#what his looking ass 'did i leave the microwave on' face

[grapecaseschoices]

out here looking this fine and FOR WHAT

[miniwheat77]

Wet. (Bratty!Reader x Brat Tamer!Price.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v sex, spanking, MINORS DNI! (Sorry if I missed any.)

It started during a mission that you hadn’t come along for. You weren’t feeling good and you were a risk so John told you to stay back.

During this mission, he heard his men talking about you. He heard Soap first.

“Yeah, she’s a mouthy little shit I tell ya.” He hears Soap laugh. They’re trekking through dense forest together, they have been for miles. “She can be. Especially when she first wakes up.” He hears another soldier laughs. “Someone needs to tame her, she chewed me out the other day for letting the coffee pot go off. Little brat fuckin freaked out because she had to microwave it.” He laughs. “She didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day over it.” He hears his men laugh, not being able to help himself as he smiles. You really could be a brat but you were an important part of their team.

He recalls a few times he’s heard you complain but it hadn’t been that bad.

But that leads him to now. You were on his nerves all of the time.

You complained about everything, always threw a fit about what jobs he gave you, tried to pawn them off on everyone else and he was getting sick of it.

He could hear your hurried footsteps coming to his office, knowing exactly what was coming next. “Hey Captain.” You smile. “Oh god. What do you want?” He asks. You narrow your eyes. “Rude. I was just going to ask if it’d be okay if I traded watch with Soap.” You ask. “Did you ask him?” He asks. You shake your head. “Not yet.” He laughs. “You know he’s going to say no Y/N.”

You sigh. “Just.. make him trade with me just this once please?” You whine. “Why?” He asks. “Because I wanted to get a moment of peace before I had to go trade with him.” You sigh. He shakes his head, “have a seat Y/N.” He breathes. You sigh, sitting down with a huff. “I don’t know how on earth someone could be in the military and be as whiny as you, but you’ve really taken me by surprise.” He raises his eyebrows, smiling. He can see he’s already getting under your skin. “I’m not whiny.” You grit your teeth. “Yes you are. You’re always complaining about your chores, complaining about your missions, complaining about the food, about the coffee, about your sheets. I mean really, for someone in the military you’re ridiculous.” You narrow your eyes at him. “I think it’s time I teach you a lesson hm?” He smiles. “Stand up.” He nods. You hesitate for a second, but can see how serious he is. You stand up, crossing your arms. “Stand straight up, don’t cross your arms.” He laughs, shaking his head. You sigh, standing up straight and letting your hands fall to your sides. “Now get on your knees.” You look at him in confusion. “Excuse me?” You stutter. “You heard me. Get on your knees.” He breathes. You hesitate for a second, swallowing hard as you slide down onto your knees. He stands up, making his way around his desk. “Turn toward me.” He breathes, crossing his own arms.

“I need you to understand something, darling.” He smiles. He lifts your chin, forcing you to look at him. He crouches down, his face only a few centimeters from yours. “You listen to me. You obey me. Do you understand? I tell you to do a chore, you do it. I tell you to jump, the only question you need to ask, is how high. Do you understand me?” He seethes. You nod your head, closing your eyes tightly. “Stand up.” He growls, grasping a handful of your hair and forcing you over his desk, a gasp leaving your lips. “I- wait! I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” You breathe. “I know you won’t do it again. Because I’m going to punish you.” He breathes. He reaches around your front, hearing you gasp as he unbuckles your belt, tugging your pants completely off, leaving you exposed. “I’m sorry.” You whimper. “You will be.” He breathes. You can feel him pressing into your backside, your body going rigid as you feel his bulge pressing into your ass.

What was he going to do?

“Count for me.” He breathes. You nod your head.

His hand clapping against your ass has you jumping forward. A gasp leaving your lips. “I said count.” He breathes. “O-one!” You breathe. “Captain please, I’m sorry.” You pant. Your knuckles are turning white as you clutch his desk. Your body lurches forward as his hand meets your ass again. “Two- ah!” You whine. He’s relentless, his hits are hard and you know you’re going to be sore for days. When you yelp out a “Ten!” You feel his large hands massaging your backside. Tears are streaming down your face. You feel awful and exposed to him. He leans over you, his entire front pressed up again your backside. “I tell you run, you ask how far. Do you understand me?” He seethes. You nod your head, but it’s not enough. Another slap to your ass and you’re crying out. “Yes s-sir! Yes Captain Price!” You cry. “That’s right. Now go wipe your face and trade for watch.” He steps back.

You’re shaking slightly as you step back. “Can.. can I put my pants back on?” You ask. A smile warms his face. “That’s a good girl. Much better.” He crosses his arms. “Yes you may.” He nods. You hurry to pick them up, hurrying even more to put them on. You rush out of his office without another glance.

Running straight into Soap. “Woah! You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughs. You smile nervously, trying to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks. “Uh.. no. Just going to trade watch.”

“I thought about it, if you really want to swap watch, I’ll trade with you.” He smiles. Your eyes widen when you hear those familiar footsteps behind you. “Uh.. no. That’s not necessary, I can handle it. See you later.” You shove passed him, hurrying away. He lets out a deep chuckle as you round the corner. “Seemed to work pretty good eh Cap?” Soap smirks at his Captain.

“Yeah, we’ll just have to see for how long.” He chuckles.

You hurry up to the watch tower, seeing Gaz sitting there patiently. “Hey Y/N.” He smiles. “Uh.. hi. You’re good to go.” You mumble. “Wow? With five minutes to spare? What’s gotten into you?” He laughs, standing up. “Just.. ready to get this over with.” You mumble. He nods his head. After saying goodnight, he disappears. You sit down without thinking about it, standing up quickly with a hiss. How dare he put his hands on you like that? Who does he think he is?

Every time you watch the cameras, you get lost in a daze. You can’t shake the way he made you feel. The way his hands felt, the way your skin crawled, and when he had you get on your knees? What the hell was that?

You can’t help it as you adjust in your seat uncomfortably. What the hell was going on?

—

You don’t know what’s gotten into you.

But the feeling of his hands on you, it’s addicting almost. The hits sting for a second but as your skin goes numb, it sends buzzing right up your spine and into your brain. Down your spine and into your core. You can’t help it. “Y/N. Aren’t you supposed to be on watch?” Captain Price asks. You look at him for a little too long before replying, which pisses him off right away. “No, I asked Soap if he’d trade.” Captain Price rolls his eyes. “What did I say about that?”

“He agreed to it.” You shrug. “Y/N. Don’t make me punish you again.” He breathes. You stare at him, emotionless.

You roll your eyes, turning away from him. As you go to take a step away from him, he’s grasping your shirt. “My office. Now.” He growls. You feel excitement flooding through you, knowing what’s about to come next.

It takes a few spankings before he finally clues into what’s going on.

You’re face down on his desk, you’re whining out a “fifteen!” It’s the fourth time this week.

“The fuck has gotten into you huh? You’re only a good girl for all of a couple days after this and than you’re right back to it. Will your ever learn?” He growls, tugging your hair back, you’re forcing back a moan. “Fuck you.” You growl. Another hit, and it’s when he notices it. The slight wiggle of your hips, squirming. His eyes are glancing down, noticing your arousal that’s slipping down your legs. His eyes are going wide.

Everything makes sense when he finally puts it all together.

A deep chuckle leaves his lips, and you know you’re caught.

“You filthy, filthy girl.” He breathes. “No wonder you’ve been such a bad girl lately.” His fingertips running up your thigh, gathering up the arousal that’s seeped out of your sweet pussy. “You fucking like when I spank you.” He seems completely shocked. “Acting like a bad girl on purpose. Getting under my skin. You’re fucking soaked, dripping down your legs for me.” He shakes his head. “This was supposed to be humiliating. Embarrassing enough to get you back to normal. Treating you like you’re a child.” He laughs, shaking his head.

“You’ll be a good girl, I’ll make sure of it.” A mewl leaves your lips when he spanks you again. You can hear rustling but you don’t know what’s going on, not until you feel his tip pressing at your entrance. A gasp leaves your lips when he pushes inside of you, filling you up to the hilt. He tugs on your hair with one hand, wrapping his other around your thigh, rubbing your clit. You cry out, moving your hips back into him. “If you like it so much, why didn’t you just say that, hm?” He chuckles. “Didn’t have to disobey me and piss me off.”

You turn to look at him, your eyes dark and full of lust. “You hit harder when you’re mad.” You breathe. He lets out a laugh, pure shock. He’s taken so off guard by you. “Yeah? You’re a bad fucking girl.” He shakes his head. He clutches your hips, pushing them into the desk until it’s digging into your hips. Hammering his hips into yours. He’s being rough. And it’s perfect. It’s just what you need.

Your legs are weak and shaky, and you’re soaking him. Barely able to hold yourself up.

“You’re a pathetic thing when you’re all worked up and horny.” He smiles. “So fucking wet for me.”

“I’ll be good.” You look back at him, whining out. “I promise I’ll be good, please.” You clench your eyes closed, holding onto his desk. “Please what? Use your words darling.” He breathes. “Please make me cum. Please let me cum Captain Price, I promise I’ll be good.” Your sudden change in tone has him smirking. “That’s the good girl I’m looking for.” He laughs tauntingly. “Look at you, doing so good. And all it took was fucking that attitude right out of you.” You whine out. John can see your arousal building at the base of his cock, and he needs to step back and really pay attention to what’s going on. He didn’t imagine this, not ever. You’re pretty and bratty. Quite a bit younger than him. He figured you’d start going after some of the younger men on base.

He grits his teeth hard when you clench tighter around him, getting closer and closer to your high.

He’s thought wrong, because here you are, bent over his desk. Crying and begging for more of him, begging him to make you cum. He’s tamed the brat inside of you. All it took was his cock.

He reaches around you, wrapping one of his hands around your throat and forcing you up. Your back pressed into him. “You wanna cum?” He breathes. You nod your head, but know it’s not enough, crying out as he starts rubbing your sensitive nub. “Yes Captain. I want to cum so bad, please please please.” You grasp his wrist, holding your hips steady. “You better let this entire base know. I want you to cry for me, I want them to hear what I do to brats on base. You understand?”

“Y-yes sir.” You whine. “Cum for me.” He growls into your ear.

The build of the climax is right there, the coil that’s wound up tight in your stomach from him stimulating you, snaps completely when he says those three words, his deep, scratchy voice is all it takes.

You’re sobbing when you finally cum. Hands gripping his desk, whining out and crying pathetically as he fucks you through your orgasm, your body is shaking and you’ve got tears streaming from your eyes. He grits his teeth. “Turn around.” He breathes. Sliding out of you with a groan. You obey him immediately. “Knees.” He breathes.

He smiles when you drop to them immediately, completely ready for anything you’re about to give him. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out.”

You obey him, dark, watery eyes looking up at him. You’re still breathing hard. The tear stains on your face is reeling him in, pushing him right up to the edge as he pumps his cock quickly with his hand. He groans out, hips jerking forward as he reaches his high. You flinch when you feel the thick ropes of his cum coating your tongue and lips. You stay completely still, sensitive nub throbbing at the sight of your Captain in his fucked out state. He takes a deep breath, smiling. Looking down at you.

“Swallow it.” He crosses his arms. He watches you retract your tongue between your lips, swallowing down his cum. Using your thumb to brush the remnants from your lips and sucking it clean. He bites his lip. Using his own thumb to brush some of his filth from your cheek. “Up.” He breathes. He pushes you back into his desk, lifting you up and setting you on it. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you suck it clean, pushing your hips up to the edge of his desk. “Awe.. you want more already?” He chuckles. You nod your head. “I’ll give you more. When you’ve earned it.” He smirks. He uses a tissue from his desk to wipe your face. He buttons his jeans but his belt still hangs unbuckled around his waist and he pushes himself between your legs.

“Quit being a brat. I’ll fuck it out of you if you just come find me.” He chuckles. You nod your head, blush rising to your cheeks. He lifts your chin to look at him. “There’s my good girl.” He smiles. Leaning into you, pressing his lips into yours for the first time. You melt into him, kissing him back desperately.

He can tell you didn’t have too much experience, but he was going to show you everything.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, Captain Price.” You blush, looking up at him.

[tteokbin]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ [bunny] - 수빈.

☆ -> sub!soobin (ot5) x dom!reader

content -> ot5 x reader, reader is the 6th member of txt, fluff..the most fluff i’ve ever written and i’m doing it for the sake of plot !1!, uhh stuffie humping (?), spitting in mouth, degradation, choking (cause its not a cherriescheol fic without choking), mxm, cumming inside anddd uhh idk 🤔 that’s it i think

note -> okay soz this will be a series of all the members, i’m gonna make a masterlist for it when i finish all of them probably. i’m scared on how this will do or if people will even enjoy it but ik there’s people dying for more sub!txt content and i am here to provide 😼 ngl i also forgot who rooms with who and if soobin was the only one with a singular room so i just went off what i’ve heard recently. also soobin is blonde in this because i will never get over blonde soobin i miss him v much.

pt 2 of my ot5 poly txt au

It’s around 10:30 at night when you and the boys get home from a long day of non stop practice, clumsily taking off their shoes, slipping into house slippers and hanging their jackets. beomgyu clings to your waist as you both waddle towards the kitchen.

You turn to him once there and cup his face with both hands, taking note of the scattered fading blemishes he had on his cheeks. beomgyu let’s his long lashes flutter against his cheekbones as he enjoyed the warmth of your palms. “did you drink enough water today, puppy?” you ask as you brush his bangs out of his eyes, noting that his hair grew longer since he last cut it.

He hums and just purs into your hands instead of answering and his reluctance to respond to you properly gives you your answer. you pull away from his embrace despite his whine and pour him a glass of water with ice. “drink this and go take care of your skin, okay? And make sure you don’t go to sleep in the clothes you’ve been in all day.”

You watch him nod with a pout then pucker his lips out for a kiss. you roll your eyes but give him a chaste kiss anyway. he giggles into your lips and moves to deepen it but you pluck yourself away before he can try. “c‘mon pup your gonna be tired in the morning if you don’t go now.”

turning him around you usher him out the kitchen with the glass in hand and towards his bedroom while he huffs out small ‘okay, okay’s and pads off to his room. just as he leaves yeonjun comes in the kitchen to get a water bottle out the fridge before grinning fondly at the scene. he places his bottle on the counter before wrapping his arms around your neck and scattering wet kisses all over your face and stopping at your mouth.

“you did so good today Jagi. looked so sexy dancing. Just wanted you to take me right there..” yeonjun murmurs against your lips. he watches you smile and lean to knock your forehead with his before licking his nose.

he sputters and groans while you move to squeeze his ass with a laugh. “ Thank you pretty boy, i was watching you too and you did amazing,” you peck his plump lips and lock eyes with him, “As always.” Normally he’d agree with a smug ‘of course, i’m always amazing.’ but seeing the genuinely loving look glaze over your eyes has him looking away and blushing like a little boy.

“T-Thank you..” he stutters, all of a sudden feeling shy and hot. he looks over your shoulder at the time on the microwave and remembers how late it is. Yeonjun grabs his forgotten water bottle and pecks your lips again before uttering a dreamy goodnight and a reminder to visit the maknaes then heads off to bed.

You grab another water bottle from the fridge before heading off to their room, as well as grabbing a stray molang plushie off the couch. upon approaching the boys room you can tell their both already laying down with the lights off due to the quiet sounds of youtube videos through the crack of their door.

After delivering a knock you enter their room and see taehyun watching his phone while in bed, kai seemingly already asleep facing his mountain of plushies. you pad over to taehyun as he smiles at you over his phone, “hyung!” he quietly exclaims before dropping his phone and opening his arms wide for a hug. you chuckle while setting down the water bottle on the stand next to his bed and dropping the stuffed bunny on the floor.

Engulfing him in a hug, you press warm kisses in the sensitive crook of his neck. Taehyun squeaks and pulls you away to watch the amused curl of your lips. “how was your day today prince?” you unravel one arm from him to lay next to him and rub a thumb over his faint eyebags, “ my baby looks so tired.”

He places a hand over yours and presses into his cheek, closing his eyes prettily, much like beomgyu. “I’m okay, hyung. My day was tiring but i got through it like always.” he opens his big boba eyes to gaze at you with an adorable grin, corner of his eyes crinkling in fondness at your concern, “you don’t have to worry about me. plus, i did good today, right?”

He watches you expectantly, huge eyes anticipating the praise he craves from you so dearly. “Yes my prince, you did so good. My good boy.” you pur. Taehyun visibly vibrates at your words, brightly beaming at you with his adorable dimple poking out from his cheek. He lurches forward and connects your lips, kiss filled with joy and happy emotions.

taehyun presses against you and hooks a leg around your waist, pulling you on top of him to smother him into the bed. he moans happily into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to get as close as possible as if you were to let go. you prod at his soft lips with your tongue and he happily lets you. humming into his mouth as he sucks your appendage then proceeds to slot against your lips once more.

