#tease you til you cry

[harperenchantrix]

I answer all your questions! Why do I love being a cocktease? The power, obviously.

[gospelica]

cw incest

"what's this 'bout a boy?"

your pervy uncle sukuna has you bent over his knee like you're about to be spanked. but rather than hit the flesh of your ass with his calloused hands, he's plunging two fingers meanly into your cunt like you deserve a punishment :(

it's not your fault! you want to say that, to beg for him to go easy on you but every time you open your pretty lips to speak all that comes out is desperate moans and pleads for more. he curls his fingers inside of you every now and then, makes you see stars just to pull that pleasure from you!

you can't be too loud, though, your parents are only in the other room. uncle sukuna is meant to be here for a family dinner, one in which he'll exchange weird jabs with your father and make your mother turn her nose up all the while he's digging nails into your thigh under the table. you haven't seen him in months now, not since the last time he visited and you ended face-down-ass-up on your pretty comforter taking his cock so deep you forgot your own name.

as if you could settle for boys your age after a taste of him.

sukuna stops his movements and, with his free hand, forces your chin up to look at him the best you can from where you're bent over his knee. "fuckin' answer me. who's the boy?"

"no one!"

"lying brat, you want me to make you cry again?"

uncle sukuna had overheard an exchange between you and your mother when he first showed up. you were telling him about a boy from your college classes that had asked you out: sweet, well mannered, probably a bore in the bedroom. your mother encouraged it, because of course she thinks you're rather lonely. after all, you've never brought a man home! she just doesn't know it's because your uncle would find a way to make his murder as cruel as possible... :(

"'m not even interested in him," you have to breathe through your mouth, squeezing around sukunas fingers which are still stalled inside of you. "he asked me out. i said no. i can't... i can't be with other guys now that i have you."

there's silence. you know your uncle doesn't like that sappy shit. he's the type to fuck you rough and mean and leave you shaking just to throw a teasing 'love you' over his shoulder as he's leaving, just to watch your eyes widen as you stand between your oblivious parents. but you also know that he's possessive. that he'll do anything he can to stake his claim on you, though because of the secrecy of your relationship that usually means inhibiting your ability to sit down without wincing for a week.

"what, you think i'm your boyfriend or something?" his fingers start up again, making your pussy squelch as he thrusts them into you at a newer, meaner pace. "got some news for you about our relationship, brat."

"no i know," you gasp as he curls his fingers up again. you're so close, so fucking close it hurts. you're digging your nails into his leg though he doesn't seem to mind at all. "still. don't want anyone else... fuuuuck, uncle sukuna, right there, please.."

you think he laughs. or maybe moans as you definitely break skin with how hard you're digging into him. he speeds up, starts rubbing your needy little clit in fast circles until you're trying to keep quiet when your orgasm crashes over you.

"look at you, talking bout boys when you can't even last with two of my fingers inside this little cunt. fucking pathetic."

he pulls his fingers out just to sharply pinch your clit before moving you to better sit on his strong lap. "i'll drive you to classes tomorrow."

you're a little too stupid from your orgasm to get his point. "what?"

"no one knows i'm your uncle. hell, you hardly knew me yourself til i started showing up. i'll drive you, walk you in, show everyone you're spoken for."

"am i spoken for?"

"tch. don't play fuckin' dumb."

[gojosconsort]

hi hi!! i loved ur older bf toji and kento headcanons so much would you possibly write for older bf!satoru? <3 I NEED HIM SOOO BAD

OLDER BF!SATORU ♡ // HEADCANONS

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're satoru’s controversial younger girlfirend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!satoru

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. age gap, size difference, creampie, oral sex (f and m), hair-pulling, spanking, blindfolding, orgasm denial, mirror sex, double penetration (with toy), vid recording, degradation, praise, tummy bulge, threesome (m/m/f), added some links for funsies

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s a little greyer now but still has so much stamina—wakes up lazy some mornings, tugging you back into bed, “c’mere, pretty.” wraps you in those long arms, nuzzling your neck ‘til you’re both tangled and giggling, then fucks you slow and sweet under the covers.

OLDER BF!SATORU who sets up his phone to record you two, then watches it later while you suck him off. “look at us, babe—fuckin’ porn stars,” he says, zooming in on your wrecked face, then cums down your throat while the video loops.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves teaching you things—sits you on his lap, hands guiding yours while he shows you some random thing, “see, babe? easy when you’ve got the best teacher.” ends up distracted, kissing your neck, “fuck the lesson—want you instead,” and you’re already riding him right there.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s too damn big every time—slides in slow, smirking, “relax, princess, you’ll take it—always do.” and loves watching your face twist as he fills you, pressing on that tummy bulge, “feel me up here? fuck, you’re tiny—gonna break you one day.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with double penetration using toys—loves sliding his thick cock into your pussy, then grabbing a dildo to stretch you even more, smirking, “feel that, babe? fuckin’ stuffed to the brim for me.” keeps going ‘til you’re screaming, juices dripping down his hands, “yeah, that’s it—take it all, princess, gonna ruin this tight little cunt.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves marking you up—bites your neck, your tits, your thighs ‘til they’re covered in purple welts, grinning, “my little canvas, huh?” flips you over, spanks you raw, then licks the bruises, muttering, “fuckin’ gorgeous all messed up for me.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s got that older guy patience—takes his time with you, sprawled on the couch after a long day, letting you ride him at your pace. “go on, princess—take what you need,” he murmurs, hands on your hips, eyes soft, “fuck, you feel good—always worth the wait.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s sometimes away for work for some days, leaving you missing him in that big, empty penthouse. he shows up unannounced, grinning like an idiot, holding a massive bouquet of roses he probably overpaid for, “miss me, princess? got these ‘cause you’re too pretty to be sad.” doesn’t wait for an answer—drops the flowers on the counter, scoops you up, and carries you to the bedroom, “been gone too long—gonna make it up to you, yeah?” and kisses you silly.

OLDER BF!SATORU who wakes up, pulls you flush against his chest, and slides in deep from behind, murmuring, “not leaving this bed, princess—you’re mine today.” keeps you there, fucking you lazy and long, “gonna fill you up ‘til you’re dripping me—nobody else gets that.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who still gets a kick out of spoiling you—comes home with some dumb, expensive gift, saying, “for my favorite girl.” later, he’s got you on the bed, peeling off your clothes, “gonna treat you even better now,” kissing down your body ‘til you’re melting.

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves orgasm denial—edges you for hours with his fingers, tongue, and cock, smirking, “not yet, princess—beg me first.” and keeps you right on the brink ‘til you’re crying, then finally lets you cum so hard you black out, “fuck, you’re so loud when you cum.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves to blindfold you. “no peeking, princess—gonna fuck you ‘til you’re guessing where o’m at.” teases you with featherlight touches, then slams into you out of nowhere, loving how you gasp and claw at him, totally lost.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s tall as fuck and loves how you look tiny next to him—loves picking you up with one arm just to toss you on the bed. “c’mon, princess, climb this dick—let’s see if you can handle me.” then fucks you deep, grinning at the bulge in your tummy, “shit, look at that—way too big for you, huh?”

OLDER BF!SATORU who loves fucking you in front of a mirror, bends you over in front of it, and yanks your hair back. “look at yourself, pretty—watch who’s fuckin’ you good,” pounding you from behind ‘til the glass shakes and you’re staring at your own sloppy, cum-streaked reflection.

OLDER BF!SATORU who brags about you to everyone—leans back at some meeting, saying, “yeah, my girl’s half my age and twice as fun—jealous yet?” comes home later, scoops you up, and murmurs, “missed you, babe—let’s make up for lost time,” fucking you gentle but hard on the living room floor, because he missed you really so much, hates to be away from you.

OLDER BF!SATORU who’s obsessed with eating you out—spreads you wide on the kitchen counter, sunglasses pushed up, and dives in like it’s his last meal. “fuckin’ sweet, princess,” tongue flicking fast and sloppy, “gonna cum again? good girl.” then keeps going ‘til you’re shaking and he’s licking his lips clean.

OLDER BF!SATORU who doesn’t give a shit about the age gap—when someone side-eyes you two, he just laughs, “what, jealous i’m railing someone half my age?” later, he’s got you bent over the sink, growling, “scream my name, pretty—let ‘em know who’s fuckin’ you this good.”

OLDER BF!SATORU who teases you about watching someone else fuck you, but he’d never share. or would he? “only one i’d ever let touch you is suguru—nobody else deserves this pussy.” you agree, half-joking, and next thing you know, he’s got suguru on the phone.

OLDER BF!SATORU & SUGURU who double-team you without mercy—satoru’s got his cock down your throat, gagging you ‘til tears stream, while suguru’s behind, gripping your hips, slamming into your pussy raw. “look at her—fuckin’ drooling for it,” satoru says, pulling your hair, while suguru growls, “she’s clenching so damn hard—gonna milk us both.”

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

[misayani]

— SQUID GAME WOMEN STRAP HCS

◜ featuring ... player 196 (bee girl), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), sae-byeok (s1 player 067) 

𔗨 author's note — didnt add junhee cos she preg and no hyunju bc i dont think she'll be comfortable w a male genitalia toy BUT LETS FUCKING GOoOO strap game hcs coming right up !! [lowercase intended]

p.s. thank u for all the reqs!! give me time and ill post my work one by one, i js have so many ideas in my mind its gonna explode

warning: smut [use of strap-on, taking pictures]

player 196 — 

- ! PINK STRAP PINK STRAP PINK STRAP !

- sweet talker during sex but her movements are definitely the opposite of sweet

- would DEFINITELY take pretty pictures of you while you drool over her strap

- has a special album for you with pink emojis on the side <33

- slows down right before you orgasm !!!

- she makes fun of your pathetic state :(( 

- you get even more turned on ofc

- mostly just her teasing you whenever she fucks you using her strap

- sometimes she'd add fun and use a vibrator on u alongside her strap!!

- one time she wanted to test the new mascara she bought if it was really waterproof like it said on the packaging

- .... guess what ....

- she applies it on your lashes, brings out the strap and fucks u non stop til u were literally crying

- lashes stayed bomb after sex though so she took note of that ! 

- loves to edge u COS LIKE I SAID SHE'S A TEAAAASE

- after a few edging rounds she'd finally let u cum

- she's not THAT mean to not let u !!

- LOVES hearing your moans !!! sometimes she'd get off herself by just that.

- AFTERCARE !! would make u feel like a princess and im talking about bubble baths, cuddles, and sometimes would even do your nails <3

"good girl, taking me in so well" 

no eul —

- doesnt rlly care abt strap colors but i can imagine her w the skin tone one 

- prepare to not be able to walk the next day

- ABSOLUTELY MERCILESS !!!!! 

- poor baby's stressed most of the time so fucking u with her strap serves as her stress reliever

- u wont complain though, her strap game has u crying out of pleasure

- though once you've had enough and said the safe word she'd stop w/o hesitation

- DOGGY STYLE?!?![[€=€{[€

- easier for her to hit the deepest areas inside u <3

- pulls ur hair while doing it 

- DARE I SAY she has an unnie kink...

- call her that = prepare yourself for the best fuck of your life

- DONT GET ME WRONG!! she may be rough but she fucks u like she loves you

- feels relieved after sex, she's glad to have someone like u :((

- i personally think u'd actually be the one giving her aftercare

- cause she deserves all the loooove and care

- <3 

"shit— just like that, just like that."

se mi — 

- BLACK. 6 INCHES. CURVED

- im sorry but if u think she'll go easy on u well you're so so wrong

- COWBOY 

- she loves u on top cos that means she'll get to see your pretty face

- AND ur boobs ;)

- explores ur body with her hands as u bounce on her strap

- if u dont know what ur doing, she'll guide you

- such a dirty talker

- would make u feel like a slut and a princess cos she'll degrade and praise u at the same time

- fucks you like she hates you

- BRAT TAMER !! HELLO

- another edger 

- she'll edge you until you're a crying mess begging for her to let u cum :(

- "se-mi please"

- "stop fucking complaining. you take what i give you."

- se-mi has a playful personality so it's no surprise if she teases u the whole time you're having sex

- loves to overstimulate u

- she'll make u suck it after 

- would literally pound into your mouth til you cry

- aftercare w her's the best though

- she's slight of different in and out of bed so expect her to be gentle right after fucking u so roughly

"oh did you think i was done with you? we're not stopping til you squirt on my cock."

sae byeok —

- NOW she'd be the one who's gentle during sex

- her cold and stoic persona vanishes the moment she fucks you

- you'd be surprised actually about the way she's gone so soft on you

- if you like it slow, she'll go slow. if you like it rough, she'll go rough

- she just wants to show you she loves you

- making out while she's pounding into you >>

- would feel satisfied when you finally orgasm

- doesn't really speak during sex but she'd let out small praises from time to time

- she'll eat you out right after

"i love you."

@misayani

[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT a needy Choso Kamo ♡︎.

