#please feel free to send me more hehe

[uh-i-think-its-frank]

love your writing sm! also your headcanon abt luke loving to be between reader's thighs had me thinking (you can write for this if you're inspired at all btw): i bet he's the type to lay his head between or on top of the reader's legs / kneel in front of them randomly to be all cute and romantic and cuddly and shit but then get turned on and "sneakily" get closer and give off hints abt eating the reader out LMAO

oh MAN I feel like ur right.

more horny posting bc i’m insatiable | MDNI

I feel like he’s a total thigh guy in general but I love the idea that that’s his tell.

Going off of my previous headcanon post, I feel like younger Luke (ANH/ESB) would take a little while to get comfortable initiating sexual encounters, so I can imagine you guys sitting on his bed. Maybe you’re both on your backs, the back of his head resting on your stomach with your thighs on either side of his body whilst you’re reading a book and he’s trying to read a mission report. But your hands are absentmindedly toying with his hair, massaging his scalp (btw, I headcanon that Luke loves having his hair played with. Maybe even tugged the smallest bit - just enough for encouragement, but I can write another headcanon post for that hehe) and he finds himself getting a bit distracted by your fingers. Maybe you’d shift your position and lift one of your knees, bringing your thigh up beside his head and the mix of your hands in his hair and your thighs surrounding him gets him squirming.

You’d ask him if he’s ok and he’d clear his throat, mumbling a shaky “y-yeah” quietly as he pulls the mission report back up to his face, pretending to not be paying attention to the way your thighs move around him.

I imagine he’d just eventually grow impatient. And his impatience is what drives him to finally make a move. Maybe he’d try to be subtle, pretending to continue reading the file before him whilst beginning to trail his fingers across the skin of your leg, feeling the hair and goosebumps raise in their wake.

You’d be clueless at first, truly believing his innocent ploy until he starts to not-so-subtly grab at your thighs, squeezing the flesh between his fingers gently, appreciating the way his hand felt on them.

He’ll know that you caught on when your fingers pause in his hair and he’ll wait for a moment to see if you’ll stop him; but when you don’t, he’ll turn his head slowly, leaving gentle pecks across the inside of your thigh.

His important documents would be forgotten about, draped across his stomach when he notices you sigh at his touch, his kisses growing teasing, his other hand reaching up to toy with the thigh on the opposite side of his head.

Eventually he’d flip over, paper falling to the floor without care as he looks up at you, happy to see a spark in your eyes that matches his, and he’d continue kissing and playing with your thighs, slowly making his way up to kiss at your clothed sex.

From then on, touching your thighs was his tell.

Even when he matures (aka, ROTJ era, onward) you know that if you’re sitting beside each other and his hand finds its way to your thigh, the seemingly innocent touch holds nothing but sinful meaning. He’d know that you knew but would sometimes tease you, swearing that he didn’t know what you were talking about if you ever chose to mention it, all while he’d be lowering himself to his knees in front of you, rubbing up your thighs so that your skirt gathered around his wrists as he lifted the garment, making eye contact with you as he did so.

Maybe after a stressful mission, he’d actually lure you in with earnest innocence, stating that he was stressed and wound up and he’d request that you play with his hair, or maybe you’d encourage him to relax by offering to, so he’ll lay his head on your lap and you’ll begin massaging his scalp. And it truly is meant to be innocent, but you don’t miss the way his hips shift after a while, or when he’d reach a hand up to squeeze your thigh. Or sometimes, he’d skip the other steps all together and go straight to laying soft kisses across your skin, groaning when you give his hair the smallest tug.

Ugh

Anyways

Long story short; Luke Skywalker is a whiny thigh man who worships his lover hehe

[tohruies]

hi hi mrs yao !!!! christmas is coming up, are you going to celebrate anythinf with xiangli ? :33 btw, since miss coco doesnt have a tree, here's a little something to say thank you for being one of my lovely moots 🥺

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[littlestpersimmon]

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[cumironi]

MY LITTLE VIRGIN ！ ❞

GOJO SATORU , your used to be upperclassmen who happened to be your friends-with-benefits teaching you how to kiss, also the one who took your virginity.

warning. highschool! gojo satoru ( early twenty and you are nineteen ), virginity lost, fingering, raw/unprotected sex.

wc. 2,8k

“hehe... it's amusing how you're still clueless about kissing,” gojo remarked, seated on your bed. his fingers traced along your neck, gently moving up to your chin. in your friends-with-benefits dynamic, you'd sought gojo's guidance on kissing, a proposition he willingly accepted.

“prepare for the best kiss of your life,” gojo chuckled, leaning in closer to your face. lifting your chin, he gazed at your lips with a playful glint in his eyes. blushing profusely under gojo's intense gaze, you nervously lick your lips. “i'm ready, satoru. . .” your voice wavers slightly as you try to maintain eye contact with him.

gojo smirks at your nervousness, finding it endearing. he leans in, closing the distance between your faces until his breath caresses your skin. gojo's smirk widens as he notices your blush deepening. his thumb gently brushes against your lower lip, parting them slightly. “nervous? there's no need to be. just relax and let me guide you...”

with those words, gojo closes the remaining gap between you. his lips meet yours in a tender yet passionate kiss. his free hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your head for better access as he deepens the kiss.

after a moment, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “like this... follow my lead and let instinct take over.” feeling overwhelmed but also strangely exhilarated by gojo's expert touch, you nod, trying to follow his instructions. your hands tentatively reach up to rest on his shoulders, holding onto him for support as he continues to guide you through the kiss.

as he pulls away again, you can't help but whimper softly in protest. but then you see that teasing smile on his lips and realize there's more to come. his blue eyes twinkling with mischief, gojo chuckles softly at your reaction. “oh? did you want more already?”

without waiting for an answer, he captures your lips once again in another searing kiss. this time though, he adds a new element— his tongue slips past your parted lips seeking entrance into your mouth. the sensation is overwhelming and intoxicating all at once. you find yourself responding eagerly, mimicking gojo’s movements as if driven by some primal urge.

pulling back after what seems like eternity but was probably mere seconds, gojo gazes down at you with satisfaction. “see? that wasn’t so bad now was it?” but before giving you time to respond, he leans in once more for another tantalizing kiss.

moaning softly into the kiss, you wrap your arms around gojo's neck, pulling him closer. your body feels electrified from the intimate contact, and you can't get enough of his taste, his scent, the way he makes you feel.

when he finally breaks the kiss again, you're left panting and dazed, struggling to regain your composure. “th-that was... s-satoru,” you manage to stammer out, your cheeks flushed a deep crimson. looking up at gojo with hooded eyes, you bite your lip and murmur, “more please... teach me everything...”

a low chuckle rumbles from within gojo's chest as he takes note of your flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. “mmm... you're quite the eager student aren't you?” he leans down to capture your lips once more in a long, slow kiss that leaves both of you breathless when it ends. pulling back slightly, gojo looks into your eyes with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine.

“i’ll teach you everything... but remember, practice makes perfect. so let's keep practicing until we've perfected this art form together.” and without waiting for another word from you, he dives back into another passionate kiss— this time taking things even further than before.

lost in the whirlwind of sensations, you forget all about being shy or inexperienced. all that matters right now is gojo and the way he makes your entire body tingle.

your hands roam freely across his back, feeling every muscle beneath his shirt. you press yourself closer to him, wanting nothing more than to lose yourself completely in this kiss. every flicker of gojo's tongue against yours sends sparks shooting throughout your body. each brush against your sensitive lips draws moans from deep within your throat.

breaking away from the kiss momentarily, you gasp for air while looking up at gojo with lust-filled eyes. “more... please don't stop...” gojo grins wolfishly at your plea, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you, “as you wish...”

he trails hot kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat, occasionally nipping lightly at the sensitive skin. one of his hands slides underneath your shirt, skimming over your stomach and ribcage before cupping your breast.

at the same time, his knee nudges your legs apart as he settles himself between them. the pressure of his hips against yours sends jolts of pleasure through your core. returning to your lips, gojo kisses you deeply, passionately, pouring all of his desire into the embrace. when he finally pulls away, you're both panting heavily.

“how do you feel now? ready for round two?”

your mind is foggy with lust, unable to process coherent thoughts beyond the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. all you know is that you crave more of gojo's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he's doing to you.

arching into his touch, you press your breast harder against his palm, silently begging for more stimulation. your hips buck involuntarily, seeking friction against the hard length of gojo's thigh. when he asks if you're ready for round two, you can only nod frantically, too lost in the haze of pleasure to form words. your lips seek his out once more, demanding another scorching kiss.

this time, as your tongues dance, you start to explore gojo's mouth with yours, learning the contours and depths of him. a satisfied growl escapes gojo as he feels your breasts pressing into his hand and your hips grinding against him. he loves seeing how responsive you are to his touches, how eager you are for more.

sliding one finger down from your breast, he teases along the waistband of your pants before dipping beneath the fabric. his digit traces lazy circles against your heated flesh, drawing soft whimpers from deep within your throat.

breaking off from the kiss, gojo looks down at you with a burning desire in his eyes. “let's make sure this second round is even better than the first...” with those words, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to stroke that sweet spot hidden within. at the same time, his thumb finds its way to your clit and begins circling slowly around it.

