#soft fluffy smut

[seung-mong]

the little things - jeongin

includes: bf! jeongin x fem! reader, fluffiest smut ever istg, childhood friends to lovers loss of virginity (f and m), slight perv! jeongin, oral (f rec.) fingering (f rec.), i had no idea how to end this (lowkey did not want to)

wc: 5412 :0

jeongin was always yours. for as long as you could remember, there was no one else but him. from playdates where you would hit him in the head with your toy shovel as he attempted to eat sand, to hitting him in the head with your notebook when he'd try to cheat off you in exams. it was simply the way that it was, an irrevocable truth that you would never want to challenge.

looking back, you could never imagine loving anyone but him. who else knew you so well? you literally grew up together, always just across the street and ready to listen to you ramble about your day (that you spent entirely with him.) so loving him was easy. natural.

the first time he kissed you in the ninth grade, underneath the white jasmine tree that you had run your bike into when you were eleven, 'that's when i knew i loved you.' he'd confessed, holding you so sweetly against the trunk as he pressed his lips against yours in a way that took your breath away.

your first Official Date when he had asked you to go fishing with him, a request so entirely bizarre you found yourself saying yes before you could even think. he had rowed you out to the middle of the lake and had sat there for hours, talking and laughing until the sun had started to paint the sky the same tint of pink that dusted the tops of his cheeks.

you walked home empty handed save for the bucket of chum that he had playfully threatened to spill all over you. and he kissed you again right outside your door, fingers digging into your waist as yours tangled into his hair. and you just wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss him until his lips were sore but your front door opened with a bang! and jeongin had ended up running for his life across the street, into the safety of his home where your father could not reach him.

then on your Seventeenth Birthday, he had planned your surprise party, inviting every single one of your friends and begging them not to mention anything to you, booked a DJ and contemplated a petting zoo (your mother begged him not to push through with that), and decorated your living room all by himself. you'd never felt so loved before, the muscles in your cheeks strained from how the smile had never left your face.

and then later in the evening when everyone had gone home and you'd opened all your presents, jeongin asked you to go on a walk with him so he could give you his. back to your jasmine tree, where he held you against the trunk and kissed you just like he did all those years ago, smile never leaving his lips as he fished a tiny pink box from his jacket leaning impossibly closer to you to reveal the necklace with a j dotted with a tiny heart and a whisper of "will you be my girlfriend? like officially?"

and you couldn't find the words, so emotionally overwhelmed that all you could do was start to tear up and. poor, poor jeongin who mistook your silence for hesitance stuttering a "i- i asked your parents, they said it's okay. i promise to take care of you always, y/n. cross my heart." and of course you had said yes, practically leaping into his open arms with a squeal, wrapping your own arms around his neck and kissing him silly. then he walked you home wrapped in his jacket, fingers laced tightly with yours, his initial sitting prettily on your neck.

two years later and he's still who you come home to, surprised to find that going to different colleges has not affected your relationship in the slightest. if anything, it makes you even more excited to drive home and find your boyfriend already waiting for you, sitting on your front steps like a poor puppy.

the sound of your car pulling into the driveway alerts him, head perking up at the sound and absolute bliss washing over his features when he sees you running over to him, dropping your bag right there on the grass and hurling yourself at him. he catches you, arms instinctively wrapping around your middle as he hugs you, an excited "baby!" spilling out from him as he buries his face in your hair, breathing deeply and taking your scent in.

"i missed you sooo much." you sigh, melting right there against his chest, and jeongin can't help but chuckle.

"yea? you just saw me this morning, pretty." he playfully nudges you with his shoulder when you pull away, immediately lacing his fingers with yours as he bends down to pick your bag up before he slings it over his shoulder.

"well yea, but! i didn't see you for over five hours." you whine, leading him up the front steps and fishing in your pocket for the keys to your house.

"and we can't have that, can we?" jeongin teases you, but you know he handles the separation much worse. you could bring up the fact that he literally waited outside of your house for you to come home instead of waiting at his place (right across the street btw).

"course not." you shrug, pushing open your front door to be greeted by a furry ball running towards you at full speed, jumping on you so his front paws land on your thighs. you push past your dog, greeting him with scratches behind his ears and somewhat aggressive head pats.

"oh, i missed you too ayennie. did you miss me? missed mommy huh?" you coo at your dog as jeongin scoffs, closing the door behind you and placing your bag on the couch.

"can't believe you named a dog after me." jeongin shakes his head down at you as you sit on the floor cross-legged, letting your furry friend lick your face as his tail shakes in excitement.

"you're the one who gave him to me?" you remind him, shooting him a nasty look for making fun of your dog.

"yea. didn't expect him to replace me in the hierarchy of your heart, though." jeongin sighs, sitting next to you and scratching ayen's butt.

"oh dont be silly," you coo at your boyfriend, "you're still number one. you're just sharing your spot with ayennie!" jeongin playfully rolls his eyes at you, but his cheeks turn pink anyway. "oh my two favorite boys." you coo lovingly, embracing ayen with one hand and pinching jeongin's cheek with the other.

but besides inheriting his father's name, ayen had also inherited jeongin's attitude, suddenly pushing himself away from you and trotting out of your reach before you could pull him back to you. you whine in protest, but your dog seems to have completely forgotten about you opting to violently chew on his favorite tennis ball.

"now that the beast is gone," jeongin stands up, stretching and ignoring your scoff, "how about you show your real favorite boy some attention, hm?" jeongin offers his hand to you, pulling you up and towards him so you're chest to chest.

"i really did miss you, baby." jeongin whispers against your lips before he finally kisses, you, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you securely against him, other hand cupping your cheek so softly, cradling your face as if you were the most fragile thing he's ever held. you loved kissing jeongin, loved how soft his lips were against yours, loved how he always tasted so sweet, like candy, and the way he would gently lick at your lips had always left you feeling so dizzy.

he starts to walk you backwards, softly moaning into your mouth when your hands come up to tangle themselves into his hair, tugging slightly. he hisses when you pull, bringing a smile to your lips still pressed to his.

"my naughty girl." he tuts, shaking his head and dipping his head lower to nip at your neck. you hum in delight, feeling the back of your knees hit the sofa's armrest, squealing when jeongin gently pushes you backwards. you giggle when his weight falls on top of you, a smile on his lips when he settles so he's angled in between your legs, careful not to crush you with his full weight.

and then there was The Silence. the one that always made the air feel thick, your throat go dry and your pulse quicken to the point you'd feel like you'd faint. the one that always happened whenever he was on top of you like this, bodies pressed together and leaving no inch of skin untouched, especially when jeongin would run his hands up and down your sides.

"you okay, baby?' jeongin mumbled against your collarbone when he felt you tense up under him, hands frozen and gripping onto his hoodie while his fingers pushed the hem of your shirt upwards so he could feel your bare skin.

"mhm." you hummed back.

"need to hear you say it. say 'yes, innie. im okay." he looks down at you, fingers coming up to rest at your neck, playing with the little "j" around your neck.

because contrary to what all your friends (and probably your parents) think, you've never gone past second base with jeongin. it wasn't a matter of fear or waiting for the right person, but you were always so genuinely overwhelmed whenever things would get slightly heated, embarrassed at the thought of cumming too early, too quickly, of seeming too eager. so you took your time and of course jeongin was patient with you, whispering 'its okay baby. lets just cuddle' even when he was kneeling shirtless in between your legs.

"yes innie," you repeated, voice breathy from the way jeongin was looking down at you, deep brown eyes suddenly a little darker. "i'm okay."

"good. you know that's all i want right, baby? for you to be okay. to feel good and safe." jeongin reassures you, arm resting beside your head as his fingers brush away the strands of hair that covered your face.

"i know, baby." you sigh. and you did feel okay. you did feel safe. you wanted to feel good, wanted it so bad, but never knew how to say it. so you did what you always did: gently pushed at jeongin's abdomen. the reaction was instant. your boyfriend bent down for one more chaste kiss before sitting up between your legs. rubbing up and down your thighs affectionately before offering you his hand and pulling you to sit up so you were face to face. he'd never sigh, never even hinted at disappointment, no matter if you were both half naked or if you had your hand wrapped around his cock, no matter how painfully hard he was and deliciously wet you were, he'd stop.

"i love you." jeongin whispers, kissing the tip of your nose.

"i love you." you mumble back, smiling gratefully back at him.

he gave your thigh one more playful pinch before he stood up, walking over to the kitchen and leaving you to steady your breathing.

"are mum and dad coming home for dinner? i could start cooking for them if you want." he calls to you, opening your refrigerator and scanning the different things he could use to make a meal. you feel a slight blush tint your cheeks. you loved hearing jeongin refer to your parents as mum and dad, always made your insides all warm and fuzzy.

"ah no," your voice is uneven as you sit up. "they have that trip to seoul with their real estate friends." you sigh, hugging your knees to your chest as you watched your boyfriend peek his head up from behind the refrigerator door.

"so it's just you here tonight?" he asks, voice laced with concern.

you shrug. "yea. its okay, ayen will keep me company."

jeongin clears his throat, walking back over to you with his hands in his pockets. "maybe... maybe we could have a sleepover? the way we used to when we were little?" he places a hand on your knee, looking adorably bashful as he refuses to make eye contact.

"id really like that, but. i dont think your mom would allow you to sleep here without parental supervision." you tease him, playfully poking his sides with your foot.

"i dunno, she really likes you! and she trusts me anyways." he catches your foot, gently massaging it and leaning forward to rest his chin on your knee.

"do you think she should be trusting you?" you tease, but jeongin only smirks.

"there should be no reason for her not to. right?" he hums, watching in satisfaction as your cheeks turn red, masking it with a scoff as you shake your head.

"well, i'd love for you to sleepover, innie." you coo, squealing when jeongin hums back, turning his head and playfully sinking his teeth into your knee.

you loved whenever jeongin would sleepover. it made your heart jump, the thought of being able to wake up next to him. the slow, steady sound of his breathing, the feeling of his arms wrapped securely around you, his heartbeat steadily matching yours as you lay in his embrace. you loved how domestic it all was, watching as he prepared dinner for the both of you, back turned to you as he stirred instant ramen in a pot.

you sat by the counter, ayen sleeping peacefully in your lap. you could watch your boyfriend cook forever, the way his eyes narrowed as he read the instructions, slender fingers tearing at the package and letting the noodles boil in a pot. he turned to you, sweet smile on his face at the sight of your loving gaze.

"anything you need from me, princess?" he cooed, bending over the counter to press a kiss to your forehead.

"you look so cute, cooking dinner for me. can't wait to watch you cook for me every night in the future."

"in the future, huh?" he smirks, clearly teasing you. it works, the way heat rushes to your cheeks. you try to play it cool, rolling your eyes with a shake of your head. "you plan on keeping me around that long?"

his question takes you by surprise, your cool demeanor suddenly vanishing, evaporating into thin air. "w-well... i mean, of course, innie."

your genuine honesty warms his heart, and he cant help the little 'aww' that escapes him. "you're literally the cutest ever." he sighs, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "how about you put our favorite movie on, hmm pretty? we can eat our ramen while watching."

you nod, running upstairs to grab two pillows and a blanket, before racing down the stairs to prepare the living room for your movie night. another thing you loved about sleepovers with jeongin: you got to cuddle whenever you wanted, even while eating your dinner. you were completely invested in the first twenty minutes of the movie, that was until you both finished your ramen and cleaned the dishes, before settling back comfortably on the couch. jeongin sat behind you, legs spread wide so you could settle in between his thighs. your back was pressed to his chest, his head shifting from resting on both of your shoulders. his arms secured you tightly against him, guaranteeing that no matter how hard you squirmed, you could never escape his hold.

you dont even recall the what happens in the movie after the thirty-minute mark, too focused on the way jeongin was kissing you. most movie nights ended like this, with your back pressed against jeongin's chest as he kissed you just as you liked, hands groping you everywhere he could reach.

but there was something different in the way he was kissing you tonight, much more needy, much more intense. he groaned against you, hands shyly making their way under your shirt, thumbs just barely grazing your underboob. you gasped at the feeling, mouth hanging open as jeongin continued to kiss down your neck.

"will you let me play with you tonight, pretty?" he asked, teeth grazing your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you can only nod, but jeongin tuts behind you.

"what'd i say, pretty baby? need to hear you, remember? now say 'yes, innie. play with me.'"

his hands come up to play with your breasts more confidently now, pads of his fingers lightly grazing your nipple as it starts to pebble under his gentle touch.

"yes, innie. please play with me." you whine, voice small.

"hmm, cute baby. so cute when you're all shy for me." jeongin hums, other hand tilting your chin towards him so he could kiss you full on the mouth, tongue licking against your bottom lip. you open up for him, letting him thrust his tongue into your mouth. one hand continues to grope your breast, slightly pinching your nipple in between his index and middle finger. his other hand ventures downwards, past the expanse of your stomach, tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts.

he feels you freeze against him, tensing in his hold and he instantly pulls away. "stop?" he asks you, raising his hands away from you, holding them up as if in surrender.

"no," you whine at the loss of contact, and jeongin swears he's never heard you sound so needy, bringing a small smile to his lips.

"what do you need from me then, baby?" he coos, trying not to chuckle when you turn over, eager to place your lips against his.

"upstairs, please. in my room." your tone is serious, but jeongin has to double check you're sure.

"baby, in your room? are you sure? really, really sure?" he prays to any god that listens for you not to change your mind.

"need you so bad, innie." you whimper, and jeongin groans. fuck, you're begging him. he could never say no to you.

he leads you up the stairs, throwing the door to your room open so violently you fear he's ripped it off the hinges, but you don't have time to scold him when his mouth is instantly on yours, pressing you impossibly closer to him. his hands find the hem of your shirt, mumbling a quick, 'please, need this off so bad.' before he practically tore it off you, as if disgusted at the mere thought of having the cloth on you. his hoodie is quick to come off as well, throwing it at a random corner in your room. he pulls away to stare at your bare chest, a heavy sigh leaving him when his gaze rises to your eyes.

"you're so beautiful, you know that?" his hands find purchase on your bare waist, slightly squeezing before pulling you closer to him, so that your bare chests press against each other. "literally, i've never seen something so close to perfection. could stare at you all day, pretty."

his lips latch onto your neck as he walks you backwards to your bed, gently laying down as he sucks dark purple marks on the junction of your shoulder. "let them see, baby." he breathes when you open your mouth to scold him. he continues to kiss down your body as you adjust yourself comfortably on your pillows, jeongin's nose rubbing against your abdomen.