He can’t help it. Ever since you first introduced him to sex, he just can’t get enough. It’s not his fault that your cunt is so addicting, so much so that he’s often begging you to let him fuck you on his cock. It’s not his fault that you moan so beautifully that he can’t help but thrust into you harder so you’ll make more of those pretty sounds for him. It’s not his fault that you taste so good and he has to have you on his tongue, drinking your juices until you’re shaking and crying. He doesn’t mean to be so needy, but you bring out this side of him he can’t control.

How is he supposed to control himself when you walk around in those skimpy clothes, showing off your plump ass and perfect tits? It’s impossible. He’ll try to resist, have some self-control. But it isn’t long before he’s hugging you from behind, dotting wet kisses along your neck and pushing his hard-on into your ass. All while he’s begging you let him feel your wet cunt. And of course you’ll let him, how could you say no to your cute desperate boyfriend.

The minute you agree he has you laid out under him as he fucks his big cock into your tight cunt. Moaning and whimpering about how good it feels to be inside you again, his face red as he pushes every last inch of himself into you. He uses his weight to thrust into you, which only made your head go dizzy. He has you in a lazy mating press and your plush thighs slap against his hips every time he comes down, the sound of Choso’s deep thrusts is so musical, his tip abusing your womb to the point your eyes roll back. His mouth is so filthy too, and the worst part is, is that he doesn’t even realize it. “Fuck, baby... you’re sucking me in... your pussy’s so tight.” He groans into your ear, sucking onto your skin and leaving purple marks behind, intent on marking you as his. Although there was no point since you still had the hickeys from your last encounter, but it was never enough for Choso.

The poor curse is so in love with your body that he’ll go on for hours and hours just playing with your body. If it was up to him, you both would never leave the bed. Who needs to eat when he can just eat your cunt and you can suck his cock? Who needs to sleep when there’s a new position he wants to try? This man will not stop because that’s how addicted he is to your cunt. You curse the curse’s stamina and sometimes wish you had a normal boyfriend, but he usually fucks those thoughts right out of your head before you can try and act on them. “Choso… ngh!— h-hold on, my body…” you mumbled, unable to fully say your sentence. He hits a particularly sensitive spot and you let out a strangled cry, bucking your hips wildly to try and get that same pleasure again. Choso eyed your reaction, angling his hips to continue hitting that spot over and over again til you’re seeing stars and screaming out his name. You had no thoughts about shame, or how you should lower your voice, not when your handsome boy was fucking you within an inch of your life.

“Right there? ‘s that the spot, dove?” He pants, voice hoarse from his overwhelming desire for you. You’ve lost track of time, to obsessed with the way Choso has you creaming around his cock for the nth time. Everything was too much, but you loved it, in an addictive way. The overstimulation was addicting. His words were addicting. The sound of the bed hitting the wall was addicting. His cock was addicting. He was addicting. You always tease Choso about his neediness when in reality, you’re just as needy and obsessed as he is. You can tell Choso is close by the way his cock twitched inside you and how he speeds up his movements, rutting into you with wild abandon and chasing his orgasm.

You throw your head back into a pillow, your vision almost going black as you were consumed with ecstasy. The air was knocked out of your lungs with every snap of his hips, your senses filled with just the pressure of Choso. It felt like you were gonna throw up, but not in a bad way. “Baby… babybabybabybaby! A-ah! Mgn…” you cried out in pleasure, clawing at the sheets below you. Choso’s hands tightened around your hips, his careful grip growing into a bruising hold as he was solely focused on reaching his climax. “Hah— you feel sososososo good, dove. I love you, I love you so much,” he whimpered. It was right there, he could feel it, just a couple more thrusts and he’ll finally have his release. He wants to cum so bad, he needs to cum.

“Hey dove? C-can I fill your pretty pussy with my cum? Wanna cum inside you,” he begged, his voice broken as he pleads with you. “Please, my love… I want to stuff your pussy with my cum, wanna fill you up…” he continues, kissing your ankle and calf to convince you further. You didn’t need much convincing though, you were already to dumb and out-of-it to deny the poor curse. Frantically, you nodded your head, just wanting to feel his hot semen inside you. And you finally got your wish after a few more sloppy thrusts, before Choso goes still and empties his balls into your awaiting cavern. He lets out a guttural moan as ropes of cum spurt out. Slowly, he pulls out, his cock coated in a translucent white, his thighs and pelvis sticky from a mix of sweat and cum.

You both lay there in silence, the sounds of your labored breathing being the only noise echoing through the room. While coming down from your high, you remember that the reason you even got dressed today was because you had work. Annoyed, you lightly smack the upside of Choso’s head, complaining about how he made you late while you go to get out of bed and put your clothes back on. Choso rubs the area where you hit him as he watched you struggle to move and get out of bed, he looks at you like a kicked puppy and he knows he should be sorry for making you late but he can’t find it in him to feel guilty. Instead, Choso reaches out and wraps his arms around you, pulling you back further onto the bed and flushed against his sweaty chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and he lines soft kisses to your nape.

“I’m sorry, dove… Why don’t you call out and let me eat your pussy as an apology?”

[mulloey]

12:13am

you’re a stupid little perv and yunho knew it all along.

warnings: dom!yunho, implied somnophilia, daddykink, fingering, overstim etc

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you’re bent over yunho’s lap, loud squelching sounds filling the quiet bedroom as he pumps two fingers in and out of your soaked cunt. you're not sure how many times you’ve cum by now, but you’re certain he’s going to make you cum again. you should’ve known this would happen—it always does. he always finds out. “how does that feel, baby?” he coos.

you whine, writhing a little in his hold and he presses his hand down against your back a little more firmly; a silent warning to stay still. “w-wet, yunho,” you cry pitifully. “really— wet.”

a particularly hard thrust makes you yelp, jerking forwards and he pulls you back into position with a tut. “nuh uh, baby,” he smiles. “you’re gonna stay right here where daddy wants you, okay?”

“o-okay,” you whisper. “daddy, please— slow-”

his voice dips, a little firmer now. the hand on your back moves briefly to tap your hip chidingly before returning to keep you in place. “i don’t think so. you wanted my fingers, didn’t you? so badly you couldn’t wait til i woke up to start fucking yourself on them. isn’t that right?”

you sob, nuzzling into the sheets and he slaps your ass sharply. “daddy asked you a question, didn’t he?”

“sorry, daddy. i— yeah. i… i couldn’t wait.”

“mhm. so daddy’s just giving you what you want, isn’t he? your sweet little cunt stuffed nice and full, just like you begged for.”

“but it— s’too much, daddy.”

“good,” he says simply. “maybe that’ll teach you not to be such a fucking whore.”

“i said i’m sorry!”

“uh huh.” his tone is curt and dismissive and his fingers only speed up their pace. “i’m sure you are. always sorry when you’re over my knee, aren’t you? but you never seem to learn.”

“i will! i’ll learn this time, daddy, really.”

he hums. “mhm. i’m going to make sure of it.”

you huff, kicking your legs in frustration but he just scoffs and lifts one of his legs to clamp it down over yours, locking you in place. “such a baby,” he chides amusedly. “can’t even sit still and take a punishment.”

“you’re just mean,” you grumble. if he was in a stricter sort of mood that would get you an additional punishment, but he seems more amused than anything now. and you know that, deep down, he loves it when you’re bratty. it gives him the chance to show you who’s boss, and you always look so pretty over his lap.

“you never listen when i’m nice,” he says. “now stay still. you’re gonna cum for me one more time, then i’ll think about giving you what you really want. okay?”

you nod, sniffling to yourself. “okay.”

he can’t help but smile at the way you resign yourself to it; desperate and exhausted but still so small and obedient under his hands. it really doesn’t take all that much to get you back in line; not when you’re so desperate for his touch and his praise. there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him happy, for him to smile and coo and tell you what a good girl you are. because you are a good girl, even when you’re bad.

so good that he had to tease you with his hands all day and rest it tantalisingly close to your pussy when he pretended to fall asleep, listening to the way you whined and squirmed while you tried to resist the temptation until you finally gave in—had to do all that, just to have the chance to watch you come undone like this while you blubber out your apologies and promises to be good.

but fuck, does he love it when you’re not.

[fuddaround]

that damn net ⋮ p.b

pairing : paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary : seeing paige with the net and hat was a complete turn on for her situationship.

word count : 3.6k

warnings : degradation, hitting, public fingering, strap, fast paced, time skips, teammate reader, mention of reader whining.

kay speaks 💌 : this is kinda rushed, sloppy, and not fully edited just because i was aggravated after it didn’t save. i also somehow lost a part (i write it all in my notes first) ??

you can’t stop staring.

the arena is a mess—confetti everywhere, screams bouncing off the walls, people hugging, crying, laughing. you should be in it, soaking up the history, the win, the moment. but you’re locked in. eyes trained on her.

paige.

her hair’s messy under the championship hat. her jersey’s drenched in sweat and gatorade. she’s still breathing hard, adrenaline pulsing through every muscle, and god, it looks so good on her.

you’re trying to keep it chill. keep it platonic. friendly. situationship rules. you know them. no acting out in public. no being obvious. no catching feelings.

but the way she’s smiling right now? pure joy, pure fire, pure fuck-you-we-won energy towards sc? it’s driving you insane.

she waits ‘til the very end for the net-cutting. typical. center of attention shit. the whole team chanting her name. she climbs the ladder, slow and cocky, tongue poking out the corner of her mouth.

she snips the last piece. holds it up like a trophy. then as she climbs off the ladder, cd loops it around her neck like a chain. her arms up. crowd going absolutely insane.

you swallow hard.

it’s too much.

she looks like sex and power and everything you’re not supposed to want too much of. but fuck. she’s unreal.

and she smirks.

that smirk. the one that means she knows. that she saw you looking. that she liked it.

you feel your stomach flip. heat crawling under your skin.

she disappears into the mob of teammates and coaches and cameras. people are already pulling her into interviews, wrapping her in hugs, shouting her name.

and you’re just standing there, frozen, breath caught somewhere between lust and pride and the fucked-up ache of wanting someone who’s never really been yours.

you move through the crowd. heart pounding. trying to play it off.

you finally find her by the sideline, holding another can of diet coke that she hasn’t opened, laughing with azzi.

her cheeks are flushed, eyes sparkling, and the net’s still swinging from her neck like a damn trophy.

you lean in, close enough so only she hears.

“you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

her eyes flick over to you, lazy and slow. lips curl again. dangerous.

“oh,” she says, voice low, almost lost in the noise. “i do.”

the night moves fast.

bars are packed. drinks are free. everyone’s screaming uconn. half the city’s trying to buy shots for the team.

someone handed you a jello shot shaped like a basketball. you don’t even ask what’s in it.

paige is everywhere.

center of every circle. laughing with your teammates. dancing like she’s floating. championship hat still on backwards, net still around her neck like jewelry. the bar lights hit it and it flashes every time she moves.

you’re trying to play it cool. to not stare. to not think about her mouth. or her hands. or the way she keeps looking at you like she’s already fucked you tonight.

or that net that you find way too much attraction to.

she finds you near the edge of the dance floor. leans in close, breath sticky sweet from a lemon drop shot.

“oh baby..you look sooo stressed,” she says, fake pout on her lips.

“i’m good.”

“nah,” she grins, finger grazing your waist. “you’re tense. i can feel it.”

you glance around. the music’s loud. no one’s looking.

but still.

“stop.”

“you want me to?”

her hand slips under the hem of your championship shirt. just a touch. palm against your skin. you tense, but don’t move.

“you’re such a fucking tease,” you murmur.

“and you let me do it. every. single. time.”

you roll your eyes, but your breath catches when she presses her leg between yours. just lightly. enough for you to feel it.

“we shouldn’t be doing this here.”

“we’re not doing anything,” she says, mouth close to your ear. “i’m just standing. you’re the one squirming.”

you laugh, but it’s shaky. her hands are back on your hips now. gripping. pulling you closer.

you try to speak, but she cuts you off, lips brushing your neck.

“you should’ve seen your face when i cut that net. all wide-eyed and horny. like you were about to drop to your knees right there on the court.”

“fuck off.”

“make me.”

her voice is syrupy sweet, but her hands are getting bolder. one trails down your thigh. stops just where you need it most.

you suck in a breath.

“paige—”

“you gonna say my name like that later?” she asks. “all desperate and wrecked?”

you clench your jaw. look away. try to focus on literally anything else.

but her fingers brush higher. almost. barely.

“you wore this tight ass skirt for me, didn’t you?”

“you’re not the only one i wanted to look good for.”

she laughs. cocky. mean.

“cute lie, princess.”

your head falls back when she presses just enough pressure to make your thighs clench.

“oh, no panties?” she whispers.

you don’t answer.

“jesus,” she says. “you’re really down bad, huh?”

you grab her wrist, but she doesn’t stop.

“say it,” she whispers. “say you want me.”

“i want you.”

“how bad?”

you stare at her. the music’s loud. lights flickering across her face. her pupils blown wide.

“bad enough to hook up with you in this damn bar’s bathroom.”

her smile’s lethal.