“feel good?”

a loud moan tears itself from your throat as gojo's fingers delve deeper, hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know existed. your back arches off the bed, pushing your chest towards him. his thumb on your clit is pure torture— each circle sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. it feels incredible, too much and not nearly enough all at once.

your nails dig into gojo's back, leaving red marks where they claw at his skin. “‘toru. . .” you gasp out between moans, “feels so good...” your hips move instinctively against his hand, chasing after that elusive climax that seems tantalizingly close but always just out of reach.

gojo's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe beneath him, your face contorted in pleasure. he loves seeing you like this— completely uninhibited and at his mercy. “that's it baby, let go. give in to the pleasure...”

he increases the speed of his fingers, pumping them in and out of you at a rapid pace. his thumb presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. gojo leans down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to mix pain with pleasure. his other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

“come for me. i want to feel you fall apart on my fingers.”

the combination of gojo's relentless fingering and relentless thumbing sends shockwaves of ecstasy crashing through your body. every thrust of his fingers, every circle of his thumb pushes you higher and higher until there's no turning back. a strangled cry rips from your throat as you finally tip over the edge. your walls clench around gojo's fingers in rhythmic spasms, pulsating with each wave of orgasmic bliss that washes over you.

your entire world narrows down to the feeling of gojo's fingers inside you and his thumb working magic on your clit. the pleasure is so intense, so overpowering that it threatens to consume you whole. as the last tremors subside, you collapse back onto the bed— spent yet utterly satisfied.

gojo continues to pump his fingers slowly inside you as you come down from your high, milking every last drop of your release. once your spasms have ceased, he withdraws his fingers with a satisfied smirk.

“look at you, coming undone so beautifully for me. you took your lesson well, i must say.”

he brings his fingers to his lips, sucking your essence off them with a low hum of appreciation. “delicious. . .” leaning over you, gojo captures your lips in a deep, sensual kiss, letting you taste yourself on him. after a moment, he pulls back with a mischievous glint in his eye, “but we're far from done, sweetheart. there are still plenty more lessons to be learned... and i'm just getting started.”

even though you're still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, a fresh wave of arousal surges through you at gojo's words. the thought of what else he might teach you sends tingles racing down your spine.

you manage to push myself up onto your elbows, your heavy-lidded gaze locked onto gojo's handsome face. “show me, teach me everything...” without waiting for him to respond, you reach down and unbutton your pants with shaky hands. the cool air hits my overheated skin as you peel off your clothes piece by piece, exposing more and more of yourself to gojo’s hungry eyes.

your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you lay bare before him— vulnerable yet filled with anticipation for whatever comes next. watching you strip off your clothes, gojo's cock twitches eagerly against his own trousers. he lets out a low chuckle, admiring the sight of your flushed skin and swollen breasts.

“i love seeing you like this— open and willing. it's incredibly arousing...” he moves closer, his blue eyes darkening with lust as he takes in every inch of exposed flesh. reaching out, he runs a single finger down the center line of your body from collarbone to belly button, savoring the sensation of your smooth skin under his touch.

“now, let's see how well you can please someone.”

with that said, gojo starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. his throbbing member springs free— long and thick— standing proudly erect against his lower abdomen.

“are you ready to take me on?”

your breath hitches in your throat as you watch gojo undo his belt and unzip his trousers. the sight of his erect member makes your pussy clench in longing. in response to his question, you nod vigorously, unable to form words due to the intense desire clouding your senses.

you reach out tentatively towards him, wanting nothing more than to wrap your fingers around his shaft and guide it towards your needy entrance. but instead of taking control, you wait patiently for him to initiate contact again.

as you lie there before him— naked and wanting— anticipation builds within you like never before, finally realizing that gojo is going to be the one who took your virginity. gojo smirks at your eagerness, enjoying the way you stare hungrily at his manhood. he steps out of his trousers and kicks them aside, revealing himself fully to you.

“there's no need to rush... we've got all night.”

he positions himself between your spread legs, leaning down to tease the head of his cock against your slick folds. the tip rubs gently against your clit, spreading your wetness across both areas. looking up into your eyes, gojo gives you a wicked grin, “relax and enjoy the ride...”

slowly, he begins pushing into you— stretching your tight walls deliciously wide around him. each inch that enters fills you up more completely than anything ever has before.

“feels fucking amazing doesn’t it?”

“fuck!” you cried in pain the moment he's bottomed out inside you. your nails digging into his biceps and eyes tightly shut from the pain of your virginity being taken with his massive cock.

at your sharp intake of breath and pained cry, gojo pauses for a moment, giving you time to adjust to the sudden fullness. he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, offering reassurance despite the fierce grip of your nails on his arms.

“shh, it's okay... just breathe. you're doing great.”

once you seem more comfortable, he carefully starts to rock his hips, withdrawing slightly before pressing back in at a slower, more controlled pace. the movement helps ease the initial discomfort, gradually building the pleasurable friction between your joined bodies.

“see? this isn't so bad, is it? in fact, it feels pretty damn good already...” as gojo starts moving, the initial pain begins to fade, replaced by an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sensation. it's almost like your body is remembering how to accommodate something so large inside you.

you manage a weak nod, still struggling to catch your breath, “y-yeah... it's okay now. . .” emboldened by the gentle rhythm, you start to move your hips in sync with gojo's, meeting him thrust for thrust. a soft moan escapes your lips as the pressure builds anew, this time centered on the sweet spot deep within you that he seems to hit perfectly with every stroke.

mindlessly, you tangle your fingers in his white hair, pulling him down for a desperate, clinging kiss as if trying to merge your very souls together through the intimate act. gojo grins against your lips, pleased by your growing responsiveness. he deepens the kiss further, tasting your sweetness while continuing his steady thrusts.

“that's right... let go and feel everything...”

he breaks away from the kiss only to trail hot kisses down along your jawline and neck. with each downward stroke of his tongue against sensitive skin, he matches it with another slow plunge into your welcoming depths.

feeling your inner muscles clenching around him drives gojo wild; he can tell that despite being a novice at sex, you were born for this kind of pleasure. the combination of gojo's relentless thrusts and teasing kisses sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. your mind becomes a blur of sensations— the feeling of him filling you completely, the sound of his low growls echoing in your ears, even the scent that surrounds you is intoxicating.

a loud gasp tears itself from your throat as he finds that perfect spot again and again, causing sparks to fly behind your closed eyelids, “oh god! ’toru. . .”

your entire focus narrows down to the point where they connect— it's overwhelming but also addictive. you find yourself arching up into him instinctively, urging him deeper.

“please don't stop. . .”

hearing you beg for more spurs gojo on, his movements becoming more urgent and powerful. he grips your hips firmly, using the leverage to piston into you at a frenzied pace.

“fuck, you feel incredible, so tight and wet for me.” his harsh breathing mingles with yours as he chases his impending climax, driven mad by the exquisite sensation of your velvety walls gripping his cock. “gonna fill you up so g-good, baby, mark you as mine...”

gojo's thrusts grow erratic as he nears the edge, his balls drawing up tight against his body. with a final, brutal shove, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and holds still, roaring out his release as hot jets of cum flood your insides.

your whole body trembles violently beneath gojo as his seed floods your womb. the intense heat and pressure trigger an explosive orgasm in you, sending shockwaves of pure bliss radiating outward from your core.

your inner walls clench and flutter around his pulsing length, milking him for all he's worth. a strangled scream rips from your throat as wave after wave crashes over you, leaving you drenched in sweat and utterly spent.

“oh fuck! s-ah!atoru!”

as reality slowly comes back into focus, you realize just how deeply connected you two are at this moment— physically, emotionally and spiritually. there's no turning back now; you've been claimed by him in every possible way.

collapsing onto you, gojo lets out a satisfied sigh as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm. he plants tender kisses along your collarbone and chest, marking you as his own in ways beyond mere physical possession.

“that was... incredible.”

still buried deep within you, he slowly starts to withdraw from your clenching walls, allowing them to stretch and contract around his softening member. each pull sends another jolt of pleasure through your system, prolonging the high.

“feel better now?”

despite having just given you the most intense experience of your life, gojo looks at you with genuine concern and affection. after he collapses onto you, his heavy weight provides a comforting warmth against your cooling skin. his chest rises and falls rapidly against your breasts, matching the frantic beating of your heart.

despite the exhaustion seeping into every fiber of your being, there’s an undeniable satisfaction that settles deep within you. you run your fingers lazily through his disheveled hair, feeling proud yet vulnerable at having given yourself so completely to him.

“that was... incredible,” you murmur softly, give him a tired smile, looking up into those captivating blue eyes filled with raw desire and affection.

with a contented sigh, gojo leans down to capture your lips in a tender, lingering kiss. his tongue sweeps against yours softly, savoring the taste of you mixed with the musk of their combined arousal.

“mmm, i knew you'd be amazing...”

he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes, his expression a mix of pride, adoration, and possessiveness, “you're mine now, in every sense of the word. never forget that.” gojo rolls off of you and gathers you close, cradling your body against his as he strokes your hair soothingly, “rest now, my little virgin. we've got a lifetime of pleasure ahead of us.”

nestled securely in gojo's embrace, you let out a happy sigh, feeling safe and cherished in his strong arms. your eyelids grow heavy as the aftermath of your intense lovemaking washes over you, lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

in your dreams, you see flashes of the future— moments stolen from time, memories made with gojo, and a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death. when you awaken, you know without a doubt that you belong to him, and he to you, forevermore.

as you drift off to sleep nestled against him, gojo watches over you protectively. he runs his hand gently across your back, marveling at how different things could have turned out had he not intervened earlier today.

but fate brought you here, together. and though he may be many things— powerful mage, leader of jujutsu high school— nothing compares to how much he cares for this fragile human girl now lying trustingly beside him.

he smiles softly as he listens to your quiet breathing, knowing that whatever challenges await them both, they will face them side by side. for better or worse, you are his now.

“sleep well, my love.”

[wintfleur]

LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY SUNSHINE GOES…)

⊹ a jesse tlou series

☀️🪽 you and jesse have been stuck like glue ever since you met. he became so much more than just your best friend, but also your protector and confidant. from teaching you how to defend yourself to switching your schedule to be with him on patrol. everyone in the town knew it, it was clear for them to see. if they saw you they knew jesse would be by your side or watching ( 𝒶dmiring ) you from afar, never to far though.

you couldn’t see it yourself—not at first at least, but he was head over heels in love with you, putting himself at risk (more than you would like) to keep 𝓎ou safe. All he wanted was you and you were coming to the realization that all you wanted….was 𝒽im.

