

"did so good, baby," samy hummed, placing a gentle kiss to his lips.

the blonde grinned, carefully edging out of samy's entrance. he groaned when his cock slipped out, twitching still from aftershocks.

"fucking killed me with this," he tugged her skirt back down her ass, giving it a hard slap.

"good to know. i'll have to wear it more often," samy beamed, quickly readjusting herself as will peeled the condom off and stuffed himself back into his pants.

"do that and we'll be in this bathroom a lot more," he placed one more good kiss to her lips.

[tiethenott]

Nott your enemy

enemy!theodore nott x fem!reader

Theodore Nott was an asshole.A pretty one,but still an asshole you thought to yourself as the liquor pooled down your throat,creating a burning sensation paired with the urge to down another one,which is exactly what you did after,trying to forget the memories of the day that wasn't yours due to the problem called Theodore Nott. Throughout the day,he continuously harassed you,normally you would've fought back but as you were about to yell,Professor McGonagall rounded the corner,your back faced and gave you a detention as Nott hid. Your friends,seeing your foul mood,dragged you to a party which is where you were now at,drinking some god awful alcohol drink after the other. "Well this is a sight." you hear from behind you,the last person you wanted to see as you turned around,his pretty face plastered with an amused smirk. "What do you want,nott?" you say unenthusiastically "You know the last place I thought I would've see miss perfect was at a party,drinking her life way.But i suppose nothing is impossible" he says cheekily,taking the drink away from you,his cold,ring adorned fingers brushing yours,sending a chill up your spine as he drinks your alcohol filled drink. "That's mine asshole!" you yell as you begin to storm off,not wanting to deal with him "Not so fast,amore." he says as his fingers wrap around your slender wrist "Dont call me that" you say monotonously in contrast to your abnormally beating heart Merlin,Had he always been this pretty? "Why not?dont like it amore?" he says teasingly,leaning in closer "You know from the way you act around me,i could swear youre in love with me" you say as a grin creeps up your face Panic crosses his face before he smugly laughs "What if I am,hm?" he says smiling teasingly "Yea,youre drunk nott" you say as you back away "Would a drunk man be able to do this?" he says leaning in,pressing his lips against yours In shock,you dont kiss back nor pulling away,your mind foggy as his soft lips dance against yours unsure if its the alcohol,you find yourself kissing back when he smirks against your lips Breaking away from the kiss,He smugly looks you up and down,before taking your hand and leading you away Now feeling the effects of the alcohol,you let him lead you away as he rounds the corner to his room open the door,he pushes you inside and locks the door before chastly kissing you again,not breaking off this time as he makes quick work of your shirt and you do the same to his,running your hands across his godly-sculpted abs Pulling away,he pushes you onto the bed and skillfully removes your skirt as you fumble with his belt Apparently,drunk you cannot work belts but sucessfully pull it off and he undos his zipper,sending butterflies into your stomach Pulling his pants and boxers off,he removes your underwear with two fingers and rubs his cock against you,running it between your folds before easing it into you "F..uck amorina..its like youre gonna snap my dick in half..oh fuck" he speaks in your ear Speading his pace up,you both case your highs as he sucks on your neck,leaving a trail of saliva as he moves to the middle of your throat and sucks on there,leaving dark,purple marks on your skin earning a loud moan from your sweet voice "Mmmm,Can you make more pretty noises for me my love?" he says speeding his pace,his cock noticable in your stomach as he presses down on your lower,earning a string of moans "f...fuck...mm...theo please" you say making him chuckle Again,speeding his pace as he kisses the mountain of your breasts,you collapse. "Just like that teddy..oh please?" you say in his ear as he responds with 'finish with me my love' as you both finish together,your nails clawing at his back. And his sweaty body falls on yours,both of you panting,trying to regain yourself in the afterglow of sex. He comes off of you,rolling onto the other side,looking at you as you drift off to sleep.

In the morning

Waking up in the softest sheets,making you forget the pounding headache creeping up on you.But you don't forget the strong arm wrapped around your waist,pulling you into them. Ah shit,who'd i hookup with? you think as you turn around,expecting it to be some random slytherin or worse case scenario one of the Weasley's.What you don't expect it to be is your enemy. You freeze,seeing the morning glow reflecting on your enemy's pretty face,fast asleep. Ah shit.

[manifestobackshot]

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Jake Halloween special ;)

content: alcohol, unprotected sex…

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Fucking frat boy Jake during a Halloween party would be so fucking hot. He’d see you in the crowd for the first time when things start up, his gaze lingering on you before you get lost in the crowd.

So, when you pass by him later on, he tells his bros, “wait I’ll catch up with you later, gotta go…” He snakes his way through the crowd, following shortly behind you before he’s able to stop you, resting himself against your backside.

Before you know it, you’re face to face with him, lips connecting in a drunken kiss. His hands roam your body, the others in the crowd forcing you two to be chest-to-chest. He doesn’t even know your name, nor do you know his. He tastes like cheap vodka and he smells like musky cologne. You’re just making out with a hot ass cowboy, and you’re loving it.

The brimmed cowboy hat obstructs his face from the frat lighting, but you can still see his lips and his smile. As you pull away, his lips are swollen from kissing you. He leans in, whispering, “would you like to take this elsewhere?”

He’s in-between your legs, hiking up your skirt to your waist before pulling your panties to the side and pumping his middle finger into you. Jake’s cowboy hat is around his neck, so you can see his eyebrows furrow as he feels how wet and warm you are. Intoxicated, you can’t help but to show how good he’s making you feel as he begins to pump his ring finger into you. You moan and Jake asks, “how does it feel, baby?”