“let’s go.”

the bathroom’s disgusting.

sticky floor, loud bass bleeding through the walls, one flickering light overhead.

you don’t care.

she locks the door behind you and you’re already on her.

lips crashing. hands everywhere. teeth clashing. she tastes like vodka and lime and victory.

she pushes you up against the wall so hard it rattles. one hand on your throat, the other hiking your skirt up like she owns it.

“so fuckin’ needy,” she breathes. “could feel your pussy throbbing on my thigh out there, ma.”

you moan into her mouth. pull her closer. her fingers slide between your legs, and she freezes.

“fuck,” she whispers. “you’re soaked.”

“i told you.”

“nah,” she grins. “you didn’t tell me shit. but you will.”

“well, i did tell you i needed you.”

her hand moves slow at first. teasing. sliding through your slick, not giving you enough. just stroking her ego.

“paige,” you gasp, bucking into her palm.

“what, baby? use your words.”

“i really really need you and like now.”

you bite your lip. try to hold it in.

she presses two fingers inside, fast and deep.

you cry out. cling to her.

“that’s it,” she says, low and smug. “take it. be quiet for me though.”

your knees almost buckle.

she fucks you against the wall like she’s been dying to. like she’s owed it. fingers curling just right, palm pressing your clit every time she pumps.

“knew this pussy would be good,” she groans. “knew it’d fit my fingers perfect.”

you’re gasping now. grabbing at her shirt. mouth open, eyes fluttering.

“keep lookin’ at me like that, and i’m gonna make you cum just like this. messy. in a bar bathroom.”

“don’t stop, please, p” you beg.

“never do, baby.”

she shifts her stance, grinds her palm harder, curls her fingers deeper. your body’s not even yours anymore—just a bundle of nerves under her touch.

“you close?” she murmurs. “you gonna cream on my fingers like a good little slut?”

you lean your head on her shoulder as you grip onto the net hanging around her neck.

“yes,” you whimper. “fuck, paige—yes.”

“just remember to be quiet.”

that’s all it takes.

you break. legs shaking. moaning into her neck as you cum hard, pulsing around her fingers. she holds you up through it, fingers fucking you through the high like she’s memorizing every twitch.

“god damn,” she whispers. “this pussy’s still mine even after weeks apart.”

you try to answer but all that comes out is a whimper.

she pulls her fingers out slow. watches the slick drip down your thighs. then sucks them clean, eyes on yours the whole time.

“tastes like a championship.”

you shove her, laughing breathlessly, but she grabs your chin and kisses you hard. filthy. claiming.

“you thought that was bad?” she grins. “wait ‘til we get to the hotel.”

the night stretches on, and you’re deep in it now — drunk off paige, drunk off the win, drunk off the way she’s touching you under the table, like you belong to her and everyone in this bar should know it.

you’re at a booth in a rooftop bar now, watching the city flicker below you. but you can’t look anywhere except her. paige. her lips around a straw. the way her eyes keep flicking to yours, smug and teasing, her championship hat crooked on her head.

and she still has on that damn net.

she leans in, just enough to make you shiver. whispers in your ear.

“you still good, baby? you still thinking about what happened in that bathroom?”

you don’t answer at first, not wanting to make it obvious how wrecked you are. how much she’s already ruined you tonight.

her fingers find your knee, pushing up your thigh. slowly. steadily. no one else notices, but you feel it. feel her moving closer.

you shift, trying to keep it together, but paige’s grip tightens.

“don’t move,” she commands, voice low, dark. she’s not looking at you anymore, eyes scanning the bar, but her fingers are still creeping higher.

you want to beg. want to beg her to do more, but you hold your breath instead.

“you’re so fucking quiet,” she teases. “you’re barely even talking to the team. i promise i’ll make you feel good at the hotel.”

you bite your lip, heart hammering in your chest. “paige…”

“shh,” she cuts you off. “don’t talk yet. i’m handling you tonight. you’re gonna sit there and let me touch you however i want.”

you freeze, mouth open. her fingers brush against the inside of your thighs, slow and deliberate. she knows exactly what she’s doing to you, playing with you like you’re her toy.

her hand slips under the waistband of your skirt, just enough to slide her fingers between your slick folds.

the pressure is light, but you can’t help the way your body jerks toward her.

“you’re fucking dripping,” she breathes. “is this because of me? is this how much you want me, baby?”

you clench your jaw. you’re trying so hard to stay composed, but paige’s fingers are sliding deeper, circling, pushing in slow like she’s savoring it. savoring every reaction you can’t stop yourself from giving.

you swallow hard. look at her, eyes half-lidded.

“i need all of you,” you whisper.

paige smirks, but she doesn’t stop. she presses harder, curling her fingers inside you just enough to make you squirm, but not enough to make you cum. you’re a mess in her hands, and she’s enjoying every second of it.

“yeah?” she purrs. “you like me teasing you, huh? it’s fucking cute, how desperate you are for me.”

“paige,” you whimper, your voice breaking under the pressure.

“what, ma?” she hums, fingers still teasing, never giving you enough. “you gonna cum right here? with everyone watching?”

you shake your head, desperate for more. but you don’t want anyone to know. not here. not yet.

“i’ll make it so fucking obvious,” she whispers. “so fucking messy, baby. you’ll be dripping all over this booth.”

you want to shout, but you just squeeze your eyes shut, gripping the edge of the table for control. your body is betraying you, heart pounding, hips pushing into her hand.

“you feel that, baby?” she whispers. “you feel how much you want it? i can make you cum right now, but you gotta beg me.”

you look at her. eyes wide, chest heaving.

“paige, please,” you breathe, your voice shaky.

“please what?”

“please… make me cum.”

her fingers are suddenly gone. you open your eyes, confused, frustrated.

“oops,” she shakes her head, smirking. “you’re gonna wait, baby. wait until we’re alone. i want you begging me later, in the hotel room.”

you groan in frustration, but she pulls her hand back under the table and sits up straighter, looking around the bar like nothing happened.

“god, you’re so fucking annoying,” you mutter, glaring at her.

“yeah, i know,” she grins, leaning close again. “but you’ll be screaming my name soon.”

she kicks the door shut behind you.

hat still on. net still swinging against her chest.

“on the bed,” she says.

you stumble back, lip trembling, skirt still soaked from the bars.

your whole body feels like a live wire.

she’s looking at you like she’s starving.

she’s already tasted you and now she wants even more.

you drop onto the mattress. legs open. hands shaking.

she doesn’t touch you at first. just stares.

“look at you,” she mutters. “so fuckin’ pretty laid out like this.”

“hurry i need you.”

“nah,” she cuts you off. “you’re not in charge tonight.”

your breath catches. thighs twitch.

she shrugs her jacket off. still got the net on like a damn trophy necklace.

and you’re glad she still has it on along with the championship hat.

“still thinking about me on that ladder?” she asks, soft, sick. “with the net around my neck?”

you nod, fast.

“say it.”

“you looked so fuckin’ hot,” you whisper. “couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

her eyes darken.

“you should’ve told me earlier, baby. i would’ve fucked you in the locker room.”

“i did tell you remember and you just kept edging me.”

“i didn’t edge you the bathroom,” she whispered through a kiss she planted on your neck.

you whimper. legs falling wider.

she kneels between them. kisses your thighs slow, gentle, like you’re fragile.

but there’s venom in her voice.

“you’re always actin’ like you don’t need me.”

“i do,” you cry.

“yeah?”

“need you so bad, ma.”

she grins. evil. drags your skirt down and throws them somewhere across the room.

“then stay real still.”

her mouth’s on you before you can even breathe.

hot, slow kitten licks. like she’s savoring it. sucking your clit with little moans, like she’s the one being pleased right now. and knowing her she probably was.

“i want you,” you sob. “please.”

“you already have me.”

you grab the sheets, crying out.

she spreads you open with both hands. tongue fucking you deep. moaning into it like she’s addicted.

“stay still f’me, baby,” she says, mouth glossy.

you’re whimpering now. body twitching. thighs shaking.

“you gonna cum, baby?”

“yes, fuck—please—”

she flattens her tongue. sucks hard.

your back arches.

“that’s it,” she whispers. “cum for me. make a mess.”

you break.

loud, messy, whole body trembling. crying into the pillow as she fucks you through it.

“that’s my girl,” she says, smug. soft. fucked up.

she climbs off the bed and grabs the strap.

your breath hitches.

she pulls her shorts off, straps up slow, watching you the whole time.

still wearing the hat. still wearing the net.

“look at what you’re begging for,” she says. “you gonna take this like a good little slut?”

you nod, eyes glassy. “yes, please. i’ll be good.”

she crawls back over you. slides in deep on the first thrust.

you scream and grab onto the net trying to pull her down.

“shhh,” she coos. “you wanted this, remember?”

“so full,” you cry. “so fuckin’ full.”

she fucks you slow. deep. mean.

leans down, kisses your mouth. your neck. your tears.

“no one’s ever gonna touch you like this again,” she whispers. “you’re mine, baby.”

“yours,” you sob. “yours, love.”

she pulls out and slams back in.

your legs shake.

the net brushes your chest with every thrust. you can’t stop staring at it. can’t stop crying.

“say it again.”

“i’m yours,” you whine. “please—don’t stop—”

“never,” she growls. “never fuckin’ letting you go.”

and she fucks you into the mattress like she means it.

because she absolutely means it.

she flips you off her like you weigh nothing.

“get up.”

you’re panting. shaking. body still twitching.

“i said get the fuck up.”

you stumble off the bed. legs weak. pussy throbbing.

she grabs you by the wrist, drags you toward the full-length mirror near the window.

you catch a glimpse of yourself—swollen lips, tear-stained cheeks, net burn on your chest—and you moan.

“look at you,” she growls, shoving you flat against the mirror. “fuckin’ wrecked.”

her strap’s still on. soaked. thick. heavy against your ass as she kicks your legs apart.

“you love getting used, huh?” she spits. “love being my little trophy slut?”

you nod.

she grabs your chin. yanks your face up.

“say it.”

“i’m your trophy slut.”

she grins. kisses the back of your neck.

“wear the net.”

she loops it around your shoulders, lets it fall down your chest. tangling between your tits.

“now watch yourself.”

her strap pushes into you from behind. slow and brutal.

you choke on a moan. hands splayed on the mirror.

“paige, oh fuck—”

“shut up,” she snaps. “you don’t talk unless i tell you to.”

she fucks you deep. one hand gripping your hip, the other pressing your face into the glass.

you can’t look away. can’t stop watching the way she ruins you. the net bouncing with every thrust. her hat crooked. jaw clenched.

“you see that?” she hisses in your ear. “that’s mine. you’re mine.”

“all yours, okay,” you sob. “don’t stop—please—”

“not stopping ‘til you break.”

her pace gets mean. harder. the mirror rattling with every thrust. your breath fogging the glass.

“watch the way this pussy takes it,” she says. “watch how fuckin’ good you bounce on my strap.”

you try to hold yourself up. try not to collapse.

but she grabs your throat and pins you there.

“don’t you fuckin’ look away.”

“shit,” you cry. “please..need it, need it so bad—”

“then cum, baby,” she growls. “cum on this dick. right here. in the mirror.”

you scream.

it hits you like fire. shaking. clenching. dripping down your thighs. hands sliding down the mirror like you’re melting.

she doesn’t stop. keeps fucking you through it. slapping your ass, talking you through your own destruction.

“there she is,” she pants. “my good little whore. my fuckin’ champion.”

you collapse against the glass.

face first. smiling.

ruined.

owned.

hers.

your body’s buzzing. brain mush. thighs trembling and glassy-eyed in the mirror’s reflection.

she finally pulls out.

hands careful now. warm on your hips.

you think she’s gonna say something cocky, but she doesn’t. not yet.

she just wraps her arms around you from behind, pressing her bare chest to your back, strap hanging heavy between you.

you both breathe there.

quiet.

sweaty.

blissed out.

“did i hurt you?” she asks, voice low. soft. way different from a minute ago.

you shake your head, still catching your breath.

“you sure?”

you nod again.

she turns you around gently, palms framing your face. her thumbs brush under your eyes, wiping away what’s left of the tears.

“tell me if i ever go too far,” she whispers. “i mean that.”

“you didn’t,” you murmur. “i liked it.”

she smiles, kind of shy now. kisses your forehead.

“you scare me when you get like that,” you add, laughing a little.

“yeah?” she grins. “you scare me when you cum in like twelve seconds.”

you shove her shoulder. she catches your wrist, grinning.

“don’t even lie,” she smirks. “i wasn’t even halfway in.”

“whatever,” you mumble, cheeks flushed. “you’re annoying.”

“you’re obsessed.”

you roll your eyes and look down.

the net’s still around your neck. tangled. damp with sweat and tears and everything else.

she sees it too.

“gimme that,” she says, tugging it off slow. “you look too good in it, i’m gonna get hard again.”

you groan. “paige, you don’t even have a real dick.”

“so,” she murmurs, lifting the net over your head and looping it around hers again. “i’ll get horny again and fuck you again.”

you watch her walk back to the bed, still completely naked, wearing nothing but the hat and the net. cocky. glowing.

but then she flops down with a sigh. breathes deep into the hotel pillows.

