#so im hoping to somehow squeeze in time to grind

[teabutmakeitazure]

I didn't get blade during his last banner even though I reached 80 pity so this time I shall save as much as I can for aventurine

[jammiesjars]

First time doing this , but would love Price or koing with a plus fem reader 😩🙏

OH absolutely 😋😋😋

How about a little bit of both?? Its more of a ramble but i hope these suffice 💗💗💗

I did some comfort and fluff for konigs and I did smut for price’s :)

Warnings: fluff and smut, dirty talk, talk of insecurity in königs, grinding

Price

“My pretty fuckin’ birdie…” John mutters, pawing at your thick hips and love handles. He’s got you sat on his lap in front of the mirror, blissed out beyond recognition with his cock seated inside of you.

Its your fault, honestly. John has had a hard day at work, so to see his wife wearing the nightgown she wore on their wedding night made all that frustration channel into something more… primal.

“Look at ya… how gorgeous..” He’d growl, reaching up to squeeze the fat of your tits as he lets you desperately grind down onto him. Your cunt aches, desperate for the release you’ve been denied so many times as Price plays with your body. You desperately try to lift your hips up for more friction, only to be slammed back down; the fat on your thighs rippling as it connects with his muscular ones.

“No, love. I didn’t say you could lift your hips, did I? I said you could grind.” He’d tut, rocking your hips back and forth.

“N-not enough- its not enough John-“ you’d slur, babbling incoherently as he makes you grind back on him.

“You’ll take what I give you.”

You let out pitiful moans and pleas, just for ‘a little more, john’, and promising you’ll ‘be a good girl, love.’

But it doesnt matter. Price doesnt want this to end just yet, so it wont.

He’ll keep you like this until he cant take it any longer, finally gripping the fat of your hips and fucking you into oblivion.

Konig

“You ready to go, Meine Liebe?” König would call out, his large frame standing in the doorway. Even in his own house he manages to radiate something ominous, like hes out of place.

What he didnt expect, though, was to be met with tears running down your pretty face as you stood in front of the mirror. He watched as you tugged at the dress you wore, silently sobbing as it doesnt fit exactly how you imagined. (So real)

“Schatz?” König frowns. “What’s wrong?”

König trots over, kneeling in front of you. “Whats got my wife so upset?” His large hands engulf your chubby hips that he rubs in soothing circles. It doesnt matter how plump you got, wether naturally or from königs sneaky ways of making you eat more, (poor boy was afraid you were going to wither away and he wasnt going to let that happen.) , he still somehow managed to remain larger.

Bleary eyes meet his as you babble incoherently, trying to explain that you cant go out looking like this.

“Looking like what, Meine Liebe? You look pretty.” He states, his tone straightforward. He says it like its a fact, not an opinion.

“Like- like this! Im huge-“ you blubber, more tears falling down your swollen cheeks. You attempt to step out of Königs grip, with the intentions of changing.

“Ah ah. You’re not leaving yet, maus. Let me look at my wife” He tuts, large hands roaming your body.

“So pretty and soft..” He grunts, squeezing your midsection and arms.

“König don’t touch me like that, you know how i get-“ You’d sniffle, wiping your tears.

“Hush. Ill touch my wife how I want.” Is all you get in return as he peppers soft kisses on any skin for purchase. Its almost ironic to see such a large man kneeling before you to kiss you so sweetly.

Hes content here, to kiss your skin so sweetly as wordless affirmation for his love for your body until those tears stop. And once they finally do, he’ll peer up from kissing the soft pudge of your stomach.

“My pretty maus… dont cry, Ja? You’re so beautiful.”

Is he the best with words? No. But damn will he try if it means your more comfortable in your own skin.

[f1nalboys]

hiii um. feel free to say no and i kind of feel embarrassed asking lmao but. ian mckinley and breeding kink with fem reader? >//<

NEVER EVER EVER FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR REQUESTING THIS listen im not saying that ian has to breed you everytime he gets high but thats exactly what im saying...... if you dont like the high aspect of this or if i used pronouns.descriptions ur uncomfy with, feel free to send another ask and i can fix it up/rewrite it!!!! otherwise, i hope you enjoy :D

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1548

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, creampie, talk of breeding/ getting pregnant/getting knocked up, high sex (bc its ian and im right), car sex, pretty tame compared to most of my stuff!!! barely proofread honestly so sorry if theres any mistakes <3

Though the smoke is thick, lazily flowing from his lips, you can still make out his red cheeks and that shit eating grin. His gaze, like always, is on you and intense, making you shift in your spot opposite of him. “C’mere,” he says, coughing slightly as he nods his head, arm slung over the headrest of the backseat. You grin, closing the gap between you two and nestling into his side. His nose runs along your cheek, his eyes closed, as he breathes in. “Fuck, you smell good, y’know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian whispers back quickly, the word tumbling from his lips as he dips his head down to kiss at your jaw. You sigh, tilting your head as he continues down your neck, his hand dragging down your bare arm, his rings cold against your warm skin. His lips move expertly, finding the spot that has you letting out a soft gasp, goosebumps rising on your skin. “There you go,” he praises, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he trails down further. “You feelin’ it yet?”

You muster up a hum, nodding your head. Of course you could feel it; the two of you had been smoking on and off in his car for the last hour, shedding your warm winter layers as the car continued to heat up, leaving you in your pants and tank top, Ian in his jeans. His breath had long become your own, adding to the sensation of floating you felt. “God…” You grunt, eyes closing as he nips and bites at the thin flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. “Ian, we can’t.” You say, a flimsy sentence you had no plans on doubling down on.

He ignores you, hand drifting to cup you over your jeans for a moment before trailing up to your chest where he squeezes, his tongue and lips and teeth still marking you. You feel dizzy, your mind gone, unable to focus on anything but him. You always got like this when he kissed you, but when the two of you were high he was borderline addictive. “Yeah we can, baby,” Ian says, pulling back and letting go of your tit to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Ian’s lips are pink and swollen, his cheeks red, his pupils dilated. His eyes search yours briefly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Lean back.” He grunts against your lips, pulling away to shove off his jeans. The back of his car is cramped but somehow you manage to lay back against the warm leather seats and have your pants pushed down to your ankles before Ian’s hands are back on you. He helps you take the rest off before spreading your legs at the knee, cursing under his breath. You blush, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Ian.”

“I’m pretty fucking lucky, aren’t I?” He teases, kissing your knee before leaning over you. You squirm remembering your first time with Ian, how he had told you over and over again you were made for him, how he fit against and inside you so perfectly it was meant to be. Ians’ breath is warm against your skin and you moan softly, looking down at where you meet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly swipes it through your folds. “So wet already. Forgot weed goes straight to your cunt, baby.”

You whine slightly as you grind your hips against his tip, silently begging, before you hum. “You totally didn’t forget.” He laughs, confirming, before he grunts, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole. One thing about Ian, high or not, was that he loved to tease you, to dangle what you wanted over your head, keep it just out of reach, until you begged. “Ian, please! C’mon, d-don’t fuck around, dickhead.”

His eyes snap away from his hardening cock to your eyes, narrowing them slightly. “That’s not how you ask and you know it.” He says, his voice frighteningly calm and level. He pushes his cock against you again, sliding it through your folds with a hiss, his eyes never leaving yours as the sound of his cock sliding through your wetness filled the car. “C’mon, I know you can beg like a slut, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already?”

“Shut up.”

“I'm waiting.”

You look between him and his cock, groaning in frustration as the tip of his cock slides against your clit, too softly to do anything other than tease you. “Okay, okay!” You say and he gives you a pleased smile, waiting. It was harder to get you to this point when you were sober, too shy and too stubborn to listen. “Please fuck me, baby, okay? I need it, you know that.” You whine, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer, your lips hovering against his. “I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” You whisper, grinning when he pulls his head back a bit to get a better look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Please, Ian? I want you cum in me.”

There’s a brief pause as he registers what you’ve whispered to him, his eyes widening before he kisses you hard, his hand fumbling to line himself up with your hole. “Holy fuck, baby.” Ian’s head rests in the crook of your neck, his pale body pressed against yours in the cramped car, the tip of his cock pushes inside you. His lips brush against your neck, tongue swiping over your salty skin as you moan. His hips move slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. “Fucking take it so well, don’t you? You were just made to take my cock, baby, see how good I feel inside you? Shit, I love you, I love your fucking pussy.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around his cock. Despite being with Ian for as long as you have been (and fucking him just as long, if not longer,) it still took you a minute before you could tell him to start moving. His cock was long, curving upwards, always managing to hit the spot inside you that made your vision go white around the edges. “O-okay… you can move.” You breathe out and Ian is pulling out only to slam back in. You yelp as he sets his pace, fast and rough, grunts and whines slipping from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans, one arm next to your head propping himself up as he ruts inside you. “C-can you, shit, Y/N, can you talk? Please, baby, I wanna hear how bad you want it, okay?” Ian's voice cracks slightly, his face hovering above yours, eyes searching yours. “I know you need my cum, don’t you? Need my fuckin’ load inside you, dripping out, breeding you.” 

You nod your head quickly, moaning, your hips rocking against his cock, plunging him deeper inside you. His moan is high pitched, a whimper, and his thrusts begin to lose tempo. “Fuck, Ian, baby, I do need it. I need you to breed me so bad, I need you to cum inside me, knock me up, fuck,” you moan, babbling as he continues to fuck you. Your words, your gasps, your moans; they all drive Ian fucking crazy. 

His thrusts grow sloppier and now his entire weight is on you, his forehead pressed against yours, his cock barely pulling out with each thrust. The tip of his cock hits into your g-spot over and over again, forcing all the air out of your lungs as the pleasure builds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, shuddering as his hips begin to sputter. “M’gonna fucking cum, holy fuck. Gonna knock you up, baby, get you pregnant. Pussy’s gonna be leaking once I’m done with you. Fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Ian thrusts inside you a few more times before slamming all the way back in with a loud grunt, cumming inside you. You catch your breath as he rocks his hips, your cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock. His eyes open and he lifts his forehead from yours, giving you a lazy pleased grin. “That felt good.” You say with a grin, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Yeah? You liked me breeding you baby?” Ian asks, kissing your cheek and down to your neck again. You hum, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips. You feel Ian begin to thrust again, gently, and you gasp softly, opening your eyes and looking at him in confusion. He grins, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna cum tonight, baby?” He tsks, shaking his head as he hisses from overstimulation, rocking his hips back and forth. “Nah, gotta feel you cum around me baby. You can show me a few times, can’t you?”  He leans his forehead against your own once more, his pace getting faster as soft moans leave your lips. “Besides, I need to breed you a few more times anyways. Gotta make sure it sticks, don’t I, baby?

[kurosstuff]

EWPWLSJA I HAVE TO MAKE IT BEFORE THE EVENT CLOSES 🍯

*ahem* hello, how are you?

Lute x bottom!reader with nsfw prompts 3 and 4? (If you could fit prompt 1 that'd be ideal but i don't want to be too complicated)

Congratulations on your followers!!!!

HELP HI- I'm good♡ how are you~?

I hope you enjoy these fics♡♡

Warning(s): slight? Dirty talk? Maybe idk. Smut, gn reader but afab(so female parts), making out

Not sure ir you didnt want it a gn or a female reader so- I'll do gn♡

Also I wanted to do something a bit fun? The ending is up to you- thought it'd be a fun idea?

Lute x gn!reader

Sweet gentle kisses.

That's all that started this- just a gentle kiss to Lutes lips, not even aware of the sudden switch in her. How she grabbed you roughly pinning you to her bed practically growling against your lips. Getting lost in the kisses you both shared. How your tounges battled one another- Lute smug groaning for winning the "competition" each time.

Didn't take long for her hips to grind against yours, bucking into you- humping you like an animal. Dragging a deep moan from your lips as she finally pulled away to allow you to breath air before moving to nip- bite, marking up your neck roughly. Claiming you in a physical sense. To warn off others.

Your hers

"Fuck~" you gasped out breathlessly, feeling hot yet cold somehow. Glancing down at your front face, burning harder. When did your shirt come off? Almost bare for her greedy eyes to scan over "d-dont just stare~" you stuttered out feeling shy under her hungry gaze making her hum

Leaning close, biting at your chest undoing your pants for her- after getting the go ahead. "You look so good spread out like this for me dove~ good enough to devore whole ~" she purred, kissing your bruised lips, "which~? That's what I'm gonna do~" she growled out rubbing you gently, panting heavily

Gently pushing her finger in relishing in the groan- the squeak in your voice - as you shakily held her shoulders, clinging to her tightly "gonna make you feel so fucking good~" pushing one finger fully into you pumping slowly "make you break under me in the best way possible~"

Not even a second later, she added a second kissing the tears welling in your eyes "it's too much~" you whined gasping our feeling her add a third "wait~ lute~ too- too many~ can't handle three~" you choked out but spread your legs more for her feeling her pound into you rougher "wait~ please slow~ stop~?"

Humming, she stopped her movements at that rubbing your waist, watching you carefully, knowing if you truly wanted her to stop? You'd say your safe word. Which, She always looks out for everytime your intimate. No matter what

"You were just crying for my attention, sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? you sure that's what you want~?" She smirked out cooing at how you tried to rut back into her hand "go on. Tell me pretty Dove~ or? Should I stop. And leave you like this so painfully turned on wanting.. no begging for that release~?" Lute purred out, humming softly

"No~" you choked out sobbing, looking up at her shakily, making her hum roughly watching your every reaction.

"That's My good pet~" she growled out, purring against your neck, relishing in those cries you let out. How you sobbed for her. How you cried begging her for more. "Oh dove~ I'll give you my all~" she purred out, kissing you deeply pounding rougher into you listening to your cries for her

"Oh~ right there~? Please~?" You sobbed out once she found your sweet spot humming she easily shifted pounded into that spot roughly smirking at the sobs escaping your throat "oh- oh god lute im~ I'm gonna~" you gasped out making her hum pounding rougher

"Go on. Cum for me dove ~"

At that? You clawed her shoulders, accidently squeezing your eyes shut, sobbing out cumming all over her hand- slumping onto her bed shaking moaning watching her wings expand smug at how hard you came from her

"That's my good pet~" purring out kissing a deep bite on your neck, humming out softly "maybe.. maybe I should court you properly?" Gently cleaning you up thinking aloud

Gasping softly, "My lute~, you want to take me on as a lover? Your mate?" You panted out breathlessly, watching hee stop in thought before nodding.

"Yeah. I do. I want you as a mate~ so? What do you say? Can I court you?' She hummed out watching you carefully

[purecantarella]

Perfection

day 2 of kinktober yall!! i hope you all enjoy!! im nayeon x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest avoiding this if you're under 18. i'm sure there's some floof or angst for you to read instead

oml this gif

Im Nayeon is a mirage of different things. She is the eldest member of Twice, the face of the group, an older sister. People would argue that Im Nayeon is perfection incarnated. She played into that persona oh so deeply and worked so hard to keep that persona.

When you began dating the singer, you found out just how far that strife for perfection would go.

In all honesty, it began as a joke to you, a pure accident. It had been one of those nights when you and Nayeon had the pleasure of being alone at the usually bustling dorm and she was on a high from the group's recent song.

She was practically bouncing off the walls as you played the catchy song for what felt like the billionth time. You chuckle to yourself as your girlfriend danced again.

"When are you going to dance with me, N/n? It gets lonely doing it alone." Nayeon whined as she pouted. You roll your eyes and stand up to leave a light kiss on the top of her head. "Why would you need me for it when you look so amazing doing it alone?" You pause, jokingly framing her with your hands, "I mean, wow!"

She slaps your shoulder, staring up at you shyly. "You don't mean that."

You quirk a brow before catching her by the waist, and pressing fluttery kisses all over the exposed skin of her neck and shoulder before falling into the couch. Nayeon giggles and squeals softly as you do, quickly leaning comfortably in your arms. Mindlessly, you mutter, "I 100% mean that Nayeon, you are best girl after all."

The singer tenses in your arms but you think nothing of it. "Sincerely, you looked so good on stage the last performance too." You hadn't realized it but your lips now pressed against her ear, "You did so well, Nayeon."

Then it slips from her lips.

A quiet, almost stifled moan.

The shock on your face only stays for a moment, promptly melting into a smirk. Your teeth scrape the shell of her ear before you husk out, "Was that what I thought it was, princess?" She doesn't respond for a while, you breathe a deep sigh.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for me, Nayeonie?" Your hands begin to slide across her waist, stroking her covered stomach gently. Lips trailing down to the column of her neck, right where she likes it. She groans softly as you suck the singer's porcelain skin. "My good, perfect girl."

"Y/n—I..." She's quickly cut off when you turn her around to straddle your hips, forcing her to look at you. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment and bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl? Do you want me here?" You hand slides up, cupping her chest. "Or maybe here?" Your hands slide down, taking her firm ass in the palms of both your hands, squeezing and lightly slapping. She can't hide the groan that rips out of her throat.

"Mmm, such a nice ass, princess. I just know how hard you worked for this." Nayeon whines again, eyes sliding closed and head falling backwards as you roughed up her bottom. "No, no, no."

"Eyes on me, pretty girl." She opened her eyes, revealing dark and hungry eyes. You smirk, playing with the hem of the shorts she had been wearing.

"I just bet you're so wet under this, aren't you?" Nayeon rutts her hips against your leg, high pitched voice somehow going higher. You smile cheekily before your desire takes ahold of you, picking her up and laying down on the couch.

A wandering hand sneaking passed her shorts and underwear. You lips find hers as you toy with her clit, her moans getting swallowed by the kiss while Nayeon's hand pushed your wrist down further. She wraps her arm around your neck, grinding against your hand. Not-so-silently begging for more friction with her moans and whines permeating through the kiss.

You pull away from her needy lips, and lift your hand from her dripping cunt, much to your girlfriend's dismay. You suck your fingers, tasting the juices that accumulated around your digits. Moaning at the bittersweet taste, you meet her droopy eyes.

"So sweet, so good for me." You lean down, pecking her lips, her own taste lingering in her mouth. "Gonna have to get some more..." Your eyes still locked with Nayeon's, your tongue drawing a heart above the waistline of her shorts. "You'd let me, right pretty girl?" Her stomach tenses as you call her that. Her hand falling behind your head, her voice breathless.

"Anything for you, N/n." You smirk at the tremble in her voice as you kiss your way down her body. You scratch down her thighs, leaving red streaks across her skin, "Perfection, princess."

and i cut doing schoolwork for this and i do not regret it at the very least HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoyed as much as i did writing that!! i will see you all tomorrow again hopefully!! keep safe my lovelies i love you all vv much!! - r

[taraprince]

T H E S W E E T E S T F A N T A S Y ~

L death note x reader

Word count: 2312

Warnings: BAD smut (this was my first time), orgasm denial, degrading, and idkkkk if there's anything else

Summary: your fantasies about L are getting a bit out of hand, but maybe that's a good thing…

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God he was so fucking hot. The way his long, slender fingers danced away at the keyboard brought nasty thoughts to your mind about what else those skilled hands could do. You couldn't help but stare at his lips, and just his face in general. The way he uses his tongue in such magnificent ways, like that time he tied the stems of cherries together with just his tongue. Oh my god that was so fucking hot. Every single little detail about him was MORE than perfect, and you couldn't pry your perverted eyes on him.

“y/n is everything alright? You’ve been staring at me for some time now, is something on my face?” L says curiously, playfully rubbing his face.

You blush profusely and look away quickly, embarrassed that you let yourself get caught fantasizing about all the things you'd let the man in front of you do to you without question. “Oh, yeah im okay, Ryuzaki, don't worry” you look back and smile at him as best you could.

You squeeze your thighs together, hoping he wouldn't notice the forming pool in your seat. You let yourself get a little too carried away in your thoughts this time, usually you don't imagine such lewd things outside your concealed bedroom.

Ryuzaki squints his eyes and glares at you playfully. Without saying anything, he scoots his chair over to you and leans forward, making it so your faces are nearly touching. Your face turns a brighter shade of red than the strawberries Ryuzaki was just eating.

