#there's shit I wanted to do today can I please go back to wanting to do anything

[futbolfatale]

Love at a flash

MasterList

Pairing: Alpha Paige Bueckers/Omega Reader

Based on This Request!

Summary: Meeting Paige when she is taking her dallas photos that leads fucking in her cowboy hat.

Tags: Scenting, Breeding, kink/mentions of breeding, Oral Sex (R! Receiving),

WordCount: 1.1K

Being on the photography team for the Dallas Wings was never your dream. But still, it’s a good job that you have insurance and flexible hours. That being said, it does have a downside, that being all of the unmated alphas. Normally, they would flirt a little and get over it. You were one of the only unmated omegas employed by the wings, which put an obvious target on your back. The difference with Paige is that she doesn’t use her words to flirt with you like the other Wings do. She flirts with her eyes and fills the room with her scent.

She is supposed to be looking at the camera, but she keeps looking over at you while you control the lighting. “Here, Paige, your very own welcome to Texas,” Alexis hands Paige the boots and hat. She props the hat on her head, looking straight up into your eyes. The ice blue of her eyes is startling, and she doesn’t look away as the camera flashes. “Thanks, Paige, I think that’s all we need from you today. Amazing job, everybody.”

You start to pack up all the lighting equipment. You help your co-workers tote the heavy bags of equipment back to the van. One could say you're extremely helpful, or they could say that you just wanted to avoid a certain flirty alpha. Once the Van is loaded, everyone leaves outside waiting for the boss so we can get back to the studio. While everyone else is shit talking or lighting up a cigerette you sit in the back of the van with the doors open. You scroll through your Instagram trying to make time pass quicker. It seems to be working, your feed is filled with news about the draft and thirst edits of Paige. So maybe you enjoy the occasional Paige Bueckers edit, but she could never know. Not that she would ever have a chance to be around you other than the photography session, once in a blue moon. “What are you watching?” Someone asks, looking over your shoulder. The slick back blonde bun and cowboy hat make you want to run away. “Nothing.” You shut your phone and slip it into your pocket quickly. “OHHH c’mon just tell me im even more interested now.” She leans in, her scent flooding in all around you. Her scent of Apple and white tea is just aggressive enough to make to listen to her. She didn't even need to use an alpha command. 

“At least come inside and get some water. I think Alexis is going to be a while longer, and it’s a little warm outside.” Paige tries to convince you. “I’m fine out here, my water bottle is in one of these bags.” You rummage around searching for your bag. ‘Please come inside with me.” Her voice has taken a soft tone, and she grabs both of your hands between hers. It is a miracle none of your co-workers have realized what's going on. Well, your arousal scent will be giving it away any minute now. “Come back inside with me,” she brings both of your guys' hands to her lips. She presses a gently kiss to your knuckles and your fucked. I mean who could look this gorgeous Alpha women straigh in her eyes and say ‘’no i don’t want to fuck you’’ nobody that the problem and she knows it. You follow her back into the building, your co-workers watching with laughter and crude jokes. 

“Sorry. This is really not where I wanted to take you, but the rest of the team is in the locker room.” Paige explains, pushing you gently against the wall of the janitor's closet. She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, licking at your scent gland. “This is a bad idea. If you get caught, you could get kicked off the team.”You try to reason. As much as you want this, she shouldn’t ruin her career over one hook-up. “That's where you are wrong, They want alpha players to find their fated mates. You know why?” She asks, but the question is not meant to be answered. “But we're not,” you start to talk, only for Paige to press her hand against your mouth. “But we are. I feel it, you know. They say alphas can tell their mate from the first look, and I knew. God sculpted you for me. He made you perfect in every way. He made it so we would meet right now so that I can be here with you.” Paige makes her point by rubbing her fingers over your scent gland, sending a shiver down your body. “Once your body recognizes me as your mate, you’ll fall into heat, and then I will fill you with my pups. Would you like that?” She asks, grinding against you. “I want it. Please want you,”  that's all Paige needs to hear. She unbuttons your pants, sliding down onto her knees in front of you. When she gets to your ankles, she pauses to untie your shoes and slip those off as well. She sets them aside with gentle care, and your pants follow. She takes the time to fold your pants before setting them on top of your shoes. This fuels your frustration, you grab the top of her hat and pull her face back to your thighs.

“Patience, baby. I'm getting there.” Paige laughs softly, running her hands up and down your thighs. You don’t feel like waiting; she wanted you, and now she needs to follow through. “Just.. please god, want you inside me.” You moan, hips rolling against her. “You're going to have me just be patient. I want to taste you first.” Paige finally pulls your underwear down before ducking between your thighs. She starts at your clit sucking at it with practicied ease.”You taste so good.”She whispers against your skin before moving lower to lick at your slit. You lean more heavily into the wall and let your legs spread wider for her. She wraps her arms around your thighs, holding you in place while she gets her taste. “Fuck we got to go we can’t do this here. It won’t be good for you.”Paige stands abruptly, leaving you panting against the wall. “Paige what the fuck is wrong with you” You whisper shout pushing off the wall and grabbing her hand.

“We can’t do this here. Let me get your pants back on, and we can take this to my apartment. I promise you'll get your orgasm there.” Paige rubs her thumb over the back of your hand while she speaks. “Here,” She pulls away to grab your clothes and help you get dressed. Once you're dressed, Paige takes your hand and takes you out to the parking lot. You're surprised to see the work van gone, along with most of the cars that had previously been in the lot. “Cmon, my car's over here.” You follow Paige mostly because you want to, but also because you don’t have another option.

Should the Reader get a nickname for future blubs for this?

[tiramissyoucake]

I'm finally baaack. I'm rlly rusty so please be patient wit me. Here's a Mohawk Mark coming back to bimbo-coded reader

Mark learned a lesson today; you live your life believing you're the strongest until you have to face your own demons, literally in this case. Fighting a copy of himself who had the same power as him left him exhausted, blood that seeped down his nose and dried now tangy on his lips, he lost his hearing for a full 2 minutes and worst of all? He got nothing he was promised.