"gonna let me strip you, hmm? everything comes off tonight. is that okay?' he double checks with you, fingers already hooking into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down your thighs when you give him a hurried nod of approval. he kisses down your legs as the fabric leaves you, letting it fall down your bed as he crawls back up to you.

"want my fingers?" he hums, smiling down at you when you whine in response.

"god, yes. please, innie? need your fingers in me so bad." you're close to tears, and he's barely done anything to you yet.

"don't beg me, baby. i might blow my load before we even have some fun." he chuckles, already tugging your underwear down your hips and onto the floor.

jeongin's seen you completely naked a handful of times, but every time his eyes land on your cunt, he can't help the groan that leaves him. he thinks it's the prettiest thing ever, leaning down to kiss right below your belly button.

"seriously, baby. prettiest pussy i've ever seen." jeongin rarely swore, and god was it a treat to hear such lewd things come out of his mouth, had you arching your back against the bed in desperation.

"touch me jeongin, please. might go crazy if you don't." you whimper, hands finding his and dragging it to your core. your boyfriend just chuckles, bringing his hand to your mouth and slipping two fingers past your lips.

"suck for me." he commands, watching in delight as you obey, licking and sucking at his middle and ring finger. his mind starts to wander, and he can't stop the next words from leaving his mouth. "need my cock in your mouth so bad. think you could do that for me, angel?"

it was something you've never done before, but in your lust-filled haze, nothing sounds better than having jeongin's cock down your throat. you moan in response, slurping on his fingers, making them even wetter. jeongin groans at the feeling before he gently pulls away from your mouth.

he brings his fingers down to your already wet cunt, swiping in between your folds to collect your slick. "you're so fucking wet." jeongin gasps in awe, your cheeks turning red at the lewd sound of how wet you are against his fingers.

"have to let me eat this pussy after." he mumbles, slowly dipping his finger into you. you moan at the intrusion, the feeling of jeongin's long fingers settling in your walls. he starts to slowly pump them in and out, curling his finger and searching for the spongy spot that makes you-

"fuck!" you throw your head back in pleasure, fingers gripping your bedsheet tightly as jeongin smirks, adding another finger and continuing to hit and prod at that same spot.

"oh, innie." you whimper, lifting your head to look into your lover's eyes, moaning in surprise to see his pupils so blown out, gaze so heavy on you. he licks his lips as he watches you, holding eye contact as he slowly lowers his mouth on you.

the moment jeongin's tongue kitten licks against your clit, you lose it. cumming around his fingers, pussy clamping down so hard jeongin faintly wonders how it would feel around his cock. he doesnt stop, pumping his fingers in you even faster as his lips completely wrap around your clit and suck.

"oh.. what the fuck." you're rendered speechless, mouth hanging open as silent moans escape you. the wet feeling of his tongue on you is so foreign, has your thighs shaking around his head. jeongin can't help the smile that makes its way to his face, pinning your body down to the mattress as he removes his fingers, opts instead to swipe at your slit with his tongue.

"jeongin, fuck! what the hell." you can't even breathe at this point. jeongin's mouth is sloppy against you, but he doesn't stop planting open mouthed kisses against your pussy, slurping up all your liquid as if he'd die without it. you're a withering moaning mess above him and jeongin is so fucking hard at this point, rutting against your bed for some sort of pleasure.

your fingers tangle in his hair and it has jeongin moaning against you, making your back arch against the bed. "fuck, innie. please, please, don't- don't stop, please." you beg him, jaw going slack when he shoves his tongue in your pussy, mind going blank when his lips wrap around your clit once more and he starts to shake his head. you cum in his mouth one more time, thighs still shaking as jeongin crawls up to hover above you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"you taste so fucking good baby," jeongin mumbles as he kisses you, laughing when you struggle to kiss him back. "need to do that all the time. you'll let me, wont you baby? let me out whenever i want?" jeongin hums, carressing your cheek with his thumb.

"that? yea- you- yea. whenever you want. innie you can eat me out whenever you want." you breathe, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to kiss you. he hums into the kiss, resting some of his weight on you. you start to get your thinking back and slowly register the feeling of jeongin's hard cock on your thigh. your skin is wet and sticky from the precum that leaks from the tip, and literally nothing else is in your brain besides the fact that you want to taste it.

"innie?" you ask, fingers slowly trailing down his back, following the curve of his spine until they rest on his waist.

"yea, baby?" he hums, nudging your neck up with his nose, burying his face there and leaving open kisses there.

"you'll let me suck you off, won't you?"

jeongin's breath catches in his throat and he pulls away from your neck to stare down at you incredulously. "what."

"i want to suck you off."

"do you- do you even know what that means, baby?"

you roll your eyes at him, small smile painted on your lips. "of course i do. it's when im on my knees and your cock is in my mouth and i suck until you cum down my th-"

"okay stop talking i might cum." jeongin groans, subtly grinding against your thigh.

you can't help but giggle, and jeongin pinches your sides in retaliation. "well why don't you wanna do it know then, huh? if you're such a big girl." jeongin teases you.

you shrug. "want you to fuck me instead."

jeongin feels like he's been shot in the heart.

"what?"

you turn away from his gaze, heat spreading across your cheeks and down your neck as you whine, "don't make me say it again."

"no, angel. i need to make sure i wasn't hallucinating just now. what- what did you say?"

"i just-" you're silent for a while, but jeongin waits patiently, gently kissing your cheek in reassurance. "i knew it was always gonna be you, and i know you've been waiting for me and i'm ready now and-"

jeongin interrupts you with a shaky kiss, almost as if he couldn't control the force with which he placed his lips on yours. his kiss steals your breath away, and you think back to the First Kiss, and the kiss on your Seventeenth Birthday. it warms your heart, the thought that no matter how much time has passed, jeongin is still the sweet boy you fell in love with.

"you have to say you're sure." jeongin mumbles agianst your lips when he finally pulls away, deep brown eyes staring into yours.

"promise, innie. i'm sure. wouldn't want it to be anyone but you." you nudge his nose with yours, and jeongin can't help the giggle that escapes him.

"i love you so fucking much, y/n." he sighs, arms wrapping around your body and holding you flush against him.

jeongin pulls away from you and leans to the edge of the bed, fumbling around for his jeans. he pulls out his wallet from his back packet, taking out two condoms.

"two? you're really prepared huh?" you joke, trying to ease your nerves by teasing him.

"not that i planned this or anything,' jeongin quickly defends himself, and you can only chuckle at the panicked look on his face. "always good to come prepared, though."

he rips open the foil package with his teeth, explaining that 'they always do that in the movies' when you giggle at him. you watch as he rolls the condom on, spitting on his hand and spreading it all over his cock.

you can feel your heartbeat in your ears when he looks down at you, breathing uneven when you feel his tip prod at your folds.

"tell me to stop and i swear i will." jeongin whispers, leaning down to gently kiss you. you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as jeongin guides the tip in. it's uncomfortable, the way it sits there but doesn't fully go in, and you wince.

"jeongin, just-"

"s-sorry i'm just so. im so nervous for some reason. i don't- i don't wanna hurt you baby. they say it always hurts the first time and, oh my god, some girls even bleed?? and i don't wanna do that to you baby-"

you shut him up with a kiss, waiting until his breathing has calmed down before you pull away. "it's okay baby. just wanna feel you. all of you." you coo, wiping away the sweat that started to form on his forehead.

jeongin sighs, slowly moving his hips forward, watching your every reaction. he tries, he really does try to be careful, but you feel so tight and hot and wet around him that he can't help but push all the way in, holding his breath until he feels his hips flush against yours.

you hiss at the feeling. it's a lot less painful than you thought, not exactly painful but more of a dull sting from the stretch. jeongin is silent from above you, guilt eating at his heart when he sees you wince.

"you okay, love?" he asks, voice strained.

"mhm. just need to get used to the feeling." you huff, trying to relax your muscles, trying not to clench from the pain.

"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good. holy shit." jeongin groans, struggling to hold himself on top of you.

"move, jeongin. please." you whimper, the discomfort slowly giving way to pleasure, the tip of his cock kissing your spot so sweetly and it has your legs shaking.

jeongin tries to set a steady pace, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel even more of you, experimenting with every roll of his hips to find the angle that has you clamping down on him.

"baby, i'm so sorry but i literally feel like im going to explode , i dont think i can hold it." jeongin whimpers.

you can only moan in response, the feeling of jeongin's cock dragging against your walls already having you go dumb. "s'okay innie. want you to cum for me." you whisper, pulling him closer to plant a soft kiss on his lips. jeongin adjusts himself so he's resting on his elbows, arms on either side of your head as he rolls his hips into you, hip slapping against the back of your thighs with every thrust. his groans rise in pitch the faster and harder he thrusts, until he stops moving altogether, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he buries his head in your neck. he empties into the condom, hips stuttering against yours in quick thrusts until he pulls out of you.

he quickly ties the condom and throws it into the trash bin by your bed and all but dives into your embrace. you wait until his breathing becomes steady, fingers playing with the baby hair by his nape. he starts to plants soft kisses on your bare shoulder, all the way up to your neck and he meets your jaw, until he starts sloppilly kissing you all over your face. you giggle at his antics. trying to push him away, but to no avail.

"let me kiss your face." he whines, pinning your hands down and continuing his attack on your cheeks. you start to laugh, pulling your face out of his reach. he pouts playfully at you, leaning down to give you a final kiss on your lips. short and sweet, but you can feel every ounce of love that he gives you through that single kiss.

"can't believe we did that." he sighs once he pulls away from you, settling by your side and manhandling your body so you're cuddling into his side, head on his chest and your limbs draped over his body. "promise i'll make you cum on my cock next time." jeongin shakes his head, and you playfully hit his side.

you both lay there in silence for a while, until jeongin sighs and turns to face you. "i love you, y/n. always have. for as long as i could remember. and i will forever and ever and ever."

you hum at him, kissing the tip of his nose. "i love you, jeongin. always have."

jeongin has always been yours. will always be yours.

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[leona-hawthorne]

so many people write mattheo to be a cold-hearted, womanizing bastard and while i absolutely love reading that mattheo (🙈), i am a firm believer that he’d be the biggest sweetheart when you’re dating him.

don’t get me wrong, he would absolutely be a cold hearted womanizing bastard… at first. after meeting you, he’d still be reserved, arrogant, rude. but somehow, you manage to sneak past the steel barriers he has surrounding his heart.

and when he realizes this, he’d push you away in every way possible. you offer him your notes when he misses class? “fuck off, i don’t need them. trust me, i’ve got a hundred other lap dogs doing that shit for me.”

and his heart would break a little when he’d see your confused frown, but he’d push the guilt down. love is vulnerability. vulnerability is weakness. that’s what he was taught and that’s what he lived by.

but oh, you’re just too perfect. your pretty little face, your sweet voice, the way your eyes light up when you’re talking about muggle studies or baby rabbits, the way you refuse to leave your dorm without your lucky jewlery. it melted the ice around his heart. he never stood a chance.

so he’d give into your affections at some point. and yes, he’d be the scary, possessive boyfriend everyone expects. he’d throw a punch at anyone who dared to touch you wrong or even look at you wrong. but that’s just the mattheo everyone knows. the mattheo you know is a sweetheart. never allowing you to open your own door or pull out your own chair, braiding your hair for you or helping you put it up at night, spoiling you with every candy, piece of clothing, and stuffed animal you want, tying your shoelaces for you, calling you princess.

and let me tell you, this man is the biggest whore for cuddles. he tells you that sleeping in your presence keeps the nightmares at bay and while that’s true, the real reason why he won’t sleep without cuddles is because he simply needs to feel you as close as possible. he needs your hands playing with his hair or your nails scratching his back. and you can’t even try stopping the movements of your hands because trust me, he is an incredibly annoying whiner. “babyyyy keep going.”

skin-to-skin cuddling is even better. he’ll take his shirt off and force you to do the same, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your back into his chest. it’s not sexual; he just needs to feel you as close to him as possible, and your bare skin against his just happens to be the closest thing he has to crawling inside your skin and living there.

my point here is basically that mattheo riddle is a soft boy when he’s in love and i will die on this hill!

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[stonerfromlesbos]

Honeymoon. | b.e

summary: whats so wrong in giving an world famous popstar an chance, right? you just wasn’t aware of how far she would go for you.

warnings:, kissing, teasing, you have an annoying bsf, no use of y/n, !fem reader, !switch reader, !soft dom billie, extra caring billie, so much personal attention, men.

part 2

— 9pm, in a small venue, LA.

You held in your friend’s hand, as julie dragged you in the middle of the small crowd. The both of you ended up sitting on an table, just an few inches from the stage. You felt weird, you wouldn’t even be here right now if julie’s friend, drew, wasn’t “sick”, it was weird, she just vanished away. The only thing you knew for sure, is that drew is an close friend of billie. fucking. eilish.

Everyone in LA was connected somehow, and now, you ended up in a exclusive small but luxurious venue were billie was going to perform a few songs. You took a little too serious the ‘luxurious’ part… you wore an low cut velvet dress, it was dark red, it looked almost like blood. You felt the looks all over you as you sat on your table, but quickly everyone just got back to mind their business.

��you look so hot tonight girl” julie spoke as she eyed you up and down.

“look at yourself babe..” you said as you playfully smirked at her, flirting was an common thing between you two.

“i have something to tell you… please don’t get mad at me.” she said with puppy eyes as you took a deep breath just waiting to know what she was going to say.

“i’ve been invited to an after party of this, but they only would let me be there, if i brought you with me.” she said, not realizing how weird that request was.

“wait, what? what do you mean? who wanted you to take me here? and why me?” you were just confused, so fucking confused, julie was that girl who would do anything to have an second of the spotlight, or at least, feel like she is exclusive. An average LA girl, desperate for attention.

“they didn’t told me who wanted you there, but come onn, i promise it will be fun… i heard that it is going to be in billie’s apartment” she tried to convince you, smirking at the last sentence cause she knew that you liked billie a little too much.

“if you get in trouble, i won’t clean up your mess julie.” you said with an serious tone, quickly she smirked, you knew she was using you to get what she wanted, but you couldn’t care less.