You chuckle nervously. “R-ryuzaki, what're you doing-”

“You didn't think I wouldn't notice, did you?” he said, not looking away from your eyes.

Your heart stops and your stomach jumps. You clench your thighs together harder, and somehow your face is even more pigmented than before.

“What're you talking about?” you laugh nervously, trying to ease the tension a little.

Ryuzaki moves quickly, he picks you up and out of your seat and bends you over his desk swiftly.

“Did you think i wouldn't notice how wet you're getting for me~ i bet you have disgusting things on your mind right now don't you?” he grips your hair and kisses the shell of your ear.

You shudder and your breathing becomes heavier, lust taking over. “P-please ryuzaki~” you whine.

“Please what?” he pulls your hair tighter, making you groan. You cover your mouth in embarrassment, but he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head with one of his slender, talented hands. “Don't be embarrassed, love~ I love hearing how much you love being a little slut for me~” he bites your shoulder.

You can't help but moan loudly. You squirm and move your hips under him, trying to cause some friction to satisfy your need for him. He lets go of your hair and grips your hips roughly.

“Needy, are we~?” he teases. He grinds his hard erection against your clit teasingly. You whine and moan lewdly under him.

You feel him move back, and you hear the clasp of his belt being taken off. You hear the muffled thump as his baggy jeans hit the floor. You hear him hiss and curse under his breath as the cold air of the well conditioned task force hits his throbbing erection.

“Stand up.” he demands. You do as he says immediately. As you stand up he grabs your waist and forces you to face him.

He kisses you deeply and passionately, while helping you undress your clothes. Soon enough, you're down to just your soaked panties and skimpy bra. He smiles at you and you nod, giving him permission to go further.

He bites and kisses your neck softly while unclasping your bra. He tenderly scoops your breasts, feeling your body up and down slowly. He strips your panties and picks you up swiftly, laying you on the sofa.

He climbs on top of you and kisses down your body slowly. You feel so warm and loved as he lighty praises how perfect and pretty your body was. He worshiped every inch of you, purposefully avoiding the best area for last.

Eventually, he starts kissing up your thigh and stops directly in front of your heat. He looks up at you and smiles dumbly. He closes his eyes and licks slowly up your folds, enjoying the sweet taste you put on his tongue.

He kisses and sucks on your clit. He hums as he uses his skilled tongue to please your aching hole. He chuckles to himself at how wet you were for him. You can't help but moan loudly under him as he works his tongue better than anything you've ever felt before.

“R-ryuzaki, i think i'm gonna- ahhh~~ cum~” you moan under him. You grip his hair tightly.

He stops and looks up at you. He grips your hips tightly. “Not yet my love, can you save it for when I stuff my cock into you~?” you groan loudly and buck your hips. You nod your head and bite your lip. “That's my good girl~ always doing as i say~~”

He sits up and wipes his chin. He licks his lips and sucks your juices off his fingers. He strokes his cock and laughs lightly to himself. “We don't even need to use lube, your already so wet down there for me~”

He angles his cock in front of your quivering hole and prods it teasingly.

“Ryuzaki stop being such a tease~~” you whine while smiling up at him. The reality was you loved how he teased you. It made you feel so hot and sticky but in the best way possible, and it turned you on more than you initially were.

He smirks down at you. Suddenly he thrusts his whole length deep into you without warning, making you gasp loudly. “As you wish, my love~”

What an asshole. You roll your eyes playfully. He leans down onto you, nibbling and kissing your neck softly. You feel his cock moving inside you at a steady pace, making you groan as he stretches your tight little hole so much with his length.

He lets out small moans as he speeds up his pace. He whispers little praises into your ear, but you're too filled with lust to pay any mind to his words. He bites your earlobe roughly, forcing an embarrassingly high pitched moan out of you.

You feel one of his hands snake up and pin your wrists above your head, and the other slips between your legs. He starts rubbing and pinching your puffy clit while he pounds into you sloppily. You feel the knot in your stomach tighten as you scream under him.

Without warning you feel your orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a loud, writhing moan as L continues to finish inside you as you cum. He buries his cum deep inside your cunt.

He pulls out and cums pours out of your abused little hole. You're both panting and sloppily kissing each other. He grabs your chin and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“You were such a good girl for me, y/n~” he smiles down at you and kisses you passionately. He pulls away and looks into your eyes lustfully. “But it's time to wake up, my love.”

You look up at him confused. Everything around you feels hot, sticky, and uncomfortable. Your surroundings are hazy and blurred.

shit

You open your tired eyes and look around. The whole thing was a dream.

Of course it was.

You roll your eyes and pull the covers off of your body, revealing the puddle sitting where you were just lying unconscious. You sigh and roll your eyes, how could you be so vulnerable.

You stand up and gather some clean, dry, clothes from your dresser and head to the bathroom. You strip out of your sticky, wet clothes and turn the shower on.

Skip to after the shower cus im lazy lmao :p

You step out of the shower, feeling the cold air hit your body. You slip on your bathrobe and walk over to the mirror. You brush your hair and put it into a classic messy bun, you still wanted to look cute for L.

you decided to wear a more revealing outfit today, a low cut crop top and a dangerously short skirt, almost revealing the hem of your lace panties. You knew nothing special (wink wink) was gonna happen today, but that dream. . . it was just so realistic, and lets just say it got you in some sort of mood.

You made your way to the main area of the task force. You plop yourself in your usual seat next to Ryuzaki. You quietly greet him, and he nods in return; making your stomach turn.

Fuck this man has you wrapped around his finger.

He clears his throat loudly, making you look up curiously. He's looking dead into your eyes, and his face was noticeably pink, making you blush a little.

“So, y/n” he trails off, breaking eye contact. He's never this awkward, he's usually blunt and straightforward, so what could possibly have him so worked up?

“Is something bothering you, Ryuzaki?” you break the silence, trying to ease the slight tension boiling. You started to sweat a little, he was so hot when he was flustered. Flustered? Flustered. That's what you were going with.

He clears his throat again, and takes a bite of the cake in front of him. After he swallows, he begins “Well, I know you're aware of the cameras placed around headquarters to keep an eye on everyone, and to possibly catch kira…” he trails off yet again, starting to fidget with his fingers.

Suddenly you're horrified. Oh my god he SAW me. Your face flushed and your heart rate picked up quickly. You had totally forgotten about the cameras. Usually you do your.. Thing.. In your bathroom, where you know there's no cameras (Ryuzaki’s not that creepy).

Now it's you who's clearing your throat. “Yeah, what's up?” you try your best to maintain eye contact, as both of your faces heat up significantly.

You were so glad nobody else was down yet. Light had gone on a date with Misa, and the Cheif and police were still up in their rooms.

“Well, I was watching the cameras all night last night and all morning this morning. I, ahem, saw how, well, excited you got in your sleep. And you happened to be saying my name.” Ryuzaki looked away and covered his face slightly. You knew it was coming but you were still stunned.

You look away as well, more embarrassed than ever. But then you think of your lace panties that are beginning to become slightly damp as we speak, and wonder; he already knows my dirty fantasies about him, so what do you really have to lose?

You stand up and slowly move your way over to him without a word. He watches you silently, almost begging you to come closer. You lightly wrap both your hands around his knees, which were propped in his usual sitting position, and slowly bring them down, making sure he was okay with everything going on. Everything was happening so fast, and the next thing you knew, you were sitting on his lap, legs straddled around his waist.

Your heart is banging in your chest. You can't go back now, so you slowly lean forward and lightly kiss Ryuzaki’s lips. He roughly grabs your hips, and hungrily kisses you back; making you moan slightly. You didn't expect this out of him, but you weren't complaining.

After a few minutes that feel like hours, he pulls away, leaving a string of saliva connecting your two mouths. You both gasp for air. Through parted breathes, he gasps, “we can't, not here”

He lifts you off his lap, looking a little disappointed. “I apologize, y/n, it's not that i don't want this, i do, really, but we cant. Not right now. Not here. I have so many things to worry about with the kira case, and i worry that i wouldn't be able to fulfill your wants and needs, perhaps, after this whole thing is sorted out, we can think this over again and talk about having an intimate relationship.”

You feel your heart shatter at his words. It all makes sense, how could you be so stupid to ever think hed have time for you? He has more important things to worry about than a relationship, i mean he's the world's top 3 greatest detectives. He seems to notice how his words affected you. He grips your chin and kisses you deeply and passionately.

“Don't take me the wrong way, i love you dearly, y/n, but right now it's too dangerous.”

“I understand, Ryuzaki, it's alright” you nod and wipe away the tear that spilled from your eye. He seems deep in thought for a moment.

“Perhaps, we could be together without the others knowing,” your face lights up. “However, we wouldn't be able to express intimacy until the kira case is solved.” he looks up at you and is surprised to be wrapped in your arms tightly.

You kiss him sloppily, but passionately and smile at him genuinely “that sounds amazing, Ryuzaki. I love you” you share one last kiss before plopping down back in your own seat, leaving him a blushing mess.

You smile to yourself knowing that you have the world's greatest detective on his knees for you. Or you will anyway, when this whole kira business is over.

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A/N : i actually wrote this a while ago but never posted it like??? i reread it and actually gasped it’s so good lmfoaooo 😭 anyways i hope you guys enjoyeddd thank you for reading

[animatedrapture]

— "what you want"

content warnings: cuckolding. voyuerism. threesome. double vaginal penetration. cockwarming. male masturbation. possessive behavior. vaginal penatration. choking. slight dubcon at the end. oral (m. receiving). raw sex. degradation. slight aftercare i think. (you're too in love with suna so there's miya twins slander if you squint.)

characters: boyfriend!suna rintarou. miya atsumu. miya osamu.

word count: 2.1k+?

violet's note: in shamefully late fulfillment of the whorehouse rawdog 1080p collaboration. not proofread. i don't know what happened but i really struggled pls im sorry.

Suna's possessiveness is silent and predatory—always like it's waiting to pounce at the right time to ravage you completely.

It's the perfect poison you love to take. Because there's something awfully dizzying about the way his grip tightens around your waist or digs into the flesh of your skin when you test him—his actions making up for the lack of words he utters.

His possessiveness is particularly fun to play around with when he’s too absorbed with the video game in front of him, the sound of gunshots loud and slipping through his headphones. His fingers on the controls moving lazily and truthfully, he looks bored. You’d believe he was if he hasn’t been playing the game for hours.

You crawl towards him, shimming in between his arms and latching yourself to him like a koala, “Rin,” you murmur, trying to get his attention.

You click your tongue when a second passes without a single response. Not even a hum of acknowledgement. “Want your cock, Rintarou,” you demand, tugging on his shirt as if it would give you his attention.

“Do what you want.”

That’s the only response you get, his eyes trained on the screen. You want to scowl. Do what you want, huh?

You tug on his sweatpants, from beneath you, taking his cock in your fists and pumping his semi-hard length a few times before you’re pulling your panties to the side and sinking yourself unto him.

The moan you let out at the feeling of him filling you up is erotic and shameful, all just in hopes to make him give you what you want. You can feel him twitching inside of you, growing harder—yet his expression remains apathetic as ever.

“Rin,” you whine again, just obnoxiously enough to make him say something.

Finally, he spares you a quick glance. There’s a glare in his gaze, it’s sharp and full of warning, “You look like a filthy whore all needy, y’know?”

“Only for you,” you reason, hips grinding against his for friction.

“That so?” One of his hands finally leave the controls and moves to your hips with squeeze, an eyebrow cocking up.

“Mhm,” you respond, tilting your head a little, “you’re pretty possessive, Rin.”

Suna shoots a glare your way, “’m not,” he answers with finality.

“You are,” you let out a hum, examining his features, “Actually…” your voice trails off and his eyebrows are quick to furrow.

“Shut up—”

“Then you won’t mind sharing me with the twins, will you?”

The second the words fall out of your mouth, his hands have left the controller, instead gripping on a fistful of your hair with a harsh tug, “Sharing you, huh?”

You’re clenching around him like vice, hot tears springing at the corner of your eyes at the sting, “Knew you were such a dumb little slut but I didn’t think you’d be this stupid.”

Somehow, his words hurt—so why are you creaming all around him?

His lips press against the skin under your ear. It feels sensitive, especially while he nips at it and sucks—marking you like he always does before he lets go, “Alright then.”

Your mind is in a haze when you hear him answer, it takes you a full minute to register it.

“Huh?”

“I’ll call them right now, yeah? And—”

“Wait—Rin,” your eyes are bulging wide, because while you wanted it, knowing him, you didn’t expect him to agree. Suna Rintarou simply doesn’t share. Yet he doesn’t listen either.

His fox-like eyes narrow on you, his breath hot against your skin, “But,” he starts, “d’you think they’ll be able to satisfy you?”

Your mouth parts, trying to find the words to answer him, “They’ll fill you, sure, but can they make you cum as much as I do? Treat you justthe way you like it?”

There’s mocking in his tone of voice. It makes you swallow the lump in your throat, body tense as even as he pulls away from you and reaches for his phone, eyes trained on you as his phone rings once, twice, and then it’s the sound of Osamu’s voice.

The next thing you know, Suna’s pulling your body with his as he stands and brings you to the bedroom, practically throwing you on the bed, cock slipping out of you. He’s straddling you, looking down your body laid on the bed with a tilt of his head.

“This what you wanted, isn’t it?”

You nod, pupils blown out with lust. “Shirt off,” he nods at you, fingers tugging on his large shirt draped over you before your own hands reach for the hem, shrugging yourself out of it.

The sound of a door slamming close takes your attention, footsteps heavier and heavier as it nears the bedroom, followed by the familiar voices of Osamu and Atsumu. Suna clicks his tongue as the bedroom door creaks open further.

“Oi Sunarin, what the fuck? Are ya already fucking?”

The bed moves as Suna removes himself from above you, sending a glare towards Atsumu, “Shut the fuck up unless you want me to throw you out, Atsumu.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen a fraction before he feigns innocence, trying to dodge Osamu’s hit against the back of his head. Atsumu’s gaze falls on you, bare on the bed save for your slick-covered panties. His bottom lip juts out, another complaint falling over, “Didn’t even let us undress ‘er!”

“Please shut up, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu sighs, moving towards you to the bed with his twin following suit.

You can hear Suna dragging one of the chairs in the room, close enough to the bed with a safe distance, situating himself on it—shoulders back, eyes unblinking as he stares at you.

The bed dips at the weight of the twins, Osamu moving behind you while Atsumu places himself between your thighs. “Hey doll face, you okay?”

You must’ve looked so tense. Though it’s not like this is the first time they’re seeing you completely bare—if the videos Suna took of you creaming around his cock and your loud moans asking him to fuck you harder counted.

You nod, “Uh-huh,” you lick your lips. You can feel Osamu’s hands on you already, skimming your torso and stopping on your breasts.

“’Samu, don’t be so greedy,” Atsumu whines, undoing his pants where his cock strained against the fabric so evidently.

“I’m not, yer just slow,” Osamu retorts, fingers rubbing circles on your pebbled nipples, his other hand teasingly running down your sides, stopping at the edge of your panties and pulling at the elastic before snapping it back to your skin.

You can feel Osamu’s hard cock pressing against your back despite his pants still on. You hear Suna’s impatient sigh though, highly sensitive to his presence despite being in between the twins.

“Bunny, tell ‘em what you want,” Suna’s voice is gruff, with his cock in hand, giving it languid strokes while he watches you with heavy lidded eyes.

Atsumu’s tugging your panties down, so you turn to Osamu from behind you, “Want you in my mouth first, ‘Samu.”

Osamu grunts silently, hands retreating to get rid of his pants, “Is that all you want?” He asks inquisitively, watching your breath hitch and eyes focus and unfocus as Atsumu lines his cockhead to your entrance.

You shake your head, “Then want you to fuck me with ‘Tsumu,” the sound of your request elicits a groan from Atsumu, who’s slowly inching his length deeper inside you—stretching you out.

Overwhelmed with lust, your arousal covers the base of his cock with a white, translucent ring—Osamu takes your attention again by tapping on your cheek lightly, pressing the tip of his cock on your lips.

You can taste his pre-cum against your tongue the moment you wrap your lips around the head. You’re looking up at Osamu, slowly taking more of him and he lets you—a stark contrast to how Suna would’ve already gripped on your hair to shove his length fully down your throat by now.

Despite the obvious tug of war Osamu and Atsumu has over your attention, they pick up a rhythmic pace that has your mind numbing. Somehow, you can’t help but feel like something’s missing yet you can’t find it in yourself to admit defeat so early.

Suna could tell them what to do right now, how to make you come undone in any second—he probably knows this too—but he doesn’t. He merely watches your gaze dart over to him, almost like you’re pleading. You’re moaning around Osamu’s cock, eyes nearly rolling back each rough thrust that Atsumu delivers, the curve of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

“God, look at ya, fuck—” Atsumu hisses, his grip on your thigh tightening, “you take my cock so well, knew ya were such a slut.”

“She likes this, doesn’t she, ‘Samu? Getting used like nothin’ but a fuck doll,” Atsumu grins, snapping his hips towards yours in an abrupt manner that makes you keen, pulling your head away from Osamu’s cock as you gasp.

“Shit—yeah, squeezin’ me so tight, you like my cock inside you, huh?”

“Hurry up, she isn’t even close to cumming,” Suna clicks his tongue, there’s an edge of boredom in his tone and something else you can’t place, but it frustrates you how he knows.

You can tell Atsumu wants to say something, yet for once he lets it go with a roll of his eyes, opting to help move your body as Osamu moves behind you. You take in a sharp breath, feeling Osamu prod at your entrance with your walls snug around Atsumu already.

As if taking pity on you, you hear Suna’s voice, “Relax, bunny—‘Samu, play with her clit.”

Only then did you realize how tense your body was, with Osamu following Suna’s instructions. “Ya alright? Relax for us, baby,” Osamu asks you, inching himself inside you. The stretch is uncomfortable and you feel so full.

It was ridiculous, because though you didn’t want to let Atsumu know (God knows no one needs to stroke his ego further,) he was big and more than enough to fill you up. Osamu’s fingers rubbing circles around your clit helps distract you from the discomfort though; by the time Osamu’s filled you up completely, his cock resting beside Atsumu, you’re panting.

The bulge in your belly is more prominent, it’s entrancing. You feel like your body is buzzing. Your back arches with the slow thrusts, it starts off erratic until they’re pushing in and out of your tight cunt in a delicious pace. The sensation heightens when Atsumu’s hand finds purchase around your throat, squeezing just enough to make you lightheaded.

“Such a good slut, aren’t ya? Like having two cocks fill you up—what, one isn’t enough for you, that it?” Osamu taunts you, his voice and grunts loud against your ear. You shake your head over and over, but it’s barely convincing as your head tilts back and falls on Osamu’s shoulders.

In front of you, though, Atsumu’s cursing, jaw locked with sharp thrust while you’re babbling and begging, the knot in your belly forming yet not enough to make it snap.

“You gonna let me fill your sloppy cunt with my cum, huh?” Atsumu breathes heavily. His thrusts are sloppier and losing rhythm against Osamu.

Suna’s voice comes booming, interrupting Atsumu, “Don’t you fucking dare, Atsumu,” and it’s not aimed at you but you can practically feel his glare. He sounds scary enough that Atsumu immediately drops it with a huff, hand retreating from around your throat.

Osamu’s hands are all over you, playing with your body, barely caring as he sucks hickeys all over your bare neck.

“Where d’ya want me to cum, pretty girl?” Atsumu asks you instead, slowly slipping out of you and pumping himself in his hand.

“All—Ahh—! over me, ‘Tsumu, pleaseplease—Oh god,” Your fingers dig into his arms. Osamu’s pace becoming needier, cockhead nudging at your cervix and his fingers rubbing quick circles around your swollen nub as Atsumu’s cum shoots all over your body messily, making you come undone around Osamu who’s gritting his teeth in overstimulation.

Your orgasm comes crashing unto you hard—your vision turning white momentarily and body twitching. Osamu lets you ride out your high before he’s quickly slipping out of you and cumming on your inner thighs with a string of curses falling past his lips.