You press him further into the mattress, rolling your hips down into him as he whines into you. your about to grind into him once more when you hear a sleepy voice from across the room;“hyung?”

you part from taehyun at the sound, resisting the urge to destroy him when you see him laying beneath you with such a hazy ‘fuck me’ look strewn across his dazed features. mouth wet and slightly swollen and tank top disheveled enough to where a brown nipple peaks from the side. you reluctantly turn your head to the side and see kai rubbing his eye then gazing at you both from his bed, “Me too.. please?”

his pretty eyes almost hypnotize you towards him in the dark room, the light from taehyuns forgotten phone the only thing allowing you to see his dreamy features. “c’mere then.” you beckon him over from your position, both you and taehyun watching him hop out of bed and shuffle over towards the both of you.

Kai stands in front of the bed, playing with his own fingers and waits patiently as you look over him. he’s in his boxers and a old pokémon tee that’s stretched at the collar, showing a good part of his bare chest and collarbones. you sit up on your knees with taehyun still between your legs, reaching for kai’s neck and bringing his face to yours.

“lay next to me baby,” you whisper, letting him crawl over you and tyun before settling on the opposite side, both boys now sandwiching you on the bed. he faces you and slots your thigh between his while he stares at your lips with desperate eyes, so so cute and obvious about what he wants.

you giggle and lean forward, pressing your lips against his wet ones. you both sigh into the kiss, licking at each other as his squeaky moans muffle into your mouth. you bite his bottom lip, sucking his tongue when he opens his mouth to moan loudly in surprise.

Kai starts subconsciously grinding against your thigh, pulling away by an inch to pant hot breathes against your face. “ah.. hyung,” he pauses to whine, “please— touch me, p-please touch me hyung!” kai whimpers, humping your leg with more fever.

taehyun watches kai from beside you, squirming with his own need and whining quietly under his breath, he wants your attention on him too. tyun places a hand on your navel, trailing his hand lower until he’s hitting the waistband of your sleep shorts. A hand gropes at the half-hard bulge forming between your legs, fondling in slow up and down movements.

He pants at the thought of having it in his mouth. tight, hot mouth suckling on the delicious head, gagging and choking on your delicious cock while stuffing his throat full. big wonderful eyes glossing over with the need to bury it deep inside him. he moves to slide his hand inside your pants to finally fish out what he’s been craving when he feels a hand on his wrist.

Taehyun snaps his head up towards you, realizing that you’ve long stopped playing with kai— in return letting him hump the air with his tongue out like a mutt. “Uh-uh tyunnie. I didn’t say you could touch, now did i?” you tut, moving his hand away and sitting up between both boys. “ You boys are so dirty. Can’t just kiss without getting drunk for my cock, hm?”

Both of them move to sit up along with you but you push them back down and shake your head with a faux sympathetic look. “If both of you want to cum so bad why don’t you play with each other? hyung is busy.” you move to go off the bed, picking up the stuffed molang plushie and placing it between the both of them. Hyuka immediately starts grinding his hips into the poor plush, pressing it into taehyun by doing so.

“A-Ah, hyung! Don’t be mean.” he stutters out. hyuka clings to his body, steadily grinding his hips into the stuffed animal, the force of his thrusts pushing it into tyuns neglected hard on as well. kai’s heavy tongue licks into taehyuns neck, causing him to whine and squeeze his eyes shut from the pleasure. “h-hyunggg,” he mewls out of habit. though he’s long forgotten you left him as you slip out of his room, quietly closing the door.

At the entrance of soobins room you stand in the dark, the door is shut behind you but you make no move to leave your spot. across the room soobin lays in his bed with his headphones on and head practically sucked into his phone.

his legs slightly hang off the long edge of the bed, toes curling and uncurling in tandem with each other. your eyes trail a bit higher, landing on the very noticeable bulge twitching through his boxers. every once in a while his hips would jut up into the air, hopelessly seeking friction.

you smile to yourself at his eagerness, deciding to end his pitiful suffering. soobin nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels your hand cup him through his underwear— slamming his phone on the bed and ripping his headphones off.

“H-Hyung!” without the light of his phone you could only make out his wide doe eyes staring at you in surprise. you giggle and flick on his bedside lamp letting the light illuminate as much as it could. soobins flushed cheeks are more prominent this way, his cute ears practically dyed red and blonde hair messily unkept with strands sticking every direction.

You squeeze at his bulge, snapping him out of his surprised state and causing a cute whine to slip out his lips. “What are you watching that got you so worked up, bunny?” as soon as the pet name leaves your lips his hips twitch harshly upwards. your teasing grin widens at the action, groping him tighter and leaning down to lick a stripe up his neck.

“aah, y-yeonjunie hyung sent me a video of him playing with—“ he cuts himself off with a gasp when you suck on a particularly sensitive part of his neck, “ah! ah! his toys!! playing with his toys—!” soobin trembles in your hold, resisting the urge to curl away from your actions.

His toys hm? i’ll remember that. “Your supposed to tell me when they send you stuff like this bunny, shouldn’t Binnie get punis-“

“No!” soobin practically yelped upon hearing the word, he hates getting punished. He’s so eager to please that he barely ever acts out, unlike beomgyu and taehyun, but when he is punished he’s immediately fucked out and trying to redeem himself. “Bunny’s been good! S-So good!! bunny didn’t touch himself at all, jus watched Jjunie-hyung! Don’t want t’be puni-“

Suddenly, your hand latched onto his throat, pressing down tightly and pulling a harsh gasp out of him. Soobin immediately looked at your face above him, dark and ticked with anger.

“Did I say you could talk over me, Mutt?” Your palm dug deeper into his neck and angled his head to the side, bracing his flushed cheek towards you. “Can’t fucking talk now can you huh? Dumb bunny, nothing in this head right? Just a pretty face who can't just listen to his hyung." Soobin nodded along with every word as you bring your other hand up and press down on his lower lip, watching him loll his tongue out on instinct.

Soobin stared up at you the best he could through dazed eyes, drool beginning to leak from the side of his mouth. "You want it, don't you?" you whisper, daring him to speak through choked gasps. Soobin nodded his head to the best of his ability, sticking his tongue out farther while pleading with his eyes; yes, yes yes give it to me, please.

Your hand firmly holds open his jaw as you spit harshly into his mouth. "Swallow it." you let go of his throat and watch him gulp down his treat, letting out gasped ‘thank you's’ as he catches his breath. Soobin opens his mouth again proudly showing that he swallowed like you told him to.

You pull and snap the band of his boxers back onto his skin, “Off, now.” and Soobin scrambles to shrug the clothing down his lanky legs. He instinctively curls his legs up to his chest, veiny arms hooking under both his knees, baring his ass to you with a soft whine.

An adorable heart shaped plug rests snugly between soobins unmarked cheeks, “ Oh, fuck bunny..” you whisper in awe, slowly easing the plug out while watching his hole stretch around the wide base.

Soobin whined long and high pitched, throwing his head back into the pillow. “ Ahh please!! Please hyung!” he mindlessly begged, keening when he felt the plug being fucked in and out of him lewdly.

Soobin loudly wails when you finally pull it out of him, letting out a heavy sigh of pleasure when he feels two of your fingers circle around his rim. “ M’ready, m’ready hyung please fuck me! b-bunny’s been a good boy!”

you chuckle at the impatient tone in his voice, sinking your fingers into him and pumping deliciously against his walls. you don’t know how much longer you can resist him yourself, still tight gummy insides just begging to swallow your cock whole.

reluctantly slipping your fingers out of him and leaning back, you pull your sleep shorts down to your knees along with your boxers. You spit into your hand, fisting along the shaft while soobin drools at the sight.

His toes curl once he feels the wet tip prod at his hole and slowly push into him. He fights the urge to close his eyes instead of watching every inch of you sink inside him. “Oh, please..” Soobin whines out. Every single ridge and vein of your meaty cock deliciously dragging against his walls until you bottom out, leaving him twitching and breathless—barely able to speak from being so full.

With his pouty lips permanently held open in a silent moan and his doe eyes fighting back tears, Soobin silently pleads to start moving. You narrow your eyes at him for daring to ask anything when he’s pissed you off already, slowly pulling out until just the tip throbs inside of him and slamming your hips forward— dragging a loud wail out of him.

Your hips move like clockwork; heavily pounding him into the mattress with a bruising grip on his meaty thighs, each thrust pumping into him harder than the last and knocking the air out of soobins throat.

“So pretty, bunny.” you groaned out, angling your hips as deep as possible until your thighs ached. Soobin sobbed and let go of his legs, hands digging into the sheets next to his head. “ So fucking good.” you pushed forward until your chest was flush against his— as close as you could get with his knees pressing to his shoulders.

The new angle served as the perfect position for your cock to ram straight into his prostate, a loud squeal immediately flying out of his lips. “Hyung— oh my god..!” Soobins back arched as deep as it possibly could while being pressed into the bed, hands grabbing onto your back, hard. “Fuck it’s—! it’s sho good! sso good hyung, don’t stop! please ffuck me harder! Aaah..”

Soobin practically screams each time you pummel against that sweet spot inside of him, legs kicking wildly in the air. “Bunny— fuck m’ gonna cum soon, shit!” you moan into his ear. soobin can barely speak in response. His eyes rolled back into his head as his hips bucked up into you the best he could, dumb cock twitching frantically between your bodies.

You quickly sit up and lay each of his legs on either side of your hips, his hands instantly flying to his flushed nipples. you lean back and resume your thrusts but this time fucking straight into his prostate. Each thrust tightening the band threatening to snap in his lower tummy, leaving his swollen dick bobbing helplessly with the force.

“C-Cum for me Bunny, make hyung proud.” It only took one of your hands fisting his throbbing tip to have him crying out a broken ‘c-cumming!’ and making a mess of himself all over his abdomen. You follow soon after him, burying deep and shooting your load into his warm insides, collapsing onto his wet chest.

Both of you start to doze off in each other sticky mess, even though you should get up and clean it before a staff member finds the both of you like this. Soobin mumbled quiet ‘i love you’s’ into your sweaty hair, dragging his tired limbs up and down your scratched back. Before your mind can teeter off into the sweet relief of sleep you press tender kisses against his pecs, playfully licking at his nipple and giggling at his sensitive whine.

The both of you are snoring by the time soobins phone pings with multiple messages from the groupchat:

Beommie 🧸

god are you guys FINALLY finished??

thought you guys were gonna fuck all night, jesus.

guys???

oh so now your quiet

holy shit don’t tell me tyun and kai are going at it to

omg you horndogs!

jjunie hyung 🫶🏼

just go to sleep beoms.

…

actually, come over

hearing them got me all needy

Beomie 🧸

🫡

[purplecoffee13]

Nemesis with Benefits - Part 2

Summary: “You come over to help your friend with setting up their new couch, but soon you find out that you weren’t the only one

Wc: 4.6k

Tropes: enemies to lovers

Warnings: mention of blood and cheating. loads of banter and tension…

A/N: Hey guys! Here is the second part of Nemesis with Benefits! The tension is brewing and it’s stirring up nothing but confusion!!! I’m so excited about this series, and I’m so grateful to see it getting such a good response. Enjoy!!!

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From Benjamin:

HELP I CANT GET MY COUCH TOGETHER😭

Can someone pls come over and help?

You stare at the text messages Benjamin sent in the group chat. You are quick to open your agenda app to see if you are free to help your friend. Before you can even text Benjamin that you're available, and will come over soon, he calls you. You pick up.

"Help!" Benjamin's panicked voice sounds from the other side of the line. "If I have to tackle this couch alone for one more minute, I'm gonna kill someone. And since the couch and I are the only things in the room, it's probably gonna be me!"

You stifle a laugh. "I was just about to text you that I'll come over. Stay there. Don't move, and don't kill yourself."

"I'll try." Benjamin whines dramatically. You roll your eyes as you hang up on your friend, and grab your headphones and jacket.

Within two minutes, you are outside your building and walking to Benjamin's apartment. He moved into an apartment building off campus this summer. A couple of weeks ago his couch—which was already on the verge of breaking—broke, and he had to order a new one. Not that he minded; he loved shopping for anything. He'd always join you whenever you would run errands.

It takes no more than ten minutes to get to Benjamin's apartment building, though, because it is quite close to campus. Plus, you are a fast walker, so you are always a couple of minutes faster.

You ring the doorbell and Benjamin lets you into the building. After riding the elevator, you walk to Benjamin's apartment. He is already waiting in the doorway and gives you a big hug once you're within reach.

"Oh thank God you're here!" He exclaims, hugging you so tight that it is getting hard to breathe. "You are truly the only reliable friend I have around here."

"I'm happy to be of help, babe." You choke out a laugh, pulling out of the embrace, and walking past Benjamin into his living room.

“Now, let’s see what this evil couch is about…”

************************************************

30 minutes later

"How did you manage, out of all couches in the world, to buy the most complex and pain in the ass one?!" You huff, a drop of sweat running down your forehead. You are sitting crisscross applesauce, hunched over, trying to figure out the way this stupid couch is set up.

You managed to get halfway before getting stuck. Step 17 was the devil in disguise, and it had you developing lower back pain and a stress induced headache. Still, you were determined to figure it out. Benjamin asked you for help, and if the help couldn't manage to assemble this couch, you knew he would leave this unfinished for weeks.

"The people at the store said it was easy!" Benjamin protests with a sigh.

"Yeah, maybe for people who sell couches for a living. Not for broke students who prepare all their food in the microwave!" You say, frowning at the couch. Benjamin's killing comment from earlier isn't seeming as dramatic as it did before. You might just throw this couch—or yourself—out the window.

There's a faint knock on the front door. You aren't sure if there is even someone there, but the way Benjamin skips to the door washes the doubt away.

"Hey! What are you doing here?!" Benjamin's voice sounds slightly distressed. You look up to see who he let in, and your face falters immediately at the sight of Harry walking into the living room.

"You said you needed help, so I—" Harry stops talking once he spots you too, and he sighs. Your eyes widen. He has the nerve to actually sigh? What a douchebag!

"I'm going to the bathroom." You say, glaring Harry down as you move out of the living room. You hear some footsteps behind you, and you know that Benjamin is following you. You let him enter the bathroom with you, and turn around as he closes the door.

"I can't believe you would let him come over while I'm here!" You cross your arms. You are quite upset with Benjamin, but even more so with Harry. The sole sight of his smug face sets you off. He annoys you to no end.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know! I texted him, and he never responded. He just comes over without warning a lot. This wasn't intentional, I swear." Benjamin explains, and you can tell that he's sincere. Benjamin can be almost as much of a pain in the butt as his stupid couch, but he would never intentionally hurt you. But Harry would, and he did.

"I just..." you take a deep breath before you make the confession you've been bothered with for a while now. "Harry hurt me, a lot. And you're still friends with him..."

It's Benjamin's turn to sigh. He grabs your arms and levels with you, searching for your eyes.

"Harry is on the bench." He tells you, like you are supposed to know what that means.

"You know we're building you a couch, not a bench—"

"No, dumbass!" Benjamin interrupts you. "Harry's on the friendship bench. He was demoted to second string. He ain't playing in the game that I call my inner circle."

You sigh. "Okay, could you just leave the metaphors for a second and tell me what you mean—"

"I punched him." He shrugs as if it is as simple as ever. You, however, have your mouth hanging wide open.

"You punched Harry?"

"Of course I did. What he did to you was beyond shitty, and he totally deserved it." Benjamin confirms, and your heart sinks at the fact that you doubted his loyalty to you in the first place. "But Harry has been one of my best friends since high school. And what happened— well... let's just say that the story is not totally black and white."

That makes you feel a bit offended. "What is not black and white about this situation? Dylan cheated, Harry participated."

"I agree, that part is black and white. That's why I punched him." He nods his head. "Now, you can go home, and I will try and assemble this stupid couch with him. I totally understand that you don't want to stay here."

"No!" You say angrily. Benjamin's eyebrows crease into a frown, almost as surprised as you by your drive to stay here.

"But—"

"Why?! So he can brag about the couch that I basically put together?!" You murmur as you cross your arms, eyes squinting a bit at the thought of him walking around with that inflated ego of his. There is absolutely no way he is getting another something of yours, again!

"Y/N, it's just a couch—" Benjamin tries to argue, but you won't hear of it.

"This is not about the stupid couch!" You blurt out. This shuts him up. He stares at you for a few seconds with this look in his eyes that reads 'go home, don't do this'. But you don't feel like listening, so you walk past him, out of the bathroom and back into the living room.

"I don't think this is a good idea!" Benjamin calls out from the bathroom.

"Too bad!" You call back. Benjamin is right on your heels and right next to you by the time you stand in front of Harry again. He has already seated himself in the place where you were sitting just now. He's got the manual in one hand and a screw driver in the other.

"I fixed the problem. You were using the wrong screws." Harry says, the comment more directed at Benjamin than at you. But you take it personally anyway, because you are the one who selected the screws. You walk over to him and snatch the manual out of his hands.

"I read it five times, I definitely used the right—" upon reading step 17 for the fifth time, you finally see the name of the screws you were supposed to use. Your brain tends to mash up words after a while, and all the screws' names really read alike.

When you look up from the piece of paper, you see Harry smirking at you. He knows he's right, and he knows you know he's right, and that makes you incredibly angry. He shouldn't be allowed to be right, ever. Not in front of you, at least.

With a groan, you sit yourself down next to Harry and snatch the screwdriver out of his hand before burying your nose into the manual again. You mutter a small profanity under your breath, and Harry just scoffs at the sound of it.