GENRE. fluff, angst, post-apocalyptic drama, friends to 𝓁overs, a written series, blurbs, headcanons and mid-length writings.

𝓟AIRING. best friend! jesse x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, protecter! jesse x protected sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader, friends to 𝓁overs / mutual pining , dina x jesse + male oc x sunshine! 𝓯 miller reader ( brief flings )

WARNING. the regular tlou warnings, angst, fluff, smut, themes of violence, mature violence (I’ll put specific warnings before each chapter)

DISCLAIMER this story is completely fictional ( obviously ) slight changes to the original game/show plot, pretty much everything during the timeskip is completely made up by me, jesse is 2 years older than sunshine, and for the sake of the plot—joel and tommy weren’t separated for that long.

˗ˏˋ SUNSHINE PLAYLIST PINTEREST ´ˎ˗

𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

OO1. ( THE NIGHT WE MET )

❛ SPONTANEOUS STARGAZING ❜

left in an unfamiliar place you find yourself trying to grasp at any positivity that you can find in this situation. your days are filled with distractions, trying to get used to the new place while your fears plagued your sleep at night. unknowingly leading you to the person that would help with it all.

OO2. ( untitled )

coming soon…

˗ˏˋ BLURBS HEADCANONS MOODBOARDS ETC. ´ˎ˗

𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 chronological 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝓻oro’s note. My first tlou writings for this account and of course I had to have it be for the loml Jesse ᐢᗜᐢ please be patient for I am not the fastest writer!! So updates are random, I have a kinda idea on what I want to happen with this series but I’m so indecisive it might change a little hehe….my asks are always open to talk about this so feel free to send me some thoughts, questions, and requests!!! I hope you all enjoy 🤍

this is the tag for the series ☀️🪽 sunshine x tlou!

ᆼᆽᆼ 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 & 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 ！

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[thirteenheavens]

hello huzz, can i get a pussy drunk seungcheol🙏thank yewww xo

Drown in you|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: last one before I go back into college hehe enjoyyy

Seungcheol buries his face between your legs, his tongue eagerly exploring every inch of your folds. "You taste so sweet," he groans, licking and sucking at your clit with fervor.

He grips your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. "I could do this all day," he mumbles against your skin, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. His lips and tongue work in tandem, teasing and tormenting you until you're a trembling mess beneath him. He alternates between licking slow stripes up your slit and flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit, driving you closer to the edge.

"I love the way you squirm when I do this," he says, his voice muffled by your folds. "The way you moan and whimper for me..." Seungcheol pushes two fingers inside you, curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot as he continues to eat you out. "You're so wet for me," he groans, his fingers pumping in and out of you slowly. He adds a third finger, stretching you open as he laps at your clit with increasing intensity. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice deep and authoritative. "I want to feel you come apart on my tongue."

His fingers thrust in and out of you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot with each stroke as he sucks on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building, your body trembling as you get closer and closer to the edge. Seungcheol moans into your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. "You're so delicious," he mumbles, his tongue moving faster and more urgently as he feels you tighten around his fingers.

He pushes his face even deeper between your legs, his nose brushing against your clit as he sucks on your folds. "Cum for me, baby," he growls, his fingers curling up to hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your orgasm crashes over you like a wave, your body arching off the bed as you cry out his name. Seungcheol continues to work you through it, licking up every drop of your juices as you come undone.

Seungcheol holds your thighs firmly, keeping you spread open as he devours your pussy with renewed intensity. "I'm not done with you yet," he says, his voice thick with lust. He adds a fourth finger, stretching you wider as he pumps them in and out of you. His tongue flicks over your clit relentlessly, driving you towards another orgasm.

"You can give me one more," he insists, his free hand sliding up to play with your nipples. "I know you have it in you." He sucks hard on your clit, pushing you past the point of sensitivity until you're writhing and begging for mercy. "Cum again," he demands, his fingers curling up to hit that perfect spot deep inside you. Seungcheol is lost in his own pleasure, completely consumed by the taste and feel of you. His eyes are glazed over as he stares up at you, his tongue working tirelessly to make you cum again.

"You're addicting," he groans, his voice thick with desire. "I can't get enough of you." He pushes your thighs back, burying his face even deeper between them as he feasts on your pussy. "I could drown in you," he murmurs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. You can feel Seungcheol's cock straining against his pants, but he ignores it in favor of focusing on your pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of you and replaces them with his tongue, thrusting it deep inside you as he groans in satisfaction.

"You're so tight," he says, his tongue swirling around your entrance. "I love how you clench around me." He reaches up to grab your breasts, kneading them roughly as he continues to eat you out. "I'm going to make you cum so hard you'll see stars," he promises, his voice rough with need.

"P-please," you whimper, your voice trembling as you struggle to form words. "I can't take it anymore, Seungcheol." He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You can and you will," he says firmly, his tongue lapping at your clit with renewed intensity. "I want to see you fall apart one more time."

He sucks your clit into his mouth, applying just the right amount of suction to drive you wild. "Cum for me, baby," he commands, his fingers pinching your nipples hard. Seungcheol flicks his tongue rapidly over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He can feel you getting closer and closer to the edge again, your thighs trembling on either side of his head.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice low and sultry. "Let go for me. I want to taste all of you." He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as he pushes you over the edge. You come with a loud cry, your body convulsing as your juices flood his mouth. Seungcheol drinks you in, lapping up every drop of your release as you ride out your orgasm. He finally pulls away, panting heavily as he looks up at you with a satisfied smile.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I could watch you fall apart like that all day." He crawls up your body, settling between your legs as he leans down to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips, mixed with the taste of his own desire.

[ravenslvt]

can’t stop thinking about boss! leon kennedy who is just obsessed with how your pussy feels around him :(((((

how he’d tease you oh so much while bending you over his desk during your break. lifting up your cute little pencil skirt and fucking you like he hated you.

he leans forward, thrusting into you at a bruising pace, his hot breath against your ear as he whispered, "you like that, baby? you like being fucked on my desk like the dirty little whore you are?" he’d practically laugh as you whine against him.

he’d hold your writhing hips still as he pounds into you, ignoring your moans. you could feel his cock practically throb inside of you as you sqeeze him tight.

his desk would creak as his hips moved against your own. his pace quickens, his grip on your hips tightens, leaving a bruising, but pleasureable pain.

“f-fuck leon!” you’d whine into the air. he just chuckles, his thrusts slowing, but going deeper than you thought was possible.

“such a needy little slut” he’d whisper in your ear.

if anyone were to walk by his office, you were sure they’d hear your moans and pleas, along with the sound of skin slapping together loudly.

but boss! leon kennedy didn’t care. he was basically pussy drunk off the sounds you were making, along with how well you take him.

when he knew you were about to cum, he’d lean into your ear.

“you feel so fucking perfect around me. it’s like you were fucking made for me.” his breathing would start to get a little heavier, thrusts more powerful and sloppy.

“please, leon!” you’d beg, gripping the edge of his polished wooden desk.

“please what, baby? you gonna cum all over my cock for me?” he’d tease, kissing then biting your neck, making you almost scream.

“c’mon, cum for me, baby, i know you want to.” god the sound of his voice alone almost made you cum instantly. your eyes screw shut as you whine mixes of curses and his name over and over like a prayer, so close to completion.

“that’s it, pretty. gonna let me finish inside you? walk around the office all day with my cum dripping out of that pretty pussy like the fucking whore you are?” his thrusts were uncontrollable now. your forehead leaned against the hard desk.

“yes yes please, leon, fuck!” is all you can say before he covers your mouth (he knows if he didn’t you’d let the entire office know what was going on, if they didn’t know already). you came with a sob, squeezing his cock so tight he hissed as his free hand gripped your waist. he shot his hot seed inside of you and rode out a few more thrusts before slowing down and stopping.

both of you are panting and sweating, you whine in overstimulation of his cock still inside of you. he was still half hard.

“one more time?” this was the third time he’s said this.

masterlist

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Ms. Delinquent, Natasha

pairing: delinquent basketball captain! natasha romanoff x student council president! reader

synopsis: Y/N L/N, perfect student council president, gets paired with the school’s worst nightmare—rebel basketball captain natasha romanoff—for a major project. she’s late, annoying, and impossible to work with. but one unexpected moment makes Y/N wonder… is there more to natasha than the chaos she brings?

warnings: mentions of school fights and bruises (non-graphic) + tell me if i missed anything !! | wc: 2.3k | genre: romance, fluff, kinda enemies-to-lovers !! ;p

note: WOWOW, two posts in one day??? who is she??? (definitely not someone procrastinating her to-do list by writing about a rebel basketball captain and a stressed-out student council president falling in love—definitely not.)

anyway, hii !! i had way too much fun writing this !! >< also, feel free to send me messages, asks, or requests—i might (emphasis on might because I’m lazy, hehe) turn this into a series if you guys like it, aaa. ALSO, i really, really need to make a masterlist to keep my profile organized, but guess what? i’m too lazy. someone please bonk me with a pillow or smth. 💔

part one ♡‧₊˚ part two ♡‧₊˚

Y/N L/N

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Student Council President

Vibe: Miss Goody Two Shoes, Walking Honor Roll, and A Literal Angel

Known For:

- Fixing everyone’s mess (including Natasha’s)

- Straight As, Complete notes, and a color-coded Google Calendar

- Always wearing her ID. Always.

- Literally the only reason the faculty hasn’t given up on this school

- Smiles sweetly while saying, “That’s against school policy.”

