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[darkarfs]

I'm basic as hell in one regard: chances are if you have a song with the word "moon," "bone," "teeth" or "ghost" in it, I probably like it.

[senji-posting]

I need a walk.

[ineffablerainstorm]

The episode is called "Every Day" not because of the song, but because it haunts you. Every. Damn. Day.

[blvck-minou]

Movie ooting

[willowser]

im always thinking abt that first night being couple with bakugo, when u finally get to/have to shaare a bed together............ is it awkward? is it sweet? what happens when you're both awake in the middle of the night... do you ask each other questions to get to know each other better? and do you wake the next day cuddling???

oooooh, let's think !! i feel like you're in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and changing into your pj's and, while you're excited he picked you, you're probably so nervous LOL bc he's so handsome !! and intimidating !! and so different than denki !!! you're used to snuggling up with him and sleeping well, so it's a bit awkward when you crawl into the bed and bakugou's back is facing you LOL

you face him and bring the blanket up to your neck and your cheeks and just sigh, and then when the lights shut off, bakugou is just staring into the darkness of the room with his heart beating out of his chest 🥺 bc this is so hard for him !!! 🥺 but eventually he can tell sero and mina are in the bed next to his, sucking face, and so he has to turn around bc he can't stand it — and then he's nearly nose to nose with you !!

and in such close proximity, he can make out the details of your face, your nose, the wide whiteness of your eyes, and he wonders if you can feel the heat from his face.

"hi," you whisper, and he can see the curve of your smile like this, can taste the sweetness to it. "sorry if i end up touching you all night."

he frowns and hopes you can't see it, insecurities swirling in his throat. already, you've caught onto how prickly he is and he's gonna have to really try to keep you, open himself right up in front of everyone—

"i take it you're not much of a cuddler."

bakugou shrugs, feels you shift because of it. "do what you want, i don't care."

you're quiet for long enough that he starts to think about sleeping outside, because he's an idiot, but then you say, "okay," and turn your back to him — and he's ruined it, he thinks, already.

but then he can feel you inching towards him, pressing your back up to his chest, your hair right in front of his nose, the sweet smell of your shampoo flipping his stomach.

you speak over your shoulder, cheek brushing his chin. "i'm really glad you picked me."

for a moment, he forgets that he's sealed away from the world, on live television, and only thinks about your warmth, your possibility and potential, and then he gingerly wraps his arm over your waist. "me too."

(i think in the morning, you've both shifted in your sleep; you having rolled on your stomach, leg kicked out to your left, cheek sunk into your pillows — but bakugou is still facing your sprawled form, arm still around your waist, the tips of his fingers tucked under the shirt that's ridden up your stomach. it's not much, but — it's the start of something.)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh idk, maybe charles just wanted to walk around shirtless or if they're in the pool (like that one drawing you did, but instead of erik the shirtless one is charles)

yeah no if it just somethin casual esp poolside bro's prob chillin...

[astramachina]

working on the singularity project is real fun because my brain will say shit like "hey do you know we can go into explicit detail of the things this kind of narrative always leaves out? you know we can do that right?" and i'll reply with "yes, but the fact that so much of it is left unexplained is what makes it engaging. lack of knowledge and forced extrapolation is the best analog for tackling the incomprehensible like that's literally the definition of cosmic horror" and my little gremlin brain will go "yeah but like. what if we did it anyway"

[capturerextraordinaire]

it. uh

Nice cock! (slaps yer "probe".)

keh heh. wrong move.

it begins wit' a BURNIN'. ya look down and ta yer horror, ya find 'at once was yer hand has FLAYED AWAY. gone is yer epidermis, yer sinew, yer tissue — all 'at remains is BONE, gleamin' white, BLEACHED by 'da sheer UNFAT'OMABLE NATURE 'a my probe!

i gnash my teeth at you — is it a GRIN or a T'REAT? and i say: "c'mon, fiend. 'nice' doesn't even BEGIN ta describe it!"

[lunchboxart]

DON'T CALL ME SWEET JUST BECAUSE I WON'T BITE . . .

[fourfuckinghorsemen]

Some stuff's happened in GC. Sorry.

I can't be bothered to read it all, don't worry.

[elvenchevalier]

Carrion

Uh, this one’s a few days late. Over a week, even. Just because I’ve been preoccupied, you know how it is.

So, Carrion is sort of a reverse-horror Metroidvania where you take control of an amorphous mass of horrible teeth and writhing tentacles and you eat people. You work your way around the facility where you were being kept so you can escape to eat more people.

There’s not a lot to say about this, to be perfectly honest? It’s maybe a five-hour game, the graphics are appealing, the movement is smooth as silk (if a little awkward when you’re a huge biomass trying to squeeze through a small opening like

Despite my lack of sense of direction, though, the level design was very friendly. I almost never got lost because every area is visually distinct. 10/10 level design. It very much helped that the people never, ever respawn, so as long as you dutifully devour every human, then finding a new area is as simple as entering a room that has living humans in it.

I had maybe a little too much fun beating the people into the walls and floors instead of eating them.

Speaking of beating things into walls though, some obstacles really presented a challenge for me—namely, drones. They quite literally shredded me on the regular, and they are not easy to fight. Outside of using the spiderweb ability in the first form, I’m not sure how else to fight them, but that was enough to make it through.

“First form” means there are three distinct forms all based on your size, and each one has its own pair of abilities, requiring you to deposit biomass in special pink pools to get smaller or eat more humans (or retrieve your biomass from the pink pools) to get bigger. It’s utilized with expertise—every time you see a pink pool it’s because something nearby needs you to be smaller. It doesn’t just drop them wherever.

I’ve been wracking my brain, but to be honest, there really isn’t that much. Carrion is kind of what it says on the tin. You go around, eating people, get powers, and escape the facility. Or maybe I just need more practice with reviewing games, who knows? I sure don’t. We’ll see, I suppose.

There aren't even really any spoilers to talk about, like with Mystic Quest. The game is what it says on the box.

If you like metroidvanias and you wanna be a scary tentacle tooth monster, then Carrion comes highly recommended.

Today is a short one. Next: I keep saying Armored Core 6, but honestly I’m progressing through that more slowly than I’d expected, so I make no promises this time.

許してください。またね～

[1d1195]

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Pucking Rookie - Extra I

Read Pucking Rookie here | ~4.9k words

From me: here she is, the long awaited, many-asked, requested (probably first of several) sex posts

Warnings: smut without plot, 18+ only minors DNI

Summary: Harry wants nothing more than to admire her and treat her body the way it deserves. With more pleasure than she thinks she'll be able to handle.

Harry thought she was beautiful when she was completely clothed. Left him breathless just looking at her when she was brushing her teeth. Or putting on skates. He thought she was gorgeous in that dress from the gallery. She was utterly sexy in his jersey, that went without saying.

But naked...?

It had been a while since he saw a naked woman since he cut them out of his life in waiting for her to find him redeemable. The moment he took her shirt off and saw her completely bare and spread on his bed, he thought he was going to ruin their first sexual encounter with an untimely orgasm of his own.