A few minutes passed until billie was on stage, she was wearing a big black tee, with some baggy jeans. Nothing special, but you still were with your eyes glued on her.

She noticed you, but quickly changed her focus to some other table close to the stage… giving you a sort of special attention, just enough to make you want more of it.

— 1am, in billie’s after party, LA.

Never crossed your mind an single thought that you would be in an place like this, loud music, a bunch of famous people, paparazzis trying to sneak in… it was just too much. And of course, you ended up alone on a corner, sitting alone on a chair as you tried to distract yourself.. but you still felt weird, like someone was watching you.

Suddenly you felt an hand brushing your shoulder, you looked up to see an much older men.. not that old.. he was what? maybe 38? 40? still too old for you. But that type of guys search for an barely legal girl, and now she was looking at you like you would make his fantasy of fucking an desperate 21 yr old… That wasn’t your case.

“im not interested.” you said in a serious tone, loud enough for him to hear you.

“come on, do you know who i am, darling? i could make all your wishes come true.” he said trying to touch you even more, as you got up and was ready to walk towards the room and away from him, from all that mess.

“not me.” i replied as he tried to grab your arm, in the exact moment that he grabbed you… you saw an girl with bangs and red roots stepping towards the both of you, that men was tamed only with her presence, without saying a word, he walked away from you as the girl stared deadly at his soul.

It was billie, billie. fucking. eilish. was saving you from an weirdo. She looked at you, with her crystal clear eyes, it just made your body shiver.

“are you okay?” she said with an soft voice, she was worried? with you? you just couldn’t believe this.

“yes… nothing surprising.” you said giggling was you felt yourself getting even more nervous.

“are you sure? let me give you some water okay?”you went quiet, nodding your head and saying you don’t need anything.. as she proceeds.

“i just feel guilty when things like that end up happening in my parties… please, can i at least make it up for you?” she said with an worried voice, making you give in to her.

“o-okay then.” you said as she took your hand carefully, taking you to the second part of her apartment, an quiet place were you could relax and forget a bit that men exist..

— 2am, on billie’s living room, LA.

You were now sitting on her couch, as she handed you an glass of water, sitting by your side, but not close enough to make you panic.

“im so sorry for that..” she said not looking at you, clearly embarassed about what happened.

“it was not your fault.” you said as she finally looked up to see you, she stared at you like she was searching something in you… she looked at you like she knew everything about you.

“you are all by yourself?” she questioned in a soft tone.

“actually i was with an friend… but she just vanished.. im not worried because she do this everytime we hang out… so yeah, im all by myself.” you replied with disappointment towards julie.

“not anymore, can i be your friend for a night?” she asked with an playfully smile, that fucking smile.

“only if you are capable of standing me.” i reply in the same playfully tone, but she was looking at me now in an even more suggestive way.

“im sure i can.” she replied, with the same tone, but now, her voice was lower.

At this point, you were unable to control yourself, to pretend ur not into her… your body betrays your mind, you smirk at her, giving her the confirmation that she wanted you to give.

“this dress looks pretty on you.” she says looking at you up and down, taking an little extra time to stare at your dress slit, she was admiring your exposed thigh as it like an work of art… and looking back at you as she was starving.

“stop that.” you said with your voice even lower, not knowing if you should look at her eyes or her mouth. You just knew she was devouring you with her sharp stare.

“stop what? im not doing nothing… you want me to do something, huh?” she spoke playing dumb as she bit her lip.

“shut up.” you said as you two got closer to each other. Now your hand was on the back of her neck, while she holded your waist carefully. She holded you like you were a porcelain doll, like she was afraid to break you.

“you want this? i will do anything… but just if you want to.” she says softly with her eyes half lided, looking at you, searching for an answer.

“please, i want you all.” you broke the eye contact while you said that, you were just too embarassed.. but that was the only thing she wanted to hear, she didn’t wait not even an second, she just kissed you. It was soft, but at the same time, it was hungry… she was exploring you, slowly, making every touch almost cinematographic.

You aren’t used to that softness, you quickly got on her lap, straddling her as she touched you softly. Exploring your body like it was something she was craving for, taking her time to feel all of you.

But in every dream, you wake up in the end. You felt like this when you heard your phone ring, julie’s name was across the screen… you quickly got up to answer her call.

“where are you? meet me up outside… quick please.” her tone was demanding, like you were the one who let her all alone. she quickly hang up not letting you being able even to reply to her and put her on her place.

“i need to go.. im so sorry.” you took your purse as billie got up too.

“no problem…” she said, clearly not knowing what to say… you were going to reply as you dropped your phone on her living room, it just ended up below her coffee table. You was slowly lowering yourself to catch it, but suddenly you felt her hand harshly pushing you back up.

“i get it for you.” she says in an kinda of nervous tone? you were just confused, but didn’t ask any questions. She got your phone as she smiled, clearly trying to make the situation less akward.

“thanks..” you smile back at her, as her arms start hugging your waist.

“do you really have to go..?” she said in an needy tone, almost looking up at you. One fun fact, you’ve only realized how short billie was in that moment.

“yeah.. i wanted to stay, i swear” you say as she let go off your waist.

“let me show you an another way out then, the front door is full of paparazzis, would you like me to escort you out, princess?” she spoke as she smirked, and you let her hold your hand and drag you to her back door.

There was some stairs, but you really didn’t care. You were almost glad to spend more time with her, even if it was a few seconds. It was magical, its like she knew everything that you liked, everything you wanted her to say, it was crazy. She was able to make you laugh, tease you, flirt with you, calm you down. It felt almost like she knew you, all about you.

As you two were about to walk out the door, she quickly pressed you against the wall and kissed you. It wasn’t long at all, but it seem so much more than just a kiss. That couldn’t be just a kiss, it was an desire, an craving, an urge to make you hers.

“ready?” she whispered before getting a little far away from you.. almost opening the door. As she opened, we could feel the flashes, all the paparazzi. We walked a little bit more, now being protected by billie’s security guard. Julie was sitting below an tree, she just saw the flashes and runned to jump on billie’s arms.. but she failed. Billie’s security just blocks her way to do so, and she almost fell down.

“sorry for that, bye billie.” i say as i help julie to get up and walk, she was so fucking drunk.

“see you soon.” she say as i walk away… what did she meant by that? you’ve really thought it was over by now, that she just would look for another girl to play with.

As you got on an táxi, your phone vibrated…

“unknown number, 2 new messages.”

— HIII, thank you sm for reading!! english its not my mother language so im really sorry if theres some grammar or spelling mistakes, hope you guys enjoy it!! pt 2 coming soon!!

[klausysworld]

Hey.. Been having a rough few days mentally.. Is it possible you could write an angst/fluff fic about Klaus saving the reader from death when she tries to unalive herself..? Pills being her poison of choice.. Klaus becoming terrified he lost the one thing that truly made his life meaningful again. He uses his blood to bring her back at just the brink of time. When she's conscious Klaus holds her tightly in relief and its super fluffy at the end..?

(Triggering content‼️)

A Moment of Comfort

Klaus had taken an interest in Y/n from day one.

She was a quiet person in a loud town and it interested him.

Everyone was self absorbed, nosey, invasive and involved but she just didn't seem to care.

At first he thought she might be the sarcastic type, the one that would give little quips that made up for her mostly observant side but she just didn't care. Not about anything. He thought that would bore him but he wanted to know why. He wanted to know what she wanted, what she needed to pull some care and some love, some happiness from within her.

Klaus had watched her a little, wanting to learn about her, to know her. However she wasn't someone you could know from the outside, he needed to understand her mind, her thoughts and her feelings to ever have any idea about who she really was.

Which was how he ended up sat beside her in the grill, tracing little patterns on her arm with his forefinger and chatting her ear off for the entirety of the afternoon. Eventually he had pulled a laugh from her and it made his whole face light up to see the smile that lingered on her delicate face.

She ended up with that same slightly detached look in her eyes when she pulled her hands away and left to walk home. Klaus followed her to keep her safe before going to his own house, wondering about her.

He learnt quickly that there was something mildly wrong. Maybe something sad had happened or maybe it was just the way she had become. There wasn't something wrong per say but there was something about her that made him worry for her. He wanted her to feel safe and secure but it was clear that she didn't always have that. Klaus wanted to be her net to catch her.

But first, he needed her to like him. Just a little bit.

She started to aswell.

She liked talking to him, listening to him. He grounded her when she got lost. After a while he would invite her over to his house and she would get to appreciate the Mikaelson manor. It was void and peaceful, she liked that about his home.

Klaus had bought a new chair just for her, it was round in shape so that she could curl up like he knew she wanted to. It was a protective position, defensive and he would often wonder why she felt so scared sometimes or perhaps just unstable?

He wasn't sure how to offer the security that he had to offer. However he knew that to really protect her, he needed her trust. Their understanding needed to be mutual to build a relationship of sorts. She had to help him help her.

But Y/n didn't really know how to do that. Who does?

Klaus tried though. He would offer her affection and someone to rely on from time to time. He would hold her when he could feel that she wanted that. Sometimes she would be more hesitant but after a little while she got used to his touch and enjoyed being wrapped in his strength, it made her feel shielded from the evil of the world.

Klaus would play with her hair until her eyes got heavy and sleep overtook her sweet mind. Often whens she slept he would just hold her tight and keep her warm, very occasionally he would actually put her into his bed; usually if it was already night or if he knew she was particularly exhausted. Every now and then her eyes would be particularly tired, sometimes he wondered if she was asleep with her eyes still open. He would see her expression go blank and he would try to talk to her, bring her back but every now and then he would accept that she wasn't in with the conversation and he would try to supply a source of comfort.

She was a good girl. Klaus knew that, she was sweet and loving but she reserved it for small moments and for certain people. Klaus became one of those people.

He cared for her, he even started to love her.

She was what he looked forward to when he got home. Whether he got to physically see her (which he did usually) or if it were just a phone call, even a text conversation. Y/n was the highlight of each day and he was hers.

Each week had gotten a little easier since he had started talking to her. He wanted to see her whether she was talkative or not, happy or not. Klaus was always there for her and she loved that, she learnt to love his love and she tried to love him but she wasn't sure that she. could allow herself to.

She was troubled, some would say. Y/n had been in a pattern of lows that would absorb her life more often then she anyone could handle.

It wasn't the first time she had spiralled. Collecting pills had become a habit years ago. She would save them up, had to be enough to actually kill her, she would always worry that she needed more to really cut it.

To be honest, Klaus hadn't even crossed her mind when she twisted the cap off of the once forgotten bottle of tasteless wine that had collected its own coat of dust.

Nothing passed her thoughts, not really. She just knew what she had to do, she had thought about it for too long. The consequences wouldn't be hers, she wouldn't be suffering. That was how she had grown to look at it.

It was only after she had swallowed an uncountable amount of pills that she considered Klaus's reaction. Surely it couldn't affect him that much though, they had only known each other a few months and he was a busy man. He would be able to distract himself after a couple days. He had a family that would support him. He didn't need her.

But he did.

Klaus had been calling her on and off for hours, the first couple times she didn't pick up he thought she might've bene asleep but the fear that something deeper was wrong started to sink in.

He was in his car and at her house after the seventh missed call and he knew something was wrong.

The door was broken in within seconds and he was making his way inside, calling for her.

"Y/n? Love?" He yelled, brows furrowed as he pushed through the rooms to find her room.

Everything stopped moving when he saw her.

On the floor, leant against the side of her bed unconscious, wine spilt and staining the carpet but that didn't concern him. It was the barely beating heart in her chest and the few pills that she must've been too out of it to take.

"No no no no no" He whispered, his legs going weak causing him to crawl toward her, pulling her to him with urgency. "Oh love, it's okay" He uttered, tears welling in his eyes and his throat closing. "It's okay, I got you"

His hands lifted her head but she couldn't hold it up, her eyes wouldn't open and she couldn't breathe. He couldn't get her to breathe.

He bit into his wrist, forcing it to her mouth and tried to have his blood drip down into her system.

"Come on, come on, come on" He begged, cupping her jaw and kissing her forehead.

"Yes" He uttered when she groaned and coughed, spluttering a burst of his blood out. She gagged and he held her up, rubbing the top of her back.

She went heavy in his hold but she was alive and that's all that mattered so he just kept holding onto her. Burying his face into her hair and whispering his prayers.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's alright I have you"

His eyes stung as he clung onto her. He could see her vision returning and cupped her face gently but firmly in his hands.

"Look at me, love." he murmured, hidden desperation behind each word as she senses came to and she glanced around confused. For a split second she wasn't sure what had happened before the memory flooded in and she let out an exhausted cry. She closed her eyes and let her body stay limp, head against his shoulder whilst she breathed shallowly.

Faintly she could hear Klaus's begging whispers, she could feel his soft touch and smell his rich scent. It brought a small sense of comfort but did not stop the silent tears from slipping down the cheeks that his hands held. The press of his lips lingered for a moment on her forehead before she felt his arm slip under her knees and lift her body.

He held her to him whilst his spare hand hurriedly grabbed whatever necessities he could spot. A blanket was tucked against her and to his arm so she was shielded from the wind when they sped outside and through the streets of New Orleans. Within a moments thought they were within the warmth of the abattoir and Klaus's cologne swallowed her. She murmured uneasily as he lay her in his bed and wrapped both the sheets and himself around her, leaving her no opportunity to ever get away from him. Not that she had any desire to pull away from his hold in that moment. Waking up from what was supposed to be her death was only the slightest bit manageable with Klaus at her side.

Silently she thought about apologising but she wasn't sure it would be truthful so she remained quiet as he stroke her hair and pepper the tiniest of kisses across her face as though they were sun-kissed freckles.

"You cannot leave me like this" He whispered, his voice cracking in a way that hurt her heart and made her eyes squeeze shut. She worried he would be angry or upset with her but when his arms held her tighter and his forehead pressed to hers, and he muttered to her "I promise I will do all that I can to make you feel whatever comfort you need so long as you never attempt to leave me again", she didn't feel pressure or weight.

She content in a strange way, she felt a slight feeling of peace overcome her mind for a moment as she put as much trust as she could in his hands.

Klaus would never break that trust, he would never take away her comfort, he would never leave her alone again.