“So, so good… You make me feel so good…”

Fuck, what’s his name? You pause.

“Mm?” Jake responds, raising his eyebrows and licking his lips.

“No just, what should I call you?”

“Call me whatever you want tonight.”

And with that, a man you don’t know is between your legs pumping his fingers in and out of you. Jake’s tongue is practically down your throat, enabling you to taste the alcohol on his breath. His breath is hot on your skin, one hand on your back to support you as he stretches you out with his fingers.

Suddenly, your lips meet the cold air as Jake’s plush lips are absent from yours. His fingers retract from you and he takes a step back. You can hear the clank of his belt coming undone, his zipper coming down, and the shuffle of his feet as he nestles himself back in between your legs.

The absence of his touch leaves you throbbing and aching for more, and you can tell he feels the same. He desperately wants you, lust running through his body. He has never wanted anyone more than this moment. You peer downwards, Jake’s length aching against the fabric of his boxer briefs, begging to be released from his waistband.

He leans in, breath fogged with alcohol and asks, “will you let me fuck you, baby?”

“Yes, god, fuck yes,” you eagerly reply, pulling him in by his nape and connecting with a sloppy, passionate kiss. As you pull away, he’s pumping himself with one hand as he lines himself up at your entrance, tip flushed and leaking with desire.

Jake groans and bites his bottom lip to prevent a string of drunken curses from leaving his mouth as he pushes into you, warm, plush walls wrapping around his length. As he bottoms out, he pulls you closer to connect in a drunken kiss before pulling his length out to begin fucking into you. His thrusts are sloppy, the alcohol impairing his ability to keep a steady pace and a clear head.

His lips are swollen from making out with you, and a thin layer of sweat veils him as he continues to fuck into you. You thank god for the loud music outside, or else everyone would have known how fucking good Sim Jaeyun was making you feel. You leave none of your pleasure to his imagination, allowing strings of curses and moans to fall from your mouth as they please.

There’s nothing Jake wants to do more than to cum inside you. Fucking a stranger at a frat party was crazy enough, but fucking a hot stranger was something else.

As he feels himself approaching orgasm, he asks, “baby, are you gonna let me cum inside?”

The moment you slightly nod, he begins to fuck you deeper and faster, chasing climax. Jake can feel his tip ramming against your cervix before he shoots his seed deep into you, pulling out with a pop once it’s all over.

Heavy breaths, loud music, and clanging of his belt buckle. You’re both sobering up a bit. Jake comes in between you again and plants a kiss on your lips before cleaning up his mess from between your legs.

As you two finish up, he leans into you to whisper, “By the way, my name’s Jake.”

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[stxrmylxve]

A Birthday ‘Special’ ft. Rin Itoshi

Notes: cussing, a bit of possessiveness, scissoring, slight hair pulling, hickeys, unprotected sex, nicknames (goodgirl, angel, pretty thing, love), creampie, and of course moaning and groaning A/N: I’m also kinda writing this for later on when my birthday is later this summer 🫣 Pairing: Rin Itoshi x Fem!Reader

“Rin, I just wanna’ go hang out with my friends. It’s my birthday, come on!” you exclaim as you pull on a shirt, glancing at his scowl through the mirror.

“…I don’t want you out alone like that.” is all he settles on saying as he glares at your figure, also not wanting you to leave in such a pretty outfit that only he should be seeing.

“Alone like what? Why are you so protective lately?”

“Because you’re not here with me anymore! I’m fuckin’ jealous!” Rin exclaims as you turn around to face him, stifling a laugh with your hand.

“You should have just said so then.” you say as you pick up your phone, calling your friend to tell her you were skipping the party.

“I know, I’m sorry. Rin wants to throw me my own little…party, though.” you laugh as you say goodbye, clicking off of the call as you set your phone down.

“Well? I’m all yours now, whatcha’ going to do with me?” you coo

Rin captures your lips in a heated kiss, groaning as you pushed him back onto the bed with a smile. You felt around until you found his zipper, unzipping his pants before breaking the kiss.

“Want me to-“

“No please, just need you. Now.” he asks, almost pleads, as he flips you over, slipping off your shirt and sliding your skirt up as a small glint forms in his eyes, something very rare for such a stoic man like him.

“What?! But I’m not ready- ngh” he slips two fingers in at once, scissoring you open to take his length. The lewd noises bounced off the walls, edging you on even more since you were on full display for his greedy eyes at this point.

“Shhh, just let me do the hard work, yeah? Just sit there and take it ya’ pretty thing.” he coos as he smears the precum on his burning tip, slowly pumping himself as he continued to work you open.

Soft moans fell past your lips as he drank them up, pressing loving kisses along your thighs all the way up towards your heat. His fingers slowed once you hit your high, allowing you to come down from it before starting on anything else.

“You ready, love?” he asks as he presses a kiss on your temple, slightly grinning as you eagerly nodded your head.

He toyed with your clit as he teased your entrance, pushing the tip in just enough to pull a little sound out before slipping it right back out. It was always his favorite thing to do; to get you to the edge just to pull away, or to toy with you until he had you begging for more.

He did this a few more times, each time pushing in a little bit further before fully pulling out, a whine escaping your lips. Nonetheless, he always had the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

And just as you went to roll your eyes and to huff and puff about the lack of friction, he pushes himself all the way in, his length almost splitting you open as a wonton of moans filled the room. Leaning down over your figure, he pressed long and sloppy kisses along your neck as he drilled into your cunt, taking in all of the heavenly moans you had to offer.

