#what do you mean he caught her and they both fell on the bed when they were in high school???

[nbkdramathings]

Will Love Next Door…make my top KDrama list ALREADY???

[lulunothulu]

Always Second Choice

A/N: I’ve been in such a fluffy mood omg. Please enjoy a fantasy I’ve been thinking about all day.

TW: PURE FLUFF, some alcohol use, sad boi hours, sappiness, BUT HAPPY ENDING 💗

“Why can’t I be someone that a person loves first?”

You’d had a wild night of drinking with Phoenix after running into your ex. Seeing him always made you want to go all out, mainly because you wanted to forget about him and what he did to you. It’d been a year since you caught him in bed with another woman and you still freak out whenever you run into him at the grocery store.

Tonight wasn’t an exception. You had called Natasha to come drink with you—who called Bradley and Jake—because you desperately needed to take shots of tequila after you saw your ex with the girl he cheated on you with. She was pregnant.

“Why couldn’t he have loved me?” You had cried after three shots. “Why wasn’t I the one he chose? Why am I always someone’s second choice?”

After another three and a half shots, Jake told you to call it night.

That was the thing about Jake, he was one of the best friends you could ever ask for. No matter what—or who— he was doing, he dropped everything to make sure you were okay and safe. It’s part of the reason why you fell for him, and hard. He was the first person you’d fully loved with your whole heart. But given that you both worked together and he saw you strictly as a friend, you knew it wouldn’t have worked. And then there was his man-whore ways. He wouldn’t give that up to be with someone—let alone you.

You had drunkenly told an extremely inebriated Nat and Bradley a sloppy goodbye before Jake scooped you up and over his shoulder and gentle walked and placed you in his truck.

He’s carried you up the stairs of your shared two bedroom house and gently laid you on your bed. Even helping you undress and put on an oversized t-shirt with some basketball shorts.

“I’ll be right here if you need me,” he told you before kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair.

“You promise?” You asked.

“I promise, darling.”

You had woken up with a startle and began to panic before realizing you were home and in your bed. Flashes of the night popped into your mind and you groaned before remembering that Jake was on the floor of your room.

“Jake,” you whisper. You knew he’d still be there. He promised he would.

“Yeah?” He groggily whispers back. He must’ve been asleep.

“Why did you bring me home? Don’t you have people to see?”

“Kinda,” he groans as he sits up from the carpeted floor and turns to look at you with squinted eyes. “And I brought you home because you were babbling at the bar.”

“Oh, why are you still here? I thought you were on a date?” You ask.

“You remember that?” He chuckled. “You had nearly seven shots.”

“It’s all kinda popping into my mind,” you admit. “I’m sorry I kept you from her, whoever she was.”

“It’s fine. I was gonna cancel our hookup anyway.”

“Why?” You dared to ask.

“I had better things to be doing,” he says, turning those green eyes on you with so much kindness, you felt like you were melting.

You turn away abruptly and nod, feeling your hair fall around your face. You feel Jake’s fingers brush against your forehead before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile.

“Now what did you mean at the bar?” Jake asks. “You know, about being someone second choice?”

You hesitate. As much as you loved Jake, you damn sure were not going to be telling him this...at least not now.

"Nothing, I was drunk as hell," you say instead.

Jake lifts a brow before sighing and standing from the floor, looking down at you from the side of the bed. "Scoot over, the floor is hard as fuck."

You laugh but scoot over, allowing Jake to climb into bed with you with a loud sigh. His arm brushes next to your arm before settling on top, his hand squeezing yours.

"You're my first choice," he whispers.

Your heart flutters at the thought of being his first choice but then stops when you realize he probably means it in a platonic way.

"Thanks," you mutter. "At least I'm someone's first choice."

Jake shuffles to face you, a frown forming on his brow. "I mean it, Y/N. You're my first and only choice."

"Okay, Jake." You're not convinced but at least the heart was in the statement.

"Y/N," he starts, cupping your face. "Why do you think I cancelled my date?"

"To take care of my drunk ass," you chuckle.

"No," he smiles. "Because I'd hate to know Bradley's hands were the ones drying your tears, dressing you. I hate the thought of having anyone other than me taking care of you. You're my girl."

"Your girl?"

"My number one," he starts. "My day one. My ride or die. My love. Don't think I haven't noticed how annoyed you get when I'd pick up girls at Hard Deck."

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn't believe Jake was telling you this, that he noticed your annoyance.

"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.

He caresses your cheek before whispering, "You know why."

"No, I don't," you whisper back.

"Then let me show you."

Before you can react, Jake is sitting up and pressing his lips onto your forehead. He peppers kisses down your cheeks and nose before hovering over your lips. He’s panting softly, smiling down at you before he fully leans in.

His soft lips brush against yours and tentatively peck at them. Only when you wrap an arm around his neck does he deepen the kiss, smothering you in the best way imaginable.

His lips are wander and explore yours like an archeologist would an Egyptian tomb. His tongue pushes past your lips, wrestling with your own the taste of alcohol mixed with something sweet lingering.

Jake snakes his hand to the back of your neck, cradling your head in his hand.

“Oh, Y/N.” He moans into your mouth. “I’ve been waiting to kiss you.”

See to him, you’ve been the girl he’s been dreaming about. The one he thinks of before he goes to bed. The one he needed to distract himself from because he didn’t feel like you had feelings for him. He’s loved you from the very moment you walked onto the tarmac and chewed his ass out for flying recklessly. He’s loved you every day, every minute, every second.

Only now, when he saw you crying about being chosen second, did he think to make his move.

To hell with the friendship. He wanted more.

“Jake,” you breathlessly reply when he kisses down your neck. “You can’t mean that. It’s the alcohol talking.”

He stops kissing you, looking deep into your eyes and turning serious.

“Y/N, when I tell you I’ve been waiting to kiss you, I mean it. From the moment you walked onto the tarmac two years ago, to now. Now god damnit, let me kiss you.”

So you did.

[lissdiary]

katsuki comforting his pro!hero gf when she kinda fails her mission because she didn't get to save the people but defeated the villain? love your writing btw, wouldn't have guessed you were new if i hadn't read your profile!

katsuki sat on your shared couch, watching the news on your recent mission. the headlines were tragic, you had done what you could in order to protect the civilians but the damage was greater than you could handle. luckily, you managed the capture the villain but you just couldn’t shake off how many lives were lost.

he looked towards the apartment door, he heard your keys jingle trying to open the door. as you walked in, he started walking towards you. the soft expression on his face was enough to make you cry, he knew how much stuff like this hurt you. “katsuki.. i couldn’t-“ you dropped everything in your hands, tears swelling in your eyes. “i couldn’t save them ..” the lump in your throat began to hurt more and more, katsuki caught you before you fell to the ground.

“shh.. it’s okay baby” you couldn’t do anything but cry, he held you in his arms as you cried. your tears staining his black t-shirt, you were frustrated with yourself. “it’s, it’s not kats.. the people, they-“ he caressed your head, fixing your hair after it had gotten messy. you couldn’t even form the right words, it was difficult and traumatic.

“hey, look at me.” he cupped your face in his hands, picking your head up to look at him. your tears continued to flow down your cheeks, sniffling as you looked at him. he knew you tried your best, he knew you did what you could. “look, you did what ya’ could alright. who cares about what some shitty reporters say about ya’?” he wiped your tears with his thumbs, kissing your temple before resting his head against yours.

he wrapped his arms around you, allowing you to cry in his arms.“what matters is that you’re safe and you did your best throughout the entire mission, you ensured the safety of the people.” you both sat on the floor for the next hour, realizing it was late and time to sleep. although katsuki has an early bedtime, he stayed up until you were asleep. he knew you’d have trouble sleeping due to what had happened, and he would’ve rather died than let you stay up alone with your thoughts.

it broke katsuki’s heart to see you lay in bed the next morning. you laid there, puffy eyes with no light in them, dried tears stains down your cheeks, there was no light in your body whatsoever. katsuki made sure to call off work, he knew you needed him by your side and he made sure to stay there for as long as you needed him.

he made you a light hearted breakfast, just enough for you to eat. he knew you would wake up with no appetite but you needed to eat. a simple breakfast that consisted of pancakes, fruit, and coffee made just the way you liked. he served you breakfast in bed, plopping beside you so he can feed you. “you’re okay baby, nobody blames ya’ alright?” you nodded, allowing him to feed you another bite.

if it wasn’t for katsuki, you don’t know how you would’ve managed to cope with the trauma. he kissed your cheek when you managed to finish the plate he made you. “thank you baby, feelin’ a little better now?” he put the plate on your nightstand, pulling you close to him. you laid by his side, your head on his shoulder. “mhm, thank you kats..” you cuddled up closer to him, his warmth comforting you.

“yer’ welcome baby, just glad yer’ back home safely.”

tysm for requesting! it truly means a lot knowing you love my work!! (*≧∀≦*)

[heavqn]

the sound of snow falling

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

cw : heavy smut,,like the whole time. pregnancy/breeding kink. vulgar language, kinda. not proofread and i suck at smut</3

Coriolanus Snow is a disgusting pervert. He knew this when his dick got hard watching his wife cradle her friend's newborn baby. Seeing her eyes full of adoration as she cooed at the little one in her arms made him stiffen up so quickly that he had to lay his jacket on his lap for the rest of the evening.

He wasn’t embarrassed about being hard, no. He wanted everyone at that table to know he was planning on fucking his wife till his cum was spilling out of her once they got home. But it was a social setting, a means to secure their place in society. It would’ve been blasphemous; though he didn’t let that stop him from thinking about it the whole time.

Coriolanus had never intensely thought about having a child before. Of course it came up in passing, but he didn’t give himself time to dwell on said thought. Now, it was all he thought about. Not so much having a child; however, his wife’s full stomach and plump breast were never far away in his head.

The thought was so close all the time that he just had to indulge himself. Jerking off to the lewd images his mind came up with, desperately bucking his hips up into his hand while his darling wife was out shopping. 

His hand was going at an ungodly pace, quiet moans slipping out as it slipped over his aching tip. Though his fist did little to replicate the feeling of her clenching around him, he persevered. He came with a loud groan, his cum spilling onto his hand, dripping onto his thighs. It was good. But it did nothing to satiate the almost feral feeling he had.

So when his wife came home, bags of all colors strung on her forearm, he was quick to drop them and push her onto the bed. “Coryo!” She chastised him, but it lacked any true anger, as she giggled at the sudden attentiveness. Coriolanus was quick to make his way down to her lips, capturing them on his own. 

The kiss became heated quickly as he easily slipped his tongue into her mouth. The intensity of his passion had her pulling back for but a moment to catch her breath before Coriolanus dragged her in again.

He soon pulled away, marking a path of kisses down her throat and to her chest. Her shirt was discarded hastily, as was her bra. He closed his lips around her nipple while his hand played with the opposing bud. As he switched between each boob, his knee slotted itself in between her thighs, unintentionally grinding into her wet cunt as he took his time sucking her tits.

Her back arched further into his touch while her hips rocked into his knee that hit her clit oh-so-perfectly. “Please. Need more.” She moaned pathetically when he caught her nipple between his teeth, biting on it before letting it go back into place.

“Yeah? Want me inside you?” He grabbed her face, making her look at him. Her eyes were wet and her cheeks were red. Coriolanus didn’t receive a response, only the feeling of her pussy rubbing against his thigh. “You are just desperate, huh? Can’t even appreciate what I give you.” He scoffed, giving her cheeks a squeeze before letting go. The irony of him calling her desperate wasn’t lost on her, but all she could think about was having him inside her. 

“‘m sorry. Won’t do it again, promise. Just need you, please.” She fell to him so easily, and who was he to deny her? Typically, an asshole, that’s who. But tonight he was just as sensitive as she usually is.

He made quick work of discarding both their pants and undergarments, returning to his position between her legs. He slipped inside her cunt easily due to the slick that was long built up from the friction of his knee.

Nothing was heard in the quiet of their bedroom besides the repetitive slapping of his skin against hers and the lusty moans that left her mouth. His hand made its way up to her neck, wrapping around the flesh but not cutting off her air. Just the feeling of his hand there made her feel like she was suffocating. 

His other arm that rested beside her head held him up, though it did little to keep him there as she consistently clawed at his back, begging for more. The marks that would surely show themselves in the morning were at the back of his mind as he did what she asked.

“Fuck, yes. More, more, more.” She continued her words as she felt herself getting closer to that edge of fucked out bliss. Nothing got Coriolanus off more than being skin to skin with his wife. So when she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him impossibly closer, he knew he was done.

He took his hand from her neck, bringing it down to rub her aching clit. If he was going to cum as quickly as a virgin, he wanted to make sure she got done first. “This what you wanted? Gonna cum all over me, huh.” She nodded as best as she could while he abused her clit, pounding into her at the same time.

In record time, he would say, she came on his cock. Clenching around him even more than before, moans louder as she grows sensitive from his relentless pace. “Need your cum, Coryo. Want it in me.” Hearing her ask for his cum, inside of her nonetheless, had him changing positions so fast she didn’t even realize it.

Her leg was propped up on his shoulder; his cock now hitting an angle deeper than before. “Gonna fill you up. Have you stuffed every day until you’re fucking pregnant.” His vulgar yet clearly honest words had her fluttering around him yet again.

“Yeah, I know you like that. Fucking slut.” His pace never faltered as he continued pounding into her, and when he came, he came hard. His cum filled her up to the brim, spilling over as he moved to pull her panties back up, assuring it wouldn’t leak.

So it was no surprise when the President and First Lady of Panem announced they were expecting but a few weeks later.