“God, kitten,” he moaned. He dropped to the end of the bed and began kissing the inside of her ankle. Slowly, he slid his lips along the length of her shin, peppering her with kisses up her leg. Over her knee, and once he got to the inside of her thigh, he nipped very softly at her skin. “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned.

“Harry,” she whispered, her voice airy.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, Rookie,” he reminded her. “M’gonna make y’feel so good. You’ll never want to leave.”

“I already don’t want to,” her voice thin once more.

“S’music to my ears, Bunny,” his lips were dangerously close to the apex of her thighs. “But I’d still rather make y’come anyway,” his breath was warm and cool on her oh-so sensitive skin. His taunt was delicious and made her heart triple in pace. Her stomach dropped.

“Oh—”

Harry hooked his arms beneath her thighs, his thumbs skimmed her hipbones, and his fingers dug into the fleshy part of her hips. His mouth sealed around her clit, sucking and licking before she could fully register that he was in fact licking her like it was his job. He groaned, his biceps tightening as he pulled her closer to his mouth. The vibration felt better than any toy she had ever used on herself.

“Oh wow,” she gasped, and her fingers threaded through his hair, and she pulled. She didn’t want to think about Kael, but he never made her feel like this, and Harry had hardly begun.

“God Bunny y’taste so good,” he moaned and pressed his lips to her thigh as he whispered to her, catching his breath. “M’gonna stay here forever,” he promised.

“No...” she gasped as he licked a stripe down the center of her, like she was a stray drip of an ice cream cone, and he wanted to catch every last drop. His mouth was warm, and the pressure of his tongue was downright sinful. “...no complaints here,” she moaned. “Harry,” she whined.

“What Bunny?” he hummed. “What do y’want?” He asked.

“Please make me come,” she begged.

“I told you, y’don’t have t’beg, Rookie. Not for me. M’gonna make you feel good. So good,” he promised. “Over and over,” he assured her. “Y’want to come on my face, Bunny?” His mouth sealed back over her clit, his tongue working it’s way against her folds. “Y’can come,” he murmured. He moved one hand from her hip to her thigh and pulled it open. He licked her aggressively but softly. It was clear he knew what he was doing. There was a small piece of her that was jealous of anyone else that got this treatment before her.

“What are y’thinking baby? Y’tensed a little... pulled away,” he spoke so casually. Like they always talked to each other while his lips were suctioned around her clit. As if his tongue wasn’t halfway inside her.

“Nothing,” she shook her head and tried to refocus on how good it felt to have such an incredibly sexy man between her legs.

“Oh Bunny, don’t lie, I’ll have t’stop,” he told her with a frown. “And I’d really like t’never stop.”

A silent alarm went off in her head and warmed every inch of her. It was like she had an elastic on her wrist that was too tight, and he was playing with it, teasing her to take it off and she just knew the relief was going to be overwhelming. “No... no, no, Harry, please don’t stop,” she whimpered.

“I won’t, kitten. Tell me what’s in your head,” he licked her softly, almost lazily. Slow, soft, firm, warm, it was overwhelming.

“There’s too much,” she whispered.

“S’too bad, Rookie,” he shrugged one shoulder. “Figure out how t’deal with it... m’not stopping, but m’not finishing you either.”

She moaned and brought a hand to her face. “M’jealous.”

He felt like he was having a bad dream, and he had tried pinching himself. The slight shock of her phrase surprised him. “Of what?”

“Harry...”

“Tell me, Bunny.”

“Every girl that got this before me,” she whispered. Harry, despite his promise, stopped. “No, no, no, you told me you wouldn’t—”

He dipped his fingers into her almost instantly and caught her gaze. “Hey,” his eyes looked so serious. Was he unaffected by the feeling of his fingers inside her? Was he not enjoying this? How was he so at ease? She didn’t feel like herself. Everything was off kilter in a really great way but the small piece of rational brain that remained functionable had a lot of questions. “I may have done this before but m’not doing this t’anyone else, ever again,” he assured her. “S’all you, baby. This pretty pussy is all mine. Feels so good on m’fingers. On m’tongue. S’gonna feel like heaven on my cock, hmm?” his eyelids drooped as he stared at her. “You’re mine, all mine. Forever,” he promised. “Now be a good girl and come,” he dropped his mouth back to her clit. Licked and sucked for all she was worth. Within seconds the tension of the elastic disappeared. She thrashed slightly. Her hips lifting off the mattress to get closer and closer to his mouth. She moaned and whined.

“Harry please, stop,” she whispered. But she pulled his hair, so his mouth was closer to her so he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

But he spoke through her orgasm just in case she was serious. Offering a tiny reprieve. “So good, Rookie,” he groaned lapping at her like she was his ice cream cone again and she was melting. It felt like she was melting. Her breathing was out of sorts, her skin, her organs, all a hundred degrees hotter than they were supposed to be.

After what felt like too much time and not enough, Harry finally pulled away. She laid limp for a moment, breathing, a hand on her throat as she caught her breath. There was a smug smile on his face.

“You’re so arrogant,” she gasped.

“Hmm?” He hummed. “Still tasting you on m’tongue, Rookie,” she threw a pillow at him and then hid her face in her elbow. He tossed it aside and dropped to the side of her tugging her arm out of the way. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she nodded.

“You’re sure, Bunny?” His voice was gentler. She nodded. “Good, because you’re not done.”

“I cannot come again.”

“Have y’ever tried?”

“No but it doesn’t—”

“Then I’ll be the first. Number one twice, as I should be.”

“Harry,” she moaned.

“Keep moaning m’name, kitten,” he pecked at her skin, placing warm kisses along her throat, her collarbone. Down the swell of her breast where he finally reached her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and gently rolled the sensitive nub between his teeth. “Mm,” he breathed against her skin, he reached for her other nipple with his freehand, rolling it between his index and thumb. “Such a pretty body on a pretty girl, Bunny,” he switched his mouth to the other side and replaced his hand over her damp skin. “What do you want?”

“Want...? Want what?”

“My fingers? My cock? I’ll give you my mouth again if y’want.”

“No,” she shook her head, her cheeks overheating at his kind sentiment. “I can’t do—”

“Sure y’can Rookie. Y’look so pretty when you come, don’t y’want t’come again? Think ‘bout how good it feels. Imagine how it’ll feel t’do it when m’fingers are stretching y’out.”

There was no way she thought Harry Styles in all his arrogant hockey playing and utterly sexy face and body was going to be bad at sex by any stretch of the word. But she hadn’t anticipated him being so vocal and forthcoming with orgasms. Kael was the furthest thing from her mind, but it always felt like a competition to make him come and he typically designated himself the winner before they even started.

“Do you have a toy y’like?” He asked. “Can have one delivered in an hour if y’want it... we still won’t be done then,” he assured her kissing her chest like he did with her pussy. Like he was going to live there, at the height of her nipples for the rest of his life.

“Don’t you want—”

“M’gonna come the second m’dick touches you, Bunny. Sorry t’say it. We’ll be lucky if I get three pumps. So m’making sure y’get enough pleasure for now,” he assured her. “Next time I’ll be better.” Better? If this was bad, she was going to truly die with better. Death by orgasm sounded fun in principle, but the whole team knowing he split her in half seemed like a horrible idea. “Y’gonna decide, Rookie, or should I decide for us?”