This is gonna be a long evening...

************************************************

"Fuck." Harry curses, mainly to himself, when the leg of the couch doesn't stay in place once again. He has tried three times now, not letting you help him.

"I told you to—"

"Shut up." Harry growls, not even sparing a glance at you. He is heavily concentrating on his failing work.

"This could be solved quicker if you'd just listen to me." You tell him, reaching towards the sofa table where you've put all the screws and other necessary stuff for building this couch.

"No. This could be solved quicker if you'd just let me look at the manual." Harry responds. You squint at him, even though he can't see you. He'll feel the hate of your withering stare nonetheless.

You don't say anything, though, keeping yourself as you sort out the screws that lie in front of you. It has been an hour of sitting with Harry and trying to piece this couch together. So far you have had the upper hand, mainly because you have the manual.

Benjamin tried to help the first 30 minutes, but after being snarled at too many times, he resigned to cleaning his kitchen. So now you are sitting alone with Harry.

"Okay... done. What's next?" Harry asks, looking at you and the manual in your lap. You don't return the glance, still focused on counting the amount of screws you need.

"Wait."

Harry rolls his eyes. "If you'd just give me the stupid manual—"

"Damn it! Now I lost count." You look up and glare at Harry. "Could you shut up for a second?"

"Nope. Give me the manual." He crosses his arms. Leaning against the wall behind him. You shake your head. There is no way he is getting this piece of paper.

"No."

You go back to counting the screws, when all of a sudden the manual is snatched away from your lap. Your mouth falls open and your eyes follow the way Harry's hands take it away. You are about to cuss him out, when Benjamin's voice announces something from behind you.

"Guys, I have a class in twenty minutes, so I have to go. C'mon, I can finish the couch another time." He says and you don't miss the relief in his voice. He's probably already happy that his apartment didn't blow up in the first ten minutes of you and Harry being in the same room.

"It's fine. I can finish it up. Won't take long, now that I've got the manual and everything." Harry offers with a smile. Jaw clenched, you swallow his stupid comment and also turn to your friend.

"I'll stay too. Have to finish what I started."

There is no way in hell you're letting Harry get away with acting like he built this whole couch by himself, when it was actually just the step 17 and about five others after that.

"Oh, that's very sweet, but I don't know if—"

"We won't kill each other, I promise." I try to reassure him, hoping to get some backing from Harry about this.

"We won't?"

You turn around and give Harry your greatest death stare.

"I'm just saying, you were being pretty aggressive with that screwdriver just now." He puts his hands up defensively. You sigh, redirecting your attention back to your friend.

"Fine. I promise to refrain from impaling Harry's head with a screwdriver until we're outside of the apartment." You say.

"Yeah, that sounds more believable." Harry murmurs approvingly.

Benjamin looks at the two of you, thinking it over for a bit. Everything about his face reads that he thinks this is a bad idea. You don't blame him the slightest, but you let your eyes plead him to let you do this anyway. You need it. The exact reason why, you don't know. But... you just need this.

"Okay." Benjamin finally says, earning a smile from you. "Help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. I'll be back in about two hours."

"Aye aye captain." You joke, giving your friend a hug before returning to the floor alongside Harry. You hear the rattling of the house keys Benjamin grabbed from the counter, and watch as he walks to his front door.

"Don't get blood on my new couch." He shouts just in time for the door to slam shut. You take a deep breath, the fact that you are alone with Harry now really kicking in.

It's fine. You can do this. He sucks.

"Can you tell me how many screws I needed again?" You ask, attempting to be as polite as you possibly can to the guy your boyfriend cheated on you with.

"I don't know, can I? Oh wait, of course I can. Because I have the manual." He taunts, flicking the pages to step 25. He reads and reads, and a smirk forms on his face as his head lifts up.

"Guess."

"Don't be an asshole. Just tell me, I want to get this over with." You say, your head tilting. The look in your eyes radiates seriousness, and for a moment you think Harry understands how you're feeling.

"Erm, that wasn't a guess, that was just words."

If it was physically possible to exert steam from your ears, you would've looked like an old train. You groan and lean forward to snatch the manual away from Harry, but he is quick to move it out of reach. He holds it over his head.

"Aw c'mon, it was just a joke!" Harry teases even further. You are seeing red with rage and it takes everything to not scream every foul word in the book at him.

"It's not funny!" You try to grab the paper again, but Harry is too swift for you.

"It kind of is."

"No it's not! Nothing about this is funny!" You suddenly snap. "I don't want to be here with you. I just want to finish building this stupid couch and go home, so please give me the manual."

"Then why are you still here?!" Harry inquires firmly, a deep frown knitted onto his face.

"Why are you?!" You fire back, frustrating grown with each second that your eyes bore into his.

"I asked you a question, Y/N. I told Benjamin I'd do it myself, you cannot stand me. There is no logical reason for you to still be here, so why the fuck are you?"

"Because I can't let you take another thing from me!"

You blurt out confession before you have a chance to stop yourself, and your cheeks instantly go red with embarrassment. Harry's mouth hangs slightly open at the collection of words that just left your mouth. You avoid his eyes burning onto your skin as you try to steady your breathing. Your heart is pounding out of your chest.

"Just give me the stupid manual." You mumble, snagging it from his unsuspecting hands. You open the little book to your page, but the hiss that leaves Harry's mouth has you looking up at him. Your eyes widen at the sight of blood.

Dripping from Harry's hand is quite a bit of blood. Shit, you gave him a huge paper cut. Guilt washes over you, and you rush to the kitchen and back to give him some paper towels. Out of instinct, you wrap the towels around his hand. You are closer to Harry than you would normally be, but it's an emergency—one that you caused—so there's a necessary reason for it.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to— let's get you to the kitchen." You put some pressure on his small wound and drag him to the kitchen. Harry doesn't say anything, but he lets you lead anyway. It is like your confession has shut him up, which is very rare because Harry never shuts up.

You put Harry's injured hand under the faucet and let the water wash away the blood. You get a better look of the cut and can deduce that a little bit of bandage would be best to keep a bit of pressure on it for now. You tell Harry to keep his hand in the same place, and reach for the first aid box you bought Benjamin as one of his housewarming gifts. This one was more of a joke, but it comes in handy now.

By the time you've collected everything you need, you turn off the faucet and dry Harry's hand with some new paper towels. It is completely silent between the two of you as you dap the towels onto his skin. But you can feel Harry's stare. It doesn't surprise you very much when he speaks up.

"I'm sorry."

Your body stops everything it was doing and takes in the apology for a few seconds, then resumes back to drying Harry's hand

"I'm gonna put some bandage around your hand. It'll keep pressure on the cut. You'll be able to switch to a band aid after a while." You casually explain, choosing to ignore his words. You don't really have the mental capacity to deal with it right now.

"Y/N, I'm not just saying it. I mean it, I'm sorry." Harry almost pleads. You look at him and hate the sincerity that flashes through his eyes. You'd prefer it if it wasn't there. It's gonna turn out to be bullshit anyway; he shouldn't be saying it like he means it. "What I— we did was stupid, I shouldn't have done that. I was just... I was in love, and I thought—"

"I don't want to listen to your excuses, Harry." You interrupt him. "You may have your reasons, but you did what you did. It already happened, you can't talk yourself out of it."

"I'm not trying to talk myself out of it."

"Then what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to tell you the truth." Harry grits through his teeth.

"So what? So I can feel bad for you about stealing my boyfriend?!" You respond, the condescension in your tone dripping over the words you speak.

"You stole him first!" He growls very loudly. You are taken aback by the sudden aggressiveness.

"What?" The questions almost comes out like a whisper. You are utterly lost. What is this guy talking about? Harry huffs, looking away from you. He is clearly embarrassed.

"Nothing."

"No, tell me." You demand, wrapping the bandage around Harry's palm. "You owe me, at the very least."

Harry sighs, shaking his head. His eyes flick between yours and the his wounded hand. He exhales deeply before finally beginning with talking.

"We were... sleeping together, Dylan and I. It was casual; he said he didn't want a relationship, that he wasn't ready. Then about three weeks after saying that, he started dating you."

You don't open your mouth, instead focusing on processing the information that Harry is throwing your way, which is proving to be a bit difficult. You shake your head.

"That's shitty of him." You simply say, deciding to not want to offer him any pity. It is indeed a fucked up thing to string someone along and then date someone else, but it doesn't excuse what Harry did.

You focus on finishing up with the bandage on Harry's arm, and smile at your work. You could definitely be a nurse if you wanted to.

"Okay. Let's go back to that devil of a couch." You say, and the air feels a bit lighter now. It isn't so heavy with unresolved tension as it was before. There still is loads, but it is easier to breathe than before.

"Alright." Harry agrees, walking behind you to the living room.

************************************************

One and a half hour later

"I'm never doing favors for anyone ever again." You say, staring wide-eyed at the couch you and Harry finally managed to put together. It took you long enough—thanks to Harry—but you're finally done.

"Gotta agree with you on that one." Harry nods, hands on his hips as he analyzes the couch.

"Of course you do. I'm always right." You shrug, and Harry rolls his eyes.

The past hour and a half have been strangely good for you and Harry. You still hate him, and you are pretty sure he feels the same way about you, but there is kind of a non-negotiated truce now. That doesn't keep you from seizing every opportunity to insult him. You haven't lost your edge.

You flop down on the couch, and Harry follows suit. You sit in silence, staring at the white wall in front of you. That's when you see something on the sofa table, and you can quite literally feel the blood drain from your face.

In the table lay a ziplock bag of screws. Ones that you were supposed to put somewhere in this couch, but you didn't. All freaked out, you start looking for the instructions again.

"Where's the manual?" You question, aimlessly scanning the room. When your glance goes past Harry, you see the little white book in his hand. You lean forward to grab it, but he moves it away from you very quickly.

"Come on. It wasn’t funny the first time, it’s not funny now.” You tilt your head and reach out your hand, hoping that your motherly tone will make him put the piece of paper back in your hand. But he doesn’t, only shrugging at your tiny lecture. Your lips break into a slight smirk, and you heave a sigh.

“Fine. You want to play foul, then foul it is.”

Then, in a matter of seconds, you’ve thrown yourself over Harry, grasping the manual. You have managed to get a hold of it, clearly having caught him off guard. But that doesn’t hold for long, as he’s regained his senses quickly and puts an arm around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you off the couch. You land on the rug with a small thud, and although it doesn’t hurt much, there is fire in your eyes when they meet Harry’s cocky face. He’s holding up the manual behind him as he laughs at you lying on the ground.

Without thinking for another second, you charge at him, jumping on him and snatching the manual out of his hands. You lean back to get away, but almost fall backwards. That is until an arm around your waist catches you. You are pulled into Harry and his action to save you leaves the both of you very close to one another. You are still breathing heavily from your ‘attack’, but then you feel something else.

The beating of your heart at the proximity between you and Harry; it stresses you out to be this close to him. Suddenly, it becomes apparent, too apparent; Harry’s fingers are dug into your waistline.

You blame the way your body reacts to the fact that you haven’t gotten laid in a month, yet you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Harry. He shares your troubles, his gaze fixated on you like you could fade away at any second.

Your eyes widen ever so slightly when Harry leans forward. A couple inches, but forward nonetheless. No matter how radical and ridiculous your mind finds this action, your body doesn’t do a thing to stop it. There is a spark that radiates off Harry and enters your veins through the touch of his fingers, the heat of his breath, and the feel of his stare.

His eyes dart from yours to your mouth, asking without asking, as he inches closer with every few seconds. You feel those sparks morphing into a flame as Harry’s lips brush yours ever so slightly, and your heavy eyes flutter shut.

“I’m back!”

You jump off Harry’s lap in an impressive short amount of time, just in time for the door to shut and Benjamin to walk through the door. His eyes travel to the counter, where a partly bloodied paper towel still lies. A gasp leaves his lips.

“YOU STABBED HIM?!”

His eyes fly to you and Harry, and he sighs deeply at the sight of the both of you unharmed, well… mostly.

“I can’t believe you’d think I’d stab him.”

“Why did you think she was the one who stabbed me?”

You and Harry responded at the same time. You flick Harry a look before explaining the situation to your friend.

“I accidentally gave him a paper cut.” You point to Harry’s bandaged hand, which he is holding up. “But thanks for thinking I’m vicious enough to stab someone, I guess.”

“Yeah, and thanks a lot for thinking I’m not.” Harry adds with a frown, his arms crossed. Benjamin stifles out a laugh.

“Well, thanks for the couch. I owe you guys.” He smiles, pulling you into a hug. “D’ya wanna go for a drink together?”

“No!” You call out as soon as Benjamin finishes his question, earning a pair of confused looks from the two boys. “I— uh, I have to go. Assignment. I have to do an assignment.”

You stumble over your words and steps as you grab your jacket and headphones, heading for the front door.

“Okay… will I see tonight?!” Benjamin shouts the question which reminds you of Tyler’s birthday party tonight. Tyler is a friend you got to know through Benjamin. Almost hooked up with him once.

“I’ll let you know!” Is all you say before walking out the door, shutting the door behind you. You rush to the elevator, not wanting the boys to catch up with you. You put on your headphones, taking a deep breath before putting play on the music.

You need some time to think about what the fuck happened back there.

[desire4ella]

Hello :3 it’s been a while since I requested a fic. How about evil!spoiled!fem!reader x Roman R. - she causes hell around backstage but in front of Roman she’s a saint lol

“ 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 ,𝐖𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 ”

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🎀 : You going around causing chaos wherever you go , but hey whose gonna stop you ? exactly no one cause they know not to mess with THE tribal chiefs woman.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 🎀: Nothing accept a lil kissing

Backstage was a living hell the workers had to face this demon like women every day , but if they hated it so much then they could leave . You wouldn’t care and certainly Roman wouldn’t care ether cause he knew he would be able to replace them real quick .

“ But i want it , and i want it now ! ” the short woman screamed at the older panicked looking women “ i know darling but-” the younger girl raised her finger meaning silence and god forbid someone speaks over her . “ I SAID, i want it now . You don’t want me to tell your boss aka my husband that you’re denying his precious princess now do you ? ” you said playing an evil smirk on your face watching the worker start to get even more frightened than before . There’s something so sweet and delightful at the fact that you can get anyone wrapped around your finger just by mentioning your man’s name . Sighing in defeat the older woman named Janice got on her walkie talkie to make an announcement. “ This is Janice speaking, could one of you guys please order wing stop for y/n ” she said while looking elsewhere because she couldn’t look you dead in eyes knowing damn well you were boring holes straight through her head .

“ Ummm… what-t was your-r order aga-a-ain Mrs Reigns-s ? ” the poor lady trembled while speaking because she knew world war three was about the start . Looking offended you grabbed the walkie talkie from her hands and pointed it to your mouth “ listen here , you people have been working her for about a year now so how the fu-” just as you were about to finish your sentence you hear Romans voice come from behind you . Janice was probably thanking god above that she got saved from your tantrums by her boss . “ Is everything going on alright baby ?” he questioned and looked between both you and Janice who still seemed a bit shooken up.

Turning around you got on your tippy toes and kissed him which he happily obliged and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer . Both of you still couldn’t give a fuck if anyone saw you guys making out because as stated before , if they don’t like it they can simply work somewhere else . Departing your lips from his you turned back around facing a shocked Janice , you almost busted out laughing from her expression , but nobody told her ass to stare .

“ Yes baby everything is ok , she was just ordering me my wing stop ” you replied while smiling up at him . Leaning down he kissed your forehead and said “ that’s good my love , however make sure you still have enough room to eat another meal because i’m taking you out for dinner at the new restaurant that just recently opened up down our street ” he then blowed you a kiss and took of round the corner back to his office .

Squealing in delight you shook Janice by her shoulders “ Did you hear that Janice ? my man is bout to take me out to eattttt , can you believe that ? who am i kidding, your man can’t even afford one of those microwave meals to give you ” without giving her a chance to respond you took off running to god knows where.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : Ik this is a bit short but i did what i could do 🤷🏾‍♀️ i hope you liked it bae 💋

[st6rrrs]

YOUR BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - RAFE CAMERON X FEMALE READER

SUMMARY: for the longest you had an crush on rafe cameron aka Sarah's brother but you couldn't date your best friends brother and besides he didn't notice you anyway... well until one night

WARNINGS: 18+, age gap, smut, non con/dub con?, dark! rafe, swearing, choking, hair pulling, dom!rafe, virgin reader, lost of virginity, rough sex, fingering, unexperienced reader, lmk if i’m missing anything

A/N: rafe is 21 reader is 16 btww!!!

also this is short

Sarah had invited you over so you guys could hang out and watch movies. Sarah's dad, stepmom, and little sister had to go to the Bahamas for her dads work for the weekend. Sarah and rafe didn't have to go so they stayed.

rafe has never been nice to you like ever. he always calls you names like bitch, slut, virgin mary, whore, slut , etc. so you can say he isn't very fond of you.

"so what are we gonna watch?" Sarah ask "maybe comedy?"

"nah I like horror better"

"but im in an mood to laugh" Sarah explained

"okay then what about a horror comedy" you secretly loved horror comedies more than horror but you would never attempt that.