NATASHA ROMANOFF

Year & Section: 12 - A

Position: Captain, Women’s Basketball Team

Vibe: Rebel Without a Cause, Hotheaded Heartthrob, and Leather Jacket Energy

Known For:

- Cutting class but still scoring MVP

- Pulling up to school on a motorcycle (allegedly)

- Has a permanent seat in detention—but makes it look like a throne

- Once made a guy cry during a scrimmage... with just a glare

- Looks like she doesn’t care—until it’s Y/N.

What would you do if you got partnered with your polar opposite for a school project? Like... the girl who's practically allergic to rules, shows up late to every class—if she even shows up at all—and somehow makes your life as student council president ten times harder just by existing?

Well, I have... and here's how the story goes.

She's Natasha Romanoff.

If there’s one person on this campus who gives me a headache at least three times a week, it’s Natasha Romanoff.

Captain of the women’s basketball team. Standing at six feet of pure chaos. The type of student who thinks rules are suggestions and uniforms are optional. She’s the exact kind of person I swore I’d never get involved with. You know—the delinquent, the rebel, the walking red flag your mother warned you about.

She rarely shows up to class. And when she does? She’s either asleep, doodling in her notebook, or getting sent out for being a 'distraction.' Her file in the faculty office is thicker than the student handbook—and I would know, I helped revise it.

She picks fights like it’s a sport. She’s been banned from three different cafeterias for fighting in line. Her knuckles are always bruised, her lip usually split, and yet she still walks around like she owns the whole school—because somehow, she kind of does.

It drives me insane. I’m the student council president. I run this place on schedules, protocols, and peacekeeping. I solve disputes between orgs, approve event permits, and enforce policies like my life depends on it—which, sometimes, it kind of does. So imagine my horror every time her name pops up on my desk. 'Romanoff punched someone again.' 'Romanoff’s skipping classes again.' 'Romanoff's motorcycle is parked on the faculty lawn again.'

She's a walking nightmare for someone like me.

Worse, she seems to have no plans for her future. No goals. No ambition. Just… basketball. That’s all she ever thinks about. Practice. Games. Scores. Like the world outside the court doesn’t exist. It’s frustrating. It’s pathetic. And yet—she plays with so much fire, it almost makes you forget everything else. Almost.

Tip: don’t be fooled by her soft-looking face. Sure, she’s got those calm green eyes and a lazy smile that makes girls weak in the knees, but trust me—she’s all sharp edges underneath. Dangerous. Reckless. Untouchable.

Naturally, girls chase after her like she’s a rom-com lead in real life. I’ve seen love confessions on paper cups, flowers in her locker, and girls literally waiting outside the gym after practice hoping she’ll so much as glance at them. But you know what’s weird? Despite how egoistical she is—despite the arrogance, the swagger, the attention—I’ve never seen her date anyone. I’ve never even heard rumors of her with anyone. Not once.

And then came the groupings for our Humanities project. A randomized draw, they said. Fate, I’d argue.

It was one silly project. That’s all it was supposed to be. A one-time, two-week, half-grade assignment. But it led to the one thing I never expected...

Actually knowing her.

That was the day everything changed.

That was the day Natasha Romanoff looked at me like I wasn’t just the school president... but something more.

—

You hear your name and Natasha Romanoff’s in the same sentence and immediately feel the universe collapse.

“Group three… Romanoff and L/N.”

The room goes silent. A beat of stunned silence, and then—

“WHAT?”

“Oh my god.”

“No way.”

“Lord, this is my Roman Empire.”

You shut your eyes and exhale slowly.

“Y/N,” Wanda whispers, clutching your arm like you’re on a sinking ship. “Tell me I heard wrong.”

You stare at your teacher. “Miss, is there a mistake—?”

“No mistakes,” she says cheerfully. Too cheerfully. “I think this will be a… fun dynamic.”

Yelena is already cackling. “Good luck, president,” she sings. “You’re gonna need it.”

Behind you, Natasha Romanoff stretches in her seat like she didn’t just cause a classroom-wide scandal. She yawns, leans back, spins her pen between her fingers like a basketball. You lock eyes for exactly two seconds. She smirks.

And just like that, you know you’re doomed.

—

Later that afternoon

You’re pacing by your locker, chewing your lower lip. You don't have Natasha’s number. But Yelena does.

“I hate this,” you say, typing quickly. “This feels like betrayal.”

“Calm down, you’re literally texting her for school,” Yelena replies while eating fries. “Now go! Be a good president and go manage your delinquent girlfriend.”

“She is not my—never mind.”

You shoot her a glare, then copy the number. You stare at your phone for a full minute before finally typing:

You expect to be left on read. Or worse—no response at all.

But she replies.

You blink.

She does find you. Within ten minutes.

You watch her walk in like she owns the place. In her hoodie, earrings glinting under the warm light, one earbud in, backpack slung over one shoulder. She moves like a secret, like danger with a pulse.

She drops into the seat across from you. “Hey.”

You glance at the time. “You’re… early.”

She shrugs. “Skipped practice.”

Your jaw drops. “What?! Why would you—”

“To work on the project,” she says simply, like it’s obvious.

You gape at her. “You skipped practice. For school.”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, presidente,” she teases, resting her chin on her hand. “You messaged. I showed up. That’s the arrangement, right?”

You can’t even tell if she’s being serious. But her eyes are calm, and she actually opens the module you printed out. No complaints. No smart remarks. Just… reading.

You snap out of it and start discussing your plan. She listens. Occasionally nods. Offers surprisingly decent ideas. You make notes. You don’t notice that your voice grows more relaxed. You don’t notice how she’s been watching you the whole time—not the paper. Not the topic. You.

“You know,” she says once you finish outlining the draft, “you talk a lot when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.”

“Hmm,” she hums. “Cute.”

You nearly choke on your water.

—

Once you pack up

“Okay, I’ll message you updates after I type the outline,” you say, stuffing your planner into your tote. “Thanks for actually showing up, by the way. I didn’t expect you to.”

Natasha stands, slinging her bag onto her shoulder. “I’ll walk you home.”

You pause. “What?”

“It’s late. You’ve got three books in your bag, and your tote’s heavier than Yelena’s sarcasm. Come on.”

You blink at her. “Are you… being nice?”

“Don’t ruin it,” she deadpans.

You roll your eyes but… follow her. She doesn’t ask for your address. She already knows it. (You don’t want to know how.)

The walk is quiet. She keeps her hands in her pockets, glancing at you every few steps like she’s making sure you’re still there. At one point, she slows down to match your pace. You pretend not to notice. But your heart’s doing cartwheels.

When you reach your gate, you turn to her. “Okay, um… thanks. Again.”

She shrugs. “Text me when you’re editing. I wanna see what it looks like.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You care about the final output now?”

She gives you a lopsided smirk. “You care. That’s enough reason.”

Before you can respond, she’s already walking away.

You stand at your gate, heart thundering, cheeks warm.

What just happened?

—

Meanwhile, the group chats are on fire.

—

Your phone buzzes again—more group chats lighting up, your friends collectively losing their minds—but you don’t check them right away. You’re still thinking about her voice. The way she said you care, that’s enough reason. It loops in your head like a song you’re not ready to skip. And for the first time since the semester started, you’re not thinking about deadlines, reports, or disciplinary forms.

Outside, your phone buzzes again.

You smile.

You think that’s it. But then…

Your jaw drops. You type furiously.

You let out an annoyed huff. Or at least, that’s what you tell yourself it is. But deep down, you’re smiling like a fool under the covers, kicking your feet just a little—just enough to feel ridiculous.

Because Natasha Romanoff just told you sweet dreams.

Because she showed up. Listened. Skipped basketball for a group project.

Because somewhere between the chaos and the attitude and the teasing, you’re starting to realize something terrifying:

She’s not just a delinquent.

She’s not just trouble.

She’s kind of wonderful.

And she’s starting to mean something to you.

You’re so doomed.

You’re thinking about Natasha Romanoff.

You fling your pillow over your face to muffle the scream

You close your eyes, the ghost of her smirk burned into your mind.

Tomorrow’s going to be interesting.

Very, very interesting.

[mrsmangi]

petition for violet please my love hehe

forever, always - luigi mangione

♡ flower prompt: violet - a daydream about the future - meaning: loyalty & faithfulness ♡ w.c.: 1.3k ♡ a/n: highly requested prompt, it's 2am. pls have mercy on me. i love you all. enjoy!

♡ send me a flower & i'll write a drabble based off the prompt ! ↪ prompts that have been requested

You’ve always hated the question, “Where do you see yourself in ten years?” 

What a trap, you think. It’s a polite way for people to pry their dirty fingers into your business–your uncertainties. It’s not like you avoid thinking about the future (sometimes you feel like you think about it too much) but answering that question always feels impossible. Ten years is so abstract, after all. It’s too vast, too distant to feel real. Yet, here you are again, the question living in your head, free of rent. 

You look across the café table where Luigi sits, blissfully unaware of the chaos in your mind. He’s staring at the menu, brows furrowed in concentration as his fingers hover over the laminated options. You know he’s not actually interested in the coffees, not when the boy doesn’t even like caffeine. He’s scanning for something else: a tea, maybe, or a fruit smoothie. Something simple. His lips twitch into a pleased smile when he finally spots what he’s looking for. 

“They’ve got a chamomile blend,” he says, glancing up at you, voice warm. It reminds you of the way sunlight feels on your skin after a harsh, long winter. “What about you? Are you already set on something?” 

You raise your glass of water to your lips with a small smile. “Just the usual,” you reply, warmth grounding you in the moment. The café around you hums softly with conversation and the quiet clattering of cups, but none of it registers itself in your head. Not when Luigi looks at you like that, his attention is completely yours. 

“You’re staring at me,” he says, tilting his head slightly, bemused. 

