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sundaiys · 3 years ago

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SWEATER WEATHER | T.KUROO

— [♡] ; SYNOPSIS: kuroo just came home from a late game, to see his girlfriend in his hoodie with a pair of boy shorts. Kuroo is wanderlust by the sight and can’t help himself from roaming his hands all over her

— [♡] ; PAIRING: Tetsurou Kuroo x fem!reader.

— [♡] ; RATED: 18+ , mature. MDNI.

— [♡] ; GENRE: Smut.

— [♡] ; CW: Soft dom!Kuroo. Kitchen Sex. Daddy! Kink. Fingering. Choking. Squirting. Mild spanking. Mild marking. Overstimulation. Dacryphilia. Unprotected sex (u better not have unprotected sex be safe!). Creaming. Creampie. Praise kink. Size kink. Dirty talk. Multiple orgasms. Slight degradation. Voice kink.

Kuroo's reverence for the game occasionally descends him away from the best part of his life, but most importantly it prods him from his relationship. Though he never meant to purposely bypass their at-home dates, or their midnight drives, he was just really concentrated on playing and winning, getting better. but one thing he will concede is how his girlfriend is always on his mind. whenever he drove across the court to obstruct the opposite team's toss, or spike all he could think about was the first time she came to his game.

"yess kuroo!!" she shrieked from the bleachers, the sweat dripping down his chin allotting her the signature smirk ensued by a wink, he worshiped to make her mystify to the point all she could do was laugh. when she couldn't make it to his games due to classes, work, or other reasons, her smile was incised in the back of his mind, smirking with every spike blocked though he reminded her. 'I can only back so many, won't be a hundred percent every game' , but he gave it a hundred percent when she was gawking. her praises and company was something he could never abandon.

Nerd 💕🧪: i guess this is a taste of my own medicine Huh?

She smiles typing her fingers as fast as she could to reply, her cheeks burning by his straightforward confession, though they've been dating for two years now, she still couldn't handle his snarky attitude.

Kuroo was leaning his head on the window soughing softly at the scarcity of his girlfriend, his fingertips succumbing to squeeze her plump thighs, to caress her tailbone with his middle fingers drawing circles on her shoulder blades. His phone buzzing with spam messages, turning his mood from sweet to sour and back to sweet once seeing the message name. He missed her voice and hug so much.

Lovely ❤️‍🔥👸: skskdha I miss uuuu :((

Lovely ❤️‍🔥👸: I can't wait till you come home :(

Lovely ❤️‍🔥👸: yeah get a taste of ur own medicine!!! You bully 🥳

Lovely ❤️‍🔥👸: I miss u I luv u. I wanna kiss ur face until you giggle :( , I want to cuddle and watch movies with you. Promise me once you come back we’ll stay inside and cuddle all day, eat pizza and ice cream, watch movies and play the switch🥺.

Kuroo lets out a breathy ‘tsk’ , texting her back with a smile he hums softly, she's unaware to the news that he's coming back two days early from his away game having won both games it didn't make sense for them to stay any longer. Lev rising from his seat with a mischievous grin plastered on his lips kuroo not in the mood to deal with teasing throws a random jacket hitting him square in the face. “Don't start with me, brat”

Her phone lay on the bathroom counter blaring music In the background as she washed her face, switching from product to product in hopes of finding something to make her skin clear, it was something she had been insecure about for the longest. Smirking she recalls the remark kuroo said to her just after they had dinner two weeks ago

‘you're fucking beautiful, and whoever disagrees, is just delirious they're talking about themselves darling, don't worry about what they say, worry about my words and how hot and bothered you got me with your looks’

Squeezing her thighs together she lets out a giggle, grabbing her phone she reads kuroo message.

Nerd 💕🧪: I guarantee I'll spend my whole day, kissing you, devouring you, fucking you, cuddling you. All the things I've been imagining about doing to you, and the aspects I wish to do with you.

Nerd 💕🧪: sounds good? I surely reckon it does, princess.

Rolling her eyes, she plopped her hand over her mouth quelling her mystifying screeches she replies with a simple ‘yes😵‍💫’, meanwhile kuroo smirks walking up to their shared house his keys nervously jiggling in the slot. ‘What's her reaction going to be?’ ‘is she already sleeping?’ opening the door he sees her figure standing in the kitchen eyes widen, lips slightly parted. ‘Was he really here?’ she thought to herself ‘he was supposed to come back two days from now’

“Good to see you too love,” kuroo smiled watching her run into his arms staggering from the force of her run he kissed the crown of her head humming with the solace of her fragrance, her ears on his battering chest. “You're back” her delicate voice against his chest “yeah, I'm back love” his smile accumulated bigger against her hair.

Pulling away from his embrace he handed her the flowers she smelled them smiling at her proud boyfriend, “you're so sweet to me, go take a shower before it gets super cold! I was just about to make dinner so you can tell how was your trip” beaming a large smile at him, his eyes glimmered in love, no more digital screens, this time it was physical. His lidded eyes blinked ever so lightly down at her “are you tired babe?” her fingernails caressing his back

“In love” he bluntly replies, hands cupping her cheeks to bend to her height as he finally kissed her, her warmth wrapped against his chest to chest her hands holding onto his abdomen, yeah he's so in love with her, and he feels bad for choosing volleyball over her. He promised himself he would manage the two things in his life he loved. “So fucking in love with you” his breathy voice fanning over her lips making her blush and hide in his chest.

“Awhh, princess did I make you flustered? Hmm?” he teases, his forefinger brushing the hair from her face behind her ear, with the soft lips kissing and sucking her exposed earlobe she melted in his arms like honey. Taking his advantage of his lips close to her jawline he trailed wet lingering endearments down to her neck feeling the goosebumps form on her forearm the unstable breaths “good girl, I'm going go take a shower now I'll help you once I get out” giving her a soft love tap on her ass he marches towards the living room leaving his girlfriend burning up, fanning herself with the card he bought with flowers she fills the vase up with water before setting them in.

Warming up a hot tea she is mesmerized and still believes she's dreaming ‘he's really here? , and giving me lots of attention right now, “yeah I am here, I did promise you I would give you all the things you need right?” his voice filled the room, looking into his eyes, slowly the panic sets in her own “yeah, princess, I heard you” cowering over the counter she groans in embarrassment her sweater paws covering her ears. Kuroo’s eyes scanned the outfit she had on. His hoodie. How big it looked on her, the only thing viable was her fingertips along with the knee down he wondered if she was completely naked underneath. The thought of it made his cock twitch, the blood rushing from is head to cock warm him.

Saying nothing he stands behind her, her ass against his hips, large hands roaming up her waist lifting the hoodie inch by inch into he has seen the peak of her ass, the color red Flashed him, her clothed pussy surrounded in red boy shorts. She felt his cock flinch at the sudden discovery breath getting shorter by his timber touches. “Kuroo...” she moaned, making him throw his head back in excitement. Guess she has to start wearing his clothes from now on, he thought to himself. “It was cold so I..” her sentence fell flat by the mere touch of his life kissing her inner thighs, up to her tailbone. Stomach arching against the cold marble counter. Both of his hands gripping her waist neatly.

Rubbing his swollen cock through his sweatpants on her heated clit, the pools arising in between her legs she shivered at the soft groans he let out. his nimble fingers grabbing her boy shorts by the hem snapping them on her heated skin.

“i planned to do lots of romantic shit with you,” bending down into her further his lips cased around her earlobe his hot breath making her shake against his chest “but you just had to look so beautiful in my hoodie hm?, so fucking pretty my girl is and bend over our kitchen counter” he hums in her ear.

“do you know how much i missed you hm?” turning her around to face him, his eyes glancing her entire body before grabbing her waist to place her on the counter, her legs wrapped around his middle hands planted on the counter “answer me, princess” eyes looking down into hers

“just as much as i did, baby” she answered breathy,kuroo hums pulling down her boy shorts “wearing my boxers hmm? Missed me that much princess” his swollen lips pressed on her inner thigh the temperature rising by each tender placement of his lips, his eyes trained on her reactions taking mental notes of what caused her to be breathless and what gave her goosebumps, when her brain traveled away thinking about how much she missed him , the flirty texts and lewd pictures she sent him now she can-

His hand claps the side of her ass, gasping she grabs onto his forearm dizzy from the whiplash of stimulation. “Where’d you go baby girl? Hm? You don't need to be anywhere but here” cutting his sentence he grips her chin in between his forefinger and thumb “understood baby girl?” Her coated pussy clenching around the brisk air her legs quivered just a bit almost to cage kuroo in, his signature smirk above her lips. “Seems like someone impatient for me to make them come hm?”

“Yes, daddy” she moans above his lips, “oh? Using daddy against me huh?, “maybe i’ll give you what you want but I want you to plead, and tell me all the commodities you did to yourself those roguish pictures you sent me while I was away” his middle finger sliding up her inner thigh but halting before it touches her lips, back arching towards him but he brandishes her by the waist with one hand “m’not yet baby girl you still haven't begged yet”

“Please touch my daddy, I want you to please me” kuroo crooked his eyebrow ultimately touching her dripping sex, a faded moan falling creamy on his lips the breath of despondency felt on his skin “eyes on me, I want unrestrained eye contact as you come for me”

Her doe eyes gleaming into his amber ones scrunched up eyebrows followed by soft pants when he plopped two fingers into her hole, hearing the lewd sounds of her wet pussy made his cock become harder begging to be let out of his murky sweatpants. Curling his finger as he repeatedly hit her G-spot. “K...k..kuroo” she whines, taking whines as a pled for more he pumps her faster his palm hit her soaked clit. “Yes? Princess” he teases.

Their eyes trained on each other his hand cupping her face he gives her a soft kiss on the lips “good girl, look at you clenching down on me, you look like you're gonna come, so fucking do it then” with a cocky laugh his lips are on her earlobe “no ones stopping you, your wet dreams and daily masturbation don't compare to me, right princess”

“N..no...you feel so good daddy” pumping her deeper into her walls crushing his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on her clit “give it to me pretty girl” he smiles, thighs crushing his forearm with her hand placed on his wrist to push him away from her sensitive pussy, his other hand wrapping itself around her throat holding her in place. “Oh no princess, I'm going to make you come your brains out, my job isn't finished until you're crying and whimpering for me to stop” her unsteady pants caused her to cream around his fingers, the lewd sounds of her cum made the blood rush to her ears, the shakes of her thighs when she quite literally screamed his name. Kuroo loved to see her absolutely destroyed in Ecstasy “yes, give me another one, look at me princess” tilting her head up by her chin, he watches her mouth open slightly her moans were now silent as the tears rolled down her face.

“Pretty girl, come again for me” kissing her neck with wet lips, she was coming yet again on his fingers her moans were so loud he was sure his neighbors heard something, but he didn't quite care. Pulling his fingers out he licks her taste off his fingers humming in satisfaction her knees touch each other while her pussy clenched around the loss of his fingers. Pressing a single finger on her clit she flinched up to kuroo holding his arm. “I—I —, can't take no more daddy” she hiccuped. he could feel her pulse on her clit rapidly beating. Nodding his head his thumb swipes across her lower lip, he grabs her hand pressing it firmly against his dick, that's being held back by his sweatpants.