“holy shit,” she mutters.

you’re standing there, still wrecked, still staring at her. something shifts in the room.

not the sex.

not the games.

just the weight of it all finally hitting.

you sit next to her, slow, careful.

“we won.”

she blinks at the ceiling.

you say it again.

“paige. we fuckin’ won a natty.”

she turns her head to look at you.

eyes soft. blue like waves. glowing like the trophy.

“we fuckin’ did,” she whispers. “national fuckin’ champs.”

you both laugh. it bubbles out of your chest like it can’t be held in anymore.

“we climbed the ladder,” you say, smiling.

“we cut the net.”

“you made me cum with the net around my neck.”

she grins. “best sex ever.”

you lean back onto the pillows beside her. heads turned toward each other. tangled limbs.

she pulls the blanket over both of you.

“hey,” she says.

you hum.

“i know we’re… not like, anything,” she starts. “but tonight—i don’t know. you feel like mine.”

you look at her.

she’s not smiling now. not teasing.

just soft.

real.

“i am,” you whisper. “if you want.”

she nods. just once.

then she curls into your side, still wearing the net. lets it fall across both your chests like a blanket.

you both fall asleep like that.

champions.

teammates.

tangled in the win, the lust, the love.

her in the hat. her in the net.

you in her arms.

[tbaluver]

picture you

pairing: zayne x fem! reader wc: 806 cw: zayne masturbates at the thought of you, many thoughts of you a/n: this was inspo from chappell roan's song picture you and the new zayne card that comes out in 5 hours for me (╥﹏╥) and also i read somewhere on twitter that ears can be found as erogenous so thats how this fic came to life! also i think abt this card so often its getting unhealthy but anyways i hope you all enjoy reading! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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shameless. how could he be so absolutely shameless.

zayne the man who always had everything under control. zayne who rarely ever touched himself. the man who never had time for such a release.

he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his room was dim and quiet. his hair tousled from repeatedly running his fingers through it. he’s tried to distract himself, key word try. but nothing worked. you were everywhere. the thoughts of you plagued his mind and body.

you already left a couple minutes ago but the thought of you lingered in his mind. the way you teasingly tugged at his ear, your fingers gently massaging behind it, leaving him flustered on the spot.

was it that easy? a single touch to feel a rush coursing lower in him. luckily he managed to dodge your next attempt but just that touch alone replays in his mind.

the dull ache crept between his thighs as he tried his hardest to let the feeling pass before it spread across his body. he struggled to fight the urge to move his hand down to feel himself. but it wouldn’t hurt even if it was just through his clothes or even squirm a little. it would go away eventually, right?

he tried fighting back these images of you but the more he fights it, the thoughts of you replay again and again and further deeper into this spiral of dirty fantasies in his mind. he wondered if he kept you awake and made you press your pretty thighs together to ignore this shameless feeling. Zayne couldn’t help but let out a soft groan at the thought of you touching yourself.

he clenches his eyes shut, his control slowly slipping away. he felt himself grow harder on how good it must feel to have your hands tease him instead of his own. how erect your nipples must be before he latches his hands and mouth onto them.

he felt himself grow harder, his underwear constricting him painfully as his mind continues to think of you softly moaning in his ears as he trails kisses down your neck while he pumps his fingers into you.

one time. this will only be one time.

he defeatedly slips down his pants, his dick straining hard against his boxers. he tugs it down quickly, his cock already leaking and throbbing, crying to get a release.

he closes his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips as his thumb drags over his leaking slit before he slowly stroked himself. he drags his fist up and down his shaft thinking of how good it must feel to be inside of you. how your walls would welcome him so perfectly. oh, how so beautiful you must look bouncing up and down on his cock while he keeps his hands placed on your hips.

the thought of your pussy clenching around him and how you would breathlessly moan his name made his hips buck, his pace coming faster, more satisfying. probably not as satisfying with him inside you.

his eyebrows furrow, he’s close. his hand focuses on his swollen tip as he pumps faster and faster. he imagines how your walls would spasm around him, him filling you up til the point it was dripping down your thigh.

low grunts escape his mouth as his fist squeezes his cock tighter, his biceps flexing as he increases his pace. how he wished to hear your sweet sounds and how they would be music to his ears, knowing it was making you feel good.

he was so close that filthy sounds were escaping his mouth. “f-fuck-,” he groans through his tensed jaw, words he never thought would leave his lips so easily.

he thought of the way your walls fluttered around him and how your eyes would rock back into your head as you came on his cock for who knows what round it was in his head. how he would hold you so gently while planting lovingly kisses all over you and tell you how you did so well.

hot cum spurts out of his cock, running down his hand as he continues to stroke himself through his orgasm. his pace would eventually slow down, his hand and cock painted white. he breathed in deeply realizing the mess he made, all because of you.

he sighs, momentarily staying in his bed. his mind still hazy from all the flurry of scenarios that flashed through his thoughts as he touched himself. just as he was about to sit up and tidy up the mess he made, his phone lit up. he peeks over and sees the familiar contact photo on the notification, the girl who was on his mind.

(y/n)❅: zayne i think i left a couple music sheets there. im on my way back i hope that's alright ˙ᵕ˙

[jamminvroomvroom]

no more mister shy guy.

OP x fem!reader

in which you can’t work out why he just won’t sleep with you

i am neither normal, nor am i hinged! i hope you guys get the vision, i literally wrote this last night possessed by some feral urge bc i just love oscar sm and i’ve been needing to write for him sooo baaad. enjoy! pls lemme know what you think <3

songs to set the vibes: delicate by taylor swift, good looking by suki waterhouse, my kind of woman by max demarco, feeling myself by wolf alice

warnings: 18+!! minors dni!! smut, pwp but also there is some plot? overstimulation, crying in a hot way, choking, unprotected sex (L bozo don’t do that!) the most minor moment of angst, fluff

2.8k words

you watch him make coffee, daydreaming, balancing your heavy head on your hand. you study him while your free hand taps against the kitchen counter, nails drumming a random beat. sunlight streams through a gap in the curtains, framing him golden. you don’t think he knows how pretty he is.

oscar is oblivious to the way your mind is ticking behind him, twisting the cap on the carton of oat-milk. you hear the plastic fall onto the counter and your tongue wets your lower lip as he reaches up into the cupboard, his back flexing beneath his shirt as he finds your favourite mug. you realise then how swollen your lip is, snapped out of the trance he had you in, the one that had you biting your lip so hard, completely mindlessly.

he’s bulked up over the winter break, filled out a lot over the course of his rookie season. he’s no longer the scrawny, anxious guy you’d met at your fathers work event a year ago, he’s broader, thicker in your hands, utterly delicious. as much as you like the way he looks, you like his mind a whole lot more. if only you knew what was going on inside it.

oscar is an enigma, quiet, hilariously dry, the kindest man you’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. you’ve been together since the start of the winter break, november, after awkward run ins and plenty of pining since the start of his first season. you’d travel to races with your dad, a mclaren sponsor, and run into the australian, stare at each other and pretend no one noticed. after months of teasing from lando, oscar finally got the kick up the arse that he needed and you’d said yes to dinner before he’d even finished asking the question.

it’s february now, a week til he needs to be in bahrain. the last three months had been serene, spent with a man made of sunshine, and you’re sad to see him go, as if you won’t be in the emirates a mere four days after him. you fear the way you’ll ache for him, having been inseparable since the dinner that started it all.

but then again, it can’t be worse than the way you ache for him now.

“sweetheart?” oscar is waving his hand in front of your face when you realise he’s been calling your name for a good 15 seconds, and you have, in fact, been staring. hm? you jump, staring at him bewildered. he looks amused. “you okay?” he coos, sliding the coffee across the island towards you.

“yeah, sorry, i, um, i just- why won’t you have sex with me?” you blurt, slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as you realise what you’ve just said.

oscar just blinks, mouth forming a little o, the permanent blush he seems to have increasing tenfold. you instantly feel guilty for ambushing him, but you were at the end of your tether. three months of nothing, nada, zilch. every move you made was refuted, ignored as if he was oblivious. you were ravenous for him, he’s so gorgeous! and you didn’t want to pressure him, but you were starting to feel like there was something wrong with you.

you’d wake up in bed with him wrapped around you, grinding against your ass in his sleep, and you’d revel in it, the rare times that he actually seemed to want you like that. you loved him regardless, of course you did, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need to be… dealt with. urgently.

“i- um- what?” oscar splutters, and the bottom of his mug blinks against the granite.

“is there something wrong with me? am i not pretty enough?” you whisper, shy. “do you just not… like- do you not want to do that?” you ramble.

panic fills his face, and he’s rushing around the island, by your side in an instant. he takes your hands into his, finding your eyes. they’ve grown watery, a mixture of guilt and desperation swirling in them which makes him feel ill.

“baby, no, god no.” he rushes the words out, desperate to convince you that it wasn’t you. “you’re the most beautiful person in the entire world, prettiest girl i ever saw.” he promises. “i’m just… it’s scary.”

“oh, osc.” your face falls, and you want to throw yourself off of the balcony. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to pressure you. if it makes you feel better, i’m scared too. but i love you so much, i just want to feel even closer to you.”

“you didn’t make me feel pressured, i’m just sorry i made you feel unwanted. trust me, i want you like that. drives me insane. but i’ve never had sex before with someone that i love. not the way i love you, anyway. scared that i won’t be good enough for you.” he murmurs.

you’re hung up on the part where you drive him crazy, the part where he loves you like that, and then you remember how vulnerable he’s being, baring his entire soul to you, and you rip yourself from the fantasy.

your hands smooth over his shoulders, until you’re softly fisting a clump of hair at the nape of his neck.

“i love you. insanely. we’ll go slow.” you state. he moulds further against you, and you quickly realise it’s for leverage, because the next thing you know, you’re in his arms. he has his hands hooked under your thighs and he’s kissing you so, so deeply that you’re dizzy. you don’t realise that you’re halfway to his bedroom until he pulls away.

“i don’t wanna go slow anymore.”

oscar places you on your feet at the end of his bed, the large, plush king-sized mattress that is currently calling both of your names. your blouse gets unbuttoned first, his hands shaking in a way that makes you melt, and his lips trail over every inch of bare skin that he uncovers. when it finally falls to the floor, his pupils are blown wide, his hands palming intricate black lace. your jeans are stripped away mercilessly, his hands shaking less now, and you take it as a sign to crawl backwards onto the bed.

he stands there, watching you, apprehensive again. you can see how hard he is, how desperately strained his cock is through the light grey of his sweatpants, and so you switch tactics. your hand grazes your tummy, skimming up your abdomen until you reach a bra strap. you toy with the elastic, holding the kind of eye contact that makes him twitch, tugging it until it hangs loosely off of your shoulder.

“i need you, osc. i trust you.” you utter, soft and enticing. one finger runs under the cup of your bra, flicking over your nipple. he can just about see the hardened bud through the lace of your bra. it’s not enough, though, and every ounce of self control depletes when you whine, “want you inside of me so badly.”

the elastic band snaps and he’s on top of you, rutting between your legs like a man starved. you drag his shirt up and over his shoulder blades, moaning as you feel each and every muscle under your fingertips.

“just wanna make you feel good.” oscar rasps, rolling his hips even harder into your core.

“take these off.” you beg, pulling at the waistband of his joggers. he somehow musters the strength to pry himself off of you, just long enough to discard the uncomfortable material of his sweats, but as soon as he looks down, his plans change.

painted over the crotch of them is a shiny pool of your slick, and when his eyes flit hungrily to your core, he sees where you’ve soaked through your panties. you’re panting when you see the stain, and you just want to get him inside of you, but his priorities have changed. oscar collapses between your legs, head buried, tongue exploring.

he groans, carnal and needy, into the fabric of your underwear, laving his tongue over the lace. your eyes widen as he dives in, licking over the wet patch until he grows frustrated. you hear the tearing of the fabric, feel his big hands pawing at your thighs to spread them as wide as they’ll go. his tongue slides right inside of you and he whines. he fucking whines. the vibration nearly makes you scream. you can’t believe this is your oscar, the same oscar that had quivered with nerves a mere five minutes ago.

“oh my god.” you chant, rolling your hips against his face. you must be all over him by now, what with the way he’s sucking and slurping, obscene sounds of wetness sounding around the room. you’d be blushing a deep red if you weren’t so turned on, shaking against his bedspread which will probably need changing once he’s done with you.

you thought that maybe he was inexperienced and that was the source of his fear, but if he was, you never would have known. he was a natural in between your legs, nipping at your clit to get you even louder for him.

you cum faster than ever, and he’s mumbling something incoherent into your pussy when you do. you’re riding the high, midway through the bliss, when a thick finger slips its way inside of you. oscar realises that he can easily slide another in, and he does. he doesn’t thrust them in and out, he grinds them against your walls, and your mouth falls open as a silent scream forces it’s way out.

you cum a second time, in record time yet again, and he still doesn’t let up. he’s hitting that spot relentlessly with his fingers, keeping your clit between his swollen lips, and you’re begging him. for what, you’re not sure, but you’re whimpering his name like you’re going to die. and what a good way to go this would be.

his eyes meet yours, and he looks unhinged. that’s when you feel it. that all consuming, belly twisting rush.