[rustedhearts]

i can't quit you, baby (70s!steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: steve doesn't like the thought of you spending time with another man while he's gone. but doesn't steve know?—he's the only man for you.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ rolly's roller wheels ✶ blurbs ✶ the only living boy in indiana

tags: smoking but in such a sexy way, jealous steve, fluff, smut-ish at the end, just something short and sweet. ignore that it changes tense like halfway through, I simply cannot edit right now.

for thea ⭐️ thought 70s!steve deserved a little love. hope you enjoy! thank you for supporting me <3

wc: 1,204

august 1978

The windows are open when Steve gets home, letting in sticky summer air and blaring horns from the street below. Your new apartment was two stories above a busy Indianapolis street, and with that came all the city noises that you still struggled to sleep through four months post-move. And without sleep, you became restless.

Without Steve, you became restless. And a combination of both—after busy work days for Steve that kept him from dinner and bed—you were absolutely insatiable.

"Sweetheart?" Steve calls, dropping his keys on the coffee table on his way to the kitchen. "Where are you—oof!"

You throw yourself into his arms, knocking him off kilter until he braces himself on the wall. He envelops you once he registers the assault, chuckling into your neck.

"Hey, honey. Missed me?"

You sigh contently, rubbing your cheek on his cologne-and-sweat-scented chest. "Mhmmm."

"Well gimme a kiss then, sugar."

You giggled on your journey toward his mouth, kissing it with eager tongue and a little whine. You're barely five seconds in before Steve furrows his brows and pulls away, nudging you back by the waist. Eyes fluttering open, you frown at him and try to tug him close.

"Why do you taste like that?"

You laugh again. "What?"

Steve narrows his eyes. "Whose cigarettes have you been smoking? Huh? They're not mine."

Cheeks warm, you wriggle out of Steve's grasp and pluck the rag you were dusting with from the counter. "What? I haven't been—"

"C'mere. C'mere, sweetheart, who've you been smokin' with?"

Steve follows you, and you giggle through the scampering cat-and-mouse chase around the living room.

"Steve, I haven't—no, no!"

He catches you when you attempt to leap over the coffee table, one strong arm anchored around your waist. He pulls you down, sweeping you to his side and spinning you around until you're giggling and batting at his hands.

Steve decides to spare you and sets you on your feet, waiting until you've caught your breath and your cheeks stop hurting before tugging you close by the chin. He kisses you again, firmer and with writhing tongue.

When he pops away, he shakes his head and huffs. "I fuckin' knew it—Camels. Whose fuckin' Camels have you been smokin'?"

"What?" You place your fingers on your lips again. "How can you even tell that?"

Steve wags a finger in your face. "I know my smokes, honey, and you're avoiding the question."

Sighing, you retrieve the rag from where it fell on the floor and take it to the end table to dust under the magazines.

"I was hanging out with Dalton earlier. We had a smoke on the roof."

Steve's hands find his hips, eyes following your ministrations throughout the room. "Oh, you 'hung out?' You just hung out with some dude while I was at work?"

“Not some ‘dude,’” you argue, eyes rolling into the lamp shade that you readjust. “He’s one of the only neighbors that’s introduced himself, and that’s actually been nice.”

Steve tips his chin down, eyes slanting to a glare. “Yeah, because he wants to get in your pants.”

“I resent that, Steve Harrington—and why would you think sharing a cigarette with him would mean anything?”

Your boyfriend mutters under his breath, and when you turn with a quirked and accusative brow, he grumbles and turns on his heel. He stomps into the kitchen, where you hear the rattle of the refrigerator and the hiss of a beer can opening soon after.

“I don’t like that you’re here hangin’ out with random guys while I’m gone,” he calls through the wall.

“Excuse me, what year are we living in? We didn’t move to the city so I could be the little woman, Steve—“

“I never said that!”

Your bare feet pad into the room, where it’s your turn to pop your hand on your hip and glare at him.

“It was implied.”

Sometimes, it was hard to remember the days when Steve was just your best friend. The best friend that teased and ridiculed you, and the best friend you teased and ridiculed back. Until moments like this when it all came flooding back. When you fixed him with an attitude and a fiery stare akin only to when he forgot to pick you up from school in the snow, or said something stupid and out of line when you were eighteen years old.

You were grown now, but he didn’t seem any smarter.

Steve’s tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, sweetened with his first sip of Miller Lite. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to imply that, sweetheart. I just…—it just makes me….—I just feel—“

“Jealous?”

Steve lifts his hand in an empty gesture. It smacks down onto his thigh when he drops it, shoulders shrugging shortly after.

“Yeah! Yeah, maybe I am.”

Your glare coils into a cocky smirk, teeth digging into your lip. You drop your hand from your hip and step his way.

"Aw, Stevie," you coo, words dripping with mockery. "How cute—"

"Psh," he scoffs, head turning when you come to brace it with your hands. "Yeah, yeah."

"You're jealous of the neighbor? That's sweet, Steve, really."

He tips his head back to the ceiling and shakes it. "Jesus, you're not gonna let this go."

You take the new position as an invitation to press your mouth against his neck. He swallows under your touch, fingers curling tighter around the countertop behind him. Your teeth scrape the soft and musky flesh of his throat, giggling when he shivers. You press a firm, open-mouthed kiss to his jaw, under his ear, down the column of his throat, over his collarbone at the top of a tight navy t-shirt. He's so full and muscular these days, and you can't help but run your hands over the broadness of his pecs.

Steve's hands fall to your ass, sliding into the back pocket of your jeans. You squeak, squished up against his front when he tugs you in.

"Only want you smoking my cigarettes," Steve demands, voice hoarse with arousal.

You guide your mouth back up to his ear, kissing the shell of it delicately. "Okay, honey."

"Promise?"

You pull back enough to meet his eye, and flash him a smile. "Promise. Now, you gonna show me how jealous you are, or what?"

Steve chuckles, tongue prodding the inside of his cheek. "Go grab my smokes for me first. By the door, hmm? Wanna see how pretty your lips look wrapped around one."

You pause. It's your turn to swallow, cheeks warm as you stumble back. Steve's grin is salacious and sideways, head tipping to nudge the other way.

"Go on, baby."

Steve steals the Winston from your mouth just as you're climbing into his lap, deciding you look prettier without it. But before the smoke can leave your mouth, he grabs a fistful of your hair at the back of your head and seals his lips over yours. He steals it from your lungs, sitting back against the headboard with a grin when you whimper.

"Tastes much better than Camels," he muses.

And watching Steve leisurely smoke a Winston is all the encouragement you need to keep bouncing in his lap.

[maxillness]

Braid Me || LH44 x Reader

Warnings: 18+, hand kink (if you squint), sub!Lewis, (kinda) degrading kink, oral (m)

Wordcount: 1.6k

I couldn’t find a gif where he didn’t have braids, so I settled for this picture instead 🤷‍♀️

She was comfortably laid in her bed. Softly tucked under her duvet

She groaned hearing her phone ring on the bedside table. She debated if she should pick it up or just let it ring through

She turned her body, picking her phone up. She looked at the screen

“What do you want, Lewis?” She asked, tone a little rougher than she intended

“Caught you at a bad time?” He asked, hearing her rough voice

“I was laying so comfortably until you called me” She explained, annoyed at hearing his chuckle “What did you want?”

“Can you help me redo my braids?” He asked, a sigh leaving his lips after he finished

“What? Why? Why me, I mean?” She asked, almost rambling as she sat up

“You’re good at it. You’re fingers are small and can handle it better than myself” He explained

“My fingers aren’t small” She said, sounding offended

“Sure, love” God, his voice always did something to her she was afraid to say “So… You wanna help me or not?”

“I hate you” She said as soon as he opened the door when she rang the doorbell “I’m only doing this because you said my fingers are small. They are not, by the way” She said, pushing past him into the hallway

He took her wrist, holding her hand beside his. Maybe her fingers were small, or maybe it was because his were big, but they did look small beside his

“They are small, love” He said, letting go of her wrist

Just keep touching me

It was something about his hands. The way she could still feel his touch on her wrist, or the way he would linger his touch on her a little too long

“Come on” He said, guiding her into the living room “Want anything to drink? Eat?”

“What do you have?” She said, sitting down on the comfortable couch

“Tea, coffee, hot chocolate, wine if you’re lucky” He said from the kitchen “I have some cookies, I think”

“Hot chocolate and cookies are fine, thank you” She said as he turned around to grab two mugs

“Here you go” He said, placing both mugs and the cookies on the coffee table in front of her

He sat down in between her legs, turning on the tv so he would be entertained while she would undo his braids and do them again

She started from the bottom, softly starting to undo his braids. She noticed the way he stiffened at her touch, which he always did, she didn’t really think about it

She also noticed the way he was only focusing on the tv, not touching his hot chocolate or the cookies, which is weird because he had put something about politics on, which he hated

She got the bottom row done, drawing her fingers through the locks, hearing his breath hitch for a second

“What’s the problem, Lew?” She put her hands on his shoulders, making him flinch slightly

“Nothing. Really, it’s not nothing” Never once looking up at him, afraid he would get lost in her eyes and become a blushing mess

“Okay. It’s just that you’re shoulders are stiff and you’re breath hitched” Her thumbs started circling his shoulders, making him hold his breath “I won’t ask anymore” She chuckled, pulling her hands back to his hair

She tried making small talk with him, but he came with short answers or hums

She had finally gotten the last braid undone “Comb?” She asked, holding her hand beside his shoulder

He placed it softly in her hand, shivering when she accidentally closed her hand around his fingers

She started brushing his hair, softly getting the knots out, getting it soft for her to braid again

She knew she promised to not ask again, but she kept thinking about the way his shoulders were stiff and his breath hitched or were held

“Turn around, Lewis” He hesitated, but did as she told him

He sat on his knees, heels digging in to his ass, his hands laying in his lap as he was looking up at her

“What’s wrong?” Her eyes were soft

It was the softness in them that he fell in love with. They way they could light up the entire room even in the middle of the night in a room with no light

“N-nothing” He looked down, feeling a blush creep up on his cheeks and down his neck

“Lewis” She hooked a finger under his chin, making him look up at her again

She noticed the way his pupils now were blown wide, covering the chocolate brown in his eyes

“Kiss me” His voice was low, just above a whisper “Please…?” His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back to her eyes

“Lew…” She sighed, subconsciously leaning further down, her hand dropping into her lap

“Please” He said again, putting his hands on her thighs, shifting in his position “I’ll do anything”

She cupped in jaw as his fingers tightened around her thighs. His breath hitched again when she leaned in

He kissed back immediately when their lips made contact. She meant it to just be one short kiss, but when she felt his lips on hers, she didn’t want to let go

She pressed their lips harder together, making him whimper. He managed to get up and into her lap without breaking the kiss

Her hands landed on his waist while his arms were around her neck, pulling her closer into him

Her tongue glided across his bottom lip, and he opened up without hesitation

The feeling of her tongue against his made a low moan slip from him, sending vibrations into her lips

Her hands traveled from his waist, over his hips, and landed on his ass. She squeezed him softly, drawing out a surprised yelp from him

“Please” He whimpered breathlessly, pulling slightly away from her lips so he could speak “Need you” His lips were still grazing hers

“Need me? How bad?” She asked in a teasing tone, lips going to his neck, making him moan quietly

“So fucking bad” His hands went to the hem of her shirt, tugging at it softly “Please. ‘M begging you”

Her hands went under his shirt, her lips away from his neck to pull it over his head and throw it carelessly on the ground

“Is that why you called me over? To get fucking laid?” She asked, hands tracing his abs, making him shiver

“N-no. I needed help with my braids” He said, eyes closed as his head laid in the crook of her neck

“And to get laid” She stated, hands working on his belt, loving the way he rolled his hips subconsciously

“No, but I was hoping” He let out a sigh when she finally got his belt off and zipped the zipper down

“This is not going to work like this” She sighed. She grabbed his hips turning them around so, he was sitting on the couch as she was on her knees in front of him

Her hands went back to the waistband of his jeans, hooking her fingers into both the jeans and his boxers, tapping his hip to lift up as she pulled them down

She helped him get out of the jeans so she could spread his legs and sit in between them, getting closer to his cock

“Just like that, baby” She says softly, kissing the inside of his thigh, earning a whimper from him as he throws his head back against the couch

She licks off the pearl of pre cum that had gathered on the tip, draw a moan from him and a shutter of his hips

She held his waist as her tongue circled around his tip, drawing lewd moans from him

“F-fuck. D-don’t tease. Please. Too sensitive” His hands gripped her biceps hard, nails digging into her skin through the sleeves

“What? Think you come from just this?” She asked teasingly before she resumed her actions

“If you keep going- fuck… Then, yes” His moans were like music to her ears. Music that hit just the right nerves “Please”

She gave in, hollowing her cheeks, taking all of him into her mouth, making him hit the back of her throat

She gaged around him, earning a whimper from him, making her smile up at him, starting to bob her head

“Fuck, please- Ah” He started bucking his hips, meeting her mouth halfway, hitting her throat at every thrust

“Please- Fuck- I’m gonna- Ah. Close” He was unable to form any proper sentence

She felt him twitch in her mouth, smiling to herself, she slowed down, which earned her a whine, but was soon replaced with even louder moans when she swirled her tongue around him again

“Yes- Fuck- Can- I need- I’m gonna” The ‘warning’ was the only thing he got out before he shot his cum down her throat, his whole body shaking

She swallowed all of his cum before standing up. Chuckling at the way he looked. Whole body covered in sweat, his curly hair clinging to his forehead, eyes closed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace

“You okay, baby?” She asked, leaning down to kiss his jaw

“Mhm” He said, managing to open his eyes “Don’t think I can… Give you one more” He said honest, glossy eyes looking up at her

“It’s fine. We’ll do more another time. Come on, we’ll shower” She pulled him up from the couch, catching him when his knees gave out

“Another time? There’s gonna be another time?” He asked, placing his head into the crook of her neck

“Only if you want to” She said, helping him into the tub before starting the water

“Would like that” He said, leaning slightly forward so she could slide in behind him “Would really like that” He sighed, leaning into her touch behind him

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- Beg For Me

Chapter Six-Info: You and Mattheo have been butting heads for months, since you were assigned as his tutor, and one day during a session full of tense bickering, he has enough.