She wanted his dick, but she wanted this to go on forever. Leaving this bed and back to reality seemed like a terrible, awful idea. “Uh... your fingers...” she felt awkward, cleared her throat as she sat up against Harry’s headboard. “Please,” she shook her head. “I’d like to do something for you—”

“Kitten,” he chuckled and spread her knees apart. “We’re lucky I haven’t finished in m’pants jus’ from making y’come. Y’look so hot when y’do.”

“Speaking of,” she looked at Harry fully dressed thoughtfully. “I’m feeling very self-conscious that I’m naked and you’re not.”

“Self-conscious?” He frowned. “M’sorry,” he tugged his shirt over his head, pulling at the back of his collar. He did it so effortlessly, his hair hardly frizzed from the fabric. His arm muscles bulged ever so slightly with the movement. “I’ll fix that,” he assured her sliding his sweats off. “Gotta keep these on a little while longer if there’s a hope I’ll last,” he winked at her.

The dark briefs he wore outlined his dick. The cup strained against him and she was in complete awe. Her jaw dropped completely slack. “Holy shit.”

He chuckled. “Bunny,” he tisked. “Don’t be—”

“It’s so big.”

He smiled, his cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. “Thank you,” he kissed her forehead chastely. “Quit buttering me up t’rush this.”

She sincerely couldn’t take her eyes off him. She never cared about dick size or even though about Harry’s really other than she assumed he was packing—which was apparently more obvious than she could have imagined. “I don’t want to rush this at all,” she mumbled.

He chuckled. “Then m’gonna take m’time t’make y’come on my fingers.”

“No please don’t,” she frowned peering into his gaze.

“The build up is so good, Rookie. I know I want t’feel y’clenching nice and hard on m’fingers,” he smiled and trailed his fingers down her stomach then lower. He let his middle and index fingers circle over her clit lazily.

“That feels so good,” she whimpered.

“Good, baby,” he hummed. His voice seemed almost far away as he watched her movements. Other than soft, quiet breaths, it was nearly silent as he worked his fingers over her for several moments. Feeling, torturing, pleasuring, however it could be described she wasn’t the one to figure it out. “You’re so beautiful, Rookie,” he mumbled. “Jus’ stunning. M’so lucky I get t’see y’like this. M’honored, truly,” the reverent tone in his voice was back. It seemed almost contradictory for him to be speaking so sweetly while his fingers plunged into her. Almost casual the way hooked his fingers gently like he already knew exactly where he was supposed to touch.

Harry gently pressed his hand on her lower stomach making the feeling of euphoria spread almost gently through her. She felt it in her toes, her nipples, behind her eyes, this vibration as his fingers continued working in and out of her. It pulled a sound of her that she couldn’t remember making ever before. Harry groaned as a result, pressing his mouth over her lips, and swallowed the sound only because he loved it so much and wanted to taste it himself. “Such pretty noises, Bunny,” he mumbled, the awe in his voice still so sweet. “Y’feel so close, kitten, why don’t y’come again?” Just an offer. Like he wasn’t rushing her to nearly black out from pleasure.

“Harry,” she moaned.

“S’nice, Rookie,” the reverence was disappearing, teasing taking it’s place. “M’name sounds so good when y’come. S’like my favorite song. Wanna play it over and over and over...”

“Oh fuck,” she gripped his wrist as he thrusted his fingers into her one more time. “Please, please, please, please...”

“What are y’begging for, Bunny,” the admiration was back. “You can come s’much as y’want,” he watched as she arched while he continued pumping his fingers into her, only the small obstacle of her weak grip around his hand as she tried to... stop him? Make him go faster? He couldn’t tell what her goal was. But if her other hand scrunching the comforter in her hand violently as her legs shook and her body clenched around his fingers, he would say it didn’t really matter. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, and he was so fucking pretty it was insane. Her skin flushed pink. Her nipples were begging to be sucked again and Harry felt it was a sin to ignore them for so long. He slowly coaxed his fingers out and gently brushed them against her folds, admiring how slick they were. Once more, he languidly circled her clit smirking as she twitched against him. “One more?”

“One more?” Her voice was breathy. “Harry, I’m going to collapse,” she whispered.

He shrugged, “I don’t think so.”

“I can’t come again.”

“You said that only a little while ago and that seems t’not be the case. So m’thinking y’can come again. M’confident, actually that y’will come all over m’cock and it’ll feel so good, Rookie. I can tell y’felt good coming on my fingers, yeah?” Was he trying to convince her? She didn’t need convincing. It was a matter of biology. She seriously didn’t think she could. If she did, she was genuinely worried she wasn’t going to make it.

Harry began kissing her again. He pressed his lips to hers and quickly moved to pepper her jaw, down her throat, he pecked her collarbones and spent time licking at her nipples again. He went down further, down her ribs, her hip, her thigh. He pulled her legs apart again and licked gently, lapping slowly at her folds and tasting the sweetness of two orgasms.

“Oh puck—fuck,” she moaned and pressed her hands to her eyes. “Harry, please,” she begged.

“Please what, Rookie? Y’can have whatever y’want. If y’want t’stop, say so. But I would love nothing more, than t’be inside you. However you’ll let me,” he slowly worked his way back up her other thigh, her hip, over her chest, and toward her ear where he gently licked the sensitive space just below her earlobe. He nipped gently. “Mmm...”

“You have condoms here?” She asked.

He nodded, moving away from her to reach in his bedside table drawer. He produced a box and placed it on the bed. “I got them the night after y’stayed here for the first time.”

She smiled that super pretty, almost innocent, sweet smile. “A bulk pack?” She questioned.

“M’an optimist,” he shrugged.

“That’ll last us two weeks maybe? Three?”

Harry made a noise in the back of his throat as he ripped the box open. He kept all but one foil package and tossed the rest without looking to the floor. “Shh,” he hushed.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to put in some effort to this?” She asked her gaze returning to the bulge in his boxers. Poor thing had to be aching by now.

“M’afraid if y’breathe on it, I’ll come. M’lucky I didn’t come with you on m’fingers.”

She blushed but smiled. “Next time, I guess.”

“Rookie, the second m’boxers are off y’can’t speak ‘bout things like that.”

She giggled. “Yes, sir,” she saluted.

He glared at her. “Not helping.”

“Sorry,” she bit the inside of her lip.

“You’re trouble, Rookie. M’jus trying t’make y’feel good.”

“You have. Twice. So...”

“What’s your favorite position?” He asked. That seemed to clam, her up. Harry was thinking (hoping) that she and Kael didn’t have a vibrant sex life. It seemed her response was confirmation. “Y’can tell me, kitten. M’not gonna judge,” he shrugged. “I don’t have a favorite.”

“Missionary is my favorite because I think I look prettiest—laying flat and stuff,” she mumbled. “And I can see you,” she glanced briefly at his eyes.

“God, help me,” he muttered softly.

“But...to get me to come... easily?” Her voice was softer. Harry was waiting anxiously. This was almost torturous. “From behind is nice,” she looked away.