“oscar!” you try to warn him, but it’s too late, and he knows it. he makes you squirt, because of course he does. the shy guy who was scared that he wouldn’t be able to please you makes you squirt.

he pulls his mouth off of you but keeps his fingers buried deep, eyes fixed on watching the way your pussy convulses.

“holy shit.” you cry. you’re staring down at him like you’ve gone insane. he’s smiling innocently.

“was that good?” he almost sounds shy and you want to kick him.

“are you… are you serious?” you rasp. oscar just shrugs. “get up here.” you reach for him and complies, slotting himself between your legs once more.

oscar resumes the rolls of his hips, and the friction of the grey fabric against your core makes your eyes roll back.

“please, oscar, fuck me.” you whine, his head falling into the crook of your neck. he bites down, leaving behind the sting of his teeth and a faint purple splotch.

“fucking love you.” he slurs, his accent thickening in a way that makes him sound that extra bit fucked out already.

“i love you.” you murmur, forcing his sweats down his legs. his boxers are wet, just like your panties were, and you can’t help but stare. oh, it’s big.

his boxers are peeled down and you can feel yourself throbbing. his cock hangs heavy, red and dripping, painfully hard. you reach for it, looking at him to make sure it’s okay to touch, and he’s rapidly nodding his head. your small hand struggles but you make it work, and his head tips back, exposing his thick neck that you want to suck purple. your hand works over him a few times, and a visible shiver running through his body makes you stop.

“you ready for me?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“please.” you gasp, locking your legs around his waist. “however you want me, ‘m yours.” you breathe.

oscar’s eyes roll back in his head, your words sending his brain blank, and then he’s pushing home, slow and deep.

“fucking hell.” he groans, guttural. you’re so tight, warm, soaking wet. he feels like the biggest idiot in the world for waiting so long for this.

“oh.” you gasp, your eyebrows knitting together. he’s so deep. “so full.” you pant.

“can you take it, sweetheart?” oscar’s lips bump your jaw. “want you to take it.” you nod profusely, desperate to hear him run his mouth even further. your eyes clench shut when you feel him move, just the tiniest bit, readjusting.

“move.” you plead. he’s staring down at you, watching every single micro movement of your face.

oscar pulls out the smallest bit and thrusts back in, nice and slow. the drag drives you feral, the weight of him on top of you makes you weak. you want to stay like this until the end of days.

“good?” he hisses, trying to keep composed. he’s finally inside of you, claiming you as his in the most intimate way of all. he tries not to think about how many times he could have had you begging under him in the last three months.

“so good, so good.” you repeat, pushing your hips up to try and meet his.

“so pretty like this for me. always so, so pretty.” he rambles. he realises that he never quite made it as far as getting your bra off, and he needs to see all of you. the cups are tugged haphazardly down, and oscar stares at your breasts like he’s never seen tits before. you hear him hum, low and greedy, and then you feel the wet drag of his tongue across your nipple.

the animalistic whine that he rips from you makes him thrust harder, upping his pace a bit. he can hear how much wetter you get when he picks up his pace, and he changes up his rhythm, pushing all the way in and dragging out again at lightning speed. your jaw goes slack and your eyes are damp.

“baby, what’s wrong?” oscar slows to a stop, and you want to scream.

“no, no, no, keep going.” you choke out, your throat constricting with a sob. “it’s so good. feel so good.” you sound drunk, all for him, and he loses his mind completely.

he taps into that athletic stamina, fucking into you with a newfound vigour that you didn’t think was humanly possible, and you feel things that you didn’t even know you could feasibly feel. you see stars behind your eyes, his face, and nothing else but bright white. calloused fingers find your clit, and you wonder fleetingly if he’s trying to kill you when he rubs messy shapes into the much too overstimulated bud. his teeth graze your nipple, and everything seems to come together perfectly.

thick tears run hot down your cheeks, only to be licked away by eager tongue. your belly tightens, aflame for him; he’s wound your body up perfectly and you’ve never in your life teetered so dangerously over the edge.

“can feel you, baby. want you to cum, okay? ‘n then i’m gonna fill you up.” oscar grunts. you clamp down on him even tighter, thanking god for oscar’s filthy fucking mouth and birth control, and then everything snaps.

you think you scream, you know that you’re sobbing, and your throat is raw when the wave hits. oscar keeps going, intensifying your pleasure, and when he finally let’s go, it’s the most beautiful fucking thing you’ve ever seen. it’s surreal, the way his neck flexes, eyes clenched tight, brown locks flopping over his sweat damped forehead. and the sounds he makes, god. he’s muttering into your ear, lewd and shameless, and a fifth orgasm nearly takes you under.

“gonna need you everyday like this, tight fucking pussy, all mine. can’t live without this now. fucking perfect.” he’s rambling, burrowing deep into you one last time. you feel his warmth spilling into you, feel his hot breath fanning your face. he licks into your awaiting mouth.

“fuck.” you giggle, breathless.

“good?” he raises an eyebrow, grinning bashfully.

“more than worth the wait.” you whisper, mustering the strength to lift your head just enough so that you can peck his lips. “you better not hold out on me ever again though.” oscar laughs at that and you feel the rumble in your flushed chest.

“you promise?” there’s the shy guy again.

“osc, honey, that was the best. ever. ever. need you to be mr sex god more often.”

“only if you behave for me.” he smirks down at you.

“there he is.” you sigh happily.

when he snakes his way back between your legs, lapping up the mess he’s made, and then some, you wonder just what you’ve unleashed.

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SPANK THE ATTITUDE OUT (p!link)

⋆ ˚ .ೃ ࿔ * pairing... tutor!matt x bratty!reader

𓂃 ֹ ᮫ when bratty!reader had been annoying and well.. bratty with matt all day, he finally decides to do something about it, making her learn from her mistakes.. (she’ll do it again).

warnings... spanking, crying, fingering, slight groping, reader being a tease and kind of a bittchhh, brat tamer matt yyyeees

♡ ˖ ࣪ ◟ soft yelps and whimpers of pain twisted into pleasure was elicited from your swollen and pouty lips, every smack of matt’s palm against the plush skin of your ass making you squirm, the following gentle squeeze of the red skin easing the delicious stinging a little. “n-no more matty.. stop,” you whined, hot and fat tears brimming in your eyes, threatening to fall. though every slap of his hand sent a rush of pleasure through you, you couldn’t stop the beads of tears from tumbling over in pure frustration.

matt knew better than to stop. you were gushing, your pussy glistening and wet, every slap his hand made onto your skin making you clench around nothing. “y’can beg all you want. m’not stopping ‘til your dumb little head grasp a lesson for once,” his words stung, almost as much as his repeated slaps to your rear. and gosh, he was right in what he was doing— you’d intentionally been pissing him off just to push him a little, so you rightfully deserved it.

this morning when you woke up next to each other, you were clinging and grasping onto matt, begging him not to leave. matt had to get to class, and yours didn’t start until nine. what was there to do? “maattt, stop. don’t leave, you’re mean,” you pouted and whined when he got up to change, leaving you groggy and unsatisfied. your hand was still grabbing for his, attempting to pull him back in bed. he huffed, managing to get your hands off him and move on to change out of his pajamas.

“seriously, i can’t just skip. i-it’s important. you’ll be fine without me for a moment,” he mumbled, leaning over you to leave a kiss to your forehead. “you’re rude for leaving me,” you protested, a furrow settling on your brows. one that you weren’t sure was just playful or one you actually meant. matt just rolled his eyes, clearly not up for your antics right now.

it wasn’t like your usual pleading and teasing—you actually wanted him to stay and skip his class. but matt couldn’t do that, and you knew it, but yet you were being annoying. “stooop, don’t roll your eyes! you can quit being a nerd for a minute,” and with a kiss to your forehead, not another word was uttered before he left, leaving you pouty and tired.

later during lunch, you were sitting close next to matt, one hand poking at your salad while the other one crept up his inner thighs. awkwardly, your palm rubbed against the denim of his crotch that was covering his already semi-hard dick, making him squirm. matt’s eyes awkwardly met your friends’, offering them a forced smile, before they flickered back down to his food just to make sure no one caught onto what was going on under the table.

“cut it out,” matt whispered, yet his voice was stern and serious. he knew his body would eventually give in to your touch, but he didn’t want to. not right now, during lunch, during school, in front of your friends. when would he find time to fix his problem? he knew you’d leave him to fix it alone anyway, and he wasn’t in the best mood anyway. “come oonnn, don’t be annoying. you’re a wuss,” you whispered back, shooting an innocent smile at your friends.

he grunted, reaching to wrap his fingers securely around your wrist. “i’m serious. stop, you’re being a minx.” he guided your hand back to your own lap, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go of it. “it stays right there.”

but you didn’t give in to his tough act. you gradually inched your hand closer and closer to his thigh while you ate your lunch and talked to your friends until he got a hold of your wrist once more, deciding to just keep his fingers around you. his grip was strong, almost bruising from how hard and desperately he didn’t want a fucking boner in the middle of the cafeteria. he was starting to become upset, and though he knew you didn’t have any bad intentions, he was growing frustrated with you.

“i told you to stop,” he mumbled into your ear when he leaned closer, his voice nowhere near sweet and soft like it usually would. it was mean, and though he didn’t want to, he had to be a little harsh in order for you to get the hint. “be a good boy matty,” his grip tightened around your wrist when you whispered back, giving it a squeeze before he let go, placing it on your own lap, giving you an unamused glare with red cheeks. seems like the pet name got to him after all.

matt should’ve seen it coming—you were being a bitch again, this time during his tutoring. you were sitting across from him, not listening to what he was saying but staring off into the big library, clearly not focused at all. anger was starting to bubble in matt, but not something he could let out by yelling at you. he never wanted to do that, it wasn’t a way to fix things. he just glared at you, his sentences barely finished while he stared to see if you’d react, which you didn’t. silence filled the air between you two, but not a move was made.

“are you listening?” he spoke up, breaking the silence that had fell upon the two of you. matt’s eyes kept track of how you rolled your eyes when he spoke, letting out a humorless sigh, looking back down at your messy notes without even sharing a look with matt. “mhm..” you hummed, clicking the pen you held between your thumb and fist.

oh, you wanted a reaction out of him bad. when you gave him that half-assed response filled with attitude, he immediately packed his books up. you finally seemed to give him attention, staring up at him while he hastily made his way around the table, books under his arm while his free hand gripped yours, “up. come on,” his words were monotonous, clearly not up for a fight from you. catching on to his attitude, you immediately grabbed your notebooks and other stuff without another word, allowing matt to drag you forcefully out of the library. “you’re up for a real lesson, missy.”

and that led you to here—bent over matt’s lap, his fingers squeezing and kneading your ass, leaving harsh strikes and swats at your skin. by now you were cherry red back there, your skin pleasantly aching while whimpering. “look at you.. so pathetic,” he didn’t break a smile, his hands giving your body a quick break by smoothing and feeling your plushy skin. his eyes were stuck to your folds, drooling and turning even wetter with every spank—oh, how bad he wanted to flip you over and fuck you dumb. he knew you’d like this, of course.

“g-gosh matt,” you couldn’t help but let out a proud chuckle through the tears that threatened to spill once more. you loved the reaction you’d finally managed to get out of him—sure, matt could be dominant or rough when he wanted to, but this is exactly what you needed from him. “oh, you think this is funny?” *smack* “yeah? y’think that’s funny? spanking the attitude out of you?” his palm landed another forceful but somehow gentle hit to your sensitive skin, a borderline loud moan escaping from your parted lips. you could tell he was holding back in a sense, not wanting to actually physically hurt you.

matt nearly stiffened when you let out that sweet noise, his digits stopping to feel you instead, caressing your hot pink skin. he could obviously see the way his touch affected you, but he didn’t know it was this much. his already hard cock twitched in his pants, a groan tugging at his lips when you let out another whine. “fuck, you’re so wet.. c-can i?” and the tough, little act was down immediately. you blinked the tears away, nodding slowly while turning your head to look at him, holding you up by your palms. “go ahead..” you meekly whispered to him with a proud smile, watching as his eyes nearly had to be forced back to your face.

at an instant, matt had you sitting in his lap, awkwardly tugging and grasping at his shirt. he trailed his fingers down your middle, before two of them brushed over your swollen clit. you moaned, making matt smirk at you. roughly, he managed to ease those same two fingers inside of you, your forehead falling to his chest. “o-oh my god!” you mewled, the intensity and sudden intrusion making you gasp. “you’re so wet.. s’all from me spanking you? you really like being such a bad girl?” his words were murmured right into your ear, his hot breath still mingling on your skin. shivers ran down your spine, his dirty words combined with the way he curled his fingers up inside of you making you whine.

you were falling completely to pieces in his arms, forehead resting on his chest while he continued the ministrations on your slick and sensitive cunt. crescent shapes were dug into matt’s shoulders, attempting to hold on for dear life, already pent up from his previous actions. “m-matt! m’gonna cum i- stop-“ you couldn’t take the humiliation of releasing already, his fingers bringing you to the edge only in the matter of a few moments.

he chuckled humorlessly, suddenly picking up the pace of his digits buried inside of you. a gasp ripped from your throat, pressing your eyes shut with force. “mhm? y’wanna come that bad?” his lips were curled into a smirk, your walls squeezing his fingers that were easily pumping in and out of your soppy hole. his words were the push you needed, your nails losing their grip on his skin, and body slumping into his chest, clenching and unclenching around his fingers. “o-oh my god matt, i-“

matt laughed softly, shaking his head as if he was laughing at you. “so pretty.. aren’t you?” he was trying his best not to rut his hips up into yours, his cock aching and hard, and the sight of you didn’t help with his desperation and need for release. “bit pathetic, don’t you think?..” he paused, looking up at you with raised eyebrows and a quizzical look, “nah, i don’t care… as long as you learned your lesson,” his pointer finger gently poked at your temples, before pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

more tutor!matt x bratty!reader here!