[evoscancelled]

OMG, finally someone who thinks that Caitlyn is not rough all the time. I mean, look at her when she was with Vi – SHE WAS SO GENTLE THERE, ITS CANON (I'm not saying she wouldn't get rough and aggresive at times) (By the way, I love the headcanons!)

caitlyn kiramman NSFW headcanon

content : afab/fem reader, nsfw, soft sex, fluff??

writers note : thank you so much!! making a part two fairly soon of the caitlyn hcs.

men dni!

based off of my last post— where the majority of the nsfw headcanons were rough/dom!cait.— check it out if you haven’t, yall!! :))

—

she would NOT be rough all the time. there are still nights she wants to make love to you and remind you how much she really does set you as one of her top priorities.

I really headcanon her to be somewhat starved to actual romance and love before she met you, and not just rough n kinky sex, ykwim?

yes, she’s a dominant person but I’m not saying there aren’t times where she wouldn’t “bottom” or let you take the lead. sometimes she just gets tired and doesn’t feel like doing all the crazy stuff, she just wants to make you cum.

which I mean you oblige because caitlyn kiramman making you cum?? who’s to deny that?? and also the instance you get to top her?? bet.

she’s just soft and slow at times, really taking her time, kissing you down your body, whispering the corniest shit to you like “we are gonna spend the rest of our life together, yeah?”— but it’s in her cute lil british accent so it doesn’t even matter, plus, you literally dig it.

I really cannot stress this enough— she is desperate to make you happy, she loves you so much she can feel that shit in her heart PHYSICALLY. nothing you do goes unnoticed— you are comfortable enough to let her access your body? she’s melting. you share your insecurities and secrets with her? she’s never telling anyone else ever.

fucks you with a sliiightly smaller strap than when she rams the shit out of you— but the way she talks you through it is so sweet and pure.

“fuck.. ur doing good, okay, love?”

“tell me if it gets too much, wont you, darling?”

“ur so sweet for me”

“you are so pretty, you know that?”

“I’m so proud of you.”

and when she’s about to cum—

“fuckfuck— iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” as if there is some urgency to remind you

“hah— I’m close— I’m close.. cum with me?”

“mmh, I’m gonna cum, okay?”

“are you getting close?— mngghh..— want you to cum with me okay?”

“you— mmh— look so good when you are about to cum, darling.”

the aftercare is— im sorry to say— but it’s immaculate.

if you don’t feel like showering or bathing, she just brings you a warm, wet towel and wipes your privates as she leaves little kisses down your stomach

brings you a glass of water with a lemon in it n shit, gets all fancy and sometimes pops out the wine.

prepares a little snack like cheese n crackers or some kind of fruit

holds you and tells you how much she loves you, kissing your forehead and always making sure you fall asleep before her.

—

01/11/25

[in-a-mountain-pool]

Aegon is literally a mess isn't he? Loved this Beans!!! Such a cool start to the big bang! (Genuine picture of Aegon featured below~)

Author: @ripdragonbeans | Artist: @ewanmitchellcrumbs

Title: Look at Me | Category: F/M | Rating: Explicit | Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: Angst, smut.

Summary: As Aegon's roommate and best friend you've been getting annoyed with the constant hook-ups he's been having in the apartment and his changing attitude. It all comes to a breaking point when one of his hook-ups insults and taunts you in your own home.

Read the full story on AO3.

Created as part of the House of the Dragon Big Bang '23 event on @hotd-bigbang

[jyoongim]

I loooooved your alastor x reader morning after post! Could you do another soft smut? Like passionate *love making* after a night out sort of thing?

Note: bit more of a fluffy smut.

Themes: established relationship, drinking, kissing, self-masturabtion, soft smut, very lovely dovey

The sound of slow sensual jazz played in the background as you swayed against Alastor. The drinks you had drunk filled your head with a buzzing as he twirled you around. He dipped you, bringing you back up and you wrapped your arms around him, head against his chest. 

The two of you swayed on the dance floor, enjoying the ambiance of the lounge.

Oh how you loved nights like this. It was rare that the two of you had time to yourselves. The night had been filled with flirty banter, jokes, drinks, and dancing.

What a time!

You sighed happily, giggling as Alastor pressed soft kisses to your glossy lips. “How bout a nightcap ma cherie?” he suggested, voice low and soft.

You waved to Mimzy, who sent you a wink, as the two of you left the lounge.

The hotel was dark and quiet, everyone having gone to bed.

You hummed as you kicked your heels off and began taking your jewelry off. You tousled your curls, happy to have the pins out and hair finally down.

Alastor had removed his coat and bow tie, unbuttoned his dress shirt as he took a seat at the little table that was in your shared room. A bottle of whiskey appeared along with two glasses.

As you approached him, he pulled you into his lap, pouring the two of you a drink as some soft tunes played on his radio.

”Oh Alastor, I truly had a good time. Its been a while since we were able to cut a rug like that” you said sipping your drink as he curled an arm around your waist.

He hummed, downing his drink “I would have to agree my dear. Truly was an amazing night. You still got it.”

The warmth Alastor gave off and liquor had you purring as you relaxed into him.

You drank until half the bottle was empty.

Your body buzzed as you listened to him talk about the night.

Your head nuzzled into his shoulder, sighing content.

Alastor ran his nose along the column of your neck, peppering kisses from your shoulder to ear, sharp teeth softly nipping at the lobe, tugging at it.

”Alastor…” you turned in his lap, legs spreading on either side of him, your dress bunching at your hips. Big hands gripped your hips as you looped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a sultry kiss.

Your tongues danced as you slowly began to grind against him.

You mewled as you felt hands trail up your thighs and paw at your stockings.

You opted to trail kisses along his neck as his hips pressed up into yours.

Alastor purred “Let’s get a bit more comfortable shall we?”

Slipping from his lap, you began to undress. You shimmied out your dress, giggling as Alastor’s hands pulled your garter and stockings, kissing your thighs and ankles as your legs slipped out of the sheer material.

You tugged him by the pant loops to the bed as he shrugged his shirt off.

Your hands greedily roamed his exposed skin as he unbuckled his pants.

Your lips found his, pulling him down on top of you as you laid on the bed.

Your legs settled around his waist as y’all engaged in a passionate make out session.

You panted in his mouth as you felt his thumb rub on your clothed mound. Your thin panties doing little to hide your growing wetness.

”aah Alastor please” you begged as he pressed tight circles on your puffy clit.

”such a pretty thing you are” he gruffly said, pulling your panties down your thighs.

Your cheeks were red as he sat back on his haunches to take you in.

Disheveled, cheeks red from drinking, lips swollen from kissing, chest rising as you took deep breaths.

You truly were a beauty.

“What do my pretty baby want?” He asked, head tilting as a playful smile stretched across his face at your pout.

You slowly bumped your foot against his crotch, softly nudging the heavy weight that was restrained.

”You…Alastor i want you” you whined, hoping he wouldn’t tease you.

He slithered to your side, one hand cradling your head to look at him, the other palming a tit.

He pressed a kiss to the chub of your hot cheek, purring into your ear “Then show me how much you want me”

Your hand slowly trailed down your body, finding your hot heat.

Your eyes closed as your fingers coated into contact with your throbbing clit.

A gentle pinch had you open your eyes to see red irises staring at you intensely “Ah Ah keep those eyes on me mon cheri”

A whimper left your throat as you softly rubbed at your clit, electric shocks running through you.

You plunged two fingers into you, coating them in your slick.

You switched between fingering yourself and rubbing at your clit.Your back arched into Alastor, who began rolling a nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging as you moaned.

”ooohh fuck please please” your hips jerked as you felt your orgasm bubbling.

You never had Alastor watch you as you brought yourself to orgasm.

A tug of your nipple as you worked your clit sent you over the edge.

Your throaty moan was swallowed as Alastor clashed his lips to yours. Hand that was toying with your nipple quickly at your clit, flicking away as you grinded your hips to his fingers, riding out your release.

You panted as he chuckled at you,  body spent and relaxing after your orgasm eased.

His cock was now tight in his pants as he watch you come down from your blissful high.

”That’s a good girl” he kissed your forehead as he situated himself above you. Pulling his dick free, he slide it along your sticky slit, coating him.

“Al…” you trailed off looking at him with lidded eyes as he slide inside you.

He let out a soft grunt as he eased inside you, burying his cock til his balls were flushed against your ass.

If he thought you were beautiful coming apart, you thought alastor looked his best when he was displaying more tender emotions.

His body lowered onto yours, covering your small frame as he softly thrusted into you.

”I love you” you said breathlessly as he rocked his hips into yours.

Usually sex with Alastor was rough, which you couldn’t complain about, but there was something about him being so soft that always made the activity a lot more enjoyable than usual.

He was extra attentive, muttering sweet nothings as he made you cry out in ecstasy.

Alastor smiled at your conviction and curled a finger under your chin to pull you into a soft kiss.

Your ankles interlocked around his hips as you moaned into the kiss. He tasted like the whiskey you had been drinking. Your claws dug into his shoulders as he whispered against your lips 

“Let me show you my love” he thrusted up into you as he sucked at your neck.

The room was filled with your soft moans and his heavy grunts as you spent the night reassuring each other of your love.

Alastor mindlessly rubbed your back as you snored into his chest. He pressed a kiss to your hair as he watched you snuggle into him, a content smile on your face.

Oh how he loved you. He might not always say it but he always knew how to show you that his love was always there.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

my angel

part 2 to angel

words: 3.6k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, protected sex, p in v sex, reader is a stripper, reader also gets called a bitch and assaulted but its not very graphic or "bad", f receiving oral

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“there’s my favorite regular.” you smile, plopping down on rafes lap before he even pays. you know that he’s good for it.

“angel.” rafes hands land on your hips, rubbing his thumbs over the bare skin there. security already knows that you consent to his touches.

as promised, rafe has become a regular at your strip club. some days he comes with his friends, who you have learned are named topper and kelce, but it’s usually just him, alone in his regular seat, eyes not drifting from you, ignoring all the other strippers who try to get his attention, especially after seeing how much he tips.

you sometimes take him in back, depending on the day and how long it’s been since he’s last been in. he’s always more needy, willing to pay for more when he’s away for a couple nights, but you stick to your original rule of mouth only.

“lap dance?” you ask, watching rafe pull a bill out of his shirt pocket.

“how about i pay you for a lap dance and you sit here and talk to me instead? just for five minutes, i want to get to know you better.” rafe has been trying to get closer to you every week, and as he spends more time there, you start to let him, but still say no politely every time he asks you out.

“mmm, fine.” you hum, letting yourself relax on his lap, feeling your core press against his thigh. “stick it here.” you pull on the cup of your bra, allowing rafe to slot the folded up bill against your breast. he lets his fingers skim down the soft white fabric, teasing over your nipple briefly before dropping back down to hold onto your hips.

“where are you from?” rafe asks, and you respond with your hometown, about an hour further inland.

he continues to ask you basic questions, like your favorite color, food, and so on. you feel so natural talking back and forth that you forget that you’re even at work, until the stripper right before your set comes on stage, and you know you have to go in back to get ready.

“well, thanks for that chat, rafe.” you stand up, his hands hesitating to leave your body. “i’ll be watching you while i’m on stage.” you give him a wink and walk away, making sure to sway your ass, knowing he’s watching.

you don’t perform solo every night, so it’s a real treat for rafe when you do. you prepare backstage, putting on a few more layers and your favorite accessory, a small white befeathered pair of angel wings, to go along with your stripper name.

when your music starts, you head out onto the stage, dancing slowly to the music, keeping the act up by pretending to be shy and demure as you slowly strip off the layers of clothing that you just put on until you’re in a simple pair of white lingerie.

you twirl around the pole, every time turning to keep your eyes on rafe in the crowd, although you do try to glance at the other men, you just can’t help but be drawn to your most loyal regular.

the song changes to the last one of your set, the one where you will strip off that final layer of clothes. you’ve danced topless, but tonight is your first night going fully nude, and you feel some excitement rise over the nerves at getting to do this for rafe specifically.

you shed your top, covering your nipples with your fingertips while the crowd cheers. you finally raise your hands up, hips still moving to the beat of the song, dollars being thrown onto the stage.

you turn your back to the audience, finally ready to reveal the final part of yourself. you pull your underwear down your legs, keeping your movements as innocent as you can while dancing fully naked.

you meet rafes eyes, a look of lust in them that you hadn’t seen before. you smile, just for him, as you finish your dance before moving off the stage. 

you take a deep breath, pulling on your second look of the night, only having to perform one more time in a group later on, but you were just in the back for that. you take a minute to eat some food before heading out onto the floor for lap dances.

you head straight towards rafe, wanting to get his reaction to your final dance, when your wrist is suddenly grabbed by an older man.

“hey!” you shout, tugging your arm away. “no touching.” 

you know he knows the rule. everyone gets told it a thousand times before they’re allowed to enter. no touching the dancers without express permission, anywhere on their body.

“sorry, sweets, you just keep going to pretty boy over there.” the man says, and you glance up to see rafe watching the interaction with his jaw locked.

“would you like a dance?” you ask, flicking your eyes back to the man, his entire body reeking of alcohol. it’s one thing you like about rafe, he always orders a glass of whiskey, but he’s never drunk when you dance for him.

the man pulls out a $20 bill, and you snatch it out of his hand more rude than you should for a paying customer, but he put you off by grabbing your wrist, and the $20 gives you a good reason to keep it short, it doesn’t pay for a lot.

you turn around, keeping yourself hovering over the mans lap as you dance half-heartedly, letting your mind drift elsewhere than what you’re currently doing. you eventually lower down so you’re just barely touching him, but when the song ends you pull away.

“you’re not done yet, bitch.” he grabs your hips, pulling you back down as you let out a squeal, losing your footing and falling against him.

rafe is over to you quicker than security is, pulling you off of his lap and into his arms. you turn in his hold as security grabs the man, leading him towards the door as he screams about how much of a bitch you are.

“are you okay?” rafe asks, rubbing your arms, walking you to the outskirts of the room as the final number hits the stage, something you’re supposed to join in the next couple minutes, but you know security already relayed it to your boss what happened.

“yeah, i’m fine.” you shiver, glancing at the door to double check that he is actually gone. “thanks for rescuing me.”

“no problem, angel.” rafe says softly, pulling you into a hug, that you graciously accept, surprised how natural the intimate touch feels, especially considering all of your previous interactions have been sexual.