“Fuck me, please” her sparkling eyes with a slight slur still hazy from her high of two orgasms in under a minute. Kuroo kisses her lips gently his hand grabbing the hem of his sweats letting his cock spring out touching his abs, her eyes swelling at the fact she forgot his grithy kuroo is. “Since you asked so nicely sure, but you better not ever” pulling her down he bends her over the counter stomach pressed into the marble, she gasps feeling just the pressure of his tip cock warming her walls slightly.

His fingers marking crescents on her hips, ramming himself into fully, the bulge of his cock hitting her cervix his girlfriend on her tip-toes shaking as he impaled her, “forget, what this dick can do to you, understood?” she inaudibly gave him a string of jumbled words, while he eases in and out of her slowly her fingers reaching for something to steady herself settling for his toned thighs he smirked.

“Look at you princess, being so needy, almost makes me wanna pummel you into this counter” his hand colliding with her ass feeling her clench around him “oh? , so you like to be spanked huh? Good to know” bringing her hips to him with ever thrust her moans become louder and unsteady. “Yeah? You like that you fucking brat, taking this fat cock” the rhythm of his hips increased with every thrust hitting her G-spot every time, “look at you princess, a sloppy fucking mess, if only there was a mirror in here” holding her wrists behind her back, he leaned his lips onto her shoulder peppering wet kisses, and a few love bites. “Cause i’d fuck you in front of it”

His growls and groans filling her neck up, but she was panting his name hoping he heard, but it was all white noise in his mind. It wasn’t until he heard her choked cries of ‘I’m coming’ , hands deep in waist grunting while his cock stretches out her cunt, the crescents digging into his hands that grip her hands neatly, high pitched moans release from her puffy lips when he cockwarms her to an orgasm. “Oh...” she shutters around his cock, removing his grip from both her hands he holds her waist from pummeling to the ground.

“Nuh-huh, you're not going anywhere princess” lethargic soft thrusts touch her cervix she continues to shake and moan, her pants fogging up the counter as her eyes lazily closed feeling him stretch her out further. “Dumb already princess? Hm i’d thought you last longer than this..” wiping the tears from her eyelashes with his thumb, he kissed her ear softly “you must've touched yourself then” his voice turned dark, her stutters don't help her argument.

Though he wasn't wrong, she just wanted to explain. Kuroo pulls out watching her pussy clench around the missing feeling of him, taking his tip he presses it against her clit drawing circles her body twitched at the feeling, begging kuroo to let her come, but that's all he's ever wanted “come, who's stopping you?” his cocky smirk plastered across his face, it surely didn't take her long after he announced it. Her lips parted just ajar as the silence of her moans filled the air with her sloppy wet juices running down her knees. “Fuck you look so good when you come your brains out, what a good girl” , all she could muster was a soft hum. Pulling away from her swollen lips. Watching her back rise and descend slowly.

His grin when his hand collides with her ass she flinches but backs into his waistline “oh you poor little thing, you were just whining and moaning how you couldnt take no more” he bends her down into the counter her bare stomach sticking to the marble yet again “but now you want more?, you're a greedy girl, good girl as you should be” lifting her up he spreads her legs out admiring the glossy stains on her clit and inner thigh she was a complete mess and his cock twitched at the sight. “fuck, you're so fucking perfect babygirl” slinking down to her sloppy cunt he delivers slow lingering licks to her sensitive bud, the giggles blended with her soft moans “kuroo.. mmhh, i.. i can’t” her brain filling hazy clouds to the brim, she was close to her tears pouring down her cheeks.

“you cant?” he teases removing his tongue from her warmth she whined, eyes opening to gaze into his hungry orbs “if that’s the case, make yourself feel good then princess, because the way i see it, your pussy is just leaking for me, and that whine from earlier, sounded very hungry to me” kuroo removes his hands from the counter that traps her in.

“go on babygirl, give me a show” his sadistic smirk followed by him leaning back admiring his work arms folded across his chest “I'm watching” placing his sweats back on, she slowly sits up knees touching eyes swimming in love, her eyes trailing from his toned v-line, up to his chiseled abs, thick collarbones to finally meeting his eyes. “Did I already make you stupid baby girl?” kuroo smirked in his sentence. Her fingers hooked on the hem of his sweats, drooling at the shadow of his cock through the fabric. Her other hands trailed up his abs her nails leaving soft scratches on his stomach, while the other hand grabbed his dick, feeling him twitch around her touch, the feelings of his veins flooded her cunt.

“I want you? I want all of you, take my walking rights away, make me delirious daddy” she pouted, her lips glossed in a coat of his precum. Kuroo lets out a desperate groan. She was driving him crazy, he never liked the idea of overstimulating her, making her cry during sex, always thought he'd be hurting. But those enlarged pupils and practical drools she wanted it just as much as he did. His thumb swiping her lower lip she wrapped her lips around his thumb, soaking it.

“Oh yeah?” he says above her lips, their eyes still connected to each other, “that's what you want?” she nods her head, clasping his fingers around her throat he pulls her in closer lips touching in a feral make-out session, his fingers slipping into her sloppy cunt he swallows her moans. Pulling away his warm lips leave wet kisses on her neck, “tell me how bad you want it baby girl?”

“I want you so badly daddy, make me a stuttering mess” she claws his back, getting him to growl in her neck “well?” slamming his fingers in her she holds onto his shoulders “who am I to deny you?” Pumping his fingers slowly into her core, she shuttered at the feeling of her walls covering his digits. Placing his free hand around her neck, angling her down to her drooling pussy he comments “look at my fingers while they fuck you, you fucking love it don't you princess?” whines and whimpers escaping, the words she wanted to say died in her throat hearing how sloppy his fingers made her, and the slams of his palm on her clit made her has spun the burning feeling in her stomach was approaching.

Kuroo switch the position of his fingers, his palm turned upwards while his thumb smoothed circles on her clit. Tears poured down her chin dropping into the hoodie. Mouth widened with no sound, but eyes opened with lust and shock. Getting in between her legs, he fingers her until she begins the close them, but his other hand pulls her closer to him giving her no space to run. “Oh..fuck” finally coming up for air she speaks, “look at you precious, taking my long fingers into that tight hole of yours” he teases, feeling her release all over his stomach soaking his v-line and abs. Her hair sticking to face and collarbones.

Giving her clit tiny taps, he watches her body flinch but those pesky moans say otherwise, half-lidded eyes she stares at him, his hands wrapped around her throat she mindlessly bucked her hips into his wanting more. Wanting to feel him inside of her again. He slaps her ass getting her to fully look at him. “I didn't allow you to enter subspace? Did I? Pretty girl” his hungry eyes pending for an answer “answer me princess” he grips her jawline as their eyes meet.

“No, daddy” she pleaded, “good girl, so you can speak, guess I gotta do more to make you dumb” grabbing her waist carrying her to the comfort of their bedroom, throwing her onto the mattress she giggles at how fast he removes his sweatpants, her sweet giggles turn into melodic moans while he stretches her out. Though she already came by his cock, he still felt so big to her.

“Oh look at you, baby, your puffy lips merely hugging around my fat fucking cock, you cant take me?” he nitpicked her she shake her head tugging him in closer by his waist, “I can take it please give it to me” desperately she begged, his hands planted on each side of her waist she held onto him, eyes concentrated on his golden orbs. Lazy steady strokes into her sticky cunt, he was squirming inside of her just by the lewd chimes of filling her up. Thrusting his cock into her balls deep her vision is colored white, with her mouth scarcely parted. The quivers in her legs made kuroo chew his lower lip, stroking her cheek as the tears fell down he pumps himself into her watching her tits bounce and her shaky breath as she tries to moan out his name.

Putting both her legs around his waist, he dips into her slamming his length into her repeatedly, the sounds of her ass bouncing off his abs filled the air as he swallowed her moans on his mouth kissing her feverishly she grabbed his hands interloping them before he pinned them on the mattress. Pulling away he held his forehead on hers. “You're such a good girl for me, Taking my fucking dick. Let me hear you baby I wanna hear those sweet melodies” cupping her face with one hand while the other rubs circles to her clit a gasp slipping from her lips. Her ears were burning and her stomach felt tight. Kuroo could feel her tensing around him, so he increased his pace getting her to cry out his name.

“Kuroo..” she whined, tears falling onto his thumb, wiping it away slowly “fuck yeah baby, moan again” his thumb pulling her lower lip from her teeth, she kept moaning and panting his name, and announcing she was close. Looking down she saw the rim of white surrounding her cock. Never has this happened to her and it made her so turned on. Kuroo followed her eyes slowing smiling at how she creamed all over him. “Fuck princess, you creaming all over my dick? You're so goddamn beautiful you know that?”, his hands placed neatly on her waist squirming from the stimulation “gimme another one, let me see that beautiful face you make” holding her jaw in his hands while the other pressed down on her stomach feeling himself bulging her stomach. A sadistic smirk planted on his lips watching her squirm.

“Oh? Did I just find a new way to please you, princess? , you're so cute when you're flustered” her ears fallen deaf to his teasing while she came all over him, twitching around his cock that was slowly pumping inside of her, tears streaming down her eyes onto the pillow. “Oh no princess, I can't have you going dumb on me now, I'm not done” wrapping his hands around her neck, he forced her to look into his eyes, placing her legs on his shoulders folding her knees to her shoulders. “Oh fuck..” she finally spoke

“Oh yeah?, I'm going to fuck you real nice princess” kuroo kissed the tears away from her face she held his face in the palm of her hands, as he left tender kisses on them, aggressive pumps, as he folded her into mating press, she began hiccuping from the stimulation kuroo kissed over her forehead and nose to keep her from blanking out, but soon he was starting to feel his stomach clench, as he was drawing near his orgasm. “Fuck princess, look at you taking my cock like that, yeah you're a good girl? Taking that big cock in your tight cunt” his dirty praises swelling her head.

She clutched onto his face kissing him sloppily, “let me hear you come again baby, I love your fucking moans, come with me” he lowered her legs so they were around his waist, her fingernails rigged into his shoulder, as he swirled circles onto her clit “daddy... I'm coming fuck please please” she whispered, tears flowing down to the pillow. “Go ahead princess” she practically screamed through her orgasm feeling her legs quiver underneath him. Kuroo pressed his tip into her hole coming and painting her entrance.

Their chests heaving up and down, looking at him through her lidded eyelashes, she could bear to move. She tried, but her body felt so heavy, a sudden pride coarse through kuroo’s veins, watching his cum leak from her slutty hole, he kissed her forehead, before lifting her up towards the bathroom.

“If you're thinking I can stand after that to shower you're insane baby” she joked, his lips forming a thin smirk as he sat her on the toilet, “who said we were taking a shower sweetheart” taking the bath bomb he's been hiding from her he turns on the water, looking back her face shimmered in the afterglow of passionate sex, she smiled back at him. “You must love me a lot to still think I'm pretty while peeing, and that my hair is fucked up and I probably look all sweaty and gross” pondering over to her he grabs her chin lifting it up to his lips.