“Just thinking.” 

“Dangerous,” he teases. He doesn’t push you, though, just watches you with a quiet patience. It makes you feel like you can tell him anything, like he’d hold your words carefully as if they were fragile and delicate. You feel understood and seen under his gaze alone. His head tilts once more, a silent invitation to speak if you’d like to. 

You do, but how could you even begin? The future feels like a fragile thing, one you’re afraid of vocalizing. Still, the thought of it remains, persistent and teetering on the tip of your tongue. 

“I think,” you start, words unsteady at first, but growing firmer as you continue to speak. “I’ve been thinking about what it feels like to be happy. Content. To have everything feel right in your life, even if it’s not perfect.” 

Luigi sets down the menu, eyes softening with curiosity. “Uh-huh.” 

“I don’t really have a plan for it or anything,” you continue, nearly stumbling over your own words. “It’s more like a feeling I have. I don’t know if I could ever really have that, but the idea of it is stuck in my head. It won’t go away.” 

“What do you picture when you think of that feeling?” he asks gently. 

“A house,” you blurt abruptly. He blinks, eyebrows lifting, intrigued. “A little one that we own together. It’s not too big, but it’s warm and cozy. There’s a garden in the back and it’s a bit overgrown, but we both agree that it’s still beautiful. You’d probably spend all your time out there, trying to tame it.” 

Luigi’s lips curve into a soft smile. He props his cheek up, fist rested against it, with his elbow on the table, gazing at you. “Sounds like a losing battle to me,” he says. 

“Maybe,” you reply, smiling. “You’d come in with dirt under your nails, and tell me about how you finally got the roses to climb the trellis, even though the weeds just won’t quit.”

“What about inside?” 

“Inside…” You pause, trailing off. “It’s a different kind of mess. We have bookshelves overflowing, little trinkets and postcards I’ve collected scattered everywhere. We have a record player because I told you how much I always wanted one as a kid and you bought one for me. You purposely buy vinyls with weird covers just to make me laugh. The walls are covered with little pieces of us. A lot of photos, some art. It’s not perfect, but it feels like it’s alive. Like it’s been lived in. Loved. And there’s always laughter,” you continue. Luigi leans forward slightly. You recognize something unspoken in the way he watches you, like you’re sharing something more important than just a daydream. “The type of laughter that makes your stomach hurt because you’re so happy, you don’t even care. It’s messy, but it’s ours.” 

 “It doesn't sound messy," he says. "It sounds wonderful. Is that where you see yourself in 10 years?”

There it is, you sigh internally. That dreaded question. You’ve spent so much time resenting it, the way it forces you to confront how little you have figured out about your life, how impossible it makes it feel to predict the kind of person you’ll be then or the kind of life you’ll live. Sitting here with Luigi, you wonder if maybe you’ve misunderstood the question all this time. Maybe it hasn’t always been a test, but an invitation–a chance to dream aloud, to let yourself want something even if you don’t know what the future carries. You’ve always been afraid to answer because it feels like committing to something intangible and fragile.

His hand covers yours suddenly, thumb brushing over your knuckles. You glance up at Luigi, his unspoken patience pulling you out of your thoughts. The weight of his hand in yours feels like a lifeline to you, something solid holding onto you in the middle of your uncertainty. And suddenly, the question you’ve disliked for so long doesn’t feel like such a trap after all. 

Luigi makes you feel like your answer doesn’t have to be perfect, and it doesn’t have to include every detail of your imagination. It only has to be yours. For the first time, it doesn’t scare you and it doesn’t feel like an impossible demand. 

“I don’t know,” you admit to him, honestly. You glance down at your joined hands, curling your fingers to interlock with his. “I don’t know where I’ll be in ten years or the kind of life I’ll lead or the kind of person I’ll be.” 

You pause, lifting your gaze to meet his, words spilling out of you before you can second-guess them. “All I know is that I want you there. Forever, always.” 

Luigi blinks, surprise flickering across his face before his expression softens, lips curling upward. It’s tender. His thumb brushes over your knuckles again before he speaks. 

“Forever, always?” he repeats, like he’s testing the words in his mouth to make sure they feel as solid as they sound. 

“Yeah,” you say, “I don’t know where I’ll be living or what I’ll be doing, but if I have you…I think I’ll be okay. Better than okay–I will be happy. Content.” 

His lips curl further into a smile so genuine it makes your chest ache. “I think I can promise you that,” he says, voice steady. “Forever, always.” 

“You can promise me that?” you laugh quietly, tilting your head. “You don’t think I’ll drive you crazy in ten years?” 

“Oh,” he chuckles, shaking his head gently. “I’m sure you will, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s that you’re the kind of crazy I don’t ever want to live without.” 

You don’t find it in yourself to look away from him. For the first time in your life, the future doesn’t feel like a vast, unknowable, daunting thing–it feels manageable, hopeful. Beautiful, even. No matter what happens, you know one thing is for certain: you want Luigi by your side.

“Forever, always,” you repeat, the words rolling off your tongue like an oath. With your hands intertwined with Luigi’s in the small cafe you sit in, the world has never felt so right. The question you’ve hated for so much of your life feels like an open door now–all because of him. It’s a chance to step into something messy and imperfect and entirely yours with the love of your life.

[stellar-skyy]

hello dear <3 i was thinking an iced hibiscus tea for arlecchino, perhaps? feel free to decide the specifics and details on this one hehe

“i have an order ready for arlecchino! an iced hibiscus tea, for arlecchino!”

☆ — if you're craving a drink, make sure to stop by the teashop!

i. SUMMARY: Arlecchino's child is struggling, but she is there to reassure them. ii. CWS & NOTES: no warnings applicable. platonic arlecchino & gn!reader. house of the hearth!reader. angst & hurt/comfort. 1.5k words. iii. A/N: the way i ran to get this order done- THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO WRITE THIS ILY /p

It was a cold day in the House of the Hearth when Arlecchino called upon one of her children for nothing more than a simple chat.

One of the unspoken rules of the House was that the most leisurely of discussions were only a preface to something deeper; layers of ulterior motives hidden underneath an innocent invite for tea. Some children had never glimpsed the privilege of being summoned to her office, while others found themselves carving a dent into her seat cushions with the number of times they sat in them. But one thing remained unchanging with every visit: their Father would send for them with a purpose, and they would not leave until it was fulfilled.

When [Name] received word that they were to visit Arlecchino’s office at 7:00pm sharp, their first instinct was dread; for the dozens of possible reasons for them being the one to be called upon. Musing upon the ‘why’s shifted their mood from the dull thrum of anxiety to sweeping waves of confusion. As far as they were concerned, they had no due cause for such a meeting with the Director herself; no failed missions to be reprimanded over, no shady plots of subterfuge to be exposed. They weren’t any rowdier or more troublesome than any other of the children, so the list of matters that would merit a visit was short.

Still, they knew better than to avoid the call. 7:00pm, they stood outside the office, hand poised over the door. They closed their eyes, knocking on it sharply and wincing at the echo that reverberated off the walls.

Three short raps. A smooth, calm voice, from inside the room: “Come in.”

The doorhandle creaked loudly as it turned. The door was old, and rather heavy, so it took a gentle shove to push it fully open to reveal the neat, cozy office inside.

“Ah, [Name], you’ve arrived.” Arlecchino greeted them as they entered. She was seated behind her desk as she usually was, with a full tea-set in front of her. As they slowly approached, she motioned towards the plush chairs opposite her. “Please, take a seat. I have been waiting for you.”

They quickly settled into the closest chair, hands folded in their lap. The room was quiet and cold; enough to send an uncomfortable prickle down their spine. Arlecchino paid no mind to their uneasiness; her hands were busy deftly arranging the teacups on the tray. Once she was satisfied with their placement, she then moved to pick up the teapot.

“I have some new tea from Liyue,” she hummed, gently tipping the teapot to let the dark red drink fill one cup, then two. Steam rose from each, cutting through the chill of her office. “Hibiscus. It’s quite sour, but I have added a spoonful of honey and sugar to the brew to sweeten it.”

She held one of the teacups out, and they clasped both hands around it with a murmured thanks. As they moved to take it from her, the side of their palm brushed against her fingers—icy cold, enough to make them shiver with a single touch.

“Your night has been well, I am assuming?” Arlecchino asked, taking a sip from her cup.

“Yes,” they murmur, bringing the tea to their lips. It was hot, but just enough not to burn their tongue. The honey she had added did little to mask the sour taste of the hibiscus, but it created a lightly sweet aftertaste that was pleasant enough to warrant a second sip.

“And your days, how have they been?”

They frowned, scanning her expression for any hint of what she wanted. She was clearly speaking to them in search of something, even if she didn’t say it aloud. A mission report, perhaps? They had already submitted the paper copy to her desk, but if she had missed it, or it had gotten lost with the rest of the paperwork handed in that day, she could be waiting for them to recount the mission directly.

“I returned from the mission you sent me on,” they blurted out. “I… it was a success, mostly. No casualties. Minimal injuries. And I also—”

“No need for a summary, I’ve read your report.” Arlecchino cut them off smoothly. “I want to know how you are, not how your mission went.”

They almost choked on their tea. Arlecchino raised an eyebrow at their sudden lack of composure, and they hurriedly covered it up with a half-hearted cough. “S-Sorry… you want to know how I have been… feeling?”

“That is correct.”

The air was thick with silence and the bitter smell of hibiscus, until they blurted out a quick “Fine! I’ve been fine, thank you.”

“Fine?”

“Fine, yes.”

“Interesting. I have been hearing curious things,” Arlecchino said casually. “Some of your siblings seem to have noticed a change in your behaviour. You aren’t sleeping as well, your mood has been significantly worse, you haven’t been joining during social activities. There is clearly something wrong.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” they said weakly. Their feeble attempt at normalcy was nowhere near convincing enough to fool her, and they knew it. They were a passable liar in the best of circumstances, but she was the one person who would always be able to see right through them.