You feel spent, overwhelmed with pleasure even as the twins carefully peel themselves off of you. They settle you down carefully on the bed, wiping your body before they’re tucking their cocks back in their pants.

You hear them speak, along with Suna—something along the lines of doing it again and fucking you dumb as if they hadn’t already done so. Then you’re hearing the door close.

Suna nears your limp body, cock still hard and thick in hand. Your eyes widen at him, watching him line himself up to your abused hole.

“Rin—”

He recognizes the panic in your voice and in your tired expression, yet he only offers you a smug smile, “You didn’t think I’d just let you have your fun, hm? Weren’t you begging for me earlier? While you have two cocks filling this pretty little pussy? Bet you really bruised their ego, didn’t you, baby?”

Each sentence is a painful thrust that overstimulates you and taunts you at the same time. But he’s not wrong, you’re only getting what you wanted.

Maybe next time you can think over it before testing your possessive boyfriend. If there would be a next time, that is.

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Mr. Handsy {Clyde Logan x wife!Reader}

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Okay, okay. I think I've thought of something. Eh, it's a mediocre idea, but it does it for me. Fighting with Clyde followed by sweet, hot, nasty make up sex. I can not think of anything else. But whatever you write I'll love. 🥰

author’s notes: hello, hello! writers block has been hitting HARDCORE as of late, which is kind of a bummer, but luckily I’m feeling a bit better now! @icarusinthesea​ thank you for this request!! I hope it was worth the (very long) wait, and I send love to you, friend <3 <3

warnings: fluff. smut. club brawls. violence against an asshole. protectiveness. dom!Clyde. oral sex (m receiving). rough sex. unprotected sex/creampie.

(possible) tw’s: non-con touching (not by Clyde). physical conflict. sex in a public restroom.

word count: 1.9k

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You had a bad feeling about this place from the very beginning, from the moment you stepped into this stupid sleazy club for your co-worker’s birthday.

Clyde decided to tag along, mainly to hang out with the other poor guys whose wives dragged them along tonight.

The bass pulses your eardrums as you make your way over to the booth that they’d claimed, saying some very loud ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ to everyone before taking a seat on Clyde’s lap.

Your outfit certainly matches the locale of tonight’s party, sexy and risqué while maintaining at least some coverage and dignity for your larger areas. Clyde’s been having some trouble keeping his eyes, and now that he can, his hands, off you.

His calloused flesh hand runs over your thigh and hip in a soothing manner, mindless in its movements over your exposed skin.

Soon, a good dancing song comes on and no matter how much you try to beg Clyde to join you on the crowded floor, he refuses, insisting that you go have some fun with your friends.

His eyes keep a close watch on you, knowing that unfortunately, it’s highly likely that some bonehead Joe will come along and think he can touch without permission.

He finds himself in a sort of entranced state, watching the way your hips move when you dance, watches your skin bounce and jiggle with each motion, sees the way the multicolored lights bounce off the sequins on your dress…

Sure enough, said bonehead Joe dances his way over to you, not-so-subtly checking you out from a bit of a distance before making his approach.

Clyde almost instantly leaps into action when his hand touches your hip and he slides in behind you. Thinking that the man behind you is Clyde, you start grinding against him a bit more, smirking.

But, only after a second or two, his motions and touch begin to feel awfully foreign. You’ve just truly begun to doubt your dancing partner’s identity when he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Keep dancing like this and I’ll just have to take you home, babygirl.”

Goosebumps form on your skin in disgust the moment you hear an unfamiliar voice, yanking away from his grubby grip.

“How dar—“

“Hey, you!”

Your eyes widen and you look around the man to see a very angry-looking Clyde storming his way over to where you’re standing.

He turns the handsy man around with a hand on his shoulder, then gives him a shove. “Can’t ya see she’s married, asshole? Don’t you ever think ya can just go ‘round here, touchin’ what ain’t yours.”

“Cly—“

“Don’t ya even start with me right now, Y/N. I can’t believe ya didn’t stop ‘im, can’t believe ye kept grindin’ against ‘im.”

Your eyes widen. “Clyde, p-please, it’s not like tha—“

“I thought I told ya t’ can it, Y/N.”

You shudder at his commanding and harsh tone, immediately backing down and biting your lip as the tears swell in your eyes.

The man wears a small smirk, giving Clyde an equally rough shove backwards. “And what, you’re telling me she’s yours? Bullshit she is. Who’d ever wanna marry a one-armed redneck like you?”

Big mistake. Clyde used to just stand down and shut off whenever someone made fun of his disability, but usually now, he just gets fucking pissed.

Sure enough, his jaw clenches and he quickly lunges at Mr. Handsy, forcefully knocking him to the scuffed dance floor. Often times, mostly due to his kind and gentle demeanor, you forget that Clyde’s a veteran. A special ops veteran, at that.

You can’t deny that bearing witness to his unbridled anger and dominance isn’t at least a little bit sexy, even if you do feel incredibly guilty about not realizing sooner that it wasn’t Clyde.

Like the coward he truly is, and that many men like him are, he flees the scene quickly when he looks up and sees the anger in Clyde’s eyes.

Meanwhile, you instantly rush up to him, apologizing repeatedly. “Clyde, I’m so sorry, I thought it was you and I didn’t mean to—“

He snatches your wrist, bending down so that his hot, slightly strained breath wafts across your face. “You’d better yer slutty ass into the restroom right fuckin’ now.” He growls, letting you go.

You nod, whimpering under your breath as you scurry off into the bathroom.

He follows after you, pushing you into the single stall before reaching around to lock the door.

“Clyde, please, I’m so sorry. I promise that I didn’t know it wasn’t you until he spoke and I pulled away right after that. I would never…”

He holds a hand up and you trail off, then crosses it back over his chest along with the other. When you look up at him, ready to apologize further, he gives you a subtle head shake and a faint smile.

“Get m’ cock out.”

You know, then, that he’s not mad, and you know exactly what he wants from you. You step up to him with a small smirk and pop the button on his Levi’s, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to fish out his half-hard length.

“Now stroke it. You know how I like it.”

Your hand holds a steady grip around the protrusion, starting off slow but quickening randomly, just as he likes it.

His head tilts back onto the cheap tiled wall, nostrils flaring as he exhales shakily. “Thaaaaat’s m’ girl, just like that.”

You speed up just a bit, focusing your pressure and ministrations on the upper half of his shaft, moving the little bit of excess skin up and down his shiny pink head.

“Mmmmffhhh.” He groans through pursed lips, hips rutting forward into your touch.

Suddenly, he pushes your hand away, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to cope with the sudden loss of stimulation on his pulsing arousal.

“Knees.”

You get onto your knees, using his shoes as cushioning.

“Mouth open.”

Your jaw falls open and he wastes no time in moving himself into proper position, sheathing himself fully in your mouth.

“Ghhhohhh, s-shit.”

You’re choking right off the bat, shoulders shaking with each violent cough.

“Yeah, take it. Gon’ make ye choke on me, shove m’ cock down yer lil throat ‘till ya can’t breathe no more.”

You somehow manage to moan around him in between your gags and coughs, lungs panicked for the rough cutoff of airflow by Clyde’s length. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, soon running down your cheeks.

His eyebrows are tightly knitted in the center of his forehead, skin glistening with the beginnings of sweat as his hips rut into your cavern even quicker and rougher now.

Clyde has to physically pull himself away from your mouth, shuddering as his cock bobs and throbs angrily at the loss of friction. His hand splays out on the wall, chest heaving as he takes a moment to re-gain composure.

Then, he looks down at you, gaze sizzling your very skin.

“Up. Turn yerself ‘round n’ bend over, ass out n’ legs spread nicely.”

You put yourself into the position, wiggling your ass just a bit for play after pushing your jean shorts down, earning you a harsh smack across your newly-exposed skin. He smirks when you squeal softly, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he steps up behind you, lips instantly attacking your neck.

“Yer gon’ walk outta ‘ere with all o’ my marks on your neck, hickeys n’ bite marks. Maybe then everyone’ll understand who it is ya belong t’."

His chin digs into your shoulder, then he’s thrusting forward, filling you up and stretching you out to the max. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Ohhhhh.”

He groans into your ear, chin digging into your shoulder as he begins fucking you fast and hard. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this union; it’s hunger and wanting, it’s pure carnal lust.

Tears quickly swell up in your eyes at the sweet pleasure currently surging through your body, tickling every nerve ending and igniting every pleasure center. 

It’s humid in the club, the bathroom no exception and already, a sheen of sweat has formed on the surface of your skin. Clyde’s good hand takes an even firmer hold on the meat of your hips, hips thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.

“G’damnit, wrapped ‘round m-me so tight, fffuck Y/N. Such a lil’ cccunt, love shovin’ m’ b-big cock in ya, ssssplittin’ ya right in half--christ.”

You love how his accent gets thicker and thicker at times like this, so much so that sometimes you can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. It’s adorable.

“Mmm, C-Clyde! Please baby, please mmmake me cum!”

His lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking as hard as they possibly can while he reaches around to rub your clit with the cool metal digits of his prosthetic. 

Your hips instantly grind down on him, a shaky gasp leaving your lips. “Ohh god, mmmmmfffuck--right there! Yes, yes, Clyde!”

“Say y-yer mine.” He growls into your ear, panting. “Tell everyone who ya bbbelong to. Scream ma name w-when ya cum.”

“Y-Yours, all yours, Clyde. I’m yours!” You whimper. 

Clyde fucks you with everything he’s got, biting into your skin and sucking more of the flesh until you’re littered with marks. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, body trembling as you release all over his shaft with a shout of his name.

“Clyde! C-Clyde, fuck!”

Not long after you, Clyde falls over the edge, desperately rutting and fucking each drop of his hot load deep into your spasming cunt.

“Y/N, g’damnit...fuuuckin’ s-shit!”

Both of you are rendered breathless as you come down from your respective highs. His lips and tongue gently soothe the harsh bites and bruises that have been left behind in his wake. 

He sighs softly when he pulls out, helping you pull your shorts back up before tucking himself back into his pants. When you turn around, he crashes his lips into yours, hands resting gently on your hips. 

“‘m real sorry fer that, Y/N; dunno what got int’ me. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

You smile, cradling his face in your hands. “Clyde, there is no need to apologize or feel bad for that. You know if I was uncomfortable, I would’ve stopped you or said something. I loved it, more than I probably should have, and I love you.”

His lips tug up into a soft, lopsided smile, relief flooding across his expression.

“I love ya too, Y/N, so, so much. Thank ya fer puttin’ up with me n’ bein’ mine.”

“No ‘thank you’ necessary, baby. I’m yours, always yours.”

Clyde grins, pulling you in for a hug as he repeats your words out loud.

“All mine.”

[sainadazai]

"I Missed you sex" with Bokuto

As you sat outside your home in the patio chair that hardly cushioned you, waiting for the sound of his boisterous laughter, you couldn’t help but smile. It had been a whole week since he’d been away, and boy, no one ever told you how much you could miss someone. This had been the worst week of your life, because you hadn’t even prepared for the feeling of going to sleep without him, you never thought you’d have to. 

Now, of course, Kou was always a volleyball player, he left for small trips here and there throughout your relationship, but you’d gotten together after he sustained a sports injury, and was sent on hiatus. Never had you ever been more proud of being an athletic trainer and physical therapist than the day you met him. With his pouty face and casted up leg. Yet somehow the whole time he was with you that day was spent laughing hysterically. 

For the year and a half you’d been together, he hadn’t been to one traveling tournament, only practices and local games. He was always home by nine. So it's obvious how the past week had gone, but now it was finally over and you could sleep next to him again, touch those broad muscles and lay across his wide chest. You could kiss all over him, and feel the ecstasy that is his touch. 

Car revving is what makes your eyes focus in again, and you almost start to tear up when through the passenger window you can see his white hair poking up in all directions, a smile on his face as he barely focuses on driving, opting to stare straight into your eyes with the excitement of a child. 

He steps out of the car as you begin standing to go meet him, both of you are running at each other before you know it, interlocking all your limbs in a messy and aggressive hug. Legs wrap around his waist and when he finally feels that contact he’s been missing all week, he almost melts. 

“Hey..” you whisper, laughing a bit through it.

“Hey, Hey..” he speaks back, head tucked into your neck, loving that the two of you can greet each other that way again. 

“H-” you go to speak again, but he cuts you off with a gentle kiss. 

“Don't ruin it.” His hands squeeze at your waist, and his presence makes you break out in a giddy smile, the same one he’s wearing. 

“Love ya.” 

“Love ya. Oh! Did you clean our room while I was gone, because I so totally was gonna do it before I left, but then poof! I was on a plane and I was like Oh. My. God. Y/n is gonna be so mad, Im sorry ba-” 

“I did, c’mon Kou let's go inside..” you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. 

The two of you are happy. So pleased just to see each other again that you don't mention the underlying thoughts, and feelings. How having those hands around your waist, feeling how he is so big and towers over you, it made you dripping wet for him. How your breasts shoved right up against him, and that tiny little tank top you were wearing made him want to mark you up all over. The way you walked up the steps to your shared bedroom in those loose sweat shorts was causing him to drool, just at the sway of your hips. 

Koutarou and you didn't really have bedroom rules, there was a safeword just in case, but otherwise sex was simply recreational, it was about being close to eachother. So you weren’t afraid to pounce on him the second the bed came into your line of sight. 

Stripping your shirt off in the middle of the hall to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard both from him, and the cold air outside, then jumping on him. Your lips met his as he grasped your thighs and he bucked his hips subconsciously into you. 

The two of you just needed to feel each other, after a week of no form of touch from anyone, the only way to satiate the craving was to get as close to him as possible. You wanted him in you and on top of you, all around you if possible, everywhere. While he mostly associates touch with love, sex being the most intimate form of that, the more passion he puts into it is representative of how much he fucking loves you. Every part of you. The pleasure is just an added bonus. 

Thus it’s not unexpected when he slams you against the wall just by the open bedroom door, using it to push the two of you further together. Your back arches in contact with it and he uses that space to slit his hand in the dip of your back. 

Thick and wet kisses make their way from your mouth to your neck as his other hand grasps your left breast. He squeezes it in pulses, matching the in and out motion of his kiss, sliding his thumb over your nipple with each movement. A groan of his name falls from your wet lips when you first feel his hips grinding into yours, the much needed friction being given to you in just the right way. You could even feel how with each kiss and touch he was growing harder beneath those grey sweatpants. 

His low cut tank top exposed the sides of his chest, so you snuck your hands around and under to feel his flexing pecs, one making its way to his shoulder for grip. 

When he pulls away from your neck he speaks, “Fuck, missed you so much baby, missed your taste,” before he’s back to eating up every inch of you. You feel a bit of a shock when he jumps a bit you position you higher against the wall, latching his mouth to your unattended breast, sucking your nipple in his mouth and rolling his tongue around it, before popping off. 

“Missed all of you..” 

You moan at the warmth of his mouth on your nipple, loving the way he fucking worships you. “Miss you too, Kou- fuck- so much.” 

The sound of his name unsteadily rolling off your tongue sets him off, he needs more of this, more of you. So the man seats his hands under your ass, still kissing all over your breasts, and walks the two of you into the room. 

He even giggles as he falls over you onto the bed, the contact on your back is soft, the bed you love, but only when he is here, doing things like this to you. Contact is lost for a mere second while he rises to throw his shirt to the side, you take the time to rush off your shorts and undies. No one ever looked at your naked form the way Kou does, it's like he’s finally seen heaven, his eyes roam over you not like you're a piece of meat, but more so a delicate dessert for him to savour. 

“God your perfect, everyone must be so fucking jealous of me,” 

“Trust me, they are ~” you rouse, hoping to get a bit of jealousy out of him, because he is already towering over you like the giant he is, may as well seal your fate. It's not that you want to have rough sex, more so you need an excuse for the small tears gathering in your eyes, just at the fact that you can feel him now.

You never thought you’d cry over something like this but you missed him so fucking much, words don't even begin to explain, that's why you two do this first. Words aren't enough, but this way, the both of you can show eachother how much you needed the other when they were gone. You can give each other pleasures that only you hold the keys too, and make them feel things they only feel for you. 

Heat shoots straight to your center when you look up to see him in front of you bare, cock hard and ready as he stands there like a greek god, posed and all. 

“Anyone jealous of what you get, then?” he asks, not because he doesnt fucking know they are, but because he loves seeing you confient, that's what he always gets from that question. 

Both of your arms stretch up to reach for him, wrapping loosely around his muscular neck, “Oh yeah, but you know your mine,” you smirk, glad to be so sure he was always faithful when he was gone. You never had to fear for that. 

“Damn right I am.” Kou mumbles before connecting your lips, using one hand to run down the side of your stomach down to your clit, then continuing to the gap of your legs, spreading you wider for him. The tips of his fingers trace your leg up and down gently, sending shivers through you, and making you moan into his mouth. Then, one finger slides through your folds to gain access to your hole. It smooths over the damp flesh for a bit, before sinking deep into you, the stretch feels heavenly, but he knows friction is what gets you. 

The finger inside you quickly begins thrusting in and out, angled so that it rubs on the underside of your hole on it's way out, and thrusts into your g-spot on re-entry. The movement has your body writhing. His lips are marking up your entire chest, taking turns on each breast and moaning against your skin. 

He could do just this forever, he loves the way your walls get wetter and wetter around his finger, and the cute face you make when he inserts another. He know how big he is, you've had to tell him before in the past so that he understand how much you need this prep. 

It's never an issue, though, because Kou loves pleasing you, gets off on it even. Sometimes he wonders if just watching you make those pretty faces and noises could make him cum. Not that he wants to today, because as much as he loves pleasing you, he misses the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

The feeling of your body beneath him, or on top of him, anywhere as long as he can feel the pulse of your cunt around him. 

"Baby please!! Please let me put it in, need to feel you" He whines, having made himself painfully hard just imagining being that close to you again. 

Little did he know how much you needed him to fill you up, wanted him to tower over you with his broad frame and pound into you. Wanted him to show you how badly he needed you, how he couldn't even get off without you anymore. 

"Oh God, just hurry up I need you, Kou." 

He takes the way your wriggling beneath him as a sign that you were close, he was too, embarrassingly so. Thus he hissed as he grabbed hold of his veiny and flushed cock to line it up with your cunt. 

The second he felt just a hint of uts warmth he groaned and rested all of his weight on his hips, not even noticing how he was practically prying you open. 

His eyes are closed to take in the feeling he missed so much, until he here's a whimper, and feels your arms wrap around him strongly. 

"What baby, are you okay? Is this okay?" He is so kind you even let out a chuckle at him. 

"Feels so so good, I didn't even know i could miss someone as much as i missed you- ahh" 

Your words were sweet and he desperately wanted to hear more but with the way you were pulsing around him, he couldn't focus, he needed to get it all out before his mind would come down from the haze of pleasure. 

His thrusting was deep and slow, each movement pushing your whole body further up on the bed. His face was wrinkled up in concentration, but he made sure to focus on how your boobs bounced up and down with his strokes, and the way your mouth fell open with loud screams of his name. 

The pleasure and heat in the room were ever-growing, sweat starting to form on both of your torsos. Until finally a wave of pleasure ripped through you and you weren't sure whether to curl away from the feeling or move as close as possible to it. 

"Cuming-" 

"Me too-" he grasped the white blanket beneath you harshly as he came inside you. The warmth of his cum reminding you of how he was yours and you were his and this was home.

"You're never leaving for that long again." 

"Eh, I'm not sure, I mean if the sex is like that every time…" 

[gabelandescrocs]

Hi can you do #1 or #13 with Cale?? :)

sooo this took idk how long. and uhm yea i made it into a smut fic uhm hope thats okay... and uh yea dont come for me 👉👈

its like 1K+ words. im not doing a summary bcs theres no plot just p*rn

He had a bad game, and you know despite the amount of times you’ve told him you don’t understand hockey works, somehow he’s managed to convince you to watch a few of their games on TV. The Avalanche lost 6-0 to Vegas, it was a gruesome sweep and you saw how depleted and frustrated the whole team was when that final buzzer rang.