“I love every single thing about you, no matter what you're beautiful to me” pecking her lips she smiled into the kiss, “i counted all my lucky stars for you” heading back towards the tub, he turns the water off smiling at the rose petals. Lifting up the love of his life, he sets her in the tub her gasp of excitement seeing the snacks placed on a table with bottles of her favorite drink.

“Baby..” she pouts, kuroo’s lips finds a way to her cheeks “what's this for?” she giggled in his embrace, his fingers carding hair behind her ear. “It's Valentine's day babygirl, you thought I wouldn't do anything for you?”

“It’s our first one as well, of course I want to celebrate it with you” tender kisses are planted on her cheek and temple “I love you princess” he hums in her neck

“I love you too, thank you for making this day special it means a lot to me” turning around she sits on his lap, giving him intimate kisses while his fingers held her tight by the waist, he wanted this forever, the thought of that ring he hide in their shared bedroom made the adrenaline burst through his veins. If she were to say yes, he could drop to his knees and cry, he loved her so much, he couldn’t wait. He needed to ask her right now.

Redden nose touching her nimble fingers caressing his shoulders “princess?” He was nervous, he felt his chest breaking into pieces with each thump. When her eyes gazed into his he felt his throat closing in. He was so confident, but the mere sight of her makes his knees weak. “Will you marry me?” He felt her nerves tighten, her eyes blown open slightly, but she replaced it with a smile.

“Yes” she cried, now it was his turn to be shocked, she said yes? He thought to himself, cupping her face with his damp palms he couldn’t breathe but he needed to kiss her again and again, until it registered. She said yes!! His brain screamed to him. Wiping her tears with his thumb he whispered above her lips.

“Fuck I love you, I promise I’ll make you happy for the rest of your life”

She smiled “I believe you, because you’re doing right now, and you’ve always have, I love you kuroo I can’t wait to marry you”

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu tetsuro #kuroo x female reader #kuroo smut

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melsgreen · 2 years ago

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since this is my first post here, I wanna dedicate it to one of the most amazing men ever! [mr Vaish it’s uuuu]

w h e n :

- he smells like a mixture of jasmine, bergamot, and frankincense

- his voice is low, soft and melodious

- he has a genuine respect for women

- he loves iced tea and nature

- his words is wise and like an amazing poetry

- he likes to draw

- he knows how to charm

- he is intelligent and well-mannered

- he is TALL [🤌🏻]

- he has cold fingers

- he is divinely gorgeous

- he has brown eyes & luxurious dark long hair

- he has plump, outlined lips

- he has a mole on the lower left side of his face

me as a Virgo who really likes details: excuse me sir u hav no right to be so perfect I - 🛐 [my goodness hes such a gem…..gawddayum it’s illegal😭💍]

#ratan vaish #rc ratan #rc kali call of darkness #rc kcd

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years ago

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Heyyy! May i request a match up? :3

I am 19, Afab and i use She/Her pronouns. I am Biromantic and Graysexual. My hair is blonde and curly and goes past my shoulders almost halfway to my back, i wear it open most of the time and just let it do it’s thing. My skin is fair and even, i am 5’6 and i would describe my style as a mix if everything! Most of the time i dress casually, sweet but also athletic, but i do like the e-girl look from time to time. I like to sing, dance, listen to music and play the guitar, i love to do makeup and my biggest hobby is painting and writing. People tell me i have a resting bitch face, but i’m actually very nice and sweet, i’d say. I am very open, i have no secrets but am good at keeping other people’s secrets. I am very flirtatious and out there which shies some people away but also draws others in :3 I do tend to get irritated easily, so i need someone who can joke around and lighten my mood but also read me very well and be there for me. Loyalty is the most important thing to me in every aspect of my life.

Thank uuuu sending love <3

I didn't know if you wanted a bad batch or just a clone wars match up so I just did a bad batch but please let me know if you meant clone wars.

I match you with..... Tech

Tech adores hoe you look, not only the fact that your tiny compared to him but he loves your hair and will run his fingers thought it while he works.

He finds it adorable when your skin goes pink because of sun exposure and will kiss the pink marks.

He never knows what your going to wear and some days it's really our there stuff which he find gorgeous.

Let me tell you this man has recorded you singing multiple times because he likes having the recordings to listen to late at night so he actually falls asleep.

Tech is really good at picking up on your moods by just standing near you. He has a tendency to mirco analyse you.

It does take him alittle to get used to your humour but once he does this man will crack jokes here and there with you.

Let me tell you Techs most hated things are Puns but gods does he love when you make them.

Please ruffle his hair and play with the curls this man will melt into your touch. Besides being touch starved he needs someone who can keep up with him and his hyper focusing on tasks.

Man drinks more Caf then the whole bad batch put together.

Some nights you will have to take his goggles off because he's fallen asleep on his work bench and the goggles are pressing into his face leaving marks.

It's a quite night on the havoc marauder. Hunter is in the pilot seat with Omega asleep on his lap. Echo is asleep in his hammock while Wrecker is passed out on a bunk.

Your tired eyes look thought the door towards Hunter before continuing your search for a certain clone who hasn't come to bed. Your feet make a soft padding noise along the cold steel floor. You poke your head into another room before finding Tech.

He is hunched over his desk still decked out in armor as he softly snores. There are five empty caf cups scattered across the table, which makes you smile.

You walk over quietly and brush your fingers thought his hair. "Tech baby wake up" you call softly only to get a groan from him as he snuggles into he table more.

"Tech wake up, your gonna be sore tomorrow if you stay there" you say hoping to pull him out of sleep. His tired eyes open before he looks up to you. "kar'ta shouldn't you be in bed" he ask with a groggy voice while he stretches and cracks a few bones. "I could say the same for you babe, come on let's go to bed and get you out of your armor" you say while pulling him up to stand.

He follows sluggishly with a tired smile. Once you both get to your bunk Tech let's out yawn as he goes to flop on the bed only for you to stop him. "Tech I love you but I'm not sleeping with you in full armor, come on let's get this off you" you state while beginning to unclip the name clasps.

After a good few minutes of hitting him out of his armor your hands move to his goggles and pull them off as you laugh lightly. "Stars Tech your face" you giggle before pressing a soft kiss the the rings outlining his eyes. He smiles softly before grabbing you and preceding to fall onto the bunk with you in his arms. "What would I do without you looking after me" he says softly. "Be a sore grumpy nerd" you say playfully as you cuddle into him.

#star wars clone wars #star wars clones #star wars #the bad batch #tbb imagines #tbb x reader #the bad batch tech #tbb #tbb tech #star wars tbb #tech the bad batch #tech x reader #tech #the bad batch imagine #the bad batch x reader

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sentientdroids · 3 years ago

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Fic Author Self Rec

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love.

i was tagged by my darling @pchberrytea ❤️ throwing tags at some of the most talented people i know @jld-az @shallow-gravy @lilin-writes @ejunkiet @tiesthatbind1899

1. Comply [Marvel Cinematic Universe]

In her, some part of him recognizes itself.

Or, in which SHIELD is reformed and not dissolved, and Bucky feels the weight of his wounds. A story told in vignettes.

MYY FKN BABY my current hyperfixation the air that i breathe. like all my most precious ideas, this one came to me in a dream and shortly after, wrecked my life and stole my sanity. literally don’t care if this is only ever for me bc i adore the story and the characters and their relationships to each other. the chapters are short and i’ll probably always worry that it’s a bad thing but i also feel that the medium suits the particular story i’m trying to tell and anyway i have Bucky Barnes brain rot and it’s terminal

2. Visage [The Mandalorian]

The way Mandalorians appreciate beauty is...subtle. Quiet and reverent.

This is the way.

eyyyy i just wanted Din Djarin to be soft and yearning and it’s completely self-indulgent

3. Cruel World [Fallout 4]

Danse and Nora's relationship fell apart years ago, but when they both end up in the Commonwealth waging war against the Institute, their paths cross again.

Time can't heal everything but they'll always have a soft spot for each other.

listen…..reading it now it’s kinda hot garbage LMAO i’m really tempted to rewrite it but it’s never gonna not be one of my faves because it was my first fic and the thing about me is i’m a sentimental ass bitch and also i’m in love with Nora <3 it made me so many friends and i grew tremendously while writing it and i think about it all the time. the story that got me through college has a special place in my heart.

4. Whiplash [Red Dead Redemption II]

Arthur Morgan meets a lone outlaw, a wanted woman, and his pursuit of her isn’t purely a matter of money.

i proved a lot to myself with this one. i made a character much different than what came naturally to me and it’s finished (!!) and damn. got a lot of seratonin from Maggie thank uuuu outlaws for life

5. Gaps in the Armor [Fallout 4]

She strikes when he isn’t ready, like any worthy adversary. She’s formidable, beautiful, and she knows how to shoot through the gaps in his armor.

this one is also impressive simply by virtue of it actually having been completed. i did wanna take it another direction at one point and draw it out more but i wanna do that with everything so what’s new y’know. i do actually like this one still mostly and it’s some of the only smut i’ve shared and even if it ain’t much it was a big step!today i can proudly say i’m unapologetically horny on main, even if i still keep my smut locked away where it can’t see the light of day.

#fic author self rec #boy i do not like reading my old stuff #growth is real tho amen

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ambivartence · 2 years ago

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SIYUANNNN~ i am here to associate you with things!!

okay so let’s go.

yellow: (but not like a very bright yellow. more like… the golden rays of the early morning type yellow. a calming, soft energy)

jeno: alshdkdhsksk how to not associate you with jeno honestly? tbh at this point i think of jeno and think of you. wouldn’t be surprised if you also smile like ( ◠ ◡ ◠ )

squiggly sketch lines: istg whenever i draw a squiggly line i IMMEDIATELY think of you because that’s like… your signature pshskshsks

AHSDFJSDFJJJ YASSSSSS my 3 brands LMFAO <3333 golden yellow !!! jeno leeeeeeee !!! and squiggles !!!!!!!! so so true bestie hehe also LOL i wish my smile was as cute as jeno's 🥺🥺🥺🥺

pause let's perceive him:

ok anyways love uuuu hope u have a great day thank u for sending this <3

> tell me what you associate me with <

#ask game #sulfurcosmos #jeno !!!!! <3

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sohmiya · 2 years ago

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OMG! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY, and I almost didn't check Tumblr today and I would've been so sad if I missed out on saying happy birthday!