Your nails pressed red crescents into his back as you held on, scratching his back with each thrust bouncing you up and down. The room turned hot, the air was thick, and the room had faint music mixed with the lewd sound of skin slapping and moans combined.

“Rin- agh- t’much!” you exclaimed as you pulled him into a kiss, connecting your lips the best you could as the bed continued to rock back and forth. Your hands intertwined into his locks, pulling them every once in a while as he hit a new and deeper spot.

His hand wandered up to cup your breast, giving it a small squeeze as he smiled into the kiss, abruptly pulling a small groan out of you. He broke the kiss, panting slightly as his hands went back to your hips, pulling you impossibly closer as he angled himself deeper into your heat.

“You like that, huh? Y’want more? You’re squeezing me like- mmh- like you want more.” He teases as he quickens his pace, edging himself quicker towards his high.

You tried to form a sentence, or even just a word, but nothing would come out besides broken moans. You nodded as you reached for his wrist, mumbling a small “close” as you squeezed your eyes closed.

Your orgasm hit you hard, your legs shaking as louder, more high pitched moans fell past your lips. You threw your head back into the bed in pleasure as your eyes rolled back, the overstimulation of Rin’s dick still pounding into you as another knot began to form just moments after you came down from your high.

“Just a little more, can you give me one more angel?” he asks, slowing down momentarily to lock eyes with you, your drunken ones meeting his needy ones as you sheepishly nod.

His pace quickens again, his head bring thrown back as his hands return to their spot on your hips. Though, he didn’t last long as you clenched down on him with your own oncoming orgasm, pulling him right into his as his hips stuttered.

It surprised him, to say the least, because he doubled over into your sweaty chest, painting your walls white as a long groan left his lips. He eventually presses kisses along your collarbone, lifting himself up.

“Damn, that was great.” he chuckles as he brushes through his hair with his hand, his crystal eyes meeting your hazy ones before dropping back down to watch his cum dripping out of your cunt. He takes a finger and pushes it back inside of your quivering hole.

“Keep it inside like a good girl, yeah?”

DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS. THIS BELONGS TO STXRMYLXVES/MINX.

[sabcandoit]

as you wish was an AMAZING fic!! ! i applaud to you :] for requests, i wass hoping you'd accept one where reader wears a pretty dress for Noir?? it can be either smut or fluff honestly!! or a little bit of both.

hope you have a lovely day!!

Thank you! Here it is!

DESIRE

Spiderman Noir x Fem reader

Summary: The reader "puts on a pretty dress" and they go to a party for a friend of Peter's. As the night progresses, Peter finds himself unable to keep calm around you, overcome with lust, and overall he's just really entranced by your looks <3

Warnings: Fluff! No actual smut this time, but they get close haha. Its a good mix of both of you "taking control" here and there.

A/N: Thanks for all the love on my first fic, "As You Wish"! I love making these and it's great to see so much support! Also I cant help but imagine Gregory Peck as Noir lmao. He's so handsome too. My requests are open too, so don't be shy! Enjoy!

 “It's time to leave now darling!” Peter announced from the living room. You were in the bathroom, still trying on earrings and other jewelry.  You had no need to get so dressed up to show stop Peter with your looks, it didn't take much effort. He never stopped calling you “Beautiful” or “Lovely” even when you were in the laziest outfit and hadn't put any makeup on or done your hair. Now here you were, stalled in your mirror trying to look as perfect as can be simply for the fun of it. You were going out anyway, to a birthday ball of sorts, and would have others looking at you.  

You sported a dark red evening gown with straps and a mid-length v-neck cut, just long enough to show a small amount of cleavage. The back was zippered up and it cinched in perfectly at your waist. The fabric ran smoothly down from there, the skirt long and flowy. You had done your makeup with a fine red lip and a fancy updo, swept up and braided. The shorter pieces of hair that fell out were styled in a wavy, brushed-back look and pinned up. Simple gold earrings and a thin chain gold necklace adorned your body as well as equally delicate gold bracelets. Peter got you this set which surprised you. It was expensive and dainty, not the sort of thing he would especially pick out for you, but it stood out to him as something that would look beautiful on you. You were all ready, you just needed to grab your heels, handbag, and coat.

 As you exited the room, you saw Peter, dressed in a black suit and a black bowtie. His hair was slicked back, bits of it undone and curled on his forehead. He was putting on his black trench coat in the foyer when he saw you. His lips parted for a moment as his gaze settled. “Oh…” he said with a sort of delighted inflection. You smiled, looking down as you grabbed your shoes and put them on clumsily, chuckling softly. He smiled at you too, watching. As you returned, you grabbed your red handbag and a long black trench coat that matched Peter's. “Ready to go Spiderboy?” you giggled as his loving stare never dissipated. “Oh yes.” he snapped out of it. He was flustered and you were proud of it, yet you had to act oblivious. He fixed his black gloves on, stretching his long fingers out. 

“You look beautiful.” he stepped close to you, putting a hand on your back. “Thank you,” you responded as you both walked out of the doorway, grabbing his hat before leaving. You just grinned up at him lovingly. A gentle hand led you both to the car. He opened the passenger door and stepped back, outstretching a hand, “Sit love”. You nodded your head as you stepped in. He closed the door and walked over to his side and sat down, starting the old black Ford. As he drove to the party, you both listened to the quiet radio playing through the dark night. You could cut the tension with a knife, it was so thick even though the silence between you too was welcomed and comfortable. You both stole little glances and would smile when you caught each other. 