Damn you Fleury, you curse him out under your breath. A final pan of the camera zooms in on the rest of the Avs players still on the ice not believing the loss. It captures Cale, a frown etched on his rosy face, mouth guard sticking out of the side of his lips as he breaks his stick in half over his thigh and he skates off the ice.

A couple of hours after the game, you hear a familiar knock on your door. Bracing yourself for a sulking professional athlete behind your door, you take a deep breath. You and Cale have this little arrangement; when one of you has a bad day at work, its either your place or his to fuck all the stress away. Some nights were slow, careful and sensual—those are for days when things get too emotional at work, but other days when its all anger and frustration, its rough kissing, shoulder biting, and definitely multiple rounds of heated sex. This was definitely one of those nights. Nobody is sure how it started, it was just a little offer from a friendly neighbor, just to blow off some steam. You were both single and weren’t really looking into finding someone more permanent.

It doesn’t turn out to the way you expect it though once you open the door; Cale cuts your greeting off when he hurriedly cradles your face with both hands and smashes your lips together in a hot kiss. You moan as one of his hands travels down your waist and grips it as he pushes you flush against the door and locks it, lips never breaking contact. The warmth of his palms radiates through your body.

You stay there for a while, lips chasing each other red hot. When you both break for air, Cale still has his eyes closed his forehead against yours with his arms now circling your waist to hold you closer to his body, not letting any space come in between you. "I don’t want to be alone tonight," he breathes out. You reached up and swept your thumb across his creased brows and he leans more into your touch sighing.

You lead him back to your bedroom and leave him to sit on your bed before you proceed to unbutton his shirt and toss it to the floor. His eyes darken at the sight of you kneeling between his legs. Your hands trail up his thighs before you reach for his belt making quick to free him from the restraining fabric of his pants. He groans and leans back into the bed, elbows propping him up as you palm him over his boxers.

You run and squeeze your hand over his clothed cock until his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping your motion. "Please, Y/N,” he sighs your name. You stand up, lifting the oversized shirt that pools around your thighs baring yourself in just your underwear. He reaches for you till your knees hit the bed, peppering kisses all over your torso. His hands and lips exploring all of the newly exposed skin in front of him. Your hands run themselves through his hair once he kisses you on your clothed core. His tongue takes one long stripe from your pelvis to your navel, eyes looking up at you with want. Its sets a new wave of warmth all over your body and ends in your core. He rids you of the last fabric separating him from all of your skin and guides your thighs down to straddle him, eyes taking in your bare body.

Your arms circle around his shoulders relishing the feeling of his hard member brushing against your core. Unable to control yourself, you grind on him and he tries to hide the groan coming from his lips by sucking bruises down your neck. The ache in your core heightens more when you feel his hands grip your ass to further the friction.

“Cale, please—need you” you groan out, tugging at his hair to bring your lips to his. He shifts underneath you to finally pull his boxers down. Your hand immediately grips his cock and stroke it a few times before you ease him into you.

Both of you groan at the familiar sensation of feeling each other this close together. Cale doesn’t waste time to guide your hips and roll you against him fervently, making you groan having him fully inside you. You help with the motion, lifting your hips to stroke him deeper and faster. Cale throws his head back allowing you to litter his neck with more bites and kisses, one of his hands comes down to your ass and smacks his palm firmly on your skin. You yelp feeling it sting and you clench around him, hips not wavering with their thrusts. His large palms smooth over your butt once again gripping into it trying to meet your thrusts letting the both of you fall backwards on the mattress lifting his hips hard against yours, the sound of skin hitting against skin filling the room. You feel the familiar knot burning in your core when he hits the spot that gets you mewling his name, gripping the sheets near his head so tight you might tear the covers. He relishes the sounds of your moans each time his palm meets your ass with each smack.

He grunts as your walls contract tighter around him feeling you cum in big pulses, he quickens his pace to follow right behind you gripping your ass more, probably leaving marks at its wake. His hips stutter and curses as he releases into you filling you up completely breathless.

Both of you take a few minutes to catch your breath before he sits the two of you up again. You look at him completely fucked out of everything that’s bothering him before he came to your door. Cheeks fully flushed all the way down his neck and lips swollen from kissing and biting, you stare in awe at how his body reacts this way. Its adorable and absolutely sensual the way he looks so energized yet spent from fucking you.

“What?” he asks with a confused smile on his face. You shake your head and smile, he grunts at your response stopping your giggle with a kiss.

[waatermelon-sugaar]

Want to kiss?

Pairing = Poe x reader

Words = 5.2k

Summary = You and Poe are friends. Acting married won’t lead to anything. Will it?

Warnings = SMUT (18+only); semi-public fingering, semi-public grinding, implication of a bj, also language 

A/N =  Prompt no.23 requested by @witchyavenger as part of my 300 follower celebration, thanks so much, hope you like it! Prompt was “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” w/ Poe  and bolded in text

Also i might have concentrated more on the smut, than the plot, so if there are a couple of plot holes, that’s why, im not sorry 

Posted to AO3

Masterlist

You weren’t looking forward to this. 

A small, masochistic part of you was, but the larger part of you, the more sensible part, wanted to scream at the prospect. 

Pretending to be a couple with Poe, to have the real thing so close in front of you, yet knowing that you couldn’t, made you want to cry. In fact, you already had. 

The two of you had been briefed together, and told you would be acting as married senators at a gala. The way Poe’s face had tightened at the word ‘married’, made your chest hurt. He hadn’t said anything, but he didn’t need to before you’d drawn your own conclusions. 

You’d tried not to think about it too much as the briefing had continued, swallowing the sudden lump in your throat, and having to blink a little faster. You’d managed to keep it together until you’d gone back to your room, where you’d immediately burst into tears. 

Poe couldn’t even stand the idea of being married to you?

You knew he wasn’t interested in you like that, but that hurt. Hurt more than you’d anticipated. Poe only had to pretend for a mission. And he didn’t want to do that? Now you’re sitting in front of the mirror, and you blow out a big breath. Not right now. Your make-up’s half on, and you don’t have the time to redo it if you start crying, now of all times. 

And the truth was, it shouldn’t hurt as much as it did. You knew Poe. He was your friend and Commander, nothing more. He’d never given you any indication that he’d ever wanted more, never acted as anything but a good friend to you.  

Now you were in the bathroom of a hotel on Coruscant, and Poe was next door and stars you had to share a bed tonight but you didn’t even want to think about that yet . All you had to do was finish your make-up, do your hair, put your fancy dress on, hope that Poe could bear to pretend to be married to you while the two of you looked for an opportunity to sneak upstairs, break into Senator Sewinn’s office, and gather any incriminating evidence stored there. Simple.

And that wasn’t counting getting out, and sharing a bed with Poe tonight, before your ship departed for the Resistance base tomorrow. 

To put it simply, you were fucked. 

But you’d pushed the emotions away, not wanting to address it. Not wanting to have that horrendous conversation. After all, it wasn’t a crime for someone not to fancy you. 

Now you took a moment for yourself, looking up at the corner where the wall met the ceiling, and exhaling deeply. 

Ok, think. What’s your first job? Make up. 

You took your routine step-by step, finishing your makeup and hair, and pulling your dress on. You took the time to admire yourself in the mirror before you stepped out to face Poe, knowing that he was no doubt going to look absolutely dashing, while not caring either way about your appearance. 

You knew that, except you did look good, even if you said so yourself. You let yourself breathe once more, hands fluttering out any invisible creases in the front of your dress. It had a nice cut for your chest, falling to the floor with a split down your right leg. 

Ok. “Poe?” You knocked on the door before you returned to your room, not wanting to catch him in the middle of changing.

“I’m ready!” Comes the response, and you can’t help yourself, exhaling heavily again before greeting Poe. 

You’d been prepared. Or so you thought.

You’d never seen Poe in a suit before, and it’s more than you could have ever imagined. He fills it out nicely, shoulders looking broader than ever. He’s brushed his hair neatly back, curls subdued for the night. They look darker than ever, strands curling over the back of his collar. Desire and heat are pooling low in your belly, your eyes slow in their movements as they graze over him

He’s freshly shaved after his shower, bronze skin glowing in the yellow light of the lamps scattered around the room. Your mouth is dry, and your breath shaky again. Poe’s looking at you funny, and you must be staring, so you clear your throat, shaking your head a little. 

His tie is slightly to one side, so you step towards him like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Can I-?” Your voice is a murmur as your hands reach out, one going to the centre of Poe’s neck. You straighten his tie, ignoring the warmth of his body below your hands and step back. 

You hadn’t realised how intimate that would feel, how close you’d have to get, and now you feel overwhelmed, your body heating up, your heart beating faster. Poe’s looking at you with a strange look in his eyes, like he can’t quite figure out what your motives are, he can’t decide what you want. 

Only, it’s not unusual, is it? Poe’s always been a touchy-feely person, hugging, holding hands, touching whenever he could, it didn’t tend to matter who it was, or what the situation was. 

Except this feels different somehow, heavier. Like you crossed a line in your friendship that you weren’t aware existed. That the intimacy of fixing Poe’s tie, being this close to his body is teetering beyond friendship. Poe’s still looking at you with this heavy gaze, and maybe there’s something in his eyes, but you can’t bear to meet them, can’t bear to face the rejection you’ll find there.

So you swallow, fixing your gaze on the section of wall just to the left of his face, ignoring how your palms are singing from touching Poe, even through his shirt. They itch to do it again, hungry for more, and it takes all of your self control to stop yourself and to take a step back, widening the space between you. 

“Shall we go?” You’re the first to speak, and at your words, Poe seems to snap out of it, closing down, any softness in his eyes, in his face, disappearing. 

He nods, stiffer than he normally is around you, and you can only hope that he’ll loosen up when you get downstairs. “Here's your ring.” He reaches into his breast pocket and hands you a wedding band, gold and simple.

And you’ve been so distracted by the top half of him that you hadn’t seen his on his ring finger, hanging loosely at his side. You don’t say anything as you slip the cold jewellery on, your heart stuttering at the implication of something so plain. 

Stepping out of your room, you take Poe’s offered elbow, and the two of you start your descent to the lobby. It takes you a while to get used to the breeze on your right leg, where your skin is exposed. The building is an old one, corridors extending in every direction with bedrooms and storerooms scattered in a seemingly random order. The lift is quiet, muzak playing faintly out of a tiny speaker. 

“We’ve got this,” you murmur under your breath reassuring yourself. Poe looks at you, but doesn’t say anything, just patting your hand where it rests on his arm. 

The transformation in him when you step into the hall is amazing. His smile, which you recognise enough to tell it’s fake, spreads across his face, and as you enter, he turns his head to your ear, murmuring, “I didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked before.” 

There’s suddenly no air as you turn to look back at Poe, that familiar grin tugging on his lips. Your faces are close again, like a married couples, and you don’t try to hide the pleased look that’s clear across your face, feeling more flustered than you expected. 

His eyes are encouraging, and you’ve never noticed how warm they are, what a soft brown. They’re lighter than you thought, having never been so close to his face before, dark irises increasing in size as he looks at you, waiting for your response. 

You’re married, remember?

So you press your cheek to his smooth one, with a soft “thanks.” 

You turn back to the crowd, missing how Poe’s gaze catches on you for a second longer than normal, instead concentrating on how no one noticed you walk in. Good. The room is busy already, you and Poe one of the last stragglers arriving. Soft music, not dissimilar to the one in lift is playing, largely drowned out by voices chattering away.

The ballroom is light and airy, yellow lamps creating a warm atmosphere, with a marble floor that causes your steps to click. There’s a bar near the entrance, and a stage to your left. 

The beginning of the night is spent hanging off Poe’s arm, making conversation with Senators about brain-dead topics, Poe’s hand moving to squeeze yours in warning whenever you make a slightly too sarcastic comment, usually about the First Order really having an impact, and how it was about time someone made a monopoly of the galaxy anyway. 

You push down the urge to be more sarcastic, if only to feel Poe’s skin on yours again. 

No one seems to notice, especially not when you start to zone out, looking for opportunities to sneak away. The office had to be around this room somewhere; hours of poring over maps of the building had revealed a lot of empty space around the ballroom. And now Senator Sewinn was walking out of a concealed door in the back right of the room, which had to led to his office. 

Unfortunately, he and a number of other important, puffed up looking peacocks of politicians seem intent to stand right in front of it, drawing, if anything, more attention to the door. 

You huff, unknowingly scowling. What was the point of a secret door when you act like that? You may as well make a sign saying ‘Secret, Do Not Enter.’

“You alright, sweetheart?” Poe’s the one to drag you back to where you are, and you do one of those smug, self-centred couple smiles, one that you’d seen far too often, smoothing out your face. 

“Yes, sorry honey.” You step back from the group, suddenly needing a moment. “If you’ll excuse me.” You direct this to the rest of the group, mumbling something about getting a drink, stumbling away, sure they won’t miss you. Poe’s behind you, his presence both stifling and a comfort. 

When you reach the bar, his hand is on the small of your back, and he’s still so warm. How can his hand spread heat through your body like this? Through your dress? “Hey,” his mouth is by your ear again while you wait for the bartender. “What’s wrong?” 

You shake your head, unsure yourself. “I don’t know Poe. Nothing.” Maybe it’s him. You can’t look directly at him, fearing you’ll combust. 

It’s definitely him. 

But instead, you turn your mouth back to his ear, close enough your mouth just grazes his earlobe as you talk. “Senator Sewinn isn’t leaving the door behind him.”

Poe looks behind you in a casual sweep of the room as you order two drinks. 

When he turns back, his chest is pressing against you now, his arm around your waist, caging you into the bar, and you hope you don’t look as hot as you feel. You practically vibrate under his touch, the urge to push back into him stronger than ever. Poe’s blazer isn’t buttoned up, and it’s almost around you, you can feel the silk of his tie on your back.

Your breath sticks in your throat as he bends to whisper, again. This man is going to kill you. “Good spot sweetheart.” 

Don’t press your hips back into him, you remind yourself, he’s there, but don’t do it. 

You can smell the cologne Poe’s wearing too, the one he only uses on really special occasions and it’s making your head spin. Maybe you need some air. 

You accept the drinks from the bartender, passing over some credits and turning in Poe’s arms, the cold glasses in your palms helping you a little, distracting you from the heat which seems to have settled in your core, pulsing in between your legs. 

Except now you’re facing Poe, facing those warm brown eyes, and are they darker than they were before? Is this better or worse? Face to face, or chest against your back? 

He’s licking his lips as he’s taking the drink from you and you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so bad. Breathe, in and out. 

“Don’t worry, they’ll move,” it takes a second for you to tune back in, to realise what Poe is talking about. “Sewinn has to make a speech at the other end of the hall, we’re to move then, when everyone’s distracted, remember?” 

His voice is soft, quiet, and you do remember, that the movements he’s describing are all part of the plan, have been ever since the brief, but this man who’s crowding you into the bar, the sharp edge cutting a vertical line into your back, is distracting you from the mission. 

This mission, which is important for the Resistance. 

The mission, which you can’t fail at. 

And, more than that, you can’t let Poe down. 

He’s not interested, you have to remind yourself when a pang of disappointment shoots through you as he steps back. This is fake, you’re fake married. 

Somehow the reminder doesn’t help. 

You sip your drink, cold liquid shooting down your throat as you look anywhere but at him. 

The introductory section drags. You don’t return to the group you were talking to before, instead choosing to stay near the bar, exchanging the odd observation with Poe, the two of you consistently getting closer than you really need to talk. 

He’s acting more normal now, his smile more natural as he relaxes. His hand has found a home on you, it doesn’t seem to matter where, moving from your shoulder to your back to your waist. You don’t dare mention it, afraid he’ll stop, when that’s the last thing you want. 

Sometimes you feel like a black hole, desperately looking for love and touch, and sucking up whatever you can find, always needing more. You hate to think that maybe that’s what you cherish most about your friendship with Poe - that even as his friend, he touches you, and hugs you, and gives you a kiss. Although it does spark the idea of Poe being cuddly in bed, that if you ever went out with him, he would always try and have his hands on you. You allow yourself these soft dreams for a moment, before tuning back in before Poe can notice. 

You’ve nearly finished your drink when the quiet background music starts to fade, and to your delight Sewinn begins to move. The crowd easily parts for him, and you wonder briefly what it is about him that makes people so responsive. What would it be like to have that kind of power? 

You grasp Poe’s hand, feeling his calluses on your palm when he makes his move, pulling him to stay with you a second longer. “Wait for him to settle,” you say, knowing there’s no rush, yet. 

And so you do, the two of you standing shoulder to shoulder, pretending to listen to the senator’s drivel. And then he turns, looking for the trophy he’s using to make his announcement more convincing, and you pull Poe along the back wall, still holding his hand as you lean against the hidden door and allowing a grin as it clicks open. 

And you’re in. 

You blink in surprise when you realise it’s really been that easy. You’d expected at least a locked door to get in the way. But no, you’re standing in the Senator's office, looking at a large desk, footsteps suddenly muffled by the plush carpet and still holding Poe’s hand. 

You drop it like you've been burned, not daring to look at Poe as you go to the other side of the desk. There’s bookshelves around all the walls, creating a slightly dark and gloomy look, especially in contrast with the light ballroom next door. 

You start going through the drawers as Poe plugs in the holostick that he’d been given, downloading files for later reading. Most drawers contain useless information, files on drinks needed for the party, a bill for the band later, business cards and other junk. There’s one locked drawer you can’t open, even when you try and pick it. 

You give it a kick in frustration when it still doesn’t open, earning a snicker from Poe. “Did that help, sweetheart?”  

You scowl at him, not bothering to answer, and determined to not mention the fact that your foot really hurts now. “How long left?” you ask, deflecting instead.

“Two minutes,” is the answer and you nod, going to one of the bookshelves, hand idly tracing down a number of spines. None are in a language you recognise, and when you turn back to tell Poe so, you find him leaning against the desk and watching you. His legs seem longer at this angle, thighs … bigger. And you’ve seen this man with a harness wrapped around his legs like a second skin. 

You wonder what it would be like to … You shake your head before you can finish that thought, mouth dry even as you remind yourself that Poe’s your friend. Your friend. “I can’t read any of these,” you tell him instead, watching his head snap up to meet your eyes as you talk. 

And then a lot of things happen very quickly. 

Before Poe can respond, the holostick beeps, he unplugs it, just as the door to the ballroom clicks open. Before you can react, he’s closing the steps between you, holostick clasped in a fist, crowding you into the bookshelf behind you. When he speaks, it’s a low, quiet, “I’m sorry,” his forearm coming to rest next to your head, and you can smell him again, eyes falling closed like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The scent is familiar and grounding, and even as your heart rate picks up, you feel calmer, Poe’s other hand holding your cheek. His head turns, your noses bumping and his lips are so close to you … he’s going to kiss you.

And then he stops, except he’s moving like he is kissing you, and you realise his hand is connecting your two faces and there’s someone else in the room, so you don’t think, you just react. You widen your legs so Poe can step between them, and you let out a breath, nearly but not quite grinding on his leg, moaning low in your throat as one of your hands flies to the nape of Poe’s neck.

“Excuse me!” The guard’s voice is sharp, and cross, which is fair enough, you later reason, when you think that you wouldn’t want to find two people snogging in your boss’s office. Awkward one to report, that. 

Poe is slow to separate from you, his eyes dark when he opens them, and you're breathing embarrassingly fast considering he didn’t actually kiss you. He turns, standing just in front of you, a protective stance, whether he realises it or not. 

“Sorry, sir,” his voice is more hoarse than normal, and you never realised what a good actor Poe is. You sheepishly smile at the guard who just huffs and ushers you outside, grumbling about how disrespectful the two of you are and warning you not to do it again. 

The two of you stand in the hall, Sewinn just wrapping up his speech. Your head is spinning and you can’t think. 

Poe seems entirely unaffected by the whole thing, winking at you as he grins, joining in with the clapping at the end of the speech. You copy him, but you feel like you’re moving at half the speed of everyone else, your whole body screaming to be surrounded by Poe again. 