"oh yeaa" Sarah said as you laughed at her

"im gonna go get the snacks i'll be right back"

you said while hopping off her bed and exiting the room. as you walked down the stairs you heard something coming from rafe's room so being the nosy person you are you walk back up the stairs and slowly tip toe to his room door and you put your ear to the door.

you hear moaning and groaning you were scared you thought he was hurt so you quickly opened the door concerned and you see rafe laying down on his bed jerking off. he quickly pulls the covers over him

"what the fuck yn get out" rafe yells

You were shocked you quickly shut the door and ran down stairs, what the hell did you just witness. you tried to get the imagine of rafe's long cock out of your head. You opened the cabinet too look for the popcorn when you felt a strong hand grip your shoulder spinning you around.

"you know its not lady like to enter somebody's room without knocking"

it was rafe, he seemed overly calm... weird.

''i-i thought you w-were hurt."

he laughs slowly and looks you up and down. you take a deep breath to calm yourself down

"you might be a virgin but i know your not stupid princess"

he smirks

"wait..." "was my dick the first one you ever seen before"

he smirks once again, you were too embarrassed to answer that question so you looked down to the floor.

he grabbed your face really hard probably bruising it forcing you too look him in the eye.

"answer. the. question." rafe said "i don't like being ignored y/n."

he looked angry. you were scared to find out what would happen if u didn't answer his question so u did.

"y-yes" you stuttered

he chuckles and lets go oh your face which is most likely bruised now

"holy shit"

"rafe just fuck off okay jeez. every time you see me you don't have to remind me that im still a virgin."

you say as you turn around and grab the popcorn and putting it in the microwave. thats when feel something pocking your lower back.

"no ew rafe stop" you move away from him

"fine, fine"

he says putting his hands up in the air like he's surrendering and walking back up the stairs to his room.

you sigh of relief and grab the popcorn out of the microwave, pour it in a bowl and go back up stairs to Sarah's room.

"hey im back i got popcorn"

"finally you took forever" she laughs

"yea umm your brother wouldn't leave me only."

"just ignore him he's an ass to everyone" sarah says while shrugging

you guys ended up watching scary movie 2. after the movie yall soon fell asleep.

you woke up around midnight you looked over at Sarah she was sound a sleep so sneakily you got out of bed to get some water from the kitchen while you were walking down the stairs you felt a large hand wrap around your figure and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn't scream.

it was rafe.

"stop moving"

he whispered in your ear but you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. he drags you to his room and throws you on the floor locking the door.

"oww what the fuck is wrong with you"

you say almost immediately getting up running over to rafe to try and unlock the door but before you can reach it he grabs you by your hair

"i told you to stop moving" "i don't like disobedience"

"oww rafe stop your hurting me"

he throws you onto the bed back first and pulls off your shorts and underwear and gets onto of you. you tried to scream but he puts his hand over your mouth.

he takes his time pulling your tank top and bra off. you tried to scream but it was muffled due to rafe's hand. Once your tank top and bra is off he started sucking your right nipple.

you didn't want this.

you tried to tell yourself over and over again but you knew it was a lie, what kind of best friend would you be hooking up with your best friends brother.

you moaned, you couldn't help it. but you still tried to wiggle out from under him.

he stopped to take his belt off, pants, and boxers then threw them on the floor using both of his hands so you finally had an chance to say something.

"rafe stop please" you begged "Sarah wouldn’t like this.”

"i don't give a shit yn, ill do whatever the fuck i want to you and you cant do anything about it"

"rafe please stop” you pleaded

"i'll be gentle" he said sarcastically

at this point you were straight up sobbing pleading him to stop but you knew it was too late when he felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

he pushed himself into you and he wasn't gentle at all he started thrusting into you at a very fast speed.

it wasn't pleasant at all it hurt like hell, he was painfully stretching you out. it was very overwhelming

“God, your so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days.

You moaned and screamed tears coming out you eyes as he kept going faster and harder.

“Be good and take me.”

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he squeezed your neck chocking you.

he never let up on his speed or brutality

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak.

As you came down from your high His hands tightened around your neck harder as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too.

part 2 ?

[sugolara]

♫ Silly boys you run away too far

Ft. Shota, Katsuki, Hitoshi, Izuku, Shoto, Eri & gn! reader

Synopsis: Born by dysfunctional parents, Shota Aizawa takes it upon himself to adopt a litter of kids to give them the best chance life could offer them. Or... [A family with different parents try to beat any obstacle that come their way, though they couldn't have done this without the help of their adopted father; Shota.] Cw: language, drinking, smoking, substance abuse, death mention, a bit of angst, quirkless! au, humor, slight sexual themes nothing to graphic, gender neutral reader!, updates once a month or so Honorable Supporting Cast: Denki Kaminari [The best friend], Kyoka Jiro [The friend], Eijiro Kirishima [The love interest], Ochaco Uraraka [The friend], Tenya Iida [The love interest/Ex], Mina Ashido [The friend/Ex], Momo Yaoyorozu [The love Interest], Hanta Sero [The love interst] & other extras that aren't important Music of the chapter: Silly boy - The Blue Van

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Booming music mixed with sounds of a character shooting their gun resonated through the home. If you were to walk by the home, you'd most certainly feel the vibrations and while cats liked to mingle, their bodies purring at the feeling, other people liked to stay away. A part of it had to do with the music they always blast when their father wasn't home-despite the many complaints they get-but the main reason why people stayed away was due to the notorious reputation they set on themselves.

While the neighborhood knows that kids are just kids, some beg to differ and just wish that their father could maintain a better control of them. But they kept their opinions to themselves as the last time someone had complained to the father, their home was almost set on fire and sure, it was probably because they had forgotten to turn the oven off, but they were sure they hadn't even baked at the time.

A curse is what people liked to say, but for the family of the said home, they'd say it was just a coincidence. A happy coincidence.

"Stop hitting me!" The second middle child, Izuku, yelled out as he focused on the TV screen where his character was shooting everywhere, but his target, "You're making me loose! Do you realize that if I lose I'll have to clean the bathroom!?"

"Duh!" The oldest child, Katsuki, manically laughed as he lifted his foot to block the freckle male's face. Though he winced when his braces got caught to the insides of cheeks, "That's the whole point! Besides, you suck ass."

"Because you keep blocking me, Kacchan!" He cried out, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes from frustration.

In the same living room, near the other couch that was placed by the window and next to it sat the youngest child, Shoto, playing music on the home computer. He scrolled through redtube, his eyes looking at a playlist as he muttered to himself, "What about metal? Are we a fan of metal?"

He hummed as he looked up to the window, his finger tapping his chin as he watched the stars blink at him, "Yes, I think we are."

A soft clink of the mouse was heard before sounds of guitar ripping vibrated through the home. Entering the kitchen, the middle child, Hitoshi, and second oldest, F/n, watched as their frozen burrito cooked in the microwave, both counting down the time before the timer hit zero.

"You think dad will get mad at us for eating the whole bag of burritos?" Hitoshi asked, his indigo eyes watching as the burrito spinned slowly in a paper plate, "There were twelve in there."

"Well, he did leave nothing for us to eat and the babysitter ditched us." F/n answered, their ears listening to the soft hum the microwave released, "And dad knows we don't know how to cook, so really it's his fault."

"Such wise words." Hitoshi mumbled, his eyes still on the burrito. F/n nodded, "Wisdom..."

Outside in the driveway pulled in a black car. Getting off the driver's seat, the head and father of the children, Shota, released a tired sigh as he looked at the window where the caramel color sheets of curtains radiated a soft glow of the living room light. He could also hear the loud music and the vibrations, "Looks like there goes another complaint to the mayor."

Hearing a quick shuffling pace, Shota turned to the side walk where he could see a couple quickly walk by, avoiding making eye contact with him. Despite the avoidance, Shota waved at them like any friendly neighbor.

When the couple passed by, he could hear them let out a sigh of relief and a conversation that was hushed. Ignoring their behavior, Shota headed for the back doors of his small car. He opened it and crouched down to undo the seatbelt around the youngest and final child, Eri. With the click and the belt going back to its original place, he wrapped his arms around the girl's frame, gently picking her up so as to not wake her from her slumber.

He repositioned his arms before closing the door and heading towards the home. With his key in his other hand he jammed into the keyhole and turned, allowing the door to be unlocked. He pushed the door open, staring at the scene in front of him. Thankfully, with having to grow up in a chaotic household, Eri did not once stir in her sleep.

"Oh, shit!" Katsuki turned towards the door as he was the closest to it. Seeing Shota, he yelled alerting his siblings, "Dad's home!"

They all turned to him, smiles on their faces, "Hey, dad!"

A smile reached to his lips as he closed the door with his foot, "Yeah, I'm home, turn down the music and the TV."

The audio was lowered down, though seeing only the kids, Shota looked around, his brows furrowing, "Where's the babysitter?"

"Oh, she left an hour after you did." Shoto said, his eyes on the computer, "Katsuki and F/n scared her off."

"Of course they did." Shota muttered as he moved further into the home, "Did she at least make you guys anything to eat?"

Katsuki scoffed as he hit the side of Izuku's face with his foot, "As if. We're fucking starving. F/n and Hitoshi ate the rest of the burritos. Fatasses."

"She literally left us nothing to eat all day!" F/n turned to the living room, "She left before we could even steal her credit card and order from The Pizza Kingdom."

"Oh, actually I was able to get that." From behind them, Hitoshi fished out a black card from his pocket, "I called earlier, but they couldn't place an order because it had no money."

"Seriously?" Shota shook his head as he grabbed the card, "What did I say about stealing their stuff? This is why babysitters never stay the full day."

Izuku paused the game, his hand shoving Katsuki's foot as he looked to his father, "Do we really need a babysitter anyway? We're 16, we know how to take care of ourselves."

Shota gave him a stare, one that had Izuku nervously recoil back on the couch, "Really? You really believe that, Izuku?"

"...No..." He mumbled.

Feeling Eri move, Shota nudged his head to the door, before entering Eri and F/n's shared room, "Go grab the groceries so I can make dinner."

When Shota entered the bedroom, the blonde let out an annoyed groan as he set the control on the coffee table. He then kicked Izuku, "Go get the bags."

"Why me? He told you to." He said, but regretted it when the blonde kicked him off the couch, "Fine...bitch."

"Whaddya call me!?" The freckle male scattered away. Kindly enough, Shoto and F/n helped him as they opened the trunk, each grabbing bags that hung off their forearm.

"Did you guys find out who your homeroom teacher is?" F/n asked as tomorrow would be the first day back to school.

"Nope." Izuku let out a sigh, grabbing as much groceries as he could hold, "But, I hope I'm not in the same class as you again."

"Hey!" F/n glared at him, "What's wrong with being in the class as me? I'm totally fun."

"I don't know, you almost got expelled when you tried pranking Mr. Kan." Shoto thought back to last school year, "Remember? Mr. Nezu had you clean the entire school, including the locker room as punishment."

"But it was funny." They said, though they glared at Izuku once more when he spoke in a high pitched tone, meant to be sarcastic, "Was it?"

"I'll show you something funny." They muttered and shared a glance with Shoto who understood as he nodded. Before Izuku could close the trunk, both F/n and Shoto quickly lifted their arms that hung off heavy bags and slammed it on Izuku's back, causing the male to fall in the trunk.

They snickered as they ran towards the home with Izuku struggling to exit, "Seriously!? You guys are so rude!"

When they entered, Shota was in the kitchen boiling a pot of water as he grabbed vegetables from the fridge. Nothing other than their fathers cooked meals tasted good and after a day of eating little food, Shota felt like his kids deserved a full course meal-even though they did nothing to deserve it.

Setting the bags on the table, Hitoshi aimed for one of them, smiling as he pulled out yogurt, "Where's Izuku?"

"Fuck if I know." F/n shrugged, sitting at the kitchen table as they grabbed a bag of chips. Though the bags of chips were removed from their hands as Katsuki began munching on them. He ignored the look F/n sent his way, "You going to be our teacher tomorrow?"

"That depends. Are you guys going to behave?" He said as he went to retrieve a pack of meat from the store bags, but hearing the blonde crunching, he gave his kid a look, "You're going to damage your braces."

The blonde shrugged, still eating F/n's chips, "So what?"

"How are you going to fix that gap between your teeth?" Shoto innocently asked, eating his bag of chips. He knew he set the blonde off as he heard chips being crumbled and F/n muttering. "Aw, man."

Hitoshi almost choked on his yogurt, though he was able to get it down, "Where's Izuku?"

"Kidnapped." Said Izuku as he entered the home glaring at F/n and Shoto, "Thank you for the help, by the way."

"You're welcome." Shoto smiled, eating to his heart's content until the freckle male stole his chips.

"Don't eat too much." The pan hissed when Shota turned the food, "It's your guys first day of school tomorrow and I don't want a call saying you either threw up or you harassed another kid."

The siblings all turned to look at Katsuki who sputtered, "He deserved it!"

"He said he was sorry." Shoto pointed out, "You were just overreacting."

"True." The rest said, relieving the memory, but the blonde rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

Shota let out a sigh as he grabbed dishes, beginning to pour food into them, "Go grab Eri and tell her dinners ready. If she's still asleep, leave her."

"Where is she?" Izuku asked as he stood up when Shota nudged his head to the living room, hands occupied by food. "She should be in the living room."

F/n turned her head towards the room and smiled when she saw Eri coloring, "She's awake. Hi, Eri!"

"Hi, Eri!" The rest said and hearing her name being called the girl smiled as she stood to go to them. "Hello! Is dinner ready?"

Seeing a nod, they all placed the bags away before sitting at their designated chair. When they were all children, they had decided to mark their names in their favorite color. Katsuki's being red, F/n's f/c, Hitoshi's purple, Izuku's green, Shoto's red and blue, and Eri's red. Along with the names, they added stickers of grenades, knives, cats, bunnies, noodles and apples. For Shota's chair, they added all their stickers.

"Alright." Shota placed a bowl of delicious food in front of Eri, before the others. Everyone knew that Eri got her plate first, courtesy of young privileges, "After you're done, get ready for school tomorrow. And sleep early Hitoshi, you don't want to be late for the first day."

"Yeah, yeah."

As soon as their bowls and fresh juice was placed in front of them, everyone began to eat. With Shota at the head of the table, he watched as his family ate with smiles and talked among them. Despite how different their personalities are, they seemed to get along well to which Shota felt satisfied. His own smile appeared on his face.

"Can you pass the salt?" Eri's small voice asked Shota.

Shota handed it to her, "Here you go."

"I can't wait for school." Izuku mumbled as he chewed his food, his mind going to a certain girl.

"Quit stealing my food, Icyhot!"

"But I'm hungry."

"Let him have some, fatass!"

"Fatass."

"That is not nice, F/n and Hitoshi."

[kumezyzo]

more streamer!reader with bf!sapnap cause i so desperately need it and i promised to get out the christmas cooking stream...

i started writing this like two weeks ago and im just now getting it out cause im so good at procrastinating 😁 but its also kinda short mb

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap that doesnt really listen to you when you tell him hes not doing something right. he will just look at you and forget that you scolded him in the first place.

"nick, you realize you cant put a metal bowl in a microwave, right?"

"huh?" he looks over at you. your face holding a concerned expression as you look at the bowl in his hands. hes silently just thinking about how you called him nick instead of sapnap.

"wait, HOW did you say microwave?"

bf!sapnap that has to remind people at the beginning of the stream that it was your one year anniversary last month. and your one year of being official meeting in person the past week.

bsf!george who randomly starts playful arguements with you. or even just teases you when you and nick are standing near eachother.

"wow, are you two gonna get married now?"

"i dunno, george. are you and dream gonna fuck soon?" you ask pointedly without looking up from the cookie your helping nick cut out. "or profess your undying love to eachother?"

bf!sapnap who would get really angry or sad if your embroidered gingerbread character on his apron got dirty.

"dream!! you got flour on yn!!" he would scream running to the sink to try to wash it off. you would be standing across the room, looking down at yourself in confusion

"your such an idot, sapnap," dream would tell him, shaking his head and laughing.

"oh...i thought you actually meant on me-"

and

"who the fuck got frosting on yn!?" he would scream again, stomping over to the sink to wash it off.

"baby, its orange..." you tell him, glancing at george and dream from across the island, trying to hide your smile.

"and?"

"youre the only one using orange..."

bf!sapnap who feels bad when you start running around, trying to clean up the mess they made from decorating the cookies.

"yn, just leave it."

"no, its fine," you tell him with a smile. "i need a clean working space."

"but-"

"nick, let me clean."

dream kinda helps dw

bsf!dream who accidentally bumps into you, causing you to turn around and pretend to square up to him.

"come at me bro!" you say, looking up at him and standing in front of him.

he looks down at you and puffs out his chest and flexes his arms. you do the same and squint your eyes up at him.

"what? got nothin to say?!"

he then lightly pushes your shoulder and you dramatically stumble backwards. you place your hand on your 'wounded' shoulder and look at him in betrayal.

"h-how could you...?"

"you guys are so stupid-"

bf!sapnap who holds your waist when hes has to get past you. or just reaches out to touch your hip if there is space to walk by. or lightly pats your ass when he walks away from standing next to you.

"chat is saying sapnap slapped yn's bum," george says in disgust covered by an accusatory lilt.

"i dont know what theyre talking about," nick says, a smile slowly spreading on his lips.

