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leqonsluv3r · 19 days ago

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bfd!leon kennedy headcanons

—bfd!leon kennedy x fem!reader, a headcanon list

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bfd!leon kennedy who meets you when his daughter comes home from college for the summer. he thinks your beautiful instantly but he knows that you’re very young. so much younger then him. he can’t act on it. no matter how much he wants too.

bfd!leon kennedy who watches as you unpack some of your stuff to stay in the guest room for the summer, watching you and trying not to seem to obvious about it. the way your ass strains against your jean shorts…no, no. he can’t think of that. despite how good you look bent over like that.

bfd!leon kennedy who picks up a couple things from the store for you and his daughter. only wanting the best for his little girl. but he also wanted the best for you too, that’s why he bought all your favorites. it’s secretly fun to watch you when he opens the grocery bags, seeing your eyes light up.

bfd!!leon kennedy who sits next to you one afternoon, watching a movie on tv with you. his daughter had left you to go run some errands in town. he hadn’t been alone with you up until this point and it was making him antsy, almost nervous at how close you were to him. like you could. just reach out and touch him…just move your fingers two inches closer to his.

bfd!leon kennedy who feels you rest your head on his shoulder in the middle of the movie, your thigh pressed against his. it shouldn’t have the effect it has on him but it does, he feels your hand resting on his thigh, right near his groin. he tried to stay focused on the movie but your hand was so close, it just needed to move up a couple inches.

bfd!leon kennedy who tries to ignore all the guilt he has for you being so much younger then him. he’s older, he is not the man he used to be. but that apparently doesn’t phase you. your hand palms his erection over his jeans with your pretty manicured nails and suddenly it’s 10x harder for him to find a reason not to flip you over and fuck you senseless on his couch.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you suck him off on his couch while the forgotten movie plays in the background. your head moving up and down as his fingers weave into your hair, gently guiding you. he tries to resist the urge to buck up into your mouth but he holds back. he doesn’t want to scare you or worst of all, hurt you. you take his dick like a champ, sucking on him like a lollipop as you look up at him from under your eyelashes.

bfd!leon kennedy who finishes in your mouth and makes you swallow all of his cum. praising you with, “you did so well, sweetheart” to “such a good little slut for daddy”. it seems to have the desired effect, your pupils blown wide as you gaze up at him. he wipes his thumb over your bottom lip, clearing any saliva or his release off your face before pulling you up to meet his lips in a slow languid kiss. and one thing is for sure when he’s kissing you; he’s definitely going to hell.

bfd!leon kennedy who in the days following will find the time to fuck you. whenever his daughter is off doing something and you have no plans, he fucks you. either bending you over the kitchen counter, the guest bed, the couch, the kitchen table…anywhere he can bend you over and fuck you. he’s doing it. no questions asked. but that’s not the only thing he does.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you suck him off whenever you want. he could never deny you that when you look so pretty doing it. on your knee’s in front of him, looking up at him through your thick lashes as you bring him to the edge. he has never seen a more beautiful sight then that.

bfd!leon kennedy who eats you out, he’s not the only one getting oral pleasure after all. he loves eating you out until your practically crying for him to stop. he could do it for hours, hearing you scream his name over and over, hearing you whimper and whine. the feeling of your manicured nails digging into his skull practically sends him through a spiral in his old age. every time he’s between your thighs, he swears he’s died and gone to heaven.

bfd!leon kennedy who lets you call him daddy when he fucks you. he doesn’t know why it gets him so turned on, the most taboo thing in the book. but he lets you do it, hearing it echo out of your pretty pink lips as he fucks his length into you, will never not get him closer to climax. letting you call him daddy during sex is probably one of the best decisions he’s ever made, right next to fucking you to begin with.

bfd!leon kennedy who starts to feel things. things he hasn’t felt since his wife left him, he loves you deep down. he’s gotten attached and he doesn’t know if you feel the same. because why would you? you guys just fuck. plus, he’s older. he’s well into his late 30’s by now. and your such a vibrant young woman, he doesn’t want to hold you back at all. doesn’t want you to regret life if you choose to stay with him, if he confesses and you feel the same.

bfd!leon kennedy who is oblivious to the way you feel about him. summer is almost over. how are you supposed to tell him how you really feel? and what if he turns you down, tells you your too young for him. you don’t want to think about it, about what he could possibly say to you when he tells you no, or if he does. but you need to take the risk, even if it ends up hurting you or embarrassing you.

bfd!leon kennedy who cuddles with you in his bed one night. the tension between both of you thick to cut with a knife. you just open your mouth and tell him, not brave enough to turn around and look him in the eye but admitting your feelings all the same. you feel his arm tense and flex where he holds your stomach, but you continue telling him anyways as things hang in the air. you wait a couple agonizing minutes for him to reply. your heart thudding in your chest as you wait for what could make or break your future.

bfd!leon kennedy who hears your confession in the intimate air of his bedroom, after dark, his heart thudding in his own chest as you list off a confession, you want to be with him. you love him, you don’t care that he’s older and just all the glue that makes him feel better about being in bed next to you. your words soothe a balm over his soul and his conscience. your fixing all the cracks in his morals with every word that leaves your mouth. he almost pinches himself a couple times to make sure he’s not dreaming. but he’s not, your really talking and telling him what you feel. its real.

bfd!leon kennedy who pulls your back closer to his chest and presses a kiss to the back of your neck, whispering that he feels the same. that the struggles ahead — college, a long distance relationship and the relationship with his daughter, your best friend — will be figured out together. that he would do anything for you. even risk his life, he would gladly do it without even thinking about it, thats how much you mean to him.

bfd!leon kennedy who feels you turn in his embrace, your hand meeting his scruffy jaw, pulling his lips to yours in a tender kiss. pouring all your love that you can’t convert for him into the kiss. the simple action makes it worth it for him. no matter what the future looks like you have him with you every step of the way. you finally have each other. body, heart and mind. and nothing could ever measure up too it.

an: let me know if you guys enjoyed this, seriously thinking about writing a oneshot based off of this or maybe a pt.2 to the head canon list? let me know if that’s something you guys would be interested in. also, two updates in the span of a week?? who am i lol. i love you all. pls reblog and like, see you guys soon. xx

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mingisaddctn · 1 year ago

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mind over matter | s.mg

Pairing: best friend!mingi x reader Genre: [+18] smut w/o plot Warnings: jussss smut, enjoy a/n: first fic on this blog yay

the two things you can be sure in life is that 1. you will die and 2. you've never wanted to suck a dick so bad.

I mean, you always knew that your best friend was hot — you had eyes, for god's sake! — but holy shit.

it started when you ran out of cat food. you were an attentive cat owner, don't get me wrong, but at the same time, you had the worst week for your mental state. exams after exams, studying 'till the library basically had to kick you out and group projects with lazy people... so that's how it ended up with your cat screaming at the top of their lungs and waking you up from your power nap.

mingi happened to be around because, guess what, you also forgot about your plans to watch that new anime that he rambled all about for the past month, and truly, you wanted to be able to enjoy some quality time with him, but you fell asleep as quick as his cursor pressed play on the screen, the warmth that irradiated from both inside his hoodie that you were wearing to where your head laid on his shoulder was too cozy.

so when you got up to feed the cat, your heart dropped, and you saw the grocery list accumulating dust on top of the counter, the 'cat food' underlined three times. you looked outside the windows of your small apartment and saw that the simple drizzle from before now turned into a full on storm, and all you could do was lean onto the counter and bawl your eyes out.

mingi was startled but tried to comfort you somehow, not really sure of what he could do to help, and as you tried to tell him between hiccups and tears, he quickly grabbed his jacket and told you that he would be right back.

twenty minutes later, a full-on drenched mingi stood on the doorstep, chest heaving as he took off his shoes and the same jacket, now in a darker tone from the wetness. you stared back from your couch, as you were curled into the throw blankets, eyes widened.

you almost forgot about the cat food.

in your defense, it should be illegal the way his white tee clung to his abs so sinfully highlighting each of his muscles. and when he rose his arms to take off his cap and ran his fingers between wet strands of hair that framed his cheekbones, your eyes fixated on the way his sweats clung onto dear life to his v-line.

holy fuck. jesus christ. oh my god. whatever divinity that was out there.

"you okay?" he asked, as if he was expecting your answer and you shook your head, trying to escape the trance you found yourself in.

"what? why?"

"i asked if i could use your shower" he placed the single bag with the cat food on the counter as he tried not to wet your floor.

you can use me, for sure; you thought to yourself.

"yeah, yeah, go ahead" you nodded and he took his shirt off on the way to the bathroom.

you quickly jumped from the couch to feed the cat — since that was the prime reason for all the ruckus. as you put the blocks of minced meat on the food bowl, you caught yourself fantasizing about it again.

how good he should be looking, as droplets of rain still lingered on his skin as he took of the sweatpants slowly, leaving only the boxers that perfectly held his firm thighs and secured his—

meow, you looked down, to find that a block of meat fell beside the bowl and you took a deep breath. control yourself.

you blamed the ovulation. or maybe the fact that you haven't been sexually active in a while. or that movie that had hot scenes with your favorite actor... gosh you were a horny mess.

but your life has basically been all about your studies lately, and the stress was clouding your reasoning, making you feel like impulsive decisions were now worth a lot, and that's how you found yourself standing outside your bathroom door, idly looking at it with your hand raised, on the way to give it a knock.

the thing is, the moment you found the courage to do it, the door opened from the inside, and only mingi's torso popped out, in the middle of calling your name, but now confused that you were on the other side.

all that led to the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed, with him only wearing a towel around his hips, not staring at each other as the silence overcame the storm from outside.

"so... you want to suck my dick...?" he simply repeated your words from minutes ago.

it would be comical if it wasn't so tragic.

"yes."

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"yes."

"'then... how should we do it?"

you took another sharp breath, your lungs almost failing you as your mind tried to disassociate from your body. leaving the bed to kneel in front of him, you kept your eyes focused on his face, his lips parted as his eyes were half-lidded. from all the years you'd known him, you knew that he was probably overthinking it and trying to figure out what was happening. but neither you could tell.

your fingers slid to the towel and as you were going to take it off, his hand flew to yours, holding it softly. he pulled you towards him in a swift movement and placed his palm on your cheek, nose now brushing against yours. soon after, you felt the plumpness of his lips onto yours.

"wait" he leaned back cautiously, as though any minor movement would startle you like a scared kitten. his eyes overthinking each and every detail. "I want to kiss you first."

and as if you were waiting for that to snap, you grabbed his neck and pulled his face lower so you could slide your tongue into his mouth. his big hands fell to your hips and grabbed firmly, decided not to let you run away.

you kinda wondered before how good of a kisser mingi was, your friends joked around saying that it must be good since he has fat lips, but you usually kept those thoughts at bay, not really wanting to dive into your hidden desires. it wasn't like you, to explore and try new things. you became friends a long time ago, and when he earned that title, you felt like it would be too messy to see him as anything else.

but you weren't dumb, of course you'd noticed how a blush crept to his cheeks whenever you grabbed one of his hoodies, or how he would stutter when others teased him about you. he wasn't good at hiding things, and you weren't good at ignoring them.

one of his hands snuck to your neck and the pulled you closer, his breathing growing heavier to the point that you could hear a faint groan from his throat.

shit, you moaned.

he let go of your face and you leaned back, a little ashamed of the noise that escaped you, but mingi didn't seem to mind, in fact, his cheeks could be mistaken to a tomato. he shifted in his place and you noticed the tent in his pants. oh.

placing a final kiss on his cheek, you maintained eye contact as you lowered yourself to your knees, hands falling to his covered member, feeling the warmth through the towel and earning a sharp gasp from him. licking your lips, you only broke the intense stare to undo the lousy knot, uncovering his lower body.

oh. OH.

how did he hide that monstrous thing all along?

"uh... pants, I guess..." he said almost in a whisper, and then you realized that you were thinking out loud.

"shit, I mean, it's not a bad thing" you placed your hand at the base of his cock, wrapping your palm around it and the boy hissed. "I just... didn't expect that."

"so you thought about it before?" touché. you deflected by giving him a slow tug.

before he could say anything else, you lowered your head and wrapped your lips around him.

"fffuck-" he let out, throwing his head back.

you started bobbing your head at a slower pace, quickening each time he groaned, and listened to his raspy moans as if they were songs hidden in heaven. his hand ran through your hair, pulling at the strands just light enough to make you whine, the vibrations helping into the pleasure.

"please—" he pled, eyes fixated on you and wet hair sticking to his face. he couldn't look any better, you noted.

mingi stared right into your soul with deep, dark eyes. his nose was flaring up and trying to keep up with the sharp breaths that left his parted mouth. it was as if he belonged in that position, and you wished that you had midas touch to keep him like that forever.

"so pretty" you said more to yourself than to him, and one of your fingers snuck into his mouth, and he wrapped those plump lips around it to suck.

feeling his tongue under your skin made shivers run down your spine, and even though you tried to take in more, he pulled you towards him once more, now landing you onto his lap. mind you, his naked lap. your pajama shorts did nothing to the mixture of pre-cum and saliva that rubbed under fabric. you hoped he couldn't feel the wetness that was forming between your legs.

kissing you again, you wondered how your teeth were not clashing at all from the desperation that exuded from both parts. you wanted him as much as he ever had wanted you, and it didn't seem like a real experience. the euphoria that overtook you made you feel almost dizzy from all the exchange in pheromones and fluids, holy fuck, you wanted to stay like that forever.

while he kissed you, mingi's hand went to the bottom of your shorts, holding you so you wouldn't fall as he took them off, leaving you in his hoodie and panties. you didn't remember what kind of underwear you wore, but you hoped to whatever god that was out there that it was something without a hole or anything.

without taking the panties off, he slid them to the side and ran both his middle and ring fingers along your folds, the new feeling making you jump a little, and he giggled. the motherfucker giggled.

"jeez... can't wait to be inside you" he said against your lips, hissing as you gave him an experimental roll of your hips.

holding your panties to the side, he grabbed his cock and aligned himself to your folds, placing the tip inside and a loud whimper fell from your mouth. you knew that it would take more effort to get him inside, he was the biggest you've ever been with, and mingi also seemed to notice that, so he touched you as if you were made of glass.

the warmth of his hot member now sheathing inside your pussy felt like too much, and the room felt foggy, just as your breaths. he kissed the side of your neck, licking up to your ear and groaning ever so slightly, as if he had noticed how much you reacted to those sounds, using them now against you.

the moment you reached the bottom, you felt as if your internal organs would combust. his dick felt like too much and too good, you drank from the sensations and the tingles that your body left each time he moved an inch, clenching around him. you reached your hands to the hem of the hoodie you were wearing, but his hand left your lower back to stop yours.

"leave it on" he looked up at your face with puppy eyes. "I want to fuck you in my clothes."

OH. FUCK.

you moaned into his mouth and slowly started to move your hips. you could've cum just from his words, but you tried your best to concentrate in making him feel good.

"you feel so good around me" he whined, a short moan leaving his lips to meet yours again.

you didn't know how you looked at that moment, probably a mess. from taking in all the sensations, his huge cock and the way he looked like a whiny mess under you... you felt powerful, and he was letting you use him to your wishes.

"please, please" he whined even more, probably taking notes that you got off from that.

"what is it, big boy?" as soon as the words fell from your mouth, you questioned yourself. is this really me?

"let me fuck you right" his hips shot up, taking you by surprise with a gasp and he bit your collarbone. "I wanna be good for you- wanna make you feel good."