“Are you alright?” Poe asks you, and is it that obvious that you aren’t? You can only nod, not trusting your voice to be steady. “I’m sorry … about, in there, I just-”

“Stars, Poe.” You interrupt, not wanting to hear it. “It’s fine, it was good, quick thinking on your part.” You force a smile, and if Poe notices, he drops it. “We did it, though,” You add after a second, the silence between you somehow worse. 

Poe grins, and you know you’ll be ok, the breathless, hot feeling gradually fading, your senses tuning back into the room around you, hearing the band setting up, everyone moving around you. “We did.” Is all he says, extending his hand in mock performance when the band start playing. “May I have this dance?”

You allow yourself to relax, graciously accepting it. “Why, kind sir, of course!” The two of you are giggling as you start to dance, neither of you aware of what the steps are, just concentrating on having a good time. The music isn’t particularly great; the stuffy sort that politicians think make them look classy, when really it just makes them look like pretentious assholes. 

You both get bored of this pretty soon, Poe losing his jacket as the two of you get warmer and warmer, dancing ridiculously in a corner. 

When your feet begin to hurt you pull on Poe’s hand, taking him away from the dancefloor. The hall is hot, and you want fresh air. You feel flushed, the cold air nice on your warm cheeks. 

You’re walking along the corridor back to your room, talking about the best song you’d play to start a party. Poe’s jacket under hanging off his arms, hands stuffed in his pockets. You try not to look directly at him too much as the two of you discuss better songs. “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy is one that would definitely get everyone going.” Poe says it likes it’s the simplest thing in the world, his answer the definitive one, while you snort. 

“You only think that because you want an excuse to ask everyone that all the time. No - Gimme, Gimme, Gimme is the best. Hands down.” Maybe you’re just as bad as he is. “Rasputin is another good one,” you add, “there’s dance moves and everything.” 

“No!” Poe’s voice is low, exaggerating his horror by dragging out his vowels, being over-dramatic now, “the best one for dance moves is Rock the Boat.” 

You ruffle his hair in that way he hates. “You like that because you can sit down!” Your laughter is interrupted when Poe’s head snaps up, looking towards the end of the corridor.

You pause, looking for the cause of the change in Poe’s attention. Hearing the voices approaching you, he grabs your hand, pulling you into an alcove, pulling the curtain across. There’s hardly room for the two of you to breathe, bodies pressed together, wall cold on your back as you listen to the footsteps coming closer. 

“... and Sewinn is going to want his whores there.” A nasal voice, coming closer. 

You stop breathing, glancing at Poe, who shakes his head. “The usual ones?” The question is spat by a deeper voice, while the other person presumably nods. “Fuck! They think they have more influence, always looking down on us, when Sewinn listens to us.” 

Poe’s hand fumbles around yours, fingers intertwining and squeezing gently in comfort, sending electricity up your arm. The same deep voice continues down the corridor, passing you. “And he just can’t get enough of them, especially that boy with the awful fashion sense, I mean really...” 

The voice fades gradually, passing you in a blur in the corner of your eye. You determinedly concentrate on looking at the fluttering curtain, a shade of blood red, suddenly too shy to look at Poe. 

This mission has been a lot. Working with Poe, who you have a desperate crush on, pretending to be married, and now standing far too close for comfort while you listen to people talk complain about influence in the Senate. You can’t hold it in any longer, the two of you dissolving into giggles, bodies collapsing forwards, Poe’s jacket landing on the floor with a soft whump.

And maybe it’s the release of this tension but when you finally compose yourselves, leaning back as much as you can in the small space even though you could leave, or maybe it’s the fact that his thumb is now massaging your palm, but the words tumble out before you can think. 

“Poe I like you.” He hasn’t let go of your hand yet, which is a good sign, right? But he also hasn’t said anything, so you keep talking. “Like you, like you, I mean.” Why can’t you shut up? There’s something unreadable in Poe’s eyes. “Like I would quite like to go on a date with you sometime and maybe -” 

Eventually Poe stops you with his free hand, covering your mouth for a beat, enough to get you to shut up. Is he closer? You didn’t think it was possible. His face is unreadable, even as he looks into your eyes, considering something “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” 

Your mind goes blank, your mouth dropping open as Poe removes his hand, going to his tie, loosening the knot. “What?” you just manage to stammer out. 

Poe just tips his head, like he’s considering the best angle to kiss you. “I like you like you too, sweetheart.” He’s teasing, but it’s fond, you realise with a rush of affection. All night he’s been looking at you like this, with fondness. “Can I kiss you?” He’s almost begging. 

Words escape you. You nod, unable to breathe, unable to talk anymore. Poe leans towards you, tilting his head, eyes closed, long lashes fluttering on his cheeks. At the last second, you remember to close your eyes, kissing him back. 

His hand moves to your hip, pulling you towards him, where you can feel him, already half-hard under his trousers, pressing against you. Poe slides his hand under the split in your skirt, warm hand on your skin, pulling your leg up as his hand travels down your thigh, settling into the crook of your knee, opening your legs and pulling your core closer to him.  

You catch on, wrapping your leg happily around his waist, not caring how exposed you must be, gasping when you grind against him again, and Poe’s even harder now, the seam of his trousers catching on something pleasurable between your legs. You’re already more aroused than you really have any right to be, considering he’s hardly done anything to you yet, but you’ve been thrumming at a low level all evening. 

You’re still kissing, even as he grinds against you, pushing you more into the wall behind you, and you feel overwhelmed, already, in the best way possible. All you can hear are your combined breaths, breathy sighs that fill the small space. You feel hot, nearly overheating, the cool wall balmy on your flushed skin behind you. 

You forget where you are, what you’re supposed to be doing, Poe taking over all your senses. His tongue is in your mouth, teeth biting at your lip and all you can do is let him. Your free hand moves to his hair, tugging gently and feeling a pull of satisfaction in your core at his low groan. His hair is soft, and thick and you don’t want to let go, the sudden image of pulling on his hair when his head’s between your thighs jumping to your mind’s eye.

You finally let go of his hand so you can hold onto his shoulders, the crisp white shirt becoming crumpled in your grasp and helping you balance on one leg. Poe’s now-free hand pulls your skirt fully up around your waist, no doubt causing some creases and teases you, playing with the hem of your underwear, fingers tracing circles into your hip.

You groan into his mouth, you can feel yourself getting wetter, and your hips unconsciously buck into his hands, wanting more. When Poe pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, you’re both breathless. His eyes have blown wide, and you’re sure yours look the same. You’re panting a little, even as Poe keeps his movements regular, grinding his dick into you, moving his hips up and adjusting his position with every moan you let out. 

“So good to me, sweetheart.” He’s kissing down your neck now. “You feel so good, you … urgh … you don’t even know how much you turn me on…” He sounds breathless, even as he continues to talk. 

And then he surges up, hitting your clit and you can’t help it, crying out. Pleasure’s building in your body, all centred around Poe, and you want more of it, more of him. You can’t see Poe’s face, but you feel the smirk he presses to your skin as he does it again. And then his hand that’s playing with your underwear moves, pulling it away from your skin, dipping his hand down and stroking one long finger through your wet folds. 

The moan you let out is broken. “Poe…” That’s all it takes for him to push his finger inside you, motioning gently towards himself. You can hear how wet you are as a second finger joins the first, a steady squelch in time with his movements. His fingers are thicker than yours are, and you feel dizzy at the thought of being stretched on his dick. His palm is grazing against your clit with every movement, steady and repetitive. 

Poe’s fingers feel so good, moving inside you, gently building you higher and higher while he watches your face, kissing your jaw, your ear. Your moans come out in breathy whines, repetitions of his name, and soft oh’s of pleasure. You can only hold onto him, trusting he’ll catch you if your leg gives out, only half-aware that anyone could walk past and hear or see Poe utterly destroy you. 

You start to moan more and before you even realise what’s happening, Poe’s greedily kissing you as you fall apart from his fingers. He keeps kissing you as he works you through it, your pussy clenching around his fingers, his tongue in your mouth while your hips buck forwards still. 

You’d feel embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. “Yes, by the way,” His voice is low as he moves to kiss the soft spot under your ear now. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

You can only frown as Poe removes his fingers from inside you, glistening wet and placing them on your lips, pushing gently until you open your mouth, swirling your tongue around his fingers, your own tart taste filling your mouth. “What?” You mumble, Poe’s digits muffling your voice. 

“I’d quite like to go on date with you sometime too.” 

You nod slowly, your post-orgasm haze lifting slower than normal. “Can we go to bed first?” Poe’s fingers are still half in your mouth, and you suck on the tips a little for emphasis, widening your eyes. And then you get an idea. “Or, actually,” you purr, removing your leg from Poe’s waist, and gently pushing his shoulders so he hits the wall behind him as you drop to your knees in front of him. “Maybe we should stay here for a minute.” 

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this is the suit I was imagining, but the hair was all wrong for Poe. also I know that there are technically no suits in Star Wars canon, but I wanted to write it this way so

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stray kids reaction: sitting on their lap

warning: slight smut but most of them are fluff

a/n: all my braincells went into this pls tell me i did good im about to combust. i hope anon didnt mind me changing the req a bit

Chan

Chan was occupied with composing another song when you arrived to pay him a visit. You pressed a quick kiss on his cheek to announce your arrival which he very much acknowledged seeing as he pulled you in for one more kiss, on the lips this time. You smiled at the gesture before leaving him alone so that he could continue his work, and you sat at the couch at the corner of his studio. As time passed by, you grew bored, getting tired of scrolling through your phone. You stood up from your seat and decided to take one on Chan’s lap instead, you somehow managed to squeeze yourself between Chan and the desk in front of him. He didn’t mind having you on his lap, in fact he loved it. You snuggled into his chest as he continued to work on his music, with his hand occasionally rubbing random patterns on your back.

“My inspiration.”

Minho

Minho wasn’t someone you could disturb when he was focused, especially when he was indulged in practicing. Seeing him overwork himself brought a frown upon your face, wanting to somehow make him relaxed. You trudged your way over to him when he sat to take a break. You took a seat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he wouldn’t be upset for you disrupting his focus, and to your surprise, he didn’t. Instead, he melted into your touch and leaned in for comfort. Letting out a sigh of bliss when he softened and gave in your arms.

“Thank you.”

Changbin

Changbin has been stressing over producing new music, lines forming on his forehead from concentrating. You couldn’t help but admire him, his everlasting passion for music. You thought that he needed a break, so you made your way towards his chair and took a seat on his lap. He smiled at your gesture, before tapping on your thigh and shifting it so that you were straddling him instead. You hummed in content, leaning forwards to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Though things escalated quickly when Changbin firmly placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close against him making you grind your hips against his.

“Just what I needed.”

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was being a tease since the moment he woke up, rubbing himself on you but suddenly leaving the bed when you woke up. Needless to say you ended up being grumpy and needy when you left the house to accompany him to work today. He was too busy to notice you sulking in the corner of the studio. When you saw him sit down and take a break, you strode towards him and didn’t waste time in straddling his thighs. His eyes widened at your sudden actions. You leaned forward, your lips barely brushing against his, his breath hitched wanting to just slam his lips against yours but you had other plans. You detached yourself away from completely, hopping off his lap. Seeing his worked out expression.

“Something wrong, baby?” You asked, licking your lips which only made him groan.

“You’ll regret that.”

Jisung

It has been hours since Jisung mumbled a word to you, you were lounging in his studio since he invited you to come, which was funny since he didn’t really pay any attention to you, but you didn’t mind. You knew how passionate he was about producing and you weren’t going to meddle with it just to fulfil your needs. In the middle of working, Jisung groaned and spun his chair to face you. A pout was on his face and you could see how stressed he was starting to get. He gestured for you to come towards him, and you did. Slowly walking towards him until you were situated between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your middle, placing his head against your tummy. You stood like that for a few minutes before he pulled you onto him, sitting on his lap with your legs dangling to the side.

“I’m glad you’re here. You’re my rest after a tiring day.”

Felix

Felix arrived at your apartment, after a long day of practice he just wanted to lay down with you in his arms. Seeing you seated in the living room, a game controller in hand as your gaze is intently on the screen. He frowned at your busy state, and he took a seat beside you. You greeted him, his head landed on your shoulder, and you turned to plant a quick kiss on his head before returning to your game. He dramatically sighed when you didn’t stop your game to face him. You lightly giggled before telling him you’ll give him all your attention once your character dies. So he grabbed the control from you and tossed it aside, and of course your character died. You glared at him in disbelief but he only flashed you his eyes that you absolutely adored. Making you weak, you crawled onto his lap. Cupping his face with your hands.

“What a needy baby.” You clicked your tongue, before leaning forward to press a kiss on his lips.

Seungmin

You and Seungmin had a small disagreement before you had to leave and go to the studio. You could’ve stayed at home, but you were their stylist and they needed you for the shoot they were doing today. Even though you were with Seungmin the entire day, he barely mumbled words to you, only allowing you to do his makeup. You frowned at his behavior, deciding to talk to him about it after his shoot. The hour finally came and you were left with Seungmin at the dressing room, his eyes shut as he leaned against the sofa. You quietly made your way towards him, your figure towering over him. He peeked to see you standing in front of him. He grabbed on your wrist and pulled you so that you were seated on his lap.

“I’m sorry. I missed you, let’s stop fighting please.”

Jeongin

Jeongin was doing a live, late night in the studio. You were behind the camera the entire time he was live. Watching him greet his fans, you smiled as you watched him happy in front of the screen. Though it was getting late, and you were tired. You could always leave early and wait for him but you thought that it would be rude. So you sat in the corner while you waited for him to finish. As soon as he did, you practically ran to his lap. Pressing kisses on his face. A panic expression washed over his face when he noticed that he didn’t end the live. Reaching over, he frantically exited out of the app.

“Well, now the whole world knows how whipped you are for me.”

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Figure it Out pt 8 smutty smut time

Hinawa x fem!reader.

SFW Parts 1-7 on @honeypirate

Look I don’t know if this good at all. I hope it is. I’m so nervous to post lol. Anyway if it’s terrible you didn’t read it and this never happened

It’s been a week since you made it official and filed the paperwork. Your team all laughing, making your cheeks flush since they all already knew. Obi collected his winnings from the bet they made and you and Hinawa both shot him a glare causing him to laugh. “Bet on what you know you can win” is all he says with a shrug.

You were taking it slow with him, because yes your ribs still hurt a little, but also because you wanted to do this right. Sure you’ve both been with other people before, old relationships or drunk mistakes, but this was something you both wanted to do right. But sleeping next to him at night was getting rough, you couldn’t sleep well anymore.

now it has been another week and youre beginning to get restless (read: extremely horny) and you’re beginning to think that maybe he wasnt interested in you sexually. Your ribs felt almost fine! And he still hasn’t touched you!

You’re sitting on the rooftop with your knees pulled under your chin, biting your lip and worrying. You need to talk to him about this but you feel so nervous, you don’t want him to think you’re pressuring him or anything. You want it to be natural. But god damn taking care of yourself just isn’t cutting it anymore. You couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to touch you, to slowly undress you and kiss every inch of your-

“Why do I always find you up here?” You laugh a little stiffly, like he caught you doing something wrong, like he would somehow know you were thinking impure thoughts about him. “What can I say? I like the view” he sits beside you and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles like usual and ending butterflies to your stomach. You thought about his slowly lips kissing you elsewhere and felt your cheeks heat up.

“Take’?” You whisper, your voice trembling and nervous. He looks over to you with his eyebrows furrowed “what’s wrong?” He knows something is, he can feel your palm sweating and can practically feel your nerves flow into him. “Do you..” you clear your throat and pull your hand from his, bringing them to hide your face, making sure your lips were free so you could be heard so you wouldn’t have to repeat yourself “do you think I’m attractive, sexually?” You say, quietly but he heard you nonetheless.

He waits for a moment before a laugh escapes his throat, your worry turns to annoyance and anger to cover how hurt you felt with him laughing at you. You feel tears burn your eyes as you press your palms to the ground, rushing to try to leave but the moment he sees your face he’s quiet and reaching out for you, pulling you to his chest.

“I’m sorry” he whispered as you gripped his chest but with those words you stopped fighting him. “I didn’t mean to laugh. You just caught me off guard with your absurd question” you humph into him, it wasn’t absurd. It was a normal question. “Okay okay. It wasn’t absurd. But come on y/n. I love you. I love you with my whole being. Why wouldn’t I find you sexually attractive?” You lean back and look into his eyes, he sees the hurt and the fear there and it makes his heart crack. He didn’t even know he was making you feel this way “then why won’t you ever try and make a move? What am I supposed to think? God Takehisa I’m going crazy here. I sleep beside you at night in just your shirt and you don’t touch me. I see you and I know how fucking delicious you are and I’m so fucking h-“ your eyes widen and you stop talking. He’s smiling, a knowing look in his eye as he cups your cheeks, wiping away the stray frustrated tears. “I love you so much he says and you blush. “I love-“ he gives you a look that says let me finish and you pout, making him kiss you softly and continue “I’m sorry” he whispers “If you could know what has run through my head when I see you, when you sleep beside me, when you kiss me and straddle me. Fuck baby girl. You drive me wild. I think we just have some miscommunication here. Now princess,” you feel your skin begin to tingle and your blood rush between your thighs as you unintentionally squeeze them together at his use of the word princess “oh we like that did we?” He raises an eyebrow and you nod slowly, your face flushing “now, princess, finish your sentence” he was so commanding and the look of lust in his eyes made you weak “I’m so goddamn horny. I’m so frustrated.” He kisses you softly and then leans into your ear “baby girl, you never told me your ribs were better. I didn’t know you weren’t in pain anymore” you whimper softly and he feels his cock twitch.

Again. The goddamn moment was ruined by Maki. But this time she just opened the door and yelled since she knew of your relationship “dinner is ready!” Then the door slams closed and you sigh as you press your forehead against his shoulder.

You decide to tease him some before you left the rooftop, you had a few minutes so why not? You move your body so you weren’t just leaning against him and now we’re straddling one of his thighs. You lean forward and kiss his cheek, reaching up to hold his face as you kissed sloppily and sweetly on and around his lips as he sighs and shudders against you, his hands gripping your hips.

“Takehisa” you whisper breathlessly into his ear and he gets the goosebumps, his cock straining against his boxers already rock hard. “Fuck Kitten” he mumbles, panting against your lips “let’s go get dinner then” you say in a teasing manner before more sloppy kisses. He growls deep in his chest as nips at your bottom lip. You chuckle and pull back to gently bite his ear lobe before whispering “do you want me?” He grips your chin and pulls your face back to him, kissing you hungrily, his tongue slipping past your lips as he kisses you deeply. “Yes” he says panting pulling back to look into your needy blown eyes “I need you” you whimper against his lips and he moves then, like he finally knew what to do. He swiftly pulls you to his arms and carries you swiftly to his bedroom.

He sets you gently in the bed, the walk to his room was quick, avoiding everyone easily and he came to his senses a little more as he took a knee in front of you. Reaching up he cups your cheek softly “my pretty girl” he whispers and you smile, your heart was so full.

You kiss his palm and run your fingers theough his hair. He smiles softly up at you, looking at you like you’re an angel. He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles “We don’t have to do anything if you’re uncomfortable or in pain” he mumbles as he kisses your fingertips. You reach out and brush his cheek as he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. “Takehisa if you don’t fuck me im going to lose my mind” you whisper and he turns, swiftly capturing your lips with his own. He cupped your cheek, his large hand soft and gentle as it moved to grab a fist of your hair. You reach out and slip your fingers underneath the hem of his shirt, making him moan softly when your fingers touch the skin on his sides. You smile against his kisses, his tongue reaching out to lick your top lip as you slide your fingers up his sides, pushing his shirt up high. He breaks away to pull it over his head and you sigh softly, taking in his form in the light of the soft lamp. You bite your knuckle with a blush and a grin, he chuckles softly and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” You whisper and he gasps into a shocked chuckle “no I don’t believe they have” you move to kneel on the bed, running your fingers up his stomach and chest before leaning down, kissing and licking up the side of his neck to his ear “beautiful” you whisper before licking a slow stripe on the edge of his ear making him shudder.