˚𝜗𝜚 notes... brat tamer matt save me

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[lxnarphase]

GOOD MORNING, BABY

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...ft. : h. hiromi + k. shiu + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. aoi

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, breeding kink, sukuna is a dickhead, shiu really loves his girl, hiromi loses his shit, aoi is a great boyfriend, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ k. shiu ; he's slow, purposefully grinding right against your sex, his cock leaking precum all over your thighs when he pushes through them. shiu thinks it’s so fucking cute how you try to grind against nothing in your sleep, he can’t help but tease you a little bit, a little smirk on his face at all your reactions

“always makin' me do all the work, aren't ya? hm, got a pretty lil' pillow princess on my hands...” “your man had such a tough day, and your here all comfy and sweet, waiting for me t' touch you. tsk, should've come home sooner, didn't mean to leave my girl waiting." “god, always loved how damn soft you are, angel. mm, so so soft and warm, jus' for me. don't worry, i'll wake you up with my cock cummin' all over your pretty skin.”

✧ h. kinji ; to be fair, you caused this. you teased the poor man all day, and kinji knows he's getting you back when you telling him you're gonna take a nap, rubbing your hands against his chest while wearing nothing but his t-shirt. since you're soooo eager to tease, he had no issues with teasing you back.

“hm? going to pretend you sleep? c'mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to be fucked? you're so fuckin' cute when y'wanna try and be stubborn, hun." "i know you’re awake, i see your pretty eyes trying not to open. all you have to do is open them and i’ll stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead.” “thaaat’s it, baby, tha's my girl. rubbing up against me while looking so pretty. let’s give you a reward, hm? gonna pop the tip in an' see how fast we can get ya to cry for the rest of it.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ h. hiromi ; there’s no knowing what caused him to snap, but hiromi comes home practically feral. it's hot, so hot as he quickly takes off all his clothes, uncaring about his expensive suit jacket on the floor. he’s been thinking about you ever since he left his office, thinking about every curve of your body, every sweet noise you’d make, and how delicious you sound saying his name.

“honey, wake up, please. ’m not fucking you until you wake up and look at me. you're not getting my cock til you look at me.” “beg? oh, no, no, no, pretty thing, no teasing and no playing around. the only one that’s going to beg is you, baby. now stop being a little brat and be good for me, yeah? don't wanna punish you, not when you look so cute right now." "how about i just fuck your thighs and, cum all on them? you want my cum to go to waste? or do you want to be fucked full of my cum like a good girl? make your fucking choice.”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ r. sukuna ; sukuna doesn’t even go to thigh fucking, he skips that. no, he’s grumpy his sleep was interrupted by the annoying rush of blood to his dick. so now, he's biting your thighs, sucking on them before going down on you, using his tongue and fingers to prep you lazily shoving his stupidly big cock inside you, humming when you moan yourself awake.

“look who's awake. took you long enough, I put so much effort into making you feel good before I shoved my dick inside ya. hey, don't smack my tits, brat, i'll bite your damn hand off.” “hm? you want me to move? mm. why should i? ...because i woke you up? tch...you're lucky you're s' fucking pretty or i'd just jerk off and cum all over your face.” "fuck, always take me in s' fuckin' good...i trained this cunt right, now she knows how t' handle my cock. 'member when you couldn't even take half of it in? look at you now, turned ya into my nasty little cockslut."

✧ t. aoi ; you fell asleep in aoi's lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head against his shoulder. the thigh fucking was supposed to happen, yes, but you were tired, opting out for cockwarming him as he watched whatever show he put on. but then you started squirming around, whining so cutely in your sleep. how could he not take care of his girl?

“oh, hiii, bunny...you’re finally awake? hey, shhh, shh, 's okay, i've got ya. feels real good, right? y'just sounded so cute, i couldn' help myself, pretty, you were squeezing me so tight.” “too slow? do you want me to go faster, darling? all you have to do is ask....heh, no, 'm not being mean! i just think you're cute all sleepy, is all.” “it’s hitting deep? yeah? maybe i should lift you higher and slam you down to see how deep i really can go.”

[gojosconsort]

need more olderbf toji good lord what u wrote just blessed my eyes and I need more GRAHHHHHH

OLDER BF!TOJI ♡ // HEADCANONS 02

⁀➷ CONTENT. you're toji’s problematic younger girlfriend.

♡ PAIRING. afab!reader x older bf!toji

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. oral sex (m and f receiving), age gap, size kink, spanking, degradation, restraint, public/semi-public sex, choking, hair pulling, deepthroating, degradation, possessiveness

♡ NAV. 01 // 02

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s broke as shit but spots a patch of wildflowers by some random roadside—picks a messy handful—dirt, roots, and all—and shoves them at you, “ain’t much, but they’re yours, doll.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s waiting outside your shitty apartment when your ex shows up, banging on the door—toji’s on him in seconds, pinning him to the wall, “she’s done with your sorry ass, punk,” and that fucker never shows his face again.

OLDER BF!TOJI who takes you on a late-night ride in his truck, pulling off to some empty lookout spot next thing you know, you’re straddling him in the driver’s seat, skirt shoved up, bouncing on his fat cock while the windows steam up.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s half-asleep in bed when you crawl under the sheets, teasing him awake with your mouth. he groans, “fuckin’ brat,” grabs your hair, and rams himself deeper down your throat ‘til you’re choking on it, “can’t even sleep ‘round you.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who catches you shivering on the walk home from some shitty bar, grumbling, “told you to bring a damn jacket.” but shrugs off his worn leather one, draping it over your shoulders and pulling you close to his side, “c’mere, i’ll warm you up.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who crashes on your couch after a job, too tired to drive home—you find him sprawled out in the morning, abs peeking from under his shirt, and he wakes up to you staring, “what, never seen a guy sleep before? make me coffee, lazy ass.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who ties your wrists to the headboard with his belt when you won’t stop mouthing off. then he’s pounding you into the mattress, rough and hard, loving how you squirm under his bulk, “too big? cry about it, doll.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who sees you struggling with a heavy bag of groceries outside your apartment building. he grabs it from your hands without asking, smirking, “you’re too damn small for this,” and carries it up three flights of stairs with you trailing behind.

OLDER BF!TOJI who loves when you ride his face, sprawling back on the bed or couch, pulling you down by the hips ‘til you’re smothering him. “grind on me, doll,” he mumbles into you, licking sloppy and greedy, holding you there ‘til you’re shaking.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s sloppy with prep but doesn’t need it—his cock’s so big it barely fits anyway. “relax, you’ll take it,” he mutters, sliding in slow, then slamming deep, and he loves when you yelp and scratch the shit outta his back.

OLDER BF!TOJI who shows up at your place unannounced with takeout because “you didn’t eat, did you.” eats half of it himself, sprawled on your couch, then pulls you into his chest, mumbling, “don’t squirm, i’m comfy.”

OLDER BF!TOJI who loves finishing inside you after a rough fuck, pinning you down and pumping you full, “gonna fill you up, doll—fuck, you feel that? make me cum so fuckin’ much,” and he’s loves watching it drip out.

OLDER BF!TOJI who gets off on skirts ‘cause he’s loves fucking you in public—drags you somewhere half-hidden, hikes it up, claps a hand over your mouth, and mutters, “shut it, don’t need ‘em hearing,” while he fucks you fast and dirty and loud like he hopes you get caught.

OLDER BF!TOJI who gets quite jealous when some young guy flirts with you—goes dead quiet, then later he’s got you face-down, ass-up, snarling, “that little shit think he’s got a shot? too old my ass—tell me who’s fuckin’ you.” but don't worry, your screams fix his mood.

OLDER BF!TOJI who’s always working out—push-ups in the living room, dripping sweat, and he’s like, “sit on me, doll, gimme a challenge.” and you perch there, while he grunts, “fuckin’ lightweight,” and powers through.

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⁀➷ masterlist

[dem0batz]

Apple Spice and Oaths

Caleb x MC // Love and Deepspace

Author's Note: I've been plagued by thoughts of Caleb. My brain has been rotting and frothing since his trailer release. Not as edited as I would have liked but I needed to get this out into the world.

Summary: After years of forbidden moments with Caleb, it all finally comes to a head when he is about to leave for pilot training. 🔞Content Warnings: (adopted) brother/sister kink, virgin MC, yandere Caleb, dubcon, sexual coercion but MC wants it, references to Dawnbreaker Zayne, Dacryphilia, implied oral (—>f), PIV, cum eating, small blood reference Word Count: ~2400 words | read on AO3 | Chapter List

The bed dips behind you, a soft creak echoing through your room. A chill hits your spine, making your bones tremble before warmth presses into your back and the blanket seals the two of you in.

“Caleb…”

“Shhh, you’ll wake Gran.”

Your half-hearted protest dies on your lips when your brother’s arm falls across your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. A strong forearm slides under your neck, searching for a comfortable position for the both of you. His familiar scent of apples and spice hit your nostrils as he snuggles in closer, entwining your limbs together like so many times before.

You really should send him back to his own room. This thing between the two of you has gotten out of hand. It wasn’t normal for siblings to do the things the two of you have and someone needs to put a stop to it before it’s too late. Before you both cross that line neither of you can ever return from. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave when the warmth of his breath hits your ear with a relieved sigh, his body relaxing into yours.

“You know I can’t sleep without you, pipsqueak.”

Caleb buries his nose in your neck, inhaling your scent with a light groan. Warm lips press against the sensitive skin as a large hand slides under your sleep shirt. His fingers are chilly as they dance across your abdomen, teasing around your navel on their path upward. Just as they reach the swell of your breasts, you press down on his hand to keep it from going higher though your nipples were tingling with desperation.

“That’s not sleeping,” you whisper.

“Can’t help it,” Caleb whispers back, his lips continuing to brush your neck even as he speaks. “You smell so good. So pretty. Feel so good in my arms. I need you, pip. Always need you. You plague my every thought ‘til there’s no space for anything else. ’m fucking crazy for you, pretty girl.”

A lump tightens in your throat. Though he doesn’t try to force his way to your chest, you can feel his fingers twitching against your ribs with the need to move. You would be lying to yourself (which you do often) by saying that you didn’t want it to. That you didn’t crave him the way he craves you. After you lost Zayne, Caleb was the only you had left and you had clung to him like a life line. The only reason he felt so comfortable crawling into your bed in the middle of the night is because you didn’t tell him to leave the first night he did it.

Agonizing dreams of an adult Zayne, bitter and lonely, kept infiltrating your peaceful sleep, morphing into nightmares that left you whimpering and trembling with overwhelming grief. It took a week of suffering these dreams before you were brave enough to tell someone. Dismissing it as exam exhaustion was enough to Gran worked well enough and she didn’t question you much after, but Caleb didn’t buy it. His thumbs had swept over the circles under your eyes, a frown on his face telling you without a single word that he didn’t believe you. Though he didn’t say anything in front of Gran, Caleb wasn’t one to let things go.

He crept into your room that night to find you tangled and sweaty in your sheets, crying in your sleep as visions invaded your dreams of sharp black ice piercing through Zayne’s body while you were frozen in place and unable to go to him. Caleb shook you awake and held you while you cried, babbling incoherently until you fell back into a deep, calm sleep in his arms.

So while Caleb claims to be unable to sleep without you, it was the opposite. Any night you had to sleep alone was spent tossing and turning until you gave up all together, the insomnia taking it’s place. You had no idea what you would do once he leaves next week for pilot training, something you were both dreading but didn’t speak of. This is why you had to learn to be without him and why this needed to end.

As much as it pained you to, you begin to pry his arm from your torso.

“Please don’t. Don’t push me away.” His voice cracks on your name, cracking your heart with it.

Caleb was your rock, so strong and sturdy to lean on. It wasn’t often he showed vulnerability, typically only in these quiet moments you shared in the dark. It was enough to make your resolve waver. Sensing your hesitation, he presses up against you, his erection digging into your lower back.