He found a way back to his own dimension, in some lawn of an unsuspecting family; he debated on going in and killing them to make himself feel better but... God, he was tired.

For the first time in Mark's life since he got his powers; he was exhausted. All that could make him feel better was a coma. Wobbling to his feet, he groaned to himself quietly as he wiped away at his face, dried blood flaking off and clinging to his gloves. He could rest easy now that he's in his own dimension... maybe you'd be awake.

It was past midnight as he hovered over the neighbourhood, an irritated expression stuck on his face as he followed a familiar route to your home, did time pass? How long was he gone? He knew dimension magic made no sense, a small part of him worried you'd turn him away for disappearing.

A soft light eminated from your window. You were probably having trouble sleeping. Mark took a deep breath, lifting his bruised knuckles to the window and knocking in a rhythm that you'd recognize (as if anyone else would knock on your window to sneak in).

Hope seemed to trickle away with every moment that passed. Were you ignoring him? Did you hate him? Were you scared of him? He shut his eyes tightly, why was he worrying now? You loved him, he knows you do.

"Mark?"

Every ounce of his tough guy attitude practically shrunk away as your voice reached his ears. You knew that dumb mohawk anywhere. You looked at him with an emotion he couldn't name, confusion? Betrayal? Shock? A familiar scent that he mentally tied to you wafted to him, dragging him to your windowsill.

"Yeah— it's me." He started, finally finding the casual tone to respond. "... can I come in? I know I've been gone for a while— I just..."

Your hands came to rest over his as he struggled to keep his image while being vulnerable to you, sighing. "... this is gonna sound corny as shit, but I really needed to see you."

You laughed, bordering on a sigh as you guided him inside, your room was relatively the same except for a few shuffled plushies, books and items of the sort. His feet reconnected with the ground as he settled in your room, holding one of your hands.

"My god..." You mumbled, his features now clearer in the dim glow of your room's lamps and laptop light, your hand cupped his cheek. "Baby, what happened? You look horrible..!"

He snorted, his cheek leaning into your warm nailed hand. "You would not believe the shit I've been through the past 3 days."

"3 days..?" you mumbled, tilting your head curiously. "You've only been gone for a day."

So the calculations he was given were off... a part of him was glad he came back so soon, but a sadistic part of him wanted to disappear for longer to make you miss him.

"... did you miss me?" He smugly asked, the smile widening as he heard your familiar laugh. "Oh, absolutely, I missed you sooo much!"

Mark's arms wrapped around you and tugged you closely, his nose almost nudging against yours. "Yeah? Missed me bad, didn't you, baby?" He asked over your flustered giggling, your hands cupping his cheeks. "C'mon, tell me how much you missed me."

"Shut uuup! You're so gross!" You laughed, no real malice behind your words as he guided you to your bed and flopping down on your fluffy, Inviting sheets, plushies jumping slightly before sitting back in place or toppling aside. "Mark! Nooo! You stink!"

"You love it." He grunted as he nuzzled his face into your neck, biting and kissing as you tried to wrestle him aside. "Noooo!! Stop smearing your grime on me!"

He laughed as you tried to push him away, licking his lips— suddenly, the dried blood was the least of his worries now. "I'm marking my territory! Stop moving!"

The giggling and laughing echoed in your room, your sleeping trouble gone, his exhaustion seeping away, his heart felt disgustingly full.

Mark winced as he sat up with a groan, his hand coming up to his neck. "Oh.. a-are you okay..?" You asked in an unsure tone, sitting up. "Jeez, Marky... who messed you up?"

He grunted, hissing as he sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't wanna know... can you patch me up?" He rolled his shoulder as you got up. "Hmm, 'Kay.. take it easy, alright?"

Mark hummed in response as you leaned down to kiss him briefly, he licked his lips; a habit he developed after everytime he kissed you. "... you going to bed with gloss on?"

"It's from a lip mask, dummy!"

[fuctacles]

Competition(?)

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@genderthings Stobin at work: Entertainment. Thanks @stevesjockstrap for the extra brain power 💚 T | CC has more talking parts here

"There's... a surprisingly big crowd today," Doug points out as he looks around The Hideout. From their dimly lit stage, they can't see the tables well, but the ambient chatter around tells them the small bar is packed with more people than would normally make sense on a Tuesday night. 

"Maybe there was football match?" Eddie suggests, scrunching his nose. It happened once before--overjoyed fans coming over for celebratory drinks. They had to play a few pop covers to appease them and avoid their tires getting slashed. Thankfully Gareth knows ABBA better than any respected metalhead should. 

"Not one I know about," Chrissy frown thoughtfully as she adjusts their microphones. She's been coming out with them for months now, helping with the set up and on a couple occasions even letting them persuade her into doing some back up vocals. 

"Hey, kids!" 

They turn their heads to find Bev jumping up the stage towards them.

"What's up, boss?" Eddie smiles to her his parent-pleasing smile. Well, adult-pleasing in general.

"Sorry for the late notice, but you're sharing the stage tonight," she says. 

"Oh?" Eddie raises his eyebrows and the rest of the bands comes closer to listen in.

"Yeah, these two radio hosts became popular recently and wanted to try some jokes out on stage. We thought today would be fine, since--"

"Since nobody comes in on Tuesdays," Eddie nods. 

"Well, the word spread so..." she pointedly motions towards the tables. "It's a good chance for you, so don't fuck it up."

"Uh huh." Eddie nods absentmindedly. "No pressure."

"Just play a few normal songs."

"Normal songs?!" Gareth splutters, like he isn't the one humming Madonna in the shower. 

Bev only grins, knowing full well that it rails them up. 

"They have half an hour before you come in, but they couldn't give me a proper estimate. They'll announce you, so keep your ears out."

Jeff rolls his eyes. 

"Oh, great. A pair of divas." 

Bev gives him a flat look.

"They're still kids with no idea what they're doing. Just like you."

Eddie watches her leave the stage and a sinking feeling settles in his gut. He swats at Chrissy's arm to get her attention.

"Hey Chris. How many chaotic kids could be working at the Hawkins Radio, you think?"

"Huh?" She frowns at him in confusion, before the same conclusion as his comes to her mind. "Shit."