(This will essentially be a toxic book where we are Theos fucktoy. No love here, very minimal fluff.)

Tags: 18+, Sub!Reader, Dom!Mattheo, Dirty Talk, Toxic Behaviour, Blackmail, Degradation Kink, Jealousy, Possessive Behaviours, Manipulation, Angst, Violence, Aggression, Blood, TomRiddle, Slapping.

***FIND THE REST OF THE CHAPTERS HERE.

"Emily, are you sure I look okay?" You said, your voice a mix of stress and anxiety. "Did you get my baby hairs? The ones in the-"

"Yes, I got them." Emily said, cutting you off as she took a few steps back, focusing her attention on your uniform now. "You look perfect. Beyond perfect."

In the soft glow of your dormitory's lamplight, you moved toward the mirror, your reflection illuminated with a warm, golden hue. You released a long, tension filled breath as you eyed your appearance, your Ravenclaw uniform clinging to your form with tailored precision, the royal blue fabric complementing your complexion and accentuating your confidence. The pleats of your skirt fell in perfect symmetry, and your tie was knotted with care, each fold a testament to your attention to detail.

As you met your own eyes in the mirror, your irises sparkled with determination and purpose. Your makeup, subtle yet enhancing, highlighted your features without overshadowing your natural beauty. With a final, approving nod at your reflection, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the meeting ahead. You wanted to make sure that every element of your appearance spoke volumes about your professionalism and attention to detail. Confident and composed, you spun back around, meeting your blonde-haired friend  with a subtle smile.

"Emily, I can't express my gratitude enough," you sighed, your voice tinged with a mix of appreciation and unease. "I can't fathom why I'm so terribly nervous about this."

"It's Tom bloody Riddle; anyone would be nervous," Emily replied, her tone holding a touch of amusement as she lounged on her bed, her eyes fixed on you. "You know, he could be really good for you."

Your breath caught in your throat, and your eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying," she continued, sensing the growing tension in the room. "It's astonishing how you've spent seven years at Hogwarts without really getting to know him. You and he, you're like kindred spirits--both quiet, effortlessly brilliant...I could see you two hitting it off."

You felt a shiver race down your spine at the very idea, yet you quickly dismissed it with a forced, light-hearted chuckle. "Now, that's quite a leap, my friend."

"Make sure to remind me of my prediction when it comes true," she teased, a smirk dancing on her lips as she stifled her giggles. "Off you go now, don't keep Tom Riddle waiting.”

With a grumble of a goodbye, you took a steadying breath before pushing open the door of your dorm room and entering out into the bustling corridor. The familiar buzz of students filled the air, everyone seemingly lost in their own little world as you briskly made your way down to the library, your stride full of a tense determination. As you finally entered, your eyes scanned the room in search of Tom, and when you spotted him--engrossed in books, his demeanour calm and composed at a table in the far corner; your heart rate involuntarily increased.

But then, you spotted movement out of the corner of your eye--and when you shifted your gaze toward it, your pulse plummeted, heart stopping dead in your chest.

Mattheo Riddle, the man who, in his entire seven years at this school, had ventured into the library fewer times than he could count on one fucking hand--was surrounded by his friends on the far couches, a bright-eyed brunette girl seated dangerously close, her eyes glued to him as if he held the universe in his hands. The scene sent a jolt of conflicting emotions through you--creating a visceral reaction that made you want to retch.

You blinked, unable to believe your eyes, witnessing the source of both your irritation and inexplicable attraction, appearing utterly untroubled amidst his social circle. The sight should have been inconsequential--a mere blip on your radar, considering your vehement dislike for him and everything he's put you through.

Yet, as he met your eyes from across the room, that familiar, breath-stealing, devilish smirk teasing the corners of his perfect fucking lips, it felt like a punch to the gut, a twisting turmoil in your chest that you couldn't quite comprehend.

You knew you shouldn't care about who he was with or what he was doing. After all, you despised him, his arrogance, and the way he seemed to effortlessly entangle you in his web. But the inexplicable pang of jealousy clawed at your insides, leaving you both irritated with yourself and unsettled by the intensity of your emotions.

Trying to shake off the feeling, you clenched your fists, reminding yourself of your purpose here--to meet with Tom Riddle and discuss the mentorship guild. Despite your internal turmoil, you focused on the task at hand, determined to ignore the distractions and maintain your composure, and began to make your way across the room toward Tom.

Straightening your posture, you took a deep breath to steady your nerves. As you approached him, you cleared your throat to announce your presence.

"Mr. Riddle," you greeted, your voice steady despite the chaos inside you. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I've heard great things about the mentorship guild, it's been a longtime goal of mine to be a part of it."

Tom's eyes, a sharp contrast to his brother's, held a depth of intellect that seemed to penetrate your very soul. His appearance was the polar opposite of Mattheo's--clean kept, professional; gelled hair and fresh robes--all attributes you'd never find on his messy haired, couldn't-care-less sibling. Tom regarded you with an assessing gaze, nodding appreciatively.

"I'm pleased you're interested," he replied, his voice smooth and composed. "Let's find a quiet spot to talk, and please, call me Tom."

With those words, you gave him a small smile before  following him through the isles of shelves and towards the back of the room, reserved only for quiet studies, leaving the unsettling sight of Mattheo and his entourage behind, unable to ignore the heat of his eyes on you from across the room as you moved. In the hushed confines of the library's quiet study area, you settled into a seat across from Tom, the anticipation of the conversation ahead mingling with a sense of relief.

Away from the prying eyes and distracting presence of Mattheo, you felt a newfound confidence building within you.

"Thank you again for considering me, Tom, you have no idea what this opportunity means to me," you said, your voice steady as you met Tom's gaze. "I've always admired your achievements and your approach to academics. I believe I can learn a great deal under your guidance."

His eyes, a captivating shade of deep brown, held yours in an unwavering gaze. "Please, the pleasure is all mine," he replied, his tone dipped in charm. "I've heard remarkable things about your intellect and dedication, Dumbledore spoke very highly of you. I anticipate our collaboration to be mutually beneficial…I have high hopes for what you can achieve."

Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you offered a grateful smile. Encouraged by his words, you felt a surge of motivation. "I'm eager to contribute in any way I can."

Tom's eyes glinted with approval. "That's precisely the attitude we value. With your potential and determination, I have no doubt you'll find your place within our guild."

As the conversation progressed, you found yourself immersed in discussions about your academic aspirations, the guild's objectives, and the various projects they were involved in. With every word, you felt a sense of belonging, as if you had finally found a community where your intellect was not only recognized but celebrated.

As you observed Tom while he spoke, it was clear that he was someone you could relate to on a profound level. Like you, he poured his heart and soul into his studies, the pursuit of knowledge a shared passion. His quiet confidence mirrored your own determination, and his dedication to academic pursuits resonated deeply with your own values.

In Tom, you discovered a like-minded soul, someone who, like you, appreciated the sanctity of the library's quietude and the solace found in the pages of a well-worn book. While Mattheo's antics might overshadow his brother's achievements, you recognized Tom's brilliance as a beacon of inspiration, a reminder that there were others in Hogwarts who shared your unwavering dedication to intellectual pursuits.

As the discussions came to a close, Tom straightened his posture in his chair, adjusting his pristine Slytherin robes.

"It's truly refreshing to meet someone as passionate and driven as you," Tom said, his eyes lingering on yours for a moment longer than necessary. "I believe you have a lot to offer, and I truly look forward to seeing your potential unfold."

You offered a grateful smile, though his lingering gaze left a trail of warmth beneath your skin. "Thank you, Tom. I'm admittedly quite antsy to prove my dedication."

With a charming smile, Tom leaned over the table toward you slightly, his gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"I must admit, I'm not only intrigued by your dedication to intellect," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "There's something else...something undeniably alluring about you."

"Is that so?" You murmured, head tilting.

His words sparked something inside you that made your pulse increase. You weren't sure what the fuck you were doing right now, but admittedly, you couldn't help yourself. If the Riddle brothers had anything in common outside of their devastating good-looks, it was their effortless bloody charm.

"Indeed, it is," he matched your playful tone, a sly grin playing on his lips. "I'd relish the opportunity to delve deeper into your thoughts...outside of the Thursday evening guild meetings, of course," he said, his eyes glinting with intellectual curiosity. "How about we make it a habit, meeting one-on-one regularly? Tuesday evenings sound splendid, don't you think?"

Internally, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions stirred within you. The idea of regular one-on-one meetings with Tom was undeniably enticing, and would do wonders for your reputation, yet the fear of Mattheo's reaction held you back. As you hesitated, an unsettling vision of Mattheo's disapproving expression flashed in your mind, causing your response to stall.

"I...I appreciate the offer, Tom," you finally managed to say, your voice slightly shaky. "Tuesday evenings should work. I look forward to our discussions."

Your response came out a bit stilted, your internal turmoil seeping into your words, and Tom, ever perceptive, noted your apprehension with a slight eyebrow raise, but clearly chose to dismiss it.

"Wonderful. I look forward to it as well." He said, pushing up from the table and shooting you one last professional nod, "enjoy the rest of your night."

You smiled. "You too, Tom. Thank you.”

And with that, he spun, making his way down the dimly lit isle of the library, your gaze fixated on him until he was entirely out of sight. And once he was, you slumped back in your chair, releasing a stifled breath, acknowledging that his flirtation added a new layer of complexity to the already intricate web of your emotions--but, considering the fact that Mattheo was nothing more than selfish asshole who was currently cuddled up with another girl at this very moment, you refused to wallow in the thought of him any further.

You pushed up from your seat and delved deeper into the library's hushed corridors--the muted ambiance and the scent of old parchment surrounding you as you moved. With purposeful steps, you maneuvered through the labyrinth of bookshelves, gliding down the dim aisle of your choice, your eyes scanning the titles, seeking the specific astronomy book essential for your upcoming exam.

Finally, you came to a halt in front of the S category, your fingers gently tracing the spines as you read their titles, lost in the tranquility of the moment when out of nowhere, a vice-like grip clamped over your mouth, stifling any sound, and you were forcibly pulled backward--your body colliding with a strong, powerful chest, the abrupt impact momentarily jarring your senses.

As the initial shock faded, and the lingering smell of cigarettes and firewhiskey filled your nostrils, calloused palm tightening its hold over your lips, you knew there was only one fucking man that this could be. Mattheo Riddle's unyielding hand muffled any protest, and the fingers on his free hand dug into the wooden shelf beside your head, his silent strength radiating a chilling intensity that left you frozen in fear.

"Playing with fire, aren't you, Raven?" His hot breath danced on your ear as he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "You know, playing too many little games might get you in trouble, princess..."

Pinned against the shelf, your fingers clung desperately to its edge, seeking stability as your body pressed firmly against the unforgiving wood. Mattheo's presence enveloped you, a low growl escaping him as he tugged your face to the side, pressing your temple against the row of books, his lips grazing your ear--holding you captive like a fragile little bird, ensnared in the coils of the big bad serpent.

"Tuesday nights, huh?" His voice was deeper than you'd ever heard it, your heart pounding in your throat as you realized he'd must have heard your conversation with Tom--and clearly, wasn't very happy about it. "I knew you'd fall for his fucking bullshit, Raven...you seem to have a knack for falling into traps, don't you?"

Rage coursed through your veins, a primal growl building up in your throat as you pressed against his restraining hand, your thoughts ablaze with a multitude of scathing comebacks. The fervent desire to unleash your fury clashed with the harsh reality that he had more to say, leaving you seething in silence.

"You're delusional if you think he's actually fucking interested in you..." he breathed, pressing his lips directly to your ear now. "You're just his new prey...his new little protégé...take you in and make you feel special, just to discard you once he's done with you..."

A chill crawled down your spine, settling in the pit of your stomach like a lead weight. His words stung, and you struggled against his grip, his fingers digging into your skin, reminiscent of a snake coiling around its prey. Despite your attempts to break free, his hold tightened like a serpent constricting its victim, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable--involuntarily eliciting a sensation between your thighs you wished to ignore.

"Maybe that's what you want though, huh?" He taunted, voice dripping with disdain. "Maybe I've already ruined you...maybe you like being a little slut so much now that you're willing to throw yourself at anyone who offers..."

Your groan of frustration mingled with a futile attempt to break free, but his grip on your mouth remained unyielding. The hand that had been braced against the shelf now shifted to your hip, anchoring you firmly in place, his touch possessive, commanding--sending shivers down your spine, even in the face of his despicable words. The sheer force of his hold had an intoxicating allure, leaving you trapped in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, unable to fully resist despite your burning anger.

"Do you want to fuck him, Raven?" His voice tightened, twisting your head back further to meet his eyes, the painful angle making you wince, your lids fluttering shut as a result. "No, no. Open those eyes. Look at me."

Your stomach churned with unease, and you reluctantly complied, his fingernails digging into your cheek as he forced you to meet his dark, possessed gaze, the smell of alcohol radiating off his breath.

You swallowed. It was a bloody Thursday--why was he drunk on a fucking Thursday?

"Is that what you want?" He muttered, his voice softening, though his grip remained firm. "Because he's going to try...believe me, he's going to fucking try."

In the vice-like grip of his fingers, you growled low, a surge of irritation coursing through your veins like molten lava. How dare he presume to control your actions, as if he held any genuine concern for your well-being? His selfish motives were as transparent as glass, his only interest lying in your submission to his sexual desires. Meanwhile, he shamelessly paraded his affections for other girls, a cruel reminder of his callousness. There was no way you would yield to his manipulative tactics, your determination burning brighter than ever amidst the storm of his toxic influence.

And with a surge of sheer madness, you bared your teeth beneath his palm, sinking them into his rough flesh with a viciousness that mirrored the intensity of your anger, determined to inflict any pain you could in your struggle for freedom--and as your teeth dug into his skin, he recoiled, a sharp hiss escaping his lips as you tried your hardest to draw blood.