“i need to get backstage.” you sigh, forcing yourself to step away.

“of course.” rafe squeezes your hand before letting you go. 

you complete the final dance of the night, body working on autopilot as you try to forget the sound of the mans voice calling you a bitch. you finish the dance and head backstage, only glancing briefly at rafe as you leave the stage.

you chat idly with the other dancers, but you mostly keep to yourself tonight as you wash your face free of makeup, change out of your lingerie for a comfy sweat set, and to your biggest relief, take off your heels for a pair of crocs.

“bye, girls!” you call, making sure to have counted your money and cleaned up your locker before leaving. 

you head out the back door, swinging your car keys in your hand as you head towards your vehicle. you get the feeling of being watched, your step quickening when you hear the one voice you don’t want to.

“hey, bitch!” you don’t turn to look, breaking into a run, but the man, even in his inebriated state is faster than your tired legs, grabbing you and shoving you against your car. you hope security is watching the footage of the parking lot as you leave like they’re supposed to, but even then it will take them a full minute.

“please, let me go!” you shout, trying to force the mans hands off of you.

“hey!” you turn your head to the side, coming face to face with your savior once again as rafe shoves the guy off of you and onto the ground, his head smacking against the pavement, but he stays conscious as rafe shouts at him to never touch you or come back here again.

security runs out as you sink to the ground, dropping your head to your knees as you cry. you can tell just from the scent and feel that it’s rafe who wraps his arms around you.

“shh, you’re okay. i got you.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you wipe away your tears as security escorts him away, bringing him back inside to do who knows what. you’ll let your boss handle that.

“i’m okay.” you whisper, not sure how much you actually mean it as rafe helps you up off the ground. 

you stand in silence for a minute, just holding his hand as you calm down.

“thank you for rescuing me. i guess you’re my angel.” you giggle, making rafe smile. “what were you still doing here anyways?” “well…” rafe trails off, looking guilty. “i always stay until i see you get into your car. just to make sure that you’re safe. you really shouldn’t be walking out alone.”

“rafe, oh my god.” you pitch yourself forward, wrapping your arms around his torso. “you really don’t have to do that, that’s so sweet.” “i wouldn’t want anything to happen to you, angel.” he squeezes you against him.

“y/n.” you pull away to look rafe in the eye as you tell him. “my name is y/n.” 

rafes mouth breaks into a wide grin. “nice to finally meet you, y/n.” 

you turn to look at your car before turning back to rafe. “i really don’t want to be alone tonight.” you tell him, hoping he gets the hint, and you can tell from the look in his eye that he understands exactly what you want, lacing your hands together and leading you towards his car.

you keep quiet on the drive, not even sure how long it is, focusing on the music and rafes hand on your thigh to quell the negative thoughts of if it’s a bad idea to go back with someone who you’ve never seen outside of the strip club.

rafe pulls up to a huge house, and you gape for a moment, but you knew he had money, so it’s not too much of a surprise as he heads around the car to open the door for you.

“thanks for letting me stay over.” you say, admiring how beautiful rafe looks in the moonlight.

“of course, y/n.” rafe smiles, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. you kiss back instantly, keeping it sweet but still passionate as you enjoy the moment before rafe pulls away to lead you inside, and up into his bedroom, not wanting to waste any time.

“did you like my dance today?” you ask as rafe sits on the bed. you stand in between his legs, letting his hands run over your hips and thighs. 

“i loved it.” he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your stomach over your hoodie. “such a pretty pussy.”

he tugs at the zipper, pulling it down and letting it fall from your shoulders, leaving you in a thin tanktop, clearly not wearing any bra. rafe smiles, cupping your breasts. “i may see these every week, but i still am breathless every time i see your body.”

you pull your top off, rafes hands quickly taking the same place without the layer of fabric in between. you moan as his thumbs rub over your nipples.

“fuck, it feels so good.” you moan as rafe leans forward, his lips wrapping around your nipple and giving it a suck. you press your chest into his mouth as his fingers toy with the other nipple, giving you equal stimulation before switching to taste the other one.

rafe pulls away to take his shirt off, and your eyes widen at the muscles revealed. you could tell he was fit, but seeing him shirtless has you in awe.

“take your pants off and get on the bed.” rafe stands when you take a step back to pull your sweatpants and underwear off all at once, no point in hiding it when rafes seen it all before. you lay down on the bed, not sure what position rafe is going to want to fuck you in, all you know is that you want him.

rafe pulls his pants off but leaves his underwear on as he climbs onto the bed. you expect him to continue up and kiss you, but he drops to his stomach in between your legs.

“rafe-” you gasp when he presses kisses to your thighs, trying to get him to stop by closing your legs.

“shh, no.” rafe says gently, pushing your legs back open. “you’ve given me blowjobs with nothing in return, let me eat you out.”

“you paid me in return!” you argue back, feeling your wetness grow at the thought of rafes mouth against your cunt. you’ve never had such an intimate moment with a man before, all of the ones you’ve been with in the past just wanting to use your pussy for their pleasure then leave.

“those were pennies compared to what you deserve. come on baby, let me taste this pretty pussy.” “i’ve never…” you sigh, ashamed to admit this, “i’ve never had someone eat me out before.”

rafe is silent for a moment, and you worry what he’s thinking. “i know i’m a stripper and everything but i’m not super experienced and i’ve just never-” “baby.” rafe says softly, getting you to shut your mouth. “i am only mad that no man has ever done this to you before. you absolutely deserve the pleasure i am about to give you.”

and with that, rafe leans forward, going straight for your clit as he licks broad strokes over the most sensitive part of you, making you see stars from the sudden pleasure he brings you.

“oh my god, yes!” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure overwhelms you. rafe drops his mouth lower, tongue lapping against your entrance and greedily tasting your wetness, gathering it all into his mouth.

he swirls his tongue along your folds, touching new parts of you with every movement, keeping his focus on your pleasure as he darts back to your clit to press kisses to it, your back arching off the bed as you cry out.

“you’ve had a hard day, y/n.” rafe says, barely pulling his mouth away from your pussy, letting his words vibrate. “just relax and let me make you feel good.”

you take a deep breath and settle into the bed, bringing your hands to his hair as you push his head back between your spread thighs. rafe juts his tongue out, letting you move him as he licks obsessively over your pussy.

he brings his mouth back to your clit, kissing and licking gently as one of his fingers prods at your entrance, easily being able to slip in due to how wet you are.

rafe moans against your clit as he pumps his finger in and out of you. you want to squeal at the movement, but you manage to control yourself to just moans as you feel your high getting closer, never having it come so quickly with a partner before.

“fuck, rafe, i’m close!” you warn, but he doesn’t pull away, doubling down on his efforts until you burst, flooding his mouth as you squirt onto the bed sheets, but it doesn’t phase him as he continues to eat you out as you ride out your orgasm.

he finally pulls his face away from your soaked cunt, wiping his mouth against a dry part of the bed sheets. 

“oh my god, i’m so sorry, i didn’t think i was gonna squirt.” you cover your face with your hands.

“y/n.” rafe says gently, draping his body over yours and pulling your hands away from your face. “you have nothing to be embarrassed about. that was the hottest thing ever. look how hard you made me.”

rafe presses against your core, and you moan out from your oversensitive clit being stimulated so soon after an orgasm, wishing the fabric of his underwear wasn’t in the way so rafe could plunge inside of you.

“can i fuck you now or do you need a break?” rafe smirks when you scoff, you need him immediately and you think your body might just explode if he isn’t inside of you soon.

rafe tugs his underwear off, revealing his cock that you’ve had in your mouth so many times, now about to cross the final boundary. rafe grabs a condom he must have tossed onto the bed at some point, rolling it over his cock before getting back into position, hovering over you.

you don’t bother to argue about letting you ride him after he ate you out, knowing rafe is focused on your pleasure right now, not like guys you’ve been with in the past wanting you to ride them and then bust within minutes.

“god, i’ve wanted this so bad since i first laid eyes on you.” rafe mumbles, mostly speaking to himself as his cock presses against your entrance. 

you connect your lips in a kiss as he pushes inside, both simultaneously moaning as he sinks deeper into your cunt until he’s completely nestled in your heat.

“you can move.” you whisper after a moment, not needing anymore time to adjust, craving his quick thrusts into you, but while rafe starts to move, he keeps it slow and passionate, rolling his hips against yours in a steady motion. 

“heaven.” rafe kisses your forehead, then both your cheeks, before connecting your mouth in a kiss. “your pussy is heaven.”

you blush under the praise, not used to something so intimate, used to sex being impersonal, being seen just as an object.

“god, you have to keep letting me fuck you after this, angel, i’m never gonna get enough.” rafe moans, grinding against you to give your clit some stimulation.

“you can fuck me whenever you want if you-” you gasp at a particularly deep thrust from rafe “move faster.” rafe smiles, hips starting to buck into you with earnest now, his cock pressing so deep that it has you seeing stars.

“fuck, that’s good.” you whine, squirming underneath rafe as he ignores your movements underneath him, focusing on thrusting into you.

rafe grunts as you feel his cock move against your walls, his face twisting in pleasure. you grab his shoulders, needing to feel connected to him.

“this…” you pant, moving your body on the bed to match rafes thrusts, bringing your hips up despite the burn in your stretched thighs. “is the best sex i’ve ever had.” you tell him honestly.

the side of rafes lip quirks up in a cocky smile, bending to press your lips together as he keeps his rhythm. you regret not agreeing to this earlier. you would have fucked rafe the first night he came to the club if you knew he was this good in bed.

“sounds like you should be the one paying me.” rafe jokes, making you slap his shoulder gently, unable to really laugh as he keeps you moaning with his cock touching every part of you, his pelvic hitting your clit with every thrust.

“close.” you tell rafe, feeling your orgasm building up again, hoping rafe is also close because you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“me too, baby.” rafe groans, his cock swelling inside of you. you’re unable to hold back the rush any longer, entire body shaking as rafes cock forces your orgasm from you, again a rush of liquid being expelled as your arms tighten around rafes shoulders, pulling his body flush against yours, wanting to feel as much of him as possible.

you barely even notice rafe pulling out and tugging the condom off, rutting against your stomach until he cums, covering your torso. 

you breathe deeply as you let go, letting rafe flop to the side to lay on the bed next to you, both recovering from the activity, heartbeat slowly coming back to normal. when you’re able to move your body again, you turn on your side to come face to face with rafe.

“hey.” he smiles gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“hey.” you giggle.

“i knew you wouldn’t regret coming home to me.” rafe says, rubbing his hand over your back.

“i made a mess of your bed though.” you feel a flush of embarrassment, looking down at the wetness that has soaked into the sheets.

“we will just shower than sleep in one of the guest beds. you can make a mess of all of them for all i care, anything to have you again…” rafe pauses for a moment, letting you enjoy his rough hand smoothing over your skin. “you will let me have you again, right?” “yeah.” you nod, there’s no way you can give up rafe now that you’ve gotten a taste. “you can even take me on that date if you still want to.”

rafe smiles, positioning himself on top of your body, pressing kisses all over your face, hands tickling at your sides as you squirm with laughter underneath him. “my angel.” rafe sighs happily, pressing a kiss to your lips.

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Husband!Steve Harrington x Reader | Inspired by this request

Road trip! You, Steve, and your two boys (with Eddie along for the ride) have made it to the lake you’ll be camping at for the next couple of days. Steve is having some major baby fever. He manages to work out a plan with Eddie that secures time alone for just the two of you, to work on making baby #3…

Includes breeding kink, oral (f receiving) squirting, soft dom!steve, fingering, cum play

For the first time since leaving Hawkins, you hear nothing. No arguing, no complaining, no children’s voices spouting ‘Jimmy just called me a mean name!’- or - ‘Mom! Dad! Dusty’s copying me!’ - or the classic ‘Are we there yet???’ - (which, to be fair, the last one was also asked by Eddie more than a few times…)

Regardless, your and Steve’s two delightfully mischievous boys were talking up a storm the whole way to Kentucky. Somehow, miraculously, Steve had managed to drive the five of you over the Kentucky border and to the lake (your destination) without losing his mind.

Once the boys were set loose from the confines of the cramped backseat, they were able to run around and burn off some energy while you, Eddie and Steve set up camp. Thankfully, the process went smoothly and quickly. You all changed into your swimsuits and had a refreshing dip in the lake to cool off after.

In spite of the challenges parenting entailed, Steve couldn’t help but admire the lives the two of you had created together. The ones that made you a family, so much more than just a couple. Being Jimmy and Dusty’s dad was the greatest honor Steve had ever had, along with being your husband. He hoped, just as you did, to one day expand your family even further. As he watched you playing in the water, yelling ‘Marco!’ as your boys called back ‘Polo!,’ Steve realized he didn’t want to wait another day to start expanding…

Convincing Eddie to take the boys into a nearby town for a movie and ice cream was easy enough. Movies and ice cream were two of Eddie’s favorite things already, and the wad of cash Steve stuffed into his hand was even more incentive to get the kids out of your hair for a few hours.

Now that you’re alone, the silence feels strange. Steve makes up for it by taking your hand and walking with you out to the edge of the lake, helping you relax. He’s got this dreamy, far-away look in his eyes as he gazes out over the water.

“Hey,” you nuzzle his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“I was just thinking,” Steve replies, his hands settling at the small of your back. “About how pretty you look every time I get you pregnant…” His comment catches you off guard, but not in a bad way. You’re…curious. Steve tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, a suggestive glint in his hazel eyes. “…This beautiful belly all swollen and round…”

Steve’s hands glide around your waist and over your stomach, traveling upward to linger on your breasts. “…These gorgeous tits, full and heavy with milk for our baby-.” He abruptly lowers his lips to your breast and tugs your nipple through your shirt. “-And me,” Steve grins up at you, a devilish smirk that has your clit throbbing. “I think I’d like to see you that way again,” he adds, and suddenly, the pieces begin to fall into place.

“You dirty boy,” you tease, a big smile on your face. “Is that why you asked Eddie to take the boys to a movie? So you could fuck me?”

Steve holds you by the wrist, pulling your hand to his crotch. Your fingers instinctively curve around the thick outline of his erection. “I’m not just going to fuck you, honey,” Steve murmurs, his other hand clutching the back of your hair. “I’m gonna get you pregnant tonight...”