“Are you sure about that?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

They couldn’t look at her. One look into those sharp eyes, one wrong word and they would crumble right there in her office. They had to keep it together for as long as it took to convince Arlecchino they were alright and be dismissed from her office. They only needed to hold back the burning behind their eyes until they were far away from Arlecchino and her pressing words and bitter tea, and could quietly fall apart.

She was waiting for an answer, but they could hardly breathe through the lump in their throat, let alone formulate a response. If she stopped now, saw them for what they were—a lost cause—and gave up, it would be fine. But instead:

“What’s wrong?” she asked gently, and something inside them snapped.

Tears burst from their eyes, spilling over their cheeks and down their face. They gasped, choking back a cry, holding a fist to their mouth to stop the hiccupping and wheezing breaths.

“I’m sorry,” they sniffled, rather pathetically. They kept their head ducked down low, unable to bring themself to look up into her undeniable face of disapproval. If they were any stronger, they could grit their teeth and make up a spiel about how they would do better next time, but instead they had to cry.

Now, not only were they going to be reprimanded for letting their emotions affect their work, they would be scolded for crying as well.

“Now, there is no need for crying.” Arlecchino stood, scraping her chair against the floor. They flinched away from the jarring sound, shrinking inwards with their tear-streaked face hidden in their hands. As much as they tried to stop them, the tears kept flowing into their palms. The walls were shifting closer with each second, and the thick scent of the tea filled their lungs until it choked them with that cloyingly bittersweet scent—

They jumped, as something cold touched their fingers. Their hands were carefully pried away from their face, revealing Arlecchino kneeling in front of them, with an unusually concerned expression on her face.

“I’m not upset with you, dear.” She said gently. “If that is why you are apologising.”

“You’re not?” they asked slowly. It had to have been a lie, but with how softly she said it, a part of them couldn’t help but wish it was true.

“Of course I’m not. But do you know why I’m not upset with you?” she asked. Hesitantly, they shook their head. “I’m not upset in the slightest, because I know whatever is clouding you is something that you will work through. You will emerge the victor of this battle, no matter what it is.”

They made a strangled sound, and felt a new wave of tears form. Arlecchino sighed, pulling them to their feet and against her chest.

“You are strong,” she said softly, carding her fingers through their hair. “You are capable. You are able to overcome whatever hardships you are facing, no matter how much they wear on you.”

She kissed their temple, her cool lips feeling almost warm pressed to their skin. While she lingered there, she whispered to them, softer than a mother’s touch. “You are strong enough to face this on your own, but even if you aren’t you will always have me here behind you.”

Their hands stretched out to grab the back of her jacket, shuddering out a breath. If Arlecchino minded their teary face being pressed against the front of her clothing, she didn’t comment on it; she only murmured more reassurances as she held them close.

“Just breathe, dear.” She whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”

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[jihoonjuseyo]

submitting a request (if! it is only up to your liking! If not, feel free to ignore 🫂)

you wanted to relax and unwind with woozi which is why you thought of going on a vacation so you booked an open-air hot spring and well,, let's say it did not end up just the two of you taking a dip (if you know what i mean 🤭)

a/n: i posted this in my drafts and totally forgor 🫡 also hi i hope everyone has been amazing. my bosses gave me some time off this week so i hope to be writing more 🫶 one more thing, please remember to go show the members of seventeen some love on their socials. woozi, vernon, minghao and hoshi are going through some very vile shit rn and they’ve been so heavy on my thoughts. this might not be the post to post this on but LOL

cw: public sex (kinda, it’s a personally rented hot spring but it’s outdoors hehe), fingering, handjob, underwater ish, mutual masterbation, p in v, boobie kissing, groping, like a lot, cumming inside :,), unhygienic spring sex, there’s more than just water in there now (YUCK)

it was the perfect getaway—a tranquil retreat away from the bustle of city life, and exactly what you and jihoon needed. the open-air hot spring resort was tucked away in the mountains, surrounded by nature’s embrace. you had booked it on a whim, craving peace and relaxation with jihoon, wanting to escape the routine and unwind in each other’s company.

you breathed in the crisp, cool air, feeling the weight of the world slowly lift from your shoulders. the soft chirping of crickets and the distant rustle of trees in the wind created a soothing background as you stepped outside of your cabin. you were greeted by jihoon, who was already waiting by the hot spring, looking effortlessly relaxed in a loose robe, his dark hair tousled from the breeze.

“hey, you,” he said with a playful grin, his dark eyes watching you carefully. “you ready to destress, baby..?”

you nodded, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation. a weekend away with him was the kind of escape you both had been craving. the kind of escape that might even lead to a little more than just relaxation.

he held out his hand to you, and without hesitation, you took it. together, you walked toward the hot spring—a private one, surrounded by smooth stones and nature, offering both a sense of intimacy and serenity. the steam from the water drifted lazily upward, blending with the cool night air. It was the perfect setting.

when you finally reached the water’s edge, jihoon turned to you. “want to get in?” his voice was low, a hint of something unspoken in his tone.

you swallowed, feeling the heat of the water and the heat of your own rising desire. “yeah, let’s,” you answered quietly.

slowly, you both undressed, the soft sounds of water trickling from the hot spring filling the silence. as you entered the warm water, you let out a soft sigh of relief. the heat surrounded you, relaxing your muscles as you sank deeper. but the proximity of jihoon beside you made it harder to relax in the way you expected.

his fingers brushed against your arm, sending a shiver through you. he looked over at you, his gaze intense, almost predatory in a way that made your heart race. “You’re still so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and steady.

you didn’t respond immediately, your lips parting in surprise. he always said that, but the way he said it now—it felt different. a little more loaded, a little more urgent.

his fingers gently traced the line of your collarbone, and you leaned into his touch, your breath coming out a little faster. “you’re so, so beautiful,” he said, his words hanging heavy in the air.

your heart skipped a beat. you could feel the electricity between you growing stronger with each second, your body reacting instinctively. you both were sat along the edge, back against stone. one of his hands slid up your bare nude thigh, caressing up as his skilled hand cups your ass gently, his mouth finding your neck to give gentle, but wet kisses.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, body arching to him. you could feel him smile against your skin before gripping your flesh a little tighter, pulling you practically mesh to his naked body. “taste so good,” he practically purred, lifting his head and cupping the back of your neck.

jihoon kissed you then, and you folded immediately, your hands holding his bare body as the water rippled around you and soaked your skin. he started slowly, paying attention to your lips with his own. he’s never said it, but you knew he felt heavy about your lips being wet, especially when he’s at fault for it.

you whined at how gentle he was being, and he pulled back slightly. his hand left your neck, slowly switching to cup your cheeks. you looked at him, slightly confused as you waited for him to speak, but he just leaned back in, his tongue slipping between your lips to dive into a needier kiss.

the hand on your ass gripped you tighter, pulling you to sit on top of him. you couldn’t escape him, not that you wanted to. but as you adjusted on his lap, straddling him, you couldn’t help but gasp at the hardness between your bodies.

you knew the drill. he didn’t deserve to have to sit there with his girlfriend on him, letting him manhandle her. so, you reached between your bodies and wrapped your hand around his length. the heat and publicity of the spring only intensifying the pleasure he felt as he hissed, pulling form the kiss slightly. you watched as his eyes opened barely, seeing the hunger in them. you felt his hand leave your body, the other one keeping you stable on his lap. his free hand found yours, still wrapped around him. he practically rolled his eyes back as he helped guide her hand to move quickly.

“fuck, baby… like that…” he whispered, leaning forward and kissing your breast, before giving it a little nip. he kissed and grazed down to your nipple, his tongue swirling with the same pace as your hand between your bodies.

his released your thigh, his fingers sliding up to graze between your legs. your hips bucked towards his fingers. your fingers loosened their grip just slightly, but jihoon kept it moving with his help.

“come here, baby,” jihoon mumbled against your chest, two finger slipping between your folds to tease your entrance. “jihoon,” you squealed out, feeling his lips curl up. he looked up at your face as you were stilled perched above him, his finger grazing your clit and dragging down to your hole, where he finally slid the first finger in.

he caught your body as you leaned forward, your hand giving his member an unintentional but slightly hard grasp. he moaned into you, his finger starting to work its way in and out beneath the water. he felt her wetness, the contrast different to the thinner liquid of the spring. he pushed in the second finger slowly after that, and you almost had to give up on jerking him off.

but could you? the way one of his hands is assisting you in stroking him, while the other is two knuckles deep inside of you is causing his biceps to flex, his black hair sticking to his forehead from the humidity of the spring.

he admired the way you looked, lips parted and eyes struggling to stay open. he watched as your hips moved, basically fucking onto his hand. “that feel good, love?” he asked, his breath becoming tighter. you whined in response, nodding your head as your hand started to move quicker.

he couldn’t stand it, releasing your grasp from his cock and pulling his fingers out of you carefully, despite your disappointment.

his hands circled your waist, pulling you closer and over his length that stood ready for you. “come on, come on..” he practically begged, situating himself before helping you lower your body, your pussy enveloping him - and he felt it with every inch. you watched his chest deflate and tighten back up as he adjusted you. he didn’t realized the grip he had on your waist until he pressed his forehead to your shoulder, glancing down at the way your skin squeezes through the cracks of his fingers.

he slid it back, hands grappling your ass as he pushed up, at the same time helping you lower yourself. your insides quivered with each roll upwards into you. “h-haa..” you breathed out, your lip catching on your teeth briefly before you began to move, giving a soft grind against him that had him pulling you closer, assisting you.

the water hid the lower halves of your bodies, hiding the way your cunt circles his dick in a way that hugs him, keeping you two connecting. “fuck, you feel good,” you whimpered. he let out a slight breathy laugh, kissing your shoulder before bracing his feet against the stone bottom of the hot spring, his hips rolling quicker as he fucked up into you. your fingernails dragged against his back as you pulled up, the bun you kept your hair in bouncing with each slap between your legs. your lips were parted as you made eye contact with him, watching him admiring your figure and face in euphoria.

his thumbs pressed into the sensitive skin between your thigh and vagina, rubbing small circles to stimulate the entirety between your legs, while his palms kept a steady grip on your thighs.

it caused you to chase the tingling sensation, your moans becoming more frequent with every thrust up, every ripple of water around you. “‘m c-cumm—“ he interrupted you, placing one hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in, lips encasing yours as he allowed you to chase your high, riding him as tightly as possible as he ate it all up. he leaned forward to bend you back slightly as your hips continued to roll against him, his own orgasm hitting him right there as well. he was buried deep from this angle, your body tense from behind leaned back towards the water.

he pulled away from the kiss momentarily to allow you both to breath, to regain your breath and assess the position they were in, literally.