"Shit," Eddie agrees with a nod. He turns to look at the backstage door, slightly ajar from their trips with equipment. Chrissy follows his line of sight, expecting the universe to prove them right any time now, since they've already solved its cruel plans.

"Fuck are you staring at, come help with the drums," Doug flicks at Eddie's shoulder when their stillness prolongs, and that's the moment the universe pushes Steve&Robin out of the door. 

They're bouncing around and laughing from the nervous energy bubbling inside. 

Doug pats them both on the shoulders and leaves them be, drum duties forgotten. 

Robin peeks over the stage at the people gathered in the bar. 

"Why are there so many people?" she hisses to her best friend, gathered right behind her. 

"Dunno. They had ten people audience last time I've checked," he whispers back. 

"Yeah, they're here for you," Eddie speaks up, making them look up in perfect sync. 

"Eddie!"

"Chrissy!"

They crawl onto the stage foregoing the stairs just a few steps away. 

"Hey guys! I hope you don't mind that we're sharing the stage tonight?" Steve smiles sheepishly. 

"We thought it would be a small crowd to test out a few bits, but uh..." Robin looks again at the occupied tables. 

"Yeah, turns out some radio celebrities are performing tonight, can you believe?" Chrissy teases. 

"Stop," Robin waves at her, cheeks going red. "We didn't think anyone cared!"

"We mentioned it only once on the air today," Steve nods along. "What if we're like, bad?" He winces. 

"Guys, dudes." Eddie raises his eyebrows. "Your show is funny."

"Oh. You listen to it?"

Are Steve's cheeks turning pink or is he having a stroke?

"Yeah, my friends have a radio show, of course I listen to it," he scoffs playfully. 

"You're like a walking comedy duo together, just be you and don't overthink it," Chrissy adds. 

"So we're like clowns," Steve frowns, and before Eddie can tell him he's make the cutest clown out there, Robin is shaking him.

"That's a good thing, dingus! Clowns are funny! Clowns make people laugh!"

Well, whatever works for them.

"Well, clowns." Jeff slams his hands on Robin and Steve's shoulders. "How would you want to join the other clowns in our pre-show warm ups?" he offers. 

Eddie wants to glare at him but he's busy glaring at his hand on Steve's shoulder already. 

"Like vocal exercises?" Robin asks curiously. 

"And stretches, yeah," Chrissy nods, remembering how dumb they can get with those. It would be weird if she bailed today since she always joins in no matter if she's going on stage or not. Meaning she's going to make the monkey noises in front of Robin, in solidarity with Eddie. 

"Eddie is really good at popping backs!" Gareth pipes up out of nowhere throwing an arm over Eddie's shoulder. "You should try it, Steve!"

Eddie gives up on the glaring to look at Steve, smiling shyly at him. 

"That sounds really good, actually. If you don't mind?" he cocks his head. 

"Nuh, uh, not at all," Eddie shakes his head, feeling his mouth getting dry. 

"Great! Let's go!" Jeff grins, pulling them towards the backstage. Gareth pushes Eddie and Chrissy after them.

"You're welcome," he whispers to them.

It's almost impressive how many paired exercises they could come up with on the spot.

Tagsies: @blasvemous @wheneverfeasible @phantomcat94 @eyehartart

[bettelaboure]

⊹The Art of The First Time⊹ | Choi Seung-Hyun

fourth part in series "Course in Chemistry"

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⊹ Pairing: Choi Seung-Hyun x Reader

⊹ Warnings: sexual tension, explicit sexual exploration, embarrassment, mature language, peer pressure, and high school dynamics involving gossip and judgment

⊹ Summary: the reader reluctantly agrees to be tutored by awkward and quiet Seung-Hyun, she fullfil her side of the deal to be the one teaching him life’s more intimate lessons

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​​It was Thursday and you needed to blow off some steam.

"Come onnnn!" you groaned under your breath. "Just do it!" Your fingers moved faster, desperation tingling under your skin. "Please... please, God, let me."

Your eyes stared up at the ceiling, your other hand gripping the sheets. You were so close. So needy. So—

Knock, knock.

"Y/N?" your mom's voice rang through the door. "Is everything okay in there?"

For fuck's sake.

"Yeah! Everything's fine, Mom!" you called out, scrambling to pull the hoodie down over your legs.

"Okay. Your dad and I are leaving now. We won’t be back till late."

"Tell everyone I said hi," you muttered as you heard her footsteps fade.

You got out of bed, your legs still trembling slightly, frustration boiling just under the surface. You walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself—just a hoodie and your underwear. Your tanned skin stood out against the creamy white cotton.

"Why can't you just do it?" you whispered, cheeks flushed, hair a tangled mess. The irony wasn’t lost on you—here you were, tutoring Choi Seung-Hyun about sex, and you couldn't even finish yourself off.

Shit. Seung-Hyun.

You glanced at the clock. Less than thirty minutes to get to his place, and it was a twenty-five-minute walk if you didn’t stop.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed as you scrambled to find pants. Where the hell were they?!

Tripping over your own feet while pulling them on, you barely made it into the bathroom. As you brushed your hair and splashed water on your face, your mind raced.

What the hell were you going to teach Seung-Hyun today? You'd covered kissing. You'd made out. Was it time for... fingering?

Did you even want his fingers inside you?

You shook the thought off. It was too soon. Probably.

When you arrived, only a couple minutes late, he didn’t mention the time. Instead, Seung-Hyun opened the door and let you in, his usual soft-spoken manner putting you at ease.

It was another Past-tense session. You went through the basics. Another test sheet. A five this time. Better than a two.

"Do you even attend English class?" he asked as he handed back your paper.

You shrugged, eyes averted. It was a clear 'no'.

He sighed. "Y/N, you'd improve a lot faster if you went to class. One tutoring session a week isn't a miracle cure."

"Yeah, but you're supposed to be the best tutor, right?"

"Did you even watch the documentary I sent you? The one on the History site?"

You didn’t need to respond. Your face answered for you.

"I'm not Superman. You gotta meet me halfway."