Peter finally was the one to speak up, “Have I commented on your dress yet?” he chuckled handsomely. “It’s irresistible on you, doll.” One of his gloved hands reached out and grasped gently on your thigh. You blushed as he caressed it more, saying in a lower voice, “I may not be able to control myself.” You only blushed more. “Peter…” you sighed. “Not now, love” you spoke again. His hand didn't leave your thigh but he did shut up, tensing his other hand on the wheel. 

You both now arrived at the party. Peter stepped out of the parked car and approached your door. As he opened it and you stepped out, you smiled at him. He straightened up, slightly flushed as he put his hand on your lower back again. He couldn't help but stare down at you, your body, and the dress. The jewelry! How could he not have noticed? “I see you're wearing the gold I got you,” he whispered enticingly in your ear as you both walked into the extravagant building, red carpet to greet them and all. “Oh yes, you finally noticed!” you teased, wrapping your arm around his, lightly touching his side in the process, making him gasp. Looking down at you, he saw your eyes looking intently back at him. “Handsome,” you mumbled, looking back down as you walked. He looked in front of himself, trying to keep his composure, your compliment almost melting him right there. As the escorts opened the building doors, the party was huge and bright. People were all over drinking and talking. Of course, you were here for one of Peter’s friends. You walked more in and eventually saw some people you recognized. As you dragged Peter to talk with others, he stayed suspiciously quiet. Maybe something was wrong? Was he not feeling well?

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NOIR’S POV:

That dress. Her in it. She’s too gorgeous for her own good. These men around us, are they all looking at her? If only they knew the things I would do to them if they laid a hand on her or said something even slightly inappropriate.

 I could care less about the people we are talking to, I just want to be with her, alone. Give her all the compliments I want. Tell her all of the things I want to do to her… I can't keep up with this anymore, yet we still have to wish my friend a happy birthday. But look at her body, the dips and curves, her smile and laughter. It's enough to make a grown man crumble. And that jewelry set I gave her, it makes her look only more ravishing. How I wish I could unclasp that necklace and slip off that bracelet… kiss the places where they once were… make her blush and fluster. Ah, the things I would do for this woman.

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“Oh, well I'm not sure that's how it went!” you chuckled, conversing about memories with an old friend. “It had to be!” your friend laughed back. As you both smiled and talked more, Peter’s hand touched yours. Perhaps it was accidental? It now fully grasped yours and you could feel his intense need. Now this was not accidental. You tried to listen to your friend's stories but couldn't focus, his hand was treading down your arm and playing with your dress.

 “Darling,” he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “I'm afraid we must leave.” Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a sort of offended look. “Peter…” you stammered, looking into his lust-filled eyes. “Peter, we can't leave yet.” “Ah, forget about that.” one of his arms was now wholly wrapped around your waist possessively as he interrupted the conversation around you. “Excuse me, but my lady and I must be going. We have somewhere to go early in the morning and you know how hard it can be when you don't have a full night’s rest.” he chuckled with his free hand in the air. 

They all bid you goodnight as Peter led the way out into the parking lot. He walked slightly in front of you, holding your hand. You stopped, saying, “Peter, that wasn't very kind to the hosts. After all, you were the one they wanted to see”. He turned around and put one hand on your hip and the other on your cheek, pulling you in. He kissed slowly and passionately like he had been waiting for this. As you parted, you stood, out of breath. “Well…” your hands now up in front of your chest. He smirked down at you. It took you a moment to let go of his gaze, you needed to show him how he couldn't affect you like that. As you left his hold, a hand of yours lingered on his coat lapel, you walked in front of him to the car. 

As you made it to your side, he came quickly behind, opening the door for you. “Oh doll, don't be mad at me.” he playfully begged as you sat in your seat. You just rolled your eyes with a silly smile. As he got into the car he looked over at you, more serious and amorous. You didn't dare look back at him, afraid you would disarm at his loving expression. A strand of hair loosened, coming down in front of your eyes. He of course couldn't leave it hanging in the way of your beautiful face, so he brought a hand up, stroking it behind your ear, making you turn to face him. You locked eyes, his with intent want and yours softening. “My love… absolutely gorgeous.” he smiled gently before departing his gaze and starting the car. As he focused on the road, he spoke out to you, “It was a good idea of yours to wear that dress. You look stunning.”. You blushed, loving the attention. Maybe you could take advantage of this? 

“Why thank you. You always look well put together in a suit.” you traveled a hand up to his neck, caressing for a moment before pulling on the bowtie and loosening it. A visible blush was creeping up his cheeks as he glanced over at you. As you completely freed the bowtie from his neck, you tossed it to the side, unbuttoning a few of the buttons on his white dress shirt. “Sweetheart,” he groaned. “What?” you teased, one of the straps holding your dress on your shoulders slipping down. He noticed this, causing him to inhale sharply. 

He couldn't continue driving. His self-control was not that strong. As he pulled over and parked, he turned over to you, took off his suit coat, and rolled up his sleeves, the top buttons all loosened. You blushed and backed up in your seat, the skirt part of your dress riding up and the neckline lowering showing more cleavage. He started taking off his gloves, pulling one finger off at a time as he looked over at you periodically, each time with intensified hunger. After he successfully got them off and threw them at the side he moved over in his seat, grabbing onto your face and giving you a fiery kiss. As you both moved your hands around each other’s bodies feverishly, you mumbled into a kiss, “We can't get much done in here, Peter.” giggling. “Nonsense.” he desperately gripped at your hips. “Allow me to demonstrate.” he chuckled attractively before feeling for your dress’ zipper and pulling it down, warm hands grazing along your back.