"use me however you want" you said in a desperate tone. not even minding how it looked to him, you truly wanted everything from him.

with one arm sneaking around your back and the other on your neck, he moved you further into the bed, now on top of you. he didn't say anything else, only left a small kiss on the corner of your mouth and gave you a slow thrust.

the most high pitched moan fell from your lips, and you didn't care to be embarrassed. not when he was pleading for you, having your body wrapped so deliciously around him, the same as his.

you could write paragraphs and paragraphs about the way he looked; the occasional lightnings shining against his wet skin, highlighting each of his curves and muscles while his hair fell above his forehead, now a mess from the way you rushed your fingers between strands.

mingi kept rolling his hips against yours, and words kept falling randomly from your mouth, meddling with moans and sobs, you felt so cockdrunk that even the slightest stimulation coming from him could make you shed tears. felt so fucking good that got you questioning every life choice you've ever made to this point, as if everything was a part of god's plan for you to end up right under your best friend, as his touches made love to your limbs.

"hm-ugh- feels so fucking- oh my god" you kept going on and on, not even sure yourself what you were saying, but mingi wasn't falling behind.

the knot had already taken place on your lower body, each of his thrusts feeling more intense than the other. you could tell he was getting closer from the way his teeth were nipping on your neck and his thrust were growing sloppier.

"please-ah!-please, let me cum inside you" he left your neck to look at you, and you felt the knot tightening and your legs starting to tremble. "let me fill you nice and full- please"

"yes, I want all of you" you almost screamed when he took that as confirmation to grab your back and glue his chest to yours, sharpening his thrusts.

it finally snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe anymore. he held you so close as if he could melt into your skin and become one, and with a final thrust, he whined and groaned and screamed and did everything so involuntarily, almost animalistic, and your mind was too dazed to even comprehend anything else besides the way that your pussy gripped him so tight, keeping his hot seed inside you. you didn't want to let it go.

you were still spasming from your orgasm when he let go of your body and snapped your legs apart, taking place in between them, nuzzling his nose onto your pubic bone and feasting. his tongue lapped each of yours and his juices without mind, sucking, kissing, moaning, grunting, only to prolong the way your climax came down; you screamed so hard that your lungs burned.

falling limp on the bed covers, he let go, going back on top of you with the support of his arms and knees, face leveled to yours when he placed an innocent kiss on the tip of your nose and another one to your forehead.

"did it help you de-stress?" he joked and you placed one of your arms onto your eyes.

scoffing, you shook your head. "holy shit, I'm in love with you."

he gave you a slight push and rolled to his side, still staring at you with a darker flush across his chest and neck.

"well, I'm yours" he said and you licked your lips, sneaking a glance from under your arm.

"yeah, you better be."

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez mingi #song mingi #mingi #mingi x reader #mingi smut

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zhonglicious · 1 year ago

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pairing: bully!ran haitani x fem!reader x bully!rindou haitani

cw: 1.5k

cw: dark content (if you dont like, keep scrolling. please.), college au, fem!reader, virgin!reader, bully!rindou haitani, bully!ran haitani, non-con/dub-con, bullying, non-consensual filming, sexual harassment, blackmail, blowjobs, humiliation, fingering, creampie, lmk if i forgot any!

thinking of bullies!ran and rindou :(( they're both so mean, insisting on making your life a living hell >:((

they're both fucking assholes. they do all the typical cliche bullying you see in movies. they steal your stuff, they laugh and humiliate you. and no one ever calls them out on it or even attempts to, because they're the haitanis, and they always have their way.

rindou is actually the "nicer" one. he makes you do something then leaves you alone for a few days. you prefer dealing with him, because he isn't as mean as ran is. the worst he's had you do is take all of his schoolwork, and make you do them instead. makes you do them in his lap, his fingers flipping up your skirt and caressing your thighs. when you wriggle, he just huffs and slaps the skin. so he isn't as bad, as long as you do what he wants you to.

but ran. ran haitani, the older brother, is an absolute fucking bag of dicks >:(( while rindou lets you breathe, ran absolutely does not. he is so mean. makes you run errands for him, from getting rid of items that could get him expelled, to the most mundane task of getting him a drink. but then he hums and stands up, only to pour the ice cold water on your head. laughs as the liquid seeps into your white button up, enough of it drenching the material to expose your bra underneath. sends you away with a smile on his face, downing whatever remained in the glass.

but then it gets worse :(( one day ran grabs you and drags you to his dorm room. locks the door behind him as he pushes you inside. sits down on a chair and tells you to kneel in front of his spread legs. and you can already see the obvious bulge straining against his pants as he hums and fishes his phone out of his pocket. when you try to protest, he tuts, phone in one hand as he unbuckles his belt with the other.

"this is the last thing i'll make you do. if you suck me off and make me cum, i'll leave you alone." the grin that stretches his lips is cheshire, and you can't tell if he's lying or not. but still, the words make hope blossom in your chest, so you ask meekly, "you swear?" and ran's grin grows even wider as he croons his answer "i swear."

so ran throws his belt on the bed and unbuttons his pants as you straighten your back and scoot closer, small fingers hesitantly dragging down the zipper and taking his already hard cock out of his boxers. he's big, your fingers barely wrapping around his base as you stare wide-eyed. the chuckle above you makes your head snap up, and you see hooded lavender eyes staring down at you in amusement.

"never had someone this big before?" he raises an eyebrow, and you look away. so you don't notice the way both of his eyebrows rise when you admit you've never done this before, his dick twitching in your hands. his pupils are blown wide as he cards his fingers through your hair and yanks your face closer to him, the tip just barely grazing your bottom lip. coos at you "well then you should be thanking me for letting you get some experience."

and when you hesitate, his voice grows deeper and more authoritative as he tugs at your hair again. his cock presses against your cheek and smears pre-cum as he says "suck." so you do, hesitantly taking the head in your mouth and swirling your tongue around it. you may be inexperienced, but you have seen some porn, at least. and the answering satisfied sigh above you is a good indication, so you keep going.

you can't take him all the way in, so you use both hands to jerk what you can't reach. "mhmm, just like that," ran hums above you, legs opening wider to give you more room. and you feel sick, because the sound makes your core throb, makes your legs squeeze together from where you're kneeling.

after a while, you hear a breathless "fuck, i'm gonna cum-" and instinctively, you lift your gaze and...

see the camera of ran's phone gazing back at you.

alarmed, you try to pull off him but ran isn't having it. with the hand still in your hair, he pushes you down further on him, moaning at the way you gag around his length, hips jerking as he shoots his cum down your throat. then when he's done, he laughs and tucks himself back in his pants and shows you the video in his camera roll. "but you said-" "god, you really are stupid, aren't you? i lied, sweetheart." so now you have to do everything he asks unless you want the video to spread around the campus :((

he makes you do "favors" for him, worse than what he already has you do before.

a few days later, ran has you in his lap in his dorm room. this is one of the "favors" he's asked of you. well, more like showed you the video and threatened to send it to people in campus. so now he has you in his lap, middle and ring buried in your cunt, all while his phone records everything from the table :((

whenever you say stop, ran just clicks his tongue and goes faster, fingers curling against your sweet spot so quickly it has you seeing stars, even as you keep sobbing for him to let you go. now, here's the thing. you've been so busy dealing with ran's "favors" that you've neglected to realize rin hasn't been messing with you lately!

so when rin uses his key to walk into their shared dorm room, you practically jolt remembering the existence of the younger brother. but rin has always been the nicer brother! so you beg for him to help you, all while the smile on ran's face shifts into a grin because he knows what rindou's answer is gonna be.

rin who smirks at you and says "no." relishes in the despaired noise you make, tapering off into a whine as ran's palm brushes against your clit. he shuts the door behind him and chucks his bag onto his bed. rin who pulls ran's fingers out of you, manhandling you onto his bed and grinning at you like "ran's had his fun with you, but i haven't. i think it's my turn now."

rindou clicks his tongue at how you struggle against him, so he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, while the other guides his cock to your already wet entrance. the tip teases at the tight ring of muscle, and you whimper weakly. "please stop-" you sob, and rindou gives you an unimpressed look before he pushes himself in. you gasp just as he hisses, the warmth of your walls around the head feeling heavenly.

he pushes himself the rest of the way in, ignoring your protests. "telling me to stop when your cunt's squeezing me so tight. fuck- can't believe ran hasn't fucked you yet." he grunts, giving you no time to adjust before he's slamming into you in an unforgiving pace. while you moan "stop" repeatedly, mind hazy at the way he fills you up, ran chuckles and retrieves his phone, already recording the way rindou fucks into you.

"mm, i wanted you to have your fun first, rindou <3" ran hums, the phone recording as you cry and throw your head back onto the pillows. rindou snickers at this, tapering off into a moan as your cunt squeezes around him. "damn, can't wait for you to fuck her. so fucking good, fuck-" he groans.

"rindou- rin-" you sob, your hips twitching as moans and whimpers fall out of your mouth from how the tip of rindou's cock keeps jabbing against your g-spot. the stretch of his cock burns but it also feels so so good, so all you can do is babble mindlessly as your orgasm creeps up on you.

rindou isn't faring any better either, breathing heavily as his thrusts get sloppier, faster as his thumb finds purchase on your clit. "shit, i'm gonna cum," he moans breathlessly, furiously rubbing your sensitive nub, and causing that tight coil of pleasure to snap. rindou gasps at the way your cunt flutters around him, thrusting one, two, three more times before he's cumming, curses falling from his lips as he paints your walls white. and ran films it all, cock straining against his jeans.

ran who walks over to get a close up of your cunt dripping out rindou's cum as he pulls out. even as rin lets go of your wrists, you don't have it in you to struggle, so you just moan weakly as ran uses his fingers to collect the cum that drips out of you, pushing it back in. well, that's just another thing he can add to his folder of you <3

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leeknow-thoughts · 7 months ago

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୨୧ PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

𝝑𝝔 cw : sub!Minho, Dom!f!reader, sex with feelings, p in v, mommy kink

𝝑𝝔 a/n : this whole concept has had me going off my rocker so you know I had to write it

Minho was never a crier. Not even on his worst days and nights. Times where only you and a select group of people got to see his sadness, he never would shed tears.

So when you come home from an unarguably long day at work to your boyfriend sitting at home on the couch, staring off into space rather then watching the film that is playing on the TV, you knew something is off.

"Sweetheart?" you call to Minho, when you get no response is when you drop your bags and rush to his side, "sweetheart?" you call out to him again.

He blinks a few times before turning to look at you, a small, "mhm?" escaping his lips.

"Hey," you wrap your hand in your own, "did you have a bad day? What's going on, honey? Let me help you."

"Mhm," he hums and this is when you can't help but realize that Minho isn't going to talk, at least not for a while.

"You don't need to say anything, honey," you reassure, "let me give you choices, one, I make dinner and we watch a movie or two I make dinner and we can take a little cat nap?" you smile, hoping that it will make him feel even the slightest bit better.

"Mhm," he shakes his head before he is pulling you onto his lap, straddling him in his grey sweatpants.

"Min-" you gasp at the sudden eagerness, "you wanna be close?"

Minho nods, his hands linking around your middle as he looks up at your face with those pretty brown eyes of his.

You both stay like that for a moment while Minho's hands run all over your hips and sides before you feel him gently grinding you down on his lap. "Honey," you call to him, he shows you he's listening by perking his head up to watch you, "y-you want?"

Minho's voice is hoarse when he finally speaks, "p-please? Inside?"

You hum before pulling off your button down shirt, Minho's hands fiddle with your bra for a moment before it too is being pulled off, thrown into a heap on the living room floor.

Minho is tender, gently putting your breast in his mouth, looking up at you with the sweetest eyes while he teasingly sucks on your nipple.

"Min-" an airy moan escapes your mouth as you watch the boy.

Your hands are fiddling with your black trousers, desperately trying to pull them down. Minho realizes your struggles and helps you stand up. After your pants and underwear are discarded you're straddling Minho's waist again.

"C-condom? I-I d'have one," Minho's words slur together.

"Unless you want one, I'm fine with not using one," you hum as you lean down to kiss him.

"I-if you're okay then I-I'm okay with it," he murmurs against your lips.

The two of your lips are smacking against each other when Minho gently pulls his sweatpants down just enough so that his dick springs out and hits the bottom of his clothed tummy.

You feel Minho's fingers come down between your folds before he's spreading your wetness around, softly rubbing small circles on your sloppy clit.

You reach down, pumping his chubby cock a few times, before lining him up at your entrance, gently sinking down on his cock.

You watch his face as you sink down, you watch as it contorts and he lets out whines and whimpers that only you get the privilege of hearing. "Jagi," he groans when he bottoms out inside you.

"Minho," you whine as you begin gyrating your hips.

Minho is overwhelmed, you can see it on his face. The way he throws his head back against the couch and his hands hold you still while he adjusts to the new feeling.

"Are you okay, honey?" you ask, pushing his hair out of his face.

Minho is grinning, chest heaving heavily beneath your body, "no-not gonna last," he announces.

"It's okay, you don't need to, just let go when it feels right," you whisper in your softest and sweetest voice.

Minho's hands rest on your hips as you begin bouncing up and down on his cock, his face twists in pleasure, hands gripping the pillows of the couch. "M-mommy," you hear him whimper.

Normally, that was what you called him, and Minho would only call you mommy to tease you, but you know he isn't joking when he calls you this. "Y-yeah," your chuckle is interrupted by a groan escaping your throat when his cock kisses that spongy spot inside your cunt just right, "mommy's here."

"Mommy," he whines again before he's taking one of your breasts into his mouth.

It takes you a moment to notice, but when you look down and you see pretty tears escaping Minho's eyes you stop for a moment, "hey, honey," you check in with him.

"Please," he begins thrusting up into you, "love you so much-love you s'much it fucking hurts."

"I l-love you too, my love, it just feels good hmm?" you ask for reassurance.

"Feels s'good, can't help it!" he says as more tears stream down his face, "cum, I need to, p-please?"

"Inside, cum inside," you instruct.

Minho cums inside you with a cry, throwing his head back against the couch. He gently thrusts up into you while riding out his high and you feel his cum seeping into you.

"Better?" you ask.

"Better," he agrees, wiping the tears from his face, bringing you down for a love-filled kiss.

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paperbackribs · 9 months ago

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tags: steddie, nsfw, the homoeroticism of knowing you could treat them better

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"Okay," Robin smirks at Eddie as she pops the open button on the microwave in Steve’s kitchen, "But you understand how pathetically gay you sound right now, yes?" She pulls out a fragrant paper bag of popcorn; she says that she likes to have an extra bag before retiring after one of their movie nights.

Eddie scowls, forgetting that Steve's in the next room as he becomes revved up over a pet peeve that is less pet and more a wild animal, "It's not gay to appreciate a work of art." He gestures wildly, the lights above catch on his heavy silver rings, "It's not gay to understand that a sweet, beautiful boy is tragically unloved."

Robin snorts, pulling open the edges of the paper bag, releasing a plume of buttery steam, "No, pretty sure that's pretty gay. Next thing I know you'll declare 'no homo' while sucking his dick."

"I'd suck his dick better than Brittany or Betta or Betsy or whatever her name was," Eddie declares, sore at the memory of Steve's broken brow as he'd explained that his latest date had ridden his face and then gave him a pat on his shoulder, explaining that it was a nice time but not to expect a callback.

What an idiot, Eddie fumes to himself, neglecting to notice the shifting shadows in the hallway behind him; who doesn't enjoy a man who vehemently and vocally declares his love for going down on his partners? Eddie would kill for a partner willing to suck him dry.

Eddie may have blamed the deficiency on the female of the species, but Steve had allowed Eddie in the inner sanctum a few months ago: letting him know that it wasn’t only Robin and Eddie who were vehement friends of Dorothy, even if it was only Steve who enjoyed the full spectrum of the rainbow. And while B-whatever-her-name-was may be the source of Eddie’s ire right now, he knows that Steve has had likewise lousy luck with men whenever they’d ventured for their weekend nights out to Indy.

Each and every time Eddie had to endure Steve’s sad face a week or two later as he’d admitted that he thought his night’s partner may be up for more than just a brief bit of fun. And each and every time he’s been left dumbfounded because—

Eddie pulls at his hair, trying to work it out because—

Well. He can only imagine that every single person that’s walked away from Steve’s beautiful lips couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a fucking canon with the intelligence left over in their little pea brains. Because Steve Harrington is a goddamn catch and every one of them has let him escape their grasp.