His grip momentarily loosened, allowing you a gasp of precious air before he tightened his hold once more--his eyes, ablaze with a mix of fury and surprise, bore into yours, capturing your defiance and turning it into a challenge. With brutal force, he spun you around, your back colliding with the unforgiving shelf; the impact sending shivers of pain racing through your spine, and the back of your head met the harsh wood with a sickening thud--your vision momentarily blurring, your heartbeat echoing in your ears like a war drum, punctuating the silence of the library with the harsh reminder of your vulnerability in his grip.

Your eyelids flickered, blinking rapidly to clear the haze, unveiling his intoxicated form, a menacing silhouette against the dim light. His eyes, blacker than the midnight sky, bore into your face with predatory focus, dissecting every flicker of emotion that crossed your features. Your eyes widened in sheer shock, somehow just now fixating on the new cut over his nose, dried blood trickling down from his nostrils and staining his chin, throat and uniform like macabre tears.

"Yeah, that's right..." he muttered, grin crawling over his lips, "take a good fucking look, princess."

Trapped beneath his unrelenting palm, you pleaded, your voice barely audible amidst the fear that gripped your throat. Desperately, you tried to shake your head, your eyes widening in horror as the sinking, sickening sensation in your chest deepened.

Your heart raced with dread, praying vehemently that the blood staining him had nothing to do with Tom.

"I warned you," he sneered, his head tilting as he leaned closer, his palm pressing your head back against the shelf with savage force, as if he was anticipating your impending reaction. "I told you exactly what I'd do to him if he fucking tried anything..."

Your heart fell, shattered, and scattered into a million shards on the cold library floor. Anguish surged through you, transforming into a fierce, unyielding determination, and without hesitation, your hand left your side, a trembling force of defiance as it harshly connected with his cheek--sending his face whipping to the side, his messy hair bouncing against his forehead with the impact.

The sharp sound reverberated through the silence of the library, and his grip on your lips faltered just enough to allow you to break free. Before he had a chance to do anything else, you gripped his wrist, holding it in place, your chest heaving with the weight of your emotions.

Your voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and anger, words escaping your lips in a choked whisper. "I can't...I can't fucking believe you," you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest like a frantic drum. "Mattheo, do you even realize what you've done?"

He blinked, his cheek tinged with a rosy hue from the impact of your slap. "Do you?"

"What the fuck do you mean?" Your lungs seized, anger threatening to collapse them. "How the fuck am I supposed to explain why you fought your own brother over me? How the fuck am I going to justify that in any way? We aren't supposed to...we aren't-"

Your words cut through the air, heavy with incredulity and a profound sense of betrayal. The weight of the situation pressed down on you, leaving you at a loss for words as you struggled to comprehend the tangled mess he had created.

"He doesn't know it was over you," he muttered, ripping his wrist from your hold. "It's not the first time I've fought my brother, Raven."

"Oh, so it's just one big coincidence that you suddenly pick a fight with him after he meets with the girl who's been tutoring you one-on-one for the last few months, right Mattheo?" You snapped, your words laced with bitterness and frustration, the tension between you hanging in the air like a storm waiting to unleash its fury. "Do you understand that if anyone fucking finds out about us...literally anyone...my post graduate career is fucking ruined, and all of this has been for absolutely nothing? Do you understand how many rules I've broken, how much I've risked, just to allow you to use me however you’d like? And this is how you repay me?"

With a sudden movement, you brought a hand to his chin--your fingernails biting into the skin of his jaw, the sharp edges of your frustration cutting into him as you held him firmly in place. The intensity of your grip mirrored the storm brewing inside you, the forceful pressure a physical manifestation of your raging emotions.

"You have absolutely no fucking right interfering in on my life like this...not while you're cuddled up with another girl on the couch...not when you've made it clear as day that I'm your fucking toy and nothing more." You seethed, your voice cutting through the air like a knife. "You have no right to paint him as though he's some demon when you haven't once dared to look at your own fucking reflection."

Mattheo's eyes met yours, his usual confidence flickering for just a moment as the weight of your accusation settled upon him. "You have no idea what he's like...you can't-"

"I know what you're like." You hissed, dropping your hand from his jaw. "And not many can be worse than you."

"That's where you're wrong." He retorted, spitting the words through barred teeth. "That's where you're absolutely fucking wrong."

"Admit it, right now, Mattheo." You snarled, words like venom as you spat them off your tongue. "Admit that I'm nothing but your fucking toy, nothing but a naive little slut for you to manipulate...admit that I'm-"

Your words hung in the air, abruptly silenced as Mattheo's vice-like grip clamped onto your jaw, the intensity of his hold promising to leave marks on your skin. He pressed your head back against the shelf, your body stiffening in response to his overpowering force. The heat radiating from his frame enveloped you, intensifying the sense of confinement as his free hand slammed onto the shelf beside your head, adding to the mockery of your helplessness.

"No," he growled, his voice low and intense, the frustration palpable in the air. His grip on your jaw tightened, his fingers digging into your skin, and you winced, the pain jolting through you. "You're fucking not."

"Bullshit," you hissed back, your defiance flaring despite the pressure of his hold.

His eyes narrowed, his gaze locked onto yours with a fiery determination. "If you were just some conquest, just some notch on my bedpost, why the fuck wouldn't I have fucked you already, huh?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, the intensity making your stomach twist in knots. "I've had countless chances, Raven...and Merlin knows I fucking want to."

Your voice trembled, the vulnerability seeping through your words like a crack in a dam holding back a tidal wave of emotions. "Want...to...what?"

"Fuck you," he admitted, his grip on your jaw loosening, his confession dripping with both desire and frustration. "I want to fucking rail you, Raven, what the fuck else would I be talking about?"

"But?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, your heart pounding in your chest, desperate for an answer you already fucking knew. "What's stopping you?"

He exhaled, his jaw tensing. "You're a fucking virgin...I've never...I wouldn't feel right if I-"

"Exactly my fucking point," you said, cutting him off, your words slicing through the tension between you. "It wouldn't feel right because I'm just a fucking toy, Mattheo...I'm just a means for you to get your release and then throw away when you're done, what you said just fucking confirms it..please don't stand here and try to pretend otherwise..."

The truth hung in the air, heavy and raw, the silence that followed echoing with the weight of your unspoken feelings, leaving both of you engulfed in a suffocating sense of reality.

"You said you had no interest in taking my virginity." You whispered, reluctantly meeting his eyes. "You fucking said that, before any of this started."

"I know," his throat bobbed as he swallowed. "I know what I fucking said.”

"So, let me get this straight." You spat, eyebrow cocked. "You want me to continue being your toy, breaking every rule in the book in exchange for your tutoring cooperation and improved grades in order to help me impress Dumbledore, while you continue to be with other girls, but get controlling and fucking crazy when your own brother comes near me, even though you know we could never be together and you have zero intentions of making that happen away...yeah?"

As he blinked, remaining silent, you huffed, releasing a frustrated breath. "Can you at least do me one little fucking favour and explain that hypocrisy to me, Riddle? Or-"

Cutting you off, Mattheo's fingers gripped your jaw for what had to be the hundredth time in ten minutes, pulling you into a kiss that felt like an explosion of chaos and passion--the taste of blood, firewhiskey, and the lingering scent of cigarettes filling your senses; a potent mix that somehow pulled a low moan from your throat. His tongue brushed past your lips, exploring your mouth with a fervor that left you breathless, your entire body reeling from the raw desperation in his touch. The world around you faded into oblivion as his hands slid into your hair, anchoring you to him, pressing you against the shelf with an irresistible force, neither of you willing to separate despite your urgent need for breath.

After what felt like an eternity, Mattheo's lips reluctantly left yours, trailing a path of fire down to your jawline. His hot breath, laced with the taste of whiskey and desire, washed over your skin as he panted, and the room seemed to pulse with the aftermath of the passionate exchange. The two of you stood there, heaving, as if trying to fill your lungs with enough air to regain composure--the intensity of the moment lingering, leaving you both breathless and yearning for more, even though you both knew it was a stupid, idiotic, dangerous game you were playing.

"How is it, that the one woman I can never get enough of, is the one I can't have..." he whispered, his voice so low you swore there was no fucking way you heard him correctly. "When I think about it, I guess it's a fitting punishment, for a monster like me..." his hands fell to your hips, softly holding you against him. "To hold something in my hands and know beyond a bloody fucking doubt that I'll never deserve it."

Your lungs stalled, your heart stopped, oxygen fleeing you as though it was running from a fucking fire. He took a step back, releasing you fully.

"You're right, I had no right doing what I did." The words slammed your chest like a fifty pound brick. You couldn’t do anything except blink. "But I couldn't control myself, and it's not your fault, it's mine. I can’t get over myself. Just be my tutor, and let’s forget anything ever happened between us…I hope my brother makes you fucking happy.”

Without giving you a chance to respond he shifted, making his way down the isle and disappearing around the corner before you even had a singular chance to decipher what the fuck had just happened.

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Chapter Seven->

[marscardigan]

keeping it casual

steve harrington x reader

Summary: two times your friends almost caught you and steve, and the time they did.

When you and Steve agreed on having a secret relationship, you both were aware of the risks that it would include. It was pretty hard having time alone, especially without Robin, who was glued all the time with you. So when Steve told you that on Tuesdays and Fridays he had to close Scoops alone, you knew it was a sign.

Every Tuesday and Friday, you appeared five minutes before he closed so you could have some time alone. You had to admit that it wasn't always hooking up; some nights you two just sat on the floor, his head on your thighs and your fingers playing with his hair, talking about silly things.

Maybe it was the fact that you two were exhausted that day or that Robin kept it really quiet. Whatever it was, Robin found Steve asleep between your legs. I mean, it wasn't that much of a deal; you were friends in the eyes of everyone. That's what friends did anyway, right? If it wasn't for the fact that your makeup was all messed up and Steve lips had gloss on them, you could've passed as friends. For whatever reason it was, Robin didn't switch on the light, so, in her eyes, it just looked like you were sprawled on the floor. You jumped anyhow when you saw your friend.

"Oh my god, Robin!" You stood up fast, making Steve's head fall to the ground with a loud thud.

"Hey! What are you two still doing here?" She grabbed a backpack she probably forgot. "Lucky me, I remembered I left my bag before getting into the bus." 

Steve got up, brushing off the rest of the gloss that still remained on his puffy lips. It was then when Robin switched on the light. "Well, now that you are still here, could you give me a ride? It's quite late, and the people on the bus at this hour are extremely weird."

"But-" "Sure!" You and Steve said at the same time. He frowned like a kid at your answer. "We were just making time; I'm on a date, and Steve and I were just making some time, right, Stevie?" 

"Another one?" Robin chuckled. "Girl, you are on fire. Do I know him this time?"

Your head was still buzzing for Steve's kisses, plus you were tired. So you told her a name you knew he wasn't going to ask again. "Do you know Carver?"

"Jason Carver!?" Robin and Steve asked at the same time. Both with surprised yet quite disgusted tones. You just nodded. 

"The first date went quite well." You lied between your teeth. You tried not to look up at Steve, whose eyes were glancing at your hickeys he gave you. "Actually, we should go; it's quite late."

"Sure thing!" Robin grabbed your hand, and with one last glance at your back, you knew you had screwed up.

It was common knowledge that Steve's house was empty always, so the party always used it to make their meetings. Especially this summer, where it was so hot that everyone took advantage of Steve's giant pool. 

Steve was quite busy checking you out in your new swimsuit that he didn't hear Dustin asking to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, a scream shut all the laughs. You and Steve went running to see what happened to Dustin, thinking he may have fallen and hurt himself somehow. When you both saw the reason for the shriek, you wished he truly fell.

"What is a thong doing in your bed?"

You wanted to laugh. You truly did. But you were just static, seeing your red thong besides Steve's teddy bear. The male grabbed the thong and put it on his bedside table - you were going to scold him later.

"My sex life is none of your business, kid." He started to force Dustin outside his bedroom. "What were you doing here anyway? There's a bathroom downstairs!"

It was Dustin's turn to fall quiet. "I wanted to steal you some hairspray for tomorrow night. I know you have stock in your wardrobe." He then came back inside and grabbed the product and left his room again. "Who are you screwing?"

"Ew, no! Don't say it like that."

"It is exactly that," You chirped, still frozen in your place. Steve gave you a look that made you realize how uncomfortable this situation was itself, so you decided to go downstairs and tell the others it was a false alarm. 

Before you could close the door, you heard Steve telling Dustin something about Chrissy Cunningham. 

You guessed he didn't learn your mistake with Robin, the other week. At least, you thought, you won't be seeing these two for some more couple weeks, so the lie could still be used. Well, that's what you thought.  

Lucas was in a tough position. He always wanted to make it to the basketball team, but he knew the party wouldn't be supportive about it, especially after knowing there was a DnD club at high school. Still, he decided to follow his coherent thoughts. When he did make it and when to practice for the first time, he didn't believe his eyes. Jason Carver, the captain of the basketball team, kissing and grabbing Chrissy Cunningham by the waist? Ain't no way. He believed that you and Jason were still dating - in any case, that's what you have been telling the party for weeks - and, also, weren't Chrissy and Steve hooking up not long ago?

He went to Jason's friends and asked if he and the cheerleader were going serious.

"What are you talkin' about, man? They have been going out all summer as a couple."

That very first day, the party arrived to scoops ahoy. You were in the same spot as always, Steve and Robin by your side.

"Hey, kiddos!"

Dustin called your name in a cold tone. "Don't you two have something to say?" He then looked at Steve.

Oh boy, you were fucked.