He reaches up, taking a soft hold on your chin and guiding your face to meet his, he looks into your eyes for a moment before smiling and pressing his lips to yours in a slow and heated kiss. Heat pulsed out of your body, your skin tingling, panting against him as his fingers traced up your spine as he took your shirt off. You shivered from the cool air, sending goosebumps across your arms.

He pulls back and looks down at you, sure he’s seen you when he patched you up but he never let himself admire or pay attention. But now, now he wants to see you, he needs to admire and pay attention. His fingers trace from your fingers against his chest to your shoulder, your skin tingling in their wake, and you blush. “I’ve never known anything with more beauty than what I am looking at right now” he whispers as he cups your cheeks making your breath hitch as your stomach flips. You lean forward and pull his face down to yours, kissing him hard as you pull his back down to the bed.

Laying on your back with him above you you wrap your legs around his waist as you reach behind you, unhooking your bra and sliding it slowly down your arms. “Fuck” falls from his lips as he looks down at you, his cock straining against his boxers and jeans. You cover your face with your hands and he laughs, reaching out to move them away he leans down to kiss you “you’re perfect kitten” he whispers against your lips before kissing you one more time and then moving down, kissing your neck and left shoulder down until his breath fanned against your hardened nipples. You sighed softly and it turned into a moan when his lips wrapped around the nub. His fingers reach up to play with your other as his tongue swipes around your sensitive nub. His name falling your lips between moans, your fingers in his hair, gently pulling when his teeth bite down. You grind against him, feeling how hard he was under his jeans and gasping at the size.

His hand reaches down, slipping beneath your cotton shorts and resting against the top of your panties. He pulls up and looks into your eyes, his pupils blown as he gives you a soft kiss “do you still -.” You moan and pull him back down to a kiss that was probably a little too sloppy “Lieutenant” you say in a commanding tone and he smirks “I love you. Thank you for being through about making sure that I want this. But I swear to god if you don’t touch me soon I’m gonna take care of it myself” he chuckles softly at your words but the look in his eyes makes you soak your panties. Hungry, needy, fully of love and desire for you.

“I’ve been wanting this for so long. I need you.” He all but growls and you groan, his fingers pushing under your panties, his middle fingers sliding through your folds and you moan together when he connects with your drenched core. “You’re so wet for me princess. I’m so proud.” He moans against your neck as his fingers move up and down through your folds, just barely missing the spot you needed.

His teeth connect with your skin and you moan “please” you whisper and he moans “please what princess? Tell me” he leans up to look into your eyes again and you claw at his chest “please make me cum, Sir” you whisper and he kisses you hard, his fingers hitting your clit making you moan into his mouth. His fingers expertly twisted around your clit, slowly increasing the pressure until your fingers dig into his shoulders “please please can I.. I need” your voice is breathy and trembly as you reach your end. he presses his forehead into yours, his fingers retreating from your panties making you groan and him chuckle. “I want to taste you when you cum” he whispers and you feel your walls clench as you drip into your panties

He pulls back and undoes his jeans, you go to take off your bottoms but he stops you “no. I want to” you blush but nod and watch as he unzips his jeans and pushes them down his legs leaving him in his red boxers. His cock was straining against the thin fabric leaving nothing to your imagination. You moan as you feel yourself dripping even more. “I’ve seen you look at cake this way” he says and you laugh with a smile as you look up at him, pure love and desire in your eyes. “you have not! I know for a fact I’ve never wanted a piece of cake to fuck me” he growls and kneels on the bed,l between your legs. He kisses between your breasts as he twists your nipples in his hands, soft whimpers falling from your lips. He moves down slowly, leaving a trail of kisses before he’s unbuttoning and slowly unzipping your jeans. He looks up into your eyes as he pulls down your jeans and undies slowly, tossing them to the side.

He sighs softly with a little smile as he takes you in, naked, beautiful on his bed. His hands run through his hair as he takes off his glasses which were already smudged to hell. He kneels by your feet as he looks up your body, admiring every aspect until his eyes meet yours “y/n” he whispers but it comes out like a growl. You smile softly and wink at him and he smirks, leaning down to kiss you. This kiss was different than the last, it conveyed all of the love he feels for you.

You pull him down so you can kiss and suck across his neck “Please” you whisper in his ear and he groans “tell me sweet girl” his hand grips your hip and you moan into his ear “please make me cum” he moans when you bite his neck.

His lips travel down your chest, licking your right nipple before continuing further down, he placed a kiss on each hip before slowly spreading your legs, groaning at the sight of your slick dripping through your folds. His cock twitches as he runs his two middle fingers through your folds. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open your mouth hungrily licking them clean “good girl” he says as he leans down, kissing and biting along your thigh, leaving small hickies before finally slowly licking through your folds.

Your hands tug on his hair making him moan against you, his hot tongue licking and sucking your clit. The sounds you were making were like music to his ears, he’s never heard anything more delicious. His two middle fingers circle your entrance making you sigh and whimper as they slowly enter you. “Fuck fuck yes please” you mutter as he curls then and begins to pump at the perfect pace. Your nerves begin to coil as tingles flood your body, familiar eurphoris builds as you tease your nipples “please please sir can I cum?” He chuckles and kisses your clit softly “cum for me princess” he mumbles before sucking your clit and hitting that perfect spot with his fingers has your whole body trembling as the cord snaps.

Strings of curses and thank yous fall from your lips as you twitch against his tongue as he slowly licks across your clit lazily as you ride your high. “Kiss me” you whisper through your pants and he crawls up to you and smashes his lips to yours, your tongue wraps around his and you taste yourself in his tongue. your legs wrap around his waist, pressing against his bulge making him moan against your mouth as you rub your slit against his hard cock, he can feel your wet soaking through his boxers. “Fuck Me” you mumble against his lips and he moans again and kisses you hungrily.

“Can I?” You ask as he pulls back to pull off his boxers. He blushes, he actually blushes as his chin still shines with your slick. How beautiful he was. He nods slowly and you rise, dropping to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your long lashes. He feels like he is in heaven, the girl he’s in love with loves him back. Your breath catches as you gasp, his boxers pulled down his knees and his cock springing up, long and thick, a vein down either side, you knew it was big but actually seeing it was different. You moan and your mouth waters as you lick your lips “can I..” you look up into his eyes from his gleaming tip and he groans as he reaches out to cup your cheek as he guides you to his cock.

He moans as your tongue wraps around his head, you lick down the side as you look up at him and he bites his lip as he moans “your mouth feels so good princess you’re treat me so well” you moan and take him as deep as you can, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your hands around what won’t fit. “Fuuck shit” he mumbles as he ruts into your mouth you nod against him and his hand is tightening in his hair as he fucks into your mouth, you moan around his length and he moans before pulling out. “you’re breathtaking” he says and he leans down to kiss you, sloppy and spitty before he’s picking you up into his arms and sitting you in his lap, your legs straddling him as you lick and bite across his shoulder

“Are you ready?” He whispers as he drags his cock head through your dripping folds “fuck me Takehisa” you mumble against his neck and he groans as slides his cock through your folds once more then presses into you. You gasp when the head enters you, a delightful pain from the stretch that burned slightly. He gives you a moment to adjust before he’s guiding your hips farther down. You bite his shoulder and moan as your ass hits his thighs, his cock deep inside you and stretching you out perfectly.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight” he pants and you whine and kiss his neck “so full. You’re so big” he kisses the side of your head as you wait to adjust to his size “you’re doing so good princess. Taking me so well. You’re so hot and tight. So perfect. My perfect princess” he mumbles against your head and you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulder as you begin to move your hips against his.

He brings your lips to his as he begins to fuck up into you, his grip tight against your hips and you wouldn’t be surprised if you found bruises later. You move you knees farther up as you push him down to his back and gasp into his mouth as he begins to hit that perfect spongy spot. His arms wrap around your back as he hugs your sweaty chest to his own, he fucks harder up into you and faster as you feel that cord tighten, heat and tingles pulsing through your veins. “I’m so close” you moan and run your fingers up his sides and across his ribs you couldn’t quite move with his tight hold around your ribs but you needed to have your hands on him as much as you can

“Wait for me princess” he growls and you nod as you whimper, the short cut hair on his chest pressed to yours rubbed against your nipples adding to the sensations he was putting you through. “Please!” You moan and he stops, an action that he hates himself for to lean down to your ear “please what princess?” He growls into your ear and you groan as your fingers scratch down his chest “please sir” you whine and he kisses the side of your head softly “that’s my girl” he says before he resumes bucking his hips up into your cunt, fucking up into you with renewed speed as the sounds of him inside of you filling the room “cum for me princess” he demands against your lips and you feel the cord snap, your body responding immediately as your cunt squeezes his cock as you cum, harder than you ever had alone. You whimper and shudder in his arms, he can feel every tremor rack your body and it makes his cock strain as he gets to his peak. “Cum inside of me. Please ” you mumble between whimpers, your eyes rolling into your head as you feel his hot cum hit your walls, his moans and whimpers right in your ear for you to hear. Both if you mumbling I love yous into the other's skin.

He stays within you as you lay there catching your breath. His fingers attacking up and down your spine. “How are you feeling?” He asks and you laugh “I feel amazing. Thank you” you say as you lean up against his chest. He cups your cheek “I love you” he whispers and you blush “I love you too”.

You feel empty when he finally pulls out, feeling weird about how you wish he was back inside of you already. He chuckles at your frown “what’s that about?” He asks and your cheeks flush in embarrassment “I just feel so empty now” he laughs and kisses your cheek “you’re perfect” he whispers and you laugh as he holds out his hand to you, pulling you to stand with him.

“Should we head to dinner?” You say with a chuckle and he smiles “maybe we should get cleaned up first” he says and kisses your lips softly “and then maybe after dinner we can have round two” he whispers against your ear and you giggle, goosebumps running up your back.

[thisisthehardestthing]

4 Months - Tanaka x fem!reader, NSFW

Y’all read my fucking mind. Okay, I got a bit carried away with this one, it’s about 2.5k. I’m so sorry.

@froppysgirl​​ I hope you like it

NSFW 3 - Tanaka Ryunosuke: “I swear im going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.” Warnings: public sex, swearing, unprotected sex

“Dude, it’s been about four months since I’ve gotten laid.”

Tanaka’s confession comes out of nowhere, catching Nishinoya off-guard, making him choke on a sip of beer. The two old friends are in the college dorm lounge area, playing video games and drinking. Noya sputters out the liquid, coughing and beating on his chest as he looks at Tanaka with wide eyes.

“Dude, no,” he gasps, the words laced with disbelief.

“Oh, ya, believe it.”

Tanaka raises his hands above his head, stretching out his spine, cracking the entire length before leaning back on the sofa, downing the final sips of his beer. The empty bottle is placed precariously close to the edge of the coffee table, right next to his feet; an accident waiting to happen. He rubs a hand over his buzzcut, feeling the way the hairs bend against his palm and prickle at his scalp, he lets out a frustrated groan. Noya pauses the game, grabbing a handful of chips from the bowl set between them, turning, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Damn, you must be really lame in bed, Ryu,” he laughs, crunching on more chips, washing it down with beer. “What if word got around and that’s why no one wants to sleep with you?”

With flames dancing in his eyes, Tanaka throws a couch cushion at Noya’s face, which the spunky man easily dodges, ducking before pulling back up with an even wider grin than before. He’s cackling at the expression on his sexually frustrated friend.

“Bro, it’s not funny.” Tanaka groans, bringing a closed beer between his teeth to open it.

“It is a little.” Noya counters, going back to the game, folding his legs underneath his body.

Most of the dorm residents are out for the night, off to a frat party which meant the building was quiet and they’re left to their own mischief.

“What are you going to do about it?” Noya pipes up after a few minutes, alluding to Tanaka’s dry spell. The shaved-haired man furrows his brows in thought.

“You know what? I swear, I’m going to fuck the next person that comes through that door.” Ryu points over his shoulder at the entrance of the dorms. Both men turn, half expecting fate to work and for someone, anyone, to stumble in, but it remains closed. Noya barks out a laugh and Ryu sulks, grumbling under his breath at his luck.

“Even if it’s a dude?” he’s howling now, tears pricking at the edges of his eyes, clutching at his gut.

“Whatever, man, I’d fuck anyone right about now.”

That makes Noya shut up, head snapping up, eyes wide as he wipes at his tears.

“Even--”

“Yeah, even her.”

“Dude.”

Tanaka just nods, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of you. God, everything about you drives him wild, sets him on edge. You had him wrapped around your little finger and you didn’t even know it. He was usually so forward about his feelings, however, with one look from you and his heart drops to his stomach and all words fly out of his mind.

“Nah, you’re too chicken.” Noya teases, shaking his head, his blonde fringe swaying like a metronome. Tanaka has half the mind to smack his bestie on the back of his head but just takes another swig instead.

“I really wo--”

And just like that, fate decides to jump in and the door slams open, laughter and noise from outside trickling in. Both men whip their heads around to stare at the incoming party. Noya stifles a laugh when he realises who just walked in.

“Ryu, there’s your chance,” he whispers, nudging his friend's knee with a foot, face giddy with glee.

“Shut up.” Ryu seethes back, shoving the foot away, but his breath hitches as he glances at the door again.

You stride into the room, smile bright and dress short, giggling with a mischievous glint in your eyes. You turn to the boys that had walked you back to the dorms, seeing their fallen faces as you wish them goodnight and close the door. Tanaka and Nishinoya peer over the back of the couch to watch you bend over to take your heels off, rolling and flexing your ankles and toes, the hem of the thin material riding up a little higher. Noya can’t help but snicker at Tanaka’s starstruck face, kicking him once again to pull his friend out of the stupor, a little too late.

As you stand up, heels in one hand, you catch Ryu’s stare, your smile faltering as you feel warmth bloom on your cheeks. Fuck, you had no idea he would be in tonight. He looks so good, dangerous even. You see the glint of a gold chain underneath his black t-shirt, making you want to tug on it, pull him closer, feel those lips on your neck. You bite your lip, you should not be having these thoughts now, but the way he’s staring makes your heart slow. You see Tanaka’s friend in your peripheral, and you want to turn away to let them hang out, but your body moves before you realise what’s happening. It must be the liquid courage in your veins, egging you on.

With your free hand, your ghost your fingers up your thigh, lifting the hem of your dress slightly on the side, inching it higher until it shows off the side of your hip, the lace of your thong, before you drop it with a smirk and a wink. Tanaka licks his lips, glancing from you to Noya, who had somehow missed it, eyes back on the TV. Your movement makes his eyes snap back and he catches the end of it, seeing the thong drop to the floor around your ankles, and you step out of it, nudging it forwards just a little before turning to leave, swaying your hips as you walk to your room.

Tanaka claps his hands together, a smile wide on his face, shocking Noya with the sudden energetic action. Noya raises an eyebrow, looks over his shoulder at the small black article of clothing on the floor and rolls his eyes. Ryu looks at him, a pleading look that says, ‘I know it’s bro’s before hoe’s, but please’. Noya nods.

“Alright! See ya later, bro.”

Tanaka practically leaps over the back of the sofa, running to pick up your thong, stuffing it into his pants pocket as he turns the corner of the room. He jogs lightly to catch up with your retreating back right as you reach the elevator, the same mischievous grin on your face.

You’re leaning against the wall, arms crossed underneath your breasts, peering up at him.

“Hi there,” you breathe, and you see the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. You know he likes you, and you can’t help yourself as you tease him. You want him too, after all.

“Hey yourself,” Tanaka greets, hand pulling out of his pocket to dangle the thong between your bodies, “you dropped these.” The smile on his face is lascivious, and you can’t help but clench your core in response, feeling a growing wetness pool between your legs.

“Thanks,” you reply, taking them as the door to the elevator opens and you push past to get in. Tanaka is glued to the spot, head following your body, thoughts running through his mind.

Are you serious? Do you want this? Is he too tipsy? Are you tipsy? The elevator doors start to close but grind to a halt, your hand slamming between them as they reopen.

“Ryunosuke, are you coming?”

The way his name rolls off your tongue sets his heart ablaze and he jumps into the elevator as though it was a life raft, pressing you up against the cold mirror. You let out a little squeal as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you close to him and your arms hang past his neck, your shoes still in one hand, and your underwear in the other. You can feel the strength in his grip as your body is pressed against his muscular chest, breasts tight to his body, lips mere inches apart. He’s hesitant, and you shut your eyes, leaning that distance to capture his lips in a kiss, using your forearms to deepen it. He groans at your touch, hands instantly moving lower to tap your legs and you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist as your back is flat against the elevator. Your heads twist, lips melding, breathing heavily, and you open your eyes to find your reflection on the opposite side. It makes you moan, and you feel the stiffness of his cock between your legs, aware at how there’s nothing covering your sex. Your inner thighs squeeze in response, your hips grinding down as his thrust slightly, creating a delicious friction to your clit, but you’re so empty, and all of a sudden, very, very horny.

You drop the things in your hands, ignoring the dull thud against the floor, bringing your palm to cup the back of his neck, turning your cheek to kiss along his jaw and up to his ear. Tanaka imitates you, lips leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, you stare at your reflection again, your reflection within the reflection; you can see his face, how his eyes are squeezed shut in concentration, how he moans into your skin, the vibrations making your spine tingle. It’s almost too much. You want him now, and from the way he’s devouring your taste, you can tell he wants you just as badly. You pull away, back of your head resting against the wall and stare into his eyes, which are dark, lidded, ready to eat.

“I want you inside me.” You say, ignoring the fact that you’re still in the elevator, in public.

“What if someone sees?” Tanaka asks, voice hoarse, but he’s already shifting you to awkwardly pull down the waistband of his athletic shorts and boxers. You reach over, pressing the emergency stop button, realising at the same time that you’d never actually pressed your floor button, you were still on ground. The anticipation that anyone could’ve walked in makes your cunt clench.

“There. Now please Ryu, I need you inside me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispers, “condom?” he asks, ever a gentleman. It makes you smile, and your heart decides to flutter at the words, realising just how sweet he is underneath his loud actions. You shake your head, resting your forehead against his.

“I’m on the pill,” you say.

It’s all he needs, restraint breaking as he teases the silken head of his cock against your folds. You suppress a moan between clamped lips, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, and he slowly starts to inch into you. Your eyes fling open, feeling how he’s stretching you. Fuck, he’s bigger than you thought, and your eyes roll back in your head. The tip of his cock is inside you, and he gives you a moment to adjust, peppering kisses and bites to your cheeks and nose and lips, before starting to thrust slowly, shallow. You feel how you’re leaking down his cock, your juices gliding between your sexes and soon each thrust becomes deeper, harder, faster, until the fingers holding up your legs are bruising and Tanaka pants with each inhale, knocking broken whines from your throat.

“Yes, Ryu, you’re so god damn big,” you praise, feeling some drool slip from the corner of your lips. His tongue is there, licking it up and you clench around another thrust. He’s secretly filthy underneath, and it makes you grin. He grunts in response, your words spurring him on even faster.

It’s been way too long since he’d fucked anything, and you feel even more delicious around his dick than he ever imagined. The way your walls clench around him, pulling him in deeper. He wants you to come undone around his cock so badly. He drops one of your legs down, bending his knees slightly to accommodate your height, keeping the other leg up, stretching you open. The new angle makes you cry out and you bite your tongue, remembering you’re still in public, and his friend is in the living room. Oh, that’s so fucking fantastic.

A finger taps your lips and you eagerly open to suck on them, before they’re pulled out and are on your clit, rolling and rubbing circles that wind you up closer to orgasm. You can’t stop saying his name, the word tumbling from your lips like a broken record, a prayer, and Tanaka can’t stop his movements, eternally entranced from hearing your voice. He never wants it to disappear. He feels his release piling up, and he clenches his teeth.