You knew he was right, but it was hard to admit. School felt like a void you were floating in, each class draining more energy than the last. Most of your teachers gave up on you last year. So what was the point?

"Have you ever dry-humped before?" you blurted, the words flying from your lips before your brain could catch up.

What. The. Fuck.

Seung-Hyun looked completely stunned. "What?"

"Never mind," you muttered, pretending to be absorbed in your test paper.

But you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The way he kissed you. The feel of his lips, the scent of spearmint gum and apple juice. He was surprisingly good at it. Better than you expected.

"What is it?" he asked, still watching you.

You looked up and took a breath. "I can show you. If you want."

He hesitated, nerves warring with curiosity in his eyes. But then he nodded.

You led him to the living room and gestured for him to sit. He did, cautiously, like he was stepping into unknown territory.

"Shit," you muttered, checking your phone. "Two percent battery."

"I got it." He handed you his phone. A playlist started streaming through the speakers.

The Blackstreet.

"You like them?" you asked, surprised.

"Yeah. They're cool. You?"

"Never listened much, but Jae-mi says they have the best sex songs."

You walked back over to him and asked, "Is it okay if I... get on you?"

His nod was small but clear. You straddled his lap, adjusting your legs to fit over his tall frame. It was intimate, awkwardly so.

"Okay," you said, steadying yourself. "Kiss me."

His eyes widened. "I thought you were—"

"Are you or are you not trying to knock Se-mi’s socks off with your sexy skills?" you raised a brow.

He knew you were right. Again. He straightened up, lifted a trembling hand. He was so nervous.

You touched his cheek. "Look in my eyes. If you're gonna kiss a girl, start there."

He met your gaze. A storm of blue and gray, with silver specks flickering near the center.

"Now look at my lips," you whispered. He did. You could see his throat bob.

"Ask to kiss me."

"Huh?"

"Consent is sexy. Ask."

"Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

"Yes."

He kissed you, and this time, he meant it. His lips were soft but eager, his hands cradling your face. As your mouths opened and tongues explored, something shifted. The kiss grew desperate. Messy.

You shifted your hips, rising slightly before settling your core directly against his.

He gasped and pulled back, eyes wide. You met his gaze. "Is this okay?"

He took a shaky breath. "Yes."

You began moving your hips, slowly, letting the friction build. His breath caught.

"What... w-what are you doing?"

"Follow me. Move with me."

His hands found your lower back, tentative at first. Then he moved, hips pressing up into yours, matching your rhythm.

"Like this?"

You nodded, breathless. "Yeah. Like that."

The friction increased. Your lips returned to his, tasting each soft groan he let slip. The tension built. Your thighs trembled.

He bucked up harder. You gasped as you felt it—the pressure against your core. He was hard. Really hard.

Holy hell.

You cursed under your breath as a sharp jolt of pleasure pulsed through you.

His breath hitched. He moved faster. Desperation took over.

Until—

"Holy shit," Seung-Hyun grunted suddenly, voice strained. "Fuck."

He pushed you off him. You fell to the rug with a soft thud.

He bolted.

You sat there, dazed, staring after him as he fled into the kitchen.

"Shit, shit, shit," he muttered to himself.

You stood, smoothing your hoodie as you followed him.

"Seung-Hyun? You okay?"

He looked pale. Terrified.

And then you saw it. The dark stain across his jeans.

Oh.

You tried to keep your expression calm. "Hey. It’s okay. This happens. Especially the first time. Let me—"

"No!" he backed away like you’d just tried to slap him. "C-Can you leave, please?"

You wanted to laugh, but held it in. Poor guy.

He wasn’t just embarrassed. He was humiliated. Like it was something shameful.

Unless...

Wait. Was that... his first orgasm?

You blinked.

Holy shit. You just gave Choi Seung-Hyun his first orgasm.

Damn, girl.

“Soooo…” Jae-mi slammed her lunch tray onto the table with the kind of dramatic flair only she could get away with. She plopped down beside you, her eyes glinting like she’d been waiting hours to say what came next.

“What does Choi Seung-Hyun’s cum-face look like?”

You choked—full-on spluttered—your water going down the wrong pipe as your face turned red. You coughed into your sleeve, struggling to recover while she looked on like she'd just asked what you thought of his shoes.

“What?!” you wheezed, clutching your chest like she’d personally tried to kill you.

She just shrugged innocently. “Haven’t you guys even... y’know?”

“We didn’t.” Your voice was flat, immediate, automatic.

But your stomach twisted because it wasn’t entirely true. He had, but the way Seung-Hyun had reacted afterward—embarrassed, fragile, wide-eyed like he’d broken something inside himself—had left you reeling. Talking about it felt like betrayal. He was new to all of this, and you couldn’t throw that sacred little moment into the lunchtime gossip pile like a used napkin.

“You didn’t?” Jae-mi tilted her head, her voice slow and disbelieving. “Then what did you do?”

“Nothing,” you lied, fiddling with your spoon.

She stared at you.

You sighed. “We just kissed again.”

Still staring.

“Oh, come on,” you groaned, feeling cornered. “You have no idea how innocent he is.”

She raised an eyebrow. You dropped your voice lower, almost whispering.

“He’s never had an orgasm before. Like... ever.”

Jae-mi paused, processing. “Wait. He’s eighteen. That’s, like, against nature.”

“I know! Every guy in ninth grade was obsessed with dick jokes and watching porn behind the bleachers. But Seung-Hyun? He’s like... a virgin Buddhist monk reborn as a K-pop visual.”

“But he must’ve gotten hard before. I mean, he’s still human, right?”

“Oh, he definitely has. Yesterday, actually. And girl, let me just say—he’s packing.”

Jae-mi almost dropped her fries. “Y/N!”

You fanned your face dramatically. “Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t trying to see it. But the boy’s got a nuclear weapon tucked in his pants, and it went off—without warning.”

She let out a wheezing laugh.

“But he skipped tutoring today,” you added, growing more serious. “I think he’s embarrassed. Do you think he even knows how normal all this is? I mean, he’s obsessed with science books. How can someone who studies biology not understand how his own body works?”

Jae-mi’s smile softened. “It’s not about knowledge. It’s about experience. Textbooks can’t teach you what sex feels like.”