Eddie’s too busy scowling down at his Reeboks to see Robin look over his shoulder and softly laugh. She scoops a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she swiftly leaves the kitchen, calling out, “I’m claiming the spare bedroom tonight—the one at the far end—see ya.”

Eddie looks up at the last minute, wondering at her sudden exit.

The air shifts again but Eddie doesn’t realise it until Steve’s right behind him. "Her name was Bella," Seve says in a low caress, close enough that his warm breath rustles Eddie's loose curls.

He stops, frozen, the touch of Steve's words making Eddie ache for something that he's wanted for such a very long time even as he’s unwilling to allow himself to think that Steve could mean anything by leaning in so close. But he can’t help but shiver, a tiny movement that brings his lips against Steve's sharp jaw, nearly stuttering, "Who?"

Strong arms wrap around him, bringing the broad planes of Steve’s chest against Eddie’s back, blunt fingers coming up to grip his jaw, directing Eddie’s lips to just under Steve’s.

Eddie freezes again in desperation, every single fantasy converging at once to break his brain and body while he tries to understand that the arms, hands and fingers wrapped around him are not an invention of a daydream.

"I’m saying,” Steve says patiently, eyeing Eddie with a dark gaze over his firm grip, "That I want you. Not Brittany or Betta or Betsy."

Eddie swallows around the knot in his throat.

"Just you," Steve repeats, a steady weight holding down his words that has Eddie’s gaze flying up to meet the hard pressure of hazel eyes bearing down on him. A force that has Eddie’s heart knocking heavily against his ribs, his breath shuddering against his frame, pressing taut and bullying against the thin of Eddie’s skin as he meets Steve’s expectant gaze.

And suddenly Eddie is angry.

Furious.

He’s had to endure weeks and months of listening to Steve be sad. Listening to Steve tell of glum exploits where women and men haven’t appreciated his freely-given love. Where it hadn’t mattered how quickly and devotedly Steve would put himself forward, that his partner would pat him on the back and distance him or herself after.

Eddie is furious and he glares at Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes, so close to his own and suddenly wide at the clear fury in Eddie’s eyes. Steve stumbles back, “What…” But Eddie lowers himself decisively, knees falling to the ground with a clear thump and thighs spreading as he knows with a deep conviction that he’s finally interpreting Steve’s actions correctly.

He looks up with dark eyes and presses into the tentative hand that falls against Eddie’s nape; Steve’s brows pull together, doubt drawing at them, “Eddie…”

Eddie glares up at Steve with all the strength of emotion running through him like the swift currents of a river. “No Steve, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”

He determinedly wraps his fingers around the zipper of Steve’s Levi’s and, as Steve chokes out his name again, Eddie glares up at him, daring Steve to take his prize away. “No, I’m done. You’ve given me permission now. You’ve given me a sliver of hope, and you’re not fucking taking it away.”

Eddie swiftly draws down the zipper, pulling down denim and soft cotton until Steve’s already hard cock bobs in front of him and he reaches forward quickly, hand already at its base and mouth open as he’s about to swallow him down but Steve’s hand buries itself in Eddie’s curls, gripping him tight.

“Do you want me?” Steve breathes and Eddie somehow finds it in himself to glower deeper, scowling up at Steve while refusing to speak. Inching forward until the tip of Steve’s cock hovers over Eddie’s open mouth. Steve curses and a heavy pearl of fluid drops from the tip to Eddie’s outstretched tongue. Eyes closing in contentment, he hears Steve choke as Eddie almost hums around the welcome flavour.

“Right,” Steve rasps roughly before pushing forward to rest against Eddie’s lips, he traces the heavy beads from his weeping slit against the petals of his mouth, breath running ragged before pressing further.

Eddie gasps, stretching his lips wide and pushing in and forward to embrace the cock intruding his mouth. His lashes flutter as he finally has the heavy weight of Steve’s cock resting on his tongue, stretching his mouth obscenely open before peering up to check where Steve’s at.

He needn’t have worried because Steve’s own mouth is hanging open with eyes darkly trained on Eddie. “So fucking pretty,” Steve gasps, gripping Eddie’s head to pull him closer. Choking Eddie as he moans, “Yes, fucking, yes, baby. Take it.” And Eddie does. Gratefully. Happily. Fucking swallows and devours and pistons back and forward until the bitter musk dripping from Steve’s dick is greedily consumed, taken within.

Steve cries out, throbbing powerfully and pouring into Eddie. Spilling and overflowing, fucking against his face until beads flood and stream out of his mouth. Eddie lets out a long, guttural and broken sound, grateful for the blessing that Steve fills him with.

He’s so consumed with the feel of Steve in him, surrounding him, that he barely registers the hardness in his own black denim until Steve drops to his knees too, meeting Eddie face to face before falling forward, fingers working his zipper open and mouth swallowing him whole.

Eddie gasps at the sudden sensation of the hot welcoming cavern of Steve’s mouth. He bucks, lightning shooting up his spine and overwhelmed at the attention as he thrusts once, twice and another before shuddering as he releases into Steve’s warm embrace.

Gasping, Eddie’s head falls forward to stare down at Steve in wonderment. In clear awe as he stares down at the beautiful boy in his lap. Mind blissed but still a niggle worries at the back of his mind, enough to have his hand reaching forward to Steve’s face, cupping his cheek and bringing him up to meet Eddie.

“Sweetheart,” the endearment drops from Eddie’s mouth without his permission.

Steve’s lips tug up, spreading in a grin and widening his eyes, “You want me, don’t you?” He asks, almost breathless.

“Yes. Fucking yes.” Eddie has nothing but honesty to his name at this point.

Steve smiles. Smug and fucking so proud of himself. He leans forward, “Then take me,” he whispers.

And Eddie does.

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seokgyuu · 6 months ago

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The Sweetest Thing - Teaser

All your life you’ve been your sisters’ punching bag. Never good enough. Never fully accepted. When your mother makes one of them choose you as her maid of honor you reluctantly agree. Semi-vacationing in Tuscany with your ‘beloved’ family, you meet two handsome strangers one night and let them do whatever they want with you. Too bad you didn’t ask for their names first.

Pairing: Heeseung x F!Reader x Sunghoon

Genre: Strangers to ???, Porn with Plot

Warnings: CHEATING!!! reader is hooking up with her sisters’ fiancés, sisters are horrible and suck, mentions of past verbal abuse, reader is somewhat a pervert (she defo is), heeseung & sunghoon definitely are perverts, heeseung & sunghoon are mean, they have nothing good to say about their fiancés, alcohol consumption, adult content MDNI! smut warnings will be in actual fic

Word Count: 5.7k (so far)

Release Date: August 8th

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Something about the Italian sky seems different. Maybe it’s because you’re not close to a big city, but the stars shine brighter than you’ve ever seen them. It feels like a movie; the stars and moon so visible with no cloud in sight, the small street of Arezzo you’re currently sitting in - a small restaurant with a small menu but a nice older man that speaks decent English. A glass of wine standing on the small table beside you and the first bit of peace you’ve felt in days.

It’s when you take your next sip of wine you see them.

Two men straight out of a magazine walking towards one of the free tables next to yours and sitting down. There is nothing you can do but stare. Both of them have dark hair, one of them a bit shorter than the other. They are dressed elegantly, designer shoes and pants, blazers hanging over their chairs. Even if you wanted to - you could not possibly say which one was more attractive.

What a nice way to end a horrible day, you think. Smiling, you finish your glass and immediately order the next, not entirely used to drinking so much, but not caring since you are miles away from home and no one here knows you anyway. The waiter nods and then proceeds to go over to the newcomers. The one with the slightly lighter hair and the mole on his nose orders in perfect Italian, with just enough of an accent for you to know they aren’t from here. Your choice of table appears to be perfect for watching them, listening to them converse in a language you understand.

And it all stays innocent like this - they talk about their flight and about friends - until suddenly the conversation sways.

“I honestly- fuck, I can’t believe we’re actually doing this, you know?” The one with shorter hair says and his friend sighs, taking his wine glass and finishing it in one go. Impressive. There was at least half left in yours.

“I don’t know what to tell you. We committed and now we’re fucked.”

“Just that we aren’t getting actually fucked.”

They look at each other before they laugh, shaking their heads. Meanwhile, your ears perk up.

“Fuck, I really don’t know the last time she let me hit it, Hoon. I think I’m going crazy.”

“Yeah, same here. Like, yeah, we fucked once the day before her flight. But literally only missionary and she didn’t suck me off.”

“Again? Dude, is she ever even putting her mouth on it?”

“Nope. Ever since we got engaged she’s like this fucking prude. Is yours like that too?”

“Yeah. I got her flowers and her favorite chocolates and she still wouldn’t even jack me off, like fuck, if it’s gonna be like this forever I can just go cut my dick off.”

Jesus. These two seem to be in very happy relationships. Makes you almost feel better to not be in one. Even if your mother would beg to differ. She’s been desperate for you to find a match for ages. For whatever reason, really, considering her two golden girls were about to get married to rich and handsome heirs.

“Just one good blowjob, man, that’s all I want, really. I miss getting some good fucking head.”

The way short hair looks at mole - with so much understanding and pity, you can’t help but chuckle. Chuckle loud enough for them to take notice.

Their gazes burn on your face before you even see them. But when you do your smile dies and instead makes room for horror. They heard you laugh at them. Even worse, they know you’ve been listening. Shit.

Thankfully, you are three glasses of delicious white wine in and the fourth one is almost empty. Which means you aren’t the sweet little wallflower you’d usually be. Scary, how alcohol can change people.

“Oh, I am sorry. I shouldn’t have eavesdropped.” You apologize, placing your hand over your heart.

“Agreed.” Short hair says, his eyebrow raised. Now, with both of their eyes on you, it seems like they are even more attractive. Perfect faces with pretty eyes and soft looking hair. Handsome men in unhappy relationships that fail to give them what they need. It’s almost comical how the switch in your head turns over, how the persona you normally never let anyone see until you’re in a secluded space comes out and gives you the courage to speak your next words.

“I just couldn’t believe my ears,” you let your finger glide over the rim of your glass, eyes on the two men with your tongue slipping out to lick over your bottom lip, “how anyone would be opposed to having sex with you.”

Oh.

Sunghoon and Heeseung’s ears perk up just like yours did earlier. Eyes widen slightly as they understand the innuendo in your words.

They think about the same thing - the last time they took a girl together. Probably during senior year in college. Back then, they used to do that regularly. Having almost the identical type in women. Instead of having to let her choose, she’d get them both.

But it’s been years since then. They are in committed relationships now, about to get married. And still - neither of them can deny that you fall right into their usual prey, or well, the prey they’d chosen back in college before their parents had picked out their wives for them.

It’s the way you look at them, the way your eyes say so much more than your words. It is also the way both of them feel like they are 22 again with nothing but getting their dick wet on their minds. One thing about Heeseung and Sunghoon - they always worked perfectly in a pair. Back in college and now, too. They can almost read each other’s minds at this point, only a short exchange of looks needed to know neither of them gave a single fuck about anything right now.

“Want to sit down with us?” Sunghoon asks and points at the free chair opposite them. You smile.

“It’d be my pleasure.”

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egglain · 3 months ago

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Feel You (In My Bones) - The Party & The After Party

Rating: E (18+*) - mdni Pairing: Toji x reader, Choso x reader, Gojo x reader, Geto x reader, Gojo x Geto, Sukuna x reader, Nanami x reader Content: gender-neutral reader (you/yours pronouns), afab language used for reader's anatomy during the smut routes, Gojo party Halloween shenanigans, JJK men making moves (canon-accurate scary Toji & Sukuna), ShokoHime friendship, smut tags differ between endings Word Count: 3.3k/?

Summary: After avoiding it for years, your best friends Shoko and Utahime must bite the bullet; attend a Gojo Halloween party. As fate would have it, you'd fall into the care of a gaggle of ghouls; strangers at the party can't seem to get enough.

Trick, or treat?

Will you let them haunt your holes? Or will you leave the door unanswered?

A/N: welcome to the Egglain Halloween smuttacular! Each bolded phrase is a possibility, a chance to jump the bones of the men you bump into on your journey.

This part can be read on its own, or with any number of the endings; they each stand alone & are unconnected to the main ending and the other routes.

*while this part isn't explicit, the "routes" are. Routes will be posted as they are finished, in the order they appear in the fic; stay tuned!

Growing up, Halloween was good for two things and two things only—candy and costumes.

Candy had become less and less interesting as your frontal lobe developed, and with “adult money,” it was even less of a hot commodity. And costumes weren’t quite acceptable after you hit 14—at least not the same ones you wanted to wear.

So, Halloween evolved into something new.

Nowadays, it meant crowding around the TV with a big bag of popcorn, Shoko and Utahime putting on a scary movie for you to wind down to together. It meant slipping pajamas on early and huddling under thick blankets, lights off, as an anonymous killer pounced on a nameless protagonist. It meant falling asleep between your two closest friends, filling the hole in your heart that adulthood managed to whittle into its tender flesh.

You had grown fond of Halloween, in a new way—perhaps grown fonder of it than you were as a kid. It was no longer a short-lived rush of dopamine, dominated by consumption and the variable kindness of strangers. No, it was a celebration of your friendship. Of your new life. Of your family.

Which is why this sucked ass.

“Party?”

“Yeah,” Shoko took a long drag from the stubby cigarette between her lips, “a… friend’s. Haven’t seen him since high school, really.”

The way she was chewing on her words, speaking on a smoke-filled exhale, told you pretty much everything you needed to know about this friend.

“So why are you going?”

Utahime pinched the skin between her eyes, looking equally as unsatisfied. “It’s… complicated.”

“We’ve been skirting around him for a while now—but the thing about Gojo Satoru is you can only avoid him for so long… he’s like a disease,” Shoko murmured.

“Like a common cold—mostly harmless, but a pain in the ass. Now it’s time to bite the bullet.”

“So… no festivities?”

“Well… we were hoping you’d come along with us.” Utahime stalled, choosing her words carefully. “You don’t have to—it’ll probably be a lot of drinking and dancing and reminiscing on our high school years… probably some of Gojo’s bigshot friends. But you’d get to wear a costume!”

“And if any of Gojo’s freakzoid friends bother you, we’ll cut their dicks off.” Shoko flicked her cigarette to the pavement and crushed the dying butt under a heel.

You didn’t doubt she would.

Which is how you ended up here.

Firstly, Gojo Satoru’s house could put mansions to shame.

Secondly, this was not the “high school reunion” you were expecting.

Dozens of strangers filled the glass-paned main floor of the home, spilling out onto the well-manicured lawn with bottles and solo cups in hand. It was like a scene out of every shitty teen film—music blared from somewhere in the house, colourful LEDs illuminating the otherwise dark gathering. Skimpy devils and sexy cops hung off the arms of Ghostfaces and… an Elvis impersonator?

Shoko and Utahime on your flanks, you managed to push your way inside. They were skittish—on-edge almost. You weren’t sure who this Gojo Satoru was, aside from an old friend, but by the looks of it, he had to be important. If not for his seemingly endless wealth or his obscene amount of apparent social power, for this disease-like personality.

Nerves were understandable. But as Shoko and Utahime pulled away, whispering among themselves—as you lost them in the crowd—you felt less and less empathy.

Now, standing alone in the centre of a lofty living room, awkwardly swaying to the music in a sea of intoxicated bodies, you couldn’t help but feel a little resentment for this Gojo guy.

Dancers jostled you this way and that as you fumbled for your phone. With shaky fingers, you opened the group chat, trying to flag down your missing friends.

hey think i lost u guys

where r y’all?

hello?

“All alone n’ without a drink?”

A gravelly voice woke you from your stupor.