Her gorgeous ass in the air, pressed to his pelvis, her back arched. Oh fuck. Harry cleared his throat trying to remain... diplomatic. “S’probably best t’put y’in the one that you’ll come fast from since m’going t’embarrass myself.”

She giggled. “Are you sure?”

Was he sure he wanted to watch her butt bounce back and forth as he pounded into her? Yeah, he supposed he was okay with it. “M’sure,” he nodded once trying remain any semblance of control and composure that was fucking lost looking at her gorgeous naked body. She slowly rolled to her stomach and lifted onto all fours. Harry took deep breaths as he studied her every movement as she situated herself.

“It’s probably better this way so I don’t see your dick too. I won’t be able to keep my comments to myself if I do, I think.”

He chuckled, stripped himself of his boxers. “Y’ready Rookie?”

“To be split in half?”

He shook his head. “Gonna give me a big head, Bunny.”

“Looks like you already had one,” she practically sang and waited while he rolled the condom on.

Sighing, he took another deep breath. “Kitten,” he said seriously as he knelt behind her and place a hand on her pretty backside. “M’really sorry.”

“You’ve made me come twice already. I don’t think it’s embarrassing,” she promised.

He nodded. “Hey Rookie?” he reached low to rub two fingers around her entrance, massaging softly to get her wetness moving over her so the intrusion wouldn’t be so overwhelming. “Thank you.”

“Oh, the pleasure has been all mine, Harry,” she giggled. He rolled his eyes while taking his dick in hand and slowly brushing it down the length of her core. A soft gasp left her lips. Harry closed his eyes, taking another controlled breath while he blindly felt with the head of his cock for her pussy. “Oh. Oh... oh,” she gasped as his head pressed in and he pushed slightly inward.

“Oh, Jesus fuck,” he moaned.

“Holy,” as big as he looked through his underwear, he felt twice as big as he slid inside her. She instantly clawed at the pillow and comforter in front of her. Nothing hurt. She was too soaked from her own orgasms to be in pain from the delicious pull of her muscles from a dick that was bigger than she could have imagined. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered. It was overwhelming. He was stretching her in a way that she hadn’t ever experienced. “Harry, I’m—”

“Baby,” he grunted. “Shh,” he warned. “You’re—” She dropped her face to the mattress arching her back and her chest dropped to the bed. Harry gasped and clenched her hips and ass to stop her. “Kitten,” he warned. “Please, m’gonna embarrass myself.”

“But it feels so good,” she moaned. Harry tilted his head back unable to disagree with her or stop her. “Oh please, please, please,” she whimpered and wiggled her hips in a circular motion.

“Oh Christ,” he groaned. Harry slowly inched in trying not to think about how warm she felt around him. How wet she was as he was sliding with ease inside of her. Her fluttering walls felt nice on his fingers; it was fucking euphoric around his cock.

“There’s more?” she whined sound desperate as she breathed through his dick sliding further into her. It didn’t seem like it was going to completely fit.

“Oh hell, Bunny, please,” he begged scrunching his eyes shut to save himself from coming too soon. “Stop talking.”

“Sorry, sorry,” she whispered.

“Are you okay?” He asked through gritted teeth, only three quarters of the way in from being snug inside her.

“M-hmm,” she moaned.

“God, you feel good,” he muttered and sank the last bit of himself into her, so he was buried inside her. She gasped and clawed at the comforter as his pelvis practically cradled her ass. Harry gripped her butt and took deep breaths as he held himself pressed completely inside. “So good, Rookie. So, so good,” he moaned. Harry wasn’t one for dramatics when it came to sex, but he truly thought he was going to drool at the sight of her pussy wrapped around his cock. She felt so good. Looked so good. It was all too good.

“Oh my God...” her breath was coming in short pants. Harry could already feel her clenching around him, and he knew his own orgasm was within minutes of happen.

“Baby,” he said breathlessly. “I—” She pushed back against him.

“Please, please, please,” she begged. Harry moaned and pulled his hips back before snapping them forward again. “Oh, God,” she whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried. “More,” she pleaded.

Dear God, Harry thought. I’m done for.

He kept hold of her hips, admired the arch of her spine in front of him, and watched the way her butt moved against him as he thrusted into her again. He groaned loudly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed. She felt so good. Harry felt hot, his skin warm all over, matching the warmth emanating from her skin as she pressed back into him with each thrust of his hips.

It was so good. Almost too good. “Bunny,” he moaned. “I—”

“Oh my God, please come,” she begged. Harry choked on his voice. He knew his fingertips were going to bruise her hips and ass. He was going to massage her and do whatever he needed to, but it was the only thing keeping him from coming right then.

“God, Rookie,” he groaned and sped up his pace of fucking into her like his life depended on it. The push and pull were too much; he was suffering, enjoying, delirious. The dichotomy of pleasure and near pain he was in from how hard his dick was and how badly he wanted to come was too much.

“Oh please, please, please,” she mumbled yanking the comforter in her grip. “There, there, there,” she whined. The arch of her body was so gorgeous it was his new favorite movie.

“Fuck,” he moaned and before he could warn her again waves of pleasure ran through him. Nearly blinding him for a moment as he released into the condom inside her at the same moment her walls clenched around him and she groaned into the mattress, pressing back as hard as she could against him while he pumped arrhythmically twice more into her. He gasped, leaning over her back and softening his hold on her hips. His vision slowly returned to normal, the edges coming back in slowly. He kissed the length of her spine moaning softly as her body twitched in tandem with his for several seconds. “Felt like I belonged inside you, Rookie love,” he hunched over her, his lips right at the back of her head. He pushed her hair back behind her ear. She was warm, a little damp from Harry or herself, he wasn’t sure. “So good, baby,” he mumbled. “Such a good girl for me,” he sighed nosing at the spot he kissed right next to her hairline. He held the condom at the base of his cock and slowly slid out. He brushed his thumb over her bruised skin as she gasped at his exit. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked rubbing her right side softly.

“Yes,” her voice was quiet. Slowly she turned over sinking into the mattress. Harry cupped her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ll be one minute, Bunny, yeah? Y’okay for a minute?”

She nodded. “My legs are shaking still,” she sighed dreamily.

“Hmm,” he hummed and smirked pressing a hand to the inside of her thigh. Sure enough, her muscle seemed to twitch under his touch rapidly.

“Are you grinning Harry Styles?”

He shrugged, leaned in to kiss her forehead again and got out of bed. He was quick to get a couple bottles of water from the fridge. He turned the soup on low again in case she got hungry. Next, he headed to the bathroom to dispose of his used condom and grabbed a cloth to run under the warm water. “Are you sore, Rookie?”

“Extremely,” she rolled her eyes. “You should come with a warning,” her gaze dropped to his dick, half hard. “That was inside me? All of it?!” She gaped.

He chuckled. “Spread y’legs, Bunny,” he ignored her.

“It’s not even fully hard anymore,” she whispered in awe as she dropped her knees apart.

“Y’keep it up, m’gonna think y’only like me for m’body,” he teased softly brushing the cloth over her glistening folds.  

“I mean,” she lazily drew her eyes up and down the length of him. Shamelessly checking him out. “It’s a good body,” she shrugged.