[enidette]

TEACH YOU A LESSON carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, repost of an old fic because i feel bad for depriving you guys, overstimulation, ruined orgasm, jerking off, oral (m!receiving), sub!carl

it got on your nerves how all of a sudden a new girl comes to the school and your boyfriend is all over her. maybe you're overreacting, but he's still spending too much time with her for your liking. the two of you have barely spent time together the past few days.

that brings you to now. sitting outside next to ron. you were in your normal spot, right next to where carl was supposed to be sitting. instead he was teaching enid how to use a gun, which the girl was already clearly an expert at.

the worst part, he was way too close. arms around her close, ignoring her murderous glare.

but what really caught your attention is the way he was looking at you. you've been with carl so long that you can read him like an open book. he was doing this to get a reaction out of you. soon after he was making his way back to your spot, but you don't even give him time to sit down.

you grab his arm and stand up, "let's go."

"go? where?" it didn't take a genius to recognize the suggestive tone in his voice. but you didn't answer him, just took his hand to lead him to his house.

he would say snarky things while you walked even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. "cat got your tongue?"

you whip around and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him down harshly. "i don't know what you were hoping for but trust me carl, you're not getting it."

the smirk on his face drops but quickly returns. "punishment or not, you're gonna fuck me."

he was right, you did. but here the boy is now, squirming on his bed on the edge of his third orgasm and you showed no signs of stopping. it was a sight to see truly, his head thrown back, legs quivering. your hand was working on his cock in slow motions.

"please, please, please."

you giggle, speeding up slightly causing the boy's mouth to drop open. "please, what baby?" he didn't answer you, all he did was grab your arm and whimper.

you pout in faux sympathy, "want me to stop?"

his grip on your arm got tighter and he leaned forward, guiding your hand to make sure you didn't "no!"

a sadistic smirk finds its way to your lips, something popping in your head that would guarantee carl never stepping out of line again. maybe it was a little harsh, your heart clenching a little at your precious boyfriend. he'd already apologized and was doing so good.

but it would teach him a lesson.

you continue pumping him, speeding up a little and nearly laugh when 'thank you's repeatedly fell from your boy's lips. you truly can read him like an open book, so you could tell when he was about to cum. you wait until the moment he was about to and pulled away, ruining it for him.

tears spring his eye at the dull feeling, "why?" he whimpers, head lifting off the pillow to look at you before falling back in desperation.

maybe you felt a little bad, but you also really liked it. "i'm sorry baby, was that mean?" he nods, pretty tears falling from his eye. your hand wraps around him again and he jolts, pushing it away.

"oh, you don't want me to finally give you what you want?" his eyes widen,

"no, i do! please," you smile at him and lower yourself on the bed.

once your mouth is level with his cock you look up at him again, "you sure you can take it baby?"

he nods, "mhm, i'll be good. promise."

he nearly sobs when you take him in your mouth, sucking on his tip lightly. you watch his reactions and wonder how someone could be so pretty when they're a mess. you lower your head, attempting to take him all in your mouth no matter how difficult it may be. you wanted to see just how wrecked he could get.

his hand finds its way to your head, not pushing, just tangling in your hair while he looks down at you in ecstasy. when you start bobbing your head it's obvious he won't last longer. he finishes down your throat with something between a moan and a groan.

"i hope this teaches you a lesson carl."

[awbublie]

wait my mc lore just dropped 🙀🙀

mc lore is here >.< fret not!!

they are a glorified self-insert i am shameless and will insert myself into my favorite media!!!

though she isn't a complete rip-off of me, maybe like 60% me

though i do love napco figurines

(edit: im so stupid and thought mx stood for mexican😭😭😓)

relationship charts!!!

caught mc on a good day!:

essentially means mc got a higher score than 60 on a test and just got a sweet treat.

feeling like contributing to society, she helps this rando return a phone.

seven:

both work with computers, he's just levels ahead of them.

inferiority complex kicks in til he starts helping her with assignments and omg im in love with this man.

likes his jokes and his robots are sooooo cool, "you think you can make one look like this? :3" insert image

calls him so he can practice his english and she can practice her korean.

the flirty banter really kicks up and they get their hopes up

gets butthurt day 8 when he turns them down.

jaehee:

desperate for female friends mc is overly-sweet and clingy.

jaehee is overwhelmed and explains in order for them to be proper friends time is needed.

they are now bonding over coffee beans and how mc brought some from her last Mexico trip

i WANT THEM TO LIVE TOGETHER SO BAD

yoosung:

misses her siblings so he's the closest to a little brother.

finds out guys don't typically like that when you tell them that, especially if they are older.

they make up and bond over their no-life life

trains in LOLOL for the next couple days bc DANG IT SHE WILL PLAY IN HIS LOBBYS!!!!

share shoujo recs

zen:

when he flirts at first, her heart flutters.

till jaehee gives her the warning, and atp jaehees word is bible

finds him silly but like in a older man kind of way

finds his costumes interesting and asks about the type of fabrics they use

during 707 route, she leans into the whole big sister zen and LOVES IT

jumin:

not too big with rich people and was quick to form an opinion

finds out ab Elizabeth and everything that they had thought gets thrown out the window WHAT A NICE MAN!

til shes asking about the area and he says something along the lines of "why move to a country you know nothing about? You are simply asking to fail. "

YEAH HES RIGHT BUT HE DIDNT HAVE TO SAY THATTT 😭😭😭

is bitter for the next 2 days before she gets over it

caught mc on a bad day!:

felt with the daddy issues (we cannot control our fathers we have nothing to do with our father's errors they do not define what we do or who we become we can disagree with them and still love them)

the professor was moving too quickly during class, her computer was working, she fell behind and her brain is fried. it feels like it's been happening more and more....honestly it feels easier just to rot in bed sleeping.

getting a random message just worsens her mood. "i cant even help myself and im supposed to help you?" rolling over to try to make sense of the class notes.

saeran:

got kidnapped and had their laptop open

"you follow me on github?"

mc BEGS for him to teach them everything he knows

ends up becoming an intern and moving their classes online

but wait...this guy is lwk kinda cute....

and he's taking the time to teach me??? >.<

blind to their situation mc follows instructions and fufills small tasks

saeran gives her badge "ID:10T"

cleaning his code to filling up the office waterbottle, all in payment for bootcamp-saeran™

V:

reminds her of a teacher she had once, ick

finds him to be kind of a doormat, but so is she

doesn't enjoy seeing how others might view her

(707 route bc i forgot to mention him there) can't help but feel sorry for him, she may not trust him but i mean cmon they can't help but feel bad dude lost his fiance and now seems like he can't keep his life together

rika:

again, desperate for female friends, but this one IS SO DIFFERENT

this is like when you make eye contact with someone of a similar group and you kinda expect automatic friendship but they are cold to you

mc is either ignorant of mint eyes operations or is slowly being indoctrinated, they don't meet rika very often.

they form a kind of bitterness towards her, rooted in her insecurities

"how can someone be so loved?" "how can someone just 'create' a world of their own" "whats so special about her, i'd be able to do something like that too"

by only hearing of her through saeran they feel so insignificant to her influence, it weakens them

[winterwandersland]

The Box Pt. 1 (18+)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader cw: fluff, humor, mention of drugs word count: 1.5k Reader has a crook in her neck

You had been walking around the house, your neck stiff as a board. Every time you turned it to one side, it felt like it might break the more you turned it. Any time you needed to turn your head, you just turned your body or turned your head just enough to use your peripheral vision.

You were putting away your clean clothes in your drawers when you heard the door open. You knew exactly who it was, but unfortunately, you couldn’t move enough to exclaim your true excitement.

“Simon! You’re back!” you exclaimed as if he wasn’t just there twenty minutes ago. He had only gone to the store to get you both ice cream to watch a movie.

But that didn’t matter.

You were always excited to see him.

You jumped onto him as you normally would, and he caught you in his arms. You always fell perfectly around his waist, his arms locking below your thighs. “Hey, love,” he said, giving you a kiss. “I got ice cream.”

“What kind?” you asked him, knowing he would never get anything other than the usual unless it was requested.

“The kind you like,” he said, knowing you already knew the answer to the question.

He put you down and you told him you would be ready shortly. You just had to finish putting up the clothes. He watched you move differently than you normally would. As he helped you to speed up the process, he noticed that something was wrong.

“Why are you moving like that?” he asked you, genuinely concerned for your well-being. You turned to him as normally as you could without hurting yourself. Your hands were on your hips, trying to play everything off.

“What do you mean?” you responded, doing your best to look innocent. He knew you knew exactly what he meant. You would’ve had him fooled if you weren’t missing your signature head tilt during your inquiry.

“Why are you so…stiff?” he asked, now examining you even more. “I’m not stiff,” you lied.

That was your first lie.

“Turn your head,” he said. You did as you were told, except you turned it to the only side you could without causing yourself any pain. “The other way,” he said, growing more demanding. You turned your head as much as you could, but it was obvious that side wasn’t as mobile as the other.

“You’re in pain,” he said like it was a matter of fact. And yes, you were. But it was normal for people to get a crook in their neck now and then. You probably just slept wrong. “It’s just a crook in my neck,” you confessed. “I’ll be fine.”

He took both of his hands, cupping your face, both of his thumbs on your jawbone. “Let me see,” he said. He tilted your head from side to side until he saw you wince at the pain. You could’ve sworn your neck was about to break or a neck bone would slip out of place. “I’m fine. I swear.”

Another lie.

“How long?” he asked you, trying to find the pinpoint of the pain in your neck. You told him since this morning which nearly sent the man into a spiral. “And you didn’t say nothin’?”

“It wasn’t that bad, and I thought it would go away.” You really did think it would have gone away by now, but it had only gotten worse throughout the day. At least this morning, you still had a full range of motion in your neck.

He finally found your source of pain once he pressed down on a specific part of the back of your neck with his thumb. Your immediate reaction told him all he needed to know. Simon walked over to the bed, positioning himself in the middle of it. You watched him as he sat, still fully clothed, only his shoes and balaclava removed. “Come,” he said, motioning you over to him. You did as you were told and he gently guided your head to his lap, positioning you to face him as you laid down.

He placed his hand around your throat, using his thumb to massage the stubborn notch in the back of your head. You enjoyed his warmth. His comfort. Every moment you spent with him was like a moment in heaven. There needn’t be any words exchanged. If he kept this up, you’d be asleep, forgetting about the movie and the pain in your neck.

So, you did the only thing you could do to stay in the moment,

Speak.

“I have a question,” you said. He rolled his eyes, knowing any time you said that a flow of nonsense would spew out of your mouth. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. “Oh boy,” he commented.

“If you did a line of cocaine right now-,” you started. “What the fuck?” he said, cutting you off. You playfully pushed him, complaining that he didn’t let you finish. He sighed, letting you know he was listening. “If you did a line of cocaine right now, how many laps around your base do you think you could run? And it’s like, a good decent line of coke. Like not too thick but not too thin, you know?”

“No. I don’t know,” he replied. He was amused, a slight grin going across his face. If you actually looked closely, it looked like he was actually contemplating his answer as he massaged your neck, despite the fact he would never do such a thing. Not only would he be kicked out of the military, but he’d lose everything he had, including you. “I’m waiting,” you pushed.

“None,” he said. You were confused. None? Simon Riley? Not being able to do any laps around base? Impossible.

“None? Why,” you inquired. You thought he would say because he wouldn’t do coke, but you were wrong.

He went on to explain how cocaine increases your heart and blood pressure, so if he were running, it would increase so much that he’d have a heart attack before he could finish the lap. You did say “run” not “jog”.

It was quite an interesting answer, but you begged to differ.

He continued the pressured massaging of your neck with his thumb. You were surprised it hadn’t given out yet from as much pressure he was putting on it. Your neck was starting to feel better already, but you wanted him to continue. You distracted him with an answer of your own.

“Interesting. I’d think I could do at least three,” you confidently said. You had been on his base a few times. Surely, you could run it at least once, but you said three just to add more to your self-esteem.

Simon raised an eyebrow, surprised at your answer. “And why is that?” he asked, interested in your explanation that he had a feeling would only make sense to you. “I don’t know. I just feel like with enough coke in my system, if I felt like I was having a heart attack, I could just tell it to stop.”

He chuckled, his leg slightly moving under you. You laughed with him, but you were serious about your answer. “That’s not how that works,” he said between laughs. It was surely how it worked in your head. You explained to him how you felt like after doing cocaine, you felt you would have a level of control and consciousness over your body that someone who was sober wouldn’t. He laughed even more.

It may not be how it worked, but that’s just how you imagined it, and it made perfect sense to you. “You have a very interesting brain,” he told you. And you did. The way you connected topics that wouldn’t make sense to the majority of the population, but somehow it still made sense at the same time, was fascinating to him. Whenever he had a bad day, he knew it wouldn’t last long once he got to talk to you, whether it be over the phone or once he walked through the doors of your shared home.

While you two continued to talk about the most absurd topics, he realized you were moving a bit more fluidly now. He asked you if your neck still hurt and you told him it did.

Another lie.

Fortunately for him, a branch hit the window, making you snap your neck in response, not a wince in sight. Unfortunately for you, he noticed. Meaning you had broken the number one rule.

No lying.

“Are you sure?” he asked, this time trying to see if you would lie again.

If he had been counting since the beginning, this would be your fourth lie because you told him you were sure. You saw the look in his eyes turn dark, and you knew you were in for a night of trouble.

Pt. 2

Written bc I had a crook in my neck yesterday and no one to tend to it

[mytheoristavenue]

LF Creature x Reader - Mutal Comfort

Summary: You owed Lisa a favor, but you never expected she'd make you pay it back in the form of babysitting her undead boytoy while she goes to a party.

Warnings: rushed/not proofread, bisexual!reader, reader has an unreciprocated crush on Lisa, angst, fem!reader

"Lisa, I never agreed to this!" You shouted at your best friend as she hurried over to crawl back out of your window.

"I promise I'll make it up," she waved you off, sliding the glass panel up. "It's just for the night, I swear. I'll be back before school."

With that she was gone, hearing no other protests. You stood with your back flattened against the wall, frightened gaze never leaving the thing on the other side of your bedroom.