A tall man—probably a good head taller than you— held out a hand. A silvery scar tugged at the stranger’s lips as he grinned, clearly in on some joke you weren’t.

Something about this man was predatory; he was dressed in simple clothes, a slutty gun holster strapped to his left upper thigh overtop of too-tight black jeans. The muscles of his quads strained against the fabric, as did the full pectorals framed by his compression tee.

“Leon Kennedy?”

“Who?” The stranger cocked an eyebrow.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Your costume.”

“I’m a hitman.”

Taking in the gun and the way he composed himself—that arrogant mug, the bulging arms crossed over his fat chest—he played the bit well.

“Fitting.”

“Let me grab ya something to drink.”

You mulled it over.

“I’m good, thanks…”

“Aw, c’mon. I don’t bite.”

“Oh, no—no thanks.”

You really didn’t want to get on this guy’s bad side. The gun glinted as the LEDs faded to purple and he caught the way your eyes danced along the barrel. It had to be metal. Looked heavy enough, and very realistic.

“Ya like? It’s the real deal.”

Cold shot through your veins, and it took every fibre of your being to not falter at his words.

His grin didn’t meet his eyes. The empty way he was looking down at you left no room for interpretation—he was telling the truth.

You tried to laugh but the sound didn’t come out quite right.

You took a step back, bumping into someone behind you. You didn’t dare turn around. The man took a step forward, following your movement.

“Wanna touch?”

“Oh, no thanks.”

“C’mon—”

“No, man.”

Another voice. You turned around.

A guy—much closer to your age—wrapped a protective arm around your midsection. Deep brown eyes met yours, and the cold melted away inside.

The stranger looked terrifying. Long dark hair was pulled up into twin spiked buns. The pale column of his throat was constricted by thick leather collars, heavy with metal padlocks. He was slender—thinner than the other man—but the ink across the bridge of his nose, and down his arms and chest, made it clear he could handle his pain too.

However, there was one main difference between him and the other stranger—kindness. Dark eyeliner and purple bags rimmed surprisingly soft eyes. While he had wrapped his arm around you, his hand didn’t make contact with your hip.

“You okay, babe?”

Heat flooded your face. You opened your mouth to reply, but almost as soon as it began, his arm fell away.

“Sorry about that. The guy just seemed like he was bothering you, and I hate men who can’t seem to take no for an answer, and I wasn’t sure how else to—”

Looking behind you, the scary stranger from earlier had disappeared into the crowd. The man in front of you was scratching at the back of his neck, flushed in apparent shame. Something in your heart twinged.

“No, no—I owe you one. Thanks for helping… I wasn’t sure how I was gonna get out of that mess.”

The stranger seemed pleased with that answer.

“Anyone else would’ve done the same… no need to thank me.” He smiled down at his shoes—short black platform docs that were scuffing at the shiny tile. “But maybe we could… get to know each other better sometime?”

Your heart fluttered.

“I mean—I just sort of grabbed you, and I wouldn’t want a stranger to do that to me, so maybe um… we can stop being strangers?” He rushed to explain.

The panic in his eyes was endearing. That kindness in him was so painfully evident.

“I’d like that.”

The bright smile that spread across his otherwise sullen face could have put the sun to shame.

“I have to find my friends right now, but maybe I could give you my number?”

He was nodding so fast it was a miracle his head didn’t fly off.

You padded your number into a slim black phone.

“There. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Choso Kamo.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Choso Kamo.”

With that, and another brilliant smile, you were alone again.

You checked your phone. A “hi!” text from an unknown number—Choso, you assume—and two texts from Utahime lit up the screen.

out back by the pool

see u soon

You pushed your way through the crowd, on the hunt for your friends.

The backyard was an oasis—or, perhaps it would be, if it wasn’t packed full of half-drunk half-costumed partygoers. Utahime and Shoko stood at the marble edge of a too-blue pool, speaking with a tall Playboy bunny and… Pitbull?

Approaching, you could see the tension melting out of Utahime’s shoulders as you met eyes.

“This is Gojo Satoru—that friend we were telling you about.” Utahime’s well-manicured nails extended to the one in the Pitbull costume.

A jovial laugh—too youthful to match the bald exterior—filled the air as the man smiled at you. He was tall. Freakishly so. And startlingly pale. Long white lashes lined too-blue eyes, striking even through his tinted sunglasses.

“Oh please. Call me Mr. Worldwide.”

Shoko rolled her eyes.

Utahime’s hand extended to the man next to Gojo. “This is Suguru Geto. Another friend from high school.”

The man—Suguru Geto—was almost as tall as Gojo Satoru. Silky black hair was tied half-up in a loose bun, the rest of his tresses spilling over his shoulder and plump chest.

And oh what a chest it was.

Soft fat tits spilled out over a low-cut black corset, jiggling like pudding as he laughed at Shoko’s unimpressed expression. The latex corset tapered off sharply, curvy hips and large thighs caged in loose-knit fishnets. Black bunny ears sat slightly askew on top of his head.

He looked delicious.

“You feeling alright?” Suguru asked, head tilting a little.

“Oh—me? Yeah, totally fine.”

“Are you sure…?”

“We can take you inside for some peace and quiet,” the bald man supplied, nudging Suguru.

Utahime and Shoko were giving you a look.

The kind that you’d learned to avoid.

The kind that said absolutely not.

Creep-o’clock.

Stay away.

“Oh—that’s very kind. But I think I’m alright. Thank you.”

You made a mental note to ask follow-up questions later.

Shoko put a hand on Gojo’s shoulder, long red nails digging into his shoulder. “Why don’t we go in? I could use some water.”

Gojo, Geto, Shoko, and Utahime exchanged looks, speaking a language in gazes that you couldn’t quite understand. Utahime nodded, shepherding the men back towards the house. Shoko lingered behind for a moment.

“They’re losers. Enjoy your night; we’ll keep ‘em busy a little longer.” She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the front pocket of her costume—a white medical coat—and put one between her front teeth. “Give us a couple more minutes and then we’ll make up an excuse to head home, alright?”

You nodded, and she gave you a firm pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd after the other three.

Once again, you were alone.

“Keep getting abandoned tonight, huh?”

Warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear, low rich voice cutting through the incessant buzzing of the party.

“That’s not what ‘friends’ do, is it?”

“How is that any of your business?” Spinning around to face the assailant, the words died midway.

He was tall.

Impossibly so—comfortably towering over the crowd.

“Telling me I can’t look at you?” He snorted, cracking his neck and knuckles.

And he was large.

Larger than the man with the scar, even.

A monster.

“Well—no…”

With the cocky way he was smirking down at you, he was aware of it too. His eyes, red, glinted with amusement as you fumbled the ending of what was supposed to be a witty comeback.

“Good. Then I think it’s my business.”

Confidence—he wore it well. It suited the hard planes of his face, the arrogant quirk of his lips accentuating the strength of his boxy jaw. Big inked arms flexed as he dug his hands a little deeper into the pockets of his orange prison jumpsuit. The top half was undone, sleeves fastened around his waist. A black wifebeater clung to the contours of a strong chest, tattoos creeping out from beneath the straps to trail over his shoulders.

He was the picture of a stereotypical inmate.

The only thing that stuck out, however, was the soft pink of his hair.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

The man quirked a slitted eyebrow.

“Somethin’ funny, brat?”

“No, no—sorry… just your costume.”

“What about it?”

“Just looks like you put a lot of effort into it, is all.”

He was looking at you—really looking. His gaze was weighted, and you could feel his eyes bearing holes into yours. He struck you as a rich boy; the type who were used to getting what they wanted, used to women throwing themselves onto him. So, if he was going to try to intimidate you, it wouldn’t work. You held his gaze.

“Put a couple years into it, yeah….” The words were slow, dripping in an innuendo you weren’t sure you wanted to understand.

You opened your mouth to move the conversation elsewhere, but with him looking at you so unabashedly—so intensely—it was hard to think. Hard to breathe, even.

Your neck twinged, aching from the way it was bent to look up at him.

Fuck.

When did he get so close?

“O-Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm,” he drawled, stepping in even closer. The toe of his heavy boots bumped against yours, and you could once again feel the heat of his breath on you. “Wanna see it up close?”

“You’re really close already—”

“I meant off my body.”

Fuck.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

He was no good—it didn’t take a psychologist to see there was something fundamentally off about this guy.

His aura—malevolent—set off alarm bells through your entire body.

He carried himself with a deeply-ingrained confidence, a surety that had your heart racing and your stomach dropping… but seeing him up close, you weren’t sure how you had ever mistaken him for some pampered rich boy. No. His tanned skin was littered with little scars and burns, well-worn. He was a fighter… and from the looks of it, a winning one.

Ice spread down your spine. Your body tensed.

Fight or flight was activating—fight, however, would stand no chance against this man. Turning on your heel, you began to walk away.

“Hey! Where you goin’?” His gruff voice called after you, but you didn’t dare turn back.

Beelining it back to the house, you sought out the kitchen. The place was a maze, but picking up the trail of partygoers with drinks in hand, you eventually found your way.

Shoko and Utahime stood around a large marble island with Gojo and Geto, huddled in to chat amongst themselves. Catching the movement in the corner of her eye, Shoko did a double-take upon your entrance. You communicated with your eyes in that secret language now; let’s go. Now.

With a tug on Utahime’s sleeve, the two were pulling away from the men.

“Wait—what’s happening?” Big blue eyes peered out from over the goofy sunglasses. “Leaving already?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little bad for this Gojo guy; not seeing his friends in a long time, partially because of you, and now having them torn away early because you made some poor choices with the wrong guy.

“Sorry, Gojo—I just… don’t feel well.”

Gojo looked between you and the two women, cogs turning in his mind.

“Nanami can take you home. He’s a good guy.”

“We’re leaving together.” Utahime spoke with no room for argument, hand on your shoulder.

You brushed it off, shaking your head. “It’s okay, ‘hime. Enjoy your night.”

Gojo clapped his hands together, too-white grin spreading across those too-white cheeks. “Then it’s settled! C’mon, let’s find him together.”

While you probably didn’t need the escort, you appreciated Gojo’s guiding hand, if not for anything but his lanky limbs and ability to part the crowd. It was a nice bonus that it gave some semblance of security against that inmate. Though, seeing the size of that guy, it was hard to imagine scrawny Satoru standing a chance against him.

In the living room, Gojo clasped a large blonde man on the shoulder, startling him from where he was chatting with a jovial brown-haired guy you didn’t recognize.

“Nanamin!.”

The blonde man sighed, turning around to eye Gojo warily. He was chiseled. The hard set of his lips matched the low seat of his brows as he met the host’s eyes.

“Gojo.” His voice was stern. Unimpressed.

“I need a little teeny weeny favour—could ya do one for me?”

The blonde man sighed, and he rubbed his forehead in a way that reminded you of Shoko. He clearly felt the same way about Satoru Gojo. Weirdly enough, it relaxed you.

“What is it?”

“I need you to drive someone home.”

Gojo dragged you between them by the shoulders, thrusting you towards the stranger.

Nanami smiled down at you sympathetically.

“Should have started with that, Satoru.”

“Oopsie. Noted! Well, I’m leaving things to you, Nanamin.”

Gojo released you, opting to wave his goodbye as the blonde man guided you to the front door.

Nanami, as you’d soon find out, was a gentleman.

Definitely too good for Gojo Satoru.

You’d also find out that he was a collector of old cars; ones which he cared for well, and ones with doors he opened for you. You’d learn he was the designated driver for all the parties he attended, as he had never found interest in social drinking, but appreciated a glass or two of whiskey alone. You’d also learn he was very single—the main reason why Gojo dragged him to every party he threw. Which he allowed, as it was his way of repaying his old friend.

Surprisingly, he went to high school with Shoko, Utahime, Gojo, and Geto as well—though he was a year younger than them (something you would have never expected from his visage alone).

(Gojo had aged him, apparently).

He drove you home with light conversation and soft jazz on the radio, a refreshing break from the mind-numbing bass of Gojo’s party playlist. He offered you water from a closed bottle—the expensive stuff—and rolled down the windows so you could get some air. It did wonders for your condition, although it was never much of a physical one.

Pulling into the driveway of your shared housing complex, he killed the engine and hopped out to grab the door again.

“Thank you, Nanami… you really didn’t have to do that.”

He raised a hand, stopping the thought.

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for the excuse to get some air; I don’t know if I would’ve survived otherwise.”

He smiled, soft and genuine, as he helped you up the steps. Unneeded, but appreciated. You didn’t have the heart to shoo him away.

“I wish we could have met under better circumstances,” he breathed as you reached the front door, fumbling for your keys.

“Me too… would you like to come in for some tea, maybe?”

Nanami chuckled, loosening the spotted tie around his neck. Business-casual looked good on him… though you weren’t sure you understood the costume.

“I should head back; someone has to keep Satoru in check.”

You nod, swallowing the disappointment.

“But I’d enjoy seeing you again. May I grab your number? If it’s alright with you, of course.”

***

Once again, you had grown a new appreciation of Halloween— maybe not a stronger one than the one you had for cozy movie cuddles with your best friends, but it was something. A celebration of the good friends you had. Of the new friends you’d made. Of the new adventures you could share together.

And oddly enough, you were looking forward to the next one.

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ao3-rex1223 · 2 months ago

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT - You have been warned

Pairing: Real!Bro Chris Redfield x Fem!Reader

Tags: Brother/sister incest, Dom Chris Redfield, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, creampie, breeding kink, one bed trope (kind of), don't be too loud, try not to get caught, creampie, orgasms

“There was a mix up with the cabins and we only have two bedrooms so you and Chris will have to share one,” your mother explains, looking frustrated by the mix-up; she rubs the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Your parents had rented a cabin at a lake for a family Christmas vacation, but the company booked the wrong cabin, leaving you with two bedrooms instead of three.

Your heart races with happiness. You've been fucking your own brother for months now. Yeah, you know it's fucked up, but damnit! He's perfect and he fits inside you so well! You both tried to tell yourselves it would never happen again after the first time, but neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves anymore. “Oh…whatever,” you reply, trying to be nonchalant about it. You flash a quick glance over to Chris who's trying to hide the fact that he's already fucking you with his eyes. He picks up his and your bags to bring them to the bedroom you'll be sharing.

“Your dad brought an air mattress so you can both have your own bed. I trust you two can decide who gets which,” your mother adds as she decorates the Christmas tree. You and Chris quickly exchange a knowing glance, knowing you'll not only be in the same bed, but you'll probably have his dick inside you all night, too. Your pussy tingles and throbs at the thought. After dinner, you all watch a movie as a family then all decide to go to bed early and go ice fishing tomorrow.

Chris locks the bedroom door after you're both inside, grateful the room is on the other side of the cabin from your parents. He backs you up against the wall, crashing his lips onto yours. His hands grip your waist, holding you in place as your tongues dance together. His hand comes up underneath your shirt to squeeze your pert breasts. He growls in approval, pressing himself harder against you. You feel his thick erection pressing on your lower belly, making your cunt throb and leak slick. Your moan vibrates into his mouth as the kiss deepens.

“So ready for big brother's cock, aren't you, baby sis?” His large hand slides down your body to cup your sex over your shorts. “Gonna breed this sweet pussy all fucking night,” he growls against your lips, “keep you full of my cum.” He leans his head down to suck on your neck and nibble your ear lobe.

You whimper and whine, unconsciously thrusting your hips against his hand, the heat from your dripping, wet sex rubbing deliciously against it. “Want it…love you so much, big brother,” you moan. Your fingers tighten further in his hair.

Chris smirks smugly against your supple skin. “Love you, too, baby sis. My sweet, perfect girl. Best fucking cunt in the world. Got me so pussy whipped,” He admits with a chuckle and continues to grind against you.

You let out a guttural moan, his ministrations pushing you closer to the edge of euphoria.