He shook his head with a smile. “Really wanna lick y’again, Bunny,” he muttered. “Y’taste so sweet.”

“I probably taste like latex right now.”

He shrugged. “Worth it.”

She laughed. Harry laid beside her, wrapped his arm beneath her back and shoulders. He kissed the top of her head. She turned toward him, running her finger up and down his torso, swirling it over each muscular ridge. “You think you belong inside me?

He smirked and nodded. He pinched a bit of her hair and brushed the ends against her cheek. “M-hmm,” he smiled. “Y’didn’t like it?”

“Nope,” she popped the second syllable. “Couldn’t you tell?”

“Yeah...” he rolled his eyes. She tilted her neck and smiled at him, catching his gaze. Harry was already in love with her, but he figured the first post-orgasm haze was probably not the time to say it. He grinned, kissing her softly on the lips again. He pecked at her mouth a few times feeling like he hadn’t kissed her enough due to all the orgasms.

“How was practice?” She asked.

“I don’t even remember,” he chuckled. “I turned the soup back on before I forget that too.”

She continued rotating, till her hips straddled his waist. She could feel his half-hard dick pressing against her already. “Probably shouldn’t have.”

“This is a dream, Rookie,” he moaned.

“Yeah? You dreamed about this?”

“God yes,” he looked at her all over. “Never thought y’would let me in like this,” he smiled. Harry trailed a finger over her throat, hating the bruise that was there. “M’livid I wasn’t there. Never should’ve let y’out of m’sight,” he frowned.

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault.”

“Maybe not. But I would have loved t’have had m’shot at him,” he grumbled.

“Are you sore?”

“From sex, no baby. Why y’want t’go another round?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I meant practice, baby,” she giggled. “I would give you a massage if you’re sore.”

He dropped his head back to his pillow and moaned as he tried to hold the I love you in as much as he tried to keep himself from ruining their first moment of sex together. “I don’t deserve you.”

“So you agree with your teammates? Niall and Cal—”

“Shut. Up. We do not mention m’teammates when you’re naked and sitting on m’dick.”

She laughed again, leaned forward, tucking her face into his neck. “Whatever you say, baby.”

“Hey Rookie,” his voice had that teasing tone once more.

“Hmm?”

“Do y’still think any girl would be lucky t’have me?”

She frowned. “Done with me already, Styles?”

He rolled his eyes. “S’not even funny, Bunny.”

“Of course I do, Harry.”

“Remember when y’said it wouldn’t be you?” The impish smile, the deep dimples, and his eyes danced with delight.

“Gotta go get soup,” she pushed herself away from him and made her way down the hall to the kitchen.

Naked.

Harry quickly followed after her. “Suppose we can eat in the kitchen.”

“I think the soup is going to be really good!” She called behind her.

Harry smiled, completely blissful, and excited to know she was all his. “Wasn’t talking about the soup, Rookie.”

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[deathofacupid]

r/ HOW TO BABY-TRAP YOUR FRIENDS-WITH-BENEFITS ROOMMATE!

I'M A BAD MAN, I DO WHAT I CAN! — if you were to ask them, it's not their fault. it's not their fault you're practically a goddess, ethereal, really. the thing is, though, you didn't do relationships, just didn't have a reason to. you'd always preferred the no-strings-attached, the clean simplicity. ah, well, they'll give you a reason.

★ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna.

warnings — well, báby-trápping. obsessive, pathetic, yearning men. pórn following, barely, a plot. áfab!reader. óverstimulatión, dégrading, dúmbification, sqúirting, breedíng. age gaps. chóking, óral (m/f receiving). fíngeríng. dóm!characters. nón-con/dúb-con. use of alćohol. unprótected séx. lying, manipulation. out-of-character, i guess. ...not toji abandoning megumi, just to go off and have another kid. 3.5k+ words!

(呪術廻戦) : note — concept based off of @indiewritesxoxo's work (luv u bae <33), divider credits to @cafekitsune.

★ SATORU GOJO

"oh, c'mon," he coos, a pout framing his lips, but his eyes tell a different story. "jus' wanna feel you. i promise i'll pull out." satoru's hovering above you, tapping his slick, throbbing tip against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your core.

"satoru, no," you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but the heat radiating off him is making your resolve crumble. he's right there, so close, and your body is screaming for him.

"baby, i promise," satoru pleads. he pleads. he's pleading. are you supposed to just, like, say no?

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, arms still wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. he lowers himself, capturing your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue exploring your depths with a possessive urgency.

"you have to. you can't cum inside, okay?" you warn, giving in, though your voice is thick with desire. he was clearly adamant about this, refusing to budge. if this was going to go down his way, you'd rather it happen quick.

"yeah, yeah," satoru says, waving you off dismissively, his attention already focused on the prize. the second you give him the go-ahead, he's lining himself up between your thighs, his cock throbbing at your entrance. slowly, deliberately, he pushes himself inside, groaning as he stretches you.

you moan, digging your nails into his back, the sharp sting a welcome sensation. no matter how many times you fuck him, you won't ever get used to his size. satoru fills you completely, the snugness of your wet cunt a tight, hot embrace.

"y— you take me s'good, pretty thing." his voice is gravelly and low, as he looses himself to your wet heat.

the pace increases, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, each stroke a raw, animalistic possession. you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, your body arching beneath him.

satoru can feel himself getting closer, can feel the way his abdomen tightens, the telltale signs of his release. you can feel him getting closer too, with the way his thrusts grow shaky, and lose their rhythm.

"ngh, wait," you whimper, it's a lazy thought, on the tip of your tongue, but with the way he's got you all dumbed-down, you can't find the strength to push them out.

"shh," he grunts, pressing sloppy kisses to the side of your neck. "s'fine, just — fuck, we'll get you a plan-b, or s— some shit."

you protest weakly, but it's lost in the wave of pleasure washing over you. it's not like you could do more if you wanted (do you even want to?), because you're climaxing first, convulsing around his cock, sucking him in. he follows soon after, thick ropes of cum flooding you, filling you completely.

and, if he was "getting" you that plan-b tomorrow, anyways, he might as well fuck his seed in deeper, right?

★ SUGURU GETO

the tang of cheap vodka clings to you, the bitterness sharp on his tongue. friday night. finally, a chance to unwind.

"not drinking?" you slur, the buzz already softening the edges of the world for you.

"i did," he breathes, his teeth dragging a wet, sucking trail up the side of your neck. he knows the mark he's leaving will bloom into a dark bruise by morning.

you try to form a coherent question, but the insistent throb between your legs steals your focus, a desperate, undeniable ache for him.

and he has drunk. enough to dull the edges of his conscience, a low hum of justification thrumming beneath his skin. you're practically melting into the couch, head lolling, lips slack and damp, a familiar, flushed heat creeping up your chest. suguru isn't inebriated like you are, but… he's something like that.

so, he isn't doing anything wrong, right?

no, of course not.

you moan, a needy sound that vibrates against his chest, your hands fisting in his shirt, tugging him closer. "f— fuck, just put it in already, suguru, please," you whimper, the words thick with desire and drink. his fingers slide down, parting the wet folds of your vulva, one thumb pressing insistently against your swollen clit.

suguru chuckles, "since you're begging so nicely." the slick, engorged head of his cock, dark red and leaking pre-cum, nudges against your slick entrance, catching on the delicate hood. he isn't in the mood for foreplay, not really. he wants to be buried inside you, now.

besides, it's not like you need it.

with a deliberate slide, he pushes into your tight heat. you gasp, a surprised sound that tightens your grip on him.

your wet cunt clenches around his length, milking him with each involuntary spasm. a guttural groan tears from his throat. your hands tangle in his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp in that way he fucking loves.