“….. you ever tried this one?-“

“shut up, y/n,” jihoon sighed, helping to pull you up back into his lap.

[itsrensfairygardenn]

➤ BOT RELEASE

dilf!art donaldson — for now let’s call her cleopatra

➤ pyramids — frank ocean

when art offered you his financial support, you agreed with very little hesitation; you no longer have to limit yourself to pay for school, because now you have art, and he sends you money even at times when you two don’t see each other for weeks. you’re like a stray cat, coming and going as you please, but he’s always here, waiting for you with a platter of milk.

dilf!patrick zweig — idol

never date athletes — people have warned you about it. even if they’re rich, and especially if they’re so damn smug; because once they lose everything, and you become a better person than them, they’ll blame you for stealing the perks of their success. who cares that you used to be patrick’s girlfriend? nobody even remembers, because now he’s a sore loser, and you’re a real idol.

stanford!tashi duncan — this one’s for all my mean girls

requested by @blastzachilles

of course, she’s still a good girl, just the way her parents raised her to be. don't go on a spree, sweetheart, and don’t let boys sweep you off your feet. but Tashi is a smart girl, and she doesn’t even care about those stupid boys. but pretty girls, especially models? god, tashi isn’t that strong.

art and patrick — what you need

➤ what you need — the weeknd

you combine the best of both of them in yourself, reflecting their vices and hidden cravings like a mirror, so ruthless and simultaneously tender — maybe that’s the main reason why they’re so smitten. they’re you. as much as you’re them. and if you’re just parts of the same triangle, what's the difference between your ways of being each other’s?

haiii :) thank you for your patience, because i was really busy with uni + it takes me ages to make even one bot, so… now i respect people who make a lot of bots even more! but anyway, i feel like four bots it’s a very good start for me hehe.

i’m so stressed and nervous about this release, but i hope that you’ll enjoy it as much as i did when i was testing these bots! feel free to contact me if something is wrong or if you have any questions, i’m always happy to help you or just yap </3

special thanks to my irl friends and my cutie patootie princess angel diya for testing these bots and listening to me yapping about them 🐈‍⬛

[rosa-tulipano]

fluffy lu thought for my loves. i adore everyone in this little community- please don't let nasty people tear you down. <3 shy, lover"girl", maybe-a-little-childish gender neutral reader <3

we all know that luigi loves to travel. to wander, explore, galivant. and he'd love to take you along with him- bring you to corners of the earth you've always wanted to see and to corners you never knew existed. together, you'd traipse crumbled horizons, wade dwindling rivers, and taste flavors both new and familiar. (all on a budget, of course!) even with the excitement he'd get on these trips- a new sort of rush now flooding his veins from being able to take his most beloved person with him- his favorite moments with you were in the stillness.

sitting in the back of a rickshaw or CNG just watching you watch the buildings sweep by. laying on the beach with you draped over his chest as you admired the sun sink below the ocean line while he took in the way the last few breaths of sunlight baptized your fluttering eyelashes. standing on the side of the bustling street, waiting for the local food cart to prepare your snack, with luigi's chest pressed firmly to your back and his arms winded around your waist.

to luigi absorbing the gleam of wonder on your face and the glow of anticipation in your eyes from experiencing new sights was the neurotransmitter that pumped his heart; it kept him alive, needing nothing more than to stay still in these moments with you. no matter where you went or what you saw (or even what state your appearance was in), you were always the most enchanting view to him

"luigiii" you'd whined, nudging him in the shoulder whenever you'd catch him staring at you. it made you a little shy and although you acted embarrassed, you silently hoped to any and all omnipotent powers that he would never stop looking at you in that way. as if you were the only thing that mattered in the universe. as if you were the moon that drew in his tides

"what is it, my love?" he'd answer in a soft, teasing voice. leaning in closer and bringing your hands to his lips. unblinking, he'd press kisses to each of your knuckles. you resisted the urge to push him again when he cocked his brow with a mischievous glint in his eyes. he looooved acting like he didn't know what you were talking about.

"you know what you're doing!" you mumble-cried, so overtaken by emotions you soared into his arms, tucking your head in his neck and fisting his shirt, feeling his body chuckle in mirth

"oh do i?" his arms seemed to engulf you as he held you close. he pressed a kiss to your hair

"yes, you butthole," your voice was muffled yet your bashfulness and faux pout ever clear. it wasn't often he could make you this shy- usually it'd be the other way around, so he loved savoring times like this. "looking at me...with those eyes..."

"butthole???" he guffawed in amused incredulity, head thrown far back to let his raucous laughter run free, uncaring of who would take offence- not that anyone really would, with it being such a sweet melody. "'those eyes' huh? oh i'm sooo sorry, amore, i really can't help it. it's just that..." his voice trailed off as he finished his tittering, pulling back just enough to cup your face and coax it away from it's favorite hiding spot. he thumbed at your cheek, caressing your skin with the upmost gentleness.

although the tail ends of your timidity were trickling away, your still doe eyed look had luigi melting. and his tender, amorous expression left you almost as breathless as his next whispered words:

"you really are my entire world"

i hope y'all liked this!! barely proofread so my apologies for mistakes. please let me know what you think and PLEASE send me messages with your own lu thoughts! fluffy or smutty hehe i'm open to requests too :D

[thirteenheavens]

blowjob w jeonghan plss <33 (his angelic moans🫠🫠)

Notes: oh my god she’s alive this be some crazy stuff hehe enjoy!!

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Jeonghan was sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sheets tightly as you knelt between his legs. He was already hard, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, your fingers deftly undoing each button one by one. Jeonghan let out a soft whimper, his eyes fixed on your every move.

"Hurry up," he pleaded, his voice breathy. "I need you, baby." You smirked and continued to undress him, taking your time to savor the moment. Once his shirt was off, you leaned in and began to kiss and nibble on his chest. Jeonghan moaned loudly, his head falling back as you worked your way down his body. You could feel him trembling beneath your touch, his need for you growing with every passing second.

Finally, you reached the waistband of his pants and pulled them down, freeing his throbbing cock. Jeonghan's cock sprang free, already leaking precum at the tip. You licked your lips, your eyes never leaving his as you took him in your hand.

"Please," he begged, his hips bucking up into your touch. "Please, I need your mouth on me." You obliged, wrapping your lips around the head of his cock and swirling your tongue around it. Jeonghan let out a choked moan, his hands flying to your hair as he gripped it tightly.

"Yes, just like that," he panted, his eyes rolling back in his head. "You're so good at this." You began to bob your head up and down, taking more of him into your mouth with each stroke. Jeonghan was a mess above you, his moans growing louder and more desperate as you worked him over.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last long," he warned, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're gonna make me cum." You hummed around him, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. You looked up at him through your lashes, loving the sight of him falling apart under your touch. Jeonghan was a whimpering mess, his hips bucking wildly as he tried to push himself deeper into your mouth. He was lost in the pleasure, his usual composure gone as he gave in to his desires.

"Please, please let me cum," he begged, his voice cracking. "I need to fill your mouth with my cum." You could tell he was on the edge, his cock twitching and pulsing in your mouth. You increased your pace, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking him harder. Jeonghan's moans were like music to your ears, sweet and melodic as they filled the room. He was practically singing your praises, his voice rising in pitch as he neared his climax.

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, his thighs trembling on either side of your head. "I'm so close, baby. So close." You could feel him starting to tense up, his balls tightening as he prepared to explode. You redoubled your efforts, determined to make him cum harder than he ever had before. Jeonghan let out a loud cry as he finally reached his peak, his body going rigid as he spilled his load into your mouth. You swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he rode out his orgasm.

He collapsed back onto the bed, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. You pulled off of him with a pop, a satisfied smile on your face. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and climbed onto the bed next to him. Jeonghan pulled you into his arms, holding you close as he came down from his high.

"I think I'm addicted to you," he said, nuzzling his face into your neck. "I can't get enough of you."

[viperify]

Kinktober 2024 | 𝗼𝗰𝘁 𝟭𝟳: ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Let me take care of you. | pt. 2

Read Part One before!

Short summary: After the encounter in the Prefect’s Bathroom, you two decide to meet again. Will this night change everything between you two?

Warnings: 18+ only! virgin!reader, loss of virginity, soft sex

A/N: Sorry this took so long but I am working on a whole Tom fanfic on Wattpad and AO3 so that also keeps me busy. Plus school is stressing me tf out. On another note, I am kinda proud of this one hehe. Feel free to leave feedback!! <3

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“Let’s get us dry now, hm?” Tom encouraged, shifting his position to sit upright. You protested, furrowing your eyebrows. “Wanna stay here with you, please.”