“I’m close,” he breathes into your ear, and you can only moan, feeling how he starts to rub your clit harder, flipping a switch in your brain, letting you come undone around his cock, seeing white and black and stars, your heart pounding in your ears as your thighs tremble between his body. With a grunt, your clenching walls pull his release from him, painting you with the same white that you saw behind your eyelids.

Your legs are shaky as you stand and he pulls out, bringing your body close to his in a hug. Your forehead rests on his shoulder, breathing heavily as you twitch from the aftereffect of your orgasm.

“Shit,” you hear Ryu curse, and you roll your face to look at him, the slight panic on his features, “I’m sorry, I came inside, I didn’t even ask you.”

“It’s fine,” you laugh, placing a small kiss on his shirt, feeling the collarbone beneath, “really, it’s okay, I liked it.”

His grip on you relaxes and he pulls away slowly, suddenly bashful and avoiding your gaze. He tucks himself back into his pants and turns to pick up your things. You take them with a smile, kissing his cheek quickly, before putting the lace thong into his pocket.

“Huh? What-” he starts, but you put a finger to his lips before trailing it down his chin, grabbing that gold chain you noticed earlier, tugging it so that his lips connect with your own once more. They’re so warm, moist, inviting, and you sigh into him.

“Keep them, Ryunosuke. You can give them back when we go on a date.”

The grin that erupts onto his lips is in no way equal to the elation he feels inside, pulling you tight into a hug. Some banging on the elevator door pulls you both away, blushes creeping up your necks at the sudden intrusion.

“You guys finally done fucking?” Nishinoya calls out, incredibly turned on from the lewd noises he had to endure from the other side.

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[mirrorforevers]

graham/reader • and i love him

hmmmmmm so

i wrote a lil smutty n angsty gra/fem!reader fic set in the late 90s and im kinda proud of it ‼️

👉🏼 👈🏼 

this is my first work for the blur fandom and im Nervous bc i haven’t been writing for a while and english is not my first language but hope u guys enjoy it anyway - if you enjoy it enough i’ll post it on ao3 too, aight? also this hasn’t been beta’ed by anyone so yeah. also feel free to send me a message if u want to beta it in case you wanna see it there. aaaaaaaaa

tw: alcoholism

You haven't been sleeping very well these days.

Any noise, no matter how insignificant, would wake you up. When there weren't noises, there were nightmares that you were losing him - those were the worst nights. Many times you woke up crying because everything was so real, and you couldn't have peace even in your moment of rest.

Sometimes it was difficult to love him.

The memories of the long lazy days you spent watching TV, painting each other's backs and tasting all sorts of bizarre treats he brought from the different countries he travelled to with his band were gradually replaced by memories of corrosive words exchanged between the two of you and moments where either you or he ended up crying in each other's arms - out of shame, out of despair, out of frustration. But that didn't mean that you were loving him any less, just that your individual tribulations sometimes got too heavy even to share.

You knew he was going through a very difficult time, but he didn't open up to you very much about it and it frustrated you on a level that you could barely describe. Being in a serious relationship was something so new to you, and it helped you so much in your bad times, and you just couldn't understand why he didn't trust you like you trusted him. "It's not that I don't trust you, you're the most important person in the world to me," he'd typically say. "It's such a terrible feeling, and I just want it to go away. I don't even like to talk about it."

This is the same thing he says to you with teary eyes as the hot water in the shower wets your skin and his. For the third time that week, you had to help him, without even having the opportunity to take your own clothes off, to take off his clothes that smelled unbearably of alcohol and sweat and to take a shower. You no longer had the strength to argue or lecture him, and your silence of resignation somehow seemed to hurt him even more. He tried to bring up other subjects and remind you of good things, and your throat seemed to close more and more. Before your eyes could also fill with tears, you just left a small, shaky "Gra, please... let's just get this over with." escape from your lips. He got the message, maybe. And he agreed to have his hair washed in silence.

After you help him dry off and choose clean underwear, sleep got the best of him and then it was your turn to take a shower and try to sleep. You swore he was asleep a long time ago, when, just before you fell asleep, you heard an almost whispered, fragile "I love you" coming from the other side of the bed. It somehow hurt you more than it should - it's been so long since you've wanted to hear it from the man you truly know - a sober Graham, a little unsure of himself but a guy with such a full and gentle heart. You knew that his problem with drinking was not just the search for overcoming that insecurity, but a constant attempt to escape from the reality that, years before, he thought he wanted to be part of. And as for that, there was not much for you to do. But you still missed it so much in another context, in what now seems to be an eternity ago.

By some miracle, you did not wake up in the middle of the night due to some noise caused by Graham or due to some nightmare, but only in the morning thanks to the sunlight illuminating your face. But Graham was no longer on your side, and you closed your eyes, sighing. Another long day without him among thousands of rehearsals and concerts and meetings and photoshoots he had to attend, which anticipated yet another long night of ill-resolved fights.

"I'm terribly sorry for fucking up again." And then you opened your eyes. There he was, now with a shirt over the underwear you chose for him, his voice as low as ever. Without his glasses.

Finally, the Graham you knew. Your eyes light up and you move to get up from the comfortable bed you shared when he interrupts you. "No, stay right there."

"I've been missing you." You say with an almost whiny voice, a faint but genuine smile taking over your expressions. "Don't you have *anything* to do today?" You ask, as he pulls out a camera to photograph you in your current position - messy hair, while wearing only his t-shirt. You don't hide from the clicks. After being satisfied with the result, he positions himself between your legs, and you spend a few minutes in silence in that position, face to face, just reading each other's expressions so closely.

It was very difficult not to love the beautiful boy in front of you.

"I do." And with that, he places a very soft and loving kiss on your lips, which slowly incorporates the latent desire burning on both of you. It's so good not to taste the alcohol, just the mouthwash with the touch of a cigarette that he just smoked. He only stops after a few more long pecks, calmly brushing away some of the strands of hair off your face, "I'm sorry for being such a cunt. Things are being very difficult for me lately."

You look away from him so you don't cry. This subject really breaks your heart. "Things are very difficult for me too."

He calmly brings your face up to look at him again. "They don't have to be. I don't want to make you go through this. I swear I will try to get help."

This is not the first time he has said this. But you pretend to believe him. And this time, you start the kiss, a little more fervently than before. Perhaps this is a silent agreement between you two. You feel something slowly grow beneath you, and you move against the feeling, making you both gasp softly in the middle of the kiss. The lips part, and then he looks into your eyes deeply again, both foreheads touching - as he silently asks you for permission to make it up to you. You just nod between heavy shared breaths. He goes to kiss you intensely, albeit very lovingly, while slowly lowering his hand to your clit, where he begins a slow circular movement. You close your eyes, and he pleads, quietly – “Keep looking at me, love”.

Gradually, you start to grind harder against his talented fingers, and when he realizes that your body is prepared enough (and quickly expresses it to you - "fuck, you really missed me", making your cheeks burn), he inserts two fingers into you, while insisting on the circular movements that delighted you so much. You're having goosebumps and you slowly feel that delicious wave of heat build up in you as he continues with his movements. You surprise him by kissing his neck slowly between timid but sincere moans that gradually escape from you. His voice trembles with arousal. "This is all about you, love. But that's quite nice." When he feels your body stiffen, and hears your moans become more urgent, he stops his movements and gives you a kiss on the cheek that borders on mockery, giving a small laugh with your grunt of protest. He mutters a small "Be patient baby, please. Come on my mouth instead.". Graham's hoarse voice in your ear almost kills you. He raises the hand that was stimulating you in an absurd way seconds before to lift and remove your shirt, basking in the sight of your breasts - hands sliding down your sides, he lifts your chest to his mouth, which makes you happy but it does not meet 100% of your needs. He knows that. And he wants to take his sweet time while his talented tongue takes turns between each of your breasts for a while, eliciting smaller moans from you but still giving you so much pleasure.

Honestly, what a view. His big brown eyes, when not closed due to his determination and focus on making you feel good, sometimes fixes on yours and the cloud of attraction between you two almost becomes tangible. Then, he quickly lifts up to give your mouth a sensuous kiss while his hand then makes its way down your body, taking a detour at your already sensible breasts to grab one and give it a slow squeeze. "You're so fucking beautiful. I love you." His pure adoration for you drips from his voice, and you feel like you're about to burst from how much in love and horny you are.

"I love you too."

He gives you that goddamn smile that melts you every time before he lowers himself again, this time placing his head between your thighs while snaking his arms above them, trapping you in what is about to be a hell of a great time. He begins on an exploratory pace, then gradually starts eating you out with passion, though not forgetting to be gentle enough so he doesn't hurt you or seems inexperienced. That he *really* isn't.

He moans deliciously on your clit the moment your grip on his hair tightens - he loves it when you're rougher with him, a sub at heart, really, though he's undoubtedly getting better at dealing with your more submissive side lately. Your body is reacting in the prettiest ways, and he recognizes it's the time for his fingers to be inside of you again. You have to contain yourself not to wake up your neighbors with the sound of your excitement, and you bite your finger. You can't help but buck your hips in response to the stimulation. “Gra–God. I--I need to--”

“Keep still, darling. I know what you need,” His eyes are gleaming with mischief when one of his hands moves to rest on your waist so he can hold you in place. It's too much, and when he hears your quiet pleas and sees your back arching and the frozen expression of pure pleasure in your face, he intensifies his movements and you freeze - your legs twitch and he lets you ride your orgasm freely on his gorgeous, hungry mouth.

You looked down to see his chin was resting on your stomach as he gazed up at you with *that* infatuated look that suited him so well along with the cheekiest smile - he keeps his thoughts to himself before his suggestion makes your satisfied smile grow even wider: "Let's spend the day together. I still feel like I owe a lot to you.".

[aureumjeon]

tiptoed his way (m) || kth

pairing; taehyung x reader. genre; roommate!au; smut; fluff; angst. warnings; breaking and entering, unintended voyeurism, female masturbation, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex via doggy style, choking, tae suffers from MSS(Monster Schlong Syndrome lol), that’s about it.  word count; 6.4K (unedited im sorry :()

summary; ➜ Taehyung found himself locked out of your shared home and there were only two options to successfully get inside. (1) Wake you up from your sleep and face the wrath that’ll follow, (2) Think like a burglar and enter through your window. (Un)fortunately for him, he picks the latter.

taglist; @bella-victoria002  @chaitaewithkookies @saddiesan  @wehadnochoice  @knjhe @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @livorna @taetaeobsessed @erisann  @thoughtsfromfaroffplaces @wickizer

a/n: the old gif doesnt work i dunno what i did wrong :(

“I’ll be out ‘til late, y/n! Don’t wait up for me.” Taehyung hollered while lacing his worn out white high-cut converse in the entryway. Hoping his voice would reach the end of the hallway where you were currently cooped in in your room. 

 “Alright! Stay safe!” Not bothering to leave your room, you answered back. Voice echoing through and bouncing off the dry walls. After waiting a few minutes, you heard the door slam shut with a thud. You cautiously tiptoed your way to the direction of your door, slightly opening the solid block of wood and peeking through the narrow crack you made. With no Taehyung in sight, you pumped your fist in the air and cheered victoriously. You finally have the house to yourself. You beamed with delight scurrying yourself over to the kitchen to make yourself a hot steaming bowl of instant ramen. 

 Taehyung and Jungkook had been your room mates since you can remember. It was freshman year of college, and you were looking for a cheap place to stay with the money you saved up working as a part-time student during your last year of highschool. A friend had introduced you to Jungkook, saying they needed one more person to split the bill with, broke college students need to support each other. At first you were hesitant, a girl living with two boys in a shared house wasn’t you initial plan but as the days go by since you first moved it, you got to know Taehyung and Jungkook a little more. Your friendship with them had gotten greater, the three of you were inseverable and you treasured them to bits! 

 Although in the four years you’ve been boarding together, every now and then they can really get on your nerves; letting the dirty dishes stack up at the sink until molds would flourish on the left over food; leaving the empty carton of milk in the fridge just as you’re planning to enjoy it with cereal or maybe a pack of Oreos; bags of chips and boxes of pizza scattered on all parts of the living room floor whenever they’d have movie night on Fridays with Jimin and Hoseok; and last but not least, the thing that they always do that grinds your gears the most, their dirty laundry in every corner, nook, and cranny of the house. Stinky socks, sweaty shirts, crusty jeans and even used underwear, you name it!

One time you had guests over; all girls might you add, studying for a group project in chemistry. Oh poor, sweet Yeri… Her unsullied innocence mercilessly corrupted by Jungkook’s disgusting underwear that had a suspicious dried up patch of white something on the crotch area of the small fabric. Yeri almost fainted when she pulled out the article of clothing from the kitchen caddy, flinging it across the room to where the other girls were. You scolded Jungkook the same day, advising him to keep all his stuff where it needed to be kept and on top of that to apologize to the poor girl he scarred for life. Which he did, and that’s the story of how Jungkook and Yeri’s relationship began. Who knew, right?

 Taehyung was like Jungkook at first, but somehow he decided to stay under your radar as best as he could. Once you lectured him on something he’s done wrong inside the quarters of your home, he’d make it a point to engrave it on the back of his head. He has his fuck ups every now and then, but nothing too consequential. There was one time though, and you wish you could forget, that he brought a girl home which wasn’t against the house rules. Jungkook had brought Yeri numerous times and you, yourself, had your fair share of men visiting the house, specifically your room. It was s well established etiquette to keep the ruckus down since you we’re sharing this living space between the three of you. But during that critical time, which you’ve spoken to Taehyung and Jungkook beforehand never lacking to remind them on multiple occasions throughout that day. Telling them to please keep the noise to a minimum because you'll be revising for for a major exam that was equivalent to forty percent of your total grade. Somehow, Taehyung managed to forget your simple and completely doable request. With the paper thin walls between you and the absence of soundproofing, you were able to get every moan, groan and mewl that came from Taehyung’s rooms adjacent to yours. That bastard is so dead was the sole thing on your mind right now and not the words inscribed in the textbook that you’ve read over for the tenth time that night. The morning after that horrendous night of not getting anything done, you waited irksomely in the common room for taehyung and his date to emerge from his chambers. 

 “Y/n, y-you’re up early.” He gulped, taking in your appearance. Your gaze was piercing especially with the huge dark bags under your eyes. “I’ll take Minju ho--”

 “I’m sure she knows here way back.” You cut him off with a bark in your tone, “Can’t you, Minju?” Your focus was now directed at her and she was quivering under your constant scrutiny.“Y-yes,” She clutched on her designer handbag bowed nervously before fleeing the place like a prey encountering it’s predator.

 “I asked you for one thing, Taehyung, one thing.” You lowered your head and massaged your aching temples with your fingers, placating your exasperation towards the boy who was placed in the hot seat. “You knew I was studying tonight, Tae.” The timbre of your voice wasn’t sickeningly livid anymore. From spiking up to a hundred degrees in the last two minutes, it dropped down to a negative ten. “This test is worth forty percent of my grade, I told you that. This is the first time I requested you to do something for me...”  You shut your eyes close and drew out a long sigh before standing up and intending to head back to your room. “If I fail this test, I want to let you know it’s on you, Tae.”  His features were extremely devastated and disheartened, not because of the things you just said but because of how he had forgotten all about it. 

 You inconspicuously peered back at him and the look on his face says it all. A helpless puppy abandoned by its human, that’s what he resembled most at this moment. Big glassy eyes, a wet nose and pouty lips. Okay, that was kind of a mean thing to say, you thought. But you never failed to remind him, always opening up and squeezing in the topic during the mundane conversations you shared together. After one last disappointed sigh, you looked up the clock, 6:55 am. “Anyway, I still have three more hours before the test. I’ll be in my room.” You turned your back on him and proceeded to take a few steps forward before saying one last thing to him, “Please, please, please. Don’t bother me.”  You were on your way back down the hall, nothing will stop you from cramming seven chapters of lesson into your brain in less than three hours in one sitting.

 “Sorry, Y/n.”

 Sorry ain't gonna cut it, chief.

 Its as if Taehyung was able to read your mind, “ I’ll- I’ll be on bathroom duty. For two, no, four weeks. Yeah, yeah. One month of bathroom duty, Y/n. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to forget.”

 You glanced over your shoulder and caught a glimpse of Taehyung with his hands clasped together, his facial expression pleading for forgiveness. You knew he was really sorry. Why? Because nobody liked bathroom duty, not even you.

 “That seems fair to you, kook?” You spontaneously asked, making Taehyung scan the living room area. Glass started clattering in the kitchen and your doe-eyed bunny-boy of a roommate came hopping in. Taehyung was seeking compassion from his long-time comrade. Maybe shortening his time on bathroom duties or lending him a helping hand at least. Bros before hoes, right? “For the record.” Jungkook started, taking a sip from the cold banana milk bottle in his hand. “You kept me up, too. And I have football practice at eight.”  He shrugged his shoulders casually before hiding back in his man cave. “Have fun cleaning, Tae.” 

 Your chiding was for everyone’s best interest, may this incident serve as a lesson of respecting other people who also lives in this household. Although there was one thing you were still unsure about. After that episode, Taehyung has never set foot in the premises with a woman draped around his arm again. You hoped you did not terminate his hopes of getting a love life.

 In conclusion, they’re just a bunch of stupid college boys wanting to survive this hell hole, what do you expect? So, having the house to yourself was a once in a blue moon moment you’d never take for granted. 

++

It was two in the morning, and Taehyung was stupidly perched at the doorstep patting his pockets for what seemed like the tenth time in the last ten minutes searching for his keys. "Shit."  He grumbled under his breath, taking out his phone from his back pocket and calling up Jungkook's number. After the third try, he finally answered the call.

"H-hey, what's up? I love you and all that shit but why are you calling at two in the fucking morning?" The voice is the other line was dry and scratchy. 

"Ah," Taehyung felt apologetic for waking up the Jungkook but he absolutely needed help, "Sorry for bothering you, Kook. Do you happen to know where the spare key is? Left my copy in my room before I went out and now I'm locked out of the house," He laughed embarrassingly, attempting to check his pockets one more time before calling it quits, wishing his keys would magically turn up in one of them.

"Taehyung…" The line suddenly went silent, it was a good fifteen seconds before Jungkook went on speaking,"Didn't I tell you that I'm holding onto the spare key to have it duplicated since my I lost my copy?"

There it was again, complete and utter silence. If it wasn't for irregular breathing coming from the other line, Jungkook would've guessed Taehyung had dropped the call already.

"Just wake up y/n, I'm sure she wouldn't mind." Jungkook suggested, that was probably the best route to take. 

"No bro," Taehyung's tone was unnaturally dark and empty.

"Can I ask why?"

"L-Last time I locked myself out and woke up y/n," he choked on his series of words, recalling the traumatic event that occurred in the past. "She made me wait a whole hour before opening the door. While I was waiting out in the cold, y/n cooked bacon and pancakes at midnight just to spite me. The smell of the food made my stomach flip and growl. When she finally let me in, she ate it all by herself while looking me straight in the eye."

Jungkook on the other line laughed uproariously at Taehyung's untold story, "Remind me not to get on Y/n's bad side. But in all seriousness, how are you planning to get inside the house?" He queried the boy who was stuck in an unfortunate predicament."I don't get back til' Sunday. And it's only Friday."

Taehyung's eyes lit up like those light bulbs in cartoons when the characters gets a genius idea. "Is your room the one without the safety locks on the window?"

"One, no. My windows have safety locks. Y/n's window is the one without it. And two, that's a really bad Idea, Tae."

"What's a bad idea, babe?" Taehyung indistinctly overhears a hushed voice in the background. His conversation with Jungkook probably woke up Yeri too. "Oh, Taehyung's planning to enter through y/n window to get into the house." Jungkook made sure that taehyung was hearing what Yeri had to say, since she's been friends with y/n just as long as them. Her giggles were so innocent, akin to a baby but the words she said were the exact opposite. "That is a stupid idea, unless Taehyung wants to be hit on the head with a metal baseball bat and bleed to death." 

"Yeri said that that's a stupid idea unless you--"

"I heard what she said. And I won't even make a sound! I'll tiptoe my way through her window and out of her room in a flash! That way I'll be in the house and won't have to wake up y/n! I see this as an absolute win." Taehyung broadcasted triumphantly like he had discovered the map to the lost City of Atlantis. 