You were the only person who knew of Creature's presence, being Lisa's very best friend for life or whatever. You'd do anything for her but babysitting her undead little pet was definitely stretching boundaries.

You felt some guilt for your terror, after all, he did look incredibly somber, shrinking into the opposite corner. Maybe he felt bad for scaring you?

"S-Soo...uh," you started, pushing off the wall but only by mere centimeters. "Y-You...Lisa's new boyfriend?" The thing seemed rigid at the thought and reluctantly shook his head. "Let me guess, you wanna be?" You prodded, inching closer still. Another timid nod. The two of you had that in common, apparently.

"You and me both," you sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. Creature eyed you skeptically, still in the corner but not as glued to the wall as before. "Don't look at me like that, I don't mean I want to be her boyfriend." You paused, wondering if his expression was caused by the thought of you being gay or wanting to be a male, or maybe he was jealous at the thought of competition. "But, I don't know, being girlfriends might be nice..."

By this time, he'd inched close enough to sit on the other side of the bed, still as far away on it as possible, though. You took this as a sign to continue. "It's just that, me and Lis have been besties since like- kindergarten. I even convinced my parents to move her with her after her mom died and it feels like all she does is blow me off now," you ranted. "Like, before the incident, we'd have these long talks about the future, and we were always in each other's but now...I don't know anymore..."

An anguished moan was his only response as he drew his discolored hand to his chest. "Sorry," you said dropping your head. "I know you've gotta be hurting too listening to her ramble on about-" You brought your hands to your cheeks and batted your lashes, making your voice an octave higher to imitate your crush. "Micheal Trent!" He nodded, rolling his eyes slightly. "Y'know, I really don't know what she sees in him? Dude's a class A poser. He pretends to be into all that dark music and poetry but it's literally just to look cool and mysterious so all the preppy girls will fall in love with him."

While you ranted, Creature studied your room, noting how different it was from Lisa's. She had string lights, drawings, and moody posters all over her walls, while yours were tidy and well-organized with framed photos and prints of paintings that matched the color scheme of the walls. Eventually, you caught onto his staring and fell quiet prompting him to glance back to you.

"Didn't mean to fly off the handle, my bad." you muttered, standing up with a sigh. "Anyways, what do you like to do? Got any hobbies?" He stood up with you, wandering over to a keyboard that had collected dust in the corner. Curiously, he stuck a key and cringed at the sound it made. You joined him, explaining it. "That's just my old keyboard. I used to play piano as a kid but when we moved here we couldn't take my piano with us, so my dad got me this. It's kinda like an electric piano, only it's portable. Don't really like it though, too synthy for my taste."

Creature sat down in front of it, fumbling with the buttons on the control board while trying out the keys after each adjustment. Finally, he seemed to have found a setting he liked. "I'm guessing you play?" you cocked a brow. You couldn't have predicted how the cocky smirk then tossed you would make you feel. Following that, he threaded his finders together before pushing them out, cracking his knuckles before dramatically slamming down on the keys.

"Holy shit," you breathed, listening to the classical tune that filled your room. Needless to say, he played beautifully and was incredibly talented. At one point, he even glanced up at you with another shit-eating grin, showcasing the fact that he knew the positions by memory and didn't even need to look.

"You're amazing!" you explained when the song was finished, placing your hands on either shoulder and rocking him gently. "I've never seen that much musical skill from one person! What, were you like a professional pianist in your first life or something?"

To your surprise, he actually nodded. "Jesus christ man, I've never even heard that song before, did you write that?" He nodded again, and again, you were flabbergasted. "I bet you had an extraordinarily hard life." You muttered without thinking. "Art like that only comes out of suffering." As he nodded yet again, this time more bashfully, the two of you shared a moment of silence.

"I'm sorry, that was rude," you realized, glancing away. This time, Creature shook his head, an uncharacteristically peachy hand guiding your face back toward his as he stepped closer. For a moment, you waited to see what wisdom he had to offer, before remembering that no words would come as he stared at you, only able to offer a comforting gaze. "I wish you could talk," you whispered as he pulled you into his chest without you even realizing it. "But then again, maybe it's better you can't." you retorted to yourself bitterly. "I've had enough people tell me to cheer up because life gets better."

Creature stiffened, pushing you to hold you at arm's length, shaking his head again. "You think you got something better?" you asked, rhetorically.

Sensing your irritation, he resigned himself to giving up on communication for now. Taking matters into his own hands, he pressed a palm to his heart, a sign for you to trust him. Gently, he guided you back to your bed, pushing you down onto it. Awkwardly, Creature untucked the quilt from the bed a threw it over you, signalling for you to lay down, before tucking you in. You reluctantly followed his instruction, laying down on your side, tears welling in your eyes from all the overwhelming emotion bubbling inside you. You then watched as he made his way over to your desk, seeming to write something on a sheet of notebook paper Following this, he laid the note at your feet as he took a seat in front of the keyboard again.

You couldn't deny that you were beginning to feel drowsy after the soft music he played filled the room. This song was nothing like the first one. It was sweet and serene, unlike the dark and dramatic one he'd first played- with that cocky grin that made you feel so conflicted.

On the cusp of needing to rest your eyes, you remembered the note he'd left for you, briefly sitting up to reach it before laying back down, holding it up in the air to read what it said as he played your consciousness out.

"The sun does not ever reappear if the rain never stops. To live happily is to find solace in any weather. With the right balance, the flowers will begin to bloom. I hope to one day see a lush garden in you, darling."

[remiratboi]

The Truth Of The Matter - Part 3

Masterlist

Part 1 | Previous

Minotaur M Best Friend X Human GN Fat Reader

CW: monsterfucking, clubbing, drinking, slight body insecurity

A few weeks went by, and the dress haunted you from your closet. You had put it on a couple of times, but chickened out each time.

Tonight was the night, though. You were going to do it. You were feeling hot today, and you figured if there was ever a time, now was it. You and Rin were both getting ready for the usual club, respectively.

You spent more time than you normally did on your face and hair. You went ultra femme, the tight red dress and sheer black tights. You put on your favourite strapy black heels and curled your hair. After a final look in the mirror, and a calming breath, you made your way to the living room where Rin was waiting for you.

You felt nervous for some reason. And embarrassed. You tried shaking it.

Rin caught you from the corner of his eye, and did a legitimate double take. His jaw dropped, for the second time.

“You’re wearing that tonight?” His voice cracked.

“Yeah, I mean, if I look as hot as you say I do, maybe I’ll catch someone extra pretty tonight.” You joked. His face went blank. Your normally open friend became unreadable.

“You know, I’m actually not up to it tonight.” He spoke flatly, but his words felt like knives. Did he not like the dress on you anymore? “I… I’m not feeling good. I just can’t take it.” He finished lamely.

Your shoulders sank. “But I was so excited.” You pouted and looked at your dolled up face in the decorative mirror that hung nearby.

“You should still go. Have fun. I’m probably just gonna go to bed early.” His tone was still bizarre. You didn’t understand.

“No, it’s ok, I’ll make some soup, and we can watch a-” you turned back to your room as you spoke, but were interrupted by his suddenly harsh tone.

“No, just go. I’m fine. Go have fun.” He stood and walked past you. The door to his room clicked when it latched. You stood in your living room, bewildered and a little bit hurt.

Fuck it. You thought. You looked hot, felt good, and clearly Rin needed some space. You’d give him as much as he wanted. You grabbed your handbag and headed out.

The club was dead when you arrived. You hadn’t meant to leave quite that early, but after the strange experience with Rin, you’d practically ran there. About 15 people milled around.

Brutus welcomed you with a low whistle when you walked by him. You blushed and twirled, giggling.

“Damn, you poured into that?” He teased and followed it with a chef's kiss.

You received a similar response from Viola. “Baby if I hadn’t paid a fuck ton of money to turn my cock into a pussy, I’d have a raging boner right about now.”

“Ew, Vi?” You replied, screwing up your face. She cackled at your response.

“Seriously though, you look amazing. New dress?” She spoke as she prepped the bar for the night. You reached over and plucked a cherry from a dish, popping it into your mouth.

“Yeah, Rin bought it for me.” Your smile fell as you were reminded of the strange interaction earlier.

“Speaking of the big lug, where is he?” You didn’t reply for a moment, lost in thought. It was long enough she paused, and looked up at you. “Woah, what’s with the face? You guys okay?” She asked. You knew it wasn’t like you two to have conflict? And while you had wanted to move past it, it seemed harder than you’d expected.

“Huh?” You shook your head slightly and looked back at her. “Oh, yeah. Uh, he said something about how he ‘just can’t take it’.” You were about to explain that he wasn’t feeling well when Viola laughed.

“Yeah well, you can’t blame him.” She went back to her prep work. “Honestly, about time he said something.”

Maybe if she had been paying better attention, she’d have seen how confused you were. That she had misunderstood. But she hadn’t been. And she didn’t realize.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

She rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Well I mean the guys been in love with you his entire life, and he has to watch you go home with person after person each night. I wouldn’t be able to take it either.” She finally looked back at your face. It was her turn to be confused at your expression of utter shock.

“What are you talking about?” You spoke quietly. The music almost drowning you out.

Viola froze. “… What are you talking about?”

“Rin isn’t feeling well. He said he couldn’t take coming out tonight.” You clarified. It felt like the whole world fell away. The only thing you could see was Viola. “What did you think I was saying?”

Viola laughed awkwardly. “Yeah that’s what I meant too!” She spoke with too much enthusiasm. As if she could trick you into forgetting what she had just said.

“Vi, I swear to god.” You pushed every bit of threat you could muster into your tone. Her shoulders sagged. She sighed.

“I’m not supposed to tell you. It was an accident.” Viola chewed on her bottom lip.

You glared at her.

“Fine. But don’t you dare tell him I told you. I’ll make Brutus ban you.” She pointed to the door you knew he stood outside.

You crossed your arms. “Honestly, I’d like to see you try. He likes me more.” You smirked. “But I’m not going to say anything anyway. Can you please just explain yourself?” You refocused.

“Each night, you go home with someone. And each night, he sits here and drowns his sorrows, complaining about how much he loves you. I think he’s just a coward, but he says you don’t feel the same, and he doesn’t want to risk the friendship.” She looked at you anxiously. “I don’t know, that’s just what he’s said.”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before you were turning around. And then you were running.

[jesswritesthat]

Kirishima Eijirō: Intervention

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.8k, humour

• Yourself and Kirishima have spent the night in each others dorm rooms before, but this time your classmates decide to question you both about it.

Warnings: Suggestive, insinuations.

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It was bizarre, the atmosphere almost claustrophobic when you walked into the common area with Kirishima by your side. The pair of you abruptly quit laughing when met with utter silence and an intensity that suggested the rest of Class 3-A had been awaiting your timely arrival.

"Told you they'd be together, at least we know it wasn't a hit and run situation." Sero stated with a knowing smirk, though Izuku and a few of the girls sent him embarrassed looks.

"What are you are all doing here?"

"Staging a pre-intervention. For you and Kirishima." Iida sternly informed, a hand cementing the situation.

"Alright, we're open to listen. Have we done something wrong?" Eijirō respectfully added, though slightly apprehensive.

"We heard the two of you last night."

Immediately you furrowed your brows at them, and then exchanged a questionable look with Kirishima - instantly the scenario came to mind and sorry wouldn't nearly be enough. Still you held your hands up in defence and immediately began spewing your panicked apologies.

"We're so sorry! We didn't mean it to be that loud but—"

"Could you refrain from having sex in the dorms...?" Momo hid her face as Shōto calmly spoke, scarlet completely enveloping her as well as few of your friends. However it wasn’t nearly as prominent as the overwhelming awkwardness.

There was a heavy silence full of comprehension that cut your defence short, yourself and Kirishima critically trying to piece together the story (which you definitely hadn’t written).

"Having..." Eijirō started, with you finishing the thought train enraptured by equal puzzlement.

"...Sex?"

"Yes! Don't act all innocent - I heard you through my ceiling! (L/n) you screamed, and then there was the banging..." Denki pointed at you accusingly with flustered sparks flying from him, his argument convincing judging by his circumstances even if untrue.

"We were watching a horror film! The speakers were maxed so when the jump scare came I freaked out." You adamantly justified, desperately fighting the rising heat of your skin due to the insinuations.

"Sero tell them what you caught when passing by after leaving Shojis' room!" Denki rectified, nudging the tape hero’s’ shoulder encouragingly and with a hesitant sigh, Hanta reluctantly gave his testimony.

"I heard (Y/n) say 'Ah Eijirō not so hard! Be gentle with your grip.' and then a few moments later Kirishima goes '(Y/n), this is tight, you sure I’m okay to keep going?' - that's enough for me."

Again the awkwardness only seemed to increase with every piece of incriminating evidence they convicted you with. Shadows looming over the pair of you, the crushing embarrassment and spicy thoughts racing through both of your minds enough to melt you to the floor. Instead, you briskly pulled up your sleeve - white bandages (decorated a funky sharpie scribble of Red Riot) encircled your wrist.

"I did not sleep with Eijirō!"

"And I'd treat (Y/n) with far more class than that if we did, it's the manly thing to do!"

"After the scare I fell off of his bed hence the banging, Eijirō went into hero mode and tried to pull me up - hard." You sent him a pointed glare, as if scolding him again to which he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, then you continued. "I landed weird on my wrist, so we bandaged it, I wanted him to wrap it tight enough in case it was more than a sprain but it seems alright this morning."

With that you twisted your wrist, checking it again meanwhile your classmates processed the illuminating explanation with mutterings of understanding amongst themselves until Kirishima encouraged a unanimous agreement.

"That covers everything, but if watching a horror film leads to this, then we'll watch down here."

"Nah no need for that, it all makes sense now. Sorry for jumping to conclusions, just because you're dating doesn't mean you're doing the dirty so—“

"Kaminari, (Y/n) and I..." The redhead looked to you reassuringly, and before continuing he slung an arm around your shoulder which you naturally reciprocated. "We aren't dating man.”