"oh, fuck, princess," he bites out, his voice thick with lust. "easy, you're gonna swallow me whole."

"i— i'm trying," you whimper, your body arching slightly as you try to accommodate the sheer size of him stretching you open.

suguru pauses, giving you a scant second to adjust, his selfishness overriding any real concern for your comfort. he wants you stretched, tight, around his cock.

slowly, he withdraws, not quite all the way, the sudden coolness making you whimper, before thrusting back in, deeper this time. "goddamn, so fucking tight."

you're stretched taut, every muscle in your body clenching around him. his pace quickens, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, smacking sound.

"sugu!" you cry out, your voice raw and breathy. shit, he thinks, his cock throbbing harder, you sound like a fucking angel when you say my name like that.

like it's the only word left in your drunken vocabulary. and with his cock filling you so completely, blurring the edges of your already drunken mind, it probably is.

you cum first, a shuddering wave that rips through your body, your back arching off the couch. moans, wet and desperate, spill from your parted lips — his favorite sound in the world.

he's right behind you, the frantic clenching of your muscles pushing him closer to the edge. he knows he should pull out, the thought flickers through his mind, a habitual safety measure.

but he doesn't.

his orgasm rips through him, a violent shudder that locks his jaw. he comes, deep and hot, his thick, white seed flooding your insides, painting the walls of your cunt.

you're too far gone, too lost in the aftershocks of your own climax and the lingering haze of alcohol, to register the subtle change, the lack of resistance.

and if you aren't saying anything, his mind reasons, why should he?

★ KENTO NANAMI

"shit, darling, you're so tight f'me," kento groans, bucking his hips into you. his breath hitches, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and he's covered in sticky lipgloss from your mouth.

but, fuck, he's never looked so good.

your eyes hit the back of your head, tears trailing down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.

his pace is cruel, heavy balls hitting your ass, with every thrust. "k— ken," you whimper, stretching out his name. he doesn't miss, not even a goddamn millimeter, that thick, insistent head slamming directly into your sweet spot with every vicious grind of his hips.

kento's on the edge of sanity. this is pure, unadulterated bliss. this is how it's meant to be – your slick heat engulfing him completely, no flimsy rubber barrier between.

he wants to bury himself so deep he hits bone, to feel those tight, wet walls clench and spasm around his cock until he fucking explodes. and the knowledge that he's the only son of a bitch who can make you come undone like this?

it's a goddamn aphrodisiac.

you're stretched wide, impaled, filled so completely it feels like you might tear. your slick little cunt is working overtime, desperately trying to accommodate his thick length and the violent force of his thrusts. his slams are sloppy, given an impending release.

"do you— do you even know what you do to me?" he asks, and you think it's rhetorical. not that you could in answer, save for anything but nonsensical babbles.

he's surprised he's even made it this long, raw in you, without cumming already. you're like a little toy for kento, utterly helpless and deliciously broken beneath him, and the sight of it — your flushed skin, your parted lips, the way your body bucks and trembles — sends a fresh wave of white-hot lust surging through him.

beautiful, that would be his choice word. gorgeous. heavenly. a taste of gold, honey-sweet on his tongue. and, that taste? incredibly deep, to the point where the world itself lost richness.

"please, ah, please," you whine, unsure, yourself, what you're asking for. less? more? either way, he doesn't give you much of a choice, his thick, throbbing cock continuing its relentless, brutal assault on your soaked, aching pussy.

he grips the headboard so hard his knuckles are stark white, the old wood groaning and splintering under his white-knuckled grip. oh, fucking christ.

what have you done to him? how in the goddamn hell is he ever going to go back to vanilla, wrapped-up sex after this primal, skin-on-skin connection?

"c— cum inside," you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

his heart stops, he swears it. he wasn't expecting you to say that, not at all. he's driving his cock into you with a brutal, bone-jarring speed that he knows will leave you deliciously sore and gloriously immobile for days. "fuck, yeah? you want that?"

"yeah, yeah, i'm— i'm on the pill," you gasp, the words a breathless, desperate affirmation.

and, well, who is he to deny the love of his life? you were on a pill, after all. it just wasn't what you thought it was. on the bright side, his switcheroo left you with a good intake of vitamin d.

★ CHOSO KAMO

choso's not thinking about it, not really. not when you're riding him like this, your wet heat gripping him, squeezing him dry. especially not when he feels you clench around his cock, those little spasms that make his vision blur.

he'd tried the nice way, the pathetic puppy-dog eyes. begged you to just skip the rubber this once. but you were firm, always so fucking responsible. "condom, choso." like it was a goddamn negotiation.

so, if you trace it back, this isn't on him. those pinprick holes in the wrapper of the condom? definitely not him. nope, not a chance.

he's not thinking about it because in his head, it's already done. it's a family, right? that's the end goal. just you and him, and a couple of little ones running around. twins.

he pictures it sometimes, a little girl with your stubborn streak, a boy with his quiet intensity. he'd love them both, messy and loud and his.

his family. the thought slams into him as you grind down, your slick folds rubbing against him. he's not even fully inside his head anymore, just the raw, animal urge.

you'd be a fucking incredible mother, he knows it. the way you care for that stupid houseplant, the way you fuss over him when he's got a headache.

choso's breath hitches, his fingers digging into the slick skin of your waist, holding on for dear life. your tits bounce with each ride, nipples hard and pink, your head thrown back, a guttural moan escaping your throat.

nothing. nothing beats this. "fuck," he grunts, eyes rolling back in his head. he's lost track of time, of everything but the wet friction, the desperate clench of your muscles. "don't fucking stop," he begs, his voice thick and rough.

"'m not gonna," you pant, your hips bucking against his rhythm.

choso grips your thighs tighter, like if he loosens his hold, you'll vanish. "shit… i think… fuck, i'm close."

"cho— oh, god, me too!" just as your orgasm hits, that tight, shuddering squeeze, he flips you over, his heavy body looming above you.

he keeps fucking you, driving deep as your cries turn into whimpers, your body convulsing around his cock. you're slick with sweat and tears, overstimulated, trying to push him off, but he just keeps pounding.

tears spill down your temples, soaking into the pillow. another sob rips from your throat. good. more wetness. more of him going in. you feel another knot building. works for him, he'll plant his seed deep, twice the load now.

he already loves you. this is his clumsy, fucked-up way of showing it. of making you his. you'll understand, someday.

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"there aren't any left," toji shrugs, gesturing with a lazy flick of his wrist towards the empty drawer.