“But you’re leaving me,” your own voice trembles with the sting of tears on your lashes.

His other hand grips your jaw from it’s position, twisting your neck toward him until your breathing mingles, lips grazing one another. It’s hard to see in the dark, but there’s just enough light emitting from a soft night light nearby to see the hardening in his eyes.

“It’s not my choice!” he hisses. Your eyes widen at his outburst, so unlike the calm, loving brother you had come to known. Realizing himself, his eyes soften. “I’m sorry, pipsqueak. I just… can’t have you thinking I’m leaving because I want to. There are things I can’t explain to you right now but I promise, one day it will all make sense. Forgive me?”

With only a moment of hesitation, you nod. You would always forgive him. There was nothing he could do to make you hate him when he looked at you like this. His lips brush over each of your eyes, collecting the tears that had began to build on your lashes. They move down to press against your own, softly at first, then more insistent as his tongue prods at the crease until the salty flavor of your tears bursts on your tongue.

Your grip no longer tight around his wrist, his fingers begin to trail lightly upward once more until his now warm palm grazes your nipple with a light squeeze of your breast. A soft sigh escapes your lips at the sensation and you find yourself moving against his tented sleep pants. Taking that as permission, Caleb moves you to your back without breaking the kiss, locking your ankles together at his lower back as he settles between your thighs.

His kisses turn more aggressive, nipping at your lips and inhaling every little moan and sigh, imprinting them in his memory to use when things inevitably got difficult at the base. It would have to be enough to keep him sane until he was able to come back home to you.

Before long, Caleb’s lips make their way down your body, tugging and pulling at your clothing until you’re naked and writhing beneath his tongue, not for the first time.

“Caleb!” You whisper-hiss. “Caleb, I’m gonna—”

“Come for me, pretty girl,” he whispers against your clit while his fingers work against the soft spot inside that makes you see stars. With his encouragement, you fall apart on his smooth face, body trembling from the effort as you bite the corner of your pillow in an effort to suppress the shaking moans wanting to burst free. Caleb works you through it, licking and nipping until overstimulation has you pushing his head away.

He crawls his way back up your body with eyes dark and hungry, your essence glistening on his chin. Your body quakes with the intensity of the look on his face and when he settles above you once more as his lips devour yours, a combination of his taste and your own mingling on your tongue. Now naked from the waist down, himself, Caleb’s stiff cock presses against your inner thigh, the tip swollen and sticky with pre-cum.

Reaching down between the two of you, he firmly graps himself in his hand to slide between your drenched folds. In a panic, your palm finds his chest, pushing against your brother though his weight doesn’t budge.

“What are you doing?”

“What we should have done a long time ago.”

The tip presses inside, making the both of you groan probably a little too loudly as your slick insides clench around him, inviting him in against your will. He slides in a little further but you press against his chest again.

“Wait, wait. This is going too fast.”

His head falls to your shoulder in frustration, the soft tendrils of his dark hair tickling your sensitive skin.

“Where did you think all these years were leading to, pip?” his muffled voice sounds in your ear.

Though he stopped moving, the first couple inches of his cock rest inside of you still.

“We’re siblings, Caleb,” you say, trying to be the reasonable one though you want nothing more than for him to finish what he started.

“Not by blood. Besides,” he pauses, one hand wedging between your bodies to allow his thumb to start circling your clit, renewing the delicious feeling in your abdomen. “It’s kind of hot, right? Doing something forbidden.”

Your insides quiver and you clench around him with a slick gush at the dirty words.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, pipsqueak?” he chuckles darkly in your ear, beginning shallow thrusts. Not enough to be all the way in, but enough for the anticipation to start building again. “Is my little sister gonna let me fuck her, hmm? Has anyone else ever been inside of you before?”

Face growing hot, you shake your head in denial, unable to say the words out loud.

Caleb’s body trembles above you as he presses in a little further. You can feel him right there.

“Good,” he growls in your ear. “I probably would have had to kill anyone else who touched you first and the only blood I want right now is this.”

In one thrust, Caleb pushes past your barrier, swallowing your cries with a possessive kiss as he tears through your hymen. It hurts at first, but not in a way you would have expected. It was more of a quick pinch, and while the first few thrusts were a little uncomfortable as you adjusted to the intrusion, your slick walls begin to welcome him.

“Knew you would feel good, fuck. That’s my cunt, isn’t it, pip?” Caleb moans, holding one of your legs at the knee and keeping you open for him as he grinds roughly into you.

“Caleb…” you whine, arms tightening around him while your nails find purchase on his bare back.

He hisses through the sting your nails cause, hoping like hell that you’re leaving marks behind that will take weeks to disappear. He wanted to feel you on him weeks from now, back sore with every movement during drill training. His thumb never let up from your clit, sending you higher and higher with every thrust. His cock twitches inside with the need to release inside of you, to claim you, but he won’t allow himself to let go until he gets one more from you.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Hold onto me. I’ve got you. Come for me. Come all over your brother’s cock.”

You can’t bring yourself to admit that his dirty words aided in getting you there, but before you can stop it, a tightness pulls in your lower stomach almost painfully before releasing. Spots dance behind your eyes in blinding flash of light. For a moment, you fear your heart might give out and that you’ll have to be rushed to the hospital, left to explain why you a cardiac event while naked with your brother. But the feeling passes as you start to float down, still half-blind with your ears ringing. Caleb ruts into you a few more times with curses on his tongue as you clamp down around him, ropes of hot cum splashing around your inner walls and painting them with him.

He collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and making it difficult to breathe, but you just pull him closer while your heart rates sync to a steady pace. You lay there together for several quiet moments, each of you soaking in what just happened and how this changes everything and nothing at the same time with him leaving soon.

Those thoughts are pushed away as he lifts up his head, dark hair laying on his brow as a boyish smile peeks out from beneath. His lips find yours, more bold now than ever before, like it’s his right to do so, but you don’t push him away, instead meeting him halfway. You feel his length twitch inside and he pulls away, shaking his head and mumbling against your lips.

“Don’t get me going again, pretty girl. You’re going to be sore enough as it is.”

With a final peck, he rises to his knees, pulling out of you slowly as you both watch. His flushed cock is shiny with both of your fluids, the sight making your heart stutter back to life. Caleb looks entirely too smug as he swipes through your folds, gathering some cum tinged pink with the loss of your virginity on his fingers. He brings them to his mouth, sucking them in and humming with satisfaction as the taste of both of you fills his mouth. With another swipe of your pussy, he does it again, this time bringing his fingers to your mouth. When you don’t immediately open for him, he traces his wet fingers across your lips.

“Come on, pipsqueak. Memorialize this moment with me. It will be just like when we were kids. Remember? When your hurt yourself because we were messing around, showing off our Evols.” You nod hesitantly.

“I remember ending up with a wound on my hand from the blast of our Resonance sending us both flying. I cut my hand when I landed on the pavement.”

Caleb nods too, confirming your story.

“Right. Then I cut my hand with a rock and we made an Oath to never tell Gran what we were doing because she would have kicked our asses. This will be like that, except now we’ll swear to never forget one another.”

“I could never forget you, Caleb. I don’t need an Oath to know that.”

Something painful, yet unreadable flickers across his face before the playful smile returns, making you wonder if you imagined it.

“Yeah, well how about you just entertain me for a while longer? What do you say, pretty girl?”

He offers his fingers again and this time you open your mouth to accept them.

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[venuslut]

FANTASIZING ABOUT being fucked by Sukuna’s stomach tongue ♡.

He’ll beckon you over, feeling generous, and loosen your kimono to where you’re basically naked, hanging on by your obi. Sukuna grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, positioning you so that you straddled his waist. The mouth on his abdomen formed and opened with a sinister grin, its lips parting as if it were ready to devour you. The elongated tongue that emerged from it was slick and glistening, invitingly beckoning you closer.

“Go ahead," Sukuna rasped, his voice filled with dark desire. "Ride me, brat."

Hesitantly, you lowered yourself onto his mouth. Feeling the wet warmth of his waiting mouth against your most intimate parts. His tongue, long and sinuous, flicked out to taste you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The sensation was both invasive and exhilarating, the slickness of his tongue gliding against your folds, teasing your sensitive clit sending shivers down your spine and a weak cry left your lips.

Sukuna gave you a few seconds to stew in the feeling before his hands tightened their grip on your hips, and brought you down to fully sit on his mouth. His tongue curled and twisted inside you, hitting all the right spots, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. Each thrust of your hips brought you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building within you like a raging storm. Making your breath hitch and your body tremble with need. Sukuna uses his lips and tongue to worship your most sensitive areas, alternating between delicate licks and harder, rhythmic strokes. Sukuna's hands, warm and possessive, slide up your sides, his fingers digging slightly into your flesh. He keeps his touch firm, grounding you as you ride the waves of pleasure. His mouth and tongue work relentlessly, building the intensity of your pleasure with every passing second.

As he devours you with his sinful mouth, he keeps his eyes locked on yours, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. He wants nothing more than to bring you to the peak of pleasure, to feel you quiver against his lips, and to drink in every drop of your sweet release. “God, you’re so…pathetic,” he bloviated, amused at your shameless display of eroticism. While you are in your own world of pleasure, Sukuna raised one arm from his top set and one from his lower set to cup your breasts that were bouncing enticingly in front of him. You didn’t think too much of it outside of the usual stimulation until you felt a wet and slimy feeling touch your breasts, and you realized that he was using the mouths on his hands to lick your boobs.

You mewled as his mouths began sucking and teasing your hardened nipples with his tongue. Lavishing attention to your sensitive peaks. Your body arches, your chest poking out to push deeper into his hands. It is intense. His tongue alternates between your cunt and your clit before focusing on the sensitive bundle of nerves, abusing it til you see stars. Your feedback is choppy, like your brain can’t comprehend how good his ministrations are making you feel. Only broken moans escape your lips and you shudder. “You love getting used like this, huh?” He remarked in a condescending tone, smirking because he knows you can’t even register what he’s saying. “Moaning like a bitch in heat, you must love getting used like a whore,” he continued.

The sounds of your moans reverberated through the grand hall and Sukuna loved how dumb you were acting. Taking the experience to a new level, he took his free hand from his lower set of arms to reach behind you and place a hand over your ass. He was slick, coming in slow and then when you least expected it, he opened the mouth on his hand and stuck his tongue in your asshole. Your eyes that were downcast and glazed over immediately shot open and you shrieked in surprise. That was the catalyst to your orgasm and you released all over his tongue, the slithery appendage lapped up every drop of your juices eagerly, not letting a single ounce go to waste. The taste of your climax on his tongue is like ambrosia, and he relishes in the way your body tenses and spasms against his mouth. And when your release was done, went back into your cunt to resume fucking you to your next orgasm. You quickly began to squirm in his hold and tried to move away from the hand that penetrated your puckered hole, but was held down by Sukuna’s imposing grip.

He grinned evilly at your reaction, “what? You’re telling me you’ve never had anything in this hole?” You shook your head frantically as tears began to well in your eyes, uncomfortable at the sensation of his tongue wriggling around in your asshole. “No… it’s dirty,” you sniffed, feeling shame creep up on you. “Well, I’m happy to be the first. You should be honored, I’m teaching you how to be a proper whore for your husband,” he mused. His tongue extended and curled deeper into you, pressing into sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. This all so knew to you and it came so suddenly, all you wanted to do was run away from this newfound pleasure. His words only served to embarrass you further and make you want to try harder to get away.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes in annoyance at your incessant squirming, smacking your ass with his only free hand. “Behave.” He commanded, his voice deep and domineering, sending a fearful shiver of dread down your stomach. His command making you still immediately. But as you still, all the pleasure comes at you, receiving stimulation from the tongue in your cunt, the mouths on your nipples, and now the tongue in your asshole. Being confronted with all these different types of oral stimulants, you cum quick and without warning. You feel the pleasure burn through your tummy and legs. You cry out, unable to control your voice or your shuttering, digging your nails into his chest and leaving long red scratches. Sukuna could heal those easily, but he wants to leave them there to heal on their own, so he can parade them around like a trophy. He revels in the way you lose control, in the way you let the pleasure consume you, and he wants to have those moments etched into his skin.

And while he appreciates your sounds of ecstasy, you’re beginning to get a little too loud for him. Taking his last free hand, he places it over your mouth, the mouth on his palm eagerly latched onto you, its tongue exploring your mouth with an animalistic hunger. As Sukuna's tongue expertly danced with yours, his other two hands removed themselves from your breasts and found their way to your hips, his grip possessive and demanding. He pulled you off his stomach mouth and moved you lower, the bulge in his robes pressing against your thigh, a clear indication of his own undeniable desire from seeing you come undone. Sukuna took his hand away and broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips as he pulled away, a wicked grin etched on his face. He had only begun to savor the taste of your submission, and he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.

"Now, my little whore," he whispered huskily, his voice laced with an intoxicating mix of sadism and lust. "Let's see how long you can handle my insatiable hunger. I didn’t prepare your tight little holes for nothing."