Minutes later, you’re both stripped naked and on the floor of your tent. Steve’s hands are all over you, pawing at your body like he’s fucking you for the first time. Guiding a hand between your legs, Steve gropes your cunt roughly till it’s weeping against his palm. He pads his thumb against the puffy button between your slick thighs, making you tremble. Sinking his lips over your earlobe, Steve tugs gently at the soft, sensitive skin. His fingers glide between your swollen, slippery folds, your pussy throbbing under his skillful touch.

“Steve,” you breathe against his cheek, as his thumb rubs circles over your clit. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna come-.” He suddenly removes his hand; and as you’re reeling from the loss of stimulation, Steve’s crawling down your body and burying his face between your thighs, latching his lips over your clit and sucking the plump bud till you’re moaning his name at the top of your lungs. With a guttural shout, you come undone in Steve’s mouth, gushing between his lips, creating a slippery puddle on the floor of the tent.

Steve lifts his head from between your legs, his face glistening with your cum. He moves quickly up your body, eyes locked with yours as he enters you. A dull groan leaves Steve’s lips, his eyes now glazed with a rabid look of hunger. He pounds your cunt in sharp, determined thrusts, knowing he won’t be able to last long with the way you’re gripping his cock. Steve lurches his hips into yours at a pace that has you light-headed and stupid, reducing you to little more than a bitch to be bred.

Steve’s arms are locked around your upper body, clutching you to his chest. Growling like an animal into your shoulder, Steve pumps your cunt full of his seed, filling and overfilling you till he’s punching his own semen out of you with every thrust. He pulls out of you gently, looking between your bodies at your pussy, sloshing with his cum as you wriggle your hips. “Stay still, honey,” Steve sweetly scolds you. “Little pussy’s so tight, gonna push my cum right out if y’keep moving like that…”

You still your hips, grinning up at Steve’s face, and how serious he’s being. Your smile evaporates into a gasp as Steve’s fingers press inside you, working slick squelching sounds out of your cunt as he scoops and stuffs his oozing cum deeper inside you. “Mmm,” he coos down at you, rubbing his thumb along your inner thigh. “You look so good on your back like this, stuffed full of my cum…” He leans over your body and presses his lips to yours. “…Now keep those hips elevated, baby,” he instructs, glancing at his watch, the only article of clothing he has on. “Stay like this for the next twenty minutes or so, yeah? While I go chop some wood for the fire tonight.”

You nod obediently, deliriously in love with your husband, parting your lips to invite his tongue between them. You watch Steve pull his jeans back on and exit the tent, leaving you bred and contented inside. Your eyelids grow heavy, and you fall asleep to the sound of Steve chopping wood outside the tent. While you dream, your womb accepts Steve’s seed as it has twice before…and you dream of him holding his first daughter in his arms…

[kjdkive]

a nice surprise - l.jn

warnings: fwb, smut, nasty, fluffy, will make you feel single even if you're not, grammar mistakes

a's/n: thinking of making a part two cause this type of jeno is making me feel crazzy. also, part two?

you shouldn't be really doing this, grabbing the key of his apartment jeno told you the location of in case of an emergency, but this is a real emergency and he isn't answering your texts, neither caring about the fact that you're ovulating and going crazy just at the thought of his touch. well, it's not like you have never been to his place alone, you've been here more times than you'd like to admit. but right now, you needed him like you needed oxygen. you don't think he will be angry, or will he? no, i mean, how could he say no to a horny-you in the middle of his living room?

"i guess i'll make myself comfortable." you layed on the couch and turned on the tv, played a random movie but you couldn't pay attention, you were just only thinking of jeno. 

40 minutes have passed and there's still not any signs of him, not even a reply to your text you sent him three hours ago. all of a sudden, you hear the locks of the door make sounds and you prepare yourself for maybe the best, maybe the worst. who knows? 

you watch the man you've been waiting for almost an hour now not notice you, he seemed stressed... maybe that's why he was not replying and just needed to be alone... did you fuck up? he dropped his backpack to the floor and took off his shoes and shirt, leaving himself with just the gray sweatpants he was wearing. three words: holy jesus fuck. 

"jesus." he said, getting shocked from the fact he hadn't see you there. "what are you doing here?" 

"hi, sorry, i grabbed the secret key you told me about and let myself in. i don't know, you weren't replying to my texts and i wanted to see you." 

"you wanted to see me..." he asks smiling as he sits down beside you "or to fuck me?" he grabs you by the waist and sits you down on his lap. 

"mmm, what is the correct answer to that right now?" you caress his hair and smile at him too. "is everything okay? i know letting myself in was weird but when you got here i noticed something was off." 

"aw, you worry about me, maybe you will get some." 

"oh my god, are my tactics working?" you ask, laughing. 

he kisses you as he grabs your face to have the control on the kiss. it's soft and not too short. 

"nothing to worry about, baby." he moves you again so both of your legs are on his sides. "i'm struggling to understand a class and i'm not having enough time to study because of my job, so yeah, it's just the normal stress of everyday." 

you give him a peck on the lips and cup his face with both of your hands and you just give him a soft look, you truly did not want him to stress out, he's the smartest, hard-working boy you know out there, he deserves a 100% scholarship and everything paid, not this. 

"you're really smart, though. like you make me feel really dumb sometimes when you start speaking engineer nerd lingo, it's also really hot." he giggles and you scratch his hair softly while still looking at him, you just feel his hand caress your lower back and sometimes your legs. "besides, hard work pays off and you know that. your job will let you grow on your career and well, we all need a major. just know that this stress will not last forever." you give him a kiss again and another one on his nose. 

"wow, you really will say all that to get some dick." he tells you and you smack his bare chest. 

"fuck you." 

"yeah, you're really trying." he laughs and stops to stare at his hands touching your legs, then your butt and at the end your waist. you get startled when he pushes you towards him lightly. and he kisses you, fervently, the way you've been wanting to get kissed all day. the "problem" right now is that he has never kissed you this passionately. the way his lips move against yours is making you feel something you've never felt before, not with him nor any men you've ever been with. 

"thank you, princess." he tells you. "you know i'm just joking, i do really appreciate your words and support." his eyes were shining as he looked at you. "and honestly, you being here was a nice surprise." 

"it was?" you ask him as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you grab his hand. he just kept staring at you, making it seem like he was admiring every single detail of your face. 

"mhm." and you just stayed there, looking at each other. you were still holding his left hand that was placed on your face and gave it a little kiss. as he sees you doing that, he doesn't let go of your hand and just softly gets your hand to his mouth for him to kiss it. "kiss me, y/n." 

and you do what he tells you to. you kiss him with the same passion he had just kissed you with a few seconds ago. he introduces his tongue into your mouth, playing with yours. it's getting more desperate second after second, his hands that were placed on your waist were now going down to your butt to grab it and force you to grind on him, feeling him very close as you were wearing a dress so he had easy access. one of your hands stayed on his shoulder and your other hand slowly traced a line down his abs so you can grab the hem of his sweatpants.

he kept guiding your hips with his hands and stopped kissing your mouth to move to your neck, giving wet and sloppy kisses on it as he grabbed your hair and tugged it down to give himself more space to kiss, suck and lick.

"come on, baby, keep grinding on me." jeno whispers on your ear. "you're making me feel so good, princess. look so beautiful, so pretty."

his praise was just the little help you needed to moan loudly on his ear and

"that's it, baby, do you feel me? do you feel my hard cock?"

"yes, jeno, i feel it." you moan.

"just for you, princess, only for you, always for you."

you tug jeno's hair as you moan on his ear, making him understand you had just came with the way your legs were shaking. you think you're in for a long ride tonight.

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╰┈➤𝖨 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽, 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎/𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Suguru Geto x female reader

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: You went against Geto's wishes. Now he has to teach you a lesson. And you hate his lessons.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: explicit words, s͎o͎ft͎!͎do͎m͎ g͎e͎t͎o͎, thi͎gh͎-r͎id͎in͎g, o͎r͎g͎a͎s͎m͎ d͎e͎n͎i͎a͎l͎,͎ f͎or͎ep͎l͎ay͎, d͎eg͎r͎ada͎t͎io͎n͎, p͎ra͎is͎e͎, pwp

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𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you immensely to darlings @gooble-writerr and @sukuna-ryo for being my beta readers <3 Appreciate y'all so much 🥺 I tried playing around with a moodboard to inspire me while I wrote. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one! let me know what you think!

You hated Geto’s lessons. You thought as you stood at the doorframe. You’d been standing there for some time, shifting from foot to foot as you peaked around the corner.

Geto brought a steaming cup of coffee to his lips, relishing the bitter tang as he lazily held open a newspaper. He’d been absently flicking through, scanning the daily happenings of the sorcerer world as the sun warmed his back. He’d set down the paper and leaned into his chair, looking through the window in feigned ignorance with a soft smile. He hadn’t failed to notice the quiet creaking of floorboards, or the shadow peeking through the doorframe connecting the kitchen to the corridor. This was a particularly peaceful morning, Geto thought, as he enjoyed his almost solitude, content to let you simmer.

Geto’s head was turned away from you, long black silky hair slinking down his baggy white t-shirt as rays of sunlight filtered through and framed his figure. Like a fallen angel, you thought. You swallowed, heart bounding in your chest. He looked positively delicious, so peaceful and content as he took a drag of his cigarette. Just the sight of him sent a jolt of need through you, and you pressed your legs together as you leaned on the frame apprehensively, heat settling in between your thighs. In the fragments of your disturbed sleep, you’d dreamt of Geto, almost hearing his sultry, filthy words and feeling the ghost of his featherlight hands on your skin.

You’d tried to sleep, honestly. But your sleep was so patchy, the pure need and absence of him forcing your eyes wide open. Laying in bed next to a sleeping Geto, you’d desperately tried to relieve yourself, hand sneaking beneath the band of your pyjamas as quietly as you could manage, fingers stuttering and freezing at his every snore and sleepy murmur. But no matter how fervently you attempted to soothe the burning heat, you just couldn’t do it.

You couldn’t do it without him.

And it wasn’t that you were usually unable to… but each time you rode the wave, almost at the peak of that crescendo, cold, icy guilt would wash over you and send you plummeting back down, working you into a frustrated frenzy. You’d lay there, Geto’s back turned to you, as you remembered his quiet voice from the week before. When he’d chided you in a soft voice, patting your cheek gently as he told you he wasn’t angry, just disappointed that you’d finished without his permission as he’d rocked his hips into yours. You’d begged and begged him to reconsider when he promptly banned you from sex for a whole month, but he had only looked at you with faux sympathy as he’d sweetly pinched your cheek.

Every time you’d felt desperate for the past two weeks, had thought, just once, he won’t even know… The guilt would screech you to a stilted halt just before the climax. Which led to your current irritable and frustrated state, feeling like a bundle of raw, frayed nerves.

Geto turned his head to you after you stepped on a particularly loud floorboard, the creakechoing into the open plan kitchen and living room. Suguru smiled warmly at you, noticing your downturned gaze and arms cradled around your torso, before returning his attention to something supposedly more interesting in the newspaper, thumbing at the corner.

“Good morning, love. Sleep well?” he greeted warmly as he took another sip of his coffee.

You cringed. You’d once again spent the entire night working yourself up into a blaze, trying to stifle any sounds as you’d laid in bed next to him. If he’d woken up because of you and seen what you were doing, you knew he’d be upset. Might even have extended the ban. Each time he’d moved slightly or breathed, you’d freeze in shameful fear, head whipping over to check if he’d woken up. Then you’d see his serene face in the dim light, the sensual curve of his lip and the slope of his nose, unfairly long lashes brushing against his cheeks. And a wash of bubbling heat would sweep over you, relighting the embers of your hazy arousal. You touched yourself until the late hours of the night, ultimately unable to relieve yourself. Finally giving up with a bitter huff, you threw your head back, tears pricking your lashes as you nuzzled into Suguru’s heap of limbs. In his sleepy state, he wrapped his arms around you, slotting together as he sighed sleepily into your hair. You fell asleep feeling worse than when you’d started, dreams overflowing with sultry sounds and acts.

“Um… couldn’t sleep, really…” You murmured as you stepped into the kitchen, gathering supplies for a coffee. You felt a constant throbbing and made a note of not looking at Geto, almost panting as you poured instant coffee into a mug and set a pot of water on the stove. Each time you looked at him, you’d feel so warm and tingly, losing the ability to think about anything other than him. You had to take a breather, not wanting to throw yourself onto him and beg for his help, knowing he’d probably chide you again. And, honestly, you wanted to retain at least a shred of your dignity.

Geto set down his newspaper, watching you intently as he stubbed out his cigarette. He could see the frustration emanating from you, but you had gone against his command. He hadn’t wanted to hurt you, so he decided to take away a privilege. To be frank, Geto himself hadn’t been enjoying the distance, and had been plagued by his own heated thoughts. While he hadn’t exactly loved the idea of “punishing” you by banning you from sex, the sight of you quivering and shifting in discomfort set something in his lower belly aflame. Seeing you so desperate and on edge sent sparks flying through him, pants growing tight as he noticed the subtle blush dusting your cheeks. Like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stop himself from approaching you, sneaking his hands under your shirt and wrapping his arms around your belly as you waited for the water to boil. You stiffened as you felt the solid lines of his toned body press into your back.

Your breath stuttered as you instinctively leaned back into him.

“No? Why not?” he murmured as he pressed a languid kiss into the back of your neck.

A long, tense silence settled over you as your lips split open, heavy pants escaping as you tried to bring your mind back to some sense of normality.

Two weeks left.

All you could think of was Geto grabbing you harshly by the root of your hair, shoving you face down onto the counter, and vigorously sliding his thick length into you… Until the sun came down.

“Baby?” Geto chuckled as he pressed another soft kiss to the shell of your ear. You’d closed your eyes as you’d leant into him, and your lips were parted as you panted.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You tried not to focus on the blood rushing to your core, the burning heat radiating to your toes.

Geto chuckled again, starting to really enjoy your ditzy, preoccupied state. “Why didn’t you sleep well?” He pressed into your lower belly with light pressure, sending your mind far, far away.

“Well, uh… I was… uhm…struggling…” Your face flushed as you pressed your lips together, stifling a moan.