You bit your lip and looked around. Soo-ah was definitely glancing over.

“It’s like he’s never done anything,” you whispered.

“When you say ‘anything’...”

You just gave her a look.

“Well, damn.” She leaned back. “Bathroom?”

“Bathroom.”

Everyone knew what ‘bathroom’ meant. Not ‘I have to pee’ bathroom—but the ‘I need to whisper secrets where the walls are tiled’ bathroom.

The echo of your boots hit the floor as the two of you entered the empty space. No stalling girls. Just quiet and the low hum of flickering lights. Jae-mi leaned on the sink. You paced.

“I seriously don’t know what to do,” you confessed. “I can handle that he hasn’t kissed many girls—or any. But how do I teach him without making him feel like a science experiment? It’s not like I can hand him a manual.”

Jae-mi started applying lip gloss like this was just another day in her guidance counselor fantasy. “Maybe you should show him.”

“You mean jerk him off?” you deadpanned.

She paused. “I mean—yeah, eventually—but start by showing him what he’s missing. Get him used to the idea of sex. The idea of women.”

You slumped against the tiled wall. “So... a porn movie night?”

Jae-mi chuckled. “I’m serious. He’s going to drown if you throw him straight into the deep end. You need to get him comfortable with the water first.”

You crossed your arms. “Most porn is terrible. It’s all fake moans, bad lighting, and men who act like jackhammers. If he learns from that, he’s going to think choking someone is foreplay.”

“That’s why you have me,” she said, tapping the gloss to your chest like a fairy godmother. “I know the sites for women. I know the books. We’re talking detailed, healthy, educational... and hot.”

You blinked. “You think this’ll actually work?”

“I promise. That boy will be rubbing one out daily by next week.”

You snorted. “Just don’t give him any of that BDSM crap you’re into. I don’t want him asking me to tie him up before he’s even seen a naked woman.”

Jae-mi turned scarlet. “I do not—”

You cut her off, grinning. “You literally have books with whips on the cover. And don’t think I didn’t see the ‘leather harness tutorial’ tab you left open last week.”

“Okay!” she shouted, flailing her hands. “Okay! I’ll pick the right ones!”

“Perfect.” You kissed her cheek and strutted out of the bathroom.

Behind you, her voice echoed, “And stay out of my sex life!”

You laughed. “Never! As long as your short ass is still my best friend!”

Later, after school, the mall practically called your name.

Jae-mi had gone home to study like the responsible gremlin she was, leaving you to wander Victoria’s Secret on your own.

You stood in front of a wall of thongs, debating.

Dark green? Mysterious seductress. Light blue? Virgin who says "oops" after moaning your name. There was also one in blush pink that made you feel like a cupcake with a secret.

Back when you were with Jun-ho, it was always babydolls. He liked them. You didn’t. They were itchy, got in the way, and made you feel like you were trying too hard.

But the yellow lace set the salesgirl handed you? That was a whole different vibe. You stood in the dressing room mirror, staring at yourself.

Curves highlighted. Chest lifted. Ass? Glorious.

“Damn, girl,” you muttered, a satisfied smile tugging at your lips.

You bought it. And a plum set too. Because why the hell not?

At the register, just as you were feeling peak hot-girl energy, fate decided to spice things up.

“Se-mi?” you asked, spotting the petite girl a few feet over, clutching a pack of neon booty shorts.

She turned, wide-eyed. “Um... yes?”

She hadn’t expected you to talk to her. You were enemies. Most girls like her thought girls like you only existed to ruin their GPA or date their crushes.

“I didn’t peg you as the booty shorts type,” you said with an easy smile.

Her face flushed. “I... Kim Jong-in said they were sexy.”

Of course. Of course it was Jong-in. High school’s answer to a walking STI.

“You should never listen to that idiot,” you said. “He thinks Harry Potter and Ron Weasley are the same characters.”

She blinked. “They’re not?”

You sighed. “Never mind. Point is—impress someone who wants more than ass. Someone who sees you.”

Like Seung-Hyun.

“He’s not that dumb,” she defended weakly.

“The guy thinks Catcher in the Rye is a baseball drama.”

Her face fell as she stared at the booty shorts like they’d just cheated on her.

“Oh.”

Then she looked up, smiled—genuinely. “Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot.”

You shrugged. “Us girls gotta stick together, right?”

She nodded, paid, and left.

You didn’t love her. But you’d be damned if Seung-Hyun ever thought she was better than you.

He owed you. Big time.

Taglist: @redhoodedtoad @mirahyun @sherrayyyyy @sherxoo @dilfismz @breakmeoff @janie-osuih @forevervibezzzz1 @kuinnoa @juliskopf @maskedcrawford @szonyix6277@ldydeath

[sashimi020]

chaos meets guitarist p2 [manjiro x reader]

p1 | ?

a/n: SLKDJFDS i had no idea what to do for this chapter. i would've written the part where they all played uno n shit but got too tired. ALSO. i know i wrote that hina was a teacher in the previous chapter, i went back and edited it because i felt like it would be really fitting if reader met the gang like this tbh. might even make them make a trip to the nahoya twins restaurant!!! lmk if you guys would like that. LMK IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED!

thankfully your neighbour seemed nice enough. maybe you guys could even be friends! that is, if you could be slightly more social. that first interaction was fairly weird, wasn't bad by any means, on the bright side you supposed that you had something to laugh about.  you ponder on the morning as you wander around the streets of the apartment, eventually stumbling on a quaint looking mom and pops bakery. 'it looks really cozy, maybe.. i should- the food's probably really good honestly' you think and step inside. 

you push open the door and your senses are instantly overrun by the comforting smell of bread and chocolate. small, light chatter fills the air of seated customers enjoying their breakfast. you make your way to the counter. 

a short, pink haired woman turns around with a cheerful smile that reaches her eyes, "hello! welcome, what would you like to have?" "oh.. um.. actually this is my first time here, would you be able to suggest anything?" "oh! of course! um-" "hina! hina where's the order of coffee beans? i can't find the packages anywhere.." a guy peeked his head out from the closed off kitchen area

he gazed at the lady with the brightest blue eyes you've seen, anyone would assume they were contacts. "should be in the boxes outside mitchi!" the lady chided, "look properly! ah, sorry about that," she turned to you and gave you a heartwarming smile. "so, um, our specials for this week include the pumpkin tart, raspberry pie and.. " she listed off a few options, "yeah um.. i'll have the tart please, oh. actually could you make that two?" you quickly say. maybe you should get an extra for the sweet neighbour. 

you thank the the warm lady and leave the bakery. you were definitely going to come back, maybe next time you could get to know the lady more, she seemed so kind… 

wow. you seriously need friends. 