“Don't be too loud, little sis. I know Mom and Dad are across the cabin, but it's not that big,” Chris teases. His hand slides down into your panties beneath your shorts. “So fucking wet.” Fingers stroke and rub your soaked folds, tingles of pleasure shooting through your entire form. You try to stifle your moans, keeping in mind how critical it is that your parents don't find out what their son and daughter do to each other.

He silences your erotic noises with another searing kiss. Your tongues battle for dominance, saliva leaking onto your chin. His thumb continues to circle your swollen nub, tightening the band in your belly and bringing you closer to oblivion. Two fingers slide inside you, curling and brushing against your sensitive, spongy center. “Ohhhh,” you moan, bolts of pleasure firing through you.

“Cum for me, baby sis,” Chris demands in a growl, amping up his ministrations on your trembling body.

You hyperventilate as your orgasm begins, a tidal wave of ecstasy washing over you. Your pussy vice grips his fingers, sucking the meaty digits deeper inside you. He crashes his lips to yours once again, claiming your mouth. You ride the aftershocks on his fingers, still thrusting into you. When you finally come back down, he withdraws his hand and brings it to his mouth, licking his fingers clean of your cum. “Mmmm, fucking delicious, little sis.” He reaches down to undo his pants, pulling his throbbing, hard cock free. “On your knees, baby girl.”

You lick your lips and slowly lower yourself to the ground, your knees settling on the soft carpet. Staring into his eyes, you stick your tongue out and give a featherlite lick to his cock, precum hitting your tastebuds. Chris’ head falls back, the sensation of your tongue lightly kissing his shaft already sending him into the stratosphere. He growls hungrily, his fingers lacing into your hair as he fights the urge to thrust himself into your waiting mouth. “Fuuuuck,” he groans. You decide to tease him further, licking a long stripe up his thick, veiny shaft followed by a chaste kiss to his leaky tip, smearing his precum onto your soft lips. You give him a few more languid licks and light kisses then drop your mouth open to take the large appendage into your warm mouth.

Chris takes a sharp gasp of air and lets out a broken moan. “Yeah…that's it baby girl…suck big brother’s cock like a good little slut…fuck…gonna fuck your perfect mouth, little sis.” His thick fingers rake into your hair by your temples, holding your head still. His hips thrust back and forth, cock brushing the back of your throat. Your moans send pleasure inducing vibrations through the hard dick in your mouth. Your eyes cross as your own arousal builds inside you. Your hand slides down your belly and you begin rubbing your swollen clit.

More precum drips onto your tongue. He stops abruptly, pulling his thick length free. He lifts you up and places you onto the bed on your stomach. His rough hands grip your hips, pulling your ass into the air. “Mmm, perfect little ass…” Chris comments and gives your pert rear a light swat. He grips his rigid cock, sliding it between your legs, and slaps it against your wet cunt. “Beg for big brother's cock, little sis,” he taunts as he rubs your slick juices all over his hard length.

“Please! Please Chris! Need you! Need you inside me!” you willingly beg, rolling your hips back against his, feeling his magnificent dick glide between your folds, kissing your clit ever so softly.

“Hmm. Maybe I'll just enjoy a nice pussy job,” he replies with a mean laugh. He continues to thrust his cock in between your pussy lips but never moving inside. You try to turn around to protest but he presses your back with his hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you to the mattress. “Nah ah, baby sis. Big brother's in charge here.”

Your pussy clamps down on nothing at his dominance. “Chris! Please! Don't tease me! Please please I need you to fuck me!” You beg.

“Alright, little sis,” he purrs, “since you asked so nicely…” He lines his tip up with your quivering entrance and eases inside, an intoxicated growl escaping his throat. Your tightness envelopes him, moans dripping from your lips as you feel that fullness only he can give you.

You bury your face in the pillow, biting it with your teeth and muffling the sounds you wish you could make but don't want to risk waking your parents. You rock your hips back, meeting every thrust.

“Fuck yes,” Chris whispers sharply, delivering a slap to your ass, “Gonna breed this tight little pussy tonight.” He emphasizes his promise with a particularly hard thrust, his dick rubbing your sensitive g-spot. You cry out into the pillow. His grip on your hips tightens as the thrusting grows more unhinged and erratic. Your breasts rub against the bed, the soft fabric of the sheets brushing your sensitive nipples. He reaches around to rub your swollen clit, determined to bring you both over the edge together.

“Fuck, baby sis, that's it! Cum on big brother's cock!” Chris growls, continuing his sweet torture of your clit. You scream into the pillow as your walls contract around his dick. He doesn't let up on his thrusts or his rough circling on your pudgy bud. The excess stimulation is enough to bring you even higher, your slick essence gushing all over Chris’ cock and trickling down his legs.

He throws his head back with a groan, thrusting hard and pulling your hips against him as he buries himself deep, cumming hard inside you, shooting his hot load into your womb. “Ah fuck…”

You collapse onto the bed, panting, feeling his cum oozing onto your thigh. Fucking hell, you'll never get enough of this. Merry fucking Christmas.

#resident evil smut #12 days of smutmas #chris redfield x you #dead dove do not eat #chris redfield smut #real bro!Chris Redfield

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mymindcreatedthis · 8 months ago

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Birthday Present (18+

Lia Wälti x Reader

Word count: 3,771

Summary: It’s reader’s birthday and Lia decides to give Reader a special birthday present.

Warning: Smut, Dirty talk, unprotected sex, Creampies, squirting, Blowjob, Throatpie, Breeding, Missonary, Cowgirl, Standing up.

*Y/n's pov*

We just finished practice, we grab our things and head into the locker room. The girls shower and change, I sit in front of my locker and mess around on my phone. Waiting for the girls to finish up in the showers and locker room, the girls finish up in the showers. They get dressed and so start piling out of the locker room.

Eventually it was just me. I grab my shower stuff, I get undressed and hit the showers. I shower, I wash my hair and body and rinse off my hair and body.

I turn off the shower, I get dried off and get dressed, I grab my bag and join the girls on the bus. We leave the stadium and head back to the hotel.

Me and Lia go up to our room. Lia unlocks the door and opens it, we go inside. I set my bag off to the side, I take off my shoes and set them off to the side and plop down on my bed and sigh In relief.

Lia giggles. "You're so dramatic."

"Yeah yeah." I say.

We chill in our room and watch a movie together until it's time for dinner.

After the movie we go downstairs for dinner. We grab our food and sit down at a table. While we are eating dinner coach taps her cup with a spoon, we get quiet. Coach stand up and grabs her cup.

"First of all I wanna congratulate you guys for a really good practice you girls are doing amazing and are really putting in the work and I have a good feeling we're gonna kick Mexicos ass. Second, don't forget today is Y/n's birthday." The coach says. She raises her glass and we do a toast.

The girls clap and cheer. "So after dinner we are gonna celebrate and have cake." Coach says.

The girls laugh and cheer. "Happy birthday Y/n." The girls say.

"Thank you guys. I really appreciate it." I smile.

I shake coachs hand and hug her. "Happy birthday kiddo." She says to me.

"Thank you." I smile. We finish eating dinner and we celebrate and eat cake. Coach puts on a movie I picked out as we eat cake.

Lia tells me she's going back up to our room and calling it a night. coach starts the movie during the movie my phone pings letting me know I have a text message. I grab my phone and check it.

Lia: Come up to our room baby, call it a night I got a birthday present for you.

Me: Okay I'll be up in a bit.

We finish the movie after the movie I decide to call it a night. I go back up to our room, I unlock the door and go in.

I turn and see Lia walking towards me she was only wearing her bra and panties. I bite my lip and check her out as she walks towards me. I instantly get hard at the sight, Lia notice this and smirks.

"Is someone hard?" Lia asks seductively.

I blush darkly and nod. "I may have an idea on what we can do about that." Lia says.

She's now in front of me she pins me against the door and kisses me deeply. It turns into a make out session.

Lia continues to make out with me she reaches down and rubs my dick over my shorts. I moan in the kiss, Lia smiles against my lips. Lia breaks the kiss and pulls away.

"I want you to eat me out." Lia says.

I scoop her up and lay her on the bed. Lia giggles and squeals. I lay her down, I kiss her deeply.

Lia kisses back. She takes off my shirt and sports bra and tosses them off to the side.

I kiss her deeply. I take off her bra and toss it off to the side. I kiss her neck and kiss down to her chest. I kiss and suck on her chest leaving hickys. Lia moans and plays with my hair.

I kiss and suck on her boobs and leave hickys on her boobs. I reach down and rub her pussy over her panties, Lia moans as I do this.

I kiss from her boobs down to her stomach/abs. I kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys.

Lia moans and plays with my hair. "Mmm fuck baby." She moans in pleasure. I kiss from her abs down to her thighs and kiss her inner thighs.

I kiss and suck on her inner thighs leaving hickys. Lia moans and gasps.

"S-Stop T-Teasing." Lia moans.

I stop and look up at her. "Patience baby."

I smirk, I kiss her thigh. I grab her panties and slide her panties down her thighs and toss them off to the side.

I kiss her pussy and lick her clit. Lia moans as I do this and plays with my hair.

"F-Fuck." Lia moans.

I insert a finger and slowly finger get as I lick and roll my tongue on her clit.

"Ohhh fuck." Lia moans in pleasure. I smirk against her pussy, I slip in a second finger and continue to finger her a bit faster than before as I eat her out.

I spit on her pussy, I stick my tongue deep in her pussy and continue to eat her out. Lia moans as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

"Oh god, right there Y/n right there." Lia moans. I continue to eat her out licking her clit and finger her faster and faster.

"Ahh fuck I'm close." Lia moans in pleasure.

I lick her clit adding pressure and roll my tongue on her clit adding different pleasure.

"Shit I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Lia moans.

Lia cums all over my face, in my mouth, on my fingers and on my hand.

I lick her pussy. I lick and clean up her sticky mess, I wipe her juices off my face and lick her cum off my fingers.

"Mmm tasty." I smirk and lick her pussy again.

Lia blushes darkly and moans as I lick up her cum and help her ride out her high. Lia moans and comes down from her high panting and trying to catch her breath.

"Fuck you really know how to eat pussy." Lia pants out.

We take a moment for Lia to catch her breathe once she catches her breath she flips us around, I giggle and squeal as she pin me to the bed me on the bottom and her on top.

"Mmm I wanna taste you and suck your dick." Lia says seductively.

I bite my lip as she slides my shorts and underwear down my legs and tosses them off to the side. Lia lays between my legs, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick.

I moan as she does this. "Mmm fuck."

Lia smiles, and strokes my dick a bit faster. "Your huge baby."

"T-Thanks." I stutter and blush darkly.

Lia continues to stroke my dick. Once I'm hard Lia takes my dick in her mouth, Lia slowly bobs her head.

I moan and run my fingers through her hair. "Mmm shit." I moan in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat as she bobs her head, I moan and hold her hair up in a ponytail as she continue to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head a bit faster. "Shit Lia, just like that."

Lia hums against my dick and bobs her head faster than before. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Lia baby.... I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Lia continues to suck the souls out of my dick. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Throat pie:

I moan in pleasure I can't take it anymore. I bust my load in her mouth. Lia chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Lia swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the rest of my cum. Lia takes my dick out of her mouth she smiles and opens her mouth showing me a mouth full of cum.

I smile and gently rub her chin. “Swallow my load.” I say seductively.

Some of my cum drips down her chin and onto her boobs. She smiles and swallows my load.

"Mmm daddy you taste good." Lia says.

Lia gets up and leans back, she runs her soaking folds with her fingers. She scoops up whatever cum she can off her tits and rubs it all over her pussy using it as lube.

"Mmm I want to feel you deep inside me baby. Fill me up with your load." Lia says seductively.

"Are you sure baby?" I ask making sure this is what she really wants.

"Yes I'm sure. Cum in me as many times as you want to baby I'm on a pill." Lia says.

I get up, Lia scoots to the edge of the bed and spreads her legs giving me full access to her pussy. She lifts her legs up, I slide my dick through her folds.

Once my dick is wet enough I slide my dick deep inside her soaking wet tight pussy. I grab her legs and rest them on my shoulders, I grab her ass.

"Tell me when to move." I say.

Lia takes a moment to adjust to my size deep inside her. "Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth I feel full with you deep inside me."

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her deeply. Lia kisses me back.

"Move." Lia moans.

I rest my head against Lia’s I look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Lia’s Pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing deep inside me. She really needed a release. I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me. She was so sexy, her cute moans as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

I moan I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah you like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you and stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes a bit faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as she balls slap against my skin.

Fuck she was so sexy when she was Dom, her being Dom made me even more wet and made my legs weak.

I moan in pleasure my walls clench around her walls. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers and nips my ear.

I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Ahh I'm squirting." I moan in pleasure.

I squirts all over her abs, thighs, dick and all over the floor. Y/n smirks and keeps going.

Y/n goes at an angle and hits my g spot, Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. Y/n rubs my boobs a bit roughly as she continues to pound my G spot.

I moan loudly in pleasure. "Ahh I'm cumming, I'm cumming." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and let go and coat her dick with my cum and juices. Y/n smirks as I cum all over her dick.

Y/n picks up the pace and goes faster and harder than before. I moan and lay my head back, my boobs bounce up and down as she goes faster.

Y/n moans as she pounds my g spot at a faster and harder pace. Our moans fill the room as her balls slapping against my skin.

Y/n moans, her dick was throbbing big time she was so cute and desperate for a release. I squeeze her ass a bit.

"Mmm cum baby. Cum deep inside my pussy." I say seductively.

Y/n moans, she leans up and massages her boobs roughly and she goes faster and harder. My cum coats her dick and runs down my folds as Y/n uses it as lube.

"Like that daddy? You dick deep in my slut pussy?" I ask seductively.

"Mmm I love it." Y/n moans.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier as she starts to focus on her surroundings letting me know she's close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me cum in me." I moan.

Her balls slap against my dick. I moan as my walls clench around her dick again, I was about to cum again for a second time.

"I'm gonna cum." Y/n cutely moans.

"Yes give me your load daddy. Pump your seed deep inside of me." I moan.

I wrap my legs around her and hold her close to me putting her in a leg trap so she can't pull out.

Y/n moans loudly and unloads her massive load deep inside my pussy. I gasped and moan as she shoots her seed deep inside my pussy.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and sigh in pleasure as she unloads her warm sticky juices in my pussy. Me and her both moan as she continues to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside me.

"Ahh fuck. I'm sorry babe it felt so good." Y/n moans in pleasure.

"Don't be sorry baby. You finished in the right place. And like I said I'm on a pill." I moan.

God she had so much cum, she was still unloading her massive seed deep inside my pussy. Y/n moans, she slowly thrusts back and forth filling me up with the last of her cum as she comes down from her high.

Me and her come down from our highs, she moans and slowly pulls out.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I moan and pick up the pace, I continue to pound her g spot. Both me and Lia moan. Lia moans and squirts for a second time I feel her juices on my abs and thighs.

"Mmm fuck." Lia moans as I continue to fuck her g spot at an angle.

I smirk and moan as I feel her walls clench around my dick letting me know she was close.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Lia moans.

She cums on my dick. I moan and keep going, her cum drips out of her pussy and coats her folds. I moan as we use her cum for Lube.

I moan and keep going, my breathing gets heavier. I moan and focus on my surroundings as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

Lia notices this. "Yes cum in me cum in me."

I moan, her dirty talking was making me close to cumming.

"Ahh I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Yes cum in me daddy. Unload your massive seed deep inside me." Lia moans.

Lia wraps her legs around me putting me in a leg trap so I can't pull out. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #1:

I moan and bust my load deep inside her. Me and Lia both moan as I finish inside her.

"Mmm yes." Lia closes her eyes and smiles as I pump her full of my cum.

I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her as I continue to shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her.

I moan coming down from my high. Once I'm down finishing inside her I slowly pull out.

"I'm S-Sorry. I tried to pull out in time." I moan coming down from my high.

"Don't be sorry baby you finished in the right spot." Lia moans.

My cum oozes out of her and coats her folds and drips down the side of the bed and onto the floor.