[gigi-loveless]

uuuuuu you know what i just thought???? party scene w/ hazel and then them going home together n gettin nasty if u know what i mean….. and maybe some fluff at the end like hazel taking drunk!reader’s makeup off cause it was running…… anyways!!!!! 🪙

y’all are TOO GOOD

the beat of XXX by kim petras pulses through your body, consuming you as you attempt to take, what was it, your fifth shot? or the sixth? whatever. all you knew was that it felt good, but what felt even better was your girlfriends slender arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you closer to her on the couch, whilst she takes a swig of beer. you’ve been aching for her to dance with you all night, but let’s be real, hazel isn’t really a show-off type. she’s more of the type at parties to be the smoke sesh leader, but you absolutely don’t mind since that means you get to watch her veiny hands work on joints all night.

finally, after what seems like eons, your best friends finally show up. before you even know it, you’re being peeled from hazels touch by brittany and isabel and out onto the makeshift dance floor on the patio, her rugged voice calling out for you.

“come on, haze! it’ll be fun!”

assuming the girl stayed with her stoned friends, the three of you groove to the music, laughing and trading your vapes.

“miss me?”

two very familiar hands snake around your waist from behind you, and the grin that spreads onto your face is absolutely wicked.

“seems like you’re the one who missed me.”

ass up against her crotch, you grind into her provocatively. i mean, of course you know what this leads to, but you’re far too drunk to process anything beyond her sharp breath on your neck, hands still anchored on your hips. lord knows the poor girl can’t dance, but you don’t mind taking the lead as long as it means you can be close to her. clouds of smoke trickle in from behind you as hazel takes another drag from her joint, blowing it just past your ear. a groan erupts from the poor girl, and you can tell the zipper of her jeans is creating a little friction.

“maybe…let’s get out of here. yeah?”

your hand in hers, she escorts you out of the sea of intoxicated students and back to your house, making sure to keep her arm tucked safely around you in the uber home (she knows how scared you are of them, especially when not sober).

as soon as the door shuts, her muscles flare as she pins you up against the door, pawing at your skirt.

“you are so damn naughty.”

“i know. whatcha gonna do about it?”

you know exactly what she was going to do about it. her cherry red strap comes out, and quickly you’re sucking her off, while she groans from the bullet vibrator pinned to her clit by the tight harness. tears stream down your face, mascara running, but no thoughts are occurring in your head, only the beauty that is hazel callahan. the quivering girl turns pale and bucks up one last time into your throat as she reaches her climax. all that drool you left on the strap is quickly being thrust into your cunt, hazels grumbles and mewls giving you all the motivation to finish all over her precious strap on.

“hey…you okay?” she ponders as she puts the strap down and scurries towards you. “fuck…did i do that?”

“mm…? mhm….” drunkenly murmuring to her.

“ohmygodimsosorry ohmygod…uhm. okay. wait here, okay?” she disappears behind your doorway, and the sounds of cabinets opening and closing are faint.

“okay, first let’s get this makeup off.” her hands are so tender, making sure to gently scrub every last inch of your makeup off for you. she knows just how important your skincare routine is for you, and hell, if you can’t do it, she certainly won’t say no to taking 10 minutes touching and staring at your face.

“haze…”

“yeah? is something wrong?”

“no…” you giggle as she pumps your serum into her hand and mixes it up with your moisturizer, emulating what she’s seen you do dozens of times.

“you know babe, you looked really, really gorgeous tonight…i-i mean every night…but right now, i think you look the prettiest.”

cheeks red, you turn from your girlfriend and shake your head no, and she pulls your chin back to face her.

“yes.”

after she’s done applying your skincare, she notices you shivering, and surrenders her hoodie to you with a smile on her face, knowing that when she gets it back two months later it’ll smell like you. cuddling up to you in bed, she spoons you, her body heat radiating. with a sweet kiss to your temple, your body submits to its surroundings, melting into her touch.

“love you haze.”

“love you most.”

[rollingsins]

three's a crowd, part nine

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten (epilogue)

summary: you hadn’t expected this. to fall in love. with not one girl, but two. you hadn’t expected to ruin their friendship. love triangle au. 

pairing: jenna ortega x reader

warnings: smut, smut and more smut. you have been warned.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: it's horny hour. and you're all invited.

Getting from Emma’s apartment back to Jenna’s is maybe the fastest you’ve ever moved in your life. 

You stumble back into the party, swollen lips, dark eyes and pray no one notices the lipstick stains on Jenna’s jaw, or the fact you’re gripping onto her hand for dear life. 

Hunter, Emma and Johnna are still dancing, not a care in the world. Joy and Georgie are huddled in the kitchen, deep in conversation. 

You feel Jenna against your back, stomach coiling pleasantly as she presses you forward, eager to escape. 

And then you’re back out into the cool air of the night, giggling slightly in your drunken, love-spun stupor as she guides you down the stairs, hand on your hip. 

The apartment isn’t far, maybe a fifteen minute walk or so, but Jenna has no time to waste. She calls an Uber, kisses you desperately as you wait for it. 