“Go on, pretty.” He coos. “You can tell me.” He said it in such a kind, loving tone while he lazily caressed your tummy, hands grazing just under the dip of your breasts before travelling down, down, down to the plush curve of your belly. He lazily squeezed you with slight pressure then released. Words failed you. If only he knew how terribly he was teasing you.

And then he squeezed again.

And again, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, taking all the time in the world as he lightly dragged his black painted nails across your skin. Your mind turned foggy and your mouth dropped open as you panted, tongue lolling out and leaning back into Geto’s arms. “You, nnh… it’s been two weeks…since…” Oh, he was being so cruel…

“Since what, honey?” He stepped away, smirking, gracefully giving you a moment of reprieve. He refrained from telling you that he needed a second to breathe, seconds away from spreading you on the counter. Geto passed by the seat next to the window, grasping his newspaper and heading over to the sofa on the other side of the room. He plopped down with a hum, flicking the paper open to a dog-eared page.

You considered how much you really cared about your dignity. You thought about falling onto your knees and begging him to take you right there and then. Your head whipped back and forth between the boiling pot and Geto’s relaxed posture on the sofa, finally deciding to switch off the gas and forget about the coffee. You were too high on adrenaline to even think about coffee at this point.

He glanced up to you. “Since what? What’s wrong, pretty?”

You felt something crack within you as you looked at him with pleading eyes. “Geto, I can’t take this anymore…” you whined.

He cocked an eyebrow, lowering his paper. “What do you mean?”

You looked away, huffing as your cheeks reddened. “You know what I mean.”

“Not a clue, baby, tell me. What’s wrong?” He was teasing you, he had to be.

“I… Please.” The need you felt for him surpassed any care for your dignity. “I’m embarrassed to say it out loud,” You whispered as you stepped closer to Geto.

“Well, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me, baby,” he said somewhat condescendingly, “I’m not a mind reader.” He flicked the page and turned his gaze to something in the corner, rubbing his chin.

You huffed again in frustration. “Please, Geto, I’m… I’m really… I know you said we couldn’t… you know… for a month, but…” Why was he ignoring you? Couldn’t he see how much you needed him? “Does it really have to be that long? Can’t we just…?” you started to plead.

“Oh… I see…” Understanding flashed in his eyes as he sat further back and smirked at you. “Poor baby… You’re all hot and bothered, aren’t you?” He crooned.

You looked away, face flushed like a beetroot. “I just… I miss you, Sugu…” you attempted, rubbing your arms in a soothing motion.

It was like something snapped in him. He threw the newspaper on the coffee table, leaning his elbows on his knees. “You’re just so desperate for my cock, aren’t you baby?”

Heat pulsed through you, going straight to your core. You looked at him, suddenly feeling nervous. You wriggled uncomfortably. He wasn’t usually this… explicit. You must’ve really made him upset…

“I…” your voice took on a nervous lilt.

“Awh~… poor baby, you can’t even think without it in you, can’t you?”

You turned away, face turning a new, brighter shade of red as desire pulsed through you.

 “Too bad.” Your face fell. “You haven’t been good, so I don’t think you deserve it right now.” He said, crossing his arms as he leaned back into the sofa.

Your face crumpled. How were you going to take another two weeks of this? “You’re so mean, Sugu…”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not being cruel, pretty. I’ll still take care of you.” He patted his lap. “Use my thigh.”

“Wh- what?” you spluttered.

He tilted his head to the side, watching you intently. “I said you can use my thigh. That is what you want, isn’t it?” He probed.

“I…” You flushed as you wrung your hands together. You brought a hand to your skirt, picking at a loose thread, feeling very much off kilter all of a sudden. You’d been expecting more rejection rather than… whatever this was.

“Oh, come on, baby.” He said in a pointed tone. “You think I didn’t notice what you were doing last night? You weren’t exactly inconspicuous. You’re lucky you didn’t finish, otherwise I wouldn’t be so nice.” He patted his thigh again, much like for a dog. “Come here.”

He’d felt sorry for you, honestly. Hearing how frustrated you were throughout the night, how terribly you’d struggled… Your little gasps of frustration had sent jolts of blazing heat through him. He’d struggled to keep his eyes closed, but hadn’t wanted to alert you to his conscious state. Geto wanted to see whether you’d go against his word. And when you’d given up in a exasperated huff, nuzzling into him like a kitten… He decided he’d give you a little reprieve the next day.

You padded over to him, embarrassment flooding through you. “Sorry, Sugu…”

He caressed your cheek, holding your chin between his finger and thumb, looking at you lovingly. “No need, sweetheart. It’s only natural,” he chuckled. “Sit.”

You positioned yourself over his grey sweatpants, moving your legs awkwardly into place as you held onto his broad shoulders.

“Yes… that’s it.” He pushed your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to whisper softly. “Grind on my thigh, pretty girl.”

You shifted, rolling your hips forward ever so slightly when a sudden searing heat pulsed through your core. You breathed shakily as you rolled back, feeling his thigh flex beneath you. Geto snuck a warm hand to your black mini skirt, inching it up to reveal your grey cotton panties. He smirked as he noticed the darkened patch, a heady feeling rushing through him. “Awh, you’re doing such a good job.” He whispered.

You mewled. His words were inflaming you as much as his movements. You started to rock back and forth a little faster, biting your lip as the intoxicating warmth spread into your lower belly.

“Look at you… Working so hard. Rubbing against me like a little whore…”

Your fingers curled as you pressed into his shoulders, quiet sounds rasping from your throat. Geto clasped a hand over your wrist, rubbing a circle into the thin skin.

“Oh, sweet thing, you’re so worked up. Need me to help?” He cooed as he bounced his knee. You squeaked suddenly, little ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ breaking free from your lips as he intermittently bounced you up and down on his big thigh. A dizzy wash spread over you each time he jolted his thigh. It felt so good, too good. You felt out of control.

“Ah, ah, oh- Geto- Wait, ah-” you moaned as he thumbed your bottom lip.

“Oh? What is it? What do you want? Tell me, go on, or has that pretty little pussy taken over your brain?” he said with a mean grin. He adored seeing you in such a blissful state, cheeks flushed and eyes scrunched shut in concentration. All you could do was moan and mewl little gasps.

You gripped his shoulders, knuckles turning white. You needed him. “Geto, please… ah- please, I need you in- ah…”

“I know, I know… I know what you want, baby… My sweet little slut…” he smirked, looking like a shark in bloody water. He’d caught your scent, and now he was certainly not letting you go. While you hadn’t actually managed to relieve yourself the night before, he hadn’t exactly been happy that you’d tried to keep your late-night activities a secret from him. You needed to suffer, just a little. Geto relished in bringing you to those heady heights and just… keeping you there, for hours.

Head tilted back slightly to keep you in sight, he leaned back comfortably into the sofa, drinking you in. Geto’s half-lidded eyes slunk to your trembling legs spread on his meaty thigh, a knowing gaze washing over his face as his lips melted into a smug smirk. He watched you like a hawk as you rocked back and forth, back and forth, little gasps and whimpers escaping your bitten lips.

His hands smoothly grasped your waist all of a sudden, pressing into your skin as he slowed your tempo, tutting at you. “Now, now, pretty. Patience. Don’t rush.”

“Ah- But, Suguru- It feels so good, I want-” you mewled.

“Sshh… Baby… Slow.” He purred, his fingers brushing over your clothed heat. Sparks flew into your tummy and you leaned forward, head bowing as you moaned long and low. He chuckled warmly, and placed his hands back onto you, settling on your hips as he pressed you down into his thigh.

You gasped sharply, slick gushing against his leg, making his grey sweats dark and sticky with your arousal.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Want me to do it again?” He whispered as he pressed you down once more.

“Nnh! Sugu, please…” You were going to lose your mind.

“Please, what? Baby?” he probed. His thick fingers trailed down to your core, coiling under your panties and pressing into a wet, sticky mess. “Oh, I think I see the problem.” He smiled like a cat as he kept his eyes on your heat. “Your mind’s melted into a little puddle, huh?”

You started to tremble, blood roaring in your ears as you writhed against his thigh like a feral animal. You leaned both hands on his thigh as though you were holding onto a saddle. “Please, Sugu, please, I need more… I need it inside…” you whined.

His brows furrowed as he grasped your jaw and squeezed your cheeks together, your lips puckered like a fish. “You’ve made such a mess. Dirty girls like you don’t get to ask for more than what they’re given.”

His words sent a thrill through you, your belly going taut as tension rose in your core. You were close, rocking forward in short repetitive strokes, riding that wave up, up, up…

Geto pressed your hips to a sudden stop, and you plummeted back down. “No!” you whimpered. “Why did you…?” tears pricked your lashes.

Geto patted your cheek then lifted your chin in a firm grip. “Sorry, sweetheart. Not yet. I never said you could use my thigh to finish.” He lifted you off his thigh and placed you onto the sofa, pressing his lips to yours in a long, heated exchange.

Frustration tore through you. “Suguru, please. I can’t wait any longer.” You begged.

He climbed over you, settling in between your thighs as he pressed you down onto the cushions. He pressed his soft lips to yours, breathing heavily as his tongue broke past the seam of your lips. He brushed his tongue across yours, humming deeply as he started to rock against your hips, pressing his hard length against your slick, driving you to a mess of moans and sweaty limbs. His gentle hands brushed your hair out of your face, pressing one last long kiss to your lips before finally pulling away. He smiled down at you as you looked up at him, sweat dripping down into your hair and the crevices of your neck. “You should have thought about that when you came all over me without my say so.”

You looked into his violet eyes, your lip wobbling. “Please,” you breathed.

“Aw… Princess. Don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me feel bad.” He crooned as he held a hand to your cheek.

“Just two more weeks, baby. After all, if I let you off so soon, what’s to stop you from disobeying me again?” he pecked another kiss to your lips before you threw your head back in desolate frustration.

“You’re so mean, Sugu…” you whined, panting as you pulled your skirt down.

Suguru stood, adjusting the belt of his pants and running a hand through his hair. He grabbed his newspaper and returned to his original seat. “Not mean, baby. Just teaching you a lesson.”

You hated Geto’s lessons.

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Broom Cupboard Activities

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pairing: theodore nott x female reader

warnings: smut, fluff, cursing

summary: you and theo abandon a slytherin party and sneak into a nearby broom cupboard, a makeout session leads to more ;) - requested by anon

a/n: thank you for this request, i love writing for theo sm, i hope you enjoy xx!

song: sex, drugs, etc. - beach weather

You and Theodore were dancing together at another Slytherin party. They had just won a Quidditch match against Gryffindor.

You had on a tight, short silk dark green dress. Theo had worn a black suit and a green tie to match you.

The music was loud and you had to ask Theo to repeat what he said, since you could hardly hear.

"Want to sneak away, love?"

"Of course," you smile at him. He takes your hand in his and you squeeze past all of the students in the common room.

You guys finally make it past everyone and speed walk in the corridor, giggling like little children.

Theo spots a broom cupboard and pulls you in with him.

The doors shut behind him and he pushes you against them.

"I love you," he whispers and connects his soft lips to yours.

One hand of his is on the door, next to your head, the other he uses to wrap around your waist and pull you towards him.

His tongue slides against your lip and you open your mouth for him.

You bring your arms up onto his shoulders and run your fingers through his soft and fluffy hair.

"I love you too," you pull back to whisper before connect your mouths again. You feel him smile into the kiss, bringing a smile onto yours as well.

He groans when you tug on the ends of his hair. You push him back and move him so that he is now pushed against the wall.

You two had limited space because of the size of the cupboard, and you couldn't see much since it was so dark.

You start kissing his neck and jaw. Continuing your kisses, you take off the top of his suit, followed by his shirt.

You suck on his neck and collar, leaving hickeys to form.

His breathing picks up as you trail your kisses down his chest, running your fingers along his toned stomach.

You drop to your knees, and Theo looks down at you. He mutters a spell to make the floor feel softer for your knees. You smile up at him in thanks and start to undo his belt.

You get it off and pull his trousers down. You start palming him and he lets out a low groan as hit eyes flutter shut. You grin seeing how hard he is.

"Please, my love"

You then slide his boxers down, and take him in your hand. You slowly start pumping him and he releases a moan.

"Shh, love, you don't want us do get caught do you?"

He shakes his head and bits his lip to conceal any noises threatening to leave him. You whisper a silencing spell while hes distracted by your hand just in case.

"Fuck, sweetheart, I n-need your m-mouth"

You nod your head and kiss his tip and his head drops back onto the wall.

You lick him a few times, just to tease him.

"Darling, please," he begs.

"Okay," you whisper.

You take him in your mouth. Perks of having no gag reflex. He accidentally lets a loud moan slip. He prays to Merlin there isn't anyone by, still unbeknownst to the fact that you silenced the cupboard.

He brings his hands to your hair as you bob your head, sucking him off. You pull back and blow on his hard cock, he shudders and whimpers when you swirl your tongue on is tip.

You take him back in your mouth and run your fingers up and down his thigh.

"Oh my fuck, you look so pretty like this," he groans.

He bites so hard on his lips as you work your talented, talented mouth.

"Shit, I-I'm going t-to c-cum," he whimpers.

You don't stop, only here and there for about two seconds so you can breathe.

"Ah, shit, darling, I-I"m cu-" he start but a moan is released from him as he releases in your mouth.

He watches as you swallow all of it, his breathe are ragged and you lick his tip, cleaning any cum left on him.

You stand up and lip your lips, he almost moans at the sight.

He brings his hand to your neck and pulls you into a sweet kiss as a way of thanking you without speaking words.

"Your mouth does wonders," he grins breathlessly.

"Why thank you, Mr. Nott"

"I'll pay you back for that later," he winks.

"I'll hold you to that," you kiss his cheek.

He puts his clothes back on and you say a spell to make yourselves look like you both haven't done anything.

"You know, I used a silencing spell," you inform him, stepping out of the closet.

He grabs your hand and follows you.

"You cruel, cruel woman"

You laugh and drag him back to the party.

Once you successfully make your way back in, you see Blaise walk up to the two of you.

"You guys are disgusting," he fake throws up and points his finger back and forth between the two of you.

"Oh shove off, mate," Theo smacks his head.

He shakes his head and holds up his hand as he walks away.

"So, dance with me again?"

You smile and take his hand that he held out to you. He brings you back to where people were dancing and you too let loose as you just enjoy each other's presence.