"Mmm so much cum." Lia moans. She pushes as much cum as she cans back inside her pussy with her finger.

I smirk and grab Lia. I pick her up and hold her, Lia giggles and squeals as I pick her up.

I bite my lip, I slide my tip in her pussy and slowly slide her down on my dick. Lia moans as she takes my length back deep inside her pussy.

Lia moans, she takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"M-Move." Lia moans.

I moan and slowly slide her up and down on my dick. "Mmm I'm gonna destroy your tight wet pussy." I moan.

"Yeah daddy?" Lia moans.

I moan and move her up and down on my dick a bit faster than before. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out. I'm gonna pump you full of my cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Pleasure do it. I'm your cum slut." Lia moans.

"Mmm you're my cum dumpster slut." I moan and move her up and down faster and harder on my dick.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Ahh yes daddy make me your free use slut and cum dumpster." Lia moans.

"Mmm you're such a slight for daddy's dick and cum?" I ask seductively.

"Mmm fuck yes give me your load." Lia moans.

The only sounds in the room were our moans, my balls slapping against her skin and the tv playing in the background.

"Mmm so fucking good, I don't think I can last much longer. You have amazing grip." I moan in pleasure.

I slide her up and down on my dick even faster and harder than before.

"Please daddy please cum in my slut pussy. I deserve it, don't hold back." Lia says desperately she wanted my cum deep inside her.

Lia moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. Her juices cover my thighs, my abs and goes all over the carpenter under us.

Lia moans and digs her nails in my back as she cums all over my dick, I smirk as she cums on my dick.

I moan and slam down on my dick, Lia gasps and moans, I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"I'm close baby. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Mmm give it to me." Lia moans in pleasure.

Creampie #2:

I moan in pleasure, I slam her down on my dick and bust my load deep inside her. Lia moans and digs her nails into my back.

"Ah yes. I love your cum flooding in me." Lia cutely moans.

I moan and slowly thrust back and forth as I continue to unload my load deep inside her pussy. Lia moans and cums again, I help Lia ride out her high. I moan we both come down from our highs.

I slowly pull out of her. Cum immediately oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds, and drips down her thighs and onto the floor.

"Mmm there's so much." Lia moans.

I smirk. "I'm not done with you just yet baby." I say.

I lay on the bed, I motion her over. I have her turn her back to me, her back touches my tits. I line my dick up with her pussy and slowly sink her down on my dick, I spread her legs with my feet.

"Mmmm." Lia moans as I'm back deep inside her cum filled pussy.

I moan and grab her hips. I slowly slide up and down in and out of her pussy.

Lia moans she leans back. I look at her and moan as I thrust in and out of her tight cum filled pussy.

"Mmmm so fucking good." Lia moans.

"Mmm I'm gonna drain my balls in you." I sexily growl.

"Mmm please daddy give me your cum." Lia moans in pleasure.

I hold her hips and bottom out her pussy faster and harder.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck." Lia moans she squirts like a fountain. Her juices coat my thighs and stain the sheets.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure and keeps going.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. The tv continues to play in the background.

I moan and bottom in and out of her pussy faster and harder pounding her g spot. Lia moans, she wraps her arms around my shoulder and grips my shoulder and grips the sheets with her other hand.

We both moan. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. I feel Lia’s walls clench around my dick letting me know that she was also close.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Lia moans. She throws her head back and cums all over my dick and squirts like crazy again.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore. Lia cumming sends me over the edge. I unload my massive load deep inside her. Lia gasps and moans as my cum floods inside her pussy.

"Mmm fuck." Lia moans. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I fill her up with my cum.

I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her as I continue to unload my massive load deep inside her. Lia moans and pants, some of my cum pours out of her and drips down my dick and onto the sheets.

I moan and wrap my arm around her as I continue to come. I help Lia ride out her high. Once we both come down from ours highs, I slowly lift her up and pull out.

She doesn't even bother to hold the cum in her pussy. Cum oozes out and drips down her thighs and drips onto my abs, dick and stains the sheets.

We bath lay there in bed panting and trying to catch our breathes. I grab the remote and turn off the tv, I grab the blankets and pull the blankets over us. I cuddle her, I smile and kiss her deeply. She smiles against my lips and kisses back.

"Was that a good birthday present?" Lia asks giggling a bit.

"Mmm that was the best one yet." I reply.

We cuddle and end up falling asleep.

#lesbiansmut #my writing #wlw smut #woso fanfics #woso smut #football #g!p reader #soccer #lia wälti

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icarusredwings · 5 months ago

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I rewatched Deadpool 2 and took notes.

Disclaimer: He's mentally ill and does mentally ill things (GASP, who would have thought?). Also, violence. A lot of violence. It's really long. Like.. really really long.

The very first words he says is "fuck wolverine"

Then blows his own head off with a shit ton of gasoline. Wonder if he had insurance on that appartment.

He started taking worldwide cases

He also admits to knowing "8th grade spanish"

"Passion of the christ. Then me." Says the man whos marvel jesus now.

I wonder how much wade owes cab guy.

Cab guy killed bandu Lmao

"What is it?"

"My IUD"

"A bomb??" Tell me why he was lowkey excited for it to be a bomb?

I love how serious he gets talking about how scared he is to be a dad.

This empire joke traveled from the first movie too.

"Pretty sure it doesn't work that way but we can try" yes.

When making toaster strudles its almost as if he could sense them coming despite it being so silent. This kind of makes me think that Logans not the only one who just jumps up sometimes.

This man really just said "Fuck it" jumped out of a 2 story window, BOLTED after this guy as fast as he could, got hit by a car, rammed another car, and whole ass hugged this guy before jumping in front of a truck with him. I don't want to see anyone try to tell me he's one sandwitch drop away from jumping off a cliff.

Cinatography by Blind Al.

Directed by one of those guys that killed john wicks dog.

God I love Ryan Reynolds because you know it was him.

Wade stop peeing your pants in public.

Weasel "We still have bowie..." Yeah id lie to him too at this point.

"Yeah im fine"

Fucked up

Insecure

Needy and

Emotional. Kübler ross apprently.

"Buck no more speaking lines for you" and he meant that shit.

Al is so humble and sweet. Making tea and giggling. Tries to shoot him and then just hears him collapse on the floor. How many times do you think he collapses on the floor a week? Just to be drimatic?

"Sweetheart can you speak up? Its a little hard to hear you with yhat pity dick in your mouth" Oh so shes his mom. Al is his fucking mom. Hands down. And the best one.

I love how he decided to do an entire bag of cocaine before dying. There was no reason for it and honestly was a waste of cocaine until you realize that these cocaine is wades whiskey. Shots dont work for him really, probably because hes already done it so much, but its the same way how Logan chugs that bottle before wade kidnaps him. Its easier to blame it on a substance then accept those were your actions.

Ness is so cute. The poster behind her has "I love you wade wilson" scratched into it. Its nice to know that his version of heaven is literally just a cozy Saturday morning with his wife.

Colossus just walking in to find wades body parts everywhere and put him in a bag like old dirty clothes lol

"Why cant I fucking die" tone was SO serious.

The fact that theres an x men rule book and its lowkey thicker then a bible. I bet you scott and Logan made 80% of those.

"That asshole was me" oh the tears. Baby boyy.

Wait isnt cable literally scotts son.

Im never going to understand this fucking time line jesus christ

Mutant rehabilitation?? What is he a drug addict? That kid is clearly in pain dipshits.

"X men trainee" is so funny

"Please stop cheating on me"

Daniel the pedophile looking ass

Bro casually signs ryan reynolds on the wolverine cereal box and then destroys his knee caps.

"Those guys hurt you??" It was at that moment, wade went ape shit.

Wade having fun in prison is so him. But come on imagine going to prison just for standing up to an abused child. Not to mention, His face when he immediately realizes how fucked he is and that "oh shit I actually DO have cancer now and it SUCKS"

Is it just me or does Cable reminds you of forge with all his cool fix it abilities. Or is he just futurey.

He didn't say were not friends to make him upset but to draw attention to himself. Him just eye rolling when stabbed in the hand was so funny too because he was like "Ouch. God damn it. Ducking OUCH."

Hes literally pleading with russel to find someone else to peotect him or hes gonna get molested because he cant do anything. His entire power is replacing dead cells WITH new cancer cells. His entire body is dying 24/7 but never fast enough to actually kill him, always regrowing way too quickly. Cancerous is better then dead.

"Get away from me kid" yeah cause he knows hes trouble and he REALLY doesn't wanna watch this kid die.

"Who the hell tries to kill a 14 year old boy"

"Kids give us a chance to be better then we used to be"

Dopinder is so wholesome. I love him so much. No i dont care that he killed a guy. Hes the type of friend you call to take to the movies or the zoo once every year and hes stoked just to be invited.

Peter: I just thought it looked fun :D

Dopinder: FUCK

Peter is that one dad whos kids left the nest and now he needs friends and a hobby so searches for the biggest weirdos he can find.

"Grab the boy- NOT INAPPROPRIATELY >:("

i love his crayon maps/plans

Oh my god weasel im not telling you anything ever again you snitch (same dude, cable is terrifying)

After crying over the love he has for his new team (x force) Wade confirms that he spent 10 years in special forces.

I love how supportive wade is with Peter despite him just being a normal dude only for him to immediately die LMAO

He just cassually lets his impulse win in which he steals a moped.

Oh i just noticed Dominos vitiligo. I always loved vitiligo charaters. Theyre so unique and barley ever given movie roles. Like why not?? Why wouldnt you want someone so beautiful? Im pretty sure she just has make up but it would be cool if not.

Something else is that cable just starts yeeting criminals out onto the street lol

"Theres nothing I cant kill" Let me intorduce you to the man whos on a constant road to dying but can never actually get there.

Im assuming cable wants to kill russel because he unleashes a big bad guy or something.

*cassually snaps neck back into place* Oh god that hurt!

Oh I was right! It was Juggernaut :)

Wade: *gets excited about being PHYSICALLY ripped in half*

"Rub my legs mama 🥺 I got growing pains"

"Oh noo! No no no Dp not again!" We love you Dopinder. Do not ever stop caring. "This shits happened before!?" Yes weasel. Sometimes your friends get ripped in half. Get used to it.

Wade just moves her gun to the right position.

Wade talking about saving russel is so serious that it makes you forget that he has a tiny baby ass rn. I couldn't make a deal with someone woth tiny baby legs... just... no. Not to mention that those baby legs are made of cancer.

"50 years from now you're super fucking dead"

Wade standing outside of the xmen mansion with his phone and a picture of a boom box playing music for Colossus to come outside and help him save russel is something i can see happening to Logan. They have a fight and he storms off to the mansion only for wade to stand outside like that.

"Hi Wade🎀✨️" "Hi Yukio!🥹 you guys make a super cute couple 😊 where was I? 🤨"

"So you wear a helmet so your brother cant read your mind?" "Yeaaahh" average kid conversations.

"Lets fuck some shit up is my legal middle name"

Okay sir edgelord.

Apprently wade has a gluten sensitivity

What is it with wade and metal men??? My man has a type.

"Im just gonna use this brick and maximum effort" Same wade. Same.

Yaayy!! Go yukio! Eveyone loves yukio.

"Thats how we do it in mother russia" What? Shoving an electrical cable up their ass and then put them in a pool? Damn. Ok.

That "I never should have never left you in that prison" with the hug? Man hed be a decent dad I think.

"Dont be ive been trying to make this happen for awhile" okay someone supervise him 24/7. Hes on the active watch list.

Wade: *is dying* Hi Yukio :D

Yukio: Hi wade :)

"R-dog" Oh my god hes too cute.

Them carrying the racist joke all the way til the end made me cringe but that was the point.

His last words being "do you wanna build a snow man?" Is such a deadpool thing.

I was NOT expecting to cry at the end of this stupid ass movie, AGAIN

"Dont fuck colossus" VANESSA KNEW

THE FUCKING COIN

"Is there a knife in my dick?" "There's a knife in your dick."

Oh I just didn't even notice she has heterochromancia! <3 Aahh!!

PFFT DOPINDERS SECOND CONFIRMED KILL

"WERE DEFINITELY NAMINF OUR KID CHER"

"Dont scratch!" *shoots himself 8 times* "Love you! Bye."

Wolverine: ???

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knee-high-boots · 19 days ago

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the final act of tgm is something so special to me

1. mav running a fucking MILE through SNOW just to shove rooster. he doesn’t even check to see if he’s really ok, just BAM

2. “we don’t even know if that bag of ass can fly”

3. mav trying to teach rooster how to get the plane in the air, like he knows a n y t h i n g

4. *thonk* “why are the wings coming out mav.”

5. just every line from rooster is absolute gold, he’s such a sarcastic asshole when he’s not being angsty as hell

6. how did they get off that taxiway?? most definitely impossible??

7. *iconic top gun ~dong~* “maverick.”

8. “there’s 300 breakers back here, anything more specific?” “idk that was your dad’s department” “i’ll figure it out” YES YOU WILL! GOOD JOB!! SELF CONFIDENCE ROOSTER!! don’t mind me crying over here, i still refuse to watch the original bc i don’t want to watch goose die but YOU GO!

9. rooster and mav waving at enemy planes like absolute FOOLS

10. i love watching planes spine and do weird shit, yay planes!!

11. “what the FUCK was that?!?!”

12. “c’mon mav, do some of that pilot shit!” as if rooster is not, himself, a pilot

13. rooster, floating, “HOLY SHIT” your honor i love him!

14. how did we go from snowy mountains to rolling green hills? have we been here for 3 months??

15. hangman managing to hit both the plane and the missile at the same time? dare i say hot?

16. mav doing a flyby cause he’s a dick

17. “please don’t tell me we lost an engine.”“alright. i won’t tell you that”

18. why are they always so goddamn sweaty??

19. lady gaga’s “hold my hand” save me lady gaga’s “hold my hand” 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

20. oh my god just tell your surrogate son/father that you love him!! it’s not that hard you’re just stubborn!!

honorable mention 21. i want rooster and amelia to have a cute little sibling relationship! please!

honorable mention 22. the sexiest part about this movie is the porsche penny is standing on at the end

in conclusion, tgm is blatant propaganda for the u.s. military, and while it works to make me love sexy men flying sexy planes, i still believe we’re giving FAR too much money to the military and have a passionate hate for the government!! tom cruise is also really weird and scientologists can actually suck so much dick!! but thanks tom cruise (i guess) for giving us miles teller with a mustache and glen powell as a lovable asshole!

#tgm #top gun maverick #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #bob floyd #payback #fanboy #coyote

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shieldofiron · 2 months ago

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Vibe Check Part 15

Run, Billy, Run

The Frat Boy Au

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Midterms hits the house like a hurricane. Somehow, three days before, everyone suddenly remembers, “Hey. We go to school here.” And they start to buckle down on studying.

Billy, who people were surprised to find out did study, found the whole thing deeply amusing.

The only ones seemingly immune to this fervor were the handful of arts students. While Carver was mainlining Red Bull, Munson had apparently had his “big” final a few weeks ago by playing Tartuffe, and so he was just hanging around idly working on a paper or two.

And Steve is acting pretty harried, but Billy knew for a fact that Steve had turned in his short film and just had to watch a few movies or papers or something.

That’s how Billy finds him, after a few days after the “incident,” holed up in their room under a blanket while someone shouts from his computer in German.

“Hey, Stevie,” Billy says, tossing his bag on the bed.

“Hey.” Steve mumbles, his whole beautiful face lit up by the laptop’s glow. He was just a lump under the blanket, his big round eyes neon blue in the dark.

“What are you watchin’?” Billy asks with a yawn.

“Run Lola Run,” Steve says softly. “You’d like it. Wanna watch the end with me?”

“Yeah,” Billy rubs his eyes and yawns.