I hope you've been having the most amazing day, you deserve all the most amazing things in life but today especially. I'm sending you lots of hugs and forehead smooches <33

All my ROs are sending their love too: A would be uncharacteristically sweet & give you a handwritten gift, you'd definitely get matching rings from B & they'd take you shopping, K would have no choice but to sing for you & P would give you one of their moving sketches & lots of handholding… ooo, and Shiloh would take you on a dog walking date with Mei, and then let you pick their next tattoo<33

THANK YOU SM MILA i just woke up but i hope you have the loveliest day too!!! sending you back all my hugs and forehead kisses MWAH love uuuu <333

and pls the feminine urge to have 5 hands so i can hold them all at the same time……. 🛐 i can imagine a being mean (affectionate) to me always except today so they’d look at anything but me while giving their gift and grumbling happy birthday jssjejkwakskjsk and b and i would get matching moonstone rings because it’s one of my birthstones and i’d want b to have at least one happy thought while thinking about the moon and omg imagine getting k to sing in the crushing stage hnggggg they’d look so shy and try to sing as soft as possible and they wouldn’t fix the curls falling on the forehead in a poor attempt to hide their face IM CRYINGGGG 😫😫😫 oh and i’d probably sense p drawing me in a corner so i’d keep moving around on purpose just to be a little shit but i’d forget that they have magic so they’d come up to me and show the moving sketch with a stupid smirk on their face and be like “nice try” then they’d hold my hand and kiss it anyway…… *hopeless romantic grip on thighs* AND OMG DOG WALKING DATE WITH SHILOH AND MEI 🥺🥺 i would bring my dog with us so mei could teach him some manners!!!! and shiloh and i would get those sappy couple tattoos like one of us would get a dandelion flower tattoo and the other would have a tattoo of the dandelion seed that people wish on 🥺 ugh all these headcanons just for me to spend another year being single…… nikkaphobia

#today i am y/n <3 #i am so brave for word vomiting all my hcs to you the AUTHOR #but thank you again i have the stupidest smile on my face <3333 #mila ✨#nikka answers

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exoticarmyofcrowns · 4 years ago

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sing for me | kth

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

summary: you have been living with your roommate for well over a year and the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you finally comes to a head

genre: romance, smut (VERY 18+ not for the littles), roommates au

warnings: masturbation, vouyerism??, fingering, thigh riding, attempted dirty talk, breath play, slight power play???, excessive use of the word “baby” and other pet names, kinda awkward discussion of feelings thrown in bc my characters never shut up when i want them to get it on sorry

word count: ~6.6k

a/n: hello~ um... i have no explanation for this. i am like half ashamed and half proud of this??? idek man. all i know is that i couldn’t have done it without @sugaerie so thank you so much my queen i love uuuu

You step through the door of your apartment, feet practically screaming with relief as you kick off your shoes.

Work was really kicking your ass lately. Add that together with the stress of grad school and you had a deadly concoction not even your favorite tea and copious amount of ibuprofen could protect you from. Your job as a cashier was pretty easy, you can’t lie, but constantly standing and running around the store did a number on your poor feet. Thank god you had weekends off—a perk of having worked there so long you practically had the manager wrapped around your pinky when it came time for scheduling—so you could sleep in for once.

Tossing your keys on the counter, you spare a glance at the clock above the stove as you walk into your small kitchen. It’s about a quarter to midnight. You figure Taehyung is still out with his friends, hitting up one of the bars downtown.

You sigh heavily at the thought of your roommate. Not because anything wrong with him. Taehyung is nothing short of incredible. He’s sweet and kind, always greeting you with the most adorable boxy smile that makes you feel like the only person in the universe. People gravitate toward him just as easily as he draws them in, a natural warmth that instantly puts others at ease in his presence. He’s generous and thoughtful, never missing an opportunity to surprise you at work with a coffee or just to see you. Those shifts are your favorites and maybe you’re a little spoiled because you often find yourself glancing at the entrance more often than not, trying to see if you can spot his dark, curly head from your register.

Not to mention Taehyung is incredibly stunning. Long dark curls frame his face in the most intimidatingly beautiful way it’s often hard to look away from him. He’s got piercing dark eyes that can stare right into your soul but that also crinkle beautifully at the corners when he smiles. His fashion sense is killer, obscure brands and fabrics lining his closet almost like a museum. You’re not sure how but he can wear just about anything and still manage to look like he just stepped off a runway.

He works as a freelance photographer and has quite the sizeable following on social media. He’s passionate about his work and it shows in the quality of his photos. You know next to nothing about photography but even you can see that the beauty and skill with which he wields his camera is nothing short of magical. Commissions are not hard to come by for him, though you’re more than positive it has just as much to do with Taehyung himself as it does his beautiful portfolio.

No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Taehyung.

Only that he’s perfect and you have a massive crush on him.

Exhaling tiredly, you run a heavy hand down your face. Anyone else would be ecstatic about having such a wonderful, attractive roommate but you know things like this can only end in disaster. More than anything, Taehyung is your friend—your best friend, you would argue—and involving feelings into your relationship can only end poorly. The whole roommates thing just adds another layer of complication that is better left alone. You don’t shit where you eat, after all.

But it’s difficult. Taehyung is just so nice and likeable it’s unreal. You often find your thoughts wandering to dangerous places when you both are curled up on the couch together during movie nights, blankets and pillows and snacks scattered all over the living room, while he curls his body around you without a second thought. He’s naturally tactile, you try to remind yourself in an effort to calm your racing pulse but then he’ll laugh at something happening in the movie, his cheeks plumping up adorably, and you know you’re a lost cause as you feel your heart melt all over again.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings for your roommate and you know something has to give eventually. In the last couple of weeks, there seemed to have been a shift in the air whenever you were around each other. Taehyung was still your adorable and playful friend but the hugs seemed longer, the touches more tender and lingering. You even think you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, a strange new darkness simmering beneath the chocolate irises.

Flushing with embarrassment and shame, you bury your face into your hands. Of course not. You’re just being ridiculously optimistic. You pull out a clean glass from the cupboard and fill it with water from the sink, hoping to dampen the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Cleaning up, you decide to pamper yourself with a long hot shower complete with a nice sugar scrub and an in-shower face mask. You even spring for a shave, already excited for the feel of your sheets against the smooth, moisturized expanse of your legs. It’s the little things.

You hum lightly under your breath, already feeling the residual tension from the week bleed out as you gently massage your favorite lotion into your skin. Finishing up, you feel much more relaxed and so wonderfully clean you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you move to head back to your room.

“___.”

It’s faint, so faint you think you imagine it but it still makes you freeze as you step out of the bathroom. Glancing down the short hallway that leads to your room, you blink for several seconds and wait to see if you hear it again. When nothing happens, you feel your heart resume its normal pace before rolling your eyes at yourself and continuing on to your room.

“___.”

This time it’s unmistakable and you can’t help the way the sound of your name makes you jump in fear. Now you’re in full-on panic mode and you anxiously scan the apartment. Your eyes catch on the faint light emanating from Taehyung’s room and you relax slightly. How had you not realized he was home already?

Your relief quickly morphs into confusion. Why would Taehyung be calling for you? Did he need something? Was he hurt? Stifling your self-induced panic, you quietly make your way over to his door. Despite having been in his room multiple times before, something feels off now. Almost like you shouldn’t be there. You can’t quite put your finger on it but something about the whole situation has you on edge…

You shake it off. It’s fine. You’ll just casually peep through the slightly ajar door and make sure everything is okay before marching off to bed to enjoy your evening in. Simple as that, right?

Wrong.

Whatever you thought you were going to see past the small opening of his door doesn’t hold a candle to the image that will undoubtedly be burned into your memory forever.

There, laying casually on his bed, is Taehyung. That in and of itself is not out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that he is naked save for the boxers he normally wears to bed, with a hand pulling desperately at his painfully red length.

It’s suddenly hard to breathe, air catching so violently in your throat you nearly choke audibly. Slapping a hand over your mouth and nose, you will yourself to calm down enough to take in the scene before you. Taehyung’s long legs are splayed almost elegantly across his sheets, deliciously thick thigh muscles clenching and unclenching from his ministrations. His hand glides skillfully over his cock, alternating between slow, languid tugs and fast, unyielding strokes. He throws his head back before tucking his chin in briefly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. A hiss of pleasure melts into a throaty groan and heat pools rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

A voice in the back of your mind screams for you to get away while you can. You shouldn’t be here. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lusted after your roommate, how long you’ve wanted to push him against any flat surface and have your way with him or let him have his way with you. It doesn’t matter that you want to do couple-y things with him too, like hold his hand and kiss those soft, pink lips because you are roommates—friends—and a fling like that could only end in disaster, especially when he doesn’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter and you have to leave now before—

“___,” Taehyung groans once again, hands caressing up his lean stomach and you’re distracted by the way his muscles ripple with the attention. “Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come help me?”

Something between a squeak and a cough leaves your throat in that instant and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t bring yourself to move for a good second but Taehyung lets out another low moan and your feet move of their own accord into the bedroom.

If you thought he was beautiful before, he is absolutely glowing in the soft light of his bedside lamp. A light sheen of sweat coats his skin and you are overwhelmed with the urge to lick a stray bead that travels down his neck. Your breath is coming out in short pants and you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together to ease the ache. This does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, darling.” The words leave his lips in a low purr and a shiver zips down your spine. He’s smirking at you, hands still gripping his length but his pace has slowed significantly as if giving you a show. He seems perfectly comfortable despite the lack clothing, completely unfazed by your blatant staring. Like he wants you to look at him and only him. The thought has your face burning.

“T-Tae, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t is obvious, sweetheart? Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you, hm?” A particularly wet pass over his dick has him sucking in a gasp and you find you can’t look away. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Taehyung fixates on the motion, pupils blown wide and darkening further.

“Although you haven’t picked up on my blatant flirting so maybe I should.”

That snaps you out of your reverie. “Flirting?” You hate the way your voice sounds so weak and vulnerable but it can’t be helped.

“I haven’t exactly been subtle, ___. I’ve been—fuck—I’ve been trying to drop hints for the last few weeks now, hell, the last few months but you never n-notice.” He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing a heavy sigh.

Your head is spinning. This Taehyung is so different from the one you’re used to—yes, he’s still the same incorrigible flirt, but where he is usually giggly and playful he is now sensual and downright sinful. You think back over the past few weeks, the lingering touches, the casual hugs. Taehyung has always been touchy but they had felt charged with something else entirely. It’s good to know you hadn’t been making that up.

“I…” You truly don’t know what to say for yourself. “I didn’t know,” you murmur, feeling very very small all of a sudden.

Taehyung immediately stills at your tone and misinterprets it as discomfort. “Oh. Oh god, ___, I’m so sorry.” Wrenching his hand away from himself, he scrambles on the bed, looking up at you with earnest, remorseful eyes. The waistband of his boxers snap shut in his frenzy and you almost mourn the loss of the desire-tinted skin. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you…maybe you felt the same?”

You’re so taken aback by the complete 180 he’s made that your response gets caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts, This is more like the Taehyung you know, kind and considerate, and you almost forget the situation you’re in. Almost.

“N-No!” you stammer, eager to assuage his uncertainty. “I mean, yes, I-I…” You close your eyes tightly. “I do…feel the same.”

The way Taehyung looks at you after your stunted confession has your heart auditioning for a marathon and goosebumps prickling across your skin. You may as well have just hung all the stars in the sky with the amount of adoration swimming in his warm irises.

“I’m glad,” he grins brightly at you and you can’t help but smile back. You bite your lip out of habit and the smile fades from his face as he watches you.

Swallowing thickly, he rasps, “___, c-can I kiss you? Please.”

The desperation in his voice is not something you expect and a jolt of electricity zings down your spine. Dazed, you nod. That’s all Taehyung needs before he practically launches himself to his feet to grab you by the waist and pull you to him. His hand—the other hand that was not touching himself—cradles your face as he bends down to brush your noses together. A moment passes, Taehyung staring into your eyes to give you room to pull away. When you don’t, he smiles briefly to himself before surging forward to connect your lips.