“…”

"THIS IS EVEN WORSE THAN THE SEX SCANDAL!" Mina stood from her seat with an outraged tone, one that would’ve startled the others if they weren't in agreement with her.

"This whole time... (L/n) was available... could've made a move without feeling guilty..." Mineta quietly muttered, rocking back and forth in the corner.

"I'm sorry, how are you not dating?! How are they not dating?!" Uraraka shook Izukus’ shoulders aggressively whilst questioning such blasphemy.

"Just... wait but... you just... You guys are gonna be the reason I turn to smoking." Sero painfully pinched the bridge of his nose, whilst some were done with this idiocy before it even started (Shinsō, Bakugō, Tokoyami…).

"Eijirō... would you go on a date with me to spare their sanity? Is that reasonable? Is that manly of us?" Your voice shook with false concern, but it was the joking lilt to it that spread a shark tooth grin across the lips of Kirishima.

"Yeah, let's discuss it over lunch."

With that, and effortless laughter that seemed to mock your fellow classmates, you left the dormitory - not before asking if anyone wanted something picking up of course.

Yet watching the two of you leave like that, smiling so brightly with each other, had Class 3-A wondering if the two of you secretly were dating? And if you weren’t, did you truly not see the love you shared?

Honestly they almost wished they were right about last night.

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[ Masterlist ]

[potheadkiki]

Warnings!

Dubious consent

Pet names(kitten, love, pretty, baby, etc.)

Chubby reader

Age gap

Kinda breaking and entering but she's fine with it

Insecure reader

Aizawa is kinda a perv

Needy boy

Virgin reader

Virgin kink

Kinda breath play

Dom/sub under tones

One night Aizawa gets a call from Chief Kenji Tsuragamae asking if it would be possible for him to check out the area around the dorm room. Aizawa clearly confused asks why he should be leaving the safety of his own room this late at night and Kenji explains that there was a thief spotted in that area and that it's been a common complaint at the police station so with a sigh aizawa reluctantly agrees reluctantly that it should be fine, he can't sleep anyway and it's late so he decides to one last bed check before shooting his T.A a message before leaving. He barely gets a block away before he notices some guy lurking around someone's house in a hoodie

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing I mean honestly making me leave my damn room for this" he says rolling his eyes activating his capture weapon wrapping the guy up pulling his phone out to let calling Kenji letting him know that he caught the guy only to be stopped as he hears the guy begin to laugh making a comment about how he should have checked his surroundings more looking up he's attacked by another man, said man throws pink dust in his face getting it in his eyes and throwing him off balance. Aizawa is a mess by the time Kenji arrives. He still has the one guy in the corner but his friend managed to get away after he fell down.

"Jesus Aizawa you're burning up. Let me take you to the hospital" Kenji says and Aizawa slaps his hand away refusing,telling him he'll be fine he just needs to lay down but as he gets closer to the dorm his heart races as he thinks about his T.A. She's younger than him admittedly but that doesn't change the way he feels. The second she appeared in his life was better, brighter even. She constantly helps out and even does most of the teaching. She lets him lay under their shared desk in that yellow sleeping bag as she teaches. He tries so hard to not look up her skirt when she's standing there or sitting down. Sometimes he fails and he has to excuse himself to the bathroom. He doesn't realize that he's made his way back to the dorms. Stepping into the elevator he presses the button to his floor heart pounding they're both on the same floor and he doesn't understand why he feels this way. God he's horny as hell and can barely string two thoughts together unless they're about you.

Next thing he knows he's in front of your dorm heart throbbing and cock hard as hell. His hand reaches out and grabs the door knob. His mind telling him to stop. He can't do this. He can't just act however he wants, do whatever he wants, but that doesn't stop his hand from turning the knob. The door creaks open and he finds you laying there on your stomach blanket thrown across your thighs exposing most of your body. He moans at the sight of you. Only in a large t-shirt and a pair of pretty black panties that hug your ass perfectly. Closing your door he steps forward again and again his legs don't stop until it's the bed itself that's blocking his way. Looking at your face he gently pushes some of the hair out of your face cupping your cheek he watches as you moan at the action leaning into his hand. He groans. Sitting down on the edge of your bed he begins to gently play your hair. Hand moving lower and lower pinching your ass which causes you to jump a little in your sleep and he does it again, pinching your under cheek and again at your thigh. All the while he kisses at your face he feels you stir as your eyes open instantly coming face to face with Aizawa gently rolling over to face him you ask

"Mhm what's what's happening?"you mumble looking up at him gasping as you register that you're not alone and Aizawa was just kissing/groping you

"I didn't think you'd be awake yet" he says leaning in and he kisses you passionately pushing you onto your back one hand propping him up as the other slides under your shirt to play with the chub of your stomach. You begin to realize what's happening and you push him off you

"What's gotten into you" you ask looking at him almost concerned. Don't get it wrong you're extremely attracted to him and would love to be in a relationship with him but he seems off. When you pushed him off you could feel his heart beating fast, face flushed almost feverish, and his breathing is uneven.

"Fuck. I inhaled some pink dust and then all I could do was think about you. I mean literally. All my thoughts were jumbled and I felt like I couldn't even start a sentence but when it came to you Jesus I could do an entire book report. I don't even remember making it to the dorms. I remember getting in the elevator and arriving at my floor and then I ended up here where you are and I couldn't stop myself. I can't stop myself." He says leaning in again and you gently curve your head so he kisses your cheek instead.

"Aizawa please. You've clearly been affected by some quirk you can't do this. I can't do this. I mean you will most likely regret this in the morning and I can't live with that. I can't give you my virginity knowing you're probably not going to remember this in the morning." You say pulling away gently holding his hand close and you watch as he gets teary eyed, almost like a child when you tell them no more candy

"No, please baby can't you see. My mind is so foggy the only thing that's clear is how I feel about you and you make me feel" He says squeezing your hands as the tears continue to flow

"I could've gone to any other teachers rooms on the way here or just in general. But I made my way back, back to you. I want to be with you. I always have. But how was I supposed to tell you. I'm just some old perv that looks up your skirt when you're not looking. You deserve someone better. But I just couldn't stop myself." He says and there's a blush on your face as you listen to his confession

"I understand if you want to press charges. I've heard that they're have been similar cases so I'm-" before he can finish his sentence you lean in kissing him.

"Maybe that pink dust is beginning to affect me" you say jokingly expecting him to dismiss what you said but you watch as he sighs heavily and looks away before saying

"It's possible I'm sorry it got all in my face and I'm sure under my fingernails" he looks down ashamed and you have to admit you're shocked at that. It's possible that you can be affected too? That's scary! But Aizawa was dealing with this first looking at him you notice his face

"What's the matter?" I ask feeling as my heart beat quickens, my breath becomes uneven and your panties practically flood with excitement. Mhm Jesus if this how he feels no wonder he slipped into your room

"I feel like I did this to you. I mean you were fine before" he says looking away but at this point you shimmy your way into his lap desperate for his touch. Needy for his love. Hungry for his lips. Hoping to ease his mind with your own confession

"I understand why you could feel that way. But don't. I want to be with you in every sense on the way. I want your hands on me. I want your lips. I want everything your willing to give me and so much more" You say with a smile cupping his face leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips before pulling away and doubling over in pain clutching your stomach before mumbling out

"It hurts" you say with another pained groan but Aizawa is quick to catch you lay you back against your pillows thighs rubbing together as you grip at his shirt

"Yeah I know love it's gonna hurt till the person you love touches you basically" he says

"Mhm then why are you waiting? Touch me zawa" you say pleading with him and he groans at that comment leaning in kissing you harshly.

"Fuck your gonna be the death of me you know that?" You says slotting between your legs slipping one hand under your shirt and trailing it up your sternum until he gropes at your right breast pushing his hips against yours grinding against your clothes cunt

"Mhm you feel that kitten? That's what you do to me. How you make me feel." He says against your ear. A blush spreading across your face and to your ears.

"Please don't talk like that" you say shyly holding your face only for him to pry your hands away looking at you with hooded and lust filled eyes as he laughs

"What's the matter baby you don't like dirty talk?" He asks with a cheeky smirk. He smiles at the way you react

"God I'm never going to get over the fact that you're a virgin. My pretty little obsession, all innocent and precious. My god I'm in love with you." He says pulling your panties down seeing the damp spot on them smirking

"I'm not innocent just inexperienced okay? Theres a difference" you say shyly feeling his lips kiss your neck and suck bruises into your jugular.

"How about we change that? Yeah?" He asks and you feel as his right hand starts to move down instead and slides to your exposed pussy gently cupping you. He's kissing you passionately as his fingers play with your clit. He can feel you gasp into his kiss, gripping at his wrist trying to stop him from the immense pleasure your feeling.

"What's the matter you want me to stop?"

"No don't! The feeling is just scary. It never feels like this when I do it" you say shyly admitting that you touch yourself

"Oh yeah what do you think about?"

"You, I think of you zawa" you admit shyly gasping as you feel his middle finger insert grasping at his chest

"What's the matter baby?" He asks almost condescending

"Your finger is so big *gasp* bigger than mine and feel so fucking good" you moan as you grip at his chest hopelessly. He smashes his lips against yours as his finger curls up against that spongy spot inside you before slipping his ring finger inside as well performing the same action again. You can feel the sting of the stretch god it hurts so good, feeling as a tear drop slips down your eye he pulls away

"Awe baby what's the matter?" He asks licking your tear away

"I never thought I'd be doing this with you" you say as more tears begin to fall down your face. You can't tell if it's the dust in your system or just the repressed feelings finally coming up.

"Pretty sure it's me that should be me crying. I'm the one that broke in and confessed and you're still letting me touch you hell look at you." He says kissing you again but you notice that his own eyes are getting misty you giggle at that but the moment is short lived as he thrusts his fingers in particularly harsh curling his fingers as his thumb rubs at your clit

"Now just sit back and relax. I'm gonna have my virgin baby cum on my fingers." He says nonchalantly fingers not letting up as they curl and rub roughly at your g-spot. Thighs shaking at the sensation head thrown back, he begins sucking more hickies into your skin.

"I'm gonna-" you can't finish your sentence as your mouth drops open in a silent scream as you cream all over his fingers. Breathing heavily as your chest rises and falls, legs falling open as you try to steady your breathing. He kisses you passionately only pulling away to pull his T-shirt up and throws it to somewhere as he does the same thing with his pants and boxers leaving you both naked. As he slots himself between your thighs you feel as he slips his cock between your folds tip nudging at your clit and then snagging at your hole before repeating the action.

"*Gasping* please shouta just do it. I'm ready please." All your begging seems to be affecting him as you feel his tip prod at your hole. Grasping at the sheets from the pain as he pushes inside only half way before he stops. Your breathing is uneven and your pussy clenches painfully around him. He looks down realizing that you're bleeding he groans

"Cmon love take a breather. Focus on your breathing I won't move until you want me to." He says gently as his thumb rubs against your clit but you can feel his own hips twitch as he attempts to stop himself from thrusting in completely

"I'm sorry*sob* I can only imagine how you're feeling but you can't even move*sob*" and he laughs at that causing him to move which makes you wince slightly

"Sure it sucks a little I can't move. But fuck I'm inside you baby. I've got my thumb rubbing your clit. I'm taking your fucking virginity. I'm fucking great baby" he says kissing you. Feeling as your hips move slightly bucking up against his he laughs

"What a needy little thing you are huh?" He says laughing slightly as he pushes more into you and you tremble around him thighs shaking at the feeling of him filling you up. God your so fucking full. You exhale shakily

"You're so big" you gasp out gently and you watch as he smiles to himself proudly. The disheveled look on your face, the way your eyes are teary, red and swollen lips from all the kissing and lip biting, the hickies that scatter across your body, pretty nipples that perk up with the cold air of the night, stomach trembling and thighs clenching around his hips God his ego was through the fucking roof at the moment. The woman he's truly been obsessed with is underneath him, bleeding for him as he takes your virginity. Hips moving at a steady pace as his thumb rubs your clit. He can feel as you begin to tighten up again and he smirks

"Yeah you gonna cum in my cock baby? I can feel you squeezing me so good. Cum baby. Cum do it for me." He says leaning over lifting your hips to adjust the angel so he's rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust perfectly.

"I'm-im gonna cum please don't stop *gasp* kiss me please" you ask slightly and he happily obliges leaning down lifting your hips even more placing you in a matting press as he smashes his lips against yours, tongue slipping into your mouth as you scratch at his back feeling as you slightly draw blood, hearing him grown at the pain but that doesn't stop you from roughly gripping his shoulders. You can feel his skin under your finger nails as he pushes you to cum. Cumming around his cock with a strangled moan that's just swallowed up by him as he continues to fuck you chasing his own orgasm now. Once he does cum he pulls away kissing your face as he completely pulls out much to your dismay. But you watch as he gets up and slips his boxers back on him clearly seeing your dismay he kisses you again

"I gotta get you cleaned up love. Plus I'm sure you're thirsty" he says pressing another kiss to your temple before leaving while gone you gently crawl to the end of the bed and reach over grabbing at the shirt Aizawa tossed away earlier slipping it on happily as you lay back against the pillows waiting for him to come back. A part of you is telling you that he isn't coming back but that's ridiculous he literally didn't even grab his pants so you just lay there until your door knob turns and he pushes the door open slipping inside and you notice he has a wet wash cloth, two bottles of water,3 protein bars and some new sheets. You look at him happily

"I wasn't sure what protein bar you actually wanted so I just grabbed both for you and figured you could just choose." He says finally looking up and he realizes that you're wearing his shirt

"God you're gonna domesticate the fuck out of me if you keep pulling shit like this" he says walking over to you putting the water bottles and protein bars on the bed side table as he takes his place next to you spreading your legs and cleaning you off. You gently wince once he gets closer to your abused pussy, he murmurs out a quick sorry before continuing. You watch his smile as he goes

"Alrighty love I'mma pick you up and sit you on the chair so I can change your sheets ok?" And you happily nod as you lift your arms and he grabs you putting you in the said chair watching as he places the pillows on the desk and pulls the sheets off the bed tossing them to a corner of the room making a comment that he'll wash them in the morning. Placing the new sheets on the bed, putting the pillows back to their rightful spot on the bed he grabs you and lays you down on the bed as well giggling at how it makes you feel to be moved around like you weigh nothing. He slips into bed as you place your head on his chest listening to his steady heart beat closing your eyes as you feel his hand draw small circles into your back gently lulling you to sleep and your own steady breathing put Aizawa out almost instantly

[ahsxual]

Dark Sins III

Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader and Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Summary: Stu has returned from his trip with his friends and now you have to pretend that you didn't spend that time while Stu was away with his father. How much longer can you keep this secret from your boyfriend?