Things have been a little strained, but he promised to be normal, happy he’d been granted a do-over. Luckily, right now Billy can chalk up all weird behavior to midterms. If he doesn’t want to sit in the room feeling like Steve hates him? Midterms, gotta study! It’s the perfect plan.

Except for the fact that when he slides in next to Steve and feels the warmth of his skin, it prickles like homesickness.

Hirath, that was the word. Homesickness for a home that may never have existed, or that may never be.

He cozies up, knocking the laptop over so that it scrapes against the wall. Steve doesn’t seem to mind, correcting it with a soft yawn.

“What class is this for?” Billy asks.

“Gaze and visuality,” Steve replies softly, starting it up agan.

There’s a series of quick cuts on the screen but Billy can’t tear his eyes away from the play of light across Steve’s skin.

“That’s Lola. She has twenty minutes to save her boyfriend’s life.”

Billy sneaks a look at the screen. “She doesn’t look like much of a doctor.”

“She has to get 100 grand to save him or his mobster boss is gonna kill him.

“Damn, run faster, Lola,” Billy says.

Steve sniggers. “She’s already failed twice. She’s given her all she’s got, captain!”

Billy snorts. “Oh no, not the spiral staircase! Lola run, more like Lola fall.”

“Can you imagine?” Steve giggles, sneaking a look over.

“I can. It’s like a family guy bit.” Billy shifts a little, trying to get comfortable without getting that close to Steve. There wasn’t a lot of room, but he was trying to keep it more no homo than all over him.

It sucked because getting too close to Steve was one of his very favorite things.

“Hey, uh…” Steve’s big brown eyes skittered back to Billy’s. “Are you going home over break?”

Billy raises one brow. “Not fucking likely.”

Steve sits up a little. “Uh, Robin says there’s this gay bar? The Cottonmouth?”

“You’re not sure?” Billy asks.

“Don’t be a fucking dick. Anyway, Dad’s taking Mom on a cruise, again. So I thought maybe we could go?” Steve toys with the edge of the blanket. God, he was so cute.

“You want me to come?” Billy watches him.

“Yeah, I…” Steve swallows, his throat moving delicately. “I asked Jason already. He’s in, but I guess his boyfriend always goes home for Christmas.”

Billy didn’t even know his hopes had risen enough to sink, but apparently they did, leaving him feel suddenly drained. He doesn’t know what his problem was. Steve hadn’t changed. Billy’s gotten so much more than he ever deserved with Steve’s acceptance and understanding.

And yet Billy, like a fool, still kept hoping for more.

“Sure,” He says, trying to feign nonchalant, even though he’d paused way too long. But Billy’s a master at that, and he turns back to the movie. As if Steve didn’t make his heart race like he was in a free fall.

“Robin says I need to just ‘get out there.’” Steve’s voice trembles a bit on the end and it makes Billy’s heart tremble with it.

“You don’t have to,” Billy says, trying to keep his eyes on the screen, “go at your own pace.”

Steve sighs. “You always know what to say.”

“You are literally the only person in the world that thinks that, Princess. Ask Jason.”

Steve looks down at his blanket, pausing a moment. “So you don’t think I should? Get out there, I mean?”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.” Billy says slowly.

He doesn’t even want to think of what could happen if Steve went to the Cottonmouth. How much attention he would get.

“But then when will it get comfortable?” Steve sighs.

Most people, when they’re upset, want Billy to ask questions, pull them out.

With Steve, if he just waits and listens, Steve will start to talk on his own. You just have to let him speak.

“I just feel like I finally got the like… word that’s supposed to explain me. And it does,” Steve starts quietly. “But it comes with all this baggage. And most of the time, I’m just too scared to come out at all, so I wonder if I’m just faking.”

“You’re not faking.” Billy murmurs. “Definitely not. Straight boys just don’t kiss like that.”

“But are you sure?” Steve continues. “What if I’m just mucking everything up just like usual.”

Billy waits a beat before he can’t help but give in.

He shifts a little and wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders.

“You gonna say something perfect now,” Steve says with a pathetic little head shake, brown bangs bobbing in his face.

“No. I’m gonna give you a hug.” Billy says, pressing Steve’s head into his neck. “You’re worrying too much.”

The laptop tips and falls back, movie now playing to the ceiling.

But Steve doesn’t seem to mind, burrowing into Billy’s neck so quickly it takes Billy’s breath away. They fit together perfectly, like a dream.

“I feel like I just started and I’m failing.” Steve says miserably.. “And I couldn’t even tell you at first because I’m chickenshit.”

He’s speaking into Billy’s neck, the vibrations running through Billy’s neck and straight to his dick because he’s not a statue. If the guy he’s in love with starts nuzzling him and talking about his feelings, he’s going to get hard. He just can’t let Steve find out.

“You can’t fail being gay,” Billy rolls his eyes, chuckling a little.

Steve hesitates, and then starts to shake a little. Panic spears Billy right through the chest. Great going, now he made Steve cry.

But then Steve pulls away, his eyes full of mischief. He laughs, and Billy’s breath gets taken away all over again.

“When I say it out loud it does sound weird.”

“Right, it’s not a test!” Billy says, trying not to be distracted by Steve’s rumpled hair. It’s far too easy to over-imagine things in the fading afternoon light of a movie they’ve both forgotten.

He would come home from class and it could be just like this. Only he would be Steve’s and Steve would be hid.

“Yeah? Sure you don’t want to help me study, Professor Hargrove?” Steve giggles.

Billy’s mind goes blank, mixed up between fantasy and reality, and he just stares a moment while he waits to come back online.

Steve wants to go out. He wants reassurance from his friend. Billy needs to get a damn grip before he forgets that.

Billy reaches out and grabs Steve around the neck, yanking his head to Billy’s chest. He rubs his knuckles into Steve’s scalp hard. Steve yelps and squirms, laughing in a quick bark and gasping.

“Alright, Jesus, I’ll go out with ya,” Billy growls.

Steve manages to get his arms around Billy’s chest, grappling to get away. The laptop falls to the carpet with a full thud, cutting off the frantic music.

But it’s hard to clock it over Steve’s pained groan as he finally shoves Billy away and smacks weakly at Billy’s hands.

They struggle with a moment, arms tangling. Billy can only let out a helpless laugh when Steve straddles his stomach and tries to shove his hands above his head.

“Quit it,” Steve mumbles, shoving Billy’s hands to the bed and making a helpless noise, tightening his thighs against Billy’s bucking.

“‘Professor Hargrove,’ you’re such a dick,” Billy laughs, breathless.

Steve finally pins down Billy’s wrists, one in each hand. He’s huffing on a laugh of his own and then freezes, leaned over Billy.

Steve is flushed, his hair an absolute wreck. And he’s right fucking there, and Billy wants this so bad it feels like death to be this close to it.

Steve must see something on Billy’s face because he jerks in place, body twisting. His thighs flex as he lets Billy’s wrists go and leaps off the bed, almost falling.

“So you’ll go. Um, great. We’ll… um, we’ll go on Tuesday after most of the house leaves.” Steve nods along with himself like a bobble head doll.

“Yeah,” Billy squawks. “Tuesday sounds great. I… you know what, I need to shower because I was totally sweating in my lab.”

“Yeah. Totally.” Steve turns away, looking at the door and running his hands through his hair frantically.

“Yeah.” Billy nods, rising quickly and heading to the bathroom hastily.

With the door closed, it feels like it was a dream. A wet dream.

He can’t even grapple with what just happened. Not with his skin burning with the heat of Steve’s hands. Not until after he jacks off.

As he strips off his clothes with shaking hands, he wonders if Steve knows what he’s doing. The shame of that didn’t dim the arousal. He runs his hands down his face.

He wishes he could start over, go back to the moment he walked in. Maybe just walk right in to the shower. Maybe kiss Steve and pin him down on the bed.

He wishes he wasn’t such a coward.

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hoomandoescosplay · 7 months ago

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Offline | Velvette x Reader Oneshot

“I have snacks.” I cheer as I open Velvette’s bedroom door. I readjust my grip on all of the snacks in my arms, looking towards her. “Oh hell yeah.” Velvette says, her phone in hand. “Come in, I’ll make room for ya.”

I quickly take a seat next to her on her bed before releasing everything from my arms. All the snacks pile up on top of us as I grin at her. Velvette laughs as the snacks all pile up on them. “Damn, did you bring the whole snack selection or something?”

As she starts looking through them I snatch her phone from her. “We can’t have a good girls night without an overload of snacks, love.” I snicker. “And you’re offline for the rest of the night. No more phone.”

“Oh come on..” She says with a huff, crossing her arms. “I was texting Vox..” I roll my eyes at her. “Vox can survive a few hours without you. And if he can’t then he can go find Val and suck his dick or something.” I pocket her phone in the back of my jeans before grabbing a random snack.

“We haven’t had a girls night in forever Vel. You won’t even realize how long you’ve been without your phone.” Velvette dramatically lays back and groans. “Ugh, fine..” She says, rolling her eyes. “But I’m only doing this because I love you. You know that, right?”

My face heats up slightly making me silently curse. “I love you too.” I respond quickly before grabbing another snack and throwing it at her. “What’s the plan for tonight anyway?”

After Velvette sits back up, she crosses her legs. “I was thinking we could raid my closet and try on outfits. Watch some dumb romance movies, gossip.. normal girls night type stuff y’know?”

“I’m so down for that.” I open the chip bag I’m holding and start to eat them. “After I eat these though.” Velvette chuckles. “Alright, we’ll do outfit raiding after you’re done stuffing yourself with chips, you gremlin.”

“You’re too kind to me.” I say as I laugh at the nickname. “Damn right I am. I’m such a saint, I honestly deserve a reward for putting up with your snacking habits.” She says sarcastically.

I gasp dramatically. “I snack a normal amount, thank you very much.” I then place another chip in my mouth. “You snack more than me, which is a sin honestly.” She jokes, also grabbing a chip and eating it.

“Hey there are worse sins than gluttony.” I shrug as I tilt the chip bag in her direction. “Mm.. you have a point. I guess I’ll let it slide this time. Just for you.” She grabs a few more chips before grabbing the chip bag out of my hand and putting it on her bed side table. “Okay, snack break over. Time to raid my closet.”

“Alright alright. Let’s play dress up.” I laugh as I stand up from her bed. “Perfect.” Velvette says, standing up as well. “You know the drill, pick out whatever you want. I want to see you in something absolutely fierce. Like, something that will make others look at you and say, ‘holy hell, that girl is hot’.”

I give her a small salute as she pulls me into her enormous walk-in closet. “Yes ma’am.” “You know where everything is so feel free to dig through whatever you want. I have a few ideas for outfits I want you to try on, so I’ll also be picking out stuff here and there.”

Velvette starts digging through the dresses in her closet, already finding a few she wants to see me in. I can’t help but glance at her every so often as I start to look for outfits as well.

She occasionally glances over at me every so often as well making me smile. I can see she already has a few outfits she wants to have me try, and each one just gets… more revealing.

As I continue to look I feel her phone buzz in my pocket. I let out a small sigh as I pull it out and see that Vox is calling. I glance towards her one more time before answering it. “Velvette is busy but I can totally take a message.” I say innocently.

Velvette’s eyes widened when I answered her phone, immediately realizing what was going on. “(Y/N).” On the other line, Vox was confused upon hearing the unfamiliar voice respond. He paused for a moment before responding. “Uh.. who is this?”

“Aww boo does she not talk about me?” I whine playfully. “She talks about you and Val a lot. Guess she doesn’t love me.” I sigh dramatically. Vox chuckled. “Oh, I think I know who you are. You’re (Y/N), right?” Velvette was about to snatch her phone back from me when he said that, making her pause.

“Ding ding ding. Look at that, the TV is pretty smart.” I continue to tease as Velvette and I circle each other. Vox laughs a bit more. “What are you doing answering her phone, anyway?”

Velvette was getting annoyed now, and starting to reach for her phone again. I dodge her attempts, continuing to talk to Vox. “I told her she’s offline for the night.”

Vox snorts on the other line. “Did you really?” Velvette finally manages to snatch her phone out of my hands, and pins me against the wall. My face immediately turns red from our position. “Hey-” I start off as I try to collect myself.

“We had an agreement Vel.” I whine as I stare at her. God she’s extremely close to me right now. “I never agreed to that, and you know it.” She says, getting closer to me, her face inches from mine.

On the phone, Vox was quiet. “Uh.. am I interrupting something…?” Somehow my face heats up even more from his words. Velvette moves closer still, basically pinning me between her and the wall. She holds her phone up to her ear. “You could say that, yeah.”

Once again, Vox is quiet on the other end for a few moments. “Uhh, should I hang up or-?” Velvette and I stare at each other before she responds. “Nah no need.”

“You sure? Because I feel like I’m interrupting something.” Vox says, still confused. Velvette’s gaze turns back to me and she smiles, her nose almost touching mine now. A small squeak escapes me.

He laughs as he hears me. “Yeah, definitely interrupting something.” Velvette lets out a small chuckle, her lips almost brushing against mine. My breath hitches as my eyes dart between her eyes and lips. What the hell is happening right now?

Vox continues to chuckle. “Vel, is she blushing?” Velvette smiles at the question, her thumb tracing my cheek gently. “Oh, she definitely is.” My eyes narrow at their teasing. “Fuck off both of you.” Vox laughed again as I said that. “Damn, she’s feisty.”

“You have no idea.” Velvette says. She still hasn’t moved, her gaze still fixated on me, studying my every feature. My hands grab her waist pulling her in closer. “Love ya but I didn’t sign up for a threesome.”

At that, Vox laughs even harder. “Oh my God-” I start to laugh as well. “Settle down, dumbass. I’m not interested.” She directs to Vox. Her hand is still pressed up against the wall trapping me, but my hands on her waist make her eyes widen a bit, still staring into mine.

I let out of my hands trail up her body until it grips her phone. “As fun as this was, Vox I think she’s going to hang up now.” Vox laughs even more, completely enjoying this. “Oh by all means-” Before he can finish his sentence, I hang up the call and toss the phone.

“Much better.” I say happily before my gaze darkens. “As interesting as a threesome would be, you gotta communicate a bit more.” I tease. “Is that so?” Velvette says, a smirk on her face. “So you’d be into that, huh?”

“I said nothing of the sort.” I grin as I stare at her. “You said a threesome would be interesting.” She says, bringing her face closer to mine. “Which means you have at least some interest in it, darling.”

“I’m more interested in when you developed feelings for me.” I say lowly. Velvette is slightly caught off-guard by my question, her eyes widening for a second but she quickly regains her composure. “And if I said awhile ago?”

“Then I’d say I’m as blind as a fucking bat.” I laugh slightly. “Maybe you are.” She says with a shrug. “Or, I’m just the master at hiding my feelings for you.” I hum in thought. “I thought my feelings were one-sided this whole time.”

“You did?” She says as her hands come to rest on my shoulders. “Darling, I thought mine were one-sided. I thought you were completely uninterested in me in that way.”

I pull her in closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, and resting my head in the crook of her neck. “Were both fucking idiots oh my god.” Velvette laughed, wrapping her arms around me in return. “Looks like it.” She lets out a content hum before speaking again. “Damn, we’re both dumb as hell… We could’ve been making out ages ago.”

I lift my head up as I give her a sly smile. “Never too late to start.” Velvette smiles back at me. “I like the way you think.” Without another word, her lips press to mine, her hands moving up from my shoulders to my face, caressing my jaw while mine are still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close.

My hands grip her hips tighter as I deepen the kiss. Velvette’s tongue brushes against my bottom lip and after a moment I part my lips, letting her tongue explore my mouth.

Her hands grip my face a bit tighter as she kisses me harder. When she finally pulls back, she chuckles slightly. “Damn, you’re a good kisser, darling.” I can’t help but laugh at her words.

“All because I took away your phone. Being offline can be beneficial sometimes, love.” She rolls her eyes but she’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give you that one. It was worth giving up my phone for a bit just for that.”