You make out in the back seat of the car, give the driver a real show. Jenna’s hands are everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The tops of your thighs under your skirt, the back of your neck, your face, your hips. 

You feel like you’re on fire by the time you reach her apartment; her hands haven’t left your body, not once. She’s worked you up maybe more than humanly possible; your body thrums with desire and alcohol and the kind of want only she can satiate. 

She offers the driver a spare $50 in cash, looks almost sheepish as she climbs out of the car, you in tow. 

You loop your hands around her hips and push her back towards her front door, impatient. 

She fiddles with her keys, gets them stuck in the lock a few times. You’re pressed against her back, sucking on the nape of her neck, hands roaming. You feel feverish, desperate, like you might explode if she can’t open the door in the next minute. 

If she can’t, you’ll fuck her right here against the door, you decide, in your lust-filled haze. 

You slip your hands underneath her shirt, feel the warmth of her skin burn underneath you. 

And then the door clicks open, and she’s spinning around in your arms, taking back her place attached to your lips. 

You don’t make it far; you grip your hands under her thighs, lift her up and take her in your arms. It’s lewd, the way you’re kissing her. All lips and tongue, your moans entwining with hers and you carry her past the open door and swing it shut with your foot. 

The bedroom was your initial plan, but your grip on her lessens slightly, and she slips back down onto her feet. 

And then presses you against the wall. 

Picture frames clatter to the floor, but neither of you care. She’s pulling you out of your shirt, hungry mouth pressing kisses to every inch of your bare skin. Her hands work expertly on the zipper of your skirt, sending it careening to the floor. 

She ducks up to kiss your neck, sucks gently at your pulse point as her hands reach around to grip your ass. 

“I want you so bad,” She murmurs, “I’ve wanted you for so long.” 

“Me too,” You say, desperately. 

You pull at the buttons on her shirt, fiddling as you try to pry her out of it. She’s wearing a black bra, trimmed with red lace. Your mouth waters at the sight. You duck down to press your lips against her collarbone. She tastes so good, sweet, slightly meshed with the salt of her skin. Vanilla body wash, a crisp cinnamon perfume. 

You pry her out of her bra, not even stopping to take in the sight before you’re fusing your lips to her chest, and taking one of her nipples between your lips. 

She moans. Her head ducks back, giving you a prime view of the jugular of her neck. It’s too tempting to refuse. You suck gently at her nipple once, before releasing it to line hot kisses up her chest and dragging your teeth along her neck. 

You work your hands down, madly, trying to pry her out of her jeans. They don’t come off without a fight. You’re almost violent as you pull her out of them, desperate for this aggravating piece of material to be out of the way of what you want the most. She kicks them off her legs, and then is pressing you back up against the wall, slipping between your legs and pressing hard against your stomach. 

Her full weight against you, bare, warm skin drives you crazy. You suck down on her bottom lip, hands reaching down to remove the final piece of clothing between you. 

But she’s quicker. 

Her own hands reach down to draw her own underwear down her legs. She pulls away slightly, nudges her nose against yours. 

“Bedroom.” She says, eyes dark, foreboding, “Please.” 

You make it there, barely, a mess of entangled limbs and fused lips. She all but throws you back onto the bed, climbs on top of you, naked, primal look in her eyes. 

She’s nudging your legs apart with her thighs and settling between them like it’s where she belongs. 

She kisses you, once, a little soft, and then trails her lips down your body. 

Your chin, your neck, your collarbone. 

She licks both nipples, teases them gently with her tongue, hands smoothing up and down your thighs. You know what she’s doing; she’s getting you ready for her. Ready to take her mouth and her fingers but there’s no need. You’re already embarrassing and dangerously wet. 

You sigh, make a noise of vague impatience as she sucks dotingly. Your fingernails scratch the plains of her bare back, settle in her hair. You tug, only slightly, trying to nudge her down, trying to get her to where you want her. 

She smiles slightly and presses a final, loving kiss against the underside of your breast. 

“Impatient.” She chides, squeezing your thighs. Her stomach is flush against you. You can tell she can feel how excited you are. 

How much you want her. 

“You’re one to talk.” You say, voice a little gravelly, “I almost got fucked in the back of that Uber.” 

Her eyes, if possible, darken even more. 

They brim with desire.

“You’re just lucky I value my 4.8 user rating.” 

You’re too far gone for banter. You lean down, press your lips to hers once more. It hasn’t gotten old yet, the simple feeling of her mouth against yours. Like fireworks erupting in your chest. 

You could kiss her forever. You tangle your hands in her hair, moan into her mouth as you pull her closer. And then she’s pressing a final kiss to your lips and resuming her pilgrimage down your body. 

Her hands spread your thighs, her lips hot against your stomach. 

She kisses her way down, past your public bone and to the tops of your thighs. She kisses your inner thighs as you lean back, dipping your head back as her breath ghosts your entrance. 

Then she’s pressing her lips to your folds. 

You groan. You think she does, a little, too. 

Arousal spreads like wildfire through you. 

She kisses you once more, then deploys her tongue. She’s firm against you, taking an exploratory lick across your entrance, dousing herself in your arousal. 

She teases for a while. Her mouth on your entrance, your folds, your thighs. Dragging it out, like she knows the moment her tongue finds your clit you’ll topple over the edge. 

And you probably will. 

“You taste so good.” Jenna murmurs, lips pressed to your inner thigh, “You taste better than I imagined.” 

“You imagined how I tasted?” You ask, voice a little high. You’re not in control here, and your voice betrays you. 