“What have I gotten myself into?” He shook his head slightly, grinning. “Meet me in my dorm later today? You have the entire night to cuddle with the best student of Hogwarts.”

You abruptly sat up, playfully smacking his bare chest. “I can’t believe you, Riddle!”

He was right, though, about the getting out of the bath part at least. The water in the bathtub had cooled down and you started to feel quite cold, despite the close body contact with the brunette.

Just after you stood up, water droplets dripping down your naked body, you realized you were now standing right in front of Tom, who was still sat against the bathtub, your exposed self on full display.

His eyes, first glued to yours, were now steadily trailing downwards, his piercing gaze sending shivers down your spine. Yes, of course he had pretty much touched every part he was now slowly taking in, though how your curves looked was left up to his imagination. Well, until now at least.

Instinctively, you tried covering yourself with your hands, but Tom was quick to stop you.

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me, pretty girl. You look absolutely stunning, even better than I had ever imagined.” His lips met your lower sternum, trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses all over your tummy. Your hands gripped his brunette locks, sweet little moans escaping your parted lips as you closed your eyes at the sensation. Tom placed one more kiss on the mound of your cunt, making you giggle, slightly tugging on his hair to warn him.

“You have thought of me like this?” You gasped, as he continued kissing down your thighs. He then paused, meeting your surprised expression with his lust filled eyes. Finally, he stood up as well, his taller figure towering over you.

He caressed the back of your head, and leaned in, finally closing the gap between the both of you.

“Every.” kiss “Single.” kiss “Day.” kiss.

His words made you blush, now thinking of what he might have been doing while imagining you all naked in front of him.

Suddenly, you felt his touch on the back of your knees, lifting you into his arms. You squealed at the swift motion, and Tom carried you out of the tub.

He then grabbed a towel you had already prepared beforehand and dried you up, with tenderness you couldn’t even have fathomed.

“You do this often?” You asked him teasingly, raising an eyebrow.

“Just admit I am good at taking care of the birthday girl.”

Arrogant bastard, you thought.

“I hate you”

“You don’t, princess.”

“What did you just call me?”

In the meanwhile, Tom had started getting dressed, ignoring your question.

“Don’t ever call me that again, Riddle.” By the time you realized you should probably get dressed as well, Tom was already done. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day. Or do you need help putting on clothes as well?” He grinned, walking over to you.

A blush formed on your cheeks, bending down to fetch your robes.

Smack.

You yelped, turning around to meet Tom’s amused expression. “You did not!” You exclaimed.

“Turn around so I can do it again.” The brunette said, a smug grin on his face. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Out, Riddle. Leave!” You demanded, shaking your head.

“Want a goodbye kiss, please.” He leaned in, but you turned your head to the side. “Be nice if you want a kiss.” Tom laughed. “Tom Riddle doesn’t have to be nice to get what he wants, princess.”

“Not with me.” You giggled.

“Alright. Going to be nice.”

“Good.” You let him have his goodbye kiss in the end.

“Now get dressed. If anyone sees you like this I might have to kill them. See you later tonight.” He winked at you and with that, he left.

As soon as the door closed behind the brunette, you exhaled sharply. You did not just do all of that with the boy you were meant to hate, right?

The rest of the afternoon you spent reading a book your parents had gotten you for your last year at Hogwarts. It had just turned 8pm when you got ready to head to Tom’s dorm, about to meet him again.

You knocked on his door and could already feel your heart thumping in your chest. Why were you that nervous?

He opened the door, smirking when he saw it was you. “Come in.” His dorm was quite spacious, the other boys being out for Christmas as well. It was getting dark, and the Slytherin house being located under the ground did not help the case. Thus, he had a few candles lit, giving the room a cozy feeling. He seemed to even have prepared, putting up some more cushions and blankets on his bed. The scent of his perfume lingered in the air, drawing your attention back to the brunette in front of you.

“I got you something. It’s not much but I hoped you would like it” He got a bouquet of flowers from his nightstand, handing them to you.

“Tom you did not have to get me anything.” You whispered, taking in the pretty flowers he had gifted you.

“It’s your birthday.” He stated, and you closed the gap between you two, capturing him in a passionate kiss. “Thank you, I appreciate it a lot.”

He just smiled and kissed you again, finding your waist to guide you two towards the bed, so you were now sitting on his lap on the edge of his bed, making out with him. Your hand trailed up his back, until they found his brunette curls, playing with them.

As the kiss got more heated, Tom’s hands found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts under the burgundy red lace bra you were wearing. A soft moan escaped your lips, and you both took a moment to catch your breath. He tugged on the fabric of your shirt, his fingers playing with its top button. “Take it off?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours.

You knew where this would lead and couldn’t help but feel a slight bit of anxiety form in your stomach. It’s not like you did not want to, but the thought of it still made you nervous.

“Tom”

“Hmm?”

“I have never- uh - done this before.” Your face heated up, and you lowered your head. “No?” He asked, his hand caressing your cheek. When you only nodded, he kissed you again, softly this time. “I didn’t mean to rush you into anything. If you aren’t comfortable yet, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

You shook your head. “No, I do want to. Please.”

Slowly, you took off your top, and his eyes wandered to the soft lace covering your chest. “So pretty. All for me?” “All for you.” You whispered, kissing him again.

His fingertips grazed over your waist, all the way up to the only fabric left on your upper half, leaving goosebumps as you shivered at his touch. Expertly, he unclasped your bra, taking in the view in front of him. “Don’t stare.” You laughed. “Oh I am absolutely going to stare.” His lips trailed down kisses from your collarbone all the way to your left breast, placing a small peck on your nipple before closing his lips around it to suck on it while his other hand massaged the other side, rolling your hardening bud between his fingers.

You gasped at the foreign feeling, your fingers going through his brunette locks, slightly pulling on them. Tom took his time with you, every move calculated. He then released your nipple with a wet plop, making you whine at the loss of pleasure. You scooted forward on his lap, kissing him again, your hips grinding to search for friction on the fabric of his trousers. The brunette smiled. “Greedy girl.”

With one quick motion, he switched your positions, you now being under him. You reached for his shirt, opening button after button to expose his chest, giving it a kiss.

He then tugged at the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down. You matched your panties with the color of your bra, making him shake his head, smiling. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked you, and as you agreed, he kissed you again. You were now lying at the center of the bed, Tom positioning himself behind you, just like in the bathtub.

The brunette kissed the side of your head, trailing his hands downwards to your red panties. He started rubbing on your needy clit through the lace fabric, making you moan. Everything he had done until then was more than perfect, and you could feel the familiar knot forming in your lower stomach. “Tom please” you whined, grinding your hips against his palm, desperately searching for more. Finally, he also slid your panties off, leaving you completely bare. You gripped his arm as he worked you towards your orgasm, soft gasps and moans spilling from your lips.

As you attempted to close your thighs around him, he stopped. “Open your legs for me, darling. Can't make you feel good if you don’t cooperate.” Tom then swung one of your legs over his to keep you in place, fingers finding your sweet spot once more.

“Tom-“ you whined, closing your eyes. You were so close, ready to let go. “I know. Be good for me and cum, love.” He encouraged you, his other hand tending to your breasts.

Finally, he sent you tumbling over the edge, your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Tom worked you through your high, praising you. “Such a good girl. Doing so well for me.”

You sank into him, your body going limp. The brunette shifted, laying you back onto the pillow. He undressed himself then, and as you took in the size of him, you weren’t so confident anymore. Back on the bed, he positioned himself above you, leaning in to give you a kiss. “Still sure? I am going to be careful. If anything’s wrong, you tell me to stop, okay?” Tom made sure, stroking your cheek. “Okay.” You nodded.

You gasped as you felt his tip slide through your slick folds, gathering your wetness. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed in slightly. Your eyebrows furrowed, the sting making your body tense up. Tom stopped, meeting your eyes. “Relax for me, darling. It will get better.” You just nodded, sinking your head into the pillow. Just relax. It’s going to be fine, you thought.

Now, with a bit more pressure, his tip made its way past, slowly but surely stretching you out around him. Your legs circled around his hips, encouraging him to continue. “Merlin, you are so tight.” Tom growled under his breath, focusing on the way his length split you apart. When he was all the way in, finally, you thought, he paused for a moment, letting you get accustomed to his size. Only after you nodded, Tom pulled out of you slightly, just to push back in. He repeated that a few times, until he exited you completely, speeding up.

At that, you tapped his arm, and he stopped, still buried deep inside of you. “Hurts, Tom” you winced, your eyes meeting his. He kissed your forehead. “Sssh, darling. Just relax. I am going to be careful. You are taking me so well, I promise.”

His fingers found your sensitive clit in an attempt to ease your pain, and it sure did. Soon enough, with his careful thrusts and the growing pleasure, the uncomfortable feeling faded and soft moans escaped your mouth. Tom must have felt you relax as well, because he sped up, groaning at how tight your warm walls were gripping him.

Tom kissed you again, your hot and sweaty bodies touching. “Feel you clenching around me, darling. Let go. Come for me.” And you did. You moaned into the kiss as you convulsed around him, riding out your high. He soon followed, your pulsating walls milking him dry as he groaned, furrowing his eyebrows. Tom collapsed on top of you, catching his breath.

“I am so proud of you.” He praised. “That was amazing, Tom.” You breathed, kissing his curls. “I am glad it was you.”

He smiled at that, lifting his body off yours. Slowly, he pulled his softening length out of you, making you wince slightly. Tom then got up, getting a damp, warm cloth to clean you up. After that, he pulled you onto his chest, and soon enough you fell asleep, cuddled into the boy you once despised.

“Definitely not letting you go anymore now.” Tom muttered, giving your forehead a soft kiss, soon drifting off to sleep himself. That on his bed, together with the girl he once despised.