"wait, chat, is that true?"

"i bet he did," dream comments, ammused.

"wait they're saying he did!"

bf!sapnap who says the gingerbread house he's making is what you two are gonna raise your kids in.

"peaches, this is our house."

"our? as in you and i?" you ask looking at the mess of cookies and frosting.

"and these are our kids..." he says concentrating on putting two m&ms on the front lawn of the sugary house.

"wait, kids-"

chat! who asks about why nick calls you peaches.

"yeah, thats an amazing questions, actually," george says, looking up at you two.

the two of you glance at eachother before looking back down at your gingerbread houses.

"wait, what was that look?" dream asks with a laugh.

"i dunno. nick, you tell them," you say trying to keep your face neutral. "im not the one that came up with it."

"wait, nick, dont you also call her mamas?"

"dream, shut the-"

bf!sapnap who hugs you from behind when he sees how sleep youre starting to get.

"are you tired, ma?" he whispers in your ear.

"no... im good," you say, smiling with drowsy eyes.

he kisses the side of your head and gives your hip a little tap before moving to stand with dream.

i actually kinda like this one. i mightve made reader too much like me so im sorry... yea idk i like it so... yeaa...... comment, like, reblog idfk -Nony

[bobfloydsbabe]

illicit affairs | bob floyd x oc | mob boss au

walk the line

SUMMARY: After staying late at the office, Bob insists on walking Abby to her car.

WARNINGS: mob boss au, sexual tension, sexual thoughts. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

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A/N: This was supposed to just be a quick and easy 500 word drabble. That obviously didn't happen. Enjoy!

Bob leans back in his chair and rubs his palms against his eyes, trying to make them hurt less from staring at his laptop all night.

The Bates family has been creating problems for him for weeks. They’ve somehow blocked every permit he’s been trying to get with the city so he can finally start construction on the Belmont Street project.

Letting his hands fall away, he opens his eyes and notices the light at Abby’s desk is on.

With a furrowed brow, he pushes himself up and walks across the expanse of his office until he’s standing in the doorway.

Abby’s sitting at her desk, typing away on her keyboard, doing who knows what. He checks his watch and sees that it’s far past midnight.

“I thought you’d gone home hours ago,” he says, letting his arm fall back at his side.

She startles, making the whole table shake and her hand flies to her chest where her heartbeat is likely running wild.

“You scared me,” she tells him after collecting herself enough to look at him.

“Sorry. I thought you’d gone home,” he repeats.

She shakes her head, making a stray dark hair fall from her ponytail and rest against her cheek. “Unless you dismiss me, I don’t leave until you do, sir.”

Even after being here all day, she still looks as flawless as she did when she walked through the door that morning.

He thinks back to last week inside her apartment after the fundraiser when he’d nearly given into temptation. She’d looked perfect then, too. Cheeks flushed from the alcohol and dancing with him. Only him.

He thinks of the aide who’d dared to lay hands on his girl in full view of all the guests. Bob had only applied enough force to the kid’s hand that it would hurt for a while. Certainly not enough to break it. Abby was none the wiser, but he’d seen the kid with an ice pack on his fingers later on.

“Well, I’m heading home for the night,” he begins, looking back at Abby, who’s watching him. “So should you. I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Okay,” she agrees.

Bob goes back to his office to close up for the day and grab his suit jacket off the back of his chair. When he returns, Abby’s slipping a coat over her shoulders.

“Ready?”

She faces him with a bright smile. “Yes,” she says, and leans forward, clicking off the lamp on her desk. “All set.” She rounds the desk and heads for the elevator down the hall.

On the surface it looks like a normal corporate office with a receptionist, open floor plan with conference rooms closed off by large glass panels, a kitchenette with the essentials like a microwave and a fancy espresso machine Javy insisted they get even though he only comes by the office once a week.

Bob smiles to himself, trailing behind Abby, whose ponytail swings like a pendulum against her back, and he can’t help that his eyes wander down to her hips. Those heels drive him wild and they make her ass look fantastic.

He’s walking a fine line, and he knows it.

The elevator doors slide open right as he catches up to Abby, who moves remarkably fast in heels that high and thin.

“You coming?”

He meets her eyes, realizing he’s stopped outside the elevator. He shakes his head and joins Abby inside.

As the doors close, every one of Bob’s senses become engulfed by Abby. He feels the heat radiate off her on his skin, can practically taste the mint of her lip gloss on his tongue, hears her steady breath, and watches the rise and fall of her chest in the corner of his eye.

What gets him is the scent of her. It’s different. Darker, muskier. Sexier. Rose and a hint of vanilla, but still her.

“New perfume?” He asks, turning to face her. In the harsh overhead lighting of the elevator, he can see her cheeks warm up, and he fights the way his hand twitches, desperate to reach out and touch her skin.

He knows it’s velvety soft.

“Yeah,” she admits, not meeting his eyes. “It was time for a change.”

A hum is his only reply, making her finally meet his gaze. She looks like she wants to say more, divulge a secret she’s not supposed to, and he longs to pry it from her pretty mouth.

He takes a small step forward, testing the water to see how she reacts. She doesn’t flinch, but her eyes flicker down to the floor for a second before coming back to his.

Her cheeks burn hotter than before when she asks. “Do you like it?”

Leaning down, his lips graze her exposed neck when he inhales the scent of her. Her breath hitches, body shuddering at the touch.

He cranes his neck upward and finds Abby’s eyes trained on him, darker than usual.

Maintaining eye contact, he presses his lips to the skin of her neck. “I do,” he says and straightens his back.

Abby’s jaw is slack, and her eyes follow him as he takes another step closer. Their breathing fills the small space, but all Bob sees and feels is her.

The woman who has haunted his dreams since the moment she first stepped into his office.

His fingers twitch again, but right as he’s about to reach for her, the elevator stops moving and the doors whoosh open.

Abby jumps away from him as if burned by an invisible flame.

“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing to the open doors.

She smiles politely, wrapping her thin coat tightly around her body, and folds her arms across her torso to keep it in place. She offers him a nod as she passes and mumbles a quiet thank you.

Bob follows her out, cursing whatever powers are against him for putting Abby in his path. He’s holding onto professionalism by a thread that’s rapidly unraveling.

He’d regret it if he could, but the magnetic pull Abby has on him is something he can’t describe. There’s an inevitability in his attraction to her.

The sound of her heels echoes through the concrete parking garage. He’s watching her ponytail swing against her shoulder blades, follows it with his eyes, trying his best not to let them travel down to the swell of her ass. Again.

He realizes a beat too late that he hasn’t actually walked her to her car as much as he’s followed behind her. Now they’re at her car, a sensible black Range Rover in pristine condition, and she rifling through her purse for the keys.

He stands behind her left shoulder, catching another whiff of her intoxicating perfume. “Need help?”

“No, I got it,” she declares, proudly pulling the key out of her purse. Her smile is contagious enough that Bob feels the corners of his mouth turn upward.

She unlocks the door with a click and steps forward, but Bob reaches around her, grasping the handle before she can.

He steps forward, forcing Abby to turn around so her back is against the side of her car, facing him. Her breathing is shallow, uneven, and her eyes flitter around before landing on him.

“Sir?”

He hums as the hand that was on the door slides up behind her until his palm finds the back of her head. 

“What are you doing?” She asks, voice breathless and trembling. Anticipation hangs in the air between them, and the chilly night air does nothing to ease the tension.

A soft breeze carries her scent to his nostrils as he grasps the tie that holds her dark hair in place and pulls it. As it comes loose, Abby’s hair falls in a cascade down her back.

Her gaze holds his now, transfixed. “Why did you do that?”

Bob tosses the hair tie to the side. He slides his fingertips up her arms, reaching behind her and gently bringing her hair over her shoulders so it falls around her face instead, framing those round cheeks.

“Because I like it down,” he tells her, voice so quiet he can barely hear it himself. Abby’s chest rises and falls, and he feels it against his chest. The sensation makes his cock stir, heat spreading in his abdomen.

He sees a silent war in her eyes, and whatever she’s fighting against wins as she places a hand on his chest. She grasps his tie, but doesn’t pull at it, just holds it in her hand.

They don’t say a word. Just look at each other, daring the other to make the first move, to change whatever’s going on between them.

Bob knows what he wants. Her. He wants to kiss her neck, leave marks there and claim her as his. He wants to run his tongue along her folds as she moans and begs for him to keep going. He wants to plant himself deep inside her, make her chant his name, paint her insides with his cum, and watch her struggle to speak afterward.

The allure of having her is almost enough to make him cross that line he’s long hesitated to approach. His desire for Abby makes him vulnerable, and that’s what eventually makes him step away from her in that dimly lit parking garage.

Her hand falls from his chest. He holds the door open for her, but she remains in front of him on the ground. She draws her brows together, creating a cute indent between them, which he aches to smooth out.

“Goodnight, sir,” she finally says, hoisting herself into the driver’s seat.

He offers her a tight-lipped smile. “Goodnight, Abigail.” He closes the door and takes another step back, breathing a sigh of relief as tension leaves his body. 

The engine comes to life, and Abby offers him a small wave as she pulls out of her parking space. He doesn’t return it, but finds himself alone in the garage with the ghost of Abby’s hand still on his chest.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials his driver.

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[i-literally-cant-with-this]

This is just a little headcanon shit post. I may change my mind and add or delete people if I give it any extra thought. Also, I take appeals. So if there's someone you'd like to add or have removed, plead your case to me and we'll see what can be done. I'm flexible sometimes. This is kind of like a part 2 to Cheers To The Crazies.

Cheers To The Good Guys

Cheers to the good guys who love you so much they don't pay attention to your crazy. They let you rant and rave about how they didn't put the toilet seat // lid down. How they fucked up for the millionth time and didn't clear the microwave timer. The toilet paper is on the wrong way and the world will burn if it doesn't get fixed. A-G-A-I-N. Cheers to the good guys who still keep trying to load the dishwasher even though you've screamed at them relentlessly about how they're not going to get all of the dishes cleaned if they're piled in like that. Let's hear it for the guys who buy some chocolate and salty snicky snacks to have around the house for you when one of those goddamn cravings hits you out of nowhere. Because you know it will. And they know it will. And they know it's in their best interest to be prepared for something like this. Give it up for the good, smart, gentle and tough guys (when you need it) that love you more after you have a fight over something so fucking stupid even you forgot what it was about halfway through it. Cheers to the men who forgive you right away when you apologize for being a nutcase.

"Wh - oh my god. What the hell is this? Why are the bowls stuck together like this? Come - come here, please, baby. How are they supposed to get clean if they're basically stacked on each other like this? Exactly, they can't. So why did you - ugh. Never fucking mind." You walk to the bathroom and don't look where you're sitting and somehow still manage to make it all his fault, the seat being left up AND your utter lack of spatial awareness. "{S/O name}!!! Why do you keep leaving the toilet seat up? I damn near fell in this time!" Which only makes him laugh. It pisses you off that he's blatantly laughing at you. But you're also reminded of how beautiful his laugh is. How true and real it is. How true and real he is. He comes to the bathroom and peeks in at you, "Are you ok, y/n? I'm sorry, I'm sorry for laughing like that. But the image of your ass stuck in the cold toilet water, your legs hanging over the bowl --- ah, Jesus. S'too fuckin' hilarious to not think about, baby. Are you ok, though? Yeah? Come here, sweets. I'll rub yer bum to make you feel better after almost flushing yourself down the head. You want somethin' sweet? I grabbed your favorite candy bar the other day. Want me to get it for you? Go lay down on the bed. I'll be right there." You go lay down in your shared room and see that he's made the bed and folded the clothes (incorrectly) and put them away. Some of the hangers are backward and your OCD is raging off the charts right now. But he tried. He did it all without being asked. "Fuck. I'm a monster." You say to yourself as he comes back into the room. "What's that, baby? Did I do something wrong?" He looks at you with his sweet face and happy eyes and he's thinking about how much he loves you, no matter how much of a psychopath you are most of the time. Meeting his gaze, you start in. "You ... yeah. NO, no honey. You didn't do anything wrong. Thank you." You kiss him as you stand on your knees on the edge of the bed. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him. “Ahh, didn’t do nothin’ special.”

[hirsheyskisses]

My Fiery Roommate

Prologue.

EUSTASS KID x READER

A/N: I cut this off a bit short because it'll make starting the next chapter a bit easier.. but prologues are allowed to be weirdly cut so 😭

"301, 301.. ah, here."

You set your suit cases down and fumbled with your keys to find the key, unlocking the door and moving into the building.

Your gaze was met with empty, beyond a couch, TV, and a small kitchen with a microwave, sink, oven, and fridge. It was a decently high end apartment. According to the floor plan, the bathroom would be down the hall to the left, the larger room across from it, and the smallest bedroom at the end. You had chosen that one because of the better view- according to the lady who toured you, your roommate had chosen the bigger one, anyways. That was fine.

Lugging your bags to the small room, it was also, for the most part, empty. There was a box that held a desk your brother had bought you, and a bed in the corner. Pushing your cases by the bed, you flopped down, sighing. "So damn hot in the South.." you groaned, running a hand through your hair.

Having come from the North, you had decided that as you turned 21, you'd start a new life. There was so much.. you needed to leave behind. So you did. You'd saved up, you'd worked your ass off, and came to the South, a grand place where many successful people began. They had the best education, best work opportunities .. even if rumors had it that the people were a bit brash. Honestly though, the few people you'd had brief interactions with were absolute sweethearts, so you'd decided that rumor was a bunch of crap.

You laid there for a bit before beginning to unpack the first suitcase: clothes. You'd brought pants, shirts, and jackets (which you were beginning to think you didn't need) and the under-clothing essentials. Each piece got placed on a hook and hung on the clothing rack, save for again, the under garments, which got re-folded and placed back into the suitcase for privacy.

"Who the hell left the damn door unlocked?! Fuckin asking to get broken into."

The sound of loud footsteps broke you out of your unpacking trance, and you froze. That was a man's voice. Slowly you reached for the closest solid thing you could find, which happened to be a boot, and slowly walked over to your door.

"Consider it maybe that the other resident is here, Kid?" An exasperated, also masculine voice spoke up, and you slowly creaked open your door.

"It's a God damn safety hazard, I swear when I get my hands on him-"

You held the boot behind you as you stepped out of your room, leaving the door open in case you had to run back in. "Excuse me?" Your voice cracked, just a bit, upon realizing just how huge both men were. Both easily cleared 6' and were built like absolute tanks, and now had their full attention on you.

It seems you all were in shock, until the blonde spoke up, voice a mixture of light and gruff, "sorry. Who are you?" Bangs covered his eyes and he wore a black mask that covered the rest of his face, a polka-dot shirt and jeans being what he wore. "Im.. one of the residents. I have the papers to prove it. ...you are?"

"Fuck you mean, one of the residents?! Thought my roommate was supposed to have balls," the red haired man's voice was almost condescending. His hair held up by a red bandanna, he wore a black tank that hugged his large torso, jeans, with heavy duty looking boots. "Well I'm sorry, Jaggy, that I don't meet your expectations!" "The FUCK you call me?!"

That was a mistake. The man moved closer, clenching his fists, until he was almost right in front of you. In a moment of panic, you threw the boot you'd been holding right at his face, turned, and darted right back into your room, slamming rhe door shut and locking it.

"..YOU LITTLE SHIT!" that moment of silence was gone, with the man storming down the hall and banging his fist on your door. "Kid that's enough- you had that coming-"

You backed yourself against the bed, hand over your heart, holy shit, I just did that. HES GONNA KILL ME-

The pounding continued for a minute before you heard him storming off, slamming the door to what you assumed to be his room. A soft tap on your door caught your attention and, warily, you opened it just a crack. You were met by the blonde, who offered you your boot. Accepting it, you questiond,

"...is he gonna kill me-" your voice was barely a whisper, and the man hesitated before shaking his head. "He doesn't actually hit women unless they genuinely deserve it. Sorry about him. I'm Killer."

"...well that's not menacing at all. (Name.) I'm (Name)." You opened it a bit more to shake his hand, noting just how firm his grip was. Killer huffed, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away, "He's Eustass Kid, your actual roommate."

You hesitated for a moment before questioning, "I've heard students talking about you guys the other day on Campus."

"...we've got a bit of a reputation."

"... should I be worried?"

"No."

"KILLER GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! I can hear ya talking to that damn pipsqueak!" Killer tensed as Kid's voice, shrugging at you, "see ya around." Before retreating to Kids room to assist the man in unpacking.

You shut the door again, feeling relief that atleast Killer seemed decent. A deep breath, it's gonna be a long year...

You'd finished packing a few hours prior, and had been laying on your bed listening to music, watching as the sky grew darker and darker until you decided it was time to call it a night. Moving to the bathroom, you began to run hot water in the sink as you prepared your tooth brush, when the door opening had you shrinking.

"..move over." Was all the man said, holding what you recognized as the bathroom essentials- toothbrush, brush, ..was that lipstick? Actually getting a good look at him, you realized he wore red lipstick with dark eyeliner.

"Jeez. For all you know I coulda been taking a piss." You grumbled, moving over none the less, moving to brush your teeth. "You'd better fuckin lock the door when you do, then. Clearly you need a lesson in that." Kid growled, setting his stuff down and also readying his own toothbrush for use..