"what the fuck do you mean, 'none left'?" you ask, your brow furrowing. "i swear i just bought a new box!"

he clicks his tongue, a familiar sound of his nonchalance. "gone. nada. zip."

"no, but— there can't be none. what about your wallet? you used to carry a bunch around everywhere, right?"

"don't need to anymore, do i? got you now, ma," he grins, a flash of something predatory in his eyes, followed by a low chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

"look at that. slut reformed," you scoff, though a hint of a smile plays on your lips. "well, then, go take a cold shower."

"what?" he groans, the sound laced with genuine displeasure. "c'mon, just let me—"

"absolutely fucking not. there's no way in hell i'm letting you hit it raw."

"it's just sex, though," he argues, a petulant edge to his voice.

"yeah, sure, 'just sex' — unprotected — that'll leave you knee-deep in diapers," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"wouldn't be the worst thing," he mumbles, the words a low rumble just beneath your ear.

"what'd you say?" you ask, shifting on his lap, your position suddenly more precarious. his hands tighten on your waist, anchoring you there.

"nothin'. doll, i'll make it worth your goddamn while," he says, his voice dropping to a husky drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.

"no," you say, a weak protest as you try to squirm away, the heat suddenly rising between your thighs. "i'm serious, toji."

"i'm dead serious, too, sweetheart. i know you're soaked for me," he teases, his fingers digging slightly into your hips, a possessive and undeniably tantalizing move.

"toji," you whine, your voice losing some of its firmness, "go get condoms, and then—"

"tch. ain't got the patience for that shit right now."

"there's a gas station, like, a block away, if your dick's about to explode."

"or, you just sit back, spread those pretty legs, and let the pill do its damn job."

"no. it's not one-hundred percent, you idiot."

"for fuck's sake," he grumbles, the playful tone vanishing as he suddenly flips you over with strength, pinning your wrists above your head against the mattress.

"toji!" you gasp, a mix of surprise and a thrill you don't want to admit. "foul play, you bastard. foul game."

his thick head nudges against your slick folds, a wet, insistent pressure that makes you suck in a sharp breath. "don't think your pretty little head too much about it," he growls, his voice full with lust.

he shoves into you, a raw, stretching sensation that makes you cry out. "fucking… ahhh," he groans, the lone sound primal.

"s— shit!" you cry, your hips bucking involuntarily as you try to accommodate his size. the sheets twist beneath you as you writhe, the initial discomfort quickly morphing into a desperate, needy ache. coherent thoughts dissolve, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

he feels thicker, rougher, more. every thrust is deeper, more insistent, and the friction ignites a fire in your core. when he finally comes, it's a guttural sound ripped from his throat, his body shuddering against yours as he spills his seed deep inside.

as for the full box of condoms, he'll just make sure he takes out the trash, before you get to it.

★ RYOMEN SUKUNA

funny as fuck, he thinks, watching the way your breath hitches, how your eyes are already glazed over with lust and exhaustion. he hasn't even started yet, and you're practically begging. a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he takes in the flushed heat creeping up your neck. his own cock throbs, anticipating the tight squeeze.

"you look good like that," he informs you, his voice a low, gravelly purr, his gaze raking over your exposed skin. "all undone for me."

"'kuna," you whine again, a desperate sound that barely forms a word. you lift your hips off the bed, a small, frantic movement that screams for release.

he's right there, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your slick walls, but he remains frustratingly still, savoring your desperation.

he reaches out, his knuckles grazing your damp cheek, a possessive, almost taunting touch. he watches the way your pupils dilate, the frantic pulse in your throat. he enjoys this, the power he holds in this moment.

finally, with a sigh that sounds almost bored, he decides to grant your silent plea. he braces his hands on either side of your head and thrusts into you, a deep, forceful slide that makes you gasp.

you're so tight, so wet, and for a fleeting second, the intensity of your grip makes him think he might just lose it right there.

"shit, brat," he grits out, his breath hot against your ear. "can feel you milking me already. fucking needy, aren't you?" he pauses, letting you writhe beneath him. "beg for it."

"i— please, 'kuna… fuck…" your words are broken, barely coherent.

his hand drops lower, his fingers splaying across your throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to restrict your breathing, a subtle reminder of his control.

his other hand clamps possessively onto your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple through the thin fabric, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. your head thrashes against the pillow, a choked sound rising in your throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

with each deliberate, grinding thrust into your slick cunt, he feels the knot in his gut tighten, the edge drawing closer. he can feel you too, the frantic clenching of your inner muscles mirroring his own rising tension. your nails dig into his shoulders, your body arching with each deep stroke.

just as his senses overload, just as his control threatens to shatter, he pulls out with a harsh sound, the slick head of his cock glistening in the dim light.

he snatches the condom, ripping it off with a swift, almost violent motion. your eyes fly open, confusion and a flicker of protest in their depths. but before you can utter a word, he slams back into you, burying himself even deeper, raw and unprotected.

he feels the shudder rip through his body, his jaw clenching as he orgasms. he's cumming, hot and thick, flooding your insides, marking you in a way that goes beyond the physical.

he feels the desperate contractions of your own climax still gripping him, a final, exquisite torture.

he collapses against you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged. he can feel the slick warmth of his seed mingling with your own wetness. he doesn't say a word, doesn't need to.

the act itself is his declaration. you're his now, in a way you can't deny. and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it.

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[blistering-typhoons]

hunghf, oh god, just remembered what this blog used to be called

[giuli4nna]

THAT'S ALL YOU, BABY

hamzah's too busy to help you out.

"god.." you hear grumbling coming from the corner of your room, where your boyfriend's sat at his desk. "fuckin'.. stupid shit.."

you sit up, your gaze landing on hamzah's face, illuminated by the bright white glow of his computer screen. the clack of keys is loud in the quiet atmosphere of the dark bedroom, and if you squint, you're able to make out the thumbnails of numerous video clips on his screen.

you've been waiting for him to come to bed for hours - you were restless, and you began to toss and turn as he deals with editing a new video, one that he was hell-bent on finishing tonight.

hamzah hears the rustling of the comforter, his head whirling around to see you staring over at him. "shit.." he murmurs. "sorry, baby. i'm almost done, i promise."

"s'fine," you mumble, flinging the sheets to the side, dragging yourself out of bed and walking over to where he's slumped in his desk chair. "what's taking so long?"

"martin," he sighs, sliding his glasses off the bridge of his nose, setting them down before rubbing his temples. "he was supposed to help me out with this, but he's not responding."

"oh," you mutter, peering over his shoulder at the monitor. "you want company?" i ask, my voice low in his ear.

he peers at you, tilting his head back. "sure," he says, somewhat hesitantly, like he's reading your mind - seeing right through you, knowing that you want something.

you grab the armrest of his chair, swiveling it toward you. his eyes meet yours with an accusatory look underneath his dark lashes as you stand over him.

"what?" you ask innocently, a scoff escaping your lips as you slowly place yourself on top of his thigh, your legs folded up on either side of his leg. your body fits against his like a puzzle piece in the cushioned desk chair.

you can sense that he's already onto you, he just knows you that well.

"what're you doin'?" he whispers, resting his hands on top of your thighs, his middle finger tracing small circles against your skin.