The kiss is soft and warm, exchanging only the slightest bit of pressure as if you both are worried that you’ll frighten the other. Which is ridiculous, you think, since you have yet to run away. You bounce up on your toes to alleviate the reach for Taehyung and kiss him harder. He hums appreciatively as he nips at you, the sound tingling from your lips and down the length of your body. You shiver in his hold and move to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. The distance disappears between you two and you feel his arousal poking at your stomach. You break the kiss to look down between you, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Glancing up at Taehyung from beneath your eyelashes, you marvel at how positively wrecked he looks. He’s still damp with sweat but his mouth is slightly swollen from your kisses and his eyes are so blown out they’re practically black with desire. You feel yourself clench hopelessly as the blood rushes loudly in your ears.

“Can I—Can I watch you?”

You’re just as surprised as Taehyung is to hear those words leave your mouth but you’re not quite thinking straight, not when he looks like that and you finally have him in a way you never thought you would. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, and you want to savor every moment together.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to be faring much better, the request making his breathing turn heavy as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. “Are you sure, ___? Are you absolutely sure? Because once we start, I don’t think I can stop.”

Peeking up at him coyly, you respond, “Who says I’ll want you to?”

A beat. Then, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and practically growls at your words. His arm tightens around your waist and crushes your body to him as if trying to mold you together. You love it.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show.” His lips quirk into a lascivious smirk before crashing your mouths together once again. This kiss is different than the previous one, not one bit of hesitation lingering now. Taehyung’s tongue licks along the seam of your mouth insistently and your legs turn to jelly as you open up for him.

The kiss is over too soon but before you can mourn the loss of his lips, he pushes you down onto the bed and resumes his spot against the pillows. Tugging on his boxers, Taehyung pulls them down to discard them somewhere behind you. Heat pulses through you at the sight of his exposed flesh and your thighs rub together once again.

Taking himself in hand, Taehyung spreads his legs and begins a torturously slow pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this.” All the air in your lungs leaves you at the confession. You can’t even think clearly, much less think up a semi-coherent response, but he doesn’t seem deterred by your silence.

“I’ve always—shit—I’ve always wanted t-to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours, ravage it until you can’t think. Your mouth, your neck, anything I could get my lips on.” Your eyes eagerly take in the sight of the milky substance beading at the tip of his cock and making his passes even messier.

“Ah, fuck, I-I wondered what kind of sounds you would make. If you would gasp and sigh or if I could make you scream.” He twists his wrist as he glides over the head of his length and he gasps out loud, his breathing rough and ragged and oh so lovely.

“I’ve thought about what it would take you to make you beg for it.”

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it and heat blooms across your cheeks. Taehyung stills for a moment before resuming with a smirk.

“Oh? Does my baby like the sound of that? Of me making you beg for my cock?” You nod, stunned and aroused beyond belief. It’s as if your brain has short-circuited and all you can think about is the fantasy that Taehyung so beautifully illustrates for you.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckles, tonguing the corner of his lips. “I should have guessed at what a desperate little thing you’d be. Asking me to stroke my dick while you watch.” He tuts playfully, eyes never leaving yours.

Breathing has become steadily more difficult and you’re acutely aware of the dampness between your legs. You want nothing more than to relieve the ache but you’re so transfixed on the beautiful man laid out in front of you that you can do nothing more than squeeze your thighs together.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s eyes rake down your form, taking in your lust-darkened gaze and heaving chest before lingering on the apex of your tensed thighs. “I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you? So eager to take my cock that I could just slip right in if I wanted to, hm?” Again you nod, fingers twitching as you grip the sheets beneath you. He laughs lowly and the sound washes over you and settles deep in your stomach.

“God, I bet you’d taste so sweet on my tongue. I would spend hours just buried between your legs if you’d let me. Every time you prance around the apartment in those scraps you call shorts, I just want to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk. Would you like that, baby girl? Want me to sink my cock into that sweet cunt of yours? Make it mine, over and over again?”

You’re practically panting now, desperate sounds ripping themselves from your throat as Taehyung stares at you intensely, hand never faltering on his swollen erection. He seems to take pity on you because in the next moment, he murmurs a deep, “Come here, baby.”

Snapping into action, you nearly stumble over yourself in your haste to be close to him. He smiles, fondness flickering in his eyes beneath the lust at your eagerness. You crawl forward until you are settled on your knees between his legs. A feeling of shyness settles over you—absurd, given the circumstances—and you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. A hand winds around your waist and pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle one of his thighs. You feel a finger slip under your chin to coax you into looking at him. When you do, Taehyung offers a sweet smile.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” You go to nod but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I need to hear you say it, ___.”

“Yes.” You’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake. “I want you, Tae.”

The finger on your chin turns into a forceful grip as he crashes your mouths together once again. It’s messy and desperate and you can’t help the loud moan that Taehyung swallows gleefully. You welcome his tongue into your mouth and when you give it a pointed suck, he lets out an answering groan low in his throat.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he pants against your cheek, planting wet kisses down your jaw and to the length of your neck. His lips meet the collar of your shirt but before he can even ask, you’re wrenching it off your body and onto the ground.

Taehyung seems at a loss for the first time since you’d walked into his room and you revel in the swell of pride that overtakes you. He can’t help but ogle greedily at the newly-exposed skin and you feel powerful knowing that you have his undivided attention.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Taehyung places a gentle kiss right above your heart before slowly making his way lower. The gesture is not lost on you and you find yourself melting further into his touch as your hand wraps around to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You can feel two hands ghost up your sides to tease the undersides of your breasts and you inhale sharply, chest pushing up into his mouth. Taehyung breathes a laugh onto your skin before cupping the soft flesh and placing almost reverent kisses upon their stiff peaks.

“Tae, please,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of sensations he is inflicting on you.

“Hmm, I like hearing you beg for me.” His tongue flicks against your pebbled nipple and you cry out, unable to hold back anymore. “My desperate baby girl.”

“T-Tae, ah, please don’t tease.”

“Don’t tease?” He punctuates the question with a sharp squeeze. “But you’ve been teasing me for well over a year, no? Walking around the apartment practically naked, with nothing but a t-shirt or these poor excuse for shorts.” Taehyung’s hands leave a lingering pinch before gliding down the length of your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. Hooking a finger inside, he snaps the elastic back in place and you gasp. “No panties?” He asks in wonder, eyes fixed on your lower half.

Swallowing, you murmur, “I-I don’t usually wear them to bed.”

He lets out a throaty groan. “Fuck, you really—” He cuts himself off with another sharp exhale, head tipping backward as he squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain. Something nudges the side of your thigh and you look down at forgotten length between you, swollen and nearly purple. As if in a daze, you reach for the turgid flesh and let the tips of your fingers graze the head tentatively. Taehyung’s eyes snap open to look at you in shock and you freeze.

“Do that again. Please.”

You can hardly deny him when he looks so fucked out beneath you and your hand begins a tentative pace, stroking his dick like you had witnessed him do earlier.

“That’s it, atta girl,” he groans into your shoulder, kissing the skin almost absentmindedly. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your stomach plummets at his words, inner muscles clenching almost painfully. You’re so turned on your shorts are most likely unsalvageable but seeing Taehyung so wrecked and because of you makes it all worthwhile.

Keeping up the pace on his cock, you don’t even notice your hips begin to lower onto his thigh and rock down against him until he sits up from where he’d begun to slouch in pleasure, leg knocking up into your dripping heat.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that.” His words send your heart stuttering in your chest. “Your poor little cunt has been neglected, hm? You’ve been such a good girl for me, stroking my cock and getting me ready. I think you deserve a reward.”

Taehyung grips your hips with bruising force and helps you grind harder onto his leg. The drag of your shorts against your swollen clit is a little too harsh but the sheer dampness of the fabric makes the glide much easier.

“I can feel you dripping onto my leg. You’re soaked, baby.” You’re delirious at this point, incoherent noises spilling from your lips as you work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh. It’s not long before you feel the pleasure mounting within you, hips pistoning back and forth even faster.

“That’s it, baby girl. Use me. Make yourself cum on my thigh. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.” His hands run soothingly across your skin, sending your nerves on fire. You whine as you feel your orgasm approach with each pass of your hips.

“Come on, babe. Give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over me.”

With a strangled cry, you buck against Taehyung uncontrollably as you finally release all over his leg. You curl into him, hands tangling into his hair and tugging in order to keep yourself grounded. Your hips gradually slow as you ride out your high and you find it a struggle to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, letting the aftershocks wash over you.

“Oh, ___,” Taehyung murmurs in wonder. Almost sheepishly, you peek up at him from beneath your eyelashes to see him staring at you with such unadulterated reverence and want that your heart skips a beat. “You did so well, baby girl,” he rasps, lips ghosting over your face tenderly.

Face warm, you try to redirect the attention to him and begin placing gentle kisses along the length of his neck. Taehyung tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering prettily at your ministrations. Smirking to yourself, you trail your hand teasingly down the length of his chest to make your way down to his dick but he stops you with a firm hand around your wrist. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, he’s already flipped you over onto your back.

“Hmm, still so eager for my cock.” He nips playfully at your bottom lip, laughing when you move to chase him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re getting there. I have to get you ready first.”

Two of his fingers brush the swell of your mouth and you open immediately to take them in. Taehyung inhales sharply as you give them a pointed suck, eyes narrowing slightly to let you know that you will certainly pay for that later. The thought sends a shot of arousal to your core.

Taehyung removes his fingers and wastes no time in bringing them to the apex of your thighs. He makes quick work of your soiled shorts and suddenly, he’s all you can feel. A single digit swipes the length of your slit to circle around your clit, eliciting a hiss from the both of you.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” Tae groans, in a trance. “All for me.”

He wasn’t really speaking to you but you nod anyway. “Yes, Tae. All for you.”

Eyes snapping to yours, he sinks one finger into your weeping heat and watches your face for any signs of discomfort. You tense slightly before relaxing and sending him a reassuring smile as a signal that he can continue. He pumps his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before gently slipping in another. Scissoring the digits, Taehyung furrows his brows and bites his lip as he forces himself to be patient.

You, on the other hand, are having a much harder time controlling yourself. Soft whimpers escape you with every pump of Taehyung’s fingers. One particularly potent curl has you gasping for air as an animalistic growl tears itself from your throat, hips bucking harshly upwards.

“Gah, Tae—please,” you pant, hands flailing wildly for something to hold onto before settling on his hair.

“Anything, darling.” Taehyung inserts yet another finger and you begin to really feel the stretch, so much that it nearly becomes uncomfortable. A small noise of discomfort makes the man above you pause but he mouths at your temple reassuringly. “I know, baby, I know. But I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Right then, he curls his fingers just as he did before and you’re seeing stars again. He places adoring kisses along your jaw before dipping for another taste of your mouth. You eagerly accept him, opening fully to him as your hips roll along with the rhythm of his fingers.

Breaking away, you pant, “I’m ready, Tae.”

“Are you sure?” Looking deeply into your eyes, he must find what he’s looking for because he nods lightly and kisses you breathless. He reaches over to his nightstand and rummages in his drawer. The crinkle of a wrapper hits your ears, making your face warm slightly as the reality of the situation hits you full force. You were really doing this. The fact that the man that you’ve pined after for so long is here with you—actually likes you—is so surreal you’re not quite sure how to process it but you’ll be damned if you didn’t enjoy every second of it.