"Yeah yeah.. I left the front door unlocked so the next person wouldn't struggle so much getting their bags in." Your responded, voice a bit muffled by the teeth brusher, and he scoffed. "Bullshit. You forgot, Pipsqueak."

"Whatever makes you feel better, Jaggy." For a moment you both went about your business, you finishing up the teeth brushing and beginning to wash your face with the hot water.

"Hey. Your name." "What?" You glanced at Kid, who was currently glaring at you, "you heard me. Give me your name." He growled, and you, with a dripping wet face, responded, "(Name). It's (Name)."

"Eustass Kid." "I know, Killer told me." He scoffed, spitting into the sink as you dried your face, him moving to wash his makeup off. "Behind you," you stated, slipping behind him to reach the door, and Kid inched forward a bit, seeing as it was a cramped bathroom. He was clearly tired, so you were gonna assume that's why he was being nice.

"..in the living room, 8. Any class?" "No?" You replied, confuses, "good. Because if your ass ain't in the living room by then, I'm dragging your ass out of bed."

You tensed, arms crossing. "Mind fuckin' explainin'? Cuz I don't enjoy the idea of hanging out with you." Kid grabbed a towel and began to dry his now make-up less face, pulling down his headband so it rest around his neck. His hair looked better when it was down, you decided. "So we can go over the damn roommate rules. Killer told me it was a fuckin thing or something. It makes sense." That caught you by surprise, nodding your head in agreement. "Rule 1, dont drag me out of bed or ill twist your balls."

Kid froze, and you could almost see the gears turning in his head, and then, "..think I'd rather ya kick em."

"You don't get that blessing, I'm not an angel in the morning. Now if you'll excuse me, Jaggy, I need to get my beauty sleep."

As you turned you glanced back at him, "gnight." He was still scowling, teeth clenched, "tch." Kid clicked his tongue and moved to exit the bathroom, and you both made your way to your rooms for sleep.

[xclusivedesires]

🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋☀️🌴💋

‼️smut warning ‼️ 18+ only

Beach Vibes

part 3

Once we reach the shoreline Chris places me back down, sliding me over his body until my feet reach the soft sand. He pulls me into his chest and gives me a soft kiss with his plushy lips. The warmth of his lips and the sun beaming on my skin all feels so amazing.

“Common, let’s go eat.” he says grabbing my hand and leading the way back to the beach house. He looks back at me, squinting against the sun as it kisses the freckles on his face. He has an innocent, boyish appearance that makes me want to know more about him.

He opens the sliding patio door “ladies first.” he says while gesturing for me to enter as he trails behind me. He smacks my ass as I walk through the threshold and I let out a squeak. He chuckles in response as he steps inside behind me.

He pulls out a chair at the kitchen island and then lifts me up onto it. He steps closer to me and wraps his arms around my waist, grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. I move my hands into his hair and he looks up at me with those piercing blue eyes as I stare back, unable to look away.

“Do you know what I want to do to you right now (y/n)?” he says squeezing my ass.

“I don’t Chris, but I can’t wait for you to show me.” I reply, leaning in and biting his bottom lip.

The tension continues building between us again.

Chris pulls himself away from me and saunters over to the fridge. He starts pulling out trays of food, fresh fruit, cured meats, cheese, crackers, pickles, and veggies. It’s quite the spread laid out on the island. He pours us each some sparkling water and hands me a plate.

“Better eat up and get some energy for what’s coming.” he suggests and he smirks at me. His words and that mischievous grin makes me tingle to my core.

He sits across from me and we both eat from the charcuterie board.

“This is really good Chris, did you make it?” I ask.

“Nah, I had it made for us.” he replies shoving a piece of cheese in his beautiful mouth.

I focus on that mouth and can’t wait to see what else it can do. I lick my lips, deep in thought about the potential scenarios to come. I want those lips all over my body.

He reaches for a dish and brings it over to the microwave to heat up. As he's standing near the microwave I spy on him, watching the muscles in his back as he reaches his arms up to stretch. He's so fine, I can't wait to feel him inside me. Suddenly the microwave beeps and he brings the dish back over and sets it between us. It's melted chocolate. He grabs a fresh, ripe strawberry from the fruit platter and dips it in the chocolate.

"Try this." he says bringing the berry to my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around it before wrapping my lips around the berry and sucking the chocolate off while looking at him. Then I take a bite, leaving him left with the stem in his fingers.

"mmmmmm so good." I say in a low voice.

I see his eyes widen as he stares at my mouth.

I angle toward him and take his lips with mine. He splits my lips with his tongue, tasting the chocolate. I pull away and he holds my gaze.

"Tastes sweet, I want some more." he asserts as he reaches for the bowl of melted chocolate "I wanna lick it off you." he says and he dips his finger into the bowl and drags it across my bottom lip. He licks my bottom lip and then sucks it in between his teeth biting down lightly, sucking the rest of the chocolate off.

I grab his hand and suck the chocolate off his finger while he watches me.

We begin kissing again and I feel his excitement flowing through me. His tongue moves rhythmically with mine as he explores my mouth, tasting me. The sensation of his tongue against mine is addictive. I don't want it to end, but I also want to feel his tongue everywhere else on my body. I get carried away in the kiss and moan into his mouth. He grabs me, pulling me impossibly close to him and moans back into the kiss. I feel like I'm in another world.

He reaches around and unties my bikini top from the back and around my neck while we kiss. He pulls the fabric away from my chest tossing on the floor somewhere. The coolness of the room brushes over my nipples making them hard, I shiver in response. He presses his chest up against mine, our bare skin touching. I welcome the warmth of his body on mine as he wraps his arms around me.

He separates from the kiss and grabs the bowl of chocolate. He slowly and carefully tips the bowl over my nipples, dripping warm chocolate on them and some falls down onto my stomach and my thighs. He puts the bowl on the counter and looks at me with a smirk. He bends down to lick chocolate off my thigh and looks up at me with lust in his eyes. He appears eager to clean me up with his tongue. His wet tongue on my thigh is making me hungry for more. He sucks the chocolate off my skin creating a bruise where his mouth was. He kisses the mark softly and moves up to my stomach, using his tongue to lick the streak of chocolate off my belly. My hands move to his hair as he makes his way up to my tits. He laps the underside of my breast, sucking gently until he gets to my hardened, chocolate covered peak. Sucking the chocolate off me and gently taking my nipple in his teeth, I let out a gasp and he looks up at me with a devilish grin. He moves to the other side, making sure to lick and suck all the chocolate off that side, flicking my nipple with his perfect tongue. He makes his way up to my face, licking his lips when he gets close.

"That tastes good, but I bet your pussy tastes even better." he whispers against my lips before pressing his supple lips against mine. I can feel myself dripping into my bikini bottoms. Imagining that perfect pink tongue eating me out, I need it more than anything.

He grabs my ass, lifting me off the chair and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me through the open concept house, through the living room and over to the large bed. He lays me down on the bed and hovers over top of me. Our faces are close, his eyes turn dark and he looks at me with hooded lids.

He kisses my cheek and moves down to my neck, laying soft kisses over my skin. With his mouth near my ear he whispers "I'm gonna devour your pussy." and his tongue trails down my neck. He splays gentle kisses over my collar bone. I'm squirming underneath him, impatient to feel his mouth on my aching core.

"Chris..." I groan.

"Yeah ma?" he questions me.

"I need you." I beg, losing my patience.

"Be patient ma, I'm gonna make ya feel so good, I can't wait to taste you." he says in a hushed tone.

He moves to my tits, kissing them, then sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Grabbing my other breast while he gives attention one. He moves back and forth between the two, sucking and licking. It all feels good, too good and when I think I can't take anymore he starts flicking my nipples with his tongue and I feel like I could cum just from this. I don't know if it's because he's so hot, or if it's because of the things he's saying to me, or if its that I believe he's out of my league and its unbelievable to me how into me he is. It's all too much for me to comprehend right now. All I know is this feels amazing and I never want it to end.

I look down and watch what he's doing to me and his dedication to his task is unbelievably hot. I think he can feel my eyes on him because he looks up and catches me looking. The darkness in his eyes sends a flash heat through me.

"Do you feel good (y/n)?" he inquires.

"You're driving me crazy Chris." I admit as I reach down and interlace my fingers into his hair.

He kisses his way down my belly, his lips feel soft against my skin. I sit up on my elbow so I can watch him. He reaches the top of my bikini bottoms with his lips and he settles himself between my legs. He looks up at me with a smirk as he unties the sides of my bottoms, maintaining eye contact. I smirk back and feel my cheeks flush. I lift my bum up and he slides the fabric out from under me and tosses it aside. Now I’m laying completely naked in front of him. His eyes trace over me, landing between my legs and he leans in and gives my pussy a soft kiss.

“So pretty.” he whispers as he moves his mouth down the edges of my folds, kissing me everywhere but where I desperately need him. He teases me with his breath over my core, gently brushing his lips over my folds. He uses his fingers to tickle my thighs and then he brings them down to spread open my folds.

“So wet for me.” he says before giving my pussy a long languid lick from bottom to top, ending at my clit. I toss my head back and let out a breath because his tongue feels so good.

“You taste so fucking good…” he groans before giving my pussy an open mouth kiss and I look back down at him devouring me as he said he would.

He’s kissing my pussy like it’s my mouth and he looks so good doing it. Watching him is making me hot. He looks like he’s really into it and it definitely feels like he’s done this quite a few times. His confidence is so sexy. Before I have time to think any further he levels up by using his tongue to circle my clit and I moan out his name. His hands wrap under my legs, around my hips and rest on my stomach. He holds me in place before he starts flicking my clit, his wet tongue feels like heaven. He makes sure to lap up any wetness that he’s creating and his tongue delves into my opening. He explores me inside with his tongue and as he pulls his tongue back out he slides two fingers inside me and moves back up to flick my clit with his tongue.

“Holy fuck Chris!” I exclaim and I grip his hair with my hands.

His tongue moves faster and so do my breaths. That euphoric feeling creeps in and the tension mounts deep inside me.

He opens his mouth more and gently sucks my pussy, concentrating on my clit. His mouth moves slowly and methodically. The way he’s sucking and licking me feels like pussy worship, if this was church I wouldn’t miss a Sunday! He’s making me so hot.

He alternates between sucking, licking and flicking with his tongue and I’m turning into a melting, moaning mess. The tension rises and everything he’s doing feels perfect and amazing. He changes up his game according to my reaction and I feel like he’s very connected to me and knows exactly what feels good for me.

“Oh my God Chris, you eat my pussy so good!” I commend him and he moans into me as he keeps up the task. He fucks me with his fingers, pumping them in and out faster and flicking my clit with his tongue. Now I’m pulling his hair and I’m unable to control the sounds coming out of me. I can feel my orgasm building and getting closer.

“Oh my God! Don’t stop…you’re gonna make me cum soon…fuck…” I say and I look down at him. He looks up at me continuing his pace. Watching him finger fuck me and use his tongue to lick me is unbearable to look at, I honestly can’t handle it. What pushes me over the edge though is his eyes looking up at me, his ridiculously beautiful, sexy eyes pleading with me to cum for him. The sight of it accelerates my climax and I feel it speeding toward the point of no return. I can’t put together an intelligible phrase at this point because I’m cumming before I can even tell him.

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” I groan out as my legs shake through my orgasm. I make sure to keep eye contact because I know he likes to watch me while I cum. His brow is furrowed as he watches me release and I imagine his gaze is mirroring my own. I’m sure I must have just as intense of a look on my face because I’m cumming so hard under his tongue.

He slows his tongue and fingers as I come down from my high and sucks up all my wetness. He pulls away from me and his face is glistening with my cum. He takes his fingers out of me and brings them up to my mouth.

“Taste yourself.” he demands as he shoves his fingers into my mouth. I suck on them as he watches. He makes his way up to my face and kisses me passionately. I taste more of myself on his tongue.

“I love watching you cum.” he says with his lips brushing against mine before he leans into the kiss again.

As he’s kissing me he sinks his pelvis in between my legs and grinds into me. I reach down to his waistband and try to tug it down but it’s hard to reach.

“Take your shorts off.” I insist and he reaches his hand down to pull them down. He shimmies them down to his ankles and kicks them off to the floor. Now we’re both completely naked.

“I wanna feel you inside me.” I say as I grab his face in my hands. He smashes his lips against mine and the kiss becomes messy. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me and sliding along my slickness.

He grabs his dick and starts rubbing the tip on my slick folds. He rubs himself over my very sensitive clit.

“Please Chris….” I beg.

“Please what pretty girl? You gotta tell me what you want.” he teases and he keeps rubbing himself over my folds.

“Please fuck me, I need you inside me now.” I demand.

With that he gets up onto his knees so he can see what he’s doing and he spreads my legs open. He leans over and spits on my pussy, continuing to rub the tip over me and he watches himself as he slides his dick into me. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain. His bites in his bottom lip and lets out a heavy, shaky breath through his nose. I let out a moan at the same time as I feel him stretching me open. His dick is bigger than I’m used to. He stills himself inside me looking up at me.

“You good?” he asks showing genuine concern.

“Yeah I’m okay, you’re just really big.” I say and I’m actually worried for myself.

“I’ll go slow for you, just tell me if you want me to stop.” he says as he reaches down to brush his thumb across my cheek.

“Okay Chris.” I say and I feel emotional because he’s being so sweet.

He maintains eye contact with me as he starts to slide in and out of me slowly. He lets out a hiss and so do I. I feel more full than I’ve ever felt and it feels amazing. I prop myself on my elbows so I can look down and watch him gliding in and out of me. Watching it and feeling it at the same time is so hot. He’s looking too and it’s turning me on so much. My breath is shaky and deeper than before. I let out a quiet whimper when I feel him fill me up and our eyes meet again.

“You can go faster.” I encourage him.

He leans over more so his arms are on either side of me and he lowers his face closer to mine. I wrap my hands around his biceps and I can feel the muscles flexing as he holds himself up. His lips are brushing against mine as he starts to pump in and out of me faster than before. The sensation making my eyes roll back.

“Fuuuuck.” he groans and the combination of his voice, his smell, his arm muscles rippling under my hands and his dick pushing into me is making me feel insane. His face though, my God! His face is fucking beautiful and they was he looks when he feels good is enough to make me pass out.

I squeeze his arms and let out a wavering moan. Our breaths are mingling, his lips gently close in on mine and he picks up the pace of his thrusts. The fullness and satisfaction I feel from his dick is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My hands slide to his back and I dig my nails into his back muscles. He deepens the kiss and moans into my mouth. I feel myself slipping into another dimension. I can hear the sound of how wet I am and hear our skin slapping together. He pulls away from the kiss and dips his face to my neck, licking and sucking my skin.

“Does it feel good?” he asks, making sure I’m okay.

“It feels so fucking good.” I assure him.

He gets back up onto his knees and he grabs a pillow and tells me to lift up my ass, sliding it under me. His hands move to grasp my hips and he starts slamming into me hard and fast. It’s an overwhelming, intense sensation that has me screaming unintelligible words. His jaw has gone slack and his cheeks are flushed. He’s breathing heavy as he pounds into me relentlessly. I can feel myself drenching him as I squeeze around his length.

“Can feel you squeezin’ me, you’re so tight Ma.” he says in his sexy deep voice.

“You’re fillin’ me up so good Chris.” I manage to whine out.

I can see beads of sweat forming on his brow and he slows his pace, looking down to watch his dick slide almost all the way out before slipping back in. Watching him watch himself is so hot. He pick up the pace again and digs his fingers into my hips pulling me into him. He looks at me with a furrowed brow and lick his lips. The way he looks is like the best pornographic screen shot of anyone’s face I’ve ever seen.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot.” I groan and he thrusts into me harder. He reaches up to my tits, grabbing them and using them to anchor himself as he pumps in and out of me.

“Fuck, stop talking Ma, you’re gonna make me bust.” he says and he pulls out of me.

I roll off the pillow and tell him to sit back against the headboard. He does as I ask and places some pillows behind his back. I feel his eyes burning into me as I move to straddle him. I grasp his hard cock and lower myself into it. I throw my head back at how good it feels and he lets out a groan. His hands move to my tits again as I start bouncing on his dick. It feels amazing and I lean in and kiss him, teasing him with my tongue as I feel him reaching for mine with his. He uses his thumbs and fingers to play with my nipples while we fuck and kiss. I bounce up and down faster and harder.

“Slow down, you’re gonna make me cum (y/n).” he says and hearing him say my name makes me feral. I want to go harder but I don’t want him to cum yet either. I slow down and sit down more on his dick, wrapping my legs around him. Now I can glide back and forth over him slowly. I tilt my pelvis forward more and I can feel my clit being stimulated on him. I grab his shoulders to stabilize my self and I rest my forehead against his as I try to get off. We’re both sweating at this point and he’s rolling my nipples with his fingers.

“I like hearing you say my name.” I tell him.

He looks at me as I grind into him making sure his dick slides in and out at an agonizing pace.

“You like when I say your name (y/n)?” he says in a husky voice and I melt against him.