"nothin'." you respond simply, reaching behind you to grab his glasses off the desk and slide them back onto his face, quickly kissing him on the cheek. "keep working."

"mm." he hums, obviously not believing you. he turns the chair back toward his desk anyway, scooting in and reaching around your body to keep clicking around the editing program.

you keep still for a few minutes, letting him edit while you cling to him. as you rest your head on his shoulder, you grow more impatient with each passing moment. the close proximity you placed on your bodies only weakens your grasp on your self control.

the truth is - you and hamzah haven't had sex in two weeks. his work stole away entirely too much time, he was constantly filming and working on projects, especially with the upcoming christmas series that he had planned for his channel. you had a job of your own, too, which was an entirely different story.

you two also have been hosting people at your apartment for the holidays. your friends - as well as his - have constantly been visiting and using your home as a place to crash for the night.

between all of this, you didn’t get much time alone with your boyfriend. your schedules just didn’t align, and when they did, you only made plans that involved other people.

point being, you had some pent up feelings, naturally.

suddenly, a groan in your ear sends a cold shiver down your spine, snapping you out of your spaced out mind. you now feel a bruising grip on each side of your waist.

your hips come to a still.

“mph, stop.. doin’ that..” hamzah growls, shifting his leg underneath you, holding you tightly to stop your subconscious grinding.

“shit,” you whisper, your body tensing. “i.. i didn’t even realize..”

hamzah keeps silent for a moment, breathing heavily.

eventually you feel his arm slightly flex as he lifts his hand away from his keyboard, his fingers sliding up your back and threading into your hair.

he tugs on the roots, picking your head up off his shoulder with a little bit of force, making you gasp. “look at me,” he rasps, sounding weak.

you peer down at him nervously, seeing his dark eyes scrutinizing you.

he tightens his hold on your hair as he speaks, “i’m busy.” he states. “but if you’re really that fucking desperate, then you can deal with it yourself.”

your stomach floods with heat at his words.

“what?” you whisper.

“you heard me,” he mutters darkly. “you wanna get off? go ahead, that’s all you, baby.”

“like.. you mean..” your eyes flick down to his thigh, where you’re straddling him.

“mhm, use it.” he says, letting go of your hair, his hand instead cradling your face. brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, he smirks. “do the work by yourself for once.”

you almost wanted to roll your eyes - sure, you could be a bit of a pillow princess sometimes, but that was because hamzah never necessarily wants you to put in an excessive amount of effort during your activities.

he always tells you to ‘just relax’ and ‘let him take care of you’ - so you just sit back and allow him do what he does so well.

he gets off on giving you pleasure. simple as that.

but this time, when he refuses to give you any of that attentiveness, you’re feeling so desperate that you’re actually going to have to listen to what he's telling you.

it’s no use protesting his ask, you know you’re going to give in.

you just can’t help yourself when it comes to him.

“are you serious?” you ask quietly, just to confirm.

“hundred percent,” he replies, dropping his hand from your face, pressing a kiss to your neck as his fingers trail down the sides of your body. “what, d’you think you can’t handle it?”

“no,” you answer immediately. “no.. i can do it.”

“that’s my girl,” he whispers, squeezing your thighs before he reaches around you once more, going back to his work, seemingly without a second thought.

you take this as a sign for permission to do whatever you wanted - whatever you needed. even if he didn’t have the time to pay attention, hamzah still wants you to feel good, no matter how much of a careless exterior he displays.

starting slow, you wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face into the crook of his shoulder as you start rocking your hips slowly against his thigh, the friction of fabric hitting your clit in the most perfect way possible.

but gradually, you get desperate. soft whimpers and moans slip past your lips, your body setting a quicker pace as you ride hamzah’s leg.

it was a little embarrassing, slowly becoming a mess on top of him while he sits and does work, only murmuring a few lazy words of endearment here and there.

your breathing becomes shallow as your arousal builds, your fingers quickly making their way down to tug your sleep shorts and panties to the side, needing to feel more.

your slick soaks the fabric of his sweatpants, fingers digging into his shoulders with frustration as the pace of your hips becomes delayed and erratic.

a low moan rumbles in your throat, your skin burning hot with the frustration of basically knocking yourself out over the pursuit of your own satisfaction - thinking hamzah's not paying attention, but he is.

with each little noise and movement you've made, his work continuously seems to be less and less important to him.

“why’re you slowing down, huh?” he rasps, noticing your vexation.

you can only whine in response, not necessarily wanting to admit that you were getting tired.

“poor thing,” he smirks. “just need me to do everything for you, don’t you?” he teases, taking hold of your waist.

“please,” you sigh sensually, directly into his ear, feeling him slightly shiver underneath you.

it doesn’t take much convincing for him to help you out. you know he wants to, anyways.

he can’t resist you just as much as you can’t resist him.

he keeps his grip steady on you while starting to press your hips down, slightly lifting his leg up into your core - and the immediate increase of pressure has you squirming.

he starts aiding in the guidance of your movements, rocking you back and forth as your body basically melts into him.

“fuckin’ needy girl..” he groans, his jaw clenched. “had to use my thigh to fuck yourself. so desperate.”

all the stimulation on your clit is enough to have you trembling with an building orgasm already, and hamzah can feel it.

“you're close already?” he growls, yanking on your hair again to get your eyes fixated on him.

he relishes in seeing the angelic expression on your face. your parted lips and the blush dusting your cheeks - just the mere sight of you makes him want to give you the world.

his work completely forgotten, he becomes dead set on making you cum on his thigh. “c’mon baby,” he urges, picking up the speed at which he’s rolling your hips. “finish what you started.”

"hamzah.." you cry out in exasperation, your head lolling back. "fuck.. fuck, feels so good."

"i know, angel, i know.." he coos, staring up at you in complete awe as you writhe on top of him. "you're doing so good.. making a mess like this."

you're to the point of no return - your lower stomach feels like it's twisted into a knot. "m'gonna.. oh, shit, hamzah!" you moan, high-pitched and whiny.

"uh-huh, that's it," he groans, hands slipping underneath your shirt, cold fingertips meeting your warm skin as you unravel underneath his touch. "fuckin' dirty, finishing on me so fast."

dizzy with lust, your orgasm courses through you in lengthy waves, practically making you see stars. your head falls forward, your damp forehead pressing against hamzah's, your mind blissfully dropping into pure relaxation.

"oh, my good girl.." hamzah's faint voice penetrates your clouded mind. he brings you down from your high, his thumbs brushing across your tensed abdomen. "so perfect."

your body twitches slightly as you melt against him, breathing in short gasps, trying to piece yourself back together.

"still working..?" you murmur the question teasingly, peeking up at him. you lazily slide your hand up his chest and across his face, your index finger pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose where they'd begun to slip down.

he chuckles, the rumbling in his chest vibrating against you. "no, baby. you're so distracting, y'know that? how would i be able to focus after this?" he says, sliding an arm underneath you and scooping you up. "let's go to bed."

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a/n: please message me with anything you want me to write !! i wanna try and start writing more so if there's anything you want to see i'm open to all ideas

xo giulia