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enhaheeseung · 1 year ago

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Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst-ish

WC: 1,168k

Part 8 Sorry for the short chap. The next one will be longer with a lil angst and jealousy👀

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“Hey, y/n, I know it’s really early, and you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to know if you’re okay with me coming over tonight? Maybe we could talk over dinner or watch a movie like we used to just to catch up and talk some things over. I get out of work early, so just let me know!!”

He sent you that message hours ago, and still no reply. Even when he was packing up to leave work, there still wasn’t any word from you, which soured his mood for the whole entire day, needless to say.

He sighed, doing his same boring routine, turning off the little lamp on his desk, getting ready to go home, and just waiting for this day to be over cause nothing good came out of it. You haven’t communicated with him in the past couple of days. His meetings all went like shit cause he could barely comprehend what was going on cause he couldn’t focus on anything but you. All in all, it’s just been rough. He’d seen better days, but at least there was a comfy bed waiting for him at home.

“Early leave?” Jake rounds the corner, nearly running into Heeseung.

“Hmm mm,” he hums softly. The tone of his hum was enough to tell that he was just tired and completely exhausted, and if that wasn’t evidence enough, the eye bags made it obvious.

“You good?” Heeseung nods. “Okay,” Jake gave him a small pat on the shoulder. “Just know I’m available if you need me and Jay too. He can be a dick sometimes, but he’s worried about you even if he’s too prideful to say it,” Jake chuckles, making Heeseung’s lips curve into the smallest smile.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll keep that in mind. Take it easy tonight, yeah? I’ll see you next week.”

“See you next week,” Jake says, giving a final salute as Heeseung leaves for the day.

You were pacing for what felt like hours ever since you received that text from your husband or ex-husband. At this point, you’re not really sure what the two of you are, but that’s beside the point cause you were literally on the verge of crying, ripping out your hair out, and vomiting.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but Lee freaking heeseung the man you’re still so deeply in love with us asking you to have dinner with him. How could you stay calm knowing he wanted to see you and talk with you?

You’d be lying if you said seeing his text first thing in the morning didn’t make you smile and light up like a Christmas tree.

You were like seconds away from saying yes, yes, and yes, but before you could, you had to rationalize this in your head because wouldn’t that be letting him back in too easily? What if he tried to sweet-talk his way back in? You’re not sure if you were strong enough to say no, especially to his face.

Ugh.

You sighed, feeling a headache coming on. You just decided to ultimately ignore his text cause if he was really serious about you, then he’d be persistent. Saying no to him one time shouldn’t be enough for him to give up on you, and if he did, that would be a sign that he probably didn’t want you back anyways.

Except you wanted to see him so bad, being away from him was hard enough, especially at night. You just wanted to hold him, talk to him, spend time with him, but all that would have to wait until he proves himself and proves to you that he’s truly sorry. You just wish time would go by sooner cause every day without him felt like a month.

Even past midnight, heeseung was waiting on a message from you, a message that never came.

He sighed in frustration but reminded himself to stay level-headed about the situation, even if it was upsetting and, hurtful and confusing. He had to suck it up. He’s put you through so much worse, and the pain he’s going through right now is well deserved.

So he just continued on his journey to reclaim his spot in your heart, trying his best to focus on the positive even though there were many more negatives.

“Hey, y/n, I’m sure you’re probably sleeping now. Sorry for always bothering you when you’re asleep :( I just wanted to say I hope you had a good day today. I've been thinking of you all day, Couldn’t even get any work done cause I miss you so much anyways. I’ll leave you alone now. Have a good night, y/n. Hope to hear from you soon!”

You nearly jumped from your spot on your bed when you heard your phone go off. You had been thinking about Heeseung so much you couldn’t even get any sleep cause he was on your mind all day and night, even past midnight, and you were still only thinking of him and what he was doing.

You quickly grabbed and snatched up your phone, hoping it was him. As soon as you saw that it was, you squealed, and you probably woke up Sunghoon in the process, but it was for a good reason.

Your heart warmed immediately when you read his text. He was so sweet and thoughtful, and again, you just wanted to hop out of bed, drive back home, and sleep in his arms all night long, but you refrained from doing so, but you couldn’t not reply to his text this time he was obviously putting in the effort, and you didn’t want to seem like you just weren’t receptive of his gestures.

“Goodnight, heeseung,” you typed out and left it at heeseung and not hee cause you didn’t want him to think things were how they used to be or even close he’d have to earn that nickname back.

When heeseung saw your little typing dots, his heart nearly pumped out of his chest.

But first of all, why were you up so late? He frowned. You should be asleep getting your beauty rest.

Although he couldn’t complain when he saw your text, he literally kicked his feet while grinning at the screen like a love-struck fool.

He hearted your message right away. The text itself wasn’t big, but the fact you even bothered replying was enough for him. It gave him hope that there was still a little spark that he could ignite into a flame.

“Just give it time, heeseung, give it time,” he murmured, shutting off his phone, the smile never leaving his face when his head hit his pillow, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like he could finally rest peacefully.

You were wide awake, on the other hand, mind flooded with nothing but heeseung, and you’d definitely be in contact with him tomorrow cause you couldn’t go any longer without seeing him.

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multiwreckedmess · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 6

Prompt: Dubcon/Noncon Pairing: Frat!Changbin x fem!reader WC: 2,170 Summary: Changbin’s boys went out for a boys night. Changbin stayed in to stay with you. You stayed in to work on your capstone. This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW/CW: DUB. CON. Coercion, overpowering, pestering, objectification, constant boundary violations. Pet names: love, babe, bunny boy. Unprotected intercourse. Oral (m. receiving). Dry humping. Masturbation (male)

“Surprise!” Changbin yelled as he threw open the door to greet you. The boys were all gone for once. All the boys except for your boy. Changbin instead of being social and going out for boys night had decided to forgo the movie and drinks for working out and lazing around. Arms laden with a tote full of books, your overnight bag, and your laptop bag, you tried to feign excitement for him. “Yay?” You push past him to drop your things in the entryway. “It’s…it’s so quiet.” You marvel. “I can hear my own thoughts.” Changbin attaches himself to you immediately, full weight pinning you to the wall as his hand delves into your jeans with a groan. “I’m gonna fuck you on every horizontal surface. Shit, even the vertical ones. Gonna make this apartment ours.” He promises as covers your neck and shoulder in kisses and bites. You shove your elbow into his side, he barely budges. “Binnie,” you whine, “hey, hey, HEY! I have work! I have work!” Your plees crescendo into shouts, finally bucking him off. He stands stock still, eyes wide and lip pouted like a puppy. “Study later?” Asking, aegyo voice in full effect. It’s hard not to roll your eyes as his switch up from domineering to begging. It was the duality of the man you loved. “No, study now. The faster I study the faster we can fuck,” you say the magic word and watch his face light up. “Maybe fuck, MAYBE.”

Your belongings practically levitate to his room, Changbin in full cheerleader mode. All in the name of getting your work done so that he can have his way with your cute ass. He tries so hard, really, he does. Practically hovering over you to make sure any need you have is met. Water? Check. Post-it notes? Check. Snacks? Check. He sits eagerly in his computer chair awaiting your requests, no matter how small. But even the best of boys gets impatient with a cute girl lounging in their bed. Belly down into the mattress the natural curve of your spine up to your perky ass has him fantasizing about all the things he wanted tonight, each passing minute needing to narrow down his list. You suck on the cap of your pen, a habit that helped you focus, an oral fixation. Oh it was too much for him, watchin you poke at your upper lip before placing it just between them. He shoves his hand down his pants, thumbing over the head of his dick as it flexes. You see him out of the corner of your eye, staring at you unabashedly as a conspicuous lump in his pants moves in time with his breaths. “Changbin, are you kidding me? Are you getting off in the corner?” “You won’t stop sucking that pen so yeah. Yeah I’m getting off to my girlfriend. Sue me.” He keeps pumping his fist as you glare at him, gaze quickly shifting back to your laptop screen. Your mild annoyance is a little hot. Or is it your attention that he gets off on? Changbin doesn’t think much further about it, getting out of his computer chair to stand just over your shoulder. “Maybe you could help me, help you.” He offers, sliding down his sweats. “You know, something to have in your mouth.” Rolling your eyes, you ignore him. You know if you give him and inch he’ll take a mile. The drooling head of his cock presses to the outside of your cheek gently, a physical suggestion paired with his words. Bold. You still stare at your computer screen, not even reading the article pulled up in your browser. He presses again, a strand of precum clinging to your cheek as he pulls back. “Just a kiss, just a little peck? C’mon babe, I promise, you just keep putting that pen in your mouth and it should be me.” He whines, pairing his words with another jab, lower into the corner of your lips. “I won’t be able to see my computer with your cock in my face,” you hiss, eyes unwavering. Rubbing the side of his shaft against your lips he pouts. “It’s not that big. See? Just, just kiss the side for me. I won’t ask for any more, okay?” With a sigh your lips pucker and softly peck his dick which seems to shut him up. He doesn’t stop though, continuing to let your lips rub against the velvety skin, teasing up along the veins. He knows eventually, eventually you’ll slip. And you do, your mouth doesn’t stay closed forever and eventually you refocus on the article and what do you do when you focus? You suck. It’s your habit. Lips curling around the spongy tip, letting it bump against the walled fortress of your teeth. Even this much has Changbin entranced, watching your cheek hollow as he tugs the head from your suckling lips with a pop. How easy it was with just enough persistence to slide even a little more inside with the next thrust, pressing out that same hollow leaving the imprint of his cock. You don’t even realize that your jaw has slackened and he’s pushing further into your mouth, letting your teeth lightly drag along the shaft. It tingles as he shallowly thrusts against your tongue, slowly lapping at his slit. His gaze softens as he loses himself to the inviting warmth of your mouth, tugging your head into a better position, even as you fight to maintain some semblance of studying. “Changbin! I can’t-” you start to try to tell him that you can’t see your work, but he doesn’t care. “Just a little more love, a little more and I won’t bother you I promise,” he’s breathless as he uses the opportunity to shove himself even deeper, cock head pressing past the tight ring of muscle and into your throat. Nose pressed to the soft skin of his lower abs he fucks deeply as your body starts to fight him. Gagging and tearing up, your hands come to his thighs, trying to push off of him but he’s unrelenting. Finally you tap him twice and he releases his hold. Mascara running and saliva clinging to your frow, you’re unamused. “Changbin let me finish. Then you can finish.”

His cock is violently reddish purple and ready to blow. “What if-what if I just hump your ass?” Changbin tries to bargain. “You’ll be able to see your computer. I’ll be able to cum. I won’t get in your way at all I promise.” “Seo Chang Bin. You keep promising-” “I know, I know, I know,” he’s already straddling your hips, palms pressing your jean covered ass. “See? There’s no way for me to get in the way here. Please? Please I really, I won’t get in your way.” Turning over your shoulder to give him a withering glance, he sticks his lower lip out in a pout. “I’ll get blue balls please. Don’t give your darling boyfriend blue balls.” “Going to wish I gave you blue balls,” you mutter under your breath. “Yeah, okay, fine. Hump away you dumb bunny boy.” Without a second thought he roughly yanks your jeans and underwear down, just under the globe of your ass. The drag of the fabric burns slightly, much to your mounting annoyance. Even worse is his fingers, probing between your lush thighs to spread your gathered slick along your crack. “I fucking knew you liked it.” Changbin smirks, the smug bastard. Spreading your cheeks to accommodate his girth he slowly runs his spit soaked length along your crack. You continue to try to read this stupid idiot fucking article as your big horny boyfriend uses you like a toy. Pulling your hips up just a bit to meet his thrusts, he relishes in the way you rebound and jiggle with each push and pull of his cock. While he’d prefer to watch your walls stretch around his girth, this will have to do. His thumbs keep him sandwiched between as he humps away, force dimpling your lower back.

As much as you try to remain head down in your research, the twisting turning snake of desire is awake in your belly. It’s not that you don’t want to fuck him, it’s that you can’t fuck him right now. It would be irresponsible. To get into a good graduate program you had to be responsible, one of you did at least. His lewd grunts and rutting was not helping you stick to your gut. Fuck, your guts weren’t helping, winding like a spring, tension without relief. It’s not enough, his grunts and groans of effort as he fucks the cleft of your ass filling the room. He adjusts you again, your hands clinging to the edges of your computer as he grabs your waist to arch your ass higher. God you’re glistening below him and he can’t help but note that you haven’t progressed at all in your reading. The clock ticks closer to his roommates coming home and losing the opportunity. A thick finger travels your slit, greedy eyes seeing nothing but opportunity. Changbin slips a single digit into your entrance, cunt squeezing down and pulling him in. “Changbin! Are you kidding me?” Your head swivels around. Try as you might to sound stern, your leg twitches as he swirls his finger inside of you. Vision going fuzzy for a second you blink extra hard to force your focus. “Changbin, are you listening?” He pulls his finger from you, licking it clean with a smile. “Yeah I am.” You don’t even get to turn around before his cock is pressing into you, your arm lashing out to swat backwards at him. “I gave you a fucking inch, dickwad!” “Just the tip, I just need to put the tip in. Please it’ll be like two minutes, I’ll cum fast, I promise I’ll cum so fast if you let me-” his mouth runs a mile a minute, like a caught con man. The tip is already well buried past your entrance, thick ridge popping in and out as his hips roll. To your chagrin and shame it feels so good. You’re so wet and ready for him the slide is easy, your protests is hollow as your hips fuck back on him, eager to fill your walls more. “God damn it, fuck you’re thick. Fuck Changbin.” “God, I know, and you’re taking me so well. I promise, two minutes,” he pushes deeper as he leans over you, closing the lid of your laptop and moving it safely to the side. It’s that small gesture that clues what’s left of your rational mind into the fact that you’re fucked. Not just fucked as in being penetrated, fucked as in brace for impact. Changbin braces himself against the frame of the bed, knuckles white, using every muscle in his body to rail you into the mattress. You’re screaming and shaking, legs scrambling to get under you unsuccessfully. The speed and force is overwhelming, leaving you breathless with each percussive hit. Your hands find his arms, grabbing on and slipping and grabbing to try to rebalance yourself. Sweat from his brow drips onto your back. Neither of you breathe, Changbin gritting his teeth. He could at least keep this promise, two minutes. Changbin can feel his peak coming, fucking blindly into your heat. Without warning your walls clamp around him hard as your feet kick and legs stiffen. Gasping your release floods his cock and ruins the sheets, leaving you ragged below him. Just like a little fuckdoll. The ringing in his ears all but forces a crazed tunnel vision. He’s been denying his release for so long, delaying it and saving it for your wet warmth. Ramming himself as deep as he can go he practically topples off the bed as he cums, grunt caught in his throat, sounding more like a half choked whine.

Both of your releases spilling out and coating the back of your things and his lower abdomen he rolls the both of you to the side to keep himself from crushing you below him. Small after-shocks rock your bodies as you lay quietly together. Changbin takes mental stock of the physical damages; nail marks clawed into his arms (deserved), bed soaked through (a small triumph), potentially sore vagina (whoops), and a growing hickey on your shoulder that he hadn’t realized he’d left. His hand rests on your shoulder, raising and lowering with your slowing breaths. “I can carry you to the bath,” he offers quietly. “If you want.” “Did you cum inside me?” You hesitate for a second, knowing the answer but needing to hear it from him. “I got carried away- I-, shit,” Changbin drapes his arm over you and squeezes. Comically this small squeeze is enough to force more cum to leak out between your thighs, emphasizing his answer. You sigh. It would be fine. It was always fine. “A bath would be nice, babe.”

Yeah. That’s. Well. As a debrief I just wanted to say again. Even if a person seems to “want” something you should always ask for consent. Even if someone starts out wanting a sexual experience they can revoke it. Fantasies and experiences should be planned beforehand and both parties need to agree. Anyway. I think that’ll be about the heaviest it gets.

Sorry Binnie i love you so much. Sorry i made you a pest.

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