“Your pussy feels so good (y/n). I wanna watch you cum on my dick.” he says and he gives my lips a lick. I kiss him fervently, our tongues dancing together. My hands move to his hair, it’s damp with sweat and I use my fingers to push it back out of his face. I look at him and he has got to be the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He looks at me with hooded lids and parted lips.

“Will you help me cum Chris?” I plead “I need you to touch me.”

He doesn’t waste any time reaching down to my clit with his thumb and rubbing circles on it. I can immediately tell this won’t take long. In fact, I have to close my eyes to regain some sense of composure so I don’t cum too quick. Looking at him is not helping me hold off. He’s fucking gorgeous and his eyes are sucking me into another world.

He grips my hip with his other hand and pushes me back and forth as he rubs me. He’s urging me to go faster so I do.

“Open your eyes (y/n).” he tells me.

I open my eyes and lock in on him. I feel myself spirally toward my climax. I’m literally a moaning mess right now and so is he. His thumb moves vigorously over me and I speed up my thrusts. He’s biting his lip and his eyebrows are knit together and I know he’s getting just as close as I am. I can feel his dick throbbing in me. Our eyes don’t leave each others.

“Fuck Chris…I’m gonna cum again.” I say and my movements become more ragged.

“Yeah Ma, cum on my dick, I’m gonna cum with you.” he says and his words push me over the edge.

I start to cum and the lead up to it makes me hot and overwhelmed before I even climax. I’m whimpering as I rush toward euphoria. I feel his dick get harder as I start to clench around it. We both start cumming at the same time and I’m practically crying as I quiver on top of him. He lets out a guttural moan and squeezes my hip. I scream out his name. Our eye contact never wavers and his face is the best thing I have ever seen. His expression is beautiful and seductive, I’m committing it to memory. I shake on top of him as he grabs my hip and slows my pace.

We rest our foreheads together as we both come down from the high, breathing heavy.

“Damn (y/n), that was crazy.” he says sounding surprised.

“Facts. We need to do that again.” I say giving him a lazy smile.

He smirks back and presses his pouty lips on mine.

[nighterwriter]

Waiting for You

Jason Todd x reader

Word Count: 783

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It was late. Jason knew that as soon as Gotham fell into its momentary lull before the burst of early morning workers trying to make it to work before the streets were full of traffic, and the sidewalks were jammed with businesspeople and average joes starting their day.

He slipped into the bedroom through the window, sighing as he slipped his boots off, placing them in their designated corner, and disengaging his helmet. He frowned as he glanced toward the empty bed. Usually, you'd already be asleep, and he'd have to pry his pillow from your ironclad grip in your half-asleep state. But you were gone. Taking a deep breath, he started to trek through the apartment, checking its crooks and crannies for you (he doesn't know how you get yourself into such tight spaces, all he knows is that he's impressed.) The bathroom, the office, and the living room were devoid of your presence, leaving only one location. He quietly lumbered towards the kitchen, only to stop abruptly at its entrance.

You had a hand tucked under your head as you quietly snored on the kitchen table, dinner left cold and untouched, and dessert waiting on the counter. And by the look of the pots and pans left soaking in the sink and the 'secret' notepad you'd use to write down Jason's favorite recipes, you'd spent most of your time cooking and waiting for him.

"Sweetheart." You hummed, eyes still closed. "Baby, I'm gonna move ya, 'kay?"

"S'okay." You grumbled out, turning into Jason as he gently picked you up, and grimacing at the feeling of his hard chest plate under your head. "Why're you like this?"

Jason snorted, moving your head to rest higher. "I just got back."

"Want some food?"

"Did you eat any of it?"

"Was waiting for you."

Jason closed his eyes as guilt twisted up from his chest and into his throat. "I told you not to do that. You're starving yourself, waiting on me."

"Yeah I know, but I had a dream of you sitting on your own in the kitchen and it made me sad." Jason bit his lip as you clutched the lip of his chest plate when he tried to put you on the bed. "Sitting there alone, in the dark. I don't wanna see you like that. Ever."

He could blame your delirium on the lack of food in your system or the fitful sleep you'd forced yourself into, but something tightened in his throat when he realized that you were just like that. You were always overthinking the most minor things, never wanting Jason to be faced with something that would cause him any problems. You were each other's rhyme and reason, but it seemed that all he could do was come up with lousy excuses and half-ass his way through the day. And you still loved him for it. Because he was there with you. And it didn't matter what you were doing, whether it was the simple act of sitting next to each other or going out. The feeling of warmth and the stability he provided you was enough.

"Okay let's get you under the covers before you start talking about Flowers for Algernon."

"He was just a mouse." You choked out, leaning into Jason's palm as he cupped your face.

"And you're a crybaby when you don't eat or sleep." He stood and unclipped his holsters. "Give me ten minutes and, I'll be back with some snacks. We'll eat dinner tomorrow. I promise."

"I have work."

"Don't go in."

Sensing Jason's guilt, you just nodded and grabbed his hand to kiss his glove-covered knuckles. "Okay."

True to his word, Jason took a quick shower and stored his suit before returning to the bedroom with a plate full of various snacks. You were fighting the overwhelming wave of sleep as he slipped under the covers and raised a cracker to your mouth. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you nibbled on the salty square as the two of you sat there soaking in each other's presence.

You didn't care how many nights you'd fallen asleep on the couch or in the bath. How many times you'd put dinner in the microwave. Because there was something about moments like this. Small moments. Vulnerable moments with the man you loved who'd devote his entire life to you if you'd let him. You'd wait on Jason Todd coming through the window every night if it meant he was the last person you saw when you went to sleep and the first person you saw when you woke up.

Because that's how it worked with him. And you wouldn't change it for anything.

[goth-mami-writer]

JJK one-shot below⬇️⬇️

Soooo. I don't usually post the body of my fics here, but this is one I worked on for a babe of mine. @short-honey-badger

Toji × OC (FemOC is his neighbor) "Dirty Dishes"

Mera used the key under his mat to sneak into his apartment that afternoon after she trotted up their conjoined steps. His Doordash order had been sitting since she'd ran down to the main office to grab her mail. He probably got hung up on the phone again in the car and she knew that he hated cold rice.

She let herself into his apartment, moving aside the empty boxes of takeout by the door that were now stacked into a tower where his trash can was overflowing. Toji was great at what he did, putting bounties on sorcerers and hunting them down, so it made sense that he never had time to clean. But her nose crinkled in disgust every time she was in here. 

On her own accord or not. 

She moved the take out boxes to the side and set the lukewarm rice bowl in the microwave only to find another bowl of cereal that clearly had been sitting for days due to the chunky cornflakes liquefied to the bottom. 

“Are you fucking-? Why is a bowl of cereal-” Mera spat before the smell hit her dead on as it wafted from the microwave, “Oh my GOD!!!” 

She moved the bowl of cereal and didn't care if he came back to find her in his apartment or not, this was no way to live. 

She and Toji would sometimes chat in hallways as they passed each other on the way home. He was always somewhat…civil. He did grunt and roll his eyes a lot but it was something she found friendly. But there wasn't anything else that she could call a close relationship. Besides one incident where she was locked out of her apartment in which Toji spent the entire night with a hairpin and a lockpick to help her back inside. The entire time, she balled herself up by the doorstep, hating her day already without this shit happening but Toji found sympathy and picked the lock before it looked like she might start crying. 

Everything after that night seemed to be somewhat unsaid and unspoken though Mera seemed not to mind. However, Toji picked up on it right away. There were glances and feelings shared between them, though he'd never be the first to admit it. 

She began washing some of his dirty dishes in the sink as she heated up his order of fried rice and then began clearing the trash away from his door. After she began tidying his small breakfast table so he'd at least have a space to eat his rice, she didn't notice the door opening. Toji's face sneered in defense as he crept inside, not knowing who had snuck into his apartment. He didn't think the door was broken into so he wondered who the hell knew about his key. 

He held his short spear over his head, entering the kitchen ready to strike down what he thought to be a very crafty yet unlucky intruder until he saw Mera standing nonchalant at his table. 

“Jesus!” He said after losing a breath, huffing out in relief, “Courtesy text would be nice, dickface! Coulda killed your ass!” 

“Courtesy text?” She scoffed turning around, wondering if he'd even say thank you for all the work that was indeed a courtesy, “Fucker, I've found you on my couch eating my leftovers!” 

“You offered them to me!” 

“Yeah! Like 12 hours before and you left me on read!” 

He rolled his eyes with his nose crimped in defeat before he asked if she ate his Doordash and she presented the now warm take out bowl, explaining that it was just left on his doorstep to get cold and he tossed down the short spear onto the counter top before nearly scooting her aside to begin digging in. 

He placed a hefty spoonful of fried rice in his mouth before asking,

“So ugh…what are you doing?” 

He watched as she began gathering her small cinch bag that she'd brought in, and she asked, not quite understanding what he meant, 

“Ugh… leaving?” 

“Nah- I mean-” Toji said amid a mouthful as he leaned over the counter with his elbows planted on the granite as they spoke, 

“Like what are you doing coming in here and being all nice and shit. Ya ain't my old lady?” 

“Well, I mean- you helped me get my door unlocked. I figured… why not help you out a little?” 

Toji found a curious look on his face that slowly grew into a grin that was painted maliciously across his lips. His scarred mouth curved up, snickering under his breath as he stood straight up to further the point he was about to make. 

Mera narrowed her eyes to his changed demeanor, one that seemed ready for a challenge. He leaned himself infront of the counter where she stood waiting for him to explain the shitty grin he was holding and he said lowly with a rumble in his throat, 

“Helping me out a little…would've been throwing my food in the door or setting it on the counter then dipping. You came in and did this whole song and dance in my nasty ass kitchen. So I'm just wondering….why?” 

Mera face blushed and Toji noticed with an entertained smirk beginning to grow as he knew the answer already just by the demure look on her face now, 

“What are you sweetenin me up for, Mer?”  

“I.. am..not.” Mera grumbled with her mouth tight, trying not to let him see the truth even as it slowly became written across her telling expression. 

“You're not?” Toji teased, now only an inch from her face, peering down to her from his immense height. 

“No-” 

“So-” Toji said after a swipe of his tongue across his bottom lip almost daringly, “If I kissed you on your smart-ass mouth, It’d just be another stupid Tuesday, huh?” 

Meras's heart pounded in her chest with a rhythm she swore the tenants three floors down could hear if they listened. Toji smiled widely with a deviousness, knowing she'd never admit it to his face. But hell, he didn't need a word after a little flustered blush like that. He reached in the front pocket of his sweat pants and presented something swinging in his grip. 

“Went down to the main office, by the way.” He said as he revealed a keyring with two new metal keys jingling from a metal loop, 

“Got you some extra keys so your forgetful ass doesn't get locked out at midnight again.” 

Her face changed away from the flattered redness into complete shock. She never assumed that he'd be the one to actually help her besides that favor of unlocking her door but he actually thought of her this way and it was endearing. Her smile grew a little more sweet instead of frazzled and she reached forward for the keys, 

“Thank you, I appreci-” 

Toji's hand closed around the keys, stopping her mid sentence from retrieving them and she moved her eyes to his. He evilly smiled again but this time with hidden intention. He remained completely silent as his arm moved up, holding the keys just out of her reach and stepped that one inch closer to put them chest to chest now.  

“Come on-” He purred daringly with a wink, “I know ya ain't that damn short.” 

Mera lost a breath, knowing exactly what he was trying to do and she moved, becoming fearless for a moment to match his cocky, teasing attitude that lit her aflame. She stood on her tippy toes, becoming only a breath away from his lips as her fingers reached upward but suddenly as she met his gaze, those keys were the least of her worries. 

Toji felt his smile trembling now with pride and as if he dared her with a glint of his dark gaze, Mera closed her own eyes as they met at the lips. Toji kissed her deeply, holding his free hand to her waist to pull her in with a tender roughness by the small belt loop on her hip. 

Mera eased back down to her resting height away from propping up on her toes and Toji ducked his head down to keep them joined in a kiss that seemed to be climbing. As he tasted her lips, becoming a little caught up in the way she lapped against his mouth bravely now, he tossed the house keys to the tile to free both his hands. 

He placed Mera onto the counter, still wrapped warmly in a deep, sensual kiss and she locked her ankles behind his waist. After a tender bite to her lip, both of them breathed heavily as they shared a glance, knowing they wanted more of each other. 

Toji kissed her again, moving with more intention as he cupped her jaw in his calloused hands that were rough against her skin. His tongue flicked across her lips, tempting her to give him more and softly she moaned beneath her breath and Toji grinned widely to hear her enjoy it.

They parted with heavy, chugging breaths heaving away from their mouths. Toji swallowed in a gulp, feeling the need to fix his waistband after a kiss like that, and he did so slyly. Mera fanned her red face with her hand only for a moment as she gained a breath, stepping down from being sat atop his kitchen island. He reached into the floor, properly handing over her keys, and he asked after clearing his throat, knowing she probably wanted to be nonchalant about what just happened, 

“What ugh- what are you doing later on?” 

“Like-? Tonight?” Mera asked just to be clear, and Toji remarked smartly in a scoff, 

“Yeah, dipstick. I don't mean next week?” 

She rolled her eyes, trying not to let herself laugh at his replies too much knowing it'd just feed into his ego. Her work needed her to cover a shift that night but she'd be home around the normal time. Toji nodded putting his hands into the pocket of his sweatshirt with a shrug, 

“I was askin’ cause…I dunno..I'm not doing anything later and yanno..if you-” 

He stopped mid sentence knowing that his face was warming up with every word further, not to mention he was stuttering. Mera giggled and closed the gap between them to say, hoping he wouldn't mind her finishing his thinking, 

“I don't care if we hang out. But..why don't you come up to my place? Not that I don't love yanno, week old ramen and a mountain of beer cans-” 

“I didn't exactly invite you in here, asshole. So cut me a fucking break.” He mentioned watching Mera start for the door after checking her watch with a chuckle. 

“Hey-” Toji said, hoping to stop her before she left. 

Mera turned, waiting for him to speak with her hand holding the doorknob. Toji gave a short glance to the floor, knowing these words were gonna roll off his tongue like lava but they needed to be said. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and said in a grumble, 

“Thank you…for..coming in here. Cleaning and shit.” 

Mera nodded with a low snicker, knowing that was probably the best she was going to get in terms of a sincere thank-you and she opened his door, mentioning with a wink of her own before leaving, 

‘Don't mention it. Just…thank me later I guess.” 

“Easy there.” Toji said with a wide smile, loving that she was getting a little more spunk. 

She closed the door, knowing she needed to hurry and get ready for her shift at work, but her face was still brightly lit. She would've expected the kiss before the ‘Thank You.’ In a way, she hoped maybe his apartment would stay on the messier side. It seemed to give her a good excuse to sneak in for more time alone with him. But the real thing that was giving her butterflies was thinking of what was going to happen later that night. 

[weepingguitar1968]

The Who x You - Breakfast went wrong...

It was 6:30 in the morning and you were hungry, so you went to the kitchen.

You noticed someone there... he looked like a stranger.

But you decided to go over and make sure... Wait... it was John.

"What are you doing?". At that moment the spoon fell out of his hand.

"JESUS CHRIST" he looked seriously scared. It's the first time you've seen him like this...You noticed that he was mixing cereal with... jelly.

“I understand that you like drinking with Keith, Pete and Roger, but to confuse jelly with milk?" You were surprised even though you had seen worse things.

For example, a few days ago you saw Moonie trying to kill Roger with a plastic knife.

With a fucking plastic knife.

You thought nothing would surprise you. By the time.

"Why are you doing that?" you asked and John showed you where to sit.

"Let me start with the fact that after the last drinking, Keith threw up on my bass. And he left the flakes in the night, and as revenge I wanted to drown them in jelly."

He explained and you laughed. "and I seriously thought Keith was the master of revenge".

"Well, now I will take this title away from him."

He smiled and finished what he started. Suddenly Roger entered the kitchen. Half asleep.

"Hey. Did you sleep?" you asked Roger, and he almost fell to the floor.

You belayed him until he sat down at the small table. "I didn't ask anything..." you said.

"he couldn't sleep. He was afraid that Moonie would come to him again with that plastic knife" John said, placing the bowl next to the microwave.

Roger practically fell asleep at the table. You rubbed Roger's back a little. "Poor Roger... We have to start locking Keith in his room at night. It'll be safer that way."

"Roger, I've got my revenge on that little bastard for trying to stab you with a plastic knife.".

"what have you done?" the singer asked, then you replied, "he mixed Moonie's cereal with the jelly."

Roger, less sleepy, got up to look at the bowl. "Not bad, buddy. This fucker will get you too." Roger stated, and the bassist replied, keeping his face calm, "He won't get me if we lock him in his room at night."

And at that moment Pete walked into the kitchen. He didn't look tired. He functioned normally, did not drink anything and slept at night.

He took the box of cereal and tried to pour it into a separate bowl, which none of the three of you noticed.

He wanted to pour in the cereal.

He poured out the laxative pills...

"Hahaha... very funny. Why did you want to poison me? He asks you, squinting his eyes slightly. "Oh god. It was for Keith. I wanted to take revenge on him. Leave it and just sit down. We are waiting for him."

Pete sat down, talking with you about Moonie. "There's even a key box with the key to his room," said Pete, slowly understanding the seriousness of the situation.

What if Moonie does something worse?