Once he has rolled the condom on, Taehyung moves upward to cup your face between his hands. “Before we begin, are you absolutely s—”

“Tae, I swear to god if you do not get inside me in the next three seconds I will flip us over and do it myself.”

Taehyung blinks before chuckling. “There will be plenty of time for that, sweetheart. But for right now…” His smile turns sinister, prompting anticipation to swirl deliciously in your stomach. “I’m calling the shots.”

He takes himself in hand and rubs the tip up and down the length of your folds. Your eyes flutter when Taehyung collects your pooling arousal, making a complete mess of you.

When he pushes in, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. He’s big—of course he is—bigger now that he’s entering you and you can’t deny that the stretch is more than welcome. You glance up at Taehyung’s face and are pleased to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. He locks eyes with you, dark irises burning with lust but also something deeper. Something…soft and warm. The thought sends your heart pounding in your chest.

As he bottoms out, Taehyung makes sure to probe your face for any signs of discomfort. He doesn’t find any and tentatively thrusts into you, eyes never leaving yours as he does. You gasp, nerves tingling as a whine tears itself from your throat, soft and breathy.

“That’s it, angel,” Taehyung pants in your ear. “Sing for me. Let me know just how good I make you feel.”

You clench helplessly, reveling in the low grunt it earns from the man above you. He begins to pick up the pace, hips snapping fiercely against yours so that the only sound is the harsh slap of skin against skin mingling with your eager breaths.

“Such a tight little cunt, even after you’ve already cum once.” His voice is even raspier with the force of his thrusts and you practically keen at the sound. “I wonder how many times I can make you lose it.”

You sob, hips rising desperately to meet his. “P-Please,” you cry, unsure what it is you’re asking for but it doesn’t matter because he props himself up to get a better angle, looking down at your writhing form.

“Such a desperate little baby.” He punctuates the pet name with a particularly harsh snap of his hips and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your second orgasm rising within you, all you need is a little push.

“You know,” Taehyung begins, concentrating his thrusts to a slow roll, “I’ve always been curious about one thing.”

Before you can ask what it is, you see his hand snake between you, gliding across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, to settle at the base of your throat. Your eyes widen of their own accord, breath stuttering as you realize the intention. Taehyung’s eyes hold a silent question and you nod, albeit a bit desperately, prompting him to wrap his long fingers steadily around the lowest part of your neck.

“Fucking filthy,” he whispers in awe, gaze alternating between your face and the sight of his hand wrapped around your pretty neck. He thinks he could watch this forever. Squeezing experimentally, Taehyung watches with utter delight at how quickly you fall apart under his grip. Your hands scramble to claw at his arm, not to pull it away but to keep him locked in place.

“Poor baby just wants to be choked and fucked senseless, is that it?” You nod jerkily, pleasure fogging your mind and making you delirious. You couldn’t talk even if you tried but the way your hips buck up into his needily tell him all he needs to know.

“So honest,” he chuckles, increasing the pressure slightly. “Good girls get what they want.” Taehyung pulls his hips back, so far that only the tip remains inside you, before snapping back in full-force. The pace he sets is brutal and you can feel his hip brushing relentlessly against your clit.

“T-Tae,” you gasp, stomach tightening as a particularly well-timed thrust has you seeing stars. “C-Close.”

“Is baby girl gonna cum?” You nod frantically, eyes focusing and unfocusing on his face. “Come on, baby. Give me one more. I know you can do it. My desperate. Little. Slut.”

Taehyung tightens his grip even further and that’s the end for you. A scream lodges itself in your throat as the coil in your lower stomach snaps, sending you spiraling into the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in a while. Taehyung releases his hand from your neck abruptly, the rush of air prolonging your pleasure to the point you think you might pass out.

Above you, you hear Taehyung groan gutterly at the vice-like grip your walls have trapped him in. “Fuck, princess, I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Still breathless, you fight against the fog clouding your brain. “Please, Tae. Cum inside me, please. I-I want it so bad.”

“Such a filthy little thing,” he stutters, breaths sounding labored in your ears as he gets closer to his own climax. “Gonna f-fill you up so good. Make this cunt mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, tightening your muscles one last time around him. That seems to be the end for him because before you know it, Taehyung is moaning into your shoulder.

“All. Fucking. Mine,” he growls as he snaps his hips, once, twice, before stilling inside you.

It seems to last hours but Taehyung eventually collapses onto his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight. You both take a minute to catch your breath, enjoying the feeling of closeness that follows. Eventually, he pulls back, carefully slipping out of you to tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket. You wince but relax immediately after, snuggling further into the soft down of his comforter.

Taehyung smiles adoringly as he makes his way back to the bed, heart flipping at how cute you look in his bed. Almost as if you belong there. He hesitates as he gets to the edge, fearing for a moment whether or not it was alright to join you. Those fears are put to rest as you blink sleepily up at him, arms tiredly reaching for him. Relieved, he snuggles in next to you and gathers you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment as you both enjoy being wrapped up in each other.

“Since when?” you finally break the silence, tracing mindless patterns across his chest.

Taehyung inhales sharply. He knows exactly what you mean. Still, he feigns ignorance. “What?”

You close your eyes for a moment, burying your face further into his chest. “Since when have you liked me?”

“Since when have you liked me?” he shoots back and you pinch the skin on his ribs. He yelps before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“I asked you first,” you whine, risking a glance up at his face. Taehyung is already staring down at you fondly, warm gaze melting into your own.

“Since the very first moment,” he whispers softly. You almost laugh, except his face is deadly serious. It’s suddenly hard to swallow around the lump in your throat. You stare at him in wonder—the delicate brush of his eyelashes against his cheek, the soft sweep of his sweat-dampened hair over his forehead, the gentle curve of his lips as he smiles at you. You clear your throat, glancing away as a pleasant warmth settles over your cheeks.

“That’s not an answer.”

He laughs breathily in your ear and you fight a shiver. “Okay, okay. Well the first time I realized it was the day you had come back from your shift after you had switched managers.”

You balk. “Are you serious?” You remember that day. Management had decided to move your favorite supervisor over to the men’s department while you remained stuck in shoes. The new guy was awful—condescending, incompetent, and downright unpleasant. You had come home that day with three different bottles of wine and all the take out you could afford and practically forced Taehyung to drink with you and listen to your misery. The guy was eventually fired but the whole experience had left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

Tae chuckles as he thinks back to that night. “Yes, I’m serious. You were about halfway through the second bottle and were practically screaming curses at the guy. It took you all of 30 minutes after dinner to fall asleep right there on the couch, somehow still complaining about that dickwad.” You snort, hand shooting up to cover your face in embarrassment. “As you talked, I realized…I could listen to you forever. And then you fell asleep, cuddling so cutely into my shoulder, and I knew I was a goner. Even though you snore.”

Your eyes, which had started watering at his heartfelt confession, widen before you regain your composure enough to hit his chest. “I do not snore.”

Taehyung winces playfully, knowing full-well that you don’t but enjoying teasing you all the same. “So, yeah. I’ve liked you for a while. And I had an inkling you felt the same.”

“Oh, yeah? What gave it away? The fact that I practically hopped on your dick?” you tease.

“Well it certainly didn’t hurt.” He winks at you and you have to stifle the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. “But it was little things. Like how you’d blush at a compliment or if I hugged you just a bit too long. I couldn’t be sure though. Not until tonight, I guess.”

“Well,” you shift upwards, his confession instilling a confidence in you that you hadn’t known you possessed, “in case I haven’t made it abundantly clear: I like you very, very much, Kim Taehyung.”

He’s silent for a single, nerve-wracking beat before the most brilliant smile lights up his face and for the second time that night, you find yourself breathless.

“And I like you very, very much, too, ___.”

Taehyung kisses you then, slow and sweet, and you’re left thinking that you never want to be anywhere else.

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littledrummeraussie · 4 years ago

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It’s still the 20th in my timezone so I wanted to give my request a try: 😍 - it’s so cliche but I’d like to read smth. With being roommates with Ashton (maybe the reader also works in the music industry like his real roommate) and the reader slowly realises that they are in love with him.

1. Ashton overstimulating youu🤤🍭 but like not as a punishment more as a “exploring” and like al the praise he would give uuuu🤤🔥

2. Ash using a shower head on you?🔥🔥🔥 or maybe he holds ur legs open with his own legs and uses a vibrator to overstimulate you🤤🤤🤤🔥

3. @ashtondaddy90 Congratulations! You deserve all the followers you got. Your fanfic are all amazing 🍭 with dom! Ashton

When I asked where should we go next with the 1K Celebration prompts Blanca @notinthesameguey simply said that we should combine them. So this is entierly her fault. Thank you Blanca.

I didn’t exactly follow the prompts, but I hope you will still enjoy Ashton and his roommate having feelings for each other, resolving the tension with some naughty sex in the end.

1K celebration masterlist

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“Rise and shine!”

“Fuck off,” you laughed into your pillow, burrowing under the blankets as Ashton opened the curtains in your bedroom. “It’s too early for your bullshit.”

“It’s 9 AM and you’ve already missed breakfast,” he climbed over your bed, tugging the sheets down before taking the pillow out of your hands. “No pillow fights, you know I’m right.”

“Didn’t plan on it,” you chuckled and Ashton lovingly rolled his eyes, already knowing that you definitely thought about hitting him with your pillow.

“Coffee’s waiting for you downstairs,” he leaned over and combed the hair back from your face before kissing your cheek. “I need to run some errands, do you need anything?”

“5 more minutes of sleep,” you closed your eyes, giving a light push to his shoulder to give you more space.

“You’re unbelievable,” he huffed with a laugh before scooting off the bed. “Why do I even let you live here?”

“Because I pay rent, not like Calum,” you gave him a sleepy wink, and Ashton laughed again, clicking his tongue.

“True. Alright, call me if you need anything.”

“A new roommate!”

It all happened after your previous roommate got a boyfriend for herself and you quickly needed to find a place when they’ve decided to move out and into their new shared home. Ashton’s offer came in the form of a surprise call while you were packing up your stuff. The two of you previously worked on a few small projects and he told you that he had a spare room you could use as long as you needed it. He even helped you transport all your things across town and made you feel right at home in his own house.

You’ve spent the evening catching up on the last few months as you ate takeout and drank cool ciders, setting some ground rules for your new living conditions. Ashton pressed a kiss on the top of your head before he went to bed, making your face heat up. You’ve told yourself that the feeling will pass; after all it was just a friendly gesture from him – he was your new roommate, nothing more.

The first few weeks were spent working out how the two of you could actually live together without being in each other’s space all the time, but you both found that you didn’t mind the other’s presence while you were working. It was way much simpler than you’ve thought it would be, and by the next month you were already working on another project together in your spare time. You’ve felt a strange domestic bliss settle over the two of you as you’ve cooked dinner and washed the dishes, talking about ideas while you ran errands or when you’ve watched TV before bedtime. Ashton seemed like the perfect boyfriend material and you needed to tell yourself to keep your thoughts PG when it came to him. You didn’t want to wake up one morning to awkward conversations about your night activities.