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The Party

Summary : Drunk at a party, you almost hook up with Rafe Cameron, but when you accidentally confess you're a virgin, he stops, saying he wants your first time to be special. You get mad in the heat of the moment, your drunken self not understanding him. But the next morning, you thank him.

Warnings : alcohol, mention of virginity and Rafe being considerate!

The house was buzzing with energy, the beat of the music vibrating through the walls as people danced and laughed, their voices blending together in a chaotic symphony. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and you could feel the heat rising from the crowded living room where bodies pressed against each other, swaying to the rhythm.

You were on your third—or was it your fourth?—drink of the night, the liquid courage warming your insides as you made your way through the party. Your head felt light, and everything around you seemed to blur at the edges. You spotted Rafe Cameron across the room, leaning against the wall with that confident smirk that made your heart skip a beat every time you saw it. His eyes met yours, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his lips.

Rafe was dangerous in all the ways that excited you. He was the kind of guy your friends warned you about, the kind that broke hearts and left you wanting more. But tonight, you didn’t care about any of that. Tonight, you wanted to feel something—anything—and Rafe seemed like the perfect way to do that.

You felt a surge of boldness wash over you as you walked up to him, swaying slightly as you reached out to touch his arm. “Hey, Rafe,” you said, your voice slightly slurred.

“Hey, yourself,” he replied, his gaze lingering on you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your dress clung to your curves. “Having fun?”

“Maybe,” you teased, leaning in closer. “But I think I could be having more fun.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your drunken flirtation. “Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”

You didn’t need to say anything more. The look in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. Without a word, he took your hand and led you through the crowd, up the stairs to one of the empty bedrooms. Your heart raced with anticipation as he closed the door behind you, the noise from the party muffled as you found yourself alone with him.

Rafe’s hands were on you in an instant, his lips crashing against yours in a heated kiss that left you breathless. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers trailed down your sides, sending shivers through your entire body. This was exactly what you wanted—to lose yourself in the moment, to forget everything else.

But as Rafe’s hands slid under your dress, your mind started to spin, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out of your mouth. “Rafe, I’m a virgin.”

Rafe froze, his lips stilling against your neck as the words registered. He pulled back slightly, his brows furrowed as he looked at you. “What?”

You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you realized what you’d just admitted. “I’m a virgin,” you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s fine, Rafe. I want this. I want you.”

He shook his head, stepping back from you, his expression unreadable. “No, not like this. I’m not gonna be your first when you’re drunk.”

“Rafe, please,” you pleaded, reaching for him again, but he gently pushed your hands away.

“I’m serious,” he said, his tone firm but soft. “You’ll hate me for it in the morning. I don’t want your first time to be something you regret.”

Frustration bubbled up inside you. “Why are you being like this? I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It is,” Rafe admitted, his voice strained. “But not like this. Not when you’re not fully here with me.”

You huffed in annoyance, feeling rejected and confused. “Fine,” you snapped, turning away from him. “Just leave then.”

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked at you one last time. “Get some rest, okay? We’ll talk in the morning.” With that, he left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

The morning after light streamed through the curtains, and you groaned as the pounding in your head made itself known. Slowly, the events of last night came back to you, and you felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude wash over you.

You found Rafe downstairs in the kitchen, sipping coffee as he leaned against the counter. He looked up when he heard you enter, his expression cautious.

“Hey,” you said, your voice a little hoarse.

“Hey,” he replied, his eyes searching yours. “How are you feeling?

“Like I got hit by a truck,” you admitted, rubbing your temples. “But, about last night...”

Rafe set his mug down and walked over to you, his eyes softening. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a bit awkward but knowing you needed to say it. “Thank you, Rafe. For stopping. I was really mad at you last night, but you were right. I would’ve regretted it.”

Rafe smiled, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You deserve better than a drunken mistake. When it happens, I want it to be something you remember for the right reasons.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words, the sincerity in his eyes making you realize that maybe there was more to Rafe than you’d given him credit for.

“Maybe we could try again sometime,” you suggested, a shy smile playing on your lips. “When I’m sober.”

Rafe chuckled, pulling you into a gentle hug. “I’d like that.”

As you rested your head against his chest, you couldn’t help but feel grateful that Rafe had been there for you, not just as the guy you wanted, but as someone who cared enough to wait for the right moment.

And maybe, just maybe, that moment would come sooner than you thought.

[fluffylino]

boypussy!hyunjin pt 3

lollipop lollipop lollipop

-contains mature themes (it starts off smutty and then becomes really fluffy)

"hyunjin what are you doing?"

your eyes trailed down to the boy who was in your lap. the lollipop you were originally eating, not yours anymore.

the boy was hunched over, his legs spread out on the couch, laying flat on his stomach as he took the candy you were holding into his mouth.

his tongue rolling over it. as he took it deep, almost gagging. at first, you were innocently enjoying it when he plopped himself down.

"im tired" he had said. their shoot had ended only an hour back. you hummed, while eating the candy. you were used to him complaining and he loved when you'd listen to him. he lazily lied down beside you. sweetly asking if he could have a taste.

how could you ever say no to those pretty pleading eyes. not to mention the smudged eye makeup he had not wiped off yet.

dark makeup suited him.

unconciously you swiped your thumb against the corner of his lip. where sugary essence had stained his lips. making them extra pink.

"is it that good?" you asked and he looked up at you with sparkly eyes.

"mhm hm"

"yea?" you teased, running your fingers through his hair. he made a sound that almost sounded like he was purring.

he stuck his tongue out, licking the lollipop from the top to the base, gradually going lower. his hands holding onto your thigh, like an actual puppy.

"are you pressing your legs together" you confirmed, noticing how his thighs were quivering. he whined.

"Hyunjin."

he halted his tactics at your tone. this wasn't a time for him to be a brat.

if he really wanted something up his cunt, he'd have to work for it. you'd make him earn it.

"e-empty" he whispered, blushing when you looked down at him.

"the fridge?" you joked, faking a confused look. to which his cheeks grew red.

"n-no"

"then what do you mean?"

"me...i want m-mommy" you laughed softly.

"but mommy is here, im right next to you baby" you teased, heart swelling as he hid his face in his hands. he stayed like that for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"I want you to fuck me damnit"

you jumped at his sudden outburst. frustration in his voice. he pulled away, sitting on his haunches. he knew he made a mistake. this wasn't how he could talk to you. a quiet sorry was what he whispered.

you pitied him. maybe this time you could let it go. have a little fun with him.

"take your pants off and lay on your back"

he shuffled around, shoving his pants off and laying back for you.

you couldn't help but stare right at his pussy. he was...wet? or had he been wet?

"were you needy during the entire shoot?"

embarassingly he nodded, subtly crossing his legs.

"oh my baby, it must've been so uncomfortable"

he nodded again. he loved when you doted on him. made him feel like he was nothing but a dumb dog who'd listen to anything you'd say.

"im giving you two options. can you be a good boy and answer well?"

he shook his head.

"either i fuck you with this lollipop or you can hump my thigh" you stroked his leg, watching how his expression changed.

"i want y-you"

"but this is me, puppy. i'm tired today... will you please let mommy rest-"

"you can rest mommy...but i can't decide"

"does puppy need me to decide for him?"

"yes please" he was so polite.

"how about the lollipop?"

.

hyunjin mewled as you pressed the tip of the bubblegum lollipop against his folds. the pink sugary substance mixing with his wetness. you prodded at his swollen clit. that looked like it was begging for attention.

"baby your pussy is so pink"

you couldn't help but admire it. the colour dripping down. his inner thighs stained with it.

it looked sweet. even sweeter since it was on his pretty cunt.

without much thought, you pushed his legs apart to lick a long strip. both of y'all moaning in unison.

"m-mommyyy no teasing" he mumbled, lips forming into a pout. you wanted to kiss it away.

"sorry puppy...i couldn't control myself"

you were in fact wet and aching.

you slipped the candy between his cunt. the tip rubbing deliciously against his clit. he was good enough to stay still and enjoy it despite being horny.

In times like this you would always put his pleasure before yours. he needed relief.

you nudged it in, watching how his pussy spasmed. so eager-

"w-wait"

you stopped all your actions. worried that you did something wrong. there was a long pause until hyunjin clambered over to you. choosing to sit on your lap. his naked thighs caging you in.

not to mention he was bigger than you, so he covered you whole. but in moments like this, he looked smaller. and cuter than ever.

he cupped your face with his shaky hands, gently pressing his lips against your parted ones.

you felt your heart race. what was he doing? it took you off guard. you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"s-sorry i stopped you..." he apologised, his eyes a bit teary. you felt your heart sink.

"whats wrong? did you not like it"

"no i loved it...i suddenly felt like i just wanted to be close to you. i just want to stick to you" hyunjin mumbled, leaning back in to capture your lips. the taste of cherry still lingering on his lips.

he kissed you like he had not got the chance to for weeks.

slow and so full of love.

you could feel tears forming in your eyes. it had been a long time since the both of you had done something like this.

the lollipop still resting in your hand.

[haizficz]

Flowers on your skin

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Kate Bishop x Fem Reader

Summary: You show Kate how beautiful she is and that she doesn´t have to be insecure about her scars, especially towards you.

Warnings: (scars), most detailed and fluffiest smut ever, lots of cuddles and also lots of giggles, Kate and Reader being dorks, pet namesss, too romantic xx

words: 1.1k

a/n: hellooooo, i was (again) in the mood to write some soft smut and i really fell in love with this fic while writing it, soo yeah, enjoy reading!:)

Requests are open--

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Giggles and Kate's hilarious jokes echoed in the room, and also some kisses here and there. Your girlfriend´s hair was tied in her typical ponytail, that you love so much, her front strands perfectly shaping her face. You lay gently on top of her, your bodies fit perfectly together like two pieces of a puzzle and your fingers are exploring Kate's upper body and also her so surreal beautiful face. Her ocean blue eyes locking with yours. Every evening has been like this since you've lived together and it is every time the best part of the whole day. The atmosphere was calm, you could feel peace and the love between Kate and you. Both of you taking the time to realise how lucky the two of you are, being in such a delightful and pleasant relationship.

When Kate discovered you staring at her kissable lips, she began to smirk, and her hands, which were resting comfortably on your back, moved to your hair and pulled your head a little closer to her. So close that you could feel her breath on your lips. As your lips finally collapsed together, you could feel her heartbeat, it had sped up a bit, which made you giggle into the soft kiss. She slowly moved away and broke the kiss. "Why are you laughing?" She whispered with a confused gaze on her face, that kind of made her even look more cute, according to your taste. "Do I make you nervous my love?" You asked with a bright smile on your face, which got even brighter, when you saw the blush creeping up Kate´s cheeks. As she realised that you noticed the pink color, she hid her face into your pillow and started smiling broadly.

-"I guess that´s a yes then."

"Shut uuuup."

The moment you started chuckling, you felt warm hands wandering under your hoodie that started tickling you before you knew it. You burst out laughing and your body collapsed on top of Kate´s. You placed your head into your girlfriend´s shoulder and continued laughing until your shirt lifted up a bit. However, Kate didn't notice this and turned the both of you, so that you were now lying on the bed and she was on top of you. You had your eyes closed, so you didn't notice Kate admiring your abs. Her curious hands pulling your hoodie even further up until it was over your head and finally on the floor.

Your eyes were still closed, you relaxed every muscle in your body and just focused on the kisses that your Kate was placing now on your neck. You could feel her breath against your skin, which was calming you even more. The moment you finally opened your eyes, you placed your right hand on Kate's neck and moved her face back towards yours. You looked at every detail of Katie's face until she interrupted you with again her lips on yours.

It was a long kiss, so long that you had enough time to play with the end of Kate's shirt. You were about to pull the fabric over her head until Kate suddenly took your hand in hers and pulled it away from her body. You stopped kissing her and looked intensely at her face, but you didn´t see any signs in her features.

"What´s wrong, Katie?"

She avoided your gaze and mumbled a small "nothing".

Clearly not believing her, you furrowed your eyebrows and put your finger under her chin, so she has to look at you.

"Talk to me."

You put your hand back on Kate's neck and played with her baby hair as you waited for her to answer, she gently placed her head on your chest and started talking.

"I´m sorry my love, I just-, I just don´t want you to see my scars."

In that moment you couldn´t hold back your smile and softly turned yourself around, so Kate is one more time beneath you. Gently you started kissing every part of her face.

"But I want to see your scars."

Your hands wandered once again under Katie´s shirt and you began to pull it up, though you looked into Kate´s eyes as if to ask her, if it´s okay. She understood your silent question and nodded. A moment later her shirt gave your hoodie company on the ground. You started to kiss each collarbone, where you already could feel the first scar beneath your lips.

"Where did you get this scar from?" You asked while continue kissing your girlfriend´s body.

"A guy cut me with his knife."

"Interesting, and this one?"

"Okay, could you stop asking questions?"

You chuckled at Kate´s behavior and felt how lost her hands were in your hair, leaving it a complete mess as you were still kissing every part of her upper body.

"No, but seriously, where did you get this from?"

"I burned myself while cooking your favorite dish."

You burst out laughing, which made Kate giggle too.

After you both calmed down a little, you continued kissing her, you now kissed her palms and each delicate finger that were lost in your hair just seconds ago. You found her stomach and kissed it from each scar to the next. You loved Katie´s scars, they were unique and every single one of them has their own story, if it´s a hilarious or a fascinating one, you thought they looked pretty, especially when they´re from your loving girlfriend and you could kiss them, or even admire them.

Your hands met Kate´s waist and the final piece of clothing on her figure. You began to pull it off and the pile of clothes on the floor got bigger. She let out a sigh of pleasure as your lips returned to her soft skin, her noises being music to your ears. She kept her hands buried in your hair and you began to touch places no one ever touched her before.

When you stopped your movements, Kate held her hands on your back and pulled you into her body as much as she could, but you both still didn´t feel close enough.

You collapsed again on top of the person who stole your heart and placed your head on her chest, so you could hear her heartbeat. Her hands were gently scratching your back and you could again feel the peace in the atmosphere. There is nothing you love more than this girl, especially when she has scars all over her body.

"You know that scar on your thigh? It kinda looks like a flower."

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@hard-core-super-star @hoe4flo

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[earth2rin]

2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”