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emma shoved mikey through the door and slammed it with a frustration that mikey was familiar with. she huffed, draken raised an eyebrow in response. "he ruined my first impression!" mikey groaned, "let go already! jeez, i said i was sorry,-" "no, I  apologised for you! you stood there like an idiot and-" emma gasps recounting the incident in her head once more, she gripped his shoulders and turned him to face her "you called her pretty! that's the first fucking thing you said!" she said in a tone filled with curiosity and accusation,

"woah, woah, woah, slow down," draken interrupted "okay, what exactly happened?" emma sighed exasperatedly, mikey freed himself from her grasp and collapsed on the couch. "mikey ran up the stairs and crashed into our new neighbour" "it wasn't my fault!" "who runs up the stairs?!" emma chided. draken chuckled. emma sighed "well, she seemed pretty nice about it so that's good. i invited her over today evening so we can properly meet her then, and mikey, you're going to properly apologise" "we'll see her again?" he said with a weirdly foreign twinge of hopefulness in his voice, draken and emma shared a glance. 

"yeah guess so. don't hog the cookies if you want her back" draken snorted. mikey instantly complied.

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a few hours passed, it was evening now, you wonder if you should go over now. you'd finished cleaning and were practically jobless, so you grab the tart, muster up all the courage you have and knock on the door of the apartment.

you ignore the sinking feeling of nervousness in your stomach as you hear the door unlock. 

"yo, you're our new neighbour right? c'mon in, emma told me you were coming over," a guy, embarrassingly taller than you spoke up. "oh, yeah.. yeah" "i'm ken, ken ryuuguji, nice to meet you" "f/n, l/n, nice to meet you too.." you suddenly felt slightly bad that you'd only bought two tarts. emma returned from the kitchen holding a plate of fresh cookies "oh! hi! you're here!"

"hi, uh. well, actually i didn't want to intrude or anything um, but you .. seemed pretty nice this morning so i just bought you er.. this tart from a bakery at the end of the street," you pause and glance at draken, "well- i only got two, sorry, i kind of assumed you lived alone," you place it on the table

"oh! oh my god, how sweet of you!" emma giggles. draken stares at the packaging for a second before opening the box "oh hey- this is from hina and mitchi's bakery." he turns to you, "they're our pretty close friends" draken explains "oh! that's so nice.." you respond, "i should properly introduce you to her sometime, yeah, their stuff is always so good! it's mostly thanks to hina though, she comes up with most of the specials. their hot cocoa is insanely good" emma interjects. "also thanks to takemitchi's affinity to follow hina's orders" draken chuckles 

the three of you sit down and talk for a bit, you take small bites out of the pastry. it's clearly made by skilled hands. no doubt about it. you find out in the conversation that the both of them are together, which was so sweet! you also learn a bit more about mikey, the culprit who was responsible for your fall in the morning. 

"so, actually, we heard you playing guitar the other day! it sounded really cool. have you been playing for long?" you flush, "you guys could hear that? oh.. sorry i'll keep it down, um, i've been playing since i was a teenager.. oh uh, i actually moved here to work with a friend on a music teaching business" "woah, that's super cool!" emma gushes, you chuckle bashfully "well it's nothing much right now.. but yeah.." 

in the midst of your conversation mikey burst through the apartment door, "emma! i got your freaking groceries, are you happy now? can you stop threatening me n-" he instantly cuts himself off when he notices you. "oh.. you're-" emma interrupted him, "that's my brother, don't mind him, oh! and you need to apologise properly for today morning y'know?!" emma chided back at him "oh- really there's no need for that it was just an accident-" you interject, "i'm sorry, that was pretty reckless for me to do" mikey, who you would later come to learn his real name was manjiro, apologised. 

draken raised his eyebrow, this was probably the most sincere apology they've heard from mikey. it was rare that he'd even verbally apologise, even more so rare that he seemed so genuine. that to, to a stranger! 

"it's totally alright, my name's y/n, by the way, nice to meet you" you greet him with a newfound confidence from emma's hospitality. his lips tugged into a small smile, "manjiro, manjiro sano" 

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a few hours passed, you didn't expect the time to slip by so quickly, the four of you played uno, had dinner and watched a movie. with your newfound friendships and the promise of meeting up again next weekend, and a box full of warm cookies, you walked back into your apartment unit and wrapped up the eventful and rewarding day. maybe getting used to living in this new place would be easier than you thought.  tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe

[akaaiholic]

Glass Of You

Kuroo Tetsurō x Fem!Reader — Word Count: 609 ☆| sfw (reader has drank before, Kuroo drinks, ooc Kuroo maybe..?) (author’s note at the end.)

Kuroo has no experience drinking. At work parties, he leaves his glass of alcohol fully and takes the insults he’s given from his drunken co-workers for being a bore. There’s rumors around the office that he has a weak alcoholic tolerance and therefore, he turns down drinks. That’s not true. He just simply has no desire for alcohol because he hates the common side effects. Or at least, the common side effects his girlfriend has while he watches her drink, during and after.

It’s been a stressful week for Kuroo. Constant deadlines, barely making it on-time to work and coming to home to you who is already asleep at night. The thought of drinking was all he could think about halfway through the week. After seeing how you drink after a stressful week, his curiosity wanted to know what it felt like to reward oneself with substances. Today, he comes home on-time with a couple buttons off and his tie loosened. You get up from the couch and kiss his cheek as he walks in. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, inhaling your scent that smells like home.