This thought lasted until you started to realize how comfortable the two of you became with each other. Ashton didn’t mind taking off his shirt during the day if it got too hot for him, and most mornings you’ve found him in the kitchen only in his boxers, tan skin and muscles all on display as he made coffee. His smile was always bright and flirty, and on many occasions you felt your panties slightly sticking to your skin by the time you’ve finished your breakfast. He let you borrow his hoodies, still warm from his body with his scent lingering on the fabric, and you felt dizzy whenever you’ve thought about burying your nose in his neck just to really feel him. You slowly started to realize that you had it bad for Ashton – and that you couldn’t help yourself, even if you’ve tried your hardest.

It happened during one of those nights when Ash was out with the guys and you spent the majority of your time alone, sipping on a glass of wine and enjoying a hot bath. You were a bit tipsy as you found your way back to your room, ready to turn in for the night and have a long sleep before he woke you up again at the crack of dawn. As you passed Ashton’s bedroom you stopped – the door was left ajar and you peeked inside with a giggle. You’ve been in there plenty of times before, but there was something exciting about looking inside while he wasn’t there. You caught sight of a discarded black shirt on the floor and you had a feeling Ashton kicked it under the bed in a hurry as he was getting ready.

A blush crawled up your neck at the thought of stealing it, and before you knew it you slipped inside, reaching down and bringing the shirt up to your nose, inhaling his citrusy scent that mixed with the smell of sweat and the fabric softener he used. You hugged it to your chest as you made your way back to your room, locking the door before letting the towel fall on the floor, and in seconds you pulled the shirt over your head, pretending it was an actual hug from Ashton. You lay back against the pillows as you buried your nose in the collar of the shirt, a small moan leaving your lips as you clenched your thighs together, a familiar throbbing taking over you. God, you wanted him so bad.

Your nipples hardened under the fabric as you thought about all those times he ran around the house only in his sweatpants, shirt forgotten next to his drum kit after practice, water drops clinging to his skin before running down on his back, soaking the towel riding low on his hips. A hand slipped between your thighs, fingertips teasing your slit as you thought about Ashton’s fingers drumming on the counter or brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, his touch always soft and careful, and more than anything you wished you could feel that touch on your skin right now. You imagined what those long fingers could do to you, all the places they could reach to make you see stars, and you threw your head back as you slowly eased a finger inside.

In your fantasy hazel eyes stared up at you as Ashton slowly moved his finger in and out, a grin pulling at his full lips as he told you how beautiful you looked. Before you knew it a second finger joined the first to stretch you, and you whined as you thought about Ashton doing the same to you, preparing you for his cock. Your other hand slipped down to rub your clit, pretending it was his lips and tongue chasing you towards your pleasure. You let your sounds spill out of you, moans and whines mixed with words begging for something more as you let your fingers bring you to your next orgasm, already working towards the third, not caring about how sensitive you were.

What you didn’t know was how the door opened downstairs, Ashton quietly locking it, not wanting to wake you as he figured you’ve already gone to bed. He toed off his shoes and made his way up the stairs, but stopped when he heard moans from behind your door. Ashton held his breath as he listened to the sounds, face hot and cock stirring in his pants as he realized what you were doing. He wished your door was open just a crack.

Maybe he should have been ashamed as he let his fingers curl around the hard-on straining against his jeans but he couldn’t help himself. He’s been doing his best to keep you out of those kinds of thoughts, even though the final image crossing his mind before coming was always one of you. Ashton didn’t want to ruin your friendship and your current living arrangements, but he felt like you’ve put a spell on him all those years ago when you two started working together. He wished that he could figure you out, to find out if the thoughts and feelings he had towards you would be reciprocated if he ever had the courage to just come clean about them.

And God knows he tried to gauge your reaction after the first few weeks you’ve spent together as roommates. There was a reason he forgot to put on clothes in the morning, pattering around the kitchen only in his boxers as you came down for coffee. He was always careful with your conversations, using certain words and themes that would tell him if you would be open for something more between the two of you. Ashton felt a spark of hope whenever he caught you in one of his shirts or hoodies, or those times you fell asleep with your head in his lap – there was something in the air, he was sure about that. You were way too comfortable with each other just to be friends. He just needed to be sure it wasn’t just unresolved sexual tension, but maybe something deeper.

His pants were already hanging open, rubbing his cock through his boxers as he listened to your moans and whimpers, tightening his fist around himself every time he heard you riding out your next orgasm. He was rock hard and leaking precum, soaking the fabric of his boxers as he quickened his pace, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his own sounds at bay. This was the first time Ashton really let himself think about you like that – naked and writhing on your bed, fingers curling around his biceps or into his hair as he kissed and sucked your neck, leaving his marks on your skin as he took you hard and fast. He wished he could be the one drawing those sounds out of you, making your thighs shake and your body tremble as he made you come again and again.

A high-pitched moan echoed around the house and it took only a few more strokes for Ashton to reach his own orgasm, his sounds muffled by a hand over his mouth. With his back against the wall he gave himself a few seconds to catch his breath before scrambling back to his room. His face felt hot, hair sticking to his forehead as he shrugged off his shirt and jeans, his boxers a mess from his pleasure. He wiped himself before throwing his clothes into the hamper, crawling under his sheets as he tried to wrap his mind around what just happened. Ashton was ready to feel shame, to feel like he had violated your privacy which was one of the ground rules between the two of you – but he only felt the wild thumping of his heart and the pleasure still buzzing through him.

It might have been the first time he heard you through the walls – but it wasn’t the last.

From that point on it felt like a game that none of you wanted to really acknowledge you were playing. Some days it was you wearing only a shirt and a short with no underwear on as you’ve made breakfast, wanting to know if the sight would make Ashton finally tick. Other times it was him leaving the bathroom door open just a crack as he took a shower in the morning, his voice dangerously close to a moan while humming to himself. It was flirty remarks with double meanings, sentences cut short as they would give away too much, and touches that lingered on too long on knees and shoulders. It was Ashton leaving his shirts all over the place that you would pick up later and steal to sleep in them, always making sure to put them in the hamper before he caught you. Whenever you thought he was already asleep you’ve let your mind and hands wander, not knowing how he listened to your pleasure as he tried his hardest not to go over to your room and take you right then and there. Both of you wanted the same thing – you were just scared to take the necessary steps, not wanting to face the possibility that maybe you have misunderstood something.

Ashton’s been acting strange for weeks, and you started to feel like you may have done something that made him close himself in his office, spending hours on his phone and leaving the house for long periods of time. Then another thought crossed your mind, one that made you want to move out of the house immediately. If Ashton found someone for himself then you didn’t want things to be awkward for any of you – you’ve already spent a good chunk of your year living with him, maybe it was time to finally find your next home somewhere else where you wouldn’t be a third wheel. Again.

But before you could approach him with the question you were dragged away for a quick road trip by your friends, and at least for two days you were able to forget about your feelings and thoughts that all circled around him. The house seemed dark and empty when they’ve dropped you off at home, and you almost asked your girls to let you crash at one of their places as you were sure Ashton was out and most definitely with his mysterious new girlfriend, but they’ve already left the scene, making you look for your keys to enter the house.

What you didn’t expect was the lights turning on the moment you’ve stepped inside, familiar faces cheering and shouting ‘happy birthday’ at you as Ashton tackled you from his place next to the door, hugging you as he bellowed ‘surprise!’, making the both of you giggle. You quickly found out that he’s been organizing your party for weeks now, going out of his way to make it perfect, calling up all of your friends and looking for volunteers to help him get you out of the house until everything was prepared. By the time your road trip team arrived back to the house you were already changed out of your travel clothes, sipping on a glass of champagne and hugging Ashton, thanking him again and again for the amazing surprise.

His smile was wide, eyes sparkling as he pulled you to his chest to dance with him, and for a moment you’ve wished the two of you would be alone so you could kiss him senseless, properly thanking him for all the work he has done. You let your head rest on his shoulder, getting lost in his scent and how he held you, and he pressed a kiss on your temple before announcing that it was time for some birthday cake. You ended up with frosting all over your face, smearing some of it on Ashton and Calum’s cheek before continuing the party which lasted well past midnight.

Ashton wrapped his arm around your waist as he helped you upstairs, both of your tipsy giggles echoing around the house. Most of your friends have already left, but a few were passed out on the couch and fast asleep in the armchairs. He made sure you were put into bed safe and sound, wishing you a happy birthday once again as he closed the door behind himself. Ash stopped before going to his room, thinking about how he wanted to kiss you goodnight, how he wanted to press his lips against yours as one last present for your special day. He shook his head, telling himself that he needed to be sober before making decisions like this, and went to his room to sleep of his drunken haze – confessions can wait a few more hours.

Your eyes opened as you felt the mattress dip next to you, expecting to see Ashton with a cup of coffee, but only finding one of your guy friends asking if you wanted him to stick around and help you clean up after yesterday’s birthday party. You gave him a smile, telling him that he can definitely go home; you and Ashton will deal with the rest once you have woken up. He gave you a hug before leaving your room and in a minute you’ve heard the front door closing, signalling his departure.

You peeled yourself out of bed, throwing on an oversized shirt as you made your way downstairs, ready to see what needed to be done. The first step was definitely coffee, and as you waited for it you started to clean up the plastic cups and plates, collecting and throwing them into a bag. A song from last night got stuck in your head, something you have danced to with Ashton, and you bit your lip as you thought of his warm body wrapped up with yours. You hummed to yourself as you reached for two mugs, deciding that you will be the one bringing coffee for Ashton this morning – and who knows, maybe he will invite you to join him in his bed.

“What, is he gone already?”

Ashton’s gruff voice took you by surprise, and you spun around to face him, unsure of what he’s referring to. He was leaning against the wall, hair sleep mussed and arms crossed over his chest, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you over.

“I don’t follow,” you shook your head, suddenly feeling small under his stare, and he just huffed.

“Right, cause Greg didn’t just leave your room this morning,” he rolled his eyes, voice full of venom as he spit the name out. “Stop playing around.”

“Well, if you need to know, then yes,” you crossed your arms as well, mirroring him. “He did come in before he left. What, am I not allowed to have friends over, especially ones you have invited? And anyway, are you spying on me?”

“Guess you got what you’ve craved? Did he finally fuck you?” he took a step forward, now towering above you. “I remember you telling me you had a crush on him.”

“Geez, Ash, what is up with you?” you looked at him in disbelief. “That was years ago, why would you bring that up now? And God no! No, he just came to ask if he could help me clean up.”

“Well, then where is he?” he quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like he’s into the whole housework thing.”

“I’ve told him we can clean up just fine. You and I. Didn’t want him to get under our feet.”

“Yes, but did he get under something else?” Ashton’s fingers curled into the hem of your shirt, eyes on fire as he tugged you closer. “Maybe he did clean you up…”

“Okay, stop that right now,” you pushed Ashton away, annoyed with his nonsense. “I don’t know what kind of weird stuff you’re talking about or why is this sudden interest in my sex life, and definitely don’t understand this… possessive jealous act. Coffee’s on the counter. Find me when you’ve cooled down.”