She swipes her tongue down your length once more. You groan, settling back against the mattress. 

“I imagined everything.” She says, voice thick with lust, “How you tasted, how you looked, how you felt. What it would feel like to have your thighs around my head. To have you under me. On top of me. To have my fingers inside you. The way you’d moan, how wet you’d get. How you’d taste.”

You close your eyes, knit your brows as she dances the tip of her tongue around your entrance. 

“And it’s better. Everything is better. You’re perfect.”

And then she draws her tongue up and licks a hard stripe against your clit. 

You cry out, hands reaching out to grab her head. 

She draws slow circles around you clit, grip tightening on the undersides of your thighs. You tilt your hips to meet her mouth, writhe desperately underneath her. You’re close, pathetically close, and she must sense it - what little time she has left, because she fuses her lips around your clit and sucks down hard. 

You gasp, back arching. 

Your orgasm is violent. You moan, stars behind your eyes as she sucks you through it. She has you completely encased: her mouth traps you, her grip on your thighs keeps you close. 

You let out a string of breathy gasps, moaning her name as she helps you ride it out. She slows down, licking and sucking gently as you slump back into the mattress. Your chest heaves, the most pleasant sensation spreading through your chest and down to your toes. 

She presses a final kiss to your clit and then squeezes her thighs and rises up to meet your mouth. It's almost too much - the pleasure her kiss gives you coupled with the quiet thrum of your orgasm. You want her so badly you could explode.

And it's your turn. Your heart leaps at the thought.

But the moment you grip her hips, trying to tilt her over, she resists.  

Her fingers on your clit makes your heart jump. She nuzzles her nose against your cheek as her fingers dip down, teetering precariously close to your entrance. 

“It’s my turn.” You whine like a child, but her grip is firm on you. She presses a kiss to your lips, shaking her head. 

“I have to be inside you, baby, before I burst.” Is all she says, before she’s poising her index finger at your entrance and sinking knuckle deep inside you. You sigh, giving up far too easily. She kisses you again, furiously, letting not ten seconds pass before she’s adding another finger. 

Your belly coils. Her fingers inside you feel amazing. She stretches you out a little, fingers so long and sleek and perfect. 

She doesn’t give you long to think too hard. Her other hand presses against the side of your cheek, titling your mouth to meet hers. 

You sigh happily into her mouth. She kisses you gently, working up a steady pace as she thrusts her fingers into you. She’s soft at first, gentle. Getting you used to her. The longer you kiss her, the more noises you make, the stronger her thrusts get. She slips her tongue into your mouth, groaning as you tighten around her fingers. 

She works you back open. The steady drive of her fingers has you gasping. She’s a little rougher than you’d imagined her to be. Each gasp has her eager, desperate to make you cry out louder than the time before. 

It isn’t long before she’s fucking you so hard your nails are digging crescent moons into the skin of her back. She’s abandoned your lips in favor of pressing hot kisses to your neck. You wouldn’t be able to kiss her if you tried. You’re all quiet moans and breathy sighs as she hits all the right spots. 

“I’m going to cum,” You gasp, eyebrows knit as her fingers curl. 

She responds by leaning up to kiss you and brushing the pad of her thumb over your clit. She thrusts her fingers in once more before your tightening around them, letting out a long moan as you cum hard around her. 

You sigh.

Collapse backwards onto the bed, taking her with you. She kisses you lazily, fingers still locked inside you. You press your palms against the bare skin of her back, breaking the kiss to press your face against her neck. She presses a kiss to the top of your head and withdraws her fingers. 

You watch as she brings them to her own lips, sucking eagerly at the wetness encasing them. You kiss her once more, tasting yourself against her lips, and suddenly, your worn out body has come alive. 

“It’s my turn.” You insist this time. 

You steal one more kiss and then you’re flipping her onto her back, settling between her legs and ducking down to press a kiss to her chest. 

She’s looking down at you, dark eyes just as turned on as the moment you’d stepped foot inside the Uber. It makes you want to press her back into the mattress and fuck her until she can’t remember her own name. 

And so that’s what you do. 

You trail sloppy kisses down her body. You’re impatient, her slow assault has made you that way. You don’t bother teasing her, she’s already so wet she’s trickling her own arousal down her thighs, messy and sticky and so so perfect. 

You clean it up. Drag your tongue along the inside of her thighs, adoring the way her hands reach down to grip your hair. 

You don’t waste a drop. 

She’s sweet and bitter all at once, the taste makes your head spin. You lick it off her thighs and then turn your attention to where she needs you most. 

She’s swollen and wet and gorgeous. 

You could write poetry about the way she looks right now. Dark eyes wanton and desperate. Nipples pink and hard. Her pussy oozing, so ready for you. 

But you don’t have time for that. 

You need her. 

You move your mouth to her. Lick at her swollen cunt, dragging your tongue along her folds, through her wetness, up to her clit. 

The groan she lets out is music to your ears. 

You’re drunk; no longer from the alcohol, but from her. You’re messy, sloppy, tongue moving faster than your mind. Wanting to taste every inch of her. You settle on her clit. Lick her, suck her. You’d do anything to hear the way she’s signing and moaning, tugging so desperately at your hair as you work her through it. 

You reach up, teasing her entrance with your forefinger, too greedy to do only one. 

You want to be inside her. You want to go down on her. 

You want to have her on her back, on top of you. You want her to ride you, you want to ride her. You want her on her hands and knees, you want her on your face. You want everything all at once. 