[slttygeto]

STICKY | TOJI & SHIU

note: is this the part 2 of that one toji and shiu threesome? yes. yes it is. 👀

cw: overstimulation, crying, oral, cunt slaps, toji is a little mean.

“rub her clit, she likes that.”

despite being so possessive of you, toji finds himself sitting on the other side of the L shaped couch while shiu pounded into you with everything he got. your soft “ah”s and the heart eyes you gave the man drilling his cock into you should’ve made toji mad, it should’ve angered him—but fuck, he was so turned on.

“fuck meee,” shiu grunts under his breath and his rough hands hold the back of your thighs as he pushes your legs to your chest. he chuckles to himself when you gasp in surprise, feeling him deeper inside you. while toji was the whole package, both girth and length size, shiu was a bit longer with a fat tip that kept nudging at your walls in a dizzying manner.

“fuck, she knows how to take dick,” shiu praises you as though you’re not even there, furrowed eyebrows and sweaty forehead making him look even more attractive.

“of course she does,” your boyfriend says, a little pissed. “should see her when i come back after a long mission.”

“needy?” shiu looks over his shoulder with a grin.

“she hops on my dick like a bitch in heat,” toji finally stands up from the couch and makes his way towards the both of you. he kneels down and his hand strokes your tear stained cheeks and brushes the hair sticking to your face.

“spreads those legs for me, lets me eat that pussy til I memorize the shape—you’re too good for me, aren’t you?” you nod eagerly and part your lips. toji’s thumb brushes your bottom lip and when you try to lick at his finger, he simply pushes it down on your tongue and turns to shiu.

“pull out.”

the command brings you out of your hazy state and you’re about to complain. shiu might’ve been teasing you for the past hour, but you were still close. so close.

“toji—“ you try to keep shiu’s dick inside you but your boyfriend gently smacks your wrist and clicks his tongue.

“can’t believe you’re begging for another man’s cock. am I not enough for you?”

“n-no! no you’re so good—“ you let out a small squeak when toji grips your hips and turns you his way. his mouth lands directly on top of your clit and your back arches off of the couch as you gasp for air.

“fuck,” shiu whispers under his breath, hand stroking his dick slow at the sight. toji was a messy eater for sure, drool and arousal started to pool beneath you the louder you got, and your hands knew better than to grip his hair. you held onto his face while his tongue flicked your clit a couple of times before pressing hard on it. he sucked, licked and kissed until your body was twitching with every touch.

he doesn’t break eye contact, staring into your soul the whole time he is sucking on your clit, teasing your folds with his middle and ring fingers—and when he pushes into your tight hole—your entire body stiffens up.

“oh my god—!” toji doesn’t show mercy as he fingerfucks you, a hand pressing down on your stomach whilst he pistons his fingers in and out of you at an inhumane pace. you spread your legs wider, hands gripping the pillow and your body arching off of the couch when his thumb brushes against your sensitive clit.

“yeah baby, yeah,” toji’s grin is wide as he praises you. “fucking give it to me, make a mess on my fingers dirty girl—show him how dirty you can be for me.” you whimper at the mention of shiu. you forgot he’s there and you try your best not to stare at him—but the wet sound of his cock gliding against his hand is hard to ignore and your eyes land on him.

shiu looks like a mess. wet strands stuck to his sweaty forehead and his flushed cheeks making your eyes roll to the back of your head. you can’t take this. two hot men in one room with you—one ruining your pussy whilst the other ruins his cock to the image of you getting your pussy destroyed.

“make a mess baby, give it to me—“ you don’t realize you’re squirting all over toji until he starts rubbing your clit fast, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“yeaaaah, fuck yeah!”

“toji!” you squeal and try to close your legs when he slaps your cunt, a sob rips from the back of your throat when he does it again and you have to hold onto his shoulders.

“oh my god, oh my god-“ you’re certain you’re gonna pass out. and very soon.

shiu pushes toji out of the way and you’re surprised that your boyfriend didn’t grab his gun and shot the man at the gesture—but instead he watches as the usually composed man gets lost between your legs, tongue lapping at your juices and nose brushing against your overstimulated clit.

“please—“ you sob and your hands land on shiu’s head, trying to push him away.

“can’t give me one, princess? just one?” at this point there are tears streaming down your face, but shiu reaches towards you and wipes your cheeks with his thumb.

“I know you can do it,” he says before landing a kiss to your stomach. “for me.”

“oi,”

He drags his tongue down to your pussy and you shudder. “for toji.”

“don’t push it.”

shiu doesnt even acknowledge your boyfriend as he lays his tongue flat against your clit. your thighs shake, but you know you can take it—you will cum fast, but you can take it.

and it doesn’t take you long before your suffocating shiu between your thighs, the man having to keep your legs open as his lips wrap around your clit and he laughs at you writhing under his touch.

“good girl,” he starts to climb on top of you, his teeth playfully biting your nipple and you gasp in surprise. “you did so well.”

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[mrs-weasley-reid]

REGRET STING

Spencer Reid x bau!reader ↳ part 2 here

Synopsis: You have always been there for Spencer. Turns out, he's never going to be there for you. Word Count: 1k+ WARNING: Angst. A/N: one of my many drafts... enjoy 👀?

You love Dr. Spencer Reid.

As a colleague, a friend, and, well, a respected man.

Granted, you spent most of your days with a small herd of profilers, but you were great at hiding your feelings for him, if you do say so yourself.

You watched him smile awkwardly with love from one woman to the other. Then, there was Maeve. He was in love with her. You didn't need your profiling skills to lead to that conclusion.

It broke your heart when you heard Spencer's plea. It broke your heart when he couldn't even function properly. And your heart broke for him as you watched him fall on his knees, crying over Maeve.

So you chose friendship. You always have, after all.

You became his anchor. His support. His best friend.

You were there for him. You were there when he was ready to open up. You lent him your shoulder. You became his personal napkin, soaking up all his tears in the hopes that it would lessen the pain, even just a little bit. You kept him company, dragging him out of his apartment to bring him anywhere besides the gloom in his empty home.

And without him, or you, knowing, you gave him your heart. You were in love with Dr. Spencer Reid.

It made you feel guilty, but it was inevitable. Who would've known you could fall deeper than you already were? Not even you, apparently.

And yet, you remained the person he could cry on for two years. You pawned him a shoulder for a long, drawn-out two years. Shoving your feelings in the back of your mind as if it wasn't anything important to you.

The deeper you fell for him, the faster the team caught up with your feelings.

JJ figured it out first when she saw the ends of your hair as you walked into Spencer's apartment the first year of Maeve's death. Spencer had been unresponsive to everyone but not to you. You managed to get him to open his door just by the sound of your footsteps. She knew, then, that he was in good hands.

Emily and Derek noticed how you felt at the same time. You were all on a case, and an officer who awfully looked a lot like Maeve emerged. You were protective of Spencer and knew exactly what his reaction would be. So you had everything he needed and offered to work with him before Hotch could even mention it. Of course, along with that was Penelope getting a confirmation about your feelings for Spencer.

Rossi always knew. He always saw the way you would giggle silently to yourself whenever Spencer sassed his statistics into them. One time, he saw you clean Spencer's desk before everyone arrived. And he suspected that you did so a while back before he caught you.

Hotch? He noticed, but he said nothing unless you verbally told him. He thought you weren't ready to openly admit your feelings to the team yet, so who was he to mention it?

And so it goes...

Emily would grin whenever Spencer gave you coffee every morning. Derek would wiggle his eyebrows whenever he caught your gaze on Spencer, then gossip about it with Penelope, which led to her teasing you 'til sundown. Rossi, at times, tried to ease your feelings when they surfaced. Your solid companion whenever you felt down. And Hotch was ever a menace, stern face or not. He would partner you and Spencer up, specifically on the days when your feelings for the genius were oddly stronger.

So, you could only imagine the heartbreak when Spencer arrived one morning with the wrong order of your coffee and a wide smile as he told you that he was going out on a date.

You immediately showed your protest. Of course, Spencer wasn't happy about it. What was worse was he didn't know why. And worse than that was you couldn't tell him why.

Or so you thought.

"I don't understand why you're making a big deal out of this," Spencer followed you as you walked around the bullpen.

"You just met this woman, Spence. I think it's safe to say I'm worried. You don't even know whether this person is safe." You lied. You had to. He didn't need to know you didn't want him to go on a date because it would break you.

Spencer crossed his arms, knitting his eyebrows as he felt offended by your words. "I'm a profiler and have 187 IQ. I can take care of myself." He stated, earning a couple of stares from the other agents.

You mirrored his actions, "Really?" You challenged, nodding in his direction, specifically to his tie. "You can't even properly tie the same tie you've been wearing for years. It looks like you haven't done laundry either because, as far as I can remember, you've been wearing that same vest for the past three days. Are you going to wear that on your date?" You raised a brow.

Emily's eyes blew wide, pursing her lips to eat her laughter in. She looked away in hopes that the urge to burst into fits of laughter would subside. Unfortunately, Derek was doing the same thing, and they both snorted at the same time.

"Obviously, I'm not going to wear this on the date. This is clearly not about how homeless I look like. Just be honest with me and tell me why you're so against me being happy." Spencer's voice climbed an octave higher. He was frustrated and confused, and you both knew how much he hated both.

You closed your eyes and sighed deeply. You really had no other choice, do you? You turned around to face Spencer, "I'm in love with you." You confessed, hoarding the entire bullpen's attention.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head, "Right, nice joke."

"I'm not joking." It offended you a bit. How much he compared your confession to a silly joke.

Spencer's face darkened. He uncrossed his arms and dipped his hands inside his pockets. His next words broke your heart, "I'm very disappointed in you."

Your eyes widened. Your mouth fell open as you heard your heart break into pieces, so loud you couldn't get a sense of what more he was saying.

"I came to you for two years to mend. You became my best friend because I thought I could trust you. And now, you're in love with me? Did you help me just so you could gain my affection?"

It stung. The silence that fogged the bullpen was deafening. Emily wanted to claw Spencer's eyes, but JJ was fast to hold her back.

Derek began to move beside you, "Reid, don't—"

Your manic laugh cut him off.

Spencer's eyebrows narrowed, "What?" His voice was far from the gentle one you were used to.

"You know what, Reid?" You scoffed, running your tongue on your lower lip to control your anger. "You're right. I was there for you. I was there to lend you a shoulder to cry on. I was there to keep you company. I made you smile. I even made you laugh! And sure, you're very disappointed in me because, god forbid, I fell for the genius prodigy. With the 187 IQ you're boasting, imagine my disappointment when you can't even figure out that I have feelings for you."

The bullpen fell silently dead as you stared at Spencer with such hatred it made his stomach climb on his throat. He has never seen you so... disgusted.

You couldn't take it. You couldn't look at him in the eyes anymore. You felt like you were going to throw up the longer you stood in the center of it all.

His words insulted you. And it hurt like a bitch.

There were many possibilities on how Spencer could've responded to your feelings, but this was beyond your limit.

You bit your lower lip, hesitant yet eager to spill the next words that came out of your mouth. "For the record, I regret falling in love with you." And with that, you left.

An offer from another unit had been sitting in your inbox. And despite having no plan to leave such a beautiful family of colleagues, you filled out the transfer form. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew that you needed an out sooner or later. And Spencer's insensitive reaction was just the right motivation you needed.

The Monday after your outburst became the BAU team's worst nightmare.

Spencer immediately noticed your absence. He knew. Of course, he did. You were always the first person to greet him as you spun around in your seat. It was rare for you to be late.

You haven't contacted him for days, either. And he didn't have the guts to do it first. He has been drowning in guilt and couldn't figure out how he'd make it up to you. He realized how unfair he was to you, albeit too late.

Everyone arrived one by one, and there was still no sign of you until Hotch cleared his throat, "Let's start."

Penelope stumbled, hesitating at the sight of your empty seat. "What about..." She softly muttered yet loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Agent..." Hotch sighed as he spoke your name. He still remembered how you went back to his office while everyone was out for their lunch break and submitted your transfer request. "She officially transferred to unit 4, violent criminal apprehension program... today," Hotch announced, much to his dismay.

Derek's eyebrows knitted, glancing outside the window of the conference room to your desk. "Are you kidding? Her stuff is still here."

Hotch took a deep breath, glancing at Spencer for a moment. "She said they were unnecessary items." He cleared his throat and gestured for Penelope to continue what she was doing.

Regrets stung Spencer like a thousand bees.

Most of the things that clattered on your desk were things that you both shared. His pens that you never gave back. Post-it notes he left for you that had no importance, but you kept them up on the wall of your cubicle. A photo booth picture of the two of you from one of Rossi's Christmas parties. The small bookshelf on top of your desk overflowing with Spencer's annotated books.

"But she didn't even tell us. She didn't say goodbye." Penelope exclaimed. Her eyes matched the frown on her lips. She couldn't help but talk about you. After all, they were your family for many years.

"Could you blame her though?" Emily scoffed, giving Spencer a glare.

Spencer messed up. Big time. And he has no idea how he would make it up to you.

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