You’ve stepped around Ashton, ready to go back upstairs and curl up in your room, trying to make sense of his unexpected mood swings and strange words but you were suddenly pulled back by your shirt and before you knew it you were pushed up against the wall, Ashton pinning you there with his body.

“Stop,” he breathed heavily, fingers curling around your wrists before pulling them above your head. “You stay right here.”

“Or what?” you tilted your head up, looking into his eyes. “You revoke my roommate card?”

“No, I wouldn’t do that,” he shook his head before quickly licking his lips. “But I might make you pay your rent in a different way…”

“Fuck it, I’m done with this,” you huffed as you tugged your hands free from his grasp just to curl your fingers around his jaw, pulling him close and crashing your lips together.

Ashton moaned in your mouth, arms sliding around your waist to pull you closer to him, hands resting on the top of your ass. After months of letting the tension build between the two of you it finally broke, and you let yourself curl into Ashton’s embrace as his tongue licked against your lips, pushing it in to kiss you deeper. You were up on your tiptoes as your hands slid down to his shoulders and over his bare chest, tickling his sides before settling on the sweatpants riding low on his hips, fingertips pushing under the fabric. He chuckled against your lips before taking your wrists again and pulling them back between your bodies.

“Cute,” his tone was playful, voice just above a whisper. “But I have other ideas.”

Before you could ask him what he meant Ashton has already turned you around, pushing you up against the wall again, his body melting against your back. A moan slipped out of you as you felt his hardening cock on your ass, his lips skimming on the back of your neck, teeth lightly nibbling on your skin. He pressed a kiss against your ear, his hot breath making you shiver.

“You sound even more beautiful like this. Not muffled by doors and walls and the hallway.”

“Ash–” his name got stuck in your throat when you felt your skin turn hot as you realized what he was talking about. “Fuck!”

“You want me to do that? Fuck you like I’ve wanted to for months?” he rutted his cock against your ass, and you’ve tried to push back to feel more of him.

“Yes! Please Ashton, just… please… wanted you for so long,” you practically begged him to take you right then and there, and you heard him groan against your neck.

One of his hands slid up your chest to cup your breast over your shirt while the other stroked over your inner thigh, palm curling against your heat. Your panties were already soaked and Ashton let out a satisfied hum as he pushed his fingers under the fabric, drawing slow, soft circles around your clit.

“Do your fingers feel this good?” he nipped at your ear, and you shook your head while trying to move your hips to get more friction. “You sure seemed to like them… sometimes it felt like you’ve been fucking yourself for hours…”

“Been thinking about you… how your fingers would feel inside me…” you licked your lips, hands slipping against the wall as you moved back against him. “How you would feel inside me…”

“Why don’t we find out?” his hand tugged your panties to the side, middle finger running through your wet folds until it circled around your entrance, slowly pushing inside. “Better than your own?”

“I can take much more,” you let out a giggle which immediately turned into a moan as Ashton quickly pushed in another finger. “Fuck, that’s good.”

“Let’s see how much more you can take, pretty girl.”

His fingers started moving in and out of you, quickly finding that sweet spot inside you that made your legs shake and your breaths hitching. His name on your lips mixed with moans and whimpers and fucks as his thumb dragged against your clit, never missing a beat as he pleasured you. One of your hands reached for his, and he interlocked your fingers, holding you close to his body with both of your arms around your middle. Your head was thrown back against his chest, his lips kissing your forehead and murmuring praises as he worked you toward an orgasm.

“Wanna see you cum for me,” Ashton picked up the pace of his fingers and you felt the unmistakable clenching of your walls around them. “Show me how you look when you think of me, baby. Cum on my fingers like you’ve imagined.”

“Ashton, fuck! I’m close…” you whined against his neck, and you felt his thumb rub your clit even harder. “Ash–”

In that moment you’ve chocked on your next moan, your whole body trembling against his as pleasure filled you from head to the tip of your toes. His fingers didn’t let up their work as you clenched around them, making you see stars as another smaller shock ran through your body. You leaned against the wall to collect yourself, moaning as you felt Ashton move right behind you, his fingers still deep in your pussy, slowing down their pace but never pulling out.

“Sensitive…” you whimpered when he swiped his thumb over your swollen clit, your hand reaching for his between your legs to make him pull out.

“Oh no, I wasn’t done with you yet…” he pushed your hand back against the wall with his free one, still lightly stroking in and out of you.

“Fuck, I can’t…” you whined between moans, and he clicked his tongue before kissing your ear, hot words whispered against your skin.

“You seemed to like having multiple orgasms during your play times,” he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth before kissing your jaw. “So this is for all those times I’ve heard you getting off in your room and not being able to do anything about it.”

And with that his fingers picked up the pace again, rubbing and stroking and fucking you, not caring how sensitive you were from your previous orgasm. Your vision blurred, toes curling against the tiles as you felt the next rush of pleasure shaking your body, making Ashton push his cock even more against you while letting you ride out your climax on his fingers.

Your ears were ringing, breasts heaving as you’ve tried to catch your breath while Ashton slowly eased his fingers out of you, holding onto your hips to keep you upright. He pressed a kiss against your neck, tugging on the collar of the shirt to feel more of your skin, teeth lightly biting you, leaving the smallest of marks on your shoulder before he turned you around, making you lean back against the wall. You gave him the smallest of pouts and he chuckled, pressing his lips against yours, softly kissing you while your fingers curled into his hair at the nape of his neck, and his into the side of your panties, tugging them down your legs. Before you knew it he was already on his knees, pushing your shirt up to kiss your stomach, making his way down.

“You can’t be fucking serious…” you clutched at his hair as he pressed his lips lower, nose nudging at your bellybutton.

“Don’t say you didn’t think about me like this,” he looked up at you, hazel eyes sparking with mischief as he licked between your folds, tongue slowly swirling around your clit.

“More times than I could tell,” you tugged on his dark hair, not sure if you wanted him to stop or keep going.

Ashton hummed as he licked you again, fingers running down your thigh before his fingers curled around the back of your knee, pulling your leg over his shoulder. He dived back in, lips and tongue licking and sucking at your pussy, practically making out with it as you moaned and trashed above him. He switched between long strokes and teasing circles around your hole, lips closing around your clit as his fingers slipped back inside you. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and you pulled on his hair as he brought you to your third orgasm. You felt your thighs shake as he put your leg back on the floor, and he quickly stood up to wrap you in his arms, not wanting you to fall over.

“You’re killing me,” you panted against his neck as Ashton squeezed your hips, suddenly picking you up and making his way towards the living room.

“And I’m still not done with you. You’ve been a tease for months, it’s time to give you what you really deserve,” in seconds he pushed you down on the couch, climbing over you before crashing his lips against yours.

There was nothing slow or soft about his moves now, he was a man on a mission as he tugged off your shirt, lips closing around your nipple while he thumbed the other, making them harder and even more sensitive than before. You would have pressed your thighs together if he wasn’t between them, so instead you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer like that. A chuckle left his lips as he pulled back, kneeling up on the couch and looking over your body. Heat crawled up your neck under his gaze, your body on fire, your mind hazy, the only thing you were sure about was that you wanted Ashton right now.

He must have felt the same about you as he quickly got up to kick off his sweatpants, his cock hard and curling against his stomach as he climbed back over you, letting you wrap your hand around his length as he kissed you again. You moaned into each other’s mouths, clearly done with your teasing now, and just wanting to feel what it was like when you let your feelings take over. Ashton pulled your legs back around his waist, elbows resting next to your head as his fingers curled into your hair, knocking his forehead against yours. His eyes were dark and full of something you haven’t seen before, but you found that you wanted to see it again and again. You tilted your head up, brushing your lips against his while guiding his cock against your hole, sighing as he finally pushed in.

Ashton took you with one smooth thrust, his groans filling your ears as he felt your heat wrap around him. He rested his hips against yours only for a second before he started moving, lips latching onto your neck to suck a mark into your skin.

“Fuck, Ash, I won’t last…” you whimpered as his cock hit your sweet spot again and again, your fingers leaving small crescent marks on his biceps as you held onto him.

“Cum again, baby,” he pushed his lips against yours, hips quickly snapping into you. “Cum again and make me cum with you. Show me what I’ve been missing by not fucking you sooner.”

His words triggered your orgasm, your whines muffled against his shoulder as you shook under him, your walls clenching around his cock like you wanted him to stay in you forever. Ashton groaned as he pounded into you a few more times, then suddenly his body tensed above you, his cock buried deep inside your pussy as his cum filled you up. He pressed chaste kisses on your cheek and lips before pulling out of you and you whined at the loss of his body heat. He shushed you, his voice sweet as he told you he will be back in a second, and then you’ve lost sight of him.

You were pretty sure you have blacked out for some time from the intense orgasms you just had because the next thing you knew was Ashton in his sweatpants, a washcloth in his hand as he softly cleaned you up. He helped you back in your shirt, rubbing his nose against yours as he said something about how you have to be careful before standing up. You clearly didn’t listen to him because the next time he came back you were already lying on the floor, giggling about how clumsy you are. Ashton shook his head before kneeling down next to you, reaching for a pillow to put it under your head, and when he was done, he crawled over you, slowly resting his body against yours, his head on your breasts.

“This was… something…” you let your fingers run through his hair, and he nodded, burrowing closer to you.

“Y/N?” he slowly looked up at you, eyes back to their soft hazel colour, and you felt your heart beating just a little quicker than before.

“Yeah?” you bit your lip, suddenly unsure of what Ashton’s next words would be.

“I guess I do need to ask you to stop being my roommate,” he pushed himself up and over you, resting his weight on his arms next to your head.

“I– uhm… I mean, of course, it’s your house and…” you started babbling, but Ashton quickly shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips.

“No, God no!” he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, silencing you with a kiss. “Silly girl. No, I want you to move out of the guest bedroom and into mine. Can’t have you moaning my name across the hallway when you could do it in my bed instead.”

“Ashton Irwin, you’re the most terrible roommate ever,” you huffed out a laugh, your cheeks hot from your blush and his kiss. “You really want me to…”

“Yes. A 100% yes. I would have offered months ago, but I… guess I wasn’t sure about where we stood…” he confessed, knocking his forehead against yours while he rubbed your nose with his. “Didn’t want to ruin our friendship because I started to have feelings for you.”

“Better late than never, I guess,” you cupped his face in your palms, thumbs rubbing his cheeks lovingly. “Did you really get jealous of Greg?”

“God, he ticked me off, didn’t he?” he moaned, face heating up from the memory. “I saw him leaving your room, but didn’t remember seeing him going in, and then you were only wearing a shirt and those panties and I just… I had this thought last night how I want to finally kiss you and tell you how I feel, and then he was there and I’ve thought…”

“There’s only you, Ash,” now it was your turn to press your lips against his. “Don’t need anyone else when I have the best roommate/creative partner/body pillow/shirt supplier/chef/party planner/possible boyfriend all in one package.”

“Would definitely love to be the boyfriend,” he chuckled, fingers tangling into your hair.

“Guess I could upgrade my roommate membership to girlfriend too?” you quirked an eyebrow at him and Ashton started giggling, nuzzling close again.

“For you it’s entirely free, sweetheart.”

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