The two of you stand idly for two minutes in comfortable silence before you take completely undo his tie for him and he whispers in your ear,

“You drinking tonight, babydoll?”

You made a negative responsive hum and was interrupted as you were about to open your mouth and ask why.

“Great. Can I drink please? It’s my first time so will you also take care of me? And make sure I don’t do anything stupid? And—”

How sweet of him to ask you for permission to drink for the first time and making sure you aren’t drinking either. Before you let him finish his sentence, you put your finger over his lips to hush him and nod.

“Yes handsome, I will. Don’t you worry about it.”

Taking his first shot of Soju felt like liquid fire going straight down his stomach. It starts with the fruity taste that goes first and the alcohol that tastes strong and the almost bitter taste follows after, and then the off-putting taste combined makes him scrunch his nose and stick out his tongue.

“Holy shit, how do you not make a face after the first shot of this?”

You laugh at his reaction as he slams down the shot glass to the table and fill it with juice so he could use it as a chaser.

“I’ve built up my tolerance, Tetsu. If you drink more often, maybe you could do the same.”

Kuroo shakes his head. While nights like these were what he felt like he needed, it’s something he would deem unnecessary every time he needed to unwind from a long week.

You refill his shot glass with Soju, juice, and water in the same order and by shot four, he was already past tipsy. He had held your hands every time you handed him back the glass, his lips brushing past your knuckles and kissing the engagement ring on your finger.

With the fourth shot, he holds the glass in one hand and drags your hand with the other to his cheek. His words are slurred, eyes half-lidded and face bright red.

“Can’t wait to marry you.. And have you allllll to myself and be Mrs. Kuroo. I also don’t want juice or water, I just need you then I’m all good..”

Your brows furrowed, taking your hand back from his cheek.

“Hand me the glass, Tetsu.”

Kuroo looks at you with half lidded eyes and a grin.

“Come closer and give me a kiss beautiful, I’ll think about it.”

authors note: new akaai word count record!!! wowie!! i don’t know where i went with this I’m so sorry haha.. i came up with the idea while speedrunning my morning routine bc i had ten mins before i left for school and all i could think about was Kuroo’s dumb smirk </3 if i have any niji readers my heart goes out to you ❤️‍🩹 feedback is always appreciated!

[selfinflictedgunshotwound]

sorry for only saying this type of shit lately but i kinda wanna drive a car straight into a brick wall at the highest speed possible

[coridallasmultipass]

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[alittleemo]

the lord is going to need to send me four different blessings to balance out the way this week is going 😍 like one is not enough brother

[kalcat]

I love not being in control of my emotions and being thrown into an anxiety spiral cause of one fuck up and trying to logically convince yourself that what you're feeling is way too much for the actual situation doesn't actually make the big feelings go away cause when do emotions care about logic

[aggravatedanarchy]

I need this bloodwork thing to be done already I CANNOT keep stressing about this

[byanyan]

i think i'm gonna pause my queue and stock it up a little again while periodically replying to & posting those unhinged ask prompts just so there's some writing on my blog over the course of however many days it takes me to amass enough content that i feel i can start the queue again...

[loverboybrightsideghost]

computer define underdog

[luvcaleb]

GOOD GIRL.

nsfw (18+). includes pseudocest/incest, corruption kink, some dubious consent, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingulus, blowjob, protected sex and unprotected sex, porn ahh plot, caleb is part-time yearner full-time freak i fear, mc might not be a brotherfucker but caleb is definitely a sisterfucker thus this fic was born lmao, i am almost ashamed of the filth i created. fic is set in their student days. likes and reblogs will be very appreciated !!

perverted big brother!caleb who's probably more touchy with you than what is considered appropriate between “family.” his arm that's perpetually wrapped around your waist; his fingers sliding up your bare thigh when he tells you, “don't you think your skirt is too short? go change.”; his hand just an inch shy of squeezing your chest during nights you cuddle to sleep because you're too scared to sleep alone.

perverted big brother!caleb who you catch watching porn, his door cracked open just enough for you to hear his deep grunts and the slick noises his fleshlight makes when he pulls it down his huge cock. the girl on his laptop is loud and whiny, wailing as she's nailed to the mattress — “gege, gege, no more, i can't” — and when caleb cums, you swear he says your name.

perverted big brother!caleb who comes home earlier than he told you he would and sees you at the living room rubbing frustrated circles on your clit, struggling to fit a finger inside your cunt because you're not wet enough. so he pulls you into his lap, tunes out your exclaims of surprise, and says he'll teach you something good.

ten minutes later, you're gushing all over his pants, stuffed with three big fingers, clawing at his biceps and telling him “no more, i can't cum anymore, gege please.” yet caleb simply shushes you, chin tucked over your shoulder to admire how you squirt on his hand. “shh, you can do it. gege's gonna make you cum again.”

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you other things that feel good as a reward when you answer the workbooks he gives you correctly. at one tutoring session, he played with your tits, licking and sucking at a bud and flicking the other. the last time, he rubbed you all over as he fucked his cock between your thighs, wet and sloppy with lube.

today, he pulls your legs apart, grabs the back of your knees, and puts his mouth to work. he makes out with your clit, licking under the hood, lightly grazes your skin with his teeth; you cream around his tongue when he shoves it inside your cunt. he sounds absolutely depraved, moaning as he drinks up the nectar from your sweet pussy, grinding his hard cock to the sheets.

it's then that he learns he loves eating you out. the next day, he makes you sit on his face, his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue laps away at your slick, fucking up his dick into his fist.

perverted big brother!caleb who teaches you how to suck cock under your silly pretense of “practicing for your future boyfriend.” he guides his dick into your mouth, gentle in spite of his thinly veiled anger and jealousy, and he teases you for having difficulty swallowing him in because your mouth is too small when in reality he's the one who's too damn big. he gives you filthy praise when you do something right, caressing your cheek as he groans his approval. “shit, it feels good when you suck the tip, mn... you better not have learned that from anyone else, pipsqueak.”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes away your virginity before anyone else can. he doesn't bring it up first — he makes you want it. sure, he stuffs your cunt with his fingers, licks all the sensitive spots on your body. he rubs his cock over your pussy and lets you give him a blowjob. but he never puts it in. so when you beg him — “gege, just the tip, please” — he doesn't make an effort to resist your request.