Yeri snatched the phone from her boyfriend's hand and lectured Taehyung y/n style. "Tae, this isn't the time to be quoting the Incredible Hulk when you're the one who's gonna be beaten to a pulp when y/n wakes up and mistakes you for a burglar. Just wake up y/n and ask her to open up the door for you. It can't be that bad, you'd live a longer life that way. Face the consequences of being a pee-brain."

"Nope," It seemed like Taehyung had made up his mind, and when Taehyung makes up his mind, there's no point in stopping him.

"Ahhh, tell your friend good luck. I'm going back to sleep." Yeri gave back the phone to her boyfriend. "You have our regards. If you don't die, call me back in the morning." A loud yawn can be heard from Jungkook's end as he hangs up.

And that's Taehyung's go signal.

++

He stealthily made his way round the perimeter of the house to the side where your room was located "Bingo." He mused as he spotted your window, slightly left ajar. He strategically maneuvered his way across the flower bed embedded on the ground, calculating his steps accurately not wanting to step on your precious roses and daffodils. He knows he can't lie to you, if asked who trampled on your bloom, he'd rat himself out in a blink of an eye. He'd like to enjoy a long flourishing life. Grow old, get married and possibly have kids and grandkids. 

Not like what he's about to commit will spare his life either way.

 Even with the lack of light and the gauzy material of the curtain, his eyes could make up your vague figure on the bed, tossing and shifting your legs about. Must be some crazy dream you're having, he thought. Though he can't get a clear view of you, he's certain you were there.

 He sucked in a deep breath and slowly pushed the unlocked window wider just enough so that he can slither his body inside, dragging the curtain along with it. He prayed to the heavens above that the hinges doesn't make a sound, not even a tiny squeak or his head will be the one hanging from the valances.

 With his hands securely clasped on the window sill, he utilized his upper body strength to propel himself up until his knees were secured on the narrow wooden surface. "Phew" he shakily exhaled, switching from his current kneeling position to a crouching one, gaining more balance for his following steps. 

 Before fully entering your room now that he had obtained a better view, he decided to take a proper look at your charming unconscious face. Wait, scratch that, that didn’t come out right. What he meant to conclude was… 

When Jungkook first introduced you to him as their new flatmate, he couldn’t help but be blown away. He was thunderstruck when he was graced by your overwhelming presence. Soft silky hair that he’d like to get bury his face in, letting the scent of your shampoo take over his senses; Round bright eyes that somehow carried the countless stars and galaxies, he’d willingly surrender himself just to get lost in them. A lovely button nose that scrunched up when you smiled and introduced yourself for the first time. “I’m Y/n, nice to finally meet you Taehyung.” he remembered clearly, god, how can he forget. Your soft-spoken voice perfectly fitted your delicate face. It was love at first sight, what else could it be? He fell for you hook, line and sinker. 

 He covertly watched over you, not in the stalker-ish way, of course. Whenever you’re lounging around in your favorite pajamas or simply tidying up the house, he’d inevitably find a small smile creep up on his lips. Even just knowing that you’re inside the house when he comes home from the university by the way your favourite music was blaring from your room made him happy. He learned along the way that you were really introverted, spending most of your weekends at home reading your favourite novels  and choosing to withdraw yourself from the generic college scene. Opting for a movie night date with your friends rather than partying at some musty frat house. Moreover, you didn’t strike up any conversation with him or Jungkook unless it was about the house or if it was that important to talk about. Unbeknownst to you, all the things you detested like unwashed dishes or misplaced dirty laundry, he did it on purpose just to get the attention he craved from you. Sometimes he felt guilty at the way he acted whenever you were around, a pout or two on your upset face.

 But he came to the point that he was tired of hiding and playing safe behind that thin line called “Friendship.”If he wasn’t gonna man-up and take action, nothing’s gonna change. So on your twentieth birthday, that’s when he decided he wanted to confess his love for you, hoping that the unrequited becomes requited. He bought a cake and decorated the whole house with a banner, balloons and streamers. He even paid Jungkook fifty dollars to keep his mouth shut about it. 

 What happened after was far from his or Jungkook's expectations. You came home from a date. A date which none of them knew about but here you were, wide eyed and jubilant to see the simple surprise party your dear roommates took the time to prepare for you. You introduced the boy standing next to you as your boyfriend. "Boyfriend" that word stung like a bitch. 

 It was then that he decided to put an end to this one-sided pinning that has been going on for quite some time now that hasn't bloomed into anything, not even a tiny sprout. If the stars were aligning and the universe was really on his side, he would have been your boyfriend by the end of the day, not some guy named Lucas. 

 Every other night he'd return with a girl to his room for nothing more than a quick fuck, never meeting with them for a second time. He thought it was something that would dull the agonizing throb in his chest, it worked for the most part. The bodily pleasure those women brought him made him forget momentarily about everything he's ever felt for you. He thought it was only a matter of time until all the feelings he'd kept would dissipate into thin air. 

 Minju, he recalled. A girl who was just as perfect as you in his eyes, well almost. With the thought of taking Minju home and having her all to himself as a priority in his mind, he got carried away and overlooked one critical thing you asked of him which was on top of that a principal house rule the three of you agreed on. "Always keep the noise to a minimum."

 He knew he fucked up the moment he spots you sitting on the couch glaring at him as he and Minju walked out of his room. He saw the look of disappointment etched on your face at how he had let you down and recognized how bad he fucked up. He thought that you’d never forgive him and end up hating him for the rest of his life, but you always kept proving him wrong. A familiar box was atop the center island with a pink sticky note attached to it. 

"I'm sorry I got mad at you, Tae. It was probably the stress talking. Btw, I passed aced the exam! Hehe. <3 y/n.”

That was when he realized he truly did not deserve you. 

++

His profound daydreaming was put to a halt when he heard a hushed moan originate from your direction. His jaw almost unhinged at how low and wide it was hanging from his face at the sight he has failed to notice prior to entering your room. A convoluted expression was apparent on your face, with your brows knitted together, and eyes shut tight, upper teeth frustratingly nibbling at your bottom lip. Your left hand hidden under the sheer fabric of your shirt, kneading at your mound lavishly while the fingers on your other hand were tirelessly circling around the glistening flesh between you spread legs. You weren’t sleeping, you were masturbating! 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Gotta get out. Gotta get out. Gotta get-- 

 His whole life flashed before his eyes as he witnessed the mason jar you used as a flower pot unexpectedly gets knocked over by his rogue foot, emanating in a clangorous noise as it hit the seat of your metal chair tucked under your desk. There were numerous circumstances that he wished he could get out of certain situations unscathed, which as luck would have it he did. This one? Not so much as your instincts urged you to direct your attention to where the abrupt sound came from. He saw your bewildered eyes staring at his squatting figure by your window.

 Taehyung quickly slammed his palms over his face concealing his eyes while blindly steering his body farther into your room, knocking over your other stuff in the process. As his feet finally met solid ground, it was now time to plead for his life. “Y/n! Shit! I-I can e-explain. I l-left my keys! A-and I didn't want to wake you up. I didn't mean seeing that!" He heard the sound of his rapid heart beat resonate in his ears, ringing so loudly that he couldn't even hear himself think.

 You found his flustered stuttering adorable and endearing. You weren't angry and knew he was telling the truth. Taehyung, no matter how brazen and badly behaved he was, has not ever lied to you. You can take his word for this one but a little teasing hasn't killed anyone. “Never perceived you as the peeping type, Tae."

 "I swear, I'm not!" His cheeks started burning red, the scorching heat of embarrassment crawling up to his ears and down his neck.

 You didn't answer him right away, and all he could make up with his vision temporarily impaired was the shuffling sound of your bedding and the indistinct footsteps walking towards him. "Well since you're here, might as well help your roommate out." You whispered suggestively in his ear, and he felt his jeans grow a little tighter by the crotch.

You pressed your body against his until the corner of your desk was painfully digging into his back. "What do you say, Tae?"

 "I-I don't think this is right." He respired weakly, his knees were starting to buckle at the figurative weight weighing down on his shoulders with palms still stuck to his eyes.

 "Wanna know what I think." You purred salaciously, the tip of your pointer finger lightly tracing over the skin of his clavicle. "I don't think this is a question of what's right and wrong," Your hand started to head south, stopping precisely at his sternum, your fingers drawing small figure eights over it. "I'm single, your single."You further proved your claim, hand once again dropping lower. Taehyung wasn't much of a gym rat like Jungkook or Jimin so he didn't have any abs. But you still appreciated his body nonetheless, especially paired with his remarkably attractive face. "I see this as a question of want and don't want. And judging from this," without warning, you cupped the hard-on he was sporting. Waves of electricity surged through his blood vessel, every cell in his body had doubled its working pace. "You want this as much as I do." Slowly, you palmed him through his jeans, fingers molding the curve of his clothed dick. His heart rate spiked and breathing got more labored with your words and actions.

He wanted to see you. He wanted to remove his hand from his face and see how the moonlight shining through your window illuminated your appearance, enhancing your elegant features tenfold but he was terrified that this will lead to something that will eventually ruin your friendship.

 "Taehyung..." You whimpered, starting to feel impatient. "Say something. Tell me what you want. Tell me to stop, please just say something." 

 "I-I," Fuck it, he thought. He detached his hands from his eyes and encased it around your petite torso, finally giving in to the treacherous temptation that is you. "I want you, y/n." He dipped his face in the curve of your neck, filling himself  up with the sweet scent of you. "I've wanted you for the longest time, y/n." His voice was guttural and strained, he'd never thought the time of him finally confessing to you would come. It required him every tendril of his being to finally come clean. An abandoned door that was once locked has instantly been pushed open, and his desire for you has never been more ardent.

"I want you too, Tae."

++

Moments later you've found yourselves entangled within each other's embrace, caught in a sweltering and heart racing make out session. Every brush of lips and prod of tongue was burning of lust and passion. The way your fingers intertwined with his and filling its spaces perfectly like the final piece of an unfinished puzzle. It felt so natural, the way the rise and fall of your breathing and the tempo of your pulses fell in sync. It felt like something that should've been done ages ago but was hindered by something unforeseen.

 As he hovered above your frame, you couldn't help but be drawn in the boundless sea of his deep hazel eyes. Wisp of his curled lashes resting prettily on his eyelids, the tip of his pointed nose dusted a shade of baby pink and lips pursed into a gentle smile. He observed you with hooded eyes as you absentmindedly stared at his face. You couldn't comprehend how a mere human can bear this much beauty and elegance in his mortal body, even the gods would seethe in jealousy at his splendor.

 "T-tae. I want to feel your dick down my throat." You professed bashfully, marvelling at his beauty can wait. Right now there was one thing you fervently wish for, him and his entirety. 

 Your bluntness was always one of his favourite traits of yours. "I'm all yours." He replied, placing an affectionate kiss on your lips. 

 "Stand at the edge of the bed." You instructed, going on all fours and crawling your way to the same spot. "C'mon!" 

 Taehyung with arched brows headed to where you wanted him, planting his feet firmly on the carpeted floor. "Okay, now what?"

 "I've always wanted to try like this." You pressed on, lying on your back with your head almost hanging off the edge of the bed, slightly propping it up with a small pillow. Taehyung was caught off guard with your new position, “Y/n, what are you doing?” He queried with an arch of his brows.

 “I’m ready to take your dick.” You seemed determined, sweeping your loosened hair away from your face and tucking it behind your ears. “Saw this in porn before and I’ve been itching to try it out.

 You just kept pulling out tricks from your sleeve, Taehyung never imagined you to be the type who watches porn. “You watch porn?” He incredulously questioned eyes going wide that hinted inquisitiveness.

 “Oh please, I am a human being. Stop looking at me like I’m some saint. I can watch adult videos whenever I want to.” 

 “Fair enough,” He acknowledged while unbuckling his belt, revealing the stiff bulge tucked in his boxer. He tugged the garterized hem of his underwear down and allowed his member to spring free.

 You were genuinely astounded with his impressive size and girth, tip red and already leaking pre-cum. “From all the years we’ve been living together, I kinda expected you were big, but not this big. Didn’t know you were suffering from MSS.” 

 “MSS?” he eyed you outlandishly, having no idea what you were talking about.

 “Monster Schlong Syndrome.” You answered as you tried suppressing the mischievous smile forcing its way onto your lips. 

 “Shut up, Y/n.” Taehyung’s cheeks grew rosier at your compliment about his dick, but he still preferred being humble about his size even when he was with other girls.

 “Make me,” You provoked him, opening your mouth fully and sticking out your tongue. Feeling rather wolfish to have him in your mouth.

 “Are you sure about this?” He queried you one last time, making sure you were a hundred percent okay with this. “I’m the one beginning to feel uncomfortable with your position.”

 “I’m fine, Tae. I want this.” 

 He couldn’t help stroking himself while taking in the image of you sprawled on the bed eyes totally blown-out. Begging and lusting over his cock. Taehyung gently tapped his length on your cheek,causing a smirk to form on your lips. “Stopped teasing,” You wailed vexingly, growing eager by the second. You tossed your head back even further while opening your mouth much wider, giving Taehyung a greater angle.

 “You ready, baby?” His already deep voice dropped an octave lower, a sultry and sickeningly honeyed tone slathered all over his words. You crossed your legs together feeling the steamy heat pool between them as you nod fervently. 

 Unhurriedly, Taehyung pushed the tip of his cock past your lips. The warmth and wetness of your mouth elicited a satisfied groan from him. He pushed even further down your throat, sheathing himself completely and noticing how tight the space has gotten as he descends. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” he euphorically moaned seeing how your pretty mouth is stretched by his thick cock.

You blissfully purred at his praise, and the vibrations of your throat around his member sent a chill down his spine. “I-I’ll start moving, okay.” He choked on his word, his senses brimming over with the buzz of pleasure. At a leisurely pace, he began gliding his dick in and out of your hot cavern, hearing lewd squelching sounds  with every push. “Shit,” He rasped when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Your mouth is the best, baby.” He quickened the speed of his thrusts, savouring the constricted hold you’ve got on him. Tears started to pool at the corners of your eyes as your mouth was bombarded with the repetitive jabbing motion. You’ve never felt this full before, the way he has you gorged put you in a state of pure ecstasy.

 Taehyung shifted his veiny hand to caress your face, wiping away the wetness from your corners of your eyes. With his balls slapping right into your face, you failed to capture his pupils dilate and the concupiscent glint in his dark orbs. His hand found its way at the base of your neck, favouring the tug of the skin, muscles and bones outlined beneath the surface. His slender, bony fingers spread across the expanses of your neck, petting the strained muscle domestically. His digits started to curl around the base, the blunt of his fingernails digging into your skin and you felt the restriction of air affect your lungs.

Taehyung knew you were enjoying this as much as he was even with you gagging and choking on his dick. He exerted more pressure on your jugular, and you felt your body sink further into the mattress. He thwarted his hips into you once more, deeper than before as his wanton howls reverberated inside your room. Before he could blow his load in your mouth, he stopped himself and pulled out his swollen cock coated with your spit.

 You opened your eyes and griped at the sudden sensation of barrenness, "W-why'd you stop?" You felt light headed, your body eventually recognized the lack of oxygen you underwent. Your chest hurriedly heaved up and down as you were gasping for air, trying to catch your breath.

 "This is my first time fucking you, the only place I'll be cumming in right now is your pussy." Taehyung wickedly grinned, looping his arms behind your neck and knees and carried you bridal style. He walked over the side and carefully lowered you on the bed, head snuggly resting on the pillow leaned on the headboard. He made his way back to the foot of the bed, taking a seat directly in front of your bare core. "Since I interrupted you earlier," his hands began stroking you calf, tiny goosebumps springing up from his touch. "Let me make it up to you and make you feel better than those little fingers of yours."

 You detected a hint of embarrassment as Taehyung's gaze focuses on you already seeping sex. He began crawling closer to you core, tipping in to pepper kisses on your inner thighs. As his warm breath began rousing over your skin, you couldn't help but clench around nothingness at the level of arousal you were experiencing. "What were you thinking about when you were pleasuring yourself?" He cooed the question out before licking a wet stripe along your moistened slit. His tongue was dancing in his mouth after finally acquiring a taste of your delectable nectar. "I-I was thinking about you, Tae." You answered weakly, the pad of his thumb now circling your sensitive nub. He hummed in approval at you words, his tongue was the one promptly to devote its undivided attention to you bundle of nerves. "What was I doing then?"

 You released a long exhale when you felt Taehyung slip on of his slender fingers inside your hole. "I-I thought about how you'd fuck me with your huge cock," You admitted, shutting your eyes as he twirls his finger inside you. He inserted another digit, and it got you tossing your head back in fervor. "How you'd make me cum so hard.”Your eyes reeled back at the back of your head as another finger slips into you with such ease. 

 “You’re soaking wet, y/n.” he was prideful of how you’ve become putty under his ministrations, “And all for me.” He sloped down once more and flicked your clit with his wet muscles at an excruciating pace. You started feeling yourself clench around his digits, “W-wait.” You intervened, not wanting to release just yet. “I want to cum with you.” 

 He devilishly grinned from ear to ear and flipped your body over, your knees and palm bearing the weight of your exhausted body. “Wanna hit you from the back so bad.”

 You lowered your torso and arched your back inwards, excessively sticking your ass up on full display. Taehyung smeared the accumulated pre-cum on the tip of his cock all over his length, painting it with the lubricating substance. He aligned himself with your entrance and gingerly drove his hips forward until he bottomed out. “Fuck, y/n. You’re cunt’s even tighter than your pretty mouth.” the interior walls of your vagina squeezed at his member, accommodating his length incomparably. “Your pussy was made for me, y/n. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

 As much as you fancied him to rant about how amazing your pussy was, you wished he’d just shut up and pound you into oblivion and put an end to the tormenting ache bubbling inside you. “Move.” You sought, pushing your rear end against him hard and coaxing him to ultimately move.

 His knuckles were turning white at how tight he’s gripping onto the curve of your hips, nails engraving small crescent-shaped marks on your skin. Without warning, he launched the onslaught of the brute ramming of his dick into you. Each thrust he bore were insanely crisp and accurate, striking your sweet spot with every jab. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your heavy breathes were the only tunes filling the silent space of your room. Taehyung pulled out his length almost completely, appreciating how coated and soaked it was with your juices, awakening another entire level of his vehement lust for you. He slammed himself back into your tight slit, clenching his buttocks and rutting his pelvis at an inhuman speed.

 “I’m so close, Taehyung.” You wailed sinfully with a high-pitched strain to your voice, aware at how every muscle in your body is tensing up. 

 “Me too, baby.” He unexpectedly towed you by your hair until your back collided with his chest. His hand located your neck yet again, wrapping his digits around it and cutting your intake of air. You swear that at the end of this, your neck would be sore, purple and bruised because of how robust he retains his grip on you. At this point, his movements began getting sloppier and imprecise, suggesting he was at last getting to his most sought-after high. His idle hand shakily made its way to your almost forgotten clit, ruthlessly rubbing at it with the pad of his fore and middle finger continuously until you were convulsing around his cock and milking him down  to the last drop. Both of your body collapsed on your bed, utterly breathless.

 “Wow.” Taehyung managed to breath out. 

 “Yeah, wow.” You repeat, steadying your breathing. “What happens now?” You awkwardly asked, staring at the blank ceiling like it was the most interesting thing in your room. 

 “Wanna go on a date?” His voice was filled with reluctance, the thrumming in his chest never calming down. Now wasn't the perfect time to ask you that kind of question. So he braced himself as he waited for your answer.

 You turned your head in his direction and looked at how the light from the now open window magically outlined his enchanting profile. “You’re way out of order but I’d love too.” 

++

Taehyung's obnoxious ringtone Disturbed the silence of your sleep.

"Your phone is ringing." You grumbled, t

"Yo, Tae, glad to hear you're still alive. Got into the house yet?"

"Yeah," He paused, looking at you. "Got into y/n pants as well."