You want to be encompassed by her. 

You settle for sucking desperately at her clit and sinking knuckle deep inside her. 

She groans. 

She’s so tight and warm around your fingers you almost groan too. You tilt your hand up, sink in even deeper. 

Her thighs tighten around your head. You lap at her clit, desperately, wanting to make her feel as good as she’d made you feel. 

You form a steady rhythm. You curl your fingers slightly, switching between lapping and sucking at her clit, her moans your reward. 

In a moment of clarity you wonder how you could ever think you belonged anywhere but here. Between her legs, drinking her in. Making her moan and cry and loving her exactly the way she deserves. 

This is where you’re supposed to be, you realize all at once. 

Your revelation is interrupted by a long moan and the feeling of her tightening around your fingers. 

She cums with a quiet gasp. You release her clit, wanting to look up at her. 

Her eyebrows are knit, her mouth open.

She's looks so pretty. So beautiful, coming undone for you.

Your fingers drive her through it. Working her up until she’s sighing, body slumping, feverish, her chest falling with a final exhale. 

You press a kiss to her inner thigh and slip out of her, kissing your way back up to her lips. 

Her eyes are still closed when you reach them. 

You kiss her slow, for a moment, wanting to savor the moment. Here you are, naked and entwined.

The fruits of your attraction finally ripened. 

She’s yours, you realize and your heart leaps at the thrill. 

She’s yours and you’re hers and nothing else matters. 

You settle down at her side, nuzzle your face into her neck. You can hear her heartbeat hammering wildly against her chest, press your fingers to her hip in an effort to soothe it. 

When she opens her eyes, you lean up and press the softest kiss to her lips.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.” You say. 

Her earlier words sing like a chorus in the back of your mind. Her on the balcony, those beautiful brown eyes wide and mournful, when she’d told Emma she was falling in love with you. And you need her to hear it back. 

You need her to know the truth. 

She kisses you. 

Your mind drifts back to the party. You wonder if they’d noticed you’d left. You wonder if they’re talking, gossiping, about exactly what is happening right now. 

You and Jenna, naked and entwined, the way it was always meant to be. 

She kisses you once more, draws you back to her. 

“They’re going to be talking about us,” She says, as if she can read your mind. You close your eyes, let yourself take in your surroundings. 

Jenna’s body, warm underneath you. Your lips, swollen from her kisses, her taste still on your tongue. 

You don’t care. All that matters is right here in this room. 

“Let them talk,” You murmur, and then kiss your way back down her body once more. 

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✨️Seven Minutes in Heaven✨️

College AU! Haruka Sakura x Reader 18+ only

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“This is stupid” Haruka grumbled, his face burning so hot he thought he might start illuminating the darkness around you.

He could just barely see you in the soft light coming from the crack at the bottom of the closet door, but he could feel you. The way your chest pressed against his with every breath you took. The warmth of your skin so close to his.

He'd fantasized about this probably more times than he could count, but definitely not like this. Stuck playing Seven

Minutes in Heaven buzzed off cheap beer in Bofurin’s frat house. More specifically a tiny coat closet.

“Is being stuck in here with me for seven minutes that terrible, Haruka?” You asked teasingly, “you did invite me to this party you know”.

“I- it's not- I didn't mean it was a bad thing just- silly cause you know… we're not kids anymore” He stumbled over his words, body going rigid as you pressed closer to him, backing him up a little against the bare wall.

“never too old to have a little fun” you replied, raising one of your hands up to his chest, feeling his heart hammering.

God he'd had a crush on you for so long. And he had invited you to this party despite not knowing this scenario would be unfolding. Was this it? His chance?

The time was ticking and you were so pretty, your soft hand moving up to his cheek.

Haruka didn't think as he leaned in, and he's so glad that he didn't because the feeling of your soft lips on his was better than anything he could have ever imagined.

He placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him, surviving on pure instinct alone as your lips danced together, his breath hitching in his chest.

“Four minutes you two” Umemiya's voice called from the other side of the door.

You giggled as Haruka spun you around, your back now against the wall as his hands went to your under thighs And lifted you so your legs were around his waist. Your core pressing the bulge in his jeans.

‘Oh fuck’ he thought as your mouth moved to his jaw, kissing and biting to draw up a pretty bruise he would want to keep forever.

“I want you- w-want you to be my girl” He panted, biting back a groan as you shifted your hips against him, grinding against his hard cock

“please Haru” you whined, dragging your mouth back up to his.

His tongue was slipping past your lips as his fingers went up your skirt, feeling across your damp panties as you shiver at his touch. His mind was dizzy with you and how much he wanted.

Wanted you on his mouth, clenching around his fingers, his cock. Wanted to fill you up until his cum was spilling down your thighs.

Haruka was just about to pull your panties off, his hand fiddling with the button and zipper on his pants when another thudding knock sounded at the door along with it opening, catching you two messily kissing and grinding against each other, breathless and red faced. Haruka's black and white hair messy and his heterochromatic eyes swallowed by his blown pupils. You didn't look much different, just as ecstasy drunk as him. The whooping and cheering from his friends had him nearly burning to ash but the soft caress of your hands on his arm leading him from the closet filled him with such confidence all he could was smirk pridefully. You pulled him down to whisper in his ear.

“Back to my place?” You asked so sweetly, though your tone was dripping with something more addicting than honey.

He nodded, his pounding heart turning up a notch as he quickly led you from the frat house with a flurry of excited shouts following you.