he lays you down on his bed, just like he's dreamed for so many years, and tears open a condom he prepared in advance. he pushes the head inside, and the tight heat of your pussy almost makes him cum on the spot. it's better than he ever imagined; so much better than his cold, pathetic fleshlight that he imagines was you. he thrusts in a slow, careful pace, watching you squirm over a single inch of his cock, and he bites back a grin as he fucks a few more centimeters every other thrust.

eventually, it reaches a point you feel utterly full, far more cored open than the first moment he slid inside you. “g-ge, that's more than just the tip...” you whine, pressing down on the slight bulge peeking out of your stomach. he merely smiles playfully before slamming home, the entire length of his cock fucking into your pussy in one, smooth thrust. “yeah. feels good, doesn't it?”

perverted big brother!caleb who takes every opportunity gran isn't home to have sex with his cute sister. not that he doesn't fuck you when she's home; it just means that neither of you has to sneak into the other's bedroom late at night, and you don't have to hide your voice anymore. now, he has you laid over the edge of the dining table, pulling your hips back onto his cock. he's always thought this table was the perfect height for him to fuck your pussy while he's standing. “you like this, pips?” he pants, enjoying the garbled moans that spill from your lips. “you like being your gege's fleshlight?”

at that, something clear sprays out of your cunt, soaking his abs wet. he chuckles darkly, thumb swiping over your clit to make you squirt more, making a bigger mess that pools at the floor beneath you. “you like being my fleshlight that much, huh? then i'll use your pussy as much as i want.”

perverted big brother!caleb who has lots of friends but he always declines their offers to hang out because he'd rather be with you. you know this because he seemingly always gets a call whenever you're in the middle of things. of course, the fucker answers the call in speaker, and you have to take extra care not letting your voice out because he's still pounding away at your pussy. “hm? gideon? sorry, i'm kind of busy. my sister needed help with something. want to say hi?”

you glare at him, but he only sets his phone beside your head, smirking in mischief. “h-hey, gideon, it's been a while. what? no, i'm totally f— ah— fine! just feeling a bit unwell, haha... hn... y-yeah, gege is taking care of me— ah...!”

once you let a moan slip, he immediately ends the call, smothering your lips with a kiss. “c'mon, princess, you couldn't hold it in? i'm the only who can hear you like this... mmph... stick out your tongue more...”

perverted big brother!caleb who gets jealous easily. when a boy gets too flirty with you, he gives them a withering glare. sometimes, you play along with the flirting just to see him get angry. later that day, the trip home would be silent, but the moment you're inside your house, he has you pinned on the door, his lips latching on your neck to suck a dark red hickey marking his territory. you don't get to move away from that spot for a long, long time — first, he wraps your legs around his waist as he thrusts inside you, then he fucks you from behind, your face pressing against the door and his hand around your mouth so you don't get too noisy. the sound of his hips slamming against your ass is almost deafening, and he takes a mental note to clean up the mess you squirted on the floor when you're done.

once he used up all the condoms he has on him, he doesn't bother bringing you to his room to get more. he fucks you raw, and now you feel every angry vein on his bare cock, sliding against your sweet spots. “should've done this from the start, fuck... your sweet pussy feels so much better... you like this better too, right? i bet you pulled that shit earlier because you wanted me to be rough with you.” he manages to pull out when he feels his release approaching, his cum spraying all over your torso as he kisses you, but you almost wish he hadn't.

perverted big brother!caleb who realizes late he's turned you into a cockslut. you visit his room more often, and even started taking birth control so he could cum inside. it's not like he'll ever turn you away, but tonight, he's feeling especially playful. “hm... i'm tired today, so i'm not feeling up to it right now. but it's fine if you're the one moving this time.”

this results in him leisurely laying on his bed, arms behind his head. he takes great pleasure in seeing you grind your bare pussy on his hardening cock, slathering your juices to make it wet. once you found it sufficiently lubed, you raised your hips, gripping the base of his dick to slowly drop on it. you've made it this far, but you're still quite shy — you take a long time pushing half of it inside you, so he decides to give you a little help and thrusts his hips upward. you gasp when all of it is slammed into you, leaning back and resting your hands on his thighs, your body in an enticing arch that presents your bouncing tits. “ah, gege, wait, that's too sudden—”

he rubs your engorged clit as you roll your hips on top of him, dropping your hips and getting back up to reach that deep spot inside. you're drooling, eyes almost rolled back, and it takes all his patience not to push you down and fuck you stupid. “what a great view. tell me, when did you become such a whore, pips? where did you learn how to do this?” he massages your tits, pulling at the nubs. “you said you liked being my fleshlight, but at this point, you're just using me to masturbate. do you like that? do you like using gege's cock as your personal dildo?”

“hng— ah— no...!”

“there's no need to be shy. c'mon, say it. you love gege's cock.”

“i... ahh...” you lose strength in your arms, collapsing in a heap over his chest. he immediately wraps his arms around you, patting your head soothingly. “gege... i love gege... i love you so much, gege... mn, haa...!”

the world comes to a stop. his brain takes a while to process your words, but you don't let him stay too long in his thoughts. you're still humping against him, whining desperately for him to move because you've gotten tired. for a moment, he even considers the possibility he was just hearing things. but there's no hiding the quick, racing heartbeat he feels pressed against his chest, matching his very own.

you love gege.

he moves his hand to cup your cheek, meeting your dazed eyes. they gain clarity when he softly kisses your forehead, an innocent peck that starkly contrasts everything you've been doing. “gege loves you too,” he utters gently, making sure you hear it loud and clear. “gege loves you the most in the world.”

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! ❞

special treatment : thighs edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped

✧ k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.

"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough." "can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..." "oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back." "stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"

✧ i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.

"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable." "y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!" "your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out." "open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?" "you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!

✧ h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.

"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?" "see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you." "god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me." "heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good." "good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."

✧ r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.

"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this." "...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?" "oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth." "such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?" "no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."

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