Genre: Smut

Warnings: minors don't interact +18, cheating, guilt, soft & mean William, jealousy, possessive!William, spanking, fingering, oral sex (m receaving), cursing, age gap (reader is on her 20s), daddy kink, married William, love triangle, mentions of sex w/ both men (separately), p in v (no protection)

Word Count: 3,1k

Part I & Part II

While Stu spent the week away with his friends, you couldn't resist William's invitation when he suggested you to go to his house to sleep with him. His wife was also away for work, which made it easier for you to be alone and do whatever you wanted. Because of this, you had to lie to your parents so you could sneak into William's fancy car and visit places you'd never seen before.

You and William would fuck everywhere, whether it was in his car, in his bedroom, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the shower, in his office... whenever and wherever. At the end of the day, you would sleep against his bare chest, feeling his warmth and strong arms hugging and pulling you against him in a firm grip. His thin lips would gently kiss your neck before his tongue tasted your soft skin, your natural scent mixed with your perfume making his cock hard with lust. He would let his big hands explore every inch of your body at a slow pace, leaving your skin hot with goosebumps from his touches before grabbing your ass and tits hard in a possessive way.

"You are mine now." he would whisper into your ear in a low, raspy voice everytime you fucked or before you fell asleep against each other's naked bodies. You felt guilty to admit that the week Stu and his mother were away, allowing you to visit William at his work or be with him at home without fear being caught, was one of the best weeks of your life.

"What's in your pretty mind, sweetie?" William asked as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, listening to you carefully and curiously. You were both laying naked on his bed while studying each other's eyes, something that always made your heart melt. You and William enjoyed to stay like this after having sex since it's always pretty intense for both of you. Now, you're ready to enjoy your last sleep together, since Stu was returning home the next day. You absolutely loved how caring William was with you this past week, a side that was unknown to you... even though he was rough the first time he fucked you in his bathroom, which made you develop real feelings for him over time.

"I'm just... gonna miss you. Miss these special moments with you." your voice was weak and trembled a bit, a single warm tear falling from your eye. William cleaned your tear with his thumb and smiled, proud to see you craving him and missing him this much already, just like he planned from the beginning.

"Shh don't cry, bunny. You know you can always come to my office when you're feeling... needy for your daddy." he then kissed your neck with passion, licking and biting your weak spots that he already knew so well, making you run your hands through his hair and close your eyes to enjoy his addictive touch.

"I know, but... it won't be the same. Not when Stu comes back to me." William abruptly stopped trying to seduce you, looking you sternly in the eye when you mentioned his son's name. You just looked at him cautiously before gulping hard, as you suddenly felt your throat go dry from his threatening stare.

"You're still gonna date my son, huh? After everything we did together?" it felt like he was accusing you and making you feel bad for not ending your relationship with Stu, even though he was the one who started all this. You knew what you were doing was a horrible thing to do to your boyfriend, yet you couldn't just let him go. You still loved Stu dearly and you didn't want things to end without a good reason, since you would never tell him the truth. You realized William wanted to make you only his, hating the fact that you could be with another man other than him, and that made you wonder whether it was because he was developing feelings for you too or because he just wanted to own you... You just prayed the first option was the reality you were living in.

"Don't make me feel more guilty..." you frowned while you sat up, trying to shake off the guilt you felt and had tried to avoid for so long. William just looked at you with a furious expression, making you feel sick to your stomach. You hated seeing him mad... he had the ability to act like the sweetest man, before snapping and become the man you fear the most.

"Guilt... that's how you really feel about me. About us." he wasn't asking anymore, which scared you since he could snap any second now.

"Please William... you know I still love St-" before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly grabbed your neck with force, but not enough to make you gasp for air like the first time. You then realized he wanted to control you, not to hurt you badly. You could hear him breathing deeply, trying to control his anger so as not to scare you away.

"Don't you ever say that to my face again, you understand that?" he almost spat in your face with every word, his voice filled with anger. "Apologize to me. Now." he was growling at this point, demanding an honest apology from you. You felt his grip on your neck getting tighter, so you didn't want to upset him any further.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy! It won't happen again. I promise!" he slowly lost his grip on your neck, before a smirk returned to his face.

"That's my good girl..." he praised you before he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. "but now I have to teach you good manners and you have to be punished for what you said to me. You understand that, right bunny?" his voice was strangely calm, yet his intentions were nowhere near as undisturbed as his tone seemed to be. You simply nodded, not wanting to upset him again.

That night, William made sure you knew very well who you belonged to. He spanked you hard several times and demanded you to say that you were only his and you were sorry for what you had said, making you cry and forget about Stu by the immense pleasure he gave you that night... like any other night with him. After each harsh spank on your ass, he caressed softly your red ass cheeks with his big hands, admiring his work and marks on you. When he decided to end his punishment treatment, he fingered you hard while you were lying down on his lap. His other hand grabbed your hair harshly, making you feel overstimulated and cum twice in less than ten minutes. Once again, you felt like you were in heaven from feeling William's long fingers inside your drenched and needy cunt. You felt how hard he was against your thigh, before he made you suck and gag on his big cock while you were on your knees on the rigid floor, yet you didn't mind it at all. After a while, he came hard in your mouth as he moaned loudly, making you swallow every single drop of his bitter cum and make you thank him for it like a good girl.

You realized he wouldn't fuck you properly because you hurt his pride (maybe his heart too), when you admitted that you couldn't stop loving his son. He felt like he needed to work much harder to make you fall completely in love with him and no one else, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

"What do you say, now?" he asked with authority, his serious gaze fixed on you as he waited for the magic words he always made you say after allowing you to cum.

"Thank you for letting me cum, daddy. I was being a bad girl and deserved to be punished... I'll behave and be a good girl for you." you answered in a submissive way, the one he loved the most.

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." he smiled widely, yet his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You nodded, before tucking yourself into his bed which you both had already gotten used to sharing. That night, he held you tighter than usual while his face was buried in your neck, not allowing you to move an inch away from him. You knew William was right: tomorrow will definitely be a long day.

The next day you woke up feeling an uncomfortable light in your eyes, the bright and warm sun already streaming in through the window. You rolled over and tried to reach for William like any other morning you'd spent with him, but he wasn't there. You just felt emptiness in the cold sheets and that made your heart break a little. Then you thought about last night and how you probably hurt his pride by admitting that you loved Stu even after all you did with him. It was one of his ways to punish you and make you miss him, since he perfectly knows how much you crave his presence in the mornings and need him to wake up by your side. You tiredly sat on the edge of William's bed and checked your phone, only to see a few messages from Stu.

"Hey babe! I hope my babygirl slept well. I'm coming home in an hour or so. Can't wait to see that pretty face again😘"

You smiled broadly at your boyfriend's sweet message, before realizing that he had sent that message 40 minutes ago. Your heart suddenly started pounding in your chest from fear, because that meant Stu would be home in 20 minutes and you were still naked in William's bed with your underwear and clothes all over his bedroom floor. You immediately got up and took the quickest shower of your life, before putting on your used clothes. You smelled them for a second and felt relieved that they still smelled great with your favorite perfume. Suddenly, you heard someone enter the house and instantly recognized Stu's voice greeting his father. William is downstairs... it's probably his day off and that asshole didn't tell me, you thought to yourself. You quickly looked around to make sure you had everything before running to Stu's bedroom, ready to "surprise him" since he had no idea you were in his house... and also, because you had no way of leaving without him seeing you. You quickly fixed your hair to look good when you heard Stu's door open.

"W-what the..." Stu frowned for a second, feeling confused, before a big smile appeared on his handsome face. "What the hell is the sexiest girl on the planet doing in my bed?! I love it when my wishes come true, man!" Stu said in a excited tone, before jumping on top of you to kiss you all over your face and neck, making you laugh joyfully. Oh, how you missed his unique energy and his contagious smile... For a second, you tried to forget about William and enjoy Stu's company as he deserved. Like the good old days. You knew this was wrong in so many ways, but you were already too buried in this mess and this sort of "love triangle". It can't be that bad if you give the same amount of love and attention to the two men you love, right? Absolutely not. It's still completely wrong.

"Babe, you're tickling me!" you giggled loudly, trying to push Stu away to get some air. Perhaps William's plan to make you upset and miss him when you woke alone that morning failed at this moment, since all your attention was on your official boyfriend right now.

"Can't help it, I just missed my girl way too much!" Stu admitted before kissing you passionately. You felt him getting hard against your thigh and as you knew William was downstairs and could hear you at any moment, you decided it was best to distract Stu from fucking you right then and there, before things could go wrong.

"I missed you too so much, love. How was your week?" your strategy seemed to work, since Stu was easily distracted by your question and began to recount some of the funny moments he'd had while he was away. Besides, you were genuinely curious to know how Stu had spent the week with his friends and whether he had enjoyed it. All you wanted was to see him happy, especially after the secret you've been hiding from him. He then told you all the funny and risky things he'd done, like any other teenage guy, making you laugh with him and have a fun time with your younger lover.

"By the way, how did you get into my house?" his curious question made your heart race, your throat suddenly becoming extremely dry and your head to feel dizzy.

"I uh... wanted to surprise you. Your... dad opened the door and let me in." you gave him the best smile you could manage, hoping he would believe you.

"Oh, right. It must have been awkward tho, knowing my dad he probably scared you a bit." Stu laughed his goofy laugh and you laughed awkwardly at his comment.

"Yeah..." you simply replied with a chuckle, swallowing the little amount of saliva you had left so that your throat wouldn't feel so dry.

"Speaking of him, how did the part-time thing you asked me about go? Did he get you a shitty job or one that pays you just enough to afford movie tickets every day? With popcorn and soda included, obviously." he asked curiously, while laughing at his joke.

"Yeah, about that... I wasn't really interested in any options he gave me, so I've given up on that idea for now." finally, you felt relieved for being honest for once and not having to think about a lie.

"Oh man, that's awesome! For a moment I thought you were gonna get a job and wouldn't have time for me." he grinned, before he enthusiastically slapped your slightly sore ass, a small reminder of last night with his father. His teasing made you laugh, as you kissed him once more to ease the feeling of how much you actually missed him.

"You know what? I could ask my dad if you could stay the night with me." your eyes widened at his suggestion, but you couldn't help feeling excited about spending more time with your boyfriend. The only problem was... you'd be surrounded by the two men who secretly desire you deeply.

"That would be great!" you smiled widely at your handsome boyfriend, as you watched him disappear from your sight to ask his father's permission.

Having lunch with those two men was a real challenge for you. You could feel the tension between all of you, noticing how William was grumpy towards you and his son. Stu didn't let his father's bad humor get to him, probably because he was so used to it. Your boyfriend was the only one making conversation while the three of you ate lunch and you noticed from time to time William's eyes burn into yours, making it difficult for you to even drink water properly. You were so glad that Stu was an energetic person and enjoyed to hold a conversation.

The rest of the evening, you spent your time watching horror movies with Stu while eating popcorn and candy. You were really enjoying that moment, missing the old routine you and Stu had when you both met and started dating. You knew how much Stu loved horror movies, so his happiness was your happiness. When the killing scene appeared on screen, you felt Stu's hands gripping firmly your thigh in desire. You looked at his pajama pants out of the corner of your eye and as you expected it, he was fully hard. You smiled to yourself and slowly ran your hands over his pajama bottoms, rubbing his cock in a firm grip, causing him to moan deseperately.

"Fuck babe, I haven't cum once this week. You have no idea how much I wanna destroy you right now..." Stu looked intensely at you as his breathing became heavy, his pupils dilated with lust so much that you could barely see his gorgeous blue color in his eyes. His words immediately triggered a reaction in your clit, already missing his dick inside you. In one swift movement, you sat on his lap and started making out with him, your tongues and lips fully covered in your saliva from the sloppy, yet passionate kiss you shared. You moaned loudly when you felt him pull your top up, revealing your tits as his lips sucked on your hard nipples while he forced you to rub against his erection.

"You missed my dick inside you, didn't you baby? Show me how much you missed me." his voice was incredibly sexy right now and you couldn't hold it anymore. You undressed yourself completely before helping Stu undress, leaving him with only his boxers and pajama pants around his ankles. Finally, you grabbed his long, erected dick and lined it up with your soaked pussy, ready to take him. When he penetrated you, you both moaned simultaneously and he barely gave you time to adjust to his size. He immediately started pounding into you from underneath, before helping you ride him while grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you up and down.

"That's my girl, always ready to take me so well. Fuck, I really missed this wet pussy..." he admitted before laying you down on the bed. Then he changed to a position called "mating press", making you see stars and moan loudly as his cock started pounding into you at a fast pace, one that only a man with Stu's stamina would be able to do.

"Fuck Stu, I'm gonna cum!!" you moaned like a porn star as his dick constantly touched your g-stop until you came hard.

"That's it, babygirl... you're so fucking hot when you cum for me." Stu came deep inside you right after, trying to catch his breath before cuddling with you until you felt ready for a second round.

There was no way William didn't hear you and Stu fucking like needy and horny teenagers... you're gonna be in so much trouble.