Nobody knew that.

John stood there, pretending to be doing something at the microwave. That he's warming food or something.

And finally our wonderful drummer came, full of joy of life.

"Good morning everyone!" Moon said happily. You and Roger looked at him displeasedly.

After all, it's all his fault.

Keith walked over to the counter and looked into his bowl. He acted shocked for a moment.

But then he did what what no one expected.

He walked up to John and pulled his ass pants down with great force.

John screamed, kicked Moonie in the balls, pulled his pants up and then screamed again, "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?".

"Sorry, but you won't take away my title of best joker"

Roger, you and Pete almost fell off your chairs laughing.

Moonie took the box of cereal tested by then unaware Pete. He poured it into the second bowl.

Plan B.

Moonie starts chasing John around the house, you take one of the laxative pills and put it in Moonie's water bottle in his room.

You've been waiting for quite a long time. After 3 minutes it dissolved. Now you just shake, you leave his room, you signal to John, and John throws Keith over his shoulder and pushes him into the room, locking it.

You and John give each other a high five and head to the kitchen.

Roger and Pete were to secure/remove all sharp items. So that the situation with Roger doesn't happen again. When everything was secured, you could let Moonie go.

John stood with his ass against the table, Roger went to put on something normal, Pete was sitting in the bathroom, and you were talking to John.

Keith took ketchup from the table and poured baking soda there.

He shook it and left it on the table.

And he walked happily towards his room.

A moment later, you made everyone (except Mooni) fries. You took ketchup, unaware of anything, and poured it on everyone. John, Pete, Roger and yourself.

Keith started laughing at his satanic act.

Roger got up and went to Moonie's room. ''Idiot, look what you did''

Moonie laughed even more. Roger kicked him hard in the shin, leaving Moonie's room happy :)

Moonie: *screaming* I'M GOING TO SHIT.

[shveris]

FU inside my head

mysta felt like a fool but he could always count on shu to respond so he wouldn’t be foolish alone.

tags: top!mysta, bottom!shu, shu gets bent over the kitchen counter, misunderstandings, ass eating

mysta was pent up, way too pent up. it’s been a while since the detective felt that unresolved feeling of impatience inside his chest, holding his nerves in a tight grip (so close to snapping them), to a point he had to sneakily go to a pharmacy to restock on his valerian pills like some sick addict.

and now, after waking up at the ungodly hours of 2:40 in the afternoon, stepping into the big bathroom across his room, his sunset eyes immediately fixated on that plump, perky, perfectly shaped ass of his best friend. shu was slightly bent over the sink, face closer to the mirror mounted to the wall — he was applying his eyeliner with the most concentrated look. he was only wearing his boxers and a cropped tank top; the detective figured he must’ve also just gotten out of bed himself.

“mornin’ mysta”, the sorcerer mumbled without stopping in his motion. mysta slapped himself mentally, what the fuck was he doing?! 

”morning, shu”, a yawn, slow steps towards the sink and shu. mysta brushed his teeth while swimming in his own thoughts, trying to sort them instead of getting distracted by shu’s biceps, his slightly toned abs, and, dear god, mysta was praying, those pretty pink nipples that were barely visible in the mirror, the loose top exposing that chest the sorcerer denied in having. 

liar, mysta thought, continued washing up, heart racing and face burning. why were all his housemates so fucking attractive? the only things he could offer were his pierced tongue and belly button.

“ah, by the way,”, shu pulled away his face from the mirror, turning his head from left to right, comparing both his eyes to check if they were matching, “ike texted me earlier, we’ll be alone for the rest of the day.” the sorcerer decided that his makeup looked good enough and started to put his stuff away.

“out drinking again?”, mysta asked, rubbing some cream he stole from ike under his eyes. it was a saturday after all, their friends liked to party every now and then.

“yeah, kyo and reimu invited us two as well but i knew you needed some extra rest.” mysta sighed, giving the ravenette a look: “you could’ve just tagged along, no need to babysit me.” sometimes the other men in the house acted like he couldn’t take care of himself properly — which was only partly wrong. he could take care of himself, the question would just be how properly? the brunette was used to being alone, used to do his own things without meddling with people too much, he grew up being independent and he liked it, most of the time at least.

“i could’ve, yeah”, shu smiled at him through the mirror, leaving no room to argument — not that mysta would’ve started one anyway, he appreciated what the sorcerer did for him way too much to be a brat about it — and gave mysta a small pat on the back before going downstairs (”let’s eat”).

they found leftovers from yesterday’s dinner, a lasagne vox and luca had made together, and stared at the microwave impatiently as it was heating up their food painfully slow.

shu pulled himself up to sit on the counter, bare legs dangling back and forth, humming a melody unknown to mysta. he himself was leaning his body against the worktop, directly next to shu, where he could smell his lavender scent and feel the comforting warmth of his body. mysta internally gripped his knees, trying really hard to not stare at those milky white thighs, soft and squishy looking, he wanted shu to break his skull with them so badly-

“mysta?” shit, he ended up staring. 

“mhm?” he could feel the embarrassment spreading across his face.

“are you okay? you’ve been awfully quiet this morning. and you’ve been staring a lot, something on your mind?” mysta almost groaned in frustration, the sorcerer was too pure for this world and oh did he feel the need and want to taint him.

“i’m alright, just a bit stressed from work, that’s all.” it wasn’t even a lie, mysta did feel stressed; he felt tense and build up, a weight on top of his body he just couldn’t manage to get rid off, no matter what he did. he tried everything that came to his detective mind: from playing his favorite games to masturbating and fucking himself senseless on a dildo to smoking weed ike always had in his room for creativity boosts, heck he even worked out with luca (worst idea yet) and gave meditation an attempt as vox and shu liked to do that whenever they needed a break. nothing seemed to work for him.

“do you wanna talk about it?”, shu asked quietly, amethyst eyes full focus on the ash brown next to him. mysta could only muster a small huff through his nose, his lips pressed to a thin line: “i would if i knew what to talk about.” the sorcerer gave him a soft and pitiful smile, softly poking mysta’s side to gain his full attention. the detective turned his head, a questioning expression on his face.

“hug?”, shu asked hopeful, almost giving the brunette a heart attack — shu was too adorable for his own good. he only chuckled, a nod following, before accepting the ravenette’s arms around his neck.  the position was a bit awkward but was quickly changed as shu used one of his legs to slot mysta right in front of him. the detective buried his face in the crook of shu’s neck, hands gently holding onto his back, slowly circling down to sit on his bare waist. shu’s skin was as soft and warm as he imagined, as he knew and remembered from late night cuddle and movie sessions with the others (or just the two of them, alone in their own comfort, losing themselves in silence because it was the only constant in their lives).

mysta could stay like that forever; in an embrace, he cherished and so deeply needed, or was it shu he was craving? shu in his purple stockings and corset, shu with a loose tank top and no pants, shu with a towel around his hips, skin still glistening with water from the hot shower he took. 

sometimes he fucked shu inside his head, small and innocent shu yamino – falling apart under his touch, mewling and breathy moans escaping that pretty mouth of his.

mysta got himself together when the microwave finally gave them a ping, practically screaming at his rotting brain before he would get a boner. the way he acted was already embarrassing enough, no need to make it even worse, he thought.

he slowly pulled away from shu, catching his amethyst eyes staring up to him. the smell of lavender was numbing his head for a few seconds, made him swallow, made him look at those pink lips.

“what’s the ma’er?” mysta didn’t even know why he was whispering, didn’t know why shu still had his arms around his neck, didn’t know why everything was spinning and stumbling over itself.

“i, uh, i could help you relax a bit if that’d help a bit”, the sorcerer told, meekly but with the shine of confidence in his eyes.

mysta raised one of his brows, processing what his friend had just suggested.

“are you sure?” his sunset eyes were jumping from shu’s and then back down to those soft-looking lips – back and forth and back and forth and- “yeah, as long as i can help you a bit i’d be glad.” 

mysta wasted no time as he pressed his lips onto shu’s, earning a surprised yelp which he swallowed hungrily. purple tinted fingers held onto mysta’s ash brown hair, nails scraping his scalp at all the right places. the detective used one of his hands to wander underneath the short top, giving one of the buds an experimental and weak flick – shu moaned. he moaned beautifully and full of shock, body stuttering and growing hotter any second. mysta used the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other’s mouth, shu just accepting his fate.

the brunette’s other free hands slid onto one of those milky and perfect thighs, giving the silky flesh a gentle squeeze, drawing another muffled noise out of shu. mysta was enjoying this, he was enjoying this to a point he believed he could get addicted to it. everything inside his mind was just shu, shu, shu, shu, shu, shu-

they parted lips, breathing heavily with rising chests and spinning heads. shu’s eyes were glassy and his whole face flushed with a bright red; something inside mysta was proud. who would’ve thought shu seiso yamino could look like a little whore? needy and lewd, already a tent forming in those boxers, panting like a bitch.

“m- mysta, i- nghhh frick-” his head was falling back alongside his eyes as mysta latched himself onto the ravenette’s neck, sucking and licking and biting and kissing every spot of skin he could catch, grinding their hips together as he did so. the detective’s hands were gripping his waist with so much force, he was certain there would be bruises tomorrow.

shu’s hands tugged on mysta’s shirt, signaling that he wanted it off – the detective made quick work of it as he was feeling himself heating up anyway. the smell of sweat and sex in the air before they even did anything (and yet both of them were completely hard already).

“turn around”, the brunette hushed between sloppy wet kisses, flicking shu’s bud before the sorcerer hazily rolled his body over. mysta had a shit-eating grin on his face, grabbing both of the sorcerer’s cheeks and pulling them apart. shu’s ass felt as nice and heavenly as he imagined, perfectly plump and bouncy.

he experimentally pushed his bulge between the cheeks, earning himself a choked sound – this surely had to be a dream.

“you look so pre’ey, shu”, mysta cooned, slipping one finger under the waistband of the boxershorts, pushing the sorcerer’s body against the counter, knowing that shu’s dick was being sandwiched by his body and the hard surface. the sorcerer was trying to say something, a response, but all that arrived in mysta’s ears was cut-off breathing. 

the brunette slowly slid the thin fabric off of the trembling body under him, letting it hit the floor and tangle around shaking ankles. his hands were kneading the plump cheeks, spreading and pulling them apart even wider – what a gorgeous view, mysta thought.

he got onto his knees, face getting closer.

shu was about to ask what he was doing there but a warm feeling against his exposed ass stopped every thinking process inside his hard working head. a small scream was all he could muster, feeling mysta’s tongue in places he never imagined he would feel it (not that he had ever thought about getting fucked by one of his best friends, nooo, shu yamino would never).

purple eyes rolled to the back of his head as a finger was being pushed in, a sensation shu has even dreamt to experience. his heart was hammering against the hard surface of the counter, his hips unconsciously searching for mysta’s touch while rubbing himself on the countertop, chasing sweet relief. the detective took his sweet time opening up the quivering mess he had made out of the shu yamino, fingers scissoring into the tight heat while his tongue would slick them up every few seconds.

upon adding a third finger, shu let out a loud groan, hiding his face on his forearm.

“there we are”, mysta mumbled, satisfied as his fingers started to massage a single spot.

“w-what- what is that-”, the sorcerer cried, feeling his legs shivering and his whole body tingle. he unconsciously tried squirming away from the touch, it was just too much for him – for shu, who was used to just give, give, give to others (little did he know he was giving so much to mysta at that moment).

“that’s your prostate.” the vibrations of the detective’s lips against his quivering self was the final push for him; with a loud and throaty moan shu spilled himself all over the counter, smearing his cum against the sweaty skin of his stomach. deep but short breaths were all he could manage, trying to concentrate on standing on his two wobbly legs after the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

shu wasn’t one to experiment with his body in his free time (unlike some of his friends or specifically, mysta), nor was he one who would masturbate regularly. in his high school days more than ever, “more” meaning “maybe twice a month”; it was safe to say shu yamino wasn’t one to experience orgasms often and never from getting eaten out and fingered by his best friend. 

slowly his brain started working again, rationality kicked in and words were forming on the tip of his tongue. he could barely register mysta gripping his waist till something hot pressed against the rim of his hole. his dizzy head was concluding it had to be those damned skilled fingers again.

“mysta, i just ca- NGH-” the brunette had unceremoniously started to shove his dick into shu, making the ravenette squirm. his purple-tinted hands were scrambling on the countertop trying to get a grip on something, anything, to keep him sane. the stretch was taking his breath away, the subtle feeling of a warm burn making him feel like he would split in half. choked out sobs, breaths, eyes wide, and legs shaking; “mysta, mysta, wait, oh my gosh, wait, holy sh- please-”

“relax, i gotchu.” mysta’s hot breath was sending goosebumps down his neck and chest, his deep voice so close to his bright red ears made something inside shu tilt.

“okay, okay”, the sorcerer whispered in a panicked state, the rational part of his brain yelling at him to trust mysta because that’s what he’s been doing for the longest time; mysta’s embrace felt safe and warm, his hands roughy but shy at the same time, movement wild although shu could clearly sense hesitation, “i trust you, mysta.”

butterfly kisses between shu’s shoulderblades fully relaxed his body again, pleasure drowning his mind full. his moans were getting louder the faster mysta went and he was pretty sure his eye makeup was completely ruined.

“fuck, you feel like heaven, shu”, the detective groaned before twisting his hand in shu’s hair, wrapping obsidian and purple locks around his fist. he pulled on it experimentally, waited for a negative reaction from the sorcerer and when there was none he fully pulled shu’s head up with the hair, speeding up his thrusts and the force in which he railed poor shu against the counter. 

a high pitch scream and a mantra of “mysta mysta mysta please please mysta” was all the ravenette could babble, his body too hot and mind too fuzzy to even form coherent thoughts anymore.

the sound of sweaty skin against sweaty skin didn’t even register for the two of them, focus on every tiny movement from the other; mysta’s other hand was back to playing with shu’s chest while his lips, tongue and teeth marked everything they could. his mind was set on painting shu’s skin with everything he had to offer, pretty milky canvas only there to be painted by mysta and mysta alone.

“c- can’t- mysta, i- i can’t”, choked sobs broke the mantra before shu went back to high pitched moans. 

“can’t what?”, mysta chuckled breathlessly, removing his hand from the sorcerer’s chest, grabbing that slim little waist again (with some more force than necessary, of course).

“please, please”, shu cried while looking for the detective with one of his hands, making cute grabbing motions, “cum, wanna cum- please inside, inside, mysta.”

a devilish grin formed on mysta’s lips and he let shu grab onto his own hand resting on the ravenette’s waist: “so needy.”

another scream could be heard from shu, nails drawing blood because of the sheer force he started to grip mysta’s hand with — the detective had changed his angle, hitting the sorcerer’s sweet spot with every thrust. single hot tears rolled down shu’s rosy cheeks and before he could even register his body’s reaction, he came again.

his legs shook one last time before he couldn’t hold himself up no more, almost slipping down if it wasn’t for mysta’s fast reflexes catching him. now completely out of power, he felt like a fleshlight for the detective to use; mysta was gripping his waist and pushing him back on his cock after he pulled out, movement sloppier but still enough to send shu into complete overstimulation. he was a crying mess and trying to hold his upper body up with angled arms on the dirty counter, throat too hoarse to beg — for what? he didn’t even know anymore, all he felt was pleasure, way too much of it, and he was sure his brain had melted into the puddle he felt himself as. 

with one big thrust shu felt himself getting filled up with something hot and he let out an exhausted sigh. he rested his forehead on his arms, feeling mysta do a few slower and way softer pushes till he leaned forward to give him another kiss on the shoulder.

“you okay?”, mysta whispered anxious, post sex anxiety hitting him like a truck; he was scared he hurt shu beyond forgiveness. 

“yeah… yeah, i’m okay, just tired”, the ravenette hushed back, turning his head to look at mysta’s ocean eyes. they were wide in worry and shu thought it didn’t match the deep blush and sweat on his forehead. it took them both a few minutes of deep breathes for the bodies to calm down again, for the blood to stop rushing so loudly in their ears.

an amused laugh rung deep through his chest, which was still unmarked in comparison to his backside, and mysta blinked in confusion.

“you know”, shu chuckled, “when i suggested i could help you relax, i meant something like video games or watching a movie.” his best friend stared at him in disbelief, lips parting to say something but there were no words coming out, only pure shock on mysta’s face. shu’s ruined makeup — staining the underside of his eyes with black and red, the tear streaks clearly visible due to the mascara — was partly responsible for mysta’s reaction, his best friend just looked so incredibly hot and ruined and he could almost start jumping and screaming around in ecstasy knowing he , lousy detective mysta rias, was the one who completely demolished the oh-so composed sorcerer.

“don’t worry, this did the job, right? i don’t mind”, shu smiled, taking his wobbly arm up to comb through mysta’s damp hair and occasionally scraping his scalp with long nails. it was new, for both of them, but especially shu, and humans were mistakenly scared of new things most of the time; shu figured the unknown was more fun to explore if he had someone he trusted with him.

“you-“, mysta bit his lip, his eyes were burning with tears daring to overflow, “you’re unbelievable.” a low chuckle was all that followed from him before he hid his face between shu’s shoulders, still swimming in a sea of lavender and the taste of laughter on his tongue. 

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